#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERTIE

[thiziri]

Princess Anne and her grandfather, King George VI ❤️

[davbertieloml]

On this day in 1895, His Majesty The King George VI was born at York Cottage, Sandringham 👑

[for-valour]

“The King looked at her as if he couldn’t believe anybody could be so much fun.”

- George VI, Sarah Bradford.

Happy Heavenly Birthday to your papa’s ‘Joy’ — beautiful Princess Margaret is 93 today!

I love how Bertie says, ‘mwaah’ and smiles with such bashful pride when Margot gives him a kiss. It’s too precious! 🥹

gif made by @for-valour

[spiritundaunted]

“Bertie’s delight is touching.”

— Queen Mary on the birth of her granddaughter, Princess Elizabeth Alexandra Mary, born on April 21, 1926

Happy heavenly birthday to Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. 💕

[prosesque]

dodie’s birthday picnic

[redbreastedbird]

Hey! It’s Bertie’s birthday today! Happy birthday Bertie Wells!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: April 19/24

Happy Friday everyone! Check out today's selection of fics to get you through the weekend! And be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love, as it JUST finished being written! :D Enjoy!!

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The Curious Case of the Casablanca Killer by meet_me_in_samarra (G, 55,886 w., 16 Ch. || Post THoB, Case Fic, Bromance / Friendship, Clever John, John is a Conductor of Light, BAMF John / Sherlock, Sassy John, Cheeky Sherlock) – Deemed a three at best, the case of an invisible burglar in a historic cinema who stole nothing only caught Sherlock’s attention because he was bored. Also, he wanted to do John a favour. In the end, this proved to be a real stroke of luck. Otherwise, Sherlock would have missed an intriguing mystery that quickly ramped up in complexity.

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Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,740 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Bond Jokes, Angst and Humour, First Kiss, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining) – John loves James Bond. For his Birthday, Sherlock decides to organise a spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?

Guess Who's Coming for Christmas Dinner by Raina_at (E, 18,623+ w., 2/4 Ch. || WiP || University AU || Fake / Pretend Relationship, Accidental Fake Dating, , Oblivious John / Sherlock, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Christmas, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Past Drug Use, Not-Nice Holmes Family) – Sherlock hates spending Christmas with his snobby parents. John has nowhere to go over the holidays. The heat in 221B is broken and their fridge is empty. Plus, Sherlock's parents will hate John. So of course Sherlock takes John along. It's not his fault that his parents assume John's his boyfriend. Of course John is perfect and all, but Sherlock doesn't do romance. So what harm can there be in pretending, if it makes his parents this mad?

Only Yesterday by Berty (T, 43,378+ w., 17/18 Ch. || Alternate Timelines / 'Yesterday' AU || Post-TRF, POV John, Grief, Mental Instability, Angst, Unrequited Love, Suspense, Scotland, Hurt John, Developing Relationship, Doctor John, John is a Mess) – Sherlock has been gone for two years and John Watson is doing okay. He goes to work. He sleeps (sometimes). He eats. He has colleagues, some of whom are even friends. He has purpose. If it's not a life as others might view it, it's a fair approximation. It's fine. He's fine. One night the lights go out and when they come back on everything is the same except for one important thing. For John it's the most important thing. And suddenly John is not fine at all.

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Magic Like You by Anonymous (NR [M], 9,714 w., 5 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S2, Light Angst, Soft, Friends to Lovers, Jotunn Loki, Pining Loki, Heavy Pining, Bed Sharing, Jealous Loki, POV Loki, Living Together, First Kiss/Time) – Loki and Mobius are trying to carve out a new life for themselves after all the chaos and hurt and destruction that was caused by the TVA. This story explores Loki's new life and his relationship to Mobius through magic. (With lots of stupid fun and soft moments along the way, because with these two, it's inevitable.)

[deepdeanvsweston]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEXANDER!!! My favourite Alex moments in celebration

- in FCM murder when he didn't care that the girls were in their pyjamas (scandalous!) and waved at them,,, he was just being friendly 🥺

- MAM when he was just "George mate I'm having your sandwiches. Yum"

- Joint junior pinkertons moment also in MAM where they did all the posters that Daisy and Hazel were the best detective society

- one more MAM moment where George and Bertie are bossing him about and he's just happily and cheerfully taking it and getting the Christmas tree up

- not really a moment but uhhh. shoutout to his eyebrows for Hazel ig

- CLAPPING FOR HAZEL IN DITS Quintessential Alex and character development moment

Add on if you have any favourites!

[blazeismyname]

Hey. Um.

Brian wakes up one morning. He looks into his arms, his warm embrace holding Jonny. But Jonny is not warm. He's cold. Unmoving. "Jonny?" Brian whispers, feeling his human heart skip uneasily. "Jonny..." He looks into the face of Jonny, soft and still. Jonny had passed the most peaceful death: In his loves arms while asleep. And Brian's heart aches and wobbles, and his lip trembles. He lifts the body out and calls down the hall quietly. "Mama... Mama, you'll want to... want to see this"

Carmilla, of course, comes to her son's side quickly. "Darling- is that-?"" "Jonny.. he's dead. " Carmilla tears up. She's just as uneasy as she leads her son and her son-in-law (assuming Brian and Jonny get married) to the basement. Carmilla hadn't needed anyone to know so soon, but she had coffins ready after what had happened with the royal throuple. "It's for both of you. When your time comes, you lay with him." Carmilla explains that gently, laying Jonny into the coffin. "May I hold him in death? May his body forever lay in the arms of my body? I must know Mama." Carmilla nods. "Whatever you wish, my darling. I'm sure he would've wanted to be lost in your warm metal arms for eternity anyway.'

Brian will not live to see the next sunrise. His heart is pained so deeply now that his love has passed. He, too, dies in his sleep, and everyone in the castle knew when he wasn't downstairs, humming to himself over breakfast at his normal time. This is even more painful for Carmilla, and she can not carry the dead body of Brian for a second time. Tim, Bertie, Lyf, Raph, and Ashes opt to carry his heavy metal body to the coffin, even in their old ages. He's placed under Jonny, arms gently wrapped around. Carmilla sobs quietly, as does everyone as the two prince, the two lovers are laid to rest in their deep dirt grave.

Maybe they had children? Adopted or somehow biological (we know Carmilla and Raph could probably do that when put to it). They just lost their only parent in less than a day... (This one depends on whether we feel it's in character and that they should have kids)

Anyway, happy birthday to me :)

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky x Y/N -Part 2 - Dancing in the Moonlight

Thanks so much for the love on the first part of this series. Here is Part Two; Vaguely inspired by 'Dancing in the Moonlight' by Toploader.

It was a cause for celebration at Thorpe Abbotts. One of the pilots had just completed thier 25th misson, so a party in the officers club was in order. Y/N was excited to have something nice to focus on, she baked a cake for the occasion and serveral other treats in the hopes of lining the mens stomachs. By the time she had gotten ready; a light pink dress on which Albert had bought her some years ago, she realised she was running late and still hadnt brought the cake to the officers club.

Carrying the cake from the kitchen over to the club, she could already hear the jazz music from outside. It made her giddy, walking as fast as she could. She walked into the club and as met with a glorious sight. Everyone from officers to nurses to mechanics were in the club, drinking, dancing, being normal. It was almost as if there was no war. It was meerly someones birthday. Everyone was light and carefree.

She walked to the table where the food was sitting and places the cake in the centre, smiling at her handiwork. 'Hello cake fairy.' a deep, familiar voice came from behind her. She turned to see Bucky standing smiling at her. 'Cake fairy?' she said with a laugh. 'Yeah, you always just appear, with cake, like magic.' A small blush coated her cheeks, 'It's not magic Major, just a basic sponge cake receipe.' Bucky swiped his finger along the edge of the cake, collecting some frosting. Y/N gasped, ready to hit him for ruining her masterpiece. He stuck his finger in his mouth, closing his eyes, and suddenly her words became lost in her throat. 'Mm, tastes pretty magical to me.'

The night was splended, everyone dancing, laughing enjoying themselves. Albert didn't dance much, but she did convince him to have her for one trip around the dance floor. It only made her want to dance even more. But Albert refused, taking to his seat with his whiskey. 'Oh please Bertie, just one more dance! I love this song.' 'Oh Y/N, I already danced once, I've reached my quota.' Sighing in defeat, she sat back down next to her husband. 'I'll dance with you.' She spun round to see Bucky once again at her side. 'Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear, I'd be happy to dance with you, if that's alright with you Colonel.' Y/N looked between her husband and Bucky. Albert smiled, 'You'd be doing me a favour, Major Egan. Dance and dance until she's tired out.' he said making them both chuckle. She kissed him on the cheek, 'Thank you dear.' Bucky held out his hand to her, she took it and he led her to the dance floor.

One dance turned into two and three, and soon Y/N was breathless and in need of a drink. She made her way back to her table, but her husband was nowhere to be found. A young lieutenant approached her, 'Mrs. Clarke? The Colonel told me to tell you he had gone to bed and he would see you later.' 'Oh, thank you lieutenant.' Y/N was nly slightly dissapointed, she knew Bertie wasnt one for parties, he only came because she so desperatly wanted to attend. 'Not one for parties huh?' Bucky said to her why also handing her a drink. 'Oh, thank you, no he isn't. He says he's too old for it. I think he's just shy.'

'The Colonel? Shy? I can't see it.' 'Colonel Clarke might not be, but Bertie, he's a sweet soul.' She said smiling. Bucky could see the love she held for him in her eyes. 'He's a lucky man. And so am I, cause now I get to hold onto my dancing partner.' He said with a wide grin. She laughed, 'Isn't there a poor nurse somewhere you should be trying to seduce?' He feigned shock 'I am nothing but a respectable gentlemen, and seeing as the Colonel left you with me, it is my duty to make sure you dance until your feet hurt. So lets go.' He held out his hand, and she happily obliged.

The night drew to a close, and Y/N and Bucky were more than a bit tipsy. Bucky offered to walk her to her quarters, but it got to the stage where it was unsure who was walking who home. 'I had the most wonderful time, thank you Bucky. I'm sure you had better plans for your evening than babysitting me.' 'You kiddin' doll? Tonights the most *hiccup* fun I've had in ages. You're a hell of a dancer.' he slurred his words, but she just giggled, also finding speech a little difficult at this point. 'Oh thanks, you are a fantastic dancer too.' Bucky stopped walking to look at her 'You make great cakes. And you're pretty. As sweet and pretty as a cupcake.' Y/N blushed, she wasnt used to compliments other than her husbands usual 'You look nice.' She hoped in the dark he couldnt see the pink in her cheeks. 'Bucky you're really too kind, it's just-'

He cut her off with a kiss. He pressed his lips to hers so suddenly, she froze. Suddenly she felt fully sober. She broke the kiss and backed away. Bucky's face suddenly looked as panicked as hers. 'I'm sorry Y/N I -' 'Don't tell anyone about this. Goodnight Major.' she scurried off to her quarters, mind racing about what had just happened.

Bucky watched her walk away, also suddenly feeling more sober. He looked to the bright moon in the sky, the only witness to his indiscretion. 'Fuck.' he said, knowing her had made a major mistake. A mistake he wanted to make again.

[missmarymaywindsor]

you can put some letter from Queen Mary to her daughter?

Hello!

I’ve attached this one that I saw during at exhibition at Harewood House to mark the 100th anniversary of Mary’s wedding to Harry. So bare in mind I only have a picture of the first page in the display case!

It was sent during Queen Mary and King George’s tour as Prince and Princess of Wales on the Ophir that took them all around the world to Australia and South Africa and the like. It was sent for Princess Mary’s fourth birthday.

“Darling Baby Mary,

I hope these lines will reach you on your birthday and that you will spend a very happy day and have lots of pretty presents given you. Do you know that Papa and Mama often wish that you and David, Bertie and little Harry were with them on this large ship and seeing…”

[for-valour]

Happy Heavenly Birthday to Papa King George V, 158 today! (b. 03/06/1865)

I know you were so proud of Bertie, and Bertie was so devoted to continuing the duty you so diligently upheld. Hip, hip, hurrahs and the clinking of glasses, and lots of cake for 'Grandpa England' today!

Credits: Portrait.gov.au, Getty, Alamy.

[spiritundaunted]

Happy heavenly birthday to sweet darling Bertie- King George VI  - born on this day, December 14, 1895. 

I love everything about this man. From his sweet endearing smile and quirky little habits, to his bravery, humility and pluck in facing so many personal challenges in his life. To his earnest dedication to his people and to a job he never wanted, forever striving to contribute more. 

With his devastating handsomeness, his impeccable personal style, his heartfelt & tender love of his wife & daughters;  dear Bertie was the complete package, and a personal hero to me. 

Getting to know him through history has been one of the joys of my life. 🥰

[mirmidones]

i took an unfortunately long nap and dreamed sanremo24 had started but [really long dream under the cut]

to introduce it there was a small video of scientists from all over the world who came together to compare the machines they had made to cure this new mysterious parasite my highschool history teacher had mentioned to me in an instagram dm talking about how sleeping with my cat was giving me health problem bc of this parasite. anyways all the machines in the video had like 30 round little mirrors (i shall draw it for better understanding) and it was night and i guess there was the possibility this parasite was connected to the moon and people wanted to know bc being exposed to it was harmful and the scientists were like well actually who cares bc the moon is too pretty to hide from it what kind of life would we live if we hid from the moon. and then sanremo started and at first it was on tv and i was watching it from a bathtub and i texted lys @sybilhallward about it and they were like "yeah they got the funds and decided to anticipate it to january" and this news surprised and annoyed me bc 1 i had assumed i had simply lost the grasp on time and it was now sanremo time = february 2 now i had nothing to look forward to in the month of february. but let's proceed first there was a prerecorded sketch that starred either tananai or damiano david and some distorted half italian version of dua lipa (star guest) and they acted some sort of love story anyways it was painful to watch but it didn't last long. then suddenly i was sitting as a part of the audience in a half empty row pretty close to the stage. i saw ben @im-not-madeofchalk in the same row and we sat together and chatted about the show that was going on: the whole theatre had started to sing happy birthday to orietta berti, but then a much younger version of her was escorted to the stage from the audience and i guessed it was not orietta herself but her daughter, who was called something fiocchi. ben leaned over and let me know the daughter of orietta was a national star of volleyball and i said "i don't really give a shit but thank you" anyways x fiocchi was very annoyed she said she had been standing the whole time bc they wouldn't let her sit as there was no place to sit (it bears repeating, my row and a few others were almost empty). the professor who was accompanying her said "really? i found a seat just fine" and we all knew it was the stupidest thing to say to her and in fact she got angrier and made security escort out anyone who she saw laughing in the audience "and most importantly anyone who has messy hair bc it's gonna take me so long to undo this hairstyle once i get to work later so if i have to suffer so do you" and then i woke up, realized i had slept 4 hours and had some very ugly thoughts that i won't report. the end :)

anyways the machines were kinda like this ^

[battle-of-alberta]

happy birthday ed :) 228 this year

(i really should give him a silver chrome talus ball jacket)

in his hands are all the fucks he has to give this year - i tend to take out my spite and my sarcasm on ed in a similar but different way that I do with bertie so this year I need to be more conscious of the joys of hellberta so this is my start :)

oh and here’s a song for that vibe

original sketch below

[gunpowder-tim]

Happy birthday!!!!!

May all your Gunpowder be Timmed ;P and here's to another year of Bertie-posting ^-^

wahoo bertie posting