#present carol denning

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢʀᴜᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ 🥺

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! Reader

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

I was brushing my teeth preparing for sleep, I glanced into the room and saw Carol changing her clothes. I grinned and resumed brushing. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with water.

Once I finished, I switched off the light and headed towards the bed. I climbed in and settled under the covers. Carol joined me a few moments later.

I switched off the lamp and lay down, wrapping my arm around her waist as I cuddled her from behind. I playfully kissed her cheek, and she chuckled, pushing my face away.

I smiled and turned off the lamp, getting comfortable and quickly falling asleep. However, at around 3 am, I woke up to the sound of small sobs. I felt arms wrap around me tightly, clutching onto me.

Reacting quickly, I turned the lamp back on and saw Carol burying her head in my chest. I felt my shirt becoming damp from her tears, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently stroked her hair.

"What's wrong, Care?" I asked, feeling confused.

It was unusual to see her crying, as I was accustomed to her confident and strong presence. So, I was quite surprised by this display of emotion.

"Please don't leave me. Please don't go," she pleaded, holding onto me tighter.

"Hey, hey, look at me," I said, brushing her hair away from her face. I noticed her red, swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I wiped away her tears and gently cupped her cheek.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" I inquired. She sniffled and wiped her nose.

"Sorry for waking you up. I just had a nightmare," she explained.

"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" I asked. She shook her head.

"It's too embarrassing," she sniffled. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I promise I won't make fun of you," I assured her, grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers.

"It was about you. We had an argument, and you ended up leaving me, saying that you wished you never had me and that I deserved to die in prison," she sobbed.

I embraced her head to my chest.

"It felt so real" her sobs muffling in my blouse I pecked her temple massaging her back.

"Shh darling listen it was just a dream you know I'll never depart from you have been through enough and deserve the universe" she wipes her eyes her face softening with each tranquil word.

"Why me though you could have been with a better woman?" she asks.

"Because I adore you and only you and I'll keep adoring you until our final days" I kiss the marriage band on her finger.

"Remember when I assured you that when you got released from prison, I would place a ring on your finger and marry you I kept that assurance right?"

She nodded her head "well I promise that it's us forever" I extended my pink finger much to her amusement she hooked her pinky finger with mine smiling brightly I kissed her forehead and held her until she slowly fell asleep.

[𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑]

I heard an urgent rap on my window, and I drew back the drapes to see Carol, but she appeared slightly frantic. I opened the window and she promptly climbed in.

"Hey Carol, what's going on- oof!" I was interrupted by her embracing me tightly.

"I did something terrible, and the authorities are going to discover it," she confessed.

My eyes widened, and I gazed down at her.

"What did you do?" I inquired, my heart rate quickening.

"I murdered Debbie," she stated. I stared at her in astonishment. I knew she disliked her, but I never imagined she would resort to killing her.

"You did what!" I exclaimed, stepping back. Carol flinched at the sudden increase in my voice.

"Why would you do that to your own kin? I know you didn't like her, but to kill her!" I yelled, fortunately, my parents were not home, or else they would likely have burst in.

"Hold on, you don't understand. I did it for us!" she pleaded, gripping my arm.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.

"I did it so I wouldn't have to leave you," she said, gradually maneuvering me towards the wall.

I continued to gaze at her, but now with fear. She cupped my cheeks with her hands, our eyes locked, but I gently removed her hands from my face.

"Carol, this is wrong. You can't escape from something you've done. You have to do what's right," I reasoned. Her expression shifted from hurt to anger as she backed away from me.

"I can't do that. I'll have my entire life torn away from me!" she shouted.

"Just like you took away Debbie's life. You admitted it yourself; they are essentially searching for you. It will be worse if you continue to hide," I said, noticing tears beginning to well in her eyes.

I tried to calm her down, but she forcefully pushed me away. "It's utter nonsense. She deserved it," she sneered. "Carol!" I shouted.

"WHAT-" I interrupted her by kissing her lips gently she gradually began to calm down and I withdrew when she regained composure.

"I understand you're upset, but I would prefer you face less trouble rather than more trouble please do it for me" her shoulders started to tremble that's when I noticed she was crying she clung to my shirt tightly and I embraced her body.

"How will I know if you'll even remember me if I did comply wouldn't be surprised if you meet someone else" she sobbed I shook my head and held her face in my hands making her gaze into my eyes.

"That's not going to happen I'll wait for you as long as it takes, and I promise you the moment you get out I'll purchase you the finest engagement ring and we'll have our wedding wherever you desire go on a luxurious honeymoon and simply spend time together" she chuckled through her tears.

"I will visit you every day, write you letters, or talk on the phone with you if I can't do either I don't want you to be afraid because I'll be by your side ok please Carol" she squeezed my hand while looking down at the floor after some silence she slowly nodded her head.

"Ok I'll do it, but you promise that you'll never abandon me right?" I nodded my head.

"Of course," I replied.

She slowly retreats and walks towards the window before pausing and rushing back to me and pressing her lips onto mine for what would be the final time, I hold her in my arms our lips moving in perfect harmony.

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks when we finally separated, I stroked her hair gazing deeply into her eyes.

"I love you Carol" she sniffled wiping her nose and wiping my tears.

"I love you too" with that she slowly releases me and climbs out the window without looking back.

|𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭|

I grinned at my spouse's slumbering silhouette, ultimately content to embrace her in my embrace after countless years of anticipation. It was all worthwhile since I could finally fulfill my commitment. Gradually, I shifted and switched off the light, ensuring that both Carol and I were at ease before drifting into slumber.

#carol denning #carol denning x reader #carol x fem oc #fluff #older carol denning #present carol denning #ashley jordyn #hennyrussell #angst

[carolsdenning]

haven’t posted in a decade but here’s a carol doodle

#carol denning #OITNB #oitnb season 6 #orange is the new black #present carol denning

[denningsjawbreaker]

MAMA'S HERE

Part One : Restless Nights

by: denningsjawbreaker

summary: decided to write if Carol Denning had a daughter named Rennie Denning who was born in 1980s and her story and point of view + flashbacks. It would also take place in the 80s , 90s, and present time, so young Carol and Present Carol will be featured.

warning ⚠️?! : angst, cursing...etc

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Rennie's Journal - 1994 ( 14 years old )

Dear Diary .... scratch fucking that. Hello Rascals , today's special is sorely about me. My fucked up life. My fucked up family . Just everything fucked up. My therapist requested I write everything out in a journal. I laughed at it because I doubt it would work but why not give it a try. I'm bored and my new foster family sucks major ass and they really don't give three dog shits about me.

I've honestly have been feeling so upset and just physically and mentally stressed out. Head aches have been worse and school SUCKS. I dont remember the last time I was happy. To be honest what is that? I want to leave this house. Im tired of going from different homes. Im tired of being bullied and teased because I'm a fucking foster child . It's not my fault my mother Carol is a psychotic murderer.

This is HER fucking fault. She made my life like this. She knew her actions and she still decided to make the killing spree on my aunt Debbie . Honestly I don't think she ever gave a shit about me. Now she fucked up my life and I'm an angst teen with mental problems and I'm always in bad situations. It's like her morals created horrible curses on my future .

I will never forgive her. She hurt me. She ruined my fucking life. How does one mother person do that to another individual that you're supposed to care for.

I don't ever think she cared.

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Flashback - 1983 ( Denning House ) ( 3 years old )

[ a few months before the incident and the parents aren't there as they are out btw ]

Carol sighs tiredly as she gets home from a night shift from Domingos Diner that Barb and her work. She removes her coat and scarf and kicks off her shoes and throws herself on the living room couch.

She sighs and lets her eyes close for a moment.

" Mama ? " a small childlike voice appears and Carol shoots up and sees her three year old daughter standing in the middle of the small living room holding a broken bear .

Carol smiles softly masking her tiredness and sits up patting the empty area next to her .

" Hey little rascal , come sit next to mama... Mama's so tired but Mama can make an exception for her baby " Carol smiles wide and fixes her glasses as little Rennie goes and plops on the couch next to her mother.

" Mama tired ? Mama sleep and eat ! " Rennie suggests and plays with Carol's bracelet that Rennie had made for her . Carol places Rennie on her lap and strokes Rennie's small curls and sighs " Mama will sleep and Mama ate at her job it's okay . Where is everyone else? " Carol looks around at the silent house .

Rennie swings her little legs and shrugs. " They out. Auntie Barb not home ? " she lays against her mother's chest not noticing the tension.

Carol's lip curled at the mention of her parents just leaving and forgetting about her child. Of course they aren't here . Couldn't even bring themselves to take care of her offspring just so they can be at that little fucking cunt's meet . Fucking Barbarian. Out with her lil whore of a boyfriend and couldn't even give Carol a ride home.

Carol let's out a heavy sigh and looks down at Rennie with a forced smile.

" That's okay. Mama is home now maybe we can watch something okay? " Carol suggests and Rennie claps her hands her little curls bouncing.

" YAY! I love watching with Mama! We watch Sesame Street Mama! I love Big Bird ! " Carol chuckles at the excitement and goes to turn the TV on and the silence is replaced with the theme song of Sesame Street.

Carol sighs and is holding on a wiggly Rennie who is clapping and singing to the music . Carol never really had anyone to rely on. Being a loner at school and having no real idea of love or any sort of guidance. When she had Rennie , let just say she was nervous and scared as much as Carol hated to admit. It was one time Carol had tried to find her pleasure of a good time and it all ended up on her fallen pregnant.

Revealing to her parents was even worse. At least her mom had convinced her dad to let them stay (which honestly was the only time Carol had been defended by her mother ). She never saw herself as a mother figure to anyone and she couldn't understand why the universe decided to grace her with such an amazing child .

Carol look towards her young daughter who was now fast asleep in her arms and with her small lips parted . Carol smiled softly, heart strings pulling seeing this miracle in her arms. As much as Carol was afraid of what was to come during motherhood, she was grateful at the same time. Having someone that actually loved Carol and not shaming her for the little crap she does was a relief for her.

And for the first time ever , Carol felt happy .

" My little rascal...I love you so much. I'll always be here.. Mama's here. " Carol whispers before closing her eyes as well holding onto her babygirl. Both drifting off the tiredness from there body.

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[ Kid you not I have no clue WHY I DECIDED TO DO THIS NOW I COMPLETELY AM NOT OKAY FUCK .. ANYGAYS COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED ]

#carol denning x reader #carol denning imagine #orange is the new black imagine #ashley jordyn #henny russell #little debbie murderers #oitnb #young carol #present carol #carol denning #explore #story #daughter reader #daughter oc #oc

[alexzilver]

Queen of Comics

Hello guys! welcome to my new post! I am late to this fandom and even later with writing for it. However I've build up the courage to scribble something out. Enjoy!

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Pairing : Present! Carol Denning/Reader ( gender is not specified )

Warnings : None except the canon typical swearing and suggestive talk here and there

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Carol likes drawing. Little doodles here and there, violent fight scenes between cartoon figures, to full blown comic books. Luckily for you, she occasionally makes one for you.

It was lights out. You and Carol were sitting on her bunk. An idea ran through your head. ''Hey Jingles!'' You said while throwing a jolly rancher at her head. She looked up "Ow! The fuck is wrong with you?" She asked, unimpressed. She knew exactly what this is about. Kinda. You either hadn't been getting enough attention and were feeling bold, or maybe you wanted sex. Carol likes sex. ''When are you gonna finish 'Steve and the Soap Monster?'' Your voice shook her out of her thoughts.

Oh. Well that is a surprise. She really thought you'd go for sex. 'Damn it.' Carol had a liking towards drawing. One day, when you were coming into your shared cell you saw her scribbling away on some paper. It turned out to be a cover for a comic. After a little bit of bribing she let you flip through the pages and of some others as well. Not before promising to not utter a word about this to anyone though.

''I will break your arm into pieces.''

Turned out, You absolutely loved it. You didn't know how she came up with the stories but they were incredible. You read through every single one within the hour and had complimented Carol so many times, a blush was covering her cheeks. You smiled. 'She's beautiful like this'

''wanna make more? I 'll reward you.'' You asked suggestively. Her eyes widened. this change of demeanor was not anticipated at all. Needless to say; As soon as you fell asleep she spent all night drawing.

It wasn't as if you were exploiting her. Not at all! She was getting paid! with lolly-pops and many, many orgasms. Not money, but still a quite worthy payment. "Look, I get that you're busy and all, I mean, Bridge is a serious business." Carol cocked her head to the side, eyebrows raising. "But I am bored out of my mind." A very fake scandalized look made its way on her face. ''And when I 'm not bored, I-"

"Am I not good enough for you?" She asked, sarcasm as obvious as Baddison's stupidity. ''-great anxiety for my buddy Steve- Shut up- Carol, when are you going to write a part two? I'm addicted and your talent is my drug.'' She looked at you with a small amount of annoyance. '' Flattery ain't magic, Sugar-pops.'' You stuck your tongue out. ''Asshole.''

She stood up and made her way over to her treasure of magazines and candy. ''Excusing your behavior.'' She said, giving you a side eye before rummaging through the pile of stuff. ''I think you might like this.'' She exclaimed before throwing it at you. You made a surprised noise. Looking at her as if she killed your dog. 'Karma' She mouthed teasingly.

Your eyes focused on the object that was thrown at you. Caught by your very own face. Holy shit! Not only a part two, but also a part three?! You looked at her shocked. ''W-what? How?!'' She shrugged, 'Bastard.' You didn't need an answer ''Carol, baby, I love you so much.'' You uttered in awe. ''Pretty rad huh?'' She chuckled. She said as she made her way over again. Straddling your hips Carol looked at you hopefully.

'' I get a double reward now, right?''

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byE

#carol denning #present!carol denning #carol denning x reader #oitnb #netflix oitnb

[sweet-s0rr0w]

Light some candles, run a bath, and get yourself in the mood for some top quality smut, as I present... a follow up to last year's collaborative Drarry sex scene reclist! This is an all new selection of some absolutely scorching favourite smutty scenes and fics picked by an (almost) all new cast of Drarry writers, artists, reccers and fans!!!! A huge thank you to my fabulous contributors @babooshkart, @caroll-in, @citrusses, @crazybutgood, @danpuff-ao3, @emmalovesdilemmas, @epitomereally, @geesenoises, @getawayfox, @ghaniblue, @kbrick, @lettersbyelise, @makeitp1nk, maesterchill, @moonflower-rose, @mxlfoydraco, oknowkiss, @rockingrobin69, @sitp-recs, @softlystarstruck, sorrybutblog, tackytigerfic, wolfpants and @xanthippe74 (and me!)

Please mind the tags and practice DLDR as unsurprisingly these fics feature a wide variety of kinks and some are dub/non-con. Don’t forget to leave kudos!

All Drarry unless a poly ship specified!

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[adito-lang]

Norwegian Christmas vocabulary and traditions

Førjulstid / Adventstid 🕯🍷✨

Mange markerer adventssøndagene med en lysestake med fire stearinlys. Første søndag i advent tennes det første lyset, og for hver adventssøndag tennes et nytt lys.

I ukene før jul er det vanlig at bedrifter, foreninger og vennegjenger har julebord. Det er en førjulsfest, et selskap eller restaurantbesøk der det blir servert tradisjonell julemat, ofte i form av en buffet. 

På de fleste julemarkeder kan man smake på gløgg (en varm, kryddet drikk som inneholder vanligvis rødvin), i tillegg til tradisjonelle julegodterier som brente mandler. Juleøl, et mørkt og krydret øl, kommer i butikkene i november og serveres ofte i I adventstiden.

Mange pynter huset med julepynt: kranser, nisser, engler, stjerner osv. Det er vanlig med juletre i stua som dekoreres med glitter og julekuler. 

Jul og Romjul 🎁🌲🍽

Lille juleaften, 23. desember: mange familier har egne tradisjoner denne kvelden, som �� pynte juletreet, lage pepperkakehus, og se på Grevinnen og hovmesteren på NRK.

Julaften, 24. desember, er høydepunktet i norsk julefeiring. De fleste spiser julemiddag hjemme eller hos slektninger. Tradisjonelle juleretter er ribbe, pinnekjøtt, julepølse, lutefisk, juletorsk, medisterkaker, og risgrøt/julegrøt. Det finnes en utbredt tradisjon om å putte en skåldet mandel i julegrøten som serveres på (lille) julaften. Den som finner mandelen får en liten gave. Og når vi snakker om gaver: julegavene er på forhånd lagt under juletreet, og pakkes ut på kvelden julaften.

Første juledag (25. desember) og andre juledag (26. desember) er offentlige fridager. De fleste har fri fra jobben, og dagene brukes gjerne til familieselskaper, å gå ut på tur i skogen og å kose seg med gaver, filmer osv.

Romjulen starter når andre juledag er over, det vil si fra og med 27. - 31. desember. Fra 27. desember er butikkene åpne og mange haster rundt for å bytte julegaver som de ikke vil ha eller å kjøpe det de vil i romjulssalg til redusert pris. Men den er ofte en rolig tid, og mange tar en hyttetur eller bruker romjulen til friluftsaktiviteter. Det fant en tradisjon med å gå julebukk. Barn kledde seg ut, gikk rundt på besøk til folk, ringte på dørene og sang julesanger for de som åpner, men denne skikken er ikke vanlig lenger.

Norsk - Deutsch - English

lysestake (en) - der Kerzenhalter - candle holder

julebord (et) - die Weihnachtsfeier (für Angestellte/Mitglieder/Freunde) - Christmas banquet for employees/members/friends

julemarked (en) - der Weihnachtsmarkt - Christmas market

gløgg (en) - der Glühwein - mulled wine

brente mandler - gebrannte Mandeln - roasted almonds

juleøl (et) - das Weihnachtsbier - Christmas beer

julepynt (en) - die Weihnachtsdekoration - Christmas decoration

nisse (en) - der Nisse (Hausgeist) - nisse (folklore creature)

juletre (et) - der Weihnachtsbaum - Christmas tree

julekule (en) - die Weihnachtskugel - Christmas baubel

Lille juleaften - "Kleiner Heilig Abend" - "Little Christmas Eve"

pepperkakehus (et) - das Lebkuchenhaus - gingerbread house

Grevinnen og hovmesteren - Dinner for One

Julaften - der Heiligabend - Christmas Eve

julemiddag (en) - das Weihnachtsessen - Christmas dinner

julerett (en) - das Weihnachtsgericht - Christmas dish

ribbe (en/ei) - Schweinerippen - pork ribs

risgrøt (en) - der Reisbrei - rice porridge

julegave (en/ei) - das Weihnachtsgeschenkt - Christmas present

Første juledag - erster Weihnachtstag - Christmas Day

Andre juledag - zweiter Weihnachtsfeiertag - Boxing Day

Romjul (en/ei) - zwischen den Jahren - period between Dec 27th-31st

romjulssalg (et) - der Weihnachtsverkauf - Christmas sale starting on Dec 27th

å gå julebukk - Weihnachtssingen gehen (Kinder verkleiden sich) - to go Christmas carolling (kids dress up in costumes)

julesang (en) - das Weihnachtslied - Christmas song

God jul og godt nytt år! 🎉❤️

#a lot of these are very similar to christmas traditions in germany so they feel familiar #we watch 'dinner for one' religiously too 😂 #norwegian #norwegian langblr

[rriavian]

Christmas/Winter Themed Writing Prompts:

So @aisalynn and I were looking for a prompt list and ended up creating our own. We wanted to have a bit of enemies to lovers sharpness alongside some softer tropes. There are ones here that can be used platonically as well as romantically, so no real limit on the ship. Though I've mainly written for Corintheus I'm happy to give pretty much any pairing a go :)

Feel free to use any of these for your own writing inspiration if there's one that speaks to you!

Character A gets unexpectedly jealous by seeing B kissing someone else under the mistletoe.

Characters celebrating/observing an old seasonal/yuletide tradition that has almost been forgotten.

Characters A and B are rivals forced to cuddle for warmth

Exes forced to see each other at a holiday party because their friend group refused to choose between them.

Characters A and B have never gotten along but somehow end up paired together on a project for their companies season charity event.

Character A watches someone else give character B a gift and knows they could have chosen something better.

Character A runs into character B and sees that B is wearing A's favourite sweater that went missing a few weeks ago.

“If you try and make me sing Christmas carols I will kill you.”

Meet ugly where character A accidentally spills hot chocolate all over character B. Far from being apologetic A is just pissed about the loss of the whiskey they had poured into the drink.

Character A yanking character B closer by their scarf in the middle of an argument.

Post break-up character A gets dragged to a strip club by well-meaning friends and ends up there for the Christmas themed night. Character B wears mistletoe in...interesting places.

Character A and character B don't get along but somehow end up as each other’s secret Santa.

Character A and B are the only two people at an airport bar while they each wait for their separate delayed flights home for Christmas.

Characters A and B share a drunken New Years kiss. They mutually agree to forget about it. But then it keeps happening. Every. Single. Year.

Rival ice carving artists.

Jewellery shop owner character A keeps selling and processing returns for the Christmas proposal ring indecisive character B keeps buying. Final return after character B's failed proposal and break up.

Character A gets a Christmas present meant for character B and has to try and get it to them in time for Christmas.

Character A hates Christmas, character B decides it’s the perfect time of year to mess with them.

Character A keeps being set up with character C for family events and needs an excuse. They choose character B to be their fake partner, but they don’t tell them what they've done.

Character A is on a terrible sleigh ride date when the horse goes lame. Ends up helping character B, the sleigh driver with the horse, turns out not to be a bad night after all.

Character A is a sketch artist working over the holidays, character B is the next person to sit down in their chair.

Character A’s heating breaks in the middle of winter, character B is the engineer they call out to fix it.

Character A is trying to find a date in time for the holidays but they keep being cancelled on, character B seems oddly smug about it

Character A owns a bakery, character B is obsessed with everything they make—including the delicious winter treats they’re currently selling—but thinks A themselves is arrogant and intolerable (irritatingly hot though).

Instead of wrapping presents character A finds a dubious, but very creative, use for ribbons, character B falls victim but finds they’re into it.

Character A has taken to sucking on candy canes, character B is bothered by this but can’t tear their eyes away.

“You can’t hide under blankets forever just because it’s cold.” “Yes I can.” — character A then proceeds to drag character B out of their blanket den.

The season reminds character A of something/someone they’ve lost, character B comforts them in an unconventional way.

Character A wants to avoid a family reunion over the holidays, character B helps stage an ‘emergency’.

Characters A and B spend the holidays together for the first time as a couple, character C is a person in common they weren’t aware the other knew (up to you whether this is a good or a bad thing)

Character A is used to partners not being very accepting of their family/friends, character B meets them for the holidays and is the first to take it all in stride.

Character A is performing in *winter/Christmas themed media of your choice*, character B happens to be sat in the front row on opening night.

Character A is famous for writing a very catchy seasonal song that plays every year, only thing is they utterly despise hearing it now. Character B won’t stop humming it.

#Christmas/Winter prompts #writing prompts #send me an ask if you like any of these #might take a little while to finish but I'm excited to write some winter themed things #10 is actually an existing wip idea haha

[twenty-thirty-two]

Under the Moonlight 

Carol Denning x female!reader

warnings: some swearing, hint of abuse, Carol has anger issues, what’s new? thunderstorms

a/n: okay I’m looking back at this now and I see how it’s weirdly formatted and I have no idea why?? I’ll go back and fix it but enjoy!

Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work

I do not consent to my work being reposted on other sites, translated, or copied

“Just leave! I can’t even look at you right now!” You screamed at your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend.

You just found out that he had been cheating on you for a little over a month now. The girl he was cheating with had the decency to tell you after she had found out.

Slamming the door, you didn’t even wait for him to walk away. You leaned against the wooden frame and let the threatening tears roll down your face, a myriad of emotion washing over you.

Wiping the streak of tears from your face, you walked to your room and began to stuff everything he ever gave you into a beaten up box, determined to rid yourself of the man you once loved.

Once you finished, you realized that you needed to get out of the house, you needed some sort of distraction and only one came to mind: Carol Denning, your best friend.

Her parents were on a trip with Debbie for a gymnastics meet, so it was just her and Barb. You knew that Carol worked on Friday afternoons, so you quickly dressed and headed down to Domingo’s. The gloominess of the world around you only added to your disconsolate mood. 

At the horrid sound of the bell, Carol wiped off the tired look on her face and plastered on a fake smile. Once she saw you, the plastic smile turned into pure concern, seeing the teary-eyed look on your face was more than enough to get her to drop whatever she was doing at the time.

“Y/N/N? What’re you doin’ here? What’s wrong? C’mere.” With her gentle tone and open arms, you couldn’t hold back the tears even if you tried. She ushered you to the back, in a side-way embrace.

She managed to get you to sit down, and through your fit of sobs, she was barely able to make out ‘He cheated on me, Care’. Whether it was her already established hatred for your ex or the heartbreaking sight in front of her, anger boiled deep inside of her. Fuming was probably the best word to describe how Carol was feeling. Being deep in thought, she didn’t notice the girl in front of her leaping across to hug her until she felt the tightening of your arms around her, all Carol could do in that moment was rub small, comforting circles on your back. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry, he didn’t deserve you, I could kill the sorry son of a bitch. You say the word.” You wiped away some stray tears with the sleeve of your Carol’s cardigan and let out a small laugh. 

“I can’t afford you getting arrested, I need you.”

I need you

That phrase rings in Carol’s ears, heart skipping several beats. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” You begin to protest but Carol was having none of it. She grabbed her things from her locker and walked out with you in tow.

“Are your parents still away?” You nod as you turn the key to let the two of you in. Your parents have been away on some medical conference in New York for the past week, leaving just you in the apartment. The gloomy sky was still very much present, if not worse than earlier. Faint rumbling fell on deaf ears, alerting anyone and everyone that a storm was on its way.

“Worst part is that the heat went out in the apartment and the landlord is working as slow as possible to get it fixed and I can’t do jack shit.” The creaky door to the apartment allows entrance into what you consider your own personal igloo.

“Shit, it’s cold in here, you can’t possibly stay here!” Carol says, crossing her arms to preserve body heat. She offers to let you stay with her while the heat returns, and you gratefully accept. You pack a small bag and the two of you head out. 

“You can leave your bag there, y/n/n” A beat falls over the quiet room. 

“So.. um, y’wanna talk about it?” You smile at the blonde’s attempt and slowly shake your head.

“Not really, Care. I feel like I’m all cried out.” As Carol was about to respond, a loud rumbling was heard outside. Turning towards the window, the once sporadic raindrops began to fall in a frenzy.

Carol went to change out of her uniform to put on something more comfortable and that didn’t have any food stains from grimey kids. You ordered some pizza in the meantime and went to get changed yourself. 

Carol put on a movie and talked about everything and nothing at all. By the time the pizza came, the wind had picked up, broken branches strewn out on the streets, leaves here and there. After half an hour, the storm worsened, causing the lights to flicker before turning off. The heater that was once creating some white noise in the background became silent, the orange-hued room became dimly lit by the moonlight.

“Fuck- power went out throughout the whole block!” Carol huffed

“Do you have any candles? Flashlights? Something?” You said, rushed out.

You like the rain, you enjoy curling up in bed with a good book and hearing the patter of the raindrops against your window. What you didn’t like was the incessant rumbling and flashing accompanied by the rain. To make matters worse, the power outage only elevated your current fear. 

“Yeah, I should have some.” She muttered as she began rifling around the drawers.

A flash briefly lit up the room followed by a crash of lightning a few seconds later caused you to flinch pretty hard. Hard enough for Carol to take notice, a smirk flashed across her face, ready to make some sort of witty remark about your fear when she realized that you were shaking.

“Scared?” 

“Zip it, Care.. Am not.” You muttered the last part, but the small chuckle she did advised you that she, in fact, heard you.

“Bullshit!” She looked over her shoulder to throw you a pointed look.

“Bulltrue!” The blonde gave you a surprised look, which quickly morphed into what you assumed was something of please and admiration. You began wringing your fingers together. Not wanting to listen to anymore of your best friend’s taunts, you decided to speed up the process and help Carol find something to illuminate the room.

“Aha! I found one of Barbie’s old janky flashlights. We can use this until the power comes back on.” She said, casually throwing the flashlight into the air then promptly catching it. You sighed out in relief as the room was now lowly lit.

You plopped yourself onto the couch as Carol attempted to prop up the flashlight. A string of curses and multiple books later, she got the light to stay up to mimic a lamp. She huffed and threw herself onto the couch next to you before putting her head onto your lap. You began to subconsciously run your fingers through her hair as you started talking about something you overheard about the quarterback in third period. 

Carol absolutely loves whenever you run your fingers through her hair, it makes her feel calm, almost vulnerable, possibly the only time she ever feels that way. She loves affection, or touch in general because she was so devoid of it growing up, of course, she’d never admit that to you, or herself, really. Carol has always felt different from girls her age, she never had this fascination with the boys in school, she didn’t want to talk about how dreamy they look, she did agree, though, that they were stupid. She feels more when she looks at a picture of Cyndi Lauper than she does when she sees the “hottest” kid in school, or any boy for that matter.

 How many lesbians are even in Litchfield? 

Slim to none

She laughs to herself, you look down at Carol with a raised eyebrow. You ask her what’s so funny but she brushes you off and tells you to continue your story. Deep down, Carol knows that her feelings for you are much more than friendship, she would never think it though for fear of it being true. She can’t admit that to herself, or to you. She’d hate to ruin what the two of you have, even if it is purely platonic. There’s many what if?’s that run through her mind when she thinks about telling you, the majority of which all end the same way, with you leaving. She couldn’t bear to do that. 

“Care?” Carol snapped out of her internal monologue and sensed that you stop combing your fingers through her hair.

“Hm?”

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” You cocked your head 

“Nothin’.” You narrowed your eyes at the obvious lie.

“Don’t mean to be sappy-” 

 “then don’t”

“-But, you know you can talk to me right? I’m not your parents, or Barb. I genuinely care about you and I worry about you sometimes.” You say as you brush your thumb over her bruised knuckles.

Carol sits up, taking her hand away from yours.

“Where is this coming from?” Alarmed, you wonder if you’ve possibly hit a sore spot for Carol.

“N-nowhere, I’m just sayin-”

“Well don’t! You don’t know shit, Y/N.” She huffs and gets up from the couch, going into her room, but not before slamming the door. Since you met her, Carol has only ever called you by a nickname or cookie, which she only did when you were new, you could never tell if you liked the nickname or not, regardless, it hurt when she called you by your actual name.

After cleaning up the mess, and putting away the leftover pizza in the fridge, you went to get ready for bed, anything to give Carol some space. You knew she was a hothead, you’ve seen her angry because some jock got the last pop can she wanted. She’s punching walls and her knuckles are always scattered with bruises, new and old. You always tended her wounds, never making her feel bad about it. In fact, you started getting colorful bandages with stars and shapes so that she wouldn’t see the boring old beige.

You decided to make some hot chocolate to combat the cold environment you were cooped up in. After plating some cookies, you walked up to Carol’s door and lightly tapped the door with the mug. You heard some muttering behind the closed door and took that as a ‘come in’.

Carol was laying on her stomach, pillow smothering the bottom half of her face as she laid reading. She quirks an eyebrow when she sees the plate and mug in your hands. 

“I made hot chocolate, I didn’t make the cookies, but here, in case you’re looking for something warm.” You say quietly, placing the mug and plate on her desk.

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. Her face is unreadable, you shift from one foot to the other, before ultimately bidding her a good night.

Before you could even get to the door, you hear a solem “I’m sorry”

You look over your shoulder and Carol is now sitting up, fiddling with her fingers, not looking at you for a split second.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you, you were trying to help, I just-” You slowly shake your head as you wordlessly ask if you could sit next to her.

“Carol, you never have to explain yourself to me, I know you meant no harm.”

“No-No please, hear me out.” She pleaded, you nodded, silently telling her to continue.

“I have a hard time dealing with my shit so I take it out on others, and you, I’m telling you now, you, cookie, have never nor will you ever be on the receiving end. You have been the best thing in my life, the best thing in this shithole, really.” The moonlight shines through the room, every so often, the natural light shining on Carol’s thick glasses.

“I do appreciate what you said earlier, Y/N/N. I do, I’m not used to having someone wanting to listen to me bitch and moan. With mom and dad always prancin’ behind fuckin’  perfect Debbie, and Barbie having her head so far up her ass, I’m not used to this.” She makes a hand motion between the two of you and the plate of cookies.

“Well, get used to it, Denning, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” You say proudly. Carol laughs and tips her head back, hair following suit.

“Jesus fuck! Colder than the fuckin’ north pole! Stupid heater.” Carol muttered, she heard your laugh from the bathroom as you were finishing up getting ready for bed.

“Might as well bundle up tonight, I don’t see the power coming on any time soon.”

“No, you’re right, I’ll raid the house for some blankets.”

Meanwhile, you begin to make your bed on the couch, from where your head is going to be laying, you have a good view of the window and the furious raindrops hurtling towards the windowsill. Carol comes back, arms full of thin and thick blankets, her glasses barely making it above the stack of fabric in her arms.

“Take your pick.” Despite being muffled, you understood clearly. You grabbed a couple of blankets and placed them on the couch behind you.

“Are you going to be comfortable there?”

“Yeah, yeah, Care, ‘m okay.” Hesitantly, she says okay and wishes you a good night.

Rumble after rumble, flash after neverending flash, the storm has not let up since earlier in the day. It seems as though it has gotten worse, The Denning house, quiet as ever, you’re buried underneath thick and thin blankets alike, yet, you’ve never felt colder. 

There wasn’t a toss or turn you haven’t done, and by now it’s been well over an hour and a half since you went to ‘bed’. You did everything you could to fall asleep, counting sheep, counting the raindrops on the window, thinking about going to sleep, yet, nothing.

I mean, how could you? When the girl who has your heart is in the other room?

You laid there for another ten minutes contemplating on whether or not you should do what you’re about to do. Suddenly, your legs have a mind of their own and you find yourself outside of Carol’s bedroom. You open the door just enough to be able to peek your head in, Carol is just about to take her glasses off when her head snaps towards the door.

By some miracle, you walk through the door, close it behind you and lean against the closed door. Carol looks at you, not a word said, watching your every move. You push yourself off the door and walk towards Carol’s bed, climbing in next to her, scooting somewhat close to her before muttering,

“‘m cold.” Carol smiles to herself and thanks every and any god who would listen.

Carol’s shampoo envelopes your senses, her warmth sends shocks through your body. 

Oh my god! What a ballsy move!

Oh my god.. What a ballsy move.

What will she think? Did you fuck things up? Does she know?

No, if she did, she’d say something..right?

If she didn’t want you here, she’d tell you so, she’d have no issue telling you to get the fuck out.

Your rambling thoughts were the breaking point for your mind, you managed to fall asleep. Carol followed suit.

The clock’s harsh red letters read 2:30. You turned around, back no longer facing Carol, instead the two of you were face to face. Somehow, you sense this, and your eyes flutter open. Carol’s face is beautifully lit by the moonlit sky. Everything about her is beautiful, soft, pink lips, chocolate brown eyes, soft blonde hair. 

Whether pure luck or pure coincidence, Carol opens her eyes. She blinks away the sleep clouding her. Not a word is spoken, a long beat passes, your eyes drifting to her lips, hers to yours. Her eyes scan your face trying to find any hesitation or any disinterest. 

She slowly gets closer, giving you a chance to back out, before your lips crash against one another, with you closing the gap. Your fingers find themselves entangled in her hair, Carol’s right hand cups the side of your face, deepening the amorous exchange.

Your heart skips several beats, thumping hard against your chest. Forget butterflies in your stomach, you feel the whole damn zoo in there. Inside, you’re squealing with joy, not believing that this is happening until Carol’s thumb smooths over your cheek, sensation alerting you that this moment, under the moonlight, is real.

#carol denning #oitnb carol #carol denning x fem!reader #carol denning x reader #carol denning oitnb #Orange is the new black #carol denning x female!reader #young carol denning #young carol #young carol x reader #young!carol denning x reader

[sunbeamstress]

i jumped on the Walking Dead train really late, but i got to finish the show with the fans and i thought it was excellent. it also marks the second or third time i've binged a piece of acclaimed media that became noteworthy for fucking over its fans - the last time was when i beat the mass effect trilogy, a decade late. i thought that was excellent too.

of course it's a lot easier when the game you're playing already has the patched-in ending option and all its DLC, and walking dead was definitely easier to get through since when season 5 ended, i could go right into season 6 without The Cliffhanger

it's clear that the show i watched wasn't the show that AMC presented. scrubbed of its social media gaffes and godawful pacing, it was honestly a thrill ride. it takes a little time to stumble its way through the first two seasons, and the third is definitely more of a slow burn of dread, but if you can punch your way through those you're rewarded with a tense thriller that rarely wastes its time - every scene demands your attention and reveals something new. the moment my life settles down again i want to binge-watch it all over again with a friend.

in my early/mid twenties, i'd fallen in love with an artsy little tech-fetishist webcomic about a few kids struggling to avert the end of the world. you might have heard of it, it was called Homestuck. it would go on to balloon into a very different sort of work from the one it began (i miss the Amiga graphics and quotes from poets/novelists), but also it was the first time i looked around to realize i was in the middle of a fandom. and in those days it wasn't a lovely sight.

my problem was i hadn't been inoculated against this sort of thing yet. from the moment i discovered the MSPA forums, it was impossible for me to experience homestuck without also crossing over to get a life feed of how the fans were enjoying it, and that was uhh, complicated. i have a lot i could say about Andrew Hussie as a creator and maybe one day he'll get his very own rambling not-quite-essay from me, but i maintain that i didn't get to enjoy Homestuck the way it deserved because i am the sort of person whose opinions can be influenced by others. you are too, don't judge.

i hold fast to my conviction that the best way to enjoy something is to enjoy it pure and alone, or with at most perhaps two friends whose tastes you can trust. all too often i've seen people try to make it through the walking dead, or better call saul, or mass effect, or homestuck, or anything, while tapped into the overwhelming torrent of fandom opinion.

it actually makes things worse.

as the internet is fond of saying: the walking dead was a hell of a lot better without a bitch in my ear telling me it sucked.

there's a lot to say about how they reused the same ol' same ol' plot: zombos force the crew to move, they get settled in, then they solve some zombo-related problems until the newest batch of Desperate And/Or Corrupt And/Or Treacherous Humans comes to prove that actually we were the monsters all along

except it's fucking dope? they bare-knuckle brawl a shitload of walkers in a prison and take it over? and then they fight a war with the neighboring town??

Terminus, to me, is a singular point in the show that stands out in my mind. it was the moment i was like "oh shit. i think actually like this show." nevermind the way they began cranking up the horror factor (watching them slit that guy's throat in the horse trough was wild), but then Carol shows up and fucking Judge Dredds the place?

and then we see Rick turn from do-gooder cop to feral den mother who is willing to rip a guy's throat out and fjksdhgfjkhgjkhg oh my GOD how did you people not like this show

and then:

it was genuinely incredible watching Rick's role in the universe transform. we see him as an agent who is only ever acted upon: first by the emergence of walkers, then by a revolving door of people he can't trust, people he shouldn't trust but does, and people who have a funny way of doing the right thing just when you expect them to fail you the most.

but it's no way to live a life after the world has ended, and he has to get tough. his role changes, quite quickly, from agent to actor, and now he is the one with the control. he's the one sniffing out your bullshit, doing that unhinged lupine head-cock of his, and sending you to hell at the end of a colt python.

maybe if i was a man, i'd feel a little of what the fans seemed to have felt when Negan showed up. maybe i would have put myself in Rick's place, and found a little vicarious pleasure in the feeling of being a respected leader, building a new home with my bare hands; maybe i would have experienced disappointment or defeat or whatever the moment a bigger guy with a bigger gun shows up.

but what i saw was a hornet's nest being stirred; the natural reaction of a world much bigger than you just when you've begun to think you might control some of it. negan wasn't some Bigger Guy, he was a symbol, a walking metaphor for how things are always going to go when men like rick try to purchase peace with violence. if it wasn't Negan it was going to be someone else. i adamantly believe the fans hated negan because negan was holding up a mirror to them.

when i go on about this show, i genuinely do love all of it (even the nightmarishly slow seasons 9 and 10), but the images in my head all come from season 5, especially when they raid the hospital back in the city. the walking dead does not disappoint with aesthetics. the sets were phenomenal.

long, dramatic shots of broken chain link fences, sun-baked highways, half-abandoned urban streets with boarded windows and nothing left but graffiti. honestly feels a little like my childhood. i'm an urbex bitch at heart and i never wanted ANYTHING so desperately as the chance to get in there with Carol and Aaron and Maggie et al, and go plumbing the tombs of Atlanta for rocket launchers and medicine.

and while i never want to see backroads or quaint country towns ever again in my life, i won't deny that the backdrops of rural georgia and virginia gave the walking dead a unique visual language, a kind of run-down western vibe that really helped cement the feeling that these were just regular salt-of-the-earth people, forced to do extraordinary things. most of my dreams now usually have the same hickory and pine trees that dotted the countrysides.

i don't really know what i was trying to accomplish when i began this post (it's the only way i know how to write baby!) but to summarize, i fucking loved this show. i genuinely hold it to be one of the seminal works of modern zombie horror and also just an incredibly good survival soap opera about what it means to be alive in a world that has violently rejected you. i'm genuinely glad i gave it a chance and i'm so grateful my brother recommended it to me. i love you, bro.

#twd #the walking dead #less review more ramble

[denimbex1986]

'**** Cillian Murphy headlines Small Things Like These, an understated drama that’s miniature in scale but not ambition.

Opening the Berlin Film Festival, it arrives just weeks before Murphy heads to the Academy Awards to compete for his first Oscar – for his role in Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer.

The two films couldn’t be more different, despite both being anchored by the consummate Murphy’s un-showy presence.

Set in 1985, he plays Bill Furlong, who runs a small coal business in County Wicklow, Ireland. Married to Eileen (Eileen Walsh), he’s a father of five daughters – the quiet one in this all-female household.

Set over Christmastime, his children are naturally excitable, but emotions are swelling inside Bill. When one of his offspring asks what he used to get for Christmas, he replies that he once got a jigsaw. Once. It's a heartbreaking admission, one that allows the film to flash back to a sparse childhood.

At one point, we see the young Bill given a hot water bottle as a present; the disappointment etched into his face speaks volumes.

When his wife asks him what he’d like, he suggests David Copperfield, the classic Charles Dickens novel. And indeed, there is something distinctly Dickensian about this story, where poverty seems to exist on every street corner. Quite literally, in one scene, where Bill sees a small barefoot child lapping from a bowl in the road like an animal.

Adapted from the 2020 novel by Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These really is a character study, as Bill’s childhood trauma begins to catch up with him.

The film’s director, Tim Mielants, who previously filmed Murphy in several episodes of BBC show Peaky Blinders, misses no opportunity to train the lens on Murphy’s face, notably when he mournfully stares out of a rain-lashed window. Shots like these speak volumes of his under-the-surface turmoil.

The film really takes hold when Bill delivers coal to the local convent, run by Sister Mary (Emily Watson, who expertly essays a servant of God you simply wouldn’t want to cross).

Bill encounters a young girl named Sarah (Zara Devlin), who has been locked in the convent’s coal shed, and is in desperate need of help. Without ever really explicitly detailing it, the film alludes to the ‘Magdalene laundries’, Catholic institutions that became notorious for exploiting women who were admitted there, often simply because they had fallen pregnant out of wedlock.

It’s not the first time this has been exposed on film, notably in Peter Mullan’s 2002 Golden Lion-winning film The Magdalene Sisters. But while that was a full and frank look at this horrifying practice, Mielants’s movie is deliberately more subtle.

Gradually, we learn that Bill was the son of an unwed teenage mother who escaped the laundries, making his sympathy towards Sarah understandable. Rarely, though, does the film slip into melodrama; expect no grandstanding from Murphy or his co-stars here.

Scripted by playwright Enda Walsh (whose play Disco Pigs was previously adapted on screen, and gave Murphy an early, show-stopping role), Small Things Like These really scores highly in the way it’s been shot.

Mielants and his cinematographer Frank van den Eeden beautifully capture rural Ireland in the mid-'80s, in a way that suggests how little has changed since Bill was a boy in the 1950s.

With much of the film shot around dusk or nighttime, even the sight of carol singers in the street comes with an eerie tint.

At the heart, of course, is Murphy, who gives a performance of great stillness and control. It’s unlikely to catch Hollywood’s eye in the way Oppenheimer has, but it’s another reminder of what a fine and nuanced actor he is.'

#Cillian Murphy #Oppenheimer #Small Things Like These #Frank van den Eeden #Berlinale #Berlin International Film Festival #Eileen Walsh #Claire Keegan #Tim Mielants #Peaky Blinders #The Magdalene Sisters #Enda Walsh

[papermoonloveslucy]

RED CROSS DAY

May 8th

May 8th is World Red Cross Day. The first Red Cross Day was celebrated on May 8, 1948. This date is the anniversary of the birth of Henry Dunant, who was born on 8 May 1828. He was the founder of International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) and the recipient of the first Nobel Peace Prize. The Red Cross is a humanitarian organization founded in 1863 to protect human life and health, to ensure respect for all human beings, and to prevent and alleviate human suffering.

On March 11, 1949, Lucy’s radio sitcom MY FAVORITE HUSBAND presented  “Charity Revue” (aka “Red Cross Benefit Revue”) in which Mr. Atterbury (Gale Gordon) asks George (Richard Denning) to work up a song and dance routine for the local Red Cross Charity Review. At the same time Liz’s (Lucy) women’s club recruits her to perform. The script was the basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Benefit” (1952). 

American Red Cross posters were a favorite of the Desilu set decorators on I LOVE LUCY. 

They can be glimpsed in the subway during “Lucy and the Loving Cup” (1957), 

on the walls of the rented hall in “Ricky Has Labor Pains” (1953), 

in the butcher shop in “The Freezer” (1952),

and in the Westport train station in “Lucy Misses the Mertzes” (1957).  

On THE LUCY-DESI COMEDY HOUR “Lucy Goes To Mexico” (1958), Lucy, Ethel and Fred are stopped at the border. Trying to get released in time for Ricky’s show on an aircraft carrier, Ethel suggest contacting the Red Cross and Lucy suggests calling her mother!  

“I collect for the Red Cross. I buy savings bonds. I was with the WAVES.  How much does that man in the White House want from me?” ~ Lucy Carmichael in “Lucy Becomes an Astronaut” (1962)

On THE LUCY SHOW, Lucy Carmichael and Carol Tilford (Carol Burnett) were in a show-within-the-show in which they played World War I Red Cross nurses in France. The episode aired on December 11 1967.  

In 1979, Lucille Ball did a fundraising campaign for the American Red Cross: “Keep Red Cross Ready”. 

The second episode of LIFE WITH LUCY (1986) “Lucy Makes a Hit with John Ritter” found Lucy and Ritter in a stage play where she played a Red Cross nurse in World War One France. 

#Red Cross #American Red Cross #World Red Cross Day #Lucille Ball #Posters #John Ritter #Carol Burnett #I Love Lucy #The Lucy Show #Life With Lucy #My Favorite Husband

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝘂𝗻 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙"

IT HAS been a couple of months since Carol and I began dating, and it has been the most incredible time of my life. We had to keep our relationship a secret because of the school's circumstances, but other than that, everything has been relaxed.

As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, Carol and I gather our belongings and leave the classroom. I'm grateful to have Carol as my partner because I can't work well with anyone else.

We make our way to my car, engaging in conversation along the way. Suddenly, someone pulls the back of my backpack, startling me. I regain my balance and turn to see Rosalie, who quickly apologizes, explaining that I dropped my notebook in the hallway, and she wanted to return it.

"Oh!" I exclaim in surprise, accepting my notebook from her. I offer a small "thank you" and a nod, noticing a slight blush on Rosalie's cheeks as she giggles softly.

Before Rosalie can say anything, Carol approaches me, forcefully grabbing my chin and kissing me passionately, leaving Rosalie wide-eyed.

Smirking at Rosalie, Carol declares, "She's currently unavailable," then takes my hand and leads me away. I smile and allow her to guide me to my car, where we unlock the doors and get in.

After locking the doors, I turn to Carol with a smirk. "You look really hot when you're jealous," I tease. She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms, and gazes out the window.

"Jealous my ass," she mutters under her breath, but a small smile form on her lips.

I laugh and start the car, driving towards my house. Carol mentioned not wanting to go home just yet. Fortunately, when we arrive, nobody is home because Gabi is attending a small basketball game.

I had to find out on my own since my family is terrible at keeping me informed.

We head upstairs to my room, set our things down, and plop onto my bed, taking out our notes to study for our upcoming tests.

Thank goodness it's pre-calculus, a subject I excel in. As I write down notes, Carol's hand stops me from continuing. "What is it-"

I turned my head to inquire of her, but she interrupted me by pressing her lips against mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, our lips never parting.

I tightly grasped her hips, causing her to emit a slight moan as we finally broke apart to catch our breath. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling incredibly horny," she said with a smirk.

I raised an eyebrow at her statement and questioned her with a gaze. "Now?"

She tilted her head at me, smirking, and leaned down inches away from my face. "Now," she said. It was my turn to smirk, and I nodded.

"Alright, but..." I flipped us over, much to her surprise. She glared at me and attempted to escape my grip, but failed.

"I'm the one in control here," I said, grabbing her face in my hands and forcefully kissing her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sighing into the kiss.

I slowly moved my hands to her belt buckle and began to undo her pants, planting kisses on her neck.

"Fuck," Carol gripped my shoulders tightly, making me slightly hiss. But it only made me more aggressive. I roughly pulled her jeans off her legs and threw them across the room.

Carol bit her lip as I slowly got back on top of her and started to lift her shirt. She raised her arms, helping me remove her shirt completely. I tossed it aside, gazing at her partially exposed body beneath me. I noticed a smirk on her face.

She slightly spread her legs, giving me space to come between them.

I leaned down and our lips met again, slowly. She put her hands in my hair, gripping it roughly as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled them down, exposing more of her skin.

I quickly got up from the bed, removing my shirt and jeans before climbing back onto the bed. Carol lifted her head and gave my neck a quick peck before laying back down.

I returned to kissing and biting her neck, causing her to whimper and bite her lip.

I growled and slowly slid my hand down to her underwear, her breathing picked up a little as my hand went in. I start to gently rub her teasingly.

She drags her nails down my arm leaving marks as her mouth goes agape and her breathing to pick up even faster.

She lets out a small moan and leans her head back on my pillow spreading her legs wider to get more friction. I smirk at her state.

"You alright care bear?"

She glares at me, but I could tell she was having a hard time trying to maintain her tough face.

"Screw you" she said, restraining a moan.

"Now, now cupcake, that's not what to say when you're beneath me?" I teased with a cheeky smile, and I started to slow down causing her to groan in frustration.

"Seriously Penn?!" I just chuckled at her.

"Calm down Care you'll get what you want let me explore this body" I say as I slowly pulled her into a heated kiss, she immediately kissed back wrapping her arms around me.

I roughly fondle her breasts while kissing her more intensely. She grunted and set her hands on my back.

The kiss started to get more passionate as I felt up the rest of her body while she tried to create some friction. I separated from the kiss a string of saliva following as well as our heavy breaths.

I looked at my work seeing multiple love bites on her breasts and collarbone.

I then gripped her neck with my hand making her groan. I leaned down next to her ear and whispered.

"Say you're mine baby" she shivered a little and shook her head.

"Never" she said with a sly smirk. I glared at her and yanked her underwear off leaving her in only her bra.

I spread her legs and placed my knee in-between them. She lets out a slight yelp and I grab her neck and she leans her head back with a groan leaving her lips.

I tighten my grip on her neck and forcefully pull her head down to establish eye contact with me. I reach down and remove her spectacles as she blinks repeatedly to adjust.

"You won't be needing these," I place them on my nightstand. I glance back to find her struggling to focus on my face, displaying irritation.

"I can't see anything, Penn," she exclaims. I emit a dark chuckle and softly kiss her neck.

"That's the intention, my beautiful," I whisper in her ear with a deep voice.

"I'm going to make you scream so loudly that you'll be speechless for days."

She releases a soft moan in response to my words.

I lift my knee and move my hand towards her intimate area, beginning to stimulate her with a vigorous pace. She bites her lip, attempting to suppress her moans, but fails miserably as her face contorts with surrender and pleasure.

She digs her nails into my back, tilting her head back and letting out loud moans and curses.

"Yes, fuck!" She tilts her head back, eyes closed, resembling a drunken teenager. I slyly smirk at her state and plant gentle kisses on her neck. I switch from the intense pace to a slow one, prompting a groan from Carol.

She glares at me with anger, her flushed face and slightly disheveled hair.

"Can you please stop doing that?!" She groans in irritation.

"Say you're mine and that you want it," I provoke her, and she shoots me a look filled with frustration, completely fed up with my teasing.

"No," she responds.

I nod and shrug my shoulders. "Alright then, I suppose I'll just leave you like this-"

I begin to withdraw my hand, but she quickly grabs it, halting my movement. "Wait! Wait!" I raise an eyebrow as she lets out an exasperated sigh, turning her head and muttering something under her breath, inaudible to me.

"What was that, Care?" I inquire, tilting my head.

"Please," she says through gritted teeth. I click my tongue, shaking my head.

"Say it with sincerity," she sneers at me, but eventually sighs and locks eyes with me.

"I'm yours, I'm all yours. Please, Penn," she squeezes one of her bra covered breasts, intensifying the situation. I lost control at that moment.

I swiftly began to return to rubbing her at a rough tempo. She let out a surprised moan but also relished in the sensation.

I resolved to escalate the intensity and inserted two fingers into her. She arched her back and clung onto me tightly, exclaiming, "Oh my god, yes!" She lustfully smiles, tilting her head back.

"God can't help you now, my dear," I say, chuckling darkly. I added another finger while raising her legs so that they almost touch her chest, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper.

Carol emits a loud moan, almost bordering on a scream, as she begins to fondle herself, causing me to release a growl.

She then surprises me by flipping us over, so that she is on top, causing my fingers to leave her. She pushes me down with a wide grin and spreads her legs.

"Watch and enjoy," she slowly unfastens her bra and pulls the straps down. She teases me briefly before removing it and tossing it aside. She licks her hand and gradually glides it down her body towards her intimate area, and slowly starts to rub herself.

She bites her lip and tilts her head back, releasing a pleasurable sigh. She slowly starts to grind on her hand, emitting a soft moan at the friction, and gazes down at me with a smirk, her hair partially obscuring her face.

I begin to fondle her breasts, causing her moans to grow louder, as she quickens her movements. She leans down and places a passionate kiss on my lips.

"Do you enjoy watching me pleasure myself for you, baby?" she coos, kissing my neck. I adjust her body so that I can fully appreciate the view.

"Use your fingers," she immediately complied, inserting her fingers into herself. She squeals, curling her fingers and hitting her sensitive spot. I lean back with a confident smirk, my arms resting behind my head as I continue to observe.

"Does it feel good, gumdrop?" she rapidly nods her head, holding onto me for support.

"Do not allow yourself to cum just yet, that is my responsibility," she grinds her hips into her fingers, tilting her head back in pure bliss.

"Yes!" she bites her lip, gripping me tighter and intensifying her hip movements.

"I'm so close," she groaned as an idea struck me. I shifted her hand, causing her to look at me with a puzzled expression.

"I have an idea, trust me, you'll enjoy it," I lifted her off of me and exited the room, leaving her bewildered. I made my way to my parents' bedroom and opened the door.

I headed directly to the spot where I knew everything would be. I glanced beneath the rug and discovered the key.

I unlocked it and opened the door, revealing a collection of various adult toys. Despite my parents' kinky inclinations before having my sister and me, they had kept these items. I searched for it and eventually found what I was looking for, a strap-on.

I grabbed it and securely closed the door, ensuring it was locked. I walked to the bathroom and cleansed it thoroughly, as I was unsure of what substances may have been on it and didn't want it to affect Carol.

Once I confirmed that it was impeccably clean, I returned to the room and locked the door behind me.

Carol immediately noticed the strap-on and eyed it with a lustful gaze. I climbed back onto the bed, positioning myself on top of her.

"Do you want to try?" She nodded, granting me permission. I nodded in return and carefully put it on, making sure it was properly secured.

I straddled her and teased the entrance of her clitoris with the tip. She whimpered and shifted her hips slightly. I moistened my hand and gently stimulated her before slowly penetrating her. She gasped and clung to the pillow.

I massaged her clit to ease her nerves until the strap-on was fully inserted. We waited a few moments before she signaled me to proceed. I grasped her waist and began moving in and out, assisting her in adjusting to the sensation.

After some time, her uncomfortable groans transformed into soft whimpers. "Go faster," she pleaded. I said nothing and quickened my pace, amplifying her sounds.

"Fuck," she whimpered, gazing up at me with her large, dark brown eyes locked onto mine. I positioned her legs so that they were almost touching her chest and held onto them firmly before thrusting into her with more force.

She cried out and clutched the pillow above her head. I spread her legs apart slightly to achieve a deeper angle, which seemed to intensify her pleasure as her moans grew louder.

"Right there!" She squealed, biting her lip. I let her legs go and she instantly wrapped them around my waist.

Carol then took the chance and flipped us over and lined herself up with it and sunk down. She bit her lip extremely hard making blood withdraw.

She let out a few pleasured groans before slowly starting to rock her hips making small whimpers come from her lips. After a few minutes, she started to turn her rocking motions into bouncing motions.

She closes her eyes, gripping my arms tightly as she lets out a soft moan. She leans her head back, shaking the hair out of her face. She looks down at me with a grin before placing her hands on my chest and starting to bounce faster, looking deep into my eyes the entire time.

She then grabs my hands and puts them on her hips. I finally realized what she wanted me to do and started to move her a little faster, watching her facial expressions the entire time.

She looked extremely beautiful with her hair bouncing with her movements. It was definitely a sight to see. "Oh yes!" I was surprised at what an object can do to this girl.

"Don't feel so powerful now, do you cupcake?" I mocked as she tried to glare at me but was too lost in pleasure.

"F-fuck you!" I cut her off by moving her at a rough speed, watching her bite her lip to hide the moans and whimpers she was letting out.

Her breathing picks up as her mouth opens, releasing a loud moan from her lips. Her face contorts with pleasure as she allows me to move her. She lets out a string of curses, completely lost in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I bite my lip as I stare at my girlfriend on top of me, dazed.

It wasn't long before her moans started to get louder, and her movements started to get sloppy. I could sense she was near, as her walls were closing in, urging her to complete the task correctly.

I begin to move my hips up forcefully, matching her thrusts and simultaneously stimulating her, causing her to moan loudly and fall over catching herself before our bodies could collide.

Fortunately, my family wasn't home, not that I would have cared either way.

"You like that?" I groaned, feeling the weight of her body pressing against me, almost taking my breath away. However, I maintained my composure.

"Yes, I do!" she whimpered. I flipped us back over.

"I'll take over from here," I whispered, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before proceeding to completely railing her. The bed was creaking loud, so I tried not to be too rough cause I'm not trying to listen to my parents interrogating me about how it broke.

"Slow down, Penn, you're going too fast!" she squealed, clutching onto my body and digging her nails into my back.

"You wanted this, so I'm giving it to you," I growled. Surprising her, I inserted my fingers into her, and although taken aback, she welcomed the double pleasure of the strap and my fingers, sending her into a frenzy.

She was a complete mess, with disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and pleasure-filled eyes rolled back. Whenever she opened her mouth, only screams of pleasure escaped.

I felt her tighten around the strap, and I allowed her to grind her hips against me rapidly, gripping her waist firmly to keep her steady.

"Oh my god, right there, yes!" A few seconds later, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a loud scream as my hand became slick with her arousal. Her body collapsed against the pillows. When she had regained some energy, I pulled out of her.

I gazed at the mess she had created, and my eyes widened as I chuckled.

"Damn, Carol, you were really turned on," I remarked. She chuckled tiredly and ran her hand through her hair.

"Holy shit, that was intense. We definitely have to do that again sometime," she said. I simply laughed, removing the strap and tossing it into my drawer, as I had no intention of returning it.

After several minutes she prepared to get out of bed to retrieve her clothes, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to face me. I gently caressed her ass as I brought my fingers to her mouth. "Suck" she smirked and slowly placed the fingers in her mouth and licked the juices, all of them keeping eye contact with me.

I growl as she takes the fingers out her mouth with a pop and grabs my face roughly with her hand and presses a passionate kiss to my lips slipping her tongue in making me taste herself in my mouth. We slowly pull away as I give her ass a slight smack causing her to glare at me.

She got up from the bed, but her sore legs made her immediately fall on the floor making me burst out laughing. After she glared at me, she got back up and started putting on her clothes which were flung around the room.

She finally put her pants on fixing her hair and trying to cover up the marks on her body "what about you?" I shook my head.

"Watching you was just enough for me plus it was nice talking control over you" I said with a smirk getting up and putting my clothes on.

She rolled her eyes with a scoff as she said.

"You just don't want to be a bottom", I laugh at her cuteness and get up from the bed coming up behind her while she tries to button up her shirt, I grab her waist and turn her around to face me I move her hair to the side planting kisses on all the hickies as she laughs.

"All these fucking hickies on me seriously Penn how am I gonna hide these" she pouted.

I have makeup in my car down worry cupcake" I teased seeing the annoyed glance she gave me but she said nothing else.

I pull away as she fixes herself up.

"Okay but got to get home folks will kill me if I'm home late" I nod my head and grab my car keys off of my nightstand as she grabs her backpack and books, we make our way out of the house with me closing the front door behind me.

#young carol #carol denning #carol smut #carol x fem oc #oitnb #carol denning x reader #present carol denning #lgbtq #lesbian #ashley jordyn

[minimoefoe]

I think a person's carol denning preference (young or present) says something about them

#natchats #oitnb #idk specifically What it says #but defo something

[denningsjawbreaker]

die for you | first day

by: denningsjawbreaker

a/n : ill probably be slow to update since its school era but be patient because I have lots of ideas for this story mwahhhh

September 20, 1982

VICTORIA sighs as she gets dropped off at West Virgina Highschool. She absolutely hated being the new kid. All the dumbass introductions ad especially making friends. It was all anxiety inducing and too much pressure...but she did promise her mom to make actual friends and have a great day and Victoria never ever wanted to break her mom's promises.

" okay.... I'm pretty sure my locker is this one " Toria mumble as she looks at the beige looking locker. She begins to put her items she doesn't need inside the locker so her bag doesn't bother her later on the day. She closes the locker and sighs and has her schedule in her hand and she begins to walk looking for her first class.

" Room 205...where th- " Toria mumbles to herself while walking a fast pace before she collides onto another figure.

" WHAT THE FUCK ?! " the voice exclaimed loudly startling Toria a bit. " Great job you dropped my fucking glasses " she picks up her big glasses that has a crack on it as she puts it back on her face and her lips curl staring at Toria.

Toria lips part and sighs and picks up her schedule that feels as well. She can't help but feel slightly intimidated by the girl in front of her but she had to make sure she doesn't seem faze.

" I'm sorry...I'm a bit of a klutz...you see it's my first day here- " Toria begins to explain but it's cut off immediately.

" Well maybe today you'll learn a thing or two about fucking walking and not breaking other people's shit " she sneers harshly before brushing past Toria's elbow hard.

'Jesus she has a temper' Toria thought to herself while rubbing the sharp pain away in her elbow . She sighs regaining her strength to find her classroom whilst reminding herself not to have that commotion she just had again.

' so much for making friends '

-

10 mins later

" R- 205 "

"oh thank God " Toria sighs breathing heavily as she stands in front of the door trying to calm herself.

She opens the room to reveal students in the classroom and a tall man with a beard holding a pointer. She could tell that was her teacher and she already had her nerves awakening again. The room was surrounded by different conversations and friend groups. Toria sighed at that.

Toria adjusted her bag and walked into the classroom trying to get the seat in the back and letting a few " excuse me " before landing a seat near the window .

Toria taking out her notebook and pen she looks around her classroom slowly adjusting to it. Maybe she was just overthinking as usual and it's going to be alright. She stared out a bit for a second before the classroom door slammed open.

" nice to see you made it in time Denning " The teacher said and Toria perked up a bit as her stomach kinda knotting as she sees the girl with the glasses again . " Carol remind yourself to not be late in my class this year " the teacher remarked making the angry girl roll her eyes in response.

' Carol '

Toria not wanting to cause anymore trouble looks away from Carol's peripheral vision and just focuses on her notebook and starts scribbling random ass notes. She could here the stomps of Carol's shoes making it's way to the back of the classroom and Toria slowly turns and sees Carol's arm crosses with a frown on her face.

' she really is an unhappy person ' Toria thought and sighs and genuinely has no idea why she is so interested in her since she made her impression well enough to Toria .

-

CAROL was sitting in the back. Her arm crossed and her back against the hard ass chair. She hated this fucking school and it's dumbass people. She couldn't careless about anything here. Besides her chess club she really had nothing better to do.

She popped a jawbreaker in her mouth and takes her black notebook out scribbling little designs. She adjusts her glasses and sniffs as she draws a new art piece in her book, not even paying attention to the introductory assignment that's been established.

Carol couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Oh did she hate when people fucking stared at her. To her, they were asking for a problem. She immediately followed her guts and looked up to see the same girl who bumped into her this morning and her scowl rises.

" Fucking What ? "

Immediately the girl turned red and looked away and Carol smirked at this. Obviously she had an effect on her and oh does Carol have ideas now.

Carol starts finishing her little drawing and chuckles to herself.

" what to do with you dollface " she sings to herself and looks up at the brown haired beauty that caught the angry bird's interest.

' im going to have fun with this one ' Carol thought

-

After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally finished and Toria rushed to put her supplies in her bag and she gets up and goes out the classroom.

" Yo! dollface..." a voice called out to her and Toria turned around and is faced with a smirking Carol.

" oh... uh hi- " Toria sighed. This was it..maybe a first beat up in her new school is what it'll take for Toria to learn how to be confident. " Look...if it is about earlier,imsorryimjustsofuckingclumsy andIhateitandmymomtoldmethatIneedto learnhowtonavigatewithoutoverthinkingand sometimesijusthavedifficultydoingthatandit's myfirstdayand- " Toria awkwardly rambled

" Shut the fuck up. It's not that. Jesus Christ you talk a lot. I just...look I just wanna know you? Like what's your name cookie ? "Carol said while tilting her head and her jawbreaker visible at the side of her mouth.

Toria opened her mouth slightly and closed it. She's going to have to do her breathe in breathe out technique later.

" I'm Victoria Molina. Toria for shorter um...yeah " Toria said awkwardly and ending it with a thumbs up. Mentally slapping herself for how awkward she's acting right now. Especially in front of this extremely hot individual but that's not the important matter at the moment.

Carol smirked and steps closer and nods looking Toria up and down.

" Victoria....huh?" She tilts her head and smirks and leans against the lockers. " yeah...Imma keep calling you dollface" she says raising both her brows up.

Victoria just nods and shifts a bit and rolls her shoulders back.

" I'm presume you're Carol right ? " Toria tells her and receives a nod back. " It's a pretty name you know " she smiles a bit but Carol just looks at her

" Bitch please that's a basic fucking name. I hate it so much. Don't you fucking lie to me like that again " Carol narrows her eyes but her eyes obvious to the excitement Toria initiates on her ( which she's not used to ) .

Toria looks at Carol with a soft smile. " well I think it's pretty and it fits you "

Carol obviously not used to such compliments shifts uncomfortably and scowls at Toria.

" Whatever...what's your class after this dollface ?" Carol asks .

" I think AP History ? " Toria responds and Carol scrunches her face up.

" ugh you're a fucking nerd. don't go to that bullshit class...come and skip with me " she smirks and takes a cigarette and putting it between her teeth.

Toria mouth agapes and furrows her brows.

" I'm not a nerd...but we still have the rest of the day though ? Plus it's my first day Carol I can't get in trouble " Toria mumbles whilst her hands are in the pockets of her sweater.

Carol rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

" You owe me remember ? " motioning to the crack of her glasses. " this is your payment dollface and...you don't have a choice " she smirks and staring up a Toria's tensed nature and lights up her cigarette and starts walking out of the school and motions for Toria to come.

' What the fuck did she just get into ? ' Toria thought before heavily sighing and following Carol out of the school.

-

Carol who was standing in front of a red convertible starts smirking as Toria came closer.

" awe was that so hard Dollface " Carol teased and throws her head back laughing.

" where are we going anyways ? "

" The diner where I work....it's called Domingos "

" Flamingos?"

" No you dumbass...Domingos. We can get food there and I'm good with Davis our boss so we can hook up with some good shits "

Toria nod and follows suit into the car and she looks around and it definitely smells of cigarettes and bits of coconut due to the hanging freshener in front of the mirror.

-

The drive was pretty quiet and the only thing visible is the music playing on the radio.

Carol grips the wheel of the car and hesitantly looks at Toria who is staring out and she feels her face softens a bit and tugs on her bottom lip.

Could she really have a friend ? No there's no fucking way. Nobody fucks with her and when they do it all turns to shit. She learned that after finding out Barb had pranked her with her bumass friend and Carol couldn't take that shit anymore .

Carol sighs and tries focusing her way to Domingos and hopes to God she can finally have a good time.

" we're here dollface "

" this looks cozy "

" yeah yeah...get your ass out the damn car Molina "

chuckling Carol gets out the car and walks inside with Toria who was in awe taking in the atmosphere of the small diner.

Maybe just maybe... Things would be okay.

-

Continuing in Part Two coming soon [ Die for You | Diner Troubles ]

A/N: write down if you want to be in the future taglist of this story:)))

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24-March 散財記録

02(sat) ・"Remembering Every Night" Original Soundtrack (2024, CD) ・Aksak Maboul / Charles F. Bleistift EP (2020, used 7inch) ・Stumbleine / Spiderwebbed (2012, used LP) ・Cat Stevens / The Songs From The Original Movie: Harold and Maude (2007, used LP) ・Barbara Morgenstern / The Grass Is Always Greener (2006, used LP) ・Ilkae / Bring Extra Dragons (2004, used LP) ・士魂 si-con 003 (2000, used 12inch) ・Tales From The Hood (The Soundtrack) (1995, used LP) ・The Melody Four / Love Plays Such Funny Games (1983, used 10inch) 03(sun) ・NNAMDÏ / Please Have a Seat (2022, used LP) ・Okay Kaya / SAP (2022, used LP) ・Bernice / Eau De Bonjourno (2021, used LP) ・Uma / The Moth and the Dove / Bel·li (2021, used 12inch) ・Neil Cowley Trio / Touch and Flee (2014, used LP) ・RASA / Optic Realities (2003, used 12inch) ・Homelife / Flying Wonders (2002, used 2LP) ・Putting the Morr Back in Morrissey (2000, used LP) ・Rhys Chatham, Jonathan Kane & DJ Elated System / Septile (1998, used 12inch) ・Rhys Chatham & Martin Wheeler / Neon (1997, used 12inch) 04(mon) ・BMX Bandits / Kylie's Got a Crush on Us (1993, used 12inch) ・Codona / Codona 2 (1981, used LP) 05(tue) ・Jepeto Solutions / Jepeto Solutions (2017, used 7inch) 08(fri) ・The Melody Four / The Melody Four? Si Señor! (1985, used 10inch) ・Fraunhofer Saitenmusik / Gegen Den Rhythmus Der Zeit (1985, used LP) 11(mon) ・Youth Stand Up / Youth Stand United (2020, used LP) ・Fausto / A Preto E Branco (1989, used LP) ・Karel Vlach Mit Seinem Orchester / Vom Land Der Polkas (1971, used LP) ・Milt Jackson and the Hip String Quartet / Milt Jackson and the Hip String Quartet (1968, used LP) 13(wed) ・Manonmars / In Colour (2020, used LP) 14(thu) ・Yasu-Pacino / SPY VS SPY REMIX (2016, used 7inch) 16(sat) ・Amina Figarova / Road to the Sun (2019, used 2LP) ・Repeat Pattern / rp (2013, used 12inch) ・Lee Buddah / Primat Midi (2000, used LP) ・Femi Kuti / Shoki Remixed (2000, used 12inch) 17(sun) ・Alpha / Pepper (1998, used LP) 19(tue) ・L. Jacobs / Enthusiasm (2021, used LP) ・Riki Hidaka / Poetracks (2014, used LP) ・Mice Parade / What It Means to Be Left-Handed (2010, used LP) 22(fri) ・三沢洋紀 / MISAWAHIROKI2 (2022, used LP) ・VAGABOND cinema pops arkestra / Promotional Only (from outer space) (1997, used 10inch) ・Carole King / Fantasy (1973, used LP) 24(sun) ・tenniscoats / Music Exists disc 2 (2015, used LP) ・Ron Everett / The Glitter of the City (1977, used LP) 26(tue) ・Tony! Toni! Toné! / Thinking of You (1997, used 12inch) ・Teca & Ricardo / Cadê O Povo (1976, used LP) ・Gerry Mulligan / Night Lights (1963, used LP) ・Corky Hale / Gene Norman Presents Corky Hale (1956, used LP) 27(wed) ・PS5 / Unconscious Collective (2021, used LP) ・cLOUDDEAD / Dead Dogs Two (2004, used 12inch) ・Hermann & Kleine / Kickboard Girl E.P. (2000, used 12inch) ・Paquito D'Rivera / Why Not! (1984, used LP) 30(sat) ・Satan Club / Satan Club (2022, used LP) ・Cid Rim / Material (2017, used LP) ・Richard Devine / Lipswitch (2000, used 2LP) ・Tirez Tirez / Story of the Year (1983, used LP) ・Sambôa / Sambôa (1983, used LP) ・Infinite Sound / Contemporary African-Amerikan Music (1975, used LP)

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Creating Inclusive Narratives: A Discussion with Author Carol Van Den Hende from Antonio Vieira Santos on Vimeo.

What does it take to write a story that not only grips its readers but also sparks empathy and resilience? Join us as we unravel this mystery with the talented author and speaker, Carol Van Den Hende. Carol's Goodbye Orchid series has woven these themes into a compelling tale shaped by her personal experiences raising a son with special needs. She shares the transformative journeys of Orchid Page, living with PTSD, and Phoenix Walker, recuperating from a life-changing accident, reminding us of the power of literature as a mirror of humanity's struggles and triumphs.

We also take a fascinating detour into the realm of science and technology, as presented in Carol's series. Hear about the intricate details of Phoenix's varying prosthetic needs, and Carol's poignant perspective on how the lack of insurance coverage for expensive prosthetics can be a socio-economic barrier. We discuss why it's crucial to mainstream assistive tech for a more inclusive society. Additionally, we touch upon a critical topic - how empathy and prejudice are shaped during childhood, and the role adults play in molding these attitudes. Concluding with Carol's valuable insights about writing, diverse representation, and her drive to inspire hope through her work, this episode is a treasure trove of emotional intelligence, technological innovation, and the power of storytelling.

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