happy birthday baby ;3;


I didn’t want to be sad every time I go onstage … and I didn’t want to sink back into depression or relive these things over and over again, I wanted to make myself happy and when I get on stage everything is so happy. I’m having the time of my life.

Happy 22nd Birthday Kehlani Ashley Parrish | April 24th, 1995.


Happy Birthday Hayden Christensen! (April 19, 1981) - “Actors are observers. They’re trying to have an understanding of human sensibility. And how do you have that accurate observation if you regard yourself as someone of great importance? When you’re the one constantly being observed, because they view you as a celebrity? It’s all wrong.”


A series of doodles to celebrate Shiro’s sixth birthday because it was just too much fun playing around with that meme . Also yah Shiro would totally gobble down a big ass cake made by Hunk just for him <3


*itadakimasu = thanks for the food


“Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.”


Happy Birthday, Lelouch!  ♡
Make Me Choose
:: Lelouch or Suzaku - @cldstrifes 

listen it is @kidovna‘s birthday and I love her and this is really last minute but i had to write SOMETHING so there you go! based on her incredibly awesome gif, I hope you like it Soba <3 

Yuri wakes up to the sight of Victor sprawled across the bed, his limbs dangling off the edge almost precariously, a slight drool stain on his chin. For all his grace on the ice, Yuri’s fiancé had close to no elegance in other aspects of life and sometimes, that made Yuri feel better. It was proof in an odd way that Victor, just like him, was human.

Chuckling softly, Yuri shifts till he’s lying right beside the man before running his fingers up his arm, trying to rouse him without startling him. His touch is soft, barely there, loving. Victor flinches in his sleep but there’s a blissed out smile on his face, like he knows it’s Yuri that’s caressing him. Yuri giggles, a little louder this time, before placing a chaste kiss on Victor’s nose.

Victor’s eyes twitch before blinking awake, fighting against the orange rays of sunshine flooding their bedroom. It isn’t early by any means, but it’s still morning. A lazy, gorgeous morning that Yuri greets with a smile.

“It’s far too early to be smiling like that,” Victor grumbles, licking his dry lips and struggling to keep his eyes open.

Yuri scoots closer and nuzzles Victor’s chin before pressing his lips to it. “Maybe, but it’s a beautiful day and it deserves a smile.”

Victor’s eyes are now open and he gazes at Yuri with the most blatant amount of affection, it’s downright embarrassing. Yuri almost tells him to stop staring before realizing he’s doing the exact same thing. He cant really help it though, not when he’s dating the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I love you.”

The confession is honest and simple, just three words said with the utmost conviction, and yet Yuri’s heart pounds in his ribcage, a blush tainting his entire face bright red. Victor has never held back when it comes to showing his emotions, but while he’s used to most of Victor’s words, he’s never truly gotten used to his I love you’s.

And honestly? He hopes he never does.

Yuri’s lips travel down to Victor’s collorbones, placing a soft kiss there before travelling back up along his throat, tracing the veins with the tip of his tongue before he finds Victor’s lips and presses a kiss to it, filled with unsaid emotions that he’s never been able to put into words.

“I love you.”

They kiss and they feel, they sigh and they whisper, they touch and they caress. That’s how they speak, how they know, how they love. It’s intimate in a way Yuri never thought he’d be lucky enough to feel, and he thanks his stars every single day for that fateful evening he skated at the rink and got his recording on the internet.

Victor pulls Yuri to his chest , tangling their legs and holding him close to his warmth. Yuri snuggles closer, till his head is fitted perfectly into the crook of Victor’s neck, inhaling his scent, a scent Yuri now considers home.

Victor slowly pushes his hand up and cups the side of Yuri’s face, fingers tangling in his hair, stroking his face softly. The motion is relaxing, reassuring, loving. Yuri melts in his arms like butter, his own hand moving up to clasp Victor’s hand before his thumb pushes out, slowly drawing patterns on his wrist before he simply ends up stroking it over and over, rhythmically.

Yuri feels his eyelids droop and he lets them shut, drifting away as his body melds into Victor’s like it’s the most natural thing to do. Their breathing synchronizes as the two of them fall back asleep, tangled together in both body and soul.

And Yuri, he’s never been happier.


I was supposed to do a birthday post for Hinata yesterday but I ended up organizing my fanarts lol

Anyway, belated happy birthday to the most adorable cinnamon roll/ baby carrot/ tangeriiiine~! <3

Thanks for always making me feel fwaaah and gwaaah <3

You’re so adorbs and smol lololol

Haikyuu is precious <3