#ganzer tempo

[cannibalismposting]

Face card goes hard. He gives me so much gender envy God

[zanephillips]

HUGH DANCY in Tempo (2003)

[pesky--dust]

The day before yesterday I watched King Arthur for the first time in my life and was Galahad really the only knight whose legs were exposed most of the time or am I delusional?

Because if so, then ngl, no surprises. Dancy is kinda slut in every universe. I'm looking specifically at you, Jack Ganzer and Will Graham.

[mistikfir]

Tempo (2003)

[dbmars]

Full disclosure, this is my first foray into writing Duncan or Jack even though I love them so much. I'm actually really disappointed that there haven't been any comments or anything on Ao3 or social media. Maybe I should stay in my lane! (Hannigram) or maybe I'm HORMONAL! (also true) And y'know what I'm really proud of my little photo manip job up there too.

Excerpt from this chapter nobody's read:

Jack stood and turned to Duncan. “I know what you’re thinking. We needed to get inside the house. We didn’t know Jacob was home for the break, and I should have just let those guys kick his ass and leave him in a ditch, because then we could have just walked in, no problem.” 

Duncan grunted. Jack glowered at him, bottom lip sneaking out. “Catch more flies with honey than vinegar. And… y’know what, I’m not sorry I kicked a bunch of bigots’ asses. I know we’re not supposed to beat up on humans but I don’t give a shit.” 

“Supposed to be quiet.” Duncan opened up his inner coat pocket and slipped out a pack of cigarettes. “Not draw attention.”

Jack scoffed dismissively, and opened his mouth to say something, but Vizla suddenly had him by the arms, and pushed him back swiftly into the wall with a soft thud. A curio cabinet rattled dangerously as the Black Kaiser easily forced Jack’s wrists against the wallpaper at shoulder height. They’d both gotten the same serum initially, but the extra doses needed for the eye surgery, coupled with Duncan outweighing him by fifty, sixty pounds, maybe more, made it no contest. 

“Vizla—!” His name was a sharp exhale as the breath was forced out of his lungs. “What the fuck?” He tried to wiggle free, push back. His wrists came away from the wall an inch, trembling with exertion, before Duncan forced them back down. The Black Kaiser was granite-strong, as always. What was more alarming was the warmth that spread up from Jack's groin and the shiver that snaked through his body.  

“Taking a page out of Will Graham’s book?” Duncan rasped, close to his face, his breath smoky and dangerous.

“What?” Jack’s mouth felt numb and stupid. 

“Fucking everything in sight to get close to the target. That’s his MO.”

Anger flared, unfurling in his gut like a flag in the breeze, snapping in the wind. “I’m nothing like Will Graham,” he snarled. 

“Maybe he’s taking a page out of yours.” Duncan released him suddenly and stepped back. It always threw Jack for a loop, how fast he could move despite his size, his coat rippling in the breeze of his movements. 

Jack stepped unsteadily away from the wall, rubbing his wrists. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Vizla finally lit the cigarette behind his ear he’d somehow tucked there. Smoke curled up from the ceiling and the cherry glowed like a tiny piece of hell stoked by his breath. He didn’t answer. 

“Are you talking about Paris?”

Again, Vizla didn’t respond, just raised the cigarette to his lips between two long, scarred fingers, the smoke tickling his mustache. His stupid fucking mustache, Jack thought. “You are talking about Paris,” he answered for himself. “You’re talking about Sarah.”

“Your sugar mommy.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jack demanded, his body taut from head to toe. He was trembling with fury and hated that it was no doubt visible to the Kaiser’s trained eyes, both human and vampire. “I was supposed to get us into the house, and I got us into the house. The only evidence we were ever here is a posse of good ol’ boys with broken noses who’ll probably be too ashamed to tell anyone they got their asses kicked by one guy. Things are fine as of right now, anyway, because the longer we’re fucking standing here–”

Vizla closed the space between them in a preternatural blink that left Jack disoriented, the assassin wrapping a hand around the collar of his shirt. Jack instinctively gripped his wrist, then glared up at him. There was a thorny silence that ended when Duncan said,“Your bag’s by the front door. Get back on schedule.” 

With that, he released Jack’s shirt. Jack, fuming, retrieved the large black duffle bag from the foyer and slipped it over his shoulder.

[insideapollo]

I run a silly birthday contest called Nipplelooza on Twitter celebrating Hugh Dancy and @zipegs won with their entry of Jack Ganzer as this year’s Nipplelooza (Twink) king! 🤭

I drew Jack with his dream coffee shop taking inspiration from the HornyHannigramPoolParty 😆

[doomedtobegreen]

this has been on my mind and everywhere on my twitter for the last two days i can’t handle this

[cannibalismposting]

| Some Hugh Dancy appreciation 🫶

[violentdelvghts]

Hugh Dancy as Jack Ganzer in Tempo (2003)

[mistikfir]

Tempo (2003)

- What are you gonna do all day? - I don't know. Get my stuff. Maybe find a place to live.

[amatesura]

Tempo (2003)

[insideapollo]

Happy Halloween!! Lumberjack Duncan and Nurse Jack as requested on Twitter for Grigg’s Halloween party 🎃🖤

[tiny-yoongienthusiast]

I am obsessed with how distressed he looks

[hananara]

keep appreciating... haha..

[livingthegifs]

Hugh Dancy in ‘Tempo’ (For science, of course)

By: thejennire

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[isbelevans]

HUGH DANCY as JACK GANZER in TEMPO (2003)