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ceteradesunt · 7 months

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Split Second (1992) dir. Tony Maylam & Ian Sharp

#split second #tony maylam #ian sharp #rutger hauer #90s horror #1990s horror #scifi #horror #scifi horror #horror movies #classichorrorblog #horrorstills #split second 1992

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leatherducttapeprettyboys · 1 month

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Ian Sharp

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gatutor · 4 months

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Ingrid Pitt-Lewis Collins "S. A. S. los invencibles" (Who dares wins) 1982, de Ian Sharp.

#Ingrid Pitt #Lewis Collins #Ian Sharp

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omercifulheaves · 1 year

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Split Second (1992)

#movies #posters #split second #rutger hauer #neil duncan #tony maylam #ian sharp #gary scott thompson

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rapturousrot · 2 years

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Tess of the D’Urbervilles (1998) dir. Ian Sharp

#Tess of the D'Urbervilles #Ian Sharp #Justine Waddell #Movies #filmstills #Blood #Roses #Of course she would bleed from something Alec gave her #Ugh I need to read the book before summer closes

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veryslowreader · 11 months

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A Colder War by Charles Cumming

The Marker

#a colder war #charles cumming #the marker #john hannah #ian sharp

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oldcountrybear1955 · 1 year

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Reflex Homme July 2015 - Ian Sharp photographed by Roxanne Hartridge

#ian sharp #roxanne hartridge #reflex homme

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watching-pictures-move · 3 months

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Movie Review | Who Dares Wins (Sharp, 1982)

The old cliche is that action movies are only as good as their villains, and the one here is easily the best part of the affair. Judy Davis plays the leader of an anti-nuclear terror cell who puts on avant garde stage shows to protest in favour of nuclear disarmament on top of taking over the US embassy and generally kicking ass and wearing great outfits, including a fuzzy blue sweater with a squirrel on it. If anything, the movie realizes that it made her cooler than the actual SAS commandos we're supposed to be rooting for and tries to recalibrate with its funniest scene, where US Secretary of State Richard Widmark, while being held hostage by her and her goons, all of whom are waving their guns around, manages to DESTROY her with FACTS and LOGIC. So this is probably worth watching for at least that reason.

Aside from that, the premise might make this sound a bit like The Delta Force, but this is a substantially lower energy affair. It takes half the movie for the terrorists to enact their plan, and we don't really get any of the sweet SAS action we were hoping for until the last twenty minutes. The boys do exercise the kind of trigger-happy efficiency you'd expect, so the climax does deliver if you have a tactical fetish, but all we see of them beforehand is them making dumb mistakes during training exercises. If anything, the chemistry Davis has with lead actor Lewis Collins (who later starred in a few commando movies I found much more entertaining, Codename: Wild Geese and Commando Leopard) makes me wish I was watching them in a romcom instead.

#film #movie review #who dares wins #the final option #ian sharp

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tarosucheon · 3 months

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I will never ever ever ever ever ever never shut up about these two ever

#eleceed #Ian Patrick #Julian Patrick #I MANIFESTED THEIR BROTHER ENERGY SM GUYS #I LOVE THEM #the calm temperament to the sharp kischevious little brother energy #MWAH FULL COURSE MEAL IM LOSING MY MJND #relooking at this post and only. choosing this panel makes it look like a. ship post unfortunately #erm.

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dailyclassicwho · 2 years

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1.06 — The Survivors (The Daleks) DOCTOR WHO (1963-1989)

#doctor who #classic who #the daleks #susan foreman #barbara wright #ian chesterton #classicwhoedit #dwedit #timelordgifs #1v1 #gifs #firstdoctoredit #mine #first doctor era #my first time gifing a random scene #i hope it's not too sharp?#the revelation that the daleks are organic creatures is one of the coolest reveals ever

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psalmsofpsychosis · 11 months

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one thing about Shameless US is the gutwrenching grief of Fiona always feeling like she's 3 steps from becoming her dad,

and Ian always knowing that he's 3 steps from becoming his mom.

#like the fact that Ian is the one who inherits the whimsy and the softness and the Bipolar disorder of his mom??#and Fiona is the one who inherits the sharp cunmanship and the sneakiness and the mean streak of Frank??#bone breaking stuff right there #like i'll never shut up about how Fiona is the ''boy vs the world'' of the story #and how Ian is the ''girl vs the world'' of the family #shameless #shameless us #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher

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void-botanist · 2 months

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Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone

OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)

Words: 1189

Content warnings: none

Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.

When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window. She’d lost track of time. Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all. She locked her computer and stood up. The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.

“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs. “Where are you?”

She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it. When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.

“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light. He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.

Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space. He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her. His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead. He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter. So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there. He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her. Oh, of course. Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump. Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.

When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs. She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms. He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin. As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her. She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce. For him, at least. She could have as much as she wanted. His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor. He wagged his tail but didn’t move. While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.

“You can start without me,” she said.

He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.

“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl. She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.

On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas. He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight. He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it. That was why he was accompanying her. He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain. He didn’t feel that way about them in human form. She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway. But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there. When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed. He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit. After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.

At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her. In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers. He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder. When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him. There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur. And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs. After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply. She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.

His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss. She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder. He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.

“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.

She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed. “Goodnight.”

RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling

Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs

#Sierra is generally known to be caring but sharp and humorless. then there's moon nights #I love what this implies about their two adopted shifter children who very likely have the same moon as Ian #there are other places they go and feel safe shifting. I don't know where but. Spinder's probably been there #I wonder if there are shift clubs. idk how you could possibly enforce that though #I have been forever changed by Patricia Taxxon's On The Ethics of Boinking Animal People btw #even though this clearly is not “boinking” or really even “animal people” I now aspire to write stuff like this in a sensory way #beyond that I also think it's interesting how people inhabit liminal spaces with the things they enjoy #it's most obvious in kink but shifters do a lot of the lifting for me lol #I guess the reason I have never committed to making shifters have anthro animal forms is I don't have anything interesting to do w that #but having a person cross the line between how we treat husbands and how we treat pets...that's intriguing #still working out the details of being in canid form tho #also don't ask me what their religion is I don't know lol #c: Sierra #c: Ian #rose's kiss week #rose writ

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leatherducttapeprettyboys · 2 months

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