#Noise Solutions

[kathaynesart]

Cowboy Omega.

Because he felt left out.

#Imagine Mikey making little galloping noises as he drags the horse onto the screen #is this trend getting out of hand? #I feel like it is #but I'm just a part of the problem not the solution #no regrets #stupidest thing I've ever made? #probably #rides off into the sunset #rottmnt replica #replica #cowboy peepaw #yeepaw #cowboys #rottmnt #tmnt

[crabussy]

for the record I think wind turbines are beautiful and are not a stain on any landscape and the sounds they make are beautiful and whenever I see one I am filled with love for human innovation and hope for the future of clean energy and if they needed to be built close to my house I would go YAYY ^_^ WAHOO ^_^ WIND TURBINE!!

#TO CLARIFY I UNDERTSTAND THE NEGATIVE ASPECTS OF WIND TURBINES #like the noise pollution and the possibility of it harming birds BUT. at the moment they are one of the best energy solutions available #this post is mainly about how lots of people think they're ugly #I saw one on a mountain in new zealand and went WOAH!!!! SO COOL!!!!! WOW ^_^ #listen to my gibberish boy #fearful that this may become a banger post and that people may piss on the poor about this if you know what I mean #BUT #POSTING ANYWAY. IMPORTANT TO ME #posic #objectum #<- saw some people tag these and thought hey why not. post for you all to enjoy ^_^

[ijtsrd]

Electrical Panels and Cables Noise Solutions

BY Mr. Darnesh "Electrical Panels and Cables Noise Solutions"

Published in International Journal of Trend in Scientific Research and Development (ijtsrd), ISSN: 2456-6470, Volume-5 | Issue-6 , October 2021,

URL: https://www.ijtsrd.com/papers/ijtsrd46461.pdf

Paper URL : https://www.ijtsrd.com/engineering/electrical-engineering/46461/electrical-panels-and-cables-noise-solutions/mr-darnesh

openaccessjournalofengineering, engineeringjournal, paperpublicationforengineering

Is there accurate and cost effective solution for reducing noises from electrical cables and electrical panels in present era Industrial panel noise can easily reduced by using some calculations and methods only. Cost effective way to reduce noise is shown below techniques. Let us understand by below mentioned examples and techniques. 

#Noise Solutions #Electrical Panels

[selfshipping-marsupial]

Redson with a partner who loves to just sit in the workshop and watch him work (or just in general vibe in there maybe doing their own thing. Just, in silence existing in the same room together.) but due to autism (or anything else that could lead to noise sensitivity) can't handle some of the particularly loud machinery or tools (drilling for example) so Redson gets them noise cancelling headphones just so they can continue to keep him company while he works.

#selfship #lmk red son x reader #lmk selfship #redson x reader #lmk redson #lmk redson x reader #red son x reader #red son #red son monkie kid #selfship imagines #i frequently think about being able to just exist in the same room as him while he does his work #but only now have i taken into consideration that #oh wait loud machine noises my autistic ears simply would not handle #so... solution

[musich8rr]

Rowland S. Howard's fun MySpace account! This is used with the WayBack Machine and was around 2009

#rowland s. howard #underground #goth #80s goth #post punk #nick cave #80s music #noise music #80s punk #myspace #these immortal souls #crime and the city solution #the birthday party #hes just like me fr

[faejilly]

i think the fandom doesn’t capitalize on the fact that Alec is a older brother, that man probably has so much more black mail on Izzy and Jace then they do on him

#mood

Izzy and Jace have nothing they can use on Alec.

One: They didn't think they'd ever need to because they thought they knew what he'd do in most situations (say no and then begrudgingly help them anyway, and tbf to them, they're mostly not wrong pre-Magnus)

Two: He is so aggressively self-contained for survival reasons that the only 'secrets' either of them has on him are the facts that he's gay and he and his mother have a fucked up relationship and THOSE ARE NOT THINGS YOU CAN USE FOR 'friendly family blackmail'.

Three: Alec is a tactician, he is observant, he is ruthless. He knows everything Izzy and Jace have ever done and the fact that he (as far as we know) never uses any of it is amazing and a little heart-breaking because he could have manipulated and threatened the fuck out of them and made his own life so much easier and he never ever did.

#jilly answers #forever-nox #lightwood family feels #alec lightwood #my sh rambling #sh meta #JOIN ME IN MY ETERNAL #*dying whale noises* #re: Alec Lightwood's improbable and compelling combination of talents a cptsd #deep self-assessment #well-trained comprehensive observational skills #including the VERY RARE ability to constantly re-assess with every new thing he observes/learns #paired with completely inflexible ethics #absolute faith in his own skills #vs complete and utter lack of a sense of VALUE IN ANY OF THEM #endless compassion #for everyone except himself #and anyone being an idiot #ability to comprehensively assess a complex situation in .1 seconds #and then fling himself into the most batshit 'solution' with 110% conviction #while everyone is still going #'what?' #I love him he is so fucked up y'all #shadowhunters

[mosshroomish]

#charlie day #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #pacific rim #pacrim #lego movie #mario movie #does your cat make TOO MUCH NOISE all the time? #is your cat STOMPING AROUND #CLAWING AT YOUR FURNITURES?!? #think there's no solution?? #you're so stupid! there is!

[melanodis]

charlie needs a blunt I think it'd fix her

#she's like. so distraught at the fact there's no obvious route to take in her life #before she at least had henry guiding her and this divine vision. a role to play that she was unconsciously thrust into #but now shes clueless. nothing more than vague dreams #flashes of color and noise #'It's as if I'm the destined blade of fate itself but I don't know what I'm supposed to do! Before there was always such a clear path.' #'an obvious solution. but now there's... nobody to guide me.' #arc.txt #charlotte emily

[chamerionwrites]

Had the worst morning and I was SO brave about it. Did not trip facefirst down an abyss of viciously mean self-talk about ordinary human fuckups. Cleaned up the proverbial spilled milk and then went out and socialized instead of crawling back into bed and writing the day off as a loss.

#listen me n my brain weasels are a wee bit fragile on christian holy days at the best of times #and then i went and burned myself like an asshole and DROPPED MY FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY PIE ON THE CARPET #on my landlord’s. pale beige. carpet. #my very lovingly crafted pie with homemade all butter crust and the last of my frozen rhubarb and some very red strawberries #…and then i swore viciously for like three solid minutes whilst getting out the carpet cleaning solution and the shop vac #and then i deep cleaned the carpet and made another FUCKING pie crust and this time put blueberries in it #and it was definitely not as good as the first one would have been because i was rushing. and also i missed lunch. #but hey i did arrive in time for dessert with blueberry pie. so. #*FERAL FRUSTRATED GROWLING NOISES* #it’s fine. it’s fine. it worked out. oh my god i’m so fucking tired #my posts #should i file this under #culinary adventures #🙃

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Can we please reintroduce the carfree Sundays? I need a day of peace.

#carfree #car free living #carfree Sunday #climate change #sustainability #no cars #fuck cars #abolish cars #seriously #how do they make that much noise #i mean i know how #but it still bothers me so much #i cant sleep because of it. #climate solutions

[mamajake]

I love Will Wood's lyrics with a passion. It was difficult to choose some lyrics because I couldn't post full songs lmao

#will wood #love me normally #cotards solution #white noise #the song with five names #marsha thankk you for the dialectics #will wood and the tapeworms

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagging @thesingularityseries @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @strangefable @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @madparadoxum @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @euryalex @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @purplehairsecretlair @jinfromyarikawa @shegetsburned @clicheantagonist @locustandwildhoney @fourlittleseedlings @poisonedtruth @vampireninjabunnies-blog @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @jacobsneed @voidika @harmonyowl @henbased @schoute and anyone with something to share <3

Sharing another snippet from Chapter 10: Calahan and Leslie's first meeting. A rocky start of a bromance. Sprinkling some Mary May x Hartley breadcrumbs in there, too. <3

Hours after discovering Harker passed out on the side on the road among two other dead Resistance members, Calahan found himself parking his truck in front of the Spread Eagle. Arguably, he had never needed a drink more. Not only had he lost two recruits, no matter how difficult they had proven themselves to be, while the third was still recovering from the Bliss bullet he was hit with, but he had discovered his biggest fear to be true: Sabrina was in the hands of John Seed, just like Hudson. He couldn't come up with any other explanation for what Justin had seen on that road after Charlie's group had ambushed the bastard. The woman sparing a life, the child in the car, every detail he had received from the woozy teen further confirmed his theory about the identity of the woman John had with him. And Savannah. His gaze darkened at the thought of the kid that called him uncle anywhere near that goddamned bunker. "Gray wouldn't allow it. She would fight like hell.", he whispered to himself as he finally exited the Eden's Gate truck he had recommissioned from a capture party recently. "Rest in peace, NOT, fuckers.", he said out loud as he slammed the door shut and turned in the direction of the bar. A couple of minutes later he was sitting in his usual seat inside, nursing a glass of whatever liquor Mary May still had in stock after John Seed had his men confiscate her main stash few days back. Bastard is quickly climbing up my shit list. Calahan didn't care much about what she was serving him as long as it took the edge off, calmed him down after finally getting news on Sabrina and her sister. His eyes fell down on the handmade rainbow bracelet Savannah had gifted him few weeks back, something he hadn't taken off since she had tied it around his wrist with the biggest grin on her freckled face. It was another reminder of what needed protecting, why he fought as hard as he did even before the Reaping's start. Why he argued with Whitehorse so often, why he lashed out at the damned Peggies as a result, why he didn't give a single fuck about protocol when it came to the Project. As he ran his fingers over the white beads that spelled out his actual name, not "Rookie", he told himself this is what Joseph should never get his claws into: the innocents he could so easily poison with his deadly ideas. And yet John had done just that- gotten his hands on Savannah, too. Where are you, Tiny? You better be alright or he will be paying in blood.

"Something's on your mind, Rookie. I can tell.", Mary May stopped in front of him. He let out a dry laugh, "Just the usual bullshit, gorgeous. Don't worry." "You sure?", she eyed the way he was gripping the glass in his hand as he willed his anger to settle down, to retreat, "You seem out of sorts. I've seen that look before, you know, then seconds later you were punching a customer." "He was asking for it." "Didn't say he wasn't. But still… what's up?", Mary May raised an eyebrow and leaned against the bar, her hand coming to rest on top of his. Calahan found himself unable to process the unexpected touch after months of her ever only being annoyed with his flirting. He opened his mouth, wishing all his worry would pour out as easily as she poured his next drink, knowing she was good at listening to people. Her soft blue eyes assured him of it in that moment, hinting that maybe she actually cared for him. Was willing to hear him out. But the words never came, instead the bell above the door chimed, putting an end to the brief moment between them as she returned to her post to greet whoever had entered. Calahan didn't bother turning around, instead he released a tired sigh and took another sip. He reveled in the familiar burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, in the promise it would get him closer to feeling numb, even for a short while. "I will be damned.", Mary May exclaimed suddenly. Her tone made him look towards the bar's entrance sharply, his hand immediately reaching for his pistol on instinct in anticipation of trouble. It took him seconds to register the sight in front of him, seconds where he wondered if he was imagining things, if the liquor was hitting him harder than expected. Certainly that was the only explanation for seeing John Fuckface Seed standing in front of him. Before he could think twice, he practically flew from his chair, almost knocking it over as he charged at the bastard. His hand wrapped around his neck before he slammed him into the wall next to the door with all his might.

"Where is SHE?", Calahan screamed, the anger he was struggling to keep under wraps escaping at the unexpected appearance of the man that fucked with him daily. The man that paraded Hudson on his broadcast as a cautionary tale for what's to come. The man that he suspected had Sabrina and an innocent child as prisoners, too. Deep blue eyes stared at him in confusion, betraying his panic. Good. You should be afraid. "I'm-", the bastard tried to croak out, the force of Hartley's hold on his windpipe made it impossible for him to get anything else out. Calahan knew he had to loosen his grip, that he'd get no information from a deadman, but his hate for the Seeds had reached a boiling point with the missed opportunity to save Sabrina still fresh on his mind. "CALAHAN! Stop.", Mary May pulled at his shoulder, trying to bring him back from the edge, at the same time the man grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back swiftly. "I am not JOHN SEED.", came out as a frustrated shout as he restrained him, the words making Hartley blink in surprise, his face no doubt mirroring Mary May's. "Let go of my arm, bastard, if you don't want me to break yours.", he gritted out and whoever the man was finally released his arm. "Rookie. You okay?", Mary May whispered as she put a hand on his bicep, her gaze a mix of shock and concern. "He attacked me, m'am. And you're asking if he's okay?" M'am? Fuck me. Definitely not John Seed. Calahan turned around, scanning the man that stood in a defensive pose in the doorway from head to toe. The dark hair, beard, blue eyes… he could pass for John's fucking double. "I will be damned.", he parroted Mary May's words from earlier, "Who the fuck are you?" The stranger rubbed his throat before answering, "Detective Leslie Parish. I'm here looking for, well, you." Calahan couldn't help the shocked laugh that escaped him, "Isn't my day just getting better and better?", he returned to his seat and pointed to the chair next to him, "Sit."

Mary May sprung back into action, retreating behind the bar as she addressed what she considered now a potential customer, "Anything to drink, Detective?" "Whiskey. On the rocks, uh-", Leslie responded in a low tone as he sat down and rubbed his face, "Sorry, I didn't catch your name…" "Mary May." She wasted no time pouring him a drink which he downed immediately the second she put it down in front of him. "Thank you." "Now you've officially passed the test. Definitely not John Seed.", Calahan spoke up, making the detective next to him laugh. "Sorry for almost choking the life out of you.", he added and reached a hand to him, "Deputy Calahan Hartley, though most call me Rookie." The man accepted the handshake with a raised eyebrow, "You're new to the Sheriff's?" "No." "Should I call you Rookie, then?" Calahan paused, not many had bothered to ask him that question, not since Sabrina had shown up on her first day months ago. "Calahan or Cal would be nice." Leslie nodded, "Noted." "I gather you're aware you look like a certain someone?", Mary May interjected. "My last few days have been hell. Fuck, the moment I arrived in your beautiful County, I had a shotgun pointed at my face. Lost count how many times I had to explain to people I'm not John Seed, or say I'm not related to him or his brother in any way." "Have to admit, it's kind of a challenge not to punch you in the face, no offense.", Calahan eyed him with curiosity, "Why are you here?" "I planned on visiting someone when all hell broke loose. Haven't managed to find her yet." "Who?" "I thought if anyone would know where she is, it would be you, Deputy.", Leslie took a deep breath, his blue eyes filled with worry as he muttered, "I'm looking for Sabrina Donovan. She used to tell me stories about you anytime we talked over the phone, then people mentioned your name as the one in charge of things out here, and it all clicked. I knew who I had to track down." Well, fuck me, ain't that a plot twist.

"I don't know what to say, aside from that I'm looking for her as well. Have been for days now.", Calahan took out his zippo, flicking it open and closed in attempt to soothe his nerves. "Where is she, Calahan? What happened?" "You might need another drink before I tell you that story." Leslie's eyes narrowed while Mary May poured him a second glass. "What happened?", he repeated in a low tone. "On the first we got called in afterhours by the Sheriff himself, Sabrina included, weren't told much about why until a Federal Marshal walzed in announcing we'd be arresting Joseph Seed. He was so giddy, too giddy." "Sabrina didn't tell me anything about the cult, how serious things were…" "Sounds just like her, too independent for her own good.", Calahan gave him a sad smile, before continuing, "So, we flew over to his compound, entered the fucker's church while he's holding a service in the middle of the night. Like what the hell, right? Sheriff had decided Sabrina would have the honors to slap the cuffs on him. At the last second, she backed away, all frantic, saying something's wrong." "She's never afraid of arrests. I've known her for years. She has chased down all sorts of questionable characters… not once have I seen her flinch.", Leslie's face darkened, but he didn't say anything else, waiting for more. "My thoughts exactly, but this family, Detective… They're different.", Calahan lowered his voice, "The second we walked in John fucking Seed was eyeing her with interest. Got even worse when she hesitated to arrest his brother while the Marshal lost his shit at the delay. I jumped in, cuffing him. We managed to escort him out… but his people refused to let him go, crashed our chopper." "Sabrina… is she dead? Is this what you're trying to tell me?" Hartley shook his head, "Last time I saw her, she was alive. I insisted to get her out, to help with that fucking seatbelt. Joseph's men were all around, took away the others from the chopper. Sabrina demanded I run, promising she'd be right behind." He was close to losing his cool at the memory of that cursed early morning.

Mary May put an ashtray in front of him then, whispering, "I'm making an exception this one time." Calahan gave her a grateful smile, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag of it before adding, "We never reunited, I bumped into the fucking Marshal instead, bastard left me to drown after we tried to make a run for it and a freaking plane sent our truck flying off a bridge." "Fuck." "Yeah. A good samaritan saved me. Dutch. Helped me get back on my feet, offered we start a resistance seeing how the cult has everything on lock down and no help is coming." "Good call, with everything gone to shit." He nodded, "We had a mole, you know. Fucking Nancy. Loyal to the "Father", as Joseph likes to call himself. Didn't get us the reinforcement Whitehorse asked for." "And Sabrina?" "Have been looking for her ever since the goddamned Reaping started. It's what they call this shitshow. "Reaping". Think they're saving our souls, that the world is about to end…" Leslie looked lost in thought as he uttered out, "I saw John's broadcast with the other Deputy." Hartley lit another cigarette, his anger bubbling as he kept reminding himself the man in front of him wasn't John, despite how much he resembled him. "Yeah, he has Joey. Has been calling me daily too, railing me up with her capture, but hasn't said anything about Sabrina." "I went to her house. Cult trucks were parked at the front, no sign of her or her sister, it's why I've been trying to find you, Calahan." "I might have something, but I doubt you'd like it. I sure as hell didn't. Are you sure you're ready?" Leslie downed his drink, "Yes." Mary May winced, "Yeah, maybe avoid saying that word," she gestured to his head, "with that face." "Sorry.", he sent her a knowing smile.

"Earlier today, a trainwreck of a recruit showed up here with his buddies, claiming he has intel on John's next move, was planning to ambush him. I didn't believe it, so I turned down their invite." "Something tells me they were right?" "Sadly. Hour or so later, I get a call from the youngest guy, saying they have him, listing off their location before he went silent. I drove there and found quite the bloody scene." Leslie's hands formed fists on the bar. "Bastard killed two of the three guys, slashed their throats, the one that contacted me got shot with a Bliss bullet, but he's recovering." "Bliss bullet?" "Potent shit. It's a drug the cult makes, knocks you out in seconds, the things they use it for… pure hell, Detective." "How are things this bad?" "They've been preparing. Joseph claims to see the future, you know. Visions from God, he calls them. When we showed up at the church, he said he knew we'd come, that we'd try to take him away, but "God" won't let us." "Fuck, and Rina didn't think to tell me any of this. Assured me it's all fine.", Leslie muttered in frustration. "She does that a lot, doesn't she?" "Who shot Harker with a Bliss bullet?", it was Mary May that spoke up, her voice curious. Calahan took a deep breath, revealing what he had planned on keeping a secret. "Sabrina.", he said quietly, glad the bar was empty. "What the fuck, Rookie?" "She saved the bastard, gorgeous. He has her sister, from what Harker told me." Leslie slammed his hand on the bar, "Savannah. Where are they?", he got up from his chair, but Hartley caught his arm, stopping him from storming out. "Sit down, Les. As much as it pains me to say this, to be the voice of reason… we have to be rational about this."

"I should have come with her.", he said darkly, but followed Calahan's advice. "I've been down that road, too. Thoughts about what I should have done keep me up at night. But if I know one thing about Sabrina… she's resourceful, resilient." "She is.", he smiled. "I don't know for certain where she could be, it kills me to think he dragged Savannah into that bunker.", his fingers touched the bracelet again absently, "But we can't storm it, not with how much manpower and resources he has, not without a solid plan or people we can rely on, especially when we have no eyes inside to be sure she's even there." "Fuck. I- I know you're right, Deputy." "He hasn't mentioned her once, Leslie. Not once in the radio calls to me, she's not in the broadcast, it's like he doesn't want people to know he has her. Anytime I ask about her, he dodges my question." "He's planning something." Mary May looked between the two with a unreadable expression, "You don't think he turned her?" "Fuck no, Mary May. You know Sabrina. I just told you she saved Harker." "Fuck.", she pursed her lips, "Rookie, I know the games John plays, how he breaks people. And after Nancy… what if Sabrina's on his side, too? Maybe has been all along." Calahan shook his head sharply, "She's not turned. She's not a fucking Peggie. I know her." "Fine. For what is worth, you know I trust your judgment.", Mary May crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a stern look. "Peggies?", Leslie seemed lost in thought as he asked that. "Project at Eden's Gate, Peggies for short. It's what locals call Joseph's men." "Noted."

Hartley took a deep breath, putting out his cigarette before he turned to Leslie, "Look, I know there's not much to do right now about Sabrina, not without more information… but seeing how you're here, that you found me, maybe it's all for the best. I sure as hell can use another helping hand against the Project." Leslie's eyes darkened, a look of determination coming over his features, "Your battle is now my battle, too, Calahan." "Good.", Calahan raised his glass for a toast before asking, "You got a gun, Detective?" Leslie nodded, "My service weapon.", he opened his leather jacket, showing off a holstered pistol. "We're gonna get you more serious firepower ASAP.", Calahan pointed to the gun, "You had to use it yet?" "A few times. The "Peggies" are everywhere. Even tried to take over the motel I was staying at. I tried to help people along my way here as much as possible.", he said the nickname with uncertainty. "Learning fast. The only good Peggie is a dead one, Les, because chances are they'd try to take you back to John's bunker or dunk you in the river to cleanse you.", Calahan's voice became lighter, "Hell, now that I'm thinking of it, you have an advantage, if you ask me. They see your face and start to wonder if they're not about to shoot their precious leader, giving you an extra second to strike." Leslie chuckled humorlessly, "What a way to spend my vacation days. I will keep it in mind." "Is Abeline okay?", Mary May questioned, her tone laced with worry. "She was when I left, she's a fighter. Who do you think pulled that shotgun on me? Never have been more confused in my life. She went from wielding a gun to making me coffee." "Good old Abby.", Mary May laughed, "Thank you, Detective. For looking out for our people." Her words made Leslie look away, "Just doing my duty." "We got a shy one on our hands, gorgeous.", Calahan slapped him on the back as he got up and headed for the door, "Come now, there's some people you need to meet." Leslie finished his drink, muttering a quiet "thank you" on his way out. "Leslie." Mary May called out before they could exit, reaching under the bar and pulling out a Spread Eagle branded hat that she threw at him, "Might want to cover your face as much as possible. Spare yourself a "friendly" welcome or two."

#hehe; new WIP banner; so happy with this one <3 #(and spent way too long editing a bracelet with cal's name and you can't even read it in the header but oh well :D) #Leslie should so sue John for damages; but then again he'd probably hit him right back worse #Leslie when finally meeting John: “YOU KNOW HOW HARD LIFE HAS BEEN SINCE I STEPPED A FOOT IN THIS COUNTY? It's all your fault.” #John be like: I have an easy solution... *offering him free a haircut; shave or facial surgery* #Yes.. the Peggies have no pictures of Leslie; and I imagine them using a John picture as placeholder and going: “similar but different” #cue the *angry noises* from both men #I'm wishing luck to Sabrina to stop Calahan from annihilating John when the 3 are finally in the same room if he goes off like that at Les #wip wednesday #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc: calahan hartley #oc: leslie parish #fc5 ocs #mary may fairgrave #far cry 5 oc #ocs #original characters #wip stuff #wip snippet #dialogue snippet #my ships #wip #wip excerpt #fc5 fandom #snippets #wip sneak peek #current wip #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 deputy #wip whenever

[stepfordgoth]

Shout out to the neighbors who are notorious in the neighborhood for having the only dog that barks loudly and constantly, who thought it would be fun today to let their stupid loud ass dog out at 5 am for some reason. You'll never imagine what happened next!

#you would think they figure out a solution to having the only dog in the neighborhood that is going off constantly #like. perhaps. if you observe that your animal is going off every time someone walks by (which is near constantly when the weather is nice #since we live so close to the park) maybe you could. idk. put him in the back yard instead of the front? #maybe try pet training/obedience classes? maybe even explore humane muzzlong options or something? like its clear your dog has a problem an #its not being solved by you leaving him out for hours at a time and running outside if he starts to bark for more than 30 seconds to yell #JOJO SHUT UPPPPPP at him. which doesnt work and now youre adding more noise to the situation and its so early. you fucking dunce. #i hope you know the whole neighborhood hates you!!!!! #my neighborhood would be so quiet and peaceful if not for this fucking dog. i dont understand how you can juat allow the dog to do that all #the time. surely youre aware of it???? #fuck you jojo and fuck your humans too. lmao

[multi-lefaiye]

sometimes you have a trigger that cannot be reasonably and easily accommodated for, because it would require the people around you to police themselves to an extent that is not healthy for them to do.

that doesn't make your triggers and your trauma any less real or valid or *deserving* of accommodations, but deserving does not necessarily always mean that those accommodations are possible.

sometimes the best way to handle your triggers is to recognize what triggers you and do what you have to do to handle them when they come up. find coping mechanisms that work for you, and as much as you're able to, be open with the people in your life about it. even if they can't make sure you never have to interact with something that may trigger you, they can be a support system for you to ensure you'll survive the blows as they come.

it's not always possible to avoid what triggers you and it's not always possible for others to do that for you. (to be clear: i'm not at all saying people should *seek out* content that they *know* will trigger them or that they shouldn't remove themselves from situations that are triggering when they have the ability to do so, but that sometimes it's not that easy.)

(disclaimer: this is not psychological advice and i'm not saying this applies to everyone.)

#tentatively leaving this as rebloggable but if anyone is shitty in my notes i'm blocking people #multi makes text posts #to be clear also this is about triggers as in the psychological term #but really you can apply this broadly to other things as well #and this also kinda goes hand in hand with the idea that occasionally accessibility needs will conflict with each other #(i.e. someone with vocal stims vs someone who is easily overstimulated by noise) #neither person is in the wrong for having conflicting needs #and that's just the reality of the situation #just. i dunno i realized a bit earlier that [thing] may be an actual trigger for me #but it's also not something i can reasonably ask people to accommodate #because it *is* very specific and asking them to do so would require them to police themselves to a degree that would be unhealthy as fuck #i'm being vague here on purpose b/c it's not something i really wanna talk about publicly on tumblr dot com #and it's something i do need to talk about with my loved ones #but god yeah lmao it's hard to bring up b/c there isn't really a good solution #idk i'm just thinking out loud here #also to be clear it's not a trigger literally any of y'all could set off i think so you're fine don't worry about it #do not know what to tag this to be honest

[isfjmel-phleg]

It is one of the days when the desire for my own private office with four walls and a door is extremely strong.

#random personal stuff #personal whining ahead feel free to ignore #the incessant humming the talking to himself the noise-making #the loudly saying 'THAT'S ONE RINGY-DINGY' whenever his phone rings #I wish I knew how to politely ask for it to stop without sounding incredibly petty #I wish I could be guaranteed a non-hostile response if I did #it's not that I'm unwilling to confront a problem but for that you need TWO people who want to work toward a solution #just imagine a utopia where you could say 'hey could you please not do that? it's distracting' and they say 'oh sorry' and we all move on #but in this case it's me with six years of pent-up frustration vs. a man who does not take constructive criticism however reasonable #the last time I asked him something like that (please turn down your volume) it didn't go well #time for headphones maybe but I can still hear it through them #I will figure this out someday but for now the screaming will be restricted to the inside

[feleshero]

Tiredt. Got 5 days worth of stuff in the queue I'm tapping out. Finishing verses tomorrow.

#ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ; ooc. #i already hate the queue. i know its 'convenient' but some of these wait times are gonna be absurd #making people wait over a week just for my text based fart noises? #if I was actually as good as I pretend to be on IG then yeah sure but as I currently stand? #I'll ponder solutions tomorrow. (i can do that now the queue has given me free time. also concerning.)