hey,... you think youve got any more of those adhd moritz hcs.....
Of Course!!! this is gonna be a mess bc my ?? adhd ass cant be bothered to try 2 be organized/coherent atm.
First thing is first: he collects drink tabs because he, Ernst, and Ilse are making a dragon sculpture and are using the tabs as scales. This has nothing to do with him having ADHD, I was just looking back @ my last post to avoid repeats and I forgot to put why he’s collecting them and you all needed to know this tbfh. He’s supplying the majority of the tabs. Ernst is horrified when he realizes How Many Of These Tabs are from Moritz.
He loves slime !! His fave thing to do with it is squish it between his fingers
He’s really bad about that whole “eating” thing,, he doesnt realize hes hungry because hes hyperfocused on something and often forgets to actually eat because ?? who has time 4 that
He knows he can’t remember anything so he tries to write everything down
he often loses whatever paper the info is on
sometimes he cant read his own handwriting
he forgets he wrote something down At All and finds the info accidentally when its no longer useful and “oh shit”
he forgets to Actually write the thing down so ?? that shit is Gone
hes a mess basically. but i love and support him.
he can have a lot of trouble following group convos irl, theres too much going on
he prefers to talk to one or two ppl off to the side or do his own thing and just ?? enjoy being With his friends
sometimes ppl try to pull him into group convos that he C ant keep up with and hes just like “huh” because what the fuck is going on
that being said: there are also times where he Thrives in group convos, loves the amount of shit going on, is rly engaged and loving it
hes very anti fidget spinner. like,, he didnt mind them at first (and lowkey wanted one) but melchior was One Of Those Assholes who were obnoxious and disruptive and annoying with them so moritz cant stand the sound they make
he hears them and wants 2 grab them and throw them Away
he did this to melchior once. just. snatched it out of his hands and chucked it out the window. because Impulse Control Whom?
he felt so bad but everyone applauded. and it was quiet for once. and he was relieved.
he has problems with Volume Control and isnt always Aware of how loudly he’s speaking. he tries but ?? forgets
hes so bad abt charging things.
like ,, he Sees the low battery warning. and closes it because “i’ll do that in a sec”
he does not do it in a sec. he forgets. and the thing Dies. and hes always like “what the fuck” before remembering that he was warned
he alternates between being Really Organized and scheduling the fuck out of everything and just ?? not trying because he kept forgetting and “lol too late to keep this up whats the point of trying”
I’m not saying there was a point to it, but I might have spent a little too much time making a transparent Bucky Barnes as he runs into battle… and you know… I’d already made it… Sooo waste not want not? I guess.
For every story where you kiss her; there is a story where you don’t. There is a story where you tell her everything, there is a story where you tell her nothing, there is a story where you stand in front of her with blood on your hands and all you can tell her is that you’re sorry.
The best stories are the oldest ones, the ones stitched into the fabric of the universe, told again and again across worlds and throughout galaxies, with every ‘once upon a time’ piercing it anew. You fall in and out of love with her across the long stretches of time and space, your paths interweaving and intertwining, crafted by the alignment of the stars, by the cold hands of fate, by distant, faceless authors with the power to transform you from ruin into rapture and back again.
Not every ‘once upon a time’ is paired with a ‘happily ever after’. The beginnings change, the endings alter, and only the gods know what may happen in between. You are no god, but you do know this:
there is not a single story in which you do not love her.
In this one, she falls from the sky; in that one, she looks up at the stars. In this one, she is standing beside you; in that one, she is a thousand miles away. In this one, you tell her you love her. In that one, you don’t.
In this story, you leave her. In the next one, you stay.
I am lighter on the autism scale.. but I do have aspergers. it fucking sucks, because I seem “normal” until I do something “weird” or “why did you do that?” then I get asked “can’t you try harder to control that?”. but when people have never seen me do something “out of the ordinary” I’m “faking it” “making that up” “imagining it” or “everyone feels that way”.
Its almost impossible to control, even with medication.. because it can happen in a split second, and it can be overwhelming. By the time I get my senses back to put the breaks on things, I’ve already done the action.
Its embarrassing, but it comes out in other ways too. I don’t remember names, I remember actions and stories, my memory is massive. since my brain runs on picture format, its hard to hold numbers, faces, or punctuation. If you have seen it a literal million times, my brain can’t tell the difference.
If you tell me a story about your life though, I will see it forever in my mind, and whenever I talk to you, I will remember you for it. Sometimes, when I need to remember a new set of instructions I will close my eyes in the middle of a conversation and move my lips a bit. I’m not ignoring you. I’m imaging the new instructions as pictures real quick so I don’t forget them. Last week at work i was asked “from now on i want you to bring in 6 extra eggs for breakfast. ok?” I closed my eyes really quickly and saw six eggs and mouthed the word eggs. the boss looked at me funny “you want me to write that down?” “nah I got it” later that night while I was getting out the eggs my brain blinked with a picture of six eggs. I took out six extras. now it is part of the new routine. every time I get eggs, there will be six new ones added.
Gender as a whole doesn’t really matter to me. Its just a concept represented by old ideas. I literally could care less, Because old ideology based gender constructs don’t fit the complexity of the human condition.
kinda want a piece of media that follows a cheerleader who progressively gets more radicalized as the narrative goes on, and ends up creating really rad protest chants that the resistance can organize under