Sunday, December 12, 2010
Blogskin muse is BACK!

Sometimes I just love Taylor Swift's songs. You Belong With Me is on loop because the chorus seems made for Brennan & Booth. HA! :D And some parts of the verses are. Gotta reverse the roles a bit, though. Whatever!

But my blogskin inspiration is back!

And so I'm finally going to change my blogskin again. I've been wanting to try my hand at a Bones blogskin. I kept procrastinating because the images are so hard to crop properly (I love Emily's hair, but god, it's a pain in photoshop).

Plus I've never tried the colour scheme I'm doing this time, so I've no idea if it'll actually work out (I suck at colour schemes, so I try to stick to the usual. Except that the picture I used just screamed the "blue" to me). It might just end up disastrous, though I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I find a decent font colour. If not, it's back to opacity adjustment again. And I might lose the effect I want in the process.

But hey, my original plan was to do a blogskin with slight angst, except half the images I found were of Brennan & Booth laughing their ass off or smiling, so it turned out... rather hopeful. Totally unintended. But at least it makes me think of happy moments in Bones. And all the goofy banter.

AND NOW I FEEL SO HAPPY 'COS THIS SONG JUST REMINDS ME THAT BRENNAN AND BOOTH WILL GET TOGETHER IN THE END (if they don't I will fly to US and poke Hart Hanson in the eye with a pencil)!

There's one quote I love to bits in season 5. Here it is:

You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering – that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, or maybe you’ll break theirs and never be able to look at yourself in the same way.

Those are the risks.

You see two people and you think, they belong together, but nothing happens. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable.

That's the burden. Like wings, they have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.

A burden that allows us to fly.
-Season 5 finale

Man, the scriptwriters are geniuses. I want their brains, Lord. I want it.

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