i share a birthday with such a queen

Victor’s classmates waved to him with enthusiasm before turning away and departing in their usual group, chortling about a joke the topic of which he could not be certain.

They didn’t even ask him that day, or even the whole week before, if he wanted to join them. Not that it mattered. His answers was always the same. A dashing smile and a shake of his head, apologies given when he told them he was too busy. And it was true, he was too busy. Daily classes finished, he had his short bout of freedom on his walk home. Mondays and Thursdays were his fencing classes, Tuesdays and Fridays typically filled by dance. Yakov wanted an officer, Lilia wanted a noble gentleman for the court. Wednesdays were taken by up bookwork, anything less than perfect marks unacceptable.

Victor prided himself in being top of his class. He was the tallest, the most eloquent, and if gossip was true, the most attractive. The most popular. He could snort at that as he walked home on his own, as he did everyday. The most alone. He kept his head high.

The first year he had spent under Yakov’s care, he had been followed by whispers. Orphan. Brat. Mannerless. A classmate had dumped a bucket of soot on his head, laughing that it was a more natural color for his hair. Yakov had scrubbed his scalp raw that night washing out the black, while growling at Victor not to cry about it and to do something. Victor did, emptying a case full of chalk powder onto the boy the next day, with a quip of, “No, my apologies, I thought I’d share my good looks, but you don’t look better at all.” He got suspended. Yakov bought him something called ice cream.

In his second year, the whispers stopped. Then changed completely. He was Captain Feltsman’s boy. Handsome. Talented. So polite. A favorite of the Queen. Boys swapped candies so they could sit next to him in classes. He was invited to parties, to birthdays, to festivals, to dances by girls. He went to none.

Saturdays and Sundays were his hardest days. That was when Yakov took him on ships. His back broke with the labor, mind strained by shouted commands, by the strategy games he could not lose unless he wanted to rig sails on his own. Victor loved being on ships.

The air was not stale like inside the classrooms. The salt bit at his skin, the wind rustled his hair. And if he won his games on Saturdays, on Sundays Makkachin would bounce around his legs on the deck, barking at seagulls until he hushed her. She knew all her commands now, could even help to hoist anchor, growling at the ropes in her teeth as she did. 

When Victor got home to his room, he dropped his school bag at the door and dropped to his knees, holding his arms out. Makkachin plowed into him, her tongue lapping at his face, her front paws over his shoulders. He laughed as he hugged her, scolding her for the kisses she wasn’t allowed to give. He still let her, as the tears rolled down his face until he buried it in her fur, holding tight.

Makkachin nuzzled against him, bumping his cheek with her nose, sniffing at the tips of his hair. It was getting to be overdue for a trim.

Slowly, he uncurled his fingers from her fur, giving her a smile when she licked his nose for good measure. “I know, I know, I’ll wash up,” he said, ruffling the puff of wiry brown at the top of her head. She had gotten so big that she was as tall at him when he knelt.

Victor stood, going to change and splash his face with cold water.

A gentleman could not attend dance classes when not looking his best. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sleazeboss ,QUEEN!!!🎁🎁🍰🍰🍰 💞 💞

Thank you for being such a wonderful inspiration for all, for being so kind and funny, for share you’re amazing art with us, for being you<3

I really hope you have an amazing birthday, because you deserve it  (♡゚▽゚♡) (♡゚▽゚♡) (♡゚▽゚♡)

Don’t change!!!💖💖💖💖

My Dearest Baby, You gave me the strength I didn’t know I had. You taught me the true meaning of serenity and peace. I can’t wait to meet you. I can’t wait for you to join the players box next year. But most importantly, I am so happy to share being number one in the world with you…. once again today. On Alexis Ohanian’s birthday from the world’s oldest number one to the world’s youngest number one. - Your Mommy (Serena Williams)

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For the 15624th time, another project my absent-minded head forgot to share ! Those are 4 portraits I’ve made with @martinessimblr this summer for @magnolianfarewell‘s birthday on @plumbobteasociety.  I was far from home, so Martine took all the screenshots and made the CC on s4studio, while I did the compositing and the edits ♥︎:)

Featuring Lil Vader, Renaissance Leia, Queen Magnolian Farewell II, and @mamalovesnuts’s Nefertiti. I was used to try to be historically accurate with my Constance serie, so it was fun to imagine fantasy anachronistic portraits for the change :)

You can find the CC paintings here !

SO I GOT MY 10 YEAR OLD SISTER (WHO HAS NEVER SEEN PEAKY BLINDERS) TO GIVE ME HER FIRST IMPRESSIONS ON EACH CHARACTER

okay so first of all we had tommy

“not peng, not peng at all oh god he looks like a robber. he’s not nice is he? I bet he bribes people, he looks like he’s rude to everyone too, he’s mean I bet.”

then my precious bean arthur

“I think he just sits around and smokes and drinks, and is like mean a lot… is he a robber too? Wait does he bribe people too, he wouldn’t be able to bribe me I wouldn’t accept money from him.”

tiny baby boy who deserved better

“His eyelashes are pretty, but he looks 12. He’s the little robber, probably. I bet they use him for sympathy. Wait is that Grayson from Bad Eduction?“ (I told her it isn’t Grayson from Bad Education, and his name is Joe Cole and he has the same birthday as me.) “Oh, do you sing happy birthday to him? But he’s a robber, I’m not happy he has the same birthday as you, that’s not good.”

ada aka my quEEN

“Ooh wow, she’s pretty. I think she’s bossy and is probably like, the leader of all the robbers you just showed me. I bet she doesn’t bribe people, and they’re all scared of her. I’d like to be her friend, actually. We can share coats and she can do my makeup.”

another queen

“Is she like, the pretty one’s mom? She definitely doesn’t bribe people either. She looks rich, is she nice? She looks nice, yeah I think she’s nice. All their makeup is on fleek, do they make the robbers do it?”

and then we had michael/ my husband/ the loml

“Mya why is he sad? He looks really upset, why is he upset? Maybe he’s clever, that’s why he has his hand up. But he looks a bit too old to be in school, unless he’s upset because he’s in school… that works, doesn’t it.” (At this point I realised that maybe this wasn’t the best picture and so I showed her some more) “He reminds me of Reggie Kray, he looks like a cool robber. Wait, no he isn’t a robber, he’s the pretty one’s brother, I bet. He’s probably jealous of how pretty his sister is, is that why he’s sad?”

MY FAV LIL BUTTON FINN

“How many robbers are there? I don’t know whether he bribes or not, he probably just kills people for fun, another Reggie too.”

wow another bby who deserved better!!

“Definitely not a robber. Probably very clever too, I like her hat. Her hair is nice too, all the leaders of the robbers have such nice hair. If she tried to bribe me, I would accept it, she looks very trustworthy. I want to be her friend too.”

precious dog boi alfie

“Ooh it’s Tom Hardy! He’s probably nice as well, because Tom Hardy’s nice. Does he have a dog like Tom Hardy. Wait, no he isn’t a robber. He doesn’t bribe people either. He probably has lots of dogs who he- actually he is a robber but he’s steals dogs only, not money.”

in conclusion, my sister thinks peaky blinders is about robbery and bribery and make up artistry.

Attention Death Note Fandom!!

I think it’s high time we have a Meetup!

How it works is that, on a set day, we all post something about ourselves… a photo, a short bio… whatever!

It’s a really fun way to see all of the beautiful faces in our fandom!!

And what better day to do it than on Queen Naomi Misora’s birthday??

SO.

On Sunday, February 11th, for those of you who wish to participate, make a post about yourself with the tag

#DN Meetup

This is going to be so fun!! I can’t wait to meet you all!!

Please share to get the word out and mark your calendars! ♡

how can two of the most beautiful people share the same birthday 😭❤️❤️ I’m still waiting for a legit interaction/relationship between them~ 

Happy birthday, Yamanaka Queen & Nara Prince 🎉

A Lion in the Wolf’s Den

Hey, everyone! First and foremost, I want to wish a happy birthday to my wonderful friend Jenn, @sweetorganza!!!! I love you, Jenn, and hope this day and weekend are full of fun and friends and love

Nothing can top the amazing gift Jenn made for me, but a while back she asked for a fic featuring jealous Jon. This is a plot point that a lot of other, lovely fics have featured! But instead of Jorah or Daario, I’ve decided to throw Jaime into the mix to add some drama surrounding one of my favorite characters and maybe offer something a little new/different >;)

This fic is only the first part of what will be a 3 or 5-part mini-series, but I just wanted to post a small taste in honor of Jenn’s birthday today. This is completely unbeta’d and super angsty but I hope you guys like this opening bit! Let me know whatcha think. Enjoy!


It was not long after the meeting at the Dragonpit that Jaime Lannister made the long journey up the Kingsroad alone to pledge himself to Queen Daenerys. Everyone had been surprised at his arrival, but the real shock came when Dany accepted his pledge and welcomed the Kingslayer into her service.

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HAPPY 84TH BIRTHDAY SOPHIA LOREN!

“After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.”

Thank you Sofia for everything you and your endless talent have taught me. I’m seven decades late but I’m beyond proud and happy to share this world with such a gifted, intelligent, beautiful soul. Ti voglio bene Sofia. 

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happy birthday to this beautiful human being: Brian May, musician, songwriter, astrophysicist, animal saviour and my idol.
A kind, charming and cute human being. he deserves all hapiness in the world. for 10000 years more for him!

A very happy birthday doctor Brian Harold May. A great and original guitarist, thank you for everything, for Queen, your lyrics, thank you for sharing your talent with all of us. We will love you forever.

He’s a blessing. We don’t deserve it. :’)

“Why did you get to choose the cake?” 

Regina frowns as she turns to her evil counterpart and asks, “What?” 

The Queen sighs before sitting up with a dramatic huff, “I said why did you get to choose the cake?” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s my birthday.” 

“It’s mine too,” Regina argues, “And I made the cake.” 

“I helped.” 

“You were laying on the table hurling insults about my taste in decorating.” 

“It’s called enjoying one’s birthday,” the Queen grins, “What cake did you make us?” 

“Chocolate chip.” 

At that the Queen offers a hint of a genuine smile before huffing, “It’ll do…why don’t we get two cakes?” 

“Do we need two cakes?” Regina replies. 

The Queen shrugs, “Why not? Today is both of our birthdays.”

“Can’t you just come to the party and play nice? For Henry?”

“Will Snow be there?” 

“Yes.” 

“Urgh.” 

“We’re friends now and she helped Emma plan the party.” 

“Ah there’s the real reason you agreed to a party,” the Queen drawls, “For Em-ma.” 

“Shut up,” Regina snaps with a slight blush. 

“Fine, I’ll come,” the Queen declares, “It could be fun to watch you awkwardly and obliviously flirt all night.” 

“Why did I invite you again?” 

“Because I’m fun…do we get our own presents or do I have to share yours?”

Be MY Valentine? - hc

A/n: The imagine for the date is coming on Friday! Like a said, it’s going to be a mix between two options, because the interest for those 2 were big!

And happy birthday to the twins! 

On a side note, the Danish prince Henrik died last night. He was a great prince to our queen, and i really loved all of the drama he brought to this country, about not getting the title of king. Rest in peace

-  You, Tom and Harrison had always been close friends
- Growing up with two guys had been mostly great
- Around the time you started getting boobs, things changed a little.
- You didn’t share the bathroom with them after you had been in the pool or at the beach anymore.
- It got a little awkward when you out of habit changed clothes with them
- But for the most part, it was great.
- Unlike the boys, you never really reached that face where you couldn’t think of anything else but sex.
- There were so many sleep overs where they would just talk about girls, and they would ask you to tell them the gossip, and maybe even convince their crush to go on a date with them
- And they would always give you way to many details about the girls they slept with
- You, however? You started dating later than they did.
- When you finally got a boyfriend, they tried so hard to prepare you for your first time.
- They would give pointer to what to do, and what definitely not to do.
- And they would demand details afterwards
- They would be so disappointed when your reaction to sex was “eh, it was okay, but I would actually rather watch a movie?”
- They would convince you something was wrong with your boyfriend, because he didn’t do a good enough job
- Tom jokingly offered to show you how it’s really done
- Tom and Harrison would keep talking about the girls they were with, but no matter who you dated, you attitude towards sex never really changed
- Sure, it was nice, and you did enjoy it, but you didn’t enjoy it as much as they guys did
- Whenever you went traveling with the two idiots, they would always have you sit in the middle.
- You always just assumed it was because it was a shit seats, but at least they both offered you their shoulder to sleep on
- The one time you took the window seat, they tried to push each other out of the way, just to sit next to you
- Tom got the seat, and he didn’t just end up sleeping on your shoulder, no he slept in your lap
- Even when you had your sleepovers, you would always be placed in the middle.
- Laying next to to hot bodies always resulted in you being practically in your underwear, which neither of them minded
- Nothing romantic really happened between you and the boys, except a few make out sessions at a couple of parties
- You never thought any of it, but they definitely did
- They would both do everything they could to get you to kiss them, so you always found yourselves playing some kind of drinking game that ended like that
- You were in and out of relationships, still trying to find the right guy, but it never really happened.
- This year you were finally single on Valentine’s Day, so Harrison took his shot
- “Since were both single, will you be my valentine?”
- Sure, what could happen? It was just a fancy dinner between two friends, nothing you hadn’t done before
- Expect Harrison forgot to tell you that this time, it was a real date

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happy birthday elizabeth liones [12.06].

dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17. i HOPE YOU CELEBRATE BEAUTIFULLY. (also happy birthday @ladyguila because apparently she shares her birthday with our holy saviour?? iconic??)

Now I Know The Truth

3k of PB&J in a Soulmate AU

For the 14 Days of Love Fic-a-thon hosted by @softkent

Also on AO3


Despite the stories spun by Hollywood, every person had multiple soulmates. Every person was born with a phrase tattooed on their bodies. For centuries, people believed it to be the last words your soulmate (singular) would ever say to you. This inspired fear in most and lead to stories such as Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights.

In the last five centuries, however, global travel revealed the existence of multiple soulmates for each person. Even more interesting, telecommunications proved that each soul mark is in fact much more nuanced than simply ‘last words’. The mark is meant to indicate the moment when everything changes. Sometimes that means hardships, separation, or death. But sometimes, the words can lead to something greater. If only the soulmates know how to navigate life and each other.

Bitty didn’t know about this technicality until he got to Samwell. Until Shitty and Lardo literally run into Camilla at Winter Screw and realize all three of their marks synch up. The phrase “1 in 4, maybe more” is very appropriate considering the high percentage of soulmates that meet multiple partners at Samwell.

He tries to be happy for them as they fall into each other. He ignores the way Ransom, Holster, March and April circle around each other, avoiding the moment when they realize they’ve been in a relationship forever. He rolls his eyes when Ollie and Wicks sneak behind the docks before games to kiss their boyfriend, a Chad, for good luck. But Bitty thinks it’s sweet nonetheless.

He isn’t even jealous when Chowder breaks up a fight between Nursey and Dex saying “I love you, but this has got to stop.” Which just so happens to be Nursey’s phrase. And much later when Dex tells Chowder “you mean more to me than a stupid fight.” He’s happy for them. Especially when they meet Farmer and she ticks off every one of their phrases by the time their Frog year is over.

He doesn’t believe it’s gonna happen for him. Not at Samwell at least. His phrase could be worse.

We’re a team is branded in small font on his wrist. It’s still customary to keep your phrase hidden from the public eye, so he wore wrist guards when it’s hot out and long sleeves at every other opportunity.

Bitty thinks that’s nebulous, but distinct enough that he’ll know it when he hears it. His words don’t come for quite some time. In the interim, he falls in love with Jack whose phrase is supposedly hidden somewhere near his torso. He doesn’t think much of it when he overhears Jack and Parse fighting during the Epikegster.

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i am sobbing

x Only halfway through this and have v v teary cheeks. Also, if Tessa sees this someone (scott) is gonna have to literally force her to sit through it cuz it is way more praise than I’m betting she’s comfortable with no matter how deserving she is. What a woman. 

Forswear It, Sight {a shallura fic}

Rating: T

Words: 2000

Summary: Princess Allura of Altea has called for diplomatic talks to end the hundred-year dispute with the Five Tribes. On a rare break from the negotiations, Allura takes a stroll through the gardens - and chances upon Prince Shiro training with some of his friends.

Notes: this is the first instalment of the {Barbarian AU}, which is a collaboration between myself ( @smolsarcasticraspberry ) and Lu ( @millennium-queen ). this particular story is a birthday gift for @breezycheezyart , because i know you love Barbarians and i know you love thirsty Allura ;)

there is a lot more to this story which me and Lu hope to be able to share with the world very soon - but for now, please enjoy this lil’ preview!

The afternoon sun danced through the leaves above her as Princess Allura strolled down the avenue at the heart of the sacred Gardens of Elayda. The lawns on either side of the central walkway would have afforded excellent views of the surrounding countryside - had it not been for the rows of tents now occupying the open spaces. On one side, the neat white pavilions of the Altean delegation, arranged in perfect lines. On the other, the bright tents and banners of the Tribes.

Coran had warned her not to ‘mingle’ with anyone, lest she 'create the wrong impression’, but her old advisor had finally bustled off to attend to some urgent matters and Allura was not about to pass up the opportunity for an afternoon stroll.

She turned her face up and tried to catch some of the afternoon’s golden warmth as the breeze stirred the treetops and sent the sunbeams scattering across the gravel of the walkway. If she were back home in Altea, in the gardens of the royal palace, she could forego her deep hood and her crown and the veil of silver chains that covered her lower face. She could sun herself on the lawns to her heart’s content.

But here… in the middle of formal negotiations with the Five Tribes of the Eastern Plains… she could not afford to let the mask of royalty slip even for a moment. Even a casual walk through the gardens, on a rare day off from the relentless meetings, required her full regalia. The train of her dress trailed behind her - emerald green for today, embroidered in a pattern of leaves and flowers traced out in silver thread. A silver belt girdled her waist, and matching bangles tinkled on each wrist and caught the light of the sun as she strolled out from under the trees and onto the open lawns.

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