Can You Do Something For Me, Please?

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Carmen Argenziano

I’m pasting this from Facebook, because I’m not strong enough to write it again. 

I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.

He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.

I’d seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.

Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actors’ manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. He’s fantastic. His wife is, too.

Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.

I handled Carmen Argenziano.

I played it cool. I pretended I wasn’t freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man I’d never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasn’t a handler. I wasn’t allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?

I was so fucking scared. 😅

That lasted about ten minutes.

There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.

When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a “hero,” said I “save people” when they’re at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didn’t believe me. He called me a “beautiful young lady,” and believe me, I am neither.

When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I don’t do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isn’t me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew he’d be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op I’ve ever done. It’s the only photo op I’ve ever framed and hung on my wall.

I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and she’d been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, I’m always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldn’t. Because he wouldn’t have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.

I looked at him, and I said, “You know you just made her entire year, right?”

And he said, “No. She just made mine.”

And now I’m crying. Get it together, bri.

Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.

Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. I’ll miss you.

Quick question,

What's a good paint to go over tape? I got asked to paint a welding mask for someone at work and we laid duct tape over the face but I don't know what type of paint would work best, anyone have an idea?? I got no idea where to start......

The 212th medics have enlisted the help of one very tired Marshal Commander in order to wrangle Obi-wan “it’s not broken if I can still move it” Kenobi post mission. There are holo recordings now being circulated around as blackmail.

Have some Bambi stuff 😊🥰

FORTH EORLINGAS!!!

Today, we mourn Bernard Hill (King Theoden). May he rest among the halls of his father 😔

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

(personal sun);

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an: very merry christmas to @drmsqnc and belated happy birthday~ I didn’t have much time at all but I still hope this makes you smile Vina~

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“I can’t believe you did this.”

Markus’ happy expression flattered slightly at your dull words.

“If you don’t like it—”

You almost shoved him. The fact that he even questioned whether or not you would like this was insane. Of course, you liked it—loved it, in fact, because it was truly that stunning.

“Don’t talk to me right now,” you said, turning towards him. His gaze was warm, but slightly worried, as it took in your expression. “Markus this—it’s incredible. How long did it take you?”

His expression smoothed with your words, a small grin twisting the corner of his full lips. A soft brush of his fingers registered against your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, into the comforting warmth of his touch.

Markus was like the sun.

There was something about him that just pulled you in, drew your attention towards him. You could understand why androids followed him so willingly, why even humans listened to him and no one else but him. He was special, he had the charisma that you couldn’t quite escape or remain indifferent towards. You could understand all the androids that were willing to lay their lives down for him. Sometimes when he spoke, you felt like that too. Like you could follow him to the edge of the world without a second thought.

He was beautiful and warm and determined and—

He was too much. This was too much.

“It doesn’t matter how long it took,” he argued firmly but softly, and you rolled your eyes at his reply. “As long as you like it,” he added again, and you could read the self-cautious tilt to his words.

Your heart swelled at his worry—at his clear display of vulnerability. He was always self-assured and strong in front of everyone but you. When it was you two, he let his cast crumble away to dust. With you, he could just be himself.

“This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen Markus,” you told him and gave his large hand a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t believe this is supposed to be me. Are you sure—”

“Very,” he interrupted softly, and taking your hand in his brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. “I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. Strong, smart, beautiful. I wanted you to know that I think you’re…incredible.”

Warmth bubbled in your chest and you turned your eyes away from his in clear show of embarrassment. How he could he say stuff like that with a straight face, you didn’t understand.

The portrait stood in front of you on a display. The colours were rich and beautiful; a delicate mix of reds, greens, yellows and oranges. The portrait was warm and earthy; almost ethereal in its wild beauty. It was a side profile that made you appear like some woodland nymph. If this is how Markus saw you…

“You need to be stopped,” you whispered weakly, shooting an irritated look his way when you heard him chuckle. It was a deep and warm sound, warming you despite the bitter cold outside. “I think I’m going to have words with Carl—”

He didn’t let you finish, tugging you slowly towards him, and kissing you softly. It was slow, gentle; with his arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing against yours with a passion that made your breath hitch. His embrace was a cocoon of safety and love, and you would not trade it for anything.

You pulled back first, desperate for breath as he grinned at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Merry Christmas, (Name).”  

Ghost: Hard dom (but also enjoys the occasional submission… won’t tell u tho :p)

Price: Soft dom… this man loves taking care of you but also reminding you of who’s in charge

Gaz: He don’t give a fuck as long as you both feel good

Soap: Switch (leaning depending on his mood or how work was)