#BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY. CONSIDER

[the-chaos-goose]

woods opesi stars polycule on my mind god dammit

[kiaramemes09]

May The Silenced rest in peace. His presence was so much more meaningful than he knew. Sleep well.

Also surprise!!! Y’all get Post-Haircut Wada too

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I wrote all that stuff up there and most of the tags before [REDACT 085].

For real now, rest in peace little guy. You will be mourned.

(Thick flowerbed I was unsure about)

[atmospheral]

me realising it's sanji's birthday today and i have absolutely nothing done for him in terms of fanart to post: orz my prince i have failed you aughbhhhhhhghhh i can't believe i forgot!!! meanwhile i am seeing the most beautiful fanart on my dash celebrating him and here i am empty handed...embarrassing fr :( how can i call myself a sanji enjoyer anymore

[cosmicdenro]

i got thsc birthday art cooking i have just been very late this year :p but i was going insane with friends on aggie last night so here's a bit of that :3 and here's the full canvas if u wanna see others' arts too

[sunstream7]

Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State- 3

>1486 words

In her group’s defense, this absolutely sucked.

Getting dragged into ANOTHER meeting so soon after the last was far from the worst thing to happen ever, but was firmly ‘the worst thing to happen today.’ Delilah did not have a meeting, and from the looks of it, nobody else did either. Wonderful, their own little circle of hell. Wandering over towards the room, she was, once again, firmly late. Disregarding Nate's attempts at chastising, and Lynn’s offhand comment about ‘not having any trouble finding the meeting room,’ Chiara settled onto one of the tables at the far end of the room, and without fail, the bickering started.

This was going to be a long year.

Maybe it was good she had only just started, because with the character jabs that were being slung, she had no doubt that anything directed at her would result in fists being swung as opposed to words. It seemed to be working for Pran, at least. Just sitting on the outskirts and letting everyone go for the throat in relative peace. She could pick up a few snide remarks about ‘losing the right to make your own decisions’ and a dig at Everett calling his mom a lot. Her chest tightened a bit at the latter, her mind wandering back to her own little scrapbook. She should probably get it out from under the bed. Not right now, but eventually. Maybe before winter break… yeah. She could do that. Chiara was only brought back to reality by a ‘Happy birthday!’ from Lynn, and then the news that celebrating the birth of the second worst haircut in the room would be pushed off until the next meeting. How. Fucking. Splendid. At least Bae’s superiority complex matched him being the oldest- in his mind. 

Wait. 

No no no- Chiara had had her birthday before the year officially started- making her just about a month older. Ha. The bigger issue was having her own birthday meeting. Maybe she had lucked out, and Lynn hadn’t known until it was already too late. Probably not, if anything, it was for the same reason some of the administration and teachers walked on eggshells around her- being just a bit too delicate to write it off. The same reason she’d caught a glimpse of ‘vulnerable’ written on her and Delilah's files. A less than ideal situation. 

Well. At least her mom could still help out in some way.

Lynn dismissed them, but Chiara still lingered just a bit, hoping to slip out with the quickest ‘happy birthday.’ At least everyone else was also less than enthused with being forced to interact. 

‘But let’s not tell the ones who already left that you can get out of wishing someone a happy birthday, okay?’

Whipping around, she could see Pran leaving and Lynn just grimacing slightly as he turned back to her. 

“Chiara, will you please-”

Oh. She would not please. It wasn't anything against Bae in particular, but she had now seen Lynn cave to obtuse behavior twice. The precedent had been set, and with almost nothing else going for her, Chiara could always get worse. Pulling her headphones on, she slipped around one of the tables and out the door, ignoring Lynn’s call for her to come back. 

It was hard to be an alright person. It took every ounce of self control, every day, to not go off the deep end. It wasn't helped by not having Del glued to her side. Sure it had gotten obnoxious at times, but having a little sponge of a child who adored you- and would mimic your behavior- helped to curb some… lesser habits. Sure, she wasn't a model citizen by any means, just scraping by in every aspect of her life, it was worth it to ensure Delilah was taken care of. She had a vivid memory of arguing with a teacher after class in eighth grade- she’d fallen asleep in class, and couldn't get it through the woman’s head that she had been up all night helping her sister with states and capitals, and making sure everything was done around the house so ma could get some sleep. All she had earned was a detention and the wisdom that ‘it was her mother’s job to do those things.’ 

She knew it was. Or it was supposed to be. But you try working two jobs to make sure your kids are well tended to. Granted, Ma did get on her ass a lot about needing to focus on her studies and leave some of it to her, because she was the adult. She hadn’t been pleased to learn that Chiara had been working at Cy’s mom’s shop after school, saying she needed to enjoy her youth and spend time with friends and whatnot, but Cypress worked there too- albeit less ‘employment’ and more ‘do these things because you’re my child’ so that was spending time with her girlfriend, and it gave her enough pocket money to cover her and Del’s lunches, with occasional treats.

She had set herself a precedent of being self-sufficient. Ma would have argued that it was ‘stubborn as a mule’ but in the grand scheme of things, it was all the same. 

All that to say, Pran had done the legwork and shown that being unshakably obstinate worked. Chiara could be as stubborn as she wanted, and come out on top. She’d always been damn good at digging her heels in- literally and metaphorically. She was sturdy and obtuse as all hell. She would go to those meetings (not that she had much of a choice in that) and she wouldn’t do anything.

Maybe if she was a better person she’d give it an honest go- a real attempt to make this little pocket of hell more tolerable. But this was a boarding school. Delilah had other, probably more competent, adults around to make sure she turned out alright. And even if Chiara loathed the thought of living with their father, that option was always open for Del. 

If Lynn was going to make her go to all these godforsaken meetings, she was going to make it as difficult as possible. Authority figures only had so much fight in them. Her eighth grade science teacher had stopped giving her detentions after the paperwork started to become less tolerable than just letting her sleep or ditch. She had raised enough hell for two weeks to get sent to this boarding school. Lynn already had one unbending student. She was the easy one- just let her do her own thing and she’ll be happy as a clam. There was a whole group to fight with, and Chiara was simply another battle that didn't have to be picked. She would show up, sit, and leave- on time, even, so long as she could do just that. She had bigger things to worry about for all of her life; fighting tooth and nail to make sure it would all be alright, milking loopholes for all they're worth. Not to toot her own horn, but she was pretty damn resilient. She could get by just fine on her own. Damn that ‘vulnerable’ scrawled on her paperwork, damn the mandatory attempts at making her a better person, and damn every single power at this school who thought they could strong-arm her into cooperating. 

Upon laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling for a few hours, Maybe she had been overreacting. Of course, she was still going to make this as hard on everyone as possible until she was left to her own devices, but she didn't need to go full scorched earth. She’d been here long enough that it was starting to get… lonely. Of course Cy and her other friends still checked in, but it’s been slowly slipping. Whatever. They’d broken up, after all, and everyone else had other friends, but it stung when she realized she had nobody to commiserate with. There were no shared classes to complain about, no shitty customers, no overlapping homework. She couldn't flop down on Cypress’ floor and whine about things before going and wandering around at night on their skateboards, getting slushies and crashing house parties and just taking in the world from whatever the highest point they could get to was.

She found herself looking over the list of her contacts. It was always short. Cy, Ma, and her little group chat. But over these past weeks, she’d gotten quite a few new editions- Del’s dad (Her dad too, technically. But she felt it was more fitting of their relationship then to have his actual name or ‘dad’), Lynn, and then all her group members. She wouldn't just cold call any of them, She’d only shared a few words at most with them, but there were a few promising ones. Well, as promising as the lot of them could be.

[midesastremanifiesto]

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[iamyounicorn]

birthy day :3

[forerussake]

best thing ever to find out on my birthday🙏🙏

LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AT MY FAVOURITE BOY! HE HAS CLAWS! I AM GOING FERAL!

i can’t wait to get my hands on this i want to eat it

edit: it has been pointed out to me that those are not in fact claws. but he has claws in my heart

[buysomecheese]

I took my Vyvanse and I'm eating breakfast and I'm waiting for an onboarding email about that volunteer position I want and I gotta bake cookies rn and I gotta cut up some fruit to make ice and I gotta make my party playlist and I gotta keep getting ready for my party in general and I gotta respond to people on Instagram but I fear the Vyvanse backfired because I am really focused on not doing any of that.

[voilaammayi]

I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT WE WERE ABOUT TO GET A SHERLOCK’S BIRTHDAY EPISODE. I’VE LITERALLY POSTED ABOUT IT YESTERDAY I’M A FUCKING GENIUS

[skylarkblue]

i mailed my thirteen-year-old niece's birthday card today, three days before her birthday, so now i pray. it's in the hands of auspost now.

[spiderdotexe]

its my birthday today. today i will eat cake and open presents that may open up to punch me in the face comedically with a punching glove on a spring

[m00nj3w3l]

I get up at 6:30 already feeling like a truck running over me would feel better, almost overeat at breakfast and then run around the house trying to get ready as soon as possible while the heaters are cranked up so I'm already sweating and losing my mind. I dress up and the turtleneck I'm wearing underneath my dress feels like it's strangling me in real time. I do my makeup and try my best to not make it look Like Shit. I try to stuff my bag full of all the shit I need for class while my dad keeps on repeating that I need to get moving cus we need to leave yadayada. I turn off my tablet in a rush. Two seconds from leaving the house while I'm almost breaking my neck to get out of there I check my phone and the class has been cancelled cus my prof is sick.

Good morning everyone.

[chiropteracupola]

the doctor is in...

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[kellystar321]

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