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anonymous asked:

Request: El and Max 10 years later and they work near each other and get lunch

Okay, so this isn’t EXACTLY what you asked for, and I apologise for that, noni… but I teared up a little writing the ending, so… (also vaguely for @forfutureglory and she knows why)


In the dimly lit library, the silence was broken as the radio flicked on. El smiled down at it, humming along to the tune of California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas—her very favourite song at the moment.

Max, seated at the long oak table surrounded by books, looked up. Her face was wrought with both amusement and exasperation. “El,” she said, testily, “what on earth are you doing?”

“Dancing,” El replied easily, twirling through the stacks of books. She leaned against a shelf (which was so tall it reached the ceiling), and sang along.

Max sighed. She’d been studying for five hours straight now, which had brought El to the conclusion that it was definitely time for her best friend to take a break. “If you’re gonna dance, you’ve gotta dance right,” Max said.

She shut her book on a mark and walked over to the counter, leaning over and retrieving a bottle of scotch.

El grinned, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t often that she drank, but she’d done so more frequently with Mike away at school. She even smoked, one or twice a season, and it wasn’t a point of pride for her, but it did help calm her nerves. The first time Mike had seen her do it, he’d flipped — but had it really been so unexpected, with her being raised by Hopper (Hawkins’ most lovable chainsmoker)?

And so Max poured the drinks and El pulled out her Camel pack. She slid a cigarette between her lips with the resolution that tonight was a night for carelessness and sorrows.

Max knocked back the scotch and poured herself another in the time it took for El to light up.

“You need to chill,” El advised. “I know things have been hard—”

“No, no no,” Max grinned. “No. Tonight we do not discuss men, or school, or shitty parents of crazy pasts or monsters or whatever — tonight, my good lady, we dance.”

And so they did. The songs changed, it began to rain outside, and the clock continued to chime at every hour (though it was not heard).

At two AM, when they were both flushed and giggling, El laid back against the table and inhaled deeply from her third cigarette (she hadn’t planned on even finishing the one, but hey, time flies when you’re having fun — and so do ashes). “You know, for two women with rough childhoods, we aren’t as fucked up as I thought we’d be.”

Max nodded, now drinking straight from the bottle. She swayed on the spot — whether from dizziness, a drunken haze, the music, or all three, El didn’t know. “I miss the boys,” she said sombrely, red hair coming loose from it’s braid.

“Me too,” El confessed. Suddenly the music wasn’t so loud and she was a little more sober. She watched the smoke drift up to the ceiling and sighed. “Jesus, me too.”

Max laid down beside her and stole the cigarette. She took a long drag. “You think they miss us?”

“Of course,” El replied, for how could they not? “We’re fabulous. Their lives are dull without us.”

She fantasised, briefly, of Mike walking in just then. Grinning at her and leaning against the counter, looking a little exasperated at her smoking and a lot soaked from the weather. But the only background noise remained David Bowie. El then thought of her brothers (Will in the city, Jon in New York), and felt her heart burst.

“At least Steve and Jon are together,” Max said. “And they have Nancy to keep ’em straight.”

“Well,” El said, “I don’t know about straight, but…”

The both burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks flushing. El ashed the cigarette.

“Did you ever think that your life would be so crazy when you were younger?”

“I didn’t do much thinking when I was young,” El reminded her bitterly.

“Yeah, alright. But when we were, say, sixteen or seventeen? Did you think our siblings would be dating one another, and we’d be spread out across the country, fighting monsters every summer?”

El contemplated that. “Not really,” she confessed. “I thought we’d all be together. But life doesn’t work that way.”

Max glanced at her, smiling in a broken sort of way, and took her hand. “At least we have each other,” she said.

El smiled back. “Always.”

anonymous asked:

your photos are so lovely!! would you be able to suggest some of your favorite songs if that's not too intrusive? i'm sure your music taste is just as lovely

Thank you very much! You are so kind. Sorry! This is quite a long reply!

There is typically a healthy balance of oldies swing music for dancing and romantic era composers (Debussy is my love), but also a random ensemble of artists from this century on my playlists. I’ll just share the few from the little recently played tab.

Cliffs-Karen O
The Last One to Know-The Fleetwoods
Equation-The Little Prince Soundtrack
Pretty When the Wind Blows-God Help the Girl Soundtrack
Slow Graffiti-Belle & Sebastian
Halo-Lotte Kestner (I just recently discovered her music and it is all so lovey!!)
Opening-Philip Glass

Here are some groups that are always a good candidate for me: The Fleetwoods, Mamas and the Papas, She & Him, The Fleet Foxes, Chopin’s nocturnes, God Help the Girl, Phantom of the Opera (haha oh golly), Daughter, The Shins, The Theory of Everything, Belle & Sebastian.

The Moonlite All-Nite Diner 

Keypads are broke on the table jukeboxes, but they’re always playing something. Tonight’s pie special is imaginary key lime with real whipped cream. A cup of coffee here is always bottomless. Bottomless as the void beyond the windows or the emptiness in your heart. You want smoking or non-smoking?

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline
Mr. Sandman The Chordettes
Lovefool The Morning Benders
Smitten With You Nicole Dollanganger
I Only Have Eyes for You The Flamingos
Calilfornia Dreamin The Mamas & Papas
Spooky Lydia Lunch
Laurie (Strange Things Happen) Dickie Lee
Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries Nicole Dollanganger
Some Velvet Morning Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood
Nights in White Satin The Moody Blues
In Dreams Roy Orbison
Go All the Way The Raspberries

Tony Terran, Trumpet Player in Desi Arnaz's Orchestra on 'I Love Lucy,' Dies at 90

Trumpeter Tony Terran, the last surviving member of the Desi Arnaz orchestra seen and heard on the fabled CBS sitcom I Love Lucy, has died. He was 90.

Terran, a renowned studio session player who also worked on Carol Burnett’s long-running variety show, died March 20 in Los Angeles, his son, Dave Terran, announced.

Tony Terran also played with “The Wrecking Crew,” the legendary group of L.A. session musicians (Glen Campbell was a member) that in their 1960s heyday backed the likes of Frank Sinatra, Sonny & Cher, The Mamas & The Papas, The Beach Boys and The Monkees.

A native of Buffalo, N.Y., Terran auditioned for a job with Horace Heidt’s orchestra and immediately was hired. The next day, the 18-year-old was off on a national tour that would come to an end in Los Angeles in 1944.

“I had no money, so went to the musician’s union to look for a gig that paid so I could get back home to Buffalo. They hooked me up with Bob Hope,” he once recalled. Arnaz was the bandleader for Hope’s radio show, and they connected. When he wasn’t working for Hope, Terran played for the Cuban musician in ballrooms and theaters around the country.

On Arnaz and Lucille Ball’s I Love Lucy, which debuted in 1951, Terran was a member of The Ricky Ricardo Orchestra, the musicians that supported Arnaz’s character when he was the headline act at the Club Tropicana in New York.

Terran went on to collaborate with Ball on her subsequent TV shows and played on dozens of theme songs and film soundtracks.

The versatile Terran also performed or recorded with artists including Ella Fitzgerald, Dean Martin, Perry Como, Linda Ronstadt, Peggy Lee, Elvis Presley, Diana Ross, Ray Charles and Barbra Streisand and was a featured soloist for composers/arrangers like John Williams, Lalo Schifrin, Elmer Bernstein, Jerry Goldsmith, Henry Mancini and Nelson Riddle.

Terran released a solo album, The Song’s Been Sung, on Capitol Records in 1966.

In addition to his son Dave - who also plays the trumpet - survivors include his other children Mark, Eve and Jennifer and step-daughter Aprile.

This article originally appeared in THR.com.

anonymous asked:

Hi Mom, I think your tumblr wonderful everything in it, do not know if you can send your 10 objects that you like the most for me to use?Thank you!

Hey bby!
Of course! I will do a list here! :3

1 - 4Moms Rock-a-roo, you can get it here!
2 - 4Moms Mamaroo, you can get it here!
3 - 4Moms Origami Stroller, you can get it here!
4 - Quinny Buzz Speedi for twins, you can get it here!
5 - Gro ‘’Soak’’ Baby Bathtube, you can get it here!
6 - Babymoov Baby Bathtube, you can get it here!
7 - SimSima IZI Go Carseat, you can get it here!
8 - Bubble Bouncer, you can get it here!
9 - Mother’s Nature Banana Leaf Moses Basket, you can get it here!
10 - Baby Snug by Mamas&Papas, you can get it here!

Thanks for the ask!
Have a amazing day/night! <3

Listen

The Mamas & the Papas | California Dreamin’

Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (Got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher liked the cold (Preacher liked the cold)
He knows I’m gonna stay (Knows I’m gonna stay)
California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day