#happy birthday kingie

[borgialucrezia]

— Happy 40th Birthday DAVID OAKES ↴

"One thing that I think is nice to do is to work out a character that you can make the audience warm to. So, I think all of them, whether it's Juan in The Borgias or even William Hamleigh in The Pillars Of The Earth, the people you're supposed to hate because they do heinous things, but you might get an idea of why they do what they do. I think it's nice to find the human in the heinous." (✦)

[trentskis]

happy birthday to my fave polite cat who has already beefed w his international teammate in the name of liverpool and scored the most insane debut goal that i've seen in a long time ❤️ love u christmas eve kingy ❤️

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Oh, wait, it's your birthday this week?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! As tradition, have a rune and a tarot card to see what the year holds...

I'm surprised how well these two go together. You're going to have a very generous, positively-influenced year!

I'm sure we're all familiar with Iron Man, well, King of Coins is a great card for him to represent. Coins is the suit of economy and cash, and so of course Ol Kingie is at the top of the gold pile. But he uses his fortune to help others and advance the good of his subjects. He's creative, fatherly, but he can also have a flirty, sexually-charged side. This card is telling you to remember to give back as much as you take, and you'll find this year that what you get in return will be great, especially seeing as it's joined by...

Gebo, the rune of gifts. Yes, really, we have a reading that features a giver and a gift. It made the energy of this reading feel very, very strong. This is a year for you to really show how much you care and strengthen the bonds with those you love the most. Relish in what you have. Gebo is also the rune of divine gifting, so perhaps you should expect a pretty sweet blessing of sorts this year that seemingly comes out of nowhere.

Hope you have a great birthday week!

~Lena

BESTIE!!

I love that you have Marvel-themed tarot cards and thank you so much for giving me a reading 🥹 It looks like such a good year ahead and honestly I'm so excited to see what's in store for me in my 30s and what corner of the world my lil chaotic butt's gonna find itself in now that I'm working again 😳👀

Sending over some ✨thirst✨ content in return. I hope you & Mr L & Baby L are all doing well 💖

[blkwag]

happy birthday kingie!

[itsays]

happy 24th birthday to billkin kingie (why are you a baby)

[arilessiagranara]

happy late birthday kingy 🥳

Thanks baefy

[kimyohvn]

Happy Birthday Baekho! (1995.07.21) ♡

[astrabond]

the dance || thomas shelby x reader oneshot

platonic john shelby x reader and some tommy shelby romantic tension with you

warnings: alcohol, swearing, minor angst if you squint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: let me know if you’d prefer reader oneshots to be in third person rather than first!

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You entered the ballroom with John by your side, a smirk on his face as he handed you champagne as a busboy passed them. "Thank you." You leant over and kissed his cheek, giggling when it left a red mark.

"Ay, down sweet." He teased, prodding your side. "Let’s dance." He held his hand out and you took it with a grin, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor.

Their dancing was full of laughs and stupid twirls for almost the entire night. You’d also had a few dances with Arthur, though they were more sweet and gentle, his hands on your waist as you swayed softly in time with the music.

"You seen Tommy?" Arthur asked as they danced, looking around.

"Not yet, maybe the king of Small Heath decided not to show." You giggled, resting your forehead on his shoulder. His hands squeezed your hips comfortingly when he noticed some men staring at you, knowing it helped you calm down.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Arthur snorted, swaying and spinning the pair of you around so you could subtly spot the Shelby in the crowd. He was hard to miss, people moved to the side as he walked through the ballroom.

"Lookin' like a right git, as usual." You snickered, spinning you both around again as you danced across the floor. You wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him close when you saw the way men were staring at your body.

"Oi, my turn." John grabbed his brothers shoulders and pulled him away, Arthur rolling his eyes.

"I better have you again later." He winked, kissing your hand before walking off to smoke, presumably.

"You seen the king?" John chuckled, holding your waist and spinning you at a fast pace, you struggling to keep up with his movements as you laughed. You stumbled a few times and he rolled his eyes. "You 'ave two left feet." He teased. "Stand on mine." You sighed and rolled your eyes back at him, placing your feet on top of his so he could guide the both of you. "There we go." One hand held your lower back securely whilst the other was interlocked with your own in front of you. The touch made your face heat up rapidly.

"'e's eyeing you up." John smirked, watching the way his brother was smoking and staring at you two.

"Probably never seen me in a dress before." You giggled. It wasn't often you wore dresses, usually ditching them for a similar attire to the men, button down shirts, braces and suit trousers.

"Hmm, I must say, it does flatter your figure." He spoke playfully, making you blush again, shoving your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment.

"Shut it, Johnny." You teasingly kissed his neck, knowing it would leave a lipstick stain.

As the song ended John let go quickly, sending you stumbling off his feet. "Git!" You snarled, smacking his chest as you tried to steady yourself.

"Watch out, Kingie is on 'is way." He smirked and nodded to his approaching brother, chuckling when your eyes widened.

"John!" You hissed as he walked off with a cheeky grin and a wink.

"Sophie." A hand was on your waist suddenly and you were forced to spin around.

"T-Tommy." You cursed at the way your voice skipped nervously, looking up at his smirking face.

"Care to dance, darling?" He said smoothly, making you face heat up. Normally it was just Y/N, no nickname, certainly no darling. Normally Thomas didn't care much for you, he treated you the same way he treated any of his Peaky men.

"Th-Thats new." You mumbled with a small smile, taking his outstretched hand. He used the hand on your hip to pull you into his chest, your cheeks hot as you looked up at him.

"Hmm, felt it would be fitting, you look gorgeous." Thomas' gruff voice never failed to make you melt, especially with what he was saying and how close your bodies were. "Never seen you look like this before." You wrapped your arms around his neck as his other hand made its way to your hip as well, lightly squeezing the skin there in a comforting gesture.

"I-It's John's doing." You said quietly, looking over to the snickering boy watching the two of you sway to the music.

"Remind me to thank 'im later." He chuckled deeply, one hand sliding to the dip of your back, pulling you ever closer so your chests were pressed together.

Thomas kept the dance slow, not only because he'd been watching the way you tripped and stumbled with John, but it meant he could keep you close to him. He wanted to make sure that everyone in the room knew that you were with them, with him.

"We thought you weren't gon' show." You mumbled, peering up at him, your doe eyes meeting his.

"And miss your birthday?" He raised an eyebrow. "Of course not, sweet." The nickname that was so natural out of his brothers mouths made you blush, it was different coming from him.

"John did a wonderful job plannin'" You smiled, Thomas nodding in agreement.

"I'm glad you're 'avin a nice time." The two of you twirled gracefully, though you didn't notice the glares and threatening stares he was sending to any men who's eyes trailed downwards.

"So does John treat you well?" Thomas' asked casually, swaying you to the music as it slowed. You nearly choked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Wh-What?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. "He-He's a good friend?" Your comment came out as more of a question, Thomas smirking.

"Friend? I always thought you two'd end up together." Your cheeks flushed at his statement, you and John had actually had a secret relationship at one point but they broke it off as the boy had been nervous about putting you at risk. Granted, that seemed stupid now you were working with them.

You sent a glance to John who just winked and blew a kiss to you, Thomas chuckling above you. "You sure there's nothin'?" Deep down he hoped your answer would be no. He'd had his eye on you for a long time, though no one ever noticed. Your desk was definitely not intentionally placed in front of his office window and he often found himself in a gaze looking at you.

"No." You mumbled, looking down awkwardly.

"Hmm, and does that mean you're free tomorrow?" The question caught you off guard, was Thomas asking you out? You shook your head quickly and his hand went to hold your jaw softly, tilting it up with his thumb on your chin. "I'll pick you up at 9:30. Bring a coat." You nodded, your brain swirling with so many thoughts that you felt somewhat lightheaded. "Happy birthday, Y/N." He dipped down and kissed the corner of you mouth, barely giving you enough time to react before he smirked and walked away swiftly.

John practically ran towards you, grabbing your shoulders. "The fuck was that, ay?" He chuckled with a smirk, your eyes wide.

"I 'ave no fuckin' clue." She giggled in disbelief, Johns hands sliding to her hips to spin her around. You couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks with his touch, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself you didn't have feelings for him anymore, his gentle touches always made your face heat up.

"That dress is doing wonders for you." He winked, eyeing you up and down again. Deep down he still felt the same tug at his heart when he saw you with another guy, but he knew how his brother felt, and god forbid he tried to get in his way.

"Thanks Johnny." You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek again, sending sparks through the both of you, John laughing and spinning you around again before pulling you into a dance.

The best friends spent the rest of the night dancing together, though Arthur stole a couple more. John made a, as you called it, legendary toast in your honour before lifting you onto his shoulder, Arthur holding you up as well. Thomas surprisingly made a speech too, though it was short and sweet and made your cheeks go heat up, John sending you a wink.

You couldn’t have imagined a better birthday.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Is Jareth one of your f/o? 🥺 If you want to share ❤️

Hello, darling!💜

Thank you so much for this ask; I do love sharing things like this with people!!!💙🌸 Please know that you or anyone else can always share F/O things with me as well, if you would like to!💗

I’m not sure how to answer this question because my feelings for Jareth are very complex and beyond words. So I’ve just word vomited below the cut and if anyone has an opinion on what my feelings are, then I would genuinely love to hear about it. (Also if anyone has any thoughts on Jareth’s perspective of this then I’d love to hear those too - I’m happy to write something for you or anyone else if you do as a thank you!👀)

If you've seen any of my posts over the last week or so then you've me gushing over Jareth and all of those things are true but they also pale in comparison to the way my heart squeezes in my chest to the extent where it hurts (in the best of ways) every time I see him.

When I say that he's in my earliest memories, I mean it. I have memories of black cats, bright yellow and teal walls (it was a nicer colour scheme than it probably sounds) and popcorn which my mum made herself, and she and I cuddling up together with my other siblings on the sofa to watch Labyrinth every day after school. I would come home and immediately begin to ask mum "can I go see kingy now? Can we? Please?" with enthusiasm to match my age and she'd roll her eyes but she always put it on for us every night. I would throw tantrums as a child if she wouldn't let us watch Labyrinth - to be sure, there were nights she said no because I threw a tantrum, but mum has always known how much Jareth comforts me, and so in the morning we would watch it after breakfast, and once I'd apologised. I had to earn Jareth back in those instances. I know now that mum was just teaching me deferred gratification and the importance of apologising when it's necessary, and she'd reward me with what I wanted once I'd done that.

One year for my birthday mum bought me a crystal ball and she told me to "hold it tight and make a wish" whenever I got sad and more often that not, I would try to wish myself away - not because I didn't like being at home - I loved that house, and I cherish my mum, though we don't always see eye to eye - but because I wanted to see Jareth. I would cuddle it in bed and wish that Jareth would materialise, sit at the end of my bed and croon As The World Falls Down to me as I fell asleep. It's been my lullaby for my entire life and as a twenty-three year old, I still very much prefer to sleep with that song playing on a loop.

My point is, Jareth has literally been with me for my entire life. He has seen the good, the bad, the downright ugly... for as long as I can remember, he's been this untouchable figure in the back of my mind and when my F/Os can't help or if there's a certain place within my heart which is cut and bleeding, Jareth will be the one I turn to, and he will be the one to catch my fall, even if I don't know I'm falling. Sometimes, like this week, I’ll just watch Labyrinth over and over and over and the more I see it, the more I miss Jareth and I do become quite... clingy. I can never have enough of him. I have wished myself away to him hundreds of times over the years and though he's obviously never answered me, I still yearn to be able to tell him all of these things. I'm sure he would find me annoying, especially when I get clingy like this week, but a part of me likes to think he'd be flattered, too.

I don't know if Jareth is an F/O, nonnie. I have known him for so, so long and when I was a teenager, I wanted to have Jareth be an F/O of mine (I've been a self-shipper for my entire life, even before I knew what that meant; it comes naturally to me), but I felt a little strange about it because he's been with me for my whole life. I cover my face because my smile is so wide that it hurts my face when I see Jareth. I get upset if I have one of his soothing and hypnotic songs stuck in my head but I'm not able to listen to it at that time. I have watched Labyrinth seventeen times this week and it's Friday (I watched it six times this Wednesday because I just couldn't get enough of Jareth - every time the end credits rolled, I started the film again). I lay down at night and don't want to put my phone down because it means I have to wait until morning to see Jareth and that makes me want to cry. I fall asleep listening to his songs because he makes me feel safe and secure; like I'm that same girl he's always known. I lay down and I think of him holding me and my head nuzzles against my pillow like he's actually there even though I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm all alone and he's not here.

Sometimes, I don't know what I'm feeling or how to help myself. If I open up to my mum about it, she just smiles knowingly and says, "go home, Erika, go see Jareth". I'll do as she says and more often than not, the second I see him, I realise that he was what I was needing most of all. My mum's always been big on making sure that her children know how to take care of themselves and how to make sure that they have their needs, whatever they may be, met, and she's never let me forget how important Jareth is to me. I always make sure to thank her for reminding me every time she does. My mum's magical.🥺

I love Jareth (romantic? Platonic? I know not). So, so much. He's my light in the dark, my safety and my security and someone I have always looked up to and admired. There's lots of lessons in his world and I like to think that over the years, he's taught me many of them. He is a deep comfort to me and I... when I see him, I can't look away. It's like I'm entranced by him (hah!) and by his magic. He's.... just so handsome and sassy, sardonic and, oh, so good at playing the role he's assigned. But he's lonely, too, and that breaks my fragile, mortal heart.

Jareth has always been beside me and I know that he always will be. It's only forever, not long at all, and though I'm unsure of how to describe my feelings for him, I hope that this post is enough. Maybe you, dear reader, have a better idea than I do. Jareth isn't an F/O of mine (should he be?) but he's definitely a very important part of me and of my identity. I wouldn't be who I am without him. He fills me with a bittersweet melancholy and a sense of inner peace which I've never found anywhere else. Can I just sink into everything that he is and all of his music and never resurface, please? 🥰💛

[neblan-cristal]

yesterday was my birthday

happy birthday my dear friend, you are very special to me, you deserve everything good ahead, when I needed you, you were always there to support and cheer me up, and I for you, an important thing that I learned from you and over time, real friends will always be there when u need it most and no one is around, u are one of the people who always helped me a lot and always made me happy so i wish your life years are long and happy full of glory and love, I made this art in honor of our friendship I hope you like it, I did it with all my love and it is a gift to you, I write this text with all my sincerity and love for you, I never had one friend as good as u, u are the best! and I hope it continues like this, you always opened many smiles not only mine but many other people, happy birthday friend (I'm almost crying with happiness for you friend, I love you so much)

@kingy-blog @kingy-blog @kingy-blog @kingy-blog !

[professionalbeard]

happy birthday kingie

[albertserra]

omg happy birthday Chris taurus kingy 😌🌹 hope ur treating urself to a nice meal and a good movie starring a senior citizen in this day

Thank u queen 💖💖 I got my movies lined up and I’m eating takoyaki with bubble tea 😌😌😌

[xpouii]

Darkstache Week: Day 3

Day three of Darkstache Week 2019 by @projectdarkstache

Today’s prompt was “Dark’s Birthday”.

              Dark stepped out of the cabin, relishing in the death curling under his feet. He ran his hands through his unkempt hair, and when he glanced up, he came face to face with someone else. “Oh there you are, Damien! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

               Dark was quiet for a moment, puzzled, but his mind slowly caught up. He knew this man, “Oh… hi, Wil.”

               Wilford smiled, following him. “You haven’t seen Celine around anywhere, have you? If I can avoid her I’d rather-”

               “She’s sleeping,“ Dark growled.

               “Oh good!” Wilford said, throwing his arm around Dark’s shoulders. “Anyway! We’re gonna make a tv show!”

               Dark stared at the man, then blinked when they were suddenly back in the mansion, and the sounds of other people echoed through the hallway, “Ok…”

               “Oh, right, the others. Come on don’t be shy now. I’ll introduce you!”

               Dark hesitated, “Wil I’m not in any state to be meeting-”

               “What do you mean? You look great!”

               He was right. Dark was in a suit, cane in his hands. He blinked again, and now his mind felt as odd-fitting as his body, “Wil…”

               “Alright alright,” Wilford said. “First, you can go up to your room and freshen up. I’ll let everybody know you’re finally here.”

               “Everybody.”

               “That’s right! Go on upstairs before the Jims get nosy!”

                 Dark stared into the mirror and the auras swam around him; they were harmonious, but at odds as well, a push and pull equal and opposite. He splashed water on his face and before he could catch himself, started to slick his hair back. He dropped his hands and shook his hair out again. He had to remember who he wasn’t, even if he was yet to finalize who he was. The voices had quieted down outside of the bedroom, and Dark paced the bedroom with the cane in his hands, unknowingly twisting it in his grip, self-soothing with a familiar object. The chaos in his mind had quieted, and somewhere in his conflicted heart, he missed Wil…ford. It was this pang for familiarity that drove him out into the rest of the house.

               The wood of the banister felt familiar under his cool palm as he descended the stairs, and his auras flared up when a man ran by, his face smeared with peanut butter. Dark grit his teeth and pushed himself forward; he went into the kitchen where he found Wil—and two other men. Wilford looked up and smiled, “There he is!”

               The other two turned his way; one man wore a blue shirt and glasses; he twitched and glitched, his expression almost predatory. The second was dressed nicely with a warm smile. “Bim Trimmer, nice to meet you!” he said, thrusting his hand at Dark.

               Dark looked at the man’s hand, and took it slowly, “Dark.”

               “And this is Google,” Wilford said. “No need to shake his hand. He isn’t one for formalities. Do you want something to drink?”

               “No,” Dark said. “How many are there?”

               “How many? That’s a good question.”

               “Where did they come from?”

               Wilford smiled, “Here and there… it’s not where they came from, it’s who brought them here.”

               “Mark,” Dark growled.

               Bim retreated visibly, but played it off and walked to the cabinet for a glass, “Wilford says he’s planning a television show, and that you’ll be a producer. It’ll be lovely working with you.”

               Dark paused, “TV show… right.”

               “I remain skeptical as to whether or not it will adhere to my primary objective,” Google said, his blue eyes adjusting like camera lenses when he glanced at Dark.

               “Right right,” Wilford dismissed. “There’s time for that at the pitch meeting. Just leave it all up to me! Ole Warfstache will blow you away!”

               “This way Jim! It’s the new man!”

               Two identical men burst in, one holding a microphone and the other a large news camera. They moved in on Dark, the reporter of the two of them was staring wide-eyed. “Easy, Jim,” Wilford said. “You remember what happened with The Host, don’t you?”

               “Keep a safe distance, Jim!” the man hissed. His cameraman stepped back.

               Dark turned away from them, looking at Wil, “Wilford, can we talk about the lunatic in the hallway with the peanut butter please?”

               “That’s the King of the Squirrels,” Bim said. “Don’t mind him. He’s harmless.”

               Dark gave Wilford a look and the man smiled, “Right, um, Mr. Trimmer would you see to it that Kingy stays out of trouble, please? And Jims, off you go, scat! Google, go… clean something.”

               The others scattered under Wilford’s instruction, and Dark leaned against the counter, pressing his forehead to the cool stone, “Wil.”

               “That was overwhelming, I know,” Wil said. “It gets better. You don’t have to meet anyone else today.”

               “Mark really brought them all here?”

               Wilford nodded, rubbing small circles into Dark’s back, “As far as I can tell, every one of them had a life before they showed up here, and now there’s no leaving… not really. Like us… there are other worlds but… this one’s home.”

               Dark winced, “Home.”

               “Dark you said? I like it. It suits you. Alright, you’re Dark now. Happy birthday, Dark.”

               Dark looked up at him, “Birthday?”

               “Well more or less. Time is… slippery around here, isn’t it? But, this is your first day here, as yourself. So… yes, happy birthday! You want me to sing?”

               “Not particularly,” Dark said. “But does it matter?”

               “Not really,” Wilford said. “But! I did make you a cake.”

               “You made me a cake… what, since I came down here?”

               “You’re not the only one with fancy tricks up your sleeve. Now… Damien liked strawberry I think, but I’m betting you’re a lemon man.”

               Dark regarded Wilford for a moment of silence, and then he nodded. The cake appeared on the countertop near him, one candle brightly burning. He almost smiled when Wilford started singing.

                 Dark’s birthday wasn’t a typical celebration, but Wilford made the most of it, and when Dark couldn’t stand another moment of socialization, Wilford walked him up to his room. There were words between them that needed to be said, but not tonight. They had all the time in the world for talking. For now, Dark needed to find Mark, and Wilford had a television spot to record—and they both had a house full of madmen to babysit. Dark assumed most of that responsibility would go to him, and he resolved to get better at intimidation, and his first note was to scribble down Wilford’s birthday—something he mustn’t forget.

[utopiawife]

this is sexc . happy birthday black kingi

[majesticmiscellany]

Happy Birthday, Kingy

[heywillmosley]

Tumblr, King MADE me take a picture of his new rescue bot he got for his birthday. Happy 5th birthday my kingy!