they found the eldest’s body

the day the youngest came into manhood

one stepped into his life

the other stepped out

one boy was surrounded by loved ones

happy and hopeful for the future

one boy was completely alone

drowning in his own despair

such joy filling a soul

shortly followed by it cleaving

a crack that will never be mended

the third who loves them both

will forever bear the Scars

Today is my older brother’s birthday. He should be 34.

This!

new york city

dude im soooo gonna come into my own at the age of 30 #TRUST

i'd make a joke about "let the HUSBAND giggle under the covers and tell HIS WIFE to put that camera away before dying before HIS WIFE'S story starts" but lets be real he'd still get more fanart

sir do you understand that you are being criticized right now

The best thing about tumblr is you can just make a criticism of a very specific person completely unprompted and then that person will appear as if summoned in your notes to prove your point for you.

Grandpa Hank, Ghost of Cheese

When I did wrestling, my grandpa showed up to most of my wrestling meets. Wrestling was fairly exciting, and it had a lot of action, so I understood why he did this. 

When I did cross country, my grandpa showed up to most of the races. That made less sense to me, as cross country is not very exciting to watch. It is like NASCAR if the cars had an absolute maximum top speed of 12 MPH and could throw up. But my dad pointed out that watching long distance running was sort of like watching people volunteer to torture themselves, and if you were the right kind of deranged you could get really into that. Which led me to believe that my grandpa maybe just liked watching people run until they puked. 

Then I did Academic Decathlon, which is standardized testing as a sport, and I cannot emphasize enough how boring it was to attend. We'd all go into big, monitored rooms and fill out scantrons and then go back and stress eat for an hour while the sheets got fed into an auto-grader. And my grandpa would show up to that. He'd sit in the hall outside the test room, and he'd wait for me to leave, and then he'd be very enthusiastic about however I said it went. If I said the test was hard, he'd go ah, so then imagine how hard it must have been hard for everyone else. That's good! And if I said it was easy, he'd go, ah, of course it was easy for you Babs. Of course it was. But for everyone else, surely, it was a challenge. 

truly anything can be good if you do enough textual analysis

fandom at its core is about asking the age old question “what if they were doing that shit on purpose” and then they weren’t

camping predates the invention of fun

It's a little surprising that the "Monday's child is fair of face" nursery rhyme never caught on as an arbitrary personality-assigner in the same way astrology did. It makes the same amount of sense.

Imagine people going around saying "yeah I could never date a Wednesday child, they're wired to be miserable and emotionally draining and as a Friday child I know I'd end up doing so much emotional labour for them"

For those who don't know (I didn't either):

So now, I ask...

I feel the urge to remind people that we had a WEDNESDAY CHILD segment on the news for foster kids who were looking for adoptive homes. The 90e were wild.

FWIW, I’m a sabbath child.

I’m a Thursday’s child. And I actually already knew about the rhyme

you guys should incorrectly caption this

Maurice

Maurice

Maurice

Maurice

I'm begging of you, please don't take my man

this is a trans masc appreciation post. y'all are cool as hell.