#hot tache evans

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Is it Monday again already? Where does the week go...

Happy Moustache Monday all...

I wonder if they lint roll his Moustache as well as his clothes lol. (I mean surely it also collects dust and stuff??)

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The Morse Care and Rescue Society

- Championing the most downtrodden of Morse’s since 2018

It can be our new brand and strap line.. 😁

Morsetache Monday: S1e1 vs S6 Morsehouse

[oeuvrinarydurian]

Omar Sharif-Stache

[thewatcher98]

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This pic of our moustachioed beauty was new to me...

How could anyone not love this man in his blue suit and tie (and tache)... looking at you @librawritesstuff

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Ugh the pain of this scene

but on the other hand those third and fourth gifs... 🥵

Endeavour 6x01 - “Pylon”

[oeuvrinarydurian]

It’s the

“I Am Adorable”-stache.

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It’s still Monday somewhere right??

Sorry… bank holiday in the UK so completely out of routine 🙄🤷‍♀️

A cool 70s with shades and mini fidget tache followed by a pensive tache with finger fidget (plus bonus red door making his eyes look extra blue..)

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Did you ever get the chance to write the hiddlesworth hotel mishap fic?

Here’s the prologue for now. Although I still don’t know  

1) if it would still be juicier/happier if the action took place during the first Avengers premiere or the Dark World premiere (when their relationship was fresh etc and they were younger and more enthusiastic). 

2) if it really works (in this one-shot) for Hiddlesworth to not have been an item in the past, and why it took them so many years to actually act on their feelings. What was holding them back? I still don’t know and I can’t always use the same excuses (Taika, Elsa, Taylor etc.)

Thoughts?

“Who wants to take a selfie withChris’ new dirty trucker look? C’mon, a pic with the porn tache, everyone!” RDJyelled and puckered his lips as he stretched out his hand holding the phone,standing on his toes to wrap his arm around Chris’ massive shoulders. The godof thunder and the genius,billionaire, playboy philanthropist smiled at the screen as Chris crouched over RDJ lowering his cheek closerto his face, waiting for their co-stars to gather round them.

“C’mon, Scarlett, hop in,” Bob urgedhis favourite party girl and took a few shots as the cameras flashed capturingthe moment of their long-awaited reunion when someone in the background of thosehilarious selfies made him stop and look behind his back. “Oh look, guys, we gotourselves a photobomber straight from the ancient native forests of NewZealand. C’mon, ‘Moana’, let’s see if you’ll be sticking that tongue out whenyou’re center stage, come over here.”

“Whatever you say, Heels,” Taika retorted not really needing an invitationto push his way through the Infinity War cast members so as to grab the talland the short Avenger with both arms, bringing them closer to his grinning face, and open his eyes wide for the camera. When RDJ took another group pic Taika didstick his tongue out because, as he said, it would look even better up close.

Mark was the last one to arrive onthe red carpet but he didn’t miss the chance to take pics with the rest ofthem, wrapping his arm around Benedict’s slender waist.

“Hey Ben, how are the kids?”

“Growing,” Benedict dead-pannedshrugging. “It’s crazy, one moment you’re changing diapers and the next you’regiving them ointment for pimples.”

“Oh don’t I know it,” Mark agreed.“You get a little worried when they start telling you about their crushes – anda little more when they’re not.”

“I know, right?” Ben laughed. “Ohthere he is. Chris! Chris!” he waved.

“Heyyyyy Ben, my man, good to seeyou,” Chris cheered as he left Taika and Anthony to approach his Ragnarokco-stars.

“Good to see you too!” Ben smiledpatting his back. “You look dapper in that suit but… I do have one question.”He took a deep breath as if preparing for a very serious speech.  “Are you… are you really gonna keep that?” hequipped showing Chris’ moustache and suppressed a chuckle. “I mean the sideburnsare fabulous but-”

“Aw c’mon, mate, I really like thatlook, thought I would keep it for a while, I just finished filming.”

“I know, I know,” Benedict nodded.“And guess who else changed his look just for the occasion. I mean finally…”

“Who?”

“Hiddlebum. Yeah he shaved!” Bennodded enthusiastically.

“Really?…” Chris said shifting hisweight from one foot to the other. “Just for the occasion? You mean he’s here?”

“Yes, didn’t he tell you? He justarrived, said it was a last-minute decision.”

“No,” Chris said fidgeting nervouslywith his pocket. “No, he didn’t tell me.”

“You boys don’t talk?”

“We talked for a while after theRagnarok premiere, then we talked during  Christmas holidays.”

Benedict whistled in astonishment. “Youhaven’t talked since Christmas? Something happened between you two?”

“No no, we just… Well time flies.We’ve both been busy.”

“I can tell…” Ben said and lookedtowards Evans, Anthony and Seb; they were cracking up at Taika’s jokes who wasenjoying being the center of attention as always.

Chris gaped, astonished. “C’mon,man, don’t tell me you believe those crazy rumours.”

“Yes. Crazy rumours indeed…” Benmurmured as he looked away at Joe Russo having a chat with Kevin and Victoriawhile posing for the cameras. “I assure you Tom couldn’t care less about DailyFail’s lies. I’m just saying that perhaps your absence didn’t go unnoticed.”

“My absence,”Chris said raising his brows. “He’s the one who said he wanted to take the yearoff and turned down after parties and my many invitations to come over toAustralia. I respected his decision, I mean, he was tired.”

“Well…” Benedict put his hands inhis pockets and turned to face his War Horse co-star who was being interviewedby a busty blonde in a red dress. “I guess he’s not that tired anymore.”

Chris glanced at the clean-shavenBrit with the spectacles and the well-coiffed curls, the last person heexpected to see there that evening. He tried to read his lips as there was toomuch noise from the photographers calling out their names like a hungry mobwaiting to worship them or lynch them - one couldn’t tell the difference anymore.The heat from the spotlights was getting unbearable and Chris felt he could dowithout his light blue jacket as he was sure his armpits were forming nastysweat rings. It was hard to tell if his excessive perspiration was caused by theL.A. April heat or by Tom’s unexpected arrival. He loosened his tie, a gesture thatdidn’t do much for his dry throat. He took a deep breath and with large stepshe motioned towards the group of journalists who were hanging from Tom’s lips.

“Hey Tom,” he said feeling up hisback like he always did when they were standing close to each other for thecameras, or when they were just waiting patiently in front of the ice-creamcart at the Wategos beach for green and pink and yellow scoops to be presseddown on crusty cones and covered with hot fudge sauce.

He felt Tom’s body tense and shiver underhis familiar touch if only for a second. ‘Hey Chris, good to see you, dude!” Tomsaid flashing a smile.

God, Chris had missed that smile.

“Good to see you too,” he said. “You’redressed in blue like me, people will think we’re twins!”

The busty blonde broke into laughteras Tom lowered his eyes and smiled with a faint blush spreading across hischeeks.

“Did you guys agree to come inmatching outfits tonight?” the journalist asked in a high-pitched voice liftingher microphone to them.

“Uuuuuh no,” Chris replied.“Actually Tom surprised us all tonight, we thought he couldn’t make it. Right,Tom?” He could see out of the corner of his eye Tom’s smile freeze like aplaster mask, white from the harsh spotlights and  the bewilderment, while he skillfully keptthe joyful façade for the cameras.

“Well the truth is that I had alast-minute cancellation of one of my obligations back in England,” Tomexplained. “Thought I’d drop by to see you people.”

“We are all very honoured that youcould make it,” Chris grinned.

“Honoured?” Tom said politely, hissmile beaming as ever. “Is that all you have to say, god of thunder?”

“Well what more can I say?” Chrisshrugged and smiled back. “Come say hi, ok? Everybody’s waiting,” he addedpatting Tom on the back and walked away to rejoin Anthony and the others.

(to be continued)

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Hmmm, could it be that the tache is growing on me...

[evanlacrey]

Tallaghtfornication [2000]

Psychos with screwdrivers try to steal your weekly wages,

And little boys with ‘taches drink Dutch Gold behind the hedges,

And if your nickname ends with “O”, it’s Tallaghtfornication.

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It’s the end of the night and you’ve been locked up down the station,

Some guy may have eyed your bird up, at least you settled it and punched his face in,

It’s understood that Tomo Rules in Tallaghtfornication.

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Pay your dealer very late, it’s knee caps he’ll be breaking,

Pass the needle round ‘cause ma said sharing is a great thing,

First born, still in your

School uniform,

Dream of Tallaghfornication,

Dream of Tallaghtfornication.

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Mary –L– Kellyer 4ever, till he’s with someone else the next day,

A teenage ride with too much peroxide getting high on a can of butane,

When all the lads smoke Johnny Blue, it’s Tallaghtfornication.

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The Square may be the final frontier, but it’s also the main bus station,

And people come from far and wide, but they get mugged on the way in,

And if you’re broke, you’ll scab a smoke: it’s Tallaghtfornication.

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If you have a moped, and you and your mates have races,

And if you wear a Scanda tied up round your waist with laces,

First car was a Ford,

Hot-wired, “borrowed”,

Dream of Tallaghtfornication,

Dream of Tallaghtfornication.

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Johnner gives the best deals, at least that’s the information,

Your best mate’s still in Pat’s, but he says it’s been a great vacation,

The Special Branch won’t save the West from Tallaghtfornication.

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It’s Saturday night and the buzz ain’t right, but that won’t stop you raving,

Four Es and no less, you’re at your best, but water’s what you’re craving,

Horses on the lawn,

Downtown Old Bawn,

Dream of Tallaghtfornication,

Dream of Tallaghtfornication.

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(#lyrics based on #Californication by #RedHotChiliPeppers (1999) – altered #Tallaghtfornication lyrics by Evan La Crey written in 2000, published 17/04/2019)

More lyrics by Evan La Crey:

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Ok it’s not Fidget Friday and it’s not a tache for Monday… but I love the tongue and hand fidget combo he has going on here…

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He Wanted a Pontiac but Won Races in This 1970 Mercury Cyclone 429 Super Cobra Jet

Mason-Dixon Dragway in Boonsboro, Maryland, is not unfamiliar territory for this 1970 Cyclone, a 429 Super Cobra Jet Drag Pack car with special-order paint. Vic Guilmino purchased the Cyclone brand new and still owns it. The Cyclone sports most of its original paint, interior, and engine components. Sometime in 1970 or 1971, Vic disconnected the speedometer and began drag racing the Cyclone in earnest. Mercury’s marketing campaign called the 1970 Cyclone the “Password for Action.” Vic’s been using that password for the past 48 years, with much of the action taking place a quarter-mile at a time.

When Vic was in elementary school, he was givn an assignment to write down three possible careers he would like to pursue. Vic filled in all three lines with the same answer: race car driver. His teacher immediately reported Vic’s wise-guy answers to his parents, who then forced him to modify his responses. Now that Vic has been involved in NHRA, AHRA, and IHRA drag racing for more than 50 years, it seems his teacher and parents should have taken him more seriously.

During the mid to late 1960s, Vic raced a Stock Eliminator 1958 Pontiac at the dragstrips around his home in Martinsburg, West Virginia. His racing success earned him the nickname Mr. Stock Eliminator among local track announcers. In 1969, Vic decided to look for a brand-new race car, preferably a new Pontiac GTO.

“I went looking for a new race car for Pure Stock/Factory Stock, and Pontiac wouldn’t give me any deal on it,” Vic recalls. “I went to the Chrysler dealer, talked to a guy I knew and went to school with, and he wouldn’t make me a deal. I went to the Chevrolet dealer. I talked to a guy by the name of Jack Evans. He told me that he had already ordered two cars for me. He told me he had ordered an orange [1969] 427 Camaro and a silver Z/28 for me, and said, ‘Take your pick.’ I told him, ‘I don’t want a Camaro,’ and kept looking.”

During his search, Vic got a call from a salesman he knew at the local Lincoln Mercury dealership. They sat down, worked out a nice financial arrangement, and checked the right boxes for a 1970 Cyclone 429 Super Cobra Jet with the Drag Pack option, the Detroit Locker with 4.30 gears, and the four-speed Top Loader transmission. Vic didn’t like the nonsense of all the crazy colors offered in 1970, so he had the dealer special-order the paint. Vic chose Lincoln Light Gray Metallic, paint code L, which has a slight green tint to it.

Vic was happy, but a problem developed. The sales manager stopped the deal and actually got nasty about it with Vic. Vic walked. But the dealership owner, Owen Jones, learned of his killjoy sales manager’s actions and offered Vic the car at his cost, free taxes and tags, plus two years of free parts to cover any racing breakage. Vic took the deal, and they placed the order.

When the unique Light Gray Metallic Cyclone arrived at the dealership, that pesky sales manager reared his ugly head again and attempted to sell the car out from under Vic before he got there. The owner learned of the attempted chicanery and fired the scoundrel. Vic thanked the owner and drove the Cyclone home. He didn’t come back to the dealer for parts those first two years because the Cyclone turned out to be unbreakable for multiple race seasons.

In 1976, NHRA told Vic that the only way he could continue to race his Cyclone would be to install a roll bar. To the relief of Mercury Cyclone purists, Vic refused to cut up the car and parked it. Since 1976, the car has sat in Vic’s garage, with infrequent startups and an occasional appearance at a car show or event.

This Cyclone is a Category Beast acceleration storm. Vic took me for a ride in his Cyclone. With the calm and aplomb of Ronnie Sox, he banged all four gears in a brisk “acceleration trial.” He even nudged the shifter in Second like all the pros did. When we asked why he keeps on beating that old Mercury, he responded, “I bought the car to do it, it was made to do it, and I’m going to bang the gears in that car until I can’t do it anymore.” Behold, raw muscle car passion at its finest.

At a Glance

1970 Cyclone Owned by: Vic Guilmino, Martinsburg, WV Restored by: Unrestored original Engine: 429ci/375hp Super Cobra Jet V-8 with Ram Air Transmission: Ford Top Loader 4-speed manual Rearend: Ford 9-inch with 4.30 gears and Detroit Locker Interior: Black vinyl bench seat Wheels: 15×4 front, 15×8 rear Cragar SS Tires: 8.25-15 Concorde Turbo Speed front, P275/60R15 M&H rear Special parts: 1970 Lincoln Continental Code L Light Gray Metallic paint, Lakewood traction bars, Sun tach

In 1970, Vic Guilmino ordered a base Cyclone with the top-dog 429 Super Cobra Jet Ram Air engine. Early in his ownership, Vic painted the body-color rear cove with black textured paint that looks good to this day. Special thanks to Mason-Dixon Dragway for our photo location. It’s almost home court for the Cyclone, a scant 25 minutes from Vic’s hometown of Martinsburg, West Virginia.

The original 429 SCJ block grenaded in the Mason-Dixon Dragway water box in 1977 during a burnout. Vic might have the remains of the windowed block in his shop, but he is not sure.

The high torque of these big-block motors will make them twist during launch, often causing motor mount failure. Vic installed this engine travel limiter early on to eliminate that problem.

By loosening a wingnut, the center nosepiece of the grille folds up to simplify cam swaps.

The interior consists of a Spartan black bench seat, a two-spoke steering wheel, and minimal wood applique accents on the dashboard. The factory Hurst shifter works great so long as it’s fed a constant supply of shifter rod bushings. Underdash gauges monitor temperature and oil pressure numbers.

Vic disconnected the speedometer at 9,999.8 miles when he stepped up his drag racing involvement in 1971. At that point all he needed was the Sun Super Tach to monitor shift points. Usage was racked up a quarter-mile at a time, combined with an occasional trip to local cruise nights.

In 1986, a little magazine called Car Review (which we later added the word Muscle to) hosted the first Supercar Showdown. Vic took his Super Cobra Jet Cyclone to the event and won Fastest Ford-Powered Car of the Meet.

Vic in Action

When Vic Guilmino picked up his brand new 1970 Mercury Cyclone Super Cobra Jet, he was not excited. “I wanted a Pontiac!” The car served basic street/strip duty for the first year of ownership. In 1972, he took the car off the street, and it was raced for the next four years. Here is a quick look back at the car’s early years.

The Cyclone was originally equipped with body-color 14×6 steel rims with dog dish caps. Vic quickly picked up a set of Cragar SS wheels and bigger rubber. A set of Lakewood traction bars was installed to cure wheelhop and properly plant the rubber for launch.

Dave Bishop supplied this picture of Vic racing at Bristol, Tennessee, in 1973. Vic was running IHRA E/PS (Pure Stock), where he remembers he qualified Fourth.

At the 1973 NHRA Summernationals in Englishtown, New Jersey, Vic won the D/S class. That’s Vic pictured in the winner’s circle with the trophy.

This awesome shot by legendary photographer Tom Loughlin shows Vic racing his Cyclone at the NHRA U.S. Nationals at Indianapolis, Indiana, in 1976. Vic won the E/S class trophy at the prestigious event.

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I love how cinematically beautiful Apollo was as an episode.

And of course the tache also played its part in that beauty

“Welcome home, by the way.” Endeavour s06e02 Apollo

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An ode to the Tache and its many guises

Over the last few months we have tortured @librawritesstuff marvelled in the many and wondrous guises of the wonder that is the Morsetache and so I figured it was time for a summer retrospective

Exhibit 1: The 'single leg stork pose 70s cool cop vibe with added shades' Cool-stache

Exhibit 2: The 'is he pondering the wider questions of the universe or wondering what to have for lunch' Pensive-stache

Exhibit 3: The 'I genuinely can't believe you've been laid with that on your face' Smug- motherfucker-stache

Exhibit 4: The 'Oh shit, I've been caught sleeping with a suspect (again)' Guilt-stache

Exhibit 5: The 'thank you to whoever framed this shot' Fidget-stache

Exhibit 6: The 'Is it stuck on or is it real' Baby-stache

Exhibit 7: The 'don't stop there keep going' Team-get-rid-of-the-tache

Exhibit 8: The 'here's your new cellar basement-of-doom storage cupboard office' Tache-of-Futility

Exhibit 9: The 'I can't believe what I'm hearing' You're-a-complete-fucking-idiot-snark-stache (there were many options for this version of the snark-stache)

Exhibit 10: The look of intense concentration Director-stache

Exhibit 11: The only ever seen behind the scenes Happy-stache (also known as Soft-stache)

Exhibit 12: And of course no tache retospective would be complete without the simultaneously there and not there Shrodinger's-stache

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And especially for @librawritesstuff the morsetache from her favourite angle…