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strange-august · 1 year

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Tag Yourself as Aesthetics I resonate with

Changelingcore: Broken insect wings, wildflower meadows, catching tadpoles, lingering mist after it rains, wet shoes from the damp grass, the feeling of moss under your hands, collection of strange trinkets and objects, taking your stuffed animals on adventures, doodling on your clothes, busy hands, wading knee deep into a lake, screaming into the air to ease frustration, organizing and reorganizing your treasures, bird calls, animal howls, digging in the mud, chewing on your lip until it bleeds, bruises and scrapes, the urge to live in the woods and never return to regular society, knotted hair, forest shrines, putting flower blossoms in your hair, flooded swampy areas, jumping from short cliffs

Suburban Gothic: Hot muggy air sticking to your skin, the buzz of florescent lights, flickering street lights, budget popsicles, late night drug store visits, muffled arguments, an old clock ticking, guady wallpaper, gossamer curtains, dusty cotton sheets, faded quilts, dog barkings, milkshakes in an empty diner, broken windows and graffiti, abandoned train tracks, 24/7 laundromats, rusty swingsets, shadowy silhouettes, semi-abandoned malls, sounds of far off traffic and train horns, driving around at night while soft music plays on the radio, tv static, junk yards and pick-n-pulls, holding hands with a stranger, urban legends, varsity jackets, broken glass on the road, crumbling buildings, local television channels

Cuddle Party: Excited giggles and hushed whispers, condensation on drinkware, running through an empty field hollering and whooping in the dead of night, sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, drunken "I love you"s, old cartoons, classic disney movies, five dollar pizza and breadsticks, singing out loud in the car, finding new places to explore, county fairs and arcade visits, eating fair food and screaming your lungs out on rides, trying to earn as many tickets at the arcade and still winning cheap prizes, being the last one to fall asleep, casually sleeping all together in the same bed, holding hands in crowds, if one of us isn't having a good time none of us are, wondering how long these days will last

Cryptid Academia: Listening to video essays while sketching cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings (legally and illegally), pocket knives, blackout curtains, newspaper clippings, viewing the night sky through a telescope, visiting natural history or science museums, old typewriters, info dumping conspiracy theories on friends, making plans to investigate that never come to fruition, tearing yet another hole into your clothes climbing over fences, shoddily patched up clothes, keychains and aluminum pins, novelty socks, analog watches, Buzzfeed Unsolved, cryptid podcasts, sprint training so you can outrun whatever is chasing you, rubiks cubes, sore fingers from mending, thrift shopping, essays only about cryptids

Desertwave: Billowing winds, sandstorms, wind chimes and suncatchers, succulents in handmade clay pots, aloe vera plants on the kitchen windowsill, the distant howl of a coyote, faded winnebagos, the soft hiss of patio misters, campsites and trailer parks, large rock formations covered in graffiti, picking up trash, the crackle of a bonfire, cacti and joshua trees in the backyard, never getting the sand completely out of your shoes, dusty clothes, laying in a hammock watching the stars, water balloon fights, hot springs, mexican ice cream bars, rocky desert mountains, plots of sand and plants that stretch on as far as the eye can see

#tag yourself #types of people #aesthetic #changelingcore #suburban gothic #desertwave #cuddle party #cryptid academia #mine #augies-posts

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chronoport · 4 months

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CUDDLEPARTYDOLLiC !!

A gender under the genderdollic system related to both the cuddle party aesthetic and a being doll !!

Colors picked from here !!

@mogai-toybox

#my flags #mogai #mogai flags #genderdollic #dollgender #Cuddlepartydollic #cuddleparty #cuddle party

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welcome-to-green-hills · 7 months

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I know exactly where the Wachowski kids' favorite places to nap are: with each other and their parents

YES! FUCKIN! YES!

#CUDDLE PARTY #Wachowski Family #mystery anon #off topic

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rinfae · 2 years

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Cuddling with the boys. This is also the first time i have drawn all the boys together uwu

#my art #nanbaka #jyugo #uno #rock #nico #cuddle party #i can now say i drawn all of them together #without having to draw their bodies #a win for me

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apstynsears · 2 years

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A gender related to the cuddle party aesthetic?

Sure thing :>

TW: imagery of dr*gs and alc*h*l

Alternative Cuddlepartycoric

Cuddlepartycoric

Cuddlepartycoric is a coric xenogender related to the cuddle party aesthetic.

The flags colors represents the main qualities of the cuddle party aesthetic, being murky colors for a chilled out mood, grey-tones for genuine friendships, and neon colors to represent fun and parties.

Coined by Apstyn, flag by Apstyn

Flags are free to use by anyone, no credit needed :3

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vizthedatum · 1 year

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Cuddle Party News: the beginning

Me: *posts something on Facebook about wanting to cuddle with at least six friends* My friend: I am intrigued by your newsletter Me: meow? (Well I actually said: hehe what newsletter?) My friend: Cuddle Party News Me:.... --

This just in! The latest in Cuddle Party News!

Rose, the up and coming cuddler of the city, awoke with grand visions of their next cuddle party!

"We'll call it "Prudes no more!"" they exclaimed. The clinks of tea cups and satisfied platonic whimpers filled their head, as they looked around their abode. More blankets needed to be purchased so that everyone's temperature preferences were accounted for. "Hmmm"

For those inclined towards physical touch, non-sexual and non-romantic touch was hard to come by without further expectation. Rose knew, that for themselves at least, it was so nice to be held - just out of love and respect - in a way that the energies between them and their absolutely adorable friends flowed freely, exponentially filling everyone up with inner warmth and, ultimately, love.

Many of Rose's friends, Rose included, had autoimmune or chronic health conditions... and stress management was so hard, especially during the pandemic. Well, especially during this life, with its many twists and turns.

"I just want to socialize in such a way that would reduce not only my stress but my friends' stress levels," they thought. They wanted to reduce people's cortisol levels, increase vagal activity, promote serotonin production... and more. Life already was so fraught with the isolation procedures from the pandemic, not to mention... people's reliance on distance-promoting social measures, such as the use of cellular devices and technology.

(more later, because I gotta prep for my interview)

#cuddle #party #news #newsletter #cuddle party #stress #stress reduction #platonic love #platonic #sapphic #queer #autoimmune #spoonie #stress relief #friendship #love

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experimental-intellection · 2 years

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This is one of those days where I wish I could cwtch each and every one of my friends like the whole day...

#cwtch #cuddle #cuddle party #snuggles

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michaud-joshua-x1496 · 7 months

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#animal #crossing #pocket #camp #ac chrissy #chrissy #cute #cuddle party #playful #silly #party animal #outgoing #peppy #heartfelt #lighthearted

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8em-em-em8 · 7 months

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What about an Eddie who doesn't sleep? Not because of the upside down but because he was already insomniac before all that shit happened? What if it's how he became such a good DM? Writing every little detail of his campaigns, rehearsing in low voices for hours on end because he can't sleep anyway? And he always functioned like that, with 4 to 6 hours of sleep each night, so no one really can tell when the nightmares start after the upside down.

And maybe he gets invited to sleepovers at Steve because on the the fruity4 notices anyway, or maybe they just trauma bonded so the others simply want him there, and he finds out that, cuddled in between Steve and Robin, he gets to actually /sleep/. As in 8, 9, sometimes even 10 hours.

And the kids, who don't know anything about his sleep schedule, are soo thrown off by this well rested Eddie. He's not as loud, not as tense, not as chatty, not as anxious, and they get worried.

I just think it would be funny to have the Party calling Steve and Robin for help because Eddie ''is not himself anymore'' when the guy never felt better.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #steddie #robin buckley #the party #eddie's an insomniac #and he loves cuddle piles

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estrellami-1 · 1 year

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Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.

Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-

“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”

Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”

“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.

Dustin frowned. “Go where?”

“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”

“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”

Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.

He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.

“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”

Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”

Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”

“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”

“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”

“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”

“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”

“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”

“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”

Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”

Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”

Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.

“‘S fine.”

“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”

“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”

Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”

Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”

“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”

Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”

“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”

Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”

“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”

“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”

“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”

Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”

“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”

Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”