#ronnie's birthday celebration

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Happy Birthday, Ronnie Bradshaw! | March 3rd, 1987 |

And to celebrate, here are some headcanons about how Ronnie celebrates her birthday in the Big Four AUs (regular, werewolf, regency, and nfl)

Regular AU

On this particular birthday, her and Jake have been living in DC for five months 

And she’s twelve weeks pregnant

Just getting out of that first trimester and starting to feel like a normal human person after constantly throwing up and feeling fatigued nearly all hours of the day

Usually, Ronnie doesn’t like to make a big deal out of her birthday. Maybe a group dinner at her friend’s urging. But nothing huge. 

But Jake Seresin is nothing if not his mother’s son (he even gets her help in planning the whole thing)

The man goes all out

He rents out their favorite restaurant, a pub style place with fish tacos that never fail to make Ronnie drool. 

Calls all her friends from California and asks them to fly out if they can, and most of them do (including one Penny Benjamin). 

Decks out the pub in brightly colored beach themed decorations (some of which he had to make himself and hide from her in the storage shed in their backyard). 

The man even buys SAND and fills up a kiddie pool with it for her to sink her toes in. 

And all of it is a huge surprise

He just knows how much she misses California and her friends, and he sees this as one way to thank her for leaving all of that behind for HIM (which still blows his mind and makes him feel guilty in some ways)

When her birthday finally came and the night of the party arrived, Jake made her put on the tight, brightly colored sundress that really showed off her growing bump. 

Then he drove them over to the pub, and she was none the wiser. 

That is until he put a sparkling sash over her shoulder that had “BIRTHDAY GIRL” splashed across the front. That was about when she narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what exactly he was up to.

When they walked in everyone yelled surprise and Ronnie cried. Reuniting with all her friends in tear filled embraces. 

She spent the night eating fish tacos in a beach chair with her feet in the sand, sipping on non-acoholic cocktails, surrounded by people she loved, and wondering what she did to deserve jake seresin.

Werewolf AU

If loud and life of the party original recipe ronnie doesn’t like making a big deal out of her birthday, werewolf au ronnie even more so

When she was a kid birthdays were very casual affairs. Just dinner at home with homemade cake and one or two presents. 

But of course Jake still likes to treat her on her special day

He’ll wake her up by eating her out with breakfast in bed, making sure the kids stay out to give her a moment of peace and quiet.

He’s been working with the kids all week to make little presents for her. They wrote her stories, made cards, picked bouquets of wild flowers. The older ones will actually drive into town and pick something out from the store.

They’ll usually give gifts as soon as she’s up and out of bed, too impatient to wait any longer. 

Then the rest of the day goes as normal for the most part. 

The kids will go off to school and she’ll stay home, working on one project or other around the house and doing research in old werewolf texts. 

She’ll cook her favorite for dinner

Then Frank will come over to watch the kids while Jake takes her on a run through the woods. 

They’ll stop in their special little clearing for an evening glass of champagne that Ronnie carried on her back (she knows not to look inside the bag he gives her). 

Jake always makes sure he has a project that she’s requested finished for her on her birthday. Whether it be a new jewelry box, a new table for the entryway, a new rocking chair for the nursery. 

But sometimes he’ll add in something special. A necklace or braclet that he’s made himself in his shop, just because he can. Just because he loves seeing her in things that he’s made. 

It’s a sweet birthday that ALWAYS without fail ends with them fucking in that clearing lol

Regency AU

Two words: birthday ball

But for real, every year Mr. Seresin and Miss Veronica plan an extravagant ball to be held on the evening of her birthday

They invite over all their friends, and neighbors, and family.

And of course there’s always a big enough cake for everyone to get a slice, the true marvel of the county for one night only

But I can imagine, as their daughters start to come of age and are introduced to society, that their birthday balls take on higher priority. And Miss Veronica stops throwing them on her own birthday all together. 

The first birthday with no party would feel strange

Waking up with no plans besides her brother and his family, and Miss Amelia and her family, coming over for dinner

But goddamn if Mr. Seresin doesn’t make her feel special throughout the day

Showering her with gifts and affection, spending all of his time with her

And when the night is over and everyone has retired to bed or their respective homes, Mr. Seresin hums her a tune as they dance in their sitting room

NFL AU

Okay SO birthday before she got pregnant where she just finished out her first few weeks with the Colts: 

She went down to Bloomington for the day

Met up with Bradley and a few college friends that still lived in the area

Walked around her old IU stomping grounds

And since Brad is the head coach of the football team, he got them all into the stadium

Him and Ronnie tossed around a ball and she got to run the ball down the field and celebrate like she just scored a touchdown

They went to Mother Bears for dinner then to Blue Bird for drinks and live music

Honestly one of the best birthdays she’s had in a long time

Now flashforward to the next March, baby Maddie is only a month old and her and Jake are engaged. 

They still go down to Bloomington for the day

Ronnie gives Jake a tour of IU with Maddie strapped to her front

Brad still gets them into the stadium, and he holds his niece while Jake and Ronnie toss a ball back and forth

They go to Taste of India for dinner at Ronnie’s request 

Then head off to their AirBnB in Nashville for the night since it’s way past Maddie's bedtime

After that, Ronnie can’t decide which birthday is better

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[seeingivy]

Heyy Ronnie! It's my birthday today. I was wondering if you could do a reader x gojo fic where reader is kinda sad on her bday? Like people are showing her love but due to bad previous bdays she feels low sometimes during the day? And she feels like she isn't worthy of the love she's getting now after these years (from friends and parents)? Ofc satoru is by her side telling her good things hehe🥹

birthday pick me up

satoru x f!reader

content: good ol birthday fluff, dad gojo w megs + tsumiki, no evil suguru bc idagf this my fake world we are all happy in it

an: MY BELOVED BABIE!!! I SPEED RAN THIS SO I COULD MAKE SURE IT GOT TO YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. as a fellow emo birthday sharer (the stories in this fic are literally taken from my own birthdays that were horrible lol), i hope you find a way to make this day wonderful. spoiler non spoiler for the fic, another year you fight on is always something to celebrate!!! I wish a wonderful year of happiness and love ahead for you sweetie pie, I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day <3

--

as you write up the mission report, your fingers splayed right against your temples trying to soothe the tension, the root cause of all problems in your life - your very ridiculous boyfriend - sets something down on your desk. 

you look up to find a very cheeky grin on his face, teetering on that fine line that he toes between bothersome and endearing as he waits for your response. 

“satoru.” 

“yes, my love?” 

“why did you just give me a muffin with wax on it?” 

he frowns, his upper lip jutting out into a soft pout. 

“it’s a cupcake, baby.” 

“where’s the frosting, master chef?” 

he yanks his blindfold down, a guilty smile pressed on his face. 

“in my stomach. you just took so long on your mission and i got so hungry that i just ate some. just a teeny tiny bite.” 

you lift the sad excuse of a cupcake into the air between you two, glaring at him with your eyes narrowed. he gives you a sheepish smile in response, as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead in apology. 

“what’s with the wax in the middle?” 

“that’s a candle.” 

“why is there a candle in my non-cupcake?” 

“it’s august first, sweet thing! it’s the start of y/n month!” he responds, so matter of factly like it’s the simplest thing in the world. 

you now realize what’s happening. and you’re going to stop it in your tracks. 

back in december, you surprised satoru and megumi - deeming the entire month of december  their month and giving them little surprises and gifts for the entire thirty one days. it was more for megumi than satoru at first. 

“megs.” 

“yes, y/n?” 

“what flavor birthday cake do you want, kid? we’ll order it soon so it’s all nice and ready to be picked up on friday, okay?” 

you turn around to find him sitting there with a blank face. you walk up to his side, leaning over so your eyes can be level with his. 

“are you one of those kids who hates cake? we can do ice cream, muffins, even vegetables if that’s what tickles your fancy. whatever you want, okay?” 

and when he mutters out those six words, it stops you in your tracks all together. 

“i’ve never had birthday cake before. i don’t know which one i like.”

after he admitted that to you, you made sure that you and satoru went the entire six miles for him, so that he’d love his birthday, so he could feel special. because of course that asshole toji never did it for him. 

you ordered every flavor of cake so he could pick a favorite (vanilla won) and got piles and piles of gifts with the gojo clan money. and since satoru is satoru, you had to make sure he had his fair share of celebration that month too since they were both born in december. 

you never expected them to do it back. and you didn’t want him to either. and it’s not that you don’t appreciate it or don’t love him for wanting to go the extra mile for you because you do, it’s just that…

you hate birthdays. 

after a string of misfortunes year after year, of counting down the days just to be kicked down, has turned you off from the holiday all together. 

after inviting everyone to your fifteenth birthday at the bowling alley, just to have no one show up. to sit there in embarrassment, convincing your parents for hours on end that people will show up, that they’ll eat the cake your mom spent hours making just to take the entire thing home and get an embarrassing reminder every time you opened the fridge. 

or your nineteenth birthday. when your parents had an important graduation party to go to and your siblings were out of town, when you spent the entire day wallowing in your room, your phone absent of notifications. because no one remembered and those who did didn’t care enough to stay. 

year after year, a cruel reminder that a day that’s supposed to be special, that’s supposed to be about you, is anything but. 

you can make sure that megumi, tsumiki, and satoru don’t feel the same. that their special days aren’t tainted. but yours is already far beyond repair and you’d like to keep it where it is. deep in your mind, where no one can touch it. 

“satoru. can we not do y/n month? i-i don’t want to celebrate my birthday.” 

satoru, for all intents and purposes, looks like a kicked dog. 

“what do you mean? you love birthdays!” 

“i love your birthday, ‘toru. and miki and megs too but i don’t want all that for mine. it’s- let’s just pretend its a normal day. i’ll go to work, we’ll eat dinner, and then you can be nice to me and i can get some at the end of the night, if you know what i mean.” you say, giving him a cheeky grin. 

he brings his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands. 

“but it’s your birthday, silly. i’ll let you get some, obviously, but we have to do more than that.” he responds, frowning. 

you lean into his touch, his hands moving to snake around your waist as you sigh into his chest. 

“toru. the best present you can give me is if we do nothing. i-i don’t like to think about my birthday because it makes me sad and i just want to have a normal day with the three of you. i-i don’t expect you to understand but can you just do that for me? is that okay?” you ask, looking up at his sparkly blue eyes, in the few moments they’re free from his blindfold. 

he leans forward, to press the softest kiss to your lips, before pulling back. 

“okay. no birthday.” 

you should have known better that satoru gojo does not take no for an answer. 

--

you wake up in the morning to two very smiley faces and one teeny tiny smile staring at you. satoru, tsumiki, and megumi are all wearing matching purple birthday hats, surrounded in a plethora of streamers in your bedroom. the second you flicker your eyes open, they all pop confetti into the air, the sound catching you off guard. 

“oh my-” 

“happy birthday, my love!” satoru responds, excitedly leaning over to kiss you. he leans too hard because then he’s knocked you over, the two of you tangled up in the sheets and the confetti falling on your bed. 

you sit up as megumi and tsumki climb onto the bed with you, tsumki pressing a wet kiss to your cheek while megumi tucks himself into your arm to give you a hug. 

“how did you even do this while i was still in the room?” 

satoru props himself up to pull one of the matching party hats onto your head and press a kiss to your forehead as he explains. 

“you sleep like the walking dead, babe. we literally popped the confetti once before and it didn’t even wake you up.” 

you take in the room in earnest this time, the three of them intently watching you. there are sparkly gold streamers hanging from the wall, a little handmade sign that has tsumiki and megumi written all over it taped to the wall, and a sweet little tray of your favorite breakfast on the side. 

you turn to your left to find satoru looking at you, that stupid, stupid lovestruck grin on his face as he stares you down. 

“you like it, babe?” 

“satoru, you didn’t have to, i just-” 

he clamps his hand over your mouth, feigning his best serious look. 

“i held off for the other twenty four days of august babe. i had so much planned and i threw it all out for you. but you’re going to let me have this one day and do everything i say because it’s your birthday.” 

“shouldn’t you listen to me because i’m the birthday girl?” 

“i only accept that rule when the birthday girl isn’t being stupid.” 

“hey, you just-”

“did you like it, y/n?” 

you place one of your hands in megumi’s hair, who's still tucked into your side, as you crush satoru’s hand in your other hand.

“it really is sweet. thank you. i’ve never had anyone do something like this for me before.” 

satoru gives you a satisfied smile as he leans forward, pressing another kiss to your face. 

“get used to it. you’ve got like fifty more birthdays with me.” he responds, hopping off the bed as he sets the tray in front of you. 

--

satoru wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to go all out. because after breakfast, he takes the three of you out on the town, to go bowling. which is something you were originally against, because in all honestly, you haven’t returned to an alley since your fifteenth birthday. 

but he drags you in by the wrist and you have so much fun that you forget about the entire thing. satoru’s cheater ass runs down the alley when his ball went into the gutter, tsumiki spends the entire time looking for a pink bowling ball and can’t find one, and megumi gets way too excited about the all you can eat nachos that he accidentally ate too many and almost threw up. 

the entire thing is so silly and so genuinely fun that you don’t think about sitting in the alley alone as a kid even once. you’re laughing too hard to even remember.

and when you get home, your entire apartment is decked out this time and all your friends are jumping out at you the second you walk in, pressing warm kisses to your cheek and wishing you a happy birthday. 

of course he did a surprise party. satoru rents out a karaoke machine, makes them all play a game about who knew you best (nanami won, satoru was pissed), made you open gifts, and brought you a real cake with frosting and candles on it. 

and the entire thing makes you so happy, you could cry. 

you stand by the half eaten cake as everyone winds down in the foyer, stuck in their own conversations. and the entire day, the entire ordeal that satoru went to plan this makes your heart squelch as you watch it in front of you. 

but there’s some part of you. thirteen, fifteen, nineteen year old you that still sits in your head. that remembers that pitiful feeling of being alone on your birthday and convinces you that this is a one time thing.

that it’s the exception, not the rule. that your birthday is nothing to celebrate, still. 

you feel a hand snake around your waist and a pair of lips on your neck as satoru wraps himself around you, his voice warm on your neck. 

“did you enjoy today, birthday girl?”

“yeah. I love you, ‘toru. thank you.” 

you lean to the side to press a kiss to his cheek, before you focus back in on megumi and nanami’s very intense chess game that’s going on. 

“princess.” 

“hm?” 

“i know you. tell me what’s going on in that head. you wanted chocolate instead of red velvet, didn’t you?”  

“well, when you put it like that-”

“red velvet and chocolate are the same. it’s just dyed a different color!” 

you laugh as you turn around in his arms, knotting your knuckles together around his neck. 

“no, satoru. you made it perfect and i loved every second.” 

“then?” 

“it’s just weird, love. i’m not sure how to explain.” 

satoru leans down to put his hands around your waist and lift you up onto the counter. you’re both level height now, your face a few inches from him as you try your best to explain the block in your chest. 

“i love that you did this for me, please don’t think i didn’t. but some part of me can’t help but feel less than right now.” you whisper, his eyes washing over in concern. 

“less than what?” 

“i just mean- this is the first time someone has done this for me and i-” you respond, your voice cracking as those hot tears fall out of your eyes. 

he brings his hand up to your cheek, his touch warm. 

“sweetheart. you know you deserve this right? big fancy birthday parties? breakfast in bed and handmade decorations and birthday cards?” 

you can feel the tears pouring out of your eyes even harder at his words, his voice so soft that it makes every untouched wound in your mind hurt. 

“i-i know everyone deserves it logically but it’s just been so many years and no-no one ever wanted to do it for me that i just-no one even cared and i still feel like they don’t-” 

satoru brings his hands around your waist as he leans the majority of his frame into yours, his mouth hovering right by your ear. he’s whispering soft words into your ear as he tells you to calm down, his hands rubbing small circles into your back. 

“y/n. your birthday is very special to me.” 

you bring your hands up to your eyes as you wipe your tears away, pouting at him through the redness on your face. 

“why’s that?” 

“everyday, i’m grateful you were born. that you’re in my life, that you’re with me, that you’re in this world.”

he brings your knuckles up to his mouth as he presses a soft kiss, a beaming, warm smile on his face. 

“the day you were born should always be celebrated. with this intensity, if not more. it’s another day that you, another year that you’re on this earth here with me. with us, living and breathing.” 

he presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering the final words in your ear, that shatter your resolve completely. 

“what is there not to celebrate, sweetheart? it’s just another year i got to spend with you. another year i get to watch you push on past what bothers you, to stay soft when everything around you is hard. another year you keep fighting. that is always, always something to celebrate.” 

you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his hug, the hold so tight that you can physically feel the pressure in your chest. you must have stirred up some commotion with your crying because they’re all standing at your side now, irritated looks on all of their faces.

“you made her cry, asshole.” shoko says, rolling her eyes at him. 

“you give us a whole lecture about how this day needs to be treated like a national holiday and then your dumbass made her cry?” suguru says, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

you pull away from your hug, laughing at their insistence as satoru starts defending himself, and you can’t help but feel it. 

excited for your birthday next year. 

because you know satoru and you know he’s already planning out the ten miles for y/n month for the next year.

--

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[randomfoggytiger]

randomfoggytiger's Fictober Wrap Up, 2023

My first Fictober has concluded; and I decided to throw together my entries, thoughts, and acknowledgements into one post for posterity.

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Fictober Fics

"The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully"

Mulder and Scully reunite in the afterlife, two skeletons dancing in the rain and the mud.

"Regardless of His Actions Last Night"

Queequeg, alive and savage, joins Scully on her Chinga vacation.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part I

Mulder and Scully are attacked and turned into vampires by Ronnie Strickland. Scully's crisis begins when her faith seemingly rejects her.

"Time Passing in Moments"

Post Fight the Future Scully brings Halloween to Mulder, determined to give him a break while they wait and wait and wait for OPR.

"As Agent Mulder Says, There Are Many Different Kinds of Vampires" Part II

Mulder encourages Scully not to give up on her faith, both of them choosing to face potential death by holy fireball rather than letting her live in fearful limbo.

"There's Something Up There Mulder"

Scully realizes that Tooms is likely a distant relation of the Gender Bender Brethren (Amish hats are mentioned.)

"I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself"

Metaphorical similarities between Mulder's supposed red-green colorblindness (which he does not have) and red-hot Phoebe Green.

"How Much You're Like Ahab"-- Mulder parallels his and Scully's crime scene eating habits to those of their cannibalistic pets.

"The Truth Is Out There-- But So Are Lies"-- Scully ruminates on her partner's ease with lying; and her ability to save him from Them and himself.

"Something Approaching a Normal Life"-- Mulder realizes Scully had invited him to (a disastrous) Thanksgiving to distract himself from the anniversary of his sister's abduction. He plans to return the favor.

"Preying on the Weak and Vainglorious"-- Post Sanguinarium Mulder ruminates on bad luck and bad ends; and Scully insists he's beautiful.

"Kids Today, Huh?"-- 2023 Mulder sinks into a slump after listening to a mopey song all day. Scully reasons him out of it.

"Is Being Made a Fool Of a Crime, Agent Mulder?"-- Mulder and Scully celebrate life, the dead, and all the Roadrunners and Wile E. Coyotes of the world. (My "happy birthday in a way, Mulder" fic.)

"We Need to Get Help"-- Mulder contemplates the glaring similarities between Gender Bender and Never Again and the new differences in his partner.

"We'll Think of Something"-- The Unnatural Scully grumbles over Mulder's tendency to run off into trouble. She goes, anyway.

"End of the Road"-- Mulder's peace after Closure.

"He Had Parents Who Loved Him"-- The Mulder family and baseball.

"I Think She Was Just Trying To Get Away"-- Scully reminisces on Mulder's distance and need for distraction post Monday.

"You Don't Know the First Thing About Me"-- Krycek has fixed opinions about the Syndicate, Mulder, Marita, and morals.

"My Religious Convictions Are Hardly the Issue Here"-- Scully and Mulder try to tackle her fears post All Souls.

"I'm Tired"-- Scully draws parallels between her Tithonus experience and Mulder's Sleepless and Demons one.

"Life’s Just a Path”-- If Melissa were alive post Fight the Future and Millennium, she'd never let her sister live it down.

"I Think He’s a Hard Kid to Love”-- Post Schizogeny Scully is sent on a case with Mulder to unofficially help Skinner's friends, one of which is a bear. (Prompts and artwork contributed by my two sisters.)

"Mulder Will Be Back”-- Jeffrey Spender sneers at Mulder's "hubris."

"Easy for You to Say”-- Post First Person Shooter Mulder is enamored with his little battle girlfriend.

"No More Paranormal than a Change of Wardrobe”-- Freshly-dating Mulder and Scully's lifestyles don't quite match yet; but the effort is worth it.

"What Must a Mother Go Through”-- Post Emily Mulder reasons Scully out of her Mrs. Peacock comparisons.

"Watch Over You Wherever You Go”-- One Breath Maggie remembers the many reinterpretations of her daughter's necklace.

"Your Ideas Are Weirder than Ours”-- The Lone Gunmen are woken by two very grumpy-with-each-other special agents.

"Doesn’t Make Him Less of a Miracle”-- AU Mulder tries to fight colonization and wrangle his "sea monster" child at the local ball pit.

"Sooner or Later a Man’s Gotta Face His Demons”-- Post Amor Fati Scully prods Mulder on a stakeout about his lack of Samhain hunting.

*****

My Thoughts

It's been a few years since I've committed to a daily creative project, but this month flew by. It was a joy to prove myself, in a way; and an even greater privilege to take other people's prompts and turn them into stories. I'm proud of the work I put in, proud of how they turned out, and proud that they entertained anyone who read them.

I did discover a personal writing flaw: grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. Which, given that I write and "edit" everything in under an hour and that my brain autocorrects and rewrites while I'm actively writing, is understandable. There are multiple reblogged versions of my finalized fics because I would spot an error and edit after publication but not before the readers hit. And that's okay! (When my Ao3 submission goes through, I'll upload each fic "in its final form", so no sweat there.)

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Trivia

Each fic was named with a quote from The X-Files, mostly from Mulder and Scully but also by various side characters (Phoebe Green, Krycek, and Maggie, namely.)

I tackled Scully's religion a lot this month as a way to work out my frustrations with her episodes: her belief in the series has always been chocked up as "yes man" syndrome; and I believe it did a disservice to Scully, multi-layered character that she is. I hope it did her a little more justice.

In a way, I dedicate "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully" to @enigmaticdrblockhead-- whose writing not only influenced that piece but also sticks with me to this day-- and @perpetually-weirdening-- whose interest in an immortal Scully breathed life into this idea.

In a way, I dedicate "The Truth is out There, But So Are Lies" to @suitablyaggrieved: the discussion we had (concerning Mulder's ability to lie quite well) rattled around in my head until I put it down "on paper."

In a way, I dedicate "Something Approaching a Normal Life" to Baroness Blixen, who is the master of weaving angst and fluff into her holiday fics.

In a way, I dedicate "I Wonder If You Think It's Safe Enough to Indulge Yourself" to @settle-down-frohike because it reads more meta than fic (while also reading as fic.)

In a way, I dedicate "He Had Parents Who Loved Him" to @television-overload, whose baseball fic inspired by Field of Dreams still takes up space in my noggin.

And I think that's all my thoughts for now~.

*****

Acknowledgements and Thanks

@baronessblixen for encouraging me to write this month-- another boost on the long list of encouragements you've given me~.

@agent-troi and @welsharcher (my Fox Mulder Singleton Club members) for their generous prompts. Truly touched by both of you: your loooooooong list, agent-troi; and your vibey suggestions, welsharcher.

@wexleresque for your vampire prompt (that was a fun fic challenge), and your "looking up at the sky" prompt (which challenged me to tackle older years Mulder and Scully.)

@stephy-gold for her Nessa Barrett song prompt (which I plugged into older years Mulder and Scully)-- I learned something new and tackled a genre that is not my favorite (songfic.)

@tossingmyglossymane for the post Monday prompt, which was more challenging to write than expected (and turned out great.)

@xxsksxxx for the prompt about Scully's cross necklace-- that was an initial struggle to nail down until I tied it back to Maggie; then it flowed~.

Anon for the prompt wanting Mulder to mull over Scully's words in Gender Bender (which tied, I thought, perfectly into his confusion in Never Again.)

Thank you to my sisters for the fall prompts that lead to Bernie the Bear (and another thank you to my younger sister who let me include her doodle for that day's Fictober entry.)

And thank you to everyone who engaged, liked, reblogged, and anything else! (I always like to dip in and out of the Notes section to see how each person responded differently to each fic-- a bonus game: make guesses and see if they're correct.) There are too many to count, so I'll just include a few off the top of my head: @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @amplifyme, @pianogirlxf, @scullys-scalpel, @teenie-xf, @agertiegirl, @improlificinsarcasm, @borogirl, @tofuttim, @mysteryness, @rosedyl, @spidey-is-tired, and others~!

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Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

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[mostlyinthemorning]

Houdini, I'm procrastinating at work and daydreaming about our favorite boys. Since it was recently David's big 40, what do you think they did to celebrate? Assuming the store has been doing well the past few years, I'm thinking they took a trip somewhere that David loves. Maybe Italy. Japan. Somewhere he's been wanting to go but hasn't been able to since they lost their money. I just love thinking of David being able to enjoy things he used to but with Patrick now 🥹

Did someone say procrastination??

You know that Patrick has been secretly saving up money for David's 40th and that he and Stevie have been scheming their best trollish schemes to make it as memorable as possible.

David would obviously not want anyone to know that he's 40 - he considers himself a very young 37, thank you very much, so naturally Patrick and Stevie throw him an elaborate "39th" birthday and invite the entire town. It has cake and karaoke at the cafe and David pretends to hate it, but he secretly loves every minute, especially when the Brewers and the Roses are the surprise guests.

Roland makes a speech and only references foot cream once, so David considers that a win. The Jazzagals perform and Moira remembers most of the words to Birthday by Katy Perry. Patrick follows it up with a rendition of Everything I Do I Do It For You and even Ronnie applauds.

After, they go home and have hot sex and then Patrick cruelly wakes David up at 8 am for their flight (which isn't until 3, but Patrick knows David will need time to pack).

Patrick considered all of the places that David used to go, but in the end he decides they both deserve to go somewhere new so he takes David to Portugal where they spend two weeks eating lots of food and lying on the beach and having sex and exploring local towns. David fills his journal with ideas for the store and Patrick nearly drowns while showing off when he's wind-surfing (not really, but David refuses to let him go back in the water after he falls off his board for the third time).

And that's how they spend David's 40th.

Thanks for the chance to procrastinate, anon! I hope you enjoyed my little fantasy trip for the two of them.

#david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #not quite fanfic? #schitt's creek #schitts creek

[ohtobemare]

*running into the room, skidding to a stop*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARE!!! I absolutely LOVE you and I hope you have the best birthday!!! 🥳🎁🎉🎊🍾🥂

For the celebration, could I have Slider with "you remembered?!" "what kind of question is that? of course I did!" and taking a bid of icing off the cake and putting it on their cheek

Fighter, love. I adapted this a little from the OG ask, but I think it turned out okay. Actually got away from me, but, I don't think I'm complaining? Hopefully you enjoy it, and thanks for asking!

Something Dangerous

“Don’t forget the brownies, Ronnie!” 

Of all the things to be doing, running late to a volleyball game in the middle of scathing San Diego afternoon was not topping anyone’s list, especially on one of the hottest days of summer. And most especially when the air in your boyfriend’s car wasn’t functioning. Even more especially when you’re approximately three degrees south of absolutely terrible—hair’s a wreck, your feet throb from wedge heels, and that sunburn from all-day yesterday on the sand was starting to smart. 

Hustling across the cracked pavement of the military housing unit’s apron, you stop and rest a hip against the offending vehicle in question. Ron’s K1500 looks exhausted, sitting under open sky and pristine blue skies. And if the thing could cry, you know she would—sagging on worn suspension, the front passenger tire needs air. Cracked rubber checkered with snaking crags across RADIAL lettering, most of her V6 and 4x4 badging either missing, sun-faded or busted in half. Tucked away in the bowels of your closet, Daddy had wrangled some replacement badges from a local junkyard back in Tulsa—he’d mailed them earlier in the year. Ron being the nosy one of your relationship, you’d socked them away for Christmas. 

The most adorable powder blue, most of the clear-coat is spotty and peeling in all the wrong places. Almost 20 years old, the first time you’d seen Baby, as Slider affectionately named her, you’d assumed she’d survived the war. Or, at the very least, some nuclear fallout the world forgot to remember. 

Stepbars aside, you can barely wrangle in and out of the thing—Kerner had lifted Baby himself, put her on some fat rubber. Relished in his ability to all but Frank Sinatra himself in and out of the thing. Perfect for a Gorgon-sized backseat RIO, but not a pocket-sized girlfriend. Five feet almost exactly, plunking your ass in Baby’s front pass seat took effort. It was like tight-wiring at the circus, precariously dangling over whatever terrain you found yourself in. Today it was the driveway, later the beach. Tomorrow would be church’s parking lot. Next week—wide open Tulsa interstate, hot pavement stretching for eternities. 

Baby’s fender is ripping hot, sunlight glinting off this-is-the-best-it-gets polished chrome enough to make you squint. Hissing at the heat against your thigh, you reflectively pull away. Readjust to rest your knee against the warm rubber of the tire, strap of your purse dropping off your shoulder as a hand dives into the knockoff Vuitton for keys. Halfheartedly and early in your relationship you’d exchanged spare keys as a couple—the key to Baby tinked right alongside the key to your Land Rover, and vice versa. Two years had all but worn the painted NAVY off your leather keychain. 

Muttering under your breath, your fingers brush the allusive keychain at the bottom of your bag. Snagging the keyring with your finger, you snatch them out of the bag before dumping it to the truck’s hood, moving to pop the latch on the door. With a rough tug, the hinge all but slips open—and if you hadn’t helped Slider wipe away the WD-40 drips left behind after lubing the doors, they’d take all the credit. Huffing a breath, you balance a wedge on the stepbar, grab the handle assist, and rest a knee on the seat to lean over the column and insert the key. With a flick, she turns over, stutters for a moment in the cradle. Rips to life with a throaty roar, body shaking a little beneath your feet. A satisfied little smirk at the radio has you slipping back down to the driveway apron, nudging the door lighting with your hip. Turning, you angle the side mirror to check your makeup and your hair—curls clipped back, you’d opted for simple makeup. Base and SPF didn’t mix, and the slight red on your nose from yesterday is testament to it. 

Flipping up the collar of one of Ron’s shirts, a hot sunburn simmers beneath the light material—he’d all but insisted you cover. Compliance had left you irritated, Mr. Bronze Adonis didn’t even need SPF. He could bar on-base all day ass-naked as the day he was born and not even pink. Kerner’s tan was almost as dark as the eyeshadow you’d opted for—a bronzy thing you didn’t even remember the name of, but set off the flecks of gold in your eyes. The way you knew he liked, the way you liked. 

Pinching your cheeks for extra color, movement in the reflection over your shoulder catches your eye. Here comes Kerner, gliding out the front door on long legs that are effortless, all but ripping out of too-tight light wash Wranglers. Dogtags thrown over his bare shoulder, he’s wedged a t-shirt into his back pocket. 

Balancing effortlessly in his flattened palm is the pan of aforementioned chocolate walnut brownies, the other split between his keyring and two six packs of Budweiser bottles that, even from across the lawn, clack together in the most beautiful sound a weekend could offer. Barefooted, sunglasses poised on the end of his nose, Ron toes the screen door back into place easily before hustling off the front step and across the offensively dead lawn. 

Meeting him at the edge of the apron, you gesure for the pan of brownies. You’d lovingly made them at his request for this picnic volleyball game—all the girlfriends were bringing food. A phone call to the roster later; Charlie (and thus, Maverick) was bringing macaroni salad, Carole and Goose were bringing condiments and drinks, Hollywood had all but threatened violence toward anyone who dared bring meat he wasn’t responsible for; Wolf had been instructed to bring paper products, and Kazansky had already secured pineapple and vegetables, because healthfood. 

That left dessert. And Ron was an absolute slut for anything chocolate, and he’d almost died when you’d whipped together your stepmother’s chocolate walnut recipe last year for his birthday. Groaning sinfully, he’d devoured almost the entire thing himself before you’d leaned across his finely-toned abs, reaching for the pan of dessert he’d dared to hold just beyond short stack reach. Successful in ripping them away, Slider earning brownie privileges had been entertaining to say the least. 

You still hadn’t replaced the broken headboard. “These are safe?” Pulling back the cheesecloth pulling overtime to protect all-but glistening chocolate icing from the elements, you peek into the pan as Ron’s now-empty hand falls to brush your lower back. 

“Ha ha,” the drill reply is all but eye-rolling as he steps up to the pavement. “We ready to rock and roll or what?” Moving to the driver’s door, he pops it open, deposits the beer to the floorboards, and rolls down the window before peeling at the gauges. “Shit, she’s warm already. It’s hot.” 

Finding the brownies satisfactory and fully intact from their escort, you gently work the cheesecloth back into place. Watching him step up halfway on the bar, it takes effort not to notice the ripple of hewn muscle in his arm as he grips the open door. Instead your eyes cut to his feet, brows lifting behind your own sunglasses for a moment. 

“Where are your shoes?” Like talking to a child, you balance the pan of brownies against your palm, other hand planting at your cocked hip. “I had them out, right next to your jeans. Ron. You need shoes.” 

“Do not,” he challenges with a lopsided chuckle, leaning through the open window. Fingers drumming against the powder blue paint, his smile twists up, smirking. “It’s a day on the sand, babygirl. Who needs shoes? Let these dogs bark.” Nose wrinkling with a chuckle, he reaches to push his shades into place with a knuckle. His gaze casts over you quickly. “And you’re wearing heels.” Wolf-whistling, his brows bounce. 

Ron loves when you wear heels, it’s a near-constant request every time you go out. It’s the long line of your legs, the light tick on the right service. Mostly, though, you assume it’s the added height benefit. Ron alone has contributed to your shoe collection more than probably necessary, you sometimes worry it’s more of a passtime for him than not. 

Because, while Kerner isn’t exactly rolling in the dough (thanks so much Uncle Sam) you’d never know it with how he spends money. On you. Despising the fact that you’d just as soon shop Salvation Army or the clearance rack at Bloomingdales, he insisted on new clothes. New designer shit that neither of you could afford. And shoes alone, well–whether or not it could be called a fetish is neither here nor there. He’s obsessed with watching you try on shoes, how they look in your closet he’d single-handedly remodeled. 

The first Naval ball you’d attended Ron had all but seized when you suggested borrowing shoes from Carole Bradshaw, since you were the same size and she lived right next door. Scooping you up like nothing short of a farm sack, he’d tossed you over his shoulder, smacked your ass, and plunked you in the front seat of his truck. To go shopping. 

And Slider knew shopping—he had two sisters. Two sisters and a mother that was an attorney. Not only did his stamina for the urban jungle know no bounds, he knew the game. Understood brands. And he knew your shoe size from peeking around your closet, had dropped your ass in a chair and plucked selections from shelves like some possessed thing from a retail version of the Shining. 

His credit card was practically on fire before you’d left the mall with Jimmy Choos, Calvin Kline, Valinto. The dress alone was hundreds of dollars you were pretty sure he was still making payments on, but Slider never seemed to mind. He just grinned, wagged those brows while his tongue traced his bottom lip with a snide, But you can wear it anytime I ask you to, which was, apparently, entirely the point. You hadn’t worn the thing since the naval ball, but, you regularly checked on it in the back of your closet. 

Your cheeks dust pink at the way he tips his head to peer over his sunglasses at you. Dogtags all but glistening in the sweat that’s pearling in the curls of hair on his chest, you take a leveling breath. Chest opening a little, your shoulders roll back as your toes curl a little in your shoes. Pan of brownies warm in your palm, you pluck your own sunglasses from the top of your hair and slide them into your place. 

“Your funeral,” you chime in a cheeky, sing-song tone at the mental image of his feet hitting the blacktop of the parking lot. Ron, for his size, tends to whine about pain. Unless it’s pumping iron and working out, then he’s steady as an oak. Any other time pain is involved, he’s as weak as a newborn foal. “Don’t cry to me when your feet fry like an egg on the blacktop, Ronnie. It’s a heckuva walk from the parking lot to the beach,” head canting to the side, you lazily twist the ball of your shoe against the concrete apron. On purpose, teasingly. “Ice is the toughest sonuvabitch I know and even he wears sandals, baby.”

Slider’s mouth purses into a tight o, and he whistles a little low. “Listen to you,”  he reaches through the open window for your arm, but you step back sharply to evade the grab, “does Kazansky know you talk about him with that mouth?” You giggle when his fingers brush your arm, but you twist away. Slider grins brightly as he slips from the truck to dodge around the door, cutting off your escape. 

“You never talk about me that way,” his rough hand successfully snatches your arm at the exact moment you tuck the pan of brownies against your chest for protection. Feet skitching against the pavement, you’re in Ron’s thick arms, pressed against his rippling chest before your heart can even skip a beat. “I love it when you talk filthy.” His tongue skates his bottom lip, his palm smoothing your hair tenderly. Even behind shades, you can see his eyes sweeping over the features of your face. “Why don’t you ever talk filthy about me?” 

Face wrinkling into a less than serious pout, his lips twist into a fake turndown that stabs between your ribs. The snort escapes you before you can even track it, and you arch back a little from his chest, over the strong arms pinning you in place. He’s sweating and smells like SPF, but in the best way. Nerves alrighty aflame with inferno light that skips through your blood, you very quickly can’t feel past the way his heart seems to leap at his ribs for yours. 

And before you can even think about it, “You keep track of how I talk about Ice?” has slipped from your pretty pink lips like blades laced with poison. Cutting through the thick air that ripples between the two of you, the look that settles on Slider’s face is, at first, unreadable—for seconds, maybe. Within a heartbeat his lips are curling into quicksilver that slices through your facade of confidence. It grabs your spine with chilled fingers, and like smoke in the air, you aren’t able to process past the way he’s looking at you behind dark lenses. 

Breathless for all of a few seconds, your brain stops functioning. Fritzes like a static TV. And before either of you can respond, your eyes cut to the tray of brownies resting between your chest and his. Biting the corner of your lip turns into restless gnawing on the inside of your cheek, and for a few seconds you don’t know what happens—except your finger skips along the smooth frosting of brownies. Reaches up with a mind of its own and bleps it on the tip of his nose. 

For a few bleeding moments, nothing happens. Until the brown splot on his nose is so glaringly staring back at you that it snaps you like a rubber band back into reality. Eyes flicking from his nose to the pan of now effectively destroyed, brownies, the hinge of your jaw fails. Lips parting into a sweet little o, your face flames redder than it already is with recycled sunburn painting your skin, and you look back up at him. 

“Oh.” Your bottom lips rolls beneath your top teeth. 

His brows have all but taken flight off his face. Clearing his throat, his posture tightens. His chest opens, shifting the pan of brownies enough that your hand moves to stabilize it. Blowing out a breath from between his lips with gusto, he blinks a few times as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair. With a finger, he points to his nose. 

“Oh,” he mocks, making a face that immediately rips a giggle from the back of your mouth. More bubbles up your throat as he continues to mock your tone, over and over, until he wrinkles his frosting-tipped nose and moves in for a nose-to-nose kiss that only means trouble. 

“Ron, no,” you try to sound serious, but it fractures under your fissure of giggles, “Slider, stop it! The brownies—the brownies!” Never mind the fact you’ll be late to the game if this keeps up–time is all but a construct beyond his arms, the way he holds you. How he looks at you so adoringly. Since the minute you’d laid eyes on him at the South Bay Drive In, you are Icarus flying into his too-close sunlight. The fact that he picked you is so Hollywood, the stuff of cinematic masterpieces and Shakespearean dreamscapes. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel real. 

“‘Oh, Sli, the brownies!’—I’m not the one who went and wrecked the goods, sweetheart,” you lean back enough that it fractures his arms from their hold around your middle, allowing you to backstep away from him. But Slider is all about the chase, the game—the cat and mouse that sends the two of you round and round, like always. “Now what are you gonna tell everyone when it comes time to cut your birthday brownies?” His voice drops to an uncharacteristic low, like he’s putting on airs. 

It’s not the bedroom low you’ve come to adore from him, but it’s something else entirely—like the very accusation has roused an entirely new character from within his veins, one that is dark and tortured just by the very thought of that emerald monster. Halting your retreat from him him, your hold on the brownies against your chest tightens a little, almost to white-knuckle. His words echo through your brain like he’s spoken into some grand chasm, the words reverberating through your very bones. Birthday. He’d said birthday, you’re pretty sure. Willing to bet good Vegas cash on it. 

“You remembered,” blinking like a complete idiot, your mouth ticks up into a pleased grin. 

“Of course I remembered,” his fisted hands land on either of his hips, disbelievingly. Shooting him a deadpan look, his cheeks darken. Which isn’t like Ron. He’s never bashful, is rarely the butt end of anything. “Oh come on.” 

“Last year you forgot,” you correct, cocking a hip. “Tom help you remember this time? Is that what this game is about?” After all, Ron is the one who insisted on a weekend volleyball game and picnic. His idea, his coordinating the details. He hadn’t uttered a word about anything birthday related, and you’d been fine just keeping it lowkey. Had fully planned to have a night-in;  cook some pasta, enjoy Wheel of Fortune. Maybe play some naked cribbage. 

Slider not remembering your birthday last year wasn’t a big deal. He’d made it out to be more than it was, but you turning twenty-nine was not something worth fretting about this time around the sun. But you suspected, with the way he was babysitting this entire thing, that it was all for you. Not saying anything, you’d let it slide—but now, the way he was looking at you. All dangerous and suntanned and sweating in the sexiest way? 

You just couldn’t not. 

His brows lift again, teasingly. “For someone who’s supposed to belong to me, you sure talk about Ice a lot.” And he rushes you before you can even counter, but it isn’t fast enough. Skirting around the corner of the truck to put Baby between the two of you, Slider eases up to make the corner. You’re already scrambling up into Baby’s front passenger, tossing the pan of brownies up on the dash with a sharp thunk!, baking pan colliding with the windshield. 

You're halfway into the cab when both of Slider’s big hands grab either of your hips, “Not so fast,” pulls you off the stepbar. Shoulders flush to his chest, your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, the toes of your wedge heels skimming the pavement just so that you know it’s gonna leave marks. 

Dipping to brush his nose against the soft flesh of your neck. Slider brushes aside the collar of his shirt to nip at your collarbone. His hands at either of your hips dip you back harder against his frame, and the heat of his chest flares to life against the sunburn flaming on your back. Hissing, you wriggle a little uncomfortably, until his hand slips up the curve of your frame and fondles your tit, lovingly. 

“Sli,” it’s more of a plea than anything else, and you hate how he’s reduced you to little more than a flailing pile of goo. He hums against your skin, his hand moving from your breast, up the valley of your tits, to firmly latch around the column of your throat. Delightful pressure, but nothing that hurts—just the way you love it. “We shouldn’t—” 

“Why not,” He’s chuckling, now. It’s not a question. Instead, simmers low in his chest, like bubbling magma. You can feel it between your shoulders. It lights up your sunburn, stirs the churning pot of your sex like you can’t believe. Seconds and he’s rendered you both incoherent and stupid, two things you are notoriously not. Other hand slipping from your hip to dip beneath the ruffle of your skirt, his fingers brush the apex between your legs. And he chortles, like the devil. Because he is. 

“Look at you,” he whispers it into your ear, hot breath chasing across your cheek in a way that sends you keening. Preening at the praise, his hand moves to curl fingers into the meat of your thigh. It burns, deliciously, sending volcanic heat to that delicious little spot between your legs that is throbbing. Achingly empty. Desperate for more, anemic like the starving. “Sensitive, aren’t you, baby?” 

Your mewl is lewd. Sinful. Traitorous, even. “Ron—” 

With a pleased chuckle, the world flips in a blur of movement as Slider spins you around. Chest-to-chest, he slants his mouth over yours thick and hot, milking a slow little whine from the back of your throat the way he likes it. Licking into your mouth, there’s nothing for you to grab now that the world is rocking, spinning as your senses light up like a control panel. World spinning, reality shattering like it always does every time he kisses you this hard, this deep, you yelp at the sudden cold of him being ripped away. His absence, the daylight between you as he hoists you up, into Baby’s front passenger seat. 

And before you can even breathe, he’s spreading your legs apart. Heels planted in the door jamb and on the frame, you’re dizzier than you first thought when his lips curl into a cocksure smirk from between your legs. Core on fire from supporting yourself half-cocked, his big hand comes to rest on your belly, and adds pressure. It’s an unspoken ask, and you flop back to the seat with a desperate whimper, gnawing on your bottom lip as Slider places hot, light kisses to your inner thighs. 

His nose brushes your apex as he hums, curiously. “I was gonna save this for later,” his chuckle is devilish. Burns like silver that’s been melted into another state altogether, waiting for the mold of something beautiful. Something dangerous. “But I guess you could talk me into giving you your present early, babygirl.” 

Back arching off the seat, your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt that feels little more than a straightjacket on your flaming, searing skin. Eyes pinched closed, that want in the base of your gut may as well be a rabid thing, clawing for release. Desperate for satisfaction. Hungry, your toes curl against the base of your shoes, the straps all but cutting into your flesh. Propping up on an elbow, you reach for his head of curls. With a flick of your wrist, tip his head back. 

He’s grinning at you, goofily. “You’re such a cocksucker,” and he is, really. Or, rather, is inches from. His eyes jump with a brightness that makes your heart stutter a little behind your ribs, and you try not to smile. Instead, you bite your bottom lip, noting that it’s still swollen from where he’s kissed you so damn fully. “You want me to beg, hm? On my birthday, Ron?” 

“Now’s a good a time as any,” his brows bounce, “so how ‘bout it, hm? Gonna be a good girl and beg for Slider on your birthday?” 

He didn’t really have to ask.  

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[toonrandy]

To celebrate @coconuttyglittersmurf's birthday, here are some drawings!

Here are the two Nates: Nate from Nate Is Late and Nate from Big Nate — both are wearing crowns! There’s an episode of Nate Is Late called “King Nate” where the character gets mistaken for a king!

Nate and Lynn from The Loud House as hall monitors! Both shows have their hall monitor-themed episodes!

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne in a style inspired by Peyo!

Ronnie and a yet-to-be named character from The Casagrandes Movie, which got announced earlier this week

#nickelodeon #the loud house #tlh #big nate #nate is late #fan art #art for a friend #my art #happy birthday #the casagrandes #nate wright #ronnie anne santiago #lincoln loud #nicktoons #lynn loud

[waugh-bao]

Ronnie and Charlie celebrating their birthdays (June 1 for Ronnie and June 2 for Charlie) together with Keith’s help (1990)

#it’s still so sad to know that both Ronnie and Keith (with Bobby) have lost their birthday twin in the last few years #</3 #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #ronnie wood

[scotianostra]

Happy 98th birthday Scottish comedy great Stanley Baxter born in Glasgow May 24th 1926.

Stanley was a child actor who started his career in radio on the Scottish edition of BBC Children’s Hour.

After gaining a degree at the University of Glasgow, he joined the entertainment services during national service where he met comedy actor Kenneth Williams and film director John Schlesinger. Their influence persuaded him to become a performer rather than a teacher.

He returned to Glasgow and spent the next three years at the Citizens Theatre, where he was highly successful, and later appeared in panto with Jimmy Logan. He left Scotland in 1959 to work in television.

He won a Bafta for light entertainment in 1959, for co-hosting the satirical sketch show On the Bright Side. He won two years running, in 1973 and 1974, for The Stanley Baxter Picture Show, and again in 1981 for The Stanley Baxter Series.

Some of his best-loved comedy sketches include Parliamo Glasgow, in which the Glaswegian dialect was presented as a foreign language. It included phrases such as “Izat a marra on yer barra, Clara?” and the uniquely Glaswegian word “Sanoffy”, as in “Sanoffy cold day”.

He remained a favourite of the Scottish panto circuit, often playing the gloriously costumed dame alongside Angus Lennie, Jimmy Logan or Ronnie Corbett, until he retired in 1992.

In 1994 he returned to radio, appearing in plays and sitcoms. In 1997, he was honoured with a lifetime achievement award at the British Comedy Awards. The Stanley Baxter Playhouse ran on Radio 4 from 2006 until 2014.

Even though he retired from TV comedy some 30 years ago, Stanley Baxter continues to hold a special place in the viewing nation’s heart.

He eats well, likes a glass of wine and enjoys a quiet domesticated life. Well into his 80s he was still cycling and swimming. Even when he was in the public eye, he shunned personal publicity, rarely doing interviews or appearing on chat shows.

In his retirement he has written an autobiography but refuses to allow it to be published until after his death, not apparently because it contains any hugely scandalous stories of his celebrity friends, but because he didn’t fancy schlepping round the country doing promotional appearances, press interviews and book signings, let’s hope it is a good few years before it is released then!

A widower since 1997, he says he doesn’t find it difficult to fill his days. “You wonder how you ever had time to work,” he says.

“I miss talking to actors. I can relate to actors better than real people. I have so few friends left. "I suppose I’m a bit of a loner. I’m not the kind of person to drop in on the neighbours.”

In 2020 Stanley in an authorised biography, The Real Stanley Baxter told for the first time of his struggles to come to terms with his sexuality, his efforts to keep the fact that he is gay secret and the effect his troubled marriage had on his life.

The book charts the career of Baxter, who was born in Glasgow in 1926, from his early days as an entertainer in the Army, where he met Kenneth Williams. The Real Stanley Baxter explores the complex relationship with his wife Moira, his early sexual encounters as a teenager, and the strenuous efforts he made to maintain his privacy in later life, including taking legal action over the publication of the diaries of actor Kenneth Williams, a long-time friend, after he had passed away.

Baxter described his discomfort with his homosexuality in the book, writing: "Anybody would be insane to choose to live such a very difficult life. There are many gay people these days who are fairly comfortable with their sexuality, fairly happy with who they are. I’m not. I never wanted to be gay. I still don’t."

If you want to know more about Stanley I recommend watching the feature length documentary, Stanley Baxter's Best Bits - and More, it’s on 5 and you don’t have to sign in to watch the show, it’s just over an hour long so settle down with a cuppa before viewing. https://www.channel5.com/show/stanley-baxter-s-best-bits-and-more

#scotland #scottish #history #comedian #entertainer #actor

[karimwillia]

Part 14

Warnings: Plot

Disclaimer: I needed to add some life and background to Shuri. She is not just an athlete she is a brilliant artist who lost some of her spark. Her meeting Riri who has a passion for tech and helping people. Mix them together we see the Power Couple.

The next morning the smell of bacon fills the air waking Shuri just enough to hear Sha in the kitchen making breakfast. “Wake up you two!” Sharon softly shouts. “You all stayed up too late. Let’s go, we have to start prep for later. So dinner can be on time.” The girls untangle themselves from holding each other groaning. “Ugh do we have too?” Protesting they slowly get up. “Yes you do. It’s not my fault you all were up doing god knows what.” The memories of last night cause them to smile shyly at each other before they go about getting ready for the day.

Shuri purchased them a set of matching hoodies today, it’s just the perfect level corny that is cute. “You two are so adorable, young love.” Sharon serves out breakfast and explains the tasks they each have to get done. “Dove is like Mami. She likes a good matching outfit for pictures.” Sha looks up at Ri. “Oh no! She’s going to torture your future kids I see. It’s ok they can come to Auntie's house.” Shuri is a little offended. “It’s not that bad. They are Champion.” Riri pecks Shuri’s lips as she laughs. “It’s not but it is corny.”

Breakfast ends and the house is all a buzz with the tasks for tonight’s special event being done. There is Christmas music blasting as they sing and dance all about. Shuri and Ri both take any chance they get to hug or touch while they get everything situated in the house. This is Shuri’s first Christmas in Chicago even though she’s lived here all her life. Her family normally travels during the holidays to some island or back home in Congo. She can recall asking to have a normal Christmas all the time as a child. Just like this one but her family was huge on their traditions.

The distinct sound of the front door breaks everyone’s concentration. “Hey can I have a little help?” Ronnie chirps out entering the house with her hands full. Shuri runs to grab the grocery bags. “Morning Ma, how was your shift?” “It was hectic but I made it. Small sacrifice for 3 days off in a row. I see you girls working hard. What is done on the list so far.”

“That is so worth it. So far I have been cleaning all morning but I think I got everything straightened up nicely. Sha is in the kitchen and Ri well she got the decorations put up in no time.”

Walking into the house it really felt like a winter wonderland. The tree is covered in mostly red and gold ornaments mixed with the hand made ones Sharon and Riri have made over the years. The mantle above the fireplace is decorated with garland and lights and there is an extra S stocking this year hanging up. Small gift boxes are starting to appear under the tree. The smell from the kitchen is sweet as Sharon is baking the pies, cakes and cookies. Shuri was in awe of the magical feeling. Considering this is her first time she stepped back to realize her surroundings. She never wants to let this feeling go. Ronnie notices and places a warm hand on Shuri’s back.

This was all part of a huge plan hatched by Ronnie and Romanda. Tonight Shuri doesn’t even know that her own Mother and Big Brother will be here tonight for this dinner. While on the trip Romanda could tell that Shuri was struggling with missing her Father even though she kept the emotion silent. No matter what Romanda knows her child so she called Ronnie to gain some perspective.

Today is her Father’s Birthday and he always traveled to celebrate it. Romanda kept that alive after his death just to give them some normalcy even though it was just a sad reminder. This year it was not possible to go anywhere because Shuri wanted to be at home for Riri. Ronnie suggested that maybe Shuri needed to do something new to keep her mind off of things. So they allowed the girls to have this time together to give Shuri her first Christmas at home. It seems to be working. Her mood is much lighter.

Riri comes up behind Shuri hugging her and greets her Mom. “Hi Mami! How is my tree?” Beaming a look at the girls Ronnie is grateful. “It is a beautiful tree Baby. But I like how Shuri is getting my hug. Panther, are you trying to take my Baby?” With a face Riri lets go and hugs her Mom. “Sorry Mami, I couldn't help it.” Shuri chimes in. “Ma I just need you to know I never would do that. I am willing to share her.” Ronnie lightly hits Shuri walking out of the room. “Good answer. Because once she’s yours completely, no take backs.”

“I promise she’ll be mine forever.” The grin on Shuri’s face is so bright. Did she just say forever? Riri looks at her when she turns around and smirks. “You better mean that.” “I do. Here I’ll even promise you right now.” Shuri holds the gaze as she sticks out her pinky to Ri. Hooking their pinkies. “I Shuri Udaku promise Rihanna Williams you will be mine for the rest of my life and yours.” She then kisses her thumb. “You are so corny Dove.” Ri played it off but that was so sweet. They get up laughing and finish up everything for the night.

Dinner time was approaching fast meaning last touches to the table where set. Then everyone had to freshen up according to Mrs Williams dress code for the night. Cream, Black and Gold is the required color scheme for the evening. The smell of soul food and baked goods in the air makes everyone hungry. The doorbell rings as everyone’s expected guests are starting to arrive. M’Baku, Aneka and Ayo, MJ, Sharon’s “best friend” Quinten, and Allison arrive right in time to mingle. As they mingle the final plate is set to the table signally the start to dinner. “Alright everyone, let's choose our seats.” Ronnie announces and the group files into the dinning room. “Mrs Williams, this food is ig worthy.” MJ says, snapping pictures of the beautifully appetizing dishes.

“Thank you M just a little something I threw together. Please bow your heads for grace.” Ronnie starts “Heavenly Father we come to you in thanks. For the food, friends and family surrounding us.” With the distraction, Romanda, and Okoye join the table. Okoye’s voice was smooth and warm as she continued the prayer. “Also for allowing us to be able to give and have love in this season. Amen.”

Shuri’s head shoots up; she can’t believe it; she tears up running to hug her cousin. Riri is surprised, also walking to hug Shuri’s Mother. “Ma how did you?” Romanda embraces Riri warmly, smiling. “Us Mothers can never reveal our tricks.” Okoye rubs Shuri’s back and wipes her tears. “Hey there Little Panther.” “Cousin, how did you get time off?” “Mère pulled some strings so I could be here with you.” Okoye is the only person that after Baba passed who didn’t baby her. She pushed Shuri to keep going and make Baba proud. Then she became Shuri’s first Basketball and Track coach. Okoye was holding onto Shuri. “Hey Oko I love you if you smell this food. We need to catch up later.” They make it back to their seats and enjoy the holiday meal as loved ones.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @dominiquesheart @neptoons1998

#Spotify #shuri x riri #shuriri #fanfic #fanfiction #riri x shuri #riri williams #shuri udaku

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

First of all, this household loves Ronnie Shaw, and I'll smack anyone who is mean about her.

Secondly, something I thought about earlier after Super Spouse told me he was at the Castle and he was tickled pink Ronnie finally showed up:

If you have Hancock with you when you meet Ronnie, he makes little quips towards her age. Nothing too awful, just him being a smartass as per usual. (Which means, I would give him a smack on the back of the head for being rude.)

But, I think that really shows that he's a "young" Ghoul. I don't mean his real age, I mean the fact he's not been a Ghoul for long. Ghouls from before the war do not make age jokes unless it's about themselves. To them, EVERYONE is a young whipper snapper. I figure if you make an age remark about someone to a Ghoul, you're more likely to get a response along the lines of "Old? Come back to me when you've watched your friends and their children and their grandchildren all grow old and die." Hell, some Ghouls are pretty much the grandparent that never goes away to some families in the wastes. And, I think that's kind of a cool idea. They are a constant that each generation can count on and finds it rather comforting.

So, yeah, Hancock hasn't been a Ghoul long, and he knows what he's in for, but I think sometimes either he forgets or he really, really doesn't want to think about it because he's a straight up depressive as it is.

However, I figure every once in a while Daisy teases him about being a "kid" just to mess with him.

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------------------- According to canon he's in his early 40s, but, not that it really matters, I personally headcanon that he was that age when he became a ghoul so he's probably closer to 50, although he literally doesn't know. Hell, I'm not sure he kept up with his real age before he was a Ghoul. I figure not a whole lot of people celebrate birthdays more than "Woot! Raiders didn't get me this year!"

#fallout 4 #fo4 #hancock #ronnie shaw #daisy

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

@indynerdgirl asked: Jake & Ronnie + werewolf au + family snuggles

☆★→ 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖'𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕧𝕪 𝟚𝟟 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ←★☆

thank you for sending in requests!! i adore and miss them and their little wolf family infinitely 🖤🐺

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[calciopics]

Pelé: Art, Life, Football

On 22nd September 2015, legendary footballer Pelé was at Halcyon Gallery in London to unveil Pelé: Art, Life, Football, an exhibition celebrating his 75th birthday and lifetime of sporting and humanitarian achievements.

Arriving in true style on a bespoke number 10 Pelé bus, the Brazilian hero unveiled the highly anticipated collection alongside internationally acclaimed artists including Lorenzo Quinn, Mitch Griffiths, Pedro Paricio, Santiago Montoya and Ernesto Cánovas at an exclusive pre-launch ahead of the opening on Saturday 26th September.

One of the highlights of the exhibition is Warhol’s original painting Pelé (1977) from his ‘Athletes’ series comprising ten portraits of sporting heroes. The renowned pop artist famously predicted that one day, everyone would be famous for 15 minutes, but it would be Pelé whose fame would last for “15 centuries.”

The exhibition, open to the general public until 18th October, will display photography, original paintings, limited edition sculptures and prints by 13 artists including Andy Warhol, Lorenzo Quinn, Mitch Griffiths, Ernesto Canovas, Santiago Montoya, Ronnie Wood, Russell Young, Raphael Mazzucco and Stuart McAlpine Miller.

In addition to the contemporary artwork on display, the exhibition will also include iconic memorabilia from Pelé’s incredible career; the world famous Jules Rimet trophy and his 3 World Cup Medals football - on loan for the first time ever outside of Brazil.

Commenting on the exhibition Pelé said: “I feel extremely blessed to be working with the Halcyon Gallery who have commissioned such an exciting collection to celebrate my birthday and my career. Art has played a big role in my life for many years and it has been a very humbling experience to have so many talented artists creating such beautiful work in my honour. I believe art can be interpreted in many ways much like football, Football is art to me and it’s a very nice birthday present!

Paul Green, President of Halcyon Gallery added: “If ever the expression ‘the beautiful game’ was applicable to one individual it was Pelé. And it is this beauty, this creativity, this human presence that we wanted this exhibition to capture and re-create on canvas, in sculpture and in print. When we open our doors on September 26th we are confident that the public will be able to experience something truly unique”.

The exhibition will be accompanied by a book which will include essays by Dr. Bernard Vere, Lecturer in Modern Art at Sotheby’s Institute of Art, and bestselling biographer Brian Winter. A limited boxed edition comprising a framed, signed limited edition print and book will also be available. Of Pelé’s enduring impact, Winter writes:

“Pelé is a beacon of simple, non-empirical emotion. Something about the man makes us happy, joyous, whole. We need not be fans of football, or even sport, to feel his magic. More than half of the planet’s people weren’t even born when Pelé played his final professional match, in 1977. Yet, somehow, he makes them smile too. He delights and inspires, even today.”

#edson arantes do nascimento #Pelé #Pop Art #Halcyon Gallery #football #fussball #fußball #foot #fodbod #futbol #futebol #soccer #calcio

[the-feral-gremlin]

Sad hc for Cisco for asking game?

Didn’t tell the team when his birthday was because his family always complained/never looked all that happy about his birthday celebrations so why should his friends?

After the particle exclerator, he doesn’t let anyone braid his hair because Ronnie used to do that sometimes when they’d all hang out. (When Ronnie asked to braid his hair after coming back Cisco said “of course.”with tears in his eyes.)

If someone talks over him, he tries to pretend that he wasn’t talking in the first place.

[from this ask game]

#ask box #cisco ramon #ronnie raymond #the flash #arrowverse #ask game

[wandawiccan60]

Happy Birthday Special

How I Think Tom Hardy Characters Think of Their Birthday???🎂🥳

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you guys are having a wonderful day and I am taking the time today to make this fun and cute post of what I think every Tom Hardy character will react or think when ist their birthday. This is on behave of Tom Hardy’s birthday today and I wanted to do this for fun and just being overpassionate for this man. I hope you guys enjoy this cute and fun post and please again reblog, comment, and follow I would appreciate it a lot and I want to thank as always for you guys for the follow you guys rule!!! And without further ado. Enjoy!!!

The Kray Twins(Reggie & Ronnie): Legend 

🧡🥃✨: Being the Princes of East London, they would most definitely celebrate the whole entire night at The Esmeralda Barn. Reggie would be in his own world with friends, colleagues, and especially with Frances who is dear and precious to him.

Ronnie however, would spend time with Teddy and mostly wants to do something “spicy” when he gets back home and smoke a big cigar and be the king he feels he always is. Pretty much if any of the two get drunk they would definitely get in a fistfight if Ronnie or Reggie says something idiotic but would still have a good time since they are both brothers since they've been in their mother's womb.

Eames: Inception

🕰️♟️❣: A thief and a doppelganger, he wouldn't be much of a party person but instead want to spend his time with the people he loves without celebrating without having a cake, presents, etc. He would rather want to maybe have a special someone by his side and possibly if mostly if that someone would be his companion and the love of his life. He would feel appreciated and that would be his special present for the rest of his life.

Tommy Conlon: Warrior

🥊🤎🧡: Tommy is the quietest and very antisocial person to ever walk in Philadelphia. An ex-marine and MMA fighter he wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday with anybody, especially with his family that he is not even close to. He would rather be alone and by himself not wanting any type of attention from nobody since he is a lone wolf himself. However, for a while later, Tommy would then feel lonely, and depressed, and would likely want to have some company around. He would then have the courage to call his brother Brandon and his dad Paddy if they want to go anywhere to eat. At the end of the night, he would feel more grateful to have his dad and brother around. Without them, he would be lost and since it is his special day he would want now to spend more time with the only family he has forever.

Eddie Brock/Venom: Venom

💙🖤🍫: Venom would likely want to get a huge chocolate cake for his best friend, knowing that Ann has Dan now. But Eddie would appreciate it so much on Venom that he wants to make Eddie the best birthday in his life. They would then go on a motorcycle ride and enjoy the nightly lit city of San Fransisco while Venom would feel the cool breeze on his face(except with no hair). But moreover, Eddie would love it if he could share this special day with someone knowing he wants Ann by his side but that won't be possible. But in time Eddie would end up finding someone and after every birthday he gets that special someone who would mostly do things that would be something precious and memorable.

Alfie Solomon’s: Peaky Blinders

🍞✨🤎: Alfie would pretty much close his rum distillery since he doesn't want to know anything about business since it is his day of course. Alfie is a party animal he would mostly spend his day at Margate and drink, dancing, and sing, and hire a band to play some music, and invite his close friends that he thinks to deserve to come to his home. Alfie would in that same night maybe find the love of his life and maybe just maybe they both might end up doing a “one-night stand” if you catch my drift. Probably that person and Alfie would get along well afterward and who knows that someone will change his life forever not expecting to have such a gift in his life.

James Keziah Delaney: Taboo

🎩💀🩸: James is the type of person who is the least worried to celebrate the day of his birth. He has the mentality of a businessman, wanting vengeance from the bloody East Company that wants the land of his mother's birthland Nootka Sound. He worries to have everything in his hands that his father has left behind for his son. But somehow just maybe someone on the brink of all the dark clouds and shadows there would be someone who would embrace him for being alive and wanting him to know that he is special in his own way. James would find it unusual at first but after some realization, he would appreciate it besides taking the souls of those that deceive him or threaten to end his life.

Charlie Bronson: Bronson

🕶️🤎👊🏻: Bronson is the man who would want to make his birthday someone BRILLIANT, Out of this world, and would love to release so much chaos inside the prison. He demands a cake, some of his favorite food, and most of all let everyone know who the fuckin’ boss is inside the walls he has been caged for so many years. He would also demand to have a day off and away from his cage but it wouldn’t really last for much since he might end up getting into a fight with some random twat and forcefully get back to prison. But to Bronson, it would be the best day of his life knowing that freedom was around him but yet again his home is in prison.

Bane: The Dark Knight Rises

🖤🦇❄️: Bane would have no time celebrating himself for he only wants to do is conquer, take over Gotham, his relationship with The League, and kill the Batman(Bruce Wayne).  He never really saw the point of celebrating his day when he was born into a world that is filled with darkness, madness, and overall feeling like there is sometimes no purpose in life. But there is one person that he only cares to have and protect and that is the child he saved from the darkest and deepest depths of The Pit. Talia Al’ Ghul for Bane is the only reason he is still alive and just having a small celebration with her is enough for him to care for and want.

Max Rockatansky: Mad Max: Fury Road

💥🧡☀️: Max wouldn’t remember much about his birthday, since he has lost his will to live, his family, and himself mentally. He would just spend his life roaming around the endless Wasteland and just survive in a crazy world where everyone thinks they are crazy including himself. But if maybe just one person could bring his insanity back he would still think it is pointless to remember and to even mention it again. However, if that ever happens if that one person does make some sense to him again, he would embrace his day and appreciate having that special person to bring his old life back into a world where there is nothing but dust and survival of the fittest.

Tuck Hansen(Blue Eyes): This Meas War

🧡⌚️😊: Tuck would be the type of person to want to celebrate his birthday without a care in the world. With or without friends he would make a wild party inside his mind and drink all night long, get himself a cake to celebrate, food, and mostly just be a one-night man with himself. But he would much rather want to share his day with someone special even if he had tried to win Lauren’s heart he also had his son in mind. And so he took his son out for dinner and even though his ex-wife is not present he appreciated a lot to have his only son here with him knowing Tuckk loves him to death. But after some time later he then would find himself with the love of his life and would preserve such a treasure that he wants to spend his entire time with that person.

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[seeanimation]

Happy 13th birthday to my Cat Bro Ronnie 🐈 Let’s celebrate by watching all of his videos on the Cat Bro Ronnie & Friends playlist 😱💥 https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLHjUnlXeKe2lopLIT8RCeVEIHdOsPuZIh #catbroronnie #cat #bro #ronnie

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[waugh-bao]

Ronnie and Charlie celebrating their (nearly) shared birthday with Keith’s help (1990)

#these are precious #but the last one looks so much like a wedding photo it isn’t funny #charlie finally marrying his trophy wife #the rolling stones #charlie watts #keith richards #old married band #ronnie wood #also is it just me or does Charlie have really pretty/long eyelashes?