(NOT) Bruce Greenwood's Journal|
[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 18 most recent journal entries recorded in
(NOT) Bruce Greenwood's LiveJournal:
|Sunday, September 2nd, 2012|
|Sunday, March 11th, 2012|
|for anton_yelchin's birthday. public to the Est
Happy birthday, kiddo. For all that you hear me grouching about your proclivities, your food choices and your uncanny ability to smoke the last of the pot every damned time
, I hope you realize how much I love and appreciate you. I'm a damned lucky guy.delivered to Anton via Establishment courier, a midlength surfboard hand-painted with Mjolnir.
|Sunday, October 30th, 2011|
|Bruce and Enver: after Hallowscream
Bruce guides Enver to the elevator from the bar, and he keeps his arm tight around Enver, murmuring encouragement as they go. God, he's missed this, and when they get to the room, he's going to show Enver ( just how much. )
|Wednesday, October 19th, 2011|
In the act
Have you ever tripped on someone doing something they didn't want you to see?
Yes, Anton. I mean you. And Chris.
But seriously. Roommate, friend, neighbor, lover...what the FUCK do you do after that?
Current Mood: get a fucking aPARTment.
|Friday, August 12th, 2011|
public to the Est
I find myself in a kind of interesting place. I've never in my career played a character so...what would you say? mainstream? as to have a catchphrase. I mean, I was the freakin' President of the U.S. a couple of times (okay, one was fictional), and yet the catchphrases we remember are from characters who were really in your face. Dirty Harry's was "Make my day," John McClane's was "Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker," and the Terminator had "I'll be back."
In the last released (not to say the latest, because I'm under strict oath by the director, the film company and everybody's mother to avoid saying anything real about the film we're shooting) Star Trek, I have one: it's "Punch it." This is, I think, a direct reference to Han Solo's "Punch it, Chewy" in A New Hope. I'm happy with that. Han Solo should have some sort of homage. Hell, he should have several.
With as many thought-provoking questions as get posted around here, yeah, I feel like a bit of a dork (as Anton very firmly calls me) posting something that isn't sexy, kinky or even remotely likely to get people laid.
But, you know, sometimes the old guy's gotta rebel against the new kid. Especially since the new kid doesn't know where the stash is, so if he gives me shit, I can fight fire with deprivation.
The question is this: Have you ever had a catchprhase? Could be either real life or one of your characters' lives. Did it resonate with you? Why?
Punch it resonates with me because I've always lived that way. Faster, bigger, more. I've hampered, injured, impeded myself in the name of punching it on more than one occasion, but I don't stop. I can't. I love it. If you're interested, I'll share my story. Maybe over a beer. Or a joint. Or...a spanking bench.
Now I've shown you mine. Show me yours.
|Sunday, July 31st, 2011|
|Birthdays? open to the Est
Do you kids
realize our birthdays are all in the same month? What are the odds? Current Mood: There isn't enough pot.
|Sunday, June 26th, 2011|
|Bruce and Enver: The Talk current, comments screened
It's tempting to fall asleep out here, on the lounge chairs in the sun, breeze keeping them just cool enough. But Enver's been turning over his conversation with Zoe in his mind and he really needs to bring this up before he falls so hard he can't get up again. If he's being honest with himself, the more time he spends with Bruce the more of a danger that is.
"Hey. I want to ask you something," he says, reaching to Bruce's armrest to nudge Bruce's hand.
"Sure," Bruce murmurs. He turns to face Enver a little more fully; ( this sounds a little serious. )
|Sunday, June 5th, 2011|
|Bruce and Enver: being Bruce and Enver takes place in late March. comments loved and given a beer. link to toy is nsfw.
"Can I get you anything? Beer?" Enver offers once he and Bruce have engaged in their typical uncontrolled makeout session just inside his apartment door, and Bruce has settled in on the sofa. It's a gorgeous day, and he's got the windows open, light flooding into the living room.
"Beer sounds good," Bruce says, though he's having trouble sitting still just watching Enver move around the room. He's not one to hop up and go chasing, but in the end that's what he does, following Enver into the kitchen and then finally ( grabbing him around the waist to kiss him against the sink. )
|Wednesday, March 16th, 2011|
in response to this thread
, brownies, paddles and bondage to be distributed at will to those deserving.
I'll be here sipping my brew, rubbing aloe into Enver's ass and waiting for everybody to hang themselves on their own ropes/reach through the computer screens/squeal in whatever anticipation of beatings and/or sex is going to happen next.
|Tuesday, March 8th, 2011|
|Bruce, Enver and a public restroom [players not pups, backdated to the afternoon of 12/19 after this exchange]
Enver’s got a hard-on already when he arrives at the Establishment, unable to stop thinking about Bruce’s message. He wholeheartedly approves of how his joke has turned into a hot, spontaneous meeting for sex with a man who’s definitely piqued his interest after their first couple of meetings.
When he gets to the specified bathroom, he’s the first one there, though there is another guy using a urinal. He pretends to be checking his hair, which is, okay, a pretty ridiculous thing to do with how short it is, but possibly less ridiculous than actually waiting for Bruce in a stall.
Bruce has actually been watching Enver. Well--not once he got into the bathroom, but he got here a good bit before he'd planned to, and he has enjoyed tracking Enver's progress through the Establishment without being noticed. It gives a nice, dark tinge to what's already going to be ( a fun little tryst )[comments welcomed and screened]
|Saturday, January 1st, 2011|
|Bruce and Enver: Chess? Takes place the weekend of 11/20; comments screened and loved
Enver's much less nervy about his second meeting with Bruce than his first. Granted, that first meeting did go a long way towards distracting
him in preparation for this one--even as he's scooting the little chess table to the center of the room and setting up the pieces, he's thinking about Bruce's hand on the back of his neck and how "boy" sounded from Bruce's lips. When the doorbell rings, he's a little flushed, but he manages to calm himself down and look casual enough as he opens the door, inviting Bruce into the apartment with a grin and a brief kiss hello.
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" ( he teases, kicking the door shut. )
|Thursday, December 30th, 2010|
I'm watching myself in Dinner for Schmucks. I kind of hate it. But it buys the surfboards and the beachside residence.
That makes me a sellout, doesn't it?
Current Mood: goddammit.
|Saturday, December 18th, 2010|
As the apparent voice of reason...
locked to the Est
...though people who know me well might be horrified at the idea, I am making the official Greenwood Menagerie comment on DADT.
You can't even know my relief and exaltation. It's not over, not by a long shot, and I know this victory doesn't mean shit to me as a bisexual/privileged and playful civilian next to our soldiers who have signed their lives away to DIE for this sometimes-shithole of a country, a country that actively told them to lie about themselves. I know we'll cry hurt tears about this, I know we'll have further issues and struggle, but this is so huge.
Not like anyone here didn't know that.
Sleep well, beautiful people. You're being protected tonight by the same soldiers who have protected you for centuries. But now, they're a little more protected, too.
|Saturday, November 6th, 2010|
|Bruce and Enver meet: It's always a little more than just dinner, isn't it? current, screened, love you all.
Enver's cleaning is always meticulous, though tonight it might border on neurotic. His apartment is just so tiny
sometimes, and even with the cello on its stand out of the way, his video game systems tucked away in the entertainment cabinet, and the little table with his chess board in a corner, there's just enough room for the small round table set for two and the bookcase and his comfy, overstuffed sofa. He's dressed up just a little, in a plum colored button-up shirt and grey slacks, though his feet are bare. When the doorbell rings, the food is just where he wants it to be, at least, ( and he thanks God for small mercies. )
|Monday, August 30th, 2010|
|Bruce and Mark Harmon: Together. takes place late August. Comments screened.
Bruce has, as he jokes, kicked the kids out of the house for the weekend. That's easy enough; Anton just booked a room at the Establishment and told Chris knives and Sharpies would be involved. Bruce fully expects that by Monday, they'll be exhausted, bruised, cut up, inked all over and grinning like idiots. Before he has to play Dad again, Bruce knows he wants some down time of his own.
|Friday, July 9th, 2010|
public to the Est
Am I missing Rebecca De Mornay's membership every time I go through the damned book, is she keeping herself private, or is she just not here?
Miss you, Bec.
|Monday, April 5th, 2010|
|Bruce and Zoe: the beginning of a week Comments screened and adored. Takes place in early April.
His clothes are casual: a crisp, dark shirt and jeans. His mood is excellent. How can it not be when he has a night with Zoe planned? The food's almost done, too, a quick stir-fry of vegetables, a couple of medium-rare steaks, sourdough garlic bread, chocolate raspberry trifle for dessert. It's cool enough for a little fire. The boys are out, probably all night. ( Basically, they've got an evening of perfection ahead of them. )
|Saturday, March 27th, 2010|
|Bruce Greenwood updated pup bio
(adapted from Luna's very detailed bio
)( Name: Bruce Greenwood )
Play Situation: Bruce is deeply involved with Mark Harmon, Zoe Saldana and Anton Yelchin, but always open for play. Mun is a slowish tagger.
Last Updated: 3/27/10