#Jeff Calhoun

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i love how you squeeze me, tease me, please me

love how you love me

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Horror Movie Review: Blight (2022)

Mysterious and frightening.

Mysterious and frightening, Blight comes from writer/director Jeff Van Gerwen and stars Ashley van Kirk, Joel Crumbley, Tripp Karrh, Kalee Griffin, Kristin Calhoun, Han-Sam Jung, and Erika Ramirez. In it, a group of friends gather to throw a party for their friend, who has returned after having spent a year in a psychiatric hospital. This is Logan, and she is not the same person she was the year…

[thecoveys]

KARA LINDSAY & JEREMY JORDAN starring as KATHERINE PLUMBER & JACK KELLY in NEWSIES (2017) dir. Jeff Calhoun & Brett Sullivan

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Submit a Canon Side Ship, along with where they come from and (if you want) propaganda through ask or submit a post. Make sure to include the names of both characters and a ship name if they have one.

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Yuchi (Yuki Sohma and Machi Kuragi): Fruits Basket

Garlan Belrott and Jurien Valiente: Cinderella Phenomenon

Dalinie (Dalia and Genie): Aladdin 2019

Longli (Shangque and Jieli): Love between Fairy and Devil

Buntoine (Bunnie and Antoine): Archie Sonic Comic

Girimeia/Meiaris (Meia and Giris): Inazuma Eleven!

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Aisha and Alec: Worm

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Harumichi (Haruka Tenoh and Michiru Kaioh): Sailor Moon

Royai (Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye): Fullmetal Alchemist

Nicky Hemmick and Erik Klose: All For The Game

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Burnetspot (Silverspot and Burnet): Wings of Fire

Six-claws and Kindle: Wings of Fire

Katydid and Malachite: Wings of Fire

Whiteout and Thoughtful: Wings of Fire

Bess Marvin and Addy Soctomah: Nancy Drew 2019

Shellfur and Fernstripe: Warrior Cats

Spinnerella and Netossa: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Brightheart and Cloudtail: Warrior Cats

AlanJeff (Alan and Jeff): Pit Babe

Ink and Pa: Bad Buddy

Vegas and Pete: Kinnporsche

Aylin and Luna: 23.5

Sound and Win: My School President

Manta and Reef: Wings of Fire

Caoxiang (Gu Xiang and Cao Weining): Faraway Wanderers/Word of Honor

Jack and Zhao Zi: HIStory 3: Trapped

Amy and Rory: Doctor Who

Alexis and Rosalina: Scarlet Hollow

What the Girlfriends (Georgie Barker and Melanie King): The Magnus Archives

Dr Delbert Doppler and Captain Amelia: Treasure Planet

The Drs Possible (James and Ann): Kim Possible

Felix and Calhoun: Wreck it Ralph

Plague Knight and Mona: Shovel Knight

Crystal and Gharial: Wings of Fire

Pepa and Félix: Encanto

Gruniper (Grover and Juniper): Percy Jackson

Oyeicher (Oyei and Cher): Wandee Goodday

Xuanli (Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan): The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Rupphire (Ruby and Sapphire): Steven Universe

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Baby Severide- Chapter 6: Going Home

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: A familiar face announces some good news and allows you to take your baby home

Words: 1002

Warnings: hospitals, mentions of surgery

Read on Ao3 here

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

Notes: Remember how I said the next chapter would be longer? Yup, It’s longer, but not by much. Also, how fitting is it that this is my 3000th tumblr post? As always, a reblog of any chapter earns a tag in chapter posted after that! Enjoy!

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“Okay… what does that mean?” Kelly asked, standing up to show his concern.

“I want to have a neonatologist come and look over Alexis just to be sure, but I’d like to discharge you both tonight.”

You were in disbelief, absolutely shocked they’d let you out early. 

“When can we have the neo- who did you say that was?” You asked.

“A neonatologist. Dr Clark is his name. I’ll have him come by when he has a moment,” she smiled.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

As Doctor Calhoun left the room, you and Kelly both had smiles plastered across your faces. 

“I guess we better start packing up,” you shrugged.

A knock on the door a few moments later interrupted your packing. A familiar face walked in.

“Clark?” Kelly asked in disbelief, “Jeff Clark?”

“Kelly, this your kid?” Jeff responded.

“Yup, this is her.”

“She’s beautiful, mind if I do my checkup?”

“Not at all.”

“Hi, I’m-“ you started.

“Oh right, sorry baby. This is my wife, a damn trooper carrying a Severide baby,” Kelly chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Doctor Jeff Clark, uh… formerly Firefighter Jeff Clark. I used to work with Kelly before going to medical school,” Dr Clark explained.

“Good to meet you, Doctor Clark.”

“Jeff, please. Kelly’s a good friend.”

“Alright, Jeff.”

Walking towards you and Kelly, he pulled his stethoscope out.

“I can do my exam while she’s still in your arms, if that’s good with you Kelly,” Clark motioned.

“Absolutely. How did you get into neonatal…?” He led off.

“Neonatology? Funny story actually,” he laughed, moving the stethoscope around Alexis’ back and chest, “through my residency, I had the opportunity to work in the NICU for a shift. Loved it so much, I took on a few more shifts and eventually I switched over. Now I get to take care of brand new babies for a living.”

“It’s an honourable thing you’re doing here, Clark.”

“Craved the rush I got working with the CFD, now I get to do that with less bunker gear.”

Kelly chuckled, “how’s she looking?”

“Nothing as of yet that would make me want to keep her here, other than the fact she’s adorable.”

“She gets it from her dad,” you interjected, giggling.

Doctor Clark completed a little more poking and prodding on Alexis before replacing his stethoscope to his neck. 

Jeff smiled, “I’m finished up here. You guys are good to take her home once we get all of the paperwork done.”

“Thank you, Clark,” Kelly stood up to hug him with one arm.

“Good luck Severide Family. Bring her back soon, will you? Always nice to see the ones that make it.”

Jeff left the room and happy tears streamed down your face.

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“Do we have everything?” You asked, situating yourself in the wheelchair an orderly had brought for you. 

“Diapers, wipes, fan, diaper cream, blankets, postpartum hospital freebies,” Kelly laughed, “I think so.”

“Car seat?” 

“Alexis is in it, baby. We’re all good,” he assured you.

“Ready?” The orderly asked.

You nodded and Kelly placed the car seat on your lap. The orderly started to bring you out towards the parking lot with Kelly carrying your bag behind you.

“This is your stop,” the orderly announced as you reached Med’s exit.

“Thank you,” you replied, grabbing Alexis’ car seat and standing up.

Kelly took the car seat, “I’ve got her.”

As you made your way to where Kelly parked your SUV, what felt like miles away you might add, a few tears rolled down your face.

“What’s wrong?” Kelly stopped, enveloping you in a hug with one arm.

“I’m just so happy,” you smiled through the tears, “I didn’t think I’d ever get to have this moment.”

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

Once you made it to your car, Kelly fastened Alexis’ car seat and helped you into the backseat beside Alexis. 

As he drove home, he made sure to drive as carefully as he possibly could, knowing you’d give him trouble if he didn’t. 

“Ready to carry her into her first home?” Kelly asked, unlocking the apartment door.

“Excited, but exhausted,” you smiled.

“It’s late, Alexis is already asleep. I can put her in the bassinet if you want.”

“We can do it together, that’s ok.”

You waddled in the apartment, carrying Alexis’ car seat.

“I didn’t think I would still have the waddle,” you laughed.

“You may not be pregnant anymore, but you’re healing from a major surgery, babe. Take it easy.”

He led you over to your bed, still carrying your hospital bag with him.

“Anything you want out of here for tonight?” He asked, “I’ll go put the breast milk in the fridge.”

“Just my phone charger please,” you replied, taking Alexis out of her car seat and bringing her over to the bassinet by your night stand.

“Do you want to get up with her tonight or should I let you sleep?”

“If you aren’t too tired,” you smiled softly. 

“I’d love to get up with her. You need sleep, I can tell.”

“I do need sleep,” you laughed, “you sure you don’t mind feeding and changing her tonight. I know that recliner couldn’t have allowed you to get too much sleep.”

“I ran into burning buildings on no sleep sometimes baby, I’m sure I can get up with Alexis so you can recover.”

Getting yourself tucked under the covers, you turned out the light on your night stand. After Kelly came back in from the kitchen, he crawled into bed beside you with heavy eyes. 

Placing his arm around your waist, he snaked his hand to lay over to you belly, something he did while you were pregnant when he wasn’t on shift. Even when he was on shift, you placed your own hand there, as a comforting reminder. 

“Goodnight Kelly,” you leaned over to kiss him, “I love you.”

“Goodnight baby, I love you too. Thank you for keeping our baby safe these past nine months.”

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WELCOME TO

BURGER HELL

RULES OR WHATEVER

• Don’t be a FUCKING FREAK (aka no proship requests or anything like that)

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• We’re a system and we’re writing about headmates sometimes so keep that in mind, they’re seein this stuff brother

WHAT WE WRITE ABOUT (look under read more for who specifically)

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• Everyone except Penny’s kid. Obviously.

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• Barney Calhoun

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• Jeff

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BOUNDARIES.

Again we’re 17. Don’t be a FREAKAZOID. We’re alright with writing most ships, they don’t really make us uncomfortable. But we’ll say something if they do. Also we will very rarely do canon x reader but if we do the readers gonna be masc, probably transmasc or non-binary. Sorry feminine ppl.

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It Couldn’t Hurt To Smile

Chapter 1 - Dreams Come True

I scrolled website after website looking for shows that had open auditions. Nothing. My black walls covered with playbills and posters of musicals and broadways that I've seen.

I've been in a few as well. Such as a high school production of Wicked. I somehow managed to land myself the role of Elphaba. It was amazing.

So I switched majors to be an actress. I knew that's what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Which my parents weren't to fond of, but I told them to deal with it. They can't keep me from doing something I love. I've always loved Broadway, even before I was in Wicked.

I continued to scroll when I came across Newsies. I smiled widely and eagerly clicked on it. It's going on tour? That's a first. Literally. I watched the screen as the small circle in the center span round and round until eventually the page popped up.

Stupid slow WiFi.

They were looking for a new female role to be the love interest of JoJo. I smiled wide. That's my favorite newsie. Even though he's only a background character, he's still so awesome. I read their requirements, meeting almost all of them.

I continued to read, noticing they want a recorded audition of yourself singing a few songs, and saying some of the lines. Apparently they're adding a small duet? That's awesome!

The Newsies name is flip, because apparently she's supposed to do a lot of flips or something. That sounds like something I can do.

I went into the parking garage, quickly singing some of the songs. All of my neighbors know I like to sing, and are all okay with me singing in the large parking garage, since I do audition sometimes. I also did some of the lines they provided.

I finished by recording myself doing some flips on the concrete floors, and doing some other tricks as well.

I emailed them to the Director Jeff Calhoun, and also sent in the other requirements that aren't video-ed, such as a picture of my ID, and other information.

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It hadn't even been two days before I received an email back, and even better it said:

Dear Kiara Travers,

We are so excited to welcome you to Newsies First National tours family! We can't wait to all meet you! Just a reminder, you will be surrounded by boys who don't know how to keep to themselves, so keep that in mind when you pick out your clothing attire.

We will be having a group meeting at the Nederlander theater at 12:00 p.m to get to know each other. Particularly the people with love interest's. The outfits are meant to be casual, for example sweat shirt and sweat pants, or anything nicer. However, We do ask it to be nothing fancy.

Again, we are so excited to meet you and can't wait to start our journey with you! More details will be shared at the meeting! If anything changes, please let us know.

Sincerely,

      Newsies Staff

I smiled widely as I read it. I quickly pulled off my smile, and acted as sad as I could, also allowing a tear to roll down me cheek to be more believable.

"Winnie!" I yelled to my best friend. I had told her about this, but we both didn't expect me to get in, especially not this early after I sent the email.

"What!" She shouts, running into my room, her long brunette braids bouncing on her back. "Kiara I'm so sorry." She says hurrying over to me. I guess those acting lessons paid off. I slowly smiled.

"Oh my god!" She shouts excitedly. We both start jumping up and down.

Dreams come true. They really do.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - you are here

Chapter 2 - https://www.tumblr.com/unoficially-racetracks-fanfics/740622641002659840/it-couldnt-hurt-to-smile

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 8.8

Beer Birthdays

Bob Smith; A.A. founder (1879)

Gretchen Schmidhausler

Jeff Barkley (1984)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Benny Carter; jazz musician (1907)

Urbie Green; jazz trombonist (1926)

Robert Johnson; blues guitarist (1911)

Ernest Lawrence; physicist (1901)

Roger Penrose; British physicist (1931)

Famous Birthdays

Charles Bullfinch; architect (1763)

Rory Calhoun; actor (1922)

Keith Carradine; actor (1949)

Dino De Laurentis; film producer (1919)

Paul Dirac; English physicist (1902)

David "The Edge" Evans; rock guitarist (1961)

Roger Federer; Swiss tennis player (1981)

Chris Foreman; English rock guitarist (1956)

Arthur Goldberg; U.S. Supreme Court justice (1908)

Matthew Henson; arctic explorer (1866)

Dustin Hoffman; actor (1937)

John Holmes; porn actor (1944)

Michael Johnson; pop guitarist, singer (1944)

Donny Most; actor (1953)

Deborah Norville; television host (1958)

Robin Quivers; radio personality (1952)

Jessie Rogers; porn star (1993)

Connie Stevens; singer, actor (1938)

Charlotte Stokely; porn actor (1986)

Sara Teasdale; poet (1884)

Joe Tex; singer (1933)

Mel Tillis; country singer (1932)

John Turteltaub; film director (1963)

Esther Williams; swimming (1921)

Serena Wilson; belly dancer (1933)

Jimmy Witherspoon; singer (1923)

Faye Wong; Chinese pop singer (1969)

Emiliano Zapata; Mexican revolutionary (1879)

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have an au things.

i.

The train stops at three miles from the Kentucky border, and you have to exchange the bullion-base for the greenback once you actually cross. But otherwise, it’s just like home in Missouri. A nice dry heat, paved roads. 

In Lexington’s heart, there’s a cemetery of similar size to what’s in Jeff City. It’s where your– ah, what was it? Your father’s cousin-in-law is buried, which means nothing to you, but your father’s griped before about that damn’d man, dying on Lucy like that with his brood of orphans enough times to give you a taste. She’s still living here, has been for the past few decades. Refused to move out west despite your offers. She’s got a sizable business on the plantation. Don’t know about the kids though. You need to visit her, but not today, and the cemetery’s open, so you don’t really have a reason to not go and visit a dead man’s grave instead.

It’s nothing spectacular. Fair, duellists don’t get great graves. Tufts of well-watered grass. Some flowers. You brought your own, and you’re pretty sure some of these flowers are from Henry Clay’s old friends, but you don’t know who’s sending the other ones, to a long-forgotten, unnoticeable man dead for so many years. Lawyer, statesman, loving husband, and father, is what it says on the stone. You’re pretty sure Clay died young enough so that his kids don’t remember him. A sociable and upstanding citizen of his state. 

More words could be added onto that: sociable and upstanding; wild and unpredictable, radical and clever and idiotic, reckless and always-was-going-to-end-like-this. You don’t feel pity standing before him, granted, but you feel sorry.

No doubt he could have done much more if Marshall didn’t shoot him dead that day, is what your father said back when the Western Secession was still occurring, But with that temper and ambition-he always was planning on going into national politics-and with the damn’d shitshow…he’d have caused the nation to burst into flames if he’d the chance. Not a calm bone in his body. We already have that Calhoun fellow wrecking havoc, no need for more firebrands.

Well that body’s in the ground now, so you’ll never know. At best, you figure that the man could’ve gotten a good run in the House, but 1820 and its aftermath ripped the West apart and there’s no way he’d’ve been spared from that slaughterhouse. 

You know him? a man asks, stepping up to the plate next to you. That’s Mr. Clay, no one really remembers him, but he helped me on a court case back in the day, got me off when no one else could.

Tangentially, you respond, stepping aside just in case he’s here to be one of the folks who are responsible for the petals growing by his grave. You explain yourself, make small talk. He tells you his name. Smiles.

I rarely come down here, he says. You echo in agreement, looking at dark black eyes. They’re youthful despite a long grayed-out face. The man sighs, I had hopes for him. Great at speaking. I hope you don’t take me for a blasphemer when I say that in my memories, he could even beat that man Dan Webster-

I’m not a northerner, so don’t worry, you can say that.

Ay. There are crinkles around his eyes. So what brings a Miss like you out here?

On my way to Washington City, my father requested my husband and I’s help with land negotiations with President Calhoun.

Your father’s one of the ambassadors with the President? I didn’t think your folks would need help; the President’s deep in the swamp enough, he’ll have to bend over eventually.

Well, you could say that, but we’re not sure. You say, before pausing. My name’s Jessie.

Oh! Mr. Benton’s daughter! I’ve heard he’s done great things. 

He’s told me the President is being uncooperative, which is why I’m here to try and help. You don’t really have hope in that. President Calhoun’s country is going to shatter if he doesn’t nail the negotiations to refold the West back into the Union. That would mean an easy talk, except the President is stubborn and seems determined to splinter his country further. 

Secession is what you know some of the northerners have been muttering about. Slave Power encroachment. It’s all a bit blown in your opinion, even if you know on some level that the rate at which President Calhoun’s been letting the South gobble up the contested territories is going to have to trap in the North at some point.

You almost forget that you brought your own flower for the dead until the other man sets his down besides the small steps. You throw your own over the plate.

You really need to go back to your entourage now. The man tells you about his plans to travel down the continent before he dies, so you provide an address for the Presidential Mansion in Missouri for if he gets there before he collapses from natural causes.

Really, really a shame. Dueling. A mad way to go, for such a promising man.

I’m sure you know, Mr. Burr, you nod.

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ii.

There’s a list of people that you don’t expect to meet on a honeymoon, and on that list is John C. Calhoun. He’s not nearly as firelike as you’d expect. Professional, intellectual, austere, and if he didn’t tell you his name, you’d never have guessed he’d be the Vice President chased to exile moons ago. Your husband’s never anything more than obligatory polite when he interacts with the silver-haired man, preferring to shut himself away in his room and write letters (of which, you, his wife, of course, are not privy to), avoiding both you and others.

��Which Mr. Calhoun isn’t anywhere near frustrated about as you are.

This does allow you to spend time together though, the week you’re in Rome. The city is breathtaking. Ages and ages of history and literature and art piled and consolidated into a still-living museum. You could gush about it without end. Mr. Calhoun enjoys reminiscing about South Carolina, which you’ll excuse as an old man’s nostalgia. 

He’s not fun to talk to, granted. The political theories and opinions are enough to drive anyone away, his refusal of fun is pointedly puritanical, and it’s no wonder why even here, divorced of all the filth associated with him in America, he remains consistently solitary. 

But he does provide an attentive listener to even your scrappiest of poetry. It’s a breath of fresh air.

It’s really not the best, you say, too flowery. I hesitate to send it to my closest friends.

But an objective perspective is necessary, and the two of you are friends in the barest of terms. He goes through the scraps of writing you provide diligently, examining them like a work of Voltaire’s or Jefferson. Better too much than for it to read like a transcript, he responds when he’s finished, a copy of your work riddled with comments. Most of them are pretentious. He’s not familiar with non-educational literature is your guess. 

Nevertheless, from one writer (or wannabe poet) to another, he speaks from experience.

You must practice then, you offer. You don’t edit too harsh and a man who got kicked out of his own country for his words can't possibly be incompetent at forming stanzas.

My strength is not enough for that. He’s not too old for it to be from age. Prison, he wryly tells you, did a number on his health. For all the indulgent talking about his childhood days, the time he was Secretary of War and even Vice President, Mr. Calhoun doesn’t talk about the Crisis. You at least, can remember that fiasco well enough that you don’t need to demand it. President Jackson had incarcerated a US Senator. The case never went to trial. He escaped and now, was in Europe. What was it about? Was President Jackson truly going to kill you? How'd you escape? Aren't you granted amnesty now? But you don’t ask questions.

Mr. Calhoun does say something once, knits his eyebrows together when he speaks, tone softer than you’re comfortable hearing. You know, it wasn’t that I broke out, he comments. There’s a smile on his face that you weren’t sure was possible in your time meeting him.

Who let you out?

Calhoun rolls his eyes. Answering that would destroy him. 

I can’t destroy anyone, you remind him.

Years later, on a whim, you send him a manuscript for a book you’ll never finish, a draft that you’d rather burn. You hope he gets the right message from it. He sends it back with nothing touched, but slightly shaky handwriting scrawls on a blank page. 

Sometimes rebellion is necessary, he advises.  

You push the complete Laurence file to a corner in your cabinet. 

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iii.

Mr. Clay hires his newest clerk from some obscure township in New Hampshire, which is surprising, but considering most of his advisors are Virginians, it might just be necessary to have someone from up north.

You don't like him very much. Pompous, arrogant, the sheer audacity of a man with a sense of importance higher than a mere clerk should be allowed to have. Quite frankly, you're sure he's here for the money. Randolph, please play nice, Henry Clay bemoans, which is some words coming from a man you're allied with only by a single fucking thread.

However, your last few attempts at inciting either a duel or beatdown have fallen through. Daniel Webster's brooding in the wine room of his, filled with liquor you wouldn't touch if your life depended on it. You go in with a pistol and no pup.

Van Buren could use your help more than us.

He doesn’t pay for my insurance.

There's a remarkable ease and swiftness to how he pulls out a bottle of wine for the two of you. You knock your cup carefully so that the liquor sloshes high against the glass- it gives an alarmed snarl from Webster's throat.

I don't like your arrogance, you bring out the snuff from your pocket, chewing, not smoking. You're supposed to be the recordkeeper, not the office-runner.

Strong words coming from the trophy pick.

Fighting words are fighting words, but Webster's a coward.

You're lucky we're letting you serve in this campaign with those expenses.

We're already keeping you with those image costs. Clay can't afford to lose a Northern appeal. He can definitely stand to wipe off a mad aristocrat.

You mean that? your hackles rise, fingers locking around the cold silver of your can. You probably could afford to pummel the man right here and now if it weren't for the property damage you'd accrue. And it'd give a bad look to Clay's office.

I am a liar. Webster responds coolly when you consider escalation. It has the effect of having you back off a bit. Are you really trying to pretend you could beat me in a fight?

He's got a point. A lumberjack build makes him look like a man that should be plowing away in the fields rather than behind a desk.

Down here we're equal through our guns.

....'Equal', right.

You're going to make a conscious effort to ignore that.

You'd be lingering in obscurity back at that courthouse if we hadn't helped you out.

You think I'm famous now for being Mr. Clay's follower? Webster replies, sly.

We got you a chance out of that damn shithole. Webster makes a comment about Washington City's remarkable shitholeyness back at you. You get another dig in at his arrogance for treating Clay's employment like a drag rather than the gift it is. It makes him finish his glass in one go in annoyance.

You know what I don't get? Why, by God, you bother staying here.

You think I'm not good enough?

Mr. Randolph's a contrarian at heart. You wouldn't stand working here if you had any other choice.

You grin. Well I don't, you say, which is true, for what it's worth. Webster, of course, only looks at you all the more condescendingly, disgustedly, when you say that. No one wants-

-a lunatic, which isn't what you were going to say. But Webster's made his assumption, so he carries on that route thoroughly. And then turns it back on himself.

I could have been someone, you know. It was a choice to not become a statesman.

It's your turn to scoff, now. Really. Looked at the salary and turned tail, I bet.

You could have been nicer in that instant. But Daniel Webster will not be the first nor the last person to toss away a chance at fame for self-interest. You'd know.

A scowl, and a baritone voice breaks you out of your thoughts when it orders you to leave.

Are you going to drink that? forcibly still.

Petulantly, you knock your hand over the wineglass, spilling it to a shout of outrage from the other man. No, you say, as Webster gets up to curse at you. Knock yourself out.

[zancaveri]

This makes me so happy you have NO idea!!!

These are sketches from the newsies on broadway costume designer!! Its def not as obvious with andrew and kara's costumes but ben and tommy's are practically spot on

Link to the rest of the drawings in case you wanna see them:

[ulkaralakbarova]

A teen winds up in over his head while dealing drugs with a rebellious partner in Cape Cod, Mass. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Daniel Middleton: Timothée Chalamet McKayla Strawberry: Maika Monroe Hunter Strawberry: Alex Roe Amy Calhoun: Maia Mitchell Sergeant Calhoun: Thomas Jane Dex: Emory Cohen Shep: William Fichtner Ponytail: Jack Kesy Taylor: Thomas Blake Jr. Vice Principle Finney: Kimberly Battista Football Player: Christian James Wife at Beach House: Catherine Dyer Beach House Girl: Caroline Arapoglou Aunt Barb: Rebecca Koon Daniel’s Mom: Jeanine Serralles Summerbird Dad: Fred Galle Summerbird Brother: Flynn McHugh McKayla’s Father: Brian Kurlander Boss Man’s Lady: Kate Forbes Amy’s Friend #3: Rebecca Ray Amy’s Friend #2: Rebecca Weil Amy’s Friend #1: Hannah Kraar Blair: Alexander Biglane Okie: Reece Ennis Kendall: Holly Wingler Rollerskating Waitress: Kristina Arjona Teenage Girl #1: Sara Antonio Summerbird Sister: Lia McHugh Police Officer: Chris Hlozek Teenage Boy #1: Myles Moore Summerbird Wife: Sandra Elise Williams Preppy Summerbird: James Robinson Jr. Summerbird Girl: Anniston Howell Drunk College Guy: Josh Weikel Chester: Ezra Bynum Dishwashing Boy #1: Zack Shires Weather Reporter: Rick Chambers Stoner Guy: Cody Pressley Beach House Guy: Michael Steedley Annoying College Guy: Tyler Carden Young Boy: Rawann Gracie Dishwashing Boy #2: Logan McHugh Daniel’s Father: John Herkenrath BBQ Neighbor: Chris J. Beatrice Narrator: Shane Epstein Petrullo Trashy Girl: Lisa Marie Kart Ice Cream Parlor Girl: Raegan-Alexis Santucci Partier: David London Stoner Girl: Julaine Tackett Drive-In Attendant: Tyler Bilyeu Lobster Shack Patron: Augie Buttinelli Blair Buddy: Adrian Papa Sketchy Guy: Jonathan Robert Martin Daisy: Jessie Andrews Film Crew: Writer: Elijah Bynum Cinematography: Javier Julia Production Design: Kay Lee Hair Department Head: Carol Cutshall Original Music Composer: Will Bates Producer: Bradley Thomas Producer: Ryan Friedkin Producer: Dan Friedkin Casting: Courtney Bright Casting: Nicole Daniels Executive Producer: Jasmine Daghighian Unit Production Manager: Nathan Kelly Executive Producer: Casey Wilder Mott Art Direction: Evan Maddalena Set Decoration: Kim Leoleis Makeup Department Head: Sheila Trujillo-Gomez Production Supervisor: Erin Charles Executive Producer: Peter Farrelly Executive Producer: Allyn Stewart Executive Producer: Kipp Nelson Editor: Jeff Castelluccio Editor: Dan Zimmerman Co-Producer: Tom Costantino Music Supervisor: Liz Gallacher Visual Effects Supervisor: Chris Wells First Assistant Director: Rip Murray Second Assistant Director: Stephen W. Moore Stunt Coordinator: Jennifer Badger Stunt Coordinator: Johnny Cooper Stunt Coordinator: David Brian Martin Stunt Double: Niko Dalman Stunt Double: Jeremy Conner Stunt Double: Noah Bain Garret Stunt Double: T. Ryan Mooney Leadman: Nelson Hagood Construction Coordinator: Jay Womer “A” Camera Operator: Matías Mesa First Assistant “A” Camera: Jackson McDonald Second Assistant “A” Camera: Aaron Willis “B” Camera Operator: Danny Eckler First Assistant “B” Camera: Ryan Weisen First Assistant “B” Camera: Dan Turek Still Photographer: Curtis Bonds Baker Still Photographer: Guy D’Alema Boom Operator: Thomas Doolittle Costume Supervisor: Caryn Frankenfield Makeup Artist: Micah Laine Makeup Artist: Donna Martin Makeup Artist: Ashley Pleger Makeup Artist: Tracy Ewell Hairstylist: Jennifer Santiago Gaffer: Mike Pearce Production Coordinator: Shanti Delsarte Post Production Supervisor: Todd Gilbert Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Craig Mann Supervising Sound Editor: Bruce Barris Sound Effects Editor: Bruce Tanis Sound Effects Editor: Bill R. Dean Dialogue Editor: Chase Keehn Foley Mixer: Randy Wilson Foley Mixer: Ron Mellegers Foley Artist: John Sievert Foley Artist: Stefan Fraticelli Foley Artist: Jason Charbonneau Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Laura Wiest Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Adam Sawelson Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Kurt Kassulke Movie Reviews: Jacob: (79/100) There should be more films made that take place in ...

[kururu666]

i always thought the original jeff the killer image was like. a photo of barney or something. the dinosaur. not calhoun

[windburnedeyes]

Board Members Announced for the Motorcycle Industry Council

Board Members Announced for the Motorcycle Industry Council

The Motorcycle Industry Council tallied its votes and the board members have been selected. The council will welcome back Jeff Brown of EagleRider and Tim Calhoun of Tim Calhoun Powersports Consulting. It will also welcome into the fold Marc McAllister of Tucker Powersports. (more…)

[dear-ao3]

stonewall jackson getting shot by his own men is one of the top ten funniest moments in the civil war (other than jeff davis drag arc, or the time union soldiers voted to end succession in columbia (while drunk) then used john c calhoun's statue as target practice, or the time union soldiers drank whiskey out of their muskets and it took a Long while for them to get caught)

anyway. YOU FUCKINV GET IT. the 11th corps were decimated by jackson, not because of some grand military tactic done by jackson, but because both hooker and howard refused to listen to immigrant soldiers and refused to help them in any way. for godsake, they were a mile away from any other union troops because of hookers incompetance, and completely not prepared, bc none of the colonals or generals were allowed to set up formations. there was ONE SINGLE LINE of soliders facing the correct way on their right flank, because that was all general schruz was allowed to set up.

i dont think you lot are prepared for the day i snap and explain in detail about how much the men of the 11th corps (union) were slandered during the battle of chancellorsville and describe in way too much detail just how under appreciated they were/are

it will not happen tonight. but gods willing, one day, i will snap.

[unoficially-racetracks-fanfics]

It Couldn’t Hurt To Smile

Chapter 2 - Greetings From Newsies!

My alarm woke me up at 8:00 a.m, so I had enough time to prepare myself. I stood up and stretched a bit before quickly using the bathroom that was connected to my room and shuffling my Broadway playlist before taking a shower and washing my short hair.

I've never liked having long hair, I've always kept it short short. Or as some people might call it-god I hate the term- "a boys haircut". It's just more comfortable. It's also adorable on me. Long hair is too much work and gets in the way a lot. I taught myself how to cut my own hair to save money, of course I get it professionally done at least once every few months.

As I step out of the shower, I quickly tie a towel around myself, and dry my hair using a blow dryer and a brush to nicely push it back. It's not "too short", but it's not shoulder length either. More closer to earlobe length than chin.

I look at my phone and It's about 10:00, so I put on black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt and head out, texting Winnie that I'll be at the local cafe -that's not a Starbucks- until I have to head to the theater. I also decide not to bring my dance bag since they just said to wear something formal.

I pause my music and switch my phone case to be a wallet phone case and put my cards, ID, and some cash inside as I quietly leave my apartment and head to the cafe. I take the back ways to avoid people.

God I hate people.

I order a black coffee before finding myself a seat at a small table. I scroll on instagram for a bit after grabbing my coffee, and decide to go for a short walk in the park before heading to the theater.

The park was beautiful as always. It's kind of my escape place. I'll take runs or even just walks around this park for hours. I took in the beautiful view of trees that were waving in the wind and the partly cloudy clear by evening sky before starting my walk to theater, which is about a thirty minutes away.

I start humming some of Newsies on my way to the theater. Specifically Once And For All.

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As I finally arrive at the theater, I quietly open the door to find a small crowd of people inside. I sigh, before awkwardly walking to a corner to avoid people.

I watched as the last people entered, being a blonde boy, brunette, and a red head-his hair being a little brighter than mine-although mine is still natural.

I pull out my phone to text Winnie I made it, and quickly close it, holding it in my hand. As I focus on closing my phone, I look up to the brunette boy to be standing in-front of me, his friends snickering in the back. I roll my eyes.

"Hi!" He exclaims smiling widely.

"Mmm..." I hum trying to decide if I want to say something or not. "Hi."

"I'm Josh, I play JoJo!" He says just as happy. So this is the guy I have to pretend to be in love with. Great.

"Uhm...okay?" I say.

"And you are..." he says, giving me Olaf vibes. I might be a pain in the ass but I use to love Frozen.

"Kiara." I say. He smiles.

"You play flip!" He explains. I nod slowly.

"Is that news?" I ask.

"It is to me!" He say laughing a little. I roll my eyes and keep on my usual straight face.

"Attention everyone!" A man who I presume to be the director calls. "I'm the director, Jeff Calhoun." He says. "If you'd follow me to the stage, that's where we'll be giving off more information and do cast introductions." He says walking off. We all follow him into a large room filled with chairs and at the front, obviously a stage.

I took a seat as far back as I could on the aisle. Sadly, the one person I didn't want to sat next to me.

"Hey Kiara!" He says siting next to me. I nod in response as Jeff starts.

"Alright!" He says, not earning the attention from anyone. I raise my hand. He nods in defeat and I quickly run down to the stage.

"Can I say 'everybody shut up'?" I ask excitedly trying not to jump up and down. He gestures for me to go on.

"Everybody shut up!" I scream as loudly as I can. Everybody's attention turns to me. I nod at Jeff before hurrying back to my seat smiling a little before letting it fade as I sit down.

"Thank you Kiara!" He yells to me as I sit. "Alright everyone! Welcome to Newsies First National Tour!" He exclaims as everyone cheers a bit. After minute, everyone stops. "I would like to give you all a few heads up before we begin with introductions. First, our first performance will be in this same very theater. We will then fly the next morning to Colorado. A small reminder for the ladies, you are on a tour with a bunch of Immature men who look and act like boys. So pack appropriately." He says making some of the girls laugh.

"Now, since our additional information is out we can begin introductions. When I call your name, please come to the front and say your name, age, character, and a fun fact about yourself." He finishes.

After a few people, I end up having to stand for three boys, Ben, Sky, and the boy who talked to me earlier, Josh.

"Hi my names Ben, I am 17, I play Race, and a fun fact about me is that i have a twin sister." He says.

Then there was Sky. "Hey, my names Sky, I'm 19, I play Albert and a fun fact about me is that I have two brothers." He says.

Lastly there was Josh. "Hello! My names Josh, I'm 18, I play JoJo and a fun fact about me is I love bacon!" He says smiling widely. I stand up as they take their seats again.

"Lastly, Kiara." Jeff says. I sigh and stand up, walking up onto the stage.

"Uh... hi." I say awkwardly. "I'm Kiara, I'm 18 as well, I play Flip, a fun fact about me is... uh... I guess it's that I don't like sweets or care for flowers." I say before walking off the stage.

"Who's flip!?" I hear someone shout. I roll my eyes.

"Flip is an added love interest for JoJo." Jeff says.

I turn to face Josh, whose face is redder than Sky and I's hair. I smirk a little, before turning back to face Jeff, who gives a quick goodbye before letting us go out into the rest of the theater to explore.

I decide to explore the dressing rooms. Since there's a lot of them. I look at the labels, which have newsies names on them.

I walk around and finally find the girls dressing rooms, and look for the one labeled "Flip". I quietly open the door to take a look inside. My eyes widen.

It was a medium sized room, far too big for one person. There was a fair sized vanity with makeup sitting on top, which looked to be my shade.

I quickly sat down in the black shinny chair that was tucked into the vanity and started to organize the makeup by what it is, then separate it based off of if it's a pallet or a bottle. I carefully put in the drawers organized.

I hurried out of the dressing room. Before I could even close the door, I ran into someone.

"I'm so sorry." I quickly apologized.

"No, that was my fault. I should have been looking where I was going." He says. Why is that voice so familiar? I look around to take in my surroundings, and finally look at who I ran into.

"Oh, hey Kiara!" Josh says. I sigh.

"Hi Josh." I say, lying down on the ground from my sitting position. I saw him out of the corner of my eye stand up.

"Want a hand?" He says, reaching out his hand. I nod and sit up and take his hand, holding it for a second before pulling myself up with his help. I almost thought I saw a small blush dust his cheeks.

While I was trying to decide if I did see him blush, I realized he disappeared, leaving me standing in the middle of the hallway.

I shrug and head down to the lobby. As I walked inside, I noticed a sign.

Find your name and feel free to take the stuff! Don't forget to talk to Jeff or a staff member to get your newsies shirt!

I walked around the small array of tables and found my name. I took a look at the stuff on the table.

A suitcase with the newsies logo, a normal looking backpack, a newsies water bottle, and a note which I assumed to be from the staff. I shoved the note in my pocket, before going to find a staff member to get a shirt.

After I got my newsies shirt, I head back to the lobby to grab my stuff. I say quick goodbyes and head back to my apartment. Although the goodbye I said to Josh was kind of awkward. Well, he made it awkward. He didn't seem like his usual self. I just shrugged it off though.

Once I arrive back to my apartment I hurry back to my room, going unnoticed by Winnie. I flopped myself onto my bed after putting my newsies stuff in an empty corner. I sigh before pulling out the note.

I think you're really pretty.

              -Anonymous

Ps. I had to google how to spell anonymous.

That's not hella creepy.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 : https://www.tumblr.com/unoficially-racetracks-fanfics/740622382943928320/it-couldnt-hurt-to-smile

Chapter 2 - you are here! 🥖

Chapter 3 - https://www.tumblr.com/unoficially-racetracks-fanfics/740640623724544000/it-couldnt-hurt-to-smile