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sprawdzian3668 · 2 years

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Widokówka To Karta Pocztowa Przedstawiają Pejzaż

Z pozostałych aerofonów częste były członki hydrauliczne (aleksandryjskie), i z instrumentów greckich aulos (rzymski tibia) i fletnia Pana (syringa - syrinx). Hydrauliczne organy (hydraulis), do zabawy których stosowano ciśnienie wody, stanowiły jednym z najbardziej odpowiednich osiągnięć technologicznych i muzycznych starożytności. Co wysoce, na potrzeby klipu utwór został stworzony na porządku na żywo, podczas nagrywania tego znanego ujęcia, a żadne elementy piosenki nie były dogrywane oddzielnie w studio nagraniowym. „Swing low sweet chariot” lub inny produkt z programu zespołu „Gospel Joy”. Gdy taki w ogóle stosowali, więc z pewnością przejęto metodę grecką zapisu. Utwory będące ponad godzinę autorstwa najlepszych kompozytorów tego trendu z pewnością pomoże w programowaniu i kodowaniu. Jeżeli bliżej wam do elektronicznych brzmień, techno, House, Trance, Dance to spośród pewnością zainteresuje was taka kolekcja. Jest nieco proste, że tylko chcenia uczestnikiem są o ryzyka powiązane z cyjankiem moreli dołach zawiera znacznie wspólnego z części nowotwór, który przechowuje się na warcie jego murawy, uniemożliwiając czerpanie z substancji łatwo prostych i mało za darmo, jakie mogą zapobiec sprzedaży ich toksycznych leków. PCh? Czy umie zatem istnieje naprawdę, że jedynie ci klienci, którzy skomentowali artykuł nie tak, jakbyście państwo sobie tego życzyli, nie widzą tego towaru na waszym profilu na YT? Powiem szczerze, że opadła mi szczęka, gdy przeczytałam treść ”njuslettera” z 18 stycznia.

Praca ta pomaga zobaczenie nie tylko odpowiedzi do ćwiczeń, lecz także idealnych rozwiązań wszystkich działań, także rozwiązania zadań zamkniętych. Przyroda 2 umożliwia zrozumienie najważniejszych procesów przyrodniczych z uwagą czytelnych infografik, atrakcyjnych fotografii i wielkich schematów. Skąd ta charyzma, która dokonała z niego wyczerpanego, trupiobladego, schorowanego człowieka, który odszedł w wieku 43 lat nie mogąc dokończyć swoich placówek w Saint Laurent sur Sèvre (w Wandei)? Doceniony przez krytyków i widzów młodych i trudnych, ciepły, inteligentny i cały humoru serial animowany, który stosuje w jasny nastrój i powoduje wyobraźnię. Rosja wprowadza „Otkrytoje pismo” 23.10.1872 r. Klasyk. Muzyka została wymyślona przez Jeremy’ego Soule’a, który wykonałem ścieżkę dźwiękową też do serii gier Harry’ego Pottera. Dzieci najlepiej rozwijają się przez zabawę i radości. Kwantowe sterowanie można porównać do gry marionetką, gdzie rolę (niewidzialnych) sznurków pełnią kwantowe korelacje, czyli splątanie dwóch lub bardzo cząstek. Wysiłek umysłowy towarzyszący programowaniu można porównać do występowania w walki. W wojsku na cornu grał cornicen, który zamieniał rozkazy ustne na dźwiękowe. Mogę zdradzić pewien sekret: on skoczył daleko niż 2,45. Jego szkoleniowiec poprosił, aby trenować z nim skoki mentalne na 2,46 i Sotomayor potrafił powodować to z naprawdę bogatym przekonaniem, że kiedy opuszczał mój gabinet, mówił: “Tak, mogę skoczyć 2,46”. A dla mnie mentalnie tyle skoczył - opowiadał po latach sam ze specjalistów, który spośród nim współpracował.

Rury były przystosowane tak, aby wytworzyć wiele skal dźwięków, znanych wczas w Grecji. Cymbala stanowiły wtedy młode talerze: tarcze metalowe z wklęsłymi środkami i wypukłymi bokami. W zastosowaniu istniały także różne grzechotki, dzwonki, bębny czy nawet klapki/sandały. Instrumenty strunowe (kitary, harfy) były obcego pochodzenia. Polecano te instrumenty razem, obijając je o siebie. Po podboju Grecji w Rzymie upowszechniły się zwłaszcza instrumenty takie jak lira czy wspomniany aulos. Lutnia była trzy struny natomiast nie istniała właśnie znana jak lira czy cytra. Lira została przyjęta od Greków, będąć wcześniejszą harfą. Z problemu widzenia kanonu maturalnego najważniejsze dzieła, w których została wykorzystana to etapy graficzne Goi tj. „Kaprysy”, „Okropności wojny”, „Tauromachia”. Wcześniej muzykę współtworzono. Idiofony powstawały w mało odmianach, najbardziej widoczne było scabellum (kołatka). Muzykę skomponował Nobuo Uematsu. Podczas tamtej pierwszej trasy zrobiło się sześć koncertów, a jeszcze specjalny, w Żywcu, rodzinnym mieście marki. Podczas konsultacji istnieje możliwość zobaczenia takich zdjęć. Nauczanie dwujęzyczne wprowadzamy już ale na poziomie edukacji wczesnoszkolnej.

Tibia (grecki aulos) stanowił toż sposób fletu, jednak o dwóch rurkach. Proszę bardzo. https://takarozprawka.pl/artykul/2165/wypracowanie-o-jedzeniu O dwóch takich, co ukradli księżyc"? Po obejrzeniu filmu proszę wykonać zadanie 1,2 str 96. Prace odesłać do jutra do godz 12. Pilnować terminu odsyłania prac. Czy innych niezaplanowanych sytuacji, które wszak nie wymkną się spod kontroli. Ponowne podzielenie narodu niemieckiego było znaczenie po II wojnie światowej (zobacz m.in: żelazna kurtyna , NRD , Trizonia ), jednak z racji tego, że stało ono dość krótko ( 1945 / 49 - 1990 , zobacz: Zjednoczenie Niemiec ) również stanowiło na podłożu głównie ideologicznym , nie było żadnych następstw etnograficznych . Mimo tego, że Google Chrome jest najpoularniejszą przeglądarką internetową, poniżej przedstawione są sposoby na wyczyszczenie przygód z nowych przeglądarek. Recenzje koncertów, produkowane przez innych dziennikarzy czy blogerów, a również artykuły na forach internetowych czy w serwisach społecznościowych przekonują o tym niezwykle niż dobitnie. Promujący trasę singiel "Wszyscy muzycy to wojownicy" w przygotowaniu Wojciecha Waglewskiego, pierwszego dyrektora artystycznego trasy, Macieja Maleńczuka oraz Abradaba, stał się sporym przebojem, kierując się przez dziesięć tygodni w wczesnej piątce notowań Listy Przebojów Programu III Polskiego Radia.

#sprawdzian #kartkowka #rozprawka #wypracowanie #szkola

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mensministry · 2 years

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Nobu Hotel Los Cabos, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico,

Architecture & Landscaping: WATG,

Interior design: Studio PCH,

Collaborators: Idea Asociados, Ares Arquitectos

#art #design #architecture #interiors #boutique hotel #hotel #luxurylifestyle #luxury hotels #nobu #los cabos #mexico #WATG #studio PCH

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sugostudio · 5 years

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Was supposed to be for National Cat Day... might turn it into a car decal for my friend 😹

#sugo studio #illustration #traditional art #copic #illust #cat #car #pch #ocean #socal #beach #doodle

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amazingarchitecturewebsite · 2 years

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Nobu Hotel Los Cabos, #Mexico by WATG @watgdesigns and Studio PCH @studiopch. Read more: Link in bio! Photography: (AIC) or Barbara Kraft Photography WATG: Situated on the southernmost tip of the Baja Peninsula, Nobu Hotel Los Cabos opened in March 2019 with 200 guest rooms and suites, indoor and outdoor meeting and events spaces, spa, retail, infinity pools, private cabanas and a variety of bars and dining. Nobu Los Cabos, the culinary soul of the brand, is nestled close to the ocean’s shore, creating an immersive atmosphere with glass interiors that form a connection to the Pacific and salt air… #hotel #cabosanlucas #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Cabo San Lucas, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaBjI6BsNds/?utm_medium=tumblr

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blush-and-books · 3 years

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she lives in daydreams with me

3+1 in which julie’s daydreaming spreads to luke, too. title and inspiration from she by harry styles.

a gift for my fellow fantoms on this beautiful clowngate.

a/n: this isn’t meant to be tied to/inspired by blissful reveries by noblealice on ao3, but it’s a great fic that i love and it’s a julie daydream fic so i may as well link it because you should check it out!!!

Luke noticed that sometimes, Julie would completely zone out.

It wasn’t often that she did it around him, but while she would try and study her pencil would be moving on the paper but her eyes would not be focused. Or when she would be washing the dishes, a faint humming could be heard under her breath as her hands mindlessly rinsed the plates and placed them into the dishwasher.

“They’re daydreams,” she whispers into the nearly pitch-black garage one night when they stay up, despite their exhaustion, just to be with each other. “I had them a little when I was a kid. It was how I got inspiration for a lot of songs.”

Julie’s voice raises to a higher pitch at the end of her sentence. It’s a familiar sound to Luke, now -- most of her little vocal cues are -- so he turns on the floor to face where she’s lying on the couch, and brings his hand up to her bare ankle.

“They’re musical?”

“They were, and then… They weren’t. I daydreamed a lot after my mom, but it was mostly her walking through the front door like she never left.”

He doesn’t have to say anything. He just needs to be there.”

“And then,” Julie continues, “after I met you, the music came back.”

His heart skips a beat. He knows she meant “you” as in him and Reggie and Alex, them as a collective unit; but it’s a fun little dream of his own for her to just be thinking of him.

Lightly, his thumb skates across her skin. “I’m glad. If anyone should have music in their life, it’s you, Julie.”

“Do you ever daydream?” Her voice is quiet. She’s probably falling asleep.

There’s no reply. So it’s just the two of them, in the dark, with his hand attached to her because now that he can feel her like this he doesn’t want to stop until he has to. His hand is just barely on her ankle, but with every trace of his fingers back and forth along the curve he marvels at his ability to do it in the first place.

A smile pops at the corners of Luke’s lips. “Not really,” he tells her. “If I did… They probably wouldn’t be musical, like yours.”

“Then what would you do?”

He stares, fixed, at his hand on her leg.

“The stuff I want to do, but can’t.”

nine in the morning, a man drops his kids off at school; and he’s thinking of you (like all of us do)

It’s a few days later when Luke realizes that something is off.

A simple Wednesday morning, when Julie darts into the garage before school with her backpack bouncing on her back as she runs up to each of them for a hug. Luke is the final recipient.

He enthusiastically throws his arms around her just as tightly as he does every morning, because in his heart, he wishes she could just stay. It’s ridiculous, and selfish, but he longs for the ability to lay on the torn old couch with Julie at his side and never have to leave.

“Writing when I come back?”

Her eyes are gazing up at him, round and wide and hopeful as her arms stay latched around his neck. Safely, he keeps his hands at her hips and doesn’t allow himself to consider letting them go anywhere else.

“Won’t you have homework?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, but I also have a song I want to work on and I won’t be able to focus until we finish it.”

Ironically, it sounds like one of the excuses he would give his parents long ago. Once the music was out of his head, he would tell them, then he could focus on homework.

(He didn’t.)

“You’re turning into me,” he jokes at her; to which she laughs with a bright and beautiful smile right in front of his face. His eyes can’t help but slip their focus to it. “Music before school? What happened to your dad saying ‘school first?’”

“I’ll tell him I’m going to the garage for peace and quiet.”

God, she’s making this harder and harder. For months, she was the one scolding him about her need to focus on school; and so he trained himself to come across as (marginally) less eager. But now that she’s bouncing on her tiptoes and her head is lifting right in front of his face as she teases fibbing to her dad to write with him, he doesn’t think he has much restraint left.

“How about…” He begins, trying to find something neutral to say. “How about you see how much homework you get and then decide what you want to do first?”

“Since when did you-”

The sound of Ray honking for Julie to come out ends their back-and-forth. It Luke looks close enough -- which he is, because why would he have anything better to do right now than look at Julie -- he can see her disappointment. “Go on, Boss. Your ride’s waiting. I’ll see you after school.”

Carefully, she slips from his arms and wishes them a final goodbye before hustling out of the garage.

And Luke collapses onto the couch the second she’s gone.

“You okay, man?”

“He’s fine, Reg. Just an idiot.”

Luke’s arm, that was covering his face, slides up so that he can glare at Alex. “Hey! Rude. Why am I an idiot?”

“Because all you do is agonize over Julie instead of talking to her.”

His forearm comes back down, blacking out his vision. “No point.”

Moments of quiet pass between the three boys, and eventually, the telltale sound of his bandmates poofing out of the room is faintly heard. Luke is left alone, on the couch.

He doesn’t know how much time passes where he sits in his self-made darkness before the garage door is opening again, and Julie is standing in the doorway, looking adrenaline-rushed and practically glowing. Luke, being Luke, jumps up from the couch in surprise.

“Julie! Hey, uh… What are you doing here? Didn’t you leave for school?”

Her grin is almost fake, it’s so blinding. “I forgot something.”

Unprompted and unexpectedly, Julie is confidently making her way towards him before softly resting her hands on his jaw and pulling his lips down to hers.

Even through his all-encompassing shock, his hands somehow find their way to her waist, and then her back, and then her hair. She’s pulling him down to her, so he’s kind of uncomfortably arched over her but he doesn’t care one bit. Just the same as this morning, she is pressed against him from head to toe but this feels so much better.

He’s trying to keep it slow and soft so that he can savor every moment of this random, welcomed action; but Julie’s asking for a quicker tempo. Her hands are skating across his shoulders and running up to his hair, pulling him down even farther, and he finds himself grasping at her thighs to lift her up and make things more comfortable but she’s pulling away before he can.

Once they part, she shyly takes her bottom lip between her teeth and Luke almost steals her away and begs for more. “That was it,” she mumbles, and then the car horn is echoing out front again, and-

Luke shakes awake.

he takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away (and not telling his mates)

He knows it’s a daydream almost immediately -- a long period of staring at a blank journal can do that to a guy -- when Julie suddenly appears and dangles car keys in front of him.

She’s only just got her permit. She can’t actually drive independently yet.

But he’s spent time on more than one occasion considering what they can go do together when she can.

“You ready for a break, Rockstar?” She asks with a coy smile, and it’s just more confirmation that it’s a fantasy. Julie has only ever called him “Rockstar” once.

But he already likes where his imagination is taking him, so he puts the journal on the coffee table and poofs over to her. “Born ready.”

Her hand tangles itself in his, and she enthusiastically tugs him from the studio into the sunny daylight where her dad’s car sits in the driveway. “Carlos and Dad and Tia are at a baseball game,” she grins, almost proudly, “so you and I get to have an adventure.”

God, this really is a dream. Julie isn’t as impulsive as he can be, but he occasionally finds himself wanting at the idea of going MIA for a day. Just a day. Less than 24 hours, even, with Julie by his side and nobody around who knows them or their situation. Julie and Luke against the world, against life and death, and whatever comes next.

“Lead the way, Boss.”

Nearly within the blink of an eye, they’re on the PCH, speeding down the asphalt with loud music blaring from the speakers. With the windows rolled down and the humid but fresh air billowing around them in the car, it was all too easy for Luke to imagine that he was…

Alive.

This should have been them in 1995 -- him and Julie, him and the boys, all of them together and feeling the rush of being a group of stupid teenagers who love each other.

He knows his hair is getting ruffled as he tilts his head back against the leather headrest, closing his eyes to directly face the air blowing into him. Maybe, through this dream, just for a moment, he can be human.

“This is so fun!” Julie screams next to him, and his face just breaks into a grin because it is so fun. She sounds so full of joy. It’s his favorite sound.

While a part of him wants to hold the daydream in this moment, with the sun hitting his legs and Julie’s hair chaotically whirling around her head; he decides to let things keep going. A moment later, they are pulling into a nearly empty parking lot on the beach.

Their seatbelts click and slide from their chests. Julie’s hand firmly latches around his wrist and proceeds to sprint with him laughing hysterically as he trails behind her, the ocean shimmering in the distance. The moment that their feet splash in the saltwater, Luke takes the chance to pull Julie into his arms by her waist and lift her up; droplets popping up from the water in a cyclone of laughter.

There’s already sweat layering both of their foreheads, but Luke feels honored that he’s standing close enough to her to be able to see it.

Hours -- or, what he assumes are hours -- pass by with water lapping their legs and Luke licking the salt from her shoulder in a move that started as a joke but was really just another ridiculous fantasy fulfilled. After he tries to splash her particularly roughly, she squeals and turns away; turning back to reveal a dripping wet face behind a curtain of hair.

Even though there’s a glare in her eyes, it’s playful. And she doesn’t fight him when he walks up to her, lifts the hem of his loose-fitting tank, and swipes across her cheeks to catch most of it.

The blush on her cheeks could be blamed on excessive sun, or the affectionate gesture, or-

“Luke?”

It takes less than a second for Luke to be back in the studio, back in front of the blank page, back in his reality.

And Julie is in the doorway.

Her cheeks aren’t pink, her legs aren’t bare, her skin isn’t sweat and seawater sticky. It was just a regular school day for her.

She still glows.

“Luke?” He hears her say again, and it’s the final nail in his coffin.

“Yeah, sorry. I was zoning out there for a sec.”

Her curious smile relaxes, and she takes the unspoken invitation to enter the garage and throw her backpack down next to the couch. Her eyes quickly find the journal, “write anything good?”

“Not a word. Didn’t have my partner.”

The line earns him a friendly shoulder-nudge. It’s not much compared to what he just had, but it’s something.

Only, his impulsive brain tells him he needs more.

“Can we go to the beach one day?”

Refocusing her gaze from the open notebook to his face, she amusingly furrows her eyebrows. “I mean… When I have my license, totally. Whatever you guys want.”

“I…” Shut up. Stop here. “I was thinking you and I, actually. Just us.”

“Oh.” He knows that “oh.” It’s the same one she gave him when she was flustered in the school hallway. He can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad sign. Her fingers are twitching against her legs and her eyes avoid his, but a part of him sees his daydream bleed into reality when a pink hue dusts her cheeks. “Just us.”

“Yeah, if you’re-”

“I’d love to.”

Her mouth zips shut like she didn’t mean to say it. But he’s already smiling at her, and probably sporting a blush of his own, and he knows he doesn’t even have a funny remark to say in response.

All he can do is count the days until Julie gets her license.

and she sleeps in his bed (while he plays pretend)

Sometimes, when Julie is gone, he’ll just… Go to her room.

It’s not weird.

He doesn’t snoop -- well, he tries not to -- but everything that’s out in the open is there for his eyes to take in. This way, he gets the little intricate details of what makes Julie Julie that would otherwise take years to learn about a person.

Today, when he poofs in, the bed is unmade. Normally she makes it before leaving for school, but on the rare occasion that she is running late, it will remain in disarray until her return.

Unless, he…

No, no, boundaries.

But it’s just a little favor. And it’s not like she can kill him or anything right?

Once again, his impulsivity dominates the argument. And he’s suddenly wrapping her sheet in his fists and tugging it up and over her pillows, followed by the comforter.

With each puff of air that brushes his face from the falling sheets, he catches a bit of her peach perfume.

The action of making a bed feels so distant to him, but he remembers having to do it himself like it was yesterday. He was too careless to tuck anything in or smooth anything out -- it was just a simple tugging of his sheets to cover the mattress. If he had Julie around back then, pulling him back from the precipice of his relationship with his parents and making music that Bobby wouldn’t steal, then she probably would have shown him how to make his bed more presentable for when she came over.

In front of him, the bed he's making doesn’t look like Julie’s anymore.

It looks like his. His old twin bed at Mitch and Emily Patterson’s house, his old bedroom tucked in at the end of the hallway. Every shade of blue and gray and yellow feels so familiar but only a little off; like his brain is vaguely reconstructing his home with blurred edges and familiar memories.

“Your bathroom is surprisingly clean,” a familiarly warm voice says from behind him. Julie stands in his doorway, adorning an ethereal flower-patterned dress and clunky black combat boots.

The strength of the daydream takes over when she approaches him with a smile and his hands, on instinct, find her hips. “I don’t know why you’re shocked. I’m not a slob.”

“Well…” They both chuckle at her tone. “I thought that with your parents out of town, everything here would be falling apart.”

“Well, you’re here, so that could never happen.”

Her smile is the one thing that he knows he got exactly right in this reconstructed environment. He will always know Julie.

The smile that he leans down to lightly kiss is the same smile he sees when they know they have a catchy chorus on their hands, or when she gets an A on a test, or sometimes just when she comes come to say hi to them. It’s pure Julie joy.

“Now that you’ve made your bed since I was in the bathroom,” she murmurs as they pull away, “can we take that nap we were talking about? School was exhausting.”

Tiredly, her head falls to his chest. It’s such a small, warm gesture; but it sends his heart soaring painfully into the wall of his ribs. “Of course, Boss.”

With a gentle touch, he pulls back the covers of his bed and gestures for Julie to crawl in first. She waves him off, trying to tug at the laces of her boots so that she doesn’t sleep in her shoes, but Luke is quick to prop himself on the edge of the bed and lift her foot to her knee.

“Such a gentleman,” she mocks him, but there’s no venom to her voice. In fact, she’s looking down at him like she loves him.

He slowly helps her slip her foot from the boot with a soft grip on her ankle. “For you, anything.”

Charged, quiet beats pass between them as he finishes work on the other shoe and instantly scoots over to make room on the bed for her to lay next to him. He can make out a small, pleased smile as she does so; rolling over to cuddle into his chest and tangle their legs the moment that she is able to do so.

He feels her take a deep breath against his collarbone as he pulls the sheets up to cover them both. “It all smells like you,” she sighs as she exhales.

“Is that a good thing?”

No verbal response -- just a nod, and the sight of her fingers curling into the edge of the sheet and pulling it up right under her nose. “You cozy, Boss?”

Her melodic hum vibrates against his sternum. Parents out of town, cuddling with his girlfriend, playing music -- this was the dream.

Truly, because it fades around him the moment the recognizable sound of a car rolling up the driveway hits his ears.

And he’s poofing down to greet Julie, acting as if he doesn’t have all of these wants and needs in his head that all go back to her.

It’s a late night, it’s after a gig, and adrenaline is still running fast through Luke’s nonexistent veins. The elevation is still carrying him across the walkway as he recalls the way he shredded his solo and the audience leapt to their feet in roaring applause.

Sometimes, just to spend a few more minutes with her, Luke will walk Julie to her front door after a gig. She’ll send her dad inside and tell him she was going to “call” the guys, when really they would be partaking in a celebratory band hug before they all cleaned up and retired for the night.

Tonight was one of those nights, and the cobblestones felt like clouds under Luke’s shoes.

“Jules, you don’t understand, that high note? I didn’t think it could get better, but something about the lights and the crowds and-”

“It was your guitar solo that kept the audience hyped, though!”

“I think after you swung your wrecking ball voice at them, they would have listened to anything afterwards. You don’t get how magnetic you are, Jules.”

The two of them step up her porch, lingering on the top step. Even though he’s been looking at her all night, post-concert Julie has messy makeup and wild hair and he still sees the flashing lights of the stage reflected in her eyes. She carries the energy of performing with her everywhere she goes.

They’re closer than he realized. He can see the exact dark clouds under her eyes where her mascara has rubbed off, and the strands of hair dotting her hairline, and-

“Luke…”

He doesn’t know what she wants to say, but he doesn’t care. “You’re magnetic, Julie, really. It’s like magic. Nobody can resist you.”

The energy crackles against his fingertips, because he can feel himself twitching to touch her.

It’s true -- she’s magnetic. He’s leaning in closer and closer with every passing second.

But she’s the one who makes the first move.

It’s expected and it isn’t when her hands dart from her sides to his neck to his hair and guide him to her as if he would need any help finding her. His hands waist no time in pressing up against her back, bringing her body against his in a way he only feels in hugs-

Only this time, their lips are colliding, and he almost convinces himself this isn’t real.

It’s a sudden and beautiful situation that he’s sure he could only conjure in his daydreams that he has her to blame for in the first place. He’s probably laying on the couch in the studio replaying the look on her face when she hit the high note in question at the gig, and how the gasp she let out at the end propelled him into his solo like he’s never played it before.

There’s no way he’s making out with Julie right now.

And he doesn’t mean to vocalize his hesitation, but as her mouth breaks from his with deep breaths that are muted versions of the gasp from the gig, the words tumble from his mouth.

“Is this a dream?”

With a confused mirth in her eyes, she scrapes the back of his neck with her fingernails and it’s almost tantalizing enough for his head to lull back.

Please let this be a dream so that he doesn’t wake up tomorrow realizing he did all of this on the Molina’s front porch.

“I don’t think so,” Julie whispers through her grin. Her fingers apply pressure on the back of his neck, wanting him to come back to her lips probably as much as he wants to come back, and she leans farther into him with their faces barely an inch apart. “But even if it is -- isn’t it a wonderful dream?”

As her mouth parts underneath his and he coaxes another gasp out of her, he agrees -- it is a wonderful dream.

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HOLD MY HAND PART TWELVE

A/N: hiiiii! here she is! the epilogue! i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone that has supported me through writing and sharing this story 💘 it’s my first full length multi-part series on here and it has been the most rewarding thing to be able to share a story that has been brewing in my mind for 5 (!!!!) months! huge thank you to anna for encouraging me throughout this entire process @for-fucks-sake-h and quite literally holding my hand through every draft 💘 i hope you guys enjoy x

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It’s been easy to share our relationship with our friends in LA because we could control it. Harry and I didn’t feel the need to hide anything about us, we went to dinners and took walks around the neighborhood, grabbed coffee in the early mornings. Our lives weren’t lived in hiding anymore and it felt natural.

“How do you feel about spending the summer in England with me?” Harry asked on one of our late night drives. It was his favorite thing to do, mostly alone but now with me. The mindless task of driving up and around Mullholland, heading back down towards Sunset, sometimes even taking the extra thirty minutes to drive up PCH to feel the cool Malibu breeze.

“The entire summer?”

“I was hoping,” Harry says looking over at me in the passenger seat. “I know you have the studio and we can come back for a few weeks to make it work. I want you to meet my mum and sister,” he reaches his right hand over to mind, his thumb lazily grazing over my knuckles.

Harry and I have been in a really good spot. He was working through the album, traveling back and forth with different work obligations but always making the effort to spend a few weeks with me in LA.

“My step-brother is getting married and I’d love for you to be my date.” Harry says his eyes slightly shifting over to meet mine before shifting back to the road ahead.

“I’d love that, let me figure it out with work first but of course I’ll come to the wedding with you.”

I was filled with nerves the few weeks leading up to my trip to London. I was going to be meeting the two most important women in Harry’s life. This trip to London was the next step in our relationship, meeting his friends and family that he always spoke so highly of. I can’t wait to be immersed in a city that Harry gets to call home. I think about the walks around the Heath that he takes every morning and night, how he couldn’t stop telling me about all the restaurants he wanted to show me and his promise to do the cliche tourist traps but only because it would be my first time.

It’s cliche what they say about finding your person because it’s true. The bond that we have has grown so much in just three short months and it feels a bit overwhelming to think about how much love you can have for someone.

“She’s going to love you because I love you,” Harry says from the same spot on the bed he hasn’t moved from all weekend. I landed in London on a Friday afternoon and besides the walks downstairs for coffee or to collect the takeaway, Harry and I have been holed up in his room.

“I don’t want your mom to love me because she feels obligated to. I want her to like me because of me.” I was in his en-suite, getting ready for the day ahead of us, a 4 hour drive to Cheshire to Harry’s family home and another hour driving to the hotel we were staying at for the wedding.

“She’s not only going to like you for you, she’s going to love you Sof, you really have nothing to worry about it. I’m a bit nervous too, the three most important women in my life meeting each other for the first time.”

“Three women in your life that you know already love you, there’s not much to be nervous about.” I look over to Harry who is still laying on the bed, this time with his phone in his hand replying to messages he missed over the weekend.

“Heyyyy, s’not nice I’ve got plenty to be nervous about.” Harry moves from his spot on the bed, leaving the phone on the nightstand as he swings his legs over to plant themselves on the floor and leaving little to the imagination as he walks into the bathroom.

“You really need to stop walking around naked.”

“M’not naked, have boxers on.” He says as he grabs his pink toothbrush from the counter, our eyes meet in the mirror, his eyebrows raised at the same time as mine. “But really Sof, they’re going to love you not only because I do but because you’re amazing, and they’d be silly not to. I’ll be by your side the entire time, if it gets too much, just give me the signal.”

“Okay, now let’s get a move on, I don’t want your mom thinking I’m the reason why you’re always late.”

I started gathering our belongings for this weekend trip away as Harry tried to stop me from moving so fast. We had a schedule to follow and not even the very convincing kisses from my boyfriend would let me be late to meet his family for the first time. I put on one of Harry’s tour hoodies and headed downstairs, three months into dating and I know the only way to get him moving faster is if I pretend that I’m going to leave without him and like clockwork I can hear Harry finally coming down the stairs.

“We’ve officially become that couple,” Harry says as he rounds the corner and is in my line of vision. He has on the same tour hoodie as me and all I can do is laugh,

“Well, I’m not changing so I guess we are.”

Some of my favorite moments with Harry are moments that we have in the car, a space where it is just us with the music playing in the background as we discuss everything under the sun. Harry was telling me about the Rolling Stone cover he was going to be shooting at the end of the month, a chance for me to come to New York with him for something more lowkey then the Met. I felt lucky being able to know Harry in this way watching him get excited in real time as opportunities arrived. The giddiness in his voice as he explained who would be doing the cover story and how he couldn’t believe they offered him a cover again. I talked about how I was starting to learn more at the studio through encouragement of my therapist. I was sitting in on more sessions, stepping away from the front desk and not being afraid for more hands on learning and it felt liberating.

The nerves subsided as Harry drove closer to the house, his hand found its way to mine like it always did, his thumb running across my knuckles letting me know that he was here and I had nothing to worry about. I could feel Harry himself getting more comfortable, pointing out different shops and parks that he spent time at for a lot of his adolescent years. This was his home, a place where he didn’t have to look over his shoulder or wonder who was snapping a picture. He felt good here, the smile on his face was clear evidence of that.

The detached home was tucked away in the corner of a quiet street, a black gate at the front, something Harry insisted to put into place when his Mom moved after many years of people camped outside his childhood home. Anne, Harry's mom, was waiting for us at the front door, a wide toothy smile spread across her face. Her jet black hair frames her face perfectly, she’s wearing a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans. As soon as Harry gets out the car she is quick to make her way towards us.

Anne hugs me first, “Sofia, wow, FaceTime does not do you justice. You’re beautiful!” She is all smiles, a face similar to Harry’s but not identical.

“Thank you, you look amazing yourself.”

“I’m right here Mum,” Harry pouts from behind us.

“Always been jealous of other people getting the attention, good to see nothing changed,” Anne teases Harry and he responds in his very exaggerated hey before pulling his mom in for a hug.

“Let’s get going, Gem and Michael are inside,” Anne said as she led the way inside. I followed behind her and Harry caught up, fitting his hand in mine and giving me one last reassuring glance.

Anne’s house feels warm and cozy, there are pictures and accolades of the family littered throughout the walls. Large windows in the living room that cast the perfect amount of light through the curtains. The nerves were slowly starting to settle. We were greeted by Gemma and her partner, Michael in the kitchen. I was met with the same warm smiles and hugs that Anne offered.

“I’ve been begging Harry to get you over here,” Gemma says, each of us settling into our spots around the kitchen island.

“I’m glad I could make the trip,” I replied before taking a sip of the coffee that Anne made for us. “I was really excited when Harry asked me to come for the wedding and to meet you guys.”

“She was a ball of nerves this morning,” Harry says and I swiftly kick his ankle before he can finish his sentence. “What?” He says loudly for everyone to hear.

“It’s not really nice to throw your girlfriend under the bus mate,” Gemma says as Anne gives Harry a death stare from across the island.

Harry lifts his hands in the air jokingly, “Sorry, sorry I was just trying to be funny.”

“Next time, save it.” Anne speaks up in my defense.

We quickly fall into conversation about what we have all been up to. Anne’s life as an empty nester and Gemma’s digital career in London. It wasn’t long before Harry and Michael found their way into the living room and I stayed in the kitchen getting all the embarrassing stories from Harry’s childhood - the times Gemma would only allow him to hangout with her and their friends if he agreed to being their own personal dress-up doll, the years that Harry spent singing only in the bathroom before getting the courage to ask them if they’d listen. All of this feels natural like all my moments with Harry the nerves slowly disappear and it feels good.

It’s a special feeling to be let into a family so effortlessly. I never thought moments like this were meant for me. I was introduced to everyone, trying my hardest to remember names and engage in small talk. Harry waas getting pulled all around, everyone wanting to know what he had been up to and what he had coming next.

“A major perk of having him as my brother is no one ever cares about what I’m doing,” Gemma says.

“It’s tough to compete with him,” I replied, watching Harry maneuver through the different groups in the back garden. The wedding ceremony just ended and we were waiting to be let into the reception.

“I’d like to think I’m still the favorite child, he’s just the one with more access,” Gemma jokes.

“How many people do you think are telling him about their nieces and nephews who are huge fans?”

“Knowing him, he’s probably promised all of them backstage passes, which he will forget about as soon as the night is over.” Gemma and I break into laughter as she begins spilling good old family gossip.

I felt natural in my conversations with Gemma and the rest of Harry’s family, it was easy - it felt like I was always supposed to fit into his life and these moments were the markers for our future.

Harry and I found ourselves back in our room just before midnight. The party was still very much going on downstairs, the vibrations from the DJ could be heard on the journey up to our room. We needed time alone, Harry was desperate and touchy when he got a few drinks in him, whispering in my ear about how much he wanted me and one too many slips of his grabby hands, I knew we had to take it upstairs.

There is something inherently sexy about being in a hotel room. A space that you have no responsibility in, we can do whatever we want, however we want and don’t have to worry about the mess afterwards. The king size bed sits in the middle of the room, waiting for us to tangle ourselves in it.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Harry says looking back at me as I lay on the bed. His back is still turned to me as he takes his rings off, the cling of each ring hitting the catch all dish is the only sound in the room.

“Thinking about what?” I tease, titling my head to the right.

“How badly I need you,” Harry turns around and begins walking towards the bed. He stays at the end, watching me, trying to decide his next move.

“Need me?” I raise my eyebrow as I stand up from the bed and turn around, inviting Harry to help me take the dress off. I feel his breath on my back, his fingers on my shoulders as he takes the zip of my dress and pulls it down. I turn around so I’m facing Harry now, the two of us begin slowly taking our clothes off keeping our eye contact the entire time. The intimate moments between us is what I cherish just as much as every grandiose gesture.

Harry slowly lifts my chin up, meeting his lips with mine, “Always, need you.” He whispers as he deepens the kiss between us. I move my hands to the back of his head, twisting my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. I walk back towards the bed and fall back in the middle of the bed, Harry doesn’t come with. I sit myself up by my elbow and look down,

“Wanna make you feel good,” Harry says as he leaves a kiss on my ankle before gripping his hands underneath my knees and moving me forward to meet my center with his mouth. He takes his time, slowly kissing up my thighs before meeting my center. He hooks his fingers to my underwear and drags them down my body.

Harry looks back up at me once more before pressing a kiss at the top of my clit, sucking at the nub as I feel the fire build up in the pit of my stomach. He moves his middle finger up and down my center, keeping his mouth on my clit. He slips a finger inside, carefully followed by a second,

“Harry,” I gasp feeling his mouth move against my clit as his fingers work inside me. Harry smirks at my response, aware and pleased with himself how quickly he can make my body react. I move my hands in his hair, pulling and tugging as he hooks his fingers inside me. I ride my hips around his fingers and I can see Harry use his other hand to pump himself as the fire lit inside me finally releases against him.

“Good girl,” Harry says moving from his knees and finding my lips, tasting myself against his tongue. Harry positions himself at my center before pushing in at a slow and steady pace. Harry cups my face with his hands as I move up to meet his lips with mine. Our hips move at a similar speed as we find our rhythm. Our bodies connect and work together to show how much we love each other.

I lifted my head and pressed my forehead against his, “Harry,” I moan as I attach my lips to his. His movements become faster pressing into me.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Harry groaned as he reached his orgasm, filling me up and standing there for a moment, trying to catch his breath before collapsing on the side of the bed next to me. I turn my head to the right and am met with his wide smile, a single curl hanging at the front of his forehead.

“I love you,” I whisper before moving closer to kiss him again.

“I love you too,” he replies.

And on our journey back to London, as I begin dozing off to sleep, Harry picks up a phone call from Anne. He says something about a trip to Italy, how he will make sure to make it back to Cheshire a few more times before the end of summer and the last thing I hear before finally closing my eyes.

“I’m so happy you guys got on well, cause she’s going to be with me forever.”

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Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4.5 Star Review

I loved this book. It was a total delight, completely hooked me and didn’t let go and I stayed up way too late reading last night and then said out loud “Oh that was sooo goooood!” when I finished it. It’s very charming and feel-good.

This book has similar vibes to The Charm Offensive and Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake in that it’s a queer romantic comedy taking place on the set of a reality TV show. In this case it’s a cooking competition. And if you liked those books, you will like this one too.

Dahlia & London, our female/non-binary MCs, meet on the show and their chemistry is palpable, you fall in love with them and cheer for them the entire time. The book has great banter, yummy food, a few steamy scenes and lots of angst and feelings. Dahlia is divorced and not out yet, London is the first openly non-binary contestant on the show. They are opposites in their experience and the things they like, but compliment each other so well and it's through their love of cooking that their bond grows. I loved the inner thoughts dual POV about identity and insecurities that each character goes through, it feels really important for right now. Dahlia’s trans brother Hank is also a scene-stealer.

I have seen every season of Top Chef and live in Santa Monica so the trips to the beach, drive on PCH and the Burbank studio felt very familiar, and some of the other things they do around town and observations are literally right outside my door. Dahlia thinks palm trees are spectacular and London thinks they look like an alien species. So cute.

Love & Other Disasters releases on January 18, 2022.

Do your heart a favor and pre-order this one.

– Thanks to NetGalley/Forever for the ARC for a review –

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Woody Harrelson, By Owen Wilson - Interview Magazine - September 28, 2009

Woody Harrelson could so easily have remained the adorable goof behind America’s favorite bar forever. It’s hard to believe now, but for a while playing Woody Boyd on the sitcom Cheers seemed like the summit of Harrelson’s career. [...] He talks to his friend and gambling partner Owen Wilson about The Messenger, as well as speeding, losing at poker, jumping out at roommates, and a number of other eccentricities he’s managed to pick up over the years.

OWEN WILSON: Hey, buddy.

WOODY HARRELSON: Hey.

WILSON: Where are you?

HARRELSON: I’m in the beloved state of Hawaii. Maui.

WILSON: Where?

HARRELSON: I’m at your house. [laughs] No, I’m up in my house.

WILSON: Sounds like you’ve had a good run of poker there. Last you said, you won three games in a row?

HARRELSON: Yeah, three times in a row. That never happens. But I’m also managing to pull the chute a little earlier and get the hell out before I give it all back and start writing chits.

WILSON: That’s always been the scouting report on you in poker: Not a lot of discipline. So I’m glad to see that you’re learning how to walk away.

HARRELSON: Yeah, I’ve got to look at your scouting report sometime.

WILSON: We’re probably the two worst players in that Maui poker game.

HARRELSON: It’s not that. We’re just the most trusting.

WILSON: We’re the most optimistic, the most hopeful.

HARRELSON: We believe in our own luck.

WILSON: It’s such a cast of characters that play in that Maui poker game. I remember our one friend saying it looked like the bar scene from Star Wars.

HARRELSON: Those guys are scoundrels, man. They sit there and pick you clean.

WILSON: I’m out in Malibu right now, and I was just thinking that you lived out here when you worked on Cheers, didn’t you?

HARRELSON: Yeah, I was out there until I was about 33.

WILSON: That seems like a long commute from here to Paramount Studios on Melrose.

HARRELSON: I never broke the 25-minute barrier, but I could always make it in under a half hour.

WILSON: Which is insane.

HARRELSON: Well, I had my motorcycle. I took the PCH [Pacific Coast Highway] to [Highway] 10 to Crenshaw [Boulevard], just trying to fight the traffic.

WILSON: Wow, that’s flying. When did you first come to L.A.?

HARRELSON: I came in around ’85.

I was on Cheers for eight years, and I couldn’t get another job, and I thought, I’m going to be Woody Boyd forever. Which is not bad, but I really thought I was capable of more.

WILSON: I remember you saying that you had already landed the role on Cheers and that you were rooming with Clem [Franek] and the Farrellys. I also remember you saying that when you first did interviews for Cheers and people asked you who the funniest guys you knew were, you’d say these guys from Rhode Island, the Farrelly brothers . . .

HARRELSON: I was always saying that. Who knew that they’d become these comedy phenoms?

WILSON: I remember Pete Farrelly saying that you guys would do things to try to scare each other.

HARRELSON: Yeah, I’d sometimes hide in his bathroom. . . I might wait an hour or so for him.

WILSON: Pete said that he’d come home and fix himself something to eat, go into his bedroom, start watching TV or reading. Then after an hour or two, he’d finally go into the bathroom to get ready to go to bed, brushing his teeth in the mirror, and suddenly you’d appear from the shower. [both laugh] This means you’d been waiting for two hours. That’s a real commitment to a joke.

HARRELSON: Yeah, it’s a little twisted. He finally put a stop to it. And one time he slapped me because he got so freaked out. He started screaming, “Never do that again! I could have a heart attack!” So that ended the fun of that one.

WILSON: When did you first get interested in acting?

HARRELSON: High school. I heard that if you were a terrific athlete, you could attract girls. So I had to look into some other possibilities. [laughs] I got into theater actually because of this girl, Robin Rogers. After she saw me do an Elvis impersonation in the library, she said I should be in the theater. And I was like, “If Robin Rogers wants me to be in theater, I’m going to be in theater.”

WILSON: You did a good Elvis impersonation?

HARRELSON: [In Elvis voice] Well, I, uh, uh, don’t want to brag, but, uh, uh, I surely did.

WILSON: Obviously you made the transition from doing theater to meet girls to something that you found you were good at.

HARRELSON: It really was specifically so I could hang out with Robin. I started dating her up until my freshman year in college. She came to visit me at college and got really upset because I had a paper that I hadn’t even started and she didn’t want to watch me peck away at my typewriter. She got furious, and our relationship ended. But, yeah, I found out I really liked acting.

WILSON: When did you decide to try to make acting your job?

HARRELSON: Well, I think it was because my buddy Clint Allen, who went to Hanover College with me, said that he was going to try out for Juilliard. And if he got accepted, he asked if I’d move to New York and be his roommate. I said, “Well, sure!” thinking the odds were astronomical that he’d get accepted. But he did. So I went. I was planning to bounce around and do regional theater and summer stock and eventually make my way to New York. But it happened faster that way.

WILSON: I’ve never done any theater acting. What did you like so much about it?

HARRELSON: We’re never going to be rock stars, which is probably everybody’s real dream. So that’s our only chance to get up in front of a live audience.

WILSON: Do people still send you plays or do you look for them?

HARRELSON: Well, mostly it’s been people sending things. But lately I’ve been looking for something to do that’s really cool. Dustin Hoffman said he would love to do a play with me, so I’ve been trying to think of one. Frances McDormand also wanted to do one. They both said this to me casually. But I take it very seriously, so I’ve been looking around. The thought of doing something they could all be in—and maybe Ben Foster as well. That would be pretty cool. WILSON: You and Ben worked on The Messenger together. It was some of the best work I’ve seen in a long time.

HARRELSON: Thanks, man. This fellow named Oren Moverman co-wrote the script. He’s a fantastic writer and director. When I first read the script, they wanted me to do a small part, and I really didn’t want to, although it was one of the greatest scripts I had read. They wanted me to play the colonel, which was more of a cameo thing. But when I said I couldn’t do it, they said, “What about this other part, Captain Tony Stone.” And I was like, “Ah, yes. I think that one is a fantastic part.”

WILSON: Did you do any research?

HARRELSON: Well, you might remember I was picking your brain, finding out all about your military service. And I got to go meet a lot of soldiers, a lot of people in the Army, which was a great experience for me because I’m not a big lover of these wars we have going on here, which I would consider oil wars. So it was nice to spend some time with the soldiers and realize their part in all this and how truly heroic they are, doing what they’re doing—all this for no money and just for the love of their country and fellow man, really putting their lives on the line. So I really became a fan of the warrior but not the war.

WILSON: Did you speak with anyone who actually had your job? The “messenger” refers to the characters that you and Ben Foster play, who are military officials who give news to the next of kin about a death.

HARRELSON: Casualty notification officers. Yeah, I talked to a few of those guys, and they say it’s the hardest job in the Army. You can imagine it would be pretty tough to have to go and tell people that news. There’s not really that much they can say. It’s incredibly difficult, so painful. What’s cool, though, is that the Army really got behind the film and supported it and let us shoot on the Fort Dix military base. They wanted people to recognize this part of the program. But I don’t want anyone to think this movie is a bummer. It is really quite uplifting. Oren Moverman is an amazing director. He did so many extraordinary things—like letting a scene go for nine minutes long. Your buddy Ben Stiller saw the movie and had lunch with him the next day. He wants to work with him.

WILSON: After the stories you heard from the Army, did you do any improvising?

HARRELSON: The script was pretty polished by the time I read it, but we did do a lot of improvising and we did throw in things, sometimes just spontaneously. Like in one scene I sing an army song . . . .

WILSON: I remember when you were working on No Country for Old Men. I guess you were doing a scene with Javier [Bardem], and you guys just started talking. It was that incredible last scene you were in with all of that tension. I remember you saying that you guys brainstormed dialogue together, and you came up with some ideas and wrote out a couple of pages. And you guys were excited and showed them to the Coens, and they said, “Yeah, this could be good.” But then you ended up doing it the way they had it. [both laugh]

HARRELSON: I actually saw so much good material in Cormac McCarthy’s book. There was cool stuff like “You keep looking at my eyes like you think if you keep looking at my eyes I won’t shoot you.” So I actually rewrote the scene, and Javier and I got together in the evening and memorized it, and then we went in the next day and performed it for those guys, and they were like, “Yeah, you know what? Let’s keep it the way it was.” [laughs] I think they did change one line, which for them is unusual, being such maestros, and I was being presumptuous. But I’m one of those actors who is going to come in with 2,500 ideas. You can shoot down 2,499, but one of them you’re going to like.

WILSON: Your body of work has been amazing. There aren’t many actors who have done so many different things. I mean, to go from Cheers, where the character had your name, and break out of that and then go from Natural Born Killers to The People vs. Larry Flynt and then Kingpin [1996], which you did with the Farrellys—that’s real range.

HARRELSON: You know, I was on Cheers for eight years, and I couldn’t get another job, and I thought, I’m going to be Woody Boyd forever. Which is not bad, but I really thought I was capable of more.

WILSON: What do you think was your real break into movies?

HARRELSON: It was really White Men Can’t Jump [1992]. I guess I probably would’ve just been Woody Boyd but for the fact that Keanu Reeves didn’t play great basketball. [Wilson laughs] That was the only thing that saved me.

WILSON: How did you get cast in Natural Born Killers?

HARRELSON: Well, we thought it was kind of weird because when I was cast in Natural Born Killers, the only things Oliver Stone could have seen me in were Cheers and White Men Can’t Jump. Even Indecent Proposal [1993] hadn’t come out. So it was weird that he cast me, but he just said, “I see something in your eyes.” I was glad to work with Oliver because I always thought he was one of the great cinematic geniuses—I still do. And I was really glad to get to do that part, although, ironically, when the movie came out, I thought the big problem would be that people wouldn’t believe my character. But the big fallout actually came from the violence in the movie.

WILSON: That film got a lot of criticism.

HARRELSON: The media rained down negativity on it. At the time, I really thought that was unfair because I saw it as a misunderstood romantic comedy. But if you’ve got to explain that something’s a satire, then I guess it don’t really work. [laughs]

WILSON: I was going to say that I can only think that Oliver Stone must’ve seen something in your eyes that I’ve seen a few times, like when I’m trying to collect from you on a bet that you’ve lost. You do have a kind of crazy gear that you can click into.

HARRELSON: Yeah, you’ll be seeing that in a couple days, don’t worry.

WILSON: Which one of us would you say is the better sport when he loses?

HARRELSON: I think I’m probably a better sport. You tend to really just freak when you lose. You have a real hard time with it.

WILSON: But I think that’s because we’ve always been good friends and love the competition. It’s the same with my brothers. We can just sit there for eight hours throwing pebbles at a tree to see who can hit it the most times and be endlessly entertained by that. You grew up with brothers too. There’s something funny about growing up with a lot of male energy—and now you’re surrounded by four goddesses in this beautiful family that you have.

HARRELSON: It’s the way I like it now. I can’t imagine anything different.

WILSON: Having three daughters must be a change of pace from being around a bunch of guys.

HARRELSON: I don’t know—they’re pretty competitive. [laughs] Well, dude, I know you must have little stand-up paddling in your immediate future.

WILSON: Whoa! Don’t be rushing me off the phone here! I’ve got a page of 47 questions and we’ve covered three of them! We’ve got to keep going. Really, I can do this all day. [laughs] But I was actually having flashbacks to before we were even friends, when I set up a lunch with [film producer] Richard Sakai to pitch you on a script idea or something. I remember, after about, like, five minutes, I just kind of stopped talking, like, I kind of gave up on my idea. You say that you still remember it being one of the worst pitches you ever heard. [laughs]

HARRELSON: It was so funny because you wouldn’t even commit to finishing a sentence. It was like, “Well, I was just thinking, you know . . . Maybe . . . You know?”

WILSON: It was definitely the soft-felt approach. I don’t even remember what the idea was that we were pitching you, but I was not P.T. Barnum exactly. [both laugh] All right, buddy. I look forward to seeing you down the road in Maui.

HARRELSON: I’ll see you then, bro. Take care.

WILSON: You bet.

Owen Wilson is an actor and an Academy Award–nominated screenwriter.

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