#jo’s birthday

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)

#atla #zukka #zuko x sokka #zukka fanart #atla fanart #tangled au #now that i see you #now that i see you fanart #fic fanart #so. this fic… #I know I’ve talked about it like. two or three times in the past #but I’m so serious about it #genuinely it is one of the greatest fics I’ve ever read not even exclusive to this fandom #it’s so well written and thought out and carefully crafted #(much like the rest of Jo’s work but I don’t want these tags to be overly long) #so if you are a tangled fan and anyone with a brain #please give this fic a read #literally? it will change your life #anyway happy birthday to this masterclass beautiful extraordinary masterpiece

[ma1dita]

Congratulations on 23! not a book reader but I remember reading somewhere that there's a rule that boys and girls who aren't related ofc be alone in the cabins together. Imagine this rule got implemented bc of Luke and posideon! reader

MDNI

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luke castellan x poseidon!reader

not sure if this was supposed to be a smut request but guys look what you've done to me this is all yalls fault

a/n: smut... a bit of godly desecration & blasphemy?...is this dark!luke? luke said fuck the gods literally...no dialogue...wrap before you tap bc they dont (luke castellan x poseidon!reader)

wc: 603

It had been raining at Camp Half-Blood for a whole month.

No amount of prayers from Cabin 7 nor Mr. D's control over the atmosphere of his camp could change this—and everyone was doing their hardest to figure out why.

You and Luke however, were having the time of your lives— with camp activities canceled due to the downpour, it gave you more time to bundle up under the covers and within each other's arms. It wasn't a secret per say, just something so natural between the both of you. Like crashing tides, he'd fall into your embrace over and over for as long as the gods would allow. But sometimes, he liked spiting them for the fun of it.

Your cabin was empty all the time anyway, no pesky siblings or unclaimed campers peering over the bunks and invading your personal space, because this is what this was between the both of you---personal and intimate. No one's business but your own.

In Cabin 3, you were his alone. And as much as he is Camp Half-Blood’s all-star camper, he thinks the gods owe him this much. He’s allowed to be selfish when it comes to you.

Luke could relish in the sound of your moans echoing off the marble walls, waves of pleasure extracted from you as he thrusts into your pussy, soaked and pulling him in deep. He marks you where only he can see, handprints on your hips, hickeys between your tits and thighs, and he licks your cheek like a fucking dog, just because he can.

His alone.

His cock pistons harder as he holds onto the plush of your tummy, hands grappling onto every expanse of skin he could touch—his, his, his, from the hair he's pulling on your head to the tips of your curled toes. The harder you shake underneath him, the wider he grins, reducing a daughter of the Big Three to nothing but a fucked out puddle of tears. 

Luke encourages you to be louder—deep down, he likes the idea of desecrating you in a place of honor. The Big Three were too pretentious to be parents, forbidden children given temples instead of homes to sleep in. It’s not his fault this place has too many platforms to christen. He supposes you both should try your father’s altar next.

Your eyes glaze over before you cum, and each time it reminds him of sparkling seafoam kissing the coast of the beach back home. It's his cue to throw your legs over his shoulders, diving into your mouth like you'd breathe oxygen into his lungs as he loses control and moans until your heart, like the rest of you feels full of him. He swirls your pretty pearl between his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you as naturally as he calls your name. 

Under the tears and drool, Luke agrees you’re your father’s daughter, soft and sopping wet, drenched in his domain. Anchoring himself between your hips, you let out a scream of Luke's name and he kisses you delicately as you both release—everything from your collarbones to your breasts to the skin behind your knee, he kisses all of it. 

His.

Luke could argue that the cum dripping out of your womb is his too, despite how eagerly he gives it to you each time. You didn’t even have to beg him this time.

It's what he loves about Cabin 3—it's his as much as it's yours, no clothes necessary. Until Mr. D comes barging in drenched to nine hells and floodwaters rising behind him with a personal threat from your father.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan smut #percy jackon and the olympians

[elizabethshaw]

You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever.

HAPPY 60TH ANNIVERSARY, DOCTOR WHO!

#doctor who #dwedit #dw gifs #my gifs #first doctor #third doctor #fifth doctor #sixth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #jo grant #rose tyler #peri brown #rory williams #happy birthday dr who!!! :) #60th anniversary

[starstriix]

jo genuinely smiling. thats it thats the entire post

#it’s her (fan) birthday today everybody say happy birthday jo #say it now or say goodbye to your families #total drama #td jo #tdroti #jo total drama

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

"She's gettin' a lot, isn't she? For her birthday." "Yeah, you are. We've really made the effort."

#they're so stinking CUTE #ridiculous ���😭😭😭 #alex just smiling and nodding and letting miles do most of the talking #miles constantly looking at alex #'our birthday' #i love these tiny little smitten beans so much it's actually impossible #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #milex #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #alex turner #miles kane #jo whiley #baby puppets #baby alex #baby miles #my gifs #leaning into each other

[panlyv]

[ X ] DON'T RUN AWAY THIS TIME OUR DATING SIM (2023) for @soulmatelines [ happy birthday jo 💗 ]

#our dating sim #우리 연애 시뮬레이션 #asianlgbtqdramas #lee seung gyu #lee jong hyuk #dawn.gif #*ff #idk how to tag sets anymore girl help #ANYWAYS ITS MY JESTIE'S BIRTHDAY EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS JO'S DAY #HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY JOOOOO #i love u SO so much thank u for being by my side all this time and i hope u enjoy ur 21st birthday a whoooole lot #here's just a little smth bc i miss them and love them and love YOUUU!!!! #hope u like it 🫶 #happy bdayyyyy <3333

[sbrown82]

Happy Birthday to the queen, Janet Jackson! 👸🏾

#janet jackson #janet damita jo jackson #janet #queen #icon #legend #happy birthday #57 years old #queen of pop #black women #singer #actress #the jacksons variety show #1976 #1970s #70s #the jackson family #michael jackson #black music #black culture #throwback #old school #vintage #retro #video #sbrown82

[dog-teeth]

#it was actually the day before yesterday bc i started this yesterday but #also if u want to leave me a tip 4 my birthday my venmo etc is in my pinned post 🏃🏻 my new job is minimum wage which Sucks but itsa sweet jo #comics #digital art #autobio comics

[mitamicah]

There's a little story to go with this comic:

Before attending the Malmö gig I had been at both Helsinki gigs - on the second day I went as Häärijä (in suit and everything) flying a danish flag in the crowd the entire evening.

Now at some point I had my stomach drop hard and I realised it was because Bojan had caught and held my eye contact for 5 seconds without blinking OVO.

Fast forward 12 days and I went to Joker Out's Malmö concert where I was lucky enough to meet Bojan afterwards. After hugging, 'are you'ing and chatting for a few minutes Bojan offhandly mentioned: Oh, I remember you from Helsinki - you went as Häärijä, right?

I swear, had I been able to melt like in this comic I would :'D

Gah I love this boy too much :'3

#and a nice little noteend on this story in gothenburg the day after I arrived just in time to see some guys walked to the tourbus #they'd been out buying food #one waved in my direction and from the feeling of my stomach dropping hard I knew #this was indeed bojan waving at me #I am in deep help x'D #also this is my third and last part of my little birthday gift to my self :3 #hope you enjoy x'D #bojan cvjetićanin #joker out #me #jo see you soon tour 2024 #sys tour 2024 #joker out spring tour 2024 #mine #my own art #my gig #malmö gig

[readtilyoudie]

BEASTARS VOLUME 22

#BEASTARS #Paru Itagaki #VIZ MEDIA #jo's birthday takeover

[some-celebrity-stuffs]

Happy Birthday Amy Jo Johnson

October 6

#Amy Jo Johnson #Actress #birthday #celebrity #gorgeous #stunning #hot celebs #hottie

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

Howdy, pals! With the past two years being such joyful successes, we're back again for the third year running. And so, get ready for another day celebrating the birthday of our favorite freak with a knife collection!

On April 7th, celebrate by posting poetry, art, fic, amvs, edits, gifs - any content you fancy - just make sure it’s Jo-centric!

As always, I've thought up some prompts for inspiration, but there's no pressure to follow them and ALL Jo-centric content is welcome!

💗Prompts

orange

horse girl

leather jacket

Interpret all of these however you wish <3

💗Some quick Roadhouse-keeping:

Please be mindful what you post, misogny and hatred towards queer Jo will not be tolerated

NSFW content is welcome but minors please do not create/engage with it!

Please tag any NSFW/applicable content warnings so everyone can party it up while staying safe :)

And that’s it! Be sure to tag to your creations with #josjoyousbdayand @ me directly too, ‘cos I’ll be reblogging everyone’s posts all day! I know the numbers around these parts are dwindling but I really can’t wait for another day with everyone honouring the wildest girl in this silly show, however big or small <3

#even though i have not been online properly for a while i am HERE for JO'S BIRTHDAY #as we all should be !!! #excited to see another year of jo creation hehe #jo harvelle #josjoyousbday #ola originals

[ma1dita]

BABEEE happy birthday!! (i'm so terribly late i'm so sorry) congrats on 23💖

🐥 so i'm having thoughts right now about luke x reader and physical affection. like maybe one of them being touch starved and always craving the other person's touch and the other person noticing it and doing it more? maybe from platonic (i will go down with best friends to lovers) to romantic, i'm just on this brainrot tonight

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luke castellan x reader

a/n: back from the klerb but here with a classic 4am post 🥂 but the hangxiety wont let me rest until this is out! ill edit this in the morning... or not 😗

wc: 1.1k

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It’s hard to miss what you’ve never had.

Luke Castellan was never a touchy guy. Sure, he’ll hold a new camper’s hand during welcome tours (especially the little ones who can barely keep up with his long legs; if they’re lucky they get a piggy back ride), and he won’t shy away from a clap on the back when his strategies for capture the flag bring his team to victory (they always do, mind you), and when he feels like it, he’ll even shove Annabeth playfully to show her he adores her (but she packs a punch now that she’s older).

It never really goes past that, and he’s never had to think too hard about it—physical touch.

He’s the one who takes care of others—a part of his nature like it is for Hermes’ cabin to take in unclaimed demigods. But something changed in the months that he’s gotten closer to you. At first, he’d bite his tongue at the way you’re so open to patting his cheek when he does something funny (which he doesn’t try to make a show of, but now…), how you choose to sit so close to him during bonfires that your knees touch (the Apollo kids could be singing about the heavens falling down on them for all he cares but he zeroes in on every word that leaves your lips), and the way you’d lock your fingers with him for a pinky promise after every little thing ‘to make sure it’s real’ (Luke didn’t understand the merit of a pinky promise over whether you could have his dessert for the next week if you took over arts and crafts with the kiddie campers for him; truthfully he’d give it to you anyway). It was unusual for him to have someone comfort him, to show care without a true reason. But he didn’t realize how much more it bothered him now that you wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

Silena and some of the other Aphrodite children had asked you the very defining question of, “Do you like Luke Castellan?” and having never thought of it that way, or being able to put your feelings for him in words instead of fingers in his belt loops or in the muss of his curls—that shit was terrifying!

You spent all Saturday afternoon at the docks with them belly down under the glare of the sun’s rays as they explained to you what the five love languages are. By the end of it, sunburn wasn’t the only reason you felt hot.

“Your love language is physical touch,” one of Silena’s older half-siblings—Connelly, says like he’s explaining that the sky is blue, “And Luke’s not that type of guy! Think he’s more acts of service…”

“Ooh, or words of affirmation….” another one of them muses, but the sound of your heartbeat tunes it all out. Well shit, have you been sending him the wrong signals? Or are there even any signals you want to send him? 

Nevertheless, in the matters of love or even the tiniest whisper of it—maybe there’s no one else you can trust with this stuff besides Cabin 10.

Wrong.

Absolutely wrong. Whatever the hell you’ve been convinced or whatever’s changed since last weekend—Luke just knows he hates it, and he’s angry. He’s angry at how you gasp in surprise every time you brush shoulders during archery practice when you used to let him fix your form, he’s angry at how you’ll squeeze campers’ shoulders to tell them they’re doing a good job carrying the strawberry crates—and all he gets is a mumbled ‘Thanks, Castellan’ when he stacks them up and takes your load.

Luke’s so terribly angry that Travis told him he’s been walking around like a big strawberry, face red and irritated—but not at you. 

He realizes he’s also angry at the fact that he can’t protect you from the onslaught of a rain cloud—or maybe it was the fact that you’re so okay with the rain touching your skin and seeping through your orange shirt like he wishes you’d let him. He’s angry at the way the wind blows your hair into your face and your fingers brush the strands away like he wishes he can. Most of all, Luke Castellan is angry that he didn’t know how good a simple touch could be until he lost it—before he even really got to appreciate yours.

You’re sitting on the opposite end of the row in the amphitheater laughing with your friends and the furrow in his thick brow is a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. Luke doesn’t dare to remember what it’s like before you to be honest—he’d rather give up Elysium instead of having you ignore him like this. He calls your name, a tinge of both anger and desperation until you look over at him, eyelashes kissing your cheeks. The hold you have on him transcends the physical touch of your fingers but he wants, no—needs you next to him.

“C’mere! Why are you so far away?”

Luke hopes it doesn’t sound pathetic, but a crooked grin splits across his face as soon as you make your way over, sitting down and crossing your legs away from him. It’s still too far, even if he can feel your breath on his shoulder.

“Did I do something to make you angry? I…” The words escape his mouth in a jumble—quick wit from his father escaping him, though he knows not to rely on that asshole, god or not. You mutter words that almost escape him too, and he leans in, chasing your hands and putting them in his own until they’re gentle and soft in his lap.

“No, no…. I just… don’t want to push your boundaries. I know you don’t like it when I’m too touchy,” and he thinks his heart clenches a little like how you’re squeezing his hands. Luke shouldn’t feel instant gratification from a subconscious action. He wants to know you mean it with him—that’s what he can’t put into words.

“I….like it when you do.”

You notice the way his fingers tangle tighter with yours, pinkys interlocking with yours. When he lets go, Luke wraps his arm around your shoulders until you’re able to laugh in the crook of his neck. He chooses to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth when your head sways to face him at the silly tune about centaurs and then you realize that Luke loves the way you love him. You wonder if he accidentally missed meeting your lips, but then the noise in your head quiets down when he pulls you closer, lips locking tenderly, intentionally—as they were always meant to.

You both hear a giggle that sounds a lot like tinkling bells belonging to children of Aphrodite. 

For once they were wrong about love. 

Luke’s tongue parts through your lips and meets your own like they’re in a long awaited embrace, dancing and devouring you from the inside out but this, you— are what he can rely on. This, your touch, and how he chooses to let it consume him, never letting go.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎

[lesbianjoannaharvelle]

Happy Birthday, Jo! <3

-> for Jo's joyous birthday! @mrcowboydeanwinchester

#josjoyousbday #jo harvelle #my stuff #jo #spn #supernatural #happy birthday my love <3 #tw snakes #tw blood #tw eye horror

[k-atsukibakugou]

Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀

ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.

not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.

walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.

“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.

“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.

“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”

grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.

“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.

“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”

“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”

“like what?”

“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.

“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”

after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.

he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.

you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.

let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.

#mercurys birthday bash #「mercury answers」 #「jo <3」 #「kat <3」 #「mercury writes」 #tw: alcohol #bakugou drabble #bakugo drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader

[anxious-witch]

Happy Birthday to Jan, who was so cool they named January after him and who always steals the spotlight in some way, like a true Capricorn.

And thank you to @flananjan for letting me use the idea of soulmate string, sorry it's kinda shitty this is the best I could do without knowing how to draw

#joker out #jan peteh #does this count as poly! jo #idk #anyway happy birthday to jan I hope he is wrapped up in a blanket and getting pampered