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sleepingcatemojis · 10 months
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negative stims: hitting a pillow, head, and chest - still image and gif versions!! requested by anon (link)!
feel free to use in your servers but do credit me!!
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coolthingsguyslike · 3 months
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josselyn1021 · 2 months
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Knuckles Series 🔥
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cruella1989 · 26 days
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giffypudding · 3 months
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Come on work
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captain-lessship · 4 months
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Frozen Over Pt. 3
Trigger Warnings (Whole Work): Canon Typical Violence, Manipluation, Abuse, President Snow being President Snow, Eventual Character Death.
Content Warning: Abuse (Only one instance in this chapter in the form of hitting and I rather be safe than sorry), blood and illness (Snow’s illness)
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You were awoken in the dead of night by one of the house tenders, he shook your shoulders. You jolted awake, “What is the matter?”
“Your grandfather is asking for you. He is declining.”
You jumped out of bed and a grabbed your house robe, tying it as you ran down the hall, calling to the tender to wake everyone else up and send for his doctor.
You made the corner and didn’t stop til you reached the double sliver door of his room. You opened them quickly, “Grandfather?” You called into the room.
You saw him propped up in bed, coughing into a handkerchief. You slowly approached him. “Grandfather,” you took his free hand in yours. “You are not doing better. I sent for your doctor.” You said, voice uneven.
“They can’t do anything to help me.”
“Maybe they can give you something to ease your pain. It’s a Quarter Quell. Hopefully one of the best ones yet.”
“What about after?”
You stopped, “Then, we go to your country house. I think city air is really messing with you.”
He coughed again, sounding like he was trying to hack up his own lung. It is worse at night due to him laying down. His eyes that were irritated stared into yours, his look was apologetic, for only what the two of you knew.
He stared at you, removing his hand from yours and letting it come to your face. “You have grown up. You shouldn’t be worrying about me.”
“I am just… not ready to let you go.”
At that moment, the doctor had arrived. You looked at the doctor, “His cough is worse. Is there anything you can do to help him sleep?”
“We will try. Please go back to bed, Mr. Snow.”
You looked at your grandfather and he nodded, excusing you. As you left, you saw your younger sister by the door way.
“Let’s get you back to bed.”
“Is grandpa okay?”
You thought, “Yes, he is. Sometimes people get sick.”
As you walked her back to her room, she asked you another question, “Are you grandpa’s favorite?”
You stopped. How could you be his favorite? Memories came back to you as a pain burned on your face.
“You are doing what?” You said with restrained anger.
“It is not as bad as it-“
“Because it isn’t happening to you!” You shrieked as you jerked up and out of your seat.
“Sit down.”
“No! You shouldn’t be doing that to him! You are whoring him out like he’s nothing! He’s a person and he’s my friend.”
The look he gave you chilled you to your core.
“Your friend?”
He stood up from his chair and walked to you, you were frozen. You watched him come to you and were slowly starting to expect a close conversation but your were surprised when he slapped you across your face with the knuckles of his hand.
They were bony and made a loud pop as they were thwacked across your cheek. His ring nicked you just below your eye, a small droplet of blood came from your face. You held your face and looked at President Snow.
“If he is your friend, I am not yours.”
You smiled as you opened her bedroom door, “Grandparents don’t pick favorites.” Only closing it once she got in bed.
Silently, you walked back to your bed room. Moonlight flooded the hallway, covering it in a silver blanket. You looked up at the moon that was half full or just shy of it. You continued your walk to your room, letting it ring in your heart that Finnick was still your friend and nothing was ever going to change that.
It was a few days later that you found yourself sharply doing your eyeliner, barely breathing as you did it. You liked the bird of prey look it gave you.
Your stylist, Kimber commented on your hair texture before a small gasp came from her.
“What is it?”
“A white hair.”
You reached to where her hand was and plucked it from your scalp, it was indeed a white hair.
Kimber began listing all sorts of causes: Genetics, Vitamins Deficiencies and Bad Luck. All you could do was stare at it, it was the exact same shade as your grandfathers.
You let it fall to the ground, “Well, it could be worse. A grey hair never killed anyone.”
She smiled at you remark, “You are rather relaxed considering what you are doing this evening.
You were tasked with the announcement of the Quarter Quell. You had also been tasked with telling the public during the previous night that your grandfather would be absent during that time as he had decided to spend some time with his family. The news got a mixed reaction but many understood. Why deny an old man a visit with his family? That would be cruel!
“Oh it is nerve wracking! But I know you will make me look wonderful.”
“Obviously, I would have been fired years ago if your looks weren’t up to par, then again, I have a lovely canvas.” She winked at your reflection.
You laughed, “But the loveliest canvas of all?”
“My wife!” Kimber swooned.
“Tell me about this outfit.” You glanced to the hanger that held a high collared black suit that had a cape sewn on the back along the shoulder line.
“A design of mine. I call it ‘Future President’, like it?”
“Future president?”
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The World Discoverer - a cruise ship dedicated to explore polar regions. Abandoned in 2000 on Solomon Islands after hitting a reef
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nanmo-wakaran · 25 days
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mochi making
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ayiemojis · 6 months
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Oo can you do or have you done a chest hitting stim before? like the head hitting one
I tried I hope this is alright ^^"
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Slow — Fast
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topgunruinedme · 2 years
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Come back to me - Part 1
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Master List - Come back to me Next chapter - Part 2
Synopsis: After a bad fight with Maverick, she finds herself with no one to fall on.
Maverick x reader / Iceman x reader
A/N - Anyone who would like to be tagged in the future post of this series please leave a comment :) Happy readings everyone!
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She knew he was a prick when she met him, she knew he was dangerous, unpredictable.
But she hadn’t expected this, he really went south after Goose. He went out drinking every night, she blankly ignored his unfaithful flirting with other woman.
She knew it would be hard, she knew he needed time.
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She stared at him in shock clutching her burning check, he glared at her. How dare he.
Her jaw ticked and she clenched her teeth, spinning around grabbing her keys form the table and out the door.
The car started and sped out of the driveway of their house, how dare he hit her. After all she had gone through for him? All she had put up with?
A small part of her yearned for the old Maverick the one who took her out on dates and complemented her, instead of the drunk that criticised her clothing.
She shoved the car into park as it skitter across the gravel parking spaces of Hard Decks. The door slammed behind her as she walked into the bar, penny wasn’t working today. Thank god for small mercies she could stand to look at the woman who shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, if you had a say in it.
She dropped into the seat at the bar after receiving a glass of whiskey, she needed something strong and fast. Someone slid into the space next to her, a pair of aviator sunglasses were placed into the bar top.
A hand holding a glass came into her vision using his pinky to raise her chin to look at him, Tom silently studied her bruise rapidly forming on her face.
Iceman, someone she had only met once and seen twice. One of Maverick flight mates, not one of friendly terms she gathered form the limited interactions she had seen between them.
A frown pulled at his lips in displeasure, he relinquished his position placing his glass down on the bar, placing m his cold slightly wet hand form the consecration of the glass onto the forming bruise.
She signed closing her eyes as it helped still the throbbing, “did he do this?”.
The sharpness of the tone couldn’t be missed she opened her eye to look at him, he was looking at the mark as if it had personally offends him.
“He didn’t mean it” she mumbled about his palm as she learnt into his cooling hand, his eyes narrowed and gritted his teeth “bullshit”.
Her phone started to ring and she pulled back reluctantly pulling it form her pocket bunking in anger as Maverick name appeared on the screen.
“Do you have somewhere to go tonight?” The question caught her of guard, the aviator was already collecting his keys and glasses from the bar top chucking down a few notes as a tip or to cover the drinks she wasn’t sure.
“You don’t know me” she said deflecting the question, he nodded over to some other men playing pool in the back and she faintly recognised one. Was he an aviator as well?
“Well your going to have to get to know me, because I’m not sending you back to that house” he placed a hand ion her lower back not to low it was indecent but a respectable height he lead her out into the night.
Maybe Iceman wasn’t that bad after all.
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coolthingsguyslike · 9 months
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josselyn1021 · 5 months
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Sonic and Shadow
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planetofmarz · 1 year
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So I’ve been seeing a lot on tik tok about this Felix cipher guy that claims he’s a reincarnation of hitler and wears a hitler Stache nose ring and all that. Obviously this guy is an ignorant prick but the only other thing I can think of is can you imagine how PRESSED hitler would be if someone claimed to be a reincarnation of him and dressed like him while also being trans, makes me giggle
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iamthehamburglar · 8 months
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I just rewatched Transformers Dark Of The Moon, and I noticed that Ironhide hit Optimus to make him transform just like he did to Jazz in G1
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cryptid-stimming · 2 months
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🔥🎓🔥 I don't want to heal my inner child anymore I kinda want him to get his revenge 🔥🎓🔥 Stimboard
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[Image description: a 9 gif stimboard (using footage from Pink Floyd's The Wall [1982]); from left to right.
First line: A gif jumpcutting as children remove creepy human-like masks, throw them to the floor and begin to overturn their school desks and throw paper in the air. A gif jumpcutting as children smash the glass windows in a Fire Point cabinet with fire buckets and drag out the hammers and axes inside. And a gif jumpcutting as children destroy and throw their school desks, using fire axes to chop them up.
Second line: A gif jumpcutting from a wall of bricks being broken through (bricks falling to the ground and children's shadows moving across the wall's surface), and a shot of children silhouetted as they bash at the wall with hammers. A still sceenshot of a Tiktok with a person looking at the camera in a room with posters and fairy lights, and a caption reading 'I don't want to heal my inner child anymore I kinda want him to get his revenge'. And a gif jumpcutting from children carrying a desk rapidly, to a shot of the desk smashing through a school window as it is thrown out.
Third line: A gif jumpcutting between shots of children throwing and overturning school desks. A gif jumpcutting between shots of desks and school equipment being piled up by a group of children, windows being smashed and a large metal wall/gate being knocked down. And a gif of a school on fire, desks and chairs piled up and burning as a bonfire in front, and groups of children jumping for joy and running in the foreground, silhouetted by the flames.
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leatherandlipstick · 1 year
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you're bratting out and misbehaving cause you want to get slapped around? if you wanted to get hit so bad, the only thing you had to do was ask. you want to be forced down to your knees and slapped across the face? you wanna be grabbed by the jaw and made to look at me? all you have to say is "please hit me, miss circe". understand me?
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