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[nightcourtcaps]

Night Court - The Apartment (S3:E15)

[kankuroplease]

And I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me - Talk 2 Me

[torsamors]

Patrick and Pete throughout the years

"I remember looking at Pete and Patrick and telling Pete, “You're the luckiest guy in the world because you found this guy." Patrick laughed. Then I turned to Patrick and said the same thing to him. They fit together so perfectly. Pete listens to electronic music and pop. He DJs. Patrick likes old soul and classic R&B. The fact that Patrick found this guy with this vision; Pete had everything for the band laid out in his mind. And the fact that Pete found a guy who can sing like that and take his lyrics and work with them - which is an art unto itself. It's really the combination of those two that really creates the sound and the songs. They're just really lucky they found each other."

- Bob McLynn

[royalarchivist]

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For those who missed it, here’s Phil slam-dunking Quackity’s face into his birthday cake LMFAO, I love their friendship dynamic

[faunandfloraas]

Call that flat bread.

[zeroaddzero]

Bruce Springsteen playing Oakland Coliseum Stadium. Sep 23, 1988. Photo by Ken Friedman.

[hei-n1cky]

"Apa wake up, I'm here :-D"

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest was born April 10, 1970

[nightcourtcaps]

Night Court - The Apartment (S3:E15)

[kankuroplease]

He’s so buggable 🫂

[some-celebrity-stuffs]

Happy Birthday Maggie Q

May 22

[royalarchivist]

For people who are interested in QSMP but don’t have time to watch hundreds of hours worth of VODs, I’ve created the QSMP VOD Timestamp Archive!

The archive includes timestamps for cool quotes, important lore, funny interactions, and more!

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I am just one person, so this archive is by no means comprehensive, but I’m constantly updating things and adding more streams and timestamps to the document. I’ve been working on this project since April and there are several hundred VODs covered in the archive, so I hope people find it useful!

[ Check out the VOD Timestamp Archive here! ]

[cosm1cbrownie]

tony made him that cake :3

[hihi!!! this is the avengers assemble uni! please do not repost my work, reblogging and liking are fine with me!]

/ twitter edition / (also uhhh my old account got sussed pls follow me back if ya havent alrdy!!)

[madaqueue]

Another Year Older

pairing: choso kamo x f!reader

themes/content: language, fluff. smoking, kissing, pet names (babe, baby), choso gets a tattoo of your name. 18+, MDNI

word count: 1.3k

a/n: happy birthday to me here’s some fluffy choso content as a treat :)

The soft sounds of birds chirping outside your window registers in your ears as you slowly awake to the feeling of warm arms wrapped around your body. As you reach up to rub sleep out of your eyes, the man beneath you stirs, adjusting his hold to rub your back.

“G’morning babe,” he yawns through a stretch, his morning voice soft and deep. “Happy birthday,” he says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

A smile forms on your lips as you tilt your head up to face him, his eyes low as the morning sun casts a soft glow over his cheeks. “Good morning, Cho,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips against his. Pulling away, you place gentle kisses along the tattoo that covers the bridge of his nose, making his face scrunch up from your breath tickling his skin.

His arms tighten around you as he pulls your body on top of him, holding you against his chest. “Your presents are out in the living room,” he says softly, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you grin, kissing his temple.

You never much cared for your birthday, the day serving mostly as a reminder that your life was passing you by, another year gone. Even when you were younger you felt this way, surrounded by others at the parties your parents put on for you, the gifts and cake and balloons covering the tables only left you feeling melancholy. It was too complex of an emotion to explain at the time, but as you grew up, you finally named the dread that filled your body each year on this day. That is, until you met Choso.

You met on your eighteenth birthday, one you had tried to opt out of celebrating by telling your family you had plans with friends and friends you had plans with family. Instead, you acknowledged your official entry into adulthood by biking to the gas station near your house and buying a lottery ticket and a pack of cigarettes. With your newfound tokens of maturity in the pockets of your dirt-stained overalls, you walked to the nature reserve behind the gas station. The gravel path was lined with tall, unkempt grasses surrounding the murky ponds, benches spaced intermittently along the trail. When you decided you had sufficiently separated yourself from any other sign of civilization, you pulled the carton of cigs out of your pocket and put one between your lips.

Shit, you think to yourself as you fumble through your pockets. Of course you forgot to buy a lighter. An ironic chuckle is forced from your throat at the realization; leave it to you to manage to fuck up celebrating your own birthday.

Your gaze shifts up from the ground to search for a place to sit down when you’re suddenly met with a man on the bench in front of you. His dark hair was tied up in buns, black fringe barely covering his sunken eyes. A tattoo bridged the top of his nose, his head tilted down and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jean jacket. You freeze in your tracks, the sound of your shoes halting garnering his attention as he looks up at you.

His tired eyes slowly worked their way up your body until they met yours, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. “Need a light?” he asked, his voice smooth and low.

You nodded, almost forgetting what you came here to do as you carried yourself over to him. Sitting next to him, his smell was intoxicating, a mix of smoke and spice that made you feel warm inside despite the cool spring air. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and flicked it, the flame igniting as he brought it to the cigarette still hanging in your mouth.

The end burned bright red as you inhaled, smoke filling your lungs. A cough erupted from your chest at the sensation, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. So much for a good first impression, you thought to yourself as you desperately took in sharp breaths.

The man next to you chuckled, something that would have normally felt so demeaning but from him felt kind. “First time?” he asked, turning his head to face you.

“Mhm,” you choked out, “turned eighteen today, figured why not.”

“Shit,” a lopsided grin forming on his lips, “happy birthday.”

Something about his smile had you blushing, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “Thanks,” you breathed out. Without understanding exactly why, you took the lit cigarette between your fingers and held it out to him, wanting to share this moment with the stranger next to you. He took it and inhaled easily, embers forming along the end as he exhaled a small trail of smoke from his lips.

A breeze suddenly passed through the trees, chilling you to your core as a shiver went up your body. Without a word, the man next to you pulled his hands out of his pockets and wrapped them around yours, sharing his warmth with you. “I’m Choso,” he said, smoke still passing between his lips as his hands held yours.

From that moment, you couldn’t forget about him, and he quickly became a constant in your life. Within months you had practically moved in together, drawn to one another by a silent understanding that even when no one else could accept who you were, the two of you would always be there for one another.

And ever since that day, Choso made a point to celebrate your birthday. Each year he quietly and thoughtfully showed his love for you, making you feel seen and appreciated in a way that only he could.

The gentle feeling of his fingers along your spine brings you back to reality as he kisses the space above your collarbone, breath hot against your skin.

“I know,” he mumbles, “I just love you s’much, I had to get you something.”

“Thank you, Cho,” you murmur, running your hands through his shoulder-length hair.

“I, um…” he trails off, grateful you aren’t able to see his cheeks begin flushing as he buries himself further into your shoulder, “I also got you something else…not in the living room.”

Tilting your head slightly, curiosity piqued, you wait for him to explain further. He pulls his away from your body slightly so you’re face to face as he looks up at you. One of his hands moves from your back to his face where he places his thumb against the middle of his lower lip. Applying a bit of pressure he pulls the plump skin down, revealing dark lettering against the red of his mouth.

As your eyes scan over it, you recognize the shape of the linework. “Choso is that…is that my name?”

Still unable to meet your eyes, he nods. “I just wanted to show you how much I love you, in a way only you will see,” he explains, releasing his hand from his mouth. “I’m yours, I have been from the day we met, and I always will be.”

“Baby,” you sigh, a smile forming on your lips, “I love it. I love you.”

His dedication to you, his love, now physically manifested before you. To him, he is yours in every way, this tattoo serving as proof of how deeply the two of you are intertwined.

You lean forward, lips crashing against his. As he opens his mouth, your tongue moves between his lips, sliding down to feel the slightly raised ink of your name. His hands return to your hips and back, tethering you to each other.

Pulling away for only a moment, he looks up at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

[apricote]

[neptunalyin]

"Remember me, though I have to say goodbye." (81/81)

🎉🥚 1 Year Anniversary 🥚🎉

AHH THEY RESPONDED 🥹🥹🥹, Te quiero mucho ❤️❤️❤️