#67Th

[elezovicmelanie]

Happy Birthday🎂🥃

Hans🖤🎤

✨19.02.2024 (67th)✨

[jelliclekitty]

[dailysarkariupdate]

BPSC 67th Mains Admit Card Download 2022: बीपीएससी 67वीं मुख्य परीक्षा का एडमिट कार्ड, ऐसे करें डाउनलोड | Admit Card Released Today at @bpsc.bih.nic.in

BPSC 67th Mains Admit Card Download 2022: बिहार लोक सेवा आयोग बीपीएससी 67वी मेंस परीक्षा 2022 के लिए फॉर्म भरने वाले तमाम अभ्यर्थियों के लिए एडमिट कार्ड को लेकर अच्छी खबर सामने आ रही है वैसे सभी छात्र एवं छात्राएं जो 67वी प्रीलिम्स परीक्षा को पास करने के बाद मेंस परीक्षा के लिए फॉर्म भरे थे उनका एडमिट कार्ड आज से डाउनलोड होना शुरू हो गया है बीपीएससी की आधिकारिक वेबसाइट पर एडमिट कार्ड को जारी कर…

[baiyubai]

*crawls out of the hospital* have a sketch pls

[justzawe]

Tom telling Zawe “You look absolutely lovely” 🥹

[cloudofcaffeine]

Fallen Down 🌼❤️

"Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return."

[sigurism]

Luca Marinelli

[taylorrussellsgf]

Such a cutie

[renaissancetourfashion]

Beyoncé in Louis Vuitton for The Renaissance World Tour OPULENCE ACT - Detroit, 2023

[moonslesbology]

The Lucky One II

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ELEANOR EVES COULD LAY BESIDES FINNICK ODAIR, WATCHING THE SAME SUNSET OVER AND OVER AGAIN, AND NEVER GET BORED. It sounded odd to say, wanting the same moment to repeat over and over again, but it felt right to her. There was nothing more peaceful than the serenity on Finnick's tanned face, kissed by the sun's grace , his sea green eyes drawn to the sky as he simply stared. He had not had a moment of peace like this in a while, too caught up in the terrors of nightmares and memories to truly enjoy a moment wholeheartedly. Yet, here he was, bathing in the sun's glory, genuinely happy.

Laos Bay had the most beautiful sights in the District, Eleanor was convinced.

It had been Annie's suggestion, a statement she made the moment the pair found her down The Quay, helping her brother cut the heads off some fish their father had caught. Annie Cresta was one of the few people Eleanor knew that genuinely did not mind getting dirty down the docks, revelling in the gruesome nature of fishing. It was quite easy to spot the girl though (something Finnick actively disagreed with). The red haired girl was in plain sight, immediately noticed by Eleanor who cheered when she saw Annie. Turns out, Finnick was just really blind and did not notice the Cresta family's red hair in the sea of sun bleached hair. After much begging from Annie, Mr Cresta, albeit reluctantly, allowed for the trio to huddle away to go to the rock pools. He simply reminded Annie that she needed to be back before six, so she can help unload the fish being sent off to the Capitol.

The trio ultimately decided Laos Bay was the best place to go and muck about, especially because of the rock pools Annie desperately wanted to find shells in.

While Annie scoured the rock pools eagerly, Eleanor and Finnick decided to lay besides each other and watch the clouds. It did not matter that their scalps would be aching of sand, all that mattered for them was the pure peace of this moment. Finnick was a lot quieter, simply listening to Eleanor's nonsensical rambling. It was something that often occurred, Eleanor ranting her soul out and Finnick holding her soul delicately in his grasp. Eleanor was busy pointing out all the drawings she could create from the sky, Finnick simply listening. She would ramble her heart off to him for the rest of her life if she could.

Eleanor hoped that she could do that forever.

It was obvious that the anxiety of the Reaping was getting to them. The fateful day, July 4th, was just a week away and the entire district was preparing. People in the Trawler began hanging banners up and shop windows became pre-occupied with signs highlighting Reaping Day specials. St Magdalene Rossetti was also preparing to shut the blinds for a while, until the Reaping ceremony had passed. Majority of the staff were safe from the Reaping, though many had children who were still eligible. Eleanor had already put herself forward to take the later shift that day, practically going straight into work right after the Reaping ceremony passed.

Annie's name was in the Reaping bowl a total of seventeen times, fourteen of those slips of paper being directly from tesserae. Eleanor was only in the bowl four times due to her fortune as a girl from The Trawler, especially one who worked at St Magdalene Rossetti. Her family had never fallen on hard times and when they had, there was always someone who was willing to help them get by.

But, Eleanor also knew that the anxiety of mentoring was far worse for Finnick. As the newest victor, he had a duty to uphold for the tributes, training them and then watching their days in the arena. He had completely broken down after last year's game; two kids, both seventeen, had refused to listen to any advice Finnick could offer them, and were betrayed by the Career Pack the moment the number of tributes dropped to eight. He had nightmares for weeks after he came home, often ending up at Eleanor's in a sobbing mess.

Eleanor dreaded seeing him in such a state again.

"So, do you see the dog now?" Eleanor asked, after explaining why the cloud he pointed out were not just clouds and were so much more. It was easy to forget that not everyone saw the same thing as you did.

"No." Finnick laughed, jumping slightly when she grabbed his hand, delicately pointing his pointer finger to the sky. She could feel him relax ever so slightly, her touch warm and gentle. "Oh, that looks more like a cabbage than a dog."

"A cabbage?" Eleanor sat up quickly, Finnick copying her motion and laughing. Of course Finnick Odair lacked the creativity to see sights in the clouds. He was one of the few literal minded people Eleanor could tolerate, his literal minded state being the only thing that held Eleanor back from floating away. Eleanor pouted at him, crossing her arms with a judging glance. "Am I the only one blessed with imagination?"

Finnick gestured to where Annie Cresta was in response, busy with a bucket as she grabbed onto any shells she could find. Of course, Eleanor was not the only imaginative person out of the trio, Annie was just as imaginative and had a level of practicalness that Finnick had. She was the perfect mix of the two in that sense. The pair watched as Annie cheered, holding up another auger shell Eleanor knew she would be giving to her younger sister. Annie had way too much energy to truly stay still, bouncing around on the rock pools happily. Eleanor was tempted to join the red haired girl, although the peaceful look on Finnick's face was too beautiful to miss.

"I wish moments like these lasted forever." Eleanor mumbled, leaning down ever so slightly to rest her head on Finnick's shoulder, hands already finding each others as though they were infinitely connected by magnets. "Sometimes, it's easy to forget society exists outside of this little bubble."

Finnick watched her with a curious glance. Before he could say anything, a shriek echoed.

"ELE COME HERE!" It was Annie. Of course it was Annie. "I FINALLY FOUND A SHELL FOR YOU!" Eleanor perked up as she saw Annie bouncing up and down, holding something in her hand. If there was anything you needed to know about Annie Cresta, it was that she adored shells more than life itself. Her entire bedroom was decorated with the shells she had found, she had painted tapestries of shells she imagined in her daydreams, and her love language was finding shells that matched each person she ever met.

Eleanor let out a loud laugh, getting up off the sand, quickly dusting her skirt off, and then eagerly running to where Annie was. She turned her head back, seeing Finnick still looking at the sky with a confused face.

She shook her head at him, finally walking on the side of the rocks carefully. The moment she got close to Annie, the red head thrusted a cockle at her. The cockle itself was as ordinary as it could be - pure white with a faint line of orange.Eleanor rubbed her thumb over the smooth edges of the shell, delicate as she held it. A smile, as wide as it could possibly be, was making its way on her face as she listened to Annie's unapologetic rambling about how pretty the cockle was. Annie rambled about how odd it was for cockles to be this white and Eleanor simply listened.

Annie simply grinned. "Oh my god, I know what I'm going to do!" She laughed, taking the cockle and pocketing it. Though, the moment she turned to explain the idea to Eleanor, the girl was busy holding a hermit crab in her hands with a grin. Eleanor was entirely focused on the small creature, gently holding them.

"Awe, look!" She held her cupped hands up towards Annie, who simply smiled at her, eyes wide with adoration as Eleanor cooed at the hermit crab. Eleanor didn't notice Annie's smile drop ever so slightly when she called over to Finnick, laughing freely the moment he yelped at the crab.

[dixidin]

I'm going to kill myself

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Gifford Beal, New York Window, 1940s. Oil on canvas.

Gifford Beal lived at the Sixty-Seventh Street Studios—a residence for artists at 27 West 67th Street in the Upper West Side artists’ colony. ⁣⁣

⁣⁣This painting shows the view from his apartment at the rear of his building north toward the Oliver Cromwell on 72nd Street and the Majestic. Between the windows hangs a sketch—likely of Central Park (one of the artist's favorite subjects). The sculpture below is a work by French artist Aristide Maillol.⁣⁣⁣

Picture & text: NY Historical Society/Facebook

[samglyph]

I watch one booktube video and then suddenly that’s all my recommended is which is a shame. Because I really dislike booktube.

[darokimagic]

#NEW pic of Tom and Zawe at the 67th Standard Evening Theatre Awards

source: https://eveningstandard.pressreader.com/evening-standard-west-end-final-extra-es-magazine/20231124

[justzawe]

Zawe and Tom via ES Culture instagram stories

The ass pat! 😂

[rhysnolastname]

The sopranos is a tragicomedy