I Personally Call Them “Mr. Grabby Hands, Or Sir Grabby Hands The Third” But Claws Is What Comes

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I wonder the same shit

Is epilepsy considered neurodivergent ?? I'm epileptic and I'm genuinely trying to figure it out bc every source I look at has a different answer, some sources say it isn't, some say it is

How long is too long without sleep?

0 seconds

I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life.

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Oh! You want me? Oh Jeez... I WILL TELL YOU MY ADDRESS AND GIVE YOU ALL OF MY SOCIAL MEDIAS AND PUT UP A CAMERA IN MY OWN HOME FOR YOU!.... I'm a darling, PLEASE I'm begging.

Oh that’s why I NEEDED TO NEST four months ago 🏃💨

There's this phenomenon bunnies can have called False Pregnancy. Imagine it in an a/b/o setting.

The Omega nests, at first like normal, but it becomes more extravagant. There's a little den part where they'll have their pups. The Omega refuses to stop until it's absolutely perfect.

Despite this, there's no signs of pregnancy. They aren't. Yet the Omega "knows" in their gut that they're about to have pups. They grow stressed, chewing, even biting at anyone who isn't their alpha.

Eventually, the feeling will pass, and depression can onset. Similar to post partum. It'll take some time, they'll most likely just stay in their nest and only want to be seen by their alpha and very very close friends/family.

Mother bunnies always worry for their omegas about this happening, because it's rather common. There's plenty of books on it, like picture books and such (and non for adults), and the community is pretty well aware. It's diagnosable by doctors so pack members can be excused from school, work, or other events.

Just some thoughts

Pov: You're obsessed with your mute best friend and he finally realizes that there is no way to make you not love him.

The way my eyes lingered on his fingers wasn’t subtle—I didn’t care if he noticed. No one else had the right to see what I saw, to crave the way I craved. He flexed his hands under my unwavering gaze, his movements hesitant, as if my attention burned into his skin. Then, as if surrendering to the moment, he began to sign, slowly, deliberately, every motion agonizingly precise. It was a performance, and I was his only audience. The words were for me alone, crafted in gestures only I could truly understand.

"Everything I am is yours," he signed, his eyes locking onto mine, desperate, pleading. My breath hitched as his gaze searched my face for a reaction, for validation. But he didn’t need to search. Didn’t he see? Didn’t he know? He belonged to me. Not just his hands, but every inch of him—his heart, his mind, his very existence. If he didn’t understand that yet, I’d make him. I’d carve it into his soul if I had to.

Because no one else could have him. No one else deserved him.

Hundreds of thousands of people came out today in London to March for a Free Palestine. Hundreds of thousands of people disagreeing with the current government stance on the war. Don’t let the media fool you, people in the UK stand with Palestine.