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Hey somebody put the white boys of broadway in a venn diagram or smth pls and thank you xx
#musical theatre#newsies#newsies the musical#les miserables#barricade boys#les mis#les mis musical#wss#west side story#jets west side story#book of Mormon#book of mormon musical
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More Mike Faist love from his Graziella.
#mike faist#west side story 2021#riff and graziella#riff lorton#graziella west side story#jets west side story#riff west side story#connor murphy#dear even hanson#panic amazon#morris delancey#newsies#the atlantic city story#challengers#pinball the movie#brokeback mountain#jack twist#challengers movie#challengers 2023#paloma Garcia Lee
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paloma garcia-lee (graziella), talia ryder (tessie), and mike faist (riff) photo booth pictures!
forever having brain rot of this trio, tessie is like their kid <3 also goes with the siblings hc of tessie and riff
also, trying to be active on this blog, i miss wss!
#west side story 2021#wss#graziella west side story#paloma garcia lee#west side story#the jets#riff lorton#mike faist#riff west side story#tessie wss#tessie west side story#talia ryder#riff x graziella#the jet girls#wss headcanons#wss jets
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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff
pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader
warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence
Y/N’s POV
Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.
I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.
“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.
“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.
“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.
“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.
“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.
“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.
“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.
“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.
“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.
Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.
“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.
“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.
I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.
“I’m about to cum.” I moan.
He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.
“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.
He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.
He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.
“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.
Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.
“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.
“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.
I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.
“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.
“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.
“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.
“Stop calling me that.” I said.
“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.
“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.
I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.
When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.
“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.
“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.
I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.
“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.
“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.
I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.
#fanfic#fanfiction#kinktober#kinktober 2023#riff west side story#riff wss#west side story#mike faist#wss jets#riff x reader#mike faist smut#wss 2021#tony wss#west side story smut#michael riff tamblyn#wss rp
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Me when I forget to put my phone on do not disturb and someone texts me
#lol#west side story 2021#gee officer krupke#sorry for the bad quality#diesel#baby john#kevin csolak#patrick higgins#west side story#the jets#musical#movie#movie musical#relatable#do not disturb#meme#gif#made by me#wss#wss 2021
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Krupke, we got troubles of our own!
#gee officer krupke#west side story#west side story 2021#wss#wss 2021#patrick higgins#ben cook#kyle allen#jess leprotto#myles erlick#john michael fiumara#kevin csolak#movie#musical#movie musical#gif#gifset#the jets
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Losing my mind over them having their own little Officer Krupke moment. Which is to say an understanding of just how and disillusionment with just how the system failed them. (It’s easier to mock than admit some of the stereotypes are true. Easier to take pride in being hated than pitied.)
Also “get thee hence, white trash” is crazyyyyy lmao
#someone did make the joke Dally was a jet before lmaooo#the outsiders#outsiders 1983#outsiders#outsiders novel#west side story#the jets#west side story 1961#details#outsiders re read#Spotify#charecter study#outsiders meta
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A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)
I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!
Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.
“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”
“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!”
My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.
I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.
“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!”
“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.
Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.
“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”
“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-
“Hey! Runaway coin!”
The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.
“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”
“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”
The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.
“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.
“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.
“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”
I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”
“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”
My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”
Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.
“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”
I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.
“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”
There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.
“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”
He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question.
“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”
Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”
I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.
“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”
Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.
“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”
It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.
“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”
I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.
“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”
I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”
Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”
His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.
I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”
Dad’s going to kill me.
Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”
I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.
“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.
“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”
His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”
“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”
The name brings no familiarity. “No?”
“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”
I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”
Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”
I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”
Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.
“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”
“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”
I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.
“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”
Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-
“That’s amazing!”
What?
I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”
Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”
I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”
Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.
“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”
Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?
“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.
“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.” Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”
It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.
“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”
The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”
Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”
“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.
“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.
“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”
Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”
I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.
“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”
“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.
I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”
The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”
“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.
Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”
That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.
“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”
My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”
Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”
“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”
I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-
“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”
Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.
“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”
Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”
I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.
“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”
Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.
“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”
Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.
(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)
#balkan#balkan wss#wss 2021#west side story#west side story 2021#west side story imagine#west side story x reader#tony west side story#maria west side story#riff lorton#riff west side story#west side story jets
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Love how the Jets have all these tough names relating to their personalities and interests, then there’s just Baby John.
He’s the baby… and his name is John. And we love him
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Riff the Rizzler, may I be in the Jets?????
' Ya' sick or somethin' Scot? YOU HAVE BEEN. Also the hell is a Rizzler? some kind of insult or somethin'? Hell, you're officially a Jet the first time we met! ' *shakes head*
#wss 2021#riff wss#west side story 2021#riff lorton#Special:Friend#The Jets#west side story#ask blog#Ask:Riff Lorton
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I will defend evan hansen until my last dying day
#dear evan hansen#deh#deh musical#yes that is a west side story reference#when you’re a jet you’re a jet all the way from your first cigarette to ur last dying day#evan hansen#chat he should’ve been worse. i think that would be funny
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i haven’t posted in over a year lol but my wss fixation is lowkey coming back??? anyways graziella and velma are so special to me. i love them so much. my favorite besties. they’re always there for each other and i love when that is represented in fics.
#west side story 2021#wss#graziella west side story#velma west side story#graziella x velma#graziella and velma#the jets#the jet girls#paloma garcia lee#maddie ziegler#gina trikonis#carole d’andrea#west side story#west side story 1961
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I know he's losing in the Kinkmas votes but, if we could get any reader x Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (WSS) I would love it and I know a lot of the fandom would, too. There's very little fics out there anymore for WSS.
Day 10 of Kinkmas: After The Dance With Riff
pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader
warning: hickeys, protected sex, hickeys, riding
Y/N’s POV
There’s 2 weeks until the homecoming dance and I don’t have a date, which I really don’t care if I don’t because I rather stay home anyway watching TV, read books, or do my homework, like I normally do on a Saturday night.
One day, Michael Tamblyn, also known as, Riff, asks me to go to the homecoming dance, which I got so excited about because he’s the kindest and sweetest (to me) boy I’ve ever met.
Yes, I’m in the Jets but the reason why I’m in it because I met Debby in English 1 and she introduced me to the Jets. They told me that another gang name Sharks are dangerous, I’ve met María and her brother’s girlfriend they are so sweet and I try to treat them like they treat me and they appreciate it.
When I met Riff, I fell in love, but I can’t believe that he asks me to go to the dance.
When Riff picked me up we picked up some other jets including their girlfriends. We arrive at the school and the gymnasium looks pretty decorated! Riff holds my hand and takes me to the dance floor to dance. We begin to dance and our friends join in, I feel someone bump into me, I turn my head to see Velma and her date, I get excited to see them and Velma and I do this little hand gesture to each other, Riff turns us around and continues to dance but I’m hugging him while we dance.
I look around and see Tony, I tape Riff on the shoulder and he looks behind him and he sees Tony. We walk up to him and we let him join where the jets are at but he wanted to walk around.
Some of the Sharks come in the gymnasium doors, I already know what’s coming. I see María, I give her a little smile, We made an agreement that we would make little gestures to each other but we will make them not that obvious.
Riff and I kept on dancing and apparently Riff bumps into someone and then it turned into world war three, everyone yelling at each other, Riff screaming at the Shark in front of us and him holding close to me, I wanted to leave but we all hear a whistle and everyone payed attention to whoever blew the whistle.
The judge kept on telling us to behave, have you ever met Riff, he doesn’t behave at all. We do the dance but things go overboard, we ignore his orders so we danced on our own, it was so fun.
After the dance, Riff and I went somewhere, we went to West Point, where people go to make out. When we got there, he gets into the back seat and we start to make out. He gets my straps of my dress off my shoulders and he kisses my neck, I moan. He begins to give me hickeys which made me moan again. I get on top of him and begin to give him some hickeys, he holds me tight to keep me in place.
After a while, clothes on the car floor, moaning in the car, and the car is kinda rocking. Riff is going in and out of me. We’re protected don’t worry! I get on top of Riff and start to ride him. I can hear him groaning, I can hear other people screaming and groaning which makes me go faster, Riff sits up and kisses my chest.
After us making out, we get back home and my parents almost killed me because of the hickeys that Riff gave me but I don’t care, he’s so good to me that I sometimes forget that he’s done that to me before.
#fanfic#fanfiction#kinkmas 2023#kinkmas#wss#west side story smut#michael riff tamblyn#mike faist#mike faist smut#mike faist x reader#wss jets#wss 2021#riff wss#wss rp#west side story#riff west side story#west side story 2021#wss sharks
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“did you hear about how the Jets lo-”
WHEN YOURE A JET YOURE A JET ALL THE WAY FROM YOUR FIRST CIGARETTE TO YOUR LAST DYING DAY-
#west side story#this came to me in english randomly#WHEN YOURE A JET YOURE A JET ALL THE WAY#musicals#theater#musical theater#im a theater kid sorry🤷🏽♀️
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the sharks are autistic while the jets have adhd
#the jets special interest? racism#felt like I haven’t posted a meme in a while lol#west side story#west side story 2021#wss#mine: wss
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Generic Names for the Jets:
Riff - Raff
Ice - Frost
Action - Activity
Baby John - Newborn Jim
A-Rab - Outcast
Mouthpiece - Gobpart
Diesel - Gas
Balkan - Mountain
Snowboy - Precipitation Man
Big Deal - Huge Sale
Tiger - Cat
Numbers - Math
Skink - Lizard
Little Moly - Small Weed
Anybodys - Someones
#the jets#jets#west side story#west side story 2021#wss#wss 2021#generic#generic names#meme#movie#musical#musicals#movie musical#lol#funny#list#theatre#musical theatre#thanks to this-is-macy for helping me come up with some of these!
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