#Gutter Glam

[felixwylde]

Mmm Saucy

What have you been working on? I’ve been tinkering with this thing called “bumboles,” a jolly good new bowling game, a bit like English lawn bowls, but with a dash of dogging thrown in for fun. What do you reckon, is it quirky enough for your fancy?

[gutter-glitt3r]

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𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖗𝖘♠

[unknownperson246]

a/n: Heya I was wondering if I could request an izzy fic? Where she works for the band (assistant/helps the manager) 1st meets izzy when is strung out on heroin and he's rude and mean to her. She requests to be moved to a different area but gets requested to help during the use your illusion tour. She meets izzy again now he's clean, he feels terrible. Finds ways to make it up to her. Eventual relationship fluff/smut towards the end

hiii so so sorry it’s like 3 months late but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Last Straw

Words: 1,047

warnings: *smut* *angst* *p in v* *mentions and usage of drugs and substances* *mentions of scars* *degradation*

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You were 25. You were Guns N’ Roses band assistant and you always helped them out with their hair makeup and clothing. They were a little too much to handle sometimes. You got frustrated easily because they left everything a mess and they didn’t take time to appreciate all the things you do for them. You have talked to pretty much all of them except Izzy. He intimated you. He was tall and had black hair. He had never talked to you and you have never talked to him. One day you mustered up the courage to go talk to him but he was half asleep. 

“Hi Izzy,” you say in a cheery tone. 

“What do you want!? Leave me the fuck alone you bitch. You're nothing but a nuisance and a whore. I bet you only wanted to work with us for our dicks. Fuck off!” He went on an endless plethora as he jerked up from his sleep. He was under the influence of his first love Heroine. 

You saw needles and stained spoons everywhere next to him. You saw red fresh scars near his green veins. You walked away when you realized he was strung out. 

“How the fuck could I be so fucking stupid?” You scolded yourself. 

You were embarrassed and upset that you caused Izzy to yell at you. You wanted to cry but instead, you kept to yourself and helped everyone out since it was your job. You were thankful no one saw or heard him yell at you. 

Your final straw was when Izzy kept pointing at you when he was talking to Axl and Slash. You thought they were making fun of you. You were already so insecure so you resigned from being the assistant to Guns N’ Roses and moved on to a new rock band that was less of a freak show. You worked with them for a couple of years until the manager of Guns N’ Roses contacted you again to help them on the Use Your Illusion tour. You thought about it and accepted it because you knew they had to change by now. They were young and immature a couple of years ago but you figured they had grown out of that phase of being a new rock and roll band on the Sunset Strip. Many had the image that they were the definition of sex drugs and rock and roll and you didn’t believe it until you were first hired to work with them. 

You were finally in their dressing room again working with Axl on his hair. They had moved on from the glam metal scene to something more popular now that it was the early 90s. You worked on Duff's clothing. You felt bad for not seeing Steven. You missed him. Steven always matched your cheery and positive attitude. They were much more respectful and thankful than they were when they first started. You thought maybe their ego had gotten to them. You watched Izzy sitting in the corner with a guilty expression on his face. He felt bad for treating you like gutter shit the last time you had an interaction with him. He was already finding a way to make it up to you. You wanted to avoid Izzy in case he got mad again. Izzy came up to you while you were working on Slash’s belt.

“Hi Y/N, I’m so sorry for what our last interaction was. I feel terrible. Let me make it up to you. Let me take you to dinner one night” he announced loud and clear so everyone in the room could hear. 

This time you felt he was clean off of his drugs and alcohol. He spoke clearly and with confidence. He didn’t mumble or roll his eyes or giggle. You didn’t see anything on his hands. You were convinced he was drug-free. 

“Sure. What time?” You asked while putting Slash’s belt on. 

Slash was clearly drunk with a mixture of high. He almost fell down each time he stood up. You went over to the couch helping Izzy with his stuff now. Over time you and Izzy became friends. You both became closer. You’d talk on the phone to him every night from your hotel bedroom. You’d both whisper sweet things into the phone. He invited you into his room one night in the hotel while the band was on tour. You were with them doing your job. 

You watched Izzy take his pants off. He was straight to the point. You threw your nightgown on his hotel bed. You climbed in his blankets teasing him. You wanted him to come closer to your body. He watched your tits bounce while your pussy was out for him. You watched his cock going down to your entrance. He slowly penetrated inside of you. You were in a missionary position. He kept thrusting in and out of you. He was whispering sweet nothing into your ear like he was on the phone. Small grunts and moans escaped his lips. Gasps and sighs escaped your mouth. 

“Fuck me Izzy like the little bitch you used to call me.” you sighed loudly. 

He allowed you to move your body so you could put some effort into the sex. 

“Bitch fuck me until you leave me dry” Izzy commanded as he bounced up and down. 

You felt your legs shake and you felt your head melt into the mattress. You felt Izzy’s hands grabbing onto your arms as his head went back. Heavy breaths and moans left his mouth again. You felt his come travel down your thighs. He slid out of you and you both rested together in his hotel bed until the morning. You both walked out together. Duff and Axl caught you. 

“Look at that. The pretty assistant and the big dicked rockstar had fun last night.” Axl mused. 

“Yeah, so what if we did?” Izzy spat out in defense of you. 

“At least more women cling to me than they have clung to you if I supposedly have a big dick,” Izzy said to Axl. 

Duff laughed at Izzy and Axl’s back and forth. Axl didn’t say anything and just walked down the hotel ignoring Izzy for the rest of the day. 

[lilwoofs]

Can we talk about how in Bonnie’s Bowling the main title screen has BOTH glam bonnie and glam freddy

(Should also probably talk about how the gutter ball animation is Monty destroying bonnie-)

[stillthe1]

snippet from my maxiel lesbian au 🩷

Max Verstappen has always liked girls. 

From childhood to her teenage years, she knew right away who made her thighs quiver and who only filled her with indifference. She had no doubts, and it was funny to see the forever–cocky Dani Ricciardo hesitate about a topic, even funnier if it was about Maxine.

“Sooo. Maaax. Maxine. Max Emilia. Maxie.”

She barely raised an eyebrow, trying to look unbothered.

Max could absolutely do this, she could act like a fucking normal human being around the hottest woman that graced this earth. Of course, she could, she was Max Verstappen!

“Can I help you, my dear Dani?” She exaggerated her accent a little bit on the dear, and looked up up up from her phone, staring right at Dani’s eyes.  

And fuck. Holy fffuck. Dani looked good, as she always did, with her long curly hair in a messy ponytail that showed her undercut and her dark blue sports bra that framed her collarbone beautifully. 

Dani looked at Max with those beautiful brown eyes, and her pretty face was flushed. Max asked herself if it was from the gym, and didn’t dare to think it was because of her. 

No way, no freaking way Daniela Ricciardo would ever blush because of her. Get your mind outta the gutter, Verstappen. Max plastered a smile, sincere, because it was Dani, and kept looking up up up.

“Well. Maxie, I was wondering– And it’s okay if you don’t want to answer! Please, just. Listen.” She watched as Dani took a deep breath, enjoying how she closed her eyes and readied herself. As if she was getting ready for battle, or a race. “So… Charles said something–”

And oh fucking no. Nope. Max was noping the fuck out of this situation, out of the Red Bull facility, and out of this Earth, if it was even possible. Nope. Anything including Charlotte Leclerc was a big nope, written with veeery red paint, with the most horrid Comic Sans.

 She may be her best friend, yeah, and they might hook up from time to time, but. That’s exactly why she knows that Charlie including her on anything was a recipe for disaster. Big disaster.

Max nods, though. Nods and tries to focus on whatever the fuck Charlotte has said about her, and also on not fainting right there in front of everyone. Easy peasy.

“Uh-huh. What did the red chaos demon do now? Did she finally admit that The Incident was her fault, or did she try to blame the puddle, again?” She hopes her sarcasm could be heard from the Ferrari facility, maybe teaching her best friend a lesson.

She is trying to make light of the situation, even though she doesn’t know if it’s a situation yet. But, it’s Charlotte! Of course, it will be! She always ends up embarrassing Maxin—

“She implied you took each other’s virginity.”

And. Fuck. That’s way worse than whatever the fuck Max was thinking.

 She thought Charlie would’ve told Dani about their adventures with Pierre, Esteban, and George, running around with the boys during karting. Or, perhaps when they snuck into a club in Monaco with a very-fake ID and dressed up in very short dresses, all glammed up. Or—

“Max? Are you okay?” Dani’s voice is soft, so different from her normal cackles, the loud atmosphere that surrounds Dani is subdued now, and Max can feel her fingertips caressing the skin on her neck, making Max shiver. 

This was not fair, not fair, not fair at all! 

It was all Charlotte’s fault, her stupid mouth always landing them both in trouble, ever since they were kids. Max bets she didn’t even notice, that’s the thing, didn’t even notice that Dani was there, listening to her go on about their long-lost virginities. 

Max tries to breathe out slowly, practicing the breathing techniques Brad showed her years ago and tries to explain herself.

(Themselves? Fuck it if Max knows. She doesn’t want to think about Charlie right now.) 

“Y-yes. I know I didn’t tell you, and it’s nothing against you, Dani. Please, believe me.” Her sentences come out choppy, out of breath against her wishes. “I like girls, but I think you knew that already, didn’t you?” Max’s absolutely destroying her lower lip with all the worrying, but Dani’s eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes, flushing a bit more. Fuck, she looks amazing. Dani always looks great, but having her so close is breaking all the walls Max has spent years building.

[melusinasiren90]

A Violent Spring

This has been a violent spring. It began with a super bloom of blossoms, dogwoods blooming alongside roads and in parking lots, in forest overgrowth and in backyards in a profuse and unexpected onslaught of beauty. However, the pollen count that facilitated this early and audacious spring has been Hell on sinus passages! I had a terrible cold for two months, got better for a week, and now I have another cold. Thank God for Metallica! Their music has been distracting me from the congestion, nasal drip, and sore throats and such. My top five listens:

"One"-sums up the mood of convalescence, even though my plight is not quite so severe as the poor WWI soldier of this song

2. "Nothing Else Matters"- James crooning to me...I'll always be trash for it. Prone, vulnerable, wrecked utter trash.

3. "Am I Evil?"- Just gonna imagine that for five minutes in 1980, Sirius Black was in a New Wave of British Metal cover band that performed this regularly in the gutter clubs of London, and he poshly sneered, "My mother was a witch...", telling the honest to God truth. His mother was indeed a witch.

4. "Die, Die My Darling"- Appeases the true crime buff in me.

5. "Inamorata"- A very sophisticated metaphor, Mr. Hetfield!

Honorable mention: "Until it Sleeps"-Ah, Lars and Kirk's glam goth years.

[vermanaward]

the ingame versions of the 16 glam does not in fact amputate tails, so that's nice. yes, it clips, but i'll take clipping over amputation.

getting stuck in the company of yoshi p's self insert is always a recipe for an annoying time, and this was no different. the whole amnesiac crossover thing is repetitive and annoying in its own right tbh, at least 15's xover stuff was just noctis getting randomly isekai'd with none of the head clutching amnesia nonsense. but my expectations for crossover content are in the gutter anyway, so.

i kinda liked the duty action mechanics, even if rdm comes with its own built in gap close/dodge. the timing for the dodge without using the countdown cheat felt. weird but is something you could get used to á la slidecasting, i think. i wouldn't hate it if say vpr or rdm (or nin) had something like it in their regular kits but. this game's fight design (and netcode) being what it is i doubt it would be

also the duty actions did not eat dualcast which. food eats dualcast. sprint eats dualcast. though i didnt look to see if they bothered to designate them weaponskills or w/e. but it was a very weird feeling to commit that huge rdm no-no of interrupting a dualcast pair to weave the dodge action and still. having dualcast after

watching my girl block the boss with her magic toothpick also made me smile, but. im easy to amuse

annoying/10, but at least it was over quick (no fates, just a single solo duty)

[psychicequalizer]

December 1993, Hollywood

It was 3AM and Lani wasn’t home yet, and this left Ryan feeling sick and fidgety. 3AM back in the 80s was nothing; they were out til the sun came up more often than not. But these days, Lani still out past 3AM was fucking dangerous. Ryan was wrapped in a ratty blanket, huddled as far away from the windows as he could get. It was an unusually cold night in Hollywood, and since it usually didn’t get cold, and since they were so broke it wasn’t even funny anymore, they didn’t have heating in the shithole of an apartment they called home. Ryan was fucking freezing. He wasn’t sure how much of it was from the actual temperature and how much was from withdrawals, but either way, he was fucking miserable. And Lani was still out.

Lani thought Ryan didn’t know what he did to make the rent, but Ryan knew. Ryan had known for a long time. People who worked at McDonald’s didn’t come home looking broken and fucked out at 4AM, and Lani would never survive in a real job, anyways. Not that Lani was surviving so well as it was. He liked to pretend, but Ryan saw how his face screwed up with nightmares sometimes, or how his shoulders slumped when he walked, or how the sparkle in his eyes had dulled. Ryan knew.

And it was 3AM, and Lani wasn’t home yet, and Ryan couldn’t call the cops even if he never came back.

**** Somehow, when Lani had imagined Hollywood, the picture he’d gotten in his mind was a little more glamorous than this. It was a lot more girls and fancy cars and designer drugs and a lot less being shoved against the wall behind a liquor store, selling his ass to pay the rent. 

Life imitates art, or art imitates life, or whatever they say; rags to parties to evenings in the gutter to sex in a phone booth to heroin thin boyfriends to eviction notices to suicide scars to drunken Sunday mornings on the kitchen floor to streetwalking to rags again. All the poets got it right.

Lani slumped against the wall and zipped up his jeans with cold fingers. It was not a good night. He had $45 in his pocket, which didn’t go very far towards the rent or Ryan’s drug habit. Hollywood looked lifeless at night, these days. He kept his head down as he walked home—his bleached blonde hair was messy and unteased, but he knew everything about him still screamed glam. It wasn’t like it was something you could just get rid of; he would probably wear its scars and marks for the rest of his life. And he had on eyeliner. It was a habit, at this point, and it made him feel pretty. His looks were about all he had and he wasn’t gonna give those up, too.

He knew Ryan was probably worrying. He walked a little faster.

****

Ryan was still curled miserably on the floor when Lani unlocked the door and threw his jacket over the couch. 

“I thought you were dead!” Ryan said, jolting up and poking Lani’s chest with an accusatory finger. “Jesus, Lani, it’s past four!”

“I know, I know,” Lani sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was just…worried. I shouldn’t yell.” Ryan leaned in and kissed the corner of Lani’s mouth gently. “I just worry.”

“I know,” Lani said. “Don’t touch me ’til I shower.”

“I don’t care-”

“I said, don’t touch me ’til i shower! I’m…sweaty.”

“Do you wanna take a bath instead? The water’s still on. I’ll wash your hair.”

Lani looked broken as he contemplated under the soft lamplight. Ryan knew he didn’t want to want to, but he also desperately wanted. Lani always wanted; he wanted everything and no one, nothing at all and the entire world at his feet.

“Yeah. That would be nice. Will you get the water going? I need a fucking drink.”

[booksandmemes1987]

The Decline of Western Civilizaton part I, The Decline of western Civilization part II: The Metal Years, The Decline of Western Civilization part III

If you are a fan of music (70s punk, heavy/glam metal, and the sadness that is the 90s gutter punk) you can watch the whole documentary series of The Decline of Western Civilization parts I-III free on Tubi Tv.

But shhh, don't tell no one. ha ha

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #64: “Grim Reaper Gutters” | November 19, 2006 – 10:30PM | S05E08

I didn't remember this one much at all, except I had a vague recollection that it was very stream-of-consciousness; a few ideas mushed together without much craft or precision. A lot of episodes of Adult Swim shows are like that but are accidentally good. No such luck with this one. That was the other thing I remembered about this one: it being bad.

This episode starts off with Shake and Meatwad having an awkward conversation with each other that eventually dips into them reminiscing about the past, using both actual clips from previous episodes and flashbacks newly created for this episode. Most of the stuff they are flashing back to are mundane memories about Shake buying a computer he can't afford and then leaving town when the bill shows up. I guess the joke is that they could be doing an actual clip show with exciting clips, but they aren't. But they also sorta are, like when Frylock shows a montage of him blowing people up set to the Andrew W.K. song from a couple episodes back.

Then they call Carl to have him come over and hang out. They claim that Tera Patrick, a popular/well-known porn actress to you idiots who don't know beating off from Adam. Tera actually IS there, voiced by herself! She's even glammed out, wearing a silver bikini and on all fours, eating corndogs. Carl excitedly comes over when he realizes it's NOT a ruse. Then Frylock reveals that the real reason he's inviting Carl over is to sacrifice him to Dan from Grim Reaper Gutters, an actual Grim Reaper with Grim Reaper powers who is hounding the Aqua Teen's house, refusing to leave unless he makes a sale. Carl is dismissive of him, so the Reaper touches him dead. Frylock realizes the only way he can get him to leave is to buy gutters from him. He buys an elaborate set-up. Meatwad pulls a gun on his friends. When they panic he turns the gun on himself and stoically declares that nothing matters anymore and he blows his head off. End episode.

So yeah, there's basically the “clip show” segment of the show, the Tera Patrick section of the show, and then the Grim Reaper Gutters segment. They barely flow into one another making this episode feel like it was assembled by discarded ideas. To make matters worse, they also killed time with a clip show at the start. That makes this EASILY the worst episode of the series. Worse than Hypno-Germ! Worse than Escape From Leprauchpolis! Worse than eDork!

This episode reminds me of an episode of Pee-Wee's Playhouse that has the same level of flagrant neglect. The episode is called “Tango Time” and I believe it's from the final season of the show. The episode wastes so much time it's almost spellbinding. If you don't remember my write-up about the show, please know that I think Pee-Wee's Playhouse is one of the all-time great shows, and that I'm in awe of how good and well-made it is. “Tango Time” features the following: close-up footage of a dog eating a bowl of dog food basically in real time (they used this footage as a promo when Adult Swim aired Pee-Wee), not one but TWO nearly cartoons from the King of Cartoons (usually they show one and it's just an excerpt; the clips they use here are SIGNIFICANTLY longer, both of them!), and a segment where they briefly reminisce about past episodes. Pee-Wee decides the best way to end the show is to revisit the entire episode entirely, by featuring a fast-forwarded version of it that lasts several minutes.

Both of these episodes belong in the non-committal clip-show canon. They aren't just similar, I'd call them sister episodes.

[nameofallteams]

177 Bowling Team Names That Will Knock Your Pins Off

Bowling is a fun sport that’s all about precision, technique, and camaraderie with your teammates. But what truly sets the stage for a good time on the lanes is a creative and funny team name! Whether you're competing in a serious league or just playing for fun, having the perfect team name adds an extra layer of enjoyment. Here’s a list of 177 bowling team names that are guaranteed to strike a chord and knock your pins off. Funny & Punny Bowling Team Names Puns make for some of the best bowling team names. These names are perfect for teams that want to keep the mood lighthearted and humorous: - Livin' on a Spare - Split Happens - Alley Oops - Pin Pals - Gutterly Ridiculous - Ball Busters - Pin Heads - Spare Me - Holy Rollers - Rolling Thunder - The Bowl Movements - Gutter Gang - The Pin Is Mightier - No Pin Intended - Turkey Hunters - Lucky Strike - Gutter Dusters - Bowled Over - Strike Queens - The Lane Rangers Competitive Bowling Team Names For teams that take bowling seriously but still want a catchy, clever name, these competitive team names offer the perfect balance of focus and fun: - Strike Force - The Pin Crushers - King Pins - The Strikeout Squad - Rolling Rebels - The Gutter Guardians - Alley Masters - The Pin Punishers - The Strike Machine - Bowling Warriors - The Roll Models - Pin Power - Perfect Strikes - The Alley Cats - The Pin Crushers - Rollin’ Strikes - The Strike Kings - Lane Warriors - The Bowl Movements - The Pin Predators Pop Culture-Inspired Bowling Team Names From movies to TV shows and music, pop culture offers endless inspiration for bowling team names. These names are fun, relatable, and perfect for pop culture enthusiasts: - The Big LeBOWLskis - Alley McBowl - Ten Pin Commandments - The Bowling Stones - Bowl You Over - Spare Wars - Darth Bowlers - Pin and Tonic - The Bowlfathers - Pin Trek - Alley-Gators - Lord of the Pins - The Striking Dead - Stranger Pins - Fast Times at Alley High - The Spare Bears - Game of Throws - Splitzkrieg - The Rolling Dead - Strike Back Team Names for Casual Bowlers If your team is just there for fun and isn’t too concerned about winning, these casual and lighthearted names are perfect: - Lane Lovers - The Ballbarians - Gutters ‘R’ Us - Pin Pushers - The Bowling Stones - Gutter Gals/Guys - Bowlmates - The Spare Parts - Pin Cushions - Lane Invaders - The Bowling Alley Cats - We Don’t Give a Split - Rolling Stones - The Bowling Buddies - The Gutter Guzzlers - Here for Beer - The Pin Droppers - Bowling and Ballin' - Lane Hoppers - We Got Balls Classic Bowling Team Names Sometimes, classic names are the way to go. These traditional names evoke the timeless fun of bowling while still packing a punch: - Alley Cats - Rolling Stones - The Strikers - Pin Crushers - The Rolling Pins - Strike Masters - Gutter Kings/Queens - Pin Spinners - Alley Avengers - Bowl Patrol - Strike It Up - The Lane Legends - Pin Up Girls/Guys - The Bowler Coasters - The Ball Handlers - The Pin Seekers - Rolling Legends - Strike First - The Spare-taculars - Strike Knights Bowling Team Names with a Competitive Edge These names are ideal for teams that want to showcase their competitive spirit and dominate the lanes: - The Bowling Dominators - Strike to Win - The Pin Destroyers - Power Rollers - Gutter Conquerors - Lane Assassins - The Strike Brigade - Perfect Game Gang - Pin Pals Powerhouse - Rollin’ Rollers - The Bowling Blitzers - Pin Knockers - Rollin’ Thunder - Ten-Pin Titans - The Perfect Strikeforce - Pin Shredders - The Gutter Gangsters - High Rollers - Bowling Ballers - Split Decision Makers Female Bowling Team Names For women’s teams looking to combine strength, flair, and fun, these female-centric bowling names are perfect: - Alley Divas - The Pin Queens - The Gutter Girls - Split Sisters - Ball Busters - Bowling Babes - Lady Rollers - Pin-Up Gals - Striking Beauties - Queen Pins - Girls Gone Bowling - Gutter Glam - The Strike Sisters - Pink Strikes - The Lady Pins - The Bowling Betties - The Pin-Up Princesses - Rollin’ Queens - Lane Ladies - Striking Sensations Creative & Unique Bowling Team Names If you want a team name that’s a little more unique and creative, these are some standout options that combine fun with originality: - Bowl-o-Rama - The Incredi-bowls - Roll Models - Pin Ticklers - Lane Legends - The Alley Warriors - Bowldilocks and the Three Pins - Rolling with My Homies - Alley Cats Unleashed - The Pin Droppers - Strikeadelics - Gutter Bandits - The Bowling Avengers - Bowl So Hard - Pin Panthers - Lane Shifters - Rollin’ Outlaws - The Pinball Wizards - Strikes-R-Us - The Bowluminati Animal-Themed Bowling Team Names Incorporating animals into your bowling team name can give it a fun and wild edge. Here are some animal-themed team names to consider: - The Alley Cats - The Striking Sharks - Rolling Rhinos - Gutter Gators - The Pin Panthers - The Alley Eagles - Strike Snakes - Rolling Bears - The Ten-Pin Tigers - The Spare Lions - Gutter Wolves - Strike Stallions - The Bowling Bulls - Alley Owls - The Pin Hawks - The Rolling Raccoons - The Strike Falcons - Gutter Gorillas - The Bowling Buffalos - Alley Foxes Miscellaneous Funny Bowling Team Names If you’re looking for something totally out of the box, here are some hilarious and random names that will get people talking: - Bowlmates Forever - Split or Miss - Balls of Fury - Gutter Trash - The Rollin' Pins - The Bowling Bags - The Pinheads - Let’s Roll - The Alleygators - Lanes of Glory - Rollin’ in the Deep - The Pin Pricks - The Striking Disasters - Gutter Geeks - Alley Mutants - The Rolling Stones - Bowlin’ in the USA - Guttersnipes - Pinheads Unite - The Strike Machines Conclusion No matter if you’re playing casually or competitively, having a creative or funny team name adds an extra layer of enjoyment to the bowling experience. With this list of 177 bowling team names, you’ll surely find the perfect one to knock everyone's pins off! Now, grab your ball and get ready to strike out with style! Read the full article

[rosiewitchescottage]

Why People Are Upset About Drag Queens and Kids

Yes!! Go, go Amir.

I’ll say it as often as need be.

I Love Drag. But I love it as an adult woman. I love the fact that it’s ‘naughty’ as well as OTT glam.

The humour can be sexually charged. And there’s no issue there, because the audience are all adults.

Don’t want sexually charged humour and gutter mouths? Then you don’t go to see Drag.

Which brings us to why people are concerned about Drag Queens interacting with children.

I make the comparison between Drag Queens and Pantomime Dames a lot, because Panto Dames are the level to which Drag Queens need to switch, if they’re going to be fit for interacting with children.

Now, some may already be doing so, and that’s great. 

There my concern may be Gender Ideology/Theory (and yes, it’s real. I have to laugh about there are still people trying to say that it doesn’t exist.)

If the purpose is to show that it’s just as OK for adults to be in same sex relationships as in m/f relationships, then OK.

Straight up stories, depicting the world from childhood perspective, but with Mummy and Mummy or Daddy and Daddy, rather than Mummy and Daddy or a single parent.

As long as all adults are fully and modestly dressed.

(NO leather bondage gear doesn’t belong in a book for preschoolers. I know they appear in Pride Parades. But children shouldn’t be having to see them. Bondage is sexual play. Children can’t consent to being voyeurs. WTF! Do we really have to point this out?)

And if the point is that boys + men don’t all have to be masculine and girls + women don’t all have to feminine, well that’s cool.

But this shouldn’t be made into some befuddling talk about Gender Identities.

It can and should be perfectly simple.

All a boy has to be is male - He can be masculine, feminine or androgynous and he’s still a boy.

All a girl has to be is female - She can be feminine, masculine or androgynous and she’s still a girl.

And why not tell the children that Drag is something to do when you’re grown up.

You can play dress up and sing and dance as a child, and why not? It’s a lot of fun.

But we should make it clear that they’ll be doing it in ways appropriate to their age.

NOTHING that a Drag Queen does on stage in front of an adult audience is suitable to do in front of children.

And if anyone doesn’t get that from the start, then he/she shouldn’t be within a million miles of any child.

[dutcotennantllc]

Metal Roofing Shingles 101: All The Basics You Need To Know

Roofs aren't just protective shields over our heads; they're architectural canvases that define a building's character. While there are many roofing options available, one variety stands out from the rest.

We’re talking about the metal roofing shingles, the bold and brilliant stars of the roofing universe. Unlike the ordinary roofing system, these shingles have much more to offer.

Have no idea what this roofing option entails? Buckle up, because this guide will transform your perception of roofing forever.

Benefits of Metal Roofing Shingles: Beyond the Ordinary

Durability that Defies Time: Think of metal roofing shingles as the superheroes of roofing materials. They're practically indestructible, standing tall against mother nature's fury – rain, snow, hail, and winds, be warned!

Eco-Glam at Its Best: Metal roofing shingles often come from recycled materials and can be recycled again, reducing your carbon footprint without sacrificing style. Join the eco-friendly league with roofing that's not just about looks.

Adieu to Energy Woes: Fed up with skyrocketing energy bills? Embrace the energy-efficient metal shingles! They reflect sunlight, keeping your space cooler and your wallet happier.

Design Nirvana: Can metal shingles be stylish? Oh yes! With an array of styles, colours, and textures, they're like the fashionistas of roofing. Get that timeless slate or wood look without the fuss.

Zero Maintenance: Tired of spending weekends on roof upkeep? Metal shingles are practically carefree. No more rot, no more pests and definitely no more yearly replacements.

How to Install Metal Roofing Shingles?

Installing metal roofing shingles requires careful planning and precision. While they fall in the category of lightweight roofing system, it's recommended to hire a professional roofing contractor. Here's an overview of the installation process:

Preparation: Preparation is key. Old materials are gracefully bid adieu and the roof deck gets its moment in the spotlight, prepped for its metallic transformation.

Underlayment Enchantment: Imagine this as the protective spell cast on your roof. The waterproof underlayment keeps leaks at bay and sets the stage for the main act.

The Art of Battens: Battens – the unsung heroes behind the scenes. They create an air gap for better ventilation and moisture prevention ensuring your roof stays cool and dry.

Metal Shingle Symphony: It's showtime! Starting from the bottom, the metal shingles must be installed to their way up the roof. Therefore, forming a seamless connection that's both watertight and windproof.

Flashy Finish: Think of flashing as the elegant jewellery that complements a dazzling outfit. Placed strategically, they protect your roof from leaks, while ridge caps crown the masterpiece.

Maintenance Tips: How to Keep the Enchantment of Metal Roofing Shingles Alive?

Maintaining metal roofing shingles is relatively simple, but a little care goes a long way in prolonging their life.

Annual Roof Rendezvous: Give your roof the attention it deserves. Annual inspections keep potential issues at bay ensuring your roof remains a reliable fortress.

Gutter Glamour: Clean gutters mean happy roofs. Prevent water from gatecrashing your party by keeping those gutters clean and clear.

Artistic Touch-Ups: Roofs deserve a touch of artistry too! A dash of fresh paint here and there keeps your roof's charm intact, making it the envy of the neighbourhood.

Snow Strategy: Even superheroes need a little help. Safely remove excess snow to prevent fatigue and keep your roof ready for action.

Conclusion

Metal roofing shingles aren't just roofs; they're tales of durability, innovation and sophistication. Now armed with the knowledge of their extraordinary benefits, seamless installation and hassle-free maintenance, you're poised to rewrite your roofing story. 

So, whether you're building a new home or giving your old one a facelift, let metal roofing shingles be the protagonist that elevates your architectural narrative. If you are looking for a high-quality metal roofing shingles supplier then be sure to check out Dutco Tennant LLC.They’re a leading distributor of roofing shingles in UAE/Dubai.

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