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box-of-chaooos · 8 months ago

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Haven’t seen anyone mention this yet but roger gives so much autistic adhd vibes off.

Think about it, chews metal? Stimming, the little fanny pack he always wears with his camera could be a comfort thing. The constant photos of really random things could be him wanting to remember them and collect them because their interests of his.

If you listen closely he makes little noises in the background little hmms, ohs and eee noises.

The ukelele playing could be stimming or a way to communicate better by making up a song of how he feels or a way to focus better by creating songs on the task he’s doing.

The raptor tentacles? Hello?!! He constantly walks with 2 of his tentacles in a raptor position.

He shakes the maraca when he gets excited about the hardware store and than goes to say he has ANOTHER interest in retail? And he’s interested in the way that the scream pump thingy sunny uses works, knows the whole layout of monsters Inc. hyperfixation?

He doodles on his clipboard with crayons when doing his checklist on ‘leaky leaks’

You can see when he gets paint on him he really frantically tries to get it off this could also be not only him wanting it off because it makes him look guilty but the feeling of sticky dry spray paint on his tentacles makes him uncomfortable hence why he ends up crying in the end he’s overstimulated by the paint and the vandalism and the fact he’s scared of being guilty.

This one’s a stretch but he makes ALOT of facial expressions and seems to move his tentacles when he talks, many autistic and adhd people move their hands and make a lot of facial expressions as means o better communication I know I do

Another stretch take this with a grain of salt here but when he’s eating a donut he chooses the plain one out of all of them, green icing, chocolate icing etc etc he goes for the plain one could be that he prefers plain foods rather than strongly sweet things and him taking really small bites to minimalise how sweet it tastes in his mouth

His optimism and childlike behaviour could be hyperactivity or a trauma coping from his dad or both! I don’t think he doesn’t have trauma not at all poor boy has ptsd for sure the way he shakes when sunny entered says SOMETHING and how quickly he gets up after being knocked out like it was nothing? Sir… what happened to you??

Anyways!! That’s just a speculation and a few little things I noticed that I find similar to me and autistic adhd people in general. Don’t have to agree with me but In my eyes he’s 100% audhd

#headcannons #theories #im hyperfixating again #hyperfixation #monsters at work season 2 #monsters at work #roger rogers #monsters at work roger #autism #adhd #audhd #trauma #ptsd #maw s2 #maw roger rogers #monsters Inc

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techutones · 30 days ago

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After the breakdown

a self care guide for my fellow tbh creatures

disclaimer!! This is just what I do. Don't feel like you have to do any of these things you don't want to <3

Also, you don't need to be autistic to have a hard day. As long as these things help you, then you are free to do them.

For context + words of advice

When I have a breakdown (like I just did), I scream, and I hit either myself or furniture. Unfortunately, I have dogs, and I scare them along with my mom, so they go into another room while I go through it. It often makes me feel worse that I scare them. However, I can't control my breakdowns, so I understand why they need to leave me alone. If you're like this, please know that you should take care of yourself first. If you don't, this can lead to getting worse and causing these moments to increase, which is what we don't want. We can't get rid of our neurodivergency so we must find different ways to navigate the world and ourselves. (As lonely as that sounds)

Let's get started!!

In general

Right after, I really like pacing. I need to get that extra energy out.

Listen to music. If you haven't already, make a playlist just of your favorite songs. This ranges from Mazzy Star to Korn to Doechii. Whatever makes you feel better.

I go to my room and make a nest. Grabbing all the comfy pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, and making it the perfect safe haven for me.

HEADPHONES. If you have them, NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES. If you don't have access to headphones, I like wearing beanies because it keeps my head warm, AND it reaches past my ears, so it blocks out noise as well.

For yelling

Water!! For some reason, warm water is my favorite. Cold water is like a death wish for me. idk why.

Or tea. I don't vibe with tea. It's dirt water. HOWEVER, I will drink peppermint tea. (Dirt water with a minty after taste).

Chapstick. After yelling, my lips get dry. I drool a lot.. so... ya know...chapstick. I can't use regular chapstick because they have wheat in them, and I have an allergy to what, so I use Burts Bees chapstick. My favorite is the vanilla. Vanilla smells super yummers.

I like brushing my teeth or using mouthwash when enough time has passed, and the feel/texture isn't as heightened and bothersome to me. Idk why I do this it just makes my mouth feel better (I SWEARRR THIS MAKES SENSE IT'S NOT INSANE 😭😭)

For hitting/bruising

Ice packs. If it is too much, then get a wash cloth or a paper towel and apply it to the painful area.

Pain medication such as Tylenol er Ibuprofen will forever be my best friend. (Ibuprofen gang)

I seem to dent everything I hit. To avoid looking at the dent I made later and feeling bad/guilty about it, I like to cover it. You can cover it with drawings, photos, stickers and doodles (My door is fucked). If it's something like a table then I'll just put a placemat or table mat over it, table cloth.

If you live in a rental property or if you can't just doodle on things. Guess what? Post it note doodles. Tacs and pins to hold the material you doodled on up. I wouldn't recommend using tape because if it's on something for too long, it can just rip the stuff it was sticking too off. So. Yah.

If you are someone who will either hurt yourself or others, a fidget helps me. Or you can stim in a way that isn't harmful. For example, hand flappies are good until you do them too hard, and they start to hurt your wrists. I like to turn on stimboards, and I'll just rock back and forth while repeating a vocal stim to myself.

If you are someone who will hit others and yell at others, I recommend going into another room where you'll be alone and no chance of hurting others.

For the folks around me

Writing a letter to them if you're too scared to face and talk to them directly.

Making them a craft/gift.

Talking with them about what happened. Fair warning, I know parents can suck A LOT. So if they keep putting you down, then you don't need to talk to them or do any of these things. While my mom is understanding, she's also...questionable?? So more than half the time, we just never talk about what happened, and we continue our day.

If you have pets you worried/scared, giving them treats while you sit on their level seems to help. Give ur silly lil beast some rubs/pets when they feel comfortable with you.

If your pet is anxious to approach you afterward, please do not force it. Wait until they come to you. I find sitting on the floor in the same room as them and holding my hand out for them to sniff it helps. Be soft and gentle when petting them. Be slow in your movements.

I have never hit my dogs, and I don't yell at them. Sometimes, I'll be curled up into a ball on the floor, and my youngest dog, River, will carefully walk over and sit next to me and lock my face. This might be overestimating for some, but I find it pulls me out of my episode quicker when I remember how much I love my pups and need to take care of them. Also, it grounds me in the present moment. Obviously, this won't work for some.

For me

When I've calmed down enough, I like to take a shower. You can take a bath if you want but I like showers. I like to put on one of my playlists and listen to music while I shower. I don't have a fancy music shower Bluetooth thingy, so I just put my phone in next to the shower and turn that shit up.

BIG SHIRT. BIG SWEATERS. BIG PANTS. COMFY CLOTHES.

If you have them, candles. Candles can be overpowering in smell so you can open your door to let the intensity of the smell out. You can also just spritz your safe space with some perfume. Not a lot.

Meditation!! Doesn't have to be long, just five minutes.

Affirmations!! Here's some I repeat to myself; I am safe. I am focused on the present moment. I am focused on myself. I am safe where I am. I forgive myself. I am my own temple.

Watching video essays!! You can either put all your attention onto watching it or just have it in the background. Another thing I found is when I turn the TV on, and all of a sudden, I'm in meltdown mode, hearing the person's voice is grounding and returns me to the present moment. It makes me feel less alone.

After something as exaughsting as a breakdown, I need time to zone out and recollect my thoughts. So take it easy <3

Feeling something. I have had a blanket since I was like 3 or 4?? And while the original has been lost, I have more. I like to feel the fabric through my fingers gently, I LOVE PUTTING IT ON MY HEAD LIKE A HEAD BAND. I don't know why. It works though. Wearing it as a scarf, it all works for me.

If you think that the things that calm you down are childish or if you were told that. Don't listen to them. It works for you, and it calms you down. If they have a problem with your coping mechanisms, then you get to make fun of their insane collection of trophies they won in elementary and middle school. Or anything else they have an emotional attachment to from childhood.

Nap. Nap good. Blanket soft.

If you're like me, it's hard to get yourself to eat or drink after something like this. If this is the case, don't force yourself, but know that you gotta eat something. So I reach for things like protein shakes or granola bars....dare I say....Mac n cheese... SOUP.

Do something related to your special interest or current hyperfixation. I like to draw, so I'll doodle. I don't like vent doodling because I find it makes me sadder, so I draw something related to my favorite characters er something like that.

I read so much fanfic to calm down 🧍‍♂️

Add to my Pinterest boards

If needed, I have pinterest boards for things that make me happy when I look at them

happy quotes n stuff

comfy stuff

CRAFTS !!

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grim333z · 20 days ago

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overture~

{No outbreak au} carl x gn!reader

Summary: music boyfriend part 7

Warnings: it gets slightly suggestive but like that's it really.

Your eyes linger on carl as he strums the final note of Helena, playing it with the same precision as when they'd rehearsed not long ago, his head falling back as it rings, his hair, hanging back dampened with sweat and trying its hardest to curl up and return to its natural state, his chest raising and tightening as he breathes deep and winded breaths from putting on one hell of a show, the crowd albeit small erupts into a mass of clapping and whistles,. You'd stay where you were, he often wiped of some of his sweat, packed his shit up and came out to find you before grabbing a drink before everyone cleared off, the odd biker dude complimenting his choice of music or his talent, and he'd always walk out of the Alexandria with a smile on his eyeliner stained slightly damp face. -

You finish of the last of the diet coke, slightly watered down from the ice which sits at the bottom in tiny pebbles, the Guy who'd been next to you starts to walk of, you assume he's going with the rest of the crowd, the place emptied out pretty quickly after the bands finished anyway but he doesn't leave, he just goes and stands near the stage door, he wasn't a parent, you'd have seen him before, and Carl's never mentioned this guy. Though when Carl does come out the stage door, he ignores the man, heading straight for you, a stupid but exhausted smile across his face, his fringe damp and curled against his forehead, having abandoned the tie backstage, opting for shovelling in his back pocket and popping the top two buttons, he leans the heavy padded guitar case against the table next to you.

"You did so good" You breathe taking in his form now close up, he huffs a heavy breath clearly still buzzing with adrenaline from a good gig, "You think?" he almost laughs as you say it, like he knew its exactly what you were going to say, "you look good up there." running your tongue over your sharp vampire-like canine tooth, "Really fucking good,". He rubs the dry skin on his plush pink lips with his thumb, a small raised spot on the side of it catches your attention, you don't even realise you're doing it till you've reached out to grab his hand, gently running your thumb over the patch of dryer skin, you tilt your head slightly in question looking up at him.

"Callous, from hitting the strings while I'm picking," Carl doesn't resist your grip though, almost savouring it.

"does it hurt" you drop his hand, watching it go back to his lip. You'd assumed it was a nervous stim he did, but he didn't seem very nervous, it was just a Carl thing really. He shakes his head, shaking some of his hair out of his eyes.

"You nailed the last song, by the way. To think you only practiced it like twice today, I mean Jesus fuck Carl, I couldn't pull what you guys do" His face flushes, slight, the lighting is dim and its only faintly there, Its strange realising he's just as fucked with you as you are with him. His lips curl into a smile against his thumb, "thanks" its a quieter thank you. Carl's awkward about compliments, he never seems to know how to respond to them, usually just smiling then overthinking what he could've said, convincing himself he fucked the interaction up somehow.

Carl wraps his arms around you, you can tell he's still completely buzzing with adrenaline, he smells like deodorant with a hint of a sweaty musk, needing something to almost ground him a little bit. You hum slightly letting out a quiet "mm" as he settles against your shoulder. "you wanna come back with me, for a bit" he whispers, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, "Dad and Mich, won't mind if its just for a little while" He pulls back too look at you, watching you nod almost too eagerly.

"cool, c'mon." He reaches for his guitar bag starting to head out before being stopped by some guy in a leather jacket, the same guy you'd been stood next too during the gig.

"Hold on, kid" Comes from the man, his voice rough and gritty as he speaks and you feel Carl's pinkie finger wrap around yours and you're not to sure if its because he's nervous or he doesn't want you to be nervous. "You're the front man, right? You guys kick fucking ass, I just wanted to give you guys this, I really see your potential, you're fucking good." the man says, Passing over a business card, patting Carl on the back before walking out.

"the fuck?" Carl doesn't even read the Card before shovelling it into his pocket and dragging you out to find where Rick's parked, spotting the sheriffs car, Rick having just come from a later shift.

The two of you approach the car, Carl yelling in through the open window "Can they come back with, please, they wont stay long, its not late" He's almost begging for a little more time with you, like he hadn't spent the past almost two days with you, Rick nods a reluctant smile on his face. He knew teenage romance, deciding it wasn't worth the argument especially after dealing with rowdy citizens all day. Carl forces his gear into the trunk, holding the door open for you then sliding across the leather seats next to you. The drive to the Grime's house is quiet, the sounds of hearts gently thrumming in chests and subtle breathing only being drowned out by the sounds of the radio quietly informing those listening about the weather and events of the town, blocked roads, nothing much interesting.

You pull up at the Grime's house, the faint yellow glow of their outside lamp lighting up a small portion of the drive way, he slips out, going around to pull your door open, watching from the side as you get out, pulling his guitar out the trunk.

"Thank you Mr gri- Rick," you say with a smile, He pulls a faint tired smile, Carl knows he likes you, though Rick would never tell you this, Carl only knows from the one time Michonne mentioned it while they were in the car together, accidentally letting it slip out. In all honesty, Carl's been happier since he met you, His family had picked up on it for certain, constantly talking about you. Rick would give the world for his boy, seeing him so happy makes him happy, he trusts you.

Carl gently pats your back gently leading you towards the front door. When you enter, the kitchen light is off, a small cedar wood scented candle rests on a side table, a photo of a much younger carl with a tiny baby Judith sits framed beside it , you glance into the living toom Michonne's sat cuddled up on the couch watching some Disney princess movie with Judith, the bright movie casting light across the dark living toom, theres no Rj so he's most likely asleep up in his room.

The two of you head upstairs, Carl doesn't bother unloading his band gear, settling for lumping it carefully against the wall, watching as you flop onto his bed, his faint musk filling your nose as you make contact with the pillow, you take a deep breath in through your nose letting your head lol against the pillow. You two had grown increasingly comfortable around each other, he'd called you his partner after only a day of either of you making any advances, it was a silent agreement, you were together. you'd become close, closer than you'd ever been with someone else before, and you trusted him, and it seems he trusts you too. All of it happened in such a short period of time, you haven't really had chance to take it all in.

You keep your eyes silently glued on him, not saying anything. Quietly just enjoying each others presence. he empty's his trouser pockets, a handful of guitar picks each worn slightly on the edges, a couple of pieces of loose change clattering against the desk he was putting it on, then finally the matte black card the guy from back at the bar had given him, you linger on it a second, Carl doesn't seem to check it out though, bringing his hands up to rub his tired eyes, his breathing deep and heavy as he finally finds time to come down from the high of being on stage. "sorry about Ron, by the way. He's not usually like that" he hums unbuttoning the few buttons he had still left open, you blink before responding "S 'fine". You aren't really sure if you've even said it out loud, brain completely occupied by Carl practically undressing In front of you, slipping the sweat drenched polyester shirt of his skin, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he throws the shirt in the laundry hamper, he does the same with his trousers, rummaging around for a clean shirt in just his boxers and socks, your head falls back against the headboard, the bedframe squeaking slightly at the contact, he slips a baggy Weezer shirt on, the black fabric hanging loosely off his thin pale frame.

Carl tries to tame his fringe as he walks over too you, feeling the bed dip as he sits down beside you, whispering "You're really quiet, are you okay...?" He sounds worried, and a hint guilty, like he's done something wrong, he was like most other teenagers, constantly gaining new insecurity's, something else to worry about, some more added pressure. It didn't stop with you, he wanted to make sure he was what you wanted ever since the first time he'd invited you to come to one of his gigs, afraid he'd annoy you by sending to many texts or make you feel ignored by not sending enough. He cared deeply though, he did for anyone in his life really, the type of person to worry about just the smallest of things.

When you pause for a second too long, the nerves in his gut grow rising into his chest as he looks into your eyes. "No, nothing...I'm fine I promise" you reassure watching him run his thumb across his lips as he looks at you, the guilty droop to his eyes dissipates slightly as he swallows, "sure...?"you flush slightly and his expression twists into one of confusion, "I might have been...checking you out, a little bit, and forgot to say anything" you admit, cringing at your own words as they come tumbling out, he blinks letting out a nasally laugh, shaking his head dismissively moving his hand to brush the stray hair from his face before returning back to his lip. His head slips slightly landing on your shoulder, you can't really tell if he's done it on purpose.

"did you ever, actually read that thing that guy gave you" You query, glancing at the small black rectangle sat atop the pile of junk carl had pulled from his pocket. His head turns slightly as he looks over at it along with you, "probably just someone fucking advertising something, isn't worth it" he says being cut off with a yawn, he fucking loved preforming, it was his everything, though he was always so exhausted at the end of it all, after the adrenaline high has faded, you hum gently in response, trying to pretend you're not fighting the burning curiosity inside of you.

You let it get the better of you, climbing over Carl his hands going to hover near you for fear you fall, "what-?" he asks before clocking what you're up to, you steady yourself on the edge of the desk, gripping the piece of firm black card an almost shiny printed logo sits in big bold letters, at the top. "Saviour records...hmm?" The name serves no importance to you, however Carl turns his head, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, almost disbelief, he tilts his head, a silent signal for you to keep reading. "We at Saviour records are honoured to offer you an opportunity to sign a record deal with Saviour records, for details email @ SmithNeganbusiness.email kind regards, the SR team" Carls jaw has fallen lip by the time you've looked up at him, you don't understand his shock, but the look on his face reads like this is something really fucking big.

"Are you fucking with me? I swear to holy fuck if you're fucking with me" You pull a face at his words, watching him sit up bare pale legs hanging of the side of the bed as you approach, the small rectangle of card in your hands as you sit next to him, watching him take it in his hands, thumb running over the smooth raised printed letters. "holy fucking shit, this is big" He's buzzing, setting the card on his bedside table.

"what, why?" Your lack of reaction is just as baffling to him as his reaction is to you.

"a record deal, this is big, holy- there's so much- this means so much" You smile at the sheer excitement on his face, He seems exceedingly less tired though the clock on the wall reads past twelve am, you nod soaking in his excitement.

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gummi-stims · 9 months ago

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✋The Hand Of God✋

Some more gifs of a very hot metal hand melting some stuff from 614lyfe on tiktok

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pavlovianfuckery · 2 months ago

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iZombie Masterlist

Here's where all the iZombie fics live (or not), fic links in chronological order and cliffnotes version of tags under the cut

is that rigor mortis in your pocket or are you just happy to see me - butt stuff, banter, some light spanking

this is where i'd put my frankenstein joke IF I HAD ONE - oral sex, e-stim

here's my number so call me, zombie - masturbation, bit of dirty talk, phone sex shenanigans

paging dr debeers and his atrocious bedside manner, it's very urgent actually - medical kink and roleplay, this dr got his license in a cereal packet probably, light bondage, light fisting

i made another muppet joke and it's getting out of hand -fingering, fisting, toys (a bit)

i'm not as think as you drunk i am - PIV sex, kind of soft

baby, i could be your LÖVBACKEN or your GAMLEHULT - human furniture kink (done badly), blowjob stuff, some fingering (do you want ice with that?) dry humping or something

you're getting very sleep- oh wait. oh no - hypno and schrödinger's spiked drink

there's a joke about being railed somewhere in here - CNC, oral sex w/ a gun, some light knifeplay

the mental reset button is in the ass, right? part 2- pegging, fingering, rimming, piv, angst, dubcon just to be safe

maybe i am as think as you drunk i am, actually - kinda fluffy, light scent kink, NO SMUT

you say 'blowing smoke' as if it's a bad thing - kissing (shocking, i know) smoking, NO SMUT

it's a bird, it's a plane, it's… zz top with a steel chair? PT2 - each chapter comes with its own tags so better check them yourself honestly

#izombie #blaine debeers #x reader #smut #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

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manicplank · 9 months ago

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So your 4 years free of Self harm right? I was just wondering if you could tell a teen friend of yours on how to stop and prevent self harm? Hehe :[

- The chaotic Grimlen you know your moots with

small TW for this one

answering this as an ask, just in case other people need to hear advice like this. (if you're not comfortable with it, lmk and I'll take it down and dm you the tips instead.)

So it's hard for me to put it into words but I'll try my best!

My best tip is to find a completely different coping skill. Find something that brings comfort and releases endorphins/dopamine. Stims help a LOT!!! My favorite is to rub a soft blanket until my hand tingles. I also just feel things in my hand (example: I have a fidget cube that I don't use often, but I'll just kind of play with it absently and feel the shape).

CRYING IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO!!! Crying is the best way to release negative emotions! Don't be afraid to sob into a pillow. It seems bad, but it's actually a REALLY good coping skill.

I've gotten to a point where when I'm having a meltdown or breakdown, I don't even consider SH. It took a while for me to get there.

For me, SH was temporary relief but invoked more stress anxiety afterward, so keep in mind that it absolutely makes things worse!!! I still look at my scars with regret.

Whatever you're going through WILL get better! It always will, and it always does! I know that sounds cheesy, and everybody says it, but it's true! If I could go back and tell that to my 14 year old self, I think she'd be happy.

It's okay to not be okay. Just remember to take care of yourself. Finding comfort when you're feeling down is the best thing you can do. Whether it be a blanket, a stuffed animal, or a person, it helps so so so much!!!

Almost baby yourself in a way. When people cry, especially with meltdowns or breakdowns, they revert to a childish state of mind, often wanting to be held, comforted, etc. Thing is, it isn't childish. It's normal.

Don't judge yourself when you're upset. Don't judge yourself for crying. You're gonna think all sorts of bad things about yourself, but don't believe it!

Oh, and when you cry a lot, remember to drink a lot of water! If your face gets chapped from rubbing your tears, Vaseline will help that without burning your dry skin. Another thing I like to do after a good cry is use an ice pack on my face. It's soooo soothing.

This was a super long read, but I hope it helps!

#tw sh #tw

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