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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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“Grandmother!” Adam shouts dramatically, practically kicking her door open and striding inside. Abuela comes hobbling out of the kitchen, cane in hand and eyebrow raised.

“Who?” she says, hands on her hips.

Adam grins, walking over to kiss her loudly on the cheek. “Hi, Abuela.”

She clasps his hand in hers and squeezes it. “Better, mijo.” She heads towards to chairs on the porch, tugging him along. He keeps a hand on the curve of her elbow to help her down the stairs, guiding her to her rocking chair and curling up next to her.

The late summer air is sweet, a welcome relief from the staleness that permeates every room in the Garrison. He’s not sure if the sunlight feels soft because it really is or because he’s relieved it’s Friday, but he revels in it anyway. It gently warms his skin, and he closes his eyes and basks in it, aware of Abuela doing the same beside him, smile slight and wrinkles deep and beautiful.

“I was thinking of you.”

Adam opens his eyes, glancing over. The sun glints off Abuela’s glasses, half blinding him, but her grip on his hand tightens, callouses scraping familiarly across his knuckles.

“Yeah?”

She hums. “Always. Lots to worry about with you.”

Adam scowls. “There is not.”

She looks at him with an expression that is simultaneously deeply fond and deeply judgmental. “How many times have I picked you up from a principal’s office, Pomposo? Ten? Twenty?”

“Eleven,” Adam says huffily. Past him is a bozo. He should have simply suffered in silence. Besides — he was justified! Having a smart mouth is something teachers and bosses make up as tools of oppression. Calling his tenth grade English teacher a self-important fool was not having a smart mouth, it was a perfectly understandable response to a bullshit grade.

But then Abuela laughs and he forgets to be annoyed. She has a raspy laugh, left over from years of cigarettes before anyone knew they were harmful, and it has always fascinated him; distinctive and joyful.

“You take exactly after your mother.” she says, and Adam doesn’t doubt it. “Her sister, too.”

“And you?” Adam asks cheekily.

She flicks him in the forehead. “Down to the core of you,” she agrees.

They watch for a while as cars pass by on the quiet street, waving at bikers and cooing at dogs walking by with their owners. One particular dog is being pulled along by a young girl half his size, and her determination makes them both giggle.

“Have you talked to your cousin, lately?” Abuela asks as the little girl disappears down the corner.

Adam purses his lips thoughtfully. “No, was he asking for me?”

“Oh, no,” Abuela dismisses, still half-focused on the road. “He just loves you.”

Adam freezes.

Abuela looks over at him in concern. “Everything okay, tesoro?”

Adam thinks he is three seconds away from bursting into tears.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” he tries to assure. His voice wobbles. Abuela squints at him, half concerned and half suspicious, but eventually shrugs, letting it go.

As soon as she’s leaned back into her chair, Adam slide show phone out of his pocket with his free hand, tapping open a contact.

to: the boy

CHILD

Lance answers immediately

from: the boy

Yes?

Adam grins at the proper punctuation, the capital letter. Lance has just barely had a phone for a couple months — he doesn’t know how to text like a normal person yet. He once sent Adam a text with a semicolon. He laughed until he cried.

to: the boy

are u busy tomorrow

from: the boy

I don’t think so what’s up

Adam doesn’t actually know what’s up. He doesn’t have a plan. He just knows that he has to see his cousin immediately, basically. Squeeze his cheeks, perhaps. He’ll hate it by virtue of being thirteen, but something tells him he’ll tolerate it.

from: the boy

I have to do my homework now so my phone is forbidden

from: the boy

So text my mom instead of me

Adam snorts, dutifully pulling up Tía Marcela’s contact. She’ll be pleased. She’s very gung-ho about Lance doing things that aren’t video games all day.

to: tía marcela

hey tía!! is lance busy tonight?

The message is quickly marked as read. Adam sets it aside for a moment, knowing she’s probably rushing around to find her reading glasses that are almost one hundred percent resting on her head. After a few minutes, a message dings in.

from: tía marcela

Hey!

from: tía marcela

I don’t think so. He has some homework, but it’s math, so he’ll be done soon. Why?

Adam snickers. Nerd. He probably got excited about the homework. Last Christmas Adam got him a math workbook as a joke and he was unironically obsessed with it. It was adorable.

to: tía marcela

i’m gonna come pick him up when he’s done maybe

to: tía marcela

we’ll get ice cream and go for a drive

The typing bubbles flit across his screen for a few seconds. Adam watches them, humming to himself. They could go to that old place off highway seven, maybe. It has that pineapple flavour Lance likes like the little weirdo he is.

from: tía marcela

O.m.g. he would love that!

from: tía marcela

He’ll be done in an hour.

Adam sends one last confirmation text, then tucks his phone away, sighing happily.

“Making plans?” Abuela asks.

“Yep! Gonna take Lance for ice cream.”

Abuela beams. “Oh, he’ll love that! He was talking to his friend on the phone last time he was here, bragging about how his cool older cousin thinks he’s funny. He thinks you hung the moon and stars.”

Adam has absolutely zero control of what his eyes do in response to that.

“Why would you tell me that,” he asks, sniffling, blinking rapidly to try and cool the re-emerging tears.

Abuela smiles, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “I think you needed to hear it, amor.”

———

Adam turns down the music as he turns into the neighbourhood, conscious of the slowly setting sun. He rolls to a stop in front of the oldest brick house at the end of the block, door paint peeling in bright blue flecks, bicycles and skip ropes strewn about the lawn.

He lays on his horn. Immediately, like he was waiting, Lance’s face peeks out of the open window, grinning wide enough to show off his braces.

“Get in, loser, we’re going shopping!” he shouts.

Lance doesn’t waste a second, throwing open the door with enough force that it bangs into the wall.

“Bye, Mamá!” he shouts. He pauses. “Sorry about the door!”

Adam doesn’t hear Marcela’s response, but seconds later Lance is sprinting towards the car, backpack swinging madly, throwing open the door and practically diving into the seat. He puts his seatbelt on so enthusiastically he brains himself with it.

“Hey, Metalmouth,” Adam teases, not even attempting to hide his laughter.

Lance flaps his hands. “Hey!” he shouts, way too loud for a small car. Adam can’t bring himself to care, grin stretching across his face so widely it aches. He digs his phone out of his pocket and tosses it at his cousin, waving at Marcela who’s watching from the door and putting the car in gear.

“You may queue three songs,” he says, craning his neck to check his blind spots. “If you choose terrible songs I am revoking the privilege for eternity.”

Lance pouts, knowing exactly what incident Adam is referring to. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Adam cuts him a dry glance. “It was gorilla noises set to loud drums.”

“It was alternative!”

“You’re alternative, brat.”

Lance taps determinately at the phone. His dark eyes are narrowed in the same concentration Adam has seen him apply as he decides whether or not he can get away with deliberately infuriating his older siblings. Adam pokes him in the cheek because he can, and because he is simply so fun to bother. Lance bats him away.

“I picked songs from the movie you said I should watch,” Lance says eventually, turning off the phone and putting it on the dashboard. “I watched it yesterday. I liked it!”

“That’s because you’re as much of a dweeb as Gabriella,” Adam says sagely as Bop to the Top starts blaring. Lance sticks his tongue out at him.

They get to the ice cream shop pretty quickly, Adam poking and prodding at Lance every three seconds because he can and because gentle bullying is the best way to show affection. Lance doesn’t seem to mind, and amuses himself by kicking Adam’s ankles and stealing some of his ice cream.

He tries to offer Adam money for his scoop of ice cream, no doubt from the pokémon cards he trades. Adam, in response, traps him in a headlock and gives him a massive noogie.

“I don’t need your money, you goober! I am an adult! With a job! You are an infant child!”

“Blegh! Get off of me! Butthead!”

But he’s laughing when he finally wrenches himself away, sprinting back to the car.

Adam takes the long way back.

By the time he finally makes it back to Lance’s house, it’s well after dark, and Lance’s eyes started to drift shut somewhere between the soundtrack of Mamma Mia and Victorious. He blinks awake when the pull into his driveway, yawning into his elbow. Adam shuts off the car and walks around to his side to help him out. He’s half-asleep on the way up the steps, leaning heavily on Adam’s shoulder.

“I’m so gonna brag to Rachel,” he mumbles to himself.

Adam smiles softly. He vows to take Lance out more often, and especially when the school year starts back up in the fall. It’ll certainly help with the homesickness.

“You do that, kiddo,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Love ya.”

Lance is too out of it to answer. But his hand, clenched rightly in the fabric of Adam’s jacket, speaks loudly enough.

#dedicated to my cousin who apparently feels this way about me and made me Cry #abuela’s and adams conversation is the exact convo i had w my nonna and i cried for like forty minutes i love my cousin #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #adam #adam & lance #kid lance #fluff #brown eyed lance #autistic lance #my writing #longpost #fic

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jekyll-hatepage · 8 months

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"I want them a little autistic 🥺" shut up. Please shut up. You've only seen the glorified traits on social media and as soon as an autistic person goes into sensory overload or has an unorthodox interest or gets upset when a routine changes or literally acts as anything other than the "precious smol bean" that you've fabricated in your head, you'll get turned off immediately. That's not on the autistic person, that's on you for cherry picking what traits you want in a partner with no regard for how people are actually affected by autism. Stop being weird about autism and at least TRY to educate yourself.

#my cousin was able to get a diagnosis and he struggles with brushing his teeth because of sensory issues #which has led to multiple cavities and he gets so frustrated with himself #autism is not something that needs to be cured but you still have to acknowledge how it can negatively affect someones life #autism #autistic

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mikhardwheat · 9 months

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"He is so me!!" and it's a character that can be used to blackmail me in the future.

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echo-stimmingrose · 11 months

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Nico: I'm neuro-spicy. Are you guys neuro-spicy?

Thalia: I'm a bit brain-spicy.

Percy: Yeah I got plenty of oregano up in these wrinkles.

Quote from @officiallydoubtful

#i'm back bitches #jk #hi lovelies #neurospicy #my friend says weird things. i love them so much #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo #chaos cousins #big three kids #they're all adhd and/or autistic #you can't tell me otherwise #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa

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penofwildfire · 3 months

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Y'know I'm pretty sure obsessively thinking about a lego cartoon all day every day for over a decade to the point that it's a key part of your entire personality and one of the first things people know about you is just. Not a very allistic thing to do. Y'know? You understand me?

#mom it's been a DECADE #a DECADE of me doing this #but noooo I can't be autistic because I'm not exactly like my cousins or whatever she thinks autism has to look like 🙄#and I HAVE other traits!! I do!! but those are written off as just annoying habits or personal failures on my part!!#she KNOWS how much I like this show. she's been THERE for my incessant ramblings and half-baked theories #she's been THERE for my piles and piles of fanart that all started with a silly doodle of Lloyd #she's SEEN me turn everything intonan excuse to talk about Ninjago!! it's a running joke with people who know me!! it's a whole thing!!#it's one of my defining traits!!!!!#fuckin hell man!!#sorry for the rant on main lol #autism #autistic #ninjago

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theultimaterealitysurfer · 1 day

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once again, not shifting related, but see, i have a lot of things that come along with autism and ADHD, and the like, but i’m still prettyyy damn sure i don’t have em, but also maaaybe, buuut alsooo i don’t knoooow. i have hyperfixations, special interests, the verbal shutdowns, shutdowns in general, meltdowns, also executive dysfunction, neurodivergent stimming (plus some that can pass as neurotypical stimming), and lots more that i can’t remember at the moment, cuz i haven’t eaten enough, OH YEAH AND SENSORY PROCESSING DISORDER, annnd auditory processing disorder, also internalized echolalia and just echolalia, possibly alexithymia, and have trouble with social cues and eye contact. plus food allergies which is also common/comorbid with autism. plus also i was what ya call the gifted kid and now i’m burnt out and even though my grades are always good when i actually hand something in, i constantly procrastinate and have basically given up on school altogether, cuz there’s no possible way for my mental health to be okay, for me to have relationships, for me to do things i like, and do well and be consistent in school all at the same time.

soooo, what am i? i relate to autistics and ADHDers A TON. buuuut i don’t think i am one of y’all. buuut what else can i possibly be? i have no idea. i am a mystery and i pretty sure i always will be.

#cosmoposts #marsposts #newtposts #i want to get tested for both autism and adhd #just so i can know #but i know that that isn’t always accurate and you can’t always trust the doctors and etc.#especially when it’s AFAB people who are taking the tests #but i need to know if i am or not #and i’m not sure why i don’t think i am autistic or adhd #i just know a few adhders and autistics #and i don’t think my mind works the same way #but i know that it’s all a spectrum #but i’m not sure #i mean i could very well possibly have either one or both since it is there on both sides of my family #my aunt is adhd and a cousin of mine is autistic and also i bet quite a few others have neurodivergencies too #so it’s verrry possible i do have either one or both #but i’m not sure whatsoever #just what am i?#i am dying to know #i am tired of not knowing #it makes me want to cry #and what if i’m wrong about all of this (even despite the intense research i have on it)#or what if i’m faking?#i just want to know #neurodivergent #neurodivergent culture #neurodivergent questions #autism #adhd

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asherisawkward · 2 months

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Terror from the Deep

In one world, Izuku is left behind by his father and his uncle to hatch while they leave to play a new game, one undoubtedly dangerous to the world it’s in. In another world, Hisashi reuses some old puppets as company while he’s separated from his brother. - Tomura can’t remember his father, just the faint impression of a smile moments before terror. Yoichi Shigaraki was killed fourteen years ago by a sea monster so powerful that being in the very presence of it left Tomura permanently altered, and the trauma of the situation left him with gaps in his memory creating a blank slate for his early childhood. Since then, he’s been living with Uncle Hisashi, who’s held off on his revenge to take care of him. Now that he’s older, and with a new crew to back them up, Tomura and his Uncle are going to track down the monster and bring it to justice–along with the pirate who serves it. But…Tomura’s been getting horrific nightmares about something other than the sea monster, and he’s starting to suspect that there’s more to this than meets the eye. After all, his Uncle has more than a few suspicious habits.

This was inspired by The End of the Story by katydid; check them out!

Chapter 2 is now out!

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