#birthday.

[ooliecat]

what a wondrous occasion

[fuyumiful]

there are now twenty mes. find my mes :)

[hardstructure]

I

Old

[blo0st4r]

ayyyyy look at this sick drip Im gonna wear

————————————————————★

Notes:

It’s a sweater from Boxlunch I got for my birthday months ago. Along with a bloo blanket from amazon. So basically my presents were all Foster’s home related. If yall didn’t know, my birthday is January 21st. Ik, it’s on the first month but, yeah. DONT EVER ASK ME ABOUT MY AGE. NEVER.

————————————————————★

[erineverly]

“happy birthday, e.rin. even if you might not wanna see me, i didn’t want you to think i forgot.” saying apologetically, standing at her door with a homemade birthday cake, ‘happy birthday sweet c.hild’ written in his best cursive on her cake with blue icing.

erin stands frozen in the doorway, pale blue eyes studying @rcsechild as if he was some kind of a ghost. unsure what to say or do, trying to make sense of the storm that’s brewing deep inside her chest. part of her wants to tell him to get lost and shut the door in his face, but another part, the one that still loves him, can’t quite do it. “umm… hi,” she breathes, smoothing the front of her dress. suddenly, it seems a bit too short and a bit too bold, covered in midnight-blue sequins that catch every flicker of light as she moves. she discreetly kicks her high heels to the side, out of his sight, as if trying to hide the fact that she’s in the middle of getting ready to head out, that her friends will be here to pick her up any minute. although, she’s almost certain the smell of her perfume and hairspray, her glittery eyeshadow, have already given her away. it was taryn’s idea to head down to the sunset strip, party the heartbreak away… but now something about it just feels wrong. 

“i — i… i didn’t think you’d come,” she stutters awkwardly, lingering in the doorway. it’s the truth — she hasn’t expected to see him. not so soon, not after the way things ended between them a few nights ago. they broke up. the fight’s still fresh in her memory, even if certain details are slowly beginning to fade. it all started when steven’s drunk girlfriend, ex-girlfriend? who knows at this point?, made some stupid comments about how great axl was in bed, went on and on about it, which in turn led to erin flirting with a friend of theirs, tommy, the one who works at the viper room, and things escalated quickly from there… the bruises on her arms have turned yellowish, and she has to refrain from reaching out and touching the fading red lines that her nails craved in his cheek. 

“i didn’t think you’d remember.” looking at him now, her chest tightens. he’s holding this cake that’s clearly not store-bought and seems so… different. more defeated and heartbroken in this shy, boyish way than angry. “but you did, you remembered,” she says softly, her voice almost catching. she does her best to try and sound distant, but the crack in her tone betrays her. “did you — did you bake it yourself?” her heart feels heavy, tangled between resentment and the ache of something that hasn’t completely faded yet. the blue icing and s.weet c.hild have it melting involuntarily. “thank you. for remembering. and for the cake. it looks great. would you like to come in?” she asks, softer now, her eyes finally meeting his. her own tired and unsure, but searching for a flicker of hope, a reassurance that it’s not over yet. she steps aside from the door, gesturing for him to come on in. 

[imhereimqueerimfilledwithfear]

birfday. yayy🥳

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Jonathan was awake. Chained to the mortal realm by the curse known as memory. His eye that seemed to glow, bright, angry blue In the darkness would not leave the grandfather clock stood opposite to him, mocking him. As the reaper cried out in laughter, and the hand stuck midnight. He winced away before letting out a sigh.

46.