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This is the best description I’ve heard for this method, I always thought it was bullshit because I never heard a description that actually explained how to do this other than “tap your head 20 times”.
I have anxiety-induced hissing, which sounds/feels different from sound-induced tinnitus (which I have also experience). Sound-based tinnitus actually sounds like you’re “hearing” something in your ears, whilst the hissing I have feels like it’s “inside my head”, if that makes sense. But this technique still helps!!
Here’s a visual I found because I couldn’t understand the instructions well
My ringing just went away for the first time in years. What is this blissful quiet.
wait wait i gotta try this, i don’t think i’ve had Actual Silence since i was like 5
HOW THE FUCK
Reblogging to save a life, and also because, even if you don’t have tinnitus, this is totally worth trying if you like new sensory experiences.
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HAVE THOSE BIRDS AND WIND BEEN THERE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME
“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)
n-no~ /sobbing
In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.
(original grandthing made by spaggel I just borrowed it)
SCREAMING
GRANPA STILINSKI’S PRECIOUS ANGEL.
I was crying about this at work today and Spag had to send me fucking this:
“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”
And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:
Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.“ Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?“ “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ "His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.“ "Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - “ he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.“ "What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.“ He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?“ "Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“
"No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.“
The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.
"He’s beautiful," his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles.
"Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“
Newly Grandpa’d Stilinski show’s pictures of his most PRECIOUS OF ALL GRANDCHILDREN to who he’s interrogating so that if they look at the face of SUCH AN ANGEL they’ll confess and lead a good life.
THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.
Sorry, Spag, if the first one was stupid, then this one’s just idiotic. I’m going to bed. This is your fault.
They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out.
So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison.
It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, “I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl.
Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!“ which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.“ And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed.
They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.
One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams.
"That’s It,” Derek says from behind him.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “Where’d our ugly little boy go?“ He’d told It once not to worry about his looks, that everyone starts out awkward. Look at your dad, Stiles said, pointing Derek. He had to grow into those stupid buck teeth and big ears, and It had turned his eyes on Derek and didn’t blink for five minutes. Stiles hadn’t really believed that It would ever, uh, grow into himself, but it appears he was wrong, because his weird kid has turned into a GQ model. “Just like his dad,” Stiles says out loud, and Derek pushes him down the stairs.
BONUS PLOT TWIST: STILES WAS THE UGLIEST FUCKING BBY AROUND
THE UGLIEST BABY
COME TO THINK OF IT, NO ONE BUT STILES AND DEREK WERE SURPRISED ABOUT HOW UGLY THEIR KID CAME OUT
Day off, watching movies on my (bed)couch, and my boys are all over me 😻😻
Yes, the one on the right is the size of a Maine coon but is just a plain black cat suffering of anxiety and except my ex husband I’m the only person who’s seeing and touching him in real.
It would probably still work 😌
original hollanov version here
p.s. if this sounds like you, join the sterek book club discord!
Already doing it! Fourth or fifth time that I start over…. There was only, yes only, 55000 fics back then, still haven’t found the one I was looking for but damn did I discover jewels!!! I laughed, cried, cringed, hated, screamed, etc and will continue to do so. I like to love and hate all the character of TW 😈 except for cheating… @daisybeats this is my sin I’m actually crazy. 🤣 @homemadesterekpie would love to read all your Tumblr stories on AO3 your imagination is incredible. @isthatbloodonhisshirt when I’m in a mood I go back to your page to read your stories from start to last.
love the idea of Stiles having some typical insecurities about his body and such but once he and Derek start fucking he starts feeling himself so much.
Derek being kind of a talker when he’s balls deep in Stiles and its all praises and blissed out comments about just how fucking hot and beautiful Stiles is for him.
Stiles literally doesn’t know how to act anymore, he starts taking nudes to send to Derek at all hours, he starts wearing tighter, more revealing clothes.
he starts to go out more, obviously with Derek and Stiles gets delirious at just how tactile Derek is and always has to have at least one hand on Stiles at all times; at the small of his back, at his waist, on his thigh, at the back of his neck, on his ass…
Stiles doesn’t really see anyone else anymore because all he wants is to be with Derek because Derek makes him feel so fucking hot and so fucking wanted.
his dad starts asking questions like is he seeing anyone while knowing full well that Stiles have been seeing the guy who had been under suspicion of murder not that long ago because its not that big of a town and people like to talk but he doesn’t press when Stiles lies and say he isn’t seeing anyone.
Because Stiles has been even more distant than usual lately and it feels a lot like if he presses too hard Stiles will just slip through his fingers and disappear.
Stiles feels guilty about lying but he just wants to keep Derek and what they share together just for himself for a bit longer.
The whole story of Teen Wolf plays out, werewolves and kanima's and alpha packs etc etc, the horror comes and goes, blood is spilled and forgotten, death happens and life moves on.
Everyone is there from The Hale's down to Deaton and the Stilinski's. Erica and Boyd are alive, Isaac is a wolf still. The Hale's are Derek and Cora and Peter returned from the dead, still squirmy and smirking.
The story ends and ripples like a dream, the image fading away until you are left with Stiles in a bed, silent and still apart from the movement of his chest rising and falling. Beside him in an uncomfortable hospital chair is his father, the sheriff reading from a book that he knew his son enjoyed once. Lord Of the Rings, the characters falling from the page and his lips.
In a bed across from him lays another still body, a joint room in the long term ward of the Beacon Hill's Memorial Hospital. Stiles is there and has been since he was eight years old, his mother had tried to drown him and while his father had been quick enough to save his life, the damage had been done and he had not woken up at all, doctors have no idea while he hasn't woken, that all brain activity is normal and for all their tests and research shows that Stiles should be awake and leading a normal teenage life now.
He's seventeen, soon approaching his eighteenth birthday and with a sigh, the sheriff finishes his chapter and puts the bookmark back in between the pages before setting it down on the stand beside the bed. He wishes his son a goodnight and kisses his forehead after brushing away his hair, reminding him to get it trimmed soon.
With only a glance towards the other bed, he leaves the room and then the ward, then the hospital, pausing just long enough at the door of his car to look up towards the darkening sky.
Back in the room, across the bed from Stiles lays another bed, another body beneath the covers, but this one doesn't get any visitors at all, he doesn't move and he doesn't talk. He's frozen inside a body that can open and close his eyes and nothing else. His family had abandoned him after the fire that claimed his home and the rest of his family, his niece and nephew the only ones to survive apart from him.
Peter Hale lays prone.
Two bodies, two broken minds, two people who are trapped within themselves, battling similar nightmares night after night. Chasing after any change, of any chance of waking.
The night Stiles turned eighteen, it's a full moon outside.
The pure white light shines in through windows where curtains had been forgotten, left at the sides of the window the moonlight shines down across both of the bodies.
Almost at once something seems to ripple through the room, a silent wave of energy that swirls around them both, nothing stirs at first and then almost as if planned, two sets of eyes open, snapping open to stare up at an unknowing ceiling.
A pair of eyes once whiskey brown, glows brightly with emerald sparks.
A pair of eyes once azure blue, burns fiercely cyan.
Together they sit up and stare across the room at each other, a silent conversation growing between them, a life missed out and connection building.
A wolf once lost and feral,
A boy once young and care free and happy.
Together they make a fierce couple, a team that will take now shit from anyone, a partnership that leaves ripples after them that even the most unknowing will shiver from.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
Re blogging if someone needs it ;) Pretty much in a good place just wishing my continued success at the airport in any case ^-^
if you dont brush your tongue youre not allowed come within a 10 foot radius around me
um. teen wolf but make it gilmore girls. something something.
@daisybeats 🤣
I promise I didn't disappear, I just don't have any impulse control and started several at once again haha
Stiles getting a job at the FBI after his internship and getting some pretty serious security clearance and finds out most bureaus are affiliated with hunter groups all across the country or agents themselves are hunters on the side who are dedicated to terrorizing local werewolf (among other supernaturals) communities.
he goes through major disillusionment and steals a shit ton of documents and starts sharing them with all the packs mentioned in the documents but also the ones who aren’t so they can be warned.
obviously he’s found out and a manhunt is launched but Stiles is now under the protection of every single werewolf pack in the country and some across borders into Canada and Mexico as well.
Derek being Stiles’ alpha he makes arrangements for Stiles to go into hiding with another pack for a while to lay low but Stiles refuses to leave. his place is beside Derek, in their own territory, thats where he’ll always be the safest.
when the hunters/agents finally catch on and try to enter into their territory they can’t even cross the invisible borders. Derek’s pack is huge and it’s strong and their borders are protected, no one goes in or out without the Alpha knowing about it. also maybe the nematon is thriving and connected to Derek so the territory will keep threats out entirely.
all in all they’ll never be able to get to Stiles without getting through Derek, his pack and the ancient forces of the nematon.
over the years you see on tv that many fbi bureaus are mysteriously being shut down all over the country but not a lot of info is shared to the public but the ones who knows understand what it means. people who’ve been terrorized for so long were finally able to fight back.
I know there’s a fic where Stiles is compromised by the FBI and save 2 kids from a pack that got killed in a compound and call Derek to come and get him as a last resort. They base themselves in BH to take down the BadFbi and Gerard Argent.
It's too bad Netfl1x recently stopped streaming Teen W0lf.
On an unrelated note: This is definitely "NOT" a list of links to three different Drives that contain every episode of Teen W0lf
Season 1
Season 2
Season 3A
Season 3B
Season 4
Season 5
Season 6A & 6B
With recent news of Teen Wo|f also now being taken off of Hu|u, thought it'd be a good idea to bring this around again. 👀
Obviously we need to spread the news so we can all prepare for this tragedy…
Something Jayce can’t do. Based on the hilarious vid from breeandclint on tiktok
Missed my skrunklies 🥹 beach times!