Wanted to bring you more photo edits of our spies for MI6, MI5 and Hydra, but WP is not being kind to me today. And I REALLY need a nap (asleep after 2, awake by 4:30 a.m.) so enjoy what’s here, including the Johnny Rivers’ classic, “Secret Agent Man.” All the shows are done now, we are pleased with results of DVD sales and also response of those watching themselves larger than life last night on the wall of the theatre, the sound pretty awesome coming through the theatre’s system.
It’ll take me a couple of days to get up to speed, so bear with me. I have some chores to do related to Pecan Ridge Productions, amongst other things. Hope all are well.
Oh, Porter. Look at you. You’ve been through hell and high water, and you still look steely-eyed and determined–and gorgeous.
As for me, I feel every one of my 52 years and then some. A lot of “somes.” I have popped the muscle relaxer and the ibuprofen and fired up the heating pad to maximum velocity. The photos are now exporting from Lightroom to a subfolder on the desktop.
It will take a while.
I thought I took 500 or so photos. It was 706. How in the heck did you take that many, my husband asked me.
I guess it had something to do with the 110 or so contestants and trying to get decent photos of each of them. I try to hold my camera very steady as I am shooting and, Porter, my shoulders are now screaming at me. And my back and hips. It was a long night.
I keep thinking of that Danny Glover tagline in the Lethal Weapon movies. “I am getting too old for this sh*t.” Danny, you and me both, my friend.
I know my various aches and pains, as loudly as they are screaming at me presently, are nothing compared to what you’ve been through, Sergeant, what with being shot and stabbed and water-boarded and beaten. You take it all with such amazing toughness and stoicism and then promise in the end to kill every last one of the bastards and rescue the girl and you manage to do it!
I don’t want you to kill anybody, just put a can of whup-ass on this pain, if possible. I trust you to be able to do it, too.
I believe in the Powah of the Portah.
Rescue me, JP, as only a genuine Armitage hero can . . .
Lucas, the cerebral, enigmatic, cool-as-a-cucumber spy and Portah, the tough-as-nails SAS soldier with the tender side. Dedicated heroes and alpha males who are also sexy as hell. And So Not Dead! What’s not to love here?
Everyone seemed so happy to see our sexy sergeant earlier today, I thought I would whip up another post featuring our tough, take-no-prisoners, savvy-yet-sensitive John Porter of MI-6.
Because he does all of the above so very well, doesn’t he?
(And I’d like to hear him say that word, too.)
Balsamaceous: (adjective): Possessing healing or restorative properties.
The word derives from the Latin balsamum, “resin of the balm tree.” The substance is historically celebrated for its aroma and healing properties.
Dr. Track is a healer by profession, and with his steadfast dedication and delightful bedside manner, he certainly makes us feel better.
And whilst John Porter is a tough soldier by trade with kickass skills, his gentleness and compassion helped Katie through the trauma of her captivity even as he worked to free her. This balsamaceous hero is tops in our books.
Our Victorian hero, Mr. Thornton, restores our belief in foolish passion and sweet romance. Surely he’s been a balm to many a troubled spirit.
Dear Harry Kennedy. His sweet, sunny, nurturing nature–perhaps a reflection of his CReAtor’s own lovely character?–cannot fail to bring a smile to our faces and a warm tug on our hearts.
Just a few examples of Mr. A’s balsamaceous characters. But of course, the most balsamaceous of them all is the man himself.
Lovely, funny, brilliant, modest, insightful, endearing, charismatic . . . how you touch our hearts, minds and souls, Richard Armitage.
Oh, the sunshine of that smile. Darling, darling Harry.
Sir Guy. Such haunting beauty. Those eyes . . . the mouth.
Oh, Danni, you lucky girl, you. That is one gorgeous and sexy hunk of a hero you’ve got there!
Lucas. Brave, haunted, damaged–but still a hero. Still Lucas. John who?
Porter from that fantastic viral video. One minute of raw intensity. What a performance. And the thoughts we find in our head . . .
Speaking of intense, here’s our favorite dwarf warrior. He has no trouble smouldering, does he??
Enjoy all this alpha male hotness, my darlings. Even yummier than waffles with lots of syrup and butter, crispy bacon, fresh-squeezed orange juice and a piping hot cup of coffee.
I’m feelin’ kind of beat up today. Another weather change underway, growing cooler and with rain in the forecast. Along with the slightly less hideous toe, the tailbone is aching, as are the knees and the general FMS malaise.
I am snuggled up under the covers to get warm, still trying to wrap my head around the strange series of dreams I had while napping earlier. Birthday celebrations, Bette Midler as a dwarf in a large orange hat and polka dots, the gift of a magic spatula for cakes and cookies, a very sweet-looking lady using a cutaway dummy figure to explain bondage gear for guys and gals . . . you had to be there. As my husband would say, ” You may be maddening, but nobody can accuse you of being dull, Ang, even your dreams.”
Monday has been a little on the strange side, even for me.
So I think I need some Sgt. Porter as something good for what ails me . . . anyone want to join me?
OK, here’s a little Luscious Lucas and Gorgeous Guy to go along with our sexy sergeant . . . they all shoot to thrill!
MI-5 and MI-6′s finest: Lucas North of the Security Services and SAS soldier Sgt. John Porter. One spent eight years in a Russian prison, wondering who had sold him out to their enemy as he faced torture, humiliation and deprivation on a daily basis. The other suffered his own hell when a Middle Eastern mission he was heading went pear-shaped, One mate was dead, another in a vegetative state. And signs pointed to Porter’s poor judgement being the cause. Porter lost the trust and respect of his men, his wife and found his relationship with his only child on shaky ground.
Both men have something to prove to the world–and to themselves. Both have suffered loss and betrayal and are determined to discover the truth. They want the opportunity to make themselves useful, to return to some semblance of normality in their lives. They can be tough and ruthless and at the same time, tender and compassionate. Flawed and damaged though they may be, they are still most worthy of our respect and admiration. Oddly enough, in spite of the fact they are fictional characters, the world feels just a little safer to me with these two fellows on watch.
Lucas and JP are amongst my personal superheroes. Who needs Superman, Batman or Spidey when you have North and Porter??
I’ve got to try to get some sleep now that my knee has been iced up and calmed down. Y’all enjoy more Portah. Oh, what fun it is to play with light effects on that lovely bare, fair flesh of his . . .
That is the most tempting set of Cupid’s bow lips I have ever seen. I am feeling that impulse to nibble and nosh again . . .
Oh, the glories of Tied-Up Armitage. Honestly, unlike Mr. Grey I am not into bondage, but there’s just something about these commanding alpha males in a particular kind of peril . . .
And what is it about him when he’s got his mouth open partnered with that intense gaze? *guh*
And just for fun . . . Sgt. Portah as Master Mechanic. I think I need him to adjust my McPherson struts.