and-it's-not-even-my-birthday

highlight reel summary
  • seokjin: i stole some random girl's notebook and read it even though the girl was within calling distance and i definitely could have returned it
  • jungkook: i was going to do this epic wheelie in the hospital corridor before this girl stopped me wtf
  • yoongi: im filming a 'no smoking' cf
  • namjoon: i stood here on this bridge for who knows how long watching this girl struggle with posters until realizing that i should probably help her rn
  • taehyung: wait i paid for your shit then you snob me? i didn't even get to finish my ramen wtf
  • jimin: fuck my hyung is cute... wait but that girl is kinda cute too... the fuck...
  • hoseok: when i was 8 my mother abandoned me and this cake just triggered me wtf it's not even my birthday tag your shit pls
  • Betty: What do you wanna do for your birthday Jug?
  • Jughead: Something really small plz. I wanna pretend it's not even my birthday.
  • Betty: k.
  • Betty: *To Archie* SO WHAT WE GONNA DO IS THROW A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY BASH WITH LOTS OF STREAMERS AND A GIANT CAKE AND HAVE IT THEMED BLUE AND GOLD & WE ALL WEAR SOMETHING THAT CAN SYMBOLIZE JUGHEAD JONES III
  • Jughead: oH nO
How Keith Got His Birthday

It is a silly little birthday fic. I love Broganes. Happy birthday to the boy who means the most to me. <3

Pairing: Broganes (Platonic Shiro & Keith)

Word Count: 1.3K

Rating: General Audiences

Description: Shiro finds out Keith doesn’t know his actual birth date. 


“What do you mean you don’t have a real birth date?”

Keith looked up at Shiro with a bored expression, pausing from playing with the rubix cube he found in Shiro’s dorm room at the Garrison, shrugging before going back to the puzzle.

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pll characters on their birthday
  • aria: let's do some crafty shit and bake a cake while we're at it
  • spencer: realistically speaking, birthdays are meaningless since nobody takes into account the fact that a year is actually 365.25 days, so it's probably not even really my birthday BUT THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION
  • hanna: LET'S GO SHOPPING!!! all i really want for my birthday is this expensive ass pair of manolo blahniks come on let's go
  • emily: OH SHIT TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY??? i forgot whoopsie lol
  • alison: let's go to a fancy restaurant and drink wine and gossip and be #winemoms
  • mona: thank you all for coming to my birthday party, you can leave your presents there and go away now
  • toby: thank you for all the birthday wishes, it's really not that big a deal *secretly loves all the attention/being with friends*
  • caleb: let's just netflix and chill and drink some beers and stuff, idk
  • jason: i'm just a year closer to dying, who cares about birthdays anyway
  • ezra: WHERE IS THE PIE CAKE?!?!?!?!
  • sara: *nobody shows up to her party* *eats a whole cake by herself*
  • charlotte: i love my birthday, but i feel like all of them get messed up somehow *cries at night alone in her room*
Imagine Edward Kenway telling you "I love you" instead of "Happy Birthday"

Originally posted by strategichomelanddivision

It wasn’t even noon, and Edward Kenway was running from the British guards.

It’s not like he meant to get into trouble. It was just that Y/N had her eye on a very particular, and very expensive, necklace; a necklace he could not afford, but would get her anyway. And he did get it, only he got spotted taking it.
“Blast it, boys, get that thief!” A scout shouted from behind him, leading the pack of guards, all in bright red coats. Edward sprinted towards a lift, and, using his hidden blade, cut the rope and shot up until he was on top of the tile-roof house. Glancing down for a moment to check that his pursuers could not follow, he took off toward the harbor, where the Jackdaw sat. But he wasn’t trying to reach the Jackdaw. He wanted to give Y/N the necklace. It was her birthday, and Edward would not let her think he had forgotten like he had last year.

The sounds of the guards yelling at him grew quieter until he could no longer hear them over the sound of his feet hitting the tiles. Nearly there, He thought, I hope Y/N hasn’t wandered off.
He would have never put such effort into getting any other person such a gift- except maybe Adéwale, but he probably wouldn’t ask for anything expensive. Maybe a drink.

But you were special. You were different. You were Y/N.
And he loved that. He loved you.

Not that he would openly admit it. No no, an assassin, no, a pirate admitting he had feelings deeper than lust for someone like you? That would be insane! Yet here he was, running from the law, for you.


You, on the other hand, were relaxing on the beach near the docks. In one hand, you held an unopened bottle of rum (You would thank Anne once you saw her again) in the other, a pistol (You had already thanked Ed). You were waiting for a certain blond pirate to uncork the rum, and you were killing time by idly fiddling around with the pistol. You hadn’t seen head nor tail of him all day. You knew he was somewhere nearby- Kingston wasn’t all that big- but you were beginning to think he was in a bush somewhere trying to get over a hangover (Wouldn’t be the first time!) or worse, dallying around with a prostitute (Wouldn’t be the first time for that either).

“What’s got you looking so glum? I thought it was your birthday!”
Ed plopped down next to you, his own bottle of rum open and half gone. You smiled a bit, “Just waiting. Don’t want to get drunk before noon, you know.”
“Why not?!” Ed asked loudly, “I’ve done it plenty of times!”
“I know, but… I was hoping Edward would… I don’t know… Be here?” You tried to explain your dilemma without giving away that you secretly loved being with Edward and wanted to spend the day with him. Ed chuckled heartily, “Ah, I see! Waitin’ on ol’ captain Kenway so you can both get drunk together, yeah?” He patted you roughly on the back, “Good on ya! Get him drunk enough and he’ll do anything. Trust me when I say ‘anything’. That is, if you can keep him conscious long enough.”
“Ed! I wasn’t… That wasn’t my…”
“No need to be prudish, lass. We’re pirates!”
You laughed a little, “That we are. Or lunatics.”
“Why not both?” Ed suggested, taking a big gulp of rum before standing up and tottering away.

You shook your head with a smirk. Ed Thatch, the notorious Blackbeard, had quite the knack for taking your mind off certain things, Edward being one of them. Shortly after he left however, your mind drifted back to Kenway. “I hope he hasn’t forgotten again…” You mumbled with a sigh.

The sound of feet on sand and panting made you turn around. Edward Kenway was jogging towards you, nearly out of breath. Why was he out of breath? He came to a halt a few feet from you, sweat running down his face. It certainly was not what you expected to see so early in the day. “Hello Kenway,” you greeted, “Where were you?”
Catching his breath, Edward reached into a pocket and pulled out a small box. You stared at it curiously. He handed it to you, his hand shaking a bit. You set down the rum and pistol, “For me?” You asked, your eyebrows raised a bit in surprise. “Aye,” He nodded, no longer panting, “Open it.”

Gingerly opening the box, you gasped when the light glinted off a beautiful necklace. The one you had mentioned looked nice a week or two ago. He had remembered? You held the necklace in your other hand. “Wow… It’s beautiful, Edward. How did you manage to buy it?”
“Right, well… About that.” He seemed like he was about to elaborate, but then he shook his head, “Nevermind that, it’s not important.”
You turned back to the gift, “Why did you get such an expensive gift for me? I love it, but it must have cost you.”

“Because I love you.”

You nearly dropped the jewels. Did he really just say…? You felt your face get hot. Did the sun just come out…?

“I… I mean… Because it’s your birthday.” Edward quickly- and awkwardly- tried to cover his slip-up. You stood up and proceeded to hug him, tightly. “I love you too, Edward.” You nearly whispered. You felt him tense up, like he had no clue what to do, but then he wrapped his arms around you. “Couldn’t resist my charm, Hm?” He asked quietly, and you could practically feel his relieved smirk. You laughed softly, “Couldn’t resist mine either, Kenway?”
“Touché.”
A few moments of warm silence later, Edward piped up again, “You know Thatch and the rest are gonna make fun of us, right?”
“Ed suggested much worse than hugging.”
“Oh? Like?” He inquired with fake innocence.
You glanced at the rum bottle lying in the sand.
“How about we uncork that rum bottle and find out?”

Careful What You Wish For - part 2

Warnings - Swearing again, also, slightly boring. not much happened.

A/N - Not much happening here, the next part should be better hopefully. 

Words - 1,805 , alot of words again. 

~xoxo~ Part one

Lunch was hopefully the answer to all her questions. Of course, Y/N couldn’t outright run up to Peter and Ned and go ‘yo why do i have spider-mans suit in my bag.’, no that wasn’t a good idea at all. 

So, she had to go about it a bit differently, Ned and Peter were already sitting with food when she entered the cafeteria. “Hey, Y/N” a voice called to her before she could join her two nerdy friends. 

Looking to her left, The source of the voice was Liz Allen, smiling at the girl while holding a homecoming banner in her hand. “Could you help me put this up?”
Confused on why Liz was talking to her as if they had been friends for years, Y/N went along with it. “Sure.”

“Okay!” Liz smiled. “Guys we need another ladder! here, Y/N use this one.” Liz put the ladder where she wanted the sign going up, prompting Y/N to climb it while they waited for another ladder to arrive. 

“You want it here? I think it looks good here.” Y/N smiled down at Liz, getting used to all the different things in this….whatever it was. From the table, Peter and Ned stared over at her, talking quietly to themselves. 

“Those are new jeans.” Peter spoke, eyes trailing the length of Y/N’s legs.
Ned shook his head. “No they just fit better. There’s the bleach stain you spilled on her that one time.’' 

Peter squinted his eyes, putting on his glasses to at least try and see it from that far, sometimes he swore his eyesight was getting worse. ’'Has she been working out? Oh my god.” Peter’s heart did flips as Y/N’s shirt rose higher as her arm did, exposing the few muscles that lay hidden underneath.

After at lest half of their lunch break spent staring until Michelle Jones spoke up, Y/N finally was able to join her friends at the same table, plonking her backside down in front of them. “So, what movie are we watching tonight?’' 

’'We thought you could choose, since we hoped we could also build Ned’s new Lego death star.” Peter grinned with hope that it would prompt her to say yes.

Y/N rolled her eyes but Smiled none the less which to Peter and Ned, usually meant good things, Both boys high fived each other as she laughed. 

“Maybe Spider-Girl will swing by the window, I’ve yet to actually see the hero so close.” Ned smiled with a well placed glance in Peter’s direction. 

‘'Dude.“ Peter replied, eyes casting downwards shyly, as if mention of the now Female web slinger warmed his heart as much as it did his face. ’'Shut up.’' 

That was when the realisation struck Y/N in the head like a Frisbee. Not only had time seemed to have rewound itself, but Spider-man didn’t exist. It wasn’t Peter’s Multi billion dollar suit in her bag. 

It was hers. 

Excitement and fear both coursed through her body for the rest of the day, egging to get out to at least put on the suit that made Peter look so good.  She sat with Peter as he practised for the decathlon Nationals and all throughout class, her leg bouncing all the while until finally, it was time to leave. 

Free of school, Y/N legged it from doors, Looking around to find she was alone, she tried out something. She grinned in amazement as she jumped the high fence in front of her, mouthing to herself and running off to find somewhere to change into this awesome sit that now belonged to her. 

She ran past Mr Delmar’s Shop, where inside, she glanced at Peter getting his usual five dollar order. Turning the corner into an alleyway and closing the red gate behind her, Y/N finally slipped the bag from her back and shoved it open, pulling out the red and blue outfit. 

One more glance around to find no one and Y/N had no qualms about stripping to her underwear before slipping on the suit. Almost squealing out loud when it finally on, though confused as it was huge and very baggy.

She soon found the button,Patting herself and slapping parts of her own body before her hand closed over the spider on the chest. As it did, The suit closed in on itself, fitting nicely to her figure; Another squeal almost left her and Y/N thoughts of her backpack were out of the window the moment he figured out how to use the webshooters on her wrists. 

’'This is so awesome!” She whispered to herself, the mask over her head muffling the words as she swung through the air until hitting the side of a building. “Ow.” It took a few tries but she did learn fast and finally got the hang of swinging around Queens. 

From there it was a little eventful, Stopping a bike thief, doing a back flip for some guy and helping a woman around Queens before settling herself on the roof of a building and looking at her phones contact list. 

‘'So this is your internship.“ Y/N chuckled to herself, looking at the amount of calls she apparently made to Happy Hogan without so much as a phone call incoming from him. ’'Avenger my ass, Ned.”

Once again she was through Queens, making a little trouble for herself as someone tried breaking into his own car for the fault of leaving his keys inside. It was getting quite late when she remembered the fact that she was supposed to be watching a film with her friends and building a death star from Lego. 

She was on her way to her home when she spotted Peter on the street below,  she smiled and tiled her head, the eyes of her mask zooming in on him just taking a walk to her home with a slight spring in his step. 

She worked fast as Peter’s foot got caught in uneven sidewalk blocks, or his other foot. The point is, he tripped on nothing and Y/N was glad the web she shot actually stuck to the back of his sweater. 

“I can’t tell if you tripped yourself up or if its the sidewalk’s fault.” She said to him, dropping behind him and letting go of the web she used to stop him from face planting the concrete. 

Peter spun on his feet, almost tripping again if her hand hadn’t reached out at lightning speed to grab his collar. “See now you’re doing it purpose, Please stop falling for me.’' 

Peter nervously chuckled, a blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. ’'I-i, I don’t….Hi.” he stuttered, trying to come to grips that the spider-girl was standing before him.  ’’T-thank you, I just - i have to- i have a girl waiting for - Friends! I have friends waiting for me.“ 

Y/N grinned under the mask, waving her hand out in gesture for him to leave. ’'By all means, Don’t keep her waiting.” Peter blushed as the mechanical eyes of Spider-Girls mask winked at him, he turned silently and ran off before she realised. 

“Shit.’' 

Immediately did Y/N try to get to her own house before Peter did, Only to get distracted by the avengers robbing a bank. ’'Fuck. i can’t do this.’' 

She did it anyway, dropping into the Bank unnoticed while the robbers continued to rob. ’'You guys need a loan?” They all looked up at her. “Woah no way! The avengers?! Its not even my birthday.’' 

Surprisingly enough, the hits she took didn’t hurt as much as they normally should and despite only just becoming Spider-Girl, her own muscles seemed to know what they were doing. Until one of the guys pulled out some when Tech gun. It felt weird when it hit her but she continued to fight until Mr Delmar’s shop was badly destroyed. 

She left the guys with the tech to run to the small shop she often went to with Peter. Luckily, inside, Mr Delmar and his cat were okay. One phone call with Happy Hogan and headache after seeing her bag was not where she left it; she was finally on her way home. 

Knowing Peter was already at her home when she was swinging into her open window quietly to not disturb her mother - who should have been home for all of ten minutes by now- or the boys. She crawled along the ceiling to close her door quietly before dropping to the floor, turning her light on and turning around to have a mini heart attack as she pulled off her mask. 

Ned sat on her bed, Lego death star already half built in his hands, stray pieces on her bed. All that was now falling to the floor, breaking apart as Ned stared wide eyed as his female best friend being none other than spider-girl.
’'What are you doing here!?” She whisper shouted at Ned. “You know you’re not allowed in my room without me here!’' 

’'You’re Spider-Girl!”

“No I’m not, shut up!” Y/N’s eyes surveyed the room. “Where is Peter?” Almost on Cue the bathroom toilet flushed and her eye widened, trying to rush to get the suit covered. “You do not say a word about this or i will scalp you!’' 

Ned nodded as Y/N threw on a large onesie that covered her hands, feet and most of the neck, hiding the suit nicely just as Peter opened the door and walked in. Arms behind her, her hands gripped the mask out of sight as she subtly shoved it into a draw behind her.

’'Y/N? When did you get here.” Peter questioned, confused but evidently happy to see her.  

“Just now.” She answered. “Why are you both in my room when you know you’re not allowed to be if i am not present?” That was too formal, Y/N cringed inwardly at the words. “Leave, I am naked under this onesie. Thanks to Ned not announcing his presence before i undressed, he got an eyeful, I would like to cover up.”

The boys nodded silently, Peter being the only one confused on why Y/N was acting so weird. “Not a god damn word to him about this.” she whispered to Ned as he walked past her.

The moment the door was closed, Y/N breathed and dropped the onesie. “Shit.” she whispered to herself, knowing Ned would bombard her with questions tomorrow. 

Y/N wondered as she got changed - Did this also happen to Peter?

~xoxo~

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