Depending on the episode/season, this can get you pretty trashed. Enjoy!


  • Every flashback/forward/sideways

1 drink

  • Sawyer gives someone a nickname
  • Someone lies
  • Hurley says “dude”
  • A gun is fired
  • A language other than English or Korean is spoken (1 drink per scene)
  • Desmond says “brutha” or “aye”
  • Someone mentions “the others” or “the hostiles”
  • Michael says “my son” or “my boy” or “WAAALLT”

2 drinks

  • Kate runs/evades the law
  • Minor character death
  • Sexytimes (overt or implied)
  • The numbers are seen (any sequence)
  • Locke says something philosophical or profound
  • Someone sees or talks to a dead person
  • Sayid threatens someone
  • Time travel

3 drinks

  • Something/someone explodes
  • Jack cries, screams, or flips out
  • The smoke monster is heard or seen
  • Major character death

(p.s. if anyone has any additional suggestions, submit them and I’ll make amendments)

Top Ten Reasons You Should Watch LOST:
  1. Each character has a backstory and you get every tiny bit of information about their lives to the point where you know all of them like old friends.
  3. There is a pretty even amount of: action, romance, drama, comedy, snark, and tears
  4. There’s a character named Hurley (or Hugo) who is basically the personification of hilarious added comments on tumblr
  5. One of the main antagonists of the show literally always seems to be carrying a bunny around in his bag.
  7. Despite many of the metaphors within the show, it becomes very clear that nothing is simply black and white
  9. The greatest inside jokes known to man kind
  10. Finally the fandom, though not very big, is wonderful. There’s no ship shaming or hate. We’re all just so glad to have more people who love Lost as much as we do.
LOST was perfect. Here’s why.“

I live on a very peculiar island, and though I’ve been here for a long while now, I know almost nothing about it. I don’t know the reason I am here, nor do I know if there’s even a reason to be known. One day I opened my eyes, and here I was—knowing nothing and knowing no one, ignorant of all that had come before.

And I learned that this island was a place of strange science: I found out that I was spinning through space at thousands of miles per hour; my island hurls itself around a giant ball of light about a quarter of a million miles every day. And I learned that this island was a place of strange faith: ab aeterno, since time immemorial, men and women had put their trust in a man they couldn’t see or hear, believing he had brought them here for a purpose. The faithful built temples and statues in his honor, they killed for him and they died for him. The scientists didn’t believe he existed at all, declaring instead that they were only here as a result of a chain of meaningless circumstances—of accidents. Everyone who has ever been here has had the same questions: what is this place, and why am I here? People have tried to answer it in different ways; some have conducted experiments and dug into the earth in search of the truth, while some have put their faith in the belief that a higher power has rendered them special and purposeful. No one has ever come close to knowing, and many, many times we have gone to war to control this place. Knives, then guns, then bombs, in holy war.

And a man named John Locke told us that we were born tabula rasa, our mind a blank slate. He told us that nature demanded egalitarianism. A man named Carlyle said that “everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of the two everlasting empires, necessity and free will.” A man named De Groot debated fate and free will; when he died, his last words were this: “by understanding many things, I have accomplished nothing.” A man named Hume debated the same things, and determined that “a false sensation or seeming experience” could explain what we believe to be choices—only later do we realize that our choices were necessary all along. His rival, Rousseau, believed that man was a noble savage; before he went insane, he wrote of self-preservation that “patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Some believed that a Good Shepherd laid down his life to save us, and that a Christian would rise again after death.

LOST was beautiful because it was about an island exactly like mine. Everyone dies, and one day I’ll die, like you, not knowing what this has all meant. We can ask the question (and Charlie put it best: “guys, where are we?”) all we want, but our existence is special because the earth is incomprehensible and magical, and no amount of faith and no amount of science will ever truly enlighten us. If you thought LOST was weird, well, it’s certainly no weirder than life. You think a sentient cloud of electric smoke is over the top? I think the fact that a screen in my apartment is currently showing me a live baseball game being played in Florida is, in a vacuum, no less incredible. Science fiction is relative: if you had never heard of the internet, or giraffes, or rainbows, you’d think those were science fiction too. Of course LOST was strange in its details, but those characters’ fears and moments of wonder were in many ways just like our own.

I love the way LOST ended. It resolved all questions the way they are resolved in our own lives. Dead is dead. Whatever happened, happened. Some things are irreversible, and you can’t fix the past. My favorite moment of the entire series came at the end, in the space between life and death, when Ben and Hugo told each other what a great job the other did as #1 and #2. Like Jacob and Richard, they must have protected the island for wonderful centuries together—and we never got to see it. And we never got to see it because we’re Jack. And the question we always wondered—the question we always will wonder—remained. What is this place, and why were we here? And they answered that too, in the most beautiful way imaginable: you don’t get to find out.

You don’t get to find out. There is fear, and death is a monster, and life is a monster, and there will always be others out there in the woods. But there is love, and we have friends, and as long as we are here we can believe whatever we like and make our choices and find the things that we can. But hail mystery! Some things can’t be found, because the most important things are lost. What is life? The reason we’re here? The thing we fight over, the thing we protect? What is death, and what happens after The End? You don’t get to find out.

So you can let go now, Jack.

—  Originally posted on 5/24/10; vanished from the internet; reposted by iheartdisraptor