#it reminds me of winnie the pooh

[holmeshater]

animation test with professor layton!!

[canisalbus]

So sorry but this is all I could see in this picture

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[heyytalia]

Me, last week: I should check out Moominvalley, it looks really cute. I’ll watch just a couple of episodes-

Me, a week later: *COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS UNTIL SEASON 4* *BROWSING FANFICS AND FANART* *READING EVERYTHING ABOUT MOOMIN LORE* *WATCHING THE 90S ANIME* *LOOKING AT MERCH* *COLLECTING MOOMIN MEMES*

I THINK I’M BECOMING OBSESSED HELP

[tohot4u]

Thoughts?

Sophisticated

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Absolutely LOOOOOOOOOOVE this poster for Winnie the Pooh!

~0~💛🍯🐝~0~

[leos-regression-cove]

I think it says a lot about me as a person now that that the easiest way to make me cry as a child (and still now. I didn't think I'd tear up while writing this lmao) was to imply that the majesties and wonders of childhood and imagination are all a dream that inevitably leaves us as we get older that we can only regain in death and that the vivid inner worlds and personalities we give our toys in our early years either feel abandoned, vengeful, or die entirely as we age.

[death-by-mercury]

Damn the torpedoes, Full Speed Ahead!

Mr Dingle, The More the Merrier 1943

[snowsoftimes]

Thinking about Suetonius’ claim that Caligula banned the mention of goats because he didn’t want to be reminded of his resemblance to one

[ghostmagpie]

giggling at how goofy he looks in this frame

[kurjakani]

Fmab spoilers

The way bradleys leg is resting on Mustangs thigh. Im going to cry

[lewmagoo]

the nickname roo for rooster just makes me go feral in a very soft and emotional way 🥺😢😭

[cosmicfruits]

I accidentally made another sans au

oopsies anyways heres winnie theyre half based on winnie the pooh

[gorillaxyz]

tigger and rabbit ☝️

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

thinking about situations for the winnie the pooh au again...

[lizzobetumblin]

Melissa hated her feelings. 

She buried them in a chest in the 5th grade (along with her ability to express them). Other peoples' feelings on the other hand was her forte. She could process, decipher and regurgitate other peoples emotions effortlessly. This gift could’ve taken her through college, all the way to a degree in psychology. Distinguished Dr. Jefferson with a PhD and a cozy office and impressive roster of high-profile, weallthy clients was a shiny idea. Fate would have a different hand for Melissa her talents were exhausted on mediating family fights, friend group drama, and charming her way out of confronting her own feelings. 

“Feelings.” Even saying it out loud to herself seemed silly. Something reserved for ‘cry babies’ and water signs. Typical Sunday nights started tame, reading or writing fan-fiction and drinking cranapple juice. And then like clock work her father would yell her name, 

‘MELISSA!!!’ Emotionless, she’d get up dust off her Winnie the Pooh shorts and make her way downstairs. On the long walk down the hall to the stairs leading to the living room brawl, she’d go through her check list: 

1.) Don’t cry.   

 2.) Stay neutral; Deescalate

3.)Don’t take anything personal. This isn’t about you

She padded down the carpeted stairs in her old soft socks to see her mother tightlipped and tear streaked thinking, 

‘she broke rule number 1’. Her father, Michael was proud and angry, his big belly filled with self righteousness. She knew he would be unyielding in his resolve and at this point her only option was to deescalate.

 ‘Rule number 2’. Then her sister the water sign and calamity for the evening sat on the floor nearly fetal, face red and raw with emotion. 

‘Its not your fault’ Melissa wanted to say ‘You just didn’t follow the rules… you’re loved.’ But she couldn’t say that because she’d be breaking rule number 3. It wasn’t about how Melissa felt. Even though she felt like screaming,

“VANESSA, YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. DAD—YOU JUST HAVE PENT UP ANGER BECAUSE YOU GREW UP IN THE HOOD OF DETROIT AS A BLACK MAN IN THE 60s AND 70s. YOU NEED A HEALTHY OUTLET LIKE.. I DONT KNOW… THERAPY?!?!?! THIS IS A WASTE OF ALL OF OUR TIME. I LITERALLY JUST WROTE THE BEST SAILOR SATURN x CHIBI USA FANFICTION EVER AND THIS IS KILLING MY VIBE!”

Instead, she decide to hear every one out. She decided to help. To calm her dragon of a father down. To be a translator for her emotional sister. To not take it personal. To stay neutral. To not cry. 

9 years later, at her fathers funeral she still never broke the rules. She played her flute and spoke at his memorial. She was present for her mother because it wasn’t about her. When other peoples' emotions bubbled up she stayed neutral. She sat through both services and she did not cry. It wasn’t until she excused herself to make a phone call outside did she collapse onto the stairs of the funeral home and weep alone in the cold Detroit snow. 

It’s okay to break the rules sometimes, she reminded herself. As long as no one else sees it.

Traumas began to compact on Melissa, as they do. Humans tend to collect traumas like pebbles on a long hike. We toss them into our backpacks and keep moving forward. Some hikers would falter, but Melissa was built for this. She’d carried the stones of her family’s traumas uphill for years. She was strong. 

When men began to befriend and reject her, saying ‘you’re too good for me’ but not too good to make them feel good. She carried that. 

When childhood friends began to cut off the strings of her heart, saying ‘We can’t be friends anymore’. She carried that.

When her family separated like dandelion seeds, it seemed like they’d never be together again. Melissa slept on so many couches, floors and car seats sometimes she didn’t know if she’d see them again. 

She carried that. 

Dying was never an option though sometimes she didn’t mind the thought of it. Peace and warmth were two things she’d desperately yearned and hadn’t felt fully since the womb. Then one night in the pitch black of the hot, sweaty, roach-infested studio in southeast Houston she slept in she wondered:

‘Why can’t I break the rules?’ She’d seen everyone else in her life break them like popsicle sticks. And she didn’t just want to break the rules, she wanted to break them boldly and loudly and annoyingly and honestly and sloppily like every one else gets to do. It was in that moment, tucked in a thin jacket inside of an 8-foot high instrument cubby in the inky darkness—it hit her. 

‘Is my suffering for a high purpose? Or is my suffering trying to kill me?’ 

She cried. 

She escalated. 

She took it personal. 

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to scream in a microphone in a sea of shadowy faces. She drank whiskey and wove her pain into rock music. 

‘Music is my boyfriend’ she declared. The only man that kept his baggage to hisself. And it healed her. It gave her voice reason and purpose. 

The pebble-laden hike became lighter with time. The incline eventually evened out to flat, beautiful landscapes where the breeze finally met her back. She knew it wasn’t gonna be easy or sunshine but even the rain cleansed her and it was beautiful too. 

Somewhere in the rain she decided rules were meant to be built and broken. Like trust and love and friendships and families. Because every thing deserves the opportunity to change and grow. 

So... She broke rule number 1 on stage while singing a beautiful song. Dr. Jefferson (PhD) screamed for her to stop but she didn’t listen and the tears flowed like rivers of emotion down her cheeks. 

Rule number 2 was broken when she grew older and saw the injustices of the world. Marching with hundreds in protest she realized not everything needs to be pacified. 

And one day when she finally fell in love, she broke rule number 3. No matter how much training she’d done she couldn't help but take every thing her lover said and did personal. But it was ok. Because in all her resistance she realized breaking rules was her power. 

Melissa began to fall for her feelings. Her feelings gave life purpose. They weren’t always logical, as feelings seldom are. They were sloppy and embarrassing and rude and so fucking uncomfortable. But they were hers. And they were real. And when she sat alone sipping wine, staring at the moon…They were the only ones still by her side. Ready to break the rules for her because they loved her. 

And she finally loved them back. 

[babiesharkie]

All my currently out regression playlists on spotify!!

🍰 Angelcake

24h27m Mostly soft vibey music & lofi. Mixed genres. Enjoyable big or small.

🕺 Baby Rave Arcade

44m A high tempo, High stim, upbeat playlist. Songs you would hear at a rave for babys. Heavy arcade themeing. Think blacklights and squiggle 90s carpets and glowsticks.

🌕 Bedtime with Moondrop

2h2m songs from videogames to fall asleep to!

💻 Computer Babie

1h1m music that reminds me of the early internet(not from the era necessarily just vibes) less stimulating than baby rave arcade but still upbeat and stimmy

🦇 Creepi Babie

48m SFW spooki themes and varying tempos. Wanted to give the impression of a haunted house for tinys.

🧚‍♀️ Fairy Regressor

1h31m Magical fairy princess vibes. Early 2000s barbie movie core. Tinkerbell movie core. Very flowy! Varying tempos and genres. In general calming.

🫢 Nonverbal Baby

2h42m fun varying tempo and themes but all lyric free and instrumental only!

☀️ Playdate with Sundrop

1h58m upbeat videogame soundtracks to move your body to (il be honest i might rework this one)

🍼 SFW regression Playlist

11h3m Most of my regression playlists smashed into one except now including songs from TMNT, winnie the pooh, MLP, old disney movies and shows, and bluey.

🦈 Shark Baby

1h10m Inspired by this video with a lil bit of my own touch!

Also i really like making playlists so if you have a request plz lemme know♡