#opera tig

[coolguyontheblock]

Blender stuff I made this weekend, still working on more!!

I'll try to post drawings soon, scratching my head, sorry

[clarissaweasley-10]

Imagine Gray calling a 911 meeting right after he and Lyra kissed. And then when they all have assembled, he just blurts out something like "I like Lyra Kane and we just kissed"(full stop.) All hell breaks loose with the rest already planning how their (Gray and Lyra's) wedding's gonna be like, the name of their kids and ofc teasing lil Gray bear for finally getting a girl...

P.S- Should l make a fanfic on this?

[rosie-tyler]

Just watched Hollow point with TIG and WHAT A MOVIE

[oceanusborealis]

Star Trek: Discovery – Labryinths – TV Review

TL;DR – A fun action romp of an episode. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Paramount+ service that viewed this episode. Star Trek: Discovery Review – We are getting to the pointy end of Discovery’s final season, and so far, I have been enjoying our treasure hunt across the galaxy. However, as we come towards the final piece in the puzzle, we need to ask, will the treasure…

[talesfromthecrypts]

Re: Bralker makeout scene: I feel very strongly that the writers were getting excited about them and then they were told by bbc or sumthin they had to tone down the gay... You are 100% correct that it feels so weird they moved on after that scene like nothing happened for months. They stared longingly at one another for so many episodes after that and made none-too-subtle innuendo but it took the generally darker "Later" episodes for them to even hint with words at an attraction between them, which was subtly hinted at but mostly rushed over and overshadowed with the revenge plotline. :( their dynamic got me tho... I feel dumb but those two actually did an amazing job.

And the thing is I like the revenge thing too! I like that its makes the whole thing a little fucked up! But wow did I feel fucking insane for several fucking episodes like I had maybe had a hallucination. Then it kind of tries to drop the whole angle in general when he came back. On the other hand what is more homoerotic than being so obsessed with another man you blow your whole life up.

Early 10s queer tv was so... it was just so...

[s-rosie]

TIG CRACK

helllooooo!!!! i hope you like these hcs and please let me know how i can improve. tysm

nash and jameson did the wap dance at his bachelor party

one time, xander put on a really dirty song on (like mad at me by sexyy red) in the car and gray almost had a stroke

the brothers, ave, libby, and max once had a nerf war that lasted for 72 hours straight (avery and jameson teamed up and won)

avery’s go-to karaoke songs are obsessed by Mariah Carrie, NO by megan trainer, etc. and jameson was like “is this targeted?” when they first did karaoke

one time max was listening to a spicy audio and it accidentally connected to the car with just her and avery and now she blackmails her with the memory

when they were younger, nash paid xander in ice cream to keep quiet about a hickey he had

libby always has to pee on road trips like im talking every 30 minutes and everyone debates on leaving her at the rest stop

ave once had a dream (if you know what i mean) about jameson before they were dating, and she couldn’t look him in the eye the next day

grayson once failed cooking so bad, he had sauce splattered on his suit and had to awkwardly walk to his room to change (while everyone made fun of him)

xander and jameson will randomly break out in song like they are in a musical or sum

libby and max watch anime together

rebecca once yelled because she was mad and everyone stopped in their tracks because she never yells

nash loves legally blond because it was alisa’s fave movie before she was a lawyer and she got him into it

grayson watches the golden girls as a guilty pleasure

nash watches soap operas and always gasps dramatically at every plot twist

thea only drinks black coffee because she thinks it makes her ✨qUiRkY✨ (she doesn’t even enjoy it)

rebecca and xander hold the world record for largest blanket fort ever built because of a sleepover they had when they were kids

max says things like “im just not like the other girls ✨💖😝🤪🤩🎀💝” ironically

jameson knows swear words in almost every language

one time, jameson started to tickle avery, so she pulled out a swich blade on him

max and avery have a system where they cover for each other no matter what, no questions asked (it saved both of their asses more times then they can count)

libby, max, and avery make up code names for everyone (code name list on next post) (jameson eventually figured out who all the code names were for and now listens to the conversations and gets all of the tea and the girls have no idea)

avery is flexible, and one time max said sum like “ave, your flexible, right” and avery eas like “yeah” and jameson started to think some not-so-g-rated-things (nash then elbowed him and told him to knock it off)

libby once messed up so bad dying her hair, a chunk of it came out

xander once made a robot spider to scare jameson (becauae i hc hes deathly afraid of spiders)

those are my hcsss! i hope upu liked them. please give me tips on how i can improve and please give me hc suggestions and recommendations so i can make more. tysmm!

[msfbgraves]

The thought of Max Parrish and Teddy cracks me up SO bad, haha! I actually really like the idea of them together, because Max is like a big, dumb, affectionate dog, and Teddy a cuddly, if fussy and shy little kitten. There is a lot of potential there for comedy, a full blown romcom. Teddy would probably be irritated 24/7 with Max, and Max would just trail him with heart eyes.

Yes, I can get behind this.

He can't be that dumb in his job, but Max simply looks at all the drugs and violence and gore and goes "teehee!" and Teddy who comes from so much tension around it not only finding someone who understands exactly what it's like but who can defuse it with laughter, it would be so good for him. And he'd get all his snark out and it would be OK. It's fine. You're right, at worst Max is going to annoy him, and he may not appreciate poetry as much as he could (though maybe even that's not true, Max does randomly burst into opera!), but he's not brooding, no angry outbursts and he could still roundhouse all the drug fiends and dealers for Teddy. It's OK. You have to use a spray bottle with cold water on Max sometimes when he's being too much of a nuisance but he's one of the few characters of TIG's Teddy wouldn't feel even subconsciously threatened by.

And if Teddy should ever get broody and edgy Max might still recognise it and be like "no babe, we don't do that" and scoop him up and spin him around until Teddy is laughing in spite of himself. But if it were really bad, he'd listen.

Yeah, I like these two!

[pavanacos]

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[petrosolgas]

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As oportunidades abertas são para diversas áreas: técnico de medição, montador de andaime, ajudante de sinaleiro, mecânico montador, entre outras funções. As vagas abrangem diferentes níveis de escolaridade, tendo ainda vagas para pessoas com deficiência (PcD).

Vagas ofertadas pela Rip Kaefer

Veja abaixo as responsabilidades e algumas vagas de emprego disponíveis:

Técnico de segurança

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Realiza a análise e preparação de tintas para pintura de superfície, efetua polimento e retoques de superfícies pintadas, além de implementar os cuidados necessários com os equipamentos utilizados.

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Planeja diariamente as tarefas dos prestadores de serviços, acompanha e assegura o desempenho das atividades desenvolvidas pelos prestadores de serviços, também é responsável por treinar equipes terceirizadas e garantir o correto manuseio dos equipamentos, além de planejar e monitorar as atividades dos prestadores de serviços terceirizados e garantir seu desempenho no dia a dia.

Caldeireiro

Atua com montagens, soldagem e fabricação de componentes mecânicos, preparação de inspeções de equipamentos mecânicos, inspeções visuais de componentes construídos em chapas e tubulações.

Soldador

Corta peças metálicas, solda aço carbono e inox, furos, chapas e equipamentos, o profissional deve utilizar processos de soldagem e corte, como: eletrodo revestido, TIG, MIG, MAG, oxigás, arco submerso, brasagem e plasma.

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Executa montagem e desmontagem de estruturas metálicas, interpreta desenhos técnicos e solda peças.

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[aeternals]

alix @sacraementals said, “ let’s go for a walk. staying here is the worst thing we can do, right? “

belfast happened, well, fast. they'd all anticipated it was the next logical step after hunting down abel. but, felt like only minutes before the group of them was also prepared to jump the border over into vancouver. in fact, bobby had been dialing the bounty hunter's contact when shay stormed in and told him to hold off.

part of him wanted to go. staying behind was always one of the hardest parts even if, strangely enough, shay actually did better on his own. the jobs. the tasks. whatever his brothers needed to get done; he did it better on his own. some time ago he'd attributed it to the way he'd grown up, on the street and completely on his own until ms. tayenaka came into the picture.

now they they were gone he'd also wished he'd been able to go just so he stopped wanting to punch both tig and kozik in the teeth. arguing over something he knew nothing about. her. that's all he knew. girlfriend? wife? kozik get someone killed? one day they'd blow up and he'd figure it out. until then the three of them were left holding down the fort.

well, two forts for him. hale asked a favor before disappearing into the early morning.

" yeah, " shay practically huffed the word after getting off the phone with one of the older men. the other was screaming in the background like something out of a bad soap opera. yelling at each other for the sake of yelling, he supposed.

he pushed off the top step of alix's porch. " walk sounds pretty good right about now. or, you need to run errands or anything? we can do that, too. "

[rosie-tyler]

TIG about Silver/ The Phantom of the opera

[oceanusborealis]

Star Trek: Discovery – Erigah – TV Review

TL;DR – A very Star Trek episode all about whether violence or diplomacy is the best way forward.   ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 3.5 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Paramount+ service that viewed this episode. Star Trek: Discovery Review – We are starting to get into the back half of the season, and you can feel things starting to come ahead. This would be tense in any season, but given this is the…

[midnightscxre]

Lurking eyes flashed under the dim light of the street lamps like bonfires, while thick smoke waltzed around the clenched jaw. He heard the sound of burning tires and the screams caused by aggressive driving that belonged on Formula 1 racetracks, not narrow streets full of pedestrians.

" I don't like him. " Hoarse voice expressed the thought that came to mind as soon as the car door opened and the man stepped out.

" Tig, you don't like your own damn mother. " Spanish accent continued as coal-dark eyes scanned the center of attention of the others.

" Exactly. I can tell a fucking problem when I see one. One look of that skinny crack whore and you wouldn't like her too. " Older man in his fifties with greasy dark locks spat out, returning his attention to Vince that was approaching the shadows.

" I would like your mother, in a few ways actually. " Pyke spat out through laughter, dodging the swift reaction from the other man that tried to grab his neck, but instead managing to land a semi-hard kick to Pyke's hip, while spitting curses in bad Spanish that he recalled hearing in old soap operas.

" Enough. He's coming. " clenched jaw bathed in smoke finally joined the conversation, tone much more serious and authoritative than he was half an hour ago in the apartment of the redhead he was now watching as she hurried into the bar.

" So, what are your thoughts on him Jace? Are we breaking his legs, arms, or going straight for the neck? " Pyke leaned on the truck parked next to the storage unit Jace mentioned to Vince, removing himself from view. There was a dead silence, the one in which you suppress a loud breathing, avoiding standing out in that nothingness. The tongue twirled the cigarette filter as ash fell like snow on the dark pavement. Jace watched the man with interest. Normally, a cursory scan would be enough for a quick conclusion, but this seemed different. He couldn't make a rash decision, not under these circumstances. He measured Vince from head to toe. Funny man. A shirt that is too short, a striking jacket, a smile spread over his face as if his whole life is a joke. An interesting change from the tense posture where he had to fend off an onslaught of testosterone and jealousy with all his might. Vince bounced off what Jace thought would be the Clare's type.

He pursed his lips as one eyebrow lowered over a focused eye. When he thinks about it, there was no mold for her selection. He saw bald, with hair, tattooed, in a shirt. . . they all looked like arrogant jerks, that was the only thing they had in common. This man was the opposite. But again. . . not one of them lasted more than a couple of hours, not one of them had a name, not one of them did she try to mention. Yes, Jace was sure he was going to have to handle this situation very differently. He stepped out of the shadows without answering to his ' subordinate ' when Vince addressed him. Half grin appeared in the corner of the mouth on the choice of words from the newcomer, already hearing the colorful, nasty answers of his crew hidden in the darkness. Ashes hung from the cigarette as Jace took his last drag of that sweet poison. Ashy blond man took the butt between his forefinger and thumb and launched it behind him, letting out the last cloud of smoke that shaped his words.

" Honestly mate, didn't think you would. " and he didn't, only wondered about the outcome. Much more tough-looking bastards lasted less in ' one on one ' with the notorious redhead. Suspension and restlessness could be felt in the heavy summer air. Like the vicious pack of wolves hidden under the blanket of pitch black night,waiting for their leader's signal, his crew listened in on the conversation -- searching for a hint or code from the president so they can attack. But that ' charge!' order never came.

" Alright then, lets get this thing done. " Casually, even with a hint of positive energy, Jace slapped the truck with his palm. " C'mn lads, can't have Barney's guests thirsty. And having this shit on the street for too long might attract some unwanted attention. Tig left quite a mess in that Guinness storage. " Everything said on purpose and with a hidden agenda. Throwing hints left and right to poke the awareness that this was stolen goods, searched for, in order to observe the man's reaction. Jace had zero tolerance for ' uncertainty '. Letting someone near his ' sister ' was equal to allowing them in his tight circle of trust. It wasn't that he thought Clare was unable to pass a decent judgment nor that she was unable to break this guy's teeth in more creative ways that any of his goons could, what worried him was -- if this goes horribly wrong and he betrays her, it might just be the actual end of her tries and a permanent lock on her heart and trust.

" Man they had cameras even up the guards ass. It was either go in guns blazing or try act all Ocean's 12 and get busted. No beer for you and no more pussy for me. And with all due respect Jace, I ain't trading my sweet butts for some hairy guy's ass in the prison. " Tig spat back, being the first one to come to light. Pale irises shot Vince an irritated look, but quickly they found their focus on the opening door of the truck.

" Vincent, right? Grab those barrels, they go in the back, then the whiskey boxes on the left front. Careful not to put nothing in front of the bull, we are pulling that one out in the end. " slapping the fake, smooth hair on the mechanic beast with realistic features and mighty sharp horns, Pyke started unloading the tuck.

" Yo blonde-blond, move that ass or the only Benjamin Franklin you'll see is if you go swing that ass around the stripper pole a few blocks down. " Tig didn't hide his slight resentment. Ironically, it was not anything personal, mature criminal simply was allergic to 'newcomers' after one of the alleged allies costed him five years of his life after snitching to the FBI to get a better deal about the meth lab Tig had in his grandma's basement. As far as Tig was concerned, even his twin brother Marius, these days going by the name of Father Peter, golden child that was a complete opposite of Tig, a priest, would get the same dose of skepticism and rudeness. If not, even more.

As the truck was getting emptier by the minute, Jace's eyes almost never left Vince. He observed him like a scientist who follows a certain species of animal through life. From a reasonable distance, intensely and thoroughly. Dropping the last of the whiskey on an dusty, iron table that was corroded by soot, slight Irish accent finally traveled through the layers of the evening.

" What is your relation to Clare, mate? As I said, didn't see ya' around yet. Not much slides under my radar, specially when it comes to her. " blended soap of curiosity and letting him know just how deep his claws are in this situation, Jace collectedly reached for the newly pack of butterscotch candy, hidden in his inner pocket. Rest of the two men momentarily gazed at Vince, but not a peep leaving their throat. Callused fingers popped one of the hard pieces of candy into the watering mouth, canines crushing the sweet as soon as the lips closed. Arm flexed, casually reaching for another pocket, intentionally lifting the hem of the worn out jacked up, exposing a gun hidden under it, just next to the chain that tasted more blood then the firearm. " Take the rest to the bar. " Tapping the crumpled box on the rough palm, Jace instructed the others to leave. Obediently but clearly unsatisfied with being left out from the most exciting part, Tig and Pyke grabbed each one barrel crowned with a wooden box of whiskey and went through the heavy metal door with the sign ' exit ' on them. Flames ate the shadows when Jace lit his cigarette, arms resting on the brawny chest. " See mate, I don't like surprises. Tonight's one was however different, but ain't putting my finger on the choice yet. So tell me, where do you know Clare from, and how did you end in her apartment? "

If this was a normal world with normal people, such question would be comical -- answer clear as day. But their world was nothing even slightly ordinary and Clare certainly didn't belong in the basked of ' standard eggs'. Broad silhouette moved, heavy boots eating some distance, while all friendly spirit in Jace evaporated, vanished into the thin air. Merciless tormenter remained, one with a leash of thin patience and self control. " I am not one of those guys that will make angry calls if you break her heart, search a couple of bars I know you hang out at and if lucky land a punch or two in your face. " Muscles turned to stone, tension filling the chest and eyes turning nearly demonic. " I am the one who will hunt you down like an animal, break every bone twice until you don't scream every prayer known to man, drag you to the street, chain you to the back of my motorcycle and drive off with pulling you along while every piece of skin and meat does not paint the street. But I'll be mindful of your survival just so I can throw you in an unmarked grave, and bury you alive. " Raising his chin up, the man held the eye contact, allowing this terrors to skin in. " I ain't planning to sniff around no one sheets, I am more than confident Clare can handle her stuff alone, however, betray her, there is where I step in. Are we clear on that? "

* * * *

Little bear. Breath hitched while limbs went numb for a split second, then the feeling of warmth creeping like spiders spread across her back, aiming for the stomach where some sort of fluttering was going on, defying the permanent denial. Staring at the angelic face for a few moments too long, bubbling comebacks left forgotten with the echo of the nickname still ringing around the eardrums. Even when the male jumped out of the metal beast, mellowed expresson remained. . . until the chickens decided to gawk at the wrong rooster. Possessiveness spread its arms like a giant jellyfish, sending out electric shocks of contempt, territoriality and jealousy. The loud thump of the door closing drew the attention of two of the unsightly girls, but when the roar of her voice traveled between them, muttering was reduced to apprehension, a confused stare like a hyena's when a lioness appears. " Nice sight, isn't it? " unreadable undertone laced the voice, as the redhead tilted her head towards Vince for whom she was certain can't hear her. " Eyes almost fall out the sockets. . . " a blanket of blackness was drawn over the green eyes like dark clouds before a storm. " Or someone claws them out. Hope you can run fast in that cheap heels. . .wouldn't want no accidents. " Passing through their now petrified group, Clare gave each and every single one of them a personal taste of the growing wrath residing in her glare. They hung their heads almost humbly, looking away but certainly not in the direction which may just cost them their eyesight.

The stale air full of sharp smells like beer, cigarette smoke, strong perfumes and sweat bit her nostrils. She deftly made her way through the throngs of people at the entrance, raising her guitar above her head as she ducked and avoided glasses filled with colorful drinks. Clare blinked cheerfully towards the back of the bar, where a skeleton named Gunpowder above the stage proudly rode a polished Old timer BMW R51 with a trailer. Nodding at the inanimate object as a personal tradition every time she was about to perform, a piercing voice roared through the packed space, overpowering even the music from the speakers. " Over here, young'un. " A large man with a thick gray beard, wearing a lumberjack's shirt and a belt with a small iron hoof on it, waved a dirty rag from the bar, waving his hand to the redhead to come over.

" How's it going Barney? " giving a subtle nod and a polite smile, Clare placed down the guitar bag next to the wooden stairs of the stage. With sausage like fingers Barney curled the tip of his mustache. " God darn it Clareese, I nearly though you ain't comin'. Was worried something happened to you. " Ignoring the fact the man keeps calling her by the wrong name, not because is was ignorant but from fondness, Clare removed a couple of scarlet strands from the forehead as she started unpacking the instrument. You have no idea what a eventful night I had. . . Woman though to herself, fingers curling around the polished guitar's neck. " Nothing happened, just got a bit held up. Don't worry about it. " Eyes bounced across the room. No Vince. No Jace. . . however she spotted Pyke and Tig, carrying the alcohol behind the bar. " Clareese, Clareese! Damn it young blood, what is up with you? Where are you? " snapping back from her thoughts, Clare shook her head, returning the attention to the old man. " Placing the bull tonight, though you will be happy. " Plump lips spared no joy, corners curling automatically. Seeing the traces of true cheerfulness on the beautiful face, Barney returned a wide, toothy smile. " Now that is more like it. Gonna be the first one to ride it, I promise. " crossing his heart and raising his hand, the male pointed at the stage. " Do as many as you like, no rush, as always. However, I do want one thing in return for the bull. " Puzzled expression washed over her face. " And that is. . .? "

" Sing that one you hummed the other day. I like that. Bear trap. "

Oh no. . .

Pale as the river's pearls, eyes widen in utter shock. " No, no. . . um. . any other maybe? I can do the old ones, you know, ones that bring you back to your youthful days. "

Desperately trying to change his mind and not do 'the song' Clare felt sweat big as pees accumulating on the forehead. Shaking the head in refusal, man was persistent. " No, that one. It didn't leave my head for days, reminds me of my first love. That one. " Not adding nothing more or wanting to discuss this further, Barney turned, yelling at the bikers that nearly pushed half of the bottles on the bar to the floor. Trapped, cornered . . . screwed -- that is how Clare felt. Knowing negotiation time was over, sand of excuses left the hourglass, she rushed to the stage, plugging the guitar into the speakers. A few heads turned, and she quickly examined the room one last time. Ruby haired woman was not religious, but in this very moment a silent prayer left the privacy of her thoughts. Lord, just let me finish it before he walks in. For god sake. . . cursing the song before she even sang it, fingers delicately started caressing the guitar. Tender melody caught most of the attention, but all eyes were upon her when she released the nightingale's voice.

" It was a sudden light, like a fireflies in the night

Moon shining like the sun, and it was over and done, before I got the chance to run

Waves of his power crashed on my shore, barefoot I ran to meet it once more

You got me in a bear trap

Chains on my wrists of something I was not meant to miss, lost in the heavily mist

Warrior spirit spilling the blood and fear, yet I want to be near

And I don't need no seer, to tell me the future, that admiration became the heart's butcher

You got me in a bear trap

Pretty boy covered with honey,

got even closer when fangs and claws screamed ' Shun me!', but instead clouds shaped his face above me

Like little bears drawn to berries, lips sweet as cherries, but a dark threat it carries

Because I know, that bear trap will only break the bone,

leaving the foolish soul addicted and alone, curse of the solitude set in stone , but still the war drum of the heart leaps on his tone

Because you got me in a bear trap. . .

Fingers tapped rhythmically on the doorpanel to a mental tune, feeling the light blow of the cool breeze, eyelids shutting for just a moment to relish in the air that brought him a sense of comfort. To ease his nerves just a little before they shot out completely. Expecting some blunt reply back, he focused on her as she spoke, noticing the flicker of light in her emerald irises when talking about her love for music, her kind of music, tone holding a sense of passion behind it. No hesitation behind the smile that formed at the honest answer given in return. Mirroring her sense of happiness, bringing him the similar amount from receiving a small sample of her opening up. He’d take what he could get. He then could've sworn he almost felt his eyes bulge out of their sockets as his smile was replaced with a look of disbelief. Was that a compliment? He didn't think she'd disclose such thoughts aloud, let alone have them for that matter. His heart skipped a beat, sensing she was truly interested in what he had to say. "I-uh, thanks. Appreciate it." He tried to play it smooth, as if he didn't just stumble over his words. You fool. True expressions and emotions were unable to be contained, wanting to burst open like a dam. The intoxicated couple almost being struck like deer had been a voluntary distraction, causing him to laugh out loud. "They’re worth five points you know."

And he could've swore he’d gone into cardiac arrest at the second compliment, fingers ceased the consistent movements, hand retracting from the doorframe to lie onto his thigh. "Yep, sure do." The mentioning of his brother brought a pang to the receptors of his heart, seeping into his chest cavity, he knew she meant no harm by her words. Not knowing much about him. Adams apple bobbed as he forcefully swallowed the feeling down and replied calmly without a wavering tone. "Nah, not to brag but I'd been self-taught for the most part. He lives in Berlin, my hometown. His name is Edward, but my mom and I always called him Eddie." There were times he regretted leaving the only bit of family he had left behind, but something within him had sought something new. New experiences, places, sights, a whole fresh environment all around. A country at that. The 'American dream'. Although Eddie has tried to reassure it was okay, there was still a sense of guilt that ate at him within. They would keep contact by either phone or mail, but visits were rare. The last time he visited was over a few months ago since it'd been two years on the dot, and the goodbye was hard, but Vince knew what he really wanted out of life. Not wanting to be that guy who was in a hurry to get old, settle, and stay in the hometown till death. The fact he even mentioned the sibling was a sign of trust.

Gaze remained averted as he stared out the window, eyes flickering where his vision caught the view straight ahead of him. Listening to every word, he gave a firm nod in understanding, not necessarily catching on to the fact that Jace could likely know about Castello, but the simple fact that what both of them did wasn't supposed to be discussed openly, mainly aimed at Vince. And because Paul would sic his men on him like a group of ravenous dogs out for blood, if disclosed to the wrong person that is. Chances were low, but never zero. Even the fastest racehorse could be discarded and replaced with another if it happened to slip. He also related to the resistance of familial lectures, not pleased to be caught up in such either. “Wasn’t gonna say nothin’ to begin with. Don’t sweat it.” Though a small voice in the back of his mind was telling him there was something more to that, yet it was shoved aside like most.

Head turning slightly when she fumbled over her words, at first causing a confused furrow of both brows, until noting the blush of embarrassment forming on pale cheekbones. And before he could even respond with jesting words, his skeleton about jumped out of his skin when she pulled into the parking spot with a screech. Both hands gripping the sides of the seats, nails sinking into the leather like a frightened feline. "Jesus, Clare. Alright, you've made your point." He took a deep breath, eventually calming down. Is this what others felt when he had control of the wheel? Removing his sunglasses, he stuffed them into his jacket pocket before locking eyes with her. "I can assure that you have my word, my lips are sealed." Pinching his thumb and forefinger, he moved them across his lips as if he zipped them. "Gotta help Jace. I'll see you inside, little bear." Before she could respond to the last bit, he quickly got out of the car, not before sending a quick wink her way, and shut the door behind him. Completely ignoring the straying eyes that belonged to a couple of women in different age brackets, the same ones who screeched like a group of banshees when Clare pulled in, trying their darndest to catch a good glimpse of him in the dim lighting the outside bulbs provided, unsure whether it was because he was an unfamiliar face or not.

Quickly, he made his way to the other side of the building where Jace specifically said to meet at, not wanting to be a minute or even a second late. Mind overthinking and jumping to conclusions per usual. Making sure his presence was known, he approached the storage unit, completely masking his discomfort and queasiness of his stomach with a strut as he walked, boots loudly crunching the graveled area until he approached closer. Greeting the man who stood before him with a nod and a look of determination. “Made it in one piece, throw whatever ya’ got at me.” Trying to make light of the situation and cut any sort of tension that lingered in the air the best he could.

[the-empress-7]

Would an anon be kind enough to put together all the lowlights from this tour, including the disaster that was the Fiji market visit.

In no particular order:

Schemed with Jess to commit fraud - merched clothes for free/reduced price while submitting receipts to Charles and pocketing reimbursements.

Mulroney car scandal from Aussie tour - Jess used Meghan's status to get merch deal with luxury car company. Mulroneys left Aussie right after the scandal broke.

Falling out with UN Women that caused Fiji Market visit to be cancelled after a few minutes.

Screaming at royal aides in presence of royal reporters.

Threw scissors at an employee.

Threw hot tea at an employee.

Snapping and screaming at employees over her hairstyle.

Snapping and screaming at employees because they looked at her.

Meghan's preferential treatment of employees/staff at the Admiralty House -- she wanted hot good-looking staff to serve her and was rude to or dismissed the plainer staff.

Demanded many iterations of banana bread from Admiralty House's chef and passed it off as hers.

Demanded to have the Admiralty House all to herself instead of the wing they were assigned.

Cursed in front of their Aussie hosts.

Harry and Meghan slept in separate rooms and would have knock-out drag-down fights behind closed doors.

Harry would go around apologizing to everyone when Meghan finished screaming at them.

The Evita balcony picture.

Meghan's Invictus speech/lecture.

Veterans being pissed at Harry and Meghan for skipping out on the Games and taking all the publicity with them.

Awkward photo op with children playing with robots/drones.

Awkward photo op in front of the Sydney Opera House. (In the official picture, notice how far apart she's standing from Harry and their Aussie hosts.)

Awkward photo op of "sporty" Meghan in a dress and heels playing rugby.

The tag left on the red dress.

The see-through blue skirt showing off underpants.

The floral print beach dress with the massive slits up her side for an official engagement.

Harry's hand in Meghan's crotch (drum circle engagement on the beach)

Meghan's hand in Harry's crotch (Invictus Games closing ceremony)

The oft-disappearing and reappearing baby bump.

The pregnancy announcement on Infant Loss/Miscarriage Day when they arrived in Aussie (I forget the real name of the day).

Pregnancy announcement and the bump overshadowing the entire tour, Invictus Games, and all of the events.

Getting papped with two purple folders at the Aussie airport as a sign of how well-prepared Meghan was which everyone suspected was a signal that they were having boy-girl twins (you know how much Meghan loves her subtle signals via banana spoons).

William booting them out of KP and the Foundation.

Meghan calling pregnancy "like having jet lag"

Jess and Meghan planning the Aussie tour as if it was a Tig vacation and trying to get Meghan out of "work."

Harry waving his hands around for flies in that one interview with the one lady.

Harry taking pictures of Meghan in the forest to publish on SussexRoyal IG and SS saying he was a better photographer than Kate.

Meghan wearing a black winter puffy coat but pushing the sleeves up to her elbows. WTF.

"Behind the scenes" black and white photos of Invictus Games on IG that showed nothing other than Meghan's word salad.

Meghan holding the umbrella for Harry while he was giving a speech, except she held it mostly over herself and still left Harry to get pretty wet.

First hints of the Kate/Meghan feud starting.

William calling for an independent audit/review of the Foundation's finances.

The first round of staff resignations from the Sussex households. I think the final tally was something like 4 or 5 people, all leaving in rapid succession.

All "crowd" photos cropped or zoomed in to hide how little people turned out (which directly contradicted their claims that it was the most successful tour in Aussie ever)

Refusing to wear some kind of traditional hat/ceremonial garment in New Zealand because it was made from animal products.

Cocktail dress (the black and white bird dress) at a business-casual reception.

Meghan's "Blessed" dress, just the married equivalent to the 'Husband' shirt.

5 am emails to staff

Ditching royal reporters and refusing their questions/interviews

Meghan forcing a member of the staff to iron her dress while she was wearing it.

Anon, thank you. I know this took a lot of time to type up and I appreciate it.

Also, I should add that a lot of this is still alleged.

[merv606]

Holy shit, Naked in New York Ralph is ridiculously so lovely?? Like the floppy dark hair framing his face, then those big dark eyes of his peeking out between the fringe, his slender, small build...This was a Peak Look for him. 

(Just got to find the right TIG to pair him up with. I think Excessive Force “Terry” would have gone absolutely feral for him, haha. But so would KK3 Terry - he was already a total predator anyways.) Maybe they can fight each other. Lol.

Must be the Ralph effect!!

Just the prettiest - it was peak Macchio pretty era.

Honestly, I don't know if it's the hair (the darkness combined with the cut/style) but I always think of snow white.

My favourite pairing is always Excessive Force Terry/TIG and Naked in New York Daniel/Ralph (with KK2 Daniel a close, close second - which Macchio was 23 turned 24 during the shoot).

I have a couple ideas for an actual Chris from NINY and Terry Mccain from EF crossover story and I have some detailed notes on what I wanted to write/say but I will probably never write it - just keep the notes in my WIP docs.

They don’t involve two of the Terrys fighting though.

I do like Behind enemy Lines and Hollow Point TIG. I watched Escape from Alaska recently so i have added that to the list of good choices. There's also something about Valek in John Carpenter's Vampires too, but i'm big on horror and slasher films myself, and vampires and werewolves hold an extra special place in my heart.

I would love to do the old black and white classic Universal Monsters as Terry/Daniel: Dracula, Wolfman, Phantom of the Opera, The Invisible Man, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and Creature From The Black Lagoon.

Mainly because I finally broke and bought the entire 30 film box set collection last year and am gearing up for a rewatch of them for Halloween). I also recently saw the invitation which had its flaws but man, was I thinking this is perfect for Silverusso the entire time (imagining it too), BUT given what it was about (don't want to spoil it in case the handful of people who read my posts want to see it lol) - it also reminded me about the original monsters idea.

But, i'm going off the rails. Back to the actual question (but not really)

The basic premise for the crossover was:

Terry goes into the bust to get Dimarco (the bad guy - a mob type)

Shit goes wrong but Chris saves him then he tries to run and hide

Terry catches him up but sees he is terrified

He takes him to the police station and Chris spills that he’s Dimarco’s boy

And hates Dimarco - wants to be free of him but he’s too afraid to testify

Terry knows he can get him to turn informant and offers to Protect him

So Chris agrees and goes home with him

And then, well 😏

Terry helps him with his abusive ex issues and maybe they fall in love - maybe (cause I’m super soft like that).

There are more notes but that was the general idea - although I did make side note that I could swap out Dimarco for Terry but ultimately with two characters named Terry that would obviously look the same / would get too annoying 😂 😊

Thanks for the ask

[msfbgraves]

Love how all the Silverusso fans collectively gathered together and made Daniel into a total cockslut when it comes to Terry 🥰 I mean, I see this with other Daniel pairings too, but nothing like how it is with Terry. I suppose it’s because the character/actor is such an alpha/dom by nature lol

Thomas Ian Griffith, you gift to the fandom! Oftentimes when actors are supposed to play alpha types they become these huge assholes and it feels like they're trying too hard to mask some insecurity underneath. And it's not like men can't play compelling characters you respect even when they're not sure of themselves. Jared Harris as Valery Legasov in Chernobyl is constantly overwhelmed and you simply want to cheer him all the way! But Thomas is so sure of himself, and when he's playing somebody who isn't, mostly he becomes more extra not less. He's smart! He fires guns! He plays a gay icon in the 90's because is anyone going to doubt his masculinity? Gender may be a spectrum but he's made his home right at the macho end because that's where he fits! He has nothing to prove, he plays piano, sings opera, kisses toddlers, always wants to be seen with kittens and puppies, is just so enamoured with Ralph Macchio and doesn't care who knows it, is so careful with everyone around him but will physically rearrange the Cobra Kai karate kids for a press moment. He literally puts people where he wants them because why not? He's nice guy! He'd never hurt anyone! He loves being slapped by his on screen love interests, it's cute (?!?) He's so proud of his wife! He, on the record, has called her a brat! He writes in a dom scene between him and his girlfriend in Excessive Force because why not? Stigma, him? Being into these kinds of power play is career ending even now but for him, why? It's all good fun!

Anyway, I don't think he bottoms. Not that really masculine presenting guys couldn't bottom, everyone, please, you do you. But every time TIG even has to pretend to be deferential, he looks so confused! Like what? I have to pretend I couldn't take this guy? OK, Thomas, it's in the script. Right. As is romancing the blonde. OK. Sure I can do this...?

But since he wrote Terry as much as anyone - no. Terry's love doesn't top. They may be on top, gladly, but top they won't.

Which, with Daniel, who is clearly bi, presents a bit of a potential unmet need, no? I think Amanda tops him plenty, but going by the dynamic with Amanda, Ali, Kumiko and Ralph's love interests over the years, he can have that "this is my girl" hand holding, arm over the shoulder , pulling close thing going on, so yeah, he's topped. Probably gives amazing head beforehand, but he's topped. And since that is never going to happen again when he is with Terry, who he will stay with forever, no questions, well - he'd better not miss that, OK? Terry will have him right and trained and begging for it and well aware what the rules are, Danny boy. Charm any lady out of fundraising money but go too far and you'll not be walking. Nuhuh. Terry will wring him out so completely he doesn't even think of having more sex in between, as he needs his strength to simply keep up. Them's the rules, and there are Rules. There are always Rules with men like Terry. Better to reward his love and tease out the bratty side only to put them back in place and on and on it goes. They're well taken care of. They can take care of Terry in return, can't you sweetheart? Good boy.