#ronell

[wanderestlest]

fuck zizek

#read the avital ronell 'controversy' wikipedia page again #god i wish i was nastier to joan scott when i met her #mine

[knightfeared]

*Everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. 📨 ➤   @rcsetorn  [ ; ] 💋 (Chris mebe?)

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. Ending in the same way as it always did — a routine trip to the labs to deposit some recently gathered samples before he himself could finally rest. He still had report work of his own post debriefing to take care of, but he was exhausted, far too tired to want to bother with anything of the sort until he got some real shut eye. Being trapped in fight or flight mode, nothing but adrenaline & fear keeping you going for hours on end — it worked itself deep under your skin, made you restless, unable to focus when it stretched for far too long, & made way for fatigue to hit you like a train once it all finally began to wear off. A common enough routine he'd gotten used to doing over the months, days, nearing years that'd passed by this point.

Though there seems to be a difference this time around. What he doesn't expect is to find her Ronelle at her desk over up & active, slumped over in a way that does admittedly spark at his panic upon first glance. But he brushes it aside with a reassurance that the building was safe, secure. That there was likely a more normal, mundane & harmless reason for finding her like this.

It also helps he can note the time, knows with a certainty the odd hour definitely had a part to play. Ever the hard worker, rarely being seen away from her desk or the lab itself — Chris isn't even sure if there's a version of her in his memories that existed before they'd begun to work together in countering Bioterrorism. It's an all-consuming job, one that bleeds into all parts of your life, inking, tainting it like rot. Chris sighs.

There's worry that creeps up still, noting how eerily still she is, only smoothed back down again when he stares another few moments, catching the faint rise & fall of her shoulders as she snoozes in silence. While his own work kept him up, away from home & always moving, hers, while not much different, should have been more grounded. But here she was, still pushing herself to work hard, to try helping as much as she could in fixing things. With a conflicted expression, the soldier moves, keeping himself quiet as he shifts around the empty lab to put away the collected batch of recent B.O.W. samples away. They can tackle it later, it wasn't a pressing issue.

He makes his way back to the napping scientist's side, his eyes find their way back to the bit of her face he can spot from behind the cover of hair curtaining around the table, over her arms & face. Still nothin, not even a stir. Huffing, Chris mulls over his options, teetering between waking her up & leaving her be, or moving her to a more comfortable place to continue catching up on some more then well needed shut eye.

Eventually, Chris settles on attempting to wake her. It was common courtesy to try at least . . . If that didn't work, then he'd attempt to move her to one of the couches in the break area.

Sounded good enough in theory, up until he finds gently shaking, hushed calls of her name do little in the way of actually rousing her conscious for longer then a few grumbled moments before she promptly falls back asleep again. She stirs, head lolling to the side with a hummed mutter, before trying to flop back down again into the nest-like pillowing of her folded arms. The Operative stares for a moment, blinking slowly before he rolls his eyes, gently pulling the chair away from the desk, just enough he can pick the researcher up in his arms in resignation. It's not the best hold, but he's not carrying her for long. Shuffling over step by careful step, when he goes to lay her back down again, he can't help but snort out a laugh when she grabs at his forearm, the lax grip slipping down to his wrist with a visible pinched brow.

He'd gone through this same routine with Claire, as strange as it was to say. Though not since they were kids. But something about that old habit of being the one to move her, making sure she was safe — it's warming to know that though things had changed a great deal, not entirely for the better, they haven't all been bad. Some fragments remained stubbornly in place, enough that though he barely felt like himself most days since deciding to continue on down this hopeless feeling career path — he didn't regret it as much. It was a flicker, a flash in the pan, but the hope it inspired made him smile softly.

Gently, Chris goes to uncurl tightly pressed fingers from where they'd begun to dig into his skin, careful, with little force, he manages to eventually release his hand. But her fingers still try to wrap around his, bearing a bit of a chill to them, he holds it in his hand a moment longer, furrow browed stare angling towards the frigid digits before glancing up to study Bea's features, noting the way they pinched in some brief irritation, easing back into something more comfortable as the woman inches onto her side with a drawn out exhale.

Shaking his head with some allowed fondness, Chris lifts her hand in amusement, hesitating in caution, before he pushes himself to just act — the press of his lips to the freshly warmed curve of her deceptively dainty knuckles sparks a warmth in his chest, one carefully cradled before being waned down to something less bright as he places her hand back down, stepping off & away back towards her desk.

An old habit, one he happily indulges in as he carefully moves to tidy her working space, clearing away the abandoned, hours old tea, half-drunk & long cold to the sink, taking a moment to jot down a small message on one of Beatrix's spare post-it's. Nothing long, nothing fancy, but gently teasing, something he hopes will brighten her morning when she does wake again. A final search of the space for a spare sleeping blanket or cover of sorts is successful. Covering her with it, doing a final sweep of the barren lab, he passes a final glance in her direction before he moves to exit back into the main hall.

He'd bother her about work related bullshit another time.

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #RCSETORN. / BEATRIX RONELLE. #MUSE: [ CHRIS REDFIELD. ] #❝ Half alive & haunted. “What’s left of me - a cavity - at least this space is mine”. ❞ . [ RCSETORN ]

[theviewfrommyfrenchkitchen]

Pineapple flambéed with cointreau

I love to do this recipe with peaches in summer. But since we’re now at the end of summer, the peaces have finished and we opt for other fruit. Pineapple, with its slightly tangy taste is a good substitute for peaches. Recipe: 1 large pineapple juice of 1 lemon 1 vanilla pod 50 ml sugar 2 TBSP butter 50 ml Cointreau 200 ml greek yogurt 200 ml mascarpone Add the sugar, butter and lemon…

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#. French lifestyle #cooking #Dessert #flambé #food #France #fruit #myfrenchkitchen #pineapple #Provence #ronell van wyk

[massejasse]

Got it home and up the wall. Can you spot the differens?

#Ronel Roberts #rorokonst #roroart #Silent prayer #south africa #sweden #skåne county #vittsjö #gay couple #art #artwork #artist #painter #prayer #bird #lesbian love

[detroitlib]

Portrait of the dance team Ronelle and Edna. Autographed on front: "To Leroy Smith, a swell person & musician. Really enjoy your sweet music. Good luck, a pal, Ronelle and Edna." Stamped on back: "Grand Studio, 1537 Broadway, Detroit, Mich." Handwritten on back: "Ronelle & Edna."

Courtesy of the E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library

#ronelle and edna #dance #vintage #dancers #grand studio #detroit #detroit history #detroit public library

[universepines7102]

The Spy's Kids

Linda (to Robert): ''Come on brother, we have to save our parents!''

#the loud house #Linda loud #Robert loud #Linda ronelle loud #Robert leonard loud #next gen kids

[katyasghoulfriend]

ok i got my roots done and u guys i look like khaleesiiiiiiiii

#will post a pic tomorrow when i have makeup on #but its icy blonde im obsessed #shout out to the russian ladies who took care of me tonight i love u ronelle and violeta💗 #mg.text

[hoplessromanticpoet]

Words are bodies that can be hurled at the other, they can land in the psyche or explode in the soma. A hurtful utterance can give you hives, make you want to throw up, put a dent in your appetite, or summon up any number of somatic responses and physical collapses.

#SCUM Manifesto (Valerie Solanas Avital Ronell) #quote #words #books

[vcq88ts]

Substance

Law is primarily a complicity between Big Business and State in order to resecure Monopolies. avital ronell

alcohol

state of consumption

#substance #consumption #politics #avital ronell #alcohol #consumerism #political economy #Youtube

[elrincondelfanatico]

#MLB #no-hitter #Ronel Blanco #Astros #Pittsburgh Pirates #jugadores ofensivos #SP/RP #fantasy #basketball #Final Four #Abierto de Miami #tenis #ligas europeas #fútbol #Liberty Media #Moto GP #GP de Suzuka #F1 #NFL #expansión NFL #LFA #Liga de Futbol Americano Profesional de México #equipos #jugadores de Estados Unidos.

[starsmuserainbow]

[[ @siriseen | Continued from here bc new editor & new cutting]]

“Huh,” she answered — just a surprised noise, a huff of voice. Quiet, but enough that she didn’t need to sign. For a few minutes, she stood like that, hands over the warmth until they stopped searing painfully. She wiggled them, experimentally… then leaned her face towards his warm hands. “Can you make food, too?” She’s mostly joking, but her face is deadpan.

It was both good and sad that she appreciated his warmth as much. Good because it felt nice to be able to do something for her even if they only just met, and sad because Galfore couldn't help but think about how someone chooses to leave a living being suffering under too cold temperatures and, by the sounds of it, without free access to food too.

"No," he signed back truthfully to her question, though then took away his hands briefly to check his pockets. Getting out what looked like a stone, Galfore grabbed the Ronel with both hands. He doubted that she could bite through the hard shell of it, so he quickly broke the 'rock' into two to reveal the blue dough-like mass on the inside. Unsure how to sign back while holding the pieces, he whispered instead. "But I have this - it is food of my home. The outside is very sturdy, but if you want, you can try the mass on the inside." He was already emanating a little bit of light and warmth from his hands again, though in order to not make the Ronel heat up too much, not as much as he was offering her before.

#siriseen #✫ General Tag (Galfore(Canon)) ✫ #✫ IC (Galfore(Canon)) ✫ #✫ Not yet a Caretaker ✫ | Younger!Galfore #nowadays galfore would absolutely remember to warn non-tamaraneans that ronel is very hot+spicy (after a short moment of sweet) #but here - bc young; and bc of it not being a problem for himself - he just doesn't realize it's sth to warn anyone about so uh xD

[icannotbewhoiwish]

avital ronell, as quoted in the lonely city: adventures in the art of being alone, olivia laing

#finished reading #olivia laing #avital ronell

[okaywavesentertainment]

Fears by Ronelle (Official Video)

Versatile Nigerian gospel minstrel Ronelle returns with yet another brand new powerful song titled “Fears”, a song of courage to overcome challenges and attain the heights of your dreams. Onyeka Ronelle Chiazor, better known as Ronelle, is a Nigerian singer, songwriter, and finance professional. She gained recognition in the music industry by the song she released for Nigeria titled “Still Green”…

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#fears #official #ronelle #video

[theviewfrommyfrenchkitchen]

Orzo risotto with spinach

Orzo risotto with spinach

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#. French lifestyle #cooking #food #France #lunch #myfrenchkitchen #orzo #pasta #risotto #ronell van wyk #spinach #Vegetables

[massejasse]

Just bought this beautiful painting by Ronel Roberts https://www.instagram.com/rorokonst/

#roroart #rorokonst #artwork #sweden #south africa #gorgeous women #vittsjö hässleholm #artist #roberts #ronel #Ronel Roberts

[vespirita]

1003 - Um Novo Olhar para Vida com Ronel Barbosa

Olá caro(a) Vivenciano(a) e leitor(a) do nosso site, Paz e Alegria no seu coração. Neste programa tratamos o tema “Um Novo Olhar para Vida”, com o(as) convidado(as): Ronel Alvares Barbosa é comunicador espírita, escritor e fundador da Caravana Francisco de Assis em São Paulo-SP. 👉INSCREVA-SE EM NOSSO CANAL📺 Clique aqui para se inscrever✔ DEIXE SEU LIKE✔ E ative o 🔔 para não perder os nossos…

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#Ronel Barbosa #Um Novo Olhar para Vida