#about her tourette's

[gh0ulpunk]

Brain damage makes you neurodivergent. Tourette's makes you neurodivergent. Epilepsy makes you neurodivergent.

i think when some of you say "neurodivergent" you just mean adhd and autism

[the-withering-system]

Um perhaps hot take but if you can't handle being around disabled people, maybe don't work as a clinic receptionist.

Immediately after a girl had a tic attack and left the building a receptionist did the most exaggerated sigh then said "thank god." ...

Hun, dear, bitch, why the fuck did you need to say that out loud. That's an inside thought my friend, she's lucky it was my partner who was there and not me cause I would not have been able to keep my mouth shut.

Like also maybe others in the room also have Tourette's (cough, cough my partner). So even if the girl she was annoyed with was gone, extremely inappropriate in a professional setting.

[tic-loud-tic-proud]

Reminder to everyone that the best thing to if someone is trolling you online is to block and ignore them

[dec0ra-grl]

Abbey Marston; my design of the briefly mentioned daughter of John.

She was born with, what we would call in modern terms, AuDHD and Tourette’s. But to the rural doctors near their ranch? She was possessed by the devil. Thankfully John and Abigail saw through this and decided to adapt to her needs based off her own descriptions of them. Though that alone caused issues the BIGGEST problem was her social life. Abbey almost never socialized, and only left the ranch when necessary. She didn’t have a true freind up until the day she died.

John and Abigail decided to take her to some social at a local church. Nothing to grand, just to donate and leave, but they missed going out as a family. So trying couldn’t hurt right? When talking to some other kids she was pulled away by a staff member and beaten over the head with a Bible until ‘the devil was knocked out of her’ (aka; she stopped her tics) but the issue was the stress of being knocked over the head with a book only made her tics more pronounced, earning her a harsher beating.

John eventually came over but it was too late. She was able to go home for a day, dying during the night. although she was completely unresponsive with minimal motor skills, she still had coherent thoughts and was able to process what was happening and die semi-peacefully in her fathers arms.

[coulsonlives]

I just had to share this video because holy shit, it hits the nail right on the head! So well spoken. This stuff needs to be circulated more, esp with the growing number of people thinking they have this because of misinformation, or just outright faking it.

[navree]

anyway the roswell new mexico show is also indescribably funny because i don't think anyone on this show is bilingual at all

[angelphilic]

ive been ticcing all day for some reason so my neck hurts this is so hateful

[callmedrwyrm]

Some really horrible souls in this gamefaqs thread

[hhhhhhhelp]

I’m very aware this is supposed to be a WKTD blog but I needed somewhere to put this. As a tourettic person, it’s my favorite thing to give Tourettes to people who would cope with it the worst. Say, for instance… Franziska von Karma.

[man-made-object]

really just read "tics don't really wax and wane". "there's triggers to make them wax and when the trigger is gone it wanes" that's. not how it works. that's not how it works at all.

[tic-loud-tic-proud]

Please do not ask someone what their worst tic is as a conversation starter holy shit

[emeraldbabygirl]

I just looked it up cause I had no idea genuinely what twink meant I always use it to refer to males who are little like skinny waists and lil skinny chimkin legs, I call them twinks or twinkies I didn’t know it was a gay man thing. Wonder if I should stop using it

[be-good-to-bugs]

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[canthelpit0]

Girls

Pairing: Billie eilish x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k +

Summary: Billie lowkey has a crush on her childhood bsf. And she doesn’t realize it and accidentally comes out to finneas

Warnings: FLUFF, wlw, (mentioned) sexual tension, coming out, it’s around 2023, mentioned Tourette’s, Billie has a bf, finneas is in this

(A/n: I do not have Tourette’s don’t come for me)

“I just don’t understand” Billie groans rubbing her face in frustration.

She’d just been hanging out with her best friend. Her childhood best friend. You’d been at her house just watching a movie while commenting on the scenes and laughing together while eating popcorn.

You say something stupid about the main character, mocking his voice and the monologue currently displayed.

Billie can’t help but laugh at the poor impression. She isn’t even looking at the TV anymore, she’s just staring at your pretty face while little giggles leave her lips.

You keep mocking the main characters voice. You turn your head and your eyes land on Billie. Billie could swear her heart literally stopped. She licks her teeth as she desperately tries not to burst out into laughter.

You laugh, and suddenly Billie is laughing.

Billie, being the touchy ass person she is leans over casually putting her head onto your chest, more aggressively then needed. Her eyes close as laughs rack her body. Her hand unknowingly places itself on your chest while she laughs, burying her face into your shoulder.

After a while your laughs quiet down, the movie forgotten. It had just been playing without any of you paying attention while you laughed and neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

Billie lifts her head, your faces entirely too close. She doesn’t move. Up until she realizes her hand is rest in on your boob.

Her eyes widen just slightly as she takes her hand off of your tit. She keeps looking at you tho, all while her face is pink with her blush. She feels like a coward as she moves back, too fast, too abruptly. But she plays it off and stuffs her mouth with popcorn as she starts watching the movie again, trying to ignore your warm presence next to her.

“…She’s just so pretty, it literally hurts, you know what I mean” Billie says after a long pause.

So what if she is venting to her brother? She needs to talk about this or she feels like she’ll combust.

“Sounds a little gay of you” finneas replies dryly. His face is blank, the sarcasm in his tone plain as day. Billie just groans at his words. He’s supposed to actually help, or shut up and listen.

“Fuck off finneas. It’s not gay to appreciates some ones looks” Billie scoffs loudly. She burries her face into her hands as she sighs loudly.

“No, it’s just that her skin is so soft. And her lips just look so soft and pink and plump and-“ she cuts herself off. She figures she should shut up.

“Billie, you have a boyfriend.” Finneas reminds her as if she doesn’t know. How could she not know. And really that had been the only thing holding her back from kissing her best friend earlier, right? Well… that and the fact that her best friend would probably push her away because they’ve been best friends for too long… and damn that would be weird right?

Billie’s neck jerks slightly, her Tourette’s flaring up slightly from the stress of her brain working overtime. She frowns staring at her lap.

“I know, it’s just that…” she pauses for a second. She looks up at finneas, but averts her eyes again, his gaze is too sharp, like she knows something Billie doesn’t. And Billie doesn’t like that. “I dunno.”

“I just don’t think I’ll be with him forever.” Billie says slowly, her eyes going back to her brother as she frowns.

She’s sat on the couch in finneas’ basement studio. While finneas is sat on his desk chair. Watching Billie, almost amused

“I don’t know, it’s just that” Billie rubs her temple as she talks. Slowly, as if testing the words out. As if saying it out loud would be like admitting something to herself that she had known for a while. “I can’t see myself being with him forever. He’s just… a waste of my time, a backdrop?”

Billie goes quiet. There is nothing more she has to say about him. Sure she is dating him, sure she is loyal. But she never, not even at the start, saw herself with him forever. Because forever is a long time.

“Well then you shouldn’t be stringing him along.” Finneas says after the prolonged pause. “That’s not fair to him.”

“Mhm” the hum is halfhearted as her brain is already drifting off. She lets the silence settle in, she can’t help but think about her pretty face. Her beloved best friend.

She’s always thought she would always be in her life. After all, they’re best friends, right? She always imagined that you’d be neighbors. Billie had her husband, you have your husband, your kids are best friends, you always hang out while your husbands are at work. She’s always pictured you in her life, forever.

“God, I can’t help it, she’s just so, so pretty.” Billie blurts out. She doesn’t look up to finneas’ questioning gaze. She knows he is probably confused about what she is talking about now.

“I mean she always wears those cute ass button up shirts, and I just wanna-“ Billie purses her lips sighing. What does she want. She wants a lot of things.

She wants to crash her body into her best friend, to hug her and never let go. To burry her face in your chest and stay there. To have you play with her hair, and rub her scalp. She wants to touch you, feel your skin. She wants to unbutton the fucking buttons of those button ups you wear. She wants to kiss all over your neck. She wants to feel you, to hug you, to be with you.

Her eye twitches slightly as her brain gives her a list of things she wants to do. Billie groans loudly putting her head in her hands. She tuggs at her hair slightly trying to get herself together, even tho she can feel the burn of the blush creeping onto her face.

“I don’t know, I just really really want to be with her, and hug her and never let go. I want” she deliberately pauses. “Her.”

Billie’s head snaps up, her eyes meeting finneas’ amused expression.

“Fuck-“ Billie whispers loudly, as if she’d accidentally shared a secret. “Am I gay?” She asked, her tone disbelieving, but she isn’t stupid, she heard how her own thoughts and words sounded. And it sounded pretty fucking gay to her.

Finneas bursts out laughing. Like fully doubles over laughing. Billie can’t help a small smile as she is still really confused staring at her brother as if he has all the answers.

Once he calms down he lets out an amused sigh “sounds like it”

Before Billie can even think of a reply finneas keeps talking “well” he says dramatically, dragging the word out. “I wouldn’t say gay, but it does sound like ‘In love with your best friend’. “

Billie lets out a loud high pitched embarrassed sound as she, once again, hides her face in her hands. She feels hot.

Billie knows she falls in love quite easily, but falling for her childhood best friend was on a whole another level. Well not really. But it’s still a lot to realize on a random Saturday.

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[iluvapplesxh]

| The Calm After The Storm |

❀ pair: ᑲіᥣᥣіᥱ ᥱіᥣіsһ x fᥱm!rᥱᥲძᥱr

✰ summary: You were her breath of fresh air, a sunrise in her eyes only for her, the calm after the storm.

☠︎︎ ᥴᥕ: mentions of tourettes syndrome, fluff, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY 1ST LANGUAGE!

✘ a/n: yeah, this is def not what I should be doing instead of the million other things I have to do but oh well still hate it tho. idk why

The loud beats  of ‘Over Now’ rang in your ears and rumbled against your chest painfully, travelling to your stomach and making it churn uncomfortably while your eyes watched your girlfriend dance, sing and jump on stage with a cocky, crooked smile spread across her features. You could faintly hear the ear-piercing screams of her fans singing along to the song. 

You were sat firmly down by Billie’s band as they played from the pit in the middle of the stage, the lights flashed and made your head spin by their pace as your head spun and your eyes were fixed on Billie, a lump forming in your throat as the colours flashed on her milky skin, her light-hearted words from God knows how long before ringing in your ears about lights, flashes and triggers. 

Your heart raced anxiously as you watched her sing the last few lines of the song and then she was on the edge of the stage, sitting while the first notes of ‘What Was I Made For?’ started ringing through the venue and she smiled brightly at the screaming fans barely a metre away from where she was sitting. Her legs hung from the stage and she lifted the mic to her mouth, beautifully forming the first syllables of the song.

The first couple moments seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary but then her neck subtly twitched to the side and your front teeth dug into your bottom lip harshly. Billie continued singing with a smile as she occasionally held the fans’ hands, squeezing them gently. 

You knew that technically, she couldn’t care less about her TS being triggered on stage, opting to believe her fans would never ever make  fun of her or such, but you couldn’t help worry if she’d accidentally hurt herself with a tic, clench her fist too tight, sprain her neck or wrist, it was agonising and it filled your with a white, cold dread every time she ticked. Maybe you were too worried, but you always said it’s better to be cautious than careless.

Billie’s fingers – in which she wasn’t holding the microphone – twitch and clench in her lap as she sings, the melody bringing a slow, steady and melancholic atmosphere to the whole venue and despite the worry you felt tightening your chest, you also felt pride. 

You were so proud of Billie, for what she’s accomplished and how far she’s come.  So many people listen to her work, her life. Because that’s what everything she does about, who she is and who she aims to be. You admired her deeply and sometimes you couldn’t believe you got to wake up and fall asleep next to her most nights.

The rest of the song went by in a flash, your eyes watching every twitch and move of her limbs before she stood again and started talking into the microphone, her voice raspy and soft at the same time as she addressed her fans and informed them of the arrivance of the last song of the night, then ‘Birds Of A Feather’ started playing and she smiled and run along the stage, singing the song with her chest and heart, the fans’ screams matching her every word.

It seemed like a flash of moments and a span of hours at the same time before the song finished and she was saying her last goodbyes to the fans, blowing kisses and big smiles their every way before she was face to face with you, breath slightly ragged but still smiling.

“Hey, baby!” She said and the slowly descending crowd screamed when her mic picked up on her words, her cheeks flushing the slightest bit before her mic was taken from her and she chuckled softly.

You smiled widely at her soft expression, reaching out and grasping onto the fronts of her jersey she wore for tonight’s show, pulling her closer by the sweat-damp piece of clothing. “Hey”  Your voice was a big difference to her rough, raspy, tired one.

She leaned into your touch with a soft hum and wrapped her arms around your waist, eyes halfway closed. Your eyes took in her features, the perfect eyeliner adorn on her eyes and her full lips the slightest bit pouty as soft, ragged breaths made her chest rise and fall a little rapidly. Your hand buried itself in her messy, tangled up hair, pushing it out of her face and she leaned so close you were breathing the same air. Her scent enveloped your entire being and you melted into each other’s arms. 

“You did really good, sweetheart” You muttered, pressing your lips to her sweat-prickled forehead, humming against the skin softly. Billie also hummed in response to your words, closing her eyes for a moment as she fell into your affection and love.

When she pulled away, her eyes opened again and a fond, affectionate smile was on her lips. You felt her previously rapidly beating heart calm in her chest and she exhaled. “I think as soon as the adrenaline rush runs out I’m dead” 

You laughed heartily at her words and nodded. “A hundred percent.” You rubbed her arms soothingly and pulled back, taking one of her ring-clad hands. “Come on, the bus is all ready for a nice, long nap” 

Billie’s smile widened greatly and she followed your lead out of the venue, quickly finding herself being led up onto her tour bus in seemingly only a matter of seconds. Her hand squeezed yours gently and soon you sat down on the couch in the bus, Billie following closely after you, lying down and placing her head on your thighs, turning on her side and burying her face into the bottom of your stomach.

You smiled fondly down at her, stroking her hair lovingly. “Are you not going to change?” Your question hung in the air for a couple beats before she spoke up, voice muffled by your sweater.

“Ugh, no” 

A chuckle shook your body at her response and you hummed. “M’Kay, after your small nap then” The bus fell quiet again while your hand tangled in her hair, gently and carefully working on undoing the knots in the soft dark locks. Then before you felt her breathing slow, you spoke again. “I saw that your tics were triggered” You said, a little quietly as a twist occurred in your stomach.

You felt Billie sigh softly then one of her hands which were beside her head on your thighs squeezed one gently. “Yeah…– I’m fine, though. It happens” You sighed heavily at her words, mind still racing which she seemingly sensed and opened her eyes, turning just her head to look up at you. “I promise, baby. Nothing bad happened” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. “I know, I just–... worry, you know?” Your voice was nearly a whisper as you spoke, afraid it might break because you suddenly felt a little ridiculous for worrying about something she told you not to.

Her hand gave your thigh another squeeze and you looked down at her, eyes meeting her blue, tired ones which held love and sympathy in them. “I know you do,” She mumbled quietly. “and I’m kind of glad you do, but believe me when I say; I’m okay”

You paused a moment, just gazing into her reassuring eyes and relishing in the soft squeeze of her hand on your thigh before you nodded. “Okay… I believe you” A smile broke its way onto her lips and you couldn’t help returning it, a giggle leaving your lips when she turned her head to tenderly kiss your thigh. 

“I love you, baby” 

Your smile widened at the familiar words leaving her mouth, every time she said it, you felt like you just took a breath of fresh air in a field full of flowers and you were suddenly teleported there, sitting with your legs stretched out on a small blanket in the grass with Billie’s head on your lap, just enjoying each other’s company and the nature. 

“I love you, too” 

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[yasmimkilleruwu]

I really don't like "creepypasta investigators", I just saw one who said that Toby is a pedophile and an abuser, and that this was a fact, and I asked her why she thought that and if she had taken it from her head, and she replied this:

"He has tourette's, do you think he can't have a tic and come on top of you and rape you out of instinct? Oh, think about it."

Like what the fuck is this?💀