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𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. . .
THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.
when the new one is ready, i will post here!
blythe’s blogroll , 09/01/2020
- alistair theirin , dragon age origins . found at @thieirin .
- super ‘ secret ’ multi . found at @galaxywove .
Titanic — 1997 | Dir by James Cameron
oldcardign ,
“that’s good.” it was a simple response, but she spoke gently and with a warm little smile, an indication of respect. so many people had complaints about their lives these days. it seemed like nothing, or even no one, was good enough. it was sort of refreshing to hear someone express that they were content with the way they lived, and that their parents’ opinions about it were just something to be curious about, rather than be concerned. betty’s own family wasn’t necessarily controlling, and they were more or less the stereotypical supportive suburban parents on the whole, but she did feel this sort of underlying, innate drive to make them proud, regardless of how she actually accomplished such a feat. “and … i mean, i didn’t know them, so … i can’t exactly convincingly fill the encouraging friend role that’s usually customary for this kind of conversation, but…” she shrugged, taking a bit and letting the corners of her lips lift just slightly. “if you’re happy … that’s what matters. right? that sounds like a parent thing to say, at least.”
jack appreciates her effort to comfort him —— he looks down at his hands , fingers on his left hand start to pick at the ones on his right just for a brief moment before he mentally scolds himself for doing so . so , to occupy his hands , he reaches for a rock and begins running his thumb over the gentle ridges that populate its surface . “ they would’ve liked you , y ’ know . my mom and dad . ” it’s true —— his mom would have loved sitting and talking about . . . well , whatever girls talk about and his dad would probably try to teach her to fish if she didn’t already know . jack sets the rock down and turns to look at her again . “ . . . you’re a good friend to me , betty . i mean that . ”
YOU’RE A BAD IDEA ! priv. sel. exc. bolin from lok loved by lacelia. ©
. . . bravo ! it seems so long ago . . . © —— indie raoul de chagny , by blythe .
bloodied and bruised knuckles, he’d wipe his temple, spreading blood to it. steve sighed as he looked at the “sleeping” man on the floor before he finally noticed the other. ❛ he was unconscious when i found him! ❜ he’d say quickly; hands going in the air that indicated surrender; without realizing how stupid he sounded. @bigartiste, ♡
“ unconscious , hm ? ” only someone who was blind wouldn’t notice the blood on the other’s forehead , notice the blood on his hands . “ how’d that get there ? ” jack asked , finger raising to motion to the smear on the other’s forehead .
hereromeo ,
❝ DO YOU….are you talking about twelfth night ? ❞
“ yeah , that’s the name . . . i think i lost my copy . ”
As far as I know, this is the original version of My Heart Will Go On that was sent to Cameron.
It’s clearly not the radio edit or even end credit version we all know so well. The most notable difference is the orchestral bridge.
Most people assume that if you love “Titanic,” you also love this song. For me, I always resisted this song because of the natural groveling people do when its mentioned or played. And in a very short time it went from being a record-breaking, power-ballad to one of the most hated songs in pop culture.
Even today, I will choose many other Celine songs over this one. And I prefer The Portrait and Rose to MHWGO as well. It wasn’t until last Christmas that I really reflected upon the lyrics and realized that this song is about resiliency. Amidst the extreme love and hate for it, I completely missed the meaning of not only the lyrics themselves, but the title.
And so, regardless of what the song means to the rest of the world, I do hold a dear spot for it in my heart because in a way, its really an extra gift of an epilogue speaking to Rose’s struggle post Jack’s death.
Most of us have gone through devastating losses, maybe none compare to the sinking of the Titanic. Nevertheless, when I struggle to cope with my own losses I think about resiliency. And this song was a gift from lyricist, Will Jennings who added even more depth and color to Rose’s journey beyond her time spent with Jack, and the impact his life had on hers. And it reminds me that in tough times, we have a choice to be resilient, despite how painful the hurt is. And it reminds us with loss, there is also beauty, and hope, and growth.
i am a grey warden , yes . pleased to meet you . nice . . . campfire you have there .
indie alistair theirin , by blythe . formerly found at @royalwarden . ©
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i’ve got thick skin . . . and an elastic heart . ©
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thanks everyone i’m gonna do it
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should i remake my ginny weasley
thanks everyone i’m gonna do it