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marthaskane · 10 months

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Were you scared? No. Little bit.

PRIMEVAL (2007-2011) ↳ Series 3, Episode 2

#primevaledit #primeval #connor x abby #connor temple #abby maitland #smallscreensource #cinemapix #tvcentric #filmtvdaily #filmtvcentral #mine #mine: gifs #mine: primeval #ch: connor temple #ch: abby maitland #tv: primeval #primeval s3 #primeval 3x02 #theeeeeem <3

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i-was-bored-so-this-happened · 7 months

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Primeval + The Onion Headlines, Part 1/12

#primeval #onion headlines #james lester #matt anderson #oliver leek #connor temple #emily merchant #captain becker #abby maitland

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witchofthemidlands · 7 months

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i will admit posters like these make me laugh because can you imagine an anomaly opening in the middle of the arc & the entire squad deciding to take a group photo before dealing with whatever decides to emerge from the bunghole of time.

#captain hilary james becker #jess parker #abby maitland #connor temple #matt anderson #primeval #ben mansfield #ruth kearney #hannah spearritt #andrew lee potts #ciaran mcmenamin #primevaledit

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 5 months

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Honorable mention (vote “some other character” if this is your answer):

* Connor MacManus (Boondock Saints). Wasn’t enough room on the poll.

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late2000shistoricalreenactment · 5 months

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It's the same scene

#head of the bbc #primeval #primeval video #the goes wrong show #a christmas carol goes wrong #primeval shitpost #connor temple

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what-the-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No.25

Storm | Buried Alive | "They're not breathing!"

Connor Temple in Primeval - 5x01 - Matt's Secret

#whumptober2023 #no.25 #“They're not breathing!”#Primeval #GIF #Connor Temple #hurt #collapse #unconscious #worry #medical care

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doctorfriend79 · 2 months

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Just Another Day At The Office

#Primeval #Ben Miller #James Lester #Andrew-Lee Potts #Connor Temple #Series Three

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cross-snuff · 7 months

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Connor Temple in Primeval: New World (2012)

#connor temple #primeval #andrew lee potts #alp #primeval new world #gifset

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templetv · 4 months

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#if you've seen these posts before no you haven't #went insane and deleted my old tumblr (diictodonss)#but im still really proud of these so i will be reposting 🔪#changed this one a little tho hehe #primeval #connor temple #andrew lee potts #moodboard #aesthetic moodboard

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queenclaudiabrown · 6 months

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*the entire team is high, drunk, or both*

Connor: So what makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?

Stephen: The knife itself isn't necessarily butch. It’s named that because it's wielded by a butcher, who is more butch than the other food shop owners.

Connor: Hmm, I see.

Abby: What, then, makes the butcher more butch than other food shop owners?

Stephen: The knife.

#primeval #stephen hart #connor temple #abby maitland #incorrect quotes #butchery #butcher knife #butcher

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thetamehistorian · 7 months

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I recently rediscovered the joy of Primeval and it's derailed all of my other writing plans so enjoy this snippet I guess!

Portsmouth, UK

Captain Hilary Becker had survived SAS selection, two tours of duty – which had included four miserable months in the Afghan desert with insurgents taking pot shots at him on the regular – and growing up as the only boy in a household with three older sisters.

That was to say that he categorically refused to let an overgrown prehistoric chicken become the reason his mother received a knock on the door from a sympathetic officer. With the butt of his EMD rifle nestled firmly in his shoulder he let off another burst and finally hit the sodding thing. It had been getting a little too close and bite-y for comfort for a moment there.

“Sitrep Captain?” Evan, his second and frequent bane of his life asked over the comms, presumably in the hopes that she could get off babysitting the scientist duty and have a piece of the action.

Becker didn’t so much nudge the stunned dinosaur back through the anomaly as shove it home with extreme prejudice. Look, what Abby didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “Fan-fucking-tastic, Lieutenant.”

“SNAFU, copy that sir.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Becker could hear the grin in Evan’s voice. There were days he was glad that Special Forces hadn’t recruited female officers back when he’d been in training. Evan was exactly the kind of feral that would have thrived in that environment, which probably explained how she’d ended up in his unit, thinking about it. It took a certain type of person to last at the ARC.

Becker tried not to contemplate what that must say about him.

Heaving himself up, EMD still trained on the anomaly, he held back at grunt as the scar tissue on his side twinged at the movement. “ETA on Temple?”

“Two minutes,” came the reply, echoed a second later by the man himself.

Finally, some good news. After the fiasco with the first, very broken, locking mechanism, and then the creature incursion, Becker could do with some haste.

“What are these little buggers anyway?” he asked, having set up in a better position to snipe any others that got ideas about coming through.

“Eoraptors,” Temple informed him, slightly out of breath. Over the sound of the comms, Becker could hear approaching footsteps. “Late Triassic.”

“Small, fast, lots of teeth, omnivores,” Matt added helpfully from somewhere halfway across the country.

Two anomalies opening at once wasn’t exactly common, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened during his time at the ARC. Becker hoped they were having more luck corralling the herd of peaceful giants back through their anomaly his team were with the overgrown chickens. Sorry – Eoraptors.

With a scuff of boots on the floor, Connor Temple burst into the room, set down the new locking mechanism and activated it with a speed that would have the instructors at Sandhurst grudgingly impressed. This time, blessedly, the anomaly behaved itself and shrunk down to a closed state. Connor let out a sigh of relief. Becker did too, but he was more subtle about it.

Then the mad genius that Becker had the misfortune to call his colleague looked at him, grinned in a mildly manic way that could have been either the result of too little sleep, or humour, or both, and said, “So, James, eh?”

Despite his attempt to hide it, Becker did not miss the way Connor’s eyes flicked down to the ID plate on his EMD, the one that matched the dog tags round his neck which clearly proclaimed him to be one Captain H J Becker.

He was well aware of the ongoing debate at the ARC regarding what those initials stood for and was just glad that Connor hadn’t overheard the first part of the conversation.

There was a reason he went by his surname, after all.

Banging his head against the wall, Becker looked up toward the ceiling of the powder magazine – grade II* listed Hils, Maddy has enthused upon their arrival, one of the best examples of a bastion trace fort in the country - and once again cursed the universe for opening an anomaly at his favourite sister’s place of work.

SNAFU - "Situation normal: all fucked up" or 'this sucks, but that's the normal state of affairs'.

#primeval #fanfiction #my writing #captain becker #connor temple #matt anderson #ocs

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Wolverine or Spider-Man? (Primeval Drabble)

Connor Temple x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You meet Connor at the bar. He's pleasantly surprised by the topic of conversation.

CW: consumption of alcohol, Connor is a dork (and that's why we love him)

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“You look nice.”

You almost choke on your drink as you turn to look at the person whose voice those words belonged to. To your surprise, it was a rather gangly, awkward-looking man with slicked hair. You arched your brow at his clothes, a waistcoat over a tee. A tee, which, if you were right (and you were) possibly had some sort of comic graphic on it.

“Thank you,” you reply, straw from your drink in the corner of your mouth. “You look… stylish.”

The man grinned, and you noticed the fingerless gloves he was wearing to complete the look.

“What’s your name, then?” The man asked, sliding onto the bar stool next to you. You swallowed your next sip and replied with your name, twisting to sit more comfortably to face him. You signalled the bartender down and ordered him a drink.

“Oh- I think I was supposed to do that,” he said, looking a little concerned, hand gesturing towards the barman. “Name’s Connor. Temple. Connor Temple.”

You chuckle, sipping through your straw. He was sweet, and charming, in an awkward kind of way. Just your type. He’d picked well for a clear first attempt at flirting with someone at the bar.

“Well, there was only one of us without a drink and that was you. I’m not going to not order you a drink.” You quirk your brows cheekily, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders and over the back of your stool.

Connor takes his drink and has a swig, sucking air through his lips after he swallows as he tries to think of something to say.

“Shit- I- I’m not sure what to do now. My friend didn’t help me past this point,” he says, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself. He’s cute, though. You eye him appreciatively.

“I know,” you say, putting your glass down and propping your chin up on your hand. “Who do you think would win in a fight- Wolverine or Spider-Man?”

You think Connor might have just creamed his pants with the way he all but fist-pumped the air. He scoffed in disbelief and instantly became about a thousand per cent more comfortable by your calculations.

“No way- you did not-” he cuts himself off with an excited laugh. “Cool! Erm- definitely Wolverine. Thoughts?”

You stick your lip out in thought, downing the rest of your drink and signalling for another.

“See- I think Spider-Man. He can swing out of the line of fire, and Logan is all anger. Anger peters out- hah, that was unintentional, I swear.”

“Spider-Man, really?” The expression on his face is excited but thoughtful as if he’s never really considered the possibility that Spider-Man could win in that fight. “My friend told me people at bars don’t like to talk comic books,” he added, tearing down another few swigs.

“Well, I think your friend has vastly underestimated the surge of popularity in comics and video games. Really, it’s going to be the next big industry,” you reply, fiddling with your glass.

“You know, I couldn’t agree more.”

You rather think you’re going to get along well with Connor.