#john tighe

[the-gershomite]

Resident Evil #3 -September 1998-

"Wolf Hunt"

story by Ted Adams

pencil art by Ryan Odagawa

inked by John Tighe & Mark Irwin

letters by Amie Grenier

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[ljones41]

Locke & Sawyer in "Confirmed Dead"

Recently, I did a rewatch of the "LOST" Season Four episode, (4.02) "Confirmed Dead". And I had enjoyed it as much as I did during previous viewings. However . . . there was something about Oceanic 815 survivors John Locke and James "Sawyer" Ford that had eluded me during those past viewings.

How can I put this? There seemed to be a great deal of hypocrisy emanating from both Locke and Sawyer in this episode. For example, while questioning Locke's sanity in "Confirmed Dead", Sawyer had pointed out the older man’s murder of Naomi Dorrit, an inhabitant from the newly arrived freighter Kahana, in the Season Three finale, (3.22-3.23) "Through the Looking Glass, Part II". Locke had killed Ms. Dorrit in an effort to prevent her from contacting her associated aboard the Kahana. He had considered them a danger to the island and its inhabitants.

Also, Sawyer had recently committed two murders during late Season Three - Anthony Cooper in (3.19) "The Brig" and Other member Tom Friendly in "Through the Looking Glass". It turned out that Cooper was Locke's father, whom the Others had captured to test Locke for the position of their leader. Unable to kill his father, Locke had discovered from one of the Others, Richard Alpert, that Cooper was also the man who had swindled Sawyer's parents from their money some twenty-eight years earlier. This act had led to Sawyer's father murdering his wife for adultery and committing suicide. Sawyer, who had been eight years-old at the time, spent nearly three decades needlessly vowing revenge. Thanks to the manipulations of both Richard and Locke, Sawyer committed the murder. As for Tom Friendly's murder, Sawyer had killed the man out of pure spite. In the Season Two episode, (2.11) "The Hunting Party", he claimed that Friendly had shot him, when he was aboard Michael Dawson's raft in the Season One finale, (1.23-1.25) "Exodus". In "Through the Looking Glass", he claimed that his murder of Friendly was in retaliation for the kidnapping of 10 year-old Walt Lloyd, Michael's son.

Despite Locke's efforts, Oceanic survivors' leader, Dr. Jack Shephard, managed to contact the Kahana occupants. This led the survivors to split into two groups - those who saw the Kahana as a means to their rescue and those who followed Locke, certain that Ms. Dorrit's associates meant to harm them. Locke led the doubters on a trek to the Others' abandoned compound, on the other side of the island. Sawyer was among them. I know what you are thinking. What does this recap of the late Season Three/early Season Four events have to do with hypocrisy? And why target John Locke and James Ford?

Among those who had decided to follow Locke to the Others' compound out of safety was their leader, Ben Linus. Both Locke and Sawyer already had a personal grudge against the man. Ben had tried to murder Locke in (3.20) "The Man Behind the Curtain" in an effort to prevent the latter from replacing him as the Others' leader. Ben had kept Sawyer, Jack and Kate Austen hostage as a means to receive a much needed operation in early Season Three. When Sawyer had interfered in a slightly hostile conversation between Ben and one of his former followers, the adolescent Karl, the former Others leader made insinuations that Kate (whom Sawyer was attracted to) preferred Jack over the con man. As it later turned out, he was right. In a fit of anger, Sawyer gave Ben a beat down and suggested to Locke they should "execute" - namely kill - Ben, because the latter was being a nuisance. Locke refused, claiming they needed Ben's assistance in dealing with the island's newcomers. But this was not the last of it.

Four of the Kahana's passengers finally arrived on the island via a helicopter and parachutes. One of them proved to be Dr. Charlotte Lewis, a cultural anthropologist. Ben feared that Charlotte might contact the freighter and confirm his exact location to her associates aboard the Kahana. He also feared what the freighter's arrival would mean for the island's other inhabitants. Driven by these fears, Ben tried to kill her by shooting her in the chest with a gun he had stolen from an unsuspecting Karl. At that moment, Locke decided to follow Sawyer's advice. He decided to punish Ben by killing the latter. Sawyer offered to do the job, but Locke decided he must be the one to "clean his own mess". Only Ben’s revelations of his knowledge of Charlotte’s background, the reason the freighter had arrived at the island and his spy aboard the Kahana had saved his life.

Watching all of this unfurl had made me shake my head with amazement every time I had viewed "Confirmed Dead". But it took this last rewatch for me to realize both Locke and Sawyer's hypocrisies. Locke had been willing to execute Ben for attempting to do to Charlotte what he had recently done to Naomi in "Through the Looking Glass" - namely kill someone from the Kahana for his self-preservation and the safety of the island's inhabitants. As for Sawyer . . . he had punched Ben for making insidious comments about Jack and Kate. And he also wanted Ben dead for the attempt on Charlotte’s life. This all reminded me of Sawyer's second reason for murdering Tom Friendly. The con man had claimed he did it for 10 year-old Walt Lloyd’s kidnapping in "Exodus". Yet, Sawyer had never went after Ben for the same reason. And by late Season Three and early Season Four, he knew that Ben was the Others' leader and the one who had ordered Walt's kidnapping. Yet, Sawyer had never went after Ben for that reason.

For years, I never understood why so many "LOST" fans had turned a blind eye to the crimes of most of the Oceanic survivors. Or made excuses for their crimes. I now realize one should consider personal bias toward certain characters as a major reason. But after my rewatch of "Confirmed Dead", I am surprised hardly anyone had noticed the Oceanic castaways' penchant for hypocrisy, including that from John Locke and James Ford in this episode.

[duranduratulsa]

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[gameofthunder66]

Stephen King's Rose Red (2002) miniseries

-(started) watchin' Season 1 (miniseries) 3 episodes- 11/24/2023- on Hulu

[twenty-words-or-less]

The Deadly Spawn

Summary: A bunch of flesh-eating aliens crash-land into Earth and immediately start feasting on the local population.

$8k cost apparent - bad acting and cheap FX offset by chaotic charm that can only come from DIY filmmaking.

Rating: 2.25/5

Photo credit: Gruesome Magazine

[milliondollarbaby87]

Road House (1989) Review

James Dalton is a bouncer who was hired to clean up one of the worst bars in a small Missouri town, what he didn’t realise was that trying to do this would see the villianious local entrepreneur Brad Wesley to rebel against it. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Road House (1989) Review

[warmglowofsurvival]

"@joshuadun Have always been inspired by the way you play brother! Your passion, energy and overall performance every show makes me appreciate drums to a whole another level! ❤️Thank you so much for taking the time to help us write today! love you dude 🤟 🥁@thefaimofficial #thefaim"

[madilayn]

Roy and Johnny

One of my favorite whump humor tropes

Caretaker: This might not be safe. This might be a bad idea.

Whumpee: What? When have we ever had a bad idea?

[Flashback compilation of every prior bad idea that has led to physical/emotional/psychological suffering]

[grapejuice32]

Obsessed

masterlist here JJ x reader Notes: takes place after John B and Sarah 'die' and come back to obx. Rafe didn't shoot Peterkin, Ward did but Rafe helped him cover it up and frame John B.

Ever since you first met JJ you'd been unhealthily attracted to him, but seriously, who could blame you? The cut off shirt that showed more of his body than hid, his jawline, his hair, his biceps. The day the two of your got together had made you happier than you'd been in a while, only for it to end abruptly. Neither of you could properly pinpoint the exact reason that it all fell apart after your few months of dating and despite it being a messy breakup, you were still hung up on him.

If only you knew just how obsessed with you JJ still was, the Pogues never let him live it down, especially John B. Every time he caught JJ staring at you longingly at a party he'd always make some sort of comment to take the piss out of him. The fact that he had still not even attempted to go over and talk to you and make up was baffling, with all of the women he had managed to charm in the past and his obviously large ego paired with his confidence, they couldn't find a logical reason to explain it other than him being scared. But even when applying the idea of him being scared to talk to you didn't really help make sense of the situation, not when he actively lived by his philosophy of 'nothing to loose' and 'stupid things have good outcomes all the time' so him being scared to talk to you, it was a strange concept to wrap their heads around.

It was at yet another party that you found yourself sending glances JJ's way, that was until you felt someone come and stand next to you, nothing from the corner of your eye how they held out a red solo cup. You glance up at their face, surprised to find that the person was in fact Rafe Cameron. Rafe had never been anything but nice to you despite the fact that you lived on The Cut, but you weren't entirely sure why he was stood here, with you. Hesitantly, you took the cup from his hand, taking a swig and wincing slightly at the drink of which you could only assume was some strange concoction of beer and spirits, but nonetheless, you mumbled a small, "Thanks."

" 'S no problem, looked like y'needed it," he hummed, you didn't have to look in his direction to know there was a smile on his face, you could hear it in his voice.

"Yeah, well." Was all you could find to respond with, not knowing what else to say.

He cleared his throat, causing you to turn to face him properly, he brought his own cup to his mouth, his eyes remaining trained on yours as he took a large sip of his drink, no doubt the same strange mix as you own. "I've seen you like, pinin' after him, y'know."

"wha-" you began, a shocked look on your face as you feigned confusion as to what or rather who he was talking about.

"You don- y'don't need to do that, pretend y'don't know what 'm talking' 'bout, I mean." he chuckled, glancing in the direction of JJ to make it clear a to what he was talking about, as if you didn't already know, "You can do better, y'know. Y've been pinin' over him, 'm not sure why he's not come over t'you when he's clearly been lookin' you're way too."

"He has?" You asked, your voice soft with shock.

"Oh yeah, he's not come over to talk t'you though, 'm not sure why. 'F that was me, I'd have come over s'soon as I saw someone looking' over at me the way you look at him, 'specially, f'it was you." His statement caused your head to snap back so you were looking at him again after you'd let your eyes find their way back to JJ, this time actually catching him watching you and Rafe.

You gulped and took another sip from your drink, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged, "Can mean whatever y'want it to." You only frowned in response, feeling slightly confused and let your eyes drift back over to JJ, noticing him still watch you and Rafe while his hand was cue ached in a fist at his side, the other gripping his beer bottle so tight his knuckles were turning white.

"And what if...what if I said that I wanted to make him jealous?" You posed the question, your eyebrows raising in curiosity as you did.

" 'S that so?" He murmured lowly, his head tilted in intrigue, "An' what would that entail?"

"Oh, like just, maybe someone who'd be willing to mess with him by messing around with me," you started, letting your free hand trail up his chest, "that is, assuming you're right about the way you say he feels..."

"Oh 'm right, don' you worry 'bout that, sweetheart." He reassured, his voice deep and seductive, the drawl in his voice causing your stomach to flutter, his empty hand finding its way to your waist, the pet name causing a light blush rise on you cheeks.

You found yourself unable to look anywhere but his face, drawn in by his captivating eyes, "Why'd you come over to talk to me, Rafe?"

"Jus' saw the pretty girl 've been admirin' for a bit stood on her own again, couldn't have her feelin' all lonely an' neglected, could I?" HIs voice stopped to a low whisper, your breathing now coming out hot and heavy, JJ's eyes on the both of you no longer playing any part in your actions as you dropped your nearly empty cup onto the grass somewhere, your now empty hand coming to rest next on his broad shoulder, your other hand sliding up from his chest to wrap around his neck.

"Been admiring me, huh?" you repeated, wondering if maybe you had been too caught up wanting JJ, who clearly wasn't that interested in you anymore, to properly notice Rafe who appeared to actually want you. You felt his hand sliding down from your waist to your hip, pulling you slightly closer as he raised his cup to his mouth and drank from it, his eyes still not leaving yours.

"How could I not?" Was all he said before finishing his drink and pulling away from you, slightly to place the cup down somewhere, "D'you smoke?" He asked as he reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter before he moved to sit down on the grass, pulling you down beside him. You nodded and he lit it up, the two of you going back and forth sharing it, as you consumed more of it, your confidence grew. So when he next passed the blunt to you, you placed a hand on his jaw after inhaling, turning him so he was facing you directly and you leant in towards him pressing your lips against his and parted your lips, exhaling the smoke into his mouth before pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction. He smirked and took the blunt from your hand as he exhaled, taking a drag from it before he leant back in towards you, repeating your actions from moments before. You couldn't help the small, breathy moan that escaped you along with the exhalation of smoke, causing him to laugh lowly, his eyes drinking in the sight of the blush of embarrassment that took over your face.

"What the fuck?" You heard faintly from behind you, the both of you turning in the direction of the voice, you squinted as you noticed it was JJ storming over to the two of you, Pope not far behind him, a hand on his shoulder trying to stop him. "Nah man," he brushed him off, pointing a finger in your and Rafe's direction, " 's he bothering you?"

You shook your head, frowning in genuine confusion and disdain at his words when Rafe was being nothing but sweet. "No we were jus-"

He cut you off, practically spitting his words angrily, "Nah, y'don't need to try and defend him, aight?"

"What the fuck man, back off." Came Rafe's strained voice, he was trying to remain calm and not cause a massive scene, which was a strange sight but you weren't going to complain.

"Nah, 'm not gonna back off. Why'd you even talk to her if it wasn't to make a problem, you wanted this, man." JJ continued his angered rant, his words sounding more like conspiracy than truth to everyone when Rafe had interacted with you more both tonight and in day to day life than JJ ever tried to.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you'd wanted to make him jealous, but you hadn't wanted this, "JJ can you stop, this is ridiculous."

"No, cause I'm stood over there watching as he's feeling up my girl!" He yelled in outrage.

"Yeah but I'm not, JJ. We broke up." You reminded softly, you could see that he was vulnerable, now that he was stood in closer proximity to you, you could see the fresh bruises on his face, no doubt from his father, he would often get like this after something happened with his dad. That paired with what happened with John B being presumed dead and then recently coming back, very much alive and innocent, you couldn't blame JJ for lashing out. You glanced at Pope who was stood behind JJ, almost as if to ask what happened, only to receive a knowing look that told you all you needed. "Look, I'm," you started as you stood up and walked to stand in front of JJ, "We were just fooling around, okay? I wanted to and I'm allowed to. I've seen you and other girls doing more than what Rafe and I were just doing."

"Yeah but, none of them are Rafe Cameron. You know-you know what he did." Tears lined his eyes now and his voice broke at his words.

"No, J, no I don't." You whispered, not knowing what he was referencing.

"It's his fault," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek, people had lost interest and gone back to the party, no longer paying you guys any attention, "he-you know John B didn't, you know that. It was Ward, and he," his words became bitter and heartbroken, "he helped him cover it up. He took my best friend from me and now he's trying to take you away from me too."

"No I-" you glanced behind you to look at Rafe, looking at him for an answer, your lips downturning and eyes blurring with tears as you saw the smug look in his eyes, you felt disgusted and used as you realised JJ was telling the truth. "I'm not- I wasn't, I didn't know." You whispered, looking back at JJ guiltily.

His heart broke all over again as you took in the distress written all over your face, he placed a hand gently on you bicep and pulled you into his side, beginning to walk away with you before he turned back to Rafe and spat the words, "Fucking asshole."

"So what 'f I'm an asshole, at least I don't live in the shit hole house in the cut that you all do." Rafe tried to antagonise, but it fell on deaf ears, the two of you walking away into the night wondering if maybe in the midst of tragedy, you would be drawn back together, stronger than before.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[the-gershomite]

Resident Evil #5 -February 1999-

Cover art by Carlos D'Anda & Mark Irwin

"...And The Last Shall Be First"

story by Kris Oprisko

pencil art by Lee Bermejo

inks by John Tighe

letters by Rob Robbins

colors by Wildstorm FX

The Resident Evil Files art by Carlos D'Anda

[kwebtv]

Terry Carter (born John Everett DeCoste; December 16, 1928 – April 23, 2024) Actor and filmmaker, known for his roles as Sgt. Joe Broadhurst on the TV series McCloud and as Colonel Tigh on the original Battlestar Galactica.

Carter acted in numerous television series, specials, and theatrical films. Carter was a regular cast member of The Phil Silvers Show (popularly known as Sergeant Bilko), appearing as Pvt. Sugie Sugarman in 91 episodes between 1955 and '59. Carter played boxer Rosie Palmer in a 1964 episode of the ABC drama Breaking Point. In 1965 he was the only black actor to have a role in the World War II drama Combat! in the season three episode "The Long Wait". He is best known internationally for his co-starring role as Colonel Tigh in the popular science-fiction TV series Battlestar Galactica. He was originally cast as Lieutenant Boomer, but was cut following a roller skating accident that fractured his ankle. After replacing Carter with Herb Jefferson, Jr., producer Glen A. Larson instead offered Terry Carter the role of Colonel Tigh, second in command of the ragtag fleet of starships, giving the series the distinction for the time of having more than one regular African-American character in the principal cast. Carter also starred as Dennis Weaver's partner, Sergeant Joe Broadhurst in the detective series McCloud for seven years.

In 1975, Carter started a small Los Angeles corporation, Meta/4 Productions, Inc. for which he produced and directed industrial and educational presentations on film and videotape for the federal government. Carter was president of Council for Positive Images, Inc., a non-profit organization he formed in 1979, dedicated to enhancing intercultural and interethnic understanding through audiovisual communication. Under the council's auspices, Carter produced and directed award-winning dramatic and documentary programs for presentation on PBS and distribution worldwide. (Wikipedia)

[ljones41]

My Feelings on "LOST" (3.19) "The Brig"

I thought the "LOST" Season Three episode, (3.19) "The Brig" was a well written episode. But it also disgusted me to my core.

The actions of Sawyer, Locke, Ben and Richard in this episode disgusted me. I was disgusted by Ben for setting up that ridiculous test for Locke. I was disgusted with Richard for providing Locke a means to pass the test of killing his father, Anthony Cooper. I was disgusted with Locke for finally orchestrating his father's murder in order to pass Ben's test and become the Others' new leader. And I was disgusted with Sawyer for committing murder in the name of revenge, especially since Cooper's crime toward the Ford family was to con them of their money - the same con Sawyer had pulled against who knows how many other families.

This may have been a well written episode, but I dislike it. I dislike the actions of the four characters - Sawyer, Locke, Richard and Ben. And I dislike how the critics and many fans cheered over Sawyer's act of murder and tried to pass it off as "therapy" for him. And this last bit is what really disgusted me about this episode.

[duranduratulsa]

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[beatleskinkmeme]

Mclennon

Paul is relatively openly having relationship with men. Groovy bob, Tara. But paul always refused to bottom, he needs to have the control and he doesn't do relationship. They know about each other and those silent rules.

Jealous john. Oblivious and pining paul.

And the scene I wish to see. Bob arrives in paul kitchen. Unannounced. Paul is cooking. He's not alone. John is already there. Come is dripping along Paul's tigh. Angry and jealous bob. John understand that he has his chance.

If it could have an happy ending it's better but you do you. Even with what I said before, I trust you. Just wishing for a paul who trusts his John.

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[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday the Scottish folk singer/songwriter Brian McNeill born on April 6th 1950 in Falkirk.

Brian was a founder member of the Battlefield Band, one of our finest Folk Groups. He also joined several other top Scottish Folk musicians including Dick Gaughan in Clan Alba.

Brian is a multi instrumentalist – chiefly fiddle, bouzouki, mandocello, guitars and concertina – and the importance of his songwriting has long been recognised with such songs as The Yew Tree, The Lads O' The Fair, The Snows of France and Holland, Strong Women Rule Us All With Their Tears, Any Mick'll Do and No Gods and Precious Few Heroes. Many of his songs have been performed and recorded by artists worldwide. He has been described as ‘Scotland’s most meaningful contemporary songwriter’.

​Brian’s audio visual shows, The Back O' The North Wind, about Scottish emigration to America, and the sequel, The Baltic Tae Byzantium, exploring the influence of the Scots in Europe, have won wide critical acclaim. His long connection with America's Lone Star State led to him being created an honorary Texan by the then Governor George W Bush. For six years Brian was Head of Scottish Music at the RSAMD, now the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.

Brian is increasingly in demand for his production skills and his album credits include Davey Arthur, The Paul McKenna Band, Lorne MacDougall, Rua Macmillan, Eric Bogle and John Munro, Matt Tighe and Tad Sargent, The John Wright Band, Drones and Bellows and Missouri a cappella quartet The Wee Heavies.

As well as his musical talent Brian has also turned his hand to writing, he pens short stories, crime and mystery fiction involving his hero, busker Alex Fraser and his heroine, private sleuth Sammy Knox.

Brian is currently on the road with the The Feast of Fiddles 30th anniversary tour.

A song Brian wrote is one of my favourite modern folk songs

No Gods And Precious Few Heroes

I was listening to the news the other day Heard a fat politician who had the nerve to say He was proud to be Scottish, by the way With the glories of our past to remember "Here's tae us, wha's like us", listen to the cry No surrender to the truth and here's the reason why The power and the glory's just another bloody lie They use to keep us all in line

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

So farewell to the heather and the glen They cleared us off once and they'd do it all again For they still prefer sheep to thinking men Ah, but men who think like sheep are even better There's nothing much to choose between the old vain and the new They still don't give a damn for the likes of me and you Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it's due And mind your bloody manners when you pay

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

And tell me will we never hear the end Of puir bluidy Charlie at Culloden yet again? Though he ran like a rabbit down the glen Leavin better folk than him to be butchered Or are you sittin in your Council house, dreamin o'er your clan? Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land? Try going down the broo with your claymore in your hand And count all the Princes in the queue

For there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And it's time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real

So don't talk to me of Scotland the Brave For if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing left to save Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave While you wait for the Tartan Messiah? He'll lead us to the Promised Land with laughter in his eye We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky Will we never have the sense to learn?

That there's no gods and there's precious few heroes But there's plenty on the dole in the land o' the leal And I'm damned sure that there's plenty live in fear Of the day we stand together with our shoulders at the wheel Aye, there's no Gods