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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sweet Seals For You, Always
macklin celebrini has autism
Game of Thrones Daily
KIROKAZE
noise dept.
Keni

JBB: An Artblog!
Mike Driver
Xuebing Du
hello vonnie

blake kathryn

Cosmic Funnies
cherry valley forever
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@graveyardsys0802
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Childrens hospital nostalgia (requested)
I wonder who could've requested this...
Yummy as always
Just found your blog from the Sam cg fic (CRUNNCHHH I eated it) and I was wondering if you'd write one for Gabriel?
Gabriel as a Caregiver!
Dean grabbed the motel room key and pointed a finger at you.
"Don't answer the door for anybody."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"We'll be back in a couple hours."
You sat cross-legged on one of the beds and nodded.
"Okay."
Sam shook his head and gently shoved Dean toward the door.
"Bye."
A moment later, the motel room fell quiet.
At first, everything was fine.
You flipped through channels on the television.
You looked through one of the books Sam had left behind.
You wandered over to the little table.
But slowly, the familiar fuzzy feeling began to settle in.
Your thoughts got softer.
The room felt bigger.
The silence felt louder.
You tugged at your sleeve.
Dean and Sam weren't gone long, but suddenly you missed them.
A little pout formed on your face.
You climbed onto the bed and curled up with one of the pillows.
The regression settled fully.
Now the room felt really empty.
You sniffled.
"I bored."
"That's a tragedy."
You jumped.
A man was suddenly laying upside down on the ceiling.
Just casually.
Like that was normal.
A grin spread across his face.
"Hello, kiddo."
Gabriel.
You immediately relaxed.
"Gabe!"
With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from the ceiling and reappeared sitting beside you.
"There we go."
You scooted closer.
Gabriel immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"What's got that little face all pouty?"
"Dean an' Sammy gone."
"A terrible crime."
You nodded dramatically.
"A very terrible crime."
Gabriel gasped.
"Somebody should tell the authorities."
That earned a giggle.
"There it is."
He gently booped your nose.
"Now. What are we doing until the brothers get back?"
You thought for a moment.
Then your eyes landed on a box of crayons sitting in your backpack.
"Color!"
Gabriel smiled.
"Excellent choice."
A moment later, paper appeared on the motel table along with a whole stack of coloring pages.
But instead of using those, you grabbed a blank sheet.
Gabriel watched curiously.
"What are we making?"
"A picture."
"Of what?"
"You."
His expression immediately softened.
"Me?"
"And me."
"Oh."
Gabriel looked genuinely touched.
"Well now I have to see this."
You carefully began drawing.
A circle for your head.
A circle for Gabriel's head.
Stick arms.
Stick legs.
A giant smile.
Gabriel sat beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched.
"Wow."
You looked up.
"What?"
"I've never looked so handsome."
You giggled.
The drawing continued.
Then you paused.
You looked at Gabriel seriously.
"Gabe?"
"Yeah, kiddo?"
"What color wings?"
His smile softened.
"My wings?"
You nodded.
Gabriel thought for a moment.
"Gold."
Your crayon froze.
"...Gold?"
"Yep."
You immediately dug through the crayon box.
Blue.
Red.
Green.
Purple.
Brown.
No gold.
Your little face scrunched up.
Then came the pout.
Gabriel instantly recognized it.
"Oh no."
"No gold."
The pout deepened.
"No gold."
The angel watched you sadly inspect the crayons again.
Then he leaned over.
"Kiddo?"
"Hm?"
"Look again."
You blinked.
There, nestled among the crayons, was a shiny metallic gold one that definitely hadn't been there before.
Your eyes widened.
"GOLD!"
Gabriel grinned.
"Would you look at that."
You immediately grabbed it and started coloring huge golden wings behind the stick-figure Gabriel.
The gold crayon sparkled across the page.
Gabriel watched the entire thing with the fondest expression imaginable.
When you finally finished, you proudly held the drawing up.
"There!"
Gabriel accepted it carefully.
The picture was simple.
Two smiling stick figures holding hands.
One had giant golden wings.
The other had a pink skirt colored completely outside the lines.
It was perfect.
Gabriel stared at it for a moment before looking back at you.
"This is my favorite thing."
You beamed.
"Really?"
"Really."
With another snap, a golden frame appeared around the picture.
Your eyes widened.
"You framed it!"
"Of course I did."
Gabriel gently tapped the frame.
"This is going in my collection."
"You have collection?"
"I do now."
That earned another fit of giggles.
Gabriel pulled you into a warm side hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"You know what my favorite part is?"
"The wings?"
"Nope."
"The smile?"
"Nope."
You tilted your head.
"What then?"
Gabriel pointed to the two stick figures holding hands.
"That part."
Your cheeks warmed.
Gabriel smiled softly.
You leaned against him.
And by the time Dean and Sam came back to the motel room, they found you curled up against Gabriel's side, your gold-winged masterpiece safely framed on the bedside table.
(Request from @graveyardsys0802)
THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THISSSS 😭❤️
Kiddo who’s so used to taking care of themself. Making their own pasta, cutting off their own crusts, filling their own cup, putting bandaids on their own owies. Kiddo who spent so long taking care of themselves and self soothing they don’t know how to act with a carer now looking out for them. Instinct tells them self soothe, to be quiet and take care of it themselves.
Their carer finds them all the time, standing on a stool to stir pasta they’re making, muffling their cries with a teddy bear or cleaning up their own scraped knees. And carer is trying to be patient, rushes in and tries to take over so kiddo knows they’re not alone and they’re being taken care of now.
“I tan do it…”
“I know you can, button. But I wanna do it for you, okay? I like taking care of you.”

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Me n Bubba:3
@graveyardsys0802
My babyyyy!!! 🖤
Aren't they just the cutest ☹️ -🕸️
being friends with systems is awesome. youre telling me i get to hang out with this guy AND their roommates sometimes too? thats awesome. literally more friend per friend. its like living in square world & meeting a cube
Wonder if this is how our singlet friends feel 😭
˗ˏ 🏥 ˎ˗ concept
having a scary medical episode / incident and having your carer there to hold your hand and help you answer big questions when you're feeling extra tiny and scared . . .
" let [ carer ] help you with that angel " " oh sweetheart don't worry i brought your stuffie " " let's get you comfy as we can ok? i know it's not nice baby but [ carer ]'s here "

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🐾⸝⸝Blues Clues regression flags!・・🩵
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^ Blues Clue's Regressor || Blues Clue's caregiver ^
^ Blues Clue's Flip || Blues Clue's sitter^
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🦴 . . . flag for Blues Clues regressors, CGg, Flips, or Sitters ! Please reblog as credit if using
Random thought; we need more regression content with darker interests involved. Specifically written.
They watched bluey? No, they're watching stranger things, or anime with adult jokes. And they giggle at the jokes and oo at the horror, because they're still the same person with the same humor and interests, but just padded and itty bitty.
I pledge to do this with my writing where it fits, because I stand by the fact that it's still adorable and cute to see a tiny absolutely lose their tiny mind, giggling like a mad-baby over a naughty joke
Special Children :: All Hell Breaks Loose
CW: FLASHING LIGHTS, BLOOD
made this for @pomegranate333
meltdowns and shutdowns // image IDs needed!

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Request
EEEEE THABM YOIU SO MCHB -🌺
could I have padded agere art of Keith from Voltron pleaseeeeee
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Sure! He's a little sleepy