#adhd kin

[theriancultureis]

bat therian (or any therian that has heightened hearing) and adhd (possibly audhd I'm working on the diagnosis) culture is having such sensitive hearing that even going out in the hallways at school causes you so much overwhelm that you have to wear noise canceling headphones.

But yknow what? Because your hearing is so sensitive, you can still hear almost perfectly through the headphones. So your brain has had to train itself to tune out all noise that usually overwhelms you, so that you can function, making your parents get annoyed that they can't get your attention in a split second when you aren't keeping an ear out for them saying your name.

Wow I didn't mean for that to be so long I’m so sorry /gen

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[genderstealer2000]

guys we should start a thread about how we feel about our hyperfixations

ahem, ill go first

[snarlingteeth]

CW FOR VAGUE REFERENCE TO ANIMAL EUTHANASIA

[reguluslovesspelunking]

while james potter DOES have an ego, it’s not as big as people may think. he fakes his confidence so well that people think he’s so put together but in reality he rarely knows what he’s doing

[hermaphrodog]

I am but a working dog, I need stimulation or else I am going to rip someone's face off

...or destroy pillows and furniture, that works too.

[twistedsocials]

Every teenage neurodivergent lesbian needs her fictional little gay guy who she’ll attach and project onto

[mmoofykins]

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY

VS

Because my friend asked me to make this about rise Mikey and Donnie and I let them get a little bit of help from their other selves 🤼‍♂️🤼‍♂️🐢🐢🐢✨

Them hanging out afterwards

This also took way longer to make than it should have but

I think I've never produced anything greater than this face

Most fun part about making this drawing, easily

[officially-other]

My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon

I am not what you think.

I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.

Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.

Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.

I suppose.

I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.

I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.

And underneath, none of us are what you think.

(Tags for side commentary/context)

[bendy113]

i have nothing to say except that i drew this at 2am and i basically have no clue why. it was funny tho. (it's some type of redraw of an art on whiteboard)

(the godzilla/kaijuverse fixation is taking over uh oh/hj)

oh yeah bonus btw:

[genderstealer2000]

i actually feel so appreciated on here, i feel like i have a ton of friends even if i dont message a ton of them i love this community a lot!!!!!! I FEEL SO LOVED

[sillystringsimpsons]

Pic unrelated. I just think they're cute here. Lol.

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

A short fanfic set in The Good Ones [AU], featuring Johnny and Frankie.

STORY BELOW CUT!

"Something is wrong."

As he speaks, his leg taps incessantly beneath the dining table: little creaks and the rhythmic scuff of his socks against the linoleum punctuating the syllables and iambs in his anxious words.

"Somethin's always wrong with yous," I mutter. My words are muffled as I lazily press a chunk of bread, drowned to limpness with pumpkin soup, into the pocket my right cheek. "What's the matter, coniglio? Jeez, is it the bread? Sorry, baby, I know you ain't a fan of them baked-in olives, but it's all the bodega had out when I got there-"

"Gio, damnit! I ain't a frigging toddler, I can stomach some damn olives!"

...Jesus.

I like his skittishness. I know it sounds a little patronising, but it's endearing to me; the constant fidgeting and wriggling is as much a part of him as the borrowed trace-scent of my cologne in the crook of his neck and the way he gets little crow's feet by his eyes when he smiles. But this, right now, is more than his day-to-day restlessness: he's cagey today: more so than normal. I can see it in the way his eyes dart frantically around the room, the way those dilated pupils can never quite seem to sit in one place, caught in that same little loop of endless motion as his squirming lower half.

"...Sorry."

As soon as he breaks the silence, I realise I've been absentmindedly holding my breath in - as if, if I had let it go, some inappropriate response to his seemingly unprovoked outburst would have slipped out with it. But he's taken the weight of the reply off my shoulders, leaving me with nothing to do but give a barely audible, shaky out-breath after I choke down the food still in my mouth with an unwittingly stilted swallow.

"I... I, uh, don't apologise, Frankie," is all I manage to offer, at first. "I shouldn't 'a cut you off like that. My foul, alright?"

"No, Johnny, it ain't your fault, babe, I just... I just-"

Ironically, he's never been very good at expressing himself: it's no real surprise that the words he wants to get lost at the tip of his tongue, leaving him with nothing but stutters and frustrated little grunts - and once he's run out of those, all he has left to give is a big, defeated groan as he buries his face into his hands.

"It's just... Things have been good."

That confession, meek and padded by the hum of his lips against his calloused palms, is the absolute last thing I expected to hear.

"Good?"

"Too good," he whines, still refusing to look me in the eyes. "Everything is too damn good, and I feel like somethin' awful is about to happen. I can't freaking relax, Gio, I feel like- Damnit, I don't know, it feels like my brain is full 'a fluid, and- And my head is going to explode- Or somethin'-!"

"What, like, a fever? Frankie, if you got a fever-"

"No, no, it's metaphor-ismical, or freakin'- Whatever you call it! I just... It feels like there are a million bees inside my skull, Johnny. Does that make sense?"

No, not really. The bees, at least: I can't particularly envision something like that, I've never been all that good at creative thinking - or whatever the ability to picture insects in your head is called.

But, what does make sense is the look in his eyes as he raises his gaze: only slightly, just enough to meet my own.

There's a frenetic, anxious energy there, one that I've seen time, and time again: in the eyes of the lanky, up-town sixteen-year-old who'd ride past my shop on his bike a suspicious amount of times every day, in the eyes of the point of contention sat across from me at one too many impromptu meetings of DiMaggio's inner circle, in the eyes of the disgraced caporegime reluctantly settling into his new place among the ranks of my crew...

In the eyes of the man sat opposite me.

I give my best attempt at a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah. It does."

[phantomram-b00]

Honestly? Out of all the headcanon in the Good Omens fandom—

Autistic Aziraphale has to be one of my favorite of all time.

(I might make a post of it but as an autistic person, this headcanon give me joy!)

[kthecritter]

H1!!! :D

(Sorry if I sent a request or two before this on just ignore those ones, I am very forgetful so I don't remember if I did)

Could 1 have a pinkiepie background with sc3ne k1d th3mez! The symbol being f1ctionkin ^^ 1f u want 0ther th3mez t00 y0u can put ADHD symb0lz (Th3 0nly reaz0n 1 want that there is cuz 1 have undiagnosed/high chance ADHD)

cw: eyestrain, bright colours

here you go, we hope you enjoy! I love this one so much, scenecore is my favourite!!! -🐶🎀

[snarlingteeth]

I feel like a dog that keeps being returned to the shelter

How long until it’s not humane to keep letting this happen?

[literacypridedogs]

# BPD LESBIAN AND ADHD LESBIAN CHUUYA NAKAHARA ICONS ! 400 x 400 , CIRCLE ICONS , MANGA . FLAGS HERE

[ilybigman]

noijiposting HE IS JUST LIKE ME FR! JUST LIKE ME FR. noiji

(also, i swear i can draw better .. just getting used to splatoon stiLL it's very diff from my old style i had to adjust)