#animals i want to cuddle

[untitledgoosegay]

re last reblog I do see fanfic culture pushing/replicating a certain model of "what trauma looks like," "how trauma works"

this is a problem across all areas of society obviously, but transformative works are, well, transformative. they're about crafting and modifying narratives where the fan-creator sees a flaw or a lack -- often for the better! don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of "I take a hammer and I fix the canon," it's the main thing that gets my creative gears spinning -- but what happens when that "flaw" is simply a narrative not conforming to popular expectations?

some people just don't get PTSD from events that sound obviously traumatic. they're not masking, and they're not coping; they just straight-up didn't get the permanently-locked stress-response that defines PTSD. they walk away from a horrible experience going "well, that sucked, but it's over now." some people do get PTSD from events most people wouldn't find traumatic. we don't really know why some people get PTSD and others don't. but fandom has an idea of events that must be traumatizing, of a "correct" way to portray trauma. you see the problems with this lack of understanding in e.g. fans pressuring the devs of Baldur's Gate 3 to add dialogue where the player character badgers Halsin about his own feelings on his abuse -- because he must be traumatized, and his trauma must fit a certain mold and presentation of sexual trauma, under the mistaken impression that anything outside that narrow window is somehow "wrong" and disrespectful or even harmful to survivors.

take, for another example, the very common trope of a traumatized character who hates touch or sex "learning" to like touch or sex as a part of their healing process. certainly that can be healing for some people; other people will never like, or want, touch or sex, because of trauma or because they just don't. the assumption that someone who doesn't want sex or doesn't like to be touched must be traumatized, must be suffering from this perceived lack, is seriously harmful -- to asexual people, to people with sensory issues around touch, and to people for whom healing from trauma means freedom to refuse sex or touch.

and there's a secondary trope, one that's slightly more thoughtful but ultimately repeats the problem -- that once someone has learned that their boundaries will be respected, they'll feel it's safe to soften those boundaries. once they feel safe refusing touch or sex, they'll feel comfortable allowing it on their own terms. but many people don't, and many people won't! many people will simply never want to be touched, and never want sex, and they are not suffering or broken or lacking because of it. the idea that proving you'll respect someone's boundaries entitles you to test those boundaries -- the paradox is obvious, and yet this is something i've seen hurt (re-traumatize) people i care for.

people are imperfect victims. people don't heal in the ways you expect. many people have positive memories of their abuse, of their abusers. many people hurt others in the course of their trauma, in ways that can't easily be unpacked in a 5k oneshot. very few narratives of trauma and recovery actually fit the ones put forward by popular children's media and romance novels -- which are the ones I most see replicated in fandom spaces, because they provide the clearest narrative and easiest catharsis, and so they're easy and soothing to reach for.

that's not necessarily a bad thing! i am not immune to goopy romance tropes. i am not immune to teary catharsis. not every fic has to grapple with ugly realities. but there's a problem when these narratives become predominant, when people think they're accurate and realistic depictions of trauma, when the truth of trauma is unpleasant and uncomfortable, and doesn't fit any single narrative, let alone one of comforting catharsis

[tubbytarchia]

You know what the world needs :

The rancher’s cuddling

Just fluff and cuddles (they deserve it)

Wouldn’t that be adorable 🥰 (p.s i love your art. i squeal and kick my feet every time I see it❤️)

I'm 2 months late to this um I hope this suffices!! Thank you so very much for the kind words 🥺 Your art is also awesome!! It makes me so happy that you like mine as well ❤️

[laquilasse]

I got Mana less than 24 hours ago and she refused to stay in the bathroom that I set up for her, expecting her to stay there for a week. And now she follows me around the house and makes sure I’m watching whatever she’s doing. This is my daughter.

[build-a-buddy]

Pizza Rat Macaroon - Douglas Cuddle Toys

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Trick or treat!! Now hand over candy

Does this count? Also, YAYAYAYAYA, I love your characters @bunnyspine, CODY AND JONATHAN ARE SO -AAAAA/pos

I feel they would be a great little group to take naps together. Sleepy buddies. I guess such a scary world just effects them this way lol

Just in case you wanted “real” candy

[vinnieplushies]

Shelby Snail by Douglas

[hiimtheproblem87times]

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

IF ITS VIC DUE TO THE GREY SHIT COLOR, I WILL FUCKING LOSE MY MIND, I WANT/NEED AGENT PLUSH SOOO BAD SO THEY MAKE OU- /j

I WISH TO BUY YOU WHEN YOU ALL ARE RELEASED UGGGHHHHH

[choco-bite]

Us

[zsbrainrot]

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday! I wanted to do a redraw from ep 4 since it came out about a year ago. Also a little doodle of a scene I like to think happened offscreen 🥰

[thewriterowl]

Din is black-cat personality who loves dogs.

Luke is golden-retriever personality who loves cats.

[gingerweed-man]

Potenial Animal Crossing Spoiler Alert?

Someone shared an Animal Crossing 4chan leak in a discord sever Im in and I dont know shit about 4chan. I tried looking for shit on it but can't find anything on it, so Im posting it publicly hoping someone Im following knows about it. Under the read more

Normally I call bullshit but this *sounds* somewhat believable, and ngl I kinda really want it to be. I want to share a bed with Cyd...

[divineamaterasu3]

Trying to beat the art block with Izutsumi 😔✌🏻I love her sm T^T (I was too lazy to draw the gauntlets I’m sorry 😭)

[medium-sized-snack-portion]

I am *this* close to making self indulgent D.ungeon M.eshi vore art and the only thing stopping me is the fact that I am fighting for my life every time I try to draw humans.

[sunnibits]

hello I would like to present my newest update idea for bg3 which is that if you’ve romanced a companion then whenever you go to take a long rest the sleeping animation updates so that you’re cuddling whoever you’ve romanced okay that is all goodnight

[gg-neptune]

Three Pt.2

A/N: So this might suck like bad but I wanted to write a part 2 to my previous work. Uh this person @evans23 kinda inspired me to so thank you to this person. But anyways if this suck I apologize but for some reason I found it really hard to write like it was extremely difficult to make every word work, but I liked the challenge. Also I didn't proofread it. Um I maybe should have but like I didn't want to and so I didn't. Part 1 is at the end. I don't know how to do links yet so I tried my best. Hope you enjoy feedback is welcome <333333 :)

Also this is the song I imagined playing. Recently been obsessed with it and I dunno it's nice to play in the background. For some reason it calms me down real good so yeah I figured I'd link it.

“Hey… come on wake up,” a distant deep voice says to you. Groaning in frustration at being woken up you keep your eyes tightly closed, not bothering to look at the person trying to wake you right now.

A warmth overcomes you as arms wrap around you pulling you up against something. “Wake up,” the voice whispers in your ear, making you aware of the sharp pain behind your eyes, “You can’t sleep until noon, I refuse to let you.”

Your eyes open slightly enough to take in your surroundings, the room is still dark, the curtains are blocking out light still and you seem to be being held up by a person. Who you can only assume to be Severus. Turning your head to look at him your assumption is confirmed correct.

A small smile graces his face as you turn to look at him, happy to see your pretty face, “Morning,” his deep voice makes you want to curl up and go back to sleep even more than you do already.

All you do is groan in response, not being bothered to fully respond to him, pushing your head against the crook of his neck. He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You’ve been asleep for almost 14 hours. I figured you might want to get up now,” he gently says.

This shocks you, quickly you pull back from his embrace and look at him wide eyed.

“Don’t worry I got your work from your teachers you didn’t miss any classes and I called in. It's fine I took care of everything,” he assures before you can respond.

You relax quickly before another thought strikes you. You made a 3 on the test and you can’t afford to miss any class. With how dumb you are you probably need to go to extra classes if anything.

“No, no, no, I can't, I need to get up,” wrestling yourself from his arms and the covers trying to gain your footing. As soon as you stand upright however, a jolt of pain shoots through your head straight to your eyes, almost knocking you to the ground, overwhelming you with a feeling of lightheadedness.

Luckily he is there to catch you as you almost fall to the ground, gathering you up in his arms as he does so, “No I don’t think you're going anywhere actually. No offense but you look awful. Still beautiful but seriously you look awful.” You can tell he is genuinely concerned and not trying to be mean but this almost hurts you. So you're a failure and ugly?

Huffing in frustration and hurt you give up and try to relax as much as you can into his arms. “My head hurts.”

“I bet.”

“Well give me something for it.”

“Not on an empty stomach.” He hoists you up, holding you close to him as he walks into his kitchenette, settling you into a chair.

“I’m not really hungry, thanks though,” you say, slumping in the chair borderline falling out of it.

Severus ignores you and starts making some toast. As the bread begins to toast he puts on some music. The melody begins to ring through the kitchen, not particularly loud but just enough to be heard. 

The toast pops up and he spreads some of your favorite flavor jelly on it. Plating it before setting it on the table in front of you before he takes a seat beside you. Gingerly he wraps an arm around your shoulder before pulling you near him.

“Your food is done,” he says quietly into your hair.

Groaning you look up at him and squint, “I’m not hungry.”

“Quit being stubborn and eat something. The quicker you get something on your stomach the quicker I’ll give you something to make your headache go away,” Severus replies with a small smile, picking up the toast and nudging your mouth with it.

Begrudgingly you oblige and open your mouth chewing up the toast and swallowing, and before you can complain that you now have something on your stomach he shoves more food in your mouth, a larger bite than the last.

“Very good. Look at you. You're doing so good,” he praises. Squeezing you a bit closer to him. As you finish that bite he doesn’t make you eat the last bite however he does keep it in his hand very close to your face.

“I feel bad,” you groan, leaning in close to him. 

He puts the toast down then gently pulls you up into his lap. He rocks you back and forth as you curl up in his arms. Your head finds the crook of his neck as you bury your face into him.

“I know you're still upset about the grade. But you have no reason to be. You did what you could and that’s the point of the test. And I know you know that. Don’t be sad, pretty. Let me take care of you, alright?”

Tears well up in your eyes at his words but you slowly begin to relax in his arms. Tears overtake you as you limply lean up against him, “I just- I expect more of myself. And I didn’t-.”

Gently he shushes you while rocking you still. You stay like this for a while before the crying subsides and your breathing is back to normal. He stands bringing you along with him, abandoning your toast on the table. Bringing you back to the bedroom he sets you on the bed before digging through the bedside table grabbing a Pepperup Potion and giving it to you.

“Here you go it will make you feel better but you still need to get some sleep and probably some really warm body pillow like thing next to you. Like maybe it should be me shaped…” he says crawling up next to you in the bed. A small smile graces your face.

He wraps his arms around you as you uncork the potion and drink it. Almost immediately your headache goes away. But your mental state remains the same. You still feel upset and down that you hadn’t done how you wanted on the test. 

He takes the empty bottle from you and discards it before taking you fulliny in his arms and holding you close to him. His arms made you feel safer than anywhere else on the planet ever could. Holding you close to his chest he let out a sigh.

“You know you feeling so down and out makes me feel bad too,” he complains as he runs a hand down your back. “But I kind of like it because that means that I can spend more time with you and it makes me feel a bit guilty but then my guilt kinda leaves when your so close to me”

Some of the words do not register in your head fully as you drift in between being asleep and not but you smile lightly and almost laugh.

“I never thought my own boyfriend would admit to wanting me to feel bad,” you mumble out into his neck. Snuggling into him closer.

“Well it’s not my fault, we barely see each other as is,” he says lightly, a hint of sadness in his voice as he pulls you closer to him. 

A comfortable silence takes over you both as you lay in his embrace. It would take a while before you felt back to your normal self but Severus would surely speed up the process.