#High-Quality Earbuds

[crazydiscostu]

TOZO T20 TWS Earbuds

Luxury options at an affordable price point ?

Whether you’re a fitness enthusiast in need of rugged, waterproof earbuds or a music lover seeking high-quality sound, the TOZO T20s aim to meet your demands. Lets see how TOZO hope to achieve that mammoth task… Product supplied for review purposes TOZO T20 Lets start off talking about waterproofing – this is an impressive feature for any earbuds. The waterproofing makes them ideal for…

[qrowscant-art]

Now I'm curious, what kinds of gifts would is-ot like? Even if Fodder doesn't make much I could see them getting is-ot something small maybe and vice versa

really, anything he can use to decorate himself. he'd decorate his chassis + screens with a bunch of tacky stickers and his walls with LIVE LAUGH LOVE-style furniture. real suburbia nightmare type stuff. he thinks it's very charming. it's hideous.

also as for fodder, um. it's complicated

drones aren't employees. they're prisoners with long sentences forced into (very hazardous) labor by their government. most of their day is spent maintaining IS-OT. their greatest gift is quality time, i suppose.

[sporesgalaxy]

was so caught up in having a new phone that i forgot they fucking removed earphone jacks.

[alias-mike]

i often go without headphones these days bc the ones i have are really chunky and the wire is super long and i need to unplug it from my pc to bring it around and im scared that doing it too much will damage the plug and

i should just get earbuds again shouldnt i

[headphonemouse]

I’m listening to the magnus archives and when I started today the first episode i listened to had only the creepy background noise and no voiceover. no way, i thought, this can’t be it. so i flick around the progress bar trying to find even a whisper but no it’s just the background music. i move from the rusty quill website to youtube, thinking it might have, though highly unlikely, been uploaded wrong. still no narration. i pop over to the comments and think everyone must be in on some joke as they talk as if it were a normal episode. maybe it is a normal episode. the sounds are as offputting as always, but why is the episode 25 minutes long if it’s just ambient noises? i check my headphones and find that they aren’t plugged in all the way

[rohirric-hunter]

Skullcandy Ink’d earbuds, which are now discontinued by the company, provided such a clear and high-quality sound that their current products don’t even try to compete with.

[hestpro]

Top Wireless Earbuds for 2024 Unmatched Sound Quality and Comfort — Hest

If you’re on the hunt for the best wireless earbuds of 2024, you’ve come to the right place. In this guide, we’ll explore the top picks that offer unmatched sound quality and comfort. With so many options available, choosing the right pair can be overwhelming. But don’t worry, we’ve done the research for you. Let’s dive into the world of high-quality earbuds, specifically focusing on Hest products, renowned for their innovation and superior audio performance.

Why Choose Wireless Earbuds?

Key Features to Look For

1. Sound Quality

The primary reason people invest in high-quality earbuds is the sound experience. Look for earbuds with clear highs, rich mids, and deep bass. Hest wireless earbuds are known for their superior sound engineering, ensuring you hear every detail.

2. Comfort and Fit

Comfort is crucial, especially for long listening sessions. Earbuds should fit snugly without causing discomfort. Hest designs its earbuds with ergonomic shapes and multiple ear tip sizes to ensure a perfect fit for everyone.

3. Battery Life

Long battery life is essential, so you’re not constantly recharging. The best wireless earbuds offer at least 6–8 hours of playback on a single charge, with an additional 20–30 hours provided by the charging case. Hest earbuds excel in this department, providing extended playtime to keep you connected all day.

4. Noise Cancellation

Active Noise Cancellation (ANC) helps to block out unwanted noise, enhancing your listening experience. Hest’s high-quality earbuds feature excellent ANC, allowing you to immerse yourself fully in your music or calls.

Tips for Choosing the Right Earbuds

When selecting the best wireless earbuds for your needs, consider the following tips:

Usage: Determine where and how you will use your earbuds. For sports, choose a model like Hest Active Sport. For daily use, Hest Pro X or Elite may be better.

Budget: Decide your budget. Hest offers a range of products to suit different price points without compromising on quality.

Features: Prioritize features that matter most to you, such as ANC, battery life, or water resistance.

Conclusion

Finding the best wireless earbuds doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With Hest’s range of high-quality earbuds, you can enjoy unparalleled sound quality and comfort. Whether you’re a music enthusiast, a fitness buff, or someone who needs reliable earbuds for daily use, Hest has something to offer. Explore the world of Hest earbuds and elevate your audio experience in 2024.

Remember, the right pair of earbuds can make a significant difference in how you enjoy your favorite tunes. Happy listening!

For More Information: https://hestpro.com/earphones/earbuds/

[uniquexblogs]

kullcandy Dime True Wireless In-Ear Bluetooth Earbuds Compatible with iPhone and Android / Charging Case and Microphone / Great for Gym, Sports, and Gaming

FEATURES:

Brand: ----------------------------------------------- Skullcandy

Model Name: ------------------------------------------ Dime

Color: ---------------------------------------------------- Golden Orange

Form Factor: ------------------------------------------- In Ear

Connectivity Technology: ---------------------------- Bluetooth

Buy Now: Wireless In-Ear Bluetooth Earbuds

About this item:

Note : If the size of the earbud tips does not match the size of your ear canals or the headset is not worn properly in your ears, you may not obtain the correct sound qualities or call performance. Change the earbud tips to ones that fit more snugly in your ear

Rad Music Quality - Whether you're hardcore gaming or listening on the go the Dime produces supreme audio quality with high highs and deep bass. Plus use the Mic for phone calls and only 1 hour of charge will get the earbuds to 100% battery

Mini and Mighty - Jeremy says the charging case is the weight of an African Swallow, but it's actually lighter at only 32 grams, and it packs 8.5 battery hours, and an awesome way to keep your bluetooth earbuds safe

Ultra comfortable design - Big ears, small ears or medium sized ears the Dime fits them all, included in the box you'll receive 3 rubber tips to fit your ear

Leave your phone in your pocket - you spend too much time on it anyway, control your music from the Dime AND you can leave the Dime charging case in your pocket it's only 2.45 x 1.53 inches wide

Buy With Confidence - 1 Year warranty included with the Dime, whether you're an adult or child be sure to wear your earbuds in full confidence

Buy Now: Wireless In-Ear Bluetooth Earbuds

Buy Now: Wireless In-Ear Bluetooth Earbuds

[sluttish-armchair]

Trying to figure out the correct timing for this first scene is getting………. difficult……

[earbudsdepot]

Everything You Need to Know About Sony WF-1000XM4

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds. In this article, we will dive into all the details that you need to know about these top-of-the-line earbuds. Whether you are a music lover, a commuter, or a fitness enthusiast, the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds are the perfect fit for you. We will cover all the features, specifications, and benefits of these earbuds and help you decide if they are the right choice for you.

Design and Build Quality:

The Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds are designed to fit comfortably in your ears, with a secure fit that won't fall out during exercise. The earbuds are made with high-quality materials that are both lightweight and durable. The charging case is also made with premium materials, with a sleek and stylish design that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Audio Quality:

The audio quality of the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds is top-notch, with industry-leading noise-canceling technology that will block out any unwanted noise. The earbuds are equipped with a powerful driver unit that delivers clear and detailed sound, with a wide frequency range that covers all types of music genres. The earbuds also support high-resolution audio, which means you can enjoy your music in the best possible quality.

Battery Life:

The battery life of the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds is impressive, with up to 8 hours of continuous playback on a single charge. The charging case also provides an additional 16 hours of battery life, which means you can enjoy your music all day long without worrying about running out of battery. The earbuds also support fast charging, with just 5 minutes of charging providing up to 60 minutes of playback time.

Connectivity:

The Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds come with advanced Bluetooth 5.2 technology, which provides a stable and reliable connection to your devices. The earbuds also support LDAC and DSEE Extreme, which means you can enjoy high-quality audio streaming from your favorite music streaming services.

Features:

The Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds come with a range of features that enhance the overall listening experience. The earbuds support touch controls, which allow you to adjust the volume, skip tracks, and activate your voice assistant with just a few taps. The earbuds also come with a smart feature that automatically adjusts the noise-canceling level based on your environment.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds are the perfect choice for anyone looking for high-quality earbuds that deliver exceptional audio quality, comfortable fit, and a long battery life. With its advanced noise-canceling technology, high-resolution audio support, and smart features, these earbuds are a true game-changer. So why wait? Get your hands on the Sony WF-1000XM4 earbuds today and experience the ultimate listening experience.

[five-hxrgreeves]

Not Like Quill

PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader

WC: 2.5k (longer than I intended, oof!) 

SUMMARY: after your half-brother and half-sister leave, you’re left to fill in Peter’s shoes on the Guardian team. Unfortunately, Rocket can only see the faults where you lack the qualities that his best friend has. Luckily, though, a certain golden boy is always there to cheer you up.

WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is my first official one shot AND first time writing for GOTG (hopefully I did a good job.) I saw GOTG3 in the theaters almost a week ago and WOW, was I surprised by Adam!! (I make it a point to not watch trailers to avoid spoilers.) I liked Will in The Dawn Treader but I haven’t seen any of his other movies since they’re not genres I usually watch, but I have been SLEEPING on this man!! I’m now obsessed with Gally (I’ve never even seen TMR but I’ve now read a ton of FFs) and, of course, Adam. So, here’s a one-shot :)

I know that Peter gave Rocket his Zune but in this scenario he gave it to you, his other half-sister. You do have powers but they’re not really mentioned here; if anyone is interested I can make a sequel/prequel.

Part 0 , Part 2

The repairs to Knowhere were going well— or at least as well as could be expected with leaders who bickered as much as the remaining Guardians. Peter and Mantis had left the planet a few weeks ago, leaving everyone quite sad at their departure. But, there were things to do so those that remained moved on as best they could in order help out. You, however, as Peter’s half-sister, had been hit harder by their departures than the others. Mantis and Peter were the only family you had, especially since the group had killed your father (not that he’d been a good one, of course.) Sure, the other Guardians had become like family to you over the years, but they weren’t blood— but this is also the only reason why you decided to stay instead of going off on your own like your siblings.

To make matters worse, the only physical reminder that you had of your brother was his Zune, which he’d left to you since you’d always stolen it anyway. Almost every day since his departure you could be found with the Zune clipped to your belt with at least one— and often both— earbuds plugged in to drown out the world. You busied yourself with helping the rest of the population repair their homes, enjoying the physical work as it tired you out too much to think about your missing family. When you weren’t working, you were training, which is how you (more officially) met one of the newest members of the Guardians, Adam. It hadn’t been the best first meeting, but that was a story for another time.

You were grateful to him for saving your brother so after he apologized for almost killing you, you forgave him pretty easily. Since you wanted to fill up your free time as much as possible, you offered to help train him because although he had powers, he’d barely been a match for the Guardians during the initial fight. You became close because of this and you found that you enjoyed his myriad of questions. You made sure to always be patient when answering him since you knew that the other Guardians were either too busy or would snap at him.

However, that was about the only good thing that had happened to you since the defeat of the High Evolutionary. The only time you really saw Rocket, Groot, Drax or Nebula was when you helped out around the headquarters or went on a mission, and even that wasn’t the same as it used to be. Rocket was a very different leader than Peter; he was, well, smarter, so that was good, but he had yet to acquire any sort of nurturing or encouraging attitude. When they trained as a team to get used to each other (as they had also added Kraglin and Viola to the group), Rocket would veer towards critical rather than critiquing.

“No, on your left, you idiot! Your other left!”

“You call that aim? Blurp could hit the target better than you!”

And, lastly, “that’s not how Quill would do it!”

Ouch. That one was always aimed at you, for anything Rocket could criticize you for. It didn’t have to just be training; sometimes he took it to ridiculous levels, either for the music you selected or the food you cooked. Anything you did, he compared you to your brother. And of course, you loved Peter; along with the other Guardians, he had saved you and Mantis from Ego and for that alone you would love him, but he had left you terribly big shoes to fill and you weren’t even the leader. You tried to hide how much Rocket’s words affected you— usually by keeping your Zune close at hand to drown him out, but they did get you down.

Even worse was his nickname for you. Although it had once been endearing, “little Quill” now felt like more of an insult— as if he knew you could never measure up to Peter. You never confronted him about this since you knew Rocket had a barbed tongue, but after being abandoned by your siblings, his words seemed to hit you harder than before. So, you kept your distance from him as best you could and tolerated it when you couldn’t.

On this particular day, you had decided to make chocolate chip cookies, which Peter had taught you to make on the first ‘Christmas’ that you’d been with the Guardians. You were really missing your brother so you plugged in your earbuds and started on the familiar recipe. In this instance, the kitchen that you were using was communal, so it was no surprise that someone else walked in on you as you baked. You didn’t notice at first, too lost in the music of Bohemian Rhapsody.

Adam had come into the kitchen after following the sweet scent that had caught his attention. He smiled a little at the sight of you standing at the counter, elbow-deep in. . . something. It was golden in color, although lighter than his skin, and flecked with black. He waved to get your attention but as usual, you were oblivious to your surroundings (and you were a fighter?) so he made his way over to you and tapped you on the shoulder.

Feeling the presence of another person, you turned around to see who it was— if it was anyone worth talking to— and when you saw that it was the (literal) golden boy, you sent him a smile and pulled one earbud out of your ear. “Hey, Adam.”

“Hi,” he replied you, still a little uncertain with less formal greetings. “What are you making? It smells really good.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” you said. “Peter taught me how to make them. Do you want to try some?”

He looked at what was in the bowl curiously. “What does it taste like?”

“It’s sweet. If you liked the smell I’m sure you’d like the taste. Watch,” you instructed. Then you carefully picked up a small bit that had a chocolate chip in it before you at it. You closed your eyes and hummed at the delicious flavor.

Adam copied your action carefully, even going so far as to close his eyes and make the same sound— and then he repeated it more genuinely as he realized how good it was. You grinned at his reaction. “You like it, huh?” When he nodded, you added, “want to help? I’m almost at the fun part!”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where we make the cookies— this is just the batter,” you explained.

After you both washed your hands, you showed him how to form the batter into matching spheres and line them up on the baking tray. As you worked, you talked about the music you were listening to and even transferred your spare earbud to him so Adam could listen as well. Bohemian Rhapsody had become Starless by the band King Crimson. . . and of their better-known members, Adam Belew. You couldn’t help but find it amusing that Adam had the same name, and that one of the lines was “sundown dazzling day/gold through my eyes.”

As he finished forming one of the last cookies, Adam glanced up to see the hint of laughter in your expression. Although he didn’t know what was funny, he smiled back at you. For some reason that he didn’t understand, he was happy that you were happy; it was an emotion that you didn’t really seem to show that often, so the rare chance that he got to see it only made it more special. Your grin widened at you leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: “now comes the fun part!”

He frowned with confusion. “I thought making the. . . cookies was the fun part,” he said slowly, trying out the new word.

“Sort of, but everyone knows the fun part is licking the bowl!” you exclaimed happily. “Like this.” You scraped some of the remaining batter together until it was big enough to eat before you popped it into your mouth. Together you made quick work of the remaining batter and then you put the bowl in the sink. You’d started the oven earlier, so it was ready for the tray.

After setting the timer, you made a face. “Now it’s time for the worst part: doing the dishes. Peter hated doing them so much that we usually just put them in the contamination chamber and chucked them out to space,” you explained with a giggle. “If anyone asked why we had to buy so many new dishes we just said that Peter was really clumsy.” You finished the story with a wistful look, remembering all the fun that you and your siblings had had before the Snap had ruined everything.

Adam wasn’t sure if doing the dishes was really that bad, but the happiness that had been present while making the cookies had slipped off your face, so he figured that it must be an arduous task. Wanting to spare you the discomfort, he offered: “I can do them, if you want. You did most of the work anyway.”

His suggestion pulled you back to the present and you shook your head. “You don’t have to. Since this is your first time having cookies you can just enjoy them. Next time you have to help,” you added playfully, covering up your sadness as you always did with humor— you learned that from your brother, after all.

The golden boy allowed a small smile at that, although he’d picked up on your habit. “I can wash and you can dry?”

You agreed, and soon the task was done. While you waited for the cookies to be finished you answered a few more of Adam’s questions. You found his curiosity refreshing after spending so much time with smart-ass, know-it-all teammates that wouldn’t know how to ask question if it slapped them in their face. (And yes, you did love your teammates— that’s why you could call them out on their stubbornness.)

The cookies were done about fifteen minutes later and you took them out to cool for another ten before you took one for yourself and one for Adam. You sat down next to him and bit into the warm dessert, closing your eyes again to enjoy it. As much as you liked the batter, the finished cookie was definitely better. Adam seemed to agree as he made the same sound of enjoyment from before, causing you to open your eyes and grin at him. “Good, huh?”

“Definitely,” he agreed, and he was finished with his cookie before you were done with yours.

You saw him eye the tray greedily, which caused you to laugh. “Go ahead, you can have another one.”

As he did so, the other members of the Guardians entered the room, apparently drawn by the same scent that Adam had smelled. Kraglin took his with a nod of thanks, stuffing one in his mouth as he left the room. Viola took one as curiously as Adam had, seeing as she’d never had a cookie either.

“You can take some to the other kids,” you told her— you’d made a double batch since they were pretty popular, so there was plenty. She thanked you as well and took some extra for her friends.

Then, it was Rocket’s turn. After the rest of his reactions to whatever you did, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his opinion. It only took a moment before he pronounced: “not bad, Little Quill.” You perked up at that, eyes wide with hope that you had finally done something right— something that Peter couldn’t do better than you. But Rocket wasn’t done: “not like Quill’s, though.”

You slumped in your chair as he took a few extra, oblivious to the effect his words had on you— but Adam noticed. “I think hers are better than Peter’s,” he spoke up quietly.

“Sure, blondie. You ain’t never tried Quill’s though, so ya don’t have a comparison.”

“I don’t need to,” he insisted, glancing over at you. “I know they’re better.”

Rocket scoffed with disbelief but didn’t bother arguing the point (he knew he was right, anyway), and left the room without so much as a thank you. Adam glanced over at your defeated posture; you’d been so confident and happy moments before the other Guardians had come in, but now you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if Rocket’s careless words had physically hurt you. Normally your recovery time after such an incident would be fast so no one else could pick up  on your feelings, but this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back— if you couldn’t do cookies right, what hope did you have for anything else?

You suddenly felt a warm hand settle on top yours, which had been resting on the counter. You looked up sharply, surprised by the touch— you hadn’t been so much as hugged since Peter and Mantis had left. Adam’s expression was sympathetic, but there was a hint of anger in his golden eyes. “You’re not like Quill,” he said.

Unfortunately, you mistook his words after being so used to Rocket’s insults and looked away. You’d expected this sort of thing from him, not from Adam, and the blow hit you harder than anything Rocket had ever said. “I know,” you snapped, taking your hand away from his. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He gave you a confused look since he wasn’t sure what chord he’d struck to cause your reaction. It dawned on him quickly how his words could have been interpreted and he gently took your hand again as he repeated more firmly: “you’re not like Quill. You’re. . . there isn’t anything to compare. You’re not your brother— Rocket shouldn’t expect the same things from you that he did for Peter.” He hesitated for only moment before he added, “I can. . . talk to him, if you want.”

As he’d spoken, you realized you’d made a mistake and your initial thoughts had been right: Adam wouldn’t use your brother against you. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and gave him an apologetic look. Then, his words really sank in; a statement about how special your uniqueness was from someone whose society was literally carbon copies made your face heat up at the impact of his sentiment. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and lowered your gaze to your still-connected hands. “I— thank you,” you said softly. “I just wish Rocket would see that. You don’t have to talk to him— I should be able to do that myself; I’ve been his teammate for longer, after all. But. . . I really appreciate it.”

His expression softened as he squeezed your hand, which inexplicably made your stomach roll nauseously (but in a good way, like when Peter would do loop-the-loops with Milano’s pod.) “Anytime, Little Quill.”

And just like that, “little Quill” went right back to being an endearing nickname.

[crazydiscostu]

Tozo OpenEgo Earbuds

Tozo‘s latest offering boasts high quality audio with an open audio feature. In this review, we’ll delve into the details of the Tozo OpenEgo Earbuds to uncover whether or not they live up to the hype. OpenEgo The Tozo OpenEgo Earbuds are packed with features to offer top-notch sound quality and comfort. With 16.2mm drivers, they deliver high-fidelity audio with clear highs and deep lows. The…

[zepskies]

Assistant Hottie

Pairing: Jason Teague x F. Reader (implied Jason T. x Lana Lang)

Summary: Jason Teague, Assistant Football Coach, meets you in the faculty break lounge at Smallville High. He tries to kick you out, thinking you’re a student. Technically, you are. Turns out, you both go to the same university. 

AN: So I know it’s about 20 years late, but I’ve been wanting to write some Jason Teague for a while now. There’s a very dated reference to iPods (remember this show was circa early 2000s).

Word Count: 2,600 Tags/Warnings: Implied love triangle (quadrangle?), fluff, tinge of angst, and a meet cute.

“Hey, Coach T!”

Jason turns his head, shooting Clark Kent a smile that’s just a little bit forced. He slows down in the busy hallway so the younger man can catch up.

Clark’s friends, Chloe Sullivan and Lana Lang keep walking, though the brunette glances his way. Her hazel eyes catch his.

But Jason focuses on Clark, who’s coming at him with all six feet and three inches of farm boy earnestness.

Jason has City Boy Charm in his arsenal.

“What’s up, man?”

Clark smiles. “Real quick, just wanted to ask you about the drills we’re running today…”

Eighth period is about to start, meaning just another hour until school ends, and another day of practice begins on the football field. Clark takes all five minutes between classes to ask his questions about how he can better move the ball, his throwing technique, how to better communicate on plays with the rest of the guys.

As always, Jason gives Clark the best advice he has to offer. Even a few months into this job, he’s still feeling a bit of imposter syndrome. He’s only a couple of years older than the guys he’s coaching, and Clark is looking at him like he’s got all the answers.

Newsflash, champ. I don’t. Jason smiles though. 

Because Clark is something else. He’s a starting quarterback of a game he’s never played before in his life. Head Coach Quigley thought it was steroids at first, but Jason had a gut feeling about the guy.

“He’s not a cheater,” he’d told Quigley. The other man had scoffed, rubbing his chin.

“Okay, Teague. If you think so,” he said. “…Make him piss in a cup anyway.”

Since then, Clark hasn’t given Jason a reason to doubt him, at least on the field.

No, his reasons for still being wary of Clark are more…personal.

“All right, we’ll workshop the rest later on the field,” Jason says, as the starting bell rings. “You’re gonna be late for class.”

“Okay, see ya later.” Clark nods and holds up a hand in goodbye. To tell the truth, Jason is a little relieved to see him go.

Instead of heading to his office, he makes a pitstop at the faculty break lounge for a cup of coffee. He could use a little pick-me-up, even if it is from a watery K-cup.

When he pushes open the door, he’s greeted by the familiar smell of stale roasted hazelnut and microwaved fish. Along with the wall-to-wall countertop and refrigerator down the end, there’s a small round table fitted with just three chairs.

Uh oh, he thinks.

You’re sitting there with a pair of earbuds in, nodding to your music while you make notes with a red pen. The contents of your messenger bag are half-strewn across the table, displaying a couple of notebooks and binders, different colored highlighters, pens, and a post-it pad.

Your back is facing him, so he has to walk around the table to get your attention. He hesitates, before he taps your shoulder. He’s never had to do this before, and he’s actually a bit nervous.

“Hey there,” he says. His lips quirk when you jolt a little. You stare up at him with wide eyes and the top of your pen resting against your lower lip. 

“Uh…” You remove your ear buds and hit pause on your iPod.

“Did you get lost on the way to study hall, or you just here for the coffee?” Jason gestures to the Keurig machine on the counter. “Hate to break it to you, but that stuff’s not exactly quality joe.”

You blinked at him. “What? Um…I mean yeah, the coffee’s ass. But it is free, I guess.”

Jason tries to reign in his smile. He cards a hand through his blonde hair and taps his free hand on the table.

“Uh, are you ditching class or something?” he asks. “If it’s history, I get it. Snooze fest.”

He makes a flatlining motion with his hand. Your brows knit together in confusion…but then you brighten.

“Oh, I’m not a student,” you laugh. “But good on you for trying to lay down the law, Coach Teague.”

Now it’s Jason’s turn to be confused. “How did you know—”

You point with your red pen, over to the yellow patch emblazoned on his red polo that says: Crows Football and Assistant Coach.

“Pretty sure you’re the one the cheerleaders are calling Assistant Hottie,” you say. Your gaze is wry and a hint playful.

He lets himself smile, albeit with some embarrassment. He points at you.

“And you’re…”

“Part-time teacher’s aid,” you reply. Your hands make a frame around the stack of papers in front of you, that Jason now realizes you’re grading.

Great. His face warms a bit.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, and points to the coffee maker. “Let me just mind my business.”

He doesn’t know it, but you subtly watch him with a small smile while he goes about said business. The Keurig eventually spits out more roasted hazelnut into his Styrofoam cup.

With his prize in hand, he means to leave you in peace to head for his office, but your voice stops him.

“You can sit if you want. I need a break anyway.”

Jason can admit, at least to himself, that he’s curious. (About you.) He goes over to the table and sits down across from you. His eyes unconsciously dart over the splayed contents of your bag, and you don’t miss it.

“Sorry,” you say, as you try to reign in the mess and corral things back into your bag. “I’m kind of an organized chaos kind of girl.”

“No worries. I dabble in that philosophy myself,” he says with a grin. “I’m Jason, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” you reply, giving him your name in return.

You like his smile. His long fingers are wrapped around the steaming cup. Meanwhile, the afternoon sun is pouring in from the windows behind him. It shines golden on his hair and broad shoulders, and makes his green eyes look warm.

Those eyes glance down and focus on a familiar badge sticking out of your bag. His brows furrow.

“No way. You go to Kansas A&M?” he asks. “So do I.”

You blink at him. “What, you’re still in college?”

He laughs and leans back in his chair, blowing out a breath.

“Okay, wow! A bit rude," he says. "Just how old do you think I am?”

You bite your lip in embarrassment.

“Second thought, don’t answer that,” he quips.

“I’m sorry,” you say, through a bit of laughter. “I guess we’re both reading each other wrong today.”

Jason shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“No, no. It’s fine,” he says airily. “Lest I be any more presumptuous, can I ask what year you’re in? Major?”

You concede with a nod, but you’re still smiling too hard.

“Secondary Education. Junior year,” you say. Jason’s brows raise with his grin still in place.

“Okay, a future teacher on our hands.” He leans forward. “As it turns out, I’m actually a sophomore.”

A year below you. You bury your reddened face in your hands, though a giggle still bubbles up.

He doesn’t let you stew in your misery for long though.

“Eh, it’s okay. Don’t feel too bad,” he says. You hear the smile in his voice, and you peek out at him from between your fingers. “I’m technically a year behind. Transferred from another school so I could take this job.”

Once again, your eyes widen as your hands fall away from your face.

“Oh, yeah? I assume you play football, but I’ve never seen you on the team…”

Jason’s smile turns playfully cocky.

“I don’t play anymore, but I’ll have you know, I was on track for the NFL.”

Yeah, for about a minute, comes a dull reminder in his brain.

You rest your chin in your hand as you meet his smile. “Okay. You definitely have the face of a guy who almost went pro.”

Your voice lowers at the end there, impersonating every “dude bro” you’ve ever met who thought he could throw a ball across a field.

“I’m serious.” Jason laughs, but then his eyes dim a bit. “I played for Metropolis U. Tore my rotator cuff, and uh…that’s it. Scrubbed. Had to start over.”

You dim along with him. “That sucks ass. I’m sorry.”

He snorts, almost spilling his coffee. “You’ve certainly got a way with words.”

“But you feel better for me calling you old, don’t you?” Your pen taps on your lip, and his eyes are drawn to the gesture.

He also notices your eyes, the shape of your face, the shade of your hair, the black Fleetwood Mac shirt (with a ripped V hinting at cleavage). It doesn’t exactly scream T.A., but you’re pretty.

Beautiful, really.

He tries not to notice that too much.

“Maybe a little,” he allows. He smiles behind a sip of his drink. It’s getting cold, as he forgets to actually drink it.

“My parents sent me to college to be a lawyer,” you confess. It perks his interest with raised brows. “Like my mom, and my uncle, and his father before him, and so on.”

Jason’s smile is back. You consider that a small triumph.

“I sat in one class. Intro to Business Law.” You shudder at the memory. “Jason, I wanted to bludgeon myself with the textbook. And it wouldn’t have taken long. That thing was the size of a Dostoyevsky novel.”

Jason laughs, even though he doesn’t know who Dostoyevsky is. It does unearth a distant memory of his 12th grade English class (he barely passed that one).

“So, I decided to disappoint them,” you say ruefully.

That, he understands all too well. He raises a finger at you. “Hey, a teacher’s respectable. But I happen to be an expert at disappointed parents, so you’re in good company.”

You smile, small but genuine. Jason counts that as a win.

“What’s your major now?” you ask.

“Sports medicine,” he replies, but you both hear the lack of enthusiasm in his voice.

Your head tilts, and your eyes soften. Not with pity, he thinks. Maybe with understanding.

“You could find something else you’re actually passionate about,” you say.

Jason bites the inside of his lip, sets his cup back on the table.

“Sure,” he says.

His lackluster answer is telling, and he can’t even think of a joke to inject into this moment to lighten the mood. (He even disappoints himself there.)

“Look, I get it,” you say at last. “You probably ate, slept, breathed that game. Like that’s what you were put on this earth to do. And I know you must’ve been good. Because the fact that this school hired you while you’re still in college is amazing.”

He meets your gaze steadily. 

Your smile brightens. “But I’m sure football’s not all there is to you.” 

That touches him. Warms him even, though he’s reluctant to let it. 

“We just met, and you’re already sure about that?” he remarks. 

You shrug, gesturing at his cup. “Well, I’m sure that you probably have crappy taste in coffee. I’m broke as hell, and even I don’t drink from a Keurig.” 

Jason laughs. If you only knew that he’d spent his summer in Paris, sampling some of the best restaurants and cafés in the world without even looking at the bill…until his dad cut him off. Needless to say, he’s had to refine his tastes.

“What kind of teacher do you want to be?” he asks, instead of getting to all that.

Your brow arches. “You mean what subject?”

“Yeah. What, like physics or something?”

“Ew. God, no!” 

“What’s wrong with physics?”

“Too much math. I’m shit at that shit,” you reply. 

“Okay. No to the sciences.” He laughs and rubs his chin, squinting at you. “Let me see if I can guess.”

You gesture widely. Go ahead.

“Not economics, I’m thinking. Too close to business,” he teases.

“Business law,” you correct. “But you’re actually right about that.”

“Hmm, history?”

“It's interesting, but it’s also rigged,” you say. “Only the victors in society get to dictate what gets remembered. Just look at Columbus Day. What a sham that is.”

Jason allows that with a nod and a smile. “All right, what then? Algebra? Geometry?”

“That’s math, remember?” you reply, with furrowed brows. “Besides, I don’t like mixing letters and numbers. It’s not sanitary.” 

He chortles at that. You’re a little ridiculous, but he kind of likes that.

“Okay, how about English?” he says.

Your gaze flicks up to his. A small, growing smile. 

“What makes you say that?” you ask. 

“Process of elimination?” he says. His smile curves. He saw your little reaction. “But I don’t know. I get the feeling you’re a hell of a lot smarter than me. The way you’re talking, all quick as a whip… Like I said, you’ve got a way with words.”

You laugh a little. “Oh, do I?” 

Jason’s brows raise expectantly as he leans back in his seat again.

Well, then? that move says. “Am I right?”

Your head tilts, and you answer the unspoken challenge in his eyes. You raise a finger and pull out one of your notebooks and you take up your red pen. You tap the top of it on your lip, in what seems to be your habit, and you begin to write on a clean piece of paper.

Your hand moves with purpose on each word. Jason watches you in curiosity. Though when you realize he’s staring hard at your paper, your free hand forms a wall against his probing eyes.

“No cheating,” you reproach.

He scoffs, but he waits for you to finish.

Finally, you tear off the piece of notebook paper, fold it up neatly, and you slide it over to him.

“What, are we passing notes now?” Jason can’t help but joke, even as he opens the little gift. “I thought we weren’t in class, Professor.”

You shake your head. “Just read it.”

He starts to, and his smile grows. He glances back up at you. “You wrote me a poem?”

“Just a little haiku.” You gesture at him to keep reading while you start to pack up your things. The alarm bell just tolled for the end of class, and you have another job to get to.

Jason’s eyes lower back down to the looping scrawl of your handwriting. His smile deepens into a smirk.

Assistant Hottie

You flatter me, see through me

Smarter than he thinks.

He stares at your words for a while. He rereads the last line a few times.

By the time he looks back up, your bag is packed and you’re standing, ready to go. You smile at him.

“See you on campus,” you say. “I also work at the Writing Center, if you ever need a spruce up on your essays.”

“Can I get you to rewrite my history paper?” he teases.

“Make an appointment,” you counter, still with that smile. “And we’ll see.”

You leave the faculty lounge, and Jason feels a suspicious jolt in his heart.

Something he immediately feels guilty about. 

Because the real reason he came back to Kansas is to continue his summer fling with Lana Lang, a senior at Smallville High. 

Well, to him, it’s not a fling. He used to think it was as close to love as he’s ever been. Recently though, he’s been getting the sense that she’s still hung up on her not quite ex, Clark Kent.

That’s not even the most complicated part.

She’s 18, and Jason’s barely 20, but their relationship could still one day be the reason he loses his job…

And maybe, any chance he might have of being friends with someone like you.

AN: Lol no shade to my sciences, history, and math people! Just creating a character. Let me know what you think! 😉

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[perplexingluciddreams]

My noise cancelling headphones are dead (AGAIN). It is the same crackling noise in one ear that happened last time. They are Bose QC-45.

Last time died soon after I got, so I got a replacement (of same Bose QC-45, just a new pair). This time it took longer to die, but still under a year. Mum says for the price they should last longer.

To be fair, I do wear/use them all day every day. I have extreme sound sensitivity. And other very severe sensory issues, so the only thing that prevents immediate crisis all day long at anything bothering me, is the headphones. They are on my head all day long (from 9am until whatever time I manage to sleep, sometimes it is as late as 4am). So any headphones I get will die probably sooner for me than someone else who wears/uses it less.

I am now using the backup headphones - Bose QC-35. These ones lasted way longer, I had them for a decent amount of time before I even got the Bose QC-45.

But they feel different and not as nice on my head. And the sound is a bit different. And noise cancelling slightly less good. And it hurts a bit with my glasses.

I am really upset because it is different. Change is hard. It is Very Bad with hot weather AND dead headphones stacked on top of each other.

Anyway, Mum says we should get maybe a different brand of noise cancelling headphones for the next pair. Since they broke so fast both times.

Question: Does anyone have recommendations for good noise cancelling headphones? Especially ones that feel really comfy and have a high level of noise blocking. They have to be over-ear (not earbuds).

The last time I asked about this on here, someone mentioned Sony... but I can't remember the exact ones.

I just want to know information about options - especially with details like how they feel on the head and sound quality and level of noise blocking.

If anyone can help, I appreciate it!

[papermoon-sims]

Edison Phonograph & 1890's Radio Station

...and the band played on

This has been in the works for... a while?

I haven't seen any cylinder-type phonographs for ts4 so I converted this model and made a custom radio station to accompany it. It was just going to be an override until llazyneiph's Medieval Melodies mod inspired me to try making something fully custom. So... here we are.

Info & links under the cut!

1890's Radio Station

Requires SashaT1804's Custom Channels Injector

Tracks:

A Hot Time In The Old Town - Len Spencer (1897)

After The Ball - George J. Gaskin (1893)

Daisy Bell - Edward M Favor (1894)

Hello! Ma Baby - Arthur Collins (1899)

I'd Leave My Happy Home For You - Arthur Collins (1899)

Maple Leaf Rag - Scott Joplin (1899)

My Old Kentucky Home - Edison Male Quartette (1898)

On The Banks Of The Wabash - George J. Gaskin (1898)

Sidewalks of New York - George J. Gaskin (1895)

The Band Played On - Dan W. Quinn (1895)

These are all real 1890's recordings (except Maple Leaf Rag) so the audio quality is... dated. It's more authentic or something.

Should appear on all stereos and wall speakers. Not compatible with earbuds, DJ booths, etc.

Download

Edison Home Phonograph

New (Converted) Mesh

Functions as a stereo

20§ not accounting for sim-inflation

2 Swatches: One using the original texture (with minor edits) and one with less contrasted colors

NOT functional off-the-grid. It was supposed to be but I couldn't get it working.

High-poly (Detailed model)

BGC

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Bonus: Phonograph Print Ads

Base game recolor

Wall decoration

5 Swatches

15§

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Build used in previews by @antiquatedplumbobs

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Guy/Honey Headcanons

[These are in no particular order]

✩ Guy was 1000% a theater kid in high school and will still quote Shakespeare excerpts at random

✩ Honey hides their hoodies in the most obscure places and gets mad when Guy still somehow finds them

✩ They have used rock, paper, scissors to decide who's big spoon and who's little spoon on multiple occasions

✩ Honey likes over-ear headphones but Guy exclusively wears earbuds

✩ Guy dances when he's bored, even if there's no music, and calls it his idle emote

✩ Honey's love language is acts of service - Guy's is quality time (and rambling about whatever thought pops into his head)

✩ They have a set of matching mugs they got on their first anniversary

✩ Guy bites the inside of his cheeks

✩ Honey has a history of working manual labor jobs

✩ Guy spends at least 30 minutes doing his hair every morning even though he almost always wears a hat at work

✩ Forehead kisses are Honey's weakness

✩ Guy wants to grow a beard so bad, but it always comes in patchy

✩ They'll never admit it, but on the rare occurrence that Honey is apart from Guy overnight, they relisten to old voicemails and videos to hear his voice before they can fall asleep

✩ Guy loves Vocaloid - his favorite is Fukase