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rosiesramblings · 2 years

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Understimulated

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

A/N: So, I needed a distraction from the absolute rage I feel at SCOTUS' decision. Here's an autistic!reader fic. Every autistic person, including myself, is different, so if this doesn't capture your experience I'm sorry. This is just something I churned out so that I could combat the feelings of helplessness/hopelessness that I think a lot of Americans are experiencing today. Please take care of yourselves the best way you know how. Love you all.

The best way I could think to describe what it felt like to be understimulated was like there were thousands of bees buzzing just underneath my skin. Intensely uncomfortable. Making it next to impossible to sit still. Stimming - singing, moving, dancing, flapping, tapping, etc. - usually helped immensely when I was like this. Stimming was one of the only things that could get the “bees” to leave me the hell alone. The problem was, often I needed a specific type of stim, and my brain often had no desire to clue me in on the type of stimulation I needed to self-regulate. So I was left to cycle through every possible option until I found the one that felt right.

To complicate things further, we were on a case when this particular bout of under stimulation hit. The BAU had been called out to the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, Nebraska, where a serial kidnapper was abducting kids from the only public school within a 50 mile radius. You’d think that the limited pool of potential victims would make our jobs easier, but the locals and the police were being assholes. It took seven times as long to pry the relevant information out of the witnesses, and the whole team was feeling run down.

“It’s like pulling teeth,” Morgan complained as he made his way back into our dinky “conference room” the police had given us for a home base. Hotch looked up from where he was pouring over the cold cases that we believed were connected, a crease between his brows that only made itself known when he was frustrated but trying not to bring down morale. Morgan threw himself down into a chair next to Reid, who was diligently working out a geographic profile, absently rubbing at his temple like he had a headache.

“I would rather pull out my own teeth than go back inside that interview room,” Emily whined.

My eyes widened, but Reid muttered, “That’s sarcasm,” to me without stopping his scribbling.

Oh. That made a lot more sense. Still, now I had the lovely image of Emily pulling out her teeth in my brain. I drew my shoulders up to my ears and rubbed at my eyes, trying to bleach my imagination of the visual.

“I’ll swap jobs with you,” I offered, humming after I finished to keep the sensation of sound in my throat. A few of the bees flew away.

“You will not,” Hotch said tonelessly. “Not upset,” he added more quietly, when he realized I was trying to parse out his level of irritability.

Sometimes it was nice to be known so completely by my team. Other times it was a fucking drag. I decided this time was nice, the straightforwardness of his communication outweighing the fact that it kind of made me feel like a baby. I knew that was my own ableism that I had internalized throughout a lifetime of being autistic.

“Sorry, Em,” I muttered, mustering an expression that I hoped conveyed a sufficient degree of apologetic-ness, glancing back down at the files in front of me. My heart seemed like it was beating faster than it really should have been given that I was sitting down. My legs bounced, a vain attempt to try and gain control over this feeling that I knew too well. I could power through. I could make it through this afternoon and then find a place to reorient myself. Somewhere private. Not surrounded by the people I respected probably more than anyone else on the planet.

I started tapping the pads of my fingers on my thighs, reaching toward some invisible piano keys for the beginning of “Green Green Dress,” my latest hyperfixation song. Focus, focus, focus, I chanted in my head, enjoying the repetition. Until I realized I was focused on the word focus, and not on the files in front of me. I hissed out a frustrated breath between my teeth, giving my head a quick shake.

“Ok?” Spencer asked, glancing sidelong at me.

“Mhm,” I hummed, humming again immediately after, chasing the comforting sensation.

“You’re humming,” Morgan pointed out, drawing the rest of the team’s attention towards me and my vocal stim.

I gritted my teeth. “I know that,” I snapped, before closing my eyes. I could still feel everyone’s eyes on me, which wasn’t helping with the bee situation. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to snap.”

“You’re allowed to stim here, L/N,” Hotch said, flipping to a new file.

“Yes sir,” I said, my face warming. It was still strange to me when people talked directly about my autism, instead of the elaborate “dancing around what we’re actually talking about” thing that most neurotypicals did. I turned back to my files, hoping that the rest of the team would take that as a signal that the conversation was over.

No such luck.

“When was the last time you took a break?” Spencer spun towards me in his swivel chair.

I bit my tongue. Then stopped, grabbing a piece of gum and shoving it into my mouth to redirect the harmful stim. The gum felt Wrong. I wished it was my tongue. “When was the last time any of us took a break?” I evaded the question, running a hand through my hair. Then I had to shake out my hand, since that felt even more Wrong than the gum in my mouth.

“You’ve cycled through six different stims since the start of this conversation,” Spencer pointed out.

“And I’m sure I’ll cycle through even more once this conversation is over,” I said, barely keeping the irritation out of my voice. “Which I would prefer to be right now.”

That wasn’t fair. The bees weren’t Spencer’s fault. I hummed, louder than before.

“Well, I feel like I’m just about at my limit,” Morgan said, getting up from the table. “Reid, Y/N, want to take a lap with me?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Spencer said, shooting a pointed look in my direction before jumping out of his chair.

Like I said. I can’t decide whether being known so well was something I loved or hated. Still, I looked toward Hotch, waiting to make sure I had permission.

“Go ahead,” Hotch said, standing up himself. I’m pretty sure he was only making a show of taking a break so that I would take one, but honestly I was too preoccupied by the bees to really care.

I stood up on legs that felt more like a Barbie doll’s than actual human flesh. I tried to hit the feeling back into them but stopped at Spencer’s pointed look. Instead I stumbled to where Morgan held open the door, spit my gum into the trash can, and walked out into the main office.

Which was worse. Like, a lot worse. I froze, glancing at the boys, praying they knew what I was trying to say before I had to try and form the words. Luckily, they’re profilers, so Spencer stepped in front of me and walked forward, clearing a path in the crowded precinct as Morgan firmly grabbed my shoulders and steered me out of the building behind Reid.

Outside was better. I took a deep inhale of the cool fall air and tried to concentrate on the feeling of warm sun on my face.

Still wasn’t enough. I stiffened, my body needed to stim but my brain was too overwhelmed to know which one to try next. The bees reached a horrible, bone-rattling crescendo.

“Ok, what do you need?” Morgan asked calmly as the doors shut behind us, removing his hands from my shoulders. A distressed hum flew out from the back of my throat at the loss of pressure, and I started bouncing on my toes.

“Is this a meltdown?” Spencer asked, knowing I liked yes or no questions during a meltdown.

I hummed, shaking my head. Then I clicked my tongue three times. “Understimulated,” I answered.

Morgan tilted his head at Reid, asking a silent question.

“Understimulation happens in an autistic person when there isn’t enough sensory input to satisfy their needs,” Reid explained.

“Bees,” I nodded, knowing that it wouldn’t make sense to them but enjoying the long “e” sound anyway. I whispered the word twice more, still bouncing, clenching my fists, but it wasn’t Right.

“Y/N, what do you need?” Morgan asked again.

“Don’t know,” I half-sobbed, “Everything feels wrong.”

“Okay, okay,” Reid said soothingly. “We’re going to help, Y/N. Were Morgan’s hands on your shoulders better or worse?”

“Better,” I gasped.

Immediately, Morgan’s hands were back on my shoulders, squeezing. I stopped bouncing and hissed out a sigh.

“More? Please, more pressure?” I asked, my head a little clearer with Morgan’s grounding hands on my shoulders. “I’m not going to break,” I added.

“Whatever you need,” Morgan promised, wrapping his arms around me from behind, placing his chin on my left shoulder, and squeezing harder. Reid grabbed both of my hands in his and squeezed too. Immediately, it felt a thousand times easier to breathe. More of the bees dispersed. Still though, I needed something else. If only I could fucking figure out what that was.

Then Morgan rubbed his arms up and down my sides, and I jumped, a ticklish smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“Sorry,” Morgan apologized, interpreting my jump as displeasure. He stopped his hands.

“No,” I said immediately. The brief zap of ticklish electricity through my body felt good. I wanted to chase the feeling.

Derek went to let go, thinking I was saying no to the pressure, so I let go of Spencer’s hands to grab Derek’s arms, keeping them around me.

Too underwhelmed to feel embarrassed, I guided his hands back to my sides. Spencer tilted his head to the left, processing. I said nothing, relying on the resident genius to figure out what I needed.

“Y/N, do you want us to tickle you?” He asked, a half smile creeping onto his features.

I took a minute to think. Did I want them to tickle me? Slowly, I nodded.

“Really? You sure?” Spencer prodded.

“I’ll try anything,” I reassured them both.

“Tell us to stop and we will,” Morgan promised after a pause, hesitantly flexing his fingers against my sides.

I hummed out a giggle. Relaxing the slightest bit.

Spencer observed the two of us for a second, making sure I really was ok with the objectively strange turn of events. Apparently he saw what he needed on my face, because a second later he was pinching up my ribs, his fingers surprisingly dexterous and very tickly.

“Ohohoho gohohohod,” I snickered.

“Still ok?” Morgan asked. Such a gentleman.

“Yehehehes,” I answered, closing my eyes against Spencer’s grin before opening them back up and ducking my head. “You cahahan dohoho mohohore.”

“This might be easier if you told us where you were most ticklish, Y/N,” Spencer said, the teasy implications not masked even a little by his matter-of-fact tone.

“Dohohon’t reheheMEMBER,” I squealed out as Spencer moved down to my hips. It was true. I couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled me.

“That’s ok,” Morgan said mischievously. “Makes it more fun for us, at least.”

“Fuhuhuhuhck OHOHOHOHFF MORGAN,” I descended into laughter as he spidered one hand over my belly.

“That’s not very nice,” he teased. “We’re doing you a favor.”

“Really, though, this makes a lot of sense,” Reid said. “Tickling is a quick and easy way to stimulate the nervous system. It’s quite logical that it would combat understimulation,” He spoke casually, as if he wasn’t absolutely wrecking my shit. He suddenly stopped, and I looked up in confusion.

I was met with the most wicked grin I’d ever seen him wear. “I wonder if there’s been any research done on the subject.” He dug into my hips with a gusto that was, quite frankly, very rude.

I yelped, my face burning. Apparently I was now able to feel all of the embarrassment I should have felt earlier.

Sensing the change in my demeanor, Morgan spoke up. “Really, Y/N, this is too cute. You’re much too serious anyway. None of us laugh enough on this job.”

“Yohohhohou voluntehehering to be thehehe next vihihihictim?” I sassed back, warmth blooming in my chest at his jesting reassurance. Feeling brave, I reached behind me and blindly prodded at Morgan’s torso.

I was rewarded with a yelp that he tried to disguise as a cough. “Hell no. I have two sisters, I’ve been tickle tortured enough in my life.”

“Benefits of being an only child,” Reid grinned.

There was a brief lapse in conversation, my laughter keeping us from complete silence. Reid kept traveling his fingers up and down my ribs. The higher he went, the more I involuntarily pressed my arms to my sides.

Reid looked thoughtful for a moment. “Morgan, I have a theory. Keep her still. I’m 89% sure she’s going to drop if you don’t hold her up.” And with no more fanfare, he wormed his fingers into my underarms.

Listen, I’m a realist. I know that the sound I made would best be described as a shriek. But that didn’t mean I had to like it (I did).

“REHEHEHEHEID,” I cackled as my legs annoyingly buckled under me, proving him right. “PLEHEHEHEASE.”

“That’s not a ‘stop’,” Morgan noted. I could hear the smile in his voice. He had stopped tickling me, probably for the best. Reid alone was awful.

Absolutely insufferable, these two. I loved them.

“How’re you doing, Y/N? Still understimulated?” Reid asked, not teasing this time, letting up a bit so that I could answer.

I paused and took stock of my body. The bees were almost entirely gone. “Ohohone more minute,” I said. “Thehehehen I’ll be goohohohod.”

“You wish is my command,” Spencer said dramatically before vibrating his hands in that devastating space at the tops of my ribs.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT,” I screamed. It was overwhelming in the best way. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. It was exactly what I needed.

Reid could see when I’d had enough. He stopped and rubbed his hands over my sides, firm enough not to tickle. He and Morgan both waited patiently while I came down from my giggle-high.

Like I said. Absolutely insufferable.

“Yohohou’re my favorite people,” I mumbled, turning in Morgan’s arms to hide my face against his chest.

He ruffled my hair, and I barely even cared. “You’re our favorite too, kid,” Morgan said, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of my head. Spencer hummed in agreement, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

I took a deep breath and stepped back from the embrace. The bees were gone. I smiled, finally finally I could attack this case with a clear head. I flapped my hands happily.

“Ready to go back?” Reid asked.

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Let’s go solve this fucking case.”

#tickle fic #criminal minds fic #derek morgan #spencer reid #autistic!reader #writing this was theraputic #made me feel a little bit less like society is crumbling around me #tickling #tfb community

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amorhedera6 · 6 months

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no scratch my battle of the bands au lemonade mouth nerdy prudes au!!!!!!!!!!!!!

steph is charlie, our drummer. she’s under a lot of pressure from her dad to do the right thing, be the right person. he’s had her on the soccer team her whole life, even though she fucking hates it. she’s played drums since she was a kid, when a music teacher caught her adhd ten miles away and suggested using the sticks to stim. it’s her passion, but her dad doesn’t give a shit.

ruth is stella, lead guitar. her family just moved for her dad’s job, and her mom is pressuring her to be more behaved at a new school. she’s never fit in with her family’s traditional values, the young housewife, concerningly older husband, five kids, stay at home mom, purity, misogynistic shit. her parents refused to buy her a guitar so she slowly stole from her brothers allowance for years until she had enough to buy her own.

richie is wen, keyboardist. he learned to play classical piano as a kid with his mom, but he hasn’t played ever since his dad died a few years ago. he’s still dealing with his grief but his mother as figured out how to manage hers and found a new boyfriend, and he’s not dealing with it well.

grace is mo, the bassist. she comes from a very strict christian family, who would never let her play music like that. she plays the chello in the school orchestra, aces all her classes, everything. she’s scared to deviate from her family’s plan for her. not because she doesn’t believe in god, but because she wants to be a regular american teenager.

which leaves peter as olivia, our lead singer. he was in dance classes a kid and had an absolute breakdown freak out of stage at a school dance recital, which left him relentlessly bullied his whole life. he writes music as an escape but would never consider singing for anyone else. he’s got severe performance anxiety. he lives with his older brother, and has since he transitioned at 11 and his parents threw him out. recently, his mom has been trying to get back in touch with him.

the rival band of mudslide crush becomes jäeger and the man, with max in the lead. kyle and jason are back up, and the three are all also football stars, making for rulers of the school. jason has been flirting with grace semi-innocently (for the standards of anyone but her) for a little while, and she’s going along with it bc she’s having a crisis of self.

on ruth’s first day, she gets in trouble for calling the principal a sexist motherfucker. the same day, steph loses her cool and chucks a soccer ball at the head of a girl who was bullying hannah foster, the only freshman who made it on the varsity team. jason keeps grace in the hallway after the bell rings to try and ask her out, but she freaks out and gets caught in the hall running away from him. richie called a teacher stupid. peter gets caught having lunch in a custodial closet.

which leads all of them to detention. the music room they are sentences to has an ancient rickety lemonade machine just outside. a can for a quarter: ziggy’s lemonade.

the music teacher, miss holiday, is running their detention and leaves them with cleaning suppies and a room full of instruments. steph starts drumming on the desk, and richie tosses around some keys he’s putting away. ruth recognizes a rhythm between the two, domino effect, and they start playing some of the instruments. steph sits at the drums, and ruth picks up a guitar. richie and grace are both hesitant, richie for having not played in a while and grace for not wanting to get in any more trouble than she needs to, but they both join. they make a nice beat and peter finds himself singing in front of someone other than ted since he was a kid.

miss holiday returns and tells them they are a fantastic band, which leads them to all scatter and i is it they aren’t even really musicians. she pushes them to consider trying out for the rising star competition at the honey festival. they all deny, but ruth pushes them to give it a try.

they do so, but it doesn’t work out immediately. it takes them a little time to find their sound, but boy do they find it. ruth signs up to perform at homecoming, splitting the show time of jäeger and the man in half. they’re pissed, and max starts terrorizing them. they all band together to stand up for each other, and steph ends up spitting some of her lemonade at max when he’s attacking pete, and he calls her “lemonade mouth”

not great as far as insults, but band names? it’s one of the best.

they’re scheduled to perform at homecoming, but peter has a panic attack and locks himself in a bathroom stall. they coax him out and they do perform, to so much cheering. they sing a song that peter wrote (determinate) and get halfway through a song with ruth’s lyrics about rebellion and shit when the principal shuts them down.

everyone fucking loved them though. there was a kid who recorded the set and made it into a cd, which sells like crazy. at one point richie peter and ruth are hanging out at peters apartment and hear their song on the radio. they call steph and grace and all get so excited, and then get offered a standing once a week set at pizza pete’s.

everything’s going well, and they even think they might win rising star, when it all falls apart for them separately. richie finds out his mom is engaged and loses his mind, tries to run out of the house, and runs directly into max. he provoked him and comes out with a black eye. steph breaks some of her fingers in a fit of frustration (slammed them in drawers she was slamming on accident). grace gets super sick just before the competitions and ruth is more concerned with the fact that the lemonade machine is being removed than the competition.

pete suggests to steph maybe just giving up, and she gets mad at him for not caring. he says he never even wanted to do this, and when she asks why, he yells at her that’s it’s because he’s been into her for years. he loses his voice in the process and goes home. ruth calls them all to come protest the removal the ziggy’s machine, which gets them all arrested.

steph’s dad is pissed, ted thinks it’s hilarious, richie’s mom and him have a heart to heart about emotions and being a teenager, ruth gets saved when her older brother picks her up instead of her parents. grace is in real trouble, but confronts her parents about how being reckless and having fun with friends doesn’t mean she hates god. she can be a christian and still have a life, and they agree.

the rising star competition is a joke, max’s band kills it, and they can’t even really perform. but they try, and when they fail, hannah foster in the crowd stands up and starts singing determinate. everyone joins her, even doing the dance that they preform with it. they’re a real band, even if they didn’t win rising star.

they keep playing at pizza petes for a while, all the while writing songs. steph and pete get together, and grace realizes she’s aromantic. ruth gets a gf who’s a fan of the band, richie finally gets the courage to ask out long time crush, trevor, who works at the cineplex. richie’s mom marries her boyfriend, where steph finds herself, on total coincidence, sat next to ziggs.

ziggs is the friend of the girlfriend of richie’s uncle, which somehow led to an invite to the wedding. they talk to steph about a lot, including the band. the group talks them into donating a shit ton of money to the school to save the arts department.

while continuing on and preforming, they get found and offered a record deal. they make an album and release it just as they finish high school. it goes absolutely viral. they shoot ip the charts and make so much money. in less than a year of the band being formed, they’re selling a sold out show to madison square garden.

peter writes a letter to his mom explaining how it all happened, and explaining that he appreciates the attempt but has no desire to stay in contact with her. they he goes to msg and performs his music with his people.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #stephanie lauter #steph lauter #ruth flemming #richie lipschitz #grace chastity #grace chasity #max jagerman #jason npmd #ted spankoffski #this came to me like a vision in photography class #got a lecture from my spanish teacher about being in my phone in class but it was worth it #i’ll never have the drive to write this into an actual fic so if anyone else wants to feel free #the rambles

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pjsk-writin · 1 year

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HELP I JUST REALIZED HOW BAD MY OMORI HYPERFIXATION IS

- i was watxhing wednesday and this piano key played and it sounded like the white space theme and my mind instantly went to omori

- im always thinking ab it and the possibilities of what couldve happened

- everytime i get onto a social media app my feeds filled with omori

- the thought of that omori sweater coming is enough to make me want to cry from joy

- at scjool i look for any opening to talk ab it

- my brother jokingly said omori sucked ass and i got genuinely sad and mad and defensive 😨😨 (we joke like that all the time too LIKE WHAY TJATS NORMAL BUT I WAS GENUINELY SAD AND MAD)

- like thinking about omori makes me feel that stupid girl whos hopelessly inlove feeling like yk stimming YEAH THAT TJATS WHAT IT DOES and like WHAT like yk how those hopelessly inlove girls talk ab whoever theyre inlove with THATS ME. IM SHOCKED HELP

in conclusion omori is amazing WHY AM I SHARING THIS ON A PJSK BLOG HELPME

FHXNSKCJD OMG I mean I totally get it, silly media consumes the brajn....its totally fine, i personally haven't watched/played omori but i probably will soon <3

#mod amia !#silly moments !!

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incidentalblr · 1 year

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girl the easiest way to play jazz on the piano is to pick a classical piece that’s far above your skill level and just approximate the energy by stimming in the general key centre

#anyways my arms hurt from trying and failing to play clair de lune by ear

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untraceable-ace · 2 years

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Thoughts on “In case I make It” as I listen:

Gonna be a long one folks, I’ll put it under the cut

Tomcat Disposables: Tomcat Disposables my beloved you make me cry every time “What’s the moon made of?/Meet me there after I’m gone” SOBBING

Becoming the Lastnames: The piano gives me the same vibes as the piano in the Camp Here and There full songs (like MBYT and Venetian Blind Man) I love it

Cicada Days: Tied w Tomcat Disposables as my favorite single, literally so in love, forever happy that the intro is just kinda white noise mimicking cicadas and not actual cicada buzzing my spd is happy “and then my sponsor said do nothing, nothing works/and then my doctor said dont do that if it hurts” feels like a weighted blanket directly on my chest it’s wonderful

Euthanasia: Instrumental intro reminds me of a Days n Daze song; main verse melody is literally so haunting I love it

Falling Up: WOAH that felt like a curveball after Euthanasia oh DAMN the chorus slaps the acoustic makes the song feel really like, full bodied? Oh god after the falling up lyric it temporarily becomes a country song I’m not sure how I feel about that I just kinda had the mental image of a dude falling up the stairs the whole time during the chorus and tbh it’s a good one to have

That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home.: Oooh, I have a feeling I’m gonna love stim singing to this one once I get a chance to listen to it a lot more; OH I KNOW WHAT THIS REMINDS ME OF it reminds me of Cecily Smith from Fly By Night!!!

Um, it’s Kind of a Lot: I’d been thinking this one might have some sampling from Everything is a Lot (the song, not the album), but from what I’ve heard, there’s not any sampling from the song, but I think the piano parts are inspired by the album? Or at least it feels that way The piano def reminds me of the album piano vibes. Damn, Mr Wood has an obsession w tourniquets oh SHIT bridge/breakdown hits HARD hell yeah. Also, first appearance of brass so far on the album I think?

Half-Decade Hangover: omg guys he said the name of the song that’s the name of the song!!!/j OH SHIT SELF-ish REFERENCE This feels like something you’d hear at a bar w a piano on the stage for people to go up and play on

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key: Same thought process as Um, it’s Kind of a Lot; the title got me thinkin “o shit vampire culture reference?” But again I think I was wrong; Guitar do be bangin tho OOH he just did like a lil riff that reminded me of 6up 5Oh I wanna do a tango in a tight fitting red dress to this song

You Liked This (Okay, Computer!): it’s.....it says things??? Uhhh good commentary on society ig?? LMAO its not a song sorry yall

The Main Character: JAZZY AS FUCK WOAH I already wanna dance to this I think this might be my favorite song from the album “So god forbid I’m seen as an average human being” fuck man r you coming for me or what

Against the Kitchen Floor: FUNKNY ASS BASSLINE OH DAMN this one is literally so fun? I wanna swing dance w someone to this LMAO the end spoken bit I love when songs do that

Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n’ Roll: I feel like I’d listen to this one when I’m sad, feels like a good one to listen to when I’m crying

Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From the Motion Picture ”B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marshmallows, and Barsh-mallows]: LMAO we’ve made a brief return to 30-word long song titles for this one fellas okay wait what the fuck is this LMAO wait okay okay vibing vibing 48 seconds of song for a 34 word long song title lets mcfucking go LMAO

Willard!: Feels like the main character’s power ballad in a musical; Wow yeah actually this is like- SUPER musical theater vibes damn oooh and I love the piano version of the Tomcat Disposables melody at the end

White Noise: The vocal melody on the chorus is muah muah chefs kiss This was a really good one to be the closer tbh AND OH OH the build up to the second chorus?? GOD that goes hard

Don’t worry everyone I’m sure I’ll be shitposting about at least one of the new songs later this week when I get a chance to hyperfixate on one or two

#my posts #Will Wood #wwattw #someone on the genius lyrics page made a comment about how excited they were to listen to big fat bitchie's blueberry pie like #8 minutes before album drop like #rip random genius lyrics user

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kursed-curtain · 2 years

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5, Grahahaaaaaam

ooh, guilty pleasures for the boy! Spicy!

First thing that comes to mind is the snack-stim story, which is also context for that middle row far left drawing in that one graham stimming art piece I did? So call that a two-in-one, haha! Basically the headcanon that he likes to snack while working and that typically it's something small with a good easy texture for him. (So instead of my personal M&M's, popcorn, french fries, he likes chocolate chips! Alternatively stuff like mints, small very sweet sugary candies)

^ No.1's trying to help regulate his eating habits so he doesn't get nauseous again while working. Once, No1 caught graham like almost done with a whole bowl of chocolate chips and yep that was the last straw. You're going to get sick, sire.

Lad's a foodie! Going to sneak into the kitchen again to just make pancake for himself. Plus there's also the thrill of the 'heist' of sneaking into the kitchen late night haaaa

And generally just, doing not-so-kingly things for the fun of it. He doesn't have a lot of time for himself! Let him indulge

No3 taught him a bit of piano, he plays sometimes but not often. Usually it's just him messing around, literally (piano) key smashing, and then sometimes he's caught doing that lol.

There's probably more but I can't think of any off the top of my head 乁( . ര ʖ̯ ര . )ㄏ

#ask game #kings quest #graham

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dollcessed · 3 days

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im supposed to be practicing piano but stimming by tapping my nails against the keys is sooooooo much more fun and stimulating and joy-inducing. send help its been 20 minutes

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zorrocafe · 1 year

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Fun fact about me: one of my stims is using my fingers to tap out the intro to DragonForce’s 2007 hit Through the Fire in Flames in the key of D on desks like it’s a piano

#nat yaps #btw this song is super straightforward in D

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softprelude · 2 years

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Dan's always been a quiet person but that slowly morphs from a personal choice into a requisite along the years. Silence becomes a necessity the more he discovers of his power and how uncontrollable parts of it are. His recent injury's just the cherry on top of the shitcake since now he's stuck with a limited vocal range and limited verbal expression by extension (he sounds breathier, loses his voice easier, poor projection, poor intonation), which was all he had left. And since fidgeting is 'crude and disorderly' and he's had his hands slapped for it a few too many times as a child, he's tried to not let his emotions manifest physically for years either.

This is where playing music comes in. Piano especially. It's the perfect outlet for his moods, the keys give that good clang if he's particularly pissed, a violin can screech and yell just as well as him and his fingers moving at high speed is a stim and a half. Great way to relieve anger or anxiety. His favourite place in Hawkins High is in front of the music room's beat up consolette, furiously tapping away at some tunes

#he desperately needs to do a really big screm but can't #i'll make a playlist with mood songs for him one day #plays rachmaninoff when angry and verdi when stressed #i just think its neat #➻ 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀 —《headcanon.》

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sodapop--stims · 3 years

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Calliope Hummingbird stimboard!

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aspen-mayne · 3 years

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I used to stim all the time in school. Nobody ever questioned it, but looking back I realize just how busy I kept myself.

Here’s a list of all the things I used to do for stimming in a classroom:

Twirl my hair

Roll a pencil between my fingers

Play and fidget with pencil grips or erasers

Roll the eraser of a mechanical pencil up and down

Play with rubber bands and pony binders

Fold origami

Doodle on everything

Writing random words and names

Tap my fingers and nails on the desk

Practice cool hand tricks like the spock thing

Play with any jewelry I was wearing

Draw on paper for the sake of moving the pencil, not to create anything

Scribble

Click pens

Remove and put on pen caps, marker caps, etc.

Open and close my water bottle

Roll an apple or other circular object back and forth across the desk

Raise and lower my popsocket on my phone

Press random buttons on a calculator

Popped my phone case on and off

Played with hoodie strings

Fold the corners of paper

Fold paper to see how many times I could fold it

Bounced my leg

Tapped the keys on my flute

Bounced a writing utensil between my fingers

Touched the sharp point of a compass

Resorted all my notebooks and folders

Played with the cuffs of my sleeves

Played random notes on the piano

I’m sure there are dozens more I could come up with, but this is already a long list of ways I stimmed and fidgeted throughout school. Does anyone have anything else to add?

#autism #autistic #actually autistic #being autistic #asd #stimming #fidget #fidgeting #autistic student #growing up autistic

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ecstaticmari · 3 years

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YOU!!! PLEASE GIMMIE YOUR MARI HCS RIGHT NOW BC YOUR MIND IS SO HUGE AND I REALLY WANNA HEAR WHAT YOU THINK OF HER! MWAH THANK YOU <33

mari thinks shes always right and shes def a “my way or the highway” type of person

shes bad at recognizing when she actually hurts someone elses feelings (ie. sunnys stress and unhappiness with the violin) like she really is just “i do not see it”. like honestly i do not think she reconized what was going on with sunny until it was too late

sunny is def more of “suffer silently” type of person and mari was too caught up in trying to make everything perfect that she didnt catch the signs. which im not excusing her actions but like, lack of communication is key to what happened.

mari is kinda implied to be a pedestal child. parents favorite. n like. This is a form of child abuse. mari was pedestal child and sunny was the Other one. different kinds of abuse, still abuse tho

which i feel like is smth overlooked a lot like mari probably had her own shit going on. she probably thought being pushed past her limits is normal. like both mari n sunnys situation with their parents was awful just in different ways. also i can imagine her perfectionist tendencies came from this too like. shes scared of messing up or being imperfect in any way so she pushes herself past her limits to make sure shes perfect in everything

but yeah just. i think having all these unrealistic expectations and all this pressure on her is smth she sees as. normal. also like. maris 15. yes, she shouldve been able to acknowledge sunnys feelings as his elder sibling, but shes still a kid whos also still developing herself n again probably thought this was Normal.

but yeah basically what im saying is i think mari can be genuinely mean and pushy without realizing shes being like that

she enjoys teasing others n pulling what she thinks are harmless pranks but she never rlly has the intention to hurt others but sometimes it Happens but shes not good at reading that stuff u need to Tell Her. shes a little shit and proud!! also stan a queen whos bad at social cues and is in the toxic mindset where she believes shes always right and can do No wrong.

also pls understand im not trying to make mari look like a complete asshole or anything!! shes a nice person and loves her friends dearly, but she enjoys causing problems on purpose and can 100% be an asshole but shes not trying to purposely hurt anyones feelings. also shes 15

my biggest reasons for all this (besides subconsciously projecting. this is possible) is the unused dreamworld mari sequence (which i know isnt canon but i feel we should put it into consideration bc we dont have too much on maris character honestly despite her huge role. also this sequence was written with the purpose of being in the game so we can safely say its canon to their personalities)

like.

in the unused sequence, we see her be kinda be.. mean? mainly after hero disappears. mari is openly rlly annoyed when hero vanishes without Saying anything.

kel expresses a lot of worry and uncertainty and mari just. REALLY brushes it off. even when kels like “hero wouldnt run away without saying anything somethings wrong. we should go back”

when her minds Set on smth she doesnt wanna listen to what anyone else says. What she says is always right after all!!!! also even when the player/omori themselves say they dont want to continue, she forces u to go forward... shes a bit stubborn

but yeah thats just how I interpret her character with the little we have

and completely unrelated headcanons:

- (modern au) she’s read a handful of warrior cat books because sunny likes them a lot. maris probably a mapleshade stan

-she enjoys scary stuff! horror games, books, movies, haunted houses... she loves dragging her friends to scary places or making them watch scary stuff with her. she loves watching them squirm

-she stims!! “plays” the piano on tables with her fingers, shes a pacer, obsessive nail biter, flaps her hands, bounces her knee, hums, makes noises when she Really excited..

-actually isnt a great cook lol. she has a few recipes she knows by heart that she does rlly rlly good but thats it? if shes making smth shes not familar with she needs help and guidance.

-bigender bisexual disaster. she/he pronouns. its canon i dont make the rules

-if she had lived, she would of never grown past 5’5 and wouldve become one of the shorter ones in the group.

-cram schooler, obsessivly pratices.. she pulls off so many all nighters

-mari swears. a lot. she just tries to avoid doing it infront of the kids and youd catch her dead before she swears infront of her parents. sunny knows she swears n does Not give a shit. mari has def slipped up infront of the kids tho. mari is where aubrey learned her swear words ❤️

- toxic postivity !!!! kel got it from somewhere

#hcs #asks #mari #omori

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