In a couple of weeks, it will be my 20th birthday!
My best friend planned a 3 day celebration between me and her family-!
I can’t wait! 😭
But… This means I’ll be travelling, and being busy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be active (answering messages or reblogging content) through the 3 days, but right after that, I’ll be on track!
I can’t wait to see what some people have planned for me, on here. Whether it be moodboards, a drabble, or shout outs, I don’t know. But, I beg of you, I’m sensitive about my birthday and what people say to me on it, so don’t send me weird shit or call me daddy in a gross way. Please.
I’ll be putting a birthday cake emoji in my title above my bio to indicate when it is, if someone forgets.
And I WILL be traveling directly on my birthday, from day to night. So leave whatever you want to say to me and I’ll check it when I have a layover from flying or at the end of the night! ❤
My birthday is July 28th. Thank you guys for reading.
Prompt Guy opened up his Tumblr, but – even after scrolling through his dash –there wasn’t a cake to be seen. He was disappointed; after all, he had been holding high expectations of this day (mainly, of finally getting his much-deserved cake).
Not a minute later, however, a knock came at his door. Insistent, as if they had something to share - and urgent! Then the doorbell rang. Confused, Prompt Guy got up from his rather comfortable seat and made his way towards the door. He had not anticipated company today. During the time it took to get to the exit, more knocks came upon the wooden door and more rings from the doorbell sounded throughout the house. Eventually, Prompt Guy reached the door, unlocked it, and pulled it swiftly open.
There, as if a parade’s final destination was his doorstep and each member had been carrying baked goods before taking off, was a long line of cakes – tall cakes, short cakes, round cakes, cupcakes, good cakes, bad cakes, but cakes nonetheless. No one was there waiting with all the caked, but it was clear what just happened nonetheless:
“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.” Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”
Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? (Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan)