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ducktracy · 4 years

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54. the organ grinder (1933)

release date: april 8th, 1933

series: merrie melodies

director: rudolf ising

starring: n/a

don’t worry, the cartoon isn’t as terrifying as the title lets on (you can imagine my surprise when i briefly forgot what an organ grinder was, thinking this was going to be a cartoon about a hungry cannibal or something LOL). we follow the antics of the organ grinder and his monkey, entertaining the citizens of the street.

an italian man and his monkey prowl the streets of the city, the man grinding away at the organ while the monkey bounds around, chattering. an offscreen whistle calls the attention of the monkey, who scales a lamppost to meet the source of the sound. a woman is sticking her head out of her apartment window, holding a coin. the monkey takes off his hat with his tail and graciously accepts the coin, sliding back down the lamppost to his master.

as typical for a merrie melody, the man launches into “the organ grinder” (i can’t seem to find a commercial recording—sorry!) while his monkey partner continues to run around him.

the monkey comes across a hanging bunch of bananas outside of a store front, and helps himself. love this gag of the monkey peeking the banana with zippers, edible banana grams! i always got bored with the game itself, i just liked the banana holding all of the letter pieces LOL.

while the duo traipse down the streets, we get an inside look of one of the apartments. a woman is washing a giant sweater that’s defined to look like it suits a burly man, her “what a man!” asserting that hypothesis. she overhears the organ grinder and sings some bars herself—i love her belty, raspy singing voice! she’s rather large, so it fits. i also love that above shot of the streets. is that beautiful or what? these hand painted backgrounds just can’t be beat. i appreciate the UPA style a lot, but i wish looney tunes had kept the lush backgrounds as they entered the 50s!

another woman across from her grabs a coin and signals for the monkey to come to her, the organ grinder urging him on. there are some very fun visuals of the monkey scaling the towering building, using curtains to propel himself upward. these are the kinds of things i’d imagine myself doing as a kid, using household items as creative devices to swing upward and do whatever, so i’m always glad to see stuff like this—glad to know i’m not the only one who thought about that!

the monkey makes his way to the woman and accepts the coin, stuffing it in his pocket and tipping his hat. he jumps into a pair of underwear hanging on the clothesline and reels himself forward to the voluptuous woman from before, and accepts her tip. i’ll always say this, but the music is beautifully jazzy and upbeat! they always did a good job of making each merrie melody an earworm (well... save for one step ahead of my shadow. i read that buddy the gob is a remake/recycle of that, so that’ll be... interesting to see. also friz freleng’s first independent directorial credit).

to get down, the monkey climbs onto a pair of hanging socks, which tears beneath his weight. he plummets to the ground, a few awnings breaking his fall as he bounces beneath them, finally landing in a pair of pajamas that he gets out by unbuttoning the butt flap. the gags and the animation are so fun and imaginative! these are all the things i dreamed of doing as a kid. very nice to watch!

hurrying back to the organ grinder, the monkey gives him the coins he collected to put in the cup, prompting the organ grinder to pinch his cheeks. i should add that the monkey’s name is tony. that’s great LOL. nothing like an italian guy in new york city (or a facsimile of nyc) parading the streets with his monkey tony.

suddenly, a group of children crowd around the organ grinder. the organ grinder instructs tony to do some tricks, instructing him to dance and to shake his little can. tony shakes his ass in front of the children (love it), and the organ grinder quickly stops him (“what’s-a matta you?”) giving him the actual collection can for him to shake. there’s some fun animation of tony dancing to the organ music, cranking a nearby alley cat’s tail like an organ and prompting it to yowl out the notes of the song.

frightened by the cat’s hissing, the monkey (i don’t know if i have it in me to keep calling him tony) runs by a nearby thrift store. he spots a mannequin and plucks off its wig and puts it on, making a caricature of harpo marx. certainly an interesting first harpo marx caricature!

he then rushes to a nearby harp and plucks the strings, pulling a string that sends him rocketing through the air. he uses his tail as a spring (good) and hops back over to the crowd of kiddies, who applaud him.

first caricatures of laurel and hardy! another looney tunes favorite to caricature, especially hardy. he’d even be portrayed as a pig in a few cartoons, such as the case of the stuttering pig (evidently a relative of porky’s), you ought to be in pictures (ACTUALLY porky disguising himself as hardy), and the timid toreador (once again porky, the gag thrown completely out of nowhere LOL). the monkey transforms his face into laurel and then hardy.

interest lost with caricatures, the monkey turns his attention to a piano, swiping the keys with his tail. he hops on the stool and plays the piano, the children of the street singing “the organ grinder” (complete with a baby singing a verse in a bass voice. a standard goodie). another piano comes into view, and the monkey plays the dueling pianos with his hands and feet, very impressive! i could barely play ONE piano without quitting after a few years of lessons, let alone two.

now the monkey launches into “42nd street”, sitting on an accordion, beating a drum with his tale, and playing a clarinet. the song 42nd street would be used in a few cartoons (such as daffy running amuck with a paintbrush in daffy doodles). 42nd street was a popular musical that birthed a few songs you may have heard of: we’re in the money, lullaby on broadway, young and healthy, shuffle off to buffalo... three of those would all be merrie melodies, too.

like anyone would, the monkey gets carried away by the spirit of the song. he ends up hijacking a car, running into a fruit stand and eventually into a music shop (where the organ grinder narrowly avoids being crushed).

the monkey comes out on top, his car now tricked out with various instruments. the organ grinder pops up in the backseat and grinds his organ as they parade through the streets, playing music for all to hear. iris out.

for a relatively plotless cartoon, this one was really enjoyable! the music was very catchy (the organ grinding was a little hard on the ears, but the jazz score was fantastic) and the gags were fun, fresh, and crisply animated. there was a lot of personality in this cartoon, and celebrity caricatures are always a plus! very enjoyable, i’d recommend a watch!

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intubatedangel · 5 years

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The Doctor and his Patient Nurse - Intermission 1

The lock clicked open quietly, then the door swung open silently on high quality hinges. The led lights came on, then dimmed as the dial was turned down low. They stepped into the spacious apartment, taking off their coats and hanging them in a closet by the door. It was something they’d done so many times that it was almost ritual.

Anna smiled as she looked around. She’d stayed here so many times over the last 6 months it was almost a second home to her. Without even considering it, she started towards the couch that sat in front of the 50-inch wall mounted tv. But a gentle yet firm hand landed on her shoulder. She looked back at Carl. He seemed to have become nervous, almost hesitant, in the 20 minutes since their conversation on the stair case.

“Come on.” He murmured, leading her towards the bedroom. She followed, as she had many times before, but he’d always been much more confident. It was as if he was a virgin school boy, filled with anxiety at the prospect of his first time. She noticed the keys still in his hand, normally he would have hung them up beside the door. She no longer knew what to think.

The bedroom was much like the rest of the apartment. Spacious, with a chest of drawers, one of which had already become hers and a walk-in wardrobe. There was plenty of room to move around the bed.

Carl paused, breathing deeply. “Is everything ok?” Anna asked him, stepping around to look at his face. He looked down at her, and she could see the heat rising in his cheeks.

He seemed to take a moment, struggling to come to a decision, like he had on the staircase, but it seemed so much more difficult, as if there was no going back from what he was about to do. He reached down and took her hand, playing his thumb across her knuckles. He looked into her eyes. He was scared. Terrified. Whatever was going on in his head, it was deeply personal.

Anna reached up and pulled him closer, craning her neck back to kiss him softly on the lips. His eyes closed as he savoured the kiss, as if it might be the last time. Anna began to feel anxious herself. She’d never seen Carl like this. When they first met, he’d struck her as the cool and confident emergency doctor, it had even grated her initially. But then she’d found the gentle and tender part of him that lived behind the façade. As their relationship evolved, she’d discovered a solid core of strength, a man who took honour and loyalty seriously. Caring about his team wasn’t an act, but an integral part of him. Now she wondered if there was something even deeper than that.

Slowly his eyes opened again. He seemed to finally make the decision, much as he had on the stair case. His voice was thicker as he met her gaze once more. “Take a nice relaxing shower. I’ll get set up.” He gently pushed her towards the bathroom.

She stopped at her drawer to grab some underwear, glancing back to see Carl enter the walk-in wardrobe, then slipped into the en-suite bathroom. She turned on the shower, striping away her scrubs as the water warmed up. She tried to figure out what he meant by getting ‘set up’. She thought she hear the jangling of keys from the far side of the bedroom. A wave of tiredness slammed into her, her exertions and her worries stacking together to create a weight that threatened to drag her to the floor.

Lethargically, she stepped into the tub and under the stream of pleasantly hot water. Her legs tired, she ended up sinking into the tub, sitting on the bottom as the stream cascaded over her. Her head drooped, letting the water run down her back and shoulders. It was relaxing, she could feel her heart slowing as the ache in her muscles eased. She leaned back, exposing her front to the shower. She almost nodded off, but as water trickled into her mouth and run down toward her lungs, she coughed herself awake.

She leaned forward again, rubbing the water from her eyes, then stood up carefully in the tub. She quickly washed her hair, not bothering with conditioner. The she lathered up a sponge with soap and began to wash her body, concentrating on those regions most susceptible to sweat first. Having kept them smoothly waxed made to job quicker. Once her whole body was covered in the sweet-smelling lather, she let the shower wash it from her, taking the sweat and dirt with it.

She didn’t know how long she spent under the embrace of the shower but figured that Carl had finished his ‘set up’, whatever it may be. She turned off the stream, dashing water from her soft skin, now a soft pink, then stepped out of the tub. One of her favourite things about Carl’s place was his towels. They were huge beach towels but felt as soft as a cloud. She took one from the heated rail, wrapping it around herself. It felt decadently comfortable, a big hug from the fluffiest dog you could imagine.

She enjoyed it for a moment, then dried herself off. She’d draped her underwear on the towel rail, and a bath robe hung from each side. She pulled on the simplistic, practically under garments, feeling a degree of pleasure as the warmth encased her private areas. The bath robe was even better than the towel. Just as soft, and given they’d been sized for Carl, the hooded robe enveloped her. She could have happily curled up on the tiled floor and slept, but she didn’t want to worry Carl, or keep him waiting. She took a deep breath and eased open the door.

Carl was sat on a small stool by the side of the bed. She recognised it from the walk-in wardrobe. She also recognised what was sat on the bedside table next to him. A monitor. A patient monitor, with a 5-lead cable curled up next to it. Anna took a sharp breath in as she realised that was what he meant by getting set up.

Carl looked up at the noise, he was chewing on his lip, but a nervous smile flickered across his face anyway. He nodded to the bed, with pillows already arranged into a more upright position, and grabbed the ecg cable. “I told you we would see if anything was obviously wrong.”

Anna just stood there, her tired mind suddenly trying to start its engines and catch up. The thoughts crashed into one another. Why does he have a monitor? Well he is a Doctor, maybe it’s for research, or practice. But where did he get it from? It’s not the style we have at Memorial, so he probably didn’t steal it. The rational parts of her brain argued. Besides, there is that scary heart thing to consider, how about we just calm down and let him make sure we aren’t going to drop dead. Well fine, but a professional patient monitor is not something you would usually find in an apartment. A doctor’s apartment. Kinky Anna, rising from wherever she had been buried it during the day’s events, suddenly decided to add her voice to the pile up. GUYS! HE’S GOING TO GIVE US AN ECG!!

“Anna?” She flinched slightly as she noticed he had come over to her. “Still with me?” Carl asked, his smile gone, replaced by the concern pasted across his face.

“Yeah…” Her voice whispered out. She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Yeah, just tired and I wasn’t expecting…” She waved at the ecg.

Carl turned away, his shoulders seeming to stiffen a little. “Well, you seemed so worried. I figured, I had this, so why not see. Put you at ease.” He sat down, slumping slightly. He genuinely looked like a first timer who had just embarrassed himself. He wasn’t, Anna had 6 months of memories to attest to that. “I guess it seems a bit weird. If you don’t want to, I can…”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.” Anna blurted out before she could think. She walked around the bed and sat down in front of him. “It was a surprise. Not necessarily an unwelcome one.”

Carl perked up at that, his head cocked slightly to one side. Anna felt even more confused, tiredness starting to press on her again, so she made the decision to just roll with it. She settled herself on the bed, sinking into the pile of pillows. Her hands fumbled at the knot of the bathrobe, she started forward to get a better look, when Carl pressed her back with a firm hand.

“Just relax. I’ve got it.” The nervousness had left his voice. In fact, it had taken on the same tone he used in the hospital. A calm, measured tone. Caring and compassionate, but with a sense of granite hard authority. “We want a clear reading, so just relax.”

His dexterous hands slipped the knot in a mere moment, and he pulled the front of the robe to either side, exposing Anna’s mostly bare chest. He turned to grab the dangling cable. Skintact electrodes were already attached to the ends of each wire. Anna closed her eyes, trying to force her heart to relax. Yes, she’d had dreams about something like this. But she didn’t want to let on that she had a kink directly related to what she did for a job, especially to someone who worked with her.

She felt each foam electrode, the wet gel of the sensor slightly cooler, as Carl gently placed each of the five electrodes. One on each shoulder, one on either side of her slim and toned stomach, and one just beneath her bra, nestling under her right breast. She supressed a slight shiver. Not the time! She mentally shouted at her kinky side.

“Sorry, forgot to turn the heating up.” Carl said softly, arranging the leads to a point near her shoulder before folding the bathrobe back over her chest. She opened her eyes to look at him, but he was switching on the monitor. He’d turned the screen away from her and silenced the beeping. “Think of somewhere relaxing, OK. A beach or a nice warm bath. Forget the monitor. Forget I’m here. Just tell me when you feel totally relaxed.”

Anna closed her eyes. She pictured a beach, just like Carl had suggested. Golden sand, beautiful blue sky and crystal-clear water. She ignored the kinky monkey that was howling to be let out. “Ok.” She whispered, when she felt totally relaxed. Carl didn’t respond. Minutes seemed to pass in near silence. All she could hear was her own breathing.

“Damn…” Carl had breathed the word, it was barely even a whisper. Anna’s eyes snapped open, icy cold fear flooding her veins. He was transfixed by the monitor, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“What is it?” She asked quietly, the fear creeping into her voice. Carl seemed to jump slightly as he realised she was there.

“It’s beautiful.” His eyes wideneing as his mouth overtook his brain. He turned to her. “I mean…” The virgin school boy had abruptly returned. “It’s fine. Seriously.” He cleared his throat, and Doctor Carl was back. “QT interval is slightly prolonged, but still well within normal bounds. That’s easily explainable, given the day you’ve had. Other than that, your heart is perfect..ly fine.” Anna almost missed the little stumble, but Carl carried on before she could think about it. “A stress test or event monitoring would maybe be needed to be 100% certain. But from what I’m seeing, your heart is great. I don’t think you have anything to be worried about.”

Anna let out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. A flush of relief coursed through her, tense muscles relaxing into the soft bed. Carl said something, but she hadn’t been paying attention “Huh?”

“Do you want to see?” He asked again.

Anna laid there, immobilised by the question. The internal war restarted with a vengeance. No. What if he can tell we’re into it? We can’t risk it. He’ll think we’re a freak. Better to just say no, pretend it never happened. While the rational voices were arguing, Kinky Anna, who wanted nothing more than to be lying on a trauma bed, took the controls. She huskily breathed out a single word. “Yes.”

Carl gave that odd cocked head look again, but there was a lighter note to it, almost like hope. He reached up and grabbed the handle on top of the monitor, slowly turning it around. It was a painfully slow second as the monitor turned, the LCD hard to see until it was facing her.

And there it was. Her heart, or it’s electrical activity at least, bouncing gently across the screen. A perfect waveform, P, Q, R, S and T, all present and correct, even if T did lag behind by a few milliseconds. She watched as the monitor traced the beat, visualising what her little life pump was doing underneath her ribs. “Holy shit.” She breathed, transfixed much like Carl had been.

Kinky Anna had escaped her cage and was now running the asylum. She could picture herself on that trauma table, Carl’s hands pressing on her chest between defib pads and ecg electrodes. A tube down her throat, with a bag filling her lungs. The rough squiggle of v-fib on the monitor. She saw her heart skip on the monitor, felt the thunderclap of the compensatory beat. Heard the alarmed beep from the monitor as it registered the PVC. And she didn’t care. Her hand drifted towards her panties. And then Carl shattered the daydream.

“You’re into it too.” His voice was almost choked, like an actor receiving an Oscar they didn’t expect.

Anna gasped as reality slammed back. She realised she’d shown the most personal part of herself. The part of herself that she had barely even acknowledged. The part of herself that she had buried time and again. It was revealed. Thousands of voices shouted in her head, screaming alarm bells. Some wanted to run. Some wanted to just die right there and then. Then one voice rose above them all, like King Kong bellowing from atop the Empire State Building. TOO! HE SAID TOO!

Anna was trembling as she tore her eyes away from the monitor to look at Carl. The sandy haired doctor was grinning from ear to ear. She couldn’t speak. Her mouth was moving, but no words were coming to her mind. After a few seconds of embarrassing slack-jawedness, she simply nodded an affirmative.

Carl seemed to transform, the clenching tension that had infused him since their conversation on the staircase disappeared. In it’s place he became energised. “I never thought I’d find anyone else, not a real person. Not someone I can be myself with, both the professional and the other side.” He was practically buzzing with excitement. “I was so scared. I knew I might blow it, show myself and scare you off. But you were so scared. The Love of My Life, terrified. I couldn’t just palm you off on some random doctor, make you wait days for an appointment. Not when I had everything I needed to…”

He was silenced as Anna’s lips crashed into his. It was a breathless, chaotic, sensual, lustful, gentle kiss. Like nothing either of them had ever shared with someone before. A kiss that joined two completely bared souls, open and accepting with nothing left to hide. And then, with heavy breathing on both sides, and the frantic beeping of the monitor as it registered a rapid heart rate, they parted, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I love you too.” Anna whispered, the monitor going quiet as her heart settled. Carl smiled. A boyish grin. Not the dazzling yet cultivated smile he often used as part of his Doctor McDreamy repertoire. A real, honest, boyish grin that dazzled her more than the manufactured smile ever could. The monitor confirmed the effect of that grin, beeping again as Anna’s heart raced and skipped for that smile.

Carl stood, taking Anna’s hand and helping her up from the bed. “There’s something you should see.” He started to move, abruptly stopping to grab the monitor, it’s built in battery allowing it to continue showing the amazing pattern of Anna’s heart. He took her hand in his spare one, letting the ecg wires trail across in front of him, then led her toward the walk-in wardrobe.

She’d been inside it before, a spare set of her own scrubs was hanging at one end of the rail that ran along the left wall. Racks for shoes sat beneath a mirror at the far end. Drawers lined the right-hand wall, coming half way up, creating an integrated dressing table between the back wall and the cupboard nearest the door. It was the cupboard that Carl stopped at. Anna had never seen it open, hadn’t even tried it just out of curiosity. She hadn’t even noticed the keyhole, though it stood out clearly with the key still in there.

Carl took a deep breath, setting the monitor on the table where they could both see it at a glance, then pulled on the handle of the cupboard. He stepped back out of the way, letting Anna see inside.

The cupboard had three shelves, over a large space. It was the kind of cupboard you would use to store your luggage and other items for vacations. Stuff you wouldn’t need on a daily or even monthly basis. Carl’s cupboard was not filled with luggage and holiday clothes.

It was like a store cupboard from the Resus Ward. Beneath the shelves, was a real crash cart, she could see the slight outline of dust that matched the monitor perfectly. A solid CPR back board leaned against the wall.

The three shelves were packed. Ambu-bags, still in sterile packaging took up half of one, surrounded by boxes, which on closer inspection were various types of ecg electrode. A pair of Zoll AED’s sat on another, one clearly marked training, along with various types of pads. She could see basic Stat-Pads, alongside the distinctive Z-pad. There was even a pair of hard black paddles, with tubes of gel and packets of gel pads.

The third shelve was cluttered with airway supplies. ET tubes, guedal airways and laryngeal masks were roughly stacked beside a laryngoscope case, along with rolls of tape and every kind of tube holder she had seen. Hanging from hooks on the wall were a few stethoscopes and ECG cables with various numbers of leads.

Even Kinky Anna was struck dumb by the sight of all her fantasies in one simple cupboard. The monitor was bleeping again. She waved at it dismissively, Carl understanding and hitting the silence button, even though he kept one eye upon the screen, watching Anna’s heart race.

She spent over a minute taking it all in. It was perfect. Truly and totally perfect. Part of her wanted to grab everything and play with it now. “Where did you get all of this?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the stockpile of her dreams.

He stepped close behind her, stooping slightly to wrap an arm around her waist. “Most of it is out of date. Consigned to training only bins. You volunteer to run a course you can take as much as you need with no problems, there’s always plenty left. Other things are broken.” He indicated the hard paddles. “Some of them are samples.” His arm shifted to the airway shelf. “When the supplier reps want to get into your pants, they’ll give you a whole case for free. And before you ask, no, never.” He waved at the stethoscopes. “Those were mostly gifts.” Anna nodded, noticing one of them was a novelty version with a ‘sexy nurse’ on the bell. “That came from the refurb at an old job.” He was pointing at the crash cart. “And some I bought myself.” He nodded at the monitor, a flashing light indicating that Anna’s heart rate was still over 100. “That’s real though” He pointed to the non-training AED. “Fully working. In case someone in the building needs it.

“So, nothing illegal?” She asked, looking up at him. She wasn’t really bothered, but police knocking on the door would certainly put a downer on any future activities.

Carl shrugged his shoulders, his face wincing slightly. He reached down to the crash cart, pulling open a drawer labelled drugs. It wasn’t full, only a few cases, but most of the major code blue drugs were represented along with some local anaesthetic. Nothing that was overtly dangerous though. “I guess, technically. I wanted to be prepared. In case things went too far.” He was pointing to the Epi and other code drugs. “And that was for if I ever found someone who wanted to play with them.” He pointed between the local anaesthetic and the airway supplies.

She nodded. “Ok then. At least if I do drop dead you can get me back.” She said, before planting another kiss on his lips.

They broke apart, the monitor no longer flashing. Anna felt slightly giddy, like a kid in a candy shop. But she caught sight of the clock on the far wall. It was past 10 pm already and they were back in for another 12-hour shift at 8AM. She sighed, leaning into Carl, his strong arms wrapping around her. “I wish we could play with it all right now.” She murmured. She felt Carl’s chest swell as he took a breath to reply. “But.” She cut in, leaning back, twisting her nose. “I think you need a shower.”

He laughed, a deep rumble that reverberated around the wardrobe. He tried to pull her back in, but she squirmed away, giggling. “Fine. As the lady commands, though I may need to be bribed.” He leaned forward, pursing his lips.

Anna pecked them, fighting to keep the grin from her face. “Damn right.” She whispered.

“Tomorrow night though, you’re under the Doctor’s orders.” He said retreating towards the door, his eyebrows wiggling as he saw the words hit home on the monitor. And then he was gone from view. Anna sagged against the dressing table, pinching herself. She wasn’t dreaming. Her face split into a grin. She wondered if she would ever sleep at her own apartment again.

She heard the bathroom door close. She looked in the cupboard again, marvelling for a moment, then reached out to the stethoscopes. There was only one choice really. She draped the steth around her neck, a ‘sexy nurse’ settling over her left breast. She picked up the monitor, returning to the bedroom.

Once the monitor was back on mains power, she re-arranged the pillows to a sleeping formation. Then she shrugged out of the dressing gown, draping it over the stool, casting her bra off to join it, and settled onto the bed, lying on her side. She watched the trace bouncing across the screen, her own heart, beating steadily and healthily. Without the fear of getting caught and admittedly too tired for a fantasy, the regular spikes became soothing.

She inserted the earpieces, holding the cool bell of the stethoscope between her hand for a few moments. She saw the monitor rate increase as she brought the bell down to her chest. This, she had done before. Each lub-dub of her heart was a perfect beat, slowing steadily as the initial thrill faded. It was like a child’s favourite lullaby, luring her to sleep, with a soft whoosh whenever she breathed. She moved it from point to point, holding it on her ribs, or pressing it up against her breasts. hearing the slight differences from each part of her chest.

Each thump in her ears matched the trace on the monitor, a soothing rhythm that slowly mesmerised her. Soon the tendrils of sleep began to wrap around her. She didn’t try to fight the feeling anymore, her eyelids drooping as she drifted away into the sweet embrace of sleep.

She barely even noticed when Carl left the bathroom, not seeing the soft loving smile on his face. She only smelled the sweet spicy scent of his shower gel as he nestled in behind her. He softly eased the steth out from under her head, taking the bell as his arm folded around her. A smile of her own crossed her lips as he moved it around, listening to her heart in all the same places. Her eyes slid shut, the imprint of her heart on the screen lingering in her mind as she slipped into a contented sleep.

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Hope you all enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing it.

Now, I could use your help. I’ve got plenty of scenrios in mind for our pair of resus-love-birds to tackle, but can’t decide on which one to do next. So, I figured I’d put it to a poll. The options are:

A: A ferry accident on the cold river.

B: A body dump at the hospital.

C: A hit and run car accident.

I’ll give it about 12 hours, to strike while the iron is hot and keep providing you all reading material.

Also, any suggestions for names of this whole series would be appreciated. Everything I can think of sounds cheesy or a rip off of an existing tv show.

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mss4msu · 6 years

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“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 1)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2041

A/N: I went to an Arctic Monkeys concert and the lead singer had serious Seb GQ shoot vibez and I decided I needed a gangster fic featuring Arctic Monkeys songs so here it is. The fic (and this chapter specifically) are inspired by “Do I Wanna Know?”

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The song in this chapter can be listened to here

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s gooooo!” your best friend, Jess, banged on the bathroom door.

“Give me one sec, I’m almost done!” you called back, applying one more coat of mascara and a last layer of red lipstick. You swung open the door of the bathroom.

“Dayyuumm!” Jess yelled at you, looking you up and down. You had chosen to wear your simple black dress that really accentuated your cleavage. “Alright, let’s go, Rachel’s meeting us there and we’re gonna be late because you took so long getting ready.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grabbed your purse off its hook, checking that your keys and wallet were inside and adding your phone. “How are we getting there?”

“I forgot you never go out,” Jess laughed at you, “I looked it up and the bus that stops right outside your place runs by it, so we’ll take that there and then grab a ride-share back here?”

“And why can’t we just take your car?”

“Because I don’t want to drive, because this place has the cheapest drinks in the area, so you know I’m going all in on those.”

“But the police just issued that new warning about public transportation at night….” you nervously replied. You had been reading through the newspaper this morning and seen that the mob activity in your area was increasing and the police were warning pedestrians to avoid particular bus routes, such as the one in front of your apartment, to cut down on potential innocent involvement.

“I’ve taken this exact bus route to this club before and I’ve survived. Plus, as long as we get on the bus now, there’s enough light that it shouldn’t be a problem. Now, come on, the bus gets here in 6 minutes and I don’t want to miss it and half to wait another 30.”

You didn’t bother arguing with her, and just followed her to the bus stop. You boarded the bus and couldn’t help but look anxiously around until Jess hit you to stop. She began chatting with you about meaningless things to keep your mind off the idea that mobsters could take over the bus at any minute.

“Alright, this is our stop,” Jess said, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the bus. You followed her like a lost puppy. You knew you could trust her, but your irrational side was terrified that mob guys were behind every corner and hidden in every shadow. You didn’t even know what a mob guy would look like, but you were terrified of them anyway.

You got to the door of the club and gave your IDs to the doorman. He seemed to linger on your ID longer than he did on Jess’s, but eventually he gave you a nod and opened the door for both of you to enter. A hostess met you inside the door and led you to the only open table in the very front of the dark club. With only dim candles to provide you light, you could hardly read the drink menu.

“(Y/N), stop trying to read that menu. Even your cheap ass can afford a drink here. There’s literally nothing over 10 dollars,” Jess snapped at you. “Rachel’s here!” She waved towards the door trying to catch Rachel’s eye in the dark room.

“Good luck getting her to see you. I don’t think I could even find my purse in here if I took it off.”

“Stop being a grump,” she told you as Rachel got to the table.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I can’t believe Jess got you to leave the house on a Friday for once! To what do we owe the honor?” Rachel asked you, sitting down.

“I had a long fucking week with Mr. Stark and I needed a night out,” you replied. When you were hired as Tony Stark’s personal assistant you had thought it would be a glamorous job full of cocktail hours and million dollar deals that you would take notes on; instead it was a whole lot of getting coffee, picking up dry cleaning, and late nights ensuring his many employees were properly scheduled for their work shifts. For whatever reason, Stark’s business had a high turnover of employees, so you had to continually update the schedule.

The waiter came to your table to take your orders. As you couldn’t read the menu, you simply asked for the cheapest thing that contained alcohol. Just a few minutes later a tallboy of PBR was placed in front of you. You downed it as the waiter gave Jess and Rachel their drinks, giving you a chance to order another.

“Damn, (Y/N)! I don’t even want to tell you to slow down!” Jess said.

“Yaaasss girl! This is gonna be a good night!” Rachel chimed in.

You caught up with both of them and learned all about their love lives and their work struggles. As your life basically revolved around Tony Stark, you didn’t have much to add to the conversation.

“Alright, It’s almost 9:00! (Y/N), get ready to see one of THE hottest men you have ever laid your eyes on!” Jess told you excitedly.

“I thought we came for the cheap drinks?” you asked confused.

“The cheap drinks are an added bonus, the lounge singer is the main event,” Rachel told you. “This man has the voice of an angel and the face of one too.”

“Alright, this was definitely a good night to come out then!” you replied, finishing your second beer and beginning to feel a buzz.

The lights on the stage came up, and a silence fell over the crowd. The curtain opened and you saw a tall, muscular man in a well-fitting suit standing behind a microphone, joined on the stage by a bass, a piano, and a drummer.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, The White Wolf and The Howlers,” an announcer voice said from somewhere off-stage. Applause filled the club.

“A one, a two, a one, two, three, four,” the man at the microphone, whom you assumed was ‘The White Wolf’, counted in with snaps. The drums began and the bass and piano joined in to create the beat. The White Wolf swayed side to side, feeling the music. He began to sing:

Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the type That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found That makes me think of you somehow And I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee

You most certainly did have color in your cheeks as you audibly gulped, looking at Jess and Rachel. They quietly laughed at your response and Rachel whispered, “told ya!” in you ear. You could not believe how incredibly handsome this man was and couldn’t figure out how his voice could sound so smooth and yet slightly (and very sexily) raspy at the same time. Everything about him was perfect and you turned your attention back to him, not wanting to ever part your eyes from his face.

(Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through Crawling back to you

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn that his eyes were locked on your just as tightly as yours were on him. It sent a tingling feeling through your stomach and up your spine.

So have you got the guts? Been wondering if your heart’s still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts Simmer down and pucker up I’m sorry to interrupt, it’s just I’m constantly on the cusp Of trying to kiss you I don’t know if you feel the same as I do We could be together if you wanted to

Now you knew he was staring at you as he mocked a kiss in your direction, causing Jess and Rachel to squeal. You had always laughed at those old romantic stories of women swooning, but you were convinced you could swoon any minute, as you were suddenly feeling very hot.

Crawling back to you Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new Now I’ve thought it through Crawling back to you

(Do I wanna know?) Too busy being yours to fall (Sad to see you go) Ever thought of calling, darling? (Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawling back to you?

The lights on the stage went out and the curtains closed.

“What I wouldn’t give to have him crawling back to me right now,” you moaned to Jess and Rachel, causing them to both giggle. “Is that it? He just does one?” You were practically begging him back on stage.

“He always opens the night and then a few other acts come on and then he closes the show,” Jess told you.

“Holy shit, he was amazing,” you gushed.

“Yeah, he never disappoints,” Rachel replied.

You motioned for the watier to come to your table, “Dear sir, another round for the three of us on me in honor of my introduction to this very fine,” you looked at the stage, “establishment!”

The waiter brought you the drinks and you slid him a large tip, feeling extra generous now that you had been blessed by the voice of the angelic White Wolf. The rest of the night dragged on as you waited for the White Wolf to return to the stage for his closing act.

“Ok, this should be him up next!” Jess told you.

Your heart started racing as the curtain closed as the group currently on the stage finished.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to announce that The White Wolf and The Howlers have been called away to another gig. Our closing act for this evening will now be The Freightcars!”

“What the fuck!” You immediately covered your mouth, not meaning to swear out loud, but you had had 2 drinks too many and couldn’t control your language.

Jess and Rachel laughed. Rachel pulled out her phone to order a ride-share to pick you up.

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s get you home,” Jess grabbed your arm and helped you up, steering you towards the door.

The ride back to your apartment was filled with you gushing about how incredibly hot you thought the White Wolf was and how you needed to have him in your life. Jess and Rachel fed your obsession, trying to help you find him on social media. They successfully found the band’s Instagram page and you immediately liked it and in a drunken haze liked every single photo they had ever posted.

“Rachel, Jess, thank you for a wonderful evening that has changed my life forever. Same time next week?” You asked, unlocking your door and hugging them goodbye before they went to Jess’s car.

“Sure thing!” Rachel replied, laughing.

“I’m glad we’ve found something that’ll get you out of the house and away from the office!” Jess giggled, getting in the car.

You laid in bed scrolling through The White Wolf and The Howlers’ Instagram until you fell asleep.

CHAPTER TWO

#marvel #mobster au #bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #bucky x reader #mobster bucky #fan fic #arctic monkeys #do i wanna know

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chickenstuffedwithmozzarella · 6 years

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Hello! I'm going to start answering the old ask first and then the one about the show, okay? Last week was busy? Because of Mother's Day? Or something else? I dont know if i have to cheer you up saying "dont worry, this week everything is going to go back to normal", or if i shouldnt because that will mean you'll get bored at work🙊 Did you brought the ballons finally? (1)

HIIII LOVE!!!! Ufffff, I didn’t realized Mother’s Day meant May was starting,jajajaja. May is our August. We have A LOT of places to go to make candy bars, do you know what it is? Well, we put it on communions, weddings… and we have a couple every weekend. So we make the things we put on the bar during the week. It’s a lot of work for all of us, but it’s the month we make the most money,jajajaja, so 🤷🏻‍♀️.I FORGOT the balloons 🤦🏻‍♀️😔. I totally did. I didn’t think about them till a bit before the show started, lol. It would have been so cool, but I totally forgot.

U didnt go to a lot of concerts? Dont say that! I’ve only gone to 2/3 shows. Not much. & much less this days, with so many festivals. Oh, yeah. Ed came some years ago, but i was too young. Uh, i feel u, the sale of the tickets was crazy. Like, we were supposed to go to see him in Mdd, and we ended up in Bcn, & with another kind of ticket, not the one we had agreed to buy. But totally worth it!! I know he has a reputation for being tedious and repetitive, but his sound live is not like that. (2)

Oh, there are so many concert and festivals these days. I guess I never was a kid to ask my parents for a lot of things, and I never really had someone who I liked enough to ask to go concerts,so 🤷🏻‍♀️. But I love concerts. The ambient… well, I already told you,jajaja. It feels like you’re around your people, or at least to me, bc I don’t know anyone in real life who likes the same music as I. And I loved it the time in the line,jajja. It was like we were camping. I don’t know, jajaja, it felt right. Ed has that reputation? I dididnt know about it. I’ve see a couple of videos, and I found it so difficult what he does,jajja, with the guitar and the pedal he uses to record his voice and all that.

HAHAHAHA. I am laughing because now you have not only managed to find a Larrie at Harrys’s show, but also at Niall’s!! Either there’s many of us, or you are a Larrie Magnet😂 How can i do the same?? Show me. She keeps up because i have tumble, and her bffs also have tumblr and twitter and they share the news on the groupchat. I mean, she doesnt know everything (no one does) but we tell her the important things.(3)

Jajajajajja, I think I’m s larrie-magnet,🤣🤣🤣. Hey, you have your own larrie-pal at home, what more do you need??? Jajaja. (I have my own anti at home, so…). You tell her important things??? I hope you’ve tell her about Louis last night!! Jajajja mymy, did you see him??? I missed him so much. He looked so good. And he’s so good. Ay, I could cry,bc he deserves a lot better from everyone, from life… You know “hay gente que nace con estrella, y gente que nace estrellada”? Well, I always think that about Louis. He never gets it right. But I really hope the future holds only good things for him. :/Well, your sister and her friends sound more organized than me, jajajajjaja. I’m now in a group chat, ajajaja, we’ll see how that works, or if I have Togo out bc they talk too much,jajajaja (I’m old, my phone ringing too much, makes me cranky🤣🤣🤣🤣👵🏻)

Yes, men suits tend to be more boring. Harry need to do something, but at the same time, dont. Harry + red carpets + cool suits + HQ pictures = my dead. Oh wow. You really are half-witch. JAJAJAJAA. Me as your sister trying to take profit of your hability. Isnt she smart?😂😂 did you really guess the birth of the little girl? How? (Can you guess the end of BG too? Pls end it). Oh! Okay, i get it now. He sounds pretty special then. (4)

Jajjaja jajajja, that’s true (I sometimes say things that louis (mostly) has said, jajaja, and that’s true is his response to Harry’s “the wind make nice waves”, jajajja, so read it with Louis’ voice😝). See?i almost had a heart attack yesterday when I saw Louis in a suit,jajajja.Well, she’s always looking at ways to make money of everything,jajja (no she doesn’t, but she does it more than me). I don’t know how,jajaja, we were making a “porra” and I thought that+and that+and that… it was more a guess, than a prediction, jejejeje. And I can’t control my predictions, they usually happen in my dreams. I wish I could end it. I’ve been wishing for it to end blowing my birthday candles for years, jajaja (and I can’t believe it’s been years 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Gay parade? JAJAJAJA. Listen, but why? Why would u take a cake to a parade? Do ppl usually do that? I’ve never seen it. Uuuh. Yes. Of course we are queer because its trendy, thats what we, dumb&young people do. Of couse. Being hated because of that is so cool!! I hate that logic. Uh. Not all changes are bad, and just bcs you dont see LGTB+ people doesnt mean they dont exist. I’m so sorry you had to stand that while you couldnt even yell at him! And you cake didnt deserve that insult either. (5)

Yeah, I don’t know his logic, but I guess he doesn’t use logic that much when he says things like that. And yeah, I mean, if you’ve never been hated for something like that, it can be hard to imagine. But also, I hate people who doesn’t care about their surroundings, y'know. I might never felt hated because my color skin (I’m white), but I know dark-skinned people suffer for it. So I’ll attend at whatever they say. And if I can make something to alleviate their pain or help them, I try to do it, y'know. But I can’t with people who only knows their own reality and doesn’t care to learn about the rest. (I don’t know if I’m making any sense bc I’ve been writing this sentence for a couple of hours,lol)

Oh no. She wasnt kind. It was meant to show me that she thinks i am to annoying and political, but i dont mind. It is what it is. What i found sad is that it wasnt even a boy who said that but a girl, but well. Whatever. Oh nono. Dont worry. I was just complaining because thats what i live for. I enjoy learning, but not this way. Anyway, it’s just one month and then summer!! I dont know if i will be working or not, but either way, it’s a great perspective. (6)

I feel like I have to say hi again, lol. I started writing yesterday (Tuesday) in the morning and now is Wednesday night 😒. May is so busy at the shop. And to add to that, today at 8am my cousin’s mom called me because he had woke up at 5am. He has a sleeping disorder, and sometimes he wakes up at 4-5am and he doesn’t go back to sleep. And I’m there for those days (bc the parents has to go to work, obviously). Anyway, I have to answer you now bc tomorrow will be busy too. I have to go to the shop to help my sister, bc we have TOO much to do.

Well, she doesn’t sound very kind. And I don’t know how good of a friend she can be if she says those things to you. And yes, I agree. I don’t like when people thinks like that, but when is a woman… I can’t. It’s like when some women say that “I’m sure she provoked him” when a girl is abused or raped. 😡😡😡.i, than am all for women solidarity, can’t comprehend how women can be “machista” (I can’t find the world in English?).And yeah, I’m the same. I love learning things, but I don’t like to be graded,jajajja. And, a free summer to go on vacation, or just rest, sounds amazing. But also, the money you can make working, sounds amazing, too,jajajjaja. Some people work for a month, and then enjoy the rest 🤷🏻‍♀️.

YEES. I SAW THE PICS. HE WAS SO CUUYTE. AND SMILING. Tought i feel bad because there was a lot of people around him and i dont like it. It gaves me the impression that people treat them as shiw monkeys :(. But anyway, i saw him!! 😍😍😍 Yep. I saw that theories too. Idk anything, but if that’s what he is doing, then i’ll wait. Of course i will. Did fhey really put For You in Pasapalabra? JAJAJAJA. He is trudly successing in life😂 Que nivel! (I sound ironic but I’m really happy internally). (7)

Awwwww, did you see him at that award show??? He is such a good person?? I hate that media doesn’t focus on that side of him. He’s kind, lovely, good amazing hugs, did you see how he kept rubbing her shoulder to keep her calm???? OMG! And,yeah, I hate that there’s always the same people around him, like he was a zoo animal.Yeah, I don’t watch Pasapalabra, but I got to watch it for a moment one day, and they have like this musical minute? And they played For You. I told my brother, and he told me that they play the same song every day for a week or more. So, I’m glad for Liam. He has a very good team behind him.

Surgery? Okay okay. Then i’m not asking, but i’m sending you luck and hugs!!! 🍀💕 I just saw that you did tell me about your irish nails. I must have not read that that day. Ups, sorry. I have finals, yes. I start tomorrow and i finish (if i pass everything at first try) around the 10th of June. I just have to suffer for a few weeks more.🤷 Thanks for asking!! (8)

Thanks love. I haven’t told anyone. Not even my friends know about it yet.

Ohhhhh, you’re in the middle of your exams. I really really wish you the best. That everything goes well, and you stay calm. And I hope you pass everything at your first try, so your summer is a bit longer. 😚😚

#o my lovely flower anon #I feel like this message is a complete mess #sorry if I don’t make any sense #or if I forgot to answer to something #or maybe I let a sentence without finishing it #🙄🙄 I’m able to do that in real life too #much love!

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malediviana · 7 years

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I think the last time I actually wrote about my holidays was when I was maybe in 5th grade. First day of class in the new-year, they ask you to write an essay describing what you did during your term break. Here I am now, 17 years on, attempting to write about the holiday I just got back from. So pardon me if it’s not the best you’ve read.. Also, you could probably just look at the pictures and not read if that suits you!

Recently, I’ve been taking Bobbé on small trips for his birthday. Two years back, I took him on a weekend trip to Barcelona as he’s an avid supporter of FCB. Last year, I took him to Lake Como in Italy as he has always been keen on driving a speed boat and I thought the lake would be a good place for him to have a go at it. This year, I decided to venture a bit further than Europe. The Qatar Airways Travel Festival discount offers could not have been announced at a better time. After exploring the destinations and prices, I finally booked a week-long trip to Bali for the two of us for £800 return. Score!!!

First order of business, I decided, was to watch Eat, Pray, Love. (as cliché as it sounds) Bobbé had never watched the movie so we had a movie night to watch it. I simply love the movie, and so did Bobbé. (luckily!) We decided then and there that we must visit Ubud in Bali as we fell in love with the rice paddies and just the overall chilled lifestyle of the town portrayed by the movie. As Bali is quite a big island, (contrary to what Balinese people will tell you- hey, I’m from Maldives.. any island bigger than 2km from one end to the other is very big for me ok!) we decided to stay at a second town too. We decided on Semenyik as it’s close to the beach but not too crowded as it’s counter-part Kuta. I’m not going to bore you with our planning phase, instead I’ll just get right to it.

3rd March – Friday

Our flight was at 8.30pm so we left Southampton around 4pm to get to London Heathrow. The journey was just under 1.5 hours (which is a nice change from our usual drive to London Stansted which is 2 hours). Had an Italian dinner at Carluccio’s before our flight and did some duty-free window shopping. We were buzzing.

4th March – Saturday

After an 18 hour flight (including the transit in Doha, Qatar), we finally landed in Ngurah Rai International Airport in Denpasar, Bali at 11.15pm. May I add that Indonesia is one of the few countries to which Maldivians don’t require a travel visa. This may seem trivial to most people, but for us IT IS A BIG DEAL!

After 18+ hours of travelling, we’re finally in Bali! Poster reminding us we were in Bali in case we forgot

5th March – Sunday

We arrived at “Ayu Homestay” in Ubud at around 1.30am. They provided a hotel pick-up service at a cost of £28. We could’ve gotten it for cheaper, but we went with it anyway, given we landed around midnight and we were quite far from Ubud.

3 nights stay at this homestay cost us £30 and it included a great breakfast too! The place itself looked like a temple (To be honest, everywhere in Ubud looked like a temple!) It’s beautiful. It’s located right in the heart of Ubud near the monkey forest.

Room for the next 3 nights. £10 a night including breakfast. Well worth the money.

Clean toilets at Ayu Homestay

Free breakfast at Ayu Homestay made fresh to order <3

Outside our room

Entrance to Ayu Homestay

Bear in mind, at this point, we had travelled almost 24 hours door to door. We were knackered. But jet lag kicked in (plus all the excitement about exploring Ubud) and we struggled to fall asleep. We finally fell asleep around 5am and slept through both our alarms set for 7.30am. (it happens to everyone I guess? Ha!)

Fast-forward to 11am when we finally woke up, got dressed and headed out.

First thing we wanted to do was indulge our taste-buds with some Nasigoreng at Ibu Rai Bar & Restaurant. (Indonesian fried rice). Being Maldivians, we’ve always known and loved Nasigoreng as it’s quite popular back home. We were in Nasigoreng heaven. *drooool*

First Nasigoreng of the trip!

After a big breakfast/lunch/brunch (whatever you wanna call it), we spent a few hours just walking around and getting a general feel for the town. We were loving the chilled vibe!

Beautiful handmade works of art seen everywhere in Ubud

Walking the streets of Ubud

We rented a scooter for the 2 days we were going to be in Ubud. After all the travelling, eating and walking we decided to head to a spa. We drove to Karsa Spa (set in the midst of rice fields and offered reasonable prices) in hopes of booking an appointment. Unfortunately, the spa was fully booked for the next two days, so guys, we suggest booking in advance! The trip wasn’t a complete waste though; we ended up going to Karsa Café which is right next door and it offers stunning views of the rice fields.

Driving to Karsa Spa

Petrol sold in Vodka bottles

Peaceful huts to just relax and have some food and drinks

Enjoying a cold coconut (not enjoying being asked to pose tho)

Views from the hut

Rice fields seen from Karsa Cafe

Ubud is full of spas of all price ranges. Just because Karsa Spa was fully booked it didn’t keep us from not getting a massage. We ended up getting a massage near our homestay for under £6 for the both of us.

We ended the night with a delicious dinner at Warung Melting Wok.

6th March – Monday

We booked white water rafting in the Ayung River through Ayung Bali Rafting. Cost for the two of us was around £60, which included transport to and from hotel, rafting equipment, insurance, lockers, changing/shower area and lunch. Oh the lunch! Their website claims the buffet lunch is prepared by a 5 star chef. Not sure how true this is, but the food was definitely 5 star in our opinion.

Ready to set off!

Rapids of Ayung River. The guy would shout BOOM BOOM when it’s time to get ready for a big drop.

The pressure from the waterfall was intense!

Posing for pics.

Back to rafting.

Fun rapids!

Five star buffet lunch provided by Ayung Bali Rafting

We got back to our homestay around 1.30pm, rested for a bit, got dressed and headed out on a mission to conquer Tegalalang Rice Terrance, Goa Gajah and Tegenungan Waterfall. We also stopped at a café serving Luwak Coffee for a taste of Indonesia’s infamous “poop coffee”. The taste was interesting to say the least..

Views of Tegallalang rice terrace. Considered trekking down and seeing the fields up close but umm it was too hot. You can still admire its beauty from this view point!

Luwak coffee – made from part-digested coffee cherries eaten and defecated by the Asian Palm Chivet.

Goa Gajah aka Elephant Cave

Exploring Goa Gajah (the elephant cave)

Washing your face with the water being poured out from the bowls is meant to give you good health

Entrance to the cave. Feels like you’re being swallowed!

Huge tree in the temple grounds of Goa Gajah

For most temples, you’re required to wear a sarong if you’re not wearing a full-length dress/pants

Tegenungan Waterfall

The beautiful waterfall just a 20 min drive from Ubud.

Managed to get a shot without the crowd

After a day filled with activities, we treated ourselves at the spa…

Afterwards, we had dinner at Warung Sjaki. We were told that the money they make from the restaurant helps fund the “Sjaki-Tari-Us” school; a school for children and teenagers with mental disabilities. We were given a tour of the school right next to the Warung by two lovely ladies volunteering from Europe. There is also a small shop next to the school and restaurant that sell the teenager’s works of art. Worth visiting this place!

7th March – Tuesday

Last day in Ubud. Need.More.Time!

After Ayu Homestay’s filling healthy breakfast, we headed to Pura Ulun Danu Beratan which is a 1.5 hour ride. Along the way, you get to enjoy spectacular views of the rice fields and mountains.

Exploring temple grounds of Ulun Danu Beratan

Don’t you just love the clouds in the background making this picture of the temple even more perfect??

I gave Bobbé a tiny hat haha

This beautiful temple tho..

On the way back to Ubud, we stopped at a Warung called Spesial Bakmi Ayam Akai with rice terrace views. It cost us only £6 for 2 delicious nasigorengs and 2 soft drinks. How awesome is that?!

Highly recommend this restaurant for cheap eats with this scenic view!

All this for £6!!! We love our Fanta Strawberry

Happy and tanned us

Views of rice fields from the Warung

We came back to Ubud around 2pm. Had some dessert at Grandpa’s Coffee and Eats and decided to spend a few hours at the spa. Feeling refreshed, rejuvenated and any other synonyms you can think of, we headed to Ubud market for some serious haggling.

Haggling.

Beautiful dream catchers!

Are you seriously trying to sell for that price? haha

At around 7pm, we took a cab to Seminyak from Ubud for £12. The driver was lovely. He told us a bit about his life and dreams and how he wants to go to Paris someday with his girlfriend. How cute is that? We wish him all the best with his dreams :) If you’re looking for a driver in Ubud, give him a try! His name is Wayan Nur and you can call or WhatsApp him on +6285792666099 or +6287860338206.

Have I convinced you yet that you should be booking flights to Bali? If not, maybe this will sway you to go: our hotel “Sweet Room Sweet” in Seminyak for just £25 per night!

Bedroom at Room Sweet Room, Seminyak for just £25 per night

Huge shower area

Very clean and modern bathroom

Pool at Room Sweet Room

8th March – Wednesday

4th day in Bali and I’m getting lazy to write, so let me just do some bullet points.

Breakfast at The Coffee Library. Their Dragon Fruit Smoothie is ah-mayy-zinggg!

Drove to the Green Bowl Beach, one of the many hidden beaches in Bali

Sightseeing in Pura Uluwatu (sea temple)

Seafood dinner at Lia Cafe in Jimbaran Beach

Spa time in Seminyak

In love with the dragon fruit smoothie!

Green Bowl Beach

Trekking down towards the hidden beach

Beach views from inside the bat cave

Enjoying the peace

Or maybe just posing. who knows?

Uluwatu Temple

Uluwatu

Cliffs at Uluwatu

Off the beaten path..

Cheeky monkey pouncing on an unsuspecting Chinese tourist when he turned around

And stole his sunglasses!

Seafood dinner at Lia Cafe in Jimbaran Beach

Some seafood loving in Jimbaran Beach

9th March – Thursday

When we planned our trip, we decided that our stay in Bali would not be complete without spending a few nights at a private villa. Also, Bobbés birthday is the 11th of March, so we had an excuse to splurge a little.

After a hearty breakfast at Sisterfields we checked in to Bali Prime Villas which is just a 15 minute drive from Seminyak centre. We stayed here for 2 nights for a total of around £200. Included in this price was breakfast, 1 lunch, 1 dinner, 1 hour spa in the villa, private pool and transport to the airport/hotel. (We happened to stumble upon a really good deal on booking.com) We think this was very reasonable, especially given we saved a lot on the first two hotels.

Pool area

Kitchen/Dining area

Bedroom

Bathroom

Being showered by a half naked statue haha

After a good amount of time enjoying our private pool, we headed out for lunch at a place called Le Labu Health Centre. It’s a vegetarian restaurant with a yoga studio set in the middle of a rice field. We were the only ones there and we loved it. We then headed to Pura Tanah Lot for sunset.

Lunch at Le Labu. So chill!

Enjoying Le Labu’s Mango&Moringa smoothie

Nasi Campur. Must try!

Tried seaweed for the first time..

Pura Tanah Lot

How many Asian Palm Civets can you spot? This was at one of the café’s in Tanah Lot

Tanah Lot

Beautiful views of the temple at sunset

10th March – Friday

I have been wanting to go parasailing for a while now. Bobbé decided to treat me to a Parasailing Adventure in Nusa Dua in the morning. Whoop whoop!!!

Can you see how happy I am?

Thrilling!!!

So much fun!

Parasailing selfie

Got back to Seminyak around 1.30pm and headed to Totem Room Escape; our first time playing this! We were well excited and it was great fun. Sadly, we were just not smart enough to escape the final room. (Maybe next time?)

Quick lunch and then back to our villa for some spa time in our room and then off for a coffee at “Someplace Else Coffee & Lounge” before Bobbé’s birthday dinner that night. We also stopped for some great photo opportunities at a rice field on the way!

Good pancakes and chilled vibes..

Look at this cool chair!

Beautiful fields. Could not pass by without some pictures..

So much of this in Bali!

Dinner decorations

Bobbe’s birthday in our beautiful villa.

11th March – Saturday

It’s Bobbés birthday!!!

After a Nasigoreng breakfast (we probably had a bastha of nasigoreng that week), we went to Waterbom in Kuta which is meant to be the 2nd best waterpark in the world. Boy did we have fun!!! Unfortunately we only have videos from Waterbom and can’t upload videos on free wordpress account :( Came back to our villa around 1pm after getting a take-away Smoothie Bowl from Spicy Coconut.

We chilled out in the villa for the rest of the day till we checked out and headed to the airport promising ourselves we will be returning to this beautiful island with the kindest people we have met.

Bali, you have been a dream come true.

A week in Bali, Indonesia I think the last time I actually wrote about my holidays was when I was maybe in 5th grade.

#Asia #bali #indonesia #seminyak #Travel #ubud

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Lost in Inkling; Part I

'I miss you.' 'I miss you too.' 'Are you okay?' 'You already asked that Issa'

Damn, I wish I had a tall, ambitious, white teeth smile, sexy ass man like Lawrence. Dramatic I know, but a man who would love me so much that he changes himself is the one you let pay some light bills and stick around for a while. There's just no way I'd fuck that up.

It's the second time I've watched Episode 8 of Insecure. Dressed in my 2011 Destin Beach spray paint T-shirt and black sweat pants, with my trusty wine in my left hand and my laughing stick in the right. I still can't wrap my mind around how she got bored with an idealistic man who always mentions her when speaking of his dreams. Gahhh! Heart Eyes! Okay, its the seventh time I've watched it. Don't judge me, but I get a slight satisfaction knowing there are more lost and single, almost 28 year olds, that fear to be an eternal solitarian who practices faithfulness. Despite the increasing popularity of two-timing. It’s almost like people want to catch the Monkey virus. Either way, I really need to let Insecure go. The show I mean. Well, I need to let go of my own too but after Jermaine, I've been bathing in regret and drying in self-loath. Then I lotion in confidence and dress in 'fuck these niggas', only to go out and witness a known married man all hugged up with some tramp. Then I come home and accept marriage was put on my blueprint for 1962 and I should just adopt 9 dogs, since I attract them anyway.

*ring ring*

Should I answer? or no? After throwing my phone like Jackie in a third inning last week, I broke my phone screen at an ineffective attempt to calm my rage. Plus, I hate answering calls when I'm not fully prepared. I did get slightly excited since nobody calls my phone but appointment reminders or those 'press 1 if this is Janeice Pothucker' *1* 'you have missed 7 payments' *disconnect call*. But It was only my overzealous best friend Quinn.

"You okay, Lanie? I haven't heard from you since Tuesday." She said sounding extremely concerned. "Quinn, its only Wednesday night, you act like you weren't just over here drinking up all my Pinot Nior. You owe me $20 too." I said sternly. "Well you taking to long to call me and I got some 'It was all a dream' juicy news to tell you, bitchhh!" "Bitchhh like Miracle Watts juicy or Deelishous Juicy?" "Nah Nah, darker berry sweet, like Bernice juicy with a little Big Booty Judy cause it's a throw back." "Ahhh I am excited now, Tell me!" "You remember James from Liberty High?" "Afro James or Sling Ding James?" "Lanie, the audacity you have to think I would have any exhilarating announcement involving the likes of Sling Ding Pencil miss holes James!" "Wouldn't put it past you" I said slyly. "Fuck you!" We laugh for a few moments. "No no. Its the quiet one who came the middle of junior year and played football. Really cute. I had a crush on him until me and Rich got back together and then I caught him with Hoe Lay?" "Ohhhh," I said remembering "He was so sweet and had the cutest smile! What about him?" "Well I ran into him at the mall earlier and we started talking and catching up on missed time or whatever and BOOM, He asked me on a date, a real live date!" "Like a real real live date?" I asked for reassurance. "Yes bitch, We going to Ruth Chris this weekend." I am genuinely happy for Quinn, but it seems like whenever I go through a hard break up, every one around me magically becomes the most un-single, deep in love earthlings ever! Its just not fair. "Lanie, " She said breaking the silence of my deep thought. "Did you hear me? We're going to Ruth Chris! The $60 dollar per person place we would only think of going during tax season. I think I'm going to order a salad so I won't look to greedy, what you think?" "I think if he wants to spend $60 on you let him spend it!" "I knew you would say that you're greedy like me, I'm about to send you a picture of what I picked out to wear." "My screen is on black out, but send it anyway and I'll look at it after I come from the Sprint store tomorrow." "Damn, I forgot. Okay, I'll call you later.” She paused. “And I ain’t paying you shit!” she said laughing right before hanging up the phone. The next morning, I dress for work in my sexy black lawyer pant suit with my "move bitch" pumps to try and redeem myself after looking like a depressed, lament bum this whole week. Despite my attempts to lift my soul out of Desparia, I’ve been cutting people off in mid conversation and hiding in my office all day. Maybe some fresh air will do me good. During my lunch break I head over to Sprint to see about having my phone brought back to life. When I entered the store, they either thought I stole $82 from their wallets or I was the announcement of Beyoncé's twin pregnancy. Either way, even in my shitty mood, I didn't mind the attention. I proceed to the empty front desk so I can add my name to the wait list. I'm sure no one wanted to approach me since I had the 'y'all bitches better not have me waiting to long' look on my face. After a long 67 seconds of standing there riled, this skin smooth, dark chocolate, gym 4 days a week built brother approaches me. I think he was saying something to me. I'm not really sure and he may think I was being rude, but really I was in distress over his full lips slowly rising to display his straight solid white smile. "Ma'am are you alright?" I finally closed my slightly opened mouth and shook off the hypnosis. “What can I help you with?” "huh?... oh yes umm.. I need to see about getting my phone fixed. I dropped it and my screen has been black since." Realizing my daydreaming, he let off a half smile. Damn, that half smile was deadly! "Sure thing, Can I get your name?" "Lanie," I couldn't help but examine his fresh cut and perfect symmetrical face. This may just be me, but its something about a man looking down while I look at the top of his head, reminds me of....never mind. "hmm, I don't see you in here, have you been to this location before?" "Oh yeah, try Janeice, Janeice Pothucker." "Found you. Is your phone number 615-364-0741?" "Yes, that's me." He paused for a moment. "Cool, it looks like we don't have anyone ahead of you for the technician, so follow me to the back and I'll get you all set up with Mike." We walk to the back to the area of the large room where all the techs were sitting behind the glass. For a moment I forgot where I was. It felt like he was leading us to our table, a dinner for two at my favorite live music restaurant, Sambuca. Dim lights and subtle jazz in the background and nothing but an intellectual exchange between us two. Discussions range from Angela Davis quick-witted way out of prison in the 60's to if Tupac really is alive and well in Cuba. The technician advised the phone fix will only take 15 minutes since all of the parts are in store. I stuck around, of course. I walked around looking at the latest phones and gadgets they had laid out for display. The Samsung galaxy s8 plus appealing frame caught my eye, might add to my list of future purchases. As I am going through the phone messages, by nature, I feel a set of eyes gazing at me. I look up to make sure the technician wasn't trying to get my attention, but he was in the back somewhere unseen. I slowly rotate by placing my right foot behind the left and did a ballerina spin. It felt necessary at the moment to slyly look around without making an obvious attempt to scan the room. Somehow in the midst of my spin I sped up and I forgot I had the new s8 in my right hand that was attached to a cord on the counter. The cords elasticity spun me back facing the counter, forcing me to loose my balance. Don't worry, I landed perfectly on the left side of my face. Smooth. I was so embarrassed! I wanted to run out the store like I just got my chain snatched by Debo. Before I could fully open my eyes, Donny Savage look-a-like is gently grabbing my right arm helping me up. Strange, because I could of sworn before my failed pirouette I saw his melanated reflection in the corner of my peripheral on the other side of the room. "Are you alright?" "You like that question. Yes I'm fine, I just lost my balance. Thanks....Solo." Glancing at his name tag. "Well I'm no doctor but it look like you're going to have a nasty knot on your left temple. We've got some ice in the back I can get you some." "No No, I'm fine really, thanks." I said pained as I gathered my purse and a few of my unmentionables that scattered in my fall. "I'm just embarrassed." I mumbled. "No need to be embarrassed, I fell down a flight of stairs just last week." Fuck! He heard me. "I didn't get to witness you fall so it doesn't count." I managed to say with a chuckle. "Do you dance?" He asked. "Huh?" "Dance," He reiterated. "from over there it looked like you were about to hit a nice spin." "You noticed from all the way over there?" His face said it all, I found my star gazer. "Mrs. Pothucker, your phone is ready." yelled the phone technician saving Solo from an explanation. "It's Ms. Pothucker, and thank you." "You're Welcome. Insurance covered everything so you're good to go." "Thank you. Have a nice day." "You as well, Ms. Pothucker." I started for the door. I was still embarrassed from my fall to look Solo's way so I sped up hoping my arms weren't bouncing behind me. "Ms. Pothucker," I turned around recognizing the deep waved, Godly voice. " have a nice day" "You as well, thank you again." He nodded. Fine ass! I hopped in my white Cherokee and scurried back to work with a satisfied smile on my face. Its good to know I wasn't the only one looking.

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