#happy (slightly late) birthday!!

[sforzesco]

afternoon conversations 🥰

something something Crassus’ tendency towards Sullan style violence. he’s not so much bothered by how easy the violence is, he’s bothered that it’s reminiscent of Sulla. hashtag cringe.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[gaybuttyogurt]

the birthday man !!

[dailyhatsune]

the person who sent the ask revealed their actual birthday, so party hat miku has come

[aot-apricity]

They had to leave the fair early to escape the military police but Erwin got Hello Kitty for his birthday so all was well!

[zymple]

ah yes, the somewhat-grumpy character with a blue color scheme who gets swept up in the excitement and vibrant personality that is his partner, hiyori

when i realized it was jun's birthday today i decided i needed to Immediately Rush to make the part 2 to this

(left image is traced from the official art by sidu, shown right)

[doodlinge]

but reality is so boring

[thistaleisabloodyone]

藤原樹 | Fujiwara Itsuki

[catboyidia]

(im slightly late but) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARRET!!! 🎉 heres a small compilation of barret being wholesome and dad-like to everyone throughout the event :( HES SUCH A GOOD DAD HES SO SWEET!!! he tries his best for marlene :((( like the whole event he was just trying his hardest to get marlene a good present :( and the way he treats yuffie, aerith, and tifa really sweet too ahhh!!! hes the best!!! he makes me want to cry!!!

[daily-kaito-vitamin]

Today's KAITOmin, before you start your day !

Day #08 — From the Cinema (3rd anniversary version) 3DMV, featuring @daily-vitamin-an !

[horrorgoof]

Happy 9th Birthday, Undertale!

[a-la-rascasse]

Happy birthday RONNIE PETERSON!!!!!!! (14/02/1944 - ∞) 💛☀️

[smallchildyue]

Happy birthday to my number 1 boy ! You get a flower hat from me !!!

Some days are self-care days, and some others are dissociating for five hours while Alec Benjamin plays in your headphones and then oh, wow ! Here's a Chuuya !

[lacunasbalustrade]

[mobbothetrue]

i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.

I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.

I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.

My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.

I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.

We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.

In sixth grade, I moved.

Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.

I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.

She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.

She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.

I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.

[spectralarrovv]

this has been getting reblogs again and i would like everyone to know i now own over 60 copies of frankenstein and have not been normal about it since high school

my brain for the past week

[blackwaxidol]

exhausted by myself...