#happy birthday ryan bergara

[toomanywatchers]

[maxxxines]

[shaniacsboogara]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TUMBLR'S ULTIMATE FUNNYMAN

[littlekingbergara]

febiary is a beautiful name for a baby girl.

[fake-daily-watcher-tweets]

idk how you are keeping up with the quality but holy shit. ive been scrolling for past hour and a half and cant stop laughing. a job well done.

This is it.. the only compliment that has ever mattered to me🥹 THANK YOU

[horrorhumorandcoffee]

not to brag but ryan and shane just confirmed i’m a boogara. if you even care.

[the-proofreader]

Ghost Files Live in Boston on my birthday LET'S GO

[watchersleuth]

Happy Birthday Ryan Bergara!!

[avid-corvid]

Happy birthday to the greatest ghost hunter to ever exist, Ryan Bergara! (Also my YouTube celebrity crush lmao). Seriously, you can tell that this man has such a strong passion for his work. Even after eight years of ghost hunting you can see the way he talks about ghost files like it’s his own child! He has truly inspired me to follow my own passions and I am proud to say that he is one of my favorite content creators. Happy birthday beef boy!!

[bergoozter]

wishing ryan bergara and ryan bergara’s orange hat a very happy birthday 🫶🫶❤️

[biographydivider]

Birthday Cakes in Different Dimensions

Happy birthday @acewithapaintbrush! You are an absolute gem of a person and I’m so happy we met. This will have to do until I can give you your actual gift (wink) 💕 💕 💕

Leo is baking a cake. It slopes heavily on one side; weighted down by thick buttercream icing from a tub, so sugary-sweet it sends zips of electricty up his spine with every heaped spoonful he shovels into his mouth. The layers are uneven, because he used his ōdachi to cut it. In mid-air. He attempts to pipe the delicate, decorative swirls Mikey spent an hour teaching him how to do, but they come out uneven; one is perfect, the rest look like half-melted snowmen. He places half a strawberry on each one and hopes it isn’t too noticable.

He spears the sponge with two sparklers and sets them alight, presenting the cake with a flourish so theatrical, it almost sets the dish cloth slung over his shoulder on fire. It’s chaotic. It’s flashy. It’s ridiculous. It’s the first special occasion since the Krang, so of course he’s going to go all out. Raph - the birthday boy, sitting on the floor surrounded by shreds of wrapping paper and his doting, fussing, bickering family, trying not to well up and failing miserably - wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Thanks, bro. For everything.”

...

The bridge is quiet; except for the yowl of a cat somewhere in the brush below. Shane isn’t heavy footed - weird for someone with his gangly height - but he can hear every creak of the wooden boards under his shoes.

“Uh, hey,” he says into the darkness, tupperware box in hand. “Goatman? You here, buddy? It’s me. Shane. Your landlord, I guess; since I own this bridge, an’ all.” He squats down on the bridge - bringing his height to about that of the average Ryan Bergara - and places the tupperware on the ground. “So I dunno how time works for you, but it’s six years this year since we last talked. More than half a decade. A lot has changed since then, y’know? And I think a lotta what’s come our way is, in part, because of our funny little japes together on this bridge. We’re pretty popular on the old Youtubes. Do you know what that is? Probably not. So I thought I’d...oh, what the hell.”

He takes the cupcake out of the tupperware, places it on the boards, and lights the tiny candle. Ryan would kill him if he found out about this. That, or bust a gut laughing.

“I broughtcha a little something, is all. You got anything to say about that?”

The bridge is quiet.

“Didn’t think so.”

...

You’ve never seen a birthday party ‘til you’ve seen a Madrigal birthday party.

Flowers and music and food and dancing, shouting and laughing and singing. Colours and fireworks and kisses smushed into cheeks, gifts upon gifts, aguardiente and happy, drunken tears. Hours and hours of non-stop celebration for the Children of the Miracle. But as the clock strikes midnight on a birthday they never thought they’d share, the only people awake are the triplets themselves. Let the community enjoy the party to come. This is just for them. The cake in front of them is small, but no-one minds. Right now, there are no children, no pets, no husbands or mothers or townsfolk demanding their share. They sit together around the dinnertable, the only light in the room coming from a flickering candle - a lovely, ordinary, cheap candle from the store that smells of clean smoke instead of life-altering magic - leaning on each other, heads touching, hands intertwined, whispering to each other like a prayer.

Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday.

[softboyscully]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN BERGARA

[forgetobias]

“Whether you’re a believer or not, I know one thing to be true. You believed in us.”

November 26th, 2021: Happy birthday Ryan Bergara!

[freakingpeepseverywhere]

What..was THAT?!

[fake-daily-watcher-tweets]

In honor of Shane’s day of birth and also the funniest 2 minutes of Are You Scared.. I present whatever this is 😌

disclaimer: as always I want to mention that these are not real. they are made by me to be a joke. in no way do these actively reflect on the real ryan bergara, shane madej, or steven lim or anyone else that they come in contact with. this is a joke page and these are NOT real. they are supposed to be funny!

[bloodhoundbergara]

these are my new favorite photos of ryan steven bergara

via Mari's ig birthday greeting post :))