#bday haul !

[cavity-collector]

i got csh stuff for my birthday someday i will own the entire merch store just you wait.

i have in total: a bunch of official stickers, a few patches, 3 pinback buttons, a TF beanie, 2 vinyls, a poster, and 3 shirts 🔥

[retr0scum]

[virgochalet]

from me to me (birthday!!!!)

[zootopiathingz]

Emily joins the kitty cult

[myxomycota]

Here's a couple slimes for you on this slime week (also my birthday week!)

SO GORGEOUS !!! Ceratiomyxa fruticulosa and Fuligo septica 🤍💛

[vessuna]

yippee

[patron-saint-of-emesis]

i have an older brother, and nine cousins i generally regard as siblings bc we grew up together. my oldest cousin is the first to be married, and him and his wife are pregnant. and my brain is ZOOMING on thoughts of baby knits. like i wanna knit or crochet a blanket for each of my ‘nieces or nephews’, so ive been having blankets on my needles for months now, but. man. tiny shoes. tiny socks. hats. plushies. im gonna just start crafting baby stuff 24/7 and continuously add to and gift from it. and am so excited. i cannot WAIT to be The Blanket Aunt.

[respiteresponse]

i pulled my anime figs out from their boxes in the crate under my bed.. we are so back.

[losercade]

BOOK HAUL RAGUHH 🎉🎉

[xx-justsomeguy-xx]

HELL YEAAAAAAH!!! + Zayne’s Myth pair came home from Standard 💖✨✨

[myownparadise96]

[aramintapdf]

hi hi hi sorry book haul sooooo late assignments beat my ass but I won! (barely)

so! here's all the books divided into books and then specifically discworld books and my thoughts

othello by Shakespeare (obvio. i only had macbeth and hamlet in the tragedies)

Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare (havent encountered it straight from source so!!)

kitchen confidential by Anthony Bourdain (i just had to. books on food and cooking and love my beloved)

good omens by Terry pratchett and Neil Gaiman (listen. LISTEN. it was out of spite)

I'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy (woof. havent had the courage to open it)

the adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain (for american lit)

yellowface by r. f. kuang (first foray in miss kuang's work !!! lets see how it goes)

fun home by alison bechdel (WOOF. already read it. when you love your dad but you hate him but you love him )

kitchen by banana yoshimoto (heard lot of good things!!! grief and loneliness and love via food...)

the three body problem by cixin liu (literally everyone had yelled at me about it. lit students. business students. stem students)

night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong (never realised i hadnt read this.... i love his work so so much)

now, onto my foray to get every single discworld book! all by terry pratchett (no thoughts here but do expect full length discussions soon because i will not shut up)

interesting times , making money , thud, the fifth eleplant, jingo, the light fantastic, the truth, feet of clay, monstrous regiment, hogsfather, guards! guards!, small gods

thats all for now!!! bookshelf is already so filled so probably no more unless i get a bigger space but very happy!!

[braverytattoos]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIES QUEEN ❤️‍🔥 Hope you get everything you’ve ever wished for (and more) 🫶

BARB BESTIE! wow hi, the way i cannot believe we've been mutuals for soooo long and we're still going strong. thank you so so so much 💕❤️

[platsicbeach]

i am so cute . rly feeling this accidental pastel pink btw

[nerdishfeels]

Just turned 27 today!! 🎉

I used to worry about getting closer to the big 30 because people put so many expectations on how you’re supposed to be: Financially stable and married with kids. Also, they love throwing around the whole “losing your youth” (which is so not true). But tbh I love my age. 27 feels like a badass age where you know what to expect from life so you live it the way you want.

The funny thing is that I thought when you become an adult, you would feel different. But I don’t. I grew up fast because of my childhood, so I always felt mature for my age throughout school and college. Even though there are days when I’m really struggling, I’m grateful that at my age, I have the freedom in choosing what I want to do. I can breathe for myself. I’m also grateful for the support that I have.

As a lil birthday gift, I’ll leave a reminder. Always stay young at heart. No matter how old you get, don’t give up on the things that make you happy. Don’t change yourself simply because someone “your age” wouldn’t do something you do. Always choose to be you in the end and you will find those people who love you for you ❤️

[phantomrose96]

Okay I have a story.

So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)

During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.

She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!

I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.

I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.

My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.

No. Me and Cat Pole.

It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.

Um.

Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.

Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.

Great.

Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."

I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.

After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.

I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"

My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.

This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.

I take a picture. I text her.

Okay.

I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.

I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.

My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.