#perron house

[here-lies-beetlejuice]

The Conjuring (2013)

The Old Arnold Estate, located in Harrisville, R.I., is an authentic colonial home, circa 1736. Its paranormal past runs deep, as far back as the 1700’s housing spirits and a series of tragedies.

The paranormal phenomena was made famous by The Conjuring movie in 2013, a story based on the infamous acts of Bathsheba Sherman, believed to be a witch. She was accused of murdering a baby using a sewing needle and, after her death, her malevolent spirit supposedly haunted the house.

[laulo821]

she's everything. and he's just john

lesbians would LOVE those two. for different reasons

anyways mabel is inspired by someone saying "draw your characters w a bra in a nonsexual way" and john's sleepyhead attire is this from @outfits4urblorbo. thanks again for the inspo!!

[argocitycosplay]

House of Darkness House of Light

I excitedly grabbed House of Darkness House of Light as soon as I saw it. It’s the only copy I’ve ever seen at a dollar tree and I have to admit, my curiosity was overwhelming. See, I know what this is. I read Andrea Perron’s book. Actually books, there’s three of them These books, House of Darkness House of Light volumes one, two and three, self published by Perron are the story that would later…

[edgessunflower]

Sacrifice

Pairing: Lorraine Warren x Fem reader

Description: You put yourself in danger and end up hurt to save Lorraine and Ed

You knew something wasn't right as you looked around for April while Drew stayed in Brad's cop car with Christine as brad, Ed, Roger, and Lorraine kept Carolyn in the basement originally waiting for Father Gordon to arrive and do the exorcism but things grew dire leading to ed having to jump in and do the exorcism instead. "April! April where are you!?" you ran around everywhere looking for april knowing that if she was near carolyn at this point that Bathsheba would force carolyn to kill april as she had already done herself and possessed another woman to do before which only drove you to find april even more as you yelled and frantically ran back downstairs searching the kitchen as you heard small cries, you listened realizing it was from the floor leading to you opening the floor open with a crowbar where you found april underneath the floor as you reached for her tearing the floor open more before picking her up right as caroyln came making april scream as you immediately lifted April out and fell in the hole to prevent bathsheba from getting to her as everyone else tried to stop her. You yelled as you grabbed onto carolyn and held onto her tightly as she tried to climb through the hole where drew ran in and grabbed april as ed yelled out to you but you weren't letting go determined to protect april at all costs as caroyln finally yanked you up as rammed you into the ground before ed jumped in and lorraine as well which made your heart sink as you heard lorraine scream before you saw red running and ramming carolyn in the wall and pinning her there as lorraine called out to carolyn everyone telling her to fight as ed finished the exorcism and banished bathsheba leading to you almost collapsing, you teared up seeing the Perron family all together holding onto each other before you were taken to the hospital where you got stitches on the back of your head and found out that you had a concussion. You fell asleep after answering the basic questions the nurse asked you to be sure that your concussion was severe enough for you to be monitored more than a few hours or a day at the most which luckily you would only need to be monitored for the next four hours, you woke up an hour later only to see lorraine beside you learning that ed had went back to his house where he put the music box from the house in the room where things from every case was collected which you truly thought was not the best thing to do but somehow nothing had happened zoning into your thoughts until you heard lorraine speak softly and her words made your heart shatter and your eyes widen as she looked at you with an emotional and fearful expression which made you feel guilty for what you had done, "You're not a sacrifice...you're someone I care about deeply and if I lose you I don't know what I would do..." you opened your mouth to speak but your voice cracked and tears formed in your eyes out of guilt knowing you had caused her along with drew and ed worry even if you weren't trying to and had reasons for your actions. You looked down at your lap not knowing anything to say in this moment before lorraine held you in her arms relieved that you were okay that calmed the immense fear and worry that ran through her when she had seen you get thrown to the ground and collapse after the exorcism leading to ed having to carefully drag then carry you out of the house to the ambulance even with you being awake you definitely weren't in the real time and world during that moment with how dazed you were and your eyes almost glazed over, "I'm sorry..." lorraine immediately shook her head shushing you softly as she held you until you were back asleep again after repeating yourself from the questions the nurse asked before.

[disturbingstar]

The Conjuring universe

The Conjuring (2013)

In 1970, paranormal investigators and demonologists Lorraine and Ed Warren are summoned to the home of Carolyn and Roger Perron. The Perrons and their five daughters have recently moved into a secluded farmhouse, where a supernatural presence has made itself known. Though the manifestations are relatively benign at first, events soon escalate in horrifying fashion, especially after the Warrens discover the house's macabre history.

The Conjuring 2 (2016)

In 1977, paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren come out of a self-imposed sabbatical to travel to Enfield, a borough in north London. There, they meet Peggy Hodgson, an overwhelmed single mother of four who tells the couple that something evil is in her home. Ed and Lorraine believe her story when the youngest daughter starts to show signs of demonic possession. As the Warrens try to help the besieged girl, they become the next targets of the malicious spirit.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It (2021)

Paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren take on one of the most sensational cases of their careers after a cop stumbles upon a dazed and bloodied young man walking down the road. Accused of murder, the suspect claims demonic possession as his defense, forcing the Warrens into a supernatural inquiry unlike anything they've ever seen before.

Annabelle (2014)

John Form thinks he's found the perfect gift for his expectant wife, Mia: a vintage doll in a beautiful white dress. However, the couple's delight doesn't last long: One terrible night, devil worshippers invade their home and launch a violent attack against the couple. When the cultists try to summon a demon, they smear a bloody rune on the nursery wall and drip blood on Mia's doll, thereby turning the former object of beauty into a conduit for ultimate evil.

Annabelle: Creation (2017)

Former toy maker Sam Mullins and his wife, Esther, are happy to welcome a nun and six orphaned girls into their California farmhouse. Years earlier, the couple's 7-year-old daughter Annabelle died in a tragic car accident. Terror soon strikes when one child sneaks into a forbidden room and finds a seemingly innocent doll that appears to have a life of its own.

Annabelle comes home (2019)

Determined to keep Annabelle from wreaking more havoc, paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren lock the possessed doll in the artifacts room in their house. But when the doll awakens the room's evil spirits, it soon becomes an unholy night of terror for the couple's 10-year-old daughter, her friends and their young baby sitter.

The Nun (2018)

When a young nun at a cloistered abbey in Romania takes her own life, a priest with a haunted past and a novitiate on the threshold of her final vows are sent by the Vatican to investigate. Together, they uncover the order's unholy secret. Risking not only their lives but their faith and their very souls, they confront a malevolent force in the form of a demonic nun.

The Nun 2 (2023)

In 1956 France, a priest is murdered, and it seems an evil is spreading. Sister Irene once again comes face to face with a demonic force

The Curse of La Llorona (2019)

In 1970s Los Angeles, the legendary ghost La Llorona is stalking the night -- and the children. Ignoring the eerie warning of a troubled mother, a social worker and her own kids are drawn into a frightening supernatural realm. Their only hope of surviving La Llorona's deadly wrath is a disillusioned priest who practices mysticism to keep evil at bay.

[pagan-stitches]

I originally made this sampler as a part of my May Eve collection but ended up gifting it to a niece as a house warming gift. I don’t remember where I found the patterns for the bird motifs.

Patterns: Lisbeth Perrone’s Folk Art in Needlepoint and Cross Stitch, 1978 (personal library)

The author charted these patterns from the textile collection at the Museum of International Folk Art in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

This lucky purchase at a library sale was my first introduction to folk embroidery and started a love affair that is now in its second decade.

[meingeist]

In The Happy House

on AO3

summary: a collection of star-crossed lovers' tales, from within Leto Atreides I's fief over Caladan; starting from his arranged concubinage with a certain Bene Gesserit witch.

pairing: Duke Leto/Jessica

word count: 2,7k

NO WARNINGS for this chapter. Ratings may very...

CHAPTER I: Twin Euclases

"We now reach the apex of our engineering. Ten millennia worth of careful intervention and politicking; the zenith of which you must now oversee. You ought to be faultless in such endeavour, girl. There is no room for shortcomings."

Jessica is a silken figure, a vision of black, postured straight with her hands joined on her lap, as she sits between two acolytes, charged with escorting her onto Caladanite soil. Before them, Gaius Helen Mohiam, monologuing on the subtleties of her mission. "You must only bear him daughters—the first of which you'll eventually wed to the Harkonnen dauphin. From their coupling shall be born the Kwisatz Haderach."

Gaius' sharp eyes pierce through the lace of her headpiece, as she blankly stares at Jessica. "I needn't explain further how imperative your success remains in the grand scheme of things, girl. You are to see to the prevalence of the groundwork that has been laid for you by generations of foremothering missionaries. In your hands now lie the efforts of your peers, and the vanity of their sacrifice. Failure is inadmissible."

Jessica wilts slightly under the weight of the Mother Reverend's glare. With a bow of her head, she replies, "I exist to serve. I won't disappoint."

At her response, Jessica hears the faint exhale, shaped as a smile, crossing the lips of her seated neighbour, whose eyes hadn't shifted from looking forward. Almost an augury of pride, a token of belongingness. Jessica internally grasps for the memory of that barely perceptible smile, and shelters it close to her heart, as if it could generate strength from the silent support of her overseers.

She reckons the Sisterhood fiercely believes in her. She wouldn't be in her current position, with the future of her Order at the mercy of her will, had it been any other way. They trust her sense of duty, and her unwavering discipline, as well as the boundless potential she cultivates for their gains; let that be support enough for the road ahead. And while she would sooner admit that her teachers steer the next generations with an iron fist, an adamantine armor in the stead of flesh, hardly ever showing any care for her beyond her training, Jessica remains a growing cub within the lion's den, and these women's validation is at the belly of the champion she's been groomed into. Without it, she feels at war with herself. Her conditioning runs just that deep.

As Gaius glosses over the upcoming ceremonials—which Jessica would rather call hand-offs, the latter allows herself a brief moment of distraction, as Caladan's expansive flora grows into view from the window of their heighliner. She discreetly admires the planet's ecology, and natural attributes. Through the thick bush of trees furnishing the forests, Jessica witnesses the vastness of this foreign ecosystem. Rich in music, she bets, from the native fauna coexisting within their natural courses; from little winged creatures singing, perhaps, or the deep growls of furry, tailed beasts; she ignores. She hadn't been made aware of the location of her assignment until they boarded, and flew off the Chapterhouse. Caladan is as foreign as it can get.

She anticipates the wobbling shift from the ecological footprint and climate of Wallach IX—her motherland. Already, she can tell this planet is nothing like where she comes from. Through her window, she notices the lush, flourishing soil. She blinks in slight awe at the dexterous culture of masonry of this House Major, coming into view, and how concordant their architectural establishments are with the nature that surrounds it.

Their landscapes are incredibly biophilic, with concrete perron stairways crossing the ranges of mountains along the capital. It was a sight. Caladan was an organic amalgam of rich pine green, concrete gray, and a sea of blue, from the cloudy heavens, down to the colossal ocean. And among the many uncertainties Jessica could account for, she secretly hopes she'll get to witness such grandor from up close. Maybe dip her foot into the waves crashing against the shore, or perhaps explore the diverse flora—there may even be gardens, if she's—

"Jessica."

At once, the trance is broken, and Jessica spins towards the Reverend Mother, a tad apprehensive at being summoned into focus—something that hadn't happened in a while. Fortunately, her sharp senses had caught onto bits of Gaius' speech. "Yes, Reverend Mother. I shall look into his weaknesses as soon as we familiarize."

She catches inaudible sneers from the neighbours at each her sides; they probably think her youth justifies those small drawbacks. Not nearly enough to disturb the course of her mission, and her implacable drive. Gaius, on the other hand, isn't as merciful, and sends Jessica a stony glower. "Focus. Never less."

Promptly, the young girl lowers her gaze. "Understood, Mother Reverend."

"You're overlooking Caladan;” Gaius notices, as she turns to look out the cabin's window, "you'll acclimatize soon enough." A smirk draws at her lips from under her headdress. "Fascinating planet…With an unshakable fiefdom, which you must somehow helm your way. Our Way. Whatever it takes. Complete servitude, to fully seize his character. Every parameter, whether that be of your environment, or the Duke, must be thoroughly assimilated. Total apprehension of the Council, and the Small Council. No room for surprise; absolute awareness. And of course, full protection of the other party. A knife, moving in the shadows, never to be caught red-handed, to assure the survival of the Atreides Siridar Fief."

As clear as crystal, Jessica thinks, as she raises her joined hands. "The assignment will be settled to the letter."

"I should hope so, Jessica." Another hard look, to go with the fluent, ironclad timbre. "It is no small task. It is…at the very crux of Our Order. That is why you must recall to never stray from Our Way, to never dim your hardlearned discipline. To not fail Our teaching."

At her words, Jessica could almost feel the weight of the heavens being clasped off Atlas's shoulders, just to be topped onto her own. The apprehension clawed at her stomach, but she would preferably throw herself off the shuttle than let fear dominate her, even if only a little—even less in the presence of Fearlessness, made women, standing before her, or sitting at her sides. "I won't betray Our faith, Reverend Mother. Nor will I come short of yours, in regards to my calling. My performance will be spotless."

The priestess's wrinkled stare skims over her figure rigorously, as if for the penultimate time, before she tips her chin softly, once, and acquiesces. “Good.” Then, she turns away, as double doors slide open, revealing other quarters within the sizeable shuttle. Two different Sisters yet appear, stepping in to stand next to Gaius, as the latter prepares to take her leave.

Jessica reckons time has run out. She disquiets internally at her neighbours swiftly covering up, fixing their veils so as to become faceless silhouettes of black guipure. Their landing is imminent, and so, this is as far her path will cross with that of the Sisterhood, for now. “Good luck, Jessica.” Gaius sends her a last look, a hint of a smile, “I have trained you and equipped you to become an exceptional agent of Change. I trust my mentorship will bear many fruits—one of which will ensure the dawn of the Golden Path. Farewell, girl; until we meet again.”

And we will, Jessica swears, is the part left unspoken. But she has no time to consider the matter; for now; their pilot announces the landing at Castle Caladan.

+

Leto is a small ball of nerves, clad in a formal suit—hemmed blood red, to match the colours of his sigils. He's not an easily shaken man; the weight of his Dukedom is credential enough. He's answered his call, and has shown wisedom, extensive skill, and acute proficiency in ruling over his inherited powerhouse. The Red Duke is knowingly appraised across the galaxies for his input in the political game; even by the Emperor—and that, he knows, is a double-edged sword, but even moreso, by the Landsraad. And it is no mince affair, to be put on a pedestal by this faction of powerful men; it may as well be the weight of the heavens clasped off Atlas's shoulders, to be topped onto his own.

But he's found his way to it; he now moderates a respectable, level-headed council, seated amongst trusted, well-seasoned agents. He commands an elite military, full with dexterous fighters. His agro-industrial complex is bountiful across fields—from aquiculture to forestry, and animal husbandry, and the substantial demand for exported goods substitutes in funding for Caladan’s renowned horticulture, and biophilic cityscapes. His people are free from the burden of a military complex, and are communally generative towards the prosperity of their planet. Each of these viewpoints imperative to the prevalence of Caladan, yet indeed met with his drive and effectiveness.

So, yes; ever since his funeral ascension, Leto has indeed been up to the par—and some. And as far as he knows, such was the case for every Atreidae who came before him, up until Agamemnon, and Tantalus himself, who founded the House of Atreus. Therefore, he's not exactly exceptional, in the grand scheme of things. But he's up to the task, he is, and that must count for something—can only be a good augury for the future.

Leto fixes his collar, and sends a look up into the mirror. His dark hair is dressed, curling at his nape, and his beard is freshly trimmed. He's buttoned and zipped into of his many ceremonial sets, which he seldom wears as he spends his days either in his military uniform, or his semi-formal suit. An appropriate grooming was required for the events of today.

After the morning conclave, which had to be exceptionally shortened, it was time to receive precious cargo—as precious as terribly dangerous. The contract of Bene Gesserit concubinage was, according to his Mentat, an advantageous affair. Whereas Leto won't even entertain the whole “safe outlet for sex” aspect of things, he understands how his remaining unmarried, within his position and merits, is a bone to swing in the spatio-political dance. Such prospect of social climbing keeps even the greatest Houses on their toes, humbled and acquiescent.

Therefore, to keep his virtues desirable to the ficklest spirits, the duke is tossed a concubine, to channel his worst impulses out on. Some servile, pleasing flowerpot, with—no doubt—her own agenda to uphold, and unfold. His unfamiliarity with the Sisterhood is at the root of his apprehension—it feels like he is welcoming in some unstoppable catalyst. Nonetheless, he does not cede under mere uncertainty. No; he is going to face the bull and seize it by its horns. While that has gotten his father slain in the literal sense, Leto being a wiser, more prudent man does shelter him from certain kinds of danger. This kind, he wonders yet.

The kind which resembles a midnight shadow, as her silken, windswept figure makes its way off the spacecraft. The Caladanite sun shines over the harbor, where the landing area is located, where the Order’s ship yet awaits to take off. They are surrounded by a range of mountains, furnished with greenery, through which the rays pierce, sliding over the luster of the fine fabrics she is draped in.

As she moves forward, charged with a pair of senior acolytes, who diligently keep their distance, Leto notices Thufir Hawat—his Mentat, stepping to the front of the rostrum. He plasters on a smile, as the sable vision approaches. She stops at the bottom of the perron, as Thufir salutes her with a small bow, from the middle of it.

“House Atreides is gladdened to receive the Sisterhood.” The glib introduction resounds through the harbor, as the faceless acolytes acknowledge the Mentat from a distance, with an almost imperceptible nod. “Welcome to Caladan. I reckon it is a long way from Chapterhouse; we do hope you are well accommodated for the voyage.”

“It is our honour, Thufir Hawat, Siridar Duke Atreides.” Leto’s eyes shift to the dark silhouette of an elder, speaking from beyond a wall of black lace, as the escorting pair proceed in a slow curtsy. “We would hope you'd equally reckon that the pain is more than justified, for we bring you today the object of our agreement.”

All eyes turn to the heap of sumptuous fabrics which stands before the duke. “Justified indeed.” Thufir closures with a tight smile.

Leto peers at the silent figure, trying to catch a glimpse of human features from under her veil; a pale cheek, a frowning brow, a full lip—anything would do at this point to free him from his restlessness. He is unsuccessful in such endeavour, though right on time to consider making the first step toward introductions.

“Welcome to Caladan, my Lady.” The duke addresses her, finally deciding to move from his heightened position. As he walks down the few stairs, he catches her trying to step back and maintain the distance between them; it brings him to an abrupt stop. “I am Leto, the head of the Atreides dukedom, as well as the fief of Caladan. I expect the trip has been pleasant thus far?”

He is unusually met with silence; yet, with the graceful swipe of her nimble limbs, Leto watches her suddenly pull the veil off her face, though it remains pinned into her hair, and now cascades down her back instead. The vision of her now shifts to another layer, and Leto’s eyes meet with the iciest twain of blue. A pair of bottomless glaciers stare back at him, and unfathomably, he cannot seem to free himself from their grasp; cannot seem to break this fragile first contact, nor does he care to, he realizes, bewitched.

Far too quickly, the twin Euclases lower, disappearing beyond fanning lashes, and soon, the top of an austere hairdo replaces the sight, as the girl before him curtsies in turn. A girl, really; from glancing at the elfin features lying on her milky skin, he could not imagine she'd be older than her late teens. He certainly ought to have overviewed this deal more painstakingly—

“The trip was quite comfortable, thank you, Your Grace.” The blunt timbre of her voice echoes swiftly into his ear. “My name is Jessica. It is an honour to meet you.”

Leto attempts another step forward, actively looking for any sign of protest—he perceives none. Once he's close enough, he slowly reaches for her hand. Their fingers touch, and she starts faintly, looking down. He could tell from the shifty eyes, and the plain tension in her body language, that she was holding her breath. He decides to end her supplice and brings her delicate fingers to his lips, sealing a warm kiss against the frost of them. “The honour is mine, my Lady.”

He sees her quickly school her features, as he carefully withdraws. Her eyes avert towards the Mentat, as if she's just processed her surroundings. “It is also a privilege, Thufir Hawat, to come upon the cornerstone of such a prestigious rule. The duke assuredly keeps a gifted elite.”

Leto arches a brow at the shift in conversation; though it isn't lost on him that his Mentat may very well be as cosmically renowned as every Atreidae for which he has been a Right Hand. He watches Thufir nod—nearly enthusiastically, as he crosses his hands behind his back. “It is the ambition of every great Mentat but to serve great Princes.”

The girl—Jessica—blinks at the plaudit, before she turns back to Leto. “I do not doubt the greatness of either.”

When their eyes lock, he finds himself once again vacuumed into the depths of the twin Euclases staring back at him, and he reads in them a stoicism he's yet to encounter beneath such fluttering lashes. Such disarming, fluttering lashes…And such prettiness to her; in her pale cheek, her frowning brow, her full lips. For a second, the sight of her takes his breath away, and he has to blink it off, breaking the contact. “I believe as soon as we are over with the remaining formalities, you're due for a visit of our grounds, then some rest, my Lady.”

Looking away, she exhales softly, and he catches her looking back at her elders, from the corner of her eye. Finally, at his relief, she aquiesces. “As you wish, my Duke."

[la-femme-au-collier-vert]

From the Library of Anne Rice (Part 2)

Cherubs Angels of Love.  Boston: Little, Brown, & Company, 1994. Inscribed. 

Horst His Work and His World.  New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1984. With a note. 

Arroyo, Raymond. The Spider Who Saved Christmas.  Sophia Institute Press, 2020. Inscribed. 

Chester, Laura. Free Rein. Providence: Burning Deck, 1988. Ownership Signature. Inscribed. 

Frankel, Ellen. The Illustrated Hebrew Bible. New York: Steward, Tabori, & Chang. 

Hendrick, Susan & Vilma Machette. World Colors Dolls & Dress.  Grantville, Maryland: Hobby House Press, 1997. Inscribed.

Kepler, Lars.  The Sandman.  New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2018. With a note. 

Laughlin, Clarence John. Ghost Along the Mississippi. New York: Bonanza Books, 1961.  

Link, Luther. The Devil Mask without a Face.  Reaktion Books, 1995. With a note. 

Lopez, George R. and Perron Andrea. In a Flicker.  AuthorHouse, 2015. Inscribed. 

Nelson, Robert S. and Kristen M. Collins.  Holy Image and Hallowed Ground Icons from Sinai.  Los Angeles, J. Paul Getty Museum, 2007. Inscribed. 

Pearson, Dave. Byzantium and Beyond. The Dave Pearson Trust, 2012. With a note. 

Riesem, Richard O.  Mount Hope.  Landmark Society of Western New York, 1995. Inscribed.

Penny, Louise. The Nature of the Beast. New York: Minotaur Books, 2015. Signed and inscribed by Penny to Anne Rice.

Penny, Louise. A Great Reckoning. New York: Minotaur Books, 2016. With Anne Rice ownership signature and inscription.

Penny, Louise. Glass Houses. New York: Minotaur Books, 2017. Advance reading copy. Signed and inscribed by Penny to Anne Rice.

Penny, Louise, Kingdom of the Blind. New York: Minotaur Books, 2018. First edition, signed and inscribed by Penny to Anne Rice.

Penny, Louise.  A Better Man. New York: Minotaur Books, 2019. Signed and inscribed by Penny to Anne Rice.

Cazeau, Jean-Louis and Rick Knowlton. A World of Chess. Jefferson, NC: McFarland and Company, 2017. Inscribed by Knowlton to Anne Rice on the half-title: "You have given me many hours of pleasure with your vampire series! May you enjoy this peculiar corner of world culture I have been exploring...."

Brown, Nancy Marie. Ivory Vikings: The Mystery of the Most Famous Chessmen in the World and the Woman Who Made them. New York: St. Martin's Press, 2015. With Anne Rice ownership signature and annotations in red ink throughout.

Chernev, Irving and Kenneth Harkness. An Invitation to Chess. New York: Fireside Book, 1985. Minor annotations in red ink by Anne Rice throughout.

Ackroyd, Peter. Dickens. [New York]: HarperCollins Publisher, 1990.

Ackroyd, Peter. Dickens. [New York]: HarperCollins Publisher, 1990.

Bloom, Harold, editor. Charles Dickens. New York, Philadelphia: Chelsea House Publishers, 1987.

Cotsell, Michael. Critical Essays on Charles Dickens's 'Great Expectations'. Boston, Massachusetts: G.K. Hall & Co., 1990.

Dickens, Charles. A Christmas Carol. New York, London: W.W. Norton & Company, 2017. Gift inscription on the flyleaf. 

Dickens, Charles. American Notes. Mineola, New York: Dover Publication Inc., 2017.

Dickens, Charles. Bleak House. New York: Everyman's Library, 1991.

Dickens, Charles. Great Expectations. New York: Barnes & Nobles Classics, 2004.

Dickens, Charles. Great Expectations. New York: Everyman's Library, 1992.

Dickens, Charles. Great Expectations. Norwalk, Connecticut: The Easton Press, 1979.

Dickens, Charles. Hard Times. [New York]: Penguin Classics, 2011.

Dickens, Charles. Little Dorrit. New York: Everyman's Library, 1992.

Dickens, Charles. Nicholas Nickleby. New York: George Routledge and Sons, [1880].

Dickens, Charles. Oliver Twist. New York: Everyman's Library, 1992.

Dickens, Charles. Our Mutual Friend. New York: Everyman's Library, 1994.

Dickens, Charles. The Mystery of Edwin Drood. New York: Modern Library, 2009.

Dickens, Charles. The Old Curiosity Shop. Mineola, New York: Dover Publication Inc., 2003.

Dickens, Charles. The Uncommercial Traveller and Reprinted Pieces. Oxford, New York: Oxford University Press, 1989.

Forster, John. The Life of Charles Dickens, Volume 3: 1852-1870. [Cambridge, England]: Cambridge University Press, 2011.

Goodheart, Eugene, editor. Critical Insights: Charles Dickens. Pasadena, California and Hackensack, New Jersey: Salem Press, 2011.

Hammond, Mary. Charles Dickens's 'Great Expectations.' [London]: Ashgate, 2015.

Ingham , Patricia. Dickens, Women & Language. Toronto, Buffalo: University of Toronto Press, 1992.

Jordan, Joseph P. Dickens Novels as Verse. Madison, Teaneck: Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 2014.

Jordan, John O. The Cambridge Companion to Charles Dickens. [Cambridge, England]: Cambridge University Press, 2001.

Nelson, A.N. The Mystery of Charles Dickens. [New York]: Harper, 2020.

Pykett, Lyn. Critical Issues: Charles Dickens. [New York]: Palgrave, 2002.

Slater, Michael. Dickens and Women. Stanford, California: Stanford University Press, 1983.

Slater, Michael. The Great Charles Dickens Scandal. New Haven and London: Yale University Press, 2012.

Tomalin, Claire. Charles Dickens: A Life. [New York]: Penguin Books, 2011.

Tomalin, Claire. The Invisible Woman. New York: Vintage Books, 1991.

Wilson, Angus. The World of Charles Dickens. New York: The Viking Press, 1970.

[m12writer]

Their Clairvoyane Soulmate (Description & Cast)

Aurelia Perron is the oldest daughter at 20 years old. Ever since she was a child, she could see, touch and feel things that no else in her family could. What happens when she and her family moves into a haunted house and something starts to terrorize her and her family? What happens when her mother gets help from Ed and Lorraine Warren, who happen to be her soulmates? How would Ed and Lorraine feel about their soulmate being terrorized?

Ed Warren x Aurelia Perron (oc) x Lorraine Warren

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Aurelia Perron

Ed and Lorraine Warren

[ghostickori]

The Perron Family Estate, AKA "The Conjuring House"; Burrillville, Rhode Island

[markparrish]

top 6 forward free agents the wild have been linked to ranked by how excited i would be to get them

dream grabs:

tarasenko (great vibes, good player)

skinner (maybe strictly not as good but he’s my special little guy)

very happy:

duclair (most handsome of the bunch by far, still pretty good as a player)

laine (the cunt…… the cunt‼️)

satisfied:

perron (personally boring but serviceable player)

wennberg (presumably ditto)

eh:

drouin (might as well keep him with his bf bc that’s the only way he’s been playing well)

bill if you do this i’m going to your house and exploding you:

kane (kane)

[xplrvibes]

Thoughts on episode 2?

It was fine.

I just answered an ask where I kind of touched on the Cody and Satori thing, but it bares repeating - the more I see of that, the more I side eye the entire thing.

It's interesting, but I just...I don't know.

I will say that I find the Abigail ghost, whether real or made-up, to be the sweetest thing on earth with her little excited dances and her whole "yea, I'll protect you guys!" routine.

And, you know she's down to ride for these boys for life after she got hit with the full offensive of the Colby Brock Patented Charm™️, lol. "I know you're the protector of the house, I know you're the matriach, and we want to consider you that as well," with that intensely earnest stare right at where he thinks this ghost is standing.

Like, fuck yea, I will catch a paranormal grenade for you now, you are now my soul child for life.

The Estes Method is always fun, but it's less fun when you've now got TWO people who won't stop bombarding with the questions and the on-the-spot dot connecting. We need less of that. I would love for them to do the old school Ghost Hunters method of just doing this shit and then reviewing the footage later to connect the dots after the fact. I feel like it would be less chaotic and honestly, they'd probably see better results at the end of the day.

Couple of random things that I'll mention, but don't want to dive too deeply into:

Something is severely wrong with their core body temperatures if they can go out into the woods of Rhode Island in August and sleep bundled up like they're in Alaska in December.

The dancing on the grave thing - I feel like doing something like that is way more likely to get you cursed than looking at a factory manufactured reproduction of a doll, but what do I know (I'm sorry Robert, for speaking about your reproduction dolls without your permission).

The REM pod at the door of the library...honestly, I think even when they were standing way far away, it was picking them up. Colby closes the door, and it immediately ceased. I mean, come on.

It was cool that they caught the door opening on camera from two different angles. Getting it from one angle is one thing, but getting it from both sides of the door makes it so much more impactful. Multiple camera angles, boys. More of that.

Oh! The names in the sand thing. I can't believe they are still trying to push that as having been paranormal in nature. It pissed me off when they did this in the video from last year (for that review, feel free to browse my "snc video review" tag, I'm almost positive i talked about that one), but to bring it back and use the people who work in the house and their sort of sus knocking method to "confirm" that this was some lonely soldier ghost who wanted to get with Amanda? No. 0/10 right there.

To end these bullet points on a positive...the Josh shirt pulling thing was pretty cool.

So, the last 30 seconds of this video is not something I am going to discuss, because trust me when I say you guys do not want to hear my opinion on that. You won't like it, I won't like hearing about how you won't like it, and honestly, I don't even want to talk about it. Just know that it deflated my balloon, and let's leave it at that.

But, commenting on the 5 minutes before the last 30 seconds - if anyone ever comes in new to the snc world and asks for a summation of who snc are and how they function as a duo, I'm sending them the clip of Sam deciding to summon every the basement demon to the upstairs and Colby just giving him the most deadpan, "I'm gonna kill you when we get home" look and then popping out from behind a wall (when did he even get there) to start a "I told you not to do that!" argument with Sam right then and there. That was the most long-suffering married couple interaction I've seen them have in a long time.

And then Colby turned into a theater kid there for a few seconds, with that whole dramatic diatribe on the steps about the Perrons. That was...a choice he made, lol.

And then yea, the video ended right when Colby rolled under the table to sleep (cause that won't end with a concussion when you wake up in the middle of the night lol) and I left happy. Nothing happened after that. That's where the whole screen goes black.

I'm giving the video (minus the last 30 seconds that don't exist in my mind) a 6.9/10. It was fun at parts, there was some good evidence, I enjoyed it...but there were some things that didn't hit for me.

Anyway, reminder to all that the preceeding was MY OPINION, and MY OPINION IS NOT LAW.

[tanz0mattic]

I was awoken by a gunshot. I shot up out of bed and immediately glanced outside my window. I couldn't see anything. I got up out of my bed, knees nearly buckling from how much I was shaking.

Eventually I gathered the strength to nervously peek outside my bedroom window which was located on the second story of my house.

There was a corpse sitting at my doorstep. Blood was pooling down the steps of the perron, and it looked as if the person was shot. I looked up and saw a man of possible European ancestry with a sniper rifle walking off from our house. He was wearing a black bulletproof vest with the words 'Stay silent' printed on the back in white.

I swallowed back my tears. Was the law really real? Was it actually passed?

I felt myself getting drowsy as I stumbled back, nearly collapsing to the floor. Everything was too much to take in.

The world felt like it was ending. It really did.

[songbirdsbees]

The one thing that bothers me that Sam and Colby somehow haven’t fully realized (I think they’re getting there) is that when they described the exorcism of Carolyn Perron there was a medium there who invited all spirits from inside AND outside the house so whatever possessed her/caused the levitation could very easily be whatever spirit is in the woods. I’m not entirely sure that Dave/woods guy was the one who possessed Carolyn Perron but they either witnessed or heard the story so much they started to play along with it.

[a-narcissists-warren]

G00g13 54y5…

“In 1970, paranormal investigators and demonologists Lorraine (Vera Farmiga) and Ed (Patrick Wilson) Warren are summoned to the home of Carolyn (Lili Taylor) and Roger (Ron Livingston) Perron. The Perrons and their five daughters have recently moved into a secluded farmhouse, where a supernatural presence has made itself known. Though the manifestations are relatively benign at first, events soon escalate in horrifying fashion, especially after the Warrens discover the house's macabre history.”

Th4t’5 wh4t 1t’5 4b0ut!!

-⏰🪦

...EH????? what does that mean.....

[pedanther]

Some differences between the translations in Chapter 96.

Reminding us of the conversation in the phaeton at Auteuil adds an extra complication to an already complicated sentence, but it’s a nice bit of foreshadowing for where this chapter ends up:

... l’élégant phaéton avec lequel nous avons déjà plusieurs fois fait connaissance, et notamment pendant la soirée d’Auteuil, vint tourner rapidement l’angle de la porte d’entrée, et lança plutôt qu’il ne déposa sur les degrés du perron M. Andrea Cavalcanti ...

... the elegant phaeton with which we are familiar rapidly turned the angle of the entrance–gate, and cast out on the doorsteps M. Andrea Cavalcanti ...

... the elegant phaeton which we have already had occasion to meet several times, particularly during the eveing at Auteuil, swung rapidly round the gatehouse and ejected (rather than deposited) on the steps leading up to the house Monsieur Andrea Cavalcanti ...

The older translation likes things a bit less cynical...

—Sans compter, ajouta Monte-Cristo, qu’il est à la veille d’entrer dans un genre de spéculation déjà un peu usé aux États-Unis et en Angleterre, mais tout à fait neuf en France.

“Without reckoning,” added Monte Cristo, “that he is on the eve of entering into a sort of speculation already in vogue in the United States and in England, but quite novel in France.”

“Besides which,” Monte Cristo added, “he is on the point of engaging in a form of speculation that is already a bit overdone in the United States and in England, but quite new in France.”

...a bit less strongly worded...

—Les trois millions sont en route, selon toute probabilité. —Je les toucherai donc réellement? —Mais dame! reprit le comte, il me semble que jusqu’à présent, monsieur, l’argent ne vous a pas fait faute!»

“The three millions are probably on the road.” “Then I shall really have them?” “Oh, well,” said the count, “I do not think you have yet known the want of money.”

“In all probability the three million are on their way.” “So I shall really have them?” “Dammit!” the count said. “It doesn’t seem to me, Monsieur, that you have lacked for money so far!”

...and I’m enjoying imagining the Look that Mlle. Eugénie would give the translator if she knew how her opinion had been soft-pedaled here:

Seulement on pouvait lire que dans ses yeux cette assurance parfaite destinée à démentir ce que cette candide toilette avait de vulgairement virginal à ses propres yeux.

Her eyes, however, betrayed that perfect confidence which contradicted the girlish simplicity of this modest attire.

Yet her eyes shone with perfect self-assurance, contradicting what she saw as the vulgarly virginal significance of this outfit.