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rocketonin · 1 year
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i know it’s only november but i missed him
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jewverlvy · 2 years
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POV? When someone uses your preferred pronouns/name(s) irl in your native language /vpos
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stimboards03 · 1 year
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TRANS STIM BOARD
!!LOOK AT MY DNI PLEASE!!
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citricsemotes132 · 1 year
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can i get a kandi bracelet stim for one of our littles? arm shaking/hand flappies? - Zac, @backfromtheboneyard
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HERE YOU GO! :D
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beannnsouppp · 2 years
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i have to stop reading fanfiction in class bc i cant stim properly so now i just have tension in my arms (said while knowing im going to continue doing this)
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autisticdreamdrop · 2 years
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Marbles stimming!!
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meowdy-howdy · 2 years
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stimboard for the name "juicebox" for anon! thanks for the request nonnie! <3
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justanotherstardrop · 2 years
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frisk handflaps
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gargandliamstims · 2 years
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Mark and Ethan stimboard!
(if anyone tags this as ship i will immediately block you)
(not requested)
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(no link = i made it)
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green-rectangle · 2 years
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I am going through a severe Vocaloid brain rot right now soooooooooooo,
VOCALOID THEORY
It’s like game, film, and food theory.
I know it will never happen, but I would do so many happy hand flaps if my interests were being discussed by one of the biggest creators.
(But I suppose it is the autistic condition to have niche interests.)
But just imagine a big creator talking about Vocaloids other than Hatsune Miku. EVERY WEEK.
It might even allow more people to get into Vocaloid.
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marcymaccamish · 2 years
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"Hand flapping is a pretty common stim for Autistic people, huh? I mean, I do stim, but I'm not sure I noticed myself doing that."
*later*
I begin hand flapping and notice it.
"Oh look, I do hand flap!... Also sweet Jesus Christ this is the most amazing feeling!!!!"
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theacewithmace · 2 years
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you ever just *flaps hands so fast i shoot thru the fucking ceiling*
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stimboards03 · 1 year
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Bimbo aesthetic Stimboard!
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jesterwriting · 6 months
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jester dear!! I had an idea, had some thoughts about it, and if you want you can make a drabble or a one shot, is really up to you.I heard an audio from tktk, that had some hurt/comfort?? So, maybe you could write a Law/Crocodile/Sanji/literally anyone you would like, the dialogue is like:
Character A: I'll take care of you.
Character B: Its wrotten work.
Character A: Not to me. Not if its you.
Hope that gives you an inspiration, I really just kinda want you to write something to have fun and all, but if not, totally fine, art has a strange way to present itself in our lifes, hope ya day/afternoon/evening is good, and remember to rest and eat a little!!!
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pairing: sanji x reader & law x reader (separate)
contents: reader is depressed in sanjis, sleepy law, fluff, hurt/comfort
word count: 1.1k words
note: OH MY GOD I LOVE THE ROTTEN WORK QUOTE. literally got your request and had to run in circles for a second. i only did sanji and law, though i would be open to doing crocodile another time >:3 those two just came to me the easiest right now. thank you so much for your request! i seriously loved it <33
playlist: tire swing by kimya dawson
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“Black Leg” Sanji
For some reason, you haven't been doing very well lately. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was because the sun was setting earlier than usual. You didn’t know. You didn’t care. The only thing you knew was that you were tired. It was getting ridiculous how exhausted even the simplest tasks made you. Eating shouldn’t leave you a husk, crawling back to your bed with a trail of slime in your wake. It had been a week since you last showered, and you were sure you stank to high heaven. Your hair sat odd on your scalp, greasy and unbecoming.
You let out a heavy sigh and buried your face deeper into your pillow. Another thing you needed to wash. At this rate, you’d get pimples, then you would look as gross as you felt.
Light flooded the room and you blinked wildly at the figure that had intruded in your very important mildew session. Sanji stood in the doorway, one hand on his hip, the other holding a plate of food.
“You need to eat, Y/N, darling. You missed breakfast,” He stated, always serious when it came to matters of food. As he made his way into your room, he turned on the lights, making you groan and shove a pillow over your face.
“Not hungry,” You mumbled.
Sanji ignored you and set the tray of food on your bedside table. It smelled delicious, bacon and eggs covering the smell of human sweat, though you knew it would inevitably turn to ash on your tongue. It was a shame you couldn’t taste Sanji’s delicious cooking right now, he made the best food you had ever eaten. Whenever you got the chance, you reminded him of that, if only to see him blush and swoon.
You knew he wouldn’t leave until you ate. Exhausted, you gave in and sat up against your pillow. With a sigh, you pulled the tray in your lap and shoveled a forkful in your mouth. You were wrong, it didn’t taste like ash, instead, it was entirely flavorless. Frowning, you shot a glance at Sanji, who sat on the edge of your bed, barely concealed worry shining in his eyes. He was smoking. You handed him an ashtray you kept nearby, just in case he dropped in.
Lighting up, Sanji gave you a bright grin. “Aw, thank you, Y/N.”
You snickered to yourself. There were practically hearts in his eyes at such a simple gesture. As you watched him swoon, you couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of guilt claw at your throat.
“You don’t have to do this.” You took another bite, fighting a grimace. “Take care of me, I mean.”
Sanji blinked at you like you just said the sky was green and the sun set in the east. “I want to take care of you.”
“It’s rotten work.” There was a smile on your face, as if to offset how miserable you felt. Like most smiles these days, it didn’t reach your eyes.
He took the fork from your hand and scooped a bit of egg onto it. Snorting, you leaned forward, mouth open.
“Not to me,” Sanji said as you swallowed. “Not if it’s you.”
Trafalgar Law
You found Law sleeping face down at his desk. Over the past several days, he had looked exhausted, only getting worse and worse as time passed. The dark circles under his eyes were almost black, so bad, he looked more raccoon than man. If he wasn’t wearing his hat all the time, you were sure his hair would be spiked in every direction from lack of care.
Humming under your breath, you knew what you had to do. There was no way you were going to leave him there to wake up with a nasty crick in his neck on top of everything else. You ducked under his arm and helped Law to his feet. He jolted slightly, startled by the sudden intrusion, but once he saw it was you, his eyelids sagged and he slumped against you. You laughed to yourself as his head lolled against your shoulder, hat falling to the floor. You would have to get that later.
The next few minutes were spent half-dragging, half-carrying Law into his bedroom. He was awake enough that his legs didn’t give out, but still too asleep to move them. You had to lead him forward, shuffling under him so you could coax him to put one foot after the other.
This was not the first time you had found him asleep at his desk, and you doubted it would be your last. It was, however, the first time he was too exhausted to take himself to bed without your help. If he was awake, he would be mortified. You didn’t look forward to the morning when he would inevitably remember being carried to bed, and decide, instead of addressing it like a normal human being, to avoid you for the next several days.
“Let go, Y/N-ya, I can do it myself.” Law tried to sound stern, but it came out as more of a tired whine than anything. You choked on a giggle. He must have gone without sleep for over a week if this was where he was at.
After what felt like a century, you made it to his room. Plopping Law on the bed, you smoothed out his hair, ignoring how he slapped your hands away, and moved to help him take off his shoes. Without you there to hold him up, Law flopped backwards with a snore. Fine, it was easier if he wasn’t awake to complain.
You set his boots down beside the bed where he would easily find them when he awoke, and lifted his hips by his legs to slide him fully onto his bed. The manhandling woke him up enough for him to groan and hit you with a glare that would normally send you running for the hills. Right now, however, it was sort of cute.
After twenty minutes of leading, sleepy glaring, and shoe removing, your captain was finally in bed. With a soft smile, you said, “Don’t worry, I’ll always be here take care of you, Law.”
“‘S rotten work,” He muttered, though you watched his eyes open to search your face. You tried not to think about that glimmer of something his sleepy gaze.
You grinned and brushed your thumb against his cheek. “Not to me, it isn’t. Not if it’s you.”
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awetistic-things · 2 years
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oh my god
i just realized
that the human equivalent of a dog wagging its tail
is hand flapping
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angelicfangz · 1 year
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snipertism. sniper autism. :-)
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