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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year

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You Had to Be There to Get It

Summay: Thomas knows that he sometimes relates to different sides for different reasons, but this situation is a new one.

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Fine, Thomas would admit it. Therapy was a good idea that he definitely should have tried sooner. Sure, it was uncomfortable at first, when they were getting to know each other, but Emile was an excellent choice and Thomas clicked with him really well, and he started realizing some things as they talked.

He probably was too hard on himself, for one. He needed to sit and let himself be sometimes instead of constantly trying to be the best person he possibly could. He definitely had some issues with trying to make creative ideas too perfect and good and pure (Thomas could still feel Roman’s cathartic ache from that realization, and Remus’ vindication). He was really bad at not knowing, and sometimes he had to sit in the uncertainty (Logan hadn’t liked that one, but he’d felt Patton’s relief). And a recent realization as to how much growing up where and how he did had actually affected him. Turns out being a gay catholic kid growing up in Florida in the 90s can have a tendency to make a kid feel a bit unwanted. Who knew?

Thomas had a feeling he was going to be unpacking his feelings around that one for a while, especially considering it even started in a surprising place.

“I don’t understand,” Logan said as they walked back into Thomas’ apartment. He had been talking about it the entire way home, and Thomas honestly didn’t quite understand why. He thought the issue had been pretty settled in therapy, and for once, he didn’t quite get where Logan was coming from.

“That time of your life was so long ago,” Logan said. “You have supportive friends and family now, you have a relatively stable career, you’re comfortable with who you are. Why would that still be having such an impact on you?”

“It’s childhood, Lo,” Virgil mumbled, though for some reason he wasn’t meeting Logan’s eyes. “It kind of affects you for the rest of your life, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I’m kind of with Teach on this one,” Roman said. “As much as I loathe to admit it. Yes, Thomas was a very repressed kid, but aren’t we past that now? I mean, you’re not closeted anymore. You can’t be trying to tell me you want to be.”

“No,” Thomas said, closing and locking the door behind him. “But Roman, it was— it was very hard for me. Okay? You know that, don’t you? You were there.”

“Yes, obviously it was,” Roman said. “But still. That was a long time ago.”

“It was,” Patton agreed. “But that doesn’t mean Thomas can’t still be upset about it, even if it doesn’t seem to make sense. Besides, repressing our feelings hasn’t really gone well in the past, remember?”

“But these feelings don’t make any sense,” Logan sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Yes, Thomas had a difficult time feeling unwanted as a child. We all know this, we were all there. But we’ve moved past that now. And honestly, it wasn’t really that bad, was it?”

“Easy for you all to say,” Virgil snapped suddenly, glaring over at all of them. They gave him a surprised look back, and Thomas, despite himself, did the same.

“Virge?” he said. “You okay?”

Virgil glared away and grumbled something.

“What was that?” Thomas asked.

“I said they don’t get it,” Virgil said, glaring back at him. “It’s not— oh, nevermind. They still won’t get it.”

“What are you talking about?” Roman said. “Of course we get it. We were there?”

“No you weren’t,” Virgil said, crossing his arms. “He was.” He nods at Thomas.

All of them looked at Virgil for a second, and Thomas found himself doing the same, not quite sure what Virgil was getting at.

“Virgil,” Logan said, giving him a baffled look. “We are all part of him. Have you somehow forgotten this?”

Virgil, however, just looked at Thomas. “See?” he said, like they were both in on something. “Told you they wouldn’t get it.”

Thomas blinked at him. “I… I don’t get it either, Virgil,” he admitted hesitantly.

“Virgey’s tryin’ to say,” came a sudden voice, and Thomas felt elbows suddenly leaning on his forehead before Remus leaned upside down into his face. “That they’ve never been unwanted.”

“Did you miss the part where I just explained that we’re all part of Thomas?” Logan said with a sigh.

“Yes, but Thomas isn’t part of Thomas,” came Janus’ voice, and all of them looked over to find him on the couch.

Remus brightened at his appearance, and bounded over to flop back on top of him instead, which at least freed Thomas’ head from his elbows.

Logan threw his hands up. “And you people wonder why I find it difficult to speak with you,” he said. “‘Thomas isn’t part of Thomas?’ What in the world does that even mean?”

“He means,” Virgil snapped, and Thomas turned to him again, more than a little surprised to find Virgil defending Janus. “That Thomas always wanted you. So no, Logan, none of you get what it feels like to be an outcast.”

Thomas’ eyes widened as it finally clicked what Virgil was saying, and he looked between him and Remus and Janus. Janus was currently in the process of moving Remus off of his lap, but Remus was looking right at Thomas, surprisingly not smiling.

“That’s ridiculous,” Roman scoffed. “We all have Thomas’ experience. We remembered what happened. We know what it’s like.”

“Oh you know what it’s like?” Remus said, sitting up off of Janus himself, though he still flopped back on the couch as he crossed his arms. “You ever sit up at night wondering why no one seems to like you, why you don’t have any friends? You ever wonder why the things you do seem to be just a little too weird, just a little too off for them to be acceptable? You ever look around at everyone else going on with their happy childhoods, knowing with certainty they’re cared for by the people around them, and wonder what you’re doing wrong? Why don’t you get to have that? What’s different about you? Why is it fair that they don’t want you around? You know what, you say to yourself, if they don’t want you, you don’t want them either. What’s so great about them? You’re going to be weird and own it! Maybe you decide to join a counterculture, have an emo phase,” he gestured at Virgil who glared at him but then looked away without denying it, “try and go where all the other misfits are, because clearly you’re not wanted anywhere else. You ever feel that overwhelming relief when you finally find someone who likes you for you, wants you because you’re weird? Ever have to fight the instinct to hang on to that person for dear life, because you don’t know if they want you as badly as you want them, and if they don’t and you drive them away by being desperate you’re going to hate yourself because then you will have nothing and no one and this time it will be all your fault? Ever have to spend time after time after time reassuring yourself that this time it’s real, that these people want you around, and still not be sure, even after, say, a decade and a half of being an adult and actually having friends that want you?”

Remus spread his arms with a wide grin as all of them stared at him. “Because I have!” he said. “And Janus has and Virgil has!” Then he pointed over at Thomas, who was pretty sure he was breaking a little inside. “And Thomas has,” he said. “Have you? Mr. Golden Boy? Mr. Suburban Dad? Mr. Respectable Teacher?”

“I,” Thomas said, before any of the others could say something. Remus and Janus and Virgil all turned to look at him.

“I really made you guys feel like that too?” he asked, because Remus had just hit the emotion that he’d been feeling and that none of his core sides had been able to articulate square on the head.

“It’s okay, Thomas,” Janus said instantly, sitting up.

“Says my Deceit,” Thomas said, looking at him, and Janus swallowed but didn’t say anything else.

Thomas reached out and took Virgil gently by the arm, and then pulled him over towards the couch, where he sat down on the other side of Remus and pulled all three of them into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said, looking around at all of them.

There was a moment where none of them said anything.

“S’okay,” Remus said finally, and Thomas got the sense that he was closer to meaning it. “Wouldn’t want to be anyone else.”

Thomas gave him a small smile. “Me too,” he said, and Remus beamed at him.

“Good,” Remus said. “‘Cause I’ve been trying to get you to give less fucks for years. It’s not so bad, remember?”

Thomas smiled a little wider. “Yeah,” he said, because even though Logan had said the same thing, Remus clearly meant it from a very different place, and Thomas liked that place better.

“The world fucks everyone up,” Virgil muttered, and Thomas glanced down at him. “Either you’re never wanted or you’re terrified of losing it when you are or you’re an entitled prick that makes people feel unwanted in the first place.”

“Yes, those are in fact the only three options,” Janus said, rolling his eyes.

“They are when you’re a gay Catholic kid growing up in Florida in the 90s,” Virgil said.

Janus smiled a little. “Or the repressed survival instincts of a person’s subconscious,” he said.

“I’d rather make a new option,” Thomas said, and Janus looked back over at him. “Wanna help?”

Janus smiled a little wider. “Sounds dreadful,” he said.

The four of them sat there for another minute, and then Thomas glanced up at Patton Roman and Logan, all of whom were standing across the room looking a little lost.

“It’s okay if you want to join the hug anyway,” Thomas said. “You don’t have to get it.”

Another second passed, and then Patton smiled a little and walked forward to sit on Janus’ other side, followed hesitantly by Roman, who took Virgil’s other side, and Logan, who walked over and stood nearby until Roman pulled him down.

Thomas stayed in between Virgil and Remus and Janus, however, because he was pretty sure the three of them did understand when something wasn’t for them for the moment, and Thomas wanted to get as close as he could to hugging his inner child, that lost little kid version of himself.

And maybe it was high time he gave that same inner child a little more grace.

#sanders sides #character thomas sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #platonic thvi #platonic dukemas #platonic thomceit #my fic

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catcas22 · 10 months

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Writers/Readers of Angst, I'm Curious

I'd love to know!

#poll #writing #angst

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imaginedreamwrite · 11 months

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For werepanther!Andy day: somedays Reader probably feels weird/insecure about whole situation with baby and Andy. While she understand that in werecreatures world it is common to support pregnant mates of other people (even the ones that are super close), she still sometimes feels like she is taking advantage and doesn't deserve Andy's help.

How does Andy reassure her in that moments?

“I can’t be here, I can’t be here right now. This is all too much, and I appreciate what you’ve done-” click. The door shuts and there’s a soft rustle of fabric, you imagine he’s pulling his tie from around the collar of his dress shirt but you can’t bare to look at him, knowing that if you do you’ll crumble like ash.

“Stop.” His voice is calm, the soft padding of his leather patent shoes on the wood echoed in your ears, his scent is endearing and cathartically pleasing to you as one mate to another. “Stop packing.”

“Andy-” His hands find yours and warm blooms against as skin meets skin, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

Comfort finds you, exclusively coming from your mate and his place behind you. There’s nothing short of relief and empathy as he purrs in your ear, keeping you in a daze as he removes clothes you’d packed to set them down on the bed. There’s nothing to stop you from leaning back against his chest and breathing in his spice, endeared by the rumble of his chest as he continued to purr in your ear.

“You’re my mate, you are my wife. You’re the mother of my child-”

“Jacob’s-” his name from your lips produces a growl, something purely predatory as he grips your hands tighter. It’s not a warning that induces fear, the growl is something primordial and possessive, a message that Jacob may have helped create the baby but it was wholeheartedly Andy’s.

And yours. Together, bound by some werepanther pact.

“-my child.” Andy’s teeth nip the shell of your ear and his tongue laps at the heated flesh. “This is nothing compared to what I should indulge you with, I’ve kept myself at bay for your comforts.”

“This isn’t…?” You shift against him, eyes growing wider the longer you let it process. “This is mediocre?”

“Everything I’ve done for you? Mrs. Barber,” Andy cupped your chin and tilted your head back, his tongue solicitously swiping against your neck, “what I’ve provided for you is nothing but the basics. If I were to really give you everything you deserve—”

“I feel like a burden-“

“My son is to blame for that. You are no burden, you are a god damn gift. You and our child, together…” Warmth blooms deep in your belly when he rests his hand upon your baby bump, another soft purr creating a dense weight that relays synonymously with desire.

“Forget this,” Andy’s hand captures yours and he’s quick to pull you away from the bed, “we’re going to finish christening the rest of the house.”

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floatybug · 10 months

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I keep bumping into people online claiming that Nimona comic was like soo terrible compared to the movie, that it was "poorly plotted" and "ugly" art-wise, and what the fuck is up with that. These people sound like they hadn't read the comic at all, and even if they did and didn't like it, that's Alright but nobody gives you the right to harass the novel fans who say they liked the comic book ending more or that the "happily ever aftering" disappointed them. The movie is Very different and I myself like the book ending because there's so few good tragedies that give me this feeling of "sometimes you just have to accept the good and the bad and move on". I really wish people understood the importance of these stories instead of claiming that everyone who didn't enjoy the happily ever after is "homophobic" (ahem I'm queer and trans and this movie made me feel seen, and I still will come back to the book more often than the movie, unless I'm in a very specific mood for a happily ever after that I Wish these characters could have in the book, but they COULDN'T. That's the fucking point.)

It's not just about the way the movie ends, it's about the way it differs from the original book and the message that book had. That's what some people didn't like. I myself think it's great to have two messages with these characters. We can appreciate the tragedy of the novel (TRAGEDIES ARE IMPORTANT AND CATHARTIC AND NOT JUST EMOTIONAL SADISM) and we can smile at the movie's ending which is what we all Want but realistically right now we Can't have. Both have their meaning to different people. Both are important. I love both in different ways. I'm happy the movie came out. I just wish some movie fans would stop ruining the fun for the book fans by calling the novel really unjustified words. It means so much to us and it found a lot of us in very dark times, and to be impolite for a second, if I had some wee punk tell me that the book sucks and is pointlessly sad and the art is bad while they were in one room with me and not online, I would start a physical fight and not regret it at all. The book was my suppressed anger relief and my quiet subtly queer childhood when I was 14. Many people will have the movie as their openly queer childhood. But if any of you think it's okay to disrespect what others hold dear because you don't enjoy it or dislike the art, You Suck As A Person. Grow The Fuck Up.

Another thing, ND started making Nimona as a webcomic, in art school, as a way to share feelings he didn't know how to deal with. He was a regular artist telling his story. I repeat. HE WAS A REGULAR ARTIST. Like many people on this goddamn website. It's okay to dislike things, but calling Nimona the comic poorly plotted or ugly is how you kill the young indie artists' desire to share their personal stories. Styles are subjective, feelings are messy, and if you don't like either of those things and want to be super mean abt it, first of all you're really limiting yourself and will miss so many wonderful and thoughtful works, and secondly IT'S OKAY TO JUST QUIETLY WALK AWAY. And also, excuse you, this book is what gave us the movie. Maybe don't show this level of disrespect, if you can't show respect?

Edit: i got very into the respect for imperfect endings thing But i think it's important to say that the book ending actually doesn't fit the description of tragedy, it's just how I view it in my relation to Nimona's anger, but it's actually very hopeful and the characters Do find love and things are looking up for them in the book! It's not a typical happily ever after but that doesn't mean it's just pure suffering. We have the word bittersweet for that

#i said i say #nimona spoilers #nimona #nimona the graphic novel #nimona movie #obligatory disclaimer i will not engage in discourse and will in fact block anyone who may attempt to troll me #or imply i hate seeing queer happiness #i love it actually that's why i love the movie

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thejagermeister · 4 months

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"Good at Being Bad" Lyrics - Back to the Future the Musical

Biff had a song that was cut from the musical. For more specific backstory on the song and its previous iteration "It's What I Do" read my other post about it. Its second and final version before it was cut is "Good at Being Bad."

This song is very introspective and sheds light on why Biff is the way he is. It isn't an excuse for what he does in the musical, but it provides a reasoning behind his view of the world.

There are multiple versions of this iteration— there is a "prologue" that differs between the demo on YouTube and the lyrics given in the Creating Back to the Future the Musical book. I'd imagine lyrics were flip-flopping around a lot, but I'll provide both versions of the prologue here for archive's sake.

Demo on YouTube | Lyric transcription under the cut

PROLOGUE - BOOK VERSION I was a gullible boy I had a hard time just playing with others A deeply impressionable child Who cried when his bird died Preferred pastel colors

I was a delicate boy Everyone treated me like a pariah I kept my feelings inside Nursing the hurting And deep in denial

Left on my own The damage was done to me How could I have known Someday they would run from me Dad wasn't there Mom didn't care Life isn't fair Life isn't fair

PROLOGUE - DEMO VERSION I was a delicate boy I had a hard time just playing with others A deeply impressionable child Who cried when his bird died Preferred pastel colors

I was a highly-strung kid Things need to happen in just the right order Misunderstood and alone Stayed in his cage hiding under the covers The children were mean Expert in cruelty I was so green How they mistreated me

Dad wasn't there Mom didn't care Life isn't fair Life isn't fair

I was a delicate boy I was alone with no sister or brother I was too fat and too slow The one they made fun of A party piñata

I was a delicate boy Everyone treated me like a pariah I kept my feelings inside Nursing the hurting And deep in denial

Left on my own The damage was done to me How could I have known Someday they would run from me

Dad wasn't there Mom didn't care Life isn't fair Life isn't fair

MAIN SONG - BOTH VERSIONS

But life does go on… And given the time Life can turn on a dime When I turned thirteen

My fat was all gone Replaced by pure brawn And I quickly discerned That the tables had turned

I had a revelation Based on my situation For my hurt to be gone I had to just pass it on Yes, I just pass it on

So don't complain I felt your pain That's why I'm good At being bad

I have the urge To simply purge These negative feelings I once had I pass it on And then it's gone And somehow, I'm no longer sad

Let me explain I've felt your pain That's why I'm just so good At being bad

And I'll teach you how to suffer And I'll train you with this pain I'll make you that much tougher To know the taste of shame

I let off steam I hear you scream I'm just so good at being bad I give you grief It's my relief

From negative feelings I once had I pass it on And then it's gone And somehow, I'm no longer sad

Let me explain I've felt your pain That's why I'm just so good

ENSEMBLE He's just so good

BIFF Oh, that's why I'm good

ENSEMBLE He's just so good

BIFF That's why I'm just so good At being bad I'm very good At being bad

Don't let me be misunderstood I pick on you for your own good When it's a win-win situation That my fun's your education

It's not sadistic It's cathartic It's holistic Not anarchic

I'll say again I've felt your pain That's why I'm just so good

ENSEMBLE He's just so good

BIFF At being bad

When you have to take a beating There's so much you can learn And it's all worth repeating When someday it becomes your turn

So don't complain I felt your pain That's why I'm good At being bad

I have the urge To simply purge These negative feelings I once had I pass it on And then it's gone And somehow, I'm no longer sad

Let me explain I've felt your pain That's why I'm just so good

ENSEMBLE He's just so good

BIFF I'm very good

ENSEMBLE He's so darn good

BIFF I'm very very very very good

ENSEMBLE He's just so good

BIFF (ENSEMBLE) At being bad (Aah) Oh yes I am (Aah) (So good, so good) (Aah, good at being bad) Expert (Aah, aah) (So good, so good, aah)

ALL Good at being bad!

#back to the future #back to the future musical #bttf #bttftm #biff tannen #bttf lyrics #lyrics #good at being bad

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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will-o'-the-wisp/Irrlichter

This one is pure angst, Ellie's dissociation and trauma in borderline nonsensical metaphors, but it was oddly cathartic so have it anyway.

You can find it on ao3 here.

It starts in winter.

A creeping feeling, fog that sneaks up on her, rolling across the fields and gently forcing their way through the trees until she blinks one too many times, suddenly surrounded by a sea of white. She can’t see where she came from or where she is going, direction lost to a cold static that is content to see her disoriented, feeding off of her rising panic. The sky isn’t dark, it wasn’t before, she knows it wasn’t, but she looks up and the trees have grown closer, branches and crowns weaving together and forming a canopy as thick as the fog, impenetrable for her eyes. Her skin stings as metallic needles prick into it, cold washing over it almost soothingly, but she knows before long it will hide the pain it brings under the pretense of mercy, leaving you with a deep-seated dread and no compass to locate its source.

Ellie cannot stop it, but she knows how it ends.

They settle in Jackson with spring following their steps, and with frost-dipped fingertips and a numb smile, she tries to melt in the sun and forget about the haunting blizzard in the back of her head. The house, their house, is a faint memory she has spent hours trying to erase, rubbing over it again and again until its paper was crinkled and smeared with pencil lead, but the outlines stayed behind. She traces them when they return, running over blue wood, peeling wallpaper, and a bed she stared at for hours in the dark, curled up with the window at her back promising a world outside of her walls.

Not family, echoes in her head when the sound of her backpack hitting the floorboards makes her flinch, open hand clenching back into a fist, now holding nothing.

I can teach you is nothing but a whisper when steam fogs up the shower door and Ellie rubs at her skin until it’s burning, raw and exposed, and her armor slowly returns to her.

You’re special reflects off the wet tiles, water thundering down on her as she scrubs and scrubs and scrubs, and when she finally turns it off and steps outside, the white towel wrapped tight around her body ends up as bloody in the laundry basket.

You’re not my daughter is stuck in her walls when she stares up at the ceiling and listens to Joel’s breaths down the hall, arms wrapped around herself as she shakes, and her mouth is open so the tears slipping down her temples and into her hair aren’t followed by sobs.

There is no fear in love. Ellie looks at him at the kitchen table when he slides her a plate and watches her eat with something akin to relief, eyes carrying a worry they have both grown accustomed to. She tracks his movements around the living room when he picks up a blanket big enough to cover both of them, lifting his arm and letting her settle against his chest. Not a day goes by without soft touches and whispered promises about better times, mentions of their future, their life, their house. We, him and her, a man with blood on his hands and a girl that watched what was left of her crumble apart on burning wooden floorboards, even the smoke powerless against the terror streaming from her eyes.

Believing Joel has turned into a game with rules no one ever bothered explaining to her, and the contradictions are raised scars on her skin she can’t help but scratch at, picking away with her nails and only stopping once it is a bleeding wound again. He patches it back up, painless stitches and empty affirmations she accepts with a blank stare and static in her head, and then they enter a new round; the end result is always the same. Reality slips through her fingers for weeks as she tries to catch it, a constant heavy rain pearling off her palms like lotus-flower leaves, her lips dry enough to crack. Nothing comes easy, not eating, not sleeping, not walking down the hallway in the middle of the night to lean against the door frame so she can watch him breathe, alive, whole, the only family she has ever known and a total stranger. Maybe it should have worried her that the only easy thing is trusting him, letting him brush her hair and braid it when her reflection in the mirror flows apart, hands hanging at her side, too scared to touch, too scared to go right through her skin. Her nightmares still seep into her pillow, damp spots that are dry by the time he comes to wake her, check on her, always hovering, arms outstretched to catch her if she should stumble, but ghosts can’t fall; Ellie counts the bruises on her limbs and doesn’t remember getting a single one of them.

She sits with her back against the wall, palm resting against the glass, and she watches Joel, watches Tommy, watches people walk by and live day after day, wondering how everyone seems to have survived winter with rosy cheeks and a spring in their step, but she is left with frostbites and cold bones that never warm. They laugh, Ellie draws invisible patterns above their heads, unable to recall the last time she felt words on her tongue, head moving when Joel asks her questions, mouth stitched shut by hands she can feel all over her body. Her life is a flickering projection behind closed eyes, memories gray and scattered among the graves she keeps digging, always empty, the past well and alive in the back of her mind. None of it feels real, none of it is real, not when she turns and turns and turns, spinning on the same spot as the trees morph into a brown river streaking her vision, the fog holding her upright when she turns dizzy.

Ellie knows how the story continues, watching her body move, lips smiling, words spilling from an empty source, Joel’s hands burning through the ice on her skin and leaving branding marks only she can see.

Ellie knows how it ends, too, seeing a life flash by her eyes that belongs to a person she cannot recognize in the mirror, with nothing to hold onto that could stop her and pull her out, spinning until the pain of living is one with the fog, and she spends every minute waiting for it to flow away beneath her so she can finally let herself fall.

Ellie knows how it ends because it doesn’t.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel miller #i'd say im sorry but honestly i was completely numb writing it so #probably 50% projection and 50% vent fic

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buckyismybicycle · 6 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

thank you for this, babe💖💖 I know I'm late to the party but I couldn't come up with a list LOL. It's so difficult??? to just??? pick something I'm proud of?? My favourite fics are not necessarily my best-written fics, but they all have a special place in my heart for different reasons!

hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play)

This was an obvious one, I think anyone who knows me saw this coming. It's just brought me so much... reprieve. relief. cathartic release. It's a combination of two of my loves - fandom and hockey. I never imagined the overlap between those two fandoms would be very big, but it has brought me SO many incredible friends. People that I talk to regularly, people who make me smile with a single comment, people who have supported and encouraged me to keep going when I was afraid to. I just don't have enough words to describe how much those relationships mean to me, seriously. @alavenderleaf @hannahshattuck @rohruh @fsbc-librarian I love you with all my heart.

i'm the furthest thing from heaven, but the closest to home

This was a fic I recently wrote, which started as a 2-3K one shot for @circaclementine, and then suddenly it took over. I wrote this for an All Caps Bingo challenge and was really determined to do it (all Clem's fault), which drove this to nearly 20K (which is really long for ME, okay!). It combined a lot of (A) what I love (wingfic, angels), (B) what I wanted to explore more of (Steve waking up without Buck and (C) challenging myself to find canon-adjacent moments that I could re-write and bring into my story. I took a lot of lines and moments straight from the MCU, which I hoped that made the fic even more "real" for some people and I have to thank Clem for this delightful challenge and all the subsequent support that I needed, lol. Still, I loved every moment.

it's not love

I really loved writing this one because it was one of the first parts of my "Seb Stan Series" ideas. It's a rare pair (1940s Bucky/Lee Bodecker) but in writing this, I felt a bit of a challenge in writing someone that wasn't just Bucky. I explored a lot more about my writing, and honestly I was actually really proud of this one after Maya helped me fall in love with it all over again. It's sweet, sad, and that basically sums me up as a writer.

so don't go (wasting all our feelings)

How could this not be on my list! It was a fic that I basically wrote with my best pals @cable-knit-sweater @mxaether. It was an honour to write with Maya, and I am continuously blown away by what we accomplished. 36K words?! Are you freaking kidding me! And of course, not only was Kam's art fucking mindblowing but the endless support for all of our collective shouting was very much needed. I just can't even tell you how much love is in this fic and how much love came out of it. I'm so proud of us, truly. Love you both so much.

spoil me

It started with SamBuckyTorres (spread your wings) but I wanted to delve more into Bucky/Torres. I thought "oh! It'd be so fun to do an age difference fic" with Daddy Bucky (I'd never written daddy kink before this fic) and I think I just enjoyed unleashing Bucky on Torres. It made writing Dom Bucky easier for me in my later fics, which is really obvious to me looking back now! Thank you Baby Bird/Slut. Sorry Hannah for dragging you down with me. 😘

teach me how to love

This is the fic that got me started in the Bucky/Reader fandom. I was just writing a simple one-shot and the comments/feedback I got were so amazing that I just kept going?! And going, and going, and going. It turned into a 23 chapter monster purely based on the feedback I got and the conversations I was having. It brought me my first batch of fandom friends, and I'm forever thankful for the friends I made, like YOU! Love you, Lana. Thank you for coming on this wild journey with me.🥰🥰

#oops I got sentimental I am sorry #tag game #Lana how could you do this to me #THE POINTIS FIC MAKE ME FRENS AND I REALLY LOVE MY FRENS THE END #answered asks

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acidbathcat · 10 months

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the greeks really went off with tragedies. something about it is just as cathartic as a good ending. "and everything sucked, the end" is just as satisfying as "and everything worked out." all the bitter cruelty, barefaced and pure. realizing there's no other way it could have played out. isn't that a relief.

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Sea do you remember your firsts thoughts after listening FITF for the first time?

I’ll describe a couple of moments in Louis’ solo career that I remember clearly (as a solo Louie).

First was hearing the Walls songs at CCME in Spain in 2019. The Tumblr solo Louie community was strong back then. I was watching the concert and I tell you, I couldn’t believe the songs I heard. Louis might not like these songs (because he thinks they’re too “pop” and a bit of a cop-out), but they expressed some real, raw, bloody emotions, some personal issues like he talked about in AOTV in a pure and unfiltered form.

These songs were confessional and cathartic at the same time, the thoughts of a young man put through a tumultuous period of life, and Louis told it like it was, no varnish, no ambiguity, no poetry, no filter. When I tell you I cried listening to him— from sheer joy and relief, that this was Louis and no one else, his patience, his depth of feeling, his kindness, his wit and heart.

The performance was imperfect, and Louis was shaking from nervousness, but he did it.

When Walls came out, I listened from beginning to end in one sitting. The album was everything I could have hoped for. It was near-perfection. The only criticisms I have were 1. Perfect Now, and 2. Album was too short.

I did listen to the FITF leaked songs (justice for the leaked Lucky Again, a far superior version to the current album version). The thing about Louis is that he is always going to surprise us. I wasn’t quite sure about The Greatest vibes (a song in a minor key to open a concert?), and initially I really wasn’t a fan of Face The Music or Angels Fly.

FITF is a stronger album than Walls, more cohesive in theme and production (Walls was made over three years), with a clearer focus on genre, but I really loved the courage of Walls, the way Louis stepped into the unknown, knowing that Niall, Harry, and Zayn already had big first and second albums and knowing there was zero support for Louis’ own first album, that it wouldn’t be promoted or played on radio, that his tour was completely on him, his magnetism, his charisma, the strength of his musicianship (which he had always doubted).

I’ll mention one other moment that I will always remember, which was the first time I heard Bigger Than Me in full.

This song is THE big song of FITF; nothing comes close in ambition and concept. It was a beautiful way to start album promo. BTM is a very Louis song, too, full of nostalgia, humility, and love for our shared humanity, the way people come together when we put our egos aside. Think of the causes that Louis championed during the Covid pandemic, his tweets, the charities he promoted, the London Livestream, the first AFHF which was given gratis, and you’ll understand why Bigger Than Me is the essence of Louis and why it’s the core of FITF.

The song totally bangs. His voice is the quintessential Louis tenor showcase, incomparable.

This is why, even though there are always irritating things about Louis’ fandom, it’s impossible not to love this man.

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Hello!

While I never hated Godot you made me like him more!

If you don't mind what is your favorite thing about Godot

I'm so happy to hear that, anon. He's a good boy and if I have made anybody like him more then my dorky efforts have paid off. >:3

In general, I really like how hard they go with making him complex. Nothing about Godot is ever black and white. He's simultaneously noble and twisted, incredibly cool and incredibly lame, deeply tragic and deeply funny (is there another AA character who's so off-the-rails weird and laugh-out-loud funny while also being so intensely sad?)

But my favorite of those contrasts is that no matter how hard he pretends or how wrecked he is as a person, there is still good in him. He has a moral code leftover from his former self that he won't betray, no matter how bad he gets. As misguided and intensely mean as he is to Phoenix, he won't cheat in court and he won't get an innocent person sent to jail even to "stick it" to him (Godot literally just stops arguing his case once it's apparent they have the wrong person.) The coffee moment with Pearl and his interactions with Maya in 3-5 are indications that he still has a good heart under all the bluster. (Someone on my other post's notes described this as "he still has love to give" and that phrasing has stuck me in the brain like a splinter. It's haunting me.)

(3-5 spoilers beyond this point.)

Even his worst actions aren't straightforward. Godot takes somebody's life, but it's incredibly hard to call it a "murder." He was inarguably saving Maya's life in the process. The victim isn't straightforward either- he killed Misty Fey, but he also stopped Dahlia in the act of murdering Maya. And yes, as he admits, he did have a hand in setting up the circumstances around it, but so did Misty, and it's just UGGGH. SO TWISTY. And then he calls himself out for it! He recognizes his own failings and admits he was wrong! There's enough good left in him to realize how far he's fallen and how warped his actions have been. He ends the game on a note of cathartic acceptance and relief, and his ambiguous fate means we can freely think about where he might go and what he might do next. What kind of relationships he might have with other characters once he takes off the proverbial mask and lets them know the real Diego. EVEN MORE complexity on top of the delicious ice cream sundae of "I'm going to be thinking about this character forever" (ugh, that's a Godot-worthy dumb metaphor.)

If Godot was another heartless pure evil antagonist like Manfred von Karma or Matt Engarde, he wouldn't be nearly as interesting. If he had actually lost every shred of the good man he used to be, if there was no hope of redeeming him, or if he ever truly sank to the level of committing evil acts, I wouldn't care about him nearly as much. Godot is great because he's not a villain, he's an antagonist, one specifically designed as a foil/dark mirror to Phoenix, which is the kind of deep storytelling meta shit I absolutely eat up.

Also, he's hot. Hottest prosecutor in the series. Fight me, I'm right.

#gg answers #ace attorney #ace attorney meta #godot #ace attorney spoilers #t&t spoilers #pure evil antagonists are often really boring #gimme a little ambiguous spice on that bad boy #i wanna cry about him as much as i wanna kick his ass for being a drama queen

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Yeah, I don't think any of the OC exits have been good, even Matt's, but that's more to do with the 200th episode and buildup, which felt rushed, rather than the storyline. The only thing I'm happy about is that characters like Matt, Connor, Jay etc., weren't killed off, so they can return if they want to.

I actually think Gabby's exit was good. It felt very in character for her and everything that happened in season 6 with her actually felt like a lead-up to her leaving, even if Haas didn't believe Monica about leaving until the last minute (Bria, Cordova, her fights with Matt and Sylvie). And at least Gabby and Matt had a break-up onscreen.

I also didn't hate Mill's exit, just the execution.

Trying to remember the context this ask was sent in and I think we were talking about good and bad OC exits, the majority of which we both agree were bad ha ha.

I think just looking at Matt's exit, it was good. It made sense for who the character is, it was this really nice full circle moment all the way back to the pilot, it was built up fairly well (like the Dardens didn't just pop up randomly in the 200th) and you got a lot of nice goodbye moments amongst the cast that felt cathartic. I just think the exit felt a bit off because that was a bit of a weird time in the show and the fandom, there was a lot of confusion about Stella/Miranda, Stellaride were in a weird place, there was a lot of speculation about whether Jesse was leaving or not, so I think there was a bit of uh uneasiness I guess, surrounding the exit. But looking at it purely from a story perspective, I think it was really good.

I'm gonna be controversial for a sec and say that I still think Jay should have been killed off tho. I get wanting him to be alive for the possibility of him coming back, but nothing about his exit makes sense to me and I'd just rather they'd killed him off and been done with it. Him going back to the army, the shoddy reasoning behind it, him not saying a proper goodbye to the rest of the cast, his last scene being with Voight, leaving Hailey in this awful limbo. I fucking hate all of it.

I will agree with you re. Gabby tho. As someone who was not much of a Gabby or Dawsey fan by the end of Monica's tenure, her departure made a lot of sense to me. She was always a very compassionate, giving person, so sending her to PR to do relief work is 100% in character. And I think the breakdown of Dawsey's relationship was a longer time coming than people think, and it exposed some flaws that had been there since the beginning. It's rough for the Dawsey fans, I'll fully admit that, so they probably don't see it as a good exit, but yeah I think it was fairly well done.

Mills' exit was... fine. I mean, they kinda wrote him into a hole. Medically he couldn't be a firefighter anymore, he didn't have a lot tying him to Chicago once his family left, and just yeah, apparently the writers ran out of storylines for him. Whatever that means. In my head he chilled with his family in their new place for a while and then ended up in PR and hooked up with Gabby again (sorry I'm a Millson truther).

I don't think it had happened back when you sent this ask, but I'll also submit Ethan's exit as one of the best that OC have done. As much as I'll miss Ethan, he was written out well.

#answered #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #anti dawsey #anti gabby dawson #anti jay halstead #just to be safe

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6, 13, 14, 18 and 19.

6) What topic would you love to explore in your writing?

I really want to explore themes that are, for lack of a better word, more “adult.” Now, when I say that, I mean “adult” in the sense that I want to write content that explores the search for identity that so many people in their twenties face--the feelings of independence, loneliness, frustration, and everything else good and bad that make up those formative years. Those feelings embody a lot of what I am personally going through as someone that age, and I imagine it would feel cathartic to put them down on paper.

13) What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?

I’ve received a couple reviews from people who told me my writing made them want to write, too. I also had someone tell me my writing helped them out of a really hard time in their life. Let me tell you, those are really powerful reviews to receive, and I legitimately tear up when I go back and reread them.

14) What is something that you feel weird/uncomfortable writing about?

Well, this is unoriginal, especially for people who know me personally, but any kind of smut would be incredibly uncomfortable for me to write. Maybe it’s not even that I would feel uncomfortable; I would just feel out of my element. I don’t really have any interest in reading it, and I feel like writing it would make it all too obvious that my heart isn’t in it. I’m all for sweet, cutesy, lovey stuff, but the purely physical stuff isn’t my cup of tea.

18) Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.

I really have a soft sport for some of the very first lines of dialogue I wrote for Parade, especially between Zim and GIR. I’m proud of how I portrayed their relationship, and I feel like I made it as true to canon as I could.

"Where is it? Where is it? I can't leave this stinking planet without my, my...ugh!" Zim muttered angrily, pacing the floors and searching through various nooks and crannies.

GIR wandered in with a plate of French toast. "What you lookin' for?"

"My wig!" Zim spat, growing ever more frantic as he searched.

"It's on your head!" GIR squawked, accidentally spilling some syrup from his plate as he leaned forward, pointing directly at Zim's stunned face.

Zim swiftly felt his head, tearing off the black wig and revealing his two antennae, which sprang upwards as if spring-loaded. They slowly flattened back against his skull again as he sighed in relief. He straightened, composing himself once more.

"GIR, it's very important that we arrive to the convention well prepared. That means giving our insubordinates a lesson in what it truly means to be an invader." He shook the wig in GIR's face as he spoke. "We must demonstrate just how we have managed to seamlessly blend in with the humans."

19) Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story.

Nostalgia always has a special way of leaving lingering bliss in even the most mundane of memories.

Yeah, not the best line in the universe, but I feel like the core meaning is true. I’ll think about a time 15-year-old me stayed up late working on a project, and for some reason, it feels magical to 24-year-old me. Why? Maybe because the house was so silent and still while I worked. Maybe because I remember listening to the new Lorde album for the first time, and I’d learn to associate those songs with my early high school years. I don’t know. All I know is that this memory feels special and sacred even though I wasn’t doing anything particularly special. Nostalgia is a weird thing.

#thanks for the asks!#I missed doing these #ask games #writer ask game

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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE with CASYETTE, BARNS COURTNEY and PLACEBO in Stadium MK, Milton Keynes (SATURDAY, 21st May 2022) - review

Do you know the feeling when you have been waiting for something for so long it started to feel unreal the closer you got to it? Some sort of version of it wrapped tightly around me when I began my journey to Milton Keynes for My Chemical Romance's concert. Even though it's been a while since MCR have announced their comeback it didn't seem to sink in, like I was afraid to believe it, so it didn't hurt so much if it turned out to be some sort of elaborate deceit. More shows have been announced, I approached that with caution, even though I have bought another ticket. A song was released. A brand new song, and I was triple checking that it wasn't fake news. Especially that 'The Foundation of Decay' was just oh, so wholesome and made me feel excited about new music from one of my favourite artists, because, frankly, recently, nothing really did...

The day might have started with tears (as my anxiety was kicking in when I was in the train to Bletchley in Milton Keynes), but it finished with so much laughter that my stomach hurt (although it wasn't probably a laughing matter that the train to London was awfully full and we were all way into each others' personal spaces and I didn't have to hold on to anything half of the journey, because people around me were so close I wasn't going anywhere). There were some tears and much, much more laughter inbetween. Laughter was laced with relief and sense of belonging to this community of fantastic bunch of weirdos. Tears, tears came throughout the show, at various moments for various people, for various reasons. But what was truly beautiful, was the caring for one another, as soon as one was noticing someone was bawling their eyes out, they were on the case to console, hug, shed tears together, grab some water and calm down whoever needed it. So in a way the sadness, frustrations and negative feelings released with streams of tears were transformed there and then into something incredibly positive and surely cathartic. It was for me.

I knew there would be tears during the show, but I couldn't be sure when exactly. I wasn't very surprised to see the moment was 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)'. Not my proudest moment, yet it didn't feel half as embarrassing as it normally would. It felt right to express it, let it out. And then: breathe. Until 'Famous Last Words' was in full swing and my eyes watered again.

But... on the other hand: I haven't felt that pure unobstructed happiness of the moment for a very long time. Concerts used to bring that feeling to me, every single time. Then something must have been broken and the feeling wasn't quite the same. It got incredibly close to that feeling when, after the pandemic started to ease a bit, the festivals started to happen and I could immerse myself in the live music again. I remember my cheeks hurt from smiling after Don Broco's headline show on Slam Dunk. But I digress.

When MCR started their show Gerard said that there was no plan, undertones of laughter in his voice were the proof that they did enjoy the glorious return to being a band. So no setlist set in stone, I believe one of the security guards mentioned they had four of them – so it was about to be a musical pick 'n mix and I was absolutely fine with that.

For a 'no plan' it was a genius idea to open with the newest in MCR's catalogue – 'The Foundations of Decay', where the last bit is a call to arms of sorts, a call awakening everyone from the slumber and a definite mood setter: 'GET UP COWARD!' was a thunder rolling through the Stadium MK. The ending of the set was as genius as its start – 'Helena' being the perfect closer, and oh, what a long wait it was to hear that song and scream those words: 'So long and goodnight!'.

It may not have been an anniversary of Frank being welcomed to the band, there may not have been special song dedications or Joan of Arc day or band's family member's birthday but it was still incredibly memorable and unique, because I could see the happiness and joy of band members that was lacking before they broken up, I'd dare to say it was sealed with a kiss: Gerard kissed Frank, the crowd exploded ecstatic and it felt that all fell into place, like it was like it used to, yet it was something brand new at the same time.

There was however one special mention – Gerard paid tribute to Power Trip's late singer Riley Gale saying they wanted to ask Power Trip to go with them on reunion shows. Mind you, Power Trip is a crossover thrash/thrash metal band, so as he continued praising the band he said they would have probably said 'no' to joining them on tour, but then he added 'No, I think they would come'. And I think they just might have if they had a chance, because something tells me it would have been one of these experiences you didn't want to miss.

Some may say that this show wasn't as weird/exciting/fabulous as the others, because Gerard didn't come to the stage neither covered in fake blood (first show at MK Stadium), nor in mud (Glasgow, last show in UK). Just an “ordinary” look. It didn't make the show any less fulfilling though. It was all there: the smirks, the awkward banters that would quite often finish with Gerard's (or others' laughter), because he either lost the plot in the middle of the story or the story went to the place that surprised even him, the geeky weirdness, the madness painted on his face mid songs, Mikey's intense gaze, tiny little smirk on Frank's lips...

Gerard commanded the crowd as he always did and could, like there was no abysmal gap between before break-up and now: fans got “told off” because they didn't click and lift up their phones with torches on (I believe it was before 'Summertime')

'I didn't have to tell them on Thursday, it happened naturally.' he rebuked. But was rather amused at the same time, which ruined the reproach a little.

Both him and Frank made the crowd step back when pushing and pressure became a bit too much for front rows (and for everyone caught inbetween).

I was glad they went ahead with that show, because Gerard had some issues with his voice (ah, good old self-deprecating humour, but truth be told he did sound a bit funny when he talked).

Twenty odd songs – as old as a band ('Our Lady of Sorrows'), a bunch that never made the cut and became part of 'Conventional Weapons' ('Make Room!!!!', 'Boy Division'), some played for the first time in a long time (longer than the others) – 'Bulletproof Heart' in this case (or as the band kept on calling it during the shows 'Trans Am', its original title), the must have's: 'Welcome to the Black Parade', 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)', the ones that kept the party going: 'Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)', 'DESTROYA', 'Mama'.

No distractions, full attention focused on what's in front of me and what's around me. Feeling whole for just a little while, fully embracing the fact that it wasn't just a phase.

Setlist:

The Foundations of Decay

I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

Give 'Em Hell, Kid

Make Room!!!!

Summertime

Bulletproof Heart

This Is How I Disappear

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Famous Last Words

Surrender the Night

Teenagers

DESTROYA

Our Lady of Sorrows

Vampire Money

Thank You for the Venom

Mama

Welcome to the Black Parade

Sleep

Encore:

Boy Division

Helena

The show was a treat, but so was the bunch of bands performing before MCR each day. The opening act was Cassyette and oh, boy I did not expect the energy and the power of the growl she had in her. Hands down she woke up whoever dared to sleep with her mighty vocals, energetic set and contagious positive vibes. A goth princess with a dash of lolitta and hell loads of charisma made the crowd move to the beat and enjoy her music.

Then the mood shifted completely and Barns Courtney brought the indie rock vibes, rock and roll attitude and mixed the lot with light and dance elements of pop, some raw riffs and sweet, sweet range of his voice. Honey toned crooning was becoming loud like a bell in seconds, feel good vibes were just as contagious as the catchy tunes and the crowd was hooked.

Then the special treat, at least for me, guest extraordinaire: Placebo. Absolute legends. Brian's haunting vocals were echoing through the stadium, paired with roar of guitars made me want to just take it all in. So mesmerising you couldn't look away. Such a mix of emotions too: beautiful sadness, yet strange joy were interlacing with Placebo's songs old and new.

Before the show I heard people complain a little, that Placebo didn't really interact with the crowd, just sang their songs and left, but that was not the case on Saturday 21st. The little smiles, the big ones and thank yous were all there. And a fascinating observation, that each (or almost) song had a guitar change.

Also the DJ sets between bands' shows provided by Sean Smith were so on point and brought back so many memories and were basically pure fire

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Sound Bath & Its Benefits: Relaxation and Healing Through Harmonic Waves

In this fast-paced world, finding moments of tranquility and peace can be a challenge. Sound baths, a unique form of sound therapy, offer a rejuvenating escape from the stresses of modern life. Through the therapeutic use of sound and vibrations, individuals can experience deep relaxation, heightened awareness, and emotional healing. In this comprehensive article, we will delve into the captivating world of sound baths and explore their numerous benefits, ranging from stress reduction to improved sleep and increased creativity.

Sound Bath & Its Benefits Explained

A sound bath is an immersive experience that involves lying down comfortably while a practitioner plays various instruments, such as singing bowls, gongs, and chimes, producing harmonic frequencies. The sound waves create a soothing, meditative atmosphere that envelopes the participants, promoting a deep sense of relaxation. Let's explore the numerous benefits of this extraordinary practice:

Stress Reduction and Anxiety Relief: In today's hectic world, stress and anxiety have become common companions for many. Sound baths offer a respite from these overwhelming emotions. The gentle and rhythmic vibrations from the instruments work like magic, calming the nervous system and reducing cortisol levels, the primary stress hormone. This calming effect induces a sense of tranquility, promoting mental clarity and emotional balance.

Enhanced Meditation Experience: For those seeking to deepen their meditation practice, sound baths can be a powerful ally. The harmonic frequencies facilitate a quicker and more profound meditative state, allowing individuals to access deeper levels of consciousness and inner peace. As the mind becomes entrained with the soothing sounds, it becomes easier to let go of distractions and enter a state of pure mindfulness.

Physical Healing and Pain Management: Sound waves have the incredible ability to penetrate deep into the body, reaching areas that are difficult to access through traditional healing methods. As the harmonic frequencies flow through the body, they stimulate cells and tissues, promoting self-healing and reducing inflammation. This can lead to alleviating chronic pain and promoting overall physical well-being.

Improved Sleep Quality: For those struggling with sleep disturbances, sound baths offer a natural remedy. The serene and harmonious sounds help regulate the sleep cycle, encouraging deep and restorative slumber. As participants enter a state of profound relaxation, the body can repair and rejuvenate during sleep, leading to increased energy levels and enhanced cognitive function during the day.

Enhanced Creativity and Focus: Sound baths have the power to unlock the creative potential within individuals. By calming the mind and reducing mental clutter, these sessions pave the way for enhanced focus, creativity, and productivity. Many artists, writers, and innovators incorporate sound baths into their routines to tap into their creative flow.

Chakra Balancing and Alignment: In Eastern philosophies, chakras are the energy centers in the body, and when they are imbalanced, it can lead to physical and emotional disharmony. Sound baths, with their diverse frequencies, can help realign and balance these energy centers, promoting overall vitality and well-being.

Boosted Immune System: The calming effect of sound baths reduces stress, a major contributor to weakened immune systems. When stress levels are lowered, the body's natural defense mechanisms can function optimally, enhancing the immune response and overall health.

Emotional Release and Healing: Sound baths can be a cathartic experience, allowing individuals to release buried emotions and trauma. The harmonious vibrations create a safe space for emotional healing and processing, leading to a profound sense of emotional liberation.

Increased Self-Awareness: As participants journey inward during a sound bath, they can gain deeper insights into themselves and their emotions. This heightened self-awareness fosters personal growth, self-acceptance, and a stronger connection to one's true self.

Community and Connection: Sound baths are often experienced in group settings, fostering a sense of community and shared consciousness. The collective vibrations and intentions create a powerful synergy that strengthens connections among participants.

Reduced Blood Pressure: The calming effect of sound baths has been linked to a reduction in blood pressure. Lower blood pressure contributes to cardiovascular health and reduces the risk of heart-related issues.

Alleviation of Depression Symptoms: Sound baths can be a complementary tool in managing depression symptoms. The soothing sounds can uplift mood, promoting feelings of hope, joy, and overall well-being.

Spiritual Growth and Awakening: For those on a spiritual journey, sound baths can be a gateway to higher states of consciousness and spiritual awakening. The profound experiences during these sessions can lead to a deeper connection with the universe and a sense of interconnectedness.

Improved Digestion: The vibrational frequencies of sound baths can have a positive impact on the digestive system. As the body relaxes, digestion improves, leading to better nutrient absorption and reduced gastrointestinal discomfort.

Release of Muscle Tension: The gentle vibrations from sound baths penetrate the muscles, releasing tension and promoting relaxation. This can be particularly beneficial for those who experience chronic muscle stiffness or pain.

Aid in Addiction Recovery: For individuals on a journey of recovery, sound baths can provide solace and support. The calming effects can help manage withdrawal symptoms, reduce cravings, and promote emotional healing during the recovery process.

Improved Concentration and Memory: As the mind becomes more tranquil through sound baths, cognitive functions such as concentration and memory are enhanced. This can lead to improved academic or professional performance.

Enhanced Emotional Resilience: Regular participation in sound baths can build emotional resilience, making it easier to cope with life's challenges and maintain emotional stability.

Harmonious Relationships: Sound baths' ability to balance energy centers can extend to interpersonal relationships, fostering harmony and understanding among individuals.

Enhanced Intuition: The heightened state of awareness attained during sound baths can sharpen intuition and gut instincts.

FAQs

FAQ 1: Can Anyone Participate in a Sound Bath?

Ans – Yes, sound baths are suitable for people of all ages and fitness levels. However, individuals with certain medical conditions or who are pregnant should consult a healthcare professional before participating.

FAQ 2: What Can I Expect During a Sound Bath Session?

Ans – During a sound bath, you will lie down comfortably on a mat or cushion while the practitioner plays various instruments. The harmonic vibrations will envelop you, promoting deep relaxation and an enhanced meditative state.

FAQ 3: How Often Should I Attend Sound Bath Sessions?

Ans – The frequency of sound bath sessions depends on individual preferences and needs. Some people find weekly sessions beneficial, while others may attend monthly or as needed.

FAQ 4: Can Sound Baths Replace Medical Treatment?

Ans – While sound baths offer numerous benefits, they are not a substitute for medical treatment. They can be used as a complementary therapy to support overall well-being.

FAQ 5: What Instruments Are Used in Sound Baths?

Ans – Sound baths may feature various instruments, such as crystal singing bowls, gongs, chimes, and tuning forks, each producing distinct vibrations and frequencies.

Conclusion:

Sound baths are a mesmerizing journey into the world of harmonic waves, where relaxation and healing interweave. With numerous benefits ranging from stress reduction to enhanced creativity and emotional healing, sound baths have gained popularity as a powerful tool for improving overall well-being. Whether you're seeking relief from stress, a better night's sleep, or a path to spiritual awakening, the enchanting sounds of a sound bath can guide you on a profound and transformative journey. Embrace the magic of sound baths and discover the profound impact they can have on your mind, body, and soul.

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