happy birthday muffin


Happy 35th Birthday, Sebastian Stan! (〃^∇^)ノ | August 13th, 1982

❝I came here from Romania when I was 12 years old. I had an accent. High school was tough a little bit for a few years. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be good-looking. I wanted to be popular. I spent a lot of time thinking, ‘What are these people going to think of me?‘❞


mark lee,

you’ve shown us so many sides of you. you’ve shown us how talented and amazing you are at everything you do.

now, 18 years old, and many, many more years ahead of you, it’s time to show the rest of the world how lovable you are in every possible way; every heartwarming yet lethal smile your lips create when you’re overcome with joy; every color your sweet, endearing laughter paints in the air; every flame of burning passion hidden in the stars of your eyes; every crevice of unfathomable perfection engraved in your entire being. 

♥ happy 18th birthday ♥


Can’t say that I’m completely satisfied with this, but I ran out of time completely and would probably not do more about it anyway, so yeah, it is what it is. 

(And no, I haven’t gotten that far in my kanji learning that I actually know how to spell Yuugi, I’ve just learned it because reasons)

(Should practice more on my handwriting, it’s quite terrible)


Happy Birthday @queenstonstwhorehouse Hope you enjoy your bday fic!!! <3<3<3<3<3


“Dere?” Dex called. Nursey jolted up from where he’d nearly fallen asleep at his desk.

“Mm?” he mumbled sleepily.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Dex whispered, “It’s pretty late”

“No…I need to finish this first” Nursey said, gesturing to his laptop.

“You need to sleep babe. You’re poem doesn’t even make sense anymore.” Dex laughed. “It’s full of typos.”

“Is not” Nursey argued, as he reread what he’d written.

“S-u-n-g-h-o-n-e?” Dex spelled out curiously.

“I meant sunshine.” Nursey explained.

“Mmhm.  Bedtime Dere.” Dex laughed, saving his poem for him, before shutting down his laptop, and getting ready for bed.


“Good morning babe”

“Hm? Oh, ‘morning Dere” Dex said sleepily rubbing his eyes.  “What’s all this?” he asked, looking at the tray Nursey was carrying.

“Just breakfast in bed. Thought you might like a smoothie.” Nursey explained with a smile.  He set down the tray on their nightstand, and got back under the covers with Dex.

“Ugh your feet are cold!” Dex complained, laughing as he pushed his legs away jokingly.

“Hey don’t push me out of bed!  I made you your favourite breakfast!” Nursey protested, putting his feet between Dex’s legs to warm them up.

“Blueberry smoothie?” Dex asked as he sat up in bed.

“And muffins” Nursey said, moving the tray onto the bed.

“You’re the best Dere.” Dex said, taking a muffin.

“Mm, you can say that again.” Nursey laughed.

Happy (late) birthday, haleigh91! Have some I-was-making-cupcakes-but-I-decided-to-bone-you-instead smut!

Buttercream frosting.

She’s three-fourths of the way through a manic baking spree when he walks into the house, black hair messy from the brisk wind rolling in off the water, scarf haphazardly twisted around his neck. He had slipped out just as golden strands of sunlight were making their way through the bedroom curtains, whispering something about sailing the high seas against her neck, his fingers trailing down her spine as he slipped from the bed.

He takes one look at the disaster zone that is the kitchen as he toes off his shoes, eyebrow arching high on his head and smirk tilting his lips. She knows what he’s going to say way before he says it and yet –

“I hope you haven’t iced your cakes without me, darling.”

She sighs.

The man has a thing for cupcakes.

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