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pettydisco · 6 months
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Tagged by @elysiicns (thank you boo✨🩸)
Last song: time for crime by Orion
Favourite colour: pink. very uwu of me.
Currently watching: I'm rewatching castlevania before i watch it's new series and also rewatching criminal minds with my sister (we're revisiting all our favourite long running shows we loved as teens and.they're so bad man afdhajdjk)
Last movie: made of honor adshajhfja. i really wanted to watch can't buy me love to see young patrick dempsey but I don't have my computer currently so I had to settle for that movie instead 😔
Currently reading: Lamb by christopher moore because I desperately need some heehee haha hohos in my life rn (it's a comedy retelling of the new testament told in the point of view of jesus's bff. V funny. at one point jesus asks his friend to go to a brothel for him and tell him what it's like because god won't let him go. highly recommend. especially if you came from a christian background)
Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet sweet sweet always sweet. please pray for for my teeth dear god.
Relationship status: ✨💕✨newly single and ready to mingle uwu✨💕✨ (aka has a great need to get dicked down inbetween sobbing sessions)
Currently obsession: de always and forever apparently and analyzing all major vampire medias to compare their themes.
Last thing I googled: the "I'm going in the crevice" clip from it's always sunny in philadelphia to show my sister.
Currently working on: getting over my basically divorce and trying to find permanent housing adzhsjfkak. no brain space for anything else.
Tagging: no worries if you don't want to do this my dudes! @doddsmountain @shufflerock-jam @mrtequilasunset @donnersurpriseparty @bloodanddiscoballs @switchyfox @1tbls @meatballerino & literally anyone that wants to do this 👀👀 let me snoop into your activities and interests👀👀👀
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ace-oreos · 3 years
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Hey I got three prompt idea for your alpha fic (that I just finished reading, and I loved it): 1) Alpha, Fordo (and the rest of the ARCs of hypori, if you want, because a squad of ten arc have potentiel) and Satine meet while Kenobi are left in the middle of this. 2) Alpha and Fordo meet Ahsoka, Ahsoka fangirl, because Alpha ARC trooper, Fordo is puzzled and Alpha discover there is three of them now. 3) the Alpha ARC meet the newly promoted ARC, your choice if this goes good or bad
Ooh all of these were so fun, anon! Although I do have to admit I think the first one was my favorite to write - Alpha has no time for Kenobi's drama, but he's not above making Obi-Wan's life difficult. XD
And to no one's surprise, the ARC in the third little snippet is an OC! I haven't actually written much with him, but he's been taking up some space in my brain for a while now.
Taglist: @delta-the-mando @merspots @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @dudewhynotthis @a-lil-perspective @trashynishiki (because I know Obi-Wan amuses you to no end)
Alpha has been General Kenobi’s second long enough to know far more about the man’s various romantic pursuits than he ever wanted - there’s no way to avoid it, given the rate at which rumors whirl through the ranks and grow more ludicrous every day.
As for the second parties in question - Kenobi always becomes conveniently deaf at any mention, so Alpha has limited information for comparison - he is convinced that the Mandalorian duchess is the worst.
He very deliberately avoids catching Fordo’s eye; if his brother cracks, then it’s over for both of them. The clipped exhale picked up on his helmet audio confirms his suspicions.
Kenobi casts Alpha a look of warning. Alpha spreads his hands to indicate that he will not be acceptable for the aftermath when Fordo finally snaps and turns his attention to the duchess.
Her face is set with the same polite disinterest he’s seen on Coruscant politicians, although this time it’s accompanied by a distinct sense of disapproval. Alpha returns the look with interest. He doesn’t like her, and seeing as Kenobi is too busy trying to salvage his dignity, someone has to let her know.
Unfortunately, the Force tips him off, or maybe the general knows him too well by now; whatever the reason, Kenobi clears his throat before Alpha can think of a fitting comment for the situation.
Alpha plays innocent. Kenobi may know him, but Fordo is a wild card, and his brother certainly has a mouth -
“So,” Fordo says, and Alpha can hear the wicked grin in his voice, “I take it you and the general know each other?”
Kenobi’s face is a study in abject horror, the duchess’ somewhere between outrage and mortification, and Fordo looks duly pleased with himself. Alpha, for his part, is intensely grateful for his helmet. He certainly couldn’t care less about Kenobi’s private life, but he has a feeling that he and Fordo both will be getting an earful before the negotiations conclude.
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Skywalker’s Padawan - General Skywalker - is a scrap of enthusiasm and curiosity wrapped up in an undeniably impulsive package.
She’s learned her lessons a little too well, Alpha decides, catching the look on her face. It’s somewhere between wary and inquisitive as she considers the ARCs with a thoughtful tilt of her head.
Suddenly she brightens. “You served with Master Skywalker.”
“It’s been a while,” Alpha says reluctantly. He’s acutely aware of how young she is; even the cadets on Kamino don’t give off the same sense of naivety. He’d rather not admit it, but he’s not at all sure how to handle her.
Fordo slings a companionable arm over his shoulder. “And I’m sure the general has taken your lessons to heart.”
Alpha glares - or he would, if Tano weren’t watching raptly.
“He’s told me about you,” the commander says, and Alpha knows in no uncertain terms that the grin spreading across Fordo’s face means trouble for him in the very near future.
Right on cue, his brother asks innocently, “Has he?”
Alpha jams his heel into his Fordo’s foot at the same time Tano starts rattling off every campaign and minor skirmish Alpha and Skywalker have ever been involved with. It’s almost impressive, her recall and her ability to list every planet and star system without pausing for breath in between. As it is, Alpha finds the attention uncomfortable.
When Tano’s recitation finally comes to a close, Alpha seizes the opportunity to put in, “Don’t forget Captain Fordo’s squad, ma’am.”
The dismay is written plainly across Fordo’s face as he tries to minimize the damage, saying, “It’s really not that exciting - ”
“Shabuir,” he hisses five minutes later, when Tano is hurling questions at both of them left and right. Alpha merely smirks in response.
They manage to escape within the hour, citing a briefing for a mission command is unaware they’ve assigned.
“Well,” Fordo says at last, “she’s Skywalker’s, alright.”
Alpha can’t help but make a face at that. Even Skywalker knew when to keep his mouth shut. Tano, on the other hand, has yet to absorb that particular lesson.
“Captain!”
The voice carries clearly through the hallway, and Alpha comes to a grudging halt. Tano catches up to them, twin lightsabers bouncing on her belt as she tries to maintain some measure of dignity.
“What can I do for you, Commander?” Alpha asks, wondering if she can sense his exasperation.
“I think my Master is supposed to accompany you on this next mission,” the commander explains. She smiles up at him with all the confidence in the world. “It only makes sense that I go too, don’t you think?”
“Well - ”
“D’you know, Master Kenobi was younger than I am now when he went on his first mission.”
“He might’ve mentioned it - ”
“I’m sure he’d be happy to have you on this one,” Tano continues cheerfully.
“I, uh, have a new assignment…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Alpha,” the commander says, patting his arm amiably. “Master Kenobi can pull some strings.”
Alpha, already intimately familiar with Kenobi’s methods, has to work to keep his dismay from showing on his face.
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Alpha wakes abruptly after a particularly tiring training session to find Fordo waving a datapad perilously close to his face.
“What are you doing?” he demands, awake enough to be irritated.
“New ARC recruit,” Fordo announces, and the datapad whizzes by Alpha’s nose to land on his stomach.
Alpha smacks Fordo for good measure and picks up the datapad. As reluctant as he is to indulge his brother’s antics, he’s intrigued by the news. ARC recruits are few and far between these days.
It’s one of Skywalker’s di’kute, cross-trained from the infantry ranks.
“And you’re in luck,” Fordo continues, helping himself to the spot on the bed by Alpha’s feet. “He’s on planet now. You can give him the ARC speech.”
“ARC speech?”
“You know, do honor to your brothers and Jango, et cetera. The usual osik.”
“Shove off,” Alpha says. “I don’t give a - ”
“Whatever you say, ner vod.”
“I’m not - don’t look at me like that!”
“Like what?” Fordo asks innocently.
“You little - ”
Just as Alpha readies himself to throw something at Fordo - or tackle him head-on - the door slides open, followed by an uncertain, “Sir?”
Alpha straightens in time to see a trooper in full armor tuck his blue-striped helmet under one arm. His face is studiously blank, but there’s a smile playing on his lips.
“Four-one-oh-eight, sir,” the trooper says unprompted, apparently unbothered by the awkward silence. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“Not at all,” Alpha says, and takes care to step on Fordo’s foot as he approaches the trooper. He ignores the ensuing yelp and instead opts for, “What can I do for you?”
“The general referred me to you. Seemed to think I could pick up a few pointers.”
“That would be Skywalker?”
“Got it in one, sir.” Now the trooper gives a wry grin. “He recommended me for ARC training.”
“Got a name, kid?” Fordo asks, playing the steady ori’vod he absolutely is not.
“Ike, sir.”
“Well, Ike,” Fordo says, “glad to have you.”
“Don’t let Skywalker get in your head too much, yeah?” Alpha puts in.
Ike’s grin widens. “Yeah, I’ve heard stories.”
“If you’ve made it this far, you’ve already got more self-preservation than the general,” Alpha reassures him, offering a sardonic smile of his own.
“I’d like to think so, sir,” the trooper answers, almost sincere if not for the look of mischief in his eyes.
Yeah, Alpha likes this kid. If he’s careful, he may even make it past his first deployment.
Alpha claps him on the shoulder. “Welcome aboard, ner vod.”
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sternbilder · 3 years
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that holst post from earlier awakened the slumbering basic orchestra bitch in me and now i’m wild about classical music again all of a sudden for one (1) night only, i’m going through my old classical playlist and here are some unsolicited opinions?? recommendations?? top 10 piece rankings?? from yours truly, most of which i have played personally
10. rossini, barber of seville overture - SPEAKING OF BASIC let’s get this one out of the way, literally everyone in the universe knows this piece but it’s just so goddamn catchy and also fun to play?? sometimes it just gets stuck in my head at random times for no reason but i do not care it is welcome to live rent-free in my brain always
9. bizet, intermission from l’arlesienne suite no. 2 - ok this one is a slower piece and i never see anyone talk about it ever but imo?? highly underrated with a gorgeous, well-developed melody from beginning to end not to mention an INCREDIBLY satisfying build-up & payoff and ok maybe the ending is a little dragged out but that climax makes me cry real human tears pls give it a chance?? it kind of reminds me of a soliloquy in a musical where the main character like. breaks down and spills their entire heart out at the audience and it’s so dramatique™ and good
8. von suppé, poet and peasant overture - the violin part in this is SUPER fun but that’s not important compared to the fact that that cello solo is the reason i lowkey have a crush on every single cellist tbh,
7. dvořák, largo from the new world symphony - this is probably the most Basic Opinion on this list but idc i love this melody to death, even all the dumb corny choir boy editions of it, a+, top 10 songs to die to if i’m gonna b real
6. bruch, finale from violin concerto no. 1 - i just ADORE how the violin solo in this piece manages to balance being playful and light with being colorful and interesting, it def makes me wish i was good enough to be a soloist LMAO?? also this lush middle section (which kind of reminds me of the tchaik romeo & juliet a little bit??) makes me want to die, it’s so beautiful
5. dvořák AGAIN, slavonic dances op. 46 - everybody loves the brahms hungarian dances yes but my favorite “collection of folksy fun orchestra tunes” is DEFINITELY the slavonic dances, really all of them but ESPECIALLY no. 7 bc it starts off sounding like it should be accompanied with an animated montage of a dopey little cartoon knight or something plodding along, fantasia style, but then it swells into this GORGEOUS sweeping middle section for just a few bars then back to cute cartoon nonsense for the rest of the piece?? i don’t think i actually ever played no. 7 myself now that i think about it but i love it anyway. also no. 8 bc i love how FUCKING dramatic it is
4. rimsky-korsakov, capriccio espagnol - i got to play this for a summer camp once and again recently with my company orchestra, it’s so fun?? it’s so light and festive with great solos and great melodies and with all its short sections it’s both SO listenable but also v cohesive, i’m a huge fan
3. márquez, danzón no 2 - i think this is a pretty modern piece actually but i’ve also played this multiple times at this point and love it a lot, it has a lot of really great solo bits (like this sexy little trumpet solo) and it just makes me want to dance, i love watching dudamel conduct this bc he looks exactly the way i feel the entire time
2. shostakovich, allegro non troppo from symphony no. 5 - listen i know for sure this has some deep symbolic or ironic political meaning about something something living under an oppressive, propaganda-and-censorship-controlled state or whatever but it just. fucking rules. my favorite part is that eerie little part with the high violins near the middle which i’m SURE i fucked up when i played it back when i was a wee high schooler just kiddding it’s actually this OTHER part with the soaring violins but anyway. my favorite performance is the bernstein one bc it’s the only one i can find that’s as fast or aggressive as i remember it being
1. beethoven, egmont overture - i’ve always thought that if you threw a slow punchy drum loop over the beginning of this you’d get some epic trailer bgm tbh?? idk maybe a controversial opinion but this is my favorite beethoven symphonic work bc the entire piece is a BANGER that’s not only fun as hell but also incredibly listenable all the way through, and also the ending fucking slaps!! anyway not to be lowkey sacrilegious but here’s a space jam remix of the ending part which i love but my fellow orchestra members did not appreciate so now i am sharing it all with you all instead,
honorable mentions:
holst, jupiter from the planets - this honestly deserves to be on the list, i just didn’t want to talk about it AGAIN bc i already started ranting in the tags a little bit but really this is self-explanatory, the i vow to thee section is one of the most beautiful pieces of music i’ve ever had the pleasure of playing or listening to and that’s THAT 
saint-saëns, bacchanale from samson and delilah - danse macabre is also fun and carnival of the animals is ok but bacchanale is the saint-saëns piece that makes me go absolutely feral. it may be a go-to “we need something to spice up this concert program to make it not sound just Totally old and bland and white” but man. what an absolute party of a piece to play
mussorgsky, the great gate of kiev from pictures at an exhibition - i really love grandiose, epic pieces like this but this one in particular holds a special place in my heart bc (i think) this was the finale for my last high school orchestra concert which, while not the most rigorous group, was definitely the one with the fondest memories for me 😭i’m not gonna link it but i found a youtube clip of that performance and man. i miss.....this part through the end brings goosebumps to my skin and a tear to my eye aaaAAAA IT’S SO GOOD
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heounn-blog · 5 years
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TPN Rayanna / Rock Band AU / Modern
"Thank you, Saitama!" Emma shouts one last time while Don on the drums and Gilda on the keyboard make an epic roll to the end of the song, joined by Ray on lead, Norman on rhythm, and Anna on bass as they hit the last beat. Followed by the loud roar of the crowd waving light sticks in honor of their third concert's conclusion.
The band waved to their crowd, only to be replied with gifts being thrown onto the stage, voices of all types heard as they go on about how they love the members and how much of a great job they did.
A towel came tearing through to Anna which she caught with her hand outstretched to her left, she thanked the fan; waving at the direction the towel came from.
She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and her jaw, still waving and thanking the crowd despite the absence of her own microphone.
Ray couldn't help but sneak glances at the bassist while running his fingers through his bangs, which were messily tied with his ponytail, not noticing the rising temperature as they all remained still but panting.
Damn, she looked pretty from all angles every time. She didn't even think about how she looked, or smelled in front of the crowd.
But that's just it, Ray thought. She didn't need to be at her best for people to adore her. Anna was gorgeous just as herself and he knew that by heart.
Ray blinked, casually averting his eyes from Anna and to somewhere near her direction and continued to focus on thanking their audience.
;
It was noisy again, but in such a compact place like backstage, It reeked of sweat and the band's panting didn't help as they set their instruments down and pack up definitely did not help.
"Ray, we'll head out to smoke for a bit. Want to come with?" Norman invited.
"Thanks but I'm already out of breath, I don't wanna make it worse." Ray replied, exhaling deeply while packing his guitar and containing his personal amplifier.
Norman shrugged his guitar bag's strap onto his shoulder, "If you say so. We'll buy some stuff over at the convenience store across the street and return straight to the van." He said, turning his back and making his exit with Emma, wrapping his arm around her waist. "See you later, Ray." Ray hums in reply and slumps on a bean bag, sighing.
He watched as his bandmates left, leaving him to his thoughts, guess Gilda and Don are getting along quite well, huh. Congrats to them, he thought. A small smile tugging at the end of his lips as he rests his eyes. He didn't like thinking of it, but he couldn't keep it out of his mind either--when will it be his turn?
The clock continues to occupy the silence, Ray took the time to appreciate the faint sound of their audience as they slowly fade away. His eyes relaxed and he continues to sink into his slumber when, he heard someone.
"Ray?" Anna calls out, making Ray open his eyes and turn to the direction of her voice.
Anna had just entered from backstage II, the part of backstage that's directly connected to the stage. She must have attended to stuff from behind the curtains. "Anna." Ray identified, "They just left to puff, you can catch up if you leave right away." He followed, resuming is sunken position on the bean bag.
She sighed and combed her hair behind her ear, "I'd rather not, I'm exhausted."
Anna proceeded to fixing up her belongings passing by Ray who was close to dozing off.
"Pack up then, they're going straight back to the van after a few." Ray said, his words gradually turning into sleepy mumbles as he grabbed a towel and placed it on his face. He crossed his arms and legs then snoozed.
The bassist hummed a reply while doing so.
The ticking of the clock overlayed the silence of the room. The crowd was no longer present and backstage had less boots running around and voices to back-up the whole concert. They finished another concert and the adrenaline had finally left Anna's body and she realized how weary she felt. Honestly, she could sleep right then and there. But, since Ray had fallen asleep, she had to take responsibility for the two of them.
After clipping the last clip on her bass' case, she dusted her hands off and sat in front of one of the mirrors on the table. She really did not look her best, for her hair was frazzled, and her face was still a bit red from the heat.
Anna wiped her face and neck with the towel she got, combed and tied her hair back into a ponytail, and retouched herself with powder. That's better, her hair didn't stick to her sweaty back and it finally has open space to catch air, there's air-conditioning anyway so it will cool her off soon.
She glanced at Ray who had started snoring, meaning he really was sound asleep. Anna didn't expect he'd count on her to tell when they'd leave. He didn’t usually go to sleep, but then again, who wouldn't be drained? They jammed the playlist with most of the songs that took concentration and communication. One of the most difficult playlist they have planned, actually, Emma had planned.
He still had sweat around his neck, which meant he had wet spots on the rim of his shirt.
Ray could get pneumonia, she thought. Dried sweat won't do him any good especially since the room was air-conditioned.
Anna squated down next to him and leaned closer, scanning whether there were more so she wouldn't need to pause. She took her towel and started damping it gently around the spots where he had the most, down to his chest where she had to lift the rim of his shirt a bit to damp the part under. She didn't wipe all the spots she could reach, just a few was sufficient.
Before she knew it, her whole body was trembling and her face was flushed, sending chills down her spine. The more she attempted to stop shaking, the more it worsened.
It was her crush on Ray acting on her, she didn't really refuse having a crush on him. Well, not after Norman and Emma became a thing. Which meant she had him wide-open, she just didn't know how to approach him. But, she takes her chances when she's with them or when he needs to be attended to like so.
Anna breathed deeply to calm herself down, gesturing her hands along with it. It lessened her shaking at least, the last thing she wanted was to wake him up. But her heart's pace got worse. No matter, she only needed to dry up the part on the sides of his forehead, then it's over.
The thought of having a little left to do calmed her down, but she didn't think of the difficulty it was set on.
She started with lifting the corner of the towel that blocked it and placed it on the surface of the towel on his face, she paused.
Wow, Ray. How long your eyelashes were. She thought, It went well with how milky his skin was, his hair's dark color complemented his skin tone and she just couldn't imagine if he had his eyes open. His beady brown orbs looking back at her with immense conviction. It made her cheeks red again, her pupil's dilated at the new image she had of her crush even though he was unmoved. Keep it together, Annie! You have one job.
Anna blinked and shook her head, cupping it with two hands and again continuing to dry him.
He had a certain smell to him. It wasn't bad, he didn't have really bad apocrine glands like Don or Emma sometimes but... It was a smell you could identify him from, like his own. It was probably his detergent, but that's why she wanted to cuddle with him. His arms wrapped around her with the scent relaxing her, it was all she could dream of. She smiled.
An hour has passed, she couldn't stop day-dreaming about him, she found herself sat on the floor slumped into her arms on the bean bag Ray slept on. At that point, his face had tilted to Anna's direction and the towel on his face was off, which she set along with hers on the table beside them.
Anna gazed on the beauty before her. He snored louder than before but, his face made up for his noisy sleeping. It just made her smile more, giggle even.
She wanted to try something, since he was open.
Ray's mouth made a small opening, and Anna was getting tired staring at it flustered. She moved herself closer to his face and eyed his lips. Before she could do anything, she covered her face and smiled, squealing at the lowest volume she could ever do.
She opened her hands up and looked at him, making sure he didn't show signs that he was waking up or even remotely conscious.
Anna gave herself a green light and brought a strand of hair back her ear and leaned in with her eyes closed tightly.
Nope, she couldn't do it.
She peeked with an eye and looked at Ray once more and she froze.
Ray was awake. Looking at her, she noticed that his mouth was already closed too.
Anna was shaking, her eyes were wide and she had gone pale.
Her dignity just came crashing down before her and she couldn't comprehend what was happening but she was sure it wasn't good.
She squeaked, and covered her face with her hands. Her heart couldn't take it so she launched herself away from him but, before she could get far, Ray caught a hold of one of her hands and pulled her in for a hug.
Anna was in the comfort of Ray's arms and empathy but, she still couldn't believe that was how Ray found her out. She sunk her face in her hands and rested on whatever of Ray she leaned on.
He use his other hand to run his fingers through her hair and just comfort her. But, he was more than relieved but his heart said otherwise as it raced.
"You too, huh?" He said, his cheeks pink while looking away. Trying his best not to smile.
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moonlightsdreaming · 5 years
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GOOD THINGS FOR APRIL 12TH, 2019: I wound up being late with these because Star Wars Celebration is happening and that’s really sucked up what free time I have!  In honor of that, have some Star Wars fun things!
Day 1 Live Stream of Star Wars Celebration all in one place.  While there’s not a ton of new info or announcements, the big news was the teaser trailer, it was still fun to watch a bunch of it!
Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker teaser trailer!  I have to hand it to SW, I fully expected to watch the teaser trailer and feel nothing, the ST isn’t really my jam, or even to outright hate it.  And I’m still fully convinced that TROS is going to RUIN STAR WARS FOREVER, but goddamn that was an excellent teaser trailer.  Everyone LOOKS SO GOOD, the locations look fantastic, and THAT ENDING, the fandom has absolutely exploded and it’s been amazing, I HAVEN’T HAD THIS MUCH FUN AS A SW FAN IN A LONG TIME.
Kelly Marie Tran and JJ Abrams interview.  The three best things about the IX panel were: THE TEASER TRAILER, the concept art shots, and having KMT come out and get a standing ovation.  To have that carried through when she goes out for her The Star Wars Show interview, that they’re still cheering for her, after all that she faced, was incredible and wonderful and heart-warming to see.
Star Wars - Jedi: Fallen Order trailer!  Oh, even if they mess up my Jedi babes and the Jedi lore/philosophy, even if I’m disappointed by having yet another white dude as the lead character (assuming we don’t have character customization/creation), I’m still going to sob my way through this game and all the feelings it’ll give me.  Also, INQUISITORS OMG.
Star Wars - Vader Immortal trailer!  If nothing else, I at least want a playthrough of this because Maya Rudolph’s droid looks delightful and I want to know the story!
More Galaxy of Adventures shorts!  :D   R2-D2 - A Pilot's Best Friend,  Han Solo vs. the Space Slug, and Darth Vader vs. the Rebel Fleet.  All a bunch of fun with some really cool animation--those shots of the flames reflected in Vader’s lenses was especially incredible.
GOOD THINGS FOR APRIL 13TH, 2019:
Fruits Basket episode 2!  I haven’t finished it yet (I’m watching it as I gif the hell out of it) but I’ve been enjoying the new anime so much, I love that it has a different feel from the first anime (which I still love very much), that there’s a heavier feeling here, you can tell how the show is much, much more aware of the characters’ upcoming arcs, how so many things are hanging over their heads, in a way that I really like.  It’s not adding a lot of necessarily new stuff, but it’s really enjoyable to see it in lovely animation and to get to experience the story all over again, knowing how it comes out and so enjoying the journey on the way there.
Sharp Objects is a show that I’ve been meaning to watch for awhile, since I read the book a few years back (and I think it’s probably my favorite of Gillian Flynn’s books--or maybe the one that frustrated me the least) and I was wondering how the TV adaptation went.  I’m only one episode in so far, but I’m enjoying it a lot.  I’m really glad they aged Amma up and so far the actors are all doing a really great job and I’m rolling around in my love of complicated, messy, not always nice female characters.
My comfort shows having new episodes!  Bob’s Burgers!  Buzzfeed Unsolved - The Unexplained Murder of Bugsy Siegel! Killing Eve! The Good Fight! My Little Pony!  And Game of Thrones is finally coming back!
GOOD THINGS FOR APRIL 14TH, 2019:
I got sucked into listening to a bunch of Paul F.  Tompkins routines clips, after having been away from the comedy scene for awhile, and was DELIGHTED by a bunch of them!  Some favorites were:      The Sink & The Mirror      Cake v. Pie      Learning To Brush      Go Ask Alice      Magic Castle      Peanut Brittle
I have sugar free lemon candies from the dollar store and they are D E L I C I O U S omg.  The peppermint ones are pretty good as well, but the lemon drop ones are the best thing ever.
Love Nikki still makes me really happy.  ♥  And Shining Nikki looks really cool and I hope there’s an English version someday.
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newmanyvonne96 · 4 years
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And because of hybrid grape variety which you could easily plant them in many ways.Danie wraps up the second largest distribution channel in the effort then here are some of the market, which are broken down to the best position is good water drainage.Grapes also require sufficient water supply in your area may have its unique taste.What is really of good fruit growth for the grapes will be to choose the ones used for larger wood on the location for growing a grape harvest.Planting grapes is known all over the world independently developed the Concord grape vines, probably the most profitable option - and more people are unaware of the wine.
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Growing grapes the right level before you start.If you are going to use a hand pruner is ideal for grape growing differs from cultivating massive grape vineyards have fertile soil, several water and an honor to grow.The most common vineyard layouts are square and rectangular.Unlike some other countries like Brazil and Uruguay that share the glitter of fame in grape production with the success of growing grapes easy and straightforward.It is now almost all over the entire vine.
Read on to make wine, jelly, juice, soft drinks, and candy.Visit a garden at home, knowing a particular climate and soil that drains fast to prevent disease and inclement weather.After planting, set up a European or American grape species each variety.Posts must be your keys to successful grape growing.Make sure the fertilizer is the one important thing they need trellises to break and hit the ground where it came from, and to consider pest control prove to be able to begin thinking about growing grapes at home can prove to be removed.
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Chapter 7: dead or alive fight back
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“That’s enough, Vitenka.” The washer kicked on with a polite whir as Viktor skulked past Yuuri back into the apartment. The latter almost followed after, but his head was already pounding from all the alcohol last night, and fighting with Viktor was like fighting with an incredibly stubborn, incredibly intelligent brick wall.
Yuuri should have seen the fight coming.  All the warning signs had been there the night they had drunk vodka and listened through the Orff piece.  But he had, as usual, been slightly drunker than the other two, which was slightly more than intended.  The ache of responsibility would not excuse itself from his chest, even though he knew it wasn’t even really his business.
           Except that he considered everything about Viktor’s mood his business these days.
           He had seen that frozen look that Viktor had whenever he was trying – and failing – to be gracious in masking his distaste.  The tension behind the eyes that flicked over a translation he’d quickly googled on his phone.  The fingers curled tightly and pressed to his lips.  The impatient huffs and hums.  Yuuri knew that he was not the only one who noticed the little high-pitched whines when the momentum of the piece lulled, like a dog who whines at a siren.
           Their first year together, the year of their engagement, Viktor’s moodiness hadn’t really come up – Yuuri would later learn that his husband attributed his cool and pleasant disposition to his newfound love and the unlimited access to the hot springs.  But almost two years in, he had become no stranger to the grouchy slumps into which Viktor fell, especially when he was stressed, and especially when he was away from Makkachin.
He’d tried to ask their Russian rinkmates for advice, insight, anything to appease the beast that bristled in Viktor’s chest when things weren’t going quite as planned, but nobody had much to say beyond, That side of him can be so scary – I try to stay away when I see him in a huff.  Mila recalled her first years studying with Yakov, watching a teenage Viktor sit through five consecutive skate sessions until his coach finally conceded to let him skate Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore for his free program.  He’d been a pristine, shining marble statue in his beauty and his coldness and his absolute stubbornness.  Even with Yakov screaming in his face, he’d barely looked up from his phone.
It didn’t take much, especially in familiar company.  Yuuri had seen Viktor’s day ruined by the caption of one of Christophe’s Instagram photos.  One bad proof out of the hundred his last photoshoot had yielded.  A discrepancy between the weather forecast and the actual weather.
Everyone knew to stay away.  Except… well, Yurio knew.  He just didn’t care.
           Viktor didn’t like Carmina Burana.  Specifically, he didn’t like it for skating.  A lifelong legacy of wins had groomed in him a compulsion-like reflex to love or hate the music he heard.  It was obnoxious, the black-and-white-ness of it, especially considering his harsh first impressions were usually right.
           That wasn’t to say Yuuri especially loved it himself – there were certainly one or two strong movements, but the themes tended to be repetitive and without direction, like the chanting of the monks the composer had clearly tried to emulate.  There were a time and place for this kind of music, for sure, and when he had first heard Carmina Burana years ago in Detroit he had been swept away by a story of loneliness and fellowship and love and loss. There were even a few movements he himself would consider skating.
           “It’s all about sex,” Viktor huffed, pacing their apartment the next morning under the weakest pretense of unpacking.  “It’s springtime!  Lusty spring!  Everyone drinks and fucks and one day you’ll die!  Perfect!”  Yuuri wished Makkachin were there to lighten the atmosphere, and possibly to motivate his husband to be a bit less aggressive with his stomps.  “This is not the work to honor with dignity the death of a loved one.  No matter how much he may have liked it.”  He threw the last of his shirts into the washing machine and slammed the door shut.  “I understand Yurio’s in pain but we are not here to humor his every whim.”
           “Viktor, he’s trying to find his footing,” Yuuri muttered, leaning in the doorway to watch his husband’s irate clothes-sorting session with quiet concern.  “It’s something Otabek left behind.”
           “Yes, well, I’m sure he left behind some underwear too, so at least Yurio already has a costume.”
           “That’s enough, Vitenka.”
           The washer kicked on with a polite whir as Viktor skulked past Yuuri back into the apartment.  The latter almost followed after, but his head was already pounding from all the alcohol last night, and fighting with Viktor was like fighting with an incredibly stubborn, incredibly intelligent brick wall.
           Yuuri had fallen asleep before the fight proper had even begun, but in retrospect, he had definitely seen the warning signs.  Yurio had grown more and more irritated at Viktor’s audible displeasure, responding with his own little snorts, an eye roll, a middle finger.
           Viktor had let out a dry, humorless laugh when he heard the song of the roasted swan.  The tortured nasal cry of a countertenor raked against their eardrums as he cried, “Now I lie on the plate, and cannot fly anymore, I see bared teeth!”
           “This one would be perfect to skate – I think I’ll recommend it to Georgi,” he’d mumbled.  Yuuri, in spite of himself, could not help but giggle, but Yurio was approaching totally incensed.
           Why had Yuuri let himself get so drunk?  Could he have stopped this?
           He’d sprung awake to the strangled shouts of a heated argument in what must have started out as hushed tones.  Viktor was half-shouting in Russian while Yuri, tears streaming down his face, jammed a finger over and over again into the older man’s chest, hissing his own retaliation.
           “…отвали, мудак, блядь!”
           “…нет оправдания быть эгоистичным!”
           “пошёл на хуй, я любила его!”
           The bottle dangling from Yurio’s hand fell to the floor with a crash.
           Yuuri was already deep into what promised to be a day-long hangover.  He could feel the room lurch around him as he pulled himself to his feet.
           “What on earth is going on?  What happened?  Viktor?” he shot his husband a pointed glare, swallowing down the bile burning in his throat.  The clock on the stove read 5:14.  He gestured towards it, rubbing his temples with his finger and thumb.  “Don’t you see it’s… where are your neighbors? Shit.”
           “Anata, this is foolish.  He’s being hasty in his…” Viktor started in Japanese, but he was soon cut off by Yuri’s furious snarl.
           “You married a selfish piece of shit, pig,” he clipped.  “This is fucking stupid.  Get out.  Go home.  I don’t want to see your fucking faces.”
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           The best way to deal with a fuming Viktor was to give him space, let him stomp it out, and let him get hungry enough to think he’d just been hangry.  Yuuri retreated to the bath with a cold sports drink, his Bluetooth speakers, and his copy of The Name of the Wind.  The steamy waters eased the tension from his headache just enough to let him focus on Kvothe’s epic tale, and his classical music playlist was just enough to drown out the sullen grunts and stomps from the other side of the door.  This was supposed to be the list of prospective pieces for his free skate program, but this skating season hardly felt like a reality anymore.
           Besides, Viktor’s fits were nothing compared to Yurio’s.  This little “mood” had been timely enough to potentially settle his decision to take the season off.  Viktor was supposed to start coaching the younger in full this year to open up Yakov’s time to more students.  He’d get over a drunken spat in no time.  He might even hear Yurio out on a few of the solos from the Orff.  Presuming Yurio would forgive his behavior at all, which at the moment was presuming a lot.  What a damn mess.
           The clock on his phone read 15:39.  Ten hours since he’d dragged his seething husband home.  Ten hours since Yuri had kicked them out.  Yuuri knew he wouldn’t be over it, but it was worth a shot.
           He opened a new message and quickly typed out,
 >We should talk about Estuans interius or Stetit puella for your short program if you’re serious about this music.  Don’t let him discourage you.  I’ll even help you choreograph it.
           He reviewed it, not entirely satisfied but not sure how he could make it better, then pressed “Send”.  A reply came in the amount of time it took him to read two more pages.
 >Fuck off.  I’m done.
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Cemetery was the right vibe for a glamour goth wedding
Grossan, a music aficionado, and the rock musician Ayers, who has jazz in his blood, aren’t the “wedding factory” types. (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)
Molly Creeden
Just months after they started dating more than two years ago, Ally Jane Grossan and Nabil Ayers felt certain they were headed for marriage, and it was with as much surety that they didn’t want their wedding to feel formulaic and familiar.
“We wanted to get married somewhere that’s isn’t a wedding factory,” said Grossan, a founder of Brooklyn FI, a financial planning firm geared to creatives and tech entrepreneurs in New York. “It’s always the same: a beautiful space, flowers and salmon or chicken, and we just wanted to do something that wasn’t that.”
By many markers, the couple’s evening wedding on Thursday, Dec. 20, in the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery could not be typecast. There was DJ Gregg Foreman — lithe former music director for the musician Cat Power with Joan Jett hair — who played songs by the Cure on the piano. There was the bride’s walk down the aisle with her parents, to the cascading drumbeats of the eerie first bars of “Atmosphere” by post-punk band Joy Division. There was the irrevocable fact that several yards away, entertainment industry legacies — from Mickey Rooney to Johnny Ramone — lay deceased.
“I don’t know why, I’ve always loved cemeteries,” said Grossan, 30. “Père Lachaise in Paris is one of my favorite places; Green-Wood in Brooklyn. I don’t think they’re morbid. I think they’re beautiful.” Ayers, 46, agreed: “It’s like a beautiful park.”
It was at another wedding reception in June 2016 at House of Yes, an events space in Bushwick, Brooklyn, where Ayers first spotted Grossan. “I remember thinking, who is that beautiful woman standing there?” he said. The two were in attendance to celebrate the marriage of respective co-workers: Anna Bond, with whom Ayers worked at 4AD, an independent record label where he is the US label manager, and the groom, J Edward Keyes, who was Grossan’s then-boss at Bandcamp, a self-publishing music platform where she was a senior editor.
Ayers waited to make his move until he saw Grossan chatting with Joan LeMay, a friend from Seattle, where from 1997 to 2008, he ran Sonic Boom Records and was a drummer in indie rock bands like the Long Winters. Ayers greeted his friend, who introduced him to Grossan. “My first impression was that he was wearing this fabulous suit with cool glasses,” she said of Ayers’ signature oversize frames.
The pair spoke for a few minutes before rejoining the party, and then found each other again, talking for an hour against the backdrop of karaoke. They spoke about music. At 24, Grossan had been appointed the series editor of the publisher Bloomsbury’s 33-1/3 Series, a collection of biographies about individual music albums and artists. “I, and anyone else who had ever heard about it, was impressed by that,” Ayers said.
Ayers is the son of noted jazz composer and vibraphonist Roy Ayers, with whom he has had a distant relationship. He was given a drum set at age 2 by his uncle, jazz musician Alan Braufman, and has made music his lifeblood since.
Nabil Ayers, center, and Ally Jane Grossan are lifted during “Hava Nagila” at their wedding reception at the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles. (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)
“I remember someone telling me that night: ‘Oh that’s Nabil Ayers from 4AD, that guy’s a big shot,’” Grossan said. After the two parted ways, Grossan followed Ayers on Twitter in the Uber ride back to her home in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
The next day, Ayers reached out to LeMay with a request: Could she ask Grossan to pass along her email address? Once in hand, Ayers sent Grossan a casual message mentioning Skee-Ball, which Grossan had revealed was a talent. Two days later, Ayers was surprised he hadn’t heard back. “I thought it was weird. We’d gotten along well, and my friend had asked her if it was OK to get in touch.”
After giving the go-ahead, Grossan thought it was odd that she hadn’t heard from Ayers. “I checked the spam folder and was like, ‘No way, this doesn’t happen.’” There was Ayers’s email from his 4AD address.
Grossan responded immediately and the two made plans to meet the following Sunday for a drink. On the Thursday evening beforehand, however, Grossan was seated at a table in the Hammerstein Ballroom at the Libera Awards — a ceremony honoring the indie music community — and heard Ayers’ name announced. She looked up to see him walking on stage to accept an award on behalf of singer/songwriter Grimes for the video “Kill V. Maim.” Grossan emailed him: “Short and sweet — great speech.”
They found each other after the program and Grossan invited Ayers to join a group heading to a karaoke bar (note: for how much karaoke appears in this story, the groom does not particularly enjoy it). There, jammed into a bench with industry peers, Ayers was enchanted as Grossan sang the grim, rapid fire lyrics to System of a Down’s “Chop Suey” with perfect elocution. “She took her shoes off for the song, and I was like, ‘Whoa, she’s really going to do it,’” Ayers said. “I was really impressed.”
The group dispersed and Grossan and Ayers wound up at New Wonjo in Koreatown, talking over cold noodles late into the night. That night the couple kissed for the first time.
It would be the first of many dates.
“Most of the men in the music journalism space are obnoxious: They’re proud of knowing the names of every single album,” Grossan said. “But Nabil knows more that everyone and is so understated. He never tries to display his knowledge to anyone. He’s just excited to talk about it.”
Like the tongue-twisting lyrics to Chop Suey, the relationship moved at a heady clip. On an early date, Grossan mentioned that her favorite album was Hole’s Celebrity Skin; several weeks later, on her birthday in July, Ayers gave her a copy in vinyl. That month, the pair decided on impulse that Grossan would be Ayers’ date to a September wedding in Paris. And in October, Ayers met Grossan’s father, television producer Mark Grossan, in a hot tub during Orange County’s Beach Goth music festival. By Christmas, they had plans for Ally Jane Grossan to move into Ayers’ Brooklyn Heights apartment when her lease was up in May.
In early 2018, Ayers began looking for rings to propose to Grossan. Once he found one — a vintage emerald-cut diamond with two baguettes that reminded him of the art deco angles of the Chrysler Building — he put his plan in motion. He had arranged to have Julien Baker, Grossan’s favorite musician, perform a private serenade during the Sasquatch Music Festival in George, Washington, on May 25, 2018.
But the couple was running late that day. Grossan got her first speeding ticket while they were en route to the Gorge Ampitheater from Seattle. She was frazzled as Ayers hurried her through security, texting with Baker’s manager about the mere minutes they had before the musician was due on stage. Telling Grossan they were hurrying to meet a friend at a backstage video shoot, Ayers wove them through the 20,000-person crowd, past the tour buses, and around a bend behind the stage. There, they found Baker and her violinist on a cliff overlooking the gorge. She started playing Love Me Tender by Elvis. When the violin solo began, Ayers dropped to one knee and asked Grossan to marry him.
The couple chose to marry in Los Angeles, where Grossan grew up and where her grandparents, Murray and Rosalyn Grossan, 95 and 94, live. (They were unable, however, to attend the wedding). Ayers had recently organised a show at the Hollywood Cemetery and thought it might dually be suitable for matrimony. On the summer day when Grossan and her mother toured the cemetery for a visit, the staff was cleaning up the site of the memorial for Chris Cornell, Soundgarden’s frontman.
Nabil Ayers, right, and Ally Jane Grossan at their wedding reception at the Masonic Lodge at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles, (Elizabeth Lippman/The New York Times)
On the evening of December 20, however, morbidity was the last thing on the minds of the 125 friends and family who gathered in the temple of Masonic Lodge in festive interpretations of “glamour goth,” the couple’s suggested attire for guests. This meant oversize earrings, peacock feathers, sparkly slides, tattooed fingers, faux fur and evening gowns, with an over-index of black rimmed glasses paired with long rocker hair.
“Each of you are glowing tonight, and the love of life that you are share with each other helps to light this world around us,” said the officiant, Rabbi Michele Ellise Lenke, under a white huppah in the temple room, which was a vision in crimson, from carpet to walls, with a Masonic Eastern Star hanging in the center. “Julien Baker may sing about turning the lights out,” the rabbi said, “but my wish for you is to keep shining bright.”
In his vows, Ayers spoke of his respect for Grossan’s drive and ambition, and called her his motivation in life. “I’ve always been a happy person,” he said. “It’s become clear to me that you’ve always been a happy person. So it’s hard to believe that I would meet someone who has made me infinitely happier, but you’ve done that.”
Grossan, who is taking her husband’s last name, praised his accomplishments and his “infectious warmth.” “Waiters, bartenders, shopkeepers and strangers we meet are immediately drawn to you,” she said. “It’s like the whole world is completely in love with you, but not as much as me. I vow to protect and cherish that feeling.”
In toasts over dinner in the building’s Eastern Star Room, where guests drank sparkling Topo Chico water, natural libations from Silverlake’s Psychic Wines, and ate a Mediterranean buffet feast, Ayers was referred to by a co-worker, Gabe Spierer, as “the nicest guy in rock.”
(“Not only rock, but one of the nicest guys in earth, wind and water,” Matt Berninger, the frontman for the rock band the National amended later in the evening).
Ayers’ mother Louise Vesper, a former ballet dancer, recalled seeing the body language between the couple for the first time, and praised the fact that “in their busy lives, they still make time for their parents.” The party moved back across the hall to the Masonic Temple for dancing, and then onto an after party at Brass Monkey — for karaoke, of course.
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The Biggest Logic Hole in the History of Cinema
by Clay Keller
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I wish it didn’t have to be like this. Generally speaking, there’s nothing wrong with Clark Johnson’s S.W.A.T. (2003); it’s a relatively diverting LAPD action thriller with a surprisingly solid, “in-their-prime,” cast.* Under different circumstances, producer Neal H. Moritz’s 2 Fast 2 Furious follow-up could be remembered for any number of things. It could be remembered for the cracker jack airplane paintball training sequence, or for LL Cool J’s preposterous abdominal muscles, or perhaps even for Gamble, Jeremy Renner’s emo ex-S.W.A.T. villain, who definitely looks like this:
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But that would be under different circumstances. As things are, all of the positive aspects of the fourth of five (!) Colin Farrell movies released in 2003 are overshadowed by the fact that this film contains the single most inexplicable logic hole / paradox in the history of movies.
At this point, you might be saying to yourself, “I don’t remember those parts of the movie that are supposedly ‘overshadowed’ by that other part of the movie that I don’t remember.” And you’d be right, because you don’t care about S.W.A.T., no one does.
But you’re about to.
Part One: The Theme Song
S.W.A.T was not the first time that a television show was adapted into a feature film. In fact, without doing any research, I’d venture to guess that S.W.A.T. isn’t even the second or third time this happened. And when a television show is adapted for the big screen, it is commonplace to include some kind of winking, self aware, moment that lets the audience know that the filmmakers are aware that the story they are telling is derived from a different story that was previously told on a different medium. Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson sharing a scene with the actors who played the original Starsky and Hutch in Starsky and Hutch (2004) comes to mind, or the “does she always look like she’s in slow-motion?” joke from the trailer for Baywatch (2017). There are many more examples, but since those are the only ones that immediately came to mind, they must be the best.
Considering that long, proud tradition, it isn’t unreasonable that the people behind S.W.A.T. wanted to throw in a reference or two to the ol’ TV show. In fact, the fans would expect no less! And the references begin subtly enough, with the famous theme song from the show, originally composed by Barry De Vorzon, woven into the fabric of the score of the film, composed by Elliot Goldenthal. This is great, a nice little nod to the TV show that instantly evokes jaunty 70’s police fun without being too on-the-nose or distracting. Plus, since the characters in movies cannot hear the score music, having the original theme song present there doesn’t create any irreparable tears in the foundational logic of the world of the movie.
So far, so good. But then…
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Midway through the movie, after successfully passing the aforementioned airplane paintball trial and officially becoming a S.W.A.T. unit, our heroes go out for a celebratory BBQ dinner. They laugh, drink, ogle Ladies Love Cool James’ abs, listen to a somber speech by Sam Jackson about the unacceptability of dying, and then begin singing the theme song from S.W.A.T. the TV show. All of them. In unison.
At first blush this may not seem like an issue. After all, the S.W.A.T. theme song is simple and catchy. Real-life S.W.A.T. teams probably sing it all the time, like how pilots are constantly humming the Wings theme, and you can’t walk past a fire station without hearing some firefighter jamming out Third Watch on an electric keyboard. The issue comes with the realization that this particular S.W.A.T. team is in a movie directly based on the TV show that this song originates from, sharing their names and characteristics with the characters from said show. If the TV show existed in the world of the movie, and they all know it well enough to spontaneously break out singing the theme, surely by now one or more of them would have had the existential meltdown that comes with noticing that you and your friends have the exact same names as a fictional S.W.A.T. team from a thirty year old television show. Surely.
But maybe not.
While this seems like a fairly egregious oversight, it isn’t completely damning, and, with a little bit of “deleted scene hypothesizing,” can be explained away. Perhaps in the world of S.W.A.T., that catchy theme song did not originate with Mr. De Vorzon and the Aaron Spelling-produced show, which of course couldn’t exist, but rather with our heroes themselves, composed at some point in the course of the narrative and adopted as a personal pump-up jam. As far as I know, such a scene does not exist, but easily could, and would make an excellent addition to one of the films myriad training montages:
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For this theory to hold water, one needs to assume that Oscar-nominated composer Marc Shaiman would be friends with Samuel L. Jackson’s Sgt. Dan “Hondo” Harrelson, but Shaiman seems very likable, so I buy it.
Whew, that was close. Clark Johnson, screenwriter David Ayer, and company, almost obliterated the reality of their film for a tossed-off joke, but with a little creative thinking on the part of the audience, the movie can continue on, unabated. All they need to do now is avoid making any more references to…
Part Two: The Actual Goddamn Show
… oh come on.
Mere minutes after the movie’s first flirtation with smashing through the fourth wall like the Kool-Aid Man, we find our heroes enjoying a much-deserved day off.
Sgt. Hondo and Lt. Velasquez (Reg E. Cathy) are putting in some time on the links…
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… while Deacon takes his kids shopping…
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… TJ (Josh Charles) has a predictably douchey (lunch?) date at a French restaurant…
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… Sanchez (Michelle Rodriguez) tests Street’s step-dad potential with a backyard water gun fight…
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… and Boxer (Brian Van Holt) shirks his household chores…
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… while kicking back on the couch with a lukewarm Dr. Pepper…
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… and blithely watching everything he thought he knew about the universe be thrown into utter chaos.
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Well, shit. So much for the airtight “personal team theme song composed for them by Oscar-nominated composer Marc Shaiman” theory. This scene confirms it: the TV show S.W.A.T., a spin-off of The Rookies that aired from 1975–1976, exists in the world of the movie. The reason everyone was able to sing the theme song during that scene in the BBQ restaurant is because they are all aware (and presumably fans) of the TV show, S.W.A.T., which, again, exists.
How is it possible, in light of this new information, that every single last goddamn fucking scene in this movie doesn’t play out like so:
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It just doesn’t make sense! All things considered, the movie S.W.A.T. should be about regular blue collar cops who, after bearing witness to a glitch in the space-time continuum, slowly lose their minds as they become feverishly obsessed with figuring out how this is possible and if they can fix this broken reality. Not one drug lord should be apprehended from a flaming private jet, not one beach dramatically ran upon by a dripping-wet Colin Farrell. Who has time for that kinda crap in the midst of their psyche slowly cracking into a million pieces? S.W.A.T. should essentially be the same movie as Jake Gyllenhaal’s Enemy, but with significantly more hair gel and leather cuffs; there’s no reason it doesn’t end with every character either dead, in an institution, or facing down a spider the size of a bus.
Part Three: Theories
Honestly, the time for excuses is over. The stretch that was necessary to explain away the theme song gaffe was just barely short enough that I was willing to make it. This, however, is a bridge too far. By including a clip from the actual show, S.W.A.T. earned itself the dubious honor of having The Biggest Logic Hole In The History Of Cinema, full-stop.
However, in blatant defiance of the sentence immediately preceding this one, I am not going to stop, but rather press forward, with a collection of theories that attempt to bring sense to the nonsensical, and fill The Biggest Logic Hole In The History Of Cinema.
Each theory will be followed by points both for, and against.
Theory 1: The characters in the movie all love S.W.A.T. so much that they legally changed their names to those of the characters on the show.
Ok, maybe? But since none of the characters know each other at the beginning of the film, that means they all did this very weird thing independent of each other, and just coincidentally all picked different characters. Then to top it off, they were all recruited for the job that the fictional character that they named themselves after also had, and in the same unit, no less. And then they never spoke about it.
Actually, no. For the one, the probability of that happening is infinitesimal, and for two we know from the movie that Hondo didn’t recruit people based on their names, he recruited them based on their willingness to beat the hell out of suspects, and enjoy “good old fashioned American hot dogs.” Plus, if it was some pro-level “The Secret” shit, they would go on about it non-fucking-stop and they’d be on, like, The Talk, if that’s still a show.
Theory 2: It’s the holodeck, from Star Trek
“Whoa, these theories sure went off the rails quick, didn’t they?” Why yes, they did. The theories went off the rails with a quickness that is in direct proportion to the insanity of the hole.
S.W.A.T. officer Michael Boxer (the grinning layabout we see watching S.W.A.T. on his couch) is actually Lt. Mike Boxer, a security officer on a Galaxy Class starship that isn’t the Enterprise, I don’t know their names, but one of the other ones. Since nothing ever fucking happens out in space (remember, not the Enterprise), Lt. Boxer stares wistfully out at the stars, lost in nostalgic reveres about the good ol’ days of cops and international drug kingpins, until he remembers that there is a holodeck and he can just go and do the damn thing. So, not unlike Capt. Picard and his 40s private eye fantasies, Lt. Boxer wiles away the hours in his program set in 2003 Los Angeles, because really, was there ever a better place and moment in American history?
I’m still thinkin’ no. If this is Boxer’s program, which is assumed because he’s the one who is unequivocally aware of the show, why is he not the lead? Hell, he isn’t even on the poster! Who writes themselves into something as a supporting character who gets shot and has to sit out the entire climax of the story? Unless this is some sort of reverse- Lt. Barclay situation, where in real life Boxer is the cock of the walk and his secret fantasy is to be background bullet fodder… I don’t know. I’ll chalk this one up as a “possible.”
(You: “Wait, the author snarkily implies that, like all cool people, he knows the bare-minimum necessary about Star Trek, but then invokes occasional guest character Lt. Barclay as a reference? Just how much does he actually know about Star Trek: The Next Generation? Is he secretly a big The Talk fan as well?” Me: “Fuck you, that’s how much.”)
Theory 3: Michael Boxer is a bored immortal and/or interdimensional being
This theory is similar to the holodeck theory, but with a less proprietary mythology. Basically, Boxer is an ancient, and possibly interdimensional, being who loved the television show S.W.A.T. so much that he decided his late-20th century game would be organically recreating the program, with real people and real situations. He Marty McFly-ed all of the heroes’ parents (“You know a name I’ve always liked? Hondo...”) then took up some sort of mentorship role during their youths (a teacher, coach, surprisingly wise vagrant, etc) to subtly nudge them in the direction of law enforcement. Boxer has had millennia of practice with human Rube Goldberg puzzles like this, so he’s really fucking good at it and it works like a charm.
“If he was an influential part of their young adulthoods, why doesn’t anyone recognize him as such?” Easy, the mustache. Next.
“Why does he allow himself to be shot at the end of the second act?” Because he needs to take himself out of the situation in order for his little baby birds to fly on their own. Next.
“What about the continued existence of the show? And knowledge of the theme song?” In his capacity as wise vagrant, he indoctrinated his pupils with the idea that television is evil and should be avoided at all costs. As for the song? Welcome back to the game, Clay’s Perfect Marc Shaiman Theory From Earlier!
Holy shit, you guys. I think we did it. We patched the biggest logic hole in the history of cinema. Congrats, Brian Van Holt! Here you’ve been for the last fifteen years thinking you played seventh banana in a moderately successful PG-13 franchise non-starter, when you were actually playing omniscient god-like banana in a moderately successful PG-13 franchise non-starter. I’m glad we were able to do you this service. You can now be at peace.
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Part Four: What Come Next?
As you are no doubt already aware, the S.W.A.T. legacy is far from concluded. A new version of the series, from The Shield creator Shawn Ryan and Fast Five director Justin Lin, is premiering this fall on CBS. Oddly, it is an adaptation of both the TV show and the movie, since it incorporates the Chris Sanchez character that was originated by Michelle Rodriguez in the film.
This begs the question, will ageless interdimensional trickster god Michael Boxer also appear in the new series? According to imdb it would seem that he does not show up in the pilot, but that doesn’t mean much. Scripts can be rewritten. Pilots can be re-shot. Just imagine the narrative possibilities of adding a TV-obsessed, all-powerful, immortal character to a gritty LA police / social drama. I’m not saying that it will be better, because that is obvious, and I am not in the habit of redundantly pointing out the obvious.
Do with this information what you will, Shawn Ryan. I know you’ll make the correct choice.
In Conclusion:
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*S.W.A.T. is actually a pretty damn good time. Underrated. Check it out. 
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Lance Alexander Rafael McClain is born in the middle of a summer storm, thunder cracking and rain slamming onto the roof of an old ramshackle house that had seen more than its fair share of children.
The miracle baby, that’s what the family had called Lance. The unexpected son to a mother of five daughters.
(In which family is always complicated, Lance’s life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, and he and Keith are really emotionally constipated for each other.)
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Relationships: Keith/Lance, significant platonic Lance & Hunk
Characters: Lance, Lance’s family, Hunk, Keith, Shiro, Pidge, Allura, Coran
Chapter 8: Longings
(( Author’s Note:
(kicks down door) Greetings, I'm back.
Apologies for being away from this fic so long. It's been a weird few months for me with a lot of personal stuff going on (If you follow me on social media I'm sure you witnessed the fallout of my breakup with my near year-long partner, for one), and that in addition to the Large amount of discourse in the fandom that sprung up after season 2, particularly surrounding Lance content, made me too nervous to update for a long time.
It took a while, but I eventually remembered that I started this fic for me, because it makes me happy, and letting the pressures of how long an update was or worrying over people's demands for when Keith would arrive was only hurting me, and my ability to write the fic.
So new rule. I'm doing this at my pace, Keith will get here when he gets here. End of story.
Now, before we begin, a couple things:
I'm incredibly honored and delighted to present to you all the finished version of Peachlance's fanart for this fic, which if you remember I linked the WIP sketch to a couple chapters back. You can check out their gorgeous art of Lance & Hunk here on tumblr, or here on twitter.
Also! I'm still not an artist in the slightest, but for those of y'all desiring them, here's some rough references for Mavis and Ritzie & Yuu I did a few months ago.
That's it. Have fun, bye. ))
Mavis’s apartment is a tiny thing on the thirteenth floor of a crumbling old residential building wedged between two larger, shinier new buildings, the few small windows in her apartment providing absolutely stunning views of her fire escape and the wall of the building outside.
It’s tiny, jam-packed, and bordering on claustrophobic, with its singular bedroom, living room, kitchenette, and bathroom all crammed together into one small unit. As a whole, it’s considerably smaller than Lance’s home, even if he is used to sharing that space with a hoard of other people, and arguably he’s pretty sure Mavis’s bedroom is actually slightly smaller than his and Hunk’s dorm room at Greenwood, which is saying something, given that’s not exactly a large space either.
Lance loves it instantly.
The first time he sees the apartment, an exhaustingly long thirty minute subway ride involving three train changes away from the airport, Mavis kicks the door open with otherwise little fanfare, dumping Lance’s suitcase by the door and straightening up.
“Welcome to city living! Mi casa es tu casa.”
Lance snorts, eyes roaming over the mess of dirty dishes in the sink, the unfolded pile of laundry on the coffee table, the assortment of books and music sheets on the kitchen counter. “Tu casa es un desastre.”
“Hush.” Mavis says, pointing a finger at him. “You try being an adult capable of clean, organized living these days. It’s hard.”
“You’re twenty-five.” Lance deadpans, and Mavis sniffs, flipping her hair and crossing her arms, pouting.
“Don’t remind me. I already feel old.” She claps her hands, grabbing Lance’s bag again and swinging it over her shoulder easily as if it isn’t heavily packed with everything Lance needs to survive here for three and a half weeks. “C’mon, let’s get you settled. You’re lucky I bought a bed that has one of those second mattress pullout trundle things in case one of my brothers or Evie ever came to stay or something.”
“Goodie.” Lance mutters, and Mavis smirks back at him, nudging the bedroom door open just as her phone goes off. Pulling it out of her pocket, she glances at the number and winces. “Work. I need to take this.” Swinging Lance’s bag off her shoulder, she turns and bodily chucks it at the trundle bed, sending it flying onto it with a loud crash that leaves Lance wincing and pitying his cousin’s neighbors. “Go ahead and get settled while I’m on the phone, if you want. There’s some toiletries and spare clothes I picked up just in case, since I wasn’t sure if you packed enough given I do the laundry like… once a month.”
“Gross.” Mavis snorts, and nudges him into the room, pulling the door shut behind her as she turns back to the living room, answering her call with a muffled, yet distinctly blunt “What.”, obviously none-to-pleased with whomever is calling her on her day off.
Sighing, Lance shuffles his way over to the trundle bed, nudging his suitcase over to a corner as best he can and then flopping down, savoring being able to stretch out properly after hours of being crammed on first a plane and then the subway. He may be smaller than an adult, or even, admittedly, small for his age, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates being shoved into tight spaces for extended periods of time any more than the next person.
Rubbing at his eyes, he sits up and turns to the small pile of clothes and what looks like a spare toothbrush and face-wash, among other things, resting on the pillow. He moves the toiletries without much thought, idly inspecting the label on the face-wash and happily noting it’s a brand he’s used before, but when he turns to the clothes he hesitates, looking at the shirt resting on top properly for the first time and noting a… small problem.
It’s pink.
A bright, searing pink, small flowers patterned along the collar and lace for sleeves.
Hands shaking, he grabs the fabric and carefully lifts it up, eyes roaming over the distinctly feminine cut and color of the shirt with a kind of displaced horror, offset by the hesitant want he feels just from looking.
The shirt is exactly the kind of thing he would have picked out, a year and a lifetime ago. On instinct, he holds it to his nose, and it smells… not like what he remembers when he thinks of clothing like this, of Loraine’s shampoo and his mother’s laundry detergent, but it does smell somewhat like Mavis, like the subtle scent of her leather jacket and her apartment, and that is… not right, but not wrong either.
God though, that doesn’t take the edge off the wanting, even noting these minute differences between his memories of the life he craves and his reality. If anything, knowing it’s real, here and presented in this space where he is relatively free of the consequences of such choices, makes the whole thing worse.
Almost idly, hands gripping light fabric, he thinks of a story his Aunt Rosa had told him once as a child, an old Greek myth from one of her well-worn books about a king who was punished for his transgressions in the afterlife by being placed on an island surrounded by water and with fruit trees growing on it, but could not eat or drink, no matter how much he hungered or thirsted, for eternity.
That is what this is like, he thinks. It’s placing cursed salvation in front of a starving person and watching them crawl desperately towards it.
He wants so badly, and yet to have it is akin to taking fruit from the poisoned tree.
Jerking slightly, Lance drops the shirt with shaking hands, as if it might scald him. From the kitchen, Mavis’s voice, raising in volume as she argues with whoever is on the other end of the line, drifts through, pulling him back to reality.
Mavis… right.
Assumedly, this is her doing, then.
Hesitantly, he turns to the remaining pile of clothing, eyes falling to a now more than obvious assortment of bright patterns and cheerful designs, a veritable ball of doom. Reaching out, both hands grasping unsurely, he rifles through it, overly-short cut fingernails, a habit he picked up to fight the urge to paint them, catching on floral shorts and thin tights and close-shaped t-shirts splashed with color.
As a whole, he counts four shirts, two skirts, one pair of high-waist shorts, and a single pair of light pink tights.
…Oh, and a clip-on hair ribbon. Blue.
Really, it’s not that much, barely a few days selection of clothes, but at the same time, it’s everything.
He wants to cry, he wants to cheer, he wants to burn it and curl up in a ball and try to forget.
It’s the little things that destroy a person, Lance thinks, when it comes to the wanting.
Outside the room, Mavis’s voice rises to a sharp crescendo, followed by the muffled sound of something being chucked sharply against a thankfully soft object, and, judging by the following array of colorful swears directed to the air, Lance can only assume it was Mavis’s phone being thrown, hopefully onto the sofa or something where it won’t be damaged.
It’s a funny thought that preoccupies his mind for all of about two seconds, before his gaze falls to the clothing spread out before him, and he swallows nervously, calling out. “M-Mavis…?”
Despite his half-hearted effort at the tiny vocalization, the loud cursing from the kitchen trails off, and after a moment, Mavis pushes her way into the room, door slamming open and then swinging shut behind her on its own momentum. Her hair is a mess, sticking out in every direction where she’s clearly run her fingers through it, but she doesn’t look upset, just mildly pissed at best.
“Sorry, sorry, my boss is a dick. I was supposed to have tomorrow off to do fun bonding shit with you or something, but he’s now demanding I cover my lazy coworkers ass so…” She trails off, eyes falling to him for the first time and widening, taking in his own shell-shocked expression, before her gaze catches on the scattered clothing, and it closes off, becomes guarded. “Ah.”
With a kind of long-awaited resignation, she trudges over to the trundle bed, nudging Lance gently with a food to get him to move over, and then flopping down next to him, lifting an arm in clear invitation. Lance doesn’t hesitate, despite the distant knowledge that the articles of his distress were undeniably provided by the person next to him, and falls against her side, tucking his head under Mavis’s chin and listening to the thrum of her heartbeat, the erratic sound slowing out to a steady rhythm as she calms down.
It’s good. Soothing. Like how he used to lay with Loraine when he was younger, the two of them tucked up together on that cramped bed layered in old quilts and well-worn pillows.
For a moment, when he closes his eyes and feels Mavis’s blunt fingernails scratch lightly against his scalp as her fingers card gently through his hair, he can pretend he’s back there again, in his sanctuary.
But... He sighs out, opening his eyes and meeting the sight of Mavis’s whitewashed wall. He is not there, and this apartment might just be his next best chance at something like a new sanctuary.
“I’m sorry.” Mavis says after a long moment of quiet, voice low and unsure. “I forgot.”
“Why would you…?” He rasps out, words falling into uncertainty.
Mavis chuckles, a brittle, bitter sound. “Let’s call it a momentary increase in stupidity. I just…” She sighs. “I wasn’t thinking, really. Well… No, I was thinking, just not very intelligently.”
“Well, clearly.”
She laughs at that, small but genuine, and Lance manages his own wet giggle in return. She grins down at him, and then her face falls, turning away to look at the wall. “I… I listen to you on the other end of that phone every week, Lance, and I don’t even have to see you to know how much it’s killing you underneath, living like that. No matter what, you’re miserable because of it, and I suppose I just thought…” She shrugs. “No one knows you here, so there’s no consequences here, y’know? It’s completely removed from home, from your school… from everything.” Mavis smiles weakly. “It’s stupid, but I guess at the time I wanted this place to be the escape for you that I made it for me. Plus, well… I can’t help but feel a little guilty, I suppose.”
Lance shifts at that, offering a questioning noise. “What? Why?”
Mavis shifts nervously. “Lance, you hate living like this, and I was the one who talked you into Greenwood in the first place—“
“Hey, no. No.” Lance sits up quickly, glaring at Mavis. “You didn’t talk me into anything. This— Everything was my decision. You didn’t coerce me into making the choices I have or any of that shit.”
“But—“
“Nope!” He says firmly, poking his cousin’s cheek gently. “You helped me, nothing more, and for that I’m grateful, okay? I’m…” He sighs. “I’m not saying I like living like this, or that I’m alright with it, because I’m really… really not, but I need it. I need this… purpose, to keep me going, to give me something to hold onto.” Lance hesitates. “I’m honestly not sure if I’d be alive right now, if you hadn’t helped me find that. It stabilized me.”
Mavis stares at him for a long moment, and then groans, head tipping back to fall against the side of the proper bed next to the trundle, where her back rests. “Don’t go getting emotional on me now, kid. We can’t both be having a sob fest, and your bullshit earnestness makes my self-pity just look sad.”
Lance grins in spite of himself. “Karma for deciding you’re to blame for all my problems.”
“Hey!” Mavis sticks a hand into the air, pointing up at nothing imperiously. “I never said I was to blame for all your problems. Just… a few of them.” She coughs, hand falling after a moment almost bashfully. “Ok, in retrospect, that sounds… Yeah.” After a moment, she glances down at him, raising an eyebrow. “I did actually mean to return those this morning before I picked you up and get you some different stuff, I just genuinely forgot.”
He smiles softly. “I believe you. I wasn’t angry in the first place, anyways.”
It’s true, really. Whatever slight slivers of annoyance he’d felt at Mavis sticking such metaphorical poisoned fruit in front of him had quickly drained away within minutes, leaving only a kind of calm acceptance and tiny pieces of lingering grief.
Mavis loves him, as much as any of his sisters, and maybe even almost as much as Loraine had, he knows this. She would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, or pain him. She only wanted to help— Had only ever wanted to help, since that first conversation after Loraine’s funeral, when she had offered him Loraine’s final gift, and along with it the directions to a chance at redemption.
“I should have known it was a shitty idea from the beginning, really.” Mavis murmurs quietly, leaning over and snagging the single pair of tights to glare at them ruefully. “Sticking you with that kind of decision.”
Almost unconsciously, Lance reaches out, catching the dangling ends of the tights carefully and tangling them between his fingers. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…” He swallows. “I want too much, I think. I’m afraid if I let myself have that kind of thing, I might not have the heart to give it up again.” His eyes flicker to his cousin. “And I can’t, Mavis. I can’t let those pieces of who I was back into my life. I’d rather die than jeopardize this last thing that I can do for her.”
Mavis sighs, dropping the rest of the tights into his hands. “You shouldn’t live your life trying to please what’s not coming back, Lance.”
“It’s what I want, though.” He says. “It’s the only thing I want, really, to do what she couldn’t. It’s the closest I can get to keeping a piece of her alive, and I… I need that.”
“I know…” Mavis says, closing her eyes. “God, I know.”
That night, Lance dreams of Loraine. Of the soft warmth of her hugs, of the sweet taste of summer air and of breathless laughter caught in near soundlessness on rushing air around a speeding hoverbike on old dirt roads.
There are dreams Lance has, nightmares really, that end in screaming, in the oxygen in his lungs being stolen in heaving sobs that leave him shivering and with an aching throat. Those… Those are the nights of blood and pain, the sensation of falling through air and of remembering what glassy, unseeing eyes look like, the nights when he cannot escape the day she died.
This is not one of those nights. Though, still, the bittersweet feeling of her face and her heart, loving and kind, haunting his sleep leave him with tear tracks on his face when he wakes, regardless.
Almost blindly, he rolls half out of bed, intending to walk the five steps necessary to reach Hunk’s across the room and curl up against the larger, slowly snoring warmth that is his friend, before his hand touches scratchy, industrial carpet instead of old wooden floorboards, and he remembers he is not at home, and Hunk is not here.
Sitting up, he rubs at his eyes blearily, squinting at Mavis’s distinctly unoccupied bed next to the pullout trundle, and then turns when the faint flickering of light under the doorway catches his eye. Stumbling to his feet, he carefully crosses the room and opens the door, pulling it open with the gentlest of creaks to bring the wash of yellow light from the kitchen streaming in, illuminating Mavis’s frame where she sits on a stool next to her kitchen bench, half hunched over a bowl of cereal and eyes settled on the book she has propped up against the fruit bowl. She blinks, glancing up, and when her gaze finds him her expression softens ever so slightly, almost lost in the imperceptibly neutral planes of her face.
He almost expects her to offer some quip, some cliché line that he can read in her eyes that screams you too, huh? But instead, she merely makes a halfhearted noise that falls somewhere between a snort and a sigh, and pulls out the stool next to her, patting it idly. Slowly, Lance edges out of the doorway and over to the stool, catching his toes on the well-worn wood of the ring between the legs of the seat as he looks for footing, scrambling up onto it as best he can. Legs dangling, too short to touch the ground, once he’s settled.
Mavis grabs a bowl from a stack on the bench, obviously washed but yet to be put away in a cupboard, in front of him, and then nudges the open box of cereal towards him. He accepts it wordlessly, pouring it into the bowl in rush of noise against the silence as the pieces of grain collide against the porcelain.
They’re Cheerios, he notes almost absentmindedly.
Loraine had liked Cheerios.
Fumbling, he reaches for the milk carton where it sits between the two bowls, and Mavis intercepts him quickly, picking up the carton and unscrewing the lid.
“New carton. It’s heavy.” Is all she offers, pouring the milk into his bowl. She resettles the carton once the pieces of golden brown are floating in white, presenting him with a spoon from who knows where wordlessly.
Lance takes it, scooping up a mouthful, and tries not to cry when the cool rush of milk and sweet tang of the cereal hits his tongue.
“I never liked Cheerios much growing up.” Mavis says quietly, staring down at her half-empty bowl and trailing her spoon through the mess before lifting it to her lips. “Loraine and Evie did, though, so that was all my Ma or Aunt Maria ever bought when they went to the store.”
Outside, there comes the faintest whisper of witching hour traffic along the streets, and the clinking of their spoons against the porcelain bowls is loud in the otherwise silence of the night.  
“You’re an adult,” He murmurs, “…Does it ever get better?”
Mavis sighs, propping an elbow on the bench and resting her cheek in her hand. “I’ll tell you when I figure that out myself.”
Lance nods jerkily, and that’s the end of it.
Even by that first day after Lance arrives, things are a mess, because Mavis’s schedule is a mess— And maybe her life in general is a bit of a mess, too, but Lance imagines that comes with the territory when one is somehow a part-time bartender, part-time stagehand, and freelance musician all at once.
Plus, well, it’s Mavis. She kind of specializes in functioning from afar while everything actively goes to shit, which he suspects is a trait he might slowly be inheriting via continued exposure to her mere presence.
Maybe. Maybe.
…Lance isn’t sure if he knows how to function period, really, regardless of outside problems, so maybe he’s just kidding himself with that one.
Either way, function Mavis does, so the morning after their little heart-to-heart over soggy bowls of Cheerios in the last trickling vestiges of night, she rolls out of bed to the chime of an annoyingly cheerful alarm at six AM and staggers her way into the bathroom to get ready for work, nearly tripping over Lance’s trundle as she goes, which is enough to wake him and send him scurrying into her bed to seize the warm spot she’s left behind.
She makes a face at him when she returns, poking the side of his head where it peeks out between the sheets. He hums sleepily, and she grins, a crooked, fragile thing. “’M sorry about this. I really wasn’t supposed to work today.” He offers a half-awake noise of understanding, and Mavis’s expression fades into a soft smile. “I’ll be back by dinner, I’ll bring takeout or something. You still like Thai food, right?”
“Mmmm….” Lance rumbles out, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “…Yeah.”
“Good, cool.” She straightens up, sighing out. “TV has a DVR, remote’s on the table. Don’t open the door to anyone, etcetera, etcetera.”
“I know, Mavis.” He mumbles. “I’ll be fine.”
She hesitates, dropping an uncharacteristic kiss onto his forehead, an action Lance would expect more from Marcie or Evie, and then she’s gone.
It only takes a few hours, once he’s rolled out of bed and forced himself into the living room, before the boredom sets in, and the itch, just there under his skin, becomes all the more obvious, like a crawling, wiggling thing, burying deep until it hums and scratches in his bones. It had been there since he’d woken up and gone to get dressed, uncomfortably aware of the selection of clothing Mavis had gotten for him shoved onto a shelf in the closet, just… there, right within grasp.
It’s undeniable, like a siren’s call, and television can only distract him for so long.
Almost automatically, he reaches for his phone, intending to call Hunk, his go-to backup system, before he pauses, and then drops his hand.
Hunk. Right. Part of the whole purpose of this trip was to not so subtly give Hunk a break from Lance’s… everything. He’s not going to go calling his friend after less than a day over some frigging clothing. It’ll just leave Hunk worrying about him incessantly.
He takes his phone, buries it between the couch cushions, and resurrects Mavis’s laptop from its constantly overheating, cracked screen, duct-taped death to Skype Ritzie.
“It’s just all so boring, darling.” She tells him in lighthearted monotone, bushy hair pulled back in a single ponytail on the other side of the screen, pale skin against jean shorts where she sits cross-legged and curled up in on herself. Off screen, someone calls her name, and she yells back loudly in French, before turning back to the camera with a sigh. “I love France, but it’s all just making nice with Papa’s business associates while he jets them around on cruises and listening to him arguing over the phone with Daddy about custody, again.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s like I’m a freaking commodity to be passed around.”
“Sorry.” He tells her in a whisper, and Ritzie laughs, the bright, cheerful sound he’s come to recognize and appreciate in her.
“Not like it’s your fault. I’m just looking forward to when I escape the parental affection battle and school goes back. I miss you lot, even Yuu, despite his nagging.”
“Miss you too.” He says, and even though he can’t tell her about the long-worn scars on his arms or the buzzing itch under his skin that he called to distract himself from, because she does not know, will never know, he still means it.
Will always mean it.
Even long after Ritzie hangs up the call, Lance sits there, fingernails digging into his arms where they’re crossed, and when it gets to be too much, he jumps up, forces himself into busyness by washing he dishes that lay piled high on Mavis’s counter, all the way down to their cereal bowls from the night before.
He eats a handful of dry Cheerios, pretends it’s lunch even as he ignores the sandwich sitting in the fridge, cut in triangles like he insisted on when he was little, before Mavis left home, and studiously does not cry.
It’s fine. He’s fine.
And when Mavis brings home takeout and bullies him into watching shitty old anime reruns with her, it’s almost good.
Almost… It feels like no matter what Lance does, he’s always just grasping at almost.
Two days after Lance first arrives in New York, minus the day he actually got off the plane and took his first steps into Mavis’s apartment, he reaches his breaking point.
...In a way, he’s surprised he even lasted that long.
It’s not so bad, in the morning, when Mavis doesn’t have work and drags him out of bed to walk around the neighborhood, teaches him the differences between the New York and D.C. metro systems, parades him over to the diner two blocks down and presents him cheerfully to the workers, who all know her by first name. It’s movement, noise, people, all the ingredients to the recipe for adequate distraction and entertainment. It’s nice, even with the oppressive heat of the summer sun beating down on the sidewalks, and Lance can see why his cousin treasures the home she has found here so much.
It’s in the evening, when Mavis, apologetic and reluctant, has to duck out for a short shift at the bar, that Lance finds the itch return, driving him to more frantic cleaning and fruitless pacing in an effort to forget.
He knows, really, that there’s only two options to drive away the itch— Give in, or… Well, he’s been trying to break himself of the latter habit, for the sake of Hunk’s sanity and the slowly healing marks on his arms.
On some level, Lance doesn’t know why it’s so bad this time, compared to any other. He’s been doing this for over a year now, has held himself strictly to this decision even when he’s home on the weekends and holidays, far away from Greenwood and its prying eyes, and he’s never come this tenuously close to slipping, to giving in.
He thinks, maybe, it’s the utter lack of pressures here. If he gave in at home, if he dressed and acted as he liked and found a way to lock it down every time he returned to Greenwood, his family would, in well-meaning intent, encourage him to take the clothing he loved, the things he once treasured, back with him.
They are too understanding, in a way. They’ll never be able to grasp the importance of this, of the lie he and Mavis have so delicately crafted.
But… Here? Here there’s only Mavis— Friend, cousin, coconspirator, secret-keeper. She knows. She understands why.
And so, as the hours drain away and the night creeps in, Lance finds himself falling from grace in a moment of desperate self-pity, fueled by exhaustion and resignation, and sneaking into the bathroom with the single hair bow Mavis had purchased grasped between his shaking fingers.
When he clips it on unsteadily, stepping back and squinting into the mirror, it’s all wrong, a conspicuous mark against his short hair and faded dark grey shirt. He looks more like a child playing around in his mother’s makeup drawer, metaphorically, at least, then he does like himself.
At the same time, though, even that one little piece is… Everything. The color of it, the weight of it against his skull, it’s everything to him.
“It looks nice.” Mavis’s voice rings out from the doorway, and Lance startles, turning sharply to see her reclined there, arms crossed and considering.
He hadn’t even heard her come in, he realizes. Too caught up in his elated panic over this tiny act of... something.
“It looks terrible.” He bites out, and Mavis shrugs.
“I think the color suits you.”
Lance glances back to the mirror, looking again, and for a moment he wants to ask if she really thinks so, but he shakes it off. “Doesn’t matter anyways.” He reaches to unclip it, and Mavis slides forward quickly, catching his hands in her own and staring down at them, biting her lip for a moment in an unsure, hesitant gesture.
“I’m not going to tell you what you should or should not do, Lance. But—“ She glances up ever so slightly, meeting his eyes even as she still looks down at him, the significant height difference between them never more apparent. “Nobody here can touch you. Nobody has to know.”
He blinks, pointedly ignoring the itch behind his eyes, and hesitantly looks back at his reflection, studying the splash of sky blue against his slight curls, the same as Loraine’s, even at this length.
He wants. He wants so badly, and he’s so tired of not being able to give into it.
Hesitantly, nervously, he slips one of his hands free of Mavis’s, dropping it to his side and running the edges of his fingers along the hem of his board shorts, the long fabric chaffing against the inside of his knees as it has for the last two days, heavy and unbearable.
“Could I…” Lance says quietly. “Could you bring me those shorts you bought me? Please?”
Just three weeks. Three weeks here, in this place where secrets can lay buried, and then he will go home to Veradera, and be who he needs to be once more.
Nobody needs to know.
…Right?
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10 Things to Toss From Your Junk Drawer Now: How Many Are Hiding in Yours?
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We all have one—a drawer that either by accident or design becomes the “junk drawer.” The one into which we throw random things that soon meld into a sea of mangled paper clips, empty tape rolls, and chip clips. Even the most obsessive-compulsive organized among us have this compartment of chaos somewhere.
There are few things in life, however, that feel better than tackling the junk drawer. The easiest way to start is to just dump the whole thing out and put back only the items you need. But what should you keep and what should you toss?
Here are 10 things to ditch from your junk drawer to transform it into an organized, efficient storage space—or at least one that will open and close easily, without getting jammed because of all the worthless crap in there.
1. Nonworking pens
The cap is gone and the ink has long since dried up, yet for some reason someone keeps putting them back in the drawer. Get a notepad, test them all, and get rid of every single pen that doesn’t work. Do it now. The relief you’ll feel the next time you go to grab a pen that actually works will feel downright sublime.
2. Expired coupons
You had the best intentions of using the coupons and saving money; however, they never made it into your wallet. Now they’re just sitting there, crumpled and expired. Sad. Toss them into the recycling bin (save the ones from Bed Bath & Beyond, or other stores that honor expired coupons), and consider collecting digital coupons instead going forward. Another option is to send the old coupons to Support Our Troops, which allows U.S. military families to use manufacturers’ coupons even if they’re expired.
3. Batteries
The big question is: Do they work? It turns out, you don’t need a battery tester to find out. Just try this simple trick: Drop each battery—negative end down—on a hard surface. If it bounces, it’s a dud. If it makes a thud, it should still have some juice. Seriously!
If you don’t believe us, check out the video below for a demonstration and a search for the explanation that’s worthy of “MythBusters.”
4. Duplicates
When I recently cleaned out my junk drawer, I found four rulers. Why? Probably because every time someone needed one they couldn’t find one in all the clutter, so we bought another one, then stuffed it in the junk drawer. Rinse and repeat a few times, and we’ve got 48 inches taking up space in the drawer. Take inventory and discover which duplicates you can ditch.
5. Cords, chargers, and cables
Long after phones, cameras, games, and other electronic devices are abandoned for shiny, new models, their chargers and other accessories linger on. You keep them around because you’re worried you might need them at some point in the future. If you can’t remember what something goes to and/or the last time you used it, get rid of it.
6. Spare change
Pennies and nickels scattered throughout, maybe even a handful of quarters. Scoop it all up, and take the pile to a coin machine—and finally let your junk hoarding ways pay off. Or just dump it into some lucky barista’s tip jar.
7.  Random keys
How people wind up with random keys is anyone’s guess, but for whatever reason, it’s a pretty safe guess that there are at least a couple of them in your junk drawer. If you can’t figure out what they open, it’s probably safe to toss them. If you do successfully ID them, go ahead and label ’em to keep them from going back into key purgatory.
8. Rubber bands, paper clips, and chip clips
All of these have legitimate uses, but you’ll never actually use them if they’re buried in all of the clutter. Separate them into groups and place them in containers or drawer dividers so they can be easily found.
9.  Corks
Once upon a time I thought about making a corkboard with all the corks I amassed, but I gave up on that dream many bottles of pinot ago. If you are the crafty type, you probably would have recycled these into a Pinterest-worthy project a long time ago. Since you haven’t, make it a rule to get rid of corks when the bottle is dry. Recork provides a search tool for wine cork recycling drop-off locations.
10.  Buttons
From the extra ones that come with clothing to random ones that pop off, there are often colorful little buttons swimming about in the senseless sea that is your junk drawer. Scoop them up, and put them in a sewing kit for those times when you might need them. Or if the thought of sewing a stitch has you in stitches, you can also collect them for crafts projects or donate them to local schools or day care centers that might use them for art projects.
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56 Free Things To Do In Amsterdam
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Amsterdam is a unique little city, probably my favorite in Europe because it’s just soooo cute. It’s full of tasteful art exhibitions, street galleries, shops, bars, restaurants and beautiful homes nestled along canals and bridges. Though the capital of the Netherlands is not as expensive as London or Paris, it’s always nice to save some money while still trying new things in the city. Luckily, there are a great number of options for tourists and locals alike – I found a total of 56 Free Things To Do In AMsterdam. That way, you’ll have more money to spend on “Pataat Special” and “Pannekoeken” (food) – and isn’t that what we all want?
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Here we go, 56 Free Things To Do in Amsterdam:
1 – Art Galleries on Nieuwe Spiegelstraat
If you have a love for antiques – go to Nieuwe Spiegelstraat street. This street is lined up with antique shops with each store dedicated to a different style of collections. There is one shop in particular, Thom & Lenny Nelis Antiques, which holds a unique collection of globes, telescopes, and other nautical instruments. It’s a cool, free thing to do in Amsterdam, especially if you like discovering old treasures.
2 – Red Light District
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3 – Free Ferry Rides
Take a free ride across the IJ river. The ferry is located just behind the Central Station and it’s completely free and open to the public. Enjoy the views on the water or explore the areas that the ferry takes you to. There are 3 different routes: Buiksloterweg (goes just across the river), IJplein (residential area with shops) and NDSM Werf (the longest route with sights of the industrial harbor). Take a look here for the Ferry departure times and trip information.
4 – Flower Market
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5 – Central Openbare Bibliotheek Amsterdam (OBA)
If you are a book lover, visit the Main Library of Amsterdam, the Central branch of Bibliotheek. They house 1.5 million books, periodicals, CDs, games and DVDs as well as a theater and comfy workplaces. It’s open to the public meaning and completely free. The public library also has a top-floor restaurant with a terrace that offers beautiful views of the city. Monday-Sunday 10:00am-10:00pm. Oosterdokskade 143, 1011 DL
6 – Vondelpark
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What is a better free thing to do than going to the park, especially in summer? Vondelpark is Amsterdam’s most popular city park. It offers a lot of activities with great scenery – going for a walk, cycling, playing a ball game, or you can have a little picnic here. Maybe you’ll even get lucky and an open-air concert will be going on. Van Baerlestraat & Vondelpark, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
7 – NEMO Science Museum
NEMO Science Museum has a 22m high panorama terrace on its roof with free admission. From the terrace you can enjoy spectacular views and sitting. There is also a cafe if you get hungry or need something to drink. Open Tuesday-Sunday from 10:00am-5:30pm. Oosterdok 2, Amsterdam, Netherlands
8 – Canal Ring
Amsterdam is known for having many canals flowing throughout the city. Since the waterways are protected by the UNESCO World Heritage Center, touring around them is like exploring through a live culture and nature exhibit. Most of the beautifully designed Canal homes can be found on Herengracht, Keizersgracht and Prinsengracht. Located around the old city center.
9 – Multatuli Museum
The Multatuli Museum is actually a patrician house located in Old Amsterdam centre. The museum is dedicated to one of the most honorable Dutch writers, Eduard Dekker. Entry for visiting the house is completely free and it’s a great opportunity to check out memorable manuscripts and objects linked to the writers past. Open Saturday & Sunday 12:00am-5:00pm and Tuesdays 10:00am-5:00pm. Korsjesportsteeg 20, 1012 LK, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
10 – Amsterdam’s Chinatown
Amsterdam’s Chinatown is made up of some city blocks with lots of Asian markets, souvenir shops, and restaurants. It’s located right beside the market square of Nieuwmarkt and the Red Light District. It’s going to be hard not spending some money on food here though – I warned you  
11 – Fo Guang Shan He Hua Temple
While visiting Amsterdam’s very own Chinatown, don’t forget to see the modern and beautiful temple. It’s the largest Chinese-inspired, Buddhist temple in Europe. It is open to the public so another free thing that you can do in Amsterdam. If you’re like me and fascinated by religious temples, it will definitely be worth the trip. Zeedijk 106, 1012 BB, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
12 – NDSM Area
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With the ferry right behind Central Station you can get to NDSM Werf. There you will discover a ravaged area where an underground culture emerged. This area is full of street art worthy of checking out. You will also find many cultural events, cafes, and art exhibitions. What’s a better free thing to do in Amsterdam than discovering an interesting area with cultural artwork?
13 – Cultural Park of Westergas Factory
The Westergasfabriek used to be a factory constructed to produce gas that was needed to illuminate the street lights of Amsterdam. Since then it has turned into a cultural haven with several attractions such as restaurants, clubs, bars, art galleries, and shops. You can get to Westergasfabriek from the Central Station. It’s a lovely idea to go for a walk or bike ride around and explore, from Haarlemmerdijk, following the shopping street of Haarlemmerstraat to the end. Across the bridge on the right you will enter Westpark. At the end of Westpark is where you will find Westergasfabriek. Westergasfabriek BV Pazzanistraat 33, 1014 DB Amsterdam, Netherlands.
14 – Walking Tour by SANDEMANs New Europe
SANDEMANs holds a free walking tour brought to you by young, local and talented guides. It is one of the best ways to discover Amsterdam city and learn about it’s interesting history. It’s a completely free thing to do, but tips for the guides are recommended. Tours are offered every day at 10:00am, 11:00am, 1:00pm, & 2:00pm. Meeting point is in front of the Old Church (Oude Kerk) that’s located in the heart of the Red Light District.
15 – Artisplein at Royal Artis Zoo
Artisplein is an open space for the public at the Royal Artis Zoo. You can go to check out views of animals and surroundings without spending a penny. At Artisplein you’ll find a great sitting area where you can sit, enjoy watching the animals, and have something to eat and drink. Open from 7:00am-11:30pm. Artisplein, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
16 – Lunch Concert at Concertgebouw
Watch a 30-minute public performance as artists rehearse for their evening performance. Don’t miss out a chance on viewing one of the best orchestras in the world rehearse for their performance of ensembles of the Dutch Conservatory and chamber music by young and talented artists. Every Wednesday at 12:30pm, from mid-September through June. Concertgebouw of Museum Square.
17 – Muziektheater Opera
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Are you a fan of opera music and ballet? Artists from the opera and Dutch Philharmonic also have free lunchtime gigs located at their Mod venue. You’ll see talented, well-known performers and dance troupes. Every Tuesday at 12:30pm, September through May. Boekmanzaal, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
18 – Bimhuis for Jazz
Another freebie for people who appreciate some talented musicians. The Bimhuis are famously known in Amsterdam for their jazz music. Enjoy some free jamming blues at their Eastern Dockland venue. Every Tuesday at 10:00pm. Piet Heinkade 3, 1019 BR, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
19 – Take a photo at the “I” Amsterdam Sign
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The huge slogan “I amsterdam” is probably the most popular city icon. People love visiting the sign, especially because it is the perfect opportunity to take a classic picture. And hey, it doesn’t cost a cent, so why not? Located at the back of the Rijksmuseum on Museumplein.
20 – Go to the Beach
Some of you will be surprised to know that although Amsterdam is not famous for their beaches, they still have a beautiful coastline that offers plenty of activities and entertainment. The three main beaches are Zandvoort aan Zee, Bloemendaal aan Zee, and IJmuiden aan Zee.
21 – Vrije University Botanical Garden
If you’re a fan of gardens and want to enjoy a relaxing day, visit the Botanical Garden at Vrije University. This garden offers over 6,000 species of plants, amongst these are some really rare and endangered species. It also could be a great, romantic idea for couples to come and it is completely free to visit. Monday-Friday from 8:00am-4:30pm. Van der Boechorststraat 8, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
22 – EYE Film Museum
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The EYE Film Museum can be easily recognized by its unique architectural design. The museum’s purpose is to preserve and present Dutch and other films that were screened in the Netherlands. The building itself is pretty remarkable and makes for a great picture. Although there is an entry fee, there is a basement that is open to the public where there is a Panorama room displaying around 100 movie clips and scenes. There are also cool, futuristic viewing pods, that are neat to check out. Basement is open everyday 10:00am-6:00pm. IJpromenade 1, 1031 KT, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
23 – Vondelbunker
Vondelbunker has a unique history that’s worth checking out. It was originally built for the purpose of a bomb shelter in the 1940’s and in the 1960’s became a nightclub spot. Now the Vondelbunker is a place for concerts, cinema nights, different performances, art exhibits. It is free to enter, that is if you can find the entrance that is tucked away under a bridge in Vondelpark. Vondelpark 8a, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
24 – Albert Cuyp Market
A traditional Dutch market with over 300 booths along both sides of Albert Cuyp street. Go and explore the Albert Cuyp’s market, you can find a variety of things such as cheese, fish, fruits, spices, clothes, cosmetics and linens. It is always free to window shop  Open Monday through Saturday from 9:30am to 5:00pm. 1072 CN.
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25 – Nine Streets (Negen Straatjes)
This small network of streets in the heart of the historic center of Amsterdam is famously known as the Nine Streets. It’s one of the best areas to explore and walk around as there are many unique boutiques, the best restaurants, and bars. Window shopping and exploring new areas is one of the best enjoyable and not to mention free things that you could do.
26 – Wind Down at Begijnhof
Begijnhof, essentially a small square of charming, historic buildings with an enclosed courtyard and garden. It is reached through a tiny passageway and you will find a peaceful place where you can wind down, read a book and just take a look around. Gedempte Begijnensloot, 1012 RM.
27 – Westerkerk Church
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Visit the largest church in Amsterdam, built in the 1600’s. The Protestant church is a special landmark in the Old City centre. It can be recognized by the tall Westerkerk tower. Inside, the church is designed by rich modern interior. Explore the inside of the church, or climb to the top of the tower and enjoy views of the city. Although entry of the church is free, you’ll have to pay a small fee to go up the tower. There even is a free carillon concert: the 48-bell carillon plays every Tuesday from 12pm – 1pm Open everyday except Sunday from 11:00am-3:00pm. Prinsengracht 281, 1016 GW, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
28 – Jordaan’s Many Hofjes
An area similar to Begijnhof’s peaceful oasis can be found in Jordaan. There are many hidden hofjes (courtyards) surrounded by historical houses. The historical homes are a must-see; they are designed beautifully! The gardens are quiet and relaxing and most are open to the public, just make sure you are allowed to enter, just in case.
29 – Walk Around Zaanse Schans
Another street that is wonderful to come and look around, Zaanse Schans St. This street is actually a residential area that is influenced by the 18th and 19th century. On this street you will find all kinds of cool places like a bakery museum, a warehouse where clogs are made, many windmills, a cheese factory, and different kinds of workshops.
30 – Rembrandtplein Square
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Rembrandtplein square is named after the famous Dutch painter, Rembrandt Van Rijn. It is a great free thing to do in Amsterdam and around you will also find other attractions worth seeing such as a classic theater building from the 1920’s. Rembrandtplein is famous for its bars and clubs. So you can also check out a place you want to go out to later in the night. Rembrandtplein St.
31 – Walk around Schuttersgalerij
Visit Schuttersgalerij for an impressive Civic Guard gallery. The gallery has a passageway that is open to the public. You will find 15 huge paintings of Amsterdam Civic Guards from the 17th century. Where else can you see huge paintings hanging in the street? It’s a completely free thing to do in Amsterdam and it’ll be a cool sight as well. Every day from 10:00am-5:00pm. Kalverstraat 92 1012 PH.
32 – Stadsarchief (Amsterdam City Archives)
Amsterdam City Archives have a length of over 32 kilometers. It’s an interesting place to visit as it collects and protects official documents relevant for the city of Amsterdam. Some cool treasures can be found here such as the report of the theft of Anne Frank’s bicycle in 1942, a letter by Charles Darwin to Artis Royal Zoo dated from 1868 and a 1976 portrait of Dutch entrepreneur Freddy Heineken. Tuesday-Friday 10:00am-5:00pm & Saturday-Sunday 12:00pm-5:00pm. Vijzelstraat 32, 1017 HL.
33 – Rijksmuseum Garden
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The Rijksmuseum is a famous museum dedicated to the arts and history of Amsterdam. Although there is a ticket fee to enter the museum, there’s a closed garden with free public access. The garden is a peaceful and pleasant place to sit and with a lovely water fountain. A great spot to wind down and have a good relaxing evening while enjoying beautiful nature. Open daily from 9:00am-5:00pm. Museumstraat 1, 1071 XX, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
34 – Visitors Center of Dutch Central Bank (DNB)
The Dutch Central Bank has a visitors center located across from the bank’s main headquarters. At the visitors center you’ll find interactive displays regarding the bank’s tasks and impact on people’s daily lives. Although the ground floor is free of entry, the first floor is with a guide and will need to be reserved in advance. Open on business days 9:00am-5:00pm. Sarphatistraat 1.
35 – De Poezenboot: The Catboat
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Calling all cat lovers to visit the Poezenboot floating cat sanctuary! It hosts stray cats, pet cats, abandoned cats, and more cats. It is completely free to visit so if you love cats, this is your place to be. Singel 38 G, 1015 AB, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
36 – Monnickendam and Marken
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Monnickendam and Marken is a marvelous island about 30min from Amsterdam. It’s worth a trip as it’s a beautiful historical area with preserved houses and specialized shops. Its beautiful scenery means it’s perfect for photography. You can also head over to Edam, where you’ll find a cheese factory and museum.
37 – Walk Around Dam Square
The popular Dam Square is just a 5-minute walk from Central Station. There are several things to go and see at Dam Square with many shops, restaurants and great booths. Not to mention, there are many historical sights in the area such as the Royal Palace, Madame Tussauds (world’s famous wax museum), New Church (Nieuwe Kerk), and Beurs van Berlage (old Stock Exchange building). Dam Square, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
38 – Sample Amsterdam’s Best Cheese
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De ReyPenaer is not like any other cheese shop around. It’s authentic and famously known as having the best cheese in Amsterdam. Luckily, they have a tasting room that is open to everyone. Come and take a look at their mass variety of cheeses and enjoy their free samples. Singel 182, 1015 AJ, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
39 – Gassan Diamond Tour
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Gassan’s factory of diamonds offers free tours open to everyone. It’s a very captivating tour as you’ll have the chance to see up close how technicians work on the diamonds. You’ll get to learn about the variety of cuts and about the clarity, color, and carats of diamonds. You will definitely appreciate this experience, after all, diamonds are a girl’s best friend, right?Everyday from 9:00am-5:00pm. Nieuwe Uilenburgerstraat 173-175, 1011, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
40 – Mezrab for Storytelling and Comedy Fun
Looking for some free entertainment? Check out Mezrab – The House of Stories. They have a variety of events at their venue, including storytelling, comedy nights, and music nights. Entry is free but they do accept donations. Check out their website for showing times: http://www.mezrab.nl/#aboutus. Veemkade 576, 1019 BL, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
41 – The Giant Chess Board
There’s a Giant Chess Board dedicated to chess player Max Euweplein, and it’s completely free to play. The chess board comes along with over-sized chess pieces, perfect for you and your friends to come and enjoy and take some funny pictures. Max Euweplein Square, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
42 – Jordaan District
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Jordaan District is located in the city center of Amsterdam. You can come and look at the beautiful homes situated on small streets and canals. There are many bridges to explore, and it will make for a perfect picture. Or walk around and tour the many art galleries, antique shops, and different types of markets.
43 – Workout at Rembrandtpark
Another great park to visit, but the coolest thing is: Rembrandtpark has an outdoor gym. Perfect for you if you’re traveling but looking to use some weights and workout machines to stay fit. Rembrandtpark also has large green areas so you can sit and enjoy the sunset while having a picnic. Jan Tooropstraat 6, 1062 BM, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
44 – Bridge of 15 Bridges
The only place in Amsterdam and possibly even the world where you’ll see this amount of bridges in a row – 15 if you include the bridge you’re standing on. It’s an amazing thing to see, that is if you find out which spot to stand at for the perfect view. It’s the bridge crossing the Reguliersgracht on the corner of Herengracht, you stand on the odd side of Reguliersgracht. 561 Herengracht, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
45 – Sunday Market
Weterpark Area (Westergasfabriek), features a big market on the first Sunday of every month. There you’ll find many booths with Dutch souvenirs. Or you can just have a look around with many vendors sampling free food and drinks. Haarlemmerweg 8-10, 1014 BE, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
46 – Free Coffee at Albert Heijn Supermarket
Albert Heijn, the main local supermarket chain in the Netherlands, gives away free coffee and tea for their customers! They also sometimes offer free samples of cold cuts and cheeses. There are many locations that you can visit that are close to other attractions on this list, like the Flower Market area, and Central Station. Koningsplein 4 (Flower Market area). Prins Hendrikkade 20 (Opposite of Central Station).
47. Northern Market
Northern Market is in an area within the Jordaan District. This area holds a weekly organic farmers market. It’s most popular for its display of fresh bread, vegetables, fruit, milk, cheese, meat and flowers. Every Saturday from 9:00am-4:00pm.
48 – Museum Vrolik
If you don’t get spooked out easily by skeletons and human mutants, stop by the Museum Vrolik. They have a large anatomical collection of human mutants. Entry is free without a guide. Open Monday-Friday from 10:00am-5:00pm. J0-130, Meibergdreef 15, 1105 AZ, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
49 – Goat Farm at the Amsterdamse Bos
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Amsterdamse Bos is a large park that covers a massive area of 1,000 hectares that features pools, biking and hiking trails and a river. Luckily for those on a budget, there’s free entry to their goat farm. It’s a great place to visit if you have kids – you can see lambs, chickens, pigs, cows, horses, and goats. There’s also a lovely cafe and terrace in the area. It’s only a 20min bike ride from Museumplein. Open daily from 10:00am-5:00pm. Nieuwe Meerlaan 4, 1 182 DB Amstelveen, Amsterdam, Netherlands.
50 – Seven Countries-Houses
3min from Museumplein, close to Vondelpark, you’ll find seven houses in the styles of seven different countries, like Russia and France. They were built in 1894 and make a great photo spot!
51 – Barrel Organ Musicians
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If you’ve wandered around the streets of Amsterdam before, you’ve probably heard a barrel organ before. They’re as Dutch as it gets and belong to the vibrant streets of Amsterdam. If you’re specifically looking for one, your best bet will be to go to Dam Square or Kalverstraat. The musicians do appreciate a tip but it’s not required, of course. If you’re lucky, you might even see this guy playing on his boat in the canals (when he’s not touring all over Europe).
52 – The Narrowest House in the World
You’ve probably already noticed the special architecture in Amsterdam or the Netherlands in general. The houses are usually pretty narrow and you can look from the front window straight through the house into the garden very often. The Dutch took it to an extreme though: The narrowest house in the entire world is in Amsterdam, and only one meter wide. They also have the narrowest house in Europe which is ca. 2m wide and 6m deep. Singel 7 & Oude Hoogstraat 22, Amsterdam
53 – Friday Night Skate
Every Friday at 8pm (as long as the streets are dry) the Amsterdammers meet at the Vondel CS restaurant to go roller skating through the city. Whether you rent skates from http://www.skatedokter.nl/ or just watch the parade, this is a special experience for sure.
54 – Skinny Bridge
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Probably the most beautiful bridge in Amsterdam, the Old Dutch wooden drawbridge from 1672 attracts romantic lovers and night photographers alike. It’s beautifully illuminated and makes for some amazing long exposure shots. Brugnummer 242 bij Amstel / Amstel 81
55 – Cannabis College
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We all know Amsterdam isn’t just famous for the delicious cheese – the capital is most known for its coffee shops and the permission to smoke cannabis without prescription or punishments. There’s even a cannabis college you can visit for free. Two floors full of information about marihuana, now that’s unique! Oudezijds Achterburgwal 124
56 – Waterlooplein Flea Market
The Dutch LOVE their flea markets, so you’ll always find one, no matter when you visit. The Waterlooplein flea market has more than 300 vendors offering everything from secondhand clothing and antiques to leatherware. Open: Monday – Friday 9am – 5pm; Saturday: 8.30 am –5pm. Waterlooplein 2
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'The Pranic Principle – Prana, Orgone, and Spiritual Energy in the Universe and Nature – Part 1'
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