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Easter Picnic

A couple days late, but a good party takes thorough planning!

Happy Easter from the class to you.

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Picnic

A little drawing I did to play more with markers/colored pencil. CornDog likes to relax in the sunshine with good food within arms reach!

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Sweet Bridgestone Picnica with Japanese market 12” wheels, spotted while riding in Tokyo last night. #picnica #bridgestonepicnica #foldingbike #bridgestone #bridgestonebike #tokyo #japan https://www.instagram.com/p/BwyI5LwFXv2/?igshid=1lrqztujk9pud

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An amazing build of this gorgeous little Picnica with Bespoke Chainrings De Luna 😍 Thank you Mr Suwannarat for the photos! The new high polished 54 and 60t De Luna are on sale for only a few more hours. #bespokechainrings #deluna #picnica #minivelo #foldingbike https://www.instagram.com/p/B5bcw2blzTx/?igshid=b12tcvfto5xs

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Cabin Life - Picnic

A/N: What started as a thought for outdoor fucking just turned into fluff. So, enjoy some woodsy!Sonny fluff! This covers the Picnic square in @adarafaelbarba​ birthday bingo!

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Sonny had packed a wicker basket overflowing with food, and you had the ice chest of drinks. Neither of you bothered with the truck—the clearing was within walking distance. A week prior, Sonny had found this little clearing by the river. Since then, he’s been tending to the wild grass on the ground, making a place for picnics.

After grabbing a few blankets, Sonny led you out of the cabin and towards the clearing. You both chatted about nothing on the way, but you stopped short when you saw the space.

In a little copse of trees, there was a small clearing, the soft ground covered with short grass and tree bark. The river gurgled gently as it rushed through, and the sun glinted off the water through the canopy of leaves above you. Sonny put the basket down on a rock, balancing it precariously as he spread out the blankets.

“Come join me,” he coaxed, grabbing the basket and kneeling on the blankets.

You grinned in amazement. “How’re you so perfect?” you asked. You’d been dating for only a few short months, but Sonny was like something out of a fairy tale.

“I’m not perfect, doll,” he replied, smiling his perfect smile, his perfect eyes sparkling. He held a hand out to you, and you took it, letting him lead you onto the blanket.

You put the ice chest down before sitting by him. “You are too! You’re the perfect guy!” you exclaimed. You opened the chest and passed him a bottle of juice you had made that morning, with apples from the orchard.

He chuckled deep in his chest, taking the juice. “Maybe I’m just perfect for you…because I think you’re perfect.”

You scoffed. “Me? Perfect? I cut my finger on the apples this morning,” you asserted, holding up your bandaged finger as proof. If you tried hard enough, you could still feel his lips against the bandaid, kissing it better after he had tended to the wound.

He gave you that look that always made you melt; his wide, heart-stopping grin that couldn’t be contained by his beard, coupled with his bright blue eyes, dancing in amusement. When he looked at you like this, it was like you were the only other person in the world.

“And I stubbed my toe on the bedframe when getting dressed. No one is perfect, doll,” he said.

You really didn’t mean to smile, but you couldn’t help yourself; you were trying to picture the scene. You’ve never seen Sonny mad, never heard him curse, really. It was hard imagining him as anything but happy.

Sonny saw your reaction and gave you a playful smile. “Oh, ha ha, I hurt myself doing something mundane—ya don’t need ta laugh, doll.”

That made you giggle, and he smiled wider at the sound. “No—it’s not that, I promise! I just never thought that Mr. Perfect would ever be caught hurting himself or cussing.”

He laughed, the sound echoing throughout the copse. If you didn’t already love this man, his laugh alone would have you falling hard for him. Shaking his head, still chuckling, he opened the basket. Taking out half the sandwich he made that morning, he passed it to you.

You thanked him, taking it and unwrapping it. Before you could take a bite, though, Sonny said, “how about that fuckin’ weather, huh?”

You blinked—it took you a moment to understand what he said, and then you were laughing. He grinned at you, eyes dancing as he watched you try and control yourself.

“I love you, Sonny—ya know that?” you said once you got your laughter in check.

He took a bite of his own half sandwich, chewing it thoughtfully before swallowing. “I do, and I’m still amazed that ya do every day. You’re the love of my life, doll, and I’m still in shock that ya chose me.”

You smiled softly at him—you could say the same thing about him. You may have only started dating a few months ago, but you already knew that he was the one. And by the way he looked at you, you knew he felt the same.

As if reading your mind, he muttered, “I’m gonna marry you one day, doll. Wake up next to ya every morning, entranced by you. And even when I’m old ‘n’ grey, and we’ve been together longer than either of us can count, I’ll still be amazed that ya chose me.”

You shifted to your knees, crawling over to him. Placing your sandwich down, you reached forward to grab his shirt, and tugged him to you in a kiss. He hummed against your lips, tilting his head to press his lips more firmly to yours. With one arm—the other still holding his own food—he managed to pull you into his lap.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips, pushing his forehead against yours.

You snuck another kiss before saying it back to him, whispering your love and sealing it with another kiss.

[hcm92literature]

Chapter five - Chat Noir’s Innocent Picnic

A Cat and A Prince Master Page

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My Miraculous Ladybug blog

Author’s Notes: I mean, we all know the truth of the situation, but it’s fun to play the mystery card haha

Despite the fact that she was feeling back to her usual healthy self almost immediately and that the wound in her side had all but vanished, the other healers insisted that Marinette rest in the healers’ tent for a few days in order for them to observe her, as they were still concerned by the fact she could not be magically put to sleep. She agreed but only on the condition that she be put to work with the other healers, as she felt she was wasting their time otherwise, to which they begrudgingly agreed after seeing her tend to a patient with no issue.

This also meant that Chat Noir was held back from going to the front. He assured his lady that he was grateful for the time to train properly as a paladin so that he could heal her wounds if they ever got into a similar situation again, but Marinette could tell he was chomping at the bit to go out and help at the front again. She got the feeling though that his main concern was her, as he came back into the healers’ tent to check on her at every opportunity, and only left when he was told to by the other healers who complained that he was distracting Marinette from her duties. She found his dedication to her endearing, but she couldn’t help feeling concerned that he was hoping for something else from her, something she could not give him. He had spoken of an instant connection between the two of them, and this she could not deny as she had felt it too, but she was now convinced that it was because the magical beings they had formed bonds with were also connected somehow and not because, as Chat was convinced, that their destinies were entwined. She had to admit though that the way he spoke appealed to her romantic nature…

Marinette shook her head and got back to gathering herbs from the store cupboard. She only had romantic thoughts for one person, and he was back in the palace safe and sound. Thinking of his grass green eyes and wavy golden hair triggered an intense longing every time and she wondered if she should write him a letter to inform him of her feelings. It would certainly be easier than telling him to his face and stammering until her words made absolutely no sense, and the fact that she was away for an undetermined amount of time meant that he would have time to process her words uninterrupted and she would not be torturing herself every time she saw him, wondering how he felt about her. And she would hopefully not need to worry about a public execution for daring to dream about a prince...

“Milady, I have brought you a gift!”

Marinette swivelled around at the interruption of her thoughts to see Chat Noir was holding out a cloth with a sweet pastry in her direction. Her eyes widened at it. “Where did you get that from? There are no bakers in the war camp!”

“I may have persuaded one of the cooks to make it.” He grinned his mischievous grin. “I told him it was for a very sick-” he winked at Marinette. “-and special friend.”

“That is very sweet, Kitty…” Chat chuckled at her nickname for him. “And I thank you. But I am rather busy right now, and I don’t want the other healers to ban you from the tent completely.”

Chat’s shoulders dropped for a moment, then he looked up with a more hopeful expression again. “Well, how about I put together a sort of picnic and you can ask the healers if you can leave the tent for your evening meal? Surely they have seen you are back to being healthy again by now…”

Marinette wondered if there was any point as she knew how strict the more senior healers could be about resting times, but upon seeing how hopeful and excited Chat Noir was at the idea of a picnic with her, she couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. “Alright, I will ask. But I make no promises that they will allow it. If I am not allowed out, please eat it yourself; I would hate for such a kind gesture to go to waste.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that they will let you out.” Chat’s beam reached ear to ear as he put away the pastry and exited the tent, and Marinette shook her head in bemusement at his optimism.

-

It turned out that Chat Noir’s optimism was warranted, as the senior healers admitted that Marinette had indeed managed to have fully healed in just a couple of days and was now fully capable of leaving the tent, though they still wanted her to remain away from the front for at least a few more days. When she told him, Chat nearly undid all of Marinette’s healing as he picked her up and squeezed her in a very tight hug, removing all the air from her lungs and making her dizzy by spinning her around. He apologised profusely after putting her back down, then took her hand to lead her to his “perfect picnic site”.

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat as Chat stopped at the entrance of a sleeping tent and turned to her with a grin. “Welcome to my tent! The fighter I bunk with works as a night guard so he won’t be disturbing us while we’re here.”

She raised an eyebrow at him but he didn’t seem to understand her hesitation. “Chat… I cannot go into your tent… Alone with you…”

He blinked at her and then understanding dawned on his face before an expression of mortification took over. “Oh! No no no! I did not mean it like that, I swear to you! I just…” He looked between her and the tent opening, then pulled back the covering, revealing a blanket in the middle of the tent’s floor between the two beds, laden with various foods, drinks, candles and flowers he must have picked himself. “I promise you, Ladybug, all that will be happening in this tent tonight is eating, drinking and talking - if you still want to… Nothing untoward in the least!” He put a hand to his face and groaned. “I cannot believe I did not think it could be taken in such a way…”

Marinette felt her face warm before she shook her head and chuckled at Chat’s embarrassment. She patted his arm before stepping inside the tent and sitting on one side of the blanket, after which Chat deliberately positioned himself opposite her with a relieved but still embarrassed grin. He then began unwrapping food and uncorking small bottles of mead. Marinette marvelled at it all and wondered aloud how he had managed to bring it all together with the strict rationing that was in place. “I can be very persuasive.” Chat winked at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

They spoke of various benign subjects whilst enjoying the picnic, with Chat cracking jokes throughout that made Marinette groan, but then the topic of home came up and Chat became rather sheepish. “I am… actually not supposed to be here at all…”

Marinette frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well… my father refused his consent for me to join the army-”

“Hold on, how old are you?”

Chat laughed. “Old enough that I do not need my father’s permission. But he is… very protective of me. So… without his knowledge and in disguise, I took advantage of the anonymity ruling, commissioned the armour you see me in today, snuck away in the middle of the night, and joined the army under the name Chat Noir which no-one back home could connect with me. I know that I cannot tell anyone here who I really am - not that I would not trust you with my identity, milady! But so far I have been rather enjoying living as my new alter ego.” He grinned at Marinette who smiled sympathetically back.

“That sounds like a sort of similar situation to someone I know back home; his father is also very protective and rarely lets him out of his sight. Though… if I am honest, I am glad that he is home safe and not getting into danger here...”

Something in Chat’s demeanour changed as he watched her. “It sounds as though you are very fond of this person…”

She looked up at him and tried to assess his expression, but this time she couldn’t read him. “I am. I perhaps do not know him as well as I should like but…” She wondered if she should continue speaking her thought aloud, but Chat smiled kindly at her.

“He is very lucky to have someone like you in his life, Ladybug.” She watched him carefully but could see nothing that gave his thoughts away, then his smile widened slightly. “As am I.” He then picked up the sweet pastry and held it out for Marinette, but she insisted he split it in half so they could both enjoy it, and he grinned back at her.

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08/23/2017: Predator/Prey Picnic

A perfectly friendly bear and python join these mice for lunch on a lovely day.

Painted on a 15″ x 15″ piece of scrap cardboard.

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"One-touch" - The Bridgestone Picnica

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1980's Bridgestone Picnica - First Belt Drive Bike. Single Speed, Belt drive, collapsible frame. https://bootiebike.com/bridgestone/bridgestone.htm #bootiebike #picnica #foldingbike #retrobikes (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia)

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School Thaka Picnica Giya Tula Photo Year 2017 Location Excelsior Sylhet Bangladesh

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I have discovered an exploitable loophole on the kids bike market that lets you buy cheap lightweight coaster brake wheels for your weird folding bikes! Due to CPSC regulations @woombikesusa has to sell their 14” woom2 bike with a coaster brake rear wheel. However the bike comes with front and rear rim brakes, see? So woom being a quality company, sells a nice and very inexpensive aftermarket freewheel wheel to woom 2 owners so they can upgrade the bike. Hence there are a bunch of woom 14” (254) coaster brake wheels on the secondary market. They have aluminum rims, 16 spokes and nice schwalbe little joe tires on them. Which is a perfect upgrade from the 14” heavy, difficult to true, steel rimmed, drum brake wheel on my Bridgestone picnica folding bike. I am pretty sure the coaster brake will be wildly inadequate, but since the bike has a front wheel rim brake, this is a good experiment. If the wheel holds up, I may find a woom front wheel to replace the front so I have the benefit of added braking by switching to an aluminum rim. The wheel is well built with high spike tension and appears very true. I have some fatter schwalbe 14” big apples (254x2”) to replace the little joe tires with if I need some extra Cush, but I am absurdly happy with this plan, as I have been looking for 14” aluminum rims for the picnica for a while. Needless to say this is a relatively good plan with some obvious downsides/weaknesses and Is not in any way Woom endorsed, unless they want to send/sell me a front wheel to complete the bike, or even a rim set... https://www.instagram.com/p/CKrjAHNlzPR/?igshid=yv1i1vnlxuw7

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A Transformer Perfect for a Picnic

A Transformer Perfect for a PicnicA Transformer Perfect for a Picnic

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まとめのインテリア - t | うさぎのエコバッグ。 Picnica(ピクニカ)