that's how you let the beat build, bitch.

(ordered by date within each fandom.)
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OH, SHOW OF MY HEART AND SOUL, HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU. You guys, you guys, you guys. THAT WAS SO GOOD. I LOVE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IN THIS SPACESHIP. I will get to the details in a moment but, seriously now, can we all just take a moment to just be grateful that we live in the era of the Moffat-shaped Who? I want to take that moment. His version of this show is basically catered to me so much that it's mildly ridiculous. I didn't really talk all that much about Season 5 on here because... well, because I didn't? (I have no good reason other than laziness in regards to posting around that tiiiiime.) But in short, Eleven: One Doctor To Rule Them All. And, for me, it was the best season of New Who (I still love Season 3 something fierce but dayum, there were a few dodgy episodes there) hands down, without much contest. AUGH, ILU SHOW.

Anyway! Relevance! The Impossible Astronaut! Thoughts upon!:

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In other areas of interest to me right now (THERE ARE OTHER AREAS???) I'm heading towards the last quarter of Game Of Thrones, so I will more than likely return with a post dedicated to my Talking About It and my ~feelings~ over it all. HOUSE STARK, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN POSSIBLY DEPICT ACCURATELY. And I need to watch United tomorrow. (I know I'll love it already. How could I not? Manchester United + Tennant + Jack O'Connell. THERE IS NO BAD TO BE SEEN ANYWHERE. I am excited! I was supposed to watch it when it aired but I was asleep due to all-nighters whilst visiting the boyfriend for his house party in Chester. Blah.)

Entirely because April is poetry month and I will never be able to post enough Richard Siken in this journal. I keep his collection of poems, Crush, by my bed every night, just in case I get the urge to read one of his works; I get this urge a lot. I won't try and talk about him anymore than that. Mostly because I can't... but also because I don't think I need to. Just-- read the poem: dizzying desperation and bright-burning hopelovesadnesshopelessnesslovelovelovehuman.





A LITANY IN WHICH CERTAIN THINGS ARE CROSSED OUT.

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OKAY, SO, THIS HAPPENED. I'M NOT SURE HOW. Well, no, that's sort of a lie. What happened was this: I got terrified about the impending Going To University situation and, in that terror, I seemed to retreat into nostalgia by re-reading Harry Potter. This was probably one of the best things I have ever done. THESE BOOKS THESE BOOKS THESE BOOKS. And, in my re-read, I managed to fall for Remus/Sirius all over again, and remember why they're my #1 OTP 4EVAH~ Aaaand then they broke my heart into a million pieces all over again and somehow, every ache-y song I listened to became For Them.

HENCEFORTH, A MIX WAS BORN. It came to life around two songs in particular. One of which is Get Lonely by The Mountain Goats. Because, seriously "I will get lonely / And gasp for air / And send your name up from my lips / Like a signal flare" just creates this perfectly crystal-clear image of Remus walking down the street, post-Order Of The Phoenix. IDEK, OKAY, BUT IT MAKES MY HEART HURT A LOT. (In this image, it's winter and he has his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. You can see his breath on the air in front of his face.) The other song that this mix centers around, for me, is Thread Cut With A Carving Knife. Even the name of that song is classic Remus/Sirius. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A MORE PERFECT PHRASE TO DESCRIBE THEM? THE ANSWER IS, NO YOU HAVE NOT.

The lovely and wonderful Stephanie (sundayschild) made the artwork for me because I am the last person on the internet without any form of photoshop. I know, it's tragic and I am a dinosaur. Whatever, whatever,  I DO WHA I WAN.

The mix is in chronological order. Spanning from the era of Azkaban, to post-Order Of The Pheonix. (But, you can even read the last song as post-Deathly Hallows, if you so wish to.)








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the ❝that's my favorite!❞ meme

headspin_x → offthebalcony 
thank you so, so muchsundayschild , you are a wonder ♥








real post coming soon -- and it's probably going to be inception or harry potter related, because apparently, they are the only two things i can think about these days.

SO, I SAW INCEPTION AGAIN.

I THINK I AM READY TO TALK ABOUT IT. KIND OF.

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THERE IS MORE TO TALK ABOUT BUT I AM CLEARLY FORGETTING EVERYTHING. I feel overwhelmed, almost, by it? I'M HAVING A LOT OF FEELINGS, CLEARLY. Nolan and co, I salute you, sirs.

OH LOOK, AN ENTRY.

Sorry I've been so absent recently, guys. This is mostly a result of me trying (after a long talk with one of my teachers) to actually sort my life out and get it together, edumacation-wise. Trying is the operative word here. I'm getting better though! I am! I've actually started going to the vast majority of my lessons, and handing in most of my homework. It's not perfect, but it's definitely a wholeeee lot better than it was. I actually even handed both pieces of coursework (well, the first drafts anyway) to my Lit teacher yesterday, on deadline day \o/

A real entry (about televison and how between Doctor Who, Ashes To Ashes, Lost and The Pacific my mind is being slowly consumed) but mostly, I just want to talk about Eminem right now, is all.



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When you see this, post a poem in your journal.



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NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TRY TO CAPTURE THE MOMENT THAT YOU READ THOSE WORDS, LET THEM SOAK INTO YOUR SKIN.

I want to write essays about Richard Siken's talent and how I always end up thinking that his words are the linguistic representation of water caught on spiders webs and harsh light, all at once, and how it makes me feel like my skin is going to burst and how he leaves me awed every single time and just-- about everything that he does right, really. He is my #1 poet and really, I don't know if that's ever going to change. His anthology, Crush, is permanently next to my bed. PERFECTION PERFECTION PERFECTION. (Yes, I am completely aware that this is the third time I've gushed about him in my journal but, honestly? I really don't think that that's anywhere near close enough. Auuuuuugh, RICHARD SIKEN, STOP BEING SUCH A MASTER AT YOUR ART; IT MAKES EVERYONE ELSE SEEM IRRELEVANT IN COMPARISON.)

An easier way to describe it would be to look back on this scene from The West Wing:

Charlie: I've never felt this way before.
Josh: It never goes away.

NO IT MOST CERTAINLY DOES NOT.

I want to hold his poems in the palms of my hands (and it almost feels like I can).

While I'm at it:

Snow And Dirty Rain
Wishbone
A Primer For The Small Weird Loves
Scheherazade
Saying Your Names

There is no end to how much I love this team.