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Can we see stan regress after ford punches him when he gets out the portal and ford instantly remembers stan regresses ?👀

(Think of this as in the same AU as the teen regressor Stanley, a different one from Ford finding out Stanley does it when they’re old men. But. Guys, I will be so honest when I say I started tearing up during this one. It's a bit sad, but I mean, your brother who was your caregiver 40 years ago tackles and punches you, there's going to be some sad thoughts there, right? I hope it's not too sad for you guys, though! I left it on a happy note, and I think there's room for a way fluffier pt 2 if the requester gives their permission! Speaking of, thank you, @thehessianslady for your request! I hope I encapsulated your vision! I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it!

     I'm always open to helpful advice on my writing!)

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      Stan had waited 30 years for this moment. The moment he’d finally get his brother back had been 30 years in the making. Truthfully, he’s waited closer to 40 years, but he’s been working on this portal and fighting back the temptation to give up for 3 long decades. He’d waited so long to be reunited with Ford, his twin brother, his Sixer, only to be thanked with a punch in the face and tackled to the ground. Stan’s face and back were left aching within minutes-his chest, too, by the realization that Ford must have truly hated him still, enough to hit him. The years of isolation and regret he had in the confines of his mind began to unravel, the weight of pent-up emotions crashing over him like waves. These thoughts and feelings had caused the beginnings of Stan’s drop into his headspace, the fuzziness creeping in the edges of his mind. It had been slow enough that he could still act normal around Soos, the kids (he doubted Ford would even notice) while he and Ford explained the incident and the major history leading up to it, but Stan could slowly feel it take over. The noises and lights blurring around him at times, his slower processing, the familiar sensation of regressing (thanks to the internet he had finally understood what was happening to him) that had been creeping up since Ford’s outburst started hitting him like a freight train. He was lucky enough that the kids were tired from all the excitement of the day, from the FBI to the portal, and were ready to go to bed, he'd been so close to dropping that he snapped something at Ford-he couldn't remember what exactly Ford had said to get him so upset, but he knows it caused the ache and anguish in his chest to increase. He'd quickly retreated into his room and undressed, pulling on an old sweater of Ford's he had found-his brother may hate him, but he still found comfort in his clothes and items.

     All of that leads to where he is now, cuddling Poindexter and huddled in his blankie on the floor, too tired to make the trek to get up on his bed. His emotions transformed into a cocoon surrounding him, the familiar feelings of his regression wrapped around him like his teddy bear quilt, keeping him snuggled and warm, safe from the cold and harshness of the world outside. He stopped fighting so hard to be the adult he had to be- the protector, the boss, the uncle-and retreated into this simpler and safer place, where the weight of his regrets and past didn't crush him. He needed one more thing, however, something that hadn't seen the light of day in almost 40 years. He dug out an old box from beneath his bed, the cardboard old, stained, and falling apart. The flaps holding it closed were either gone or halfway torn off; he dug his hand end, knowing instinctively where his precious item was, despite not having seen it for decades. His hand leaves the box clutching an old and beat-up orange monkey, a button eye missing, but in surprisingly good shape for how cheap the thing was. It was his Mookie, his little orange monkey Ford and he had won at a fair when they were still teens in Jersey, it was his old stuffy, the one he used to clutch to his chest and chew on when he regressed as a teen-his "Mookie Time" as Ford called it back then, both them and the world largely unknowledgeable on the act of regressing. He kept it when he was kicked out, but he couldn't bring himself to hold it again, the memories too painful, the visual bringing him more pain than comfort. He was happy when he got Poindexter, the handmade teddy bear being his first comfort item since he was 17 and one he carried with him everywhere. But with everything that's recently happened, with his brother being back, he needs to see Mookie, to hold him, to introduce him to Poindexter, and apologize the best way he can for leaving him isolated, all sad and alone, for 40 years.

     The old toy smelled a bit musty, like dust and leather, but Stan crushed the stuffy against his chest anyways, hugging both of his stuffed friends close and rocking, small whimpers escaping his throat as he allowed himself to cry, to truly cry, for the first time in years. To cry about Ford and their relationship, how he used to care for Stan, they were best friends and best brothers, and now he has no one, hasn't had anyone for most of his life. He allowed himself to sob, trusting that Dipper and Mabel couldn't hear him from the attic, not with his door closed. He allowed himself to indulge in being little, really being in his headspace, for the first time since summer began. He wrapped his blankie tighter around him, wanting for the pressure of arms. But he couldn't have arms around him to hug him, he could never hope for that anymore, because he had nobody to love him anymore, and why would they? He's just a stupid baby, an idiot who clings on too hard to people and things. Nobody would want to hug a freak like him, someone who feels too small for the world and their body like he does. He wants Sixer, he wants him to hug him and kiss his forehead again, to soothe him against all the meanies outside, but he'll never have that again-

     "Stanley?" He stopped short, his aching moved down to his tummy at those words. Sixer? But his door was closed, wasn't it? Oh, Stan thought, looking up, he guess he didn't close it all the way. He doesn't know what to do, he wants the comfort of his brother, but his brother hates him now, and now he's kind of scared of Ford, he doesn't want to get yelled at again. He hates being yelled at. He meets Ford's eyes, the man standing in the cracked doorway, his frown and angry eyes smoothing when he glances down at Stan's arms. Did he see Mookie and Poindexter? Was he going to be mean to Stan, now, for not being able to be a big boy? Out of instinct, Stan huddles down and rolls under his bed, tucking himself in until his back hits the wall, causing another whimper to escape, his back still hurt from when Ford tackled him and his heating pad is all the way up on top of his bed.

     "Stanley? I know you were crying, I-" he hears Ford's boots stomp to his bed, he sees them stop a little bit away, shuffling. Ford doesn't speak for a long time, Stan doesn't know what he's thinking about. The sigh he hears has him flinching, though. "You're still having "Mookie Time", Lee, after all these years? I didn't think he would have lasted as long as he has." What does that mean!? Does Ford think Stan couldn't take care of Mookie? That he wouldn't still need this? Ford was obsessed with triangles, a stupid shape. He doesn't get to judge Stan. Not that Stan can say any of this, but his tongue feels like that time he ate a cotton ball, thinking it would taste like cotton candy. It didn't. It just made his mouth feel gross and dry and his tongue thick. He just watches as Ford's shoes get closer and closer to his bed and hidey hole, getting his clean floors all dirty with the weird and gross other dimension mud Ford had on his boots.

     "Stanley? Are you alright down there, you haven't fallen asleep, have you? It's not good to sleep on the floor at your age."

     Stan curls up as he sees Ford kneel and peek under the bed, he's not angry looking anymore, but he doesn't look happy? His mouth is doing a weird "smile/frown" thing with his eyebrows raised high on his head and he doesn't know what that means. Ford reaches a hand underneath the bed and towards Stan. He flinches, burying his head in his stuffies and hiding away from Ford. Is he going to hurt him again? Call him mean names like "Knucklehead", like what Pa' called him? Stan doesn't know. He doesn't know his brother anymore, he's been traveling for so long through different and meaner dimensions, what if that changed him? Does he think Stan's a stupid baby now like Pa' always said? The thought makes him reach up and rub his cheek, the one Ford punched earlier. His ouchie hurts even more at the thought of Ford treating him like Pa' once did

     "Lee?" Ford's voice sounds small and croaky, kind of like a frog croak. Stan brings his head out from behind his stuffy friends, looking at Ford. And it confuses him. His brother's got a really big frown on his face, his eyebrows are scrunched up really tightly, but in a sad way, not a mean and angry way. He's pulling his hand back, his fingers curling up in a way he hasn't seen in forever, not since middle school, probably. Stan's never seen this expression on Ford before, and it makes his tummy do bad flips, he doesn't like Ford looking like this.

     "...'M sow-rry..." Stan tries his best to speak properly, his "r" sounding more like a "w" and his voice soft, like a whisper. It's hard to speak when he feels little, when his mouth feels like a cotton ball. But he has to apologize. For what? He doesn't know, but hopefully Ford does so then he can stop looking at Stan like that and making his tummy do bad flips. He doesn't think it works because Ford drops his head, almost touching the ground with it, and just shakes it, mumbling something Stan can't understand. Is it an alien language? That'd kind of be cool.

     "No, Lee, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I-I...I shouldn't have hit you like that. That was...You were...the portal..." Ford can't finish his sentence, scrunching his eyes together like he was thinking really hard. He lays down on the ground, not under the bed like Stan was, but on his side and facing Stan. They stare at each in silence again, Ford's eyes looking all around his face, stopping at where Stan's ouchie was. This makes him want to hide his face away again, but he doesn't. He still wants to look at Ford, really look at him. He hasn't done that in so long. Stan still misses him, even if he did hurt him and say mean things to him, and wants him to leave. Ford looks at his hand again, and lays it flat on the floor under the bed, not reaching towards him like before, but not curled into his body.

     "I shouldn't have reacted like that. I-I was just so angry and upset because I almost had him, I almost defeated Bill." The triangle guy? "But the portal activated, and I had to go through it before Bill could get to it. And I just," Ford sighs and shuts his eyes tightly, gathering his thoughts before he could get too frustrated and lash out again. "I was angry, and I took that anger out on the first thing I saw. On you. And that wasn't right of me, I should know better. You should have known better than to rebuild the portal-No. No, I'm not blaming you for my actions, that would be remiss of me. I just-I'm no good with words Lee. Not when trying to apologize, it seems." Here, Ford just looks at Stan again, he's not smiling or frowning, but he looks gentle, almost like he did when they were still living back in Jersey.

     "While I'm still am-upset at you for rebuilding the portal, I shouldn't have hurt you, Stanley. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that, I shouldn't have acted like that, it's below me-below us. Please don't be scared of me. Because the truth is- I have missed you. I've missed you for so long, and I missed taking care of you in this way, too. If you'd have me, if I haven't broken your trust in me too badly, I still want to take care of you during your Mookie Time," Yep. Stan still hates that name, he likes the terms "regression" and "littlespace" much better. "And I see you've gotten another friend. I'd love to meet him, if you're up for it, Lee."

     Ford doesn't say anything after that, leaving Stan to think. Sixer did apologize for hurting him, even though he's still mad at Stan, he can work with mad and not hate. Can he trust Ford? He's never been the type to bully others, mock maybe, but never about serious things, about things that make people "freaks". He's never been mean when Stan regressed as a teenager. But this is a grown-up Ford, who knows what he's like? Stan certainly doesn't. But...Ford also doesn't know Stan, not like he used to, so he could still end up not liking him after getting to know him again. This is a lot of grown-up thinking that he'd rather not do, he wants to continue to drift all floaty, but he misses Sixer so badly, and if he says he still wants to take care of him, then maybe Stan can work up that trust again. He doesn't think he can let his brother hug him or brush his hair back for now, no matter how much he wants to. And that's not just because of what Ford did, Stan hasn't had a nice touch in so many years, he's lost count since the last nice hug he got. But, he thinks he can hold Sixer's hand, at least. He thinks he needs it to get out from under his bed, his back is starting to ache even more and he wants to lay on his heating pad and special pillow.

     Stan thinks that, maybe, he can hold Ford's hand, that he can learn to trust that it won't hurt him again, that it can be soft and gentle and easy with him. He knows it will take a while, but hopefully, Ford will let him stay and they can go back to being best friends and the best twins again. He's badly missed his brother, and the ache in his chest and tummy lessen when he thinks about being cared for by him again. By being loved by him.

     Stan reaches a hand out, gently intertwining his five fingers with Ford's six.

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Caregiver Stanford Pines Stimboard!!

🌱 🔭 🧤 | 🌱 🔭 🧤 | 🌱 🔭 🧤

🌼 media: gravity falls

🐝 age appropriate? yes! the show is rated around Y7 or PG13 depending on the country but overall it is a fun show, especially for cryptid loving regressors!! the last few episodes are a little more intense so i recommend checking any warnings before watching and remember, it's always okay to turn anything off if it isn't for you! <3

🍯 rqd by: @littlestarrypuppy

🌻 note: he's stressed out, he deserves a kiddo to baby and look after!!

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I cant hear the word ‘regression’ without my tiny little brain going “regression? Age regression! Yayayay, yippee! Thats me! I do that!”

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🪽thinking about ....

mama making sure im doing okay during a ruff day 🩷 check in texts and hand squeezes!!

them scolding me gently if i cuss too much hehe

mama making sure i take my meds!!

going to a museum and looking at everything for the 100th time like its the first :) playing with all the kids' science stuff too!!

going to the lake with mama, having them reapply my sunscreen so their baby doesnt get burnt too bad 💗

carrying around my plushies and toys in a bag with a window so they can watch 🩵

not having to worry about anything with mama, everything is always ready for me :3

cuddling with them without a care in the world

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I have seen this before and it Willy bothers me, if you're making something to do with age regression whether it be a fan fiction or just a Tumblr post and the CG and little aren't in a romantic relationship don't tag it with the ship, your CG does not have to be your romantic partner and most of the time there's nothing in the Post itself implying that the relationship is romantic when the little isn't regressed

It bothers me for two reasons, one, I filter out certain ships because I don't like them, but sometimes I want to see those two characters in a platonic Little CG relationship, And two, sometimes I want to read a story about two characters that I do ship being a little and their caregiver, but I want it to be very clear that outside of regression, that person is still their romantic partner, In the first one, I filter out stories that feature the platonic relationship that I'm looking for because the person tagged it as ship, and in the second one, I'm disappointed because I actually wanted ship, and there's no ship

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Regressor Dipper & caring Pines Family headcanons while I slowly get back into the vibe of my drabble drafts

Edited: accidentally become a story so uh, enjoy!

Dipper starts regressing after Ford comes through the portal because of all the overwhelming feelings he's been trying to push away from the summer & it just gets to be way too much to handle at once

First time regressing is full of fear and confusion, he doesn't know what's happening, and it after everyone is asleep so he's kinda stuck being alone

Well. That is until Mabel wakes up to see her brother confused and crying. She does the best she can to calm him down and get him to sleep but it's also confusing for her bc she doesn't understand (yet) why her twin is acting almost...younger

After that, the twins talk in the morning in their room and start to research and figure it out from there

Dipper is wary of telling Stan bc he's afraid he'll be called "weak" or something; Mabel can keep it secret for as long as Dipper needs her to bc this is an Important Sibling Secret

Stan picks up on them hiding something from him with how jumpy Dipper gets & how Mabel is using all her effort to stay quiet about it

He doesn't ask but does think it's pretty weird; he gets more and more worried as time goes on & his brain, knowing how he himself has acted when really scary things happened to him, comes up with the worst possible answers

Stan starts going a little easier on them, Dipper especially, while trying to hide how worried he is (even Ford has noticed Stan's concern by now)

Ford then takes notice of the twins' jumpy and odd behavior around certain topics & so he takes mental notes of it to piece it together

Neither grunkle know what age regression is, per se, but they understand vulnerable states of mind so they just keep watch

after a few accidental slips of Dipper acting younger, the grunkles figure it's some mental coping thing he's embarrassed about (which isn't that far from it, actually)

neither grunkle are sure how to approach asking & neither know that the other knows, but this is solved after they talk one night when the twins are sleeping

after that, given the change in gentleness Stan is portraying, Mabel convinces Dipper to try to ask Stan about the topic in general just to test the waters

Well that was the plan. instead of that, Dipper gets triggered into an unpleasant panic due to a nightmare and Stan comes to check on the terrified crying if his great nephew

The night is a rough one, Mabel stays near by to help Dipper calm down, Stan doesn't really know how to help but he holds and hugs Dipper because that's what he did when the twins were toddlers when he visited in the past (it works a lot better than he thought it would)

After that, there's an awkward conversation about what happened and Dipper is really relieved when Stan doesn't make a comment about him being "weak" and instead just kinda shrugs and goes "brains are like that sometimes I guess"

So, some time later, and Ford is informed about it after Dipper makes a mention of it, and researches age regression for hours on end to better support his great nephew

All this to say, Dipper has found himself with three different people who love and care for him no matter if he's 12 or a toddler

Btw, he tends to regress to toddler age and is usually satisfied with cuddling his sister or grunkles, watching old cartoons, and reading science books geared towards younger kids

next time I need to just stick to random generic headcanons before it turns into a drabble in list form

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The regressor feeling of "man i wish they made that but in adult sizes"

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i wanna go to school with other littles and have it divided by grades thru elementary ! i wanna wake up in the morning and pack my lil backpack and have a carer pack my lunch, take my sippy and maybe a favorite plush with me, get all buckled in the car and dropped off! i wanna hug my carer bye and then get to see all my little friends. we could have different activity stations and different grade levels and practice times tables, addition, or counting depending on our levels! practice sight words or read simple books, and have circle reading time! the teacher would pick a book and we could all sit on a rug in a circle and listen carefully, waiting to see the pictures! we could have chapter books like Junie B. Jones and Goosebumps for older kids, and touch and feel sight word books for littler ones! we could have coloring stations, bracelet making stations, and themed activities/crafts for seasons or holidays :3 and then have lunch time and recess outside with a big grassy field and playground!!! i wanna turn in worksheets and get stickers on them and bring activities home to my carer to have them put on the fridge :,)

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Sorry this took a bit, tumblr just straight up deleted half of what I had written and I had to have a bit of a cry before I got back into it. But! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you stuck around this long to see it through! I did have fun writing it, these two are so cute and stanley deserves all the care and love in the world! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

With all the Love in the World,

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"Okay now, Stanley, it's nap time. Go and pick out what book you want me to read to you since we finished the last one. Go on." Ford ushered his brother, who had been little for a better part of the day, towards their little book nook, it's just a small shelf Ford had put up with some books aimed towards young children, Stanley added some fairy lights to make it more fun. Ford did have to admit the lights were a nice touch, making it seem cozy and warm. They just finished reading Charlotte's Web last week, and Lee loved it for all that he cried during it. Ford was worried at first, thinking the book was too much, but once his brother was feeling bigger, he explained how crying did make him feel better, getting all those "icky feelings" out in a way that didn't involve hitting things. He still doesn't quite believe him, but he'll acquiesce for now.

Ford waits patiently, Lee wants to pick his books alone, the tone of the book deciding how he felt, how young he felt, in that moment. It's a good indicator, though he would love to help Lee pick put a book sometimes when he's feeling small, he can't help it, Lee always looks so cute when he's concentrating and trying to make a decision. If he was allowed, Ford would take a million photos of that face, alas, his Little brother is camera shy. A tugging at his sleeve pulls Ford's attention away from his thoughts, Lee holds a book out to Ford, looking down and his feet his face red. Ford commits that face to memory to draw later, he looks so cute. He wants to pinch his cheeks and kiss them. Moses, he's turning into Ma'. Ignoring those thoughts, Ford grabs the book, another small chapter book, and reads the title.

"Oh, Lee. Are you feeling smaller right now, hmm?" Ford asks with a smile, holding the first Winnie the Pooh book in his hands. It's an old one, Stanley picked it out from a thrift store in town, the worn cover reminding him of that nice old woman, the one who made him Poindexter and his quilt. Ford wonders if she may possibly be alive somewhere.

His Lee shyly nods, rocking slightly on his feet and tangling his fingers at the ends of his hair-the mullet had been cut and evened out-the actions tugging at Ford's heart strings. His brother was so cute. He has to draw this when Stanley’s napping. "Well that's okay, Lee. You know I don't mind if you feel smaller today. Do you want to nap on the bed or do you want to make a bed in the living room?" Ford would prefer Stanley wanting to nap in bed, but if his twin really wants to, he'll drag every blanket in the house down stairs and make him a nest.

"Mmm..." Stanley rocks, finger going up to tap at his lips, Ford lets it as long as his brother doesn't start biting at it. After a while, this is a very big decision for his brother to make, Stan points upstairs in the direction of their rooms, wanting to nap in his bed. Ford takes his hand, Stan can be unsteady when he's feeling small, and walks up stairs with him. He makes sure to go slowly, reminding his Lee to hold on to the stair rails so he doesn't fall. "...can do it..." is the only response Stanley gives, pouting all the while as he holds the railing with one hand and Ford's in the other. They slowly make their way to Stanley’s room, turning the lights on to reveal his bed, outfitted with his favorite teddy bear quilt and his beloved Poindexter. Ford still can't get over how...complicated he feels knowing his brother named his stuffed animal after him and how deeply he's cherished it for a decade now.

"Come on, Lee, up up in bed, I'll tuck you in." Ford pulls back the comforter and quilt, helping Stan up and settled in bed, one time Stanley slipped off the bed when he was feeling small and Ford's panic about his tears caused even more crying-it was a rough day. “Let’s get you all nice and tightly tucked in, Lee. Right, bud? As snug as a bug.” It took Ford a while to get used to this childish talk, he’s still embarrassed by it sometimes, but Stanley loves it. It’s starting to come more naturally to him as he keeps talking in this manner.

“...’n a rug?” Lee asks, chewing on his finger. Which Ford swiftly replaces with a rabbit pacifier he has laying on the bedside table; not Lee’s favorite but Ford thinks it’s rather cute. His brother’s hands are already torn up, and he’d hate for them to get worse before he finishes perfecting and experimenting with his healing salve. It’s main purpose is to reduce inflammation and scarification on the first two layers of the skin initially, with more permanent healing taking place after being used consecutively for several days-

“As snug as a bug in a rug, Lee.” Ford cuts himself off. This is no time to be thinking about his projects, not with his Little brother in front of him. Stan is what, who, his focus needs to be on. He leans down and presses a kiss onto his brother’s forehead as he starts to meticulously tuck in the covers.

“...’n Poindexter?”His brother asks around the pacifier. Stan holds his ragged teddy bear up, as if presenting the toy for inspection. But Ford knows what his brother is really asking for. He presses a loud and overdone kiss on the plush’s head, biting back a smile at the giggling bursting forth from his brother. He needs to keep his brother calm or else he’ll never nap. He’s just too cute though. 

“Yes, of course I’ll tuck your friend in with you, Lee. Nice and snug as a bug.” He tucks the toy in his brother’s arms, pulling the beloved quilt up, covering the two of them and tightly tucking the corners in. Ford smoothes back his brothers hair, it's grown out a bit from that rather horrendous mullet he had all those months ago.

“In a rug!” Lee giggled, kicking his feet beneath the blankets. Ford bit back a coo, his brother hearing that would be way too embarrassing for him. He sat next to his brother, bundled and tucked in tightly with his quilt, and opened the story book Lee picked out.

“Are you ready for your story? Or do you need to get more situated first, Lee?” Ford asked, looking over to his brother. His brother who was clutching his bear and staring up at him. Staring as if he had hung the moon. Moses, Ford cleared his throat, his heart is going to give out on him one of these days from how sweet his brother looks. “Story time it is, then.” Ford turned to the first page-

“Voices.” Ah, of course.

“Yes, Lee, I’ll do the voices, too.” He turns back to the first page of the book, face red at the thought of even attempting to do Winnie the Pooh’s voice. Stan really has him wrapped around his finger.

Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

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⭐️ you're still a valid regressor if... ⭐️

🌷 you've been struggling to regress recently

🍼 you don't regress very often

🐛 you can only regress alone

🎀 you can only regress with someone else

🐚 you don't feel like you know a lot about it

🫧 it's hard for you to get completely tiny

🌸 you're still able to do a lot of big kid things when small

🐳 you feel like you don't fit the typical "aesthetic"

🦢 you're ashamed of your regression

⭐️ you're all seen and loved and so important to this community!! you're tiny and cute and valid and i'm so glad you're here!! ⭐️

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Ford Pines would be a good fictional Cg ^o^

And Mabel would be a good big sissy :3

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i dunno if anyone other than me needs to hear this but your stuffed animals love you!

even if they don't sleep in bed with you every night! even if you don't play with them very often! even if they fall on the floor, or you squish them accidentally! even if you forget them in your bag overnight!

they all love you even if you've been spending a lot of time with one specific one and not as much with them! they know that different stuffies help bring you different comfort and they love you and love when you feel happy and safe!

your stuffed animals are your friends and they feel loved by you and they love you too :)

sfw interaction only!

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Also very important for anyone who has squishmallows if you own a top-down washing machine those can be really dangerous for your squishmallows so you better to hand wash them, bacon still go in the dryer for a nice fun tumble dry afterwards but the top down washing machine is just a little too dangerous, it's not that hard to hand wash a plushie just get a bucket or bathtub fill it up with water and a little bit of laundry detergent and then dunk them in don't worry they're having fun it's like a water park Adventure

Toys/Stuffies PSA!

Here’s a few things I wanted to remind you about your toys and plushies! It’s important to remember!

✨ Your toys love you so much!!! You are their best friend, don’t forget that!

✨ Toy Story is fictional! Your toys don’t feel sad or upset when you don’t play with them for a while! They understand, and they’re happy regardless. When you get new toys, they’re happy to have new friends!

✨ Stuffies need to be washed. Make sure you give them a nice warm, relaxing bath occasionally. Stuffies don’t breathe like we do, so they enjoy being soaked underwater sometimes. They’re also very flexible! Ringing water out of them and scrubbing them is like a nice massage!

✨ They like the washer and dryer! It’s like a theme park ride! Just make sure it’s gentle, you don’t want them getting hurt!

✨ If you wake up, and a plushie is on the floor, don’t feel bad! That means they went on a super secret mission to make sure there were no monsters hiding anywhere

✨ There are plenty of ways to play! There is no one way to play, so don’t feel bad if you don’t interact with your toys the same way as someone else, or even if you don’t have any toys! Here’s a post on some non pretend play ideas!

✨ If you can’t keep a toy, don’t worry, they’re not upset! It’s just the beginning of a new adventure for them!

✨ It’s okay if you struggle to give your toys names and personalities! As long as you like them, that’s what matters!

Personally, I love thrifting my plushies and toys! It’s like reaching an animal from a shelter, versus a pet store! :3 all toys deserve love 🩵

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Shout out to disabled age regressors who regress because of their disability or in response to their disability

Shout out to disabled age regressors who need to use baby bottles, sippy cups, pacifiers, diapers or things similar even when they aren't regressed

Shout out to disabled age regressors who mostly sleep when they regress because they don't have the energy for much else

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awareness for people who watch stimboards on Pinterest ⓘ

If you're a little, pet, cg, flip, etc etc who likes to go on Pinterest to watch stimboard videos, please block an account who goes by @/sincerelyforeveryours.

While this account explains that she's makes annoying stimboards and that "they're not supposed to be taken seriously anyway" she posts stimboard videos with the false hope that they're safe. (Putting "/safe/srs") On every video she posted. When in reality they're anything but.

She makes harmless looking ones and then adds loud jumpscares randomly during the video. If not jumpscares, flashing lights that causes headaches and might trigger someone with epilepsy. (I, don't have epilepsy, but her flashing lights gave me headaches)

And it's unfortunate that her stimboards actually caused hospital accidents for some people who viewed her stimboards unknowingly of the unexpected scares added). She refuses to change her stimboards even when she "promises" to add warnings. She never did.

THESE ARE EXTREMELY MISLEADING! I had the misfortune of stumbling onto one of these when regressed and left the video with a headache, and a sobbing mess from a horrible panic attack. These stimboards may cause epilepsy, anxiety triggers, cause relapses, etc.. don't be fooled with the "safe" written on the boards.

Please stay away from this account. She's a troll and she SENT SOMEONE TO THE HOSPITAL. POSSIBLY MORE. BLOCK AND REPORT HER PLEASE.

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