#happy birthday Billy!!!

[hgrve]

s3 billy + text posts -> Happy Birthday Billy Hargrove!

[chrisbitchtree]

Eggs

A tiny little something in honour of Billy's birthday!

800 words - G

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“Funny how Easter’s on my birthday this year,” Billy said, bypassing a greeting completely as he grabbed a post-run glass of water from the fridge. “Fucking weird how it moves around every year. I can never keep track of it, and now it’s so early, it’s throwing me off. I know we’re going back to Hawkins to Hop and Joyce’s house for Easter lunch on Sunday, but maybe we can do something afterwards, or the next weekend, if we’re not too busy?”

Steve nodded and turned away, trying to hide the grin taking over his face. Sure, they were busy trying to get the record store they were opening off the ground, but it was crazy to Steve that even after a decade together, Billy didn’t know well enough that Steve had already been planning something for his birthday for months.

In fact, given that it was his 29th, his champagne birthday, Steve was planning something extra special, a huge party with all of Billy’s favourite people, Hop and Joyce, all the kids, Robin, and some of their other friends from the city, all of them congregating at Joyce’s for a big turkey dinner in honour of Billy.

“How were you at Easter egg hunts when you were a kid?” Steve asked Billy, trying to steer the topic of conversation away from birthdays.

Billy shrugged. “Can’t really say. Neil told my mom to stop setting them up for me when I was about five. Said I was too old for that shit. Too bad, I love those little eggs. Just never felt the same to eat them after without earning them on a hunt.”

A tiny piece of Steve’s heart broke at the words. He knew it was part of Billy’s healing process to be really matter of fact about Neil’s cruelty, that it wouldn’t help at all for Steve to make a big deal out of it in the moment, to try to comfort him or tell him everything was all right now. So, he did as was requested and just told Billy that that sucked, kissed him on the top of his sweaty head and they moved on with their day.

Or so Billy thought. As soon as Billy was in the shower, safely out of earshot as he blasted metal so loud Steve was sure the neighbours would complain again, he placed a call.

“Hi Steve,” Joyce said, when he informed her of who was calling. “It’s very nice to hear from you, but you don’t typically call the store. Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Steve replied. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just hoping that you can do me a favour. Does Melvad’s have any chocolate eggs left?”

“Sure,” she answered, sounding confused. “We have about thirty or so bags left.”

“Great!” Steve smiled. “Can you buy them all? I’ll pay you back as soon as we get there on Sunday.” He went on to explain his plan, a giant easter egg hunt, stretching all over Joyce and Hop’s new farmhouse property. Forget the party, Billy was going to lose his mind over this.

Joyce promised that she’d buy the eggs and enlist the kids to hide them all over the yard. Steve thanked her, then settled in to wait until Sunday.

***

Easter Sunday came, and as Steve had guessed, Billy hadn’t been at all expecting a party, and thanked Steve and Joyce a million times over for getting everyone together for him. They had a great time, feasting on ham and turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, hot cross buns and three kinds of pie, along with a huge birthday cake for Billy, and they all toasted him with champagne as they sang happy birthday.

Then finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. Steve could no longer hide his grin as Billy tore into his gift from Steve, two tickets to see Metallica, cradled inside an easter basket. “Uhhhhh, thanks, babe? I think?”

Steve laughed, explaining Billy’s task to him and the crowd gathered around them. “It just seemed fitting that since your birthday is on Easter this year, that we do something extra special. Besides, you’re never too old for an Easter egg hunt, right?”

Billy smiled at him, giving him such a fond look that Steve had to take a moment just to look at him, capturing that moment in his memory forever.

They all spent the afternoon helping Billy on his hunt, laughing and smiling, posing for Jonathan’s camera, as they filled his Easter basket almost three times over.

They ended the day curled up together in bed, surrounded by little balls of tinfoil Easter egg wrapper, groaning as their belly aches started to set in. Even as he reached for the Gravol, Steve knew that this would quickly become a cherished memory.

[terrorofthetrident]

“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWAN MITCHELL!

⇢March 8, 1997

[biillys]

did you see that? yeah, i saw that! that was at least seven feet! i don't know what it was, but it almost gave me a heart attack.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLY!

[slutforsnow]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE 🫶🏼

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead! 

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back! 

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then! 

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age! 

[ihni]

Happy birthday Billy!!

(I couldn't fit more people there, but just imagine they're standing out of frame. A whole HOUSE full with people who are ready to celebrate Billy's birthday, and shower him with gifts and food and love.)

[tomblythismyhusband]

happy birthday [ tom blyth x fem!reader ]

[summary]: tomblyth x fem!reader | You make a dinner for Tom’s birthday and enjoy time together :)

[warnings]: none

[wc]: 1k

[note]: little blurb i wrote bc HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN. (who is most definitely not my man)

“Damnit.” You muttered under your breath as a glob of chocolate frosting fell onto the previously clean kitchen counter. You swiped it up with your finger before sticking it in your mouth letting taste make you hum.

You glanced at the cake you had frosted. Well- could you even call it a cake at this point? It was a mound of chocolate frosting, cake and sprinkles that was sagging with every second you took staring at it.

You let out a sigh. You wanted tonight to be perfect. It was your boyfriend, Tom’s, birthday today and the stress of getting everything just right was finally settling in.

You had been running around all day, getting his gift ready, making a spaghetti dinner, and getting the mood of the apartment set. The cake - which of course you had put off till last minute- was the last step, and looking at the blob of chocolaty goodness you realized maybe you weren’t the best baker.

You hadn’t used your time to your advantage and thought ‘Hey what could happen?’ while slathering frosting on a still- warm cake. Apparently a lot could happen, and now with sugary counters and messy hands you realized maybe you didn’t do this whole ‘cake thing’ the right way.

You glanced at the clock. Tom had mentioned he’d be home at 6. You blink at the glowing 5:45 then turn back to your pitiful excuse of a cake.

“Maybe I can fix it.” You murmur, taking a knife to smooth out the globs of frosting. The cake does not cooperate in the way you wanted as the frosting begins to tear the cake underneath. You hold your breath as you try to salvage the most of it.

Almost as if on cue, the front door slams shut the sound of keys being thrown into a little tray meets your ears

“Love I’m home!” Tom calls. You hear his footsteps start to make their way down the hall towards the kitchen and you quickly wipe your cake covered hands on your apron to rush and meet him.

“Tom hey..” You said breathlessly, stopping him so he couldn’t enter the kitchen. Tom’s lips pulled into an amused smile, seeing how you were basically blocking him from seeing the mess you’d made.

“Love, have you been baking?” He asks, taking a hand to touch your face. “There’s flour on your nose.” He taps your nose playfully with a smirk.

Heat floods your face as you let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yea- I- attempted to.”

Even after dating him for months, Tom still had the power to make you flustered. A single brush of his hand and you forget everything you’ve ever known.

Tom’s eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked at you. “Attempted?” He chucked, a lopsided grin melting onto his face.

You let out a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’ve been working all day on this dinner for you and I just can’t get the cake right. I’ve definitely learned I’m not a baker. I’m sorry Tom.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Dinner-?” He was not expecting this surprise.

Then, realizing you were a bit upset he instantly grabbed your hands, while his brows furrowed with concern. “Woah woah- hey. Why are you apologizing?”

You looked up at him and frowned. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Tom shook his head and let out a small chuckle. “Love you know anything you’d have done would’ve been perfect. I didn’t even expect you to surprise me with dinner. And so what if the cakes not perfect? At least you are.” He added.

You felt a smile slowly creep into your face as he leaned in closer. “I’m so happy you’ve done this for me. You didn’t even have to.”

You leaned in to give him a quick kiss, your cheeks flushing with color at his words. “I wanted to. And, Thank you Tom.” You whispered.

Tom gives you another lopsided grin and squeezes your hand. “Well let’s eat shall we?”

The table was set with delicate silverware and flickering candles that made everything surrounding them almost magical. You had bought fresh roses and placed them on the table. You weren’t scared of making things special extra tonight.

You both sat across from each other, sipping wine, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Conversation was light and fun, jokes, stories, a little bit of flirtation. Everything was indeed perfect.

“God y/n-“ Tom said in awe once you had both finished your meals. “You’ve outdone yourself. Thank you.”

“Anything for the birthday boy.” You giggled, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.

Tom smiled at you. “Though- If you sat me down with a case of beers and takeout I would still be extremely thrilled.”

You blushed at his words then giggled. “Noted for next year.”

You then stood up and smiled down at him, excitement in your eyes. “Now. One more thing before we eat cake.”

“Oh?” Tom questioned, his eyebrows raised with surprise as well as intrigue.

“Stay here for a moment.” You directed before hurriedly walking to your room to fetch his gift.

After a moment, you returned to the dining table with a pink card in your hands. You handed it to him thoughtfully. “Happy birthday Tom.” You beam, sitting down to watch him open it.

His eyes linger on you for a moment before tearing into the envelope. He pulled out a folded slip of paper and opened it, a puzzled look on his face.

Then his jaw dropped. His face lit up with happiness as he looked up at you, still in shock. “Y/n… you didn’t.” He said in awe, shaking his head.

You bit your lip and nodded excitedly. You had bought him tickets to go to the Super Bowl. Tom had always wanted to experience seeing the game played right before his own eyes, and now he would be able to.

Immediately, Tom stood up and rushed over to you, pulling you up from your chair and into a tight hug.

“I’m guessing this is a thank you?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Tom looked down at you, still grinning widely. “I don’t know how else to say thank you. I love you so much darling.” He said breathlessly, kissing your forehead.

“I hope this was a good birthday.” You said sweetly, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“The best. You're amazing.” He said kissing you again, but this time finding your lips against his.

“How about we finish this night by eating my horribly misshapen cake and watching movies?” You laugh against his lips.

Tom lets out a tiny chuckle. “Sounds perfect.”

“Happy Birthday Tom.” You say again, kissing him one more time.

[robinfollies]

happy ace day to THEM SPECIFICALLY!!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[hgrve]

s2 billy + text posts -> Happy Birthday Billy Hargrove!

[nameless-ken]

❣️ happy birthday, billy hargrove 💋

[billystoilet]

fellas i’m not missing saw’s 20th birthday 🥳 (i did. it was technically yesterday)

[forever-obsessed-with-twilight]

Today's my birthday so i made this gif!

[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!!)

[whywhatswrongwithblue]

MINI-FEST ALERT!

As you may know already, Rose Tyler was born on the 27th of April, 1987. (Er. 1986? I'm not sure, and neither is Doctor Who itself.)

Can we, as chronic fans of a character who hasn't been on screen for almost fifteen years, let this day pass by without celebrating it??? Our girl turns 37 this year! (or 36, or 38, or maybe even 40+ because time runs differently in pete's world. sigh) ANYWAY what better way of celebrating this day than by giving her all our love via fan creations?

From the moment you see this terribly put-together post until the 28th of April, we will be holding a mini Rose Tyler Birthday Fest!

Same old rules...any medium goes! Fanart can be nsfw! For fic, there is absolutely no minimum word count, (seriously I'd love to see your headcanons, even), and there's no restriction on rating there, either. We will be accepting pre-canon and all three canon pairings from the show; nine, ten and tentoorose! The only* "rule", as such, is that you stick with the theme: Rose's birthday. And even that, you can interpret loosely! Tell us about multiple birthdays, or just one, or about the birthdays she spent without the Doctor and the ones she'll never have to spend without him again.

Tag us @whywhatswrongwithblue and we'll reblog your work!

Happy creating! :))

*Not really sure if this even needs saying anymore, as you can probably tell from this blog, but we're massive fans of tentoo and of rose's canonical ending and would super appreciate all entries being pro-tentoo (i.e, not killing/retconning him!) ❤️

[intothedysphoria]

To be fair to Steve, he wasn’t deliberately staring at the guy across from him while getting coffee. He just kind of naturally did that.

After the long journey of learning to unmask post surprise-you’ve-got-autism revelation, Steve had discovered most people thought he was pretty weird. It wasn’t just the collection of Muppet merchandise or the inability to stop talking about the socio-politics of Band Aid.

It was the staring. Steve stared a lot, just to filter out all of the stimulation trickling into his brain. It just so happened that sometimes his designated staring spot had people in it.

This time, the person in Steve’s staring spot was hot. Like holy shit hot.

It wasn’t just the hair. Or the eyes. Or the body. Or even the 80s moustache. It was the way he carried himself. Confident, completely at ease with himself and a natural flirtatious energy radiating off him.

The energy changed slightly when the guy caught his eye and simply stared back.

Full eye contact. No maliciousness. No leering, even. Just clear blue eyes looking back into his.

He was wearing a rainbow lanyard and the attached card read “please be patient with me! I am autistic” and there were several pride pins on his denim jacket. He also had an opossum backpack which Steve thought was particularly incredible.

Steve didn’t talk to him. His brain had gone far too offline at that point to even form a sentence. Robin did though.

The guy seemed delighted. His face became animated and warm as he seemed to talk to Robin at a speed previously thought impossible.

And he bought Steve a coffee. A vanilla latte with tiny hearts dancing around a larger, more dominant one.

“His name is Billy” Robin said before she left him to go on her quest of flirting with the barista.

Billy was a nice name. It was perfect, really.

Maybe Steve would start going to that particular coffee shop more often.

For Billy who had blue eyes and a backpack that looked like an opossum and was kind.

Happy birthday @thissortofsorcery! Sorry this is a day late. Tysm for being such a lovely friend ❤️❤️❤️