#happy birthday Sweet

[benoits-neckerchieves]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL CRAIG !!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

i made a thing !! every movie and TV show he’s ever done (apart from 1992’s ‘Anglo Saxon Attitudes’ because infuriatingly i could not get a clip of that. Also excluding animated / voiceover + Star Wars because you can’t see his face)

Source: @benoits-neckerchieves

02 March 1968

Edit: Just wanna say thanks that this is already doing numbers on TikTok omg thank you guys

[arrowfoxbus]

50 galloping bisexuals coming to your area today!

@tinysweetnight

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[caretbread]

be prepared to feel... revenge!

[dorkylilguy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAS!!! EVERYONE LOVES YOU!!!! 💙🎉🎈 (especially dean)

[etesians]

“I’ve just had a thought.”

Kei looks up from his phone, eyes drooping, the hour you’ve spent lounging on the couch rendering him immune to the fact that his neck is bent at a disastrous angle against the armrest. It has you pulling him forward, taking the pillow from under your neck to stuff under his, but it’s a fine trade. Now you can lay against the warmth of his chest and settle into what Kei calls the pre-nap—or, what he used to call it, back when he was still too embarrassed to simply say that he wanted cuddles.

“Woah, careful there," he can't pass up the opportunity to start with. Then, "Good kind or bad kind?”

You hum. “Sickeningly domestic kind.”

“So… good,” he decides after a beat, setting his phone down on the coffee table.

Those long, gentle fingers you love slide into your hair, and it’s a wonder how they’re always able to sate an itch that only manifests itself mere seconds before the touch, just so they can be rubbed away by him and him alone; suspiciously wizard-like. “It’s not like I’m opposed to any of that… Since it’s you.”

Aww.

“Honeycakes—” you coo obnoxiously, disguising his name in the endearment, which gets you exactly what you'd expect—the full moon's circumference of his palm eclipsing your vision, his grip light as he smushes your face around for a while, unable to rid himself of the urge. When he lets go a minute later, you share a mirrored look of contentment, all stupid smiles and rolling eyes, before you settle your ear over his heart and he resumes massaging your scalp.

Whatever video he was watching drones on in the meantime. Something about a supermoon coming up and dropping temperatures… Partly rainy with a high of seventy-three degrees and a low of sixty-eight and—wow, he really got sucked into watching the weather channel... Such old man behavior. But it’s quiet enough to tune out against the steady drum in his ribs, so you both leave it be.

“Your idea, baby.”

“Oh, right. So I was thinking—y’know, when we start buying stuff for the house…”

“Mmhm?”

“For utensils, what if we found the same forks you grew up using, and the same spoons I had, so that our future kid'll have pieces of both of our childhoods already built into theirs? It’d be like our own little mismatched set.” "You're right..." It's quiet for a moment. Then Kei blows out a breath, his mind positively sunnier with the image. “That is sickeningly domestic.”

You open your mouth to defend the idea—because it is a good idea, notes-app worthy, even—when he tacks on, “I’m not saying no. God, you’re just so cute sometimes...” the words followed up by him pulling on your cheek. “Is that why you kept hovering by the drawers when we visited my mom? ‘What if’ my ass—you already found them on google, didn't you?”

Your bubbling laughter gives you away. Because he’s right—they’re in your amazon shopping cart as you speak, just waiting on his two cents.

“What about chopsticks, then? And knives. And spatulas.”

Spatulas? You raise a brow.

Kei only shrugs in response.

“The rest can be new. I don’t want all of it to be us holding onto old things,” you pause. “But my star curtains are non-negotiable.”

“They have holes in them.”

“Those are the cutouts! And you even said they were pretty when the light’s seeping through them.”

“Okay, yes, they are pretty," he relents, setting his glasses down by his phone. Silencing the weather report with a slide of his thumb. “But furnishings aside, we’d still be missing one thing…”

“Tsukishima Kei, I know exactly what you’re thinking…” You find yourself being rolled onto your back, his pupils pushing the golden-brown of his irises to the outer rims as they dilate. “And the answer is no.”

“What?” Kei smirks, almost sing-songy as he trails kisses down your collar. He’s not actually gunning for that part of your life together yet. Key word—yet. You’d both agreed to preserve the first year of your marriage for just the two of you. Figuring out the ins and outs of buying a house together and all the legalities that came with it had been hard enough on its own.

Everything after your one-year anniversary, though, is completely fair game.

“You’re the one who brought up a little Tsukishima…”

[javelinbk]

For people that didn’t meet him… what was he like? Describe him to us.

John? He was beautiful. Very beautiful.

Paul McCartney interviewed by Michael Parkinson, December 1999 (link)

[cosgenon]

happy birthday kaeya, thank you for carrying me for the past 3 years 😭🫶🏼✨

[respect-the-kitty]

Happy birthday to My Sweet Piano!

[sixteenthtry]

THEY WOULDN'T LET HIM GO THROUGH TSA BECAUSE OF HIS BOMB PUSSY 😔💯

HAPPY BIRFDAYYYY TO THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN SJDHDGSJGYDKD AND TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY LET'S GO (at least in my time zone)

[iyunjin]

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. 𝐕𝗈𝗅 222. 🎚___🎚 .,

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you can't stop me lovin' myself ♡ for @kimtaegis

[christakisbang]

[kimtaegis]

friendly herbivore dinosaur 🦕 for @jung-koook

cr. namuspromised

[bitesizedgummie]

ok ignore the rest of my shitty handwriting but isn’t that l perfect tho. look at it

[warmsol]

happy elia lune day, stop and smell the roses in honor of her today 🌹