happiest of birthdays to my fav pride queen & legend !!! i love u so so much ariana. thank u for changing my life and spreading so much happiness / positivity / light / love. u are truly the sweetest human being. iconic feminist & queen of equality. happy 24th my queen <3 !!!!
His phone has been ringing all morning, or blowing up with
texts, or pinging with Twitter notifications; and he ignores them all, because every
time his birthday rolls around—what he really
likes to do is wake up slowly and spend the coming hours just talking with his
West’s imagination is unparalleled, and the things Maison
will say can make him laugh—or make him cry in a matter of moments. It’s his
favorite thing in the world, so even though he appreciates all the well wishes,
he’ll ignore them for now, because his family is waiting for him, and he
already makes them wait enough throughout the year.
But then his phone vibrates.
He couldn’t decide on which ringtone to use, and no song seemed
to be good enough, and eventually—Misha felt silly trying so hard to pick just
the right tune for every time Jensen called, so he finally settled on setting
everything to “vibrate” which in the end, seemed the most fitting of all.
When he and Jensen talk, it tends to be quiet, hushed, tamed
in comparison to the world around them. It’s always more feeling than sound—so now,
whenever Misha sees is phone buzzing over and over, he knows it can only be one
person, and that person always warrants
“Hey! There he is! Happy birthday, man!”
Misha smiles deeply before settling down on the couch. “Thank
“What ya up to? Any big plans?”
Misha is shaking his head while looking down at his knee—absent
mindedly rubbing his hand over it. “Nah—just having dinner with the family, and
then maybe play some board games or something.”
“That sounds nice” Jensen says sincerely, and—with a little
They have often talked about how those calm family moments
are their favorites, where everything can just be simple and normal without the
hustle and bustle of cameras and fans. Jensen doesn’t get as many of those times
as Misha does, and he knows it breaks the man’s heart.
“How’s work?” Misha asks, changing the subject so Jensen
doesn’t start to get sad.
“Oh—same ol’, same ol’. Bob’s got a bug up his ass because
it’s supposed to rain soon, so they’re switching around the schedule to try and
Misha groans with empathy before shutting his eyes, feeling
really sorry for Jensen. Nothing makes Bob angrier than changing the days for shooting;
and he’ll be an absolute chore to deal with now, so Jensen and Jared will have
to try and behave themselves … which is a feat in and of itself. “Good luck
with that one.”
Jensen snorts but doesn’t say anything in response.
“So …” Misha begins after another beat, really wishing he
could read Jensen’s face. Silence is much easier on him when those green eyes
are visible. “What are you doing now?”
Jensen inhales deeply, grumbling a little at the end, and Misha
can already tell that he’s lying down—just by the sound. “I’m in my trailer,
waiting for them to call me to set. It should be any minute now.”
“Aw, and you
decided to call me while you waited?
How sweet” Misha teases.
“I always call you on your birthday. You know that” and the
man is so serious, it makes Misha warm up inside. He’s always caught off guard when
Jensen is genuinely affectionate towards him … even after all these years.
“Yeah—I know. I was just messing around.”
“Oh—hold on” Jensen mumbles, and then he hears his friend
calling out to the distance, saying something like “I’ll be right out” but
Misha can’t tell for certain. “That’s my cue” his friend starts back, directly
into the receiver.
“Okay, well—thank you again for the call. I really appreciate it.”
Jensen smiles—Misha can feel it against his ear. “Of course,
After that, Misha is opening his mouth to say “goodbye” and to
tell Jensen that he’ll talk to him when he gets to Vancouver in a couple of
days, but the other man is cutting in before he gets the chance.
“So, I’ll call you again tonight … like, before you go to
Misha chuckles awkwardly to himself, blushing and unsure of
what to say—and also, unsure why this
call has been getting him so flustered in the first place. “Yeah, sure, that’s fine with me – but, won’t you be tired from filming?”
A long pause makes his cheeks burn even brighter. “Yeah, but—that’s
not the point…” Jensen whispers, as if he’s blushing now too, “we always talk on the night of your
His mouth opens slightly, and then closes again, because he’s
suddenly trying to remember if that’s true or not. “We do?” he finally asks.
And Jensen’s voice sounds more strained than ever when it
tumbles back across the line. “Well … yeah.
I always call you … and … then, ya know.
We talk … until one of us falls asleep.” His words taper at the end until they’re
It makes Misha grin ear to ear. “Oh” he mutters happily,
having it all rush back to him now. They have
done that, quite a few times actually—and not just on his birthday; but he does
recall that his birthday has brought it about more consistently than any other
day in recent memory.
“I …” and now Jensen sounds really embarrassed, “I sorta thought it was our thing … like, a tradition.”
“Oh … well, I …”
“But if you can’t, or just want to sleep or whatever, that’s
cool. I’m not gonna keep you up if you don’t wanna talk—it’s fine. I just—.”
“Jensen” Misha blurts,
rolling his eyes up to stare at the ceiling. “I would love to talk to you tonight—until
I fall asleep. That sounds … well, it sounds like the perfect way to end my birthday.”
A light chuckle is followed by a sigh of relief, and once
again, Misha really wishes he could see the man’s face. “Okay—cool.
Well, I need to get to set, but … I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
Misha grins, already eager for when he gets to listen to
that deep, rugged voice again. “Okay.”
“Happy birthday, Mish” Jensen says one last time.
“Thank you, Jensen … I miss you.”
A quiet second passes before that obvious smile seeps back
through the phone. “Not as much as I miss you … old man.”
Jensen’s following laugh is booming, and the intoxicating
joy vibrates throughout Misha’s whole body—all the way around until it leaves
his heart buzzing, electrified,
beating double time and brilliant. “Not too old for you, I hope” he finally says, just before Jensen gears up to say
The other man quiets, and Misha can all but see him shaking
his head. “Never too old for me, Mish.
Not in a million years.”
The Signs as Lana Del Rey lyrics - long version & astrological explanation
Maybe I like this roller coaster, maybe it keeps me high, maybe the speed it brings me closer, I could sparkle up your eye // Movement, speed, the thrill of the rush
He likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont, slipping on my red dress, putting on my makeup. Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes: he says it feels like heaven to him // Appealing to the senses, romantic subtleties, the finest things in life
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care, you ask me where I been? I've been everywhere, now I don't wanna be nowhere but here // Dynamism, challenging personality, charismatic experiences
In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel living in the garden of evil, screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon // "The Outsider" trying to fit in, doing their best
The power of youth is on my mind: sunsets, small town, I'm out of time. Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty? // The need to love and be loved intensely & completely
Lost but now I am found, I can see that once I was blind, I was so confused as a little child, tried to take what I could get, scared that I couldn't find all the answers // The desperate need to know and control everything
I got my red dress on tonight, dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. Done my hair up real big beauty queen style, high heels off, I'm feeling alive // Just enjoying the moment, princess-style, alluring and dazzling
I'm feeling electric tonight: cruising down the coast going 'bout 99. Got my bad baby by my heavenly side, I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight // Feeling powerful, defying the law, the acceptance of death as something natural and the power of love
I know that I'm a mess with my long hair and my sun tan, short dress, bare feet, I don't care what they say about me // "I woke up like this" and being blunt about it
He said to "be cool" but I'm already coolest, I said to “get real, don't you know who you're dealing with? Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?” // Self-assured attitude, love for luxury
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art // Love for freedom and art, the need to make a change, create something meaningful
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality... Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean // Adaptability, ever changing personality, emotional connection with the sea