Nonsensical Whatnotterist



Goddamnit I want a porn to start out this way. I want them to be ridiculously fucking adorably cute and excited as hell to be married and full of giggling squee as they proceed to bone the shit out of each other.

well i was reblogging because i liked the gif/comment but then also hell yes.

Can we have ficcage, too?  What a fun ‘trope’ this one would make!  Tumblr ficcers, don’t fail me now! 


i want a pirate story where there’s so many goddamn mermaids and sirens hanging around that the captain’s first mate always has to be a woman to take over when they show up or the whole ship gets eaten

and everyone has to be really respectful of the first mate because if you piss her off she’ll for serious let a mermaid eat your nasty butt-pinching hands right off

I want this, or some reasonable facsimile of it like burning!  GIMME!  Please?


I should probably go to sleep…


I should probably-


I should-


Fuck it.


One Last Ovation For Mr. Robin Williams



You made us laugh, you made us cry, you taught us that laughter can be the best medicine, you made us think, and reflect about the possibilities of what dreams may come.

Thank you


Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.


I think my favorite thing about Pac Rim is that it gave us the term Drift Compatible


because in English there is no good way to explain a very deep, often, platonic, love and understanding between two people of the same or opposite sex. The closest thing we have is best friend and that doesn’t dig deep enough for some people or explain the absolute love






petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy

When she saw him time slowed to a stop.  He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him.  The one.  The first boy she would ever kill.


Oh my fucking god

I am intrigued by your premise and wish to hear more.

Ditto!  *flings Muse Treats at ptgreat to inspire more*


sherlock au where john and sherlock are in their mid-twenties. john is working at a convenience store in london, trying to start paying off his student loans.  sherlock is looking to buy a package of cigarets. when checking out, john asks if he would like to by a lotto ticket. sherlock responds with a long rant about the chances of winning and gambling addictions. john asks what his deal is and sherlock explains the consulting detective bit. john tells him that if he goes half on a ticket with him on a ticket and they win, he’ll move into the biggest flat in town with him and be his crime fighting sidekick. the whole thing is very funny to the two strangers, until they actually win.




When you go to a haunted house, it may seem like you’re being funny by trying to scare the actors or jump out at them when you go through a second time, but guess what? ITS NOT FUNNY.

You pay us to scare you. It is your choice to go, so don’t fucking go through if you’re going to ignore the rules and get too close to the actors as a ‘joke’.

These bruises happened because over the course of 4 hours, several people ignored the instructions that CLEARLY stated that they were to wait in the front room until told otherwise. Rather than listen, they ran into the next room and slammed into me- effectively throwing me into the wall. This didn’t only happen once. It happened ten times at LEAST.

Then we had this asshole who thought that once I ‘died’ for the haunt, he could pretend to kick me to see if I’d moved. I, being used to people abusing me- jumped back and slammed my head into the concrete wall.


I feel that this is relevant considering it is October and more Haunted Houses are opening up. I know it seems funny to scare the ‘monsters’ but all you do is hurt real people. So stop.

It’s not even October but I’m still spreading this


It’s nearing that time of the year again, true.  So, signal boosting and adding this:

I have worked for a regular Haunt locally for decades, and we’ve seen this kind of arsemonkey coming through, thinking they’re so clever and tough.  Not only do they get yanked out at the first sign of this boollsheet, but they do NOT get their money back and their whole party goes out with them if they’re in a group.  No refunds. Sometimes that’s a method to prevent this, tell the whole party they’re out if their friend(s) do ONE more thing like that; often that incites the friends of the uncivilized jerk to keep them from acting out any further.

Luckily our Haunt makes enough each year to pay all the performers, but some haunts actually can only run if they have all or mostly volunteers - people doing the scares or building/maintaining them for free!  So not only are shenanigans like this just plain stupidly wrong, they hurt people who are there TO ENTERTAIN YOU!  Sometimes for free!  (That is not to imply that it’s even slightly more acceptable to abuse paid actors.)

Apes who do this kind of thing: No, you’re not funny, you’re not clever, no one but your fellow simians find you amusing or impressive. You’re the reason people doing a marvellous job at a haunt might choose to quit for good, the reason insurance is so hard to get sometimes for events like these, and the reason your fellow customers who WANT to have a good time and DO obey the rules have their fun RUINED by your little escapades.  Think, I know it’s an effort, but try it for a few seconds.

Also - If you know someone like this, call them on this behavior!  Friends shouldn’t let friends be utter dicks without reprisal; by not intervening, you’re showing tacit approval. 

Okay, enough bitching, cranky Random out.


When does this come to the cinema again?

US gets it in mid-November and the UK gets it in early December - according to

WANT TO SEEEEEE!  *grabby hands*


whenever i’m sad i like to imagine what possible crime Steve Irwin’s ancestor committed to warrant him being sent to Australia like some Victorian gentleman escorting a lady to the zoo past the crocodile enclosure and going “do you see that great wyrm sunning itself there? quite a striking creature, is it not? I do believe I shall engage it in fisticuffs.” 

If it’s not a love story, then what is it?


As I fell asleep last night, pondering Sherlock, as one does…I kept going over a comment someone left on a gif set I reblogged yesterday about not forcing a love story into it, and just enjoying the show for what it is.

It annoyed me at the time - leave Johnlock stuff to the Johnlockers, and all that - but then I started thinking about it. I thought, but what is it? If it’s not a love story, then what is it?

Taking a cue from our beloved Sherlock himself, I started a process of elimination. Whatever remains must be the truth, right?

So. What is it not

It’s not a detective show. The cases are second fiddle at best, even in the first two series. The cases are the backdrop, they provide the context, but they aren’t the focus. It’s not about who done it. It’s not a detective show, it’s a show about a detective. Okay, so that’s ruled out. 

It’s not an ensemble show, particularly of judging by the hundreds of tumblr users complaining daily - and accurately - about how poorly drawn and underexplored the secondary characters are. This is not a show where every character gets equal screen time or equal treatment. Characters are missing back stories, histories, they’re shadows moving about in the background, the boys up front, glowing so bright and so real and so fierce. 

Because that’s how it’s supposed to be. It’s about the two of them.

Okay, so it’s not about cases and it’s not about the ensemble. It’s about John and Sherlock. So, going back to the original question, what is it about John and Sherlock? What story is being told here? 

There are so many adaptations of Sherlock Holmes and they all tell basically the same story - friendship, loyalty, love, partnership. That’s the essence of who John and Sherlock have always been. Those things are all most certainly present in the BBC show, and I would never argue that they aren’t.

Okay. But. Here we have two writers who like to leave their unique mark on classic stories (Doctor Who, for example), they want to “fix” the stories they read as boys, they like to take things to new places, push, explore, make new what is old. They wouldn’t be telling a story that’s already been told. 

They pulled John and Sherlock apart at a far younger age than in canon. Separated them, divided them. Put obstacles in the way of their reunification. John’s crushing, debilitating grief - something notably absent from canon - and Mary’s pregnancy, betrayal, Sherlock nearly dying on John for a second time, John’s trust issues. All this stood in the way of the boys easily coming back together the way they did in canon.

Canon was much more about the cases, certainly. There was more of the mystery, more about the detecting. This show is about John and Sherlock, full stop. These two are so very different from the canon Holmes and Watson, so much more complex and broken, so much more human. John’s so angry. Sherlock’s so heartbroken. There’s a lot of focus on that, on how messed up these two are. 

So why? Why are they telling the story this way? What is it?

It’s two men struggling to understand how they can function in the world. Two difficult, complicated men. Men who have few friends, who are solitary, and burdened with grief, insecurity, trauma. Men who deal with problems in profoundly unhealthy ways, who repress and deny their real feelings, who believe they don’t deserve happiness. 

They’re broken, unhappy, alone, and then what happens? They find each other. In a scene that is right out of a romance film. Eyes across a room and all that. 

In the pilot script, in a scene that was cut, it’s implied Sherlock was suicidal before he met John. John’s suicidal ideation was heavily implied in ASiP. They literally saved one another’s lives just by meeting, and countless times since. They make each other laugh - honestly, do we ever see them really laugh with any other character? - they make each other mental, they make each other feel alive. They shine when they’re together, practically lit up from the inside out. They get jealous, fiercely jealous, of the other spending time with anyone else. They take care of each other, they depend on each other, they fall to pieces when the other one isn’t there. They’re intensely connected to each other, truly unable to function without the other one. (PTSD returning, drugs, drinking heavily…etc.) They’re only content when they’re together. They are emotionally two halves of the same whole, light and dark, moon and sun.  I’m literally just describing. 

This is the story being told. This is what the show is. 

Back to the original comment, about forcing the show to be something it’s not, I actually find it much harder to make sense of this narrative if it isn’t a love story. If you remove from Sherlock the idea that it’s building to these two finally getting their shit straight and allowing themselves to be happy together…then what is it? 

It isn’t a detective show, it isn’t an ensemble show, it isn’t a retell of canon. It’s different, it’s darker, it’s more human. It’s about stumbling through life and screwing up and making bad decisions and doing things that hurt you because you think it’s the right thing to do at the time. It’s about blundering around and not seeing what’s right in front of you because you’re so used to being alone that you haven’t learned to recognise love when it’s staring you in the face. It’s about grief and loss and pain. It’s about how hard life can be. 

It’s about finding the person that makes life easier to bear. The person that takes your pain away when they’re laughing beside you, that makes you smile at the most incongruous moments, that you can’t help but forgive even when you don’t want to, the person that makes you a better person, the person that accepts you for who you are and appreciates you, even at your worst. It’s about finding that one person with whom you lock eyes and suddenly the rest of the world falls away. The one person you absolutely cannot live without. 

If that’s not a love story, then I don’t know what is. 

Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)




if anyone ever asks me what tumblr is i’m gonna show them this video and just walk away



*hand over mouth, wheezing*  THIS IS TUMBLR, IT IS, IT SO SO SO IS!