happy birthday mum!!

A painting for a very special someone. She’s beautiful, she’s witty, she’s the best and I love her more than words can express. Today’s her birthday and she deserves to be celebrated! Happy birthday, mum! I love you and forgive me for eating all your chocolate! ♥

Happy Birthday my precious tootsie patootie!! You’re an amazing human and I love you so much forever 5ever. Thank you for being the best waifu! kissu kissu <3

You’re so important to me, you deserve all the love and happiness in this world! *hugs tight* 


Happy 26th birthday, Thiago! (11.04.1991)

You’re too cute // SHAWN MENDES

Request: Can you do an imagine where your family is having a party (like ur moms bday or something) and Shawn comes and is being super cute and comfortable with everyone like ur family and friends??? A lotta fluff plz! 

Author’s note: HI this is me taking a break from the Percy Jackson AU and for once actually writing up some requests. 

Warning: There is so much fluff in this you could possibly die

“You can carry the cake Shawn.” I grab the container holding the precious chocolate cake and pass it into his hands. He tries to take it but I hold on tighter, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare drop this. Its my Mum’s birthday cake, okay?” I raise an eyebrow.

He rolls his eyes. “Y/n, sweetie. You know that before was an accident. I didn’t purposely mean to drop you’re birthday cake.” Shawn grins at me sheepishly.

“I know but I just want you to take extra precaution this time.” I say sternly, releasing my hold. He pulls it closer to his chest, protecting it with his arms.

“I will protect it with my life.” He winks, moving forward to press a kiss to my forehead gently.

“Yeah yeah, get inside.” I laugh, slamming the boot of the car. I trail behind Shawn as we make our way to the front door of my parent’s house for my Mother’s 50th birthday party.

“Be on your best behavior baby,” I tease, leaning up on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair- the hair that he spent a good hour perfecting.

“Y/n!” Shawn gasps, twisting to see me as I press the doorbell.

“I spent an hour on this hairstyle. You knew how I felt about it so why would you do something like this?” he huffs, lifting one hand to fix the strands.

“Honestly Shawn, you look just as handsome no matter what your hair looks like.” I grin, Shawn unamused with my response.

“Honestly Y/n, I think I should just leave you to fend for yourself whil- Hi Mrs Y/L/N,” Shawn is cut off by the door opening and he quickly composes himself to look excited to see my family.

“Hi Mum, happy birthday!” I peer over Shawn’s shoulder to meet my mother’s warm hazel eyes who peer at the both of us curiously. “Don’t worry about Shawn, Mum. He’s just having a hair crisis at the moment.”

“Hey,” Shawn protests, elbowing me in the side of my stomach and I scowl at him while he smirks back proudly.

“You’ve haven’t changed at all, either of you.” Mum laughs, holding the door open for us to come inside. I give her a hug once the door is shut, taking the cake out of Shawn’s hands while he greets her himself.

I leave the two alone, walking towards the kitchen and placing the dessert on the counter. Their voices float down the hallway and I can’t help but listen in.

“You’ve gotten taller, Shawn?” My Mum asks, and I hear Shawn laugh in response.

“Maybe, since I’m a growing boy I’ll need a good feed today Mrs Y/L/N.” Shawn comments. I roll my eyes at the joke while my Mum laps it up, her chuckles filling the silence. 

“Don’t worry we’ll put some meat on you’re bones.” She pauses, her voice lowering. “Now tell me, how’s my daughter going since she moved in with you.”

“She’s amazing, we make dinner every night together- or at least when I’m home in time which most nights I am. We have our own little schedules worked out and life with her.. it just works, you know?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Ever since she got that job in the city she’s been so happy and I love it, I love living with her.” My mum aw’s at Shawn.

“So should I be expecting any wedding bells any time soon?” I faintly catch her giggles.

“Maybe. I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about it.” Shawn replies, my cheeks heating up.

“Okay, Shawn, come say hi to Dad.” I break off their little chat, appearing in the hallway.

“Happy Birthday again, Mrs Y/L/N.” Shawn calls over his shoulder as I drag him out to the back deck where the rest of my family is.

A chorus of greetings meet us as Shawn and I step through the door. I smile warmly at all my Mum’s friends, Shawn’s arm slipping around my waist. 

“Y/n!” A voice calls and I turn to see my Dad walking towards me with a giant grin on his face.

“Dad!” I beam, letting go of Shawn to hug my Father.

“How you doing kiddo?” He asks, kissing the top of my head.

“I’m good, great actually.” I laugh, turning back to Shawn to see him already looking at me with a fond expression on his face.

“Dad you remember Shawn right? You’re son in law?” I ask innocently, watching my Dad splutter and Shawn blush beet red.

“She’s joking, sir, we’re not engaged yet.” Shawn excuses himself, and he looks like he wants to be anywhere else right now. You could say Shawn was scared of my Dad.

“Yet?” My Dad’s voice raises, eyebrows raising along with it.

“Change that to never.” Shawn rushes to say, and you could almost see a bead of sweat on his forehead.

“What? Shawn! I thought you said we were going to get married before the baby came.” I tease, watching Shawn pale, my Dad letting out a loud bellow of laughter.

“I’m just kidding Shawn,” Dad chuckles, slapping his shoulder. “Y/n’s joking as well, the little terror.” 

I grin at them both. “Like father like daughter, as they say.”

“Nice seeing you Shawn, and my little terror, but the barbecue is calling me,” Shawn nods faintly, Dad walking off. I smile, leaning my head against Shawn’s shoulder.

“You’re too cute.” I giggle, kissing his shoulder blade. It was a nice day, the sun shining and a light breeze that ruffled my hair, my sundress flaring.

“That was mean.” Shawn pouts, his eyes filled with humor. 

“You loved it.” I scoff. He turns to face me, his hands resting above my hips.

“Maybe.” He kisses me briefly before starting to pull away.

“Where are you going?” Its my turn to pout as I tug him back to me.

“We’re in front of your family, isn’t it weird?” He blushes faintly and I laugh.

“You’re so lame.” I grin, holding his chin as I step on the tips of my toes to press my mouth to his.

“You’re lamer.” Shawn whispers against my lips and I bite my lip to stop my laughter.

“The fact that you just said that sentence is proof enough that you are the one whose more lame.” I snicker, kissing him again.

“When you kiss me I always forget my comeback.” Shawn frowns, leaning his forehead against mine.

I kiss him again. “I’m just that good.”

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Originally posted by lematworks

It would have been Carrie’s birthday today, and for her sake, I promise myself that I will try and do my best not to feel sad about it. I will put some glitter on instead, and reblog posts about her that celebrate her in all her uniqueness on and off the screen. Happy birthday Space Mum, wherever you are!

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happy (belated) birthday to our beloved sunshine ♡

anonymous asked:

Could you write a blurb about teaching Niall a sport that he doesn't know? Like baseball? He doesn't watch it but you love it and try to teach him the rules and stuff, thank you!

You had your feet up on the coffee table, eyes trained on the television. You woke up at 6am on a Sunday to watch your damn team play.

You loved Niall, you truly did. But you did not love moving back and forth between London and LA. Especially being in London during baseball season. You didn’t like to record the games to watch back, you liked living in the moment.  

This was an especially important series for the Rangers, you forced yourself up and awake every morning to watch the games that were happening in the afternoon back in the US. You have been exhausted all week. Your eyes screamed to close and stay close, but you forced them awake, the strongest coffee brew warming the mug in your hands. You kept the television on low, eyes half closed as you watched the team warm up.

Niall did not realize you were out of bed just yet, he was still snoring away, curling into the warmth of the spot you had left.He had been out of the house when the games were on Friday and Saturday. He was in the studio recording. Which was nice for you because you could watch it in peace, feet up, cold Guiness in your hand, surround sound on. It made you feel like you were there. But on the last game of the series, you were sitting in the dark, coffee in your hand, and barely hearing the television.

“Son of a bitch.” You curse at full volume before covering your mouth. Your coffee was abandoned on the table, your feet under you, you were leaning forward, the volume up only two more ticks up. The clock read 8am, two hours in and the god damned A’s were taking a lead and the left fielder, Ryan Rua let the ball roll through his legs and was given an error which gave the A’s their second run advantage.

Your voice carried through the high rise flat and Niall let out a low groan, rolling over to look at the clock. “Fuck.” He groans again, “Baby, you awake?” He asked and tried to cuddle into you but was met by an empty bed. He stayed quiet as he tried to hear for sounds of life in the shared flat. He heard the low hum and warbled voices from the telly. Niall whined and gets up, pulling on sweats and sleepily stumbling to the the couch. 

You look up at his sleepy face and mussed brown hair, feeling a bit guilty. “I’m sorry baby.” You pout at him. 

He comes over and buries his face into your stomach and cuddles close against you. “It’s okay.” He sighs. “Why are you awake so early?” He yawns, eyes closed. 

“Watching a ball game darling.” You run your fingers through his feathery hair. “Sleep. I’ll try to stay quiet.” You murmur. 

He shifts to lay on his side and watch the television. You force yourself to stay quiet, watching the game, hands anxiously running through his hair. After a long while of silence, you are sure he had fallen asleep. You peek down at him and he’s watching you intently. “What?” You ask shyly. 

“You are adorable being so into the game.” He smiles and brings your hand to his lips to kiss it gently. “Sorry we are in London during baseball.” He murmurs. 

“I want to be with you, my love. It’s not a problem.” You smile. 

He smiles back and searches your eyes. “You should teach me about baseball my love so I can enjoy it properly with you.” He flushes a bit. 

Your eyebrows come up. “You want to learn about it?” 

“You love it. Of course I do.” He shifts to sit up, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. 

You kiss him back easily before you pull away. “After this game, baseball boot camp.” You laugh and lean into him, ready to finish the game. 

Thank god the Rangers actually won the game. 

You sat down, notebook in hand along with your iPad. “All right, Niall. Let’s learn you some stuff.” You giggle and lean back onto the couch.

“Learn me some good stuff. Me best girl’s favourite sport.” He chuckles and looks at what you are writing down. The two of you spent just an hour going over the basics of baseball and Niall had finally gotten a solid enough handle to be able to watch it with you. 

Niall brings you a hot dog with all the fixings you liked and did the same for himself as well. 

Yes it might have been super early and hot dogs were not breakfast foods. 

But it was baseball food.

 Rangers were playing again and Niall was sitting right there next to you, wearing a Rangers baseball jersey unbuttoned with his sweats. You wore an oversized t-shirt with the Rangers’ logo on it.

 “Ready?” You ask, taking a bite of your hot dog. 

“Born, baby.” He winks and turns the volume up. 

Sabine and her family

So @teammarinette was telling me this headcanon he has about Sabine and typed this and asked me to post it. He is Chinese too so it really gives an interesting insight. Personally, I really find this headcanon fitting and well thought. What do you guys think? Any opinions?

So you know how the Kung Food episode starts off with Marinette trying to translate stuff into Chinese so she can greet her uncle and then trying to memorise and pronounce those sentences. She then talks to Tikki about how she’s worried about her uncle visiting her house, and when he does arrive Marinette opens door, forgets everything, and ends up making a fool of herself. Her uncle ignores her and proceeds to purge her flowers, and then she ends up sitting on the sofa across from her uncle while she’s not speaking and trying to pretend her uncle isn’t there but her uncle doesn’t really care and happily proceeds to finish demolishing her flowers.

It’s a very short scene, really; less than two minutes of screen time but already this is a lot of content that we’re shown and a massive amount of stuff to work on.

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