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[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Furry Vengeance 2010

[luisamariatraumer]

Brendan Fraser thread (Eating/drinking in movies) Part 4

Part 1 (read please)

Here we go!

Furry Vengeance (2010):

Eating Bacon

Eating somekind of nut still in its shell (LOL XD)

Eating a cookie

2. HairBrained (2013)

Eating a hamburger

Drinking beer

Having Thanksgiving meal

3. Trust (2018): Drinking milk

[otisbeerdraws]

Possum jumpscares owl! (MAKING OF)

Making of my latest animation (links below):

https://youtu.be/BKW5dtwHykA

OST: Sam and Max S1 - Cruisin'

[ark-barkness]

Today I'm bringing another recommendation for you Furry VN enthusiasts. Written by Chellay Tiger, we're talking about By Your Hands

Before we start tho, I have to let you know this is a heavy one, Trigger Warnings include but are not limited to... uuuh let me check my notes

Domestic Abuse

Homophobia

Use of drugs

Alcoholism

Drag Phobia (?)

Racism

A lot of hot not-datable secondary characters that are frankly just a bunch of a-holes the more you get to know them

Murder

Sex (?) (I guess this is a trigger warning now)

And Sexual Harassment

Great, now let's talk about why I think you should give it a try 😀

In "By your Hands" you play as Rex, he's going to college after "being homeschooled" his whole life, this VN is quietly disguised as a Slice of Life during the first day, but you'll soon realize things get dark pretty quick.

What I absolutely love about this VN is how raw and flawed the characters are written, I started reading out of curiosity and since then it shocked me on more than one occasion.

You can read the first act of the routes of Brendan (the bison) and Kamil (the karkadan) so far, please give it a try, the writing might not be perfect but it's totally worth it.

Also this is a VN that requires multiple playthroughs, iirc the ending of the first act in Kamil's route has like 4 different outcomes depending on your decisions.

[workingforitallthetime]

something in the group chat just reminded me of rutger mcgroarty's canonical stars and stripes swim trunks, and i remembered they are referenced (rule 63 style) in the next section of my adam/rutger WIP, so here's an installment in honor of our nation's birthday. (first installment here)

“Can I ask…” Brendan perches on the arm of the battered chair where Rutger’s sitting and thinking about prying off her cowboy boots. She’s been on her feet all day: dancing, running between different house parties, sinking winning ping pong balls into keg cups. 12 hours of cowboy boots is a long time. Real cowboys must be tough.

“Sure, yeah.” Rutger stretches her legs out and props the heels of her boots on the floor, trying to take her weight off the soles. She’s not sure about going barefoot on the floors of the senior house, and she’s also not sure about going upstairs to find her slides. Who knows what’s going on in the bedrooms in the middle of this party.

Brendan’s eyes cut over to Adam, who’s weaving through the crowd with a keg cup held over his head, on his way through the kitchen for a refill. “What’s up with you guys?”

Rutger manages not to roll her eyes, because she’s a team player and she wants to get along with all her teammates, even the annoying ones. “We’re friends.”

“Okay.” Brendan makes it sound like yeah right.

Rutger lets herself have an eyeroll this time. “Sorry we kick ass at Corners.” Maybe their celly was a little extreme, but nothing feels better than winning. Adam’s the same way. If – when, Rutger corrects herself – they score together this season, it’s going to be phenomenal.

“He literally has thirst traps of you on his instagram.” Brendan slides off the arm of the chair and into the too-narrow space next to Rutger, wiggling in like she’s ready for girl talk time. As if Rutger’s in need of a girl to have this conversation with, the same conversation she’s had with all her girlfriends ever.

“No he doesn’t,” she says automatically. She scoots over and swishes her ponytail away from Brendan. “Did you ride the mechanical bull earlier?” That was one of the sickest parties today.

“You’re in a bikini,” Brendan accuses. Brendan sucks at girl talk.

“Oh, in California?” That’s not a thirst trap. She and Adam were both awake before everyone else, ready to get the day going, and so they ran down the beach and jumped into the Pacific.

Rutger still remembers surfacing with a whoop, blowing chilly salt water out of her mouth, the exhilarating feeling that the entire clean morning world belonged to them. Someone took a picture of them as they walked back up the sand, hotel towels over their shoulders and broad grins on their faces. Rutger didn’t put it on her own insta because her hair was already starting to dry into salty clumps. It was so not a thirst trap.

Brendan rolls her eyes. “No, the other one.”

Rutger shrugs. “Okay, you got me.” Brendan leans into Rutger so she can pull her phone out of the part of her yoga pants that’s supposedly a pocket but is not a place anybody should ever actually keep their phone.

Some drunk guy Rutger doesn’t know yet almost trips over her cowboy boots. Rutger throws up an arm in a futile attempt to catch him as he stumbles. “Oh no, are you okay?”

Drunk Guy finds his feet and hits a gymnastics pose like he stuck the landing. “Trip me anytime, babe.”

Rutger giggles and angles herself to look at Brendan’s phone so she can ignore Drunk Guy. Saved by girl talk, ha ha. Brendan’s thumbing through Adam’s saved stories. Rutger should have figured Brendan’s the type to go through everyone’s instagram. Well, obviously Rutger did that too, but Brendan doesn’t understand that you’re not supposed to let everybody know.

Brendan’s insta was boring. She didn’t even have any cool photos of Alaska. If Rutger played in Alaska, she’d be posing in front of glaciers in a big Canada Goose parka with a furry hood. She’d be staging epic snowball fights. Going dogsledding or something.

“Got it!” Brendan holds up her phone to Rutger like she’s a cop questioning a suspect. It’s a picture Adam took a couple of summers ago of Rutger floating on a raft in his pool in Toronto, wearing the American flag bikini she packed because it was the Fourth of July and it’s fun to be a little extra about it in Canada.

“Oh,” Rutger sighs. “I miss those sunglasses.” She lost them the next day at the Jays game.

“So, yeah.” Brendan gives her a look.

Rutger rolls her eyes. “We’re friends,” she repeats.

“Boys and girls can’t be friends,” Brendan decrees.

“What, there’s like a law?” Rutger’s heard this before. Maybe other girls can’t be friends with boys, but she’s never had that problem. She’s always played hockey with boys. Boys are funny. They think of the best pranks. They’re always doing fun stuff. Like when there was a crazy downpour in Plymouth last spring, none of her girlfriends on the team wanted to go to the park by Rutger’s billet and slide in the mud, but the boys did. It was so much fun, and Rutger couldn’t even take any pictures of all of them covered in mud head to toe because her hands were too filthy to touch her phone. She’d never pass up on something like that to hang out with girls.

“It just always ends with somebody falling in love.” Brendan says it like she’s the world’s foremost 20-year-old authority on friendship, when she probably just got burned by some loser she slept with in the NAHL. “If you’re the one who thinks you’re friends, it means the other person’s in love with you.”

“That’s…” Rutger almost says so dumb. Like, it’s universally dumb, because it’s so narrow-minded to rule out half the entire world as friends, but also really specifically dumb about Rutger and Adam. “...really not it,” she edits. “I have a boyfriend. He has a girlfriend.”

Rutger’s never met Maddie, but they follow each other. She was posting photos from sorority rush at DePaul this morning. Or maybe Loyola? Somewhere in Chicago. Rutger always gets them confused, which Adam says makes her a bad Catholic. Rutger says Adam’s a worse Catholic for convincing Rutger to decommit from Notre Dame and join him at Michigan.

“Okay.” Brendan gives it the yeah right tone again. Which is so unfair to Cutter. Cutter exists, and if she calls him right now she can get out of this dumb conversation with Brendan. 

She’s opening FaceTime when Adam hollers at her from the beer pong room. “We’re up!” Seamus beckons at her from the opposite side of the table. Next to Seamus, Gavin bounces a ping pong ball and catches it, testing the surface.

“I’m in!” Rutger pops up from the chair, tucking her phone in the back pocket of her skirt and waving a good-bye to Brendan behind her as she weaves across the room through the party crowd. Her feet feel better after a rest. “Gotta defend home court!”

“Technically it’s our house too.” Seamus lines up across from Rutger. The knots in her bandana top are starting to slacken. No imminent disaster, but they’ve done a hard day’s work holding up Shea’s rack. “At least this week.”

“Gavo!” Rutger stretches out a hand, signaling for him to bounce the ball to her for her first shot. He looks up from the place where the curly end of Seamus’s braid trails into the bandana gap that’s opening over her cleavage and snaps the ball her way.

Rutger takes aim. “This one’s for Moyle’s floor tonight.” That’s where Seamus slept last night while Rutger took the couch. Jacob offered a spot in her room next door, but Adam and Luca and Gavin are all staying at this house, and Rutger can’t stand to be away from all the fun. She bounces on her toes as she lines up her shot. “Maybe some year it’ll be all of our place, for real.” That will be the best thing, living with her best friends in a hockey house. College is already so much fun, and it’s only going to get even better.

[incorrect-poketagonist-quotes]

Dawn: Doctor = $140,000 a year, Furry artist on patreon = $160,000 a year. Calem: I think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh. Dawn: Sorry for the inaccuracies Doctor Yiff. Calem: No matter how I respond I don’t look well, well played. I walked into that. Brendan: Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that. Dawn: Did you legitimately just tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in an university to give you a lung transplant? Hilda: Doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them. Dawn: You will die in 7 days. Gloria: It took doctors 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking it for attention while a furry artist I knew said “Sounds like Crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right. Gloria: Besides I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I? Hilda: You could if you weren’t a fucking coward. Florian: This was like 50 consecutive punches to the face, what the fuck went on here.

[naturallyadventured]

_haere.ki.waho_

🍑 (x32) Wow, what an epic event! Thanks to @positivelybare for a tau kē out-of-body (or should that be out-of-clothing) diverse body positive experience. ⁣That’s me at the end, far right!

🍑 ⁣

It was great to be amongst a whole lotta skin confident brave peeps willing to bare all at sunset despite the persistent buffeting cold wind through the shoot.⁣

🍑 ⁣

The energy, exactly like when I participated in the Spencer Tunick Bondi Beach shoot, was electric. When you’re finally given the go ahead to strip everyone knows it’s the point of no return. It’s all in! We’re all suddenly encountering each other on a level playing field and willing to share our raw vulnerability. ⁣

🍑 ⁣

The laughter, cheering and joking spirit peeps brought along with the out loud shouts of encouraging words like “tropical! hot! warm! sunny! balmy!” really helped distract from our numb toes and fingers!⁣

🍑 ⁣

The moments between photos where we all scrambled back to our spots to dive back into our puffer jackets, sleeping bag or furry blankets for temporary warmth were gold. Then we did it all over again and again. No one looks glamorous barefooting it across uneven rocky outcrops but we didn’t care!⁣

🍑 ⁣

Big ups to all those that participated. Whāia te iti kahurangi ki te tūohu koe me he maunga teitei. Seek the treasure you value most dearly: if you bow your head, let it be to a lofty mountain. This whakataukī is about aiming high for what is truly valuable, but its real message is to be persistent and to not let obstacles stop you from reaching your goal. Events like this and the good work that groups like @getnakedaustralia do help battle those negative voices inside and out that can make loving ourselves challenging. Well, that’s certainly the case for me! Ngā mihi Brendan, Lauren and Michael. ⁣

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[idv-wayward]

Mi didn't visit the manor much. Honestly, she didn't have much reason to outside of visiting friends and all the people she got along with. But she didn't mind staying at the warehouse either. She liked being with good people like Brendan and Himari! And having a pet bird is cool too, she always wanted to know what that's like! Especially since they can talk. Maybe not to the extent of full conversations, but it was enough to entertain her mind for a while.

It's just- Something's missing. She knew why but didn't understand it.

It doesn't take sight to know what it's like to be homesick. It didn't take having to see the smiles of your loved ones to hear their laughter. It didn't take looking the other way to let them know that you needed comfort but don't want to say it. It didn't take a pleading glance to feel the warmth of a hug. And it didn't matter that she can't identify faces, because she knows them in a different way. The calloused fingers of her father, the bony hands of her brother, the furry texture of her dog. The glossy feel of her sister's fingernails and the metallic clink she heard from her mother when nearby. What she couldn't see didn't detract from the fact that she just wanted to go home. And just hear or feel any of that familiarity again.

Even with the clothes from a cold seamstress and the furniture made by a kind woodworker, this foreign world- wherever it was. It's not what she knew.

Everyone she met here after her game were amazing, and luckily she hasn't run into that Hunter ever again. And she knew that a lot of them would understand her predicament. But by the time she goes home, are the rest still going to be stuck here? She didn't want that though! If only-

"... Mi? It's Himari, I'm back."

The door didn't open and she could tell because she didn't hear it creak. She immediately grew cautious, despite the familiar voice. Pneuma was resting on her lap, but he just squawked at the door instead of saying hi. Is something wrong? This is one of the many reasons why she wants to go home. Why can't those kind of people leave her and good people alone? She didn't open the door herself yet, but even though it sounded like a bad idea, she still responded verbally.

"... Hi? Why didn't you walk in?"

"Well... You know that dog I saw around the warehouse?"

"Yeah?"

"It followed me and it has a collar... One of the tags is in braille."

Wait.

"... Do you want me to open the door?"

"Yes, but please be careful. He's friendly but he's... Big. I just don't want you to topple over when I open the door."

"Okay!"

She perked up slightly and let Pneuma off her lap before getting up to open the door. That's when a large white dog with immediately shoved its head into her arms and sniffed her excitedly. Himari was very much there, but she was already worried at the dog practically pouncing on her. But Mi was quick to give it a pet or two.

It had uniquely placed black spots. It covered its ears and tail, and had a spot on its left eye. But the Wayward obviously couldn't discern that. What she could discern was the sheer size and fluffiness of the dog. She pet around its neck and there was indeed a collar attached to it. Finding the tag beneath all its fur, she felt the one in braille and read it. A smile crept on her face along with tears in her eyes. Mi just laughed as the furry companion wagged its tail and licked her face.

"Bao! Bao you're here!"

[howardhawkshollywoodannex]

Ian McKellen as James Whale and Brendan Fraser as Clayton Boone in Gods and Monsters (1998). Brendan was born in Indianapolis and has 74 acting credits from a 1991 tv movie to the upcoming Killers of the Flower Moon.

Brendan''s other notable credits include a bit in Dogfight, Encino Man, School Ties, Airheads, Mrs Winterbourne, George of the Jungle, The Mummy, Dudley Do Right (as Dudley), Monkeybone, The Mummy Returns, The Quiet American, Looney Tunes: Back in Action (as the voices of the Tasmanian Devil and the She-Devil), The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, Furry Vengeance, and The Whale (his recent Oscar winner)

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i stumbled across this writer self-love activity thing and it just caught my interest enough to consider which of the prompts i would associate with my fics that i’ve already written. it’s like a reverse prompt situation! and that sounds fun to me because it means you don’t actually have to write anything! so i’m doing it!

hug - lit my love and watched it burn (Succession, Roman/Gerri) - A goodbye. Set after 3.09.

crown - with grace in your heart (Merlin, Gwen/Morgana) - Morgana (nearly) dies.

repulsed - Settlingly Ever After (Or: Blame Brendan Fraser For Inconvenient Soulmatehood) (30 Rock, Liz/Wesley Snipes) - In which a Saturday night showing of Furry Vengeance brings Liz and Wesley together, and they kinda just keep being brought together. Over, and over, and over ...

blood - Are You There, God? It’s Me, Edward (Twilight, the dumbest thing I have ever written) - In which it is a certain time of the month for Bella, and even Edward Cullen has trouble being a gentleman sometimes.

flower - to see you in the morning light (Broadchurch, Alec/Ellie) - In which Hardy and Miller wake up in bed together, and the customary bickering ensues.

clothing - i love all the many charms about you (Gilmore Girls, Luke/Lorelai) - Rune is back in town, and judging Lorelai hard for her apparent singledom. Enter Luke Danes: fake boyfriend. (Set during season 3.)

god - how to grow a woman from the ground (Dollhouse, Topher/Claire) - It's one thing to whip 'em up and send 'em out on their merry way. It's another thing to have them right here, like, all the time.

dance - building our kingdom (Ideal Home) - Bill's surprising new interest in home cooking persists. Paul and Erasmus finally find out why.

music - Breaking & Entering: (The Start of) A Love Story (Modern Family, Mitchell/Cam) - "Oh my God," Mitchell says, "this is insane." It is, for the record. It is actually ... insane.

magic - Teenage ... Dream? (Once Upon A Time, Emma/Regina) - Marian’s return means splitsville for Regina and Robin, and Emma is determined to cheer Regina up—even if it means working a little magic. But when she accidentally awakens Regina’s inner teenager, life gets weird. Well. Weirder than usual.

kiss - i’d like for you and i to go romancing (Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale) - In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.

ending - darkness bright (Killing Eve, Eve/Villanelle) - Waking up. Set after 4.08.

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

SIZE DOES MATTER

Now playing:

The Whale--Charlie is an English professor, passionately teaching online courses in essay writing, but his center square on the Zoom grid is always blacked out. He claims the camera on his computer doesn't work, but his students, inevitably, are intrigued. Ever self-deprecating, Charlie assures them that they're not missing much.

This isn't really true. Charlie, played by Brendan Fraser, is morbidly obese, weighing in at 600 pounds. He lives alone in, and works from, a shabby apartment, visited by his sole friend Liz (Hong Chau), a nurse who tries to warn him about the imminent danger of death he's in. At the same time, she serves as his pained enabler, supplying him with fried chicken and candy bars. The two share a link to the tragedy which led to Charlie's self-destructive eating habits.

In the course of the story, Charlie bribes his furious estranged teenage daughter (Sadie Sink) to spend time with him; he's also pestered by a young missionary kid (Ty Simpkins). Eventually we get to meet Charlie's ex (Samantha Morton) as well. Almost everything takes place in or just outside the apartment; director Darren Aronofsky wisely hasn't bothered to "open out" Samuel D. Hunter's play (Hunter wrote the adaptation). This concentrated setting only adds to the claustrophobia of Charlie's situation.

It's hard to miss the story's parallel to that of Aronofsky's 2008 The Wrestler--a guy at the end of his physical rope tries for an eleventh-hour reconciliation with his daughter. And as Mickey Rourke, in a comeback role, was the story with The Wrestler, the story here is Brendan Fraser, likewise in a comeback role.

I've always found Fraser enviable--hunky looks plus an unpretentious likability. Thus even the many terrible movies he's starred in come across like they were fun to do, and that in itself made stuff like George of the Jungle and Journey to the Center of the Earth less dreary, at least a little (maybe not Furry Vengeance).

But in The Whale, Aronofsky has put Fraser's soulful sweetness to use beyond merely ingratiating himself with the audience. Working inside harrowingly convincing prosthetic makeup by Adrien Morot, Fraser is an angelic presence as Charlie, radiant with compassion and love, yet also with reflective intelligence, and depths of unexpressed sorrow and anger and desperation.

There may not really be a lot to the film beyond Fraser's performance, and the crisp, controlled mix of anger and adoration in Hong Chau's Liz. Some scenes here verge on the overwrought, I suppose, and there are revelations that would probably play better on the stage. But nothing seems campy or patronizing. The Whale is a vehicle, perhaps, but it's a vehicle for an unforgettable, maybe even classic star turn.

[puckpocketed]

Brendan Furry of the Lehigh Phantoms being interviewed about the path to pro play here

[goalhofer]

2024 Lehigh Valley Phantoms playoff stat leaders

Games played: Emil Andrae, Ronnie Attard, Louie Belpedio, Bobby Brink, Adam Brooks, Brendan Furry, Rhett Gardner, Jacob Gaucher, Adam Ginning, Tanner Laczynski, Olle Lycksell, Cooper Marody, Hunter McDonald, Cal Petersen & Garrett Wilson (6) Goals: Emil Andrae & Rhett Gardner (2) Assists: Cooper Marody (5) Points: Cooper Marody (5) +/-: Emil Andrae (+3) PIM: Louie Belpedio (30) Wins: Cal Petersen (3) Fewest losses: Cal Petersen (3) Fewest goals allowed: Cal Petersen (16) Saves: Cal Petersen (126) Shutouts: Cal Petersen (1)

[galaxie-nachoes]

RPG Diary 12-23-23

Thursday I played some more of the excellent and quirky Grasping Nettles. (https://adamebell.itch.io/grasping-nettles) The game is coming along nicely; we're playing it as world-building for Armour Astir Advent. I've had some difficulties with playing games as setting establishment- it's hard not to lean heavily toward my own desired outcomes- but I've struck a nice balance.

We did a scene with the Order of Branch and Ink, a group of shitty land-owning furry wizards who have recently branched(pun) into demon summoning and contracting. I played Viscount Omen, a big tiger-man who fancies himself the leader. It was a lot of fun to play a big evil guy, and I was channeling a bit of Bill Reis from Gene Wolfe's An Evil Guest.

In the story (of Grasping Nettles, not An Evil Guest) the Order had been shaken by the arrival of the extraplanar invaders, the Concordance. Those in the Order who were planning some kind of counterstrike had been sold out by the Lady Crest (who is a secretary bird fyi). So this new meeting of wizards grumbling about Crest's betrayal are threading the needle- they're ambitious and discontent, but they're not stupid/angry/brave enough to have been caught up in the first plan to strike back against the Concordance. As it was, Omen brought the rest of his fellows around to his plan- take up positions in the Concordance's power structure, bide their time, gather power, and wait for them to make a mistake.

Saturday! Heart! A shortened game due to holiday circumstance. The gang left the Red Market, picked up the delinquent junior incarnadines Dwight and Gamble, and made their way to an outcropping of the Carotid Forest. I got to make up a little woodcutter's crew of the undead, and their foreman Arnest. Very fun to do this raspy skeleton voice. He smoked a pipe!

The whole episode with the Carotid Forest came out of the Delve Draws system from Ichor-Drowned (Sillion L & Brendan McLeod) in such a smooth and seamless way, the cards just spoke to each other in an obvious way. After re-listening to the Sangfielle finale eps, I am going to attempt to keep the delve draws a little more loose and spontaneous, allow for more random encounters. Maybe something that would fit well with the Heartsea concept.

-Joe

[talentforlying]

28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

he's forty, and he's cross-faded, and zatanna is off her face on the kitchen counter, levitating mange the talking rabbit three feet off the floor. he thinks he pissed on the phantom stranger's shoes in the alley a few minutes ago, and it's a whole lot funnier than it probably should be. header and rick the vic disappeared off to the toilet longer ago than he wants to think about, and the six-foot-six giant who put the whole shindig together is slugging back tennent's super like he's a fish and it's water.

it's his birthday, and for the first time in a long fucking time, he thinks he's gonna be okay.

almost unreal now, with this much liquor warming his belly and a high that reduces his eyes to burning cinders, to think that the day started out badly — kit unexpectedly visiting family, chas on a shift he can't shake. that sinking, lonely feeling that he's getting old, because he's lived twice as long as he ever thought he would and ten years more than his mum ever did, and he doesn't know what to bloody do with himself when he's not doing magic. feeling guilty about it in a way he never has before kit; before a normal, domestic life abruptly became a real option for him.

it's a zero-sum game any way he chooses to go about it: he's forty, and he's still fucking around with forces beyond his comprehension, still trying to play a young man's game. he's forty, and he hasn't worked a regular layman's job in his entire sodding life, but if they're going to pay the rent, he'll have to strike up and stick with it, SOON. he's forty, and he sees his sister every other weekend, sees his best friend twice that, and goes to bed every night with the love of his life beside him, and none of it feels even halfway as real as the shite he sees in his nightmares.

so, one more bad birthday. why not. what's there to celebrate, anyway?

except. except THEY all seem to think it's worth celebrating, don't they? his friends. the fact that he's still got enough of them left to throw him a surprise party is enough to stone crows the world over, but that they still think of him well enough to put in the effort in the first place is . . . sort of fucking mind-boggling. they like him enough to remember his birthday in the first place, enough to pop in from hell and scotland and america and . . . wherever it is the immortal lord of the dance fucks around these days. enough to stick around and keep him company until the wee hours of the morning, if they're good for their word. ( and he knows they are. ) enough to invite the sodding swamp thing, and the fact that the big hedge even showed was more of a kick in the teeth than the fucking phantom stranger.

obviously the free booze doesn't hurt as incentive. or nigel's supercharged wacky backy, either. but any one of them could've gotten that elsewhere, if they'd felt the urge, and they chose to get it with him. he's forty, and he's got more friends than he would've ever thought possible.

jesus fuck, the nerve of them, making him sniffle at his own bloody birthday party.

he loves them all, each silly blighter.

the lord of the dance crushes another crate as easy as snapping a toothpick and laughs at some inane shite nigel is spouting on about. ellie's gone and rescued mange from the inevitable crash to the floor, holding him gingerly by the ears, but the furry git doesn't seem to mind; still effing and feffing about pulling magicians out of hats, as per usual. zatanna is utterly lost in the world of the monumentally stoned, reading the ingredients on a packet of instant oatmeal backwards like it's the most important magical text in the world. header and rick are STILL conspicuously missing, and god, he wishes he could hear what brendan finn would have to say about that one: something filthy about rick being at his best when he's on his knees, just ask god.

' mere hours into a fourth decade and you've already lost the ability to hold your liquor. jesus wept, john. '

ellie's apparently left mange to his own devices to come and join him on the sofa, sinking into the cushions at his elbow and propping her arm up on his shoulder to lazily skim her fingers along the collar of his shirt. she doesn't look halfway blotto for all she's been drinking, eyes still sharp and clear as she studies the room and its motley inhabitants with dry disinterest; she smells like cinnamon, sulfur, and asphodel, and if he didn't know better, he'd say she almost seems relaxed. ' what are you smiling so big about, anyway? you know you'll have a hell of a hangover to look forward to when all this is done. '

is he smiling? he hadn't realized. but sure enough, he lifts a hand to his face and feels the grin there, broad as a barn; feels the way it hurts his cheeks like it's been there for a long bloody while now, and it doesn't feel like it's going to go away soon, either.

fuck him. HE'S FORTY.

it's the best thing he's been in ages.

@fightwing / MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

[lukeevansgirl22]

Furry Vengeance is hilarious!

Hey guys! I’m here to do a review on the movie “Furry Vengeance!” I love this movie because it’s hilarious! The movie is about a real-estate developer trying to build a new housing subdivision but is disrupted by local woodland creatures that don’t want their homes disturbed. With the cast of Brendan Fraser, Brooke Shields, Ricky Garcia, Eugene Cordero, Patrice O’Neal, Jim Norton, Matt Prokop,…