#the 6 thatchers

[danikoshi-doodles]

Guess what I violently found myself back into and finally drawing fanart of

[yee-harr]

Thatcher wishes you a happy pride

[ruskizzo]

How I imagine the SAS team would react to finding a white mask child.

Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge

They weren’t exactly pleased to find a white mask— specifically a poor child, cowering into a corner with blood smeared over the white suit.

Thatcher instantly called over coms to know what to do about a child white mask, his eyes not once leaving you or the others.

Sledge was the first to talk to you, kneeling and allowing you to trust him at your own pace. He only asked a few questions, “you hurt?”, “there any more of you?”

He mainly made sure you were okay. It tore his heart seeing such a young child standing in a fighting zone with blood all over them, not to mention on a terrorist team.

Thatcher was the second to talk to you, coaxing you to calm down and talking about how they would transport you somewhere safe and cozy.

Mute and Smoke were the ones to stay quiet, not really sure what to do or what was going on. They really only kept guard, looking for any more white masks or any possible threats.

It broke Mutes heart seeing the child so frightened. He mentioned to take the gas masks off. Seeing how you screamed when they first appeared; four humans with guns and a massive hunk carrying a sledge hammer, scary. But overall he kept quiet, not sure what to do or say.

Sledge and Thatcher were the ones talking, Smoke kept close to you. He made sure you completely comfortable with them, smiling at you and attempting to cheer you up with cheesy jokes he made up randomly.

Mute just watched, his grip on his gun not once loosening. He eventually crouched near you and Smoke and ruffled your hair in attempt to make you smile.

Once Ash had commanded them to lead the child towards the medic and truck, Smoke was the first to lead you— a gentle but firm grip on your hand as he slowly led you out. Mute on the side, covering your eyes or attempting to block your view the best he could when you passed a dead white mask.

So sorry it’s not the best, school night and I was just really bored. :(

[atwhughesversion]

from the canucks account: where are you sitting?

Canucks: What seat are YOU taking on the next road trip? 🤔 Comment below!

[barzyhughes]

the way they have a whole starting roster here

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Hudson Commodore 6 Coupe Automatic, 1952. A rare example of Hudson's flagship coupe is for sale in Europe. The car is claimed to have had fifty years of family ownership in California before being exported into long term storage. It is in need of restoration and recommissioning. The Commodore was designed by Betty Thatcher, the first female designer employed by a car manufacturer. Recorded milage is 51,983 Miles, it is offered for €18,000.

sales listing

[nevaehdavis5675]

The Mandela Catalogue Characters As Your Birthday

January : N

February: Jonah Marshall

March : Mark Heathcliff

April : Ceasr Torres

May: Evelyn

June : Archangel Gabriel

July : Adam Murray

August: Intruder ( 6)

September: Dave Lee

October: Thatcher Davis

November: Ruth Weaver

December: Sarah Heathcliff

( who did you get? )

[shegetsburned]

“No one remembers who comes in second.”

Tournament of Champions | Interviews

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1981 – Day 6 | Bobby Sands recorded his diary for the first seventeen days of his hunger strike in which he detailed his thoughts and feelings on the momentous task that lay ahead of him.

There was no priest in last night or tonight. They stopped me from seeing my solicitor tonight, as another part of the isolation process, which, as time goes by, they will ruthlessly implement. I expect they may move me sooner than expected to an empty wing. I will be sorry to leave the boys, but I know the road is a hard one and everything must be conquered. I have felt the loss of energy twice…

[sumsarem]

two bros, chillin at Hereford, sharin a smoke cuz they're Not gay 👀

--commission, no reposty thanku :)--

[memory-echo]

Episódio 6: Huck, o arquitecto

[yee-harr]

I know I haven’t posted in about half a year but shhhhhh, here’s some wing AU sketches because I have nothing better to do in my free-time other than draw military dudes as birds

(Thatcher = osprey, Jäger = eurasian magpie, Kapkan = snowy owl)

(might make more of these sketches? I’ve already got a list of what species each of the pathfinder ops would be lmao)

[angelic-writer]

Whumpcember Day 6 - Nightmares

CW: Referenced suicide, Mentions of previous character death

Thatcher saw the house again tonight. He could see the beer bottles, the baby toys, the crib... The TV displaying its static...

The young woman that was hanging.

"Shit.... Do we have anyone to take care of that?"

Ruth.

"No Weaver, we don't because everyone else fucking left!" He sighed and pinched his nose. "Sorry." He spoke into the radio. "We got a 10-56."

He checked the camera. It wasn't displaying anything. "Something's wrong with this fucking camera..." He tried to turn the screen back on, but it stayed off. "Shit. Camera's down, Weaver."

Nothing.

"Weaver?"

He stared into the hallway. Called out to whoever is there. A long, lanky arm turned off the light.

Shattered glass. He landed on the ground and broke into a run. "Ruth, if you're still there, I'm gonna find help, okay?? Just meet me at the station!!"

He was at the station now. Everyone is gone. His gun laid on the ground, empty of its bullets. The thing stared down at him with its toothy grin. It said to him in a mockery of Ruth's voice.

"You left me behind, Thatcher. It's all your fault."

"I-I didn't mean... I just wanted..."

"You did this to me. You left me to die. I'm dead because of you."

The voices of everyone he failed began to echo around him. Heathcliff, Weaver, Dave... Their apparitions appeared and circled around him. Heathcliff's head was completely gone, Weaver had bruises around her neck, and Dave...

Blood was leaking out of his sunglasses.

"We're all dead because of you. You didn't do enough to help. Now, this town is in ruins. Everyone is going to die because of you. You doomed us all."

"SHUT UP!!! I'M SORRY!! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!! I'M SORRY!!"

The Ruth figure came up behind him and rested the gun at his chin.

"There is only one way for you to atone."

Tears streamed down his face. His finger was on the trigger.

"There's not enough room for the two of us, Lieutenant."

Thatcher's eyes snapped open. His heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't breathe. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. After a few minutes, he realized he was in his room. He buried his face in his hands. "Dammit..."

He'd been plagued by nightmares of that day. It didn't help that Dave had suddenly disappeared after their last call. Now that he was gone, he had no one to turn to. No Ruth to vent his frustrations to. No Dave to make him laugh.

No one.

He considered getting a drink of water (His throat was parched.), but that would require him going downstairs.

And if that thing in his closet would stop staring at him for one second, he would be happy.

[atwhughesversion]

Rick Tocchet on Thatcher Demko: “He's really excited about his progress. So that's what I go by. We don't have a target date. There's no targeting. He's getting better every day. I've noticed the last 2-3 weeks, he's getting better every day, and that's what we want.”

[imacSportsnet]

we are soooo back (please don’t let this just be tocchet trying to pacify the panicked canucks fans 😭)

[gloombride]

I’m an apologist for these two specifically

They’re both so fuckin’ pretty aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[c3s4rxd]

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