#harrys just swimming in glasses pools ponds

[bluewinnerangel]

They did such a good job writing RIGHT NOW(Harry, Louis, Liam and Julian) . They put two different perspectives in the same song so we have the chorus and the verses that tell two stories with the bridge closing the gap/not being specific. I love it so so much.

The other guys/Liam

I love this feeling and right now

I wish you were here with me

'Cause right now,

Everything is new to me.

You know I can't fight the feeling.

And every night I feel it.

Right now

I wish you were here with me.

Harry and Louis

Late night spaces with all our friends, you and me, yeah.

Love these faces just like how it used to be..

Lights go down and I hear you calling to me, yeah.

Do you have an analysis on it?

That's interesting! And no I didn't have an analysis on it but of course this turned into one :) This got a bit deeper than I expected.

A Lyric analysis of 1D's Right Now below the cut:

Indeed the chorus and verse could be read as being at a different timepoint or from another persons perspective, so I'll just hussle the lyrics a little bit for the analysis:

Verse 1:

Lights go down and the night is calling to me I hear voices singing songs in the street And I know that we won't be going home for so long But I know that I won't be on my own I love this feeling and

So this is positive right? Lights go down -> They just had a show, and now they're gonna make some midnight memories. Then it's just ~description of nightlife~, followed by that they know they won't be going home anytime soon, they're going to be out touring for a while, but they are NOT alone, they're in this together, and they're loving it

Verse 2:

Late night spaces with all our friends, you and me Love these faces just like how it used to be [repeat of lines 3-5 of verse 1]

This can either be reminiscent of a time they were home, but to me it sounds more like having their friends with them on tour, as the "late night spaces" are what happens when the "lights go down".

"Love these faces" -> familiar faces, these people I know and trust,

"just like how it used to be" -> celebrating a feeling of normalcy, away from the crazy fame part that's their daytime life now, it's what happens late at night, at night they can be themselves surrounded by true friends. It's positive, it's comfortable, it's celebratory. Then there's "you and me are with our friends" -> there's not really a hint of "I wish you were here" in there, their person is there with them.

Chorus:

Right now I wish you were here with me 'Cause right now everything is new to me You know I can't fight the feeling and every night I feel it Right now I wish you were here with me

First your, anons, interpretation as it being from another person's perspective: In contrast to the "I" in the verses, my person isn't here with me, and I wish they were, I can't fight feeling like this, and every night when we're all together I can't help but miss you.

Basically "I wish you were here with me" is what throws off the entire meaning of the chorus vs verses as it doesn't fit but I got an idea of why that might be, I'll go there after I've gone over the lyrics. The rest does fit:

"everything is new to me" -> ties in with "just like how it used to be", basically their friend's faces are reminding them of a pre-fame time, everything else surrounding them is new, is we're famous now, is we're living this crazy life now.

"You know I can't fight the feeling and every night I feel it" -> ties in with "I love this feeling", what's the feeling? It could just be touring, being in all this together, or the feeling of all my favorite conversations always made in th AM, talking out of our asses after a show

Bridge:

And I could do this forever And let's go crazy together

Again just, we're on this crazy succesfull band tour life insanity together.

Wish You Were Here

I don't interpret this song as sad and missing home/someone who isn't there with them at all. The only sentence that doesn't fit the whole vibe is "Right Now I Wish You Were Here with me", and I think that's because it's a reference to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. Right Now and this song cover the same themes, although 1D's songs is uh.. a lot easier to digest, just a little simple boppy popsong, while Wish You Were Here is a masterpiece. Anyway, they all are big big Pink Floyd fanboys and this song is referenced throughout their work time and time again, so why not this one too.

I've been waiting to drop all the Wish You Were Here references I found (so far) in a post so I'm just gonna plomp that down here, and also helps to link Right Now to any other possible 1D or otherwise song:

This is THE thing tying this whole thing together so don't skip over looking at these lyrics or you'll miss the plot:

Honestly it's suprising how much you can gain out of simple boybander bop song lyrics, but you can, so here that is: Right Now has an older brother, AM, which in turn is followed up by Niall's This Town. All 3 have Pink Floyd WYWH references in them, and then there's also the outlier Two Ghosts, that doesn't fit in with the others (I got my opinions on this too but maybe not put that here too I mean how many sidetracks do you need). In the pic I didn't highlight how Right Now and AM are similar, because then the whole thing would be colored lol, they're just both going "we're chilling together in the middle of the night and it's a great feeling", while This Town is reminiscent of that time, and weaving a narrative of the "you" being a lover around it (nope that's totally not a placeholder for the band nope not at all nope).

PF's Wish You Were Here is part of the same-titled album that explores dealing with that whole world they were put in: (being exhausted from) touring, fame and seeing those who rose to fame with them losing themselves in it, how shitty the music industry is, reminiscing simpler times in the craziness of it all. If you don't know it, listen to it, read about it, this description really doesn't do it justice not even a little bit, moving on. Wish You Were Here can be interpreted as making it big, selling themselves out and reflecting on it, trying to stay grounded: So you think you can tell what's bad from what's good, what's real from what's fake, what matters from what doesn't in life, and that however big, however insane (and fake) it gets, wherever it leads you, you're still that same old person, still facing the same old fears and problems, you and me are still the same people we were before all this. Don't you wish things were the way they were before it all got so crazy sometimes? "I wish you were here" -> I wish this pre-fame version of life (or me, or you being my friend that rose to fame along with me) were here with me, I wish sometimes we were there again.

And then there's the cover art of Wish You Were Here vs Harry in Golden:

Niall's No Judgement features 2 fishies swimming in a fishbowl:

Eroda promo:

Some unnecessary reaches, sometimes I dedicate posts to pointing at leaves, now I'm pointing at fish: 5 fishies here,

5 fishies there (Zayn - Entertainer) (the top one on the right is just a reflection)(yes this is a stupid reach just let me have fun)

Gets an ask about Right Now, ends up sharing at a screenshot of 5 fish in Zayn's music video, thinking how the fuck did I get here

Basically ot5 are 5 Pink Floyd fanfishies swimming around in their glasses and talking out of their asses. No actual wishing someone is there with them other than eachother and the importance of staying their real true grounded selves amidst all the craziness, something they have shown to value many times!

For more like this:

A reading of Harry's Another Man mixtape top 10 songs of all time - Perfect Now - Love You Goodbye - Sunflower vol 6 rabbit hole

#harrys just swimming in glasses pools ponds #just swimming everywhere #swimming around in their glasses when happy #swimming in a glass half empty when things start to go wrong #theres no water in the swimming pool at his lowest low #fishies #wish you were here #smart things with lyrics #<- thats the tag for song analyses #welikeparallels #right now #AM #also a little bit of #two ghosts #this town #pink floyd hours

[thiswasinevitableid]

76. it’s my birthday and you just fucking ruined my party and I don’t even know you

Danbrey, sfw or nsfw, please!

Here you go! I went SFW on this one

“Wow, dude, this is so fancy.” Jake takes in the dining room of Yosemite Lodge, “look, napkins!”

“Jake, we have cloth napkins back home.” Dani smiles fondly; while she’s more interested in the location and the decor, she agrees with her brothers overall enthusiasm.

The rest of Amnesty Lodge, where Dani lives and works, pooled their resources to surprise her with a weekend trip to Yosemite for her twenty-fifth birthday. She would have been happy camping, but they even went to the trouble of booking rooms in the main lodge and scheduling her a birthday dinner in the restaurant that looks out onto the valley.

Mama whistles at the menu from her seat at the head of the table, “damn, this is a good lookin dinner.”

Dani picks up the single sheet of paper, the silver writing informing her the meal with consist of a summer salad, shrimp scampie, and a strawberry rhubarb tart for dessert. When she glances across the table, Barclay is smiling down into his water glass.

“Oh my god, did you request a specific menu just for me?”

Her friend nods, blushing a little, “Head chef is an old friend from my line cook days.”

“Aw, you guys.” She sips the fancy cider Barclay ordered for the table, “you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You ain’t had a real party in years; seemed time to fix that.” Mama’s about to say something else when the fire alarm blares through the room and a server asks that everyone please exit through the side doors into the courtyard.

“Probably just a false alarm.” Barclay leans against a decorative rock.

“Uh, dudes? I smell smoke.”

Dani cranes her neck, tracks the path of the curling smoke through the lights from the windows to the main meeting room on the bottom floor of the hotel. A woman about her age, dressed entirely in red and black with, “The Lady Flame” emblazoned on her sparkly jacket, is talking and gesturing rapidly with disgruntled staff.

Two minutes later, the same woman steps onto the lawn with a sheepish smile.

“Hi everyone! It’s safe to go back in now. I, um, there was a tiny accident with some flashpaper. I think. Anyway, point is, I’m super sorry and there’s no more fire so please come enjoy my show. Oh, but, um, we have to move to the dining room due to some, um, ash.”

Just as she says this, one of the servers whispers in Barclays ear.

“Fuck. Sorry gang, sounds like we gotta postpone until tomorrow; whatever party booked ms fireball over there is gonna take up the whole restaurant.”

Dani sighs, resigning herself to a night of vending machine dinner as they head back inside. Then a hand settles on her arm and she’s locking eyes with the person who just ruined her evening.

“Hey, I always ask the cutest girl in the audience to be my assistant for the next bit. Do you want to-”

She pulls her arm away, “Yeah, hard pass, I’m not in whatever group decided to book you. I’m the person who’s birthday is getting turfed for your party.”

The magician cringes, “EEsh, I’m so sorry, I’ll, um, I’ll just.” She steps back, eyes glued to her black boots. As Dani continues into the lodge, she swears she hears the same voice go, “aw beans.”

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The spring sunshine feels perfect, the breeze is gentle, and there are literal bluebirds calling around her. Dani feels like a dang disney princess as she naps on a rock near one of the meadows.

Something--a chipmunk, she assumes--munches the grass below her.

“Dr Harris Bonkers, no! This is a national park and I’m not letting my only son go to jail for vandalism.”

Dani rolls onto her side in time to see the magician from last night scooping a massive, orange rabbit from the ground. When she straightens enough to notice she’s not alone, the woman freezes.

“Um. Hi. Again.”

“Hi.” Not feeling like rehashing last night, she studies the rabbit, “should he really be running around out here?”

“Not even remotely. He was supposed to stay in my room, but he gnawed his way out of his carrier, hopped onto the windowsill, and decided to bounce when he saw all the plants out here.” She cautiously sits on the edge of the rock, rabbit in her lap, “I really am sorry about last night. I never used to have problems during my shows, but lately it’s like my flashpaper has a freaking mind of its own. I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t screw with anybody’s plans but mine.”

“It’s fine.” Dani shrugs, “we’re just going to do a dinner re-do tonight.”

The woman bites a matte black lip, “Could I, um, make it up to you?”

“How?”

“Well, it’s your birthday, right? You’re supposed to spend your birthday doing things you like, so I could, like, keep you company while you do them?”

It would be nice to have a hiking buddy. Mama is taking a well-deserved nap, Barclay is off for a swim, and Jake found some rock climbers to hang with. And while the Lady Flame looked good last night, today she’s downright gorgeous. The dyed-red streaks in her curly, black hair, the freckles, black shorts that make her butt look incredible, all of it adds up to someone Dani wouldn’t mind spending the day with.

“Do you have shoes you can hike in?”

She kicks up one leg, showing off her Doc Martens, “I once walked five miles in these with no problems.”

“Great. Let’s get the doctor” she rubs the rabbit’s ears, “somewhere safe and get on the trail.”

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The hike’s only three and a half miles, but it’s taking them a long time to complete it. Not because they’re slow, but because Aubrey (as the Lady Flame calls herself) keeps stopping to look at or point out any interesting thing that catches her eye. It’s adorable.

Dani likes when she points out plants, because then she can show off a little.

“Dang, you really know your plants.” Aubrey stoops to take a picture of some Scarlet Monkeyflower.

“I run the teaching garden out back of the Lodge. Uh, Amnesty Lodge, where I live, not this one.”

“Coooool. I keep thinking about making Dr. Harris Boners a little garden when I finally find a place to stay put for awhile, but everything is always about how to keep bunnies out of your garden.”

“I mean, they can really trash it if you’re not careful.”

“I believe it, Dr. Harris Bonkers can take out a whole patch of rug in, like, ten minutes.”

“Herbs would probably be okay, clover too. I guess it depends on how much space you have.”

“Probably not much” Aubrey holds out a hand to help her across a creek, “traveling magicians don’t make much.”

Their talk turns to Aubrey’s life on the road, and her various misadventures trying to transport a fifteen pound rabbit on public transit. When they reach the waterfall that marks the trails end, they slip off their shoes and socks to dip their feet in the nearby pond, shoulders touching as they compare notes on growing up in sometimes stressful family situations.

It’s well after lunchtime when they get back, so they sit in the meadow and split a bag of chips, shooing away several overly ambitious squirrels. Mama joins them for a bit, and Dani smiles when she notices how quickly the older woman takes to Aubrey. Mama can never turn down a stray.

Dani’s already scheming for how to spend the last day of her vacation with Aubrey when the magician turns down her invitation to dinner. She’s a little disappointed, but Aubrey promises she’ll see her later.

Her birthday dinner redux is halfway into its second course when the lights at the front of the room brighten and the ones above her dim.

“And now, as an added, surprise treat for this evening's meal, the magnificent Lady Flame is here to dazzle you all with her astounding feats of magic!” The server at the edge of the room gives a thumbs up and Aubrey bounds into view, smile glittering brighter than her outfit.

To Dani’s delight, Aubrey is an amazing magician; her tricks are interesting, her patter is the same funny, energetic pace that their conversations were this afternoon, and her assistant is adorable. When she declares she needs a volunteer for her next trick, she’s holding her hand out to Dani before anyone else can raise theirs.

The trick turns out to be picking cards and showing them to the audience, though Dani notices Aubrey devotes as much sleight of hand to brushing their fingers together as she does to her act.

“And now, esteemed audience, I will produce a flower from my lovely assistant's hair!”

Dani smiles, then claps along with everyone else as Aubrey produces a spring of Larkspur from thin air. Literally, Dani cannot for the life of her tell where she was hiding it. Or how she was able to get what Dani said was her favorite flower on such short notice.

Aubrey finishes up her act (and doesn’t set anything on fire) to thunderous applause, and Dani spots Mama leaning over to whisper something to Barclay, who nods thoughtfully. It’s only after the magician has taken her last bow that Dani has a horrible realization; Aubrey went to all that trouble to make her birthday dinner memorable, and she didn’t get to eat any of it.

Her white sandals sink into the carpet as she carries a plate down to Aubrey’s room. When her new friend opens the door, she’s between worlds; sparkly jacket on top, red pajama pants on the bottom.

“I brought you some cake. Or, uh, I guess it’s a tart.” She holds out the plate and Aubrey takes it, cheeks going pink, “since you didn’t get the rest of the dinner.”

“Thanks” Aubrey steps back so Dani can join her in the room, “it’s chill that I didn’t get to join you all; I wanted to make up for ruining your dinner last night.”

“You already did way more than that. Aubrey, this was the nicest day I’ve had in months, and most of that is because I got to spend it with you.”

“I dunno, feel weird getting cake from a thing I crashed.” Aubrey is fidgeting with her bracelets, blushing harder every time she looks up and finds Dani still smiling at her.

“Can I give you something else instead?” Dani takes a half-step forward.

“Sure! What-” Aubrey’s words fade into a little sigh as Dani wraps her arms over her shoulders. Then her back bumps into the nightstand as Aubrey throws herself into a kiss.

“Hey” Dani teases, nibbling her ear as Aubrey holds her tighter, “you messed up my big reveal.”

“Aw dang, guess I’ll have to make it up to you.” Aubrey slips her hands down to the small of her back, “how does even more making out sound?”

Dani pulls her towards the bed, heart buzzing with warmth at the sight of her smile and the touch of her hands, “like the best birthday gift ever.”

#danbrey #aubrey little/dani #taz amnesty #meet ugly

[harrykilledmoi]

Silence + Noise | Part One

1985. Manhattan, New York.

Noise, a live fast, die young, wild child living in the Chelsea Hotel, meets Harry, a newly immigrated, struggling, young poet in search of inspiration.

This is a story about life. A life so loud it’s quiet, and so quiet it’s silent. Fast and fleeting. It's about music and poetry and art in the filthy dwellings of its creators in New York City.

Rated: M (for language) Word Count: 5.3K Themes:  AU, angst, 80s!Harry, Poetrry, love at first sight??? Pairing: Harry Styles x OFC Warnings: drug use + addiction, smoking

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Harry remembers the exact date and time that he first saw her.

June 30th, 1985.

10:34pm.

Although it could've been 10:36 as he was still unsure if his wristwatch was still running two minutes too slow. He does, however, vividly remember the weather.

The last remnants of spring were being washed away with the droplets that cascaded from the heavens that night. He'd thought he'd been lucky enough to leave the rain behind when he moved to New York, but like his writer's block, it seems the heavy clouds followed him across the pond as well. He was in search of inspiration and his small English county could no longer provide that for him. He'd only been in the city for a week but had still yet to find his footing, his place. It was the very words of Ginsberg that brought him to the seedy, down-at-the-heels boroughs of New York City, that propelled him to get on that plane, that brought him to her. Whatever the poets of Gotham were smoking, he wanted in.

He'd been walking down Canal Street that night, the rain lightly kissing the tops of his cheeks, puddles flooding around the soles of his loafers. Why he'd decided to wear the dark leather footwear on a night like that night was beyond him. It was his first official night out in the city, so it could be said that he subconsciously wanted to look his best. He'd spent his first week in the city holed up in his apartment. A corner walk up in an old hotel that rented rooms by the month.

The Hotel Chelsea.

The heartbeat of the city located in its underbelly.

He knew it from literature, from music, from art. He was told it was where artists are conceived, born, and died in a never ending forest fire of pathos, ethos, and on very rare occasions, logos. Swimming in a pool of their own shit and only their own shit, and then somehow making it glitter like gold. He was told it was where the muses lived. Every single one, from every myth and every legend. He was just waiting to meet his own.

He ducks into a dimly lit concrete stairwell when the rain begins to pick up. Soaking through the unbuttoned-at-the-top shirt he'd been gifted by a friend before leaving home. He stands under the small coverage provided by the building above him. Watching as bright yellow taxi cabs wiz by, distorting the already distorted refraction of soft warm light that spilled from the street lamps above. He watches a couple kiss in the rain before departing and going their separate ways and yet, although he was in the presence of such a magnificent amount of pulchritude, Harry was still unable to string words together into a verse that would do it justice.

A muffled cheer sounds from behind a door he hadn't realized led to anything, catching his attention. He turns, peaking into the frosted glass window located in the center of the old wooden door, leaning so close his nose flattens against it and his breath fogs the glass beyond its frost. He squints, trying to get a peek inside when the door swings open. He steps back swiftly, heart pounding, lungs heaving for air, hand pressed to his chest. The culprit, standing in the doorway eyeing him. Platinum blonde hair is the first thing he sees, then a sharply arched eyebrow over icy blue irises, and a cigarette, pressed between two lips painted in a maraschino cherry hue.

Harry struggles to collects himself when she side steps and gestures for him to enter or leave, either way, the purpose was to get him out of her way. His eyes are still locked on hers, swimming the in whirlpool of her energy, feet about to touch the sandy bottom of the frozen ocean within her eyes.

A snap of her fingers in the space between them pulls him out of his liquid dream like a buoy pulling a drowning boy to safety.

"Move it or lose it, I haven't got all day."

Her voice is unlike anything Harry had ever heard before. Although she looked lithe and delicate, her voice held grit and power. With an edge Harry could only imagine the sharpness of.

He squeezes past her through the door, their chest brushing as he scuttles. He dwindles when he catches a whiff of her. Whiskey and cigarettes and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. Vanilla? Sandalwood? Whatever it was, he wanted more of it.

She scoffs as she pushes past him into the evening downpour, forcing him further than he'd planned on going. He turns quickly and watches her ascend the drenched concrete steps as the door closes, her tall, chunky heeled boots slapping against them like duck wings on water.

He stands there, staring through the small rectangular window at her blurred silhouette. It isn't until he's shoved lightly to the side, and then back, further into the bar by people trying to exit, that he realizes just how long he'd been standing there. In the process he loses sight of her.

The door opens again and Harry is pulled further into the small bar by a wayward group of people. He concedes in that moment, walking through the dive on at his own accord. His mind still spinning with a looped triptych of the encounter.

This was a new experience for Harry, the momentary loss of self in a stranger, specifically supernal, a particularly peculiar case of sonder. He'd had the luxury of knowing everyone in his small town and therefore had not been afforded the company of fresh faces and anomalous auras for the majority of his adult years of life. This was a feeling Harry wanted to relish in, to drink and be drunk on and its catalyst had just walked out the door to indulge in her nicotine laced vice, and in all probability, to not to be seen by him again. New York is a big city. All big, blinding lights and an even bigger populace.

That, however, didn't stop him from nursing an inaudible prayer on his lips as he ambles carefully through the bar, hoping, while trying to keep hold of realistic expectations, to catch a glimpse of the fair-haired sparkler one more time before he, himself, burned out.

The room, puzzlingly humid, dimly lit, and thick with people, carried the stench of old beer and rotting wood. A heavy cloud of cigarette smoke floats up from the crowd and threads through the dank wooden beams of the ceiling. The walls, covered in a deep red, are peeling and fading into a grimy brown, reminding Harry of the rust that sat on his neighbour's old chevy back in Cheshire. The floor, beer soaked wood that Harry was sure could give out at any moment if they weren't below street level.

Everyone in the room was gathered around a small stage made of old skids in the middle of the small space. A woman, small in stature with tousled brown hair tucked under a dark gray pageboy cap and black, thick rimmed glasses, stands on the stage in front of a microphone.

Harry heads to what he assumes could only be the bar. As if the rows of liquor bottles located behind a very well groomed young man hadn't been a clear enough indicator. His look, a stark contrast to the dwellers in the bar. A crisp white short sleeve button up, tucked into a pair of sharp black trousers, held in place with a black belt, silver buckle.

"What can I get you?"

Harry looks up at the bartender, then over to the bottles of liquor on the wall. A decent sized plank of driftwood sits snug in the center of the middle row of bottles. 'The Sick Rose' it read in a delicate, hand-painted cursive, the same red that dressed the walls.

He looks back over at the bartender who is watching him, waiting patiently for his answer.

"Whiskey, neat."

The bartender smiles before turning to grab the bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind him. He grabs a glass from under the bar top and place it in front of Harry before pouring.

Harry watches him intently, taking in every detail. From the way his brows furrow when the liquor splashes up against the side of the cup and onto the bar to the 'nectar of the gods' glisten of the liquid in the glass.

With a tight but genuine smile, the bartender pushes the glass towards him. Harry reaches into his pants and takes out a balled up fiver. He flattens it out on the bar top, a light, embarrassed chuckle leaves his lips before he hands it over, returning the smile with a curt nod.

Feedback bleeds momentarily over the sound of soft conversation drawing Harry's attention. He picks up his drink and turns his attention to the stage.

She's seated on a high stool, the woman on stage, and has a cigarette pressed between her middle and index fingers, the smoke cascading up to join the rest of the crowd's. In her other hand, an old, black and white school jotter with several coloured post-it notes sticking out of every side.

She gets off the stool and steps towards the mic, poised with her book open and resting on her forearm, against her chest. She speaks with candor. Her tone rhythmic, almost musical.

She pauses and the verse rings in Harry's ears. A dull ache pulses through his chest. The tips of his fingers tingle. There's an itch trickling up from under his skin that grows with every word, every pause, every breath.

This is what he'd been looking for. What he had come to New York for. To live and exist as the wordsmiths before him. In a dark dingy basement bar, last legs, glass of whiskey in hand, cigarette smoke clinging to every space. No more thicker than the voltaic energy that has the hair on his arms standing at attention. The baring of souls in stanza, in verse, in caesura, in rhyme. A chorus of pain and lust and life, oh to live a life like this. And now it was his.

He rubs his arm but knows that that isn't what will satiate his craving.

That the only cure lies within the keys of his typewriter and alabaster sheet of 8 ½ by 11.

Harry takes another generous sip of his drink with peeled ears and attentive heart. Hoping that the ability to write something, anything, would strike him like the lightning that had been streaking the sky that night.

He'd almost forgotten about her in the hurricane of poems and poets that swept on and off stage throughout the night. But when he sees her again, hours later, the initial rush of titillation he had felt returns like an unexpected punch to the gut.

He's three glasses of cheap whiskey deep, leaning against the small bar top. The crowd in the bar had gotten boisterous, rowdier, and now instead of poets baring their souls to the patrons, there's a louder than hell band on stage. He's sure they have no idea how to play their instruments but the magnanimity of their outrageous on stage antics made them entertaining enough to watch. The lead singer had broken a bottle over his head and made out with three different women on stage within the span of ten minutes and yet, once Harry had caught sight of the platinum stick of dynamite, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She's seated in a worn leather booth at the far end of the room. And although there were copious amounts of intoxicated people standing between them, Harry had managed to maintain a clear and direct line of view.

The first thing he noticed was the smug smirk that never seemed to leave her lips. It was as if she was holding onto a secret that no one, not even herself, knew. The second was that she wasn't alone.

Next to her in the booth sat two people, a man, neck full of tattoos and decked out in leather. His dark, shoulder length hair looked as if it hadn't seen a wash in weeks but Harry could admit that the man was quite handsome, in a dangerous, "I'd steal your car" kind of way. The other, a woman, wild curly hair, tucked under a black beret. Her dark skin shown against the dim lighting in the bar and was a stark contrast to the bright red, latex dress she had on. The outfit was soaked in intimidation but the smile she had affixed on her face as she whispered to the object of Harry's full attention, was soft and genuine.

The blonde head of hair whipped around in Harry's direction and their eyes catch each other's.

In a movement too swift for him to register himself, he turns to face the bar, an embarrassing warmth making its way up his neck. He orders another drink even though he already has a full one in his hand. He throws it back, finishing it before the bartender could put the new one in front of him. Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves before turning back to catch one more glimpse of the blonde matchstick before calling it a night, but just like before she'd disappeared. In fact, the only person sitting there was her female friend, the male compatriot had disappeared as well.

Harry can't help but wonder. Had she gone out for a cigarette, or had she decided to take the brooding tattooed man back to hers. Maybe she'll be back. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she was still here.

He scans the room before his body propels him forward, a heart over head start of an active search, removing him from the bar and into the crowd on people. Popping up every now and then to see over the sea of heads.

When he finally does spot her again, she and neck tattoos are wedged in the narrow hallway leading to the restrooms. Their chests pressed together as they speak in hushed, harsh voices.

"Neck Tattoos" holds a small plastic bag above her head, a frown etched deeply in the curve of his brow and the edges of his lips. Harry watches as she attempts to grab the bag back from the man but fails, falling into him, her head turning and immediate locking eyes with Harry's curiously impeding stare. Her eyebrows furrow and her lips pucker. Her gaze is intense, hard but it sends a neon jolt of electricity through Harry's body.

She looks away, pushing herself away from "Neck Tattoos'" chest, as she makes another attempt to grab the baggy from him by propping herself up onto her toes. His large tattooed hand wraps itself around her wrist tightly and her eyebrows furrow in pain as he leans closer to her. Harry's body jerks forward as her eyes drift back over to his. His legs move to carry him closer but halts momentarily to size up the situation.

He'd always been someone who thought about actions and their consequences before making rash decisions. Logical and reliable were words that could be said to be synonymous with Harry Styles.

Heck! The most impulsive thing he'd ever done was what had brought him into this very situation. He didn't think a bar fight would be in the cards for him, ever. But he figures there's a first time for everything.

Harry makes his way over to them as quickly as he can, bobbing and weaving through the crowd, trying to keep an eye on the situation all the while trying to figure out how he was going to incapacitate "Neck Tattoos", who looked to be about a whole head taller than him.

The crowd seems to be fighting against him, trying to keep him away but he fights against it anyway. In that moment, Harry likens himself to salmon swimming upstream in the frigid autumn waters. A dangerous journey but to give up would go against their nature. Fight, however, was not in his nature but he thought himself fiercely passionate and empathetic which could be the same, he thinks. Harry finally breaks through the crowd and is within spitting distance of the two just as the snowy haired firecracker winds up and socks "Neck Tattoos" square in the nose.

Harry's eyes widen as "Neck Tattoos" falls, landing at his feet. He stares at the man on the floor before trailing his sights up to the woman who'd mystified him the short time they had been aware of the other's existence.

Her hand whips up and down as if shaking it will rid it of the throbbing that had begun to consume the limb. She bends down over "Neck Tattoos", retrieving the reason for the abruptly violent situation that oddly enough, no one else in the small bar acknowledged. She pats him on the shoulder comfortingly, her smirk returning to its place between her lips.

"Probably should get that checked out John. Broken nose wouldn't do that pretty face any favours."

Her words are firm but underneath it, there was a hint of something that told Harry that she actually was friends with "Neck Tattoos". That she cared about him, although her actions seemed to say otherwise.

She stands, and in the process notices one of her bruised knuckles bleeding. She brings it to her mouth, and it's all Harry can stare at, eyes still as wide as a deer in headlights.

Her icy blue orbs move up from the floor to Harry's face and he melts.

"Thanks for all the help man."

Her blood stained lips spit the sarcastic benediction with the prick of a sharp dagger.

Harry blinks. He opens his mouth and finds it hard to form words with the amount of indescribable feelings rushing through his blood stream, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

She sighs, rolling her eyes, and pushes past him, stepping over "Neck Tattoos", to a door adjacent to them. Harry twists his head to follow her, in a daze. It isn't until a loud clang sounds, the door closing, that he snaps out of it.

The spinning in his head comes to a standstill but the bubbling in his veins is far from subsiding.

His body is moving towards the door before his head can even fathom it. The pull is so magnetic. It's as if his soul had left his body and is pulling him along by hand, it's celestial.

He moves quickly, almost a blur, as he jogs out of the bar and into a dark lit alley. The rain had stopped and had left behind tiny reflective orbs of liquid on every surface that sparkled even in the darkness. He spins to his left, then his right in search of a halo of bleached tresses but comes up short.

A weight lands on his chest and trickles down to the pit of his stomach.

Regret, maybe. Nausea, definitely.

Should've said something.

He spins on the heels of his now drenched loafers with the intention of heading back inside to grab one more drink and quell his overstimulated mind and heart. He reaches for the large metal handle, when something catches his eye. A spark, several. Flickering and flashing to an off kilter beat. Small but bright in the darkness of the alley.

He closes his eyes and takes in a breath before letting go of the door handle. He takes a step away from the door, relieving his filled lungs with an aggressive puff. He's already been reckless thus far tonight, what's one more ill informed decision.

He opens his eyes and takes a few cautious steps towards the continuous tiny combustion. Slowly, hands curled in tight fists in case something or someone jumped out at him. In case he met one of those colossal rodents that New York was so famous for.

When he gets closer and his eyes adjust to the low light, he sees her. Leaning up against the grimy, graffiti filled, brick wall of the bar, cigarette between her lips, lighter in her bruised hand, pint glass filled with beer in the other. A brisk breeze flows through the wind tunnel alley way as she struggles with the lighter. A slick curse passes her lips every time the lighter goes out without lighting the cigarette.

Harry walks up to her, still cautious but fists unclenched.

"Need help?"

Harry chokes out the words but it's enough to cause her eyes to flick up, landing on the smile he struggles to keep soft. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he steps forwards, cupping his hands around the lighter when she tries to flick it again. This time, the cigarette lights and she breathes out an audible sigh that dances around the smoke as it leaves her lips and Harry finally finds his voice.

"Y'alright?"

His eyes trace the lines of her face that are faintly illuminated by the end of her cigarette. Her soft lines a stark contrast to her hard glare. The corner of her lips fixed in a subtle scowl.

"Could be better."

Harry nods. He racks his brain for something to say. Anything to hold her attention for just a little while. Anything to keep this energy, au courant, from fizzling out.

If words came easier to him he wouldn't be in this alley. He'd be back in Holmes Chapel, in his makeshift cave of books and trinkets and old wood. With candles that smelt of Christmas and full body warmth, and his family would be just a quick jaunt away.

"You like poetry?"

Idiot.

He mentally curses his inability to come up with something less benign but stops when she lets out a loud, choking laugh. Her head tossed back in sweet amusement.

"Do I like poetry?"

She forces out through her chuckles.

"Is that a line?"

Her eyebrow peaks as she takes another drag of her cigarette then blows the smoke in Harry's direction. He blinks rapidly, the smoke causing his eyes to gloss over.

"You don't have to try so hard. If you wanted to take me home then all you had to do is ask. You're pretty and honestly I'm not picky."

Harry's eyes widen as he shakes his head, his eyes darting to a piece of soaked garbage on the cement, a candy wrapper.

Never had he met a woman so forward, so unapologetically crass and yet, still so enthralling.

"S'not what I want," he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. His front teeth press down so heavily he thinks he might've drawn blood.

"Really?"

She flicks the ash of her cigarette and brings it back up to her lips. A crooked smile cause the smoke to exit her mouth from the side rather than in Harry's face. He nods, it's subtle, but she acknowledges his answer.

"Doesn't seem like it. You've been watching me all night and when people do that it usually means one of two things. One, you want to fuck them or two," she take another drag, "you're a perverted stalker."

Harry's attention snaps back at her.

"M'not a stalker."

She steps closer to him, her body flush with his.

"I believe you," her voice is soft as her hand runs down Harry's shirt collar, fingers hovering just above where his exposed skin starts and not stopping its descent, "and that's sad because I'm sure we would've had a good time. Never done it with one of the Queen's sons before. Guess I won't be crossing that off my bucket list tonight."

She steps away from him and flicks her cigarette. It hits the wall causing the cherry to burst and glowing ash to trickle down like fireworks on the fourth of July. She walks past him towards the door but pauses before opening it. Looking over her shoulder at him, she shakes her head and laughs before disappearing into the building.

Harry stands alone in the alley. His body quivers with shock, with fear, with sheer excitement.

His heart was beating in his ears. His head, a spinny, dizzying top, unrelenting in its momentum.

He attempts to steady his breathing as he leaves the alley, stepping onto the sidewalk. The streets no longer bare as the patrons of bars and clubs alike pour out, where they'd follow the call of the rest of their night. An after party here, a quick, regrettable in the morning fuck there.

Harry bobs and weaves through people, still high off of the sheer aura of the woman. Missing a step and nearly eating shit as he descends down the stairs into Canal Street station.

He dawdles through the station, stopping to take a look at some of the musings of urban philosophers in permanent marker on the walls. Declarations of love and lust, names of places and people, numbers if you're in need of a good time.

"I'm sure we would've had a good time."

He checks his pockets for his wallet or some change when he gets to the pay toll but comes up short. He throws his head back and sends a curse out to the universe.

A chime sounds and Harry double times his pace, looking left and right before hopping over the turnstile. All but flying down the steps, he glides into the train just as the doors begin to close, narrowly missing his torso.

He catches his breath as he looks around the near empty train car for a seat. An elderly woman with a small buggy filled to the brim with groceries offers him a soft smile to which he returns as her makes his way to the far end of the car.

He takes a seat, his back to the window. He clasps his hands together as the train enters the tunnel. His body shakes and rumbles with the movements of the vehicle as a loud, low whistle fills the space around him.

He leans back, resting his head against the glass with eyes closed. Words bloom behind his eyelids like spring flowers but refusing to link together like a daisy chain to create anything worth writing down. His lips part as a heavy sigh floats past them. The train comes to a halt as his eyes open with the door.

His eyes shift to the doors as the elderly woman makes her way slowly off the train.

She passes and when she's clear of his line of view, a glimmer of pale blonde catches his eye.

A few blinks and a double take help clear his vision.

There she is. Sitting at the other end of the train, head bobbing back and forth to the tempo of whatever tune is floating through the headphones that are snug around her ears. A bright red portable cassette player rests on her lap, legs clad in houndstooth.

Although she was quite a distance away from him, he could see her now. Really see her. Her hair glows in the fluorescent subway lights and Harry is like a moth to a flame.

When she stands to get off the train, he does as well. Stepping out of the train a few doors down from her. On the wall, in mosaic tile is the name of the station, his stop. He heads towards the stairs, staggering his pace to stay a few feet behind her.

She walks with purpose, with power. A strut that says stay the fuck out of my way.

When they make all the same turns Harry chalks it up to more than coincidence.

Divine intervention maybe? Not likely.

As they both close in on the hotel, Harry decides that he's going to say something. But when she stops abruptly in her tracks, it throws him for a loop. His legs, not quite registering what was happening, continue to bring him forward and closer to her than he'd planned. She spins around quickly, her eyes landing directly on his as he stops a few steps away from her.

"Are you following me?"

She points a sharply manicured finger at him. Harry steps back, shaking his head. He holds up his hands in surrender.

"M'not. I swear, it's just a-"

"Pervy stalker," a sing-song lilt carries the accusation from her mouth to Harry's ears.

Harry's eyebrows furrow.

"I live here?" It's a question more than a statement. He points to the building.

"You sure? You don't seem so sure."

Harry clears his throat as his hands fall to his sides.

"I do, I live here."

She raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Where's your key?"

Harry sighs, defeated.

"Was in my wallet, but I lost it."

"Your key?"

"My wallet."

She hums, nodding slowly. Her eyes narrow as she leans forward. She steps back and turns on her heel.

"Sucks."

She approaches the front door of the hotel, putting her key in the lock. She pulls it open with brute force before looking over at Harry, who's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, alone.

"Well are you coming or what?"

He nods quickly as he breaks into a light jog. Slipping past her through the door she'd holding open with her back.

As they begin their ascent up the main square spiral staircase Harry can't help but let his mind wander. Questions bounce around his mind and on to his tongue like a diving board. A deep dive, cannonball wave pool displaces his quietness.

"What's your name?"

It's soft but she hears him.

"Noise."

Her voice echoes off the walls, stinging like a sour note.

"Noise? Your parents couldn't have possibly-"

"They didn't," she cuts him off with an over shoulder smirk so devious Harry could swear for a split second he'd seen the devil himself. Afraid to ask anymore questions he stays quiet.

They reach the 4th floor and she stops, turning around the face him.

"This is me," she points to a bright teal door, the number 412 affixed to the center in bold brass.

Harry nods.

"Where're you headed?" She asks.

"512," his answer is curt as he keeps his eyes on the ground.

"Not sure how you're gonna get in without a key. You might just have to sleep in the hallway until maintenance comes in the next few hours."

Harry groans but nods, wishing her a goodnight, frustrated that he wouldn't he able to sleep in his own bed tonight.

He turns and begins to continue up the stairs.

"Hey 512," Noise calls out. Harry stops mid step and turns around to a mound of black leather being tossed in his direction. He fumbles when it hits his chest but catches it, his wallet.

"Welcome to New York."

Harry watches as she slides through her front door. His eyes narrow but the corner of his mouth lifts as he jogs the rest of the way to his apartment.

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[alraedesigns]

Q&A

stolen from @something-tofightfor

1. Do you put ketchup on hotdogs? Yes, always. Sometimes with relish or cheese.

2. Choice of soda? Ginger ale or coke. Cream soda if I'm feeling fancy.

3. Do you put salt on watermelon? Nope. I had no idea people did that, but now I want to try it.

4. Can you swim? Yes, I love to swim. Ocean/pond/swimming pool, it does not matter.

5. Hot dogs or burgers? It depends on my mood. I love them equally.

6. Favorite type of food?  Italian or Vietnamese. There's a Vietnamese restaurant near me that I could eat from every night 🤤

7. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes, we had something in the house i grew up in. If you were in the basement you could hear foot steps above you or a little girls voice laughing. It was a 100 year old house, creepy stuff happened all of the time.

8. What do you drink in the morning? Water or juice. I'm stuck in Pink Cranberry right now.

9. Can you do 100 push-ups? Not a snowball's chance in hell. I have no upper body strength. Sit ups, yes.

10. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Spring. Everything is growing again and the temperature is perfect. Plus, baby groundhogs in the yard 😍

11. Your favorite animal? It's between a skunk and a possum. I love them.

12. Tattoos? One on my inner ankle. I eventually want to get a floral piece done i just keep switching up what I want.

13. Do you wear glasses? Yes, but not as much as I should.

14. Do you have a fear? Being alone in the dark outside. I don't know what's out there with me and that is terrifying.

15. Do you have a nickname? Alex with most people, Ali from family and close friends, and Kat only from my mom.

16. Can you change a tire? Yep, I've had to do it for several people. Learned in girl scouts!

17. Favorite flower? I love too many! Casablanca lilies, bearded iris, parrot tulips, and cherry bomb roses. Ask me again and my answer will be different 😄

18. Can you drive a stick? No, I started to learn but Nick sold his standard before I got a handle on it.

19. Ever gone sky diving? No, but my dad wants to go with him when he goes again.

20. Kids? No. I'll watch your kids, I'll hang out with them, and I'll spoil them. I don't want any of my own.

21. Favorite color? Deep teal.

22. Can you whistle? No, and Nick makes fun of me for it.

23. Where were you born? Providence, RI.

24. Surgeries? I had tubes put it when I was little to correct my hearing.

25. Shower or bath? Shower. If I wanted to sit in warm water I would go in a hot tub.

26. Last song you heard? Jump in the Line - Harry Belafonte

27. How many TV’s in your home? 2- living room and basement.

28. Worst pain? I was super dehydrated having a migraine + cramps and ended up in the ER. When the migraine med kicked in, I had a reaction and that made me feel like I was about to crawl out of my skin negate the pain was so intense.

29. Do you like to sing? Yes, my dogs hate it though. I used to go to a karaoke night with friends in college.

30. Are your parents still alive? Yes.

31. Do you like to go Camping? Yes, I love camping. We have a truck camper and go as soon as it's warm enough.

32. What do you binge watch? Everything? Currently King of the Hill or the Office.

33. Pumpkin or pecan? Pumpkin.

34. A photo of yourself.

#about me #hot wieners>hot dogs #we finally have snow again! #I only like kids i can give back #dogs only talk back so much

[mymindsmadness]

Mermaid Draco Part 2

Just to be clear, I had never planned on writing the first part of this. I’m not even sure how I got here XD. It started with an idea, and now I’ve gone and played myself. I suppose I can’t stop now. For every part I write, more and more ideas come to me. I’m not sure if this will be a fully fleshed out story. More of little scenes here and there that would make up part of a story, if that makes sense?

I blame @imadumbbinch @pretty-in-pink007 and @captainchanglingkhat for talking me into it ;D

Once again, I am not a writer. I do this for fun and because I have no life. I’m American, so I’m sorry for any terminology that doesn’t quite mesh well! Also, I’m sorry for typos. It’s just me sitting at a computer, probably with insomnia. 

Read PART ONE 

Harry couldn’t help the way his lips pursed as he watched the bright pink tail breeah the water and smack back down. He knew it was Malfoy’s way of messing with him. Because Harry had been the one to reach out and try to help (again). Why wouldn’t Malfoy want to get under his skin?

“Tell me why he has to stay here again?” He looked to Hermione who mirrored his expression, though he was sure hers had more to do with the paperwork she’d be buried under.

“We’ve never seen a curse like this, Harry. The unspeakable are beside themselves. Ron spoke with Bill and got the names of a few curse breakers, but they’ve never heard of anything like this. Rolf Scamander is on holiday with Luna, so we haven’t heard back from him yet.”

“Are you sure it was a good idea to call him? We don’t want Malfoy on the front page of the Quibbler.”

“You know Luna would never.” She smacked his chest lightly. “Besides, you never use this room anyway.”

That was true. It had been Walburga Black’s old room. Although there was no screaming portrait in here, the room felt dark. It still smelled of stale perfume and tobacco despite the charms that reshaped it into a small pond. It was only about the size of a swimming pool, but it was deep enough for Draco to stretch his – uh… fins? It was all so bizarre to Harry.

“That’s odd…” Hermione mumbled as she watched Malfoy pop out of the water. “His tail… it’s gone white.”

Harry looked over to where Malfoy was leaning on the edge of the ‘pond’, his head resting on his arms as the faux sunlight warmed the room and caused it to grow humid. The scales that lined his sharp cheekbones seemed to shimmer under long blonde lashes. Harry couldn’t help but notice how serene Malfoy looked. He wasn’t sure he had ever seen the other man quite this way. No scowl. No sneer. Just a soft expression. Even his thin lips seemed delicate and plumper under the lack of tension. He cleared his throat and remembered that he was supposed to be looking at Malfoy’s tail. For some reason, that seemed far more intimate. Hermione was right (as she so often was). His tail had turned an iridescent white. It reminded him of Aunt Petunia’s mother of pearl broach.

“What have I told you about my eyes, Potter?” The tone wasn’t as cross as Harry would have expected. When his eyes flickered to Malfoy’s face, he paused. Instead of a sneer, he was met with a small smirk and an assessing gaze. The short twelve hours at Harry’s house had done wonders for him. His skin was no longer translucent, but a creamy white dotted with scales here and there. His cloudy eyes had sharpened and darkened into the familiar mercury color Harry had come to know over the years. And his tail… well, that was still a tail, wasn’t it? Apparently, the folks at the aquarium had put him in the wrong sort of water. Maloy had tried to tell them, but they didn’t understand a word he spoke. 

“Your tail’s gone white.” He said dumbly, not enjoying the way his stomach rolled as Malfoy scoffed.

“I must say, Potter, your skills of deduction speak volumes about our ministry’s auror training programme.” His face had gone flat again; a mask of neutrality. “It changes sometimes.” He shrugged one scaled shoulder.

“What causes that?” Hermione whipped out a pad to write on, nearly scaring Harry out of his skin. He had forgotten she was still there.

Harry watched in amazement as the scales along Draco’s cheekbones started to shift from a pearly white to a light pink, darkening as the color stretched to his shoulders. “I don’t know, Granger. Isn’t this your department?”

“Cursed mermaid gits? Wasn’t on the NEWTS.” Hermione mumbled under her breath, causing Harry to smile fondly down at her. “Given the timing…” She hummed as Malfoy’s eyes darted away. “You know your father’s still locked in Azkaban.”  

“Hermione...“ Harry tried to interject. There was no reason to bring up their pasts now.

“Last I heard, he’s gone a bit mad. They say your mother has taken a lover though. Some muggle barista from what I hear.” Harry’s brows knit as she ignored him and pressed on. Was this even Hermione? Since when did she speak like this? It was almost callous.

“My mother would never!” Harry turned back to Malfoy just in time to see the scarlet red of his scales reaching his tail. “And if you think-“

“Ah.” Hermione smiled and jotted down a few notes. “It is provoked by emotion then.”

“That was a dangerous game.” Harry sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets. He figured he wouldn’t have intervene since the color of Malfoy’s tail was slowly receding. Though, the pouty frown kept its place.

“That’s all I need for now.” Hermione pocked her book and leaned up to press a quick kiss to Harry’s cheek. “We’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

“Yeah.” He would rather sleep off this nightmare of a day, but Hermione enjoyed cooking for him and Ron. It was a shame she wasn’t very good at it. Neither man had the heart to tell her as much, however. Typically, they would take turned shoveling their food into the carnivorous succulent Neville had gifted them. Hermione always commented on how much it’s grown, but could never figure out why. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

When she left, there was a heavy tension in the room that had nothing to do with the newfound humidity. It was only then that Harry realized Hermione had never answered his question about why Draco Malfoy had to stay in his house. Unbuttoning the neck of his auror robes, Harry sank into one of the folding chairs he had brought inside. He pretended to not know that Malfoy watched his every move, once again lounging on the edge of the pond. When Harry forced himself to look in the other man’s direction, only the smallest hints of red remained on his cheekbones. The rest had gone a light pink. His eyes traveled from the iridescent scales to the equally bright eyes. It had been years, years, since Harry had felt that familiar churn in his stomach. At Hogwarts, he couldn’t quite place it. He knew it happened whenever he looked at Malfoy, and figured it was due to apprehension. He was always up to something, after all. After he broke things off with Ginny, he was able to assess it further. It was only after Malfoy disappeared and Harry grew into his own that he realized it was blatant attraction. Even now, as a sodding mermaid, Draco Malfoy was ethereal. And he was still watching Harry.    

That was it though, wasn’t it? They were always watching each other, then and now. Harry never told Hermione or Ron, but when Malfoy went missing, Harry pleaded with Robards to be put on the case. If Malfoy had pissed off to France or whatever, that was fine, but Harry wanted to be sure. There were a lot of people – there were still a lot of people – that wanted the Malfoy’s dead. Harry just wanted to make sure that wasn’t the case. Robards had refused, telling Harry it would be a conflict of interests. When Harry had asked again, Robards threatened to send him back to academy. Slowly, Harry had let the case and Malfoy slip from his mind. But now that he was back, that piece of Harry, the piece that had always been owned by Draco, had awoken again.

“Maybe I should sell you admission like that bloody muggle. If you’re going to stare, I might as well get something out of it.” His words were cross, but his tone was lazy. He had even gone back to resting his chin on his folded arms.

“You’re living in my house, so I think that ought to make us even.” Harry shrugged.

“Technically, it’s my family’s house. But if you’re so desperate to not owe me anything, I suppose I’ll take pity on you and call it even.” Even as a mermaid forced to live in a charmed pond, Draco Malfoy managed to sound superior.

Harry closed his eyes, rubbing them and pushing up his glasses with one movement. “I’m going to leave for dinner soon. Shall I leave you a bucket of kippers, or would that make you feel the need to preform tricks before eating?”

No harsh curses or snarls came after his words. He had just settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose when Malfoy spoke again. “… Harry?” His breath caught and his chest was far too tight as he met steely eyes again. Had Malfoy ever used his first name without insult? But hearing it from Malfoy’s lips wasn’t as good as Harry had hoped. It was small and timid. Maybe under all that bravado, he really was scared. Maybe - “My mother isn’t really dating a muggle, is she?” Harry felt himself deflate with a light laugh and a shake of his head.

“No, Malfoy. She’s not dating a muggle.” It seemed like he deflated too, a small smile on his lips. “Last I heard, it was a house elf.”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #mermaid draco #drarry #my fic #sort of #if you can call it that #what have I done

[rosalyn51]

BOOKS NEWS

All Souls Trilogy: Harry Potter for Grown-Ups?

By Peter Haldeman Jan 17, 2019

Deborah Harkness’s best-selling series — brimming with magic, time travel and witches — has spawned an avid fan base, an annual convention, and now, a splashy TV adaptation.

Photo Credit Magdalena Wosinska for The New York Times

“What is the book you pick up when you’re done with Harry Potter? I’d like to think you’d pick up a big set of chunky books like All Souls, which similarly talks about real issues, but issues facing adults, not teenagers,” said Deborah Harkness.

PASADENA, Calif. — On the patio of the Langham Huntington hotel here, on a sunny afternoon tinged with smoke from the recent wildfires in the area, Deborah Harkness swirled a glass of Jules Taylor sauvignon blanc, sniffed and sipped, then pronounced the wine “zingy. Really zingy. 2017, if I had to guess.” Not an unusual appraisal from an oenophile who once wrote a blog called “Good Wine Under $20.” But then came a less expected disquisition on the quasi-scientific history of winemaking: “There’s all kinds of lore about alchemists fortifying wines and liquors, boiling them down, evaporating, ending up with something they called the spirit of wine.”

Harkness’s wine blog may have won awards from Food & Wine and Saveur, but she is better known as a historian of science and medicine at the University of Southern California — and far better known as the author of a series of novels brimming with alchemy and magic, witches and vampires. All three of the books in her All Souls trilogy — “‘Twilight’ for the intellectually restless,” as NPR described one of the volumes — as well as her most recent novel, “Time’s Convert,” have landed at the top or second spot on The New York Times Best Sellers list.

The trilogy — “A Discovery of Witches,” “Shadow of Night” and “The Book of Life” — has also spawned a fan wiki, an annual convention attended by hundreds of adults who self-identify as supernatural, and a merchandise line that extends to duvet covers. “The series has great brand recognition and some of the most loyal fans on earth,” said Laura Tisdel, Harkness’s editor at Viking. “The books feel like guilty pleasures, but there’s nothing to feel guilty about, because with Deb you’re in the hands of a real honest to god historian.”

Until recently the All Souls brand lacked one critical asset — the splashy television adaptation. But on Jan. 17, Sundance Now and Shudder air the United States premiere of an eight-part series based on “A Discovery of Witches.” (Two more seasons, corresponding to the other books, have been greenlighted.) The show, produced by Bad Wolf and Sky Productions, stars Teresa Palmer as Diana Bishop, the Yale scholar and “reluctant witch” whose discovery of an enchanted manuscript attracts the attention of an assortment of magical beings, including Matthew Clairmont — a smoldering-eyed vampire scientist with designs on Diana — played by the suitably hunky Matthew Goode.

Photo Credit Robert Viglasky/SKY Productions and Sundance Now

Until recently the All Souls brand lacked one critical asset — the splashy screen adaptation. That’s just changed, with Matthew Goode and Teresa Palmer starring in the new series “A Discovery of Witches.”

“It’s a very character-driven story, which is why I’m glad it ended up with Sundance,” Harkness said. “It means we don’t have to blow up so much stuff and have so much fake blood.” As executive producer of the show, Harkness had a hand in everything from the casting to the edits. She has been busy promoting both the show and “Time’s Convert.” Harkness gives a lot of interviews in hotel rooms — which may be why her publicist stipulated that this one take place at the Langham Huntington, even though the author lives less than two miles away. In any case, Harkness, who arrived in jeans and well-worn cowboy boots, her blonde hair staticky from the Santa Ana winds, fairly radiated spontaneity and sincerity. Maybe it was the wine.

She was, for example, expansive on the subject of new projects, a topic many writers would rather submit to a tax return than discuss. All Souls groupies will be happy to hear she is now 200 pages into a book about Matthew grappling with the forces of religious radicalism in 16th-century Europe. She recently returned from a three-week cruise around New Zealand to research another book about Matthew’s nephew, the beloved soldier and mercenary Gallowglass. A deep dive into the history of witchcraft is also in the works.

Harkness is descended from a witch — or at least a woman hanged in Salem for allegedly practicing witchcraft. The supernatural seized her imagination at a young age. “I can still see ‘The Witch of Blackbird Pond’ on the shelves of the Horsham library,” she said. Horsham, a suburb of Philadelphia, is not a bad place to grow up if you’re interested in history, another early passion of hers. There were family picnics at battlefields, tours of historic houses. When she was 8, her father, the manager of a paint store, and her mother, who worked as a secretary, took Harkness and her younger brother on a trip to England — sparking a lifelong interest in Elizabethan history.

She went to college at Mount Holyoke, where she designed her own major, in Renaissance Studies. A class called “Magic, Knowledge and the Pursuit of Power in the Renaissance” was transformative: “It was like somebody had taken a can opener to my brain and peeled off the lid. The teacher opened up the class by asking, ‘How do you know what you think you know?’ I’ve never stopped asking that question.”

Harkness studied the history of magic and science in early modern Europe at Northwestern University, where she received a master’s degree. Her adviser, convinced she was a natural storyteller on the strength of a one-page writing exercise, suggested she try her hand at fiction. Instead she went on to get her doctorate at the University of California, Davis, spending a year at Oxford on a Fulbright scholarship and writing her dissertation on John Dee, the alchemist and mathematician who served as the astrologer to Queen Elizabeth I.

Photo Credit Magdalena Wosinska for The New York Times

Harkness’s trilogy has spawned a fan wiki, an annual convention attended by hundreds, and now a television adaptation.

At Northwestern she also met Karen Halttunen, a professor of American history who has been her partner since 1995: “Nothing happened for seven years, but when I started my first teaching job she was like a mentor to me and within a year it was clear to me, at least, that I was head over heels,” Harkness said. In 2004 the couple moved from Davis to Los Angeles to take jobs at U.S.C., where Halttunen is the head of the history department.

One of the things about natural storytellers is that they can tell a tale over and over and it never gets old. Like this one: In the fall of 2008 Harkness took a vacation in Puerto Vallarta, where, at the airport bookstore, she was surprised to discover racks of books featuring supernatural characters (the Twilight craze was at its peak). “I bought a notebook and began sketching out ideas,” she recalled. “I think I thought I was writing an op-ed piece about why are we today as fascinated by these creatures of myth and legend as my research subjects were in 1550.” Five or six weeks later she had 180 pages — and they contained dialogue.

The three-part narrative she had begun started with a romantic tale that became “A Discovery of Witches,” published in 2011. It was followed by “Shadow of Night” in 2012 (Diana and Matthew time travel to Elizabethan England to unlock the secrets of the ancient manuscript), and “The Book of Life” in 2014 (the quest concludes at Matthew’s ancestral home in Auvergne).

Harkness calls “Time’s Convert,” which came out in September, a “prequelly sequelly book,” spanning the life of Matthew’s son Marcus, from his days on the battlefields of the Revolutionary War to his contemporary romance with Phoebe, a warmblood turned vampire. (Vampires, remember, live forever.)

The author said that her books do not cleave to the conventions of genre fiction. Rather, she sees her writing in the vein of J.K. Rowling’s: “What is the book you pick up when you’re done with Harry Potter? I’d like to think you’d pick up a big set of chunky books like All Souls, which similarly talks about real issues, but issues facing adults, not teenagers.”

The popular novelist Jodi Picoult — herself no stranger to best-seller lists — admires the intellectual heft of Harkness’s books. “Her storytelling may hook you first,” she wrote in an email, “but you’ll learn history, literature and science in the course of reading one of her novels.”

You will also encounter weighty themes. Differentness — the differentness of a daemon with a drug problem, say — is a dominant motif. “That’s sort of what the whole series is about,” Harkness said, washing down some wasabi peas with the last of her wine. “That eternal conflict between on the one hand knowing that difference and diversity is what makes us stronger and on the other being terrified of it.”

She is not a fussy writer. Her primary work space is her home office overlooking the swimming pool in the backyard of the English cottage-like house she shares with Halttunen. But she also writes in hotels and on planes. Playlists are essential — “a lot of period music, but not exclusively, so it’ll be like a loop of 16th century and then Mumford & Sons.” She relies on “a great team of beta readers” to review early drafts.

To clear her head Harkness rides her quarter horse, Blue. A year and a half ago she bought a getaway home, set amid the conifers on Whidbey Island in Puget Sound, Wash. But she hasn’t been able to spend as much time there as she would like. In addition to her teaching and writing schedules, there are the demands of running a literary franchise — the TV series, the book tours, the social media.

From the FAQs page on her website: Q: Do you believe in magic? A: Absolutely. When asked about that claim, Harkness dialed it back just a bit. “I believe there’s more in the world that’s happening than we’re able to explain,” she said. “Do I believe that you could do something on the terrace of the Langham and it would have an effect on that tree over there? I’m not sure I do, but I could see why you might believe that.”

Maybe it was the wine again, but a skeptical reporter found himself focusing on the tree in question, a tall, skinny fan palm, and concentrating on movement: swaying trunk, fluttering fronds. The tree didn’t move — but that’s beside the point.

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Premier Attractions & Things to Do in Key West, FL

The southernmost city in the continental United States, Key West features a special mixture of social influences, a few of which can be seen in the island's tourist attractions.

The style is generally Caribbean, with numerous homes constructed out of coral-rock or recovered ship-boards. Others came straight from the Bahamas, dismantled and shipped then re-assembled right here in the Keys. The cuisine is Afro-Caribbean as well as Spanish, and also there is a particular tropical, laid-back feeling to the town.

Key West is understood for its sunsets, as well as viewing the sundown from Mallory Square is among the top things to do on any kind of visit.

Several famous writers have called the island residence, including Ernest Hemingway, Robert Frost, and also Tennessee Williams. Key West continues to bring in musicians today with its Bohemian and tolerant ambience.

Stroll along Duval Road

Duval Street is Key West's major vacationer strip, with restaurants and stores developed to captivate vacationers and also cruise liner travelers. This is the place to begin, or maybe end, a day of sightseeing and tour.

Historical homes as well as several of the city's most preferred vacationer destinations as well as locations to visit can be located along Duval Street, which stretches from Mallory Square to the Southernmost Factor pen.

This area is likewise host to numerous occasions and also events throughout the year, one of the most renowned of which is the Hemingway Days Festival, held each summer. Various other highlights in the area consist of Ripley's Believe It or otherwise Odditorium and the mecca of everything vital lime, Kermit's Trick Lime Pie Store.

An excellent method to get an excellent overview of the area as well as its background is on the Conch Tour Train, which checks out Duval Road, as well as Old Town, Hemingway's House, and also the waterfront location. This 90-minute narrated trip provides perspective on the railway days, the depression, and also WWII, as they connect to Key West.

Ernest Hemingway Residence and also Gallery

The famous writer Ernest Hemingway bought this 1851 Spanish Colonial house in 1931 as well as resided in it until 1940. It includes a lavish tropical yard as well as the salt-water swimming pool that he asserted almost cleaned him out monetarily, as well as has his "last cent" pushed into the concrete.

Inside, you can see the recovered interior too, which displays the author's own collection of 17th- and 18th-century Spanish furniture. More than 40 offspring of Hemingway's original brood of residence pet cats still wander the building. He wrote a number of novels here including A Goodbye to Arms, Death in the Mid-day, and also For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Key West Butterfly as well as Nature Conservatory

Among the leading points to do in Key West for households is a visit to the Key West Butterfly and also Nature Conservatory. Youngsters of any ages will be captivated by the opportunity to walk amongst more than 50 types of butterflies in the natural yard environment of a glass conservatory.

In addition to the vibrant butterflies, greater than 20 varieties of unique birds stay below, making a check out to the sunroom a truly special experience.

The Discovering Center likewise uses an educational movie concerning the life process of butterflies, with displays that describe the phases in detail. An online caterpillar checking out area deserves looking into, where you can see real butterflies undergoing their changes.

Mallory Square

Mallory Square, a former warehouse location, is currently the area of an every night sunset-watching ritual with online home entertainment. This is just one of the most prominent complimentary points to do in Key West and is a must-do task when in town.

Make your method to the dock areas at the base of Duval street as well as admire the sensational pinks as well as reds as the sunlight establishes over the Gulf of Mexico. Jugglers, vendors, artists, as well as other street entertainers create a carnival-like ambience, consisting of some truly special efficiencies like pet unicycling, pet cats on a tightrope, and also straightjacket gets away.

The location has actually turned into one of the leading highlights of a check out to Key West, especially in the late afternoon, when browsing the shops and also various other destinations situated on and around Mallory Square is the important things to do.

Searching for the perfect memento? Look into the historic Key West Sponge Market, a neighboring treasure-hunting store, and also multiple surf stores to locate what you're after.

Dry Tortugas National Forest

History combined with soft-sand coastlines as well as remarkable chances for snorkeling are the main allure of this isolated park. Catamaran Watercraft Excursions to the Dry Tortugas, which include snorkeling and snorkeling tools, in addition to lunch, leave from Key West as well as are the best method to accessibility this website.

Dry Tortugas National Park is an archipelago of 7 coral reef islands situated around 65 miles southwest of Key West. They were so called by explorer Ponce de Leon because of the number of turtles (tortuga definition turtle in Spanish) located on the islands. The "dry" part was included later, referring to the absence of fresh water on the islands.

Among them, Garden Key, is home to the 19th-century Fort Jefferson, which was built by the U.S. government to safeguard and regulate the Gulf of Mexico shipping network. The fort ran as a jail for Union deserters throughout the Civil Battle and additionally housed Dr. Samuel Mudd, who was detained as a co-conspirator in Abraham Lincoln's murder.

In 1992, George Shrub changed the standing of the site from the Fort Jefferson National Monolith to the present park run by the National Park Service.

Treasure Chest at the Mel Fisher Maritime Gallery

The Mel Fisher Maritime Gallery informs the tale of diver Mel Fisher, who found a number of shipwrecks, including one that lugged extremely valuable artefacts and an additional that holds a wealth of historical worth.

Initial discovered in 1972, an English ship was discovered concerning 35 miles west of Key West. Later on determined as the Henrietta Marie, this was a slave ship that had gone away in 1700 soon after selling 190 African Hostages in Jamaica. Although the ship did not lug a wealth of gold and gems, its remains hold important artifacts, which provide a look at the history as well as problems of the maritime slave labor, and also is the earliest slave ship wreck to be discovered.

In 1980, Fisher's dive teams uncovered the accident of the Santa Margarita, a 17th-century Spanish ship. This accident held an astonishing variety of important things, from silver and gold bars and coins to specify fashion jewelry.

The museum shows various artefacts from these wrecks and others, consisting of a 77.76 carat weight emerald and numerous other unusual items such as navigational instruments, devices, and various other everyday things. The gallery additionally has exhibits on undersea archaeology and diving, in addition to films as well as hands-on demonstrations.

Harry S Truman Little White Home

The brought back Harry S. Truman Little White Home was built in 1890 and acted as the head office for the marine command via World War II. Truman initially saw your home in 1946, and throughout his presidency used it numerous times as a holiday resort.

The initial home furnishings and also style have actually continued to be intact from the Truman age, and also it has actually been utilized by subsequent presidents and also authorities as it still is today. Products like Truman's piano and also the workdesk he utilized during his "working vacations," are perfectly protected for posterity. Useful overviews add understanding right into the structure's background as well as the political importance it held during the Cold Battle.

Make sure to appreciate a self-guided excursion of the home's spectacular arboretums after you are completed inside.

Martello Towers

The Martello Towers are 2 brick fortifications, built in 1858 to secure Fort Zachary Taylor from the eastern. The ft was never completed as well as never ever saw hostile activity, although the eight-foot-thick granite walls would certainly have actually endured weapons strikes. The main tower supplies a magnificent breathtaking view of the Atlantic shore of Key West.

The West Martello Tower as well as Garden Facility was constructed in the 1860s by the UNITED STATE Army Corps of Engineers. The Key West Garden Club seized the fort in 1955 and began a cleanup as well as growing to enhance the shabby ft. Today, you can stroll the premises, via lovely yards and also gardens. Enchanting pathways, arches, a waterfall, and also water lily pond are several of the highlights.

The East Martello Tower was initially constructed as an enhance to Fort Zachary Taylor to secure the region. It currently houses the Martello Gallery -Key West Art as well as Historical Gallery, with a varied collection of local art as well as sculpture and also various other displays connected to the growth of Key West.

9. Audubon House and Gallery

This 1840s residence was constructed by ship woodworkers for Captain John Greiger, a kept in mind harbor pilot and wrecker. Colonel Mitchell Wolfson recovered it in the 1960s, starting the subsequent conservation activity in the remainder of Key West.

The property is notable both for your house and also the gorgeous gardens and also grounds. The house consists of numerous 18th- and also 19th-century period furnishings, much of it from Europe, and also a significant collection of inscriptions by John James Audubon, who stayed below in 1832.

The yards in the back consist of a variety of exotic plants, including birds of paradise, hibiscus, as well as various palms.

Led excursions display the highlights of the Audubon Residence, and also adhering to the tour, you rate to discover on the lavish grounds around the home.

Ft Zachary Taylor

Constructed in between 1845 as well as 1866, Ft Zachary Taylor safeguarded this component of Florida's shore during the Civil War. Today, it is a State Park as well as National Historic Site, renowned for its historical destinations, specifically the extensive collection of Civil War age weaponries, which are still being dug deep into.

The park additionally hosts a selection of annual events, including concerts, boat races, sculpture competitions, and also a pirate event. Along with every one of these fun points to do, travelers will certainly delight in the park's lovely swimming beach; devoted snorkeling locations; and nature trails, which are open to both foot as well as bike website traffic.

This is also among the best locations to see Key West's renowned sundowns, and the beach is an ideal area for a romantic picnic.

The Oldest Home in South Florida, constructed in 1829, was the former residence of Francis B. Watlington. It was originally developed by Richard Cussans in a different area as well as later moved to Duval Road.

The house supplies an opportunity to see and learn a little about the history of Key West. It is not as elegant or as lovely as a few of the city's other historic homes that are open to the public, however it has its own special appeal.

Within your house are some original furnishings, household portraits, and also displays on the history of Key West. Ship models and also info on the background of the sector in the area are on display screen. At the rear of your house is a yard as well as a cookhouse, which was typical of the period. There is additionally an exhibition structure having extra files of passion.

Key West Aquarium

The Key West Aquarium first opened its doors in 1934, making it one of the initial al fresco aquariums in the U.S. For sensible purposes of algae control, a roof covering was later on included, as well as the facility was updated.

Exhibitions consist of the "Atlantic Shores" and also the big outside holding pens. A variety of tanks residence local aquatic life, including flatterer fish, snappers, and angelfish. There are also storage tanks with barracuda and also sharks, as well as a "touch storage tank," constantly a preferred with children, as they can rise close as well as personal with conch, starfish, and also various other invertebrates.

The sharks are fed at routine periods throughout the day, as well as if you are take on sufficient, assistants will certainly let you touch an adolescent registered nurse shark.

Southernmost Factor

Key West's specialty as the southernmost point in the continental UNITED STATE is noted by a red, black, and yellow concrete marker at the corner of South as well as Whitehead roads.

It's a lively spot, as street vendors and also entertainers congregate around the site to sell souvenirs and also showcase their abilities. The marker itself, committed by the Key West public Functions Department in 1983, is much less than inspiring but however, it still functions well as the perfect selfie history.

A similar landmark and also just as prominent place for Key West photo-ops is the US1 mile-marker "0" indication which notes the start of the path which adds practically the totality of the east coastline. Going for nearly 2,400 miles, the interstate ends in Maine, passing through a number of major cities.

  Shipwreck Treasure Museum

The Shipwreck Prize Museum is housed in the replica of a 19th-century wrecker's stockroom with displays discovering the remarkable history of the salvage industry in the location.

Wrecking, the technique of recovering cargo from the various ships that died along the Florida coral reefs, was once a huge part of Key West's economic situation and an exceptionally rewarding - but dangerous -market. From atop monitoring towers like the 65-foot example right here at the gallery, wreckers would certainly watch day and night for ships in trouble as well as race to the website. The very first to arrive might assert the legal rights to the largest share of the salvage revenues, a procedure looked after by unique "ravaging courts."

Below, at the gallery, stars in duration outfit state the story of the Isaac Allerton, which sank in 1856, in addition to show what life resembled for the daring wreckers that risked their lives to not only recoup treasure but also save the lives of the reefs' sufferers.

Artefacts from the shipwreck are shown, and also movies as well as video clips on the subject run on a continual basis. The monitoring tower gives exceptional views and photo opportunities of the surrounding land and also seascape.

Key West Burial Ground

Established in 1847 after the island's original cemetery was destroyed by a storm, the headstones in Key West's burial ground mark the tombs of greater than 35,000 people.

This historic cemetery has several religious and memorial sections, consisting of devoted Jewish and Roman Catholic areas, the Los Martires de Cuba memorial memorializing the Cuban saints that were eliminated throughout the 1870s freedom motion, as well as a plot dedicated to the seafarers that died when the USS Maine sank in 1898.

Highlights to expect are the detailed iron job and sculpted monuments that decorate family stories and also burial places.

Key West Lighthouse and Keepers Quarters

The Key West Lighthouse was integrated in 1847 as well as opened up in 1848 with a women caretaker, a rarity because time. Throughout the years, its caretaker's quarters and lenses were updated until innovation provided both outdated, and also it was decommissioned in 1969.

The Key West Art and Historical Culture adopted the residential or commercial property, originally turning it into an armed forces museum and afterwards later on restoring the lighthouse as well as quarters to mirror life below at the beginning of the 20th century.

Today, it houses initial furnishings, home products, and also pictures of the many caretakers that kept the light burning via even the worst of tornados.

The lighthouse stands at 86 feet high, be sure to climb its 88 actions for great views from the observation deck near the top. A short video clip discussion likewise gives an intriguing consider the history of the Key West Lighthouse.

Tips and also Tours: How to Maximize Your See to Key West.

Crystal clear waters and coral reefs border Key West, and also a watercraft trip is an excellent method to discover these environments and also the abundant aquatic life. Taking an organized tour also indicates you do not need to bother with renting out a watercraft and browsing your way via strange waters. Below are some enjoyable tours that ensure the most affordable price and also supply a great option for navigating town convenient:

Sightseeing and tour Cart: A hassle-free way to get to as well as from the top visitor destinations in Key West is the Key West Hop-on/Hop-off Trolley, that makes stops whatsoever of the island's most popular areas, like Mallory Square and also Duval Road galleries as well as shops, along with numerous museums and sites. Along with making your Key West getaway plan a breeze, a specialist guide narrates the flight, giving intriguing realities and informing fascinating stories regarding the island's background as well as lore.

Dolphins and also Snorkeling Watercraft Tour: The three-hour Key West Dolphin Watch as well as Snorkel Cruise ship whisks you far from the coastline on a catamaran to see wild dolphins swimming and also playing in the water a couple of feet from the watercraft. After viewing these mild creatures, you have a chance to snorkel over a superficial coral reef, which is house to greater than 600 different species of aquatic life. The excursion consists of snorkel equipment, endless sodas, and also a specialist guide.

Islands Boat Trip: If you 'd like to check out the islands off the shore of Key West, the Dry Tortugas National Park Excursion by Catamaran is an excellent choice. This full-day experience on a high-end high-speed catamaran brows through Dry Tortugas National Park, where you can discover the army ft, relax on the stunning coastlines, and snorkel along a few of Key West's best reef. Included in the trip is a specialist naturalist, entrance fees and national forest service charge, a narrated excursion of Fort Jefferson, morning meal as well as lunch, and also snorkeling equipment.

Snorkeling as well as Kayak Scenic tour: A wonderful way to see the Gulf of Mexico and obtain up-close to its one-of-a-kind all-natural habitats is the Key West Island T'ing Sail Snorkel and Kayak Experience, a six-hour excursion that makes sure to please everyone in your team. The scenic tour gets started in the early morning on a spacious catamaran, as well as travelers are supplied with breakfast as the watercraft makes its method to a mangrove island, where you can hop in among the provided kayaks as well as check out the genuinely distinct surroundings. The next quit is at a reef, where passengers can wear snorkeling tools as well as be baited a guided excursion of the living undersea landscape. Those who prefer to remain completely dry are welcome to stay in the catamaran and also delight in the sun as well as gorgeous sights, and also a buffet lunch with beverages is acted as well.

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Duke Reviews Tv: Smallville 1x06 Hourglass

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Tv Where We Are Continuing Our Look At Smallville By Talking About Episode 6 Of Season 1, Hourglass...

In This Episode, Clark Meets Cassandra Carver, An Wheelchair Bound Old Woman Who Lost Her Sight In The Meteor Shower But Gained The Ability To See Into The Future. Meanwhile, An Old Man Named Harry Volk Falls Into A Pond Filled With Meteor Rocks Which Makes Him Young And Allows Him To Begin Killing The Descendants Of The People On The Jury That Convicted Him Of 60 Years Ago, Will Clark Stop Harry's Murders? And What Information Will Both Clark And Lex Get Out Of Cassandra?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Hourglass...

The Episode Starts With Clark And Pete Doing Their 30 Hours Of Community Service At The Old Folks Home Instead Of The Girl's Swimming Class At The Y Like Pete Wanted...

What A Shock, Lana's Here!

Assigned To Cassandra Carver (Played By Jackie Burroughs, Who Would Later Work With Harrison Wells Himself, Tom Cavanaugh On The ABC Family Christmas Movie, Snow) She Tells Pete To Check His Pockets, Which Is When Pete Discovers He Left His Keys In His Car...

Meanwhile, Lana Is Working With An Old Man Named Harry Bollston, Who Is Well Taught On Family History As He Tells Lana Her Family History In 2 Seconds...

Taking Harry Outside, He Asks Lana To Run Back Inside To Get A Scarf For Him When Really Harry Wants A Few Minutes To Smoke A Cigarette, However In Dropping His Lighter, Harry Fall Into The Pool Only To Come Out A Few Years Younger (Young Harry Is Played By NCIS: Los Angeles' Eric Christian Olsen)

But As That Was Going On Cassandra Wanted A Glass Of Water Only To Drop It When She Has A Vision Of Someone Close To Clark Dying...

That Afternoon At The Kent Farm, Clark Tells Jonathan And Martha About Cassandra's Vision With Them Of Course Not Buying It With Jonathan Believing It's Just A Half Baked Prediction And Martha Saying That If It Was Real She Should Have Given More Specifics (How, When, Where...)

Back At The Old Folks Home, Harry Has Disguised Himself As A Nurse. Entering His Room, He Gets Newspaper Clippings Before Looking In A Mirror, To Say That Fate Has Given Him A Second Chance And That This Time, They'll Pay...

Visiting The Beanery, Harry Basically Eats Everything He Can't Eat Anymore All While Sounding Like An Old Man...

With Lana Depressed At Losing Old Harry Chloe And Clark Try To Help As Young Harry Eavesdrops On Their Conversation...

Later At The Old Folks Home, Harry Plays The Piano As Cassandra Listens. Attempting To Read Harry's Palm, He's Too Smart To Fall For Cassandra's Tricks...

Dropping Vegetables Off At The Luthor Mansion, Clark Tells Lex About Cassandra's Vision And He Says The Exact Same Thing That Jonathan And Martha Said, But Believing That This Woman's The Real Deal Clark Then Asks Clark If He Really Wants To Know The Future?

When It Comes To You, Lex Maybe...

Asking For Cassandra's Name, Clark Tells Lex As He Leaves For The Old Folks Home Where Clark Runs Into Lana Who Has Discovered That Harry Bollston's Real Name Is Harry Volk And That He Was A Criminal Who Had A Bright Future But When His Teacher Chose Someone Else Over Him, So, As The Teacher Killed His Dream, He Killed The Teacher's Dream...

"Now Life Has Killed The Dream, I Dreamed...

Meanwhile On The Other Side Of Town, Cable Man Harry Goes After Someone Named Jim Gage, Who's Related To Someone On The Jury That Convicted Him...

Back At The Old Folks Home, Clark Runs Into Cassandra, Who Tells Him How She Started Having Visions...

Wow, And I Thought Daredevil Had An Interesting Origin...

Telling Cassandra That His Parents Believe Her To Be Nuts, But She Just Gives The Old People Are Afraid Of The Unknown Line And That Her Powers Only Show A Destination, The Journey Is Up To The Person...

Having Many Questions Of His Life, Cassandra Takes Clark's Hand Again To Show Him....

Ok, It's Not That Nightmare Of A Comic But It Is Clark Seeing That He'll Outlive Everyone He Cares For...

Upset At This Vision, Clark Runs Off...

The Next Morning, Clark Tells His Parents What Cassandra Showed Him With Them Again Not Believing It Despite Clark Telling Them That She Lost Her Vision In The Meteor Shower....

Come On, You Two! Wake Up!

Reading The Braille Edition Of The Daily Planet, Cassandra Gets Visited By Lex, Who Is Interested In Getting Some Insight Clark, Even Offering Money To Cassandra To Do So But She Says That Can't Tell Him Anything About Clark, As She Can Tell The Future Of The Person Who's Hand She Touches But Not Wanting To Know His Future, Lex Walks Away...

Meanwhile At School, Clark Meets Lana At The Torch When She Says That Chloe Has Some Information On Harry But She's More Interested In The Wall Of Weird When She Notices Her Picture Next To A 3 Headed Calf And The Monster From Crater Lake...

Meeting Chloe And Pete At The Kent Barn Instead Of The Torch, They Show Clark A Paper Of Jim Gage's Death Which Was Done The Same Way That Harry Volk Did It In 1945, Clark Believes It To Be A Copycat At First That Is Until Chloe Shows Clark Young Harry's Photo...

But As They Head To The Old Folks Home To Search Through Harry's Mail, Harry Is At The Beanery, Preparing To Kill Another Descendant Of A Member Of The Jury That Convicted Him Named Zoe Garfield, Who's A Waitress At The Beanery...

As Clark, Chloe And Pete Go To Search Harry's Mail, Clark Runs Into Cassandra, Who Tells Him That He's The First Person Who's Ever Seen Her Visions And She Thinks That That's Because Clark Is Not Like Other People...

Believing That Clark's Destiny Is To Save People From Fear And Darkness, She Touches Clark's Hand Again To Show Him People Who Need His Help...

Before Clark Goes To Check On Pete And Chloe, Cassandra Promises To Keep Clark's Secret...

Arriving In Harry's Room, Chloe Tells Clark They Found Nothing In The Mail However, They Did Find Some Newspaper Clippings, From The Smallville Ledger, Noticing A Picture Of Waitress Zoe, Clark Races Off To The Beanery To Save Her, Arriving Just In Time As Harry Tries To Kill Her...

Throwing Zoe In The Road As An Oncoming Truck Is Coming, Clark Protects Zoe Saving Her Life...

Going After Harry, He Tries To Attack Clark With A Chopping Knife (Which Breaks Into A Million Pieces) Before Clark Throws Him On Top Of A Car...

That Night At The Kent Farm, Martha Tells Clark That Zoe Will Be Fine, The Truck Driver Isn't Asking Questions, And Harry Is At The Hospital For Observation But Saying Clark Figured It Out Due To Cassandra's Vision Has Mom And Dad Realizing Maybe She's Not Bonkers After All...

Really? You Don't Say!

Believing That There's A Chance That Cassandra Might Know Clark's Secret, Jonathan Tells Clark To Stay Away From Her...

Getting A Phone Call From Lex, He Shows Clark The Crashed Up Remains Of The Porsche, Asking Him If He Remembers Anything About The Accident, Clark Says No As Lex Feels A Little Strange Up And Walking About When Every Shred Of Evidence About The Accident Says He Should Be Dead...

Meanwhile At The Hospital, Sheriff Ethan Visits The Hospital To Pick Up Harry But When He Enters We See That He's Reverted Back To An Old Man Who Lies To The Police By Saying That A Kid That Was Obsessed With His Case Kidnapped Him...

Not Buying Old Harry's Story, Clark Stops By Old Harry's Room As Clark Is Starting To Believe That Him And This Kid Are One And The Same....

Calling The Nurse, She Tells Clark To Get Out But Later That Afternoon, Old Harry Returns To The Pond To Go For Another Dip In The Fountain Of Youth...

Freedom!

Back At The Torch, Chloe, Pete And Clark Go Over Files On Harry's Case As Lana Comes In Saying That Harry's Gone Again However Unlike Last Time, Clark Noticed That There Were Meteor Rocks In The Pond...

Discovering A List Of Jurors From Harry's Trial Which Include Randolph Gage (Jim Gage's Father) Rita Garfield (Zoe Garfield's Grandmother) And Hiram Kent (Clark's Grandfather) Which Means Jonathan Is On The List...

And Next By The Look Of It As Young Harry Arrives At The Kent Farm Talking About A Possible Gas Leak But Martha Is Hip To Harry's Game And Knows That He's Not Their Repairman!

First I Get Chased By A Guy Dressed Like A Clown...

And Now, I Get Chased By A Cable Man, What's Next? A Guy With A William Shatner Mask On His Head?

Grabbing A Machette In The Garage (All He's Missing Now Is The Hockey Mask) Harry Catches Up With Martha Who's In Some Tube Of Some Sort Where She Basically Drowns Harry And Herself In Popcorn Kernels (That's What I'm Guessing It Is)

Racing In As Jonathan Arrives Home, Clark Tells Him That Harry's Trying To Kill Him, Using His X-Ray Vision They Find Martha And Harry's Bodies, Using CPR To Save Martha And Proving That Cassandra Was Wrong...

The Next Day At The Old Folks Home, Lex Pays Cassandra A Visit, Deciding To Become A Believer Because Of Incidents That Have Happened As Of Recent, Taking Lex's Hand We See A Horrible Future Of Lex In Charge Of The White House...

And Thought Trump Was The Worst Thing To Happen To The White House...

And A Horrible Future Full Of Blood And Death...

Cassandra Is So Horrified By This Future It Ends Up Sadly Killing Her...

With Clark And A Nurse Arriving, Clark Realizes What Has Happened: Cassandra Died From Seeing Her Future...

And That's Hourglass And It's One Of The Best Episodes Of Smallville...

While The Story And Characters Are Good It's The Glimpses Into Clark And Lex's Futures That Make This Episode Interesting. The Fact That Clark Might Outlive Everyone He Has Ever Loved Is A Sad Thought And One Idea Done In Many DC Elseworld Stories And The Fact That Lex Might Be Our President Brings About A Dark Future Not Just For Clark But For The Entire DC Universe Either Way I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#smallville #the cw #the wb #tom welling #kristen kreuk #michael rosenbaum

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Houses For Sale in Oak Harbor, OH

Lake St, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $25000

1.38 acre buildable lot located just outside of town but still in village limits! Electric, gas, and Public water & sewer available.

8848 W Canada Goose Ct, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $59900

What a view, really, water, water, water. Your boat too! Immaculate condo on 2nd floor which gives you even a better view.30’ dock at your door included. Your on Lake Erie in a minute, walk to the lake, fishing is great, pets are permitted, swim at the heated pool, play tennis. Great area to walk ,ride your bike. End unit with a kitchen window. Be sure not to miss this one. You will love it.

Velliquette, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $29900

Awesome country 4 acre lot, creek and woods at the back of property.

9302 W State Route 163, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $299900

RIVERFRONT!!! THREE STORY 4 OR 5 BEDROOM, 4.5 BATH, 3200+ SQFT HOME WITH FINISHED BASEMENT! Formal foyer. Kitchen features ceramic tile flooring, granite countertops, appliances, bow window, eating island and eating bar. Formal dining. Living room features gas fireplace. Family room with glass doors leading to deck. Master suite with sitting area. Additional bath, office, rec area, and storage room in basement. Laundry room with sink and cabinetry. Attached 2.5 car garage with additional entrance to basement. Newer roof, furnace, water heater, and sump pump. Rear deck with gas grill/pat io overlooking river. Convenient concrete horseshoe drive with additional parking. Boat ramp. Great views!

6504 Teal Bnd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $54900

Completely furnished condo with amazing views. Offers enclosed porch that overlooks pond, and pool. Popular area with a 30ft. dock included. Jump on your boat and head on out to the lake. So much fun! Inground pool, pond, fishing, basketball, tennis and more.

6340 N Harris Harbor Dr, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $62900

Not only is this condo located on the water and enjoys a fabulous view,it’s on the first floor,no steps. Walk right out to your deeded 30’ dock. On Lake Erie by boat in less than a minute. Your back door to your dock,front door to the heated pool. Double sized sun room with lots of possibilities. 1 bedroom with additional space in sun room for additional sleeping area. Fishing is great play on the lake,visit the islands.

6508 Teal Bnd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $88000

Beautifully updated 2 bedroom townhouse comes furnished and move in ready. Custom wood kitchen cabinets. French doors in the living room open to sun room then just steps away from the pool area. Built in murphy bed in second bedroom upstairs, sleeper sofa downstairs, this unit will sleep 7 plus comfortably. 2 outdoor storage closets. 30 foot deeded dock included. Tons of storage. Priced to sell.

330 E Main St, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $99900

In town ranch home close to Veterans Park and schools. Enjoy an evening around the fire pit in your private backyard. New Tankless water heater in 2015. New furnace in 2011. Village of Oak Harbor inspected sewer lines from house to street in 2016. Columbia Gas installed new gas lines to house in 2016. Home warranty provided. The freezer in the garage and the wall mounted TV in the living room don’t stay. The washer, dryer, refrigerator, stove and 2 window A/C units are negotiable with an offer to purchase.

116 W Park St, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $104900

WELL MAINTAINED 3 BEDROOM HOME!!! Living room features bay window. Eat in kitchen with appliances. First floor master bedroom, bathroom and laundry room. Walk in attic storage. Newer water heater and boiler. Two car garage. Fenced backyard with pool. Deep lot!

4999 N State Route 2 #19, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $68900

Wow! Won’t see this come along too often! Total rebuilt cottage in 2006. Sets on channel that runs out to Lake Erie in minutes. After you dock sit on your large deck and relax in the open floor plan that features vaulted ceilings, enough counter space to make any cook happy! Nice sized FM RM & eat-in area, all overlooking the water. 3 bedrooms. Shed for your extra toys!

1273 S Grandview Dr, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $69900

*WATERFRONT LOT* Build the house of your dreams on this beautiful lot located right on the Portage River. LAST WATERFRONT LOT AVAILABLE in Portage Pointe

2729 Slemmer Portage Rd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $27500

Make it what you want! This four-bedroom rural manufactured home with attached garage was built in 1964 sits on 1.3 acres of sunny land with 30×40 barn and small 22×16 shed. It offers spacious room to make this your dream property or build a new home with room for family activities.

6443 Teal Bnd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $54900

This outstanding view of the lake and pond separates our condo from the others. First floor-walk out your slider from the living room or bedroom-sit on your enclosed 3 season porch and enjoy nature at your door. Property includes 30′ deeded dock. Olympic swimming pool, tennis and community center. Green Cove is your ultimate get away to turn-key living on Lake Erie.

116 Erie St, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $159900

INVITING FRONT PORCH! 3 bedroom, 2 bath home featuring a 2+ car garage with additional living, storage or office space. Original woodwork throughout. Formal foyer and dining. Full bath up features whirlpool tub. Partially finished basement. Newer roof, furnace, central air and water heater. Garage is heated and cooled with phone and cable hookup. Large fenced backyard. Shed.

14251 True Rd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $95000

Beautiful large kitchen with nice cupboards, huge master bedroom, open dining room/living room/kitchen. This house is a fooler – must see to appreciated. Small storage building. Manufactured home on permanent foundation – treated as real estate.

12031 W Strickle Toussaint Rd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $269900

Rare opportunity for an immaculate rural home. Stainless appliances, Lennox furnace, black top drive. Nice pine trees and new landscaping round out the amenities of this fabulous find. Acreage, cemented 24×38 pole barn, fenced yard with stamped concrete patio. 1st floor master suite. Large loft perfect for kids hang out. Full basement. Conveniently located in a rural area, but not far from schools

11047 W Cullman Rd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $83500

Huge 3 bedroom 1 and half bath home with over 1800+ square feet, and a 1 car detached garage. All on a large lot just over 1 acre. New propane furnace in 1/15, pole barn. Quiet country location. Great opportunity.

129 Erie St, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $115000

In town, corner lot, 3 BR,1 bath,partial ,porch, attached open carport. Newer roof, furnace,painted exterior. Ready to move in.

6312 N Harris Harbor Dr, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $58900

Waterfront first floor furnished condo with ¾ inch solid wood floors throughout. Brand new washer and dryer, newer hot water tank. 30ft. dock included from your double patio enclosure which includes nice hot tub that heats to 108 degrees. 2 air conditioners. This condo is very deceiving in size. Very open. Must seewon’t last!

6445 Teal Bnd, Oak Harbor, OH

Price: $54000

RENOVATED WITH VIEW OF THE LAKE!!! Tastefully redone second floor condo with vaulted ceiling and skylights! Living/kitchen area features ceramic tile flooring. Appliances stay. Enclosed porch with views of marsh and lake. Deeded 30 ft. dock. A must see!!

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