#Oskar wilde

[yagmurun-sesii]

“Çok güzel çiçeklerim var ama çocuklar en güzel çiçektir.”

[derdhetmuzgu]

Libri që po lexoj tani. Kam nja 2 ditë që e marr me vete kudo prandaj shkronjat janë fishkur.

Rn jam team Basil. Do bëj reblog po ndodhi diçka që të zgjerohem me detajet.

[fashiononlineshow]

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.” ― Oscar Wilde

[ban--tam]

that one meme that's going around

[100ducksizedfolignos]

catching up on my athletic backlog… hockey dudes are so fucking funny

[wildaboutmnhockey]

on today's episode of Minnesota sports aren't allowed to have nice things

[pearldiverluswritingniche]

Am at sea and scraps of conversation fly past me

Are you in on it, too?

With the bevy, the wave, does it pull you in or do you lay next to yourself at the end of your tether truly colorless.

Do they look upon you?

Let their old feathers drop, let the whooshing sea foam collide with your fragile skin.

The salt and the coils sting and burn

Please help me name if it is because of the distance or the closeness to my heart?

My mind wanders here when my eyes unfocus and the world is too loud.

[thingsmk1120sayz]

[pensfan4lfe2]

Then&Now || Oskar Sundqvist

Post Trade Deadline

[double-t-mattboldy12]

Oh yeah, good things are happening😏

We got an Ekker goal, a Klingberg goal, a Sunny goal, a Shawzy goal, TWO Hartzy goals, a Goose goal, and Reavo was coming in hot with his second goal in a row!

[starpillowww]

Klinger have come to the right place

help the new guys are hilarious

[nylanderbunting]

Trade Alert!

DET and MIN have agreed to a deal, terms are below

DET Receives: 2023 4th

MIN Receives: Oskar Sundqvist

[easgarov]

Və Hər Kəs Öldürür Öz Sevdİyİnİ

Və Hər Kəs Öldürür Öz Sevdİyİnİ

Və hər kəs öldürür öz sevdiyini,Qoy hamı dinləsin məni diqqətlə,Kimi acı baxışla başlayar bunu,Kimi yalan-yaltaq sözləri ilə.Qorxaqlar öpüşlə məhv edər onu,Cəsurlarsa qılınc zərbələriylə. Kimi gənckən öldürür sevdiklərini,Yaşlı vaxtlarında öldürən də var.Kimi qurban verər öz şəhvətinə,Kimi qır-qızılla onu soldurar.İnsaflısı bıçaq alar əlinə!Kəsdiyi tez ölər, tez də soyuyar. Kimi çox az sevər,…

[acesandwords]

A while back I created two guides on how to use Tumblr, which can be found here [1][2].

This will be a beginner guide to the references and holidays of this hellsite.

References Dashcon(2013) - The Infamous Tumblr convention [1][2][3] Children's Hospital [1] Horse Plinko [1] Crab Rave - used for celebration [1][2] Do you love the color of the sky? [1] Bug Race - Polls got released [1] Vanilla Extract- userbase failed to make a cake [1] Mishapocalyspe (April 1st 2013) [1][2] Goncharov- A fake Mafia movie created by the users [1] Dracula daily [1] Queen Elizabeth [1] Origin of giftable crabs - April fools 2022, we had a crab button [1] I like your shoelaces- a way to find out who's on tumblr [1]

Holidays Cousin Oskar (Daylight Savings) [1] Ides of March (March 15) the stabbing of Caeser🗡️ [1][2][3] Tomorrow is Halloween, no it's March 28th [1] Neil Bangin' Out The Tunes (April 13) [1] It's Gonna Be May (April 30)- NSYNC Day [1][2] Hallowe'en IT'S JUNE (June) [1] 21st Night Of September (September 21) [1] It's October 3rd (October 3rd) [1][2] Halloween (October 31) - That's it, it's just the holiday all month Destiel-Putin-Election Day (November 5th)* It's December 10th! (December 10th)[1] Tomorrow is Halloween, IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE [1] Nobody smiles in February(February) [1]

*Nov. 5th was a wild day in 2020, we were waiting on the US election results, Destiel became canon, and there was a rumor that Putin was going to resign. The state of anxiety and joy was indescribable.

Please add more! There are so many and I know I didn't get them all.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"You're so boring. Vanilla," Greta teases as you push through the grocery store door to the sidewalk.

"Simple but tasty," you roll your eyes, "as if Rocky Road is so exciting."

"Whatever," she follows you to the picnic table just outside the store. 

You sit as she swipes her tongue around the heaping scoops and you take tiny licks of your own. You pull the napkin closer to the top to catch the melting drip. She presses her lips to the ice cream before popping them off and licking them clean. You frown at her but she's looking past you.

You crane to look over your shoulder. Sheriff Bodecker stands by his cruiser, sunglasses on as he stares in your direction. He wears a crooked grin as he leans his weight on one heel, emphasizing the pudge around his middle.

You turn back to hide your disgust.

"He's a bit old for you," you chide.

"Old and rich. Single now, too," she continues to fellate the cone as you try not to hurl up vanilla.

"Charming," you muse.

"Loosen up," she hisses, "not all of us are pure little virgins.

"Shut up," you exclaim, "am not."

She arches a brow in challenge and you try to shrug her off. Your cheeks burn and you try to cool off with another lick of the cone. She's your best friend but she can sure be cruel.

A shadow approaches and blocks out the sun. You glance over from the corner of your eye and see the silhouette of the Sheriff's broad hat brim. Greta tugs on a strand of her  hair and leans forward so her tank top slumps down her chest.

"How are you doing, sheriff?" She purrs.

"Fine day out," he drawls, "I'm doing just good. You girls enjoying the sunshine. Stayin' outta trouble."

"Trouble? I wouldn't know anything about that now," she flirts with a wink. You smother your sarcasm with the dessert.

"Oh, you don't?" He puts a hand on the table and leans, "I didn't see you down at The Horn last Saturday?"

"Did you? You didn't say hi," she intones.

"Suppose I was feelin' shy," he chuckles.

"Gret, come on," you shift the cone as you try to sop up the melting ice cream, "let's find some shade."

"You can go," she dismisses with a flick of her fingers.

You huff and look between her and the sheriff. He glances down at you and grins.

"Sorry, sweetie, I'm not meaning to shoulder ya out," he turns and stands straight, crossing his arms over his stomach, "you know, I'm not a selfish man. I can handle both of ya."

The airs knocked out of you at his suggestion. You're not a prude by any means. Maybe not experienced but you're open-minded. He just isn't your type and you shouldn't be his.

"Um," you swallow and stand, "I... I'm going to grab more napkins."

He scoffs as you step over the bench and you quickly skirt away. If he didn't have a badge, you would tell him where to go. You're so tired of Greta doing this. It's exactly why you don't go to the bar with her.

You go inside and stride back up to the ice cream bar. You grab napkins and send Oskar a smile over the top. He chuckles at the mess trickling down your hand.

You decide to wander the aisles and give Greta a chance to sow her endless wild oats. Ugh. The sheriff? Really? Word is he left the new librarian for a waitress his deputy was dating. Then they didn't last more than a week. 

It's gross how the old women gossip and say the librarian didn't do enough for him, that she never gave him a child. The man needs a legacy and you can't blame him for finding someone who can deliver it. Ew. This place is so backwards.

You finish the cone and go into the bathroom to rinse off the stickiness on your fingers. You head back out, hoping it's enough time for the sheriff to get a call. As you emerge, you see Greta walking with him to his cruiser.

"Really? You're just going to ditch me?" You snip as you approach.

"Now, darlin', you're welcome to join us," The sheriff turns with a wink.

"Um, no thanks," you say curtly and the corner of his lips twitches, "I'm good. Greta--"

"I don't feel like sitting around doing nothing," she snorts, "if you don't wanna have fun, go home."

You scowl and look away. It's not the first time, it won't be the last.

"Fine," you jut out your chin at her, "have fun."

"Don't be jealous?" 

"Trust me, I'm not," you snarl, "next time you call, I won't answer."

"You will," she snickers, "I'm your only fucking friend."

You wave her off and twist on your heel. As you do, you notice the sheriff watching you. You quickly avert your eyes and stomp away.

You can't help but quake with anger. As shitty as Greta can be, she's right. She is your only friend. You hate this town.

[wildaboutmnhockey]