#the therapists pumping through your speakers

[septembersghost]

the reprise of "you were the sunshine of my lifetime, what would you trade the pain for? i'm not sure" in the closing title track is glorious and makes the album feel like an odyssey through so much of their career and their transformations as humans and in music and storytelling, sealing the hurt and the cracks with gold, always persevering and building on the past without forgetting its resonance, reaching for something in that swirl of cosmos and chaos. the kind of pain you feel to get good in the end/i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough. so what's it for? it's uncertain, and maybe that's how it's supposed to stay. they keep asking and keep reaching towards it. smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars. that stardust symphony keeps singing.

[nomaptomyowntreasure]

We're traveled like nomads

Only with worse luck and far less gold

We're the kids you used to love

But then we grew old

We're the lifers here till the bitter end

Condemned from the start

Ashamed of the way

The songs and the words own the beating of our hearts

🎱, I owe you forever. I wished for this one so bad and you made it happen. Thank you!

Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year - fall out boy - forest national, Brussels - Oct 25, 2023

[snug-gyu]

mingi + fall out boy (2/?) sophomore slump or comeback of the year

We're the therapists pumping through your speakers Delivering just what you need We're well read and poised We're the best boys We're the chemists who've found the formula To make your heart swell and burst

[ringinginmyearsnoneonmyfingers]

We’re the therapist, pumping through your speakers

delivering just what you need

we’re well-read and poised

We’re the best boys 🤍🤍

FAVOURITE SONG

[winnifredburkle]

The thing about Pete Wentz is that he is the first person I ever knew of who felt like me. Who wanted to die, and spoke about it, and wrote about it, and said, “hey this is a part of myself”. There’s no platitudes in Fall Out Boy songs, but there is the pain, the grief for the life you might have had, if only you were a little bit different, a little less broken. He had ugly symptoms, scary ones, not just the pretty tears.

And the world was cruel to him and the mainstream fucking hated him and the scene didn’t want him either but I felt like we were reaching out to each other, my little hand to his, “we are the therapists/pumping through your speakers”, and enclosed bubble of Fall Out Boy and acknowledgement, even if the world didn’t want either of us.

And I’m so so happy to get to live to see him 40s and laughing with smile lines being silly with his band and jumping into crowds.

Long live the car crash hearts.

[cloudslou]

why do you tag anything from the band days (all of them together) as the chemists? not in a bad way, it makes me laugh when I see it and I always wonder!

its a tag for any 4 or 5 members of 1d (i dont tag if its just 3) based on my favorite fall out boy song, "sophomore slump or comeback of the year"!!! the verse goes:

"we're the therapists pumping through your speakers/delivering just what you need/we're well-read and poised/we're the best boys/we're the chemists who've found the formula/to make your heart swell and burst/no matter what they say/don't believe a word"

and its just lines that remind me of 1d :-) like music that is "therapy" like healing and makes you feel better, the best boys, the THE CHEMISTS etc etc. alternatives to "the chemists" was "the therapists" which i thought sounded too odd, and "the best boys" which was too basic imo

and so they became the chemists :') who have the formula to make my heart swell and burst. i suppose.

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

for the ask game: from under the cork tree!

my favorite lyric: “we’re the therapists pumping through your speakers, delivering just what you need / we’re well read and poised / we’re the best boys”

my favorite song: if bonus tracks count i’d say the music or the misery if not… idek god this album is so good. maybeee champagne for my real friends?

the song that makes me cry: dark alley :,(

the song that’s a fucking bop: sixteen candles!!!!

the song i most dislike/least love: i can’t do this to my girl cork tree i truly cannot

send me an album

[shadowwmosess]

We're the therapists, pumping through your speakers

Delivering just what you need

[jac1984]

POV it's 7:35am wednesday morning. you start your car, so far on time to arrive at your big girl corporate job but only just. soaking wet hair, the shadow of mascara and eyeliner from the night before under your eyes, and a new friendship bracelet on your wrist. under your cardigan, over the scars.

4 hours of sleep at your age should put you on your ass but you feel wide awake. shocked you slept at all. you jumped and danced and screamed for 2 hours sweat soaked and adrenaline fueled. a natural high that will last a few days. so will the sore legs.

you log in and smile for your first meeting (that should be an email) of the day. wonder if they can tell your zoned out. Foot bouncing to a beat still in your head. trying to stay in your head space for just a little longer.

this still doesn't feel like it's really your life. buttoned up and muted. straight-laced. full assed grown adult married with kids. so far removed from the care free radical dreamer you were 15 years ago.

in your head you and her are still the same. or rather she is the real you. the one you can't show. too loud, too weird, too creative. still tragically messaging bands on myspace and penning cryptic livejournal entries. stuck forever in 2004.

it's not a bad place to be. it's when you heard them for the first time. the scorched earth of an august warped tour, went for NOFX, found religion. again in december, that weird week before christmas and new years. (guess i'm still doing now what i was doing then) ((is that a more appropriate song, karen who complains your headphones are too loud)).

shit. your screen went to sleep. back to complicated spreadsheets with tiny numbers. data nightmares.

you hope they felt appreciated, loved, happy. you hope they know they matter. that their music saved your life several times. the therapist, truly, pumping through your speakers. fixed you in 45.

things are better now but when they weren't the only thing that got you by was a song about a dark alley. they keep getting you by every day, with every letter and every song. you just needed them to know.

[indyhypnosis]

The Personal Growth Industry Needs A Makeover

“I’ve been in therapy for nine years, and although my therapist has been helpful, I’m still battling with the same feelings of not being enough. I keep procrastinating and sabotaging my business, and it has to stop.

I have lost so many opportunities, but I don’t know what to do. It feels like I haven’t gotten deep enough into the real issues that are blocking my growth. I’ve watched your testimonials and done a lot of research on you, and believe you’ll be the one who can finally help me get past this.”

I hear stories like that every day, and it makes me so upset.

Nobody should have to be in therapy for nine years and still feel the same way as before they started.

Three significant issues are causing a major problem in the personal development industry.

Traditional psychology and social work training provides outdated tools that produce poor and inconsistent client outcomes. They also aren’t equipping therapists with practice-building skills.

Life coaching schools and Hypnotherapy certifications are flooding the market with students missing the same rapid transformation skills as psychologists and therapists. They also need more confidence and the business/marketing systems to grow a financially successful practice and create a more significant impact.

Ego-driven characters and internet marketers are pumping out cheap NLP-knock-off certification programs that harm the personal development industry because people are tired of wasting money on poorly trained coaches and consultants. If everyone is an “expert” because they went through a $500 online course, that word has lost meaning!

Let’s go through the first of these problems, and then I’ll provide a resolution since it’s annoying when someone complains about an issue but doesn’t offer possible solutions.

Traditional psychology programs produce the same poor results as a high school education.

The public has been complaining about the need to update the education system in America for a long time. The original design of our education system was to train factory workers, but our children would thrive much more if taught how to think like entrepreneurs, collaborators, and innovators.

I watched an interview on the topic of America being the greatest country in the world and was shocked and moved when one of the famous panelists disagreed and shared unsettling stats. It’s worth watching.

The psychology industry also needs an overhaul.

Sadly, the profession attracts large egos and wounded people who don’t always have others’ best interests in mind.

While attending college and two graduate schools to learn clinical psychotherapy methods from 1988-1996, I encountered and witnessed certain professors abuse their power and gain satisfaction from making students cry and doubt themselves.

Plus, the intervention tools learned hardly had any positive or lasting effect on clients, except for what I experienced from Dr. John Harris, who introduced us to a controversial modality during a Counseling Processes class called Neuro-Linguistic Programming.

Although it was the only class where I experienced fast and lasting transformation, other professors didn’t take that approach seriously.

Instead, they emphasized psychological testing, rewards and punishments, and cognitive-behavioral therapy, an elaborate and sometimes complicated form of positive thinking.

To be clear, there were and are, wonderful psychology professors teaching and making a difference for their students, and I did learn valuable lessons from many of them.

Yet, my destiny changed in 1990 while taking one of the 33 psychology courses I completed at the college/graduate level.

It was a Psychological Interventions class, and the instructor brought guest speakers to present their work.

One of them was a Hypnotherapist, and when I volunteered to get hypnotized so I could make my classmates laugh (I got my self-worth from entertaining others, even when it landed me in serious trouble), it set me on a course to learn how to use Hypnosis so others could experience the deep inner peace I felt that day.

Since my first psychology class in 1988, I’ve become obsessed with finding proven methods for producing positive, lasting, and often immediate results for people regardless of their presenting situation or symptoms.

Over the last 35 years, and facilitating over 15,000 individual sessions and hundreds of group coaching programs on a wide variety of personal and professional growth-related subjects, I figured out what those precise methods are and turned them into a series of unconscious reprogramming experiences called the One Belief Away™ Method.

I’ve discovered that you are just one belief away from having a significant breakthrough that will almost instantly transform all areas of your life.

That would have sounded too good to be true if I had heard someone say that, which is why I’ve documented the results for twenty years with thousands of written, video, and audio client testimonials.

Although I’ve been teaching my Hypnosis methods and Certifying people to become Hypnotherapists since 2007, I’m relaunching a new One Belief Away™ Certification program on May 15, 2023 to fix all the issues I’ve pointed out.

Watch for Part 2 of this tomorrow, as I have a lot of feedback to share from life coaches and Hypnotists who are all struggling with the same challenges.

Thanks for reading!

Have a productive day

🙂 Tim Shurr, MA

[septembersghost]

pete: i'm going to write a song about the despair and uncertainty of surviving powerlessly every day through the pandemic and how it's affected all of our mental health and our dreams and perspectives and how it felt like the world was going down with nobody at the helm and we were left with nothing to do but livestream the apocalypse

patrick: and i'm going to make it the most incredibly joyful, euphoric, brimming with love and glitter sonic soundscape we have ever created

andy and joe: hell yeah we'll play our entire hearts out for that

it's hopepunk.

what a time to be alive

[noxnymora]

🎶 We're the therapists pumping through your speakers

Delivering just what you need

We're well read and poised

We're the best boys 🎶

[chaotiicgood]

      barbie tags ! 

[bigcitied-blog]

tags pt. 1

∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ angelico kinsle ⊹ — daydreamed dialogue before bed . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ jaxon webb ⊹ — with neither crown nor kingdom . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ hanseul-gi jegal ⊹ — dirty fingerprints over a once-clean soul . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ marley rennolt ⊹ — a healers heart and a lovers mind . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ winter sandford ⊹ — clouds nonstop raining & stars keep exploding . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ over outrage ⊹ — the therapists pumping through your speakers .         ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ marshall sylvestere ⊹ — what a strange constellation he is . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ kimberly rezendes ⊹ — girls who wish on the stars don’t last long . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ jasper danger ⊹ — shards of iron and ice . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ cotton fairbanks ⊹ — that girl is a gunshot that would blow your mind . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ jayden danger ⊹ — a whirlwind of broken glass . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ on shuffle ⊹ — the playlists will never have an expiration date .         ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ alfred marlowe iii ⊹ — the red sky touches the black pines . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ belladonna braithwaite ⊹ — all the good i have in my heart . ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ chaika kalawai’a ⊹ — make a scrapbook of your heart with diy glue .      

∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ ooc ⊹ — clever little things sycophantic teens .         ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ inbox ⊹ — got sunsets in my veins .         ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ promo ⊹ — another dollar’s just another blow .     ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ music ⊹ — we’ve lost control and we don’t want it back .                  

[cloudslou]

wait is your tag “the chemists” a reference to sophomore slump or comeback of the year by fob? it made me think of that song so now i want to know lol

yes it is!!! i know i answered an ask abt this not even That long ago but alas i cannot find it. but sophomore slump or comeback of the year is my Fav fall out boy song and that whole verse "we're the therapists pumping through your speakers/delivering just what you need/we're well-read and poised/we're the best boys/we're the chemists who've found the formula/to make your heart swell and burst" reminds me of 1d kjfhdkfg

And so then in choosing a tag for them (i only use the tag if a post contains at least 4 members of 1d, not 3 or less) the options narriwed to "the therapists" "the best boys" and "the chemists" and the first one sounds weird and the second also sounds weird and is kinda generic. and so the chemists they became :P

[littlemessyjessi]

Chapter Eleven: Back to Me: Jeon Jungkook

Yandere. Plus size

'Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?'

The soothing tones of Harry Styles' voice pumped through the speakers of the car as Jessie leaned her head against the window.

Why Jungkook had decided to make the nearly  five hour drive from Seoul to Busan when they could have just as easily flown was beyond her. 

But he'd seemed excited about it so she let it go.

Her hand, residing in his, was brought up to his lips for a kiss to her knuckles.

"Are you excited, baby?" He asked.  "I know Eomma is so ready to see you."

She turned in her seat, looking at his profile in the morning light.

He really was beautiful. 

Especially when he was looking forward to something. 

It was just that it was early and she wasn't awake yet.

Neither one of them were morning people and so she was the equivalent of a zombie at that moment. 

"I am." She said.  "It'll be nice to see everyone again. "

He smiled, "I'm really happy you're spending Christmas with me this year."

"Me too." She said. 

Over the last week or so, he had diligently been doing therapy via online sessions. 

She had recommended him the program she used and explained how it would be convenient with his schedule and also he could have a session any time, any where. 

He was a bit more open to the idea when she explained that it was what she used and it had worked wonders for her when she had her attacks. 

It had been going great.

They'd even had dinner with all of the members a couple of nights ago. 

Everyone had enjoyed the night full of laughter and teasing. 

He had stayed by her side almost constantly and occasionally she could tell he got jealous when she and Taehyung got into a deep conversation about art.

However,  he didn't act out and she even saw him head into his bedroom to do some breathing exercises and when she went to the restroom she could hear him talking through his feelings with one of the 24/7 therapists available. 

He was making progress and when he returned he seemed content to just sit with his arm around her soft form and chat with Hoseok.

She was proud of him and she'd told him that repeatedly. 

He seemed to blossom under her praise.

Even still,  she kept a watchful eye over him.

She just couldn't be sure if it was an act or not.

She wanted to believe it wasn't but there had been too much suspicious behavior for her to just completely turn a blind eye.

She'd texted Jimin and let him know that she'd be going with Jungkook to Busan for Christmas, mostly because she knew that Jimin would also be there spending time with his own family.

And she just thought it would be wiser to let someone know than not.

Jimin had assured her that if she needed him, he'd be there. 

She didnt really think she'd need it.

Jungkook was doing well.

She told Jimin this.

He had seen it when he was over with the others just a few nights ago.

But he was careful to remind her that he seemed fine before and had proven otherwise. 

Jimin didnt want to seem as if he didnt have faith in Jungkook.

He did.

He always would.

That was his brother and he loved him. 

He would always been in his corner rooting for him. 

But he also wasn't willing to stand back and watch her get hurt because the both of them were too caught up in their feelings.

Jimin also knew that if Jungkook ever seriously hurt her... he would never forgive himself and he doubted very seriously if it was something he'd be able to come back from. 

Jessie hadn't seen the complete mental breakdown that Jungkook had the night he grabbed her.

But Jimin had.

He had been inconsolable, gasping for air as if he were dying, and at some point in the night,  Jimin had literally held him like he was a baby.

He'd come completely unhinged and Jimin never wanted to see him like that again.

In those moments that night, even though he knew it wasn't her fault,  he wished that she'd never come back so that maybe Jungkook would get over it and get back to normal.

"It's best for the both of them." He had said to Yoongi.

Yoongi hadn't really said much at the time.

He had been visibly shaken by watching Jungkook cry.

It had always been like that.

But something in his gut had told him it wouldn't and when he had that breakdown in stage, he knew better.

Still,  it concerned Jimin, for the both of them.

Which is why Jimin had insisted to Jessie that if she felt even the least bit uncomfortable,  for her to call him. 

That fact alone provided her with a little comfort.

But she tried not to let her mind run away with her. 

She was going back to Busan. 

A place that held so many happy memories for her.

Her mind wandered to the small piece of jewelry in her luggage.

When her father had died, she'd had him cremated at his request. 

Since his passing, she had been spreading his ashes around to different locations. 

There was a piece of him in Tennessee in America. 

A piece in Paris.

A piece in Egypt.

The last piece she had was tucked away in a little pocket in her luggage.

He'd specifically asked for a piece to be buried in Busan.

She could remember the words from his will.

'A piece in Busan, please, my little darlin.  You went to school for the first time there.  I think I was more scared than you were.  Until then you'd done all your learning from beneath my chair. You went on adventures with Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Oakenshield. You dreamt of Green Gables with Anne. You braved the jungle with Mowgli.  But all while playing underneath Daddy's legs.  But when we came to Busan, you straightened your shoulders and walked into a jungle that was completely new and without me. But you weren't scared and I think I cried so hard that day because I realized that my little princess was growing up.  I wish for a piece of me to be buried there so that my spirit will always be with that part of yours.'

Jessie sometimes wondered if her father knew he was going to die.

He went in his sleep and he had no health problems but his will had a certain acceptance to it that she found odd for the situation.

Even still,  she wasn't sure if she was ready to let go.

She looked at Jungkook again, wondering how he would take it if she told him she wanted to do this.

How would he feel?

Would he go with her?

Did she want him to?

Could she handle it?

She was determined to be strong for him while he was getting better but she just knew that if she buried this last piece... she'd break down. 

She didn't know if she could handle doing that in front of him.

He seem to sense her staring and cast his gaze over to her.

"You ok, baby?" He asked

"Hmm?" She asked.

"You seem like you've got something on your mind." He said.  "Anything wrong?"

"I'm just tired, I think." She said.

It wasn't completely a lie.

He still saw through it and she was furrowing her brows when he pulled the car over.

He gave her a pointed look. 

"Baby." He said. "We both know that the only way this is gonna work is if we're honest with each other."

"I am tired. "  she shrugged,  feeling uncomfortable that he'd seen through her so easily.

He sighed, "Are you feeling overwhelmed again? Nervous maybe?"

"I'm fine." She said.

"You're not." He sighed.  "Baby, please."

"I can't talk about it right now." She said looking out the window again. "It's not you. It's not the trip.  It's just other shit. But I can't focus on it too long or I'll cry."

"Then cry."

Her head whipped around to look at him.

"What?" She asked.

"Cry." He said simply. 

"But I-" she said.

"Look, you're upset. I dont know what it is but it's got you wound up. So if you need to cry, then cry. Maybe that'll ease the pressure. " he said.

"I can't just-"

"Yes, you can. Come on.  We can get in the back and I'll hold you. If you wanna tell me then I'll listen. If not, that's ok too. I don't have to know what the problem is to hold you and make you feel safe." He said.

It was in that moment that the damn completely broke.

It was as if the two years of grief that she had pushed down just suddenly erupted.

She burst into tears.

Jungkook quickly moved into action,  pulling her out of the car and then into the back seat with him.

He haphazardly chucked their bags in the front , accidentally honking the horn in the process. 

His back pressed against the door and he pulled her into his chest. 

"Its ok, baby. It's ok. I've got you. I promise you.  You're safe." He whispered into her hair.

He just let her cry. 

His heart broke to hear her sob like that.

Soul crushing sobs that were usually only associated with immense pain.

They stayed like that for a long while.

His fingers just carding through her hair and pressing soft kisses to her forehead. 

Eventually she settled down though her hand stayed knotted in the front of his hoodie.

"You ok, baby?" He asked.

She sniffled, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Stop." He said. "Don't apologize. Especially to me and definitely not for crying."

She nodded.

"You feel like telling me what's wrong?" He asked,  soothing a hand up and down her back. 

"It's just- my dad, I guess. This time of year has been hard the past couple of years. " she said.

"I can only imagine." He said.

"I had him cremated." She sighed.  "It was what he wanted. And he wanted his ashes scattered. The last piece is in my suitcase and he wanted them in Busan. I guess I just got used to having him with me and the thought of him not being there anymore.... it just-"

Jungkook nodded in understanding. 

" I could've brought them back here at any time.  I've been avoiding it.  I'm being stupid." She said, face flushing in embarrassment. 

"You're not being stupid." He said.  "I mean,  I can't say that I can relate as both of my parents are alive and well but I imagine that if I were in your situation,  I'd be wrecked.  I dont know how you've held it together this long.  Well, I guess I do. You're one of the strongest people I know."

"I didn't want you to see me like this." She whispered.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because." She said stubbornly hiding her face in his chest. 

"Baby, listen. We love each other right?" He asked, his hand coming up to cradle her face. 

"Yeah." She said.

"Part of love is trust and being able to be vulnerable with each other." He said.  "You have seen me at my worst and you're still here.  Please believe me when I tell you that I want to be with you for everything.  Good, bad, fighting,  celebrating.  All of it. And when you feel weak, please turn into me. I will protect you. Just like you protect me."

Jessie fell into tears again but this time it was not from sadness but instead from the pure, raw love that she felt shared between the two of them.

Jungkook would never give up on her and, in turn, she would never give up on him.

❤❤❤

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