#touch of the tism maybe

[bambi-on-the-ps3]

I work a 9 to 5 (PM to AM) job (indulgence in media I like) to provide for my family (me and my friends’ hyperfixations)

When I get home, I like to treat myself to a nice cold beer (more material for my hyperfi

[charlieshorseshirt]

I LOVE YOUR URL

TYSM!! i am a proud owner of the aforementioned shirt in my url ^_^

[wastelandsfavorite]

Violet!

-> Violet! by Waterparks

Oscar Piastri x an accident prone neurodivergent reader

Essentially the three-ish times that Oscar starts fussing over you, and the one time he got it right.

Groceries, unloading groceries.

Picking up a case of bottled water was enough to have Oscar hovering. Asking if you needed him to take it from you, as he tucked a carton of milk under his arm.

Not that he didn’t try taking the water first. You shoo’d him away from the trunk of your car before he had a chance.

“You really don’t know how this works,” you stated.

“I know that last time you dislocated something it was after you got your finger stuck in a mop bucket,” he opened your apartment door for you to walk in and drop the case of water onto your counter.

“And I had no idea because you don’t express pain.”

You rolled your eyes as he took the couple of steps towards you he needed to be able to rest his hands on your waist. You stared up at his eyes, watching him blink as he stared down at you. He watched your eyes shift from one of his to the other.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked.

You didn’t answer, just wishing he could read your mind. Though some days it felt like he could, he could never understand the simple phrases that circled your mind when you couldn’t dream to force them out.

“I love you too,” he said, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before turning to start putting your things away.

~~~~

Oscar didn’t hover 24/7.

That would be unrealistic.

it was just when he got back to you after weeks, sometimes months, on the road for work.

He’d wake you up as early as he made it back and hide himself in your apartment until he felt like a normal person again. You’d go on with your life like you had been until he pulled himself up and out of your room like a bear from hibernation.

With an insatiable thirst from well over 24 hours of sleep to combat the jet lag, he started the day watching you cook breakfast.

Not a measuring cup to be seen, you’d drift from one spot in the kitchen to another with the steady destruction of a tornado. Always producing the best waffles and coffee and parfait he’d ever have. Always better than the last, despite your unwavering commitment to your recipe.

You’d reach for your favorite kitchen knife, and he’d make his way over. Your fingers held onto the fruit you cut in an unsettling fashion. He’d offer to cut the fruit for you every once in a while.

Too much of a deviation in your routine. So he settled for watching close as you shifted your hands uncomfortably to account for the knife and it’s ever shrinking victim.

~~~~

In theory, race weekends should be a sensory nightmare.

People rushed around you, stood in the garage next to some mechanics you were probably introduced to more than once. The adrenaline radiating from everyone around you, the yelling back and forth as the countdown to lights out drug on.

Weekends in the garage were the best.

you watched intently the way people dodged each other, racing back and forth to get any loose ends tied up.

As time went on, Oscar and Lando began making their own appearances in the garage as well. The former being sure to make eye contact whenever he could, seeking out a quick shaka to say “right on” and let him know you’re fine.

At that point your headphones hung around your neck. You sat in the busy noise, listening and watching with an intense focus that by the end of the event would make you more tired than anything. It’s fine. It’s more than fine.

You could always sleep better after days in the garage anyways.

~~~~

The end of the day could be a bit harder

Oscar would take extra care after race days, especially when you’ve spent the whole weekend in the garage. He’d tell you to quit overextending yourself, you’d tell him you want to see him drive.

Your head drifted downwards as you stared up over your sunglasses frames. Your AirPods tucked under your headphones blasting a playlist of the day. Both tale-tale signs of being checked out.

Oscar sat himself next to you as soon as his time in the media pen was done. He reached for your hand, which you offered without a second thought. He squeezed twice, his own signal to you asking if you’re ready.

You nodded and the two of you stood. Maybe a little quick, as you stumbled into his side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you made your way out and to wherever he had his car parked.

He chattered on to you about the race, and whatever drama it was that happened between Carlos and Pierre during the post race interviews. You nodded along, asking questions that would take him into a different area of whatever he could be excited about.

The path the two of you walked was pavement, for the most part it was very even. Not even a rock out of place. Staring down into the pavement as you walked and listened was an experience. The grey concrete shined in the sun overhead.

You let Oscar pull you to the side, away from the edge of the sidewalk. Your foot nearly slipping into the grass beside it, had your boyfriend not urged you away.

“wow I could almost feel that one,” you looked back to the edge of the sidewalk you had been walking on.

Oscar only laughed, squeezing your shoulder as the two of you continued your walk, “that’s what I’m here for, hm?”

[ozzgin]

How do you acquire the thousands of spouses? Is there a chance I can have one or be one?

You are most certainly welcome to join us, which then by default provides you with the spouse inventory.

As for how I ended up like this...I'm kind of reminded of that ol' classic trope of

record scratch freeze Character: You're probably wondering how I ended up here.

Except there's nothing to rewind, I'm just as confused as you are. Y'all decided to break my door one day and now we're married.😭

[hyah-lian]

I just had a thought. I think like Hyrule had fae or magic sight or smth that's kind of been a headcanon of mine for a while.

And magic has associated colours in the games and stuff

But I was thinking. What if one of the Links has Synesthesia, another is Colour Blind, and a third can See Magic

For this the colour blind link can also see magic

But just. The three of them arguing over what color a certain magic is. Because fire magic in its own element is a vibrant orange-red, but to the colourblink link it is a much more muted yelloe-brown, and further still to the Synesthesiac link they see fire magic as dandelion yellow and poppy red streaks that taste like grapefruit.

Or maybe the Synethesiac Link learned to sense or see magic through their adventures and now has wildly conflicting senses of the colour of magic (my brain is like lol Legend or Four)

And they all get into a bit of an argument over it and the others are just there like

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

"wat?" "Magic has colours?" "Magic has a taste??"

(bonus points at least one of them puts on the Lil Shit(tm) hat and goes "wait magic EXISTS?" and it's one of them who h e a v I l y uses magic or magic items)

[newtlesbian]

tbh i think adhd newt has to be in addition to being autistic if at all. and that its debatable but autistic newt is sooo straight up in the text no matter what. youre picking up on how hes talkative & he takes big risks & he has no impulse control & he fidgets but these happen to be overlapping traits between the two yknow and he does them in such an autistic way….. also hes Not distracted at all he and hermann are as focused in as you can get. and theres no way you can say hes bad at completing tasks

[moltengoldveins]

Me, leaning down very close to examine one of my Mental Illness Symptoms, adjusting my monocle slightly: hmmm….. good sir, are you a scion of the ADHD? The ‘Tism, perhaps? The childhood trauma from said previous options? The chronic illness? What land do you hail from? What master do you serve?

The symptom, blobbing about in the corners of my mind: *garbled screeching*

[slut4thebroken]

Guys help I want to change my username cause I made it like back in 2020 when I was in my 1D phase 💀 and I haven’t been in that for like two years. Should I just change it to fookinslut4jason or something💀💀💀💀 See it’s hard cause there are too many fictional, traumatized, sarcastic, with a touch of the tism, white men that I’m in love with. How am I supposed to choose between all my husbands?? That’s like impossible

[lllostgirlll]

That meme where “it’s 3am and I’m rearranging my room and getting my life together” but I’m like “I should learn like 2 languages right now”

[gogetyrshovel]

life is about the little pleasures like when u put lotion on your leg and all the hairs line up

[wise-innocence]

Me and Yanfei are looking through the same ADHD mirror and it took me this long to realize it.

[calmboyl]

im having an idea,,:3

this scene but its pitch black instead!!

its like pitch black and kozmotis or just pitch black and another pitch black!

or smth,,

[i-am-thevoid]

genuinely uncomfortable with people being attracted to me lately esp when I KNOW they arent seeing me in the way I want like please fuck off and leave me alone

[scoops-stevie-archive]

*vecna clock chime* its loving eddie munson hours

[supercantaloupe]

just occurred to me this morning as i woke up this morning why i'm (probably) so taken aback by people in orchestra being So Nice to me cause i saw some photos on social media posted by ppl i traveled to [redacted] with, people who only stood to even have a conversation with me as a last resort kind of social option. i have literally Never gotten along with groups of people, Ever, unless that group of people was also orchestra people. seriously

[extreme-technicality]

My day be so fine then bam

Overstimulation