#its my birthdaaaayyy
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thebunnythebear · 2 years ago
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rocky day of birth B)
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that-foul-legacy-lover · 7 months ago
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its my birthday🤭 as the birthday girl/boy/creature can i please get some ajax and legacy working together to make a big at home celebration for readers birthday?? maybe with a little bit of ajax getting his body hijacked by an excited moth halfway through the celebration amen🙏
HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYY!!!!! I HOPE TODAY WAS AMAZING AND FUN!!!!
number one rule of any celebration: Ajax cooks. at least, he cooks when it's between him and Foul Legacy, he's had several years of experience cooking for himself and his siblings. Legacy's more likely to light something on fire by accident- unless it's a recipe you taught him! he listens VERY closely when you teach him how to cook! but still, he prefers to focus on decorating instead, his height allowing him to hang pretty lights and dangling stars wherever he wants until the whole room is sparkling, and Legacy chitters and chirps to his heart's content. since they can't separate, Ajax is the one to greet you when you return home, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you around with a boisterous laugh
"Happy birthday!" he sings, and it's one of the best phrases you've ever heard
all three of you treasure time together when it's just the three of you, so for this evening, you don't invite anyone else over. you and Ajax dance around the room after dinner- all of your favorites, of course- and with an adoring grin he leans in and presses a tender kiss to your cheek. there's a sudden spark of violet lightning, your hair standing on end as Legacy promptly pulls control of their shared body from Ajax's hands, rumbling happily and squeezing you tight. his wings flutter and flit rapidly from his excitement, head bumping against your cheek, careful not to jab you with his horns. before you know it he's tugged you over to the couch, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling against you, trills slipping out of his mouth. you pet his head, raking your hands through his fluffy ginger hair and lilac fluff, and are met with a few playful nibbles, nothing ever deep enough to harm you or break skin as Legacy purrs deeply, something that sounds like "Happy birthday", and you smile all over again
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bloodcoveredgf · 20 days ago
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yaaayy its my birthdaaaayyy im 23 !! 😁
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snowqueen · 3 months ago
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queueing this for my birthday so if you see this its my birthdaaaayyy :) 💖🎉🎊
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alexanderflowerbird · 1 month ago
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Yippee December! It's almost my birthdaaaayyy :D Since Fuck Nano is over, I made new banners for my excerpts so you can tell which story you're getting a little tasty treat from. Harrowben and I are gonna start working on TBOB again, but we're also gonna be working on our personal projects too, so there's much good writing to be had. Here's some writing for ya <3 Taglist: @theskeletonprior @thelittlestspider @badscientist @tragedycoded
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“Son of a bitch!” She snarls, because in the window is the hideous, malformed face of one of the monsters that makes its rounds near her farm, has made its home on her land. She doesn’t know who it was before it changed, who it might have eaten. What she does know is that now, as it is, it is ugly as sin and harmless. Well. Harmless except to scare the fucking wits out of her by suddenly appearing in her kitchen window, peering in curiously with a set of milky, bluish eyes that are the size of saucers, fish-like and alien. It has four of them, stacked in pairs and forward facing despite the sheep-like shape of its head. It has hair like a sheep too, except it’s long and tangled, mottled grey and white curls and knotted tendrils hanging down its back and around its huge skull. It flicks its ears while looking in at her, turning long, hare-like cones towards her to listen now that she’s shouted. It’s tall enough that it’s lowered its head to look into the window, and Felina can barely see much of it this close, but she knows it is almost-sheep shaped, barely that, especially when its forward bending limbs end in human-like hands, the skin of them black, the nails on them long and nearly curled over the ends of the thick, calloused fingers it walks on.
 Felina always shudders to see it, but Mercedes likes this one, Felina knows. She’s got some name for it, though Felina can’t remember what it is because naming the monsters is foolish. It had Felina at one point dreaming of Mercedes as a wild-life conservationist, out in the woods somewhere naming wolves and doing some hippy dippy one with nature shit, protecting the world with her huge heart. But now it’s an annoyance because the damn monster, docile as it is, keeps coming around like it owns the place. Felina wonders if Mercedes is feeding it like its some stray cat rather than the abominable horror it is. She’d better not be. She won’t ask, but if Felina catches her at it? There will be hell to pay. 
“Fuck off!” She yells at the window. “Go on, git!” She says, and the monster lifts its head and huffs its breath against the glass before it turns away and limps off. It’s missing a leg, sort of– one in the back is malformed, damaged in some unknowable way that causes it to clunk about when it walks, slow and off kilter. Felina watches it for a minute before swearing again at the mess made new around her feet, sweeping all of it up a second time even more pissed off that the mess was left at all. 
Ever since Felina has moved to this place the mixture of mundane and fucked up has felt strangely normal for her. She isn’t sure why, it’s not like she had a strange childhood or ever experienced anything she’d describe as supernatural, it just… is. It’s just life. Odd and unpredictable and occasionally dangerous. She can’t really remember what it feels like to be in a city anymore, where there is danger but of a different sort. No one out here has time to start a life of crime or get into too much trouble, not when there’s so many things in the territory that can eat people or maim people. The townsfolk don’t tolerate that sort of thing, either. It’s one of the main things that makes this place feel safe, that she can send her daughter into town and know that before anyone even thinks to steal from her or make eyes at her, there will be a wall of adults ready to beat the fuck out of an idiot or outsider who thinks they can pull a fast one on her fifteen year old.
 Most people where she’s from would think she’s fucking nuts for living out here, especially when she lets her daughter go where she wants without having eyes on her at all times. Esteban does. Esteban thinks she’s lost her damn mind, and that one of these days she’s going to be really sorry she moved out to this place and bought all this land. She doesn’t think so. Mercedes is smart and has known the territory since she could form meaningful memories. Every time there’s a town meeting and Chashwi and Lewis tell everyone what new shit to watch out for, what plants are poisonous, what animals to steer clear of, Felina will take Mercedes out to see them together and ask her daughter, ‘do you remember what to do? Were you paying attention?’ 
This hasn’t gone perfectly every time, and Felina still flinches, occasionally, recalling times where she’d tested Mercedes’ wit and being just a child, Mercedes had made a mistake, or she had, even as an adult navigating the ways in which the territory rapidly changes. Racing ten year old Mercedes to Dr.Balakrishnan covered in stings from the newly fucked up red colored bees had been mortifying. Scrubbing 8 year old Mercedes clean of pollen after she’d gotten too close to one of the giant bursting flower pods had been funny, but exhausting. Picking thirteen year old Mercedes up to hold her like an infant while kicking a leaping gator in the face had pulled a muscle in Felina’s back, but they’d both gotten away without getting too hurt that time. Each of these outings would result in Mercedes learning in real time, with her hands, with her senses. Felina shows up to the town meetings because they’re important and she’d rather not be faced with something unfamiliar unprepared, but the idea that anything in this strange, ever evolving place should be completely avoided isn’t something she really believes in. If it isn’t certain death or the Seneca beast, she takes Mercedes to see. She wants her to see. 
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peqchys · 7 months ago
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GUYS ITS MY BIRTHDAAAAYYY 🎉🎉 will be posting kat birthday art later i just have to shade it lol
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ethereousdelirious · 1 year ago
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Sicktember 2023 Day 4
Prompt: Hiding an Illness
Fandom: P.okémon
Characters: L.ucian, Cyn.thia
Wordcount: 1,648
Notes: TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAAAAYYY
It was said that love had the power to render anyone a fool. And Lucian, who was no fool, found himself startled when his faculties left him in the face of wild-eyed passion. It really was a testament to how far he’d fallen that he jumped at the chance to see Cynthia again after only a month apart.
But what a long month it had been.
She’d left for Galar with a burning kiss to Lucian’s lips and a promise in her fingertips, a promise that still tingled on his cheek when he thought of her.
Communication was sparse, silences were long, nights were lonely. She was busy, he knew, and he had exploits with which to occupy himself, but her absence followed him.
So when he woke up ill to the point of nausea with a message on his phone, he rushed in like a fool to meet her.
Now, the murmur of the cafe buzzed in his aching head, and Lucian was absolutely certain he was going to throw up before this date ended.
If you could call it a date; really, it was more of an academic exercise and an excuse to take in Cynthia’s silvery shine. The same headache that had plagued him since late last night still pounded in his temples, its fury redoubled in the light of day, but the fact remained that Lucian would never say no to Cynthia. She'd asked him to come, so he came. It really was as simple as that. He was going to do this no matter how awful he felt.
Unfortunately, he felt very awful.
Oblivious to this, Cynthia fussed with the papers she'd printed, laying them out in neat arcs across the café table. They'd gotten their drinks in paperboard to-go cups to save space and still, the corners of the papers brushed against them, bending.
Lucian took a deep breath through his nose.
Every few seconds, spectral nails buried themselves in his skull and twisted wickedly. Pressure flared up in his stomach, respond to the pain with a dangerous promise of future violence.
But Cynthia was warm beside him and every so often, she would touch his hand or rest her chin on his shoulder, and he would endure all the pain in the world for a few stolen moments with her.
Even if it meant eventually falling to his knees and vomiting in a café bathroom.
"Done," Cynthia said. She scooted closer to Lucian and put her arm around him, her eyes fixed on the papers. "What do you think?"
Lucian stared at the papers, but had to wait for the throbbing in his skull to die down before he could make sense of them.
Handwritten Old Galarian stared back up at him and phrases collided in his brain sending showers of sparks racing painfully along his neurons.
"I think I can read… some of this," he said slowly. "Although I can't guarantee any real accuracy."
"That's okay," Cynthia said a little too quickly. It was a testament to how excited she was that she reiterated a point she had made earlier on the phone: "It's not for anything official; I'm waiting for the professional translation to come in, but that could take months."
Lucian nodded and immediately regretted it. He shifted a little and rested a hand on his belt, applying gentle pressure to his stomach. "You said this is an account of the first documented meeting between Sinnohan and Galarian tribes?"
"Allegedly," Cynthia said. "We always have to be cautious when it comes to bombshell discoveries like this, but it certainly appears authentic." She drummed her fingers on one of the papers and Lucian smiled despite himself. She was excited.
"I'm not terribly familiar with Old Galarian," he started. Pain shot through his temples like someone had stabbed him and he had to stop and breathe through it, lips parted. His breaths displaced some of the papers and Cynthia slapped her palms down to keep them from flying away.
He flinched at the sound and she noticed, rounding on him with furrowed brow. "Are you okay?"
Lucian forced himself to relax. His stomach rolled, but he didn't dare do anything to soothe it now, not with Cynthia's eyes on him. "Just thinking," he said with a calm he did not feel, and gestured to the paper on the upper right of the table. "This one is just establishing the year and the location, I think. Kingdom of Galar, year of the…" He squinted. "Year of the Snail?" He looked at Cynthia for some sort of guidance.
She frowned. "I don't know what that could possibly mean."
He smiled at her. "Good thing you're not paying me for this."
He struggled through the rest of the papers, pausing occasionally to dig his fingertips into his knees or subtly press a flat hand to his stomach. His body crawled toward the inevitable climax, pain and nausea growing stronger with each gentle pulse.
His lapsing focus kept landing on the thought of his bed, pillows cool and Cynthia warm beside him. How nice it would feel to close her eyes and let her run her nails over his skin.
He hadn't had that in so long, not since she'd gotten that fateful call from Lenora in Galar and promptly taken off. It had been weeks since they'd shared a bed.
Even now, Cynthia had come straight from the airport with her copy of the documents, bright-eyed despite the jet lag.
Lucian shot to his feet in a panic when the sharp tang of impending illness invaded his mouth. Every difficult swallow brought forth another flood of brackish saliva.
It wasn't the subtle exit he'd been hoping to make. His knees slammed the table. His untouched coffee sloshed onto the papers, brown spots blooming on the text.
"Lucian?" Cynthia touched his elbow. "What's wrong?"
"I…" His stomach clenched. Oh, he'd done this all wrong and he really didn't have time to explain. "E-excuse me for a moment."
His skull caved in somewhere on the way to the bathroom, pressure-pain cracking the bones like balsa wood. His vision narrowed and narrowed and narrowed and his stomach throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. Breaths struggled to squeeze through his tightening throat and the slamming of the door echoed off the tiled walls.
His trembling fingers slipped off the lock, but it was officially too late to do anything to it.
His knees collided with the hard tile, and the jolt shot through his body. He doubled over and retched.
At least it was quick.
He held himself up with one hand, held his glasses in place with the other. A warm flood of vomit rushed past his lips and he closed his eyes, spitting out the sour aftertaste.
And that was it.
He flushed the toilet and sat back, bracing both hands against the floor. What was he going to do now? He had to tell Cynthia something. But what?
It seemed so maddeningly juvenile to shuffle out with his head down, metallic taste of sink water on his tongue, and tell her, like a child, that he'd been sick in the bathroom. That he'd foolishly tried to master his body. That he wanted.
Yes, that was the worst of all, the real truth of the matter that sat like shattered glass in his stomach: that he'd let this happen because he wanted to spend time with her. That he'd defied all logic and reason for a few stolen minutes in a café even though it meant surrendering his control.
Because he wanted, very clearly wanted her more than she wanted him.
And now he felt sick again.
But now was the time to own up to his shortcomings. He couldn't leave Cynthia sitting there alone. Wondering. So he heaved himself to his feet and rinsed his mouth and washed his hands with water that tasted of iron and soap that smelled of chemicals. And he squared his shoulders. And he walked.
Nobody stared at him. Conversations continued on, melting with the gentle acoustic music playing from the speakers. Everything carried on, and that was a small comfort. Phantoms pains pounded at his temples, urging him home to bed.
He ignored them. He went to her.
"Lucian." Cynthia dragged him down into the booth and sat across from him, reaching over to feel his forehead and his cheeks. "Are you sick?"
Heat bloomed in his cheeks and he knew Cynthia felt the sudden change. She studied him with a grave expression, her hand still on his cheek.
"No," he said hesitantly. Her expression turned hard and he amended, "Not exactly."
Suddenly, he couldn't bear Cynthia's eyes on him. He shrank away, crossed his arms over his chest.
"Come on, Lucian," she said gently. "What aren't you telling me?"
Oh, she made it so easy for him. Easier than he deserved. He reached out for her hand and tangled their fingers together, papers wrinkling under his arm. Why did he have to make it so hard for himself? "My head hurts," he admitted quietly.
"Do you want to go home?"
He shook his head and looked at her. "I wanted to see you. I want—" That was it. The whole truth. "I want you, Cynthia."
She softened and kissed the back of his hand. "Let's go home," she said, "together."
Lucian's apartment was quiet and dim, as it always was. And though it was still early afternoon, he changed into his pajamas and let Cynthia put him to bed.
She sat beside him and ran her fingers through his hair, her fingernails tracing gentle lines along his skin.
"I missed you, Cyn," Lucian murmured. "I'm sorry I… Well…"
She shushed him gently and ran a hand over his eyes. "We don't have to talk about it right now, baby. Get some rest."
And who was he to disobey?
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fictionkinfessions · 2 years ago
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(Post the 18th plz)
Iiiiits my birthdaaaayyy!! 🧡 hehe hoho I miss home. but at least its my birthday. I miss all the cake everyone would get me- Saved my wallet from being scammed pffft. I hope everyones having a good day knowing its my birthday. I miss u guys.
And while Im here a toss into the rairpair game. Tighnariiii my lovely boyfrieeennndddd I miss youuu I miss our cuddlesss. I wish I could spend tonight with you brushing out my tail until I fall asleep. Hehe I just wanna be spoiled ;P
~Gorou 🕯♟ (Genshin Impact)
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aquato-family-circus · 2 years ago
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its my birthdaaaayyy 🎊
tomorrows my birthday and id like 2 talk even more abt helmut and/or bob 🥲 my comfort blorbos
tell me songs u associate with them. ur dumbest little headcanons. whatever.
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elitheradguy · 7 years ago
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Hap borth @ me
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abybweisse · 2 years ago
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Scenario where all the phantomhives are alive and crazy family shenanigans. I totally see undertaker as crazy grandpa.
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🎉 Scenario request: the Phantomhives live
How about what the twins' tenth birthday party might have been like, if the attack had never gone through as planned?
Twins: *looking at the clock, as it strikes 6pm*
Tanaka: *knocks on the door and gently opens it* Young masters, it's time for your party to start.
Twins: Yay!
Ciel: Presents!
Our Earl: Cake!
Tanaka: Ho, ho! Soon enough.
They make their way downstairs to the great hall of Phantomhive Manor, where party games have been set up. Their parents, many of the servants, and several guests are standing around.
Twins: Games?! *running from booth to booth to see what's there*
Rachel: Boys, boys! Over here.
Everyone to the twins: Happy Birthday!!!
Rachel: Happy birthday, my dear sweet angels!
Vincent: Happy birthday, boys!
Diedrich: *deadpan* Yes. Happy birthday. *whispers to Vincent* When do we get to the food?
Vincent: *chuckles and waves it away, not whispering* Undertaker's concerned if there will be enough wood to build your coffin someday.
Undertaker: *chuckles and winks at Vincent and Diedrich then tips his hat to the twins* Happy birthday, young Phantomhives. I hope you enjoy this day to its fullest. Someday, the birthdays will end and--
Vincent: *stepping in front of Undertaker to cut him off* Enough of that for now -- *nervously* haha -- this is a day of fun.
Diedrich: *mumbles* Seriously. And people think I'm the death of the party?
Rachel: *directing the twins away from all that* Come say hello to the other guests. Helloooo, An! Hellooo, Midfords!
Madam Red: Hello, sister! Hello, my lovely nephews! I have a huuuge gift for each of you in the pile.
Twins: Yayyyy!
Francis: Happy birthday, Ciel and E--
Lizzie: Happy birthdaaaayyy! Cieelll! I have something extra special for youu~~<3!
Francis: Elizabeth, calm down. That's not very lady-like behavior.
Lizzie: *puts a hand to her open mouth* Sorry, mother.
Alexis: *very serious™️* Happy birthday, boys. Ten years already. *puts out a hand to shake hands, but when Ciel puts his hand forward, Alexis grabs him by the hand and pulls him into a bear hug. Pulls our earl in for a group hug* *gushing with love and joy* Ooooh~~<3! *calling to Vincent* They are growing up so fast! Cherish these precious moments! *finally lets the boys go, and they catch their breaths again*
In turn, other guests wish the boys a happy birthday, and they play games until it's time for the feast, consisting of all the boys' favorite dishes. Then cake. And then presents... while Diedrich sits next to the platters of sandwiches and keeps nonchalantly selecting them. Vincent nudges Undertaker and tilts his head at Diedrich, and in response Undertaker tsks and pulls a tape measure from who-knows-where. Perhaps it was actually up his sleeve? 🤷🏻‍♀️
The boys received a veritable mountain of gifts, ranging from the practical (like hand-knitted socks from a maid and finely made socks and shoes purchased by Francis) to the fabulous (like Madam Red's: she nearly bought out the entire boy's section of Hamleys. When the boys got to Elizabeth's gifts, she became very excited. She gave Ciel a handkerchief she had painstakingly embroidered with his initials.
Ciel: It's lovely. I can tell your embroidery work has improved.
Lizzie: It has! It has! And.... I'll embroider more items for you, Ciel!
Our earl tried to be enthusiastic about the gift he received from her: replacements for some Noah's Ark animals he had misplaced. But then he saw that two were a mated pair he didn't previously have, and that made him happier.
Our earl: *genuinely thankful* Elizabeth, thank you for the carved animals. I don't think I had this pair. *holds up a set of leopards* By the way, have you ever noticed the pair of lions on those sets always both have a mane?
Lizzie: *finger to her lips, confused expression* Oh? No, I'd never noticed. Isn't that the way they should be?
Tanaka: *overhearing* Hoh, hoh, hoh....
Our earl: I don't think so. Only the male has a mane. Where are all the lionesses?
Lizzie: *still a bit confused* I have no idea. Oh! So, what are you going to open next?!
Later. Around 10pm, way past the boys' usual bedtime, the twins are still full, done with opening gifts and playing... and exhausted. Diedrich has run out of sandwiches, and most of the guests have said their farewells....
Twins: *yawning*
Rachel: *seeing them and stifling a yawn of her own* Alright, angels, it's off to bed for you two. Tanaka, please see to them.
Tanaka: Yes, my Lady. *turning to the boys* Come along, young masters.
The boys grumble, as young children often do when they are tired but don't wish to admit it. But they go with him, giving in to the call of sleep and pleasant dreams.
They head upstairs. Then, as they head down a hallway, the boys see their father, Diedrich, and Undertaker heading down the same hallway but in the opposite direction, towards Vincent's private study.
The twins can make out some of their conversation:
Vincent: Come along, Diedrich. We have things to discuss.
Diedrich: *mildly protesting in hushed tones*
Vincent: Good grief. Must I have a butler provide another platter? Yes, ok.
Undertaker: *snickers at Diedrich and tilts his head* Perchance I might finally get to have one?
Diedrich: Undertaker, you ate half of a cake, and it wasn't even a sma--
Undertaker: *turning to Vincent and cutting Diedrich off* What have I been saying? Something had been brewing for months now.
Vincent: Yes, yes. That incident earlier today was a close one.
Diedrich: *starting to fade out* Good thing we thwarted it just in time. Otherwise, the entire party could have been ruined.
Vincent: *barely audible now* My boys would have been devastated.... *fading out completely at the end*
The twins were too far away to hear anything more of their conversation, but they exchanged glances, just briefly. What was that all about?
Well, that ended up being longer than I had originally intended, but I kept thinking of things to add! I hope you enjoy it. 😊
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honouredsatoru · 3 years ago
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You are one of my favorite human and I would gift you a 🐸froggy hat and a 🐰bunny hat🥺 Have a great day, mi amor.
I am having an amazing day because its me birthdaaaayyy <3 I want a bunny hat and froggy hat too! >_< How are you pasi baby love?
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befooled · 7 years ago
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ahem
idk if she would want me to put it on blast like this, bUT HEY FRIENDS, IT IS @nordickzz ‘S BIRTHDAAAAYYY technically, she’s in a place where it’s already monday april 9th while we’re still on sunday so yea i mean its her bday for her and thats what matters,,,,,,,,,,,,, tash babe if u dont want me to post this shit up just lemme kno and i will delete ok ok
so ye just wanted to make a post sharing my love and admiration for that beb because i love her????????? and shes become a very good friend of mine and it just tickles me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
TASH BEB hewwo thank you for being so wonderful, so kind, so caring, and so loving!!! you are a bright light in this dark world and im honored to have you shine ur beautiful rays on me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hahah
i hope u get all of the best things because thats actually what u deserve, nothing less,,,,, i wish i could giv u all the hugs and kisses today but i will settle for game time and food snaps. ugh im super excited for many more years of bein the bestest friends with stupid meme jokes, and eventually meeting irl!!!!
happy fockin birthday my lov!!!! <3333333333
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ourlastkiss · 4 years ago
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Its my birthdaaaayyy
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sweetmariposa · 8 years ago
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ITS MY BIRTHDAAAAYYY
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karlamikaela23 · 5 years ago
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Sooooo some of my friends are kept asking if I am happy to have a deluxe album.. and Im PROUDLLLYYYYY saaaayyyyyy that Im suppppeetrr duuupppeeerr Happppyyyyy because its my gift to my upcoming birthday on October 23 💓 and it feels like its my birthdaaaayyy noooooowwwwwwwww!!!!!!! @taylorswift
My deluxes is have a jetlag now HAAAHAAHAHA from USA to Manila Philippines, and Manila to Palawan haahhaahahhahaah
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Hi @taylorswift I know its super duper late as in 1 moooonnntthhh lattteeee buuuutttt my Deluxes album is already here and Im excited to read it allllllll .. This is my 1st ever albummmmm of yours and Im happpyyy that I can afford it now HAHAAHAHAHAHA .. I loooovveeee youuuuuuuuu TAYLOOOORRRRR !!!!!!! With all of my hearrrtttttttt 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
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