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lunetual · 9 months
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♡ HAPPY HYUKA DAY ♡ i am wishing our beloved tubatu maknae a day filled with love, laughter, and happiness! i hope this coming year is fruitful in all the ways he wants it to be, and that amidst tubatu's packed schedule, that he has time to rest, relax, and recharge as he deserves.
quick cc note: no it's actually quick this time, i'm serious! if you want to know what i think about hyuka in greater length, pls revisit my past bday posts ;LKAJDF;ALKJA there's really only so many times i can talk about how proud i am of my tubatus and how they've grown SO well. that being said... i DO want to say this: the longer i watch txt as a group, the more i appreciate each member and the overall dynamic, and how each person contributes to the overall atmosphere and helps the team move forward.
i touch upon it on the back of the trading card above, but huening kai impresses me SO much with his consistency and excellence onstage. he is so steady, so dependable. i'm never nervous watching him; you know without a doubt that he'll always deliver. and it's not even just when they're performing. it's more or less a sure bet that even if the other four members are in tears and unable to speak, hyuka WILL be smiling at them and ready to take the mic if needed.
he's always been like this, a solid presence for the group through thick and thin, but as time goes by and he grows more and more into himself, it's even more evident. and i think part of it is just his nature, right, but it's also something he works hard for! and it pays off. you can absolutely tell how much the members lean on him and trust him.
i think huening kai is just such a lovely human being, and i hope he treats himself with as much kindness as he does others!! and that he continues to grow in all the ways he hopes to, and that all of the love he pours into the people around him comes back and reaches him in the high and low moments alike.
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deeva-arud · 3 months
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Ohh Playful Land Deeva save me
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rarestdoge · 3 days
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Happy birthday Cam!!
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AAH I can't believe it's already been a year! This stupid little guy is so very special to me. Cam. You helped me get through the horrors of high school, you taught me how to love myself more, you taught me to care for my siblings more, you helped me find the wonderful friends that I have today, you're someone who brings me happiness and comfort, and you're someone I can relate to. So thank you Cameron. I love you so much 💙 (and hate your guts sometimes /aff)
And of course, thank you so much to everyone who's given Cam, and honestly my art in general love! You guys motivate me, and seeing your compliments makes me smile every single time. It feels so wonderful to know that my art inspires and makes people happy. That is such a wonderful feeling
And a special thanks to my fellow A and B, @mai-mai-lim and @smoresthehalloweenqueen 💙 I'll never forget the day you two kidnapped me into a discord gc to vc and chill lol. And we're still doing that today! You two may live far away from me, but that doesn't stop you guys from being my best friends, as corny af as that sounds. I love you two to the moon and back /p, and I hope our wonderful friendship lasts forever
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birthday matty: a collection 🥳
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happy 35th to this beautiful and amazing human being <3
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pancakemolybdenum · 1 year
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its her day!!!!
jade
dave
john
beta kids
alpha kids
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bugtistic · 9 months
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When you email a university museum curator basically just going “hi I’m autistic can I pwetty pwease see ur bugs. Pwease pwease I’m a lil birtbday boy pls lemme see the bugs…”
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campbyler · 2 months
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Is Will a sneakerhead or does he not care whatsoever what shoes he wears?
ooooh i’m assuming since you specified will in particular that you maybe came here from another post or because of something we said in the fic, but we have indeed made our will byers a little bit of a shoe guy!! i would definitely not call him a sneakerhead in the traditional sense — in that we don’t think he cares much for collecting them for trading/value purposes or anything like that, and i don’t think he is too knowledgeable about collections’ histories and whatnot — but he definitely is very interested in them and i think they are an article of clothing that he would take real pleasure in finding rare and interesting pieces for!! the camp whiteman attire is white sneakers only, so unfortunately he does not get to showcase this often during the summer, but we included a couple of pieces we think are very him in this moodboard (especiallyyyyy the bowie sneakers which have been on my acswy will moodboard FOREVERRRR) and i think they are a fun way for him to express himself stylistically. we also made our mike wheeler a little bit of a Jacket Guy in the same sense — not really to collect to sell or anything like that, but i think they would both be ecstatic to find unique pieces for themselves at places like vintage stores or secondhand online and to show them off (like mike with pins on his jackets for example)
anyways to answer your question: definitely not a traditional sneakerhead, but he absolutely Does care
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stevesbipanic · 2 months
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Maroon
Happy birthday @henderdads in honour of you, the number one supporter of my Midnights collection, my go-to swiftie in my phone and because our Taylor has left my country singing this song on her last show here, enjoy.
When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
I see you every day now
“Steveeeee, your little candle died!” Eddie giggled from the other room. They’d spent the day unpacking Steve’s new apartment downtown. Well, Steve had unpacked, and Robin and Eddie had spent most of the day snooping through boxes. Robin had gone home, her parents still wary of her staying out after dark, Starcourt only a few months ago.
“Little candle? Oh, the incense,” Steve said coming into the room to see Eddie on the floor. He wiped off the little pile of ash and plopped down next to Eddie, stretching his legs over him. “Share that you gremlin, Robin bought that for my housewarming!” Steve reached over Eddie to grab the bottle of wine Robin’s mum sent with her.
“It’s too bad Robbie can’t live here with you, I don’t want you being all lonely,” Eddie pouted looking over at him.
Steve took a big gulp of the tangy wine, “You could always move in?”
“You wouldn’t get sick of me?”
“Nah, sounds nice seeing you every day.”
“Ok, Stevie, I’ll tell Wayne tomorrow, now gimme that bottle, roomies gotta share!”
And I chose you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
Living with Eddie was easy, it was nice having someone to come home to. The kids liked him too, winning them over with Hellfire and nerdy movie nights. Sitting on a bathroom floor with Robin figuring out why he got butterflies every time Eddie smiled wasn’t as easy but it felt healing.
“We should go out!” Eddie had said when Steve came out to him, blushing hard before Eddie continued. “Robbie looks too young to join me when I go to this gay bar in Indy but I bet they’ll look the other way for you, sweetheart.”
That’s how Steve found himself twirling around a brightly lit dancefloor that Friday, boys with boys and girls with girls around him and he felt light and free. Eddie never left his side, his scary dog energy scaring off any guys that might’ve asked Steve to dance but Steve didn’t mind, maybe it meant Eddie would keep dancing with him.
They stumbled down the road together, planning to sleep the night off in the van and drive home in the morning. Steve giggled looking up, the morning sun had begun peaking over the horizon, it’s colours dancing through him matching the warmth he felt in his heart.
The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
After that night the boys felt closer than ever. It was no surprise when they ended up on the living room floor again, a bottle of cheap red wine between them. Laughter filled their home in a way it never did in Steve’s house growing up. Eddie threw his hands around as he spoke, inevitably spilling the wine on them, narrowly missing the carpet.
“Oh shit, sorry Steve!” Eddie said following Steve to the bathroom. For a brief moment, Steve thought of another stain in another bathroom, but as he turned towards Eddie all thoughts of that night left him. Eddie gently tried to get out the stain from the ruined shirt. Steve couldn’t help it, blame it on the wine, blame it on the location, but he reached out grabbing Eddie’s shirt and tugging him forward.
Their lips meeting, Steve tasted the wine and cigarettes they shared. He pulled back slowly, hoping he hadn’t ruined everything. He didn’t have to worry long as Eddie quickly pulled him back, meeting his lips again.
When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbin' with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends?
It’s not always easy living with the person you care about most. November brought more nightmares, dreams he couldn’t explain to Eddie, wanting to keep him far away from the hell beneath them. He had to blame his screams for Robin on a fire and not the longest night of his life.
“Why won’t you talk to me, Stevie!”
“Because I can’t!”
“Why not!”
“I’m trying to protect you!”
Steve felt the slam of the door cut through him. For the first time in a long time, they sleep in separate beds.
You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
I feel you no matter what
Steve came home a few days later to Eddie waiting at their door. Pink carnations held tightly in his hand, his teary eyes and flushed cheeks made Steve’s heart ache. Eddie looked up as he heard Steve approach, his voice cracking as he said his name.
The rubies that I gave up
“I’m sorry, Stevie. I shouldn’t have left, I was just worried about you.”
Steve gently took the flowers and Eddie’s hand, “I want to tell you, I just can’t and I need you to trust me, Eds.”
Eddie nodded and Steve unlocked their door leading them both inside. “You know, I love carnations,” Steve said giving Eddie a soft smile going to the kitchen to get them water.
Eddie laughed softly, “I thought they were roses, they just looked pretty and reminded me of you.”
Steve smiled, he thought about how his dad would always try and win his mother’s forgiveness with money and jewels, he liked this better.
And I lost you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
No matter how hard Steve tried to protect the people he loved, they always seemed to get dragged into it. Steve never wanted to see Eddie as terrified as he did in that boathouse. He wishes he’d gone with Eddie that night after the game, but he’d promised Lucas that he’d drive him to the after-party. He didn’t even know Eddie was still dealing.
“Don’t be a hero,” he’d said, but now Eddie was bleeding in his arms. Dark red blood seeping into their shirts like the wine did all those months ago. Eddie’s eyes slipped closed on the drive to the hospital.
The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
Everywhere Steve looked he saw red. He refused to leave the hospital until Eddie was out of surgery. Robin had dragged him to the bathroom, forcing him to wash the blood that coated his arms down the drain. She’d left to get him a change of clothes, leaving him to sit on the hard chairs in the waiting room.
The cushions a bright red, the blood a muddy maroon under his nails, his shirt stained a deep scarlet, the smell of rust and iron coming off of him, a crimson sky behind his eyes.
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
Steve doesn’t remember when he sat down beside Eddie’s bedside. He just remembers a teary phone call to Wayne and seeing Eddie still breathing. Wayne had to go to work, Steve didn’t have anywhere to be since Family Video sunk into the earth with half the town. Pink carnations in a vase at his bedside.
“I told you not to be a hero, Eds.”
The brief bouts of sleep he got leant over Eddie or curled up in his chair were plagued with losing Eddie over and over. Til one night he dreams of them back in their apartment, lying on their floor, Eddie’s fingers brushing through his hair. He wakes, still feeling the edges of his dream, fingers still in his hair. He glances up and meets warm brown eyes.
“Eds, you’re awake!”
“Sorry I tried being a hero, Stevie, I should’ve trusted you.”
The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)
The day Eddie comes home, a town rebuilt, Steve swears the sky is the same pink it was that night in Indianapolis. He helps Eddie up the stairs, opening the door, the apartment just how they left it. The warm burgundy blanket on their ruby couch. A bottle of red wine on the counter, cherry wood cabinets and chestnut floors. A soft blush on both their faces as they lay down on the scarlet sheets of their bed. Merlot on their lips as their sucked soft wine-coloured bruises, taking back their love from months so close yet so far apart.
It was maroon
It was maroon
Steve would wake later, lips bit rough and maroon and thank the world that life didn’t end under a blood-red sky.
Ao3
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bloomingsalma · 1 month
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i think one of the most disappointing things is to see that your childhood friends have grown up to represent the kind of people you're disappointed in
#had a friendship break up w like one of my entire friend groups of six ppl?#found out that one of the girls in our friend group had sent screenshots of our private conversation about smth I was hurt over#to a gc with our other friends (but not me ofc)#and they all proceeded to talk shit about me :// I swear the way my stomach dropped when the friend I was having the convo w#sent me screenshots of what our mutual friends were saying about me#she knew how much it would hurt me but still did it just to prove a point (though I'm certain she misrepresented our conversation + my word#to them considering she blocked out what she had initially said to them lol)#my stomach hasn't dropped like that since high school#which is exactly where I thought we left this kind of deceitful behaviour. like how are you guys twenty one and still sending screenshots#and talking bad behind only one (1) friend's back when you know she can't defend herself in that space#I immediately texted our collective gc to explain a text she had sent but failed to give context for#then told them if I'm as selfish as they say I will leave this friend group. and then I left that gc#I also texted two friends who I knew were talking shit and I sent them the screenshots that first “friend” sent and pointed out how#she blocked out what she said so I'm suspicious that she skewed our conversation so they (the two other “friends”) should be wary#I told them I understood it was fair game to stoop. this low considering neither of them tried to reach out to me to hear my side#or defend me + my privacy#for context: the original argument was me voicing out that I was upset bc that first “friend” had invited and planned with with our friend#group an event that landed on my birthday without checking in with me if I was planning to spend time with them that day#and she kept defending herself and saying she didn't know I'd plan smth (probably bc my bday is two months away lmao) and she said#the event they'd be attending is just as important and necessary as being there for my birthday?? it's literally just a party her brother#(who none of us are close to lol) is DJing at. and I brought up how I'm their close friend (not her brother) and it's not fair to call#it equally necessary. but I suspect she skewed what I said greatly considering all of our friends started calling me selfish and unfair#but yeah v v crazy and hurtful and just astonishing#salmaspeaks
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lunetual · 1 year
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♡ HAPPY BEOMGYU DAY ♡ to txt’s resident multifaceted moodmaker, who never fails to lift his members’ spirits and always makes sure to care for them in all the ways they need, i am wishing a birthday full of love, laughter, and as much relaxation as can be managed as they prepare for tour!
quick cc note: first of all. a formal apology to my beomgyutuals and also to beomgyu himself that his bday zine still sits like 60% finished on my external hard drive. i’m so sorry like i HAVEN’T forgotten it’s just like. i don’t want it to suck. u know how it goes!!! anyway !!! moving on....
there’s of course so many sides to beomgyu and so many things that we could spend time talking about. i love that he likes to and often does present such a bright image, and i love the way that he naturally lights up a room, especially when he’s with people he loves and trusts. and i equally love his gentle and quiet nature, and the way all of this combined and juxtaposed comes together to make up a one-of-a-kind beomgyu!!! i love how empathetic he is and how clearly he cares about the people around him. i think at his core he is a caretaker in the way that he is always looking out for his members, and how he will make sure they’re doing okay before he even thinks to think about himself. along these lines i how unfailingly kind he is and how he’s the sort of person that naturally lifts others up without even seeming to consciously realize he’s doing so. people gravitate to him, and it’s no wonder!
i think another incredible strength of beomgyu’s is his ability to acknowledge when he’s struggling. i really admire the way that he’s able to be open about the natural ups and downs one can go through, and i think he makes more of a difference than he knows by sharing his lower moments with his fans even though he has no obligation to whatsoever. it’s so brave of him. he’s really brave, the way he lays his heart bare and the way he shoulders the weight of being seen as the moodmaker of the group, and the way he squares his shoulders and keeps moving forward through the good times and the bad.
and the thing that really leaps out to me about beomgyu? honestly, i think it’s the way he lives and breathes music. all the tubatus love music and love performing, but i think for beomgyu it’s literally his lifeblood. i think music to him is something as integral to living as air. you can tell how sometimes a song he loves is so personal to him it almost hurts. you can tell that even if he wasn’t an idol, even if he wasn’t doing something involving performing, music would still be central in his life somehow. there’s something unadulterated and pure about the way he loves it.
to beomgyu, who often looks after others before looking after himself! i hope you give yourself the same grace you give to those around you, and that you allow yourself time to rest even when the world seems more hectic than ever. i hope you always love music and the stage as much as you do now, and that it continues to bring you joy even as the years continue to pass. i hope this trip around the sun is fruitful for you, that there are more good, warm days than there are bad, that as many opportunities to do whatever you want fall right within your grasp, ripe for the taking. i will always believe in you and will always be cheering you on. i hope you spend today and this year and all of those to come smiling as often as possible. ♡
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nursemimosa · 5 months
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all of the larry merch I have from the paldean memories line so far...
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0nelittlebirdtoldme · 6 months
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My new little vampire-related shrine 🦇🩸
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kyuyua · 8 months
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HELP I JUST FOUND OUT THERE’S A PANDORA DOCTOR STRANGE CHARM AND I NEED IT SO FUCKING BAD FUCK
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I have the rest of supreme fam (+Thor bc my cousins got it for me) BUT NO STEPHEN I NEED THIS SO BAAAAAADDDDDDD
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hella1975 · 20 days
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hi hella I didn't check if you answered these already btw 23 and 25
you're so cool and aloof queen guys everyone look how cool and aloof rori is
23. favourite piece of clothing?
LORD HOW DO I PICK. hmmm that one black skirt we all go wild for on here, my knee-high boots, my favourite cargo trousers that are literally falling apart,
25. what's the best personal gift someone could give you?
honestly id black out upon any form of personal gift i am inherently someone who subconsciously thinks all my friends hate me wdym u put time and effort and all the knowledge u have of me into ur gift. what if we killed ourselves together. but generally anything written is always gonna Get me
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bimyself06 · 27 days
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Since today's my bday and I don't want to cry, I'm going to post a happy au.
Jason does go with Apollo to the boat/yacht but he made it out alive(I'm pretty sure most of the fandom is in agreement that his death is a result of Leo and the seven attempting to cheat the prophecy/fate). Except now he's left wondering what he should do since as he's realized no child of the Big Three can truly leave the mythological world no matter what they try, in comes in Percy "My mom is the best" Jackson. He suggest that Jason moves in with the Jacksons or at least get adopted by Sally so that he has a semi-normal place to go to during the school holidays. Jason is bit hesitant but accepts, Percy gains another younger sibling, Thalia has the peace of mind that her brother is in good hands, Jason is experiencing the joys of having an actual normal and great parental figures in Sally and Paul, and Nico and Hazel are a little confused as to how they also got adopted but their father and Poseidon were all hounded by Hera into joining her on paying child support to Jackson-Blofis couple(many gods, including Zeus, pointed out that Jason wasn't her kid but ended up loosing that argument and it's now a staple to pay child support. It's a great way to keep track of kids and where they currently are.)
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zaenaris · 1 year
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KokoInu never beating the yin/yang allegations☯️
Tumugi design collection associates a stone to each character based on their birthdays (1 April 1990 for Koko and 18 October 1989 for Inupi).
Inupi has schörlite while Koko has crystal 🖤🤍 while the little strass is the character’s color image💜💛
Since Koko likes crystals and stones a tarot reading, I guess he’s happy with this collab!
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