anonymous asked:

Pardon me, but I've noticed that in your FAQ, the "What is Stimming?" and "What is a Special Interest?" both have the same explanation of what stimming is.

i need to finish the faq page, but haven’t gotten to it (i copied and pasted the coding from the stimming question for the si question, which is why the text is the same). but thanks for reminding me because i had totally forgotten!

anonymous asked:


31. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

She’s just poured herself a heavy-handed glass of wine, has pizza on the way and is scrolling through the gooiest of movie choices, when there’s a rapping on her front door. She hopes for a moment that her eyes aren’t still red and water-logged from the cry she’d had minutes ago. 

Muttering that the pizza delivery person must’ve sprinted, she snatches her wallet from her bag that’s slung over a kitchen chair, and pulls open the door. 

“How much…? You’re not the pizza man.” 

Harry smirks and holds up his hands in surrender. “Guilty.” 

“Thought you had a date tonight? You’re not here to use my bathroom are you?” She raised her eyebrows pointedly. “Or do you need a condom? Eh? Yeah? One of us needs to be getting some.” She steps aside to let Harry in. “She sounds really nice,” she continues, moving to the kitchen to fetch another wine glass from the top cupboard. 

“I…uh, I cancelled, actually,” he says, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat and staying cemented to a spot in the middle of the room. 

“Oh,” she hums, her fingers curling around the bottle of wine. “Why? It sounded like you both would have gotten along great. Nick loved her, that’s a good sign if there ever was one.” 

“I just…” He sputters his lips together and shuffles his feet, studying the scuffed edge of his boats. “I couldn’t do it. Because…” He licks his lips, once, twice, rolls them in against his teeth and rocks back on his heels. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you. I can’t keep going on dates and just ending up thinking about you, and how you’d laugh at how stuffy everyone’s dressed and gush about the cute older couple near the window and how you’d order something that I inevitably wish I’d ordered too and you’ll still let me eat half. I don’t want to kiss anyone else, just you.” He’s said it all to a knot in the wood below his feet and when he finally finds the courage to raise his head and meet her eyes, they’re glossy. 

“Harry…” she whispers, and her voice breaks. “You can’t just say things like that to me.” 

“I mean it, though,” he says firmly. “You’re my best friend and I love you.” He swallows audibly and steps closer. “And I want to kiss you. Not because we’re drunk or because we’re fooling around. Properly. So…can I please kiss you like I want to?” 

She steps closer, close enough to touch. Slowly, cautiously, she loops her arms around his neck, leans in so their noses brush. His eyes slip closed, eyelashes sweeping a shadow over his cheek. “Please.” 


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I wanted to check Leo’s temps and the dork started hunting the laser! I’d be too scared of him getting it in his eyes to do this normally so I’m not planning on messing with him on purpose again. But it was cute while it lasted!