but i love you and happy birthday even though i hate you

                     HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NARUMIYA MEI ♔

Narumiya Mei used to be my most hated character in the series. I stopped watching when Seido lost because of Inashiro but after re-watching, I don’t know why but I’ve come to love this man. Probably because I learned a lot from him like how luck doesn’t matter, if you want something you should earn it through hard work and even if you fail, then you just have to make up for it by working even harder. He is not a perfect ace and I think that is why he uses his confidence to boost everyone’s fighting spirit. His arrogance is his defense mechanism so that if he loses, no one would feel sorry for him. His pride and competitiveness mirror his passion for the things that he do. While outside the field, he is the most bubbly and carefree. He might seem selfish but he’s actually good at understanding and reading an individual though his pride prevents him to show his feelings. He is also very straightforward when needed. I think of all the characters, he is the most realistic and to some extent, I relate to him. He will be forever my king. Happy birthday, Mei ♥


For @sodomymcscurvylegs Reasons why he’s problematic and needs to delete (long post btw)  

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Happy Birthday to my best tumblr friend in the world @kae-popx !! We were just talking about how crazy it is that I send you a message months ago and we’ve talked everyday since. I’m so glad I had the courage to send that message. I really wanted some tumblr friends and I got exactly that. You’re so kind hearted and loving. You make sure I eat and sleep even though we’re in completely different states. You read everything I write and are nice enough to give me feedback when I ask. We share so many things together, especially weird fics which make me laugh so hard. I tell you I hate you even though it’s a thank you because you send me 5 million Jongin gifs that make us and are WHOREmoans get out of control. You let me be weird and thirsty as hell to you with no judgement. You encourage me and my writing everyday and you’re like the big sister I never had. You truly are such a gem and i’m so happy that you are my friend and we still get to talk and fangirl to each other, thank you. I hope you have a truly wonderful birthday! Here’s our man for you ^^

                                                                Love your, lil bean <3

like ships in the night (you keep passing me by)

To my beautiful (outside and in) @spartanguard. I hope you have a lovely birthday full of everything you deserve (which is a whole lot!). This fic is for you but it doesn’t really express how much I love and appreciate you!!!!!!

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. A one-shot (for now? might do another chapter)
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Princess Emma’s deerskin slippers made no sound as she walked the darkened street. Up on the hill over looking the port town the imposing and elegant walls of the castle glowed with the light of hundreds of fires and candles. She imagined she could hear the music and laughter of her farewell ball spilling out with the light even though it was impossible at this distance. From this distance the castle looked more like the model in her long abandoned nursery. For a moment she wished to be the young carefree Princess in that nursery and not a woman of twenty-four tasked with a delicate diplomatic mission.

She tore her eyes from the castle and settled them on the mostly empty streets trying to decide which direction would offer her the most distraction. After a few moments consideration she turned toward the harbor and the dockside taverns. She had escaped the castle to enjoy a night of anonymity and freedom before the months of scrutiny and obligation began and sailors seemed the least likely to recognize her. It had been years since she had snuck away from her duties and even longer since she had ventured to the port town instead of one of the closer castle villages.

Dressing up as a peasant had been the game of her youth. Escaping her bodyguards, getting drunk, kissing a village boy, winning a game of chance, and making friends had all felt so freeing and exciting; adventures that proved she was no longer a child. Those small adventures were eventually eclipsed by her diplomatic travels, actual dangers and other hard learned lessons. The palace became her refuge not a place to escape.

Except tonight in the press of people congratulating her and wishing her happiness and safety in her journey she had once again felt that suffocating trapped feeling. The need to escape was overwhelming. She had slipped from the ball room, through the kitchens and the secret service tunnel where miraculously one of her old peasant gowns had still waited.

She tugged at the gown now as she walked closer to the docks and the forest of masts in the harbor. It didn’t quite fit in the chest, her breasts spilling out a bit more than she was used to in her royal gowns, and the material was rougher than she remembered. She ran her hands down her skirt ensuring that the dagger was still discreetly hidden and pulled her long golden hair over her chest.

The streets near the dockside taverns were dotted with people. Drunken shouts and songs echoed along with moaning from various alleyways. It felt alive and raw in a way Emma had forgotten existed and she smiled; this was just what she needed.

The tight coil in her shoulders loosened as she pushed open the door of the “Royal Swan” Light, warmth, noise, and the smell of beer greeted her. She glanced over the room. There was not a uniform in sight and the men looked rough but not dangerous. There was a generous amount of women some serving drinks others glued to the sides of men. Emma wondered how many were there for a free drink and some fun and how many were working and if it really mattered either way.

The place felt just on the margin of safe and dangerous. She locked eyes with a brunette bar maid who gave her a nod and came her way after dropping off a tankard.

“You looking to work?”

Emma shook her head. “Just for a good time.” She was careful to elongate her vowels and disguise the precise diction that would immediately identify her as not belonging.

The woman gave her an assessing look and a short nod. “Well there are plenty men here willing to show you a good time.” A loud burst of laughter caused them both to turn toward the table in the back. Emma caught her breath.

A dark haired man dressed entirely in black leather sat sandwiched between two women. He laughed as two large men stood from their table throwing gold coins down.

“Thanks for playing mates,” he called as the women collected the coins from the table for him. His smile and swagger stirred something in Emma, the excitement of a challenge or maybe just raw physical attraction.

“What about him?” she asked.

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Happy Birthday to my Lanky Noodle Breadstick Boy, Luke!! 🎉🎂 You’ve turned into a hot piece of toast. I can’t believe you’re 19, it feels like just yesterday you were starting up your YouTube Chanel, Hemmo1996. At the time you probably didn’t know it, but it was going to be the beginning of something beautiful and unique. Now look at you, you’ve all come so far. Even though I “hate” this band so much (but too emotionally invested to leave) I want to thank you and the boys for everything you’ve done. You’re all working really hard to make us happy. Just remember to take a day off to relax, especially today. Enjoy your birthday my love 💕 Can’t wait to see you in a week.


Happy 60th Birthday Brendan Gleeson! [b March 29th, 1955]


Sierra: Happy birthday.

August: Thanks for being here and thanks for meeting my family. 

Sierra: Do you think they liked me? I was a little blunt and Uncle Brody avoided me for the whole night.

August: How could they not love you. 

Sierra: My aunt kind of hates me. 

August: You were perfect.

Sierra: That’s a relief. We didn’t get to really spend any time alone though. I wish we had. 

August: Maybe we can. The night is still young…

Sierra: Maybe somewhere more private? Like my house?

August: Sounds even better than what I had in mind. 

I feel incredibly awkward and uncomfortable to do this, but it’s my 18th birthday on the 18th and even though I know I shouldn’t, I would just be overwhelmingly grateful if you guys helped me to get a happy birthday from Taylor. I’m so happy, and always have been happy, that she’s followed people and interacted with literally hundreds of people via tumblr - it’s amazing. And for the majority of the time it is so damn easy to be at peace with the fact that it hasn’t happened for me personally. But as my birthday is coming up, I would be more grateful than I can tell you if this happened. I love every single one of you.

Happy 73rd Birthday to Paul McCartney, no matter what you still look the same to me and you still pretty much act like the 21 year old dork you are. And I pretend to hate you because you are so bloody arrogant and good looking but you’ve got a right to be these days.

But more than anything, I love you so fucking much and I’m so glad that we’re still able to celebrate your birthday with you all these years later. We love you Pauly, so please don’t leave us anytime soon.

P.S. Please come to Australia, I’m dying to see you live and you haven’t been here in a million years. Seriously, I must see you even though I’m poor as anything.

Thank you for blessing us with so much timeless music.
Maybe I’m Amazed will always be my favourite and will definitely be played at my wedding someday.