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ticcy-worm · 10 months

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Ok so the psych's solution to my tics was to basically suppress them. Love it <3/s

#tourettes #actually tourettic #tics #actually ticcing #tourettes syndrome #tics and tourettes #tic attack #tic supression #tourette syndrome #tourette’s awareness

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tics-tacs · 1 year

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any advice for having to suppress tics while at home

try and redirect your tics if possible to something less noticeable, it's a lot easier than suppressing completely. also, if at any point you are alone and it is safe to do so, allow yourself to tic freely so you don't use up all your energy trying to suppress.

i wish you the best!

#tics #tourettes #neurodivergent #tic disorder #tourettes syndrome #tourette's #actually neurodivergent #not tics culture #suppressing tics #tic supression

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its-ticsticstics · 2 years

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Reminder that the ability to supress tics can change day-to-day and depending on the severity of that days tics.

Just because someone could surpress for a few hours one day, doesn’t mean you should expect them to surpress that long all of the time!

#tics #tic supression #tourettes #tourettic ocd #neurodivergent #neurodivergency #once i again i bring your attention to the waxing and waning nature of tics and therefore its supressibility too!

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autistme · 9 months

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having tics and not usually putting effort into hiding them but people still not acknowledging them being tics is so fucking wild to experience. like everyone clearly sees and hears them. but its like no one thinks they're potentially involuntary . like ppl just think im a silly guy that meows and clicks constantly. like i cant deny i will occasionally meow recreationally but like. theres so many other things i do constantly that i dont see how they could be interpreted as anything else. is it just tuned out from like constant exposure or what

#its like 3 times the past month someone's mentioned me ticcing but like in a way that clearly shows they think its just a bit #i feel like im going nuts #like its been years #and no one in my life suspects a thing #and i cant stress enough i barely supress them

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man-made-object · 1 year

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i helped clean the place i volunteer at, and god was it a mess. i feel for the people that regularly clean this place

also my meds will be ready on the 29th instead of today which means i have to use my extra week of risperdal to get to what my psychiatrist wants me to take (1mg in the morning, meaning i have to cut them in half). it's also not ready yet which. concerns me. i saw him on the 12th so it should be ready by now, it's always ready soon after he upps the dose. i'm hoping he didn't forget to tell the pharmacy

#'risperdal helps with tics' Give Me It Now #i've got a new one where my face locks up (including my eyes shutting) WHILE I'M DRIVING #and i can JUST BARELY supress it #so i think i'd like to get this new dose soon :)#i don't wanna get into too much detail about this but when i cleaned it was. Bad #i found a bowl of food that we served a couple weeks ago. on a tuesday. so.#that's all i'm saying about that #i really don't wanna think about any of the stuff in this post anymore lmao #division.txt #cw unsanitary #in tags #cw medication

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valcaira · 9 months

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Look I get that we all want to relate to one another. I really do. But seeing people on my post about how shitty it is to exist as a visibly deformed & disabled person in public say things like "that's why i don't stim in public" or "that's why i'm scared to bring my cane in public" is just... You're missing the point.

Some of us cannot mask our disabilities. You can simply not stim if you can supress it in the first place. You can leave your cane at home if you're doing that already in the first place. A knee brace doesn't make you look like a "freak". You do appear abled otherwise.

I cannot. Many people I know cannot. I can't just "hide" my deformities and abnormal gait or convulsions to appear abled. I *need* my crutches everywhere I go. I can't supress my tics. Full-time wheelchair users exist. High support needs autistics exist. Schizospecs who cannot mask exist. People with William's Sydrome, Down's Syndrome and various obvious deformities exist. Little people. People with severe chemical burns or otherwise or scarring. People with Parkinson's, Tourette's, Huntington's, Cerebral Palsy, every disabled person who looks "abnormal".

We can't just "turn it off" like you. People WILL stare at us. Point their fingers at us. We have no power. They used to put us into freakshows. Not you. Not you who can hide your disability to "appear normal". That post was not for you to "relate to". I and many people are sick of many invisibly disabled people claiming they "want to look disabled" so they'd be "taken more seriously". It's not an invitation of you to declare you leaving your mobility aid at home or shit like that. It's not the damn same.

#ableism #vent #visibly disabled #cripplepunk #cpunk #visible disability #physical disability #invisible disability #actually disabled

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meowticta · 4 months

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i love yall tourettics who were a ''burden'' to deal with, the ones who got hit, yelled at, scolded because of their tics.

i love yall tourettics who sometimes or everyday, cant even hold a single cup of water, who theyre afraid of being near people because of hitting/agressive/offensive tics, i love yall tourettics who were made fun of, the ones who cant work, or do anything at all, youre not a burden, i promise.

the ones w coprophenomena.

the ones who need daily support with such ''basic and easy'' things like dressing up, eating, etc.

the ones who are stuck with people who do not understand them, or support them in any way.

the ones who simply just dont give a fuck about their tics, and they just keep ticcing, the ones who got taught to hide them, to supress them, the ones who unconsciously supress them!

anyone whos been treated badly because of their tics, to anyone who never got the help they needed, a diagnosis, support.

i love yall tourettics

im just thinking about how the community saved my ass, how the videos tourettic ppl made, and how little me watched them and stopped feeling alone, how i got a community, the support and help i needed because of you guys, i really love you all

#actually tourettic #tourette's syndrome #tics #tourette #tourettes #tourette syndrome

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didderd · 11 months

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Hello! First of all, Tic is so cute I would just love to give him a hug! But also have a tiny question.. How does it feel when a tic is about to happen? I could imagine that sometimes it's hard to register before it happens, but I also know you can supress them a litte? So I'm very curious!

(U get litol Tic hug, bc I felt like it. :3)

Ok, so there is a very specific feeling/sensation, which may be hard to explain, but the closest comparison I can think of is like. the feeling you get before a yawn? but a bit more? tingly?? Most ppl compare tics to sneezes, but I think at least the feeling itself is closer to the urge to yawn. It's also more. in your body, or specifically the part of your body that want's to tic.

(I hope I'm explaining that well. I don't often take conscious notes of how these things feel lol.)

And yes, you'd be right about that. It is sometimes hard to register before it happens. Sometimes we might not even feel it at all before it happens, or it can also be just to sudden to catch.

#i would talk abt the suppressing too #but there's jus. kinda a lot to it #and a lotta depending factors #i'v talked about it a bit #so if you wanted to hear more about it. u can scroll the tourette's tag on my blog #(but rn my motivation is kinda sapped #n i'm like. hyper aware of how awkward some of the things i type might come out. which isn't helping lol)#(so that + having a hard time staying awake all day is why i haven't gotten much done in terms of asks today hhh)#tam ask event #tic sans #tourette's #tourette syndrome #tourettic #tics #didderd art #didderd asks #anonymous

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oriborealis250 · 4 months

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Tourettes things is also staying off school as soon as exams are over because constantly supressing my tics is causing severe tic attacks and now i'm banned from the kitchen (only half joking, my head still hurts from where i hit it with the can of beans)

#tourettes #actually tourettic #tic disorder #tics #tics and tourettes #aaaaaaaaaa

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ticcy-worm · 10 months

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Ok now my mom is implying i can get rid of my tics through thinking,,

(hint: if i could i would not be ticcing)

#tourettes #actually tourettic #tics #actually ticcing #tourettes syndrome #tics and tourettes #tourette’s awareness #tic supression #tourette syndrome

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orestesimp · 2 years

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Imagine giving William a foot job under the table in that fucking diner… oh his wet eyes and clenched jaw…

Sleight of hand

William Tell x f!Reader

Warnings: dom/sub elements, foot play, exhibitionism,18+

around 2k words

pls i was so close to call this sleight of foot, send help. so sorry i go through requests in a weird order but i promise i’ll do them all. i hope you enjoy it, it was fun to write something for the footsies girlies

Watching William play with cards is always mesmerizing. It doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him flip the cards a hundred times before, it always makes your belly flutter. Of course it’s says more about how you intimately know how skilled his fingers are than reveal your secret passion for cards.

But right now William isn’t paying attention to you. He is stressed about something and you don’t know what it is. It can be a numerous of things; ghosts from the past, his recent gambling gains and losses, or the fact that you had to stop at a diner in the middle of nowhere because the weather got too bad to drive.

Still, you’re getting a little bored.

The waitress ambles over to your table and raises a coffeepot offering refills. You don’t want another cup of coffee but you’re still damp and cold from the sudden rainstorm so you nod and give a polite ‘thanks’ as she refills your cups. William raises his head and thanks her as well. It makes you smile to yourself; he’s always so well-mannered.

You’ve already finished your meal and he’s barely touched his food; an evil-looking burger and curly fries. You inch his plate closer to you and snatch up the fries, more out of boredom than anything else. He doesn’t notice.

You glance around the room as you nibble on his food. Evenly spaced fluorescent strips cast a harsh artificial light over the handful of patrons in the diner. Still, even with the lights on, the dark clouds outside cast shadows, dark and dismal, over the room.

Slumped in your seat, you start to feel annoyed. You want William to notice you. It’s a little childish and needy but having this man’s attention on you is better than anything. Even better than that first ray of sunshine after a long winter.

You desperately need it. The short run from the car to the diner has left you wet, your clothes still damp, sticking randomly to your body and letting cold air in every time you move. The oversized clothes, ballet flats, and no bra had seemed like the perfect outfit for a long car ride at the time.

You wrap your hands around the comforting warmth of the ceramic mug and your brain immediately connects it to the memory of William’s broad, calloused hands caressing your skin. His skin is always so warm, and right now you’re positively freezing.

You lean forward and rest your elbows on the table, bouncing a little in your seat. The action makes your shirt slip off your shoulder in a cool, nonchalant way.

“Hey,” you say in coy voice. Finally, William looks up at you. He gives you this charming, reserved smile before he returns to his stack of cards. Undeterred, you lean forward and steal a card; the ace of diamond. He makes a sound between a longsuffering sigh and an amused laugh, then does a double take when he sees your cleavage.

There’s a muscle ticcing in his cheek. It takes him a few seconds to tear his eyes away from your breasts. “Babe,” he says. “Your shirt.”

You give him a fatuous smile. “I know.” You move to the edge of your seat and make sure your arms frame your cleavage. “I’m cold.”

His eyes drop from your eyes to your exposed breasts. He swallows hard, his pink tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. You supress a grin; it says a lot about what he wants to do to you. “I can see that.”

He’s waiting for your next move, you can tell from the way he sits still, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on you. You like it when he wordlessly gives you control. He’ll have to say it out loud but for now you bask in his trust. You love him so much.

You nudge his foot with yours under the table and search his face, a little smirk curling your lips. You want to play a dirty game and you think he might be into it. His face remains eager, expectant. You slip your foot out of your shoe and slowly rub it against his shin. His eyes widen.

“Sweetheart, n-not-” he looks over his shoulder toward the counter, “not here.”

You’re the picture of innocence as you shrug one shoulder. “Why not?”

“They-” he takes another quick look over his shoulder, “they might catch us.”

“We won’t know unless we try,” you say in a conspicuous whisper.

William slumps down a little in his seat, looks in his lap, under the table, and sees your bare foot pressed, unmoving, against his shin. You wiggle your toes. He considers it, analyses the situation.

Cons: No tablecloth. Pro: your table is in the rearmost corner of the diner. Cons: if someone looks your way they’ll see your leg stretched under the table. Pro: the customers are not paying attention and the waitress is hunched over her phone.

Pro: he really fucking wants it.

He runs a hand through his silver hair, smoothing it back, as he settles comfortably in his seat. There’s a conspiratorial smile on his lips that he tries to hide with his hand. It makes you tilt your head in a silent ‘we doing this or not?’.

“I want it,” he says. “Please.”

You move your foot higher, rubbing the sole of your foot against his knee. William closes his eyes for a second. His hands are flat on the table, playing cards discarded. He spreads his legs apart and prepares himself for more.

Your foot trails up his inner thigh, pushing his legs wide apart. He makes a sound, a groan or a sigh, you can’t be sure but the sound goes straight to your core. You press your toes teasingly against the fleshy muscle. He’s sensitive there.

William is wearing chinos because he doesn’t really own comfortable clothes. It’s all chinos and jeans. They look good on him, but as your foot grazes the bulge in his pants you’re willing to bet he wishes he were wearing sweatpants.

The look in his eyes makes your heart beat faster. Awe, obedience, desire. From this short distance you can see the kaleidoscope of colors in his eyes, deep chestnut brown with viridian-grey irises. A veil of tears forms in his eyes as you press the arch of your foot against his erection. You toy with him for a long minute, massaging his cock with your foot.

His cock grows hard and stiff. Choked whimpers escape his clenched teeth and you think it might be a little painful. When you ask him if he’s okay, you’re surprised to hear that your own voice has turned deep and trembling. He nods, his nostrils flaring, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

He’s the most beautiful man in the world.

Your eyes are drawn to his fingers, flexing on the table. You wordlessly give him permission to touch you. You both heave a sigh of relief. His hands are warm and a little calloused against your delicate skin. He slides one hand under your foot to cup your ankle, the pad of his thumb tracing the delicate bone in circles. His other hand slips under the hem of your trousers and close around your calf.

“Your skin is cold,” he says in a low, breathy groan.

“It’s the rain.”

He nods distractedly, eyes falling to your breasts, his hand holding your foot against him. Heat pools in your belly as his cock throbs against your foot. The sensation is foreign but it sends shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

“How badly do you want me?” he asks, his eyes intense and wet.

He uses your foot to get himself off. It’s incredibly exciting, this man who was so worried about getting caught now wants to make you scream. You have no idea how he turned the tables on you, but you’re not the one in control anymore.

“I need you.”

“Show me,” he says caressing the bridge of your foot. You’re so aroused it takes your brain a second to catch up. He gives a satisfied nod when your hand disappears under the waistband of your pants. “That’s it,” he praises lowly. “Let me taste you.”

You glance self-consciously toward the counter but no one is paying attention to you. Literally no one cares. William leans casually over the table. He sucks the juices off your fingers and thrusts into your foot.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, letting go of your fingers. “Come with me.”

He presses his thumb against the sole of your foot and grins when he finds a spot that makes you stifle a gasp. You rub your clit faster, your breathing shallow. William adjusts your leg slightly, giving you a better angle.

Your lips are pressed together, desperate little moans trapped in your throat. You keep your eyes fixed on each other, entranced. The legs of his chair scrape against the floor. His expression hardens, jaw clenched tight, brows furrowed.

He comes against your foot, his cock pulsing against the arch of your foot. The sensation is so new, so alien, that it makes your entire body shiver. You can’t look at him anymore, you have to close your eyes.

The intensity of your orgasm surprises you and it takes you a moment to come back to him. William’s patient, his fingers move in soothing caresses and teasing tickles. He’s watching you, proud and amazed.

You both stay silent for a long moment, the usual noises of the diner coming back into focus. The waitress is still looking at something on her phone, the customers are still watching tv. You look back at William and start laughing quietly. He gives you a knowing smile; kind of smug, kind of bashful.

“We didn’t get caught,” you say, giggling.

He nods as he settles your foot in his lap and starts applying gentle pressure against the sole of your foot with his thumbs. You sigh; this is heavenly.

“Thank God. I’m sure they have some kind of rule against that,” you say. “Actually it might even be illegal.”

“It’s definitely illegal to masturbate in a public space,” he deadpans.

“The law’s no fun.”

After another minute or two, William stands up, wincing and readjusting himself. The wetness in his boxers must be really uncomfortable. You eye him with a poorly concealed grin as he pays for the meals.

“Don’t say anything,” he grumbles, discreetly grabbing his crotch through his pants again.

“I wasn’t,” you reply, smiling innocently.

William drapes his jacket over your shoulders, kisses your forehead, and goes down on one knee by your chair. He reaches down to prop your bare foot on his thigh and grabs your discarded shoe from under the table. Slowly, delicately, he brings the shoe to your foot.

You’re speechless, completely entranced by this sweet, selfless, haunted man.

“Does this mean you’re into feet now?” You pump your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly at you. “I like everything about you,” he says casually, “so yeah, I guess.”

#oscar isaac #william tell #william tell x reader #oscar isaac x reader #william tell smut

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sgcairo · 1 year

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Headcanon time: Pantalone gets tics.

They're not too noticable most of the time. Usualy they're just smaller twitches in his hands and legs, clenching and unclenching his fist, a slight leg movement, blinking realy hard with an occasional full body jerk. They're gotten better and less frequent as he got older, as he used to hit himself quite often without wanting to do so(it still happens, tho very, very rarely.)

Another reason why they're not noticable is becouse he hides them a lot. It's uncomftrable to do so, as it feels like it's holding in a sneeze, except he feels it in his entire body. He just clenches his teeth and hopes no one notices how hard he's gripping his pen or how tense his leg looks. He's gotten quite used to supressing them, as growing up he's been told it's "innaporpriate".

The few times someone does see him tic, he threatens them with a knife and tells them not to tell a single soul about it. No stain should ruin the regrators white canvas.

Expanding on this headcanon: Dottore definitely has noticed them at some point. He doesn't say anything, really doesn't indicate that he knows about them at all, but he has been gathering observations, trying to figure out the cause of these strange occurrences.

Pantalone is very defensive of his reputation and his public image. Any tarnished pieces are covered up, hidden. These little twitches are unbecoming of the composed Regrator, his reputation would suffer if they were exposed to the world, especially the ones that are particularly bad.

But Dottore notices them more when they're alone in the Regrator's office. Pantalone gets lost in his work and doesn't notice his legs twitching a few seconds after the fact, cursing under his breath before glancing back and paling.

Dottore just stares back, not saying anything.

Pantalone then turns back to his work, shaking a little. Not in excitement, if Dottore is any good at telling how terrified a person is based on how close they are to dying, crying, or passing out. Oh. Is he afraid of what Dottore will do? Interesting.

Dottore might be cruel and do unconscionable things, but he's not that much of an asshole. Usually. He'll keep this quiet... for now. Besides, it's good blackmail material (at least, that's what he tells himself).

Over time, he notices it more and more. That panicked look when things get particularly bad or hard to hold back, which Dottore takes as an invitation to intervene, grabbing Pantalone by the arm and pulling him away under the pretense of talking about funding. More and more nobles and businessmen get stood up by Dottore pulling Pantalone away for another one of his experiments, or yet another chat about Dottore needing more funding. Pantalone seems confused at the sudden change in behavior, but also is visibly relieved when Dottore drops him in front of his quarters to "compose himself", as a cover.

Pantalone eventually confronts him. Asks what he wants. Dottore doesn't answer, and when he stumbles across the rare occasion of Pantalone hitting himself, in the public eye with subordinates of all kinds surrounding him and whispering-

Dottore covers him with his coat and body, kneeling down so no one can see but him.

"You will not speak of this to anyone, else I'll have you on my table by the end of the night. Understood?"

The frantic nods and shuffling of feet is more than enough of an answer.

"What the fuck do you want, Doctor."

Pantalone has never sounded so... desperate.

"I suppose you'll just have to figure it out, Regrator. Now, up you go."

I have no idea what the actual experience is like, so let me know if I screwed it up! (◡_◡) ᕤ

#pantalone #dottore #il dottore #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #pantalone headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons

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