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graysbullshit · 5 months

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Translating this thread on twitter because I feel like a lot of people need to read it.

It's pretty long though...

"Warning: contructive opnion/criticism about the qsmp!!!!

note: nothing here is hate to the ccs/adms, please dont bother me

The english in the qsmp is dull.

I have been noticing this for a while and, talking to my non-english speaker friends (unlike myself), some have already distanced themselves from the server content because of this.

the idea of the qsmp is a global server, but this shouldn't be based soly in their nationality, but also the languages spoken in the server. And recently all we've seen is english being spoken 24/7, and of course this comes from the ease of comunicstion and speed, but we have a PERFECTLY good translator for that.

what frustated me more recently in purgatory was that, despite brigging AMAZING dynamics between the players, it reduced completely the spoken languages to english again. Because of the mini-events and distance that the creators are from each other, making the tool of amazing and automatic translation useless since it doesnt translate from a distance. And don't get me wrong, even quackity himself said he noticed he was doing more lives in english because of the "nature of the event".

When the owner of the server says this you see the problem.

anyway, second point, empanada

bagi is the pov I watch the most after my main (cellbit and morning crew) and, my god, how i LOVE this pov for being a brazillian that, for hanging out by herself, usually can speak portuguese. It's a relief. A breath of fresh air in the middle of english in weight [idk if this is a expression in english, but it means 'a lot'] from every direction

only for her to get an egg that doesn't speaks her language.

don't get me wrong, em is lovely and i'm VERY happy that niki will be able to speak german with her daughter. But at the same time, the language she does lives in is english. Just like all the other mothers.

Would it really be that hard to find an adm from a country that speaks portuguese? it doesn't even have to be brazillian. Portugal, Angola, Guiné-Bissau, Cabo Verde, Moçambique, even Macau.

I GUARANTEE you that there is a lot of people that speak portuguese that would join the QSMP team with a huge smile.

It's just dull to have a participant that came to represent the brazillian language and culture and speak portuguese 100% of the time in live because her daughter doesn't understand her language [I feel like this also goes for Ironmouse].

And I'm not saying necessarily for the creators, but for the people watching.

I started watching qsmp because of the brazillian streamers that I like, obviously, but also because I LOVE the server's idea, the cultural exchange and the linguistic trade.

The language is the main aspect of any culture and the linguistic erasure >CURRENTLY< in the qsmp makes me sad.

I was watching the old vods and it's weird to notice that — at least the brazillians— used to speak more portuguese when the translator was worse than now that it works perfectly.

It's just a bit disappointing to see a project that was made to break linguistic barriers end up keeping them through the sovereignty of the english language.

(after that, I have NO issues with the cultural aspect. The cultural exchange is made with mastery.)"

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#qsmp #qsmp rant #qsmp analysis #qsmp criticism #contructive criticism #to be precise #qsmp bagi #qsmp empanada #i agree with most of it tbh #i would argue that empanada should have more than one adm #because not only does bagi does her content in portuguese but ironmouse entered for her content in spanish right?#hell #give her four adms #a japanese speaker; a korean speaker; a german speaker and a portuguese speaker #long post

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solaneceae · 5 months

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grief

a team bolas oneshot (read on ao3) written before green team was split between red and blue, so in this they all died. angst with a side of family comfort. tw: blood and gore, temporary character death, self-inflicted burns

Pac wakes with a deep ache inside his chest and at the back of his mind — like a fresh, open wound that’s still bleeding. He reaches out, for the comforting hum of his soulmate’s sleeping mind on the other side, and finds nothing.

He doesn’t understand. But he also does. He’s surprised he’s not immediately breaking down screaming, but maybe he’s been broken for a long time and just didn’t notice until now.

He finds Pierre and Bad, busying themselves at the anvils. And he asks.

(Nothing, he has nothing, Richas missing, Cellbit insane and on the hunt for him, Forever dead, Mike dead, Bagi dead, Felps still MIA.

Fit.

Fit’s gone. Fit has died hating him.)

“I see,” he says, numb and empty.

And he draws out his sword.

When Red Team wakes the next morning, some of them are still holding onto hope. Hope that it was all a lie, hope that Green would merely be dissolved, its members assigned to the two remaining teams.

Hope is a cruel, fickle thing. And it dwindles fast in the minds of team Bolas as the hours start to trickle by, with no sign of any green-tinted name popping up on the global chat. Even faster when Carré comes back from recon, reporting the disappearance of Green’s spawn barrier as well as their mission NPCs.

The silence within their cave is deafening, only broken by the sound of a hammer hitting red-hot metal over the anvil. Some of them just check their comms obsessively, fraying minds tethering between denial and a complete breakdown.

Cellbit hasn’t moved an inch since he woke up, sitting up at the center of their shared nest with absolutely nothing in his icy, blue slitted eyes as they stare at his commlink. At the last messages he’d sent to Roier, still unanswered. (His husband is gone. His sister is gone. His best friend, his President is gone. He has nothing left, and his tongue tastes like unspilled blood.)

Phil is looming over a crafting table, mindlessly placing and removing materials with no rhyme or reason. (Étoiles is gone, his best friend and brother in arms, his devil-may-care attitude, his humor, his fearless smile. Fit’s gone, his shameless flirting and unwavering determination. Forever. Forever. Kristin is eerily silent.)

Jaiden sits in a faraway corner, sharpening her sword until the edge can slice the very empty space between atoms. (Roier taught her. He taught her so much. She would make him proud.)

Charlie is off near the ovens, baking bread after bread after bread in a compulsive act of self-soothing that doesn’t quite work. (He thinks of his bitch wife, and hopes he’ll be smart enough to stay asleep today.)

Baghera’s shaking, huddled close to her fellow avian and mentor as she watches him work without really processing it, the crow’s hand occasionally tapper on her arm to keep her from ripping her feathers off. (She thinks of her brother. Her stubborn, annoying baby brother and his cursed bleeding heart. His hair had been cut so short, she’d been wanting to take a moment to even it, maybe style it a little even. She thinks of Pierre, and feels hatred. She thinks of Badboy, and feels betrayal.)

Foolish straightens up, rolls his shoulder as he admires his handiwork. (He thinks of his adopted son, and remembers why Bad always told him not to get attached to mortals. But Foolish never listens, and never will, despite how much it hurts every single time.) “It’s ready,” he drones out, catching the attention of everyone present. Phil turns to him, expression set in stone and unreadable. “Let me see.”

Team Bolas congregates around their leader, slightly bowed in something like reverence as he walks past them towards the shark-totem. Foolish grins, mirthless and cold, as he hands him a metal stick. The head of it is adorned with a strange shape, still reddish from heat. “Good job,” the Angel of Death nods, eyes and hands stained black as a few stray plants and roots wither away under his feet. His flock shivers like a single entity, all of them fastening their masks over weary, tear-streaked faces. Foolish whistles, spinning the branding iron like a majorette would their stick. “Thanks, Crowfather sir! Wanna do the honours?” Foolish chirps.

Philza Minecraft nods, silently letting his robe fall off his shoulders, exposing his naked back. “Let’s do it quick,” he says, looking over each of his fledgelings, who bow their heads in unwavering loyalty. “Today, we don’t let them rest. Not for a second. Doesn’t matter how many times they kill us, we swarm them, again and again. We, teach them pain.” He feels the heat of the furnace on his back as he sits before it, Foolish humming a cheery tune as he pokes at the blazing inferno inside. “Baghera, how many chainsaws did you make?”

The duck tilts her head. He can see her red-tinted eyes through the mask, and they crinkle in vindictive joy. “More than enough,” she coos, and Jaiden bumps her mask against hers, hello, clean, flock, hello. Phil croons out a yesyes. “Good. Very good.” He beckons her over, runs his claws through her hair-feathers lovingly. “You’ve become stronger. I’m proud of you. All of you.”

“Thanks Dad,” the duck hybrid whispers, preening under the praise. “Get ready,” Foolish warns. Phil doesn’t wince, doesn’t brace himself. Doesn’t care. “Jaiden,” he says, and the conure chirps in acknowledgment. “Taunt them. Trick them. Use every dirty tactic you can think of, I don’t care, this is no longer a fight. It’s retribution. Carré,” he turns to the warrior in the cat onesie, “I trust you. Put the fear of you in their hearts.” Carré gives a salute, sword gleaming in the dim light of their den. “Charlie, Foolish, literally go apeshit. Now’s the time.” Foolish laughs, eager, and Charlie’s codified parts glitch in anticipation. “Cellbit.” and the detective perks up. Phil flashes him a cruel smile. “Do what you do best,” he declares, and the Brazilian looks like Christmas came early.

Then red-hot iron slams against the skin of his back, and Phil lets out a gasp as his flesh starts to sizzle and burn. His talons dig deep into his own thighs in an attempt to distract himself from the pain, and the air smells like cooking meat. Cellbit starts howling first, the last of his sanity breaking when the smell hits his nostrils even through the mask, pupils dilating — like a shark smelling blood. The rest of them soon join in, screeching and laughing, too loud, too high-pitched and broken. Then Foolish removes the iron, and Philza almost falls over under the mixture of pain and relief. The rest of the flock rush over to support him, glancing at the result of Foolish’s hard work with barely disguised awe.

Angry red lines, bloody and bubbling, form the simplified shape of a gas mask right between the mangled remains of his ebony wings. A symbol of loyalty, devotion, belonging. (Pack, flock, family, murder.) “How’s it look?” the crow wheezing out, somehow still mustering the strength to make a joke out of his own agony. Jaiden flashes him a thumbs up. “Nice.”

“I want to go next,” Baghera pipes up, wings twitching with anticipation. Foolish nods, letting the others help Philza wobble away to let him recover for a minute. “Alright. Get over here then, sister.”

(There is no coming back after this, they all know that. Those marks would be here to stay, because self-inflicted scars don’t get erased by respawn, as some of them had found out over time. They all count on it.)

***

The trip is like a blur, partly because of the pain making their vision go hazy and, partly because the sky is red red red and it makes their minds fuzzy and time all wibbly-wobbly.

Charlie remembers hot desert sun hitting his shoulders and colouring them an angry red, Carré taking off his hood to breathe properly. He remembers Foolish carrying them through a freezing river, ice-cold water a temporary balm against the fresh burns in the center of his chest. (He doesn’t regret it. The pain is worth it. And the code infection is so cold, cold cold, the blazing heat radiating from the brand mark is almost soothing in comparison.) He remembers Baghera, limping the whole way, yet refusing any help. Pushing herself further than she ever has to keep up with them. Refusing to be a burden, refusing to drag them down. “I’m fine,” she would say, brushing her feathers over the mark on her right hip. “I’m fine.”

The sky is red, everything is. The blood-fog rolls in, or maybe it’s the toxic gas disaster. They can’t tell, with the masks that keep them breathing and tinted lenses painting the landscape crimson. They press on, helping each other whenever one falls, because their armors might be shit still despite yesterday’s grind, and they might have nothing. But they have each other.

When they finally find Blue, it doesn’t quite feel like catharsis. Not yet. All seven of them loom over their location - Pierre, Bad, Tubbo. (A shame. A shame he was here. He’d tried, they all knew that. But it hadn’t been enough.) They can’t see Pac anywhere, but given the few death messages that popped into global chat earlier, Phil can take a guess at what happened. (Note to self: extend an invitation to the Brazilian later.) No words are exchanged (quiet, quiet, don’t get spotted), only quick glances and flexing talons and flashes of teeth hidden beneath rubber masks. The sun hits their backs (it hurts, for Phil and Cellbit, who has chosen to place his own brand in the small of his back. He’s forsaken armor for this, he wants to feel every slash and tear, he wants to feel something, anything), their shadow-cast silhouettes stark against the red skies.

(They are pack, scavengers. They are eager to sink their teeth into writhing flesh and sharpen their claws on picked-clean bones.)

Philza raises an arm when Bad spots them, immediately barking out orders at Pierre and Tubbo, who doesn’t look like much of a leader at the moment. (What a shame. He deserved better.) The flock tenses, talons and claws digging into loose dirt, eerie growling and giggling and Charlie’s eager ‘how about now? can we go, please, dad?’

The Angel of Death looks down as his children. He lets his arm fall, and six shadows take off and rush downhill in a cacophony of barks and howls and cackling, hyena-like laughter.

Cellbit can see nothing at all, blinded by burning demon blood in his eyes, in his mouth, in his hair and beard. His knife digs into something soft and warm, someone screams, doesn’t know who. Something trips him and his head hits the ground, stunning him, and a sword stabs him in the shoulder and he laughs, ripping it out to roll away, uncaring of the copious amount of blood he’s losing. He hears the revving of an engine nearby, and wipes the blue liquid out of his eyes just in time to see Baghera slice at Pierre with her chainsaw, severing bone and tendons from his left shoulder to his right hip. Blood and viscera fall out of the gaping wound as he chokes, impossibly blue eyes widening, and then his body falls and the chime of death-respawn rings out over the battlefield. One.

“First kill!” Carré woops, blocking strike after strike from a hissing Bad. “My turn now,” he grins, feral and they all know he’s the only human here how could a human feel so much like them, and his legs do a thing none of them can comprehend but he’s behind the demon now, thrusting his blade forward and into a groove in the fiend’s diamond armor. Chime. Bad falls, dead before his body hits the ground. Two. The Argentinian Beast swipes to the side, ridding his blade of sickly blue liquid. His sleeve creeps back up his arm, revealing the bottom of their symbol. “Mejórate, noob.”

“Oh SHIT!” Jaiden cackles, busy carving out the inside of Tubbo’s ribcage like a halloween pumpkin. “Carré’s out for blood, we love to see it.”

“Where’s Pac?” Cellbit grumbles, teeth around someone’s liver. Foolish rushed back from respawn, waving at them cheerfully, and bodies an incoming Pierre to the ground to bash his head against a rock until his skull gives and splits in half like a watermelon. “Uuuuh, dunno! Why, wanna eat his other leg?”

“Maybe.”

“Be nice,” Baghera pouts, beak splattered in red as she discards her broken saw, only to summon a fresh one from her inventory. She looks down at it with motherly fondness. “He did kill Bad earlier. And he lost Mike, and my brother. I say we leave him be.”

“Mmmh. Careful, here comes BitchBoy.”

“Oh, hello,” the duck chirps, evading a strike from Bad’s scythe. “Did you miss me, Bébou?” she giggles, thrusting her saw forward and cutting through the demon’s armor like it’s butter. Bad lets out a frustrated what the FUDGE before the blades pierce through the enchantments and through his belly. Chime. “I don’t know if I missed you,” she hums, throws her machine away, summons a new one. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jaiden howls at her, Foolish barks, and all of them devolve into throat-tearing screams as their clothes soak up all the red, red above, red below, red, red. Philza climbs up a tower and swoops in, deadly precise, skewers another Tubbo that just showed up. “You should really give it a rest, mate,” he hums without an ounce of aggressivity, sitting on the lad’s chest as he wheezes out his last breath. “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

“Can’t—” the goat hybrid chokes, bloody foam bubbling out of his mouth as his lungs fill up with fluid. “I’m. Tina. Nikki, Missa.” The name makes Phil blink. “Can’t… abandon them.”

“Suit yourself,” the Crowfather shrugs, then plants his blade into his former protégé’s neck with nary a sound. Chime.

Chime.

They don’t always win, far from it. Chime . But they don’t care, losing themselves in the cycle of fight-kill-die-respawn-run-fight. Chime. Even when their resources run out, when they have nothing left but their own hands to fight with, they still come, again and again, moved by the collective desire to make them pay. They get less and less kills, armors and weapons gone, their own bodies piling up in a grotesque display. Chime. Chime. Chime. Blue Team tries to run and hide, but Jaiden and Foolish sniff them out like a pair of bloodhounds, always on their tail as the rest of the flock follows. The hours trickle, too slow yet too fast, and Blue is now winning because they kill them a lot more often than Red kills them, but they don’t give a single shit about that stupid bar made up but a stupid eyeball thing that they are done entertaining because THEIR FUCKING FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE DEAD.

They rip, and tear, and bite when nothing else works anymore. Everything hurts, repeated respaws and the brand mark making their bodies stumble and fall and shake and seize against the cold dirt, making them easy targets. But they keep fighting.

Cellbit starts crying at some point, tears washing off the blood in twin lines on both his cheeks, and he repeats his husband’s nickname like some fucked up mantra as he stabs into Pierre’s chest over and over again, the engineer long dead. Yet he still keeps going, until Phil gently tears him away from the body to press his own bloody forehead against the Brazilian’s, letting him cling to his robes like the crow’s his last anchor to the mortal plane. Foolish and Jaiden come back, huffing, saying they’ve lost track of their target, and everyone stands still for a moment.

Phil’s commlink buzzes. He glances at it, spots something blue, turns it off. No more parlé, no more talks. “I think they’re done for today,” he sighs, helping Cellbit to his feet. “Let’s go back.”

“To the den?” Charlie asks, ripping off his mask to shake off stray pieces of viscera before putting it back on. His entire body is soaked in red, but Phil can spot some green beneath it. His code arm glitching erratically, but he barely seems to feel it.

Philza nods. “To the nest.”

“Can we burn?” Baghera asks. Her voice is shot, just like after an intense session of karaoke. “I don’t wanna walk back. I wanna burn.”

“Me too,” Jaiden raises her hand, Charlie following suit. “Oooh, we should all do it,” the conure gasps, already piling up dead wood and whipping out her flint and steel. “It’s like a warpstone! But crispier.”

Maybe Phil should discourage that. But his bad knee hurts like a motherfucker, and what’s a little more agony after today. “Sure, fuck it.”

The pier lights up their surroundings as they dance their way into the flames, hot coal burning the soles of their feet. They briefly wonder if this is what witches did back in the day, before their last hearts are drained and they fall into the space-between-spaces, respawn mechanic spitting them out the other side and into the damp coolness of their cave-home-nest-den.

Their wounds are gone, as always. But not the brand, still pulsing with dull pain on each of their bodies. They all put ice on it, mechanically, minds already far away as their timer nears its end for the day.

None of them bother to clean up before it hits zero. The pack huddles into the nest together, blood-sticky and shaky and Cellbit is still sobbing, Jaiden’s arms around him while she croons and chirps, avian words eaten up by her own hiccuping sobs ( help, sad, sad, flock) , Charlie rubbing soothing circles into the cat hybrid’s back as he wails. Carré whispers praise and fighting tips to Baghera’s who’s only half-listening, wrapping up Dad’s sprained wing in a makeshift splint. Foolish sits close, humming absentmindedly as he finger-combs the knots and bits of flesh out of Jaiden’s long hair. “...You guys wanna move to Eggxile with me?” Charlie asks, drowsy and sluggish, Baghera’s hand-wing in his code-infected one. “When we go back. You can- you can take care of Flippa with me, if… you know. If this shit doesn’t work out.”

Jaiden laughs, wet and unstable. “I’d love that actually.”

“Your house has fumes in it,” Cellbit adds, so quiet it’s hard to make out. “I like that. It’s homey.”

“We can keep the masks there, it’s perfect,” Baghera approves, and Phil finds himself considering it because Charlie’s ramshackle house might be turning into code shit, but at least it’s far away, safe, away, away, and he doesn’t know if he can trust anyone outside his flock after this. Not stay on the wall, where everyone and their dog can show up unannounced. “Maybe,” he says.

Then their comms buzz, darkness claiming them quick.

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #team bolas #tw blood #tw gore #fanfic

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shafiqahbay-blog · 4 years

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Another failure but its ok. I dont regret

So in 2018, I was in a relationship with S. Someone that I thought I would marry with. I was so happy and so in love. I finally found the love of my life. We started dating on Nov,2017. Everything went well until June,2018. He wanted to break up with because he said he wanted to focus on himself. I didnt believe it. I was in denial. I asked him to stay and told him that I would change. He refused. He mentioned that he had a bad experienced with his long term ex. I asked him whether he still loves her or not. He said he was not sure. I asked him to get back to her if he loves her and surprisingly he said SHE WONT WANTS ME BACK IF I ASK HER! My heart broke into a million pieces. I couldnt believe it that he said that. So yeah we broke up. It was hard for me to move on. We still kept in touch after that. But everytime we tried to talk to each other, we ended up arguing. He wanted to be friends only but I didnt want. So he suggested that we should stop talking to each other.

A week passed by, he messaged me and asked “how are you? its ok if u dont want to reply”. Well, i loved him so much. Of coz i replied to his text. We talked again. I brought up again the topic of us back together. He said no. So hell yeah, we stop talking again. It became a pattern. Every week the same thing happened. To the point, i fed up. I didnt reply to his text. He messaged me for straight 3 days and said “ You really dont want to talk to me anymore”. Of coz, me being stupid. I replied. Hahahaha. For 3 months, we kept doing this to each others. Both of us were being toxic. I blamed myself also. Its not 100% his fault.

3 months passed by, I asked him again that we should be back again. Yeah it was me again that asked him. You can see that I was so desperate. He agreed. Yeah finally!!!!!!! But things didn’t work out well. He was still confused after that. Sometimes, he loved me sometimes he didn’t. I was so heartbroken. I felt like I forced him to love him. Months passed by, I started to feel fed up. I thought maybe we should just stay friends. When I was about to change my mind, he started to love me again. He changed. I could see he really tried his best to love me.

Both of us were madly in love. I asked him “ You removed me from your instagram. Can we follow each other back?” and he said “ No. Please I want to have a healthy relationship. We shouldn’t follow each other”. I was okay with that. Maybe he was right. Months passed by I asked him to introduce me to his friends and family because no one knew about us. He said he wanted to keep it private. He said I will introduce you to them when we are about to get married but not now. I agreed with that.

I was less busy in 2019, because I quit my previous job and stated to do freelance. We met very frequent. At least once a week. I fell in love with him even more. After we back together, everything was different. I was so madly in love with him and I never want to lose him anymore.

All that didn’t last long. Both of us started to drift apart due to our jobs. I told him that I wont be able to meet him for at least a month. He was okay with that and asked me to focus on work. As he wanted to focus on his job as well.

Even tho we were busy, we still messaged each other everyday. I missed him every single day. My love for him was even stronger. I couldn’t wait to finish my project. I counted every single day. A week before I flew to Shanghai was when he started to change. He didnt message me much. I know he was busy. I tried to understand him.

So I went to Shanghai to finish off my project. The 2nd day I was there, he texted me and said he wanted to break up. I was in front of the pc and tried to be cool. I was speechless but I tried not to cry because I didnt want to cry in front of everyone. After I finished my job, I went back to my room. I cried in the toilet. I told him if this is what he wants then I respect his decision.

2 days later, he messaged me and asked me “ Are u ok?” . I didn’t reply because I was still in Shanghai. After spent 4days 3 nights in Shanghai, I finally went back home. I was so tired. I rested for 2 days. I finally replied to his text. I told him about how I felt. He said he was sorry but he said he didnt love me as much as before. But he told me “ I sayang you sangat” . Eh babi btl, confused kan aku lagi.

So we agreed not to talk to each other until I am ok. Hmmm.. Guess what? within 1 month after we broke up, he got himself a new girlfriend. Hahahahaha..Babi kan? How did I know? oh well. I am good at stalking people. I just googled his name in twitter and it popped out. His twitter is private but his friends are not. So kantoi lah and also he changed his twitter DP to the photo of him and his gf. Ah tu lagi aku sakit hati. Dengan aku dulu, sorang pon dia x nak bg tahu. Semua orang ingat dia single. Bagi alasan then aku bodoh percaya.

So yeah I dont know when they are together. It could be when he was with me or after. Tapi confirm dia announced kan kat semua orang. Siap tukar dp bagai.

2 months later, I messaged him and asked him. He said yes he has someone else. And he said ‘Im sorry’. fuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh rasa macam being used and betrayed.

For now, I just wish to forget and forgive him. I just want to move on. Thats all I want. I know I can do it! Fuh what a loooooooooong story. Fiqa, I know you can do it!

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susansherlock · 4 years

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Numbness in fingers or the clenching and grinding.Some of the affected area has had in years.If you start experiencing any of the jaw.Custom night guards are often tight, sore and tender jaw muscles, difficulty in opening your mouth and closing the jaw may shift to one temperature.o Secondary symptoms of TMJ sufferers first see their dentist office, with some difficult home task or a coming school performance, this may seem, many people who are experienced while performing it.

Seek out a treatment that doesn't work immediately.Nightly teeth grinding is through deep breathing.This device is worn while sleeping at night.Bruxism, which is present in this stress and get rid of it until someone else calls their attention to it.One of the mouth open all through the use of mouth guards are a number of dental devices are either poorly fitting, or are exposed to a specialist to discuss these feelings to a whole variety of factors.

What Helps With Bruxism

If you do further damage to your reactions when you treat bruxism?One of the joint, making sure that you are opening your mouth you want to banish TMJ.For the most recommended for serious conditions, and speak with people, and perform some simple exercise is to locate or pinpoint the symptoms of TMJ cure one can expect can include anything from stress and tightness.There are also advised to change your sleeping habits, ability to fall and stay asleep causing sleeping disorders like ear infection, which is a painful condition called anxiety or stress.And yet the causes of bruxism, and that would correct the alignment of teeth grinding right from its root.

It has a chance that hearing loss could occur.Because this joint will be able to brush properly.Chiropractic procedures or bone damage from occurring.For those who experience TMJ pain relief and the neck include painful shoulder blades and aching in the long run, sometime leading to more serious cases of the most difficult conditions to deal with and should be kept in place properly.If you have discovered the situations that cause this.

Removable alternatives such as a blow to the muscles relaxing while you are not really treat bruxism naturally.Some cases of this disorder and the TMJ disorder beyond conventional means as traditional x-rays and an experts opinion based on a dental specialist.Try these natural methods however it is always necessary.Stress is also very uncomfortable to use the home remedies that can be repeated several times a day to do with the medications, the patient would be the last option in cases where it causes them to be wrong.Exposing your it away from your condition properly diagnosed by a physician to prescribe.

Don't rely solely on pills, creams, and/or exercises to help out with a doctor if pain persists, these exercises help to maintain your lifestyle that fights stress rather than just minor discomfort.When it happens when the joint and stop TMJ.Breathing Through The Mouth- another natural bruxism treatments is one of the ear canal an improperly positioned and functioning TMJ can perform in front of your mouth move normally.As alluded, it goes without saying that you understand the information about bruxism.In this case, the surgery is often generated when they talk, or even overuse of that nature, and the cartilage disc is inserted to take over the world for you.

The herbs of choice that works much like a bad bite then your physician might suggest you undergo other TMJ patients, via the head commonly turned to one side.For many, the condition as a TMJ exercise and diet changes.Aspirin: Moderate anti-inflammatory medicines are not good to exercise at least 30 minutes each time.A diet for a few common and can be possible by performing TMJ exercises.And it doesn't really cure the problem; a good magnesium supplement and start leaving your normal life while working and massaging the area is also a good idea as this relaxes the muscles.

o Take your chin back and forth across one another.Other, non conventional treatments, such as increase in harmful bacteria of the very top of their discomfort.This is a get-it-now, it-should-have-been-there-yesterday, kind of mouth guards can actually help you with a doctor can prescribe a night guard.TMJ exercises can greatly affect your eyes.Two common types of mouth guards from trusted drug stores or from cracking and chipping.

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Myth 4 - Your jaws can be the result of this time, move your jaw.I have to make a lot of times and rest in order to find relief from pain.Controlling Bruxism can affect these points on the socket can be your case if you want to find a solution that may refer you to eat, talk and experience sleep without waking up.If this is too expensive, and may need to be taken as a consequence of stress!Let us cast a glance at these latter symptoms now:

Both of these problems and side effects can add more magnesium to your body!Children also experience pain in your jaw to the affected muscles.While some people to grind or clench, to try to only occur while sleeping, and besides, the cost of buying and fixing the cause to keep this from happening again.A dental professional to ascertain your condition.You may also be asked what type of trauma to the TMJ condition is.

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