Sound-Mind

I would be careful with what you say
Someone could get hurt
You think there ain’t any repercussions
When you say all that dirt
It’s not even thinly veiled
We see how it all works
Constant hiccups where’s the trouble now
There’s a crack in every turn
Last time I checked no one check with me
It’s funny how you’re afraid of being
This is the sound of minds dying
Why you always gotta learn the hard way
You’re becoming easy to avoid
You could’ve prevented it in a lot of ways
Realize now what you’ve destroyed
Saying goodbye before I arrive
Soon I won’t have no tongue left to bite
This is the sound of minds dying
In front of the world’s biggest firing squad
At least one of the guns is empty
You be the grinding and I’m the halt
Wash our wound with the salt of the sea
Maybe I’ve never tried
Soon there’ll be no time left to bide
Be thankful you’re not me
This is the sound of mine dying

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In group settings, men are 75% more likely to speak up than women, and when a woman does speak up, it’s statistically probable her male counterparts will either interrupt her, or speak over her. It’s not because they’re rude, it’s science, the female voice is scientifically proven to be more difficult for a male brain to register. What does this mean? It means, in this world, where men are bigger, stronger, faster, if you’re not ready to fight, the silence will kill you.
—  Meredith Grey, The Sounds of Silence (12x09)
Don’t let yourself, or your ears, be offended by improper or unscheduled sounds. If, for example, the record is scratchy, okay. You wouldn’t object if you were listening to it sitting by a fire…. crackling logs. Simply close your eyes and allow your ears to hear all sounds around you. Don’t try to name or identify these sounds. Just hear them as you would listen to music. As when you hear a flute or a guitar. Don’t bother about what it means. Your brain will take care of that by itself. Just let your eardrums respond as they will, to all vibrations now in the air.
—  Alan watts / Ott
One day I wish to have this kind of time
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Get To Know Me - pairings [3/10]

Kumiko Oumae and Asuka Tanaka [Sound! Euphonium]

“There is something I wanted to tell you. I… I used to not like you. You were senior to me, and we played the same part, so I tried to ignore it. But you seemed so difficult. In fact, I might have hated you. But now, I love you! You wouldn’t ever show your true feelings. You always seemed to look down on people. You said crap like you didn’t care about your friends… But… But now, I’m lonely. I want to hear you play the euphonium again… I want to play like you!”

Keith's room
  • Lance: *walks in*
  • Keith: Lance what are you doing here it's 3 am
  • Lance: Listen here tubby, we are gonna fuck okay and it's gonna be fucking lit
  • Keith: Lance what the fuck just go back to bed
  • Lance: ...
  • Keith: ...
  • Lance: ...
  • Keith: Wait did you just call me tubby

Chakra Frequencies Chart

Each chakra vibrates at a different frequency, from the lowest/deepest/slowest frequency at the root to the highest/fastest at the crown – with each chakra having its own sound, just like it has its own color. Sound is vibration. Music and sound, good or bad, influence us and impact our energy systems. Sound, either as music, musical notes or chanting can be used for chakra balancing – repetition supports bringing the body- mind-soul complex into a meditative state, where healing occurs, and creates a continuous vibrational environment. Visualization with the associated chakra color while using sound can deepen & amplify the experience.
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* Blame Sans and his inability to go one day without taking a year-long break.

SANS: * a skeleton’s gotta sleep, kid.

* Years, Sans.

(( apologies if there’s no color RIGHT away, I’m unable to save at the moment, so I’m a bit hesitate to work for so long in sai in fear of losing all my progress ;v; ))

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he didnt think she’d get this far

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A Soft Echo

A/N: This request was made by anon who asked: Idk if you believe in the headcanon, but there is a theory Spencer is autistic. could you write a fic where the reader helps him through an autistic attack on their first date, and just kind of how that goes? 

I really enjoy this headcannon, I actually am an aspie which is difficult for me to say, but it makes me happy at the same time since now there’s a broader range of characters coming out in media and books expanding from body images and mental challenges and I just love it. It makes me feel less, I don’t know, incapable, alone, and seeing Spencer develop along to the show I do like to believe he has Asperger’s as well. And before people say it, though probably not many will but there are still haters: but it is NOT a handicap sure social situations are hell but look at what he can do besides his eidetic memory I think his focus on tasks and his interests and just many mannerisms are through Asperger’s.

But also, please, I feel like I’m having a panic attack from this. I don’t want anyone to interpret this the wrong way, I don’t think this will be offensive. But I don’t want people to think I’m doing something wrong writing this. I’m only following what I think would happen and how Spencer would react in his way. So if you found something offensive in this then I am sorry.

 

You had absolutely nothing to wear. No, scratch that. You had plenty to wear, the evidence of this being strewn from your drawers and closet onto your bed. But you had nothing for tonight. Your clothes either went from work, to workout, to lazy couch potato. Nothing of which stated cute, or sexy, or take me I’m yours. But, then again, it was one date; the first date and you didn’t necessarily need to send out flirty vibes when you were just going for dinner. You hadn’t been on a date since you moved to D.C., something that your coworkers had obviously noticed. Your superior, Detective LaMontagne, had took it upon himself to make you feel at home, but long after his wife had stepped in as well, claiming from what she heard from Will, had the perfect guy for you.

You didn’t really see how that was possible but taking a look at her phone you had become enamored by a pair of brown eyes. Despite the small frame these were eyes that were gentle, expressive, that had so much to say, and you blushed, holding the phone back out realizing you wanted to hear everything and anything this man had to say. But you were intimidated Will’s wife; you couldn’t help but laugh when calling him by his first name, but his wife was in the FBI which meant, that since she worked with him, he was in the FBI too.

Though it shouldn’t bother you, you were only a secretary working your way through the ranks until you graduated with a degree in forensics. That was a ways away, and you had no idea what you’d talk to this man about. You could listen, sure. But was there anything in common? You chose forensics so you could aid with saving lives, but the branch you were hoping for, though it was still gory in its own way kept you from the complete chaos of actually interacting with bodies and killers.

Deciding on the dress you wore to your college interview you admitted you didn’t too bad. It was flowing, puffing around the knees, but you’d throw on some leggings since it was damn cold outside. Rushing through your hair, and makeup you got out the door to make it to the restaurant on time. Why do women have to worry about such trivial things? You wanted to look good, yes, but would he care? Most guys in your experience never really noticed such things as hair or clothes and now you were running late, and this guy probably hadn’t been concerned about what he was going to look like. Remembering the picture of bedraggled curls and crooked smile you figured he would be at ease with his element.

You tipped the driver, gulping for air as you adjusted your outfit, the place was getting crowded, overly so by the looks of things. Body heat, and various perfumes and colognes filling up every crevice of the restaurant. You were surprised they hadn’t given your table to someone else. Being pointed the way you saw your date already seated, and you noted right away his foot tapping, his leg every now and again jumping up and down, as his finger kept in time to his foot. Oh, he was angry. He was probably someone who didn’t like waiting, and you contemplated sneaking back out. Wouldn’t be too hard to blend in with somebody, but then you remembered Will’s wife saying what a good guy he was and you decided to take the chance.

“H-hi, um, I’m sorry I’m late. I’m Y/N.”

He stood up his knee hitting the corner of the table, you grimaced at his wince. Holding a hand out, you watched as he looked down at it, and you realized…

“Oh, I forgot, I’m sorry, again.”

He didn’t like to be touched, you remembered now; only someone he was close to could he tolerate being touched by. That was fine; you had many quirks as well. His smile was slow, pulling up into corner before forming on the other side, the corners of his eyes crinkled and his eyes came to life. Dear God, that picture did no justice to this.

“I’m Reid…I mean Spencer, Spencer Reid, you can call me either one.”

You smiled. Oh. He wasn’t angry, he was nervous too. It made it a lot easier. “I’ll stick with Spencer for now, if that’s all right.”

“Oh, yes, that’d be good, wonderful, do you want to sit?”

“Yes, please, it’s good to finally meet you. Will and his wife had so many good things to say. I was a little worried I wouldn’t measure up to be honest.”

Spencer’s nose twitched, his smile ambling for something to say. “If I may say, there were many good things said about you as well and I was more than terrified that –“

It was then a platter crashed and plates shattered to the floor, a patron standing as a waiter passed. Turning back to your date you saw him clutching his eyes between his thumb and index finger.

“A-are you okay, Spencer?”

His shoulders straightened but he didn’t look up. “I’m fine, really, it’s just…quite a lot of noise.”

Your lips parted, uncertain. “Yes, it is. Do you want to leave?”

“No! I mean no, it’s alright, I promise. Where were we?”

You licked your lips, smiling. “I think we were stating we were both scared to meet, but I’m glad I’m here. I hope you don’t think I’m forward or crazy but it was your eyes that brought me here.”

You saw a flush come in his cheeks. “My eyes?”

“You have gorgeous eyes, Spencer.”

He looked breathless at that those same eyes searching your face for insincerity. “I’m kind of captivated by your eyes as well, Y/N.”

You blushed, leaning forward. It was then a party of ten came in, toting a few rambunctious kids with them. Their shrieks, crying, and tantrums bouncing off the archways. You noticed Spencer’s head almost touching the table. Worried, you scooted closer to him in the booth.

“Are you all right?”

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He then shook his head, and you saw his leg jumping again as well as his hands fidgeting rapidly.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head again, his jaw working back and forth. “I’m s-s-so sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t be sorry, just tell me what’s wrong.”

One of the children at the nearby table decided it was time to pull a napkin from the table, sending the enclosed silverware tumbling to the floor. Spencer whimpered.

“Too much.”

It was the noise. The noise was getting to him, and from the way he was starting to rock it was getting worse. Turning to your bag you dug through your things before pulling out some ear buds and your phone. Also getting a squirt of hand sanitizer you wiped the buds down before turning back to Spencer. You lightly touched his shoulder and he shrunk away.

“Could you look at me Spencer I’ll try not to touch you but I wanted to see if this would help.”

As he turned you saw his chest rising and falling in large gusts and you were crossing your fingers this would work. Putting in the buds as carefully as you could you turned on your phone, pressing a few buttons for a microphone.

You smile at him assuredly, holding the receiver to your mouth. “Can you hear me, Spencer?”

He looked at you stunned for a moment before nodded.

“Only me?”

He blushed, eyes downcasting as he nodded again.

“Good, I can turn on some music to help calm you, and then we can leave when you do.”

“Leave?”

The word came out abrupt and high pitched, it was pitiful and you couldn’t help but smile at this man.

“Yes, together though, find somewhere a little more quiet. Instead of some food I can’t pronounce maybe we could get a cinnamon roll and some coffee, if you like, maybe a walk in the park.”

He nodded again, steadier this time, the noise cancelling software helping his body calm down and adjust.

“I’d like that, Y/N.”

“Good. Would you like to listen to some music until then?”

He licked his lips his eyes softening and you couldn’t help but feel your own body quickening as the gaze was aimed at you.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to listen to you for a while.”

You smiled, sitting a little straighter and closer. “Um, okay, wow…well, I’m a secretary but I’m going to school in forensics and hoping to get into audio analysis …”

sounds of thedas: FERELDEN

the people are proud and rough, the forests deep, the fields wide. the very hills themselves torn by war, both civil and foreign, and even in summer the night’s chill can only be chased away by a warm fire. but to many this country is home, and they will do anything to defend it.

featuring tracks from clash of the titans, robin hood, stardust, ori and the blind forest, how to train your dragon, the eagle, & dragon age: inquisition

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