#master chubb

[eccevenitvulpes]

parent-teacher conferences for Halt, coming to see Will's and Gilan's teachers and Principal Duncan and Dr. Malcolm who teaches chemistry and Professor Dulacy who teaches English and Coach Rodney the gym teacher and Mr. Chubb the home ec teacher and

and ex-school board member Morgarath is there to see Foldar's teachers too and

@peapodsinspace PLEASE

[rohirric-hunter]

No see results option because I'm out of options

[forgedroyalseal]

Life a bit to the left

Chapter Eight

Halt arrived at the rundown cabin just after sunrise. It was early, but Halt had already learned that Will rose with the sun. Which was good. Rangers rarely, if ever, had the opportunity to sleep in. So at least that wouldn’t be something Halt would have to teach him.

He strode up the treacherous steps and across the sagging porch. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat out of place. He was accustomed to observing this house from a distance, quiet and unseen. Now, he was knocking on the door plain as day.

The door swung open with a creek and a disheveled Will appeared before him. His hair was a matted mess and the bruises that colored his face were even deeper and darker than they had been yesterday. Here in his doorway, clothes sleep rumbled and feet bare, the boy looked impossibly young. A flicker of doubt in what he was about to do sparked in Halt, but then he remembered what the boy had already lived through. Young though he may be, Will wasn’t naive or childish. It wouldn’t do Will any good if Halt recanted the offer he was going to make. Will’s life would never be an easy one, would never be free of pain or fear. Halt was just offering an opportunity to walk away from a weary life spent in the work fields.

“Ranger! Um, hi. How can I help you?” Will tried to run his hand through the nest on his head, but it got caught in a tangle halfway through.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. Join me for a walk.” It wasn’t a question but Will still hesitated.

“I really shouldn’t leave my father right now sir. He had… a rough night.”

Halt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had no doubts about what kind of “rough night” Daniel Blackwood had. But Will was protective of his father, and Halt mocking him wouldn’t do anyone any good.

“Then how about we just chat out here.”

That seemed to be acceptable to Will and they both took a seat on the porch steps.

“How do you think yesterday went?” Halt asked.

Will shrugged, “I mean, I wasn’t expecting anything. I feel bad that Baron Arlad and all the craft masters wasted their time. But I really appreciated Master Chubb’s food. And Lady Pauline for offering on his behalf.”

“Why do you say it was a waste of our time?”

Will shot him a puzzled look. “Because it was. I haven’t got the strength, skill, or intelligence to be of any use to them. Hard, mindless labor is all I’m good for.”

The frank, unabashed way Will spoke so degradingly of himself pulled on heart strings Halt had believed had snapped many years ago. The boy thought so little of himself that he didn’t even know to be ashamed of it.

“That’s not what I’ve observed.” He said it casually, looking off into the distance, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Will swivel his body to face Halt.

“What do you mean? We only just met yesterday.”

“You met me yesterday, I’ve been noticing you for quite some time.”

Will’s shoulders tensed.

Understanding where the boy’s mind was going, Halt continued. “I met your mother, you know. Right after you were born. Your father was still away at war, but your mother offered me shelter and a meal. She died shortly after.” Halt told as much of the truth as he could bear. “When your father moved you to Redmont, I kept an eye on you. I was curious to see how you’d grow up. Your mother was a kind and special woman. And after fifteen years I think I’m a decent enough judge to say I see her in you.”

“You barely knew her. How can you say all this?” His voice was thick with emotion.

“I’m a ranger. We are good judges of character. It’s in the job description.”

Will sniffed. “So what? So what if I’m kind? Kindness doesn’t buy bread.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Halt agreed. “But you aren’t just kind. You are a hard worker. And observant. And brave. And those are pretty important qualities in a ranger.”

“A ranger? What-”

Done with beating around the bush, Halt interrupted the boy’s confusion and cut straight to the point. “I’d like you to be my apprentice Will.”

“Sir, I’m flattered, but,” Will shook his head, “I cannot accept.”

“Why? Got another job offer?” Halt raised an eyebrow.

“No, not at all. But, I’m not special.”

“We already went over the qualities I see in you. It’s gauche to fish for more compliments.”

“Oh, no! That’s not- I don’t-” Will scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to compose his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “Even if you are right about me, my father needs me. I can’t just leave him. He’d die without me.”

“First of all let’s get one thing straight, I am always right. Second, I live here in Redmont. Yes, it’s traditional for the apprentice to live with his mentor, but I’ve already spoken with the ranger commandant and he has approved for you to remain here, at your home, for the duration of your apprenticeship.” Halt hadn’t asked Crowley, but he was more of a “do now, ask later” kind of man.

“Really? That’s an option?” Hope glowed in Will’s eyes.

“Yes.” No, it wasn’t. Ranger life, even at an apprentice level, was a transient one. They typically stuck to their fief, but they were required to track trouble down, regardless of how far it took them. But in the early months of training, they wouldn’t need to go far, and Halt was banking on his ability to convince Will to have a life of his own, separate from the abuse of his father, by the time Will was ready to venture further than the forest surrounding the town.

“Well there, if that's the case,” a wide grin split across Will's face, joy oozing from it, despite how it pulled painfully at his injuries, “you’ve got yourself an apprentice.”

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 151: Big Kids and Tiny Cats

The family had lost one beloved pet but was gaining three toddlers as the infant cousins prepared to age up.

Tori and Toni came over to the house early for one final baby playdate before they all headed off to the indoor fun park to celebrate the birthdays.

While Peachy was busy in the kitchen crafting a special cake with love, Jack entertained the ladies, chatting with Tori about how she and Miguel were adjusting to life on the farm without Steven and Gabby and comparing notes with Toni about the joys of stay-at-home parenthood.

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Once the master chef was finished creating his latest delicious treat the group headed out.

The birthday parents had waited until the very last possible moment to age up their little ones and so now that task was first on the agenda. No one wanted to see their precious babies sad because their birthday had been “forgotten” while literally at their own birthday party!

One by one they did the honors, Jack and Luigi going last. He knew that his baby growing up was inevitable, but that didn’t mean he was ready!

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Peachy stood by apprehensively as little Luigi spun around in the air, both men relieved when he landed safely back in his Papa’s arms. Jack was sure the watcher would be pleased to keep the boy’s current hairdo when he saw the neon green streaks in his thick black locks.

Ignoring the three doses of infant spittle that had extinguished Peachy’s delicious confection everyone dug in happily. Jack and Peachy joined Fabian and his girlfriend at a table, congratulating the couple who were on the road to joining their friends in the land of parenthood in the very near future.

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After playing happily with Hunter, Olive and Fern in the enclosed play area for quite awhile Luigi snuck out when one of the adults opened the gate and toddled over to his big cousin Denton who he thought looked lonely standing all by himself in the corner.

Peachy’s sense of humor seemed to have rubbed off on his son. Upon aging up he discovered a strong interest in being silly himself and tried to make his cousin laugh by babbling out one of Dada’s funniest jokes. Denton apparently wasn’t a fan of his comedy, so much so that he hauled off and hit him!

The adults hadn’t seen what happened, but Jack heard his boy wailing and hurried over to scoop him up in a big hug. It was getting late anyway, and the men took that as their que to leave, wishing everyone goodbye before heading back home.

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As soon as they got back and got comfy Peachy told Jack there was one final gift he’d like to give Luigi. The house had no pet with Luna’s passing, Taz having gone with Paul and Nikita to the ranch when they moved. Peachy had arranged for a litter of kittens to come over so Luigi could pick one out.

Jack hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to “replace” his best girl. Peachy framing the adoption as giving their boy a furry playmate to grow up with helped the cat lover sidestep his reservations and dive eagerly into helping introduce the adorable tiny creatures to his own adorable tiny man.

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Knowing his husband Peachy had been fully prepared to end up with 3 new household members after their adoption evaluation, but one of the furballs surprised them all by taking an instant dislike to the cat lover!

The other 2 kittens seemed to get along well with everyone and so in the end the trio welcomed marmalade and Chubbs into their happy little home.

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Jack gave Peachy a thank you kiss for once again filling their house up with life and love before helping Luigi say goodnight to the kittens and get in bed.

Jack spun his son a fantastic tale about a very special little sim who was his Papa’s, and his Watcher’s, pride and joy. He might not be able to convince his husband of his special status, but he was determined to make sure their son, the next legacy heir, knew exactly who he was.

Luigi would know as much about the secrets of their world as his papa could tell him, and while Jack knew he might not believe everything he hoped that the facts he did accept would help him find his way and better navigate through the interesting life he was bound to lead.

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[hklnvgl]

I love getting to ask you about books because you've always got something interesting to talk about!

For the end-of-year book ask: 2, 3, 6, 15 & 18.

omg hiiii i love talking about books with you too! if you think about it it was books that first brought us together ✨

2. Did you reread anything? What?

i did reread volume 4 of mdzs twice before volume 5 came out because i didn't know what to do with myself while i waited. i meant to reread the letter by walter somerset maugham but never got around to it

3. What were your top five books of the year?

hmmm i usually make a list the last days of december but for now i'd say the layover by lacie waldon, the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov, the makioka sisters by tanizaki junichiro, the mercies by kiran millwood hargrave and of course dial a for aunties by jesse q sutanto. but i also loved here lived nefertiti by mary chubb and love for lydia by h e bates.

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

yes! tons! to live by yu hua has been sitting in my shelf for a year or so 🫣 last winter i wanted to read doctor zhivago but then i never did. and i bought it last month so i thought somewhere this month i'd fit it in but then i put a hold on war and peace in the library and it's coming next week so i guessed it'd be just too much russian lit all together so i'm waiting a bit on dr zhivago 😅

15. Did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year (Booker, Women’s Prize, National Book Award, Pulitzer, Hugo, etc.)? What did you think of them?

i have no idea let me check. i did read half of a yellow sun by chimamanda ngozi adichie, that won the women's prize in 2007, and absolutely loved it (though i had a hard time reading it!)

18. How many books did you buy?

omg too many! counting only physical copies because i've definitely bought lots of ebooks too: 28 i think, though a couple i might have bought in 2022? cant' remember 🙃

end of year book asks

[dorytoss]

update on chubbs

NSB MINT GEN COMPLETE

(can't put the last element but i got it)

complete chief of mischief aspiration complete elements collection  master mischief skill invent all inventions & max. upgrade them   invent all serums & test all of them

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 12.27

Beer Birthdays

Gerardus Johannes Mulder (1802)

Louis Pasteur (1822)

Rudolph Rhineboldt (1827)

John A. White (1839)

Philip Ackerman (1841)

Paul Kalmanovitz (1905)

Jean Van Roy (1967)

Rick Sellers (1977)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Maryam d'Abo; actor (1960)

Gerard Depardieu; French actor (1948)

Johannes Kepler; German astronomer (1571)

Louis Pasteur; scientist (1822)

Sarah Vowell; writer (1969)

Famous Birthdays

John Amos; actor (1939)

Jean Bartik; computer scientist and engineer (1924)

Karla Bonoff; pop singer (1951)

Terry Bozzio; rock drummer (1950)

Louis Bromfield; writer (1896)

Johannes Vodnianus Campanus; Czech poet, playwright(1572)

George Cayley; scientist, aerial navigator (1773)

Timothée Chalamet; French-American actor

Nick Chubb; football player[ (1995)

Chyna; wrestler & actress (1970)

Lily Cole; English model (1987)

Wilson Cruz; actor (1973)

Marlene Dietrich; German actor, singer (1901)

Jay Ellis; actor (1981)

Veronica Giuliani; Italian Capuchin mystic (1660)

Ian Gomez; actor (1964)

Sydney Greenstreet; actor (1879)

Hinton Helper; writer (1829)

François Hemsterhuis; Dutch philosopher (1721)

Mary Howard; English author (1907)

Mick Jones; rock guitarist (1944)

Eva LaRue; model and actress (1966)

Oscar Levant; pianist, composer (1906)

Mina Loy; British modernist poet and artist (1882)

William H. Masters; physician, sex researcher (1915)

Scotty Moore; guitarist and songwriter (1931)

Agnes Nixon; soap opera writer (1927)

Charles Olson; poet (1970)

Carson Palmer; football player (1979)

Hermann-Paul; French painter and illustrator (1864)

Mike Pinder; English rock keyboardist (1941)

Theresa Randle; actress (1964)

Cokie Roberts; television journalist (1943)

Teofil Rutka; Polish philosopher (1622)

Matt Slocum; rock guitarist (1972)

Erin E. Stead; illustrator (1982)

Willem van Otterloo; Dutch conductor and composer (1907)

Kristoffer Zegers; Dutch pianist and composer (1973)

Carl Zuckmayer; German author and playwright (1896)

[justabumatthepark]

Eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE

Euphoria

Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'

You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful

I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle

Fabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection

I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too

But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay

Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay

I ain't thinkin' about no reaper

Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play

Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?

Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight

I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"

He fakin' for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done

Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I'll park your son

The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way

I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes

Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage

I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay

It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage

I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh

It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh

I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

It's no accent you can sell me, huh

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly

I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T

You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me

He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet

We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women

And notice, I said "we, " it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'

How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?

How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?

I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough

You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one

Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from

V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

Remember?

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?

Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch

I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous

Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word "nigga, " but that's just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat

I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet

Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em

Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you

You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?

Hoe, what? You ain't like that record?

"Back To Back, " I like that record

I'ma get back to that, for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?

That's hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that

And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that

And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that

Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that

Ain't 20-v-1, it's 1-v-20 if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too

Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Hale Osteen

Funny, he was in a film called "AI"

And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him

I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin

Yeah, OV-hoe niggas is dick riders

Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence

What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast

And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three-hour time difference

Don't speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in the family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie

I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie

Tell me you're cheesin', fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas

I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm

Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you take it there, I'm takin' it further

Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do

Ooh

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more

Stop

[ulkaralakbarova]

A former basketball all-star, who has lost his wife and family foundation in a struggle with addiction, attempts to regain his soul and salvation by becoming the coach of a disparate ethnically mixed high school basketball team at his alma mater. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jack Cunningham: Ben Affleck Dan: Al Madrigal Beth: Michaela Watkins Angela: Janina Gavankar Doc: Glynn Turman Marcus Parrish: Melvin Gregg Brandon Durrett: Brandon Wilson Kenny Dawes: Will Ropp Sam Garcia: Fernando Luis Vega Chubbs Hendricks: Charles Lott, Jr. Bobby Freeze: Ben Irving Devon Childress: da’Vinchi Father Edward Devine: John Aylward Russ: T.K. Carter Diane: Rachael Carpani Kurt: Todd Stashwick Anne: Nancy Linehan Charles Gerry Norris: Dan Lauria Sal: Chris Bruno Coach Lombardo: Matthew Glave Matty (Bartender): Jeremy Ratchford Susan Norris: Jayne Taini Father Mark Whelan: Jeremy Radin Ryan: Nico David Sarah: Emelia Golfieri Sarah: Layla Golfieri Miguel: Sal Velez Jr. Sofia: Yeniffer Behrens Sully – Ref #2: Eric Tate Doctor: Christine Horn Construction Worker #1: Josh Latzer Construction Worker #2: Manny Streetz David: Justice Alan Liquor Store Owner: Jay Abdo Lead Referee: Joshua Hubbard Burly Man: James P. Harkins Employee: Mike G. Betty: April Adams Haley: Chieko Hidaka Student: Bronwen O’Connor Student: Charlotte Evelyn Williams Student: Kayla Diaz Trinity Coach: Doc Jacobs Gale: Marlene Forte Ken: Shay Roundtree Pat: Chad Mountain Summit Coach: Sandy Fletcher Opposing Coach: Noah Ballou Female Friend – Nancy: Cynthia Rose Hall Referee: Calvin Barber Fish Scale Operator: Dino Lauro Bishop Bench Player: Roman Mathis Bishop Bench Player: Herbert Morales Bishop Bench Player: Mateo Ortiz Bishop Bench Player: Tyler O’Malley Ethan (uncredited): Tom Archdeacon Basketball Player 7 (uncredited): Brian Nuesi Denise (uncredited): Edelyn Okano Cheerleader (uncredited): Carly Schneider Mike Ball Boy (uncredited): Caleb Thomas Eric (uncredited): Hayes MacArthur Basketball Player: Alexander Tassopoulos Birthday Party Guest (uncredited): Mason Blomberg Film Crew: Producer: Gavin O’Connor Producer: Jennifer Todd Producer: Gordon Gray Sound Mixer: Steven A. Morrow Producer: Ravi D. Mehta Set Decoration Buyer: Ellen Dorros Boom Operator: Craig Dollinger Utility Sound: Bryan Mendoza Art Direction: Bradley Rubin Costume Design: Cindy Evans Director of Photography: Eduard Grau Editor: David Rosenbloom Executive Producer: Brad Ingelsby Executive Producer: Mark Ciardi Unit Production Manager: Bob Dohrmann Executive Producer: Kevin McCormick Executive Producer: Aaron L. Gilbert Executive Producer: Jason Cloth Executive Producer: Kaitlyn Taaffe Cronholm Executive Producer: Madison Ainley Production Design: Keith P. Cunningham Casting: Wendy O’Brien Co-Producer: Brittany Hapner Original Music Composer: Rob Simonsen Music Supervisor: Gabe Hilfer Unit Production Manager: Victor Ho Second Assistant Director: Kevin Lum First Assistant Director: Jamie Marshall Visual Effects Supervisor: Bruce Jones Set Decoration: Douglas A. Mowat Set Designer: Paul Sonski Assistant Art Director: Linia Marie Hardy Assistant Art Director: Brittany Bradford Graphic Designer: Stephanie Charbonneau Graphic Designer: Andrew Campbell Art Department Coordinator: Michael LaCorte Leadman: Fred Haft Set Decoration Buyer: Jane Madden Stunt Coordinator: Tom McComas Stunts: Oliver Keller Stunts: Courtney Farnsworth Stunts: Allan Graf Stunts: Craigory Glen Hunter Stunts: Lauren Shaw Stunts: B R Lamar Stunts: David Rowden II Property Master: J.P. Jones Assistant Property Master: Rick Chavez Script Supervisor: Steve Gehrke “A” Camera Operator: Peter Rosenfeld Still Photographer: Richard Foreman Jr. “B” Camera Operator: Michael Merriman First Assistant “A” Camera: Stephen MacDougall Second Assistant “A” Camera: Jordan Pellegrini First Assistant “B” Camera: Jesse Cain Second Assistant “B” Camera: Seth A. Peschansky Digital Imaging Technician: Jesse Tyler Music Editor: Curt Sobel Assistant Editor: Anna Rottke First Assistant Editor: Joe Rosenbloom Soun...

[djmordecai]

Rare Formz - Brand New Funk (official music video)

beats & cuts by @DJMordecai 

lyrics & vocals by Chris Miller 

engineered by James Swisher 

Rare Formz lettering by Brad Bacon 

from 2015's @rareformz6905 Rare Formz - The Album https://rareformz.bandcamp.com/album/... 

a tribute to @djjazzyjeff  & The Fresh Prince ( @WillSmith ) - Brand New Funk 

as well as an homage to our hip-hop heroes. 

shoutout to @TheFoundationhiphop 

 LYRICS: 

Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) 

[Chris Miller - Verse 1] They want that old school rap back and cats want it ASAP so I'mma flip it on niggas, the track be the gym mat I’m at a high demand for rap fans I'm Outstanding like the Gap Band, check soundscans, More money than ever so ain't no margin for error and I've been eatin’ on MC’s since Tougher Than Leather and my peoples got my back, like Africans with Mandela. So you better put them glocks down like you were Heather ‘cause I get high like Dominique smokin’ the chronic leaf and I'm in and out the future like Quantum Leap Come follow me. I flow off old school beats just like Mahogany I'm so ‘90s with the gold chain and rockin’ wallabees I still gangsta boogie Kool G Rap my ass off get stomped out for pressin’ that fast forward Sucka MCs ain’t ready for fastball ‘cause my style intense like you takin’ that crash course 

[Chorus] my DJ [rock the beat] shout out to Marley Marl big ups to Chubb Rock Special Ed and Ice-T Monie Love and Geto Boys Schoolly D and Run-DMC   Spoonie Gee and Rob Base Nice & Smooth all day man. 

[Verse 2] I stayed criminal minded BDP first album, that was ‘87.I was up in project housin’ D.O.C. came with No One Could Do It Better. Then that Paid In Full album had a nigga wantin’ chedda. I freestyle in project hallways all day. Then Sir-Mix-A-Lot had that Posse On Broadway Flow like the incredible letter man. Red said, whateva, man. Big drove the caravan in Maryland. I was a student of the game when I learned from Kane before Meth I was bringin’ the pain like Memphis Bleek, I was comin’ of age I wanted to be Cool J when he walked on stage. He was King Hercules. He walked like a panther. Sun Rise In The East that Jeru Tha Damaja I reminisce like Pete Rock and CL peace to Melle Mel. Shante the illest female 

[Chorus] my DJ: (rock the beat) Shout out to De La Soul Craig G and Pete Nice Whodini, MC Shan Juice Crew, Ice Cube Shock G, Jungle Brothers Black Sheep and Latifah Peace shout to Nicki D 

[Verse 3] Whatchu know ‘bout Milk and Giz? And ain't nobody rock a party like Biz I want to dance like The Kangol Kid Scoob and Scrap Lover, Trouble T-Roy, even DJ Kool Herc even invented the b-boy. Take a look around like Master Ace, Public Enemy got me hype when they said they wanted “BASS!” Flavor Flav was the first hype man, I love British Knights, but really I was a Fila fan. Just somethin’ you wanna hear like Gang Starr and Premier with that flava in your ear. That Craig Mack that’s real Love MC Ren, but when Lyte dropped Paper Thin, cats like Drake wouldn'ta made it back then we had Prince Paul, Large Professor, big Daddy-O can't forget Kurtis Blow them word and real rap shows Parrish and Erick Sermon, Heavy D from Mount Vernon Joeski Love he even did the Pee-Wee Herman 

[Chorus] to my DJ: (rock the beat) shout out to Doug E. Fresh Dana Dane and Slick Rick the whole Get Fresh Crew Steady B, Kool Moe Dee Cold Crush Brothers and Busy Bee Prince Rakeem and UTFO Fat Boys and Chill Rob G. And we out. Yeah, can't forget my DJs, shout out to: DJ Kool Herc DJ Red Alert Paul C Jazzy Jeff Cash Money Grandmaster Flash Mr. Magic DJ Hollywood Jazzy Jay Eddie Cheeba DJ Charlie Chase DJ Chuck Chillout The Masterdon and DJ Davy DMX 

 fresh to death, man.

[ragingadhd]

Reblogging this again just to point out that the use of his last name implies that Will is stealing pies from Master Chubb well into his 20s

hi i was challenged to jrop a request (im no coward) so you should draw tug and abelard sharing an apple pie :)

please.

they got their pie… but at what cost

[eccevenitvulpes]

Yet more RA headcanons, part 4 I think?

Horace has a favorite training dummy. He named it Alda

Pauline likes to sketch, but rarely does

Berrigan is the undisputed marshmallow roasting champion of the Corps

Master Chubb's ladle is an heirloom and his will stipulates that Jenny is to inherit it

[forgedroyalseal]

Life a bit to the left

Chapter Seven:

TW: mentions of vomit and urine

Will was sent from Castle Redmont with a loaf of bread, several links of dried sausage, and the largest grin he’s ever worn. For all of Master Chubb’s grumbling, cooking is clearly the man’s calling. And like any cook, he delighted in seeing Will inhale his food with vigor. The man provided more and more food until Will’s belly was aching and he had to turn down a fourth helping, something he never imagined having to do. But Chubb had apparently taken something of a shine to Will and his appetite, and wrapped up some for Will to bring back home. Will was grateful for the parcel of food, because with each bite he took, there had been a bitter aftertaste of guilt. His father wasn’t living any better than he was. He was no doubt just as hungry, he just didn’t moan about it like Will did. On his walk back, Will vowed to himself that the food he was carrying would be reserved for his father. He wouldn’t touch it, no matter how much his stomach begged for it. He would prove that he wasn’t completely selfish. He’d prove he could be a good son.

As he approached the little cabin, he saw a figure slumped over on the porch. He sighed in relief and picked up his pace. He hadn’t forgotten that his father had been missing this morning when he left, and was glad to see that his father had managed to find his way back home.

“Dad!” He called out. The man didn’t stir. When Will made it up the two crooked steps, he finally got a clear look at his father. His normally disheveled appearance was even worse. Vomit and urine soaked his clothes. His shoes had disappeared and his feet were caked in dried mud. Will looked down at the man and he felt as though he was looking at a stranger. This mess of a man wasn’t his father. It couldn’t be. His father wasn’t this disgusting person drenched in their own filth. Will couldn’t be part of this man, share half of his blood with him.

But he did. He could still see the evidence if he squinted. He saw it in the cut of his jaw. In the chocolate mass of hair that hadn’t been cut in ages. And if those eyes didn’t droop so heavily from liquor, he’d see his own dark eyes staring back at him. Physically, there was no denying this man was in fact his father. And as his son, he was Will’s responsibility.

“Ok dad. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Will squatted down and heaved his father over his shoulders. He nearly toppled over from the weight, but he managed to stay relatively upright as he hobbled around to the back of the house to the rain barrel and washtub. With each step Will could feel his father’s sweat, vomit, and urine bleeding into his own clothes. The smell was enough to roll his stomach and Will fought to keep his lunch down. The rich meal had been a once in a lifetime experience for Will and he refused to lose it before it could be digested.

He let his father fall into the tub and rolled his aching shoulders back, before working on removing his father’s soiled clothes. With the state they were in, they should just be tossed, or better yet, burned, but Will was out of a job and didn’t know when or how he'd find a new one, so once he was finished cleaning his father up, he’d have to find a way to clean his shirt and trousers as well. As for the missing shoes, Will hadn’t a clue how he’d find the funds to replace them.

He talked his way through washing his dad, letting him know beforehand everything he was doing to avoid spooking him. The entire time, his father remained silent, his eyes dark, empty wells. Will wrapped him in a ragged bath sheet and guided him into the house. Thankfully the bath had sobered him up enough that he was able to carry at least some of his own weight. Will laid him on his bed and pulled the quilt up to his chest. Remembering the food Master Chubb had packed for him, Will tore off a small chunk of bread and gave it to his father, who immediately began nibbling at it.

“Try to keep it down dad, it’s too good to waste.” Will whispered. He sat beside him until the sky outside the window was a flaming orange. His father had nodded off every now and then throughout the afternoon, but for the most part remained in his usual semi conscious state.

Once Will was convinced his father was probably past the point of being at risk of choking on his own vomit, he said, “I’m going to go try to wash out your clothes. Please stay put.” Will could hear the weariness in his own voice, heavy and empty. He thought of how different it sounded in comparison to the baron’s wards, who had sounded so young and confident. Will just sounded defeated.

He stood, his knees popping after spending so long kneeling on the rough wooden floorboards. As he turned away, he felt a hand wrapped around his wrist. But rather than the usual bruising grip that he had come to associate with his father’s touch, it was gentle, almost hesitant. Will looked down at his father, and was shocked to find tears running slowly down his scruffy cheeks.

“Dad?”

“Tan-k oo.” The words came out slurred and stuttered, but the message was still clear.

A lump formed in Will’s throat as he thickly said, “Of course. I love you dad. I will always take care of you.”

“Ovu oo too.”

The hand retreated back under the blankets as fast as it had appeared, and the blank look returned to his father’s eyes. If the moment hadn’t already etched itself into Will’s mind and heart, he would have thought he had imagined it. But he didn’t. Will swallowed and wiped at his watery eyes before leaving the room.

As he scrubbed at the filthy clothes outside, Will promised himself that he’d remember today. He’d remember that his father is still there. That somewhere, buried beneath the hard layers of grief and fear and paranoia, his father was still alive. It had been ages since Will had gotten a glimpse of him, so long in fact, that Will had found himself doubting his existence. But today he got proof. And he just had to hold on to that moment when times got tough. His father was still with him and he loved Will. He appreciated him. Bread and sausages were great, but those few, nearly unintelligible words from his father would sustain him long after he had forgotten the taste of Chubb’s meal.

[reine-du-sourire]

I have this headcanon that Halt is the only person who Jenny shares her famous chocolate-chip cookie recipe with

Master Chubb is incensed but also secretly extremely proud

I have headcanon that Halt and Jenny would actually get along really well and be good friends. I know they haven't really had any interactions, and the closest thing to it was that scene in the resturant in KoC. But they are one hundred percent friends and you cannot change my mind on that.

Jenny seems like such a good person to talk to.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 12.27

Beer Birthdays

Gerardus Johannes Mulder (1802)

Louis Pasteur (1822)

Rudolph Rhineboldt (1827)

John A. White (1839)

Philip Ackerman (1841)

Paul Kalmanovitz (1905)

Jean Van Roy (1967)

Rick Sellers (1977)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Maryam d'Abo; actor (1960)

Gerard Depardieu; French actor (1948)

Johannes Kepler; German astronomer (1571)

Louis Pasteur; scientist (1822)

Sarah Vowell; writer (1969)

Famous Birthdays

John Amos; actor (1939)

Jean Bartik; computer scientist and engineer (1924)

Karla Bonoff; pop singer (1951)

Terry Bozzio; rock drummer (1950)

Louis Bromfield; writer (1896)

Johannes Vodnianus Campanus; Czech poet, playwright(1572)

George Cayley; scientist, aerial navigator (1773)

Timothée Chalamet; French-American actor

Nick Chubb; football player[ (1995)

Chyna; wrestler & actress (1970)

Lily Cole; English model (1987)

Wilson Cruz; actor (1973)

Marlene Dietrich; German actor, singer (1901)

Jay Ellis; actor (1981)

Veronica Giuliani; Italian Capuchin mystic (1660)

Ian Gomez; actor (1964)

Sydney Greenstreet; actor (1879)

Hinton Helper; writer (1829)

François Hemsterhuis; Dutch philosopher (1721)

Mary Howard; English author (1907)

Mick Jones; rock guitarist (1944)

Eva LaRue; model and actress (1966)

Oscar Levant; pianist, composer (1906)

Mina Loy; British modernist poet and artist (1882)

William H. Masters; physician, sex researcher (1915)

Scotty Moore; guitarist and songwriter (1931)

Agnes Nixon; soap opera writer (1927)

Charles Olson; poet (1970)

Carson Palmer; football player (1979)

Hermann-Paul; French painter and illustrator (1864)

Mike Pinder; English rock keyboardist (1941)

Theresa Randle; actress (1964)

Cokie Roberts; television journalist (1943)

Teofil Rutka; Polish philosopher (1622)

Matt Slocum; rock guitarist (1972)

Erin E. Stead; illustrator (1982)

Willem van Otterloo; Dutch conductor and composer (1907)

Kristoffer Zegers; Dutch pianist and composer (1973)

Carl Zuckmayer; German author and playwright (1896)