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[andersongill202]

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[vanishingcherry]

BIRTHDAY BOY

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

words: 1.2k

a/n: a (late) birthday post for our favourite species of bear. i have a week's break before my next final, so heres a little something. the gift's kinda stupid just ignore it i couldn't think of anything else.

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University had kept you busy with finals, which meant constant studying till, finally, they were over. Ollie was nothing but supportive, calling to check up on you and sending reassuring messages. He had even managed to convince a friend to drop off a bouquet of flowers on his behalf on the day of your final test, along with a handwritten note that ended up alongside all the other in your mini collection.

Originally your plan was to fly to Baku the night they ended, making it in time to see the sprint and feature races. However, Ollie had insisted you stay home instead. He had wanted you to celebrate the end of finals with your friends, partying in clubs rather than sitting on a 7 hour flight.

So you did, after much persistence on his part.

His weekend in Baku had been amazing. For the first time in the history of F2, a driver had gotten P1 in everything. Absolutely everything!

You had called him the moment the feature race ended, jumping up and down your dorm room in delight, congratulating him over and over. Just minutes before you had been watching the livestream, watching him get drenched in champagne, gleaming as he celebrated his well deserved win.

He sat there for almost half an hour, just speaking to you, forgetting about everything except how animatedly you were talking.

"AND THEN- when everyone crashed at the restart it was so scary but I'm so glad you managed to get through."

"Yeah, it was a bit of a battle with Fred for P1 but I managed."

"You did, baby, and I was so happy. My roommate is definitely annoyed with me now, she was working and she said I almost gave her a heart attack."

He only ended the call when the team started packing up, realising he was still wearing his champagne covered fireproofs. Still, he called you the moment he was in the hotel, the both of you talking and enjoying each other's presence for hours.

Before saying goodnight, he said to you that he would see you after his trip to Malta, when he would be coming back to England for a week following his birthday. You nodded, trying not to smirk and give it away. It always was really hard for you to keep secrets.

You were going to be taking a flight to Malta to surprise him. You knew you wanted to see him for his birthday. There was no way you were going to miss the big 1-8. Ollie was always amazing to you, giving you gifts and surprises, this was your chance to do the same for him.

Which is what led to right now, you sitting in a plane as it flew to the small island nation of Malta.

After landing, you directed the taxi to the hotel he was staying at, antsy and excited to finally see him again. With you busy studying and him busy racing, it had been weeks since you had seen each other in person.

You had already talked to his sponsor, whose headquarter he was visiting, and they had agreed to bring him back to the hotel for a few hours so you could surprise him.

After getting they key from reception, you head up to his room, taking out the gift you had packed in your suitcase and placing it on the table. You then sat on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

Not 5 minutes later, you heard the lock click.

His eyes widen when he walks in. Seeing that, you give him a shy smile, that breaks out into a larger one when he runs over to hug you.

HIs arms wrap around you completely, holding you tight to his body. You reciprocate, tucking your face into his neck as he whispers.

"I can't believe you're here."

"Happy birthday, my love." you whisper back, gently squeezing his waist. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

You look up and him when he pulls away, both your eyes sparkling at the sight of one another. He lets out a small laugh, still trying to comprehend the fact that you were actually there before engulfing you with another hug.

Grateful as he was to be in Malta for his birthday, he was slightly disappointed that he wouldn't get to celebrate with his close friends and family, especially since 18 was a huge milestone. Now that you were here, all those thoughts vanished without a trace.

The two of you spend the next few minutes catching up. Him asking you about your exams and you asking him about Baku.

"You can finally drink the champagne next time you win a race." You say to him, after explaining what happened in your English exam.

"I do drink the champagne, just not in front of the cameras."

"Fine. You can finally legally drink the champagne. Oh that reminds me-"

You pick up the gift from the table, handing it to him with a bashful smile. He takes the box from your hands.

"Darling, you didn't have to get me anything."

"Oh this isn't your only gift, the rest are at home." you reply. "I could only fit one in the suitcase."

"Fine, but don't complain when I get you a bunch of gifts for your birthday." he says as he unwraps the paper. Opening the flaps, he lets out a small gasp when he sees whats inside.

A small stuffed bear, holding a crocheted bottle of champagne. You look at him, waiting for a response. Although you had found thousands of bears in the shop, not one was holding a bottle of champagne. Which is why, during study breaks, you managed to crochet together a small bottle. It was by no means perfect, but it was the best you could do.

"I love it! Oh my god its perfect. I love y- it so much!" he exclaims, smoothly getting past the slight stutter.

You blushed at the comment. "I know the bottle isn't that great, but it's the best I could do."

"Its perfect, you're perfect. Thank you so much, my love."

Although he already had a growing collection of bear memorabilia, he knew immediately that this would be his favourite forever. Unless of course you decided to contribute even more, in which case everything you gifted him would hold the spot of P1.

He gets up, placing it on top of his open suitcase. "I'll take it everywhere with me." he promises.

The two of you are interrupted by a knock on the door, and a voice calling out saying that it was time for lunch.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you out, but not before quietly murmuring to you. "You've made this the best birthday ever."

Smiling in response, you get in the elevator, standing next to him, the both of you heading out to find a restaurant.

"Now tell me, why is it that you do amazing the weekend I'm not in the paddock?"

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yourusername happy birthday to the cutest guy i know ❤️

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arthurleclerc cutest guy? thats an insult, you know me!

↳ yourusername and?

olliebearman thank you my love

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prema_team guy? I think you mean bear... just look at that second picture.

↳ yourusername you are absolutely right

olliebearman do you really have no better pictures of me?

↳ yourusername i do... i think ill gatekeep for now though

[yusume-the-writer]

Valentine's Day

Decided to do this as a Valentine's Day special, hope you like it

An interesting fact that I discovered is that people who are called Valentina/Valentino/Valentim this day is like an Onomastic birthday (Birthday of someone who is named after the Saint of that day) So happy birthday Valentina/Valentino/Valentim!!!

Summary: How they react to receiving gifts from their s/o on Valentine's Day

Confused

They stand there with their eyebrows widened as they stare at the gift in their hands.

It is not a surprise for them to receive gifts at this time or even hundreds of their admirers

Sometimes it was a hassle to have so many chocolates or gifts

But receiving one of your own? It was something they hadn't imagined, but they liked the idea.

Suddenly he caresses your head and sends you a genuine smile

"Thank you" They say with that sparkle in their eyes that only you and one of the few to witness

They wouldn't mind getting a Valentine's Day gift if it was yours

Tom Knowles, Rayne Ames, Lance Crown, Wirth Mádl, Ryoh Grantz, Carpaccio Luo-Yang, Shuen Getsuku, Lance Crown

Stunned

They just stand there with wide eyes when they see you handing them a gift on Valentine's Day

Surprised and little they are stunned

They never got a Valentine's gift from anyone...unless someone stole them

But receiving a gift from you? They're a blushing mess

Without them realizing it, their face is redder than tomatoes, peppers or any other fruit/vegetable that is red.

"Everything is fine?!?" You say worried about them

"Y-yes!!! Everything is great" They manage to say trying to hide the excitement of getting something for Valentine's Day especially from their s/o

Your cuteness will someday be the death of them

Dot Barrett, Abyss Razor, Cello Morceau, Tron Morceau, Milo Genius, Cell War

Joyful

As soon as they realize that you are witnessing it on Valentine's Day, their surroundings light up

It doesn't matter if they've had a bad day or their expression is dull or they just don't show it, the air around them lights up and even seems to have flowers.

"Really for me!" They say doubtful

"Yes! Besides, today is the day to give a gift to your loved one" You say as you bring the gift to them

Suddenly they reach into your pocket and take out a gift and give it to you

"I thought the same thing" They say laughing a little at the coincidence

You can't help but laugh at the coincidence as they exchange gifts

It seems like you read each other's minds

Finn Ames, Lemon Irvine, Love Cute, Renatus Revol, Kaldo Gehenna, Lovie Rosequartz, Delisaster, Malcolm Curtis, Galuf Gargaron, Margarette Macaron, Max Land, Adam Jobs

Without expression

They just stand there while staring at their present, yet it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

They don't say anything it seems like they didn't like it at all

"If you don't like-" You try to say but suddenly they go through something in your pocket and take out a gift

"...Looks like we had the same idea" They say trying to hide the amusement in their tone as they hand it to you

"Ah! And indeed heh~" You laugh as they exchange gifts

Fate likes to play tricks on you both

Abel Walker, Tsurara Halestone, Agito Tyrone, Orter Mádl, Sophina Biblia, Domina Blowelive, Charles Contini, Lévis Rosequartz, Kenny Clark, Innocent Zero(teenager), Doom, Famin, Epidem, Malta Barrett, Mash Burnedead, Meliadoul Amy(teenager), Wahlberg Baigan(teenager), Olore Andrew, Anser Shinri

[residentraccoon]

✨ esc 2012 top ✨

for some reason I'm nostalgic for this year even though I haven't watched it back then lmao

Love them!!

1. Sweden - a classic and iirc the first esc song I've ever heard but never knew it was from esc

2. North Macedonia - outstanding, she really killed it that year ngl

3. Romania - the good old days when our representatives were always on the radio and romanian ppl supported them <3 good times

4. Serbia - just beautiful, king of balkan ballads

5. Italy - could have used more italian but aaaa love this jazzy sound

6. Bulgaria - multilanguage party song my beloved how tf didn't this qualify

7. Cyprus - so fkn catchy i la la love this

8. Iceland - greta salome being underrated at esc part 1

9. France - oh shit so many tempo changes

10. Azerbaijan - the og pretty colored long dress

11. Moldova - if title in romanian then why not romanian lyrics :( great fun song nonetheless

12. Estonia - gosh he has such a beautiful voice..

13. Spain - ohhh yesss power ballad with power vocals bring it girlll

14. Russia - old women baking bread...

15. Finland - never expected finland to send a swedish song, this is wonderful

16. Lithuania - I pretend I do not see

Like them!!

17. Ireland - jedward being jedward as usual

18. Greece - a bop!!

19. Turkey - no i won't love you back

20. Norway - hey eric saade I'll copy ur homework but nobody will notice

21. Denmark - this was so cute and emotional

22. Germany - what a sweetheart tbh

23. Hungary - ngl I lowkey dig this, it's catchy

24. San Marino - omg oKAY my guilty pleasure of this year like?? it sounds like 2005 not 2012 and that's funny as fuck

25. Ukraine - her voice doesn't match her looks, and btw flower crown !!

26. Slovenia - sounds so magical

27. Croatia - poor croatia never gets recognition :(

28. Albania - a bit too grating on my ears sorry but the story behind this is heartbreaking.. 💔

29. Bosnia Hertzegovina - it's a sweet ballad but doesn't get to the level of past bosnian entries sadly

30. Malta - a little bit too repetitive but nice vibes overall

31. Switzerland - took me 2 years to realize he was singing in english lmao

32. Belarus - we are the heroes of our time- oh wait wrong song

33. Israel - love their wacky stage presence, the song is pretty catchy too

34. Portugal - good, but i kinda ran out of stuff to say abt these kinda regular ballads

They're good

35. Georgia - this is so trashy lmao

36. Slovakia - it's solid but just a lil forgettable

37. Netherlands - they really did have a dark period of time back in the early 2010s

38. Latvia - underwhelming at best

39. Montenegro - ik it's a joke entry but really not my taste

40. UK - just a cheesy 70s ballad

Not my thing

41. Austria - too noisy and obnoxious for me i'm sorry

42. Belgium - okay looks like i fell asleep

[lovelikedestiny]

Hold me when I shatter

With cold brutality and fierce determination, the scalpel cuts through his skin, severing muscles and tendons, digging mercilessly into his flesh until it hits bones and Joe wants to scream, but no sound comes out of his mouth. Out of his mouth, which opens in an excruciating, silent cry that no one can hear. Burning fire flows through his veins, setting his body in all-consuming flames that cannot be extinguished by any water in the world.

Blood splatters, hot and red, the metallic smell impregnates the air and lets Joe suffocate, suffocate, suffocate. He cannot move, is trapped in his own body, which is now his grave: doomed for all eternity to die and come back to life to more horrific research...torture methods, never being able to find longed for peace. Nicky...Nicolo...Where's Nicolo? This question splits his mind like a scorching lightning bolt, sends electric shocks through his limbs and Joe is filled with panic that rises over him like a wave and crashes down on him with full force. He is whirled around by disgusting noises as the faceless doctor operates a bone saw. The electrical hum is replaced by the splintering sound of breaking ribs and the pain becomes overwhelming. Joe doesn't know what kind of noise is coming from his mouth, but he doesn't recognize his own voice in the suffering howl, the whimpering. It feels wrong, everything is wrong and artificial and dead. Dead like rotten wood, rotting meat that is being decomposed by maggots, rotten and withered. Nothing is immune to time, but now it is turning against them. How long must they endure this torment? Is there an escape from this cruel cycle of never-ending life? Where's Nicolo? P-Please. Despite the pain that showers down on him like caustic rain, eating its way through each of his cells and leaving behind chaos, which his body wants to repair, but cannot, because the saw cuts, cuts, cuts, his whole being is focused on Nicky. Where is his moon? The light that guides him? His safe haven? He doesn't know and that's even worse than the sight of his open rib cage, which he catches for seconds before black dots dance in his field of vision and pull him down. Lower and lower until nothing exists but darkness and his fear, his pain, his agony. Blood fills his lungs steadily like a rushing brook and finally Joe can scream, expressing the unspeakable pain as he gurgles and drowns in his own blood. Will this be their future? Doomed to drown like Quynh in her iron cage in the ocean,  to taste their own blood instead of the salty water until they get used to breathing liquid metal and living red salt. “Yusuf,” the faceless doctor says, standing threatening over him, the saw in her hand still for a tiny moment. His full name is like a whiplash, snatches the little bit of himself from him that is left to him and he wants to lash out and roar how she knows his name. That she can't use his name. "Yusuf!" His blood is dripping from the saw and the doctor is faceless and cold, for her he is just an object and that for a long time. "-suf! Yusuf, habibi, wake up!” A choked scream breaks out of his narrow throat and at first, he wants to defend himself against the hands that reach for him, but his body is faster than his mind, recognizes the familiar touch and gives up any resistance while Joe still has to find his way back to reality. He has a metallic taste in his mouth, frantically feels his upper body with trembling hands, looking for wounds that have long been healed, for cuts by scalpels and needles, saws and other instruments, each more cruel than the other. Though immortal, his body has a memory too, echoes of excruciating pain make him tense, Nicky's painful screams in his ear. His eyes sting, streams of hot tears pour down his cheeks. “Joe, you are safe. You are fine, we are fine. I have you, tesoro. I've got you.” The gentle words slowly penetrate him, the Italian accent wraps itself around his heart like soothing balm and Joe suddenly loses all strength. He collapses in himself, finds comfort in the warmth of the chest at which he is pressed. A sobbing whimper cuts through the surrounding darkness like a knife and Joe only notices that the noise is coming from his throat when Nicky begins to rock him gently in his arms and hums an old melody that Joe still likes to hear. “Nobody will hurt you here, Yusuf. I promise." Like a drowning man for whom Nicky's arms are a saving wooden plank, he clings to his lover so tightly that marks would have appeared on his fair skin if immortality hadn't washed away all injuries. He continues to hear the horrific noises of the cutting saw, the dripping of blood that doesn't stop, but he trusts Nicky with his life and more, so his mind is gradually breaking away from the nightmare. "We're in Malta, Joe," Nicky continues, as if he wanted to calm a frightened child or animal and when Joe thinks that they were nothing more than guinea pigs for the doctor in the lab, his breath catches in his throat. Nicky feels his tension and holds him tighter, holds Joe together as he threatens to fall apart and does not allow the nightmare to pull him back into a world full of pain and agony. “We are in Malta and we ate apricots and pomegranates and dates and figs yesterday. You took my hand and laughed at how sticky it was and when we kissed, I could taste the sweet juice of the fruit, the sun and the salt of the sea on your lips.” Malta. Their place of retreat, their shelter, when everything around them threatens to be washed away in the rain. A few years ago, Joe painted the railing of their little terrace blue in an attempt to capture Nicky's eye color, but he can never get Nicky on canvas the way he deserves. He remembers that Nicky then painted yellow flowers on the blue, his tongue tucked concentrated between his teeth, and the beaming smile when Nicky turned to him after finishing his task. Nicky's open smile is what Joe now clings to because that smile is only meant for him. "You had charcoal on your cheek from sketching yesterday and I removed it with my thumb." Nicky presses his lips to Joe's forehead; his arms wrap around him securely and strong. The faded fabric of Nicky's sleep shirt under Joe's cheek is wonderfully soft and he buries his nose in it, inhales the warm, familiar smell of Nicky, but doesn't dare let go of him. “I made chicken with orange sauce while you read me the Iliad. After dinner we danced in the kitchen and you said you'd bring the stars and the moon out of the sky if you could, so that my eyes would be the only thing that would light up the night.” From Joe's position he cannot see Nicky's face, but he hears the slight amusement in his voice, as well as the overwhelming affection. "And I said that it would be pretty cruel for the rest of the world because my eyes shine only for you." Joe's panicked gasp turns into frantic breathing as last night takes shape in his head: Nicky's wiry, slender figure in his arms, the irrepressible warmth in his heart as the gaze of the bright eyes was fixed on him, a kiss sweet and mild as the orange sauce that became intense and endless and moved Joe to the depths of his bones. "Are you with me?" Nicky asks in a whisper, but makes no move to release Joe from his arms, although his grip is loose and not crushing. And Joe is so immensely grateful to him that he lets Joe decide for himself whether he wants to break away from Nicky or stay pressed against him. It takes a few long seconds before Joe is sure he can answer and all he gets out of his mouth is a gasping, barely audible: "Always." Nicky makes a soft sound as a sign that he heard him. "Should I turn on the light, my heart?" "No!" Joe rasps out, wanting to stay well hidden in the dark, hidden from the cold, unnatural light of the laboratory. "No! No light! No...no light." Nicky doesn't ask him what he's been dreaming about because he knows. He waits with the greatest patience for Joe to act of his own accord or to speak while he caresses his back, presses his nose into Joe's dark curls and Joe notices how the traces of the nightmare evaporate. Only when Joe no longer has the feeling of shattering into a thousand pieces when he lets go of his only anchor does he break away from Nicky. He seeks his gaze, despite the fact that his face must look terrible from crying and his hands, which reach for Nicky, are still shaking. Nicky's fingers, slender and sinewy, perfectly made for bows and sniper rifles, wrap tightly and securely around his, exerting a comfortable, grounding pressure. The Italian's eyes seem to glow, bright and warm, in the silvery moonlight falling through a gap between the curtains, although one could expect the color of his eyes would make his gaze feel cold. "I ..." He starts, suddenly not knowing what he wants to say. The words are too heavy for his tongue and he fears that he will suffocate on them. "Nicky, I...it...” "Don't," Nicky interrupts whispering the sentence, which Joe doesn't even know how to end. “Don't apologize for healing, Joe. Never for it and not for less." He lifts Joe's right hand, turns it and kisses the bared palm, then every fingertip. The touch of his lips is just gossamer like the flap of a butterfly's wings and Joe wants, needs more.

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[etreangel]

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[youarejesting]

BTS365 Prompt.Week25

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Please tag me in your work if you use my prompts. I want to see your work. Ever your Jester.

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Kim Seokjin - panic @absoluteyoongit (I am so sorry I didn’t get to post it on your birthday, but still Happy Birthday my love)

You were at the BTS concert. It took all your savings, a countdown timer and quick refresh skills and you had scored mosh pit tickets. The concert was amazing. The fans were shrieking, pressing you to the gates and you were a little annoying. Until you were actually elbowed in the face by a fan during Dionysus. 

You fell forward over the gate and was grabbed by security, passing out with an apology. 

You woke to ice to your neck, you were sat hunched forward, hands holding your shoulders and chin. 

You blinked sitting up noticing the two medics were holding a bloody rag to your nose and you apologized taking the cloth and holding it. 

"How are you feeling?" The woman asked. 

"Uh my head hurts, some girl elbowed me during Dionysus, but I guess you couldn't blame her it's a really good song," it was awfully quiet and you had a nervous sick feeling, "what time is it, am I okay? I don't want to miss the concert"

"It is over," she said and you frowned.

"No it can't be over, I paid so much and I didn't get to even see them perform their new songs"

"I am sorry, but the concert is over, you can head home if you are ready just follow the exit signs," she said quietly you nodded holding your emotions in. 

You grabbed your small bag and stepped out the infirmary, tears starting to flow. Following the exit signs the further away you got the more you broke down. 

Until you bumped into someone re-injuring your nose and fell back onto your behind, openly crying as you sat like a child, shirt all bloody and nose bleeding once more. 

"Oh I'm so sorry" the voice said, it was soft and unsure, "I didn't mean to hurt you?"

A figure crouched in front of you and tilted your head a little to look you over, "Are you badly hurt?"

"I missed the concert," you sobbed and wiped your eyes, “I used all my money for the best seat in the house but I was knocked out. I didn't get to see any of their new songs.” 

"Hey shh, neoneun neui jigu, nege nan just a moon, me mameul baikyeojuneun neoui jageun byeol, neoneun naui jigu and all I see is you," he sang and you looked up to see the Kim Seokjin kneeling in front of you holding his handkerchief to your nose and smiling. 

The only appropriate response was for panic to set in. 

Min Yoongi - picnic

You were planning to have a picnic with your boyfriend of many years when he called and said he wasn’t able to attend but everything sounded suspicious especially the woman giggling in the background. So here you sat in the parking lot of a hotel with a picnic basket full of homemade snacks 

You entered the lobby and made the trek to the front desk. The young man at the front desk looked up and laughed at your light sky blue sundress, mismatched red coat and picnic basket. “Hello, little red riding hood, how can I help you?”

“I am looking for my boyfriend,” you said seriously, giving him the name and his face fell looking at your concerned face. “Are you sure he is at this hotel, maybe I spelt his name wrong.”

“The idiot used my credit card, I know he is here with another woman. You will give me the key to the room I paid for.”

“With pleasure little red, I will come with you purely for your protection.” He grabbed the keys and sprung over the desk shouting “I am on lunch, Mister Seokjin!”

The two of you took the elevator up to the fourteenth floor, where he asked you about you and your partner. He asked you all sorts of questions and generally being nosey but he was funny.

“Who rents a room at midday to cheat on someone, psychopaths, I am glad you found out now before you got murdered or something.” Making you laugh and taking your mind off the present issues regarding your cheating and lying boyfriend. 

“Listen little red, I finish work in less than thirty minutes. Let’s go on this picnic” He gave a cheeky smile showing all his pink gums. And for a moment you were happy with what had happened.

Jung Hoseok - sauntering

Hoseok was walking leisurely through Malta trying to find some souvenirs for the other boys. It was a hot day and he had lost Namjoon in a crowd, the music pulled Hoseok and when he looked back he was alone with only one cameraman. That’s when he saw you working at a restaurant, weaving through tables while dancing to the street music. 

You moved so elegantly rolling your head to the side while placing plates down at the tables. You didn’t walk, you glided slowly captivating him, every movement was so simple and yet looked like you were an angel floating and inch above the ground. 

In a way he was right, your six-inch heels kept you lighter than air on your feet and yet never let you touch the ground. Your hips swinging in figure eights exaggeratedly and seductively but it was your natural gait. 

He adjusted his collar and hat and went to saunter over letting his body move to the music in hopes to impress you like some nature documentary where the male species must impress the female with their moves. 

Kim Namjoon - juggling

The circus seemed like a fun idea, he thought the other members would enjoy the stunts and jokes and more. They were only in town for a week so he knew he had to get it over and done with before they missed out. It was a carefree night filled with ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ but then she appeared in a sparkly crimson leotard her lips as red as her outfit and she moved with grace to the music. 

Lowered from the ceiling she unravelled herself like a present and he watched her move the lights hitting her figure just right casting a silhouette onto the back of the tent, she rolled her hips and danced on pointed to kicking her legs and she began juggling three became four became five, six, seven and she spun and danced never dropping a single one. 

She started juggling both hands above her head and she slid into the splits and caught all the balls raising both hands into the air. He would be back. 

Park Jimin - Daylight (this will become a story but the details of the scene and how the reader finds the elevator might be different) 

You were being chased by a young woman trying to take your bag, you took a wrong turn in a shopping mall’s parking lot followed by at least four more until you reached an old abandoned floor below the basement you could hear her coming and you looked around finding a door with a faint glowing keypad, you pressed each number four times. 

1,1,1,1. No.

2,2,2,2. No.

3,3,3,3. No.

4,4,4,4. Beep. Yes, the reset sequence works on most old pin code machines. You snuck inside and it locked behind you.

Inside the room was kind of dark, you saw small glowing arrows one pointing up the other down, pressing the down arrow the doors opened and light poured in. 

It was an elevator and it looked like it was in good condition, stepping inside you pressed the button and headed down. What you saw shocked you; it was like an artificial world. It seemed to go on for a fairway, you could just see walls in the distance but there were lights that created an artificial daylight. 

The roof had screens showing a fake sky, there must have been UV lights as the trees and vegetation were growing well. Then of course there was the elevator shaft you were in, the further you went down the more you saw, animals and buildings and people. 

They turned to you watching the elevator come to a stop each holding weapons, it was then you noticed how big this underground ecosystem was and on top of that, the people were all handsome young men. 

They all looked scared of you except one. Jimin looked at you curiously. He had never seen anything like you before, what were you, you looked like him and yet different?

Kim Taehyung - ring

Taehyung’s ears were damaged and he barely had any hearing left all except for the constant ringing. He decided to just use sign language and live his life that is until he met you. You were like a breath of fresh air and you could sign a small hearing aid in your ear brightly colored for your own enjoyment and for others to notice. 

Jeon Jungkook - writer

Jungkook took his monthly wage and ran through the town, he passed a man with a long scar down his face which vaguely reminded him of the king. His thoughts were interrupted by a bearded man hitting him over the head with his fishing pole and Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and punched him. 

The scuffle didn’t take long, as both parties had yielded blaming the man with the scar. Jungkook continued on his way and finally arrived at the postal service. 

“Any letters for me Jimin?”

“None today,” he smiled, “you here to send another?”

“Only the best for my pretty flower.”

“What would you like it to say?”

“My dearest…” Jungkook poured his heart out and Jimin wrote it for him. And the letter was sealed and Jimin grinned, taking the small silver coin and handing back a few even bronze ones. 

[propertyofwicked]

Could you do an a-z for dating dean please? I loved tom’s! 😍

i really enjoy writing these :) ive got a george one requested so i will be doing that later. hope you enjoy this one anon :)

a - argue

like the mature adults you guys are, any argument results in silent treatment till one of you realises your fault and apologises. sometimes it takes other people to point out your mistakes, but in the end you would talk it out, make compromises and understand your differences. a little goes along way with you and dean.

b - body (his favourite body part of yours)

dean likes your hands. he likes how they move to cup his face when you kiss, he likes how your fingers move effortlessly across your keyboard when you’re typing, he likes how they wrap around things ;) he likes how they fit perfectly in his and he likes how they run over the surface of his back.

c - care (caring for each other when you’re sick)

you both spend a lot of time away from each other, as he is away filming a lot and you are at uni or doing coursework. when you do get to spend time together and it happens that someone is ill, you’re still going to spend as much time together as physically possible. you’ll spend the day in bed, wrapped up warm. If you’re ill, dean wants to treat you like a queen. under no circumstances are you to leave the bed, unless it’s for the toilet, and even then, he keeps an eye on you to make sure you don’t pass out on the way. he’ll cook you food and bring you painkillers as often as needed. when he’s ill, you’ll do mostly the same, perhaps try and move him to the sofa or go for a walk for some fresh air.

d - dates (what do you guys do?)

to the start of your relationship, dean preferred to take you on high key fancy restaurants, but once you were comfortable settled together you’d go on cafe dates in-between lectures or just stay home and watch movies with some takeaway food.

e - engagements (how he proposed) 

dean had taken you to venice for your birthday, and spent the entire week spoiling you,as he usually would much to your protests. on the last night before you flew home, you went for dinner and on the way home, he took you to a cute little bridge, tucked away from the main town. whilst you were distracted by the stars appearing in the orange sky, he got down on one near and called out your name to gain your attention.

f - friends and family (do they like you/him?)

his parents loved you. his mum and you often cooked together whenever you visited for dinner, or you and his dad would talk about politics or the football. His little sister liked having a female around that was closer to her age, you were more of her friend than her sister-in-law. your parents liked dean, he was the most respectable boy you’d ever dated and they could see how happy he made you. out of each of your friendship groups, you both were the longest to be single, so your friends were just happy to see you not crying over some failed fling.

g - gifts

as dean was away for filming a lot, he often wanted to remind you of how much he loved you by getting flowers delivered to your house and when he was done filming, he’d sometimes brought back bits of set or props that he thought you would like. being a broke student meant that sometimes the only gift you could send would be some lovely photos specially for him ;)

h - how you met

often, your uni would use it’s rooms to host interviews for press tours, or q&a halls. the uni offered pay for a group of people to set up the rooms and pack up at the end so you volunteered. tt was here you ran into george and dean as it was a 1917 q&a. they were lost so you helped direct them to the room they needed to be in. dean actively stalked you down after the interview and asked if you’d want to go for coffee with him and you hit it off from there.

i - intimacy (how often are yall getting down)

whenever, wherever. he’s down. the amount of time you spend apart just builds up your need to be together, so you grasp at any chance you can to be physically intimate with one another. it’s when you’re bored of a tv program, or he’s wearing a suit, you get the gist.

j - jealousy

you get fairly jealous as dean works around and with a lot of people you believe to be better, prettier, that yourself. as much as dean reassures you, you can’t help yourself from wondering if he’d ever leave you for one of the actress he work with. dean doesn’t tend to be massively jealous, but the more time he spends away from you, the more jealous he gets. he fears that you will find someone who can be in your life more permanently and physically than he can.

k - kinks

dean likes edging/control. he loves to see you struggle to contain your release until he says so, and he loves to take you beyond the point of pleasure till you’re literally begging to cum.

l - long distance

with dean working away so much, long distance gets hard. Sometimes he manages to come home for the weekend, but he could be gone for 3 months at a time. every night, you facetime or call each other whilst just going about your daily routine together, as if he was there. just hearing each others voices daily was enough to keep you going till you saw each other again.

m - moving in

there was never really a point where you moved in with him. your stuff just started manifesting it’s way into his house, to the extent you’d spend ages searching your room for it only to realise you’d left it at dean’s. once you were going into your second year at university, you’d been with dean for almost a year and he just kind of suggested that you live with him to avoiding massive bills for uni halls, but everyone knew it was a ploy to be able to spend more time with you.

n - nights out

as a student, nights out were key to social engagements. so, your group of uni friends and their partners would head out to a local pub and spend the evening chatting drinking or playing darts. you’d both stumble home at the early hours and wake up several hours later with a pounding hangover.

o - open with each other

whilst he was away, it was hard to be fully open with each other, knowing that anything bothering you would just upset each other further as you couldn’t be with each other at the time. once he was home, however, it was easy to spend hours wrapped up together talking about anything that was on your mind.

p - pda

neither of you are particularly into massive displays due to the public eye being on you more often than not, but a simple hand hold or peck didn’t go amiss. dean preferred to save all of his affection for home, where he could properly show you how much you meant to him.

q - questions (what you talk about late at night?)

let’s be honest, you would go into any massively deep conversation it’d be more along the lines of “how was your day? what did you do?  did I ever tell you about the time that...” but it was the small moment s like that that counted.

r - reproduction (do you want kids?)

not at this point in time, as it is the start of your careers and you’re both pretty young but you had discussed it a little. if it was to happen by surprise, you’d both embrace it but one day down the line you fully plan to have atleast a child if not more.

s - surprising (what surprised you about him)

the simplicity of his happiness. it doesn’t take much to make dean smile, or let out a little laugh but every time he did you feel a surge of happiness rush through yourself. to see him happy made you happy, so you’d strive to do that as much as humanly possible.

t - together (what you do together)

you guys like watching movies, which isnt surprising given the nature of deans job. you also like to spend quite a lot of time in the bedroom ;)

u - under the influence (drunk vibes)

it was rather common that you’d be out separately, you out with uni mates or him with co stars. drunk calls were the best, both of you becoming the funniest people alive whilst intoxicated. when he chose to stay home and you’d make you way back, fumbling to get the keys in the lock subsequently waking him up, he’d come to you and put you in bed. he’d make sure there was a glass of water and painkillers and a bowl near your head. you’d do the same, but drunk dean is flirty dean and whilst you were trying to change him into sleepable clothing, he’d make comments like “at least by me dinner first”

v - vacations

a lot of your holidays were spent on set with him, but sometimes you’d go abroad to malta or somewhere remote. you preferred quiet, adventure holidays than expensive beach holidays.

w - wedding

you had the cutest wedding ever. it was in this converted barn, with both your families and friends attending and the reception was basically a massive party in very fitting taste for you and dean.

x - xray (when he’s hurt)

dean injured himself on set of 1917, where he slipped down a trench and twisted his ankle fairly bad. because of it, he was sent home for two weeks to recuperate, where you literally tended to his every need. you brought him food, drink, medication and care to the point where he literally had to make you spend time on your other work rather than him for some time. normally it would just end in you falling asleep, cuddling on the sofa, in your living room.

y - you (a random headcanon) 

you’d had a long and bad day at uni, so you came home stressed out of your mind, muscled tensed and a pounding headache. the moment you stepped foot into the flat, you bag dropped to the floor and shoes kicked to the side, you walked into the living room where dean looked up at you and sent you a small smile. he noticed the fatigue in your eyes and posture, moving to pat his lap for you to sit on. You found your way onto his lap, legs wrapping around his waist as he moved to lay down. you hands moved under his back to hold him properly and one of his arms snaked around your waist, the other moving to brush a hand through your hair. his head lifted up slightly to press a kiss onto the top of your head.

“bad day?”

“very. but it’s slightly better now.”

“you’re very welcome babygirl”

z - zzzzzzzzzzzz’s (sleeping routine)

dean would be in bed before you every night without fail as you’d be sat doing coursework till late. but he always stayed awake till you made your way into the room and held out his arms for you to climb into and rest your head on his chest. his hands would go straight to your hair and brush through them softly, lulling you into a deep sleep that he too would fall into soon after you.

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

How do I feel about Eurovision 2020 songs, shortly summarized.

Albania: every telenovela wants this as its soundtrack now

Armenia: ritch bitch raps intimidatingly about how she wants to "chainsaw you", adds a lot of hi-hats

Australia: clown ballerina being hurdled around by anxiety

Austria: when everyone forgets you, bring on a banger. trust me, it works

Azerbaijan: San Marino did it better

Belarus: that's just a nickelback store "Like It"

Belgium: that one song you hear in the movie during a grim scene that you forget the name of

Bulgaria: the one song Billie Eilish wished she wrote

Croatia: so generic it's hard to remember

Cyprus: it's titled "Running" to influence gym people to run on treadmills faster

Czech Republic: where begone the trumpets?! :(

Denmark: the summer love song written by the campfire

Estonia: the unexplored angle of being a boyband solo reject

Finland: if it was a color it'd be faint seagreen... because it's too okay to have any meaning

France: how many keychanges until I lose my will to live?

Georgia: how do I want you to make khinkali like a Georgian

Germany: wanting some of those Luca Hänni royalties

Greece: the quality of this song is like that cat stuck in the tree, but no one cared to save it

Iceland: SWEATERS! DISCO! CUTE SONG ABOUT CHILD!

Ireland: Avril Lavigne meets P!nk meets Disney Channel

Israel: when Amharic is not just for satanic Twitter memes

Italy: once in a while it's excused they didn't choose anything other than some male heartstrings-tugging ballad

Latvia: that dubstep drop you forgot to delete from your computer in 2010

Lithuania: middle aged man contemplates being middle aged, dances, dances some more

Malta: when X Factor runs out of inspirational background music

Moldova: genetically modified Sergey Lazarev's Eurovision entries

The Netherlands: you don't know how good is it until it kicks off that one last chorus

North Macedonia: walk into the club like wait nevermind can I go home

Norway: what's a Eurovision without a female powerballad... wait nevermind, she doesn't scream, jury can't vote this

Poland: sorry but Billie Eilish did record a Bond theme while being 17, and she didn't even need to sound very Bond-sy either

Portugal: a garden full of love, flowers, and occasional pixie dust

Romania: Bulgaria's confused sister

Russia: "Mom I want a latino club banger!" "We have latino club banger at home *chugs vodka*"

San Marino: if Ralph Siegel was asked to re-write "What's the Pressure"

Serbia: what if I told you that Sanja Vučić is the Terminator

Slovenia: here's a way to make Iceland 2017 more boring and time-wasting

Spain: when you're asking for forgiveness from that one bae that doesn't even care about you

Sweden: and you said they'll never send women!

Switzerland: the ultimate sadboi

Ukraine: takes the baton from Tulia for to continue the tradition of starting cults from folklore culture

United Kingdom: when everyone only comes for Wim Hof but doesn't vote the UK anyway because he's not allowed on stage

[fallennebulae]

40 random stuff about me

Hey, everyone! How is it hangin’? Since it has roughly been three years since I first joined the platform, I decided to do tell you 60 random stuff about me, so that we can finally get to know each other a bit better! Let’s begin!

1. Where did you grow up?

I grew up in Palaio Faliro, a small suburb near the sea, in Athens, Greece.

2. Where do you currently live?

Well, I’m still living in Palaio Faliro :)

3. Who is your first best friend?

Through the years, I’ve made lots of friends and at the same time I lost many friends. I only started making serious friendships at the age of 12. So, my first actual best friend is Mary! We still hang out whenever we can :)

4. How tall are you?

I’m  5 ft 0.24 in tall [153 cm]

5.Dogs or Cats?

Dogs!

6. Funniest moment throughout high school?

I can’t recall sth funny from my high school years :(

7. What year were you born?

2000

8. Are you in/have you gone to college?

Yes, I’m halfway through my second year at University! I’m in the Archival, Librarian and Information Studies department.

9. What is your favorite drink?

Hot chocolate

10. What is your spirit animal and why?

My spirit animal is a deer. I guess that’s because I have the ability to be vigilant, move quickly and trust my instincts to get out the trickiest situations. I am highly sensitive and have a strong intuition. By affinity with this animal, I have the power to deal with challenges with grace. I master the art of being both determined and gentle in my approach.

11. You’re wearing perfume, what scent is it?

Right now, I am heavily obsessed with Sexy Amber by Michael Kors. It smells like amber wrapped in sandalwood and layered with white flowers [jasmine in specific, if I am not mistaken]

12. Tea or Coffee?

Tea

13. What are your life goals?

Study and then work as much as I can so that one day I won’t have to depend on anyone except for myself.

14. What sports do you play or have you played?

When I was a teenager, I used to play table tennis. I stopped at the age of 17.

15. Have any books you read changed your life?

Yep. Pollyana by Eleanor Porter is a book that has changed my life. Basically, it kind of taught me to see the bright side in everything and how to make things work out no matter the situation.

16. What is your favorite movie?

Disney’s Brave

17. Who are your favorite YouTubers?

Zoella and MessYourself

18. Do you speak any languages and how well?

I can speak Greek, which is my native language. Apart from that, I can speak English at a decent level I guess, and then I know a bit of French and Spanish.

19. Are you single or taken?

Single

20. What is your idea of your dream date?

I’ve never really thought about it tbh. I guess spending the night at home, watching movies and snuggling in each other’s arms

21. How long was your longest relationship?

I’ve never had one

22. How would you describe your fashion sense?

That depends, I guess. I really love the emo/pastel emo fashion. For some people it’s terrible, for me it’s perfect 

23. What is your go-to hairstyle?

Messy bun

24. How many siblings do you have? 

One younger sister

25. What is your go-to fast food order?

1 cheeseburger and a medium-sized cola

26. Do you use a PC or a Mac?

I’m a proud PC user huehuehue

27. Your most memorable vacation memory?

I was very young when I last wen on vacation, so nothing comes to mind tbh

28. What are your morning, evening routines?

Get up, have some coffee/ tea, study, read manga, comics, and books, draw a bit, write one of my books, ya know stuff like that

29. Do you have any bad habits?

I’m quite violent towards myself when stressed and sad, sometimes without even noticing

30. Tell us one thing about you that we wouldn’t know?

I love dunk memes

31 What is your favorite Netflix show?

Stranger Things

32. What is the craziest thing you have done?

I have smoked once, does that count? :p

33. What is your favorite genre of film and why?

Comedy I’d say because I really love having a good laugh every now and then

34. What was your dream job as a kid?

When I was a kid, I really wanted to be a vet!

35. What is your coffee order?

One latte, double, with 2 cubes of sugar

36. Have you moved from home, where to and how was the experience?

I have moved houses several times, yes. We changed areas twice [when I was little] and then we actually stayed in houses in the area I currently live in. After the first two times, I just felt emotionally exhausted

37. Have you ever failed at anything and what did you learn?

Well, my exams in the first semester at Uni, last year. Out of the five subjects, I only passed the two. What I learned is to fight harder for my goals and not to let any distractions ruin my plans

38. How many countries have you traveled to?

I have traveled to Malta with my parents!

39. Who is your celebrity crush?

John Deacon from Queen. He’s so cuteeee

40. What are your pet peeves?

People who chew with their mouth open

So, um, that’s basically it! If there’s something else you’d like to know about me, you could write it down in the comments or even send me an ask!

[andersongill202]

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[thebibliomancer]

50 More Days of Comics! 46/50: The Wedding of Popeye & Olive #1 (1999)

This is weird beyond words.

Popeye has a full head of hair??

What other weird oddities are hiding beneath the poorly understood surface, what Deepest Lore does the sailor man hide, not know to the wider public?

A lot! Popeye lore is a little bonkers!

Lets get into it!

Here’s one. Popeye wasn’t Olive’s first boyfriend. There was a guy called Ham Gravy or Harold Hamgravy who was the main character of the Thimble Theater comic strip (which eventually became Thimble Theater starring Popeye and then just Popeye).

He was Olive’s fiancee but also a slacker who often had eyes for other women if they were rich because he wanted to get rich quick and easy without working for it.

But apparently during his absence from Olive’s life, he has hit it rich and now dresses like a Texan millionaire.

Ham: “Honest, Olive... I never understood what you saw in him... He’s not as good-looking as me, or as rich as me, or as successful as me, or as well-dressed as me-”

Olive, pausing from upending an entire box of chocolates into her mouth: “Wait! -- Back up! Did you say... ‘rich’? You’re... rich?”

Ham: “Oh, yeah! I made huge investments in the stock market!”

Olive, with $ for eyes: “They all paid off?”

Ham: “Well... no... They all crashed! But, my dad got so mad, that when he was yelling at me about ‘em, his brain exploded and I inherited his millions!

“So whattaya say, Olive? Let me do right by you. Marry me! It’s more than that one-eyed sailor ever did for you!”

Olive, still $ for eyes: “Ham, Ham! -- Thi$ i$ $o sudden! What el$e can I $ay but, of cour$e!”

-sees picture of Popeye- “Of... of course... -- NOTTT! I’m... I’m sorry, Ham... I can’t...”

Aww. She loves her sailor man.

Ham accepts this gracefully.

Because he preemptively hired a goon to kidnap her, expecting her to say no.

That’s gracefully, right?

Also, I didn’t really have many thoughts about Olive Oyl prior to this. I had this sense that she’s one of the archetypal gets-kidnapped-so-she-can-be-rescued characters. But she is a delight in this scene.

And yes, she does immediately get kidnapped. But she has a lot of character in this conversation.

Elsewhere, Popeye accidentally saves a Just Married couple when the brake in their car fails. Which he does by standing on the dock, not paying attention, because he found a Jeep (a weird magic creature) stopping to smell the dock flowers and was worried it would get into an ‘askidenk’ not paying attention.

Also:

Popeye: “Ya may be a Jeep, but ya ain’t no car!”

Hah.

The married couple thank Popeye for saving them, by standing on the dock not paying attention so that their runaway car crashed into him, which he didn’t notice, sending them flying safely through the air into the ocean. The bride tells him that he’ll make a wonderful husband for some lucky girl someday.

And this puts him in an introspective mood about marriage.

Popeye: “Marich! A man takin’ a wife... T’sa big step Eugene! Marich... Me an’ Olive, we kin be good t’gedder! -- But I dunno... she can be so... so Olive! Sometimes I wonder.. will Olive ‘n me ever gets t’be hitched?”

But he done introspected in the right location if he wanted answers for his rhetorical questions. Because Jeeps can tell the future! Just go with it! And when Popeye asks whether he and Olive will ever get married, Eugene the Jeep bends over and waves his tail three times which means “Signs point to yes.”

Being no dummy, Popeye asks follow up questions and learns that he and Olive are going to get married soon and not next year or next week but TOMORROW, THE JEEP IS NEVER WRONG!

Popeye: “Then I gots’ta propose, ‘cause if we gets married widdout me proposin’, it ain’t gonna be offiskal! I kin not waits t’tell Olive! I kin jusk hear her muksical voice sayin’ --”

Olive, being kidnapped: “NOOOOO!”

Popeye: “I wuz kinda hopin’ for a yes...”

Hah.

Before Popeye can respond to Olive being kidnapped, goon-napped, gravy-napped, Bluto bursts through the dock. Popeye tries to knock him out but even though he punches the guy many times, he can’t wipe the smile off his face.

Winded and having run “outta soks in me sok drawer” which is an amazing turn of phrase relying entirely on comic book sound effects, Popeye wonders whats going on here.

Bluto: “Things’ve changed, Popeye! Y’see... I found the Wiffle Hen.. and rubbed her head!”

Popeye: “No!”

Bluto: “YESSSS!”

Popeye Deepest Lore is so wild.

Anyway, Bluto punches Popeye across town and then swims out to Ham Gravy’s boat. Wherein he promptly takes over Ham Gravy’s evil plan.

Ham wanted to go to his hideaway in Malta but Bluto was only going along with the plan because Ham could get him the boat he needed. And instead they’re going to Spinachania, the Kingdom of King Blozo, where most of the world’s spinach apparently comes from.

Olive: “I thought his country was called Nazilia!”

Bluto: “Nah... they changed it ‘cause Nazis kept showin’ up!”

... Welp.

Anyway, Bluto is going to eat all the spinach he can, steal what he can’t eat, and then burn the kingdom down. And then he’s going to marry Olive.

Ham: “I’m... I’m sorry, Olive... This hasn’t gone at all as I had planned... I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me!”

Olive: -pounds him into the deck like a nail-

Ham: “-- I’ll take that as a maybe...”

Meanwhile, Wimpy tries to get free hamburgers by claiming that it would be a charitable act and thus tax deductible. Old Man Geezil has finally had enough of this nonsense and is about to stab Wimpy when Popeye falls out of the sky on top of him.

Popeye promptly tries to hire a crew to help him save Olive but since he has nineteen cents to his name, everybody turns him down. Everybody but Wimpy.

Wimpy: “In the interest of our long association, I will sail with you today for a hamburger on Tuesday!”

Awww, Wimpy!

So Popeye sends Wimpy to find a ship (who steals Geezil’s, geez no wonder the man hates him) while he rounds up the ‘fambly’ Olive’s brother Castor Oyl, Olive’s parents Nana and Cole Oyl, Popeye’s reprobate dad Poopdeck Pappy, Swee’ Pea, Alice the Goon, and of course Eugene the Jeep.

On the trip, Popeye explains some Deepest Lore to Wimpy and whoever in the audience. Spinach helps Popeye be strong but rubbing the head of the Wiffle Hen years ago is what made it so nothing can hurt him, apparently.

And he deduces that since Bluto is taking pages out of his book, that he’ll be headed to get all the spinach from Spinachania and then there might be no stopping him.

Meanwhile, Spinachania and the king is having an anxiety attack. He just knows something bad is going to happen. AND HE’S RIGHT, THE KINGDOM IS UNDER ATTACK.

King Blozo: “I knew it! How many attackers? A thousand? -- A million??!”

A general: “Two, sire... B-but they’re annihilating our army!! It’s kind of embarrassing, really--”

And Bluto and Ted the Goon are indeed just kind of stomping the entire army.

They arrive at the Royal Spinach Field but when Bluto goes to grab the spinach, it THWIP!s underground. Like in a cartoon when a mole or gopher or something yoinks a vegetable underground.

But its not mole or gopher or something, its Popeye and he’s eaten all the spinach he yoinked so he’s real roided out.

Popeye rips the bag off Bluto’s back, freeing Olive and the Wiffle Hen.

Bluto calls for Ted the Goon to assist him but Ted has gone and fallen in love with Alice the Goon off-panel and now they’re having a picnic.

So Popeye and Bluto punch each other in the same pose for hours. Yes, really.

And Olive has an idea how to break the stalemate.

Bluto, looking tired: “... I don’t get it... I’m bigger’n you! Tougher’n you! I ate the spinach... rubbed the Wiffle Hen’s head -- an’ as long as the magic of the Wiffle Hen exists, I’ll still be able to-”

Cue Wimpy wandering by with a drumstick remarking how delicious rare magical birds are.

And while Bluto is panicking about not being super-invulnerable anymore, Popeye socks him in the gut. And he tries to sock Popeye back but it makes a KLONG! like punching metal and hurts Bluto’s hand.

He panics that Popeye shouldn’t be super-invulnerable anymore either.

Popeye: “I don’t needs t’be!  ‘Cause I yam what I yam an’ thass all that I yam!”

And then he punches Bluto into the sky.

Popeye then finds out that the Wiffle Hen is fine and wonders what happened so that he was able to beat Bluto if they were both super-invulnerable.

Poopdeck Pappy suggests that confidence is the real super power and that Popeye always has confidence in all things.

Popeye: “Not all... not in th’ one t’ing I shudda had all these years! But I’m fixin’ that... right now!”

And then he proposes to Olive (with a cigar band in lieu of a ring) and she immediately accepts.

Awww!

For a comic titled the Wedding of Popeye and Olive, the actual wedding only takes up the last two pages.

King Blozo marries them. There’s a gag where after they kiss, Popeye’s pipe has wound up in Olive’s mouth. And then she throws the bouquet.

And the Sea Hag of all people catches it. And immediately starts chasing Wimpy to marry him.

The Sea Hag: “Wait! I caught the bouquet!”

Wimpy: “And I’m catching the next plane out of town! -- Happy honeymoon, Popeye and Olive! I’ll drop you a line from wherever I’m hiding!!”

So that was the Wedding of Popeye and Olive and it was funny and it was cute and it has given me a new appreciation for the characters.

Thank you, box of mystery. I never would have read this without you.

[baekchelor]

Baekhyun ,Malta(italy) or Melbourne australia

In seek of vanishing from the world, escape from the bad decisions of your life and the upcoming “I do” you feared to speak out loud within four months, you scurried yourself away to a small island in the Mediterranean. Malta. 

He was there under similar reasons. Whereas, instead of escaping from a fiancé, he carved a break from his busy schedule and the public eye. He wore floral Gucci shirts, hid in a farmhouse in Gharb* and devoted himself to songwriting. You’ve seen him once, the day you arrived, as he strolled down the plaza while you enjoyed a gelato, sunglasses covering your stare. At every step he took, the musicians by the fountain, the flower boy beside his bicycle, the waiter at the café next door, all greeted him or waved at him. Ever so polite, he beamed at every single one of them.

When a wild wave pushed you into his arms two days later, you believed it was just a mere coincidence. Later, when you caught glances of the bright, floral shirts almost everywhere you went, you discovered it was a makeshift of destiny. The name was Byun Baekhyun, he was 26, and you ran into him countless times until the shy smiles you gifted each other turned into a cheerful “Good Morning,” when both ordered a caffè leggero at Noona’s coffee shop.

He was loud and silly, and so incredibly charming you couldn’t deny to his offer to join him for breakfast. A breakfast that transformed into brunches at the plaza, early boat rides, fishing excursions and several other excuses to spend time together. To your surprise, you found yourself constantly marvelling over the boy. It was breathtaking, how the sun bathed his skin when you were barefoot at the beach, how moonlight caressed his factions as he laughed at his own jokes when you dinned in the docks —and how stars reflected in his eyes every time he looked at you, a smile invariably playing on his lips.

Days with him became a habit, although the activities were never the same. He was your first thought in the mornings and your last at nights, even your dreams revolved around him. Baekhyun’s company made time fly but as lovable as the minutes shared with him was, the clock ticked quicker and hence, the date of the already fearful return, scarier. Although you’ve pondered over your choice and if it was right or wrong before, involuntary Byun Baekhyun pushed you to reconsider the ring on your finger. Because your fiancé, no matter how charismatic, had never ignited sparks when you touched. He had never, ever, made your heart flip under his gaze. And Baekhyun? He managed all that and more.

One week prior to your flight back home, Baekhyun invited you over to his farmhouse to go peach picking and share a picnic. A blue tablecloth was spread across the field so you could drink Italian soda, mimosas and eat the few snacks Baek has [attempted to] prepare.

Smiling up at him, you grab a peach from the basket and hand it to him, fingertips brushing slightly.

“I’m such an idiot,” he says, shaking his head but still wearing a smile. With a frown scattered across your forehead, you give him a questioning look. “I had it all planned out. But I’m an idiot and now you’re leaving in a couple days.”

“Planed out?” you ask quietly.

Baekhyun entwines your hands together, shakily. His eyes shut as he speaks, “To make you fall in love with me. I wanted you with me and I figured I…could make you love me before you left. Before we never saw each other again,” he confesses, chest rising and falling in agony.

“That’s why I’m stupid, you see?” his voice breaks.

A single tear rolls down your flushed cheeks as you pull away from the grasp of his hand, to carefully cup his face. He leans into the touch, sighing out loud. “You stupid, silly boy. I love you. I love you with all my heart.”

With lids still close, Baekhyun shakes his head again, regrettably, “You’ve only known me for a couple weeks—”

“So what?” you interject. “I’ve known him for years and never felt anything remotely close to what I feel for you, Baekhyun.”

“And yet he’s your—“

“I’ll break the engagement. I’m yours. If you want me, I-I’m yours.“

“What?” Baekhyun is baffled.

“I-I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Then be mine,” he whispers, clutching your hand away from his face to bring it up to his lips. He places a kiss on your knuckles. “I want a life with you. So the past days morph into the rest of my life, of our lives —together.”

"Then let’s do it,” you murmur,  forehead pressed to his. “I still have to go back and explain this out to him and my family and—”

He nods, “I’ll wait for you. Right here on this island and then I’ll take you to Seoul with me,“ he promises, smiling so brightly you swear you’re looking at the freaking sun. "Only i-if you’d like that, of course.”

“I would,” and then his lips crash against yours. Finally. Your mischievous hands are buried beneath his soft locks of brown hair, his mouth electric, every nerve ending in your body a live wire. Baekhyun lowers you onto the tablecloth, kissing patterns all over your face before he plants a final kiss onto your temple. Then, he holds you close, his breath misting in your ear as he murmurs how your future promises to be. Forever.

*Gharb is a village located at the westernmost point of the island of Gozo, Malta.

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“In my younger years, it must have been in the early 1830s, when I was awaiting promotion in Malta, myself and a few fellows took to amateur play productions in our free time. The most memorable role I recall playing was Fadladinida, the Queen of Queerummania. Oh, it was a delight, and we drew quite a crowd, too. Every evening, we received many flowers and hearty cheers as we bowed for the crowd,” Fitzjames reminisces cheerfully, a good mood about him for once.

He isn’t quite sure what prompts him to go on. “I still recall the heavy corset and dress I had to be helped into before every show. So many layers of silken fabric, and the impossible lacings of the corset which I could not tighten myself; most of the time it was near impossible to breathe in it. But it was a delight.”

James should quite like to stop talking now. “Sir John has packed with us a crate of all kinds of delightful costumes and clothing, should we ever require them for leisure activities. There are a few old dresses in the crate, as I’ve come to find out. They are slightly worn, and not as fantastic in their colours as the dress I wore in Malta but curious all the same. They remind me of my wild youth.” He feels his ears begin to burn slightly.

“The thought has crossed me, to sneak down and try one on,” he begins again, impossibly, “Not simply to reminisce, either. It is a little exciting, wearing such delightful clothes. The way a dress clings to my form and manages to flatter my waist seems incredible. It truly does make one feel quite beautiful and… feminine.” The redness has crept down to the base of James’ neck by now, and he fiddles with the cuff of his shirt.

And still, he cannot stop talking. It is humiliating. “And… And I should like for Francis to happen to catch me wearing one.”

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Blossom Meanings and History of Flowers

The enchanting and sensitive magnificence of blooms has entranced individuals everything being equal and foundations for quite a long time. Blossoms have been reared and developed for their improving magnificence just as their capacity to mend infections. Blooms are the subject of lyrics and legends, and religious images are related with blossoms too. Numerous young ladies are named after blooms. The fundamental explanation behind the prominence of blooms however is their capacity to bring optimism.

For all kindred sweethearts http://www.flowersbypostuk.org.uk and admirers of blooms here is some foundation data about blossoms. This will help give your rose blessing giving and purchasing a more noteworthy setting.

Asters

There are more than 600 types of asters, the most mainstream being the Monte Casino. Antiquated social orders trusted that the smell of its leaves, when consumed, headed out snakes. While this probably won't be as material today, maybe its undertone is as yet applicable: Giving asters signifies, "I am uncertain about whether you have been unwavering to me". Be cautious who you send asters to!

Implications: enchanting, persistence

Chimes of Ireland

In spite of the fact that the name recommends these blossoms originate from Ireland, they started in western Asia. Chimes of Ireland have a fiery/peppery aroma and are a piece of the mint family. They represent good karma.

Implications: good karma, eccentricity

Carnations

Turn of the century dandies would not go out without a white or red carnation in the buttonhole of their suit. With the finish of this convention and the way that carnations are so effectively developed and developed, the blossom has lost a portion of its notoriety. Be that as it may, carnations are not just excellent and dependable roses, they likewise communicate something specific: When you get a red carnation bundle, it signifies, "My heart throbs for you" and when you get white carnations the sender is stating: "I am as yet accessible."

Implications: interest, dedicated Love

Chrysanthemum

Envision, chrysanthemums have been developed in Chinese patio nurseries for very nearly 3000 years! The name chrysanthemum originates from the Greek chrysos (gold) and anthos (bloom). Today a portion of the implications related with this bloom are: guiltlessness, sparkle and steadfast love.

Implications: sprightliness, honesty

Dahlias

The dahlia is the national bloom of Mexico and this is likewise its origin. An old Aztec report expresses that the Aztecs utilized dahlias as a treatment for epilepsy. Just in the nineteenth century did the blossom come to Europe where it was reared and developed into the present assortments.

Implications: pride, style

Iris

Did you realize that there are such huge numbers of various assortments of iris that they can be developed wild all year, in water and ashore? Iris was most noteworthy in history as the image of France - Fleur-de-Lis - built up in the eleventh century by the ruler of France. Today, it is the state blossom of Tennessee and its implications are confidence, expectation and astuteness.

Implications: confidence, trust, intelligence

Lilies

Lilies have been related with numerous old fantasies. They are referenced in the Old Testament, and in the New Testament, and symbolize virtuousness and temperance. Indeed, even today, lilies are related with virtue and confidence.

Implications: immaculateness, confidence

Peruvian lilies or alstroemeria are named after the Swedish botanist Baron Klas von Alstroemer. He brought the blossom seeds once more from an excursion to South America in the eighteenth century.

Implications: companionship, dedication

Calla lilies were first imported from South Africa to America in the mid-nineteenth century. The waxy white sprouts and led leaves of the calla lily represent brilliant magnificence and modernity.

Implications: advancement, excellence

Lisianthus

Lisianthus may seem like a Latin name, however it is one of a few normal names related with this plant. It is likewise alluded to as Prairie Gentian, Prairie Rose or Texas Bluebell. The blossoms existing today are gotten from an American wildflower that is local to prairies extending from Colorado to Nebraska and down to Texas.

Implications: active, contemplations

Orchids

Amid the nineteenth Century, orchids were generally gathered. With almost 25,000 assortments, a few orchids are among the most impeccable and costly blooms accessible. In times long past, orchids were related with adoration and ripeness. It was regular learning that they would secure against infections. Given as a blessing they represent value and temptation.

Implications: enticement, value

Snapdragons

Snapdragons are an old enriching bloom, generally utilized by the Romans. From its beginning in southern Spain the developed structure was spread all through the entire Roman Empire. These days leftovers of this unique populace which all have a place with the animal types Antirrhinum majus are found among Roman stays like sanctuaries in southern France, Malta, and Italy. The bloom, likewise called "charitable woman" represents misdirection.

Implications: want, quality

Roses

With their extensive prevalence, roses are the rulers of blooms. After buttercup, the roses are the second most seasoned assortment of blooms on the planet. Scientists can follow roses back approximately 200 million years! Despite the fact that there is a colossal number of implications and images related with roses, the most well-known obviously is love, which started in Greek folklore. At the point when Aphrodite cried about the demise of her sweetheart Adonis, she had red "Adonis Roses" developed with his blood, - in this way red roses are the image of endless love. Imperative to specify are the roses' thistles, of which we as a whole most likely have some difficult memory. Emblematically, love can be difficult and loaded with enduring when not treated cautiously.

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Otto Schade "Say it with flowers" Acrylics, Spray paint on canvas 100x100cm (also available as paper version 60x60cm) Part of STENCILS ONLY show opening this Friday. Send me a pm to receive the catalogue of the show. Otto Schade (also known as “Osch”) is a Chilean artist based in London. He received his higher education at the Bio Bio University where he studied Construction and Design in Chile. Schade’s work includes abstract, surreal and pop art. In 2009 he started painting on the streets mainly in the UK´s urban center of Shoreditch (London) using the pseudonym “Osch”. By using sophisticated stenciling techniques Osch evolved his distinctive ribbon style, which he uses to criticize and ironically depict some of the world’s current social issues. Many of his works hold satirical messages in order to raise social awareness and reach the boundaries of human vision. This political and social commentary is often present in his practice as an urban artist and has been an inherent feature of his works, which increasingly appear as street art around the world. Osch has painted at many art festivals such as the biggest street art festival in Europe, “Upfest” Bristol,[5] “Sand, Sea and Spray” Blackpool,[6] “City of Colors” Birmingham, “Wynwood” Miami US, “Sunscape” Malta, as well as “Stick Together” and “Urban Art Festival”[7] both in Amsterdam. #urbanart #streetart #stencil #vernissage #art #collecting #gallery #artshow #contemporaryart #duesseldorf #weloveart #emotion #girl #figurative #instaart #artoninstagram #instagraff #painting #zeitgenössischekunst #interiordesign #collector #artlover #emergingartist #design #artinfluencer @otto_schade (hier: PrettyPortal) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClqiTSnN0Ia/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=