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crossiantgay · 1 year
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Happy B̶i̶r̶t̶h̶d̶a̶y̶ Appreciation Day Logan 💙💙
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bennyyrabbit · 1 year
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LOGAN'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY. IT'S LOGAN DAY, MOTHERFUCKERS.
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milkymolle · 6 months
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i'm over 2 weeks late but happy 20th anniversary to the Most Important comic book cover of all time. here is my homage
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theclassymike · 3 months
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Happy 32nd Birthday to Logan Lerman!🎂
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tmisos · 3 months
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happy birthday, snake man 🎉🐍
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benoits-neckerchieves · 2 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL CRAIG !!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
i made a thing !! every movie and TV show he’s ever done (apart from 1992’s ‘Anglo Saxon Attitudes’ because infuriatingly i could not get a clip of that. Also excluding animated / voiceover + Star Wars because you can’t see his face)
Source: @benoits-neckerchieves
02 March 1968
Edit: Just wanna say thanks that this is already doing numbers on TikTok omg thank you guys
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carlossainzwho · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN SARGEANT 🫶🫶
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HAVE AN AMAZING DAY 🥰🥰
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loganslowdown4 · 4 months
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Several drafts later, finally finished!
I present the ultimate TS cheat sheet! 2023 Ed.
@thatsthat24 CHARACTER BIRTHDAYS LIST!
Feel free to reblog, save and fill your calendars! Happy Holidays fanders fam! 💙💙
(PS Patton, Roman & Logan are all turning 10 next year😳)
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lilirari · 4 months
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23 YEARS OF FREEDOM RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅
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logan-the-artist · 6 months
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happy birthday appreciation day, teach!!
@thatsthat24
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sigurism · 8 months
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Happy Birthday, Boyd!
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brainrot-hq · 2 months
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faithshouseofchaos · 4 months
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Happy birthday pookie 🤭🫶🏻
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unformula1 · 18 days
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happy birthday (LS2 x OP81)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: happy birthday oscar piastri. ur amazing. lovely lovely oscar!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri (Loscar) w/c: 688 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: it’s oscar piastri day!! there’s a lot of logical flaws in this story but who cares right. day 13 of Loscar posts until we get a LOSCAR PODIUM also remind me to write a part 2 to this on the 31st of December okay  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oscar stares at his lock screen, his stare is blank and unreadable. He watches the multiple notifications slide in all wishing him happy birthday in one way or another. He swipes them away after briefly reading the first few words.
He looks back up at the clock again, 10am. He sighs and looks back down at his phone as it fades to black. He turns it on again, still staring at the empty lock screen.
He starts floating into a daze.
His phone rings, which snaps him out of his trance. It’s Lando. 
He picks up the phone
“Hey.” He says, trying his best to sound excited. Well, he is but he’s more excited for something else.
“Hello Oscar Piastri.” Lando says, clearly sensing Oscar’s lack of excitement, “Clearly someone hasn’t texted in yet.” Lando scoffs softly but Oscar can hear it.
“Shut up.” Oscar says, rolling his eyes, “I’m not expecting his text, we haven’t talked in a while okay.”
“Really?” Lando pushes.
“Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Very sure.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re still waiting for Logan’s little happy birthday!” Lando says it in a childish sound.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.” 
“No.”
“Okay once you’re done waffling on about it, Logan’s here… like outside the McLaren garage.” Lando says, which piques Oscar’s attention.
“Why are you there so early?” Oscar says, diverting the subject of the conversation.
“Needed to talk.”
“Liar.”
Oscar says as Lando hangs up.
He tuts and gets up, throwing on his coat and walking out. He briskly walks to the track, which isn’t that far.
Oscar anxiously walks into the paddock, his eyes darting around to find Logan. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. Maybe it was because he had the looming thought that Logan would never wish him happy birthday again, which wouldn’t be that big of a deal if it wasn’t Logan but it was and it meant everything.
Logan and Oscar were the closest of friends before all of this. Logan wished Oscar happy birthday every single year at 12 midnight sharp but ever since last year he hasn’t.
Last year, Logan wished Oscar at a random time in the day which disappointed Oscar a little by not receiving a message at 12 midnight.
However, this year Logan hasn’t even wished Oscar a happy birthday probably because they were nearing the final thread of their friendship. It suddenly dawned on Oscar that he would never get another “happy birthday!” from Logan if he didn’t do anything now.
He panics.
He fucked up real bad didn’t he.
He forgot to wish Logan a happy birthday last year and now Logan probably thought that meant the end of their friendship.
God he was stupid.
He beat himself up over forgetting to wish him and regretted everything.
He swiftly finds the McLaren garage but no Logan, he quickly wipes his disappointment and walks into the garage. His entire team is there to wish him a happy birthday and that made him feel slightly better. He smiles widely for the camera and blows out the candles. 
Lando makes some snarky remark which causes Oscar to chuckle stupidly again.
It takes them a few minutes to wrap everything up but when they do, Oscar takes out his phone and the message lingering there makes his face light up.
Logan: happy birthday oscar!! come outside please
Oscar shuts his phone off, being so excited he forgets to respond to the message. He darts past his team and pushes the garage door open and right there is Logan Hunter Sargeant.
“Happy Birthday Oscar.” Logan says, presenting Oscar a soft toy of a koala.
Oscar’s smile widens even more and he feels like he’s stupid smiling right now but he couldn’t care less.
He hugs the koala tight and snuggles it before running up to Logan and hugging him.
“Thank you.” Oscar says as he tightly grips onto Logan.
“Happiest of birthdays Oscar.”
“I promise I’ll never forget yours again.” Oscar says as he hugs Logan tighter.
“Are we still talking about this? I told you it’s alright.”
“No it’s not. It isn’t.”
“Whatever.” Logan chuckles.
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stewyhosseini-bf · 1 year
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roy family sickness. or something
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lumosinlove · 9 months
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what did finn do to celebrate his birthday this year? ya know august, not much hockey going on, warm out, boyfriends, etc
Some (love bite involved) birthday morning fluff for ya!
(can you tell I just watched Heartstopper)
He woke up to fingers on his waist, trailing so slowly that he could have been convinced they were droplets of water. The hand waking him had pushed the bedsheets down by his bare hips. The fingers were up by his ribs now, but they soon started their path back down and settled briefly in the dip of his waist again.
Finn took his time, but after a few minutes, he was sure it was Logan’s hand. He knew that touch. Those hands had shook his own, so shyly, when they had first met. They could tape a stick in fifteen seconds flat. They had once fixed their AC back at school and saved the entire house from melting while trying to study for finals (They made screwdrivers look small and flimsy). They smacked him upside the head when he was stupid, they won Stanley Cups, and they did this. They touched him, every day seeming more sure that they were always, always allowed to.
“Hi,” Finn whispered without opening his eyes.
He was sure he felt Logan smile.
“Happy Birthday, Rouge,” Logan whispered back.
“Oh, in English?”
“Thought I’d…take it easy on you.”
Finn smiled, slow and sleepy, and opened his eyes. Logan had his head propped up on one palm and it left a red mark on his cheek, like he’d been watching Finn for a while now.
“That’s nice of you,” Finn said. “Certainly nicer than some other birthdays of mine. Like, say, dumping a bucket of ice water on me, for one example.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “It was funny.”
“My bed felt damp for a week.”
“It wasn’t just me!” Logan checked briefly over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t waking Leo. “Percy—”
“Oh, no, no, no, non, nom, nom,” Finn whispered, and nudged his chin forward, closer to Logan’s. “Don’t go blaming Percy.” Logan smiled and brushed their noses together. “I think it was all a big scheme of yours.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “To get you in my bed?”
Finn drew in a breath as Logan’s fingers trailed all the way down to the jut of his hip, paused, settled into a full palm, and began to smooth their way back up again.
“Don’t say that like the thought never crossed your mind.” When Logan tried to duck away Finn got a hand on his jaw, thumb dipping down to swipe across his neck—grinning at the sound it drew out. “Little conniver.”
Logan’s palm—up to his ribs and back down—smacked gently against his hip. “No fair.”
“Hey,” Finn took Logan’s bottom lip between his teeth before letting it bounce back. “No hitting the birthday boy.”
Logan just rolled against him, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist tightly and tucking his face right into his neck. It was a full body sort of hug and it knocked Finn’s breath right out of him. Logan’s soft thighs against his hips, the squeeze of their chests together.
“Happy birthday,” Logan whispered. “I love you so much.”
“Aw, Tremz. Breaking my heart—in the best way.” Finn felt him start on what was sure to be a stark lovebite against his skin and rubbed his hand up and down Logan’s back. He closed his eyes at the pinch of Logan’s teeth and let his muscles go loose. It was like Logan’s body was holding him together, some sort of cocoon. He had to clear some of the sleep out of his throat, had to scratch his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan had gotten a haircut yesterday and it still had that soft, new feeling, the ends thick and so silky that all Finn wanted to do was touch him.
Logan caught his breath, warm against Finn’s skin, and then attached again. Finn laughed a little at the wet press of his tongue, there and gone, and hissed at sharp teeth.
“What are you trying to do to me?”
“Mhm,” Logan laughed and sucked hard before pulling off with a soft sound. He studied his work, and Finn studied the dark gloss of his eyelashes. Logan’s eyes flicked up to his, satisfied. “Ouais.”
Finn just smiled and took one of those soft pieces of hair between his fingertips. “I love you.”
Logan gave him the smile Finn had lived for in college. Now he lived for that and so much more of him. Of Leo.
Leo was sleeping soundly. Beautifully. Finn still thought of that first morning, after they had confessed their feelings, every single time. Waking up beside him had been like living a dream. He’d seen Leo asleep before. On the bus, on the couch, sometimes even in the car after a hard game. But he’d never allowed himself to look like he had that morning. He’d certainly never allowed himself to wake Leo up by kissing across his chest.
Leo’s hand had fallen palm up against the mattress. Finn reached behind Logan and took it, rubbing a thumb across his tender wrist.
“Leo,” Finn whispered. “Leo baby, wake up it’s my birthday.”
Logan snorted but kissed his cheek—once, twice, three times. He put his palm against Finn’s other cheek and did it again, all but smushing their faces together, just as Leo opened his eyes.
“Help,” Finn said. “I’m being eaten by this French creature.”
“You like it,” Leo mumbled sleepily, then laughed and turned onto his back, rubbing his eyes and arching his back. “Oh man.” He turned his head to look back at them and Finn saw his eyes catch on what was sure to be a purpling bruise on his throat. “Happy birthday to you, huh?”
Finn felt Logan’s teeth sink softly against his jaw and rolled his eyes. “Think so.”
Leo smiled and rolled onto his side. He reached out a finger and pressed on the mark. Finn felt the ache all over, slow and ebbing like a tide. He climbed over Logan, pausing only long enough to place a lingering kiss to his neck, just near Finn’s fingers, before he pressed himself all along Finn’s back. He settled his hand over Logan’s on Finn’s hip, and ducked to place a soft kiss on the other side of Finn’s neck.
“Matching set,” he said, mumbling the words against his skin, and got to work.
Finn laughed. He reached back to knot his fingers in Leo’s hair and closed his eyes. “What more could a guy wish for?”
He felt Leo’s smile, the nip of his teeth. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”
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