#Ted Prior

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Deadly Prey | 1987

[theactioneer]

Kill Zone (David A. Prior, 1985)

[fitsofgloom]

Never Say Die!

[astralbondpro]

Deadliest Prey (2013) // Dir. David A. Prior

[2ndaryprotocol]

The angry actioner ‘Deadly Prey’ attacked theaters in Portugal this week 35 years ago. 🔫💥🗡

“𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘. 𝙳𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.”

[amesmonde]

Deadliest Prey (2013) Review

War veteran Mike Danton, now living a peaceful family life, is ambushed while taking out the trash and finds himself once again fighting for survival in the wilderness. The late David A. Prior’s long-awaited sequel, Deadliest Prey, brings the same chaotic energy as its predecessor, but with a new revenge-driven twist. Deadly Prey remains a cult classic of low-budget action filmmaking done right,…

[b-movieenema]

Deadly Prey is probably the pinnacle of the careers of brothers David A. Prior and Ted Prior. It's playing into a lot of the typical 80s tropes for dumb action with a beefy lead, but it's definitely a so-bad-it's-good affair.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Surf Nazis must Die 1987

[coachbeards]

I think something that bothers me about how the writers handled Rebecca’s actions was that,,, not only were there no mentions of it afterwards save for like two jokes…but nobody was upset with her after she apologized. everyone moved on? The people who knew, anyways. There weren’t any consequences for her, really. higgins, julie, ted, keeley, they all moved on and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. whereas Jamie’s entire three season arc is consumed by his s1 actions. he had to fight tooth and nail to get back into the team’s good graces, to prove himself to the coaches and keeley and everyone. Even in s3, the coaches are shown to not value his growth and keep thinking of jamie “prick” tartt instead of seeing him as someone capable of being better and different. idk. It just bothers me that in a show about forgiveness and being better, rebecca only had to apologize and everything was forgiven, while Jamie literally could not Not be defined by how he was

[moonlightdancer26]

Girl this is exactly how I feel people treat Severus’s character

https://x.com/sevslver/status/1758565312449167839?s=46&t=w_ORKiu2G4SdlDINSqDwIg

YEAHH I ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS, what they do with Sev’s character is literally exactly how they treat any female characters with male love interests/exes/etc. Like hi his “ex” may have been the reason he initially defected and began redeeming himself, but not every single thing he does is about her. People forget that he (+ female characters who get this treatment) is his OWN PERSON and his whole life doesn’t revolve around a woman/man. A lot of y’all like to say “oh Snape bullied kids cuz he couldn’t get with his crush at like 16,” even though he.. bullied kids.. due to his own upbringing and trauma shaping who he is as a person and because he just wanted to bully them? It doesn’t all have to be secretly related to Lily, he didn’t bully Ron bc “oh Ron had red hair and Lily also had red hair so-”, nor did he bully Hermione because “oh actually she’s a good student and a muggleborn so that must mean she reminded him of Lily-”. He bullied them because 1. of their association with Harry 2. their troublemaking 3. Hermione disturbs his lessons and yells out answers 4. Ron is lazy in his lesson and barely listens to him. Honourable mention: there’s absolutely no proof Snape hated Neville because he could’ve been the Chosen One instead of Harry, how would Snape even know about that? It’s like people who say this are just choosing to ignore Neville’s insane inadequacy at Potions, Snape’s reasons for hating Nev are crystal clear, yet y’all still choose to make up different fanon reasons for the sole purpose of bashing him. And also, Snape being a hero doesn’t mean he can’t be an utter asshole too, who said you can’t still be a petty little bitch while saving lives? Sometimes even his own fans can forget that, though thankfully not the majority of us.

[callixton]

they. shut off all of the running water while they’re digging in the street. what an exciting thing to have happen with no notice while i’m the only one in my family house for a week

[isogenderskitty]

we don't talk enough about the fact that the jerries have to be doing all this wild shit at the grown age of at least like... in their 40s, maybe late 30s at a push

[theactioneer]

Hardcase and Fist (Tony Zarindast, 1989)

[evilkaeya]

Do u think dazai could've prevented the flags death somehow? Would he feel responsible for the pain it caused chuuya?

Yes he could've, no he wouldn't have. He brought Verlaine to Chuuya for a specific reason, flags have nothing to do with it or his plan. Would he feel responsible? I don't know. Knowing Dazai, he would convince himself that he wasn't responsible, which is not entirely a lie. He didn't kill them, Verlaine did. He could partially blame himself, but that wasn't for the world to know, nor an excuse for him to feel sorry about himself. 16 Dazai's actions were more logically driven than emotionally. Even if he felt responsible, could he turn back time and give Chuuya his friends back? No. So there is no reason for him to emotionally invest himself in that matter <- that's what he would think.

[thepunkmuppet]

just to recap, aside from finishing school in june, getting amazing exam results yesterday, being on holiday now and then starting college in two weeks, here is all the fucking awesome stuff I get/got this year fandom-wise:

inside no 9 season 8

ted lasso season 3

guardians of the galaxy 3

good omens 2

across the spiderverse

what we do in the shadows season 5

our flag means death season 2

the magnus protocol

nerdy prudes must die

ghosts season 5

doctor who 60th

doctor who christmas special

THOSE FUCKIN LEGO BRICKS WERE RIGHT EVERYTHING IS AWESOME

[fanficfanattic]

"I wish you would write a fic where...

You are a great walloped of feelings and I would love to see something that explores platonically the Amsterdam bike training scene- like from Jamie, being able to be the person who gets to teach and help someone else, and from Roy, actually letting his guard down and letting someone help him with something.

Obviously you do not have to if you aren’t feeling it. I also realize that is an incredibly specific ask, so really anything that marches along the platonically walloped feelings path would be amazing. If its for a gift fic

If you feel like this isn’t the one for a gift fic, then consider this just me popping in to say hi buddy! You’re talented! You deserve to have a lovely day!

I didn’t want to wait once I finished it even though this is a holiday gift! To @readwing with love! 💜💜💜 And a special thanks to @jamietarttdodododododo for the cheerleading and reassurance!

Jamie can’t help but remember the first time he was in Amsterdam. His father saying it was time he taught him “how to be a man, Jamie.” And he tries to think about the second time he was there instead, with Mummy, and the both of them doing their best to fill him up with different knowledge instead.

The entire time he’s running with Roy, that’s what he’s doing. Spouting every fact he can think of, letting what they pass inspire another one. And then another one. All he has to do is run and talk about anything distracting.

It doesn’t occur to him that Roy might ask how he knows so much. That he has to answer or Roy will pick at him until he does. For the longest time the only armor he had was being a prick. He’d done so much to remove it for the people he cares about, for his team, for his own benefit.

But here in Amsterdam, where he had both the worst and best trips of his life? The armor comes up easily. He lies, like a prick, and he says it as pricky as he can, and the worrying thing is that Roy doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t see through Jamie at all. He doesn’t see Jamie.

Then he realizes that means Roy is distracted. By what, he doesn’t know but he should have clocked that immediately when Roy nabbed him from the team. Roy’s favorite way to work off frustration is by vaguely torturing him.

And Jamie knows that, and he doesn’t mind really. He’s had a lifetime of coaches barking at him. This way, with Roy, has felt like it was actually for a purpose. Most of the time it was making him a better player. But if the purpose is also making Roy feel better? He actively wants that.

Unfortunately, with Prick Mode activated, he doesn’t think twice about howling with laughter at Roy’s admission. Then he hears about his grandfather, and remembers Roy was the only other one who really sacrificed something important at the ghost cleansing, so the guilt sets in.

But now he knows what to do with guilt. He knows how to make amends. And more than that he wants to, of his own accord, rather than feeling like his hand is forced. He wants to make it right with Roy, right for Roy, and show him that it was safe for him to trust Jamie with that pocket of vulnerability.

He decides the best thing would be to honor the memory of Roy’s grandad. If Roy thought not learning was disrespectful, than they could feed two birds with one scone. He’ll teach Roy how to ride this bike, say thanks to a man he’d never met but who’d helped make his best friend into the man he is today, and apologize to the man himself. Okay, so sue him, they’re feeding three birds with the one scone.

Except…except it’s four. Because he finds that teaching Roy to ride a bike does more to distract him from the memories than learning did last time he was here. It pulls his focus and his energy. And it actually makes even more sense when he stops to think about it. Because that’s what Roy has done ever since he started training Jamie. Took everything that made Jamie who he was and directed it right where it needed to go.

Which is why, after he’d successfully avoided it all night, he found himself telling Roy the truth about Amsterdam. Roy told Jamie about his grandfather, so Jamie told Roy about his dad, and Jamie taught Roy to ride a bike…and Roy taught him that it was okay to admit that something bad had happened to him. That even if he doesn’t have the language for it yet…he doesn’t have to hide that it happened.

They were just two friends, riding bikes in the dark, telling each other secrets the way they should have both been able to do when they were actual children. Telling each other things that worried them even though they were unrelated to football. They found a magic castle windmill, and got punchy from staying up past their bedtimes, and though they would deny it only a month later; let down their guards enough to become best friends.