#happy Birthday kai!

[incorrectarsenalfcquotes]

Kai: I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy.

Kai: Unless, of course, we're talking about Chelsea. Fuck Chelsea.

[616witch]

class is now in session!

happy birthday @heroeddiemunson!

[thotsforvillainrights]

~A lovely gift~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The sweet peace of Sunday evening was quickly shattered by the sound of loud clanging in the distance. Chisaki was not pleased in the least bit. He grumbled as he rolled over in bed and realized three things were wrong at the moment. 

First you weren’t by his side, and second he was woken up early and against his will on his own off day. Third was that damn clanging in the kitchen that just would not cease! Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and gathered himself to trudge down the hallway and seek it (and whoever was the cause of it) out. 

You turned around and your eyes met with golden one’s dripping with murderous intent. They quickly diffused into mild annoyance when he realized it was you in the kitchen. “Angel, I thought you were one of the Precepts. What are you doing in here causing this racket? It’s giving me a migraine.” He complains as he lazily shuffles over to the coffee machine and starts brewing his favorite cup. He watched you closely as you continued gathering your messy materials into the sudsy sink. “I’m baking, silly.” You replied with a wink before turning your back and washing the dishes. He took a seat at the kitchen table and watched you for a long time. He wasn’t even aware of the small smile creeping its way onto his face until you chuckled lightly and got his attention. “Lost in thought?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, taking a sip of the coffee. 

He’d taken some time to begin reading an article on his phone while you tidied up and you treats baked in the oven. It wasn’t a particularly rewarding job but you knew he didn’t prefer to do most (or really any) of the chores so it was up to you and Pops to get the cleaning done. After a while the smell wafting from the oven began to take over the entire kitchen. It also caught his attention fairly quickly as well. He caught sight of you just in time to watch you pull a cake from the oven. He was quiet but attentive as he watched you finish tidying up before cooling the baked good and preparing to decorate it. The entire time his mouth was watering and he was praying you didn’t hear the sound of his stomach rumbling as well. He wanted to ask you for a slice...just a nibble. Suppose you knew it was coming since you smiled widely at him after you finished decorating it. To his surprise, you slid the cake over to him and watched his expression morph into slight confusion. “Y/N, what-”

“It’s for you.” You interrupt him. You rummage around in your pocket for the finishing touches to your masterpiece. You place a candle atop the cake and light it. “Happy Birthday, Kai.”

What a lovely gift indeed.

[nabzdyagl]

[sali0512]

Happy birthday to the most important animated series for me! Project! Congratulations on this event community, fandom, how fashionable!

In general, initially I wanted to draw the whole team, balloons and cakes on a white background, but I realized that this option does not really reflect my vision of this amazing world of Lego people! I am not against this in any way!!! On the contrary, it would make more sense, but I wanted to convey thanks to the roots! I am very happy that I was able to touch the history of those with whom the pilot episode begins, and yes, of course, everything begins with PMK, but I want to touch with this art precisely those who are easier to reach, those whom we rarely talk about, and who are unlikely to be added to holiday art as they were remembered by each other ... thank you Garm for the snake sucking your blood 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[calirph]

𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎 as 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

December 18, 1966. Happy Birthday, Daniel LaRusso! The Karate Kid Trilogy (1984-1989), Cobra Kai (2018-2025), The Karate Kid: Legends (2025).

[pixanefan]

HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY NINJAGO!!!! 🥳🥳

Congrats on the 13 years!

January 14

[guardians-of-exo]

Moodboards by Pinterest

It's taken me way too long to get this done (hoped it would be by your birthday this year...) but I just want to say thank you for being the most amazing mutual and friend all these years @starchild--27 💜

[byunbaekhyunie]

a film by WONG KAR WAI starring KIM JONG IN... for @possession1981

[kimkaitual]

Kai — From MAMA (2012) to EXIST (2023) Countdown to Jongin's Birthday: D-0

01.14.2024 🧸 HAPPY JONGIN DAY!! 🤍

[incorrectarsenalfcquotes]

Kai: I get awkward when someone compliments me. I never know what to say.

Declan: Kai, you're really cute.

Kai, nervously : H-happy birthday.

[stephstars08]

🎂Happy Birthday Ralph Macchio!🎂

Happiest Birthday to one of the most talented actors in the world!

Pretty much every character Ralph has played I immediately fall in love with them and they become one of my comfort characters!

Make sure you all go wish Ralph a special Happy Birthday!!!

(How he’s turning 63 I have no idea because he for sure does not look like a guy in his 60’s!!)

[thotsforvillainrights]

Time for my yearly reblog!

I've been seeing a few people make today his birthday, so I'm rolling with it too. I ran to snapchat and made this lmao

[rosie-tyler]

Happy birthday, William Zabka! ― October 20th, 1965 (insp.)

[hwanwooyoung]

the never-ending fairy saga [18/?]

↪ huening kai + 'lo$er=lo♡︎er' / 'moa diary'

[sirhamburrger]

let them talk (akaashi x f!reader oneshot) "all i've ever known is how to hold my own and now i want to hold you." ~ hadestown (2006)

divider creds to @saradika-graphics

1.2k || tags/content warnings: royal au, princess!reader, royal advisor!akaashi, reader is bokuto's sister, forbidden romance (royal and a "commoner" fall in love blah blah blah), childhood friends to lovers, bokuroo (romantic) included and accompanying parental/societal homophobia, not beta read, please please tell me if there are any spelling or grammar errors

keiji is as calm and composed as ever as he shuts the door behind him. it feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders as you lock eyes with him, your body instantly relaxing. it doesn’t seem to take away the unease sitting in the pit of your stomach, though.

“you requested my presence, my lady?” he asks.

you beckon him over, patting the space next to you on your bed. the mattress dips under his weight, and you feel his eyes skating over your bare shoulders briefly before flicking back up to meet yours.

“would you help me lace up the back of my dress?” you ask.

he nods silently, his fingers deftly pulling, tying, tightening. it’s done in a matter of seconds, and he examines his work one last time before shaking his head and undoing it all. you chuckle at the perfectionist in him—it’s always been a big part of who he is.

“not to complain, my lady, not at all,” he says dryly, “but i’m sure your maids would be much more competent at this than i could ever be.”

“yes, well…” you hesitate for a moment. “i don’t particularly want to see anyone except you right now.”

“oh? and why’s that?” he asks.

you wring your hands. “i’m nervous, keiji,” you admit. “i know, it’s weird. the crown princess of a prosperous kingdom, worried about appearing at her own birthday celebration? but, really…”

despite the grandeur of the festivities, there’s no hiding that they serve only one purpose: to find you a suitable partner before your coronation. your older sisters were married off to the lords and princes of neighboring kingdoms. your brother kotaro has plans to abdicate because the people would rather die than accept his male suitor. it can’t be helped—you’re the youngest of four royal children, yet first in line to the throne. the fact of the matter sits heavy in the atmosphere between the two of you.

you feel keiji still behind you, his hands entangled in the lace of your dress.

“there are many good noblemen and royals waiting for you downstairs,” he murmurs lowly. “prince tooru oikawa, lord ushijima—”

“i don’t want to talk about them right now,” you say tightly.

“what do you want to talk about, then?” he’s tense, uncharacteristically so, as the warmth of his breath washes over your skin.

“will you walk downstairs with me, love? hold my hand?” you ask softly.

the room is silent. you predict he’ll say no, remind you he is in no position to be seen with you. to everyone else, he is merely an advisor—your advisor. he is not worthy.

“please,” you persist. “or is it too much to show you are enamored by me?”

he turns away. you faintly register that your dress is laced up perfectly, and your heart aches.

“what good would it do the kingdom? if they see the crown princess with her advisor… what would happen, then?” he’s standing now, pacing quickly around the room. “the people want a royal suitor of noble blood. an heir of noble blood. you must give them what they want.”

and so your prediction has come true. disdain for bone-old convention bubbles in your gut.

“i am not just the next ruler, keiji. i am the last resort. i am the failsafe, the backup, the contingency plan.” you turn to him, sure you must look positively wild-eyed now. “i will do however i please, and the people will have to accept it. this is my decree as crown princess.”

the words are freeing as they come out of your mouth.

keiji hasn’t changed since you two were nine. deep gunmetal blue eyes. the crease between his eyebrows that makes him look older than he is. and his inability to refuse you. without a twinge of regret, you take full advantage of it.

“you would not have me married off to a man i despise, would you?” you ask.

“they will not have it,” he tries desperately, one final time. “they will talk.”

“so let them talk.”

keiji freezes, his hand clenching the edge of your bedpost as his composure falters. for a moment, you glimpse the man beneath the stoic mask—the one who has always been by your side, loyal to a fault.

“they’ll do more than talk,” he says hoarsely. “there will be whispers of scandal, unrest. a kingdom is not so easily swayed by declarations of the heart.”

your gaze softens. “and yet, a kingdom is not so easily broken by them either. the people will adjust, keiji. they always do.”

he shakes his head, his lips pressed into a grim line. “it’s not that simple, darling. you deserve stability. you deserve someone who can give you everything—a title, alliances, heirs of unquestionable lineage. what can i give you?”

“yourself,” you say simply, slowly. “that is enough for me. that has always been enough.”

for the first time in years, keiji looks truly vulnerable. his eyes search yours, as if seeking proof of your sincerity. you reach out, placing a hand on his arm, grounding him.

“keiji, you are so much more to me than an advisor,” you choke out, your voice trembling slightly. “if the crown demands that i marry, then i will—on my terms. not for alliances or politics, but for love.”

the word hangs in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. you see the crack in his resolve widen, his shoulders sagging under the weight of emotions he’s tried so hard to bury. he steps closer, his hands trembling as they hover near yours.

“and if the people don’t accept it?” he whispers.

“then i will remind them who their queen is,” you reply fiercely. “i will rule with or without their approval, but i will not rule without my heart.”

keiji exhales sharply, a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. he closes his eyes, as if steeling himself for the plunge, before taking your hands in his.

“then i will stand by you,” he says at last, his voice low but steady. “as i always have. as i always will.”

relief floods through you, and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your forehead to his. for a moment, the world outside fades away—the expectations, the judgment, the weight of your shared duty.

“walk with me,” you murmur again, your lips brushing against his temple. “please.”

keiji nods, his grip on your hands tightening as if drawing strength from you. together, you step toward the door, your heart thundering in your chest.

when you descend the grand staircase, hand in hand, the room falls into a stunned silence. every noble, lord, and prince turns to watch as you make your entrance—not with a royal suitor, but with the man you chose. your father’s jaw drops. kotaro and his betrothed, tetsuro, smile warmly at the sight. they’ve always known, somehow, that this is how it was meant to end.

keiji glances at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of apprehension and awe. you squeeze his hand reassuringly, lifting your chin as you meet the curious, scandalized stares of the court.

and you find that you don’t care what they might think, not a single bit.

a/n: just could not wait to post this aughhhhhh!!! he's going to have two birthday oneshots ig 🤷‍♀️ blame my impatient self

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