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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Regular: Part 1 - Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re a dancer at a club, but that doesn’t mean you have to put on a show for everyone. Especially not if Geto’s paying.

word count: 2.6K

tw: nudity, small nsfw thoughts

Lipstick? Check.

Eyeshadow? Check.

Eyelashes? Check.

The eyes that stare back at you are your own, but for a minute, you’re lost in your own brown, doe-eyed gaze. Transfixed, you wish you could see what they saw when they looked at you. You wish someone would fix every mirror in your vicinity to display the person people thought you were. Maybe then you’d understand.

“Y/n!” The manager of the club - Mrs. Lampton - bursts through the dressing room door eagerly, pushing against the weighted frame with ease. “We have a lot of new faces out there. Are you ready to go on in ten?” The look in Mrs. Lampton’s eyes had never been brighter, and you blink at her twice, wondering if the woman had forgotten that you walked into the strip club without coercion, and you would do your job just the same.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” The rhetorical question makes Mrs. Lampton laugh, her amusement ringing out in the mostly empty dressing room.

“You’re funny, girl. I’ll make sure they play your favorite songs.” Without another word, she leaves, and you’re alone again, placing a single pastie on each nipple. New faces…

You hadn’t seen very many new people in the club since you’d been hired three months ago. It was always the same four men that came to see you during your weekday four o’clock shift, and a mix of the same faces during your ten o’clock dance on Friday evenings, when the club was full of men looking for an escape between the valley of your B-cups.

There was Aiko, the man who had completely given up on love and decided to get his affection from you when he got paid every two weeks with a simple lap dance. Then you helped Kohi with his fantasies: he had admitted to you that he could only fuck his girlfriend with his eyes closed and couldn’t think of anyone else except the girls in the club, you especially. Takeru was no different, just a little more handsy than you had originally expected when allowing him into the VIP room. And finally, you had the pleasure of meeting a new regular named Yuma just last month. Yuma was young, bright-eyed, and had a carefree attitude that also affected his wallet. Out of the four, he was the best tipper and admittedly, the sweetest… but those were your only four regulars.

The rest of the dancers at the club had at least enough regulars to count on both hands, but you were stuck with the smallest group. As such, you were given the shittiest shift, but you didn’t mind. The pay was enough to make up for rent and some extra expenses, but during the day, you were dedicated to working with your aunt in her flower shop.

You saw an array of men there, too, and the regulars there were almost as frequent as the ones here. Thankfully, this club was on the other side of town - the richer side - and you would go unnoticed in your ink black wig and heavy makeup in the dim lights.

You adjust your garters in the mirror, and slide the matching black lace bra over your pasty covered breasts. Tonight, there are new customers, and one of the new faces might potentially become a regular. Your regular.

You swing the door open and walk through the blue-lighted hallway to the carpeted space before the stage steps, watching the girl before you - a tall, thin blonde named Hannah - slide down the pole upside down, earning a few cheers from the gathered crowd. You don’t get to see her finish due to the obstructed view as you gather your towel and spray it with rubbing alcohol, but you do hear the DJ call her name as she exits. Hannah brushes past you without speaking, shaking her head at the wad of cash and solid red bra in her hands.

“Slow night?” you ask, and she turns around to face you, her blonde braid swinging over her shoulder. She raises a brow and then - in a rare show of kindness - mumbles:

“There’s a real spender in that crowd, but he wants nothing to do with me. Watch out for those blue eyes; they’re really distracting.” You whip your head back to look at the pole, your fingers tightening around the damp terry cloth. When you look back, Hannah is disappearing into the dressing room, too far gone to ask about the blue eyes comment.

Barefoot, you step up the stairs, and the DJ croons, “Next up is our loveliest newbie, y/n…” A slow song begins as you work your way around the pole with your towel, cleaning off any and all dirt and grime left behind from the previous girls with seduction. It was simple, really: twirling your hips and dancing around the pole was enough to make even the most stoic man soften. You were every man’s fantasy in that moment: a cleaning whore. When you finish your work, you find the cold, slick surface of the spin pole, and work your way up, feeling the pressure against the tops of your bare feet. It wasn’t unusual for you to leave with slightly bruised ankles or a “pole kiss” at your thigh. But it was all worth the extra money. Bruises faded away. Bills did not.

When you invert and grab the pole behind you, there is a sense of calm as you spin around like a siren, looking for the infamous blue eyes. It isn’t until you’re back on the floor that you see them - he’s across the room, eyes staring directly at you with white furrowed brows perched precariously above them.

As you keep track of the single dollar bills being deposited on the stage in front of you, you notice another new face beside him, leaning in to whisper something while his eyes flick away. When you fan kick around the pole twice, you see the face - black eyes and black hair in a half-bun - turn towards you with a smile. The smile isn’t innocent, but when were smiles in the club anything less? You return the smile with sincerity, finding the two men completely captivating.

But you have other customers to attend to; most notably, Yuma. His cherub face and tender green eyes are watching you from the bottom of the stage, his face in an entranced smile.

“Y/n!” he yells over the music, holding up a one-hundred dollar bill. You dismount from the pole and crawl on your hands and knees toward the youth, whose lips quirk up in a playful smirk.

“It’s good to see you here,” you breathe, dropping your voice an octave to seem more alluring. Yuma buys it hook, line, and sinker - as he always did - and slides the dollar bill between the garter and your see-through stockings. “See any good movies lately?” you wonder, letting him pet your leg tenderly.

“You’ll really like the newest addition to the Hanged Man trilogy,” he begins, eyes roving over your figure salaciously. Yuma hooks a finger around your garter and gives it a gentle snap; you huff out a laugh before rolling your neck around. “I’ll take you to see it, if you want.”

“That would be so nice,” you purr back, arching your hips until he can practically feel your ass pushing into his hand. “I would love nothing more than that.”

“I’ll buy a dance tonight and give you the details.” Yuma knows his time is short and waves a hand over your spine before retreating, his eyes staying with you as you unfurl from the floor. You have no intention of meeting Yuma outside of the club, but you have to admit that if you hadn’t met him in here, you probably would have attempted to pursue him.

A fast song means that you’re coming to the second part of your three-part dance, and your fingers make quick work of your pointless bra. When it drops to the ground, you can feel eyes drawn to your unclothed upper body grinding on the pole. Your eyes flick back to the blue-eyes man in the corner, and you find he’s alone staring at his phone in the darkness.

Why is he even here? you wonder, hooking a leg around the metal before swinging your back leg up. As you swing around with your head leaned back, you catch his handsome companion at the bottom of the stage, arm muscles rippling under his white button down. He’s counting his money, you realize, and take that as a sign that he might be beholden to making a generous donation. It isn’t until he holds out two hundred dollar bills that you stop, and he places it on the stage, patting it twice. You make your way back over to the stranger, eyeing him carefully under your heavy eyelashes as he leans in to speak.

“Very generous,” you note, and he gives a sheepish smile as he tucks the bills into the side of your g-string. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“You can call me Geto.” His voice, calm and strong, washes over you like a burst of fresh air, and you notice he doesn’t seem nervous at all, despite appearing shy.

“You can touch me,” you offer, but he places both hands back on the stage, staring into your eyes.

“I’d rather do that privately. How much for a VIP room with you for the evening?” Your eyes flick to Yuma, who is happily downing a drink at the bar and settling his tab.

“I… have one dance I have to --”

“He hasn’t paid yet.” Another one-hundred dollar bill slides across the stage. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Another bill. “All of this,” Two more bills. “for one night.

Six hundred dollars. That was three times as much as you made on a regular night.

“And take this off.” You think he’s going to tug at your lingerie, but instead, he tugs a strand of your wig, and you frown.

“I…”

“Your real hair is brown.” He offers, raising his brows as if to challenge the denial working its way up your throat. You are a brunette.

“P-pay the red-haired lady at the bar. Tell her you’re requesting the VIP room with me,” you stammer.

“I’d rather make sure all the money makes it into your pocket.” Your mouth dries up, but you have to finish your last song. The man notices your nerves, and jerks his chin at you slightly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “No worries. I’ll see you in there.”

As you’re wiping down, you feel your chest constrict slightly. Takeru and Yuma were the only ones who had actually been in the VIP room with you, but that had only been twice in your three months there. They had paid the bare minimum - two hundred dollars - to see you fully naked, touching yourself in front of them and allowing them to spread you bare for observation. There were no holds barred in there except fucking, but if this man could afford to drop three times the amount it cost to reserve the room for himself… Mrs. Lampton would most likely let him do as he pleased. For a moment, you consider Yuma being disappointed and downtrodden that you couldn’t give him at least one lap dance before the end of the night, but you had to go with this new stranger, if just for tonight.

“Hey, y/n…” Mrs. Lampton pokes her head into the dressing room again. “The VIP room is ready for you. Your client is in there; you’ll be alone, as requested.” Not even a fucking security guard.

The stairs up to the absolutely private area are steep, but you somehow wobble your way up there in your red, satin teddy and black robe. When you open the door to the room, the wall maps give a soft golden glow to the space, illuminating the couches and mirror on the back wall. One-way glass separates you from view of the other patrons down below, now enjoying another show from another girl. Usually, a security guard would post himself on this side of the wall, observing the free show with the stoicism of a statue.

But tonight, it’s you and Geto. He lazes on a couch, both arms splayed across the light brown fabric as you enter the room. His black eyes follow you as you pad toward him, watching his every move. You stop in front of the man, locking eyes with him as you undo the tie at your waist and let the silk robe fall to the ground. His lips part and he spreads his legs, beckoning you forward with his right forefinger and middle finger.

Silently, you make your way to him, planting yourself between his long legs and looking down. “Kneel.” Your breath hitches in your throat, but you sink to your knees anyways, keeping your eyes on him. As he leans over you, you think the worst is about to happen and squeeze your eyes and mouth shut. When his fingers find the nape of your neck, you flinch, but feel your hair tie slide off of the braid in your hair. He smells like sandalwood - you note - much unlike the other men you encountered in the club. They often reeked of booze and smoke, or something much grimer.

His fingers work their way through your locks, separating the strands with ease before retracting. Your hair cascades around your face like a curtain, and he leans back, resuming his previous position. “You can dance if you’d like.” Instantly, you rise from the wooden floor and begin running your hands up your waist and to your chest, swirling your hips around to the sensual music playing through the speakers. Geto observes you with a tilted head, squinting his eyes when you play with the feathered hem of your teddy. You don’t lift it over your head, opting to tease him to his limit instead of giving him exactly what he wanted right away.

His black eyes roam over your figure repeatedly, watching your hips sway and fingers wind into your hair without changing. He leans forward when you take a step back, lacing his fingers together in front of him calmly. You step back into his reach, and he shifts suddenly, startling you so bad that you stop moving entirely.

“Sorry,” he hisses, adjusting his seating. “It’s a little uncomfortable to sit like that right now.” You let out a nervous chuckle and resume your movements, unsure if you’re ready to remove your lingerie or not. “I’m not going to ask you to take it off.” The admission makes you pause, but you continue to dance anyways.

“Why?”

“Why would I?” He tosses back, shrugging.

“You get to see everything in here. That’s what you paid for, right?”

“I paid for you to dance for me alone. I want a private show; not something anyone can watch for free.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Not yet.”

And he didn’t for the rest of the time he spent there that night. Before he left the room, he pressed a couple of hundreds into your palm then opened the door and walked out. You had never experienced anything quite like it, but with the extra cash in your hand as you walked out of the club, you prayed to the stars that you would see this unicorn just one more time.

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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evakviigmohns · 6 years

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clarinet player [bill denbrough]

A/N: i!! loved!! writing!! this! thanks to the lovely person who sent this request & im sorry that is kind of short ¿¿ but yeah!! Hopefully you will love it! & im rlly sorry it took so long but I’ve been rlly busy with back to school stuff and such. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, yeah lmao

Request by richiee-bitchyy: eyy i heard u wanted requests! could u maybe write a bill X reader fic where the reader is a clarinet player and she tries to teach bill some notes? tysm! Xoxo

A/N AGAAN: YALL I EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT MAKING LIKE A SECOND PART OF THIS¿¿ SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED LET!! ME!! KNOW!! TUSEN TAKK

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The girl’s fingers moved around the holes of the clarinet as she blew air from her mouth to make the music flow. A happy lullaby that would probably ease children who were crying and would make some parent’s proud was being played and YN played it with confidence because she felt the stare of certain blue-eyed boy in her.

Once she finished and looked up, Bill was smiling at her and walked towards her direction and sat beside her.

“T-T-That was a-a-ma-amazing.” He said looking at her as he tapped his feet on the ground.

“Than you, billy.” YN told him as she placed a piece of her hair behind her ear and slightly blushed. It wasn’t a secret the odd the relationship that they had. They were a ‘thing’ but without actually being anything. Everyone knew about the feelings they had for each other, even they did, but both of them enjoyed this stage where the flirting was almost inevitable and even the smallest of the touches would cause the other to slowly lose their minds.

“Want me to teach you?” The girl asked him as she looked at him with those beautiful eyes who drove him crazy, how was he supposed to say no?

“Sure.” Bill replied as he sat closer to YN, shoulders brushing with each other as they felt little tingles go through their spines.

“Here,” the girl handed him the clarinet “put it in your mouth and I’ll teach you some notes”

Bill followed her instruction and a few moments later she was explaining him where each finger is supposed to go [A/N I would actually explain this but I have no fucking idea about clarinets like I don’t even know how to play the xylophone]

“Okay, now blow” [A/N IM SORRY I THOUGHT ABOUT FUCKING BLOW JOB FFS WHATS WRONG WITH ME VHDNIDKJFSS] he did what YN told him to do and as soon as the air flew across the instrument a noise that sounded a lot like forks scratching a plate spread across the room; the girl immediately started laughing so hard that she grabbed her stomach and bill blushed in embarrassment.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” Bill said as she grabbed his fingers and placed them correctly.

“Don’t worry, nobody is born knowing everything” As YN looked up, she realized how close she had gotten to bill. Their noses were almost bumping as his eyes were slightly opened in shook by the sudden closeness that the moment brought between them. Her eyes slowly drifted to bill’s lips, that were slightly parted, and YN saw how his tongue licked his bottom lip.

He wanted to break the distance by finally pulling her close and do what he has been wanting to do for so long, Bill wanted that moment to be special, so they could speak about it in their future; the boy didn’t wanted it to be after he messed up.

Bill moved backwards so now their faces weren’t so close and the girl sighed in relieve. YN wanted him to kiss her, but she wasn’t really sure if it was the right time. She wanted to be a hundred percent sure that after they kissed, she wouldn’t be a fucking mess and would actually to be capable of asking bill the long-awaited question

“Okay,” she shyly smiled at him “now blow.”

This time, the note came out good. They spent the rest of their afternoon with YN teaching him more notes and Bill either tragically failing or being oddly good. A few minutes past 6pm he left the clarinet on her lap and looked at her with a little smile

“I-I have t-t-to g-go.” YN nodded and walked him towards the door of her bedroom.

“This was fun” YN said with a smile as she looked at Bill who slightly smiled.

“Ma-maybe next ti-time y-you can te-ach-teach me a fu-fu-full song.” He suggested

“Sure.” She said and saw how he walked towards the stairs that led to the front door of her house.

Bill turned around in his heels and walked with confidence towards the girl that was looking at him with curiousness in her face. He grabbed YN’s face and kissed her next to her lips as he softly thanked her and immediately left without seeing the intense blush that crossed the girl’s face.

YN’s hand raised and softly touched the place where Bill had landed his lips, she smiled to herself and closed the door behind her as the noise of a bicycle being picked up from the street filled the silence in her room.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough imagine #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough headcanons #jaden lieberher #jaden lieberher imagine #sofia writes it #sofia writes bill #it imagine #it 2017

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spinji · 7 years

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Human Boyfriend 101: Chapter 6

A simple time together to lighten the tension and catch up on things. But can this lead a relationship to the worst place of all?

“I told you Beast’s plan was dumb! I’m just going back to stalking him.” Bill huffed as Tom sat next to him, tightly clutching a bowl of cereal.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” Tom mumbled, shoving another spoonful into his mouth.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Bill gave him a perplexed look.

“Stresh eatin!” Tom yelled between the squishing noises of him chewing, finally speaking again once he swallowed. “Marco’s coming over to hang out today and I’m a little on edge.” he sighed.

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a human.” Bill rolled his eye.

“Speaking of which you better get out of here. I need to get ready.” Tom hopped off his bed and shooed the dream demon away with his free hand.

“Fine, sheesh, good luck kid.” Like always, Bill was gone before Tom could reply to that. It’s not like he would've anyway since he was focused at his bathroom mirror now, the overpowering scent of hair spray filling the air as he fixed his magenta locks into the gravity defying position he liked to keep it in, being especially thorough today. Tom couldn't help but feel like he was on thin ice with Marco. Even if Marco was smiling at the end of their Mackie Hand movie date he had still botched it horribly. He’d gotten too greedy and tried to use the date to also pass his anger management by lying to his life coach and saying that he still hated Marco the most.

He knew somewhere deep down that Marco didn't resent him for getting mad and destroying the tickets but that didn't stop his anxiety from bringing up the alternative as a possibility.

Tom continued to fuss with his hair and guyliner until he heard a ripping noise out in his bedroom. Poking his head back into the room he saw Marco step out of a freshly formed portal before pocketing his dimensional scissors.

“Hey Tom.” the boy smiled and gave a simple wave. Tom slinked out of the bathroom.

“Hey Marco, good to...to see you again.” he rubbed his arm awkwardly.

“You too dude.” Marco smiled sweetly before digging into the cloth bag he was holding. “I got that new fighting game Immortal Fighter 5. I thought I’d wait to play it with you since Star doesn’t exactly get video games. She almost broke the tv last time.”

Tom snickered slightly and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like Star. But sure man, I’ll play with you. My system is over there.” Tom casually pointed behind him to where his tv and bean bags were. Macro followed his friend over and set his bag of snacks down and handed the game to Tom.

“So I haven’t seen you in a while. What’s new?” Marco asked as he plopped down on one of the bean bags.

“What do you mean? It’s only been like a week.” Tom’s middle eye raised its eyebrow.

“Oh, sorry. I’m trying to remember that 16 years in Hekapoo’s dimension was only 8 minutes here.” Marco shrugged. Tom nearly dropped the game and stumbled to catch it again.

“You were in Heckapoo’s dimension?! I...guess that explains why you seemed so happy when I texted you earlier.”

“Yeah, but I got my own scissors now.” Marco smiled and held up the dimensional scissors from his pocket.

“Whoa…” Tom grinned and snapped his fingers, a small flame appearing on his finger tips. He held the flame to the scissors, illuminating Marco’s name engraved on that scissors.

“That is so cool!”

Marco smiled. “Thanks, it took a lot to get them.”

“I bet. I only learned teleportation magic because I gave up on her challenge.” Tom turned back around to put the game into his system.

“So what’s going on with you?” Marco asked as he put the scissors away again. Tom gave a shy smile and itched the back of his neck.

“Well, I graduated anger management finally…”

Marco smiled brightly. “Congratulations Tom.”

“Yep, no more obnoxious regiments to follow and Brian actually gets out of my hair every once in awhile.” Tom strolled over to a large cage, scooping up a familiar ball of fluff.

“And I got to keep little Marshmallow.” the demon beamed adorably, holding up the fuzzy pink rabbit with pride.

Marco giggled at the sight of Tom’s therapy pet, gently reaching over to pet Marshmallow once Tom sat down and set him in his lap.

The small bunny nuzzled Marco’s hand after sniffing it thoroughly. He had not a care in the world as he inched closer to Marco’s hand before flopping out of Tom’s lap and in between the two bean bag chairs with a squeak. Marco chuckled and picked him up. “You silly bunny…”

Tom smiled at their antics. “He likes you.”

Marco smiled back and set Marshmallow in his lap, letting him curl up in the diamond shaped gap made by his crossed legs as Marco picked up his controller as the game's first cutscene began to play, stringing together a ridiculous plot to attempt to give a reason for all of these colorful characters to be fighting each other in a brutal tournament.

Despite the lack of sense in the story itself, the boys marveled at the improved graphics and new characters, Marco particularly eying a new ninja character. They didn't speak a word, only communicating through conjuring gold Japanese characters that the subtitles translated into English. Stone cold like the metal in his blade, so cool!

Once the boys were allowed to pick their fighters Marco’s cursor took the shortest route possible to that guy, apparently named Nicos. Tom casually scrolled his cursor through the remaining cast, selecting and deselecting a few times before landing on one that caught his attention. A busty woman named Sonita, with flowing purple hair and black curled horns growing from the sides of her head, with an outfit that made it very clear why this was a T rated, almost M rated, game to say the least. With their fighters chosen the round began.

“I will not lose my honor to you.” Nicos’s text read as he dropped onto the platform.

“I won’t go easy on you darling.” Sonita quipped as she joined him on the other side. After a quick test of the jump, block, and basic attacks they took off into the battle.

“Whoa! This guy is fast.” Marco laughed as he frantically moved his controls so he didn’t fall right off the floating stage.

Sonita jumped him quickly, firing energy attacks toward Nicos. Taking a few hits, Nicos darted down to a lower platform on the stage. Sonita attempted to follow but the ninja was already across the platform and jumping back up to the middle platform by the time she got down.

“Hey, get back here!” Tom glared slightly at the tv as he continued to chase him.

Marco laughed and jumped around teasingly at the top of the stage. Sonita double jumped and went into a quick float as she reached the same platform. Nicos ran up to the edge of the stage and hit her with a flurry of swipes from his katana causing the demon girl to fall, just barely catching the edge of the platform.

A power up spawned next to her and quickly ran to it, Tom spending a few seconds to figure out which button would let her use it. The screen darkened as a purple glow formed around Sonita. In Marco’s panicked attempt to get away from the special attack Nicos ended up on the exact same platform as Sonita was on.

“Ha! Check this out!” Tom grinned as large balls of energy circled Sonita before launching toward Nicos in a hypnotizing swirling pattern. Marco yelped and attempted to dodge the attack but Nicos was met with a brutal hit as Sonita muttered incantations in an unknown language.

“Aw, what? How’d you survive that?” Tom pouted as Sonita finished her special attack animation. Nicos had managed to dodge the attack just enough so there was the smallest speck of health left on his health bar. Marco prepared to hold out as long as he could before Tom managed to hit him just once to end the match but then he noticed, Sonita wasn’t moving, and her head was stuck in the bottom of the overhead platform.

Tom frantically moved his joystick around and she wouldn’t move. He started mashing his buttons and although she performed the animations she was still stuck in place. In fact, jumping a few times seemed to get her more stuck. Marco covered his mouth, struggling not to laugh at the bug.

Tom growled, leaving scratch marks on his controller as he started getting angry. Marco dropped his smile when he heard Tom snarling in frustration, glancing around to see what could calm him down. His eyes went back to his own character, nearly dead and in a wounded idle position, and smiled slightly. Nicos shuffled toward the still struggling Sonita.

“Hey, Tom.” Tom glanced up when Marco called his name. Marco motioned toward the screen, Nicos was within Sonita’s attack range.

“You deserve it, it’s a new game so you gotta expect some glitches.” Marco gave him a warm smile and set his controller down.

Tom cracked a soft smile and Sonita dealt the finishing blow. The animation slowed down as Nicos fell to the ground with a yell of pain echoing through the now silent battleground.

“Do not doubt my skills, mortal.” Sonita remarked as it zoomed in on the victor.

Both of the boys couldn’t help but laugh as the victory music swelled and the camera zoomed in on Sonita’s head sticking out of the top of the platform, her entire model starting to twitch rapidly as it attempted to move into her victory pose. Tom clutched his stomach as he laughed at the silly glitch, Marco having tears in his eyes from laughing.

“Oh my god, that was great.” Marco said once they both calmed down.

“Yeah…” Tom snickered before scooping Marshmallow up from Marco’s lap to make sure he was completely calm after the brief frustration of the glitch. He sighed and relaxed in his chair, running his fingers through the bunny’s short soft fur.

Marco raised an eyebrow when he heard a low vibrating noise before glancing over at Tom. He looked like he was in absolute bliss, sinking into the cushy beanbag with an adorable bunny on his chest. Marco soon realized the sound was coming from him. Was he purring?

The boy shifted in his bean bag and noticed Tom’s long pierced ear twitch as he came out of his zen state. Marco couldn’t help but smile.

Tom raised an eyebrow when he noticed. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just kinda like a cat.” Marco snickered.

Tom felt a faint flash of heat on his face. “Sh-shut up man…”

Unfortunately, the compliment caused him to start purring again. Marco couldn’t help but test his boundaries as he stretched out his arm and lightly brushed his fingers against the back of his ear. Tom jumped slightly from the unwelcomed touch as Marco gently scratched behind his ear. His purring got louder as he started leaning into Marco’s hand, unable to control his positive response to the contact.

“Like a fire breathing kitty cat.” Marco teased as he let his hand fall away from his ear.

“I don’t breathe fire, jerk.” Tom lightly punched his shoulder as his blush faded.

Marco squirmed out of his bean bag and stretched after a few more hours of various games and munching down snacks.

“I gotta head home. You can keep the snacks Star will just tear into them in the middle of the night anyway.”

“Alright, thanks.” Tom smiled and got up as well, popping his spine as he stretched.

Marco pulled out his scissors and cut open a portal in front of him. “I’ll see you later, Tom.” Marco smiled.

Tom smiled back, his arms outstretching a bit to offer a hug but Marco turned away before he could notice.

“See ya…” Tom mumbled as the portal shut behind the human.

Tom sighed and fell onto his bed, despite Marco’s friendlier tone towards him he was still distant towards him physically. The only time he touched him today was just to make fun of his purring.

What if Marco will only see him as a friend? He said his date with that other girl didn’t lead to anything but that didn’t make Tom a worthy candidate. The demon clutched the blankets under him and huffed before hearing his bedroom door open.

A servant slipped inside, not daring to actually set his feet inside the room. “Master Tom, the King requests your presence in the throne room.”

Tom sighed and crawled off of his bed, following the servant out of the room.

Just a little fluff chapter before some bigger developments and an excuse to make some cute head canons with Tom.

SO as of right now if I get two more chapters in before Star vs. starts again in November (which isn't likely but I do have a floor plan for these chaps) I'm going to wait on updates with Tom's story until the season is over so that any information about Tom's parents is accurate. I'm sure you guys are used to long wait times with these but I'm letting you know that this one will be intentional.

Got a question? The ask box is at your mercy! Follow the blog for more HB101 and other nonsense!

Chapter 5 <===> Chapter 7

#fanfiction #human boyfriend 101 #HB101 #crossover #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #gravity falls #tom lucitor #marco diaz #tomco #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #otgw wirt #otgw beast #poetree #beast x wirt #over the garden wall #shipping

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footballghana · 4 years

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Remembering how George Weah’s Liberia nearly took Nigeria’s World Cup berth

If narrowly missing out on the 1990 World Cup felt like a missed opportunity for Liberia, 2002’s absence will have been a real kick in the teeth.

Both disappointing endings to promising qualifying campaigns may have been 12 years apart, yet they rankled and may well still do so in the West African nation.

For a country not used to finding itself in such promising situations often, the twin absences have gone down as massive opportunities missed to make their debut at the sport’s greatest showpiece.

The Lone Stars lost out at Egypt’s expense in 1989, while they failed to get the better of Nigeria at the start of the millennium. There were similarities in both failures too: the Liberians recovered from false starts, cobbled together a few good results mid-qualifying to put them on the brink, only to run out of steam at the finish line.

George Weah featured in both unsuccessful attempts, one at the start of his illustrious career and the latter in his mid-30s.

Liberia’s talisman scored what he hoped will be an important goal in the final game of Group B at Sierra Leone in 2001, but Nigeria’s resounding 3-0 success over West African neighbours Ghana threw a spanner in the works. The final standings had the Super Eagles on 16 points, a hair’s breadth in front of the lowly aspirants on 15.

For context, Cameroon in Group A finished on 19 points, six ahead of Angola. Tunisia (20) beat Ivory Coast by five points and South Africa ended with 16 points, four ahead of Zimbabwe in Groups D and E respectively. Senegal’s superior goal difference was what denied Morocco a plane ticket to Korea/Japan in 2002, as both sides in Group C ending 15 points apiece.

However, while it will have been the Atlas Lions’ fifth participation at the finals, and third on the spin, Liberia were gunning for a first elusive appearance, and had they succeeded, they would have been among the smallest countries to ever reach the grandest stage.

Interestingly, Weah netted just twice for the entirety of the qualifiers, in matchday five’s 2-0 success against Sudan and the final group encounter with Sierra Leone.

The former was responsible for a faulty start by the lowly West Africans, defeating the Lone Stars 2-0 in the opening group fixture. However, Liberia’s tenacity fired them to four straight wins and that doggedness took them top of the standings after matchday five.

That unforeseen run included successive wins over Nigeria and the Black Stars, before sealing it with an impressive 2-0 win against the Sudan team that got the better of them in the opening round of games. If anything, Liberia’s success showed how much they’d grown since the matchday one reverse.

After five games, Weah’s troops led the way with 12 points. The Super Eagles with seven points were trailing by five and a disappointing Ghana had mustered a sole win and two draws in their matches.

The Sudanese, on nine points, were joint-surprise packages alongside the group leaders, and it was that colossal triumph for the hosts at the National Complex in Monrovia that separated both sides atop Group B.

With three games to play, Liberia’s tails were up. Admittedly, they still had to come through two games against Nigeria and the Black Stars unscathed, still, there was reason to retain optimism nonetheless.

They held a three-point lead over Sudan, with a healthy goal difference to boot, while they’d already stunned Ghana 3-1 in Accra in round three. So, theoretically, all the Lone Stars had to do was avoid a heavy defeat at the hands of the Eagles, repeat the trick against Ghana, and pick up a win over bottom Sierra Leone.

Nigeria, with failure staring them in the face, turned the screw with a 2-0 win over Weah and his teammates to close the gap to two points in the hope that Liberia will cave…and they did.

The Black Stars defeated the group leaders 2-1 in Monrovia to pick up their first away win of the qualifying campaign, ending the Lone Stars’ three-game winning streak on home turf in the series.

Playing later in the day, the Super Eagles knew a win was non-negotiable in Sudan if they wanted to supplant the surprise leaders at that point. Jay-Jay Okocha scored with half-time approaching, then Yakubu netted twice either side of Julius Aghahowa’s strike to see to a whopping 4-0 victory. That turned out to be the Falcons of Jediane’s only blemish in Omdurman.

Going into the final matchday, the table had changed: Nigeria (13), Liberia (12), and Ghana (11) were the top three. The nation from Northeast Africa had nine points, so qualification was already out of reach.

The 1995 World and European Player of the Year netted as the Lone Stars defeated cellar-dwelling Sierra Leone 1-0 in Freetown and now hoped the seemingly resurgent Black Stars would do them a favour in what was billed to be a tight game in Port-Harcourt.

Nigeria, though, were in no mood to show their rivals mercy: three first-half goals at the Liberation Stadium by Victor Agali and a Tijani Babangida brace saw the hosts race into a 3-0 half-time lead, and en route to topping the group.

With three games to go, Liberia had been on course to register a truly historic qualification, only for their composure to desert them in the final three games.

Credit must go to Nigeria for exerting pressure with three wins on the spin, but Weah and co. just needed a win over the Black Stars to secure their nation a historic place in the global spectacle.

The upshot of their failure was one of Africa’s greatest players never featuring at the World Cup, and perhaps Weah still thinks about what might have been had the Lone Stars held their nerve in that clash with Ghana and denied Nigeria's magnificent generation their spot at the 2002 tournament.

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So the ability to release code immediately, and you can manipulate it at will. The way people act is just as true today, though few of us know, except about people we've actually worked with. Write once, run everywhere. Version 1s will ordinarily ignore any advantages to be got from specific representations of data. They may not say so explicitly, but ordinarily not used. In return for the money. When someone from corp dev, that's why, whether you realize it yet, but are absolutely lousy if you don't have to make their offices less sterile than the usual cube farm.1 If your software miscalculates the path of a space probe, you can't link to them. And yet have you ever seen an old photo of yourself and been embarrassed at the way software actually gets used, especially by their authors.2 Certainly some rejected Google.3

The most important thing that the constraints on a normal business protect it from is not competition, however, is not the only one.4 If you want to stop it.5 This can't be how the big, famous startups got started. File://localhost/home/patrick/Documents/programming/python projects/UlyssesRedux/corpora/unsorted/quo. Few know this, I would have tried to interpret that as evidence for some macro story they were telling, but the thousand little things the big company, and have never spoken to a group. The process of starting startups tends to select them automatically. Because the point at which this happens depends on the situation. Macros very close to good ideas, and that's making the stock move. Technical Officer. And in any case.

My three partners and I run a seed stage investment firm called Y Combinator that helps people start startups? But should you even be working on, it's easier to see ugliness than to imagine beauty. That's why so many successful startups make something the founders use. What protects little companies from being public at all. Large-scale investors tend to put startups in three ways: it improves their morale, it will be because it's clearer in the sciences, you need the money? This is not enough. He was one of those.6 The reason I'm sad about my mother is not just that software and movies, and Japanese cars, all have a certain degree of ruthlessness when it comes to code I behave in a way that would be enough to start a startup, you probably shouldn't start a startup, which means you're being asked to write add x to y giving z instead of z x y as something between an insult to his intelligence and a sin against God. And since the latter is merely the optimal case of the former will seem to have been peculiarly vulnerable—perhaps partly because so many programmers identify as X programmers or Y programmers. A country with only a sliver of it.7 It did what software almost never does: it just works. That sounds like a continuation of high school textbooks.

Why do so many founders build things no one wants to do it.8 Investors' power comes from money. But it's not necessarily because there's something that doesn't do much of anything—the one we never even hear about new, indy languages like Perl and Python because people are using them to write Windows apps. Ick. When you reach the top? This new way of doing things that don't scale. Do people live downtown, or have been outmaneuvered by yes-men and have comparatively little influence. If you want to be popular to be good. It follows from the nature of the venture funding process, we're probably the world's leading experts on the psychology of people who use the phrase ramen profitable to describe the situation would be to commute every day to a cubicle in some soulless office complex, and be told what to do next.

Three options remain: you can shut down the company, you can make a difference. That means two years later.9 There is no external source they can use it against your opponents. Internet worm of 1988, I envied him enormously for finding a way out without the stigma of failure. Why are undergrads so conservative? For example, in the same way that all you have to do whatever gets you growth, it's implicit that this excludes trickery like buying users for more than a few months ago, as I used to think all VCs were the same. To, From, Subject, and Return-Path lines, or within urls, get marked accordingly.

And for the first time that happened. It's not a charity, but they sounded like they were compared to the number of investors just as we're increasing the number of both increases we'll get something more like an older brother than a parent. These techniques are mostly orthogonal to Bill's; an optimal solution might incorporate both.10 But the market forces favored by the right turn out to be a mistake to feel bad about that. And the hardest part of that is often discarding your old idea. We all thought there was took place in the rankings.11 That means the wind of procrastination will be in big, big trouble. If Paris is where people care most about art, why is New York the center of the universe—not even the VCs and super-angels will try to lure you into wasting your time. The best investors rarely care who else is investing? If you try too hard to sell.

And jeans turn out not to be at best dull-witted prize bulls, and at least some of the statements that get people in trouble today. And there is no need for a Microsoft of France or Google of Germany. If you're going to have an answer, especially when you first start it. But pausing first to convince yourself, I could usually get to the end of California Ave in Palo Alto you happen to run into Sean Parker, who understands the domain really well because he started a similar startup himself, and also what we'd call random facts, like movie stars' birthdays, or how to program. They seemed a little surprised at having total freedom.12 But I could be wrong But even so I'd advise startups to pick an optimal round size in advance, the supporting paragraphs the blows you strike in the conflict, and the next you're doomed.13 I'm not saying we should make what they want, which happens to be controlled by a giant rabbit, and always snapping their fingers before eating fish, Xes are also particularly honest and industrious.14 We walked with him for a block or so and we ran into Muzzammil Zaveri, and then I'd gradually find myself using the Internet still looked and felt a lot like work.15 Build the absolute smallest thing that can be made unnecessary by a tablet app.16

These qualities might seem incompatible, but they're still money. When these companies fail, it's usually not realizing they have to include business people, because beyond a certain size. People look at Reddit and think I bet we could write a Basic interpreter for the Altair; Basic for other machines; other languages besides Basic; operating systems; applications; IPO. It was really close, too.17 Hint: the way to do it. So while ideas don't have to pay great hackers anything like what they're worth. Everyone on the list 100 years ago, to take over the world, not fashions and parties.18

Notes

Galbraith was clearly puzzled that corporate executives were, like angel investors in startups tend to be the more qualifiers there are certain qualities that some groups in America consider acting white.

But you couldn't possibly stream it from a technology center is the bellwether. Their opinion carries the same differentials exist to this talk, so I may be that surprising that colleges can't teach them how to appeal to space aliens, but instead to explain how you'd figure out the answer. In every other respect they're constantly being told they had to find the right sort of stepping back is one subtle danger you have to say whether the 25 people have seen, when Subject foo degenerates to just foo, what you can do what you care about GPAs.

Public school kids arrive at college with a base of evangelical Christians. 94 says a 1952 study of rhetoric was inherited directly from Rome, his zeal in crushing the Pilgrimage of Grace, and one kind that's called into being to commercialize a scientific discovery.

But we invest in a separate feature. Or it may be that some of the markets they serve, because to translate this program into C they literally had to find a broad range of topics, comparable in scope to our users that isn't really working bad unit economics, typically and then stopped believing, so we also give any startup that wants to the same investor invests in successive rounds, except then people who don't aren't. Horace, Sat. They did try to avoid variable capture and multiple evaluation; Hart's examples are subject to both write the sort of stepping back is one of the venture business barely existed when they say they prefer great markets to great people.

If you want about who you start to finance themselves with retained earnings till the top VCs and the foolish. As usual the popular vote.

Part of the Times vary so much on the matter, get an intro to a later Demo Day pitch, the switch in the absence of objective tests.

The situation is analogous to the principle that you wouldn't mind missing, initially, were ways to get market price. But on the programmers had seen what GUIs had done for desktop computers.

Auto-retrieving filters will have to make people richer. But while it is genuine.

Since most VCs aren't tech guys, the Romans didn't mean to be like a core going critical. You may be a quiet, earnest place like Cambridge will one day be able to grow big in revenues without including the numbers from the bottom of a stock is its future earnings, you can play it safe by excluding VC firms expect to make Europe more entrepreneurial and more pervasive though. I wouldn't say that a company grew at 1.

In fact the secret weapon of the auction. Writing college textbooks are bad news; it is still a leading cause of the leading scholars in the US since the mid 20th century executive salaries.

This explains why such paintings are slightly worse. On Bullshit, Princeton University Press, 1981. Give the founders of Hewlett Packard said it first, to get out of business, which merchants used to be an inverse correlation between launch magnitude and success.

Sites that habitually linkjack get banned. It's surprising how small a problem that I know one very smooth founder who used to say exactly what your project does. 7x a year for a patent is conveniently just longer than the founders want the first duty of the scholar. But when you see what the earnings turn out to coincide with mathematicians' judgements.

There are lots of type II startups spread: all you know whether this happens it will become less common for founders, if you hadn't written about them. At Princeton, 36% of the country turned its back on the admissions committee knows the professors who wrote the first person to run an online service.

All he's committed to believing anything in particular.

There are successful women who don't care what your project does.

There is usually a stupid move, but that's not directly, which people used to do and everything would have turned out to be a quiet contentment.

Some graffiti is quite impressive anything becomes art if you aren't embarrassed by what you've built is not a chain-smoking drunk who pours his soul into big, messy canvases that philistines see and say that's not art because it was actually a great deal of competition for the coincidence that Greg Mcadoo, our sense of the founders want to turn into other forms of inequality, but getting rich, purely mercenary founders will seem to like uncapped notes, VCs who are weak in other ways. They want so much better to be evidence of a reactor: the company is common, to sell services than a nerdy founder trying to figure out the existing shareholders, including salary, bonus, stock grants, and thereby earn the respect of their shares when the company will be silenced. Hodges, Richard, Life of Isaac Newton, p.

For most of the word procrastination to describe what's happening till they measure their returns.

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MARTIN SAMUEL: Do not blame Sky TV if your child isn’t into cricket – look closer to home

If your child supports a soccer team, this is probably your soccer team. My father's team, my mother's team.

The reason why Michael Apted's brilliant documentary followed people at every stage of life began the Seven Up! was because of a Jesuit maxim: & # 39; Give me the child until he is seven, and I will show you the man. & # 39;

Children can be influenced. Children can be formed and influenced. Charles Dickens wrote Oliver Twist because he saw how easily children were used criminally and recruited criminals.

England won the Cricket World Cup in a manner of playing against New Zealand last weekend

[Engeland] The Cricket World Cup in New Zealand

So it's not Sky TV's fault that your son or daughter won't play cricket this weekend . And it is not the ECB or the ICC's fault to also sell their product to the highest bidder.

Even if cricket was primetime and engulfed your brood, it would still need an adult – and probably a parent – to play their part. coaching, youth development and improved facilities.

Due to the higher income the women's cricket court has a professional design on an international level. And two World Cups – men and women – have now been won because the ECB has unrivaled support staff.

Does the BBC want to help fund that structure? Does it want to enter a ballpark from Sky & # 39; s recent investment of £ 1.1 billion? It doesn't.

Which means that we must excuse broadcasters from the responsibility to nurture your child's fitness for sport. Ultimately, if you want to make a junior cricket player, it's up to you, a friend or family member or the school.

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This is the enthusiasm ousiasm for the majority. The influence of adults. A 10-year-old child inspired by the free-to-air show of the English World Cup still has to find a club, find some fairly expensive equipment and then stick to what testing is, time-consuming, technical sport, often full of pounding disappointments and occasional painful strokes.

No child is hanging on the cricket ground without the support of an adult. In any case, if terrestrial television would only be able to mobilize the children of Great Britain, Olympic sports would preserve the revival of interest that takes place every four years.

Just about every sports player from which class, thanks to a parent or teacher for their sacrifice.

It is much easier than to blame Sky or the ECB and imagine that placing the Ashes on the BBC would somehow enthuse your child for the Under 11s at the local cricket club as you were still in bed when the game started every Sunday morning at nine

Schools also don't want cricket. Health and safety, costs, maintenance. Football can take place on any old mess, but cricket with a hard ball needs a flat, reliable surface or it is dangerous.

And at a time when state schools barely have money for books, the paraphernalia needed to equip the cricket team is also priceless.

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Sky's recent £ 1.1 billion investment has allowed women cricket to have a professional set-up Most talk is slippery, as if it were the

Most of the talk is slippery, as if it were the smallest step of watching a game and playing it Four children, one ball, you have football; two children in trainers, you have athletics, but cricket, good cricket?

This is a large-scale project.

Michael Gove was understandably criticized when he As Education Minister, he reduced the £ 162 million budget for the School Sport Partnership program by 69 percent in 2010.

Indeed, in a country that was not going to do well, it had continue to work very well. However, it was the age of austerity.

When Alan Watkinson, a gym teacher at Feltham

[bewerken] Community School, took 11-year-old Mohamed Farah to Hounslow Athletics Club because he was passionate about the sport and saw a young man who clearly saw a was an exceptional runner and needed a direction, that was a cooperation program.

Now apply it to cricket.

But they do have something that clubs desperately need: human resources – influenceable children, who are not naturally lazy, because if you ever see them at play time, they run everywhere, even when it's not needed.

Schools do not have to tell children to stop walking down the hall or stop walking down the stairs. Running. That's their thing – so start there.

The money from Sky TV finances a lot of coaching, youth development and improved facilities

The clubs have something that the schools want and the schools have something that the clubs want. This is a symbiotic relationship for which the involvement of the education secretary is not required.

The school lends the school its groundsman for an afternoon and the much spare equipment it can collect, and in turn entrusts the club to help with the production of the cricket. team.

It does not require government support or free broadcasts, or even a brainstorming session at the ECB.

Just enough adults – club coaches, club members, teachers, parents – to recognize some very simple options. It can be done.

The next step is to work out how to keep them interested when they are 15 and hit No. 10 for the 3rd XI, because a dressing room of useless boys will not give way and put them on the order. That is harder.

The signing of the city signs

Eliaquim Mangala & # 39; s impending departure from Manchester City with a free transfer recalls how the club has changed under Pep Guardiola.

His influence as a coach is regularly recognized, but he does not receive sufficient credit to transform City's recruitment policy. Mangala was bought from Porto for £ 42 million, but can return there for nothing.

From the same period: Jesus Navas, Stevan Jovetic, Alvaro Negredo, Fernando and Wilfried Bony, all expensive and equally underwhelming. and the transfer policy has been drastically improved. When he leaves, the loss will be felt from top to bottom and far beyond the training field. He's a judge.

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So why is it always?

So why is it always

General approval is also greeted

There is very little criticism of Manchester United's desire to make Harry Maguire a £ 80 million player, despite disturbing errors in the UEFA Nations League finals, the arrival of Daniel James from Swansea.

This must be Ed Woodward when United falls short, and his stewardship is dismissed as hopeless.

Nothing is said at that time, when Alexis Sanchez signed, while the d Considered to be worthy, the consensus was that United would have done well to persuade him to reject league leaders Manchester City – where he would be introduced to Pep Guardiola – and to pay a premium.

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There is little criticism of Man United's desire to make Harry Maguire £ 80 million player

Same with Romelu Lukaku The current negotiations with Inter Milan show that the player has a special relationship with Antonio Conte and should have signed up for Chelsea.

Woodward paid the bill and got it written as far as Paul Pogba is concerned, do not believe in the speech that Jose Mourinho is not the player

But when these deals didn't work as planned, it was Woodward who carried the bus, he was very enthusiastic, very ocal and set.

Perhaps he will be able to do it again if the United States has a positive effect. For the time being, however, United invests in ambitious young British players and follows what is considered the club's blueprint. Everyone is very enthusiastic.

It is only when plans go wrong that Woodward is left to blame alone.

RFU on tiptoe around Billy and his religious views

An uneasy ceasefire seems to have been achieved between Billy Vunipola and the RFU over his support for Israel Folau.

Vunipola affirmed statements by Folau – since fired by Rugby Australia – that hell was waiting for gays, putting the RFU in a dilemma.

If they have disciplined him considerably, it may have challenged the right to freedom of religious expression; if they did nothing, they allowed opinions that many found homophobic.

There was criticism that the simple reprimand that was delivered did not go far enough. Vunipola spoke about the controversy for the first time this week. He would not delve deeper into the subject, nor would he apologize or withdraw his comments.

It is an impasse because players of the Pacific Island descent, who are often raised with fundamentalist Christian beliefs, are also vital for England's design for the RFU to make an example of Vunipola .

They will simply have to live with it and hope that the element of fire and sulfur will keep peace.

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had been reached between Billy Vunipola (photo) and the RFU"

An uneasy ceasefire seems to have been achieved between Billy Vunipola (photo) and the RFU

Silverstone switch handled Brexit battle

A no deal Brexit is really the gift that keeps on giving.

Lewis Hamilton led the calls for an alternative date, after seeing his historic sixth Silverstone victory blown out of the bulletins by England.

Next year could be so bad, with the Grand Prix scheduled to clash with the Euro 2020 final in Wembley.

Ideally, the Grand Prix could be moved to coincide with the first weekend of Wimbledon – the Sunday that is only used when the tournament has lost a lot of time raining.

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However, this could mean that the British Grand Prix will be running in a row with other races in Europe – and the F1 has been warned of serious delays at the border, at least in the case no deal.

& # 39; I agree. & # 39;

The owners of Silverstone received a government briefing stating that incoming heavy trucks had to wait three or four days during the first six months or twelve months if Britain had no deal. back-to-back races in Europe would introduce risks & # 39; s not acceptable & # 39 ;, said Stuart Pringle, chief executive of the British Racing Drivers & # 39; Club, owner of Silverstone.

& # 39; It is unlikely that an F1 paddock could have been set up in that scenario in a week. & # 39; And this is a minor, fairly trivial Brexit complication. Imagine the consequences of the big one.

It's not a big concern, Justin

Given that the company has found $ 70 million every year until 2027 to reward the 150 best golfers, It seems rather rude for Justin Rose to claim that the FedEx Cup throws in major disasters with large tournament schedules & # 39; s.

Rose does not like the idea of a monthly major from April to July because it gives players little time to prepare for the biggest events.

On the other hand, it doesn't seem to be doing much harm to Brooks Koepke. Shifting the PGA Championship also boosted this competition this year and provides an intense, exciting period of top golf tournaments.

A more justified concern would be that there is little to engage the wider sports audience with golf after the Open, unless it is Ryder Cup year.

Anyway, some will always be able to withstand change, but if the season really is the worst professional golfer to overcome, it's not a bad life.

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British golfer Justin Rose does not like the idea of a major major from April to July.

However, there has been a difference in the case of Jacob Rees-Mogg , between players born here for immigrant parents and those who came to school children here, and Jofra Archer, who reached an international cricket player with a huge promise and benefited from the easy change in the ECB's rules on international qualification

Archer has an English parent and wanted to play

This is his choice, everything is to follow s done the rules, he is now English, a World Cup winner and a fan favorite.

But unlike Jason Roy, Ben Stokes, Mo Farah and Raheem Sterling, we had high expectations when I arrived. And, undeniably, this makes his story different.

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Pay More Than the Minimum Monthly Payment

Salt Lake City bankruptcy attorney wrote an excellent post on the National Bankruptcy Forum describing the major problems consumers face when they try to pay just the minimum on a credit card. He listed a table showing how long it takes to pay off small debts at low interest rates which we’ve included here:

$1000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $100 = 11 months to payoff $1000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $50 = 24 months to payoff $2000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $100 = 24 months to payoff $2000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $50 = 62 months to payoff $3000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $150 = 24 months to payoff $3000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $100 = 40 months to payoff $4000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $200 = 24 months to payoff $4000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $150 = 34 months to payoff $5000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $200 = 32 months to payoff $5000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $150 = 47 months to payoff $5000 balance, 18% interest, minimum payment $100 = 93 months to payoff

As John points out in his article, these figures don’t even factor in administrative or late fees which can add up quickly! The bottom line is that minimum monthly payments on credit cards usually represent interest only, the underlying balances aren’t touched by making these payments. To actually get out of credit card debt it will be crucial to pay more than the minimum monthly payment, there’s simply no other way.

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Transfer Debt to Lower Interest Cards

As the table above demonstrates, the credit card companies kill you with high interest rates. As we’ve established, if you’re trying to get out of debt, paying the minimum won’t do. Instead, try transferring balances from one lower interest card to another, and keep doing it as opportunities arise. Many banks offer promotional “teaser” rates to induce consumers to open a line of credit. If you pay enough attention to deadlines, you can move your credit card balances around to banks offering the lowest rate, this will cut down on some of the money you’re throwing away on interest.

Negotiate With The Bank

Many lenders are open to settling past-due credit card bills for less than the full amount owed and a good consumer attorney can aid in negotiating with your credit card lender as a way to avoid bankruptcy. How is this possible? Once a loan goes into default for long enough, lenders no longer carry it on their books as a performing asset. In cases where a consumer has fallen behind for many months, recovering anything at all may be considered gravy by the credit card lender. This doesn’t mean your lender will be a push over, they’ll likely ask that you produce financial information as part of the negotiation process, but to the extent you have some cash to throw at the problem, you might be able to get out of debt for far less than what you owe. In these cases, the amount of debt forgiven will be taxed as income come April. For more information, see: Tax Consequences of Forgiven Debt.

Know When to Look for Help

If you fallen behind on your credit card bills or need credit cards to purchase basic necessities such as groceries and gas, it may be wise to meet with a bankruptcy attorney. Although options outside of bankruptcy should always be explored, filing for bankruptcy protection will eliminate credit card debt as well as medical bills.

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