#rennys-new-life

[shawtuzi]

happy friday lovelies!!! here’s a little plug!eren drabble that’s been sitting in the drafts for idek how long it’s kinda inspired by ari fletchers cooking show lmao i love her

cw include: black coded reader, reader is a youtuber, some swearing, nothing too explicit mostly fluff, drug usage (they’re making edibles lol)

“is my hat straight renny?” you asked adjusting the chef hat on your head for the umpteenth time. eren hummed and tilted the hat a little to the left before giving you a grin, “yep it’s straight now hurry up and start this shit.” you rolled your eyes and quickly ran over to the camera to turn it on. today was a very special video because you were finally going to introduce eren to your thousands of followers!!! and what better way to do that than to have him do his favorite thing with you which is baking ofc. you cleared your throat before speaking, “hello my honey bunches welcome back to my channel! you may be wondering why i have this on,” you pointed to the chef hat, “and that’s because today we’re gonna be baking!! but not just any regular ol’ treats…they’re gonna be infused” you sent a sly wink to the camera making eren chuckle.

he couldn’t help but watch in awe as you talked to your viewers with such enthusiasm like you weren’t running on three hours of sleep and a starbucks strawberry lemonade refresher. “today i won’t be baking alone though i have a very special guest joining me,” you grabbed eren gently by the wrist and pulled him into the frame. eren sent a little wave to the camera muttering out a ‘sup’. you turned to him narrowing your eyes when you noticed he was missing a very important part of his outfit, “umm where’s your hat?” eren groaned throwing his head back like a toddler, “please don’t make me wear it it’ll give me hat hair.” you put your hand on your hip and gave eren the look and within seconds he was putting the chefs hat on with a dramatic huff.

you clapped your hands together and gave the camera a warm smile, “now that we have on the proper attire we can get started! today we’re gonna start simple and make some super yummy infused rice krispy treats, eren and i have already made our ‘butter’ and if you would like to know how to make that let me know in the comment section!” eren held up a small container showing the ‘butter’ to the viewers. “look how good this shit looks how could they not wanna know how to make it? make sure y’all comment down below or else,” you shook your head letting out a sigh, “eren please don’t threaten the viewers.”

eren kissed his teeth before setting the container down, “what’s the first step mama?” he asked leaning against the counter. “first things first we’re going to preheat our stove, eren already preheated ours so—” you stopped dead in your tracks when you realized the stove was in fact not hot. you turned to eren who was whistling and looking at the floor, “eren…” you spoke calmly tapping your manicured fingers against the marble counter. “yes?” he asked giving you them damn puppy dog eyes. “why isn’t the stove preheated? i asked you to do it before we started,” eren was prepared to give you the excuse of a lifetime but you stopped him as soon as the words ‘well what had happened was’ left his mouth.

“ah geez okay well while we wait for the stove to get hot let me tell you a little about my co star here. for those of you who are new here or don’t follow me on insta this is my boyfriend eren! we’ve been together about three years and they’ve been the best years of my life it’s never dull moment with him,” you got on the tips of your toes to give eren’s cheek a kiss making him smile. “he usually stays behind the scenes when i do my videos but today volunteered to join me,” eren laughed a little too loud and you turned to him raising an eyebrow. “what’s so damn funny?” you asked cocking your head to the side. eren put his hand on his hip like he’s seen you do so many times before speaking, “if by volunteered you mean being held against my will to do this then i totallyyyy volunteered.” you slapped his chest making him let out a dramatic whine, “i would like to set the record straight that he is not being held against his will please don’t call paw patrol yall he’s fine.”

after a few more minutes of playful banter between the two of you the stove was finally hot enough to begin baking. eren grabbed the camera and focused in on you but not before holding it veryyyy close to your forehead, “are you having fun ren?” you asked and he nodded with a smile on his face. you let out another loud sigh before getting back to the task at hand. “okayyy first thing we’re gonna do is add our ‘butter’ now don’t be stingy with it but also don’t put a whole lot in there unless you wanna be holding onto the ground for dear life,” you put about two scoops of the faux butter into the pot.

“now just let it melt and when it’s all melted we’re gonna add these!” you held up a bag of pink and white marshmallows when you noticed someone had already gotten into them. “boy you’ve got to be kidding me,” eren couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on your face. “i had the munchies don’t be mad there’s still enough,” you grabbed a handful of marshmallows out of the bag and threw them at eren. you muttered out a ‘okay biggums’ to which eren responded by giving your ass a quick smack. “i heard that shit don’t call me biggums,” you waved him off before walking back to the pot of melted butter.

“alrighty now that our ‘butter’ has melted let’s add some marshmallows!” you poured a decent amount into the pot but not before popping a few in your mouth. “oh you can eat some but i can’t?” eren asked zooming the camera in on your face. you kissed your teeth and shook your head, “your greedy ass got into them before we even started the video i don’t wanna hear nun!” eren turned the camera to himself with a the fakest pout you’ve ever seen on his face, “y’all see how she treats me? she might actually hate me.”

“mhm…okay anyways now we’re gonna slowly mix the butter and marshmallows together until completely smooth,” you grabbed a rubber spatula and began mixing the marshmallows and butter together. eren had gotten so wrapped up in watching you mix he didn’t even realize the camera was now pointed at the ground giving your viewers a nice shot of his pink crocs with sanrio gibbits. “um eren” you spoke breaking him out of his trance. “all my viewers are getting is shot of your big ass feet,” eren let out a quiet ‘oh shit’ before pointing the camera back to you. “well it’s too late i’m already done mixing!” you threw your hands up in defeat. eren pointed the camera back to his crocs, “well as long as i got the camera on them y’all can’t tell me these muhfuckas ain’t hard. we need to normalize men liking sanrio!” eren was possibly the worst cameraman in history.

you grabbed the camera pointing it back to you, “anywayssss now let’s add the rice krispies. the most efficient way to do it without spillage is using a measuring cup,” you added three cups of the cereal to the pot. you turned the oven on low before beginning to mix the ingredients together, “eren it’s getting a little hard to mix, you mind taking over?” eren let out a hum before handing you the camera. “this is the most important part you really wanna get that shit mixed in well,” eren said matter of factly. “then when it’s done we’re gonna bring it over here and pour it into this pan,” eren walked over to the glass dish you had already set out and began to slowly scoop the rice krispy treats onto it.

you set the camera back up and quickly scurried to eren’s side, wrapping your arm around his waist. “we’re gonna let these cool for just a few minutes until then why don’t we answer some questions from the subscribers!” you pulled out your phone and opened your notes app, “eren doesn’t know this but i posted on my sorry a while ago and asked you guys to send in some questions for a potential q&a and that potential q&a is happening right now!” eren grabbed the bag of marshmallows and leant against the counter, “ask me anything you want i’m an open book.”

“the first question is: ‘how did you guys meet?’” eren looked at the ceiling in thought before speaking, “i was selling a particular product she was interested in…i thought she was really pretty so i threw in a little extra and the rest was history.” you swooned when you thought of how you met eren for the first time. it’s insane how intimidating he was the first time you met him now he refers to himself an a “sanrio boy”. “next question is: how did you know you liked me?’”

the corners of eren’s mouth lifted up as he thought of his answer. “well we were at a block party one weekend and i was her ‘date’ everything was going fine till i saw some tool tryna cuddle up to her,” you hunched over in laughter remembering the terrified look on the poor guys face when eren approached him. “to make a long story short i beat his ass, did some reflecting on why i did that, and soon enough i made y/n mine and only mine. next question!” eren popped a couple marshmallows in his mouth obviously proud with his answer.

“okay okay last question for right now: ‘what’s one ick you both have towards each other?’” before eren could open his mouth you piped up with a quick ‘me first!’ eren rolled his eyes popping another handful of marshmallows in his mouth. “my ick is how ugly your feet are,” eren nearly choked on the marshmallows when he heard your answer. “excuse me?!” he yelled tossing the marshmallows aside. you pulled your lips into a line looking in the other direction, “baby you know i think you’re the most gorgeous man on the planet….but your feet are hideous they literally make me nauseous.” eren quickly snatched up the camera and was about to kick off his crocs and socks but you took the camera back just as fast setting it back up, “you are not about to scar my viewers no way sir. now go ahead and tell me you’re ick let’s get this shit over with.”

eren huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “i was gonna say i had no ick for you but now that you’ve talked shit on my feet i’m gonna have to say my ick for you is how loud you snore!” you gasped at eren’s words your mouth dropping open. “i do nawt snore,” you growled balling your hands into fists. “yeah yeah whatever you say i’m surprised such a loud obnoxious sound can come from someone so cute and cuddly,” you were about to rebuttal but instead you shook your head and calmly got back to the task at hand.

“now that our rice krispy treats are nice and cool now it’s time for the best part: tasting it!” you grabbed a knife and cut out two pieces for you and eren. eren reached to grab one but you quickly pulled your hand away narrowing your eyes, “take back what you said about my snoring.” eren scoffed and got reallll up in your face you couldn’t believe how much audacity he had! “i’ll take that back as soon as you take back the feet comment” you both stared at each other before eren surprisingly broke first. “fine fine! i take it back just gimme the damn treat,” you have him the rice krispy treat and a nice little kiss on the cheek. “isn’t he just the sweetest guys,” you smiled giving eren another kiss on the cheek.

“let’s bite in synch okay one…two…eren!” you were absolutely dumbfounded when eren had taken a massive bite before you even got to three. “these are good nice job baby,” he said with a mouthful of the delicious treat. you took a bite muttering out a ‘thanks’, they were in fact very delicious. so delicious you both ate another and then split one. “we’re gonna take a quick break and we will report back to you when the treats have done their thing!” you turned off the camera and let out a loud sigh when you realized how much editing you had to do meanwhile eren seemed to be in good spirits.

“i think that went well hm?” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist, giving your forehead a sweet kiss. “do you know how much editing i’m gonna have to do renny? i hateee editing,” you pouted nuzzling your face into his chest. eren shook his head and cupped your face with his hands, gently stroking your cheeks. “let’s not worry about that right now let’s focus on how fucked up we’re about to be we ate probably more than we should’ve,” he said glancing at the half eaten pan of edibles. “oof you’re right let’s worry about that later.”

about two hours later you and eren had somehow ended up on the living room floor both completely blazed out of your minds. “eren….” you mumbled craning your neck to look at him. “y/n…” he said back turning his head to look at you. you cracked a small smile and suddenly both of you burst into a fit of laughter. “we…we gotta finish the video baby,” you giggled sitting up. eren groaned before sitting up as well but as soon as he got up he stumbled and fell flat on his face, “m’gonna lay here a minute.” you gave eren’s ass a smack before getting up, making your way to the camera.

“well besties as you can see those treats clearly worked,” you said zooming in on your bloodshot eyes. you then turned the camera to eren whose face was still smushed into the carpet, “actually they worked a little too well.” you turned the camera back to yourself letting out a small yawn, “well until then stay tuned for my next video i can’t quite remember what it is right now so i guess it’ll be a surprise when i post! catch y’all on the flip side!” you turned the camera off and tossed it on the counter before collapsing next to eren. “good work sweetums,” you mumbled to which he replied with a muffled ‘you too sexy’.

#eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #eren x black reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #aot imagine #aot fluff #attack on titan fluff #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader

[cecilebutcher]

Thank you Irene and Aubbie for the tags<3 I really appreciate it a shit ton.

Twst content spotlight

@azulashengrottospiano Amazing, and I cannot stress this enough, AMZING octatrio content. Her writing style is so fucking amazing yet so simple? Go check her out she’s so fucking cool.

@axvwriter such a fantastic mind. Their oc Bobo is adorable and their art is even more adorable. The creatures they make are so fucking cool and awesome.

@twitchers-column a new blog made, but so far the stuff nem posts on their are just, chefs kiss. Not much on their but I see so much potential for it(I want to, uh, help with it).

@nem0-nee probably my newest moot but she is so sweet and her art is so fucking cool! Her Oc’s are so amazing and fantastic <3

@jemmidraws also new, I mean very new, but her art is so beautiful! Again not much posted but I highly recommend checking her out(her comms are open btw!)

@daily-trey posts amazingly accurate Trey content. They also respond to stuff as Trey by drawing them, my favorite post of theirs is the newest cater x Trey angst^^ (their comms are also open!)

@moonlit-midnight also writes amazing octatrio content. But they also write for other dorms like Diasomnia. Btw go check out their master list cause, it’s so fucking pretty? Like bro, that shit is so pretty and amazing.

@drdepper her art, gives me life. No no listen. The art style, the colors, the line art. I’m gobbling it up so hard. She’s also in love with Vil, don’t understand why, but Love listening to her talk about it.

@robo-milky her twst yuu is so fucking cute!! She’s so freaking talented, like tf? Girl, keep some talent for the rest of us T^T I wanna hold cloche is my hand like a small bird, ya feel me?

@altshin his twst yuu is so freaking chaotic it’s amazing 😭 his art style is so simple to me but still so gorgeous. Fellow photographer mc o7

@the-v-lociraptor everyone move it’s the creator of Castor and Pollux!! If you can’t tell I love those two twins with all my heart. Her art style is so much, that it becomes perfect.

@harunayuuka2060 while they do write for twst they also do obey me, and let me tell you they are always so fucking good!! Their writing style is Character A:….. Character B:……. It’s so fucking cool! Go check their blog out I always have fun with their stuff!!

@mintmoth they’re art style is so cute😭 my favorite Kalim artist in every single platform ever. The way they draw him makes me so happy!!

@malleusgethomeplz just posts twst shitposts. No really, that’s it, nothing more nothing less. But it still always brings me joy. They are also so stupid that it’s the best ever.

@egophiliac my favorite Lilia artist. They’re art is so unique. Like everyone move! It’s the the best Diasomnia artist is in town! Go check them out.

@oepionie I love love LOVE their writing the way they write scratches that one spot in the back of my brain. They’re writing style is so fucking gorgeous!

@blackopals-world she writes for various types of yuu. The way you can tell that she puts so much effort and love into her work is amazing, love her work so so much.

@siphoklansan sippy!! You think you’ve see great art with so much love in it? Ha yea right, you haven’t seen shit until you’ve checked my girl sippy out B) her oc’s are so fucking pretty and interesting, my personal favorite is my beloved Charin, I wanna give him a kissy kiss.

@ashipiko fellow ace kisser o7 she is so sweet and I just love her so fucking much like you have no idea. Her art style is so pretty like girl, you’re making me tear up with how gorgeous everything looks.

@ceruleancattail their themes give me life. It’s so fucking pretty and gorgeous and beautiful. Their art style is also, chef’s kiss, my personal favorite stuff is anything butler or/and yandere related<3 I will also continue to defend the kisser cater allegations with my life o7

@oheyfox Renny<3 best Jack Howl art there is, you won’t find any better then here folks! Her female first years ever. Her art style is so fucking pretty too!! Go check it out, this is a threat.

@shinysparklesapphires her art is so pretty with such interesting and incredible oc’s!! A beloved moot of mine<3

@terristre their art is so simple yet so fucking cute and adorable. I really like the way they draw the Twst characters. They’re comics are so freaking cool!!

@yuurei20 they technically analyze Twst characters and their relationships with other characters and more. It’s so interesting reading their works:0 I 10000% recommend everyone to check them out.

@dibbledoodle her yuu is a wine aunt without the wine and I am here for it. I fuckinh love her art style so much. I love the way she draws Leona he looks so stupid T^T

@revivemyreverie the way they draw, gives me life. They have so many oc’s and each one is more interesting then the last, I can’t decide who I love most. That’s a lie, it’s Vegas, it’ll forever be Vegas.

@del-thetiredwriter I love love love LOVE their mafia AU. Hello? Why is it so good? I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the next chapter. I took inspiration from them while writing my own mafia AU, go check them out<3

@twistedchatterbox the creator of this amazing thing✨ she’s amazing and I love her writing so fucking much<3 tbh if it weren’t for her April collab I would’ve never had the courage to post twst content on here. So Rubia, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for everything. I owe all of this to you, Love you girl<3

I originally was gonna put like 10 people but ended up putting waaay more😭 but you know what, I regret nothing. All these amazing people write and/or draw some of the best stuff ever. And I’m so fortunate to have come across their stuff because it is truly amazing<33

#❦moots<3❦ #twisted wonderland #twst #❦cece #twst spotlight💖 #twst spotlight #go check everyone out<3 #they’re all such cool and talented individuals #and thanks to anyone who’s been supporting me on here #I never thought people would actually like what I make #but seeing people interacting and telling me they like my stuff is amazing #just remember to reblog and not only to like #rebloging is very important and it makes more people see our stuff

[justanotherdrfan]

Welcome back for another instalment of DTS BREAKDOWN!

Please don’t read below if you don’t want spoilers!

S6E2 (FALL FROM GRACE)

-It’s become a necessity that we get Christian Horner at Home in Oxfordshire with special guest SANTA CLAUS

-Who’s first place in your heart? Christian response Daniel Ricciardo (same girl, same)

-We love a Daniel montage and so does DTS

-Daddy Horner to the rescue (and the sly AT pitstop ohh I wonder what that could possibly mean? 😂)

-Danny in Red Bull is prime material

-Fall From Grace I see what you did there DTS (well played with mama Ricciardo’s name feature, well played)

-Ohh Nyck your first and (not even a whole year) your last

-Not Nyck watching a how to shoot video on YouTube before going to Red Bulls charity event (did you do that with an F1 car too? Because you watched a dud. Sorry not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️)

-Of course Daniel stands there and acts like he’s the target getting shoot at and then flailing with the English language (I too do that too often)

-Nyck saying he doesn’t like aggression but harmony (you do know what manufacturer you’re working with?)

-Using Danny as a PR whore (I would like to book him in please)

-Daniel jokingly saying he prepares all of Checo’s and Max’s meals (didn’t Checo get food poisoning at one point? 😂)

-Please fuck off Danica

-Yuki ‘but anyway, I’ll beat him’ and smash Nyck you did honey

-Nyck in an interview: ‘The potential was there, um but uh we just didn’t quite get it together, it is the way it is, and, uh, we’ll move on’ (couldn’t have put your F1 career in a nutshell any better)

-Why am I watching Nyck clean he’s apartment fucking sliding doors?

-Nyck saying not my style as he points to a Lamborghini as he drives basically a tok tok (I’m sorry please tell me again why you want to drive in F1?)

-OMG HE DROVE THE TOK TOK TO PLAY LAWN BALLS (you clearly like the slow life just call it a fucking day)

-Max on a boat in Monaco SIMPLY LOVELY

-Not DTS interviewing Alex and Pierre about Red Bull having no mercy 😂

-Christian asking Daniel at Monaco if anyone’s held talks with him yet (Mate we all know your chatting shit and have him locked in already 😂)

-Adrian sitting next to Nyck on the boat thinking mate you’ll never drive my beast you are unworthy

-Nyck at Monaco: how do you not know where the switch is?

-Hey Daniel, it’s Christian!! AHHHHHHHH ITS HAPPENNING AHHHHHHHH

-TYRE TEST, TYRE TEST WOOT WOOT AND BLAKEY BOY

-Not Daniel saying the suits still fits but it’s tight (honey have you seen the 🍑 you got growing back there?)

-Things you love to here (Simon Rennie on the radio)

-They got Daniel’s first lap spin 😂

-The fucking smile on Blake’s face when Christian comes over and says ‘are you and your cohort available’ (Blakey boy poker face buddy poker face) 😂

-Ohh I’m crying Danny got the good news and he’s all quiet and shy (you know he’s overwhelmed) and so am I

#f1 #it’s the Danny Ric show #fall from grace #DTS BREAKDOWN #I applaud you DTS for your play on words #the alpha male could have been a sick episode name just saying #everyone’s favourite friend Blake friend #formula 1 #formula one #daniel ricciardo #dr3 #danny ric #red bull racing #dts s6 #DTS S6E2 #sorry Nyck #Christian Horner #scuderia alphatauri #the alpha male #blake friend #eating crumbs #drive to survive #the drive to survive king

[scotianostra]

December 10th 1928 saw the death of the artist, architect and designer Charles Rennie MacKintosh.

Another subject that I have explored in numerous posts, I hope to give a wee bit more information on lesser known facts in today’s post.

Born at 70 Parson Street, Townhead, Glasgow, on 7 June 1868, the fourth of eleven children and second son of William McIntosh, a superintendent and chief clerk of the City of Glasgow Police, and his wife, Margaret Rennie. Mackintosh grew up in the Townhead and Dennistoun (Firpark Terrace) areas of Glasgow, and he attended Reid's Public School and the Allan Glen's Institution.

Mackintosh’s father was the superintendent of the police force in Glasgow, and when the young architect started work with a local architecture firm, his first commission was the creation of a gravestone for Alexander MacCall, chief of police, as seen in the pics.

Mackintosh had undiagnosed Dyslexia which sometimes caused problems at work and school It was not until his letters were analysed that it became clear that Mackintosh had trouble with reading and writing. His beautiful letters to and from his wife in the later years of his life demonstrate this – he had even been known to spell his own name in a variety of different way.

Charles and his wife, Margaret, were suspected spies in the First World War, and were investigated by the Foreign Office. By 1913, work in Glasgow was very difficult to get hold of, and the couple moved to Sussex. Charles’ ‘bizarre’ Glasgow accent, as well as their ‘artistic’ style of dressing and the fact that they sent and received so much correspondence abroad, meant that they became top suspects and had their house searched.

He died in obscurity, yet now his work sells for hundreds of thousands of pounds

In his correspondence to Margaret, Mackintosh used to write progressively smaller and smaller type in order to fit all the information on a single sheet of paper – the price of stamps and paper was almost too high. He begged friends in Scotland to buy his watercolours. Now, his work reaches high prices at auctions. Recently, two chairs for Kate Cranston’s home, sold for $470,000 (£362,000) at Sotheby’s New York.

His wife, Margaret was a brilliant artist in her own right. Mackintosh would probably have approved of finishing a post about him with a focus on his wife, muse and inspiration Margaret. She was adept at using a variety of materials, and was arguably the better-known and more successful of the two when they were alive. She and her sister Frances exhibited around Europe, although most of Frances’ work was destroyed by her broken-hearted husband, Herbert MacNair, when she died young. The Mackintoshes never had children, and Margaret’s work is frequently interpreted with this sorrow in mind.

#scotland #scottish #history #architect #designer #artist

[rachetmath]

U know rusted knight jaune remind me of original Jerry Smith. Considering the relationship your Jaune has with rwby over the original can u do something similar to when OG Jerry snapped at Morty, when he said that him and Rick abandoning him, his original family and dimension "improved" him to which he responded "oh, am I cool enough for you now? Well that was easy it only cost me F*cking everything."

(Don't get me wrong I know what you mean. However, with volume 9, I don't feel he would talk to team RWBY like that. But his own team is a different story. I have said this and made it clear, Jaune is the Raven of his team. But unlike Raven, who may not have had valid reasons to leave. Jaune does.)

Jaune packed and was ready to go walked out of the house. Nora trying to reason with him chases after him and manages to get in front of Jaune. Jaune not pleased tries to me past her but Nora refuses.

Nora: Jaune let’s talk about this.

Jaune: There’s nothing to talk about Nora. It’s time to move on.

Nora: So, you abandon us and come back like nothing happened. And you abandon us again.

Jaune: I mean why are you complaining, you already replace me. Just like Pyrrha.

Nora: What?

Jaune: Team NERO. Good name. Two new teammates without the incompetence.

Nora: I don’t think that little of you.

Jaune: Only because I showed you and your team up. I showed you what I could do now. But then again I forget how little friends we were.

Nora: Excuse me. I am-

Jaune: No you’re not. You insulted me every chance you got Nora. When it comes down to it, you’re not a good friend.

Nora: Jaune I love you. Just like I-

Jaune: Oh shut up. Before Oscar, the only people you cared about was Pyrrha and Ren. Ren above all else.

Nora; Not true. I-

Jaune: You and Ren do everything together. Where Ren goes you go. When Ren’s mad your mad. Everything keeps coming back to Ren. In fact Ren is still you top priority. It’s never was Pyrrha or at least me at some point.

Nora: Jaune I’m-

Jaune: Sorry?! Sorry won’t cut it. And you said I abandoned you?! Like I had a choice. I FELL! To a land I didn’t know. Travel back in time by accident. Almost died multiple times by either getting killed or poison. Waiting for Ruby! Trying to find a way home!

Nora: I mean you turned out fine in the end.

Jaune: Oh really. That’s great you think that. It only took me the equivalence of thirty years.

Nora: Jaune-

Jaune: I was alone for years Nora. I had no one. *sigh* And I still have no one. Not even my team.

Nora: Jaune we’re still you teammates. It just-

Jaune: Teammates don’t insult each other. They don’t use each other a test subjects. And they damn well don’t- they don’t-….

Nora: Jaune I-

Jaune: It’s time to face reality Nora. You and Ren- I least tried to be there for one of you when the other isn’t there. But when I needed you most… … …. Neither of you were there. So go back to your Renny poo and your cute boy Oz. Because so far you proven me where your priorities are.

Nora: Then why did you come back?

Jaune: Simple. I want to stop Salem. I have a family. A nephew. Plus I fulfilled my role. At least my past self did. I inherited his memories. His experiences. And his wisdom. Now he’s dead. And now, I owe it to him to live my life. And if it means I have to cut off this one sided friendship then fine by me. Goodbye Nora.

Nora: Wait. Jaune. Jaune?! Please!

Nora reaches out her hand for him. However instead a memory resurfaces as she watch and scream

Nora: Momma? Momma!

Nora eyes begin to tear as she fell to her knees

Jaune I’M SORRY! PLEASE!! Please don’t leave me.

Jaune: *walks away but doesn’t let his tears show*

Nora: *cries* Please. Don’t abandon me too!

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #oscar pines #team jnpr #team rwby

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

Okay I have to know: your top 3 mcr songs for Dracfield and why 🙏

AGHHH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION I love combining my hyperfixations so much!!

This post Is long(as all of my Dracfield posts are) so I'm putting It under the cut

Obviously House of Wolves Is a Renfield coded song. It definitely fits him during the early days of him being a familiar, he's severely Infatuated with Dracula and willing to do anything for him, while still acknowledging that hes an awful person for doing so

"tell me I'm a bad man, kick me like a stray", hes aware of what hes doing but hes starting to accept It, though he still knows he deserves punishments for It. Also dogboy Renfield

In my mind It's a song that would play while hes on a killing spree, embracing that hes a sinner and knowing that hes going to Hell. I think hes always suffered with catholic guilt because of his queerness and MCR are literally the kings of catholic guilt and homosexuality so the song Is about him sinning by killing people and by being gay

For the 2nd song I'd have to say It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish because It's about being revived and Immortality. I think Dracula has had to revive Renfield dozens of times over the years and now Ren has turned Into an almost Immortal being. It's literally like In the actual story for Three Cheers, because the devil keeps bringing the Demolition Man back to life over and over again just so he can kill people. (Renny and the Demolition Man are very similar, at least to me) Also I think at the last verse Is kind of like him singing to Dracula about how one day they'll be dead together, since he still has some hope that Dracula can die

Also "from the razor to the rosary, we could lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red" Is such a perfect lyric for them. Murderous husbands

3rd song Is Famous Last Words, It fits Renfield post-Dracula so well. He's finally free and able to live his life again, he's no longer afraid of being alive. Although Renfield still loves Dracula, he Isn't scared of being alone because he has discovered he can find new purposes In life and he no longer needs Dracula to make him feel complete.

"A love that's so demanding, I get so weak, a love that's so demanding, I can't speak" Its literally him and Dracula! His love for his Master has turned him Into a weak-willed and obedient servant, rather than an equal lover. He Is devoted to Dracula, while Dracula could let him go and not feel even the tiniest bit of guilt or regret (at least In Renfield's eyes). He literally can't speak because he's spent all of his life In Dracula's shadow, always quiet and unable to express his own thoughts, forced to listen to and obey Dracula's demands.

He's no longer the quiet, obedient follower that he was molded Into, he Is free from hiding In the shadows and fearing every moment he's alive. Now he has the power and bravery to keep on living.

#that was. a lot #thank you so much for this ask I love these two things so damn much #I could have spoken so much more about why they fit dracfield but we'd be here for years #also I think renfield's favourite album would be TBP #or danger days.. Idk I just get that vibe from him #I will never stop Infodumping about mcr and renfield #the brainrot Is so powerful #dracfield #dracula #renfield #renfield 2023 #mcr

[moistmailman]

Breath of the wild AU part 2

*at hateno village*

Pyrrha: *sweating while doing yard work at her new house*

Nora, walking up: Heyo!

Pyrrha, smiling: Hello Nora. What are you doing out of your tower? The residents here claim you're a hermit.

Nora, feigning being offended: Hey, being a hermit isn't all that easy you know? A girl gotta get some fresh air every once in a while. Renny is amazing and all, but he can be hard to keep a conversation going with.

Pyrrha: Well since you're down here, do you want something to drink? Got some water.

Nora: Nah, just wanted to say hey and ask a few questions. How's your memories? Anything came back to you?

Pyrrha, scratching the back of her head: A bit of pieces here and there, but I still feel like a giant chunk of my life is missing.

Nora, smirking: Remember anything about prince boy?

Pyrrha, slightly blushly: Jaune? Y-yeah, some more stuff about him came back to me. Still kinda spotty though.

Nora: Well? Come on then. Give me the deets.

Pyrrha: Uh....I don't have any vegetables growing yet.

Nora: What? No, not beets- girl talk, Pyr-Pyr.

Pyrrha, raising an eyebrow: What's there to talk about?

Nora, smirking: Oh come on. More memories came back about Jauney, right? Don't pretend the way you feel about him didn't come back too.

Pyrrha, blushing: I don’t know what you’re implying. Jaune and I are just friends.

Nora: Who had to spend every second of the day with each other?

Pyrrha: And? We’re friends, but I also was tasked to protect him as well. So obviously I would spend a lot of time with him.

Nora: So you’re telling me you saw that relationship as strictly platonic?

Pyrrha: Obviously?

Nora: Well there are memories that you haven’t remembered yet that beg to differ. Like I remember one time after a long ass day you two were found cuddling with each other. The guard who found you two freaked out.

Pyrrha, blushing:.........

Nora, frowning: Really? No reaction? I was expecting you to claim I was at least lying about it. That’s kinda boring, not gonna lie. It’s like as if- *gasp*

Pyrrha, blushing:.........

Nora, smiling: Hold on! You already remembered that memory, didnt you?!

Pyrrha, blushing madly:........*goes back to yard work*

Nora, laughing: Oh don’t ignore me! Come on! Let’s have girl talk about it!

Pyrrha, face on fire: We probably already had girl talk about it, so why bother?

Nora: So you admit you remember!

Pyrrha: I didn’t say that!

Nora: You basically did! Now come on, let’s talk about again!

Pyrrha: So you admit we talked about this in the past already!

Nora: Obviously! It was so entertaining to make you blush that bad! And now I have the opportunity to do it all over again! So come on already!!!!

Pyrrha: We aren’t talking about this!

Nora: You said that last time, and that didn’t stop me then, won’t stop me now! Now come on!

Pyrrha: *vigorously focusing on yard work*

Nora: Admit it, you liked the way he held you, didn’t you?

Pyrrha: Look, can we just please not talk about this?

Nora: I’m pretty sure you said that last time too.

Pyrrha: *groans*

Nora: Just admit it, and I’ll stop. It’s not like you didn’t admit it last time. So what’s the big deal?

Pyrrha, face on fire:......f-fine....I-it felt...nice, okay? It made me feel like he’s protecting me for a change......

Nora:......*snorts*

Pyrrha: What?

Nora, laughing: You didn’t admit jack shit to me last time!

Pyrrha, eyes wide: WHAT?!

Nora: You were stubborn as hell last time! Kept to your guns and didn’t admit anything! Look like finally won though!

Pyrrha, covering her face: This can’t be happening! How did I fall for that?!

Nora: This is amazing! Patience has finally paid off! I’m running on an amazing high right now!

Pyrrha: Can we stop?! You won, okay!

Nora, smiling: Okay, Fine. We’re done for now. *looks around* So, nice house you got here.

Pyrrha, going back to yard work: Thanks.

Nora: Gonna take Jaune back here once you save him?

Pyrrha: Kinda have to. The castle’s not habitable at the moment, and he got no where else to stay.

Nora: How many beds you got?

Pyrrha: One currently.

Nora, smirking: Oh hoho, one you say? Trying to relive that memory in the near future?

Pyrrha, blushing: S-shuddup!

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #nora valkyrie #rwby au

[arrthurpendragon]

Love Comes Softly Chapter Update!

                                   ┌────── ⋆. · ❅ · .⋆ ──────┐

                                         Meryton Preparations

                                   └────── ⋆. · ❅ · .⋆ ──────┘

The excitement seemed to hum through the air at Longbourn in preparation for the upcoming assembly at Meryton. Lydia and Kitty ran through the house in a sing-song about the evening's impending dancing and frivolity that awaited them. Mary sat at the pianoforte plunking out a sour tune. Lizzy curled Jane's lovely locks and Beatrice sat in a room by herself, drawing the landscape from the view of her window seat, humming a tune to herself as she went sketched.

It was not that Beatrice Bennet disliked assemblies. In fact, she found them rather gay; but like her sister Jane, Beatrice was painfully shy about the opposite sex. Except, Beatrice was far worse. If a man so much as looked her direction, her cheeks would flush and words fled her mind. She wished she was half as witty as Lizzy when it came to such matters or that her beauty and grace might make up for her lack of words, like Jane. Instead, she was simply forced to muddle her way through, much to the dismay of her mother. Beatrice feared she was forever going to be a burden to her father.

Beatrice knew she should be readying herself for the assembly, but there would be no one there she wanted to impress. Almost all the gentlemen that would be in attendance already had their eyes set on a woman. Well, all but the two unmarried gentlemen newly arrived in the area.  Mama hoped that Jane would catch the eye of one of the gentlemen.  But Beatrice had heard through the grapevine that the other man was rather dour.

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#oc: beatrice bennet #fic: love comes soflty #fd: pride & prejudice #chapter update #ocappreciation #ocapp #oc fanfiction

[arc-misadventures]

It’s More Common Than You Think

Jaune: Haaa… Oh, hi, Nora…

Nora: Hi, Jaune-Jaune! Hmm…? Hey where’s, Pyrrha?

Jaune: She’s in her Pokéball.

Nora: Really, why?

Jaune: She’s in timeout.

Nora: Oh? What did she do?

Jaune: Well… You see… Pyrrha, and I can now ‘talk…’

Nora: Talk? Wait, you mean psychically?

Jaune: Yeah, she speaks in my mind to me, and me to her.

Nora: Wait, really?! That’s amazing! Congrats, Jaune!

Jaune: It’s not really something to celebrate about…

Nora: Eh? Why not?

Jaune: Well… I found out we could ‘talk’ was after she told me… She told me… When she told me she wanted to fuck me…

Nora: And?

Jaune: A-And? A Pokémon tells their trainer she wants to do it with them, and all you can say is, ‘and?!’

Nora: Yeah, are you going to do her, or not?

Jaune: What?! Nora, it’s a human, and a Pokémon, they’re not supposed to do… that?!

Nora: Oh you’d be surprised how many people do their Pokémon. Hell it’s been legal for decades.

Jaune: Seriously?!

Nora: Yep, there are rules of course to Human/Pokémon relationships. Most people don’t know about it is because people don’t tend to talk about their sex life.

Jaune: You’ve got to be kidding me?!

Nora: Nope, if I could I’d be all over, Renny right now if he wanted to, but he’s not. So I’m trying to warm him up to the idea first before anything else. As a sign of trust.

Jaune: Wait, ‘Renny?’ I-Isn’t your, Lucario, named Ren?!

Nora: That’s the one!

Jaune: You want to bang your, Pokémon?!

Nora: And, your Pokémon wants to bang you. Listen, Jaune… I’m not telling you this so you’ll take her out, and do her on the spot. I’m telling you this so you understand that it’s okay. You can love her if you want to. So don’t rush anything, come to understand your feelings for her in this new development, and see where it goes from there. Just take your time, explain things to, Pyrrha, and see where the tide takes you.

Jaune: …

Jaune: That was surprisingly deep coming from you, Nora. Not that it won’t help… It was just… unexpected…

Nora: Hey, there is wisdom behind my insanity~!

Jaune: That is not a comforting thought…

Nora: Meh, just go with the punches life throws your way, and dish it out as good as you can.

Jaune: Life advice that’s actually good from, Nora of all people… Okay, not the weirdest thing I’ve yet dealt with… But, good advice nonetheless. Thanks, Nora.

Nora: My pleasure, Jaune-Jaune~! But, one question, what about your other Pokémon, how do they feel about you?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Eh…?

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #nora x ren #ren x nora #rwby arkos #pokémon

[mybeingthere]

Renny Pritikin on the groundbreaking career of Carlos Villa (1936-2013).

"If you think American racial assumptions and rigid social structures are unacknowledged and toxic, half a century ago they were much worse.  For example, when my parents visited me in San Francisco from their home in New York for the first time in the late 1970s, my father was dumbfounded to learn that our mailman was Asian.  In his experience—which encompassed most of the 20th century — he’d never encountered an Asian worker in any sphere of government or commerce apart from restaurants and laundries.  Carlos Villa, the subject of a two-venue retrospective in San Francisco, dared to embark on a career in that milieu.  His decades-long success as an artist and cultural catalyst is documented in the eye-opening exhibition, Worlds in Collision, at the Asian Art Museum and the San Francisco Arts Commission Gallery.

  Independent curators Mark Dean Johnson and Trisha Lagaso Goldberg, supported by Sherwin Rio, organized this enormous project, which includes a formidable catalog.Carlos Villa (pronounced vee-ya) was born in 1936 in San Francisco of Filipino heritage.  He grew up in the Tenderloin district, an economically impoverished yet richly multicultural environment.  (Lucy Lippard, writing in the catalog, quotes Villa saying that many Filipinos of his generation embraced Black cultural codes growing up.)  Leo Valledor, a slightly older cousin with whom Villa was close his entire life, gave him early art lessons.  Villa first exhibited his work in 1958 and graduated from the San Francisco Art Institute (SFAI) in 1961, later earning an MFA from Mills College in 1963.  

He spent the next five years striving to break into the New York art world with minimalist sculptures and abstract drawings.  The latter, made with felt pens on paper, feature arcs of color in rapid sequence that form overlapping, worm-like shapes suggestive of viscera.  He achieved attention for this work and the beginnings of a career, but returned to San Francisco in 1969, where he embarked on a long stint as a professor at SFAI.  From that point forward, his work veered away from commercially sanctioned modes of expression toward the less fashionable exploration of identity.  At the Art Institute, Villa grew to be a beloved figure and a leader in bringing diversity issues to the fore through classes, symposia and exhibitions he organized there under the omnibus title Worlds in Collision, which Johnson and Lagaso Goldberg borrowed for this exhibition.   

Villa died in 2013 at age 76."

https://www.squarecylinder.com/.../renny-pritikin-on.../

https://exhibitions.asianart.org/.../carlos-villa-worlds.../

[eirianerisdar]

Omg. So I was re-reading Icarus while I wait for the new chapter because you have an unnatural hold on me right now and in chapter one when Daniel asks Seb about how trimmed wings feel, Seb says:

“They say you should feel lighter. They never mention how it makes you feel hollow."

And fast forward to a couple of months ago when Simon Rennie told Daniel he looked hollow when he came back to the factory... GOOSEBUMPS all over

Haha the weird thing is that I wrote that first chapter way before the video on Danny coming back to Red Bull or the Talking Bull podcast came out. I meant a metaphorical hollowness but the more I built on the motif the more it applied both literally and metaphorically. The hollow between Daniel's folded wings when he trims, where his primary feathers used to be. The hollowing out of his happiness, his personality, his ingrained driving habits at the mercy of a car that doesn't suit him. How he literally hollows out, his weight dropping, his cheeks turning hollow.

I've been mulling over something for a while. While Icarus isn't meant to completely reflect the real world, I started the story earlier this year to explore unhealthy sporting practices in F1. A lot of it, like most RPF, is based on necessary extrapolation and can't be absolutely the same as real life, which is why I see Icarus!Daniel first and foremost is a character and not as IRL Daniel. But I have to say my twin @wafflesrisa and I were constantly astounded this season because so many of our extrapolations just...turned out to be true? Things like how hollow Daniel was when he first came back. The revelation of McLaren's systematic dismantling of his racing style. How angry Christian was at what McLaren had done and how willing he was to shaft them at the right opportunity (Aus gp press conference). We planned the fainting and big crash in the later chapters very early on back in May and when the Qatar GP came out and people were passing out in the high speed corners we were like um. Okay. Unintentional reflection of IRL events.

Icarus remains a fanfic. To say it accurately reflects the dynamics of the grid and the sport would be a bit parasocial. But honestly given it's a fic about drivers trimming their wings as a metaphor for killing a part of themselves in exchange for speed, I'm a bit terrified that so much of it has ended up not being an exaggeration but a mirror of certain things IRL.

#like some of the stuff we were like lol we're turning up the angst for fanfic purposes #and a few races later we get an interaction or a press comment which is just bonkers insane #and we're like um. F1 should not ask the drivers to sacrifice these things for the sport. #f1 #icarus #f1 fanfic #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #my post #anon #replies #writing

[tackypies]

stranger in a strange land

(ao3 ver.)

Among your people, life is measured not by years but by deeds. You are no one until you’ve drawn blood, a lesson every child is taught by biting steel and sleepless nights. Personhood belongs to the victors and you, Lae’zel of K’liir, have yet to live. You’ve made steel of your flesh and hammered out the imperfect weaknesses of your heart. You’ve endured countless blows to be reforged into your Queen’s sword. Yet a ghaik parasite squirms in your skull, a testament to your failure.

(‘Fairness’ is an pleasant lie for softer races. The ghaik cared not for ‘fairness’ when they hollowed out your people’s hearts and minds. ‘Fairness’ could never sever your people’s bonds. Cunning and steel were all a warrior needed — all that you needed. You’ve assured yourself that, should you find your skills bested, you would accept your inferiority and submit to your end with honor. A true warrior would choose death. Yet.

A fleeting thought, wild like a beast straining against a snare: I want to live.)

You’ve made the tactical decision to seek a crèche, for Vlaakith, in all her wisdom, would condemn the waste of good soldiers. That no symptoms have emerged is bizarre—

(—is enough to stoke the embers of hope into a steadfast blaze—)

—and you’ve no intention of letting the worm reveal its tricks.

Your new troop is pathetic. You suppose the situation could be worse. You are, after all, stranded on a backwater planet, filthy with the overgrown organic masses of the Material Plane. Still, you cannot stifle your scorn towards them, for their disorganized and undisciplined natures embarrass you. The ‘halfling’ comes up only to your thighs and chatters incessantly; were he kin, an instructor would’ve brained him years ago for being so loose with his tongue. The half-elf speaks as if she were a veteran worthy of authority and regards you with poison in her eyes. She thinks herself a skilled agent of the night. What vindication it’d be, to point out her laughably poor attempts at concealing her knives. She’s only playing at being a spy.

But they have fought beside you upon the nautiloid and they share your affliction. You are not so stupid as to overlook a warrior’s bond, though they test its limits with their bumbling buffoonery.

“A question, good Lae’zel,” the halfling, Renny, says. He’s a bard but acts more the part of the fool. His only saving grace is his ability to take orders — and perhaps his skill with the lyre. Even you partake in the pleasures of music from time to time. “Are you certain your people will purify us?”

“Chk. Do you doubt me?”

“Never you, of course. I’m only trying to understand why they’d help us instead of, ah, putting us out of our misery.”

It is a reasonable line of inquiry you’ll permit. “Is it not clear? They will help you because you are with me. You are under my command, and are my responsibility.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to being your lackey,” the half-elf, Shadowheart, quips.

“It is common sense. Would you rather blindly stumble about? My people’s knowledge is superior to anything you’d find on this middling, grassy rock. If you find the truth disagreeable, leave and die.”

“I intend to try all our options.” Shadowheart crooks an eyebrow. “For all your praise, we haven’t come across a single gith looking for you. Which is to be expected, I suppose. Your kind disdains weaklings, no?”

She’s as subtle as an axe to the gut. You click your tongue. Shadowheart is not the first to mock you; some of your cousins made a game of provoking you during your training days, seeking to flush out easy prey. You showed them your bite was worse than their bark. One of them permanently lost her right hand and you kept her fingers as trophies for a week.

Charity and benevolence have no place on the battlefield, but the bonds between survivors were different. No one on Faerun can understand that you have not been abandoned — that to be rescued by kin would be an embarrassment and slight to your prowess — that if you made it to a crèche you were worthy of the zaith’isk, because you’ve clawed your way back to your people.

You have sweated and slaved and dreamed too long to be denied a life. Shadowheart knows nothing. She’s but a yapping annoyance.

“Yes,” you say, “we make a point to cull the weak. I’d watch yourself if I were you.”

When the worm has been cleansed from you, perhaps you’ll even return to sad little Faerun after your military campaigns. You will demonstrate to them the true might of the githyanki and they will stand in awe of you, Lae’zel, kith’rak. You hold onto the dream — your only tether — and deny your cowardly thoughts the ground to grow.

You, Lae’zel of K’liir, are not weak.

You will live your life.

#lae'zel #shadowheart #tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #renny #a short piece that didn't really go anywhere..... just a quick chara study on lae'zel & her fear #my writing

[justtuesdays]

original character: renny damian

Gifted Art: 🍍 by @sunshinejihyun — thank you so much for bringing Renny and Tim to life. This is definitely them post Ok, Roomie.

“Tim, I thought you said we’d smile!” Renny playfully slaps Tim’s shoulder as she attempts to hold the phone with her other hand. Tim laughs as he takes a look the photo taken and shares it quickly to himself. “What are you doing?” She watches as her boyfriend giggles to himself while tapping away on his phone. Two seconds later, her phone vibrates with a notification. Tim’s tagged her on a new post. My girlfriend makes everything look hot, followed by their selfie. Renny can’t help but grin like an idiot. She was completely in love with Tim and she didn’t see herself changing any of that anytime soon.

#litg #litg tim #love island the game #thank you bryn #art: sunshinejihyun #pairing: renny x tim #those two are spending #life just being themselves #post ok roomie

[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 ]

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[beardedmrbean]

Sept. 26 (UPI) -- A third person has been arrested and charged with federal drug offenses in connection to a daycare operated out of a Bronx apartment where earlier this month four children under the age of three suffered fentanyl overdoses, including a 1-year-old boy who died.

Renny Antonio Parra Paredes, 38, of the Bronx, New York, was arraigned Monday before U.S. Magistrate Judge Ona Wang on one count of conspiring to distribute narcotics resulting in death, which carries a sentence between 20 years to life in prison.

Prosecutors accuse Paredes of playing of a fundamental role in the narcotics operation that was operated from the Divino Niño daycare center where three children were found unresponsive on Sept. 15 and were rushed to the hospital, including the child who died. A fourth child who had been picked up from the daycare a few hours earlier was also taken to the hospital after becoming lethargic and unresponsive. They all suffered from fentanyl poisoning.

Grei Mendez, the owner of the Bronx daycare, and Carlisto Acevedo Brito, who lived in the apartment's bedroom and a purported cousin to Mendez's husband, have already been charged. Police also appear to be searching for Mendez's unidentified spouse.

Police have said Mendez called her husband before contacting 911 about the unresponsive children at her daycare. Surveillance footage captures the man entering the building where the daycare is located prior to police arriving on the scene and leaving with bags authorities believe may contain evidence.

Authorities have found large quantities of narcotics in the daycare, including stashed in the floor where children played and slept and in a closet next to the center's bathroom. Among the narcotics, officers found glassine envelopes used to sell drugs stamped with "RED DAWN" in red ink.

The indictment unsealed Monday states a search of Brito's phone uncovered encrypted conversations he had with Paredes, who is also known as "El Gallo." Location data for Paredes' cellphone obtained with a warrant indicates that he was in the vicinity of the daycare every day for weeks prior to the poisoning of the four children and that he has not been back since.

Paredes was arrested early Friday, and investigators said that he lied during an interview about the frequency with which he visited the daycare.

Authorities also searched an apartment he said he was staying at, and found two bags containing items and tools used to prepare and distribute narcotics, including a "RED DAWN" stamp and empty glassine envelopes bearing that mark.

"Based on my training and experience, I know that participants in the same narcotics conspiracy frequently use the same stamps to advertise their particular brand to customers," the indictment said.

Tape, a digital scale and ziplock bags filled with a grey powder believed to be narcotics were also found, the court document states.

"I promised last week that we would continue to work to bring those involved in the child poisonings at Divino Niño daycare to justice," U.S. Attorney Damian Williams for the Southern District of New York said in a statement. "Today's arrest is one more step toward obtaining justice for the child-victims of this heinous offense and their families."

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Source: the San Bernardine Sun, 25 December 1978 Wild to learn about the reach of the March/Laughton film from ‘35. Also this article is so funny to me because they can no longer just say Cosette, Fantine,  or Marius and assume that the reader knows who they mean so they end up saying Valjean’s ward, Valjean’s ward’s mother, and Valjean’s ward’s lover and other round about things.  Also I read in a later article that the program “drew 38 percent of the national audience, according to the Neilsen ratings, and was the week's highest-rated special.” But overall it was ninth in the week for ratings, tied with a rerun of MASH.

HOLLYWOOD  — If Victor Hugo was alive today he'd be one of the most sought-after writers by television network presidents. His stories contain all the elements deemed necessary to make a film or series successful. Most notable example is Hugo's "Les Miserables," written in 1862. Inspired by the French people seeking freedom from oppression, he wrote the now-classic tale of an impoverished man, Jean Valjean, who steals a loaf of bread to feed his starving family, and that act of survival sets off a chain reaction that includes drama, adventure, jeopardy, love, hatred and, above all, the action of the chase. CBS has picked the middle of what is usually considered an "off-week," the period between Christmas and New Year's Day when people are too preoccupied with holiday festivities to watch TV, to show the latest version of "Les Miserables," the Norman Rosemont Production in association with ITC Entertainment which occupies all three hours of CBS' prime-time programming Wednesday. It's CBS' gift-wrapped treat amid the rubble of reruns. The family that takes time out to relax from Yuletide activities will thoroughly enjoy a class production filmed in France and England in authentic surroundings that look as though no stone has been dislodged from its place since Hugo described its locale in his drama. Richard Jordan portrays Valjean, whose life is to be dogged by his obsessed pursuer, Inspector Javert, played by Anthony Perkins. As with his other revivals of the classics, "The Count of Monte Cristo," "The Man in the Iron Mask" and "The Four Feathers," all produced for both TV and theatrical release, Norman Rosemont has populated the cast with distinguished veteran actors. In his last performance, Claude Dauphin, who died recently, is seen as the kindly bishop who befriends Valjean. Sir John Gielgud is an elderly aristocrat. Celia Johnson is Valjean's housekeeper. Flora Robson is the head of a convent. Cyril Cusak is the convent's groundskeeper who provides brief refuge for the prison-escaping Valjean. Ian Holm is a greedy innkeeper. Joyce Redman is the bishop's housekeeper. 

Two young British newcomers, Caroline Langrishe and Christopher Guard, were chosen to play Valjean's pretty ward and the grandson of Gielgud. And Angela Pleasance is the beggar woman who further impedes Valjean's escape by entrusting her daughter (Langrishe) to his care. 

Of the many films on Hugo's classic (Jean Gavin as Valjean in the 1952 French movie; Gino Cervi in a 1943 Italian feature; Michael Rennie in a 1952 TV kinescope), the 1952 Warner Bros, movie with Frederic March and Charles Laughton is best remembered. 

Who can forget Laughton's Javert, having finally cornered Valjean (March) in a Paris sewer after his three-decade pursuit, shouting "The law is the law!" although, he, like Valjean, is aged and weary of this senseless pursuit. Did the specter of Laughton's dominating performance lurk in the background of this 1978 version? "No, not really," replied Glenn Jordan, who directed the $3 million production. "I saw the Laughton version twice and found very little I could use. One of the few things I thought interesting and useful was that Laughton played an eccentric. So I had Tony play it eccentrically, but in an entirely different way.

"Laughton was always Laughton in the end, not the characters he portrayed. I felt it was important to be the character Hugo intended because, after all, a lot of people have never seen those other versions or ever read the book." 

[Glenn] Jordan, who won an Emmy for the Ben Franklin specials on TV, among other citations for notable TV and stage productions, says that [Richard] Jordan, who first gained attention in TV's "The Captains and the Kings," and Perkins are much closer to the characters Hugo described in his lengthy novel. "I remember March and Laughton as being too old for their roles. They didn't really age as much as people would in real life, especially people who went through what they did. We assume Hugo's characters were about the same age in the beginning. The imprisonment period is 20 years, then a jump of five years passes, then it's 10 years more. [Really? March is such a young Jean Valjean]  "That's why it was important to cast young men who could age (via make-up and character change), rather than start out with older actors in those roles." Redoing the classics has bothered some purists who prefer to let the original versions stand on their merits. But Glenn Jordan has valid reasons for remaking a classic such as this. "The social problems of poverty and justice vs. justice, these are things, I think that are self-explanatory," he said. "But the human problems, the relations between the people are the most interesting because, it seems to me, that when you redo a classic you have to make it vivid for today's audience. "When you see older versions of such stories they are very much versions of their time and reflect the thinking of their time, including the style in which they were done." By PAUL HENMGER Gannett News Service

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