#pic-a-nic baskets

[rabid-dog-steve-horn]

Some interesting & classic duos in Hanna Barbera cartoons.

Enjoy.

[sohannabarberaesque]

I can hardly imagine Yogi Bear going to lengths such as this just for the sake of procuring another pic-a-nic basket and the "tourist-type goodies" so contained:

(Or, for that matter, many of us fellow Old Hanna-Barberians.)

[baiika]

@hanabiira says: excuse me but i wasnt "swung around"

You were! Like a little kitty cat! I was there. I saw it.

[lonelinessfollowsme]

Probably looking for pic-a-nic baskets. Eh, Boo Boo?

Bear Selfies Captured By Camera Traps

[facts-i-just-made-up]

what kind of bear is chasing me please fast

You can identify various types of bear as follows:

Brown: Brown Bear

White: Polar Bear

Black and White: Panda Bear

Grey And Eating Eucalyptus: Koala Bear

Wearing Glasses: Spectacled Bear

Large and On Fire: Sun Bear

Chasing You Very Slowly: Sloth Bear

More Interested In Your Pic-a-nic Basket: Yogi Bear

Scary Looking: Grizzly Bear

Scary and Gross Looking: Grisly Bear

Scary, Gross, and Chewy Looking: Gristley Bear

Chases You Forever, Refuses to Give You Up: Rick-Astley Bear

Peruvian-British, Proper, Polite: Paddington Bear

Delicious: Gummy Bear

Please let us know later which bear it was that ate you.

[penguinlife]

Let's just talk it out for a moment.

Let's say Luke and A are dating. I know, brace yourself. Why go to such extreme lengths to hide it. Locking down his wiki page to make sure, she is not mentioned. Asked his mom to remove the post where she called A his GF. He never comments on As posts. He only ever likes them.

He has taken her to 2 official events this year. So out of character for him, I must say. She looked terrible at both events. Boss One she had that signature sleek back bun (you know the one you do on day 3) in what some have called a shein outfit. At the BAFTA afterparty, she looked like a 12yo. This time, her hair looked like she blowdried it in a rush. He definitely had a stylist for both events, but she was not given the opportunity to have one?

At the Boss One event, he didn't hold her hand, just helped her out of the car. Separated inside to get drinks. Had that awkward interaction that didn't look natural. Left very early. Weeks later, a few pics appear and then dissappear just as quickly of A looking very tipsy that evening.

Then, at the BAFTAs, they don't walk together when entering the event. She walks in front, and he trails behind. Have that one walk down that passage where he kind of pushes her to the side when walking, only smiles when he talks to someone else. Have one photo taken with him looking like a hostage, she dissappears. He then posts a very cryptic carousel with a picnic in bed that if they are dating, we could presume it was her leg in the corner.

The elevator pic in LA. Let's say it was from the SAG weekend. I don't think it was. Not holding hands, also looking terrible.

So Luke has said that he is obsessed with ironing. He is very neat and takes care of himself. Does things like brushes his teeth just before going on set.

The pics this week, she looks like she pulled on one of his outfits from the laundry basket. Her shoes did not match the look. So we might presume she didn't have a change of clothes. But why then go with the wrinkly jeans and top. Was all his clothes dirty? All this to collect packages and go for lunch. If not his clothes, but hers. She brought 5x over sized wrinkled clothes to her bfs house and forgot her matching shoes.

So from this, we may presume it is an act, and she planned the outfit to say something but missed the mark.

It was just a friend hang to grab lunch and collect packages. She notified the paps to again insinuate that they are a couple. He looked so miserable. They only held hands after they spotted the paps.

It brings me to the shelf pic she posted just after the article dropped that Lucy was back in Rome for more shooting for White Mars. Turns out it was an old artcle. She was, in fact, in the States at the time promoting another project. So, A is not close enough to know Luke's whereabouts. She went on a rumour to insert herself. Same with the restaurant pic of Luke in Italy last year, and she posted the pasta making vid. But no Italy picture dump. What a weak ass way to insinuate you are in Rome with Luke.

Why is she always walking on the outside on the street side. He never seems to take on the role of protector around her. Something we have seen him do around Nic so many times.

Talking of Nic. We always talk about their looks and their laughs. But have you noticed how he is so soft and careful around Nic. In dance rehearsal, he never just drops her hand. He always slides it away until just their fingertips touch. He treats her like a lady. He also would never just step into her space and shove her to the side the way he does with A. He is so physically aware of Nic.

So A liked Nics' Neutragena clip yesterday, but Luke hasn't yet at the time of me writing this. We know Nic liked her last post 2 days after it was posted. So we are not just at mutual follows but mutual likes as well. Just why? What does it mean. Is Nic overcompensating? Want to be friends with her? Wants to throw her a bone?

So Luke is sending mixed signals. He is hinting that he is dating A but also at the same time denying it? To what purpose. The general fandom can't stand A. She is annoying AF. He would gain so much by just distancing himself from her. I feel sorry for the girl.

Enough about Luke and A. I am back to where I started. They are barely friends.

My very first thought when I saw Jake's post about his new TV gig was : "Is Nicola aspiring to be the new Kris Jenner." Insert clip of Kris telling Kylie she is doing a good job. It was funny because Nic is obvi not his mother. But she has taken on the role of momager.

[jacensolodjo]

@artemispanthar

[sirfrogsworth]

@monadolaguz I'm still here! And I try to read all the tags and replies.

When I was first getting popular on Tumblr one of the groups that really helped me find success were the bears and bear enthusiasts. They had a little crush on me and that was very flattering even if I could not reciprocate. And despite the fact I was afflicted with a severe case of straightness they still accepted me as one of their own.

An honorary bear, if you will.

So you are free to join the pack.

Also, I'm being told by Google that bears are indeed solitary in nature, however a group of bears is called a sleuth.

Bear sleuths?

Or maybe...

Gotta solve the case of the stolen pic-a-nic basket.

Anywho... it makes me happy I was able to help you accept your amazing bear-i-tude. I'll see you at the next meeting of the sleuths.

[aceies-desires]

can you write about me (crownless) with my hot wife (dreamless) having a romantic night picnic on the outskirts of jinzhou

this is my wife isn’t she pretty 🥺🥺🥺

summoning successful! and yes, she’s gorgeous.

this was an amazing first request lol 💜💜

Normally, the air of the Shade Ridge was thick yet as you climbed one of the twin peaks stationed North of the bay, the air would thin. There wasn't any human stupid enough to venture there in the dark of the Jinzhou night. Though the stars illuminated the sky, for a human it would be hard to see further than a couple feet ahead of you.

The rocky stairs, worn and eroded, would crumble further as heavy eager steps stomped higher and higher, taking pauses in between every few feet to ensure they wouldn't fall off the steep edge. Usually that wouldn't be much of a problem, as what's plummeting to a being with wings? However the growing fear of ruining a gift for someone you cherish can ensure you take your time and pace yourself to mitigate the chances of ruin.

A soft hum can be heard from the top, a somber song, yet still out of vision. The curve of the stairs along the mountains paired with that damn device placed by mortals, a Resonance Beacon, I believe they're called, blocks the view of the gazebo from which the melody came.

The steps quicken, though only glowing heavier and right as they reach the top a sharp breathe is taken in and a loud:

“MY LOVE!” is let out.

The hum ceases and instead turns to a chuckle, "Someone's late."

Crownless huffs, picnic basket in hand, "Only by a few minutes..."

"Twenty. Your tacet field is far closer to here than my domain."

"I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for my lovely wife." a pout present on Crownless' 'lips'.

She smiles "Is that so, my dear? What's in your basket?"

Excitement fills him, "Items for a pic-i-nic!"

"A pic-i-nic?"

"Mortals have them with those they love."

"How quaint... What does it entail?" Dreamless, being quite intrigued, asks.

He lays the basket on the ground, and gently picks up the table and chairs underneath the gazebo. He tosses them off the side of the cliff down into the water below, spooking the nearby cats that give him a look of 'what the fuck?'.

He crouches down and opens the basket, his wife looking with an amused smile, as he pulls out a large blanket. He centers it beneath the gazebo shuffling on his hands and knees. The wind picks up, threatening to blow his hard work away, with a groan he places a few rocks and the basket itself atop the blanket to keep it in place.

He pulls out a few candles and lights them with his candle lighting powers, setting them along the blanket, careful to not set the ground on fire. Lastly he pulls out a large bouquet.

"There!" He quickly stands up with a large grin. He walks towards Dreamless and grabs her hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, "For you my beloved.” He smiles, handing her the bouquet.

Dreamless presses a kiss to his cheek, "What a charmer," she rolls her eyes, a soft smile on her lips as she pulls the bouquet to her chest. Crownless leads her to sit down. Holding onto her to lower her down, he follows suit, settling right beside her.

He kisses her shoulder then nuzzles into her, and grins. Crownless turns to the basket and pulls out a few echos on a platter, and a bottle of some kind of liquid.

When he finishes laying out the picnic, he smiles at his wife, expecting some kind of praise.

Dreamless cups his face “Aww… How sweet. My husband did this all for me?”

He nods sinking lower as he wraps his arms around his waist, resting his head on her chest as he looks up at her.

“Thank you, angel. I love it. It’s perfect.” She chuckles as she sets the bouquet beside her and pulls him closer. She lays his head on her lap and begins to stroke his head, continuing her humming from earlier as she gazes into the Jinzhou night.

[foone]

Roadside Pic-a-nic baskets

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

Spring Time Cloud Gazing

A fun little story of two pregnant friends having a little pic-nic and cloud gazing. Thought that was a cute idea. Enjoy

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The sun soared high, its light casting a warmth over the sprawling meadow in the heard of spring. The perfect kind of day for a picnic. Something the best friends Claire and Sasha took full advantage of. A few blankets spread out, a basket of snacks, and some pillows to brace themselves - these two very pregnant friends enjoyed the time out in the spring sun.

Claire had long black hair trailing past her shoulders. She was eight months along and her baby belly was riding nice and high. Sasha had short blonde hair cut close to his head. He was eight months and three weeks pregnant with his bump slowly starting to descend. When the two of them discovered they were pregnant they had agreed that they wouldn’t know the gender of their babies. Just as they became lifelong friends at a very young age they hoped that their children could do the same. 

Claire reclined further against a pillow putting a hand gently on her swollen belly. She felt her baby's gentle movements. Sasha was already lying back beside her, head tilted to the sky. He pointed “Claire,” he said softly “Look at that one,” 

Sasha was pointing to a particularly fluffy cloud. A plump shape and a distinct head. With long, floppy ears stretching backward. What appeared to be a soft outline resembling those cute little bouncy furballs. “That one up there, it looks like a rabbit.”

Claire followed his finger pointing to the sky, seeing the cloud he had mentioned. She let out a cute little laugh “I see it.” 

She looked away, seeing another formation, in the shape of a familiar pond floating bird. “I see a duck. Right over there.”

Sasha looked over. A giggle as he found it. Claire sat up, wanting a snack. Sasha did the same. Fishing out some grapes for Claire and sugar cookies and raisins for Sasha. The two talked about a couple of the strange cravings that they had been having during the week. Finishing off his little stash of Raisin sugar cookies Sasha turned to face Claire, his expression shifting from that jovial playfulness to a more concerned and thoughtful one. “Hey, Claire. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Hmm?” Claire looked at him with a mouth full of grapes.

Sasha hesitated. “Remember, how we agreed we wouldn’t find out our baby's genders?”

Confused, her eyes shifted back and forth. “Yeah, why?”

“Well…” Sasha took in a deep breath “I broke it,” His voice radiated his melancholy

With a gasp, Claire covered her mouth. “You caved? You found out?”

“Not intentionally,” Sasha began to say, “My usual ultrasound technician was out sick. And when I asked to reschedule the attending nurse was insistent that they could do it. And well. She blurted out the gender in the middle of our exam.” his voice started to break up “I was so upset.”

Claire reached her hand over grabbing onto Sasha’s. The two friends looked at each other. She could see Sasha’s tears welling up.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said, going in for a hug with Sasha “It’s not your fault.”

“It just sucks,” Sasha said into her shoulder.

Calming down Sasha wiped away what tears were left. Claire smiled at him, “So what did she say? Boy or Girl?”

Claire saw just how happy Sasha was. He truly lit up with joy. “A girl!” he said cradling his baby bump in his arms.

“A Girl!” That’s wonderful!” Claire’s voice extended the warmth in her heart “Congratulations,” she said back to him

“Thank you,” Sasha said, tears of joy starting to pool at the corner of his eyes. “I was so worried you’d be upset with me.”

Claire looked down at his bump. “I feel a little guilty now,”

“What? Why?” Sasha asked

“Cause you found out accidentally. I… Well, I asked to know mine,”

Sasha had a look of surprise on his face. His mouth was agape. “You asked?! You mean you knew!” his voice radiated in frustration

“Yeah-” Claire said, scrunching up half of her face. She figured he might be mad at her for this. “I couldn’t help it. I was curious, and you know how I wanted the nursery painted and I didn’t like the gender-neutral yellow so.”

“So you asked?” Sasha retorted back quickly

Claire nodded.

“Well now I don’t feel as guilty, but you should feel hella guilty,” Sasha told Claire.

“I know. I feel bad,” Claire said

Pouting Sasha asked “Boy?”

“Yup,” She replied

Sasha let out a little chuckle, “Great so we swapped,”

“It does look like that,” Claire replied with a laugh

The two had a good laugh about it. The two leaned against their pillows again. Enjoying some more snacks as they chatted about potential play dates, baby names, and what they should have the kids call each other. Claire did not like Aunt or Auntie as it sounded ‘old’ to her. To which Sasha joking replied “They can call me Auntie Sasha if they like,”

Getting a good laugh from Claire. Once they finished their little snacks Shasha was rubbing his baby bump leaning back and looking to the sky again. Watching the shifting clouds form various pictures. Claire patted her pregnant belly in between the up and down motions as she rubbed her bump. Looking right up to the sky along with Sasha. 

“I still can’t decide on a name though,” Claire replied

“Jamie and I picked a name.”

“Oh?” Claire asked cautiously

“Lilian. We’ll call her Lily,” Sasha said happily feeling his little girl fluttering beneath his palm.

“Aww. That’s cute,” Claire said “I wish I could find one I could make a cute nickname to,” she said with a slight pout.

“You haven’t narrowed down any?” Sasha asked

“No, my dad said I’d know what to name him once I actually see them. I’m worried I’ll choke and my baby will be stuck with a name like. Dennis or Willard.”

Sasha burst into laughter.

“Oh yeah so funny,” Claire retorted back to him

“I think you’d pick a cute name,” Sasha admitted

“I hope so,”

Sasha looked over and reached his arm over to her, grabbing her hand. It was now his turn to comfort her. Sasha’s voice was soft, assuring her not to worry about it. She was already “a gender-revealing cheat,”

Claire laughed, “I wanted a cute color for the nursery. Sue me,”

“I just might. Yes, your honor, she broke a BFF promise to not have our babies' genders revealed to us so we could be surprised when they arrived.” Sasha said in a mocking way

The two got a good laugh over it. The two friends continued with the playful banter, eating their little pic-nic snacks and watching clouds change their shapes. Pointing out animals, structures, and that one cloud that suspiciously looked like a tiny penis that made them laugh uncontrollably. It was getting late, they had already eaten through all of their little pic-nic snacks. Their boyfriends and baby daddies had come looking for them. The two friends left, revealing that they were just down the street from their homes. Separated only by a few houses.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Yogi Bear headcannon vis-a-vis the old "tourist-type goodies"

Imagine him sneaking away with a picnic basket as contained some gourmet delicatessen (in particular salames, proscuitto and Italian bread) and wine.

But then again, how would bears react to wine anyway, or any type of alcoholic liquor?

[cirqueduroyale]

if they were animals, what animals would everyone be?

Fun! Some characters are more associated with certain animals than others. Like Leo would obviously be a lion, Kingston would be a rabbit, Quinn a tiger, etc.

Claudette is very puppy-like. She's enthusiastic, energetic and wants to be friends with everyone and is blindly loyal to those friends. I'd say pug, because they're hammy and clown-like on their own (trust me, I know).

In contrast, Charlie is more like a cat. He's smart, curious, and an acrobat. He enjoys being around his friends and family, but isn't as interested in new people as his twin sister. Charlie's aloofness, would probably more intimidating if he wasn't a 13-year-old clown boy.

Red...mmm baby bear

Ron would be a bear. Strong, woodsy, hairy, hates shoes, likes pic-a-nic baskets...

Will and Fred = circus monkeys

Penelope = Poodle (obvs)

Cupcake = Sasquatch

Daisy = Hummingbird

Pascal= California kingsnake, because they're black and white striped? I guess?

Manet = Crow

Matisse = some kind of poison dart frog.

Louise = opossum

[krisispiss]

I'm going to swipe Kris' pic-a-nic basket.

She's WAY too hyper vigilant for that to work...

[howlingday]

Whitley: Er, Father? There's an unruly mob here to see you.

Jacques: Does it have an appointment?

Whitley: ...Yes, it does.

Penny: I have made reservations ahead of time!

Ruby: Councilman Schnee, I'd hate yo break it to you, but Mantle is infested with bears! Real bears!

Yang: Yeah, and these bears are smarter than the average bear. They swiped my pic-a-nic baskets!

Jacques: ...Very well. I will do everything in my power to rid this fine city of these horrid hibernating harassers! (Crowd cheers, Leaves)

Jacques: (Chuckles, Lifts pic-a-nic basket, Eats sandwiches)

[tonysaintborgi]

puppy in the pic nic basket