"Protect your sleep"
post-war snucius
another sketch that I will never finish, but I really love it and I put my whole soul into this, so I want to show it too. (according to the "plot", there should have been 5-6 pages, but I could only do 3, so they are a little out of context.. anyway)
(it sounds like "pink in the night" by mitski)
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.
One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.
So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.
It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.
I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.
My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.
That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.
My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.
Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.
Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.
So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.
ashdreams2023 asked:
What do you think sev is, big or small spoon?
sevsnapes answered:
Most often, Severus is the little spoon.
The security of being wrapped, warm and comfortable, in the safety of your arms is paralleled by no other form of affection (particularly when you’ve satisfied him in other ways and he feels blissfully sated and unusually calm and just a little vulnerable, panting and whimpering into your chest).
Having your body wrapped around him comes as a bit of a shock at first. It’s jarring to go from touch starved and sleep deprived to having contact with you almost everywhere at once, especially if you’re laid across his chest (the weight of you soothes him immeasurably and he never wants you to move) and he’s able to drift off into a peaceful sleep for a change.
If his sleep is disturbed or he wakes panting and terrified, gripping onto you or the sheets to try and ground himself, he can count on your simple affections to anchor him back in reality. Especially when you wrap yourself around him from behind and breathe sweet nothings in his ear about how brave and brilliant he is. He might not believe that, but you do, and in those moments it’s enough.
The way your fingertips softly trace his scars and dark mark would seem off-putting if he thought about anyone doing that to him before now, but the way you show his body such care and attention in these tender moments makes him feel like he’s not wretched and broken after all.
When he’s had a trying day, he’s desperate to curl up beside you and have you hold him close, your embrace shutting the world out and instantly calming him. His breath falls in step with yours eventually, steady and even, and his racing mind begins to slow, too.
He’s never felt more wanted or more loved, and despite everything in him screaming that he shouldn’t want this, that he doesn’t deserve it, he soon comes to crave being close to you when things get on top of him.
Well, what can I say?
Another piece inspired by fic. This one belong to @peujeune and it's really lovely. I never thought that I'll draw Severus Snape of all people in lingerie, lol. But here we are and I enjoyed it!
Here is the link to the fic:
So many boob drawers dont get it... its abt the weight. Its abt the sag and the tension. Sphere anime boobs frighten and scare me. Show me that thang is made of flesh n it has give. What is the FUCKING point of 'instead of shirt she has bandages/vines/ribbons to cover her modesty/make sure shes not just free swanging' if they're still gonna be perfectly spherical??? Show me the gravity, let me see the places where the bandages compress which squishes it on either side... u guys get what I mean
EDIT hi guys this post blew up. Worded it badly but this post was about Poison Ivy DC. I know she is not getting proper bra support with those fucking leaves. Show me her saggy tits. Also if ur gonna comment something abt 'boob drawers' sounding funny, I Know
