#HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS DIVA !!!!!

[taiyami]

It occurred to me recently that Marik's first experience with listening to music must have been such an overwhelming moment. I wonder what kind of music he would like? I'm sure it's a lot of work to discover all the little freedoms and joys of humanity after missing out on it for your whole life.

[rowdyluv]

“Happy birftday Dada!”

summary: Instagram Posts: Jack, Quinn, & Luke

warnings: pure cute, fluffy, family oriented posts

notes: i fumbled around with writing a full fic and a couple different blurbs for the idea @mommahughes19-23 and i had spitballed around the days before Luke’s birthday. i never ended up liking any of the options that i wrote so i present you three instagram edits in one…

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@jackhughes : i can’t say no when a tiny sweeter, much cuter version of my baby brother asks for help.

tagged : @lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes @rosey_yn

location : Emmy’s cellys Lukey

_quinnhughes : very little paint used on the “painting” but all that paint on her……and blanks…

lhughes_06 : Emersyn can’t wait to hang up her painting when we’re all back in Jersey.

nicohischier : My sweet little Hughes. What did they do?

dawson1417 : Very Jack of you to do.

edwards.73 : @lhughes_06 please hang it up in the living room. Everyone will be reminded you’re the best daddy ever first thing

jackhughes : @edwards.73 you would try to ruin this

rosey_yn : jack rowden. i will be holding a lecture on “how to say no” weekly until you grasp it once we’re back home.

elblue6 : How sweet! My sweetest baby made her daddy a gift with my other baby.

dylanduke25 : @_quinnhughes was blanks salvageable? is lil bit in meltdown mode?

_quinnhughes: @dylanduke25 pulled out the last one mom had saved. jack ruined the other

john.marino97 : bring that little shit to me in utah. I miss her cuddles.

curtislazar95 : chirp chirp chirp

holtz_10 : see ya in Vegas little buddy, you too jack

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_quinnhughes added to his story!

jackhughes replied: was the blanket picture before or after you fell asleep watching her😜?

rosey_yn replied: fyi those paint markers are NOT washable either…but at least you bathed her & you put her down for a nap…and Luke wasn’t too mad 🥲

lhughes_06 replied: thanks for the sweet gift. next time don’t fall asleep with paint pens in reach of a two year old who could wake up at any moment!! my poor hat😞

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lhughes_06: my girls are too sweet. some one fell asleep with their niece during nap time… my hat paid the price when Emersyn faked out her uncle Q.

tagged: rosey_yn, _quinnhughes

njdevils: emersyn for merchandising

canucks: what they said!

_quinnhughes: she didn’t fake me out she WAS asleep.

rosey_yn: I believe you huggy. luke needs his jack..I mean diva moment.. @ _quinnhughes

lhughes_06: my hat is ruined and you’re calling me a diva

rosey_yn: yes

_quinnhughes: yes

nicohischier: yes

dylanduke25: yes

curtislazar95: finally you all listen to me. My little bestie did a great job on the hat! I want one.

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editted to add: I want to give a BIG thank you to @mommahughes19-23 for helping me with the layout for instagram edit posts, and for her (her daughter’s) help with the toddler appropriate title. Without her help this installment may have never made an appearance in the series.

I strongly suggest you go check out her blog! Her insta edit posts are how I stumbled across her account and I L O V E them. her pinned post is a masterlist!

[broadwaydivastournament]

What's better than a Broadway Diva birthday? Two Broadway Diva birthdays.

Happy birthday to reigning Queen of Broadway Audra McDonald, and to the "Voice of Broadway" herself, Miss Betty Lynn Buckley.

[hslllot]

insieme in paradiso

“together in paradise”

rated m | 2.7k words

better late than never, right? this is a short piece for my dear friend’s @harry-on-broadway​ fic challenge (the prompts used are in bold)! It is basically an extended version of this concept I wrote back in 2021... We’ve had such great latam content lately that I feel like I should have adjusted the setting of this, but I hope you enjoy anyways! As always, please let me know what you think. xx shan

———

Was this heaven?

You were certain that you’d never felt more relaxed as you bathed in the Tuscan sunlight. Lounging beside your love, you let your eyes close, the book you were reading abandoned in the sand next to your chair ages ago. Every worry, every stressor, every bit of tension in your muscles that you carried with you drifted away in the winds of the ocean breeze. 

This was the private getaway with Harry you’d been longing for. It seemed like forever since the two of you were able to spend an extended amount of time alone together. 

“Mum just posted this photo. Look. Thea’s getting so big.” Your boyfriend interrupted your daze when he reached out from beside you to shove his phone in your face.  

You opened your eyes slowly and lowered your sunglasses so you could take a proper look. Using your hand to shield the glare of the Italian sun, you saw on his screen an Instagram story his mother had posted of his cousin’s baby. 

“She’s adorable, H.” You responded, adjusting your sunglasses back to cover your eyes. “We should give Ella a call later, maybe we can FaceTime.” All you heard in response was a short grunt as he laid back in his chair, eyes still fixed on his screen.

He was grumpy and you could tell. 

One thing about your boyfriend of three years, which you found incredibly endearing, was that he loved his family more than anything. Unfortunately, when his family was gathered and he couldn’t be there, he’d tend to get a bit pouty. You’d find him glued to the group chat or Instagram to get updates on what they were up to. Sometimes you would catch him ‘liking’ or ‘reacting’ to their posts and stories (on his private account of course) in an attempt to make himself feel more included. 

Birthdays. Weddings. Babies. There was a long list of family events he often had to miss because of his job, and you knew it weighed heavily on his heart. 

A small part of you was slightly annoyed that he wished he were somewhere else. But another part of you, perhaps the more compassionate part, understood that multiple truths could exist at once: 1) He was happy to be spending time with you, 2) he was grateful for his job that took him to beautiful countries and allowed him to live a lavish life, and 3) he missed his family dearly. 

But sometimes you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just go home and visit them whenever he felt like it. He certainly could afford it, and he had the power in all of his business relationships to take a vacation whenever he felt like it. Sometimes you wished he had more of a ‘diva’ type attitude when it came to certain things, like allowing himself to take breaks from work. However, another thing about your boyfriend was that he was a chronic overachiever and people pleaser with a tendency to overcommit to new projects. And you figured it wasn’t so bad to have a partner in life who was considerate of other peoples’ time and feelings. 

Plus, you couldn’t complain much because his commitment to a new project was how you found yourself at the beautiful, private, Il Pellicano in Tuscany. 

The two of you were finally spending some much needed quality time together. Coordinating your schedules had been an absolute nightmare and it was a miracle that you were able to take some time away from work to join him on this trip. He was technically here on business, preparing for the launch of his Gucci collection with Alessandro. But you had spent the majority of the trip together, watching him model his clothing, sitting side-by-side on the small private beach of your villa, and wrapped around one another in the bedroom.

At the moment though, Harry’s frustration, guilt, and longing to be with his family was threatening to penetrate the bubble of relaxation surrounding you. You could feel the restless energy emanating off of him. Without opening your eyes you heard the way he moved around in his chair and sighed under his breath as he scrolled through his phone and typed away messages in his family group chat. When you finally did open your eyes you found him on his stomach, his head at the other end of the chair near your feet, and his phone two inches from his face. And while this position afforded you a great view of his tanned back and taut muscles glistening in the Italian heat, clad only in a small pair of black swimming shorts, you could feel the tension radiating from him and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

You reached across and placed your hand on the back of his calf, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his warm, sun-kissed skin, as if to soothe him.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmmm?” He responded mindlessly, not bothering to look up from his phone. 

“Hey, look at me.” You urged, squeezing his calf to gain his attention. 

“Sorry” he murmured, putting his phone down. He twisted in the lounge chair to face you, sitting up to give you his full attention. You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. 

“I was thinking… I know we’re supposed to head back to London on Sunday, but what if we took a few days in Holmes Chapel?” He raised an eyebrow at you curiously, wordlessly asking where this had come from. You continued, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen Anne and I miss her… Plus, we’ve only seen Thea once since she’s been born. I think I can extend my vacation by a few days.”

He sat there for a moment silently, teasing at his bottom lip.

“I have a meeting with Lambert and Molly on Monday in London.” He winced, remembering his prior commitment.

“Surely you can do it over Zoom. Or just push it a couple days. You are the boss, aren’t you?” 

Something flickered in his eyes and a slight smirk crept his lips at your mention of him being the boss. 

His gears were turning and you knew him well enough to know the battle going on inside his brain. He probably didn’t love the idea of moving a meeting to go see his mum, but since it was technically your idea it was like a free pass. He could feel less guilty about it because he was doing it for you. 

(Obviously you both knew this was entirely for him… But you needn’t say it)

You thought he might pass on the opportunity, and were startled when he removed his hand from yours and scrambled up from his lounge chair. He quickly moved onto your chair, straddling you with his entire body weight pinning you down. With his forearms rested on either side of your head, he placed quick kisses all over your face. Almost reflexively, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. His hot, sinewy arms flexed in your grip. 

“Yeah,” is all he said before placing a long, slightly wet, kiss on your forehead. “I AM the boss. And I would like that very much. Thank you for suggesting it.” Unable to wipe the smile from his face, he placed one more tender kiss on your lips.

You reached for the sunglasses that sat atop his head and removed them, freeing space for you to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You’re welcome, H.” He lowered into your touch, eager for a cuddle. “But you have to get up. You’re squishing me.”

“Right, sorry.” He removed himself from on top of you and took a seat by your feet at the end of the chair. It was his turn to soothe you now, grazing his palm along your calf and up to your knee, which he gave a squeeze before dragging his hand back down.

“I think it’s time we get out of the sun, yeah?” The sly look on his face was all too familiar as his gaze trailed down your bikini-clad body. “You’re lookin’ a little sunburnt.”

“Am I?” You teased.

“I’ve got something I can rub on it back in our room.”

You rolled your eyes at him, feigning annoyance at his flirtation. Nonetheless, you knew where this was headed.

Gathering your belongings hastily, you were both eager to make your way back to the air conditioned room that held your luxurious king bed. You trailed behind Harry, climbing the stone steps up to the private entrance of your villa hand in hand. 

Once inside your room, you dropped your tote bag and walked over to the balcony, sliding open the curtains and the door to let the sunshine and salt air filter through the room. Looking out at the scene below, you could see the private beach where you and Harry had spent your morning and admired the way the Tuscan sun illuminated the sapphire blue ocean ahead. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you felt Harry come to stand closely behind you.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” You said quietly. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind, allowing you to rest your chin on his forearms. He nuzzled his face into your neck where he left a delicate touch of his lips.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He responded. 

Any annoyance you previously felt toward your boyfriend’s proclivity for FOMO melted away when you realized how grateful you were to be here with him. In the chaos of his busy life, while he missed his family deeply, he chose to be here with you, together in paradise. 

You turned yourself in his arms, your body flush against his, to find his soft, yet intense, gaze on your lips. 

Harry held lightly onto your hips. Leaning in, his lips parted, and you could feel his warm breath against yours. You placed your hands on his chest, his skin burning under your fingers. With every shallow intake of breath he edged closer, until finally catching your top lip between his.

His hands trailed up your sides as your kiss became deeper, fuller. You felt like you might melt against him, heat racing down to every part of your body that was touching his. He roamed your curves and the expanse of your back, pressing you even closer to him, before finding the strings that held together your bikini. With two gentle tugs, the piece of fabric fell to the ground. 

He broke away from your kiss only briefly to study the sight of you, topless, in front of him. “Bellissima,” he whispered, his voice deep and slow. You saw the muscles in his jaw tick as his gaze burned holes through you. It was your turn, this time, to grab onto him and press him closer against you, feeling his hardness. 

It wasn’t long before Harry’s mouth started to move down your body. Your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His tongue dragged over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth and an intoxicating heat rippled through you. 

“Bed, please” was all you could muster under your breath. Harry reluctantly pulled himself off you and started walking you back, stopping when the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently lowered you onto the bed and resumed his work dragging his mouth down your body, finishing off with a chaste kiss to your hip bone.  

He stood up straight at the edge of the bed, towering over you. Eager for him, you removed your bikini bottoms and tossed them to the floor. 

“A bit impatient?” He chuckled, looking down hungrily at your naked body. You didn’t bother to respond, leaning back on your forearms, you kicked your leg out and toed at the tent in his black swimming shorts, encouraging him to take them off. “Tell me” he said sternly.

“I want them off.”

He pulled his shorts down and discarded them on the floor before climbing on to the bed. You admired the way he wrapped his hand around his cock and began slowly stroking himself, a small sense of relief evident on his face. He lowered himself over you and pressed his lips to yours. While your tongues met, the pads of his fingertips began to explore, trailing delicately down your stomach. Your body responded to his familiar touch, goosebumps racing over you and a fire simmering in your belly. 

You were desperate for him, your body begging for him to touch you as his fingers made their way down to your heat. A heavy moan left your lips when he began running circles over your clit. At that moment, you were completely overwhelmed by him. The way his lips felt against yours, the taste of his tongue, the scent of his cologne, the soft pads of his fingers on your most sensitive spot. 

“I want you,” you whined.

“You have me,” he answered teasingly, his mouth only a fraction of an inch away from yours. He dragged his finger down and dipped into your entrance. “Fuck - you’re so wet.”

“Please…”

At your begging he positioned himself between your legs, removed his fingers, and replaced them with a press of his hips against yours, the tip of his cock firm against your slit.  

Your hands grappled to hold on to any part of him you could, eventually landing on his shoulders. Gripping tightly, your fingertips dug into his skin. You wrapped your ankles around his calves and felt the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

The first thrust inside you was slow. Every inch of your body pulled tight around him as he sank deeper. Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure raced through you. 

“Fuck,” Harry rasped as he rocked into you. The sound of his voice sent a tingle down your spine. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, brushing a kiss across your jaw. 

You said it back to him as the two of you moved against each other, getting lost in the feelings of love and undulating pleasure between you. 

———

You and Harry spent the rest of the day immersed in one another in your private villa. 

The last go around, you unraveled together with his face buried in your neck while you were clutched tight around him. 

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath. 

You turned on your side to look at him, flooded with warmth and giddiness as you acknowledged how handsome he was. You used the tip of your finger to trace the lines of his face. The sharp cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the full of his lips. As you were about to trace your thumb over his eyebrow he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips. 

“Thank you again for suggesting we go to Holmes Chapel after this,” he said against your hand, still pressed to his lips. 

“Of course,” You moved closer to him and he let go of your hand in order to wrap his arms around you. “You can go home whenever you want, you know.” 

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I know. It’s easier to go when I know you’re coming with me.”

You hummed in understanding and pressed your lips against his chest.

“I should give Jeffrey a call and ask him to make the travel arrangements for us… And postpone my meetings.” 

As if on cue, his phone’s ringtone chimed from his tote bag on the floor by the door. He was reluctant to let go of you, but you gave him a look of approval that had him scrambling out of the bed to retrieve it. You took the opportunity to admire his naked body, silently thanking the Italian sun and his morning cardio routine for the glorious sight of him. 

You felt a warmth in your chest, though, at the smile that grew on his face when he looked down at his phone to see who was calling.

“Hey mum, yeah….guess what…I’m coming home.”

———

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think. 

[mymoonynight]

3rd chapter of When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace almost almost done, but since it's Sirius' birthday today I thought I'd post a snippet in appreciation of our favourite diva whom I love an absolutely insane amount. Anygays here you goooo:

Sirius, whose prideful smile never faltered even when he knew it would cause him more trouble.

Sirius, who reserved his warm, true joyful, reassuring smile for only Regulus to see. That smile that truly lives up to his name, Sirius shines brighter than any star in the universe. He brings the sense of safety that Regulus has been missing for a painfully long time. He brings a unique type of calm and ease that only he can manage. Many would argue that Sirius is anything but calm, but Regulus knows the brother he grew up with. Sirius is the calm and the storm together at once. Sirius brings love and chaos and strength and so much goodness with him. Regulus has always admired his big brother for that. Sirius was his role model, the coolest person he knew. He always looked up to him and wanted to be just like him. How brave and adventurous he was, how he stood up to their parents with his head always held high no matter how much they tried to break him down.

That was from Regulus POV in case u couldn't tell. Anygays I'm gonna ramble a bit about how much I love Sirius after this, so if u'r not interested u can skip it.

Okay let's be real now, Sirius is so very fkn precious to me, he's the most comfort character that ever comforted me (and absolutely destroyed me at the same time) ever. He means so fkn much to me, my most beloved little pookie princess who I love with all my heart, she deserves the absolute bestest things in the world :((( my precious beautiful gorgeous ethereal divine babiest babygirl. I love Sirius so so so so sickingly fkn much I'm ILL like they're just so very fkn important to meeee hgnfjrhrjyi

So anygays, happy 65th birthday Sirius Padfoot Black my most beloved, have a blast and throw the absolute sickest birthday party a 65 cool ass leather jacket wearer flying motorcycle rider year old wizard hottie could have, and wear ur absolute most stunning red dress for it u ARE the life of the party u ARE the center of attention u ARE THE MOMENT and everyone knows it and everyone sees it SLAYYYY AND KEEP SLAYING MY LOVE! LIVE UR HAPPY LIFE WITH UR LOVER AND BEST FRIENDS AND EVERYONE U LOVE U DESERVE NOTHING LESS💗

[barbarellasgalaxy]

Happy 80th birthday to the original DIVA:

Miss Diana Ross (b. March 26 1944)

[bitter69uk]

“Whenever Diana Ross goes shopping in Paris, it is a sign of what a famous person’s charisma can do. One day, she wanted some trinkets to wear to go dancing. After having lunched with friends at Maxim’s, her mile-long stretch limousine (something rare even in Paris) pulled up, and she was the first outside on the sidewalks in her floor-length sables at noon. Off she cruised to E. Oxeda, the Faberge of antique jewelers. Inside, she threw her sables on a chair. She jumped up on a Louis Something desk, her fake hair flying at half-mast. She crossed her legs, dangled them as she selected in ten minutes an antique pearl necklace, a diamond clip and some earrings that did the shake, rattle and roll between her cheeks and hair. The image of fame came when the bill was drawn up. “Would you like some identification?” asked Diana. Mme Oxeda said: “No, Miss Ross. We will deliver the jewels to your hotel this afternoon before six.” And this was a high Saturday when no banks could be called to verify her astronomical check, drawn on a bank across the Atlantic Ocean. It could have easily been an imposter, a drag queen, a professional thief. But Diana Ross’ super glamour is so authentic, it can’t easily be imitated.”

/ Andre Leon Talley in the book Mega-Star (1984) /

All hail the Queen! Call her Miss Ross! Happy 80th birthday to durable, volatile veteran pop diva, occasional (Oscar nominated) actress, sequin enthusiast, all-round glamour icon and one of Detroit’s finest daughters – the fabulous Diana Ross (born 26 March 1944)! Understandably everyone loves Ross’ music (both with the Supremes and solo), but I particularly treasure Ross’s spectacular 1975 film Mahogany in which she plays a struggling aspiring fashion designer who achieves the pinnacle of supermodel mega-stardom in Italy. It’s an unassailable so-bad-it’s-GREAT camp classic in the tradition of Valley of the Dolls, Mommie Dearest or Showgirls (and Ross’s outrageous costume and wig changes surely sparked the imagination of generations of Black drag queens, including “Mama Ru” himself). Fittingly, La Ross is currently one of the official muses of Saint Laurent’s Spring / Summer 2024 campaign – and it feels like a belated Mahogany moment! Portraits by David Sims.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Ladies of HP fest - input requested!

I've had this idea for a ladies in HP fest for a while. The short version: a fest to celebrate all the ladies in the HP series (with trans, genderbent, and original characters welcome/included).

These are the potential weekly themes I have in mind. I initially thought of a week per character or group of characters, but it would be too much for me to take on alone. Instead, I thought of a weekly thing all summer (with a break halfway through) with each week having its own theme.

This is where I'd like your help. Can you tell me what you think of the themes? would you be interested in writing or reading for any of them?

All the Single Ladies - looking at characters who choose to be single and are happy with single hood

Mothers - includes all types of motherhood, including wanting motherhood or missing motherhood

Hogwarts Hotties - female Hogwarts professors & staff

Background Beauties - all the minor characters we don't hear about often

Unconventional & Unashamed - all the girls who don't get to be conventionally pretty, or conventional at all, and they're living their best lives

Hot Girl Summer - just your favorite lady blorbos at summertime

Queer Cuties - trans, genderbent, femslash, and more

Villainous Vixens - all the villains in all their glory. girl bossing and not giving a damn what others think.

Heartthrobs & Heartbreaks - girls breaking others' hearts or getting their hearts broken.

Daughters - similar to mothers, but from daughters' POVs

Ministry Misses - all the ladies who work for the Ministry, any era

Female Friendship - exactly what it sounds like

Quidditch Queens - for all our favorite sporty girls (would coincide with Ginny's birthday)

Hedwig's Circle of Divas - Hedwig & other female creatures

Girly Girls - focusing on girls who get put down for being girly

Sisters Before Misters - genetic or like a sister bonds.

Reblog, comment, like, put something in my ask box - honestly, anything is good. I'd like to get an idea of what folks are interested in and if this sounds like fun!

[thatfantasylovingdork]

Nice little imagine:

One day, not too long after the Autobots have woken from stasis and are getting used to the Earth, Optimus finds Bee crying. He asks him what’s wrong, and Bee says he realizes how many birthdays he’s missed. Optimus decides to throw a party for all the Autobots to celebrate all the birthdays that were missed in that time period.

So everyone’s happy and more than a bit drunk…and then they run into the Decepticons, who are doing the exact same thing (it was Starscream’s idea; he’s such a diva that he hates the idea of how many opportunities to show himself off and be appreciated he lost). Optimus is drunk as a skunk, and so is Megatron, so they decide to combine their parties even after the more sober bots and Spike warn against it.

Things go pretty well, all things considered. Optimus and Megatron wind up slow dancing together and making out. After that, everyone goes a bit wild so the party is broken up. And the next day, both Optimus and Megatron are in very deep denial that they kissed, even when everyone tells them they did.

[deanscroissant]

Reunited…and It Feels so Good

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

requested by: @borhapgirlforlife19 (i hope you like it, hun xx)

warnings (im terrible at these): mentions of smut but nothing that deep (twss), lots of fluff, and a tiny bit of angst.

a/n: my first joe fic in a year or so 😬 i took a brief hiatus from writing in general so pls be gentle with me. im getting back into the swing of thangs. 😁 i hope you guys enjoy!

It's a special day today because someone is celebrating a birthday: your husband Joe of six years.

You couldn't wait to celebrate it with him because he's been gone for a long time—half of the year just about. But having him home safe and sound with his family has been such a relief. You missed Joe, but not as much as your four-year-old daughter Jade (Jay Jay, as you and Joe, would call her). That girl loves her father more than anyone in the world. Sometimes it'll make you a tad bit jealous when she shows more attention to him than you, but the thought goes away when you see them playing and laughing together.

She wanted to sleep with you two last night, but Joe wanted to spend some alone time with you. So instead, he decided to lay with her in her room until she fell asleep. Joe felt terrible, but his attention was entirely on her the whole day. Not that you both mind it; he just missed you and wanted to show you how much he did.

You looked over at him and smiled softly. Joe was sleeping peacefully. His under eyes showed how exhausted he was. Without waking him, you slowly removed the covers and left the bed. You tipped toed to the other side of the room to look for your night clothes, where Joe threw them, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind you.

You figured Jay Jay was asleep because it was almost seven a.m., but the sound of hard plastic and animated mouth sounds flowing through her cracked door told you otherwise. You softly giggled while opening her door wider. She was fully awake on her floor, playing with her Barbie dolls that she recently got from your parents last week. Her precious green-hazel eyes averted to you, and they lit up as she leaped off the floor and into your arms.

"Hi, princess," you said, smiling while hugging her back and kissing her temple. "You're up early…as always." you chuckled as you tickled her side, her giggles filling the air.

She calmed down and said, "I wanted to play Barbie with daddy when he wakes up. I was just waiting for him." He did promise her that he'll play all day with her. But, unfortunately, he didn't get the memo when she wanted to start bright and early. "Well, I think daddy needs to sleep a little longer."

"Why?" She pouted while moving her unkempt hair from her eyes. You began walking to the living room to sit her down with you to explain why.

"Because we need to surprise him. It's his birthday!"

Her eyes widen as she lets out a gasp, "Really?! I have to make him something!" She slides off the couch and runs back toward her room but stops before going further. "Wait! Mommy, you can make breakfast for daddy. Don't make him cereal. Make eggs and waffles for him, okay? And bacon!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the little diva toddler. "Yes, ma'am, I got it. Thank you for telling me."

She gives you a cheeky smile before running off, following to get off the couch to start Joe's birthday breakfast. Jade returned with her supplies and paper and asked you to help her put her things on the table. Once she got in the chair, you resumed back to cooking.

Joe eventually woke up when the smell of his favorite waffles hit his nose: Chocolate chip. Also, the sound of his daughter's laughter abrupted his sleeping. Hearing her laugh made his heart warm. He was so happy to wake up at home with his family instead of in a small rental apartment that gave him restless nights. He felt awful for missing half of the year without seeing Jay Jay, but he knew he could make it up to her soon enough.

He got out of bed to use the bathroom and brush his teeth before joining his family. Jay Jay was drawing while you made the next batch of waffles when Joe stopped in the living room to admire you both. Joe sometimes can't believe he has a family of his own, which he wanted for a long time—way before he met you. When he got to know you more, he was happy that you were on the same page as him wanting to start one someday. You were perfect for him and his daughter. Joe couldn't think of anyone better to be his wife and the mother of his children.

Jay Jay's attention turned to the movement she saw from the corner of her eye. Her hazel-green orbs met the same set staring back at her—gasping in surprise at the sight of her father. "Daddy!" she screeched, jumping from the chair and running into his embrace when he got down to her level to embrace her back. "Good morning, baby girl!" He pecks her cheek before picking her up.

"Happy Birthday!" she said with glee, her little arms stretched out, making Joe grin even harder.

"Well, thank you, Jay Jay. I appreciate it!" He gives her cheek some more kisses, which sends her into a fit of giggles. Joe has yet to shave his beard that he had to grow for the project he worked on, only because hearing Jay Jay laugh hysterically gives him a dopamine rush when he gives her kisses. You started to laugh while listening to them as you began whisking the eggs. Jade had a contagious laugh, and it was hard not to laugh with her. It was one of the cutest things about her.

Joe places her back down, and she grabs his hand (well, two of his fingers) to lead him to the table, "I made a gift for your birthday, daddy." She climbs back in her chair while Joe sits beside her, propping his arm on the back of the chair she was in to look at what she crafted for him. She picks up her handmade card buried underneath a pile of gold and red glitter, blowing off the excess before handing it to him carefully. Joe's mouth agape dramatically at the crafty card made from printer paper. "For me? You shouldn't have!”

With a cheeky smile, he opens it and laughs when more glitter spills out. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY,' it says across the paper, written in marker with each word in different colors. Below it was stick figures of you, Joe, and Jay Jay standing outside our house surrounded by trees and hearts. It made Joe's heart swell. "Oh my gosh, thank you, baby girl! It's so beautiful!" He says while pulling her into his lap and kissing her cheek. Her small hands tried to pry his head away as another round of giggles escaped her mouth.

"You're welcome!" she says in between laughs. Joe could do this all day and never get tired of it. Jade returned to drawing, and Joe put the homemade card on the fridge. You had just finished the eggs and got ready to set the plates when Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing gently on your neck. "And good morning to you, gorgeous."

You had wished Joe happy birthday around midnight after doing "late night activities" with him, which led to another round after you teased him about getting old and not being able to do that "thing" you always loved him to do.

Proving you wrong was an understatement.

"Good morning, birthday boy." you smiled, turning your head to kiss his lips before finishing up what you were doing. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like a baby, thanks for asking. I missed that bed so much." He sighed as he placed his cold hands under your shirt, rubbing your warm tummy. "And I missed you laying next to me."

"Aww. Likewise, babe." You cooed, now placing a stack of waffles on Joe's plate. "I was asking if you were still interested in going out today. That's if you're too tired to."

"Well, I did want to go eat pizza for lunch, then come back home and enjoy the rest of my day with you beautiful humans." He tightens his arms around you, burying his face in your neck as you roll your eyes. "By that, you mean let your four-year-old boss you around all day."

"You know it." he chuckled, "You guys are my birthday gift."

"Oh, you are such a sap," you teased, turning around to peck his lips. "This is the only thing I'll ask you to do today: Will you help Jay Jay clean the table, please?"

"Yeah, right. Let's see how long it will take for you to ask me to do something else. I bet five minutes." He teased back before turning around to help little Jade with the table. You giggled when you saw a trail of glitter coming from the table to the fridge where he put the card. "You're probably right because you left a trail of fairy dust behind." you pointed out on the floor, and Joe looked down, a laugh escaping between his lips. "I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did, daddy!" Jay Jay giggles as she runs back to her room to put her stuff away. Joe fake gasped at her. "Not Jay Jay ratting me out."

"She's an angel, unlike you." you poked out your tongue, making Joe scoff. "Who said I was?"

Another giggle came out as you returned to finishing Joe's plate. You wanted to surprise Joe by putting whipped cream and sprinkles on his waffles. You set the table once it was clean, pouring everyone's favorite morning drink with the delicious dish you were about to demolish.

Joe marveled at the sweet breakfast treat before him, his smile resembling Jay Jay's on Christmas. "Oh, I'm just getting spoiled left and right today." He said. Jade walked back in and gasped. "Oh my gosh, Mommy, these look amazing!"

"They do, huh?" Joe said, pulling you into his side and looking up at you. "I think she did a pretty good job. Thank you, honey." You grinned and kissed his cheek. "Anything for you, babes."

Joe felt content now that he was home, even though he got home a few days ago. It doesn't steer away from the fact that he missed so much time away from his family. He missed birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries. So he did feel a little guilty that he was celebrating his birthday. But if it meant he could return home to his beautiful girls, he wasn't complaining.

[chessalein]

Bodypillow

The short story from the prompt game @cinnamon-mey tagged me in.

I chose the prompt "You're burning up".

Maybe I try the others as well ♥

Its not the best story I have ever written, but I still like it :)

I warn you: I'm a very tired person right now, so I'm sure there are some things that sound more off than usual.

Find the story under the cut!

Bodypillow

After being done with watering the sunflowers that danced with the soft winds, Nori went inside to cool down. She couldn’t be more thankful for the little garden Jackie had build for her.

But the heat still took a toll on her when she was outside for a longer time, so she used the time when no one beside her was home who could be bothered by colder temperatures. She turned up the AC and made herself comfy on the couch with snacks and a cold drink. Watching one comfort movie after another, she enjoyed her afternoon while she sometimes got visits from Nibbles who would make herself comfortable for a while, before she precedes her adventures in and outside the house. There was enough space to find something new every day. Jackie truly didn’t hold back with the money when he built this castle of his.

A loud bang ripped Nori out of her nap she unintentionally took. Looking around, she saw that it was already dark outside, and Nibbles was jumping down the couch to greet the people that were still arguing while roaming the house.

“Get a fucking snickers, Welles! You’re acting like an ass since the moment you opened your eyes. You have blue balls or something? Do I need to call you a joytoy to give you a good fuck?”

“Dios Mio, Val, can’t you shut your face for a moment?!”

“NO! I cannot! Not before you tell me what the fuck this was!”

It was a rare thing that people in this household were fighting. Maybe some arguments between a mother and one of her children because one parked like a gonk and blocked the driveway, or when someone wouldn’t do their chores. But this sounded more serious.

Between the fighting, Valeries voice changed to baby talk when Nibbles walked in on them. She told her beloved cat how much she missed her and how adorable she was, asking her how her day was while Val carried her around like a baby. And Nibbles loved it. Pampered little kitty.

Jackie must have been in a really bad mood, his voice was way louder and you could feel how the air changed. He learned from Nori to be more open with his emotions, but an angry Jackie was still something you don’t see often. Annoyed, yes. Angry, not so much. She could hear how he threw his Jacket on the kitchen island; she would recognize the sound of it everywhere, and that he was making his way to the couch on which she was laying.

As she looked up, she saw Jackie who stood behind the couch and was massaging the bridge of his nose, seemingly annoyed by the angry woman that yelled at him from the kitchen. He looked tired and exhausted.

“ ‘cause I didn’t like this motherfuckers face ‘lright? El pendejo… He was jus’ fucking with us! This puss-“ He finally noticed the woman who was laying under his nose. “Sorry… we’re you sleepin’?”

 “I think so.” She answered with a raspy, tired voice. “Is everything alright?”

“No its not!” Vals voice got louder and clearer as she got close to the two of them. “We went to get some old-people-vintage shit for Viks birthday. And you know what this full-on-diva-gonk did?! What did you do Jackie? Tell her what the fuck you did!”

A sigh came from the big man who was now leaning with his elbows on the back of the couch, still massaging his nose bridge.

“Punched him.”

“AND?!”

“… threw him into the trash.”

“He punched him because he says he didn’t like his face! How should I get my hands on that shit now, Welles? I can’t show my face to him again! This is a fucking rare shit and I looked MONTHS for it!”

Val wasn’t a person to get angry at friends, but right now, she was, and it was visible that both weren’t really happy about it. Her emotions juggle between “God I want to punch him.” To “I don’t wanna be angry at him” by the second.

“We’ll find somethin’ else for him… ‘ts not as if he only likes this kinda thing.”

“But I wanted THIS for him!” Val yelled while stumping her foot. “God! I really wanna punch you so bad! I can’t even look at you. I’m out!”

It didn’t take long, and the slam of the gym door could be heard.

“Dios mio…” Jackie sighted. “What a mess…”

“Are you alright? You don’t look too well.”

“I’m fuckin’ tired…”

“Wanna take a nap with me?”

He didn’t think too long about her offer and came around the couch. Just that he didn’t lay down on the couch, he laid down on top of her. Resting his head on her chest.

Nori was surprised and afraid to move. Since he brought her back, he held his distance. Sure, they hugged from time to time, he did carry her when her body was too weak to walk up the stairs again when she came down for a change of pace. He felt bad for her, and she knew it.

He didn’t want to wake some hope that there could be something between them. He was sure that she only fell in love with and was so fixated on him because he was the first person who was nice to her, so he wanted to give her the freedom to meet new people and find love. It was awkward and strange at first. She knew that there wouldn’t be the same relationship between them like in the donum, but it still did hurt. All this made it even more special that he was now resting on her.

After a short thinking of what to do, she decided to not make a big deal of it, playing it cool.

“What’s wrong Jackie?” She asked, making his head turn so he faced her. “Its not like you to punch random people, even if you are in a bad mood.”

While her hands caressed his face, he looked at her, fighting to hold his eyes open.

“He wannet to fuck with us… Bet he doesn’t even have this shit. He annoyed me…”

She looked at him with concern. He wouldn’t punch them. He would tell them that he thinks that they are lying would leave them alone. Except they asked for it. Something that wasn’t a rare thing in NC.

“Jackie, you’re burning up. Could it be that you have a fever? Are you not feeling well? Did Amata write you something?”

“I’m fine… Just a headache.” He wasn’t fine and it probably wasn’t just a headache. She could see how pearls of sweat formed on his forehead, his cheeks were red, and his eyes looked glossy. His eyelids seemed to get heavier by the second as well.

“You sure? You know you can tell me. I’m literally made to take care of people when they aren��t feeling well.”

“I’m good. I’m just…” Another heavy sigh came from him “tired.”

She didn’t want to spoil this moment by annoying him with care.

“Alright, then let’s take a nap. I bet everything will be better after one. And afterwards, we get some good food.” She told him with a soft smile, caressing his head. Jackie nodded and turned his head, so he was laying more comfortable on the softness of her chest. It didn’t take long, and he was snoring away.

While laying there, she couldn’t help but think that he was horribly adorable right now. Its been so long since they had such a close moment. So much happened since the last time. Her heart felt like it could burst any moment from the happiness that filled it right now. She hoped that her racing heart wouldn’t reach him and wake him up.

She caressed him with soft, gentle touches while she watched him closely. Taking in the moment to the fullest, in case that it would never happen again.

“Well… if this isn’t a familiar scene.” Valerie said with a broad smile as she came back after letting off steam and as it seems a needed shower. “You okay. Isn’t he crushing you.”

“He is.” Nori said with a warm smile, stroking his temple. “But I love it.”

Val returned that smile of hers. She knew that Nori was still deeply in love with him and that she was hurt by his actions every day, but was keeping up a smile. Right now, Nori looked so calm and at peace with the world. A compassioned, loving smile on her face, not having a care in the world.

“Valerie, I think he’s sick. Maybe that’s why he acted out like this.”

“Probably. I noticed that he didn’t look so good, so I wanted to make it quick. But… well... he made it quicker… You’re pretty happy right now, huh?”

The little woman who almost disappeared under the big guy turned red.

“I am. But I feel bad. He isn’t feeling well and I’m here, close to tears because I can finally have him close to me thanks to that… I feel so selfish…”

“You know… He wouldn’t do something like that if he didn’t want to. Not even thanks to a cold. I think he still likes you in a deeper way and just… can’t get over it. I mean, you two just had a really strange start, making the road a little bumpy. Would be way too boring if it was easy, huh?”

Nori looked from Val to the snoring man, wishing that her friend was right. When she came back, she somehow felt like a widow. Even though Jackie was right there, he felt so far away. Her heart wasn’t ready to let him go at all. She had the feeling that no one ever could touch her heart in such a way. And didn’t need to. There was no need inside her to meet someone knew who could take his place. It was like her heart said “We’re good now. We had love, we lost it. That is okay. We don’t need more.” In a wise, calm way.

“Don’t worry… We’ll get your relationship back to how it was… Okay?” Valerie assured her friend by stroking her blonde hair.

She nodded with a faint smile. Luck wasn’t a big thing in her life till know. Making the life she was living right now even more unbelievable and frightening to her. Like it could taken away any second. So she had the feeling she shouldn’t ask for more than what she had right now. It felt selfish and too much.  

“Maybe… Vincent and I could buy this thing for you. I’m sure we can work this out. The seller doesn’t have to know that we know you.”

Val smiled happily at her friend. Clearly liking the idea.

~

Two days later, Nori and Vincent walked through the door and got greeted by a happy Valerie who was awaiting the goods.

But the moment she looked at the two of them, she knew something was off.

“What?... What’s wrong?”

“Well…” Nori started, looking a short moment at Vince, then down to her fiddling hands. “It.. didn’t went like expected.”

“That.. means?”

“It could be that Vince… punched the guy and threw him into a open manhole…”

“…. WHAT?!”

The merc shrugged.

“He wanted to scam us. He didn’t have that thing.”

“TOLD’CHA!” Jackie yelled from the kitchen, followed by a loud sneeze.

“SHUT IT AND DRINK YOUR TEA!”

Another sneeze followed her command.  

~

After this, Jackie begun to seek Noris touch a bit more often. Step by step.

And she did catch his cold.

As she was laying in bed, remembering the sweet times she was able to breath through her nose, she thought to herself:

“Worth it.”

End!

[sethsbigtits]

happy birthday yuurivoice faust i miss you diva

[broadwaydivastournament]

Happy 61st Birthday to Vanessa Williams

While she may have lost her poll against Carmen Cusack, she's already won her competition long ago. A happy birthday to Miss America herself. To celebrate, I may or may not be in possession of a remarkably high-quality* POTUS video. DM for a link**. Offer expires after midnight.

*seriously, this quality is astounding. I didn't know they made them like this these days. You can see things. What happened to the grainy, washed-out footage with audio like a ham radio?

**in exchange, I'm gonna need to see some campaigning for your favorite divas in the notes.

[ancientseraphim]

Belated K/DA birthdays fanarts:

Kai'sa

Copypaste from IG: After-party Kai'sa and her birthday socks from Akali 🧦📸

Happy birthday Bokkie 🥳🎂 i had fun whipping this at 1AM 🥱 to all Kai'sa stans, this one for you guys 🧦👯‍♀️

Evelynn

Copypaste from IG: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIVA 💜 I WOULD NEVER MISS IT FOR THE WORLD 🔥 This is Evelynn being the life of their private partayyy 🥳🔥💜 unfortunately this time, Seraphine came at the wrong hour 😂💝

POLYKDA IS ALWAYS THE RIGHT ANSWER! 💯

Akali

Copypaste from IG: And..shes on my hotel bed 🤣 (sorry i couldnt resist making this joke)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKALI JHOMEN TETHI 🥳 sorry i couldnt whip a good fanart bc im still outstation for 2 more days w meeting and shits 🥴

So heres a quick fanart of Akali feeling all welcome 👀

*NSFW ALERT*

/New edit: Because i was flagged in my initial post, i had to remove Akalynn nsfw fanart lmao 😮‍💨

[sagadivision]

Riiing~~

“Pardon, sir! We’ve got your parcel.”

The bell rings as the regular courier jovially calls out to the residents in the house, and then; a heavy thud can be heard in front of her doorstep. Whether it’s lucky or not, the ‘Marionette’ of Saga’s Bloody Diva happens to be the one nearest to the entrance at that time. 

She takes a curious peek at the peephole and sees a big package with a confectionary box placed on top resting at her doorstep.

Of course, on the box has the big and cutesy handwriting scratched on them  

“Greeting and Happy Birthday Ayaka-san! —Nara Division”

P.S. And here’s the glimpse of what’re inside each of them

From Yuuya & Saigo: she received the adorable fluffy and cozy paw-shaped cushions!

From Asahi: she received the Wasanbon! Wonder what it is? For short; they’re sweets made from a particular type of sugar and will easily melt in your mouth. They can also be used as the sweetener for bitter drinks such as matcha or coffee.

Bonus: there’s also a smaller box with some peculiar thing containing inside and one post-it sticking on;

“Sorry for missing your friend’s previous birthday and here we’ve got some late present for Mizuki-san. One of my friends recommended that it can add more spice to the streaming.”

It’s Miku Otomatone! 

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(Mod note: because of a certain event irl, the next and next Miraitabi’s greeting events will be postponed for a while)

“So cute!” The doll like girl was fawning over the cushions.

Giggling like a child she quickly scooped one of them up (along with the Miku Otomatone) and made her way to Mizuki’s room.

“Mizuki-chan! The people at Nara division sent something over for you…also look at this cushion isn’t it so cute!”

Mizuki spun around in her chair turning her attention away from her stream and chat for a moment to give her full attention to Ayaka.

“Oh~ it is cute! Wait is that- no way I’ve always wanted an otomatone! This is so freaking cool!”

“Plus I also got some Wasabon! I figured once Gumi gets back we can all sit down and try it together!”

“Great idea~!”

A noise rings out across the room as someone donated to Mizuki’s chat. The TTS rang out a few seconds later.

“Is that the birthday girl you were talking about”

Ah the joys of forgetting you were live-streaming.

Reading the chat was fun that day.

[melsie-sims2]

Yue aged up into an adorable child and I almost missed it!

Zodiac: Taurus | 9/4/5/9/3

Traits: Diva, Absent-Minded

Aspiration: Grow Up!

Lifetime Want: N/A

Sexuality: N/A

An absent-minded diva that’ll grow up to be a pleasure sim. I don’t know about you, but I get the feeling she’ll be a very entertaining sim to play! Happy birthday Yue!