#Happy Birthday Bob Marley

[run-mouse]

Thursday's jog at the park~ 4.3 miles, wet, overcast but warm. Have a good day luvs!

"… Ya running and ya running, But ya can't run away from yourself..." ~Bob Marley

[donaruz]

"Chi ha paura di sognare è destinato a morire."

6 Febbraio 1945 a Nine Mile (Giamaica)

#HappyBirthday# Bob

[rosielindy]

Happy Birthday, Bob Marley.

I heard this song for the first time ever today and it made me think of Palestinians in Gaza and the latest insult to their right to exist and be free in their homeland.

Fuck the orange dictator wannabe. We must relentlessly rise up against this insanity.

[thatsojasminesworld]

i can’t believe that this little angel baby is 40 Today wasn’t he was just a baby two weeks ago Sir Lewis you never lose your touch when it comes to racing & i can’t wait for the new era & to see everything you accomplish you are already a master you have 7 /8 World Championship let’s make the 8th official you are a beautiful human being never change have a fantastic Birthday we love you

[chloeworships]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to my booooooo. Love youuuuuu 🥰😍🥰😍

[princess-paige-place-of-fun]

Happy Birthday, Bob Marley!

Happy birthday to Bob Marley! Bob Marley was born on February 6, 1945.

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

Happy 80th birthday Bob Marley

[retropopcult]

Born on this day: February 6, 1945 - Reggae music icon Bob Marley (born Robert Nesta Marley in Nine Mile, Saint Ann, Jamaica). Happy Birthday to this musical legend on what would have been his 79th Birthday.

[writeaboutit]

Marijuana Cigarettes

Happy 4/20 y'all🍃! Here's a little Ellie x Reader ramble with smoking, movies, and smut. It's not beta read so forgive me for any mistakes. Also, I am in a writing slump so if y'all have any prompts or suggestions on what to write next pls let me know!!💟

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut (mdni) 18+

You got a text this morning from your girlfriend saying plainly, “Come over tonight?”

Even though the text seemed a bit eerie you knew that was just Ellie. She was awkward as hell over text, it made you giggle every time you got a strange vague text from her.

She probably just wanted to watch a movie or show you another dinosaur book she found at the library.

At 7 you decided to head over to her and Joel's house. You parked your car outside of the main house on the street and followed the narrow path down the side of the house and through the back gate.

The path was slightly covered in a bit of lingering snow from the storm a few days ago but come the morning sun tomorrow it would most likely all melt away.

You made your way to the garage door, tapping your feet on the mat outside to rid your shoes of the sticky snow before turning the brass nob and entering the warm-ish detached garage.

Ellie was standing in front of her desk fiddling with something you couldn’t see when you walked in. You bent down to unlace your shoes as Ellie turned around alerted to your entrance by the squeak of the door, “Hey baby,”

“Hey,” You say standing up and padding across the room to Ellie. She envelopes you in a hug that chases the lingering chill from outside away. You sigh sinking further into her.

After a few moments, you lean back to look at her, “What are you up to? Did you find another dinosaur book?” you ask in question regarding her earlier text.

“No, I mean well yes but that’s not why I texted you earlier. Do you know what today is?” She’s grinning in excitement. You rack your brain trying to remember what today could be. It’s not your anniversary, you would have remembered that. Nobody’s birthday. You shook your head, looking up at her when you couldn’t come up with an answer.

She smiled even bigger, “It’s April 20th,”

The woman was practically shaking with excitement after she stated the date. It took you a few moments of confusion to understand what she was saying.

“Oh my god, it is. Do you have any weed?” You were getting excited now. It’d been a while since you smoked. Life had gotten hectic and by the time you and Ellie had time to hang out late at night, you both just wanted to watch a movie and fall asleep.

Before you started dating Ellie you didn’t like to smoke, it wasn’t your thing. Constant overthinking and chest-crushing anxiety were the standard experiences for you when high. But after the first time smoking with her, you realized it could be a lot of fun. At least she made it a LOT of fun.

She nodded stepping aside for you to finally see what she had been toying with when you walked in. On the workbench desk was a Bob Marley-covered grinder, rolling papers, and three joints. Little green bits of weed scattered across the wood of the table.

“Wanna get high off our asses and watch The Duff, baby?” Ellie smiled down at you waiting for your response.

“Hell yeah,” You began to unzip your coat, now feeling warm in the small room. Ellie grabbed a joint and your hand, pulling you to her bed in the corner of the room.

She snatched a gray lighter with a cowboy boot engraved on it off the nightstand and crawled onto the mattress wearing only her boyshorts and a tank top.

Before you joined her you whipped your long-sleeved shirt off and walked to Ellie’s closet replacing your shirt with one of her t-shirts. You kicked off your jeans and turned back to her. She was smiling, letting her eyes trail the length of your body.

“What?” You giggled feeling nervous under her stare.

“Nothing, I just like you in my clothes,”

Her voice sends a chill down your spine. You crawl in bed beside her, both of you leaning back against the headboard and she scrolls on the T.V. locating y’alls favorite movie to watch while high, The Duff.

The movie starts and you both settle back into the pillows, Ellie’s arm around your shoulders, your leg thrown over her hip.

Ellie flicks the lighter open, places the joint between her lips, and sucks as the tip lights. The embers on the tip of the joint glow orange in the darkening room, the only other light source being the small television in the corner of the room.

Grey smoke billows out of her mouth as she smiles at the feel of the first hit. The earthy scent of weed instantly fills the room. You take the joint as she offers it to you, taking a deep hit. Smoke fills your lungs, settling warm in your chest before you blow it out.

You guys continue the rotation until most of the joint has burned up and you are significantly high. You feel like you’re in zero gravity and yet at the same time feel like you have an elephant sitting on your chest. You are hyperaware of every place where your skin touches your girlfriends.

The skin of your thigh feels like it’s on fire as it rests upon hers and her finger leaves a trail of lightning as it passes over your shoulder in methodical motions.

You grab her hand bringing it in front of her face. You take in the vanes running over the top of her hand, the lines weaving along her palm, and her short nails. You have lost all interest in the movie, far more concentrated on your girlfriend’s lovely hands.

Next, you move on to inspecting her tattoo. You trace the leaves across her forearm with your finger, reveling in the fact that the hairs on her arms rise with goosebumps in the wake of your touch. You move on to tracing the moth, circling all of the patterns on its wings.

“Baby?” Ellie sighs, the high hitting her just as hard if her voice says anything.

“Mhm?” You don’t look up, continuing your path up her arm.

“I need you to stop that,” Ellie choked out.

“Why?” This gets you to look up at her.

Her pupils are blown wide, turning her eyes black in the low lighting, “Because your touch is leaving every one of my nerve endings on fire and we haven’t finished the movie yet.”

You smirked, glad she was feeling just as affected as you. You let her arm go and leaned up kissing her deeply, “That’s good because my whole body is on fire,” You whisper seductively when the kiss breaks.

Ellie groans, leaning her forehead on yours before muttering, “Fuck the movie,”

You giggle nodding, “Fuck the movie,”

Suddenly you’re flipped onto your back and Ellie’s lips are on your neck. She leaves a trail of kisses from the underside of your jaw to your collarbones. Lifting your shirt she reveals your breasts. You gasp as the cool air hits your nipples causing them to peak.

Ellie lets out a grumble at the sight. Before long she’s continuing her trek down to the place you want her most. She starts at the place between your breasts, continuing down the center of your stomach before landing just above the hem of your panties.

She smiles up at you before lightly grazing her nail over your clothed clit. You whimper at the sudden contact. Squirming you wait for more. All you want is more in this moment.

“What do you want baby?” Ellie asks in a teasing tone.

“More… please,” You whine. Ellie’s chest rumbles with a chuckle as she places a kiss against the inside of your thigh.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” Ellie’s teeth graze the hem of your panties as she waits for your response.

You gasp at the sight of her between your legs, the sight turning you on more than expected. She always did this, asking you to tell her exactly what you wanted. The woman was a slut for your words.

“I want your fingers in me now Ellie,” You whined, losing patience.

She laughed, “Yes ma’am,” Suddenly she was ripping your panties down your legs and throwing your legs over her shoulders. She looked up at you as she oh so slowly dropped the lightest kiss possible to the top of your clit.

You threw your head back at the contact, balling the sheets in a punishing fist.

“You gonna come all over my fingers baby,” Ellie asked as she pushed the first finger inside.

“God yes Ellie…please!” You lifted your hips, following the movement of her fingers.

Ellie groaned leaning down to trail the tip of her tongue over your clit. You could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. You needed to come so bad but you never wanted this to end.

Ellie must have felt that you were getting close because she pulled back slightly, stopping all her movements. You gave a whiny cry when she stopped. This made her laugh and you wanted to scream. You needed to come so bad.

“Do you want to come, baby?” You wanted to wipe that smile off your girlfriend’s face but that would not get you the orgasm you were so desperately craving.

“Yes.” You groaned back.

“What do you say?”

Ugh, this woman was pushing your buttons in the way only she could, “Please Ellie! Please make me come.” You bucked your hips prompting her to continue.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Ellie dove back in, devouring you. She lapped at your clit, back and forth up and down. You felt drouzy with lust.

She added one finger, pulling it out and adding another when reentering. You moaned riding her fingers as best you could in this position.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Are you gonna come?”

“Yes, yes keep going, Ellie!” You practically screamed, chasing the orgasm you could feel teetering on the edge, ready to burst.

“Come, come for me baby, please.” Ellie pleaded.

It was her please that sent you over the edge. The whole time she acted as if she was in control of the situation but she wanted to make you come just as badly as you wanted to come. Her pleading for it was too much.

You twitched and sighed, coming down from the high as Ellie crawled up the length of your body, leaving kisses in her wake. She placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into her side, cuddling you.

After a few minutes of recovering, you leaned up and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. At first, it was soft and sensual but after just a few moments the kiss turned more heated. You threw your leg over hers, framing her hips on your knees.

Before the make-out could turn into anything more a knock sounded at the door startling you both. You froze and Ellie groaned.

“Yeah?” she called out.

“I’ve got dinner inside if you girls are hungry,” It was Joel’s voice that called back, “Oh and Tommy and Maria are coming over.” He continued.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the grimace on Ellie’s face. She rubbed her face with her palm before shouting back, “Okay we’ll be in in a bit,”

The sound of Joel’s footsteps retreated down the path back to the house. You giggled as Ellie rolled her eyes. You climbed off her and the bed searching for your jeans. After slipping them on you walked back to the mattress where Ellie hadn’t moved from, just watching you.

“Come on hot shot, I’m hungry.” You offered your hand dragging her out of bed. She grumbled something about Joel being a cock-block and she got dressed.

You both slipped your shoes on and made your way to the door. She placed her hand on the nob going to open the door but you stopped her.

Leaning up to her ear you whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you come real hard when we get back, baby.” You pecked her cheek and bolted outside giggling before she could drag you back to bed.

How did we like it? This is my first time posting my smut writings so if it was bad sorry I tried (I'm much better at fluff). Anyway, thanks for reading! 🤍

[rosielindy]

Happy Birthday Bob Marley! I share a day with a great man. 💓

[stinkysam]

Reiner Braun - Birthday

Warning : nsfw, blowjob (giving)

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "you find a way to celebrate Reiner's birthday"

Reader : Male (you/yours)

A/N : I'm late.

Since he's been back in Marley, Reiner wasn't big on birthday parties.

Preferring much more discreet and private celebrations.

Though, he didn't mind when Gabi and her friends loudly wished him a happy birthday. Jumping on him as they yelled their good wishes.

Still, he preferred when you kissed his cheek softly, whispering a gentle "Happy birthday" against his ear while lightly squeezing his arm.

But things were different now, you were dating. He deserved more than a simple "happy birthday".

You still wished him that way of course. Because you loved watching him get sheepish, knowing his heart was beating faster because of you, keeping your other surprise for later, when it's just the two of you.

You made it pass for a simple cuddle session, kissing him fondly, cradling his face with your lips until you both landed on his bed.

Your strong arms held him close as he held you as equally tightly as you did, keeping you pressed against him.

Your knee naturally went between his legs, slowly pushing against his crotch as he let out a soft gasp, pulling you closer, as if it was possible.

You kissed his jaw down to his throat, giving a kiss to Adam's apple, making him smile at the gesture.

"I love you." He whispered, eyes closed.

"I love you." You whispered back as your lips trailed downward, pulling on his shirt to kiss his collarbone and his chest.

You continued to move down until you reached his navel, kissing it too as your hands caressed his hips, slowly pulling his pants down. He was breathing loudly, watching your every move.

You kept pressing your lips to his skin, giving his thighs some love as well as you kissed them thoroughly, making sure you got every inch of them. You felt his legs twitch under your hands, muscles clenching and unclenching while you could hear his ragged breath.

You could watch his dick slowly grow hard under your touches, as you slowly removed his underwear. 

You kissed the inner of his thighs, slowly moving to the base of his cock, licking it as one of your hands fondled his balls gently.

Reiner couldn't take how delicately and tenderly you kept touching him, your feather-like kisses and caresses driving him insane. He felt like he didn't deserve such softness but he couldn't help but selfishly want more.

His hands went to your head, fingers pressing against your scalp as he held you there against him. Stopping you from wanting to pull away. As if you wanted to.

He huffed and sighed in pleasure as his dick was fully hard by now. You continued to kiss his base, cock leaking pre-come.

Reiner shuddered as your fingers still worked on his heavy balls. Tongue spreading hot saliva from the base to the tip of his dick.

He gasped when you finally took him in your mouth, slowly moving your head up and down his length.

He moaned your name, making your dick throb under your clothes. But you decided to ignore it, wanting the focus to be on him and him only.

"Don't stop." He pleads between breaths. Eyes half lidded. He wanted to close them but he couldn't stop looking at you between his legs. He didn't want to miss a thing.

You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, making him moan louder as his fingers dig into your hair.

You kept bobbing your head slowly, taking your time. You were not in a rush. You wanted him to feel the pleasure and to get lost in it.

One hand by his balls while the other gently soothed him, caressing from his hips to his thigh. You touched him as if he was made of glass. Delicately. Tenderly. Lovingly.

You knew he was close with the way his legs twitched, almost squeezing your head between his strong thighs, muscles clenching and unclenching quickly. Broken moans escaped his lips, like music to your ears, almost making your dick ache.

His hands still in your hair, keeping you close, you could feel them tremble against you.

"Wait- I'm gonna-" He tried to say before letting out another loud moan as he came in your mouth, making you swallow everything.

You continued to caress his shaking thighs before kissing your way back to his lips. He panted, looking at you with lovestruck eyes before shyly apologizing for cumming in your mouth like that.

You tenderly kissed him again, chuckling lightly, caressing his cheek as you cupped his face.

"Happy birthday." You whispered against his lips. He closed his eyes as he captured your lips in a loving kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

[princesssarisa]

Types of songs in "A Christmas Carol" musical adaptations

When a story has been adapted into so many musicals, it's easy to notice patterns in the songs that usually feature. These are the song types from all the musical adaptations of A Christmas Carol I know.

In chronological order, the musicals are: the 1954 Bernard Hermann operetta for CBS TV, the 1956 NBC TV musical The Stingiest Man in Town (later remade in animation by Rankin/Bass in 1978), Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, the 1970 film Scrooge, The Muppet Christmas Carol, the 1997 Nickelodeon animated film, Alan Menken's A Christmas Carol: The Musical, and 2022's animated Scrooge: A Christmas Carol.

*Fourth wall-breaking chorus invites the audience to celebrate Christmas/hear the story ("Holly-Ho," "Sing a Christmas Carol," or "Tell Me a Tale About Christmas")

*Londoners sing happily about celebrating Christmas Eve (e.g. "On This Darkest Day of Winter," "Santa Claus," "Jolly Good Time")

**Subtype: Happy Christmas Eve solo for Fred, with chorus (e.g. "An Old-Fashioned Christmas," or "I Love Christmas")

*Bitter and greedy Scrooge song (e.g. "Ringle, Ringle," "I Hate People," "Nothing to Do with Me," or "Tell Me")

*Londoners sing about Scrooge's meanness (e.g. "The Stingiest Man in Town," "Father Christmas," or "Scrooge")

*Happy Christmas Eve song for Bob Cratchit, sometimes with Tiny Tim too (e.g. "Christmas Children," "One More Sleep Till Christmas," or "You Mean More to Me Than Anything")

*Jacob Marley lament/warning song (e.g. "I Wear a Chain," "Marley and Marley," or "Link By Link")

*Lonely solo for Scrooge as a child (e.g. "Alone in the World," "When Shadows Fall," or "A Place Called Home")

*Festive Fezziwig party song (e.g. "December the Twenty-Fifth," "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball")

*Happy love song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a duet or a solo for Belle (e.g. "What Shall I Get My Lad for Christmas?" "Golden Dreams," "Happiness," or "A Place Called Home")

*Sad breakup song for Belle and Young Scrooge – either a Belle solo, a Scrooge solo, or a duet (e.g. "It Might Have Been," "Winter Was Warm," "You," "When Love is Gone," "Cross This Bridge," or "Later Never Comes")

*Ghost of Christmas Present song (e.g. "A Very Merry Christmas," "The Song of the Christmas Spirit," "I Like Life," "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Abundance and Charity")

**Subtype: Londoners sing of celebrating Christmas Day, joined by the Ghost of Christmas Present (e.g. again, "It Feels Like Christmas," or "Christmas Together")

*Heartwarming Christmas song for the Cratchits and/or Tiny Tim (e.g. "And Bless Us Every One," "Yes, There Is A Santa Claus," "The Lord's Bright Blessing," "The Beautiful Day," or "Bless Us All")

*Ensemble for people in the Future disrespecting Scrooge in death (e.g. "Thank You Very Much," or "Dancing On Your Grave")

*Scrooge sings of his resolve to be a better man (e.g. "Mankind Shall Be My Business," "I'll Begin Again," "A Thankful Heart," "Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today/God Bless Us Everyone")

*Happy reprises of earlier songs in the final scene (virtually every version does this)

Songs where I can only think of one example each

*Duet for Scrooge and Fred of contrasting world views ("Humbug" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Ghost of Christmas Past song ("The Lights of Long Ago" from the Alan Menken musical)

*Tender song for Scrooge's mother in the past ("God Bless Us Every One" from the Alan Menken musical – one of the only versions of the story where Scrooge's mother even appears)

*Tender song for Scrooge's sister Fan ("Christmas Wishes" from Scrooge: A Christmas Carol)

*Duet for Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present about Tiny Tim ("One Little Boy" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Festive song for Fred and his party guests ("Santa's Sooty Suit" from the 1997 animated film)

*Solo for Fred about the birth of Jesus ("Birthday Party of the King" from The Stingiest Man in Town)

*Reprise by Scrooge of his lonely childhood song at his own grave in the Future ("Alone in the World (Reprise)" from Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol)

[dloindustries]

Bob Marley & The Wailers - Stir It Up (Live at The Old Grey Whistle, 1973)

Happy Birthday Bob Marley

[arinzechukwuture]

Happy Birthday, Haile Selassie I, Negusa Nagast , Seyoume Igziabeher, By the Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Elect of God,

RAS TAFARI!

In Jamaica, Shortly after the coronation of the Emperor Haile Selassie I, belief in the divinity of Haile Selassie began. A black king had risen in the east, a messiah had come to deliver his people. The legend of Emperor Haile Selassie grew after years of personally fighting and eventually defeating a European colonial power.

One hundred thousand Rastafari from all over Jamaica descended on Palisadoes Airport in Kingston to greet Haile Selassie when he visited Jamaica on April 21, 1966. Clouds of Ganja smoke covered the scene. Selassie started down the stairs, but returned, uneasy with the commotion as the crown rushed the tarmac. A well-known Rasta leader, Ras Mortimer Planno was recruited to negotiate the emperor's descent. Planno was able to calm the crowd and help the emperor exit the plane. This event is commemorated by Rastafari as Grounation Day every year on April 21.

At the time Bob Marleys new bride, Rita had relayed to Bob how she had seen stigmata on the hands of the Emperor as he walked the stairs down from his plane. This greatly contributed to Bob's conversion to Rasta and its subsequent global exposure.

On the flight to Jamaica he was asked if he would deny being god to the Rasta. He replied, "Who am I to disturb their belief?"

Jamaican authorities would have liked Selassie to deny divinity to the Rasta. This didn't happen and Selassie actually gave gold medallions to the Rasta leaders, the only gifts of the trip. This after famously giving away lions on his trip to Europe.

In a 1967 CBC recorded an interview with Haile Selassie in which he denied his alleged divinity. On being told, "There are millions of Christians throughout the world, your Imperial Majesty, who regard you as the reincarnation of Jesus Christ," Haile Selassie replied in his native language,

"I have heard of that idea. I also met certain Rastafarians. I told them clearly that I am a man, that I am mortal, and that I will be replaced by the oncoming generation, and that they should never make a mistake in assuming or pretending that a human being is emanated from a deity."

After his return to Ethiopia he sent an Archbishop to the Caribbean help draw Rastafari and other West Indians to the Ethiopian church. People resented the former colonial churches and were interested in establishing the Ethiopian Church in the Caribbean. The Emperor obliged and the church exists to this day.

[somethingvinyl]

It’s an international holiday—happy celestial birthday to the greatest, Mr. Bob Marley. Didn’t have any time to put something new together today so here’s my post from a couple years ago… I’m still as enamored with this particular collection as I was when I took the picture.

[delete-the-kisses]

you only had bob marley CDs in your car. “that’s not really october music”, i would’ve said, but i would’ve rather listened to bob marley than the painfully loud silence. the one caused by the end of our relationship. i suppose i knew it was coming.

not one smile was exchanged. you let the raindrops run on the windows freely since the windshield wipers were broken. it smelled like cigarettes and your perfume. but i knew you well enough to get that it smelled like cigarettes being covered up by perfume.

it was truly over, and next week i’d be dropping off some sweaters at your place. they’d smell like you mixed with the pumpkin spice scented candle in my room. your mom would throw them in the washing machine the second i’d be gone.

and i’d cry and listen to that one fucking girl in red song in my room, from my beloved vinyl that you bought for my birthday. i’d scroll through your instagram and weep. be pathetic. i’d fight the urge to throw rocks at happy couples on valentine’s day. i’d make out with some girl that looks like you at a festival, tipsy and covered in glitter. cry some more.

you’d be over it so fast. you and your strong fucking will. because no one in your family knew. because every time i came over and your mom asked if any boys caught my eye i’d swallow a choked laughter and quickly change the subject. i never liked the hiding, but there was a wooden cross on every wall in your house and i loved you beyond any religion or belief or principle.

i loved you at the beach where we’d look for the prettiest seashells and i loved you when you were excited about my cat every time you came over and i loved you when you held my hand under tables. and there’s a cross necklace on your neck and there’s a purple spot on your eye with a bunch of concealer slathered on it and suddenly i get it.

i say your name like a plea, like a fucking prayer even though with us, there was never a god. we both liked it that way. you watch the raindrops with such intent. i love you i love you i love you is written all over my face as i understand that we won’t speak for years to come. that this isn’t some love story where we run away together to some country where the sky is always painted pretty.

you say no and that you know i understand and that i’m the only one who’s ever understood. and that your dad will be mad if you aren’t home by nine and that you’re moving to some small town in the middle of nowhere to take care of your grandma. and that you love me love me love me but you can’t.

i understand i understand i understand. your pale hands shake as you kiss me goodbye and it’s soft and pretty and perfect and i never want to leave you but there’s too many bruises to come and i love you i love you i love you enough to be the first person to open the car door.