#autistic headcannon

[autisticheadcanons]

Monica Geller from Friends is autistic! She often gets stereotyped as having OCD but she reads more as autistic to me. This is because:

-She has trouble connecting to people outside of the main group of friends

-She has very specific routines (the obsession with cleaning/cleanliness)

-She is often obsessive about things, and can go to extreme lengths to accomplish what is on her mind (such as making holes in the wall when trying to find out what the mysterious switch in Joey's apartment does)

-She can be rigid in her thinking, which leads to stubbornness and being bossy at times

-She likes organising things, and goes into intense detail when doing so

[emieks]

Edward Horace Brandon AKA "Ed" from Nickelodeon's 1997 Good Burger is Autistic!

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I feel like Furnoss would absolutely LOVE using slime as a stim toy, but because he's so warm it all just melts and gets everywhere and is overall a big hassle so he just. Never gets the chance to use it

[sillaygaydragons]

My boy, Starflight <3

He's probably my fav dragonet of destiny which is why this is long

He's an omni trans demiboy ace who is autistic with neopronouns he/they/flap/roar

Starflight is autistic, I don't make the rules; his special interest is collecting masses of information.

Don't particularly love that he has a crush on Sunny but he can keep it I guess, however, sunny is demisexual and siblingzoned Starflight so they don't become a couple.

Trans boy? Trans boy! Definitely a trans boy, but also a demiboy because he doesn't feel completely gender.

My guy picks up neopronouns every other day. His main ones are flap/roar because he thinks they sound cool. (and cute but he won't tell anyone that) He has a load of others like quill and pounce but I can't be bothered to think of a hoard of neopronouns.

He's ace as in yes for sfw kisses and no for anything nsfw, unlike Clay who is an indifferent ace, Starflight thinks it's icky. (Very valid of him)

He thought he had a crush on Jambu when he first saw him which definetly was messing with his crush on Sunny but turns out he just really likes the colour pink.

He stims with his hands (claws?) when he's thinking or explaining something.

Starflight and Fatespeaker are both autistic and personally I think they're a pretty cute t4t couple. (Fatespeaker is bigender but that's for another day)

Make sure to read the pinned post and send an ask!

[aluminum-allium]

Leman Russ Autistic Headcannons

Loud noises don’t bother him at all but he can get really visually overstimulated especially by paragraphs upon paragraphs of tiny text.

Leman is mostly very chatty and stims sometimes by making animalistic noises much to the annoyance of Magnus.

Oh god does he love wolves, It’s one of his special interest and he even has one of those belt tail things. (He also totally walks on all fours mostly to just to annoy Mags.)

Another one of his special interests is cooking! Although he doesn’t display it as much as his love for all things wolf,

He’s less talented when it comes to logistics than his brothers and it frustrates him to no end .

Leman can have a really hard time understanding the meaning behind what people are saying if he doesn’t know the person he’s talking to well.

[pigeon-wizard]

this is autistic hyperfixation at it's finest

[afterartist]

Someone please give Soundwave a raise

He puts up with so much

[sillybilly4]

Nonverbal because he’d be too powerful

Littlest sibling privileges ig

Also no I totally don’t change Shamura’s eye count every time I draw them, that would be stupid

[fandomxo00]

ok but heres a quickie:

having to explain your accommodations and sensory supports:

logan is kinda a dick at first cause he thinks you dont do anything and he has to do more work because of you and that makes you cry, because he kinda raised his voice at you and you had trauma, you felt bad that he had to more work because of you---in reality logan had accepted the extra work load bc he knew it was you and he thought something was wrong and you weren't telling him

bc the two of you are friends and collagues teaching in the same departments you collaborated alot with the different classes. you would wound up eating lunch together on accident and then it make purposeful. logan wanted to spend time with you

Or hyperfixating on something, "Oh my god I need another iced pumpkin spice latte, Lo."

"Just one more book..."

"C'mon I do need every color!"

"Baby only a couple."

"It's on me this time!"

"Sure." Logan hummed, earning a glare from you.

he's always somehow around when you drop your earplugs on accident, you use loops to reduce the sound, makes everything less overwhelming so you can actually think. logan watches how fast you start working once you have them in, but sometimes you switch to music so you don't get trapped in your thoughts.

you brought out your slug fidget toy that was loud and kinda obnoxious, not to you, it was rather soothing because that was the point of it, it made you feel more centered, getting your extra energy out but not overthinking

if anyone pries he simply tells them to, "fuck off", he'll know there this look in your eyes and you dip your chin when you meet his eyes. His protectiveness comes over and he steps in front of you to hide you away from the intruder.

he gets you water in a panic attack, he'll sit down and breathe with you, he will remind you to do head and heart circuit. "Hey, member, darling, one hand on your forehead..."

"One on my heart." you muttered, moving your arms as Logan reflected your actions, looking back at each other as you murmured affirmations, when you got to the third big breath, you move your hand down to stomach, to connect your heart, mind and belly.

"You got it, sweetheart."

If someone is staring at you while your stimming, he'll glare them down and even move in front of their vision. Logan will lightly shove you forward and you frown over at him. "Hey." You grumble, as you lean your weight on foot than the other.

Okay but him having very firm touches, knowing you didn't like soft, he'd always apply pressure even when just touching your shoulder. It always made a softness fill your heart as you glanced into his eyes.

"Sorry if my singing is annoying, its how i stim some-."

"Don't mind, darling."

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[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Somebody told Vox about Shark Week and he immediately decided to recreate it in Hell because it meant he could just take over everyone's TV's and infodump abt sharks for a week straight and nobody could stop him. The other Vees have tried but eventually gave up. Alastor hops on the radio every year and just talks about how dolphins are cooler then sharks for an entire day just to piss off Vox. He doesn't actually care about dolphins he just wants to rile Vox up. Vox retaliates with a segment called "Why sharks are cooler then dolphins(fuck you Alastor)". Shark Week is an annual event and everybody just kinda has to sit through it.

[autisticheadcanons]

All 3 movie versions of Willy Wonka are Autistic. I have no idea about beacuse i never read or listined to it.

[thief-of-eggs]

Zukka where it’s Sokka with that audhd rizz, Zuko with that autism rizz (aka it’s all- “wanna see my collection of rocks shaped like boomerangs???” and “yeah, ok.” ((they basically just confessed their undying love))

[seeker-of-stories19]

Autistic Ghost Headcannons

- Intentionally ignores social cues

- Scowls all the time at everything and everyone but usually not on purpose

- Takes full advantage of his ear defenders and balaclava to avoid sensory experiences he dislikes

- Incredibly restrictive eating, often chooses to go hungry rather than touch something he dislikes

- One of his favorite stims is smelling Soaps hair

- Gets overstimulated by certain things but is also very sensory seeking in other ways

- Wears tight gloves and sleeps under four weighted blankets because he likes the pressure

- Stims by making a tight fist, chewing his lips, scratching, hitting himself, leaning against things, rocking, pacing, rubbing the seam of his balaclava, tapping his ear defenders

- One track mind, he hates switching tasks and never does more than one thing at once unless it’s a hundred percent necessary

- Wears a mask largely to hide his scars and identity but it has the added benefit of keeping him from having to worry about making the correct facial expressions

- Very prone to dissociation

- Violent meltdowns, tends to have a vicious temper and destroy everything around him, hurting himself or anyone else unfortunate enough to cross his warpath

- But eventually when he’s in private he ends up just curling into himself and crying and rocking like he did as a kid

- It makes him feel incredibly vulnerable and he goes to extreme lengths to avoid the meltdowns which is a huge part of why they’re so bad

- Only Johnny and sometimes Price can calm him down

- Everyone else just thinks he has an explosive temper for no reason

- Ties his boots dangerously tight to get more sensory input

- Thrives under military routines but ignores rules that don’t make sense

- This definitely caused problems with COs in the past but Price is way more understanding and generally the 141 gets a lot of leniency on rules because of the type of work they do and the specific value of their skill sets

- Soap sleeps on top of him and always squeezes his hand a little too hard

- Hides in his room when overstimulated and shuts down completely, will literally disassociate for hours until Soap finds him

- Obsessively neat, nothing is ever anywhere other than where it’s supposed to be

- Doesn’t mind loud sounds but hates multiple sounds at once

- Explosions and gunfire are usually fine as long as he has his headphones but people talking and eating all at once in the mess makes him want to cry

- Absolutely despises crowds and will get very agitated and pissed off before eventually checking out until Johnny can get him back to a quiet space

- Soap letting him have the best vantage point when they go out because of how bad Simons PTSD and sensory issues are and he trusts Simon to watch his six

- Drinks but never to the point of being drunk

- Has the shittiest temperature regulation ever, gets so overheated but can’t figure out why and would freeze to death if it wasn’t for Soap making him put on layers because he’s basically immune to the cold

- Other than keeping his space clean which is mostly because it’s been beaten into him by his dad and then the army to the point where having a messy space will send him into a panic attack he’s a disaster. He never remembers to bring his dishes over to the tiny kitchen in the 141s rec room and routinely stares at things for days unable to complete simple tasks until he gets so pissed he ends up crying

- Price used to get annoyed by it and they’ve all three harassed him about it but once they realize that he’s genuinely struggling all three of them step in to make things easier for him, helping clean up his stuff in common spaces and wash dishes

- Soap definitely helps him with his laundry but only at 3am when he suddenly has the urge to do his own because ADHD

- His interoception is appalling, he’ll be furious and yell at recruits or just look at people like he wants to kill them on missions until Johnny leans over to subtly remind him that he hasn’t gone to the bathroom or eaten anything in eight hours

- Is fluent in BSL and uses it to communicate with Price when he’s in a verbal shutdown

- Soap and Gaz ask Price to teach them secretly and when they start signing to Ghost one day he’s absolutely shocked

- Generally he gets by with everyone else by grunting and scowling, people are too scared of him to call him out

- Most of his masking relies on peoples fear of him even though it often makes him feel even less human and it’s a vicious downward spiral

- Soap not being afraid of him was a really big deal because of this but also lead to him being really freaked out and unsure how to handle his prying

- Soap just finds him impossibly endearing and loves all the hidden little movements and noises he makes when they’re alone

- Lets Simon use his hands to fidget under the table during meetings

- Even though Soap isn’t the best at social cues himself he takes up explaining things to Ghost subtly whenever he can

- When Simon comes to his room to ask him about something someone said for the first time he’s ecstatic and considers it a great victory

- While a lot of Simons stims are more subtle or at least misinterpreted Soap will absolutely get hyped up when he’s stimming and start jumping or rocking or flapping his hands eagerly

- Soap sends him adhd x autism memes all the time and encourages Ghost to send back anything that interests him even if he thinks Soap won’t like it

- Is shocked to realize how strong Ghosts special interests are as his phone turns into a constant flood of articles and artwork about things Ghost loves

- Included but not limited to guns, puzzles, animal anatomy and bones, flowers (specifically the meanings of flowers) and many others

- Taking things apart and putting them back together, usually his rifle but will generally do it with everything from pens to knives

- Hoards weird things like old ink cartridges and bullet casings

- Has an unbelievable memory for details of old missions, can remember building layouts from over five years ago

- Soap’s room is so chaotic they barely spend time there because of how much it stresses Ghost out

- Generally they just balance each other out well with Simon being aggressively introverted and Soap being just as extroverted

- He pushes Simon a bit outside of his comfort zone and helps him socialize while Ghost reigns him in

- No one else really gets how they operate in the field except each other

- Soap was professionally diagnosed in school while Ghost was professionally diagnosed after Roba under a fake name with Price’s help so it’s not officially on his military record

- Ghost is actually very okay with how his brain works because it’s made him who he is and allowed him to surpass the regular limitations of a soldier

- He struggles more in his personal life but being around Soap heals a deep part of him that he’s buried since early childhood

- They understand each other like no one else ever has

[ramblingautisticman]

So, I can't help but think about Autistic!Wade having the oh so familiar complex of 'I need to be normal, I need to be normal, I need to be normal' because of his childhood and Logan very slowly showing him that its okay to be himself- that no one is normal and it's just a stupid social construct.

[evilmortimerirl]

"YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME RICK C-137 BECAUSE I HAVE A SECRET WEAPON THAT ALL RICKS SHOULD FEAR

A BABY MORTY!!!"

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

"Tf jit got a baby equip dawg..."

"Nahh jit kidnapped a baby..."