#Happy birthday odette

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared & Odette ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[laf-outloud]

genpadalecki Our St. Paddy’s gal is 7 today. Pinch me that flew by fast. Love you my fierce girl. ❤️🦄 👩‍🎤🍀

Awe! She's getting so big! Happy 7th birthday, Odette!

[peachykoii]

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASENATH!

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[manderleyfire]

The Prince of Darkness took me in his arms. And I almost gave myself the works. But I haven't let it go to my head. <...> Hey, what happened back there? Someone declared war.

Inside Daisy Clover (1965), directed by Robert Mulligan

[shellibisshe]

CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER - OUTWORLD OCS

enid belongs to @bloodofvalyria, inara belongs to @loriane-elmuerto, nazira and su belong to @jendoe, odette belongs to @perpetuagf, vyllaki belongs to @ghostfvcker, and xinbei belongs to @bloodskinandteeth

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tag list! check out this post if you would like to be added! @malefiquinn @risingsh0t @kyber-infinitygems @gwynbleidd @captastra @swanfey @statichvm @xtinafrye @calenhads @poetikat @nonfunctioning-queer @dickytwister @inafieldofdaisies

[ariseur]

okay so i scheduled this to post on my birthday so hoping this works but like… i just wanna thank you guys and express how grateful i am to my followers!!1!1!1 we hit 500 not too long ago and i’m like.. i never really expected to get popular on this account? i didn’t think people would actually read my work??? hello???? it’s so surreal. but!! i wanna give a shout-out and a bigggg thank you to my most interactive followers ( that i know of ) — ( @kasumitenbaz @snoopicle @shibarinu0000 @koilikesthefishy ) and some more i might’ve forgotten!! ( and that one emotional support anon that comes on here sometimes, i don’t know who you are but ilyt !! ) you guys are so amazing and i’m so blessed to have you guys as my following. i won’t be posting on my birthday or the day after since i wanna have some time to myself for a bit, but i will get back to your requests asap!! thank you guys for supporting the 500 event as well, i love you all sm (づ￣ ³￣)づ !!

[hybridanafrost]

Pardon the reblogs, I missed my beloved OC's birthday and am making up for it by reblogging old posts since I couldn't finish writing my oneshot in time. 🙇‍♀️

[welovejarepad]

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[ask-lute]

Today's Odette's birthday

I'm aware. Happy birthday @lemon-collector-odette

[e-elnstar]

Odette-Odile

Happy Birthday  🌙

[icehearts]

happy birthday pigeon ( @ahollowgrave ) !!

Between Odette, Prudence, and all your sweet and thoughtful tags, you are always a delightful beam of moonlight on tumblr 🤍💜I hope you're having a wonderful birthday week! Stay hydrated!

[laf-outloud]

reyesashleyreyes and sawyerspileggi

It's a birthday party for Mitch and so many Walker family members are there! (Also... I'm now hungry for cake!)

[blueshistorysims]

June 1936, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Amalia had been looking forward to her sixth birthday ever since Miranda started school. It had been so boring in the nursery without her brother or best friend there to play with. Uncle Albert and Aunt Odette came all the way from Paris with her cousins Marie-Louise and Victor, and she was more than happy to play with her cousins while all the adults chit-chatted about stuff she didn’t know or care about.

The worst part was that Amalia’s Granny didn’t come. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t attended or even called. Had she or Simon-Elliot done something? Papa wasn’t explaining anything either, and all he had done since the new king was crowned was complain about him or mention something about a civil war in Spain. Amalia didn’t know why her parents did not like the king or whatever was going on in Spain, but now her father was always in London for parliament. She thought it was all very stupid, only wanting everything to go back to when Rebecca still lived there and Miranda’s father was alive. 

[seramilla]

How do Emily, Clara, and Odette celebrate Father’s Day? Especially since they both have moms…

Do Clara and Odette give Sera a Father’s Day gift and does Emily do the same for Carmilla?

(Pertaining to the proper aus of course)

Emily didn't realize Father's Day was a thing until she and Sera fell. After Odette and Clara mention their father, and how some people celebrate Father's Day, she takes interest in it. She's fascinated at the concept of celebrating one's parents on specific days. Odette and Clara usually give Carmilla something on Mother's Day every year, and Emily wants to do that for Sera, so she doesn't feel left out. They end up just treating Father's Day as an extension of Mother's Day -- just another excuse to give Carmilla and Sera gifts. The girls get birthday and Sinsmas presents on two separate days, so it's kind of like Carmilla and Sera's chance to be celebrated together, too.

(Also Happy Father's Day to anyone who celebrates! Go tell your dad or other parental figure that you love them!!!)

[sirenspells]

Happy birthday to @misty-wisp/@gilfodile!!! I did a little animation of her OC Odette who I love I think she is very cool 💜

Happy birthday Misty and thank you so much for being my friend all this time, you're seriously one of the best friends I've ever had and I'm so happy whenever we get to hang out, you're seriously so awesome <33

[hourcat]

It’s 3am and Charles is awake on his birthday.

Two years ago, if you’d told him this, he may have believed you—still in the throes of his late twenties, pushing for an all-nighter because the music is so good, and the drinks are covered by the bartender because he knows who Charles is. For all the demureness of his youth, Charles has always had the wildness, too—the rougher edges, ones not meant for the eyes of Maranello.

But two years is a long time. Now, Charles is awake in the wee hours of the morning because he’d sat straight up in bed when he’d heard the baby monitor go off.

Pierre, curled up beside him, groans and rolls over. “I got her last time,” he mumbles. What a difference two years makes. Back then, Charles wouldn’t have been able to figure out why a baby was crying if you paid him to. Right now, sitting with the comforter bunched up at his knees, Charles knows that Odette is crying because she had a bad dream. It’s all in the pitch, he’s learned: their little girl gets nasally when she’s feeling sick.

“It’s my birthday,” Charles mumbles back, but Pierre has already fallen back to sleep. So here he is: 3am, far too early to be awake on any day let alone his thirtieth birthday, rolling out of bed to the muted sound of Pierre snoring as he pads across their apartment to the ever-loudening cries from O’s room.

For a moment, when Charles slips in and turns on the little duck light sitting by the door, the crying stops. He watches as Odette registers him—red face calm, tear-shiny cheeks unmoving as she stares at him. Charles wonders if maybe he is going to be the baby whisperer this year and snatch the title from Pierre’s stupidly-smug face…only for the fantasy to disintegrate as Odette begins wailing again, her stuffed bunny somehow out of her crib and sitting on the floor. Maybe that’s it.

“Sweetpea,” Charles coos, sinking down to scoop the stuffed animal up. He leans over the side of the crib and hoists Odette into his free arm and offers her the toy. “What has you so worked up, hm?” Odette hasn’t quite figured out words yet, so her only way of responding is an even louder wail, which Charles can’t stop from wincing at even as he gently shakes the stuffed rabbit in front of her face. “Come on, mon petit cygne, Daddy is right here.” He leans in and plants a wet, loud kiss to her face that, for the moment, at least lowers the wailing back down to a consistent sniffle. “Daddy is here and nothing is going to happen to you.” Another kiss, less exaggerated this time, and it’s like a switch has been flipped. Odette has tempered back down into silence. “There we are, Odette. My beautiful girl. We are okay, see? You and me, we’re okay.” Charles nuzzles at the swell of her cheek and chuckles when she squeaks, a loud noise that certainly would’ve blown out his eardrum if she were any closer to his ear.

They stand there for a long moment, Charles bouncing their daughter lazily in his arms as her breathing settles back down. She’s giggling from it, one hand clutching her stuffed rabbit while the other pounds his shoulder gently, and even with the bone-deep exhaustion he feels from their too-short summer break, Charles is happy. He’s happy.

“Let’s take a walk, bebe, yes?” Admittedly, he is feeling the exhaustion more than he’d like. Odette seems to like the idea of a walk, though, which means he can at least bring her with him to the bedroom, if for no other reason than to tire her out from the movement. When he crosses the threshold of their room, though, he sees Pierre: awake, partially, and propped up against their pillows with this look on his face.

“There’s my princess,” he purrs, lifting his arms in greeting, and Charles is too tired to fight the blush that comes with his double-entendre—that Odette is his princess, but also the reminder that Charles holds that title, too. He shakes his head, plants another wet kiss to their daughter’s cheek just to listen to her squeal. “Did you wake daddy up for his birthday, mon ange?”

“She had to be the very first to tell me,” Charles answers for her solemnly. Pierre’s face breaks into a grin—free of any teasing or flirtation, just raw, unfiltered amusement. Charles swears he hasn’t seen him like this since they were kids.

“Baba,” Odette mumbles against Charles’ cheek where she’s half smashed. It…it sounds like…

“Charles,” Pierre says, voice tight with restraint, “did she just…?”

It sounds like Papa. “I don’t know, Pierre,” he whispers back, bouncing Odette in his arms a little as he walks them closer to bed. “I—it could’ve—maybe?”

“Baba!” Odette squeals, and—it’s 3 in the morning, and Charles is so tired and it sounds like their daughter is trying to say Papa on his birthday.

“Baba,” Charles repeats back to her, pointing at himself, and Pierre chokes on a noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob. He knows he’s probably about to burst into tears at any moment himself. “My smart girl, what a big word!” He kisses her face again, squishing her cheek in the process, and Odette’s laughter is right in his ear again and he is so, so impossibly happy.

“Baba,” Pierre echoes back softly. He beckons for them to join him in bed, and Charles goes easily, bouncing dramatically so that Odette laughs again, then handing her off as he crawls under the blanket. Pierre gets her nestled in the blankets between them. Charles’ vision has gone all watery. “Happy birthday, baba.”

There are worse ways to spend a birthday.