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Day 10 of #31DIYsTilHalloween was my Catwoman cosplay!

I’ve been working on this one for months! I am THRILLED with how she turned out and I am so so so excited for my photoshoot for her next week. You might even be able to catch me as Catwoman at @thebourbonroom’s upcoming DCvsMarvel Halloween party! 😉😉😉

This cosplay took forever to find out but ended up costing me next to nothing. I found a catsuit on Ebay for under $20 (look around at reviews and make sure you’re paying attention to sizing info because they sometimes come in Asian sizing which is much smaller!) and the boots were my birthday present to myself a few weeks ago so I already had them in my closet. You can really wear any sexy stiletto heel boot. If you don’t feel like hunting for the perfect catsuit or you just don’t want to wear one, you can also wear plain or wet-look/leather leggings and a tight plain long sleeve black top or fitted leather jacket for the same catsuit effect!
My corset is from Isabella.

I found the mask at a costume shop for $6 and the goggle were $1.75 on eBay from China - keep in mind they take a month or more to ship! I ordered them back in August.


Featuring @pleasershoes @demonia.shoes @legavenue @makeupmonsterscosmetics

Hilson fics...

Many thanks to justhilsonthings.tumblr.com for reblogging the link to “The Very, Very Secret Diary of James Wilson”!

If you’re looking for more Hilson fics, you can find a bunch more of mine at AO3 (same moniker).

Nice Day For A White Wedding: House wants a quiet wedding. Wilson agrees, until his mother gets involved.  A prompt from LJ: “A wedding goes wrong ala Sex and The City. Bonus points if you get a bird on Wilson’s head”. I did.  My personal favorite.  Multi-chapter. NC-17

Birthday Surprise: If Wilson was more agile, he could have given House his birthday present.  R

French Chef: Wilson is determined to bake.  House is determined to make Wilson miserable.  A ficlet.  PG

The Unbearable Truth: A silly little ficlet about Wilson’s morning after.  PG

What’d I Say: Post-series.  House and Wilson are still on their cross country journey on motorbikes.  To prevent boredom, whenever they hit a new bar in town, House gives Wilson a piano lesson.  This one doesn’t quite go the way they expect.  Rated PG-13.

House/Wilson Post-Ep Fics, Seasons 7 and 8: These are a series of post-episode fics I wrote starting in Season 7, mostly for catharsis.  But also for entertainment.  House and Wilson are a long-standing couple. Multi-chapter, R

Epic Fic Is Epic: A response to binge-reading House/Wilson slash.  Wilson takes macadamia nuts to House’s apartment.  Warnings for language and improper use of scotch tape.

Finally, a pitch-dark Hilson fic that might be triggering. The Party’s Over. What happened after Wilson died.

anonymous asked:

Imagine in the fox!Hux verse the pups turning six and their uncle Matt and techie get them 3ds games for their birthday and poor Hux being so confused as to why none of them want to run around outside anymore and just want to play on their 3ds's. Kylo will have to explain gaming to Hux and set rules so the pups dont spend all their time gaming XD

that’s so adorable! ♡

the four little foxlings (all with the same birthday omg!) getting perfectly wrapped presents from their Uncle Techie & Uncle Matt and opening them to find 3DS’s. They’ve seen them on TV so they know what they are but Hux is confused. Techie says that Matt has one and they’re fun, but Armitage isn’t convinced.

The next day, Hux is outisde attenting to his garden, expecting his four children to be running around him like they usually are but they’re inside on their 3DS’s, all racing against each other on Mario Kart…and Hux is so upset! He’s bothered that they’re just going to sit indoors and forget that half of their blood is that of a kitsune–a forest spirit, a dweller of nature.

So Kylo makes rules where the pups can only spend a few hours a day on their games and a few hours outisde with their mother to keep Hux a happy fox ♡

Birthday (Tattoo Artist!Luke)

a/n: in which Tattoo Artist!Luke has some birthdays. This is so cheesy it’s like 5 cheese pizza with extra cheese and then more cheese on top. It didn’t turn out how I wanted but anyway, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO Y’ALL IN HONOUR OF MY FAVE MUSE, Luke
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masterlist | ALL tattoo artist!luke
Tattoo Artist!Luke | Believe | Baby | First | Scared

Luke’s birthday was definitely one of your favourite times to spend with him. He didn’t like it – he always said he didn’t, anyway; never liked the fuss or being centre of attention, but every year the same little smirk graced his face like maybe he was having more fun than he let on. You loved it, though. Any excuse to remind him that his big, bad exterior didn’t make him exempt from dorky party hats and blowing out candles.

He always gave you a stern ‘no presents, Princess’ talk leading up to the day and you always promised to comply, but you never did. The first year you were together your present was just a recreation of the fort he once made you, a cake you’d spent all afternoon baking in the middle of all the blankets and pillows. He rolled his eyes when he walked in and found you there in his living room, cake between your legs, purple party hat atop your head and tiny streamers falling, tangled in his hair when you made your little party popper burst upon his arrival.

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i haven’t even had any caffeine but i’m still bouncing around like a super ball because @tamorapierce​ is a mensch and @markdoesstuff​’s book is going really well and very few people deserve success as much as him and @bravefairy​ wrote me otp ficlet and i still love b&tb a lot a lot and i found this neat app called bad sign and even my AZTEC SIGN IS DEATH like give me a break (the hedgehog made me feel a little called out too) and also MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW DID U KNO i accept late presents as well and

still somehow i just want a nap? why do all my stories live in my head why can i not find the same drive to get them out the way i did when i was five and ten and whatever and writing compulsively all the time on whatever i could get my hands on, why does the e t e r n a l v o i d keep winning. hate that asshole. go home, nobody likes you.

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He goes from Angelic Princess to Sass Demon in 3 panels flat…

A present for my Absolute Best Ever Friend™, @laumatsu !(*˙︶˙*)☆*° Ily Lau!! Happy Birthday!!!!!! <<33

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Hi, it’s the b-day anon again :) Maybe one where you are Austin Carlile’s ex-gf (you broke up about a year ago) but you are still friends with Jennifer and one day she invites you over to her house where all the guys are including Austin. He tries to talk to you but you avoid him most of the time. Then later at night you’re out freezing and Austin gives you his jacket and you talk again, then also share a kiss & you end up spending the night together. The next morning you decide to try it again

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON I LOVE YOU <3 This is my present to you c: I hope you it is everything you want!!!!

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“Come on, please come, Y/N!” Jennifer said over the phone. “It won’t be the same without you here.”

“That’s sweet, Jen, but you’ll all still have fun. Much more fun than if I were there because things would be awkward,” I replied, walking around my apartment.

“If you come to this and have a good time I will never bug you again. Come on, it’s hot out, we’re gonna swim, there will be delicious food,” she taunted.

“And there will be an ex that I don’t want to see,” I countered. 

“Y/N, I am begging you. You won’t even have to see him!”

“If I say yes will you get off the phone?” I asked playfully. 

“Yes!”

“Fine, I’ll be there,” I finally agreed. She squealed in delight and I hung up to go get ready. I was really hoping Jennifer would be right and I wouldn’t have to see Austin.

~Later that afternoon~

I walked into the house and was greeted with a squeal of happiness and a giant hug. I laughed and returned the hug before following Jen out to the patio. It was hot outside, but the shade of the house felt nice. 

“Y/N!!” the guys yelled happily. I waved and greeted them, looking around for Austin. I didn’t see him anywhere, which made me smile even bigger. Phil came up and hugged me, as did Aaron. Alan and Tino were in the pool so thankfully I didn’t get anything from them besides a few happy hellos and smiles. 

“How have you been?” Phil asked, making conversation as I sat down with them.

“Good. I’ve been working a lot to save up some money to go travelling. You?” I asked in return. 

“Oh, we’ve all been pretty great. Well, most of us anyway. Austin has been alright, not quite totally himself, but..” Phil trailed off when Jennifer gave him a look. Silence enfolded us, but it wasn’t too awkward. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, anyone want anything?” I offered, getting up to go in. They all shook their heads, so I walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and went to grab a bottle. When I closed the door and turned around, I ran straight into someone’s chest. As I looked at the shirt of the person I hit and took in their scent, dread filled me. I knew it all too well.

“Y/N..? Is that you?” Austin’s voice asked. I looked up into his gorgeous brown eyes. 

“Hi, Austin.” It came out with more reluctance than I had meant to put in it. He blinked like it stung him.

“How..how are you?” he asked, still a little shocked.

“Fine.” I didn’t want to have this conversation. He tried to say something else, but I cut him off. “I’m gonna use the restroom.” I hurried away, leaving him standing there alone. I slammed the door shut and gripped the sink.

Get it together. You knew he would be here. Act cool. Act fine. You are fine, you don’t need to act. Just try not stay away from him. It’ll be just fine.

After my little pep talk, I headed back out, grabbing my drink. As I entered the patio area, I saw Austin was in my previous seat. Aaron looked at me awkwardly, deciding what to say as I stood there like a sore thumb.

“Austin, Y/N was sitting-” he started, but I shook my head like it was no big deal.

“Oh, it’s fine! I think I’m gonna swim a bit anyway,” I announced. This way I wouldn’t have to sit around Austin and try to make weird conversation with anyone. With that, I tore of my shirt and shorts, dropping them next the chair, and let my down hair down and jumped into the water with Alan and Tino. For the rest of the day I managed to avoid Austin. When he got in the pool, I got out to help Jennifer with the food. When we sat to eat, I made sure to be as far away as possible from him. Any time he tried to make conversation with me, I made up an excuse to cut it short and got the hell outta the area. 

“I have had so much fun today guys,” Jen said as we all sat around her living room, fully clothed and dry, the sun long below the horizon. “We could watch a movie?”

“Sure,” everyone agreed, grabbing blankets and pillows and spots on the furniture as she put one in. We cut out the lights and sat down to watch. I felt Austin’s eyes on me about a half an hour in and excused myself to go smoke. I didn’t do it very often anymore, but it seemed like a time that would be nice for one.

I stood outside on the front porch and lit my cigarette, shivering a bit in the cold as I took my first long drag. I leaned against the house, exhaling and watching the tendrils wrap around the stars like ribbons. I needed to clear my head. 

“I didn’t know you still did that. You had quit,” Austin’s voice said. I didn’t even open my eyes to look at him.

“Yeah, well, I took it up again about a year ago,” I replied coolly. I knew that’d jab him a bit. That was right when we broke up. I had quit for him when we were together. 

“A year is a long time. People change,” Austin remarked. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“What exactly do you mean?” I questioned slowly. This could go in several different directions.

“I mean I’m not the same as I used to be,” he replied urgently, taking a step closer to me. I backed up so my body was fully against the house. Austin was so close. He put a hand next to my head, trapping me here. I tried not tto let it show that my heart was about to explode with butterflies. “Y/N, please-”

“I don’t want to have this conversation, Austin,” I insisted firmly.

“Can’t we just talk about this? About what happened?”

“No!” I almost yelled. “I don’t want to talk about it!” 

“Then let’s not talk,’ he whispered, his face only inches from mine, eyes half lidded and staring at my lips. I knew he was going to do it before he did. In an instant, Austin’s lips were on mine, soft and sweet and passionate and…longing. I didn’t return the kiss at first, but then my hands tangled in his hair and I pulled him to me. He was too much to resist. The smell of his cologne, the feel of his soft hair between my fingers, the familiarity of his body pressed against my own. His mouth parted mine and he asked for an entrance, which I granted. His tongue explored my mouth and I groaned into the kiss at the remembrance of his taste. Finally, when his hands found my hips, I managed to pull it together and push him away.

“Don’t..” I whispered. “This was a mistake.”

“No, it wasn’t. I know you felt it, too. Don’t tell me you didn’t!” he insisted desperately. I took a shaky breath. “Let’s talk about it,” he said slowly. After thinking for a moment, I agreed.

“Okay,” I told him softly, barely loud enough for me to hear. He grinned and we went back inside. When the movie was over, Austin followed me home and he came into the apartment. We sat and talked for hours and hours. We cried, screamed at each other, broke down, begged, kissed, hugged, pleaded, laughed, cuddled, and eventually fell asleep on my couch, my head on his chest and his arms holding me to him. I felt more at home than I had in a year having with me there. In the morning, I awoke to the sight of a still-sleeping Austin.

“Good morning,” I whispered, stretching out a bit and waiting for his eyes to open. he groaned and then cracked his eyes open.

“Morning,” he replied in his super sexy sleepy voice. He smiled down at me and planted a kiss to my forehead. “How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a year,” I admitted. He nodded in silent agreement.We sat up and stretched ourselves awake. 

“So,” I stated.

“So,” he repeated. There was a long pause. “Are we really doing this..?”

“Yeah…I think we are..” I replied slowly, turning to give him a side grin. 

“We’re gonna try again?” he asked happily, arms snaking around my waist.

“We’re gonna try again.”

The thing is, that — er — boy who was in here just now,
Draco Malfoy, well, he’s a friend of mine, and I want to get him a
birthday present, but if he’s already reserved anything, I obviously
don’t want to get him the same thing, so … um …
—  Hermione Granger in Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince
I couldn’t begin to count how many times the very same words have kissed my ears. “What do you want this year?” “It’s that time of year again.” I already know what you expect to hear, I can guess the words you’re waiting for. So I’ll say I’d like something I can hold, something tough and definable. Something that you can pin worth to in numbers. But what if I said I wished for a dream? I could request today’s favorite hour stretched like taffy into an entire day, a single smile lasting twenty minutes and hours exploring that abandoned house on the corner two miles down. Half an hour long laughs and dancing through those forgotten halls for forty five minutes instead of fifteen. What if, on your brithday, I could give you more than painting or a book. What if I could present you with a handful of pure joy or the smell of your grandmother’s house. What a beautiful world this would be…
—  A.O.A.M. || Happy Birthday
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Hey, Taylor! My name’s Beck and it still feels surreal to say this, but I’ll be in the same stadium as you after 7 years of loving your music :). I’m seeing you live for the first time ever in Brisbane on my 24th birthday!! 

Being in the same stadium as you on my birthday is the best present I could have ever wished for (massive thank you again to my twin brother, Dan, for the amazing gift. I’ll spend the next 50 years trying to get you something as amazing for your birthday). I’ll be screaming and dancing in section B5, row D, seats 7-10. 

Your music has helped me so much over the years, and I just wanted to say thank you for everything, and especially say thank you for writing Clean, Long Live, and Mine, because they’re the songs that have helped me through my darkest days. 

 Myself and the rest of the Aussie Swifties are so excited to have you here (the countdown and lack of chill has been going on since the tour was announced!), and I hope you have the best time ever while you’re in Australia with us. 

Love you always, Beck :) 

P.S. I don’t know how you get such adorable photos with Olivia and Meredith; it took me 8 shots just to get one of Gavel where he’s not trying to run away

TAYLOR IF YOU SEE THIS POST I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME A SIGN AT THE GRAMMYS. THEY ARE THE SAME DAY AS MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY SO IF YOU SEE THIS PLEASE WINK OF SOMETHING AT THE CAMERA WHENEVER YOURE PRESENTING BECAUSE IT WOULD BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. YOU ONLY TURN 16 ONCE RIGHT? LOVE YOU!❤️😘

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When I was a child, every Birthday wish was the same; I wished to be a girl. With each passing year my wish never came true. I received gifts, some of which I adored such as Barbie dolls etc. and others which I simply did not have an interest in, mainly because they were more geared toward little boys. The presents, the cakes, the birthday wishes were all nice, but they were never what I truly wanted. Tomorrow is my 23rd birthday, and finally my wish has come true. For years I used to think I was wishing for a miracle that would never come, a miracle that would only be possible through prayers and or hope. The prayers never worked, though my hope remained strong. After 23 years of wishing and hoping I finally have a feeling of happiness, a feeling that I thought would never be possible. Many people have contributed to this and I cannot think them all enough for being by my side. My family and friends who have supported me along the way, my coworkers for their genuine acceptance, and a special person in my life who I thought would never be possible to have being the woman I am. I thank you all for your love and acceptance. I hope you all continue to stay by me through the rest of this journey, as it isn’t over yet. I need nothing for my birthday, or birthdays to come, as I already have what I so longed wish for, and that can never be taken away. My authentic self.

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taylorswift HEY HOMIEGIRL! this is me and my little sister meena. meena has autism and she LOVE LOVE LOVESSS listening to your music more than any other artist. your music makes her feel happy when she hasn’t had the best day at school (same here with me) and she wants to say thank you for that! meena JUST turned 13 yesterday and as a birthday present from me, i got her tickets to 1989 on the 26th at staples center! we’re both super excited and we made posters and costumes that both light up, so keep an eye out for us. we aren’t sitting together, and i don’t know how meena’s gonna be by herself but i’ll try to trade seats with someone. we’re sitting in sec 105 row 14 seats 5&11. SEE YOU! ❤️

I WANT SOMEONE TO GO OUT WITH AND HAVE HIM PUT HIS ARM AROUND MY WAIST AND GET PISSED AT ME IF I TALK TO OTHER GUYS AND TO BE MY BEER PONG PARTNER AND TO COME OVER THE NEXT DAY AND JUST LAY DOWN IN THE MOVIE ROOM WITH ME AND EAT PAPA JOHNS CHEESE STICKS TOGETHER AND TALK IF WE WANT TO BUT ITS NOT NECESSARY BECAUSE JUST THE PRESENCE OF HIM IS ENOUGH WE DONT EVEN HAVE TO BE TOUCHING JUST HIS OWN HEAT RADIATING FROM HIS BODY IS THE ONLY NEEDED THING
AND I WANT SOMEONE TO COME TO MY BIRTHDAY DINNER WITH MY FAMILY AND MEET MY GRAMMY AND SIT NEXT TO ME AT THE TABLE AND SECRETLY HAVE HIS HAND ON MY THIGH AND I WANT TO OPEN HIS PRESENT THAT HE GAVE ME AND TRIED TO WRAP WITH GAY ASS WRAPPING PAPER THAT MAKES US BOTH LAUGH AND I WANT THE GIFT TO BE SO AWFUL BUT THE KIND OF AWFUL THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL AT THE SAME TIME BECAUSE IT MAKES THE BEST MEMORIES
I WANT SOMEONE TO COME TO MY PAINFUL 9 HOUR SWIM MEETS JUST TO WATCH ME SWIM A TOTAL OF 5 MINUTES JUST BECAUSE I PROMISED THAT IF HE COMES I’LL GIVE HIM A MASSAGE WHEN WE GET HOME AND I WANT HIM TO PROMISE ME THE SAME MASSAGE AFTER HIS GAMES TOO AND I WANT TO GROW UP WITH SOMEONE AND GO THROUGH SO MANY PARTS OF COMING INTO WHO WE ARE I WANT SOMEONE TO BE THERE WHEN MY GRANDMA DIES AND I WANT HIM TO CRY WITH ME AND I WANT TO SEE HIM EVOLVE INTO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON BEFORE MY EYES AND ME NOT CARING BECAUSE I STILL SEE GLIMPSES OF WHAT HE USED TO BE IN THE WAY HE LAUGHS AND THE FEEL OF HIS HAND ON MY WAIST THAT BRINGS ME BACK TO THAT NIGHT WE FIRST MET
I WANT TO BE BROUGHT INTO HIS LIFE AND MEET ALL OF HIS FRIENDS AND BE JEALOUS OF HIS CLOSEST GIRL FRIEND WHO HIS PARENTS LOVE BUT THEYRE STILL KINDA WARY OF ME AND DONT KNOW IF IM THE BEST FOR HIM BUT HE JUST ROLLS HIS EYES ANDS CHUCKLES WHEN I ASK WHAT I COULD DO TO MAKE THEM LIKE ME MORE
I WANT TO SPEND THE FUCKING BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE WITH THIS PERSON AS I FIGURE OUT WHO I AM AND I KNOW THAT WE WONT STAY TOGETHER FOREVER BECAUSE FUCK THAT I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO BE THERE WITH ME AND FOR ME THROUGHOUT OUR HIGH SCHOOL YEARS

Everyone’s talking about Christmas and everything, I’m going to do the same. This is actually the first time I don’t complain about it because Christmas is beautiful, you know? You get to spend time with your family, you get to eat a bunch of food and you get to give them presents and even if they hate it, they pretend to like it because they don’t want to ruin this day. Christmas is about love, Christmas is about appreciating your life and everything you have now. Also, happy birthday to me, I only get one present because my family is cool like that and they think I’m too old for that shit.

I want to write a fan fiction/draw a comic where my Warden Queen loves Orlesian gowns, but never wears knowing that her people would probably see it as some sort of betrayal. So for her birthday, Alistair secretly has a gown bought and presents it to her. Shes overjoyed but at the same time sadden because she could never wear it. He tells her to go put it on, he just wants to see her in it at least one before she puts it away forever. So she goes to put it on and when she comes out, he’s gone, she calls for him but theres no answer.

So she goes out into the hallway, still calling for  him when he comes up behind her, putting his hands over her eyes. She asks what he’s doing and he says “you’ll see” and guides her into the ballroom, where there is a group of musicians sitting, and a table with two settings, and everything dressed up like a fancy orlesian ball. And when he removes his hands, she almost starts crying shes so happy.