#sir james matthew barrie

[deppjohnnyforever]

#johnny depp #depp #johnny #jd #johnnydepp #john christopher depp ii #justice for johnny depp #justiceforjohnnydepp #johnny depp is innocent #love #em busca da terra do nunca #finding neverland #sir james matthew barrie

[iloveyoujohnnydepp]

Johnny Depp at the Premiere of Finding Neverland at the 61st Venice Film Festival in Venice, Italy (September 2004)

Re: Johnny Depp as Sir James Matthew Barrie in Finding Neverland (2004) dir. Marc Forster

#venice film festival #venice international film festival #johnny depp #actor #icon #celeb #musician #iloveyoujohnnydepp #2004 #finding neverland #Sir James Matthew Barrie #2000s #2000s movies #2000s films #2000s actors #2000s icons #2000s hollywood #premiere

[thecreativemillennial]

This was actually the most beautiful death scene that I've ever seen. When you see neverland revealed in their own home, in a sense, it represents that sylvia llewelyn Davies is about to die and er entering neverland by herself represents her passing on into the afterlife. A truly bittersweet ending to a fantastic movie

#finding neverland #johnny depp #sir james Matthew barrie #kate winslet #sylvia llewelyn Davies #beautiful death scene #never say goodbye because goodbye means leaving and leaving mean forgetting #second star to the right and straight on till morning

[maurosempre]

Coloro che portano il sole nella vita degli altri, non possono tenerlo lontano da se stessi.

(Sir James Matthew Barrie - Joan Miró)

#sir james matthew barrie #joan mirò #sole #tu #a me

[filmesbrazil]

#photo #photography #filme #filmes #film #movie #movies #cinema #em busca da terra do nunca #finding neverland #sir james matthew barrie #johnny depp #kate winslet #sylvia llewelyn davies

[themousefromfantasyland]

The Guardians: How Jack Frost entered a snowball fight with Winston Churchill, J.M. Barrie and Rudyard Kipling

Extracted from Jack Frost: The End Becomes the Beginning by William Joyce

Historical side of Tumblr, did they really knew each other in real life, or is Joyce just going mad as usual 😂

It was a piercingly cold winter night. Jack was leaving the Athenaeum Club. He belongs to many clubs. Private clubs are a vital function of the social life of young and old men in this whirligig era. These clubs are elegant and brimming with friendships, rivalries, and the excitable friction of men with ambition and ideas. It is at the Athenaeum that Jack has made some of his most interesting friendships.

On the night of this report, Frost was seen walking out of the festive warmth of the club with three companions. They were bundled against the cold, laughing and chatting as they trekked their way down the snow-covered steps to the street. As is his habit, Jack hung back a few paces. He enjoys observing the easy joviality of his friends at the end of an evening of fun.

The most affable of the three is young Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill, whose booming laugh and manner reminds Jack of his old friend Nicholas St. North. Churchill had been a devilish child, full of mischief, and had been kicked out of most of the finest schools in Europe. On this evening he is smoking a huge cigar and is at this point singing the song of one of the schools he had attended.

“Sandhurst was a great school with a wretched song!” he shouted out, interrupting himself midchorus. The other two friends, Joseph Rudyard Kipling and James Matthew Barrie, are both writers of some renown, though tonight they were singing the song of a school they had never attended and were doing so with considerable volume and enthusiasm.

“It would jolly well help if we knew the words,” said Kipling, laughing, but this ignorance did not seem to hamper his and Barrie’s happy attempt.

Jack grinned. He liked his friends best when they behaved less like adults and more like children.

But as the group reached the sidewalk, they passed a huddle of street children who stood shivering in the evening air.

“Please, sirs, a penny for the hungry,” said one child with a practiced, hopeful desperation.

Jack’s friends did not even glance the children’s way. These children were cold and close to starving. Jack saw the ragged clothes. The thin, lanky legs and skinned elbows. Again Jack stayed back, watching as his friends continued down the street.

The children stood quiet and shivering. They watched the happy threesome stagger and wail down the street.

Jack appeared angry with his friends. He knew they may have had childhoods of comfort, but each had experienced great turbulence and heartbreak in their youths. They should not, could not, would not ignore the wretched children they had just passed. They must be made to listen.

So Jack made himself invisible. It is a power he uses subtly. If a party is dull, he will simply disappear. Or if he wants to secretly influence the outcome of an event, being unseen makes his efforts much easier.

At this point in the proceedings he discreetly launched three expertly constructed snowballs at his friends.

Each hit its mark.

All three men’s hats were knocked to the snowy ground. The three then spun around and stared at the children. The children stared back.

Apparently, a war had silently been declared.

“This aggression must not go unanswered,” muttered Churchill as he, Kipling, and Barrie crouched down and began busily packing snowballs.

Though invisible, we surmise that Jack was delighted. He whispered to various children, “Better get busy. They’re bigger than you.” They instantly fell to their knees and began to pack snowballs themselves.

Churchill and Kipling both have military histories and have seen battle, so they knew the necessity of a steady supply of ammunition. Barrie, as records , is the worst shot of the three, so he continued making snowballs while his cohorts took up positions behind a lamppost and a mailbox.

“Wait for my command,” said Churchill, puffing his cigar.

The children were seasoned snowball makers, and they had amassed an impressive hoard of ammo. They wereready to attack, but they seemed uncertain. Again Jack intervened. “Concentrate on the one with the cigar.”

The children were so focused on their enemy that they hadn’t even noticed that Jack was nowhere to be seen. They heard his suggestion, and without questioning it, they acted.

And charged! Their battle cry was high, shrill, and impressive. Eight little voices sounded like an army.

“My word,” said Kipling, astonished.

“Steady!” commanded Churchill.

Barrie stopped his constructions and readied for the attack, a snowball in each hand and several in each pocket.

In an instant the children were upon them. The air was thick with snowballs and shouting and cheers.

“Fire!” yelled Churchill, but his command was muffled by five or six direct hits on his head and shoulders. He fell backward and lay on the street as helpless as an overturned turtle. Four children stood over him and pounded him with snowballs.

“My cigar!” he yelped. And indeed his cigar had been knocked from his mouth, landing somewhere inside his coat.

Kipling and Barrie tried to lend aid, but both were hit with such accuracy that their eyeglasses were caked with thick clumps of snow and neither could see a thing.

The three men were being overwhelmed, routed, in fact. But suddenly, the tide of the battle changed. Twenty or so members of the Athenaeum Club had seen the skirmish from the windows and were rushing out to lend a hand.

Jack had reappeared and raised his staff, and within an instant, he brought about a blinding gale of snow to slow the Athenaeum men.

A smallish boy who looked particularly ragged raised two fingers to his mouth and let out a high, sharp whistle that could be heard for blocks. The boy had not finished his first note when children began to appear from seemingly every direction and swarm toward the fray.

And so this snowball battle became epic. Adults against children. Jack watched with astonishment. What had he triggered?

Old men — older than eighty — who minutes before could barely hobble with canes across a plush dining room carpet, were now rippling over snow-snow-covered cobblestones with the vigor and skill of Roman gladiators.

Gangly half-starved children, some as young as five years old, were standing their ground or attacking with the stalwart cunning of the most seasoned generals.

The blur of a thousand snowballs glistened in the streetlamps’ glow as cheers and laughter of pure exultant joy filled the air. The strange untethered glee of making pretend war with well-packed snow had turned men into boys, and children into heroes.

Jack returned to invisibility, but he stayed in the thick of this battle royal, flying from place to place faster than any snowball. He was heard shouting instructions or guidance to anyone he felt was in need. At first he only helped the children, but as the ruckus continued, he began to urge the Athenaeums on.

So focused were the combatants that none ever wondered who was helping them.

The fight reached a pitch so fevered that one by one participants began to collapse with exhaustion and merriment. There were calls of:

“Stop! Enough!”

“I surrender!”

“I’m done!”

Shouts became laughter. The din of the battle dissolved into a singsong of helpless giggling and gasping and guffaws.

Churchill struggled to his feet. He was laughing with more gusto than anyone. He pulled his still-lit cigar from some deep fold of his coat and took a long and satisfying puff.

“I suggest we call an end to these hostilities,” he said to the spent troops. “I suggest we call this battle a draw.” He took another puff.

The half-block heap of young and old sat panting, their warm breath making a wheezing fog around them.

“I say we are all victors, and so to all must go the spoils,” Churchill continued. “Let us retire to the warmth of the club. I urge that we leave the snow to fall in peace and that we feast like kings!”

Cheers of agreement rang out. As they helped one another to their feet, Churchill began again to sing his old school song, the song of his beloved Sandhurst:

“And so from those who have gone before, to those who are yet to come,

We pass our motto loud and clear, all evil overcome.

As true as is a brother’s love, as close as ivy grows,

We’ll stand four square through our lives to every wind that blows.”

It was then that Frost tactfully reappeared as stealthily as he’d vanished in the first place. Smiling, he watched the scene unfold. Churchill slapped him on the back, still in full-throated song and joined by all who knew the words.

@ariel-seagull-wings @thealmightyemprex @princesssarisa @angelixgutz @amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @tamisdava2 @mask131

#christmas #holiday season #jack frost #rotg #rotg jack frost #guardians of childhood

[kateofthecanals]

This post just showed up on my FYP and I just… wow where do I even start?

Psst… you wanna know the first person to ever “woobify” Captain Hook?

SIR JAMES MATTHEW MUTHAFUCKIN BARRIE.

Tell me you never read the original novel without telling me… The narrator even refers to him as “not wholly unheroic” ffs. The story was NEVER a black-and-white Good versus Evil tale — it’s about WENDY coming to terms with what she thinks she wants versus the reality of getting it.

“If you want to write a story where Peter is the villain” BITCH THIS KID KILLS OFF LOST BOYS WHEN THEY START GETTING TOO OLD AND BREATHES HEAVILY WHENEVER HE GETS PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE BELIEVES WITH EVERY BREATH AN ADULT DROPS DEAD. Is that your perfect little lily-white hero? Get a clue (and pick up a book).

And then the cherry on this shit sundae — saying “now that’s a Peter Pan movie” in reference to Hook. No, sweetie, Hook is Spielbergian fanfiction. Hook is so far removed from the themes and narrative of JMB’s original story it’s actually offensive. (Though I will grant you that it’s a better movie in general than that Disney live-action atrocity that just came out…)

You wanna see an ACTUAL “Peter Pan movie”? Universal’s 2003 live-action Peter Pan. Oh but OOPS that movie “woobifies” Hook too and makes Peter look less than perfectly unproblematic so you might wanna avert your delicate eyes and stick to Rufio… 🙄

#i cannot with the willful ignorance #peter pan #captain hook #they’re two sides of the same coin deal with it

[stefy-69-09]

Nel momento in cui dubiti di poter volare, perdi per sempre la facoltà di farlo. Il motivo per cui gli uccelli, a differenza degli esseri umani, sono in grado di volare, risiede nella loro fede incrollabile, perché avere fede vuol dire avere le ali.

~Sir James Matthew Barrie~💫

[fuzzysparrow]

In which story by J. M. Barrie does the pirate ship 'Jolly Roger' feature?

In the classic children's book 'Peter Pan', the 'Jolly Roger' is the infamous pirate ship captained by the villainous Captain Hook. The ship is described as having black sails adorned with a white skull and crossbones. The ship is also said to be cursed, causing all who sail on it to eventually meet their demise.

Despite its ominous reputation, the 'Jolly Roger' is also depicted as a place of adventure and excitement for Peter Pan and his gang of lost boys. In fact, they even attempt to steal the ship at one point in hopes of using it to fly back to England.

However, the 'Jolly Roger' ultimately serves as a symbol of the battle between good and evil in the story. While Captain Hook and his crew use the ship for their selfish and violent purposes, Peter and his friends use their wits and bravery to outsmart them and ultimately triumph over evil.

'Peter Pan'; or, 'The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up', often known simply as 'Peter Pan', is a work by J. M. Barrie. It was originally written in the form of a play in 1904, and then published as a novel in 1911 titled 'Peter and Wendy'. Sir James Matthew Barrie (1860-1937) was a Scottish novelist and playwright, who worked predominantly in London.

#Trivia #Peter pan #Booklr

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

I think you're the only RP blog I follow that has unique character tags for every character in reblogs lol. How do you remember them all?

-🚬

Idk, I just think it's fun haha. And the thing is, I... don't remember them. I mostly rely on Tumblr to suggest the tag when I start typing a character's name.

I mean, look how many I can get to pop up :P

{glad to see you're still kicking} Alice Abernathy

{you look way too familiar} Alicia Marcus

{what's your problem, man?} Albert Wesker

{alf? shut it} Alfonso Warner

{we're gonna get you outta here} Angela Ashford

{what's your goal?} Ada Wong

{nice work} Abigail

{he was twice the man you are} Bad Carlos

{you don't deserve the same respect as him} Bad One

{bastard} Bennett

{thanks... yeah, yeah, I'll be more careful} Betty Grier

{you've gotta let me see that gun, dude} Barry Burton

{we'll keep you safe, kid} Becky

{can I bum a smoke offa you?} Carlos Oliveria

{I'll leave all that tech shit to you} Chad Kaplan

{I respect you, redfield} Claire Redfield

{I'm always down to talk guns} Chase McAvoy

{that's gotta be a stage name} Crystal Waters

{I like your gunwork} Cobalt

{what's your whole deal?} Chris Redfield

{would rather not see that} Dead Rain

{god... again?} Doc

{sir?} James Shade

{I'll never forget you, man} J.D. Salinas

{you're with s.t.a.r.s., right?} Jill Valentine

{we don't got time for you to get cold feet} Kim Yong

{I like you, kid} K-Mart

{my brother was a fan of you} Luther West

{matt's sister, huh?} Lisa Addison

{the platin' on those deagles is nice} L.J. Wade

{I'm gonna deck you} Leon S. Kennedy

{sorry for slapping you around back at the mansion} Matthew Addison

{you kinda remind me of someone} Mikey

{I'm all good... appreciate it} Olga Danilova

{infected, huh?} Peyton Wells

{who let this asshole have my face?} Rain Melendez

{your aim needs work, hippie} Rain Ocampo

{homicidal bitch} Red Queen

{what're you wearin'?} Suburban Alice

{you're a real asshole} Spence Parks

{get that camera outta my face} Terri Morales

{he ain't a talker} Vance Drew

{your sister killed my team} White Queen

#[good lord I have way more these than I thought I did lmao] #[this is a GOOD chunk of the movie characters] #[I have no memory of some of these] #{outta ammo!} ooc #🚬

[deppjohnnyforever]

#johnny depp #depp #johnny #jd #johnnydepp #john christopher depp ii #love #justice for johnny depp #justiceforjohnnydepp #johnny depp is innocent #em busca da terra do nunca #finding neverland #sir james matthew barrie

[iloveyoujohnnydepp]

Johnny Depp with Vanessa Paradis arriving at the 77th Annual Academy Awards (Oscars) for Finding Neverland at the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California (Feb. 21, 2005)

Re: Johnny Depp as Sir James Matthew Barrie in Finding Neverland (2004) dir. Marc Forster

#johnny depp #celeb #icon #actor #musician #vanessa paradis #academy awards #finding neverland #sir james matthew barrie #marc forster #2004 #2005 #2000s #2000s movies #2000s films

[sohaquotes]

Who Is J. M. Barrie? - Top 50 Quotes By Sir James Matthew Barrie

#youtube

[graminhani]

Finding Neverland (USA, 2004): 😀 [2012]

Cinebiografia de Sir James Matthew Barrie – criador de Peter Pan – interpretado por Johnny Depp. Um final tocante!

[beni75]

© Don Vito (David G. Forés)

1-. You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

2-. Silent night… Be good

3-. Sir James Matthew Barrie

4-. Sketches for The Colour Out of Space

5-. Sketching knights

6-. Storm (Dagon, de Lovecraft)

7-. Syzygy Darlock. Dreadstar de Jim Starling sigue siendo una de mis sagas de ciencia-ficción favoritas

8-. The Bride

9-. The death then of a beautiful woman is unuestionably the most poetical topic in the world. Poe

10-. The facts in the case of M. Valdemar

11-. The Gardners farm

12-. The law of life

13-. The sleeper in red

14-. Charles Dickens

15-. Twiggy doodle

16-. Un tipo ilustrado

17-. Vanessa Ives

18-. Viernes 13

19-. Wake up Carmesina

20-. Watercolor doodle (garabato en acuarela)

21-. Welcome to Insmouth

22-. Wilbur (inspirado en el libro `payasadas' de Kurt Vonnegut Jr)

23-. Yayos

#art #cine #books

[weeping-angel-13]

Hallo 🇧ookies‼️

Bonus Ausgabe des #AutorenSonntag heute mit "James M. "Barrie", dem Schöpfer von "Peter Pan". 🍀 

𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕟 𝕧𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒: Sir James Matthew „J. M.“ Barrie, 1. Baronet OM (* 9. Mai 1860 in Kirriemuir, Schottland; † 19. Juni 1937 in London) war ein schottischer Schriftsteller und Dramatiker. Peter Pan ist seine bekannteste literarische Figur. 

Berühmt wurde er 1904 durch Peter Pan. Diese Figur wurde durch die Kinder George, Jack, Peter, Michael und Nico seiner Bekannten Sylvia Llewelyn-Davies inspiriert. Nach dem Tod der Mutter im Jahre 1910 kümmerte sich Barrie um die fünf Jungen und zog sie groß. Als Kinderfreund vermachte Barrie alle Rechte an den Büchern, Filmen und Theaterstücken von Peter Pan dem Great Ormond Street Hospital, einem Londoner Kinderkrankenhaus. 1988 erließ das britische Parlament ein Gesetz (Section 301, Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988), nach dem die Urheberrechte des Krankenhauses an Peter Pan in Großbritannien – anders als im allgemeinen Urheberrecht (Regelschutzfrist) – nicht durch Zeitablauf verfallen.

#PeterPanMonth  #PeterPanMonth2023  #PeterPan  #JMBarrie  #JamesMatthewBarrie #WaltDisneysPeterPan  #Hook #TheLostGirls  #PeterUndWendy  #OnceUponTheTime #PeterPanUndWendy  #Neverland  #Nimmerland #FindingNeverland #Wendy #WennTräumeFliegenLernen  #DieMagieDerTräume  #Bookstagram  #BookTok  #BookClub #Buchtipps  #Bücherwurm  #Bookworm  #Leseratte  #BookNerd #Lesen #LesenMachtSpaß

Collage/Rahmen by Picsart / Fotos Credits & Text by Wikipedia / Gestaltung: ©️Weeping_Angel_13

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