#mama earp

[girl4music]

Damn what a great ending to a GREAT season! Yep, definitely my favourite season of the entire show.

It’s a pity Mama Earp couldn’t be portrayed by Lucy Lawless because that would have been fitting but Megan Follows did really well. Nicole’s got the divorce papers signed so she’s a completely free woman now and the Bulshar Massacre clippings Dolls gave her along with his ring which she doesn’t know actually belongs to Waverly’s dad. Everything is set up well.

And I still stand by my theory that the reason why Waverly could wield Peacemaker that one time to scare off Rosita was because Peacemaker could sense Wavery’s intent. The moment she started getting cocky about wielding it, it burned her instead. It’s a conscious weapon that chooses who should and shouldn’t wield it. Only the Earp heir can kill with it.

WAVERLY:

*holding Peacemaker*

“Nice gun.

*burns her hand*

Ow! Make up your mind.”

It’s clever really because even if she was half-revenant, she would have still been able to hold it because she’d be half-human too. And they keep this ambiguous enough that you never realize it has actually has anything to do with Waverly being/not being an Earp but rather to do with her being/not being an angel.

And Peacemaker already knows she has angel blood.

It knows what she is. She doesn’t. Very clever, Andras.

This is how you do it. Proper set ups and build ups for the shows entire plot to continue into the next season.

Great writing. They know exactly what they’re doing.

[wileys-russo]

You know that's meant for our child , not you... Mary Earps... At home maybe??

part of the a date to remember series m.earps II dancing queen

"mummy!" you looked up from your computer with raised eyebrows, spinning around in your chair as delilahs feet came thundering into the room. "hey hey, what's wrong?" you frowned seeing the pout present on her face as she climbed up and into your lap.

"mama doesn't know how to share." came the annoyed grumble from the five year old as you squeezed her tightly, a small smile on your lips as she pressed her face against your chest.

"what happened?" you asked gently, scratching her back and feeling her go limp but not without a huff. "she's hogging all my toys, won't give me a turn." delilah grunted, tugging at a loose thread on your hoodie.

"is she? well thats not very nice of her is it." you chuckled, pulling her hand away and lowering her to the ground. "come on tiny, lets go sort your mama out." you offered her your hand which she took, the pair of you leaving the office.

and sure enough as you entered the living room your wife was sat dead centre on the carpet, several of your daughters toys piled around her as she furiously wrestled with one of them making you roll your eyes.

"see!" delilah tugged on your hand and scowled, looking much more adorable than aggressive. "mary!" you called out, ignored. "mary?" you tried again, same lack of response. "now her ears are broken too!" delilah huffed dropping your hand and crossing her arms.

"mary alexandra earps." your tone shifted, arms crossed mirroring your daughter as finally your wife looked up. "two seconds." she held up a finger as her eyes dropped back down to the bop it in her hands.

"see!" delilah repeated, tugging on your shirt as you nodded. "go play in your room for a sec please lilah." you sent her off as the year old sent your wife a mean glare but ran off none the less, footsteps pattering away.

mary once more ignoring you as you called for her attention your patience wore thin as you closed the gap between the two of you, snatching the game out of her hand as she looked up with a frown.

"what? babe i'm-" but the glare you fixed her with had her silenced. "you know thats meant for our child, not you. all of these are actually!" you warned, gesturing to the assortment of toys and games around her.

"okay yes. but hear me out!" mary bargained holding her hands up in defense as you rolled your eyes but gestured for her to continue. "did you know alessia has the high scores locked on all of these? alessia!" mary scoffed in disbelief scrunching her face up.

"and?" you sighed, unfazed by this new information. "and? we can't have her as the high scorer on delilahs games! i'm doing this for her darling." mary tried to smile charmingly as you hummed, still unfazed by her excuses.

"oh you are, are you?" you pouted mockingly. "then why did our daughter come to me upset that 'mama doesn't know how to share' hm?" you accused, hand on hip and cocking it out to the side with a raised eyebrow.

"i know how to share! it just...wasn't her turn yet." mary tried to excuse as you shook your head at her. "mary, they're her toys and her games. she doesn't need to wait her turn!" you warned as your wife groaned.

"but less-" "but nothing! go and apologize to delilah right now, and you might want to get ready to grovel because thanks to your part of the gene pool she is incredibly stubborn." you pointed behind you as mary huffed but got up to her feet.

"i love you?" she smiled charmingly, hovering in front of you as you only hummed, the taller girl huffing and accepting that was all she was going to get as she wandered off to go find delilah.

"oh and baby? those aren't less's high scores on her games, they're mine."

[greynatomy]

i saw mummy…

mary earps x reader

quick little thing

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It’s was the night of Christmas Eve. Hazel laid in bed, trying to fall asleep so Christmas would come quicker when she heard something. Something that sounded like it came from downstairs.

Cautiously, she gets out of bed, in her reindeer pajamas, and quietly opens her bedroom door. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she pauses when the steps creak, closing her eyes shut, hoping that doesn’t wake anyone up.

After taking a deep breath, Hazel continues her way down the stairs, stopping just before the bottom and hiding behind the wall. Peaking out from behind the wall, she couldn’t believe what, or rather who she was seeing.

Santa Claus was putting presents under the Christmas tree!

Hazel’s face lit up, but stayed quiet so Santa doesn’t find out she’s not actually sleeping. Once he was done, he grabbed the cookies she left out for him and ate them all, drinking all the milk as well.

Another thing that surprised her was that her Mummy comes walking out of the kitchen towards Santa.

“Mummy knows Santa?” She asked herself.

She peaks her head out more, seeing her mummy go up on her tippy toes and gives Santa a big ol’ kiss on the lips. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, Hazel quickly, but quietly, walks back up into her room, tucking herself in bed.

Downstairs, you hear the sound of a door closing, or so you thought.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Mary asks, her face tucked into your neck, depositing kisses wherever she could.

You let out a sigh, stretching your neck out more. “Probably nothing.”

“Mmhm. Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

“Well, come on Santa.”

Mary grabs you by the back of your thighs to haul you up, taking you into the bedroom.

The next morning, you wake up to a small body jumping up on the bed.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!”

You were glad you and your wife made a habit of dressing after sex. You weren’t ready for that conversation yet.

After some time, the three of you make it to the kitchen, eating the breakfast you prepared.

“Mama?”

Mary looks towards your daughter, who has her head tilted in question.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Did you know Mummy knows Santa.”

“What do you mean?”

You and Mary were now confused.

“Well, I saw Mummy kissing Santa last night.”

Both of your jaws dropped. “Why were you kissing him Mummy?”

“Yeah, Mummy. Why’d you kiss Santa last night?” Your wife asks, giving you a smirk.

“Well, uh, I just wanted to thank him for bringing all those presents for-for you.”

You look at your daughter, who looks deep in thought.

“Oh, okay.” She replies, going back to eating, making you release the breath you were holding.

Your wife walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She leans her head down next to you, lips by your ear.

“Think Santa could get another kiss?”

“Mary!”

[desperate-gay]

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constellations 18+

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just one more 18+

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1v1

mama

too hot 18+

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you’re not sorry

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intruder

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the look of love

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baby just say yes

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meet the wife

my sleepy girl

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[ferrarer17]

Questions, I still have after Wynonna Earp Vengeance.

What is Jeremy and why can he feel things in his groin?

Where is Mama Earp? Surely by now she’s worked out where Charlie went and would have returned to Purgatory?

What did this mark really mean? Did it give Nicole any special powers? I feel it needs more exploring.

What magic powers does Waverly actually have and why didn’t we see them in Vengeance?

And a trivial one but it bugs me when characters just disappear from TV shows.

Where did Champ go? I know he was a bit of a douche but he just disappeared.

[dragon-kazansky]

His Little Dragon

Doc Holliday x OC

Dedicated to @callsignscupcake

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Doctor John Holliday hasn't seen his darling Little Dragon for many years. Once as thick as thieves, they were quite the pair, but that long since ended when he left. Now, with opportunity blooming in Tombstone, it would seem they have a second chance at the love they lost. However, a threat looms over the town, and if he wants his Dragon back, he has to win the heart of little Baylie too. Nothing is ever easy.

Word count: 1.7k

Chapter Two - Working hard

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Rachael returns to the hotel room. Baylie was waiting on the bed, exactly where she had been when Rachael left. She chuckles when she sees her darling girl.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting, sweetie."

"No, mama. Did you get it?" Baylie asks, looking up at Rachael.

"I did. I'll start tomorrow. For now, we should go eat. You must be hungry after our long journey." Rachael holds out her hand. Baylie slides off the bed and takes it.

"Yes, mama."

The pair leave the hotel and into town. There was a decent place to eat not too far away, so Rachael took Baylie there. It was unlikely there would be any trouble there, so she could rest easy knowing Baylie could eat in peace.

Baylie chooses the table and Rachael orders them something. The pair sit down.

"Are we going to live here?" Baylie asks.

Rachael looks at the girl. "I'm not sure yet, honey. But I'm certain I can make enough money here for us to settle down wherever. I just have to work really hard for us."

Baylie smiles brightly at her mama.

"Okay, mama."

Food is put onto the table and the two of them dig in. Baylie remains her bright self as they eat their food. When they're done Rachael stacks the plates in the middle of the table and let's Baylie tell a tale of what she saw from the hotel window while she was gone. It sounds like Tombstone is quite a town.

Just as Rachael gets up for the to head back, a voice, different than before, calls out. It's another familiar voice, and it made sense to Rachael that if Wyatt was in town, so were his brothers.

"A sight for sore eyes!"

Rachael looks up and smiles at the sight of Vergil Earp. She chuckles softly as he comes over to greet her.

"Vergil. I suppose Morgan is in town too? Wyatt has already made his appearance."

Vergil chuckles. "That he is. What a strange coincidence for everyone to be here at the same time. You know, Doc's in town too."

"So I hear."

"Mama, who is he?" Baylie asks, looking up at the tall gentleman in front of her mama.

"Oh Baylie, this is Vergil Earp, and old friend of mine."

Vergil tips his hat to Baylie.

"Evening, little miss."

Baylie smiles up at him.

"Hello!" She greets.

"This is my daughter, Baylie," Rachael introduces.

"Daughter?" Vergil looks at Rachael with a questioning gaze.

"Yes," Rachael can tell instantly what he's thinking. "Not by blood, mind you. She needed help and I was there."

"I see." Vergil looks back at Baylie. "A pleasure, little miss."

Baylie giggles. She seems to like being called that. You chuckle at her bashful smile.

"It's good to see you Vergil, but we must be getting back to our room now."

"Allow me to escort you?" He offers.

"Won't your wife be missing you?" She smiles.

"She can miss me for a moment longer. I haven't seen you in years."

Rachael chuckles and accepts Vergil's offer. Baylie holds onto Rachael's hand as they walk with Vergil back to the hotel. All the while, the two adults catch up, Baylie listens in.

"How have you been, Rachael?" Vergil asks.

"Okay. I've been... roaming."

"All this time?"

"Mmhm. It hasn't been easy. Baylie has been with me nearly a year now. She's all I got. I need to settle down Vergil, it ain't no life constantly moving on the road, not with a young girl. I'm to here to make money for a home. Somewhere we can live peacefully and enjoy our life."

Vergil nods his head quietly.

"You boys been busy? What are you doing in Tombstone anyway?"

"Wyatt not tell ya?"

"He mentioned claiming a fortune. You fellas living here?" She asks him.

"We are. We have our own little homes too. Life is good here, you will like it too."

"I'm not sure we are settling here, just making my money here," Rachael explains.

"I understand."

Vergil stops with her outside of the hotel and they turn to face each other. He smiles at her fondly.

"You plannin' on seeing the Doc?" He asks.

"Not planning to. I do quite well blending into crowds, Vergil. He doesn't need to know I'm here."

"You don't even want to see him?"

Rachael sighs. "I'm not sure my heart could handle it. When you love someone with your entire being, and then discover they don't want what you want, it's hard. I would have stayed with him forever if I knew he loved me the same."

Vergil considers her quietly.

"Enough of that. Np more talk of Doc. Perhaps I'll see you around, Vergil."

"You know," he starts before you can leave his side, "even in a crowded room that man would find you. Tombstone isn't as big as it feels. I'm just saying."

"Your words are noted. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. Little miss," he bows head once at Baylie and then takes his leave. Rachael follows him with her eyes and then takes Baylie's hand again, heading inside.

Once in the room, Baylie climbs onto the bed and turns to her mama.

"Who is Doc?" She asks.

Rachael wipes her hands on her skirt as she looks up at Baylie. Her heart is racing in her chest, but Baylie doesn't realise that.

"He's... an old friend."

"Did he hurt you?" She asks.

"Kinda. You should rest, darlin'. Big day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Am I coming with you?" She asks.

"That's the idea, sweetpea. You have to stay close though," Rachael tells her.

"I know, mama."

Rachael leans down to give Baylie a kiss on the head before helping her remove her boots. She tucks Baylie into bed and kisses her head once more. Baylie gets comfy while her mama dresses down for bed. They had very few belongings with them, so they would to go shopping soon.

The pair look at each other with a smile.

"Goodnight, Baylie."

"Night, mama!"

Rachael turns the light out and they go to sleep.

Come morning, the pair are up bright and early. Rachael makes sure Baylie eats before they take the horse round to the saloon. The Oriental was high end, but clearly for the rowdy crowd. The kind who stay up till sunrise gambling their money away. Luckily for Rachael, it was quiet during the day.

Billy stands outside with a wagon.

"Decent horse," he comments.

"The best we got for now. The wagon won't be a problem."

Billy nods silently as he helps get the horse on the wagon. When it's all been done and checked, Rachael helps Baylie onto the wagon bench and then climbs on too. Billy hands over the job note and gives Rachael a vague direction of where to go. She nods and they head off.

As long as Rachael delivered and picked up before the day was out, she would be paid in full for the day. She was in no hurry to get the job immediately and rode on so Baylie may at least get a good look of the town.

Baylie was fascinated by Tombstone. There was life all around her. Riding past families makes Rachael smile. If families can settle here, maybe she could. All she wanted was the best for Baylie.

They reach the first stop and Rachael hops off, telling Baylie to sit and wait. The young girl does as she's told and Rachael walks around to the wagon to take it the first delivery.

While Rachael handles business, Baylie looks around her. There was so much to look at and admire, but her eyes are drawn to a couple of gentlemen talking in the road down the adjacent street.

They're both dressed finely, and Baylie can't help thinking one of them resembles Vergil who she met last night. The other is wearing a bit of colour in his outfit, that's what catches Baylie's eye.

Her attention is broken from the two men as Rachael reappears and climbs back onto the wagon. She forgets about the men as they ride on.

All the jobs are completed a little after noon and Rachael returns the wagon to The Oriental. She helps Baylie back onto the ground and heads inside to fetch her pay.

"I hear it's going to be a quite a game tonight," Cupcake says, following Billy around the bar.

"It always is when he's playin'."

Rachael catches Billy's eye and hands over her completed list. Billy thanks her and takes it, counting up her pay and handing it over.

"Your goods are in the wagon."

"Thank you. I'll have more errands in a couple of days."

"Very well, this will do us just nicely," Rachael tucks the money away safely.

"Rachael, won't you swing by tonight. A lot of interesting characters will be in tonight. You won't want to miss it," Cupcake states, leaning over toward her.

"No thank you, Cupcake."

"Oh please!"

"I shall be spending the evening with my daughter."

Cupcake takes not of the young girl beside her.

"Well, hello! You'll have to excuse me, I didn't see you there."

Baylie chuckles as she looks up at Cupcake. The lady was dressed in her best clothes, a hat was pinned into her hair and she held a closed fan in her hand.

"I'm Baylie!"

They all chuckle, even Billy who usually has a stick up his backside.

Rachael and Baylie bid them a good day and take their leave. Rachael helps Baylie onto the horse, named Whiskey by lively girl, and takes the lead back toward the hotel. Baylie laughs as they pass through town. She always did enjoy riding Whiskey like this.

Upon reaching the hotel Rachael ties the horse up and helps Baylie down.

"I must be dreaming."

Rachael freezes. That voice. She knows that voice. Baylie looks up at her mama wondering why she stopped. She takes her hand in her smaller one and tries to get her attention.

"I must be hallucinating," he says, staring at the sight before him.

Rachael turns slowly.

There is he. Baylie peeks around her mama and spots the man she had seen earlier that day. The finely dressed man with colourful tie.

"John..."

Suddenly Rachael feels like she had gone back 4 years as the man she once loved more than anything stands before her.

"My Little Dragon."

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[citizen-sade]

The air in the saloon was already near suffocating, thick with smoke that gave it the dreamy, undulating quality of a Van Gogh painting. Sherriff Earp surveyed the crowd with his eagle eyes, his gaze lingering on his friend's ashen face from across the room. Wispy tendrils of smoke spiraled from the tip of the gambler’s cigarette.

Doc brought a small pewter mug to his lips and swigged the amber liquid. He savored the familiar burn that trailed a line of fire down his esophagus to bloom in his stomach. His keen eyes narrowed.

It had been a relatively slow evening in the establishment until the shimmering desert sun began to descend toward the horizon. That was when the nocturnal creatures began to filter in. Tensions rose as the liquor flowed.

The bejeweled woman at Doc's side caressed his thigh under the table, eyeing his cards beneath long, dark lashes with a feline smirk. A sharp hack like the bark of a pistol penetrated the silence of the dim corner where Doc Holliday sat staring his opponents down beneath the strategic tilt of his beaver felt hat, his back to the wall. Always, Wyatt mused.  

“Bah!” scowled Elijah Parson, flinging his cards down on the table, “I fold!” 

“And then there were two,” Holliday dabbed at his lips with his handkerchief and turned his attention to the remaining player. He fanned his cards out before him, “Full.”

“Whoo-hee!” the elder Parson displayed his cards and threw his hands in the air, leaning forward to excitedly gather his winnings, “Straight!”

“Hold it!” exclaimed Elijah as he brought a fist down on the table and snarled at Doc, “That ain’t a Full—that’s a goddamn Flush!” 

Earle’s face fell and he turned a slack-jawed gaze upon Doc’s hand.

“Well, well, well. Would you look at that?" the corner of his mouth curved up in a sly grin, “must be my lucky day.”

“Horseshit!” Earle’s chair clattered to the floor as he leapt up in a rage, “No-good crook! I’ve a mind to put you out of your misery myself!”

The good doctor took a languid, unfazed drag from his cigarette, “Why, Earle, didn’t your mama ever teach you not to make promises you don’t intend to keep?”

The grizzled Parson brother brandished his Colt and aimed it square at Doc, spitting like a viper, “You think I’m bluffin’, lunger?”  

Doc smiled bitterly and fixed the insolent old man with a penetrating stare as a shaft of clarity broke through his whiskey-induced haze.

“You lack the courage of your convictions, Sir,” he drawled and straightened his back, tearing open his shirt to expose his chest. He wasn't smiling now.

“Do it.”

The typical murmurings and goings-on within the establishment gradually stilled as every head swiveled in their direction, causing Earle to shift his weight uneasily. Across the room, something stirred uneasily in Wyatt. The bastard's personal concept of self-preservation was flimsy at best, and often left Wyatt between a rock and a hard place. He sighed as one long-suffering and hung his head. He moved to inch closer to the card table. Wyatt was not unfamiliar with the gamut of emotions Doc Holliday often roused by being a skilled gambler (re: cheater) and a pompous sonofabitch—an infuriating combination, to be sure. Anymore, it seemed that Doc had found his calling in antagonizing every hotheaded dingbat he came across.

The hammer clicked into place, eliciting a shriek from Kate, and instantly Wyatt was upon the man. He wrenched his arm behind his back, causing him to drop his weapon. Wyatt kicked the gun under the table. “Play nice, Earle, or I’ll have your ass behind bars faster’n you can say ‘hasenpfeffer’!”

“Call off your watchdog and face me like a man, Holliday!” the brother spat in Doc’s direction as he struggled in Wyatt's grasp.

“The au-dacity,” Doc clicked his tongue as he drained his whiskey.

He looked up to see Elijah lunge at Wyatt and hook an elbow around his neck. Doc flung the metal cup at the younger brother, smacking him in the ear. Dazed, the man released his friend and froze at the sudden presence at his side, cold metal pressed against his temple.

“Now, gentlemen, is that any way to behave in the presence of a lady?” Doc taunted, tipping his head towards his lovely companion.

“G'on!” Wyatt unceremoniously dragged Earle to the entrance of the bar and planted the heel of his boot square in his backside. With a hard shove, he ejected him into the dusty street, “Git! Before I decide to make good on puttin’ you behind bars!”

Elijah scowled, slurring curses over his shoulder as he tripped out the swinging doors and stumbled after his brother.

Wyatt smugly folded his arms over his chest, laughing as he watched the two boorish cowboys stagger into the distance. 

Somewhere behind him, Doc’s drunken giggle dissolved into a panicked, ragged coughing fit. He gasped for breath like a fish out of water and groped for purchase as his vision blurred and condensed. He blood pounded in his ears and the room began to spin. Kate’s gasp made Wyatt whirl around to see red-rimmed eyes roll back in Doc’s head as he crumpled into the table. 

“Doc!” the woman cried. Wyatt rushed over and ducked beneath Doc’s arm, lifting him to his feet with alarming ease.

“He’ll be alright,” Wyatt chuckled nervously, “Just had too much to drink—didn’t ya, Doc?” 

He felt Doc’s labored breath on his ear, followed by a weak and thready plea, “Take me home, Wyatt.”

“Okay, okay,” he replied gently, then with authority, “Can I get some help here?” 

A baby-faced onlooker who had been intent on the previous commotion shuffled to Doc’s other side to help carry him as Kate quickly gathered as many coins and valuables as she could funnel into her satchel. Together both men clumsily transported Doc to his room next door at the Grand Hotel.

When they arrived, Wyatt nudged the door open and dropped his friend onto the bed. Doc shuddered, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth as he curled into the fetal position.

Kate cooed and hurried to soothe him. Wyatt stared at the broken man, lost in the shallow heaving of his chest. He’d forgotten about the young man that accompanied them until he heard a sheepish but grim voice from the hallway,

“He doesn’t look so good, Sheriff.”

Wyatt turned and pressed a couple silver dollars into his hand with a mumbled dismissive thanks that may have been a tad colder than he’d intended. Wyatt then gently grasped Kate by the crook of her arm to shepherd her towards the door with the promise that the next time she saw her beau, he’d be right as rain.

After she’d gone, Wyatt moved to Doc’s side and coaxed him onto his back. He began to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt to allow more air on his inflamed skin when elegant fingers circled his wrist. 

“Doc—what're you—?” 

“Don’t start somethin’ yer not gonna finish,” Doc wheezed. Wyatt gazed at his sunken face, a familiar sparkle in his bloodshot eyes.  

“N—now, let me help you, dammit,” he stammered.

Doc weakly batted his hands away and strained to pull himself into a sitting position. The effort was enough to make him twist away from Wyatt as another spasm shook him and he pressed his handkerchief to his mouth. Wyatt glared at the delicate ivory cloth now stained crimson.

“Two whiskeys,” he croaked as his head fell back to rest against the headboard. 

Wyatt blinked and retrieved the decanter of honey colored liquid. His movements felt robotic, borne of months of accumulated muscle memory. He was abruptly, bleakly aware of the passage of time, and had to put forth the effort to steady his nerves as he poured the liquor, the bottle clinking against the rim of the first glass, then the second.

“Took you long enough,” Doc scolded, his voice weary but playful. He looked at the offered snifter, lifted a hand to accept it, and realized how violently he was shaking. He raised his eyes to Wyatt’s with an exasperated sigh, “Be a lamb...” 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Wyatt bent over him to wipe the blood from his mouth and chin before tipping the glass to his lips.

Doc swallowed, sputtered, and gulped the rest like it was water and he’d been lost in the desert for forty days and nights. Wyatt pulled up a chair and set the glass on the small bedside dresser.

A deep swig came from beside the bed and Doc imagined Wyatt cradling his glass, clutching it almost to the point of shattering. He winced at the burn in his throat and contemplated the flames from the alcohol mingling with the tar in his lungs, creating some unholy thing that fed exclusively on tissue and sinew. When he cracked an eyelid to glance at his companion, he noticed Wyatt’s knuckles, white against his glass. Doc chuckled.

“And just what in th' hell is so funny?”

“Oh... nothin’...” Doc drawled, cocking an eyebrow in Wyatt’s direction, “I forgot you were here.”

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed and he snapped, leaping from his chair, “Why, you son of a—!”

Doc glanced up, “Now is that any way to talk to a dying man, Sheriff?” 

Wyatt raised a hand to his hip and dug his fingers into his side to keep his temper in check. He ran a hand over his face before taking a measured breath and resumed his seat. Neither Doc nor his own mounting panic were gonna get the best of him here. 

“I’ll always be here, Doc,” he said finally, fingers knitting together in his lap, his tone awkward but comforting, then rising in defiance to break the tension, “whether you like it or not!”  

Doc chuckled again in something akin to relief. Wyatt hadn’t taken his bait. He didn't honestly think he would. 

“Ah know,” Doc sighed wearily, admitting defeat, his eyelids drooping.

When Doc fell silent, Wyatt feigned interest in the stuffy room. He studied the peeling wallpaper, the ornate headboard. He glanced out the window, as though there was anything to see out there.

The quiet made him anxious. Doc Holliday should be out chasing women and cheating stupid fuckers out of their money, not lying in a dingy hotel bed as his body shut down. Behind the mustache, his teeth worked his bottom lip as Doc’s labored breathing evened. Sweat glistened on his brow, soaked through the cotton shirt, and formed beads of moisture at his open collar.

After what seemed like an eternity, Wyatt shifted in his chair, which creaked under his weight and interrupted the eerie silence of the room. Doc stirred and blinked his eyes open. Wyatt opened his mouth to apologize for waking him but let the words dissolve on his tongue. Doc's gaze fixed on a corner of the room, as though seeing something only he could perceive. Something that troubled him. 

“Why are you here, Wyatt?” he whispered despondently, “You here to watch a man die?”

Wyatt dreaded the cold shift in his demeanor, but considered his friend’s words for a moment and shrugged, “I’ve seen plenty of men die, Doc.”

Doc’s throat worked to swallow another impending spasm, “But have you actually watched ‘em take their last breath—“ Wyatt clinched his jaw, “watched the light leave their eyes?” 

“What the hell—“ 

“‘Cause you’re about to.”

His attempts to dominate the looming attack made the fire in his chest angry, gave it teeth. He shuddered and lurched forward with a fit that shook his emaciated frame. The blood that seeped from his lips was dark, originating from deep within, and smelled of decay. 

Wyatt was at his side in an instant, one hand pressed to Doc’s back, “Now, breathe,” he encouraged, he splayed his other hand against Doc’s chest, moving it in and out with each shallow, rattling breath, coaching him to take it slow and easy, “Just breathe... there you go...”

A rivulet of blood mixed with saliva fell from Doc’s lips to Wyatt’s rolled-up shirt sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” came a strangled apology. Wyatt shushed him. 

“You’re just fine, Doc,” His palm moved in a stilted circular motion between his shoulder blades, trying to ignore the fact that he could make out the individual vertebrae of the man's spine.

Doc sniffed and emitted a bitter sound between a laugh and a sob, shrugging away from Wyatt’s hand, “No, I ain’t,” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and fell quiet as his blood whirred between his ears, refusing to meet Wyatt's stormy eyes.

“Damnit, I—" Wyatt stuttered, swinging around to pound the wall with his fist, “I don’t know what to do here, Doc... What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? Tell me!”

When he turned back, he was startled to see his friend carefully maneuver both legs over the side of the bed, his shoulders squared against the pain and muscle fatigue, fingers gripping the bedpost. 

“Shit, Doc,” Wyatt sighed, preparing himself to react should he pitch forward.

The man opposite him trembled as he struggled to his feet, his face steely and pale. As he’d anticipated, Doc’s legs immediately buckled, and Wyatt leapt forward to grasp him by the biceps. Doc’s right hand gripped his shirt in turn, a sob ripping from his throat as the fingers of his left hand curled around the back of Wyatt’s neck. 

Wyatt chuckled awkwardly, desperate to keep the mood light, “Where do you think yer goin’? To bet on the ponies?”

Liquor, sweat and tobacco filled Wyatt’s nostrils. Panting, Doc pulled Wyatt’s forehead to his and spoke in a low, resigned voice,

“Say goodbye to me, Wyatt.”

Wyatt could have sworn he felt the earth beneath his feet screech to a halt, and for maybe the second time in his life, Wyatt Earp felt fear. Angry, helpless tears pricked his eyes, and once he felt the doctor get his feet under him, he shook his head and wrenched himself away.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Doc. I will do no such thing! Now get your ass back in that bed, you stubborn bastard.” 

He expected a scoff in response, or even a laugh—that nearly deranged giggle that made lesser men drop their weapons and turn tail. God, he’d give anything to hear Doc laugh again.

Instead, he was met with cold, unnatural silence, broken only by the dying man's strained breathing.

“You must," Doc straightened with a wince, "so I can be on my way.”

Wyatt dropped into his chair, his hands falling into his lap. His head rested against Doc’s hip.

He heard the clink of ice and glanced up to see his forgotten whiskey hovering in front of his face. His gaze trailed over the skeletal fingers that held the glass, up the forearm that protruded from Doc’s bloodied sleeve, and over the deep ‘v’ of flesh left exposed by the partially unbuttoned shirt. His eyes then ascended to the gaunt face.

By God, but he was handsome. No. Beautiful. Beautiful like the mythological figures in textbooks from his schoolboy days. Even now, ravaged by disease and withering away before Wyatt's eyes, Doc Holliday took on the visage of a fallen angel, cast from Paradise, but retaining a foreboding allure. Not even Death could take that away from him.

Shit, maybe he was the delirious one.

Wyatt took the glass, registering sorrow in the lines and deep shadows of the face that stared down at him with eyes the color of absinthe.

He’d heard once—in another life, perhaps—that if you drink enough absinthe, your eyes would turn bright green. Maybe that’s what happened to Doc Holliday to give him such striking green eyes? 

“Love me, Wyatt,” Doc grasped the brim of Wyatt’s hat to lift it from his head and drop it to the floor at his feet, “and let me go.”

The snifter slipped from Wyatt’s grasp and neither man so much as flinched as it shattered on the floor. Wyatt leapt to his feet as Doc’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Doc’s head swam, only vaguely aware that he was again supported by strong arms. He felt his heart flutter and lurch sharply. He hated that feeling. It made him gasp for breath, which in turn made him cough, which made the embers in his lungs flare to life and the vice on his brain tighten mercilessly. God, he was so tired, so sick of feeling himself fading. Each time he awoke from one of his drunken stupors was equal parts relief and disappointment. Every day the corners of his vision blackened further, like the edges of an old map. Soon he wouldn’t have the strength to leave his bed or hold up a pistol. He was pitiful. 

Doc Holliday didn’t like being pitied. 

But he found a bittersweet solace in Wyatt’s arms. In some shadowy nook of his subconscious it occurred to him how easy it would be to surrender to the pull of the void in the embrace of his only friend, his one equal on this harsh, unforgiving earth; lulled into the sleep of oblivion by the scent of aftershave and suede and gunpowder--instead of alone, with only the smell of dirty copper, dead tissue, and his body eroding from the inside out.

Wyatt was so warm.

And he was so cold.

No. He had to hold on, damnit; had to keep the siren’s song at bay a little longer. He couldn’t let his friend be the one to… to…

Suddenly Wyatt’s voice was reining him in from some distant plane and his eyes blinked open as he returned to what remained of his senses. Wyatt sighed with relief.

Doc shifted in his arms to press his lips to Wyatt’s jawbone, then the hollow of his throat, and he didn’t pull away. Weak fingers carded through his hair, and he could smell desperation on Doc Holliday’s lips. He eased his friend back to the bed and sat him on the edge of the mattress.

Oh, what the hell. It was just the two of them, after all.

Wyatt leaned forward to claim the doctor’s mouth, but froze when Doc flinched sharply away from him. He searched his friend’s face in confusion before it dawned on him how contagious this insidious disease was.

Wyatt caressed Doc’s hollow cheek with his thumb, “I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,” he teased, noting the familiar grin that tugged at the corner of Doc’s mouth. 

Contrary to popular belief, Doc Holliday was a highly cultured and educated man, and he liked to show off that fact—even, Wyatt guessed, on his deathbed.

And Hamlet had always been a favorite.

Wyatt delicately stroked the parted lips with his fingertips, “Here’s yet some liquor left.”

Doc cocked a brow at him and wheezed. Wyatt thought he heard a touch of laughter in it, but his stomach churned as Doc’s brow creased in pain and he exhaled a shuddering breath.

“O, God, Horatio,” the dying man whispered with a touch of irony, “What a wounded name… Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me...”

Wyatt inclined his head and Doc felt the coarse hairs of his mustache brush over his Adam’s apple. He tipped his head back with a sigh. 

“If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,” Doc’s hand settled on Wyatt’s chest and Wyatt withdrew to meet his feverish eyes, “absent thee from felicity a while... and in this harsh world, draw thy breath in pain... to tell my story.”

That reminded him. 

Wyatt carefully untangled himself from the embrace to retrieve his jacket. He reached into an inner pocket and withdrew a thin booklet. The elegant calligraphy that scrolled across the front page read My Friend Doc Holliday.

“Way ahead of you, Doc,” he smiled, his heart swelling as Doc eyed the title with curiosity and a little bit of wonder.

The moment splintered as the sick man pivoted away from Wyatt, his face and body contorting with a savage tremor that made him retch violently over the side of the bed. 

He felt something inside him rupture, dislodge, and claw its way out of his chest. Wyatt didn’t need to see the mess of blood and tissue to know it was there. When the fit finally subsided, Doc fell listlessly to the mattress with a feeble whimper. 

Wyatt’s heart bucked with dread and he sat slowly on the edge of the bed, “Doc?” 

The glassy eyes shifted in his direction, unfocused… and afraid.

“Wyatt—” he choked, his eyelids heavy as his strength waned, and he searched for Wyatt’s face through the blossoming darkness, “If you ever felt anything for me... please, go now...” 

Wyatt cursed the powers that be, and everything his puritanical Christian upbringing had beaten into him about good versus evil. Doc Holliday was as good as they come, in a sense—and yet, it seemed he was born for the sole purpose of suffering. Of all people. Everything he’d endured…

Where was the fairness in it all?

Wyatt raked his fingers through his hair, clenched them into a fist to suppress the urge to put his fist through the wall, or to pick up his forgotten whiskey glass and squeeze it until it shattered in his hand. Anything to distract him from the searing pain in his heart.

“It’s not fair,” he muttered. Hot tears threatened to fall as the excruciating powerlessness rained down upon him like a round of lead bullets. 

Take me instead, goddamnit! he begged whatever entity could hear his thoughts or would even listen to begin with. He smoothed Doc’s hair from his damp forehead, barely registering the gravelly whisper as he brushed his lips over Doc’s brow,

“There’s no such thing as fair.” 

Wyatt nodded and reluctantly got to his feet, the mattress squeaking in the otherwise stagnant room. He crossed to the door, bending to retrieve his hat, and hovered in the threshold. 

“Live for me,” the still form pleaded from the bed, stifling any protest he may have raised.

Wyatt dragged one hand through his mussed hair, the other gripping the doorframe for dear life, as though he might tumble right off the edge of the earth—if he didn't just jump. He stole a final glance over his shoulder at his friend. 

“Thanks for always being there, Doc.” 

The door creaked shut and latched behind him with soul-crushing finality. From the other side, he heard a muffled cough, followed by a heavy sigh of resolve, and the groan of the bed springs. Wyatt pressed both palms into his eyes to compose himself before taking off down the hallway. 

In the quiet street outside, with just the wind and crickets for company, Wyatt glanced up at Doc’s window. He thought he saw movement behind the threadbare curtain but wrote it off as a grief-and-whiskey-induced hallucination. 

Down the road, his stomach dropped as the bark of a revolver pierced the night. 

Goodnight, sweet prince. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

And Wyatt Earp wept.

[wayhaughtao3feed]

Mama's Girl

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mBNFxpU

by HaughtStetson

Words: 187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Original Earp-Haught Child(ren)

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mBNFxpU

[ao3-feedwayhaught]

Mama's Girl

by HaughtStetson

Words: 187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Original Earp-Haught Child(ren)

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45230509

[girl4music]

I wonder if we’ll see Mama Earp in ‘Vengeance’. I mean the reason why she left is completely irrelevant now. And there’s certain things she should know that only her daughters can tell her. It could be a possibility.

I’d like to see Megan Follows again. I thought she did great as Michelle Gibson. Put on a very convincing performance of the deadbeat mother, was hilarious as fuck and just as chaotic and crazy as Wynonna is.

What do you think guys?

Will we see her? Will they even mention her?

Maybe as part of Wynonna’s subconscious again? I guess the question is whether she deserves to show up or be acknowledged since she constantly runs out on them. She doesn’t even know Waverly’s married.

She’s that out of the loop on their lives. She’s that estranged and distant that the question is whether she deserves to come back with the rest of them.

But I’d like to see her. I won’t lie.

Maybe to make amends.

Or just to help out.

See her granddaughter.

Congratulate Waverly and Nicole.

Just to try… I think she deserves to at least try.

[wileys-russo]

mary earps, out shopping, “remind me why i agreed to have those two idiots as my other children?” (lessi and tooney)

part of the a date to remember universe m.earps II we don't know them

"do they really have to come?" mary groaned as she pulled up out front, sighing heavily as you nodded. "we've been away for nearly two weeks. they probably missed you!" you teased pinching her cheek as she mocked you under her breath.

"i missed aunty lessi and aunty tooney!" delilah piped up from the back, swinging her legs with a cheshire like grin plastered on her face. "so did I tiny. mama did too, she just thinks she's too cool to admit it." you patted your wifes shoulder who rolled her eyes.

"did you tell them we're here? we're going to be late!" mary checked her watch with a huff as you quirked an eye in amusement. "can't be late to do the shopping mama." delilah beat you to it with a giggle as you looked back proudly.

"watch it kid or you'll lose your trolley privileges." mary warned fixing your daughter with a look through the rear view mirror. "so dramatic mary!" delilah parroted your own words from this morning as you slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

though before the goalkeeper could say anything back there was knocks at her window and she jumped a half foot in the air, scowling at the smirking brunette who winked and climbed into the car.

"where's alessia? for god sakes!" mary groaned head thumping back against her headrest. "for god sakes!" delilah mocked doing the same thing as her head thumped against the back of her car seat and she only giggled as mary shot her a dirty look.

"we're still in the parrot phase." you explained to ella who nodded in understanding, a flash of blonde hair hurrying down the driveway and diving into the car. "sorry! couldn't find my other sock." alessia huffed wrestling on her shoe as mary rolled her eyes.

"see? i told you we could go away for two years and these idiots wouldn't change." mary mumbled under her breath as you squeezed her knee, the taller girl huffing and leaning across to kiss your cheek in a silent apology starting the car back up.

with the other two in the car now the time flew past as delilah caught them up on the adventures of your last two weeks away in mallorca on holiday, both girls listening attentively with oo's of wonder.

"hello children." you finally greeted them both with a hug and a smile as you arrived to the grocery store, jumping out of the car as mary ignored them both and unclipped delilah.

"whats up marys ass this mornin? she got blue balls or somethin?" ella whispered with a wink as alessia shoved her with a dissaproving shake of her head. "something like that." you chuckled, marys plans of a romantic night together now you weren't sharing a room with your daughter ruined by the daughter in question refusing to sleep in her own bed and you not making her.

"we can stop the co-sleeping tomorrow. come on baby, family cuddles!" you denied marys request to remove delilah who was already fast asleep curled into your side, your wife sighing heavily but knowing this wasn't something worth arguing.

but a restless night with little feet kicking into her ribs every ten minutes or a tiny hand smacking her cheek and wriggling around meant it was one without much sleep, meaning a very grumpy mary this morning.

"mary. baby come on, your nose is so long its almost hitting the ground." you poked at your wifes side as alessia and ella hurried off ahead, swinging delilah between them.

"only things on the list!" mary called warning the trio as alessia gave a thumbs up, handing the piece of paper to your daughter who was now happily sat in a trolley, the three of them disappearing into the aisles.

"come on earps, give us a smile." you jostled your wife as she grabbed a trolley for your own list. "not in the mood." the goalkeeper warned but made no move to let go as you slipped your hand into hers.

"well, maybe later you can get in the mood." you smiled suggestively, the taller girl looking down at you with a frown. "i didn't invite ella and less just for a catch up. if we buy them lunch and butter them up a little, i'm sure they'd love to take delilah for a sleepover tonight." you quirked an eyebrow, grinning as mary's face lit up.

"my god woman, you're a genius." mary grabbed your face, kissing all over it as you laughed. "yeah yeah tell me something i don't know. i'm offended you seem so surprised!" you poked her accusingly before starting off toward the fruit and vegetables, having given delilah all the 'fun' food knowing she'd whinge about the healthier things.

"mary!" you hissed as her hand caught your ass, your complaints swallowed by the kiss she stole with a charming smile. "it slipped." she winked, reaching over your head to grab a punnet of strawberries.

you were both almost done with your part of the list when you heard a horrendously loud crash the aisle over and winced, sharing a knowing look.

"please tell me that isn't ours." you mumbled, the pair of you slowly heading toward the source of the noise. "i can tell you but you can't get mad at me for lying." mary sighed at the sight which met you, a bright red alessia apologizing profusely to a store employee as ella wiped off delilah who was coated in flower, her own body caked with white as well.

you met alessia's eyes over the employee's shoulder, feeling mary slip her hand back into yours.

"remind me why i agreed to have those two idiots as my other children? "pretend we don't know them?" "darling you read my mind."

"oi you two get back here!"

[batllethinker]

https://www.tumblr.com/batllethinker/762986708504657921/who-are-all-of-baby-roebs-sisters-and-what-mummies?source=share

I think she also has Alex M from Lani, and then maybe Millie T from Ona (I don’t know if Ona is Millie’s mama though, just that she was her dom at United) also maybe Mary Earps

Right, I'd say that Ona is Millies mama, which technically also would add Less and Tooney, and like all of Onas utd girls (other than those three, Vilde (who's also in spain now)

[purgatoryxgifs]

Hello! AJ here! So I'm coming up with a game plan on getting back into giffing. Right here is a list that I'm going to be working on, even if it is a slow process. This will be updated as gif packs get done! If you guys have any suggestions feel free to drop suggestions!

Screencapping:

Katherine Barrell - Good Witch, Everything Christmas, Making Scents of Love, A Tale of Two Christimases, Cabin Connection, A Godwink Christmas: Miracle of Love, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance

Tim Rozon - Surreal Estate, Christmas in Wolf Creek, Spread, Calamity Jane, Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance

Melanie Scrofano - Clickbait: Unfollowed, Letterkenny, The End of S*x, Welcome to Mama's, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance

Dom Provost-Chalkley - Wynonna Earp: Vengeance

Jennifer Morrison - House MD, This is Us

Justin Hartley - This is Us, Tracker

Chad Michael Murray - Mother of the Bride, The Merry Gentlemen, Sullivan's Crossing, Christmas on Windmill Way, Toying with the Holidays, Love in Winterland, Road to Christmas, The Beach House

Damien Lewis - Billions

Malin Akerman - Billions

Tom Ellis - Lucifer

David Boreanaz - Bones, Seal Team

AJ Cook - Criminal Minds

Paget Brewster - Criminal Minds

Daniel Gillies - Saving Hope, Seal Team, Sight Unseen

Upcoming Gifs:

Katherine Barrell - Good Witch, Everything Christmas, Making Scents of Love, A Tale of Two Christimases, Cabin Connection, A Godwink Christmas: Miracle of Love, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance, Wynonna Earp (All Seasons)

Tim Rozon - Surreal Estate, Christmas in Wolf Creek, Spread, Calamity Jane, Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance, Wynonna Earp (All Seasons)

Melanie Scrofano - Clickbait: Unfollowed, Letterkenny, The End of S*x, Welcome to Mama's, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, Wynonna Earp: Vengeance, Wynonna Earp (All Seasons)

Dom Provost-Chalkley - Wynonna Earp: Vengeance, Wynonna Earp (All Seasons)

Jennifer Morrison - House MD, This is Us, Tracker, Once Upon a Time (All Seasons)

Justin Hartley - This is Us, Tracker

Josh Dallas - Manifest (All Seasons), Once Upon a Time (All Seasons)

Chad Michael Murray - Mother of the Bride, The Merry Gentlemen, Sullivan's Crossing, Christmas on Windmill Way, Toying with the Holidays, Love in Winterland, Road to Christmas, The Beach House, Camp Cold Brook, Write Before Christmas

Damien Lewis - Billions (All Seasons)

Lana Parrilla - The Lincoln Lawyer, Tax Collector, Once Upon a Time (All Seasons), Miami Medical

Malin Akerman - Billions (All Seasons)

Varun Saranga - Wynonna Earp (All Seasons)

Tom Ellis - Lucifer (All Seasons)

David Boreanaz - Bones, Seal Team

AJ Cook - Criminal Minds

Paget Brewster - Criminal Minds

Daniel Gillies - Saving Hope, Seal Team, Sight Unseen

[qnewsau]

Newcastle Pride releases 2024 festival program

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/newcastle-pride-releases-2024-festival-program/

Newcastle Pride releases 2024 festival program

The 2024 Newcastle Pride Festival is set to take place from October 11 to 27, 2024 and promises an unforgettable celebration of love, diversity, and unity.

This year’s theme, “Your Voice, Your Story,” invites everyone to share their unique experiences and join in the festivities.

Now in its fifth year, the festival promises an exciting lineup of diverse and fun events, catering to a wide range of interests and ages.

From the vibrant Newcastle Pride Parade to the electrifying POOF DOOF + DYKE DOOF afterparty, and the family-friendly Fair Day, the festival offers something for everyone.

Each event provides a unique platform for local and national performers to showcase their talents, whether it’s through drag shows, art exhibits, or creative workshops.

The festival plays a crucial role in raising awareness and promoting acceptance within the broader community, ensuring that the voices and stories of LGBTQIA+ individuals are heard and celebrated.

Festival Program

Friday, October 11

Festival Launch & Short ‘n’ Curlies – queer short film screening at Event Cinema, Kotara

Saturday, October 12

Newcastle Pride Festival Parade at Nobbys Beach

Festival Screamin’ Gay & Drag Karaoke at The Lass O’Gowrie Hotel

Sunday, October 13

Drink & Draw with Wonder Mama! At Earp Distilling Co.

Newcastle Pride Come & Try Dragon Boating Day at Newcastle Hunter Dragon Boat Club

Wednesday, October 16

Disco Bingo with the Stunning She_Needa at Carrington Bowling Club

Thursday, October 17

THE INK (WELL) at Bernie’s Bar

Friday, October 18

Labyrinth Beats! at Bernie’s Bar

SASSY KUNST Art Exhibition at The Owens Collective

Saturday, October 19

Free History Walk “Glamour and Grit” at Market Square, Hunter St

Newcastle Pride Fair Day at Gregson Park, Hamilton

POOF DOOF + DYKE DOOF – OFFICIAL AFTERPARTY! At The Newy Hotel

Sunday, October 20

Afterglow: Cocktail & Dance Party at at Bernie’s Bar

Saturday, October 26

Youth Formal at Bernie’s Bar

Gay Soiree at Bernie’s Bar

Visit newcastlepride.com.au for the full program and ticket information.

More Events:

‘Bedazzle Your Pride’ at Disability Pride Celebration 2024

First Pride Cruise taking the rainbow flag to Antarctica

Queer Christmas in July returns for 2024

Celebrate Trans Glamoré at the Stonewall

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[bandscatsandbeanies]

the holiday episode into with mama earp having decorated the house and shit omg

[wynonnatheearp]

The Earps