#annie Kelly

[newsiesautismfrfr]

Happy Strike day!! Today the Newsboy strike of 1899 start in Long Island New York after a group of boys saw a distribution wagon, turned it over, chased the driver down the street and proceeded to tear up all the papers inside the wagon!

Everyone single newsie deserves a big round of applause 👏🏻

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My personal favourite story of Annie Kelly is that when the boys noticed she was at the rally they would not stop incessantly chanting and cheering her name until she went up to do a speech

Annie Kelly was dubbed the brick of all women and most faithful of the strikers because despite the fact she could’ve sold copies of the world and journal (as many other female newsies did because the boys weren’t willing to soak them) she didn’t!

And because the public were generally in support of the strike, she got a shit ton of customers because she wasn’t scabbing and they didn’t want to scab by buying copies of the world and journal!

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newsies fun fact of the day #4:

the rally in meddas theatre in the musical actually happened! it was held at irving hall instead of the bowery theatre, but it was in manhattan! several newsies made speeches, but the most notable ones were made by racetrack higgins, kid blink, and annie kelly!

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james kelly eating out his pregnant wife/girlfriend 😹

okay, june, i love this so much, and also @fuckmyskywalker said to do this of everything you sent me so this will be good (i hope) tags: @anisscarletstarlet (comment to be one! <3) 18+ smut, james kelly, pregnancy, oral, crazy praising, use of mommy, & daddy, and breeding kink james kelly eating out his pregnant wife ────────────────────────────── WC: 244 ; btw, i am so horrid at writing like full blown stories, so when i get comfy with them i will be doing the bulleted list, im so sorry :( ────────────────────────────── ─ james kelly, would 110% have a breeding kink ─ seeing you all swollen and big with his baby, is the hottest thing to him ─ when you walk in, he would instantly get hard ─ he would walk over to you and rub your arms, then whisper into your ear: "come to bed, love" ─ once you two were both in bed, he would leave kisses all over your tummy as he strips you of any clothing, lastly getting to your panties. ─ he would tease you, with rubbing his thumb over the wet cotton of your underwear, asking: "is this all f' me?" ─ just looking at you, all needy and wet for him would make him dive right into you ─ he eats you like a starved man, his tongue making his way along every fold and make sure youre a whimpering mess ─ as he did this, when he would pull up for a breather, he would tell you: "doing so good right now", "you're such a good mommy", "you look so fuckin' hot, all full of my baby" ─ when he knew you were coming close, he would insert one digit trying to bring to to your climax faster ─ saying "come on sweetheart, cum for daddy", "its okay, just let go f' me" ─ as you came, he wouldn't stop eating you out, he would keep going, wanting to see your face twist with lust, ecstasy, and pleasure.

[strangerathecinema]

i need them all to meet so badly actually

[balu8]

Harley Quinn; Black,White and Redder #2: Origin Stories for Dummies

by Kelly Thompson; Annie Wu and Clayton Cowles

DC

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KELLY MAXWELL → 'Scourge of Evil' Outfit Evil Dead: The Game (2022)

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Into The Woods (2022, Broadway) - Digital Booklet Pics

[newsiesautismfrfr]

I just realized our bio says this is gonna be run by our newsies fictives and we literally have not even introduced them okay here lemme just *ahem*

Jack Kelly/Cowboy- 17, he/spider, external maintenance person, little shit™️

Albert DaSilva- 15-17, he/him, unknown role, anger issues fr™️

TommyBoy- 16, he/him, unknown role, stupid™️

Skittery- 17, he/him, disability handler, grumpy pants™️

Derby- 17, he/him, possible protector, cleft lip fr™️

Hack/spit- 17, he/him, possible protector, derby’s second in command fr™️

Annie Kelly- 20, she/her, unknown role , Morris Delancy kisser™️

Denton- 25, he/him, unknown role, also a Morris delancey kisser™️

Myron- 17, he/him, unknown role, derby kisser™️

We also have spot conlons mom but you probs won’t hear from her here

[sparklingspidey]

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[str4wb3rry-fire]

newsies fun fact day #7: a bit of a follow up to #6

there were newsgirls alongside the newsboys! there were more boys, so the girls tend to get completely forgotten. during the strike of 1899, many of the newsgirls turned scab because the other newsies werent willing to beat up girls like they did all the other scabs. there were some girls, however, that were very loyal to the strike. such as one newswoman named Annie Kelly.

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I'm a nice guy. I'm a nice guy. I've been nominated for awards. I'm a nice guy.

Broden Kelly after making his partner of 14 years cry by reminding her of finding her dead dog under a tree when she was ten

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on behalf of my favorite person, @starwarsbian, im writing this for them. i love you babe ♡ tags: @anisscarletstarlet (comment to be one <3) 18+ smut, james kelly, begging, & praising james kelly fingering youuu ────────────────────────────── WC: 290 ; edit: the words like "sweetheart" at the end that are bigger, tumblr isnt letting me fix the so sorry :( ────────────────────────────── ─ okay, so we all know this man would do it whenever and wherever he wanted ─ felt like fingering you? his hands trailing up your leg, stroking it softly, letting you know hes going to finger you ─ he would go up and down, moving his hand up your leg more and more each time, until he got to your perfect little cunt ─ he would look at you, and tease your folds a little, before touching that little bud ─ he would tell you stuff like: "all wet, just for me?", "so needy, baby", "you gonna one a good girl for me, and cum when I tell you to cum?" ─ you would nod your head yes, agreeing with him for him to stop and say, "words, love" ─ you would huff out "yes james, please", just ready for the pleasure and pure ecstasy about to come. ─ simultaneously as you said that, he dove right into your cunt, one digit first, then would slowly push in another digit. ─ he would then take his thumb and rub circles on your clit, slowly but just right to make sure you were having a good time. ─ after 10 minutes, you would be shaking and crying begging for him to let you cum all over his fingers, saying: "james, please let me cum", "i've been so good for you", "please, i need it, i'll be such a good girl for you" ─ after hearing you beg, he would eventually give in, letting you cum all over his fingers ─ he would praise you, and keep rubbing your clit, telling you: "doin' so good for me baby", "such a good girl for me, huh", "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart".

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Parissa DJangi

August 18, 2023

Some say he was a surgeon. Others, a deranged madman — or perhaps a butcher, prince, artist, or specter.

The murderer known to history as Jack the Ripper terrorized London 135 years ago this fall.

In the subsequent century, he has been everything to everyone, a dark shadow on which we pin our fears and attitudes.

But to five women, Jack the Ripper was not a legendary phantom or a character from a detective novel — he was the person who horrifically ended their lives.

“Jack the Ripper was a real person who killed real people,” reiterates historian Hallie Rubenhold, whose book, The Five, chronicles the lives of his victims. “He wasn’t a legend.”

Who were these women? They had names: Mary Ann “Polly” Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, and Mary Jane Kelly.

They also had hopes, loved ones, friends, and, in some cases, children.

Their lives, each one unique, tell the story of 19th-century London, a city that pushed them to its margins and paid more attention to them dead than alive.

Terror in Whitechapel

Their stories did not all begin in London, but they ended there, in and around the crowded corner of the metropolis known as Whitechapel, a district in London’s East End.

“Probably there is no such spectacle in the whole world as that of this immense, neglected, forgotten great city of East London,” Walter Bessant wrote in his novel All Sorts and Conditions of Men in 1882.

“It is even neglected by its own citizens, who had never yet perceived their abandoned condition.”

The “abandoned” citizens of Whitechapel included some of the city’s poorest residents.

Immigrants, transient laborers, families, single women, thieves — they all crushed together in overflowing tenements, slums, and workhouses.

According to historian Judith Walkowitz:

“By the 1880s, Whitechapel had come to epitomize the social ills of ‘Outcast London,’ a place where sin and poverty comingled in the Victorian imagination, shocking the middle classes."

Whitechapel transformed into a scene of horror when the lifeless, mutilated body of Polly Nichols was discovered on a dark street in the early morning hours of August 31, 1888.

She became the first of Jack the Ripper’s five canonical victims, the core group of women whose murders appeared to be related and occurred over a short span of time.

Over the next month, three more murdered women would be found on the streets of the East End.

They had been killed in a similar way: their throats slashed, and, in most cases, their abdomens disemboweled.

Some victims’ organs had been removed. The fifth murder occurred on November 9, when the Ripper butchered Mary Jane Kelly with such barbarity that she was nearly unrecognizable.

This so-called “Autumn of Terror” pushed Whitechapel and the entire city into a panic, and the serial killer’s mysterious identity only heightened the drama.

The press sensationalized the astonishingly grisly murders — and the lives of the murdered women.

Polly, Annie, Elizabeth, Catherine, and Mary Jane

Though forever linked by the manner of their death, the five women murdered by Jack the Ripper shared something else in common:

They were among London’s most vulnerable residents, living on the margins of Victorian society.

They eked out a life in the East End, drifting in and out of workhouses, piecing together casual jobs, and pawning their few possessions to afford a bed for a night in a lodging house.

If they could not scrape together the coins, they simply slept on the street.

“Nobody cared about who these women were at all,” Rubenhold says. “Their lives were incredibly precarious.”

Polly Nichols knew precarity well. Born in 1845, she fulfilled the Victorian ideal of proper womanhood when she became a wife at the age of 18.

But after bearing five children, she ultimately left her husband under suspicions of his infidelity.

Alcohol became both a crutch and curse for her in the final years of her life.

Alcohol also hastened Annie Chapman’s estrangement from what was considered a respectable life.

Annie Chapman was born in 1840 and spent most of her life in London and Berkshire.

With her marriage to John Chapman, a coachman, in 1869, Annie positioned herself in the top tier of the working class.

But her taste for alcohol and the loss of her children unraveled her family life, and Annie ended up in the East End.

Swedish-born Elizabeth Stride was an immigrant, like thousands of others who lived in the East End.

Born in 1843, she came to England when she was 22. In London, Stride reinvented herself time and time again, becoming a wife and coffeehouse owner.

Catherine Eddowes­­, who was born in Wolverhampton in 1842 and moved to London as a child, lost both of her parents by the time she was 15.

She spent most of her adulthood with one man, who fathered her children. Before her murder, she had just returned to London after picking hops in Kent, a popular summer ritual for working-class Londoners.

At 25, Mary Jane Kelly was the youngest, and most mysterious, of the Ripper’s victims.

Kelly reportedly claimed she came from Ireland and Wales before settling in London.

She had a small luxury that the others did not: She rented a room with a bed. It would become the scene of her murder.

Yet the longstanding belief that all of these women were sex workers is a myth, as Rubenhold demonstrates in The Five.

Only two of the women — Stride and Kelly — were known to have engaged in sex work during their lives.

The fact that all of them have been labeled sex workers highlights how Victorians saw poor, unhoused women.

“They have been systematically ‘othered’ from society,” Rubenhold says,"even though this is how the majority lived.”

These women were human beings with a strong sense of personhood. According to biographer Robert Hume, their friends and neighbors described them as “industrious,” “jolly,” and “very clean.”

They lived, they loved, they existed — until, very suddenly on a dark night in 1888, they did not.

A long shadow

The discovery of Annie Chapman’s body on September 8 heightened panic in London, since her wounds echoed the shocking brutality of Polly Nichols’ murder days earlier.

Investigators realized that the same killer had likely committed both crimes — and he was still on the loose. Who would he strike next?

In late September, London’s Central News Office received a red-inked letter that claimed to be from the murderer. It was signed “Jack the Ripper.”

Papers across the city took the name and ran with it. Press coverage of the Whitechapel Murders crescendoed to a fever pitch.

Newspapers danced the line between fact and fiction, breathlessly recounting every gruesome detail of the crimes and speculating with wild abandon about the killer’s identity.

Today, that impulse endures, and armchair detectives and professional investigators alike have proposed an endless parade of suspects, including artist Walter Sickert, writer Lewis Carroll, sailor Carl Feigenbaum, and Aaron Kosminski, an East End barber.

"The continued fascination with unmasking the murderer perpetuates this idea that Jack the Ripper is a game,” Rubenhold says.

She sees parallels between the gamification of the Whitechapel Murders and the modern-day obsession with true crime.

“When we approach true crime, most of the time we approach as if it was legend, as if it wasn’t real, as if it didn’t happen to real people.”

“These crimes still happen today, and we are still not interested in the victims,” Rubenhold laments.

The Whitechapel Murders remain unsolved after 135 years, and Rubenhold believes that will never change:

“We’re not going to find anything that categorically tells us who Jack the Ripper is.”

Instead, the murders tell us about the values of the 19th century — and the 21st.

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