#or they would regress together

[sw33t--t00th]

Yall seem to like my Dandys World paci edits

I was struggling with Boxten and Brightneys paci's T^T

THIS IS AN AGE REGRESSION POST BTW

[freyadragonlord]

How do I explain how married Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje are in the post-epilogue Side Stories without sounding like I am exaggerating or making things up...

[v4mpiirew1tch]

someone pls go get kirishima and izuku,, @crysabie

[argentinpantsuit]

Happy Valentine day too my parents …..

One day ……..

( 😭😭😭😭 they loved eachother so damn bad )

[gemallass]

Been thinking about Ford putting off/not wanting to regress because X, Y and Z.

Maybe he is in the middle of documenting a huge discovery, filled with excitement that has him working overtime for days, and with it comes the "pushing aside the fuzzy feeling on his chest" act.

Why? Because, while he still could hold a pencil perfectly fine when he was in the soft headspace, there were some noticeable changes when it came to putting ideas into paper.

His handwriting wasn't as pristine (inconsistencies in letter shape/lenght/size in some words) as usual and his drawing habilities took less of a "toll" but they still looked "messier" in his eyes. Or at least messier in comparasion to what he would like to use/present on his investigation papers.

And he also struggled to keep focus when the pencil was in his hand, along with a mighty need to color everything. Again, not something he wanted displayed on his work.

Or if it were something such as handling a screwdriver his fingers often didn't cooperate with him. His grip becoming more unstable. Or maybe it was just his coordination skills that took a hit. Either way, he avoided doing anything mechanical while he was regressed.

So he pushes the need aside and carries on.

Maybe he had been having a bad streak of days. From experiments gone wrong, some leaving bruises and cuts on his body, others more on his pride, to unnecesarily rude companions he had the misfortune of crossing paths with, or just plain unluckyness such as being in the wrong place at the wrong time and thus getting rained on when he was miles away from home.

Such silly thing shouldn't have bothered him that much, but it did, because he got sick. After developing a fever and a headache that split his skull open he had every right to be annoyed, if he says so himself.

Granted, he had been feeling a little off for a while. He had found himself with a solid pressure between his brows and an interesting unsteadyness on his feet when he stood up. And then later little white dots came onto his vision when he bent over to fetch his boots, and the unsteadyness increased even more, though momentarily.

. . .

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so quick in classifying it as just a mere inconvenience that would be fixed during his already planned walk into the heart of the forest. But the fresh air, warm sun and nature's rich and diverse melody's catalog surely would help!

Except the sky fell down (methaporically speaking) a few minutes after he had reached his destination.

. . .

But come on now! A little water couldn't bring him down! He had been on the wild in way worse climates for 3 decades while also fighting off not-so-friendly beings and he soldiered on!

But it did.

And he was pissed.

He could have used the opportunity there to regress since it's not like he would have been able to do much in that condition, if the pounding on his head was of any indication.

There had been some "slip ups" even. The most obvious being when he woke up hugging his pillow to his chest, perhaps yearning for the hug of a furry friend, and with his fingers against his mouth.

Each time, he stopped the action, and each time, he felt a pang in his heart at being deprived of such comfort.

He didn't want to. He didn't. Not yet.

He couldn't.

He had enough fuzzying being done to him already, he didn't want to "add" to it. He could take care of himself. He would take care of himself. He didn't deserve need the help.

So, once again, he resists the pull.

Or maybe he just didn't want to because he was feeling particularly vulnerable about it, and he preferred to be on his own when it happened.

It wasn't because he didn't have a good experience being around others when he was regressed, far, far from it actually. Both Stanley and Fiddleford were always understanding and hadn't said or done anything that could've signaled that they thought ill of him for it. Or of it as a whole, really. Ever. And he liked being with them a lot!

But... He couldn't shake the voice that said that he was exposing himself too much. Setting himself up for heartbreak.

Neither could he shake off the feeling that it was something that he should do alone. That he has to take care of himself. Alone. Memories of the past weighting him down.

And he resists, again, tucking his starry blanket below the bed, hidden from any and all eyes, and promising himself that he would when he didn't have other things going on.

Except... One day he wakes up feeling small, or heavily tilting already, and he hadn't planned on it.

And he also had compromises going on with other people.

Boy, does he not take it well.

He jumps out of bed and paces around, he goes back and tries to sleep to hopefully wake up in his usual mindset again (he's asking for a miracle, he knows), then he gets out again and stomps his feet and pulls at his hair. Part of him yelling that it couldn't be, and part of him wanting to cry due to being overwhelmed.

He's throwing what's properly named a temper tantrum, and he knows, and it only helps him tilt completely. The emotions feel like too much to him.

And when either Stan or Fiddleford go looking for him he apologizes for failing, for not being able to "meet the expectations" that were put on his shoulders, he's not able to work on what they had asked of him and he's sorry, so sorry.

He gets the opposite to what he expects: reassurance.

Reassurance that it was okay, nobody was mad at him. Reassurance that they could take it easy instead and do something more fun. And specially, reassurance that it was okay if he was small from time to time. It didn't make him any less valuable, nor weird, nor a burden.

He wasn't loved just for his intelligence or what he could do, and he should remember that.

[uwu-scraptrappy]

Okay hear me out. Addison who age regresses as a coping mechanism x Michael whose behavior stimming and special interests fall under childish behavior and also never had a real childhood. You agree. Reblog.

[wisteriasymphony]

I didnt mean my Denji and Adrien comparisons in a negative way btw . Mari could kill 10 people in the show and I would forgive her

GIVE ME A SECOND GIRLYPOP I HAVENT ANSWERED IT BECAUSE I HAVENT REDRAWN HIM OVER THE I WANNA TOUCH SOME BOOBS PANEL

[jjtheresidentbaby]

rg!nat & rg!travis playing princess & nights but nat is the night and trav is the princess :3

[azazelsazaleas]

Do you hate TTPD or are you just tired of the oversaturation of Taylor Swift that we've gotten in the last 4 years with Folklore, Evermore, Midnights, 4 re-recorded albums, the Eras tour, and all the hullabaloo about her breaking various streaming, sales, chart, and award records?

Do you hate TTPD or are you just massively turned off by the legions of fanatical Swifties who can't seem to wrap their minds around the idea that just because an artist is particularly good at creating music that resonates with them, does not mean that that artist is objectively the greatest and best music artist of all time and therefore above any criticism?

Do you hate TTPD or are you just disappointed with the fact that, after two indie folk albums filled with beautifully crafted, haunting ballads where TS exercises her skills as a storyteller, she has put out an album that basically demands that you are intimately familiar with her dating history to understand?

Do you hate TTPD or do you just wish she'd move on from Jack Antonoff's increasingly stale, repetitive, and honestly sort of lazy production?

[heycoyotegirl]

the writers should've just committed to the one-sided pining daxton, but they're cowards who refused to accept that it's fundamentally impossible to write a version of paxton who is not in love with devi

[story-book-sillies]

Grieving over someone who isn’t gone is such a complicated feeling. Especially when they are your best friend. Especially when they want to leave you.

I still can interact with them today. I can see them with my own eyes, hear their voice with my ears, understand their deepest dreams because we just know each other.

But soon, I won’t be able to see them in person, the only way I can hear their voice will be through a phone, and now someone else will learn to understand them better than me. I will slowly be forgotten as someone else becomes their remembered.

And it hurts. But it happens. And I knew it was coming but I didn’t want it to happen so fast. It’s like when you know something is going to bite you but it hasn’t happened yet. You anticipate the pain so it’s like the pain is already there.

They’re still here but they’re already gone. They’re not gone forever just gone for now. You’re still a kid. They’re all grown up and they’re leaving you. It hurts.

[cloud-somersault]

(rereads what i have so far for chapter 9) wukogn and macaque are so fucking gay, they're basically remarried already...........like, what are we doin'

[wheelercore]

Is that meant to be holly being obscured by will here or am i experiencing some sort of wheeler induced optical illusion

[frogaroundandfindout]

(Nightwing Vol.1. #2 of 4)

[sskk-manifesto]

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[disposal-blueeee]

got some of my jake art reblogged recently and i find it funny because right now i draw this man like this

( by right now i mean like 2 months ago this drawing is old

i'm sure i can draw him better like , actually right now . it's been so long since i drew him which is funny because he's my favorite character and i would die for him