#I asked for a noise-reducing headphones

[saunne]

Pros : The ADHDon't medecine is working. I can hear myself thinking and generally are much aware how scattered my brain is. My impulse control is still crap but at least I'm a lot more aware of it. Like I stop in the middle of doings Things™ sometimes and goes "why the fuck did I started doing that while I was doing that other thing instead". The "dry mouth" side effect is actually useful cause I drink three times more and are for once correctly hydrated.

Cons : It worsened my hearing sensitivity. Worsened as in doubled. In a week and half span. It's terrifying. The lowest sound level on my phone became "too much" after more than ten minutes. Even with the headphones in my ears but no sound, I am still far too aware of all the sounds around. I can't watch TV with my mom anymore because the constant sound changes drive me crazy. I almost had a panic attack at work again. Because of a phone ringing in a "bad tone". Children's cries turned into a weapon of mass destruction for my hearing and I have to work around children so if it keeps going it will become difficult really fast. The sounds I hear now have a direct influence on my mood: I listened to the same song almost constantly on repeat yesterday from 9:30 a.m. until 2:30 a.m. the next day because it put me in a "zone". I had "zone" sounds before but not to that extent.

[alexaloraetheris]

On the subject of being your own zookeeper, I've been trying it out and it WORKS. One of the obvious ways is to ask 'Have I watered/fed/medicated the beast?' and take care of those needs, and it's great, but another thing I haven't seen mentioned is the Stressors.

So, being a bio grad student, means I also know actual zoologists and zookeepers. And talking with one blew my third eye open. One of the questions the zookeeper always, ALWAYS needs to keep an eye on is 'What is stressing the beast out, and how can I remove it?'

In human terms, it's basically 'This thing is causing me a minor amount of stress, but stress is cumulative, so how many small stressors can I remove so the Big Stress doesn't drain so much of my energy?'

Say you're stressing about an exam/interview/visitors. There's ways to prepare for that, but before you get to that point you also need to look out for small stressors that add to the overall feeling of stress, and the goal is to reduce them FIRST.

Example: You have a big test and it's the day you need to take it. You are already baseline anxious about taking it, and the goal here is to stress as little as possible on the way to school.

You can't eat breakfast because you're late/nauseous? Keep small energy bars in your purse, snack on the way. Gives you a bit of sugar for your brain, doesn't take up time and always on hand. Haven't had time for coffee? Caffeine pills/espresso chocolates. It's cold/raining? Ditch your sneakers and wear rain boots and a warm coat, worry about fashion later. I even carry around a foldable cushion so I can sit while I wait for the bus without freeting my butt off. Haven't had time to brush your teeth? Gum, mints, breath fresheners. Nervous? Fidget toys. Worried about losing an umbrella? Get one of those plastic sleeves so you can put it in your purse even if it's wet. Too damn hot? Mini fan, or even a folding paper fan. Noise level grating on your nerves? Silicone earplugs, or noise-cancelling earbuds/headphones. (I have a big purse I carry all this stuff in so I don't forget, a blessing with ADHD)

Things like that. Small things to mitigate the microstressors so you arrive to your destinations with as little misery as possible.

Apply that to the rest of your life. You have to eat vegetables for your health but you hate them so damn much? Find a way to prepare them in a way that doesn't make you gag. I just throw a bag of frozen pre-chopped veggies in the pan and then throw in spices I like. If I can taste the vegetables in my veggie stir-fry, I haven't seasoned them enough.

Make little medicine bag, the size of your palm. I carry nasal degongestant spray, ibuprofen, eye drops, mini bug spray, a pad and a tampon, a few alcohol wipes and hand cream. Those tiny tester tubes of hand cream? A godsend. Adjust to your needs.

I hate washing dishes. Back hurts and my skin literally peels off my hands from the dryness. Get a bar stool and sit, wear WELL FITTED dish gloves. I got those that go all the way up my elbows in S size and now my kitchen doesn't look like a disaster.

Vacuuming is a pain? Handheld vacuum cleaner you can push around for 15 minutes every day. Expensive? Get a broom and a good dustpan. I emphasize GOOD because it does make a difference. Back hurts if you bend over? Get the dustpan with a long handle.

It's amazing how much difference it makes. Neutralize Murphy's law. A bunch of small stuff going wrong will absolutely tank your energy you need for the big stuff.

TL;DR Identify the things that cause you daily stress, find easy ways to neutralize them. Save your energy for the big stuff. There is nothing noble in suffering. Take care of your zoo animal.

And if you need it, ask for help. Zookeepers often work in pairs.

[zeroseuniverse]

Hi ! Can i request (if you’re comfortable with it ofc) autistic reader with seventeen? :)

Ofc I'm totally down to write it but I'd also like to remind readers that Autism is a spectrum and not always the exact same for everyone, There are also varying types so please don't jump down my throat if you think I did badly portraying it it's based off of my psych research I had

Seventeen with an Autistic Partner

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Headcanon: He’s protective without being overbearing. He learns your patterns fast—how your tone might not always match your feelings, how you stim when excited or anxious, and how eye contact isn’t everything. Scenario: When the room gets loud and overstimulating, you give him one look. That’s all it takes. He weaves through the crowd with you gently in tow, finds a quieter room, and wraps you in his hoodie. “You don’t have to talk. I’ll sit with you till it feels better.”

JEONGHAN

Headcanon: Teases you a lot, but always with that rare kind of affection that says I get you. He notices what makes you tick and loves it. Scenario: You infodump about your special interest for an hour. He pretends to be overwhelmed dramatically, flopping back on the couch, but the smile on his face is so genuine. “Okay, professor, tell me more. I’m learning so much. I’m your #1 student.”

JOSHUA

Headcanon: The kind who researches everything—he reads about autism, stimming, sensory overload, masking. He asks questions, not to fix anything, just to know you better. Scenario: When he gets you a weighted blanket and a pair of noise-reducing headphones “just in case,” your eyes widen. “I thought maybe they’d help on the bad days. But only if you want them.” He doesn’t expect a thank you—just curls up beside you, pinkies linked.

JUN

Headcanon: He doesn’t question your habits—he just adopts them. You flap your hands when happy? He starts doing it with you. You use scripts sometimes? He memorizes your favorite ones. Scenario: You’re pacing in a loop, nonverbal, after a hard day. He says nothing, just walks beside you, mimicking your pace. Eventually, you let out a breath, and he nudges your shoulder. “No rush. I like walking with you.”

HOSHI

Headcanon: Hyper attuned to your moods. His emotional intuition + your honesty = unmatched duo. He’ll always match your energy—chaotic when you need joy, soft when you need silence. Scenario: You stim by bouncing and tapping things, and he turns it into a game—matching rhythms with you on tables, fingers, legs. “Is this your new song?” he grins, joining in. “We’re making the next Seventeen hit.”

WONWOO

Headcanon: A quiet rock. You never have to perform with him. He’s calm, stable, and never makes you feel weird for needing things to be just so. Scenario: You’re meal prepping the same food for the third week in a row. “You never get tired of this?” he asks, curious. When you explain the routine comforts you, he just smiles, slicing vegetables like it’s the most natural answer in the world. “Then let’s make extra.”

WOOZI

Headcanon: Understands what it’s like to be in your head too much. He’s focused, sometimes blunt, and doesn’t expect you to fit into anyone’s mold. Scenario: You struggle to express your feelings aloud, so you send him playlists. He never questions it. “This one’s intense,” he says one day, listening with a soft expression. “Is that how your heart sounds when you think of me?” You nod. He covers his face, grinning. “Shit, I’m keeping this one forever.”

DK (SEOKMIN)

Headcanon: Pure sunshine, but he never forces you to be “on.” He’ll fill the space with laughter when needed—or sit in companionable silence when that’s what helps. Scenario: You tell him you don’t always understand jokes or sarcasm. His response? “Then I’ll make my jokes twice as funny—once with the joke, and once with the explanation.” Cue him doing a bit, pausing dramatically, and saying, “So that was a pun. Did it land?”

MINGYU

Headcanon: Clumsy, but so eager to learn and support. He worries sometimes he’s messing up, but he’s always trying. Scenario: You freeze in a crowd, overwhelmed. He instinctively steps in front of you, blocking out the chaos. “Hey. Just me now.” He kneels a little to meet your eyes gently—not pressuring eye contact, just letting you know he’s there. “Take your time. I’ve got you.”

THE8 (MINGHAO)

Headcanon: Deeply patient and spiritual. He respects your boundaries without needing explanations. Scenario: You mention a certain texture feels “wrong” and Minghao never buys clothes in that fabric again. Later, he gifts you a robe made of your favorite material. “Soft things for someone soft-hearted,” he murmurs. “And I mean that as a compliment.”

SEUNGKWAN

Headcanon: Expressive and attentive. He’ll advocate for you, even when you’re not there. If someone’s being rude or dismissive? He’s shutting it down immediately. Scenario: You go nonverbal at a dinner with friends. Seungkwan notices, smoothly takes over the conversation, and makes sure you’re never left out or made to feel strange. Later, he squeezes your hand. “You okay, love?” You nod. “Good. You did so well.”

VERNON

Headcanon: So chill that he makes you feel calm by proximity. He’s never pushy, never performative. He gets needing space. Scenario: When you struggle to express a meltdown coming on, he sits with you in your favorite dark room, backs to the wall, headphones on. You both listen to the same ambient track on loop. “No pressure to talk. Just vibe.” It becomes your go-to safe space.

DINO

Headcanon: Curious and open-minded. If you ever feel self-conscious about a stim or trait, he mirrors it so you feel less alone. Scenario: You bounce your leg during a movie night. Dino starts bouncing his, too. When you pause, he shrugs. “We’re in sync.” Later, he asks, “Wanna teach me more about how your brain works? I wanna know all the parts you think are weird. They’re my favorites.”

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ANC = Active Noise Control (or Active Noise Reduction, ANR). Headphones with this have a button or switch to activate it. The headphones play additional white noise intended to cancel outside noise. Headphones with only ANC may not fit tightly over/in your ears.

Passive soundproofing: this method relies on materials and fit to reduce outside noise. This means a tight seal inside your ear (earbuds) or over/around your ear (headphones).

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[xmads-omensx]

if i may suggest... noah supporting neurodivergent!reader during a sensory overload? maybe after a show or if they're out in public together

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Neurodivergent!reader

CW: mentions of being overwhelmed, mentions of feeling anxious, mentions of sensory overload

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Noah understood that this sometimes happened to you as you had warned him about it very early on in your relationship, but he had never seen it happen in public.

You have had “episodes” like this a handful of times at home when music has been too loud, or a movie has been similarly too loud mixed in with flashing lights, but you always came around so to speak quickly.

This, however, was different.

A plan had been put in place a while ago.

Noah had even given you a broken down time sheet for the day at the festival.

Mayhem was one of, if not the biggest, show that Bad Omens had done.

Noah took extra measures to make sure that you felt comfortable and safe, this broken down time sheet being one of them.

You liked the structure of it, and it helped reduce any stress you had towards the day.

The show itself was enjoyable. Really enjoyable.

Noah had some protective headphones placed at the sound booth with Matt so that you could minimise some of the noise, which helped a lot, but there was nothing that could have been done about the lights.

Noah’s time sheet did help with the pyro and preparing for those bangs.

After the show, Noah knew not to rush over to you just in case he overwhelmed you, but you cuddled into his side, showing him that you were feeling good.

That changed, however, when you were at the hotel and bumped into some fans in the lobby.

You were already starting to become very overwhelmed with all the conversations you had to have that day, the show itself and the debriefing after.

Your choice in shoes didn’t help either as they were now rubbing very uncomfortably.

Noah stopped to talk to the fans, most of whom spoke in a high pitched, excitable voice (which you didn’t blame them for since it’s exciting meeting someone you’re a fan of), but it was all becoming too much.

The lights in the lobby were too bright.

The drilling on the street outside was too loud.

The elevator singing was irritating and was happening in an irregular order.

Safe to say that your senses were entirely overloaded.

Your mind felt like it was running a thousand miles an hour as you tried to focus on every single thing that was happening around you, making your breathing quicken.

Luckily, Noah noticed your breathing becoming more laboured as you looked around the space frantically and tried to guide you to the elevator without touching you.

Upon arriving in your hotel room, Noah ran you a shower, making sure it was warm.

Whilst you were in there, Noah tidied up the room as best he could and made the room as dark as he could.

You exited the shower a while later to find Noah sat on the bed in the darkness waiting for you.

“Do you need anything?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“Need a compression hug?” He asked.

You nodded and waddled over to him.

He stretched his arms out wide and pulled you close, locking your arms in and squeezing as tight as he could until your breathing regulated and your head flopped against his shoulder, signalling that you were ready for him to let go.

Those hugs were your saving grace in times like these.

It was like all the things that were overwhelming you drifted away as you focused on the man holding you tightly.

It was like he was filling your lungs with brand new air whenever he did this for you.

You didn’t speak for the rest of the night, Noah simply letting you take the lead as to not overstimulate you further.

You were feeling better in the morning, despite being non-verbal for the time being.

Noah didn’t mind.

He just wanted you to be okay.

Besides, the two of you had worked on communicating in times like these many times, so this wouldn’t be a challenge.

He was just happy that you weren’t suffering anymore.

[roseypwark]

Nine | Lobotomy

ENHYPEN Eighth Member : 지유 JIYU / 지유나 Ji Yuna

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The break between legs of the tour is over far too soon. That’s not to say Yuna doesn’t love performing for and meeting fans all over the globe. But she equally loves having access to a recording studio and sleeping in her own bed. And she gets kind of itchy when she goes too long without playing her guitar.

It’s the last night in Korea before the group is headed back to America for another round of concerts. Yuna’s in her room, savoring the last taste of her safe space before two weeks out of the country as long as she can.

Riki’s here, too, holed up in the corner in Yuna’s papasan circle chair. She likes to curl up in it and put a blanket over her to sit in the dark for a while, which is very unlike how Riki is stretched out sideways on the oversized cushion, long legs dangling over one side as he scrolls on his phone. He’s too tall to cocoon himself in the crevice like Yuna does.

Yuna sits at her desk across the room from him. She’s hunched over a bass in her lap with a pair of headphones plugged into an amp. The sound of the guitar isn’t totally absent but it’s substantially reduced when the main audio output is going directly to Yuna’s ears rather than open airwaves.

She plucks the strings to work out a tune that’s been scratching at her frontal lobe for a while now. The sound of the bass straight to her head makes her skull vibrate in a bizarre, pleasant way. She’ll surely lose her hearing prematurely but she needs the noise; otherwise, she can’t tune out the rest of it.

She’s been at it for half an hour and still can’t get it right. She pulls her headphones off, sets them carefully on top of her desk then places her bass back on its stand.

“Frustrated?” Riki asks.

How he could even tell, Yuna has no idea. She hadn’t huffed or tossed anything aside, yet Riki knows exactly how she’s feeling.

“I can’t figure this riff out. It should be so simple.”

“Let’s go to the convenience store,” Riki says, rolling fluidly out of her circle chair to get to his feet. “Take a break.”

Yuna hums, but it’s not her normal agreement.

“Come on,” Riki says, grabbing her desk chair and rolling it—and her—away from her desk. “Come back to it with a fresh mind.”

“I don’t need a fresh mind. I need a lobotomy.”

“No.”

“Let’s buy an ice pick.”

“NO,” he says sternly, but he’s laughing around his next words. “We’re going to get a drink. You clearly need a break.”

Riki goes so far as to grab her hands and pull her out of the chair himself. She lets him push her all the way out the door and to the convenience store. She follows him around the little corner shop as he picks out both of their snacks.

Yuna lets Riki get away with a lot. He gets to treat her differently than anyone else. He understands her like no one else ever has. He's her best friend. She wouldn't lose that for anything.

Riki carries the bag with their candy in it back to the dorms. They walk shoulder to shoulder, meandering along the sidewalk at an abyssmal pace. Yuna doesn't mind. Not anymore. It's okay to walk without purpose if it's with a friend—it’s nearly enjoyable to do so with Riki.

"Are you excited to go to America again?" Riki asks.

"It'll be fun to perform no matter where it is."

Riki laughs.

"What?"

"You don't have to give me the media trained answer."

"I know."

"Why aren't you excited to tour in America?"

"I am. But where doesn't matter. It's not like we ever actually get to see anything in any of the cities we go to."

"Like what?"

"Museums. Landmarks. Tourist attractions. Nature reserves."

“Nature reserves?”

“Mm.”

"You like nature reserves?"

"No."

"You do."

"I like hiking."

"You do?"

"I don't have much time for it. I'd like to go to lots of different national parks in America. You could spend months in some and still never see everything."

"Hiking could be fun. We should go sometime."

"You don’t have to."

“Let’s do it. After we get back from America. You have your license, now. We can rent a car and go somewhere.”

“Do you even like hiking?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You like it and if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

It’s so simple to say it like that. ‘If you’re happy, I’m happy.’ Yuna feels that way about him, too.

She watches Riki dance and she catches herself smiling for no reason. He’s in his element, so talented and beautiful. He clearly enjoys what he does, and that’s enough to make Yuna smile when she doesn’t even realize it.

“I’ll look into it,” she says.

“Okay. Let me know. This’ll be fun. Maknae trip!”

“Maknae bonding time is back.”

“Oh my god—Mandatory Maknae Bonding Time! I forgot about that! We were so awkward back then.”

“I was awkward. You had to deal with it.”

“You hated me.”

“I never hated you!”

Riki laughs.

He likes to tease her about how they used to be. Even if she knows he’s joking, Yuna doesn’t like him even speaking into existence that she could ever hate him. He would have to do something truly irredeemable for that to occur. She doubts that will ever happen.

Back at the dorms, they eat their candy and show each other TikToks until Riki drifts off, on top of the covers on Yuna’s twin bed and still in his jeans. All this despite his own room in the other dorm being less than three minutes away. There’s no room for both of them on a bed that small.

Yuna has the heavy strum of a bass rattling around inside her head as she curls up in her circle chair with a blanket to sleep. It should bother her that her last night in Korea for several weeks isn’t going to be spent in her own bed. But it doesn’t.

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[chaos-chloe]

From Mustache to Munch

Summary: A clip inspired story

Clip: https://www.twitch.tv/elasticdroid/clip/CarefulTubularCobraOSsloth-8vh-4J0wBOsUyVrb

TW: Established relationship, kisses, flirting, cursing,

The hum of the stream filled Droid's apartment. He ran a hand over his freshly shaven upper lip, the skin tingling from the razor. "I feel like the stash," he announced, his voice echoing slightly in the mic, "makes me like – I always preached that if you have a stash, you're a fucking munch; you're an ass eater, bruh. I feel like I should rep it."

Grizzy's voice boomed through the headset. "Aye, go for it, but aye." Droid felt a surge of confidence. Grizzy, the king of chaotic encouragement.

Puffer, as usual, was the voice of reason, or at least, attempted reason. He started to speak, but Grizzy cut him off. "Sorry, Puffer, but I feel like you're giving fatherly energy right now. Imagine all the girls with daddy issues."

A beat of silence. Then, Pezzy, irrepressible as ever, popped the question: "Are you calling him, Daddy?"

Droid's hand flew to his hair, nervously smoothing it back. He slammed his right hand on the desk, the thud echoing loud in the stream.

"Damn, I think you might have," Puffer chuckled.

"No, fatherly vibes," Grizzy insisted.

"Deadass, I think you did," Puffer countered, the argument escalating into playful banter.

"I'll be that kid's father!" Droid screamed, punctuating his statement with another desk slam.

"Aye, think about all the daddy issues. You just went up a notch," Grizzy said, the mischievous glint practically audible in his voice.

Then Puffer, always the strategist, shifted gears. "Wait, what does __ think about the stash? I know she helped you shave a bit earlier."

"Oooo! Let's see! Lemme call her in here real quick!" Droid ripped off his headphones and placed them on his desk. He swiveled in his chair, facing the doorway. "BABE, BABY! C'mere!" he yelled, his voice reverberating through the house..

A moment later, you appeared in the doorway, clad in comfy lounge clothes, a playful frown etched on your face. "What is it?" you asked, feigning annoyance. "You know I hate it when you interrupt my reading…"

"The stream wants to know what you think of the stash," Droid said, grinning mischievously. "And they wanna know...am I a munch?"

Your eyes widened, and you feigned a dramatic gasp. "Oh, the beard is gone! Tragic! My poor, rugged mountain-man prince has been reduced to… a baby-faced boy!" You walked over, playfully swatting him on the arm. "I'm devastated! I’ll never recover!"

Droid caught your hand and tugged you closer, pulling you into his lap. The camera caught a glimpse of your face, a flush creeping up your neck as you realized you were on camera.

"But," you continued, a playful glint in your eyes, "the mustache...it's...intriguing. It adds a certain...je ne sais quoi. A certain… 'I know what I'm doing, and you're gonna like it' kind of vibe.”

Droid laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "So, you approve?"

You leaned in close, whispering in his ear, just loud enough for the stream to pick up. "Let's just say, I'm willing to explore the possibilities." You punctuated the statement with a playful nip on his earlobe.

The chat exploded. Emoticons flooded the screen, along with a deluge of thirsty comments. Grizzy was cackling. Puffer was shaking his head, a smile playing on his lips. Pezzy was making kissing noises into his mic.

You pulled back, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Okay, okay, you've had your fun," you said, pushing yourself off his lap. "I'm going back to my book. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." You winked, then turned and sauntered out of the room, leaving Droid grinning like a fool and the stream in a state of utter chaos.

Droid turned back to the camera, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, there you have it, folks. The verdict is in. Apparently, I'm a certified munch. At least, according to her." He chuckled, running a hand over his newly mustachioed upper lip.

"So, I guess I gotta live up to the hype now, huh?" He winked at the camera. "Alright, let's get back to gaming. But be warned… I might just be a little… distracted.”

He put his headphones back on, the sounds of Grizzy, Puffer, and Pezzy's ribbing washing over him. But underneath the playful banter, he could still hear the echo of your words, the promise of exploration, the playful invitation to live up to the hype. He grinned. He had a feeling things were about to get very interesting.

[deepestdelulu]

How to study like Paris Geller (detailed)

Create a "War Room" Study Space: Transform your study area into a command center. Fill a wall with whiteboards, calendars, and progress charts for each subject. Use different colored sticky notes for key topics and goals. This not only helps you stay organized, but also visually aligns you with your objectives.

Keep an Intensive Study Journal: Paris tracks her progress closely, and you could do the same with a daily study journal. Write down which topics you covered, how challenging they were, your energy levels, and what you’ll do to improve tomorrow. Review this journal weekly to track your progress and adjust your strategies.

Set "Record Times" for Difficult Topics: Paris loves challenging herself, so take the hardest topics and set time limits to master them. For example, "I’ll learn this chapter’s theory in two hours." Make it a personal “challenge” and track your record times. This gives you a sense of urgency and helps you progress quickly without getting stuck.

Find a Friendly Rival: Find a friend or classmate willing to “compete” with you, like Paris did with Rory. You can have “knowledge battles” where you race to see who can answer more questions correctly in less time. This builds confidence in your abilities and keeps you motivated.

Have Themed Study Nights: When you need a super-focused study session, try a “themed night.” For instance, if you’re studying history, play music from that era, surround yourself with related books, or even watch a short historical film before you start. This immersive approach can make studying feel more engaging.

Boot Camp-Style Q&A Training: Arrange “training” sessions where friends or family ask you rapid-fire questions on a topic while you try to answer at top speed. Paris would love this method to sharpen her mental agility and ensure she could think fast in oral exams or high-pressure situations.

Build a "Power Library" of Master Notes: Gather your best notes, summaries, and guides for each subject into a “power library” notebook or digital file. This should be your go-to resource, filled with diagrams, formulas, and key explanations. Keep it organized and up-to-date; having this will make you feel much more prepared and confident.

Explain and Analyze as if You’re Teaching: Paris masters topics by explaining them to others. After studying a topic, sit in front of a mirror or record yourself on video, explaining it out loud as if you’re teaching it. This teaching “rehearsal” reinforces your understanding and helps identify areas that need review.

Create a "Focus Code": Design your own unique focus ritual—maybe setting up specific objects on your desk or putting on noise-canceling headphones to help you get into “study mode.” This repeated ritual lets you focus quickly and trains your brain to associate these actions with peak productivity.

Schedule Mini-Tests and Mock Exams: Be your own teacher, like Paris, and plan mini-tests for each topic. These could be questions from books, articles, or even ones you make up yourself—just answer them as if they were a real exam. This prepares you for actual tests and reduces any exam-related anxiety.

I hope this helps, the key of studying is to romanticise it, at the end of the day you have to like it to make it productive. I you have more suggestions don´t even hesitate and write it down in the comments, I´m sure we can all help each other <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[writingquestionsanswered]

I'm a teen aspiring author. I live in a house with three children and my walls and door are not very soundproof. Do you have any tips to get focused not by reducing distractions but getting focused while still being in the middle of chaos?

Focusing Despite the Chaos

Even if you can't eliminate distractions, it's still worth trying to minimize them, so I want to start there... then I'll get to what to do if you can't. Here are some things you might be able to try...

1 - Minimizing Noise - In a perfect world we could all afford a nice pair of noise cancelling headphones, but there are other ways to minimize the noise that reaches your ears. For example, many convenience stores and stores with pharmacy areas sell packets of disposable ear plugs for just a few dollars. These can reduce noise enough to make it less distracting, so definitely worth a try.

2 - Utilize Continuous Sound/"Noise Colors" - Continuous sound, like the deep rumble of a waterfall or the gentle roar of heavy rain, falls on a spectrum called noise colors. White Noise covers all frequencies equally, so it provides a soothing background hum that can help to minimize other sounds. You can find white noise generators via different apps and places like YouTube or web sites like A Soft Murmur. Or, you can put on a loud fan, air purifier, air conditioner, etc. Pink Noise is a little softer, like the fall of gentle rain, so this might be something like a fan on a lower setting. Brown noise is a step lower than that, like the ambient noise you get from having the window open on a quiet but breezy day. White, pink, or brown noise can be a great way to reduce the impact of chaos coming from the rest of the house.

3 - Put on a YouTube Ambience Room - YouTube is absolutely bursting with "ambience rooms" and channels dedicated to study music, sleep music, relaxation music, etc. These can be a fantastic way to promote focus, not only because they give you something steady to listen to, you can often find things that gel thematically with whatever you're writing, which can help you block out other distractions.

4 - Try a ZenWare Writing Program - OmmWriter, ZenWriter, Focus Writer, and others provide features that help you focus on your writing, such as simple interfaces, special typing sounds, white noise and sound generators, and word counters. These are not typically free but are usually reasonably priced.

5 - Shift Your Writing Time - Even a chaotic house has its quiet times. It could be early in the morning before everyone else is awake, late at night after everyone else is in bed, during mealtime, or when everyone is away. Pay attention to when the chaos is at its lowest each day and try to utilize those times for writing if you can.

When you can't minimize the chaos...

Any combination of the above tactics can still be great ways to help you focus a little more, even if it doesn't really reduce the noise or chaos. Just having things like a special screen or special audio to focus on can help you mentally block out distractions. To some degree, it's something that takes some trial and error--to see which tactics work for you--and practice. I know writers who can write on plans, trains, buses, car rides, in the middle of busy places... it's just something they did out of necessity and got good at with time. You will, too. ♥

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Outfit Meltdowns.

Stray Kids 9/10th member au

Jiah X Chan and Lee Know

A/N: I am autistic. I wrote this piece and any future pieces with my own personal experiences. This piece is in no way made to make fun of people who have autism.

warning: autistic meltdown

Jiah was nervous. They were at an award show to perform My Pace, and the stylists were showing her the outfit she was going to wear. She wasn't going to lie, but the idea of wearing a skirt to perform scared her. Admittedly, she had said she wanted to try something new, but Jiah meant slightly more in tune with the others' outfits, not doing a 180 on the style and especially a skirt that would limit her dancing room. She put the outfit on anyway

She sighed and got out of the changing room to speak to a stylist. She could feel herself getting worked up at the skirt and the feeling of the scratchy fabric against her skin. to speak to a stylist. She could feel herself getting worked up at the skirt and the feeling of the scratchy fabric against her skin. "I'm sorry to disturb you. However, this skirt is too tight. The fabric is itchy and just looking at my skin, it is red. It isn't going to last a minute of full choreography. Is there a way to get it changed to something else?"

The stylists shook their heads. "At the meeting when we talked about your outfits and the possibility of trying something new, the company bought the skirts and that is the only clothing available for you.

"Jiah just sighed and nodded. Thanking them anyway before turning back to the dressing room with the other guys. She braced herself as she knew they would comment on it due to skirts being out of character for her. She just focused on keeping calm, attempting to stop herself from ripping it off her body.

Minho was the first to see her, he was on the same side as her and the others were in the room next door. He saw her frowning slightly before noticing that she had her legs showing which was out of the norm for her. He eyed her a bit more before heading to her.

“Are you okay? You don’t look happy.”

Jiah just shook her head, her hands wiping her skirt repeatedly as they felt clammy. She began to start pacing and biting her lip trying to focus on anything but the skirt she had been put in. Minho grew increasingly more concerned at the youngest member and moved so he gripped Jiah’s arm to try and bring her comfort but she flinched away and began to hyperventilate a little. She was trying to keep her cool and bit down on her lip harder. She didn’t realise that she had made it bleed. 

“Melody, can you hear me?” Minho questioned, he was quickly growing more panicked. All Jiah could hear was white noise as she continued to pace, she stopped wiping her hands and had started flapping them at her side instead. Occasionally she tapped each of her fingers individually before returning to flapping them. Minho shouted for one of the boys to help and it was Chan that came through. He was about to question what the matter was but he saw Jiah pacing and Minho stood to the side and immediately asked what was going on. He grabbed his phone ready to google ways to help with whatever was going on. 

“I don’t know what is really going on, she came out of the dressing room, spoke to a stylist and has been like this ever since. She has bit her lip so hard it started bleeding and has been flapping and pacing. She started hyperventilating a couple of minutes ago. I tried to get her attention but it’s like she couldn’t hear me. I touched her arm and she flinched like I had burnt her and continued what she was doing. I really don’t know what is going on or how to help her.” 

Chan nodded and typed up what was going on. “The internet says it is stimming? Or possibly a melt down but both go with autism. It says to reduce any sensory stimuli. Turn off the lights and shut the door. Grab your headphones and put them in her ears and then scoop her up in a blanket. We don’t have a weighted one so just hug her tight. I will speak to the manager about this as we need to know officially what is going on.”

Minho nods and whips into action, doing what Chan said. He found a plain blanket and rushed to turn off the lights and shut the door as quietly as possible. The sudden lack of bright lights caused Jiah to stop for a second. That allowed for Minho to put his headphones on Jiah’s head. He came up behind her and stretched the blanket out and wrapped it around her body, pulling her close and hugging her tight. He stood there for a few minutes and just cooed quietly to try and get her to calm down.

Her rigid body slowly relaxed and they lowered to the floor where he pulled her into his lap and held her like a baby. He saw her lip still trapped in between her teeth and gently pried it out, wiping the blood with his sleeve. Jiah blinked and slowly the room came back into focus. She looked up at Minho, who was cradling her to his chest and looking at Chan who was googling on his phone. She tugged on his shirt gently and Minho looked down to her, he smiled slightly at her. 

“Hey baby, you back with us?” She just nods and pulls the blanket tighter around her body. She sniffles slightly but is a lot calmer than before. Chan moves closer and crouches in front of Minho and Jiah, stroking her hair slightly.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling? When you are ready we can talk, yeah? We have quite a bit of time before we need to be on stage so we can just relax.” She nods and gives him a grateful smile. She waited a few more minutes before adjusting herself in Minho’s lap so her back was against his chest.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I don’t even know what fully happened. I spoke to the stylist about the skirt I am wearing. The fabric is itchy and hurting me and that’s all I could focus on. I don’t remember anything up until a couple of minutes ago where Minho oppa and I were on the floor.” 

Chan shook his head as Minho stroked her hair. “It’s okay. We just need to know, has that happened before? Has anyone spoken to you about autism? Just so we know what is going on and how we can go about helping in the future.”

Jiah shook her head. “No, I don’t think that has happened before. If it has, you would have to ask my parents. And autism? No but once again my parents would be the only people who could tell you but the likelihood they will tell you anything, doesn’t exist as they disowned me. Minho Oppa’s family took me in and are waiting for all my information to come through.”

Chan just nods. “Well we can get you out of the skirt and into trousers as I know I.N had trousers spare as his stylist couldn’t decide and we will get the JYP lawyers to chase up that information. If you don’t have a diagnosis, would you like to go through with getting one. That way the company and managers can help as well to make sure we prevent this from happening again.”

Jiah nods and Chan smiles. Minho placed a kiss on the side of her head before moving to get up.

“Take the skirt off and wrap the blanket around you. We can grab the trousers and then the makeup artists can help your lip. Everything is going to be okay.” Minho stated as he and Chan turned and left the room.

Jiah did as she was told and was soon more comfortable and headed to the boys room. She was tired and headed to where I.N was laying on a cooling mat on the floor. She laid next to him and slowly dozed off. Chan was speaking to the manager and Minho was eyeing Jiah to make sure she was okay, messaging his parents to let them know what was happening.Soon the time to perform came and it went perfectly and they soon headed back to the dorms to rest.

[stal3bread]

A remake of a poll I made like a year ago!

Disclaimer: autistic people do not need to use noise reduction devices! I'm only asking because a common manifestation of criterion B4 of ASD (differences in sensory processing) is auditory hypersensitivity! Your status as an autistic person is not dependent on whether you have auditory hypersensitivity. Other forms of sensory processing differences are equally valid, and also you don't need to have any sensory processing differences to qualify for an ASD diagnosis - you only need to display 2/4 symptoms of criteria B.

Answer with what your favourite way to reduce noise is if that is something you do as an autistic person - I know that many of us use multiple types of noise reduction, but for the sake of this poll you can only choose one option. You can choose it based on what you use the most or what you like to use the best, it's up to you (if those are different).

[the-lincyclopedia]

I've seen a lot of people on the internet making assumptions that grocery shopping is easy, and/or that forcing yourself to go grocery shopping is important even if it's difficult. These posts have ranged from screeds about weaponized incompetence and how men pretend to struggle with grocery shopping even though obviously no adult could actually struggle with it, to exhortations to force yourself to do hard things such as grocery shopping because doing hard things is important. And, as a person who has struggled with grocery shopping for a variety of disability-related reasons, these posts really piss me off.

My parents started getting groceries delivered rather than going to the grocery store when I was six. I literally don't think I set foot in a grocery store again until I was 17. The grocery store I went to that first time was massive, brightly lit, crowded, and full of way too many smells. I had a panic attack in the store, partly because I couldn't find what I was looking for and partly due to sensory overwhelm.

One time that summer, I bought a cucumber instead of a zucchini, and my mom got really mad at me. Another time, I bought the expensive version of a spice rather than the cheap version, and my mom got mad again. The fear of getting the wrong ingredient and upsetting her yet again made it even harder to cope with the sensory overload of the store and find the items on my list without freaking out.

So I am well aware of some of the things that can make grocery shopping difficult. Here are some questions worth considering if you have trouble grocery shopping. Maybe none of these ideas will work for you or address the particular struggles you have, but maybe some of them will.

If mobility issues and/or chronic pain are making grocery shopping harder for you, is there a grocery store near you that has those motorized wheelchair/shopping cart things? If not, can you use your cart kind of like a mobility aid and let it take some of your weight?

If sensory overwhelm is making grocery shopping harder for you, are there ways to reduce it? I'm not sure how to lessen the effects of how many intense smells there are in grocery stores, and that's the worst part for me, but if the visual overwhelm is a problem, would sunglasses help? If the noise is a problem, would earplugs make that easier to handle? (I say earplugs rather than noise-canceling headphones because it's probably safer to be able to hear some amount of sound while you're moving around in public, but you're allowed to decide the trade-offs of using noise-canceling headphones are worth it.)

If you don't know how to shop for groceries, especially if that lack of knowledge is making you really anxious, can you ask a friend to help you learn the layout of your grocery store? If not, can you try to do your first grocery run on a day when you have lots of time, so at least you don't feel rushed? Can you find a smaller grocery store in your area, so that it will be easier to learn what's in each aisle?

If thinking about food makes you feel awful, and you get wrapped up in checking the nutrition facts on each package, you may have an eating disorder. Maybe you already know that about yourself, or maybe you think it's a ridiculous overstatement. If you can get treatment, that might help. If you can't afford treatment or don't think you need it, can you make a deal with yourself about how much you're allowed to look at nutrition labels per grocery run?

If grocery shopping is hard and stressful because you have food allergies and you need to know which foods are safe for you, I'm sorry about that! If you haven’t tried any apps to check your groceries for allergens, could you get advice on which apps to try from other people with food allergies? I don't have relevant experience here, but I hope we can find ways as a society to get better about this, and in the meantime I hope you can find ways to make grocery shopping easier, possibly including technological solutions like apps.

If you're afraid of forgetting something or buying the wrong thing, can you figure out what is giving you a low tolerance for error, and then see if you can increase your error tolerance? If you're on a tight budget and that's the reason you're scared of accidentally wasting money, can you check to see if there are any cheaper grocery stores in your area, or even see if you could get some food for free at a local food shelf? There's no shame in accessing safety net resources! If you know that your parent/roommate/partner will yell at you if you mess up, is there a way for you to split up your grocery shopping from theirs and/or stop living together at some point? Maybe not--this category is really hard to solve for!--but it might be worth trying.

If all of this fails, can you afford to get your groceries delivered, or can you manage curbside pickup? Obtaining food is a logistical necessity, and grocery shopping in a store tends to be the most common way to do that, but it's not morally better than using a delivery service, a food shelf, or some other alternative.

If you find grocery shopping hard, I hope one of these ideas is helpful, and regardless of whether you take my advice, I hope you find a way to make grocery shopping bearable. And if you DON'T find grocery shopping hard, I hope this post has helped you realize some of the many reasons why it might be hard for other people.

[plushietoon]

jimmy !!! (4 the ask game ^_^)

Send Me a Character!

First impression Loved the guy, he's the king of catchiness in WarioWare. His family is neat too. ...I am confused at child me being obsessed with the guy's levels in both Touched and DIY but NEVER drawing the fellow himself.

Impression now I still love him, but well...it's not a fixation love. He has bigger fans and generally I think of him and them favorably. I like thinking about his chill side these days, which was his mojo back then. But man...me and a friend made cursed memes with him too. We love Jimothy Thang.

Favorite moment Watching his butt groove in Body Rock. Him bonding with the Cat dancers in Smooth Moves. The umbrella in the rain thing is stinking cute. I love it when he's sweet on kitties.

Idea for a story Him offering Ana ear plugs when she gets overstimulated by the club music and crowds. He privately confesses to her that the ear covering he wears are able to reduce noise when needed. He also knows she's not good with headphones, hence the plugs.

Unpopular opinion ...idk. I haven't heard a lot of Jimbit opinions. I do think he should have more fanart, any kind. Maybe he should also have dudes in his posse of ladies. Trying not to stick my nose into y'alls business. Also I vibe with him being trans. It's just not my default thought when it comes to him. This also applies to Penny too.

Favorite relationship Him and Joe make an interesting team. As an ambivert, I can relate to Jimmy coming out of his shell to drag Joe out of...well Joe's shell. Both are naturally shy, but can pull off a huge bravado of a personality when they feel like it. At least...that'll be my explanation on why both of them kinda "swapped" the 'verts. They just have both.

Favorite headcanon He gave the twins the cat plushies seen in Laundry Day the gold microgame version. Dribble might've made them though. Or maybe Jimmy sews...it's a mystery.

[idiotwithanipad]

Neighbours

Ft @roseofithaca's OC Silver, and a mention of her OC kya

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Trivia club had been abruptly pulled to a close, too many clashing points, facts, rumours and rebukes had been thrown out among the group of dead people gathering in the library. Amy and Silver hadn’t really been as reeled in as the rest, mainly because all of the questions being asked were too dated.

Silver had managed to crack a few that Pat, Julian and Robin had thrown into the mix, but other than that, not much. Amy only pulled her eyes away from the rather hideous rug that they’d been sitting on for the past forty minutes when either Silver, Kitty, Robin or Humphrey had presented a question.

After a while, the general knowledge marathon had turned into a shouting match with the others, Silver nudging Amy’s arm and winking; time to scoot. Silver adjusted her overshirt as she and Amy passed quickly through the red brick and out onto the cobbles.

“That was eventful” She scoffed.

Amy shook her head.

“‘Dunno why those pricks even bother, they’re just gonna be at each other’s balls in seconds”

The girls began to stroll over the freshly cut grass towards the woods.

“Yeah. You’d think how long they’ve known each other that they’d learn a little something?” Silver shrugged, kicking the toe of her boot through some wispy blades of grass. Amy’s eyes widened.

“You kidding?! That lot, learn anything?!”

Silver glanced back at the house.

“…Yeah, unless it’s something from when they were alive it seems to go right over the brain”

Amy threw her hands up.

“Hell, even you know stuff from when I was alive and you died before I was even born!”

Silver threw Amy and insulted glare.

“Hey…”

Amy chortled.

“No, legit! What’s the game with the red guy, the yellow guy, the explosive guy and the pigs?” Amy challenged, intentionally leaving out the species of said ‘guys’.

Silver creased her brow and shrugged sloppily.

“Well that’s Angry Birds”

“See?!”

Silver only knowing about the game after she and Amy stood behind an unsuspecting Obi playing it one day on his phone.

The friends babbled on about the ‘oldies’ as they ventured deeper into the woodland, both agreeing to walk to the border and circle all the way around, keep themselves away from the drama as long as they could. They got through four laps of the grounds before Amy was once again reduced to rambling out her fellow ICP fans being controversially classified as a ‘gang’.

Silver could and couldn’t relate; she may not have been a fan of ‘controversial’ bands, but her religion and beloved pentacle caused her to get a lot of negative assumptions and criticism in life. Until someone sees the bigger picture, it’s just something unfamiliar and therefore a threat. People were like that.

“I mean, if ‘The Man’-“ Amy added with manual air quotes. “-could see the funny shit Shaggy got up to”

Silver nodded along, a dopey smile on her face, waiting for the blissful moment Amy would take a break from her tirade. Something off to their left caught her ear. She slowed down slightly, Amy taking a few unfocused steps ahead of her, still ranting. A definitive female voice, beautiful and melodic rippled through the trees. Silver stilled, glancing past the newly replaced white fence that bordered Button House and the Beg-Chetwynde estate. Amy still walked forward.

"-There was that one time Shaggy wore wooden clogs down a slide while standing up. Broke his arm" Amy laughed, recalling the iconic video.

"Or when he dropkicked Fr-"

"Ames, can you hear that?" Silver interrupted. Amy turned around, only now noticing that Silver was at least seven steps behind her, eyes flicked off to the left. Her finger was pointed upward in the direction she'd heard the noise.

Amy zipped her lips and carefully strode back over to Silver.

"What?" She whispered.

"There was someone talking over there" Silver clarified.

Amy lifted the right pad of her useless, disconnected headphones from her ear, hoping to catch ear of whatever it was.

It was a muffled yet sweet, womanly voice, gradually drawing closer. What was being said was hard to decipher, only that every few moments, a gentle yet extatic giggle would glide to their ears. Silver and Amy glanced at each other suspiciously, wondering who it was. Amy's eyes glanced behind Silver.

"The fuck?.." Amy rose an eyebrow and nodded to a spot that sat behind the fence. Silver quickly turned and caught eye of two people slowly traversing through the trees. A woman with snowy skin and dark brunette hair tied back into a tight, braided bun walked forward. Her sleek, slender figure emphasized by a pale lilac, silk dress. Her lips were slender and perfectly shaped, her nose an adorable button. Beside her, polar opposite, at least three inches shorter, another - presumed woman - plodded along. Her hair was down to her elbows and quite untidy, partially hidden beneath a Wolf's head that had been crafted into a cloak, a few silver strands mixed in with the chestnut. She wore what looked like fur and leather, a lot like someone else Silver and Amy cared deeply for.

They walked along in the leaves holding hands, the smaller woman taking little skips over rocks and branches as they went, causing the prettier, taller woman to giggle again. Beneath one of the bigger trees in this area, the smaller woman stepped out in front of the taller one, her hands pulling her in. Silver and Amy watched as the two women locked into a gentle embrace, the taller woman's cheek resting softly against the shorter woman's wolf skin hood. In a twist of fate, her eyes flicked over to Silver and Amy, yet she didn't react.

Amy and Silver glanced at each other awkwardly. With another sweet giggle that sounded almost embarrassed, the beautiful woman drew back, only a tiny fraction, and muttered into her smaller companion's ear.

"I believe we are being watched..."

The smaller woman pulled back and turned her head to face Silver and Amy. Her face looked oddly familiar, especially her eyes. She shrugged and waved a carefree hand at them.

"They not see. Even if they do, who cares? We dead" She grinned slyly.

See them? Of course they could see them.

Amy leaned forward past Silver's shoulder.

"We can hear you, you know?"

The two strange woman froze and gasped simultaneously, their wide eyes and equally wide mouths full of shock. They muttered something between them, the taller one looking like she wanted to run, the shorter one clicking her knuckles and guiding the taller one behind her protectively.

"What problem? Living people never see good looking pair before?"

Living people?...

Amy scoffed, ready to point out the multitude of things that were roastable about the savage woman. Silver stepped closer to the fence that separated them.

"Are you two- ghosts...?"

The answer should've been obvious; people nowadays don't exactly make it a habit of dressing up like a woman from Thomas' time and a Neanderthal.

The taller woman placed her hand over the shorter woman's shoulder. The shorter one stopped in her tracks.

"You see and hear? You have the eyes?"

Silver shook her head.

"We probably don't look it, but we're ghosts too" She gestured to herself and Amy. It took Silver two glares at Amy until the tight-lipped girl responded.

"'Sup?" Amy rose a casual hand, eyes still uncertain.

The taller woman breathed a sigh of relief, releasing the shorter woman's shoulder.

"Do forgive us" She gave a relieved sigh and stepped closer to the fence.

"'Tis not so common that we see ghosts who look so much like the living people nowadays" She explained.

The taller woman smiled and gave a polite curtsey.

"I'm Alice, and this is Pin" She rested her hand upon her companion's shoulder. Silver nodded, pressing a hand to her chest.

"I'm Silver, this is Amy"

Pin pointed a finger between them curiously.

"How you die? You look like cubs to me. What happen?"

Silver glanced at Amy and smiled awkwardly. Time to flex a little.

"Well..." Silver began.

"I died back in two-thousand and four. I came here to perform my Estat ritual on shrooms, brain aneurysm... " Silver grinned sheepishly.

Pin gleamed.

"Rich'ul?!"

Silver nodded.

"Yeah. I'm Wiccan, we perform rituals"

Pin grinned, glancing at Alice and pointing at herself.

"See? Now I not the only ghost who have rich'uls"

Alice looked at Amy still standing beside Silver with her mouth shut tight.

"What about you, dear? How did you pass?"

Silver could see the suspicious glare in Amy's eyes and nudged her forward playfully.

"Choked to death on my favourite drink.." Amy uttered, pointing at the still wet stain on the chest of her hoodie. Alice placed a sombre hand over her chest and gasped. Pin grimaced.

"You poor dears. Horrible ways one could lose their life" Alice poured sadly.

Amy nodded to the pair.

"What about you? You ain't got a mark on you"

Alice clasped her hands together as though she prepared a song about it.

"I was murdered by my older sister when she believed me to have seduced her husband. I believe it to have been cyanide poisoning"

Amy looked rattled.

"Damn- alright..."

Pin shrugged.

"Sat down, went to sleep, woke up dead"

Unremarkable.

"But did feel heart going funny. Might have something to do with it" She added nonchalantly. Alice slithered a hand into Pin's, giving a soft squeeze.

"Are you two the only ones where you haunt?" Silver addressed; these two haven't been seen on the Button House stretch of land before, so they must've died somewhere beyond the border.

"Presently, yes" Alice nodded.

"But my beloved Pin has seen a few others come and go in the past"

Pin chuckled.

"Yeah. Was first a funny guy with funny hair and funny name. He wear only one cloth around his hip and cover himself in blue paint. He die from having throat cut by 'nother guy with ugly hat"

Silver noted that the man sounded like a Celtic warrior type? Killed by a Roman?

"Second guy was helping build house. He die from falling off roof and snapping leg-" Pin mimicked the bone popping out of the top of her thigh.

"Die of bleeding. He not say much but he come around after ten year or so. But they both go up to Moonah, so...?" Pin shrugged.

Both Amy's and Silver's hearts froze.

"What'd you just say?.. " Amy asked, brows lowering.

"Die of bleeding? It possible. Boss man not around when he fall off roof so nobody came to help-"

"No no" Silver cut in.

"Where did they go?"

Pin glanced at Alice, puzzled. She pointed upwards towards the treetops.

"To Moonah. Good light in night sky. Bring plenty good thi-"

"Oh fuck... " Amy muttered, pressing her fingers to her brow.

Pin chirpped eagerly.

"Some now say that if you take coin and show to new Moonah, she bring you plenty money-"

Silver held up a hand.

"Do you remember your parents at all?... What they looked like? Their names?"

Pin nodded.

"Mama was called 'Riva'. Tough warrior, she exiled after my Fada die because she renounce Moonah. Fada was called 'Rogh'"

Silver and Amy stared at each other.

Alice, sensing that something could potentially go amiss, smiled.

"I've met him a few times. A peculiar man, but he has a large heart"

"We know..." Said Silver.

"We're his friends" Amy confirmed.

Pin chuckled.

"Had feeling. Fada always like to look after cubs, he better carer than warrior"

Silver frowned, puzzled.

"How come we've never heard of you before. I mean- if you're Rob- .. Rogh's daughter then why hasn't he mentioned you before?"

"Dunno" Pin shrugged; she didn't seem too disconcerted by Silver's claim.

"When he find me here, year and year ago now, he come every day. He sleep there" Pin pointed to the soil beneath Amy and Silver's boots.

"He not leave for days. Sad that he not able to give Pin a big hug. But we still talk, I show him Alice and he happy I found mate"

Alice batted at Pin's wrist, eyes burning into Pin's as though horrified.

"Please, Pin, they're young, they don't need to hear about-"

"You two are together?" Silver beamed. Pin threw a cheeky wink to Alice, who yielded.

"Yes. We are indeed involved, we have been for a great many years now"

Silver brushed off and nodded.

"I like girls too, so no judgment here"

Amy shrugged.

"I'm bi. I don't choose sides, the heart wants what the heart wants"

Alice exhaled.

"I see. It's not common we find anybody understanding"

Pin nodded.

"Fada nearly cry when he meet Alice. When he younger he go all faint when the tribe 'strong guy' show off around him"

Silver and Amy chuckled at the thought.

"Wait... " Silver started.

"Did you have brothers and sisters?" Silver already knew the answer was yes, but she wanted to keep her ears open for any familiar names.

Pin nodded.

"Plenty. Had many brother and many sister... Even more cousins" Her eyes widened.

"Not to play favourite, but young sister Kya was most fun. We play outside cave when no grown up looking and sneak puddle water. Good times"

Both Silver's and Amy's hearts skipped again.

"Kya?" " Kya?"

[donnieisaprettyboy]

not to be sappy but I love my fiancé so much. he has been my biggest supporter and encourages me to do what I need to be happy.

my depression was horrible these last few months. so he cooked dinner and swept the floors and cleaned the litter boxes and did the dishes. and when I finally felt able to get up and clean the litter boxes myself for the first time in months he told me he was proud of me.

when my depression got so bad it became an emergency he left work to take me to the hospital because I was too scared to drive myself. I didn’t have to say anything. he came home and hugged me tight while I cried.

I was worried my transition would make him love me less. he said he just wants me to be happy because that means he gets to spend more time in this life with me. he didn’t struggle at all with my new name and pronouns.

on my bad days, my truly dysphoric days, he’ll come home from work and ask “how’s my pretty boy?” he calls me handsome and helps me find ways to dress that help minimize the hurt I feel in my body. he always makes sure I know that I’m his pretty boy.

on days when I feel like I can’t do anything but cry, he’ll hold me. he’ll put on my favorite movies or shows and hold me close and play with my hair and kiss the top of my head.

he keeps ear plugs and noise reducing headphones in his car. just in case we go somewhere loud, so I can still enjoy myself. when I have nonverbal spells he doesn’t get mad I won’t talk. we find workarounds.

we dance in public. he makes me laugh when I feel desolate. he drives me to work every weekend just so we can spend more time together. he is beautiful and smart and hardworking and gentle and kind and such a safe person to be around.

I don’t care what this life throws at me so long as I have him by my side. we can handle anything if we take it on together.

he’s snoring next to me right now. I hope I get to hear him snoring next to me every night for the rest of our lives.

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Do you think, based on this concept, drummers could wear noise-canceling headphones to reduce the impact on their ears? And ghouls who are already deaf, wear hearing aids, unless of course the ministry would allocate a budget for this

Damn, now thinking about hearing aids, it would be funny if from time to time, when other ghouls swore at them, the earthlings just turned them off, and then smiled maliciously :)

By the way, what's up with the Swiss?

Haha!! I do think drummers absolutely take precautions, they all (entire band) try to wear ear protection! But mountain also really likes to wear those noise reducing ear buds that are great for noise sensitivity when he's reading or gardening or just going about his practice and chilling.

Deaf siblings of sin (the congregation itself) as well as deaf ghouls do get health benefit allocations ordained by the clergy, anyone above deacon to a bishop can ordain these benefits, usually brought to by an abess or ministress (like a mother superior, or sister imperator) who will be the one to ensure the sibling or ghoul gets their necessary treatments and support.

They DEFINITELY have interpreters for Sign and other means of nonverbal communication! So siblings and ghouls may often have their aids off, usually they will let people know so that they can use different colored flashing lights 🚨 to alert them of different things happening (they also keep a chart in every room for the color of the lights and what it means) as well as making sure there are accomodations for siblings or ghouls who may be deaf-blind or deaf-mute!

Not too long ago I was asked to draw a deaf sister of sin and papa emeritus interaction (and I actually wrote a small comic about it which I have not had the time to finish, but it remains in the back of my mind still, I'll post it eventually!!)

As for swiss... Haha poor boy is alright, I may have just traumatized him a little too much, I gave him all the complex backstory and made him the avoidant type who pretends everything is fine, so he has a bunch of unresolved unprocessed trauma and is prone to breaking down into really bad episodes, but everyone tries their best to help him and care for him as best they can !!! 💗💗💗 He'll be ok I prommy loll