almostlost

[t00thpasteface]

flying saucers, levitation... yo, i can do that!

[tikaio]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHELDON COOPER!!!!

[crossedwiress]

happy birthday michael ✿

[ceedeelamb]

Happy 24th birthday, king 🥳🎂

[discount-kirishima]

happy birthday to the specialest little guy 🥰💞💛💓

[jacobglaser]

Oh god I already love Sam so much I want to adopt him

[carrdsoldier]

“I can’t believe I’ve been here this long. This makes my third birthday in this city...”

“...I hope mom isn’t worrying too much.” 

[decimatlas]

Levi was in the kitchen, making tea. He heard familiar footsteps walk in, recognizing who it was without him needing to speak. “ You're free for the day. ” Today was Eren's birthday. It was natural of Levi to know, and expected of him to give him the day off. Eren had earned it, after all. He wasn't doing him any favors. “ Isn't that what you were going to ask? ”

Happy Birthday to the birthday boy!

In all truth, Eren likely would not have been approaching Levi if it weren't for Armin, who had more or less urged him to do so. 'It's your birthday! And you deserve it!' His chipper voice echoes through Eren's mind even now. He can't seem to justify asking for a whole day off with himself, but he would appease Armin and at least ask for the evening.

So, he tracks Levi down and finds him in the kitchen. He barely takes a few steps in – and doesn't get a single word out – before Levi is speaking up and granting him leave for the whole day.

Eren is a bit stunned; he's not sure how Levi knows exactly what everyone is thinking before a word is uttered, but he constantly accomplishes that very thing without fault. ❛ I, uh. ❜ He raises a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. Eren supposes he shouldn't argue about time-off, and if Armin got wind that he turned a whole day off down, he would never hear the end of it. ❛ Yeah, you read my mind. –– Thank you, Captain. ❜ Eren turns to leave the room, but he quickly turns around again. He figures his next sentence will get him shoo'd out anyway, he felt it wouldn't hurt to add... ❛ But if you need me for anything, just let me know. ❜

[sourkreem]

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

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[cyber-corp]

🥳🏠

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[nolongerapileofashprobably]

He is so loved and it’s what he deserves

[16th-of-a-twigg]

Compliment him? 🍊 Ko-fi

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[honehonn3honey]

Birthday boy 🎂

[t00thpasteface]

SUPERSHARK!! 🦈👽