plebefic headers: But a certain BIRD change all that

1. Summary: Do you want to find out what a nymphomaniac Frank can do with his boyfriend? Let's see if you can handle this Frerard fantasy capable of putting you breathless...



2. Summary: Mr. Brain and Mr. Popular thinks they have nothing in common. But a certain BIRD change all that!



3. Warning: cussing, stabbing, blood, murder



4. Warnings: Star Wars fusion.



5. Author’s Note: Sorry that I always write in Franks POV, but that’s what I’m most comfortable with. It’s in present tense and WATCH OUT FOR FLASHBACKS! Please comment and make my Valentine’s Day special, cause God knows that it sucks so far. Btw, I love Lynz, I have nothing against her.

The Wolfman

I think I forgot to mention here, though I did on Twitter, that I really really enjoyed The Wolfman.

I actually expected it to be kind of sucky. I'm a big lolfan of the gothic in general, but I'm not especially moved by horror. In fact, it was one of those movies that I saw because when a movie has Hugo Weaving, Benicio Del Toro, Emily Blunt, and Anthony Hopkins, even if it sucks you'll always have something awesome to look at. WELL, it totally did not suck! It's a remake of an old-school film of the same name, and all the cheesiness is totally on purpose. I laughed almost as much as during I Love You Phillip Morris. In fact, at one point I laughed so hard (and so desperately not to be really loud about it!) that I briefly stopped breathing.

Also, this movie contains the funniest fight scene I have ever seen. (My dad asked if it was funnier than the Wesley-Inigo duel in The Princess Bride, but it's the wrong sort of question - TPB is a parodish high fantasy comedy and the fight scene there is a polished swordfight filled with witty banter. Obviously an Old Hollywood style werewolf movie is not working with the same box of tools. Also a deliberate send-up, but of a completely different sort of thing. That said, though, the slapstick ratio is higher.)

♪ Kent - Vals för satan (din vän pessimisten)

This is the song on repeat in my head this week (although sharing space with one or two others).

It always takes a while to get through a new Kent album because each song, in turn, has to become my favorite for several weeks at a time while I play it a lot, study the lyrics, and lol about Jocke's hilarioustupid metaphors, wondering things like "But why does he want to share it with himself?" and "How is a person like a dollhouse?" and "But if the problem is that he slipped out of the grip of someone's hand and drowned, then wouldn't you say that they had held on not hard enough, rather than too hard?" and "What does their breakup and the depressing view from the window have to do with Satan? I mean, a breakup is depressing, but they haven't even actually broken up and still, attributing jet trails to Satan seems a bit melodramatic, and also random, because what does he have against jets?" (I'm just kidding, Jocke! Yours are my FAVORITE pretentious lyrics! ♥)

Kent is Sweden's biggest rock band.