Helenoverthinks28 - ✨Helen✨

When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest?

Voices - Against The Current

Michael and Alan play a practical joke on Daniel during one of their takes. (x)

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It's funny - the scene with Marisol and Eddie playing happy family over ice cream was less believable to me than Eddie meeting Shannon's twin and sleeping with her. He's just decided that they don't know each other well enough to live together - but he's letting her get close to Christopher? What? But it paralleled the flashback scene where Eddie and Shannon were in bed (sex having always been their escape from reality), romanticizing what putting their family back together was going to be like ("Santa says mommy can come home!" Is the Easter Bunny going to comfort Chris when she leaves again?).

In both cases, Eddie is pulling these women closer in order to pull this picture perfect family back together. And this becomes especially apparent when the flashback to Shannon cuts and Eddie and Marisol are left sitting alone in this small, dark space, the vibe wildly different without Christopher there. They still have nothing to say to each other- this fact of their relationship hasn't changed since 7x05. Marisol is Kim - Eddie is playing out his dead relationship with Shannon with both women and he's going to be in for a rude awakening when reality hits - twice!

Old dreams die hard, specifically dreams that you come up with when you're young and naive and the world is full of possibility, dreams that you carry to war and that keep you going in brutal circumstances. More than Shannon herself, Eddie can't give up on what they were supposed to have.

Which makes it SO painfully ironic that Eddie's dream family is actually RIGHT THERE in front of him if he just reaches for it. The warm family scene in Buck's loft was such a deliberate contrast to both the flashback scene with Shannon and the second scene with Marisol. Shannon is dead and Eddie is just wasting time with his current gf - that's the cold, hard truth he's going to have to face soon. But it's also true that Eddie and Chris know Buck well enough to have pizza on the way when Buck's experimenting in the kitchen. And maybe that's how Eddie's dreams might still come true.

You should call him. Really? Heck yeah!

The Greek Clique is currently freaking out. I'm amongst them😱😱😱

REBLOG IF ONE OR MORE OF THE FOLLOWING HAS HELPED YOU THROUGH BAD TIMES IN YOUR LIFE

- Supernatural - Sherlock - Doctor Who - Torchwood - The Mighty Boosh - Dan and Phil - The IT Crowd - My Chemical Romance - Fall Out Boy - Panic! At The Disco - Twenty Øne Piløts - All Time Low - 5 Seconds of Summer - Against the Current - As It Is - Pierce the Veil - Mallory Knox - Sleeping With Sirens - Misha Collins [as a person tbh because he’s amazing as fuck] - Ghostbusters (2016 and/or Original) [YOU DO YOU OKAY I LOVE BOTH] - Disney Movies - Tim Burton movies (The Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Frankenweenie, etc.) - Harry Potter - Fictional characters/actors/actresses from something I haven’t mentioned here on this list

{I need to find more fandom blogs so hit me up, I promise I don’t bite - that’s not one of my kinks.}

poetic beauty

the poetic beauty  i believe in  is a  writer’s naked voice describing the world in the only possible way, originality,  emptying  the one  brain like popcorn on the stove,  bubbling up,  rising  into the clouds through a skylight,  into the stars like the  eyes of a child,  into the unending night  and back again to a toaster,  to a  lightswitch,  to a  fan you  keep on for more than air, 

it’s the  greatest thing  we ever made,   and someday we’ll unmake  it,  with a look,  we’ll say:  jesus,  do you  remember  when language made us mad, crazy, gone like a bat in the daytime?

yes yes yes we remember, 

they were  disastrous,   letters, words, lines were a plague disguised,  they were poison in  the cake,  tsk tsk tsk no, 

it’ll be a great act,  we’ll shame ourselves,  the old us,  

but when  nobody’s watching, in bed when the outlights are on and  the inlights are off, 

we’ll  pull a book of poetry  from under the  pillow, 

we’ll finger the soft pages and  our eyes will glow  like burning diamonds,   the words the words the words will dance like peacocks,  irresisitble in the  hopeless expanse,  the hopeful warmth of a blanket,  tomorrow,  there’s that, and  yesterday  too,  but the  words have both  by the legs, 

the words in your head are killers,  are lovers,  are  the flight of a  flightless creature tasting the sky. 

when faced with the decision to write a poem or not write a poem,  i’m not sure how to  justify the  latter. 

The writer's blessing:

May you write 1,500 words with ease. May your characters be lively and not cardboard. May you need little editing. May your muse visit you as soon as you sit. May the Internet not distract you much. May your phone lie dormant while you write.

i saw this and i want to post it just to be sure