Posts tagged YES
Posts tagged YES
That if you do this thing and enter to win a fabulous vacation, I WILL MAKE YOU ANY ART OBJECT YOU WOULD LIKE. I’ll write you a story or a letter or a song or anything! Just put a little note saying who you are on the tumbles (no one will see your form but me, I promise), and I will make you things!
This had colour at one point, but then I hated it and continued my never-ending love affair with red + white + black. Alright, then.
WHAT
hey look relevant
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This had colour at one point, but then I hated it and continued my never-ending love affair with red + white + black. Alright, then.
WHAT
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Shit, this is a good scene
this is a very good scene
yes
well done
well done you
(yeah, I know, I’m behind. Cut a gal some slack)
hollydiggity replied to your post: Holy CATS, Followers
you should have like a million
BUT THEN WHAT WILL I FEED THEM HOLLY
I CAN’T AFFORD THAT MANY THEY WILL STARVE

“There once was a Hushpuppy, and she lived with her daddy in the Bathtub.”
Guys, Beasts of the Southern Wild was SO GOOOOOOOD. I can count on one hand the number of movies that have made me cry, and this one almost got me.
“The first three hours after any abduction, that’s what we call the Kill Zone”
“What?”
Sometimes, children, when you love an actor very, very much, and decide to watch all of the things that they have been in, it really pays off.
We were, in other words, screwed. But we were on top of the situation. We knew we were screwed, and we had chosen the manner of our screwedness. We understood it and to that extent we controlled it. It was like the Nuclear Threat—while it was going on, we didn’t have to think about nay other kinds of screwed we might be.

First promo pic for CBS’ Elementary
:-D
I’m so excited!!
I am pleased by the amount of plaid. Yesssssss.
The plaid detectives. That’s how you really Americanize something. Stick it in plaid.
Well, it worked for Supernatural.

LEGOLAS YOU ARE THE FATHER
YEAR OF THE ARCHER
omg so cute
(Source: mintyburps, via charliebravowhiskey)
And here’s how it went. No spoilers.
RDJ: Hello, I’m awesome. This is not news.
Evans: Well, my lead-in movie was sort of the best one, so you knew there’d be awesome.
Hemsworth: I am mysteriously back even though they said it was impossible and also, am awesome.
ScarJo: You guys have been waiting for more of my awesome since Iron Man II. Here is it!
Renner: Bringing the dramatic cred, veiny arms and awesome, as you knew I would.
Hiddles: The Internet loves me, and you knew I’d be crazily awesome.
And then…
Ruffalo: CASUALLY STROLLING IN AND STEALING YOUR MOVIE HA HA HA HA HA IT’S THE RUFF OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE EAT IT YOU BITCHES I WASN’T EVEN IN ANY OF THE LEAD-IN MOVIES HA HA HA HA HA
So that whole ‘The Indian Sherlock’ thing got me brooding over the shitfit some parts of fandom tend to throw at the prospect of a Holmes and/or Watson that aren’t British - and how by ‘British’, they in fact mean ‘a very narrow idea of ~Britishness~ that includes the following attributes: white, English, and coded as upper to upper-middle class’.
And how, if you don’t think that’s true, you should try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.
And then I realised that I want this adaptation LIKE BURNING, that I have already headcast Holmes and Watson as John Boyega and Leeon Jones, and that from now on whenever I watch Sherlock I will be imagining this instead and crying softly deep within my soul.
John Boyega as Holmes might actually kill me.
He’d still spout deductions at a mile a minute when he needs to, but in that amazing voice, and when threatened he’s be utterly, terrifyingly silent. And if you’re being stupid he just looks at you.
And he’s a legend on the block, feared by criminals and adored by families who want to be left well enough alone (except when Holmes drops in unannounced asking if they’ve seen so-and-so this week and grabs a biscuit and disappears), and they (in the form of Mrs. Hudson, one of the neighbors) sort of adopt the pair and patch them up when they can and give them places to hide when a more by-the-books DI catches up to them.
That would be awesome.
(Source: still-sophistory, via oftortoises)
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I don’t really know what this is or where it’s going so. Just take it.
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“CAN I GO BLOW THEIR FUCKING HEADS OFF NOW.”
“Watson, please calm down.”
I have a feeling this is going to be what elementary is gonna be like :T
But that’s okay. Cause Lucy Liu is such a badass.
And aren’t they so pretty?
Tell me Lucy isn’t going to be perfect. Tell it to my face. I dare you.
I’m actually really interested on their take on this show.
*gets murdered by fandom*
I would love this to be Miller’s Holmes-face. Like, Holmes back home (hehee) was all aloof and quippy and uber-Brit, and Holmes in NY manages to hold onto that for about a week before becoming utterly and perpetually perplexed.
“That old woman— Why was she shouting at me?”
“She liked your scarf. Geez, Holmes, paranoid much?”
“She was shouting, though. Actually shouting. You heard her.”
“She’s from the Bronx. What do you expect?”
” … I have no idea what to expect.”
Watson smacks him on the back so he jolts against the man in front of him (“Hey! Watchit, pal!”)
“Welcome to New York, Sherly.”
“I told you, don’t—”
Watson laughs, the subway stops, and she yanks him out into the stifling heat of Grand Central in July.
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