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crippledpunks · 7 months

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shoutout to disabled people who are too sick to take care of their teeth. here's to you if you have to get frequent fillings, root canals, teeth extracted, implants, or dentures because taking care of your teeth is to difficult or impossible with your disabilities. here's to you if you forget to brush, can't afford tooth brushes, toothpaste, mouth wash, etc., if you are or have been homeless and struggled to access dental care, if you're too poor or don't have insurance to see the dentist, if you dissociate, if you are psychotic and don't trust dentists, if your chronic fatigue prevents you from daily maintenance, or whatever it is that holds you back, shoutout to you.

dental care is a nightmare to keep up with given the amount of sugars, acids and harmful additives that are put into just about everything in our modern diet. many of the sugars and acids alone damage our teeth in substantial ways that are difficult to keep up with even if you are abled, let alone the cost, time and transportation it takes to get access to dentistry. if you have to get teeth extracted or replaced, you are not failing. that is also part of your care. you are still doing your best.

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portcakess · 6 months

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Sweet Tooth Dottore . ⋆ੈ✩‧₊˚ೃ༄

HC: I'd like to imagine that the feared Second harbinger, Dottore, has a HUGE sweet tooth with no consequences

a/n: this is my first story and headcanon here! please IM TRYING MY BEST

Like what the Raiden Shogun said, "Cavities are no big deal — you can just replace your teeth." Which is the case for Dottore.

He's one of the smartest, most knowledgeable, beings in Teyvat and has conducted countless experiments on others and himself. Surely the Doctor definitely has modified parts of his body. He doesn't replace his organic parts with pure metal covered in synthetic, close to life, skin. That's what his segments are for. Instead what he did is create some sort of serum or potion that allows his teeth to grow back. Perhaps he being the genius he is extracted that ability from a shark, modified it to be able to work on his own body.

You are quite fond of his natural sharp teeth, you think its endearing, sometimes out of pure impulse and much to his irritation, you like to cup his cheeks then spread them open with your thumbs to shape his lips to a smile (more like a grimace from his unwillingness to be part of your shenanigans), in the middle of kissing then proceeding to open his jaw to examine his sharp teeth. No matter how much you see them, you couldn't get enough. He doesn't have it in him to stop you, he's quite fond of that focused and fascinated expression you have plastered on your face when you're interested in something, much more when he's that subject.

What horrifies you is when he would out of nowhere yank out a tooth from his mouth. You two could be hanging out in his lab, he could be in the middle of an experiment, mid conversation, and he wouldn't hesitate or even tell you moments before he yanks out a tooth, insisting that he felt a small ache, immediately recognized it was a cavity and needed to purge the distraction. All while some blood dribbles out of his mouth. Don't worry! It grows back in 10 minutes!

Teeth aside, now onto the cause of his concerning habits.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to worry about any health issues asides from mild cavities that don't even get the chance to develop much. He's immune to every disease and every possible health related problem.

Unfortunately for you, you were still pure 100% human and can be prone to any disease out there. Being the normal human being you are in contrary to your lover, you can't help but also feel horrified when you see Dottore put at least 12 tablespoons of sugar in his drink of choice. 10 teaspoons on a good day. He doesnt sleep often, unless you somehow miraculously convince him to sleep with you that night. He needs all the sugar on top of SOME coffee to keep his mind functioning sufficiently for his experiments and research.

"Would you like some coffee with your sugar?"

Recall that one time, he received a not so satisfactory report from one of his segments due to some unfortunate circumstances in their mission. His expression one moment clouded over with irritation and mild rage, then the next moment much calmer when you, who had been sitting on the office desk with your back faced to the segment during his meeting, had fed him a spoonful of the parfait you had happened to be eating.

From that day onward, the segments make sure to inform you before their creator if their mission went badly just so you could prepare some desserts for your boyfriend so that he doesn't end up possibly wiping out any of the segments you're quite fond of upon hearing the news.

Bonus++

If he cooks for you, which is already a rare occasion on its own. He makes two separate batches for the each of you. One of his batches would follow the normal, healthy amount of sweet that he followed from what he knows or from a recipe, then the other...would be for him, certainly much much sweeter than yours. You dont mind it too much, him constantly eating sweets makes his lips taste like candy!

#dottore #zandik #genshin #hc #first #i hope ill do okay #my first time #genshin x reader #sweet tooth #he's just a sharky boy #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #fatui #harbingers #dottore being soft #soft dottore

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horreurscopes · 7 months

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two facts about my teeth:

i am almost 30 years old and my wisdom teeth have never come in (one isn't there, one is underdeveloped, one is impacted but dormant, one seems to be perfectly in place)

about three years ago i had to get one of my third molars extracted (no money for root canal)

and. i think. i'm almost certian the perfect wisdom tooth (and only that one) is coming in through my long-healed gum (there's no discomfort) (yet) (but i can feel the progression with my tongue)

i think i am. i might be. growing a tooth replacement. at the age of 29. i'm teething. like a shark

????????????????????

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tcwmatchmakingau · 9 months

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The Sixth Language (Epilogue)

Pairing: Waxer x Fem!Reader (no-longer-single parent)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings and tags: tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

Catch up here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Many, many Bendudays later…

The sun has not yet risen when Waxer wakes up. He lies quietly in bed for a moment, watching your face in the dim light. The urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless is almost overwhelming, but you’ve been exhausted for the past few weeks, and he would rather cut off his own arm than awaken you when you’re finally getting a decent night’s sleep. So he simply lies still and admires your soft loveliness as you sleep, until he can no longer delay the inevitable.

He slips out of bed and moves soundlessly through the flat, pulling on his officer’s uniform in stages as he goes through his morning routine. Now that the GAR’s duties have shifted to peacekeeping, search and rescue, and disaster relief efforts, he rarely needs to wear his armor, except on the rare occasions when the 212th is deployed in the field. He makes a cup of caf, and as he drinks it, he reloads the machine with freshly ground beans so all you have to do is push the button when you wake up hours later. He takes a quick moment to cut a small heart out of a sheet of flimsi and tape it to your mug before he sets it in the machine.

When he passes into the living room, he notices that the fresh flowers on the dining table have faded, so he makes a mental note to stop by the market and pick up replacements on his way home: Zeillas, your favorite. He sits down heavily on the sofa and lets out a long sigh. Kriff, he is tired. He’s been working Benduday shifts for the past eight weeks, and he desperately misses days off with you and Kaia. He knows his schedule is taking a toll on you, too, though you never say a word. He can see it in the dark circles under your eyes when you smile at him at the end of a long workday. Only another four weeks, though, and the work schedule will rotate again, and he’ll finally regain those precious weekends with his girls.

As he reaches for his boots, he hears a tiny noise, and he is instantly on alert, eyes trained on the darkened hallway. Sure enough, he soon spots a bogey. Kaia stumbles into the living room, rubbing her eyes against the dim light.

“Waxer?” she asks, her voice small and sleepy.

“Hey, peanut,” he says quietly. “What are you doing awake so early?”

“I can’t find Mimi,” she whimpers.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes as he stands and crosses the room to her. “I know right where Mimi is.”

She holds her arms up to him silently, and he scoops her up, carrying her easily in one arm as he walks to the laundry. He digs through the sonic washer-dryer until he locates the fluffy pink blanket that has been Kaia’s companion nearly her entire life.

“Here you go,” he says.

She snuggles her face into it happily, then holds it up to him, and in the creepiest kriffing whisper he’s ever heard, she says, “Smell it.”

He stifles a laugh, not wanting to offend her or disturb your sleep, and he obediently sniffs the blanket.

“It smells very clean,” he says gravely—and so it should; he’d conducted a stealth extraction mission the night before to retrieve and wash Mimi, since Kaia flatly refuses to part with it for any reason when she is at home. You drew the line at allowing Kaia to take Mimi with her to preschool, and when she protested, you pointed out that Mimi might get lost, which was enough to scare Kaia away from ever bringing up the subject again.

“You can take Mimi with you to work if you want,” Kaia offers.

Waxer’s chest tightens, and he has to pause for a moment before he answers. “That’s very generous, sweetheart, but I wouldn’t want to risk getting Mimi dirty. I think it would be better if you keep it at home with you today.”

“Okay, good,” she says, clearly relieved. “I didn’t really want you to take it.”

Waxer can’t suppress his laugh this time, and Kaia joins in, not really knowing what the joke is, but happy to be included. Suddenly, he makes a decision.

“You know what? I think I might be getting sick.” He lets out a delicate, silly cough that makes her laugh even harder. “Yes, definitely too sick to go to work today. I wouldn’t want to risk infecting anyone else. Uncle Kix would be so mad at me if I gave somebody a cold.”

“That’s true,” she giggles, “and besides, it’s raining.”

“So it is,” he agrees. “Way too dangerous to go out in the rain when I have such a terrible cough. How would you feel about a cup of hot cocoa while I comm my CO?”

She nods enthusiastically, her eyes shining, and he sets her down on the sofa while he pulls out her favorite sparkly purple mug and mixes up a quick batch of cocoa, then sends the galaxy’s least convincing sick message to Captain Gregor. When he rejoins her in the living room, she’s cocooned herself in Mimi. She’s getting so big now that the blanket is barely big enough to cover her, but she curls up into a ball and tucks the edges beneath her so the only part of her that’s exposed is her head. He hands her the mug of cocoa, and she eyes him with a speculative gleam.

“Do you think you’re too sick to make banana flatcakes for breakfast?” she asks, giving him adorably exaggerated tooka eyes.

“I think I could manage it,” he says solemnly, “if I have help from the best sous chef on Coruscant.”

She flings herself onto him with a delighted squeal, and sure enough, she digs her evil little fingers into his ticklish ribs, just like she does every time, and just like every time, he writhes away, flailing comically to escape her torture.

“Shhh, Dad, you’re going to wake up Mommy!” she giggles, and Waxer freezes, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

“What’d you call me, peanut?” he asks, not sure he heard what she had actually said, or whether his ears had tricked him.

Kaia’s eyes grow enormous. “Dad. Is—is it okay?”

Waxer swallows. “I think you should talk to your mommy about it first.”

“I did,” she says. “She said it was all right, if you wanted me to.”

He nods, unable to form words. Kaia, strategic mastermind that she is, seizes the opportunity to resume her tickle attack, and soon Waxer is doubled up on the floor, wheezing desperately as he tries to stifle his laughter.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the smell of flatcakes and bacon. You stretch luxuriously and smile. Benduday flatcakes are your little family’s favorite tradition. You pause mid-stretch as you realize that Waxer should be gone by now. Did Nyra and Wooley stop by? Surely, Kaia would have awakened you. Better go find out what the little monster is up to, you decide with a sigh.

You round the corner into the kitchen and find a scene of devastation. Flatcake batter has spilled across the counter and dripped down to the floor, and there’s a haze of smoke that says the bacon went a little too long, and in the midst of all this chaos, Waxer stands in front of the stove, wearing an apron that is way too short, wielding a spatula, and carrying Kaia on his shoulders as she orders him around like a tiny general in a chef’s hat.

“What’s going on?” you ask in confusion.

“Dad’s too sick to go to work,” Kaia announces.

Your heart squeezes. “Is that so? Dad?”

Waxer gives you that brilliant smile that always makes you feel like you’re staring into the rising sun, and damn, it feels like home.

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #212th Attack Battalion #x reader #lieutenant waxer #clone trooper waxer #waxer x you #waxer x reader

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ngoringore · 5 months

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After the incident, Maxwell returned to have his tooth extracted. And just to be told he'd be better off replacing his entire jaw with shiny, gold teeth. Ricidious idea, because no one did such a thing back then

But Maxwell found that appealing.

(reposted to add another version where Wilson grows his magnificent beard)

#never coming to this barbershop ever again #non-accurate to real-time? i have little idea of how barber-surgeon supposed to look like #dst #wilson percival higgsbury #wilson dst #wilson higgsbury #dst wilson #wilson p. higgsbury #maxwell dst #dst maxwell #maxwell carter #don't starve together #don´t starve

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nature-is-punk · 2 months

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Yarrow and its Uses

Disclaimer: The below is the culmination of tedious, scrupulous research meant to assist with magical and medicinal practices. However, we lack a variety of lab-conducted herbalism trials in humans, so precautions are necessary. None of the below represents medical advice or is meant to replace treatment by a medical professional.

Identification and Profile:

Appearance: White, yellow, or pink flowers bloom from March to October. Very strong sweet smell. Often mistaken for hemlock or queen anne’s lace; leaves and flower shape are the most reliable identifiers for telling these three apart.

Distribution & Habitats: Native to temperate regions of the Northern Hemisphere. Thrives in meadows, roadside ditches, grasslands, and open forests. Attracts predatory wasps, ladybugs, and other beneficial insects. Reduces parasites in the nests of birds such as the common starling, who line their nests with it.

Associations: Yarrow was found in a neanderthal burial site in Iraq, suggesting its use by humans for more than 60,000 years. While yarrow has impressively consistent medicinal usage across cultures - namely healing and inflammatory pain relief - cultural and spiritual connotations vary. Yarrow’s botanical name refers to the legend that the centaur Chiron taught Achilles to use yarrow on the battlegrounds of Troy to heal wounds. Across the British Isles, yarrow was used to assist women in finding husbands, from divination to sleeping with the flowers under ones’ pillow. In Europe, it was known as a witch’s herb, occasionally called the Devil’s Nettle.

Uses: Topical: Effective antibacterial, astringent, antifungal, and antiseptic agent and can be applied to wounds to deter infection, speed up healing, and soothe inflamed or irritated skin. Ethanol extracted essential oil is the most lab-studied form of topical application, though dried flowers can be powdered, applied as whole dried flowers, or made into poultices and salves to wounds to stop bleeding. Oral: Flavonoids of yarrow make it a powerful antispasmodic and decent anti-inflammatory, most often used for gastrointestinal disorders. Yarrow can also induce sweat to break a dry fever. Essential oil of yarrow heals stomach ulcers. Navajo people chewed the leaves to reduce tooth and gum aches or inflammation in the mouth. Mild laxative properties. Mild sedative when consumed as tea. Tea also can be consumed to reduce headaches and cold symptoms, and sterols in yarrow can regulate menstrual cycles. Inhalation: Boiling the plant and inhaling the steam can reduce headaches and sinus inflammation. Dosage: Oral dosage is 2-4g of dried herb, flower and leaf, or 3g of whole flowers. Consecutive use is not recommended for longer than 2 weeks.

Interactions & Side Effects: - Adding nettle to yarrow consumed orally can reduce oxalate burden on kidneys. - Possibly an abortificant by relaxing the uterus, and may reduce breast milk supply while breastfeeding. - Increases production of stomach acid, lowers blood pressure, and increases risk of bleeding for those on blood-thinning medications. - Also interacts poorly with lithium based medications by increasing the body’s lithium retention.

#witch #pagan #herbalism #witchblr #witch community #witchcore #herbal

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