The Hair stands alone
Oct. 20th, 2004 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsJ and I watched Van Hellsing last night. I actually really loved it, and was entertained greatly, HOWEVER... I kept getting distracted by Hugh Jackman's Hair. It had, like, a complete life of its own. I felt like they should have had a charlie's angelesque slowmoe shot of him tossing his head and throwing coquettish glances at the camera. Seriously. J and I kept laughing about it through the whole movie, and agreed that we could never have seen it in the theater because. we'd so be hissed at for heckling the screen. Good movie, though. Tops.
Random Stranded Hannah moment anyone?
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Hannah spotted the ship as she crested the dune and her breath caught in her throat. She’d been on her way back to Slytherclaw because, well… because it was rather lonely at the now-empty Gryffinpuff encampment.
And now… Now they were rescued. Or fairly close to it.
She let out a whoop of joy and stumbled down onto the beach, waving her arms and laughing into the whipping, salty wind. God, she couldn’t wait to get home; she couldn’t wait to hug her evil little brother and tell her mum that under no circumstances would she go to Majorca for Christmas, and that she never, ever wanted to go out into the sun again. She’d become a British Boo Radley and live in the root cellar. Well, if they had a root cellar. Which she was pretty sure they didn’t.
But it didn’t matter, because they were rescued and she was going to give the moldy old boulders of Hogwarts a huge, wet kiss when they got back to school. She was going to smile into the spitting, ice-cold, grim-gray Scottish sky and welcome winter with open arms. She was going to stay far, far away from the ocean and any sea-going vessels.
And everything was going to go back to normal.
She’d go back to being a Hufflepuff. Separate. Loyal. Only brave because the people she loved wanted her to be brave and not simply brave because she damn well had to be. When she didn’t have a choice about the matter. That sort of bravery was for mule-headed Gryffindors.
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Weeee! It's hump day!
Random Stranded Hannah moment anyone?
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Hannah spotted the ship as she crested the dune and her breath caught in her throat. She’d been on her way back to Slytherclaw because, well… because it was rather lonely at the now-empty Gryffinpuff encampment.
And now… Now they were rescued. Or fairly close to it.
She let out a whoop of joy and stumbled down onto the beach, waving her arms and laughing into the whipping, salty wind. God, she couldn’t wait to get home; she couldn’t wait to hug her evil little brother and tell her mum that under no circumstances would she go to Majorca for Christmas, and that she never, ever wanted to go out into the sun again. She’d become a British Boo Radley and live in the root cellar. Well, if they had a root cellar. Which she was pretty sure they didn’t.
But it didn’t matter, because they were rescued and she was going to give the moldy old boulders of Hogwarts a huge, wet kiss when they got back to school. She was going to smile into the spitting, ice-cold, grim-gray Scottish sky and welcome winter with open arms. She was going to stay far, far away from the ocean and any sea-going vessels.
And everything was going to go back to normal.
She’d go back to being a Hufflepuff. Separate. Loyal. Only brave because the people she loved wanted her to be brave and not simply brave because she damn well had to be. When she didn’t have a choice about the matter. That sort of bravery was for mule-headed Gryffindors.
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Weeee! It's hump day!
