Fuddles Calf

French Sesame Street Poster

Hawoo! M would lik to request a moodboard based on chuck from Maze runner if possible pretty please? /nf

- ozzy 🐾

Also m unsure if m already sent dis becaus m tumblr glitches out, so if happen to see two of these, very sorry :/

𐔌 PNGS : blueish misc baby items ⟡˖

⭐️🌛MOON BABY🌜⭐️

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DAINTY CHAINS | green blue.

( requested by → @k-slla )

ahhhh, i love the green-blue combination :D it's right up there for my love of the pink-purple combination hehe.

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hey— you— yes, you— you’re allowed to curse when you’re regressed. you’re allowed to be angry. be sad. not want to be touched. not want to be around anyone but yourself. regression is a scary thing, it’s a trauma response, it’s a medical symptom— it’s a bunch of things. and it can be scary. how you act when regressed is not a reflection of you being a ‘bad’ person but more so a reflection of the wrong you have suffered at the hands of others and the trauma that you’ve survived. im proud of you. your regression doesn’t have to be fun. for some of us, it isn’t. sometimes it’s just scary. sometimes it comes when you’re walking home in the rain and you’re scared and wet and all you want is to get under your blankets and fall asleep but your house is blocks away and walking feels heavy. it’s okay. it’s okay. i promise.

saying goodbye to your older sib going off to college … bittersweet AgeReg story

“So.. you’re not.. coming back?” You ask, watching wearily as your sibling packs their final suitcase.

“I am. Don’t worry, kid, I’ll be back on holidays. It’ll be fine. You’re brave, aren’t you?” They ruffle your hair and pinch at your cheek, trying their best to reassure but ultimately failing to soothe.

“I’m going to miss you.” You choke out, feeling the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sibling exhales at the sight.

They cup your face. “If you start crying, I’ll start crying. We have to be strong for each other, kiddo. Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”

“Why can’t I come with you?” You ask, allowing yourself to let loose a few tears. Your sibling sighs. Fear washes over you. How can you live without them?

Laughing, they rub your cheek. “You know the answer to that question, hon. You’re way too little to come with me. They don’t have kid classes in college, not that I know of.”

You cling to them, rub your cheek against their chest. “Please visit as much as you can. You will, won’t you? Won’t you?”

Hesitating, your sibling smiles. “Of course. I’ll visit next week, tell you how things are going. You can visit me, too. Promise to come visit me?”

Your eyes light up. “I’ll visit. I promise.”

“And you can sleepover. And we can watch movies together, and hit up the diner, and go shopping… on a budget.” You both laugh at the last part.

“I’m going to miss you too, little kid. I’m gonna miss you a whole lot.” Your sibling pulls you close, a tight hug.

“you’ll always be my best friend.” you finally say, melting into them.