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littlebumblebeesstuff · 4 months

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Picture Board - Cg!Bucky x GN!reader

Summary: Bucky looks after his nonverbal little.

Warning: Neurodivergent little reader. Mentions of sensory issues, nonverbal communication. Mention of pull-ups

It had been a looong morning.

You had been up and down through the night which left you tired and fussy.

And then you hated all your clothes- screaming and crying as Bucky offered you different options. It hurt him to see you struggling with emotions that were just too big for your little body.

He was no stranger to your sensory issues, having spoken in detail about them with you when you were big.

But you just couldn't get the words to come out, which made you more upset, which led to a mini-meltdown.

It took a while, but Bucky finally managed to get you into a pull-up, and a light green fluffy oodie that had frogs on it. Matching fluffy socks were on your feet.

You had slept through most of the morning and into early afternoon, so now you were in your playroom, curled up on a pile of soft blankets and pillows, watching bluey with captions on, and the sound at low volume.

You had a fidget toy in your hands as you watched your cartoon, finally settled after a hard morning.

"Hi, pumpkin, do you need something?"

Bucky smiles widely as he crouched down to your level, watching as you played with your fidget toy.

You hum softly around your paci in response, not looking up at your Baba. He didn't mind this, knowing that eye contact could make you uncomfortable.

"Can you use your words?" When you shake your head Bucky follows up with, "Are words too much right now? That’s okay, little one, sometimes words are just too big."

He shifts and watches you fondly, thinking about how to make sure you are able to communicate with him

"Can you write it down?"

Another head shake, "No? Okay let me go get your picture board."

He gets up and moves across the colourful room to the chest of drawers and opens the top drawer to take out the picture board and extra cards.

He swiftly moves back to your side and kneels down again, holding the board out to you.

"Here you go, sweetheart. Can you point to what you’d like"

Your eyes move away from your fidget toy and to the board. Looking over the icons you point to the picture of a juice box.

"Juice? Of course, honey! We have blackcurrant, orange, or apple, which would you like? You can just hold up 1, 2, or 3 fingers."

You hum softly again, this time as you think about what juice you want. Then you hold up 3 fingers.

"Three? Apple juice it is. I’ll go fill up your sippy. Anything else?"

Bucky smiles as you nod.

"Yup, just point to the picture for me."

Bucky waits patiently as you point to the picture board.

"A hug? Oh pumpkin, of course you can get a hug, come here. You’re my sweet little one, and I love you so much!"

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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i loved your neurodivergent x oscar sm and i think it’s so cute. i love the way both their dynamics work with each other and it’s relatability!!

i was wondering if you could do more fics based on them in like different situations and how they both would care for each other in their own ways??

maybe you could make a fic based around the early stages of their relationship? i can imagine it being like really cute and both of them having to adapt to some of each others habits that they weren’t used to before, etc, and them both just being really caring and overall adorable towards each other!

i hope you’re having a lovely day btw!

Patterns of You

Oscar Piastrix Autistic!reader

Genre: fluff

Request: yep! I'm open for any ideas y'all have. I've been having fun with the autistic reader, so if you have anything specific in mind, please let me know!

Summary: You and Oscar adapt to eachothers way of living

Warnings: none :)

Notes: written in second person

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You and Oscar hit it off

However, it still takes some getting used too for the both of you

Oscar likes trying different foods

You like sticking to the same foods

It took him awhile to learn your preference

He even made a list of things you specifically disliked and hung it on the fridge

He was aware you physically couldn't handle certain things

So he tried his hardest to make things that you both liked or could he made to one's specific preferences

Once he asked you to come with him to a barbecue at a friend's house

The party itself was chill

But the food options made you want to cry

You tired to be polite and eat a little but but you just ended up excusing yourself to the bathroom and gagging

Oscar was well aware of what was happening

He made sure you didn't feel the need to force yourself to eat something you couldn't

When he took you home that night, he purchased your favorite safe food and made it for you

He knew you needed food, and after the stress of everything at the barbecue, he figured your safe food might help to ease your senses

One thing he was not prepared for was the first time you had a meltdown

You'd told him exactly what happens and how you need to calm yourself down so that he wasn't clueless

It didn't stop him from being worried though

When you showed up with Oscar at the paddock for the first time, the journalists were all over you

They were loud, in your face, and in your personal space

It got overwhelming too quick

Your hands immediately cover your ears, and your breathing gets rapid

The worst part is that they follow you

Obviously, they didn't get that you didn't feel like talking to them

Oscar could actively feel your body shutting down

Tears escaping your eyes faster then you could wipe them away

He led you all the way to his driver room without stopping

Immediately, he watched you find the floor and curl into yourself

Oscar just stands guard and makes sure you don't need anything as you attempt to self-soothe

When you feel better, he lets you hold him or be held in whatever way you need

He started to adapt after that

He became Spiderman

It didn't matter where you were, if he was within five minutes of you, he knew if you felt overwhelmed or not

When you moved in with him, he made sure to give you a safe space

Somewhere that other people couldn't go and bother you if you needed time to yourself

Somtimes Oscar himself was your safe space

If you couldn't get away from the environment, he would envelope you in his arms

Letting you bury your face in his chest and breathe in his scent

It wasn't the best way of letting you calm down, but it worked in emergency situations when he couldn't get you out of there

Routine became the most popular shared thing between you two

You both had schedules and stuck to them

He noticed your mini routines inside of your schedule

You would always use the same good morning greeting, so he started using it too

It made you smile when the comforting words fell from his mouth

You always made the bed a specific way, so he memorized how so he could do it also

Vocal tones were the hardest thing for you to learn

Your parents deemed that the way you speak most the time had an ability to sound angry and sassy

This, in turn, made you over explain everything you said because you feared it would get you in trouble

Oscar could not understand for the life of him why one sentence became a three paragraph explanation

He eventually just started listening for keywords you used to get different tones across

When you asked questions about how he was meaning things, he didn't get it at first

When he was talking about work drama, he saw the pure look of confusion on your face

You were trying to decide if he was upset or just gossiping but had yet to figure it out

He understood after that

Needless to say you two eventually found your groove

Communication about communication became a vital point of success in your relationship

Oscar didn't mind having to adapt to something new

He loves you and is willing figure things out

Plus, the patterns you have make you more you

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tiny-merkitty · 1 month

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| Matt's intern gets overwhelmed at work.

| tags/prefaces: sfw age regression fic, matt is aware reader is a regressor, purely platonic/found family, matt is a father figure, from matt's pov, gn reader, overwhelmed/slight meltdown, neurodivergent reader but i dont think i could write a neurotypical if i tried

it'd been a long day, a long day where you had been growing more and more agitated.

Matt could tell as soon as you walked in, the way you huffed when you assumed he couldn't hear it, the jumbled whine stuck in your throat when the files he'd given you didn't stack together as neatly as you would've liked. his brows creased whenever he had to listen to your heart rate tug itself between rapid and sluggish.

the tips of his calloused fingers traced over the same three punctuated dots on whatever document detailing the latest case he'd been given, a hasty translation. most of the indentations were confusing or off. he didn't really care about the poor accommodations from his client at the moment, though—— his fingers went over the word 'and' about fifteen times before his mind had actually processed it, he was too focused on the sound of his intern shakily jamming a pod of something into the half-dead keruig Karen had gotten for their depressing kitchenette. it was a sweet thought at the time.

he made sure to politely inform her to avoid the $30 facebook marketplace listings afterwards, though.

an annoyed groan punctuated with a salty scent filled the small space, Matt's footsteps nearly silent as he made his way to the doorframe— his thumbs ghosted over the handle of his cane, his brows furrowed in a concerned expression as you tried not to cry over some coffee not going to plan.

“everything alright, kid?”

Matt asked quietly, his voice holding the same cadence of a worried teacher.

you didn't answer, though the familiar sound of muscles tensing around your face followed by fabric rustling at your hands told him you'd simply frowned and begun to fidget. his mind wandered to a different explanation, his own mouth turning into a frown at the thought.

Matt never saw your regression as something to be shamed—— the opposite, actually. no, he'd gone out of his way to stock the office up with hot cocoa packets and rainbow marshmallows (at least, the cashier told him they were rainbow. her heartbeat at the time didn't help his confidence on the matter.), he'd even gotten a little plush to keep on the office's couch.

still, having to watch you feel so upset never made him happy.

his hand carefully extended, feeling for the accursed coffee machine and gently fixing the top shut, his mouth curving into a line when he felt you sway a bit closer to him in the process.

his free hand reached around your shoulder, allowing you to rest against the worn fabric of his suit jacket. a quick smile from him as he listened to your heartbeat calm in his presence. he couldn't help the small swell of pride knowing he was doing something right to try and help ease your emotions.

“I should ask Karen to replace this soon. I think it has a vendetta.”

Matt chuckled quietly, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he reached up into the cabinet above the counter, feeling around for mugs and letting his hands trace over the ceramic. none of them had any features he could discern by touch, aside from a mug you'd attempted to put braille on in puffy paint, and another with three-dimensional fish scales across the front.

“nod when I get to the one you want?” he suggested with a head tilt as his hand went from one mug to the next, listening for your cue to stop.

he gave a soft giggle when his hand rested on a mug sitting somewhere near the top left row, followed by your hand tugging at his sleeve.

“this one, sweetheart?”

he took the sound of your hair brushing up and down as you giving a nod, moving the mug to the base of the machine and feeling for the indented labels over the buttons, turning it on the listening to the creaky sound of water boiling and hot chocolate dispensing out.

his hand idly traced up and down your left shoulder, absently counting each seam and thread along your shirt as the creaky noises came to a quick halt.

“careful, it's hot.”

he murmured, opting to hold the base of the mug as he handed it to you, waiting a moment to be sure you were holding onto it tight.

“now, we don't have any whipped cream—— but I'm told these marshmallows are shaped like rabbits...”

Matt's voice came out with a smile, his words enunciated with some suspense to try and make you happy, you exhaled a bit out of your nose, so he took that as a win.

he placed a few into the mug and let you hold onto his forearm as he walked you back into his office, sitting beside you on the hand-me-down sofa—— he chose not to ask Foggy where he'd gotten it, but most signs pointed to side of the road. nothing a gallon of lysol couldn't fix, he guessed. the springs prorested beneath the two of you, your head falling onto his shoulder almost instinctively, he was quick to bundle you in a blanket he'd left folded on the arm, exhaling a long breath as he listened to yours beginning to even out, the smell of sugary chocolate and printer paper filling his nose.

“s‘ has cats on it..”

his brows raised when you spoke, it'd been a little bit since you'd said anything today. anything of your own volition, at least.

“the mug?” he asked carefully, his own eyes beginning to droop, you were a welcome warmth against him, your own sleepiness felt contagious.

you gave a nod, felt against the crook of his neck as you sipped from the newly learned cat mug.

“that's nice, angel. are you tired?”

the question was rhetorical, more or less. he knew you were, his hand was already prepping to catch the half-full mug and set it on his desk in the event of you getting too lethargic to hold it up properly.

you nodded again, Matt gave a smile, tucking the blanket up just under your neck, your legs bunched up on the pleather couch.

“I think my client will understand if we take a nap,” his thumb traced over your brow, lulling your eyes shut. “just rest, the case will still be there in the morning.” Matt's voice was a mumble, drifting into soothing murmurs and eventual silence once he was sure you were fully asleep, his free hand underneath the mug, carefully removing it from your limp fingers and placing it on the nearest surface.

he gently laid on his back, letting you bundle up and rest your head on his chest, he didn't mind the cramped space on the couch. you were comfortable and at ease, that was all that mattered to him for the time being.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Desperate to Decompress

Pairings: Weems x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: Reader needs some time for herself to gather her thoughts and hides herself away. When Ms Thornhill notices your absence she reports to Weems, who goes to investigate.

TW: depictions of neurodivergence (implied), overstimulation (implied), hiding, crying, disappearing, crying, flinching (is that a warning idk),

A/n Ok so before i get attacked for this, this is a self-indulgent fic because i often hide myself away when i feel like this (I have ADHD) so this is based off my experiences. Neurodivergance presents slightly differently for everyone. Im not saying this is the only way it can be, just this is how it is for me. Enjoy :)

It had been simply too long since you had had enough time by yourself to decompress. You loved Enid and Wednesday; they were mostly the best roommates you could ask for but sometimes you really just needed a break. Silence and a place with no people.

It felt as if you had been slowly had your brain being scrubbed with each social interaction, any more of it and you would snap. It had happened before; people were just too present and loud and the more you tried to keep going the more the annoyance grew. It wasn’t personal, it was simply you had enough of it all.

You simply needed space and time to decompress, but with a shared dorm and a school full of teenagers there weren’t really any places to hide away from everything. You just needed somewhere silent, devoid of people and preferable hidden where you could sit with your headphones in listening to whatever song you had been playing on repeat for the past few days and your sketchbook in your lap. A snack to eat and some juice maybe. The introvert in you was screaming for help and you knew if you stayed around people any longer your social battery was just about dead. And when it died so did all of yourself control, all of the annoyance and repressed anger would come out and nobody wanted that, not even you.

Class was dismissed and it was time for the fifth lesson of the day. Your head was feeling slightly buzzed and you knew you needed it all to stop as soon as humanly possible. So, whilst walking between classes you slipped into your dorm under the guise of retrieving your biology textbook for botany class which was starting soon. Once the hallways had drained of teenagers as they all funnelled into classrooms in small streams, you hoisted your backpack over one shoulder and snuck through the halls.

You found it never worked the way you needed it to if you told people where you were going, that way it felt like there was still something expected of you. No. You never told anyone where you went or when you left on trips like these and that wasn’t going to change now you were at nevermore. You needed to know you weren’t going to be bothered by someone. Complete isolation or complete meltdown. That’s the options.

As you finally made it to where you wanted to be you clicked twice and descended into the nightshades library. A few days ago, you had been expecting the impending need for a shutdown and hidden a small blanket, snacks and a lamp behind some of the books. Now it came time to use them you pulled out the supplies.

Gently you set out the blanket like one might have a picnic, the soft touch soothing and relaxing. You set down your backpack and kicked off your shoes. Popping in an earbud in each ear you pressed play and took out your pencils and sketchbook. The sigh you heaved was involuntary as the stress began to melt. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you felt the annoyance that had been growing over the past days begin to trickle away.

You threw yourself into your drawing needing something mindless but engaging to do. You sketched scenes that were stuck in your mind's eye from the past few days of the term. Enid’s colourfully painted nails. Wednesday's typewriter. You drew and sketched and felt your mind begging to unwind and detangle all of the twisted emotions from the days.

Meanwhile Ms Thornhill glared at your empty seat in her class.

“Ms Sinclair, do you happen to know where Ms L/n is thats more important than my class?” She asked a slight edge on her voice.

It wasn’t annoyance at you as much as the fact her favourite student was absent, and the school board had cut her budget once more deeming the carnivorous plants a non-essential item and a point of risk for students.

“Umm I’m not sure?” Enid said looking slightly confused. “She was with me in out last class.” She said. The botany teacher huffed in annoyance.

“Open your textbooks to page 348 and start taking notes on the phenotype selection of white budded roses.” She said and the sound of textbooks being haul from bags began. “Until i return i expect no funny business. One more broken pot and the whole class has detention next Thursday.” She said and stalked off to the principal's office.

Now she was out of the classes eyesight she quickened her pace. Her anger faded to worry. It was unlike you to simply disappear. Sure, you had only been at nevermore for a few weeks now, but the risk of you being lost or injured was never none. Standing in-front of the big wooden doors she shifted her weight from foot to foot and before she could knock the doors opened.

“Marilyn.” Principle weems said in surprise before she collected herself and stepped to the side. “Come in. What can i help you with.” She asked and the two women walked over to the couch. Weems patted the spot beside her, and Ms Thornhill perched herself next to the shapeshifter.

“I’ll make this brief as i have a class left in the biology classroom.” She began and Weems nodded. “It's Y/n.” She began before sighing.

“Whats the matter with her?” Weems asked placing a hand on her teacher's knee.

“She hasn’t shown up for the class and its unlike her to simply disappear without telling people where she went. Im worried Larissa. What if she’s lost or worse yet injured?” She said and weems patted her leg.

“Never you worry. I will find her and make sure she is dealt with straight away. If that’s all i recommend getting back to your class before all your flowers have been deadheaded.” Weems smiled.

“Yes. That’s probably best isn’t it.” Ms Thornhill agreed and nodded standing and shooting her thanks to the principle before exiting.

Now the teacher was gone weems stood and collected the keys from her desk and left her office. She began at your dorm. Knowing which one it was as she had visited many times to see Wednesday and reprimand her for her repeated behaviours. You had been there for some of it but never really said much other than things like ‘I’ll get out of your hair’ before leaving.

It's not that Weems disliked you or any of her students really, she was just very busy and was now realising maybe she should have payed some closer attention to you. This was your first boarding school and your file had stated you were … different. Incredibly smart and well put together but it did say you were sometimes prone to randomly disappearing. Weems suspected this would happen sooner or later although she hadn’t the faintest as to why you did what you did. Maybe she should have given more of her time to making sure you had adjusted and settled in alright.

She frowned looking into the empty dorm. Noting the backpack, she often saw you with was also gone along with one of the two blankets from your bed.

She scanned the room once more before turning and leaving to search elsewhere for you.

Time didn’t really matter to you when you were like this. You simply stayed wherever until you no longer felt the overwhelmingness of it all anymore. You couldn’t let others see you like this. Vulnerable. You were most vulnerable like this. You simply needed space. You had no clue how much time had passed, and the sketchbook’s pages were slowly being filled with intricate portraits and landscapes from the past few days.

After a while you had resorted to the photos on your phone for reference. You hummed quietly to the music which was probably why you didn’t hear the sound of high heels on the steps until they were in front of you.

Looking up you saw the unimpressed face of Principle weems looking down at you with her arms folder. Using a finger, she flicked the chord of your wired headphones to dislodge one of the earbuds. You flinched slightly at the movement so close to your face and the feeling of everything crushing you almost seemed to return. She had found you. She had found you before you had the time to find yourself. You could feel the tears begging to escape. You were exhausted emotionally and couldn’t take one more trial of your mentality.

You hadn’t really noticed weems lecturing you until she grabbed your bicep loosely to haul you up. You flinched violently this time, the touch almost seeming to burn. Weems demeanour switched almost immediately as she came to an understanding. She put her hands up in surrender and crouched in front of you, an impressive feat for someone in heels. You saw her lips moving but the sound still didn’t seem to be reaching your ears, or more rather, your brain.

After moment weems simply sat and folded her legs pretzel style and lent against the wall next to you. She had stopped talking seeing how it hadn’t really reached you at all.

She seemed to be taking a note from your book and simply resting. She laid her head against the cool stone and shut her eyes slightly. You two of you sat in silence for a bit as you twirled you pencil anxiously. After a minute you realised the tears on your cheeks were present and you brought up a fist and began to harshly scrub at your eyes. A soft hand caught your arm and this time the touch didn’t seem to burn as much. Weems guided your hands to her lap as she held them and ran the pad of her thumb over the back of your knuckles gently.

“Darling are you ready to talk?” She asked and when you didn’t respond she softened. “It's ok if you're not-“

“Im fine.” You said and pulled your hands from her grip. “I should probably head to class anyway.” You said and began putting your stuff in your backpack. You felt a hand in your shoulder and stilled.

“Darling, I’m not expecting you to do that right now. Your clearly in need of a break. How about instead of sitting down here in the dark and the cold you come join me in my office. I can make us some hot chocolates and we can talk or just sit in silence, whatever you need love.” She said you felt the tears gather once more on your waterline. Weems brushed a gentle thumb over your cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“Oh darling.” She said softly and opened her arms for a hug. You shuffled into her lap and she wrapped her arms around you holding you tightly. The pressure helped and she seemed to notice.

“If you would like i can order you a weighted blanket for when I’m not available.” She said softly and smiled at the nod she felt against her chest.

“Yes please.” You said in a small voice.

“Alright.” She whispered into your hair and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Let’s go get some hot chocolate when you're ready.” She said and you began to pull away. She held you closer. “That doesn’t have to be now if thats not what you need.” She said and you nodded again into the lapels of her blazer.

“Now darling. If you ever feel like this i want, you to come to me and we can sort something out for you. However, i must thank you for the exercise, being stuck behind a desk most days usually prevents me from a half hour fanatic search of the school grounds and she gently laud her chin on the top of your head as she felt you laugh slightly into her chest.

“I think I’m ready for that hot chocolate now.” You said softly. “If thats ok.” You added and she slowly unwrapped her arms from you.

“Anytime darling.” She said and helped you to your feet beating you to your backpack and putting it over her shoulder.

“I’d love to see your art sometime if you're ok with that. I love seeing my students' talents shine.” She said and you smiled softly and gently wiped your face to try and look less like you had been crying.

Weems wrapped your hand in hers and led you the short distance to her office. Once inside she set down your bag by the couch and told you to make yourself at home before disappearing into her private quarters and returned a minute later with two steaming mugs of her famous hot chocolate.

You sat in silence sipping the drinks before you set yours down and got ready to speak. The principle followed suit and placed down her own mug and dusted off invisible lint from her lap.

“It just … it all just gets too much sometimes. And i know i should tell someone but i feel like i just need to get out. Like one more second and I’ll snap.” You began and slowly all of the pent-up stress began to pour out into your words. Principle weems sat and listened wordlessly before you finally finished her hands where on your knees.

“I think it’s perfectly alright to be overwhelmed sometimes. And i have an idea. I find i myself often get trapped in my work and negate to listen to what i need. What I propose is…” she said pausing and folding her hands in her lap. “Anytime, and i mean anytime, day or night, you feel like this… you come find me and we take a break together.” She said and you smiled softly. “Do you think you can do that? Hmm save me from my work darling?” She asked with a small smile, and you nodded.

“I guess.” You said playing with your fingers.

“Good.” She nodded and you felt yourself relax further. “Now I’d like you to stay with me for the afternoon, i can see it in your eyes that your tired and i would like to offer you my space to relax. I can assure you it's much nicer than the floor of an older hidden library. Or at least i hope it is.” She joked and you chuckled softly.

“I’ll make us some food as I’m sure you missed lunch and then we can relax and maybe even take a look at your art. From what I’ve seen and been told in passing, you are quite the artist Ms L/n.” She smiled and you ducked your head embarrassed.

She smiled and went to retrieve some food for the two of you.

That afternoon you sat with the principle and snacked whilst she looked through your sketchbook sounding praises at your art and even asking for a commission for her office.

“I need some more colour in here.” She noted and you smiled. For once you decompressed but this time you weren’t alone. And you knew from now on you would have Larissa with you if you ever needed her.

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atom-writings · 2 days

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tangerine with an autistic s/o

0.7k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: mention of ableism and subsequent violence

a/n: its my account i write what i want

Being somewhere on the neurodivergent spectrum himself (don’t @ me,) along with his brother being autistic, it’s unlikely that Tangerine would end up with someone neurotypical anyway.

Constantly nicks you stim toys. It’s like a challenge to him since they’re usually bright and loud somehow.

He finds it so cute when you miss social cues, but he’d never say anything about it to you. He knows it can be embarrassing, and he doesn’t mind explaining what people mean.

He’s endlessly paranoid about the people he loves, so expect constant check-ins. Whenever you’re in public, he likes to hold your hand tight so he knows you’re safe (which is so, so nice when you’re in a crowd.)

When you’re on the verge of going non-verbal or having a meltdown, he notices immediately and gets you out of there. If anyone tries to say anything, he doesn’t even give them the time to do so.

“An’ who are you now? Nobody, tha’s right, fuck off.”

Whenever you talk about your special interests, he pretends he isn’t interested. He’ll sigh and make stupid snarky comments, but if you look closely, you can tell he’s still smiling a little. In reality, he doesn’t mind.

“Right, calm down luv, it’s really not tha’ big of a deal,”

“It’s a big deal to me!”

He sighs heavily and leans back in his chair before speaking again, “An’ by extension… me, now?”

“Yes!” Your ecstatic expression makes him groan, but he still has to cover his mouth to hide his smile.

But still, you might not notice he was really listening until he offhandedly makes a comment that only someone who had been paying crazy close attention would know.

He might even know things you don’t, just because he comes to associate whatever you love with you. It comforts him to engage with your interests when you’re separated.

As you already know, Tangerine is a prickly person. Normally, he’s quite prone to anger and fits; but with you, he does his best to always remain level-headed. He doesn’t want to hurt you, especially he knows how sensitive you can be to anger. But he can’t help it sometimes. He’d never yell at you, at least. Anything too harsh is apologized for quickly.

He’s working on it. You are one of the two most important people in his life, after all.

Speaking of which, expect to spend a lot of time with Lemon. Especially at the beginning of your relationship. He’s very nervous to make the wrong move and scare you off, and knowing that Lemon (also autistic) is there makes him worry a lot less.

Generally, he doesn’t take criticism very well… especially when it comes to his behaviour… but he does try to be as receptive as he can when you’re the one criticising him.

Ableists get the shit beat out of them. Every time. Without fail. He will not stop this even when you ask. Although, if it makes you cry seeing him do that, he might stop himself early just so he can take you home and comfort you.

Making you cry is the ultimate sin to him.

Even more “extreme” stims and tics don’t bother him. He just tends to tune them out like he does anything else.

He also might be even more vigilant about bringing along your comfort/accessibility items. Before you leave the house, he grabs you by the shoulder and checks you have everything. Again, paranoid.

Along with that, he may be a little infantilizing sometimes. He wants to always be by your side to make sure you’re alright, which can become… frustrating.

Like yes, it’s nice that he wants to drive you everywhere so you don’t have to worry about driving yourself or taking public transportation, but also you’re perfectly capable of doing those things by yourself (or if you’re not, I guess he’s just your knight in shining armour.)

If you’re otherwise incapable of doing some things, like speaking or cooking or whatever, he really doesn’t mind doing them for you. It makes him feel even more like your protector, which makes him so, so happy. As long as you pay him in affection, he won’t complain.

Actually, that’s not true. He complains about everything. But you’ll quickly learn what is “real” complaining, and what is just him being like that.

“Sweetheart, I wan’ you to know tha’ if anyone ever said anythin’ about you tha’s like- rude, in any way, I woul’ personally blow their brains out, understand?”

#not proofread at all #bullet train tag #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #bullet train x reader #tangerine tag

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alonestuckinthestars · 10 months

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I cried watching Nimona

I don't usually cry during movies, at most my eyes water just a little but no more. And there I was last night hugging my pikachu plushie as tears streamed down my face over how much Nimona just begged to be seen and loved for who she is.

TW: Trauma, trauma, trauma. Social and family trauma.

Growing up an unknowingly neurodivergent trans kid in a messy family I really was made out to be a monster by others. I've been called one, I've been looked at as one, I've been treated like one. At home, in school, in public.

When as a child in school I struggled to make friends at all, I got jealous whenever I did make a friend because I was terrified of them leaving me, which they all eventually did. But I was the problem, I was the monster for being jealous, and no one ever tried to show me compassion for why I was jealous over friends in the first place.

When at home or in public I had explosive meltdowns from childhood to teenage years over a multitude of reasons, I was the problem, I was the monster, and no one ever tried to show me compassion for why I was having meltdowns in the first place.

When I grew up the unwanted child of a father I've never known, living in a house with a man who mistreated me because I was not his own, adopting his parents as my grandparents until as a teenager I was disowned. My existence was the problem, I was the monster, and no one ever tried to show me compassion.

I was the problem for having no friends. I was the problem for being different. I was the problem for being jealous. I was the problem for being anxious. I was the problem for being angry. I was the problem for existing, because my existence was just wrong.

I grew up the stereotypical quiet, shy, anxious, outcast nerdy artsy kid. My passions, my ideas, my thoughts and my quirks were too much for everyone and so I learned to stay quiet and stay distant, and if I spoke to keep it down and restrained. Like how Nimona would metaphorically die if she couldn't shapeshift, I have died from suppressing myself. And it's a hard road back to coming alive.

My whole life I just wanted to be seen. I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to be understood. I just wanted to belong.

I'm now in a place in my life where I do have loved ones who show me compassion, love me for me and I don't have to fear abandonment, and everyone else actually treats me like a person rather than a burden or some horrible thing to not be spoken of. Yet everyday I am still impacted by the ostracization, the rejection I faced for most of my life. Every day I am still sad, I am still angry, and I still hurt. It's something I can't shake off, and likely will spend the rest of my whole life healing from.

All that to say watching Nimona was like having a mirror reflecting straight back at my life. My lifelong social and family struggles, my transness and neurodivergence, my sadness, my anger, my suffering.

And so the tears streamed down my face over the whole sequences of her attempting to bond with other animals and repeatedly failing, her bonding with Gloreth only for it to end in disaster and her made out to be the monster, and her walking towards the Gloreth statue to end her pain as everyone ran from her.

I will not be forgetting this movie anytime soon.

#nimona #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed autism #nimona spoilers #lgbtq #trans #transgender #queer #trauma #nimona movie #autistic adult #autism

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duskymrel · 6 months

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my dad and i are literally the most autistic ever (it actually does run in the family)

we have two types of silverware in our house: thin handles and thick handles. my dad HATES the thick-handled ones and refuses to use them. he told me once he'd rather scoop his eyeballs out with a melon scooper than use them because he hates the way they feel in his hands.

i hate the sounds of fingernails on seatbelts. every time i hear it or accidentally do myself it i feel my organs begin to implode. whenever my fingernails accidentally scratch my seatbelt i have to run them over my lips for over 30 minutes to feel normal again.

my dad has only worn this one type of shirt for 20 years. he literally has 15 pairs of the exact same shirt. same brand, same material, same color. and he wears it every day because he can't stand any other shirt. the only time he wears anything else is for special occasions when he can't get away with wearing his normal shirt, and he HATES it.

as a kid, i couldn't let my food touch each other. if a single grain of rice touched my chicken i would have a literal meltdown. (this specifically happened once). didn't matter what it was that i was eating, i wouldn't be able to eat it until everything was completely separated and not touching anything else. i did this when we ate out too, and the same rules applied for putting it in a to-go box too. my mom, being the asshole she is, would intentionally shake the to-go box and mix everything up to make me cry.

me and my dad share this one habit: we can't stand unevenness on our bodies. if we scratch one leg, we have to scratch the other side in the same spot and with the same pressure. Step on a sidewalk crack with your left foot? now you gotta do it with your right foot. i physically can't wear rings or bracelets without it being perfectly balanced on both sides (same amount of rings and bracelets on both sides and they both need to have a similar weight. my mom was the first one who notice that my dad and i both do this. (he and i googled it once, apparently, it's smth called "Just Right" OCD.)

this is the tip of the iceberg lmao.

anyways yeah neurodivergency runs in our family. literally everybody on my dads side either has autism, adhd, or both. and at least one person in every generation is REALLY crazy. (my grandpa was the one in his generation, he had schizophrenia and was most likely bipolar. one of the triplets (my aunt) has it in her generation. idk who it is in my generation but shit it's probably me)

#duskys textposts #shitpost #autism #neurodiversity #adhd

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astriiformes · 1 year

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Poking and prodding at my brain now that I have another potential dose of context for why it melts down and spirals over things so often and like. Putting everything in a list there really is a pattern I should have been paying more attention to probably, but have always just identified as bad anxiety or neurodivergent quirks

That said, it is also making me feel immensely lonely because I have lots of neurodivergent and anxious friends I've gone to for advice over the years, but I'm realizing that my possible pure-obsessive OCD and scrupulosity tendencies may be why I've often responded poorly to their attempts at help. Which is good to understand, and ultimately may help me tell them what I do need but. Also means I am suddenly hyper aware of how irrational the stuff I can't help but meltdown over is, and feel really stupid for it and also like the people I'm closest to aren't going to have much advice for me.

Anyways. For my own connecting-the-dots purposes. Some very normal thoughts I have had breakdowns over before:

As a kid who was raised Evangelical, had a pretty classic case of the religious/blasphemous intrusive thoughts often associated with OCD that caused me an immense amount of distress. This one has calmed down entirely now that I have extricated myself from that environment, but also for a couple years after leaving the church I would have similar thought spirals literally any time someone mentioned the concept of the afterlife/hell.

Adjacently, the second part contributed to me having a fear of death so intense for a while that I once broke down crying in my mom's car during the 7-minute drive from my dad's place to hers on a night where there were no other cars on the road because I was so convinced we were going to die in a car crash.

Unfortunate fact: I was trying to get into Discworld at the time and read Mort while all this was going on and my opinion of the series has never quite recovered.

.......Have multiple friends very into Discworld and used to spiral any time it got mentioned because it felt like a moral flaw that it stressed me out so much because I shouldn't feel that way about something to important to my friends, and additionally felt like it would be, essentially, thoughtcrime to blacklist it.

(This is better now and I am probably going to give the books another try, but for a while I was very stupid about it)

Spent actual years searching for a place to buy gatorade powder that wasn't Walmart or Amazon even though I need it for actual health reasons, because they were the only places I could find it and I have an obsessive avoidance of both companies and couldn't bear the thought of buying from them for the first time in years. Over something I needed. For my health.

Opposite of the Discworld problem: some of my friends have problems with a TV show I like which means I have spent entire evenings crying myself to sleep with guilt because obviously I cannot like things that the people in my life are bothered by

I am not joking I missed class regularly as a result of the last one for several weeks, I was so distraught.

And like I also have dealt with a lot of other things over the years, including really upsetting intrusive thoughts (usually of the "what if something violent and gory happened to you and/or your loved ones," variety, with a side of self-harming and suicidal thoughts -- being a really visual thinker makes this particularly terrible) and constant spiraling over perceived social/moral missteps.

And I guess I'm feeling kind of frustrated because so many people have latched onto the more... hm... relatable I guess aspects of my anxiety in ways that have made me think the above are like. Normal for someone with really bad anxiety (and trauma too, I guess, though I think that really is the source of some of them) and I've fallen into beating myself up over not being able to overcome mine the way everybody else seems to. And now I still don't even entirely feel like I'm allowed to self-diagnose any of this as OCD specifically but I'm also realizing that there is something much more fucked up and irrational happening in my brain than I thought because I just assumed this was how mental illness was for everyone and I was just. Really bad at managing it.

#maybe there is. maybe there is something going on here

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just finished the voyagers pathways novel today and the tuvok/t’pel crumbs are so T^T KAHDKSJFLDJF ♡♡♡♡ the pon farr moment where he says “what if i don’t know what to do” and then immediately afterwards says he needn’t have worried KAHDKDJF THEY ARE SO IN LOVE LIKE IMMEDIATELY!!!! i love them so much.

and neurodivergent tuvok talking about fish bowls in his stomach … yeah so true

AAAAA I love that novel (I only read the Tuvok parts~) it gives me so much Tuvok characterization to pick through...whoever wrote that was so funny to decide that Tuvok's parents straight up never told him ANYTHING about Pon Farr. The scene where the old priestess is trying to delicately tell him he has the sex fever and Tuvok being like "???? what's that??" is hilarious to m e. The fact that the SECOND he sees T'Pel he's like "I love her. She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I want her. I have to have her. I have to be her." is also great to me...AND in both show canon & the book canon the fact he gives up on pursuing becoming a monk in order to be with T'Pel is sweet to me. (I imagine he /could/ have gone back to the temple after his pon farr passed and that's canon to ME bc I personally enjoy thinking that) It's the thing he wanted most in the world since he was a small child and he had it and he loved it but then he meets T'Pel and his priorities shift. He wants to pursue a life by her side now <3

My second favorite exchange is the one between Tuvok and his mom where she tells him to get up - he says he's awake and she says I Didn't Ask Thee To Wake I Told Thee To Rise or something like that and he JUMPS out of bed ...HEHEHE it's cute. It reminds me of my own mom waking me up for school. Tuvok & T'Pel interactions are minimal but still it's a feast compared to canon...him complaining about how their kids are behaving badly to her and then turning to see what she thinks and she's dead asleep bc she just gave birth and him co nsidering WAKING HER UP before he's like "Hmm...wait a minute...maybe not." YE AH TUVOK. MAYBE NOT. Hhehehe...when you want to talk to your wife so bad <3 His Sons: -dicking around- Tuvok: That's It. Pack your bags. You're going to the temple. =_= (Scared Straight Theme Plays) M'Fau: -head in hands- go eat some fucking cake with your sons and maybe you'll calm down. Tuvok saying "This is absolutely unacceptable...I /NEVER/ acted like this..." when in canon he literally got disowned by his dad as a teenager is funny but also correct. I can 100% believe that Tuvok would say he never acted Like That when he acted even worse. ALSO YES YES YES Tuvok's neurodivergent swag is off the charts...him like having a panic attack/meltdown when his parents say he's too passionate about that one thing and thus can't pursue it. His ideal life being one of quiet and consistent routine which he adheres to even more strictly than others of the same discipline (the fact this annoys him bc they're not doing it 'right')...his reaction to Sophie crying:

I love him so much. Something so relatable about that scene in particular and how it's written. He himself has big feelings but doesn't know how to react to the feelings of others. It doesn't translate for him~<3 Anyway this ask made me v happy bc I love talking about Tuvok and also T'Pel so here's a bonus lil doodle of that scene you mentioned which also made me laugh~!!

#there's some mild nudity in this one so be warned #Q&A #Tuvok/T'Pel #kind anon #THANK YOUUU~!!!! For an excuse to ramble about Tuvok <3 #bee doodles #Tuvok: I have a w ife????? (sees T'Pel) I Have A Wife.#T'Pel watching Tuvok's sweaty 5'11 ass lurking in the corner dead silent trying not to stare and reacting like '<3' <- she's a real one #also Tuvok & Asil's interaction was so cute <3 him being like 'My darling little girl is a genius.....' you know he's THAT dad

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disabled-cat-in-a-cowboy-hat · 1 year

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Here's a hot take and a hard take for all the ipad babies on social media;

Being able to even apply for disability, snap, food stamps, or social security is in of itself white and/or mentally-abled privilege.

When you are so mentally disabled from constantly-worsening PTSD (due to poverty/trauma/abuse you cannot escape) that you break down screaming at the top of your lungs and bawling uncontrollably when put under any amount of stress or pressure or have to answer direct questions, you are literally not able to apply for benefits or help.

Full Stop, you need to wake up, grow up, and realize this reality for the neurodivergent.

Even if you are privileged enough to HAVE a caretaker or PoA, government officials and offices REFUSE to speak to anyone EXCEPT FOR YOU-- DELIBERATELY PROHIBITING mentally disabled people from being able to have assistance.

If you are incapable of self-advocating or mentally functioning enough to talk to these people who are constantly antagonizing, verbally abusing, and pushing forceful and willful and deliberate undue burden on you to make you give up, then you are put in the position I am in

You just. Fucking. Die.

Then I get little pretentious white kids who were born into money telling me that it's sooooo easy to get on disability because it was easy for THEM. Because.. they... were born into. Money.

Why do rich kids literally not get this?? Why is this such a difficult concept for you? If you were born even into middle-class wealth, you are extremely privileged. If your parents did not abuse you, you are extremely privileged.

If you are so traumatized you cannot do anything except drown in distractions or else be trapped in a screaming-crying death spiral, how exactly are you supposed to survive living in poverty in the USA? Hmmm? I am fully handicapped. I am fully disabled. Both mentally and physically. I can't sleep, I can barely eat, and I cannot talk to strangers. I can't make it a single day without at least 2-3 suicidal meltdowns.

I am already on the highest amount of psychiatric medication that I am allowed to be on for medical reasons and I am about to lose it entirely due to what was done to me costing me my healthcare. I cannot afford therapy. I cannot go to a doctor, anymore. All of that was taken away from me.

So what do you do as a severely suicidal, disabled, handicapped, mentally ill, completely non-functional trans person who has had their entire life, livelihood, livability, income, healthcare, medications, groceries, hope, dreams, plans, future, pets, house, transportation, mobility assistance devices, gender-affirming care, trans surgeries, testosterone, and entire purpose for living ripped away because of selfish, ignorant white abled people?

The government is not here to protect or save me. What has happened to me us the absolute EPITOME and PROOF that this "justice system" is deliberately and specifically engineered as a weapon of GENOCIDE for people in my categories and they hand selfish, white fascists everything they want when they are bored of people like me without a second thought.

What has happened to me is not an Accident. It was Deliberate. Purposeful.

Everything that has been done to me has been for the explicit act of getting rid of me-- permanently. Because that is what the USA cultivates, grooms, and enables. This is the prerogative of white privileged people in this country; Exterminate people like me.

How the USA and its citizens responded to Covid-19 RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE and my entire FAMILY is just DYING. We already lost two of our housemates. Dead. FOREVER. My fucking FATHER to cancer we couldn't afford to treat and FATHER FIGURE due to my abrupt and unfair eviction. GONE.

Because of this country and what People decided to do to Me. Now the rest of us are going to die one by one.

Because of the Genocide System of America.

And you're just going to stand there and watch us starve to death or die of cancer or desperate suicide to end the suffering and torment we have been forced into.

There is NO HELP for the TRULY DISABLED.

If you are disabled and have ANY financial aid-- you're privileged as FUCK.

If people do not start Donating To My Family, we will not make it even two more months and that's GENEROUS.

If you think that "money raised" number means we are okay-- WRONG. All that money is GONE. This fundraiser has been going on for months and alot of it went to bills. We are BROKE. We have NOTHING. Wake. UP. Give us REAL HELP. We are DYING. HELLO.

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livingzomboy · 2 months

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neurotypicality is the real mental illness yall suck ass you cruel worthless disgusting excuses for humans. Youre all evil because your ways of thinking cause harm to COUNTLESS people and have fof CENTURIES. Just a few decades ago i would already have been lobotomized. Put in an asylum. Experienced unethical electroshock therapy. And just in my modern life i have been thrown to the floor and sedated violently for experiencing a panic attack in s hospital. I have had the police treat me like a CRIMINAL for wanting to die. Neurotypicality is what fuels so much hatred and bigotry in the world.

What do you mean i cant use the actions of a government to justify my hatred? What do you mean that the neurodeveloment a person cant control is no reason to hate them? What do you mean neurotypicals are also victims of trauma? What do you mean you cant be inherently evil? Replace neurotypicals with narcissists, pwBPD, ASPD, HPD. See how stupid it is to assume that one group is responsible for all the violence ive faced in the world?

But on top of that, ive befriended many a neurodivergent, and have we had our ups and downs OF COURSE! But everyone who has bullied me has at worst depression or anxiety. The boys who conered me in a bathroom and attempted to force me to expose my genitals were neurotypicals. It is neurotypicals who are rigid. It is neurotypicals who force their lives and rules onto others, and it is a neurotypical society that makes the symptoms of most neurodivergence demonized and aggravated. Neurotypicals are just as much the problem as the neurodivergents who are abusive or violent. And it is often neurotypicals that drive us to those places.

It starts small with trying to force rules on us to behave "right" without telling us the rules, then its calling us cringe, bullying and isolating us, then it is violence towards us (Speaking as a schizospec we are more likely to be victims of abuse, and all neurodivergent people are more likely to be victims.) that is then justified because we are "crazy" or because our reactions are funny to them. It is them targeting visibly autistic people and giving them meltdowns in public that they record and use to demonizd us snd call us names. It then escalates to us neurodivergent folks feeling like the only way out is to die, like the only way to be heard is to scream. We are taught that violence against us can be justified, but our reactions cannot. And all because its no big deal to a neurotypical. I had people who would grab onto my arms, my scars, my hands. And it feels like searing pain. But they don't understand that feeling so me crying is funny to them. And when a neurodivergent or mentally ill person is violent, nobody talks about how people hurt us first. How they shut us out and refused to help.

Neurotypicals are the problem. Because your society hates us, hurts us, and calls us monsters.

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ND for NT? Neurodivergence in National Treasure

(Abigail Chase Edition) -- Pt 2

Last time we started looking at how Abigail compares to Rudy Simone's list of questions about Autism in women & other high maskers.

Now we'll do the other two parts.

Part 3 “Emotions/Physical”

→ Emotionally immature and emotionally sensitive

Sensitive, perhaps. Immature? She seems to be handling the breakup much more maturely than Ben.

→ Anxiety and fear are predominant emotions

Not seeing this in canon.

→ More open to talking about feelings and emotional issues than males with AS

Maybe? She is the one to press on the "why are you like this?" question in the dressing room.

→ Strong sensory issues - sounds, sights, smells, touch, and prone to overload. (Less likely to have taste/food textures issues as males)

The best case I can make for this is probably the Reading Terminal Market chase scene. She immediately hides somewhere cool and quiet (behind the meat counter). Then she gets jump-scared by Riley when she’s hiding in the flowers.

→ Moody and prone to bouts of depression. May have been diagnosed as bipolar or manic depressive (common comorbids of autism/AS) while the AS diagnosis was missed

No canon evidence.

→ Probably given several different prescriptions to treat symptoms. Will be very sensitive to medications and anything else she puts in her body so may have had adverse reactions

No canon evidence.

→ 9 out of 10 have mild to severe gastrointestinal difficulties - e.g. ulcers, acid reflux, IBS, etc.

No canon evidence, but this would be interesting!

→ Stims to soothe when sad or agitated: rocking, face-rubbing, humming, finger-flicking, leg bouncing, finger or foot-tapping, etc.

No? Riley does more of this than anyone else in the group.

→ Similarly physical when happy: hand flapping, clapping, singing, jumping, running around, dancing, bouncing

Not really? Even when they find the treasure she’s pretty still.

→ Prone to temper or crying meltdowns, even in public, sometimes over seemingly small things due to sensory or emotional overload

Not that we see.

→ Hates injustice and hates to be misunderstood; this can incite anger and rage

You could consider her rift with Ben in BoS as part of this.

→ Prone to mutism when stressed or upset, esp. after a meltdown. Less likely to stutter than male counterparts but may have a raspy voice, monotone at times, when stressed or sad

She can come across as a little monotone, but that could also be the combo of her accent and personality.

Part 4: “Social Relationships”

→ Words and actions are often misunderstood by others

Well they’re definitely misunderstood by Ben, but that might be a Ben problem.

→ Perceived to be cold-natured and self-centered; unfriendly

Yes. See “mean Declaration lady”

→ Is very outspoken at times, may get fired up when talking about passions/obsessive interests

Ask her about Thomas Jefferson I dare you. In all seriousness, I think the way she thanks Ben at the gala is pretty indicative of this. Her close-to-the-vest composure evaporates when she admits in a rather youthful, indulgent way that she’s keeping the GW button because she “really wants it.”

→ Can be very shy or mute

Ben and the henchmen all think she talks a lot but I think she’s just, like…a woman who dares to have an opinion on the high stakes situation she’s involved in?

→ Like her male counterpart, will shut down in social situations once overloaded, but is generally better at socializing in small doses. May even give the appearance of skilled, but it is a ‘performance’

I will cite the gala again.

→ Doesn’t go out much. Will prefer to go out with partner only or children if she has them

We never meet anyone that she’s close to other than her assistant (work friend) and Stan (work enemy). So very possibly true.

→ Will not have many girlfriends and will not do ‘girly’ things like shopping with them or get-togethers to ‘hang-out’

We never see Abigail close to any women outside of work. She’s close enough with her assistant to gripe about Stan, and she knows the event planner by name. We also see her interact with Emily, but they seem cordial, not like they’re getting brunch on the weekends. Other than that its dates (whats-his-face from Book of Secrets) and business meetings (Mitch) with men.

Lol National Treasure does not even come close to passing the Bechdel Test

→ Will have a close friend or friends in school, but not once adulthood is reached

See above, until Ben and Riley.

→ May or may not want to have a relationship. If she is in a relationship, she probably takes it very seriously but she may choose to remain celibate or alone

I will refer you to the deep dive on Ben and Abigail’s relationship for more detailed analysis, but yeah I’d say Abigail takes their relationship seriously. Actually, I think it’s because she takes it seriously that she leaves Ben when he’s not respecting her input. Also, my personal headcanon is that it took Abigail almost the entire time between discovering the treasure and the “Three months later” scene to actually warm up to the idea of dating Ben. She does not strike me as someone who starts relationships easily or casually. I think it would take a lot more than a kiss in the catacombs to convince her to take that leap.

→ Due to sensory issues, will either really enjoy sex or strongly dislike it

Umm…all I can say to this is that National Treasure is a very sexless movie. (Which is fine by me lmao) Ben and Abigail’s flirtation is much more intellectual than physical.

→ If she likes a male, she can be extremely, noticeably awkward in her attempts to let him know, e.g. she may stare when she sees him or call him repeatedly. This is because she fixates and doesn’t understand social gender roles. This will change with maturity

I think Abigail is on the other side of this, so it's hard to say what she used to be like.

→ Often prefers the company of animals but not always due to sensory issues

I don’t consider Edge of History a particularly reputable source of canon, but I'll allow the dog.

Conclusion

Hmm, Abigail was knocking it out of the neurodiversity park on the two categories in Part 1. Here she's more middle of the road.

While there were a few strong "yes"s, there's also just so much we don't know about her personal life and her past. As with Ben, we only get to spend time with Abigail during the two most chaotic weeks of her life.

In short, I think there is plenty of fodder for reading Abigail as Autistic. For me personally, I take to that reading more easily than Ben. In any case, there is so much here for fics and headcanons.

What are some of your favs?

What did I miss?

#the national treasure gazette #abigail chase #national treasure #national treasure 2 #national treasure meta

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Neurodivergent Michael Headcanons (Part 1/3)!

Michael was diagnosed with dyslexia at age four- he often loved to listen to stories, but had little interest in letters or words and had extreme trouble with reading to the point where he would throw tantrums and have meltdowns if he had to read books. However, his synesthesia and misophonia due to hyperacusis was never diagnosed, and he was often bullied by his neurotypical peers (which resulted in him developing and internalizing hatred of people his age- that is, until he met his friends).

Michael’s favorite auditory stims include the sound of distant thunder booming, a spring breeze rustling, and the sound of a crackling campfire that has JUST RIGHT crackling noises.

Because Michael has misophonia, whenever Evan’s crying, his ears also start screaming bloody murder. It’s more of a situation secretly that has Michael saying that Evan crying is annoying, but it’s more of a case of “AYO DON’T CRY, IF YOU CRY I’LL START CRYING TOO BECAUSE MY EARS ARE TWO WHINY LITTLE BITCHES THAT BEHAVE LIKE AGGRESSIVE FERAL HISSING CATS AT THE TINIEST HINT OF NOISE”. He indiscriminately behaves like that around everyone, unbeknownst to everyone else.

Michael is not exactly a fan of uncomfortable textures, bright lights, foul odors or disgusting tastes, but among all five senses, sound is his biggest upsetter and the one he is most sensitive to (just as Evan’s biggest upsetters are smell, touch and sight, and Elizabeth’s biggest upsetters involve touch and taste).

Misophonia is one of the bitchiest of bitches to deal with. Basically Michael was sent to the principal’s office when he was eight because he snapped at a kid in his music class for playing the trombone too loudly, and nearly stabbed a kid in the thigh with a pencil because said kid was repeatedly sniffling too loud during a test. He also screamed at a kid to ‘shut up’ when they were eating a sandwich and making sloppy chewing and eating noises with their mouth open. There were many more incidents involving sensory overloads due to this, of which I can’t go into detail about because then we’d be here all day, hehe.

And crowds. Oh, god, where do I BEGIN with crowds? Michael hates them to the point of being borderline agoraphobic, and he didn’t even know until he attended one of Hurricane Middle School’s pep rallies with his friends- not precisely because of the close proximity of sweaty young teenagers packed up against him in the masses, but the sheer amount of sensory input was driving both his synesthesia and misophonia up the wall- countless onslaughts of colors were flashing before his eyes in the masses, assaulting his sight even when he had his eyes squeezed shut so hard that it hurt. Tastes were on his buds, clashing furiously with one another and it brought tears to his eyes- was this what an epileptic attack felt like, but with sound?

Michael ended up being hospitalized because of the serious condition he was in due to his nervous breakdown requiring stabilization and treatment. William saw it as a bit of an inconvenience, whereas Eleanor, Elizabeth and especially Evan were worried sick about him. The cup of warm milk he had when he came home was so soothing it might as well have been the best damn cup of milk he’s ever had in his entire life.

STIMS! Stiiiiims! Everybody loves stims, especially neurodivergent people! Michael tends to stim via fidgeting with the rim of the fabric of his fingerless gloves, picking at any bandage gauzes that might be covering his skin, twisting any rings he might wear around his finger, chewing/nibbling at the clay beads on his necklace, etc. When he’s sitting down, he may bounce his leg, fiddle with the pages of a book in front of him if there is one, or chew on something.

Speaking of chewing, this man HAS to have something to chew on, or he will, as another one of his restless stims, pop, click and twist his tongue sore and grind his teeth to smithereens. He always carries either a pack of chewing gum, or spare pocket change to spend at bubblegum machines- he’s nigh-unparalleled at blowing ridiculously big bubbles with gum because of the fact that his brain ALWAYS NEEDS HIM TO BE DOING SOMETHING WITH HIS MOUTH.

Michael LOVES stimming with gum and chewy foods such as marshmallows- when Easter comes around, his friends find it incredibly endearing how he basically gorges on Tootsie Pops, Peeps Marshmallows, gummies and basically anything with a chewy texture or chewy, stretchy gelatin candy (that doesn’t make a too-loud popit sound). Why? Because “texture good”.

Speaking of which, if you buy him a walkman with a set of headphones and complimentary earplugs (for when he doesn’t feel like listening to music), he will thank you and you’ve basically got a friend for life. His misophonic self HATES sound, and gets easily startled by loud noises, such as speakers, buses, chatter and screaming. Headphones greatly calms him, and he basically fiddles with the cord of his walkman. He also tends to semi-tap dance as a stim when he’s walking on occasion.

Additional stims Michael has is singing his favorite verses of certain songs to himself, drumming his fingernails against the desk, and twirling a pen masterfully between his fingers (a stim he shares with Evan despite the former having substantially superior motor skills).

Lexical-gustatory synesthesia and chromesthesia makes Michael associate certain colors and tastes with certain words and songs, as well as certain voices of other people- they can be sounds he craves and enjoys (Evan’s voice when he’s calm sounds, tastes and looks incredibly pleasant to him), sounds he hates (really loud or sudden noises that make him flinch or jerk), or even sounds he fears (William’s voice taking on any tone).

Whenever sensory overloads brought on by Synesthesia or just neurodivergence occurs, his brain basically completely, wholly and utterly BREAKS AND SHUTS DOWN ENTIRELY due to his brain failing to process all the stimuli around him. He can only make noises (at best stuttering out an incoherent string of slurred words) since his brain doesn’t have the capacity or energy in that moment to translate everything into sentences to convey what’s wrong. In this moment, he just covers his ears and goes nonverbal to prevent basically making noises, stuttering, and slurring, since that’s all he can do when he tries to speak during a sensory overload-caused meltdown. He just cries, silently sobbing, and rocks back and forth trying to soothe himself.

Whenever Michael is VERY happy, he basically claps his hands in a flappy-type motion and jumps up and down a few times, making a verbal exclamation of sorts and giggling to himself- just like his siblings. That, or he does really rapid and fast high knees while squealing and hitting the edge of his wrists together multiple times rapidly (his hands flap and flail while he’s doing this, EVERYONE thinks it’s freaking adorable and Evan joins him 500000% of the time- in other words, every damn time, without question, without exception).

Bro. His special interests being music, movies, Disney, theatre, filmmaking, songwriting, singing and just a passion for stageplay and the fine arts in general? And his favorite music secretly being from the soundtrack of Swan Lake instead of some edgy-ass rock band? AND IF ANYONE WITHIN A 15 MILE RADIUS EVEN VAGUELY MENTIONS OR EVEN SUBTLY DRAWS REFERENCES FROM COMEDIA DELL’ARTE? PLEASE.

He will INFODUMP SO DAMN HARD whenever someone even remotely, vaguely or slightly MENTIONS ANY of these things. He is a GAY THESPIAN THEATRE KID, through and through, loud and proud.

As Glamrock Freddy, Michael has accommodations in the form of special features implemented into his programming that let him muffle/cancel out noises (espeically trigger noises) and let him selectively listen to the ones he wants to hear as he pleases. To his annoyance, these accommodations are disabled when he’s on emergency power mode- however, Gregory’s presence and wellbeing seems to calm and please him alone. One look into those glimmering dark eyes, so large and gentle in their gaze that observed all under it’s watchful eye, and he felt as though he were looking at a calming night sky alight with stars. He instantly calms himself after looking at or just interacting with the boy that reminds him so much of his brother (hmm I wonder why… probably because the brunette boy IS your brother ahaha~).

When the animatronics were first made and were about to do a rehearsal performance/test run of their programming, Glamrock Freddy was visibly having a breakdown in the form of his wires fizzling and him spritzing out because Michael was basically screaming inside due to the sheer amount of NOISE around him. He could feel the low frequencies, the electronic pulsating of the stage and the music, the colors flashing before him and the phantasmal sensations of taste on his tongue EVEN WHEN he had long since forfeited his mortal flesh. Freddy/Michael basically collapsed onstage due to the sheer sensory onslaught of stimuli, and emergency maintenance had to be performed because an animatronic had a mental breakdown.

Ever since then, Glamrock Bonnie was the one that recommended and fought tooth-and-nail for Freddy to receive the feature of muffling out noise due to him basically constantly exhibiting misophonic behaviors and symptoms of both dyslexia and synesthesia (even when Michael was existing in a state of metaphysicality as a spirit possessing a robotic host). The other animatronics soon quickly followed.

#Michael Afton #Neurodivergent #Glamrock Freddy FNAF #FNAF Security Breach #neurodivergent headcanon #Glammike #fr tho misophonia is a bITCH.

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f1uckinghell · 1 year

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please tell us more about our favourite neurodivergent triplets

I love them so much <3 warning: this contains some angst regarding the parenting of ND children

So, Evie and Flynn have ADHD, and Jakob has autism. Before they get the diagnoses, it’s a real struggle; Max and Dan are overwhelmed by suddenly having 5 children, Charles, Pierre and Michael help them out a lot of course but 1. Lando had Luna around the same time and since the birth was so tough he needs a LOT of help with her 2. Max and Dan want to give all of their kids enough attention, they don’t want the twins to feel like they’re being pushed aside and get less love now that they have younger siblings.

They do their very very best, but since they just don’t know how to handle ND children (of course! most parents have no idea!) and there’s 3 of them, it escalates a lot. They’re incredibly likeable and cute children but there’s meltdowns and food issues and sleep issues and sensory issues and it’s just A Lot. They find ways to deal with it for most things, but sometimes it’s just so overwhelming that Max just needs a good, secret cry in the pantry away from his children.

I think there’s something about Flynn’s high energy/low concentration behavior that sometimes really sets Daniel off, they get into a few fights even though Daniel loves him so dearly. Until one day Grace makes an off-hand remark that Flynn is 100% a mini Daniel; Daniel was just like this as a kid. And that’s really eye opening for Daniel, because Flynn just displays so many qualities that were trained or shamed out of Daniel when he was a kid (eventually) and so he promises to do better and embrace his son as he is.

Unfortunately, it escalates really badly one time, because Max is just overwhelmed and Daniel is too (but he always has the possibility to „hide“ at work) and it just all comes crashing down. They make an appointment with a pediatrician the next day and finally, the triplets are eventually diagnosed. It makes it a lot better for everyone to handle, they all go to occupational therapy, Flynn gets some meds, they find an ADHD omega playgroup for Evie so she has an easier time making friends, they learn better ways to deal with Jakob’s food and sensory issues and his nonverbal behavior, and they learn how to handle meltdowns properly. Also I think both Max and Dan get some therapy themselves because there’s just a lot coming up.

asdfghjk this was probably way more than you bargained for lmao sorry, I could go on for ages, I could literally write an essay

#asks #virtues verse #pup tag #vv!triplets #vv!flynn #vv!evie #vv!jakob

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my-makeshift-masquerade · 2 years

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Autistic Afton Headcanons Part 2

Evan Afton/Crying Child

This child is obviously autistic and nobody can convince me otherwise. I don’t even care if Scott Cawthon didn’t intend for this interpretation. It’s practically canon. I mean… Look at him???

He’s the only one in his family besides his father to get a formal diagnosis. Though his brother and sister are also neurodivergent, they were able to mask well enough to avoid being detected.

Poor little man’s got meltdowns for days. He’s at his limit constantly and even the smallest things can trigger him. Once he cried for an hour over spilling his juice.

Freddy’s Diner is sensory hell for him. He has somewhat sensitive hearing, so a building full of screaming children and live music performances was a recipe for overstimulation.

His special interest was the Fredbear and Friends TV show. Watching it was part of his routine. His comfort item is his toy Fredbear, which he takes with him everywhere.

William actually made the plush for his son, sewing it with his favorite cloth textures, making it slightly weighted, adding the walkie talkie, etc. It isn’t the same one you can get at any old prize corner.

He was also planning to make a sort of mini plush animatronic to replace the plush with so his son always had someone there for him…and so he could possess that robot when he died but that didn’t work out.

He’s very detail oriented and intelligent, slightly ahead of other kids his age. The only things keeping him from being a proper savant type like his father were his overactive empathy and intense anxiety.

He stims by stroking his hair or his plush with his fingers, rocking back and forth, bringing his hands to his mouth, etc. His bedspread was weighted to help him sleep, and he loves hugs.

He’s also got selective mutism, and seems to prefer written or typed communication when he is overwhelmed. This is evident by how he chooses to try and contact Micheal with visions of the words…

“IT’S ME.”

Elizabeth Afton

It’s no wonder she loves to do pretend! She learned to mask from a very early age, reveling in playing the part of “mommy and daddy’s precious little angel”. She was very spoiled, like, extremely.

Unfortunately, this level of emotional distancing from her social interactions with others meant she saw it all as a sort of “game”, and she always played to win. She had an older brother to outmatch, after all.

Imitating her father eventually taught Elizabeth to be a master manipulator, with two sides to her personality. Sweet and comforting, but also surprisingly cold, just like her favorite food: ice cream.

She had been known to kill small animals, asking her dad to make them robots for her to play with forever. Her little brother was scared of ever getting even a pet goldfish because “Lizzie might kill it”.

That all said, she isn’t even close to being a psychopathic murderer like her father. She just has a bad habit of distancing herself emotionally from others because she doesn’t want to feel too much empathy and start hurting herself.

She was very protective of her baby brother and even asked for a baby sister many many times. Having someone to look up to her made her feel like she was enough without all the pretending.

Micheal could go gag himself with a spoon, though. They were constantly one-upping each other. Oh, Mikey’s got a track meet at 3pm? Suddenly, Lizzie wants to start singing lessons at that time!

Her stims include mainly vocalizations, often singing. She also enjoys stimming with bright shiny things, like jewelry, beads, glitter, knives and all the dangerous metal parts in her father’s workshop!

Elizabeth was totally gonna touch Circus Baby anyway, and kept asking her dad for permission because she wanted him to see her do it to get his attention. William was well aware she’d do this too.

“Oh, Daddy, look at me, I’m gonna touch the thing you told me not to touch~! OWW! IT PRICKED MY FINGER! WAHHHH! DADDY IT HURTS!”

#actuallyautistic #fnaf headcanons #fnaf #into the breach #bound to imagination #evan afton #elizabeth afton #crying child #afton family

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