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Renesmee Carlie Cullen 

The Beautiful offspring of Edward Anthony Cullen and Isabella "Bella" Marie Swan (now Cullen too). She was concieved the day of Edward and Bella's honeymoon in "Breaking Dawn" the fourth book in the Twilight Series by the Goddess Stephenie Meyer. Renesmee or "Nessie" as nicknamed by Jacob Black has Edward's color hair, Charlie Swan's curls, Bella's human eyes (Chocolate brown). She has Edward's facial features and she is half human half vampire (on the count of Bella had her when she was still human). She will reach maturity at 7 years of age and then countinue to live without any physical change. She has a beating heart, strong skin like only a vampire could have, she has rosy cheeks like human Bella did and she has a "special vampire gift".
And then her body was suddenly still under my hands, though her breathing picked up roughly and her heart continued to thud. I realized the stillness meant that it was over. The internal beating was over. It must be out of her.
It was.
Edward whispered, "Renesmee"
So Bella'd been wrong. It wasn't a boy as she'd imagined. No big surprise there. What hadn't she been wrong about? I didn't look away from her red-spotted eyes, but i felt her hands lift weakly.
"Let me...," she croaked in a broken whisper."Give her to me"
I guess i would have known that he would always give her what she wanted, no matter how stupid her request might be. But i didn't dream he would listen to her now. So i didn't think to stop him.
Something warm touched my arm. That right there should have caught my attention. Nothing felt warm to me.
But i couldn't look away from Bella's face. She blinked and then stared, finally seeing something. She moaned out a strange, weak croon.
"Renes...mee. So...Beautiful."
And then she gasped-gasped in pain.
By the time i looked, it was too late. Eward had snatched the warm, bloody thing out of her limp arms. My eyes flickered across her skin. It was red with blood- the blood that had flowed from her mouth, the blood smeared all over the creature, and fresh blood welling out of a tiny double-cresent bite mark just over her left breast.
"No, Renesmee," Edward murmured, like he was teaching the monster manners.
I didn't look at him or it. I watched Bella as her eyes rolled back into her head.
With a last ga-lump, her heart faltered and went silent.


Renesmee Carlie Cullen's Birth from Jacob Black's Perspective. (Breaking Dawn, Pages 352-353)

Shackteâu

A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.
Shackteâu by ez-dog June 4, 2026
Word of the Day on June 5, 2026
Sonion comes from a GIF that is a mix of the word son and onion ( if you use this slang you like dih)
Man 1 says "I drank last night I need a break" Man 2 "Sonion"
Sonion by popularloner67 March 11, 2026
Word of the Day on June 4, 2026

breatharian 

One whos diet consists of air, light, and prana, with a possible sip of water now and then.
The breatharian has air, light, and prana for food.
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026

A Booger In The Nose Of Progress 

Anything that impedes or otherwise interferes with a process going forward.
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."

or

"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026

🤡🫵🏻

How to say "you're an idiot/clown" using only emojis.
Person 1: Insert completely incorrect and/or idiotic statement here
Person 2: 🤡🫵🏻
Word of the Day on June 1, 2026
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)
fogey by Petyush September 14, 2005
Word of the Day on May 31, 2026