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maybe it's best...

paris is known as the city of love, but why is your heartbreaking

Word count: 10740

A/N: Hi friends! As you can see by the word count i have no control when it comes to harry and bel. this was requested by a lovely anon about wanting some angst and well i hope i delivered.

Warnings: panic attack, angst

you can read more of harry and bel here love on tour series sending you lots of love 🤍🤍🤍

New York City, New York

There’s always something new happening in your life. The never-ending cycle of work, rest, and repeat. As much fun as you had with Harry during his Wembley shows in London, getting to celebrate with friends and families, you had to leave. Work did not wait for you as much as you wished it did.

The only good thing about leaving Harry was that there was already a set date for when you would see him again. Paris is where you would reunite as Harry decided he wanted to spend a few days with you in the City of Love as cheesy as he was because after you had to begin pre-production for a new movie. You’d head out early and leave the day after the show as he would be heading to Belgium.

Luckily for you, both would be busy, meaning time would move faster. Harry had stadiums to sing and dance to while you had scripts to memorize and photoshoots to be taken. You were in New York shooting with Tyler Mitchell for your cover of Harper’s Bazaar. The interview had already taken place; the last part was the photo session. You were glad Tyler was available as he is someone you loved working with, as he had a way of capturing the subject through his lens. 

You were glad to be back in New York for a week enjoying all the walking you got to do. Many paparazzi are lingering around, but you have proved stealthy when moving around. Naomi and Sarai were busy camping in Yosemite, getting ready to hike Half Dome, a hike that could take up to 10-12 hours. You did not envy them. All you wished for was they had a great time and returned home safely. 

New York alone would not be a problem. It meant you had time for things you hadn’t done in the longest time, such as visiting a Broadway show or visiting your god-daughter Violet and her father, Alex. There were new restaurants you wanted to try, and you were happy to do that alone. 

You had finally finished with your shoot. It was outfit after outfit. It was fun when you started, but new hairstyles and makeup get repetitive after the first few hours. Thankfully, the team you were working with made it fun, and as soon as they called it for the day, everyone cheered for a job well done. You made sure to say goodbye to the entire crew as you were leaving, thanking them for being part of the project. 

Silas, your driver, had asked if you wanted to go back home or out for some dinner when your phone rang. You felt your heart rate pick up at the chance of it being Harry but looked at the time on the dash and knew it wouldn’t be him as in Oslo sleeping off another successful show. You spoke with him earlier in the day before the shoot wishing him luck and that you’d be thinking of him. Harry sent you a photo of him in his outfit for the day, and you were left in awe of how gorgeous he looked.

Instead, the caller read Genesis, your co-star in the newest season of The Umbrella Academy, that your friends and family had congratulated you on the show’s success. You had to do a few interviews because the story was not focused on you. That’s something you reminded Viola, who assured you that the number of talk shows and interviews would be smaller, and thankfully they had been.

“Hi lovely, how are you?” You greet when you connect the call.

“Y/N, amor. I’m good. Heard you’re in New York,” Genesis cuts straight to the point.

You laugh, “I am. Wrapped up for the day, deciding what to eat for dinner.”

Someone is whispering beside her; it sounds oddly familiar. “How great. Would you like to join us at Sushi Seki for dinner?” 

“On first?” 

“The very one.” 

“I can be there in twenty,” you offer. 

“Perfect.” 

“Who’s us?” 

There’s arguing, then a new voice reaches your ear as you finish giving Silas directions to the restaurant. 

“It’s your favorite person,” the voice greets. 

A smile overtakes your face, “David!”

“The one and only.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait to squeeze you both.” 

“Feeling is mutual,” they both shout. 

You make it under the promised time. Silas says he’ll only be a few blocks away to call or text him when you’re ready to go home. He’s an older man who loves telling stories about the city he moved to at eighteen. His wife and kids are his pride and joy, and as much as you offered him time to retire to spend time with his wife, he says she’s not ready to be done teaching and needs something to do for the time being. 

“Have a great dinner, Miss Belmonte.” 

“You’re welcome to come in,” you offer.

He shakes his head, laughing, “as always, thank you, but not today.” 

“Another time,” you make him promise. 

“Of course.” 

You head into the restaurant giving Genesis’ name; the young hostess walks you, assuring you that your waiter will be over soon. 

“Y/N Belmonte!” David shoots out of his seat, pulling you into a bear hug and knocking the wind out of you. Genesis bumps him out of the way, takes you into her arms, and then ushers you into the seat.

You laugh because these are your friends, you missed having them around. As actors, they understand the constant travel from location to location and the never-ending press interviews. But here, you get to just tell dumb stories and catch up. 

You and Genesis have not spoken as often, but it’s clear time is not a factor as she fills you in on her life. While you and David are constantly communicating, from emails to texts to having your assistants in contact. You are starring in a romance film that begins filming in Spring 2023. You and David are similar; both Hispanic, embracing your culture and showing that part of ourselves in each role we play. You’ve admired his work for a long time, but after working with him, you’re an even bigger fan. He will say the same about you, always making sure to sing your praise even when you tell him not to.  

You remember speaking with Matthew Lopez, the screenwriter and director of this romantic movie, and how he approached you to be the lead after letting you read the script, and you were hooked. The screentest with David was easily the best you had, and it was a no-brainer to you and Matthew, who deserved the role. All three of you were excited to embark on this journey, as your Hispanic background was something you all shared. It would make for an even more safe and more diverse set. 

David said you spoke a lot about your boyfriend, Harry, but he didn’t blame you because he sounded like a fantastic partner. He admitted to being a fan and hopefully would get to meet him soon. This project was still under wraps, not a single word out about it, and you were all hoping for it to stay that way until next year after Matthew had finished filming his directorial debut, Red White and Royal Blue. Not a single soul knew about the project besides your managers and assistants that had to coordinate the shooting days. 

You shared a knowing smile with David as Genesis demanded to hear all about your boyfriend and how you bought a house in London. 

“She is half English, you know,” David tells her.

Genesis reaches over to slap his shoulder. “Cabrón. Claro que se.” 

“Hey, no need to call me a dumbass,” he pouts. 

“Be nice. He wears his heart on his sleeve, remember,” you joke because as much as you love David, you never know what’s going on in his head.

“Ha ha.” David rolls his eyes. 

“Back to Bel,” 

You pout, “I feel like all I’ve done is talk.” 

“That’s cause we never see you anymore,” Genesis reminds you.

“Miss booked and busy,” David teases.

“Always a phone call away.” They give you a stare, and you sigh, “fine, always a text away.” 

After dinner, you all called it quits having busy days planned for tomorrow. Silas says he should be there in five, while Genesis says you must get breakfast together alone before leaving. You promise to squeeze her into your busy schedule. 

That leaves you and David chatting as he waits for your driver to arrive. He promises he doesn’t mind waiting for his mother would kill him if she knew he left you alone waiting for your ride. Conversation flows easy; you’re laughing at a dumb joke he made that you don’t notice a camera pointed in your direction or the flash that accompanied it. 

Your team would not inform you about the photos that were quick to spread through all types of fan accounts because it’s not something you ever worried about, and it wasn’t affecting you negatively for it to be mentioned. Social media is not something you concern yourself over; if anything, Instagram was the only form of media you used because you loved seeing all of Harry’s photos. Also, the easiest way to keep up with your friends and family.

Only a few more days in New York, then you’d finally be home.

Oslo, Norway 

Harry loved performing. 

His mum always told him he was made for the stage, made to make an impact on everything around him. 

Here he was performing in sold-out stadiums filled for him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to do this again, but here he is achieving these dreams. Even better is that he’s so loved by his family and friends but most importantly by his girlfriend, Bel. 

Bel was his best friend. You spoiled him by joining his US tour for a few months because now, whenever he turns a corner, he hopes to find you. Yet, knew that was not possible. He was lucky enough that Bel joined him for the start of the tour. Where Bel got to see him play his first stadium and meet more of his family and friends they didn’t see during the holidays. 

Harry had said goodnight to the band and headed to his room for the night, ready to travel to France tomorrow. 

As he lay in bed, he pulled out his phone seeing a text message from Jeff. It linked him to Twitter, where an E News headline was speaking about Bel; curious why Jeff sent it, he opened the link. 

There was a photo of Bel looking as beautiful as ever from one of her past red carpets and alongside her was someone that wasn’t familiar to Harry. He had a lovely face and an even nicer beard. 

The headline read: Y/N Belmonte and David Castañeda set to star in a Romance film set to start filming Spring 2023. Here’s what we know so far. 

He exited that one only to find another: Sparks lying between the newest co-stars.

Harry frowns at his phone; he doesn’t know about any new movies you’d be doing or who this person you were spotted with was. You had told him your upcoming schedule but not your future plans. He’d still be touring, and you’d be filming. It meant more coordinating schedules and facetime dates. He’d do anything for you, but there were times he wished he could have you at his sides. 

He went back online and saw your name trending, and right below you was David Castañeda. All everyone seemed to be talking about was Y/N and David. Harry was curious as to what fans were saying. 

@fan101 THIS IS THE BEST DAY!!!!! Hispanic actors taking over!!

@fan2 David y Y/N irán por el oscar (David and Y/N going for the oscar)

@fan3 First, we get David and Y/N having dinner. Now they’re in a movie together 

@fan1 I’M SHIPPING THEM SO HARD

@fan4 WHY DO THEY MAKE THE CUTEST COUPLE 

@fan20 THE CONTENT WE WILL BE GETTING

@fan44 why do they look like the perfect couple??? sorry to her boyfriend, but damn, you got competition.

The tweets were endless. All talking about what a lovely couple you’d made together with David and singing his praise about how he’s a respectable man who would treat her well as he didn’t ever post about his relationship. Harry felt his heart sink because their relationship was out there, yet they wanted to see her with someone else. 

Harry knew he should close the app and go to bed, but it’s like he couldn’t. Through scrolling, he found a fan account that tweeted a photo of Bel and David hugging and another where he helped her into the car. It looked intimate and like the fan invaded a private moment. He remembered you mentioned dinner with friends but didn’t know it was just one. 

Below that tweet was paparazzi photos from a few hours ago. There was a thread of images. The first showed Bel in a bookshop smiling down at a book. His pretty girl. 

The next few made him feel queasy. David was standing next to you, looking at the book you were holding. In his hand were around three or four more books. A few more showed you paying for your books and taking the bag. Except when you walked out, you were no longer holding the bag. No, David was seen holding the bag as he held the door open for you. A few more of you strolling away, oblivious to the cameras around you. 

Harry closed his phone after that. He had seen enough. It was clear what he was seeing. At least he thought it was. His mind was clouded, and he knew he was jealous. Going to sleep is what he should be doing as it was close to midnight, but instead, he pulled up your contact number and rang you. It was close to six pm for you. There was no way you wouldn’t answer.

He didn’t know what he wanted to say. You must have seen this; Viola must have shown you, or Emerson must have texted you to update you and address the situation. Harry had no idea what was going on, and he hated that. All he knew was that he wanted to hear your voice. You answered on the third ring. 

“Amor, hi. A bit late, no?” 

“Missed you, is all.” Harry sighs as he hears you giggle. 

“Miss you, too, amor.” 

“How’s New York?”

“Busy. You know the city never sleeps.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Violet and Alex say hello.” 

“That’s sweet. You’ve only met up with them so far.” 

“No, I met up with other friends. Remember I mentioned it a day or so ago.” 

Harry notices you don’t name any names. 

“Anyone, I know?”

You frown; he’s never asked about that before. “No, actually, haven’t introduced you to them. They weren’t in the city when we were here in November.” 

“Okay.” 

You notice the tone in his voice now. Something is clearly going on. 

“H?” 

“Yes, love?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” he’s quick to reply. 

Another sign.

 After your fight in Los Angeles, he got better at communicating with you. He wasn’t as hesitant to share, and neither were you. The trust you had built together had come a long way. Which surprised you why now he wasn’t willing to continue to do the same. 

“Was it a bad show?” 

“No, it was a good night. Had the best time,” he mutters.

You sigh, “that’s great. I’m happy to hear that.” 

Silence falls between you both. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I understand.” You pause, hoping he understands you don’t want to pressure him if he’s not comfortable. “I’m here for you. If you do.” 

“Bel.” 

“We can talk about the show. Or how Violet loves drawing now.” 

Harry knows you’re trying to help, but it only upsets him for some reason. You were out essentially with someone else, and everyone is calling it a date. He knows he shouldn’t listen to the media and how effortlessly they twist words and can manipulate photos, but this hit too close. He didn’t know how insecure he had felt until he saw the images. Until he felt like he might really lose you. 

“Alex says he had to stick construction paper along the walls because it’s her favorite place to draw. He didn’t want to risk the white walls to her wild drawings.” You share, laughing at the story, hoping to get him laughing with you as well. 

It doesn’t work. 

“I’m excited to see you, H.” 

Harry cracks a small smile, one he wishes you could see, “three days.” 

“Three days,” you repeat. 

“Paris is nice this time of year.” 

“Yeah, think we’ll have a chance to walk around? Visit a museum or two,” you sound excited at the thought, as if you’d both be able to blend in with no fans approaching you for the day. 

And just like that, all his feelings are back. Harry wants to take you on museum dates and not worry about who sees them. He wants to be a regular guy taking his girlfriend out on dates, but neither of them live normal lives. 

“Bel, I–”

“You alright, H?” Your voice is full of concern. 

“Saw the news about the new movie,” he says. 

“Movie?” 

“With Matthew Lopez as director.” 

“Shit.” 

Harry frowns at your response. “Did you not know you were cast?”

You chuckle under your breath, “I knew.” He hears a lot of shuffling before you talk again. “The news wasn’t supposed to break. The script is being finalized as well as securing shooting locations.” 

“Oh, that’s–” Harry doesn’t know what to say. Then why were you with your co-star?

“Fuck, Viola says it’s all okay. Only positive feedback,” you breathe out, relieved.

“Helps that you were spotted with your co-star,” Harry mutters under his breath.

“What?” 

“Your co-star David. Paparazzi photos of you online everywhere from when you had dinner together to your bookstore date,” Harry tells you, not holding back his anger anymore. 

That’s when it all clicks for you, as you pull up Twitter on your laptop and see everything everyone is saying. Nothing terrible, which makes things easier to navigate.

“David and I met when shooting Umbrella Academy, H. Beginning of the year, just friends.” You try to assure him. 

“You’re not spotted with any other of the cast,” he argues back. 

“Whoever took that photo must have not got when Genesis was there another co-star. He stayed until my car arrived only two minutes later.” You wait for a response but get nothing. 

Harry sits there, taking in all the information. Just a friend, he has lots of friends. He doesn’t have any friendships that look at him like David looked at you.

“And the bookstore?” 

“He was leaving the city today. He wanted a gift for his mother, and I found some I was interested in. That’s all. I met up with Alex after leaving him.” You feel sick to your stomach because you’re defending yourself. You have no idea what he’s thinking, but explaining who you were with and what the photo looks like leaves a nasty pit in your stomach. 

Harry stays silent. He believes you; of course, he does. There is no reason for you to lie to him. 

“You should post a photo or something,” he throws it out there. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

Harry seemed to have caught you off guard; he has no problem explaining what he means. “To remind them who you’re dating.” 

“That–that doesn’t seem necessary.” 

“It does if you’re being shipped with him.” His voice was stern, as if this wasn’t something he’d change his mind about.

“People online don’t matter. Who cares what they say?”

“I care,” Harry shouts.

“Since when,” he hates that your tone is neutral. He hates not being able to see you and see everything you’re feeling right now. “You just want to stake your claim, Harry.” 

“No.” 

He isn’t, right? That’s not why he asked you to do that. 

“It’s no one’s business.” You remind him, just as you had done many months before.

“It is when they are disrespecting our relationship.” 

“H,” you breathe softly, “it’s no one’s business but ours.”

“It’s like you’re hiding me,” he says, offended. 

“I’m not causing an uproar just because you’re feeling jealous.” 

“It’s not that.” 

“Yes, it is. You wouldn’t have called me if you didn’t see the photos. You didn’t want to talk to me. You wanted me to do as you said and make the world see that I’m yours and not his. Because you knew my words weren’t enough to assure you. And honestly, Harry, I don’t know what that says about us.” 

“Bel–” 

“Harry, you’re jealous. You should go to bed.” Your tone had no room for argument. 

“Bel, you aren’t listening!”

“No, I am. You’re jealous and have already decided how this should be fixed by photos of some PDA as if I’m not flying out to Paris to see you in a matter of days. As if your team doesn’t post behind the scenes of us.”

“This would fix everything.” 

“You just want me to agree.” You’re fed up. You heard enough.

“No, of course not.”

“But you’ll be upset if I don’t.”

His silence is answer enough. 

Harry can’t stop running his hand through his hair; he wishes you were having this conversation in person. 

“Maybe it’s best I stay here,” you whisper.

Harry lets the words sink in. Bel doesn’t want to come to Paris, doesn’t want to see him.

The silence must last too long because he hears a sniffle through the phone and feels his heart crack.

“What?” Harry pushes the covers off of him and paces the small room of his tour bus. “Bel, please come,” he pleads. 

It’s like you’re not even listening to a word he said. 

“You need to think this over.”

“No, please. Can’t leave it like this.” 

“I’ll let Luis know about the changes.” 

Harry feels the tears tumbling over because how did he mess this up so fast. 

How did he lose you?

“Darling, love, baby,” he begs. 

“It’s late. You should sleep.” 

“Bel,” Harry cries into the phone.

You clear your throat, and he knows you’re crying. It’s all his fault. He messed up. Now he can’t even fix it. 

“I love you.”

Bel hangs up before he can say it back. He stares down at his phone and cries. He crawls into bed and calls you back. It rings and rings until he gets your voicemail. He tries again. This time it’s straight to voicemail. 

Harry doesn’t know what to do. 

There’s no way he can get on a plane to fly to you. He would in a heartbeat if he knew Jeff wouldn’t kill him. If he didn’t have hundreds of people employed relying on him. 

All he can do is wallow in pity and hope you’d answer his call for lunch as you’ve done every day for the past week. 

New York City, New York

At two o’clock, your phone rings just as it has since you left Harry. It was lunchtime for him and breakfast for you. Just yesterday, you would have answered the call in a heartbeat, but now you watch it ring until it stops. Everything in you wants to pick up the call and apologize to tell him that you’ll still be getting on the flight, but the hurt you felt last night wins over.

He rings you once more before he stops. It’s a new ringtone now, not the one you have designated for Harry, and you peek over to see who’s calling. First, it’s Jeff, followed by Tommy and Sarah. 

You sigh; of course, you won’t answer. Those are your mutual friends, but at the end of the day, they were Harry’s first. You were in no mood to hear from them. The two people you did want to talk to were in Yosemite with no signal. It felt like you were on your own, and you hated that.

You hadn’t felt this alone since losing your grandparents. There was no one you wanted to reach out to. No one could help. It was just you and all your feelings. So that’s what you did. You ordered take-out and cried in your apartment because you wished to never feel this alone ever again. 

It was consuming you. You knew it would if you didn’t do something about it. The thing was, right now, you didn’t care.

The days seemed to blink by. You were supposed to get on a plane to Paris in a few hours. Your suitcase had been backed long before your fight. There were endless messages from Harry and all his friends on tour with him asking how I was doing and that they were excited to see me. All messages were left unread, as were the calls. 

His sister called you, but you chose to ignore her as well. They were best friends, and you knew she had to know what was happening. Harry told her everything. A call with her and you’d be getting on a flight to Harry because that’s what a good sister does stand by your side through everything. 

You miss him, but that phone call hurt. 

You felt how much he questioned you and your relationship. You thought no one could hurt your relationship. You never expected each other to be the cause. 

Before you could continue wallowing in self-pity, your phone rings, and you’re quick to answer as you hear a familiar Spice Girls song fill the quiet room. 

“It’s safe to say you survived then.” A genuine smile takes over their face as Naomi’s laughter settles in.

“Haha, my body feels like it didn’t.” 

“Photos prove otherwise.” 

Naomi groans, “Sarai was adamant we posted. I was crying coming down the mountain, knowing I had all those miles back to camp.” 

“No wonder she captured your backside,” you tease. 

“Yeah, yeah. I was calling for something else.” 

You pout, although she can’t see. “Not because you miss me.” 

“Checked to see if you’re all packed for Paris.” 

And just like that, the facade is gone. Naomi’s call wasn’t random. It was a check-in. 

“What do you know?” 

“Hmmm, what do you mean?” You heard her voice rise an octave. She was always a bad liar. 

“Naomi, we both know you can’t lie. Should have let Sarai take the call.” 

“Fine, fine. He’s just worried, and so am I. Why didn’t you call me?” 

“Because you were in the forest with no signal.”

“Good point.” You hear her take a deep breath muttering to someone next to her. “Who did you call?” 

You fall silent. Think of a name, any name. 

“Bel,” she sighs in disappointment. 

“Who could I call? You and Sarai were unavailable, and as much as I know, I have other people they don’t know enough to understand. And those who do…were with him right now. I know they’d all have told me to get on a flight to him.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“But I do. They’re his friend,” you remind Namoi.

“Don’t do this to yourself. They are your friends as well. You just haven’t given them the chance to prove that to you.” 

And that doesn’t sit well with you because Naomi is right. You thought they’d all side with Harry but knowing Harry, he wouldn’t have shared anything about your argument. They were trying to be good friends, and you foolishly pushed them away. 

“I–I didn’t think about it like that.” 

“And that’s okay. You’re not used to having people there for you, but they are.” 

It’s always been hard to accept others cared for you; with Harry, it came easy, yet you ran away from him at the first sign of trouble.

“Harry didn’t call me.” 

You frown, “then who did.” 

“Well, he did. But Mitch called first because you had ignored everyone’s calls, including his.” 

“I didn’t know Mitch called.” The grimace on your face grows because you know he must have called when you shut your phone off. 

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me about the fight, but you owe yourself to figure it out, whether by giving him a call or getting on that flight.” 

Naomi tells you no longer beating around the bush.

“Do you think he’d want me there?”

“I think if he didn’t have sold-out concerts lined up night after night, he would already be in New York asking you to talk.” 

“He is a big rom-com fan.” 

“We know,” she jokes. 

“Okay. I… I’m going to get on that flight in a few hours to Paris,” You tell her confidently, and for the first time in days, you feel peace settle over you but know you won’t be okay until you’ve spoken with him. 

“Take a nap. Knowing you, you probably haven’t slept since you last talked with him.” 

“I’ll do that.”

And with a clear head, you closed your eyes, knowing that you’d be on a flight to Paris in a few hours and one step closer to being with Harry. It would all be alright. 

You woke up to a buzzing by your head and knew it was your alarm. Time to make it for your flight. The strange thing was that it didn’t keep on ringing and had you sitting up in seconds. You picked up your phone and saw the time. It read: 11:10. Your flight was at 11:30. The buzzing was a text from Harry.

Harry

I’ll be at the airport. xx 

Oh no. 

You were going to miss your flight.

Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Why did you decide to take a nap? Why didn’t your alarm go off? Why didn’t you wait to sleep on the plane? 

Silas tried to get you there quickly and safely, but you knew it’d be too late. Your flight would be leaving without you. Harry would think you gave up on him after a fight. A fight that you could both easily resolve. It broke your heart. 

Rushing into the airport, it was crowded, and there were people everywhere. You checked in and headed to your terminal, hoping it was delayed, but there had been no messages on your phone alerting you about delays, only a single message to enjoy your flight. 

The gate door was closed, and the worker lingering around gave you a pitied look and helped guide you to the counter to look for a new ticket. 

“What do you mean there’s nothing?” 

The lady named Suzan gave you a polite smile; this wasn’t her fault. It was yours. “France is a popular destination this time of year. I’m afraid all outgoing flights are full. I can get you a flight for Friday.” 

“That’s too late,” you whispered, feeling the tears coming but trying your best to hold them back until you stepped away from the counter and the long line behind you. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Belmonte. We can offer you flying credit if the new date doesn’t work.” 

Harry would be in Amsterdam by then. None of this was working out. You were tempted to call Harry, but a big part of you feared he’d think you did this on purpose because you didn’t want to fix this problem. 

You walked away from the counter, wandering until you found a quiet corner to sit in. It helped that it was late at night. No one was around. You should have left the airport but leaving felt like giving up. 

They could help. They always knew what to do. You pulled your phone out with a shaky hand and pulled up the second contact of your favorite list. 

“Please tell me you’re on a flight to Paris.” That is the first thing Saraí said to you. 

No words come out of you as you’re choking back a sob. You messed up. Now you were going to lose him. 

“I missed it. I missed the flight. I overslept, and there are no flights.” You sob into the phone. You don’t know what to do. “She says everything’s booked as of now. Until Friday.” 

“There’s always something we can do.” 

You cry harder because you’re at a loss. You’re alone in an airport. You’re tired of being alone. You want someone to hold your hand, wrap you in a hug, and assure you that he’ll be happy to see you even if you arrive later. 

“I’m going to call Jeff.” They try their best to assure you. 

“No–not Jeff. He’s with him, I know. Not him. Harry will be mad if he knew I missed the flight.” You’re sure of it.

“Bel, he wouldn’t.” Sarai tries to get the idea out of your head, but you’re insistent. 

Soon you can’t even hear a word they’re saying. Your chest feels heavy, and your ears are ringing. It’s been a while since you felt this way, and the tears won’t stop. 

You can’t breathe, and you’re all alone.

“Bel? Bel, what’s going on?”

“H-h-urts.” You choke out. 

“Cariño, necesito que respires.” 

Sarai’s voice sounds fuzzy, and you can only make out parts. 

“Respira profundo. Respira profundo, mi cielo.”

“Ple-e-ease,” you whimper. 

“Y/N!” 

That’s enough to break the haze. 

“Sarai,” you mutter.

“Good girl, that’s me. Follow me, breathe in.” 

You try to do as they say, but it’s hard. “Can’t.” 

“You can. Remember to breathe in for four seconds. Hold for seven and out for eight. Think we can do that.” 

“Try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

You put your free hand over your heart, trying to find some strength. Saraí guides you, and you try to follow.

Breathe In. 

Hold. 

Breathe out. 

Again. 

You don’t know how many times you do it, but you feel your heart slow down. The room no longer feels like it’s closing down on you.

You did it.

You’re okay. Or you will be. 

“Just meet breathing, cariño.” 

“Thank you,” you sniff. 

“Nothing to thank. You’d do it for me.” 

You feel even more comfort hearing their breathing on the other end. 

“Now, keep breathing, and we’ll get Glenne to help. Right, she was still in London.” 

You hum. Last you knew, she was. 

“Okay, I’m going to hang up. I have to talk with her.” 

You whimper at the thought of them hanging up on you. Saraí instantly hears it and backtracks.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you. Naomi is going to call Glenne. We’ll get you to Harry, I promise.” 

Sitting alone in a quiet corner of the airport, crying into your knees, you didn’t have much hope. There was no way he’d forgive you for this. 

Paris, France

Your flight is in a few hours. I’ll be at the airport. xx 

The message was left on read. He took that as a sign, at first as a positive one, that you were on your way to him. Harry waited for the text that said you boarded the plane, but it didn’t come. He had faith that you still go on the plane for him, for their relationship. All he had to do was wait a few hours. 

Harry had Tommy drive him to the airport, and together they waited. He was anxious as time ticked by, and he didn’t hear a word from Bel. An hour after your plane arrived, there was no sign of you, and that’s when Harry knew he really messed up. That you didn’t get on the plane with him because you were still upset, rightfully so. He couldn’t blame you. 

Harry climbs back into the black SUV and sighs. No one says a thing as they drive him back to his hotel. He had made plans for the entire day with you. First, it’d start with freshening up in the hotel and hopefully clearing everything up. Then after that, he booked a private tour at Musée Jacquemart-André. The estate turned mansion was filled with hundreds of paintings that housed paintings from Italian to French artists. After that, depending on how hungry you felt, he’d take you to one of his favorite restaurants that Helene had shown him a few years back. Followed by a macaroon class because you told him you always wanted to learn how to make some and what better way to learn than in France. The day would end with a private dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower, cheesy, he knows, but you would have indulged him. 

All that has gone to waste. Now he gets to sit with this misery that upset you so much you preferred to stay oceans away from him. 

Arriving at his hotel, Jeff was waiting for him, clearly eager to get him to work or talk more of tour, but he wasn’t in the mood, not when he could have been spending the day with you. 

“H, Bel—”

Harry cuts Jeff off, “she’s not coming.”

“That’s the thing she—”

“Jeff,” Harry sighs, defeated. “Enough. I fucked up, and she’s not coming. I don’t want to talk about it. Not with a show tomorrow.”

Jeff frowns but stays quiet, respecting his wishes. 

“Do you want to be alone then?” 

Harry thinks about it for a second. He doesn’t want to be alone but feels like he deserves to be because that’s how you are right now. 

“It’d be best.” 

And so he spent the day he should have spent with you by his side alone. No one would be able to cheer him up. 

Not that he wanted them to. Not if they weren’t you. 

Harry laid down on the bed he was looking forward to sharing with you and stared up at the ceiling playing back every moment he had with you. From first spotting you in the crowd to your first kiss to dancing with his mum and sister side-stage at Wembley Stadium. 

A knock on his door breaks him out of his trance, and his heart skips a beat. You could be behind the door, waiting for him to let you in. He hurries out of bed, removes the lock, and swings the door open, hopeful to see you, but instead, he sees Jeff and Tommy, who frown at him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Everything,” he mutters, moving back to let them in, but they don’t budge.

“H, we got to go,” Jeff tells Harry, seeing his sluggish movement. 

“Where?” 

“To the arena.” 

“Already?” 

Harry sees Jeff mumble something to Tommy, but he’s too sad to care.

“Yes, uh, did you sleep last night, buddy?” Tommy asks.

Sleep. 

Did he? He doesn’t think so. Maybe he did when he was thinking of Bel. Did he really not feel the hours go by? 

“That’s alright, H. We’ll get you a strong coffee, and Ayae will take care of this pretty face.” 

Harry nods because it’s all he can do. He goes into his room, slips on his shoes, and grabs his dead phone. 

“My phone’s dead.” He announces, not knowing if his friends are even listening. 

“I’ll charge it for you.” Tommy grabs it out of his hand and slips it into his pocket. 

One less thing to worry about. There was no one he wanted to talk to, not if they weren’t you. 

"My mum is coming down. Make sure everything is alright for her." Harry reminds them, he might be lost in his head but he wants everything to be smooth for those he can take care of.

"We got you, H. Anne will be in good hands." Tommy promises.

“Come on, there’s a show to get ready for,” Jeff told him, patting him on his back. He owed it to his fans as much as he didn’t have the energy.

Paris, France

Murphy’s law was real and of all days to prove true was when you were traveling to meet your boyfriend and hoping this argument wasn’t enough to lose him. You knew it wouldn’t be, but a large part of you was scared that all he needed was a way out, and this was it.

You slept in the airport’s luxurious lounge room while waiting for your flight. By some miracle, Glenne was able to get you a flight. They told you something about her speaking with Viola, but you were too out of it to listen. All you were thankful for was that you’d be on a plane to Paris in a few hours. 

Except before it could be set to take off, it got delayed two times, making you depart three hours later. This means you were assigned to arrive an hour before the show was set to start, not enough time to talk with Harry like you wished. 

Upon a smooth plane ride where you slept too anxious to do anything else, there was a delay on the tarmac because of a standard security clearance inside the airport. The flight attendants assured everyone everything would be okay, but it wouldn’t be for you as you were trying to make it to Harry’s show before it started. The European Tarmac law was that they couldn’t begin to depart you until five hours had passed. 

That’s when you decided to try to call Harry, you didn’t know what he’d say, but you desperately needed to hear his voice. The phone didn’t even have a chance to ring. It went straight to voicemail. That hurt, and you know he must have felt the same when you ignored his calls. 

You went with the next best thing and sent Jeff a text updating him about what was happening. Jeff assured you a car would be there whenever you got out. One thing you could count on, enough to have hope. 

Two hours later, the all-clear was given, and the airport was as chaotic as you expected. As you tried your best to make it out of the airport thankful, you only packed your carry-on. The one Harry gifted you for Christmas a Gucci one-of-a-kind with different patches that held special meaning in your relationship. 

The show has now started, and you were just getting in the car. It was someone you didn’t know, but they assured you that you were in safe hands and to relax because the arena was at least thirty minutes away from the Paris Orly airport. 

Bel

on my way to the arena. wish me luck xx 

Glenne

You don’t need it. I love you. 

Bel

fingers crossed. i love you xx

The closer you got to the arena, the faster you felt your heart rate speed up. The sound was loud even from the outside. 

“Miss, they’re waiting for you at the door,” Carl, the driver for the arena, told you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you.” 

The door is opened for you, and Tommy pulls you into a tight hug as soon as you get out, swinging your bag over his shoulder. “I am so glad to see you.”

“Same here. I assume Glenne filled you in on my missed flight,” you wince, knowing how upset Harry must be.

“Don’t sweat it. The boss will be as good as new when he sees you.” 

You smile and hope that’s true. It never got old walking backstage and seeing all the work done as hundreds of members move around. You get a few stares and are stopped to say hi to a few people, but you don’t mind. That is until you hear Harry singing “Lights Up” loud and clear and know he must be prancing around everywhere. 

“Can I–where’s a good place to watch?” 

“Side stage is always good,” Jeff answers from behind you. 

Although you’ve had ups and downs with Harry’s manager, he’s been accommodating and understanding to get you here today. You grin at him and pull him in a brief hug. 

“Maybe with Anne and Ben,” Tommy offers.  

As much as you love Anne and were dying to see her, that’s not where you needed to be. You wanted him to see you, wanted him to know that you did make it. 

“Might sound crazy, but I actually…I want to be in the crowd.”

“No.”

“Not happening.” 

Everyone is quick to say no, causing you to pout, but it doesn’t stop you. 

“Fine.” You cross your arms, staring them down, “how about where Lloyd and Anthony take photos? That walkway,” you propose.

Jeff and Tommy share a look, and you know it’s a yes.

“Great, what direction am I walking in?” You raise an eyebrow, ready for either of them to take you down there. 

Tommy sighs, “come on then.” 

You squeal, giving Tommy a tight squeeze, and wave bye to Jeff, who slips a pass over your head before you get too far. 

“Just in case,” Jeff shrugs.

You hurry, following close behind Tommy, who does his best to get you there quickly, and once you hear the start of “Satellite” and the roar of the crowd, you know you made it. That you’re in Paris supporting your boyfriend. 

No matter what happens, you’re proud of him. Seeing him do what he loves each night is always a privilege. 

You start bouncing, feeling the music pass through you. There’s something Harry had you start wearing was earplugs as he didn’t want your hearing to get affected as his had through the years. You forgot to get them out of your bag this time and were left to feel the heaviness of the guitar, felt Sarah’s drums pass through you. It felt louder than ever. 

Harry looked gorgeous on stage. He was wearing trainers that allowed him to run more than he ever had before. Jeff stated that he aged five years each night because of all Harry’s jumps and runs. It didn’t help that Harry already wore knee support under his trousers, but hey, as long as he wasn’t getting hurt, you were all for it. The bedazzled cherries on a white ringer tee shined bright under the arena lights. The outfit matched well with his black and white striped trousers. This was a look you were happy to see in person, not through a phone screen. 

Tommy stands with you, which you’re thankful for. A lot of fans had turned to look at you. They smiled and turned their phones to you, but ultimately all the attention went back to the man on stage. Satellite bought this new energy out of him as he was seen bouncing around. He jumps the steps with no second thought laughing as he sticks the landing. The band is brilliant, as always. Your eyes are zoned in on Sarah as she closes the song as Harry sneaks for a drink of water. 

He returns, faces the audience, and looks down at signs. Harry loved connecting with his fans; he always loved seeing a familiar face in the crowd. Europe was a place he stayed too far away from, and the crowd welcomed him back with open arms.

“Should I dump him? Good question! It’s a big moment, he might be lovely, we don’t know. My instinct says that you made a sign which makes me think you think you should dump him.” 

The crowd goes wild. 

“He’s jealous,” Harry frowns, and you know that might hit closer than he would like it to. He turns around, giving the audience a thumbs down. “Boo! What do we say to jealous? BYE-BYE!” Harry goes back to the fan, wanting to learn more. “Good jealous or bad jealous? Controlling? CONTROLLING JEALOUS? Oooh, she says no. It doesn’t sound good. I would say…” dramatic pause. “BYE-BYE! Goodbye, mystery man!” Harry shrugs, prancing away, “could’ve been the one, probably not.”

Harry was coming up the runway, scanning the crowd, trying to see what sign caught his eye next, when someone else entirely stopped him in his tracks. 

“Bel!” Harry didn’t realize he spoke that into the microphone until he saw you smile sheepishly as he noticed the cameras were turned on you. You looked perfect in the crowd. You weren’t dressed up. Your outfit was one he’d seen before. You called it your comfort wear. It was an old pair of leggings and his grey “The Face” hoodie that he knew you swiped after your last visit. 

Harry keeps walking until he is right in front of you. He can’t believe you’re here. You recognize that shine in his eyes and know he’s fighting back tears. You let yours fall, the smile on your face saying everything for you. You wave at him because it’s all you can do.

“Sorry-sorry I–I just spotted my girlfriend in the crowd,” Harry confesses as he turns to look at Mitch, who just raises his beer at him. The cheers are loud, and you cannot help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re–last I heard, you were in New York.”

“Needed to come home,” you yell, hoping he could hear you and only him. 

Harry looks down at you and back at the crowd. He clears his throat bringing the microphone to his mouth, “give me a sec, okay.” 

You roll your eyes but stand right by the edge of the stage as he kneels down in front of you. Clearly, someone in his ear says something about not jumping down. Harry laughs and tries his best not to lose his balance.

“Hi Bel,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

Hi, H.”

You reach a hand up to wipe your tears away, and you know he’s dying that he can’t take you in his arms and comfort you.

“You’re here,” he breathes out.

“I’m sorry you thought I wouldn’t be. It’s been,” you breathe out, shaking your head, “a long few days.” 

“That’s okay, baby. I deserved–”

“Shh,” you stop him. “Not here. Not now.” You look behind you as everyone waits for you to finish this private conversation. Tommy gesturing for you to wrap it up. “After,” you promise. “Not going anywhere. I love you, okay.” 

Harry, hearing those words, feels a weight lift off his chest. There’s a relief that he finally has you by his side. He can’t help himself. He reaches his hand and touches your cheek, and you melt at his touch. As hard as it was to tear himself away from you, he owed it to the fans who came to see him, who have supported him for years on end, and to you for making your way back to him. 

You turn your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand, backing away slowly until it drops, encouraging him to go back. 

“I love you, Bel,” Harry tells you and happily skips away to Mitch, booping his nose, his happiness overtaking him. 

“Sorry about that. It’s not every day an Oscar and Emmy winner visits you on tour,” he jokes, causing the audience to cheer louder than before. 

“Yeah, yeah. Enough cheering. Remember who you all came for.” There was a Dramatic pause. “Me!” 

You chuckle, and it’s like he can hear you because he connects his eyes with yours in seconds. 

“Let’s dance, Paris!” 

You have the best time singing and dancing. You’re close to fans but far enough to have your own space. As Harry finished singing his closing song, serenading you most of the time. The tears start back up again. Tommy ushers you backstage when Harry waves goodbye, knowing you have him for a limited time before the encore.

Harry had been anticipating you walking in, pacing back and forth as Mitch and Sarah watched him. His head lifts as he hears someone walking his way. You give him a small smile as you walk toward him. Harry feels his heart skip a beat. It’s been too long since he’s seen you. There’s so much left unsaid, and there will be a time to speak on that, but right now, all he wants is to hold you until he has to be back on stage. 

“Hi.” 

“Bel, beautiful Bel,” he breathes out, eyes glistening under the light.  

You feel your face heat up because you don’t feel beautiful, not when you’re still in your airplane clothes, but Harry makes you believe it. Neither one of you has made a move to close the gap and embrace each other. The lingering fear is still hanging in the air for you both. 

“Can-”

“Will-”

You both try to speak simultaneously but stop sending you into a fit of laughter, enough to ease the tension. 

“Will you let me hug you, Bel?” 

“Please,” you mewl. 

It’s enough for him to open his arms and tumble into your hold. Your hands wrap around him tightly, fearing you would wake up from this dream if you let go. Harry’s hand rests on your back, moving up and down, providing exact comfort for you. You exhale against his neck and feel him rest his head on top of yours, pressing kisses to your hair. 

Not a word needs to be said. You both said a lot, but now being together, none of it matters. It’s meaningless because at the end of the day, you know you’d do everything in your power to remind him you love him. That you’ll never stop fighting for him. 

“Lo siento. Te amo. Tu eres mi vida.” You breathe against his neck. You kiss his pulse over and over again. His arms tighten around you, and you know he understood what you said, but you need him to know you mean it. “I’m sorry. I love you. You are my life.” 

That’s when you feel the tears, the wet tears slipping down his face as he buries his face deeper, letting himself feel all the emotions he had tucked away. 

“No, baby. Come on, no tears.” You try to pull back to look at him, but it makes him hold you closer. You sigh and give up, instead deciding that keeping your arms around him should be enough. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He chokes out. “You have to know.” 

“H—“

“Forgive me. I—I can’t lose you, Bel. Not you, never you.” 

Harry’s breaking your heart. Hearing his cries doesn’t stop yours, but you know exactly what he needs. 

As much as you hate to, you pull back enough to see his face, his green eyes stormy and face wet. His hands now rest on your waist, grip tight. You move your hands up his chest to rest on his face. 

“Harry, listen to me.” Your voice is loud but still gentle enough to get his attention. He sniffs, and you know he wants to look away. Your thumbs wipe away at his tears. “I forgive you.” 

“You do?” 

“Baby, you’re the love of my life.” 

Harry cracks a smile, “yeah, lovie?” 

You hum, “course you are.”

“I’m lucky.” 

You giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “We both are.”

Harry grins, “I’m really glad you’re here.” 

“Styles, you’ve got two minutes,” Jeff yells, not entering his dressing room. 

You see, Harry’s smile falter, and that won’t do. “Cheer up, buttercup. I’m yours as soon as you get off that stage.” 

“I love you, Y/N Belmonte. I feel like I failed you, but I promise never again. Never again.” 

You feel yourself melt in his hold. This was your worst fight to date because of the distance because you weren’t sure how to solve an argument through a phone call. 

“I love you, Harry. I love you.” 

You’re not sure who leans in first, but your lips meet in a kiss. His slightly chapped lips moved against your cherry chapstick-flavored lips. The kiss starts slowly and then builds up. In the kiss, you were expressing your apologies and your love. You moved in perfect sync, neither aware of all the chanting outside for Harry or the pounding on the door calling for Harry for the final time. 

It was you, and Harry lost in your world. 

It was perfect.

“Go on, rockstar,” you breathed against his lips. “I’ll be watching.” 

Harry walked out with a massive smile on his face. The fans all knew the reason why. It was all thanks to his Bel. 

As nervous as you are to have this conversation, you’re glad it’s finally happening. Harry went around giving his thanks while you caught up with the band. They all gave you tight squeezes and scolded you for not answering your phone. Anne would not stop fussing over you hearing about your awful journey here from Glenne. You knew if it wasn’t for everyone wanting to steal you for a chat, she’d still have her arm around you. You were thankful she cared so much. It was a comforting reminder you were loved.

Sarah, you noticed, was the one most standoffish towards you, not because she was mad at you but because you worried her. When no one heard a word from you, it caused panic. Sarah made you see that she does care for you. She does see you as a friend. If you took Harry out of the equation, they would still want you in their life. You didn’t catch a moment alone with Mitch, but you felt he knew how thankful you were that he reached out. That you appreciate him and care for him.

“I know,” is all Mitch said as Harry slowly began to pull you out of the room, knowing you would have spent a long time saying goodbye even if you were seeing them for lunch tomorrow.

You let out a deep sigh when Harry shut the door behind you. Finally, alone, no one to interrupt, just you and Harry. He dropped your bag right next to his. You slowly made your way inside, seeing how quick Harry was to make the room his. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and his shoes were lined up behind the couch to give him that slight sense of home.

“Bel? What are you doing?” Harry looks over at you, seeing you carefully toe off your shoes, standing by the entrance while he’s removed his sweater and now has a hair clip in hand. “Come on in.”

You’re not sure why you’re nervous. It’s obvious both your anger is gone, but you’re still hesitant.

Harry reaches his hand out for you to take. You look down at it, then up at Harry, who’s giving you a nervous smile. You take it without a second thought as he guides you to the couch. He waits for you to sit first, then follows, leaving a gap between you. It hurts seeing, but you hope you’ll be back in his lap by the end of the conversation.

“So, should we discuss the elephant in the room,” Harry opens his mouth, but you keep talking. “You played Medicine tonight.”

Harry chuckles, thankful for your lighthearted start to this conversation. “Felt right. You asked me for that the first time I spotted you in the audience back in St. Paul.”

You shoot him a timid smile because you did. That felt like a lifetime ago when it had been ten months, dating for nine. You’ve felt like you’d been with him for a lifetime, and you hope it never ends.

“It was a nice surprise.”

“I’m glad you appreciated it. It was for you.”

“Yeah, who was it for in Oslo?” You tease.

Harry throws his hands over his face trying to hide his red face. “I lost rock paper scissors.”

You can’t help but laugh, having seen the videos Pauli had saved from that night.

“Bel,” he breathes out, having felt the tension leave and ready to address the situation. “Feels like there’s a lot to discuss.”

“Where to start?” You joke, trying to ease the tension.

He chuckles lightly, “we can–uh, my phone call.”

Where the fight started.

Harry clears his throat, moving around on the couch until he’s directly facing you, the gap between you now smaller.

“I’m sorry. I called after a not so great day, and I guess,” he pinches his bottom lip looking down, trying to gather his words. “Seeing the positive articles and responses about you and someone else reminded me how easy it is to lose you. I was jealous, simple as that.”

The Harry sitting in front of you is the one you fell in love with, who can bear his heart to you because he wants to fight for you.

He loves you, simple as that.

“The call escalated quickly, and it could have been time zones, but we said so much. I love you, H.” You reach out for his hand, intertwining your fingers, letting them rest in your lap. “I don’t want you to doubt that, but I don’t want to display our relationship online when it’s unnecessary. I know you hate it. I love you, and I’ll tell anyone who asks, but we’ve got to remember to keep it ours and not anyone else’s.”

“Just ours,” Harry repeats.

“Mhm.”

“You’re right. I promise I’ll try to do better.”

You smile at Harry, “I promise too, H.”

“Now,” Harry squeezes your hand tight. “About ignoring phone calls.”

You grimace because this was you being hurt and petty. Too scared to hear what he had to say. “H–”

“Love, not hearing from you for days was awful, and I deserved it, but everyone else. No one had heard a peep from you, and that’s when I got scared.” Harry expressed, just as everyone did earlier.

You accept that you were wrong. Harry listens as you express how you didn’t want to go to anyone who wouldn’t listen to you. That they wouldn’t understand where you were coming from.

“Bel, I promise you that they care about you as a person and not only because you’re my girlfriend. Remember you befriended everyone before we started dating.”

The reassurance was all you needed, not only from Harry but his friends. Next was the story of missing your flight. Harry listened intently as you described your phone call with Sarai and briefly discussed your panic attack at the airport. Harry tensed, hating that happened, and squeezed your shoulder, closing the last bit of space between each other. By the end, Harry was close to tears, hating that he had you second guess about him wanting you at his show. There was lots more to speak on, but ultimately you both feel secure and assured that the worst is past. That you now get to enjoy each other for the next few days.

“I love you, you know that?” Harry asks you.

You giggle, shifting from your spot next to him and moving to sit on his lap instead. Your arms go up his chest to rest on his neck, playing with his growing hair. His hands settled on your waist, at least they did until he snaked one down to rest on your ass to bring you closer to him, leaving no space between you.

Staring at him, you lean down and bring your lips to his. Now that you have him in front of you, you want to make up for lost time. Harry is quick to take control of the kiss, not that you fight him on it. The kiss is building up as he asks for entrance which you happily grant him. As you kiss, you can’t help but rock your hips against his, feeling how hard he’s getting under you. Harry hisses, pulling away as you bite his bottom lip softly for ending the kiss much too quickly to your liking.

“Can I show you how sorry I am?” Harry sighs against your mouth, his hands now holding your face.

“No.”

Harry nods, understanding. He’d never push you to do something you didn’t want to do.

“Show me how much you missed me,” you purred.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, make love to me, mi vida,” you breathe out.

“I’ll give you anything you ask,” Harry promises.

And you knew as long as you had Harry, everything would be alright.

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¡Hola, buenos días, humanidad! 🌍 ¡Feliz martes! 💪🌟🚀🏆🌈📈🌱🌞🎯🌺 Hoy os traigo una imagen de Tashkent, la capital de Uzbekistán. 

Tashkent es una ciudad que combina historia, arquitectura y vida cotidiana de manera única, ofrece una mezcla fascinante de tradición y modernidad. Algunos lugares de interés incluyen la Plaza Amir Timur, con una estatua ecuestre de Tamerlán; el Museo Estatal de los Timúridas, que repasa la vida del gran conquistador de Asia Central; el vibrante Chorsu Bazaar, donde puedes sumergirte en la cultura local; y el sorprendentemente hermoso Metro de Tashkent, una obra maestra de la arquitectura soviética. Además, la Torre de televisión ofrece vistas panorámicas de la ciudad desde lo alto, y la Broadway Street es una animada calle llena de tiendas, cafeterías y restaurantes. 

Vida consciente 🌟 

Estar solo no define tu valor. No es una señal de debilidad ni algo por lo que avergonzarse. De hecho, la soledad puede ser un regalo. Es como construir una base sólida dentro de ti mismo, una base que estará ahí incluso si no duermes junto a otra persona. La soledad te brinda la oportunidad de conocerte a ti mismo, de descubrir lo que realmente quieres. Es un tiempo para escuchar a tu corazón y luchar por tus sueños, después de años de conformarte con menos. Estar solo no significa sentirse solo o estar roto. Es un ancla, una forma de sanación. Es un recordatorio de que el amor que reside en ti mismo es eterno y que tienes la capacidad de ser tu propio hogar. 

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Call for Podficcers!

As happens every year, Purimgifts has far more requests for podfic than podficcers to fill them! Below is a list of all fandoms in which podfic is requested. Numbers in parenthesis indicate number of requests, when greater than 1.

Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers

Archive 81 (Podcast)

Arrested Development

Babylon 5

Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020)

Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)

Charmed

Chasing Liberty (2004)

Community (TV)

Dance of the Vampires (Broadway 2002/03) - Steinman/Ives/Kunze

DCU (Comics)

Elementary (TV)

Enchanted Forest Chronicles - Patricia Wrede

Everwood

Fallen London | Echo Bazaar

Farscape

Football RPF

Galavant (TV)

Glee

Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub

Gravity Falls

Hellspark - Janet Kagan

Hockey RPF

House M.D.

Hunger Games Series - All Media Types

Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins

Injustice: Gods Among Us

Iron Widow Series - Xiran Jay Zhao

IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Jane Austen's Fight Club

Jessica Jones (TV)

Jewish Hero Corps - Oirich/Randall (Comics)

Jewish Legend & Lore

Jewish Scripture & Legend

Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)

Killing Eve (TV 2018)

Leif & Thorn (Webcomic)

Leverage

(2) Leverage: Redemption

Malevolent (Podcast)

Mediator Series - Meg Cabot

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

Miraculous Ladybug

October Daye Series - Seanan McGuire

Only Murders in the Building

Orange is the New Black

(2) Original Work

Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

Post-Biblical Jewish RPF

(2) Power Rangers

Primordial Deep (Podcast)

Rabbinic and Talmudic Judaism RPF,Abrahamic Avatars - Fandom

Robin (Comics)

Sam Jones - Leslie Fish (Song)

Schitt's Creek (TV)

Sense8 (TV)

Shadow and Bone (TV)

Shadow Unit

(2) She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Sherlock (TV)

Singin' in the Rain (1952)

Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Star Trek RPF

(2) Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

(4) Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Star Trek: Enterprise

(2) Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon)

Star Trek: Picard

(2) Star Trek: The Next Generation

(4) Star Trek: The Original Series

(5) Star Trek: Voyager

Stellar Firma (Podcast)

Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Succession (TV 2018)

Tennis RPF

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci - Diana Wynne Jones

The Defenders (Marvel TV)

The Godshead Incidental (Podcast)

The Librarian (Movies)

The Librarians (TV 2014)

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells

The Owl House (Cartoon)

The Penumbra Podcast

The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Thor (Movies)

Transformers - All Media Types

Transformers (Bay Movies)

Transformers (IDW 2019)

Transformers Animated (2007)

Transformers: Prime

Unseen (Podcast)

Victoriocity (Podcast)

Wednesday (TV 2022)

Welcome to Night Vale

What's Up Doc? (1972)

Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman,League of Legends

Women's Hockey RPF

Yentl (1983)

Young Justice (Cartoon)

Zero Escape (Video Games)

מדרש | Midrash

תלמוד | Talmud

תנ"ך | Tanakh

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia,

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100 Fun Travel Riddles With Answers For Adults and Kids

Are you ready to embark on a journey of wit and wonder? Get ready to pack your bags and sharpen your mind, because today we're diving into the world of fun travel riddles! Whether you're a seasoned explorer or a curious traveler, these riddles are sure to add an extra dash of excitement to your next journey. From mysterious landmarks to legendary destinations, we've got riddles for adults and kids alike that will sharpen your mind and knowledge on diverse travel topics. So, buckle up and join us on this thrilling quest as we unravel some of the coolest travel riddles and answers that will keep you guessing and grinning from ear to ear! Let's dive in! 🎒🔍

20 Travel Riddles With Answers For Adults

Travel riddles for adults on various destinations are like mental passports, unlocking curiosity and knowledge about diverse cultures and places. They ignite a sense of adventure, transforming mundane moments into exciting quests for exploration. By challenging the mind with tantalizing puzzles, they inspire wanderlust and deepen appreciation for the vast tapestry of our world.

Here are 20 travel riddles with answers tailored to Adults, each accompanied by a brief context. 1. Riddle: I'm a desert where the sand sings and the stars shine bright. Where am I? Context: This desert is renowned for its mesmerizing sand dunes and clear night skies, perfect for stargazing. Answer: Sahara Desert 2. Riddle: I'm a city of ancient wonders where the past whispers in every stone. Where am I? Context: This city is a treasure trove of archaeological marvels, showcasing the remnants of ancient civilizations. Answer: Rome 3. Riddle: I'm a country of fiery dances and colorful festivals. Where am I? Context: This vibrant country is celebrated for its rich cultural heritage, lively music, and spirited dance forms. Answer: Brazil 4. Riddle: I'm a land of fjords, trolls, and breathtaking vistas. Where am I? Context: This Scandinavian country is renowned for its dramatic landscapes, with towering fjords and mythical folklore. Answer: Norway 5. Riddle: I'm a city where East meets West in a whirlwind of spices and bazaars. Where am I? Context: This bustling metropolis is a melting pot of cultures, offering a sensory feast of aromas, flavors, and vibrant markets. Answer: Istanbul 6. Riddle: I'm a tropical paradise with azure waters and swaying palms. Where am I? Context: This idyllic destination is synonymous with pristine beaches, lush jungles, and a laid-back island vibe. Answer: Maldives 7. Riddle: I'm a country where ancient ruins stand testament to a glorious past. Where am I? Context: This historic nation boasts a wealth of archaeological wonders, preserving the legacy of mighty empires and civilizations. Answer: Greece 8. Riddle: I'm a city of skyscrapers and dreams that never sleep. Where am I? Context: This iconic urban jungle is synonymous with towering skyscrapers, Broadway shows, and non-stop excitement. Answer: New York City 9. Riddle: I'm an island where dragons roam and volcanoes roar. Where am I? Context: This exotic destination is home to unique wildlife, including Komodo dragons, and awe-inspiring volcanic landscapes. Answer: Indonesia (specifically Komodo Island) 10. Riddle: I'm a land of ancient temples and serene spirituality. Where am I? Context: This Southeast Asian country is renowned for its stunning temples, tranquil monasteries, and deeply rooted Buddhist traditions. Answer: Thailand 11. Riddle: I'm a city where art, history, and romance intertwine on every cobblestone street. Where am I? Context: This enchanting city is synonymous with Renaissance art, historic landmarks, and a timeless allure that captivates visitors. Answer: Florence 12. Riddle: I'm a country where the rhythm of salsa fills the streets and the aroma of coffee lingers in the air. Where am I? Context: This lively nation is celebrated for its passionate dance culture, rich coffee heritage, and warm hospitality. Answer: Colombia

13. Riddle: I'm an archipelago of a thousand smiles, where paradise awaits at every turn. Where am I? Context: This tropical haven is famed for its pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and welcoming locals known for their hospitality. Answer: Philippines 14. Riddle: I'm a city where futuristic skyscrapers tower over ancient traditions. Where am I? Context: This dynamic city-state seamlessly blends modernity with tradition, offering a glimpse into the future while honoring its storied past. Answer: Singapore 15. Riddle: I'm a country where rugged mountains meet pristine lakes, creating a landscape straight out of a postcard. Where am I? Context: This European gem is renowned for its breathtaking Alpine scenery, charming villages, and outdoor adventure opportunities. Answer: Switzerland 16. Riddle: I'm a city where the echoes of history resound in every street corner and ancient walls. Where am I? Context: This city is a living museum, preserving centuries of history within its cobblestone alleys, majestic cathedrals, and imposing fortifications. Answer: Jerusalem 17. Riddle: I'm a country where ancient ruins hide amidst lush jungles, waiting to be discovered. Where am I? Context: This Central American nation is home to mysterious Mayan ruins, enveloped by dense rainforests teeming with biodiversity. Answer: Guatemala 18. Riddle: I'm a land of misty moors, medieval castles, and mythical legends. Where am I? Context: This country is steeped in folklore and history, with its rugged landscapes and ancient landmarks inspiring tales of knights and dragons. Answer: Scotland 19. Riddle: I'm a city where the sound of flamenco fills the air and the aroma of tapas tantalizes the senses. Where am I? Context: This vibrant city is the heart of Spanish culture, renowned for its passionate flamenco performances, delicious cuisine, and lively atmosphere. Answer: Seville 20. Riddle: I'm a city known for canals, bikes, and tulips bright. Where am I? Context: Nestled in the Netherlands, this city is famous for its picturesque canals, vibrant tulip fields, and bicycle-friendly streets. Answer: Amsterdam

20 Travel Riddles with Answers For Kids

Travel riddles for kids inject an element of excitement into learning about global destinations, igniting a sense of wonder and curiosity about the world. While it comes naturally for kids to look for English riddles with answers, by unraveling these playful mysteries, children not only absorb geographical knowledge but also cultivate a passion for exploration and cultural understanding. Ethical travel bloggers can leverage these riddles with answers to craft engaging content, promoting responsible tourism and fostering a deeper appreciation for diverse cultures while captivating their audience with interactive and educational experiences.

20 travel-themed riddles with answers for kids along with their answers and a short context: 1. Riddle: I'm a tower in France, tall and grand, with a famous tilt, you'll understand. What am I? Answer: The Leaning Tower of Pisa. Context: In Italy, there stands a tower that leans to the side, attracting visitors from around the world who marvel at its unique architecture. 2. Riddle: I'm red and big, like a giant's shoe, in a city where bulls run too. What am I? Answer: The Red Square in Moscow, Russia. Context: In Moscow, there's a square where the buildings are red and grand, and nearby, you might see brave souls running with bulls. 3. Riddle: I'm a wall so long, made of stone, in a country where dragons are known. What am I? Answer: The Great Wall of China. Context: China boasts a wall that stretches for miles, protecting its land, and in ancient legends, dragons once roamed the skies. 4. Riddle: I'm a palace made of gold, fit for kings, in a city where elephants spread their wings. What am I? Answer: The Grand Palace in Bangkok, Thailand. Context: In Bangkok, there's a palace shining bright with gold, where kings once ruled and elephants were seen as symbols of might. 5. Riddle: I'm a desert so vast, with sands that sing, in a land where camels are king. What am I? Answer: The Sahara Desert in Africa. Context: In Africa lies a desert so immense, where sands dance in the wind, and camels traverse the land, a true adventure to find. 6. Riddle: I'm a tower so high, touching the sky, in a city where pizzas fly. What am I? Answer: The Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. Context: Paris boasts a tower reaching for the clouds, where people come to gaze at the view, and nearby, you'll find pizzas made just for you. 7. Riddle: I'm a temple serene, hidden in trees, in a country known for its spices and teas. What am I? Answer: The Temple of the Tooth in Kandy, Sri Lanka. Context: In Sri Lanka, there's a temple nestled among greenery, where a sacred tooth resides, and the aroma of spices fills the air with mystery. 8. Riddle: I'm a statue so grand, with a torch held high, in a city where dreams reach the sky. What am I? Answer: The Statue of Liberty in New York City, USA. Context: In New York City stands a lady with a torch, welcoming all who seek freedom's light, where dreams take flight and aspirations soar. 9. Riddle: I'm a pyramid old, with secrets untold, in a land where pharaohs ruled bold. What am I? Answer: The Pyramids of Giza in Egypt. Context: Egypt holds pyramids of ancient design, where pharaohs rest and mysteries abound, standing as testaments to a civilization divine. 10. Riddle: I'm a castle on a hill, with tales to tell, in a country where fairies dwell. What am I? Answer: Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria, Germany. Context: In Germany, atop a hill, there's a castle fairytale-like and grand, where stories unfold and imagination takes command. 11. Riddle: I'm a bridge so bright, with colors that ignite, in a city where opera takes flight. What am I? Answer: The Sydney Harbour Bridge in Sydney, Australia. Context: In Sydney, there's a bridge spanning the bay, adorned with lights that shine by night, where opera singers enchant with voices pure and bright. 12. Riddle: I'm a tower of clocks, ticking away, in a city where chocolate holds sway. What am I? Answer: The Clock Tower in Bern, Switzerland. Context: In Switzerland, there's a tower with clocks that chime, marking the time in a city where chocolate is prime. 13. Riddle: I'm a temple high, carved in stone, in a city where monkeys roam. What am I? Answer: The Temple of Hanuman in Hampi, India. Context: In India, there's a temple carved in rock, where monkeys play and legends talk, a sacred site where spirituality unlocks. 14. Riddle: I'm a tower so old, made of bricks, in a city where canals are like liquid tricks. What am I? Answer: The Leaning Tower of Bologna in Italy. Context: In Bologna, Italy, there stands a tower with a lean, beside canals where gondolas glide serene. 15. Riddle: I'm a mountain so high, with snow on top, in a country where yaks love to hop. What am I? Answer: Mount Everest in Nepal. Context: In Nepal, there's a mountain touching the sky, where snow caps glisten and yaks wander by, a place where adventurers dare to fly. 16. Riddle: I'm a castle on a rock, with walls so thick, in a country where kilts and bagpipes click. What am I? Answer: Edinburgh Castle in Scotland. Context: In Scotland, atop a rocky knoll, there's a castle standing tall and bold, where history whispers tales of old. 17. Riddle: I'm a palace so grand, with gardens vast, in a city where flamenco dances last. What am I? Answer: The Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain. Context: In Spain, there's a palace with gardens fair, where fountains flow and the air is filled with flair, a place where flamenco echoes through the night air. 18. Riddle: I'm a canyon deep, carved by time's hand, in a country where cowboys once manned. What am I? Answer: The Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA. Context: In the USA lies a canyon so wide, where rivers run and cliffs abide, a testament to nature's enduring stride. 19. Riddle: I'm a ruin old, with stories to tell, in a land where emperors once dwelled. What am I? Answer: The Acropolis in Athens, Greece. Context: In Greece, atop a hill, there's a ruin standing still, where ancient tales of gods and emperors fulfill. 20. Riddle: I'm a colosseum grand, with stories of the past, in a city where gladiators clashed. What am I? Answer: The Colosseum in Rome, Italy. Context: In Rome stands a structure of ancient might, where crowds once cheered as gladiators fought, a symbol of strength and Roman pride.

20 Hard Riddles with Answers About Wildlife

These hard riddles for adults about Wildlife offer a delightful blend of entertainment and education, challenging travelers and wildlife enthusiasts alike with intriguing puzzles while imparting knowledge about various species and habitats. Its engaging format not only entertains but also fosters a deeper understanding and appreciation for wildlife, making it a valuable resource for those eager to learn about the natural world. For travel bloggers, infusing imagination into their content adds a layer of ethical engagement, inspiring readers to explore with curiosity and respect, thus promoting responsible tourism and conservation efforts worldwide. Travel riddles could inspire you if you are looking for content ideas for your new travel blog.

Here are 20 travel riddles with answers about wildlife, along with a short context for each: 1. Riddle: I soar high, yet touch the earth. My beak is sharp, my feathers bright. What am I? Answer: Eagle Context: Majestic and fierce, I rule the skies and command respect from all who behold my graceful flight. 2. Riddle: I'm spotted in the grasslands, a graceful giant in disguise. What am I? Answer: Cheetah Context: Stealth and speed are my allies as I navigate the savannah, hunting with precision and grace. 3. Riddle: I'm striped and fierce, yet elusive in the night. What am I? Answer: Tiger Context: In the shadows of the jungle, I prowl with silent grace, my stripes a testament to my royal lineage. 4. Riddle: I'm armored and slow, with a shell on my back. Who am I? Answer: Tortoise Context: Patient and wise, I wander the earth with the weight of centuries upon my ancient shell, a symbol of resilience. 5. Riddle: I'm gentle and wise, with a trunk for a nose. What am I? Answer: Elephant Context: In the heart of the African plains, I roam with my family, my trunk a versatile tool for communication and survival. 6. Riddle: I'm sleek and slippery, at home in the depths. What am I? Answer: Dolphin Context: In the vast expanse of the ocean, I dance through the waves with playful abandon, a creature of joy and wonder. 7. Riddle: I'm striped and fierce, with a roar that shakes the ground. What am I? Answer: Lion Context: With a mane like a crown and a roar that echoes through the plains, I am the king of beasts, ruling over my pride with strength and pride. 8. Riddle: I'm black and white, a symbol of peace in the icy lands. Who am I? Answer: Penguin Context: In the frigid landscapes of the Antarctic, I waddle with determination, my tuxedo-like attire a shield against the cold. 9. Riddle: I'm small and furry, with a bushy tail and nimble feet. What am I? Answer: Squirrel Context: In the heart of the forest, I dart among the trees with speed and agility, gathering nuts for the winter ahead. 10. Riddle: I'm long and slithery, with a forked tongue and scales. Who am I? Answer: Snake Context: In the depths of the jungle, I slither silently through the undergrowth, a creature of mystery and intrigue. 11. Riddle: I'm colorful and delicate, fluttering on the breeze. What am I? Answer: Butterfly Context: Born from a humble caterpillar, I emerge to dance among the flowers, my wings a canvas of nature's artistry. 12. Riddle: I'm majestic and elusive, with antlers like branches. Who am I? Answer: Deer Context: In the quiet of the forest, I graze among the trees, my antlers a symbol of strength and grace. 13. Riddle: I'm fierce and toothy, ruling the rivers with power. What am I? Answer: Crocodile Context: In the murky waters of the swamp, I lurk with patience, my jaws ready to snap shut with deadly precision. 14. Riddle: I'm colorful and chatty, with a beak for cracking nuts. Who am I? Answer: Parrot Context: Amidst the canopy of the rainforest, I squawk and sing with exuberance, my feathers a riot of vibrant hues. 15. Riddle: I'm sleek and slippery, with a fin slicing through the waves. What am I? Answer: Shark Context: In the depths of the ocean, I patrol with silent menace, my presence striking fear into the hearts of all who dare to swim. 16. Riddle: I'm wise and nocturnal, with eyes that glow in the dark. Who am I? Answer: Owl Context: Under the moonlit sky, I soar with silent wings, my hoot echoing through the night as I hunt for prey. 17. Riddle: I'm striped and agile, with a tail for balance. What am I? Answer: Zebra Context: In the golden savannah, I roam with my herd, my stripes a dazzling display of nature's beauty. 18. Riddle: I'm big and burly, with a mane like a mane. Who am I? Answer: Buffalo Context: In the grassy plains, I graze with my kin, my massive form a testament to the power of the wild. 19. Riddle: I'm small and scaly, with a tongue that flicks for insects. What am I? Answer: Lizard Context: Basking in the warmth of the desert sun, I scuttle across the sand with agility, a creature of the arid lands. 20. Read the full article

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Elena Matei Won’t Let “Fate” Get In The Way Of True Love

Renowned international supermodel and pop artist Elena Matei has unveiled her new alluring single “Fate.” This passionate and dynamic song beautifully captures the unfathomable love that someone holds for their partner. Along with the single is a stunning visual that portrays the essence of “Fate.”  The song is now available to stream and download on platforms worldwide, and the video is available on YouTube. In this enchanting composition, Elena Matei skillfully weaves together emotive vocals and evocative instrumentation to create a sense of intimacy and passion. Through “Fate,” listeners are transported on a journey through the powerful infatuation and attraction brought on by a partner, ultimately discovering its transformative and everlasting element. “‘Fate’ is about deep love and connection of two souls who seem to know each other from another life,” says Matei. “If fate tried to set them apart, they would fight with angels for their love.” This track was written by Elena Mattei and Greg Shilling and produced by Stephen Santa Teresa. Coupled with the new single is a mesmerizing visual narrative directed by Justin Thorne. Through vivid imagery and expressive choreography, the video focuses on Matei’s storytelling and paints a picture of two lovers amid their amorous relationship with moments of euphoria, intimacy, and heartache. Each scene is infused with a kaleidoscope of Matei’s emotions, capturing the highs and lows of a romantic connection. Elena Matei, hailing from the agricultural landscape of the Eastern European Republic of Moldova, discovered her love for music at a young age. While her peers were playing outdoors, she found solace in singing, with music becoming her constant companion and source of inspiration. Initially focusing on national folkloric music, she later pursued training in pop opera at an academy in Romania. At 16, she unexpectedly delved into modeling, kickstarting a successful career. Spotted by a renowned agent in New York, she signed with Elite Models and gained international recognition by working with top brands like Tommy Hilfiger, The Blonds, Kentina, Beach Bunny, Guess, and Revlon. Noteworthy are her features in Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, and ELLE. Embracing her multifaceted talents, Elena Matei seamlessly blends her modeling prowess with her passion for music, captivating audiences worldwide. With a growing audience of over 377k on Instagram, Matei is gearing up to release her debut album in 2024, marking the culmination of two years of hard work. Her debut single, “Rock It,” gained praise from champions at People Magazine, Broadway World, and more. Join Elena Matei on her musical journey with her new single and video for “Fate.” You can follow Matei through her Instagram @elena__matei and her website ElenaMatei.com. Read the full article

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Lauren Bacall Dies at 89; in a Bygone Hollywood, She Purred Every Word

By Enid Nemy Aug. 12, 2014

Lauren Bacall, the actress whose provocative glamour elevated her to stardom in Hollywood’s golden age and whose lasting mystique put her on a plateau in American culture that few stars reach, died on Tuesday in New York. She was 89.

Her death was confirmed by her son Stephen Bogart. “Her life speaks for itself,” Mr. Bogart said. “She lived a wonderful life, a magical life.”

With an insinuating pose and a seductive, throaty voice — her simplest remark sounded like a jungle mating call, one critic said — Ms. Bacall shot to fame in 1944 with her first movie, Howard Hawks’s adaptation of the Ernest Hemingway novel “To Have and Have Not,” playing opposite Humphrey Bogart, who became her lover on the set and later her husband.

It was a smashing debut sealed with a handful of lines now engraved in Hollywood history.

“You know you don’t have to act with me, Steve,” her character says to Bogart’s in the movie’s most memorable scene. “You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”

The film was the first of more than 40 for Ms. Bacall, among them “The Big Sleep” and “Key Largo” with Bogart, “How to Marry a Millionaire” with Marilyn Monroe and Betty Grable, “Designing Woman” with Gregory Peck, the all-star “Murder on the Orient Express” (1974) and, later in her career, Lars von Trier’s “Dogville” (2003) and “Manderlay” (2005) and Robert Altman’s “Prêt-à-Porter” (1994).

But few if any of her movies had the impact of her first — or of that one scene. Indeed, her film career was a story of ups, downs and long periods of inactivity. Though she received an honorary Academy Award in 2009 “in recognition of her central place in the Golden Age of motion pictures,” she was not nominated for an Oscar until 1997.

The theater was kinder to her. She won Tonys for her starring roles in two musicals adapted from classic films: “Applause” (1970), based on “All About Eve,” and “Woman of the Year” (1981), based on the Spencer Tracy-Katharine Hepburn movie of the same name. Earlier she starred on Broadway in the comedies “Goodbye, Charlie” (1959) and “Cactus Flower” (1965).

She also won a National Book Award in 1980 for the first of her two autobiographies, “Lauren Bacall: By Myself.”

Though often called a legend, she did not care for the word. “It’s a title and category I am less than fond of,” she wrote in 1994 in “Now,” her second autobiography. “Aren’t legends dead?”

Forever Tied to Bogart

She also expressed impatience, especially in her later years, with the public’s continuing fascination with her romance with Bogart, even though she frequently said that their 12-year marriage was the happiest period of her life.

“I think I’ve damn well earned the right to be judged on my own,” she said in a 1970 interview with The New York Times. “It’s time I was allowed a life of my own, to be judged and thought of as a person, as me.”

Years later, however, she seemed resigned to being forever tied to Bogart and expressed annoyance that her later marriage to another leading actor, Jason Robards Jr., was often overlooked.

“My obit is going to be full of Bogart, I’m sure,” she told Vanity Fair magazine in a profile of her in March 2011, adding: “I’ll never know if that’s true. If that’s the way, that’s the way it is.”

Ms. Bacall was an 18-year-old model in New York when her face on the cover of Harper’s Bazaar caught the eye of Slim Hawks, Howard Hawks’s wife. Brought to Hollywood and taken under the Hawkses’ wing, she won the role in “To Have and Have Not,” loosely based on the novel of the same name.

She played Marie Browning, known as Slim, an American femme fatale who becomes romantically involved with Bogart’s jaded fishing-boat captain, Harry Morgan, known as Steve, in wartime Martinique. Her deep voice and the seductive way she looked at Bogart in the film attracted attention.

Their on-screen chemistry hadn’t come naturally, however. In one of the first scenes she filmed, she asked if anyone had a match. Bogart threw her a box of matches; she lit her cigarette and then threw the box back to him.

“My hand was shaking, my head was shaking, the cigarette was shaking, I was mortified,” she wrote in “By Myself.” “The harder I tried to stop, the more I shook. ... I realized that one way to hold my trembling head still was to keep it down, chin low, almost to my chest, and eyes up at Bogart. It worked and turned out to be the beginning of The Look.”

Ms. Bacall’s naturally low voice was further deepened in her early months in Hollywood. Hawks wanted her voice to remain low even during emotional scenes and suggested she find some quiet spot and read aloud. She drove to Mulholland Drive and began reading “The Robe,” making her voice lower and louder than usual.

“Who sat on mountaintops in cars reading books aloud to the canyons?” she later wrote. “I did.”

During her romance with Bogart, she asked him if it mattered to him that she was Jewish. His answer, she later wrote, was “Hell, no — what mattered to him was me, how I thought, how I felt, what kind of person I was, not my religion, he couldn’t care less — why did I even ask?”

An Impulsive Kiss

Ms. Bacall’s love affair with Bogart began with an impulsive kiss. While filming “To Have and Have Not,” he had stopped at her trailer to say good night when he suddenly leaned over, lifted her chin and kissed her. He was 25 years her senior and married at the time to Mayo Methot, his third wife, but to Ms. Bacall, “he was the man who meant everything in the world to me; I couldn’t believe my luck.”

As her fame grew in the ensuing months — she attracted wide publicity in February 1945 when she was photographed on top of a piano, legs draped over the side, with Vice President Harry S. Truman at the keyboard — so did the romance, particularly as she and Bogart filmed “The Big Sleep,” based on a Raymond Chandler whodunit.

But her happiness alternated with despair. Bogart returned to his wife several times before he accepted that the marriage could not be saved. He and Ms. Bacall were married on May 21, 1945, at Malabar Farm in Lucas, Ohio, the home of Bogart’s close friend the writer Louis Bromfield. Bogart was 45; Ms. Bacall was 20.

Returning to work, she soon suffered a setback, when the critics savaged her performance in “Confidential Agent,” a 1945 thriller with Charles Boyer set during the Spanish Civil War. The director was Herman Shumlin, who, unlike Hawks and Bogart on her first two movies, offered her no guidance. “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing,” she recalled. “I was a novice.”

“After ‘Confidential Agent,’ it took me years to prove that I was capable of doing anything at all worthwhile,” she wrote. “I would never reach the ‘To Have and Have Not’ heights again — on film, anyway — and it would take much clawing and scratching to pull myself even halfway back up that damn ladder.”

“Dark Passage,” her third movie with Bogart, came after several years of concentrating on her marriage. Had she not married Bogart, she told The Times in 1996, her career would probably have flourished, but she did not regret the marriage.

“I would not have had a better life, but a better career,” she said. “Howard Hawks was like a Svengali; he was molding me the way he wanted. I was his creation, and I would have had a great career had he been in control of it. But the minute Bogie was around, Hawks knew he couldn’t control me, so he sold my contract to Warner Bros. And that was the end.”

She was eventually suspended 12 times by the studio for rejecting scripts.

‘And We Made a Noise’

In 1947, as the House Un-American Activities Committee investigated Americans suspected of Communism, Ms. Bacall and Bogart were among about 80 Hollywood personalities to sign a petition protesting the committee’s actions. Investigating individual political beliefs, the petition said, violated the basic principles of American democracy.

The couple flew to Washington as part of a group known as the Committee for the First Amendment, which also included Danny Kaye, John Garfield, Gene Kelly, John Huston, Ira Gershwin and Jane Wyatt. “I am an outraged and angry citizen who feels that my basic civil liberties are being taken away from me,” Bogart said in a statement.

Three decades later, Ms. Bacall would express doubts about “whether the trip to Washington ultimately helped anyone.” But, she added: “It helped those of us at the time who wanted to fight for what we thought was right and against what we knew was wrong. And we made a noise — in Hollywood, a community which should be courageous but which is surprisingly timid and easily intimidated.”

Nevertheless, bowing to studio pressure, Bogart later said publicly he believed the trip to Washington was “ill advised,” and Ms. Bacall went along with him.

A year after that trip she had what she termed “one of my happiest movie experiences” starring with Bogart, Lionel Barrymore, Edward G. Robinson and Claire Trevor in John Huston’s thriller “Key Largo.” It was Bogart’s and Ms. Bacall’s last film together. “Young Man With a Horn” (1950), with Kirk Douglas and Doris Day, in which she played a student married to a jazz trumpeter, was less successful.

Ms. Bacall’s first son, Stephen H. Bogart (named after Bogart’s character in “To Have and Have Not”), was born in 1949. A daughter, Leslie Bogart (named after the actor Leslie Howard), was born in 1952. In a 1995 memoir, Stephen wrote, “My mother was a lapsed Jew, and my father was a lapsed Episcopalian,” adding that he and his sister, Leslie, were raised Episcopalian “because my mother felt that would make life easier for Leslie and me during those post-World War II years.”

Rat Pack Den Mother

Ms. Bacall, however, wrote that she felt “totally Jewish and always would” and that it was Bogart who thought the children should be christened in an Episcopal church because “with discrimination still rampant in the world, it would give them one less hurdle to jump in life’s Olympics.”

She was, she said, happy being a wife and mother. She was also “den mother” to the so-called Hollywood Rat Pack, whose members included Bogart, Frank Sinatra, David Niven, Judy Garland and others. (It would evolve into the better-known Rat Pack whose members included Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.)

In 1952 she campaigned for Adlai E. Stevenson, the Democratic candidate for president, and persuaded Bogart, who had originally supported the Republican Dwight D. Eisenhower, to join her. The two accompanied Stevenson on motorcades and flew east to help in the final lap of his campaign in New York and Chicago.

Her film career at this point appeared to be going nowhere, but she had no intention of allowing Lauren Bacall the actress to slide into oblivion. In 1953 her fortunes revived with what she called “the best part I’d had in years,” in “How to Marry a Millionaire,” playing alongside Marilyn Monroe and Betty Grable as New York models with sights set on finding rich husbands.

In the early 1950s the Bogarts dabbled in radio and the growing medium of television. They starred in the radio adventure series “Bold Venture” and, with Henry Fonda, in a live television version of “The Petrified Forest,” the 1936 film that starred Bogart, Bette Davis and Leslie Howard. In 1956 Ms. Bacall appeared in a television production of Noël Coward’s “Blithe Spirit,” in which Coward himself also starred. She would occasionally return to the small screen for the rest of her career, making guest appearances on shows like “The Rockford Files” and “Chicago Hope” and starring in TV movies.

Bogart was found to have cancer of the esophagus in 1956. Although an operation was successful — his esophagus and two lymph nodes were removed — after some months the cancer returned. He died in January 1957 at the age of 57.

Romance With Sinatra

Shortly after Bogart’s death, Ms. Bacall, by then 32, had a widely publicized but brief romance with Sinatra, who had been a close friend of the Bogarts. She moved to New York in 1958 and, three years later, married Mr. Robards, settling in a spacious apartment in the Dakota, on Central Park West, where she continued to live until her death. They had a son, the actor Sam Robards, and were divorced in 1969. She is survived by her sons, Stephen Bogart and Sam Robards; her daughter, Leslie Bogart; and six grandchildren.

Lauren Bacall was born Betty Joan Perske in the Bronx on Sept. 16, 1924, the daughter of William and Natalie Perske, Jewish immigrants from Poland and Romania. Her parents were divorced when she was 6 years old, and her mother moved to Manhattan and adopted the second half of her maiden name, Weinstein-Bacal.

“I didn’t really have any love in my growing-up life, except for my mother and grandmother,” Ms. Bacall said in the Vanity Fair interview. Her father, she said, “did not treat my mother well.”

From then until her move to Hollywood, Ms. Bacall was known as Betty Bacal; she added an “l” to her name because, she said, the single “l” caused “too much irregularity of pronunciation.” The name Lauren was given her by Howard Hawks before the release of her first film, but family and old friends called her Betty throughout her life, and to Bogart she was always Baby.

Although finances were a problem as she was growing up — “Nothing came easy, everything was worked for” — her mother’s family was close-knit, and through an uncle’s generosity she attended the Highland Manor school for girls in Tarrytown, N.Y., where she graduated from grade school at 11. She went on to Julia Richman High School in Manhattan and also studied acting at the New York School of the Theater and ballet with Mikhail Mordkin, who had on occasion been Pavlova’s partner.

After graduation in 1940, Ms. Bacall became a full-time student at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts but left after the first year; her family could no longer subsidize her, and the academy at the time did not offer scholarships to women.

So she turned to modeling, and in 1941, at 16, she landed jobs with David Crystal, a Seventh Avenue dress manufacturer, and Sam Friedlander, who made evening gowns. During lunch hours she would stand outside Sardi’s selling copies of Actor’s Cue, a casting tip sheet, hoping to catch the attention of producers. She also became an usher at Broadway theaters and a hostess at the newly opened Stage Door Canteen.

Her first theater role was a walk-on in a Broadway play called “Johnny 2 x 4.” It paid $15 a week and closed in eight weeks, but she looked back on the experience as “magical.” Another stab at modeling, with the Walter Thornton agency, proved disappointing, but her morale soared in July 1942, with a sentence by George Jean Nathan in Esquire: “The prettiest theater usher — the tall slender blonde in the St. James Theater right aisle, during the Gilbert & Sullivan engagement — by general rapt agreement among the critics, but the bums are too dignified to admit it.”

Watching ‘Casablanca’

Later that year she was cast by the producer Max Gordon in “Franklin Street,” a comedy directed by George S. Kaufman, which closed out of town. It was her last time onstage for 17 years.

It was about this time that she saw Bogart in “Casablanca.” She later recalled that she could not understand the reaction of a friend who was “mad” about him. “So much for my judgment at that time,” she said.

In 1942, she met Nicolas de Gunzburg, an editor at Harper’s Bazaar, who took her to meet Diana Vreeland, the fashion editor. After a thorough inspection, Vreeland asked her to return the next day to meet the photographer Louise Dahl-Wolfe. Test shots were taken, and a few days later she was called.

A full-page color picture of her standing in front of a window with the words “American Red Cross Blood Donor Service” on it led to inquiries from David O. Selznick, Howard Hughes and Howard Hawks, among others. The Hawks offer was accepted, and Betty Bacall, 18 years old, left for the West Coast by train with her mother. She returned to New York less than two years later as Lauren Bacall, star.

In her 70s, Ms. Bacall began lending her distinctive voice to television commercials and cartoons, and her movie career again picked up steam. Between 1995 and 2012 she was featured in more than a dozen pictures, most notably “The Mirror Has Two Faces” (1996), in which she played Barbra Streisand’s monstrous, vain mother.

The role brought her an Academy Award nomination as best supporting actress; the smart money was on her to win. But the Oscar went to Juliette Binoche for her part in “The English Patient,” to the astonishment of almost everyone, including Ms. Binoche.

Ms. Bacall — who received a consolation prize of sorts when she was named a Kennedy Center Honors winner a few months later — was perhaps prepared for the Oscar rebuff. Shortly before the Academy Awards ceremony, she told an interviewer that she hadn’t been happy for years. “Contented, yes; pleased and proud, yes. But happy, no.”

Still, she said, she had been lucky: “I had one great marriage, I have three great children and four grandchildren. I am still alive. I still can function. I still can work.”

As she said in 1996: “You just learn to cope with whatever you have to cope with. I spent my childhood in New York, riding on subways and buses. And you know what you learn if you’re a New Yorker? The world doesn’t owe you a damn thing.”

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An obituary on Wednesday about the actress Lauren Bacall misidentified the borough in New York in which she was born. It is the Bronx, not Brooklyn.

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Aug. 21, 2014: An obituary on Aug. 13 about the actress Lauren Bacall referred incorrectly to a 1947 petition signed by Ms. Bacall and her husband, Humphrey Bogart, protesting the actions of the House Un-American Activities Committee. It was signed by about 80 Hollywood personalities, not 500, and it did not contain the words “to smear the motion picture industry.” (Those words are from a telegram sent earlier that year by members of the movie industry in support of colleagues who had been subpoenaed by the committee.)

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Emma G. Fitzsimmons contributed reporting.

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The Top 10 Places to Visit with Turkish Airlines

Known for its extensive global network, Turkish Airlines offers passengers access to the most exciting destinations around the world. From bustling metropolises to peaceful beach retreats, there is something for every traveler. In this article, we explore the top 10 destinations to explore with Turkish Airlines, highlighting their unique attractions and cultural experiences.

Istanbul, Turkey: Where East Meets West

Istanbul, the vibrant heart of Turkey, perfectly blends the charm of its historical landmarks with the hustle and bustle of modern life. Explore the famous Hagia Sophia, stroll the bustling Grand Bazaar and travel along the picturesque Bosphorus to see the city's unique blend of East and West.

Cappadocia, Turkey: Fairy Chimneys and Hot Air Balloons

Visit Cappadocia's surreal landscape of chimneys, rock formations and ancient caves. Take a magical hot air balloon ride into the sky at sunrise, explore underground cities and marvel at the intricate rock churches scattered throughout the area.

Athens, Greece: Cradle of Western Civilization

Learn about the birthplace of democracy and philosophy in Athens, the historic capital of Greece. Explore ancient wonders such as the Acropolis and the Parthenon, stroll through the charming Plaka district and sample traditional Greek cuisine in quaint taverns overlooking the city.

Barcelona, ​​Spain: Gaudí's Masterpieces and Mediterranean Charm Barcelona's artistic atmosphere and Mediterranean charm make it a must-see. Admire Antoni Gaudí's architectural wonders such as the Sagrada Familia and Park Güell, stroll along lively Rambla and enjoy tapas and sangrias at local restaurants.

Dubai, United Arab Emirates: Modern Wonders and Desert Adventures

Experience the glitz and glamor of Dubai, where futuristic skyscrapers meet traditional Arabian hospitality. Climb to the top of Burj Khalifa for panoramic views, shop at the Dubai Mall and go on an exciting desert safari to explore the dunes.

New York, USA: The City That Never Sleeps

Immerse yourself in the electrifying energy of New York City, a melting pot of cultures, cuisines and iconic landmarks. Explore Times Square, catch a Broadway show and take a leisurely stroll through Central Park to get a taste of what the city has to offer.

Tokyo, Japan: Fusion of Tradition and Innovation

Tokyo's dynamic combination of ancient traditions and cutting-edge technology makes it an exciting destination. Visit historic temples and shrines, shop for unique gadgets in Akihabara, and enjoy sushi and ramen in a vibrant area of ​​the city

Cape Town, South Africa: Where Nature Meets Adventure

Experience the natural beauty and varied landscapes of Cape Town, nestled between the mountains and the sea. Climb Table Mountain for stunning views, explore a vibrant coastal region and go on safari to find the Big Five in nearby national parks.

Bangkok, Thailand: Temples, Street Food, and Night Markets

Bangkok's vibrant street life, ornate temples, and delicious street food make it a sensory delight for travelers. Visit the majestic Grand Palace, travel along the Chao Phraya River and sample exotic delicacies at the lively night market.

Paris, France: City of Love and Light

Experience the romance and elegance of Paris, a city steeped in history, art and culture. Admire iconic landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre Museum, stroll along the River Seine and indulge in decadent pastries in charming bakeries.

Conclusion

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Edward G. Robinson, Pabst

Description (Brief)

Nickolas Muray color carbro photograph of Edward G. Robinson. Advertisment for Pabst Beer ca. 1950. Robinson stands beside a painting in an ornate frame holding a pint of beer as to offer it to a guest.The wall paper in the room is a grey and pink forest theme. On a table, a tray of hours'derves and beer are displayed.

Recto: Signed and dated by the artist (pencil). Verso: Muray Stamp. "#11 Eddy Robinson" (pencil). Mounted on Monogram Illustration board.

Description

Nickolas Muray was born in Szeged, Hungary on February 15, 1892. Twelve years after his birth, Muray left his native town and enrolled in a graphic arts school in Budapest. Enrolling in art school was the first step on a road that would eventually lead him to study a photographic printing process called three-color carbro. In the course of his accomplished career, Muray would become an expert in this process and play a key role in bringing color photography to America.

While attending art school in Budapest, Muray studied lithography and photoengraving, earning an International Engraver's Certificate. Muray was also introduced to photography during this time period. His combined interest in photography and printmaking led him to Berlin, Germany to participate in a three-year color-photoengraving course. In Berlin, Muray learned how to make color filters, a first step in the craft that would one day become his trademark. Immediately after the completion of the course, Muray found a good job with a publishing company in Ullstein, Germany. However, the threat of war in Europe forced Muray to flee for America in 1913. Soon after his arrival in New York, Muray was working as a photoengraver for Condé Nast. His specialty was color separations and half-tone negatives.

By 1920, Muray had established a home for himself in the up-and-coming artists' haven of Greenwich Village. He opened a portrait studio out of his apartment and continued to work part time at his engraving job. Harper's Bazaar magazine gave Muray his first big assignment in 1921. The project was to photograph Broadway star Florence Reed. The magazine was so impressed with his photographs that they began to publish his work monthly. This allowed him to give up his part time job and work solely as a photographer. It did not take long for Muray to become one of the most renowned portrait photographers in Manhattan. Muray spent much of the early 1920s photographing the most famous and important personalities in New York at the time.

In his spare time Muray enjoyed fencing. In 1927, he won the National Sabre Championship and in 1928 and 1932, he was on the United States Olympic Team. During World War II, Muray was a flight lieutenant in the Civil Air Patrol.

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Plotting out "Aida" for a Disney animated musical

I want it on record that I'm NOT saying that the original Broadway musical was bad; I just don't think it felt (as it exists) as an animated musical for Disney. Plus the music felt WAY too contemporary; I didn't feel transported like I did with "The Lion King"--kinda weird since it had the same music team as "Aida." And in terms of story, I'm taking both inspiration from the stage musical and the original opera. Thematically speaking, I could see this as a cross between Disney's "Pocahontas" and Dreamworks' "The Prince of Egypt"--heartfelt, emotional, and awe-inspiring. Oh, and spoilers, obviously.

The characters

Aida--For visual references, I used American singer/actress Coco Jones and dancer/singer Normani, as well as Ethiopian women in traditional Ethiopian garb of various ethnic groups (and lemme know if these clothes are inaccurate). I definitely imagine her personality similar to Belle, Pocahontas, and Jasmine: a very intelligent, mature, and kind individual with compassion for others, though I do like the idea that her becoming a slave to Egyptians does fuel a bit of discrimination at first, until she is shown kindness by Amneris and Radamès. I do like the idea that similar to Raya, she has to learn to overcome her discrimination despite times of war. I'd definitely love for orange or yellow to be her main color; I've heard that the yellow part of the Ethiopian flag symbolizes hope, which would be apt for her.

2. Radamès--Visually, I keep picturing a cross between Mena Massoud and Ramses II. I imagine him in terms of personality very similar to Li Shang, so we can finally shed the recent Disney trope of a comedic and/or jaded male lead. I enjoy him living by an honor-bound code, and him being merciful to others even before he develops feelings for Aida. I was gonna omit the Amneris/Radamès/Aida love triangle, but I like the idea of one, especially if it's reciprocated on both sides; Radamès has feelings for Amneris, but he's worried that he doesn't truly know the real her, and surmises that this is due to her royal status, similar to how he must put on a strong front as a military leader. He worries that by marrying her, he'll have to become even more emotionally closed off, and that his relationship with Amneris and others will suffer as a result. IDK how it'd work in Ancient Egyptian society and his status, but I'd love for green to be his main color, like a deep emerald or malachite.

3. Amneris--For visual purposes, I used this collage of 2017's top Arab actresses via Harper's Bazaar, over half of whom are Egyptians. Plus Cleo de Nile (who I think was the first character I ever saw on tv who was Egyptian) is also an aesthetic I'd want her to take inspiration from--intimidating but kind, powerful while vulnerable, beautiful and clever. Originally I planned Amneris to be a bubbly and emotional character akin to Charlotte LeBouf, but I do like the idea of her being similar to Isabela Madrigal, especially since Amneris' incarnation in the musical is similar to Isabela's; she puts on a persona to make others happy and distract from her true self and what she perceives to be flaws. Similar to Aida, she has to overcome her feelings of conquering discrimination, with her friendship with Aida affecting her feelings on the war with the Nubians. I love the idea that she has a pet asp that protects her as well as whispering secrets to her, making her weary of Zoser. I definitely imagine her in black and gold--it's powerful and beautiful, just like her.

4. Zoser--Jafar is an obvious inspiration here, since they're both power-hungry men in power in an Ancient Middle-Eastern civilization. I do like the idea that he has affection and pride in his son, but he's not above forcing him to do his bidding if it REALLY comes t that; it's an "I love you...but I love me more" situation, and not in the empowering, inspiring way. I wouldn't have him poison the pharaoh like in the story, as he has charisma and cunning that allows him to manipulate the pharaoh without having to dispose of him, and this allows him more time to fuel his son's insecurities and make him overly reliant on him when he does become pharaoh. Given that red symbolized disorder in Ancient Egypt (at least form what I've gathered), I'd love to see him embrace a red color palette, especially since so many Disney villains use purple or green. Of course, this would bring him even closer to Jafar (even though in the first "Aladdin" film, Jafar's main color is black with red accents).

The story

Let's just get this out of the way; I wouldn't keep the tragic ending. Even if this wasn't a Disney movie, I wouldn't want the film to end with the two characters dead, and I'm not a fan of the frame story from Broadway. If doing the storybook opening is too European, I'd probably have an opening using hieroglyphics.

In my version of the story, Amneris is more active in military decisions due to being the next pharaoh, and despite Aida's ferocity against the Egyptian warriors, she believes that she's worth more alive than dead and makes Aida her handmaiden. Along with this, Mereb is her brother; it'd have more Disney leads with brothers (and it be prominently featured). Along with this, Zoser recognizes Aida's incredible athleticism and stealth, using her as a spy for him to manipulate the pharaoh, as well as fueling the desire between Amneris and Radamès, promising to release her after a year if she abides by him. He keeps a close eye on her, not letting her know that he has growing suspicions of her being the princess of Nubia. At first, Aida has no issue with this arrangement, given that she has no love or loyalty for any Egyptian, but as she starts to care for some of them, she resists Zoser's demands, but he threatens to harm Radamès and Amneris by poisoning Amneris after her marriage to Radamès and framing him for her murder as a supposed ploy to cause an insurrection, crowning himself as the leader of the Nubians. Aida then submits to his demands. While Aida and Radamès confess their feelings to each other, they respect that their lives have taken them on diverging paths, and they separate. However, during the Nubian rebellion that Aida leads, Radamès joins her and is subsequently arrested. Realizing that he's fallen for Aida, Amneris takes advantage of the situation and fakes his death, allowing him to escape and join Aida and the Nubians in starting a new life while Amneris becomes pharaoh. I'm uncertain if I'd have Zoser die or become imprisoned. I'm sure the fanbase would vote for the former option.

The music

I shall NEVER presume to say I'll ever reach the success or talent that Elton John and Tim Rice have achieved in their lives, nor am I saying my soundtrack would be superior; it's just a custom of my brainstorms/rewrites that I make a tracklist for Disney musicals.

"Spider's Web"--a "Deliver Us"-type song, with the title coming from an Ethiopian proverb I found online ("When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion"). The Nubian captives sing of their hopes and dreams of escaping the Egyptians as well as winning the war, but how the king has lost some of his motivation due to believing his daughter is dead. I imagine this being an ensemble number.

"Sunrise"--A song where Aida says how determined she is to escape the servitude of the Egyptians, especially now that she's found out that her brother is alive and well. As certain as the sun rises, she will rise above her oppressors and be free once more. It starts off somber only to give way to a more energetic sound.

"Cause for Concern"--Zoser's villain song where he convinces Aida to spy on the pharaoh for him and bring Amneris and Radamès together, bringing up that she has no love for any Egyptian and helping him with his plans would someday benefit her. I imagine it as a slow and sinister song, fitting how he slowly convinces Aida that it's better to work for him than against him.

"Captive"--an ironically-named title focusing on Radamès' love for Aida and how he feels a slave to it, and how he recognizes that she feels the same, but wonders if it's purely a matter of proximity; would she love him if she wasn't a slave to his masters? Would she be with him if she was allowed to leave Egypt at any time? Along with this, Amneris sings of how she has fallen for Radamès, and she wonders how being a prisoner of love is just as bad as being a prisoner to the expectations thrust upon her as a princess.

"Dreaming of the Stars"--a father/son duet between Radamès and Zoser about how Zoser dreams of Radamès becoming pharaoh and ruling Egypt, but Radamès, due to his wisdom, foretells his father that his ambition will lead to his downfall. I suppose you could see it as a cross between "Mother Knows Best" (and the reprise) and "At All Costs."

"Silence of my Heart"--essentially an "If I Never Knew You"-type song where Radamès is imprisoned and sings to the wind, which carries his voice to Aida, and she sings back to him as she considers fleeing with the Nubians or going to rescue him and risking being caught. The title comes from the idea that their hearts skip a beat, waiting for the wind to carry their messages to each other and to hear back from their love.

"The Dawn"--I imagine that a good deal of this song is pretty much a reprise of the first two songs, and how everyone looks to the sunrise to see what the future may hold for their destiny.

Lemme know what you think! Would you watch a film like this? Lemme know if you have an questions!

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Ep85 Beyond the Valley of the Genies w/ James Monroe Iglehart! (Broadway!)

Hey, clear the way in the old Bazaar, coz this week it's Genies to the front, Satyrs to the nasty-side, because we're joined by the Tony-Award winning Genie- and Blaxploitation icon, Mr. James Monroe Iglehart! Say whaaat?! *cricks neck and faints* In our most-AWEsome episode yet, our wishes come true, as James joins the boys fresh from training Hercules on Mount Olympus to go heavy with Our Last Night's 'Disney Goes Heavy' - before we prove our worth by hanging out with Aladdin and the Original Broadway Cast. Plus, James loses his mind over his intro, then rants (YAY!) about Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, we check out Hercules (YAY!) at the Paper Mill Playhouse, Disney Acting, David Zippel's long-deserved title, Dream Disneyland lands, Singing for Alan Menken, James' film debut as a toddler, AW surprises everybody with 30-year-old Happy Meal Toys- plus heaps, heeeappps more!

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

1900 – Baron George Hoyningen-Huene (d.1968) was a seminal fashion photographer of the 1920s and 1930s. He was born in Russia to Baltic German and American parents and spent his working life in France, England and the United States. Born in Saint Petersburg, Russia, Hoyningen-Huene was the only son of Baron Barthold Theodorevitch von Hoyningen-Huene (1859-1942), a Baltic nobleman and military officer. His mother was an American.

During the Russian Revolution, the Hoyningen-Huenes fled to first London, and later Paris. By 1925 George had already worked his way up to chief of photography at French Vogue. In 1931 he met Horst [pictured lbelow, photographed by Hoyningen-Huene], the future photographer, who became his lover and frequent model, and travelled to England with him that winter. While there, they visited photographer Cecil Beaton, who was working for the British edition of Vogue.

"Horst on Mantel"

In 1935 Hoyningen-Huene moved to New York City where he did most of his work for Harper's Bazaar. He published two art books on Greece and Egypt before relocating to Hollywood, where he earned a living shooting glamorous portraits for the film industry.

Hoyningen-Huene worked before anything resembling contemporary flash photography was known. Working in huge studios and with whatever lighting worked best. There is something about the texture of his black and whites that one seldom finds in contemporary work. Beyond fashion, he was a master portraitist as well from Hollywood stars to other celebrities.

He also worked in Hollywood in various capacities in the film industry, working closely with George Cukor, notably as special visual and colour consultant for the 1954 Judy Garland movie A Star Is Born. He served a similar role for the 1957 film Les Girls, which starred Kay Kendall and Mitzi Gaynor and the Sophia Loren film Heller in Pink Tights.

He died at 68 years of age in Los Angeles.

1938 – Leonard Frey (d.1988) was an American actor. He is best remembered for his performance in the 1971 film Fiddler on the Roof, which earned him an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor nomination.

Frey was born in Brooklyn, New York. After attending James Madison High School, he studied art at Cooper Union, with designs on being a painter, before switching to acting at New York City's Neighborhood Playhouse under famed acting coach Sanford Meisner, and pursued a career in theater instead. Frey made his stage debut in an Off-Broadway production of Little Mary Sunshine.

Frey received critical acclaim in 1968 for his performance as Harold in off-Broadway's The Boys in the Band. He would go on to appear alongside the rest of the original cast in the 1970 film version, directed by William Friedkin.

Frey was nominated for a 1975 Tony Award as Best Featured Actor in a Play for his performance in The National Health. Other stage credits include revivals of The Time of Your Life (1969), Beggar on Horseback (1970), Twelfth Night (1972) and The Man Who Came to Dinner (1980). He also played Clare Quilty in the Alan Jay Lerner musical Lolita, My Love which closed, before reaching Broadway, in 1971.

Frey was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance as Motel the tailor in Norman Jewison's 1971 film Fiddler on the Roof (he had appeared in the original Broadway musical production as Mendel, the rabbi's son). His other film credits included roles in The Magic Christian (1969), Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon (1970), Where the Buffalo Roam (1980), Up the Academy (1980), and Tattoo (1981).

Frey's television credits included appearances on Hallmark Hall of Fame; Medical Center; Mission Impossible; Eight is Enough; Quincy, M.E.; Hart to Hart; Barney Miller; Moonlighting; and Murder, She Wrote.

Frey died at the age 49 of an AIDS-related illness in New York on August 24, 1988.

1957 – On this date in the United Kingdom, the Wolfenden Report was published. It was the culmination of a request by the Conservative government in 1954 to set up a Departmental Committee to look into aspects of British sex laws. The committee of 13 members committee was chaired by Sir John Wolfenden, Vice-Chancellor of Reading University, investigated the current laws on homosexuality and prostitution. The Wolfenden Report was published after a succession of well-known men, including Lord Montagu, Michael Pitt-Rivers and Peter Wildeblood, were convicted of homosexual offences.

Disregarding the conventional ideas of the day, the committee recommended that "homosexual behaviour between consenting adults in private should no longer be a criminal offence". Contrary to some medical and psychiatric witnesses' evidence at that time, the committee found that "homosexuality cannot legitimately be regarded as a disease, because in many cases it is the only symptom and is compatible with full mental health in other respects." The report added, "The law's function is to preserve public order and decency, to protect the citizen from what is offensive or injurious, and to provide sufficient safeguards against exploitation and corruption of others ... It is not, in our view, the function of the law to intervene in the private life of citizens, or to seek to enforce any particular pattern of behaviour." The recommended age of consent was 21 (the age of majority in the UK then).

The report also discussed the rise in street prostitution at the time, which it associated with "community instability" and "weakening of the family". As a result there was a police crackdown on street prostitution following the report.

"The enforcement of Morals", by Patrick Devlin, stated that "Adultery, fornication, and prostitution are not, as the Report points out, criminal offences: homosexuality between males is a criminal offence, but between females it is not."

The recommendations of the report eventually led to the passage of the Sexual Offences Act 1967, applying to England and Wales only, that replaced the previous law on sodomy contained in the Offences against the Person Act 1861 and the 1885 Labouchere Amendment which outlawed every other homosexual act. The law was only passed a decade after the report was published in 1957.

John Wolfenden came 45th in a list of the top 500 lesbian and gay heroes, Pink Paper, 26 September 1997. It later became known that his son Jeremy Wolfenden was gay.

2017 – Canada has discreetly granted asylum to 31 gay men from Chechnya working with the NGO Rainbow Railroad,  a clandestine program unique in the world. In April, Justin Trudeau and the Canadian  government strongly condemned persecution of homosexuals in Chechnya. Canada is not the only country to accept gay refugees from Chechnya and other countries in the region. France has accepted at least one person, as has Germany, and two are in Lithuania. An undetermined number of individuals have traveled to European Union countries on tourist visas, and then applied for refugee status. So far, the United States has done nothing.

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Fantasia Knights funny moments from my favorite episodes

Lucky, Lucky Snake

Think Kaa is safe from being put through the wringer as a human? Think again.

Enzo: (to Human!Kaa, who is sprawled on the ground, unconscious) You okay there, buddy?

Birds of a Feather

This exchange, after they save Iago from the angry merchant:

Iago: Who are you guys?

Taylor: (gently) We’ve come to save you. Come with us…

(A beat, before Iago abruptly flies off)

Iago: Don’t talk ta me wit’ that voice!

Enzo: (shit-eating grin) A bird just rejected you, dude.

Genie’s first appearance, when he flies into the room and jubilantly hugs Kian, mistaking him for Aladdin. At one point he asks, “Hey Al, did you get shorter?”

“We’ve got a slight problem: Aladdin and Iago swapped species, so Al’s now a blue macaw, and Iago’s… the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Iago: I AINT’ CUTE!

“BY THE POWERS THAT BE, I COMMAND YOU TO RETURN TO NORMAL!!!”

Human!Iago taking advantage of his situation while passing himself off as Jasmine’s brother. And it is amazing.

Iago: Ya might wanna be a bit nicer to me, considering the fact that I AM THE ONE IN CHARGE!

“YOU FOOL!”

Iago assumes that, because he’s a human now, he can approach Rajah without getting pounced on, as he attempts to secretly sic him on a stuck-up young caliph. However, Rajah knows who the red-haired boy is. No points for guessing how that turns out.

Iago: (to the caliph while noticeably battered) You win this round, bub.

Iago’s rant as he starts angrily stripping off the “royal” outfit Genie zapped up for him: “A dog show is where I DRAW THE LINE!”

And said “princely” outfit is what Human!Iago wore in the Broadway musical of Aladdin.

And Iago is wearing those clothes over what he was wearing when he became human.

This gem:

Enzo: YO, BIRD BOY!

Iago: WHAT?! (Realizes he just gave away his location to the Knights)

And immediately afterward Enzo tackles him like a football player.

“Words of wisdom” from Iago:

Iago: Sometimes, you just gotta run like heck from your problems.

The entire chase through the bazaar to rescue Iago from Muge’s mooks. Highlights include:

The burning fireworks cart.

The food merchant behind them ignoring the scene right in front of him and going on with his job. Obviously, this type of thing happens quite often in Agrabah.

Once Genie is called upon, things really get hysterical. The faces on Muge’s servants add to the hilarity.

Muge, as it turns out, is not happy upon learning that her retainers have kidnapped Iago.

Turan: Now, which is worse? Inconveniencing Agrabah, or dying alone and single?

Muge: KIDNAPPING THE PRINCESS’S BROTHER, YOU MORONS!

And in the background, Iago is trying unsuccessfully to free himself from the sack he’s been tied up in from the neck down, to no success. At one point, he tries chewing through the ropes, only to stop when he almost accidentally strangles himself.

An exasperated Iago desperately confessing that he’s not actually Jasmine’s brother, but a parrot. Muge’s disbelieving reaction is priceless.

“Wait, there’s more! I’M SCUM! I once had a psychopath boss, I gamble at the Nest Egg, I ALREADY GOT A GIRL IN THE RAINFOREST!!!”

“TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF AGONY UPON YE!!!” (Ass Shove) “Oops.”

Where the Deer and the Antelope Play

Enzo entering the saloon, making one hell of an impression:

Patron: Hey! Are you the fella who took down them Stonehart brothers?

Enzo: Yeah, I got ‘em with one bullet.

Patron#2: All seven of them?

Enzo: ...Yup. All seven of 'em.

The story he comes up with to explain his supposed feat is pretty hilarious too (what we get to hear of it, anyway).

Enzo: Bullet hits the pickaxe, ricochets back towards Stonehart number three, and THAT'S WHEN THE ROOF CAVED IN, igniting the fuel, instantly vaporizing his bodily form, leaving nothing but a burnt-black husk.

Patron#3: Hold on there, that's only six. What happened to number seven?

Enzo: Oh, well, obviously he died of gangrene.

After Maggie, Mrs. Calloway and Grace are turned human, Calloway demands that they be changed back. Taylor asks Enzo for the Animal Artifact:

Enzo: Ya mean the big, shiny medallion with the mouse insignia?

Taylor: Uh-huh.

Enzo: Exactly like the one those rustlers stole?

Taylor: Yup.

Enzo: ...Well, it got stolen.

Taylor: (Seeing Mrs. Calloway’s Tranquil Fury) So it did.

A great chunk of jokes in this episode are of Pearl’s girls getting used to their new human bodies:

Their first attempt at two-legged walking. Insert QWOP jokes here.

Mrs. Calloway tries to compose herself and look as dignified as possible... and comically walks right into the closed door.

Human Maggie taking a bite of an ear of corn like a cow and a passerby giving her a "WTF?" look.

And earlier, in a Funny Background Event, she’s clearly checking out her.... uh... “human udders.” And then she motions Grace over for a look. Both are clearly unimpressed at what they see.

When the Knights and bovine-turned-humans spot Jose, Maggie gets down on all fours and prepares to charge him.

When the group comes across the Granger Gang’s secret lair, and River is inspecting the locked entrance.

River: This is either gonna take a lot of our magic, or some good lockpicking skills to-

Maggie: UH OH, CLUMSY ME! (shoulder smashes down the door)

(River stands there with a shocked look on her face)

The entire chase/fight scene with the Granger Gang and the heroes counts as both a CMOF and CMOA.

This exchange:

Kian: Who wants a story where the bad guys win?

Jose: I do! It’s called a ‘change of pace’! Let me spell it out for ya: We’ve got you outnumbered! Right boys? (turns around to see the rest of the gang running away screaming) ...Boys? Aw, dangit!

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