I am a 23 year old tv/book/movie lover who travels to conventions and works with actors. I also work in auction warehouses with cool thinks like the Loki helmet. I also waitress. My convention job is my favorite though.

 

fuckyeahlost:

LOSTTHEMUSICAL.com - “six seasons of TV’s most beloved sci-fi drama packed into one night of hilarious musical absurdity.”

I am currently sitting in the Lillian Theater in Hollywood Ca as the cast and crew get ready for a dress rehearsal before opening night on Monday. Cast attending opening night include (by character name) Bernard, Cindy, Nadia, Tom Friendly, and Charlotte. The cast and crew have worked so hard because they love the show and I hope you get a chance to share in this labor of love with us!

fuckyeahlost:

LOSTTHEMUSICAL.com - “six seasons of TV’s most beloved sci-fi drama packed into one night of hilarious musical absurdity.”

I am currently sitting in the Lillian Theater in Hollywood Ca as the cast and crew get ready for a dress rehearsal before opening night on Monday.

Cast attending opening night include (by character name) Bernard, Cindy, Nadia, Tom Friendly, and Charlotte.

The cast and crew have worked so hard because they love the show and I hope you get a chance to share in this labor of love with us!

Fiction should always make you think or ponder possibility. Fiction should always make you laugh, cry, end up on the edge of your seat or curled up in the fetal position. Fiction should always force your emotions in every possible direction. Great fiction should do it all while creating a setting, a cast of characters, and a story that completely engulfs its audience. Nothing, in any form of storytelling, has ever captured me in the way this little story about a plane crash on a mysterious island did several years ago. I think about it virtually every day in one form or another. From the beautiful score of Michael Giacchino as I walk through an airport or hike through the woods to the famous flashback, flash-forward, and flash-sideways narrative devices that I think of every time I watch Orange is the New Black or The Leftovers, Lost is everywhere in my life. It affected me. It addicted me. It’s when I truly, incontrovertibly, and eternally “fell” for the minx of television. She’s gorgeous.

It was a series of mysteries, a web of questions with no answer, but that’s why it clicked. Lost worked so well because the chase is always better than the catch. I grew up a pro wrestling fan and worked in the business from 1999-2009. I now host a wrestling radio program in Nashville and write about the industry on another major website. In that business, it’s widely understood that people will pay to watch the hero chase the villain. They’ll do it over and over again. It’s why the best way to work a crowd psychologically is to give them what they want, not what they think they want. Give them the chase, but only when it’s right and proper, not to mention rare, do you give them the catch. Film, television, printed fiction, whatever it is, it all generally works the same way. Introduction, conflict, the hero or the protagonist put in a difficult spot that reaches a boiling point and finally some kind of resolution. Whether you like that resolution usually defines whether you enjoyed the ride, but I’ve always seen it differently. The ride is the treasure. Therefore, if the journey is unforgettable and its every mile addictive, the destination becomes a bonus.

Lost is definitely concerned with its characters getting off the island because it knows its audience wants answers. Lost also knows the questions are what really matter, not the answers to those questions. Once some do leave the island, the story forces them to return for a much grander purpose. Again, the pull of the show is so broad and encompasses so much. Once things shift to true love as awakening and the meaning of life explained in a chapel, it has done its job. It has entertained and enthralled and it has left an indelible imprint on those who watched. We all crashed. I was on Oceanic 815 and I know for a fact I’m better for it.

goldfrapp-uccino:

AU: When Harry arrived at Neville’s Christmas party he did not expect to run into old Professor McGonagall.

I’M NOT CRYING

I HAVE HAYFEVER

IT’S ALLERGIES

I HAVE FEELS IN MY EYES

Whyyyy

(Source: alex1406)

What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?

-My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)

Dear god, that would be EVEN WORSE.

(via lcn71)

sansaslays:

I don’t think I could ever date a good actor like he could tell me he loves me and I’d be like nah you said it much more convincingly to kate winslet try again