drown out the noise

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Big Brother Jerome

Request: (anon) Yasss, requests are open!!!! Could you an imagine where big bro Jerome takes lil sis CP to the circus that way they can have some sibling ‘bonding time’, but she becomes scared of him since she doesn’t like gore as much as her family, and he tries to make it up to her? Thank you so much, Puddin. This is such a weird request, but anyway, I love your writing so much😍.


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u know when u suddenly become aware u dont like the person ur being but u literally cant stop and its like this loud noise in ur head drowning out any attempt ur brain makes to not be annoying

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
—  Steve Jobs

Factors that Influence Your Dreams

Sounds: Real-life sounds can find their way into your dreams’ storylines. For a restful sleep, play  white noise in the background: It drowns out the other sounds around you and should improve your sleep, allowing for organic dreaming.

Smells: In a small 2008 study, German researchers introduced either a positive smell (roses) or a negative smell (rotten eggs) when women entered rapid eye movement, or REM, sleep – a prime time for dreaming. When the women were woken up, they were asked about what they’d dreamt. Smelling roses yielded positive dreams, while smelling eggs yielded negative dreams.

Sleeping Position: A recent study out of Hong Kong found that sleeping on your stomach increases the chances you’ll have a sexual dream. 

Your State of Mind: Not surprisingly, your mental state – not just what happens to you and around you – has a huge impact on your dreams.

Quitting: Ever wonder why you’re haunted by pizza and ice cream in your dreams when you’re trying to lose weight? Whenever you quit something – drinking or smoking or even just cookies – you’re going to dream about it. That is, if you diet or cut out sugar, your dreams are likely to feature a delectable buffet of treats. People who quit smoking tend to have dreams about smoking for the first couple of years afterward stopping the harmful habit – and some are visited infrequently by such dreams even 30 years later.

Drugs and Vitamins: Nicorette, for example, tends to give people intensely vivid dreams. Drugs can also affect dream recall: Since depression makes you less likely to remember your dreams, anti-depressants can counteract that effect. Vitamin B6 has also been shown to help people remember their dreams more vividly and easily.


A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp. And the world seems so fresh as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.
—  Colin Firth in A Single Man (2009)
Tammi and Briana's reality
  • Briana: I found out this morning that I'm 4 weeks pregnant.
  • Louis: Wow, that's some big news. Let me hop on this plane real fast and we can hang out with this chimp to celebrate.
  • Briana: Perfect. We can also discuss announcing this publicly in People magazine in a few weeks.
  • Louis: I really feel like this is the right way to do this. See you soon *construction noises drown out the sound of Briana's name because he's never said it out loud*

tadhdfw you’re trying to do work but you keep getting distracted by noises around you so you put on some instrumental music to drown out the noises but you end up getting distracted by the music so you turn it off and then you start getting distracted by noises around you so you put on some instrumental music to drown out the noises but you end up getting distracted by th

OCD is so misunderstood, I can’t stand it. In movies and media, they portray us as people who are wacky, that our mental suffering is funny, that the things we do are to be laughed at. It’s not funny to have panic attacks if you don’t wash your hands in scolding hot water over and over until you finally feel ‘clean.’ News flash: we never feel clean! It’s not funny to have to wash your hands even in the shower because your body is ‘dirty’ and you can’t touch certain parts of yourself. Can we talk about how people with OCD can be feeling normal, feeling like they’ve overcome their symptoms and then ONE fucking intrusive thought comes up and we start to hate ourselves and then we’re back to doing our compulsions. Can we talk about the nightmares? The sleeping with tv and noise and music on just to drown out the bad thoughts? How we live every single day trying to just distract our thoughts. And there’s no escape from it because it’s like torture, it’s repetitive torture. And as much as we think we can get used to it, we never do. Can we talk about how we obsess over things most people would pass by, and how anything can become a trigger to us, at any time. We have a lot of irrational fears and thoughts that don’t make sense, and we KNOW it doesn’t make sense, but we can’t risk it. Can we talk about the flashing images we get in our minds, the terrible pain in our chest when we panic and feel like we can’t breathe. Our minds are not our own, and the people we try to talk to about what’s going on, always downplay us being sick because they don’t understand it. Or the family and friends we try to explain the illness to, just go and say, “Oh I’m a little ocd too!” “everyone’s a little ocd!” No, you’re not. You have NO IDEA what living with this illness is like. OCD is NOT cute. OCD is NOT funny. We can’t even get out of bed some-days because we can’t handle our thoughts. How it literally CRIPPLES your daily functioning of just living and being yourself. It engulfs your whole life, and the intrusive thoughts can come at anytime and anyplace. I am so sick of not being able to talk about it without being ashamed of myself. I am so sick of illnesses being falsely portrayed in the media, because it misguides people. OCD is not a funny illness, and us sufferers are sick of being mocked. 

A tip to reading: I thought classical music would be good but I end up focusing on that too, so I started listening to white noise and I HIGHLY recommend it. It drowns out all the distracting sounds around you, and eventually you don’t even notice it anymore so all you other kids with good ol’ 80hd should give it a try! This is the one I use, it’s pretty much just static, I find that even the ones that are like ocean noises or fire crackling are still too distracting https://youtu.be/ArwcHjmsw3A


Imagine Dean getting distracted by you

“So get this…” The minute Sam began to speak about a potential case to Dean his voice drowned out to back ground noise.

He didn’t mean to get distracted, but he couldn’t help it. Every time he told himself to focus his eyes would some how find there way back to you.

You were the first thing he noticed when they walked into the diner, and the only thing he’d noticed since. Maybe it was the way you walked, all confident and strong with your hips swinging side to side. Or maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room, bright white teeth and cute little dimples. He just couldn’t put his finger on why he couldn’t pull himself away. He even felt a pang of disappointment as a different waitress came to serve them coffee.

“So are you going to ask her for her number or?” Sam chuckled slightly, his shoulders rising as he shook his head.

“What?” Again Dean was half listening as his gaze followed you about the diner.

“The waitress over there, you’re practically drooling.” Sam’s words had his brother blushing and flustered as he tried to think of a good response.

“Shup.” He mumbled, his cheeks a bright red.

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Faded [M]

Author’s Note: When we’re faded, I just want to put my hands on you. 

Summary: You have been dating Jimin for the better part of two years; but when you decide to spice up your love life, he suddenly turns into the mysterious, alluring stranger standing in the corner, who’s been eyeing you all night with a look in his eyes that can only mean one thing; you were done for.

I want to thank@bobajimin for helping me with some of the dialogue :)

Word Count: 8,075 of pure, unadulterated smut.

The thump of the booming bass vibrated throughout your every limb, the pounding filling your ears and drowning out any residual noise. Your body moved to the beat, losing yourself in the music with your eyes closed, head raised to the sky as you twirled the straw of the cocktail in your hand. People swarmed around you, men and women alike, but you paid them no mind as another sip of alcohol met your tongue, the sweet flavor settling onto your taste buds. The harsh neon lights were invasive once you opened your eyes, but the colors of green and white suddenly swirled together in harmony as the liquor began to seep its way into your system with a pleasant buzz.

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A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp. And the world seems so fresh as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.

A Single Man (2009) dir. Tom Ford

Oddly, I think Sherlock’s temperament is more shaped by the fact that he is human and trying to be superhuman. The amount of stuff that we call polite civilisation is a huge distraction to this man who has to think on an unparalled level of complexities. It’s not really that the world is stupid it’s just that for him to be clever he has to really drown out a lot of noise and what he permanently gets surprised by, and what I think is his real weakness, is sometimes not seeing what’s right in front of him. His blind spot is the very thing that he purposely turns his head from in order to be as good as he is as a sleuth. So it’s a complex relationship he has with the world. He needs it to be that way in order to conquer it but at the same time the way he engages with it often blinds him to the most obvious. That’s great from a story point of view because people don’t see things because he doesn’t see them. His stupidity is also the world’s brilliance which is why there are things, people, and events, which overtake him. He’s not unhuman, he is human and he is fallible.

Benedict Cumberbatch interview on series 4 - (x)

“How much of Sherlock’s temperament is driven by the apparent inadequacies of others rather than his own desire for perfection?”


For the Anon who asked for 2 (I’m sorry I yelled at you) 21 (Do you think you could go one day without pissing me off?) and 30 (Are you done ranting?) with DiNozzo

Your head was pounding. You had one hell of a migraine but you were needed here. You were the only one who could decipher this stupid code within a reasonable time frame. You’ve got earplugs in to help drown out the noise, one of the NCIS baseball hats and your sunglasses are still on to help block out the lights. You take a sip of water, staying hydrated is important, then turn your face back to the page on your desk in front of you. Your computer is off, keeping away that annoying blue light. Tony swipes your hat off your head jolting it painfully and you swear.
“Tony! Damn it! Give that back!”
“Why so glum? A little hungover are we?”
“No, I have a migraine.” You say through gritted teeth. Why is he so annoying sometimes? You huff softly to yourself, sometimes? Try all the time. “Give me my hat back.”
“Is that what we’re calling them these days? A migraine.”
“Gibbs.” You complain as he comes into the space and yanks your hat off of Tony’s head then tosses it to you in one fluid motion. He knows how bad your migraines can get if you’re not careful. He’s seen what happens, Tony on the other hand has not.
You can hear him chattering away, even through the ear plugs, all morning. Does he ever shut up? It’s when he starts a bad imitation of Cyndi Lauper that you finally snap.
“Tony! Shut the hell up! I can hear you through my earplugs like you’re standing right next to me! Do you think you could go one day, just one fucking day, without pissing me off?”
“Damn. Sorry princess!” He snaps back at you.
“Oh for god sake!” You sneer, “Did I hurt your fragile ego Tony?”
“My ego is not fragile!” You roll your eyes and notice that McGee is watching the two of you in fascination. Gibbs is nowhere to be found.
“Then quit being a baby and shut up. Please! My head is pounding, the letters on this fucking page keep moving around, and I feel like I’m gong to throw up. I just want to get this finished and go home!”
“Wow. I didn’t know you were so crabby when you were hungover.” He says standing and starting away. You stand and move away from your desk, stalking after him.
“I. Am. Not. Hungover.” You snap and when he stops suddenly and turns on you you come to a quick halt behind him. Standing there hits you suddenly. You didn’t take care of the migraine like you should have. Too much light, or noise, or not enough water. Tony opens his mouth to retort when his eyes go wide in surprise. The last thing you’re aware of is Gibbs yelling your name as he charges toward you.
You’re propped up against something warm. The pounding in your head is worse than before but it usually is when you pass out.
“Are you done ranting now?” The warm thing asks softly, sounding very concerned.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You mumble softly.
“It’s fine. I didn’t realize how bad they got.” Tony admits gently.
“How long was I out?” You mutter.
“Long enough.” Gibbs says grimly, “You’re going home and Tony is taking you.”
“No Gibbs! I’m fine. I need to finish.” He looks down at you in amusement.
“You’re going home.” He repeats and you sigh.
“Fine.” He helps you to your feet and you gather your things from your desk, including the file.
“Leave it.” Gibbs growls.
“Gibbs.” You huff only succeeding in making him laugh softly. You follow Tony to the elevator mumbling about how annoyed you are and how all you want to do is your damn job and is that too much to ask? You stop when the elevator opens again.
“Are you done?“ Tony asks quietly a small smile on his face. You purse your lips at him but nod. “Good.” He pulls you gently to him, “You scared me today.” He admits softly. “One minute you were arguing and the next you were headed to the floor. Why did you tell me they get that bad?”
“Would you have believed me?”
“I don’t know. I am glad you’re going home though. I have orders to stay with you.”
“Tony I’ll be fine. I’m going to go to bed.”
“Gibbs orders. He’s the boss kid.” He say giving you a gentle squeeze then letting you go. Well, at least he’d watch good movies with you.

i really like to think about terrified, shrieking, big baby horror game geoff and put it in the context of fake ah crew, purely for the mental image of the crew sneaking into a nearly pitch-black warehouse because of vague plot reasons and geoff sort of casually-not-casually holding on to the back of jack’s shirt

and then there’s some unidentifiable rustling noise, and geoff’s panicked shriek is drowned out entirely by the sound of him rapid-firing from his smg at absolutely nothing for a solid ten seconds

in the subsequent silence, everybody’s ears are ringing and ray’s deadpanning something along the lines of hail, our fearless leader and ryan’s muttering about the definition of a covert operation (namely, not fucking this) and jack’s trying to remember who the fuck thought it was a good idea to let geoff watch the grudge last night

(the unidentifiable rustling noise turns out to be a now very alarmed mouse and nobody lets geoff live it down)

like there’s a lot of bumbling-dork-criminal ryan stuff out there but not nearly enough for geoff

i need fahc geoff who kills a man in cold blood during a heist and then absolutely refuses to go to the safe house way out in the sticks because last time there were SNAKES there, jack