#Reese Price

[travsd]

The Site of a Philadelphia Tavern

A sad errand brought us down to Philadelphia over the weekend, and I took the opportunity to visit a site from my family history, not far from Independence Hall.  My (8th) great grandfather Reese Price (1679-1760) was landlord at the Blue Anchor Tavern at the intersection of Dock Creek (now Dock Street) and Front Street, at the Riverfront in Philadelphia.  I’m not sure which corner the tavern…

[alltrekvarnews]

Alec Baldwin fracasa en su intento de poner fin a la demanda de los miembros del equipo de 'Rust' por el tiroteo fatal en el set.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Della Reese circa 1970

[bearsbeetstextposts]

terrible little thing I doodled while listening to Man Up because I cannot get that song out of my head today!!

[tani-b-art]

We Speak Your Names by Pearl Cleage

Because we are free women,

born of free women,

who are born of free women,

back as far as time begins,

we celebrate your freedom.

Because we are wise women,

born of wise women,

who are born of wise women,

we celebrate your wisdom.

Because we are strong women,

born of strong women,

who are born of strong women,

we celebrate your strength.

Because we are magical women,

born of magical women,

who are born of magical women,

we celebrate your magic.

My sisters, we are gathered here to speak your names.

We are here because we are your daughters as surely as if you had conceived us, nurtured us, carried us in your wombs, and then sent us out into the world to make our mark and see what we see, and be what we be, but better, truer, deeper because of the shining example of your own incandescent lives.

We are here to speak your names because we have enough sense to know that we did not spring full blown from the forehead of Zeus, or arrive on the scene like Topsy, our sister once removed, who somehow just growed.

We know that we are walking in footprints made deep by the confident strides of women who parted the air before them like the forces of nature that you are.

We are here to speak your names because you taught us that the search is always for the truth and that when people show us who they are, we should believe them.

We are here because you taught us that sisterspeak can continue to be our native tongue, no matter how many languages we learn as we move about as citizens of the world and of the ever-evolving universe.

We are here to speak your names because of the way you made for us.

Because of the prayers you prayed for us.

We are the ones you conjured up, hoping we would have strength enough, and discipline enough, and talent enough, and nerve enough to step into the light when it turned in our direction, and just smile awhile.

We are the ones you hoped would make you proud because all of our hard work makes all of yours part of something better, truer, deeper.

Something that lights the way ahead like a lamp unto our feet, as steady as the unforgettable beat of our collective heart.

We speak your names.

We speak your names.

(Oprah Winfrey's Legends Ball)

[flatstarcarcosa]

actually now that i think about it so many of the one liners in the first predator movie that rewired my brain are also on the cusp of some of the most blatantly sexist/homophobic shit you've ever heard.

i often forget 'A GODDAMN SEXUAL TYRANNOSAURUS, LIKE ME' is on the heels of that same character calling everyone else a bunch of faggots lmao

[rankohoshino]

May 17, 2023 (AM Turnip Price; UTC-4:00)

[frankbelloriley]

I’m reading a book that I kinda hate, and if I say what the book is, I know I’m gonna get criticism that is similar to if you said Ted Lasso was mid during season one.

[freshthoughts2020]

[galactic-mermaid]

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[v6quewrlds]

Dad Joe who accidently hurts their daughter while doing her hair, and he feels bad and comforts her and gives her treats, etc. The reader comes home to the both of them, passed out on the couch, watching a movie with treat wrappers around them. Joe wakes up and explains and comforts him, telling him it was a common accident. Just thought it would be fluffy and sweet.

♡♡♡

joe looked down at his illuminated phone screen. 10 am. he had been at this for an hour and a half already. this was his first time attempting to take care of amara's dark coils alone, and your written instructions were more complex than any playbook he had ever studied.

he had somewhat successfully gotten through the wash routine but the detangling process was a whole different story. he knew he had to be gentle, but it was so easy to get lost in his concentration and accidentally yank too hard.

amara scrunched up her nose and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable tug. joe took a deep breath and gently pulled the comb through her hair, creating a part down the middle. "perfect," he whispered to her reflection, his voice full of pride.

he picked up the tiny hair ties, each one a vibrant shade of pink, and began to separate her hair into two sections. the first pigtail went up without a hitch. but as he moved to the second section, his fingers slipped, and the comb snagged on a particularly stubborn coil.

"ow!" amara whined, her eyes flying open. tears spilled down her cheeks, and joe's heart clenched. he had been so close. he gently brushed the tears away with his thumb, his eyes filled with apology. he set the comb down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

her little body trembled with sobs as he held her, and joe felt his own eyes sting with the pain of knowing his baby was hurt. "i'm sorry, amara," he said again, his voice soft with whispered emotion. "i'm so sorry. did that hurt really bad?"

amara nodded, her chin wobbling as she buried her face into his shoulder. "how about some candy?" joe offered, trying to lighten the mood as he carried her to the kitchen. "it's our little secret, okay?" he opened the pantry and pulled out a bag of her favorite mini reese's cups, the sweet smell wafting through the room.

amara's sobs slowed as she looked up at him with curiosity, her eyes red and puffy. "candy?" she sniffled.

he placed her in the high chair and gave her one of the mini-cups, watching her face light up as she took a bite. he sat opposite her, his eyes watching her expression carefully as they shared the sweet treat. the chocolate stuck to her fingers and her cheeks, but joe didn't mind. it was a small price to pay for the small giggle that escaped her mouth.

with renewed patience, joe began to braid the second pigtail, taking his time with each strand. his large fingers worked deftly, despite their size, as he carefully shaped amara's hair into the style nyla had taught him. the kitchen grew quiet except for the sound of their munching and occasional giggles as joe tickled her neck with the end of the braid.

"all done, pumpkin, wanna take a look?" joe held out his phone, the camera app open and ready to capture the moment. she nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with excitement.

he snapped a picture of her with her new hairstyle, amara's smile was a mix of joy and relief, her eyes shining with excitement to show her mommy. "look how pretty you are," joe said, his voice full of pride as he held up the phone for her to see. she beamed back at him, a chocolate smear on her cheek adding to the charm of the moment.

they cuddled on the couch, joe's strong arms wrapped around her as they watched her favorite cartoons. the comforting embrace helped soothe any remaining sting from the hair-pulling incident. her head lolled onto his shoulder, and he felt her breathing even out as the sugar rush from the candy began to wear off.

joe's eyes began to droop, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep. amara's soft snores grew louder, synchronizing with his own deepening breaths. he knew he should clean her up before you returned, but the warmth of her tiny body pressed against his own was too comforting to resist. soon, they were both fast asleep, their snores echoing in the quiet room.

the door creaked open, and you stepped in, your sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor. the sight before you made you smile, despite the mess of hair products scattered across the table. joe and amara slept peacefully, with chocolate smudges on amara's face and the brown wrappers of the mini reese's cups scattered like confetti around them.

you couldn't help but chuckle at joe's expression - a mix of exhaustion and contentment. it wasn't often you saw your husband so at ease. here he was, snoring lightly, his chest rising and falling with the same rhythm as your daughter's.

setting your groceries down, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of the two of them, capturing the tender moment and sending it off to the grandparents' groupchat. the image of joe's gentle embrace, amara's head nestled into the crook of his neck, was one you knew would be framed and cherished. despite his grumbling about your complicated hair care instructions, he had clearly risen to the occasion.

[starshideurfics]

Chocolate Eggs

steddie, omegaverse, mpreg, sweet and spicy 🔞

“Hey, baby!” Eddie calls softly as he enters his and Steve’s apartment. “How are you feeling?”

“Did you bring my cheese fries?” Steve yells from the living room.

“Of course I did.” Eddie lifts one of the plastic bags in his hand with a grin. Eddie places the bag in the coffee table in front of Steve. “Seriously, Steve, how are you feeling?” he asks again as he goes to the kitchen to get Steve a coke and his prenatal vitamins.

Steve has already pulled out the cardboard clamshell box with his fries as he answers,

“I’m feeling great. It’s been two weeks, I think I’m officially out of the morning sickness stage.” He swallows his vitamins dry, smiling up at Eddie as he pops the tab on his soda.

Eddie tucks a leg under himself as he sits next to his mate on the couch. 

“I’m glad, you know I can’t stand it when you’re stuck feeling like shit every day.” He leans in and kisses Steve’s lips, licking away a bit of stray cheese sauce.

“I know. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get our nugget here,” Steve says, guiding Eddie’s hand to rest on his bump. He kisses Eddie again, then leans back and digs into his cheese fries. 

Eddie keeps his hand in place, knows he won’t be able to feel the baby move for weeks still. Steve is just into the second trimester, he should move his hand, eat his own dinner.

But he doesn’t.

Eddie can’t bear the thought of not touching Steve if there’s any chance he can. Needs to be close to his mate and pup. Needs to know they’re safe.

Steve gives him a knowing look and swings his feet into Eddie’s lap. “You gotta touch, put those hands to work.”

“Yes, dear.”

He’s thorough as he gives Steve what has already become a nightly foot massage. “Your food’s gotta be cold by now,” Steve says by way of thanks, and Eddie shrugs as he pulls out his lukewarm burger and tucks in.

When he finishes, he glances at Steve. “Want anything else?”

“Could you get me a couple Reese’s eggs from the freezer?”

They’ve been Steve’s primary craving for weeks, everything else usually a one time need, but these… Eddie picked up as many bags as he could justify at full price. He’s got more waiting in the trunk now.

Clearance chocolate is gonna save his wallet and Steve’s sanity.

“I actually got you something special,” Eddie says, lifting the other bag from the floor and handing it to Steve.

“Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes bug out as he pulls out the gigantic Reese’s egg.

“For when you’ve got a really bad craving.” Eddie’s about to offer to go put it away and fetch Steve some smaller candy when Steve pounces, straddling his lap and practically biting as he kisses his mouth.

“Glad you like-” Eddie starts when Steve finally lets him up for air.

“Take off your pants.”

“What?”

“Get your dick out, because I need it,” Steve whines, and Eddie can smell the slick on him. The desire. His citrus scent has gone so sweet he smells like a handful of orange jelly beans.

Of course Eddie rushes to comply with his omega’s wishes.

They fuck on the couch, Steve coming as Eddie sucks on his mating mark, the gland beneath swollen and red, so sensitive, but safer than Steve’s nipple right now during sex.

Steve practically collapses against Eddie’s chest once they’re tied by the alpha’s knot.

“So good,” he purrs. “So good to me.”

Eddie’s hips jerk, his dick twitching through an aftershock. “Always, baby. I love you so much.”

“Love you, too.”

Steve rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder, stares at the coffee table where he set the giant egg.

He sighs.

“You wish I had gotten your freezer candy before you jumped me, don’t you,” Eddie murmurs as he rubs Steve’s back.

“Yeah.”

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ one syllable name masterlist ( below the cut is #181 one syllable first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

air

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cash

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tate

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wade

walt

wes

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whit

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wolf

wren

wynn

yahn

zack

zane

zeke

zen

[bloodlineslut]

New fic coming soon...

Plot: Roman Reigns seems to be everything Laila never knew she needed. He's handsome, charming, confident, and very protective. As a criminal defense attorney, Roman is used to bending the laws to his will, to his control. When he meets Laila, a 21 year old student who just transferred from her hometown college, he sees a young woman who needs his protection. He sees someone who only needs him.

Laila believes she's found the perfect man. But perfection always comes at a price.

GUYS, why was i sitting at the library and this idea popped into my head?? i'm very inspired by the movie Fear with Reese Witherspoon and Mark Wahlberg and also @msbigredmachine 's Roman fic The Boy Next Door because i love thriller/romance... (ya'll should go read that if you haven't btw, i be on the edge of my SEAT every chapter)

there will be angst, violence, romance, Roman being controlling yet sexy, and SMUT SMUT SMUT (im such a slut for him fr fr)

[theresivy]

PLEASE HELP: SIGNAL B*OST, D*NATE, OR C*MMISSION ME!!

Listed below are the TL;DR, How to Help, and Full story/Context. I’m sorry I had to resort to this but i have no other choice.

TL;DR version

Please help a mentally disabled fan artist’s family to pay for medical debts for c*ncer, insulin, maintenance meds (for depression, anxiety, etc), and cat food

How to Help

D*nations!!! - I only have P*yPal (also thru K*-fi) and GC*sh! Please dm me for the link or QR code

C*mmission me!!! - I really hate asking for help with nothing to give in return, so preferably please c*mmission me. I havent updated my new set of c*mmission sheet samples BUT heres a short, quick version attached on my post as a pic.

B*y my let-go collection of merchandise!!! (PH-based only please and sorry) - In order to try and make up for the em*tional ab*se me and my mom have to go thru on a daily basis just by living with dad, I ended up in a downward spiral and tried to buy things impulsively since 2020. So, now, we’re paying the price and I have been deeply regretting it ever since. So, plsase please please help buy my palugi (selling for a loss) let-go merchandise, theyre mostly official and am selling for a loss, we badly need the space and especially the funds. Weve only sold less than a half of my stock and it doesnt help that my dad keeps mocking me about it.

Share and S*gnal boost!!! - Tumblr is the only site where i have somewhat of an audience. Please please please help reblog, share, and signal boost.

Full Story/Context

Hi, I’m Theresivy (Teh-reese-ivy), I have been depressed and mentally impaired (among other things) who draws art as a multifandom self-taught fan artist, As of 2020 my mom’s tumor has turned into cancer that has only been given medical attention to in 2022 onwards. And as of then, i have indefinitely become a N,E.E.T for my mom and our finance’s sake while being there by her side. As of now she has gone through FOUR surgeries because more and more unexpected complications keep popping up. She doesnt deserve this, why couldnt it have been me,

We live with my emotionally abusive and manipulative dad (her husband) and our two fur daughters Pancake and Waffles (of which my cats and mom mean more than the world to me) while being forced to live in one of the countless apartment complexes my equally abuse maternal uncle (and his wife, my maternal A-I-L) as we have no other choice. And as such, my dad has been kissing their asses since we were forced to move here more than five years ago.

Both my uncle and my A-I-L took it upon themselves to become the defacto head of my maternal family ever since my maternal grandmother passed just because he became rich thru the means of evil entrepreneur practices. We cant do anything lest we want to get kicked and live on the streets. He is a real-life mastermind as he is always a few steps ahead of us, even making it so that his eldest daughter became his perfect pawn of being his personal lawyer. He always has connections and to them we are merely insects.

My parents and the rest of our family dont really see “artist” as anything that could get money rolling in (and day by day my failed attemptes have been proving them right), and on top of that, they see me being depressed and such as being the “freeloading couch potato”. So they keep bringing up how much of a failure I am. Weve been living in such toxic conditions that my mom has developed this sort of stockholm syndrome type relationship with my dad, and her younger brother (my uncle), and his wife (my A-I-L, her S-I-L). At first i thought i could try and save mom but shes too far gone that she strictly forbids me from fending for myself whenever either of the three try to berate me and drive me to tears and breaking down for the fifth time every week.

All i wish now is to be able to pay back at least some of the debt, for my mom and my fur daughters’ sake, and hopefully my own. I have been in a downwards spiral ever since i have been tolerating being the “odd one out” kid from school. in general, and even in the family, its been literal years and my entire life, im tired of being used and tossed to the side, im tired of being the punching bag of a cosmic joke, and im tired of my disabilities. im tired of being useless to the people i care for the most. so please. help us.

My wish now is to be able to help mom and our fur daughters move away from our domestic ab*sers. everything is an endless spiral of dead ends and im sick of it. ive been self sabotaging for years but a small part of me still has hope, please. i dont want to believe that this is where it ends for us. in this world of darkness and cruelty that spits on our faces, only my mom and our fur daughters have shown me the smallest glimpse of happiness. and even then ive failed them by becoming a barely functioning patient of depression. so, please, dont take my sunshines away.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Okay, folks, the mini-tourney is inching closer to the finals, so I'm going to give a list of the competitors in the Miss Billboard Tourney in order to give everyone a chance to submit more propaganda. The nominees are:

Lale Andersen

Marian Anderson

Signe Toly Anderson

Julie Andrews

LaVerne Andrews

Maxene Andrews

Patty Andrews

Ann-Margret

Joan Armatrading

Dorothy Ashby

Joan Baez

Pearl Bailey

Belle Baker

Josephine Baker

LaVern Baker

Florence Ballard

Brigitte Bardot

Eileen Barton

Fontella Bass

Shirley Bassey

Maggie Bell

Lola Beltran

Ivy Benson

Gladys Bentley

Jane Birkin

Cilla Black

Ronee Blakley

Teresa Brewer

Anne Briggs

Ruth Brown

Joyce Bryant

Vashti Bunyan

Kate Bush

Montserrat Caballe

Maria Callas

Blanche Calloway

Wendy Carlos

Cathy Carr

Raffaella Carra

Diahann Carroll

Karen Carpenter

June Carter Cash

Charo

Cher

Meg Christian

Gigliola Cinquetti

Petula Clark

Merry Clayton

Patsy Cline

Rosemary Clooney

Natalie Cole

Judy Collins

Alice Coltrane

Betty Comden

Barbara Cook

Rita Coolidge

Gal Costa

Ida Cox

Karen Dalton

Marie-Louise Damien

Betty Davis

Jinx Dawson

Doris Day

Blossom Dearie

Kiki Dee

Lucienne Delyle

Sandy Denny

Jackie DeShannon

Gwen Dickey

Marlene Dietrich

Marie-France Dufour

Julie Driscoll

Yvonne Elliman

Cass Elliot

Maureen Evans

Agnetha Faeltskog

Marianne Faithfull

Mimi Farina

Max Feldman

Gracie Fields

Ella Fitzgerald

Roberta Flack

Lita Ford

Connie Francis

Aretha Franklin

France Gall

Judy Garland

Crystal Gayle

Gloria Gaynor

Bobbie Gentry

Astrud Gilberto

Donna Jean Godchaux

Lesley Gore

Eydie Gorme

Margo Guryan

Sheila Guyse

Nina Hagen

Francoise Hardy

Emmylou Harris

Debbie Harry

Annie Haslam

Billie Holiday

Mary Hopkin

Lena Horne

Helen Humes

Betty Hutton

Janis Ian

Mahalia Jackson

Wanda Jackson

Etta James

Joan Jett

Bessie Jones

Etta Jones

Gloria Jones

Grace Jones

Shirley Jones

Tamiko Jones

Janis Joplin

Barbara Keith

Carole King

Eartha Kitt

Chaka Khan

Hildegard Knef

Gladys Knight

Sonja Kristina

Patti Labelle

Cleo Laine

Nicolette Larson

Daliah Lavi

Vicky Leandros

Peggy Lee

Rita Lee

Alis Lesley

Barbara Lewis

Abbey Lincoln

Melba Liston

Julie London

Darlene Love

Lulu

Anni-Frid Lyngstad

Barbara Lynn

Loretta Lynn

Vera Lynn

Siw Malmkvist

Lata Mangeshkar

Linda McCartney

Kate McGarrigle

Christie McVie

Bette Midler

Jean Millington

June Millington

Liza Minnelli

Carmen Miranda

Joni Mitchell

Liz Mitchell

Marion Montgomery

Lee Morse

Nana Mouskouri

Anne Murray

Wenche Myhre

Holly Near

Olivia Newton-John

Stevie Nicks

Nico

Laura Nyro

Virginia O’Brien

Odetta

Yoko Ono

Shirley Owens

Patti Page

Dolly Parton

Freda Payne

Michelle Phillips

Edith Piaf

Ruth Pointer

Leontyne Price

Suzi Quatro

Gertrude Rainey

Bonnie Raitt

Carline Ray

Helen Reddy

Della Reese

Martha Reeves

June Richmond

Jeannie C. Riley

Minnie Riperton

Jean Ritchie

Chita Rivera

Clara Rockmore

Linda Ronstadt

Marianne Rosenberg

Diana Ross

Anna Russell

Melanie Safka

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Samantha Sang

Pattie Santos

Hazel Scott

Doreen Shaffer

Jackie Shane

Marlena Shaw

Sandie Shaw

Dinah Shore

Judee Sill

Carly Simon

Nina Simone

Nancy Sinatra

Siouxsie Sioux

Grace Slick

Bessie Smith

Mamie Smith

Patti Smith

Ethel Smyth

Mercedes Sosa

Ronnie Spector

Dusty Springfield

Mavis Staples

Candi Staton

Barbra Streisand

Poly Styrene

Maxine Sullivan

Donna Summer

Pat Suzuki

Norma Tanega

Tammi Terrell

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Big Mama Thornton

Mary Travers

Moe Tucker

Tina Turner

Twiggy

Bonnie Tyler

Sylvia Tyson

Sarah Vaughan

Sylvie Vartan

Mariska Veres

Akiko Wada

Claire Waldoff

Jennifer Warnes

Dee Dee Warwick

Dionne Warwick

Dinah Washington

Ethel Waters

Elisabeth Welch

Kitty Wells

Mary Wells

Juliane Werding

Tina Weymouth

Cris Williamson

Ann Wilson

Mary Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Anna Mae Winburn

Syreeta Wright

Tammy Wynette

Nan Wynn

Those in italics have five or more pieces of usable visual, written, or audio propaganda already. If you have any visuals like photos or videos, or if you have something to say in words, submit it to this blog before round one begins on June 25th!

If you don't see a name you submitted here, it's because most or all of their career was as a child/they were too young for the cutoff, their career was almost entirely after 1979, or music was something they only dabbled in and are hardly known for. There are quite a few ladies on the list whose primary career wasn't "recording artist" or "live musician," but released several albums or were in musical theater, so they've been accepted.