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If the Van der Linde Gang lived in Modern Times (Modern Au)

Life gives you funny ideas...and I'm going to write them down

Arthur

Would live on a ranch in Montana or Wyoming as a rancher

Offers services like trail rides, lessons, and boarding

Has a herd of cattle

Spends every Sunday watching Rodeos on TV

Watches while sitting in his favorite worn-out armchair

Always has a cold beer and a snack or his dinner while watching

Has a pickup truck that's a bit filthy on the inside. Addresses his car as a "she."

Treats it like a horse: calls it a "good gurl."

Has a mounted Trout and some taxidermy on the walls

The Wifi at the ranch is spotty..doesnt understand why guests need it when they're surrounded by nature

Network Name: MorganRanch Password: Ynnel123

Tried to fix the router once but not exactly tech savvy. Ended up punching it

Texts Albert Mason sometimes

Dutch

Definitely lives in a city either Los Angeles or New York City

Lives in a Snazzy Penthouse in the clouds with a skyline

Works as a motivational speaker

Wears a lot of bling

Has a bar in at his place

Molly always tries to find a way in

Calls Hosea a lot

Has a weird fetish for black, red and white furniture.

Still loves reading books by Evelyn Miller despite that the writer is a nobody living in Idaho

John, Abigail & Jack

They probably live out west on a farm (very much like Beechers Hope)

John works on the ranch and also has side multiple side jobs (thanks to Abigail)

Jack spends his time in the school library

Abigail is obsessed with this one bakery

Molly

Lives in whatever city Dutch lives in

Tries to make herself at home in the penthouse

Famous on social media for her makeup tutorials

The neighbors can usually hear Molly & Dutch fighting

Dutch: "Not now Miss O'shea" Molly: "Pig!"

Bill

Lives somewhere in the Midwest

Works as a truck driver for Walmart

spends a lot of his life on the road

Has a bit of road rage

likes rest stops

when he's not working, he is a part of a biker gang

has a tattoo sleeve and wears a white wife beater

one of those bikers that wears a bandana with the American flag on it

Marybeth

Probably lives in a quaint town on the east coast

Works in a bookstore during the day and is a freelance writer in her free time

Lives in a cute townhouse with a small garden in the front full of flowers.

Her house is cozy

has a seating area with big windows that look out over the street

spends her time writing and reading there

likes to sit at cafes and drink coffee

Lenny

Is a full-time university student by day and bartender by night

Lives in Chicago or Atlanta

Probably double majoring in Business and literature (if that combination even exists)

Lives his single life to the fullest

Mostly an A student who goes full ham on the weekends when partying

Micah

Lives in Las Vegas

Sells illegal drugs

Has no money because he gambled too much

Stays in different hotels

Owns a pawn shop

Everything for sale there was smuggled across the border

Has dealings with the cartels & other shady characters

Hosea

Lives a quiet life out west

Goes to his lake house on the weekends to go fly fishing

Reads a lot of books

Also likes to go hunting

Is a part time English teacher who teaches children to read

Talks to Dutch by phone

Sometimes visits Arthur and stays at his Ranch

Uncle

Lives in a trailer park in Florida where the weather is always warm and the cold won't bother his illness

Sits on a folding chair outside his mobile home

Plays the Banjo

Drinks a beer

Is a complete mess inside

Doesn't own much furniture

Can't work because of the Lumbago

Sweats a lot

Naps and snores too loud

Lives next to a swamp

Javier

Lives in Arizona

Lives in the desert

Grows cactuses

Owns a Music shop

Travels around playing at local bars

Works part time as a music teacher at the local high school

Has a YouTube where he shows off his music

Sadie

Probably lives in a city like Dallas or Denver

Works as a cop

Likes to catch people for speeding and sits on the side of the highway

eats Chick-fil-A while waiting

Watches Dateline

Carries a Taser

Always looks sexy in her uniform

Charles

Definitely lives in a cabin out west

works as a conservationist

Likes National Parks

Goes fishing with Arthur

supports and donates to the Bison Sanctuary (if one even exists)

Likes Camping

Trelawny

Lives a wealthy life in Charleston, South Carolina

Lives in a large southern mansion

Wears a robe to sleep

Has a whole walk-in closet full of clothes and accessories

Has a sauna in the basement where he relaxes

Owns a bunch of fancy cars: He loves his Bentley

Reverend Swanson

Probably lives in Philadelphia

Still works part-time at the church

Mostly spends his time helping people with addictions

Hosts an AA meeting three times a week

Rescues crackheads from the street

Mostly sober

Wrote a memoir on his journey to recovery

Sean

Lives in Boston

Likes the university/young people vibe

works at a pub

Everyone's favorite Bartender

Makes customers laugh

goes back to Ireland once a year

Takes Karen with him sometimes

Karen

Lives in Portland, Oregon

Works at a bar as a bartender and a stripper

Good Pole Dancer

Her large tits are popular amongst the men

Puts on shows in the evening

Talks to Sean a lot

Gets Hammered

Strauss

Works in Finance in New York City

Is a Workaholic

Has no friends

Goes back to Austria every few years

Boring to talk to

Always on a work call

Listens to Classical Music

Tilly

Lives in Nashville, Tennessee

Visits Marybeth a lot

Wants to be a Nurse

Likes taking care of people

Wants to travel around the world

Pearson

Lives somewhere in New England

Owns a restaurant and catering business

The restaurant is interestingly enough called "Pearsons"

Probably has a wife and some kids

Loves Maine Lobster one of those people that wears a bib when eating it because he's messy

Is a good Butcher

Susan Grimshaw

Lives in Florida

Is a housekeeper

Cleans uncles' mobile home once a week

Tries to control Tilly and Marybeth from miles away

disgruntled

[heygerald]

Falling Without a Harness - Chapter 11

AU where Tom Ryder is still an asshole, just not a psychotic one. Tom Ryder is rich. Everyone knows that. When Tom decides to do something out of character, Parker has to decide what is just the habits of someone careless with their fortune, and what can be considered acts of service from someone that cares about her.

Read the story here: prev / ...

The studio set after hours was a strange place to find oneself. It was beautiful in that glamorous way that everything mundane in Hollywood was; twinkling lights strung between ugly studio buildings, extras dressed in 1800s regalia tapping on their phones as they awaited whatever scene they were in, the black blanket of the endless LA sky an empty backdrop to the megaphones and spotlights being lugged around.

It was exciting, and it was also not; there was a lot of movement but not a whole lot of doing that translated to a mute static hanging in the air.

"Is it always like this?" Parker asked from her spot in the back end of Dan's pick-up truck. It had been packed with all sorts of bits and bobs that she had never seen before, and as Jody exchanged the batteries in a flashlight, Parker prodded curiously at a baseball sized dent in one of the various helmets stacked behind her. "Not stunt work, I mean. The set in general. I figure Dan probably goes through three helmets a week."

Jody hummed, flicking the flashlight on then off before setting it aside as a warbled voice crackled across the radio on her belt. She tilted her head to listen for a brief moment before turning back to Parker.

"Studio sets are always busy. Haven't you been here before?"

"Sure, but... during normal hours," Parker noted with a glance towards the sky. "But it's almost midnight, and the parking lot was pretty full when I got here at ten."

Jody hummed flippantly, shrugging as she switched her radio to a different channel. More warbled conversation flowed for a few minutes before she decided that there was nothing important enough to require her attention.

Snapping it back onto her belt, the camerawoman kicked her feet back and forth with a delicate smile curving her lips. "Well, I suppose there's always something to be filmed. It's not just us filming on the lot, you know. We share space with a dozen other directors at any given moment. Sometimes, you're filming night scenes. Sometimes you just want to get work in when less people are around. It's just how it is."

Parker supposed that made sense. Afterall, she preferred to go grocery shopping late at night for the very purpose of having less people to avoid in the aisles.

Still.

It was odd to see a set full of life in the middle of the night. Odder still when a pair of actors drifted by on a golf cart; the pair were dressed in ragged clothes, with fake bruises painted along their cheeks, and red cuts oozing fake blood down their forearms. No one but Parker even seemed to register their presence before they disappeared down a nearby alley.

"I think this is way more fun than coming during the day," she decided a moment later. "And I'm not just saying that because I didn't have to argue with the security guards to get in."

Jody snickered. "They're actually very nice."

"To everyone but me, apparently."

"You never have a good reason to be on set, though, do you?" the Brit teased with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Parker faked offense, and Jody's hair came loose from behind her ears as she laughed. "Kidding. I'm very glad to have someone keep me company tonight while Colt's training. Although I am surprised you had time to come by at all. Colt says you've been busy lately."

"Busy-er than before. But ten times zero is still zero, you know?"

"Oh, please," Jody rolled her eyes, flashlight toggle flickering mindlessly in her hands as she tried to stave off boredom. Honestly, Parker didn't know how she managed not to fall asleep with so little to do this late at night. She was yawning and she hadn't been here since the early morning like Jody had. "Your store is splendid. You've always had clients. Now, apparently, you just have more. Busy is still busy."

"Splendid?" Parker echoed, teasing the word in a mock British accent. She quite liked it; both the sound and the funky way she had to work her tongue. "No one has ever called my store splendid before, but you're right. It is a splendid store. Andy R from Angie's List can suck it."

"He left a bad review?"

Parker waved a hand at Jody. "He comes in once a month to ask if I have any new Tolstoy books in, and when I remind him that Tolstoy died a couple hundred years back, he thinks I'm being emotional and sassy. Asshole."

"Prick," Jody said in her very real British accent.

Parker liked that too. "Andy R is a total prick. Maybe that's the tagline that I'll put on my t-shirts. Or, a few, anyways. I'd bet Melissa would be happy to wear one with me. She does not like that dude."

"You're finally getting shirts?"

"Finally."

"See?" Jody gestured to her. "You are busy."

Parker rolled her eyes with a smile. It was endearing how much Jody cared about the success of her store—always inquiring about how sales are going, and dropping by when she has some time to pick up a new book—but they were surface level compliments at best. Her store wasn't going to beat out Barnes & Nobles for awards anytime soon.

She'd be lucky to finally have her shop registering on Google Maps as a business and not as just a big question mark like it currently was.

"Not for customers to buy, anyway. I just think it's about time I got my store name on a t-shirt. Everybody has t-shirts. I mean, literally everybody. Have you ever been to a thrift store? I have found some weird stuff in the dollar bin."

Jody tipped her head back in laughter. "I have seen some odd shirts. Mostly, though, they're shirts that you are wearing."

She shrugged. "What can I say? I love a good thrift store bargain. And a gimmick. And—well, anything to do with my store. All the more reason to start printing my own shirts. I can finally rep the place, you know? Plus, I am busier now. I might even be able to print a dozen tees without going bankrupt by the end of the calendar year."

Jody peered at Parker sideways, soda bottle in hand as she swished the lash few sips around in circles. "So, things are going well, then."

Parker tilted her head left and right. Things certainly were going better, but that didn't mean she wasn't still drowning in bills and ridiculous requests from customers that were absolutely not 'always right'. Even with the increase in revenue and constant presence of teenage girls from the local high school, she was stuck spending most of her day putting out fires. She could feel herself stretching thin lately with all the extra hours her and Melissa were putting in, and at some point over the last year she had gone completely nose blind to the musty smell of her store. Not to mention the fact that she was also fairly sure that the Bath and Body Works' plug-ins spread around her store were going to give her cancer one day (if the crusty moms were to be believed). But it wasn't the time nor the place to drop all of those fears onto Jody's lap; not to mention way too late to use the braincells needed to verbalize those thoughts.

So, Parker elected to ignore all of that. Instead, she waggled her brows with a grin. "Does that mean you'll buy a shirt?"

Jody shook her head, snorting. "You really are Colt's sister."

"Well, I'd hope so," she sniffed. "The orphan-in-a-box story always seemed a little too stupid to be true. As if someone would ever give this up," she tacked on, gesturing to herself with an impish smile.

The look was betrayed by her over-sized sweatshirt and messy braids. Not to mention the tattered jeans and filthy sneakers on her feet. But if Jody was laughing at her, she didn't say, and so the two women giggled at their inside joke whilst the set continued to spur to life around them.

An actress dressed in a delicate silk dress and high heels strutted past as they laughed; her hair was done up in perfect Hollywood glamor, sparkly highlighter on her cheekbones and a delicate pink eyeshadow painting her lids. With the fur slung over her shoulders, she looked like she had just hopped out of a Marilyn Monroe biopic, and when she tossed her hair, it looked like—well—a movie. It took Parker a moment to calm down from her laughter to recognize the actress from a popular CW tv show, and as she strolled past, she couldn't help but crack her neck to get a better look.

When she turned back to Jody, the camerawoman hadn't even seemed to notice.

"This is crazy," she said, tucking her legs up underneath her as she fiddled with the straps on Dan's busted helmet. The actress was gone now, and Parker tried to shake the bizarre feeling of being stuck in The Twilight Zone from her mind. "I know you work in the film industry, but, honestly... It must be so much fun doing this sort of thing all the time."

Jody snorted. "Sure," she echoed. "Fun."

"Isn't it?"

"I mean... alright, yes, of course it is fun. It's amazing to be behind the scenes, to see how movies are made, to know how much work goes into a three minute scene without any dialogue. I mean—I'm always learning new things, so it's certainly not boring," she said. But Parker felt like there was going to be more to her answer, and so she tilted her head in interest, prompting Jody to continue. "But... a typical nine to five certainly wouldn't hurt sometimes. Times like these, when we're stuck here until god knows when just so the director can perfect a shadow in one of the scenes or something else as miniscule... well, it can certainly test your patience."

Parker glanced in the director's direction, taking note of the two assistants that trailed after him with thick binders full of colorful notes, pens tucked haphazardly about their persons. "It's not always like this though. Right?"

Jody shook her head. "No, no. Of course not. Usually our shifts are much more normal. Even if the hours vary, they usually schedule morning scenes together, evening scenes together—you know. So it's not so tedious. And we're almost never here this late just for blocking. Sadowitz is on a tighter schedule for a few things since the New York scenes have to be shot by the first of the month. He's just getting in as many last minute rehearsals as possible so when they go to New York everything is set to go right away. Understandable, of course... I just wish he wasn't such a perfectionist sometimes."

Jacob Sadowitz was the up-and-coming director leading this sci-fi film, and though he wasn't that much older than Parker, he had already earned himself a fair share of accolades for his daring action films. Particularly, the box office had been impressed with his intricate fight scenes and stunt work in his latest movies. Just last year some veteran journalist had printed an in-depth essay commending Sadowitz' dedication to the craft, touching on how much research he put into his work to make sure everything was as accurate as possible. Based on his credentials alone it was no surprise that he would be working his stunt crew till the middle of the night until they were well-oiled machines.

Still, Parker wrinkled her nose tiredly. "Isn't there a quote about that? Perfectionism being the downfall of yada, yada, yada. Want me to tell him that? Threaten to call the union if you don't get to go home soon?"

The truck shook as Jody kicked her leg at Parker with a reprimanding tut. But, she was smiling as she did it, giggling under her breath in that way of hers. "He's not that bad. This is not that bad. I mean, sometimes, the schedule is so mind-bendingly awful that it's a wonder anything gets done... but it's hardly the worst I've dealt with. At least he treats everyone well. Well, he doesn't scream at anyone, I mean."

Parker blew a raspberry. "I can't even imagine. I think I'd get arrested for my behavior if a director ever screamed at me. No idea how you don't lose your shit on the daily."

"Oh, I've come close a few times," she chuckled.

The comment surprised Parker. Not because Jody Moreno was a woman that could take care of herself—obviously, she didn't put up with bullshit, and she didn't rely on anyone to get things done. Moreso because Jody had to put up with so much that Parker couldn't quite imagine a scenario that would have to be bad enough to cause the camerawoman to lose her cool. And if being yelled at wasn't enough, what was? Leaning closer, she needled. "You're serious?"

"Of course I am."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure I can even remember why anymore."

"So it's happened more than once?"

"Are you kidding?" Jody scoffed with a shake of her head. "The type of behavior you see on set is not something you'd ever get away with anywhere else. It happens every movie. Directors are just so..."

"Insane?"

"Hollywood," she corrected, gaze darting around to see if anyone was in hearing range of her complaints. No one was, though, and even if they were, Parker had a sneaking suspicion that the other set crew would be more likely to join in on the bitch fest than snitch about it. "I mean you wouldn't believe some of the stuff we have to put up with. The egos some of these directors have is absurd. Bad directors! Ones that shouldn't even be directing that act like they're Tarantino or Nolan. Throwing things and crying and blubbering like babies—"

"Oh, fuck off!" Parker cried, leaning even closer. "You're joking!"

Jody Moreno was not, in fact, joking. She looked scandalized just by having to recall the things she had seen. Something haunted in her eyes, but there was still a smile tugging at her mouth. Obviously, she saw the humor in it; even if it was fucked up. "I wish. I mean—grown men crying because something wasn't going their way or screaming because the sun is too bright." She made air quotes with her hands, showing that she was not joking in the slightest about this before inching towards Parker. Something twinkled in her eyes as she said, "I kid you not during my first gig ever, I had a director break down in tears because the lead actress wasn't pronouncing the word butter how he wanted her to."

"Butter?" Parker echoed incredulously. "Is there even a wrong way to say it?"

"Oh," she said, giggling. "You'd be surprised. Not to say that he was right in his little hissy fit, but her accent was so wrong. Awful, Parker. I'm telling you. The whole film—a disaster."

"Huh. Butter," she said with a giggle.

Jody giggled back. "No, it was more like boo-ter."

"Boo-ter?" she cried. "That's—no way. Butter. Butt-her. How do you even—bu-t-ter?"

The two women keeled forward in laughter at the ridiculous conversation. It was such a stupid thing for someone to cry over, but the longer they tossed the word back in forth in the most ridiculous accents they could imagine, Parker was beginning to forget how it was properly pronounced in the first place.

Was it—?

There was a scuffle of shoes, then a thump as Dan dropped his elbows onto the side of the truck bed with a wary glance towards the two women. He almost looked like he didn't want to get involved in the first place, but when the silent stare-off seemed even funnier than their previous conversation causing them to tip against the other in laughter, his curiosity seemed to outweigh his hesitation.

"Do I even want to know?" he asked.

"That depends," Parker wiped tears out of the corner of her eyes. "How do you say butter?"

Dan blinked at her. Then, slowly, he shook his head at them with a long sigh. "So, no, I don't want to know. I told your brother that leaving you two hens together would only lead to trouble. He doesn't ever listen to me, though, does he?"

"Oi!" Parker smacked him on the arm, scoffing. "Who are you calling hens?"

Dan waved a hand at her, before snatching the helmet off of her lap, and plopping it atop her head to say, "always clucking, you two. Colt's going to end up in trouble and he's not even going to know why. I'd feel sorry for him if he didn't still owe me fifty bucks. You aren't here to pay his debts, are you?"

Parker, helmet now hanging low over her eyes, adjusted it towards the back of her head with a scoff. "It's sins of the father, not sins of the little sister. What's he doing that he's going to get in trouble for, anyway?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no," Dan laughed, wagging a finger at her in as much of a patronizing manner as someone could manage after a twelve hour shift. She would have scowled if it wasn't so endearing; she always liked Dan. Mostly because he had a head on his shoulders when her brother was constantly looking for where he left his, but also because he was just as good at teasing as he was being teased. "I'm not falling for that one, Park. If you don't know, then you're not going to find out from me. Snitches get stiches, you know?"

"Whatever. He's awful at secrets, so if he is doing something stupid, I'll find out. I always do."

Dan mimicked talking with his hand. "What'd I say? Clucking hens."

"I don't cluck, I just point out all the ways he's spectacularly stupid in," she corrected with a waggle of the head. The movement seemed to jostle the oversized helmet too much, however, and it rapped her nose as it slid down her face. Parker adjusted it a second time with a huff, ignoring how Jody was snickering into her hand. "Speaking of doing spectacularly stupid things, Numbnuts doesn't need this helmet for this stunt does he? I think it's broken."

"They have straps for a reason," Dan pointed out.

The comment sounded far too much like a threat for her liking though and Parker just managed to bend out of his grasp before he could cinch the straps under her chin. She bumped into Jody, who only shook her head at the pair's antics, as her radio warbled with nonsensical chatter.

Parker side-eyed Dan. "Isn't there something you should be doing right now? Like—I don't know—working? Tying safety knots or blowing up an inflatable mat or whatever it is you do? I'm sure there's a building you could hurl yourself off of nearby if you'd rather leave the hens alone."

Dan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "That's your brother's job, though, isn't it?"

And—oh, yeah.

Remembering the reason that she was sitting in this pick-up truck in the first place Parker planted a hand on the helmet so she could tip her head back far enough to see said brother standing about thirty feet up on a platform of sorts. It was the skeleton of a building, open staircases with haphazardly drilled in railings surrounding each new floor. It almost looked like something you would find on a construction site in lieu of a working elevator, but Colt didn't seem to mind the shoddy building from his spot at the tip-top of it where he was in deep conversation with the stunt coordinator. Jody had explained that this was the frame of whatever building he would actually be performing the stunt from; just a temporary set he could work with here before shooting the real thing, but from this point of view it just looked like a whole lot of OSHA violations to Parker.

As expected, he didn't seem to notice.

In fact, Colt seemed to be smiling an awful lot for someone about to be thrown off a building, and even though he was wearing a harness, Parker had to look away before the nervous feeling in her stomach ran off with her dinner.

"I still don't understand why he's doing this at midnight," she mumbled to no one in particular. The darkness seemed to creep in every corner, and Parker wrapped her arms around herself to stave off the chill. "Couldn't the stunt coordinator have booked this death trap during the day?"

"It's cheaper at night," Jody said. "Less people around, less unnecessary crew getting in the way."

"Plus, you know, if he does fall and crack his head open on the pavement it's a whole lot easier for an ambulance to get here without rush-hour traffic," Dan joked.

The truck physically rocked from how quickly the two women jerked their heads in his direction, and as if suddenly aware of how flat his joke had fallen with this particular audience, he threw up his palms before they could say anything.

"Shit. Sorry. I was just kidding, yeah? Stunt humor tends to be... bleak."

"Stunt humor is never funny," Jody said.

"Honestly, Dan," Parker added with the shake of her head. The helmet slid down her forehead once more, and she tossed the entire helmet behind her with a patronizing tut. "Read the room."

He sucked his teeth, grimacing at the ground. "Sorry."

"If he ends up in the hospital now it's all going to be your fault," Parker continued, digging her teeth in. She could have bleak humor too when she wanted, and Dan grimaced a second time as if he was just remembering that. "Don't stuntmen believe in jinx's? We need salt, now. You have any salt? Or, like, a rabbit's foot or—is it one crow's feather or two?"

This time, he rolled his eyes at her, looking a whole lot less apologetic about the situation. "I said sorry."

"Oh, well, I'll make sure Colt knows that when he's on a ventilator and having a machine do all his breathing for him. He'll be so touched, I'm sure."

"I said I was sorry!"

"Sorry! He's sorry! Jody, give me your radio, we need to cancel—"

Parker reached for Jody's radio at the same time that she got tired of their antics, and with a glare, Jody swatted Parker's hand away from her hip. "Honestly, you two," she tsked at them like a teacher scolding schoolchildren. And, like two schoolchildren being scolded, Parker and Dan avoided one another's gaze so they didn't bust out in laughter. "Now you have me worried!"

"Oh, he's going to be fine," Dan assured her.

"Fine," Parker echoed.

"Well," Dan hedged after a moment, and Parker was already snickering before she heard what he had to say. "Physically he'll be okay. It's all safe, he's harnessed in, the mat is made for this sort of thing. But, mentally, you know..." Dan trailed off as he glanced up towards Colt. "He'll be the same he always has been."

"Oh, stop it!" Jody chucked her empty soda bottle at him.

It bounced off his chest with a dull thud, and Parker had just tilted forward in laughter when there was a bullhorn somewhere on the far side of the set. The three tilted their heads back just in time to watch Colt lurched off the platform, arms swinging wildly as if he was falling to his death. And just when Parker's stomach clenched in concern because—what if?—he hit the mat with his own dull thud. Air started hissing out of the inflatable in seconds, and as it pooled around him, Colt's first response was to give everyone on set a thumbs-up.

"Well, there's definitely something wrong with him," Parker said after a long moment of silence, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Dan was already walking away from whatever she was about to say, and needing an audience, she turned to Jody knowing the woman would sympathize. With a jerk of her thumb, she sighed. "I mean, why else would he do this for money? Honestly?"

Jody hemmed and hawed for a moment before giving in. "Because... he's an idiot?"

"Because," Parker agreed, finishing her own soda with an eyeroll as her brother traded high-fives with one of the other stuntmen, "he's an idiot."

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...

Parker rolled her eyes, watching the little green message bubble filled with "..." blink yet again on the phone screen before her. It had been repeating this message for the last hour of her life; an hour that she was now never going to get back thanks to the idiot on the other end of the messenger app, and as her neck twitched with a painful crick from the angle she had been staring at her phone, something even more painful burned behind her eyes.

She should probably stop staring at it; could definitely do with some dinner, a nice glass of water, and maybe some Ibuprofen. Wine wouldn't hurt either. Nor would a cigarette, a nice warm shower, and a few hours lying vertical in her bed. Somewhere unplugged, where she didn't give into the temptation to glance at her phone; the very phone in her hand, that she could ever so easily tilt her wrist to see if maybe, in her spiral of misery, he had—

...

"Son of a bitch," she muttered, head thumping none-too-gently against the table.

It hurt a lot more than it should have, but it was cool, too. The scratched up wood smooth against her cheeks as she worked on evening out her breathing. Her neck felt better like this; shoulders too. Hell, it just felt good to lay her head down after the week that she had. Felt nice to let her eyes flutter shut, to let all thoughts turn off, to just breathe in, breathe out, and—

Her phone buzzed, and Parker ripped her head up off the table so quickly the room spun before her.

But whatever hope had caught in her chest fizzled out like a popped balloon upon seeing Colt's name on her screen.

The message read, "I thought we were gonna be sombrero buddies :(" with an attached picture of her brother wearing a sombrero and sunglasses, holding a heavily packed taco, a still smoking grill in the background. She recognized it immediately as the one at Dan's, before remembering that she had been invited over with some of the other boys for tacos and margaritas earlier that week. No wonder her brother looked so put out.

"Son of a bitch," she said a second time.

She meant it, too. Parker was pretty sure that tacos and spicy margaritas was the cure for every ailment in life. Or, you know, the spiritual kind anyway. They certainly didn't help when she broke her arm a few years ago; but they did lift her spirits immensely.

"What the hell is going on over there?" Tom's voice echoed from the other end of the room, and suddenly Parker was reminded that she was not alone in her misery.

She glanced up to find him staring at her with furrowed brows, a hand on the hip of his leather NASA flight suit as Betty and Sasha fiddled with the material. It was his final character testing today, along with the creation of the highly coveted look book, and while her brother wasn't needed for this sort of thing, Parker had jumped at the chance to spend some time with Tom specifically so she wouldn't spend all day thinking about work.

Son of a bitch!

She winced, waving her phone at him. "Oh, just Colt. He invited me for dinner tonight over at Dan's and I totally forgot. He's going to be pissed. He's all alone wearing his sombrero."

"Colt is going to be pissed because he doesn't have anyone to wear a sombrero with?" Tom asked in a scathing tone. She would have corrected him if it wasn't... well, accurate. She loved her brother, but sometimes he got upset over the littlest of things. Particularly when he felt like she was doing something without him. "He does know that he's an adult, doesn't he?"

"Oi, be nice. That's my brother you're talking about."

"You shit on him all the time."

"Well—" she waved a hand around flippantly, flabbergasted at even having to defend against such an accusation. "Duh! He's my brother. But you don't have that right, Ryder, so pack it in before I report you to, like, HR or whatever."

Tom rolled his eyes as Sasha tugged on the length of his right pant leg. It all looked good; professionally made, snug in all the right places, and the perfect backdrop for his bright eyes and shiny teeth. In fact, he looked even better than she thought he had looked before, and Parker was just about to ogle him as he was turned left and right by the seamstresses when her phone buzzed a second time.

She plucked it up, disappointed yet again to see that it was from her brother and not from the eBay seller.

"And what on Earth is with that?" Tom's cloying voice echoed a second time.

She pulled her attention away from her phone long enough to notice the cross furrow of his brows and the tightness of his shoulders.

"With what?" she asked, not sure where this was coming from.

He gestured to her phone, sniffing when his hairstylist teased a few strands of hair off his forehead with a comb. "You've had your nose in that thing since you got here. You have a hot date that I don't know about or something?" he snarked.

And—well.

Parker had to physically bite down on her bottom lip to stop from laughing. Not only would that further piss him off, but with the people in the room, it likely wouldn't be great for his image either. But the idea that Tom—Tom Ryder, the same man whose face was plastered all over town—would be upset that he wasn't given her undivided attention was fucking hilarious to Parker.

Honestly, men. They really were just children.

Smothering out her smile, Parker turned her phone face down against the table. "Okay, alright, I'm sorry. There's this guy over in Wrightwood that has a print shop, or inherited one or his Dad just demolished one or—I don't know," she paused to wave a hand around, earning an eyeroll from Tom. "Whatever. I'm trying to convince him to sell me a box of mystery novels from his collection. He's being unnecessarily difficult about it, though."

"Who is this guy?"

"Melissa's dad's second cousin or something. She showed me his eBay profile last week and he's been dragging me over the coals for the past couple of days about whether he'll sell to me or not. He wants an absurd up-front price that, even if I could pay, I would never pay, but he also hasn't sold anything on eBay before so I think he's getting kind of desperate."

Tom, still cross, but now slightly more interested, arched an eyebrow at her. "Why are you buying stuff off eBay?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you think I have a print shop hiding in my apartment? I know you haven't been there yet, but it's not that big. I think it has an occupancy limit of five."

"Five?" he echoed dumbly. To that, she did laugh, but then she glanced back at her phone and realized that she likely wasn't going to get anything good from this idiot even if he did sell to her. As was her lot in life, nothing seemed to work out her way. Knowing this, Parker let her head fall onto the table with a hollow thump, something miserable prickling in the back of her eyes. Maybe that's why he let that particular comment go without any further mocking. There was the shutter of a polaroid camera snapping before he spoke again. "Well, why are you worrying about this now?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's Sunday." She tilted her head sideways on the table to peer over at him. He wasn't mocking her, but given the team of people quite literally fixing his air and clothes for him at the moment, she doubted he understood what she was going through either. "Can't you deal with it later?"

"Like... when I'm busy working at the store?"

"You're always working at the store."

She tutted; half in humor, half about how miserable that statement about her life just was. "Well, duh. That happens when you own a teeny tiny little shop that, for some reason, seems to be actively trying to bankrupt you. I think there's a malevolent spirit the real estate agent didn't tell me about. Or, like, it's built on haunted burial grounds or something. I've broken three lightbulbs this month, and fell off a ladder yesterday just trying to fix the stockroom fan. Which, by the way, I still don't know how it broke, but something is not right with that thing. I don't think they should squeak so much. It sounds like a pig. Or... like a dying cat. It's unsettling."

Tom must have sensed something in her lackluster tone because he almost seemed concerned when he asked, "don't you have employees to do that stuff for you?"

"Uh, employee, singular. And you've met her. And, half the time, I wonder if she isn't the malevolent spirit that's out to make my life miserable," she said. Meant it, too. Just that week Melissa had insulted her style in three different slang terms that Parker had to look up on Urban Dictionary to understand. Honestly, she could handle being "old", what she couldn't handle was having to put work in just to know she was being insulted. That crossed some sort of imaginary line. "Besides, she only works a couple shifts a week, and she's more for cleaning and stocking than real, managerial stuff. Or anything that might require her getting more than two feet off the ground. I'm not paying liability insurance."

He frowned at her oddly. "Don't you have to—?"

"I mean, don't get me wrong, Melissa is great. But she can't do everything, and I can't expect her to do more than she already has as a part-time employee."

"Why don't you hire a manager then?" he asked as if that was a conclusion she hadn't drawn herself.

She might have told him to fuck off for mansplaining right then and there if Tom's question hadn't been spoken in such a earnest manner. Or, as earnest as someone like him could be. Most A-listers like him wouldn't even be giving her the time of day, let alone listening to her problems, and at the very least Parker took some comfort in the thought.

"Good idea, but I think there's about a thousand other things I need to do before I can budget for a manager. Like, I should probably pay off my car at some point. Then get liability insurance. Then get car insurance," she counted off.

Sasha and Betty laughed into their hands, both women just as amused by Parker as the first time, and with another snap of the polaroid camera, the group shifted to making sure the right picture had the right information in the tag book for future reference.

Tom took the reprieve to snag two bottles of water from the mini-fridge before he was sitting down next to her. He wasn't slumping—she didn't think Tom Ryder could slump—but from the weight of his shoulders it was obvious he had been having a long day too.

"You can't afford anyone else?" he asked in spite of that.

Parker uncapped her bottle with a sigh. She didn't even have the energy to be disgruntled by how different their lives were. What he had, he had because he earned it, and Parker made sure to remember that rather than resent that as she took a long dreg of water. "One day I can. Just... not today. I need to have a more steady revenue stream before I can start thinking about anything like that, and to get a more steady revenue stream I have to be willing to work all hours of the day. Even if it's just to haggle with some prick still living in his parent's basement for a box of Hardy Boys books. Turtles on turtles and all that."

"I have no fucking idea what that means," he said, blinking at her, and this time he was so earnest that she couldn't have doubted him even if she tried.

She shook her head with a laugh, already feeling better. "Do you feel like Mexican food after this?"

"Dan's?"

"I have an open invitation," she said. They'll be cool with it if I bring you, she meant. And from the way he pursed his lips, it was obvious that he understood that too. But, he also seemed tired sitting next to her, and Parker could feel that same sort of weariness in her own bones too. "Or... we could get pizza?"

"Pizza is all carbs."

"Mhm, you're right. We should definitely get pizza," she nodded as if he had made a really good point.

"Can you afford that?"

"Are you kidding?" Parker clutched a hand to her chest. "There's always money for pizza. That's like budgeting one-oh-one, Ryder."

He didn't make a comment about how that was probably a stupid way to spend what little money she had, and Parker didn't bring up the fact that she knew he would pay for it later anyway. He always did, even when she made a big deal about wanting to pick up the tab, Tom had yet to let her pay for anything when they were together. She supposed it was easy for him; just muscle memory at this point in his life.

But to her it meant a lot, and she always did her best to make sure he knew that.

Just at the crest of his elbow sat the photographer's polaroid camera, and while the ladies were busy taping everything down and scribbling notes in a variety of pen colors, Parker reached past Tom to grab it.

"I've never had a polaroid camera before."

"Never?"

She picked up the camera, aiming it at Tom, and without hesitating he tilted his head up, eyes down, mouth curving open just a centimeter in that way that looked so effortlessly good that she almost forgot to snap a photo.

"Son of a bitch," she said when it printed, the photo glossy and warm in her hands. "How do you do that? Is that what mewling is?"

"Don't—don't say that," he laughed at her, grabbing the camera from her hands to point it at her. Parker's response was the opposite of his, however, and when the picture printed, it revealed an awkward looking Parker, mouth half open in argument, eyes a little too squinty, hair all sorts of a mess.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked. "Give me that!"

But Tom was faster than she was, and when he tucked the picture into the pocket of his jumpsuit, laughing so heartily that the ladies glanced over at the pair with their own curious smiles, Parker could only catch her face in her hands with a furious blush.

"Tom!" she hissed, smacking him. "It's not funny!"

"You just—it's not—come on, here," he said, shaking his head at her. She was still scowling when Tom grabbed her chair and tugged it by the leg until their thighs were pressed against one another. His body radiated heat as he tossed his free arm over her shoulder, cheek against cheek, and she felt the rumble of his voice more than heard it as he directed her. "Just smile, Park, Jesus. Don't look so stiff."

She tried to shove him off her, only to fail, and as Tom laughed at her, Parker couldn't help but laugh herself.

The photos were crooked, one slightly blurry, and in neither photo were they looking at the camera. And though she still didn't look great, nowhere near as good as him, Tom looked happy in the photos as he laughed.

Parker decided right then that she could live looking like this if he looked like that.

---

Crave Cafe was just as quaint during the off season as it was during the busy summer months, and though it was surprisingly vacant for a Saturday afternoon, the cafe never actually felt empty to Parker. All the tables were dotted with cute decorations, the chairs all stuffed with hand-stitched pillows and dollar-bin cushions that added an eclectic nature to the darkly painted walls, and the jukebox in the corner never failing to fill the lapses of silence with something soothing. For so many reasons this spot had always been one of her favorite places for coffee in LA, and after a long week at work, Parker couldn't help but take a deep whiff of the cinnamon and coffee bean scent that lingered in the air.

"There you are," Harry greeted from behind the counter. He looked a little out of sorts with how empty the place was, the counter spotless and clean from wiping it down too much, and as he grinned at her arrival, Parker was more than happy to be of service to her favorite barista on this side of town. "I was wondering if you'd make it over today."

Parker ambled closer with a tut. "That's almost insulting, Harry, of course I would. It's Saturday, isn't it? What sort of person would I be if I broke tradition with no good reason?"

Harry swung a pink towel over his shoulder, grinning as he started tapping away on his kiosk screen. "The usual, then?"

"Plus, a cookie, please."

"Really living big theses days, huh, Parker?" he teased.

She bent her hip at the counter, watching as she always did as Harry started fiddling with the expensive machines lined behind the counter. She never understood which thing did what, but she did know that anything made by Harry was about to be phenomenal. As steam rushed from one of the metal prongs, she promised herself that one day she would buy a top of the line espresso and latte machine for her kitchen.

Of course, she'd had to learn how to use it, but... well, dreams were dreams for a reason.

"Yeah, well, I always had a weak will when it came to your baked goods. Is this the same recipe as last year, or did you change it up?"

Harry poured her coffee into a to-go cup, twisting the foam at the end to create the image of a leaf, before carefully sliding it towards her. Right before she could grab it, however, Harry pulled the cup back, warning, "I know I say this every time, but it is literally boiling right now, Parker. Don't drink it yet."

She laughed as if that hadn't been exactly what she was about to do. "I know," she said, smiling a little too keenly for his liking. "I won't. Promise."

He didn't seem to trust her, but eventually he gave up and slid the cup towards her side of the counter. The second he moved away she grabbed the cup, finger dipping into the foam—which, of course, was also scalding hot—and to hide the fact that she had just burnt herself, Parker licked some foam off her finger with a bland smile. "I was just... taste testing."

Harry suppressed a sigh to toss her a cold rag, and as Parker cleaned off her finger, he started making Melissa's pumpkin spice latte. "The cookie is a different recipe this time. Marin wanted to try something new, so make sure you tell her what you think. It has nutmeg and hazelnut in it. I think it's a little too much, but Sarah really likes it."

"Nutty," she joked.

"And hopefully good."

Parker waved a hand at him, testing the temperature of the cup once more, before catching Harry's stern look. She tucked her hands before her back with a glittering smile. "I'm sure it'll be amazing. If I get to eat any of it, anyway."

Parker didn't mention the fact that Melissa had a nasty habit of eating any and all pastries she brought into the store without so much as leaving a crumb for her boss to taste. She figured Harry didn't need to know all that information. Besides, on the off chance that Melissa was actually a Gremlin like Colt had theorized, she was still trying to figure out what the rules were for feeding her, and the last thing she wanted was to have Harry cut off their main source of lunch.

As if he understood all that without her having to explain, Harry shook his head at her with a laugh. "Yeah, well, you may as well scarf it down now before you head back over. I know we joke that you're my number one customer, Park, but I would have understood if you didn't have time to stop over today."

Nothing he said had any bearing on the Melissa being a Gremlin vs not debate, and Parker tilted her head at him oddly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that you would want to stop in here, but I don't know how you found time to with that whole mess going on. I couldn't even park in my own parking lot this morning, you know that? Kudos to you for finally stealing my customers, but... sheesh. I'll never understand how you pulled this one off."

Huh.

Well, that made even less sense than before and she had quite literally been debating whether her employee was a creature from an 80's fantasy horror series. Sensing that she was missing something important, Parker peered out the front window with a frown. She had noticed a lot of people milling around outside, but she had walked from the post office so she didn't have to deal with traffic, no parking involved. "I'm not—what do you mean?"

It was then that Harry seemed to sense her confusion, and suddenly the pair were sharing matching looks of confusion. "Um... didn't you come here from your shop?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. And while it wasn't unusual for Melissa to take morning shift on Saturdays lately, suddenly, there were a thousand possible scenarios flickering through her mind of all the things that could have gone wrong since Melissa opened that morning. Panic welled in her chest, and Parker tried to laugh through it, struggling to explain herself. "I crashed at Colt's place last night without my phone charger. I dropped it off to charge while I ran some errands, but I came right here to get lunch, so I didn't grab it yet. Melissa was working this morning."

Oh god.

Melissa was working this morning.

"Oh my god," Parker slapped a hand onto the counter, suddenly worried that either her shop was on fire or that her only employee had died. "She's alright, isn't she? Oh my god! I haven't checked my messages yet—!"

"Jesus, no, Parker, it's okay!" he interrupted her before she could have a full blown panic attack in his cafe. He lifted his hands to placate her, and while Parker took a deep breath, she noticed how busy the outside street seemed to be. Awkwardly laughing, he rubbed his forehead. "Nothing's wrong. Definitely not wrong."

"Oh," she said, blood slowly rushing from her head. "Good."

He blinked at her, and Parker blinked right back.

"But then why—?"

There was a ding from the far end of the counter, and Harry gestured at her to wait as he grabbed her to-go bag. She could smell their freshly toasted sandwiches across the counter, and when Harry plucked a cookie out of the display, her stomach twisted in nervous knots.

"No phone," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head at her. "Wow. That's... So, you haven't checked social media or anything today? Or talked to Melissa."

Her reply was a hesitant, "...no?"

Harry stared at her for a long moment, before shaking his head with another, surprised laugh. Like it had been startled out of him. Feeling even more confused, Parker frowned at him helplessly from her side of the counter. "Maybe you should just head over, then. Melissa could probably use the help right about now."

"Help?"

"And, uh, listen if you ever want to do some sort of deal with Crave, I'd love to talk to you about it," he added on as she numbly scrabbled for her credit card. The machine beeped as he continued, "you know, a punchcard sort of thing; buy two books gets fifty percent off coffee here, or something like that. Lots of stuff we could do, really. But we can talk about it later."

"Um... okay?" she nodded, so bewildered that she almost forgot to grab her coffees off the counter. Harry waved at her as she went, and Parker nearly smacked into the glass door as she waved back. "See you later, I guess."

The moment she stepped outside she bumped into a throng of girls standing on their phones, snapping photos. They reminded her a lot of Melissa; dressed in cute outfits, hair done up for the occasion, makeup a tad smeared beneath the eyes from grinning too much.

"Um, excuse me," she called, angling past one of the girl before running into two more identical ones. In fact, when Parker actually picked her head up to look around, she realized that the block was crawling with people. Mostly girls. Teen girls.

Mostly teen girls that seemed to be waiting in a line for—

Parker's coffee hit the sidewalk with a splat.

"Hey!" one of said girls cried at her, angrily shaking coffee stains off of her white sneakers. But Parker didn't notice much of anything she hurried down the block, bag smacking into every third person as she tried to weave through the thread of people. "At least say excuse me!"

The crowd of people got more tightly packed as the line curved, and Parker stopped square in the middle of the street to gape at the sight in front of her.

Every square inch of her store was packed with people. Girls, boys, thirty-year old blondes snapping photos of every angle and squealing delightfully when the picture came out right while their boyfriends hung out front with matching looks of boredom. People were even spilling outside from how crowded it was, and she had to physically push through to step inside.

"What in the f—?"

Parker was just about to owe a ten dollar bill to the swear jar when a familiar head of hair snapped up from the other side of the front counter.

Melissa didn't look much like Melissa. Her curls had fallen over the course of the morning, wayward tufts of frizzy hair tucked behind her ears as she worked on bagging an order. There were flecks of mascara smudged along her cheeks, her lips were lacking their normal peach glossy glaze, and as they made eye contact, she looked half dazed.

"Parker!" she hissed, trying not to sound shrill but definitely not sounding calm. "Where have you been?"

Not knowing what to say, Parker lifted her sandwich bag and latte into the air, helplessly fumbling for words. "I—I was getting us lunch. What is going on here?" she cried, angling behind the counter before someone else was the victim of her wayward coffee. "Is everyone on crack or something? What did you do?"

"What did I do?" Melissa echoed with a scandalized glare, a broken manicure jabbing in Parker's direction as the next person in line awkwardly set their books on the counter. "What did you do? Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've been calling you all morning!"

"It's been like this all morning?"

"Uh, duh!" Melissa shrieked. The noise caught the attention of some nearby customers who looked concerned by the high-pitched noise. In unison, Parker and Melissa smiled at the customers, offering one-handed waves until their attention drifted elsewhere. Stiffly, they started on the next customer's order why talking out of the side of their mouths at one another. "You need to check your phone. Like, right now, Park."

"I can't," she hissed back, still speaking through a smile. Her store had never had this many people in it before, and suddenly she was wondering if she should move liability insurance higher on her list of things. "I left it at home."

"Oh my—" Melissa grunted under her breath, still smiling, and when she finished ringing up her customer, she quickly snatched her phone from her back pocket. The next customer in line seemed annoyed that her attention was taken away, however, and as she fiddled with it, Parker worked through the girl's pile of books. "Honestly. Of all the days that you don't have your phone on you... I mean, it's the twenty-first century, Park! Always have your phone on you!"

"Okay, maybe save the lecture for later," she chirped back as she finished ringing up the order. The girl paid with a credit card, and on she went, receipt waving in hand just as someone else took her place. "Just catch me up with what the hell is going on right now, please."

Melissa's response was an exasperated sigh before she was shoving her phone into Parker's hand, and retaking her spot at the register.

At first, Parker had no idea what she was looking at.

It was a picture on Instagram. A picture of her storefront, taken from across the street, framed to look aesthetically pleasing, and with some sort of boho filter on it that actually made the place look prettier than it really was. A nice picture, definitely, but not a good explanation as to what the hell was going on.

"Why are you showing me a picture of my store? I know what it looks like. I bought it."

Another customer went out the door as two more potential customers stepped inside, and Melissa sighed so heavily Parker was pretty sure they could feel the gust of wind on the other side of her double paned front windows.

"It's not the picture that matter, dummy!" she chirped, still smiling, before she was nudging Parker with her elbow. "Just—look at it!"

Parker was about to give a very childish retort about how she was looking at it, when she actually looked at it. It had received hundreds of thousands of likes since it had been posted last night, and while she clicked on the caption, a flood of new comments were being added by the second.

"Biggest question anyone asks if how do I prepare for an audition," the caption started. "Sometimes, it's easy. Sometimes you got to get your hands dirty and do some reading to get in the mindset of the character. In honor of filming starting this week, here's a s/o to my favorite hole in the wall bookstore in LA."

There was a flurry of hashtags—all ridiculous and stupid and so innately self-centered—that before she even checked the profile, Parker had a very strong feeling about who the original poster was.

Who else had this kind of social media following? Who else could do this?

The profile pic was just as pretty as he was: tomryder

Parker scanned the post a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth. Then, when she still felt like she wasn't processing it right, she glanced up at Melissa.

"Is this...?"

"Yup," the girl said.

"It's—this is his account?"

"Uh-huh," she said again.

Parker slumped against the counter, gaze raking over the horde of customers prodding around her store like it was a damn Barnes & Nobles. No, better. Because this was officially the bookstore that inspired the Tom Ryder for his latest role. NO Barnes & Nobles had ever done that. "This is all because he—"

"It had three hundred thousands likes this morning," Melissa added, not even waiting for Parker to get around to asking about that. And while the teenager seemed like it was no big deal, when she glanced up at her boss, her eyes were sparkling and her mouth was curled at the side. Obviously, her fascination for Tom Ryder had not disappeared. "Yeah. I know."

"This means..."

"That you're officially cool now?" Melissa chirped; somehow scathing and ecstatic at the same time. "Trust me, I know. Our lives just got a whole lot better, Park. I mean—look at this! We're so the coolest people here. I can't wait until school on Monday."

Parker nodded, feeling like her entire body was buzzing, and not quite hearing anything else that Melissa was saying. She just kept seeing the post over and over in her head. She had tried so hard not to need things from Tom, and he had proven time and time again that he was more than happy to give them.

For a long while, she had suspected that doing things for others—throwing parties, picking up the tab, paying for the alcohol—was just natural to him in his life now, a way that he had adapted to Hollywood stardom.

Yeah, you're welcome. I usually get paid twenty grand for doing something like this.

But that didn't quite fit the narrative anymore, did it?

"Excuse me?" a voice called out, interrupting her thinking. Parker blinked to find a twenty-something year old girl staring at her, hands timidly picking at one another. "Um, sorry. Do you have any Frank Herbert books? I looked, but didn't see any."

"Uh... yeah," she hedged, shaking any thoughts she had away. Right now, she would work. Later, she could deal with the rest of it. "Yeah. Right this way and I can show you what we have, and if you don't see any you like, I try to get sci-fi as much as possible so I can try to have new stuff this week. I might even have some extras in the back..."

The din of noise threatened to drown Parker out as she worked with her customer, but no matter how frazzled her tired she was, every time the bell tinkled with someone new coming inside, Parker found herself smiling a little bit brighter.

[leftistfeminista]

Junta abuses of Socialist women in Plaza de la Constitución

From Las mujeres torturadas por la DINA

As soon as she heard voices, she tried to get up from the mat. She had her eyes blindfolded and felt sick. Despite this, someone roughly grabbed her and shoved her into a garbage truck. After being detained for seven days in the underground of Plaza de la Constitución – located in downtown Santiago – Patricia Herrera, a 19-year-old militant of the Socialist Party, was transferred to Londres 38 along with her party comrades who were imprisoned with her. Patricia was very weak after the repeated rapes and beatings she suffered at Plaza de la Constitución.

Neither her body nor her mind were responding well. In the main hall of Londres 38, located on the first floor, prisoners had to wait to be called for interrogation. However, Patricia was never called for this. Her health condition prevented her from moving. Days passed, and she remained motionless in the mansion located in the heart of Santiago. After several years, thanks to the accounts of other comrades who were there, Patricia has been able to reconstruct her past in this place.

June 27, 1974 was a cold and cloudy day. Like every Thursday, Patricia went to classes. She was in her first semester of Business Administration at the Catholic University. As soon as she finished her last class, she set off for her home in the Cerrillos commune. One block before arriving, she felt that something strange was happening. As she continued walking, she saw more cars than usual in her neighborhood and sensed an unusual movement. While she walked, she felt that something could happen to her, however, she never imagined seeing her mother outside her house talking to some men dressed in civilian clothes. Without saying a single word, they approached her violently, tied her hands, put tape over her eyes, blindfolded her, and put her in a vehicle. "At that moment, I thought my life was over. I felt very helpless. I had the feeling of falling into a black hole, into a hole where I didn't see where I was going to end up. It was the feeling of falling into a bottomless pit," she recalls.

After several years and thanks to a lawsuit she filed—where various witnesses helped her reconstruct her story—Patricia remembers that the same day she was arrested, she arrived at Plaza de la Constitución. She had been kidnapped by the Intelligence Service of Carabineros (Sicar), and days before being detained, her partner at the time, Luis Alvarado, and a group of socialist militants had also been taken to that place.

They abruptly got out of the car and took her to the underground, which currently corresponds to the parking lots of La Moneda. Upon entering that place, they left her on a mat just as she came in the car: blindfolded and tied up. Patricia was completely out of it. Hours later, she heard footsteps approaching. She didn't have time to think when a man put a gun to her stomach and began to rape her in front of all the people there. Patricia tried to defend herself with her feet, but it was in vain. "I had never had sexual relations before. That night I felt like I was dying. Besides, everything was very fast, the arrest, the beatings, the rape, I never had a chance to regain my strength," she explains.

Several days had passed since her arrest. Her health was deteriorating, and she still had a fever. As was customary when they arrived at Londres 38, the agents sat the prisoners in wooden chairs lined up. However, every time they tried to sit her down, one chair after another fell. They hit her and put her back in the chair, but it never worked. Her body couldn't support her. Finally, they gave up and left her lying on the floor. "In Londres, I was completely out of action, I wasn't in any condition to be interrogated," she explains.

Rapes, forced nudity, and groping by the guards of the prisoners were constant in the underground dungeons of Plaza de la Constitución. "There, not only did I suffer successive rapes in front of everyone, there were also humiliations and groping even harsher than the penetration itself. They felt all-powerful towards us and it was like: 'Realize the situation you're in'. To them, we weren't people," she says.

Patricia was lying on the mat with her eyes blindfolded in Plaza de la Constitución when suddenly she smelled the unmistakable scent of hot sopaipillas. One of the guards who was eating touched her arm and said, "Today it's very cold, it's raining, and I have daughters like you. Take this," and he handed her two pieces of sopaipilla in her hand. Like never before, she enjoyed that bit of food, which gave her the strength to keep surviving and sleep for an hour. For Patricia, the days passed very slowly in that place. She doesn't remember being given food—apart from that piece of sopaipilla. It didn't matter if she menstruated or needed to defecate: she couldn't go to the bathroom, let alone shower. Her body weakened day by day.

Political prisoners not only suffered torture and sexual violations. Humiliations and sexual humiliations were also a way to break them and weaken them. Patricia was lying on her mat when the guards made her and the rest of the prisoners in the room get up. With blows and shoves, they took them to another place in Plaza de la Constitución. They stripped them naked, lined them up, and then made them march. "They laughed out loud at us. Suddenly they made us jump or bend over, and obviously we obeyed or else they could kill us. That's another type of torture," she recounts.

She was lying on the floor while the other prisoners were sitting in the chairs of Londres 38 waiting to be interrogated. Reduced to a lump, Patricia was in such precarious conditions that the agents decided to take her to a doctor. One of the guards violently lifted Patricia by the arms and took her to a room where Álvaro Vallejos, better known as "Loro Matías," was. He was a prisoner, a medical student, and a militant of the MIR who had been detained for several months in Londres 38. The moment they took off Patricia's blindfold, both of them realized the bad conditions they were in and that they couldn't help each other. He signaled to one of the agents, indicating that he was not in a condition to examine her due to his health condition and how delicate she looked. Upon this, Patricia was pushed out of the room and returned to where she was before: the floor.

Not understanding very well what was happening, she was lifted from the floor by the agents and put into a vehicle to be transported. Like her party comrades, she arrived at the Four Alamos prison camp. Several years later, through the accounts of people who saw her while she was imprisoned, Patricia learned that she was in Londres 38 for approximately seven days. During that week, she was never interrogated by the agents. Her passage through Plaza de la Constitución left her so weak that her memories are practically non-existent in that place. Upon arriving at Cuatro Álamos, they separated the prisoners into men's and women's cells.

Patricia, as the only woman in her socialist group, was alone in one of the cells. The days passed, and little by little, she recovered. Despite the detainees being in precarious conditions, at Cuatro Álamos, they had the possibility to eat and be without blindfolds inside the cell, unlike their time in the torture centers. "The food was left outside the door, it was disgusting, but the fact of having food helps you. That allowed me to regain strength to keep surviving because it was better than what I was before," she comments.

[bigsunflowergang]

Wrd2mydeads🎵🎵

just feel like sharing my NY drill playlist with y’all bc i use a lot of them in my fics !

**= favorite …. you guys should listen !!

speed racing- kay flock (🔓) ft. blovee

triple threat- sdot go, naz gpg, & jay hound

raggy- spliffhappy

psa- kay flock (🔓)

is ya ready- kay flock (🔓)

penthouse- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh)

insecurities- 41 (tata)

**black ops- faZe kayasan, 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata, dee billz), c blu, kenzo balla

**joker- 41 (jenn carter)

**deuce- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh)

d & d- blockwork & sha ek

wna- sdot go

shock- 41 (jenn carter, tata)

**wait- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata)

get home- set da trend (setty b)

evil twins pt. 2- sugarhill ddot & notti osama(🕊️)

everybody shot- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, no kartii, jerry west)

ayo bri (remix)- sugarhill keem (🔓) ft oy quan (🔓)

**catch up- bbg steppaa ft. dd osama

catch up pt. 2- bbg steppaa ft. dd osama

shot in the party- sha ek

o’s let’s do it (original)- dd osama & deeplay4keeps

keep geekin’- gooddayray ft. dthang gz (🔓 free my man my man)

**on the radar freestyle- jayklickin & jstar balla

**on the radar freestyle- dthang gz (🔓)

move it- sugarhill ddot

gzz box- dthang gz (🔓)

**breakin bad (okay)- sleepy hallow ft. sheff g (🔓)

**stop cappin- sugarhill ddot

eternal- dd osama

**2055- sleepy hallow

**bunny hop- dthang gz (🔓) ft. tdot (🔓 free the whole RPT)

free swindle- k. sixmade ft. 83baby, 3stripes, and dd osama

ice cream truck- sugarhill keem (🔓)

without you- dd osama ft. notti osama (🕊️)

take trips- sugarhill ddot ft. jstar balla

**can’t wait- sugarhill keem

see red- 41 (jenn carter, tata)

headshot- lil tjay, polo g, and fivio foreign

blame on me- j.i. the prince of new york

**talk facts- dthang (🔓), bando gz (🔓), and tdot (🔓)

**FUCKING FREE RPT.**

movelook- sugarhill keem

**movelook (remix)- sugarhill keem ft. blockwork

designer- sheff g (🔓) ft. sleepy hallow

imagination- mo kartii

throw- lil mabu & dd osama

dream- sugarhill ddot

sexy & i know it- sugarhill keem (🔓)

la lokita- jstar balla

wait for you- jayklickin ft. dd osama

missing- crazy james ft. dudeylo

**on the radar- enphamus

flock at the flockas- sugarhill keem (🔓)

wtf- sugarhill keem (🔓)

evil twins- sugarhill keem (🔓) ft. oy quan (🔓)

**shake it- kay flock (🔓), cardi b, dougie b (🔓) ft. bory3000

**opponent- dthang (🔓)

caution- dthang (🔓)

**like- dthang (🔓) ft. bando gz (🔓)

whoopty- cj

no remorse- sugarhill ddot

**many men- lee drilly (🔓)

don’t play with it- lola brooke ft. billy b

make it lit- kenzo b

**friday night- edot babyy (🕊️)

**red ruby da sleeze- nicki minaj (👑)

**stack it- bando gz (🔓)

dead opps- dd osama ft. notti osama (🕊️)

touch the ground- edot babyy (🕊️), sha ek, & sugarhill keem (🔓)

**wedgie man this, wedgie man that- dthang (🔓)

wild west- bigga bzz

**opp huntin’- kenzo balla

how you every o shot- cj goon, 30, sha ek

explosive freestyle- dudeylo

**bizurk- 41 (jenn carter)

**on gang- 41 (jenn carter, kyle richh, tata)

**being honest- kay flock (🔓)

**brotherly love- kay flock (🔓), dougie b (🔓), b lovee

tcardi- kay flock (🔓), dougie b (🔓), lilskrap 1090, justo b

opp spotter- kay flock (🔓) & blovee

**scene- dthang (🔓)

bestie- sleepy hallow

**deadly- nesty gzz ft. say drilly (🔓), lee drilly (🔓), e-wuu

EOS- yagi b, set da trend, dougie b (🔓)

public service announcement- lee drilly (🔓)

**4 for 4- leeks g bando ft. lee drilly (🔓), kay hound, bando gz (🔓)

**freak on- lee drilly (🔓)

habits- dthang (🔓)

get crazy- sugarhill keem (🔓)

no suburban pt. 2- sheff g (🔓)

**drill k pt. 1- tae porter

**50 for 50- blockwork

oyk- nas ebk (🔐 keep that nigga) ft. set da trend

dead gz- kenzo balla

**get back- sha ek ft. pj glizzy (🔓)

this is new york- scar lip

**stuck in my ways- dougie b (🔓)

**no ozone- cblu ft. set da trend

**muddy- pj glizzy (🔓)

bffr- kenzo b

**spinnin’- bbg steppaa & sugarhill ddot

300 bluntz- jayklickin & buba 35

**wrecc- 83baby & jayklickin

not in the mood- kay flock (🔓), lil tjay, & fivio foreign

**keep it 100- dougie b (🔓)

**me, myself, & i- kay flock (🔓)

fetty- 41 (jenn carter, tata, kyle richh)

**kant lack- kenzo balla & faZe kaysan

cuz we did- 41 (tata & kyle richh)

**princess diana- ice spice (👑) & nicki minaj (👑)

**deli- ice spice (👑)

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in my miles era rn but can’t forget my husband man free dthang, free bando, free RPT & drilly gzzly 💔💔💔 free doa, free pj glizzy, free the ed twins FREE NEW YORKKKKKK

[hogansheroestournament]

The winners from Round 1b!

One in Every Crowd

The Prisoner's Prisoner

Crittendon's Commandos

Man in a Box

The Safecracker Suite

The Schultz Brigade

Happiness is a Warm Sergeant

Cuisine a la Stalag 13

How to Win Friends and Influence Nazis

Reverend Kommandant Klink

Everybody Loves a Snowman

Hogan Goes Hollywood

That's No Lady, That's My Spy

Killer Klink

I Look Better in Basic Black

Hogan's Hofbrau

Tanks for the Memories

A Klink, a Bomb, and a Short Fuse

The Klink Commandos

Praise the Fuhrer and Pass the Ammunition

The Pizza Parlor

The Most Escape-Proof Prison Camp I've Ever Escaped From

Top Hat, White Tie and Bomb Sights

Is There a Doctor in the House?

Hogan Gives a Birthday Party

The Purchasing Plan

The Swing Shift

Movies Are Your Best Escape

The General Swap

The Flame Grows Higher

The Experts

Carter Turns Traitor

The Battle of Stalag 13

Reservations Are Required

An Evening of Generals

Will the Real Adolf Please Stand Up?

The Gold Rush

Flight of the Valkyrie

Klink vs. the Gonculator

Information Please

Color the Luftwaffe Red

Two Nazis for the Price of One

The Prince from the Telephone Company

The Great Brinksmeyer Robbery

Funny Thing Happened on the Way to London

To the Gestapo with Love

German Bridge is Falling Down

Hogan's Trucking Service...We Deliver the Factory to You

D-Day for Stalag 13

The Tower

The Missing Klink

Art for Hogan's Sake

The Softer They Fall

The Great Impersonation

The Big Picture

Klink's Masterpiece

One Army at a Time

Heil Klink

Operation Briefcase

Hogan Springs

Is General Hammerschlag Burning?

Go Light on the Heavy Water

The Hostage

Hold That Tiger

[darthbreezy]

Down the Rabbit Hole

Crowley was positively a black cloud unto himself by the time the Bentley pulled into SoHo. Tips and work trucks filled an already crowded Wickber Street, but miraculously, one work crew decided to knock off for lunch - preferably somewhere near Bethnall Green, even though it was only 10am. He parked the Bentley in front of Fell's Bookshop and made an imperceptible gesture, rendering the cell tower out of service, at least for a little while. Hell would pay it no mind, nor offer any commendation if it had, but old habits died hard.

Besides, hearing the raging tones of what he assumed was the contract owner, shouting at the indifferent labourers gave him a thread of glee, and his step was considerably lighter as he crossed the threshold of the shop. ** Aziraphale was sitting at his desk, nose buried in a book, eyes wide and seemingly oblivious to Crowley, who cleared his throat dramatically. Dropping his book in his lap, the angel practically squealed as his glasses bounced humorously around his face as colour creeped up from his collar. ''Oh... it's just you.'' he sighed. ''That's all right then. Crowley paused where stood. Did Aziraphale feel it too? The something? Or... ''I hate it when they do such noisy renovations,'' the angel sighed. ''But they seemed to have stopped for now...''

''Needed to park...'' Crowley replied absently. The need to just get out of London, even for a little while was like an itch. ''So, lunch?'' ''Did you see the name of the new establishment, across the street?'' He replied, as if he hadn't heard.''Give me Coffee, or Give me Death... Madam Justine - that lovely woman from Margaurite's - she laughed and called it, 'Café a la Petite mort'... ''Coffee of Little Death?'' Crowley replied? ''So what? Bad book translations run rampant in this part of London!'' He repressed an involuntary shiver. He really wanted out of the city. He danced a little in place. ''Look, I found this lovely little place in Eastborn. You can even bring that silly little book if you'd like!'' ''Book? What book? I don't have any idea what you mean!'' The colour now very prominent in his cheeks. ''The one you were holding in your blasted hand!'' ''Oh dear. Fine, If you must know, I was reading up on... on human intimacy...''

***

TBC

[becameundone]

BOLD what applies.

SUBJECT: TOMO KATSUMURA.

PERSONAL ; homeless | poor | middle class | comfortable | rich | single (never been in a relationship bc the vulnerability of it all freaks him out) | relationship | it's complicated | dating | engaged | married | divorced | widowed | parent | only child | middle child | youngest child | oldest child | glasses/contacts | hearing aid | braces | wheel chair | cane | service dog | cis-man | cis-woman | trans-man | trans-woman | non-binary | agender | homosexual | heterosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | blind/visually impaired | mute | deaf | depression | anxiety | autism | PTSD or ASD | psychopathy | sociopathy | personality disorder | panic disorder | OCD | other (There's Definitely Something Going On!)

BELONGINGS ; car | bike | scooter | motorcycle | truck | mansion | house | apartment | RV | trailer | phone | desktop | television | watch | business | life insurance | land

PETS ; cat | dog (a kaninchen dachshund named chicken, she lives in LA with his manager right now) | rodent | bird | reptile | other

APPEARANCE ; hair - crew cut | pixie cut | bob | shoulder length | elbow length | hip length or longer | black | dark brown | brown | light brown | auburn | red | ginger | strawberry blonde | dirty blonde | blonde | platinum | gray | silver | white | facial hair . eyes - brown | hazel | amber | blue | green | gray . body type - muscular | athletic | average | scrawny | curvy | fat | chubby | piercing (besides ear piercings, he has a navel piercing) | tattoo (i haven't even decided what it looks like but he has one)

TYPE OF DRUNK ; happy | sad | risk-taker | angry | philosophical | doesn’t get drunk | doesn’t drink

VICES ; smoking | drinking | illicit drugs (mostly stuff like coke and ecstasy) | prescription drugs

OTHER ; broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a serious illness | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | had an unrequited crush | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | experimented with their sexuality | ran away from home | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | been bullied | bullied someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | been betrayed | taken the fall to protect someone | been arrested (DUI as a minor) | been wanted by police | goes by a nickname (his full name is tomoaki) | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip

[brookston]

Holidays 2.8

Holidays

Air Force Day (Iran)

Boy Scout Day

Call Everyone Dave Day (UK)

Colorism Awareness Day

Culture Day (Slovenia)

Day of Release (Elder Scrolls)

Day of Russian Science (Russia)

Devil’s Footprint Day (UK)

Gas Execution Day

Hold Onto Your Head Day

International Day of Prayer & Awareness Against Human Trafficking

International Septuagint Day

Kelp-Koli Death Day (Shamanism)

Kite Flying Day

Korean People’s Army Foundation Day (North Korea)

Laetitia Asteroid Day

Laugh and Get Rich Day

Leadership Success Day

National Black Women Physicians Day

National Iowa Day

National Tina Peters Day

National TV Safety Day

Nick Nolte Day

Opera Day

Prešeren Day (Day of Slovenian Culture; Slovenia)

Prison Service Day (Poland)

Propose Day

Rebel Day

Rodney Smith Jr. Day (Nevada)

Science Fiction Day

Smiles Are Contagious Day

Tako-ichi (Kite Fair; Tokyo, Japan)

Wear Orange Day

World Marriage Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Cheesecake Day

International Pisco Sour Day

International Scotch Day

National Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day

National Girl Scout Cookie Day

National Molasses Bar Day

National Potato Lover’s Day

Piscola Day (Chile)

Nature Celebrations

Camellia Day (Japan)

Saxifrage Day (Deep Feelings; Korean Birth Flowers)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Byzantium Novum (Declared; 2010) [Unrecognized]

Constitution Day (Philippines)

Ramadan Revolution Anniversary Day (Iraq)

2nd Saturday in February

Global Movie Day [2nd Saturday]

International Purple Hijab Day [2nd Saturday]

International Snowmobile Ride Day [2nd Saturday]

Salad Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satirical Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning February 8 (1st Week of February)

Getting Dizzy Week (thru 2.14)

Love Makes the World Go Round, but Laughter Keeps Us From Getting Dizzy Week (thru 2.14)

Take a Friend Snowmobiling Week (thru 2.17)

Festivals Beginning February 8, 2025

Annie Awards (Los Angeles, California) [International Animated Film Association]

Carnival of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria (Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain) [thru 3.16]

Carnival of Ovar (Ovar, Portugal) [thru 3.4]

Carnival of Viareggio (Viareggio, Italy) [thru 3.4]

Death By Chocolate (Appleton, Wisconsin)

Directors Guild of America Awards (Los Angeles, California)

Family Style Food Fest (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Goya Awards (Granada, Spain)

Ice Fishing Derby (Glasgow, Montana)

Invictus Games (South Africa) [thru 2.16]

Joriad North American Truffle Dog Championship (Eugene, Oregon)

Marlborough Wine & Food Festival (Marlborough, New Zealand)

Melodifestivalen (Gothenburg, Sweden)

Panama City Beach Food Truck & Craft Beer Festival (Panama City Beach, Florida) [thru 2.9]

Producers Guild Awards (Los Angeles, California)

Royal Hobart Regatta (Australia) [thru 2.10]

Super Chili Bowl Cook Off (Orange Beach, Alabama)

Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (New York, New York) [& 2.10-11]

Yukon Quest (Canada)

Feast Days

Avoid Artichokes Day (Pastafarian)

Candle Spell for Springtime Wishes Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Cuthmann of Steyning (Christian; Saint)

Elffled of Whitby (Christian; Saint)

Elfleda (Christian; Virgin)

Ganymede’s Day (Pagan)

Gerolamo Emiliani (a.k.a. Jerome Emiliani; Christian; Saint)

Get Naked Day (Pastafarian)

Ha-Ri-Ku-Yo (a.k.a. Hard Kuyo or Festival for the Broken Needles, day of rest for needles; Japan)

Jerome Emiliani (Christian; Saint)

John of Matha, founder of the Order of Trinitarians (Christian; Saint)

Josephine Bakhita (Christian; Saint)

Juventius of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Kevin Koala (Muppetism)

Maha Shivaratri (Festival to Lord Shiva; Hinduism)

Meingold of Huy (Christian; Martyr)

Narvik Sun Pageant Day (Vinterfestuka; Norway)

Niceties (a.k.a. Nizier, of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Nirvana Day (a.k.a. Parinirvana; Mahayana Buddhism)

Paul, Bishop of Verdun (Christian; Saint)

Praxiteles (Positivist; Saint)

Star Festival (China; Everyday Wicca)

Stephen of Muret (a.k.a. Stephen of Grandmont; Christian; Saint)

Teletubbie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Vartan (Christian; Saint) [Armenia]

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 1 (Wu-Yin), Day 11 (Wu-Shen)

Day Pillar: Earth Monkey

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Destruction Day (破 Po) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: Special Working Day

Secular Saints Days

Elizabeth Bishop (Literature)

Samuel Butler (Literature)

Neal Cassady (Literature)

Kate Chopin (Literature)

George Dawe (Art)

James Dean (Entertainment)

John Grisham (Literature)

Guercino (Art)

Robert Klein (Entertainment)

Halldór Laxness (Literature)

Jack Lemmon (Entertainment)

Franz Marc (Art)

Audrey Meadows (Entertainment)

Dmitri Mendeleev (Science)

Paula Modersohn-Becker (Art)

Vince Neil (Music)

Nick Nolte (Entertainment)

Dan Seals (Music)

Bruce Timm (Art)

Lana Turner (Entertainment)

Jules Verne (Literature)

King Vidor (Entertainment)

John Williams (Music)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [9 of 60]

Premieres

Aloha, Scooby-Doo! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2005)

Better Call Saul (TV Series; 2015)

Billion Dollar Boner (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1960)

Birth of a Nation (Racist Silent Film; 1915)

Blackbeard’s Ghost (Film; 1968)

The Black Mountain, by Augusta Holmes (Opera; 1895)

Boris Godunov, by Modest Mussorgsky (Opera; 1874)

Box-Office Bunny (WB Cartoon; 1991)

The Bull Fight (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1935)

The Carpenters (Columbia Favorites Cartoon; 1951)

The Cat Came Back (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Catwoman: Hunted (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Charley’s Aunt (Silent Film; 1925)

Collateral Damage (Film; 2002)

College of William and Mary (School; 1689)

Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean (Broadway Play; 1982)

Disney California Adventure (Theme Park; 2001)

The Dissatisfied Cobbler (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1922)

(Don’t Go Back To) Rockville, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Duel Controls or Put It in Second (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 343; 1965)

The Early Bird and the Worm (Happy Harmonies MGM Cartoon; 1936)

The Einstein Theory of Relativity (Fleischer Cartoon; 1923)

Flora, by Marco da Gagliano and Jacopo Peri (Opera; 1735) [1st Opera performed in US]

The Fog (Film; 1980)

Fortune Hunters (Gandy Goose Terrytoons Cartoon; 1946)

The 42nd Parallel, by John Dos Passos (Novel; 1930)

Good Times (TV Series;1974)

The Grocery Boy (Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1932)

Hamlet (Film; 1991)

The Harder They Come (Film; 1973)

Heaven Help Us (Film; 1985)

Hello Aloha (Goofy Disney Cartoon; 1952)

House of Magic (Meany, Miny, and Moe Cartoon; 1937)

In Bruges (Film; 2008)

In the Post-War Era (Speaking of Animals Cartoon; 1946)

I Saw Her Standing There, by The Beatles (Song; 1964)

Katy Perry, by Katy Perry (Album; 2004)

Killer Queen, by Queen (Song; 1975)

Ko-Ko Beats Time (Fleischer Inkwell Imps Cartoon; 1929)

Lambert the Sheepish Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

L.A. Story (Film; 1991)

Legion (TV Series; 2017)

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part (Animated Film; 2019)

Little Darlin’, by The Diamonds (Song; 1957)

The Magic Toyshop, by Angela Carter (Novel; 1967)

The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot (Film; 2019)

Marquee Moon, by Television (Album; 1977)

A Message to Gracias (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Midnight Madness (Film; 1980)

Mischief (Film; 1985)

Nearlyweds (Famous/Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

Needy, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2019)

Nobody Love, by Tori Kelly (Song; 2015)

No, No Song, by Ringo Starr (Song; 1975)

On the Ice (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1928)

Planet of the Apes (Film; 1968)

Radio Free Europe, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Razz Berries, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

The Robot (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (Film; 1991)

She Was a Lady (a.k.a. The Saint Meets His Match or Angels of Doom), by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1931) [Saint #8]

Stars & Stripes (American Expeditionary Force weekly publication; 1918)

Stop in the Name of Love (Song; 1965)

Symphony No. 2 in E Minor, by Sergei Rachmaninoff (Symphony; 1908)

Taxi Driver (Film; 1976)

They Didn’t Pick Up Our Option or Show Down (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 344; 1965)

Time of the Season, by The Zombies (Song; 1969)

Traces, by the Classics IV (Song; 1969)

Witness (Film; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Hieronymus, Josefina, Josefine (Austria)

Jerko, Jeronim, Jozefina, Mladen (Croatia)

Milada (Czech Republic)

Corintha (Denmark)

Taalo, Tali, Talis, Talvo (Estonia)

Laina (Finland)

Jacqueline (France)

Elfrieda, Hieronymus (Germany)

Zacharias (Greece)

Aranka (Hungary)

Giacomina, Girolamo, Jacqueline (Italy)

Aldona, Anatols, Blazma (Latvia)

Daugvilė, Dromantas, Honorata, Saliamonas (Lithuania)

Åshild, Åsne (Norway)

Gniewomir, Gniewosz, Honorat, Jan, Ksenofont, Lucjusz, Paweł, Piotr, Salomon, Sebastian, Żaklina (Poland)

Teodor, Zaharia (Romania)

Maria (Russia)

Zoja (Slovakia)

Jerónimo, Josefina (Spain)

Dick, Rikard (Sweden)

Beula, Beulah, Clay, Clayton, Cleve, Cleveland, Clive, Clyde (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Zack Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 39 of 2025; 326 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 6 of Week 6 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Wu-Yin), Day 11 (Wu-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 1 Amshir 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Poplar (Feb 4-8) [Day 5 of 5]

Hebrew: 10 Shevat 5785

Islamic: 9 Sha’ban 1446

Julian: 26 January 2025

Moon: 83%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 11 Homer (2nd Month) [Praxiteles)

Runic Half Month: Sigel (Sun) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 50 of 90)

SUn Calendar: 9 Gray; Twosday [9 of 30]

Week: 2nd Week of February

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 20 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 25 of 29)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 14 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 20 of 28)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Capricornus (Day 21 of 28)

Calendar Changes

ʾAmshīr (a.k.a. Meshir) [أمشير ] (Coptic Calendar) [Month 6 of 13]

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Holidays 2.8

Holidays

Air Force Day (Iran)

Boy Scout Day

Call Everyone Dave Day (UK)

Colorism Awareness Day

Culture Day (Slovenia)

Day of Release (Elder Scrolls)

Day of Russian Science (Russia)

Devil’s Footprint Day (UK)

Gas Execution Day

Hold Onto Your Head Day

International Day of Prayer & Awareness Against Human Trafficking

International Septuagint Day

Kelp-Koli Death Day (Shamanism)

Kite Flying Day

Korean People’s Army Foundation Day (North Korea)

Laetitia Asteroid Day

Laugh and Get Rich Day

Leadership Success Day

National Black Women Physicians Day

National Iowa Day

National Tina Peters Day

National TV Safety Day

Nick Nolte Day

Opera Day

Prešeren Day (Day of Slovenian Culture; Slovenia)

Prison Service Day (Poland)

Propose Day

Rebel Day

Rodney Smith Jr. Day (Nevada)

Science Fiction Day

Smiles Are Contagious Day

Tako-ichi (Kite Fair; Tokyo, Japan)

Wear Orange Day

World Marriage Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Cheesecake Day

International Pisco Sour Day

International Scotch Day

National Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day

National Girl Scout Cookie Day

National Molasses Bar Day

National Potato Lover’s Day

Piscola Day (Chile)

Nature Celebrations

Camellia Day (Japan)

Saxifrage Day (Deep Feelings; Korean Birth Flowers)

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Byzantium Novum (Declared; 2010) [Unrecognized]

Constitution Day (Philippines)

Ramadan Revolution Anniversary Day (Iraq)

2nd Saturday in February

Global Movie Day [2nd Saturday]

International Purple Hijab Day [2nd Saturday]

International Snowmobile Ride Day [2nd Saturday]

Salad Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satirical Saturday [2nd Saturday of Each Month]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning February 8 (1st Week of February)

Getting Dizzy Week (thru 2.14)

Love Makes the World Go Round, but Laughter Keeps Us From Getting Dizzy Week (thru 2.14)

Take a Friend Snowmobiling Week (thru 2.17)

Festivals Beginning February 8, 2025

Annie Awards (Los Angeles, California) [International Animated Film Association]

Carnival of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria (Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, Spain) [thru 3.16]

Carnival of Ovar (Ovar, Portugal) [thru 3.4]

Carnival of Viareggio (Viareggio, Italy) [thru 3.4]

Death By Chocolate (Appleton, Wisconsin)

Directors Guild of America Awards (Los Angeles, California)

Family Style Food Fest (New Orleans, Louisiana)

Goya Awards (Granada, Spain)

Ice Fishing Derby (Glasgow, Montana)

Invictus Games (South Africa) [thru 2.16]

Joriad North American Truffle Dog Championship (Eugene, Oregon)

Marlborough Wine & Food Festival (Marlborough, New Zealand)

Melodifestivalen (Gothenburg, Sweden)

Panama City Beach Food Truck & Craft Beer Festival (Panama City Beach, Florida) [thru 2.9]

Producers Guild Awards (Los Angeles, California)

Royal Hobart Regatta (Australia) [thru 2.10]

Super Chili Bowl Cook Off (Orange Beach, Alabama)

Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (New York, New York) [& 2.10-11]

Yukon Quest (Canada)

Feast Days

Avoid Artichokes Day (Pastafarian)

Candle Spell for Springtime Wishes Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Cuthmann of Steyning (Christian; Saint)

Elffled of Whitby (Christian; Saint)

Elfleda (Christian; Virgin)

Ganymede’s Day (Pagan)

Gerolamo Emiliani (a.k.a. Jerome Emiliani; Christian; Saint)

Get Naked Day (Pastafarian)

Ha-Ri-Ku-Yo (a.k.a. Hard Kuyo or Festival for the Broken Needles, day of rest for needles; Japan)

Jerome Emiliani (Christian; Saint)

John of Matha, founder of the Order of Trinitarians (Christian; Saint)

Josephine Bakhita (Christian; Saint)

Juventius of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Kevin Koala (Muppetism)

Maha Shivaratri (Festival to Lord Shiva; Hinduism)

Meingold of Huy (Christian; Martyr)

Narvik Sun Pageant Day (Vinterfestuka; Norway)

Niceties (a.k.a. Nizier, of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Nirvana Day (a.k.a. Parinirvana; Mahayana Buddhism)

Paul, Bishop of Verdun (Christian; Saint)

Praxiteles (Positivist; Saint)

Star Festival (China; Everyday Wicca)

Stephen of Muret (a.k.a. Stephen of Grandmont; Christian; Saint)

Teletubbie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Vartan (Christian; Saint) [Armenia]

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 1 (Wu-Yin), Day 11 (Wu-Shen)

Day Pillar: Earth Monkey

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Destruction Day (破 Po) [Inauspicious]

Holidays: Special Working Day

Secular Saints Days

Elizabeth Bishop (Literature)

Samuel Butler (Literature)

Neal Cassady (Literature)

Kate Chopin (Literature)

George Dawe (Art)

James Dean (Entertainment)

John Grisham (Literature)

Guercino (Art)

Robert Klein (Entertainment)

Halldór Laxness (Literature)

Jack Lemmon (Entertainment)

Franz Marc (Art)

Audrey Meadows (Entertainment)

Dmitri Mendeleev (Science)

Paula Modersohn-Becker (Art)

Vince Neil (Music)

Nick Nolte (Entertainment)

Dan Seals (Music)

Bruce Timm (Art)

Lana Turner (Entertainment)

Jules Verne (Literature)

King Vidor (Entertainment)

John Williams (Music)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [9 of 60]

Premieres

Aloha, Scooby-Doo! (WB Animated Film; 2005)

Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2005)

Better Call Saul (TV Series; 2015)

Billion Dollar Boner (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1960)

Birth of a Nation (Racist Silent Film; 1915)

Blackbeard’s Ghost (Film; 1968)

The Black Mountain, by Augusta Holmes (Opera; 1895)

Boris Godunov, by Modest Mussorgsky (Opera; 1874)

Box-Office Bunny (WB Cartoon; 1991)

The Bull Fight (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1935)

The Carpenters (Columbia Favorites Cartoon; 1951)

The Cat Came Back (WB MM Cartoon; 1936)

Catwoman: Hunted (WB Animated Film; 2022)

Charley’s Aunt (Silent Film; 1925)

Collateral Damage (Film; 2002)

College of William and Mary (School; 1689)

Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmy Dean (Broadway Play; 1982)

Disney California Adventure (Theme Park; 2001)

The Dissatisfied Cobbler (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1922)

(Don’t Go Back To) Rockville, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Duel Controls or Put It in Second (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 343; 1965)

The Early Bird and the Worm (Happy Harmonies MGM Cartoon; 1936)

The Einstein Theory of Relativity (Fleischer Cartoon; 1923)

Flora, by Marco da Gagliano and Jacopo Peri (Opera; 1735) [1st Opera performed in US]

The Fog (Film; 1980)

Fortune Hunters (Gandy Goose Terrytoons Cartoon; 1946)

The 42nd Parallel, by John Dos Passos (Novel; 1930)

Good Times (TV Series;1974)

The Grocery Boy (Mickey Mouse Disney Cartoon; 1932)

Hamlet (Film; 1991)

The Harder They Come (Film; 1973)

Heaven Help Us (Film; 1985)

Hello Aloha (Goofy Disney Cartoon; 1952)

House of Magic (Meany, Miny, and Moe Cartoon; 1937)

In Bruges (Film; 2008)

In the Post-War Era (Speaking of Animals Cartoon; 1946)

I Saw Her Standing There, by The Beatles (Song; 1964)

Katy Perry, by Katy Perry (Album; 2004)

Killer Queen, by Queen (Song; 1975)

Ko-Ko Beats Time (Fleischer Inkwell Imps Cartoon; 1929)

Lambert the Sheepish Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

L.A. Story (Film; 1991)

Legion (TV Series; 2017)

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part (Animated Film; 2019)

Little Darlin’, by The Diamonds (Song; 1957)

The Magic Toyshop, by Angela Carter (Novel; 1967)

The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot (Film; 2019)

Marquee Moon, by Television (Album; 1977)

A Message to Gracias (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

Midnight Madness (Film; 1980)

Mischief (Film; 1985)

Nearlyweds (Famous/Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1957)

Needy, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2019)

Nobody Love, by Tori Kelly (Song; 2015)

No, No Song, by Ringo Starr (Song; 1975)

On the Ice (Aesop’s Film Fable Cartoon; 1928)

Planet of the Apes (Film; 1968)

Radio Free Europe, recorded by R.E.M. (Song; 1981)

Razz Berries, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

The Robot (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (Film; 1991)

She Was a Lady (a.k.a. The Saint Meets His Match or Angels of Doom), by Leslie Charteris (Novel; 1931) [Saint #8]

Stars & Stripes (American Expeditionary Force weekly publication; 1918)

Stop in the Name of Love (Song; 1965)

Symphony No. 2 in E Minor, by Sergei Rachmaninoff (Symphony; 1908)

Taxi Driver (Film; 1976)

They Didn’t Pick Up Our Option or Show Down (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 344; 1965)

Time of the Season, by The Zombies (Song; 1969)

Traces, by the Classics IV (Song; 1969)

Witness (Film; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Hieronymus, Josefina, Josefine (Austria)

Jerko, Jeronim, Jozefina, Mladen (Croatia)

Milada (Czech Republic)

Corintha (Denmark)

Taalo, Tali, Talis, Talvo (Estonia)

Laina (Finland)

Jacqueline (France)

Elfrieda, Hieronymus (Germany)

Zacharias (Greece)

Aranka (Hungary)

Giacomina, Girolamo, Jacqueline (Italy)

Aldona, Anatols, Blazma (Latvia)

Daugvilė, Dromantas, Honorata, Saliamonas (Lithuania)

Åshild, Åsne (Norway)

Gniewomir, Gniewosz, Honorat, Jan, Ksenofont, Lucjusz, Paweł, Piotr, Salomon, Sebastian, Żaklina (Poland)

Teodor, Zaharia (Romania)

Maria (Russia)

Zoja (Slovakia)

Jerónimo, Josefina (Spain)

Dick, Rikard (Sweden)

Beula, Beulah, Clay, Clayton, Cleve, Cleveland, Clive, Clyde (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Zack Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 39 of 2025; 326 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 6 of Week 6 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 19 of 28]

Chinese: Month 1 (Wu-Yin), Day 11 (Wu-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 1 Amshir 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Poplar (Feb 4-8) [Day 5 of 5]

Hebrew: 10 Shevat 5785

Islamic: 9 Sha’ban 1446

Julian: 26 January 2025

Moon: 83%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 11 Homer (2nd Month) [Praxiteles)

Runic Half Month: Sigel (Sun) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 50 of 90)

SUn Calendar: 9 Gray; Twosday [9 of 30]

Week: 2nd Week of February

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Aquarius (Day 20 of 30)

Sidereal Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 25 of 29)

Schmidt Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 14 of 27)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 20 of 28)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Capricornus (Day 21 of 28)

Calendar Changes

ʾAmshīr (a.k.a. Meshir) [أمشير ] (Coptic Calendar) [Month 6 of 13]

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Dubai’s Best Beaches and Beach Clubs

Dubai, a glittering gem of the UAE, is synonymous with luxury, innovation, and world-class experiences. Among its many attractions, Dubai’s beaches and beach clubs stand out as must-visit destinations. Whether you're seeking tranquil shores, thrilling water sports, or vibrant beachside venues.

Why Dubai Beaches Are Exceptional

Dubai’s beaches are celebrated for their pristine sands, crystal-clear waters, and unparalleled amenities. Here’s why they’re a cut above the rest:

Year-Round Sunshine: With over 300 sunny days a year, beach lovers can enjoy Dubai’s coastlines at almost any time.

Diverse Experiences: From family-friendly spots to exclusive beach clubs, there’s something for everyone.

World-Class Facilities: Expect top-notch services, including sunbeds, watersports, and gourmet dining options.

Iconic Views: Many beaches offer stunning backdrops of Dubai’s skyline, including the Burj Al Arab and Palm Jumeirah.

Top Beaches in Dubai

1. Jumeirah Beach

Jumeirah Beach is one of Dubai’s most popular and picturesque beaches.

Highlights:

Breathtaking views of the iconic Burj Al Arab.

Family-friendly atmosphere with ample play areas.

Jogging and cycling tracks along the shoreline.

Activities:

Sunbathing on golden sands.

Paddleboarding and kayaking.

Dining at beachfront cafes and restaurants.

2. Kite Beach

As its name suggests, Kite Beach is a haven for watersport enthusiasts.

Highlights:

Known for kite surfing and paddleboarding.

Vibrant food trucks serving local and international cuisines.

A dedicated area for volleyball and other beach sports.

Activities:

Try your hand at kite surfing or stand-up paddleboarding.

Enjoy a casual meal from one of the many food trucks.

Take a leisurely walk along the beach with views of the Burj Al Arab.

3. La Mer Beach

La Mer combines relaxation with entertainment, making it a trendy spot for beachgoers.

Highlights:

Stylish decor and Instagram-worthy settings.

Waterpark and play areas for kids.

A plethora of shopping and dining options.

Activities:

Indulge in retail therapy at beachfront boutiques.

Relax on sun loungers with impeccable service.

Enjoy the waterpark attractions with family or friends.

4. Al Mamzar Beach Park

For those seeking a blend of beach vibes and park greenery, Al Mamzar Beach Park is perfect.

Highlights:

Five separate beaches with lifeguards on duty.

Picnic areas with barbeque facilities.

Cycling paths and shaded spots for relaxation.

Activities:

Host a beachside barbecue with your loved ones.

Explore the park on a rented bike.

Swim in the calm waters under lifeguard supervision.

5. Black Palace Beach (Al Sufouh Beach)

This hidden gem offers a more secluded experience.

Highlights:

Untouched natural beauty with fewer crowds.

Unobstructed views of the Burj Al Arab and Palm Jumeirah.

Activities:

Enjoy a quiet picnic by the sea.

Capture stunning photos of the sunset.

Dubai’s Best Beach Clubs

1. Nikki Beach Dubai

This globally renowned beach club offers a blend of luxury and entertainment.

What to Expect:

Stylish cabanas and sun loungers.

A vibrant pool area with live music and DJs.

A menu featuring international cuisines.

Ideal For: Trendsetters and party enthusiasts.

2. Drift Beach Club

Drift Beach Club is known for its elegant ambiance and breathtaking views.

What to Expect:

Infinity pool overlooking the Arabian Gulf.

Private beach access with luxurious amenities.

Gourmet dining options with a Mediterranean flair.

Ideal For: Couples seeking a romantic escape.

3. Zero Gravity

Zero Gravity is a dynamic beach club offering day-to-night entertainment.

What to Expect:

Expansive pool and beach areas.

A buzzing nightlife scene with top DJs.

Delicious food and signature cocktails.

Ideal For: Groups of friends looking for a lively beach day.

4. White Beach

Located at Atlantis, The Palm, White Beach offers exclusivity and luxury.

What to Expect:

Scenic views of the Palm Jumeirah.

Plush cabanas and infinity pools.

Regular events and live performances.

Ideal For: Upscale beachgoers and luxury seekers.

5. Barasti Beach

A long-time favorite among locals and tourists alike.

What to Expect:

A laid-back vibe with free entry.

Beachfront dining and live sports screenings.

Regular events and themed nights.

Ideal For: Casual beachgoers and sports fans.

Tips for the Perfect Beach Day in Dubai

Timing Is Key:

Visit early in the morning or late afternoon to avoid peak heat.

Pack Essentials:

Sunscreen, sunglasses, and a hat are must-haves.

Bring swimwear, a towel, and a reusable water bottle.

Dress Code:

While swimwear is acceptable on beaches, always cover up when heading to public areas.

Stay Hydrated:

The Dubai sun can be intense, so drink plenty of water.

Respect Local Customs:

Be mindful of Dubai’s cultural norms, especially on public beaches.

Seasonal Highlights

Winter (November to March): Best time for beach outings, with pleasant temperatures and clear skies.

Summer (June to September): Visit early or choose beach clubs with shaded areas and cooling amenities.

With its pristine beaches and luxurious beach clubs, Dubai offers an unparalleled seaside experience. Whether you’re looking to relax by the waves, indulge in water sports, or dance the night away, Dubai’s coastlines have something for everyone. Plan your visit today and make unforgettable memories under the Arabian sun.

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The Black UBE

UBE Express 2104

Company/Owner: Ultimate Bus Experience Express, Inc./Airfreight 2100 (Air21) , Inc.

Chassis Manufacturer: Daimler Truck AG (Mercedes-Benz)

Chassis Model: Mercedes-Benz O500U 1726/59

Engine Manufacturer: Daimler Truck AG (Mercedes-Benz)

Engine Model: Mercedes-Benz OM 906 LA

Coach Manufacturer: Manufacturing Commercial Vehicles (MCV)

Coach Model: Mercedes-Benz/MCV eVolution C120 LE

Engine location: Rear

Seating Configuration: 2x2 Seats, Side-Facing Seats

Seating Capacity: 30 passengers + 1 driver

Type of Service: Public Utilty Bus

Type of Operation: Premium Airport Shuttle

Classification: Airconditioned Bus

Route: PITX (Parañaque City) - Ninoy Aquino International Airport Terminals 1, 2, 3, 4 (Pasay City)

Franchise Route: PITX (Parañaque City) - Ninoy Aquino International Airport Terminals 1, 2, 3, 4 (Pasay City)

Transmission: A/T

Speed: 6 forward, 1 reverse

Suspension: Air Suspension

Shot Location: Mindanao Avenue cor. Kennedy Road, Parañaque Integrated Terminal Exchange, Asiaworld, Bay City, Parañaque City

Date Taken: December 3, 2023

NOTE: Errors may be evident with this description. Corrections will be done once verified.

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CUJO AND THE DARTS

He stepped out of the van looking smug.

She was not impressed. It had been a very dry spring and the boxes that were filled with DART driven dreams were hungry to house the DENDROBATIDAE..

LICK TOAD AND TASTE THE COCK

(the low monotone voice said from the behind the black curtain of the cube in the back of the service station next to old highway #7 that leads out to the dead oil field)

The cages in the basement made the entire service station like a swamp. They had bought the property because they knew about an old aquifer that was not protected and could be tapped easily.

This would be very important for breeding and cloning the dart frogs. Producing METHAMPHETAMINE had been quite lucrative but it was time to diversify into a more organic income stream. One that required less dealings with machine gun wielding cartel hoods than soccer moms who simply couldn’t find a reason not blow their brains out while awaiting the NAIL SALON tech to dry the GEL NAILS.

The gas station also served BOBA and shitty TACORITOS.

The girl behind the counter greeted people with profound indifference so as not to leave any impression. This was a skill handed down to the ladies of plains from GRAMS to TIKES. This quiet and profound facade of majestic confidence and indifference was one of the first things that the men who wielded long steel cannons and slayed the thunderous hoof’s into silence.

The gaze that penetrates and deflects the eye of the beholder is older and bolder than the eyes that could ever spy upon them. She would give change and say thanks always like a burden of admission that you took something from her that you would now owe her for in perpetuity.

As the man descended deep into the double wide trailer he’s sunk in the ground behind the station, the smell of FROG FECES rumpled his stiltskin hairs on the back of his neck more profoundly with he step lower into the bunker. The low groan of the small creature in the dank expanse below was stark. The smell would envelope him first then, the quiet dampness would hold his feet firmly down. The whole place seemed in order. All the sub bass systems that kept them very happy and stimulated in the manner that would produce the most potent and unctuous DART essence would be emitted freely.

HOWEVER, the secret was to allow the generations of DARTS to stack up and not touch any component of the organic conversation that was instigated within the microcosm of the bunker.

As he begrudgingly began to select his annual brood of several dozen prime specimens to harbor the blood line safely in his OAXACA breeding facility. He’d chosen a remote inlet with natural fortifications to prevent molestation by his sinister rivals. The entire DART movement and revolution had been started by him in a different iteration of his journey prior to the accident that would divert his focus from malice to alchemy and mysticism

The sound of several large truck all pulling up in a convoy disturbed the incubator of DART magic to remind him that the vision would always attract the eyes and hand of greedy lessers who sought to unwind the thread by which he alone hung,

It was very simple what would happen next.

The girl behind the counter pressed a large red KILL SWITCH button next to the cash register. Very large steel plates dropped over the enclosure of the service station. She sighed and grabbed her backpack, begrudgingly making her way to the broom closet that hid the hatch the station’s own self contained bunker with full cozy accouterments. She chuckled as she pulled the submarine style hatch shut and pulled the wooden handle that brought the piss stained rug over the hatch above. She turned on the close circuit display spread and popped open a LA CROIX.

The four SUV’s all faced a completely armored station on a windswept plane just skip north of the border.

The man took his seat at his console and grabbed a hold of his trucker mic to welcome his guest.

WHO GOES THERE? YOU CAME WITH MANY PEOPLE UNANNOUNCED! I’M CURIOUS HOW I CAN BEST ASSIST YOU?

The first 3 SUV’s doors popped open and 8 men stepped out holding assault rifles and tactical armor. The headlights of the 4th SUV blinked and gave a honk. The men all broke into a tactical formation moving forward around the back of the station with GUNS pointed to unload as they approached.

AH.. I SEE THAT YOU COME BEARING GIFTS

The man at the console snickered and pressed a fat yellow button next to his left hand. As the squad stormed around the back of the station in a very tight and contrived tactical formation a spread of simple lawn sprinkler sockets popped up from the back of the yard.

AHOY HOY!!! LET US BEGIN

The man proclaimed quite plainly over the speakers. The little girl rubbed his tiny paws eagerly from her perch below the station.

An AIR HORN sounded from a small shed that was roughyl 50 yards off on the edge of the MESA began to come to life. A pounding and growing sound began to emerge from the shed.

The men of the squad looked down at the sprinkler heads that were now whizzing away sounding like a siren scream as a bright yellow gas rushed out them all but obscuring their line of sight.. The men began gasping and running like headless chickens to escape the footprint of CANARY STRAINED ANTHRAX MUSTARD GAS the man had cooked up fresh for them. 5 of the squad flopped like a side of beef sliding off the hook into the grinder.

They twitched and gasped briefly as the remaining three scampered away desperately for cover. The shed was still chugging away as they caught their breath awaiting a command from the boss in the last SUV.

The man rubbed his eyes and turned to look back at his beloved DARTS. He yawned and thought about having a tea once the mess was cleaned up.

He picked up the trucker mic again and spoke.

HE WHO CONTROLS THE SPICE SHALL CONTROL THE UNIVERSE!!

He quit simply but firmly proclaimed.

The sides of the ominous chugging shed exploded outward at this time exposing the NAVAL grade anti aircraft cannon that was pointed at the last SUV. The remaining men made a sound that almost was audible prior to the sound of the 4th SUV and ALL of the SUV’s being blown back from the service station in a typhoon like wall of metal, fire and motion. The sound carried like a phoenix rising from the very sandy earth that lay below. A deep and calm vacuum of space embraced them all as the shell collided with the front right axel of the SUV in a delicate and almost liquid like manner. The sheer weight of the shell is over 100 pounds. This is essentially a small refrigerator that collided with the DENALI SUPREME to brew up a human and meat stew fit for a king.

The little one opened up a bag of chips and picke up her trucker mic.

HEY!!! DO YOU GUYS LIKE DOGS!? I LOVE MY DOG CUJO!! GET TO KNOW HIM!!

With that she gave a strange and guttural sound that brought the sleeping monster who had been quietly sleeping next to her. He awoke, seeming like he was not done napping but was hungry as always and would gladly break up his down time for some TCB and a bit of light exercise. She rubbed his wet nose on her nose and purred at him.

OK BOY. GO EAT NOW

With that she pressed a button that opened a decent size dumb waiter contraption that CUJO sauntered over to casually. His stride deep with steps that sought to shake his sleep and prepare his chop to dine.

CUJO put all his weight in the box and it clicked, a small compartment on the bottom right corner opened and a small portion of cool fresh water appeared for him to enjoy. A proper amuse bouche before the sun would constrict doggie pupils into pinpoints searching for meaty calves of screaming men who didn’t put on pants one leg at a time that day expecting to see all the stuff.

A bulkhead hatch sprung up on the far side of the station and CUJO stepped silently off the pad. His pure white fur gleaming in the sun. He was a mutt of too many varieties to ever discern but was every bit of 150 lbs of muscle and mind that simply love his people, the DARTS and a solid meal after a good nap.

The men looked at each other from their hiding places.

The sound of the burning and still vibrant conflagration that was quite actively barbecuing their retaining into HUMANO BARBACOA was a little disconcerting and made hearing the dog impossible…

CUJO snuck up behind the first man and closed his windpipe with his mouth and gently let him go to sleep forever… CUJO was taught to smell and not see. But he loved to see the look of the men when he made them know he was the one who would be escorting them to the other side of the great river of death.

The next man could quite plainly see the dog approach but had lost his weapon in his hastle to escape the MUSTARD GAS DEATH GARDEN and tried quite pitifully in vain to ward off CUJO’s amorous advances with a fully extended right hand that CUJO latched onton and drove his head directly into his back, breaking it out of the socket and ripping it clean off his arm. CUJO had been trained in a brutal form of DOG TAI CHI that allowed him to BREAK things using weight against the anatomical structure of the THING he chomped onto. This was not something that any HUMAN could show or teach.

The many who begat him were of a certain bloodline that believe in devotion and brutality. Dogs in the pecking order slide in different directions but will ultimately stand to man’s side always. His blood knew that this was only a matter of contextual dominance. By credo they would only serve a just master who acted in a purer manner than their predecessor.

CUJO was ready to just start chewing an arm in his mouth but knew that the JOB was not yet done. The 3rd man had made a run for the hills and now looked like a wide receiver chagrin downfield desperately hoping fate and skill will collide in glory.

This really pissed off CUJO. He was not in the mood to go for a run at all but knew it would only make the meat more tasty as he enjoyed it. With that, he dropped the dripping man arm and let out a tiny sniff of desert dust. His weight and girth galloped with haste consuming the yards between him and the last man panting for breath and struggling to run full sprint and unholster his GLOCH.

CUJO’s eyes blazed forward as fountains, a saliva splashed on the sand he displaced with his mass pounding forward at the weaker and slower critter rapidly losing the tiny shred of space that separated them from the inevitable.

CUJO likes to get really close and let the prey feel him ready to chomp but not so they actually slow down out of pure fear… The man began to shit and piss himself violently. This really only made CUJO more mad as he was never in the mood for shitty piss soaked food.

So he latched onto the ACHILLES of the man with his lower jaw and flipped him like a rag doll in motion and then barrel rolled himself (as he had been taught) and brought his own weight crushing the guys body as they rolled over several time with the rapid sound of bags of nuts being smashed with a heavy iron hammer.

CUJO let go and left the bloody broken sack of human meat for the coyotes and buzzards to enjoy. They prefer meat to be coated in fear and feces.

CUJO cooly rolled himself in bloody sand until he felt clean of his deafed foe’s plasma and poo. He gave himself a stern shake and could see the man and the girl standing by the service station. A wrecker and roll out dumpster slowly crept across the plain toward them to remove the smoldering remnant of the ZETAS who came to play.

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Remembering Betty White's Legacy:

(January 17, 1922 - December 31, 2021)

Today, the world lost more than just a beloved television icon.

Though she later became known as the "First Lady of Television", Betty White put her early career on hold during World War II in order to join the American Women's Voluntary Services. Beforehand, she had worked in radio, theater, and modeling (the latter in spite of film studios telling her she "wasn't photogenic"). She drove a supply truck by day, and at night she participated in send-off dances for servicemen shipping off to war.

In 1954, she got her first nationally aired television show, The Betty White Show. During a time in which men still dominated the entertainment industry, Betty was given full creative control of her show, and even hired a female director to run it. This was long before the feminist movement began its rise to prominence.

The program frequently featured black tap dancer Arthur Duncan, to the point where he is credited as the first black series regular on a talk/variety show. Betty and the show were both heavily criticized, and threatened with boycott from many viewers in the South. Betty stood her ground, and famously replied,

"I said, ‘I’m sorry. Live with it.'”, before giving Duncan even more screen time. Sadly, repeated changes in time slots--and the resulting lower viewership--eventually led to the show's cancelation not long after.

Aside from being an entertainer, Betty was nearly just as well-known for being a pioneering animal rights activist, and was very passionate about animal conservation.

She donated to numerous animal charities (and a few human ones, too!), including:

American Humane Association

Morris Animal Foundation

Helen Woodward Animal Center

PAWS/LAPetco Foundation

SPCA-LA

GLAAD

Elton John AIDS Foundation

NAACP

Human Rights Campaign

Red Cross

American Heart Association

Special Olympics

St. Francis Food Pantries and Shelters

St. Jude Children's Research Hospital

And several others.

Over the span of her seven-decades-long career--which Guinness World Records officially certified in 2014 as the longest ever for a female entertainer--she took home five Primetime Emmys, one competitive Daytime Emmy, a lifetime achievement Daytime Emmy in 2015, and a Los Angeles regional Emmy in 1952.

She left behind so, so much more than that. From being "The First Lady of Television" to "America's Grandmother", Betty White touched the hearts of millions--both human and animal alike. She may no longer be with us on Earth, but she has many friends where she is now.

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chosen family by Trickster88

Harry meets Peter at four and a half (four and three-quarters, Harry insists, because adults always tell him he’ll understand things when he’s older, but he’s old enough for it to be annoying). Harry's playing in the sandbox at Oscorp’s daycare (kinetic sand, actually, because what’s the point in being a cutting-edge, fortune 500 company if you don’t have the newest stuff) and Gregory Haskins stomps on his sand castle. Harry’s eyes fill with tears of frustration as Gregory laughs and steals the Tonka truck out of the sand, but before he gets the chance to wail, Peter is there.

Peter has a mop of soft, chestnut curls, and kind, brown eyes. He has dimples in his cheeks when he smiles, every so gently, like Harry is a baby deer he’s afraid of spooking, and Harry blinks at him, surprised.

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Or, Harry and Peter, over the years. MCU with Harry Osborn

art by @heyboydraws, fic by @thwip--thwip

92 pages / 25,534 words

Title Font: Brightness Inverted

Body Fonts: Garamond, Arbery, Absender, October Crow

Read more on the process below the cut!

Now, onto the how!

I typeset in Microsoft Word; I realize now that my margins were set wrong (and the second book I've printed, which is still in the binding process) - but this taught me a lot! It's honestly probably better to have the fic at this reduced size; it feels like a nice, short novella.

The cover paper is Thai Marbled paper from Paper Source, and the end papers are Nepalese handmade papers I purchased from McManus & Morgan, a paper shop local to LA that's been here since 1923! I wanted an emeraldy-gold look, since those are Harry's colors - and the duo book cloth from Colophon Bookarts seemed like a good pair. The black streaks on the marbling spoke to me as the darkness that permeates Harry's life, as well as a not-so-subtle nod to the Venom plot at the end of the book. Still, the gold in his life shines through. I chose two different endpapers for the same reason - Harry's life starts out grey and somewhat bleak, and ends happily ever after, in a warm gold. All in all, the color coordination worked out better than I could have imagined!

I used a bunch of different fonts in this fic to help the story jump off the page, and it was really fun! I also played around with different effects, like so, to help emphasize emotional moments:

I think it adds something!

I printed on Speckletone Madero Beach from the French Paper Company, 70lb text weight. It has a nice feel to it, a cool recycled look, and is a good combination between cream and white. Not sure if I'll stick with it forever, but it makes it feel like a real book!

Last but not least, my edges. Ho boy. I tried to hand trim and totally failed...I won't make the same mistake again! I ended up sanding down the edges to mitigate the error and it's still serviceable. Overall though, I'm very pleased! Ha, do I get to say I'm self-published now?