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My heart!❤️

Tim shows his wedding ring so proudly. He looks sooo happy🥹❤️

August 2, 2025

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More Tim pics from Roanoke

(August 2, 2025, via Instagram)

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Where’s Waldo Tim at a rooftop bar in Roanoke

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I had never heard that interview before. Jayne Atkinson, Adrienne Campbell-Holt and Tim about the play « Still » (which was so amazing!!).

8’58 - « my accomplice »

17’15 - «  I, too, was married… WAS married for a long time […] Like my character, I’m divorced »

Not anymore Tim… 😜 You’re back to being married now. 😁🥰

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I haven’t updated here but we are up to chapter 27 for Uncharted icymi❤️

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Tim Daly discussing the importance of Superman.

(August 2nd, 2025 [Instagram tagged media])

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no context. all that's needed.

(August 2, 2025)

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“I feel really out of control when a major appliance is broken, like I can’t take care of my family. And Alison is two days out of her school uniform and then she’ll get demerits. Jason doesn’t even have a ‘B’ wardrobe. And I am already in the sad underwear.”

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He laughed, a little huff that made her furrow her brows and bring her eyes up from the CIA briefing she was reading for her meeting tomorrow. She narrowed her gaze at the ceiling, waiting, listening to see if he’d do it again. But it was pure silence, and she dropped her head sideways and let the book settle under her ribs, “What?” she asked.

Elizabeth had loved him for as long as she’d known him, but it wasn’t until just recently did they start really, truly becoming a married couple. Because, finally, she broke down in front of him about three months ago—not the kind of break down that teeters on emotions, but the kind that centers around flatulence. She can recall that first time he heard her, and she can still feel the embarrassment sometimes when she thinks about how hard they both laughed.

And she knew, too, that Henry wasn’t always reading even when he had a book in front of him. Many times his mind would wander away to something else he read or some conversation he’d had with a Marine buddy. So when she squinted her eyes at him harder, he finally laid the book down on his chest and turned slightly, propping his head up on his hand while his elbow dug into the pillow. “You—I’m just thinking about something you said last week,” he admitted after a little stumbling around with his words.

His book slid off his chest and plopped onto the bed, closing itself. Neither of them looked down at it.

“Go on,” she instructed, now totally invested in where his brain had led him to.

The smirk that tugged at his lips made her think he was about to say something funny, but he just confused her more when he said, “What did you mean when you said ‘sad underwear’ last week?”

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(how i imagined her expression for much of this scene)

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about time ya got it right, Google

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stepping away for a little while again, friends…my brain needs it. take care of yourselves❤️

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Death of a Unicorn is on HBO Max now and yes I am rewatching solely for the Téa scenes to fangirl all over again

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It had taken Henry and Jason almost two hours to put the crib together, and after Elizabeth had talked with Ali, she went downstairs to their study and tried to get some work in. As she sifted through a binder with some briefing she was supposed to be reading, she found her mind flittering everywhere else—particularly buzzing with the memory of Henry crawling down in the floor to help Jase. His knees popped, or his back, she wasn’t sure. He had a couple little streaks of gray hair. When he looked up at her, she didn’t see Henry at forty-seven, but she saw Henry in his mid-twenties having just gotten home from deployment and putting their first crib together.

And while trying to read a report on the illegal trade of sea cucumber in Southeast Asia, her heart was thumping against her chest and that soft spot under her jaw, her breaths were shaky, and her legs were writhing in the seat. Finally, she ripped her glasses off and laid them down with a sigh when her mind darted to that morning before the doctor’s appointment—back when she told him she was a bowling ball and then his hand went up her shirt.

That was the first time they’d had sex before he went to Pakistan. And that time, the night before Pakistan, that was only because it was tradition. There was nothing spontaneous about it, just done out of obligation to themselves because they both knew the dangers any time they left to go to a foreign country.

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I‘m still not recovered from the wedding and it’s been two weeks. I never thought we would get any confirmation and now we’re setting here with this much information and pics. And now I can’t get enough and still hope for a good quality photo from the wedding of Téa and Tim although the blurred ones are more then I ever imagined 😂😂

This is so valid…I may or may not have crashed out from how sweet it all was

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two tweet screenshots that cracked me up

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I’ve gotta say, there’s not much more that’s non-sensually intimate than reading excerpts of a book to your partner.

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a rhythm was found because they were actually meant to be together…wonder how the casting directors feel now that they basically wrote a love story for real life too?

Téa on how important it was for Elizabeth and Henry to have a working marriage and how much fun it is to play

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is it time to read The Metamorphosis again upon seeing a random Kafka quote?