#happy 41st

[sunnysynthsunshine]

Happy Anniversary to The Young Ones!

The sitcom that changed British comedy (and my gender) where the fan community resulted in me meeting most of you

resulting in numerous fanfics, fanart and a fan-zine.

To British Comedy, this show paved the way for the themes to be more alternative and anti-establishment, to skyrocket the careers of Rik Mayall, Ade Edmondson and Nigel Planer.

Some characters can be read as queer-coded, becoming one of the big queer fan communities tied to British pop culture alongside Doctor Who and Sherlock.

Yet compared to them, tyo was niche, just like how it was in the realm of British television, there was no nuclear family unless you see the lads as the "found family" trope, just a bunch of chaotic unlikeable uni students causing havoc while having musicians play, the variety show style layout resulting in later shows like Family Guy using cutaway gags.

To Me, The Young Ones made me rediscover and re-evaluate myself, as I mocked characters like Rick for their weird behaviour I noticed some of those traits in myself, making the character help in making me adjust better socially while accepting the "good traits" I still share with him like our interest for 80s pop music and lefty activism.

Rick was what changed the trajectory of my gender, my vibe and my belief system, having been centrist in my teens, watching this show encouraged me to learn the historical context of 1980s Britain to see the horrible situations Thatcher put people through and noticing the parallels in my own generation with Teresa May and Liz Truss.

Vyvyan was also an awakening, I ended up befriending my pal @thrillbroswaggins due to this series and we connected over it

then via them, I found an amazing discord community of britcom fans all across the world, @scumbaganarchy , @shotsofnovacaine, @1863-project @st4r-sh1ne amongst many many others.

Through this series, I started learning more about Rik Mayall as an actor and his other work, I resonated a lot with some of his characters, resulting in loads of poetry and headcanons.

and on the Twitter side of the Britcom fandom sphere I met one of my best mates Holly, both being Performing Arts students at the time and still buddies 5 years later.

British Comedy is still something I'm incredibly passionate about and while I try to balance it with my other fixations, it holds a special place in my heart and continues to influence my creative projects

(such as my Rick Bratt drag routine for Cait's Laughathon for Eric Idle last year)

heres to TYO, for making comedy cool and punk, for making me figure out gender and for resulting in me meeting some of my best pals from around the world

you're all ruddy amazing!

[klauslovecaroline]

Happy 41st birthday Sam Winchester!

[viking-raider]

Cake & Minis - Cotton Candy Fluff

Summary-> It's just you and Henry for his birthday. But that's all right, the two of you have cake and Warhammer Minis.

Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count-> 1.1k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Nerdy Banter

Inspiration-> It's Henry's 41st Birthday! Happy Birthday, Puppy!

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

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“So, Birthday Boy, what do you want to do for your birthday?” You asked, as you sat at the kitchen table with Henry, sipping your cup of tea, while he sat across from you, browsing the Highlander Script.

“I don’t know, babe.” He frowned, brow creasing at the page he was on. “Most of my family won’t be able to come in for any sort of celebration until next week. So, it’s just you and me.” He said, setting the script aside. “We could go out somewhere, have dinner.”

You studied him, holding his gaze. “You don’t want to though, do you?” You asked, voicing the glint you saw in his blue eyes.

“Not really.” He confessed, chewing on his lip.

Something came to you. “I might have an idea.” You said, excusing yourself and went upstairs, retrieving the gift you’d gotten Henry for his forty-first trip around the sun. “Why don’t you go ahead and open that.” You suggested, handing over the wrapped box and taking up your seat again.

Henry carefully removed the wrapping paper and a grin instantly touched his lips. “The new Blood Angels Minis.” He chuckled, opening the box to examine the little gray pieces.

“I could start your birthday cake and we could assemble those bad boys.” You suggested, pressing your lips together, while cocking your head at him.

“You want to spend my birthday painting Warhammer Minis with me?” He asked, quite skeptical.

“Yeah, if you want to, that is?” You replied, wide eyed. “I could leave you to your own devices with them. It was just a suggestion, I’ll do anything you want for your day, Puppy.”

A soft smile touched his face. “I’d love to spend my birthday assembling and painting minis with you. Especially if there’s cake eating involved.” He laughed, touched that you would express an interest in one of his hobbies, even for a day or few hours.

“It’s a deal then!” You beamed, excited. “I’ll get everything for your cake going, why don’t you get everything for the Mini building set up, then I’ll join you!”

“Sounds like a plan.” Henry nodded, taking up the Minis and headed for his man cave, where he had a whole station for building and painting his Minis.

Henry hummed happily to himself, bustling about the room, pulling out plastic containers, zip-lock bags and cases of items that contained glue, tools, paints and brushes of all kinds to cut out the pieces, assemble and paint them. He meticulously laid everything out, ready for the two of you to start the long process of building the six Blood Angel figures. Once that was done, he joined you in the kitchen.

“All ready.” He smiled, finding you in the process of mixing the red velvet batter; his favorite cake. “Do you want any help?” He asked, moving around the island to stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head, slightly resting back against him. “You just mind yourself and I’ll bake this.” You told him, rocking side to side with him.

“Do I get to lick the spoon?” He smirked, nuzzling the side of your face.

“Mmm, I suppose so.” You answered, filling the cake pan with the batter, before holding the spoon up for him.

“Mmm.” Henry hummed, flicking his tongue out over the back of the utensil, collecting the rich-red batter. “Tasty, can’t wait to have a slice.”

“I’m sure.” You smiled, wiggling out of his arms to slide the dish into the pre-heated oven. “Mini building time!” You beamed, setting the timer and placing it on the island. “Let’s go, my God Emperor.”

“As you wish, my little Primarch.” Henry laughed, heading for his man cave with you. “I’m sure you’ll end up painting one of them to look like Chaplain Rafael.”

“Burn the Heretic! Kill the Mutant! Purge the Unclean!” You declared, quoting your beloved Chaplain from the Blood Angels Space Marines chapter. “I still mourn your death, Rafael! Baal will remember you forever!”

Henry snorted, shaking his head at you. “What a nerd.” He teased, sitting down at the table.

“And unashamed of it!” You replied proudly. “Right, where are we starting, Puppy?” You asked, looking over the laid out items.

“We need to free the little buggers.” He told you, picking up a pair of, what looked like, well used nail clippers. “These are sprue cutters.” He explained to you, picking up one of the templates of Blood Angels. “All you have to do is snip this little bit here and set the piece aside, once it’s free.” He smiled over at you, brows lifted to make sure you understood.

“Super easy.” You smiled back at him.

Henry laughed, shaking his head and held the cutters out to you with a template. “It’s the only easy part in building these things. Other than buying them.” He quipped, grabbing a second pair.

The two of you took your time freeing the Space Marines from their confines, enjoying being close to each other and the sunny day that trickled through the tall windows around the room. When the cake timer went off in the kitchen, you shuttled off to check on it, pulling it out and setting it up to cool, before returning.

“So, are we going for authentic original Blood Angel look for their paint or are we going freestyle?” You asked, the tip of your tongue pressed to the corner of your upper lip as you used the sharp edge of an exacto knife to smooth out the edges of where the piece had been attached to the template.

“Hmm.” Henry hummed, sitting back in his seat, doing the same task. “I do normally prefer the traditional look for them.” He said, studying the arm he had between his fingers. “How about this? You paint three of the six your way and I’ll paint the other six my way?” He suggested, a little smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Oooh.” You cooed, liking that idea. “You sure your perfectionism isn’t going to drive you nuts?”

“I’m sure.” He assured you. “I looked forward to it. Our little army.”

It was long and tedious work, but neither of you cared, especially not Henry. It filled him with a bubbly happiness to look across his Warhammer table to see you zoned in on gluing together a model, shifting its little body until you finally got it in the pose that satisfied you. You paused long enough at one point, to put the icing on his cake, slicing you both a piece and bringing it back to your work station, singing happy birthday to him.

“I hope your new trip around the sun is as memorable, healthy and successful as your previous.” You toasted him, placing a tender kiss to his curls as he blew out the candle you lit.

“As long as I have you and Kal on the journey with me,” Henry replied, pulling you into his lap. “I know it will be.” He smiled, kissing you on the lips.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

JOAN OF ARC + SAM WINCHESTER: POSTMODERN MARTYRS

Luc Besson, Joan of Arc (1999) | Panthéon, "Jeanne d'Arc ayant la vision de l'archange Michel" | 1.14, "Nightmare" | Anne Llewellyn Barstow, "Joan of Arc: Heretic, Mystic, Shaman" | Susan Visvanathan, "Representing Joan of Arc" | 2.13, "Houses of the Holy" | Robert Bresson, The Trial of Joan of Arc (1962) | John Everett Millais, "Joan of Arc" (1865) | 11.02, "Form and Void" | 1.11, "Scarecrow" |

This is incredibly self-indulgent, but there's an interesting comparison to be made here I think, between Joan as a cultural symbol and Sam as a variant on her. like her - his character also consists of ambiguities. He is both hero and monster/witch, saviour and pariah, transgressive while still fitting into the traditional mold of heroism. And because of their ambiguities, they're also both outsiders.

Joan is isolated because of her steadfast faith, and she's punished for it. She saves France as a young girl in men's clothes, hearing the voices of angels, and gets put on trial as a heretic by the very same Church that would later burn her at the stake. The very same institution to later saint her. Only in death does she get to become a holy martyr, no longer ambiguous. She is the hero with a thousand faces; Catholic saint, patriotic icon, queer symbol.

Unlike Joan, however, Sam's narrative is a horror story on failed martyrdom. He is the saint who never gets to die. His sacrifices never end in closure, not really. he's either stopped at the last moment, or retrieved from the depths of hell. He's denied the certainty that comes with dying, the nobility that comes with becoming immortalised as a memory. His faults are laid out on the altar, time and again, but he's not granted the crowning reprieve that death would afford him.

He holds onto hope and belief in others, clings onto faith in a higher power, whether that power be God or his family - his brother. He keeps faith in others in order to keep faith in himself. And he's let down over and over by that faith. His brother betrays him like a man; his visions come from a demon, the voice of God is really Lucifer in his ear. His own story turns on him like a pillory, trapping him before a jeering audience, unsympathetic to his suffering.

Sam, the heart of it all, more scapegoat than sacrificial lamb. In the end he only gets to exit the story by choosing to trust himself, and live.

[loki-is-an-ali3n]

On this day, 41 years ago, the first episode of the Alvin and the Chipmunks saturday morning cartoon aired on TV! 💕🎶‼️

This is also the anniversary of debut of The Chipettes as well! They were introduced in the very first episode :) 💕

[shiftythrifting]

[troupe-of-eldritch-horrors]

What brand make-up you use Jack, it slays btw you're killing it sweetie!

Jack: Oh, why thank you!

Jack: I usually use Maybelline and L'oreal, but I sometimes use others.

[royalchildreneurope]

Happy 41st Birthday to The Prince of Wales -June 21st 2023.

[haylie-spnfam4ever]

[thewales-family]

Wishing a very Happy 41st Birthday to The Prince of Wales ❤️ -June 21st 2023.

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

Catherine Elizabeth, what can I say? I won't be q u i t e as soppy as last year (it was a special birthday after all!) but you saved my life and I can never shut up about it. It has been an honour to follow you and your work over the past decade or so and you've introduced me to passions I never knew I had. I haven't really said it before but I genuinely have so much fun royal watching and editing photos and being a part of this community (most of the time) and that wouldn't have happened without you so thank you. I hope you enjoy your 41st birthday and have the most incredible year. You deserve it!

HAPPY 41ST BIRTHDAY KMIDDY

[klauslovecaroline]

Happy birthday Jared Padalecki!

[henry-cavs-tudor]

Happy 41st Birthday Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill!

Have a very happy birthday, and spend it with your loved ones on this very special day Henry!💖💖💖 May 5, 2024

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

Needless to say, The Young Ones is a very special show to me. If I ever become a published writer under any medium, you can all hold this show morally responsible.

[brokethedrawer]

Happy 41st birthday to The Hurting, Tears For Fears' debut album! It was released on 7 March 1983, and (in its 2nd week) reached #1 on the U.K. charts.

I didn't hear it for the first time until 2021 (with the exception of "Mad World"), but I was entranced from the start. It's a no-skips album for me.

Roland and Curt talk frequently about how the album still resonates with young fans because they, themselves, were young when the wrote and recorded it.

But . . . it touches a lot more than just younger fans. It has touched me. This album came into my life at a time when I was barely hanging on, and has it has helped me keep going on some very dark days.

It is my sincere wish that, despite how the band sometimes distances themselves from the themes, lyrics, and production values of The Hurting, that they understand the immense impact it has had on listeners. Their music, then and now, saves lives.

[thebluemage]

HAPPY 41st BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN STAN!! 🥳🎉🎉❤️