#BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY

[eggydaxy]

wowzers

[holywoodelevator]

@sarahsoupy WISH MY GF A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN PPL!!!!!

[im-not-a-sheep]

Wahoo I'm older now

[alienwerke]

[deadbird42o]

IS MY BIRTHDAYYY TODAYYYYYY YIIPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉💥💥💥

I tried to use watercolor

HEHEHEHHAHAHA YAHOOOOOOO

[quimiri]

happy belated birthday 3 things I like!!

[roranart]

happy birthday luffy🫶

[transfem-kirito-truther]

Hello!!! Ever since I stumbled unto your blog I am a fervient follower of Trans Kirito!! So!!! I made this puppygirl fanart as a gift!!!

Here's the sketch of the first face I was gonna draw :3

OH MY GODDDDDDD??????? I LOVE HER????????????? This is becoming my phone background I swear to god oml thank you ohhhhh I love her dbdhgxhdhxh

[eurydicees]

hey siri is “it’s tooru oikawa’s birthday and i’m so proud of him and love his character development so much and can’t stop thinking about his growth from failure and all his future successes” a GOOD reason to cry or am i just on my period

[transbeeduo]

[joeyfranchise]

happy birthday to our very favorite quarterback. it’s a pleasure to watch him play every week and outshine everyone else in his position regardless of what the bengals record looks like. we are witnessing greatness in real time in the form of a very special person. 🤍 i hope joe is having the most lovely bday possible! we love ya joey brrrr. 🫶🏻

[raineandsky]

#99

tw: stabbing

Laughter echoes off the walls around the hero, and it’s not the laughter of friends. They stumble on, trying to ignore how close it is, how this will inevitably end.

The other heroes’ voices are nothing more than ghosts carried by the wind now. This villain is smart—a group of heroes is nothing to them. A few well placed scares is all it took to split the hero off from the rest of their team.

It’s dark in these parts of the city. The only noise is faroff traffic and the breeze dancing between the buildings and that echoing laughter. The hero turns down a street, lost, confused, counting the minutes, only to find it a dead end.

They turn back too late. The villain is already standing in the entrance, the streetlight behind lighting them up like they’ve just descended from heaven itself. Like they’re some angel, if angels were massive assholes and tried to kill everyone on the regular.

Panic and instinct clash in some horrendous shrieking horror. The hero yanks their knife from their belt, ready to throw their hands up to delay the inevitable, to protect themself, to protect the others. The villain takes two long steps towards them and it’s practically over.

The hero makes a swipe and the villain sidesteps it. Another step pushes them into the hero’s space, grabbing their wrists like it’s easy. It’d be insulting if the hero wasn’t so busy praying to god knows what in the vain hope of getting out of this alive.

“[Hero],” the villain says faintly. The hero makes a desperate attempt to headbutt them and misses. “[Hero].”

A weak cry escapes the hero’s mouth. It’s pathetic, not going down with grace and fire. They want it over. If they die now, here, at least they don’t have to worry about anyone seeing them like this.

“[Hero], stop,” the villain repeats, a little harsher. “I’m trying to help you here, jeez.”

The hero stops. They can’t do anything else. Another grief stricken sob falls from their lips.

“Look, I don’t have long before those freaks inevitably find us,” the villain continues, “but you have to go home.”

The hero chokes on whatever noise was about to come out. “W–What?”

“I’m going to ruin your perception of them and I know you’re not going to believe me, but—” The villain heaves a deep breath, pinning their gaze to the hero’s sharply. “They’re going to kill you.”

A laugh tries to bubble out of the hero’s mouth but it comes out distorted. “No.”

“I’m sorry, [Hero], but I’ve seen them before.” The villain flits a glance over their shoulder, like they have the reason to be nervous. “They’ve done this to many heroes like you. Don’t go anywhere near them, okay?”

“They would never,” the hero spits, the words mangled in their dread. “They– You– You’re trying to turn me on my friends. You monster.”

The villain sighs disappointedly, defeatedly. “Just go home, [Hero]. I’ll call you a taxi.”

The villain lets go of them and steps back, their hand disappearing into their pocket. For a phone, they promised, but the hero isn’t stupid. Their hands free, their enemy’s attention diverted, they dart forward and plunge their knife into the villain’s thigh.

The noise that comes out of the villain’s mouth isn’t a nice one. The hero gives it no thought, slipping past them and back out into the street as they sink to one knee with a gasp.

“Don’t go back, [Hero]!” they call after the hero, their voice taut and grim. “Please, don’t—”

The hero’s panting and echoing footsteps drown them out.

-

The villain watches as the little gaggle of heroes appears out the agency doors. Laughing, bumping shoulders, carrying little bags for lunch. Four of them.

The hero isn’t with them.

The villain nods once to themself, picks up their bag, and leaves.

[honeydots]

happy birthday, leo!! 🌟

[kinny-21]

WooHoo 19! One year away from 20....oh no😦

Everytime it's my birthday I get the one song in my head from the (Thor Ragnarok) movie where that space ship started playing "ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY" now it's just burnt into my head.

[sukisukidaysook]

Hey mutuals its my birthfsay :3

[ihamtmus]

happy birthday to my dear dear friend @ramblingsofachristiannerd! it's practically a tradition now for me to draw you on your birthday haha, i hope you like this 💜 i love you friend!!!