Has it been done yet?
do you ever look at Successful™ people your age and feel like you’re just floating your way thru life like a very bewildered and directionless bumblebee
meet me in the parking lot and watch me beat the shit out of this painting
hello! I don’t know if anyone has already made a post about this before, but I just stumbled upon this app made specifically for when you’ve gone into a nonverbal anxiety attack!!!
it was made by Jeroen De Busser who is an autistic computer science student.
the app is really easy to use! all you do is open it and hand your phone to someone you need to communicate with during an attack but physically cannot, and it shows this cool little alert for the person to read, and then it takes them to an easy to use chat (that looks a lot like texting! except both of you are communicating using the same device).
the alert message is completely customizable and you can have it say whatever you need!
the app is called Emergency Chat and it’s available in the Apple Store and google play store.
I highly recommend it to anyone who might need it :)
OH MY GOD?!?!?? BOOST
That’s so bootiful!
thank you so much for this because i never know what to do when i cant talk to people and they just start trying to ask me questions and its really hard to force myself to say i cant talk and stuff. im definately getting this right now
I just had to put my love for your brainwashed!Ford AU into words, so I wrote this ficlet. There’s some angst. I hope you like it!
Ford threw himself on his knees before Bill.
“Forgive me, my lord, for I have sinned,” he whispered hoarsely, bowing his head with shame and regret. “I have these… these memories of breaking my sacred vow to you. It’s true, isn’t it? I swore to remain by your side until the end of time… and then I turned my back on you.”
Bill didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds and Ford started trembling. He didn’t dare look up at him.
“You did,” Bill finally said.
Dizzy, Ford braced himself against the ground. He tried to remember what he had done, and why. All he could recall was renouncing Bill. Such blasphemy.
“Forgive me!” he pleaded, raising his voice to drown out the sound of his own rapid heartbeat hammering in his ears. “I will accept any punishment you consider appropriate.”
He feared that Bill would strike him and flinched when he put a hand on his head. But his god’s touch remained gentle.
“How could I punish my most loyal devotee?” he asked. The words made Ford shiver with pleasure and pride, and he relaxed a little. “Yes, you betrayed me, but you have returned to me. You have been nothing but faithful ever since. And you plan on keeping it that way, right?”
“Of course!” Ford exclaimed breathlessly.
“Then you are forgiven,” Bill said. “Now, look at me.”
Ford raised his head and looked Bill in the eye, smiling in relief. But when Bill cupped his cheek with his other hand, Ford broke his gaze, flustered.
“I am not worthy of your mercy,” he murmured, Bill’s cool fingers burning against his flushed skin, “or your touch.”
“On the contrary,” his god said and brushed his thumb over Ford’s willingly parted lips, “you’re the only one who is.”
UM….THIS IS PERFECT?
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