#Margaret Booth

[citizenscreen]

Legendary film editor Margaret Booth (January 16, 1898 – October 28, 2002)

[sesiondemadrugada]

Camille (George Cukor, 1936).

[zilodak]

Still dealing with the gremlin, so have some old never seen before art, wips, concepts instead.

[lamour-est-la-force]

Me: Once Upon a Time season 1 is so cozy and comforting :)

ouat s1: government corruption, a woman almost having to give her baby away against her will, a mine collapsing with a child inside, a girl locked in a mental hospital, arson, homeless children needing to steal to survive, said homeless children almost getting separated in the foster care system, infidelity, drugging and kidnapping, attempted muder, actual murder, a murder trial that has nothing to do with the real actual murder, a man slowly and painfully turning into wood, etc.

[sevenfifteenam]

OUAT + Texts From Last Night [part 2]

[crookedvultures]

"Looks like third time's the charm!"

[intothewickedwood]

Ouattober 2023 Day 2 - Favourite Location: Storybrooke Wilderness Park

[his-lost-one]

more ouat memes

meme templates are from pinterest ^^

[secretlytherealsonicthehedgehog]

okay can i just say, gepetto being honest about two people fitting in the wardrobe and just asking snow to take pinocchio as the second person may have been possible. like, i doubt she’d say no to something like that, i just can’t see that happening. i honestly think it’d be a really good plot if we saw something like that. like, obviously it’s not realistic because if he WAS honest, charming would’ve gone too, but sometimes i just wonder what that would be like

[ilikestuff69]

‘Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood’ (2019)

Directed by Quentin Tarantino

[citizenscreen]

Margaret Booth editing in 1926

[alissa3000]

I really wished we got to see more of Emma and August’s dynamic bc they had so much potential for a connection w their backstory

[victoriously-regal]

Aaron Burr, sir (but it’s when August meets Emma in Storybrooke and he’s trying to get her to believe in the curse. lyrics rewritten by me! )

Purple: August

Red: Emma

Green: Everyone

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2011

Storybrooke, Maine

Pardon me, are you Emma Swan, ma’am?

That depends, who's asking?

Oh, well sure, ma’am

I'm August. W Booth, I'm at your service, ma’am

I have been looking for you

I'm getting nervous

Ma’am, I heard your name in Phoenix,

And then attempted to getcha here to this town

When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours

I kinda threatened him

It's a blur, ma’am

He stole those fancy watches?

You made Neal frame me!?

Yes! Made ‘im give you the watch, let you go, to get you to Maine, so you’d believe

Bae looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid

So how'd you do it? Get to this town at last?

Long story short? Birthed Henry Mills, ten years in the past

You an orphan?

Yeah, so what? I'm an orphan, God, I wish you’d tell me how

You know this? It’s starting to piss me off.

Can I buy you a drink?

Fine. That’d be nice

While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice

Stay in town

What?

Defeat the Queen.

Who?

Don't let her know if you believe or if you don’t

Oh great, you’re crazy.

You want some intel?

How?

Allow me to enlighten you. Listen well.

Ah-yuh-yo, yo-yo-yo, yo!

What time is it?

Roll call!

Here’s the basics...

Roll call! Role call! Yo!

That’s Regina Mills, Head Bitch, Queen Bee

She created this town, outta revenge and misery

Em, please, I beg ya. Listen to me.

Don’t leave this town 'til her curse breaks, and we’re all free.

Next up over there, Shepherd Boy, Nolan D.

Biggest rags to riches story of the century.

Met his one true love, settled down, had a kid

You’re that kid, by the way. Ain’t that funny? (What? No!)

Hey wait, who’s that? Look, it’s Mary Margaret Blanchard.

She’s actually Snow White

She’s your mother.

Huh? Wait, come again? (Yup)

Look out for her and Regina

The Queen truly hates her, blames her and her childhood misbehaviour

This ain’t real, pour me another drink, Booth

These are dumb fairytales.

They’re not, it’s all the truth.

No, I’m not some prophecy, here to fix all these folks

Believe what you want, the curse’s end is still close

Good luck with that, I’m calling a hoax

Try convince me if you want, let’s see how this goes (fine)

Emma this is your destiny, it won’t just disappear.

And if you don’t believe me, Swan, how come you’re still here?

Tell me Swan, you gonna fight? Beat the Queen? Speak what’s true.

Savior, tell me right now.

Whatcha gonna do?

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[capturethemomentsblog]

My Salinger Year（2020）

dir. Philippe Falardeau

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 16/16: Epilogue- Reinterpretation Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Chapter Word Count: (986/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally though. Chapter Summary: Killian's painting at the Nolan Blanchard Art Museum is unveiled. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes: This has been such an exciting journey. When I think that this was originally just a silly little oneshot from a silly little prompts list... I'm not gonna get all emotional, but I want to thank everyone whose enthusiasm and excitement over this fic has gotten me through to the end of it. I hope you've all enjoyed it as much as I have! Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart  [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

 Killian's residency at the Nolan Blanchard ended a year later, with the unveiling of the painting the museum had commissioned him for. His brother came up to see the unveiling, along with Uncle Nemo and Paige, the latter of whom was more than "just" a friend of Liam's by this point. August and the new Mrs. Booth came by to support him as well, along with the Nolans- and their new infant son.

 But Killian, admittedly, didn't care one iota about whether or not those people were here for the celebration- and if he did, he didn't care nearly as much as he did that Emma was there- today was a day to celebrate her too.

 On his way to his wing, Killian saw his girlfriend, staring at a new painting that had recently been put on display in the museum.

 "I can't believe this Emma Swan has a painting in this museum now," Killian teased, as he came up behind her.

 "Why not?" Emma asked, with a playful smile as they stood in front of her newly recommissioned painting of "Small."

 "Because it's just one painting. She deserves a whole gallery of her paintings, so everyone can see her talent," Killian smiled as he put his arm around her, "though none of the masterpieces could ever live up to their artist."

 "Or her boyfriend, for that matter," Emma nudged him.

 "You've got that right, love," he kissed her forehead.

 They walked into his wing together, where his new painting hung behind a large sheet. There were cameras and a few other people around as well as Killian's guests, all waiting for Killian to unveil his masterpiece.

 "Go get 'em, tiger," Emma said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

 As Mr. Nolan announced him to the group, Killian didn't feel as nervous as usual- though maybe that was just because he was comparing how terrifying this would be with what he was planning on doing afterwards.

 "I want to thank you all for coming out here today," Killian said, "and while I don't want to keep you all waiting too long when there's refreshments in a moment, I'd like to give a few brief words. When I partnered with the Nolan Blanchard a year ago, I was a mess. My life was empty, sad, and lonely. During my time here, I got to know some pretty cool people- Mr. and Mrs. Nolan, who've become like family to me, and my beautiful girlfriend Emma. This piece, hopefully, reflects that."

 He pulled off the tarp off the canvas to reveal a painting he was rather proud of. It featured two hearts- anatomical hearts- one bright red, though cracked and bruised in a couple places, but with a glow coming from behind it. The heart next to it was in perfect condition, but was gray and dusty, and had metal bars like a jail cell across it.

 "Sometimes we go through so much hurt that we don't think we can keep going," he pointed at the farther, grayed heart, "we think we'll do better if we avoid breaking our hearts, so we avoid even using them, and instead we let them wither away in their pristine condition."

 He then pointed at the closer heart, the cracked and glowing one.

 "But if we use our hearts- if we let ourselves risk getting them hurt- they'll flourish, and thrive, and keep beating. We have to let people in- we have to love. Too often we think 'my heart's too broken to love again-' but that's how you know you can love again. If it can be broken, it means it still works- and the more we use our broken heart, the sooner we can heal it."

 Killian nodded and stepped away from the painting as those watching started clapping. He crossed paths with Mr. Nolan, whom he assumed would give him a handshake but instead gave him a hug.

 Mr. Nolan then dismissed everyone for refreshments, August and Belle especially making sure everyone cleared out of the room quickly- and August giving Killian a thumbs up, as he was the last one out besides Killian and Emma.

 "We probably better get down there if we want there to be refreshments left for us," Emma said.

 "Wait," Killian said, taking her hand, "I have something to ask you about first."

 "What is it?" Emma asked.

 "When we first started out, our relationship was open to our interpretation," Killian said, his throat drying up as he fished around in his pocket, "and then you agreed to be my girlfriend, and now," he half chuckled, "I want to reinterpret us. I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore," and he pulled a little box out of his pocket, and he got down on one knee, and he opened the box to reveal a ring, "I want you to be my wife instead," he gulped, "Emma Swan, will you marry me?"

 Killian wished he could capture her face in that moment on canvas. Sure, he always wished for that, but never more than when he looked up at her on his knees in his gallery, like a ship looking up to its lighthouse, drawn in by the smile beaming on her face.

 "Yes," Emma said, "yes, I'd love to!"

 Killian smiled as well, all of his fear melting away at her excitement. Energy coursing his veins, he slipped the ring onto her finger, and she helped him up, off of the ground and into her arms.

 Emma smiled down at the ring on her finger, then back up at Killian.

 "Permission to kiss the masterpiece?" Emma asked.

 Killian bit his lip, never having been more in love with her than he was in that moment- but knowing that love would continue to grow with every moment he spent at her side.

 "Aye, love," he said, as they drew their lips together, "permission granted."