happy birthday to both

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“He seems everything with his scarlet eyes, and hiding his true dream he acts in a play in which truth and lies are mixed together…” - Masashi Kishimoto

Happy Birthday husbando for husbando, my lovely Nat.

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cosima + smiles

happy birthday, @starconfetti!

“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.


“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.

Made another Alex because I am weak and remembered that SOTD is a thing soon.. 

Bonus gif because it is 18 August and that means that its my blue food loving son of poseidon has existed another full year!!! And I am relieved he is still alive and salty like he should be.

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J: You mean the absolute world to me and I hope you never, ever forget that.

BTS WISHING JIMIN A HAPPY BIRTHDAY - Oct 13:

JHOPE (HOSEOK): 

TRANS: #happybirthdayjimin  #forever_behind With Jimin Forever forever forever forever will be together HB my brother @-@/ #Hobi

Original tweet HERE | Gifs HERETrans BTS_National

SUGA (YOONGI):

TRANS: Chimchimsseu Happy Birthday *cackling laughter* #itsSugahyung #itsSugahyung #nomorederpphotosever #JiminieHBD #ohoho #itscoldtoday #becarefulbecarefulnottocatchacold #happybirthday

Original tweet HERE |  Trans  rapmonstuh0912

RM (NAMJOON):

TRANS:  Jimin-ah happy birthday ❤️ - RM (draw both their characters from BT21: Koya & Chimmy)

Original tweet HERE |  Trans vantaekim

V (TAEHYUNG):

TRANS:  #JimniHappyBirthday #KimTaeHyung

TRANS: I only have ugly photos (of Jimin) on my phone. I have saved him (He is saying he didn’t share any so he basically saved him)

Original tweets HERE & HERE |  Trans vantaekim

JIN (SEOKJIN):

TRANS: #JimniHappyBirthday I picked the cake Jimin-ah -Jin (The cake he selected is: Paris Baguette Sweet Potato Cake)

Original tweet HERE | Trans BTS_National

JUNGKOOK:

TRANS: #JimNiHappyBirthday Still not ended… (He tweeted 30 min before Jimin’s birthday ended)

Original tweet HERE | Trans BTS_National

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On the pitch I like to have Iniesta close, especially if the game is strange, tough or rough. I tell him: “Come close, stand by my side.” He grabs the team, drives it, looks for me, gives it to me. He’s a modest person and as a player is magical, everything he does with the ball is amazing. 

Happy birthday, Andres Iniesta! | May 11th, 1984