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spocks-husband · 8 months
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No bc Sarek and Spock are both autistic, Sybok has the worst ADHD Vulcan has ever seen, and Michael probably has all of the above-- Amanda is the only neurotypical person in the s'chn t'gai household and she's so fucking tired
No one else has ever done the dishes because Sarek doesn't have time in his carefully arranged schedule, Spock starts crying if he touches wet food, Sybok has the object permanence of a literal infant, and Michael diligently avoids the question when it's asked.
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misscalming · 1 year
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I was watching the search for Spock with a friend and like- how tf was Spock supposed to predict his body regenerating like that? Like did he just transfer his soul to McCoy like “my parting gift to thee…. Autism” JUST TO BE A BITCH LIKE????
“You are suffering from a Vulcan Mind meld” YOU MEAN AUTISM!!!??
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corujalesbica · 10 months
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Vulcans are just weirdly tall autistic people
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brittlebutch · 3 months
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SUCH an autism moment to me -- not only for the mirroring but also the strange, tense way Spock moves to do it. Like he's not at all confident in his ability to move his limbs in the right configuration to reach the desired endpoint and he's not even 100% sure if he wants to try -- Dyspraxia moments my beloved; Mr. Spock i'm Love you <3
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mystictaledelusion · 2 months
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snw spock is just a little too put together. he has real emotional regulation that while not the best is much better than tos spocks "conceal dont feel, dont let them know" style of repression.
tos spock is three identity crises wrapped in an indefinite existential crisis and daddy issues topped with a heavy dose of cunt.
snw spock just has one identity issue dilemma and daddy issues stacked on top of each other and a disgusting lack of cunt being served
they both give autism vibes tho, albeit in different ways
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shatnerihardlyknowher · 7 months
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Spock is autistic. and I will go to Orpheus-type lengths to defend that statement
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starrycrowz · 7 months
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Peace.
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Good Morning to people trying to learn a new language, crab enthusiasts, adults who still own plushies, people who can't speak a sentence properly, bird owners, middle children, people with no blorbos, Autistic Spock-Truthers, anyone over the age of 40, bisexuals who never had The Haircut, people who have never been kissed, and everyone who woke up today -I'm proud of you
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spock has been in the mental health system from a young age spock has 2 different sets of diagnoses on 2 different planets and they both contradict each other spock is anti psychiatry spock is mad pride
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hrshl-soong-laforge · 4 years
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So Spock is neurodivergent
But do I just give him dyslexia or do I give him dyslexia in connection with autism?
The whole reason is because I already gave him some sound hypersensitivity and dyslexia but don't know if the hypersensitivity will be due to him being Vulcan or because of his neurodiversity
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spocks-husband · 8 months
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vulcan has no moon.
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Genre/Tropes: Fluff, old married Spirk <3
Summary: Spock is overwhelmed, but thankfully he always has his favorite person with him to make sure he's alright <3
Notes: This was originally published on my AO3 (link included lol), but I thought I'd put it here too :) this takes place like. Sometimes post Search For Spock?? Idk it's during the TOS movies. Enjoy !!
When he was still in the academy, a hopeful young Starfleet trainee with a fervent ambition for his studies, Spock had stayed up late one night writing an essay for his astrophysics class about the sort of force it might take for two astronomical objects that had orbited each other to fall out of that orbit. It had, of course, been many years since then-- several decades, in fact, which made him feel exceedingly aged-- and he scarcely remembered the essay or the assignment themselves... but he did remember his findings. Not because he had much interest in astrophysics-- in all honesty, the subject had rather bored him during the time he spent studying it-- no, that wasn't it at all. In fact, Spock found that the way the subject seemed to stick in his head the way it did, periodically rising to the surface accompanied by flashing images of his husband's timeless, smiling face, had very little to do with the content of his report itself and much more to do with the conclusion he'd found in his research. 
"Simply put, two celestial bodies in orbit, unless influenced by a massive and most likely artificial source of gravitational pull will not fall out of orbit from each other. Of course, should this happen regardless it would result in disastrous consequences for both astronomical objects in question, but considering that it has already been established that the chances of this occurring are nearly if not impossible, it is not a concern relevant for modern scientists to attempt at preventing as it would be illogical to do so."  
Spock thought about those words as he sat stiffly at the Kirk family dinner table, his face neutral and strangely calm, yet his mind somewhere else entirely. He held no resentment toward his husband's family-- his in-laws, as Jim called them (which was not a term Spock understood in the slightest), had been nothing but kind and loving to him, albeit in their own, somewhat unfamiliar way. He appreciated them, he respected them, but... 
Surak help him they were loud.  
Spock really did not mean any sort of discourtesy in that, hence why he would never announce such a thing aloud (he had learned over his many, many years working with humans that they tended to be... finicky... when it came to certain statements of bluntness and as such he'd found, mostly through trial and error and long, patient, confusing discussions with his husband, what it was that he was socially permitted to say around humans-- or, actually, come to think of it, sometimes even other Vulcans. Maybe he just wasn't good with social cues across the universe.). In his mind-- which is where he had elected the statement would stay, it was more of an observation than anything. Still, though,  he found it rather overwhelming. He didn't mind spending time with Jim's family-- he wanted to, even, it was only fair considering the odd amount of time Jim had spent around Sarek over the course of their relationship-- but Spock couldn't help feeling that the Kirk family could be rather... exhausting. He tried not to think about it, but as he felt that steady, familiar sensation of overwhelmedness creep up his spine he feared that any longer in this house may kill him. 
Suddenly, he felt Jim's hand rest over his own, the slightly cold sensation of his husband's ring touching gently to his skin. 
"Hey, Spock and I are gonna head out for some fresh air," Jim announced, standing up and gently moving aside two of his younger nephews who'd been at his side questioning him about anything they could think to ask about the final frontier. James took his husband's hand gently, and Spock didn't argue as they walked out the front door and into the cool nighttime air. 
Spock felt himself let go of a breath he hadn't known he was holding, the door shutting behind them and leaving the two men in a comfortable evening silence. 
"I could tell you were getting a bit antsy in there," James chuckled, taking Spock's hands in his own carefully. 
"Vulcans do not get... antsy," Spock mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
"Vulcans don't, maybe, but my husband does," James snickered in response. "Come on, let's go for a walk." 
Spock was quiet for a long moment before, slowly, he nodded, a subtle smile creeping onto his face. It was a slight change, something barely even there... that only James Tiberius Kirk would've noticed. There were a lot of things about Spock that only Jim ever saw. Small things, nearly inconsequential things... but, when it came to S'Chn T'Gai Spock, Jim didn't think anything was inconsequential. Every movement, every twitch, every glance... it meant something. Jim had known his husband for far longer than he'd known himself, he knew better than anyone that nothing Spock ever did was purposeless. 
"I am feeling rather... lightheaded," Spock said quietly. "Earth's atmosphere has far more oxygen than the atmosphere of Vulcan, and although I have been here many times my body has yet to  have grown accustomed to the change." 
Jim hummed softly. "Do you want to sit down?" He asked gently. Spock seemed like he wanted to protest, but slowly he seemed to pause and reconsider before agreeing. Jim smiled softly at this, leading his husband off the path and into a nearby field, laying down next to him and staring up at the dimly lit stars above.  
It was strange, really; the two of them had seen the stars at far closer a glance, and yet here they were, admiring them the same way Earthlings had done for thousands and thousands of years, long before the idea of space travel was even considered. They had traveled the universe together. They'd nearly died a thousand times out in the vast, cold depths of space-- hell, once one of them had died and it took more sacrifice than either of them liked to think about to bring him back. There was something romantic in that tragedy. Something tragic in that romance. Yet, like they had as younger men who'd fallen in love on a starship that became more home to the both of them than either of their native lands, they chose not to let such things linger on for too long. The philosophical questions of their love, of their lives, could perhaps be explored another day, in another galaxy. They would have time. 
"... Spock...?" Jim asked quietly, almost hesitant in his voice. Spock found it curiously... uncharacteristic. 
"Yes, Jim?" Spock responded, still holding onto his husband's hand with an almost desperate conviction. 
"... Do you think we're ever going to be... you know... separated... again...?" 
Spock paused to consider the question. 
"Perhaps we will," he whispered. His eyes found themselves drawn to the full moon laying lazily in the sky, its shimmering light twinkling gently down onto them. He thought once again of that essay he'd written during his academy years. For a moment, he wasn't certain why the thought had appeared in his mind... but suddenly he knew. And suddenly he found a small smile once again creep onto his face. He squeezed Jim's hand in his own. "But it would be illogical to prepare for an event which has a nearly if not impossible likeliness of occurring." 
Jim was quiet for a long moment-- but after the breeze that whipped carefully around them in the grass seemed to urge him to respond, he found himself smiling too.
"I suppose you're right, Mr. Spock." 
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woman-of-many-fandoms · 10 months
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I know next ep is meant to be a silly one about Spock being human but I'm excited for different reasons. Spock has always been *my* autistic character since I was diagnosed and I've often wondered what I would be like if I if I wasn't.
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strangenewfeels · 8 months
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I'm continuing to rewatch Season 1 and zoom in on Chapel-Spock interactions. Trying to read Spock's microexpressions as manifested through T'Pring's body is... well, more complicated than I signed up for. Phew.
I'm taking in how immediately and intensely Spock and Chapel become aware of each other, though. They've only had a few scenes together and she's already talking about 'the right guy' in a significant tone. I'm not sure how self-aware of this we're supposed to see her as being, but it seems to affect her to an almost inhibiting degree.
Because of Reasons I have seen a lot of Trek but never got fannish before and in particular never glommed onto Spock, even though I usually do go for the Super-smart Dark-haired One to be found in about 50% of media. Not to get problematic (who am I kidding, just about EVERYTHING is problematic in fandom these days) but I love this Spock in part because he reminds me of my autistic husband. It's not that he can't do badinage, it's just that he's not going to bother until he encounters someone worthwhile.
(Me to husband: Is it OK to compare you to Mr Spock? Husband: It is logical.)
All blorbos are neurodivergent around here... and in this show my blorbos are a canon ship and both officially neurodivergent! ... but I am getting ahead of myself.
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t00thpasteface · 7 months
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"it's very problematic to make your space aliens autistic-coded" SPEAK FOR YOURSELF 👽👽👽👽👽🛸🛸🛸 ALIEN LASER BLAST ATTACK ✨✨✨🌠🌠🌠🌠🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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iliketoydinosaurs · 11 months
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gunstreet · 10 months
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sorry I'm not a photoshop master but would someone mind hanging this up in the SNW writers' room because I think we have all had enough
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