#bday 19

[linoyes]

[skmr24]

the hair tie/bracelet

[philsbrownquiff]

Do you guys ever think about how we are a small culture and we have created holidays that we celebrate with each other and sometimes people take off work for them and we have traditions and gifts and crafts that we make for each other

[killerinstinctgold]

Some of my favorite Gen 3 sprites

Pokémon Emerald was released 19 years ago in North America on May 1, 2005 for the Game Boy Advance

[peachebo]

THIS ⬇️ (definately human) BEING BECAME OLDER 2DAY❕

shockingly surprising I know

BUT you've already given me my present! Over 3.5k followers! LOVE YA GUYS

[reyturnofbensolo]

What’s going on?!

[caseythebunnyboy]

me trying to "lets compare hand sizes! 💜 look, yours are so much bigger than mine!! 😊" my way in to his pants

[kotyawtf]

[is-it-ranboos-birthday]

yes

[cherrishnoodles]

hi guys it's my bday today 🎉🎉🎉🎇🎇🎇 have pictures of my fav men for today

[linoyes]

[yuukei-yikes]

think kagepros ending is so perfect despite the totally insane story pace it holds the entire time. i especially love that they take a character like haruka, a side character whose misery came from not having the possibility of growing old, and make him the character that reflects what being an adult is like. as someone who never revisited kagepro because i never left, it felt a lot like the characters grew up with me sniff sniff especially my ultra faves the yuukei quartet who are rly the ones who end up as sorta adults when its over. its fun bc im a fail adult in my 20s you know. and its like.... whoa somehow my favorite characters are also fail adults now. that's crazy

[ataraxianne]

Blitzø: Once when I was 19 I ended up in front of an explosion and it ruined half of my face, as you can see- my eyesight had been partially compromised for a while but it is better now, while I still have an annoying ringing in my hear that won't leave for the life of me

Blitzø: Everytime Moxxie speaks for more than 3 seconds I focus on the ringing so I don't have to listen to him

[ashleyslorens]

Moulin Roue! The Musical + iPhone home screens (insp)

[delusional-mishaps]

How would error and nightmare react to their S/O who doesn’t celebrate their birthday?

error:

well... they don't get the whole birthday thing ANYWAY so it's... not really a big deal?

they also don't celebrate their birthday. i mean, they don't exactly remember when they were born... so they just. don't celebrate?

maybe a little confused. they thought birthdays were... important to humans? are they not?

their telenovelas make birthdays out to be better than they are 9 times out of 10

overall, doesn't really matter all that much to them. they may get/make you something small if they know what day your birthday is on, but otherwise they don't do much about it

nightmare:

nightmare also doesn't celebrate his own birthday.

he sees no point in doing so. it only brings up bad memories from when he was young and naïve and weak. brings up bad memories of his brother.

so, he doesn't pry why you don't.

you are the partner of a king. a very powerful king. he likes to spoil you in luxuries and gifts.

of course, if you dont want that, he won't push. he'll make you two a nice dinner, as he often does, and may treat you to one or two of your favourite indulgences, but that's it.

however, if you would let him...

man, you'd be rolling in expensive gifts.

he already gives you nice things on a regular basis, he'd jump at the chance to shower you with things.

giftmas always leaves your house cluttered until you figure out what to do with everything he gives you

however, if you strictly tell him to not give you anything, he wouldn't. he may be a little sulky about it, because he loves to spoil you, but he won't go against your wishes </3

he does still make a point to make himself free for the day. you know, in case you want to do something.

he knows you treat it as just another day, but he sees it as a reminder that you'll age out of existence some day. it's a reminder that he's fallen in love with a mortal, and he doesn't have eternity with you.

[kkpwnall]

if it wasn’t for bad luck i wouldn’t have luck at all

part one | rated t | 1270 words | cw: parental death

all my thanks and love to my beloved @fragilecapric0rnn for beta-reading 💜 you're a rockstar and your feedback was so so helpful

Eddie was born under a bad sign. That’s what his momma always used to say. Friday the 13th, and in October? He never really stood a chance and neither did anyone else he got close to. He was like a black cat walking across their path. 

[ keep reading below, or read on ao3 ]

His momma was first, of course. Cursed by the fate of Eddie’s birth from the very beginning. And if he hadn’t dawdled on the way home from school that day, if he had gone straight home just like he’d promised, if he hadn’t stopped to pick a bouquet of ditch weed wildflowers for her and got distracted by caterpillars and rollie-pollies— Well, maybe he would’ve been able to tell the 911 operator she was still breathing when he found her.

His daddy was next, not much long after. Eddie worshiped him like a hero in one of his fantasy stories, the charming, devil-may-care, down on his luck protagonist who stole from the rich and gave to the needy. But the first time Floyd brought him out on a real job, just the two of them, when all Eddie had to do was hot wire the getaway car after he heard the signal (three hoots like a barn owl), Eddie panicked. Did he say barn owl or barred owl? Was that two hoots or three? Why did the wires all look the same in the dark?

When the police cars painted him in their flashing red and blue lights, he dropped the wire cutters and ran. Floyd went down in a hail of bullets behind the car Eddie had been trying to steal, and Wayne got his own life sentence when the State dropped Eddie on his doorstep.

Uncle Wayne got the worst of it, obviously. Working himself to the bone, nights and weekends, to put Eddie through school. Not to mention senior year for a second and third goddamn time.

It was too late by the time young Eddie figured it out. By the time he decided to keep everyone at arm’s length.

It’s safer that way, for everyone.

Chrissy was just the latest in a long line. And he’d only lowered his guard an inch, a millimeter, when he saw someone just as lonely and desperate for a friend. He’d only barely started to let himself have an inkling of what an actual friendship with her might be like when—

This is exactly why Eddie doesn’t have friends. He has minions. He has little lost sheepies, he has twerps and shrimps. And that’s it. That’s enough. It has to be enough.

But all that changes the day he dies.

Or maybe it’s the day he finally wakes up. His new birthday, welcomed to the world once again in a cold, bright, sterile hospital room.

And really, the way he sees it, it’s all Henderson’s fault.

The little shit wanders in every day at visiting hours and makes himself right at home. He props his cast up on Eddie’s bed, and steals the remote to change the channel on the ancient, minuscule tv over to cartoons, and then he just… camps out! All day!

The kid will not leave him alone, no matter how cold a shoulder Eddie tries to give him. He even broke down and explained everything to him. How he’s bad luck, he’s bad news. And people who get too close to him end up dead.

But maybe the painkillers they’ve got him on scrambled his brain as bad as the bats scrambled his guts, because Dustin steamrolls right over him.

“If curses were real, which they aren’t,” he posits in his professor voice, “Your dumb curse can’t try to kill me again. It already took a shot and it missed, and the worst I got was a busted ankle.”

Eddie opens his mouth to tell Dustin that’s not how curses work but—

“And what was its goal anyway? To get you alone and friendless, dead in a ditch? Well then, mission accomplished!”

Which is… weirdly comforting when he puts it like that.

Dustin brings with him a rotating cast of the rest of the fellowship. Eddie finally gets to meet Baby Byers and finds out he’s already been recruited to Hellfire before Eddie can even say hello.

More often than not, Steve tags along too since he’s already ferrying them all between the hospital and home. Usually after he’s spent some time with Red and the other kids in her room, he’ll drop by. To check on Dustin of course.

It’s not because he likes Eddie. Don’t be ridiculous. He doesn’t even know him.

All that… before… it was just some harmless flirting to keep himself from completely losing it while he was on the run from homicidal bible-thumpers. And Steve was just humoring him.

So he hides behind stupid flirtatious remarks, easy to brush off when it’s always undercut with sly winks and salacious expressions. Enough to keep everything surface level. Keep him at arms length.

It doesn’t matter that his eyes still seem to linger on Eddie, even when he hasn’t said anything for a while. Or that he brings Eddie extra pudding cups from the cafeteria. It doesn’t mean anything when he stands in the doorway trying to finish one last story or joke, until the kids almost literally have to drag him out when visiting hours are over.

Because it turns out Steve is an incorrigible gossip. And Eddie’s not about to be the one to corrige him. Not when he brings an extra dr. pepper for Eddie every time he stops by the vending machine for a coke and gleefully tells Eddie which of the doctors, nurses, and shady government agents are sleeping together.

A can of coke he taps on the lid with a peculiar rhythm before he cracks it, every time.

“What’s up with that?” Eddie finally has to ask one day, when it’s just the two of them and the Price is Right.

Steve hums this confused little sound at him, tilting his head with furrowed brows as he takes the first sip.

Eddie repeats the pattern, tapping it out on his own can.

Steve blinks a few times, first at Eddie, then at the can in his hand.

“I didn’t even realize I did that,” he huffs out a laugh. “It’s uh… something my grandpa taught me when I was a kid. Y’know just for luck.”

The blood in Eddie’s veins freezes and he’s stuck like that for a painfully long moment. Propped up against the lumpy hospital pillows with his mouth half open, staring at Steve.

“For luck.” he says flatly.

“Yeah, so the fizz doesn’t explode when you open it.”

“And has that ever happened to you?” Aiming for flirty, aiming for scathing, aiming for anything that’s not desperation.

“Well no,” Steve says with an easy shrug and a conspiratorial smile, “that’s why it’s lucky. It’s like picking up a coin that’s face-down on the sidewalk.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s face-up, darlin,” Eddie says coyly, like every alarm bell in his head isn’t ringing a deafening cacophony.

“Nah see, you gotta leave those ones for someone who really needs the luck.”

“But then you get the bad luck.”

“Nah, doesn’t work that way,” Steve says, and fucking winks at him.

Eddie wants to shake him. What is wrong with him? He’s got it all backwards and it’s dangerous. How is he walking around like this?

Whatever, it’s not his problem. Steve can do whatever Steve wants. Eddie doesn’t need to protect him from himself. It’s not like they’re friends. And really, that’s the best way to protect him.

[ part two ]

[ also on ao3 ]