Was Expecting: Jake Lockley

At five years old, "Happy Birthday" is a hostess cake and a pixie stick at a roadside stop. Dad hands you a little metal box to light your own candle. "Something to know for later," he mutters. You lick the chocolate from your thumb, but it doesn't erase the bite of the metal.

At six years old, "Happy Birthday" is just a song sung in the car as the world leaves you behind again. Your baby brother doesn't even know the words yet.

At eight years old, "Happy Birthday" is the ugliest homemade chocolate cake you've ever seen (you haven't seen many). But it has the right number of candles, and it gets all over your face. Thank god for uncles.

At 17, "Happy Birthday" is a dismissal. You wish he would have just forgotten, like last year. Your stomach aches for days.

At 26, "Happy Birthday" is something you scoff to yourself in the mirror, alone. Your baby brother sings that song to other people you've never met.

At 30, "Happy Birthday" is surely a joke. But hey, at least you made this far. If that's even a good thing anymore.

By 40, "Happy Birthday" is just one more thing you don't let yourself think about. You wish you didn't know what day it was. Sometimes you don't.

At 41, "Happy Birthday" dares to be cautiously optimistic. You make your own desserts, in your own kitchen, with your own family. You smile when it gets all over the boy's face.

The day you turn 43, "Happy Birthday" is almost too overwhelming to hold. Your life is gentle; there is love. You watch the sunrise, and you're glad to be here. You think of all the people you have been. You are glad to be this one now.

damien's insta post with ian!!

has this been done yet?

this is my formal apology to the zukka nation for not posting art in *checks blog* 2 months , sorry!

Okay but, my mind on October 29, 2020? going absolutely batshit insane. Like I was just like I should probably finish Supernatural,,, not even thinking of the implications and with no regard to what would happen on November 5th. really makes you think about how the choices u make lead to ur destiny huh...

bro dean looked his dad in the eye and said “i have a family” and he was talking about his masc angel bestfriend and their nephil son. he looked his father and said i don’t want a wife and kids because i

It’s always crazy to me when someone writes a fanfic about two middle aged guys who are completely up to date with the current chronically online lgbtq discourse and enthusiastic users of the most niche micro labels. Like no offense but I know old homos and this ain’t it

If you could go back in time and show this to me a year ago and ask “Which one of these is not about the death of Queen Elizabeth?” I do not think you would get the correct answer out of me.