#why birthdays are so depressing

[cutiestdoe]

it's my birthday and i was crying all day omg😭 twenty's hit different i think

[dykedvonte]

No cause it's actually so funny that because Curly doesn't like sweets.

His friends (including Jimmy) were like "damn he wont like a normal cake what do we do?" and remembered he likes to work out so they went to like the Walmart health section and just threw protein powered in with the least sweet cake mix and were like "Dude... we fucking did it!!!"

Happy Birthday!!!

Like it makes the firing party scene a little bit sadder cause he chose his birthday of all days in that week to break the news. His friend berates him and tries to get everyone against him. He has to make his own cake due to protocols and even then he's just picking at the slice because it's not something he cares for. Not that he'd have an appetite for it anyway. Everyone is mostly silent and all he's can do and stare at this cake and think of what else could go wrong...

Happy Birthday indeed.

[feelingtheaster99]

Adaine, Kristen, Fig, AND Fabian’s birthday all happened when they were away fighting The Night Yorb 😭

[risingshards]

ougghf the lonely is hitting hard tonight

[clancyycat]

sorry for depression posting about my birthday i promise it’s not for attention lmfao

[mysticbeaver]

Nevermind Samuel Vincent cameos, what about Robert Fripp cameos lmao

[sesshy380]

Back to the grindstone tomorrow 😭

Five more days of work, then heading downstate for Youmacon! (Yes, I am in countdown mode lol)

Still working on the other Ship Ask Meme that I am being self-indulgent on. Trying to have it finished before I go down. This one shouldn't take as long, since a lot of the questions relate to future chapters stuff and I am trying not to spoil anything. At the current moment, Atem and Bakura are barely tolerable of one another.

[hangryyeena]

hiding out in my Ryoma corner and avoiding Danganronpa fans on Twitter 🧯🛡️

[floral-hex]

The growing anxiety of realizing that I’m running out of time to text my dad happy father’s day 😬

[gillyeowalters]

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

EDIT

I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.

I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.

Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.

EDIT 28/03/25

Happy birthday.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I was listening to this song yesterday when it came on my mp3 player on shuffle, and I just had to have A Moment over how fucking good this band is.

I mean, you should all know by now how obsessed I am with guitar and piano/keyboard/organ interplay, but June and Nickey really fucking go for it in this song to the MOST FANTASTIC DEGREE and I swear, as brief as it is, it is SOOOOOO FUNNNNNN! Not to mention how insane Jean's bassline is on this song (that could, or maybe even should, be the first thing I mention about this song in general, actually - HOLY CRAP, IT'S AMAZING), AND how the three of them manage to keep up with Alice.

I know Alice, Kristen, and Byron talk about this song in the Get Behind Fanny podcast, but I'm glad they did, because otherwise I'm pretty sure I almost never hear Fanny fans talk about this song, and it SOOOO deserves to be talked about.

I also, while listening to this yesterday, tried to imagine how this song would sound live and my brain almost imploded.

[wifeiy]

what if everyone was just nicer and more considerate when bringing up things that might upset me or make me uncomfortable or i have historically not wanted to talk about. and like what if you stopped and thought about how i would feel by focusing on everyone but me

[alacranite]

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[strawbnuy]

cptsd is like... woaw can't believe im living in two moments of time at once ...

[caffeiiine]

love/hate winter so much <3

[rydrake6]

Time sure flies, doesn't it? One minute you're just a child and chilling and living your best life and then next thing you know BAM! It's your 18th birthday and now you have to vote and pay taxes and you need to get a job to buy your favorite snacks and pay your bills.

That being said, happy 18th birthday future me. It is time for you to say goodbye to childhood and stop procrastinating on that thing you're procrastinating on. I know you're procrastinating on something. I don't think that procrastination is a habit I'm going to break in a year. Do the thing. Just do it. Don't let your dreams be dreams. Or if it's schoolwork then it's even more important that you just do it.