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Caroline Dhavernas behind the scenes on “The Pacific”

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CAROLINE DHAVERNAS ▸ FILMOGRAPHY

ㅤ↳ㅤThe Cry of the Owl (2009)

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                     as constant as the stream of the war which seemed to beset their times, margot strove to set aside any fears which could birth from it.   she certainly held a sense of peace with what could prove to be any of their fates, though she’d go through hell and back to prevent it if she could, but an equal desire to make the most out of her life, despite it all.

                     she hoped that this project would prove enough to be that, if not the first of many.

                     a tight smile on her lips, the historian shook her head softly at the jedi, setting aside the small spark of worry it brought to her heart.     ❝  i’m not trying to get in the way of this.   i think i’ll have enough time to get in and out.   the museum has managed to get out that they have the goods packed.   it’s just a matter of them loading them on board.  ❞ — @deficd

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                     squinting against the cloud of dust kicked up from the street by a sudden gust of wind, margot was forced to stop and shield her face with her sleeve like many on the street.   unless of course, she wanted a lung full of dirt and a coughing fit.   she could only hope it would rain soon, not enough to turn the main street into a mire, but rather just enough to settle the dust.   simply another one of the drawbacks of living in the west… or at least a drier climate and a tiny town.

                     dust cloud subsiding, the schoolteacher continued toward the general store, a list of needed items in hand, before swiftly side stepping a man who suddenly stepped out of one of the offices which came before it.     ❝  pardon me.  ❞      far from annoyed, her voiced lilted almost amused as she glanced over her shoulder at the stranger with dancing blue eyes.     ❝  lucky you for avoiding that miniature dust storm.  ❞     nothing thought of it truly… — @animcsus

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Queen of the mischievous look.

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                     palm bashing against the stubborn latch one of the storage compartments, margot muttered a curse beneath her breath, silently debating whether retrieving her hammer would be necessary.   if it weren’t for the supplies stored within, she would simply leave it until a gi came along with a canteen cup and a hope of coffee… except the coffee was inside.  perhaps it had been bent by a rock in the road?   if she could remove it and pin it well enough to hammer it from the side, perhaps that would allow it to open smoother?   or was it oil it required?

                     a snap from behind drew a glance over her shoulder, brows furrowing at the sight of a white haired older man.    one of the locals most likely…  dusting her sore hands off on her blue-grey trousers, the clubmobiler rose to her feet with an easy smile and accented french.     ❝  puis-je vous aider?  ❞     ( can i help you? ) — @greatrspnsibility

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𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂. 𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈. ©

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“I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via aphrodihe)

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                     heels tap lightly against inlaid floors placed when the current grandmaster of the jedi order was but an infant in the creché as the curator crossed the main hall of the administrative offices of the coruscant museum.   placing the age of material culture within context brought her such joy, even with something she handled a thousand times.   or in this case passed over.

                     besides, there was always something to be said about separation and how it caused one to appreciate what they had to leave behind at least a little more intensely. 

                     a smile pasted onto painted lips as margot held her hand out to the other woman.    ❝  secretary valorum, a pleasure to meet you.  ❞     the chancellor’s press secretary was frankly lucky to have caught her on planet.   with the heating up of the war, the museum had tasked margot with aiding others on the verge of being caught up in the conflict to remove their collections safely.  most of her time now consisted of flying from planet to planet… and this was certainly a change.     ❝  how can i help you?  ❞ — @valorums

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“Well, if I don’t see you before you go… take care of yourself.”

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                     delicate fingertips tapped out the tune of a silent chorus against the bare skin of her forearm.   the nervous tick was the young curator’s one concession to the furious thunder of a heart against ribs, mind valiantly striving to keep her calm.   innocent of the incident, but the white and grey tunics, the terrified whispers in others’ eyes, were enough to spontaneously send every being into a panic.

                     if you haven’t done anything, then you have no reason to worry.   those insidious words echoed within her struggling mind.   but with the isb, who knew? 

                     the moment arrived sooner than she felt prepared for, but perched in front of a lieutenant, margot attempted a smile, weak upon crimson lips.     ❝  good afternoon, ma’am.   or perhaps i shouldn’t be saying good considering.  ❞    she abhorred the nervous laugh which followed but what was done was unfortunately done. — @impostre

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                    heels tapped staccato upon the pavement, a newspaper held aloft swiftly sopping wet as the carrier attempted to protect dark curls.   an open sign hanging in a window caught her eye and without hesitation, she pushed open the door and stepped in.   pale grey blue uniform spotting with water, she gave a violent shake of her arms in hopes of freeing herself any drops not yet soaked in.

                    only then did she truly glance about, pale gaze settling on the shopkeeper, a sheepish smile trickling onto crimson lips.    ❝  apologies for coming in like a tornado.  ❞     her voice lilted its way through the words, margot steadfastly ignoring the monuments on display.     ❝  the rain took me by surprise, ya know.  ❞ — @nihiladditaenihilperdidi

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hands in hands, hearts entwined

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FIVE SONGS for your muse.

i. the feeling by sammy rae & the friends : I wanna get lost in the feeling, wanna give into the night / and i've stolen ibuprofen from the bathroom 'cause i need it / i felt already - ah, ah-oh! / and it ain't worth it! / being hurt by love, and is it worth it?

ii. beautiful ghosts by taylor swift : all that i wanted / was to be wanted / too young to wander london streets / alone and haunted / born into nothing / at least you have something

iii. born for this by the score: we are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame / watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame / 'cause we were, 'cause we were / 'cause we were, 'cause we were born for this

iv. astronomical by svrcina : the endless of darkness is hovering / the sound of the silence is deafening / ten billion decibels shattering / forces of gravity taking me, taking me

v. hold me up by sam tinnesz : it's been some long days / and some hard nights / just wandering in the dark / i keep pushing through / i keep fighting on / but i'm losing this fire / in the valleys of my heart

FIVE QUOTES for your muse.

i. ❛  Because as for me I sometimes feel that I am someone’s character. It is uncomfortable being two: I for me and I for others. I and my interior dialogue —I in conversation with myself. I am tired of thinking the same things.  ❜ – Clarice Lispector,  A Breath of Life

ii. ❛  there are moments when history passes you so close you can smell its breath; you can reach your hand out and touch it on its flank.  ❜ – Tony Hoagland, The Change

iii. ❛  It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together. Be careful of this storyteller's tendency to replace precise separate lines with fast daubs of ink. I know how to fool your mind so that your eye accepts what it did not see. A curtain of wash is not a desert. Where ink bleeds into paper is not an act of love, and yet it is. See.  ❜ – Anne Carson, Plainwater

iv. ❛  Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means that you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.  ❜ – Neil Gaiman, Coraline

v. ❛  We learned to get over the embarrassment of walking through lines of men all thoughtfully extending their complimentary whistle. Now, instead of getting red-faced and awkward, we throw back our shoulders, wave and whistle back.  ❜ – anonymous clubmobile girl, ladies home journal 1944

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