#but thday

[ghuleh-recs]

PSA - Reblogging all my gremlin gifs today because it’s his birthday. There are ✨ a few. ✨ No I am not normal about him and I probably never will be. Here have a genuinely shitty gif I never shared to start with:

#happy per-thday queue incoming #dewdrop ghoul #my gifs #unmasked ghouls #kinda #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[chonnysinferno]

birt hjday p[ost

#yippee!!! #^_^ #my [(or the body's)] bir thday!!! #- 🌗

[kel-mp4]

ya boy made another trip around the sun

#i wanted to draw a bird with a party hat make like a tree and leaf me alone #but yeah birthday doodle hooray #call that a bird-thday

[shuicheese]

i kn ow i posted this everywhe re in my socmed but.     my. cat got hospitalized, and i got news when i woke up that he didn’t make it.

i get that he;s in a better place but w hy did this h ad to happen why did it ha d to be so soon wh y  c nat. i just. i did sm b ut it wasnt e noguh. 

#..... #.... #... #.. #. #// pet loss tw #stfu bird #// vent tw #he;s too important to m e and i just. #my b ir thday is soon and m y b irthday wish w as for him to be home and to b e wi th him. #but bhjfbhjfbhbf life. h ates me so much after tkai ng him away from me

[sunshine-my]

(via ็Happy purr-thday Pullover Sweatshirt by sukanda)

#findyourthing #redbubble #pullover sweatshirt #happy purr thday #love cats

[warongender]

happy coming-out-aversary to meeeeeeeeee 🖤

#ribbit #its my (boy)thday!! :) #trans #transmasc

[supportforoscar]

Happy birthday from Sara

Happy birthday from Sara

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#message for Oscar #nie thday wishes #Oscar Pistorius #support

[1o1percentmilk]

birds birds birds

happy bir(d)thday @vrieseas ! thanks for being cool (UuU)

#id in alt #mp100 #joseph from the government #hatori nozomu #milkart2206 #ok NOW its ur birthday HAHA #minor goof up #but yeahh! #thx for being a bringer of joy

[kayur]

It's Brrr-thday time, baby!

#ensemble stars #enstars #hokuto hidaka #id in alt #THAT LINE CRACKED ME UP

[thenightfolknetwork]

Greetings and salutations! Most people writing in say that it’s their first time doing so. I admit, that isn’t quite the case for me. I sent in a letter back in 1942, asking about whether or not I should medically transition—though of course the terminology was a bit different then.

I admit, I don’t remember the specifics of your response, but whatever it was, within twelve months I was taking testosterone pills. And I’ve been on HRT since then! It’ll be eighty years come January. I suppose I’m what you might call an elder in the community, though I certainly don’t look it.

That’s sort of why that I’m writing to you again. As you know, most genuses age getting older, but some age getting younger. My genus, whatever it is, does a combination of the two. I aged normally from when I was born til when I was 73. At that point, I died, spent about a day and a half decomposing, a day and a half un-decomposing, and then popped up out of my casket! My relatives were… surprised, to say the least. I think we all were. Regardless, I grew younger at the same rate until I was seven years and four months old, and then boomeranged and started growing older again. I’m currently in my third repeat of this cycle, putting me at about 375.

I don’t mind it, honestly. I know that a lot of folks who grow younger tend to dislike it, for very understandable reasons—being patronized by someone a fifteenth of your age is quite an experience. But aside from the condescension and not always being able to reach the top shelf, I think it’s pretty fun! Nothing beats hide-and-seek as a nine year old, and when I’m in the de-aging half of life, it’s always a relief to get my 30-year-old knees back.

There is another aspect to it, though. However my body ages, it de-ages in the exact same way, no more and no less. For example, let’s say I get a tattoo when I’m 27 years and two days old, while aging up. I’ll have that tattoo through when I die, and all the way back down to when I’m 27 years and 3 days old. It’ll disappear sometime during the following day, and by the time I’m 27 years and one day old, it’ll be like I never got it done. It’ll pop up again the next time I’m that age, but for those 40-ish years, I just won’t have it.

And attempts to change by body while I’m growing younger all vanish after the day—I’ve become very well-versed in wigs for this reason. I can change my body while aging up again (I don’t choose the tattoo example lightly; someday I’ll figure out a system that prevents me from getting overlapping ones), but it's a rather long wait.

Still, it’s primarily just a nuisance. I’ve had plenty of time to figure out workarounds and roundabouts. However. I’m almost 34 right now, and have about 14 months until I hit the date I first took testosterone. My boy-thday, if you will. Ahem. Anyway. For the past few years, I’ve been slowly but surely getting a body closer to the one I had when I started medically transitioning.

I’ve tried continuing to take T, consulting with other people who grow younger, even contracting time travelers to see what they could do, all to no avail. When these 14 months are up, I’ll have a form indistinguishable from the one I was so desperate to escape. From then, it’ll be about 20 years until I’ll have even a little-kid sort of androgyny again.

I have lived through this period in my life before. I’ve lived through it on five separate occasions. I will be alright. But every time, it hurts. Quite a lot. And I fear that these upcoming two decades will hurt even more, since I’ll know what it’s like to live without that underlying sense of constant pain.

I’m not exactly sure what I’m asking here, maybe you can tell me what my question is, but, um. Do you have any advice?

Thank you so much for writing in, reader. It's always lovely to hear from people who have found my advice helpful in the past, and I hope I can offer you the same comfort and support you felt in 1942.

An important thing to remember here is that, no matter what stage of life your body is at, it is still your body. To be clear: a trans body. Your physical appearance may seem to be resetting, but your life experience is not wiped out by each new cycle. You carry with you all your past experiences, and all your current perspectives.

You may or may not consider yourself to have been male during your first adolescence. The way we frame our own histories naturally varies from person to person, and not everyone retroactively identifies their younger self in the same way they identify in the present.

But regardless of how you perceive that earlier self, your current self is undoubtedly transgender. That doesn't change just because your body does. When your dysphoria starts to rear its head, hold onto that. Your body does not define your gender, and your identity is valid no matter what you look like.

Of course, you still need to find ways to manage that dysphoria when it happens. I'm sure you're well aware of your options for temporary, daily management of your appearance through wigs, gender affirming clothing, and so on. You might also consider applying a glamour to yourself to help your outward appearance more closely match your inner self.

If you're not a practitioner yourself, you can either use ready-made glamours or hire a practitioner to craft one to your own specifications. Even off-the-rack glamours can be expensive, however, so you may want to save this option for special occasions rather than daily use.

Beyond that, your best defences against the anguish of gender dysphoria are good mental and emotional health, and a supportive community. Be sure to practise regular self-care (real self-care, not the type invented to sell face masks and scented candles) and lean on your loved ones as much as you need to during this difficult period.

Finally, remember: your body is not the enemy here. You deserve to be treated with gentleness, love and kindness, and this extends to your physical self, too. Try to develop a practice of mindfulness and active gratitude, checking in with your body regularly and taking note of all the joys you can experience as a physical being, from enjoying the cold wind on your cheeks or the smell of clean bedding, to the delights of good sex, delicious food, or a hot shower after a long day.

This is a difficult time of your life, and you have my sympathy. But I don't believe it has to be a source of “constant pain”. Treat yourself kindly, let others support you, and know that no matter what the world perceives, you know who you are, and nobody can take that away from you.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

[speyerboot]

BO-THDAY ART FOR THE BO-THDAY BOY (6/12) @hellobeau

#happy birthday (6/12) mr Bohello

[starpawedart]

Happy bear-thday to @davesdude80 ! 🐻

#kurtofsky #glee #sketch #davesdude80

[buff-borf-bork]

Work's been pushing Joseph hard, he just want's to go home and brood. And try to pretend it doesn't bother him.

A short oneshot, jacktor/reader or jacktor & reader

Fluff, short and sweet!

Joseph mops his face of sweat and make up. The towel hits the wall with a thud, and falls to the ground. The voices beyond his dressing room murmur on. Wisps of conversation, planning for tomorrow, how today went. Comments on his performance and questions of his quality. 

Half of his cigarette falls to the ground. With a groan, he stomps out the ember as it glows in the low light and spits the other half in the trash. Grabs the carton, bites on the butt, and an almost comforting click of the lighter. His eyes flick to the mirror, his scowling face glancing back, before sliding off again like the flame light. If there's red paint on his face, missed in the minimal lighting, that’s just how it is tonight. He doesn't need the headache of worrying about it or fluorescent lights. Besides. Anything that’s left, the hot and muggy June night will take care of on his walk home.

Pushing himself out of the chair, he locks the dressing room door behind him. Walking through the set, even with his size, height and demeanour, no one pays him any mind. Despite himself, his eyes lazily scan around him and he listens for anyone or even anything that might try to catch his attention. Maybe someone flagging him down. Or an extra smile. As if they’d have to try to seek him out.

You could easily find him in the crowd, but no one finds what they’re not looking for.

The apartment building is quiet. As if it were empty and he was the only tenant. His steps weigh heavier as they echo down the halls. The lack of others even at a distance adds to a weariness he can’t seem to shake. Thankfully, his apartment is in sight. At least he can lay and rot and continue to try and convince himself he’s not bothered about anything in peace.

He takes another step, and something hits the toe of his shoe.

Glancing down his already tense face sours more as his brows furrow. At his feet lies a small tin. It’s dollar store quality, cheap and thin, the festive paint on it glossy and new. He picks it up and opens it without a thought, just another surprise ‘to do’ item to check off his list. 

A jostled cupcake. He blinks at it. Closing the tin again and giving it a proper look, a tag is taped on, ‘Happy Birthday’ scrawled on. Or mostly scrawled on. The gifter ran out of room for birthday, and oh, it’s finished on the back of the tag to fully read ‘Happy Bir- thday Joseph. They really had to cram his name in there. 

His face relaxes on its own without him having to force it, the first time today. Though it’s been tipped to lean against the wall of the tin, the cupcake's frosting stays intact. He brings it inside and sets it on his counter. Poking at the icing, it’s stiff. As if it’s mildly stale or at least has been set… 

Maybe it had been left on his doorstep sometime yesterday? He hadn't had the time to come home and spent his entire birthday…

Inside the tin lies a candle as well. He pokes it in the icing and with a familiar, comforting click of his lighter, grants himself a birthday wish. He takes a bite and sighs at the taste. Coffee cake.

You’d spent the better part of the evening bouncing your leg as you sat on your couch. You have to ask yourself, is it a little stalkery to wait for one of your neighbours to arrive at the apartment building and see the gift you’d left for him yesterday? Maybe! But it’s just so if he freaks out over the gift, you can immediately step into the hallway and apologize. Because yes, having someone know where you live and leave a gift is probably creepy. But you can’t just walk up to him on set, the main host of the show, and give it to him! And if you’d tried to leave it in his dressing room someone could have seen you! At least this way, if he likes it, great! If he seems freaked out you can explain you’re not a stalker fan!

And you’re not.

A stalker or a fan… You’re a coworker who happens to live in the same apartment building as him. Which also, in your defence, isn’t unusual, a lot of people who have work on that filming lot live in the apartments in this neighbourhood, including this one. It’s cheap and near by–

Your over thinking and tumbling thoughts are frozen in place as you hold your breath, his footsteps approaching. You hear a door open and close. What you don’t hear are any sounds of concern. With a deep and relieved sigh that he probably isn’t calling the authorities, you're finally able to relax for the night.

The morning is bright and blissfully cool before the heat can settle low on the streets. You pass through the filming lot, past other studio sets while something scratches in your mind. It has been ticking away at the back of your skull since the day before. This feeling you've forgotten something.

“WHO USED MY KITCHEN!” Your posture turns pin straight as the call goes out. The Tv chef throws a fit. And bowls with dried and crusted batter.

Right. That's what you forgot to do.

#swwsdj #sdj #sunny day jack #jacktor #fic

[thatoneasianartist]

HAPPY BUR-THDAY!!!

@skretri

#poggers #happy birthday #happy burthday #sona fanart

[spectra-bear]

BEAR-THDAY TODAYYY

#hope yall have a good one <33 #Does my lil damcy dance #birthday #azzy art

[sunshine-my]

(via ็Happy purr-thday Classic T-Shirt by sukanda)

#findyourthing #redbubble #t-shirt #cats #happy purr thday