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Multiple studies link music study to academic achievement. But what is it about serious music training that seems to correlate with outsize success in other fields? The connection isn’t a coincidence. I know because I asked. I put the question to top-flight professionals in industries from tech to finance to media, all of whom had serious (if often little-known) past lives as musicians. Almost…

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Living in New York as a musician of the Opera's Grand Theatre

Multiple studies link music study to academic achievement. But what is it about serious music training that seems to correlate with outsize success in other fields? The connection isn’t a coincidence. I know because I asked. I put the question to top-flight professionals in industries from tech to finance to media, all of whom had serious (if often little-known) past lives as musicians. Almost…

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managing stress of psychosis

in other words, what are some coping mechanisms for psychosis? for things like hallucinations, delusions, and paranoia getting bad.

1. avoidance strategies: this can look like avoiding people you're delusional about, or avoiding places you hallucinate in, or avoiding things like drugs that make your paranoia worse.

2. distracting strategies: these are just your hobbies but maybe if you're hallucinating right now, a hobby that requires the attention of your eyes could help you like drawing or reading. and if those things aren't helping maybe focus on a hobby that requires other senses like meditating or listening to music with your eyes closed. maybe a nap would be helpful. if you're actively delusional maybe you could engage in a hobby that demands present mindfulness and demands your present thoughts like cooking or working out.

3. treatment strategies: medication, talk therapy, art therapy, animal therapy, natural remedies? etc.

4. direct strategies: i made up this phrase to encompass directly acknowledging what symptom you're facing. maybe that looks like talking to a carer, a therapist, a family member, a friend, or a partner about your hallucinations. on slide 9 of this reference, you can see how to helpfully engage in a conversation with someone who has shared their hallucinations with you. slide 8 of the same reference mentions how to helpfully engage in a conversation with someone who has shared their delusions. one strategy is to talk through the emotions attached to the delusions. if you're alone you can still explore these emotions in a journal. i love exploring possible deeper meanings of my current emotions. one of my ex therapists said "there's always a reason for an emotion." based on this specific strategy of exploring emotions attached to the delusions, I also think it can be worthwhile to ask yourself questions about your hallucinations like how am i feeling right now? and if you're feeling fear you can ask yourself is there anything in reality that I'm afraid of? I specifically mention fear because I struggle with it as a central theme in my psychosis. the purpose of that 2nd question is to take the fuel out of the hallucination by establishing your material safety that is rooted in reality whereas the fear or danger I may be experiencing is only in my unreality. The separation between reality and unreality may not be something everyone agrees with, but this is a direct approach I use. There's visualizations about what you're seeing or hearing such as visualizing destroying your voices or hallucinations, praying about your symptoms, making contracts with voices or hallucinations, just talking to voices and listening to what they have to say with a compassionate ear.

references

1. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/hide-and-seek/201208/schizophrenia-coping-delusions-and-hallucinations

2. https://www.med.upenn.edu/bbl/assets/user-content/documents/CopingwithPsychosis_Calkins.pdf

3. https://www.hearing-voices.org/resources/

4. https://www.hearing-voices.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/AUS-Coping_Strategies_Poster.pdf

5. https://www.intervoiceonline.org/voices-visions/coping-with-difficult-voices#content

6. https://understandingvoices.com/coping-strategy-toolkit/being-compassionate-towards-voices/

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if you were to assign a “theme song” for TFL, what would it be? as in if this were to have a cinematic trailer, what would you envision as the background music of that trailer?

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OH MY GOODNESS-

Okay first off in case no one knows this, I love music so much it’s not even funny. Like I actually love music more than I do writing and I write A LOT.

So to pick ONE song for that fic is rlly hard because there’s so many different ones that could describe so many different situations in the story… 😖

When I had the fic on wp I was gonna make this aesthetic lil playlist chapter for Gojo & Choso at least since they’re the love interests & I’m not sure if I’ll do that here even tho I want to

But again, putting a song to the entire song is difficult…BUUUUT I could give it an album 🌚

& tht albumn would be After Hours by The Weekend I love him sm btw & could yap abt tht man’s music for hours on end pls dont get me started

Anywho, I say tht album because a lot of the songs on there inspired multiple things in this story & or correlate to a lot of the scenes or emotions expressed.

There’s actually so many references from so many artist’s songs in this entire fic it’s not even funny, even in the next chap I’m gonna put out soon there’s a frank ocean reference like ??? again, i love music

Idk music is in everything I do so yeah, hope I answered this decently enough���

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Fearless - Yelena Belova x F!OC

warnings: super fluffy, halloween themed love

word count: 3k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1392687021-fearless-amara

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“Alright kids,” Sam clapped his hands together, his eyes roamed over everyone in the group with a wide smile on his face. “We’re all here to have fun–” 

“But stick with your buddies.” Bucky cut in with a nod and his arms crossed over his chest. “We don’t need anyone getting lost.” 

The carnival lights flashed around them while eerie music and the smell of fried food filled the air. Amara was buzzing with excitement. Halloween was her favorite time of year. All of the spooks and haunts that lured people in, the costumes, and candy. Especially the candy. Her mouth watered the moment she spotted the Caramel Apple hut when they first walked in. 

Yelena nudged her side before leaning into her. “They do realize we are adults.” She whispered with a grin. Amara bit back a laugh as a throat cleared ahead of them. She glanced up to see Bucky sporting a frown though the amusement in his eyes contradicted it. 

“Don’t come running to me when you face a clown Belova.” He challenged. 

“Do not worry that pretty little head Barnes,” Yelena smirked, “Amara is scarier than a puny clown.” 

Amara laughed and shook her head, “Have you met me?” 

Golden eyes landed on her with a smirk, “I have and you are. Do not piss this one off.” Yelena laughed, wrapping her arm around Amara’s shoulders, “she is a fiery one.” 

“Oh my god, would you stop.” Amara laughed. 

By now even Peter and Kate were snickering together as they watched the exchange. Sam waggled his eyebrows at Amara while Bucky fought to bite back a grin. She was the least scary of them all but Yelena never failed to make her laugh. 

"You've all got your wrist bands?" Bucky huffed in weak attempt to hide his amusement.

"Be smart, stay safe," Sam nodded, "meet back here in a few hours for the bus home."

"Aye Aye, Cap!" Peter and Kate chimed at the same time with phony salutes that had Amara doubling over in laughter.

"What should we do first?" Peter tucked his hands into the bomber jacket he wore, his nose already reddened from the chill night air.

"Oh?" Yelena frowned at him, "You're wanting to stay in a group?"

"What's wrong Pete, you scared and need her to protect you?" Kate laughed, pretending to hide behind Amara and pushing her gently in front.

"Hey, leave me out of it," Amara protested. "I'm just here for the candy apples. Anything scarier than that is for you super heroes to deal with."

"Well there's hardly a queue so we can go there and eat them while we're looking around," Kate suggested, knowing just how sweet Amara's tooth was and knowing that she was a dog with a bone until it was sated.

Amara grinned, "Yes!" Pumping her fist in the air, she grabbed Yelena's arm and began to tug her in the stall's direction. 

Peter and Kate followed behind them, grumbling good-naturedly but as they approached the stall’s counter they didn’t hesitate with their orders.

Amara grinned and pulled out her tongue at the two Avengers as she reached behind her with her free hand and twined her fingers with Yelena’s. Feeling the ex-assassin squeeze her hand affectionately made Amara’s belly fill with butterflies.

Apples in hand, the group turned to survey the rest of the carnival.

"What did you get?" Yelena asked, leaning further and further into Amara's side as they walked, warming her against the October evening chill.

"Salted caramel with chocolate sprinkles, wh- Lena, you got your own!" She grumbled playfully as Yelena made a point of pouting and eyeing her apple. 

"Yeah, but I just got normal caramel. Just one bite? Pretty please?"

"One bite," Amara smiled, holding the apple up to Yelena's lips. 

"It could use hot sauce, amore." She mumbled with full cheeks and knocked her body against Amara's.

"If you had your way Yel, everything would have hot sauce." Amara smiled. "Oh! Corn maze?" She pointed toward the well lit, friendly looking maze to their left. 

"No way, you picked apples," Yelena spun in a circle, dragging Amara by the hand. "That's where we are going!" 

Yelena pointed to a menacing looking construction haunted house with fog dripping from the front door and the faint sounds of people screaming from within its makeshift walls.

"You've got to be kidding me," Amara grumbled, shaking her head. "Haunted houses are so tame." 

"Well there'll be nothing for you to worry about then," Yelena grinned, firming up her grip on the other girl's hand. "See you guys at meet up," she yelled over her shoulder at Pete and Kate, who were still bickering about whose turn it was to pay for their candy.

Kate waved back distractedly and Yelena took that as acknowledgement.

“Come on, amore, you’ll love it.”

“I really don’t think I will,” Amara warned but, seeing the shine of excitement in her girl’s eyes, she caved in and allowed herself to be dragged across the trampled grass towards the haunted house.

They approached the door, the chemical smell of artificial fog permeated the air and deadened the sounds from the carnival. A particularly loud screech echoed out from the curtained doorway and Amara jumped despite herself.

“Not loving it, Lena,” Amara muttered as Yelena dragged her further into the structure with a comforting squeeze of her hand.

“I won’t let anything get you, my little scaredy cat,” Yelena whispered, a smile on her face. 

And how could Amara not believe her when that smile is the one Yelena reserves only for her?

A man appeared from the left of the doorway in a black ski mask and blood soaked sweater, “what is that corn syrup?” Yelena narrowed her eyes, “blood dries much darker, and not so sticky.” 

Amara couldn’t help but laugh, “leave him be,” she said but Yelena’s lack of tack in social situations was helping ease the pace of her racing heart. 

"I'm just- you know what nevermind." Yel scrunched her nose up at the man. 

"Please do not touch the staff members within the house, if you need assistance or want out at any point there are clearly lit exit signs at the end of most rooms." He pointed to a red sign above the main entrance. "Just like that one. Have fun ladies." 

Amara looked at the next doorway, the room beyond was pitch black, she wasn't afraid of haunted houses  and she was determined to show Yel that she could be just as fearless as the others. She reached back for Yelena's hand again and moved towards the darkened doorway.

"Are you sure you want to go first?" 

Amara laughed,"It's a fairground attraction Yel. There's nothing real here, the worst thing that'll happen is we'll scream." She took her first steps at a pace, "Come on girl, unless you're chicken."

Yelena scoffed in mock-annoyance and followed along after Amara as she plowed on forward and into the first room.

It was quiet, too quiet. A curtain fell across the doorway behind them, cutting out even the flashing lights from the carnival and plunging the room into darkness.

Amara’s breath hitched in her throat and she couldn’t help but grip Yelena’s hand just that little bit tighter.

With their eyes fixed on the figure, as if daring him to move towards them, the two girls began made their way towards the next doorway. As they progressed the figure turned on the spot, watching their every step.

Suddenly the lights went out. Both girls shrieked and clung to each other, their hearts racing out of their chests. The suspense was so palpable they dare not move.

After a few seconds Amara whispered,"it's ok Yel, we'll be ok..."

She could feel Yel freeze," shush, listen..."

A shuffle sounded alongside the sound of metal scraping against wood. Amara felt Yelena’s breath on her cheek and the pounding in her chest eased just a little.

The light flickered once more, which revealed the horrific reality that it wasn’t Yelena at all. 

The figure, whose face was crusted with decaying flesh, was standing so close to Amara that she could see the dim lights flicker in its eyes.

With a piercing scream she leapt backwards, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the nightmare before her.

“Yel?” She whispered, peering around as she continued to back up. Yelena was nowhere to be seen and Amara could feel her heartbeat thumping against her ribcage as she hissed,“Lena? Yelena?!” 

She kept her eye on the figure who was watching her leave with a gruesome grin until the light changed to a reddish hue indicating she was in the next room. 

Spinning on her heel, she was about to shout when her body collided with another and she let out another scream.

“Run!” A husky voice whispered from behind a melted clown mask. 

Amara wasn’t waiting, she took off through the darkness, stepping in time with the flashing lights trying to avoid smashing into anything and anyone else as she moved. Her heart was pounding and as much as she hated to admit it, she was terrified. 

“Lena!?” She yelled again and rounded a dark corner into a room that was lined with what looked like plastic painting sheets hanging from the ceiling. 

Shadows moved across and the flashing lights turned into a dark maroon color as she tried to feel her way through. 

Amara sensed, at this moment, she was alone. The low light was oddly comforting and she took a minute to breathe deeply and slow her racing heart. She hadn't a clue how she and Yel had separated, together one second and alone the next.

She looked to see which way she could go next, there was a set of stairs to her right and a door straight ahead. 

"Lena!" She shouted behind her into the darkness, and stopped again to listen carefully.

Suddenly ear splitting screams came from ahead, something had truly terrified someone ahead and she could hear footsteps running away.

"Fuck this," she thought, and took to the stairs.

"Yelena? Baby?" Amara asked tentatively, her hands out warily as she approached her. 

"Don't! Amara, don't come any closer." 

"Yelena, you're safe. It's just a smoke machine." 

Amara took another step towards her until Yelena fell into her arms. 

"I don't-- I don't like it," Yelena said in broken breaths, Russian accent thicker than usual. Amara swept Yelena's blonde hair from her face, cradling her cheeks in her hands as she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Come on, let's get you out of here."

The two wove through the obstacles toward the final room of the haunted house. Their fingers tightly tangled together as they kept their eyes on the exit sign. 

“Boo!” A worker jumped out from behind a barrier. His hands jutting out and his frame towering over Amara. 

She swore under her breath, the sound coming out a scared yelped as Yelena shoved him backwards with her hand, unlinking the two of them and stepping forward. 

Adrenaline pumped through her features as she hovered over him pushing him into a wall, “stay back!” She growled when the worker tried to move forward. She tutted at him, waving her finger, “down boy. Stay.”

“Lena,” Amara whispered to her, “it’s ok, he’s just doing his job.”

“He scared you,” she shot a look over her shoulder, clearly very uncomfortable in the situation. 

“I’m okay,” Amara pressed a hand to her face.

“No-one gets to do that to you amore, not on my watch.”

“It’s fine Lena, honestly. Come here,” Amara said softly.

Yelena did as she’d been asked and wrapped a protective arm around Amara’s shoulder, glaring at the carnival worker as she did. The guy swallowed nervously and Amara threw him a sympathetic smile.

“H-have a good evening?” The guy stammered, his smile more of a grimace.

“I need a drink,” Yelena muttered once they were out of earshot. “You think I can get good vodka around here?” 

Amara huffed a soft laugh, skimming her hand down to link her fingers with Yelena’s. 

“We could find the others? Unless you wanna do something else just us?” She asked, peering at Yelena with a bashful smile. “There’s a ferris wheel, I haven’t been on one of those since I was a kid!”

“Well then, amore, then it’s about time your girlfriend took you on one,” Yelena grinned, squeezing her hand gently.

“Say that again?” Amara asked, a blush painting her cheeks.

“What, girlfriend?” Yelena teased, pulling Amara closer to her.

“Yeah, that. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“Then I’ll say it as often as I can,” Yelena purred as she weaved them through the crowd.

The line for the ferris wheel was longer than the haunted house and the girls waited huddled together, Amara wrapping her arms around Yelena from behind, chin tucked over her shoulder. 

“Before we do this, you’re not hiding a fear of heights from me are you?” Amara asked. Yelena peered up at her, an eyebrow raised as if she couldn’t believe the question. 

“I did tell you about that time I literally flew a helicopter, right?” 

“Just checking!” Amara chuckled, pinching Yelena’s side playfully as they waddled forward together toward the ride.

The line moved quickly, as they held hands and nuzzled noses. Amara could smell the caramel apple on Yelena's lips- it was dizzying. 

The sounds of the carnival enveloped them and Amara relished in it. Distant screams of joyful terror drifting over from the haunted house. Bells and whistles from carnival games, kids laughing and running through the crowds. It was perfect. And she couldn't wait to cuddle up on the ferris wheel for a quiet moment with her girlfriend.

They heard the wood and iron frame of the giant wheel creak softly as they neared the front of the queue. Amara craned her neck backwards to stare up at the structure, squinting her eyes against the brightness of the lights that adorned the struts. A thrill of excitement ran through her veins at the thought of being in the car at the very top of the wheel.

A tug on her hand brought her back to the moment as Yelena fished in her pocket for coins to give the ride operator. Amara could have sworn she saw her girl slip the guy a bill or two but she shrugged off the thought when it was their turn to step up to the empty gondola.

Sliding into the seats, Amara sidled right in up against Yelena, relishing in her solid warmth as an arm slid around her snuggly.

With a contented sigh, Amara let her head fall to Yelena’s shoulder, and the wheel set off with a gentle sway as they climbed higher above the lights and sounds of the carnival. 

“I’m so happy,” Yelena murmured, voice so quiet Amara nearly missed the soft words spoken into her hair.

Amara's back melted further into the seat, as her stomach fluttered- was it the slight sway of the ferris wheel causing the butterflies? Or maybe it was Yelena's hand, slowly tracing circles against her upper arm. 

Maybe it was all of this moment. Everything that added up to this experience. The warmth and love she felt- she never wanted it to end. They were almost at the top and Amara felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were going to burst forth into the crisp, night air. 

Yelena nudged her out of her thoughts- "Where did you go, amore?"

“Just…just taking in the moment, Lena,” she smiled, tilting her head slightly to look at the woman beside her.

They were getting high now, the lights of the carnival were a carpet spread below them and the music became more muted the further they climbed.

As they reached the apex of the wheel’s rotation the gondola shuddered as the ride came to a halt. Amara swallowed nervously as the gondola swayed silently with residual motion.

“Lena, it’s not stuck, is it?” She asked nervously.

Yelena shook her head, fingertips skimming tender circles over Amara’s arm. 

“I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Yelena replied, and Amara shifted in her seat to see her a little better. 

“What did you do?” 

“I just want to enjoy the view with you, my love.”

Yup. She was right. Amara did see Yelena slip the dude a $20. Relief washed over her and a warmth grew in her chest. 

"Lena, I-" she paused as the gondola finally slowed. "You're the sweetest."

Yelena chuckled and raised her other hand to Amara's face, lightly tracing her cheek. "That's why you're my girl. I bribe someone and you think I'm sweet."

“You are though,” Amara chuckled, but deeper emotions swirled within the depths of her eyes. “Lena…”

“Amore?”

“I know that we haven’t been together very long but these past few weeks have been amazing.”

“I know, right?” Yelena beamed, squeezing her tighter against her body.

“Look, I just…I need you to know.” Amara took a breath, nerves tingling in her belly under Yelena’s intense gaze. “I love you, Lena.”

“Amore,” Yelena whispered, leaning closer to Amara before cradling her face gently between her palms. “I love you too. More than anything.”

“Anything?”

“Even more than hot sauce,” Yelena admitted.

“Woah. That’s a whole lot,” Amara smiled, tipping her chin towards her love’s as their lips met in a sweet kiss.

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