#Noise Reducing Earbuds

[devraj17102022]

Wireless Earbuds

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[letmeliedown]

managed to knock over my water while i was sleeping and it entirely saturated my noise-canceling headphones which had fallen on the floor and i dried them out but one side makes a horrible squealing noise when i turn them on now

#apparently the squealing is caused by obstruction in the ear cup #so i'm guessing they're still wet and need to dry more #but idk if they'll work again #i bought new ones already on instacart bc i will go insane if i can't slightly reduce noise levels for a long period #really hope they're in stock #wow i finally get to try true wireless earbuds lucky me

[endless-galaxy]

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[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gaiman sir. I'm kinda hoping you can help me, or your community can. A few months before or after the release of Sandman Netflix you made a post about a company that makes earbuds and noise reduction earplugs. You mentioned they were a good company. I find myself in need of some. I was wonder if maybe you remember the name of said company. Sorry for the ramble block, and thank you for your time.

It was FLARE AUDIO.

These people:

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Guide to Accessibility, Adiustments & Accommodations

General:

Reduce sensory overwhelm in spaces/provide safe and quiet space

Providing clear communication / no ambiguity or vagueness

More time to process questions or information

Choice to:

wear noise-cancelling headphones or earbuds

communicate via other methods (AAC: picture/word cards, sign language) . to use stim objects whenever necessary

to be excused /take a break if needed

Social:

Meeting in safe/comfortable settings

Advanced warnings of cancellations

Understanding if needing to cancel or leave early

No pressure to talk/make eye contact/make physical contact

Clear information on what is going to happen/when/with whom

School:

Private room for exams

Extended deadlines

Extra time in exams

Note-taking assistance

I-2-I Support/private tutoring

Nominated safe person/space

Support with technology/AAC

Breaks when needed

Support moving around school

Not to be picked on in class/signalling system to talk

Accompaniment on trips

Accessible fonts and backgrounds for worksheets/presentations

Exemption from assemblies

Safe space to eat with more time

Work:

Quiet(er)/less overwhelming workspace

Extra breaks

Time to think in interviews

Interview questions ahead of time

Bringing in notes for an interview

Clear schedule/routine, with advanced warning of changes

Mentorship/support

Flexible work times

Ability to work from home if able

Exemptions from group activities or meetings

Comfortable work equipment e.g. chairs/keyboards

Autisticality

Slightly edited the picture to make it easier to see

#autism #actually autistic #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #accommodations #types of accommodations #work accommodations #school accommodations #social accommodations #general accommodations #feel free to reblog/share #source: Autisticality (Facebook)

[bakubunny]

thinking abt being shota’s s/o when you’re neurodivergent. sorta self ship-y so ignore this if that’s not your thing.

your home is a quiet and peaceful place the majority of the time, even with the addition of the teenage boy and the little girl you’ve taken in.

he keeps your noise cancelling headphones and earbuds fully charged, even if you forget.

the one time you went on a date at an amusement park and forgot your favorite earplugs at home, he went online and bought an extra pair to put on his keys so he has them at all times.

doesn’t judge your strange eating habits or get on you for not eating enough vegetables or something. he’ll always encourage you to try something new when it’s his night to cook, but he asks you about most new things first.

shota gets your anxiety; it’s not like he doesn’t have it himself. a lot people make the assumption from his outward personality that he’d handle things like panic attacks and mood swings poorly, but that’s not the case. he’s a quiet, steady presence and generally good at talking you through it if you want that.

he understands that self care can be difficult sometimes and encourages you to do things with him when it gets really bad.

he truly doesn’t mind that you’re a little scatterbrained and messy. he’ll body double with you any time you ask if it helps you focus.

bought you a weighted blanket when he realized how much him simply laying on you reduced your stress. says it was worth every penny.

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[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).

#autism #autistic #actuallyautistic #asd #autism spectrum disorder #asd level 1 #asd level 2 #asd level 3 #sensory issues #sensory processing issues #sensory processing disorder #sensory overload

[fragaria-imagines]

hi!! i’m really loving this blog omg… could i request hcs of hallritt, puruth, and sanah helping their s/o who has bad sensory issues (specifically to touch and loud sounds)? thank you so much!! <3

Hallritt:

Hallritt would go above and beyond to help you with your sensory issues. He’ll research all day everyday on what’s the best way to support you when you’re going through a sensory overload, and will try his hardest to help you through it.

If your sensory issues are specifically to loud noises then Hallritt would have no problem with escorting you out of the premise and go somewhere more safer and calmer for you.

And regarding touch based sensory issues, Hallritt would make sure to only buy materials and fabric that are most comfortable to you, even if it means he has to make it himself.

Hallritt is a perfectionist in every aspect of his life and wants nothing more than to reduce your stress and anxiety that comes from your sensory issues, but there does a come a point in time where he realizes that he can cook your favorite meals, buy and sew clothes for you only using your favorite texture/materials, escort you out of a room if the noise is getting too much for you, buy you earbuds to cancel out the noises, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

In a perfect world, Hallritt would gladly stay by your side 25/8 but sadly he’s not able to be with you all the time due to his job as a knight, so he does his best to cherish his time with you and comfort you during a particularly bad day when he’s there.

Puruth

Puruth is not one to stay at one place for a long period of time, he is always on the go, so he always makes it a point to leave you with his jacket, his coat, a beret of his, or anything that reminds you of him, as a way to remind you that he’s always there for you even when he’s not physically present.

He isn’t the type to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do so if there’s a food that you don’t want to eat because of the texture, then he has no problem with going back to the kitchen and start from scratch to cook you a meal that would satisfy your needs.

As someone who tends to wear big oversized clothing and wears mismatched shoes, he understands how your sensory issues could also affect your choice of clothing so he’s more than happy to gift you some of his clothing if they fit your needs.

Puruth is a very patient person so if you’re going through a very bad case of sensory overload then he’s more than happy to sit there and wait for you to calm down.

While he may be an extrovert, he wouldn’t mind hanging out indoors with you in the castle if going outside would be too much for your sensory issues.

Sanah

Sanah is a very happy go lucky kind of guy, he’s the embodiment of happiness and positivity, and doesn’t like seeing you upset or anxious and would do anything to not make you feel that way.

However, Sanah isn’t very good at handling negativity or negative emotions in general, so owhen you were having a sensory overload meltdown for the first time in front of him, he was like a deer in headlights.

He had no idea what to do in that situation, didn’t know what to say to make you feel better, didn’t know what was the proper procedure to make calm you down, and ended up worsening the situation by talking to you during your meltdown, asking you questions like “y/n are you alright? do you need something?”, or trying to hug you to calm you down. Not realizing that talking to you or touching you during your meltdown could potentially make things worse.

However, after that initial hiccup, Sanah isn’t one to make the same mistake twice and now has a better grasp of understanding on your sensory issues and what he can and can’t do when you’re really going through it.

He knows that he best help he can give you is by being patient with you and make his presence known by sitting next to you in silence while you cool off without directly intervening for that could potentially make things worse for you.

While he is a very touchy and affectionate person he knows that you’re sensitive to touch so he won’t initiate any hugs or touches unless you initiate it first. He’s also has no problems with escorting you out from noisy places that trigger your sensory issues and going to somewhere more quieter and calmer.

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[iamthecomet]

I just got four shots so I can travel and I feel like shit. Can I have Rain and Dew? You decide what happens, but I just want some Rain and Dewdrop.

-Solar Ghoul

I hope you're feeling better now! I'm sorry I didn't get this out when you wanted it most. But I hope it was worth the wait. Messy tour bus shenanigans below the cut.

It's 2am when Dew slides into Rain's bunk. The bus bumps and sways as he slips from his bunk into Rain's. He doesn't bother to ask, or see if Rain's awake. Rain always sleeps like shit on the tour bus. So chances are he's still awake, or halfway there. He presses his warm body up against Rain's back. Snaking arm around him to press flat over Rain's belly button. He feels the steady rise and fall of Rain's breath. Feels the way it hitches when Dew's hand slips up under his shirt to find soft skin.

Dew hooks his chin against Rain's shoulder, hot breath fanning over his neck, nose nuzzling into Rain's dark curls. He smells like the venue. Cigarettes, stale beer, chlorinated water, generic soap. Rain makes a small noise and shifts, turning his head and dislodging Dew's face so they can look at each other. Rain blinks blearily at him. He takes one of his earbuds out and offers it to Dew. He's barely awake.

Dew will deny until the day he dies the way his heart clenches in his chest when Rain looks at him like this. Dew takes the earbud, fits it in his ear.

He has to turn his head to muffle his laugh in Rain's pillow. "Seriously?"

"What?" Rain asks, rolling onto his other side so they're face to face.

"How is Nine Inch Nails, sleeping music?"

"Whatever works," Rain replies with a shrug.

Dew slips his hand around to rest on the back of Rain's neck. He pulls until Rain tips his head down and presses their foreheads together.

"What are you doing here, Dewdrop?"

Dew slips his other hand up under Rain's t-shirt, grazing calloused fingers over the soft hair on Rain's belly. His tail comes to curl around one of Rain's thighs loosely.

"Can't sleep."

"So you thought feeling me up would help?"

"Usually does." Dew doesn't bother trying to fake innocence. He just drags his fingers up higher to thumb over one of Rain's nipples. He uses his tail to tug Rain's leg over his hip. He grinds his hips up. Dew's already hard, has been for the better part of twenty minutes. Laying in the bunk above Rain's trying to decide if he just wanted to jerk off or if he wanted to make it Rain's problem. It's always more fun with a partner. He can feel how Rain is fattening up through the thin sweatpants. Another grind of their hips together has Rain gasping. He tips his head back and Dew latches onto the side of his neck with tongue and teeth, sucking a deep bruise onto his skin while Rain grabs Dew's hips and drags him forward, slotting their bodies further together.

"Dew," Rain gasps, reaching up to pull at Dew's hair to try to dislodge him. "Dew, please."

"Please what, Raincloud?" "You started this, the least you can do is touch me." "'m taking my time," Dew says, digging his teeth into the skin above Rain's collarbone. Rain makes a reedy noise. Dew thinks after all this time that Rain should be used to this, or that Dew should be used to how quickly Rain unravels under Dew's ministrations. But it never ceases to floor him. To send rolling desire through his stomach. It takes almost nothing, a couple well-placed bites, the grind of their hips together, to reduce Rain into a needy puddle. "Gotta be quiet," Dew whispers, pressing a line of open-mouth kisses up Rain's throat, over his jaw. "Don't want to wake up the whole bus." It's a fool's errand, Dew knows. Before he goes too far he's going to have to shove his fingers, or Rain's shirt, or even the corner of the pillow into Rain's mouth. Rain is quiet until someone gets a hand on his dick, and then he loses all volume control.

"Bet you're slick already," Dew whispers, his lips almost pressed against Rain's, their breath mingling in the minuscule space.

Rain nods. "C'mon, Dew. Don't be mean."

"This isn't mean," Dew chides. If it wasn't the middle of the night on a tour bus he'd show Rain mean. He'd work him up. Finger him until he cried. Whisper filth into his ear until he was begging for it.

Dew wishes for a hotel. Wishes for a way to press Rain into a mattress and really give him everything he wants. He settles for dragging both of their pants down to their thighs. He offers his palm to Rain's mouth. He doesn't even have to ask. Rain licks a sloppy path up Dew's palm.

Dew wraps his slick hand around both of them. Rain's wet already, dripping precum, making the slide even easier. Dew covers Rain's mouth with his other hand just before Rain starts to whine. He basks in the muffled noises, the shake of Rain's body against his, the way Rain grips hard at his t-shirt. Rain fucks up into his fist. Dew does the same, holding his hand steady and rolling his cock against Rain's in coordinated strokes. "Can't wait to get you in a real bed," Dew whispers. "Gonna take such good care of you. Get you so loud the whole hotel knows exactly what I'm doing to you. Make everyone jealous." Rain shudders, the thrusts of his hips going erratic already. "You'd like that, huh? You wanna go to breakfast the next day covered in bruises. Make sure everyone in the whole building knows how good I fuck you." Rain's eyes roll up in his head. He bites down hard on Dew's palm when he cums. Cock kicking hard against Dew's, cumming in thick spurts all over both of them. "Oh fuck," Dew groans. Rain manages to pull one of his hands away from its death grip on Dew's shirt. He bats Dew's messy hand away and takes over, stroking him from root to tip, slicked with Rain's cum and the mix of their pre. Dew closes his eyes. His head thumps forward to rest against Rain's collarbone. "Satanas, Rainy. I'm gonna, shit." Dew turns his head to dig his fangs into Rain's pillow as he cums, adding to the mess between them. Rain pulls him into a kiss as he comes down. It's soft, easy, sleepy. Dew has just enough energy left to pull his pants back up before he's drifting off in the circle of Rain's arms. He'll deal with the mess in the morning.

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[am-i-interrupting]

helloooo! idk how tumblr works lol but could you mayhaps write something of viktor with an s/o who’s got hyperacusis (sound sensitivity/everything too loud) please and thank you ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

First things first, he is getting or making you several different types of noise canceling headphones/earbuds.

Some are completely noise canceling. Others just reduce the noise around you.

He is extremely careful to remind you of any loud noise that may happen.

If he’s about to hit something he’ll give you a warning.

If he needs to work with a loud machine he’ll tell you which and how long it will make this noise as well as what type of noise it’ll be so you can judge whether you want to be there or not.

He will also try to figure out how many people will be at an event before you go so you know how much noise to expect.

Quiet he may often be, if you’re out in public and someone is being particularly loud (be it talking or something they’re doing) if you can’t walk away from the situation he will be the one to hiss out a warning to be quiet with a hard look that more resembles a disgruntled, disappointed teacher than anything threatening but gets people to be quiet quickly nonetheless.

#I have this so it’s easy #viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor arcane x you

[clarepreed]

Don't Sweat It, Pt. 1

Story Content and Summary - 4,460 words. Ginnie and Holly have a weekend together, unaware that a dangerous medication interaction will interrupt their plans. Part One content: Hurt/comfort, explicit sex. 🏳️‍🌈

Previous installment: Practice

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Ginnie

The bus was too hot.

Ginnie clutched at the strap above her head, almost too high for her to reach. She stood buried in a pack of warm strangers, forced to smell their scents and feel their clothing textures. Sweat poured down her face and neck, trickling down her spine. She’d put in her noise-canceling earbuds, but they didn’t seem to help. She felt as though the commuters were all shouting over each other.

Ginnie’s body buzzed with discomfort, and she briefly closed her eyes, trying to reduce her level of stimulation. She had to open them again almost immediately, however, as the heat sent a wave of nausea rolling over her.

Don’t barf on the bus.

Don’t barf at all.

Jesus, you’re going to be disgusting by the time you get to Holly’s.

This time, a wave of despair hit her, and she felt her eyes water. The bus rocked to a stop as she rubbed her face on her sleeve, and people shuffled around her. Her backpack was in the way, jutting out from her back, but she didn’t feel comfortable holding it down near her feet like a lot of passengers did. She needed a free hand.

The bus rose from the curb and headed on to the next stop, which was, mercifully, Holly’s stop. Holly had promised to meet her there, which Ginnie thought was very sweet, though now she regretted she wouldn’t have time to collect herself.

Ginnie swayed with the movement of the bus, the fingers of her free hand tapping on her thigh. Her running shoes, tied to her backpack, swung back and forth as she rocked. She still sweat profusely, and felt damp patches growing under her arms and between her legs. The man to her side sniffed and stepped closer to her, forcing Ginnie to wedge herself tighter against the woman standing on her other side.

Finally, just as Ginnie’s breathing increased in pace and she could feel her heart pound in her ears, she felt the bus slow and edge toward the curb. Ginnie twisted to face the side entrance, muttering: “I’m getting off. Excuse me! I’m getting off!” She’d somehow gotten further away from the stairs than she’d intended, and she felt a rising sense of panic that she wouldn’t be able to get off the bus when it stopped.

“I need out!” she exclaimed, slightly louder, before releasing her handhold and pointing her hands into a wedge in front of her. One man shuffled to the side, but everyone else stared at her, no one quite sure where to go in the packed compartment. The smells in the bus seemed to warp and worsen as she pushed toward the exit. Hands brushed her arms, her legs, her stomach, her ass. 

The bus rocked to a stop, and the doors swung out. Ginnie let out a panicked gasp and forced her way between two people, her shoes swinging wildly behind her. Then she staggered down the steps and out into the sunshine. 

Ginnie stood on the sidewalk, agitated and disoriented, her skin wet and itchy. Her hands shook as she wiped sweat from her face, and her breath came fast. 

Holly abruptly stood in front of her, warm eyes worried. “Ginnie?” She heard Holly’s voice, faint over the music from her earbuds.

Ginnie fumbled with her earbuds, slipping them into the case she had wedged in her pocket. Without the noise cancellation, she could hear herself breathing, teetering on the edge of hyperventilation. Seeing Holly actually made everything a little worse; she’d wanted so badly to show up at Holly’s place looking cute and acting easy breezy, and now that was entirely ruined. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sucked in a shuddering breath.

“Ginnie, what—” Holly reached out, her hands hovering in the air between them. She frowned slightly, and then her eyebrows went up. “Let me take your bag? Please?”

Ginnie nodded and started shrugging out of her backpack. Holly helped her, then swung the bag over her own shoulders as Ginnie wiped her face again.

“Hey, I don’t want to overwhelm you, but are you okay?” Holly ushered Ginnie off the sidewalk and into the grass. “You look like I ought to take your pulse, hun.”

Holly looked so worried that Ginnie extended her hand, palm up. 

Holly cradled Ginnie’s wrist in her hand and pressed two fingers to her damp, delicate skin. A breeze kicked up, stirring Ginnie’s limp hair and laying a cool hand across her brow. 

“That’s not so bad,” Holly said. She held onto Ginnie’s arm, watching Ginnie’s face. Then she leaned over and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “Sorry, I just got a little worried. You look like you might fall over or take off running. I’m not sure. I… I want to ask you what happened, but maybe after we get to my place? Do you feel okay to walk?”

Ginnie nodded, and Holly grasped her hand and led her gently back onto the sidewalk. Ginnie clasped Holly’s hand between both of her own, the touch of skin on skin like an anchor binding her to the earth when moments before she thought she would fly apart. She didn’t even mind so much that her hand must be unpleasantly moist in Holly’s; if Holly noticed, she wasn’t saying anything. 

The walk to Holly’s apartment was under five minutes, and they took the elevator at Holly’s insistence. “I don’t want you to exert yourself, hun. You look red in spots and pale in others.”

Inside Holly’s apartment, she encouraged Ginnie to sit on the sofa while she got her a glass of water. Ginnie hunched over it with both hands wrapped around the cool glass, occasionally taking sips. Finally, she said: “I had a bit of a meltdown, I think. Just a bit.”

“Do you want a hug?”

Ginnie nodded, but she blurted out: “I’m really sweaty.”

“That doesn’t bother me, Ginnie.”

Ginnie nodded again and sat her glass on the coffee table. “Okay.”

Holly scooted closer and wrapped her arms around Ginnie, pulling her against her chest and drawing her head down toward her shoulder. “I’m sorry you had a bad trip, sweetheart.”

“It was so crowded on the bus,” Ginnie whispered.

“I saw that from the bus stop! I hate it when it gets like that!”

“Everyone was touching me and it was so loud and smelly. And I’m taking this new medication and I think it makes me sweat!” Ginnie sighed. “I wanted to look cute when I met you. Instead, I look like a wet rag.”

Holly pulled back enough to kiss Ginnie’s damp hair. “You look very pretty, Ginnie. Sweaty, yes. But very pretty.”

Ginnie lifted her head, intending to ask Holly to kiss her. The other woman anticipated her question, pressing her full lips to Ginnie’s pout. Holly’s kiss was soft but firm, and when they came up for air, she pressed a series of pecks to Ginnie’s jawline and cheeks. Ginnie giggled, relaxing back against the sofa.

“Good,” Holly said. “There’s your smile.”

“Smiling is really easy when I’m around you, Holly.” Ginnie watched with pleasure as a dusky blush crept across Holly’s cheekbones.

“That makes me happy.” Holly leaned back next to Ginnie. “So you started a new medication? Are you okay?”

Ginnie took Holly’s hand. “Yeah, it’s just for anxiety, mostly. Bu…. Bupropion? I’m still taking that beta blocker from the cardiologist, too.”

“It makes you sweaty? That sucks! Think it will get better? We have a bit to go until fall or winter!” Holly reached over and plucked a strand of hair away from Ginnie’s neck. “I hope you aren’t uncomfortable for long.”

“I hope it gets better! It has other side effects, too.” Ginnie, thinking of those side effects, felt a fresh wave of heat roll over her body, settling in her cheeks.

“Oh?” Holly gave her a sidelong glance. “What? What is it?”

“It makes me extra horny,” Ginnie said, her voice low and quiet.

“Ooh!” Holly said, grinning. “I like the sound of that!”

“I hope you meant it when you said ‘Netflix and Chill.’”

“Oh, I did,” Holly said, letting her hand drop onto Ginnie’s thigh. “I do. Do you want to take a cool shower before we start? We can put on our pajamas and I’ll set out the snacks and find something we can pretend to watch…”

Neither of them had said anything overtly sexual, and yet Ginnie could feel her body already responding. She was a little surprised; she was afraid her experience on the bus would wipe her out. But she was tingling, from her lips down to her leg beneath Holly’s hand, to the slickness between her thighs. Ginnie leaned toward Holly and gave her another quick kiss. “A shower and pajamas sounds fantastic.”

“I think you’ll feel a lot better after.” Holly stood, reaching down to pick up Ginnie’s bag and then extending her hand to Ginnie. “I’ll show you where everything is. Use anything you want.”

Ginnie accepted the hand up, murmuring a “thank you” and reaching for her bag. To her embarrassment, her hand trembled.

“Maybe we can talk about ways to see each other or times to see each other that don’t involve you getting sardined into a bus,” Holly said abruptly. Ginnie looked up at her in time to catch Holly’s look of concern. “I’m really sorry that happened, Ginnie.”

“The bus isn’t your fault. I like coming here because you don’t have a roommate. Aspen is… We would have to just stay locked in my room the whole time.” Ginnie grimaced. “I actually feel a lot better than I thought I would. Don’t worry.”

“Well, let me carry your bag to the bathroom, hun. I’ll show you where the towels and the hair dryer are.”

Holly

When Ginnie came out of the bedroom a half hour later, she looked refreshed and sweet in her mauve shorts and tank top set. She flashed Holly a smile.

“I’m sorry that took so long. I didn’t want to blast myself with hot air, so it took a long time for my hair to dry.” Ginnie’s hands flapped at her sides as she gave Holly an appraising look. “I like your pajamas.”

Holly was wearing her own pair of short shorts, paired with a cropped t-shirt. “I like yours, too. I’ve got snacks on the table if you’re hungry. And I have soda and sparkling water in the fridge.”

They curled up together on the sofa, mostly ignoring the snacks, while Holly clicked through a few selections on Netflix. Holly draped her arm around Ginnie’s slim shoulders and pulled her closer.

“I don’t know what to choose,” she said finally, laughing. “I don’t actually care what we watch.”

“Do you want to just turn on some music?” Ginnie shifted, leaning back to better see Holly’s face. “I would like to make out with you more than I would like to watch a movie. To be honest. If that’s okay.”

Holly laughed, a deep-throated chuckle, and immediately clicked off the television, tossing the remote on the coffee table. Then she said: “Hey, Google. Play ‘This is girl in red’ on Spotify. Volume level thirty.”

The smart speaker on the end table bleeped and then the sound of indie pop filled the room. Ginnie slid her arm around Holly’s waist. “Very on the nose. I like it.” Her fingers trailed back and forth across Holly’s exposed skin, slipping beneath the crop top to trace her bottom rib.

Holly bent her head and kissed Ginnie’s sweet bow mouth, heard her inhale sharply. Ginnie’s hand curved around Holly’s side, her thumb brushing the underside of her breast. Holly dropped her hand onto Ginnie’s thigh, running up and down the smooth expanse of skin. She felt Ginnie’s hand slide higher, and then her mouth suddenly broke from Holly’s as she gasped: “I can feel your heartbeat there!”

“How does it feel?” Holly asked, kissing Ginnie’s neck.

“Fast…”

“You caught me,” Holly whispered. She put her lips by Ginnie’s ear. “I want you, bad.”

Ginnie’s breath caught, and Holly took advantage of her open mouth to kiss her again, her tongue slipping past her lips. Ginnie rewarded her with a moan that vibrated against her lips. They spent the next few moments kissing, hands stroking each other’s skin. Ginnie’s hand cupped her breast, her thumb circling the nipple until it was taut and sensitive.

“I want to take your shirt off,” Ginnie said when they came up for air. Holly raised her arms, leaning away from the back of the sofa as Ginnie grasped the hem and pulled the shirt up and over her head. She laid it over the back of the sofa and then reached for Holly, palming both of her breasts and then cupping them in her small hands. “You’re so beautiful, Holly!”

Then she bent over and lapped her tongue over Holly’s right nipple, her lips closing around the nub. Holly let out a huff of air and fell back against the sofa, her hands cupping the back of Ginnie’s head, smoothing her corn silk hair. The sensation of Ginnie’s mouth suckling her nipple shot straight between her thighs, making her roll her hips restlessly. Ginnie switched to the other side, though this time she nipped gently with her teeth. The gesture surprised Holly, a low moan escaping her.

Ginnie moved over her, straddling one of her legs and giving Holly a deep kiss. Holly reached for the bottom of Ginnie’s shirt, pulling it up her back. Together, they pulled the shirt over Ginnie’s head and then they embraced, naked chests pressed against each other and mouths crashing back together. Holly ran her fingertips up Ginnie’s sides, felt her shiver. Then she reached down and grabbed her ass, sliding her hands beneath Ginnie’s flimsy shorts.

Holly thought about gathering Ginnie up in her arms and laying her flat on the sofa, but her mind countered with an image of Ginnie spread out on her bed. She pulled back and gasped: “I want to take you to the bedroom. Is that okay?”

“Yes, I—”

“Just hold on to me, hun. Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on.” As soon as Ginnie’s arms came around Holly’s neck, she stood, gripping Ginnie’s ass firmly with both hands. The smaller woman clung to her, legs and arms wrapped tight, their breasts pressed together and Ginnie’s lips close to Holly’s ear. Holly heard her giggle, her own mouth breaking into a broad smile.

In the bedroom, she bent over the bed, gently laying Ginnie out across the bedspread and feeling proud that she could do so smoothly and without dropping her on the mattress. 

Ginnie immediately reached up, exclaiming: “Oh my God, Holly, you’re so strong!” before pulling her down for a kiss. Holly laughed as their lips met, her face and chest growing warm. She lowered herself on top of her girlfriend, slipping her thigh between Ginnie’s. She felt Ginnie’s small, soft hands touching all over her, running up her sides, sliding up and down her back, gripping her shoulders, palming her breasts.

Ginnie ground up against her and gasped: “Roll over, Holly. I want to see you!”

Holly kissed her temple and then moved off of her, slipping off her shorts before rolling onto her back. She raised her arms and let her hands rest by her face as Ginnie kneeled on the bed beside her, her hands coming up to cup her own small breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, Holly.” Ginnie reached down and ran her hand up Holly’s thigh to her hip. Then she bent close and pressed a kiss to Holly’s sternum. Ginnie’s lips were warm as she kissed down Holly’s abdomen, pausing at her mons. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” Holly said breathlessly. “It’s very okay.”

“Scoot around,” Ginnie said, grinning. “I don’t want to fall off the bed.”

Holly complied, pleased to see Ginnie’s shorts come off while she was rearranging herself. Holly kept herself shaven, but Ginnie had a trimmed tuft of fair hair between her thighs. 

Ginnie crawled up Holly’s body to give her a lingering kiss, then sank back down, her hands guiding Holly’s thighs open. She laid down between them, kissed the insides of both. Holly felt Ginnie’s hair brush her most sensitive skin before she raked her hair back and scooted closer, one arm wrapping around Holly’s leg. Then she felt Ginnie’s fingers press against either side of her opening, rubbing gently.

“You’re pretty down here, too.” Her breath ghosted across Holly’s wetness, sending a shiver through her. Ginnie kept massaging, her touch growing firmer as Holly’s blood rushed south, making her swollen and needy as she lay splayed out on the bed. Then Ginnie moved her other hand around to draw a series of wide circles around Holly’s clit. Holly’s hips bucked involuntarily, and Ginnie leaned in and dragged her tongue from the bottom of Holly’s opening, through her wetness, and over her clit.

Moaning softly, Holly pushed herself up onto her elbows, wanting to see Ginnie’s mouth on her. Ginnie glanced up, colored pink, then flashed her a brief smile before returning her mouth to Holly’s sex. Quiet slurping sounds filled the air as Ginnie’s head bobbed, her wet mouth working on Holly’s clit. Then Holly felt the tip of Ginnie’s finger trace around her opening, gently prodding.

“Is this okay?” Ginnie asked.

“Yes!” Holly gasped as Ginnie’s lips puckered, drawing her sensitive nub out from beneath the hood. One of her slim fingers slipped inside and began pumping in and out, followed quickly by a second. Holly flopped back on the mattress, reaching out to rest her hands on Ginnie’s head. Her hips moved of their own accord, rocking gently against the fingers inside of her. “Don’t stop!”

Ginnie increased the speed of her fingers, her body shifting so that she had a better range of movement. Her ass came up into the air, providing Holly with an excellent view of her hips. She was panting and moaning now, her pelvic floor tightening as the sensations built. Her hands clutched the back of Ginnie’s head as her tongue and fingers danced and pumped. Holly felt Ginnie suck hard on her clit, followed by the flick of her tongue, and the contact sent her over the cliff. Her back bowed and her eyes squeezed shut, a loud groan of pleasure escaping her. 

She felt Ginnie move with her as her muscles contracted, as she made a strong effort not to pull too hard on Ginnie’s hair. She had just enough clear thought left to be fascinated that Ginnie seemed to know just when to back off, her mouth moving to plant a kiss on Holly’s mons, her hands stroking her thighs. Holly laid still for a moment, languidly catching her breath. “Come here,” she said, gesturing for Ginnie to come lay next to her.

Ginnie cuddled up beside her, looking somehow both fragile and satisfied with herself. She leaned in for a kiss, and Holly tasted herself on Ginnie’s lips. Holly rolled toward her, slipping her hand between the two of them, reaching for the tuft of hair between Ginnie’s thighs. Ginnie was soaking, and Holly’s first touch was enough to make her moan into their kiss.

Holly encouraged her to bend one knee and open herself, then rubbed her palm over Ginnie’s sex. “You’re so wet! I like how that feels…”

Ginnie made a small noise, a high-pitched mewl. Her back arched, and Holly pressed her mouth to the skin of Ginnie’s neck, suckling a path down toward her collarbone.

“I like that noise, kitten.” The new endearment slipped out of her, a surprise that seemed to fit. She nudged Ginnie onto her back and slid down so that her face was in line with her slit. Ginnie’s fair pubic hair glistened with arousal, and when Holly nuzzled her, she moaned and writhed beneath her. Holly grasped Ginnie’s thighs and pressed them wide. “I think I want to invest in some toys. A vibrator for sure.”

Ginnie’s moaned in affirmation. Holly pressed her thumbs on either side of her slit, massaging and stroking and watching as her girlfriend began to roll her hips, trying to push her attentions higher. 

“My favorite toy is a strap on,” Holly said, grinning as Ginnie gasped. “I like to give. Would you like me to buy one?”

Ginnie sucked in a quick breath to answer her, and Holly swept the flat of her tongue up to and over her clit. Ginnie tasted clean and tangy, her slit soaked with arousal. The other woman’s back arched, and she gasped out: “Yes!”

Holly flicked her tongue rapidly over Ginnie’s clit, holding her hips in place with her forearm. Then she trailed her fingers over Ginnie’s opening, teasing her with her fingertips. “Do you want me to penetrate you now?”

“Please!” Ginnie gasped. “Please, Holly!”

Holly slid her middle finger inside, suckling Ginnie’s clit as she did so. Ginnie cried out and drew her legs up, her hands shooting out to grip the bedspread. Holly added her index finger, pressing and rubbing up into her girlfriend’s depths. She flattened her other hand against Ginnie’s abdomen, holding her in place while she pleasured her.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Ginnie’s voice was high-pitched and breathy.

Holly increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. Ginnie’s legs moved erratically on either side of her head and she began to make quiet unh unh unh sounds, her breath coming ragged and fast. Then, as Holly lavished her clit with attention, Ginnie’s back suddenly bowed and Holly felt her muscles pulsate around her fingers. She let out a cry, her legs trembling as Holly continued to pin her hips down, holding her in place. 

Her body relaxed for a few seconds and then bowed up again, a more guttural cry tearing from her throat. Holly slowed and then removed her fingers, planted a kiss in Ginnie’s wet center. Then she crawled her way up beside her and drew her trembling body into her arms.

Ginnie cupped her face in her hands and kissed her. “Oh my God, Holly.”

“We’re good together,” Holly said. She pressed a kiss to Ginnie’s damp forehead. “I’d do that with you anytime, kitten.”

Ginnie smiled, then yawned. Holly pulled her upright and then turned back the covers, inviting her to slide in beside her. They wriggled their way underneath the covers together and laid there in a soft tangle until they fell asleep.

Ginnie

Sometime later, Ginnie woke with a start, aware she wasn’t home but uncertain where she was. She laid there for a moment, fingers groping the unfamiliar sheets, eyes straining in the dark.

Holly’s familiar, comforting scent grounded her.

Holly’s place.

Ginnie relaxed, curling toward her girlfriend’s warmth in the dark. This was their first night sleeping together; she was bound to wake up a few times in confusion. She slid her arm over Holly’s sleeping form, expecting her to be warm and soft. It startled her to find her rigid and shaking. A worrisome noise, a cross between a whimper and a gasp, made Ginnie sit up in the dark.

“Holly?” Ginnie groped around for her shoulder and squeezed it. “Holly! What’s wrong?”

Holly let out a moan, and Ginnie shook her gently, wondering if she should try to turn on a light. On the third shake, Holly came to with a gasp, her eyes glinting in the dark.

“Holly! Were you having a bad dream?” Ginnie ran her hand up and down Holly’s arm, distressed that she didn’t know what was wrong or how to fix it. She heard Holly sniffle. “Hold on, I’m going to turn on a light!”

“Hey, Google,” Holly said, her voice shaking. “Turn on the bedroom lamp.”

The light on Holly’s side of the bed clicked on, and Ginnie was dismayed to see tears tracking down Holly’s cheeks. Her eyes looked wet and lost, wide in the lamplight. “Oh, what’s wrong?! May I hug you?”

“Please.” Holly’s voice wobbled, and when Ginnie wrapped her arms around her, she turned her face into Ginnie with a shudder. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No, it’s okay!” Ginnie squeezed her tight. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Holly was silent for several seconds, then she whispered: “You know, normally I would say that’s okay, we can just go back to sleep. And then lay here not sleeping.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Ginnie rubbed her back. “And you don’t have to lie here in the dark. We can go watch a movie.”

Holly squeezed her back and then pulled away, swiping the back of her hand across her eyes. She dropped her hands down into her lap and spoke, her voice muted. “I keep having these nightmares.”

Ginnie rested her own hands on her thighs, fingers tapping as she waited.

Holly wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m in a dark place, alone. I’m… in pain, but I can’t move. It’s cold, and… I don’t know why it’s so scary, it just is!”

She sounded so sad that Ginnie reached out instinctively and put her hands over Holly’s.

“I know it doesn’t sound that frightening. But it seems like it goes on forever and I’m just in anguish and I can’t do anything about it.” Holly heaved a sigh. “It’s been happening since I got out of the hospital.”

Ginnie reached up and smoothed Holly’s hair, then wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sounds horrible. I’m so sorry that’s happening to you. Oh, Holly…”

“Lay back down with me,” Holly said, clasping Ginnie’s hands and pulling her down with her as she laid her head on her pillow. “I’ll be okay. It’s nice having someone here. It’s nice having you here.”

Ginnie laid beside her and then gestured for her to come closer. “Come here. I’ll hold you.” She directed Holly’s head onto her chest and they arranged themselves beneath the covers. Holly’s hair felt silky beneath her hand as she stroked it. She knew they wouldn’t be able to sleep the rest of the night like this, but she would let her limbs go numb if it meant Holly felt better.

“Do you have bad dreams?” Holly whispered. “About what happened to you?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“I dream about that, too.”

“And I have nightmares about what happened at the restaurant. To you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Literally none of it is your fault.” Ginnie continued to stroke her hair. Holly’s scent soothed her own nerves, and she relaxed into the mattress. “You saved me. And you survived. The rest is just anxiety, I think.”

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Part Two

#resus writing #wlw love

[bibibi-tchx]

HAI BBYGIRL I 💜 UUUUUU MORE FANART ON THE WAYYY

Oki butttt I was wondering if, as a prompt, Dom has had a bit of a hard time with the noises from the crowd and music, and TJD got him some noise reducing headphones/earbuds???? I think that would be so cute (and relatable. Probably parasocial but I have autism and bad sensory issues, and see myself in him a lotttttttt)(both ur au and irl) but yeah haiiiiii ><

HEHE HI GOOB!! 💙 U TOO MY FRIEND!!

and yes imma happily whip up some overstimulated dom- i get exactly where ur coming from with it <3

#cloves anons #ficstuff #littledominik

[indigostudies]

some study tips i’ve picked up over time! not all of them will apply to everyone, but these are the ones i’ve found useful.

- if i’m in a completely silent area, i’m much more likely to be distracted due to a lack of stimulus, so i bring earbuds with me so i can have music playing while i’m working. for me, the best sort of music is music that i’ve already listened to—it gets somewhat tuned out and turned into background noise, whereas new music catches my attention and distracts me from what i’m doing (foreign language music in a language i do NOT understand also works!)

- hydration and food!!!! i usually eat first, and then study—i have a much easier time focusing if im not hungry. for water, it’s imperative for me to keep my water bottle nearby and full—as soon as i run out of water, i make myself get up and fill it back up again, because i’m prone to dehydration headaches and drowsiness, which impedes my workflow.

- taking notes by hand! specifically, i take all my notes in onenote, which automatically lengthens the page as you reach the bottom, and has multiple different types of pen options, and options to display grids and lines. this cuts out my need to remember to bring specific notebooks on specific days, since i always bring my laptop with me—i make a new notebook each quarter, and then create a section for each class i have, and a new page of notes each day. i find that handwriting my notes helps me remember the material better. (also, it’s far less expensive to use onenote than to buy new notebooks each quarter.)

- repetition, repetition, repetition! i have a TOFU deck dedicated specifically to my chinese vocab, and i use anki for flashcards for my other classes (i used anki a LOT in my intro to linguistics course, because i found it hard to remember the place/manner of articulation and language families by myself).

- don’t be afraid to ask questions in class! usually if you’re confused by something, a prof will be more than willing to explain it—and if they don’t have time in class, you should email them or go to their office hours. if you have a hard time articulating yourself on the spot, the latter options might be better—you can write out your questions beforehand and articulate yourself, and then either send them as an email or take them with you to office hours.

- find some variation of study time that works best for you—personally, i study for half an hour, then allow myself ten minutes to do something unrelated (tumblr, read a book, grab a snack, etc). you might prefer the traditional pomodoro method, or maybe something else!

- when studying for exams/quizzes or reading assigned papers/texts, i set some sort of goal with a reward tied to the end. for example, if i need to read three research papers within the day, i’ll allow myself to watch an episode of a show i like after reading each paper (usually this works best with shows under 45 minutes per episode—otherwise i “fall out” of studying mode and it’s hard to start again). this way i get to do something fun, while also feeling like i’m accomplishing the academic things i need to do.

- rewrite notes before exams! usually people recommend you make a study guide, but that’s something i struggle to do, so instead, i’ll go through my notes and write down anything i couldn’t remember onto a new note sheet—this way, i review what’s already in my mind and reinforce it, as well as reminding myself of things that i may not be as familiar with.

- be aware of your degree requirements when planning what classes you’ll take! this will save you headache in the long run, reducing the likelihood that you’ll miss a requirement and have to study longer than you were expecting. i’ve personally never been in this situation, but i know others who have, and it’s very frustrating.

- plan times where you do something besides academic work! this was the hardest for me, because academics, and specifically what i’m studying, are my greatest passion, but if you don’t have something else, non-academic related, to do, you run the risk of burning out very quickly. look around campus, or on announcement boards—there’s probably posters or posts about various clubs, activities, etc! for me personally, i swim a couple times a week at the gym, go to craft nights after class, and attend open lectures hosted by the departments i’m in, or ones that simply interest me.

- if you’re studying a language, find a way to incorporate that into your life! get to know your peers, join a language club on campus, or attend speaking sessions, if your professor offers them.

- if your class has practice exams, take them! these are a great way to figure out what areas you’re less sure of, and can help you figure out what you need to focus on when you study for your exams.

- always take extra credit if possible. you never know when you might have a bad day, and forget to turn in an assignment or miss class, and extra credit is one of the first ways you can be proactive about this.

- don’t get upset at yourself for not being able to do things the same way your peers can! for me, this means that when i get back to my dorm after classes end for the day, i spend at least two hours just laying in my bed, because i have no physical or mental wherewithal to do anything but, at most, scroll tumblr or read an ebook. you might have to find unique ways to compensate for these differences—for example, if i have three assignments due at the end of the week, i do them over multiple days rather than trying to rush and do them all the night before they’re due—, but in the long run, you’ll do better both mentally and academically.

#indigostudies #if anyone has specific questions i can also answer those! but i thought these might be helpful :) #indigo ink

[winchestersworld4]

Crazy Girls on Planes

Reader gets a shock when a stranger on a plane shows her a little kindness on a bad day. 

Word Count: 6400

Would love for any other writers to jump on and help me navigate tumblr, I’ve only used fanfiction in the past, let me know if I’m totally screwing this up over here!

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“I don’t understand… I-I have my ticket?” You repeated yet again to the flight attendant as you stood in the isle of the plane while everyone loaded.

“Yes ma’am, I’m aware. Apparently, there was a glitch in the system and the same seat was booked twice. Once for you, and once for the gentlemen who’s currently seated with his friends.”

You looked up to the group of frat boys, sighing as you realized winning this battle would be just as worse of a punishment as losing it would be, anywhere else on the plane would be better than being the girl who forced their friend away.

“Is there anywhere else I can sit?” You asked with a polite smile. The last thing you wanted to do was get off of this damn plane when you worked so hard to force yourself to get on it. You knew if you got back off, there was a chance you’d call him.

You’d cave.

You’d go back.

You couldn’t let that happen, because fuck him. He doesn’t get to choose for you anymore.

“We’re gonna finish boarding everyone back here, but I think we may be able to place you in first class. We had a cancellation at the last minute.”

“Okay, thank you.” You breathed. You waited about 10 more minutes standing awkwardly at the attendant’s area until she came back for you.

“This way please.” She smiled wide. “We found a great spot for you, it is however the window. If you don’t mind?”

“No that’s fine. Anything is fine.”

“Okay, follow me then!”

You followed her to the front of the plane, sitting in the 3rd row of seats to the window against the left side of the plane. You smiled when you realized the seat next to you was empty. First class was much nicer, only two seats but the same space as the 3 seat isles, so you could breathe your own air. You preferred the isle because you get claustrophobic, you’re already terrified of planes, and you were still on edge from the dramatic break up that took place only hours ago.

You were a mess.

Anxious. Sad. Angry.

Messy bun and scrub pants, and your favorite old hoodie on in between.

Your make up was left over, and thank you Jesus for lash extensions because without them you’d look like a chronically ill person. They were the only thing giving your face some dimension right now as they contrasted with your eye color.

You sat back and closed your eyes. Angry that you had forgotten your ear buds and had taken the last of your anxiety medication on the plane ride up here.

You tried to make your mind wander as you listened to the flight attendants move about and make final preparations, but just as you were sure it was time to close up and start the safety speech someone came jogging up the aisle.

A tall man in a black cap, black jacket, and blue jeans rushed to the seat beside you. You instantly turned to face the window, not wanting to make conversation. It was obvious as he slightly huffed to catch his breath that he had almost missed the flight and was probably running through the airport from God knows where.

He settled in quietly and you could barely see him glance at you from your peripheral vision as he placed his ear buds in and the flight attendants began their speech now that all the doors were closed.

The plane began to make its way down the runway and the engine got louder and louder.

THIS was why you HAD to have your earbuds, or ear plugs, or anything to help reduce the noise. For some reason every groan of the engines and clicking noise convinced you that the engine was going to fail and you’d fall out of the sky to your death.

It was loud and overwhelming and you tried to force yourself to take deep breaths as the plane increased in speed. The wheel bumped against something on the ground and shook the cabin, you instantly reached over and grabbed the arm rests, except one of them was occupied and you grabbed a hand by mistake.

“Whoa, you okay sweetheart?” The man asked taking his ear bud out as you pulled your hand back after shortly making contact with him.

“Sorry.” You barely breathed out as you forced yourself to push air in and out of your lungs. Biting down on your lip as the wheels lifted and the plane lifted into the air.

“It’s okay, almost over.” He said as he reached down and grabbed your hand, letting you squeeze his far too hard as he rubbed his thumb in circles.

Finally, the plane became slightly calmer and more level, and you were finding yourself able to take in one solid deep breath as you opened your eyes.

“You good now?” He asked gently.

“Yes. I’m so, so sorry!” You sighed as you turned to look at him, pulling your hand away slowly as he released you. You thought you were as embarrassed as you possibly could be forcing a stranger to hold your hand because you’re a chicken shit, but no.

Oh no.

It gets so much better.

“Oh… my.” You stuttered as you finally looked up to his face. “Yo-you’re Jensen Ackles.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “That’s what my passport says.”

You looked at him, still slightly stunned as he looked back. Then you slightly leaned forward and pressed your fingers against your head as you began to laugh quietly, a sudden case of the giggles finding its way to you at the absolute worse time- now he definitely thinks you’re crazy.

“Uhhh… I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.” He mused.

“Oh. I-I am. I’m so sorry. It just…” You threw your hands up slightly. “God obviously has a sense of humor.”

Jensen stared at you with a funny look on his face before he lifted his hand to get the attention of the attendant not far from him, you watched in horror. Convinced he was going to ask for a new seat and you had hit an entirely new low in your life.

“Excuse me, can we get two jack and cokes? On my tab please.” He smiled, she nodded and he thanked her.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously.

“Well. I’m buying you a drink, and then you’re going to tell me about God’s sense of humor.”

“That’s basically my life in one catchphrase.” You smirked.

“Well sweetheart we got about 4 hours left.” He challenged. “You obviously know my name, what’s yours?”

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Well (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you formally. I’m Jensen.”

“Oh, I’ve met you before.” You teased, unsure of where this confident humor was coming from since you’d been sulking or crying for the last 12 hours.

“Oh, so we’re old friends?” Jensen smiled as your drinks arrived. He pulled down his tray and set them both there in front of him. He nodded to yours as he picked his up for a swig.

“Oh no, not at all.” You said taking a small sip. “You were meeting hundreds of people that day, I probably blended into the background of your memory.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He challenged and you blushed.

“To be fair, I wasn’t acting like a lunatic that day so I may not have made the impression I’ve made today.”

“I don’t think you’re a lunatic, (Y/N). I think you’re upset. I think you need a drink and a chance to get whatever is in your head out in the open.”

You looked down and twisted your hands back and forth in your lap. Debating on just ripping the wound wide open and definitely letting him think you were a lunatic or airing on the side of caution.

“It was a con, I bet.” He mumbled while he waited for you to weigh out his offer.

“It was.” You chuckled. “I got a photo-op and an autograph, nothing spectacular on my part, but man you were the highlight of my day.”

You shook your head back and forth and leaned back against your seat as you took another sip.

“Well, so far you’ve been the highlight of mine. Today sucked.”

“I’m sorry.” You said honestly as you gave him a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad I could make it interesting.”

“I’m glad I could show you God’s sense of humor, how was that again?”

You sighed and smiled up to him.

“I am… a fucking mess right now.” You said plainly. Taking another drink before you started, letting the alcohol drop your guard a little. “I jumped on this plane to run away from my problems. I’m terrified of flying. I’m out of my meds that I usually taken when I have to fly. I left half of my shit in the hurry to pack, so I have no ear buds which is why we’re having this conversation now. I am wearing scrub pants because to be honest that’s all I ever wear, even when I’m not working- sue me. They’re easy to clean. I haven’t brushed my hair in a day, and I’m sure I’m only wearing make up on one half of either of my eyes. So yes… to sit beside Jensen Ackles on a plane, today of ALL days. Is God’s sense of humor.”

You threw back the last of your drink before setting the glass bottoms up on his tray table.

“Although, between you and the frat boys who would have hated me in coach, this is definitely the better option.”

“Yeah, how did you end up here anyways? I always book both seats and cancel one at the very last minute so I don’t have to sit with anyone. I was sure I had the wrong seat at first, but I double checked and here I was. Well technically, I was by the window. But I’m not picky.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You said feeling bad now that you’ve invaded his space.

“No- no don’t. I’m glad you’re here. These 4 hours are going to fly by.”

“Haha, cheesy plane jokes.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to hide the stupid grin plastered on your face. “They double booked my seat, and the guy who’s in it is one of about six frat guys all sitting together. The flight attendant took pity on me and offered me the last minute cancellation.”

“Lucky you.” Jensen winked.

“Yes. Any other day, lucky me.”

Jensen called for 2 more drinks as he drank the last of his as well.

“So what are you running from?”

“Uhhhh… I just left my fiancé about oh… 7 hours ago. On the day of his sister’s wedding.”

“Wow.” Jensen nodded.

“Yeah. Uh. Kinda hard to stick it out when you find him fucking the maid of honor in the bathroom, but… It was a long time coming anyways. I think I tried to ignore all the flags, and God’s sense of humor gave me one I couldn’t ignore.”

“So you think he had been unfaithful before too?”

“Probably, but it wasn’t just that. It was the controlling everything in my life that started to suffocate me. I mean. When we first started dating it was so nice to have someone order for me and surprise me at dinner or push me to try something new. It was nice to have someone else drive everywhere. It was romantic to let him make plans for us.”

“But…” Jensen pushed, glad he was finally getting you to open up a little.

“When we got engaged, it was like a whole new level. As soon as I said yes he started pushing. First it was how we were going to tell everyone and who I was going to call first. I wanted to call my mom, but instead we made a surprise appearance at his parent’s dinner party so they could be the first ones to know. They put it on Facebook before I ever even got to call my mom.”

“Ouch. That one was a tough one I’m sure.”

“Not really. My mom was very understanding, which made me feel worse.” You shrugged as your second round of drinks arrived and you reached for yours with a small ‘thanks’.

“How long were you together?”

“Together almost 4 years, engaged about a year and half of that. We were trying to plan the wedding, but he shot down everything I’ve asked or picked out so it wasn’t getting us very far, although I guess I should be thankful for that now.”

“Yeah, but. It’s okay if you’re not.”

You looked up to him, kind of surprised that he wasn’t chanting some new single life mantra. Jensen had always come off as happy go lucky, and upbeat. You were betting on him to be the kind that cheered you on with a ‘fuck him’ and a ‘you deserve so much more’ blah blah blahh…

“It’s okay if you miss him.” Jensen said softly. “It’s okay if you second guess this. If you get scared and wonder if you made the right choice by leaving and not trying to work it out.”

You continued to stare at him, slightly dumfounded.

“It’s okay to feel like you’re going to mourn that part of your life. I mean… you’re what. 25? 4 years is a long time in your 20s. It’s a lot of changes and growth in that period of time, and it’s okay if you are sad about losing someone who was there for so much of it.”

“Why do you make it sound so normal?” You whispered.

“Because it is normal, (Y/N).” He assured you. “It’s normal to miss someone even if they were shitty. It’s normal to grieve the things you lost, even if they were things that hadn’t happened yet. You can still be happy to get away from such a terrible person, but miss everything you had.”

You looked away from him and out the window, trying to force the tears at the brim of your eyes to go back in. You did NOT want to cry in front of this man.

“Also- fuck him. You will be so better off without him.” Jensen then said with a cheery smile which made you turn back to him and giggle slightly.

“Yeah. I think you’re right about that.”

“So was the rock big?” He asked as he bounced his eyebrows.

“Yes. It’s huge actually.” You said as you fished it out of your pocket and held it up to him. He let out a low whistle.

“Well I just so happen to know that by law he cannot ask for this back, it was a gift. Any lawyer will side with you, and you should cash that baby in for a vacation you actually want to go on.”

“That, actually sounds amazing.” You smiled as you took another small sip.

“Where would you go?”

“Probably somewhere in the mountains. Don’t get me wrong, the beach is fun. The ocean and the sand, I love it. But it’s the only place we’ve vacationed in years, he had no interest in the mountains. I wanna wake up, look outside and see snowcaps and ridges for miles. Cold air and warm blankets. Fire place at night, stars brighter than I ever get to see back home.”

“Well then it sounds like you’ve got a vacation to book. I actually have a trip booked to Colorado in the next few months… maybe, uh. We can bump into each other and I’ll buy you another drink.”

“Oh that is sweet of you, but you are totally not obligated to take pity on the sloppy woman who stole your seat on the plane.” You assured him, looking down at your feet as you spoke.

“Did this asshole also tell you that you had to be put together to be beautiful? Because if he did he’s an even bigger shit bag. If I was taking pity on you, I’d offer you the extra pair of ear buds out of my bag and  order another drink for myself.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Ackles. Why would you wanna do something like that? I could be crazy… I mean. More crazy then I’ve already displayed myself to be.”

“Because.” He chuckled. “You’re real. You’re not trying to impress me or show off. You’re not terrified to hold conversation, and I’m pretty sure God shared his sense of humor with you- that is sexy as hell. On your worst day you’ve turned mine around. So, I’d love to see what you got for me on a good day.”

You sat back and blushed, chewing on your lip slightly, trying to figure out if you had passed out in the airport and are currently having some vivid dream. Before you could reply, Jensen reached over and pinched you.

“Ow, what was that for?!”

“You’re not dreaming, (Y/N). This is not in your head. This is God’s sense of humor playing out to your favor… at least I hope you see it that way.”

“Well I didn’t spend 300 bucks for a photo op not to be a little shell shocked when Jensen Ackles asks me for a drink in the mountains…” You countered with a coy grin.

“Good. Consider it a date. We’re going the last weekend of September.”

“Should I just search the whole state for you?”

“No.” He laughed. “We’re gonna be in Breckenridge.”

“Okay… Breckenridge. Last weekend of September.” You nodded. He smiled back. “So why did you have a bad day today?”

“No way. I’m not complaining about my day after hearing about yours.” He shook his head.

“C’mon… you let me vent. Bought me liquor. Let me steal your seat- which had I known, I would have definitely taken the aisle because I’m claustrophobic as hell.”

“You think you’d be more comfortable if we swapped?”

“Actually… I’m not feeling so claustrophobic at the moment. Just. Warm and fuzzy.” You winked. He smiled back and bit down on his bottom lip. You swore you could have died in that exact moment and been happy on your way to the pearly gates. “Tell me about your day, Ackles.”

“Well.” He sighed. “I had to fly up for a funeral… old friend from school.”

“Jensen I’m so sorry.” You said reaching out and placing your hand on his instinctively. Many years in the hospital had taught you that death and dying sometimes just required a supportive touch, and you were quite accustomed to hugging and hand holding for family members as they grieved.

“It’s okay, he had been sick a long time. He’s not suffering, he’s at peace. He was loved, and that’s all any of us really want to have at the end of the day, right?”

“Yeah. It is. He must have been a great person to be important to you. You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who makes friends with assholes.”

“No, just crazy girls on a planes.” He teased. You let go of his hand to slightly shove him, but he quickly reached for it again. Your whole body felt a warm flush. “He was a great guy, we played ball together growing up. I feel bad, we lost touch for quite a while… just. Life got busy ya know?”

“That’s not your fault. That’s part of growing up.”

“I kept saying I was gonna fly in and visit with him, but… I waited to long. So today was the closest I got to being able to do that. I’m thankful for phones and stuff though, at least we got time to catch up from a distance.”

“I’m sure that meant a lot to him too, he probably knew your life was chaos right now with filming the show and everything. To know that you still thought of him, and made the time to talk to him. Even if it wasn’t in person. I’m sure that left an impact on him and his family.”

“Thanks, I hope so.” He sighed and then turned, obviously ready to change topics. “So, tell me something you’ve never said out loud.”

You pursed your lips as your eyes narrowed on him slightly, trying to decide if you should really let yourself get this vulnerable with Jensen Ackles of all people.

“I would probably let Sam Elliot tap this ass even when he’s 95 and can’t get it up.”

At that Jensen burst out in laughter, and you swore that you could never get tired of hearing that sound. He caught his breath, and turned to you.

“You are not the typical woman, are you?”

“Not so much.” You shrugged. “Or you’ve gotten me slightly drunk and I’ve made a fool of myself so far, not much worse I can do.”

“I’d cop a feel on Betty White purely to say I got to touch em.” Jensen countered. You gave him a look of mock surprise.

“Sir, how distasteful and absolutely attractive of you… I second that.” You said tapping your glass against his as you both took another small drink. “Okay. Honest answer. I know people say all the time that they would do everything the same, that things happen for a reason or whatever. But… there are things I would change. If I could go back, I’d never waste all the time I could have used for better things. I would have travelled more. I would have worked harder in school to avoid loans.”

“Call me crazy, but I’m glad you can’t because then I would have had an extremely sad plane ride home.”

“You never know… you may have met someone else. Someone pretty and fun to distract you.”

“I did meet someone pretty and fun, even if she is a little sad herself.”

You locked your eyes on his and you both sat there for a few seconds longer than necessary. Like you were really seeing each other for the first time.

“What about you, Ackles. Tell me something no one knows about the man who plays the great Dean Winchester.”

“Okay…” He took in a deep breath. “Dean and I have a few things in common. One of those being that all that cocky flirting is more of a front for a guy who struggles to accept that he deserves good things, wonders if he’s doing enough with his life.”

You tipped your head to the side slightly. Shocked to hear such an honest and vulnerable confession from him. You expected it to be a dirty secret from his time in Hollywood or something.

“What?” He asked, suddenly a little nervous as he tapped his foot and readjusted himself.

“You.”

“Me?”

“You honestly don’t understand how much you mean to people do you?” You said with a soft smile. “At that Con, there were so many people who were meeting you for the first time. All I could hear all day long was how nice you were to them, how you treated them like a real person, how you made them feel like you WANTED to be there with them. For some of them it was the highlight of their entire year… You made a difference to them. Not Dean- you. And those are just the strangers you met, listening to Jared or Misha or anyone else talk about how you treat people on set. How you show the upmost respect for any woman in a compromising scene. The way you protect Jared, take care of him. He’s honest enough with the fans that we all know he struggles. We all know that you love him, and that you obviously take care of the people you love. YOU Jensen, deserve good because you give good.”

“You hardly know me.” He shrugged.

“I know enough.” You countered. “You have done nothing but treat me much better than I deserve today. You will be the only reason I’ve smiled in the last 24 hours.”

“Thank you. For all of that…” He paused. “Man, this ex of yours must be a real dumbass to push around someone like you. Can I be honest with you for a moment, and you not get offended?”

“Sure.”

“From what little interaction we’ve had, I am honestly shocked you put up with someone pushing you around for so long. Let someone else make your decisions for you. You just don’t seem like the kind of woman who let’s anyone tell her what she can or can’t do. How the hell did he get you? And how did he manage to keep you for so damn long?”

You looked down to your lap again, chewing on your lip.

“Hey, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have.” He said noting the way you shut down almost immediately.

“We’re being honest right?” You said looking up to him. “No judgements?”

“No judgement… just a guy and a girl on a plane having a conversation. Call it Vegas, what’s said here, stays here.”

“I’m terrified of being alone.” You admitted quietly, a tear threatening to make its way down your face. You coughed to push the strain out of your voice before you continued. “He was so invested in me. He came into my life at a time when I didn’t have a lot of people, and he made himself present in every aspect I needed someone to be. I needed someone to be there when I was going through school and having a hard time, or help with rent when school required more time and my job fired me. I needed someone to force me out of the house, to make me call and speak to my friends and family when I hid myself in this box because I was too far in my own head to get out. It sounds so pathetic, and I hate it.” Your voice cracked for a minute and Jensen reached out and laced his fingers in yours again. “But I have no idea how to be alone, I forced myself to get on this plane because I knew I’d talk myself out of leaving him purely because I’m scared. I’m scared to go home alone.”

You avoided looking up, terrified to see the look on his face. He probably got way more than he bargained for there and surely he’ll be rescheduling his vacation now so that he doesn’t have to deal with you after today. You can’t blame him. He probably thinks you’re going to attach yourself to him now, what a nightmare that would be… the awkward silence was suffocating all of a sudden.

“You are probably the bravest person I’ve met.” He said after a few seconds longer. You looked up to him like he was the crazy one. He reached up and wiped the stray tear that fell down your face. “Oh, I’m serious. I mean, the fact that you’re on this plane. Means that you just looked your fear in the face and told it to fuck off. It means you realized you deserved more, and you went for it. That takes guts, sweetheart. If no one else on the planet will ever know that, and tell you how proud they are- then I will. Because I’m damn proud of you.”

“Well at least someone is.” You sighed as you leaned against his shoulder, surprising even yourself at the move. You were even more surprised when he let go of you and reached down, pushing up the arm rest that separated the two of you, then he swung his arm over your shoulders and let his thumb trace against your arm.

It was the single most comforting thing you’d felt in months.

“You know, you’re not sad or pathetic. He probably did love you, at some point. How could he not?” You looked up to him and rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that graced your face without your permission. “I’m serious, (Y/N). It’s not sad and I doubt you were getting played from the start. He probably fell in love with you, and who you were as a person. But I also think he recognized that fear in you, and eventually started to use it to his advantage… and that’s not love. He probably ended up cheating because even though he no longer loved you, he knew he could always control you and that part of him wasn’t going to let you leave.”

“Jensen Ackles… actor, director, singer, and now certified therapist for crazy women on planes.” You joked with a smirk. He replied with a classic Dean Winchester smile and you lost the ability to breathe for a moment.

“I just can’t stand the thought of you getting off of this plane feeling defeated, because you should feel so proud of yourself. You shouldn’t go home dwelling on how you wasted all those years. I think he loved you for some of those years, and he obviously helped you through some hard times. It wasn’t a waste, but it just wasn’t what you needed any longer. You need to know you can stand on your own two feet and the world won’t end, because I promise sweetheart it won’t.”

Just as you went to reply the plane began to move unnaturally and you placed a death grip on Jensen’s knee, your other hand reaching up for his as he held you a little tighter.

“We’re okay. It’s just turbulence.” He said softly as your breathing increased and you closed your eyes once again.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” The captain came over the speaker “We’re hitting a bit of rough patch, we’re going to be out of it shortly as we descend a few hundred feet to get below the storm, please remain seated and fasten your seat belts.”

You and Jensen separated slightly as you both refastened your seatbelts and the attendant came by to gather your empty drinks.

“You okay?” He asked as you both settled again and he placed his hand on your knee this time. He flipped over his palm to face up and you took the hint and wrapped both of your hands around his.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “No more jokes about the world ending while we’re this high up off the ground.”

Jensen chuckled and nodded.

“That’s fair. You don’t fly much do you?”

“No… the flight to the wedding was actually my first one in years. I had one back in highschool, but it was a nightmare.”

“What happened?”

“Turbulence.” You said with eyebrows raised as you looked at him accusingly. He smiled. “It was horrible, it went on for over an hour, they dropped the oxygen masks at one point and everything. I was sure that was it. I never got back on one after that, but my ex insisted that we fly instead of driving because he didn’t want to ‘look tired’ in the wedding photos.”

“You’re facing all kinds of fears today, aren’t you?”

“You must feel much better about yourself after all this. Knowing that you have so much going for you. That you don’t let things like this scare you.”

“There are plenty of things that scare me.”

“Name one.”

“Not being able to be myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… there are so many people who have an image in their head of who I am. What I’m like… and I don’t want to disappoint them, be less than they see. Let them down. Fans. Friends, family. I’m scared I won’t measure up if people really knew me.”

“So you’re facing a fear today too then, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I guess I am… are you disappointed?”

“The exact opposite, actually. Even if you didn’t tell me I was pretty and ask me for a drink… you were kind. You treated me like a friend, you’re funny, and damn you look better in person than on TV and I didn’t think that was possible.”

He chuckled to himself and blushed.

“Sorry… alcohol kills my head to mouth filter.”

“I like it that way. Unfiltered. Real… that’s the way you should always be around the people you love. If they can’t love you for who you are without the filters then fuck ‘em.”

“Take your own advice there, Jens.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Easier to say it than to do it.”

“You’re doing pretty well so far.”

“You make it easy, ya know? I don’t feel like I have to fake it around you. I don’t have to be the person you thought I was before we got on this plane.”

“I’m a people person.” You shrugged. “Comes with the job.”

“What do you do? The scrubs… I’m guessing medical field?”

“I’m a nurse.” You smiled.

“In the words of Dean Winchester… Respectable.” He nodded, you laughed at the reference to the show.

“Haha, I always did love that they married you off to a nurse.”

“You work in a hospital?”

“Yep. Cardiac, I can mend a broken heart.” You joked.

“Good to know.” Jensen nodded. The plane shook again. “I’m guessing all this stress isn’t doing that heart of yours any good, huh?”

“Probably no worse than the amount of caffeine I’ve had in the last 24 hours.”

“I always heard nurses make the worst patients.”

“Facts, Ackles. That’s shamelessly true. It’s because we see everything that can go wrong, we don’t want to know what’s gonna kill us.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah well.” You shrugged. “Sometimes I think we get calloused to minor things, unless someone is gushing blood or stops breathing then it can wait. Including ourselves.”

“I’m storing that knowledge for the future when I have to drag you kicking and screaming to a doctor’s office.”

“Future knowledge, huh?” You asked with a smile you couldn’t hide.

“You never know. The next few months will be big for you, lots of change. I don’t wanna disrupt your healing process here, but uh. I’m definitely looking forward to Colorado now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be booking that as soon as I get home.” You grinned. “I wouldn’t mind having a friend to check in with every once in a while, if he’s not too busy.”

“I think he could make time for that.”

You reached down into your bag, pulling a piece of paper out and using the pen from the back of the seat in front of you to jot down your number, you slid it over to him and he bit down on his lip as he slid it into his pocket.

“One more hour, Ackles. What do you wanna know?” You said as you glanced at the watch on his wrist.

“I wanna know whether or not your ex is going to come home and screw with you, did you guys share an apartment or anything?”

“Rent house. In his name, nothing is in my name actually. Control freak remember?”

“You have somewhere to go?”

“I’ll probably crash with my sister until I get an apartment. Gonna have to find one that takes dogs, because I’m not going without Sketti.”

“Sketti?” Jensen asked skeptically.

“Yes. Sketti. My niece couldn’t say spaghetti and when he was just a baby she ran around yelling sketti and he just seemed to think she was talking to him, so that’s what I named him.”

“What is he?” He smiled.

“Golden Retriever. Big ole derp, but he’s my best friend.”

“Sounds like the start to a great support system. I’m glad you got that part figured out. You got your own car?”

“Yes. That was one thing I didn’t cave on, I wanted to buy something for myself after graduation. It’s not much but it’s mine.”

“That’s all that matters, sweetheart. Just want to make sure there’s nothing he can hold over you.”

“Other than some drunken escapades in Cabo, not really.” You muttered shyly.

“That’s going to have to be our story for next time.” Jensen said with a coy grin.

The two of you continued to talk for the next several minutes, until it came time to land and you closed your eyes and let Jensen distract you with a funny story about Jared from set. Once the wheels hit ground and you finally rolled to a stop, you found yourself almost sad the plane had landed.

“Shall we?” He asked as he stood and reached out his hand to help you out of your seat, following you down the isle and through the ramp to the crowded airport in Dallas.

“Well, you got a ride picking you up?” He asked as the two of you walked slowly.

“I wish. 2 hour layover, and then one more short flight home.” You smiled.

“I guess this is where I leave you then.” He said as he stood in front of you. He pulled his backpack around and began digging through a pocket. First, he pulled something small out and held it in his hand as he zipped open the larger compartment. You were confused as he pulled out an old Cowboys hoodie and looked up to you with a smile.

“For your next flight.” He said as he held out some earbuds. You smiled widely as you accepted them with a chuckle. Then he pushed the hoodie towards you.

“Jensen, I can’t. This looks important to you.” You said as you ran your hand across it, it was clearly well worn and soft. A few frayed edges telling you he’s had it for quite some time.

“It is.” He nodded. “Got me through some hard days. You’ll need more than me for a while.”

“Jensen.” You said softly as you blushed.

“I’ll get it back in a few months.” He winked. You took it from him and wrapped your arms around it.

“Thank you, for this, for the plane… everything. I don’t feel so afraid to go home now.”

“Thanks for letting me just be myself for a while.”

“Anytime, Ackles.” You grinned. “Hey. Don’t go meeting any crazy girls on a plane between now and September.”

“Met my crazy girl quota for the year already.” He teased as he leaned forward and kissed your cheek. You lost your breath for a moment as he pulled back. He walked away but threw a glance over his shoulder at you before disappearing into the crowd.

“Dammit, Ackles.” You sighed as you walked in the opposite direction, a permanent smile on your face.

#supernatural #spn #spnfic #dean #deanwinchtser #jensen #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #fanfic #comfort fic

[nonspeakingkiku]

Being deafblind is hard 😵‍💫

Yesterday Kiku found some audio books Kiku could understand and were stories Kiku wanted to hear (audio books are hard because APD and hearing loss, and weren't really accessable before Kiku got noise canceling earbuds) and Kiku ended up listening for 6 hours, with no breaks, and got a migraine 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 apparently, just like with reading print, it's still a migraine. (ultimately the solution is likely braille, but Kiku is stuck with braille and not entirely sure why. (part of the problem is likely that the books Kiku has been able to get are not UEB (united english braille) so they are slightly different than the materials Kiku is using to learn)). Hearing and visual fatigue suck so much.

And going out is fun because recently Kiku has been in a lot more pain, and trying to aknowledge that walking hurts Kiku and Kiku needs to use mobility aids more, but Kiku's crutches are slightly too tall where the cuffs sit and it's difficult to use crutches and white cane at the same time (working on it but it's very tedious). Kiku needs a wheelchair but Kiku needs an ultra light chair and they are so expensive 😵‍💫 and Kiku can't use Kiku's cane and walker together at all. So it's just a lot.

Oops, this wasn't entirely meant to be a vent but Kiku guesses it's a vent now.

Also if anyone has suggestions for crutches that would be cool, but the problem is Kiku is short and the cuffs of Kiku's current crutches sit way too close to Kiku's elbow, but they don't adjust any lower.

Kiku wants to get a nimbo posterior walker eventually (because it's behind Kiku hopes will be able to use Kiku's white cane with it, without running into the problem Kiku has with the crutches).

Kiku doesn't like having to choose between using Kiku's white cane and not running into and tripping over things and using one of Kiku's other mobility aids and having reduced pain.

Kiku has also been trying to research Cerebral Palsy more, because Kiku really suspects that might be what is going on with Kiku, but it's really hard to find resources on it that aren't medical based and cognitively inaccessible. And Kiku keeps getting told to talk to doctors, which isn't helpful, because that's just not possible right now. Kiku is going to talk to a doctor whenever that becomes possibly, but until then Kiku still has to deal with what is possibly CP and it's very frustrating.

Kiku has began to identify what Kiku believes are spasticity flares, and triggers for them, and has determined if that is what is going on, this has happened as long as Kiku can remember, Kiku just didn't realise it wasn't normal.

Kiku is processing the things that have happened in the last few weeks-months so might be more posts that are ramblely like this.

#kiku squeaks #chronic pain #suspected cerebral palsy #cerebral palsy #mobility aid #white cane #walker #deafblind

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Also I don't have a "proper" spidersona, but I like the idea of there being one with autism, such as myself. They'd stim a lot, have to be reminded to take their meds and can get overwhelmed easily. To combat this, they carry a small backpack around that has everything but the kitchen sink in it. A squishy toy for comfort, noise reducing earbuds, sweets, snacks, drink, portable charger, headphones, purse, spare change, old bus tickets, a bulb of garlic they forgot about and was wondering where it went, another squishy toy, medication, a half used vape, a library book and a set of trading cards they bought the month before but haven't gotten round to sorting out yet.

As a neurodivergent person I love this so much! (Especially the squishies - just reading the word makes me wanna start rambling about different japanese squishy brands) ____________________________________________

But here's a response from Disco-Spider!

#disco-spider #disco spider #spidersona #spidersonas #spiderman oc #oc art #my art