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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.13

Doctor Palmer, it’s very nice to see you again.

Natal Retrograding Planets

Retrograde comes from Latin for “backward step.” Astrologically, the planets are felt on a more inner, deeper level and expressed more inwardly than overtly. They swirl on the soul lining rather than project through the body  

Born with Mercury rx:
Thoughtful, slips into meditation easily, speculative, reflective, constant conversations with the mind that are not verbalised, trouble grasping new ideas, uncomfortable in academic settings, slow processing of information, takes time to respond, shy, self conscious about communication, self critical, can have dyslexia

Born with Venus rx:
Approaches relationships and social encounters with seriousness, takes responsibility for others, has a unique portal of social ideologies and values, reticent to enter relationships and intimate experiences, creatively talented, attraction to odd and unusual romances, emotionally disconnected, nonmaterial

Born with Mars rx:
Trouble self starting and initiating, slow inertia, difficulty with self assertion and aggression, lost ego, high level of responsibility, self competitive, represses bouts of anger, difficulty finding passion, sexually compulsive and ritualistic, rage turns inward - at the self, misplaced fury

Born with Jupiter rx:
Extremely rich and broad inner life, slips into meditation easily, learns best in solitude, easy access to the internal divine guru, unique view of philosophy and the universe, excessive nature, easy weight gain, more concerned with inner riches than material, original belief systems, trouble interacting with others 

Born with Saturn rx:
Hyper diligent and responsible, streams of ambition and endurance, self contemptuous and critical, self demanding, places high expectations on the self, paternalistic, prefers to work in solitude, feels victimised, feelings of inferiority, need for security and safety, weak or absent father figure

Born with Uranus rx:
Spontaneous bursts of universal insights, unique and original domestic and social habits, views the self as the one who needs rebelling against, appears conventional but is quite eccentric within, makes abrupt and unpredictable sweeping life changes, highly acute intuition

Born with Neptune rx:
Swirls with internal imaginative imagery and fantasy, tendency to procrastinate, struggles turning vision into action, enjoys the use of drugs alcohol and hypnotics in solitude, compelled to raise the consciousness of other people, oversensitive, self sacrificial, requires copious time in solitude and meditative states, can fall into trances

Born with Pluto rx:
Believes one was born with a special purpose in life, struggles overcoming trauma, self destructive, intimate with the processes of life death and rebirth, challenged with their own internal depths, self regenerative, resourceful in the face of pain, provoked to heal and transform others, faces strong resistance from others throughout life

-Cherry

A friend of a friend was commenting on her son’s spinner, and how “it seems so stupid, but if it helps, whatever!” and i really, really wanted to explain why it helps. because people thinking it’s “stupid” tends to get in the way of those of us who need these types of things being able to use them.

so i finally sat down and wrote this. and i figured i’d share it here, because some of you might not know why stim toys are great and crucial to a lot of people, or other “weird” things like rocking. and others might need a way to explain it to the people around them!

please let me know if you have any ideas about what else to add! here’s what i said to her:

I wish I could articulate what they do and why they help.

Some brains get very jumpy with certain kinds of sensory input – like fluorescent lights, ambient chatter, physically or psychologically uncomfortable settings, random super-loud noises like bells and alarms…

That can make it impossible to focus, to take in information (like what you’re reading or hearing), or create a ton of anxiety and meltdowns.

Certain people, like those of us with ADHD, or who are autistic, or both, have that type of neurology. And the great thing about it is that we also come with the built-in ability to counteract bad sensory input.

We can feed soothing, calming, positive sensory input to our brains to let us focus in jarring environments, or to prevent meltdowns, or to calm anxiety.

Depending on the person, that can come from rocking, from spinning one of these dealies, from humming, from nice textures, from clicking buttons, from chewing things or other sources of light comfortable pressure….

And the reason it works is that, for example with a spinner, it provides a pleasing, continuous, controllable, satisfying pattern and sensation that the brain can use to override all of the overwhelming external stimuli that we often can’t even articulate.

But for people who don’t like a particular stim, or who have a different neurology, it can seem completely baffling!!!

And so the downside is that a lot of us CAN’T use our self-soothing superpowers, because people think we look weird or are just fooling around or, generally, that it’s stupid.

So the more people who can understand that this is actually amazing, the better :D

wanna be your lover

summary:

sebastian and you are co-stars on a press tour. you’re the best of friends, but when sebastian finds something suspicious in your luggage, that may change everything. (based on this request.)

word count: ~6K

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (light dom/sub, anal play, dirty talk, dom-ish!seb, etc. it’s filthy.) 

a/n: pls blame google translate on my incorrect romanian. english translations are at the bottom. i don’t know why all of my seb AU’s are dom!seb. i will fix that eventually. anyway, here’s some sex. 

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anonymous asked:

what are some hamilton ships you like?

im terrible at shipping bc i have strong opinions on maybe 3 ships and then everything else im just like

Originally posted by dairyfat

lams is my #1 u cant go wrong with a classic (thats a lie u absolutely can)

but i feel like..there are so many ships…. i cant tell which ones 2 give opinions on

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The seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard.

The bunker is great—really. It’s the first place they’ve been able to call home since ever. Hot showers, great water pressure, and somehow an even better wifi connection. Seriously, no complaints.

Except, the seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard. Really fucking hard.

“You gonna sit down or just hover like the creep at the playground?” Sam asks, not looking away from his laptop.

“Shut up,” Dean says.

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*in a slightly uncomfortable group setting*
INTP: well..i don’t really talk much
INFP: oh, me neither!! I totally get it.
INTP: :)
INFP: *is having an active part in the group conversation*
INTP: I feel betrayed

I thought the 2017 Beauty and the Beast movie was ridiculous and bad but I will never get over the fact that the Beast’s response to Belle’s favorite book being Romeo and Juliet was “no you’re wrong here’s an entire fucking library to prove you wrong get to reading” because it’s literally the ONLY GOOD ADDITION TO ORIGINAL 

Zach Dempsey - A to Z

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Well, that’s the thing, Zach can get turned on by almost everything, really. Like the way you’re biting your pen while looking at him, scratching his scalp during a small kiss or even just watching you train with the girls or even looking at you and finding you specially sexy that day. But his biggest, ever, turn on is when you’re sucking on his skin, just down his jawline, while gently scratching your fingernails on his nape. The boy loses his shit, a complete silence and embarrassed mess from being with the biggest boner in the middle of the bleachers during gym class or in the cafeteria.

You were still recovering from an ankle problem, acquired during the cheerleaders’ workouts, so that you were restricted in performing physical activities and released from PE class. Today was one of those days where the Coach was letting everyone be lazy, with only four groups taking turns playing volleyball. The rest of the students were either climbing the ropes in some sort of ridiculous competition or waiting their turn while walking around the gym. So it was in the bleachers you stood, calmly waiting for the end of the class, laying on your stomach with your backpack serving as a pillow. You were almost dozing off when someone decided to play in the bleachers, making the wood tremble. You were prepared to send the person to hell when someone leaned over you, soft and warm lips pressing into yours. You opened your eyes, shocked, until you relaxed with the familiar sight of your boyfriend’s dark, warm eyes.

- “Zach! You frightened me.” - You argued, pushing him lightly. He sent you one of those sweet smiles so characteristic of him in return. Moving to place a kiss on your cheek before sitting on your side.

- "Because? I just gave you a kiss.”- He shrugged as he sat on the bleachers.

- “Exactly. Someone kissed me by surprise and I have a boyfriend.” -  You tried to cast a disapproving look at him, but he had such a cute expression that you ended up smiling at him. His eyes seemed to burn for a second.

- “No one would dare steal a kiss from you. I would fight their asses. ”- Zach was a Big Guy, completely capable of actually doing some real damage in a fight, with all those muscles that being an athlete since he was a child had assured him, but the possibility of this happening was laughable in a way that even the way he spoke the words was funny. But you did not say anything, just sent another smile at him as you rose from the stands to sit beside him, standing with one leg on each side of him, and placed your head on his shoulder, giving a small kiss to the warm skin discovered by the sleeveless shirt and then leaning back at his side comfortably, her legs lovingly embracing his body.

- “I’m sure you would, babe. Don’t worry.”

But then Zach’s body was really hot, in that way that made cling to him in one hug one of the most delicious things and soon your arms came to wrap around his trunk, but giving up when you realized he was too big and you would be uncomfortable, setting by just closing your hands on his shirt. He gave a little laugh at the way you had wrapped around him, turning his face to kiss your forehead. You smiled and looked at him, quickly struck by the urge to kiss him.

- “You’re staring at my mouth.” - He accused, drawing your foreheads together to force you to look deeply into his eyes. There was a convinced smile on his lips and although the look on Zach’s face was carefree and confident, there was a nice blush tingling his cheeks.

- “Am I?” - You breathed, feigning ignorance though your eyes drifted to his delicious lips again. He smiled and you watched his lips part in that delicious smile, a line of perfectly white teeth appearing and suddenly you were thinking of wrong things. You smiled back, and then leaned up to kiss him, and though you had planned a chaste and caressing kiss, somehow your tongue traced his lower lip and you got lost in Zach’s mouth when he granted you passage.

You wanted to blame the Gym and its structure or whatever, but it was Zach who had begun to make you hot. Your hands automatically clenched into fists on his shirt, and the hand in front of his body began to lightly trace his abs over his shirt, innocently but appreciatively.

Someone whistled from the court and you also heard some giggles approaching. You broke the kiss, annoyed, watching Justin on the edge of the court, hands around his mouth in encouraging shouts to Zach, while Jessica and Sherri were approaching. By your side, you felt Zach tightening up and quickly arranging something that you did not pay attention because you were busy flipping your friends. The Coach shouted at Justin and sent him back to the court and he rolled his eyes before obeying.

- “You seem to be healing well, Y/N.” - Jessica mocked, Sherri agreeing with her, while both sat on the bench below where you and Zach were, Sherri patting Zach’s back in approval.

- “I’m glad to see that Zach is taking good care of you.”

- “He was, and then you decided to interrupt my treatment.” - You joked, frowning at them. Jessica just shrugged and Sherri laughed.

- “You were surpassing the acceptable level of PDA in physical education. Soon I and Justin would had to make out or you would steal our Liberty High It Couple title.”

- "All yours.” - You spoke and raised your hands in mock surrender, but rolled your eyes to show that you did not give a shit about it. Beside you, Zach shifted, moving away from you.

- “Zach, are you ok?”

- “S-sure. I… I need to go, hm, my group is next.” – He was fidgeting, but you didn’t read much into it.

- “Oh, okay, babe. See you at lunch.”

- “Y-yeah.” – He barely answered it while getting up. As Zach got up and practically jumped the rest of the stands, you and your friends looked at each other.

- “Is it me or was he weird?” - Jessica and Sherri just shrugged, and started talking about the adaptations in the new routine to keep you from getting hurt again in any of the jumps.

The day passed quietly and you did not have any more classes with your boyfriend, so you really only saw him when you entered the Cafeteria. It even had been funny, because even in the hallways you had not found him. Your friends only commented that they had seen him rushing to the next class. You knew he had biology today at some point, so you  just shrugged thinking he was reviewing. You were probably very lost in your thoughts, because while waiting in line to buy your lunch, Monty thought it necessary to shout your name and wave so you finally looked at their table.

- “Relax Monty, I’m coming.” - You said as you approached the table, putting the tray in front of Zach and bending down to give a kiss to his lips. He looked surprised, because his body trembled slightly and he was turning red from nowhere. You smiled at him, nudging his shoulder in teasing as you sat down.

- “Guess, I’m not the only one who’s gonna hear that today.” - Monty joked, casting a suggestive glance at the two of you as you sat down at the table. You just told him to fuck off and Zach resumed to show his middle finger to him.

As Monty laughed and started talking to Justin, you took the opportunity to discreetly lean on Zach, your nose nudging his arm covered by a sweatshirt to get his attention. He gave you a wary look, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips. You tried to hold back the smile that threatened to burst through your face, but the way Zach looked at you had always warmed you up and wanting to approach him. So you took the opportunity to sneak your hand around his arm and murmur a “come here.” He bent down and you stole a small kiss on his lips again. You could keep track of how his blush spread quickly across his beautiful face, only getting worse when Monty started whistling and pointing at them. You sent him to hell again and then put one of your hands in your boyfriend’s hair, so as to pull it and hide your face in the curve of his neck.

But then as the teasing died and the boys started to focus on other things, the way you had taken in that position looked wonderfully comfortable, especially with the delicious scent of his flooding your senses and his warm skin so close to your lips… You started stroking it with the tip of your nose. You felt the way he trembled slightly and it only encouraged you to lightly rest your lips on the skin of his neck. Zach literally froze and you let out a giggle before landing three more kisses and then cast a small glance around, checking that no one was paying attention to you and risking a little hickey just below his jawline.

Someone called Zach and you watched as he literally stuttered an answer to whatever the question they asked. A small laugh came and you pulled away from him in a disguise. Luckily, the bell rang. You started to get up and straightened your backpack while everyone began to do the same.

- “Hey, you’re coming?” - Sherri asked, already close to the exit.

- “Sure. One moment.”  -You waved as you turned to see where Zach was. But he had not even got off the bench yet. In fact, he was not even looking up, just stared very hard at the table.

– “Sherri, I’ll see you at class. Have to talk to Zach.” - Her friend just nodded and continued on. You approached your boyfriend, realizing now how red he was.

- “Hey, babe. Something wrong?”

- “Yes.” - He hissed between clenched teeth, casting a nasty glare at you.

- “I did something wrong?”

- “Oh, yes. You know what you did.”

- “I don’t. What’s going on Zach?” - You were really surprised. You tried to review the events that had happened during the day to find out what you could have done to make him be like that. Probably foreseeing you were imagining too much, he sighed and reached for your hand. Then he pulled you on his lap and the bulge pressing on your ass made the whole situation a lot clearer.

You waited a few seconds, feeling like a deep blush was spreading across your face, and, at the same time, you had to contain with all your strength the smile that wanted to radiate on your face. Your chest seemed to swell, your skin immediately hot, the mere thought of getting Zach excited so easy made you feel like a goddess.

-“Oh. My. God. Did I…?” - You risked, trying to control the happiness and surprise in your tone.

- “Yes.” - He hissed again, a judgmental look and in equal parts hot and angry. You could not even be embarrassed by how satisfied you were to be able to leave him that way with almost no effort.

- “Oh babe, I’m so sorry.” - You forced yourself to say, a small laugh restrained in your lips. He narrowed his eyes at you, pushing your waist so that you rose from his lap and did not make things worse, which you followed.

- “No, you’re not. You’re fucking proud of yourself.“ - He knew her too well not to know that. You let out the laughter you were holding, then bent to murmur close to his lips, an expression that had every intention of provoking him.

- “Ok… I am. Does this make me a bad girl?” - You murmured, your gaze running over his lips before looking him in the eye again.

- “Oh my god, you’re not helping.” - He grunted, his tone warm and hard, mingled with clear frustration. You laughed and pulled away from him, beginning to walk backwards toward the door.

- “So… see you after class?” - You said as you walked away, your hand moving your hair in what you believed to be sexy.

- “Oh, you bet your pretty ass you’ll see me after class.” - She winked at him then, adding a more pronounced swag on her hips as she turned his back to him. You almost swore he had grunted again and your smile could tear your cheeks of so satisfied.

anonymous asked:

I find it funny that when 5h grind on guys and embrace their sexuality its a problem, but when Camila was feeling all on herself and grinding on people at Hot 100 fest it was "sexy". That's so fucking hypocritical. Here we have women aren't afraid to embrace that they are sexual beings and people are judging them. If you're leaving the fandom, then good riddance, we don't need fake ass fans like you. It's a fucking music video... fucking grow up...

I think you’re the one who should grow up sweets, you should grow up and open your eyes to the world we live in and how wrong it is turning.

First of all, you should stop justifying everything 5H does by comparing it to Camila, I have a problem with this music video, and obviously you have a problem with Camila. But if you want me to compare them so much then let me tell you that what Camila or 5H do on stage with their choreos is completely different than what they do in that music video. I mean come on, open your eyes, there’s a fine line between being sexy and being indecent and the He Like That music video definitely crosses that line. 

Second of all, I think it’s actually really scary that you would think this is the norm, that a video like this one can be shown on tv at any hour of the day like any other daytime show, or that it’s the only way for women to show that they are “sexual beings” - and since when does everyone needs to know that they’re “sexual beings”? What’s the point of that? Nobody is telling them they’re not, so what are they trying to prove? 

Once you understand that this industry is about Men then you’ll understand why things are that way. Behind all that body empowering and confidence speeches, all there is the male gaze and the fact that that gaze is somehow what’s making money because we live in a society that is male driven.

Women pretend that it’s their choice but really it’s not, it’s just the price to pay to be famous. Turning it into “women empowerment” is just an excuse to justify making music videos like this one. It’s just the illusion of empowerment.

Do you really think that they all find pleasure in showing their asses on camera? Would you feel comfortable doing that? For millions of people to see? Do you think that was their goal when they started out? Do you think that was the dream? They’re just stuck in this crappy industry and the only way to make it ok is to have the illusion than somehow they’re controlling this, and to try to find some deeper meaning than just “I’m showing my ass for money” - and that’s why their image during interviews is so different, because those girls are aware of how messed up all of this is and they’re trying to pick up the pieces.

That being said, no matter how much they try to justify this like they did for Down for example, it doesn’t change to fact that the message is completely erased by those images.

I mean, let’s take this from another point of view, I’m a 16 year old watching this, what message am I gonna get from it? That I should be confident enough to grin on men? That being confident in my body mean that I should be able to show it? Is this the goal? If I wanna be like 5H or Katy Perry or Miley Cyrus I need to act like this? We teach young girls that their body should be out there for every guy to see? That this is the definition of confidence? Well excuse me but that’s not the kind of confidence I would want my kids to have. 

Also I’ll talk about personal experience, I’ve never felt comfortable in my body, and if I was 16 in 2017 and watching the music video for He Like That then I know for a fact it would make me feel uncomfortable, because it sets unrealistic standards, like really how many girls are gonna go have an orgy in a club? How many girls would feel confident enough to show their bodies like that? The answer is not many. And why would that even be a goal to reach? 

Can’t you see how messed up that is? We live in a new society that is controlled by the internet and the medias, and that trivializes sex and violence as if it’s the most common thing. 10 years ago you would’ve NEVER EVER see that on tv, EVER - so I don’t even want to think about how things will be 10 years from now! I mean you should hear the stories I’ve heard, one of my best friend is a teacher in middle school, he told me stories that gave me chills, like five 11 years old girls ganging up on another girl because she refused to give a boy a blowjob! A blowjob!! At 11 years old!!!! 

This the society we’re living in right now! And if we say amen to everything the artists do just because you “stan” them and don’t speak up when something as appalling as this is happening then it’s only gonna get worse. 

WFH, Worth it, All In My Head (Flex) are sex driven songs but the music videos remained on the “sexy” side -  He Like That just completely went over the line.

It’s not about body confidence or female empowerment, it’s about pleasing the male gaze to make money and pretending that it has a deeper meaning when really it doesn’t, and while doing that it sends a distorted message to young girls about what being “confident” means, and I will not support it. The girls deserve more than this and as a fan you shouldn’t want this for them.

Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

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Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 


“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

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“And you think you recognize a monster; all of the things he’s done, unspeakable things, they all make it so easy for me to hate him. Then he’s gone. In one final act of defiance he accomplished what we’ve been striving for this whole time…”

Her jaw set uncomfortably and it became difficult to swallow.

“So why’s it that I can’t find the energy to be thankful for it? Why do I feel like mourning him?”

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Kidge Week, Days 1 and 3 (Jealousy, Change)

Strolls up with unedited fic for Day 1 of @kidgeweek two days late, desperately clutching an empty can of Red Bull

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Paring: Keith x Pidge
Words: 4528
Tags: Jealousy, post-war, swearing, innuendo, translation errors

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“Hangin’ in there, man?”

For someone who out-massed and out-muscled most, Hunk could move with surprising delicacy when he set his mind to it. Keith had been in the line of fire - figuratively and literally - enough by now not to startle when Hunk’s voice piped up right at his side, but the serene smile on Hunk’s face told Keith that he’d been caught. His fixation on the beings clustered throughout the ballroom had left him blind to Hunk’s approach.

“I’m fine,” was Keith’s curt reply.

Six years was a long enough time for both to know that Keith meant no offense and Hunk took none; Hunk laughed and pointed to the small plate in Keith’s left hand.

“You may be fine, but what about that poor napkin?”

Keith’s right hand stilled. The napkin on his plate had been torn into a fine crumble, the victim of a racing mind and a need to fidget.

“I guess I’m a bit bored,” he conceded.

That wasn’t quite it though, and Keith’s words must have been even less convincing than his voice, given the way Hunk shook his head and let out a short hum. Keith sent up a prayer that Hunk would question no further, and for once the universe seemed to answer: Hunk opened his mouth, and at that exact moment, a familiar voice rose up from the other side of the room.

“Hunk! This one requests your presence for the purposes of an introduction!”

Even in a room crowded with aliens of all types, Shay stood out from the rest. Like Hunk, she towered over the more diminutive species present, and it was as impossible to miss her waving hand as it was to miss the way Hunk’s smile softened as he waved back.

“Well, I guess I gotta go over there for a bit, but try not to be a wallflower all night. Go ask Pidge to dance or something.”

Keith blinked, then whipped around to face Hunk, scowl fixed to deliver, but Hunk had already begun to leave as stealthily as he’d arrived.

“But no one is dancing!” Keith called after him.

“I know!”

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Reality Check...

So as i’ve been following quite a few socialites, sugar babes, spoiled girlfriends i found myself really envious and upset thinking why cant i have what they have? What is it they are doing that im not? Is she prettier, skinnier, lighter? But then i seriously had to check my motherfucking self. Like bitch even if they are all those things the one thing they are not is YOU! We each offer different things to this world so i need to capitalize off my own attributes, play them up and grind harder until im in a position to sit at a table with these women. Im sure the grind was easier for some then others but thats not my business or my same situation so i need to make the best of what i have now and go with that. I thought mabe i needed a mentor but no i need to see the women i wanted to be my mentor and take the experiences and little tips they give out once in awhile and make them my own, not be envious of the next woman. Im definetly going to take the advice ive gotten off here and other places and use april as a glow up month. Im going to try to go to the gym 5-6 days a week, eat better, take better care of my skin, read the books i should have already, and come back ruthless as ever in this game. Sometimes you have to be a little uncomfortable for awhile to set yourself up for where you really want to be in life. This is my uncomfortable period in life but im going to learn from it and grow.

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You’d never been good with shouting, growing up it had always terrified you, made you jump, made you uncomfortable, set off anxiety in your chest…and for Thor it took a lot to control his volume. He was so used to being loud and brash and bold that it took real thought to not be like that around you…but he also never wanted to scare you. So he was more than happy to talk quietly and softly whenever you were nearby.