#Coppertone Sign

[seanmccaughan]

Miami's Iconic Coppertone Girl Building is For Sale

An iconic piece of MiMo architecture and commercial signage can be yours.

[drama-glob]

I know Crimson said that Fizz and Ozzie's relationship was the worst-kept secret in Hell (or at the very least the secret being Fizz means so much to Ozzie he will do pretty much anything to have him back), but from the newspaper photos, it may only be recently that these photos have come up along with the implication of romance. If you look closely at the second screenshot, Fizz and Ozzie are in a private booth with someone pulling the curtain to take a candid picture, meaning that it wasn't from the moment when Ozzie was comforting Fizz after he got hit by Millie. So, while most likely there were other pictures before this, it may have only been recently that the slip-ups and suspicions really started kicking off; either that or Lust's inhabitants have a harder time seeing the signs of love between Fizz and Ozzie compared to demons from other rings. :/ Plus, the members of Ozzie's staff seemed shocked that they saw this display of affection between Fizz and Ozzie, so unless they just weren't use to them being so open about it, they really hadn't seen much indication that they were more than physical with each other. :/

*Sidenote: I love that Wally Wackford has an advertisement for wacky-waving inflatable flailing tube men. XD Nice Family Guy reference and on brand for Wally. ;) XD I also enjoy the Coppertone reference on the back on the newspaper. ^_^ XD

[deep-dive]

2023

albums/eps: a.s.o. - a.s.o. Amaarae - Fountain Baby Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - STROBE.RIP André 3000 - New Blue Sun ANOHNI and the Johnsons - My Back Was a Bridge for You to Cross Anthony Naples - Orbs bar italia - Tracey Denim Beach Fossils - Bunny Ben Vida, Yarn/Wire & Nina Dante - The Beat My Head Hit Beverly Glenn-Copeland - The Ones Ahead Biosphere - N-Plants Blonde Redhead - Sit Down for Dinner Bored Lord - Name It Call Super - Eulo Cramps Carly Rae Jepsen - The Loveliest Time Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E Cole Police - If I Don’t See You in the Future, I’ll See You in the Pasture Dean Blunt - Give me a moment DJ Lostboi - Music for Landings DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny Double Virgo - hardrive heat seeking Eartheater - Powders The Embassy - E-Numbers Everything But the Girl - Fuse Fever Ray - Radical Romantics Freak Heat Waves - Mondo Tempo Headache - The Head Hurts but the Heart Knows the Truth Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water: Music for Film 1995-2005 Jam City - Jam City Presents EFM James Ivy - Everything Perfect Jessy Lanza - Love Hallucination Jim Legxacy - homeless n****a pop music Joanne Robertson - Blue Car Jonnine - Maritz Kelela - Raven Khotin - Release Spirit Kota Hoshino, Shoi Miyazawa - Armored Core VI OST Laurel Halo - Atlas Loraine James - Gentle Confrontation Maria BC - Spike Field mark william lewis - Living Matmos - Return to Archive MIZU - Distant Intervals ML Buch - Suntub Noriko Tujiko - Crépuscule I & II Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2 Oneohtrix Point Never - Again Osmotic & Fennesz - Senzatetto Pierre Rousseau - Mémoire De Forme Purelink - Signs Ryuichi Sakamoto - 12 Sofia Courtesies - Madres ssaliva - sector6park/counterfeit Sufjan Stevens - Javelin Tim Hecker - No Highs Tirzah - trip9love…??? Wild Nothing - Hold Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) µ-Ziq - 1977 7038634357 - Neo Seven

songs: a.s.o. - Love in the Darkness Addison Rae - I got it bad Alex Kassian - Leave Your Life (Lonely Hearts Mix) Amaarae - Reckless & Sweet Amnesia Scanner & Freeka Tet - Clown André - Ants To You, Gods To Who ? ANOHNI and the Johnsons - Can’t ANOHNI and the Johnsons - It Must Change Anthony Naples - Silas Armin van Buuren & Punctual - On & On (ft. Alina) bambinodj - High as Ever Still Passin' Through (Remix) bar italia - Nocd Baths - Do I Make the World Worse Beach Fossils - Don’t Fade Away Beverly Glenn-Copeland - People of the Loon Bibio & Óskar Guðjónsson - Sunbursting Björk & Rosalía - Oral Blawan - Toast Bored Lord - Wait Wait Wait bvdub - Days on Heaven and Earth Call Super - Coppertone Elegy Carly Rae Jensen - Psychedelic Switch Caroline Polachek - Bunny Is a Rider (Doss Remix) Caroline Polachek - Crude Drawing of an Angel Chuquimamani-Condori - Eat My Cum Chuquimamani-Condori - Know Dean Blunt - Rinsed (ft. TYSON) Dj Lostboi - PUF 2 LAX DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - For Now and Forever Double Virgo - gainfully deployed EASYFUN - Long Long Time The Embassy - Amnesia ESP - North Fever Ray - Kandy Freak Heat Waves & Cindy Lee - In a Moment Divine Fwea-Go Hit - Back Wildin Headache - That Thing with the Rabbit Headache - Truism 4 Dummies Hemlocke Springs - sever the blight Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Demuro Ike - Rose Quartz Jam City - Magnetic James K & hoodie - Ether Jessy Lanza - Don’t Cry On My Pillow Jim Legxacy - amnesia111 Jim Legxacy - candy reign (!) Jonnine - Tea For Two (Boo) Kelela - Divorce Khotin - Computer Break (Late Mix) Kylie Minogue - Hold on to Now Laurel Halo, Bendik Giske, Lucy Railton & James Underwood - Earthbound Loraine James - Tired of Me Lorenzi - Lonely Cowboy Tales (Crayon Moon Remix) LSDXOXO - Devil’s Chariot Maria BC - Still Maria BC - Watcher mark william lewis - Living Mc LcKaiique, MC Celo BK & DJ Jeeh FDC - Quem Tá de Motão, Vou Sarrar Puta Na Marcone (ft. DJ Biel Divulga) ML Buch - High speed calm air tonight Nation & Ecco2k - Ça Va Nicole Dollanganger - Gold Satin Dreamer Nourished by Time - Rain Water Promise Oliver Coates - One Without Oneohtrix Point Never - Krumville Purelink - We Should Keep Going Shoi Miyazawa - Rough and Decent Slayyyter - Miss Belladonna Sufjan Stevens - Shit talk Tim Hecker - Total Garbage Tirzah - u all the time Troye Sivan - Got Me Started Wild Nothing - Suburban Solutions Yves Tumor - Echolalia Yves Tumor - Fear Evil Like Fire µ-Ziq - 4am

mixes: CFCF - CFCF for TERMINAL 27 Chuquimamani-Condori - Fact Mix 937 PC Music - 10 Physical Therapy - car culture remissions vol. 4 plush - LIVE AT SKSKSKSK S-candalo - Fact Mix 897 WHY BE - OdyXxey Radio Mix

movies: Afire (Christian Petzold) All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras) E6-D7 (Eno Swinnen) Evil Dead Rise (Lee Cronin) Grown in Darkness (Devin Shears) How Do You Live? (Hayao Miyazaki) The Killer (David Fincher) Killers of the Flower Moon (Martin Scorsese) Knock at the Cabin (M. Night Shyamalan) Last Summer (Catherine Breillat) May December (Todd Haynes) Oppenheimer (Christopher Nolan) The Outwaters (Robbie Banfitch) Rotting in the Sun (Sebastián Silva) Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt) The Zone of Interest (Jonathan Glazer)

games: Alan Wake II Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon Baldur’s Gate III Blasphemous II Diablo IV Humanity Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Lies of P Metroid Prime Remastered Octopath Traveler II Pikmin 4 Star Ocean: The Second Story R Super Mario Bros. Wonder Theatrhythm Final Bar Line Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty

[roadsidepeek]

Sometimes you wonder What you came here for The 35 foot tall Coppertone sign has been gracing the area since 1959. The sign was partially decapitated or at least the hair was partially gone after Hurricane Irma, since restored. Miami FL #roadsidepeek #roadside #coppertone #miami #florida #worldinmyeyes https://www.instagram.com/p/Crw1e6apa0P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[maguro13-2]

Hilda : If I can't think about my hot pants, then I'm about think about it til I sort this problem! I really need to think about it and sit down.

*Hilda sits on the see saw too hard*

Pikachu : Great Scott! I'M FLYING , HEEEEELP!!! *Freezes+grunts*

*A satellite bursts through Pikachu*

Hilda : Uhhh, oops.

*alternate take*

Hilda : Oh well, I might as well think about it and sit down.

Pikachu : Screw you and your cakes!

*hits the see-saw too hard that sends her flying*

Hilda : OH, NOOOOOOOOO!

*Goes into a big plane*

Hilda : Woohoo I'm saved! *Quack*

*Realizing that she's in a military aircraft*

Hilda : Uh-oh. *Surge approaches*

Lt Surge : Get off my plane!

*Kick*

Hilda : WOAH!

*holds up sign : YELP!*

[Metamorphoser by Junichi Masuda]

*ZOOM*

Hilda : *falling* AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! HELP! I'M. FALLING IN THE SKY!

Misty : HOLY COW! SHE'S FALLING TO THE GROUND! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Somebody do something!

Hilda : I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I can't watch!

Dawn : Hilda! Hilda! You're gonna have to land at a safe point!

Hilda : What safe point!?

Dawn : You have to use your cakes and make a safe landing! And whatever, you do, don't hurt yourself on your landing!

Hilda : Will this be good enough!?

Dawn : Not exactly that much of a safe landing point.

Bianca : Don't you know anything about safe landing with your bum all the time?

Brock : Not exactly as Cops : Jenny Edition starts til 4.

Hilda : I'm gonna make it? I'm gonna make it! I can't believe that I'm actually doing it! I'm really gonna make it! *Laughs triumphantly* Victory is--!

*DBZ SFX: Energy Explosion+Wave*

Hilda : I did it. My cakes did come in handy, I'm saved!

Gloria : (with a goofy voice) Nice landing with your ass, Unova girl! Also...I would like to ask anyone who can find my spleen.

Dawn : That was some nice landing for you, Hilda! Great work on that cake landing thing!

Hilda : Heh. It was too worth it, my cakes have been a lot of power since they've grown stronger each day. I wonder how I have been eating those candies?

Dawn : Beats me! Some say that having cakes is what you bake, and that's how are we gonna take. Also, not to go easy bake on your bum, but there's a catastrophe that you caused pointing with my thumb!

*the world is in chaos caused by Hilda's mistakes*

*people screaming and panicking*

Hilda: Oh, shucks! I over did it! This is not what I did to bake my cake! Darn it!

Misty : Oh, we spoke too soon about the stuff that happens.

*Imaginary scenario ends*

Hilda : I told you before guys. My butt is not fat! And it's worse than you think. So that is why...I'm wearing Bike Shorts for the next semester this week!

May/Haruka : Why would that be a problem to not having your sizes?

Hilda : Isn't it obvious? I realized what deep stuff that we are in today, I having minor situations about body porporations, see my pants, my bum can totally fit in and besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?

*RIPPING*

Kid from Ned's Declassified : I got her cheesy everything!

May/Haruka : *gasp* Hilda! Look at your self!

Hilda : Huh? *looks down on herself and reveals to be naked*

*SFX : Boing*

Hilda : EHHH!?! My clothes!

Dawn : Cover your shame!

Hilda : Hey! That kid stole my clothes! Oh...This is so humiliating! I'm calling the manager to get me a fresh pair of clothing. Hopefully my bum is not too big and bright.

Misty : Which is why your bum is tanning it on my face.

*sizzling*

Misty : And it's burning my eyes.

Hilda : Like I even care about that! Also, my buns are burning, would anyone put me some sunscreen? I really need to put on some coppertone sun screen.

Trainer Black : *looking at Hilda's ass* Hot Dog!

*SMACK*

Hilda : YAAAH!

*later shows a hand mark on Hilda's butt cheeks*

Hilda : Why did I even think about having sunburns like this nowadays?

[theoffbeatdrummer]

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[rauthschild]

Press-ganging and involuntary conscription have been illegal and unlawful for over two hundred years, just as slavery and peonage have both been abolished worldwide since 1926.

Yet all these evils continue unabated in the modern world.

Joseph R. Biden, the President of a foreign Municipal Corporation residing in the District of Columbia, is issuing Executive Orders that clear the way to illegally conscript Americans under the same False Legal Presumptions used during World War II, Korea, and Vietnam conflicts.

According to the secret accords recently uncovered between the US CORP and the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) it is apparent that these renegade corporations are colluding against the national interests of both the Ukraine and Russia. These commercial organizations have been promoting an illegal proxy war in Ukraine, and are now preparing to openly engage because their proxy war has failed.

It is also apparent that these activities by the CCP are an attempt to evade China's obligations under the Sino-Russian mutual defense pact. The most likely results will be continued war in the Ukraine and a civil war in China with or without Russian intervention --- and great international distress worldwide.

The United States of North America, our unincorporated Federation of States, objects to this unlawful activity on the part of these municipal and commercial corporations and calls upon the Principals responsible to take appropriate action in their respective jurisdictions to defund and otherwise forestall these actions.

We now know that our military was unlawfully converted into a foreign mercenary force back in the 1860's, and so, the criminality of the so-called "Selective Service" is made apparent.

Can GMC or Raytheon or Berkshire-Hathaway or Exxon roll up to anyone's door and demand that they enlist as a mercenary?

No, they cannot.

When the US, INC. or the USA, Inc. comes knocking, they, too, are merely corporations. The only difference is that they have been operating under color of law and abusing the appearance of governmental authority for a long time.

The Perpetrators pretend that they are addressing their own citizenry---that is, Municipal citizens of the United States mischaracterized as THINGS, corporate franchises with names written in Dog Latin, hence, "Dog Tags".

This is why a soldier's name is written in all capital letters, with their last name first, and first name last. They have been dehumanized and reduced to the level of objects.

There is no law against lying to, killing, or abusing a corporate franchise.

If you are an Autochthonous American, you have no obligation to any Municipal Corporation --- instead, they have obligations owed to you, which they are not only not fulfilling, but are actively evading.

It's time everyone worldwide understands this.

The Perpetrators, foreign municipal and commercial corporation personnel, come to our doors and our schools under the pretense of being our government. They subourn commercial service contracts under color of law. Later, when they want to promote a new Mercenary Conflict, they enforce these purloined and misrepresented service contracts.

Anyone who wises up and refuses to participate is labeled a "draft dodger" and prosecuted as a criminal.

Joe Biden is ordering his corporation's employees and dependents to get ready for yet another Mercenary Conflict.

The Selective Service (Corporation) puts out deceptive ads disguised as Public Service Announcements, telling young men and women that they have to sign up for "Selective Service" -- that is, the Draft, and telling them that if they don't sign up for Selective Service, they will be unable to receive college loans.

These ads and publications by the Selective Service (Corporation) never disclose the fact that by enrolling, these young Black, Brown and Coppertone people are unknowingly volunteering for foreign mercenary service.

We have found that the majority of Selective Service materials have been printed in Puerto Rico, at the same location that printed the bulk of Internal Revenue Service documents, none of which carry OMB numbers. This is because they are not official government forms.

They are only made to look like official government documents for purposes of deceit and commercial advantage.

These are scams. These are dirty, dishonest, coercive "voluntary enslavement" rackets that the Municipal Corporations have used to entrap the Autochthonous people in this country since the 1930's.

They use the Territorial and Municipal Post Offices to promote their scams in violation of Universal Postal Union regulations, and they use the public airwaves to promote their activities via radio and television ads.

Our young people are owed full disclosure.

First, they must know and be told that they are not obligated to sign up with Selective Service. Anyone telling them that they have to sign up or must sign up is engaged in coercion and misrepresentation.

When Federal or Federal State-of-State Employees engage in this activity, it takes on the additional character of racketeering under force and color of law.

Our Autochthonous young people are owed all the nasty facts related to "Selective Service", especially the fact that if they enroll, they are signing a contract obligating them to serve as foreign mercenaries and agreeing to risk their lives for a fraction, usually about one-fifth, of the pay that commercial mercenaries normally receive.

They should know that their prospective employer is not their government.

Most of all, they should know that there is precious little defence of their country involved.

Instead, they will be employed as thugs going into other countries and terrorizing the local people to expedite theft of natural resources, artifacts, and whatever else the criminals running the District of Columbia crave.

There's no honor in performing this service, though a great many honorable men have been fooled and coerced into performing it.

Entire generations of Americans have been deceived by these foreign press ganging and conscription operations, but we are not asleep any longer.

Americans have slogged through Mercenary Conflict after Mercenary Conflict, convinced that they were acting with just cause and defending their country in time of "war", but they have been deceived.

It's our erring British Territorial Subcontractor that is a democracy, not our country, not our actual government.

Our country hasn't fielded an Army or engaged in a declared War since The War of 1812.

Everything else that has gone on since then has been a series of ugly commercial conflicts misrepresented as "wars".

We consider the activities of the Selective Service (Corporation) to be a criminal form of commercial and international fraud, resulting in press-ganging, enslavement, racketeering, and ultimately, war profiteering under color of law.

We consider that the undisclosed and misrepresented nature of these Selective Service contracts renders them null and void. Any court, foreign or domestic, and any local Draft Board enforcing these purported service contracts is an accomplice to the crimes herein described.

[interview-project]

Advertising

Naomi felt from the beginning of the conversation about ads that she would not have very much to say. One billboard that she could remember from her childhood was for Coppertone. She remembered that they would drive past it on the way to school in the mornings, and she always thought it was “a bit, um, I don’t know … just kinda goofy? You know what I mean.” She noted that originally, the ads were to help you tan and soak up the sun, but now the ads are to protect you from the sun. 

Below is a vintage coppertone ad, similar to the one that Naomi recalled. Original image source here.

Her grandmother lived in Illinois growing up, and she lived in Oklahoma. Often, her family would drive to visit her. Along the way, she and her siblings would spot Burma Shave signs. She said that as they got more familiar with the journey, they began to know how much longer they would have on the drive. “I think that, um, usually, well what I remember anyway, they would rhyme, and my brother’s favorite one, and I don’t know if this was on the way to our grandmother’s house, but it said something like … oh, let me think a minute, I think it was about how if you haven’t gone far, you won’t know what the signs are. Or something like that.” Naomi also recalled that she and her siblings would play the alphabet game with signs on the road, but that they weren’t fans of I Spy. Now, Naomi plays the alphabet game with her granddaughters when they visit St. Louis.

Below is an image of the Burma Shave signs that Naomi recalled. Image source here.

She did recall a few taglines and jingles. She recalled the Dinah Shore jingle, “See the U.S.A. in Your Chevrolet” and a butter ad. She couldn’t recall which company it was for, but she was able to sign it for me. “It looks like it cooks like the high price spread, it tastes like it too when you eat it on bread! I remember that one very well, and I can’t remember what butter it was for, but I still get it stuck in my head sometimes. Drives me nuts!” 

She remembers looking through both the Sears Roebuck and Montgomery Ward catalogs. She would focus on the clothes, because she mostly wore hand-me-downs at the time and getting new clothes was a big deal. She never got anything from the catalogs, but she was able to recall that her mother would order a special type of tights with the seam down the back of the leg.

Below is an image of an ad from a Sears Roebuck catalog that her mother may have seen. Original image source here.

She finds ads to be invasive these days. She hates seeing ads when she is scrolling through Facebook especially. She gets a lot of junk mail that she usually just tosses. Usually she is able to watch TV without ads, but when she does she finds that they feel like they go on longer than the show does. 

[enderockz]

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[vivilove-jonsa]

Can I do a combo of prompts? Lemonade stand + underwear? You can totally choose one or the other btw!

Hello, my dear, and thank you for the prompt from this post. It took me a bit to come up with something and I settled on a 50s AU for the aesthetic of it. I hope you like it alright. And instead of underwear, it's more like lemonade stand and bikini 😉

**

A lazy afternoon in the summer of ’59, Mother’s got a headache and has asked Sansa to keep the boys outside and out of trouble. (No one has to be asked to keep Sansa out of trouble. She’s never in any. And of course, Robb and Arya have escaped off to somewhere else while Daddy’s still at his office.)

After Sansa had nixed tree climbing and setting off cherry bombs as entertainment, Bran and Rickon had begrudgingly agreed to a lemonade stand. Sansa suspected they were mostly interested for the sake of getting to drink as much lemonade as they can hold and she’s proven correct. They disappeared to the backyard twenty minutes ago.

This was not the plan today.

The plan was Sansa and her best friend in their brand new bikinis laying out front to paint their toenails, listen to the transistor radio and work on their tans where boys might notice them.

Admittedly, there were a couple of flaws in that plan.

One, Sansa Stark doesn’t tan. She burns and freckles. No matter how much Coppertone she slathers on, she’s never going to tan like Jeyne.

And two, no boys have seemed to notice them so far. Just grody old Mr. Baelish from down the block. He’s driven past Sansa’s house four times now in the past hour. He makes her skin crawl.

The only so-called boy who’s even around to notice them in fact is Sansa’s next door neighbor Jon Snow who is currently cutting the grass at his house and making it hard to hear Little Richard belting out ‘Tutti Frutti.’

Jon and Robb used to play together when they were younger but somewhere along the way their interests diverged. Robb wears his letterman’s jacket and always has football on the brain. Jon’s got a leather jacket and a motorcycle.

His father’s never been around, his mother’s gone a lot. He smokes cigarettes and Sansa’s seen some of the crowd he hangs around with at school. Mother says he’s probably trouble. (And good girls like Sansa probably shouldn’t want to be noticed by a boy like that, right?)

But he also has the dreamiest eyes, dreamier than Ricky Nelson’s. He used to call her Red when they were younger and she used to think it was cute. (She might still think it’s cute if he still called her that.)

He wears his curls slicked back and pops the collar of his leather jacket before he revs his motorcycle loudly a few times every morning when he’s heading off to school. (Of course, Sansa’s only noticed because Robb drives her and they usually leave the same time. It’s not like she’s that interested in what Jon Snow does even if he’s a little like James Dean and Marlon Brando rolled into one.)

Anyway, here she sits, feeling quite conspicuous in her red and white polka dot bikini, at a lemonade stand like she’s still twelve or something, abandoned by her little brothers and even Jeyne who’d said she’d go get some magazines for them to look at once they’d been saddled with the babysitting but hasn’t returned yet. She feels more than a little sorry for herself. At least the stand is in a shady spot and she’s no longer on the verge of getting good and sunburnt.

“Hey, Red. How much for a glass?”

She whirls around to find Jon Snow is right behind her, sweaty in his jeans and white tee with little bits of grass clippings sticking to his muscled forearms. She hadn’t even noticed the mower shutting off. (He called her Red, too.)

“A nickel for a glass,” she says, reciting what Bran had painstakingly spelled out on the spare bit of cardboard she’d found for a sign and attached to the front of her parents’ card table. Why is she blushing?

He smirks and starts digging in his front pocket.

“But it’s free for you!”

He stops digging and raises his eyebrows.

“I mean…you’re our neighbor and you’ve been working hard and…there’s no charge.” She can feel the blush deepening and wonders if the sun and heat might be blamed. Probably not.

“My lucky day,” he hums, helping to ease her embarrassment. “Are you going to be selling lemonade out here every day?”

“No,” she laughs. “Bran and Rickon got bored and kind of left me with it so…” She stops her rambling, picks up her mother’s pitcher and pours him a glass. “Here you go.”

She hands it over and their fingers brush together sending little jolts of electricity all through her. Their eyes are locked and she can feel her cheeks tugging upward to form a smile that matches his. He really does have the dreamiest eyes and she doesn’t care if he rides a motorcycle or smokes cigarettes. Maybe he’s a little bit of trouble but maybe Sansa might enjoy a little trouble in her life. Always being the good girl has its drawbacks, too.

He brings the glass up to his lips (he has very full and pouty lips) and tips it back. She watches the way his throat bobs as he drinks, the way the sweat on his skin glistens even in the shady spot where the stand sits. He drinks the entire glass down without pause. A trickle of the liquid escapes his mouth and goes streaking down his chin and neck. He’ll be all sticky there. Sansa turns her head to lick her lips and touch her brow. What has come over her?

“Mmmm…that’s sweet and tart, just the way it should be,” he says, smacking his lips as he sets the glass back down on the table.

“Thanks. I made it myself.”

“I figured. I’m not sure I’d want to try anything your brothers made. They’re busy digging holes in your backyard at the moment by the way.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Unless your dad was wanting to put in a golf course back there, I’m not sure what the purpose is.”

“They’re…they…OH!”

She races off around back to catch the two felons hard at work digging holes for…reasons? She scolds them both until they apologize and promise to fill the holes at once. Sansa assures them if they’ll do that it can be their little secret. No need to bother Mother and her headache with it.

She hurries back out front to see if Jon has returned to his yard, secretly hoping he hasn’t.

He hasn’t. He’s still there.

“Did you want some more lemonade?” she asks, trying to think of a reason to keep him there.

“Nah, I…” He looks around, reaches up towards the collar of his tee and lets his hand drop just as quick. He gives her a shy grin. “I didn’t know if you wanted some company at your stand. I saw that creep driving by earlier when you girls were out and I thought…I could stick around for a bit…if you wanted.”

She nods and thanks him, telling him she’d love to have his company while they wait for Bran and Rickon to come take back over. Of course, her little brothers aren’t coming to take back over. They’re busy filling in holes in the backyard. They’ve forgotten all about the lemonade stand.

Sure enough, Mr. Baelish’s Chevy does make a return trip down the street a few minutes later. But Jon stands up when it does, stands right in front of where she’s sitting. She doesn’t know if Jon makes any gestures or just glares but the Chevy speeds on past and doesn’t return.

And when Jeyne returns at long last with her stack of magazines, her eyes boggle at the sight of Jon Snow still sitting next to Sansa at the stand and the two of them talking and laughing.

Sansa wonders how shocked her friend might be when she tells her that she’s got a date with him Saturday night.

[rockislandadultreads]

Dystopian Science Fiction: Recommendations 

An Ocean of Minutes by Thea Lim

In this novel America is in the grip of a deadly flu pandemic. When Frank catches the virus, his girlfriend Polly will do whatever it takes to save him—even if it means risking everything. When she finds out there’s a company that has invented time travel, she agrees to a radical contract: if she signs up for a one-way-trip into the future to work as a bonded laborer, the company will pay for the life-saving treatment Frank needs. Polly promises to meet Frank again in Galveston, Texas, where she will arrive in twelve years. But when Polly is re-routed an extra five years into the future, Frank is nowhere to be found. Alone in a transformed and divided America, with no status and no money, Polly must navigate a new life and find a way to locate Frank, to determine if he is alive, and if their love has endured. An Ocean of Minutes is a gorgeous and heartbreaking story that paints an intimate portrait of endurance and complexity of human relationships and the cost of holding onto the past—and the price of letting it go.

Blackfish City by Sam J. Miller

After the climate wars, a floating city is constructed in the Arctic Circle, a remarkable feat of mechanical and social engineering, complete with geothermal heating and sustainable energy. The city’s denizens have become accustomed to a roughshod new way of living, however, the city is starting to fray along the edges—crime and corruption have set in, the contradictions of incredible wealth alongside direst poverty are spawning unrest, and a new disease called “the breaks” is ravaging the population. When a strange new visitor arrives—a woman riding an orca, with a polar bear at her side—the city is entranced. The “orcamancer,” as she’s known, very subtly brings together four people—each living on the periphery—to stage unprecedented acts of resistance. By banding together to save their city before it crumbles under the weight of its own decay, they will learn shocking truths about themselves. Blackfish City is a remarkably urgent—and ultimately very hopeful—novel about political corruption, organized crime, technology run amok, the consequences of climate change, gender identity, and the unifying power of human connection.

The Resisters by Gish Jen

The time: a not-so-distant future. The place: AutoAmerica. The land: half under water. The Internet—the new face of government—is "Aunt Nettie": a mix of artificial intelligence, surveillance technology, and pesky maxims. The people have been divided, and no one is happy. The angel-fair "Netted" still have jobs and literally occupy the high ground, while the mostly coppertoned "Surplus" live on swampland if they're lucky, on the water if they're not.     The story: To a Surplus couple—he was a professor, she's still a lawyer—is born a Blasian girl with a golden arm. At two, Gwen is hurling her stuffed animals from the crib; by ten she can hit whatever target she likes with a baseball; her teens find her playing happily in an underground Surplus league. When AutoAmerica re-enters the Olympics—with a special eye on beating ChinRussia—Gwen attracts interest. Soon she's at Net U, falling in love with her coach and considering "crossing over," even as her mother is challenging the AutoAmerican Way with lawsuits that will prove very dangerous.     An astonishing story of an America that seems only too possible, and of a family struggling to maintain its humanity in circumstances that threaten their every value—even their very existence.

Hazards of Time Travel by Joyce Carol Oates

An ingenious, dystopian novel of one young woman’s resistance against the constraints of an oppressive society, from the inventive imagination of Joyce Carol Oates “Time travel” — and its hazards—are made literal in this astonishing new novel in which a recklessly idealistic girl dares to test the perimeters of her tightly controlled (future) world and is punished by being sent back in time to a region of North America — “Wainscotia, Wisconsin”—that existed eighty years before.  Cast adrift in time in this idyllic Midwestern town she is set upon a course of “rehabilitation”—but cannot resist falling in love with a fellow exile and questioning the constrains of the Wainscotia world with results that are both devastating and liberating.   Arresting and visionary, Hazards of Time Travel  is both a novel of harrowing discovery and an exquisitely wrought love story that may be Joyce Carol Oates’s most unexpected novel so far.

[rolandopujol]

Today is National Florida Day, but I’ve been celebrating the Sunshine States for weeks now on my page. To mark the occasion, I’m sharing one of my favorite Florida signs — and essays:  “When I was a kid visiting my grandma Luisa in the Miami of the “Miami Vice” era, we’d drive in our Ford station wagon from our motel in the Surfside neighborhood of Miami Beach — and over the causeway to grandmother’s house we’d go. We’d amble down Biscayne Boulevard for the final stretch, and sure enough, there she was, not far from grandma’s place: The pig-tailed Coppertone Girl, the cocker spaniel tugging at her shorts, exposing her tan line. The sign used to say “Don’t Be a Paleface” and “Tan — Don’t Burn.” She’d been there since 1959. But by 1991, that message was all shades of wrong -- politically incorrect and decidedly health unconscious, so the brand’s parent company wanted to junk it. Not so fast, preservationists said. They managed to save it from the side of the doomed Parkleigh House, itself soon reduced to rubble. She sat in a Hialeah warehouse for a few years before resurfacing on the side of an office tower on West Flagler Street. But her time there would end unhappily, too. Swipe for a photo showing the rough shape she was in when I visited in 2006. But the love Miamians have for this sign is second perhaps only to the worship of the sun, sand and sea. So she was saved again, moved not far from her original location, back on Biscayne Boulevard. And then, in 2017, a near tragedy struck — Hurricane Irma decapitated her. Her head went missing for a while — a plea went out to help find it. Turns out, the iconic noggin was trapped behind the rest of the sign. Thankfully, she was restored and even improved — an unsightly seam under her nose was erased. Today, the @coppertoneusa Cutie, as she is called, forever 3 years old and 3 stories tall, towers over Biscayne Boulevard. Miami has changed a lot since my family trips of yore — grandma is long gone and much missed — but it’s comforting to know the Coppertone Girl is still with us. #retrologist (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfKqL9FDDF/?igshid=1g9uwozczbwud

[bringmoreknives]

hi vyn 💜 how about fast times at barrington high for the album asks :)

HI SOPHIAAAA YOU KNOW ME SO WELLLLL

the first song from this album I heard: about a girl do I own the album?: NO..... no one ever sells it on discogs i cry my favorite song: oh my god this is SO hard. i think i have to go with coppertone my least favorite song: his girl friday a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: the test a song I used to like, but now don’t: about a girl my favorite lyric: "suddenly, we’re all running out of time,” or “right here / the best days of our lives / is this coincidence or a sign?” overall rating out of 10: 8.5 out of 10 oh my god SO fucking underrated

//send me an album and i’ll do this!

[21vintagestreet-marketplace]

Star Coppertone Necklace Set – Including Bracelet & Clip on Earrings – Designer Signed Parure – Mid Century Modern http://dlvr.it/RQSdWm http://dlvr.it/RQSdWm

[theoffbeatdrummer]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Signed Patricia Locke Vintage Clip On Button Earrings NEW.