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[justangrymacaroni]

A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true love’s kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning,  a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.

A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.

They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman who’s prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.

There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.

Many kinds of love exist. It doesn’t all have to be romantic.

[the-haiku-bot]

Many kinds of love

exist. It doesn’t all have

to be romantic.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[wholesomepostarchive]

7/6/2026

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

recent notes to self

it doesn’t have to be perfect

you can start today

accept the love you actually deserve (the good kind)

remember to give some of your love to yourself

don’t let other people take advantage of your trust and kindness because you fear saying no will make you a bad person

don’t regret caring then just because it seems stupid now

[wholesomepostarchive]

7/28/2026

[olreid]

link to tweet: (x)

[olreid]

grandad will always be there….

[zonnesproetje]

[weareallfromearth]

This is what “beauty drawn from and in the midst of cyberpunk dystopia” looks like, Black Mirror WISHES-

[wholesomepostarchive]

8/1/2026

[chujellys]

there's a family of local sandhill cranes that adopted an abandoned goose last summer and they're STILL together today even after migration.... i love them + they're local celebrities + nature is beautiful

[chujellys]

yesterday’s update… 📸 everyone is paparazzi when ur this famous…

[wholesomepostarchive]

8/9/2026

[millenianthemums]

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

[morriganwarrior]

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.

[theharlotofferelden]

[1lluminae-files]

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8/9/2026

[dubiousdisco]

[mareliini]

my comic for the fairy anthology we made over in webcomics garden discord! Wretched work to make a comic that's only 8 pages..

[lesbiansforboromir]

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

[lesbiansforboromir]

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

[sporesgalaxy]

never kill yourself is the perfect meme phrase because its superficially nonsensical-- "never" implies there can be more than one instance of a person killing themselves, but that's definitionally impossible by way of the word "kill" . However, as much as the needless overstatement "never" renders the phrase detached from reality, it also speaks to an emotional truth . suicidal ideation often grows from an inability to conceptualize a future for oneself . to recognize that it's silly to say "never" kill yourself is to recognize onat least a subconscious level that the warning "never" applies to an extant ongoing future which "kill yourself" inherently negates . it challenges the casual suicidal ideation by denying the nonexistence of an ongoing future tense. thats how it works in my brain anyways maybe somethings wrong with me that i dont know about yet

[mistycrypt]

So... should I kill my self or?

[sporesgalaxy]

[partywithponies]

My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.

[whaile]

late summer / early fall thoughts

[black-quadrant]

ADHD affects how I experience time, not how I experience attachment. I love you. I miss you. I just don't realize how long it’s been since I last said that, let alone messaged.

I understand that most normal functioning brains need regular engagement to maintain a bond. Absence doesn’t diminish my affection. My silence isn’t neglect or disinterest. It’s time blindness and object impermanence. The contact gap is purely neurological, not emotional. Thank you for being patient with my inconsistency and holding a seat in your heart for me.

[girldraki]

kind of harmonically beautiful

[cathianemelian]

Chapter 9: Verso

The long awaited moment is finally here ! Gustave and Verso finally meet in person. What will happen now ? How are they going to react ? This chapter is the biggest to date, I hope you'll like it !

Aaaaaand you have it ! After more than 100 pages (god) they're finally able to talk to each other ! Sorry for the slow burn up until this point, I hope it was worth it !

The story will obviously continue, but I'm gonna take a break : first because this chapter drained me I'm not gonna lie xD (need to do something else a bit, like sleep) and also because I need a little bit of time to properly write the following chapters ! I have ideas, but I must organize them into a cool story that holds together. I hope you will like it.

Thank you for all the love around this silly AU !

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[pollypoirate]

[aureliacetinn]

The spectrum of Disability that effects the eyes is vast.

So I've made an eye reference sheet to show fellow artists small dip of the spectrum for when you want to create more diverse disabled characters!

[metasonbig08]

I think I know why G/t resonates with so many of us autists. If you're tiny, the world looks big and scary. It's overwhelming. Every footstep feels like an earthquake. Every conversation sounds like a screaming audience at a concert. Every table or chair is the size of a hill. Everything is too big for you. Too much for you. You feel like you're too small to do anything. All you need is to be accepted and properly integrated into society. It also helps if you have a giant friend to gently hold you and press you against their chest like a weighted blanket. If you're giant, the world is too small for you to fit into. People find you weird and off-putting and scary, even when you don't mean it. You feel like you have to walk on eggshells in order to seem "acceptable" to society. You can't be true to yourself in this world that's too small for you. Society only accepts you if your size can be useful to them. Everything you do is scrutinized by society. They view you as a monster. But in reality, you're just different. Forced to live in a world that wasn't made for you. All you need is for society to accept who you are and give you a place to fit in. It helps if your tiny friends are there for your needs, letting you talk to them or gently fidget with them. I know I'd rather be tiny, but the giant part was very much based on my personal experiences as an autistic person.