#god why do we even have wisdom teeth??

[pia-writes-things]

You don't realise how much you like hot and solid food until you can't eat it anymore and it's all you crave.

I know it's temporary, and I know if I eat even a little bit hot, I'll start bleeding but I'm really craving a hot tea rn. Or a hot chocolate. And mybe so warm soup or puree or something.

[heartual]

remembering how i have to set up a consultation before i get my upper left wisdom tooth removed oooogoggghgghggh

[luveline]

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

[writingbyshiloh]

Third Time's the Charm

Request: Hii,if your request are still open can i request something for Gen V?Can you write something where Jordan and fem reader are childhood best friends and Jordan had always been in love with her but they feel insecure because they don’t know if reader will like them in both forms romantically?So when,in ep 3,Jordan dad goes like “Y/n and Jordan will be husband and wife” reader goes “Maybe we will be wife and wife”because she loves Jordan just like they are?

AN: Reader wants to be the first supe president (just to explain why they’re at the gala), I changed the timeline of the ep a tiny bit. I have another request about meeting Jordan's parents but that one might be more angsty.

CW: fem!reader, kissing, no beta, Jordan's parents are just their warning. The start is all flashbacks so I may have slipped on the tense a few times, no beta

WC: 2.0K

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan. 

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan. 

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying. 

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress. 

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words. 

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them. 

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend. 

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her. 

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all. 

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table. 

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way. 

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window. 

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too. 

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go. 

You stand and straighten out your dress. 

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself. 

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up. 

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is. 

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting. 

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it. 

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.” 

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going. 

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest. 

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking. 

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near. 

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again. 

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible. 

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit. 

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan. 

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. 

You gently push them out of the stall, trying to keep your laughs quiet as you both scurry past the other couple in the stall. 

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm almost done with part 3 of Blacksmith's Daughter.

But I have once more found myself weak against the headcanons and giggling uncontrollably at my own train of thought.

So this time

What would happen if you found yourself with a bag o' weed?

Whatever here we feckinGOOO

Because I Got High

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X Reader

Headcanons

NSFW because context and stuff

♫♬Creepin Up The Backstairs - The Fratellis♬♫

Don't just say yes to tease me, do your utmost to please me

I don't mean to be sleazy, being you can't be easy

Zoro

"I mean, I've never tried it, but...."

Never done this before, usually have to have friends to introduce you to this sort of thing, and he was fairly lacking in the friend department until recently.

But basically, the hell with it, why not?

Just watching you roll it up in curiosity and borderline nervousness—

No, he's not nervous, shut up.

First hit and he's trying not to cough up a lung, shoving at you while you giggle about it.

Once it hits, he's in absolute awe of...well, basically everything.

Has never been so relaxed in his entire life what is this sorcery?

Falling back into his favorite hammock and pulling you down with him, just staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

Mentions after several minutes of silence that he can't feel his teeth and then just dissolves into hysterical laughter.

Cannot stop grinning, so comfortable and at ease with everything, kissing at your temple and your neck and pulling you closer against him.

Literally just wants to cuddle at this point, not anything more than that. Just lay there and hold you close, relax, breathe you in and enjoy the warmth and comfort of your body against his.

"....Fuck."

Sanji

"Excuse me, you have what? Oh, this is going to be fun."

He's worked in a professional kitchen. This is not his first rodeo.

Also, hand over the ganja. You're not smoking it, you're cooking with it. Or in actuality, infusing it into butter and cooking with that, to ensure even distribution.

Again. Not his first rodeo. Whatever he does come up with, be it brownies or cookies or are those churros???, you know he knows what he's doing.

Just leaves plates of edibles laid out across the kitchen of the Merry, and no one knows but the two of you.

Luffy eats an entire plate of brownies and is practically in a coma fifteen minutes later, laying sprawled out on the deck and pointing at a cloud every so often to comment on what it looks like.

Nami and Usopp sitting in the corner, alternating between giggling and dying in laughter at the pitiful state of their captain.

Zoro decided he was going to wash dishes for some reason, but you're pretty sure he's been scrubbing the same plate for five minutes.

You and Sanji standing off in another corner, leaning over each other and cracking up at the chaos you have managed to wreak among the crew.

And it gives the two of you the perfect opportunity to slip off to bed, which you definitely don't waste.

As flirty and playful as he is on a normal basis is doubled right now, and whether you're giggling or moaning beneath him, he's absolutely thrilled with the outcome of this endeavor.

"Oh, so much fun...." 

Shanks

"Oh, sweetheart, we are going to the moon."

Do you even have to ask?

The second you tell him you found a bag of the green in the contraband hold in the Marine ship you just sunk, he's grinning like an idiot.

Grabbing you, an officer or two, leaving someone else in charge for a while, and you're all smoking out the captain's cabin.

Thirty minutes later, amid the haze of smoke, Benn's sitting in the corner just staring at his hands in borderline terror. No thoughts, just oh dear gods hands.

Yasopp's doubled over the map table, laughing hysterically at something Shanks said five minutes ago.

Shanks has pulled you on top of him on his bed, arm curled around you, kissing you slowly, no worry at all of any other parties present.

But every so often, his head drops down to his pillows, and he spouts off some high-wisdom one-liner, and just stares off into space for a moment in wonder.

"If...if you drop a bar of soap on the floor...is the soap dirty, or is the floor clean?"

Mihawk

"You have what? Why?"

Disapproving stare.

Well, he might have dabbled in his younger years (no it had nothing to do with Shanks quit asking), but not for quite some time.

It dampens his senses, it's not worth the trouble.

But...maybe it wouldn't hurt, just this once.

Ten minutes later, he's laid back across his bed, arm curled around you, completely at one with everything.

Just staring up at the ceiling, thinking.

Everything makes perfect sense, everything is one, and it's just delightful.

If you need advice about anything, now is the time to ask, because all the secrets of the universe are now his.

He has no idea how far gone he actually is and honestly it's pretty hilarious.

Glares at you when you point it out—before giving a snort-laugh and agreeing with you.

It's a rarity that you get to see him this relaxed and unbothered, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Definitely initiate a make-out session; he's going to take it very slow, and very thorough, savoring you even more than he usually would.

"Mmm, you taste divine, little one...."

Buggy

"Are you serious? Oh, hell yes—"

Eyes light up like a kid at Christmas, you have what?!?!

Oh, he's down as a clown.

He literally said that line, and then grinned so hard that you almost don't want to shove him overboard for it.

He's more than prepared to make sure there are munchies available—mainly chocolate, since he has a serious sweet tooth.

Taking a toke and then kissing along your neck, making you giggle.

Unlike drinking, this is a private affair, just you and him. You're the only one who gets to see this side of him.

Making you giggle gives him life, so he's going to be murmuring stupid jokes in your ear in between trying to make you moan, and he'll settle for either.

"Ooh, yeah, that's it, baby—just give me what's mine."

[pancake-breakfast]

Been watching through Link Click with my brother for Sibling Anime Night and, as this is my second watch, there are all these little details that are just driving me crazy. I have to remember not to say a darn thing because he doesn't know yet, but geez. They put some thought into this. They knew what they were doing.

Here are a few:

Qiao Ling telling Cheng Xiaoshi that Lu Guang is way more mature than him despite being the younger of the two.

Near the end of the first episode (in the sub), Lu Guang very insistently tells Cheng Xiaoshi to never ask about the future.

In the Noodle Lesbians episode, Cheng Xiaoshi telling Lu Guang, "Just because you don't see a glimmer of hope doesn't mean it's not hiding somewhere," and Lu Guang's expression fading into this soft smile as he chuckles, as if he's thinking, "It's just like you to say something like that."

In the basketball episode, how jealous Lu Guang sounds when Cheng Xiaoshi high-fives someone else.

When Cheng Xiaoshi runs out to start warning people about the earthquake, Lu Guang gritting his teeth and shouting, "You can't save them. They are already dead!" And then hurriedly lecturing Cheng Xiaoshi on how much of a fixed point death is no matter how much you might want to change it. "No matter how hard this is, you can't alter their fates!"

Lu Guang: "The future that we now know could completely disappear." (dub) "It could even cause the disappearance of the life we have now." (sub)

In the Aunt May arc, the three superheroes that our main three dress up as being the Star of Justice, Bringing Hope (Cheng Xiaoshi), Star of Courage, Conquering Fear (Lu Guang), and Star of Wisdom, Lighting the Way (sub)/Serving Knowledge (dub) (Qiao Ling). Gods, I could write an essay just on that.

I just... I just wanna grab some of these characters and shake them. Maybe slap them a few times. Why they gotta be like this?

[myguidingmoon-light]

“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

No room. That’s something I’ve heard too much lately. Palestinians have been hearing that for 75 years. Since they were driven out of their homes—more than 700 000 of them—in 1948 to make room for the colony of Israel, there has been less and less room every day. Less land, literally, as even though lines and walls have been drawn over the years, Israel continues to illegally settle in Palestinian land. Less room to breathe, as the population of Gaza grew within the illegal blockade walling them into a tiny strip of land. Less room to live now, as Gaza has been under constant attack by Israeli bombs and guns and while the civilians of Gaza are pushed by this violence into even smaller and smaller “safe zones” (though there is nowhere safe in Gaza right now).

But also no room our conversations. No room in our imagination. No room in our understanding of our world of “human rights” and “developed nations.” You’d think “Palestinian” is a slur for how quickly it shuts up (or heats up) dialogue. These are our neighbours, and it feels like pulling teeth to get people to engage with their humanity—let alone ask their MP to ask our government to ask Israel’s government to please stop bombing civilians for the third month straight.

Today we recognize when a Jewish Palestinian family was forced by the state to leave their home, shelter in unfit terrain, give birth without proper medical care, survive a massacre, and become refugees. We Christians call the baby born in that family Emmanuel, which means God with us. God was born in Bethlehem, behind the border wall, in an occupation. What does that tell us about who God is?

Our Christian siblings in Palestine have asked us not to let this Christmas pass as usual. To that, I ask, what is Christmas as usual? If we don’t see our neighbours in the story of Jesus, what is the point? If we need to put the real, genuine injustices of the world out of our mind so that we can be comforted by Christmas, we are frankly doing it wrong. The point—the whole point—is that love and justice are possible for the unloved and the oppressed, even when it doesn’t feel that way. It is our responsibility to make that happen, and we can’t do that with our eyes closed.

You should feel uncomfortable about celebrating Christmas while a genocide is going on. We need to have room for that. We also need to have room for the hope that Christmas represents. We need to have room in our hearts for justice, lasting peace, and a free Palestine, because we are all needed to make it a reality.

And for God’s sake, CEASEFIRE NOW!

“He has brought down the mighty from their thrones/ and exalted those of humble estate;/ he has filled the hungry with good things,/ and the rich he has sent away empty.” (Luke 1:52-53)

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I am indebted to Rev. Munther Isaac for his wisdom in helping so many of us walk through this time. Personally, I just finished his book “The Other Side of the Wall”—if you are a Christian, you have to read this book. I’ll buy you a copy if you want.

I also want to note that this post isn’t really supposed to be an explainer or an argument. I didn’t cite anything here, but if you’re curious about anything I referenced (e.g. why did I bring up medical care?), send me a message and I’d be happy to give you more details about what’s happening in Palestine. I’m no expert, but I know some people just genuinely don’t know the extent of the injustice and don’t know where to learn more; if you have questions I’m happy to help, but I’m not here to fight with you.

Same deal if you want to help but don’t know how. I’m happy to give you some ideas and even help you out with them (distance permitting). One important action you can always take is contacting your Member of Parliament. You don’t have to write anything fancy—just tell them honestly how you’re feeling and ask them to support an urgent ceasefire. This is literally your right as a Canadian, so you don’t have to worry about doing something wrong.

[lussiane333]

Slashers or their S/O with a cavity or a toothache. Like how would they help/deal with it? (I’m getting my wisdom teeth out later this week and I’m hoping for some comfort/fluff from the slashers)

I hope everything will go well for you 🖤

Slashers and toothache.

RZ! Michael Myers

I mean let's be real. Considering he ate a dog and from a trash, we know his teeth cannot be perfectly healthy.

But! After you took him under your wing his hygiene has upgraded! (thank god)

Michael has a big (if not otherworldly) pain tolerance

However...

Toothache is just damn annoying and the pain goes straight into his head

He hates it..

He would brush it aggressively thinking it's going to help

If it did, perfect.

Now if it didn't...

You wouldn't know about it at first

If he's that comfortable around you to not wear a mask you're going to see him frowning, moving his tongue a lot

When you ask him what's wrong he's just going to ignore you, don't even try

You noticed your bathroom cabinet with pills a little.. messy.. like a lot, nothing is in it's place

Now you know that something is bothering him and decide to take care of it yourself. He's going to be such a bitch about it, what are you thinking touching his face like that? He doesn't need your help, it's going to go away on it's own!

But Michael wants your care, just don't be so obvious about it.. He wants it especially when falling asleep, he won't sleep without your touch and warmness

You made him soft food, fruit and vegetable smoothies for the rest of the week, along with some pills and.. tada! It really did go away on it's own somehow

He's thankful, Michael didn't even think about the possibilities if it didn't go away, maybe like getting used to it..

Art the Clown

Insists on ripping it out for you.

Why not?! It's going to be free and he's gonna have so much fun!

He just kinda looks at you when you're cursing in pain

He doesn't remember hurting it that much, come on you must be overreacting..

He wonders what would hurt you more, this toothache or stabbing you right into the guts

When you cuddle him he will rock you in his arms and place his warm palm on your cheek

Art will try to make you laugh in everyway, he knows he can't tickle you now, that would make it worse (He really really wants to tickle you..)

So, Art is going to dance, make funny faces or just grin at you just to make you feel better

He will make you herbal tea with some painkilling drops

Please just don't cry anymore, he feels like he's unable to help

He suggest you taking that removed tooth back with you so he can make a necklace or a lucky charm for himself!

Art will welcome you with a warm soup when you come back home

If you bring him the tooth, his crazy little heart is beating with happiness, and his eyes have that significant sparkle in them

Carefully kisses your cheeks and caresses them

If you want to sleep for the rest of the day, that's fine, he will try to make you stay at home with him for the rest of the week, what if it's going to hurt again??

He enjoys this time with you when you're extra sensitive about something, it makes him feel somehow more important

Jason Voorhees

He just wants to hold you, would that make you feel better?

Jason is going to do anything he can just to ease your pain, at least a little

He doesn't really know how tho, he has no pills you could take

Later on, you decided to visit a dentist and get your tooth removed

Poor you.. What have they done to you..

Jason doesn't leave the cabin, even if you insist it's fine, no it isn't, he's staying with you

He knows and sees that you're better after few days, he's so glad

He kinda wonders how it felt when they removed your tooth, I mean he has never done that.. Did it hurt a lot? You're brave for that..

If it's nice and warm outside, he would like to take you out for a walk around the lake if you'd like

He would collect some flowers for you, and give you a masked kiss on your cheek

Lots.of.kisses.

Please tell him how they removed your tooth, what and how they did it, he wants to know

Jason hopes that no one will try to ruin your day together, he can go to kill mode within a second, but he even thought about letting them get away if they appeared all of sudden

He would, for you, he doesn't want to leave your side

When it got a little darker you were already walking back, Jason held you closely next to him

Fortunately, no one tresspassed and you had a great day, it really felt good to go out like this

[judgementdaysunshine]

Babbbbbbe i have a request. So I just found out I have to get my wisdom teeth take out but apparently they are severely impacted so I have to go through surgery! Keep in mind I’ve never had surgery. Never in my life. So I’m scared tbh. I just need a fluffy fic with any of my comfort characters(James potter, Sirius black, Remus lupin, will turner, or Steve Harrington) whoever you think fits it best. But I need reassuring vibes and then funny vibes after like drugily flirting with them and then they tell us we are already married! And que happy song or dance from us! Pretty please. Because I have no one to take me and I’m terrified tbh…

Hon....I will give you the sweetest fic anyone has ever read....they will need their teeth filled after

Dear we are married

Pairing: Will Turner x Fem reader

Description: After too many drinks making you have courage you confess your love to Will and he surprises you with something you forgot

Warnings: Minor swearing

You enjoyed being on land and occasionally having a good drink of water and ale in the tavern but also getting some time with your husband Will who you were sitting next to as you grew tipsy. Soon after losing count of how many drinks you had consumed you looked to will with a smile on your face as he laughed at Gibbs who was very drunk of his head falling out of a chair "God why do I feel like this every time I look at you?" he turns looking at you with his brow raised "Feel what?" you sigh taking another drink of ale hiccuping "I feel so safe, warm, in love, and mushy and I don't know what to say to you cause you won't feel the same" Elizabeth comes over as you talk laughing and shaking her head "Mr Turner is she saying what I believe she is saying?" Jack walks his way over watching you sway and hiccup in your chair putting his hat on you "Thanks jack". He looks at elizabeth and will then looking at you before putting his hat back on his head "Boy she is snoggered alright have fun lover boy" he walks away and sitting next to Gibbs drinking more rum as elizabeth walks away laughing as you give her a hug before she leaves going to the inn not far to sleep for the night "I feel the same my dear I always have" you smile big grabbing rum from behind the bar "Woo! Let's get married then might as well" he laughs loudly making you smile bigger as you sit down with the rum in between the two of you, helping you up as you head back to the ship going in his quarters as you tell him you should get married on the ship as he just laughs sweetly "Dear we are married have been for awhile now we got married on the beach" you look at him in shock "We are?!" he laughs even more as you lay down falling asleep with him next to you. You wake up feeling a bit rough from the ale going up deck shielding your eyes from the sun with one of will's hats as you go up where he was standing with elizabeth "Well look who's up" you wave at them as you get awake leaning your head on will's shoulders hearing gibbs laugh as he looks at you "What happened last night? Why do I feel like a big bag of shit? And where is my ring?" she giggles along with will chuckling as he turns to look at you "A lot of us got very wasted last night, you were very drunk, and your ring is on my neck so you wouldn't lose it you gave it to me before we went on land remember?" after you got more awake, putting your ring back on, and heard what he said you slowly start to remember everything that happened and two seconds later you looked at the two wide eyed "Oh my god how did I forget that and why was I that drunk?!" they both laugh as you hide your face in will's chest and jack comes up to hear what was going on "So our lass finally remembered the drunk stupor from last night eh" elizabeth nods while giggling and you flip jack off making will laugh more as he holds you.

[mooncaps]

"God doesn't make mistakes." I hear this said by gender purists all the time, as if it somehow settles the argument.

I'm back and forth on whether I believe in any kind of God myself, but for the sake of discussion, I'll accept the premise that God exists.

And if He does exist, then this is the same God who creates bodies that are born without the ability to walk. And when parents have a child like that, they don't say: "God doesn't make mistakes. Get up and walk, you little brat." They accept that their child needs different things than typical children need to get by in this life. They help their child. Sometimes they surgically intervene with the body that God created in order to give that child a more fulfilling life. And what they usually say is: "Everything happens for a reason."

And maybe they're just rationalizing a world with unexplained difficulties to themselves, but they try to find meaning in the struggle and compassion for the less fortunate. They fold it into their beliefs as God putting a spirit into a less capable body because He wanted that spirit to learn something of value that it wouldn't have been able to learn living any other life and because He wanted to teach the other people in that person's life some valuable lessons too.

I had several teeth pulled last year and had my appendix out a few months ago. Did God intend for me to die of an infection, an abscess tooth, or appendicitis? Or did God send my spirit to Earth at a time when human knowledge, and the mercy of Medicaid, had advanced far enough that it would be possible to catch those things and take action before they became deadly, so I could live on to do more with my life? Is it possible that He wanted me to learn from those experiences so I could go on to write this post, and hopefully many more long-winded ponderings about social issues?

People alter what God creates all the time. Failing organs are removed. Organ transplants occur. Conjoined twins are separated. Cleft palates are repaired. Deviated septums are corrected. Do we think of those things as human arrogance trying to correct what God created, or do we think that God in His wisdom put resources on this planet that would make it possible for humans to be able to help each other in those ways because He wanted to teach them something? It would seem to me that He gave us the resources to harm each other or to help each other, and the free will to choose which.

Are you seeing yet how this relates to the gender purists I mentioned at the top of this post?

When people seem to take the stance of "God doesn't make mistakes, so obviously He wouldn't put a male spirit in a female body" I instead think of it from the angle of "if God doesn't make mistakes, then WHY would He put a male spirit in a female body? Or the inverse? Or create spirits that defy binary gender categorization? Or create bodies that are intersex?"

Interestingly, when a person is born intersex, the gender purists are often eager to surgically intervene with what God created, before that person can even express an opinion on the matter, but when a trans person expresses a wish for agency to alter their own body, the gender purists say "God doesn't make mistakes." It's almost like they're more interested in rigidly enforcing their own concepts of a gender binary than in actually trying to understand and respect why God does what He does.

Maybe God created masculine spirits in feminine bodies, spirits that defy binary categorization, intersex bodies, and other such people because He wanted to teach those spirits something about that unique type of life that they couldn't learn any other way. Maybe He wanted those spirits to understand the value of discovering gender, defining it, navigating the socio-cultural significance of it, learning the flexibility of the human body, and being entrusted with responsibility as the steward of their own self.

I think trans people are beautiful, magical, and brave, so I like the idea of a God who is well pleased with His transgender children learning to love themselves. Maybe He wanted them to learn that kind of love. And maybe He wanted the other people in a trans or intersex person's life to learn to be more compassionate and accepting of differences. Maybe He made human bodies malleable and put resources on this planet that would make it possible to give new instructions to the human body on a cellular level because He wanted humans to be able to help each other in that way. Maybe everything happens for a reason.

I'm only theorizing, of course. I don't presume to know the will of God. I'm suspicious of anyone who claims they do know His will. I just try to look around at the world, listen to what people are saying about their lived experiences, and ponder the possibilities.

And again, this is accepting the premise that God even exists, because if this life is all there is then really none of this matters and there's no point at all in getting bent out of shape about what other people choose to do with their bodies. Assuming He does exist though, is it so impossible to imagine that gender flexibility could be part of His plan?

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Creation of Heaven and Earth - 8

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[The next day, in one of the Yumenosaki Academy classrooms.]

Keito: “In Christianity, it is said God created the world in seven days.”

Keito: “But in spite of biting into the fruit of wisdom, we still do not fully understand the world, even after over 2000 years.”

Keito: “However, that is precisely what makes history so interesting.”

Keito: “Now, let us sink our teeth into the fruit of wisdom that is our world, and consume it voraciously for nutrition today as well.”

Keito: “Devour! Heaven! And! Earth! Rumbling…!”

Koga: …… Got a screw loose again, shitty glasses?

Keito: Don’t talk about people like they’re crazy, Oogami. I’ll have you know I am perfectly sane, like always.

Souma: Hehe. The opening of each episode of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is oft accompanied by a grandiose preamble. Hasumi-dono has replicated this quite splendidly. ♪

Koga: Sigh… I guess I can’t say too much, since I don’t even know what the show is like.

Kuro: Haha, I’ve finally found a fellow idiot.

Souma: Though, do tell, Oogami-dono, what is your purpose in being here? We are currently, as you can see, in the midst of something, but…?

Koga: Looks like you’ve got a whole lotta free time and you’re just messin’ around but… Well s’nothin’ important, I just came here to thank Zakki for his help in the fields yesterday.

Koga: Here, use these. I remembered that ya like cookin’.

Souma: Oh? These vegetables, are you giving them to me?

Souma: Hehe, if you recall, the reason for this was because I had accidentally trampled upon your field, and assisted you to atone— Therefore there is no need to thank me, correct?

Koga: That’s great and all, but just take em. Harvest was so big it’s becomin’ a pain to get rid of it all.

Souma: Very well then, I graciously accept. Hehe, Oogami-dono is an unexpectedly conscientious person.

Keito: I know, right~?

Souma: Why are you acting so proud, Hasumi-dono?

Koga: Guh, he’s gone into senpai mode. If you’re thinkin’ somethin’ like “I raised Oogami so well”, I’m tellin’ ya right now that you’re dead wrong!

Koga: Well, whatever. There’s only so much I can do about that, but I guess I must’ve interrupted somethin’.

Keito: Now wait just a minute, this is probably some sort of coincidence, but since you’re here already, watch our show and give us your honest opinion.

Koga: Uhhh? This is supposed to be a show…?

Keito: Yes. I’ll refrain from going into detail, but we’re trying to see if it’s possible to recreate the educational show ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ on our own.

Keito: If we end up being able to do things on our own, then in an extreme case, we won’t need the help of the ‘Three Sages’ at all.

Keito: In fact, trying to get all ‘Three Sages’ to cooperate might actually land us in trouble.

Keito: If we can take on the roles that the ‘Three Sages’ have filled in the show up until now, then we can get ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ to work.

Keito: It won’t matter how sparsely we can fill out those roles, because then we can do something like accept Nobunaga-sensei’s conditions and work without the other two Sages.

Keito: If we’re able to fill in the gaps like that, there shouldn’t be an issue with getting ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ approved.

Koga: Oh yeah, I asked Zakki about that when we were chattin’ earlier.

Koga: Does this mean you’re only aimin’ to get one or two of those idiots on your side instead of all three now?

Keito: Yes. And then, we shall act as substitutes for the missing ‘pillars’ of the project, whose conditions we couldn’t fulfill, and therefore, would not cooperate.

Keito: It’ll be more work for us, but that much was inevitable. It’s still within a tolerable range.

Souma: Indeed. However the issue that first comes to my mind is whether we will be able to act as adequate substitutes for the ‘Three Sages’.

Keito: That’s why we’re conducting a test run. Firstly, we’ll see if it’s possible to create ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ without any help from the sages at all.

Koga: Okay fine, whatever, but why’re ya back at Yumenosaki doin’ all this?

Koga: Seein’ shitty glasses walkin’ around so naturally despite havin’ graduated, made me feel like I went back in time.

Keito: I wasn’t wearing a uniform, though. Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that time-travel is currently impossible with today’s technology.

Keito: That’s why we read books and study history.

Souma: By the by, we have properly obtained permission from the school.

Koga: Didn’t doubt that for a second. Shitty glasses is the kind of guy that loves his paperwork.

Keito: Fufu. Don’t flatter me too much, Oogami. It must be embarrassing, right?

Koga: …… Kiryu-senpai is probably havin’ a rough time with this.

Kuro: Thanks Oogami. I can’t win against him with words, and I can’t resort to brute force, so I’ve been real stressed out.

Keito: Quit making a fuss. The person most stressed out here is me. Just incorrigible.

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[caffiend-queen]

There’s No Saying Goodbye To Me Chapter Seven: The Smoke Entity

In which it’s clear that Steve and Bucky have not been completely honest with you. Not that you are surprised.

story masterlist:

A Dark!Steve, Dark!Bucky Avengers tale

Chapter One: “There’s no saying goodbye to me.”

Chapter Two: “I came back for YOU.”

Chapter Three: Where You Belong

Chapter Four: The White Room

Chapter Five: The Waterfall

Chapter Six: Swimming with the Sharks

I’d promised to post the next chapter of There’s No Saying Goodbye To Me this weekend, and I’m keeping my promises. Now that this chapter is finished, the rest of the story is easy. If there’s anyone who even remembers the story at this rate, thank you for your patience and i will make it up to you. Happy Halloween!

Up tomorrow: the next chapter of The Auction

You braced for a furious outburst from Steve as Bucky moored the boat and helped you off onto the deck. Your legs were weak and you wobbled like a newborn giraffe across the sand, listening to Bucky try to stifle his laughter behind you.

“I hate you so fucking much,” you hissed over your shoulder.

“I know, baby,” Bucky said fondly, and it was all you could to not stab him with one of those extra-spiky palm fronds. Steve was standing on the massive terrace, almost exactly at the spot he’d fucked you half senseless and upside down on your first night of freedom from the White Room. God, you hoped that wasn’t intended as some kind of twisted foreshadowing.

Steve did not respond to your clearly disheveled post-orgasm self in any way that you would expect. His searing gaze looked you over carefully before moving to Bucky. “Sweetheart, I know you’re shaken up-”

There was a barely smothered chuckle from Bucky, which turned into a grunt when your elbow met his abdomen. Steve ignored this. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get some rest? I’ll make some lunch and we can talk.”

Slowly brushing your hair dry and staring out the french doors in the master bedroom, you avoided the issue of Bucky and his mouth fastened on your center and thought instead about that terrible dream again.

You’d never been good at remembering your dreams and at one point even kept a notebook on your bedside table, certain you’d glean some wisdom or psychic insight if you could just remember what the hell you’d dreamt about. But this morning’s nightmare? You still remembered the dream in vivid, terrifying clarity. How it felt to be compelled back into that cave, the blue glow that seemed to sear your bones, like frostbite. How Bucky and Steve seemed to be enmeshed in that freaky as fuck cube.

 “A long way from where?” You murmured it to yourself, but of course, Steve’s unnaturally excellent hearing caught it.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” He ambled into the bedroom, his huge body making the room smaller, somehow, like he sucked up the light and the oxygen.

Forcing a smile, you shook your head. “Nothing interesting.”

Lunch was… odd. Not just odd because you were trapped on an island with these two nutjobs and you’d had carnal relations with both and enjoyed it. Not just odd because you didn’t trust them and still couldn’t understand what was happening here. Odd because the whole island decided to be odd, too. The little jungle covering much of Half Moon Key was utterly silent. So chirps or squeaks or howls from the creatures going about their day. No birds shrieking overhead. Even the sound of the waves seemed muted.

Then there was Steve and Bucky. While neither was a chatterbox - particularly Bucky - they were both silent, mechanically eating the fresh-caught crab and the mango salad, neither seeming to taste what they put in their mouths, just mechanically chewing.

So, it was pretty quiet when the rumbling started, first, like distant thunder, and as it grew closer, like the howling shriek of a freight train about to grind the unwary on its tracks into a pulp. The men were on their feet in seconds. “Stay here,” Steve’s teeth were clenched, “lock the door. Go into our bedroom and lock that door. Do not come out for any reason unless we come for you.” His grip was bruising, but when you searched his expression, you realized it wasn’t from anger. Steve was fucking terrified.

“I think it’s too late for that!” Bucky’s shout was high and strained with horror, and when you looked down at the beach, you knew why.

It looked like a storm cloud from a distance, swirls of pitch-black shot with unnatural streaks of green, looking diseased. Stabs of something dripped out onto the sand, seeming to propel it forward as it writhed and changed form over and over. The sand sizzled, turned to glass like it had been struck by lightning and then dissolved into nothing. The freight train sound was louder, hammering your eardrums. You couldn’t see a mouth, or eyes, but you knew that thing was coming for you all, and you knew it was going to tear you apart.

“What do we do?” you screamed over the roaring, “How do we stop it?”

Bucky threw something to Steve and strapped another like it over his chest. “Go inside!” They were off, leaping down the stone steps to the beach. The thing seemed to double in size, rising higher and higher, towering over them as it howled and the ground seemed to reverberate. 

A streak of fire shot out of the nozzle Bucky was holding and seared into the thing. It billowed inward but another sooty mass exploded from the other side, going after Steve, who lit up his flamethrower as well. They worked together, those two. Like they’d done this before. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out as the stench of burnt… something came toward you on the wind.

“So some part of it is solid,” you thought. The two of them jumped in and out of range, diverting the thing and driving it backward, away from the beach house. But fingers like soot and tar were inching sideways, too. You did not have a flamethrower. But the rapidly changing shape and movement of whatever this was could encircle Steve and Bucky and…

Racing back into the house, you grabbed a fistful of kitchen towels and headed for the bar. “Man, Steve is going to hate me for using the Glenlivet,” you cackled hysterically, wedging four bottles under your arms and finding a lighter. Scurrying back out onto the terrace, you barely bit back a scream. 

Steve and Bucky were back to back, setting every part of the smoking, shifting, writhing thing that they could reach on fire. But there was an… arm? Tendril? Tentacle? Oozing up the side of the terrace. It’s not like you had any experience with explosives, no anarchist bent that made making a Molotov cocktail a natural for you. But other than throwing plates left over from lunch, this was all you had. Stuffing a dish towel into the bottle of Glenlivet, your shaking hand had to click the lighter over and over, watching the goddamn thing spark and sputter.

“Come ON, you motherfucking lighter! Do your fucking job!” You screamed at the lighter. The tentacle, tendril, whatever the hell it was hesitated, then oozed faster and faster in your direction, eager and ripe with intent. The lighter finally caught, the dishtowel was on fire, and just as the flame edged into the bottle’s neck, you hurled it overhand at the thing. When it crashed against the sooty surface with a spray of glass, the result was very satisfying. 

The flame splashed across the greasy black arm reaching toward you and spread down, closer to the main body of the monster and making it recoil. The resulting roar from the thing cracked the rock terrace and nearly knocked you off your feet, but you had another flaming bottle ready to go. Your aim was much better this time, and Bucky and Steve moved in on the weakest part of the monster, punching holes through the soot and smoke and reaching the pulsating, decomposing surface underneath. The scent of rot and decay joined the nauseating mist and you gagged and heaved, still feverishly shoving the towels into the third and fourth bottles. The third bottle fell short, but the liquor must have splashed further because the flame still found another section of the thing, and the fourth sailed over your head like a perfect curveball in the ninth inning of a tie game with the bases loaded. Your improvised weapon hit the creature dead center and with Steve and Bucky hitting it from both directions, it just… collapsed in on itself, caving in with a nauseating plume of debris and the last, spasming agonies that shook the entire house.

Stumbling backward, you sat down heavily on a lounge chair. The flamethrowers were still busy, the men circling the ashy remains and incinerating anything that looked like movement. You heaved again, desperate to pull clean air into your lungs. Within moments, you felt hands patting you everywhere, looking for injuries.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you-”

“Doll, tell me if anything hurts, did it touch you? Are you-”

Clumsily pushing away from them both, you stumbled closer to the french doors, hands on your knees and desperately sucking in air. Steve approached you like you were a rabid badger, hands cautiously out, no sudden moves. “Shhh… take a deep breath, it’s okay. It’s dead.”

Batting away the hand that tried to touch you, you wheezed out, “Wh- wha…” You couldn’t take your eyes off the pile of soot and rot, soiling the white sand on the beach. “What the fuck is that?” Steve and Bucky looked at each other, and you wanted to crack their heads together. “What IS it? What did you bring here?” The truth hit you and so did the tears, rolling down your cheeks as you sank onto the cracked terrace. 

“You’re not from here.”

“Doll, just-”

“Fuck you!” Now, you had the strength to scream, “Fuck you, you fucking lying bastards! You’re not… Oh, fuck. You’re not from here, are you?” Sobbing, you looked between them. “You’re not. Who the fuck are you?”

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[straykats]

Hey!! Saw your post on the wisdom teeth situation: so I got all four taken out in one go (no gas no nothing I rawdogged it like white men on long haul flights), with no stitches. I had been biting on gauze after for 20 ish hours, but still saw blood. My dentist told me to moisten tea bag, English breakfast apparently works best, and bite down on that. Supposedly the tenon in the tea helps accelerate the clotting process, and this definitely helped me… BUT all this is to say, I didn’t get stitches because my extractions didn’t need them, so I’m not sure if that applies to your case.

I also was panicking cause i kept seeing blood on the gauze, or pink in my spit everytime i let it dribble out my mouth. But when i went in to see my dentist after the 20 hours, she pressed HARD on the extraction sites, and very little blood was on her gloves.

Congee's great! minimize the chewing for sure, just throe your head back and let the liquid trickle down.

Hope you heal well and this eases your anxiety a bit! Sending you much love

stop im tryjg not to laugh at the rawdogging bit bc it hurts to laugh oh my god DEEP BREATHS i am taking deep breaths

wait no nothing like not even local anaesthesia 😭😭😭

yeah i was worried about the bleeding but i literally stopped bleeding like. 2-3hrs after the surgery 🧍‍♂️i swapped the gauze out once, after 30mins, and after i discarded the second there was like. minimal oozing, almost nothing at all (i mean sometimes i could taste it when i drank water that day but i dont actually know if thats blood or me overthinking or just the taste of bottled water HAHA) (im really good at overthinking, as we have seen) but yeah thats why im kinda like hmmMMmmm what if no blood clot and thus dry socket 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️but again, not much i can do now HAHA

anyways ty for ur reply!!! even if i know im probably being overly anxious, it helps to hear from actual people 😭😭😭

[asena-graywolf]

Tooth Extraction

You had a new relationship with Kenji. It's only been two weeks since the two of you started dating

You were already close friends before you started dating.

You bought coffee at the corner coffee shop after school and then went to the nearby park. You drank your coffee and went for a walk.

Then you started getting closer. Kenji was the first to initiate the rapprochement. He slowly pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was between his shoulder and neck. You could smell it and it made you dizzy. It had a light and fresh fragrance.

You then started stroking each other's faces and kissing each other on the cheek. After kissing your nose, Kenji moved closer to your lips and whispered to you.

“Y/n…do you love me?”

Your heartbeat was accelerating, and you could hear his heartbeat quickening at the same time as yours.

You answered “yes”

You kissed him on the cheek again, but his lip ended at the corner of yours, and your lips interlocked at the speed of light.

Afterwards

"I love you too" he said to you

You were a little embarrassed kissing. Your saliva was mixing. Kenji's lips were soft. You could kiss for hours.

Your hand went to her hair and you stroked her head as she kissed you

This is how you first got close and started dating. It had started to rain as you two were returning home. Fortunately, Kenji had an umbrella with him. As soon as Kenji opened the umbrella, you were right under the umbrella.

He drove you home and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before saying goodbye to you.

This is how you started dating. Now you were setting the day for your first date. Kenji thought it would be better if you agreed on this together. You would definitely talk about it. You wanted to remind your boyfriend one more time before deciding on the day. you texted him

“Kenji. When can we meet? We were going to set a date for our date together, remember?"

“Oh! No, of course I didn't. But I forgot to tell you something"

"What?"

“I had my wisdom teeth extracted. I can't speak right now. The effect of the anesthesia has just worn off. It hurts so much. So it's okay if we delay it to next week?"

“Oh it can't be. Get well soon. Lower or upper teeth?

"Lower. I had a risky surgery. The area where the tooth was extracted covers the nerves that start from the ears and converge in the jaw. There was a chance that my nerves would break. If it broke, I probably wouldn't be able to feel my lip for a lifetime or at most for 1 year.

"Really? Unbelievable! But you said the anesthetic wore off. How is your situation now?”

"Thank god. I don't have any numbness in my lip. I just spat blood in the sink. My tooth still hurts. I'm going to take painkillers now. I can't even open my mouth, let alone speak."

"My dear. Will you get well soon? I already miss you so much"

"I miss you a lot too. As soon as you get better, I'll hug you tight on our first date"

“You can hug whatever you want. Now get some rest. Don’t wander around the house too much, your blood circulation will accelerate and your bleeding will increase.”

"You are right. I'm already in bed right now. I also keep ice so that my cheeks do not turn bruises.

“I'll tell you what. I can come and make you some soup tomorrow if you want. I guess there's no harm with play hooky for only one day. You’re worth it”

"You're not kidding, are you?"

“No, why would I joke? As your girlfriend, I want to take care of you Kenji"

“It would be nice if you came. If you come, I will have to communicate with you by writing in the notebook”

"No problem. Even if you can't talk, I understand you. See you tomorrow"

"See you later. I love you. Good night"

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Actually this based on my experience.

When i extracted my lower wisdom tooth,

i couldn’t talk for 3 days. I felt like myself i’m mute. It was too bad. :(

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Character opinion bingo! Ben, Sersi, that one guy from Ted Lasso (I think) with the same name as me that really confuses me when posts about him end up on my dash, and choose anyone else you want to answer for FREE SPACE!

Ben!!

He's my blorbo but he's also your blorbo so he's doubly my blorbo. Blorbo x2.

THE FANDOM IS SO MEAN TO HIM!!! god forbid he be upset about his girlfriend spelling him to forget about her making a mistake!!! No one understands him like we do honestly.

Sersi!!

MY BEST GIRL OF ALL TIME!!!!!

LITERALLY no one understands her like me. I'm not even joking about this one because I have suffered through more misinterpretations of her character than you know. I literally cannot read fics about her or any of the eternals because I am very particular about them and no one gets them right. It's awful to be the only one with correct opinions.

Also she wears green and that's my favourite colour and her costume is so beautiful and also everything she wears. They did so right by Gemma Chan in this movie istg.

I definitely project onto her. Nervous and cute and bad at making decisions. She is so me. I want to write so many fics about her.

Dani Rojas!!!

Your description of him made me laugh thanks you lmao

He's my special guy!!! He did not get enough time on the show it makes me so sad. Deserves better and more characterization. But I love him for what we have.

The projection thing is mainly because I wanted to write about him getting his wisdom teeth out using my own experiences with it lmao I was literally laying around post surgery wondering why everyone writes about the silly drugged up behaviour and not all the crying. Then I thought. Hey. I want more dani hurt/comfort.

Laura Wilson!!

LAURA WILSON ALSO BEST GIRL OF ALL TIME!!!!!

I can't even begin to talk about her and what she means to me. Protagonist of all time.

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

Long embarrassing vent/rant beneath the cut.

Hi, I have OCD (as we know). 

I also have a pretty intense phobia of something being wrong with my teeth. Not the dentist. Not dental work. Something being wrong with my teeth.

Two weeks ago ish I went to the dentist for my regular six month cleaning. They updated my x-rays, said everything looked great, got to cleaning. Yay. 

98% of the way through the cleaning, the hygienist said, “Mm, this spot is tricky” and told me my back molars are misaligned, which. Ok, panic number one cuz I had five years of work done to make my teeth straight and I wear my retainer religiously so what do you mean my molars are misaligned? And then he tells me they always have been. 

So I’m already like, “Uhhh what the hell?” because I never knew this and why wasn’t that fixed with my braces and oh my god have my teeth shifted, my top wisdom teeth never came in, maybe that’s what’s happening? But no that would have shown up on x-rays, and my nightguard/retainer is molded to the alignment of my teeth and it fits perfectly still, so there’s no way my teeth have moved--

And then the dentist comes in to check things out, and he kind of hones in on the same spot, right between my back molars. He asks for more x-rays of that spot. They did six x-rays total before something showed up. And with no preamble at all they said, “Ok we’ll just do a filling at it will be fine.”

And I started shaking. And crying. Because you’ll do what? I’ve never had that done before what does that mean what did you find on my x-rays? How did I fuck it up now? 

And they just... finish up the cleaning and tell me to go home.

As we’re walking out, I am like, “Wait you said... you said you have to do a filling, do you not?”

And the hygienist says, “Oh, no we do. But that will have to be on a different day, we don’t have the time today.”

He told me there’s the “faintest hint of shadow” between the two teeth and they want to do a filling before it gets worse. But to get to the spot between the teeth, they have to go through the top of the tooth. They’ll have to schedule an appointment, numb me, etc. etc. 

And I just... started crying and asked, “But... ok but what does that mean though? Like... what was on my x-rays?” 

And he looked very shocked and sympathetic and said, “Oh. You’ve never had this done before have you?”

And I just kept crying and shook my head.

And I just started panicking. I basically sobbed my way through scheduling, and the receptionist recommended that I do nitrous oxide at my appointment since I’ve “clearly got some dental anxiety”. 

I wait two weeks. I panic my way through each day, scared to eat or drink anything but water because I fucked up my teeth and I’m going to make them worse. I spent $200+ on dental care stuff/restocks (most of the things I already had but I bought more). 

So I’m crying and stumbling through an explanation that I don’t have dental anxiety, I am not worried at all about whatever they have to do to keep my teeth healthy, but in my head I’ve got a running mantra now of, “You fucking failure. You fucked up your teeth. It’s so fucking easy and somehow, after thirty years, you slipped up and fucked them up now and you’re a failure”. 

Then I remember that nitrous oxide doesn’t work on me. They tried to use it when they removed my bottom wisdom teeth because I was scared of the IV for the anesthesia to put me under for the procedure. They upped it until they couldn’t anymore, and I just kept getting more and more panicked until I passed out, still sobbing. And then I woke up, still sobbing.

So she tells me to contact them later to talk to someone about conscious sedation. 

So I schedule. I call. I discuss conscious sedation. It would cost 5x as much that way, but I can’t even make it through the phone call without a panic attack, so I pretty much have to. I reschedule it since I will be basically unable to do anything for 24 hours afterward. 

I sob my way to the appointment. I start shaking as soon as I sit down. Thankfully the drugs kicked in pretty quickly and I got very tired and calm. But the hygienist attendant who was monitoring my vitals asked why I needed the drugs/what I was nervous about, and I still cried even drugged out of my mind. 

They do the thing. I go home. I sleep it off. I wake up.

It feels wrong. It felt like someone slapped wall plaster over and between my teeth, let it leak out the sides, and left it there to dry. It’s rough and sharp and I can’t stop touching it with my tongue, and every time I tough it my brain goes, “You fucking failure” and I have an anxiety attack. 

By this point, I was so upset and embarrassed and anxious I basically just wept in the chair. Full body, heaving, ugly sobbing. The dentist was really nice. He kept asking how he could help me, and I just kept bawling that I’m crazy and I know I’m crazy but I can’t turn my brain off and every time I touch it and it feels wrong it sets off the mental loop again and I can’t do it anymore. 

It was done on a Friday. I had to wait until Monday to go in to have it smoothed/polished. They took off a lot. Apparently they left most of the bonding material just... on my tooth. Some material had gotten stuck to a spot of my tooth they hadn’t even worked on, and having that taken off helped. They also made it a lot lower on the top of the tooth. Just getting that off helped a lot, but it still didn’t feel right. I was still scared to eat or drink anything and it still felt wrong. 

So I went in again on Tuesday. They had the dentist come in this time to adjust it, and it was way better... but after I left I felt pressure between those teeth (probably from sanded off material shifting or something I don’t know) and had a full blown, hyperventilating panic attack. I went back to the office, they took my back again. 

They spent close to an hour polishing and smoothing it down. It wound up being 98% of the way to perfect, but there’s still one spot that’s sharp and bothersome and I can’t help but touch it constantly. And then the mental loop starts up again.

I’m going back in again today to have it hopefully polished again, and I am so desperately hopeful that once that last pointy spot is taken care of maybe my brain will relax for a few minutes and let me rest. 

I haven’t been able to sleep without a sleep aid in close to a week. I have 2-5 anxiety attacks and usually 1 panic attack every day. I’m still scared to eat or drink anything. I can’t eat or drink anything but water unless I have xylitol gum, floss, and a toothbrush with me so I can immediately go clean my teeth. But I also know that brushing your teeth too often is bad for them, so I’ve been limiting how much I eat and when so that I don’t overbrush. 

And at this point I’m so embarrassed and ashamed and upset for being so needy about it all that I never want to go to the dentist again, which would of course make things worse in the long run, which also makes me anxious. 

Even just typing this out, I’m like “Great. Now everyone is going to know I’m a failure who fucked up my teeth.” Which makes no sense. I know (logically) that it’s damn near biologically impossible to make it through life without thinning enamel or the occasional cavity. I know that there are genetic factors, hormone changes, aging, and many other influences beyond our control that can affect our teeth. And I don’t judge anyone for their teeth ever. Because I know all of this. 

I’m so tired. I’m so sad. I’m so angry at myself. My head hurts. My jaw hurts. My tongue hurts. 

This is a totally normal, standard procedure to help keep teeth healthy in a mostly preventative way, and the fact that I made it almost 31 years without having a single one is nothing short of a miracle. 

But my brain is hardwired for illogical thinking patterns and compulsions, and I can’t stop. 

And I’m sitting here anxious and hungry and upset because my appointment isn’t for another hour and fifteen minutes and I don’t want to have to brush my teeth twice before noon because then I will be anxious about brushing them after I eat lunch since I already “overbrushed” this morning. 

And my new fear is that I’m asking them to polish this thing down so much that they’ve started drilling at my actual tooth (since the filling itself is so, so small) and I’m actually causing more damage by trying to be comfortable.

It’s like I just can’t win. And I feel completely insane.