When I Remember That My Discord PFP Is Copia Crying Over His Mom It Makes Me Laugh Cause Why The Fuck

I think the plush is adorable, but I just wanna reblog cuz the couch and floor and wall and window remind me of the basement room of my foster house and it brought back a memory from there (a good one don't worry). I just like this picture specifically because it reminds me of that foster house, even though i wasn't treated that well, I still have fond memories :)

This big guy showed up yesterday! by Nightmare_rain on reddit

"in spite of his sexism he's a very kind guy and his willingness too be himself unapologetically is really hot :3€"

What did i just stumble into 🥲

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There’s this plush I have named Abraham Lincoln that my sister likes to beat me up with when I’m on calls with my friends and we now have this lore that I was like killed by him and brought back to life and I live in fear of him

also he looks like this

he is what we call a wifbear (werewolf but a bear instead of a wolf)

his expression is stuck in a perpetual smile with closed eyes, and yet he is still able to see your every move

he’s right behind me isn’t he

🖤 Sensory safe food for kiddos 🤍

Note: My little brother has sensory processing disorder and has trouble eating certain foods. He has a massive gag reflex when it comes to foods he can't handle the texture or taste of. A little trick we do is we make sure he stands over a garbage can and we have a big cup of tee ready for him. You can do this too but with any drink that would help you wash out your mouth. Also a little hint, Milk helps wash out spicy things better than water does.

🖤Crunchy/Chewier Foods

-Beef or turkey jerky

-Pretzels

-Flavored or buttery crackers

-Cheese crackers

-Animal crackers

-Apple slices

-Chips: sweet potato or veggie straws

-Carrot sticks or baby carrots

-Celery sticks (ants on a log)

-Snap peas

-Dried banana chips

-Nuts: almonds, peanuts, walnuts, cashews

-Trail mix with nuts, seeds and dried fruit

-Granola: dry with yogurt or fruit

-Dried fruits: raisins or cranberries

- A pickle wrapped in a deli meat: Can add cheese if wanted

🖤 Soft/Smoother Foods

-Bananas

-Peanut butter & jelly sandwich

-Yogurt tubes or cups

-Applesauce

-Mashed potatoes

-Mashed sweet potatoes

Smoothies

-Oatmeal with cooked, soft fruit

-Cottage cheese

- Pudding

- Macaroni and cheese

-Refried beans with some melted, shredded cheese

-Chicken salad

-Egg salad

Hang on wait I have an idea. I know someone has probably thought of this before HOWEVER

If you want, you can even reblog and put in the tags the character(s) you related to.

Also, just reblog in general so this reaches more people.

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.