#started stimming on the bus

[some-minor-inconvenience]

it was a great moment for me when I realized Jon being called "The Ceaseless Watcher's Special Little Boy" is cannon and not just fan base shenanigans

[urfavlarry]

I recently got into School bus graveyard and I COMPLETELY understand the hype, idk if im the only who does this... but literally the moment I was done I went to tumblr for fics, but there's like none?? So maybe some dating headcanons for the group!! ^^

Dating Headcanons for the sbg characters

Ashlyn Banner

best person to have a lazy day with tbh

i swear yall would be like “should we go out today” look at each other for 5 seconds and say “nah”

she would teach you some gymnastics and laugh when your just lying there complaining how you aren’t flexible

probably is more of a person that gives you gifts, or gives you a hug in stead of comforting you with words

she would be a bit awkward at first probably

also I don’t think she likes excessive physical touch cuz red confirmed that Ashlyn is autistic but when she gets used to you she would be okay with it but still, don’t go too hard on her

you let her play/stim with your fingers

you’re always there for her when she gets overwhelmed and she loves you so much for that

doesn’t call you that many nicknames probably a short version of your name but if your name is already short then probably just love or babe

if you speak another language she would definitely wanna know some words or learn with you

if it’s your mother language then she would be like “omg how was [your country] like!”

probably is a nerd in some sort of way

anyway probably a great girlfriend to have but only if you aren’t the type to be really really and I mean REALLY extroverted

Taylor Hernández

this girl is such a cutie!!

would plan dates, sleepovers, night outs..

drawing/picnic dates are a must

watching the sunset or sunrise together on the rooftop

calls you cute nicknames like sunshine, mi vida, sugar and that kind of stuff

is very affectionate

cuddles !!

shes the little spoon probably but if you’re feeling down then she will gladly be the big spoon

you would definitely braid her hair if you know how, if you don’t know then there’s another idea for a date! teaching you how to braid hair!

probably isn’t even that awkward at first probably a little bit shy but gets pretty confident later on

the best partner to have if you’re insecure

makes your insecurities disappear in a heartbeat

overall a 11/10 girlfriend !! we love taylor :D

Tyler Hernández

he is probably a tsundere tbh

acting like he doesn’t care but when you are alone he babies you sm

no matter if your bigger then him, stronger, smaller, it doesn’t matter, he babies you no matter what

don’t let the others know tho

isn’t afraid to show you off like girl bffr

holds your hand, has his hand on your waist, kisses you on the forehead, cheek or lips before class starts (even if you are in the same class)

uses nicknames like mi amor, mi reina/mi rey, baby ect.

nicknames with him are endless

movie night is a must

probably would take you to his baseball practice

has a separate album for you only

everyone in the group can tell he’s love sick like he looks at you with heart eyes

a jealous type probably

would beat up anyone and everyone who looks at you the wrong way

he’s probably touch starved and he hides his feelings from you because he just prioritises you over anything

you gotta full on force him to tell you what’s wrong but after a while he opens up to you normally

a 100/10 boyfriend the poor boys been through too much

Logan Fields

gardening dates!!

gives you flowers when you’re sad or just whenever to make your day!

stargazing dates

yapps your ear off about astrology (you let him tho)

calls you nicknames like bunny, hun, love

gives you honest opinions on everything

regrets his choices when you get grumpy afterwards

makes it up to you by cuddling you or kissing your whole face

introduces you to his grandparents

they approved of course because they just trust that he can pick himself a good s/o

hugs from behind!!

reads you a book when you can’t sleep

helps you with your work but doesn’t do it for you (Barron trauma)

best person to seek when you want comfort and or advice

gives you honest advice so if you were in the wrong expect him to tell you lmao

if you listen to music on vinyls or CDs then definitely brings you to a music shop and he will spoil you rotten

loves listening to your music taste no matter what genre it is he just wants to bond with you

he’s such an adorable and amazing boyfriend it mealts my heart !! :D

Aiden Clark

be prepared to patch this boy up every single second of the day

and also getting him out of trouble every single day

he is a wild one for sure

doesn’t mean he’s a bad boyfriend

loves showing you things he learned on his skateboard and he tries to teach you

does that thing where he holds your hands while your on the skateboard, tells you to jump and flips the board for you

that tik tok kind of shi

while on the topic of tik tok, does every silly couple tik tok trend with you lmao

yapps your ear of all day every day

not the best person to ask for advice from but he will hold you until you feel better!

best cuddle buddy

and hug buddy

if you don’t like physical touch then idk if you could have a relationship with him, he will CLING to you as if his life depended on it

loves it when you play with his hair

makes a playlist for you two

calls you nicknames like rockstar, doll, my love, bae, babe

definitely has you saved as “future wife🤭❤️” or “the mother of my kids🥵😍”

he be weird like that

loves to have you in his lap

idk he probably likes you ass sm, not in a sexual way but just lays on it, smacks it, squishes it..

only in private tho

honestly a pretty good boyfriend but he’s more of like your child then boyfriend

Ben Clark

a chill one for sure

hugs, holding hands are a must

listening to music through his headphones how he did with Taylor in that one episode

jealousy scale is um pretty high

you gotta reassure this boy because he’s just scared of loosing you

would fr fight 100 people at once for you if you asked him to

whenever he gets angry, you’re there for him when Aiden can’t and he appreciates that

loves it when you hold his hand and rub circles on the back of it

forehead kisses >>

probably doesn’t give you that many nicknames since he doesn’t speak, either a short version of your name, bae or hun

the best listener ever (not because he doesn’t speak)

when you start to yap and just talk about the most random things he has your back against his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder

very chill and overall good boyfriend

[bonefall]

As someone with P-DID(Partial DID. I still have headmates but I can't really hand the body over to them) I am so fucking concerned about Moonpaw. I don't like the idea that she has DID because she's a chimera, that's not how it works, and I don't like the idea of them demonizing chimeras(I am not one myself though I just think we should all dislike that)

But I'm also super concerned because people aren't acknowledging how ableist this is. The voice is stated in the blurb to be sinister and people are ignoring that. I even saw someone say "It's not plurality it's a SPIRITUAL thing" and like. That's not any better. You know that's not better right? It still promotes the idea that hearing voices is always Bad and chimeras murder their siblings.

Idk I'm just super worried.

It's difficult to get through to certain folks on "Why This Is Bad" because most people don't have an understanding of non-overt bigotry.

Guy calling you a slur on the bus? That is overt. It's obvious. It makes "sense" to an observer that he is threatening you, by calling you to attention, trying to provoke a reaction. It's less overt when, say, you're stimming on the bus and that same guy starts huffing and growling in discomfort, but they can still follow the logic that Bus Guy's behavior towards you is altered based on his prejudice.

But they'll have a hard time making that final leap-- that Bus Guy's idea of your disorder is tied to something harmful.

My stims tend to be facial (blinking rapidly, scrunching face, shaking head, etc), but even without the classic "hand flapping," Bus Guy will tie these traits to unpredictability, "weirdness," or stupidity. If we weren't just on the bus and this man had power over me in some way, like if he was my teacher, or boss, or even a coworker, his assumptions about me would influence my life negatively.

Then, of course, multiply Bus Guy by the entire bus full of people and their social biases, and this is how systemic problems are perpetuated without a single person exercising overt bigotry.

THAT is why "Sinister Voice In Head" is a harmful stereotype. In Bus Guy's mind, a link is being formed; Voices = Make You Bad.

Just like how it doesn't actually matter if the "stupid character" is stimming because they're autistic or not, it's still reinforcing that bias. "Spiritual Thing" or not, she is being negatively influenced by Evil Sinister Voice.

Worse; there's barely any counter examples-- no humanizing portrayals of how stimming can help you focus, no discussion of real problems some stimming can cause (skin picking can be really destructive for example), no honest stories of what living with a difficult headmate truly feels like, etc.

...Digressing. My hand on your shoulder, Nonnie. It's gonna be ok.

Even if it is WORST case scenario, total catastrophe... this isn't the first or last time that headmates are handled badly in media. Remember; cultural bias is ingrained in people the same way that canyons are carved. Slowly, steadily, over many examples and many years, lapping away at rock that is already wet.

One more bad example is just another drop in that wave. It will not bring the wall down. It's worth concern! It's worrying, I know! We can do something about it.

[ritz-writes]

i love how the good omens fixation can just slam into u like a bus. like, ur still in the road and have been for months since the first bus hit you. but then it comes back and runs you over randomly.

i saw a gif of aziraphale pulling crowley to go dance and legit just started stimming cuz like. that happened! he asked him to dance! and giggled! then took his HAND!! AND PULLED HIM TO THE DANCE FLOOR!!! LIKE?? THAT HAPPENED! THEY DID THAT! THEY THEY THEY

im not normal about this show and never will be thank u for coming to my ted talk

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

can you do a poly!plastics x fem!reader where the reader has autism, adhd, and anxiety and throughout the day they've been overstimulated so her girlfriends help ground her?

Scrambled Schedules

|| poly!plastics x fem!AuAdhd!reader

|| Warnings; lots of stress/anxiety/overstimulation mentions, reader cries at one point, long fic, hurt/comfort, Regina soft for reader

|| Summary; when reader's morning routine gets thrown off, her entire day reflects that.

Requests open!

Started; october 31st

Finished; october 31st

~~~

Getting ready for school that morning had already been stressful enough as it was. First, you woke up late and didn't hear your alarm. So you were rushing through your morning routine. You hated being thrown off your schedule. Second, people in your house were being loud. You threw on your noise cancelling headphones after you'd gotten your shirt on. You didn't even realize you were stimming, but your fingers tapped against the side of your headphones; as you looked for a pair of socks. When you found some you tossed some on and then quickly made your way to the kitchen. Trying to at least get something small in you before the bus showed up. You grabbed a piece of bread, your lunch that you packed the night before, a water bottle, anything else you thought you might need, then headed out the door. Headphones still on your head.

As you left the house, you took some deep breaths. Trying to calm your anxiety and overstimulation, when it didn't seem to ease right away.. you realized taking the bus would only make things worse for you. You took out your phone and gave Regina a quick call. Out of your girlfriends, she was the only one with a full license. Gretchen was working on hers and Karen.. definitely shouldn't be allowed to drive. In the best way possible.

Regina answered the phone on the third ring, having just gotten out of the shower. She took her time with her morning routine compared to you. Because Regina didn't care if she showed up late to school; she would get there when she gets there. She had been about to go to her closet when she heard the phone rang, so she walked over and answered. Picking it up from her bedside table and putting it to her ear," Hey, baby." Regina's voice practically came out as a purr when she spoke to you.

"C-can you pick me up?" You stuttered a bit, trying to control your trembling hand. The thought of going on the bus was enough to stress you out further and you really couldn't handle that. The bus was the last thing you needed right now.

Regina frowned when she picked on your stutter. She knew about your anxiety and AuADHD, she wondered if something had happened. Well, at least you hadn't gone non verbal yet. That had to have been a good sign. It meant you weren't entirely overstimulated. But that stutter.. was definitely a hint that you getting close to that point. "Sure, baby. I'll be there soon, alright?"

"How s-soon?" You murmured, needing some kind of time. You didn't like when things were just up in the air. Your schedule had already been thrown off as it was and you really didn't need anything else added to that.

"Hm.. maybe about fifteen or so minutes? I've gotta get dressed but then I'll be down to get you. Just deep breaths, baby." Regina explained to you, you relaxed a bit and nodded. Despite that she couldn't see you.

"Okay." You got off the call, heading to your porch step where you took a seat. Deciding to play some stim games on your phone. Those usually worked to help regulate you. Mid game you happened to get a 'good morning' text from Karen; though she spelt it like 'gud morering'. You replied to the text quickly, having a little conversation with her before going back to your games.

You; good morning, Kare :)

Karen; redy for skool? (ready for school?)

You; as ready as I can be

Karen; yayy!! c u suun 🫶🫶 (yayy! see you soon)

Just as Regina promised, she was at your house in a little over fifteen minutes. When she got there she walked over to you, frowning as she saw you in your headphones. Playing those self regulation games. The blonde took a seat beside you and watched you play your game for a minute before giving your cheek a kiss. Her hand rested to your knee. Getting your attention. You slowly took your headphones off and rested them around your neck. Regina smiled at you, her hand cupping your jaw and brushing her thumb against you.

"There you are," She murmured. Regina was always softer with you, understanding that you needed that kind of care. She never wanted to be the reason you felt overstimulated or stressed. You leaned into her touch and she gave you another kiss; this time to your forehead. "Ready to go?" Regina asked, letting go of your chin and placing her hand on her knee.

You gave her a gentle nod and she smiled, taking your hand as she walked you to her jeep. When you got there, you got into the passenger side and Regina got in the driver's. "We're going to pick up Gretchen and Karen and then maybe stop for coffee?" She looked to you to make sure that was okay. You nodded again and Regina gave your hand a quick squeeze.

By the time the four of you got to school, it was like 9;10. So you were late. And that was sending you into bit of a panic attack as you rushed to class. Not even saying bye to your girlfriends, who were startled when you practically jumped out of the jeep before it even stopped.

"Y/N?!" Regina yelled, glancing back at the other two like; did that just happen??

It didn't take long for you to reach your first period class, when the teacher saw you he gave you a soft smile. Noticing your rushed state. You were never late and he was aware of your AuADHD; so he let it slide today. Giving you a subtle nod so you knew that. You took your seat and nervously bounced your leg, feeling like people were watching you and judging you. Even though really, no one was. They were all too scared of Regina to even dare think anything bad about you.

The day went on, each class seemed to have some incident that overwhelmed you. First period you were late, second your pencil broke and the feeling of that made your whole body tense up. You hated when a pencil snapped. It just slowed you down and you could feel the sensation in your teeth? If that made any sense. Third period, you were given a surprise test that nearly brought you into a panic attack. You had to ask the teacher if you could go write in it in your private room; which she allowed when she realized you were close to having a panic attack. Then it was lunch. And you got a moment to breathe. After handing in your test, you headed to the bathroom and just hid in a stall for a long moment. Giving yourself a much needed breather. Why was today so hard on you? As you leaned against the stall wall, you picked at your finger nails. Trying to calm your nerves. You weren't fully settled when you left; but it was good enough. You didn't want to worry your girlfriends.

You spent lunch with them, staying cuddled up to Karen. Gretchen noticed that you seemed a bit off, but didn't want to pry. She kept quiet, knowing you probably just needed some time to regulate yourself and didn't want to stress you out further. The bell rang and you headed to fourth period. Which.. was actually fine? Nothing happened that overstimulated you or throw you off schedule. But fifth period? Was a train wrack. First your computer login wouldn't work and that almost made you cry, then once you did get logged in and started your project- which you'd gotten a massive chunk done. Your computer decided to crash the website on you. You completely froze when that happened. Realizing you should have just not gone to school today. Being late in the morning had messed up your whole day.

As that nightmare of a class ended, sixth period started. It wasn't any better, let's just say that. You'd gotten so overwhelmed that you straight up walked out of class. Your teacher was chill on people leaving; trusting you all to return in your own time. She didn't question when you got up and left. You weren't coming back, though. It was almost the end of the day anyways.

You went to Regina's jeep and just sat in the passenger side, letting yourself cry and release the amount of stress that had built up. Playing those self regulation games on your phone again. They helped, but your knee was still bouncing and your feet were tapping.

You were in the jeep maybe about twenty minutes before Gretchen knocked on the window. You looked up and opened the door to talk to her. "There you are!" Gretchen exclaimed. You and her had the same sixth period class, you guessed she must have gotten worried when you didn't return. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry." You murmured, she frowned when she realized you'd been crying. Gretchen moved herself to the backseat and patted the spot next to her for you to join. You crawled back there and Gretchen held you close.

"Don't apologize, mama. What's wrong?" Gretchen cupped your cheek, making you look into your eyes. Normally, you hated eye contact. But it felt easy with your girlfriends.

"Too much.." You replied. Everything had been way too much today. Gretchen sighed at that and nodded in agreement. School was a lot for her too, just in different ways than you.

"Wanna talk about it or just hang out here?" She asked, you shook your head and snuggled up to her. Making Gretchen realize you just wanted to hang out; she was fine with that. Gretchen would stay with you as long as you needed her to.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

hey could I be 🦕, if it's not taken?

I also have a request lol, could u do a meltdown comfort fic? ( definitely not requesting this be I had a meltdown over not having the right pasta sauce for my comfort/safe food) like where a male reader has a bunch of little things built up and it spills over when there's no more of readers comfort/safe food and they end up lashing out and having a meltdown because of it

anyways have a good evening,thx!

Hiya, I'm really sorry thats taken 😔 (I need to make a list lmao) - assuming you're not the other 🦕 anon currently in my drafts 😅

I hope this is okay, I don't have autism or meltdowns, so feel free to let me know if I've gotten anything wrong. I don't think the reader in this has a meltdown, he was distressed and then stims to regulate his emotions. But yeah, feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong, I don't want to offend anyone or anything.

Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown

"(Y/N)? What's wrong-"

"Can you just fuck off?!" Everyone falls silent as the words burst from your mouth. You immediately look down, mentally scolding yourself for yelling at Hotch like that. Hotch. Of all people. Who had been nothing but kind to you since you joined. Who always made sure you were okay. Who was also your boss. "I- I'm sorry-" Your voice is quiet and Hotch has to strain his ears to hear you.

Instead of yelling, like everyone assumed he would, his gaze softens as he looks at you. "How about we head up to my office for a few minutes, okay?" His voice is reassuring and is doing nothing for your guilt and the dread for what he would say when it was just the two of you.

You hadn't meant to snap at him, but everything had just built up and built up and it was your tipping point. You should have just gone home.

It had started this morning when it turns out you had run out of milk - meaning you couldn't have cereal and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then, you couldn't find the socks you had planned on wearing, you missed the early bus because of how long you had tried to find the socks you wanted to wear, and that made you almost late for work. And then, when you opened the fridge, it turns out someone had eaten the last of your safe foods you kept stocked up in the fridge.

You knew no one on the team would have taken it, they knew you were particular about your food (that's how you had worded it when you first joined the team - they knew the reasoning behind it now, of course but its still how you described it). And they always tried their best to make sure that you had food in the fridge that you liked.

You follow him to his office silently, you don't miss the look he shoots the rest of the team - who quickly make themselves look busy. So you don't feel more on edge than you already do. Your heart twinges at this. You had just yelled at him and here he was, being incredibly sweet to you.

When you reach his office, he shuts the door gently behind him and motions to the couch, you sit. "You don't have to speak until you're ready, whatever you need to do to help regulate your emotions is okay."

You take a moment to process his words before you give a small nod. It takes a few seconds before you gently start to rock, humming gently to yourself. Hotch sits down on the couch, at the other end. He wanted you to know he was there if you needed him, but enough space to do what you needed to. He slowly picked up the book on the coffee table, flicking to the page he was currently on.

Eventually, when your stimming comes to an end, Hotch closes the book. He had been keeping a close eye on you, not really paying attention to the book. He had just wanted to make you comfortable.

"You weren't reading," You state quietly.

"I wasn't," Hotch says with a nod.

"Thank you," You reply. You knew what he was doing - he had done it a few times during similar situations.

"That's alright," He gives a small (rare) smile, "Did you want to talk about what's going on?"

"It's just been a bad day." You shrug, "No coffee, no breakfast, wrong socks, and now no safe food," You felt your cheeks tint pink ever so slightly in embarrassment.

Hotch just nods, "I understand. What snack in particular were you craving?"

"I wanted a chocolate muffin," You shrugged, running a hand over your face. All you could think about was how stupid this all was.

"Is that the Starbucks one?" When you nod, Hotch smiles slightly and rummages about in his desk. "I had a feeling that this might happen at some point. So I stocked up on your safe foods." He said, pulling out a muffin. "There you go. As for drinks, take whatever you fancy,"

You look up, eyes slightly wide at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you,"

"That's alright, and (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Anytime you're feeling overwhelmed, or if the day isn't going quite right, you're more than welcome to come sit up here, okay?"

"Okay."

[kayas-kosmos]

Autism Symbol Dragon.

This is the autism symbol as a dragon. I did this to represent the influence my autism has on my art. This is a public domain drawing and anyone can use it for any reason.

I really like the infinity autism symbol over all others, especially the Godawful puzzle piece. It really encapsulates the diversity of our community and how unique every autistic individual is. But I wanted to do a little spin on it by turning it into a dragon to add some extra meaning. A dragon to me is the symbol of the imagination itself, since dragons are so diverse in of themselves and can look like or represent anything. But as well as imagination, I think the dragon also represent resilience and a ferocious passion.

My webcomic is absolutely full of different types of dragon. Here are just a few examples:

(Can you tell dragons are one of my special interests?)

I was diagnosed at about 3 and I've had a very mixed relationship with being autistic until recently. There was a time when I really hated having to bear the label of “autistic” and tried for years to erase that part of me because of the stigma. Being an artist allowed me to get away with being a bit weird because I could chalk it up to just being "an eccentric artist," but there was also the side of me that needed extra accommodations and help, the less glamorous side. I would often push myself to be as neurotypical as I could in these areas and I developed a debilitating fear of becoming a burden on others, to the point where it started damaging my mental health. Eventually, I developed panic attacks due to overworking myself (and struggles with accepting myself as queer), autistic shutdowns became more frequent and this lead to further humiliation and a further disgust towards my autism.

It wasn't until I became a freelancer a few years ago that I realised how much damage trying to hold myself to neurotypical standards was having on me. While being able to work remotely was a dream since it meant not having to deal with the sensory nightmare that is using the local bus service, it also meant I experienced autistic burnout more frequently. Then I came across the autistic community on Twitter, where I started to discover so much about myself and how my brain works.

I also made a lot of incredible friends through this and even had the courage to publicly come out as queer. Now I fully embrace being autistic, even the parts that society deems “unacceptable” like stimming and not making eye contact. I am happy in who I am and no longer see myself as a burden.

Sadly, there is often a discussion about whether autism should be cured or not, a discussion that should absolutely not be happening because autism is not a disease. If you "cured" my autism, you would also remove my art. My art and my autism are inseparable and one does not exist without the other. Autism has given me the ability to think outside the box and traits like my monotropism allow me to hyperfocus on a project until its completion. Having spoken to many autistic creatives throughout my life, a good chunk of our struggles do not come from being autistic itself, rather society’s refusal to accept or accommodate us. Many of us could achieve great things and truly innovate society, but there are too many systemic barriers in the way preventing us from doing so, and no amount of “hard work” or “conquering our disability” (fuck inspiration porn, seriously) can change that because individualistic solutions do not fix systemic problems. Simple solutions such as disability benefits that actually properly cover our living costs, a higher wage for carers of disabled people and proper work accommodations (including the option for remote work) would mean the world of difference for us.

Now personally, I am a bit more radical in my thinking and I believe the current system of Neoliberal Capitalism needs to be done away with entirely because ableism is built into Capitalism itself. This is what has drawn me to ideas such as anarchism and the Solarpunk movement. In particular, I try to live by the "12 principles of Permaculture" to the best of my ability. I think "Embrace Diversity" and "Produce No Waste" can be applied to living as a disabled person, since disabled people are often seen as a waste product under this system and embracing our differences means we are not wasted.

For those of you who have followed me for a while, you may have noticed that my art, like me, is weird. I love to embrace the weird and the quirky. My creatures are whimsical and bizarre. My characters all tend to be quirky outsiders. I have always been drawn to surrealism and absurdism, the work of Salvador Dali in particular really caught my attention.

Art has always been a safe way for me to explore the unusual and alien, and it has been a voice for me when speaking words fail. I use it to explore the things that frighten me and to help process a chaotic world. As weird as my art is, I think the weirdness and absurdity is a reflection of how weird and absurd our modern world is and how little sense it makes to me anymore.

There are often themes of environmentalism and the profound beauty of nature, influenced heavily by growing up in an area of natural beauty. Furthermore, the theme of "empathy for monsters" is a personal favourite. Maybe the reason why there are so many weird, twisted and grotesque monsters and creatures with tragic backstories in my webcomic universe is because I see myself in them - just weird little off-putting things that want compassion and to be understood.

As I have grown as a person, so has my art. The more I learn about my autism, the more I can open up and the better I can express myself.

On a final note, if you would like to support me and the work I do, please consider donating a Ko-Fi. It would really help me push towards my goal of finally launching my webcomic, plus it would also allow me to talk more about important topics surrounding disability, sustainable living and art/creature stuff.

Happy new year, everyone! And especially to all of my autistic and neurodivergent comrades out there.

[cryptid-jamie]

Mystery twins Headcannons

Mabel pines

Bisexual (obviously)

Realized at a young age (like 13-14) she liked girls and was very open and confident in it

Falls in love easily (sapphic girly fr)

Dated a lot throughout middle and high school and would immediately claim they they were the one (the longest one was two months lol)

Loves going to parties and always goes all out in the outfits (Goes to every and all pride events she can)

ADHD and autistic (all the pines are autistic but ya’know)

ADHD causes her to hyperfixate on her arts and crafts projects and can cause her to pull all nighters and forget to eat or drink

Has trouble focusing on things that don’t directly retain her interest (as seen in the show lol)

Very talkative

Stimming types

Arm/hands flapping

Pacing/running in circles/Spinning/ rolling around on the ground

Hair chewing

Vocal stims

Frequently changes her aesthetic all thought high school like every week

Makes her own clothes

Impulsively changes her hair (shaved it half off once because she saw some on TikTok with a half half shaved off with it dyed and thought it looked cool)

FaceTimes Grenada and Candi back in GF every night

After graduation she gets accepted into art school in Oregon

Travels down to gravity falls on holiday breaks and most weekends

Sells clothes online for extra cash (college is expensive lol)

Dipper pines

Trans masc

New he was a boy from a very young age but socially transitioned right before leaving for Gravity falls (like on the bus there lol)

Thinks Grunckle Stan doesn’t know but he was there when Dipper and Mabel where born (cannon I think) so he knows but is waiting for dipper to tell him before he brings it up

Has only officially came out to Mabel (as off the start of the summer;comes out to Stan at the end of summer before leaving where Stan reveals that he always known lol )

Autistic (duh)

His autism presents through lack of proper social skills, special interests, and stimming

Stimming types

Chewing (rip his pens lol)

Pacing

Repeating words/phrases

Special interests

Mysteries/Conspiracies

Cryptids/monster

Wears pretty much the same outfit every day lol (flannels too bro thinks he’s Alex hirsh)

Is into the unexplainable for the same reason as ford

He feels like an outcast so we relates a lot to Cryptids because who’s more of an outcast then the moth man

Develops a proper friend group (like two to three other people ) in high school they’re also nerds lol

Started dating Pacifica northwest one summer but his friends don’t believe him

“Like yeah dude you’re dating Pacifica Northwest the richest girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere yeah and you also got chased by an army of gnomes that was trying to marry your sister, sure dude.”

One day she shows up and everyone is shocked lol

Runs a ghost hunting YouTube channel and all his videos are real but everyone thinks it’s fake cause it’s to much evidence

After graduation he moved down the gravity falls full time and takes Ford’s apprenticeship

Take night college classes in film for that ghost hunting show he mentions in that one episode

[acetone4veins]

Adhd regina hcs

I assume this was prompted by the hc in this post where I mentioned Regina constantly spacing out.

Her thoughts tend to run faster than they should, which helps with constantly being one step ahead of everyone in every interaction, but it's not so great when she's anxious and spiraling about something and suddenly she can't stop her mind from wandering into really dark places

Had to learn how to mask from a very young age because her parents put so much pressure on her to be perfect, so she's been suppressing for years - constantly aware of her facial expressions and is overly careful about what she says. Used to stim by bouncing her knee or shifting back and forth on chairs but would get scolded over it and had to learn to stop

Has an excess of rings at all times to fidget with instead since it's less noticeable and they still go with her style

Easily overstimulated and it's half the reason she tends to snap at her friends. School is already such a stressful environment and sometimes Gretchen or Karen's voices are too loud and she says whatever she needs to to get them to stop

Being stuck in a hospital bed for weeks with nothing except her own thoughts and not being able to move was literal hell for her

I mentioned this one in a previous hc post but constantly humming or singing under her breath when doing idle tasks

Post canon when she's finally starting to let herself unmask she can ramble for hours about something she's interested in

She also stops being so careful with her every action and her friends learn she's actually pretty impulsive, and combined with the fact that after getting hit by a bus her sense of danger is severely skewed and she doesn't really give a fuck about consequences, she gets involved in so much stupid shit (likely indulging Janis's ideas I think, much to Cady and Damian's chagrin)

Also fidgets with her friends' hands or sleeves when she's sitting next to them I think. Just idly reaches over and starts playing with their fingers both for the physical contact and to have something to stim with

[gaypirate420]

Thunderstorm // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock Hale x Male!ND!reader

Summary: You don't fuck with thunderstorms. Reader is neurodivergent.

A/N: based on my own experiences. I'm the target audience of this fic.

Fluff. A bit of Angst, just tiny.

Stimming. Fidget toys. Sensitivity to loud noises. Headphones use.

There was a very refreshing and comfortable breeze when you got out of home.

You put on your headphones and started walking, you looked up at the grey sky and smiled at your schedule for today.

You were going to see your boyfriend and he'll probably bury you on a bunch of cozy blankets and he'll make you your favorite food, it was going to be perfect, as long as it didn't rain too much.

Thunder, you hate it— but the rain was fine, it's the loud crashing of the thunder that makes you feel overwhelmed.

You liked the rain, it was okay, as long as you stay dry, it made the plants smell nice and you had the perfect excuse to borrow one of Jasper's sweaters.

You looked down at the sweater you are currently wearing, it still smelled like your boyfriend's cologne and he always hold a scent of old leather, like an old book.

You stayed still on the side walk while your eyes looked up, waiting for the light to turn red, you were tapping your fingers to the sound of the music on your headphones, you heard a car stoping right infront of you, a familiar grey car.

"Need a ride, handsome?" Jasper greeted you with a small smirk, you waved at him and nodded, you quickly walked around the car and got on the seat.

"Hi, Jazz." You spoke softly, the vampire smiled and leaned to kiss your lips before his eyes got on the road again.

"You could have told me to pick you up, sugar." Jasper said softly, you took off your headphones and looked at him.

"I had planned to walk today because—rain." You explained, Jasper nodded, a couple of raindrops were starting to fall.

Jasper knows you and cars don't mix, and you hate when you have to take the bus or a long road trip when it's raining, it makes you extremely anxious.

But you trust him to drive you around.

The vampire smiled when he noticed you tapped your thighs with your fingers as you looked at the windshield, looking how the small rain drops falled on the glass.

You started to talk about your morning, what you had for breakfast, your dream and you finished by saying that you were hungry.

The vampire only smiled wider as he heard you talk every thought that was in your head.

Jasper felt that there was a slight change on your emotions the moment the rain got a bit louder, the vampire saw your head looking outside and how your fingers fidget with the sleeves of the sweater that he just realized was the one missing from his closet.

Your emotions peaked when you saw the car infront stopped abruptly, making Jasper to stop too, you gasped in fear and cling onto his arm. You turned around to face him, the color drained from your face, the vampire felt his dead hearth break a little.

You jumped the moment the other car's started to beep their horns.

"It's okay, pretty boy." He whispered and took your hand, he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles and you felt a wave of calmness washing over you, you took a deep breath.

"Okay." You whispered softly and placed your headphones back on your head and discreetly pick up your fidget toy from your backpack.

"You're okay, darlin'." He reassured you, you nodded and he gives your hand a soft squeeze. You nodded your head.

He gives you one last look before starting to drive again this time a bit slower until you feel at ease again.

After a couple of minutes he gently tapped your arm, you looked at him and took one headphone off.

"How about we pick up something from your favorite restaurant?" He proposed with a smirk, you smiled immediately and nodded your head in agreement before flapping your hands in excitement.

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Jasper hold you close, you were wrapped in a cozy blanket and trapped on his lap, his arms hugging your waist in a loving embrace while you finished eating your favorite food from your favorite restaurant.

The vampire looked at you, you were too focused on the television and your food, he smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

He listened to your talking about the show, it was your favorite show and it made him so happy seeing you talk about all you know about it with a huge smile on your face.

There was a flash outside the home.

And then, a loud crashing sound.

You cringed at the sound, there was a horrible tingling sensation on your body before you covered your ears.

The loud rain and the whipping sound of the air rang through your ears.

Jasper sit up straight and his hands went to your arms, his icy fingers making a soothing movement in your skin.

There was another loud crash and you cringed again, this time you audibly whined and Jasper felt his heart aching.

He gently sits you on the couch and used his speed to grab your headphones, you looked at him moving so fast in awe that it distracted you from the storm for a second.

Jasper placed the headphones on your head and smiled softly.

"Everything okay? Need anythin'?" He asked softly, you shaked your head no and he lean over to kiss your lips, the vampire pulled away and walked over the windows, closing the curtains.

"You're okay, darlin'. Nothing will hurt you." Jasper reassured you before sitting down at your side and hold your hand.

"I don't like thunder." You murmured, sounding like you were about to cry, he kissed your cheek.

"I know, my darlin'. You're safe here with me, okay?" He spoke gently, you nodded and his arms wrapped around your waist again, his head nuzzling in your shoulder making you chuckle softly.

"I won't let anything hurt you, my love." Jasper spoke softly and kissed your cheek again making you smile faintly, you were still a little shaken.

"Okay." Was all that you said, he knew his words went straight to your hearth, you were blushing and clearly flustered.

You meet his gaze and leaned over, you looked like you wanted to say more but instead you choose to close the small gap between your lips and his, he gladly kissed you back.

"I love you, Jazz." You whispered softly, feeling a between shy and confident at your words. Jasper smiled and kissed you again. You don't say it that much, not because you don't love him of course.

"I love you too, pretty boy." He whispered back and place you back on his lap and wrapping you again on that cozy blanket.

The rain was loud but you didn't care now that Jasper had you feeling all safe and warm.

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[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

A little kid on the bus this afternoon came up to me and said he loved my shirt (It has a big pink skull on it) and gave me a hug while his mum was like 'I swear he's not being creepy.', obviously worried I was going to freak out. Which, first of all, he's like six. Six-year-olds as a general rule can't be creepy unless they're slowly singing nursery rhymes in extremely posh English accents. Second, he'd been vocal stimming and popping and happy flapping the whole trip and we started popping to each other. When I happy flapped in response to his hug, his face lit right up.

I understand why his mum was worried, though. I was the only white-ish person on the bus, so she must have been thinking I was going to pitch a fit, and I hate that that's something she needs to worry about. Black autistic kids are already expected to regulate their behaviours a hell of a lot more than even NT white kids to stay safe. I'll be damned if I'm going to help perpetuate the idea that a little Black kid is scary or dangerous for any reason, least of all because they were just doing what autistic kids do. Whether that's having no volume control when they loudly tell someone on the bus that their shirt makes them happy, or having a meltdown because they're overstimulated in a mall.

[autistpride]

Autism Acceptance

CAMP AU

Prompt day 1: April 1

word count 1340

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus did not want to go to day camp. But his parents would not hear his no. They insisted that it would be good for him to learn these life skills and it was just during the day for the month of June. He would go after breakfast and be back home before supper, the same hours as the school day. It was even at his highschool, so he would know the building and where everything was.

But he still was adamant that he did not want to go. He wanted to stay home and read his books, draw, and listen to music and his videos. He wanted to play with his legos. Yes they absolutely needed to be reorganised again, this time by the number of studs instead of by colour like his mum had helped him do years ago.

Who needs to learn to ride a bike, make a sandwich, swim, do washing, or tie his shoes anyways?! He could keep wearing his velcro ones and when would he ever care to use a bike. He was perfectly fine not going in the gross water at the pool or the beach or the lake or wherever they were at. He liked playing in the water during the summer, but he much preferred the sprinkler or the kiddie pool that his parents set up each year in the back garden.

Remus grumbled and made his displeasure known the whole time his mum was packing his snack and lunch and putting them, his rescue meds, and his favourite book and his taggie in his backpack.

He frowned when his dad made a joke about him wearing the same grey hoodie and blue knitted stocking cap in the middle of summer but he wore them anyways like he always did.

He wore his headphones over his ears and clung to his stuffed kitty as he waited outside their small home for the bus to arrive to take him to the first day of the worst summer of his life.

Sirius did not want to attend the life skills camp. What a waste of a perfectly good summer in which he could be tanning, swimming, bowling, or at the arcade. Hell Sirius could even just spend it sleeping in and getting laid.

James however talked him into it. James had said it would look good on their college applications to have volunteer hours on there and this would be a good cause to support.

The camp needed peer mentors to partner with the disabled students as a “buddy” while they learned to do things that would help them be more independent. So Sirius packed his lunch and tossed it and a few bottles of water into his bag, started his bike, and rode to the public school that he had never attended.

When he arrived he was lucky no one was able to see through the visor of his helmet as his face contorted to one of shock and slight disgust. The school was a two story brick building obviously made in the early 1900s. The white paint on the window frames was chipped and peeling and the sign out front had obviously been the newest thing about the entire facility. He parked, locked his helmet up, slung his bag over his shoulder and pocketed his keys as he headed to meet with James, sign in, get his name tag, and find out which poor sod he would be partnered with.

Sirius was now the official buddy of someone named Remus Lupin. Poor boy had parents similar to him, giving a kid an unusual name like that. He was given a little “about me” about Remus to look over before the attendees arrived on the bus in twenty minutes.

Remus was autistic. He carried around a stuffed cat named Pandy that he had had since he was a toddler. His hat and hoodie were comfort items and he did not need to take them off unless he wanted to. He hated his clothes getting wet, getting his hands dirty, and did not like some activities due to sensory aversion like paint, mud, playdough, glue, or slime. He loved to read and build with legos. He also loved music and hummed and sang songs he liked. He hated loud noises and wore headphones, but he vocally stimmed loudly and liked to script his favourite films. James explained that stimmed or stimming was a repetitive movement or noise that served a purpose, often to help regulate. Remus also had epilepsy and would have emergency medication with him in case he had a seizure. Sirius wasn’t sure that he would be a good fit. He knew nothing about autism or epilepsy. But he wanted to make it work and he was determined. He had never been a quitter. So he read everything he could find quickly on his phone and prepared for the bus to arrive.

Remus had counted the turns of the familiar route while his legs bounced and his little hand man jumped over the cars and people and signs they passed. When the bus came to a halt, Remus stayed seated until most of the students had left and Ms Hootch came over and told him he could unbuckle like she always did. Ms Hootch had been his driver ever since he could remember. He liked her and the other students didn’t be mean to Remus on the bus because she wouldn’t let anyone feel sad on her bus.

He unbuckled and he stood, grabbed his bag and carefully put it on before clutching Pandy to his chest and walking to the exit. He slowly went down the stairs and was met by his friend Minnie. She was his helper, but she was still his friend. With her was another boy. He was the prettiest boy Remus had ever seen. He had long dark hair and even wore sparkles on his eyes!

“Remus, this is Sirius. He will be your buddy for camp this summer,” Minnie said with a smile.

“You're pretty and shiny like a disco ball,” Remus said.

The boy, Sirius, laughed. “Thanks I think.”

“You're welcome” Remus replied nonchalantly before looking at Sirius’ outfit. He was wearing a band tee with one of Remus’ favourite bands on it and Remus squealed loud and high pitched.

Remus started to sing one of the songs from the album and thought maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad summer after all.

Sirius had waited while students climbed down off the bus when he was approached by a stern looking woman.

“Sirius Black?” she asked in a no nonsense tone.

“Yes.”

“I am Minerva. I am one of Remus’ teachers. I’ll come with you to introduce you both and will be close by during the days while you both are here in case he needs anything. You can come to me at any point if you need help.”

Minerva motioned for him to move forward. There was no one around the door to the bus anymore and all the other students and their partners, including James, had already made their way inside to do the welcome games.

Sirius was surprised when a tall, gorgeous boy stepped into view and down the stairs. His smile when he saw Minerva was breathtaking.

Sirius listened as Minerva introduced him and laughed in surprise when Remus called him pretty like a disco ball. That had to be the weirdest compliment he had ever received but he liked it.

Remus’ squeal startled him at first and he jumped at the sudden noise right near his ears but resisted the urge to yell out. Minerva gave him a look of approval at that and he felt a sense of pride that he did something right.

However, what shocked him the most was to hear Remus begin to sing his favourite song. His voice was enough to make Sirius think he had heard angels. He grinned and began to hum along.

Maybe this would be a great summer after all.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Hey I got an idea for a fic.

How about Charlie asking Vaggie to let her preen her wings since she noticed they were a bit dirty and had some loose feathers. Vaggie lets her do it and since the feeling is very relaxing and calming she ends up regressing?

Here you go!

t’was about a week after the big battle between heaven and hell’s famous hazbin hotel. Everyone was still recovering from injuries, mental fatigue, and grief. Charlie was laying in bed with her girlfriend one morning. She was up before her, surprisingly. However, she came to realize that ever since she got her wings back, they would pop out whenever she would experience a big emotion. So the fact that they were out made Charlie frown. Had Vaggie suffered through another nightmare and didn’t wake her up? However, these concerned thoughts were distracted by the fact that vaggie’s wings were…filthy. There was dirt and rocks in them, and the feathers looked to be molting. She brushed her fingers through them and a couple fell out. Doing this caused Vaggie to stir awake.

“Oops, sorry, did i wake you?” Charlie asked. Vaggie yawned and sat up and stretched.

“No, no, It’s alright. I need to get up anyways,” She replied. Unconsciously, she itched part of her wing. She had been trying to hide how uncomfortable they were feeling mainly because she had a hard time preening by herself. When she was in heaven, they would have group preenings and it would be really nice and relaxing. Like getting a head massage.

“Hey, I had a question,” Charlie asked.

“Shoot” 

“Can I preen your wings? They just look really uncomfortable and itchy.” She winced to add to her concern for the wings.

“Uh, I guess so,” Vaggie answered. Charlie went over to grab the trash can, a sponge, and some wing oil. She would first do the normal preening and then do a little wipe down with a wet sponge, just to clean up all the nooks and crannies. Then she would apply the oil.

Vaggie sat at the foot of the bed while Charlie sat behind her. She started to brush her fingers through, pulling the loose feathers out as she did so and throwing them in the trash. It first startled vaggie but then it turned into relaxation. She had forgotten how good it felt.

As Charlie continued to preen, Vaggie was at ease. So much so that she had unknowingly slipped, due to the happy nostalgic feeling she was getting. She started to yearn for her raccoon plushy and went to go grab him.

“Hold on just a sec, I need to finish this, Hon” Charlie told her.

“Bu’ I wan my waccoon!” Vaggie whined. Charlie, sensing she was little, stopped what she was doing and stuck an arm under the bed and pulled out Randy the Raccoon.

“Here you go, baby. Now, I just need you to stay still for me, alright?” Charlie said.

“Mkay,” 

Vaggie petted her plush and cuddled it until Charlie was done preening. It was now time for the sponge bath. When Charlie ran the cold, damp sponge through her wings, she flinched.

“Is cold!” Vaggie whimpered.

“I know baby, but i gotta clean these. Then, we will put the oil on,” Charlie explained.

Before long, the sponge bath was over and it was time for the oil. Vaggie really wanted to lay down and have some tummy time or cuddle but Charlie still needed to apply the oil. She waited very patientl-

“Awe we done yet?” Vaggie had said for the thousandth time.

“No, sweetie, i still have the next wing to do.” Charlie told her once more. The girl was becoming restless, wanting to lay down or cuddle. 

Sighing, Charlie got up and dug through Vaggie’s little bag. She came back with a baby fidget cube and her pacifier. She clipped it to her little one’s shirt and handed her the cube. 

The sensory stim toy definitely bought Charlie a few more minutes. She may have rushed the other wing. But it was mainly so that Vaggie wouldn’t have a long time waiting. She applied the oil once drying it with a soft towel. Vaggie was still occupied with her fidget and managed to survive until she was done.

“All done, baby!” Charlie announced. Vaggie happily flapped her clean wings before making them disappear in their pocket dimension. She tackled Charlie into a cuddle attack. Charlie giggled and gently played with vaggie’s hair. They cuddled until it was eventually time for Charlie to start the day. Luckily, the hotel residents didn’t mind having a Little Vaggie tag along.

[oolathurman]

1st anniversary party of Stim Please and Down With Sith Bus!

Last year I was finally fed up enough with how white and how ableist swtor and its fandom has been, and I created the pub side guild <Stim Please> and its sister guild <Down With Sith Bus> on Star Forge. This year, we're hosting a giveaway for guild members!

Each faction will hold a giveaway for Secret Items TM, and each faction will have three prizes each. After the giveaway we'll play hide-and-seek on the flagships. (Don't have to be there if you don't want to!) Giveaways starts at 4pm pst (7pm est and 11pm gmt). Imp side giveaway will be Saturday and Pub side is Sunday.

Come join the party! DM me on tumblr or discord (also 'oolathurman') for an invite to the discord server. Once you're familiarized with the rules, I can send out guild invites c:

[harmless--dreamer]

I should draw my clone squad OCs that I have along with their Jedi General. Don't get attached because all bar one are dead.

ALSO I KNOW ONE IS UNFORTUNATELY ACCIDENTALLY A CANON NAME I STOLE. I tried to Google as many of them as possible but I gave up because being a teacher is tiring as hell. Also there's like 6.2 million clones so chances are a couple of names got repeated.

The squad itself is split into a few different batches. The first set of batch brothers are Seven, Stims, Static, Base and Glint. Click joined separately after his initial batch died. The second batch of brothers were Storm, Rogue, Torch. Their other batchmates were reassigned after their first few postings. They're a small team, just them and their Jedi (then later, also, their Padawan), so no big ship or thousands of troopers- just a smaller elite squad.

Here's the squad anyway:

Commander: Seven

Sev is firm but fair. He was in a relationship with their Jedi prior to his death. It was well known amongst their squad but not outside of it. They all kept the secret. Seven is a good soldier and a better leader. He cares deeply for all of his brothers. He was the clear leader out of his batchmates and was always fascinated by the Jedi. His fascination led to a desire to work harder to be at their side.

He got close to their Jedi over time, nights spent doing paperwork or days in the med bay together. Eventually his squad realised he was into him and started teasing him, which led to their Jedi finding out. They took some time navigating the power dynamics, but eventually settled. Seven was a father figure to their Padawan and tried to keep her out of trouble, especially trouble the vode tried to drag her into. Seven had many a grey hair from his brothers antics- both him and Stims were going grey and they commiserated together. Stims would often complain that he had it worse, since he also had to deal with Seven and their Jedi being insufferable lovebirds.

Sev dies protecting his squad, his Jedi and his padawan. Not that he succeeds, because his squad (bar two and the jedi padawan pair) all die.

Medic: Stims

Stims is harsh and blunt. He takes no shit and has no time for it. He is kind, deep down, but he hides behind his outward persona of Tired Grumpy Medic. He absolutely would die for his brothers and their general and padawan. He does everything he can for his brothers and takes their health very seriously. Even if that means throwing a ration bar at their head because they haven't eaten yet today, the whole time muttering angrily about the headache they're giving him. He's honestly a massive grumpy bastard, but he's their massive grumpy bastard who loves them.

He's one of the only survivors from the attack that kills his squad, but he's presumed dead- taken as a POW by the Separatists. When he's eventually found, his Jedi has left the order, his padawan is a criminal, and only his youngest squad mate survived. The medical care he managed to apply while dying himself saved a few of them.

Assistant Medic: Storm

Storm was softer than Stims. While Stims will throw a nutrient block at your head, Storm would hand it to you and give you a short lecture- threatening to tell Stims if you don't get everything back in order. He was a regular trooper before he approached Stims asking for further med training. Stims was more than happy to have someone else to help out around the med bay. He would spoil their Padawan and got on best with the ""youngsters"" (himself, Torch and Rogue).

Demo Expert: Torch

Torch was... A little bit of chaos. He enjoyed explosions and fires and will take any opportunity to explode the clankers. He wanted to make a fire hot enough to melt the clankers. He was a bad influence on their Padawan along with Glint and Rogue. He'd make any excuse to start a fire or an explosion, often arguing for blowing a base up rather than leaving it to stand. He got drunk the easiest out of his brothers.

Stealth Expert: Rogue

Rogue was quieter but arguably the most feral of the bunch. When their general would get himself hurt doing force knows what to save their asses, he'd be the one curled up at the foot of the bed like a cat. He walked near silently and would frequently do so to scare his brothers. He was not above biting and would play dirty to win a fight. While his main skills lay in all things stealth, he was a heavy hitter and could absolutely handle the clankers. He always indulged their Padawan and would assist her with any pranks she wanted to pull. No questions asked.

Tech and Comms Expert: Static

Static buzzed constantly. Either he'd be making low grade chatter, constantly narrating his work under his breath, or his many tools would. He wasn't the most overly energetic, but when he was excited by something he would practically vibrate. He was more of a constant, low grade energy- like static on a TV screen, there and buzzing along constantly. He made the prosthetics for their Padawan and general, with the help of Click and Stims. He could hack into whatever they needed and could make whatever they needed with the help of Glint or Click. Ironically, Static was best friends with Stims because the medic said he gave him the least headaches.

Sniper and Weapons Expert: Click

Click could sometimes be rowdy and loud, despite being a sniper. On missions, he'd be serious and composed, the only sound you'd hear from him being the click of his blasters or mission critical information. Outside of missions? He was active, sometimes boisterous, and cared deeply for his family. He was one of the more tactile brothers and would often lean on the others or casually sling an arm around them. He was closest to Seven, Static and Stims. Often his work would coincide with the four of them so they naturally drifted close- despite him technically being one of the younger crew. Seven trusted him with difficult missions and would consult the trio whenever he needed advice. Click did however swear he hated children, and initially avoided their Padawan like the plague. He was a liar and they ended up getting on well- but he was more reserved around her. His voice is one of the deepest out of his squad, and when he wasn't overly excited it was fairly quiet- but full of emotion and well animated.

Heavy Weapons Unit: Base

Base was a little larger than your average clone trooper, always spending his time trying to get stronger and stronger. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but he was kind and loved his brothers. He doted on their Padawan, always willing to drop everything to help her. He's everyone's friend, always happy to help. Even if it was helping Torch set some recreational fires- though he was most often helping Glint or Stims and Storm. He did like to tease the shinies by scaring them with stories of their Jedi. One particular time when Hazard joined them, after Glint's death, he tried to scare the shiny by talking about how their general lost his arm. He also has what is widely considered the most ugly armour, since they all paint it themselves and Base isn't much of an artist.

Engineering Expert: Glint

The first to fall, Glint died prior to the mission that saw the entire squad wiped out. I wish I could say he died a hero's death, that he went down protecting his brothers like Base did, or Click, or Rogue, but he didn't. It was an unlucky shot, a stray blaster bolt catching him in the neck. There was nothing Stims could do, except heed his brother's last wishes. Glint couldn't talk, given he was rapidly losing oxygen and blood, but he held Stims hands and fixed him with such a fierce look- mouthing "look after them" desperately with tears in his eyes. Before his death, he would indulge their Padawan's every whim and was fiercely protective of his brothers. If Seven or Stims wasn't free to mediate a problem, he'd be the one.

After Glint died he was replaced by Hazard. Hazard is my partner's OC (<3). He's the only other survivor other than Stims.

[spookymultimedia]

My crat headcannons/objectum Craig Tucker headcannons

-Craig Tucker is objectum and feels attraction towards his hat. Just like how people crushes can be, it started out as a childhood crush and became more intimate as he got older

- his hat was his comfort item as an autistic child. He wore it every day and slept with it every night. Not only wearing it to bed but literally snuggling the thing.

- He's very sensitive about people touching his hat; only certain people are allowed. If you try to snatch his hat off, he will hit you. Once his hat went missing during a field trip and he had a meltdown and refused to get on the bus until he got his hat back. When he did get it back he hugged and kissed it before putting it back on. Other kids called him a bratty asshole for making a huge fuss over a cheap hat he could easily replace.

-Craig has a habit of getting his hat strings wet from drying after a bath or after being in the rain, and he sucks the water out of the strings, which Clyde and Tweek find disgusting. He also chews on his hat strings sometimes. It's how he stims sometimes. At least until he got proper chewlery, then he grew out of that habit.

-he's not posic or anything but one of his favorite movies are The Brave Little Toaster trilogy. It's his comfort movies. It affirmed his objectum feelings and the desire to use objects as long as possible so they can feel loved and cherished.

-Craig has a small collection of stuffed animals he loves. As a teen he felt a little insecure that he still felt attached to them and would be seen as immature. Craig built up the courage to bring his stuffed animals on dates with Tweek. If Tweek catches you snickering at Craig he will give you an icy cold death glare.

On a date at the zoo Tweek baught him a stuffed Cappybarra that he named Cappy. He treats it like its their child and gives it a little kiss on the head before going to sleep.

-When he got into homestuck he trusted Michael with his hat to sew troll horns on it. He was happy to give his hat a cute makeover.

-he kept his hat long after he outgrew it and refused to give it away. He took it with him when he moved out.

-Craig doesn't name his hat, its just his hat and he uses it/it's for it.

-as a young adult he decided to finally admit he was objectum to Tweek Tweak. Tweek was confused and concerned but was supportive nonetheless. His concerns went away after a week of asking questions and having an open conversation about it. He saw how happy Craig was about his hat and accepted it. Craig loves to see Tweek wear his hat, it makes him happy. Sometimes he likes to make out with Tweek while he's wearing his hat.