#which often come WITH texture and sensory sensitivity

[abzania]

I find it interesting that people think Crowley doesn't eat (which I mean, the show doesn't show him eating) when in fact, the novel tells us that Crowley likes to eat a big meal, and sleep.

I just think he doesn't eat as often, because y'know. Snake. Adult snakes only eat about once per week.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #anthony j crowley #crowley #obviously crowley's aversion to food is perfectly valid #i get it because we love to headcanon him and azi with various neurodivergencies #which often come WITH texture and sensory sensitivity #but i also always have this passage from the novel in the back of my mind

[hyperlexichypatia]

Prescriptive diet culture, especially (but not exclusively) the sort aimed at losing weight, is ableist and sizeist, with frequent undertones of racism, classism, and sexism. It relies on the premise that all bodies can and should fit into a certain size and a certain range of “health” and ability, that fat and disabled bodies are inherently lesser, and frequently relies on patronizing or limiting the options of poor people for their alleged “own good,” stigmatizing or patronizing the food choices of non-European cultures, and judging women’s and perceived-women’s bodies more harshly than men’s bodies.

In response to this, various fat liberation, body positive, and health-at-every-size movements have arisen to challenge this narrative to varying degrees. One of the alternatives often promoted in these contexts is “intuitive eating,” in which people eat what their bodies crave, whenever they’re hungry, instead of following a prescriptive diet or schedule. This is framed as radical, liberatory rebellion and self-actualization against diet culture.

Intuitive eating is great for some people. However, there are some problems with promoting it as a universal solution.

First of all, “Everyone should eat intuitively” is just as prescriptive as any other prescriptive diet. It still frames food choices as something with a right and a wrong answer. What superficially sounds like “Eat whatever you want” actually becomes “You must eat whatever you want, and examine carefully whether you actually want it, and defend your choices accordingly.”

Secondly, intuitive eating is fundamentally inaccessible to the majority of the world’s population. Perhaps if we lived in a Star Trek universe where we could just command a replicator to create food and have it instantly ready for us, then most, if not all people, could eat intuitively. But in our own world, our food choices are constrained by time, money, and availability, as well as restrictions like allergies and sensitivities.

When I think about what food I want to eat, I have to think about what I already have. What I can afford to buy. What I have the time and energy to prepare. I might “intuit” that I crave a steak, but what I have readily on hand is a bowl of cereal. Intuition won’t help someone with chronic fatigue who can’t stand at a stove for long or chop vegetables, or someone on food stamps who has to stretch their budget, or someone who works long shifts and comes home exhausted, or a parent of three children with food allergies who only feeds themself leftover scraps from feeding them. Who has time and energy to cook a meal from scratch? Who has money to go out to a restaurant? Whose invisible and underpaid labor -- farm workers, grocery workers, restaurant cooks, homemakers -- does this system rely upon?

The third problem with promoting intuitive eating as a universal solution is that many foods are manufactured in such a way as to sensorily mislead the eater about their properties. The idea that “artificial” or “processed” foods are somehow “worse” than “natural” foods -- or that those are meaningful categories -- is ridiculous and baseless. However, it is a fact that many foods are made to mimic the look, taste, smell, and texture of foods they do not actually contain. This makes it harder for eaters to “intuit” a food’s properties by the usual means. Eaters may have to rely on ingredients lists and nutritional information rather than sensory input alone. This is especially true for people who have specific nutritional needs, like allergies or nutrient deficiencies, to either avoid or seek out specific food attributes.

Finally, even if all other obstacles were eliminated, some people are just not good at intuiting their own food needs. People with executive functioning disabilities may forget that they’re hungry, or not recognize their bodies’ hunger signals. Not everyone is naturally good at piloting a meat suit. Food is difficult, and it’s okay to need external reminders to refuel.

Intuitive eating rhetoric can sound suspiciously similar to the common rhetoric of the “natural” “wellness” movement, stemming from the premise that all bodies are born with a natural alignment to a certain standard of “health” and normative ability, and only external factors and individual choices can “corrupt” it. In reality, there are no normative bodies or abilities. Plenty of people are born with food-related disabilities, whether difficulty remembering to eat, anxiety, susceptibility to nutrient deficiency, allergies, diabetes, or all kinds of other conditions. Food is hard. Harder for some people than others. And that’s okay.

There’s nothing wrong with intuitive eating, but it’s not a universal solution to everyone’s food difficulties. We need affordable, accessible food for everyone. We need everyone to have the free time and support they need to perform all activities of daily living. We need living wages for everyone at every part of the food supply chain. We need clearly labeled food ingredients and nutritional values. We need a society where everyone has the resources, time, and support to eat whatever they want, and the information to know what they’re eating. And then, maybe, intuitive eating can be a more attainable goal for people who want it.

We also need a society in which bodily autonomy is respected, and people’s food choices and other health and bodily choices are rightly regarded as no one else’s business. We need widespread recognition that there’s no standard of health or ability that anyone “should” have and no way that anyone “should” eat, and that what matters is ensuring that everyone has equitable access to resources, which each individual can choose how to use, whether that’s eating frozen dinners every day, growing vegetables for fun, eating only purple things, or using a timer to remember when it’s time to eat. But until we achieve that society, “intuitive eating” might as well mean “let them eat cake.”

#disability #intuitive eating #food

[walkawaytall]

I really wish there was more interest in how to handle ADHD other than just addressing the symptoms that affect the people around us.

Like, the best pharmaceutical treatment we have right now is stimulants, and I agree that being on stimulants 24 hours a day, 365 days a year is probably not good for your body. Hell, I’m on a less-than-ideal dose of my medication from a concentration perspective because the ideal dose had my resting heart rate sitting at a cool 115BPM. I know taking med holidays is important. I know all of this.

But because ADHD isn’t just an attention problem (or may not actually be an attention problem at all at its core), it sucks that the only time period medical professionals seem to be concerned about treating are the “important” times: the length of a school or workday. Forget the fact that ADHD affects executive function, forget the fact that people with ADHD often experience chronic and unending anxiety and/or depression as a result of the ADHD, forget that there are important times that have nothing to do with an 8-hour school or work day, forget the rejection sensitivity dysphoria, the sensory issues that make things like clothing, food, and group situations a nightmare to try to navigate, the household stuff that has to be taken care of outside of the 8-hour school or work day. It feels like none of that matters because it doesn’t affect a group of fifteen or more people.

On top of ADHD, I have been plagued with anxiety-related issues for the majority of my life. I likely have a form of OCD and I have a history with a restrictive eating disorder; both of those conditions are very closely associated with high levels of anxiety. I’ve been on anxiety medications before. I was first given an as-needed medication that took the edge off but also made everything feel a little fuzzy, like there was a pane of glass between me and the rest of the world; I was put on an SSRI that somehow made my OCD-related intrusive thoughts about 50x worse than usual and had me wondering at one point if I should be hospitalized; and I’m currently on buspirone, which is doing what it’s supposed to do without the side effects of the others thankfully. But nothing, and I mean nothing, has reduced my anxiety as much as my ADHD medication.

Two hours after my first stimulant dosage, I just suddenly didn’t feel on-edge any more. I estimate that being on ADHD medication has reduced my anxiety by about 70% (buspirone’s for the other 30%). I started taking it in the summer of 2020 and I remember, in 2021, when I saw my boss in person for the first time since lockdown, he remarked on how much more confident I seemed, how I was more likely to speak up in meetings, etc. And I was like…yeah, man, it’s a wonder what not feeling anxious every second of every day will do for someone.

ADHD affects so much more of my life than just attention and anxiety, too. I have sensory issues with mine, which is pretty common, and they make eating — an already sometimes-complicated task due to the ED history — difficult at times because, while I can eat foods that I don’t particularly like, if something is what I call “the bad texture”, I will gag no matter how hard I work to overcome it (believe me, I’ve tried). And my brain sometimes decides that foods that were previously fine are now “the bad texture” and they may or may not shift back to being okay eventually; I don’t know.

The sensory issues affect me socially. My therapist and I have recently come to the conclusion that I’m probably not actually an introvert, but if I’m around larger groups, that means noise and movement and probably being touched, and too much of that causes my brain to either freak out or shut down. I used to always say, “I love people, but when I’m done, I’m done.” And that was likely because the overstimulation was building and building in the background, and at a certain point, my brain would just be like, “We gotta get outta here.” I was Queen of Irish Goodbyes for a very long time because of this.

And the executive dysfunction affects…well..everything? Not just work, not just school (but also those because if my environment is chaotic, my brain feels chaotic, and it is difficult to maintain a non-chaotic environment if you keep getting stuck on order of operations when picking up a room).

I’m not saying that I want to be on longer-lasting stimulants or that I want to be on the higher dose that I know helps my concentration more, cardiovascular system by damned. What I’m saying is, I wish treatment research had been more holistic rather than just figuring out what would give teachers and managers an easier time despite what the person with ADHD might be dealing with as soon as their meds wear off.

Maybe current research is working on it; I don’t know. I just know that, the older I get, the more frustrated I am with my brain and the more apparent the deficiencies I used to be able to counteract with pre-chronic-illness energy and crushing perfectionism become, and I wish there was an answer to this that actually helped me most of the time rather than forcing me to pick which parts of my day/week is “important” and making sure I’m medicated for those parts.

#adhd #adult adhd #adhd combined #adhd problems #actually adhd #adhd treatment

[biird-rot]

Leon Kennedy is Autistic: An Analysis by an Autistic Person

DISCLAIMER: This post and all the points I make are highly based on my OWN experiences. I often find parallels between my experiences as a disabled individual and characters I love to help me better cope with and process my feelings. Hate will not be tolerated!!!

Before I get started, I’d like to say that this is not even me scratching the SURFACE of the things I could analyze about Leon and apply to various autistic experiences, this is mostly just the things that resonate with me the most.

Parallel Play/Preferring to Work Alone

It could be attributed to trauma, and the fact he works in a government agency, but Leon has always been the flying solo type. Missions in which it would be better if multiple people worked on it (RE4) HOWEVER! Whenever he does work with others, he often goes off on his own and leaves whoever he's with to deal with what's there (DI, Leon going off immediately after being vaccinated by Rebecca)

Difficulty Communicating/Identifying Emotions

This also plays into the difficulty making friends and maintaining friendships aspect of being autistic. There isn't any direct/obvious representations of this occurring in the franchise, but it can be inferred based upon his interaction with Chris and Rebecca in RE: Vendetta when the two try to recruit Leon on their mission because of the intel he has on the type of BOWs they're dealing with. Speaking of RE: Vendetta, it can also be noted that Leon copes with his inability to cope with/regulate his emotions by drinking, and this is a habit he always had. In fact, he's essentially hung over in RE2, having drunk his feelings away after being broken up with the night before the Raccoon City incident, and he is literally drinking on the job in Damnation. Essentially, he's canonically an alcoholic. As an autistic person, sometimes I would turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with my emotional dysregulation, especially when I was unaware that I was autistic.

Leon isn't a very emotional person in general, again, It could be chalked up to trauma, but lack of emotional expression is also a common experience/trait amongst autistics.

“Inappropriate” Responses to Situations

GODDDD this one is SO prominent in RE4R (hell, even the OG), Infinite Darkness actually everything he's in, I can name at LEAST 2 examples of this. To keep this short, I'll just name ones that I relate painfully hard to, and ones that I find hilarious.

To start, WHENEVR HE JUST SAYS "ok 🧍" in response to an emotional moment. RE2R, when Claire introduces him to Sherry, in RE4R, when Ashley hugs him and expresses her relief that he's okay, and in Infinite Darkness whenever he checks up on Patrick after the White House Outbreak. It never fails to make me lose it because he's just like me fr.

Thists a sillier one, but I want to mention it because it's so mecore.

Thank you to @highball66 for doing the lord's work of translating the Death Island manga yall seriously he’s a legend🙏

When Leon sends selfies of him on missions. That's it. He just sends it to Hunnigan and I think it's great.

Sensory Issues

Okay, I KNOW LEON IS A GOVERNMENT AGENT AND NEEDS SOME LEVEL OF GEAR ON MISSIONS BUT!!!!! Half the time he isn't even wearing a full set, not even a bullet proof vest. HOWEVER, I did notice that one thing he CONSISTENTLY wears (with the exception of a few instances) is GLOVES!!! This is more of a personal headcannon, but I like to think he's sensitive to texture, especially when handling guns and such, so he wears gloves, so it doesn't feel as terrible. To further back up his sensitivity to texture, in Death Island, after the Dylan BOW explodes and splashes water everywhere, Chris doesn't seem to care about being covered in water while Leon is flicking the water off him.

Literal Thinking - Coming off as Rude/Inappropriate Unintentionally

GODDDDD this is another big one, but I’ll only cover the ones that I relate to a lot to save time. Starting with his initial encounter with Jill in Death Island, they’re being chased by lickers and…well..this interaction

Exhibit B: This scene. He’s just so nonchalant about it and I do the exact same thing without like…intentionally being a “smartass” or whatever, I’m just being honest 🧍. Jill’s “Oh😒” at the end of the scene is really what made it hit home, because that’s how people typically react when i have a similar interaction with them

ANOTHER THING!!! All of the instances in which Leon casually asks “so you wanna get dinner?” Or something along those lines. It’s often interpreted as a poor attempt at flirting, but personally, I think he genuinely just wants food, and he doesn’t understand why ppl are like 🤨 when he asks. He just wants a nice dinner with a nice lady :(

Hyper-empathy

Small disclaimer here, autism is a SPECTRUM. And our empathy levels fluctuate every day. In Leon’s case, I see him being hyper-empathetic, much like myself. And being able to empathize so easily with people is incredibly draining. Additionally, a huge thing that is common among autistics is how we tend to respond to people who are sharing their struggles with us sharing our OWN experiences that are similar to theirs, and it often comes off as egocentric and selfish to “make it about us”, but in reality, that’s our way of saying that we understand what you’re going through, and it helps us process how you may be feeling as well. There are many scenes I could pull from, but I want to talk about one specifically in Infinite Darkness since it resonates so much with me:

The scene within ID in which Jason is having a nightmare, and Leon wakes him up, immediately asking him if he wants to talk about it. Jason recalls the nightmare and his trauma about Penamstan to Leon, and says that he has no idea what it was like, and Leon responds talking about his experience in Raccoon City, and how that affected him similarly

Special Interests & Using Media to Communicate Feelings

There are many aspects of this I could talk about, but I’ve already written 10 pages worth already in this post, so I’ll speed through it.

Personally, I think Leon has a special interest in film! He makes several references throughout the franchise, many of which are overlooked. Personally, my favorite reference he makes is in RE: Vendetta to Pulp Fiction (I think) when Chris and Rebecca confront him during his “vacation”

Final Notes/Conclusion

I had to cut a LOT out from my original mini-essay I wrote about this to fit it better on here, and make it not as boring to read lmao, but I hope you enjoyed my silly little analysis! I love being able to relate my experiences to others, fictional or otherwise, as it helps me feel less alone, and be able to process and cope with what makes my disability a…well, a disability. I hope fellow autistics find some solace in this as well, and please let me know your additional thoughts about this topic if you’re a fellow autistic Leon Kennedy headcannoner!!!

#biird rot #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy re2 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4r #re4 remake #re4remake #resident evil vendetta #resident evil death island #character analysis #actually autistic

[peachestoon2016]

Being an autistic person at school:

comes with a lot of stress, mainly because it involves masking, which is a coping mechanism where I mask my autistic traits and try to behave more neurotypical. It’s very draining and requires a lot of energy, and it’s still not enough.

comes with w lot of stress because of sensory overload, e.g bright lights, increased sensitivity to certain sounds, crowded spaces, loud noise, bad smells and textures. Each of these factors make my daily life harder, I feel irritated, tired and overwhelmed/overstimulated.

comes with a lot of anxiety, because I have trouble communicating, I take things literally sometimes, I find it hard to know what someone’s tone of voice means, or their expression. It makes me overthink and overanalyze details in order to come up with an appropriate response.

comes with more increased pain, my period cramps, headaches, pain in general are stronger, which often leads me to a sensory overload and is invading my daily life and makes me unable to to concentrate on basic tasks. It also makes me unable to participate in PE classes sometimes.

comes with a lot of emotional dysregulation, since my body can’t regulate my emotions the way the neurotypical one does, it’s harder to do so. This makes it harder to write tests, complete excersises in class. It can take a toll on my mental health and grades.

#autism #autism awareness #autism blog #autistic #actually autistic #audhd #adhd #autistic women #autism spectrum condition #on the spectrum #autistic girl #emotional dysregulation #sensory overload #sensory issues #mental health positivity

[shhtickerbook]

Hiii since u like hazbin could i get some headcanons for regressed sir pentious he just gives regressor vibes to me thank u

Yes!!!

Little! Sir Pentious Headcanons

• His little age is around 3-5, always up and causing chaos. He loves dressing up and pretend games, but you have to follow the rules! (Which there are many usually)

• Extremely weepy and sensitive, the slightest little comment or criticism can immediately make him burst into tears. Everything needs to go to his routine and if feels like he’s out of control it makes him feel very unstable. I headcanon him as autistic !

• Absolute blankie kid, has an ochre yellow blanket embroidered with little black snakes. Always holding it close and rubbing it against his face. Meaning it can get a little gross over time, there’s a lot of hissing and crying if Charlie or Vaggie try to take it to be cleaned

• Building blocks are his favourite toy! He will spent hours building to his hearts content, buildings, vehicles and airships (obviously) But there’s the odd occasion where a certain little angel finds it extremely fun to knock them down. Which triggers many tears and fights between the both of them.

• Huge sensory seeker!!! He built himself his own sensory wall for his room, lots of things to push, cogs to turn and switches. As well as a selection of different textured panels to run his fingers over.

• Charlie is his favourite caregiver, and she spoils him absolutely rotten. Often follows her around like a shadow, wanting her to come see what he’s built or coloured. But his egg boys also do their bit to care for their master when needed!

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Feel free to add your own in replies or RBS!

#agere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere #regressor! sir Pentious #little! sir Pentious #agere headcanons #agere hcs #age regression headcanons #age regression #age regressor #age dreaming #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #safe agere #agere little #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace

[pollenallergie]

Perks of Being a Dad

AN: Eddie Munson is a sensitive guy, an amazing dad, and also a scheming lil genius. In other words, Eddie cons his goobers into giving him some extra special affections one Sunday morning. Thank you so, so much to @sw34terw34ther for helping me name Eddie's youngest and for beta-reading this for me! <3

Word Count: 1.9k

CW: Brief mentions of the reader being pregnant in the past (though their gender identity is never stated). Also, the reader is mentioned but isn't actually present in the fic. It's not really implied/stated that Eddie is a rockstar in this fic, but it is part of my dad!rockstar! Eddie AU.

Eddie’s a sensitive person, and not just in the emotional sense. When he was younger, he was hypersensitive to just about everything; sensory overload was frequent for Eddie as a kid. However, he mostly grew out of that, no longer being quite as picky about tastes, scents, sounds, or visuals, though he is still slightly more particular than the average person. Nevertheless, one acuity he’s never truly outgrown is his tactile sensitivity. For as long as he can remember, Eddie’s always been picky about certain textures and when and how people touch him. Of course, now that he’s older, he’s a bit less finicky about those things. Even so, Eddie still loathes the feeling of crushed velvet and has to stifle a gag every time he removes the little cotton ball from a brand-new bottle of medicine. Likewise, Eddie has also maintained his sensitivity to other people’s touch. 

In 1987, when you two first met at one of his gigs, you had cradled his forearm in your hands so that you could write the digits of your phone number on his alabaster, freckled skin. Though your touch was so light that it was barely there, it’d caused every little nerve under his skin to shoot off like fireworks, making a warm, fuzzy feeling spread all over his body. As romantic as that sounds, that sort of sensation wasn’t necessarily exclusive to your touch. 

One time, Mr. Rothering, his former algebra teacher and the bane of his existence during his sophomore year, accidentally brushed up against a fifteen-year-old Eddie Munson as he waded through the aisles of desks to hand back their most recent tests and, even though Eddie was in no way attracted to that sneering son of a bitch, his nerves had gone into a frenzy in much the same way they had when you’d first made contact with him several years later. Although, in that case, the feeling was much less intense than it had been with you; Eddie reasons that Mr. Rothering’s vile aura most likely dulled it. 

As a father, Eddie is still subjected to this sensation, even when the touch that triggers it comes from the hands of his sweet babies, Marley, Jude, and Rowan. Granted, his familiarity with them has conditioned him to the resulting sensation, but it still occurs all the same. However, in the case of his little tadpoles (something he’s called his kids ever since the twins were mere embryos growing in your womb), his pure adoration for them gives that odd, fuzzy feeling a warm, wholesome, serene edge to it, so much so that it calms his mind and his body. Eddie luxuriates in the affections — or, as they’re often referred to in the Munson household, ‘sugars’ — that his little goobers give him. Eddie loves it all, from their clumsy hugs to their warm snuggles, even their slobbery kisses and ornery play-wrestling.

Nevertheless, Eddie’s love for his precious little loves and their magical sugars isn’t enough to fill the void of your touch and the divine sensations it brings, something he’s been without for a grueling twenty-four hours since you left yesterday morning for a work trip. Eddie’s been yearning for your affection from the moment he dropped you off at the airport. Today, he’s specifically craving one of your life-altering, all-powerful back rubs, which Eddie swears can cure even the sourest of moods in mere minutes. He misses the gentle caress of your fingertips and the incomparably blissful sensations they leave in their wake. This constant yearning for a relaxing back rub, combined with the knowledge that the twins have recently been learning to draw shapes at daycare, gives Eddie a brilliant idea on this wonderfully lazy Sunday morning. 

Eddie lounges on the couch watching cartoons, shirtless and sporting the Star Wars-themed pajama pants Wayne gifted him last Christmas. The twins are snuggled up on either side of him while little Ro is reclining in his lap, all three still in their jammies, sporting coordinating, but not perfectly matching, sets of nautical-themed jammies you’d gotten from Gymboree. Suddenly, Eddie heaves a dramatic yawn, snuggles his kids closer, and gently traces his calloused fingertips up and down one of each of the twins’ short, chubby arms, buttering them up with some sugars of his own. Jude, his snugglebug, almost immediately responds to these sugars with a pleasant little coo, conveying his happiness. However, Marley and Rowan are too far gone; the elder sister is too enthralled in Tom and Jerry’s reruns to notice her dad doting on her while the younger sister is happily snoozing away in Eddie’s lap. Armed with the knowledge that he has at least one of his kids’ attention, Eddie decides to strike while the iron is hot. 

“Daddy’s tired,” Eddie remarks lazily. It’s the same warning he always offers his little ones just before dozing off for a nap. 

Upon noticing Jude’s subtle pout, he nearly loses his composure and abandons his covert mission entirely. Eddie powers through, though, not wanting to give up on the brilliant plan he’s concocted. He decides to focus on Jude, knowing that if he succeeds in roping his baby boy into his not-so-devious scheme, his little ladies will surely follow. 

“Tell you what, Joodlebug, how about I lay down on my tummy and you, my sweet boy,” Eddie pauses to boop his son’s little nose quickly, simply because he can’t resist, before continuing, “practice drawing your shapes on my back? Huh? How’s that sound?” 

Jude’s brow furrows adorably before he looks up at his dad with bright doe eyes. “Markers?” The tiny tot inquires, getting tripped up on the r’s as he does so. 

“No, bear,” Eddie gently grabs one of Jude’s little hands and taps the tip of his tiny index finger with his own, “use these. Just pretend like you’re actually drawing on me, ’kay? Sorta like those finger paintings you do at daycare, but without the paint,” he explains, chuckling softly when Jude responds with a rough nod. His son’s a very passionate little boy; Judah Bear Munson gives his all to every single thing he does, even if it’s just a simple nod of his head. 

“We got a deal, Bubba?” Eddie asks. 

Jude offers his confirmation in the form of another adorably curt nod paired with his beautiful, toothy grin. 

“Atta boy,” Eddie praises his son before gently removing the littlest of his tadpoles from his lap, carefully placing his tiny Rowboat on the couch next to her brother so as not to rouse her from sleep. He then theatrically slides off the couch and onto the floor, causing his little prince to erupt into a fit of giggles. 

Jude’s high-pitched giggles catch his baby sister’s attention, rousing the little 18-month-old girl from sleep. Rowan then calls out in a concerned, whiny tone, “Dada?” 

So much for not rousing Ro, Eddie thinks. 

“Just laying down, Ro-Bird,” he reassures his baby girl, “wanna be the bestest helper ever and toss me a pillow?” 

Rowan wordlessly responds by grabbing a throw pillow from next to her on the couch and harshly, though not maliciously, chucking it at her dad; she’s still at that funny little age where she doesn’t quite realize her own strength. Eddie miraculously catches it just before it hits him in the face and gruffs out a sarcastic, “Thanks, babe.” 

Seeing a pillow suddenly flying by her in her peripherals is enough to finally draw Marley’s focus away from the cartoon cat and mouse on the TV screen. The little three-year-old watches as her dad gets situated on the floor, rolling over to lay on his belly as he rests his head atop his crossed arms on the small pillow. Eddie then turns and looks up at his baby boy, the spitting image of himself, offering him a beaming grin. 

“Ready, Jude?” Eddie asks, prompting the little boy to nod before gracelessly flopping down onto the shag carpet beside his dad. A relaxed sigh leaves Eddie as his son begins to delicately trace shapes on his back. It’s soon accompanied by a victorious, smug grin when Marley finally pipes up and asks, “Ca’i help, daddy?” What’s meant to be ‘can I’ comes out sounding more like ‘kai,’ and that makes Eddie’s heart melt into a puddle of sticky, saccharine syrup. 

“Yeah, Mars, show me watcha got,” Eddie responds. Soon two tiny pointer fingers are drawing on his back, one from each twin. While Marley sticks to abstractly filling the expanse of his back with invisible shapes, Jude, his little artist, takes to connecting the various moles and freckles on Eddie’s back with invisible lines, forming secret constellations on his alabaster skin. 

“You guys are doing really good,” Eddie murmurs encouragingly as his eyes drowsily flutter shut. 

“Dada?” His littlest love calls out to him from the couch. 

Eddie struggles to open his eyes but somehow manages before turning his head to look up at his youngest daughter, who looks identical to you, making her your little mini-me. “Yeah, birdie?” He asks softly. 

“Snuggles?” She asks, her tone sleepy and needy. Rowan may look exactly like you, but she’s a daddy’s girl through and through. 

“Of course, babe. C’mere,” Eddie beckons her to his side with a wave of his arm, “Come snuggle with daddy, Rowboat.” 

Rowan giggles adorably at her dad’s silly nickname for her as she climbs off the couch all by herself — a big feat for someone with such short little legs — and waddles over to her dad. Eddie lifts one arm for her, and she plops down beside him, lying down and nuzzling up against his side. He wraps that same arm around his little nestling, cradling Rowan’s warm little body close to his own as she lays on her side with her back pressed against the side of his torso so that she can watch the TV as she cuddles with her dad. 

Right now, Eddie’s on Cloud 9, loving being so close to his little tadpoles, with Tad 1 and Tad 2 (his nicknames for the twins while they were in the womb) giving him a makeshift version of a back rub with their tiny little, chubby fingers, while Tad 3 snuggles up close to him. Fuck what his past teachers always said because, in this moment, Eddie thinks he’s a goddamn genius. Eddie lets out a quiet, blissful sigh as the serene, comforting sensation floods his body, settling underneath his skin and warming him from head to toe. Perks of being a dad, he thinks. 

For the rest of the morning, or at least for as long as he can hold his little tads’ attention, Eddie luxuriates in his toddler massage and all the sensation it brings. At the same time, he snuggles with his littlest baby, his little Rosie Ro, who has swiftly fallen asleep in his arms. All the while, he listens to his two little chatterboxes discuss anything and everything that comes to their brilliant little minds; the sounds of Rowan’s snores and the cartoons on the TV act as soothing background noise to the twins’ vivid conversation. To Eddie, moments like these are heaven on earth. Eddie wouldn’t trade these wholesome moments for anything, not even an opportunity for Corroded Coffin to headline their own show at Madison Square Garden. Even his biggest rockstar dreams can’t compete with the love that fatherhood has brought him. Yeah, Eddie thinks, nothing compares to this. 

#eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #dad!rockstar!eddie munson #dad!rockstar!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #rockstar!eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #stranger things vol 4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #rockstar au #dad au #pol’s greatest hits

[hazbin-mpreg]

More Beau head canons (mainly revolved around his autism)

1. Like mentioned in the earlier post, Beau hates grass or really anything touching his hands and feet. But he will tolerate socks, and does have certain safe textures such as Mama Luci’s shirts, fleece blankets, grandmama’s dress and wings (yes we have Alastor’s mother in an AU my friend has going) and oddly enough, Alastor’s hands.

2. Beau is a mix of sensory avoidance and sensory seeker, he prefers seeking out things that feel good such as radio parts, and anything mentioned above. But he’s very particular about his clothing, he doesn’t like tags in his clothes or scratchy clothing.

3. While he’s sensitive to most noises, he’s often soothed by Alastor’s radio static, so it’s often playing in a loop on an old radio he has in his room

4. He’s very emotional / an empathet, though he struggles to show his emotions and often comes to his sister (or Alastor) to talk them out, sometimes Lucifer but his main person is Alastor

5. While melt downs don’t happen often, they’re usually hard to manage and end in him hurting himself due to stimming, though over the years Alastor and Lucifer have found more creative outlets for the stimming

6. He actually has a very pain tolerance, so any of the kids resulting in rough housing (which is usually led on by Luc and Vic), if doesn’t phase him. He actually doesn’t notice it until someone points it out and even then it doesn’t bother him

#hazbin hotel #mpreg #radioapple

[k1rameki]

THE TIME HAS COME EVERYONE. ITS TIME TO TALK ABOUT MY EXTENSIVE LIST OF TABI HEADCANONS (hcs are under the cut plus this also counts as a little debrief of his human design bc jesus christ i put so much effort into making this man's design it went through a LOT of trial and error before settling on what i got now considering ive gradually made him less and less "human")

also quick thing b4 i proceed – please please PLEASE ask before making things w my tabi design bc ive seen a rlly cool papercraft made w/o my knowledge and that was kinda sucky so ya thats around it (other than the basics of no nsfw and such)

APPEARANCE HCS

first and foremost — hes half japanese because i remember his aside counterpart being japanese iirc and i thought that was really cool and wanted to implement that into my own little hc (also he speaks like a dozen languages bc of another thing i'll go into detail with in a bit

so many different facial features, scarring (theres a very elaborate reason for this tbh), moles, freckles, etc all bc why not?? (freckles is primarily bc of my bestie crow and now im obsessed)

lashes bc why not, give every man a pair of lashes i think theyre pretty

PIERCINGS. so many piercings. this is primarily because i am a very firm believer that tabi gets piercings done because he wants to feel human again so he finds comfort in decorating himself as much as possible for that reason and also the aesthetic

broken horn bc of the mod events, damage beyond repair and whatnot

HE HAS LONG HAIR BC I SAID SO ‼️‼️ i figured considering he's been invisible for so long he never really knew what to do when it came to cutting his hair, so eventually it grew out to around his waist, and he kept that hairstyle ever since (he prefers wearing his hair in a ponytail or smth bc sensory issues when it comes to hair touching his skin)

a lot of tater's hcs infected my brain hehehehehe especially the tail and his hands still being what they were when they were cursed (also. paw beans. /vpos)

HES TRANS ‼️‼️ hes also very dumb and has very little regard for his health and forgets to take his binder off a lot (trust me he gets scolded a lot for that)

GENERAL HCS

hes autistic and has adhd — the autism hc i lowkey stole from crow but the adhd hc ive had for a long long while now — one of his lifelong special interests is performing arts and musicals

chronic insomniac — sleep? never heard of her

plays like 5 different instruments but primarily specialises in piano and guitar

safe food is anything sweet or chocolatey — he has a massive sweet tooth and is obsessed w cookies and pastries in particular which ayana baked for him a lot (ill prolly make a whole other post for her in the near future but guys. pastry chef aya. hear me out)

an absolute boss at board games, especially monopoly, and he constantly loves screwing everyone over

extremely hyperfixated on pokemon and owns a bajillion folders filled with cards worth a buttload of money, and a dozen plushies + figurines (projecting bc pokemon is one of my hyperfixes dont judge me) his fav gen is absolutely johto

his eyesight is pretty bad but like. not bad enough for him to be needing glasses (unlike a certain someone cough cough agoti)

speaking of said certain someone, he and agoti do each other's hair a lot simply because its really fun and provides some stimulation, and also because it helps tabi practice with self care and such

VERY SENSITIVE TO SOUND AND TEXTURES, often times he will probably start crying if something sounds or feels wrong

sometimes he forgets certain words in english and has to resort to using what theyre called in russian

has the goofiest sounding laugh ever and i will die on this hill. when you get tabi cackling he will start rolling on the floor and making the most UNGODLY sounds

can speak like 6 languages fluently and a dozen others in simple conversation (NERD ALERT)

he sucks so hard at writing essays but is (for some reason) really good at maths

despite being the more serious one among his group of friends, tabis a dumbass and does a lot more stupid things than one would expect

#hey everyone long ettie post real #tabi has taken over my mind #UUAUAUAGH GWR #fnf tabi #🦇 human!tabi #digital artwork #my art #battie chronicles

[cartoon-lovers-world]

Autistic Camilo headcanon ?

Camilo may have a particular interest or passion that he delves deep into. Whether it's a specific subject, hobby, or talent, which, as we all know, is acting, writing mini plays with Bruno, maybe, or with Mirabel when they were young. Let's just say he finds solace in those things

He has a great memory for details and is highly observant. He notices things that others often miss, and can recall specific details of past events or conversations without difficulty

Camilo has sensory sensitivities, particularly to certain textures and sounds. He often wears soft, comfortable clothing

He has a unique way of expressing himself and communicating his thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, when he struggles to verbalize his ideas, he may resort to writing to calm his mind

Despite the challenges he may face, Camilo possesses a remarkable level of empathy. He deeply understands and connects with the emotions of those around him, providing invaluable support and comfort to his family and friends

Camilo is an autistic genius when it comes to music. He has a natural talent for playing multiple instruments and composing beautiful melodies

He narrates A LOT! Whether it's the town kids playing a football game, Isabela and Mirabel fighting, or just in his imagination

He has a really good memory! Like, the grandkids will be struggling to remember their lines for a play they're organizing (Like old times), then there's Camilo, who knows everyone's lines by heart

Camilo finds solace and comfort in routines and repetitive activities. He has specific rituals and patterns that help him feel more grounded and secure

He's either not diagnosed yet or he was diagnosed at the age of 8 or something, no between

So...i really wanted to write more but we barely got any Camilo scenes!

Hope you like this tho!

#Encanto #Camilo Madrigal #Encanto headcanons #Camilo headcanons #Autistic Camilo

[pagingdoctorbedlam]

I’ve written a few fics about Czerny now, and at least one specifically around the idea of him being autistic. I received a lovely comment where a reader was interested in the idea and was curious about textual evidence, and seeing as others have written in-depth posts about autism headcanons...well, I decided to do the same, and to post it here instead of in a long rambly comment-response!

So without further ado...some headcanons on Czerny, how he could be read as autistic, and how this influences his character, under the readmore. Light spoilers for Lingering Echoes, Ebenholz’s operator record, and Czerny’s trust files are included for those who haven’t read. (And for those who don’t want to read: enjoy this art from his creator!)

I didn’t set out to headcanon Czerny as autistic when I first read him, I swear. However, as I read through his dialogue and operator files, as well as overanalyzing some of his design choices, I realized that an argument could at least be made for him having a Sensory Processing Disorder (something that runs in my own German/Swiss-Austrian family). Thus, let's start with some of those points:

Stimming. He outright states this one in a trust dialogue: "My hair, well...I often unconsciously grab at it while composing, if that explains its current unruliness".

Speaking of hair: in both his official art and all the art by his creator, he always has his hair braided directly above his ears. The outfit, collar, and even his eyewear changes, but that element of his hair remains. Wouldn't it make sense if he's overly sensitive to his ears being touched by stray hairs, so he takes extra pain to maintain those braids?

Issues with food. There are repeated comments about Czerny not eating when he's in the throes of composing, which at first glance I took for hyperfocusing on his work. He's also the most wary of Hibiscus's cooking in Lingering Echoes, which is clearly meant to be played for laughs regarding her cooking. However, I also read it as someone who's used to having his food a very particular way, and when the food is changed up or replaced entirely, adapting to new textures and flavors can be difficult.

It makes sense that Czerny would take special care of his hands, and this comes up in a lot of dialogue. The medics even comment that he'll panic if he has "so much as a hangnail". But if he's sensitive to touch and texture, AND he takes extra care over his hands, an overblown reaction like that would make sense.

Now, as I was reading into his files and dialogue for these points (as well as other fic research), I was struck by a few other elements.

One is his blunt, honest manner. Both in-universe and as noted by fans, Czerny can be a harsh but fair critic. He himself states that "Any charm or taste I may have had has been poured entirely into my compositions." For the most part, he doesn't concern himself with pleasantries or making nice; if he has an opinion, he'll state it. But he's not one to lie, and even espouses the importance of earnestness to Ebenholz during Lingering Echoes.

Despite this though, Czerny does have to hide a lot of his own emotions in order to deal with his circumstances, at least in Lingering Echoes. He has to bow to Nobles and their whims despite his loathing for them, and there are numerous points where he holds himself back from voicing his opinions in public. He also identifies himself as a coward, and has multiple dialogue lines denoting his own fear. "I'm terrified, Doctor. Always have been."

Looking at these elements together, I'm under the impression that this man has learned to mask a lot in order to survive. And when under the constant pressure of not only poverty and illness but also supporting an entire community? No wonder he’s considered tempermental.

The only times he seems able to truly express himself is through his music (note how he emphasizes the importance of emotion in music during his 2-star clear line) and in battle, where he goes from polite to screaming at his enemies. We also have the note in an operator file from a professor that Morgen und Abend was one of the few glimpses through his "iron body". And there are multiple times in both files and dialogues where it’s noted that he’ll refuse to budge from his desk until a composition is complete...that moment, perhaps, when he finally figures out the feelings in his heart and how to express all the things his words fail to convey.

Music is how Czerny expresses himself, though one should also note that empathy for others is also important both in and out of music. After all, he corrects Ebenholz that Morgen und Abend wasn't written from his own grief, but out of indignation for how she suffered. He gives up the rights to his music in order to save the people of the Afterglow during the events of Lingering Echoes. Hell, even in Ebenholz's Operator Record, Czerny is touched that Ebenholz is the one defying orders and performing for the Afterglow's residents, but also begs him to stop in order to keep him safe. He loves music, true, but he loves people even more, and he cares so damn much he’ll repeatedly put his life on the line for them.

So, whether or not it was intended by anyone who worked on his character, Czerny reads to me as autistic. Passionate about what he loves, keyed into the feelings of others while having notable difficulties with conveying his own emotions outside of music, and processing the world a little differently from those around him. And I think that’s all key to not only how he creates his music, but how he connects with others, and how he’s learning to move on in a world so much bigger and stranger than where he grew up.

And even if he's still figuring out how to balance the new and familiar...even if he's scared of it at all times...Czerny keeps going anyway. He helps others with music and arts. He expands upon his own skills, even developing new hobbies in habits. Hell, he even gets a motorcycle to go exploring across “those faraway lands roaring through Czerny's mind without abate.” He's going to be okay.

(And watching Czerny be brave and move forward in the face of so much change...well, it inspires me to bravery too.)

Well, those are my thoughts with evidence on the matter, and I’m sure I'll pick up more when I do a full reread of Lingering Echoes. In the meantime, feel free to share your thoughts, and I hope you enjoyed reading!

(and have some more creator-art because I am incredibly gay for this image okay byeeee)

#arknights #arknights czerny #bedlam rambles #arknights headcanons #autism headcanon #bedlam essay #arknights essay

[bisexual-cryptid]

autistic steve harrington (pt 1)

tw: mentions of self-harm and gagging

steve is pretty adverse to physical touch. he doesn’t like being touched by other people or touching them. except for eddie. he wants to be touching eddie almost constantly. he feels like he’ll vibrate out of his own skin if he isn’t touching some part of him while they’re together.

steve gets so excited whenever eddie comes into Family Video to visit him that he’ll start happy stimming. be it jumping up and down, flapping his hands, or making little happy noises.

steve has a really hard time with any kind of sensory input. especially after so many concussions. he was already super sensitive to bright lights before hand but now it’s borderline intolerable. he often has to wear sunglasses inside because of this.

he is a very picky eater. if the texture of a food is even slightly off he can’t eat it. and it’s not even just a “he doesn’t like it,” his body will physically reject it by making him gag.

he has a few stims that he’s really self conscious about and masks them around almost everyone except for eddie, robin, and dustin.

some of these stims are: one where he hunches his shoulders up really high and twitches his neck back. he thinks it makes him look like he’s possessed and he hates it. another one is one where he scrunches up his nose and furrows his brows as far down as they will go while looking up. his least favorite one only happens when he’s really upset. he’ll hit his forehead with his palms as hard as he can. he can’t control it most of the time and it absolutely sucks. he hates being so out of control of his own movements.

he gets really attached to certain items of clothing to the point where he’ll wear it everyday until it is literally unwearable. after the first night he stayed over at eddie’s trailer eddie leant him a shirt that steve then proceeded to wear almost everyday for a month.

he actually really likes metal music. the vocals aren’t always his favorite but the instrumentals make his brain feel kinda tingly, but in a nice way. it just kinda feels electric and good. he doesn’t really know how to describe it, it’s just nice. (his favorite is when eddie will play for him)

steve is actually a very extroverted person. he loves meeting and talking to new people but he can get overwhelmed quickly if he can’t read the person’s tone or expressions. he’s gotten pretty good at figuring out what people are feeling but sometimes people are just really hard to read and he can’t figure them out. when this happens he spends the whole conversation worrying that he’s saying or doing something wrong and that he’s being weird.

steve and eddie will stim off of each other. one of them will start absentmindedly stimming and the other will join in without even meaning to. especially when one of them is excited. whenever eddie talks about dnd or music to steve he flaps his hands bc he gets so excited, which in turn makes steve excited so he flaps his hands right along. (this has caused some minor unintended slapping related injuries)

#am i projecting? i’ll never tell 😉 (yes) #stranger things #st4 #autistic steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #actually autistic #steddie hcs #steddie headcanon #headcanon #autistic hc #tw self harm #tw gagging

[bubblegumbarbie33]

Me: "Hey so I feel like I fit some of the qualifications for Autism, such as:

Sensory related meltdowns

Aggression as a child

Reciting phrases that I find pleasing to say/hear + using pop culture references as a way to communicate emotions

Toe walking

Upset by minor changes in routine/life

Analytical thinking

Obsessive interests

Hyperfocus

Stimming

Easily overstimulated

Noticing small details

Careful planning

Social Anxiety

Not liking physical contact (people try to hug me and I literally squirm away)

Sensory associations with food and other life stuff (I've always loved food for the texture more than the taste)

Talking excessively about one subject (Barbie)

Repetitive movements

Personalized rituals/routines

Light and sound = more extreme (I've often gotten so overwhelmed in stores that I set down my basket of items and walk out, or I disassociate completely and just start throwing things in a basket, only to 'wake up' at the counter to realize I can't spend this much money)

I also scored pretty high in the RAADS-R

RAADS-R - 135/65 - some autistic traits

- language 4/4 (autism threshold)

- social relatedness 49/31 (autistic females)

- sensory/motor 48/16 (autistic females)

- circumscribed interests 31/15 (autistic females)

And I scored moderately high in the CAT-Q, meaning that I could be masking parts of my autism that aren't as obvious

CAT-Q - 117/100 - some hidden traits (male autistics)

- compensation 41 (female autistics)

- masking 38 (female autistics)

- assimilation 38 (non-binary autistics)

Although I scored very low on the AQ, which could either mean I really DON'T have a lot of autistic traits, or just that I don't personally feel I express autistic traits

AQ - 25/50 - little to no autistic traits

And I found this really cool Unofficial Autism Checklist specifically written for young autistic women:

A deep thinker

A prolific writer drawn to poetry

Sees things at multiple levels, including her own thinking processes

Analyzes existence, the meaning of life, and everything, continually

Often gets lost in own thoughts and “checks out” (blank stare)

Honest

Experiences trouble with lying

Finds it difficult to understand manipulation and disloyalty

Finds it difficult to understand vindictive behavior and retaliation

Easily fooled and conned

Feelings of confusion and being overwhelmed

Feelings of being misplaced and/or from another planet

Feelings of isolation

Survives overwhelming emotions and senses by escaping in thought or action

Escapes regularly through fixations, obsessions, and over-interest in subjects

Escapes routinely through imagination, fantasy, and daydreaming

Escapes through mental processing

Escapes through the rhythm of words

Philosophizes, continually

Imitates people on television or in movies

Obsessively collects and organizes objects

Mastered imitation

Escapes by playing the same music over and over

Escapes through counting, categorizing, organizing, rearranging

Escapes into other rooms at parties

Generalized Anxiety

Sense of pending danger or doom

Feelings of polar extremes (depressed/over-joyed; inconsiderate/over-sensitive)

Eating disorders, food obsessions, and/or worry about what is eaten

Often drops small objects

Wonders who she is and what is expected of her

Searches for right and wrong

Since puberty has had bouts of depression (may have PMDD)

Flicks/rubs fingernails, picks scalp/skin, flaps hands, rubs hands together, tucks hands under or between legs, keeps closed fists, paces in circles, and/or clears throat often

Tendency to overshare

Spills intimate details to strangers

Raised hand too much in class or didn’t participate in class

Little impulse control with speaking when younger

Monopolizes conversation at times

Brings subject back to self

Comes across at times as narcissistic and controlling (is not narcissistic)

Shares in order to reach out

Often sounds eager and over-zealous or apathetic and disinterested

Holds a lot of thoughts, ideas, and feelings inside

Feels as if she is attempting to communicate “correctly”

Obsesses about the potentiality of a relationship with someone, particularly a love interest or feasible new friendship

Conversation are often exhausting

Questions the actions and behaviors of self and others, continually

Feels as if missing a conversation “gene” or thought-filter

Difficulty filtering out background noise when talking to others

Sense of humor sometimes seems quirky, odd, inappropriate, or different from others

As a child it was hard to know when it was her turn to talk

Feels extreme relief when she doesn’t have to go anywhere, talk to anyone, answer calls, or leave the house but at the same time will often harbor guilt for “hibernating” and not doing “what everyone else is doing”

One visitor at the home may be perceived as a threat (this can even be a familiar family member)

Feelings of dread about upcoming events and appointments on the calendar

She prepares herself mentally for outings, excursions, meetings, and appointments, often days before a scheduled event

Sometimes feels as if she is on stage being watched and/or a sense of always having to act out the “right” steps, even when she is home alone

Telling self the “right” words and/or positive self-talk (CBT) doesn’t typically alleviate anxiety. CBT may cause increased feelings of inadequacy.

Knowing she is staying home all day brings great peace of mind

Requires a large amount of down time or alone time

Feels guilty after spending a lot of time on a special interest

Dreams are anxiety-ridden, vivid, complex, and/or precognitive in nature

Highly intuitive to others’ feelings

Highly empathetic, sometimes to the point of confusion

Takes criticism to heart

Longs to be seen, heard, and understood

Questions if she is a “normal” person

Highly susceptible to outsiders’ viewpoints and opinions

At times adapts her view of life or actions based on others’ opinions or words

Recognizes own limitations in many areas daily, if not hourly

Becomes hurt when others question or doubt her work

Views many things as an extension of self

Fears others opinions, criticism, and judgment

Dislikes words and events that hurt animals and people

Collects or rescues animals (often in childhood)

Huge compassion for suffering (sometimes for inanimate objects/personification)

Tries to help, offers unsolicited advice, or formalizes plans of action

Questions life purpose and how to be a “better” person

Seeks to understand abilities, skills, and/or gifts

Imitates others without realizing it

Suppresses true wishes (often in young adulthood)

Exhibits codependent behaviors (often in young adulthood)

Adapts self in order to avoid ridicule

Rejects social norms and/or questions social norms

Feelings of extreme isolation

Feeling good about self takes a lot of effort and work

Freaks out” but doesn’t know why until later

Young sounding voice

Trouble recognizing what she looks like and/or has occurrences of slight prosopagnosia (difficulty recognizing or remembering faces)

Feels significantly younger on the inside than on the outside (perpetually twelve)

Spoke frankly and literally in youth

Confused when others ostracize, shun, belittle, trick, and betray

A small compliment might boost her into a state of bliss

Likes to know word origins and/or origin of historical facts/root cause and foundation

High interest in songs and song lyrics

Notices patterns frequently

Remembers things in visual pictures

Remembers exact details about someone’s life

Has a remarkable memory for certain details

Writes or creates to relieve anxiety

Mundane tasks are avoided

Cleaning self and home may seem insurmountable

Although I do fit some qualifications for ADHD, too:

Wanting to move around

Almost irresistible urge to wiggle and move and make noise sometimes

Depression when under stimulated

"Driven by a motor" feeling

Easily distracted in class

Hyperfocus

Frequent mood swings

Low frustration tolerance

And in my Childhood I often experienced these symptoms:

CHILDHOOD ADHD

Does not seem to listen when spoken to directly

Loses focus/gets sidetracked

Has trouble with organization

So I think I should get tested, but I know how expensive and stressful that can be, so I was thinking about just self-diagnosing? Obviously I know that I am very high-functioning, but it would be nice to be part of a community of other young women that I could relate to.

Parents: you're not autistic. Being autistic means sitting in the corner of a room and not being able to function in day-to-day life by yourself. Stop making things up off of the internet.

Other Adults: I don't think you're autistic. You act like every other normal teenage girl I've ever met. You can't self-diagnose things like autism. I think you're just looking for a reason to be different.

Me: ah, alright. I suppose I am just an odd duck. No reason to look into it.

My diagnosed neuro-divergent friend: Yah, you're autistic.

My friends who work with neuro-divergent children: Y'know, you exhibit a lot of traits of ADHD/AUTISTIC children.

My friend's sister, who is diagnosed with Autism: You and I share a lot of traits. You probably are autistic. I can literally see it in you.

Me: Hm. I don't know guys. Maybe I'm just quirky.

#autistic adult #female autism #girl autism #autistic things #i still don't know if i am or not 😭😭 #what if I'm just making it up????

[writer-in-theory]

spencer reid to the produce department — spencer reid

request: something hurt/comfort involving autistic spencer? (reader could also be autistic or not, up to you) summary: you and spencer ‘battle’ over who has to brave the grocery store, and may find it’s easier to tackle as a team. pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!autistic!reader category: hurt/comfort content warnings: brief descriptions of sensory overstimulation, brief mentions of panic word count: 1.1k a/n: i just wanted to note that this is based on my personal experience with autism and particularly sensory sensitivity.

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You were dreading it all day. From the moment you got to work to when your boss reminded you it was time to go, you were intent on procrastinating. Maybe if you could stay later, then you wouldn’t have to go. You wouldn’t have to do the one thing that you dreaded each and every week.

Grocery day.

It wasn’t even that it was tedious work (which it was). It was more that the thought of being around so many people, with all the bright lights and constant noises, was completely exhausting. You could already feel the panic creep up your throat at the thought of it alone.

But it was the end of the day, and you were walking through your apartment door and there was nothing left to do but grab your grocery bags and go.

“How was your day, Y/N?” Spencer asked as soon as he noticed you come through the apartment. He’d gotten home not long before you, clearly, as he was still wrestling to get his Converse off.

“Tiring,” you admitted. “I know it’s my turn but I really don’t want to go to the store.”

Immediately Spencer shuttered, shoulders tense and eyes averting yours at your statement. It was clear what you meant—you wanted him to go instead. “I went last week,” he complained, “it’s so loud and bright there.”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, already knowing you wouldn’t try to force your boyfriend to go in your stead. After all, he often struggled with the same kinds of sensory overstimulation in places like that. You and he often complained together that it would be so much better if they could have a more accessible hour of the day where the lights were dimmed and some of the machines were either silenced or the volume was reduced. That wasn’t the case at any of your local grocery stores, however, leaving the two of you to have this conversation each and every week about who would have to brave going there for the needed supplies. 

“Okay, what if we stopped trying to do this alone?” you suggested then. “Maybe it would be better if we went together?”

“That could be a lot better,” Spencer admitted, “we could try it.”

It was a lot ride to the store, both of you deciding it would be best to delay just a little longer. Still, eventually, the car pulled into the parking lot and the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence within it, waiting.

“It’ll be okay,” you told him, reaching out for his hand and smiling when he took yours. He squeezed your hand once, twice, before he sighed and nodded.

“Let’s do this,” Spencer told you with complete resolve in his voice, practically jumping out of the parked car before he could rethink it.

The two of you walked into the store together, both of you holding onto a basket rather than dealing with the carts that had impossibly loud squeaky wheels. You took the lead at first, beginning to pick up some of the fruits and veggies that you knew he liked too. It had been difficult at first to figure out what meals you could make together that would appease both of your texture issues, but over time it became easier.

It was nice to have someone who understood, who you didn’t have to extensively explain your picky eating to because he already knew. There were a lot of things you didn’t have to explain to Spencer because he had similar thoughts about certain situations. Your behaviors weren’t exact, they never would be, but you and he understood each other in a way you didn’t relate to many people with.

“Hey, Spencer,” you spoke up gently when, halfway through the store, you noticed his hands were shaking more than usual and his eyes were looking a bit wild around the aisle. “Is it the lights? The noise?”

“There’s a lot of people,” he told you, hand reaching out for yours to hold onto. The grip was a little tighter than you might have liked but if that was what he needed to ground himself then you would allow it for the moment.

“I know, I know. Are you okay to keep going, or do you need a break? It’s okay if you go out to the car, I can finish up.” You wouldn’t love continuing through the store but you also were doing a little better today with it than Spencer was. You could do it if he needed to rest, to get away from all the people who tried to make small talk here. 

“I’m okay,” Spencer reassured you, “let’s finish this together, okay?” So you did. And maybe you did a bit more of the heavy lifting in picking out the food items the two of you would need, but Spencer remained right there beside you the whole time. And in brief moments when you needed comfort, Spencer was right there for you the same way you had been for him. 

So by the time the cashier handed you the receipt and the two of you made your way out of the grocery store, you couldn’t help but cheer. 

“We did it!” you laughed, dancing a little at the thought of how much easier that had been with another person beside you.

It would never be easy in the way it was for some others, and there would always be days where you couldn’t quite manage to do it. But sharing this moment with Spencer was everything. 

“We should do this together from now on, it was better,” Spencer added as the pair of you placed your bags into the car and pulled away from the lot.

“Well, we make a good team,” you answered softly, sneaking a glance and a smile at him before focusing back on the road.

“That we do,” Spencer agreed, “we always do.”

And maybe grocery store trips would still be your least favorite part of the week, and maybe you’d still try to procrastinate them by working a little harder, but being able to lean on Spencer would always make it better if it couldn’t be perfect.

And maybe, just maybe, you won’t always completely dread grocery trips if it meant more time with Spencer.

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Sociotype Profiles — SLI

Ego

Leading Si

SLIs are most focused on the ease and convenience of their experience and the avoidance of unnecessary pain and fuss. Although often coming across as hardy, gruff individuals, SLIs possess a gentle, sensitive nature that simply wishes to exist peacefully and in harmony with the functioning of their surroundings. Most profound is their awareness of the minutiae of sensory stimuli around them, with SLIs being able to notice slight changes in temperature, differences in the texture of fabrics and any other subtle information available to them via the five senses. This focus and awareness of their interaction with sense data is most particular to SLIs, who seek to carefully refine the quality of their experience, reducing flamboyance, pretension or gaudiness for that which is simple, minimalist and calm, minimising noise and discomfort. For this reason, SLIs tend to keep away from the disturbances and pressures of others, leading a quiet and individualistic existence. SLIs are particularly aware of the rate through which one uses up one's energy, knowing the extent to which activities in the present may tire and exhaust someone. As such, they seek to conserve much of their energy, using it sparingly in a manner that fulfills the task at hand to the greatest convenience and the least strain. Many SLIs tend to enjoy working with their hands, physically putting things together with natural materials of their own finding to create devices that are either useful in the day to day or simply enjoyable to make, often designing with a sense of simplified, non-pretentious beauty. SLIs may come across to some as lazy or apathetic, but actually are disposed towards a conservative, contented life of simple, but rewarding tastes and competent, non-strenuous work.

Creative Te

The refined experiences of SLIs are supported by an ability to handle practical problems in the most convenient and painless ways possible. SLIs have a good grasp of the processes and methods that can be used to interact with the world around them, allowing them to make sensible and pragmatic decisions in order to make things work well with their own hands. In order to feel most comfortable with their environment, SLIs need to ensure that problems and inconveniences are being handled without fuss and that there is an easy solution to issues that may come up. For this reason, much of the satisfaction that SLIs draw from their work is in being able to do so independently and self-sufficiently, not having to suffer the interference and meddling of others in their affairs. As such, SLIs like very much to be able to do things themselves at their own, easygoing pace. They tend to be very capable at fixing things, especially in the form of handiwork. SLIs are in their element taking apart a broken device, finding out what has gone askew and coming up with a quick solution. Similarly, SLIs may enjoy tinkering with tools and devices, maintaining and upgrading the quality or efficacy of their possessions while experimenting to find ways of handling issues with even less exertion. They are also able to manage funds and resources sparingly and effectively, in a way that avoids financial hardship and the disruption of their easygoing lifestyles. Such practical skills enables the self-sufficiency that SLIs most appreciate, not needing others to help an already contented existence, where they are mentally and physically capable of sorting out any problem themselves.

Super-Ego

Vulnerable Fe

The need of SLIs to live peaceful, quiet lives results in little appreciation of the passions and dramas other people may want them to feel. SLIs tend to be individualistic, living by their internal rhythms and feeling little need to conform or fit in with the rest of society. They much prefer it when their experiences are not tied up with that of people at large and are happy do what they feel like doing, free of social expectation. While they may turn up to functions and events that personally interest them, SLIs will feel little need to stick around just because everyone else is doing so and are only likely to participate as far as their personal interests go. Furthermore, generating or contributing to group enthusiasm is entirely alien to SLIs, who are often very sparing in their emotional expressiveness, tending towards reserved and dry factual communication that others may find boring. If there is some great fuss or need that has whipped up others into a frenzy, SLI may be the complacent voice of calm, wondering what all the fuss is about, while doing little to indulge such passions. Such an approach can be perceived by others as belittling or undermining their struggles and causes, but SLIs are unlikely to notice or particularly mind, simply preferring for such people to take their noise elsewhere and leave them in peace. Similarly, SLIs are unlikely to give much regard to how they come across to others and even though they may have good taste in their sensory preoccupations, may dress according to their personal comforts rather than accepted fashions and aesthetics, causing them to come across as eccentric. Despite this, SLIs often become quite excited about new developments in their own interests, and derive genuine enjoyment from doing the things that bring them personal pleasure. It just so happens that such activities are often too offbeat to be embraced by any group or society as something enjoyable to the community.

Role Ni

The easygoing lifestyle of SLIs frees up much time for thought and reflection, with SLIs usually being able to think ahead and foresee the likely consequences of their actions when needed. SLIs can take care to apply their prudence, not just in terms of every-day problems but also towards the long-term if necessary. Often this serves to let them know when there is no point getting up to work on something, as a problem will largely sort itself out anyway. Such an approach also allows them to involve a degree of planning in their life-choices, picking a career or livelihood that they know is not just enjoyable in the here and now, but will remain a stable and safe career choice in the years to come. In this way, SLIs are able to avoid future discomforts that might befall those who are more short-sighted. However, SLIs have little appreciation for considering a grander purpose beyond the comfort of their own existence, and are unlikely to sacrifice their enjoyments for some higher cause. After all, SLIs simply want to live their lives in comfort and do not want to be included into higher purposes. The continued need to consider the far-reaching outcomes alongside the short-term can be a strain for SLIs over time, and they much prefer not having to worry about the tediousness of a singular path to follow. Instead, SLIs prefer where there are multiple options available and they can pick and choose which ones seem most comfortable in the moment. Freeing up options such as this reduces the tendency to stick to any particular route and avoid its consequences, allowing the freedom to try something else.

Super-Id

Mobilizing Fi

Although disposed to solitude, SLIs aspire to hold deep feelings of attachment towards particular individuals and treasure the close relationships they have. SLIs may be very focused on finding just the right sort of person to spend their time with and may take a long time to encounter the person they feel is good for them. They are usually very accepting of people, willing to give others a chance, yet at the same time, carefully examining others to work out how they feel towards them. Although externally appearing emotionless, SLIs have a gentle, sensitive centre that needs to be entrusted to a significant other. However, SLIs largely lack the initiative to go out looking for new people and are bereft of the desire to play themselves up to groups of people in an attempt to win others over. To SLIs, the idea of changing how they are to appeal to strangers is tasteless and insincere to their internal values. Furthermore, SLIs can have a lot of difficulty expressing how they feel to someone they love, opting instead for physical actions of assistance or care. SLIs lead rather private, reserved lives that can result in social isolation, depriving them of adequate opportunity in finding their special person. While some encounter the good fortune of being discovered by someone genuinely interested in them as a person, others might not find anyone. A number of SLIs find substitutes for human relationships in the form of keeping pets, being able to form a treasured bond with an animal that places no expectations on them to be anything other than themselves. In such situations, SLIs tend to prefer more independent animals with fewer needs or demands, such as cats. In addition, the personal feelings and values of SLIs tend to be a major source of development and growth, many becoming rather philosophical over time. SLIs may intellectually develop the clarity of their conscience, putting together their personal opinions and musings on issues they feel carry moral importance, largely for their own satisfaction, although being flattered should anyone be interested enough to listen.

Suggestive Ne

SLIs tend to remain in their comfort zones when left to their own devices and spend much of their time savouring the sensations they already have. Because of this, they rarely give sufficient thought to alternative options and the potential to experience a range of other possibilities in the world. Although able to sufficiently handle a problem in front of them, SLIs are unlikely to take the initiative to try out new ideas and seek unexplored horizons. As such, their lifestyles can become overly mundane and uninteresting without unusual events to spice them up. However, SLIs greatly appreciate novelty and ideas of interest when introduced to them by someone else, especially when they can see some use or practical application of said ideas in their lives. SLIs are largely open-minded in nature, willing to give new experiences and people the benefit of the doubt, but simply do not have the initial awareness of potential situations to pursue these new experiences. They also find it highly refreshing to be around people who can allow these opportunities to manifest and be explored, appreciating the intellectual excitement this brings to their lives. SLIs are largely unsure as to which possibilities carry potential and are usually happy to go along with the insights and impulses of another person whom they have a close bond with. Furthermore, SLIs tend to be largely humble and unaware of their potential to do things they have not done before. Although largely able to assess the competence and quality with which they have already accomplished tasks, SLIs largely rely on the experiences they have already had to make decisions and are largely unable to compute unknown variables. Having someone tell them the many things they could possibly do if they tried can be an enlightening experience for SLIs as they feel the avenues available to them suddenly opening up.

Id

Ignoring Se

SLIs are gentle and peaceful in nature, generally acting with great emotional and physical restraint so as to avoid any conflicts with other people. Fights and arguments are very unpleasant to SLIs, who dislike aggression and unnecessary drama. As such, SLIs may be accused of cowardice by others in their tendency to minimise intrusion into the lives of others and their attempts to stop others from intruding into theirs. Nevertheless, such a judgement is often misconstrued, as SLIs are capable of being very tough when the situation calls for it and their avoidance is simply a means of keeping their experiences peaceful, rather than out of any fear of being threatened. Like much else, SLIs are rarely hurried or nervous when walking away from a conflict, simply moving calmly off to another patch. Despite their efforts to avoid a confrontation, there may be some that are determined to get a rise out of the SLIs. However, SLIs tend to be unflappable, with insults and jeers simply bouncing off of them and the fact that they are so unfazed by such assaults can irritate people even further. Nevertheless, when threatened with violence, SLIs are usually capable of responding with a swift but collected effectiveness, making sudden use of any tactical advantages at their disposal and making people think twice about trying again. Similarly, in emergency situations, SLIs can jump into sudden activity with a great emission of conserved energy, saving their own lives and those of others in the process. In these situations, a rarely seen aggressive side to SLIs can be seen, which fades away once the danger has passed.

Demonstrative Ti

Although individualistic and largely removed from societal obligations, SLIs can be rather orderly in their approach to their own interests. SLIs tend to have certain structures to their work and leisure, with everything of theirs tending to have its place. They are usually very good at noticing where something is out of place in a pattern or ordering and are capable at fixing such inconsistencies so things are able to function without incident. Capable organisation and the careful filing of particular bits and bobs in the right folders and drawers tends to be crucial to the detailed and meticulous activities SLIs tend to perform, as well as a certain neatness and consistency. Similarly, SLIs tend to work to a particular order or routine of their own creation, rarely changing this order because often it is ideally tailored to their personal needs and conveniences. Similarly SLIs are often well-reasoned, level-headed individuals with a good sense of their priorities in life, allowing them to be of counsel to others seeking help. However, any structures they may create are seen more as guidelines for prudent living and keeping their lives in a generally peaceful order, rather than any absolute commitment and certainly not laws for others to follow or obey. SLIs have little patience for allegiances or commitments to ideologies or the submission to any legal system. In such scenarios, they are inclined to hold a form of pragmatic, logical relativism, thinking that in some cases this might be true, but in other scenarios, a largely different position may be equally as valid. As such, orderly SLIs can quickly eschew any attempt to impose order that in any way feels harsh or impractical to them. SLIs may be inclined on occasion to detract any process away from a set order to a steady tinkering with different influences and available methodologies, finding ways that feel right to the occasion and adapting to changes, rather than resisting them. In addition, they may be very loose and open to spontaneous breaks and changes in a routine, being happy to go with the flow of those they trust.

Source: Wikisocion

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[aotoreiki]

Rei's aura abilities, and how aura is written here...

Given the vagueness and general lack of information in canon about the exact mechanics of aura, different people have different interpretations of it and how it works for their muses and writing. The following is to reference for my muse and my own worldbuilding. It isn't intended to affect anyone else's and differences can be treated as natural variations of a complex mechanic; but please do respect this for my muse and my writing.

As of time of writing I haven't caught up with the Journeys section of the anime where aura is used more. I need to watch it so I can see how it works there and decide what to incorporate into my own stuff. Until then, my hcs are based only on the material preceding it.

The "aura" being referred to here is specifically the kind of aura in things like Riolu's and Lucario's dex entries, Aura Sphere's name, and aura guardians in the anime. There is a specific term for this in Japanese, differing from general-use "aura", which unfortunately doesn't carry over into the English. To explain a little better: While other instances of the word "aura" in Japanese such as those used in reference to Z-Moves or Xerneas' and Yveltal's Fairy and Dark Auras use オーラ (literally representing the pronunciation of the English word, written using katakana), there is a different word used for "aura" as relating to Riolu and Lucario. Words used for the latter are 波動 or 波導 (hadou, share the same pronunciation). A more literal translation is wave or wave-guiding, respectively. I find the fact that a different, specific term is used is interesting, that it's fun to explore the potential meaning of it, and I just always think it's a shame when a translation loses or muddies any original nuance... so that's why it matters to me, personally.  

I don't treat aura as being 100% synonymous with life energy. They're closely linked, but not entirely the same. Life energy or infinity energy is a more general and broad term. Not everything that contains life energy gives off a discernible aura wave, in the same way that a living thing does. Likewise, aura is based in the life energy or essence of a living thing, and is intrinsically linked to it. Life energy itself as found in other states is far more raw.

Disclaimer of course that anything is liable to change as I learn more and further develop my headcanons. Now, on to the muse...

Rei has always had a potential affinity for aura, which he inherited from his father. However, it was very weak and for most of his life it remained dormant, and did not manifest in a noticeable way. It only became active in his adult years, during/post-Team Dim Sun, due to exposure to the Shadow Crystal's energy and influence.  

He is very sensitive to the sensory aspect of aura, and he has a poor ability to regulate the information that he picks up through it. He gets easily overwhelmed, and so he often deliberately dampens or blocks his own aura-based sensory abilities.  

Speaking of which, he experiences aura as its very own separate and distinct sense. He does not literally "see" auras. The best he would be able to describe it would be like textured vibrations that carry various information, which he "knows" (intuitively decodes), but even this falls short because it's not a true physical sense. He can relay what he learns from them, and describe the impression they gave him as well as any associated mental imagery or traits (which is where things like colour or brightness would come in). This is referring to the typically invisible aura wave. If aura is manifested in a way that's visible to the ordinary naked eye, he can then literally see it in the same way that non-aura users can too.  

Similarly, he does not literally read minds or thoughts in a way that would give him a word-for-word representation of someone's inner monologue. He instead perceives the emotion, or the thought's core concept and its meaning near-instantaneously. He would be able to paraphrase your thoughts, rather than state them exactly.  

This is also how he potentially communicates via aura with other aura-sensitive beings. He would project his own aura wave, which carries his thought information and feelings, which they can then perceive and understand the meaning of. He's not at the stage of being able to use true telepathy or to speak in someone's mind.  

Aaand more about what he can do with it will be added here later.

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