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thefrogdalorian · 4 months

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All The Nice Things in Life

Din Djarin x Neurodivergent GN!Reader

Word Count: 2569 Rating: General Summary: During your usual weekly trip to your favourite Market on Nevarro, you get a little overwhelmed by all the crowds and noise. Fortunately, you have an exceptionally caring and attentive Mandalorian for a partner, who manages to calm you down and make you see that you are not a burden to him, despite your worries. Content Warnings: Mentions of anxiety/panic attacks and description of sensory overload. Author's Note: Finally got round to moving this fic to tumblr! It's the first I wrote in my Din Djarin x Neurodivergent Reader series and I really hope it brings you some comfort should you ever need it.

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Despite your best efforts to keep the panic that had been threatening to overwhelm you since you had set out that morning inside you, and not let Din see… things had gotten too much for you to handle and you had finally lost your composure. Fortunately, you were back in the sanctuary of the Cabin on Nevarro you shared with Din and Grogu before you fully lost control of yourself. You had tried your best not to give the impression that you were struggling, you hadn’t wanted to worry Din – the man was too attentive to your every need. You hadn’t wanted to ruin your day out but you had just about managed to make it back to the cabin before you exploded.

It had started off just like any other way you spent this particular day – heading into Nevarro’s town centre to explore the weekly Market. Since Din had asked you to move in, it was part of the routine you had enjoyed together. You hadn’t slept particularly well the previous night, nightmares had plagued you, so you already felt slightly on edge. But you hadn’t wanted to let Din down, you knew it was something that he always looked forward to each week. On this particular day, a variety of vendors came to the planet to show off their latest wares that they had accumulated throughout the galaxy. You weren’t always sure how legitimate some of the characters were, given the astonishingly cheap prices, but you had experienced enough in this life to know better than to ask questions. Grogu enjoyed going almost as much as his father did, the little womp rat loved nothing more than running you and Din ragged between stalls, begging for food with his big pleading brown eyes. The number of times you had scolded him for using the Force to try to steal things behind your back was bordering on ridiculous. But you loved the mischievous little boy and you couldn’t help but find a way each week to convince Din to give him a treat of some description.

You hadn’t wanted to give any hint that you felt off that morning when you woke up.

Due to your nightmares, you were awake and out of bed before Din. You had used the fresher first, when you came out you had gone straight to Grogu’s room, not having the heart to face him – fearing that he would sense that something was off. You had heard Din pottering around the cabin, having a shower in the fresher and eventually padding to the kitchen to brew the caf - as was your daily routine. You brought Grogu in and as the three of you sat down at the table to eat a simple breakfast, it almost felt normal. An idyllic family scene against the chaos and discomfort that raged inside of you.

After breakfast, as Din packed some bags up of things he wanted to bargain with or sell to vendors at the Market and carefully polished his beskar’gam, you knew you didn’t have the heart to tell Din that you weren’t feeling well. You knew that if you gave even the slightest hint of discomfort, that he would have soon forgotten about his own desire to go to the Market and put everything into worrying about your well being instead. It was amazing how caring he was, but you felt like a burden to have someone care for you that deeply. The guilt of feeling like you were somehow ruining his life was too much sometimes. You wondered if he ever yearned for the simpler life he had when it had just been himself and Grogu here.

But you had successfully managed to push those feelings down somewhere deep inside of you and put on a brave face. Things had been going well and you had managed to get over your initial apprehension about going to the Market. A ride on the back of Din’s speeder – with Grogu perched in his little bag – had certainly helped. Any time you got to hold the man you loved so much around the waist and feel the warmth from his body beneath the beskar was bound to settle your nerves.

You had arrived at the Market just before the afternoon rush and when the heat was at its highest. Things had been fine, your earlier apprehension seemed to have been forgotten. Grogu had been a little mischievous, whining for food and looking admiringly at a Loth-cat plush that you had eventually managed to persuade Din to give into his reservations and buy for him. The kid had enough toys, but truly the thought of seeing Grogu cuddling a little Loth-cat was doing wonders for your mental state. The way his little face lit up as you placed it into his chubby green claws and he squeezed it – like Din had once told you he had squeezed and Anzellan droidsmith – did, in fact, soothe your nerves. The sight was one of the cutest things you had ever seen.

You had spent a comfortable hour or so walking up and down the various Market stalls, Din by your side. Occasionally, when you got to more crowded areas, he would place a protective hand on the small of your back. It always made you feel so loved, feeling what good care he took of you and how unashamed he was to show his affection for you in public. You knew how many heads Din always turned, curious glances that were sent the way of you and your shiny Mandalorian.

But at a certain point – without much warning – things began to feel too much for you to bear. Suddenly, everything felt overwhelming and you wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Not being able to see Din’s face wasn’t helping – those kind, gentle brown eyes that you loved so much. Perhaps it was the heat and brightness of the sun; or the overpowering noise of the conversations of hundreds of people fighting against the yells from the vendors; or the crowds that did not seem to thin no matter which way you turned, making you feel as though you were trapped; or the way everyone seemed to be staring at Din. Your rational brain knew that they were just intrigued seeing a Mandalorian back on Nevarro, but the more irrational parts of yourself felt paranoid that everyone was staring at you – judging you. You felt your head beginning to buzz loudly; every noise felt agonising and every step you took felt heavier and heavier until you could not take another. You had to get out of here.

“Din, I need to get back to the speeder.” You mumbled shakily, before running off back through the crowds towards where you had come from. Your body felt as though it was on autopilot and you were back in a flash. Somehow you had managed to part the crowds and fight your way back.

Mercifully, Din had quickly found his way back to the speeder and you did not have to wait long until you saw him. You noticed how his chest was heaving, he must have sprinted after you. He immediately noticed the way you were trembling and moved to place his arm around your shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do here to make you feel better?” Din asked, his modulated voice full of concern.

You shook your head.

“Do you want to go home?”

You nodded slowly, grateful that he was asking questions that could be answered with a nod or shake of the head. He was so attentive in that way.

“Okay, it’s fine, cyare.” Din soothed. “Get your goggles on and let’s go.”

You clung so tightly that you feared you might suffocate him, but of course you were a trembling mess; even at your strongest you would be no match for the tough mandalorian warrior that you loved so much.

When you made it back to the cabin – mercifully it was a relatively short ride – Din took Grogu to his room for a nap, while you paced in the living area, wringing your hands. Finally, when Grogu was settled, Din made his way into the room. Mercifully, he had removed his helmet and changed into some more comfortable clothes. You respected he had to wear his helmet and armour when you were out and about, but you appreciated just being able to see the man beneath the armour when it was just the two of you here.

“Do you want to discuss what caused it? Din asked, seeing that you were clearly still distressed.

You just shook your head and quickly headed towards the comfortable couch in the main living area. You plopped down there, covering your eyes with your hands.

“Can I hold you?” Din asked, his deep voice never failing to surprise you in how soft it could be.

You nodded, feeling the tears you had been holding in being suddenly violently ripped out of you as Din’s arms snaked their way around your body. With him you always felt safe, you felt a certainty that things were going to be alright that you had been chasing for so long.

“Hey, hey… please take a deep breath.” Din asked, “Match my breathing.”

Din placed your hand on his chest between the two of you, so you could feel the deep breaths he was taking and try your best to match your own to them. But it was hopeless, though you had tried your best to fight it since the moment you had woken up, your anxiety had won the day.

“This is so stupid, I'm so stupid.” You choked out as you sobbed inconsolably.

Din’s heart ached to see you this upset, he wished you could see yourself the way he saw you. The love he held for you and Grogu was more than he had ever hoped to find in his life. Din had spent so much of his life alone and now having experienced the honour of loving another made him wonder how he had ever dealt with life alone.

“You are not stupid.” Din whispered. “You are the furthest thing from stupid.”

“I’m so weak and pathetic, Din. I ruined your day… I know how much you wanted to look at the stalls with the plants for the garden here and we couldn’t even make it that far before I ruined everything, just like I always do!” You said as you shook violently.

“Look at me.” Din said, releasing his strong hold on you but keeping a protective arm around the small of your back as he tilted up your chin to meet his kind brown eyes that were filled with so much concern for you. “You are one of the strongest people I know.”

His words brought your tears out in fresh floods, but they were no longer the violently distressed sobs that had wracked your entire body. You were moved by his emotions towards you.

“You’ve been through so much and yet you’re still here.” Din soothed. “I admire your strength. I wish you weren’t so hard on yourself, cyar’ika. If someone spoke about you the way you spoke about yourself… I would hunt them down and make them pay for daring to speak about the person who holds my heart like that. But it’s you… so I can’t. It breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself in this way.”

Din released your chin – not before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead – and pulled you back into a tight hug.

“Please tell me what I can do for you.” Din said into your hair, softly.

“Just hold me, Din.” You asked.

Din stroked his thumbs against your shoulders gently and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch. Sometimes when you got overwhelmed, the thought of being held was disgusting to you… but with Din, he always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You knew if things ever felt too overwhelming, though, that Din would take no offence to you asking him not to touch you.

Once you had calmed down enough, you were filled with an overwhelming need to apologise again:

“I’m so sorry.” You said quietly, struggling to meet Din’s gaze. “We were supposed to have a good time at the Market. I wanted to get an ice cream with Grogu at the end.”

“Will you stop apologising please?” Din said calmly. “Grogu had a wonderful time, we spoiled him with that Loth-cat plush, which he’s currently cuddling as he naps. He had more than enough to eat!”

“I’m sorry… dank ferrik! I’m sorry for saying sorry again!” you laughed

“What am I going to do with you?” Din rolled his eyes lovingly and pulled you back towards him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead again. “Apart from spending the rest of my life loving you?”

“I don’t deserve you, Din.” You said, blushing.

“Of course you do… I would be lost without you. I was lost until you and Grogu came into my life.” Din said solemnly, brown eyes momentarily flickering with the pain that life as a solitary bounty hunter had caused him. “But now you’re here… I’m not letting you go without a fight. Even if I have to fight you for being mean to yourself sometimes. Okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, his words were exactly what your frayed nerves needed to hear.

“We’ll get through this.” Din reassured you. “We always do… you always do.”

Later on – after you had woken up from the nap that Din insisted you take after the exhausting toll getting into such a state had taken on your body – you smiled as you the smell of your favourite dish drifted down the hall and into the bedroom from the kitchen. Din was still learning how to cook properly but he always made an effort for you, despite his inexperience and general clumsiness in the kitchen.

You walked towards the kitchen, thanking the Force for the day it made you cross paths with Din Djarin, wondering what you would do without him. Din’s face immediately lit up when he saw you walk through the door and – as you sat down to eat with your boys – your heart felt lighter already as you looked at the pair of them. The meal was delicious and clearly prepared with a lot of love, even if it did not look all that appetising… you knew that Din had tried his best.

After you had finished eating – complimenting Din’s efforts throughout – your favourite Mandalorian insisted that he had a surprise for you. As he pulled the treat out of the freezer section of the conservator, you realised exactly what it was – the ice cream from your favourite Vendor at the market. Somehow he had gotten hold of it; it must have been when you were taking your nap.

As you sat there at the table, indulging in your favourite sweet, creamy treat that the man you loved so much had gone to such trouble to source for you – after realising how upset you had been to miss out on it at the Market before – you realised that this was exactly what you deserved in life.

You were not a burden, you knew Din would never view you as a burden. You deserved all the nice things in life.

#my fics #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fluff #din djarin fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #neurodivergent reader #neurodivergent representation #so happy to finally have this one on tumblr... it means a lot to me <3

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risquefanfics457 · 4 months

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Could you maybe do a stardust crusaders imagine but with a reader who starts having a sensory meltdown? i'm neurodivergent, and I sometimes get those overloads?

i put a link to what a sensory overload is. you dont have to answer, but i enjoy your wrting

https://www.health.qld.gov.au/newsroom/features/sensory-overload-is-real-and-can-affect-any-combination-of-the-bodys-five-senses-learn-ways-to-deal-with-it#:~:text=Sensory%20overload%20is%20when%20your,%2C%20flight%2C%20or%20freeze%20mode.

I hear you. Sensory overloads can be hell. Neurodiverents unite!

You didn't specify if it was romantic or platonic so I'm going to keep it platonic.

Anyway, ENJOY!

JOSEPH

Joseph has gotten used to handling situations that are overwhelming. He’s grown to be more quiet overtime, but let’s be honest here, it’s still Joseph. He’s going to worry. When you begin to look uncomfortable, he’s going to ask what’s up. Don’t lie to him, he can tell something is wrong, the man is a father, and he learned the tell tale signs of discomfort with his own little family.

When he asks and you don’t respond immediately, he’s going to pause and pull you aside to make sure you heard him.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“…”

“Are you feeling unwell? Sick?”

You shrug

“Okay, let’s sit down.” He puts his hand on your arm and you flinch at the contact, which makes the overstimulation flare. When you yank your arm away from him, he’s going to be suspicious that maybe there’s a much bigger issue at play but he’s going to lead you away from the crowd and get you to sit.

“Can you tell me what’s the matter?”

A panic attack seizes in your throat and he can see it, “Can you talk to me?”

Your palms sweat and shake your head with shame.

“Okay, well, can you point to anything that you need?”

You shake your head again, closing your eyes, trying to avoid the harsh light.

“Okay…” Joseph tries to problem solve, “Can you point to what is bothering you?”

You manage to your ears

“Your ears hurt?”

You shake your head

“Is something in your ear?”

You shake your head again, this time covering your ears.

“It’s too loud.” He realizes. He thinks for a moment. “Hold on.”

You notice he pulls something from his pocket, earbuds. Connected to them is a Walkman, he unplugs them and holds the cord out to you, “you can put them in, it’s not much, but they’ll make it a bit quieter until I can find some earplugs.”

It’s a few minutes before Joseph comes back and puts a pair of earplugs beside you and a pair of headphones, “Use either. They’re the highest quality, so don’t worry.”

JOTARO

Jotaro can’t lose it. He’s got too much riding on him. If things go sideways, he would never forgive himself for the consequences, that is if he made it out alive. Because of this, Jotaro isn’t very in touch with his own emotions and prefers to keep them tamped down and if not in danger, he might actively ignore some signs of a sensory overload. He just doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with it. Don’t mistake this for a lack of empathy or effort, he’s just way out of his depth here. That being said, if things really escalate, he might snap at you, thinking he can get you to act ‘reasonable’ if you take notice of how you’re feeling and pull yourself out of it on your own.

“Hey, quit muttering! It’s damn annoying.”

When you cover your ears and whimper, he feels something in his chest ache.

He made it worse. He gets up from his hotel bed, huffs and goes to sit a bit closer to you but not too close, he gets wanting personal space, “I didn’t think you’d be that sensitive.” He pulls his hat over his eyes.

When things stay quiet, and he doesn’t really know what to say, he might ask you if you need anything. He’s frustrated. He gets when the world is just too full of pointless talking and noise, but watching you suffer, well, it was a new perspective. Jotaro wants to understand, but now he doesn’t know if it’s even his business. He’d leave you alone, but stand users lurk around every corner, and he’d be damned if he was leaving you alone in this state.

Fuck. What do you even do in this kind of situation. People don’t really cry or breakdown in front of him, not unless they were babies. You weren’t a baby. But that was the closest thing he had to what was going on. Babies get upset if they’re overwhelmed and need a nap…

Jotaro drapes the sheets of the hotel bed over you and closes the curtains, “I’ll be on the patio.” He grabs a book. He doesn’t expect an answer. If you need him, you know where he’ll be.

POLNAREFF

Polnareff is pretty clueless. He means well, promise, He just hasn’t been a person people look up to for guidance and support for a while. Polnareff is a funny and flirty guy a lot of the time. He understands sorrow and grief, but he also knows when he should distance himself from things if they get in the way of the objective. Well, he’s better at it now. He’s been on a long journey of suffering to get closure because of his sister’s death. This all means he’s all too familiar with personal meltdowns, but not somebody else’s. Polnareff will first start picking up on your sensory overstimulation when you start to lag behind everybody else.

“Hey, Y/N, pick up the pace. You’re going to still be in Aswan by the time we’re in Cairo.”

You didn’t reply. He notices this and hangs back while the rest of the crusaders keep moving but will slow a bit so they don’t get out of eyesight. They tell Polnareff to be quick, because they need to keep moving.

“You’re going a bit slow, mon ami.” He remarks

You hide your face.

“Oh? Too hot? I get it, I’ve been wearing this rag. I found it at a market. When we get to Luxor, maybe you should get one for yourself.” He points at the cooling towel on his head and shoulders. You don’t respond and just try to stay quiet and breathe.

“Man, you aren’t this quiet most of the time. I mean, you talk a fair amount, but you’re acting like a recluse.” He says without much understanding.

Your shoulders haunch with shame. He doesn’t get it.

“Maybe you’re hungry, or thirsty.” He guesses, “Mr. Joestar has a canteen, but you’ll have to pick up the pace to get it.”

Still, no sign you’d even heard him.

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?”

It was then he noticed you shaking, “Hey, Y/N, are you hurt?” When you don’t say anything, but shake your head, he yells out to the group, “Hold up! Y/N might be hurt!”

You bury your face in your hands, his yelling setting you off even more. This becomes a back and forth movement to counter the overstimulation. He notices the rocking and checks you for injuries, “Where is it? Who was it? Was this the work of an enemy stand?”

You shake your head vigorously.

“What?” His concerned look mixes with confusion, “I don’t get it, what’s going on then?”

Your hands shake as you crouch down and try to hide.

“Polnareff, what’s going on back there?” You can hear Joseph’s gruff voice.

Avdol ends up coming and looking you over, “Stress.” He says plainly, “Or something along those lines.”

“Stress? Stress can manifest like this?” Polnareff asks

Avdol nodded, “It can even overwhelm the senses.”

“Okay, which senses are bothering you?” The silver haired man asks.

You clench your eyes closed and point to them and your ears. “Sound and sight.” He says, “What about touch?

Your answer is a hand moving side to side, ‘a bit’.

“What if we stopped for an hour or so, just find a place that’s cool and quiet?” He asks.

You nodded. “Okay, can you stand?” He asks. You sign back ‘a bit’ again.

He nods, “Can I take your arm and lead you?”

You nod.

“Alright, we’re going to take care of you, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He says gently.

AVDOL

Avdol picks up on this SO fast. This man is a reader, not just the book type, but he reads people as a living. He might even notice something is off before you do. Like the amount of people bustling about, the crowds and the people who accidentally bump into you. He’ll talk to Joseph and you and advise a quieter route. Unfortunately, this is the fastest way to get through. A detour would cost the group precious time. Avdol will instead hang at the back of the group with you and ask you what you need. Avdol is also much faster in places like markets because he’s grown up around them. In this case, if he’s sure you’ll be okay for a few minutes, he’ll haggle and find you something that might help.

“Where’s Avdol gone off to?” Polnareff asks Joseph

“He’s picking up a few necessities.” Joseph replies, he’ll meet back up with us in a few minutes, if he doesn’t we’ll assume he’s in danger and move quickly to a quieter location in case there’s a stand user in this crowd. I don’t want civilians involved in anything harmful.” He says gruffly

You walked behind Jotaro, his tall stature making people stare and move around him, maybe in respect or trepidation. You got bumped into less this way. “I’m back, Mr. Joestar.” Avdol seamlessly weaves his way back to the front of the group.

“Welcome back. Y/N is in the back behind Jotaro, maybe he’s good at blocking out the sun.” He grins playfully

Avdol nods in good humour and squeezes onto the back of the group. He walks beside you, giving you a foot of room on one side to ensure nobody brushes against you when you’re already overwhelmed. He holds out a small box, inside there are wax earplugs. And in one of his deep pockets he produces a beaded bracelet, “These are to cancel the noise, and if you need to keep your hands moving, you can rotate the beads in your hand.” You take the gift and look at him with surprise. “I don’t mind.” He says with a smile, “I can see that you’re struggling. We need to build each other up on this journey, so if there’s anything else you’re in need of, just communicate in anyway you find comfortable.” Your smile of gratitude is all he needs. He’ll hang back with you for as long as you need it.

KAKYOIN

Does this guy get neurodivergence or what? Kakyoin spent a lot of time alone. He didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. He learned to communicate in lots of ways. Verbal wasn’t always his strong suit anyway. If there is anybody who understands isolating one’s self because you are different, it’s him. Jotaro isolates, not because he’s entirely socially awkward, it’s also because he just doesn’t want to. Kakyoin wants people to know who he is, more than that, he knows being a bit different comes with its own experiences and self-honed skills. He’s going to pick up on you retreating back into yourself in the beginning, not as fast as Avdol. He’s not a people reader after all, that being said, he is a people watcher. For years, Kakyoin watched people from afar, this helped him understand other people’s friendships and relationships. He’s also learned a lot. When you’re on your own, you don’t exactly get distracted by other people asking you to join them in things. So he’s read quite a bit, even on neurodivergence. He can spot the overload in a few minutes and get into action. He gets up from the seat on the train he’s in and sits next to you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

No answer. “Is it stress, or maybe are you just overwhelmed?”

You looked up at him, not expecting him to understand.

“Overwhelmed?”

You nod and stare at the ground.

“Is there anything I can do?”

You have a moment to think, but you’ve gone nonverbal at this point, and realize you can’t really act out what you need because it’s a bit complex.

“Hmm…” Kakyoin thinks for a monent and then pulls out a notepad from his uniform

You look at him quizzically.

“I’m a student, I always have this on me to take notes.”

You smile up at him.

“Here.” He hands it to you, along with a pen.

You jot some things down.

“Too bright, too many sounds, chairs bad texture.”

“Yeah, I bet there’s years worth of dust in these.” He chuckles, “I have a scarf, maybe we can put that around your eyes? Or your ears like earmuffs?”

You nod and jot something else down, “Is the scarf soft?”

“Yes, it is. My mom bought it for me when we travelled to Egypt the first time.” He smiles and goes to get the scarf.

He comes back and sits next to you, “If you need anything else, write it down for me, and I’ll be happy to get it.” He relaxes in the seat next to you, “Promise.”

#jojo headcanons #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #joseph joestar x reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #polnareff x reader #oldseph #oldseph x reader #jotaro x reader #kakyoin #avdol x reader #avdol headcanons #kakyoin x reader #neurodivergent reader #neurodivergent representation #platonic #headcanons

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miasmultifandomdump · 8 months

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When I was seventeen, I was in a pit. I was depressed and lonely because I had realized since entering public school for the first time that actually, I wasn't really like the other kids. Everyone told me this was the homeschooling. Really, I was neurodivergent and closeted to everyone — even myself. The once confident Mia had faded into someone confused and scared to death of rejection. I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I had always been proud of being different and now I was ashamed.

I wasn't bullied or anything. I was just constantly aware of a distance between me and the other kids. I didn't know what it was or how it got there, but it was most certainly there. I lived on the outskirts of friend groups, not beloved or rejected, just... there.

Then I stumbled upon this book written by a teacher that I'd always sort of heard of and never really tried. I was hooked from the very first line. The main character was different like me. He had ADHD and dyslexia and he was amazing — brave and unafraid to stand up for the ones he loved and all around heroic. He was like me, only the things that made him different made him the hero he was. His differences were not only accepted, they were embraced as a part of what made him who he was in the first place.

That book was The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan and it has lived in a special place in my heart ever since that first read. Honestly? Sometimes I wish I'd found it years earlier. I hope my kids, if I ever have any, fall in love with this book as much as I did and know how special they are.

Today, I made myself a bracelet with the word "Half-Blood". I used blue beads and shells because of Percy's lineage. I made it to remind myself to never give up on writing. Why would a Percy Jackson bracelet remind me to never give up writing, you may ask?

Because seventeen-year-old Mia, struggling with depression and low self-esteem, needed Percy Jackson. And maybe there's someone else out there who needs my stories like I needed Percy Jackson.

If you're an artist and you ever wonder if your art is worth it, just remember all the creatives you look up to — and imagine how your life would be different if they had given up. Art is hard work, it's time, it's effort, it's patience. Take the breaks you need, but don't give up. Your art is worth it. ♥️

#personal #percy jackson #rick riordan #writers #writblr #writers of tumblr #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #adhd #actually adhd #neurodivergent representation #adhd representation #uncle rick #all queued up with nowhere to go

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fru1typunch · 8 months

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So WHAT if autistic folks find comfort in Aziraphale and see ourselves represented in him? So WHAT if ADHDers find comfort in Crowley and see ourselves represented in him? Neurodivergent folks think these characters are like us and it's comforting, so WHAT! I'm an auDHDer (autistic as well as ADHD) and I absolutely see traits in both characters I relate to and I adore it. My closet is pretty much just a dozen flannels and button ups and various graphic tees for shows I like, and hasn't been updated since, oh, I'd say around the 1800's (I joke with you amusingly). I get upset almost too easily and have a hard time expressing my emotions "properly", even as a grown man. I have a safe space from the world that myself and only very close very trusted loved ones can enter, and I get incredibly upset when it's being disturbed by unwelcome visitors. I'm very observant and inquisitive about how the world works and why things are the way they are and get really upset at even slight injustices. I flap my hands and shake my fists and smile and giggle when I'm happy or excited. I wear tinted glasses, yes even indoors, to deal with sensory overload. All that shit is shit Aziraphale and Crowley do, too. So I LOVE these characters. Who cares that neurodivergent folks find comfort in them. I highly doubt Neil Gaiman's the type of asshole to tell me I shouldn't. He's always been a pretty big advocate for the folks that society doesn't like, as a writer and as a person, so I think he wouldn't mind if I find comfort in seeing my autistic traits in his angel or my ADHD traits in his demon. Michael Sheen literally said "god bless the happy flappers" with a bunch of heart emojis to an autistic fan saying they loved Azraphale's hand stimming because they did it too in 2019, so I highly doubt he'd care either. And I keep seeing the argument thrown around that angels and demons couldn't be neurodivergent because they should be "perfect" celestial beings, which is grossly ableist. If angels and demons can be visibly physically disabled, they can be invisibly mentally disabled too, I reckon.

Anyways, rant over, Good Omens is neurodivergent as hell because I say so, fuck you.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #autism #autistic #audhd #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #neurodivergent characters #neurodivergent representation

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thermodynamic-comedian · 2 years

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the thing about fantazy worlds where there is "no homophobia, no transphobia, and no racism!" is that there's still ableism, specifically anti-autistic ableism.

because queerphobia can be erased by normalization, but ableism can't be erased just by taking away the labels.

in fact, taking away labels like autism and neurodivergence only makes being neurodivergent even harder:

if there's no word for why someone's different, there's no way to help or understand them, which leads to othering and demonizing them.

this is why even in utopia based fantazy worlds like shera and the owl house, neurodivergent (and specifically autistic) characters (entrapta, alador blight) are still not understood as much as neurotypical characters. they still have to explain how they're different, and doing that without having the word "autism" be common knowledge just makes it more difficult.

the only real way to erase ableism is to create a world where neurodivergence and disability is understood, talked about, and accepted.

but no one's done that yet, so here we are.

#sorry for the sudden seemingly out of context rant #just had to get this stuff down somewhere #please correct me if i said anything wrong in this post; it was written in a hurry #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #nd #autistic #actually autistic #actually neurodivergent #neurodivergent representation #she ra: princess of power #spop netflix #spop entrapta #toh #the owl house #alador blight #tw rant #text post #autism

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troythecatfish · 2 months

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marauderstars · 2 years

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James Potter with ADHD appreciation society. James Potter showing off and being the class clown because he can’t sit still in lessons. James Potter losing his belongings all the time. James Potter being able to hyperfocus on things that matter to him, like Quidditch or trying to solve his friends’ problems. James Potter using his talent and charm to mask his symptoms. James Potter with messy handwriting. James Potter with enhanced empathy. James Potter with imposter syndrome. James Potter having to work hard to not interrupt people. James Potter constantly planning new pranks and starting new projects before finishing old ones. James Potter being a well-rounded and complex representation of both the challenges and advantages that come with ADHD. Please and thank you.

#james potter #james potter with adhd #adhd tag #adhd #neurodiversity #neurodivergent representation #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #the marauders #adhd post #jegulus

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belpheg0r-luna · 27 days

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So to all my Matilda kids, how's our life mission of becoming someone's Miss Honey going?

#matilda #miss honey #matilda movie #matilda 1996 #matilda wormwood #danny devito #mara wilson #embeth davidtz #miss trunchbull #pam ferris #neurodivergent #queer #queer media #neurodivergent representation #childhood movies #comfort films #belphegor luna

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autismtana · 5 months

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glee gender, sexuality and neurodiversity headcanons

[disclaimer: i am neurodivergent myself (audhd/ocd/anxiety/depression/trichotillomania) and i am also queer (nonbinary/ace/lesbian); these are my headcanons based on watching and rewatching glee many, many times]

*mentioned in canon (either explicit or implied)

finn (he/him), demisexual biromantic, adhd/dyspraxia

rachel (she/her), bi, autism/bpd

quinn (she/her), polyamorous/lesbian, bpd/ppd*

santana (she/her/ella), lesbian*/demisexual, adhd/autism/anxiety/cptsd/eating disorder*

brittany (she/they/it), bisexual*/genderqueer/genderflux, autism/depression*/eating disorder*/auditory processing disorder and/or receptive language disorder

sam (he/they), bisexual, adhd/dyslexia*/eating disorder*/body dysmorphic disorder*/bipolar

mercedes (she/her), pansexual, adhd

puck (he/him), polyamorous*/pansexual, cptsd

blaine (he/they), gay*, autism/bpd

kurt (he/they), gay*/demiromantic, ocd*

tina (they/she), bisexual/nonbinary, npd

mike (he/him), bisexual

artie (he/him), bisexual

becky (she/her), pansexual, down's syndrome*

marley (she/her), bi/asexual, autism/anxiety/eating disorder*

kitty (she/her), pansexual, bpd

jake (he/him), straight, bpd

ryder (he/him), straight, dyslexia*

unique (she/her), trans lesbian

sugar (she/they/he/it), pansexual/genderfluid, autism*/adhd

joe (they/he), pansexual/nonbinary

rory (he/him), gay

roderick (he/they), aroace, autism/social anxiety disorder

jane (she/her), pansexual

mason (he/they), bisexual/nonbinary transmasc, adhd

madison (she/her), bisexual

spencer (he/him), gay*

william shoestore (he/him) straight, avpd

sheldon bieste (he/him), trans*/gay*

emma (she/her), asexual, autism/ocd*

sue sylvester (she/her), suesexual, npd

#glee headcanons #glee #neurodiversity #neurodivergent representation #actually autistic #actually adhd #actually ocd #new directions #glee neurodivergent headcanons #neurodivergent headcanons

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cardboardbox-fly · 7 months

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I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I am so Normal about this book I-

Am definitely not normal about this book

#mmu #murder most unladylike #bitb #the body in the blitz #tbitb #moua #mua #ministry of unladylike activity #robin stevens #queer books #lgbtq+#queer characters #queer rep #neurodivergent representation #-even if it wasn’t intentional-

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thefrogdalorian · 6 months

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Even Your Worst Days

(Din Djarin x Neurodivergent Reader)

I'm back with another Din/neurodivergent reader oneshot. Takes place in the same universe as All The Nice Things in Life.

This one describes emotions up to/during/after a meltdown as well as what they feel like. It also details what dealing with burnout feels like. There are some hints of past trauma/struggles as there were in the first fic, but nothing too graphic/descriptive.

I hope it brings you some comfort if you need it right now ♡

Word count: 4358

Summary:

On a recent job with the New Republic, Din spent a longer time away from you than you had both planned, causing a disruption to your routine that unsettled you. Since he returned, you have been struggling to readjust and feel as comfortable in his presence as you usually do. Despite a fun day he had planned for you and Grogu on Nevarro, you are too distraught to join them, feeling overwhelmed and burnt out. Din had not realised how much you were struggling and when he realises how upset you are he moves to reassure you, lifting your spirit and boosting your confidence in the way that only he is capable of. You realise that Din loves you unconditionally... even on your worst days.

Link To Read on AO3

Masterlist of My Fics

#din djarin fluff #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #grogu #the mandalorian #my fics #neurodivergent reader #neurodivergent representation

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leahfrog · 3 months

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In a world where nature is struggling, a 'cursed' boy named Rowan discovers he's the key to restoring what was lost. Every night, he dreams of a silver warrior who will save him from the darkness that surrounds him. In a war where she must slay her own kind to save them, a half-dragon warrior named Nova learns 'duty' is something she can redefine. Every night, she dreams of a Viridian dragon who begs her to protect his legacy. A story about self-discovery, change, saving the world, romance, and of course, dragons.

The first book of my queer-friendly fantasy series starts in March 2024, and it will be available for free at leahfrog.com. Would appreciate reblogs if you or your followers might be interested in reading it!

#theviridiandream #ya fantasy #ya novels #my writing #dragons #dergs #rowan spicer #nova the tempest #queer coding #queer allegory #trans allegory #neurodivergent representation #yes the dragons are autistic

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neurodivergent-media · 11 months

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A Kind of Spark (TV series) (2023)

A Kind of Spark is a 2023 CBBC children's drama series, based on the book of the same name by Elle McNicoll.

The series folows Addie Darrow, a autistic girl who find clues regarding a mystery in her small town's history regarding the time of the witchhunts. She aims to convince the council to set up a memorial for the women from long ago who were persucted simply for being different.

I highly recommend this show. Even though it's aimed at children/young teens, the story never feels childish, even the more humourous moments. The themes of ableism and bullying were dealt with seriosuly and maturely. Many autistic girls who are/were in mainstream school will likely relate to Addie and/or Keedie, and allistics could learn a lot from watching.

Firstly, the actors for the 2 main autistic characters are themselves autistic, and I think I read that many people working behind the camera were autistic too. Also, the author of the original book is autistic.

Addie has a special interest in sharks, and develops a special interest/hyperfixation in the "witches". She experiences sensory overload, mentions sensory issues with her hair being brushed, has a meltdown/shutdown and she has a distinctive gait. She seems like someone who wold be deemed "high-functioning" (the term is not used in the show) in that she may come across to others as "weird but not immediately obviously disabled". She is verbal, makes eye contact and her stims tend to be on the more subtle side. I could see a lot of my younger self in Addie, despite the differences in interests. She isn't a misanthropic genius or a checklist of symptoms but a 3 dimensional, fleshed out character.

One of Addie's older sisters, Keedie is also autistic, and their bond was really touching and engaging. Autistic family members is something I wish we saw more often in the media. Keedie is less notceably autistic for much of the show, which I feel is useful to show to people that plenty of people don't "look" autistic, but still are.

Addie's new friend Audrey is wonderfully supportive and understanding - as opposed to some media where the friend is mean, or portrayed as a saint for "putting up with" an autistic person. Addie's parents are also understanding and supportive on the whole. There's a really nice, brief, simple moment at a family dinner where the dad serves out pasta with different ingredients according to their sensory needs (no sauce for Keedie, smooth sauce for Addie, "lumpy" sauce for everyone else).

Addie and her sister's autism are integral parts of their characters, without the show's story being simply "about autism". The show's message is to respect people who are different, and it's never done in a heavy-handed or "preachy" way. With the witches element, which features glimpses into the past during the witch trials, it was a great way of showing how autism has actually existed for a very long time.

The show deals with ableism and bullying, including the all-too-real occurrence of teachers mistreating autistic students. It is well portrayed, but it might be triggering for some. This is the first time I think I've ever seen autistic burnout portrayed in any media, and it could be enlightening for many allistics watching the show.

In terms of other neurodivergences, there is one character heavily implied to be dyslexic. Unfortunately, she bullies Addie. It seems like part of her treatment of Addie is due to internalised ableism and jealousy, which added an interesting layer to her character but might be off-putting to dyslexic viewers nonetheless.

I suppose one of the few negatives is one that's still very common, in that the autistic characters are white.

Also, Addie's mother tries to discourage her newfound interest in witches, but it's more of in a way to protect her which is hard to explain without giving spoilers. (Some spoilers below).

Keedie developed a special interest in a battle taught in history in class, the intensity of which led to a serious incident at school. Addie and Keedie's mum fears the same thing happening with Addie and the witches (there is more to Keedie's school situation that initially appears, but I don't want to give further spoilers).

It was a little odd that it almost framed Keedie's special interest in said battle itself negatively however - how she would spend hours staring at a painting of it. However, I feel like this was rectified to some extent, as Keedie actually re-engages with this old special interest to aid in her recovery from burnout.

#a kind of spark #a kind of spark cbbc #autistic representation #neurodivergent representation #autistic characters #autistic actors #good representation

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