#thanks brendan for these

[coachbeards]

(about his thierry + gary hallucinations)

this interview will forever be my roman empire

[hunterrrs]

the nhl finding new and heartwarming ways to call sid old

[snapbackslide]

happy october 🎃🏒 | 24.10.01

[laruestars]

just finished watching the banshees of inisherin and i am ABSOLUTELY devastated. thinking of how colm said “thanks for watching my dog” and padraic replying “anytime” and just…the sheer despair of it all. friendship breakups are always like: you used to be one of my favourite people and yes i loathe you for suddenly ending things but the love we once shared and the history between us is insurmountable and if you ever wish to come back i’ll still be here and i always will be. the door’s always open, you know your way around right? it’s the same as how you left it…

[dutchwinter]

what the fuck is their problem... [1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12]

[frostbeees]

©️ David Becker, Jeff Bottari

[dindjarindiaries]

Now that this article is live... I can share that Brendan has no doubt about Pedro being in the movie!

I've known this, but it is, of course, nice to hear about it from someone like Brendan. His exact words on it are in this article!

[astars-things]

omg i also miss team 100 so bad

could you write “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” with briss? 🫶🏻

brendan brisson x reader

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Briss and I were lounging on the couch in my apartment, binge-watching our favorite show. It had been a year since we started dating, but we had kept our relationship under wraps. Briss’s career in the public eye demanded discretion, and I preferred the peace of anonymity.

He had his arm wrapped around me, and I was nestled comfortably against his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. His phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table, a reminder of the world outside our little bubble.

“Hey, let’s take a picture,” he said suddenly, holding up his phone.

“Right now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. We were both in our cozy, slightly disheveled state — not exactly Instagram-ready.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he insisted, pulling me closer.

I sighed, giving in to his puppy dog eyes. He snapped a few selfies, capturing our relaxed happiness. He showed me the best one, a candid shot where we both looked genuinely content.

“Nice,” I admitted, smiling at the image.

Briss grinned, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “I’m going to keep this one,” he said, setting his phone aside and returning to our show.

An hour later, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen to see a text from my best friend, Liz: “OMG. Check Briss’s Insta story NOW!!!”

My heart skipped a beat as I grabbed my phone. Briss noticed the change in my demeanor and looked over. “What’s up?”

I didn’t respond, instead opening Instagram. My heart pounded as I navigated to his profile. There it was: the photo he had taken earlier, now prominently displayed on his story.

“Briss!” I exclaimed, my voice a mix of shock and exasperation. “You posted the picture!”

He looked at me, confusion evident in his eyes. “What? No, I didn’t.”

I turned the screen towards him, and his face drained of color. “Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to... I thought I was saving it, not posting it.”

“You’re an idiot,” I said, half-laughing despite my frustration.

“But you love me,” he replied, giving me a sheepish grin.

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “Yeah, I do. But now the whole world knows we’re dating.”

Briss took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around me. “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” he said softly. “We’ve been hiding for so long. It’s exhausting.”

I leaned into his embrace, my initial panic subsiding. He was right. The secrecy had been a burden, and maybe, just maybe, this accidental reveal could be a blessing in disguise.

“Okay,” I said finally, looking up at him. “Let’s do this.”

He kissed me gently, his lips warm against mine. “We’ll face it together.”

As the notifications and messages flooded in, we decided to address the situation head-on. Briss posted a follow-up story, confirming our relationship and expressing his happiness.

The response was overwhelmingly positive, with fans and friends alike offering their support and congratulations. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as the world embraced our love.

That evening, as we sat on the balcony, watching the sun set, I felt a sense of calm. Briss held my hand, our fingers intertwined.

“Here’s to many more years,” he said, raising an imaginary glass.

“To many more,” I echoed, feeling grateful for our accidental yet perfect reveal.

[welivefast-dieyoung]

THANK YOU TO WHO???

[gennianydots]

Me, a bisexual, watches The Mummy (1999) for the first time

Errant thoughts/me texting my friends about it:

Warning! Spoilers (duh) for the whole movie under cut

Woahhhh helloooo pharoahs mistress

Annnnnnd hello terrible cgi

Oh this burying imotep alive shit is definitely not going to bite us all in the ass again later

Guys i think i figured it out

Imotep is the mummy

We can all go home now

Alright we just met Brendan Fraser who got promoted because the guy with face tattoos chickened out

Run you 90s heartthrob pretending to be in the 1920s, run!

"Lets not kill the main character, just for the lols" - some guy who isnt the main character

Clumsy fmc is clumsy

Meshiver great word lol

An unwarranted kiss!

And now she is going to break him out of jail/save him from death lol

This is very goofy but Brendan Fraser looking exactly like george king of the jungle with his hair all disheveled back there made me giggle and brought back some of my childhood

Oooooo fmc prettyyyyy

Well these other idiots who are gambling on the boat and also looking for hamanaptra are gonna die

Probably from imotep eating their faces

Very suddenly the whole boat is on fire lol

Oooooo the bisexual is bisexualing

I mean me

I’m bisexualing

Evy is real pretty

A smoky eye? In this economy?

We got the camels. The quest is questing

Face tattoo guy! We missed you. (Not really)

Ok we have entered the spooky Egyptian burial site or whatever

This fucking stand off with the american team with the guns up and down is peak comedy

Guy who goes off on his own to find treasure destined to die a horrible death

"Dont put me down for mummification " lolol

Quality writing here

We're camping after finding imoteps carcophagus. And Tattoo guy is back! With his whole crew!

Comic relief brother is being funny

🧐Tattoo guy comes to kill them and then....just doesnt kill them????

He issues a stern warning instead like Brendan and Evy (idk her real name) will obey?

"What is a place like me doing in a girl like this " lololol top quality writing

Clumsy evy is clumsy and adorable when drunk

Evy: “I’ve never seen a mummy look like this hes still.. hes still...”

The boys: “Juicy.”

Haha! 🤣

YES YES AMERICANS AVOIDING ALL SIGNS THAT TERRIBLE DOOM IS UPON THEM IF THEY OPEN SOMETHING

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUMB AMERICANS

The fucking foreshadowing is killing me

Its so heavy handed

Guy who wears glasses has thelma moment

"MY GLASSES!" I’m COMPLETELY BLIND NOW!"

The mummy has awoken

And completely enamoured with evy

The mummy thinks evy is his beloved but then. Brendan STORMS IN and the mummy screams at him and he screams back and fires his gun lololol the mummy fucking ragdollssssss lololol

Oooo the cgi is so bad

And we got caught by.... YOU GUESSED IT FOLKS TATTOO GUY AGAIN

BENI GETTING USED BY THE MUMMY BECAUSE THATS ALL THIS CHARACTER WAS WRITTEN AS

the mummy hand popping out of the sand "LIKE DAISIES!"

Ahhhh! Tattoo guy has a backstory!

OF COURSE (evy is) gonna be a sacrifice

“Well well well. Let me guess...spring cleaning?” GOD BRENDANS QUIPS ARE SO BAD

BREAKING NEWS MUMMY IS TERRIFIED OF CATS 🐱

also ew mummy kissed evy

Nice job in the boils and sores, make-up team

I was right about the mummy stealing the dumb Americans faces 😈

Evy is taken by the mummy

Idk the mummy is kind hunky, it might not be so bad to live with him forever

“Hey winston!! Pedal faster!”

The QUIPPPPSSS

AND winstons dead

Thank you british government for getting us to the climax of the movie

Oooo the mummy has awoken stone ppl

And brendan found the treasure

Hahah i hate it when characters chuck the gun at the bad guys when the ammos out your last ditch effort fails every. time.

Also this like the 8th handgun we have chucked at an enemy- where are we getting all these handguns???

BRENDAN JUST LIT A DYNAMITE USING TATTOO GUYS BEARD WTFFF

And weasel character is a weasel womp womp

Brendan casually killing the cgi mummy priests and then the quip "mummies 🙄" is just so....something

Anddddd (the mummy) is dead!

What a dramatic death lol

And beni dies

👋🏼BYE TATTOO GUY!

SUNSET KISSES 😘 😍

And fin. Welllllp I’m super gay. Bye!

[lindenattic]

hey so what the fuck is all this (x)

[franthonyofficial]

him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[sin-sidejob]

[disasterbijamietartt]

Question: Hi, Brendan! My question is about the Roy and Jamie scene. I know change isn’t linear, but that felt like such a major regression. Especially Jamie mentioning the video — he had such a heartfelt apology and hug with Keeley about it a few episodes prior, then here he was using it as ammo against Roy. It kinda felt like it undermined that moment with Keeley to me.

Could you maybe explain the process behind writing that scene?

Answer: For one: men are dumb. Also Roy and Jamie’s relationship was going to well, and had never really had a clear-the-Keeley conversation. Once it started, yeah, they regressed to where they were before. Another thing is: we were playing with the “love triangle” trope there, the time-honored television chestnut of “who will she choose!?!”. Answer: she doesn’t have to choose anyone. She is Keeley fucking Jones.

x

[frostbeees]

( x )

[astars-things]

“you are not going to die,” with Brendan brisson please?

Brendan Brisson x Reader

Warning- there is mention of blood in this fic 

When Brendan and I first moved in together, the division of labor in the kitchen was a no-brainer. I always did the cooking, not because I felt it was the woman’s job, but simply because Brendan was terrible at it. His culinary disasters were legendary: burnt toast, over-salted pasta, and a particularly memorable incident involving an exploding potato. So, naturally, when I prepared to cook dinner, I did it solo.

One evening, I was busy in the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and setting up my workstation. The kitchen was my domain, and I loved the process of creating something delicious from scratch. Brendan wandered in, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

"Please, please can I help with dinner?" he pouted, his eyes pleading with an exaggerated puppy-dog look.

I sighed, knowing how this would likely end. "Fine, I guess, but please be careful. I really don’t feel like going to the hospital today."

He grinned like a kid who'd just been given permission to raid the candy store and bounded over to the counter. I handed him a knife and a few vegetables to chop, hoping to keep him occupied with something simple. Brendan’s enthusiasm was endearing, even if his knife skills were questionable.

As I focused on sautéing onions and garlic, the comforting scent filling the kitchen, I kept a wary eye on Brendan. He was muttering to himself, clearly trying to remember how I’d shown him to hold the knife properly.

Suddenly, there was a yelp. I spun around to see Brendan clutching his finger, blood oozing from a small cut. His face was a mix of shock and pain.

"I'm going to die," he declared, his voice a dramatic wail.

I couldn’t help but laugh, despite the situation. "You are not going to die," I said, grabbing a clean towel and wrapping it around his finger. "It's just a little cut."

Brendan looked at me with wide, worried eyes. "Are you sure? It looks pretty bad."

I shook my head, suppressing a smile. "Yes, I’m sure. Just keep pressure on it. I’ll get a bandage."

As I rummaged through the first aid kit, I couldn’t help but think back to when we first moved in together. Brendan’s attempts to help in the kitchen had always ended in some kind of minor disaster. Yet, his eagerness to be involved, to share in something I loved, was one of the many reasons I adored him.

Bandage in hand, I returned to Brendan and gently took his hand, wrapping the cut securely. He watched me intently, his expression softening.

"There," I said, finishing up. "Good as new."

"Thanks," he murmured, still looking a bit sheepish