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ask-mspafamily · 2 months
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this is called the 'mspa family' so wheres bardquest & jailbreak?? what are they like???
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ocala-is-calling · 10 months
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Two years old today ❤️
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lesbiansuga · 2 months
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2013 → 2023
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simplymanuela · 6 months
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I offered you the world, and at the first test of honor, I betrayed your trust. Please, Danielle. Say it again. I'm sorry. No. The part where you said my name.
Ever After (1998)
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humans-are-tasty · 8 months
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happy bday
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lilybug-02 · 1 month
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Happy Birthday @akanemnon :3 ✨🎉
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yesokayiknow · 5 months
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happy birthday to the worst girl in the universe (23 november 1986 - 2016 (eventually))
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finzphoenix · 27 days
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When your birthday feels like nothing but an april fools' joke... -
Why did I draw him like that?? Noo, bby ;__;💔
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javarium · 5 months
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sweet dedication | g. satoru
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a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.
w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰
Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️
[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]
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The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.
On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.
Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?
And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Satoru gapes.
Was it really December 7th?
He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?
But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.
He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.
“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.
Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.
He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.
“Oh, my god. Satoru!”
He winks. “The one and only baby.”
Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.
“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.
“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”
You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.
“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.
“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”
“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.
“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”
You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”
Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.”
“Not if I eat it first!”
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taglist:
@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo
let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world
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happy birthday, lil’red.
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heroesriseandfall · 3 months
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Batgirl (2000) #62
Cass in Blüdhaven was so GOOD I wish it had lasted longer so bad
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gentlebeard · 2 months
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If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again
For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube
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kitamars · 7 months
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birthdays are just arbitrary days until someone wants chocolate
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bethccassidy · 4 days
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HAPPY 36th BIRTHDAY JONATHAN BAILEY! 💛 (april 25th, 1988) insp.
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world-of-wales · 6 days
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HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BOSS BABY, HRH PRINCE LOUIS ARTHUR CHARLES OF WALES (B. 23 April 2018) ♡
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corrodedbisexual · 1 year
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Over the course of nearly a year of sleeping together, Steve has learnt to barely react to the sound of the alarm on Eddie's wristwatch in his sleep. Eddie sometimes has an early shift at the garage (which he hates with all his guts, but at least it pays okay), so Steve is used to the background sequence of several incessant beepings five minutes apart that Eddie keeps snoozing, then finally a frustrated groan, the creaking of the bed and a kiss pressed to Steve's temple before Eddie heads out to work.
This time, however, the beeping stops almost immediately, and suddenly there are arms wrapped tight around him, lips ghosting up his jaw, then hot breath against his ear.
"Steeeevieeee," Eddie sing-songs quietly, smacking another, louder kiss against his cheek.
Steve groans, opening one eye. It's dark, not even crack of dawn kinda dark. He grabs his boyfriend's arm resting on his chest, raises it closer to his face. The watch on Eddie's wrist reads 3:01.
"Eddie. What the hell."
He drops the arm on the bed and groans again, turning so he can face Eddie, still not bothering to open the other eye because he's determined to go right back to sleep. Whatever Eddie's up to, surely it can wait until morning.
Even in the dimly lit room, he can see a grin on Eddie's face, his teeth reflecting the faint light from a streetlight outside Steve's window. His eyes, wide open with excitement, look almost black in the night.
Despite the slight annoyance of being woken up, Steve's interest is piqued.
"Okay," he sighs, but with a small, amused smile. He rubs a hand across his face, slowly tries to pry his other eye open. "Seriously, Eds. What's up?"
"Happy birthday to you," Eddie starts singing quietly, the grin never leaving his face, and Steve stares in complete bewilderment. He recalls a faint memory of Eddie asking him what time he was born, and him needing to check his birth certificate because honestly, he had no idea.
"Happy birthday, dear Stevie, happy birthday to you," Eddie finishes the silly song with a soft kiss against Steve's lips, then rests his head on the pillow, pressing their foreheads together. "Okay, you can go back to sleep now, birthday boy. Sorry for waking you."
Steve gapes at him.
"Did you seriously set an alarm for 3am... to wish me happy birthday?"
"Yup," Eddie replies, squeezing him closer.
"You're insane," Steve murmurs, but he cannot help the huge grin spreading on his face as a warm, gooey feeling starts somewhere in his belly, rises up to his chest, wraps itself around his heart.
"Yeah, maybe a little." Eddie sighs, hand tracing gentle patterns across Steve's back. "Wanted to make sure I was the first. Dustin will probably call at like 8am, now he can't beat me."
The fondness in Steve's chest almost bursts his ribcage open. Suddenly, he's wide awake, throwing a leg across Eddie's hips, flipping him onto his back and feeling the surprised laughter rumble through his chest as Steve attaches his lips to his boyfriend's neck.
"We're not going back to sleep, I take it?" Eddie asks between short, breathless gasps, and Steve raises himself on his arms to look at him.
"Nope." Steve licks his lips. "I think I want my present now."
"Uhm. It's actually back at my trailer..."
"Ed-die," Steve enunciates slowly, chuckling. "Not that kinda present." He gently rolls his hips, watching his boyfriend gasp, 'oh', then draw him back down so their lips can meet.
In almost a year of dating Eddie Munson, lazy 3am birthday sex isn't even in the top 10 weirdest things he's done. But it will definitely be one of the most memorable.
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