happy bday bby i love you


Happy Birthday to my sweet Ashley! (๑♡3♡๑) ( @ranpohedogawa​ )
↳  yurio tickets for you to spend on your bday! XD

♡ Happy Birthday Suga!!!!!!!   ҉*\( ‘ω’ )/*҉  ♡ 


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Happy Birthday to my sweet Fay bby! ( @yuuchiroz )

For my lovable boyfriend @sir-scandalous 
it took me 5 days to make this and i know, i know i am very veeey late, but this is a present for his bday (7/12) I am so so sorry bby pfft 
I tried to put everything you like in one drawing <3 im so tired tho, i gave everything of me to finish it !! also , i forgot to add another pairing…. 
Babe , i love you so so so much, thanks for being as cute as you are, i hope everything work out for you, we dont talk much, but never forget that i love you and i will always be here for you , even if i delay to answer you <3 
Happy birthday hehe


“Hinata… This big idiot finally understands… The real meaning of the scarf you gave me when you went with Toneri… I know now, from the scarf you painstakingly knitted and took so long to finish, that your love can’t be unraveled so easily… Wait for me… This whole time, you always loved me for the way I am… Now, as a man, there’s something I must tell you… Hinata, I swear I will save you!”

Anonymous: Do you think you could write something about Philip Hamilton and Georges de Lafayette? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to…

You got it, kiddo!! Enjoy this short and sweet lil fic in honor of Philip’s birthday! Get those toothbrushes out and ready, kiddos, because this one is so sugary you might immediately get cavities ;))))))

“I don’t get why this kid can’t stay at a hotel or something,” Philip grumbled. “We’ve already got a bunch of kids running around here. Why do we need one more?” He crossed his arms and frowned at Eliza.

Eliza just bopped him on the nose and chuckled. “Georges is the son of a very good friend of Papa’s. You’ll be great friends with him, too.”

“I’m not like Papa at all,” Philip exclaimed. He scrunched his face up exactly the same way Alexander did–– his eyes narrowing, his cheeks puffing up ever so slightly.

Eliza couldn’t help but laugh again. “You’re more like him then you know,” she said. She ruffled Philip’s curls and turned toward the oven, where a cake for Philip’s birthday was baking.

“Is it done yet?” Philip asked, face once again bright and cheery. He wiggled his way between his mom and the oven, the heat rushing toward his face, the burst of warm air making the smallest of his curls waver.

The cake had risen and now had a golden hue to it. Eliza scooched Philip to the side and stuck a toothpick in the middle of it.

“What’s that do?” Philip asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Eliza pulled it out and showed it to him. “Do you see any crumbs on it?”

Philip squinted, studying it hard. Eliza stifled back another laugh, loving the seriousness Philip was showing over his birthday cake.

“No,” Philip finally said. “What’s that mean?”

Eliza grabbed the oven mitts off of the counter. “That means it’s done,” she said. She bent down and pulled the silver rack out toward her. Philip retreated to behind the counter, knowing that his mama never appreciated it when he hovered too close by.

He gasped in admiration as she set the cake on the marble surface. “It looks so good, Mama! Can we have some now?”

Eliza chuckled and shook her head. “Let me cut it and double layer it, then if we have any left over, well, I think the birthday boy can get a special treat.”

She winked at him and set to work dividing the cake. When she was done, there was a long sliver of it left. She handed it to Philip. It was still warm, and when he bit into it it was even fluffier than it looked.

“Mmm,” he said around his full mouth. “It’s so good!”

Eliza poured him a cup of almond milk, his favorite, and he chugged the whole thing upon finishing the slice of cake.

“I’m going to make the frosting now, but I need you to go get dressed and tidy up your room for Georges’ arrival,” Eliza gently instructed her son.

Philip groaned. “Fiiine,” he whined. “Is the frosting chocolate?” he asked before getting up.

“Of course,” Eliza said with a little laugh.

“Yay!” he squealed.

“You run along and get ready,” Eliza said.

This time, Philip did as she asked, all while wondering just what Georges would be like, and if they would be friends.


Georges Lafayette was nearly an exact replica of his father.

Philip had met the older Lafayette multiple times in his young life, and had of course seen plenty of photos of him and his wife, and a few of them with an infant and toddler Georges. Georges and his father shared the same curly hair, although Georges kept his a bit shorter and didn’t pull it into a ponytail. They shared the same skin tone, as well, although Georges had his mother’s light blue eyes and button nose.

Philip was speechless for the first five minutes they spent together, but, thankfully, his little sister, Angelica, filled in the awkward silence with a million questions about France, which she, of course, asked in French, since she’d picked up their father’s first language at a much faster pace than Philip, who could understand French, and even read it, but had trouble speaking it himself.

It wasn’t until it was time for cake that Philip was able to do much more than stare at Georges in wonder. Everyone sang to Philip, who blew out nine candles at the end of the off-key but lively rendition of “Happy Birthday.”

“I hope you like chocolate, Georges,” Alexander said as he sliced the cake for an eager Philip.

Georges eyes lit up. “Non, I do not like it–– I love it!” he declared.

Philip grinned across the table at the other boy. “Me too!” he exclaimed.

After the smile they shared over their mutual love of chocolate Philip, had no doubt they would be the best of friends, just like their fathers.


Beautiful Fanalis ♥ | Morgiana | Happy Birthday to my wonderful Olivia! ♥  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*


Happy birthday to my soul mate, one of my biggest inspirations, the guy who I happen to have the exact same birthday as.

“ I mean considering the fact that we’re at a high school party right now
And I’m not in high school, neither are you. So, I mean we could just, uhm, go back to to my house, yeah”

I love you Keats, always will.
Happy 18th birthday bby.

Happy Birthday Val!!

hey hEY HEY 

Today is the birthday of an amazing person a.k.a @bfjoonie go wish her a happy birthday!

Hey girl heeeeey aaaah happy birthday!!! Honestly this girl is amazing. She is very kind, loving and caring no matter in what situation. She keeps on fighting and stays strong even during days that aren’t going so well. Truly an amazing girl.

Like she just gives you happiness. Seeing her happy and smiley truly makes one happy too. Ah, please remember I’ll be there when life is a little tough on you. I’ll keep on trying my best to cheer you up, I promise. You deserve happiness and love, so you’ll get both. I’d love to see you grow into an even more amazing person in the future. I believe in you, just know that.


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↳ ☆ Happy Birthday to my fabulous Julia!! @tovsei 

takasugiz  asked:


WOW I REALLY DIDN’T EXPECT SOMETHING NICE FROM YOU!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ROMANIAN!!  THIS IS SO SWEET OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU BBY!! don’t worry I’ll be choking on something else tonight  Spider dick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

smol-flower-girl  asked:


YOU GOT IT KIDDO!!! Here’s a cute lil fic starring Lams and ft. some Mullette! I hope you enjoy it and that you have a fabulous bday! <333 (Read my other lil fics here)

The school bell had just rung and John couldn’t wait to see Alexander and their other friends. Ever since his father had taken him out of the local public school and placed him in the ritzy college prep school just a few blocks away from his old one, he’d really valued his afternoon coffee meet-ups with Alex, Laf, and Herc even more than before. 

The coffee shop was the perfect place for them to meet–– it was equidistance between the two schools and it had the best coffee around. Even though the public school let out about a half hour before John’s school did, Alex usually had debate, and Laf and Herc were never opposed to time to be grossly adorable and make-out in the theatre dressing rooms or even under the bleachers by the football field if they were feeling particularly athletic.

When all was said and done, John got to the coffee place first and he always ordered all of their drinks–– if they didn’t text him with a request, he got their usuals. By the time they got there, he was seated in the corner booth in the back, the cups steaming on the table, awaiting his friends.

“I’m just saying that Jefferson didn’t need to be that big of a jerk, is all.” Alexander, who was almost shouting as he entered the coffee shop, was followed by an anxious looking Laf and an exhausted Herc. 

“Hey, there’s your boyfriend. Go complain to him,” Herc deadpanned. He grabbed Alex by the shoulders and steered him over to the table even though there was no doubt Alex knew which one to go to.

“What’s going on?” Laurens asked, looking at each of his friends in turn.

“Alexander is being, how you say…” Laf fumbled over his words, looking to Herc for help.

“He’s being a real pain in the ass, is what he’s being.” Herc rolled his eyes.

“I’m right here, you know?!” Alex exclaimed. He grabbed his mug and chugged half of the drink.

“Woah,” John said. “Slow down there, babe.” He took Alex’s mug from him, earning a glare from his boyfriend. “Why’re you being a pain?”

“You’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to take my side in this!” Alex feigned insult, trying to use the moment to lunge for his coffee, but John shoved it across the table to Laf, who grabbed it and hid it behind his arms. 

“Yeah, just because I’m your boyfriend doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how you tend to aggravate Jefferson during debate practice then blame it all on him and complain about it for hours.” 

Alex opened his mouth, brow furrowed, finger in the air pointed at John, looking ready to launch into an angry tirade, but then he stopped himself, looking momentarily confused. He sighed and let his finger drop.

He mumbled something incoherent to the others, but John knew what he’d said. 

Still, the freckled boy grinned. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch that. Would you mind repeating it?”

“I said you’re right,” Alex grumbled. 

John motioned for Laf to hand the mug back over to him. John set it in front of Alex and kissed his boyfriend’s forehead.

“Holding out on the coffee always gets the truth out of you,” he said, snaking his hand into Alex’s. 

Alex gripped back, bringing the mug to his lips with his other hand. “It’s practically torture,” he said half to his coffee, half to his friends.

The three other boys burst out in a fit of laughter.

“I’ll get you another, mon ami, on me, to make up for it,” Laf said with a wink.

Alex grinned at him. “Now we’re talking!” He looked at Herc. “You know, that was a really trying experience…” he said in a fake-scared voice.

Herc just shook his head. “You’re not getting a biscotti out of me, Hamilton.” 

Alex turned to John and gave him his infamous puppy dog eyes. John withheld for about ten seconds. 

“Fine! Fine, I’ll get you the biscotti,” he said with a laugh. 

Alex leaned forward and caught his boyfriend’s lips with his. John sighed as he kissed Alexander. These kisses, which they’d often shared quickly in the hallway or bathroom and once or twice in an empty classroom, were what he missed the most now that they were at separate schools. 

“Did I mention that I love you?” Alex said when he pulled away.

John laughed. “And did I that I mention I love you?” 

“Get a room!” Laf hollered. He and Herc laughed. 

John and Alex joined in the laughter, and John couldn’t help but think about how these afternoons were the best of his life. What, after all, was better than good coffee, good friends, and one smokin’ hot boyfriend?