#girlsclub

[ishabasumumbai]

Mumbai Dating Girls Clubs

Mumbai Dating Girls Clubs is where vibrant souls meet in the heart of the city, bringing together charming and confident women looking for meaningful connections. We celebrate the spirit of Mumbai through the lens of love, encouraging genuine relationships, exciting encounters, and unforgettable moments.

[ilycampanita]

God, please: all I want is that you allow me have sex with my boyfriend. In they name of Jesus, amen.

[nowhereness]

[fangirlingsss]

Girls Club | Chapter 3

Chapter 3 | Racing luggage carts

Amèlie’s POV

“Miss Amèlie,” a soft voice spoke and another knock echoed throughout the room. “Breakfast is about to be served,” the soft voice spoke again, who must’ve been the house elf Hix, Amèlie concluded.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” the pale blonde haired girl said.

Amèlie stood up and straightened out her brown plaid pencil skirt. She walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of her room and looked herself over. She adjusted the collar of her short sleeve turtleneck and finished her outfit by adding a simple black headband.

She walked down the hall and down the main staircase leading towards the main hallway. Her black loafers echoed against the hardwood floor as she walked towards the dining room. The table was already filled with an array of breakfast dishes. Narcissa was already sitting at the opposite side of the table, sipping her coffee. Despite the woman’s best efforts, Amèlie had noticed the look of distaste cross her face.

“Good Morning Mrs. Malfoy,” Amèlie nodded towards Narcissa.

Narcissa only acknowledged the girl with a small ’mmph’. Amèlie took a seat at the nearest side of the table, diagonally across from the older woman. The blonde served herself a cup of black coffee alongside a portion of pancakes with a healthy dose of maple syrup.

Halfway through the meal the two had been joined by Lucius Malfoy. He strolled in with his long cane in hand. His presence alone made Amèlie straighten her posture and swallow the last bite of her food.

“Good morning Mr. Malfoy,” Amèlie said, looking towards the man for a response.

“Yes, good morning,” Lucius drawled out. “I hope you’ve packed everything,” he sneered at the girl. “Nobody will be sending you anything,” he glared towards her but Amèlie glared right back.

“I won’t need any of your ‘elp,” Amèlie said with a bite to her voice. “You will not need to worry about me,” she snapped in her french accent. She stood up from her seat, offering a lousy excuse before storming back up to her room.

No matter how unhappy with switching schools Amèlie was, she couldn’t wait to leave the Malfoy Manor. She used to think that her moms last husband was horrible. She could have never expected what her own father was like. She already knew that he was never very fond of her but for the past two months she had lived with him and his family, she knew it was more than that. He absolutely despised her.

Lucius Malfoy saw Amèlie as nothing more than a mistake from his past and she was convinced of that. Not that she really cared. She would have continued not to care too if her mother hadn’t passed so soon. If it had only happened a couple years later when she would have been of age. At least then she wouldn’t have her entire life flipped upside down.

Amèlie continued to pace around her room. Double even triple checking that she had packed everything. She wanted to make sure she didn’t leave anything valuable here. She didn’t trust any of them enough to do so.

~

Amèlie had dropped her main luggage off and was only left clutching her designer leather handbag. She was left with a couple more minutes before she had to board the train. She watched as Lucius and Narcissa fussed over Draco as he boarded the train. Narcissa was adamant about giving him a kiss on the cheek but the boy kept resisting. Despite her distaste for the pair, the interaction made something in her stir. She wished her own mother was here to see her off.

Once Draco disappeared off into the train, Lucius turned around in search of the girl. She knew he’d have something to say to her. It was the only reason she hadn’t boarded the train. She braced herself for the interaction as he made made his way over to her.

“Now you listen very closely,” Lucius said through gritted teeth, tightly gripping onto the teenage girl's forearm. “I don’t care what you do,” he growled. “But I don’t want any letters from the school complaining about you. And whether I like it or not,” he muttered lowly. “You have my last name, so don’t embarrass me.”

“Oh there is no need to worry,” Amèlie spat back as she pulled her arm out of his grip. “I will make it clear that we have nothing in common,” she added and pushed past him, making her way onto the train.

She stormed past many people and compartments. Simply walking in a blind rage. She hated that man so much all she wanted to do was get away from him. She had finally slowed down in one of the last train cars and settled in one of the empty compartments, closing the door shut behind her. She sat down in one of the seats and let out a deep sigh. She leaned her head back, blowing the few extra strands out of her eyes.

Catherine’s POV

Fred and George had offered to help push the luggage on the carts. Seeing as the group was already running slightly late for the train it made sense. However despite Catherine’s best efforts she was struggling to keep up with the two. Ginny was doing much better at trying to keep up.

“Oi!” one of the twins yelled from up ahead. “If you don’t hurry up Cathy we’ll be late!” he added but the twins were too far away for her to be sure which of the two had said it.

“I’m trying my best!” Catherine said, jogging to try and catch up. “I’m not exactly ten feet tall like you two!” she complained which only earned a laugh from Ginny.

“Just get on then,” one of the two said and turned himself and his luggage cart around.

“What?” Catherine asked. “What are you talking about?” she asked once the two had caught up to each other.

“Just take a damn seat and let's go!” it was Fred who had ushered her onto the stack of suitcases.

Catherine quickly clambered on top of the luggage holding onto the handle of the cart behind her. Fred began to speed up which only caused the curly haired girl to tighten her grip as she laughed hysterically at the boy's antics.

“You two better catch up!” Fred panted just as we passed George and Ginny.

The taunt urged the two to form their own team. Ginny quickly made her way onto the other luggage cart and George did his best to try and catch up but Fred had already gained too much speed. Catherine continued to laugh as everyone else on Kings Cross was ushering out of their way. They rushed straight through the wall between platform nine and ten, Ginny and George hot on their tail.

As they were transported onto platform nine and three quarters, Catherine ended up flying off the cart and into the floor. Fred managed to fall right on top of her and the baggage was strewn about.

“Get off,” Catherine groaned and shoved Fred off of her.

With a groan Catherine managed to get to her feet. All their things were thrown about, Ginny and George were also sprawled across the floor trying to get their bearings together.

“You two okay?” Catherine asked as she helped Ginny onto her feet.

The three started picking up their things while Fred remained fast down on the ground. He flipped himself over to the other side and let out a dramatic sigh which gained him a glance from the other three.

“What? No one is going to help me up?” Fred asked as he began to sit up, pouting at the three.

“You fell on me,” Catherine accused, which quickly shut the boy up. “Anyway,” Catherine said, turning to get her carry-on bag. “I’m going to go and try to look for Rory and Nora,” the brunette explained as she made her way towards the train. “I’ll see you at dinner Ginny!” Catherine waved as she boarded the train.

“Oi! You’ll see us too!” Catherine heard the twins yell after her to which she only shook her head.

Catherine pulled her tote bag higher up onto her shoulder and continued to trek down the halls of the train in an attempt to find her friends. She had eventually found the two in the line to the trolley.

“There you are,” Rory said at Catherine’s arrival. “Rough morning?” Rory asked as she took a look at Catherine’s mess of curls.

“We all left late,” Catherine said and attempted to flatten down her hair. “And then Fred and George raced the luggage carts with Ginny and me on them,” Catherine laughed as she thought of events that took place not too long ago.

“Here you go,” Nora said, turning towards the two. “ Pumpkin juice for Catherine, orange juice for Rory and pumpkin juice for me,” Nora passed out each girl their drink and led them away from the trolley. “Let’s go look for a compartment! I want to hear all about that race,” Nora grinned and pulled Catherine by the arm down the hall, Rory following closely behind

[mikemooremedia]

Eden Boys and Girls Club names new Executive Director, Eden Police arrests, countywide law enforcement news, City of Eden Grants Administrator accepts similar position in Greensboro. Weather, community calendar, birthday club, fun fact, consumer report, regional sports, motivational moment. Music Spotlight: Yanni

[jujuondabeat]

Meet illustrator from California, Min Heo

[jamieroxxartist]

🎵 I go out on Friday Night, and I come home on Saturday Morning Wish I had lipstick on my shirt … Instead of piss stains on my shoes 🎵

A couple of pics of me with friends from back in my Wolf'in around days, when I lived in Southern CA. Anyhow I was out looking for the action, and makin' the scene. ;)

a #PopArt #Painting I painted a couple of years ago:

‘#Squad #Variant Pop!

2019, acrylic and oil blend on canvas, 18"x24" by @ArtistJamieRoxx #JamieRoxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) This Sold Painting is Not Available.

#Tights, #Stockings #Pumps #PopArt! #neoGenre #GirlsClubbing #GirlsDancing

[cateyedfox36]

I am tired of having distressing dreams-not nightmares per se but just dreams my brains know will fuck me up. Last night I got the evergreen "car accident so realistic that for a moment I think fuck it is actually happening" and tonight was "family in danger and kid alone running from bad guys".

I am also aware that it's "my life is spiraling out of control, I am distressed by the path I am currently on (work is not good) but terrified of an abstract unknown future".

I need health insurance, I need money to live, but continuing to work at Boys and GirlsClub is making me miserable. The kids are fine, I actually really enjoy them, it's all the other shit.

I need to work at least 30 hours to keep my insurance, but the rider job they assigned me in the morning just isn't enough hours. So they want me in at 630 to drive elementary kids to school, except I'd have to get up at 5 to eat and get there on time, and that's a fucking 12 hour day.

And it's presented as this 'we need you betsy won kenobi' and also 'were doing you a big favor'. So they've got me coming and going. And it sucks.

Why can't I just come in at 9am and help the littles? Cover breaks or whatever? 3 days a week?

Caring for kids is physically exhausting. Esp for someone w chronic illness and I don't get paid enough to make it worth my fucking time. I'm not even making 16 per hour and im on my second year. That's fucked up.

[legallyblondies]

Ep. 01: "Am I too blonde or you're having no taste of style?"

Prologoue, written by the pinknonymous muse under the roof.

Rule number #1: Does it comes in PiNK?

Being pretty might be enough, but imagine being pretty, iconic, and genius at the same time? I mean.. that would be so funtastic isn't it?

So here at our very own #GIRLSCLUB @ Legally Blondes' dormitory, you are demanded to get through every single day with confidence and a sprinkle of glitters for the sake of our huge success as everyone's future muse!

"But how do I get ready?"

Duh... you know, pens, stack of book, cup of coffee, pair of glasses for a clearer vision, intelligence, and of course everything that's pink! Because like what our aspiration said: "What, like it's hard?"

All rights reserved— for roleplaying purpose. (2023)

[subigrad604]

[ogamericanapparel]

American Apparel ads shot on This Couch

Charlston City Paper 2007

Mirror 2006

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Philidelphia Weekly 2007

[withgratitudeandlove]

This Pink Puffer Jacket 💕✨

[satoorihime]

Over the weekend my friends and I got together and hungout. I decided that that was a good chance to tell them I finally got hired to a position that I've always wanted to work for and they all cheered and clapped for me. Then, just a few moments later, my friend broke the news that she and her husband just bought a house and guess what? We all cheered and clapped for her as well!

I honestly don't know why this made my heart so warm, but it did. I was just so happy knowing that we all were all so excited about each other's achievements.

[eric-sadahire]

[faddyquotes]

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[horatorastudios]

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