#and i still sleep with stuffed animals

[kirby-the-gorb]

[napping-sapphic]

Sure it’s still only january but maybe i am already mourning again that i won’t get to make origami flowers for someone this valentine’s day leave me alone

[blue-eli]

Ink October day five: Repose

Cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation.

To lie at rest.

To lie dead.

[moe-broey]

Three of them

[plushie-lovey]

Have you ever tried cuddling two plushies at once? It’s hard sometimes to fit them both in my arms but when I’m anxious or scared, I’ll cuddle two or more plushies!

I have! In the past I've cuddled up to 4 plushies at one time to fall asleep. They're all plushies that were gifts from my datemate. When he wasn't with me at night, I'd hold those plushies while I slep so it'd feel like I was hugging him, since I missed him so much! (one of the plush was Chubbychu who's very big, so it felt like someone's body wrapped in my arms. It was comforting)

[themetalvirus]

giant silver the hedgehog plushie save me giant silver the hedgehog plushie

[keeps-ache]

HEY

[princeanxious]

So, I am an adult.

At some point in life most adults usually accquire travel luggage/a suitcase for a variety of possible needs/reasons, if at all.

And.

My first suitcase purchase as an adult is squishmallow themed.

And I regret nothing.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Holy shit, babies do take up the entire bed

[leporellian]

it is cosmically funny in a way given. well look at this blog. that the stuffed animal i need to hold every night in order to fall asleep is a brown rabbit

[confier-boyfriend]

Fun fact the only reason I developed my weird “it’s not comfortable to sleep holding something” is because when I was younger I was so scared of house fires and didn’t want to loose my favorite stuffed animal that I would sleep holding it really right.

[whspermy-name]

i may not always talk and post ab them like I used to, but I still very much do love Jade and Floyd

[jettidaisy]

jamie headcanon

kind of me-dumping on him rn, fluff

even as james was still a little kid and yet only ever dreamed about visiting hogwarts one day (somewhere he only knew out of his parents' many many stories from their young years and instantly fell in love with), he was the friend everyone went to with their (silly, little) problems. he was the shoulder to cry on when marlene's first crush wanted nothing to do with them. he was the boy who stood up for pete when the bullies were mean to him again. james has always been james. and even in his years at hogwarts that never changed; in actuality, it got even worse.

and because of that, he had to grow up rather early in his being and had no other option really but to get strong with his emotions, or more precisely, at hiding them for the sake of others.

 

so when james was long ago out of puberty, his lost (emotional) childishness began to flower up again; his kind of obsessive want for stuffed animals grew and grew, and at the age of eighteen, he couldn't imagine going to bed without his stuffies anymore.

 

at that time, james was in a healthy relationship with regulus and lily who were rather fond of their bulky, quidditch-strong (sunshine) boyfriend sleeping with stuffed animals every night.

they even got him one for his birthday once, a very big deer plush, which james is now always using when none of his lovers can sleep and cuddle with him in the dorms at night.

[tempe-brennans]

the ick is back

[ghostsinthecellar]

turned three laundry baskets three bins and a box of clothes into one tall laundry pile, one tall underclothes-and-sundry pile, and a closet full of hung-up clothes. :) now I'm sitting on the floor avoiding getting up because the underclothes-and-sundry pile covers my whole bed (with some help from the stuffed animals) and dealing with it requires moving a table and a storage bin and I don't. wanna. currently

[cherry-pop-soda]

trying not to be sad abt my mom taking that old stuffed animal from me and keeping it for herself especially considering that she took it multiple years ago but at the same time. due to the aforementioned house fire and me losing most of my things as a result i think i never really learned to place importance on objects quite as much as most people seem to which would explain why i didn’t try very hard to stop her from taking it at the time. but also. that little bear was one of a very small handful of my things that survived the house fire and didn’t get thrown into storage to be lost forever or forgotten to time and my mom took it. and i’m kind of really upset about that and i guess it’s only now catching up to me