#Whats Good For Tmj

[wewontbesleeping]

I remember reading this thing as a kid that was like “it’s as easy to bite through a human finger as a carrot, your mind just won’t let you do it”, and I was instantly like. That’s absolute bullshit. I’m 10 and I know that’s not true. Watch me prove it by attempting to bite my own fingers off. And guess what? It fucking hurt. But I still have all my fingers. Anyways, I’m stressed because of my math course rn and I was stuck on a particularly nasty set of problems, and I kept thinking “just fucking bite off your fingers and it will all go away”. And I wish I could

[audiovisualrecall]

Constant pain only dulled for a whole day by daily taking full dosage of tylenol and also 1 advil even tho I'm not supposed to take NSAIDS

Miserable

[galariangengar]

Hell officially begins

(All applications for all of the master’s nursing programs I’m interested in are officially open to fill out)

[bby-deerling]

zoro + taking care of each other

this is so self indulgent, shoutout to all my tmj disorder girliepops <3

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"what are they doing?" law asks robin, bewildered as he stares at you and zoro from across the deck. he had seen quite a lot of strange behavior since he had allied with the straw hat pirates, but you and the swordsman rubbing circles into each other's jaws might just take the cake.

robin covers her mouth as she giggles—she's about to answer his question, but franky responds before she gets a chance to.

"they've both got that temper... temporo... chopper, what's it called again?" he says, losing enough confidence reaching for the right words to make him defer to the little reindeer sitting in robin's lap.

"temporomandibular joint dysfunction!" chopper exclaims, stars in his eyes as he looks to law for approval, only to hang his head in a little bit of dismay as he receives none.

law simply rolls his eyes. "that'll happen when you're biting a sword hilt all day." he grumbles, crossing his arms as he continues to stare at the two of you, still perplexed.

feeling the heat of a few sets of eyes on you, your head snaps back to glance at your crewmates and ally watching the two of you carefully. "what's wrong, why'd you stop?" zoro mumbles as the motions of your thumbs on his jaw crawl to a halt.

"they're all looking at us weird." you whisper, a bit flushed that something that was a routine, somewhat intimate moment hidden in plain sight had captured the attention of nearly half the crew.

"oi, what are you all staring at!" zoro shouts, glaring at the group with his good eye. the swordsman's chastising successfully turns away the probing gazes, save for chopper, who comes running over to the two of you to settle in your lap, rambling about a special rare plant with medicinal properties he had read about in one of robin's books. the two of you listen intently as you continue to ease each other's pain, tracing pads of fingers along aching joints and bones.

"i still don't get why they have to do it to each other." law mumbles, turning his attention back to the book he had previously been poring over.

"things always feel a touch better when someone else does them for you." robin replies with a cheeky smile, sipping on her cup of tea as law's grits his teeth and lets out an annoyed sigh. robin's sentiment was touching, but all of you straw hats were still weird as far as he was concerned.

[jomiddlemarch]

let me lay down beside you

“Mmm, darlin’, you feel so good…”

Shit.

You’d thought the one silver lining of living through a zombie apocalypse might be that you’d never have to have another awkward, it’s-totally-me-it’s-not-you conversation with a man about why there was basically no chance he could make you come, including the I-really-don’t-want-you-to-get-carpal-tunnel-or-strain-your-TMJ-trying for those guys savvy enough not to have tried the You-just-haven’t-had-my-magic-dick argument. 

All the crunchy, New Age guys who were going to whip up an Ayurvedic smoothie with exact the right combo of herbs and ripe mango and enough turmeric to dye the sea gold had gone out in the first wave. Nearly all the herbs and certainly the mango and turmeric weren’t available in the continental US.

You were supposed to get something from the universe in exchange for surviving into this new world, a compensation that would make you not regret the choice to dump out all the Ambien your roommate had just gotten filled before she never came home instead of downing it in a nice cup of cocoa and then giving yourself a soft, slow dreaming death. 

No such luck.

“Joel, hang on,” you said, gritting the words out as he did something rather lovely to the side of your neck, one big hand cradling the back of your head. You drew in a breath, prepared to have to repeat yourself, because even if you weren’t getting there, he certainly seemed well on his way.

He stopped and pulled back. His hair, greying and not just at the temples, was mussed and there was a little bit of hazy desire left in his dark eyes, but he’d made it by paying very close attention and that included you.

“Too fast? I can slow down, slow as you like, darlin’,” he said.

“That’s not it,” you said, hating this part. Hating all of it, what was happening and what would happen, leading up to when he walked out the door. Joel was a nice man. He probably would take any cheap shots or do much beyond shrugging those broad shoulders of his. “It’s not too fast—”

“Too slow? Or is that somethin’ you don’t like?”

His lips on your throat, the roughness of his beard against the delicate skin over your carotid, yeah, you liked it. If only liking that and his hands on you was enough…

You were quiet, thinking about how you were going to tell him. Maybe there was a way where you really could stay friends. Where there’d still be nights he took out his guitar and sang Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and you sang along, the firelight around you both, gold and shadow.

“Someone hurt you?” he asked, being careful. You both knew what he meant and understood how he was letting you be the one to decide how to say it. You both remembered what it was like early on and no one in Jackson was ever required to tell what had happened before they got there. You chose what you brought with you into the community, what parts of your past you’d leave behind.

“No, nothing like that,” you said. You could see the relief in his eyes, the way his mouth turned gentle.

“You wanna boss me around? I don’t have a problem taking instruction,” he said.

“Wouldn’t make any difference,” you remarked before you could think twice about it. He narrowed his eyes and you almost reached out to touch his jaw or his wrist, your right hand fluttering before you made a fist.

“No?”

“You can’t make me come,” you blurted out. “I don’t want you to waste your time—”

“Seems to me I decide what my time’s worth,” he said.

“I meant, you don’t have to do a whole song and dance,” you said.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he said. “Not a huge fan of musicals.”

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“Frankly, darlin’, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? I’m not going anywhere unless you kick me out,” he said.

“You’ll go,” you said. Lying was essential to living After, but not lying to yourself. That was a death sentence.

“When you tell me to. Not before,” he said, settling back against the couch. 

“I can’t—I don’t come, fucking,” you said.

“That part I got,” he said. In some miracle, he didn’t start the usual litany, asking questions about position or skill, beginning every iteration What about…“How d’you do, y’know, flying solo?”

“Once in a blue moon,” you said. Though probably less often than that. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.”

“Before, probably could’ve tried a vibrator. One of those rabbits maybe. Still find them scavenging, but the batteries are all dead and kind of hard to ask Maria for some juice to get off,” Joel said, so practically and so without the least iota of irritation you were startled into a laugh. He took your hand in his, held it lightly.

“I don’t want to go but I don’t want you to feel bad,” he said. “Want you to feel good, that’s the whole goal.”

“You say that, but everyone wants to come. They want to get the other person off. I don’t want to fake it, to make you happy,” you said.

“I’ve had over forty years to fuck, darlin’,” he said. “I want to be close to you, that’s all. However you want it, long as it’s real. You want me to try shit that didn’t work before, I’ll try it. You have some idea you want to give a whirl, fine by me. I’ll go down on you or use my hands or pretend I’m fucking Captain Kangaroo and you’re Lady Aberlin if that’s something you’re interested in. And if you want to lie in bed or on the couch in sweats and that’s all, that all I want,” he said.

“Lady Aberlin was on Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood,” you said. This was not a conversation you could have imagined happening in any universe, with or without zombies, but Joel didn’t seem to mind. 

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll get frustrated,” you said. You thought it would come out like a warning, but it sounded like you were floating an idea, waiting for him to tell you that you were wrong.

“There some rule I can’t jack off on my own? Or in your general vicinity?” he asked.

“No, it’s not like that,” you said. You couldn’t recall a man ever asking that or proposing anything similar. It was erotic, that was undeniable, that desire coupled with a total lack of demand—he hadn’t said anything about coming on your breasts or your belly and he would have, if that’s what he imagined. Parallel play, the old child development phrase from that college psych class you’d taken sophomore year, a thousand years ago when no one, even you, had ever thought to call you frigid bitch, the guys at college too self-absorbed to notice whether or not you climaxed.

“Doesn’t gross you out?”

“No. It’s hot. It’s not that I’m not interested in sex, making you come. Just hard for me to get all the way,” you said.

“That’s not all the way, you coming, screamin’ my name, headboard thumpin’ on the wall, wakin’ up the neighbors,” he said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles open-mouthed. “All the way’s feelin’ safe, feelin’ like you can ask for whatever you want, say no to whatever you want. Being there in the morning, your head on my chest, hand on my heart.”

“You’re not going to try and convince me you’ve got some special move that’s going to blow my mind?” you said.

“If I had one, probably throw my back out tryin’ it now,” he chuckled. “I like the way you taste. I like the way you sing under your breath when I play ‘Annie’s Song.’ I like the way you argue and how your ass feels against my cock when you’re the little spoon and and how it looks when you drag me out dance over at Tina’s. If we figure something out one of these days, yeah, that’ll be fine. And if this is what we have, it’s plenty for me. I wanna give you anything you want, that’s all.”

“Anything I want?” you said. 

“Everything, darlin’,” he answered. “What d’you want right now?”

“I liked what you were doing before,” you said.

“What we were doing,” he corrected, but without any scolding. It was an invitation, one you had no intention of refusing.

“Let’s do that,” you said. “But with less clothes.”

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Maybe I do want to boss you around. Take your shirt off.”

“Yes’m,” he said and the shiver that went through you was that hint of ma’am and the revelation of his bare chest and the gleam in his dark eyes. 

Maybe it was a blue moon. 

And if it wasn’t, he’d still be here, holding you in his arms.

@goodwithcheese I took you up on your suggestion to write something for one of your anons who was hoping for a fic with an anorgasmic f!reader and a soft Pedro character...

[blubushie]

DEAR ARTISTS

(Cheers to @kreidxpriz for asking this in the replies of my other post!)

Many people don't actually know what a bullet is.

These are not bullets. These are cartridges.

THESE are bullets.

Bullets go into the casing to make a cartridge. Inside the cartridge are what the bullet needs to operate: gunpowder and the primer. The primer pushes inward, strikes one side, and that ignites the gunpowder which explodes and propels the bullet out of the barrel of the firearm.

This is what they look like separate. (Those coloured tips on the bullets are polymer points that assist in cutting through the air which lessens the amount of tumbling and also with penetrating the target. The colour isn't important and is often different depending on who manufactures the bullets.)

That piece on the bottom is calling the casing or shell. That's what ejects from the bolt of a firearm when you cycle it. Some firearms cycle automatically (the automatic family of weapons which includes automatic and semi-automatic, where pulling the trigger will fire a bullet, eject the spent casing, and automatically chamber another round), and some have to be cycled manually (bolt-action rifles, where pulling the trigger ONLY fires the bullet and you have to pull back the bolt to eject the spent casing and allow another round to move into the receiver, then pushing the bolt forward chambers that round).

Why am I explaining this to you? There's different between a bullet and a cartridge. So, dear artists: YOU NEVER PUT A BULLET IN YOUR MOUTH. Many bullets do NOT have metal jackets, meaning the bullet is not fully encased in metal, most commonly copper. The casing is usually brass. Why encase the bullet to start with? Inside the bullet is usually lead. Lead is soft and doesn't penetrate very well, so full metal jackets (FMJs) and total metal jackets (TMJs) are used for better penetration. Because the lead is encased and doesn't "fold," they also have much better trajectory and strike more accurately. Point is, don't put a grey bullet in your mouth unless you want lead poisoning.

Additionally, holding a bullet in your mouth will bugger up something we call ballistics, which is how the bullet travels through the air on its path to its target. Any scratching on the surface or minute dents from your teeth that you can't even see will effect the aerodynamics of the bullet, causing the round to tumble. This throws off accuracy and affects how the bullet strikes.

On that similar note: PEOPLE DO NOT CARVE ANYTHING INTO BULLETS UNLESS IT'S ON THE BASE OF THE BULLET. That's this flat part. (Note that this is a TMJ. An FMJ leaves an exposed bit of lead at the bottom of the bullet.)

The flat part is the ONLY part on a bullet that isn't influenced by aerodynamics, so it's the only "safe" place to carve. That said, it's a small bloody space, so good luck carving anything into that. TMJs are VERY difficult to carve and can only be effectively "scratched." FMJs are easier to carve thanks to their exposed lead, which is a much softer material. VERY rarely you'll see people carving an "X" into the very tip of the bullet so that it fragments better, but this takes time and buggers up the accuracy so it's very uncommon (and when it is seen, it's usually only in handgun-calibre rounds where you're not firing over long distances).

What people DO sometimes do (if they have a real grudge) is scratch into the CASING of the round. Some places even imprint them for mementos. This has no real effect on the round or how it fires, so it's safe to do.

Point here is that people don't hold bullets between their teeth. If they're holding anything, it's the cartridge. When I need to reload quickly, I hold the cartridge between my LIPS with the primer against the flat of my canine tooth or incisors so it doesn't get tapped by accident.

That's all and happy drawing!

As always, if you have any questions feel free to send me an ask!

[turtletaubwrites]

Parted Lips

This SFW oneshot was inspired by This Post by @hufflefluffy about how Sanji would be with someone who struggles with eating such as with sensory issues, eating disorders, etc.

That post made me so happy, so I wrote this fic about Sanji helping his crewmate who has severe chronic TMJ pain.

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1734

Ao3 Link

Summary: Sanji has made another meal just for you, but it's still too painful to eat. You open up to Sanji about your jaw pain, and he offers to help you work through it

Rating/Warnings: SFW, Fluff, Angst, they aren't together yet but there's tension, and it is mildly suggestive, Mostly just sweet Sanji being a lovely human, Chronic Pain, TMJ Disorder, Difficulties with eating such as chewing and appetite, Grief

A/N: I've been struggling with this, and this past year has been awful. Sometimes I couldn't even eat soft cheese. I'm so lucky that my partner is very much like Sanji, and has learned to cook things for me that I can enjoy, and held my hand through this. I hope we can all find that kind of support for our pain. 💜💜

“Mm, this smells amazing, Sanji.”

The bowl of stew he’d placed before you had your mouth watering the scent of the meat and spices making pleasant chills run over your skin. 

Sanji smiled as he sat across from you, and the sight of his own matching bowl made you frown. 

“Why are you having mine?”

“Oh, ma chérie, are you hungry enough for more tonight, I can make something else.”

With a heavy sigh, you leaned away, your small appetite growing smaller at your sour mood. 

“You know what I mean, Sanji. You don’t have to eat what I eat.”

His soft eyes made you tense up, reaching up to massage your cheeks.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you have to eat, Y/N. At least I hope not. Will you calm this poor chef’s nerves, and let me know how it tastes? 

Swallowing your self pity, you reached for the spoon.

Probably the only utensil I’ll ever be able to use now.

Your hand spasmed around the metal slightly, and you felt Sanji’s eyes on your every move.

“Sanji, can you please not stare at me while I eat?”

“Oh, um. Of course, sweetheart, sorry.”

He turned his face down to his own bowl, and you steeled yourself.

It smells so good.

You filled your spoon, not taking too much, but making sure to have a piece of meat and carrot.

Very small pieces.

The meat was so tender, the flavors overwhelming you. 

It had been so difficult to enjoy food, but Sanji’s cooking was bringing your love back.

But that almost made it worse sometimes.

Even with how small the bites of meat and vegetables were, how wonderfully tender, it was still enough chewing to make you sore. You knew if you ate the whole bowl, you would be hurting. It had been a bad week.

“It’s delicious, Sanji. Thank you so much.”

You couldn’t keep your voice from cracking, and his brows tensed as he set down his spoon. 

“Is it too much, darling?”

You sat back, heat building in your throat as you started massaging your jaw. 

“I don’t want to eat puréed food for the rest of my life.

It was such a dumb sentence. It sounded pathetic. But the weight of it fell down on you, crushing your joy.

Sanji reached out, your skin tingling as his hand touched yours, pulling it away from your face to hold it. He squeezed it gently, and his soft skin was soothing, even through your frustration.

“I know what it is to be hungry, Y/N. I won’t let you suffer like this. No matter what it takes, I will find food that nourishes and satisfies you. Please let me help you.”

Hot tears welled in your eyes, and you swallowed, trying to push them down. 

“What else can I do?”

Looking away from his pleading eyes, you stared into your bowl of stew, the small pieces taunting you. 

Your hands reached up to rub at the sore muscles again. 

“Does massaging your jaw help with the pain? I could… Would you feel comfortable letting me touch your face?”

Breath catching, you felt tingles go over your skin.

Is he just trying to touch me? Does he really care, or is this just him…

The thought felt sour as you looked at his earnest face. Sanji was always flirting with you, but he flirts with all the girls, with every woman he meets. You didn’t think he was serious about being interested in you, so you had tried not to think about him that way. You weren’t always successful.

But he was also one of the kindest people you’d ever met. You set your hesitation aside, and took the cook’s offer.

Sanji came around the table now, facing you as he sat in the chair beside you. Your breath was still too light, and you started pinching your fingers in your lap, fidgeting as he moved close to you.

A small gasp escaped you as his warm fingers touched your cheeks. His skin was so amazingly soft, and your eyes fluttered shut as he started to lightly press in circles along your jaw. 

“Does this feel alright?”

You nodded with a small sigh, then guided his fingers with yours, showing him what you needed.

It felt so much better with his touch than your own, and you let yourself relax into it for a few minutes. 

Sanji kept going as he cleared his throat softly, bringing your attention to his face. 

“What are other things we can do to help you, love?”

You had to breathe, bringing yourself back to the moment. 

“Uh, sometimes icing it can help on bad days. There are exercises too, but it’s hard to remember until it gets bad. Then I can’t do them because it hurts too much.”

“Is there an exercise that isn’t as painful,” Sanji asked, his voice just as soothing as his fingers.

It took you another minute to respond as you melted under his touch.

“Yeah, um. I just always forget. It’s not really an exercise. I need to focus on my posture.”

“You have lovely posture.”

“Thank you,” you said with a laugh, not surprised that he would have noticed that about you. “I know I do. I’ve worked hard on it to help reduce the pain. Seems like it’s really paid off.”

Sanji gave a small frown at the light tone you tried to use with your sarcasm.

“What else, gorgeous?”

His soft hands cupping your face while he used that word made you feel dizzy. How can he make me feel like that with just his voice?

You didn’t want him to stop massaging you, but you moved his hands away. 

“Just this.”

Sanji’s gaze was drawn to your lips as they parted, and he stared for a moment before meeting your eyes again. 

“I’m sorry, dear. What is the next exercise?”

“Not an exercise. More posture. I’m supposed to stay like this as often as I can remember.” 

He stared at your lips again as you gestured to them. 

“My tongue is meant to touch the top of my mouth, and my lips should be slightly parted, as often as I can remember,” you explained, your voice trembling more with each word. 

“I hate it, how am I supposed to remember to do it? And if I do, I just have to live with my mouth open all the time? And what if it doesn’t help? Nothing ever helps-”

Sanji cupped your face again, making you gulp as stinging tears finally started falling. 

He brushed them away with his thumbs, and you felt your lips quivering as his face got closer. His eyes were pouring over your features, and it made you shiver.

“San-”

“You don’t have to carry this alone anymore, Y/N. I’ll help you, whatever you need.”

Your eyes clenched shut, sending a wave of tears down as you tried not to sob. All the pain, all the frustration was wearing you down. 

It seemed so trivial. But not being able to eat Sanji’s amazing food, losing your appetite when you thought of what you could eat, watching the crew laugh together over their meals, it made it all harder. 

You had stopped eating with the crew for a while now, with Sanji joining you after meals. But you felt sick with guilt when you couldn’t finish the food he’d worked so hard on for you. 

“May I hug you, ma belle?” 

Nodding, you let him pull you into his arms. You wanted to stop, to push this aside. It’s not that big of a deal, get over it. 

The biting thoughts that plagued you were finally ignored as you breathed in Sanji’s comforting scent. As you let yourself weep, you sobbed onto his shoulder while he drew comforting shapes along your back. 

He let you cry, and you realized that you were grieving. All the pain you’d bottled up was grief. Grief for all the things you couldn’t do, couldn’t enjoy because your body wouldn’t let you. The pain you ignored everyday until it became so sharp that you couldn’t ignore it. 

The days when you had to stop yourself from laughing with your crew because it hurt too much to open your mouth. 

Feeling it all washing over you, you clung to him, gripping his dress shirt in your fingers. 

Your sobs were loud and painful, but you couldn’t stop them if you tried. You had never let yourself feel all of this, all at once. It was like a dam had been breached, and Sanji was holding you, anchoring you so you wouldn’t be swept away. 

“I’m so sorry you have to carry this, darling. You shouldn't have to.”

He stroked your hair as his soft words started coming through your sobs. Your breathing began to slow, and you felt strange, not quite here. Still hurting, but relieved. 

Sitting back, his hands seemed reluctant to let you slip away. 

You were grateful that he wasn’t smiling. His brows were tensed slightly, and he tilted his head in soft concern. 

“Please come to me with this, Y/N. You don’t need to suffer in silence anymore. I won’t allow it.”

You gave a choked laugh as the corner of his mouth twitched up, and you were surprised that you were ready for the smile so soon. 

“Thank you so much, Sanji.”

You gripped his hands, squeezing his fingers as your breathing kept slowing down. He took one hand away to touch your chin gently. 

“Anytime, my love. I’m going to whip you up something delicious, alright?”

Nodding, your skin was still tingling as his thumb traced along your jaw.

“I’m going to be your reminder from now on, is that okay?”

It took you a second to understand, but you remembered your exercises.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Perfect. Now while I cook, I want you to hold your tongue at the roof of your mouth, and let your lips be slightly parted.”

You smiled at him before you obeyed, and then you watched his eyes seem to burn as they watched your lips part. 

Your breath hitched as Sanji’s thumb traced over your lower lip, delicious heat running through your body at his gentle touch. 

“I’ll help you remember now, ma chérie. Your lips look too beautiful like this for me to forget.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that you have someone like Sanji to support you through your pain 💜

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[iamthecomet]

-enters your askbox like I'm sitting down in a confessional-

Dew who can't suck dick to save his life paired up with minute man Rain.

Thoughts?

-steps out of the confessional-

Oh man, I always headcanon Dew has having immaculate head game, however, I will indulge you for this. Because I really love it. Dew with an intense gag reflex. Dew with a small mouth. Dew with no idea what to do with his tongue. Dew with TMJ, aching jaw, unable to keep it up for long. Dew who's always struggled to suck anyone off to completion. Usually opting to move on long before they're close. It's just what he's used to. Sure he'll put it in his mouth but he's not very good at it and he doesn't really enjoy it. But Rain? Rain asks him for it and Dew isn't going to say no. He'll give it his best try. He'll go as long as he can before he has to tap out. He'll give Rain something at lease, a few moments in the wet heat of his mouth. And then Rain loses it. A handful of seconds in already whining, dripping like a faucet. Only the head pushed past Dew's lips. Dew sucks a little harder and Rain unravels. Pushing just deep enough to be uncomfortable, savoring the feeling of Dew's mouth around him. He cums in under a minute the first time. And Dew is...shocked. Ego boosted. Now all he wants to do is suck Rain off, to watch him unravel. To see how fast he can get Rain to cum. And Rain? God Rain's happy to oblige him, to press his dick against those pretty lips and just let go. They make one hell of a pair.

[mamasplat]

NOW IS WHEN I MAKE A LIST OF TRAITS MY FAMILY HAS GASLIT ME ON

My height, by the time I was 10 they were trying to convince me I was 5’8….i am 5’5 currently.

The scar in the middle of my forehead from when I ran full force into a glass coffee table as a toddler, they say it didn’t scar- it very much did and anyone who has seen me will point it out eventually and ask what happened.

The fact I have a very minor cleft chin, I’ve noticed it everytime I’ve stood in good lighting because it casts a shadow even if it’s not prominent. I’ll give them a pass on just not paying attention to it…

My overbite, I noticed I had a weak chin and asked every member of my bloodline if my teeth were supposed to be that far back, they said my jaw was perfectly fine. When I got my first dentist appointment at age 16 she told me I HAD THE WORST OVERBITE SHE HAD EVER SEEN. and I am going in for CORRECTIVE SURGERY next year to remedy the TMJ it’s given me and pull my lower jaw forward, and until then I have to manually adjust and train a different resting face to keep my jaw from GETTING STUCK-

AND IM SURE THERES MORE I’M JUST NOT THINKING OF-

It is not the fact you are a filthy liar, it is the fact if you claim innocence on my accusations you are admitting to not paying any mind to any concern I have ever raised.

[shortoncache]

Marry My Husband (drama) ep. 11 bits

ARGH STUPID BROODY HERO COMPLEX

AND DECIDING WHAT'S BEST FOR HER

what was the POINT of branding him with the heart doodle if he was gonna make her cry anyway

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W-w-w-what happened to BoA's face? Where's her face? That's just the makeup, right? Right? (How much has changed in the world since I stopped keeping up with korean pop culture?)

-edit- Ah, she says she changed the way she holds her lips due to braces. I don't think I was stiff like that when I had my braces (got them off not too long ago) but anyway. It's a really odd choice unless she has TMJ or some medical problem necessitating it, because there's a risk of gum recession among other things, which would affect her appearance as an idol.

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Eugh. I know Yura was from the original novel, but I don't think adding her was a good choice. The webcomic leaving her out, or specifically, the misunderstanding fake-out arc, was a better decision.

[berylcups]

Head canons: What’s La Squadras Eating Habits Like?

CW: Food, Sensory issues, Smoking, food cravings, meal skipping

Risotto:

Dietary preference: Omnivore with a preference for red meat, due to his stand he’s always craving iron rich foods

Allergies/ food intolerances: lactose intolerant, mild peanut allergy

Table manners/behaviors: has TMJ so his jaw pops when he eats. He’s kinda embarrassed about it but he doesn’t eat with his mouth open and his table manners are impeccable. So he’s someone I’d gladly eat with 🥺

Favorite taste: savory

Cook, take out, or fast food: he prefers cooking but never has the energy or time for it so he usually opts for street food.

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 3.5 he has some sicilian dishes that he’s perfect at, but other regions he’s just Ok at. Not bad but not great. He can make most things as long as he has a recipe to follow.

Formaggio:

Dietary preference: omnivore, very high carb diet

Allergies/ food intolerances: none! He’s healthy~

Table manners/behaviors: eats way too fast and ends up overeating. He compensates by making singular portions

Favorite taste: Salty

Cook, take out, or fast food: he loves to cook when hes home but when he’s out he indulges on junky fast food 🤤 he could live off of fries and chips/crisps. If it’s deep fried he’s on it. He’d love an American State Fair 🤤

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 5+++ he’s a god tier cook. You ask him for whatever recipe you want he can recreate it. Vincenzo’s Plate, Uncle Roger, and other YT critics got nothing on him. He has a permanent uncle title. BUT…he can’t bake for shit. Don’t even ask him to microwave you a mug cupcake. 🧁 he just can’t. But you’ll get a 5 star 6 course meal that will make your mouth orgasm. His best recipe is his 12 layer lasagna. No he won’t tell you what’s in it, family secret 🤫

Illuso:

Dietary preference: lacto-ovo vegetarian

Allergies/ food intolerances: hes deathly allergic to tree nuts

Table manners/behaviors: talks with his mouth full 😒

Favorite taste: sweet

Cook, take out, or fast food: take out. There’s soooo many reflective surfaces in restaurant kitchens where he can sneak through and just steal a plate of food that he finds appealing and jump back in. 😂 he saves a lot of money on food costs.

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 3.5 cooking wise he’s average. Nothing to write home about. But due to his sweet tooth he’s a god at baking. Choux cream puffs are his specialty. He can make a mean cupcake too his decoration skills are on point 🧁 if you ask him to bake a cake for you, you might be better off buying from an actual bakery. His prices are ridiculously high. But the taste though… it's probably worth every lira

Prosciutto:

Dietary preference: mostly carnivore diet

Allergies/ food intolerances: cruciferous vegetables give him terrible gas pains ☠️ and he’s lactose intolerance (he’s secretly jealous that Pesci can drink milk without getting the shits but he even looks a drop of milk and he’s running to the toilet )

Table manners/behaviors: SMOKES WHILE HE EATS 😡 yuck! this isn’t the 90s bitch. We don’t do smoking sections anymore. He also puts salt on EVERYTHING. If he didn’t smoke so much he’d be able to taste things better 😒

Favorite taste: bitter

Cook, take out, or fast food: cooking if he’s home, if he’s out it’s take out but it has to be from the best of the best! Prosciutto has high standards with his diet and won’t eat any dingy hole in the wall restaurant or some greasy fast food !

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 4 - pretty good cook! Has many recipes he learned from his nonna that he knows by heart. The only issue is he needs to use less salt.

Pesci:

Dietary preference: lacto-ovo pescatarian

Allergies/ food intolerances: has the cilantro gene where it tastes super soapy, also stimulants like coffee and non herbal tea give him an upset stomach 🤢

Table manners/behaviors: his table manners are impeccable. Doesn’t talk with his mouth full, doesn’t slurp, nothing! But he drinks fast and sometimes gets the hiccups 😭 also…he can only drink milk or water- no wine or espresso. It’s not bad table manners but it makes the team look bad (according to Prosciutto 😒 let the boy have his milk dammit )

Favorite taste: sour 🍋

Cook, take out, or fast food: Cook- he likes the rewarding process of fishing for his food, then to process and filet it, and turn it into a dish. Is there really anything more satisfying than that?

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 3- he’s a good cook but he has an issue of overcooking meat since he doesn’t eat it himself other than fish. Don’t ask him for a medium rare steak because it’s either going to be blue rare or very well done. He worries about food safety and food borne illnesses so he always ends up over cooking or burning the meat. His meat dishes may be dry and terrible but at least you know you won’t get salmonella. Fish dishes are obviously his best work. Ask him to make you some sashimi or nigiri sushi some time! It might not be the quality of a Japanese chef but for a home cook he’s pretty damn talented!

Melone:

Dietary preference: highly processed diet

Allergies/ food intolerances: shellfish allergy

Table manners/behaviors: skips meals…needs reminders to eat! Good table manners for the most part but…. He LOUDLY slurps his noodles 😬

Favorite taste: savory

Cook, take out, or fast food: cook and by cooking I mean ready made foods. Ramen noodles, Mac and cheese, frozen microwaveable foods, hamburger helper, -questionable canned foods… he eats like a fucking bachelor. That’s if he even remembers to eat.

How good of a cook are they (1-5): 1.5 can boil pasta and use jar sauce. can use a microwave and that’s about it. He can make cup ramen and throw whatever he finds in the fridge in there and thinks it’s a 5 star meal 😭

Ghiaccio:

Dietary preference: high carb low fat

Allergies/ food intolerances: latex allergy - banana, avocado and kiwi. Has sensory issues so certain textures are intolerable.

Table manners/behaviors: hates when his food touches other foods. WILL NOT EAT IT. Very particular about textures too. If his pasta isn’t al dente he can’t eat it. The mouthfeel is so off it will make him gag. He’d rather eat raw crunchy dried pasta instead of overdone mushy pasta.

Favorite taste: Spicy 🌶️

Cook, take out, or fast food: Take out; he prefers home cooked food but he’s not allowed near a stove. He gravitates towards hot foods when he’s out, like pasta arrabiata, mapo tofu, or Vindaloo.

How good of a cook are they (1-5): -5 this guy could burn cereal. Do not let him in the kitchen. Ever. He’s too literal with following recipes, when they say to turn the stove on high- he puts it on the highest setting and then complains that the recipe is wrong and not him 😬 (same man same 😔)

[spaceoperetta]

obligatory 2023 roundup, the good and the bad

2023 was....my least favorite year in a while! Two wrist surgeries, both of which didn't heal ideally or are still doing so, painful TMJ when there was previously no pain, weird foot issues exacerbated by a fun trip! and a cortisone shot! It's been the year of more constant pain than I've been used to and it's driven me a bit insane.

had the worst depression since, uh, probably college this fall! I cried every day for the better part a month! full wracking sobs! the worst thoughts! I went back to therapy! my therapist is inexperienced in outpatient but, oddly enough specializes in the one thing I got referred to for testing and the result was 'eh not quite enough'. I am also terrible at doing the simple things I need to do aka my PT exercises bc the depression overrides those bitches I need to just...set alarms! and follow them! unless it's a doctor's appointment or somewhere I have to be it's so easy to just...put it off!

I did have some good times towards the start of the year - between my two surgeries, I went on two trips! I posted pics from one of them - sorry to those enjoying my Turkey pics, I got distracted by, uh, the depression - and I also went to Japan! Enjoyed both trips for different reasons, Turkey was the bigger surprise. (Japan also exacerbated my foot issues, I'm happy to tromp around anywhere but, uh, it was a bit too much for my body to handle.)

as for this year...I have one trip planned, and it's a bit of a splash out. I imagine I'll post some pics on a delay, we'll see! Personal life-wise, god I need to get out more. Work on my confidence, figure out where I want to go next. fix my body issues more, will my scar tissue to shrink, solve my shoe dilemma! My current career is a stopgap which is a win-win situation cash-wise but it's not what I'd like to do. and the hours mean it's during normal socialization hours.

I'm doing better than I was a few months ago, at least.

here's to a better 2024, all. I'm glad I'm still blogging and that you're still reading. time to listen to the mountain goats and make it through another year.

[feline17ff]

Greg Stoker, a former Special Operations member in the US army, analyzes the war in Palestine from a military perspective, debunking Israeli propaganda and explaining why the regime is losing its ground campaign.

I absolutely love greg.j.stoker's I/P conflict analyses on Instagram.

He's an ex US veteran who knows the ins and outs of military science, as well as US military obv.

Usually his IG vids are a few minutes long analyzing Israel's military tactics (or lack of)

He's so good at explaining and gets right into his subject matter that I didn't notice this interview of his on TMJ News Network was 30 minutes long lol

He talks about what the US military really thinks of Israel's military, years before Oct 7th. Spoiler: The US military doesn't trust Israel's info coz they know they just LIE.

[brightlotusmoon]

My FB post right now is being so useful:

Me: Okay, someone with TMJ, trigeminal nerve pain, and sinus pain help walk me through the differences so I can figure out what's happening in my face.

My microbiologist friend: "OMG SOMEONE FINALLY NEEDS ME!!!!

TMJ is an achy, muscular pain. If you press on the hinge of your jaw and/or the back of your skull where it meets your neck, you will feel intense pain followed by release. Causes headaches on one side, usually in the back. Opening your mouth wide while touching your jaw will produce a “pop” on one side and a feeling of sliding sideways on the other. Helped by: NSAIDS, muscle relaxants, heat. Hurt by: crunchy food, chewy food, jaw clenching.

Trigeminal neuralgia feels like random electrical shocks at the base of your teeth, radiating up into your cheek. One side. No headache. Pain can also be sharp or burning (when mine was at its worst it felt like someone put a flaming fireplace poker between my teeth and slammed my jaw shut), but the hallmark is that “shocky” pain. Helped by: medication that is specifically for nerve pain (like gabapentin). Absolutely nothing else helps. Hurt by: ??? (Mine is kind of related to the cold but…???)

Sinus pain is usually heavy pressure and an ache or occasional sharp pain in the jaw. Headaches bilateral and in the front of the head, in a “mask” around the eyes. Trigger points are at the inside corner of the eyebrow and the outer corner of the nostrils, applying firm pressure there will cause SEVERE pain that will lessen over time. Cheeks and forehead may also be sensitive to touch. Also might present as a sore throat. Helped by: sudafed, antihistamines, NSAIDS, cold. Hurt by: that depends on the person. If it’s unrelenting and doesn’t respond well to meds you should see a doctor to check for infection.

Oh my goodness I feel so useful 🖤"

My reply: "I love you. I also feel like all of that happened at the same time. But I'm going to call it TMJ, because the thoracic pain and upper shoulder stiffness is specific to the palsy spasticity, which means it'll hit the jaw muscles on both sides in slightly different ways."

Other friends also weighed in!

A. said "TMJ feels like you have the bottom jaw and the jaw joint hit with a hammer. Sinus pain in face feels like you could stick something into your eye or up your nose and it would pop the balloon that growing in your skull. Trigeminal nerve is one of the worst pains you have ever experienced and you would be at the hospital. It usually only affects one side of the face and it feels as thought someone is slicing your face open. (I don’t have it but a friend does but I experienced mild symptoms after a surgery that temporarily inflamed that nerve and even minor pain it was horrid and gave me a much much less accurate idea of how much pain my dear friend deals with cause mine was like 20% compared to her 100%)"

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K. said: "TN can be bilateral and can be triggered or exacerbated by the same range of meds prescribed to relieve it.

Sinus pain may respond to pseudoephedrine, but phenylephrine ain't shit, so check your Sudafed formulation before you decide that decongestant doesn't work.

TMJ, you might notice that you're clenching or grinding at night... or other people might notice more than you do.

Also consider for differential diagnosis, these things that can cause REALLY fucking bizarre referred-pain:

Ear infection (look for fever or pain spiking at weird times when you can't identify a trigger, also maybe nausea)

Dental/oral nerve impingement or infection, try swishing with an analgesic like a chloraseptic spray or lozenge, or oragel. See if pan resolves.

Try tapping on teeth and gums. See if any of them feel 'weird.'

Brush/floss/waterpik/whatever very thoroughly and then gargle and swish as aggressively as you can.

I had a poppy seed making me think I was getting shingles one time. Once it was out, I was fine. Weirdest fucking shit... anyway..."

[thepupperino]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

What's this? Am I...logging in to tumblr dot com??? And participating in a tag game? It's a miracle!

Thank you to @michellemisfit for tagging me this week, and a retroactive thank you to everyone who has tagged me in weeks past! I've been pretty MIA from tumblr for a while, so it means a lot that people have still thought of me! 🥰

THIS OR THAT - The rules are simple: two things, you must choose one.

Iced coffee or hot coffee? ICED. Once or twice a year I do get a hot hazelnut truffle mocha from Dutch Bros (my love), but you can pry my iced coffee from my frozen hands.

Iced tea or hot tea? Ironically (because I'm so passionate about iced coffee lol) hot. I think of hot tea as like a little comfort thing.

Lemonade or sweet tea? Lemonade (but I've only had American lemonade and I hear it's different in other countries).

Minty gum or fruity gum? I'm not really a gum girly--thanks TMJ problems--but mint if I have to choose? But sometimes a watermelon gum hits different. And juicy fruit isn't bad...and fruit stripes are in the hall of fame. But nonetheless, mint.

Pasta or potatoes? Shut the fuck up, who wrote this question?? It's diabolical. I'll choose potatoes.

Olives or pickles? Slightly less diabolical...but pickles.

Rrice or bread? Bread, thanks!

Cookies or brownies? A brookie 😏

Hand written reminders or phone reminders? Both lmao. I love my little passion planner and use her regularly, but sometimes I gotta have the digital reminder too.

Pull-over hoodie or zippy hoodie? Hot take: I prefer crewnecks. I don't like the way hoods feel on my neck. But between the two I'll take pullover.

Jeans or sweatpants? SWEAT👏🏻PANTS👏🏻

Flip-flops/thongs or slides? Slides.

Paperback book or ebook? Paperback.

enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers? AH it depends what I'm in the mood for! Right now I've got a hankering for fwb to lovers (send any recs my way 👀)

Only one bed or fake dating? Again, I will take anything I am given, but today I am choosing only one bed.

Hurt/comfort or whump?

Mutual pining or amnesia? Mutual pining.

Canon compliant or alternate universe? Both? 🥺 But I'll say AU because Michelle is right, the sky is the limit.

Soulmate AU or sports AU? I love a good soulmate AU.

Celebrity AU or coffee shop AU? Coffee shop

One-shot or longfic? Both are spectacular but I'll choose longfic.

AND FINALLY....😈

Milkovich or Gallagher? As a whole family, Gallagher (but you all know how I feel about Mickey).

Call me lame or whatever but I'm skipping out on tags this week so that I'll actually post this. BUT I commit to do this again next week and to be more present and next time I'll tag people.

So if you see this and want to play, please consider yourself tagged! 🩷

[monicaverso]

I haven't read TMJ in ages, but you know what, why not?

Cebolônica: premeditated couple since the first issues of the original mônica

Monicontra: had a healthy relationship for a long while and broke up on good terms