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beatleswings · 2 years
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LINDA McCARTNEY (née EASTMAN) taking photos in THE BEATLES: GET BACK PART 1.
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Micky: On the count of three, say your favorite cake flavor. One, two, three—
Micky and Davy, in perfect unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!
Peter: Our turn Mike! One, two, three— Vanilla!
Mike, deadpan: I don’t like cake.
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dessypanayotova · 3 months
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He followed his dream and became the 👑 KING OF ROCK N ROLL 💕🤗
BIG LOVE ❤️ Happy heavenly birthday, E 🫂
#elvis #birthday #myart
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classycookiexo · 1 year
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Happy Heavenly Birthday 💕
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vierss-herondale · 1 year
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Happy Birthday, Jace Herondale !!!
To the golden boy! 💛 To the book character that made me rise my love standards maybe a little too much and who taught me that no matter how broken me might feel, we can always heal, we can learn to love again and with our whole heart. That the love from our family and friends is one of the most beautiful and powerful things we can have 💕 And that family is not blood, it's the people who have our backs. Who taught me to be brave and strong for the people we love, but that it's okay to be vulnerable too. That you can be a warrior and an artist and a nerd, everything at the same time. And the most important thing that he taught me: that we can overcome our traumas, we can heal from the pain caused to us and grow to be a good person ♥️🗡️🎹🦁
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Jace’s eyes danced, and Clary felt that familiar surge inside her chest, that pull she had felt since the first time she’d ever seen him. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she’d fallen in love with Jace, but there had always been something about him that reminded her of a lion, a wild animal unfettered by rules, the promise of a life of freedom. Never “I can’t,” but always “I can.” Always the risk and the surety, never the fear or the question. —Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Many people hates Jace, but he has a special place in my heart for everything he taught me while reading his books in my teens. A broken child who grew up to be a happy man, I hope Cassie gives him his happy ending with the love of his life when the last book it's written 🥺♥️
Moodboard for the king’s birthday cause I still have no skills 😌💛
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madarasgirl · 1 year
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Twin Flames- Chapter 3
“You can build another home with me.”
“Sugar daddy” Madara x Nurse!Reader
I heard people enjoy Izuna. Please have some more of him 💕. They were supposed to meet anyways. Happy early birthday Izuna! @margretesonigiri
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Warnings: romance, flirting, teasing, bratty brother Words: 3905
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“Izuna. You will be tactful tonight. You will not torment Y/N.” A deep voice sounded through the room, commanding the other man.
The younger brother almost busted out in laughter. “Yes, yes. I’ll behave myself. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your sweetheart,” he snickered cheekily.
“Your opinions are valued when kept to yourself. No one cares for them.” Madara glared disapprovingly at his younger brother. He wondered if it was worth bringing Izuna. “You are only here because Y/N wanted to see you.”
“Aw she cares about me more than your disdain for my presence! You should be careful. Maybe she’ll fall for my good looks when she sees it next to your sour puss! That must be why you didn’t want me here.” He lay fresh slices of a white fish in neat rows on a plate.
A knife chopped hard into the cutting board. You had suggested hot pot for tonight’s dinner, a traditional Japanese winter food, then stated it’s too much for only two people, so more should be invited, people like Izuna. You were excited to see his how his brother was doing.
“You can be at ease niisan. I won’t harass Y/N, she helped save me after all,” Izuna started sweetly. “You on the other hand…” Fair game.
You’d offered to arrive early to assist with the food preparation, but Madara declined, stating they were the hosts and it was okay for you to come closer to meal time. He needed to talk sense into his little brother first.
Madara glowered at Izuna. “Hn. I can handle myself. You should worry about humiliating yourself.”
The bell chimed and Madara went to answer it, his scowl dropping upon seeing you, replaced by a small tilt of the lips. “Y/N,” he nodded, “Come on in.” He moved to help you with your heavy winter coat.
“Madara! Hi! It smells heavenly in here. What are you preparing? By the way, I brought the whiskey you like.” You handed the loot to him and craned your neck to give him a peck to the lips after he turned back to you. Madara blinked. “Is Izuna already here?”
“Good evening Y/N. We’re just about finished getting everything ready.” Izuna appeared from the other side of the foyer, a knowing look on his face as he wiped his hands on the front of an apron.
“Izuna! It’s great to see you again! I’m so happy you’re well.” You smiled at Izuna, holding out your hand to him in greeting.
“The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for your care back then. I’m glad to be able to see you again too.” Izuna took your hand, but then pulled you towards him in a hug, his gaze soft. I hope this works out between you and niisan. He saw the changes in his brother over the past months since being with you. He suspected even others who weren’t as familiar with Madara as he was could see as well. Calmer, more willing to talk, happy. Your presence in Madara’s life was a soothing balm to him. “He talks about you all the time.”
You straightened, not expecting such a warm welcome, then relaxed and returned Izuna’s embrace. You were conscious of already feeling relaxed around Izuna, a stark difference from the nervous wreck you were on that first date with Madara months ago. “I hope those are only good things he says.”
“Only compliments, Y/N.” Izuna gave you a wink.
Madara led you and Izuna back to the kitchen, his hand unconsciously on the small of your back as if you didn’t know where the kitchen was. “Have a look. I think you’ll enjoy the menu tonight,” Madara said to you.
A stove was built into the dining table, the large pot on top already simmering. You spotted carrots, mushrooms, and tofu poking through the broth surface. The table was covered in plates of thinly sliced meats and seafood of every variety. Several sake glasses were laid out in waiting with inarizushi and other small dishes to the side.
A mixture of fresh, simple ingredients boiled together in perfect harmony, bringing forth a mouth-watering fragrance that saturated the air as the food cooked. It wasn’t too heavy at all. Madara asked what you wanted and served you first. Once the pot was mostly emptied, he placed the next round of meat to cook, keeping an eye out if you required anything.
“Cheers!” The trio of you clapped your sake glasses together and sipped. You thanked them for inviting you tonight to share this meal.
Madara plopped a piece of inarizushi in his bowl. “There is no need to thank us Y/N. It should be Izuna thanking us for inviting him over tonight.” He gave Izuna a sideways look.
Izuna snorted. “The more, the merrier. Do you not know the first rule of hot pot?”
“It probably isn’t to scoop all the meat for yourself.”
“It’s not my fault you only eat stuffed tofu.”
“Hn. I suppose someone needs more meat on the bones.”
You looked back and forth, then plucked a piece of that yummy white fish, which you learned was Pacific cod, and ate it. You sat back for the show.
The feast continued with shots fired in both directions. The roasts were getting spicy! You glanced between the brothers again, unable to suppress a giggle. If Madara and Izuna continued, you wouldn’t be shocked if they started spitting fire at each other!
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A temporary truce was called for clean-up to happen. You were pleasantly surprised with this other side of Madara, never expecting him to be so silly when his brother was around. It was endearing and you’d love to do this again.
The leftovers were packed and you helped Izuna with rinsing the dishes before loading the dishwasher. You insisted on pre-washing the more heavily soiled plates before placing them in the machine. You had trouble with the cap on the new bottle of dishwashing detergent.
“Madara? Could you help me open this?” You asked, looking across the room at him.
It was only a second, but when he didn’t come over at once, Madara noticed Izuna giving him the hairy eyeball, as if daring him to tell Izuna to help instead since he was closer. The look plainly stated, Brother, you’re so dumb. Madara wordlessly made his way over to the sink where you were. He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you to grasp the bottle, and twisted it open. “You’re welcome,” he whispered against your ear before disappearing back to where he was, leaving you bashful while Izuna tried to stifle his laugh and failed miserably.
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Within the quiet setting of this spacious retreat in the sky, the mood was anything but tranquil. You played a strategic board game with Madara and Izuna while the brothers continued to abuse each other. Placing your tokens, you only realized your error after your turn ended. You scowled at yourself. Madara took out several of Izuna’s units, but agreed to an amiable trade more beneficial to you than himself.
“You two are like a gang,” Izuna complained, “picking on me constantly. There‘s no chance for me this game. I am green with envy for your relationship, but I’m afraid I might have the runs if niisan keeps coming after me.”
“Hmm like this green tea mousse cheesecake we’re having.” You mentioned offhandedly, savouring the delicious taste of your slice.
Madara stared incredulously at your comment. He didn’t need to hear your analogy, only to remember your profession and how you enjoyed these tasteless jokes at times.
You cackled at his expression. “Is the great Madara scared of a bit of poop?"
“We are having dessert.”
"So? I can still eat. What about you Izuna? How's your appetite?"
"I could eat your share too niisan. It’s a great cake," came the cheeky reply.
Madara's lip twitched. You weren’t this willful when you were alone with him. Fantastic, now there were two adult rascals he must supervise. “Izuna, I’m taking you out.”
The game ended with Madara on top, you in the middle, and Izuna losing after having most of his army annihilated by Madara. The victor was exceedingly satisfied with himself. And full of contentment, having spent the night with his two most cherished people in his home, even if one of them was annoying. Too bad he cared for his brother so much.
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“You can use my bedroom tonight. Izuna and I will stay in other rooms.” Madara opened the walk-in and led you inside. “I bought you clothes in case you stay over so you won’t have to wear mine again. We can get more.”
“Madara! You’re doing it again. I brought my own clothing for the night you know.”
He bent down and took your lips, hands coming to your hips to hold you close.
“This isn’t nearly enough. I should be doing more for you,” he murmured against your lips.
Leaning into him, you kissed back with your palms to his pecs, accepting his embrace and the gift, deciding the clothes were a minor concession in the grand scheme of things, then stepped away to shower. Left to yourself, you thought back to how life used to be utterly mundane. The same things, day in and day out. Now you appreciated even the most ordinary, most boring parts of daily life which became colourful and exciting if it was with Madara by your side. It was like the sun broke the horizon and you finally saw the world’s spectacular kaleidoscope of colours in vivid detail for the first time. It was blinding. It was beautiful. Like the night was painted over with dazzling sun.
Exiting the washroom, you saw that Madara was still in the main bedroom with you, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your heart jumped. Izuna is here! And there’s no door! He looked thoughtful.
“Y/N, I have something else for you. Please accept it.” He held up something shiny that jingled. You gasped. The keys to the penthouse.
“You can use this condo whenever you want.” He looked around. “Change whatever you want too, make it yours. I’ve been arranging the paperwork to change the ownership to your name. You just have to sign when they’re ready. It’s yours.”
You were initially speechless. “I –Madara. This is way too much. I already told you no more of these extravagant gifts! I can’t take this.” It’s a penthouse. Downtown. Was Madara insane? This property was worth millions.
His dark eyes bore into you.
“If this is about my role in helping Izuna, stop. I was just one of many. It was my job. I’m not some angel or anything that pure if you see me that way. I’m often not even a good Samaritan.”
Madara’s eyes closed. He knew you would refuse him. He felt disturbingly vulnerable during these moments when he was forced to voice his unfathomable emotions, but he would push through for you. He needed you to understand. “What’s between us is no longer about Izuna.”
“I already have a home. I don’t need another place to live,” you continued.
“This place is much closer to your hospital and school than yours. The commute will be easier on you and you won’t be nearly as tired. I can arrange to have food ready and cleaning too. Let me take care of you. You can build another home with me.” He brushed your face with the back of his fingers and looked at you tenderly.
You stared back helplessly, tears rising to the surface again. But you wouldn’t let them fall this time. Why was he so good to you? Hugging him tightly, you buried your face in his muscled chest, his arms snaking around you to return the hold.
"I will accept the keys, but not the papers." Thank you for everything you do.
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Several days later, you were ending your shift by giving your chemically paralyzed patient a bed bath so he was freshened up for the next nurse. Everything else was already done: extra bags of paralyzing agents and several other medication drips mixed, fluid balances, and documentation completed. The dressings were changed much earlier. After many transfusions and the bedside bronchoscopy, the blood gas values finally improved and he was more stable than in the morning.
Starting at the chest, you scrubbed with medicated wipes, ensuring you got between all the dips and folds on the body, letting them dry before you draped the body with the new gown. You made your way to the legs and did the same, then came back to the crotch with plain bath wipes.
Erk! You had to spend a lot of time scrubbing this man’s cheesy glans, lamenting how so many people even among healthcare workers didn’t know how to wash a dick properly. It gave foreskin a bad reputation that saddened you. You huffed, briefly wondering what Madara looked like in his birthday suit before banishing the thought instantly. It was fortunate you were still required to wear a face mask at work –no one who happened to walk in could see the evidence of your inopportune reverie.
With the shift over, you changed and headed to the pickup with Jasna at your side as you caught up.
“Y/N, I didn’t see you all day. Did you have a good shift?” she said.
“The guy was sick, but it was steady the whole day when I wasn’t on break. Manageable. No catastrophic workload where I had to worry if I might kill someone by accident. Yours?” You responded. It’s been weeks since you worked together, and your unit was such a huge ICU that even when you do, you might not be in each other’s vicinity or see each other.
“Wasn’t bad either, surprisingly. When I received report this morning, I was expecting much worse, but it was just a long series of small annoyances today. Are you still seeing Madara? Any new developments?” She lived vicariously through you.
You offered her a sheepish grin. “I think we’re officially dating now. Even went to his house recently for hot pot to celebrate the New Year and saw Izuna too.”
“Wow look at you! Dating Madara! How did he ask you?” Jasna wrapped an arm around your shoulders, eager to hear more, certain it must be an excellent story.
“Umm, it was a strange day when we were celebrating his birthday on Christmas Eve. Look, he’s here. I have to go now. Bye!” You weren’t going to divulge how Madara talked about seeing inside you, even if it was Jasna. Nope, no way. She would take the conversation in another direction. You slipped out of her grasp and rushed over to Madara.
“Hey wait! I’ll get it out of you eventually,” she snickered. “Have a great night Y/N.”
There he was waiting in the warmth of his car, arms crossed as he watched you in contemplation. Madara observed your spirited, carefree interaction with your colleague, who looked familiar to him. Must be another nurse. It was a stark contrast to your anxiety around him when you first started seeing each other. It had been upsetting when you were stressed from being with him and he didn’t know how to convey to you to relax. Although you remained periodically tense in his presence, he felt encouraged by your growing willingness to seek his touch and banter with him.
He stepped out of his car to open the door for you, nodding at this other nurse in greeting as she passed. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her head bobbed before she wished him goodnight and rushed off. You tittered to yourself at Jasna’s reaction to Madara. It was sweet of him to offer to pick you up, even if tonight’s restaurant was a close walk. He refused to let you freeze in this weather.
The short drive was pleasant. Madara inquired about your day, his hand comfortably resting on yours as you recalled to him several funny moments today while he chuckled quietly.
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You caught yourself rambling during dinner and reminded yourself to slow down, even if Madara didn’t interrupt you. You were a grown ass woman with your own place and a job, but still Madara managed to make you feel like a starry-eyed teenager! Feeling silly, you asked him how he was. You were adequately self-aware to realize before today that you gushed at times in your attempts to fill the silence. But despite being acquainted with the major facts about Madara, you didn’t know nearly as many details about him after he shut you down the first time you inquired. It was difficult to convince Madara to speak about himself.
“Hn. Business as usual, although there is an upcoming conference that’ll span several weeks. I’ll be in Japan.” Madara stared pointedly at you to memorize your features as if he’d never see you again. “It’s hosted by the Senju family. They’re prolific builders of all sorts of property, maybe you’ve heard of Senju Hashirama?”
“Never heard of him. Is he famous?” You asked innocently.
Madara chuckled in delight, amused how outside so-called elite circles, regular people were quite unaware of the dealings between the upper echelons of society, even if the Senju family was almost like royalty in their field. The Senju weren’t the worst of them, but wherever big money was, the rich found a way to get themselves involved.
“You’re not missing much. He’s a buffoon.”
“Oh! It’s him!” You giggled, remembering Madara’s uncharacteristic ranting during a previous call following his heated day.
For the Uchiha, they were involved in a plethora of blade-related industries. Their luxury knives, weaponry, and cutting equipment sales were a minor source of income, however successful they were. The real money was from owning the mines where construction materials and quality ores for industrial metals came from and sourcing these vital materials to industries around the world. And knowing how to invest in these resources and other stocks.
“If it’s a property development conference, why will you be there?” You dabbed your lips with the napkin under Madara’s intense scrutiny.
He smiled at you. “Construction requires ample raw materials and cutting equipment, both of which we provide. There’ll be parts dedicated solely to research and innovation for those topics.”
You sighed in disappointment. Another few weeks without Madara. “It seems we spend more time apart than we see each other. I hope you have a successful conference.” You were unable to resist pouting.
The warmth that spread through him at your confession was unstoppable. He gave you a smug look. “It seems as if you’re already missing me, well before I’ve even left.”
“Of course I’ll miss you! I mean, I won’t! I mean… yes, oh, I don’t know!” You blabbed until you stopped yourself in dismay. “You’re riling me up on purpose!”
Look at him! Elbow to the table, squishing his cheek on his fist as he smirked at your expense! He thoroughly enjoyed causing your embarrassment in public!
Madara threw his head back and belly laughed in earnest, the smooth tone reverberating and shaking you to the core. He reached across the table to scoop up your fingertips in his hand. “I apologize Y/N for your distress, but that was much too good to pass up.” He grinned as his eyes twinkled.
“Hmph.” You maintained your air of mock indignance. “Keep it up and I won’t let you drop me off at home. Remind you you’re not being a gentleman tonight.”
“Oh? Here I thought you enjoyed the heated seats in my car.”
Darn, outed. “A little chill will help clear my head of any misplaced longing for you and your teasing ways. The subway is always an option.”
His eyes scanned your face, entertaining your words with the grin still plastered to his. “I can keep you comfortable though,” he purred. You shuddered, not missing the double meaning. Your eyes almost crossed as you gaped at him. Definitely not a gentleman tonight.
Quickly recovering, you rolled your eyes at him and asked, “Have you ever even taken the subway before?” You doubted this fancy man would enjoy the proximity of hundreds of strangers at any time of day.
“No.” Just as you thought, you smiled while shaking your head.
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The bill came, after you and Madara ‘made up,’ not that there were hard feelings from the back and forth earlier. He had backed off and let your mortification die.
“Here.” You waved the server over. Madara’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting the bill?”
He frowned deeply at the prospect of you treating him for dinner. “What man allows that?” He took the receipt from the server.
"Lots of couples take turns. You are so traditional! Are you from the Stone Ages?!" You tried to snatch the small paper back, but Madara had longer arms and he held it from you.
Madara liked when you challenged him, but not on this. He wouldn’t allow this. He spoke before thinking.
"I wasn't aware this is how the sugar daddy dynamic worked." He stated flatly, distraught by your actions and sentiment, however well-intentioned, the strong desire to care for you overwhelming. He was also the one with greater means after all.
You stiffened. Sugar daddy. Right, that was how you met.
You implored him to at least let you buy your own share of dinner. You needed to.
“No. It is my duty to provide for you.”
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His words hurt, even if you didn’t let on how much they affected you. You and Madara never acknowledged the fact you met on a sugar dating site. The development of your relationship seemed genuine and organic. Perhaps it was awkward to start, but it had grown into something warm and natural. At times he was difficult to read, but you knew this man was kind and caring behind his seemingly indifferent exterior. Being with Madara brought you greater joy than most things. It wasn’t like either of you felt the need to even assign a definitive label to what you had.
Madara’s words were a painful reminder of the imbalance in this relationship, even if he once mentioned you were equals and had been very good to you from the start. How could you be equals when you hailed from completely different upbringings and worlds?
The roads were icy, your breathing creating puffs of fog with every exhale before you settled in the car. Naturally, Madara was driving you home. He insisted, and you craved his company. He looked slightly tense, but didn’t seem he was aware of your brooding.
“I’d like to invite you to a formal party next weekend. It’s a gathering with another major metal-working company in the province.” He glanced at you briefly, once again bringing his hand to seek physical contact with yours as he completed a left turn. It was a high-end formal event, but in his mind, still considered a minor party without the biggest industrial players in the world. Madara thought you might be interested.
You were staring at your feet when he asked. Would you belong? You peered over at your man longingly, chest tightening. Your hand flipped around to clutch his properly.
“I will be there.”
~To be continued~
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Notes:
This chapter 3 got long, so I cut it in two.
I’m of the group who thinks the S/O is initially more smitten than Madara, but he falls way harder. “Acts of Service” is his main love language, so he’s quite preoccupied with taking care of her. Madara doesn't do half-assed measures. It’s over for Madara, even if he hasn’t said the words yet. He’s hers 💖
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cluelesspigeons · 1 year
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Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. And if not, happy holidays in general!! I hope you all have an amazing time no matter what 💕
🎄Breakfast in bed🎄
A drarry drabble
Before he even opened his eyes, a smile was already blooming on his face. The room was filled with rays of winter sun falling through the cracks between the curtains. The smell of freshly made food came underneath the closed door. And the warmth of the blankets surrounding him like a cocoon felt heavenly against his soft skin.
It was Christmas.
The most amazing time of the year. With strings of light decorating the streets and snowflakes dancing around in the cold winter air, it almost felt like a fairy tale. And Draco absolutely loved it.
Throwing the covers away, Draco crawled out of bed and put on one of those ugly Christmas sweaters Molly always made every year. He walked out their room and down the stairs. The hardwood floor was cold against his bare feet.
He found Harry standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and brewing fresh coffee. He was only wearing his boxers and one of those ridiculous aprons Blaise had given him for his birthday a few years ago. Honestly, who would want to wear an apron with This Is My Gaypron on it?
Harry looked up at the sound of Draco entering the kitchen. “Oh, you’re already awake?”
Draco huffed, rolling his eyes as he came to stand next to Harry. He placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good morning to you, too.”
Placing the knife he was using to chop some mushrooms down on the counter, Harry turned to Draco and put his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. “Sorry, love,” he said, his voice low. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”
“Really?” Draco raised his eyebrows. With both of them working full time jobs they hadn’t really had time for themselves, let alone breakfast in bed.
“Yeah. Since we’re both home now and it’s Christmas, I thought—”
But Draco shook his head, making Harry stop. “No, no. It’s okay.” He pulled away from Harry. “I’ll just… go back to bed and pretend this never happened. We can still eat breakfast in bed.”
Harry laughed, his shoulders shaking with mirth. “You’re unbelievable,” he said as he came closer to Draco again. He lifted one hand to cup the side of Draco’s face. “But Merlin, it makes me love you even more.”
Their lips met somewhere in the middle, coming together in a soft and sweet kiss. Draco couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. “Merry Christmas, Harry,” he mumbled against Harry’s mouth.
Harry’s answering smile was just as bright, if not brighter, than Draco’s. “Merry Christmas, my love.”
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IT IS ❤️MY❤️ DEAREST, LOVELIEST, MEGA FANTASTIC, SURREAL, ETHEREAL, HEAVENLY, TRANQUIL, COMFORTING HOMETOWN HAMAR'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!💘💝💖💗💓💞💕 (It Is In Norway) MY SACRED AND BELOVED HAMAR IS TURNING 175 YEARS OLD TODAY, EVEN THO IT HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN THERE SINCE THE 1100s!!!!!!! (It got Its city rights 175 years ago)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PERFECT/FLAWLESS HOMETOWN HAMAR!!!!!!!!!! I would never ever love another place aka other than my precious place where I genuinely belong. 🫠😭🥹🥺 People from my hometown are MY SWEETHEARTS. Love and my passion for my hometown Is what led me to who I am and where I am today! It led me Into eden and taught me freedom!!! 🫡😭🥹🥳💘💘💘💘💘💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💞💞💞💞💞💞🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌
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jake-g-lockley · 2 years
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The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 3: Onward!
Parings: Steven Grant x femdesi!Reader
Warnings: More innuendos, swearing ofc, Khonshu being considerate (very out of character innit, he just wants his boy to get some), Jake being Jake again :)
Word Count: 3 k
Chapter summary: Birthday with Steven
Taglist: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @obsessedwadonis
Chapter 2 | Chapter 4
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P.S. This is the song that inspired a part of this chapter. If you know this song, you know whats coming 💕
Moon Boys’ POV
Steven was early. He was in the elevator going up to Y/N’s flat, clutching a bouquet of pure white roses and a box of fresh scones from the bakery near his flat, wearing his black button-up shirt, dress pants, and his favorite Doc Martens. He glanced at the reflection beside him where Marc looked on, the frown on his face pronounced. 
Marc wanted to take control of the body but since Steven fell for Y/N first, it was only fair that he would front on her special day. Jake was nowhere in the headspace, still silent from the night before, which made Steven slightly grateful as he could safely avoid Jake’s ‘advice’. 
Steven stepped out of the elevator and walked slowly towards Y/N’s flat. He hoped that she would be awake by now. The aromatic smell was the first thing that hit him as he crossed the corridor. Spices mixed with the heavenly scent of jasmine filled his nose and he breathed in deeply. He hesitates, glancing at his watch again.
”Come on man, just knock.” Marc said impatiently in his head. 
Steven rapped the door softly and called out “Heya, it's me, Steven!” He quickly hid the flowers behind him as Y/N swung the door open, slightly perplexed. 
Everything in Steven’s mind was going in slow motion and he was mesmerized and frozen to the spot. She was wearing a kurti top and her leggings, her forehead was covered in delicate beads of sweat and her hair was neatly braided. Her earrings swayed with the momentum of her movement and she had the biggest smile on her face. He snaps out of his daze and greets her with an ear to ear grin. 
“Steven! You’re really early. So sorry, I’m still cooking, come in!” She said, looking slightly flustered.
Before Steven could apologize, she squealed “AHH MY THOSAI” and ran to the stove. 
Steven chuckled at the chaos he was witnessing and set the flowers aside to remove his shoes. He had never been to Y/N’s place before. 
It was a modest place, decorated with enough plants to resemble a little rainforest. Just like his place, there were books everywhere and little trinkets scattered amongst the free spaces. 
Y/N was almost twirling around her little kitchen, multitasking between the flat pan and the large pot on her stove. She flipped her last thosai onto a plate beside the stove and turned back to Steven, beaming. 
”Please, make yourself at home, Steven.” She beamed. “I made this spread thinking-” her mouth dropped as she finally noticed the big bouquet of flowers behind him on the table. 
“Woah Steven! Who’s the lucky woman? Or man, I mean, don’t judge.” She stutters a little, grinning. 
“Um, well, uhh, they’re for you, actually. I got you some scones from the bakery too. Happy Birthday Y/N!” Steven said, smiling doppily, holding them in front of her. She stared at the items in front of her, head bowed slightly.
Silence filled the room. Steven swore he could feel the atmosphere drastically change and it certainly wasn’t the giant dead bird that followed him around which just settled on Y/N’s couch. 
“You knew it was my birthday and you got me flowers?” She whispered, head still bowed so Steven couldn’t catch the expression she was making. 
“Uhm, yea sorry about that Y/N, I know you didn't tell me when your birthday was but I saw your file a while ago and I noted down your birthday and I’m so sorry for invading-” she cut him off and swung her arms around his waist, pulling him in for a tight hug, trying not to crush the flowers that he was holding in his outstretched arms. 
Steven froze for a second as his heart gave way but he regained sanity and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, chin nestled onto the crown of her head. 
“They are beautiful, Steven, thank you, you shouldn’t have gone through the trouble.” she mumbled after letting him go. 
“And not let my best friend have the best birthday ever? Never!” Steven pouted playfully. 
“Best friend? Ugh, hermano, you need to pick up the pace.” Jake spoke up in the head space. 
Jake should shut up. But he’s right.
Y/N gestures for him to sit down as she begins to plate up a delicious bowl of food for him. Steven’s always loved Y/N’s cooking and she would always insist on bringing him something to eat when they were working late. 
Her food tasted so homely, like each and every morsel was made with ounces of love. Every mouthful was filled with cascading flavors that his taste buds couldn’t fully appreciate unless he had more. 
Her food also made Marc sad sometimes, reminiscent of the times where their mother would cook for them. It pained Steven too but the look of appreciation on Y/N’s face wrapped itself like little secure bandages around their resented past. 
She slowly poured steaming tea into little copper cups and sat down with a small huff. 
“So, Y/N, what do you usually do on your birthday?” Steven said, his hands curled around the warmth of the copper cup. 
Y/N hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.
“Ok I know this is going to sound a little dumb, but I usually sit around watching movies maybe with some snacks.” she says, not making eye contact, and instead picks at her thosai.
“Hmm, I don’t like the sound of that. How about we try something new, if you're up for it, of course, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Steven says, setting down the cup to grab her hand. 
“THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!” Jake yells in Steven’s head, making him wince slightly. 
“Oooo, hand holding, I hope you’re using protection.” Marc said, sarcasm evident in his voice as he quoted Phoebe. 
Y/N stiffens slightly but then she softens and relaxes her hand into Steven’s. 
“What do you have in mind?” She says, barely a whisper. 
“Umm, well, have you gone to that new aquarium that had reopened by the River Thames? If you haven’t, and you’re interested, we could go?” Steven whispered back, leaning closer to her.
Her eyes widened slightly and a big smile dazzled her face. 
“Sure! I’d love to go there.” she says, the delight in her voice making Steven float with happiness. 
They quickly finished breakfast as they chatted about a new artifact that the museum had just ordered and after a few cups of tea, Y/N skipped away to get ready. 
As the sound of the water from the shower hitting the floor fills the small flat, Steven took the chance to give Marc and Jake a piece of his mind. 
“Look Marc, Jake! I don't need you lads yelling ‘Ten points to Gryffindor!’ each time I make the correct move with her, yea? I love you lads a lot, but it's getting hard to focus, having an audience inside your head.” Steven grumbles at the mirror that is closest to him. 
“Not the only thing that's getting hard, apparently.” Jake countered, smirking. 
“Mate, I swear I will throw us out of the flat’s window if you don’t quit it with your shite.” Steven said again, his voice slightly higher than he had intended it to be. Marc was silent and Steven could tell that he was not having a great time today. 
Steven pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He really did mean it, he loved his boys to bits, but he would rather hit them with a cricket bat than risk losing his chance with Y/N.  
He sighed and picked up a book from Y/N’s stockpile to distract him from his current torment. A chapter in, Steven was brought back to reality by the sound of soft footsteps padding the wooden floor. Steven fumbled and tried to keep his jaw drop with the sight in front of him. 
Y/N was wearing a stark white maxi dress with her favorite worn-down denim jacket and she had accessorized with her usual oxidized silver jewelry. Two of the roses from the bouquet he had bought adorned her hair that she had tied into her signature braid, with wispy tendrils of her locks framing her face. 
He watches as she kneels down at her little altar by the window, putting her hands together and closing her eyes, the same way she did the first time he saw her many months ago. She then dipped the tip of her ring finger in a pot filled with white holy ash, and dragged it into a small white line over the pottu that she would always wear. 
She got up, grabbed her boots and turned to look at Steven, flashing him a pearly white smile.
“Alright, I’m ready. Shall we go now?” she asked.
Steven snapped out of it and nodded. “Onwards, birthday girl!” 
☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Your POV
You really didn’t deserve to be in the same space as him. Which god decided that it was a good idea to make a man this perfect?
You watch on as Steven performs a little magic trick for the baby that was in front of you in the queue. The little creases at the corner of his eyes as he giggles with the baby constricted your heart with such force that you had to remind yourself to breathe. For you, his presence alone illuminated like a strong beam of light in the darkest corner of your world. 
No one had given you a present in years and your parents always deemed you as unworthy of presents, sometimes not even remembering that it was your birthday. The fact that Steven had sneakily knew about your birthday and bought you flowers made you feel extra special. Now that you think of it, he could have brought you a piece of string and you would have taken it in a heartbeat.
There were instances where you thought about spending the rest of your life with Steven. Going to the library together, eating breakfast together, working together through late hours of the night at the museum, coming home to a movie and hot dinner with nothing else to care about except about themselves in their little world.
But you would always shake your head at the thought, it somehow just seemed irrational to you that someone as sublime as Steven Grant would want to spend the rest of his living days with someone like you. But you couldn’t stop your heart from yearning and aching from all of his tiny sweet nothings. You really liked Steven and there was absolutely nothing you could do to push the bubbling feelings away. 
You were glad that you agreed to go to the aquarium. You loved the ocean, both it’s calm and it's chaos plus, you were curious about the creatures that grazed its depths. You had your polaroid camera with you and you wanted to capture every single thing you saw while actively listening to Steven as he animatedly talked about every single deep sea wildlife.
While many of the people had stuck to the tour group, you and Steven had wandered off and found a secluded section of the aquarium. It was so serene, only the distant, muted sound of people talking. You watch as a little tiger shark swims in little circles at the glass next to you. 
Suddenly, you feel Steven hand brush yours and you feel a small jolt. You both stared straight ahead into the depths of the aquarium for a while until you realized that you were struggling to take in a whole lungful of air. 
He hooked his left pinky finger with your right pinky finger and you could feel the energy around you and Steven shift significantly. It was as if the quiet was preparing itself for a crescendo, for something to happen quite literally out of the blue. 
“Did you know, tiger sharks don’t do that well in captivity.” Steven’s whisper cuts through the tension like a newly forged blade. “I think they should be in the wild, away from peoples eyes, free. Free to do whatever they please, free to live.”
You turned to him and found that he was already looking at you, pupils blown, the blue lights tinting his skin and making it glow lightly. You search his eyes for the very thing that you’ve been looking for for a long time. His right hand reaches out to touch your cheek, this thumb caressing your jaw and you can’t help but to close your eyes, savoring the touch. 
If your heart was running fast earlier when he touched your hand back in the flat, it was quite certainly running a literal marathon now. Probably doing a fucking backflip too. 
“Can I kiss you?” Steven whispers again, his face too close for you to say no.
“Didn’t think you’d ask.” You whispered back with a smile.
His lips crashed into yours and you felt like you had just combust into flames, all the yearning of before being shared between the both of you. The butterflies in your stomach were threatening to tear up your insides as your hands lightly grabbed Steven’s face, holding him onto you as if he was your source of oxygen. His own hand had left your face and his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You both pulled away at the same time, but stayed close, breathing in each other’s air, foreheads pressed against each other, chests rhythmically heaving to the same beat. After the both of you calmed from your highs, you pulled away to take a good look at Steven. 
The poor man was blushing hard, despite his sudden boost of confidence a mere second ago and you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, trying to hide your own burning cheeks.
“You have no idea how fucking long I waited to do that.” he breathed, staring straight into you. 
“Me too.” you admit. 
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Moon Boy’s POV
Steven stares down dreamily at the person curled up with him on the sofa. Her eyes were closed and she had fallen into a deep slumber. They had gotten back from the aquarium hours ago, and had been watching the Star Wars prequels. Half way through the second movie, Y/N had fallen asleep, head in his lap, hand clutching onto his. He too had stopped watching the movie and started to memorize every single inch of her face. 
Why did he like this woman so much?
She had that fire in her that only he could understand. The way she would tell off rude people and stand her ground was something that made her very attractive in his mind. Jake would of course call her feisty, but Steven thought she was strong willed. She was also kind and caring, always putting herself forward before anyone else and was passionate about almost the same things as he was. Another thing was her beauty. She had the kind of beauty that came from within that complemented her already gorgeous features. 
He had to tell her the truth sooner or later. He couldn’t keep Marc and Jake hidden from her anymore. He suspects that she already knows about them, with how observant she is at times. Then came the whole thing about being a god’s avatar. He wasn’t too sure about how she was going to take that in. He also didn't know what he would do if she didn’t accept him, didn't accept all of them.
He wanted to be hers, oh gods he wanted to be hers so bad that it hurt. 
Steven smiles as he reminicents of the kiss they shared in the quiet of the aquarium, how her lips felt on his and how she pulled him closer. He sighs, content with the decision he made to ask her that fateful question, until he spotted the shadow of a beak casting over him and her, lowkey ruining the moment. 
“What is it, Khonshu?” Steven whispered, not trying to wake her up. She didn’t stir. 
“I see that you’ve finally made your move, my knight.” Khonshu said approvingly. 
“I'm not a chess piece, mate” Steven chuckled, appreciating the pun. 
“I have spotted some of the smugglers a few yards away from here, I suggest that we leave this at this instant.” Khonshu said, referring to the Eye of Horus smugglers that they were tracking at the moment. 
“Alright, just, just gimme a minute, yea?” Steven says and Khonshu disappears, leaving the two of them alone again. 
He switches the TV off and picks Y/N’s sleeping body bridal style to move her to her bed. He lays her down and kisses her cheek, suddenly remembering his little surprise gift. He silently steps across the room and grabs his bag where the little box resides. He also grabs a little pen and paper and walks back to Y/N. 
Opening the little box, he pulls out two silver kolusu that were adorned with little suns. He slips them on each one of Y/N's ankles and does the clasps before pulling up the covers. He then turns and writes her a little note, placing the box on top of it by her bedside.
Steven pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead and gazed at her with longing. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, my darling sun.” he whispers as he locks himself out of her apartment. 
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Translations:
Kurti: In modern usage, a short kurta is referred to as the kurti, which is the attire of females
Thosai: Thin batter-based dish originating from South India, made from a fermented batter predominantly consisting of lentils and rice
Hermano: Brother
Holy ash: Also known as vibhuti, bhasma or thiruneeru, is sacred ash that most Hindus use
Pottu:  is a coloured dot or, in modern times, a sticker worn on the center of the forehead, originally by Hindus, Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains from the Indian subcontinent
Kolusu: An ornamental chain worn around the ankle 
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srbachchan · 2 years
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DAY 5245
Kuer, Hyds                          June 22,  2022                    Web  8:43 PM
💜 , June 23 .. birthday wishes to Ef Anish Morarji Tataria .. And .. wishes to Babu Bhai Chauhan , Father of Ef Jay Chauhan , for the birthday on June 18th .. from Son to Father .. and from all the Ef .. 🌸 And .. happy wedding anniversary to Ef Moses Sapir .. 23 June .. togetherness .. 💐💍💕 Love 🌸🌸🌸
Birthday - EF - Anish Morarji Tataria .. Thursday, June 23 .. and the wishes from the Ef family on this special day .. love ❤️❤️❤️
There cannot be any path that would melt with the feel of the own .. the own is the aligned existence from the gestation before birth inside the womb or ‘wamb’ known in the English and later the form in Germanic  ..
Here it resides and encounters the creativity of nature .. the sublime , the heavenly divine in its absolute prime .. nothing interrupts its thought, word and deed .. nothing impresses upon it but the ‘deliverer’ .. 
.. that remains eternal .. 
.. that is the gift , the acquired brilliance and the lasting of its breath till its burial  
So .. they .. THEY .. ask or wish to ask .. where how when .. 
and I have but one response, riposte .. should have joined me ‘there’  ..
my transfer is beyond .. that wave of the ‘atma’ belongs to me my myself  ..
END ..
I am the master , the supreme, the guardian , the deliverer .. each pore differs .. in size width and meaning .. I have not found it in completion .. and may never ..
neither will any else ..
Time for profundity endeth here .. 
the opening of the doors to let in the nature breath .. let them be in the delivery of the deliverer .. take in , purify and spend justifiably ..
how the wonders of life expend before thee .. they ask not , seek not , but be ..
we do all else .. and perish in the path that was never understood .. of the own ..
and such is living ..
Good night
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Amitabh Bachchan, and an after thought ..
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that-scorpio · 1 year
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Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom 💕
I love you my QUEEN 👸🏾💔🫶🏾
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cherry-harrison · 1 year
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Happy Birthday Georgie 💕
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I am posting this today as a person who believes that both the 24th AND 25th should be celebrated as George's birthday(s). I think it's only fair as George thought it was funny too. If people wished him happy birthday on the 24th, he would say it wasn't until tomorrow. If they said it on the 25th, he would say they just missed it yesterday. I've seen a lot of people say that George had a dry sense of humor. But I think it was just catered to a specific audience.
But aside from his sense of humor, there are so many things I love about George. It's not only because I think he is very attractive, but he is also extremely talented. In a certain interview, George said he really didn't even consider himself a guitar player as he was never classically trained and he couldn't read or write sheet music. However, in my opinion, being able to just pick up an instrument and let your heart use it as a microphone is one of the most impressive things I've ever seen. George didn't need training to be good. He played what he felt. He wrote what he felt. And he sang what he felt.
From what I've seen, George wasn't always the type of person who knew how to express his emotions. He was an honest person, and would almost always say his true feelings, but emotionally, he was a bit trickier. That's where his music came in. On stage, George was an open book. Any emotion he was feeling could be easily conveyed through his music and his voice. Joy, hope, sadness, passion, anger, disappointment, betrayal, and even confusion. When he sang, that was his vulnerability. That was his bravery. That was his soul.
But even with his career aside, there are many things I admire about George as a person. In certain ways, I relate to him a lot. I relate to his journey with spirituality and how it changes one's outlook on life. I may still be very early on in learning about it, but I find it so interesting. I feel that it has become a sort of therapy for me, and as of now, meditation is making a significant change in my life. But I think that's one of the many things George appreciated about spirituality. It brought him a sense of peace.
One thing I've always seen many people say about George is that he was a great person to have a conversation with. Because even if he didn't have much to say, he was a great listener, and loved learning new things. And I know this may sound kinda cringey to say, but there are times where I feel a strong spiritual connection to George. Obviously I don't know him personally, but there are times where I'm thinking about him and his presence just feels so strong. And occasionally, if I feel lonely, I talk to him. Because if he was physically here, I know he would listen. It brings me a great deal of comfort when I need it most.
Whether it's through pictures, videos, stories, or even just in spirit, George has an incredibly warm and welcoming aura. Just thinking about him instantly puts a smile on my face. I can't explain it, but there's just something about him that makes me feel so close to him, and I just love him so much that sometimes I don't know what to do with it and I'm actually crying a bit as I'm typing this. In my life, George is a quiet spot for me. He puts my mind and my heart at ease. He's helped me through so many panic attacks and bad days and lonely nights and I wished I could tell him how much of an impact he has made on my life in such a short time. I know I talk a lot about how hot he is and stuff like that but I really do have a genuine love for him and I wish he knew how much of a presence he has in my life. No matter how alone I feel, I'll always have George ❤
Happy Heavenly Birthday to a person who will always have a special place in my heart. I love you so so so much Georgie 🥺💕
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caughtthefever · 1 year
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Watch "Robert Vaughn sells "The Man from U.N.C.L.E." (1963)" on YouTube
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Happy Heavenly Birthday Robert 💕
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yolobecausefish · 1 year
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Happy heavenly birthday babes. Life still isn’t the same without you. I still think about you every day of my life & that’s no exaggeration. Every story i tell, it involves you. We always had so much freaking fun. You never let anybody be sad. It was damn near impossible. When i’m listening to music a song will come on and I’ll say “This was selena’s song, she loved this song.” or the movie “The Road Within” we used to watch that and laugh so hard til we were throwing up. I swear we watched that at least once a week if not twice lmao. I still watch it if it’s on. You deserved so much more than what you were given. Life wasn’t fair to you and for that i’m sorry. You didn’t want this, everybody that truly knows you knows this is not how you wanted life to go. You were such a beautiful human being inside and out. If people didn’t like you, you didn’t give a f. You lived your life to please yourself and that’s something that I admired you for. You didn’t let anybody walk on you. I sometimes blame myself for not checking in on you when you needed it most. I hope you don’t hate me. I pray for you everyday. I talk to you everyday. When I would take hartslog road you were always with me on the car ride just like old times. I would see a cardinal everyday I drove that road the whole way out to work. I wish you could see how many people truly care for you. So so so so many 🥺 I’m not mad at you, I don’t understand, but i’m not mad. I’m not you.. I don’t know what you were dealing with on the inside that no one could see.. You always dealt with stuff alone but the second someone needed a boost, you were there to give it.. even if you were out of boost… You’re our angel on earth & in the sky 💕 I just know you make a beautiful angel! Those Cardinals sure are beautiful! Happy birthday Selena Dallas 💕🎁 I love you FOREVER
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capric0rn · 1 year
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happy heavenly birthday to aretha franklin you’re legacy will forever be remembered , rest in peace .
keep singing love 💕💕
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