#fuckbirthdays

[fatgirlsguidetodating]

In the spirit of my birthday and the dreaded milestone of 40 today I’m curling up under the covers and not coming out until tomorrow. I have been hating the thought of this birthday for the last 6 months and now that it’s here I see why. Fuck turning 40 and thinking well what have I accomplished in 40 years and the answer being sweet FA. My mum did point out the fact that I’m still standing and smiling (at least to the outside world but not even she sees my darkest moments) after all the health issues and operations is something to celebrate and that I’m stronger than I know. I suggested it’s mere stubbornness rather than strength. But if one more well intentioned friend tells me I’m over the hill now I swear I’ll be rolling their decapitated head down the hill. I’ve accepted all the haply 40th messages with good grace but over the hill? No. (Plus that would mean I’ve walked up it and unless there’s a bar or the great Dusty Martin at the top of the hill that’s highly unlikely.)

[alwaysdigdeep]

A week until my birthday and I'm officially not looking forward to it, the memories of previous ones are starting to haunt me. I have such a strong urge to cancel every plan I've conjured or discussed with friends.

[trxpwire-blog]

@fuckbirthdays {cont’d from}

It’d been days. Weeks. Maybe even a month. An unconscious body on his hands and the resistance to just kill him and get it over with so he wouldn’t have to play nurse anymore and risking getting killed for it. More or less. It was during one of their sweeps of the barn that they had apparently found the room he was keeping him in.

Coma, they said. The trauma he sustained from the fire along with the heavy strike to his head did some damage. It’s likely he’ll wake up again, but as to when that happens, we don’t know. That’s up to him to decide.

Lucas complained each day, whining at the Umbrella agents to let him see him. They denied him access, of course. Too many risks, he was still carrying mold and they didn’t want him contaminating the ‘victim’ more, not to mention the fact that he was still an untrustworthy bastard. 

Either they had eventually deemed him no longer a threat, or were just tired of his complaints, that they finally allowed him to see. He didn’t mind the collar, the shackles, he just wanted to see if the gamble on his own life had paid off or not.

They opened the door, and finally, finally he beheld...

A kind of gross mess, actually. Clancy’s skin had healed, more or less, still oozing in some places, if the stained patches of gauze in places on his arms and face had anything to say about it. 

And of course, on the first day of his visit, was the day those eyes had cracked open. 

A cat? Manhattan? His mom-- No... No, of course he wouldn’t have known those things. He had never asked Clancy about his life, he’d learned a lack of information about people made them easier to kill. But why the hell was Clancy rambling about it all? Was he joking? No, he just woke up from being half-dead for weeks, a sense of humor wouldn’t fit right in this situation. Unless--

“Whoa, hey, slow down there you fuckin’ dumbass.” He jerks up to his feet, shackled hands reaching out to try and help steady the other as he stands up too quickly, too soon. “Fuckin’-- Stay in bed, you’ve been out’o comission fer weeks. Surprised yer knees di’n’t jus’ give out on you right here an’ now.” He glanced up at the security cameras nervously. Hopefully they didn’t think the move towards the other was an attempt of assault. 

[bashfullygreen]

@fuckbirthdays continued from here

“N-no way! You gotta-- ...there is a hospital nearby! The healthcare here is free too! Just..uuhhhgg..” This was frustrating. Why did everyone have to act so tough when they were clearly in pain? Mizi cried all the time even when he wasn’t hurt! Crying was good. 

Besides that though, this guy should get checked out just to be safe! 

[omydays]

I don't see the fun in celebrating another year of being alive. I just want to sleep #fuckbirthdays

[elaboratetraps-blog]

Holy shit. How’d we get here? How many people actually like Trash Mouth over here? Fucking scary, is what it is. Honestly, it’s really cool that in such a short time Lucas has seen this much attention, and he’s an absolute darling muse to me. I wanted to do something a bit big, mainly because I’ve never done these before, so beyond the ‘This is the bias list of boyz I enjoy rping with’ I’m going to do a form of raffle that will end on April 27th-- incidentally my birthday. 

VIP Birthday List

@shrillringing - Very lovely to talk to. I enjoy talking with you, no matter the subject. I’m rather glad we’ve got a thread going, even if Lucas is being an asshole in it. When is he not being an asshole? Hopefully we can figure that out together. Beyond that, I do hope we get to talk and do more things. You seem chill.

@fuckbirthdays​ - I’ve claimed you, in a none weird way. You’re really cool, my friend, and I’m pretty sure you were the first person I officially interacted with within this fandom. I’m super slow and lazy with responses and memes, but I do hope we can get some more Lucas and Clancy into the world. No matter the topic, I think it would be fun, also I’m itching for meta. 

@daaughter - Please love me. Please don’t be mad at Lucas for the dumb shit he does-- well, be mad at that. He’s an asshole. Anyways, I enjoy your take on Zoe, it’s rather interesting. I’m absolutely in love.  <3

@pete-walken​ - Me me big boy. I love Pete, love how you’ve worked him out. He’s interesting, didn’t think of him much until you showed up. Which is a good thing, because there is so much potential there. Love you!!! Love your art! I need to commission you sometime, dear.

@batomos - Fuck me. I have a lot to say about you, but for the sake of sanity I’ll attempt to condense it. You, personally, are one of the most amazing persons that I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Nothing makes me happier than rping and talking to you, and while I’m shit at it, I need you to know that I honestly enjoy your company. I love the way we’ve developed our characters separate and in relation to each other ( scout and asher you know ) and I hope we can do the same with a million more muses. 

@fkingbakers - Hnnng. The fuck do I say here. You’re cool ?? I wanna be your friend ??? Please, the birthday room isn’t that bad. I feel like there’s potential for dumb ass aus and fist fights. 

@ask-ethan-winters - What are we. Explain it to me, please. Anyways, I love this guy, he’s uber sweet and I need to get my ass in gear to rp with him. I helped him with homework once that was cool. Plus, he’s pretty silly. Good guy, 10/10, everyone rp with them.

@eldritchfled - Please love me. 

Birthday Raffle

As I said earlier, the raffle will end on April 27th at midnight. So, don’t worry much about it, you have time. Every like/reblog is counted as a single entry-- you can only really get one ‘ticket’. Here’s the spreadsheet to see names and ticket numbers. You can also shoot me a message and ask for a ticket.

Now, onto prizes. Aesthetics, Art, Writing, and Favors

1st - Aesthetic Package #1 ( consists of 20 aesthetic boards to be made by me ). Very little limitations, will talk about what I will and won’t do when we get there. - Art Package #1 ( consists of 10 pieces of decently okay art ). Same rules of the aesthetic package.  - Writing Package #1 ( consists of at least 3 pieces of writing, depending on length of each piece ).  - 3 Big favors. Whatever you want, within reason.  - My hand in marriage, if a man. 

2nd - Aesthetic Package #2 ( consists of 10 aesthetic boards ) - Art Package #2 ( consists of 5 pieces of decently okay art ) - Writing Package #2 ( consists of at least 2 pieces of writing, depending on length of each piece ). - 2 Big favors. 

3rd - Aesthetic Package #3 ( consists of 5 aesthetic boards ). - Art Package #3 ( consists of 1 piece of decently okay art ) - Writing Package #3 ( consists of 1 piece of writing ). - 1 Big favor

It’s so late, Edel out. Enjoy! Artwork by @jackdanielswithrice b/c that shit is gucci and 80% of my icons. 

[walridernightmares]

[Text: bby 😍👋💦] im lonely wht u doun?

[Text; Moron] New phone; who is this?

[contractsandsyringes]

@fuckbirthdays

Hans had been called off work by someone unknown to him. But he was given some information to help someone, someone who had suffered some injuries, he didn’t tell him what but knowing the location, most likely something somewhat urgent.

Making his way to the strange place, already he felt like eyes were on him. Pushing his glasses to his nose as he scanned the area once more. The home. He rushed inside as he went to go find who he needed. Having to go through some sort of cow or deer corpse display and a broken down kitchen with the smell of rot. Now he had slid down a broken ladder as he called out for someone. He heard noises down there and took a wild guess of where the call came from.

Already he was stressed. The feeling of eyes stronger on him after he called out. He then saw a faint shadow.

“Ahh- hallo! I came here for a call. Vhere you zhe one zhat called? Please come closer or turn on a light so I can see you, bitte” He called out in a shaken tone.

[thischildisouttolunch]

En caso de depression

Sounds selfish but all I want is to be high all day at 22.

[baal-berith666]

Happy Birthday to me mother fuckers! #weirdo #dadhat #birthday #fuckbirthdays #gingerbeard #tattooeddad #tattooedfather

[trxpwire-blog]

@fuckbirthdays { cont’d from }

Heavy-booted feet hit the wooden floor and the door to the mansion kicked open. The screen door was still shuddering under the impact of hitting the wall when Lucas stepped out into the flickering dim of the porch light, milky-pale eyes seeming to glow faintly from under the shadow cast from his hood. Breathing slow, heavy breathes, his eyes scanned the backyard. Save for the always-faint candlelight emanating from Zoe’s trailer, it was empty. No sign of the escapee.

It was from the hive-mind that the family was alerted. A Molded had seen movement, had watched Clancy flee. Too slow and too fucking stupid to have caught up with him. And as always, he thought with a curl of his lip, it was the job of the family dog to go and play fetch. 

Lucas strode down the grassy path, boots squelching under the mud, hands jammed into the pockets of his hoodie. Quiet. As-per-fucking-usual. How the hell was he supposed to sniff out this ‘new brother’ his sister wanted so badly? The answer, apparently, was annoyingly obvious. A single glance at the fence said everything: blood stains, in the shape of a very distinct three-fingered hand. ‘Oh, Clancy Clancy Clancy...’ He thought as he jumped the fence to follow, ‘You fucking idiot.’

Tracking him was shockingly easy work. Was this trail of blood and tears the guy’s way of playing Hansel and Gretel? With a snicker, he couldn’t decide if the Baker home was meant to represent the abusive mother or the witch’s oven. 

It wasn’t until he found the hat that he stopped. He couldn’t think of a time when Clancy wasn’t wearing this stupid thing. Tugging it out of the briars, he pocketing it with a frown. If the guy was willingly wearing it even as he was actively being hunted in the house, what state of mind was he in to willingly leave it behind?

“Clancy~” Lucas called out, his voice hanging in the silence of the swamp, “It’s rude to leave without sayin’ goodbye first, don’t ya think?”

[needlesandjackets]

"I can't keep reliving this over and over-" he said as he tried his best to quiet his sobs. "I feel like I have died but I can't even stay dead- I felt my heart stoo too many times" He admited as he dried his eyes and tried to collect himself.

"I want to go hime but I biund myself with a stupid contract to stay here" The Irishman spoke, his hands constantly drying his face that was red much like his eyes. "At keast there I was properly medicated and had help"

“I can’t take this anymore!” He yelled as a broken sob came from him, his body shaking and legs wanting to give in from under himself. The doctor almost looked pale and near death besides the fact he was now leaning outside the base he dare call home with his mind in shambles.

@fuckbirthdays

[crimson-warrior]

@fuckbirthdays

A figure falls from the rafters with a loud thud. "Owww..." They groaned as they appeared to roll onto their side.

[realprojectalice]

That moment when a Clancy follows you and all your muse wants to do is protect him from all things fire and Baker.

[jenzfc]

Man. I'm old... 😐😭🥀 | #FuckBirthdays #LasVegas #VegasForTheWeekend #BirthdayWeekend #ImTooOldForThidShit (at Las Vegas, Nevada)

[xxchaoticxqueerxx]

tfw your partner is gone and it reminds you that you have no friends