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anthonysperkins · 7 months
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Francesco D'Macho and D.O. Raging Stallion’s Giants: Part One (2011) dir. Chris Ward and Steve Cruz
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gaygalore · 2 years
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François Sagat and Huessein in Arabesque (2005) dir. Chris Ward
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dandylion240 · 2 months
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“Not with that attitude,” someone said behind him.
“Who are you…” Jonah demanded turning around to confront the person…”I know you. You’re my brother’s friend.” Snapping his fingers he continued “Chris, right?”
Nodding Chris said “he asked me to check on you.” 
Silence hung in the air between them. Jonah shuffled his feet, hands in his pockets. His cheeks flushed “what if I go out there and I freeze? What if they don’t like me?”
“That’s a lot of what if’s,” Chris said “but what if you go out there and put on a good show? What if they like you?”
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sockguy-69 · 5 months
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Chris Ward
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japanesemetal · 2 months
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djredscrewedup · 11 months
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yourfrankiethings · 1 year
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The Mercury, Dallas, 4/12/23
exterior –Preston Forest Square, 11909 Preston Rd #1418, Dallas, TX 75230 In 1998 the award-winning Chef Chris Ward joined the M Crowd Restaurant Group as Executive Chef of The Mercury.  Ward had garnered many honors including “Rising Star Chef” by the James Beard House Foundation.  Today he is still in the kitchen at this neighborhood staple and packing a crowd even in the middle of the week.…
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trnsocial · 2 years
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WIZARDS The Podcast Guide To Comics | Episode 59
WIZARDS The Podcast Guide To Comics | Episode 59
Adam is joined by an all-star trio of Wizard Staffers, Justin Aclin, TJ Dietsch & Chris Ward to discuss Marvel’s Onslaught, a Fantastic Four Casting Call, Frank Miller vs Wizard magazine and more 90’s comics nostalgia! LISTEN NOW
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try-set-me-on-fire · 10 months
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
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heyitschartic · 9 months
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I would have really loved to see what would happen if String Theory had survived Gold Morning. What do the Wardens even do with her running around except appeasement? There are a lot of countries getting close to war with Gimel, and she is essentially a nuclear detterant all on her own. No one wants to kick the country with a woman who can boil your seas. Permanently moaning, complaining, and insulting Dragon, except this time, she can't just ignore her since they're working together. More importantly, the second she got out of lockup, she'd go hunting down what happened with the egg Lab Rat had, and I'm sure she'd manage to find Chris.
Cannot imagine how horrible she would be as a bitchy aunt, there to permanently rub it in Lab Rat's face that she survived and all he has left is this teenage sorta-clone. They would absolutely despise each other. Would be a much more interesting conversation when Vicky goes to investigate his living situation though.
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n0brainjustvibes · 6 months
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uhm. uhm. think I jusr had a tinker fugue
so, observation, huh? was veeery tempted to fit the simurgh in somehow but three headshots were enough.
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ultrameganicolaokay · 3 months
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Birds of Prey #9 by Kelly Thompson and various. Variant covers by (1) Chris Ng, (2) Ejikure and (3) Christian Ward. Main cover by Leonardo Romero. Out in May.
"If the Birds of Prey have one mission, it’s 'protect Barbara Gordon at all costs,' and that mission is… not going great. Dinah and her team search for Barbara in this strange new world that seems specifically designed to trip them up. Many mysteries lurk in the dark of this world, and some of them don’t even want to kill you… probably."
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gaygalore · 2 years
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Huessein and François Sagat in Arabesque (2005) dir. Chris Ward
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dandylion240 · 4 months
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Devan stepped through the portal into a humid jungle. If he’d been human he would have found it sweltering and difficult to breathe in the humidity. As it was he barely noticed the change from the cool, dry environs of the library to the jungle. “This way,” he said when Chris joined him. 
As they walked through the jungle to the home of one of the most powerful sages in ROM Devan almost hoped he was wrong. He was positive he wasn’t wrong. The spells used were the father’s specialty and it would be like the arrogant son to think he could duplicate the spells as well as his father. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone mistook genetics for ability. 
Devan came to a stop in front of a house. 
“Is this the place?” Chris asked.
“It is,” he led the way to the door “let’s get this over with.” 
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ghost-diner · 4 months
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🎵 "How to heal a broken heart
Oh sometimes you cut it apart" 🎵
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byronvera · 7 months
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breakthrough breakin' through
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