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Ok, so I don't want to sound dumb or offensive or anything (I'm just really really curious) but when you tag something as a stim thing, well - can you define that for me? Idk, I always find them oddly relaxing and have started following some of the blogs that you reblog from, but I'm still not 100% sure what it is? :/

It’s okay! Don’t be afraid of asking what something means, we all learn everything from someone else ^-^

I am not really sure I can give you an accurate definition, I’d recommend you turn to someone running a blog focused specifically on stimming, autism or neurodivergent issues in general as they’re probably going to use the right words :)

Anyway, as far as I know the word stim (with the verb stimming) comes from “stimulus/stimulation” and is generally used in regards to behaviors mostly found in neurodivergent people (autistic people, people with anxiety, people with adhd, but also people with different kinds of disabilities). It is an umbrella term for many kinds of different stimuli (visual, auditory, tactile, motor, etc) that can have a generally positive effect on the brain, like relaxing/calming or channelling emotions, not necessarily negative (for instance, if a person is feeling strong enthusiasm or happiness, stimming can be an outlet to express those emotions - I believe it’s fundamentally a mechanism for the brain not to be overloaded). It’s important for a neurodivergent person to be able to stim freely because otherwise it can cause distress and anxiety, as long as the specific stim isn’t harmful to them or others.

I think that in psychiatry the definition of stimming refers to the repetitive motions (like flapping your hands, rocking your body, repeating words or sentences etc) that are exhibited by many autistic people, but the neurodivergent community recognizes many other kinds of stims (not necessarily all positive, for instance kinds of self harming could be a stim for some people). If you look up stimming on tumblr, you mostly get videos and gifs of slime, paint mixing etc partly because they’re popular right now, partly because they’re easy to film and put online, but they’re not the only kinds of stims.

I hope this helped! I still recommend to look up some resources written by someone more competent than me, also everyone is invited to add or correct what I’ve written :)

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trenchcoatangel replied to your post: I’ve been up for like 10 minutes, and Mr. Mittens...

I can! And I tell anyone that ever shows even the slightest interest in sheer folding! Why would you ever deny it!

EXACTLY! It's more thrilling than being able to pull a bouquet of flowers out of your sleeve.

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It’s out of season now but here is story number four’s cover art!

Author: TrenchCoatAngels

Story:Merry Christmas Winchester

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New one shot coming out soon with a couple I haven’t written for in a while (and I have never posted anything for ever). Stay tuned! ~Cinnamon (Cover art: me w/ Canva)

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Ao3 Update

Hello there! If you read fanfiction from this blog on AO3 then this is important information for you! The AO3 profile has also moved! You can now find your favorite (or not so so favorite who knows) fanfics of mine here:

http://archiveofourown.org/users/Trench_Coat_Angels

Thank you for your support!

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Who’s The Cutest?

Summary: Your 2-year-old daughter, Harley, has been having horrible fits lately, after exhausting all your options, you finally turn to Sam for some help. 

Pairing(s): Sam x reader, daughter Harley, mentions of Uncle Dean 

Warnings: None besides, tooth-rotting fluff, and some implied near the end ;) 

Small note: This is based off a cute ass video I saw on IG, and I could NOT get this idea out of my head! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

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I could feel tears in my eyes as I stared at my daughter, her lungs projecting the loudest screams she could muster while large tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. “Pumpkin, please,” I whispered as her echoing choked sobs turned into hiccups, only to break back into chest rattling and head-throbbing cries. 

“Harley, baby, what’s wrong, please tell momma,” I moved closer, gently grabbing her wrist only to quickly release it as she yanked away and placing it in her lap as she continued to wail. Sam and Dean had been gone for little more than a week, and this was the longest Har hasn’t seen her daddy… “Har, come on, daddy and uncle Dean will be back any day now!” I sighed, scrubbing at my face as I grumbled small curses to Sam for making her a daddy’s girl. 

“Want dada! Want dada!” Har began to chant between cries, I slumped against the sofa, one of my hands resting on her leg as she suddenly went quiet, soft hiccups breaking through her sniffling. Craning my neck, I looked up at her with softening eyes, my short nails dragging across her calf in a soothing manner. She turned her head, flashing me those big doe eyes that resembled those of her father’s -- that gorgeous sunflower pattern hidden behind a layer of tears. “Baby, I promise, daddy’s going to be home so soon that you’ll forget all about these fits,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb down her leg as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to sniffle, shaking her head. 

“Oh, mighty God, smite me now!” I rolled my head onto the couch cushion, swallowing thickly as I cracked open one of my eyes, seeing Harley sitting with her little lips pursed into a pout while her little cheeks glowed red; I couldn’t fight back a small chuckle. 

She turned her head towards me, furrowing her small brows before crawling towards me, tilting her head like she’s seen her uncle Cas do more times than I could count. “What’s funny?” 

“You are, baby girl,” I smirked as she gasped, clambering to take the mountain climb down off of the couch as I reached over, placing a hand on her bottom to help her as her little feet hit the carpet. 

“I’s not funny!” She stomped as I smirked, cocking a brow and turning my body towards her, resting my elbow on the couch whilst resting my cheek against my palm. “I say you are,” she gently huffed, shaking her braids around with a pout. 

“Nuh-huh!” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“No, momma!” She growled, making me chuckle again when the iron door above us creaked open, revealing two overly worked hunters trudging in. My lips tore into a smile as I stood, as Harley stood in front of me, staring up as she watched her uncle and father descend down the stairwell. 

“Momma!” She snapped her head towards me as I nodded, smiling as she broke into a little run towards her father. I walked behind her, leaning against the back of the couch as they stopped, Sam’s tired face quickly breaking into the largest grin, crouching down as Harley slammed into his chest. 

“Dada!” She squealed as he stood, holding her close against his chest as he peppered light kisses all over her rosy face. Her small squeals welcomed after the hours of crying she had just done. Dean grinned at the sight, stealing a kiss on the cheek from his niece as he moved away, allowing Sam to take the time with his daughter as she began to bombard him with questions about his “trip”. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you feelin’ alright? Lookin’ a little more beat than us.” Dean half-grinned as I scoffed, moving close and hugging him tightly as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “‘M fine… Harley, however,” I sighed as he nodded, frowning as I pulled away, rubbing at my eyes with my palms. I felt a squeeze from behind, turning my head, I caught Sam’s lips as they crashed into me, making me grin as he slowly pulled away yet he kept his forehead pressed to mine. 

“Hi,” he whispered as Dean slowly left, taking the duffel bags with him as I grinned, looking up through my eyelashes. 

“Hey,” I glanced towards our daughter, smirking as I noticed the slight pout tugging on her lips. “I don’t think someone likes momma getting all the attention.” Sam frowned before looking at Harley, a small smile on his lips as he used his free hand to tickle her stomach, causing her to squeal and grab at his hands. 

“What’s the matter with you, Har?” 

“Momma mean,” she pouted more, puckering her lips as I rolled my lips together, fighting back a smile as Sam shot me a look as I shrugged gently. “Ooh, is she now? Why was momma being mean?” 

“She says I funny!” She waved her arms around as Sam adjusted her, his lips still in a large smile as I moved towards the couch settling on it as he moved towards me, settling onto the couch as Har crossed her arms. 

“But, Har, you are!” 

“That’s mean,” she huffed as Sam frowned, glancing at me as I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing at them as his frowned deepened. I felt the couch shift, making me open my eyes to see Har settled on his lap. 

“Har, I want you to try something with me, okay?” Sam asked, sending her a gentle smile as she squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she slowly nodded. “Good, alright, so after everything I say, I want you to say ‘me’ in the loudest voice you can!” Sam threw one arm over the edge of the couch, exaggerating his words as she giggled, nodding. 

“Alright, who’s the best helper?” 

“Me!” 

“Good! Okay, okay, who’s the funniest?” 

“Me!” 

“Awesome, Har! Who’s the most creative?” 

“Me!” Harley’s grin split across her face, almost reaching her ears as Sam nodded, himself grinning larger than the sun. I cozied up on the couch as I watched, seeing my baby girl finally laughing and smiling made all those days and hours of her crying or missing her daddy worth it. 

“Alright, Har, this last one is a big one, you ready?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Alright, out of all of the girls on this planet Earth, and there have been billions, who’s the cutest?” 

“Me! Me, me, me! I’m cutest!” Harley screeched as she jumped up, her little arms and legs kicking around as Sam held her up, allowing her to wiggle in mid-air as I watched in glee. I felt as if I were floating on cloud nine… 

“That’s right! You’re the cutest, my little Harley!” Sam grinned, tossing her up as she screamed, laughter arising from her mouth as I sighed, just allowing them to soak in their time together. I glanced up to see Dean leaning against the doorway, my lips tugging into a grin as I gently elbowed Sam, who snapped his head towards me as I nodded towards his older brother. “Har, baby girl, I think Uncle Dean needs some loving too.” I whisper-shouted as Harley snapped her head around, her braids flying as she wiggled in her father’s hands, him quickly setting her down as she took off towards her uncle, who scooped her up and tickled her sides, another squeak echoing around the bunker as Dean nodded to me, taking Harley back to his “man cave” which was made into her playroom. 

Groaning, I sunk further into the couch as I felt an arm wrap around me, making me peel open one of my eyes as I glanced up to see Sam smirking down at me. I moved closer, snuggling into his side as he leaned down, pressing his lips to my head as I grinned. 

“I’ve missed you so much, babe… I just- I’m sorry we were gone for so long.” Sam sighed, his voice low as I hummed, playing with his flannel as I looked up, feeling sleep slowly take over as I moved closer into my man’s arms. 

“It’s fine, Sammy… I’m just happy you and Dean are back safely, especially because that little girl needed her daddy.” I grinned as Sam scoffed, his arm squeezing me closer as a content sigh left my lips. 

“What about you…?” His voice grew low as I craned my neck, biting back the smirk as I moved to sit up some. I tugged on the ears of his flannel, making him sit up and away from the back of the sofa, his lips pulled into a smirk as I gently kissed at his jawline before moving up, pressing my lips against his warm, soft yet dry lips. Moving in sync as his hand came to rest on my hip, making me grin into the kiss, him moving and deepening it. 

“I definitely needed my Sammy back,” I murmured, leaning down and pressing a few feather-like kisses to his throat as he tilted his head, allowing me access while his hand moved up and down my side, the other resting on my ass. “Those two weeks were chaos without you, for me and for Harley,” I whispered against his Adam’s apple, causing it to bob as he gently squeezed, making me sit up. 

“Well, have no fear, your knight in flannel is here,” he grinned as I rolled my eyes, pressing my chest against his and slowly reaching up, wrapping the collar of his flannel around my hands as I tugged him forward, our noses pressed together as I smirked. 

“Thank the highest of heavens, I don’t believe I could’ve lasted another week,” I grinned as he pressed forward, his hips pistoned up as I broke our kiss to give him a breathy moan. He smirked, leaning forward and sloppily leaving open mouth kisses on my throat, sucking and biting at my special spot. 

Suddenly, Sam stood making me squeal as he pressed me tighter against him before quickly moving towards our bedroom, I couldn’t hold back the giggles as he quickly threw open our door, and lightly kicked it behind him. My back met the cushion of our bed with a bounce, I grinned up at my husband. 

“Who’s the cutest wife in the world?” Sam leaned down, nibbling at my jaw and throat as I sighed, allowing my eyes to flutter shut. 

“Me.”

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Well, it’s not Part 11, but I hope it’s good! 

Hope you guys enjoyed this! 

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Radiohead cross-stitch:

Weird Fishes stitched by emullig2

When I am King stitched by emullig2

In Rainbows stitched by emullig2

In Rainbows stitched by trenchcoatangel

In Rainbows stitched by quine3

Radiohead band members stitched by Elsa Hansen

Thom Yorke

Thom Yorke stitched by projectnaughty

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Supernatural based Demigirl flags (With and without anti-possession symbol, based on the most recent season opening) and Castiel based Pansexual flag! (From Supernatural) ^^ For @destiel-trenchcoatangel Hope you like them!

Requests are closed as of now, But I will open them up again when I get home~

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Here is another one I did!

Author:TrenchCoatAngels

Story: Under The Sea

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Melodies of the Soul

Summary: Soul has always had trouble expressing his feelings, especially for his girlfriend, Maka, opting for the cool guy persona he wears so well. What happens when his relationship is threatened because of  inability to tell her how much he actually cares?

*Cover art: Trenchcoatangels w/ Canva

**Based on a variation of a life experience I have had recently.

Rating: K+

Pairing: Soul x Maka

Fandom: Soul Eater

A/N:Hey guys! I’m sorry I fell of the face of the earth there for a while, I got super duper busy. I was also stuck in writer's block. I finally got out of it though! There is a little sentiment behind this story. While it’s mostly fiction, the playlist mentioned in it is not. Soul’s problem is actually something I struggle with with my boyfriend, so I made a playlist for both of us to add onto. Without further ado, here is the story!

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Soul always had a hard time conveying his emotions. He figured showing emotions that didn’t match with the natural cool aura he liked to give off weren’t worth his time. This wasn’t to say he was a heartless person, not by a long shot. He cared about his friends deeply, if someone threatened or hurt them they were going to face his wrath. But burying any emotions other than the ones that came with the persona he carried had no importance to him until he had to use them. In those moments, when he had to express how he felt the fact remained he hadn’t the slightest clue as to how. This is how he got into his current situation.

Maka was always good at expressing herself when she wanted to, especially when she was comfortable. She would tell Soul everything she loved about him if he only asked, or even when he didn’t, and expect nothing in return. He wanted to tell her all the same things but in his own words. Words he didn’t have.

Soul didn’t have the words to describe how mesmerizing her eyes looked when they hit the light just right.

He didn’t have the words to describe how he loved and admired her intelligence despite his outward indifference when it was most clearly shown.

He didn’t have the words to describe how he loved how she would pass out on the couch with a book after a long day at school, or how she always looked amazing in those skirts she wears, or how he’s so grateful that she’s his best friend, and more recently his girlfriend.

Soul knew he didn’t have the words to describe anything and everything he loved about Maka, but he knew what did. Music could fill in the blanks between them. So, a couple weeks into their relationship, Soul started to compile songs into a playlist for her. He put in songs from their first date, their first dance, songs that he heard on the radio that reminded him of her, songs that were able to say the things he was never able to articulate. He continued to save it and add to it until he felt it was the right time to reveal it to her.  

“God, Soul, do you even care?” Maka snapped, her frustration evident in her tone as she glared at the boy in front of her. A look of pain flashed in his eyes before he retorted just as quickly.

“Of course I care, how could you think I don’t?” He spat, pointing to himself for emphasis.

“You never show it! What am I supposed to go on, blind faith?”

“Yes!”

“No! Soul you should know that I of all people cannot do that! You have to tell me, you have to show me, or I’m going to second guess everything! I’m going to pull away, which is what you were just complaining about!” Maka shouted angrily, backing Soul up against the wall, effectively cornering him. He gulped under her heavy and angry gaze and tried his best to avert it.

“I- I don’t know how to show you,” He responded quietly, defeated by her plea. She blinked a couple times.

“What?”

“I said I don’t know how tell you. I don’t have the words like you do to tell you,” Soul confessed, sinking against the wall. His throat closed up, and he realized mortified, that he felt like he was about to cry. So uncool.

Maka’s gaze softened as she backed away slightly. She saw the emotion on his face and averted her gaze. Soul felt himself calm down as he watched her retreat.

“I-I’m sorry Soul I didn’t mean to get so angry,” she stuttered out, slowly backing away. Soul reached out and grabbed her hand gently, effectively stopping her.

“I might not know how to say it in words,” he began, swallowing hard before continuing. “But I found a different way to tell you how I feel. I was just waiting for the right time to give it to you. No time like the present I guess,” He chuckled before gently pulling her to him while pulling out his phone in the process.

“I made a playlist,” he said as he open his phone and the app he needed. He flipped the phone to face her and gave her the device.

He watched as she scrolled through the playlist, reading the titles at lightning speed. She stopped and picked one, the song immediately wafting through the speakers of the phone into the space between them.

“This was playing on our first date,” Maka whispered. Soul smiled as he listened to the lyrics. She looked up at him in surprise.

“You remember that?” She asked. He nodded, before picking a different song.

“This song was playing while we were all staying late to help set up for the school festival, remember?” Soul asked. “It was the first time you’d heard it, I think Liz put it on, and the look on your face as you listened to it was mesmerizing to me.”

The pair went on like this for a while, eventually moving over to the couch as Soul played and explained the reason behind each song, Maka’s smile never fading, only growing wider with each kind sentiment the songs expressed. Maka knew then that he cared, beyond so much as a shred of doubt.

“And the best thing about this playlist,” Soul said as the last song played. “Is that you can listen to it whenever you want, wherever you want.”

Maka looked up at him and smiled, taking his hand in hers without once looking away.

“Thank you, Soul.”

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Thank you for reading! I love all of the love you guys give so constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated.

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But you're amazing though? @llamaavocado @destiel-trenchcoatangel

shout-out to that tumblr user that you can’t believe follows you

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@godforsakenthing replied to your post: trenchcoatangel: How is Dean Winchester like a...

I’m especially proud of being singled out with this

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Hello!

I’m Cinnamon from Brownie & Cinnamon ( https://trench-coat-angels.tumblr.com/ ) and I just wanted to let you know all the fanfiction reblogged from there was written by me (edited by Brownie though) and I’m just switching accounts! If you want to follow any multi chapter stories or just prefer to read fanfiction on these sites, feel free to give Brownie and I a follow!

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TrenchCoatAngels

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/~trenchcoatangels

AO3 (currently empty but will be full soon!): http://archiveofourown.org/users/WeAreTrenchCoatAngels

Thank you! ~Cinnamon

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Yessss I love this video, everyone's reactions in the backround are golden, and the dancing is great (plus they're in heels). And "Jesus shit on a stick" is the best exclamation I've heard, thanks @destiel-trenchcoatangel

me, @thatonenerdtm, @pansexual-cat and @ghost-enby - don’t fucking deny it we’re all too gay to function

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Double Chapter Update

Chapter 6 and 7 of Finding You is here! Go take a look! (Chapter 6 has been up a while but I forgot to post it so If you wait for this to read, you now have two chapters to read!)

AO3:http://archiveofourown.org/works/7887874/chapters/18017458

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12122331/7/Finding-You

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/419107787-finding-you-chapter-7