Hey, if you wanna hang out and play Mario Party n watch shit on Totally Legal Netflix™ like this post.
have a lengthy list of mental / physical disorders
have many personality disorders that makes things more difficult
don’t want to share their toys, plushes, stuffed animals, and so forth
don’t play with toys or watch children’s tv
curse and swear their heads off
don’t have the gear they want or need
don’t want or need gear
use diapers due to bladder issues
don’t want or need a cg
needs or wants a cg
uses their f/o(s) as a cg
uses their objectum(s) as a cg
are ashamed of their regression/dreaming
love and embrace their regression/dreaming
is older and still regress/dream
is much younger and still regress/dream
can’t slip into regression/dreaming as easily as they want
who only dream
who only regress
you’re all valid. regression and dreaming look different. some people will have a lengthy scroll-list of issues and some don’t like experiencing a completely “pure” childhood and love watching adult shows.
it doesn’t matter. what works for you, works for you. you’re valid and welcomed here — never let anyone try to tell you otherwise
somehow my belt with the smooching fish has vanished and I haven’t the faintest idea where it could be in this house because I thought it was in the tote where I have some shoes and purses shoved but it’s not. I want my kissing fish belt back
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A commission by the lovely @rosietealeaves of Aurora and Ms Baines from my current WIP, THE POISONING OF AURORA FINCH, a loose retelling of Rebecca with gothic horror romance vibes!

Every time I think about Treasure Island, I remember that Black Sails fan art with Flint going “He called his parrot WHAT now?!”
I have to try to sleep
i have a fucking lot to try to write tomorrow and it’s all incredibly intense
but for now
wow. wow.
this could not be worse. damn
Mer au Pluto uses bioluminescent lures from angler fish (and similar) he catches, so I’m imagining that the kids meet the adults by Puzzle nearly biting Pluto’s hand off, not being able to see that the lure was attached to a hand and not a fish.
Because at his current age, attacking another mer—and especially an adult—is borderline suicidal. He has little brothers to feed, he can’t be getting himself killed!
so when the “fish” he was after pulls away way too fast and he hears a very surprised mer voice, his life flashes before his eyes, because he can’t think of a single scenario in which this mer, whoever they are, wouldn’t try to kill him after that. Even if they don’t want to eat him.
one worded question to any fictional character in zombie media that gets bitten but refuses to tell the group about it:
WHY.
love my elderly coworker who was ringing up my lunch today and our small talk was “it’s such a nice day out!” “spring is coming! 😀 ”
she then followed it up with “although I guess that little animal – whatever it is – said we’re going to have 6 more weeks of winter…”
happy Groundhog Day, everyone