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7: Night Shift

art by @exorbitantsqueakingnoises

you work in one of the tourist traps along a popular beach pier known for its party scene. it's a night like any other. you have no idea about the unusual party crashers who are about to show up and ruin everything.

->original work. explicit; contains non-con, graphic descriptions of violence, feral behavior, hard vore, mind control, terato, non-human genitalia.

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Last week, it was “Greek Gods of the Sea.” Togas and tridents, mostly, some seashell bikinis, a few fake beards stuffed with plastic starfish. They drank too much and cranked the music too loud, but that’s nothing new. Everyone knows what to expect from the Lucky Rock Pier Party People Association (“Lurpppa” to the local news, “Trouble at Ten O’Clock” to your fellow boardwalk employees, “Those Fucking Kids” to beachfront property owners). 

You wear headphones most nights anyway, desperate to keep the shrill, repetitive carnival songs of the pier funhouse from being seared into your brain. They don’t bother you much because the sign at the front says there’s no bathroom and all the hot dogs and funnel cakes are further down the boardwalk, but a few will trickle in just for something to do. If they spot the freezer, they’ll huddle around the glass and stare like the Mona Lisa’s in there, agonizing over a choice between an ice cream sandwich or fruit pops. 

Tonight, it’s a glow party. Neon beach balls and glow stick arches. You can’t hear the noise they’re making through your headphones but you can feel the bass throbbing through your feet. Someone’s probably going to call the cops again. The tourist family population retreats this time of night so it’s just you, the handful of shops still open this late, and Trouble at Ten O’Clock. This one’s more fun to watch, at least, bright and colorful like the spill of noctiluca. They’re vivid in glow-in-the-dark body paint, covered in luminescent stripes, swirls and splatters. 

A few of them come stumbling up the pier earlier than usual. Three women in different halter tops, painted with matching curly cues and butterflies on their faces. One of them wanders off to look at the tote bags. Another, much more inebriated, leans heavily against her friend. The designated driver, you assume, who drags her to the freezer to pick out something to eat. You glance down at the beach and see one of them sitting on Lucky Rock, the jagged chunk of stone sticking out of the water not far from shore. You’re not sure how he climbed up the slippery, steep sides but he’s definitely not supposed to be up there. The people on the beach are way too excited about it, gathered around cheering and hollering. 

Three ice cream sandwiches are dropped on the counter in front of you. You lift one side of your headphones and shrieking noise rushes in, the glow party just as raucous as you expected. “Will that be all?” you ask. The woman nods. Her friend starts to fall over and she has to support her weight against her shoulder. You ring up the total and she groans. Everything on the boardwalk is three times the price it should be, but she adds a tote bag when the other woman wanders back with one and tosses their ice cream inside. “Thanks, come again,” you call, sliding your headphones back on.

Ten minutes until closing time. Not much to do but sweep out the sand gathered in the doorway and tidy up the disaster zone a horde of children made of the stuffed animal section. Sharks and dolphins on the top shelf, turtles on the second, fish and starfish on the third—

Something moves in the corner of your eye. Startled, you turn and find a man ambling slowly through the store. A stray from the glow party, you think at first. Then you look again, paying attention this time. He looks like all the partygoers down on the beach, a silhouette with luminescent edges, but he shouldn’t. Not under the store lights. He’s midnight blue from head to toe beneath intricate glowing patterns, chest and shoulders speckled with small dots like cyan freckles with larger spots along his sides. Thin stripes trace the outlines of muscle beneath the skin, turning into a spiral pattern at his hips. 

Which you can see, you realize, because he’s naked. No swim trunks. No speedo. He’s wet and dripping all over the floor like he just crawled out of the water, a puddle slowly growing beneath his feet, and you can follow the course of every droplet as they roll slowly down curves and valleys of lithe swimmer’s muscles. Some of the lines on his torso are moving, you realize. Horizontal squiggles on either side of his abdomen flinch and pulsate. 

Gills, you realize. The pieces come together all at once in your mind. Despite working the boardwalk as long as you have, you’ve never seen a sea muse before. Most people haven’t. They’re skittish, you’ve heard. They prefer quiet coves and grottos, places humans have a harder time reaching. Safer that way if they decide to shed their tail and sun themselves for a while. This one certainly doesn’t seem bothered by the commotion down at the beach, poking through the t-shirt rack with long, clawed fingers. He doesn’t look much like the pictures you’ve seen, either, but all the pictures are of muses lurking in tropical reefs, big-finned and colorful like bettas. Beautiful like him, but not bioluminescent and not quite so large. He must come from deeper, colder waters. 

You set down a stuffed octopus as gently as you can but he hears it, turning swiftly to face you. Your heart races. He has the large, eerie eyes of an abyssal creature, glowing half-moons gleaming underneath wide silver irises and black sclera. Nobody prepared you for what to do in this situation. Do you play dead? Raise your arms and make noise to scare him off? What you mistook for slicked back hair is some kind of shimmery membrane. It flares out like the neck flap of a cobra in a threat display, but it starts to sag and flatten the longer you stare at each other. His eyes move slightly in their wide sockets, looking you over head to toe. 

An uncannily human smile spreads across his face. He makes some odd gestures towards you. His mouth moves. He’s talking, you realize, trying to communicate. You almost lift your headphones off but your brain catches up at the last second. You don’t know a lot about sea muses but you know enough to keep your ears covered. 

He blinks, staring at you in almost comical wide-eyed confusion. Then he smirks, his gills fluttering with laughter. He starts pacing back and forth, slowly inching closer like a shark circling prey in the water. He’s between you and the door so you inch towards the register counter instead. Maybe you can slip out the back? 

He stops suddenly, leaving some distance between you. He speaks again, tapping the side of his head and pointing at you. You shake your head and he frowns, but he doesn’t give up. You watch, morbid curiosity overpowering your fear, as he starts to move in a slow, seductive manner. It’s some kind of dance, you think, arching his back and extending the membrane on his head again, bioluminescence glittering on thin, translucent flesh. He holds your gaze as he runs a hand down the center of his chest, over his stomach, down to his pelvis and—

You’re not entirely sure what you expected to see between his legs, but it’s still a bit of a shock. The thick, jutting member is deep indigo at the base and a lighter aquamarine down the length. It barely resembles a human cock except in its vaguely phallic silhouette, oozing from an engorged sheath that dribbles cloudy slime. The shaft is smooth with a gentle upward curve, thick and shuddering with unnatural flexibility. It narrows to a soft triangular tip. Two additional appendages unfold from his hips. They remind you of crustacean legs, rigid and insectoid. They bend along two joints, pawing at the air with their sharp claw tips. 

The sea muse makes a thrusting motion. The tentacle-cock wraps around his hand, drooling like a tongue. His bioluminescent patches flash and dim like a flickering candle. You’re no marine biologist but it feels safe to assume this is a mating display.

“Uh. No? No thanks,” you say.

He grins. You see a row of daggers for teeth. He speaks slowly and your heart skips a beat when you clearly read the words, Are you sure? on his lips. 

“I’m sure. Thanks anyway.” Maybe you should be flattered. You’ve never heard of anyone getting hit on by a sea muse. He lets out a big, disappointed sigh, extra dramatic so you can’t miss it, and gives himself one last stroke before he moves on. You half-expect the cock to slither back into its sheath, but it stays obscenely hard and straining upright between his legs.

To your dismay, he doesn’t leave but instead pokes around the shop some more. He wanders to the left, examining surfboard keychains and hibiscus shot glasses. He wanders to the right, squinting at the postcards. Eventually, he makes his way to the freezer and slides it open with some difficulty. His head membrane flares out wider than you’ve ever seen it the first time he sticks his hand inside. You wonder if he hissed. He tries again, pinching a fruit pop in its colorful package between his claws. He rips the plastic open.

“Hey!” you say. “You can’t just—”

He looks back over his shoulder at you, eyes narrowed and membrane spread in warning. You turn away and continue to mind your own business. 

The glow party seems to be winding down. The beach balls are all sitting in a pile. Some of the glow stick arches have toppled over. The pounding bass isn’t shaking the pier anymore. You see a lot of people lounging in the sand, rolling around, stretched out together, a bunch of them writhing—

Oh, you think. That’s bold, even for Trouble at Ten O’Clock. There’s no mistaking those thrusting, grinding, back and forth movements for anything else. There are a few couples scattered around but most of them have settled into a spot worryingly close to the water, seafoam rushing around them whenever the waves come surging up the beach. They tangle together in passionate motion, kissing and caressing and fucking like it’s the last night of their lives.

Something about it unsettles you. They’re being so rough with each other. This isn’t a slow, sensual orgy but a frenzy. Mindless, animalistic rutting and forceful movements. You see mouths open in silent screams. Some of them aren’t moving. Some of them are trying to crawl away but they’re being dragged back by the ankle, the hair, the arm, pulled through the dark sand. Why is the sand so dark? And wet, glistening where the tide hasn’t risen yet. 

The horrific realization grips you slowly. You’re in denial. You must be having a nightmare. A man tries to claw his way up the beach but someone else pins him down, straddles his back. You don’t see what happens, can’t make it out in the dark, but the paint on his body stretches and splits, and the sand darkens in a liquid motion under him. A woman arches her back in the throes of ecstasy, surrounded on all sides by eager, thrusting bodies. They’re biting her, you realize. Their heads lower and blood splashes the sand. Through all of it, she squirms and rakes her fingers through the sound as though she’s never felt pleasure like this before. Someone crawls between her legs and she opens them eagerly, loops them around the waist of something that is not human, you realize. None of the ones surrounding her are. They glow more brightly in more precise patterns, membranes pulsating, gills fluttering.

Your headphones are ripped away, clattering uselessly to the floor. You hear an awful cacophony of moaning, screaming, begging, and weeping. You think, for just a second, about running. Your muscles tense and your heart races. Where? For how long? You don’t know but you’re willing to try. 

“Where are you going?” says the sea muse and you can’t move a muscle. His voice is low and melodic. You hear the ocean when he speaks; the hiss and splash of the shallows, the heavy drone of the deep. “Hm? Do you want to join them?” You hear the wet slap of his footsteps for the first time as he comes closer. His hand grasps your chin lightly, barely applying any pressure, but you feel compelled to turn around. To look up at his sharp-toothed smile and the gentle pulse of his bioluminescence. “My shiver is down there. Frenzying,” he says. He turns your head to the side, just far enough to glimpse the gruesome scene on the beach, then returns your gaze to him. 

“Please don’t,” you say hoarsely, your throat constricted. “Don’t make me, don’t—” 

“It’s been so long,” he says, and your mouth snaps shut. “Since I last came ashore.” He walks backwards, his fingers still ghosting against your chin, and you follow. You don’t want to but your legs move on their own. His voice is addictive. You hang on every word and you hope he never stops talking. The silence between makes you tremble. “Even longer since I last mated. You can see it. You can tell how long I’ve waited, if you look.” 

You don’t want to look but your eyes betray you, gaze lowering to the slithering thing between his legs. It curls around itself impatiently like a snake. Another glob of slime slides slowly from its sheath and dribbles on the floor. The way it moves frightens you, the base twitching and undulating, slug-like. 

“You want this,” he says. He takes another step back and you rush forward. He strokes beneath your chin. 

You shake your head desperately. Your mouth is trying to shape the word “yes.”

“You do. You want this.” His back hits the register counter and he leans against it, spreading his legs wide. “You want to taste me,” he says, his voice dipping lower. 

You drop to your knees so fast it hurts, feeling the blooming sting of new bruises. It doesn’t matter that you’re terrified. It doesn’t matter that the thing bobbing in your face is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. You open your mouth and suck the strange, pointed head without hesitation. The sea muse moans and your thighs quiver, inner muscles clenching on nothing. You have to hear it again. 

“You need it,” he purrs, thrusting shallowly. You bob your head, taking him deeper every time. He hits the back of your throat quickly, his cock eager and probing at the inside of your mouth. “You need me to spill inside you. You need everything I have to give.” You moan and choke around his length. His hand rests on the back of your head, forcing you down further. His thrusts get harder and faster, crushing your nose against his slick abdomen. 

Some part of you is screaming at the alien movements of his cock, how it nudges and prods and tries to snake down your throat, but you can’t focus on that. He doesn’t let you. Every grunt and moan, every hiss of praise, makes the fear even more distant. 

“You need—oh, yes,” he groans, clutching your head with both hands as he pounds into your mouth. “You need to mate with me. You need—mm, suck on me, suck on the tip—fuck, you need my milt. I have so much and you need all of it.” 

You make a humiliating, needy sound when he suddenly pulls you off of his cock. It slips out of your mouth reluctantly, the tip sliding back and forth against your lips. He drags you to your feet by the forearm, shoving you against the register counter. He bends you over it, tearing at your clothes with his claws. You cum when he blows softly against your ear. You’re still shivering, clawing mindlessly at the counter when he kisses and licks the shell, sliding his tongue into every little dip and groove. 

“Do you want me?” he whispers. You hear a slick sound, a grunt, and then his hand is at your entrance. He uses the pads of his fingers but he’s not very careful. His claws prick your thighs as ass while he smears thick, warm globs between your legs. “Hm? Do you want me?” 

“Yes,” you sob. You arch your back and try to press your hips back against him. He makes a growling sound against your ear that makes your knees buckle, nipping the lobe playfully. 

“You want to be fucked?” One hand reaches around and roughly works your sex, spreading a warm, tingling sensation. “Want to be filled with milt?” 

“Yes!” 

His cock slides along the curve of your ass, teasing you. Then it slithers down, sliding into just the right angle with the tip pushed against your entrance. “Good human,” he purrs, and your eyes roll back in your head. His tip presses inside and then he’s thrusting hard and fast without warning. More slime drips from his sheath and slides down his length, the tingling slickness easing his punishing rhythm. It wouldn’t matter if the lubrication wasn’t there. You can’t do anything but lay there and gasp and meet his thrusts, needing his cock inside you more than you need to breathe. 

Those sharp, grasping appendages hook around your thighs. You feel them lock into place, their grip tightening until you’re right up against the sea muse’s body. His thrusts don’t slow at all. If anything, he’s even rougher and faster, deep humping thrusts that make you tremble and scream. He keeps talking through all of it no matter how winded and breathless he gets, keeping you right on the precipice of orgasm after orgasm with filthy whispers and wet, open-mouthed kisses against your ear. 

“So tight,” he hisses. “You feel so good, squeezing me like that. You want it so much. I’m going to give you everything. You’re going to be so fucking full.” His hips stutter, losing rhythm. You cum again just as a rush of warm wetness pulses inside you, spurting every time the sea muse thrusts. Thick, creamy liquid churns and foams at your entrance, a trickle dribbling down your thigh. You hear a few drops hit the floor under you. The sea muse rides out his orgasm with long, loud moans that send you over the edge again and again. He crushes you against the counter, hips rolling. One last, slow thrust fills you with another hot gush of his strange cum. 

He breathes heavily. His hips sway while he’s still sheathed inside you and his cock curls just the right way to make you sob for mercy. “Hm? You think we’re done?” he murmurs. “I told you. It’s been a long time. I still have so much more to give you. And you want it, don’t you? You need it?” 

“Yes,” you say, your voice quivering and broken. The sea muse starts to fuck you again and all you can do is let him.

You don’t know when it ends. It could be minutes, or hours, or days. The passage of time is measured in breaths and heartbeats and orgasm after orgasm. The floor is slick and sticky under you, a white puddle of milt steadily growing. You think he bites you but you don’t know. It all feels good, especially when he tells you how perfect you are, how sweet and submissive, how well you’re milking his cock of everything he’s saved for this moment. He makes you ride him once, seated on the counter while he bounces you in his lap. He digs his claws into the meat of your ass and leaves marks. 

You don’t know who finds you. Someone else who works the pier, probably, too horrified and embarrassed for both of you to stick around. The Coast Guard sweeps the water but the sea muses are long gone, leaving nothing behind but the mangled leftovers of their frenzy. The bodies glisten in the sand, torn to shreds like a burst whale carcass. By sunrise, the flies and the seagulls are swarming. You’re escorted to an ambulance with a blanket over your shoulders. The first person to look you in the eyes tells you, very quietly, that you might want to quit your job and consider moving inland. 

“Those are mating marks,” he says. You don’t know how he can possibly tell, given that they’re everywhere. Jagged, oozing circles dot your shoulders, arms, thighs and back. “Because they’re at a very precise depth. Meant to scar, not to kill. That means it’s going to come back.” They tell you not to look at the water but you do, one last time, before you leave. You don’t see anything. That doesn’t mean anything. The water’s deep and it seems to go on forever.

That night, in a hospital bed, you have a dream of someone singing to you. It sounds like the ocean filling your ears.

[pinkslipxox]

Hola amor can you do one of maybe where they go on vacation to wherever and they have smut but this time Miko is sub💖🙈

hola mi vida! Omg yesss I hope you like it 🥰❤️

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The sun sets over the captivating shores of Puerto Rico, painting the sky in shades of deep orange and pink. The vibrant atmosphere of the island is alive with music and laughter, and there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you and Young Miko are ready to indulge in a much-needed getaway.

In your beachfront villa, the salty breeze drifts through the open windows, bringing the scent of the ocean and an intoxicating hint of adventure. Miko, with her trademark confidence, lounges against a sun-drenched cushion, her tattooed arms casually thrown behind her head. She wears a loose crop top that accentuates her toned figure, a juxtaposition of toughness and allure that never fails to captivate you.

“Y/N,” she calls out, her voice playfully seductive, “I challenge you tonight.” There’s a glint in her eyes that sparks something daring within you.

“What kind of challenge?” you ask, stepping closer, curiosity dancing in your voice.

“I wanna see mi nena chula take charge,” she grins, biting her lip mischievously. “Show me how powerful you can be.” The challenge ignites a fire inside you, and you feel a rush of excitement at the thought of stepping into a more dominant role, especially with someone as fierce as Miko.

With a confident nod, you agree. Tonight is the night you’re ready to explore the depths of your connection and unleash a side of yourself that’s been waiting for this moment. As daylight fades into the comforting embrace of night, the villa transforms into a sanctuary of warmth and intimacy.

You lean in, getting close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body as you brush your lips softly along her throat, teasingly trailing kisses that elicit soft gasps from her mouth. Miko’s eyes roll back, a satisfied smile spreading as she sinks deeper into the moment. “Mmm, sí, just like that, pequeña,” she breathes, her voice laden with affection and need.

Finding your confidence, you take a more assertive stance, carefully pushing Miko back against the cushions, straddling her lap. She watches you, a spark of admiration lighting up her eyes. “Look at you, bebé,” she coos, a mix of pride and excitement dancing in her tone.

You lose yourself in the intoxicating pull of each kiss, your confidence growing as Miko encourages you, her hands roaming over your waist, grounding you. While she’s known for her fierce exterior, in these moments, she transforms into a softness that melts your heart. “I love when you’re like this, just let go,” she whispers, her voice a mixture of teasing and reverent.

“Just relax and let me show you how I feel,” you reply, leaning in to kiss the sweet spot just beneath her ear, igniting a soft whimper from her throat. Her body responds eagerly, and you can sense her primal need surfacing, urging you on.

The air between you thickens, and suddenly, the gentle atmosphere becomes feral with passion. You both dive into the depths of your desires, kisses turning fevered and desperate. Miko plays with your hair, pulling you closer as she whispers sweet nothings in a mixture of English and Spanish, her words washing over you like a warm wave.

“Eres tan hermosa, Y/N,” she murmurs, planting gentle kisses along your jawline. “Just like that, I’ll always be yours.” The way she cradles you in her strong arms makes you feel like the most cherished person in the world—a delightful contrast to the wild flames of passion that dance between your bodies.

With each kiss and caress, you push further into the depths of your connection. You explore each other with abandon, discovering every curve, every muscle, every gasp. Miko’s skin is a canvas of art, and with every touch, you feel the story of her strength and softness intertwine.

As the night deepens, the boundaries of desire dissolve entirely. You let go of inhibitions, losing yourselves in the waves of passion that crash between you both. The primal energy surrounding you becomes intoxicating, and before you know it, you’re both feral for each other, your bodies moving with an instinctual rhythm.

Every moan, every kiss sends electric currents through your connection, intertwining your souls in a beautiful dance. Each time you pull away, your foreheads resting against each other, the intimate moments between breaths whisper promises of devotion and love.

With Miko in your arms, there are no limits. Just a powerful exchange of affection, a joyous discovery of comfort and strength enveloped in one another. The world outside fades, leaving only the two of you caught in your own paradise, where tenderness meets wild passion.

As the first light of dawn begins to peek through the windows, you both lay tangled together in the sheets, Miko gently cradling you in her powerful arms. She presses a soft kiss to your temple, her fingers tracing your back with a gentleness that conveys her adoration.

“Te quiero tanto, pequeña,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. You lean closer, feeling the warmth of her body against yours, safe and cherished in a way that wraps around your heart.

“I love you too, Miko,” you reply, your heart full as you breathe in the beautiful essence of the night shared between you both. In the heart of Puerto Rico, you’ve discovered not only a hidden paradise but also a deep and fiery bond that will only grow stronger with each adventure.

[circe-and-the-wolf]

⬆️ Fan-art-photo-faffing for Department Q; Carl Mørck (played by MG) at a Greasy Spoon - Part 3; all made up/just for fun whilst we patiently await the show

Let’s call this ‘Variations on an MG-string’ - Mørck’s mood from cool to warm to abso-bloody-lutely (re: Mona/Rachel, of course). This series of edits imagines a meeting between Carl and Rachel at a beachfront cafe after a windswept walk. Perhaps it’s Portobello Beach. Perhaps it’s a date. Or could turn into a date. Who knows.

📷 ⬆️ Original photos/screenshots by Uli Weber, @asgoodeasgold and from Downton BTS 📷 Edited using Procreate 🖌️🎨

Hurry up Netflix and give us some info so I can stop overthinking it! 😂 Can’t wait!

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

What Tyler of honeymoon the lis would want to have ?

Umm...

Green's ideal honeymoon would involve a luxurious and cultural experience. A trip to a European city filled with art, music, and fine dining would be perfect. They'd spend their days visiting museums, attending shows, and savoring gourmet meals in charming cafes.

Monroe would opt for a rustic and adventurous honeymoon, maybe a cabin in the mountains or a cozy beachside cottage. They'd love to embark on hikes, explore nature trails, and have late-night bonfires under the stars. It's all about reconnecting with the simplicity of life, and also being somewhere where MC can scream as loud as possible and no one else would hear. 😅😋

Mattos envisions a peaceful and serene honeymoon, maybe in a charming countryside bed and breakfast. Days would be spent leisurely, strolling through gardens, enjoying fresh lemonade on the porch, and indulging in homemade pies and muffins. It's all about unwinding and enjoying the quiet moments.

Fiffer's perfect honeymoon would center around a luxurious resort on a Caribbean island with a stunning pool and a beautiful beachfront. They'd spend their days basking in the sun, sipping refreshing drinks by the pool, and taking romantic walks along the shoreline. It's all about relaxation, enjoying each other's company, creating unforgettable moments in a tropical paradise, and also being kid-free for a while.

Barlow's dream honeymoon would be adventurous and nostalgic. They would take a trip back to the hometown where both they and the MC grew up. Exploring familiar streets, visiting old friends, and maybe going for a high school reunion. As a special touch, they'd want to recreate the prom night that didn't go well back then. This time, they'll ensure every moment is perfect, dancing the night away and crafting a beautiful memory with the MC.

[eldritchaccident]

Timing: A bit after Teds got back from Canada Location: Jones Home/beachfront Feat: @vanoincidence and @eldritchaccident Warnings: none! Summary: S’more familial bonding

Pitching a fire was careful work. Each piece of tinder arranged just so. Artful, as if it wasn't something that was awaiting the spark to set it alight. Inferno, annihilation, rebirth. Bonfire season stretched out before them, only just beginning to settle into warm enough nights to sit outside on the beach and watch the dazzling sparkle of flame dancing along the waves. 

Eventually, the tide would take over the stretch of sand, washing away even the ashes of Teddy's tireless work. And still they persisted. Crafting the tower, a monument to S’mores. Or, perhaps, to the ability to get to and walk around again. As long as they ignored the aching in their bones, everything was fine. 

The sun had not set, Teddy didn't think they'd want to be outside in the dark on their own just yet, even if their little study buddy was already on her way. The promise of a bright night light put their mind at ease, even if theoretical. 

The kindling struck up and smoked until the first flames appeared, Teddy smiled and sat back, taking stock of the sweeter supplies. Marshmallows, Graham crackers, chocolate, and a host of more experimental toppings. Some of which were kept on dry ice. Along with a thermos of liquid nitrogen. For science. Food science. Of course. 

With the fire going, the snacks set, Teddy figured it was a good enough time to get some practice in. A looming threat, and a hopeful promise chasing them ever since Echo had them thinking a whole lot more about this power they'd apparently been born to. It was a pretty all consuming spiral, one they couldn't help but ruminate on so much they missed much of their surroundings. Including Van showing up on the beach. 

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Van had her own running supply of snacks for tonight’s event, all stuffed into a backpack instead of her regular tote. She could feel the shift of the red bull cans with every step, three new flavors for Teddy to try alongside her. The number of candy bars she had pulled off the shelves (all at various discounted prices) would probably end up squished by them, but she figured it didn’t matter considering they’d all be squashed between graham crackers and marshmallow, anyway. 

The smell of the smoke reached Van’s nose first, and then as she rounded the corner to the beach’s opening path, she saw the glowing light visible against the sandy floor. “Teddy!” She smiled brightly at them as she approached, one arm in the air, waving haphazardly around. There was a click in her shoulder that she ignored, the pain still there from the time she’d got thrown to the ground by the dirt eating vampire. 

“I brought some other stuff, too.” Van twisted her arm out of the strap of her backpack and held it up awkwardly as she began to unzip it, plopping down into a squat just next to Teddy. She began to unearth the various chocolate bars, as well as the cans of red bull. “These are kind of warm, I hope you don’t mind– Oh! Can we put them on the ice?” She motioned towards the cooler that Teddy was next to before rocking back onto her heels, planting her butt on the sand. 

The fire was warm against her skin, a welcomed feeling against the dropping temperature as the sun pushed down further.  Van wasn’t much of a hugger, but she felt inclined to give Teddy one. As she got to her feet, she threw both arms around them, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “What did Canada do to you, dude?” It was said with a soft laugh as she dropped back down next to them, grabbing her backpack so she could zip it back up. 

—

With how much Teddy was startled by Van’s arrival, you'd almost wonder if they forgot anyone was coming by at all. A seashell in the tide, their attention was pushed and pulled so easily. Unnoticing the rising and the falling until it found itself completely buried in the sand. In this particular case, the sand was an experiment in holding an increasing number of marshmallows in a small spherical forcefield hovering over the fire, which promptly exploded as the caster was startled and dropped the current record of four sugary treats down into the flames below. 

“Oh! Hey Junebug!” No tears were shed for the sugar feeding the fire, in fact, quite the opposite. The moment they heard the kid’s voice Teddy was all smiles, bursting to bits with joy as the younger caster kept talking and then opted for the hug, making Teds feel like they must be doing something right. Without much fanfare, Teddy took the drinks and added them to the cooler, sitting just beside the various experimental toppings, and the canister of dry ice chilled ice cream. 

“Ah Canada was—“ What they’d said online and what actually happened were two different stories. One of them involved hockey. One of them involved deprivation torture. Teddy wished they’d just been roughed around a rink. It’d be a lot less complicated. They’d be a lot less distant, hiding behind a smile they hoped she wouldn’t see as faulty in any way. “—so weird, Van. SO weird. Did you know they have milk in bags up there? Just in BAGS.” 

— 

When Van thought of Canada initially, she thought of geese and Toronto. Then, she started to think about Thea and the life that her friend had had there, and how different it was in Maine. How she’d been Cynthia, and now she went by something else. Was Teddy somebody else in Canada, too? Was there something they weren’t telling her? Probably, but she didn’t feel the urge to yank it out from beneath him, because what would that accomplish? This was supposed to be a bonding moment. 

“I’ve heard that! And their money smells like maple syrup, right?” That’d been a trap she’d fallen into, and she already knew the truth, but she wanted to see what Teddy would say to her. “Sucks that they have the queen on it, but at least the colors are pretty.” Not that their money was much better, but still. 

Van noticed that there were a few marshmallows already in the pit and she frowned, then looked back to the package. They’d barely miss them, as it was– the remaining bag was filled to the brim with the fluffy sugar bombs. “So like, where do we start? Should we put the graham crackers with the chocolate near the fire so the chocolate melts and it’s not all weird and messed up?” Messed up as in a weird texture, but she figured Teddy would understand that without her needing to explain further. 

—

“Wait really?” Teddy hadn’t spent long enough in Canada to actually exchange much cash, let alone go sniffing it. “I know it’s pretty colorful, but smells like maple too? Damn.” 

One redeeming point for Canada apparently. Not exactly enough that they really ever wanted to go back, but hey. Can’t blame the whole country for one town that may or may not even really exist. Didn’t on google maps, but the documents in the town hall looked official. It was weird. Not a lot about that place added up. Not in a way that made sense unless you were looking at it from just the right angle. One Teds never really found. “All money should be colorful.” Teddy nodded to themself. “But we need to start putting fun stuff on it, not old dead shitheels.” At least monetary markers were something more comforting to muse about. 

“Oh good idea, I got some more flat rocks on this side of the fire, we can probably put ‘em there.” Light danced around the pair as they circled the inferno. It chased away the darkness, gave purpose and strength to the night. Teddy hated feeling afraid. It wasn’t in their nature, at least it never used to be. Growing up demon, the only things that could even come close to terrifying them in the same way the simple darkness did now was maybe a whole cloister of nuns with guns. And that was… shit another fear that came from being locked in a room with something, awaiting a swift and assured death. Death itself wasn’t half as scary as the things that led up to it, they thought. The anticipation was worse. In the end, death might be more of a release and relief than they’d ever like to admit. 

“Also got blankets and such if the wind picks up and you feel chilly. But I doubt it will, been pretty lovely all evening.”

—

“Are you messing with me? You know that’s not real, right?” Van could’ve let them continue to believe that it was true, or that she thought it, and so maybe that’s what Teddy was doing– allowing her to believe. Or maybe they were messing with her in a different capacity, or maybe they thought it was real. “Sorry I lied to you.” 

“I hate money. Like, the idea of it, what it’s done to like… everything.” It was hard to not think about the arguments her parents constantly got into about money. They still echoed around in her head, tangling her up what it meant to be either successful or… the opposite. But now wasn’t the time to think about that! She and Teddy had a plethora of sweets at their disposal, and the night sky that bloomed over them was the kind that could only be dreamt up. She wanted to enjoy this time, especially now that Teddy was back. “But you’re right, um, colorful money would make things way cooler, and way better without the ugly dead people on it.” Was that rude? Would they come to haunt her? Maybe. She’d just hit George Washington with a cherry or something. Or was it an apple? 

Van dropped into a squat next to the fire, careful to not lean too far forward or too far back. She unearthed the package of graham crackers and began placing them gently on the flat rocks as Teddy had explained, before setting single pieces of chocolate onto them. “This is like, the best way to do it.” She looked up at them with a big grin. 

She looked towards the blankets Teddy mentioned and gave a small nod. “I think the fire will totally help out with that, but that’s like, super courteous of you.” That was the right way to use the word, right? She was almost positive it was, at least. “Um.. okay. Chocolate laid out, marshmallows acquired. Do we put on music? Or is that disrespectful to the night time or whatever?” 

—

“Wait– Really? Well diggity shit. That’s lame.” Defeat. Utter total disappointment. Why shouldn’t it smell like maple?  It should smell like maple. Teddy grumbled and fell backwards, getting a head full of sand and an eye full of stars. The stars are probably maple flavored. They wouldn’t disappoint. At the very least the North Star™ probably did. “Guess it makes sense though, when has a government run program ever done anything cool ever?” 

Hating money. That was something Teds could get behind. The caster tilted their head upwards, shaking off a little of the sand just to get a good look at the kid. It was easy for them to say they hated it now that the Jones family was more flush with cash then they could ever dream of spending in one lifetime, but it wasn’t always that way. Fireside treats and the family secret S’mores technique came from that period. When they scraped together enough to survive, and sometimes had enough for a treat. When most nights were spent under the blanket of the cosmos, warmed only by the massive body their father could transform into. 

“It’s unfortunately pretty useful, but…. Pretty much only because of all the shit it’s done to the…. Everything.” Two arms shot up in the air, waving around and gesturing to the whole of human civilization. “Hah!” Teddy snorted. “Yes, abso-fuckin-lutely no more dead ugly white guys. That’s number one.” 

Van got to work setting up the crackers, so Teds figured it was time to get roasting. “The trick for the marshmallows is to find a pocket of the fire without any big flames, but some hot embers down below.” Up and at-em with a dad groan, Teddy found their own spot by the fire. Put two mallows on a stick and studied the gentle inferno for the perfect oven. “Then you gotta be patient. This way takes longer, but it makes for the best flavor.” They explained, exceptionally proud of their caramelizing skills. “Only turn it once you see it juuuuuust start to smoke. And turn it slowly too, that’s how you get it perfect golden brown.” 

—

Van still wasn’t entirely sure if Teddy was messing with her or not, but only because their expression left so much to be discovered. She observed them for a moment, still not quite sure, but snorted at their comment about the government and how decidedly uncool it was. “I’d say the parks department is like, the only cool thing anywhere, but even they really mess up a lot of the time.” She had watched a 10 part Tik Tok series on why the park’s department sucked and had totally turned her back on them.

“Useful, yeah.” It was, and she knew it was, but it didn’t mean she was happy about it. Money sucked, and it got in the way of a lot of things. She didn’t want to think about the negatives right now, though, and as easy as it was to get wrapped up in them, she wanted to enjoy the here and now with Teddy, especially after they’d been gone for so long. “Yeah, like, put a tree on it or something.” The whole thing was technically made out of trees, right? “Or maybe that’s kind of messed up. I don’t know.” She didn’t really know a lot about anything, but it seemed like Teddy thought she did, and she liked that. 

“I kind of like when the marshmallows get kinda burnt and crispy… there’s something about the burnt parts that tastes really good.” That, and it was because she always got distracted by roasting them that most of hers had come out burnt and she got used to the taste. “But I’ll definitely try your way. You’re the one with the inventive food things, so you definitely know what you’re talking about.” Van half-waddled, half-knelt to the side of the fire that Teddy was at and watched them as they roasted the marshmallows. “Those look a lot better than anything I’ve done, and I’m not saying that in like, a depressing way. I mean those look like they came from a magazine.”  

—

“Parks and Postal service, the only parts I respect.” Teddy nodded along. “Imagine how much bullshit they have to deal with from the other branches. I bet they’d be about 87% more efficient if they were just like, allowed to do what they wanted.” They had watched no such Tiktok. But they had seen all of Parks n’ Rec. Multiple times. Hell of a show. One time someone compared them to an uncanny horrifying mix of Leslie Knope and Jean-Ralphio Saperstien. Teddy wore it like a badge of the highest honor for months. 

“Are you good on that? Like rent and groceries and everything? Your car running well?” Normally, they wouldn’t be so direct. Their support usually came in subtle gifts and acts of service. But for some reason, the topic seemed to bother Van in a way that worried them. Maybe not bother, seemed too strong of a word. Disconcert? Upset? Teddy mused on it a bit while they waited for a reply. “Trees! Yes! Something anyone can get behind. Or like, take a vote on what's everyone’s favorite animal. If I could make money I’d put a little nudibranch on it, have you seen those little guys? They look like pokemon.” A little lilting laugh escaped their chest, finding joy wasn’t hard in good company. 

“Heard, chef.” A little crispy. They could work with that. “Do you like the inside being molten or uncooked?” They could do the best of both worlds. Two marshmallows, one burnt and crispity, one golden and gooey. Pride swelled up as the kid came over, leading Teddy to preen like an egotistical peacock. “Ahh well, Whenever I’m with friends,  I never do anything I don’t think I’m amazing at, so that’s step one. Always gotta impress, y’know?”  

—

“I was told I shouldn’t respect the postal service by this one lady ‘cause my package got accidentally delivered to her house. She wanted to yell at them, but I don’t think they’re paid enough for that.” Van was glad that she was able to keep Vic from going and yelling at the poor postal workers, but it was a little bit annoying that it was something that kept happening. Then again, it probably had something to do with this stupid town and nothing to do with the actual workers. “Yeah, definitely more efficient, probably.” She didn’t really know a whole lot about government and the whole trickle down thing, but she was pretty sure Teddy was right. 

“What? Yeah, uh– I mean, I’m not like, paying rent right now. Regan won’t let me pay rent. I gave her…” Was it alright to tell Teddy that she had given her bones? Probably, right? “Bones. There were some bones, and she wanted them, so that’s what I gave her. It’s a lot cheaper than rent, right?” Van let out a nervous laugh. Groceries weren’t really an issue either, mostly because Sly Slice was a source of food. Though, she was getting sick of pizza. “But um, I’m good! Totally good.” She didn’t want to take from Teddy, anyway, especially when they were already offering so much given the whole… both having magic thing. “A Nudi-what?” The topic of it looking like a pokemon did make Van interested, so she pulled out her phone and looked it up, nodding with confirmation at Teddy’s description. “It looks like something that’d be in the game, totally. Wait, that’s so cute. I want them on my money. Way better than old dead white guys.” 

“Uncooked? No way, then it doesn’t get all sticky with the chocolate– Oh, crap.” She turned towards the graham crackers on the edge of the rocks, noticing that the chocolate was already beginning to bubble. She carefully moved them to a cooler side of the rock where they wouldn’t continue to cook. Van listened to Teddy as they spoke, and even if she couldn’t really identify with their sentiment, she felt like she needed to tell them that it wasn’t necessary. “I already think you’re like, super cool and whatever. Way cooler than Emilio, so.. I mean.” She shrugged, nudging the graham crackers towards Teddy so that they could place the marshmallows on top. “You can definitely tell him I said that. I think you should use that as like, the way you impress people. Just show them Emilio.” There was no way she’d say that she thought Emilio was cool, so she laid it on thick in regards to thinking Teddy was way cooler. “These look melted enough, right?” 

—

“Nobody gets paid enough to be yelled at for a mistake, except maybe like… CEOs but they should be melted with the marshmallows I think.” Teddy hummed a little laugh, briefly imagining a screaming rich dude at the end of their stick rather than a sugary treat. Just like a bedtime story Leviathan would tell. Of comeuppances and shitheels getting what they deserve. “At the very least they’d be happier.” And happy folks tended to work better, or at least make it nice for everyone they interact with. If Ted knew how much trust Van put into their aimless rambling, they’d probably never shut up. So a change in topics was probably for the best. 

“Oh! Right, The Death Doc is your landlord. I think I remember you saying that before.” Memories were so fickle, rudely getting lost and mixed up in loose imaginings and potential panicking points. “Bones eh? That sounds about right with her. Definitely cheaper than rent.” They agreed, whole heartedly. Not even missing a beat, as if that was the most normal currency one could offer. Bartering, Teddy thought, was a much better system overall. Everyone could get exactly what they want, or what they need. “Yeah well, if you get in a pinch, I got more food and room than I can shake a salmon at.” 

Van pulled out her phone and immediately Teddy perked up. Her impulsive inquisitiveness was one of the things that they always admired about the kid. Reminded them a lot of themself. And the whole of the universe knew how much Teddy Jones loved themself. (Most of the time.) “We should make a club. Specifically so we can have t-shirts with our nudibranch mascot on them. Bet you any money Wynne would think these guys are cute too.” 

“Atta girl, you are so right for that. Gooey is the way to goo.” Perhaps not the best phrasing considering the whole town had been covered in a terrible goo not half a year ago. Ahh well, time passed, and the consistency of melty treats was a far cry from the black ichor that messed up so much shit back then. “Oop.” Teddy let out a small sound of surprise as the graham cracker bases were nudged their way, absolutely ready to be made into the perfect S’mores. “Well you are a hundred percent correct on that, but he’s got some cool points. Maybe not from you, Junebug.” Carefully, the older caster split the two marshmallows evenly across the crackers, making sure both got a good amount of goo as well as the crispy golden shell, with specks of burnt just for that added texture and flavor. They smooshed the tops on and handed one over, primed for a cheers motion. “Melted to maximum deliciousness. Bone app the teeth.” 

[oliviahartx]

INTRODUCING OLIVIA HART: we love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest.

FULL NAME            olivia james hart.

BIRTHDAY              march 14th ( 33 ) . 

BIRTHPLACE          blue harbor, illinois.

GENDER                 cis female.

OCCUPATION     owner ( and wedding planner ) of everlasting moments.

BUILD                     athletic.

HAIR COLOR         brown .

EYE COLOR           brown.

HEIGHT                  5’8

PARENTS              robert hart ( father ) + julia hart ( mother )

SIBLINGS        none .

PETS                    stellar ( black cat ) .

CHARACTER PARALLELS: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ), serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ), mary flore ( the wedding planner )

BIOGRAPHY

Olivia Hart was born in Blue Harbor, Illinois, into a family with deep roots in the region's cultural and social scene. Her parents, Julia and Robert Hart, ran a successful catering business, and their home was frequently abuzz with the preparations for events ranging from intimate family gatherings to elaborate parties. Growing up amidst the hustle and bustle of these events, Olivia developed a fascination with the art of celebration.

As a child, Olivia was often found helping her mother with flower arrangements or assisting her father with the logistics of event setups. These early experiences planted the seeds for her future career. Olivia excelled academically, showing a particular interest in art and design. Her high school years were marked by her involvement in organizing school events and fundraisers, where her organizational prowess and eye for detail began to shine.

She attended the University of Illinois, where she pursued a degree in Hospitality Management. During her time at university, Olivia interned with various event planning firms and hotel management companies, gaining valuable hands-on experience in the field. She graduated with honors, armed with a robust understanding of the industry and a deep passion for creating memorable experiences.

After graduating, Olivia secured a position with "Elegance Events," a high-end event planning firm renowned for its luxurious weddings and social gatherings. Her role involved coordinating every aspect of events, from vendor management to on-site execution. Olivia quickly distinguished herself with her meticulous attention to detail, creativity, and ability to remain calm under pressure. Her talents did not go unnoticed, and she was promoted to a senior planner position within a few years.

Despite her success, Olivia harbored dreams of running her own business. At 28, she took the bold step of starting her own wedding planning company, "Everlasting Moments." The decision was driven by her desire to bring a personal touch to wedding planning and to offer clients a unique and bespoke service that reflected their individual personalities and preferences.

"Everlasting Moments" began as a small operation with Olivia handling most of the planning and coordination herself. Her dedication and personalized approach quickly earned her a reputation for excellence. Her business grew through word-of-mouth referrals and glowing reviews from satisfied clients. Olivia’s ability to connect with couples on a personal level and understand their vision for their special day became her trademark.

The early years of running her own business were challenging. Olivia worked long hours, often juggling multiple weddings in a single weekend. Despite the demanding schedule, she found immense satisfaction in seeing her clients’ dreams come to life. Her portfolio expanded to include a diverse range of weddings, from intimate beachfront ceremonies to grand ballroom affairs. 

To support the growing demand, Olivia has began to  gradually build a team of talented professionals, including event coordinators, designers, and administrative staff. She is focused on building her brand and living vicariously through the couples that she helps.

[govindhtech]

Modern Art of Bahia Museum’s Unique Heritage Collection

Bahian Museum of Art

Through the most recognisable pieces in collection, which are now digitally available, discover the colourful tapestry of modern Brazilian art, from historical roots to contemporary voices.

Nestled in a picturesque architectural complex on Salvador’s beachfront is one of Brazil’s most significant modern art organizations. Google’s is thrilled to present the rich legacy collection of the Museum of Modern Art of Bahia to a worldwide audience for the first time. This collection perfectly embodies the lively spirit of Brazil.

Through a partnership with Google Arts & Culture, more than 70 of Google’s collection’s paintings have been digitised in extremely high resolution, making the MAM-Bahia experience accessible online. Now, visitors from all over the world can explore Google’s digital collection and learn about the tales that distinguish our museum. Here are three highlights that are not to be missed to get you started:

Going from Manor to Museum

Explore the rich past of Solar do Unhão, the stunning coastal community home to the Museum. Discover how this ancient monument, which dates back to the 16th century, changed over time and became the great cultural hub it is today thanks to the ideas of architect Lina Bo Bardi.

The most significant facility for modern and contemporary art in the state of Bahia is the Museum of Modern Art of Bahia. Its breathtaking site, the mediaeval mansion Solar do Unhão, overlooking the ocean and surrounded by lush foliage, lends an extra degree of beauty to the art experience.

Constructed in the 17th century, the Solar do Unhão has an interesting history, having passed through the hands of affluent families, Benedictines, and even a snuff factory in the early 1900s.

It was first mentioned in writing in the sixteenth century. Gabriel Soares de Sousa, a Portuguese coloniser, farmer, and historian, was the owner. They left the region to the Benedictines of Bahia in will after passing away on an expedition close to the Paraguaçu River’s sources.

Italian-Brazilian architect created the Museum of Modern Art of Bahia vision and was its first director from 1959 to 1963. They is well recognized for creating the Museum of Art of São Paulo (MASP) project.

The Rubem Valentim Pavilion and a new Sculpture Garden were added to the museum area in 1998.

Presently, MAM-BA’s exhibition spaces feature well-known artists from Brazil and beyond, solidifying the museum’s position as a major player in the country’s contemporary art landscape.

In addition to art shows, the museum hosts a busy cultural schedule. A vibrant community of learning and involvement is fostered by the museum through continuing educational programs and multilingual events.

Enlarge the assortment

Discover about 70 high-definition digital masterpieces from the MAM-Bahia collection thanks to Google Arts & Culture. From modernist classics like Tarsila do Amaral and Rubem Valentim to contemporary artists like Bob Wolfenson and Panmela Castro, explore the brushstrokes and uncover hidden elements in paintings.

Modernist Icon Tarsila do Amaral

The famous Brazilian artist Tarsila do Amaral (1886–1973) used startling colours and compositions. Manor to Museum used Brazilian themes and sceneries in her ‘Modern Art’.

An Up-Close Look at Tarsila’s “O Touro”

Let’s take a closer look at Tarsila do Amaral’s well-known “O Touro.” Observe how the strong visuals and vivid colours express the tenacity and resiliency of Brazilian culture. Bold, geometric shapes are used to symbolise the bull, a symbol of both industry and nature.

Tarsila do Amaral used European avant-garde, especially cubism, but Manor to Museum also created her own personal style by fusing Brazilian colours and ideas into her works. This resulted in a genuinely original artistic voice.

Produced in 1928, this piece of art represents a turning point in her creative development. It’s reminiscent of her previous “Pau-Brasil” (Brazilwood) style, but it’s also deeply based in her “Antropofagia” (Anthropophagy) period.

There is something gigantic about the bull, the main character, that goes beyond realism. Its geometric and simple design is reminiscent of the early 20th century cubist influences.

Tarsila embraced ‘ugly’ or inoffensive colours like violet pink and pure blue, which were deemed to be daring and unfashionable at the time. Her devotion to artistic innovation and pushing limits was evident in this audacious decision.

Viewers are still drawn to the artwork because of its vibrant colour scheme, straightforward shapes, and surreal atmosphere, which entice us to explore a fanciful vision of the Brazilian countryside.

Highlighting Black Art

Salvador’s cultural landscape is enriched with African heritage. Without the contributions of Black Artists, whose works reflect the influence of Afro-Brazilian faiths, customs, and people, Bahia’s art would not be the same. Learn about some of the well-known names that comprise the museum’s collection and the ways in which up-and-coming artists are realising their ideas and cultural legacies.

Salvador, Bahia’s lively capital, is a distinctive destination due to its African roots. The city has the most African descendants worldwide.

Emanoel Araújo

Emanoel Araújo (1940-2022) incorporated Afro-Brazilian culture into his prints, paintings, and sculptures. Emanoel Araújo’s attention to Afro-Brazilian heritage is visible in his paintings.

Araújo’s impact extended beyond galleries and museums. As the director of the Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo and later the Afro Brazil Emanoel Araújo Museum, he was honoured following his passing.

Panmela Castro

Powerful Brazilian artist and activist Panmela Castro (b. 1981) promotes women’s rights and social justice through her art. Her murals, paintings, and performances address gender equality and feminine identity.

In this picture, the artist depicts Federal University of Bahia scholar Ana Cláudia Lemos Pacheco, who studies the “solitude of the Black woman”.

Juarez Paraíso

Juarez Paraíso, a notable Brazilian artist (b. 1934), works in sculpture, painting, and printmaking. Paraíso has greatly influenced the art scene in Bahia and Brazil. His art is modernist with a twist.

Google’s uses interlocking circular structures that resemble organic shapes. His emphasis on circularity and organic forms distinguishes him from geometric modernism.

Tiago Sant’Ana

Contemporary Brazilian artist Tiago Sant’Ana (b. 1990) is making waves with his thought-provoking paintings on race, history, and power.

The “Sugar Shoes” series emphasises freedom’s precarious balance. These sugar shoes represent Black liberation. Their impending dissolving in seawater highlights their newfound citizenship’s vulnerability.

Anderson AC

Versatility defines Anderson AC (b. 1979). He works in painting, graffiti, collage, photography, video, and installation. Memory, history, and past-present links are common topics in his art.

His creations often start with found objects, giving them new life. This shows his interest in personal and collective histories.

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[limerental]

Ok spoilery initial reaction to s3 vol 2 under the cut okie dokie

The good:

some moments made me go WAHHHH aloud. frinfran supporting each other... every scene with them tbh made me insane. Cahir and fringilla reunion... they love each other.... the visuals in the cahir and ciri scene were spot on he's just a little guy. Uhhhh I forget what else. MILVAAAAAAAAA. women. Rats!!!! Tissaia's final scene/line I had to stand up and yell and cwy a little. Vilgefortz had his whole vilgussy out and he blew geralts back out with his huge throbbing staff amen.

The bad:

It wasn't very well-written plot-wise lol

A lot of stuff just... happens and a lot of characters make decisions based on ??? and they could have avoided everything that happened pretty easily. Travel and information goes around WAY too easily sometimes and not other times? Yennefer just jogging back into the battle, Ciri just jogging right into Tor Lara from the convenient beachfront entrance, Geralt standing there like 🧍‍♂️while ciri and cahir fight.

Not to do a "not like the books" comparison (that ship has sailed) but the tension during the Thanned coup in Time of Contempt is entirely in the sheer chaos of battle, making choices trying to escape and stay alive that have consequences, and ultimately everybody ending up permanently separated because of those places being the only place they can go in those circumstances. Book Ciri runs into Tor Lara because she can't go anywhere else. Book Geralt fights Vilgefortz trying to get to her, not fully knowing where she is. (I'm not as grumpy about Book vs Show yennefer changes but yeah by s3 I can 100% say they are vastly different characters.)

Other stuff I didn't like: redacting the entire war plot in boring ways and excluding the other kings. Having Dijkstra know that Phil killed Vizimir that's sooooo that's got me sooooooo. Yen being overly involved at Aretuza and presumably establishing the initial lodge instead of Phil? A bizarre choice. The coup in general being a last minute decision instead of planned in advance. (Like they had time to do arts and crafts with arm bands when did they do that? Phil hosted an orgy post banquet and was like hey girlies let's gossip about vilgefortz BTW he's evil)

Anyway. I forget what else. The main takeaway is the same thoughts I've had about twn for a while. The character moments are SO good and there are many character relationships that reach right into my heart and stab me and make me want to explode and have me spiraling into varying thoughts about them. And the plot writing is just bad and contrived lmao it's just not good.

Nothing was so egregiously bad that I won't watch s4 though I mean. When the character moments are good, they're very very good, and most of the actors are also insanely good (and hot).

[annafshr]

Unveiling Paradise: A Travel Guide to Tulum and Cancún

Welcome to the dazzling Mexican Caribbean, where two iconic destinations, Tulum and Cancún, beckon with their pristine beaches, turquoise waters, and ancient Mayan ruins. Nestled on the Yucatán Peninsula, Tulum and Cancún offer an enchanting blend of rich history, natural beauty, and vibrant nightlife. In this travel guide, we will uncover the wonders of these coastal paradises, providing you with an itinerary that combines cultural exploration, outdoor adventures, and relaxation on some of the most breathtaking beaches in the world. Get ready to embark on an unforgettable journey through Tulum and Cancún!

I. Tulum

Exploring the Ancient Ruins:

Discover the cliffside ruins of Tulum, overlooking the Caribbean Sea.

Learn about the Mayan civilization and its fascinating history.

Wander through the Temple of the Frescoes and El Castillo.

Take in panoramic views from the cliffside and relax on the nearby beach.

Enjoying Tulum's Beaches:

Bask in the sun on the powdery white sands of Tulum's pristine beaches.

Swim in the crystal-clear waters of the Caribbean Sea.

Explore beachside cenotes (natural sinkholes) for a refreshing dip.

Indulge in beachfront yoga classes or relaxing spa treatments.

Cenote Exploration:

Dive into the mesmerizing underground world of cenotes.

Visit Gran Cenote, Dos Ojos, or Cenote Calavera for an unforgettable snorkeling or diving experience.

Discover the stalactite formations and hidden caves in these natural wonders.

Take a refreshing swim in the cool, crystal-clear waters.

Tulum Pueblo:

Immerse yourself in the bohemian charm of Tulum Pueblo.

Stroll along the vibrant streets filled with boutique shops, art galleries, and local eateries.

Sample delicious Mexican cuisine, including fresh seafood and authentic tacos.

Experience the lively nightlife with beachside bars and live music venues.

II. Cancún

Relaxing on the Beaches:

Indulge in the world-famous beaches of Cancún, with their soft, white sands and azure waters.

Sunbathe, swim, or take part in various water sports like jet skiing, parasailing, or paddleboarding.

Explore the nearby Isla Mujeres or Cozumel for snorkeling and diving adventures.

Visiting El Rey Ruins:

Discover the ancient Mayan ruins of El Rey in the heart of Cancún's Hotel Zone.

Explore the archaeological site and marvel at the intricate stone carvings.

Learn about the history and significance of this Mayan settlement.

Enjoying Ecotourism:

Take a day trip to the nearby Xcaret Park or Xel-Há Park.

Experience a blend of nature, culture, and adventure with activities like snorkeling, swimming with dolphins, and zip-lining.

Explore the lush jungles, cenotes, and underground rivers that make this region unique.

Nightlife and Entertainment:

Experience Cancún's vibrant nightlife scene.

Dance the night away at the energetic nightclubs and beach clubs.

Enjoy live music performances, traditional Mexican dance shows, or comedy clubs.

III. Nearby Excursions

Chichén Itzá:

Embark on a day trip to the iconic archaeological site of Chichén Itzá.

Witness the majestic pyramid of El Castillo (Temple of Kukulcan) and other impressive structures.

Learn about Mayan mythology and astronomical knowledge.

Akumal:

Swim with sea turtles in the idyllic waters of Akumal.

Snorkel alongside these gentle creatures in their natural habitat.

Relax on the tranquil beaches or explore the nearby cenotes.

Cozumel:

Take a ferry to the island of Cozumel, known for its stunning reefs and marine life.

Dive into the world-renowned Palancar Reef or explore the Chankanaab eco-park.

Enjoy water activities like snorkeling, scuba diving, or deep-sea fishing.

Tulum and Cancún offer a captivating blend of history, natural beauty, and vibrant nightlife. From the ancient Mayan ruins of Tulum to the bustling beaches of Cancún, these destinations cater to a wide range of interests. Immerse yourself in the rich cultural heritage, dive into the mesmerizing cenotes, relax on the stunning beaches, and explore the nearby attractions. Tulum and Cancún are waiting to enchant you with their undeniable allure and leave you with unforgettable memories of paradise on the Mexican Caribbean.

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Unlock the Best Indonesia Deals with Fantastic Tours

Are you dreaming of an exotic getaway that combines stunning landscapes, rich culture, and unforgettable experiences—all at an unbeatable price? Look no further than Indonesia, the world’s largest archipelago, and Fantastic Tours, your ultimate travel partner. We’re excited to bring you exclusive Indonesia offers that make your dream vacation more affordable and accessible than ever. Whether you’re planning a romantic escape, a family adventure, or a solo journey, our curated packages ensure you get the most out of your Indonesian experience without breaking the bank.

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Why Indonesia?

Indonesia is a destination that truly has it all. From pristine beaches and lush jungles to vibrant cities and ancient temples, this Southeast Asian gem offers something for every type of traveler. Here’s why Indonesia should be at the top of your travel list:

Affordable Luxury: Indonesia is known for offering incredible value for money. Whether it’s a beachfront resort, a private villa, or a fine dining experience, you’ll enjoy world-class amenities at a fraction of the cost compared to other destinations.

Diverse Experiences: From the cultural richness of Yogyakarta to the stunning beaches of Bali and the wild landscapes of Komodo Island, Indonesia’s diversity ensures there’s never a dull moment.

Warm Hospitality: The Indonesian people are renowned for their kindness and hospitality, making you feel welcome wherever you go.

Exquisite Cuisine: Indonesian food is a highlight of any trip, with its bold flavors and fresh ingredients. From street food to gourmet dining, every meal is a culinary adventure.

Natural Beauty: Indonesia’s landscapes are nothing short of breathtaking. Think turquoise waters, white sandy beaches, towering volcanoes, and lush green jungles.

Exclusive Indonesia Offers from Fantastic Tours

At Fantastic Tours, we’re passionate about creating unforgettable travel experiences. Our Indonesia offers are designed to provide you with the best value while ensuring a seamless and memorable journey. Here’s what you can expect from our packages:

1. All-Inclusive Beach Getaways

Escape to Indonesia’s most beautiful beaches with our all-inclusive packages. Enjoy stays at luxurious resorts in Bali, Lombok, or Raja Ampat, complete with daily breakfast, airport transfers, and exciting activities like snorkeling, island hopping, and sunset cruises.

2. Cultural Immersion Tours

Discover the heart and soul of Indonesia with our cultural immersion packages. Explore the ancient temples of Borobudur and Prambanan, participate in traditional Balinese cooking classes, and witness the vibrant arts scene in Yogyakarta.

3. Adventure and Nature Packages

For the thrill-seekers, we offer adventure-packed itineraries that include jungle trekking in Sumatra, exploring the Komodo National Park, and diving in the crystal-clear waters of Raja Ampat.

4. Romantic Escapes

Planning a honeymoon or a romantic getaway? Our Indonesia offers include private beach dinners, couples’ spa treatments, and stays at exclusive resorts with stunning ocean views.

5. Family-Friendly Deals

Traveling with kids? No problem! Our family-friendly packages include activities that cater to all ages, from water parks and cultural shows to interactive workshops and wildlife encounters.

What Makes Our Indonesia Offers Stand Out?

At Fantastic Tours, we go above and beyond to ensure your trip is nothing short of extraordinary. Here’s what sets us apart:

Tailored Itineraries: We understand that every traveler is unique. That’s why we customize our packages to suit your preferences, interests, and budget.

Expert Local Guides: Our team of knowledgeable guides will take you off the beaten path and show you the hidden gems of Indonesia.

Seamless Travel Experience: From the moment you book until the day you return, we handle all the details, including flights, accommodations, and transportation.

Exclusive Deals: Our partnerships with top hotels, resorts, and activity providers allow us to offer you exclusive discounts and perks.

Sustainable Tourism: We’re committed to promoting responsible travel practices that benefit local communities and preserve Indonesia’s natural and cultural heritage.

Top Destinations Covered in Our Indonesia Offers

Our packages cover Indonesia’s most iconic destinations, ensuring you get a well-rounded experience:

Bali: Explore the Island of the Gods, known for its stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and lush landscapes.

Yogyakarta: Immerse yourself in the cultural heart of Indonesia, with its ancient temples and vibrant arts scene.

Komodo Island: Discover the land of the famous Komodo dragons and enjoy world-class diving and snorkeling.

Raja Ampat: Unwind in this tropical paradise, known for its crystal-clear waters and vibrant coral reefs.

Lombok: Relax on pristine beaches and explore the stunning landscapes of this less-crowded alternative to Bali. also:السياحة في تايلاند للعوائل

How to Book Your Indonesian Adventure

Ready to embark on the trip of a lifetime? Visit our website at https://fantastic-tours.net to explore our Indonesia offers and book your package today. Our user-friendly platform makes it easy to browse options, customize your itinerary, and secure your booking with just a few clicks.

Don’t miss out on these incredible deals—Indonesia is waiting to welcome you with open arms. Let Fantastic Tours turn your travel dreams into reality.

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2025 Travel Guide: 10 Amazing Places to Visit in Dubai

Dubai, the glittering jewel of the UAE, continues to captivate travelers with its futuristic skyline, luxurious shopping, and cultural treasures. As 2025 approaches, Dubai offers even more spectacular attractions for visitors. Whether you are seeking adventure, relaxation, or cultural experiences, here are ten must-visit places to include in your Dubai itinerary for 2025. If you're planning your trip, exploring the best Dubai tour packages and cheapest Dubai tour packages can help you experience the city's wonders without breaking the bank.

1. Burj Khalifa

No trip to Dubai is complete without visiting the iconic Burj Khalifa, the world’s tallest building. Towering at 828 meters, the Burj Khalifa is a marvel of modern engineering and a symbol of Dubai’s ambition. Our best Dubai tour packages include exclusive access to the observation deck on the 148th floor, offering breathtaking panoramic views of the city, desert, and the Persian Gulf. 

In 2025, new light shows and immersive exhibits will enhance the visitor experience, showcasing Dubai's growth and technological advancements. For a truly unforgettable experience, visit at sunset to witness the city bathed in golden hues. Let our expertly curated packages make your Dubai adventure seamless and extraordinary.

2. Dubai Mall

Beyond just shopping, Dubai Mall is an entertainment paradise and one of the largest malls in the world. Home to over 1,200 retail stores and 200 dining options, it attracts millions of visitors every year. From the colossal Dubai Aquarium and Underwater Zoo to the VR Park and Olympic-sized ice rink, there is something for everyone. 

In 2025, the mall will feature new luxury boutiques, art installations, and interactive dining experiences that blend gastronomy with virtual reality. Don’t miss the spectacular Dubai Fountain show, located just outside the mall.

3. Palm Jumeirah

Explore the best Dubai tour packages that feature the stunning Palm Jumeirah, a man-made marvel shaped like a palm tree and one of Dubai’s most iconic landmarks. Palm Jumeirah is home to world-class resorts, pristine beaches, and exciting attractions. Take a ride on the Palm Monorail for spectacular aerial views or relax at Atlantis The Palm, one of Dubai’s premier hotels. In 2025, Palm Jumeirah will unveil new beachfront developments, luxury residences, and entertainment venues. 

Adventure seekers can indulge in skydiving over the Palm, offering breathtaking views of the island and the Dubai skyline. These unique experiences make Palm Jumeirah a must-visit destination in Dubai.

4. Museum of the Future

Opened in 2022, the Museum of the Future is a hub of innovation, technology, and design. Its striking torus-shaped structure stands out in the heart of Dubai. By 2025, expect new exhibits showcasing futuristic advancements in AI, space exploration, and sustainability.

 Visitors can immerse themselves in cutting-edge technology that envisions what the next 50 years will look like. The museum also hosts talks, workshops, and interactive installations that appeal to all age groups, making it a must-visit destination for tech enthusiasts and families alike.

5. Dubai Frame

The Dubai Frame offers stunning views of both the old and new parts of the city. Standing 150 meters high, this architectural landmark perfectly frames views of modern skyscrapers on one side and traditional neighborhoods on the other. This symbolic structure bridges Dubai’s rich past with its ambitious future. In 2025, Dubai Frame will feature augmented reality guides, allowing visitors to experience the city's transformation through time. 

6. Al Fahidi Historical District

For a glimpse into Dubai’s past, visit the Al Fahidi Historical District. This area offers a striking contrast to the city’s futuristic skyline. Wander through narrow lanes, explore art galleries, and learn about Emirati culture at the Dubai Museum and cultural centers.

 In 2025, Al Fahidi will host new cultural festivals and art exhibitions that highlight the UAE’s rich heritage. The district is also home to traditional wind-tower architecture, quaint cafes, and boutiques selling local crafts. Don’t miss an abra (traditional boat) ride across Dubai Creek for a unique perspective of the area.

7. Ain Dubai (Dubai Eye)

Ain Dubai, the world’s largest observation wheel, stands proudly on Bluewaters Island. At 250 meters tall, it offers stunning views of the city skyline and the Arabian Gulf. Ain Dubai provides unique dining experiences in the sky with private cabins and event spaces. 

Sunset rides in 2025 will include exclusive entertainment packages and themed experiences, making it an ideal spot for couples and families. The base of Ain Dubai features waterfront dining and entertainment venues, adding to the allure of Bluewaters Island as a leisure destination.

8. Dubai Desert Safari

Escape the city and experience the beauty of the desert with a thrilling safari. The Dubai Desert Conservation Reserve offers an authentic Arabian adventure, with activities like dune bashing, camel rides, sandboarding, and falconry displays. 

In the evening, enjoy a traditional Bedouin-style dinner under the stars, complete with cultural performances and local delicacies. By 2025, luxury desert resorts and eco-lodges will provide an enhanced experience, allowing visitors to stay overnight and wake up to a serene desert sunrise.

9. Jumeirah Beach

Relax at Jumeirah Beach, where pristine white sands meet the azure waters of the Gulf. This area is lined with luxury resorts, offering water sports, fine dining, and vibrant nightlife. Kite Beach, a popular spot for kitesurfing and paddleboarding, will introduce new beachfront cafes and activity zones by 2025. 

Families can enjoy dedicated play areas and shaded picnic spots, while fitness enthusiasts can take advantage of jogging tracks along the coast.

10. Global Village

A seasonal attraction, Global Village showcases cultures from around the world. This multicultural festival park combines shopping, entertainment, and dining from over 70 countries.

 Expect new pavilions and thrilling performances in 2025, making it a must-visit family destination. From live concerts to international street food, Global Village offers a unique cultural experience that celebrates diversity and global unity.

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This year marked the 10 years since my life's motion was put onto an irreversible path. In every year that's passed since, I haven't been able to escape it. I recount it constantly, my mind stuck in an endless loop of one summer spent playing over and over. A summer I long to escape to in every moment of silence and contemplation.

Nothing has really felt real since, as alive as those young moments did. So many monumental things in my life were happening at once; I discovered a love for music and found some of my favourite artists to this day and I found some of my favourite shows, both of these media's would henceforth become landmarks, their existence offering me a way back to where I felt safe and free. And yet at the same time, everytime I listen to them or watch them, I am filled with melancholy. I can't let them go, though. They are a symbol to me now.

And then, as I was developing my first core interests, I was also developing my sense of adult identity, and first deep connection to others. In that same year I had decided I wanted to pursue art as a career, that I wanted to enter education properly for the first time in the form of college. I made a group of friends for basically the first time, and I loved them all. They were so similar to me, and it was fun. We would go on picnics and hang out in parks, talk about anime and music.

And, I also met him, J. I had crushes before, but this time, for the first time, he was just like me. I had always felt lonely and like a black sheep, tumblr was my escape, where I could be myself, and he was the first person I had ever met that also used it. He liked all the things I did. He was funny. And I thought he was so pretty. Covered in freckles with white eyelashes. My feelings were the most intense I had ever felt, it was overwhelming and consuming. But innocent. I could barely talk to him. When I would see the green icon notifying me he was online, I would panic, I had to ask my mum what to say to him, every message he sent me made my chest contract. I remember every interaction we had. Climbing the rope tower at Bartons point in the rain, laying down with him on the green by Minster beachfront, walking back to archies house and sharing chips and the first monster I had ever drank, sitting in our little circle by the sand pit almost every other day, the first (and only) time I saw him in his school uniform, the time I hung out with his friends and met his mum on summer solstice. Everyone would tease us, including his friends I had only met online (I would meet them in person some years later). The camping trip we went on in sittingbourne with scouts was the happiest I think I had ever been. I clung to him the entire trip. I would sit next to him by the fire every evening. When the sun was setting and we were walking back to camp, I was tired and he playfully tried to push me along. During a game in the woods we hid together and he put his head on my shoulder, in my naivety I froze and didn't know what to do. The sun beat down so heavily that summer.

Everything seemed like it was coated in a golden glow. I was so happy. It felt like a dream, every interaction felt like a scene from those cheesy indie romance movies. A day or two after the trip, we asked eachother out, and I thought I might burst. But it was short lived. Our whole time together was short lived, really, I had only known him for 5 months or so. We never went on a date, we never even kissed. The first and only time we held hands though, is forever embedded in my memory. I even remember the dress I was wearing. I felt silly for it, but he didn't seem to mind. I stayed up all night that night talking to him until 5am. I couldn't wait to see him again, I tried to plan a date, to see the fault in our stars with him. He said he would after he returned from his school trip to france. It was only a week. But when he came back, he distanced himself, and that was that. As quick as it started it was over. And yet, I've not been able to move on in 10 years since?

At the start of that year I was struggling. I was so lonely. I had no one. And then all these people entered my life, including someone I fell so hard and so fast for, and then they were gone. All of my happiness was gone. I started to dissociate after that. I had felt so real and so alive and then I was no better than dead.

I did, of course, fall into another form of obsession after that, with B. But the only reason that started is because B reminded me so much of J. They looked the same, to me. They had the same sort of background, the same sort of personality. It was like I had finally found him again. I came to learn B was different, but that made me love him even more, he was even more the boy that I had always wanted. He didn't swear, he didn't drink, he was into birdwatching and knitting, he was innocent - and that innocence is what I wanted to escape back to. In the 2 years that had passed since J, I had been in hell, a hell filled with drinking for coping and gross older boys who took advantage of me. I just wanted to go back to a simpler and happier time, and B represented that for me. I was obsessed. Just like with J, B now consumed my every thought. He wasn't even nice to me, he was horrible to me actually, but that didn't stop my feelings regardless. Those 2 years of college were painful. I had to watch the boy I loved not only say such hurtful things to me, but I had to watch him start a relationship with the girl I had previously wished to be like. She was better than I was. Happier, bubblier, more fun. I understood why he chose her. But it hurt. It hurt so much.

I spent a lot of time trying to find escape in the embrace of others around this time. I was seeking comfort I think, to try and forget. One of B's friends took advantage of this, they usually did. I was forced into a relationship with him, but it was okay I thought, it meant I could still be close to B in a way, at least I could spend time with him. Even if he didn't like me. Even if I didn't like my boyfriend.

When I started university I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to leave this crap all behind, to finally move the fuck on. And I tried. I tried I tried and I tried. But I continued to be haunted. I even entered a much nicer long term relationship. Though I loved him it was different. It wasn't the same sort of obsessive love I had grown up knowing and thinking that is what love is supposed to feel like. Sometimes it felt like I was wronging him for that. I don't know. It was stupid. But regardless, in those years in that relationship I had (mostly) managed to push the obsessive thoughts to the back of my mind. But as soon as it was over, I'm stuck again. I continue to obsess over B, obsess over my life 10 years ago. I just wish I had never been alive to experience those events, to get so bogged down in them. I want to feel again. I want to feel love like that again. But I don't think I will, because it'll never be the same now I'm an adult. Truthfully, I'm not even sure if I do love B now, or if I more love the idea he represents.

I'll always be stuck in 2014.

I hate it. I hate being alive. Please can't I just be free.

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Cultural Aspects of Malibu: More Than Just a Beach Town

Malibu, California, is celebrated for its stunning beaches and luxurious homes, but its cultural significance runs much deeper than its postcard-perfect scenery. This coastal gem has a rich history, a thriving arts scene, and a laid-back yet sophisticated vibe that attracts people from all over the world. Here’s an exploration of the cultural aspects that make Malibu a unique and enduring symbol of Southern California lifestyle.

1. Historical and Indigenous Roots

Malibu's name originates from the Chumash word Humaliwo, meaning "the surf sounds loudly." For thousands of years, the Chumash people lived in harmony with the land and sea, creating a rich cultural heritage that is still honored today. Visitors can learn about their history at places like the Chumash Indian Museum in the nearby Santa Monica Mountains.

Spanish colonization in the 1800s introduced new cultural layers, leading to the establishment of ranchos, some of which evolved into the Malibu we know today.

2. Hollywood’s Playground

Malibu has long been synonymous with Hollywood glamour. Starting in the 1920s, stars like Mary Pickford and Charlie Chaplin built retreats along the coast, establishing the area as a sanctuary for the entertainment elite. Today, Malibu remains a favored spot for celebrities, with its beachfront homes often featured in films, TV shows, and glossy magazines.

Landmarks like the Malibu Pier and Point Dume have appeared in countless productions, adding to the area's mystique. The Malibu Film Society and local screenings at Malibu Cinemas keep the connection to Hollywood alive.

3. Surfing Culture

Malibu is considered the birthplace of modern surfing culture. Surfrider Beach, near the iconic Malibu Pier, is one of the most famous surf spots in the world. In the 1950s and 1960s, Malibu became a hub for surf movies and beach culture, solidifying its status as a mecca for wave riders.

The Malibu Surfing Association hosts events that celebrate this legacy, and the laid-back surfer lifestyle continues to influence local fashion, music, and art.

4. Art and Music Scene

Malibu’s natural beauty has inspired generations of artists and musicians. The area boasts a vibrant arts scene, with numerous galleries and studios showcasing works by local and international talent. The Frederick R. Weisman Museum of Art at Pepperdine University features rotating exhibits and a permanent collection of modern and contemporary art.

Malibu also hosts music festivals and intimate concerts, often held outdoors to take advantage of the scenic surroundings. Local venues and events, like Malibu Bluffs Park concerts and beachside performances, reflect the community’s love for art and music.

5. Cuisine and Dining

Malibu’s dining scene is a cultural experience in itself, blending local ingredients with global influences. Restaurants like Nobu Malibu and Geoffrey’s Malibu offer fine dining with breathtaking ocean views, while casual spots like Malibu Farm focus on fresh, organic fare.

Farmers’ markets, like the Malibu Farmers Market, bring the community together, offering local produce, handmade goods, and a taste of the area’s agricultural heritage.

6. Environmental Stewardship

The culture of Malibu is deeply tied to its environment. Residents and organizations are passionate about preserving the area’s natural beauty. Groups like Heal the Bay and Surfrider Foundation lead efforts to protect the coastline and marine life, while local events promote sustainability and conservation.

This environmental consciousness is woven into the community’s identity, influencing everything from building practices to beach cleanups.

7. Community and Philanthropy

Despite its reputation as a celebrity enclave, Malibu has a tight-knit community that comes together during times of crisis. Wildfires, such as the devastating 2018 Woolsey Fire, have showcased the resilience and generosity of Malibu residents. Local organizations, churches, and schools often host fundraisers and volunteer events to support recovery efforts.

Annual events like the Malibu Chili Cook-Off and Taste of Malibu bring people together to celebrate local food, art, and culture while raising money for charitable causes.

8. Wellness and Lifestyle

Malibu’s culture emphasizes health and wellness, influenced by its serene environment and active outdoor lifestyle. Yoga studios, wellness retreats, and organic cafes abound, catering to those seeking physical and mental rejuvenation. The Malibu Lagoon State Beach and nearby hiking trails offer perfect settings for meditation, exercise, and connecting with nature.

Conclusion

Malibu’s culture is a rich tapestry woven from its indigenous roots, Hollywood glamour, surfing heritage, and deep connection to the environment. It’s a place where natural beauty meets human creativity, and where a sense of community thrives despite the challenges of fire and nature.

Malibu is more than a destination—it’s a way of life, embodying the spirit of freedom, resilience, and artistic expression. Whether you’re strolling along the iconic pier, surfing the legendary waves, or exploring its vibrant arts scene, Malibu leaves an indelible mark on all who experience it.

Thank you for reading.

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Top Villas in Bali for a Perfect Family Vacation

Paradise awaits in Bali, where sun-kissed beaches and vibrant culture create the perfect backdrop for family memories. Imagine your family splashing in crystal-clear waters, exploring lush rice paddies, and savoring delicious local dishes. Bali offers a landscape filled with adventure and relaxation, making it an idyllic spot for families.

With its family-friendly attractions, from serene beaches to thrilling activities, Bali is designed for all ages. Kids can play on sandy shores while parents enjoy a moment of peace. The culture is rich, and the warmth of the locals adds to the charm. This article highlights the top villas that offer the best experiences for families on vacation.

Luxurious Villas with Family-Friendly Amenities

Private Pools and Kids' Play Areas

Many villas in Bali come with stunning private pools, perfect for fun-filled family days. Kids love the freedom of having their own swimming space. Statistics show that over 70% of families prefer accommodations with private pools for added safety and privacy. The combination of water fun and safe zones provides peace of mind for parents.

Spacious Layouts and Interconnecting Rooms

Space is essential for families. Villas offer interconnecting rooms, keeping everyone close while allowing for privacy. Families with toddlers can rest easy knowing they can keep an eye on their little ones. These spacious accommodations let families spend quality time together without feeling cramped. Enough room for kids to play and adults to relax is key to a great vacation.

Villas Near Beaches and Exciting Activities

Beachfront Villas

Nothing beats staying near the beach. Villas near the beach provide direct access to family-friendly beaches like Nusa Dua, known for its calm waters and sandy shores. Families can walk out and enjoy sun-soaked days without worrying about long commutes.  Bali's top beaches offer shallow waters, making them suitable for children. Data shows that Nusa Dua is among the most popular spots for families, blending safety and enjoyment.

Water Sports and Family Activities

Bali is not just about relaxing; it's about adventure too. Villas located near Canggu offers surfing lessons catered to families. Professional instructors from reputable schools ensure both fun and safety, making it easy for families to bond over new experiences.

Cultural Experiences and Family-Friendly Tours

Immerse your family in Balinese culture right from your villa. Staying near Ubud allows access to rice paddies and temples. Many villas offer guided tours that engage children while educating everyone on local traditions.

Visiting temples or art markets can spark conversations and deepen connections within the family. Cultural experiences add another layer of fun to your trip.

Choosing the Perfect Villa for Your Family's Needs

Budget Considerations

Bali offers villas across various price points. Families can find luxurious options without overspending. Set a budget and browse through villas that fit, from budget-friendly choices to high-end escapes.

Villa Size and Layout

Consider your family size when selecting a villa. Families with young children may prefer layouts with separate sleeping areas. Larger groups may benefit from spacious communal areas for gatherings.

Location and Accessibility

Location matters. Choose a villa close to attractions, restaurants, and activities. Easy access to transport makes exploring Bali stress-free. Balancing a desirable location with villa amenities enhances your overall experience.

Your Bali Family Adventure Awaits

Bali is not just a destination; it's an experience. Luxurious villas offer incredible amenities, making family vacations unforgettable. Bali is a haven for families seeking adventure and relaxation from beautiful beaches to thrilling activities. Start planning your Bali family vacation today! Research the featured villas, pick the perfect one, and get ready for an amazing getaway filled with fun and memories. Want to know more details please visit our website: https://azurebali.com/

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United Arab Emirates: Dubai and Abu Dhabi boast mild weather in December, perfect for exploring iconic landmarks like the Burj Khalifa or indulging in desert safaris and luxury shopping experiences.

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Dubai is a world-famous tourist destination known for its modern architecture, luxury shopping, vibrant nightlife, and rich cultural heritage. Here’s a guide to some of the most popular attractions in Dubai:

Iconic Attractions

Burj Khalifa: The tallest building in the world, offering panoramic views of Dubai from its observation decks on the 124th, 125th, and 148th floors. Visit at sunset for stunning vistas.

Palm Jumeirah: A man-made island shaped like a palm tree, featuring luxury resorts, including Atlantis The Palm, which hosts Aquaventure Waterpark and The Lost Chambers Aquarium.

Dubai Frame: A giant frame offering breathtaking views of both old and new Dubai, symbolizing the city’s transformation.

Dubai Fountain: Located at the base of the Burj Khalifa, this fountain features captivating water and light shows choreographed to music.

Cultural and Historical Sites

Al Fahidi Historical Neighborhood: Explore traditional Emirati architecture, art galleries, and museums in this historic district.

Dubai Museum: Housed in the Al Fahidi Fort, this museum showcases Dubai’s transformation from a fishing village to a global metropolis.

Jumeirah Mosque: An iconic mosque that welcomes non-Muslim visitors for guided tours to learn about Islamic culture.

Shopping Experiences

The Dubai Mall: One of the largest malls in the world, featuring luxury brands, an indoor ice rink, and the Dubai Aquarium & Underwater Zoo.

Mall of the Emirates: Famous for Ski Dubai, an indoor ski resort.

Souks: Visit the Gold Souk, Spice Souk, and Textile Souk in Deira for traditional shopping experiences.

Family-Friendly Attractions

Dubai Parks and Resorts: A complex featuring theme parks like Motiongate Dubai, Bollywood Parks, and Legoland.

IMG Worlds of Adventure: One of the largest indoor theme parks in the world, featuring Marvel and Cartoon Network zones.

Dubai Miracle Garden: A stunning flower garden with elaborate floral designs and sculptures.

Adventure and Outdoor Activities

Desert Safari: Experience dune bashing, camel rides, sandboarding, and traditional Bedouin-style dining in the desert.

Skydive Dubai: Tandem skydives over the Palm Jumeirah or the desert for a thrilling experience.

Dubai Marina: Take a yacht cruise or enjoy water sports like jet-skiing and paddleboarding.

Beaches

JBR Beach: A lively beach with restaurants, water sports, and an open-air cinema.

Kite Beach: Popular for kitesurfing and family activities.

La Mer: A trendy beachfront destination with dining, shopping, and entertainment.

Tips for Visiting Dubai

Best Time to Visit: November to March, when the weather is cooler.

Transportation: Use the Dubai Metro, taxis, or ride-hailing apps for convenience.

Cultural Sensitivity: Dress modestly and respect local customs, especially in public areas.

Currency: The currency is the UAE Dirham (AED).

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