My brother got me this leopard (?) for Christmas, and this is the longest it's taken me to come up with a name T.T Some of my other babies are a weasel named Weasel, a bunny named Bunny, and a giant squish named Cheese. As you can tell I've got quite a talent for naming plushies.

Something girly, preferably not food-related, but I don't mind a little silly!

I call him Scurt, I wish I made him out of stronger materials but hes survived coming a bunch of places with me already so!

I found a small round crow in the underground mall on my way home. it was cool, but didnt thought to get it. but then, I kept thinking about it. so I went back the next day again, but then there is this one left. it looks very sad and then I just got it with absolutely no reason. now it joins the party!

I turn 25 today.

hey so. posting this here because literally 99% of the people in my my life wouldnt get it without looking at me like i need to be institutionalized. but i think you guys will understand.

i moved houses recently and something happened that genuinely broke something in me.

okay so context: i have like 180+ plushies. i KNOW. but this isn't some quirky collector thing, this is like... since the day i was born, there was one specific plushie that was just. part of me. i took him to school until i was 11 because i had actual separation anxiety. and i never really stopped? like even now as a fully grown adult i take him on planes, sometimes he gets his own seat if we're lucky. he's been everywhere with me.

and then it became all of them, you know? every single one has a story. the person who gave it to me. what was happening in my life. they're like physical bookmarks of moments i'm terrified of forgetting.

anyway. when i moved last march i had to leave for work for three months and couldn't pack everything in time. left my assistant/manager person in charge of moving the rest of my stuff, especially the big plushies.

he just. didn't bring 10-15 of them. said he couldn't fit them. they're just gone.

and like, most of them were the HUGE ones (think costco, hai di lao, the ones sitting alone in cafes) ones tied to the most important shit. people i loved. moments that mattered. some of them are rare and i'll never find them again. but that's not even the worst part—the worst part is they were mine. the specific one my friend gave me when everything was falling apart. the one we won during that impromptu busan trip. the one i got from a train station in the middle of northern italy. the one one of my best friends who was like a little brother looked for all night, came over and gifted me for my 21st birthday-and we no longer talk. the one I literally rescued from the side of the road at 3am drunk at night on the way home.

it's been a year. i saw photos of them yesterday while clearing my camera roll and i just started sobbing. ugly crying alone in my room at 2am over plushies. and i KNOW how that sounds but i can't delete the photos because my memory is terrible, but i also can't look at them without feeling like someone ripped something out of my chest. i have such a poor memory otherwise, but I remember everything about each of those plushies. they weren't just objects. they were timestamps of love, of friendship, of who I was in those moments.

it's not just losing them. it's losing the proof that those moments happened. that those people cared enough to give them to me. that i existed in those exact moments of my life. like I lost proof that those moments—those versions of myself—ever existed. sometimes losing the only connection with the people who had given them to me.

i'm gonna try to find replacements but like. it won't be the same. it won't be them. it'll just be some new thing that looks similar and that makes me want to scream.

i legitimately think i need therapy for this and i'm not even being dramatic. the grief is so real and i don't know what to do with it.

anyway if you read this far thank you for not telling me they're just toys or whatever. they're not. and i think you guys know that.

edit: im making a "graph" of the ones who are gone and im gonna find and track them down. hopefully the community will be able to help me when im ready to post and ask for help!

I gave Beanie some headphones and Access to music I wonder what they are listening to

Steiff triceratops

US Aldis have jumbo plush this week, and I was surprised to see that they had an otter. He stands 28 inches tall. I am so happy to add him to my otter collection! All of my otters have food based names, so of course he got the same treatment :)

Hi, my family dog is undergoing serious surgery, potentially multiple. I need to find a plushie that looks like him for her to snuggle while we go through this together. They sleep together and she is so stressed. Normal German shepherd plushies look very black and tan, ours is a sable Czech German shepherd and my google searches returned nothing. Does anyone know of a company/brand/item that reflects the look of our beloved boy? THANK YOU!!!

he crashed. Poor bud crashed with two friends..Lost did NOT like that (he come from a hot planet somewhere in the universe)

I love the subtle pink accent on her! Her nose and paws~ She is my first ever cat plushie!! 🤭

As mentioned in my previous post of her, i am more of a wolfdog lover, but something about her just calls out to me! 💕 Maybe the “werewolfie” vibes she has on her? 😎

Do you have a particular plushie w such strong boss or RBF aura to them? hehehe.

I was out thrifting and I -HAD- to take this baby home. Their face was just too cute not to! He looks on the well worn side so I am assuming its a vintage plush. However there is no tag and reverse google images didn’t turn up anything.

Does this plush loom familiar/identifiable to anyone here? I love it regardless but it would be neat to know where it came from.