happy happy happy birthday bb!!!!! :')

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Happy 22nd birthday, Dua Lipa! ♡ There’s lots of artists who don’t write their songs, and that’s fine too, but I feel like if you’re not out there with an instrument, and you’re a pop artist, the misconception is that it might be manufactured in a way. People don’t really think that about men. But there are a lot of female artists that work their asses off. I know there are a lot of male artists that don’t write, but when you’re a male artist, people just assume that you write your own songs. When you’re female, that’s taken away from you.

happy birthday, jacques laurent

“I just cannot decide what kind of cake to make Jack.”

Nursey raised an eyebrow, looking up from his study notes. “Not pie?” 

“Don’t be silly,” Bitty said, flipping through the ancient Joys of Jell-o cookbook he’d been browsing in a last-ditch effort for inspiration. “Jack gets pie all the time. It’s his birthday. It has to be cake.” 

“Alrighty,” Nursey said easily. “Throw your list at me.” 

Bitty sighed. “Butter Toffee-Pecan Layer Cake. Triple-Layer Chocolate-Caramel Cake. Buttermilk-Lime Mini Cakes with Vanilla-Mascarpone Buttercream-”

“Wow.”

“I know,” Bitty huffed. “None of them fit.” 

“Have you asked Jack what kind of cake he wants?” Nursey asked, tapping his pencil against his cheek. 

“Of course,” Bitty said. “What kind of boyfriend do you take me for? He just said, ‘Whatever you wants, Bits.’ Totally unhelpful.” 

Nursey chuckled. “Jack’s a simple dude. Just make a simple cake. He’ll love anything you do.” 

Bitty perked up, similing. “Derek Nurse, I do not say this enough, but you, sir, are a genius.”

Nursey just shrugged, looking only just a bit smug when he got an extra slice of pie at dinner that night. 


“Blow out the candles and make a wish!” 

Jack stared at the cake curiously. “Chocolate?”

“Yep!” Bitty popped the “P” and leaned into Jack’s side. 

“Chocolate what?”

“Just chocolate.” 

Jack blinked. “No caramel? No sea salt? Cayenne? Coffee? Pomegranate?”

“Just chocolate, honey,” Bitty said sweetly. “And sprinkles, of course. Nothing fancy, just the good stuff for my good stuff.” He pinched Jack’s ass lightly, a teasing grin on his face.  

“Oh,” Jack said, smiling down at the cake. “Yum. It looks great. Thanks, Bits.”

Bitty leaned up to kiss Jack briefly. “Happy birthday, darlin’. Now blow out the candles before they melt. And make your wish!”

Jack took a deep breath and blew, but didn’t bother with the wish. Bittle was all he wanted or needed; no reason to get greedy. 

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Look, let’s not talk about Cedric right now… let’s talk about something else. I thought, I thought you’d u-u-understand! I need to talk about it! Surely you n-need to talk about it too! I mean, you saw it happen, d-didn’t you?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING @mikltea! LOVE U CHLOE ♥*:・゚✧*