Thank you for all your wonderful gifts! Yoosung felt like a celebrity and hasn’t stopped beaming since! You all are amazing! If we didnt reblog your gift, please accept our apologies! We might have missed it! >< We hope we got everyone! With this we’ll close our birthday operation!
On a side note, we’ve gotten a new part time admin! She’s helping us out when Sloth- I mean Devlyn and I are busy! She doesn’t talk much, and when she does she makes fish sounds. So…we’ve dubbed her Admin Phish.
She sent a message with the above: Blurp blurp blurp! Bruu-lurp bruu-bruu-lurp! Blurp bruu bruu~~ <3
Yoosung is so happy, his happiness can last him a lifetime now
It’s been too long since I saw you. To be honest, I wanted to know you, I really did, and I miss you so much. I don’t like talking about you like you’re dead. It feels strange even now, and like something I’m being forced to accept.
I started a blog about you. It’s gotten fairly popular. I can’t help but to think, I wish I didn’t have this blog. I have all these followers because of you, I have people giving me messages, telling me they miss you too, and how they wish you weren’t dead, like I led them to some comfort and honestly I’m glad I can help them in the wake of your memory.
But that’s just it, Anton, the reason I have this blog is because you died. I wish you were still here, I wish it so much. It hurts every time I say or do something for you, and I need you back here.
I was just thinking, as I went for a walk in the snow, I’m so sorry you can’t see this anymore. I look outside as I’m riding in a car and music in my ears, and I think, “I am so goddamn happy to be alive.”
But then, I remember, what about those people that aren’t? You’re missing so much, every day, and I kept on living and seeing these things because I know if you aren’t here, someone else has to see them. You’re an intrepid, amazing, kind soul, and I am so sorry I couldn’t make it to your photo gallery.
Your photo gallery. It killed me, knowing I couldn’t make it. I’m so caught in the middle of school, keeping my grades up so maybe, just maybe I can make valedictorian so I can feel a bit better about myself and the way things are.
But that doesn’t matter. I feel as if I’m trying to talk myself up and I’m really not. I say “I miss you, I miss you” so much that it almost seems like it’s trying to form a moot point, a horse that’s long been beaten into the dust.
You’re a really amazing person. I think, if we were just trying to be basic, that’s what I’d say. You’re amazing. An amazing actor, photographer, person that I never got the privilege to meet, not really. What I had with you wasn’t enough to say I even remotely knew you.
I wish I could admit these things to anyone else. You know they won’t listen. I can barely listen myself. I’m trying to distance myself, you know, and it didn’t work. Actually, I’d be lying if I said I tried to distance myself completely.
So, we all decided to do this thing, giving you letters on your birthday, sending them out on helium balloons or posting them, or even just writing them, keeping them. I’m going to write a handwritten one too. It’ll probably be considerably shorter, but I’m sure you have enough letters on your plate, in your hands, right now.
It breaks my heart, what happened, and I wish more than anything that you were still here. God, I want to see another movie with the casting decision of Anton Yelchin for the lead role, the side role, any role at all.
I’ve loved so many things since you went away, like the sky and the snow, even though I’m horribly sick of it by now. Do you remember the way it looked when the sun hit it, or maybe snowflakes when the moonlight fell through the night air? It was like we were in a snowglobe.
I want to tell you so much about the world today. There are also things I don’t want to tell you, because a shit ton of bad things still happen and you don’t need to worry about those anymore. The sun comes out more and more each day, it seems, and the trees are starting to bud.
I wonder, what is it like for you now? Are you there, Anton? Ground control
I wish so much for you to be here with us today and now and here, so so very much. Happy birthday, and I hope the rest are happy too, even though they aren’t your birthday. I hope each day you had wasn’t harried or harsh on you, I hope you lived so many happy days with amazing people that love you so much.
I really do wonder what’s going on where you are. Is it pretty? Is it blank? Can you hear me? What can you see?
No, don’t answer that. I hope it’s so wonderful.
I wrote you a letter and buried it in the snow next to your grave. You know what I mean. I won’t bother to clarify. I hope you see it too.
I miss you so, so much, Anton, more than I can really explain.
The Monster neighborhood united to greet you with a blazing cake, lit by the Dragon King himself! He’s proud of his blaze, and of his cake as well. It looks like Tama has got a gift, a small plush, just for you! She’s a bit shy but she’s impatient to give it to you. Zino, here, says nothing – but he’s smiling. Tama loved the plush he made for you. And he silently hopes you will, too.
#HappyVictoriaDay February 2nd! Happy birthday to f(x)’s beautiful and loving leader, Song Qian! I wish you health and happiness and want to tell you that we’re all so proud of you for everything you do. You’ve been taking care of the girls for years and you’ve been a wonderful leader to f(x) and for that, I thank you so much. I miss you and all of f(x) every day and I can’t wait for you to return, and for you to be reunited with your kids. Thank you for being you, for being in f(x), for being their leader and for being so strong. I hope your birthday, as well as all days to come, have an outweighing number of good moments more than anything. I love you so much, dear leader Victoria. With love, #HappyQueenVictoriaDay
Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: none really.
Word Count: 1003 (exact cause I know steph - sorry bout the 3 girl!)
A/N: This is for one of the best people I have met on tumblr. She is the first friend I gained on here and she has put up with my ass ever since. It’s your birthday Stepie so I am gonna say this even if it is gonna make you barf. I love you so so much <3 Happy birthday @torn-and-frayed Hope you enjoy your Jensen you impossible woman ;)
Psst the aesthetic I promised you is at the bottom of the fic. It is kinda a give away so I hid it :P
Thanks a billion to the sweet @impala-dreamer for betaing this one for me <3 I owe you one Beka!
“Jensen! You missed the turn,” you scolded as Jensen blew past your street and continued into town.
“No I didn’t,” Jensen merely replied, making your blood boil. You knew he had wanted the two of you to go out on your birthday and make some big deal out of you turning 30. You had steadfastly refused. It was just another birthday and you hated all the fuss. You didn’t wanna be the center of attention all night long. Your idea of a perfect birthday was sitting in front of the tv, eating pizza with your boyfriend. You knew Jensen knew that and you couldn’t believe he didn’t wanna accept it.
“Don’t make me jump out of a moving car, Jensen. Take me home,” you warned him, just enough anger in your voice for him to nervously shift in his seat.
“You don’t wanna go home, babe,” he answered you in a slightly shaky voice.