#aren't hyperfixations funny like. i must think and talk about this all day everyone i know should also watch this

[indigodawns]

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[indras-curse]

Pt. 2 of Sasuke Hyperfixating

Eventually, Naruto and Sasuke talked a lot after the dissociation, depersonalization, and self-loathing had calmed down.

A lot.

To the point where when they are not with each other, their voices are hoarse and everyone can tell. To the point where they claim comfort and practicality for them lying next to each other in bed. They had been falling asleep on the couch where most of their talks began and had gotten tired of waking up with kinks and pains.

So, why not just get talking laying down on the bed until either one falls asleep late into the night?

Naruto has more duties and Sasuke is still healing and getting used to life with one arm, so he is rarely the last one to succumb to sleep so he takes the chance to just... look. At Naruto's moonlit skin, until his eyelids are so heavy he can't keep them up anymore.

It becomes his ritual. And one of his particularities.

"You look at him a lot" Sakura mentions one time in passing, Naruto is busy and someone had to look over him since his stump has been aching. Naruto had to be dragged by Iruka and Kakashi to leave him alone and only relented when Sakura appeared to take over babysitting duty.

Sasuke doesn't know her enough to be sure, but he can tell there is a pang of jealousy in her voice.

Sasuke just hums in acknowledgment, he has nothing to say back.

"He spent all this time with his sight set on you... he must be happy" Sakura sighs, all contemplative.

Sasuke wishes people would stop to attempt small talk with him.

Unfortunately, the only other person Sasuke feels comfortable with is Kakashi, which is bad because Kakashi is generally insufferable. He doesn't attempt to make Sasuke talk but in exchange, he noticeably and silently judges his every move and keeps it safe in his head.

At least it's not this.

"You should see other people, too!" Sakura encourages. "It can't be healthy staying alone with Naruto for so long!" She says, in an attempt to be funny that falls absolutely flat.

"I like being alone with Naruto. He is the only one who understands" Sasuke deadpans.

It seems to suck out all the light behind Sakura's encouragement. She did that a lot when they were young, putting Naruto down in an attempt to build herself up.

Perhaps she hasn't changed one bit.

Sakura doesn't do much talk that isn't strictly medical and Sasuke doesn't have to wait too long before Naruto is bursting through the door.

"I'm home!" He hollers, all excited and radiant.

"You're early" Sakura judges. "Aren't you supposed to be ther-"

"Welcome home" Sasuke interrupts, stands up, and walks to the kitchen.

He is neither blind nor deaf but Sakura and Naruto seem to have forgotten when they talk about him as soon as he has retreated for something to drink

He is not a total asshole, despite general consensus, and brings Sakura a glass of the lemonade she had brought over too. Naruto is grateful and gulps it down eagerly. He praises Sakura for the lemonade which is all too basic and not particularly good. Sasuke's lips thin with annoyance. Sakura barely sips some of it before making herself scarce.

Sasuke and Naruto talk about their day, Sasuke doing most of the listening, and they talk and talk until it is very late and Naruto is mumbling.

"I think... you should see more people... other th'n me..."

He is snoring shortly after and Sasuke can't help but be upset that Sakura had gotten into his head.

He doesn't need to see more people.

He has Naruto and that is enough, should have always been enough.

The next morning freshly made orange juice is waiting for Naruto. He gushes about it and how amazing Sasuke is for making him some orange juice to anyone who is within earshot.

Sasuke doesn't need other people.

[pinkmistle06]

Reblogging for my dudes.

Putting a cut here, letting you know that I'm gonna be saying something long below.

Hey, I happen to have something on the mental thing being anxiety and quite possibly depression and adhd as well as being on the spectrum, so I kinda identify there.

And while I don't have it as bad as others, I can say this.

It's hard.

It's hard with what struggle a lot of us face, to keep getting up in the morning and to keep going throughout the day without breaking down, especially on your bad days.

But we gotta one day accept that we gotta deal with this for quite a while, as for a lot of this stuff, we'll have to deal with it for the rest of our lives.

And to me?

It's not entirely a bad thing.

My anxiety and overthinking may stress me out, but it has helped me get out of trouble in terms of helping me not forget some things as I have a constant tendency to check and check again, and I'm very forgetful most of the time.

Being on the spectrum isn't necessarily a disability for some, but it depends on the person.

It depends on how you're affected by it.

For me, it's social cues and tone that I have trouble with, not getting a joke, having intense hyperfixations, odd way of thinking, tendency to get sensory overloads through sound, and my tendency to be patronizing without meaning to.

It led to quite a lot of bullying in my elementary days for being the weird kid, and it leads to me not having many friends in school now, leads to people avoiding me or talking behind my back.

It led to self esteem issues and is the main cause of why I feel like everyone secretly hates me.

But that's because of other people.

There's nothing wrong with being on the spectrum, that should been the case but it's not.

Our society deems anyone different or with different needs than them as lesser, and then calls them brave for putting up with it.

Ableism is a fact of life in most places, no matter how much we wish it wasn't.

But being on the spectrum isn't inherently a bad thing.

My out-of-the-box thinking helps with figuring out solutions that work for me in things like math and various school subjects.

My hyperfixations are things that I'm absolutely passionate about.

My ability to hear background noises and be able to tell them apart helps me be alert, and will probably help in terms of if there's ever an invader in my home.

And being the butt of the joke isn't as bad as you'd think.

Hell, look at my old hamster argument from when I first joined Tumblr!

It is kinda funny looking back, though I will say it wasn't really funny at the time at all.

And just as OP said, disability pride is about accepting this all as a part of you, something that further makes you unique and different than others.

Though, it can alienate you from everyone else depending on how you look at it.

But regardless, accepting who you are is a major step and a good thing to do.

Accepting your "flaws" and strengths as a whole.

I know that other people have it worse than me, but I speak with my experiences.

I am sympathetic and empathetic towards people who have a similar or worse situation than me, but my life still affected me in ways that aren't so good too.

I am hurting too, but I will not put my needs above anyone nor will I whine about anything.

Your needs and trauma are valid, and you must never forget that.

Please, never forget that.

You are important too.

Embracing who you are makes things easier on your mental state, and I'm stepping towards doing that myself.

Trying your best is enough.

You are enough.

And if some people say that it's not enough?

Plug your ears and walk away the best you can.

Disability pride isn’t all just being proud off “gross” stuff your body does

It’s learning to accept your mind after years of being told it was causing your pain and if you just tried harder it would go away.

It’s unlearning stereotypes and shame so you can go out in public again with mobility aids without crippling pain.

It’s accepting that taking pain medication is morally neutral and does not make you weak.

It’s being able to handle medical talk without flashbacks and panic attacks from medical trauma. (having medical trauma in no way means you cannot practice disability pride! Disability pride is just a step in helping work through medical trauma for some)

It’s looking at your body and knowing that maybe you’re body isn’t functional, or healthy, and maybe it’s not even a “good” body, but just like you, it’s trying it’s best, and that’s what matters most.