#birthday series

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Jack

It was a busy day for Jack Howl. So much so that he was experiencing unusual fatigue. He hated the idea of trying to sleep with his loud roommates (who he didn’t mind on a normal night). Jack hated to impose himself on Ramshackle, but when he told you his reasoning, the last thing you did was mind.

“I’m sorry for forcing myself into your dorm like this,” he apologized for the fifth time since he arrived at Ramshackle.

“Jack, don’t be silly,” you responded. “We’re friends. If one needs space to breathe, the other should give them that space. Besides, I got more rooms in this dorm than I need.”

Jack felt bad that you were organizing the worn out dorm by yourself. You explained that guests didn’t do the chores. He rebutted that he was the one that happened to barge in (though he only politely asked, not barged.) You couldn't even get a word out an edgewise when Jack decided that he would assist in helping you setting up the place. Although, you were thankful that Jack was able to reach the highest places. However, after all the chores were done, the wolf was even more exhausted than he was when he arrived. As thankful as you were, you made Jack promise that he was not going to do any more chores for you for the rest of the night. Though stubborn, Jack ended up swearing that he wouldn't.

As academically driven as the two of you were, you two decided that you were going to work on some homework that wasn’t due for the next few days. Whilst reading the latest chapter in your General Magic textbooks, a coat of chill brushed over you. It was nothing unusual during the nights at Ramshackle, but that didn’t make it easier to endure. Jack clearly saw it, and he couldn’t bear to see you so uncomfortable. He dug through his overnight bag, and pulled out his comfy, snowflake-designed, knit sweater. Jack tossed it over to you, insisting that you’d protect yourself from the cold.

You glided your fingers across the material, and alarms rang in your brain. “Jack, I can’t wear this. It feels expensive.”

“It’s not,” he replied. “It was a holiday gift.”

“That gives me more reason not to--”

“Prefect, I know you’re careful. It’s not like I’m letting you wear it for the hell of it or anything.” Jack’s cheeks pinkened after he said that.

There was no use arguing about it. You dressed your top in the sweater, and you felt the warmth seeping into your body already. You thanked Jack for being so generous. That only made him blush more. He shoved his face into the textbook before you could comment further.

After studying was over, it was getting pretty late. Jack almost forgot that he should take a shower before jumping into the guest room that you prepared together. You had to prepare to go to sleep yourself. You brushed your hair, got into your comfortable sleepwear, and before you jumped into the sheets, you remembered that you had to return Jack’s sweater. It was more than probable that he’d appreciate having it back. You folded it nicely and placed it at the foot of his bed as the greatest thanks you could offer.

Soon as you got cozy in your blankets, you kinda regret taking the sweater off. Despite having the windows shut, the cold still made its presence known. You try your damnedest to ignore it, but the shivers was all the sign the chill needed to win over your will. That uncomfortable feeling…you had to rest blubbering over it.

You trembled on the mattress. However, it stopped when a certain someone found you with the bedroom door open and joined you under the covers. Immediately, the warmth settled in, but so did the guilt, too.

“You should’ve kept the sweater on,” Jack said.

“It wasn’t mine though,” you answered meekly.

“But I wouldn’t have minded. I don’t mind even now.”

That familiar grin Jack was so used to seeing returned to your face. You closed your eyes and snuggled your head underneath the wolf’s chin.

The blush zoomed back onto his face. “Look. I’m doing this to help you. Not like I get any benefits out of it.”

You giggled. “Liar.”

“Oye, watch it. I’m being nice here.”

“I know. Thanks.”

The blush began to fade away at the surprise Jack felt to hear your voice become more tender than it was before. He leaned his face into your face, helping you relax even further. Perhaps, you weren’t the only one who needed something to keep you unwinded in the night.

[somorrow]

Presence - Itachi

Not my best work, but it was initially supposed to be shorter. I got a little carried away... Anyway! Happy birthday to our lovely Itachi 🖤 6.9.24 ao3 ver: x

“Where the hell is everyone…?"

Shisui couldn’t help the smirk that crept up his face. You were definitely new to the family. The Uchiha were infamous for being late — significantly late — even himself. The exceptions were always Madara's events, however... but regardless. The only reason he was on time, in fact, was because it was his younger cousin’s birthday, and for once, someone put something together for him. "They'll come."

Which was why he liked you, really. Dating 8 months wasn’t a long time, but you always made sure Itachi was taken care of. Itachi hadn’t celebrated his birthday in easily over a decade, and he was none the wiser that the family would be getting together.

You’d contacted all the family members he was close to and asked that they show up to his birthday dinner.

Shisui was relieved that he would be celebrated for once. Itachi was 7 the last time he celebrated his birthday, and since Sasuke was so young at the time, he monopolized the day. (Not that Shisui could blame a literal toddler.) Sasuke had unwrapped all his presents, blew out his candles, and played with all of his new toys first. Shisui still remembered the soft smile on Itachi’s face as he watched while he did.

Itachi was a giver. Always had been. But it’s clear you were too, which, in Shisui’s opinion, only made you more compatible.

Mikoto and Fugaku had arrived second, as Shisui had been first — well, technically you were first, but you didn’t count, since you arranged things. He’d been five minutes early, and Itachi’s parents had been two minutes late.

It was now twenty minutes past 5:30, the meeting time, and no one else had arrived yet, not even Itachi. He had an excuse, though ��� and technically, so did Sasuke since they were together. Technically, though, they were still late. Thank God for Shisui. If he hadn't been there, you would've had to endure 45 minutes alone with them before someone else showed. It still wasn't Itachi. "Well, this is hardly surprising," Izuna said, pulling out the seat next to Fugaku, who had taken Mikoto to the restroom. "Give it another half hour," Shisui said. He engaged his uncle in conversation, and then within the next fifteen minutes, Obito showed with a gigantic bottle of Itachi's favorite red wine in hand. Shisui suddenly felt a little bare as he'd given his present the week before, but he knew Itachi preferred presence to presents anyway. "If they don't get here before Madara..." Fugaku grumbled to his wife, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. "Relax, dear. They wouldn't keep him waiting." You bit down on your lip. You weren't so sure. You spent the next ten minutes blowing up Sasuke's phone to no avail. The family had started to order appetizers and were slowly digging in (although Obito wasn't taking his time).

When a text from Sasuke appeared that they'd just arrived, you nearly jumped out of your seat. It was nearly impossible to contain yourself, but just as you went to rather loudly announce their arrival, Madara walked in. The table stood as he walked over, and they all exchanged their greetings. When he sat, everyone else followed and returned to eating. "Where is he?" The chime on the door rang out, and everyone craned to look at the door. You grinned, unable to help yourself this time around. You hopped up and hurried over to Itachi, his hair left free, billowing softly from the opening door. As your eyes connected, his white teeth flashed in a grin, and his eyes trailed behind you, where Shisui followed. His eyes went further, focusing in on the long booth in the corner. "You didn't..." You giggled and wrapped your arms around him. "I did." It had been 5 years since he'd seen Madara... and he'd shown up for something like this? He hugged you tighter than ever before. "I thought this was just the four of us..." "You were talking about how your family never gets together anymore, so I wanted to make it happen for you." He smirked and let out a small huff. Weren't you the observant one? "Thank you, (Name)..." Without shame, he pressed three tender kisses to your forehead and held your hand as you walked to the table. The expression on his face as he saw his entire family wasn't one you'd soon forget. You closed the restaurant down, laughing, drinking, and non-stop talking. It was absolutely incredible to see such an esteemed family get rowdy with one another, and Itachi himself had gotten rather expressive from Shisui keeping his sake glass full. You drove him home, took a relaxing bath together, and surprised him with a second, more explicit gift. Truly, though, it could've stopped at the dinner and the gift card you'd bought him despite him telling you no gifts.

You were a giver, after all.

[judgerizzo]

"Nathan Wei Chen (born May 5, 1999) is an American figure skater and author. He is the 2022 Olympic champion, a three-time World champion (2018, 2019, 2021), the 2017 Four Continents champion, a three-time Grand Prix Final champion (2017, 2018, 2019), a ten-time Grand Prix medalist (8 golds, 1 silver, 1 bronze), a 2022 Olympic silver medalist in the team event, a 2018 Olympic bronze medalist in the team event and a six-time U.S. national champion (2017–22)."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHAN CHEN !

[caitchercatlady]

If you guys thought that I wouldn't be excited over this birthday card series concept, THINK AGAIN!

ツイステ Twisted Wonderland SPOILERS - NEW BIRTHDAY SERIES 2024~2025 “My Room & Chill”

Literally, it translates as "Relaxation My Room" but somehow "My Room & Chill" serves the purpose teehee~

Finally after 4 years we see their Dorm pajamas, the only uniform that was left for a boarding school (if we exclude Sports or seasonal uniforms) ; we'll have to wait for more relaxed poses from everyone to see fully the back and chest blason, probably |ω･)ﾉ

Jamil is leading the new trend, as usual (cause he's worth it *shot*) and it seems like we can expect everyone with bedhead or at least untied hair (つ✧ω✧)つ

[mydairpercabeth]

The most in character picture EVER

[demigods-posts]

here to remind y'all it's percy jackson's birthday. happy birthday man. you've survived for long enough. go live your life. we stand with you.

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Ace

Ace would pretty much find any excuse to have a sleepover with you at Ramshackle dorm. He envied how you were a single freshman with a huge, yet rickety, dorm all to yourself. Granted that you had Grim to keep company, you were still a singular human in a big building nonetheless. As the Prefect, you had the greatest benefit in not having to deal with a super strict Housewarden.

Having Ace come to your dorm with a collar around his neck was one thing. Having Ace freely come to your dorm with a full bag ready for some fun was a pleasant other. Other than his essentials, his overnight bag was loaded with a bunch of magic trick equipment, which included the required deck of cards. For the first hour, Ace pleasured his hosts with a bunch of tricks that he'd been working on back at Heartslabyul and between class breaks. Grim could never get over how one simple scarf can become tied to a multitude of them tied together with one scrunch of Ace’s fist.

Then, a few simple rounds of blackjack quickly turned into a game of how Ace was able to cheat his way into winning as the dealer each round. Seriously, with every single game that you had played with this guy, you had become more used to figuring out how Ace was able to do it, despite your inability to produce and conjure magic yourself. Ace had become more slightly annoyed at that, but at the same time he was more so impressed. 

After two and a half hours of fun gaming, Ace went to go take his shower. You knew by then that the heart mark that Ace always wore on his eye wasn't actually a real birthmark, but that didn't mean that you were getting more used to his bare face at night. Once his evening wash was done, he caught you in the middle of setting up his guest bed. Instead of asking to help you with that, he insisted upon himself to finish the job. As you straightened out his sheets, he patted on his own pillows. When Ace was done with that, he looked back at you, noticing that you were staring. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ace asked as if he had been transfigured into a lopsided rabbit.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to,” you replied. “It's just that I'm not used to you without your heart makeup.”

“Oh, you thought it was a birthmark?”

“I'm not too familiar with folks who are from the Rose Queendom.”

Ace scoffed. “The only people born with any birthmarks in the Rose Queendom are the people born to the Royal Family. Any common person born with a shaped birthmark means that something weird has happened.”

“When you say weird, you really mean…”

“Exactly.”

Ace opened his overnight bag, and he pulled out two tops. One was a white t-shirt, and he threw it on over his torso first. The other was a red hoodie with an image of a card soldier army marching on the front, which he donned over the t-shirt. Ace had explained to you that he got cold sleeping at night, so wearing layers always made him comfortable. You knew how Ace would tease you if you made any comments about the clothes that Crowley provided you, which was only the bare basics. You were grateful to get spare blankets as gifts from friends, but in the deep of winter, sadly, it wasn’t enough. You envied Grim for having fur to protect his little self.

“Are you going to be alright there?” Ace questioned.

“As I can be,” you said. “Why are you asking all of the sudden?”

“Part of me thinks that room gives you the heebie-jeebies.”

“I've had months to get over that.”

“Well you know me. If you ever need a big strong man…”

Chuckling, you playfully punch Ace in the arm.

However, he wasn’t all that wrong. With the lights out, Grim was snoring to the side as usually, and you were staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks. You had been twisting and turning, trying to ignore the breeze. Your fretting comes to an end when you get a whisper at your door.

“Hey, Prefect.”

You turned over, and there stood Ace, slightly hunched over. “What are you doing up?” you questioned.

Ace sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I had a feeling you’d be up.”

“That’s so unlike you.”

He admitted that it wasn’t really fun to sleep in separate rooms. At Heartslabyul, he was used to having the company of Deuce and two other roommates. If he ever wanted to say something, he’d have three other sets of ears. In a spare guest room, Ace didn’t have anyone. Ever since gaining a friendship with you, Ace didn’t like being separated in the same building.

With that said, you opened your heart and allowed Ace to take the right side of your bed, which had always been empty. He graciously took your offer and immediately snuggled up against you. When you asked why he was being so hasty, he quickly replied that he was going to guard you from the cold. He thought you would appreciate it. Though you didn’t say it, little did he know…that you did.

[caitchercatlady]

NOT ACE BEING LIKE "I'M SORRY DAD! I GOTTA GO BACK TO SCHOOL! MY FRIEND AND THEIR IDIOT CAT HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

Ace's groovy is exactly the face I imagined him making in book 5 when he received the message that Yuu and Grim were taken prisoner by Jamil :)

[theelvishfiddler]

HTB: Ch01 - Part 1

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CHAPTER 1 COVER - Next >>

It's here! The beginning of the fancomic that I've been making for a few months now. I started planning this thing almost a year ago, and I am so excited to finally be sharing it. I'll make a proper dedicated side-blog for it later. Next couple pages drop in a week :)

Edit: Updated Navigation tools. Also, there is a side-blog now @heretherebeturtles-comic

[judgerizzo]

"Aaron James Judge (born April 26, 1992) is an American professional baseball outfielder for the New York Yankees of Major League Baseball (MLB). Judge was unanimously selected as the American League (AL) Rookie of the Year in 2017, ... In 2022, he set the AL record for most home runs in a season with 62, winning the AL Most Valuable Player Award. ... After the 2022 season, he re-signed with the Yankees on a nine-year, $360 million contract and was subsequently named the team's captain."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON JUDGE !

[graceoartyo]

im an adult now minors dni (JOKE)

[caitchercatlady]

The fact that part of the meme actually came true. I'm losing my mind!

High res. Relaxing in room Rook Hunt base card

[junkturtle]

Thank you for feeding us, @somerandomdudelmao, happy birthday!!!

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

one more in the list of unrealistic things in the lightning thief movie was grover talking about annabeth like "that's annabeth chase 😨 she will smash you like a bug 😶‍🌫️🫨" like NO!!! grover has known annabeth since she was a little 7 year old gremlin on the streets. shes practically his sister. if grover had to describe or introduce annabeth he'd be like "oh that's annabeth 🥰 she's a little intense but she's a sweetheart once you get to know her" like some owner of an aggressive little chihuahua.

[the-magpieprince]

[caitchercatlady]

OMG THIS MONTH IS KILLING ME!

High-res Base card for Trey Clover - Room Relaxation