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God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable

I don’t mean to take over a post, but I actually did a project on this for my sociology of deviance class in college!

I carried a large stuffed rabbit whenever I went in public for about a week to observe the reaction of others. The point of the project was to do something harmless yet unusual to see if the action would be considered deviant, in which case someone had to try to correct or shame the behavior.

Long story short, nobody tried to correct my behavior. I was asked about it casually, had a few lingering stares thrown my way and when I was with my boyfriend, shop employees would direct questions to him instead of me. However, nobody refused to assist me when I was alone in a store, nobody said anything about the rabbit besides “oh, thats a cute bunny!” and I attended college classes without even a teacher questioning it.

In conclusion, it is socially acceptable to carry a stuffed animal, its just not a societal norm. ^^

#for followers with a big anxiety or self hate problem #bring a friend with you (via @kingdom-for-muses)

DOING IT

My friend gave me a stuffed monkey plushy when I was struggling with uni, and I took him everywhere for like four years, usually velcrod to my backpack. No one said a damn thing, except my renaissance professor who saw it one day in the hallway and cracked the fuck up because I had a literal monkey on my back and he just looked at me like, “oh god, me too”. I used to leave him on desks during classes and exams (the monkey, not my prof). It was my reminder that someone cared if I was coping. But more than that it was soothing to have something to fidget with that wasn’t a pen. I used to ping those fucking things across the room I was so agitated. Harder to hurt people with a projectile stuffed monkey.

I got what I thought was a normal screen cleaning kit for my computer while I was in college. Much to my delight, instead of a little washcloth or whatever, the kit came with a tiny stuffed pig. 

So I carried this pig in my backpack all through college, periodically taking it out, spraying my screen, and using the pig to wipe it off. 

Now, I kept the pig in the side pocket of my bag where he was completely visible.

Then one day in screenwriting class I pulled him out to wipe my screen. 

One of the guys sitting next to me looked appalled. “You’re wiping it off with your little stuffed animal??” 

I explained what the pig was. 

Turns out, the guy had noticed it and just thought it was adorable I carried a stuffed animal with me every day. He’d never mentioned it before. 

Honestly, people do not care, and will not say anything. No matter the reason for your little stuffed animal friend. 

And if you’re still really nervous about it keep a stuffed animal keychain on your bag. I have a cute little frog that stays on my backpack so when work gets stressful I can squeeze it.

For my anxious followers.

I love this so much. It reminds me that people can just be accepting, and if they aren’t - it’s by their choice. It isn’t a default.

I’ve seen people in college wearing pjs and art students always carry weird atuff. I saw a person in a suit by the math building holding what looked like a keychain with three if those fuzzy ball things in different colours and no one said a word. Bring your plushies and friends with you! Heck, if you have an office job you can bring a friend with you and keep them on your desk and if you work retail you can find a friend on a keychain and keep them on your belt, no one will care and you’re little friend can help you feel better!

Don’t let society bully you into changing. Inagead, lets change society into being accepting.

when i was working with americorps, primarily in FEMA offices because i was doing disaster relief, i kept a little stuffed frog in my drawstring bag with just the head poking out. only received positive reactions bc people thought it was fucking adorable. if i can do it in a professional environment surrounded by government employees then trust me y'all have nothing to lose

i got some asks about merventurine getting used to ratio's presence in the beginning and subsequently the first time they shared the bathtub

this one is also pretty long

The dragon coils where the lion rests 🍁

Something I finished for # hengjingweek2024 over on twitter ~

↘ East of the Sun, West of the Moon

HONKAI: STAR RAIL (Version 1.2 "Even Immortality Ends")

Just cat owner things

[ID: digital drawing of chibi aventurine sleeping on his bed surrounded by his 3 cat cakes. One of them is on his face. Another one is at the end of the bed holding a mouse and very proud of it. The third one is on the other end puking.]

happy may the fourth! 🥳

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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

sorry for liking blond men

Arknights AU Aven, inspired by lumbbyz on twt and 露露噜噜陆 on Lofter.

Sarkaz Aventurine is so real to me....

Also lowkey gave up on cleaning lines n colour. How do the arkn artists fucking do it wth are the clothes....

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Scribbly comic based on a meme template I keep seeing except I add a pointless bit of science to it

(I can’t escape the STEM kid allegations- how did I get here)

Also new brushes again woop! They are the same as the goose

cat critter adoption's thought pipeline

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