tried to do some mindful colouring to reduce my tics and then ended up writing words as a tic instead lmao.
[image id: A notebook with a row of doodles drawn in blue pen, including five flowers, a cloud, a rose, a watering can, a coffee and a tree. Below the tree doodle is a series of words. The first and second say tree, while the next 4 are scribbled over. End ID]
So yeah I wrote tree tree and then i wrote shit and scribbled over it 4 times in a row. I promise I have a normal disorder and not just an inner rebellious 9yo.
ive never thought about this before but would owning a parrot be like actual hell with tourettes. your bird can just copy your tics and set you off at random. hey new saw trap idea
I have stumbled across your blog and might i just say that you write langdon whump so beautifully. i have a drabble/ficlet request if you would be kind enough to accept it (no pressure tho)
this is definitely just a pball acting thing but so many of langdon’s facial expressions throughout the series reminds me of my own facial tics. it would be really interesting to see a langdon au where he has tics/tourettes especially bc you already write him with adhd and they can be comorbid (me sitting here with tourettes, adhd, and ocd like 🧍).
I will scream, I'm so glad people like my silly little Langdon whump.
Ball's acting is so fun and entertaining, and absolutely I will write this.
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The after shift meetings in the park were fun, generally speaking. Today hadn't been too bad, not anything bad, just busy. Stressful.
Today wasn't a particularly active day for him, able to suppress for the most part as needed or redirect when he couldn't. He did need to take ten around the middle of the day, trying to get past a rather annoying tic that kept making him squeeze his eyes shut hard enough the lights hurt when he got control back, but other than that he was fine.
He managed.
It did mean by now, though, he was tired. Not exhausted, nothing extreme, but he was worn. Both from the general acts of the day, and from holding his hand over a leaky faucet all day.
"I think she handled it pretty well." Robby nodded solidly. They were talking about their new intern, a Cassie McKay. She was running triage and had a patient with some anger issues over his daughter not being seen. "She seems good at deescalating."
Frank hummed his agreement, taking a drink of his water. He wasn't going to even think too hard about the idea of drinking right now. "She seems good with kids, too."
"She has one, I think he's nine or ten?" Samira chimed in, glancing over at him. "I'm pretty sure that's why she's not here."
"Shame. She seems fun." He shrugged, setting his bottle back on the ground.
Tics were always an odd feeling. It kind of crawled up the side of his neck, tightening his right so his head twitched to the left once, twice, before relaxing.
"I'm sure we can get her to join someday." Samira's eyes lingered on him only a second before shifting back to Robby, taking her hair down from her clip. She cut it shorter recently.
Robby nodded, tipping his beer pointedly at her. "We wear them down eventually."
Frank nodded to him at the comment before looking to Samira. "Remember how long it took us to get you?"
"C'mon, I wasn't that bad."
"I'm pretty sure you fought me every step of the way over here about needing to study."
"I did!"
"You were an intern!"
Samira rolled her eyes upwards, trying very hard to put on an exasperated expression. She knew there wasn't much of a defense, there'd already been at least two talks about work-life balance.
He felt it in his skull this time, almost like an electromagnet being toggled on and off quickly. A rapid movement of his head rocking back, eyes squinting closed with it.
It went longer than he would've liked, sighing quietly when it finished and trying to ignore the odd kind of tenderness he could already feel. Great.
Robby glanced over at him, casual, eyebrows raised. Frank gave a small nod back, and the subject was dropped.
"I'm not that bad." Samira finally reaffirmed after a little too long, flicking her finger on the tab of her can.
"Sure, whatever you say." Frank held up his hands, getting a glare sent his way that he returned with an easy smile.
"Moving on," Robby looked between the two of them with an amused expression. "I do think McKay will fit in nicely. She's been doing good her last few weeks."
This time, he got a little warning.
His eyes unfocused, and less than a second later the previous point went again, like some kind of fucked up circuit completing again. It felt a lot more violent this time, feeling more like he was trying to crush the actual muscle of the back of his neck between his skull and spine than a simple involuntary movement.
And, it fucking hurt. Pressed right on that soft spot that was already forming, straining everything above his shoulders in a way they really weren't supposed to be.
It released like a switch flipped, and he couldn't help but cringe, closing his eyes tight for a moment and bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, trying to massage the muscles quickly becoming painful. "Ow."
"Are you okay? That looked rough." Samira's brows were lightly furrowed, watching him with genuine concern.
"Oh, yeah, I'm good." Frank rolled his shoulders back, dropping his head forward to stretch. "I think that's my cue to go home, actually."
It would just get worse, he could feel it in his throat. Suppressing all day was a nice skill to have, something he was thankful he could generally do with the bonus of medication, but once that stress pressing on him was gone?
Yeah, he wanted to get home.
He stood with a sigh, trying not to think about the headache he could already feel forming. "See you guys in, what, ten hours?"
Robby checked his watch, nodding once. "Just about."
"No rest for the wicked." Frank scooped up his backpack, giving a small wave. "See you guys."
He walked off to a small chorus of returned goodbyes, hearing the chatter pick up again behind him. Once he was out of sight, heading to the parking structure, he did rub at the base of his skull again, pressing just a little.
Yeah, that would smart the rest of the night. Fun.
