#new goil

[simm-mouse]

Two doodles for today. Violet again, and the two cool aunts you only get to see on holidays and your birthday

[monstroso]

women. ladies, even.

[agentchimendez]

Janice Cadillac, 28 year old goil from New Joisey, diehard fan of Glass Joe

Voice claim: Rachel Chagall (Val Toriello from The Nanny)

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Newsies Goil

“Dat goil over there s called Emma.” Jack says pointing her out to Racetrack.

The newsie goil was far better than that bitch Sarah, who fooled CowBoy and then cheated on him.

“I’s love you.” Emma said and Jack smiled at her.

“I love that you’se a Newsie Goil. Dat’s so much better than Sarah. I’s love you too.”

Too show his love, Jack begins to serenade her.

“Wow.” She says. “I never knew you could play the piano.

“I’m full of surprises.” Jack says back with a wink. “Did you know that I have enough money for a wedding. You can get a dress and be the prettiest goil there.”

“I don’t wanna wear a dress.” She says frowning. “Those are so girly.”

Jack laughs and keeps singing Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

“Yous is right bout dat.” He says. “That’s like you wearing make up.”

They both laugh at his joke as they both know she doesn’t wear make up like Sarah to try and impress the boys. Her face is naturally pale and flawless with her green eyes bright even with no mascara.

She watches intensely as Jack keeps playing the piano. He must still be sad about Sarah cheating on him with Blink and Skittery two separate times she thinks, because how much emotion he puts into the song as his eyes tear up.

Tears start to stream down his cheeks as he sings about ice in her soul and Emma wants to hug him.

Her raven black hair covers her face as she looks down. She likes to stand like this so no one can see how ugly she is although she always has boys chasing her. She doesn’t understand why.

Jack finishes his song and she doesn’t look up.

“I won’t cheat on you like dat bitch Sarah.”

“I trust you.” Jack says and they kiss.

Jack goes home to tell davey and the other boys that he’s in love.

Emma is about to leave to but then she spots a man in the corner. One she never thought she’d see again.

Morris Delancey. A bully of the newsies.

She quickly tucked her hair under her hat to disguise herself as a boy again like she did for a year, it always helped her sell the most papers when she pretended to be a boy, especially because there were no goil newsies.

she was surprised when Morris started to cry.

“What’s wrong.” She asked trying to keep her voice low to disguise she was a girl, it was difficult because her long eyelashes could give her away so she had to disguise everything good.

“I don’t need no help from a newsie.” Morris says but his eyes are sad.

She hates him for hurting her friends but she feels bad for him also.

She decides to help him because if she wanted to she could beat him in a fight. She would take the chance at talk to him.

She did it last week when he had made a comment at Jack, the love of her life. She had punched his r face and broke his nose and was too fast for him.

“Even delanceys can get sad.” She says as comfort and he nods. “What’s wrong.”

“Ise in love with the prettiest girl I ever seen with raven black hair and green eyes. She’s 4 ft 5 inches but she disappeared before I could tell her I love her.”

Emma gasps. There’s no way he can be talking about her can he??

But she is that short she thinks. She always needs Mush’s help to climb into her bunk and reach things cause she’s too tiny.

It’s hard being the only news goil.

——-

Pops head up from behind walls

Waves. Hi guys sorry it’s been a few months-

Spot: a few months! Dat ain’t good enough goil the people was waiting

Me: I knowwwww

Didn’t watch newsies for a bit

Jack, looking offended but ripped: I thought you loved me

(My eyes tear up) ignore him!!

Anyway I’m back in newsies now and the next chapter is comingsooooon

Spot: (rolls his eyes)

Me: hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me! I could kill you off.

(Takes deep breath and smooths out shirt)

*anyway* should be back with the next update soon!!

Rawr XD (rolls out on mini convertible)

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 3: Let’s Dance (Riff x newcomer)

I finish cleaning up my sad attempts to make dinner and then go to freshen up when I hear a knock on the door.

“Riff, if that’s you I’m gonna rip your arms off-!” I hiss as I yank the door open, only to find a dark blue swing dress with a note attached to it.

Marilyn,

Anita made this for you! She wants you to show those Jets who’s boss! See you at the dance!

Maria :)

A smile grows on my face as I take the gorgeous blue dress inside. There’s a dotted pattern on the skirt and low-cut bodice, and like my other new dress it’s very flowy. I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to repay Anita for this! I slip it on with a tulle petticoat and twirl in front-a the tiny bathroom mirror. After some makeup and a halfway-decent hairstyling I think I’m ready, and I almost feel too dressed up. Back in the country, simply wear’n a dress with no mud spots on it was fancy enough, but I know city folks got higher standards.

As I head out I remember that I’ve got no clue where this place is, so I decide to go with my intuition and follow a group-a dressed up Puerto Ricans to a school. I wish I could go to school, but since I gotta pay rent there’s no use try’n to squeeze in time.

Inside I can already hear blare’n swing music and the sound-a lots-a people talk’n and laugh’n. I stick to the wall and scope the gym out, noticing that the Sharks and Jets have divided the room.

“Marilyn!”Maria rushes up, dressed in white, and engulfs me in a hug. “You came! And you look wonderful!”

“Of course she does!” Anita walks up, she herself wear’n a black and red dress.

“I must admit, amor- this it definitely the best dress you’ve made.” Bernardo smirks. “Sorry about earlier, chica. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

I wave it off. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m new here same as you, more water under the bridge. I haven’t been to a dance in months, so let’s dance!”

We group together and walk onto the dance floor, and I notice that Anita and Bernardo take no regard for the line separating the Sharks and Jets. I feel awkward just stand’n here by myself, so I just stay off to the side.

“Hey! Ya made it!”

Mouthpiece runs up with a big smile on his face. “How’re ya supposed to dance when you’re tucked away in the corner? Come dance!” He takes my hand and starts lead’n me to the center-a the room.

“Uh I donno, Mouthpiece. Everybody here’s dancing so intense, and back home we’ve never had social events like this-”

“Just relax! Have fun!” Mouthpiece jerks my arm and sends me falling towards the floor, only to scoop me back up and twirl me around.

“Aw- oh- Oh my God!” I cry as he lifts me up. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m dancing with a pretty goil!” He grins as he twirls me again.

I chuckle sarcastically. “You’re too kind, Mouth!”

“That your new nickname for me?”

“No, it’s just that you can sometimes have a big mouth.”

“Aw!” He dramatically clutches his chest. “I’m scarred beyond repair!”

“Get over it!” I playfully push him and he takes me in for anodda dip.

“I’ll take over from here.”

We both turn and see Riff standing next to us with an amused smirk on his face.

“Jeez, boss. We just got started,” Mouthpiece whines.

“I’m sure Velma wants a fella to dance with,” Riff waves him off. Mouthpiece leaves after giving me a quick look of apology. Now Riff turns to me and offers a hand.

I put my hands on my hips. “Why on Earth would I dance with you after that? Mouthpiece invited me to a nice dance, and now you come here all high-and-mighty try’n to cut in!”

“I just wanna get to know the new goil in town. C’mon, ya won’t regret it!” He winks.

Cautiously, I look around and spot Grazi with anodda Jet.

“Won’t your goil get jealous?”

Riff follows my gaze. “Grazi? Nah, Diesel’s keep’n her company. Right now I’m all yours.”

I give him one more skeptical look, then roll my eyes in defeat. “Fine.”

He takes my waist, a lot more snug than Mouthpiece I might add, and starts waltz’n us all over the room.

“Took a while to find ya! You been look’n for me?”

“When I came I expected to find the leader of a stubborn gang.” I shrug.

He laughs. “Oh really?”

I give a devious smirk. “I’ve been trying to find him, but all I can see is a cleaned-up Jet boy.”

“Ey! Get away from her!” Bernardo comes up and shoves Riff away from me.

“You got a problem, amigo?” The Jets leader pushes Bernardo and they both start circle’n each odda.

“Guys, just stop it!” I try to break them up but it’s no use.

“She’s with us, punk!”

“That’s funny ‘cause last I checked she was meet’n with us!”

“Guys!!” I get in-between them and they seem to remember I’m still there. “I’m here for everyone! Can you guys just go ten minutes without fighting?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Everybody please calm down!” A chaperone comes up to stand in the middle of the Jets and Sharks mob. “There are beautiful goils here that wanna dance, can’t we all just get along?” He goes to talk more about social rules, but then-

“There you are!” Anita comes over and yanks me over towards Maria on the sidelines. “What are you doing? I suggest you stay with Maria and Chino until this mess gets settled.”

Maria huffs. “Anita! We want to dance!”

Anita shakes her head as she heads back to dance with Bernardo. “You can, away from the Jets!”

I sulk in the corner as a massive dance-fight takes place: Sharks vs Jets.

“¡Oye, Javi! Ponle fuego, ¡vamos!” Anita shouts.

Maria and Chino eventually join in, but me being alone leaves me awkwardly pacing back and forth.

“Mambo!”

“Mambo!”

“Go!”

As I watch the dance break out, I can’t help but be a little bit jealous of Riff ‘nd Grazi. She looks like she’s having so much fun, but Riff seems… distracted. He keeps look’n at Bernardo, and Bernardo keeps look’n at Riff. I gotta say- he ain’t a sight for sore eyes. I can understand why Grazi keeps him so close, and can’t help but feel sad that I don’t got no fella to call my own.

I make my way to the back, but then Riff seems to recognize someone next to me. He leads Grazi over, leaving me to stiffly loiter around and stare at the ground.

“Tony! Ya made it! I knew you’d come!” Riff beams with joy. He pulls me forward and gestures to a tall, dark, and handsome guy. “Marilyn, this here’s Tony. One-a the Jets’ founding members and my best friend! Tony-” He gestures to me. “This is Marilyn Jackson. Just moved here from upstate, so we’s make’n her feel welcome.”

Tony shakes my hand. “Pleasure to meet ya! I’d ask ya to dance but I promised my parole offer I wouldn’t get too involved with social events. I only came ‘cause Riff said I would-”

“And ya still came!” Riff smiles.

Tony gives him a glare. “Only for half an hour. I’s here for you, not to cause a rumble!”

Riff shrugs. “Ya can’t back outta this, buddy boy. Soon as the coast is clear we’s meet’n the Sharks to set it up.”

My face twists to a confused expression. “What’s a rumble-?”

“C’mon Riff, let’s dance!” Grazi grasps Riff’s wrist and pulls him back to the crowd, leaving me with Tony.

“Is he always this reckless?’ I ask.

He sighs. “Ever since we was kids. I was the one to hold him back, but since I’s been gone I fear that Riff’s been get’n outta hand.” He looks around the gym, then says: “I think I’m just gonna drift around ‘nd make sure the Jets play fair, if ya get my drift? You go on ahead- enjoy yourself!”

I go back to watching everyone jive and dance, and wondering what other odd characters I’m gonna meet in this city. I’m already caught between 2 gangs- what else is in store for Miss Jackson?

“You wanna dance, buddy boy?” I hear Riff jab- most likely at Bernardo.

Uh-oh.

I try to get closer to the clump-a angry dancers, but the chaperones and policemen are block’n my path. Once I do make it through, an argument’s already panning out.

“But I wanna dance! Riff, you said we could dance!” Grazi wines.

“I know, I know doll. Lemme just-”

“No! I’m sick-a this!” She shoves him and storms past, but then turns back. “We’re through!” She glares at me. “He’s your problem now!”

I just stare wide-eyed as people around me begin to argue, until Anita comes over and guides me into the hallway.

“Come, chica. This is no place for a young lady.”

I shake my head. “Is it always like this? Stupid gangs ruining social events?”

Anita nods. “I’m afraid so. All we can do is try to calm them down when it’s over.”

She goes off to the bathroom to fix her makeup, while I go sit next to Maria in the hallway. But she seems… distant.

“Maria? Are you ok?”

She nods, but then seems to rethink and shakes her head.

“Maria, what’s wrong?”

“I- I danced with a Jet boy,” she whispers. “And… I think I like him.”

I frown. “Who?”

“I think his name is Tony?”

“Oh, Riff’s friend! I kinda know him, he seems nice. What’s wrong with that?”

“Because Bernardo hates him! He hates all the Jets.”

I notice Tony walk up with Riff and the odda Jets as they go off with the Sharks.

Anita huffs. “Come, Maria. We’ve had enough drama for one night, so let’s head home. You coming, Marilyn?”

I look back and forth between the Jets that are still present and Anita. “Sorry Anita, but I’m gonna stay a bit longer and keep the guys in-check. You go on and get home safely.”

She nods and starts guiding Maria away, leaving me standing next to Tony.

“Buenas noches, Marilyn!”

“G’night, Maria!” I call back.

“Maria? Maria…” I see Tony get a dazed look in his eyes.

I wave a hand in front of him. “Uh, Tony? Earth-to-Tony? Ya with us?”

He blinks. “Marilyn? Have you ever heard-a luv at foist sight?”

“Uhh,” My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “Kinda?”

Tony gives a dopey smile. “Then I think I’m in luv! Marilyn, I just kissed the most beautiful goil I’ve ever met, and her name’s Maria!”

I gasp. “Maria? You mean my neighbor, Maria?”

“She’s your neighbor? Wow, you’re lucky!”

“She was just talk’n ‘bout you!” I hiss, look’n around to make sure nobody’s listen’n.

Tony gawks at me. “She was? What’d she say?!”

“I ain’t gonna be spill’n gossip- it’s just plain evil!” I cross my arms.

“Aw, c’mon Marilyn! Please! Does she luv me back? Did she like dance’n with me?” His smile fades. “Or- or does she hate me, and never wanna see me again…?”

I hold my hand up to steady the poor guy. “Alright, alright, fine! She luvs ya! Just don’t go have’n a meltdown on me! I got enough emotional baggage as it is!”

Tony’s face looks as if he’s been born again. “In that case, I’m gonna go find her!”

He starts off towards the exit, leaving me nearly speechless.

“Tony- Tony! Ya can’t just track her down! That’s creepy-!”

But it’s too late. Tony’s already head-over-heels and is out the door.

“Marilyn!”

Riff, now look’n more smug than ever, strides up. “Where’s Tony? He's gonna miss the meeting.”

I point to the door. “Just missed ‘im.”

Riff shrugs. “Guess I’ll have to fill him in later. Right now I gotta go meet with Bernardo.”

“Ay ay! Leave her alone!” Anita comes up and waves him off. She leads me away, but not before I look back one more time and see Riff air-kiss me goodbye.

As he turns to leave, Anita scrunches her face. “I suggest you stay away from that Jet boy- Riff. He’s no good for you. I’m going to tell Maria the same thing about her Jet boy- they’re all the same.”

“Tony’s not. He’s not like them, and he wants noth’n to do with the Jets. He’s only here because he’s their friend.”

“Once a Jet, always a Jet,” Antia argues as Bernardo strolls up to us. “Hola, mi amor! I left Maria with Chino.” She points at me. “And came back for you because Bernardo said he just scheduled a rumble for tomorrow night, and I do not want you around those Jets!” She walks off again, and that word keeps ringing in my head.

“A- A what?” I frown. “I’ve heard that word before… Riff mentioned it…”

Bernardo nods. “It’s a rumble, señorita. An all-out fight between gangs when only one comes out on top. We just planned out with the Jets for tomorrow night, so I suggest you stay in unless you want trouble.”

Bernardo storms outta the room with Anita, leaving me alone to think over this idea until Mouthpiece finds me again.

“Hey! I lost ya! Where’ve ya been?”

“Do you know about the rumble?” I ask darkly.

Mouthpiece opens his mouth, then shuts it again. “Who told you?”

“Bernardo.”

He scoffs. “Figures some PR would tell ya.”

“Is it really that bad?” My voice is uneven.

He avoids my gaze and nods. “Yeah, it can get pretty bad. That’s the reason Tony got locked up ‘cause he nearly beat a kid to death last year.”

My hand flies to my mouth. “Death? Mouthpiece… I don’t want anyone to die, is there any way to settle this without fighting?”

He smiles a little. “Ya worried ‘bout me, doll?”

“I’m serious! None-a you deserve to die! I could talk to Bernardo, he might call it off…”

“Fat chance.”

I roll my eyes. “What ‘bout Riff? If I could talk to him-”

“Ask and ye shall receive.” Riff strolls in, leans against the wall, and motions for Mouthpiece to leave. “Ya look’n for me, beautiful?”

I storm up to him and poke a finger at his chest.

“So. Tonight was all a ruse to plan a fight. And all for what? Territory? Because Tony danced with Maria?”

“That’s the broad’s name?” Riff asks with a scrunched face.

I smack him and start to breathe heavily.

“I was right. The rough gang leader was here tonight- a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You should be ashamed of yourself. They have every right to be here, same as you!”

Fed up with this, I storm off outta the gym and into an alley, all the while ignoring the faint calls from the aggravating Jet leader.

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023: Day 27 - Old fears or New Understandings

Posting this a day early. This is a crack fic that has been floating around in my head. Featuring Toki and Charles having a really absurd conversation. Based on the meme at the end.

After the whole incident going to the wine tasting in France, Toki didn’t feel as comfortable asking his band mates about wine pairings. Not that he ever expected to need to know anything about wine. But he had been putting more thought into the ways that he could be fancy around women, and he had a feeling Charles could help answer some questions that he had.

Toki saw that Charles’ door was opened and he walked just inside the office, “Charles?”

Charles looked up from his desk to see Toki standing in the doorway to his office, “Yes Toki, how can I ah help you?”

“You knows abouts wines and what foods goes good with them?”

“Yes, Toki, I’m not a sommelier, but I know enough. What were you wondering about?”

With a completely serious expression on his face, Toki asked, “What ams the best wines what would go with eating ass?”

Charles blinked slowly, a rare smirk appearing on his lips, “Toki, could you ah, repeat that? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“I wanteds to know what kinds of wine woulds pairs with eating ass. You know, in case a goils wanted to be fancy.”

Charles’ smirk didn’t leave his face. He did happen to know the answer to that question, and he was going to have to answer Toki, but good god, this was not what he expected today. “It just so happens that I have the answer to that. I’ll ah, show you which ones are best in the wine cellar.” He really should learn to stop hoping for normal days.

[sluttylittlenewsboy]

Fictober 3: Sprace

Prompt: "Okay, show me"

Summery: Race has recently discovered her identity as a trans woman and Spot could not be more supportive

TW: None

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Spot sat on him and Race's bed with his eyes covered. Race had made sure that he had them covered.

Race was in the bathroom doing her makeup to match her new dress. She has on a sparkly red cocktail dress that barely covered her at all.

She did red and black smokey eyes with pink blush, red lipstick, and dramatic fake lashes. She was beautiful.

She examined herself in the mirror for a moment. She quickly added her devil horn headband and decided she was ready for Spot to see her.

"I think I's ready, Spotty!" She called.

"Okay, show me!" Spot answered.

Race walked out, and Spot was absolutely astonished.

"Holy shit Racer, you's the most beautiful goil in the whole woild!"

Race giggled.

The two then spent the rest of the night at Jack's Halloween party.

[lexiemalfoy]

Draco malfoy x reader (part 1)

Summary: You had just started your fifth year at Hogwarts. You're in Slytherin house and have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

You were walking through an empty corridor. On your way to charms class when someone came up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder. "Your late silly, as per usual" said Draco with a smirk on his face. "I know I am thank you. " You sneered. His smirk grew. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were in a bad mood today," you glared at him. "I don't suppose you have an excuse prepared for professor Flitwick when he asks why you were late?" He laughed. "I do actually, I'm going to say that I had to take a first year to the hospital wing." You said quite proud of you excuse. "Well I was going to say the same thing as you but I think he will see right through me considering I bully first yeas not help them." He started to think of a different excuse. "You know I could just say you came with me because you were walking with me anyway." "I suppose that sounds believable but what happened to the first year?" I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. "Well I guess they fell down the stairs and twisted they're ankle or something." You said not putting much though into it. "Yeah we can say I pushed them as a joke." "Draco we are not saying that!" You sayed sternly. "Fine but could we say I bumped into them and they fell?" He asked. I didn't answer. Why is he so desperate for the teacher to know he hurt a first year? You thought. I was quite confused about that but as I thought I remembered what happened yesterday.

Yesterday Draco Crabb and Goile were bullying some first years by the black lake. Draco's father had told him to get close with Pansy Parkinson in hopes that in the future they might get married and pansy being a from a pure blood family was the perfect choice. The only thing was Draco didn't like her like that. He had a crush on someone else. You were also quite annoyed at this because for as you have known Draco you have had a big crush on him but have never been brave enough to tell him.

"y/n are you going to answer me or just ignore me?" Draco said in a irritated tone. He hated being ignored especially by you. "Sorry what did you say?" You said remembering where you were. "Never mind." He said looking a bit upset about you ignoring him. When we arrived at the classroom door I turned to. "Do you really like Pansy or are you just doing it because of your dad?" You questioned. It was probably the most random time to say it but you did and you couldn't take it back now. "I like someone but it's not Parkinson." He whispered low in your ear. You blushed slightly but tried not to let show it. He opened the classroom door and everyone turned to look at you. "We're might you two have been?" Professor Flitwick asked suspiciously. "We were taking a first year to the hospital wing." Draco said in a confident voice. "Well you can sit at the two seats up at the back. Of course you had to sit together Pansy turned and smiled at Draco which made me feel sick to my stomach. Draco didn't look at her and continued to talk to me much to the disappointment of Pansy. The class was getting very boring and you let your mind wonder and you remembered what Draco had said to you before come into the classroom. Does he like me back? You thought. No, he couldn't, he would never like me. you thought to your self. I mean why would he I'm just...me. It was your last lesson of the day so after class you went straight to your dorm were you found a small pink box on your bedside table. There was a note next to it. You picked it up and read it: Meet me at the black lake, Draco x. You opened the box inside was a a ring with a large green gemstone in the center. It was beautiful.

You put it down and got changed. You put it on and headed to the black lake. As you made your way down to the black lake you saw Draco sitting under a large tree leaning on it's truck. His eyes were closed but new he wasn't really asleep. You sat down next to him. He opened his eyes and looked at you. He smiled, you smiled back.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 544, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Happy New Year, goils!

WORDS: 1197

“Flooting lan lan, Eor tail, Dum Dum fetter, Tink Bell wings, pwetty flower, app app, shoo, spin spin, map cor mir mirs, hon hon pot, baoon house, wand, snoofake, ice scate, bow aroow, pwetty flower, drag drag, leaf, castle!” giggled Baby Tommy as he played with my Disney charm bracelet tattoo that was wrapped around my left wrist.

“Yes, that’s right!” I cooed at the chubby little man in my lap, Baby Noah toddling up to us. “Oh, look at who’s here- did you by to say hello?”

“Hihi Baa bee Nono!” Baby Tommy chirped happily, sliding out of my lap.

“Baa bee Tomm Tomm, wesies taksies walksies walks?” he asked, taking his older cousin’s hand and the both of the bopping off to go on a little adventure in the backyard.

“Mommy?” I stood and went over to where Elizabeth was standing at the backdoor with an anxious look on her face. “Jonathan and Priscilla are out front.”

An ugly expression overtook my face as I stood and stormed inside the house, wondering what in the name of Saint Barnabas my sperm doner and his whore of a wife were doing back at my home again.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snarled at the two the second I met them at the front, balling my fist so tightly that I felt my fingernails drawing blood. “The both of you are not welcomed here.”

“Mary Claire, wonderful to see you again, my dear.” Jonathan nodded at me as he held Priscilla close to him. the blonde’s face wearing an ugly expression plastered across it as she very clearly sulked. “How have you and Peter been doing?”

“Fucking terrific, until you two dumb ass fuckers showed up.” I sent the two of them an irritated glare. “Now what the fuck do you want?”

“Mary Claire Bradley, don’t you dare use that kind of language with us.” Jonathan tried to establish his long since abolished right as my elder.

“Well then- fuck the ever fucking fuck off,” I snarled dangerously. “NOW.”

“Well, I don’t quite like your language, young lady,” he said, Priscila shooting me a nasty smile.

“You are not welcomed here, now get off the property before I remove you by force.”

I relaxed once my husband joined us- he had been up in little girl’s nursery, changing the triplets’ diapers. He stepped out in front of me, gently nudging me behind him as he loomed up in front of the two trespassers.

“NOW.”

I didn’t have to look to see the look of pissed rage on his handsomely bearded face, his body positioning practically screaming GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND.

But still, Jonathan acted like an idiot.

“Ah, Peter, my boy!” he greeted my pissed off husband. “Prissy and I both heard through the grapevine that the Bradley family has newcomers- triplets, none the less! So my wife and I both took it upon ourselves to come on by with gifts and I have some advice for you-”

Peter tugged me inside the house and loudly shut the door in their faces, breathing heavily as he forced himself not to break anything.

“Hey MC, Elizabeth told us to help you,” Frank announced as he and my older six older brother wandered in from the party out in the backyard. Adam was wearing three party hats on his head, Daniel paused long enough to rap three times into the doorframe and Caleb was cradling his sleeping nephew. Gideon was carrying two of the three triplets while Benjamin was cradling the other baby. “What’s going on?”

“Jonathan and Priscila are out front, being buttheads,” I announced, not missing the look that the seven of them exchanged. “As per usual.”

“Hey, do you need us to go out and do damage control?” Adam asked as he sent the front door a withering glare.

“Oh no, please don’t,” I begged them. “Hopefully, they’ll get the hint that they are not invited soon enough.”

“Presuming that they even got any brains left in them!” Frank grumbled as he followed me back out into the backyard.

“Mama Wen Wen! Mama Wen Wen!” little girl screeched as she barreled into my legs, wrapping her arms tightly around my knees. “Time for cakesies?”

I took my cell phone out from my back pocket to glance at the time.

3:49 PM

“Heyn James? Aaron?” I called out- James had been playing a rather rambunctious game of duck-duck-goose with the kids and his husband had been sitting with an ice bag to his knee, which he pulled a few weeks ago while down at the batting range getting ready for the 2027 baseball season. “Little girl wants to know if it’s time for cake yet?”

“It’s fine by- YEEPS!” James yelped as an ambush of babies swarmed him, knocking him down into the grass before jumped on his fallen body with gleeful cackles.

“What James said!” Aaron laughed, summoning everyone to the army of frosted cupcakes that covered the concussion table.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!”

“Yay yay!” cheered Baby Tommy, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with Baby Noah copying him. “Yay yay!”

“Let’s make a wish!” I urged little girl, the both of us blowing out our assigned cupcuakes- mine was had pretty turquoise frosting and was wrapped in a royal blue wrapper while little girl had cupcakes that were frosted with purple and were bundled in green wrappers. I had baked enough for everyone to have multiples, knowing that Peter would probably devour at least sixteen.

“Mama Wen Wen?” I turned me face to smile at my daughter, a shocked yell fluttering out past my lips as she smashed a cupcake onto my face.

“Little girl!”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

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On 16th June 1947 the Paddle Steamer Waverley made her maiden voyage.

The first photograph was taken 76 years ago today It shows the brand new Paddle Steamer Waverley approaching Dunoon for the second time in her long career. Having left her base at Craigendoran at 08:45 that morning she took the service run down to Rothesay, coming back up as far as Dunoon. 

Thereafter, she carried on northwards into Loch Long and Loch Goil to make her maiden calls at Lochgoilhead and Arrochar. At the latter pier passengers could disembark and connect with the Loch Lomond paddle steamers at Tarbet. As a result this service was called the ‘Three Lochs Tour’ and it was this route more than any other that was the raison-d'etre of P.S. Waverley, the last in a very, very long line of Clyde paddle steamers.

Built in 1946 by A & J Inglis, the Waverley, named for Sir Walter Scott’s novel of the same name, was launched on 2nd October 1946 and saw her trials over the Skelmorlie Measured Mile in early June 1947 with full bunkers and water tanks and added weight sufficient to simulate a 50% maximum passenger load.

She was given a celebratory send off with a piper in Glasgow before retracing her first voyage.

The Waverley is the last remaining sea-going paddle steamer in the world, and is part of the National Historic Fleet as a ‘vessel of pre-eminent national importance’.

She was in danger of being decommissioned in the early Seventies, but in 1974 she was bought by enthusiasts from the Paddle Steamer Preservation Society (PSPS) for the bargain price of just one pound from her then-owners Caledonian MacBrayne.

She underwent a major rebuild between 2000 and 2003, and passengers can still go ‘doon the watter’ on the Clyde from Glasgow to Dunoon and the isles of Bute and Arran during the summer months.

The vessel only sailed for two weeks last year due to the pandemic and a crash at Brodick in which 24 of the 239 passengers and crew were injured. She has suffered a number of previous incidents including a serve grounding that badly damaged her in 1977 as well as hitting a breakwater in 2009 and a similar accident hitting another dock in 2017.

It was announced a man who had been on board when it ploughed into the pier on Arran had received a five-figure pay-out after suffering a broken arm - one of three out of court settlements. An undisclosed number of other cases are still being pursued.

And although the world has certainly changed around the Waverley, the experience of stepping aboard and being charmed by the ship and the sights of Scotland’s west coast remains more or less the same, 75 years on.

The Waverley is far from immune to the record high fuel prices across the UK, meaning the paddle steamer racks up a huge bill every day she sails, sparking concerns for the years ahead.

The Waverley is touring on the South West Coast of England just now but to find out when she returns home and lots more about the Waverley and how you can sail doon the watter this summer, you can visit the Waverley website here.

[corhore]

I'm surprised you haven't done that new Barbie meme with Harley and Power Girl.

Also how are things going, chad?

You just have me my next render idea anon.

And yeah everythings going fine. Started dating a cute goil.

[snobgoblin]

Last night I had a like I don’t know how to explain it, like a dream but my mind is half awake half not? Anyways, about a reality TV show about Ace and the gangreen gang and how Ace got from the powerpuff girls to Gorillaz and apparently he disliked the reboot but it was “fun to bully these new powerpuff goils”

YESYYEEYYSYSYESS OH I would kill for a show like that... thinking about how he dislikes the reboot mostly bc they changed his Totally Awesome Design and made him look like a dork

[ghanashowbizonline]

Sports Today - Ghana FA supports Women’s Premier League clubs with Goil GOCard to alleviate transportation cost

Ghana Sports Today; bringing you all trending sports news as it happens. Get daily comprehensive summary of the recent sports – football news that have rocked the online scene. Check out the news below. Goil filling station The Ghana Football Association (GFA) has supported all clubs competing in the 2023/24 Ghana Women’s Premier League with Goil GOCard. This will allow clubs in the Southern…

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Africa Bitumen Market Is Estimated To Witness High Growth Owing To Increasing Infrastructure Development

The Africa Bitumen Market is estimated to be valued at US$418.71 Mn in 2020 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 5.3% over the forecast period 2021-2028, as highlighted in a new report published by Coherent Market Insights. Market Overview: Bitumen is a sticky, black, and highly viscous liquid or semi-solid form of petroleum. It is primarily used as a binder in road construction and waterproofing applications. The Africa Bitumen Market is witnessing high growth due to increasing infrastructure development in the region. The need for advanced road networks, airport runways, and waterproofing solutions has boosted the demand for bitumen in Africa. Bitumen provides excellent adhesive properties, durability, and resistance to weathering, making it an ideal choice for road construction. Market Key Trends: One key trend in the Africa Bitumen Market is the adoption of modified bitumen for road construction. Modified bitumen is a blend of bitumen and additives that enhance its performance and improve its quality. These additives can include polymers, such as styrene-butadiene-styrene (SBS) or ethylene-vinyl acetate (EVA), which improve the elasticity, flexibility, and resistance of bitumen. Modified bitumen offers better resistance to cracking, rutting, and aging, leading to longer-lasting road surfaces. For example, in South Africa, the South African National Roads Agency Limited (SANRAL) has incorporated modified bitumen in road construction projects to enhance the durability and performance of roads. PEST Analysis: - Political: The political stability of a country is essential for infrastructure development projects, including road construction. Political instability can lead to delays and disruptions in project execution. - Economic: Economic growth and investment in infrastructure drive the demand for bitumen in Africa. Growing economies and urbanization create a need for improved transportation networks and infrastructure facilities. - Social: The growing population and increasing urbanization in Africa are driving the demand for improved road networks and infrastructure facilities. Better road connectivity improves accessibility, reduces travel time, and enhances socio-economic development. - Technological: Technological advancements in the production and application of bitumen are driving market growth. The development of modified bitumen and innovative techniques for road construction enhance the durability and performance of roads. Key Takeaways: - The Africa Bitumen Market Growth is expected to witness high growth, exhibiting a CAGR of 5.3% over the forecast period, due to increasing infrastructure development in the region. - In terms of regional analysis, North Africa is expected to be the fastest-growing and dominating region in the Africa Bitumen Market. The region is witnessing significant investments in road infrastructure, including the construction of new highways and expressways. - Key players operating in the Africa Bitumen Market include Exxon Mobil Corporation, Royal Dutch Shell Plc., RAHA Bitumen, Inc., Tekfalt Binders (Pty) Ltd., SprayPave, Indian Oil Corporation Ltd., GOIL Company Limited, Wabeco Petroleum Ltd., Tiger Bitumen, and Richmond Group. These players focus on strategic partnerships, product innovations, and expansion strategies to gain a competitive edge in the market. In conclusion, the Africa Bitumen Market is expected to grow significantly due to increasing infrastructure development in the region. The adoption of modified bitumen for road construction and advancements in technology are key trends driving market growth. With the fastest-growing and dominating region being North Africa, key players in the market continue to strategize and innovate to stay competitive in this growing market.

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Stop The Press (Spot Colon x Female Newsie) Masterlist Part I 🗞️

Basic summary: Jack Kelly's sister meets Spot Colon and her over-protective brother isn't so keen on her getting to know the King of Brooklyn. (BTW there’s LOTS of spelling errors due to me attempting to write a NY accent! Finally decided to make this into a masterlist)