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hazelsmirrorball · 6 months

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My Girlfriend is a Werewolf | Hazel Callahan

Pairings: werewolf! Hazel Callahan x fem! Reader

Summary: People are going insane trying to kill the new werewolf in town due to the fact they have a big bounty attached to their head. Y/n desperately needs the money but Hazel is a little defensive of the fact that the trio wants to kill a werewolf. Warnings: death, blood, werewolves. Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language. a/n: something for halloween! Hope you guys like it! I really love reading ur comments, they really make my day <3

part two

The term supernatural beings wasn’t new to people at Rockbridge. The phenomena or entities beyond the laws of nature was something familiar to them. Angels, demons, gods and spirits people knew of them but they never expected them to be real and come to their town. But when a new lycanthrope had shown up to Rockbridge taking its citizens as bait made people worry for their lives not wanting to be killed by the claws of a wolf.

The first werewolf had shown up almost a century ago. A group of sorcerers had enslaved a powerful demon and when they had removed the spirit, they had put it in a powerful box named “triskelion”. The sorcerers had selected an honorable demon hunter to bestow the triskelion upon him. The power of the triskelion turned the hunter into the first ever werewolf who was full of rampage. After an ungodly amount of years of running in rampage, the werewolves disappeared, until now.

The people were going insane when it popped on the news that a student from Rockbridge High had been found with his chest slashed. The citizens knew that this was an act of a werewolf and they were coming to get vengeance on the town that had vanished them.

50,000,000 dollars to the person that brought the werewolf that was going around town dead or alive to the authorities.

All the news headlines were the same. Rockbridge was a town where people had monster hunting in their blood. Everyone wanted to get their hands on the werewolf for two reasons, the money they had attached to their name or the safety of the town, but mainly it was the money.

Everyone was scared, yes people around here were supernatural things coming from time to time but that werewolf had killed hundreds of innocent people. People were aware that he was powerful. Due to the things that were going around town, students were taught about the history of a werewolf and how to deal with one.

Lycanthropes have enhanced physical capabilities that are far greater than any human or animal. They had razor-sharp claws & fangs that could be used for killing their prey. All werewolves are seen with blue, gold, or red eyes which seem to glow, seemingly when the werewolves are feeling considerable emotion, oftentimes anger.

Although werewolves often use their claws to slash through things and slash their prey in half, they are quite capable of being used in gouging attacks and are often best-suited for holding onto an unfortunate victim while the larger and sharper canine teeth are used to kill. A werewolf's bite is indeed very powerful, easily capable of breaking the thickest bones of any animal of any size comparable to cattle and below. The tooth pattern of the werewolf is similar to that of a wolf, with four very large canines, two on the upper jaw and two on the lower, with four incisors in between each. Behind them are the premolars which are used to tear flesh, and finally, the molars at the very back for chewing. The musculature of the head is presumably that of an enlarged dire wolf's, in that the structure and shape of killing.

How did Y/n know all those things about werewolves? Well, she could assure you it wasn’t the fact she had learned it at school, that’s for sure. She had investigated, well all her friend group had investigated about the supernatural creature. PJ, Josie and Y/n were certain that they were going to catch that werewolf and kill it. All three of them desperately needed the money so they were going to risk everything to get it.

The reward had originally started at 100 dollars but as the beast killed more people or got older the amount would increase exponentially. There was a rumor going around town that they were going to push up to a rough $500,000,000 due to the latest kills the werewolf had done.

“Tomorrow’s a full moon. I personally think we should go to the woods and find that damn wolf. People don’t want to risk their lives by going to the woods on a full moon so it increases our chances of getting the money for just the three of us.” PJ said, placing her sandwich down as she looked at the new “lycanthrope” book Josie had checked out from the library. Josie and Y/n stayed quiet not knowing if it was a good idea to put themselves in the middle of the war zone. Yes, it was a huge amount of money but was it really worth it if one of them died or worse the three of them were ripped to shreds. Before one of them could say anything, Hazel Callahan sat next to Y/n placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Hey babe” Y/n smiled softly staring at Hazel in aw while PJ threw her head back groaning. Hazel turned to PJ seeing the book in her hands rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Hazel. I’ve already told you this, you are not a part of her club. This is a private meeting and locking lips with Y/n doesn’t excuse you to the rules. So please do us a favor and leave” PJ replied, closing the book roughly sending a glare towards Hazel as she placed her things down not giving PJ a second thought.

“PJ, everyone in school knows that you guys want to kill that poor werewolf. It’s not that big of a secret. If you guys wanted it to be a secret I wouldn’t turn the cafeteria table into a detective string board, it’s a dead giveaway.” Hazel said while taking a bite of her food as Y/n leaned towards her.

“Oh, shut up Hazel. Poor werewolf? You don’t know a thing about our plans or about werewolves so why don’t you shut it” PJ exclaimed angrily, while she slammed her hands against the table.

“Actually, I do know about your guys' plans. Just because I sit next to Y/n doesn’t mean I don’t hear the dumb shit you three say. Werewolfs are dangerous and I know you guys act all strong in fight club. But we are not talking about teenage girls, we are talking about a man eating werewolf. They could snap you in half just by looking at you. Personally I think you guys should drop it, this week werewolves are as vicious as possible because the full moon is near and I really care about you guys to find you three dead” Hazel said, dropping her spoon to look at the girls seriously.

“Hazel, you are literally the strongest of the three of us. You almost killed Sylvie with that punch you gave her last week. You are inhumanly strong. If you helped us we could take down that werewolf. We could split the money four ways. Don’t you want to be ric…You know what scratch that. We already know you're loaded. Help your girlfriend out, you know she needs it.” Josie started looking at Hazel with sympathetic eyes. She shook her head now wrapping her arm around Y/n protectively.

“I’ll help and protect her by telling her to stay in and not do dumb shit with you two. Forget about that money, haven’t you guys seen how many people died trying to kill it. I know that werewolf isn’t trying to kill people, maybe it’s just defending itself” Hazel said defensively squeezing Y/n’s side.

“Hazel, since when did you become the biggest werewolf defender? It’s killing people so it should fucking die and rot in hell.” Pj responded in the same tone. Y/n let out a sigh making Hazel turn to look at her.

“I really need that money, Haze.” Y/n said, breaking her silence while Hazel looked at her with pity eyes.

Hazel knew that her girlfriend wasn’t one of the richest persons around. She lived in the poorest part of town and her parents barely made enough to keep the three of them alive. Hazel also knew that she really needed the money and that Y/n’s parents were at the verge of being fired. Y/n had big dreams, going to college with her friends was one of them but the bad income surrounding her life made it quite impossible for her to dream. Putting herself out in the wild to kill the werewolf would finally make her economically stable but at what cost?

Hazel Callahan was scared. Deadly afraid of being killed at night, but not because of the fact that there was a raging killing werewolf but the fact that people wanted to kill the raging killing werewolf. Hazel’s name was worth 500,000,000, everyone wanted her dead or atleast the wolf version of herself.

Hazel had inherited her great grandmother's lupine parvovirus which was responsible for her lycanthropy. Her “powers” had shown up around freshman year, superhero strength, innate wellness and immunity to all diseases, animal senses and enhanced mobility, combat ability, endurance and stamina, meta regeneration and much more. Hazel at first had everything under control, she had informed herself about everything and had managed to keep herself and everyone safe why she was in her wolf form. She had found in her basement inhumane chains, which she had found herself chained up to every full moon. But everything changed when her feelings got involved with her inner wolf.

Even though Hazel thought she had everything under control, when she had heard a football player talking about her girlfriend all she could see was red. She had ended in the middle of the woods, something that she rarely did after she became a wolf. As she tried to ease up out of nowhere the football player had shown up and Hazel had snapped to reality when she noticed the dead football player under her. After all that, hell had broken loose.

Everyone had it out for her, she had found herself trying to hide her wolf form but after that killing she couldn’t control it anymore. She didn’t want to kill all those people, but all of them came launching towards her and in her wolf form all type of hits were deadly.

So after the night hit, Hazel wasn’t in control, she became a man eating monster. All she felt was rage and hate. They had increased the bounty on her, which angered her more than ever. If people were really out to get her she was going to make their lives a living hell. Hazel stood in hiding waiting for someone to show up, she knew that someone was going to be brave enough to kill her before the full moon. She could see from her hiding two silhouettes approaching her area. Hazel took a whiff smelling the wolfsbane near, they came prepared, they had true intention. So before they could come near her, Hazel lashed out not even waiting for them to say a word, ripping them into pieces. All she could see was red, blood covered all of their bodies as she continued pounding onto them. Screams and cries for mercy begged her to stop which made Hazel go even rougher on them. She could hear both of their heartbeat stopped. Her breath became heavy as she tried catching up with her anger but before she could continue going any further she looked at the familiar lifeless eyes looking at her. She could feel her heart stopped and her body slowly shifting in her normal form. She slowly reached for her clothes, slipping them on quickly while looking down at the bloody faces. Hazel could feel her heart stop as she looked for words to say at the dead bodies in front of her.

At first, Hazel had felt bad for killing but as the weeks passed by she felt content because she knew they were out to get her. The people that wanted her dead didn’t have a reason so she did have a reason to kill them. But right now, it was like a sense of humanity had shown up once again. She felt horrible, like a true evil monster from those films she would watch with Y/n.

She hoped the pair would succeed in killing her, knowing that they actually needed it. That if she was dead they could be happy and she wouldn’t even mind at all. But now they were dead and all she could feel was the guilt spilling upon her. The people that had received her with open arms were dead on the floor. The family that had shown her nothing but love and accepted her in their family were dead because of her. The two people that had supported Hazel through everything while her mom and dad were mia, were dead.

Y/n’s last hope of family was dead, killed by the claws her girlfriends had. So not only were they dead, now Hazel was going to be dead to her.

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Thank you for reading

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dragons-bones · 8 months

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FFXIV Write Entry #14: An Apple a Day (Does Not Keep the Paladin Away)

Prompt: clear || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers through patch 6.4: The Dark Throne.

The sky is so blue.

Zero’s memories of the Memoriate War, before the Thirteenth and all its people drowned in ever-darkness, are still patchwork and hazy, but watching the heavens from the Radz-at-Han airship docks, she’s reminded that once, the Thirteenth had skies the same color.

Today, she sits along one of the city’s outer walls, watching the flow of traffic heading to and from Palaka’s Stand and the port at Yedlihmad, drinking in the sounds and the colors of a living city, a living nation. She nibbles on an apple absently, and she relearning how to enjoy the pleasure of eating. That first one she had eaten on the Source, she was still trying to remember the physical act of eating, tearing with incisors and canines, grinding with molars, little thought given to texture and taste. Now, she remembers how to pick out the choicest apples from the bowl, avoid the ones with bruises or soft spots, remembers how to take a boot knife and peel the skin off in a single take, remembers that in some villages, mothers would take such fruit skins and fry them and dip them in honey as treats for their children.

Zero remembers she likes her apples a little sweeter, but the tartness of this one is refreshing, regardless. The last bite bursts as brightly across her tongue as did the first one, the flesh yielding with a satisfying crunch beneath her teeth.

“Mind if I join you?”

She turns at the familiar voice, and has to look up at the familiar smiling face of Dancing Heron. The roegadyn is out of her armor, dressed down in a yellow linen shirt that fairly glows against her copper skin and black trousers; her usual wear, at leisure in Radz-at-Han. But the swordswoman carries herself with the same tall surety she had that day in Garlemald, when she stood between Zero and hungry voidsent.

Zero shakes her head, and Heron easily swings herself up to sit next to her on the wall. Almost immediately, and without seeming to notice, Heron begins to tap the heels of her boots against the stone in some rhythm only she knows. Well, she and her sisters; put all four Warriors of Light up on a wall or cliff, legs dangling over the edge, and one will begin that hypnotic rhythm that all three pick up in chorus.

Heron doesn’t say anything as she takes out a bag of samosas from the pack slung around her shoulders, merely digs into her lunch, apparently perfectly content to sit in silence with Zero. For her part, Zero appreciates it; she is becoming more comfortable with those parts of herself that aren’t voidsent, but even before the Thirteenth died in the void, she had been a woman of few words, and too much chatters makes her uncomfortable. Heron’s silence is the most comfortable to bask in; Alakhai carries too much tension, ever ready to draw her knives against a threat even when she isn’t aware of doing it, and Estinien often ends up restless, leaping off to join the Radiant Host in their training.

Zero leans back on her hands, eyes drawn skyward once more. On the distant horizon, grey clouds boil, a heavy storm to bring cool rain to Radz-at-Han and wash away the inevitable dust roused by so many travelers and traders and bustling residents. But the perfect, painful blue keeps her attention, and even without clouds to chase, it is so easy to get lost in that infinity.

A sound causes her to start, and Zero cants her head to the side to see Heron rummaging in her pack, much deeper than possible, and Zero blinks at the strange sight of the roegadyn up to her shoulders in a pack not much larger than a melon before she remembers Synnove’s ability to enchant items so that they were bigger on the inside. Heron herself is muttering, too low for Zero to make out the words, before a triumphant noise leaves her lips and she pulls back, two apples in hand. Heron grins, and turns to hold one out to Zero.

“Want one?” she says. “The market here carries a lot apples from the La Noscean orchards, but this one is from Gridania, s’called a honey queen.”

“Thank you,” Zero says, reaching out to pluck the apple from Heron’s grasp; she knows better now than to refuse a freely-offered gift, especially from Heron. Zero will not win against the other woman’s inherent, cheerful stubbornness.

She examines the apple curiously; it’s only a little smaller than the ones that grace the Satrap’s tables, and its skin is a mix of yellow and pink, rather than glistening red. But the flesh is firm even with her gloves in the way to dull her tactile senses, and the smell is the same. She lifts the fruit to her lips, and takes a bite.

Sweet floods her mouth in a heady rush, and Zero’s eyes go wide. Her toes curl in her boots, and the noise she emits is less a moan and more a squeak. She chews quickly in order to swallow, then takes a larger bite, but this one she savors. A well-named cultivar indeed: the sweetness rolls as thick and heady as honey across her palate and she rolls this bite from one side of her mouth to the other, a content hum escaping her as she slowly chews it into juice.

Next to her, Dancing Heron is laughing, and Zero looks at her again. Heron’s eyes are crinkled, her pleasure at Zero’s own as obvious as the black of her hair.

“Glad I picked a good one!” Heron says. “I have a few more if you’re still hungry after that one.”

Something uncurls in Zero’s chest, pulsing soft and warm, and she can’t help but notice that Heron’s eyes are a perfect, painful, shining blue.

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#ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #zero #oc: dancing heron #dt's writing #pre-relationship kinda sorta maybe #it's gonna Depend #*stares at the upcoming patch* don't you fucking ruin my dreams yoshi-p

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kemetic-dreams · 7 months

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Early northern Africa dispersal

Populations of Homo sapiens migrated to the Levant and to Europe between 130,000 and 115,000 years ago, and possibly in earlier waves as early as 185,000 years ago.

A fragment of a jawbone with eight teeth found at Misliya Cave has been dated to around 185,000 years ago. Layers dating from between 250,000 and 140,000 years ago in the same cave contained tools of the Levallois type which could put the date of the first migration even earlier if the tools can be associated with the modern human jawbone finds

These early migrations do not appear to have led to lasting colonisation and receded by about 80,000 years ago. There is a possibility that this first wave of expansion may have reached China (or even North America )as early as 125,000 years ago, but would have died out without leaving a trace in the genome of contemporary humans

There is some evidence that modern humans left Africa at least 125,000 years ago using two different routes: through the Nile Valley heading to the Middle East, at least into modern Israel (Qafzeh: 120,000–100,000 years ago); and a second route through the present-day Bab-el-Mandeb Strait on the Red Sea (at that time, with a much lower sea level and narrower extension), crossing to the Arabian Peninsula and settling in places like the present-day United Arab Emirates (125,000 years ago) and Oman (106,000 years ago),and possibly reaching the Indian Subcontinent (Jwalapuram: 75,000 years ago.) Although no human remains have yet been found in these three places, the apparent similarities between the stone tools found at Jebel Faya, those from Jwalapuram and some from Africa suggest that their creators were all modern humans.These findings might give some support to the claim that modern humans from Africa arrived at southern China about 100,000 years ago (Zhiren Cave, Zhirendong, Chongzuo City: 100,000 years ago;[note 9] and the Liujiang hominid (Liujiang County): controversially dated at 139,000–111,000 years ago ). Dating results of the Lunadong (Bubing Basin, Guangxi, southern China) teeth, which include a right upper second molar and a left lower second molar, indicate that the molars may be as old as 126,000 years.

Since these previous exits from Africa did not leave traces in the results of genetic analyses based on the Y chromosome and on MtDNA (which represent only a small part of the human genetic material), it seems that those modern humans did not survive in large numbers and were assimilated by our major antecessors. An explanation for their extinction (or small genetic imprint) may be the Toba eruption (74,000 years ago), though some argue it scarcely affected human population

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veliseraptor · 1 year

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is it time for another 150 words meme? guess it is!!

for those who haven't been around for one of these - pick a number from the list of wips below and I will write 150 words in that project. you can send me up to three if you really can't decide on one. if you don't recognize or are curious to know more about what these are, my wip list has a brief summary of I think all of them.

twelve options and it's basically vegaspete and yi city all the way down with two wild cards

1. This place was too open and there were too many people around, none of whom he knew. There could be more of whoever those people had been around; he didn’t want to divide his focus to see if either of the two he’d dropped had ID. Pete was on his own and Vegas was compromised. “We have to go,” Pete interrupted.

“You – what? What the fuck – are those guys dead?”

“Sorry,” Pete said, adjusting his grip on Vegas. Then, because he felt rude and a little bit bad and Vegas did seem to like these people, he added, “have a good night.”

And he half dragged, half carried Vegas out into open air.

Pete wavered between driving without somebody else as eyes or waiting for a car with a basically incapacitated Vegas and decided he wanted to get them out of an uncontrolled environment now. He disentangled himself from Vegas to put him in the passenger seat, which was more difficult than it sounded because Vegas didn’t want to let go and at one point bit his neck, which made it very hard for Pete to focus the way he needed to. (Drift)

2. Vegas wondered if he should try to pretend to know who he was talking about. Nobody liked hearing that the death that’d meant so much to them hadn’t made an impression.

“You don’t even remember him, do you,” said his captor.

“I have no idea who you are,” Vegas said. “So, no.”

He didn’t like that, and expressed as much with another kick in the ribs. Vegas gritted his teeth so he didn’t yelp even though his vision swam and his head spun, his still mending insides vehemently protesting. (All's Fair)

3. Xue Yang had a deep professional respect for Wei Wuxian’s work. He was, unquestionably, a master of their shared craft; Xue Yang had built a not insignificant part of his own work on the scraps of foundation he’d left behind. He was skilled, and smart, and based on his activities during the Sunshot Campaign had a nasty streak Xue Yang could appreciate.

On a personal level Xue Yang sort of wanted to gut him with a dull knife. (demonic cultivator team up fic)

4. “Why are you guys being so weird,” he said aggressively. Vegas shot him a look that Macau met without wavering. “What? It’s making you really uncomfortable to be around.”

“So go find somewhere else to be,” Vegas said. “Nosy.”

“I live here,” Macau said. He turned his gaze on Pete. “So?”

Vegas could see Pete hesitating. His eyes darted toward Vegas and then away.

“Don’t try to pry shit out of him just because you think he’ll crack before I do,” Vegas said.

“He will, though,” Macau said, eyes still fixed on Pete. “You’ll tell me what’s going on. Right, P’Pete?” It hovered somewhere awkwardly between a wheedle and a command. Vegas reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“Cut it out, you little pest,” he said in English.

“Did you have a fight or something?”

Vegas’s insides seized up a little but before he could respond Pete said, “no, it’s not like that. Everything’s fine.” He smiled and Vegas felt like there was something scraping against his skin. He clenched his molars together until his jaw hurt. Macau looked even more suspicious.

“Riiight,” he said. “Sure.” (post canon vegaspete long(er) fic)

5. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Pete asked again, for the fifth or sixth time. Vegas gritted his teeth so he didn’t snap.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said through them. “Stop asking.” Pete barely flinched before relaxing into an easy smile.

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll have sightline from here,” Vegas said, by way of…not apology, but maybe it would help Pete feel a little better. “Don’t worry. I don’t think…” his voice wavered and he cleared his throat. “I won’t be long.”

Pete scanned him with watchful eyes that didn’t quite match his smile. “You can stay as long as you want,” he said. In his eyes Vegas read I don’t like this.

“I know I can,” he said sharply. “I wasn’t asking permission.” He turned before he could see Pete’s reaction and walked into the cemetery. (Fidelity)

6. “Can I tell you a secret,” a-Qing said, her voice now dull. Song Lan made an affirmative sound, though he tensed. A-Qing chewed her lower lip. “It’s bad,” she said.

“Mm-mm,” Song Lan said in denial. A-Qing turned a little in his direction, looking at him through her eyelashes.

“I think Daozhang is still in love with him,” she said despairingly. Song Lan’s heart sank, the hope that he’d been wrong dwindling to nothing. He said nothing, waiting, and a-Qing kicked her heels. “I thought he’d get over it, now that he knows how awful he always was but he still…it’s not fair. That bastard is dead and he’s still making everything worse.”

Song Lan’s chest ached.

“What are we going to do,” a-Qing said, her voice small and unusually young-sounding, so unlike her usual brash, confident self.

I wish I knew. I wish I knew what was right. No, Song Lan had to admit to himself that was no longer his first question. He wished he knew what would help. Right or wrong, if it brought Xiao Xingchen some peace… (Life After Death)

7. That was the trouble, wasn’t it? Xue Yang was right: Song Lan did want him to suffer. He wanted him to feel every miserable bit of pain he’d caused him and Xingchen and so many others; he wanted him beaten down and broken and begging forgiveness that he would never, never receive. The violence of the thoughts he’d had about what he could do to Xue Yang frightened him. The ease with which he’d already done some things – nothing against the torments Xue Yang had inflicted, but that was not a standard he wanted to live by – sickened him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t crave vengeance. He hadn’t spared Xue Yang’s life out of kindness.

“Yeah,” Xue Yang said, reading Song Lan’s silence correctly. “So there you go.”

Song Lan grimaced, closing his eyes and taking a moment to center himself before saying, “whatever – baser urges I might have, as I’ve said, that isn’t how I want to conduct myself. With anyone.”

Xue Yang looked away from him. “Seems to keep happening, though,” he said. “So much for daoshi discipline, huh?”

“You are remarkably good at trying my patience,” Song Lan said. Xue Yang’s eyes darted back in his direction and he laughed; this one sounded significantly less wild than some of his others.

“It’s not just you, Song-daozhang,” Xue Yang said, his voice suddenly bright and lilting. “I try plenty of other peoples’ patience too.”

“I can imagine,” Song Lan said, which drew another laugh from Xue Yang.

“It’s a gift,” Xue Yang said, with a sunny smile. (Walking Far From Home)

8. Xiao Xingchen had to laugh. “I would try to coax you back out,” he said. “I’m sure you’d be a very cute tarantula.”

Xue Yang laughed and grinned at him even more widely. “You would think tarantulas are cute,” he said. “Sure, okay. I’ll be your special tarantula and I’ll only bite other people, not you. I’m very venomous, though, so be careful.”

Xiao Xingchen tried to look solemn. “I trust my tarantula boyfriend,” he said, but he couldn’t hold a straight face, breaking into a giggle.

“Your first mistake,” Xue Yang said, the two of them laughing together. Then Xue Yang lit into tickling Xiao Xingchen, and Xiao Xingchen almost kicked him in the stomach by accident, and the shadows of his dream faded from his mind. (Redux)

9. So. He was back.

He was back and he was alive and something was wrong with him.

There were a lot of things wrong with him. Clearly. Or maybe had been wrong with him all along and now it was just…exposed, laid bare, yanked out in the open where he couldn’t ignore it.

Vegas had done a lot of things to him but Pete thought that might be the worst. (jiggety-jig)

10. “Why won’t it work, you mean?” Xue Yang said, and laughed. “I can’t tell you all my secrets, Zichen.”

Don’t call me that, Song Lan almost wrote, but he stopped himself. There was almost certainly no better way to ensure that Xue Yang called him nothing else. Instead he wrote, I would expect you to want to brag.

“Ha,” Xue Yang said. “What would be the point? It’s not like you’d be impressed. And you already know how good I am. Was.” His smile fell away a little, momentarily, and for a split second Song Lan saw him as he’d truly been when he died, hollowed out and exhausted, bloody and beaten even before Song Lan slid Fuxue between his ribs. “You are how good I was. My greatest creation. Even more than the Yin Tiger Seal. I just remade that, after all, but you were all mine.”

Song Lan couldn’t actually vomit but the nausea was still overpowering. (the poison in your bones)

11. Liu Mingyan was a problem.

If she had to be fair (though Sha Hualing was not generally interested in being fair), she was less annoying than her brother, but that was setting a remarkably high bar, and she was more annoying to Sha Hualing specifically. As far as Sha Hualing could tell, Mingyan-guniang had made it her business to interfere with Sha Hualing’s business at every possible opportunity. Sometimes it seemed like she couldn’t turn around in the Human Realm without running into her, even when Sha Hualing wasn’t doing anything wrong. Or hadn’t done anything yet, anyway.

Or at least hadn’t done anything Liu Mingyan could possibly know about.

It wasn’t like Sha Hualing couldn’t handle her. Obviously she could; she’d defeated her one-on-one, and later on held her captive. It still made sense to be cautious. A little wary. Human beings could be tricky sometimes, and Liu Mingyan in particular made Sha Hualing uneasy. Not that she would say as much to anyone. (under pressure)

12. “All of us,” Gabriel said, “must, in our lives, learn how to surrender to some greater power. Preference may not come into it.”

Lymond’s unnaturally bright eyes blinked once. “Not mine, at any rate,” he said. “I’m sure your preference is quite informative, in this case.”

“Your wound,” Gabriel said, removing his hands, “needs tending.”

“And you, with your healer’s hands,” Lymond said. “Ille more suo victus pietate, nec sordes cavit, nec fetorum exhorruit.”

“I make no claims to the miraculous,” Gabriel said. “But such things come first and foremost to the faithful.”

“Accept Christ,” Lymond said, “and my deformities shall disappear. Deny him, and I am cast out of the body public. Is that it?” (et ipsi sunt jacula)

#fic excerpt #150 words meme #i have an upcoming 5 hour flight so....time for this meme [fingerguns]#also just generally feeling scattered across a lot of projects and sometimes this helps me focus

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stankycowboy · 8 months

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❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ @ the most inconvenient time always 🤷🏻‍♀️

Her whispered words leave a warm trace upon his ear, sending an electric prickle across his skin. The back of Severen’s neck tenses, eyes falling to the thin dress she wears. He had assumed the long slit was for comfort, considering how she despised confinement of all kinds; the thought that it may provide ease of access had not previously occurred. It does now. As if reading his train of thought, Lira slowly crossed one leg over the other, the dress sliding up, stopping high on her hip. It seemed she had been speaking the truth. Severen stared, lips parted, toothpick hanging limply from his mouth.

“Severen?” Jesse repeated, narrowing his gaze at the slack jawed idiot. “Severen! Deal the goddamn cards!” Recovering hesitantly, the cowboy looked at the deck in his hand dumbly, mind already wandering back to that creamy thigh. A fist slammed into the table fully waking him from the picture of Lira in his lap. “Alright! Put your britches out you ol’ geezer, I’m dealin’em!” He snapped, shuffling the cards for good measure before slinging five cards out to each member at the table. Diamondback had caught wise to the tease, keeping a smile to herself, secretly debating if she should drag the game out to torment the lovesick fool, or give him some reprieve. Lira feigned ignorance to his pointed gaze, arranging her cards methodically, avoiding even looking at the dealer. "I'll take two" Diamondback declared, pushing her discards forward. "One" Jesse stated, doing the same. Lira shook her head, lowering her hand to the table. Severen grinded his molars, feeling wood splinter between his teeth. Mentally disconnected from the task, Severen took their cards and issued them replacements. He hadn't even looked at his own hand, didn't even slip a customary ace up his sleeve. Jesse's pale brows knitted together as he watched his attack dog turn puppy eyes on their guest. "Look, are we playin' or not?" He grumbled, more put out by being forced into a lover's charade than anything. "Yes". Lira said, raising her head to look at Jesse across the table. Diamondback shrugged and pushed a collection of bullets and change forward "Alright then". Her bet made, she too joined the other woman in looking to the Silvered One. He showed a pointed mistrust at the both of them, but raised the bet. Lira called. Everyone now focused on Severen who had just begun making sense of his five cards. Worse than a clearly good, or bad hand, it had "potential", and he wasn't in the mindset for underhanded tricks. He should have cheated earlier. Rolling the shredded end of his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, the cowboy tried to analyze the situation. If he folded, Lira would certainly keep playing, probably drag it out if she could. There was a chance if he tried to do the same she would fold and leave him stuck in the mess he made. He would have to get her out. Severen snickered to himself, rearranged his hand, raised. The bets went back around, Jesse staring skeptically at the two across from him, seemingly having their own personal betting war as they forced one another to higher and higher stakes. "Alright, already show yer damn hands", he snapped, having already folded during the back and forth. Severen had three of a kind, Lira a straight. It was more than Jesse had expected thinking they were both bluffing out their asses. Even though he had lost, her beau is still smiling. Lira turned to toss her cards at him. "Tough luck cowboy". Severen lunges for her, forgetting the rouse entirely, crushing his mouth to hers. One hand reaches for her wrist the other going for her bare thigh. The force of his movement, even for the two most able to catch themselves, topples them over. Lira does not take the attack lightly and rolls him over, pining him down and snapping at his face. He seems delighted. "I think we're just gonna go" Diamondback laughs, grabbing Jesse by the collar and tugging him away from the table. "You kids have fun". She is hardly phased by the two infatuated monsters, unworried about finding her own entertainment. They leave out the front door of the trailer and step into the still night, able to hear the calamity and growls of the couple inside. Diamond takes the cigarettes out of Jesse's pocket, lights one and takes a puff before slipping it between her man's lips. "Let's take a drive". They head down the short sidewalk to the station wagon parked out front just as they hear Severen utter a loud, long "Fuuuck". Diamond laughs while Jesse starts the car with a roll of his eyes.

#✘ ic.#ulfhrafnx #(can't even get in a game of cards)

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❛ let me be young again, & the story just starting. ❜ bea for johnson!

@883333

Large cities are distinguishably manmade. Scarce strips of grass pucker out between affluent neighborhoods like a poorly sewn quilt. On this street, there is no grass. Concrete for miles. Similar in color and texture to what Johnson remembers of the newly dried lava in Pompeii centuries upon centuries ago. The hubris of this place: an elected eruption of rock gerrymandered in opposition to nature into the blocky shape of a city.

Everything is closer together. Johnson sits outside, alone, at a restaurant table a foot from another party not because he chose or enjoys the proximity but because the small slab of stone the restaurant owner has legal ownership of can fit three tables worth of outside seating but only if discourteously packed. Johnson is in the seat which situates his back to the building despite the availability to sit in the chair next to the empty table on his right.

He's close enough to hear the conversation of the occupied table on his left. Close enough to hear their breathing. If the city weren't polluted with fast, mechanical noises that seem to linger, unwanted but unignored, like a continually scratched rash, he could likely hear the wet squeezing of their esophaguses when they swallow their food and the blunt clatter of their molars as they chew. Although, the necessary order would be reversed; Johnson does not eat. He ordered a large veggie pizza (that remains untouched) and its takeaway box because he saw a closed pizza box with this restaurant's name stamped on it in Mackenzie's fridge when she was cleaning her kitchen (one whiff from meters away and it was obvious it was veggie).

Mackenzie must frequent this restaurant due to its convenience: it's across the street, two buildings over; the food, Johnson gleams from the musings of the table beside him, is of subpar quality.

From here, he watches Mackenzie's apartment's street facing window. In the early evening and the late bright of Spring, the light leaking through the window is limp and washed out like a dribble of white too thin to stream out and is instead broken into a fine mist.

The woman at the other table: "Let me be young again and the story just starting."

Something there stirs in him.

Johnson's head swivels, his attention torn from Mackenzie's window, now set on Beatríz. She is elegantly dressed. Too formal for this restaurant. Perhaps it was a matter of convenience for her, too. Or—he notices her ring, her company's lack of one, the red wine, their fond tones—purposefully inconvenient for others.

Plainly, without introduction or invitation: "You can't go back. What you should want is to want for less. But the irony is, even that is not possible. It is only another want." A single, short laugh spasms out of him as uncomfortable and commandeering of his bodily organs as a hiccup.

#johnson rudely interjecting with his own issues #i am answering this 2 months after you sent it. it's a marathon not a sprint baby #ic: johnson.#883333 #883333: beatríz.#also tagging b/c you're mentioned:#vitalphenomena #vitalphenomena: mack.#i might come back to this and add more but it's publishable so!

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Rhett and Link The End

A short/strange fic about the end of the world. Part 1/1.

Here’s the tiktok it’s based on https://www.tiktok.com/@mythical/video/7098474572781063466?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7102508558965622277

Rhett McLaughlin is a strange man, currently standing on a busy LA street corner staring directly into the sun. People passing by didn’t bother stopping to ask if he was okay, which he was...in his own special way.

He had a newspaper rolled up under his arm, as usual, and a melted candy bar in his pocket, which was unusual. Never did a candy bar remain long enough on his person to melt, even in the intense LA heat but he had been saving it for a friend...a friend who was late for a very important meeting.

“Hey buddy,” a stranger called over to Rhett more than once.

Rhett looked and was surprised to see a smiling face. A tall, skinny man, capped with a beanie bounced over to him.

“What’s with the sign?” The man asked.

There were a lot of signs around and what kind of sign did he mean? Rhett thought, looking blankly at the man before realizing he was in fact holding a piece of cardboard scribbled with text.

“Oh,” Rhett’s eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the person in front of him, pupils still stinging from the suns rays. “It’s the date and time of worlds end.”

“The world is not going to end, my guy,” the man laughed his reply.

“How do you know it won’t?” Rhett shrugged, usually at this point people laughed in his face and walked away.

“You’ve got proof or something?” The tall man, who Rhett now realized smelled strongly of cooking grease asked with an interested tone.

Rhett sucked in a breath, preparing for the long and detailed explanation he was about to give.

“Never mind, what’s your name?” The stranger seemed suddenly rushed after glancing at his phone.

“Rhett, Rhett is the name.”

“Rhett...?”

He was looking for a last name.

“I would tell you my full name but then I risk you stealing my body in the next life.” Something he would have explained if the man had let him speak in the first place. “And I’ve already got the blueprints signed and confirmed by the GREAT LEPIDOPTERA HERSELF.”

“Okay...Lepi, what now?

“The great velvet winged creature in the sun that decides which body you’re put into after this fleshy human life.” Rhett found that not many people believed this, and not many people believed him when he showed them the evidence either. The proof was all around, why did so few people believe?

“Umm, right okay. Here,” the tall stranger held out a small slip of paper. “This is the time and address of my...’emotional support group’. We accept anyone looking for friends, community or uh help.”

Rhett had heard this before, do-gooders offering him a seat at their weekly meeting.

“Oh. Thank you,” Rhett took the paper and shoved it into his mouth, pushing it back to his molars with two fingers. He chewed, wide-eyed, and baring his teeth.

The mans faced turned disturbed, he stared for a moment before Rhett growled and the guy hurried back the direction he came.

It was because of the strange way he dressed and the odd things he said, the unusual signs he often held, and the crazy information he always had on the tip of his tongue...that was the reason people stared, people pointed, people gawked, people invited him to ‘emotional support’ meetings.

Rhett sighed and looked around, still waiting for his friend who was now about eight minutes late - unusual. The world was supposed to end in three days and they have about three hours-fifty-two-minutes before it starts.

Minutes pass.

Finally, a familiar mop of shiny black hair rounded the corner, Link.

Rhett flung the cardboard sign away and scurried over to meet him, arms pumping and feet kicking up quickly behind him as he ran, though he didn’t move very fast. People always said he ran funny, as if he had glue on his shoes and a fiery match between the shoulder blades.

“Hey! Hey, hey Link!”

“Hiyah Rhett!”

“Ready for the end of the world?” Rhett winked at him, hands on his hips.

“That is today?” Link raised both brows.

“You forgot?”

Link made an apologetic face and held up his palms with a shrug.

“Why did you think we were meeting today?”

“Cause we’re friends,” Link offered a questioning smile.

Rhett sagged and started stalking down the street.

“I’m guessing you also forgot we were supposed to get Nashville chicken as our last meal.” Link followed behind and didn’t answer.

Yeah, he had forgot.

Rhett rolled his eyes and took Link by the hand to hurry him along.

“Hold this,” Rhett threw a duffle bag. “We’ve got about three hours before ‘the end’ begins.”

Link held open the bag, catching things that Rhett was tossing over his shoulder sporadically. They were in Rhett’s detached garage - more like office/ storage locker/ borderline insanity bunker hideout.

“Then, it will take about three days to unfold, give or take.”

“Three days? I thought,” - a roll of duct tape smacked Link directly in the face and landed in the bag - “Argh...I thought the end of the world would happen like, instantly.”

Rhett turned and gaped at him, “Have you not been keeping up on the videos I post to the website? - What to do when you don’t know what to do and it’s the end of the world.”

“Well, I watched the first one.”

“The first one?! I only covered the basics about the convenience of eating newspaper.” Rhett threw up his hands and turned to the other side of the garage, to what looked like the dump pile for New York Times misprints.

“Yeah, I didn’t really understand it,” Link shook his head.

“You would understand if you also read the follow up discussion...” Rhett began rolling up papers and shoving them into the duffle bag. “The paper will help your human body adapt to the cocoon of afterlife when the great moth lady emerges from the sun and takes all our lives as sacrifice - raw wood is the recommended remedy but that’s hard to digest.”

Link didn’t respond, he didn’t know how. He knew his friend was a little crazy, but he thought he was crazy like, ‘one time we went on a UFO hunt which turned into a night of eating Doritos on the roof and listing all the Brooks and Dunn songs starting with the most likely to be played at a cowboy funeral’.

“Where did you hear that the world was going to end instantly anyway?”

“Everyone thinks that.” Link shrugged.

“Really?” He squinted, sensing a lie.

“Okay I read it somewhere,” Link admitted with a shake of his head.

“Where?” Rhett crossed his arms.

Link hesitated, “Chase Th-,”

“Chase The End Now?! That loon doesn’t know anything!” Rhett threw up his hands again. “Won’t even show his face, hides behind his blog...if you can even call it that.”

“I think his theories are fun and I enjoy the way he presents them.” Link defended.

“That’s just it, they’re only theories. What I’ve got...what we’ve got,” Rhett gripped Links shoulders, shaking him with every word. “What we’ve got here is real and now we got less than three hours to be ready for it.”

Rhett marched out the open door and Link followed.

Where are we going? And don’t you need ‘supplies’ too?” Link gestured to the full duffel bag on his own shoulder.

Rhett smirked under his beard, “I’ve been set up for weeks, and I’m taking you to a special place with a good view.”

They arrived at a vast expanse of conifers on an uphill slope. Rhett led Link down a narrow, one person path to a great towering pine. He began scaling up the wood planks nailed into the trunk, high above was a well constructed fort with three walls and a roof.

“What’s up there?” Link asked, squinting up at the structure.

“Eternity.”

“Very poetic.” Link murmured and followed Rhett up.

Rhett was intently looking through binoculars at the sky when Link arrived at the top panting, duffle bag dragging him down.

Rolled newspapers and stacks of canned beans sat in the corners of the fort, plus two comfy chairs in the middle. The three walls were plastered, print outs, paper clippings, handwritten notes, a couple of dead moths pinned up, and other various items all joined together by red twine...a road map to the end of the world.

“This is where we’ll watch it happen.” Rhett stated.

Link looked out the west opening where the fourth wall should be, the sun was nearing the horizon casting an orange hue on the bristling pine needles.

“You’re serious about this, you really think the world is going to end?” Link sighed defeatedly.

“Yep.”

“Shouldn’t we be in an unground bunker or something?”

“No chance of survival either way, might as well watch it happen. Candy bar?” Rhett offered the partially melted chocolate, still not looking away from the binoculars.

“Oh, my favourite.” Link accepted it, putting it in his own pocket.

“I know.”

Link sat in the chair next to Rhett, his chair it seemed.

“Well, how long we got?”

Rhett checked the stopwatch he had been carrying in his pocket, “Forty-two minutes until it starts, approximately, I cannot be totally certain on the time.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“Lepidoptera will rise from the fiery cocoon we call the sun and devour the planets of our solar system.”

Link froze, “Oh.”

“I suspect once it begins we’ll have about three days before she reaches earth and we die...I’ve been waiting decades for this, glad we’re alive to see it happen.”

A few moments of comfortable silence passed as they watch the sun fall.

“Any regrets?” Link asked and Rhett side eyed him questioningly. “You know, just ‘end of world’ conversation,” Link added.

“Yeah actually, I was really hoping to get some Nashville chicken with you.”

Link gave him a playful shove.

“Went to this new place downtown with my girl, it’s our anniversary...sorry.” Link offered as an excuse for his tardiness earlier.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Guess it’s not much use if the world really is going to end.”

“Whatever happens, I’ll find you in the next life, I promise.” Rhett put his hand on Links shoulder and smiled at him.

Link, his only friend, smiled back. Well, the only friend he knew anyway. He couldn’t possibly meet everyone on earth to discover if they were best friend material or not.

Rhett would always find his way back to him, always.

CRACK.

The sun split like an egg and a sliver of sky suddenly turned dark, though the closest city was miles away distant screams rippled over the valley.

Rhett stared wide-eyed only for a moment then leaped from his chair cheering with inaudible words.

“Link! Link!”

A great moth-like creature emerged from the orb and began sucking away the blasting fire of the sun.

“You were right...you were right,” Link muttered. “Rhett! You were right!” Link jumped up too and took Rhett by the shoulders. “Rhett! Aha!”

Suddenly, Link grabbed Rhett’s hairy face and planted a spontaneous kiss on the mans lips. A gesture of amazement, of shock and awe, he wasn’t really thinking about it and it didn’t mean anything more than, “You’re right, you’re amazing!” Link said as he pulled away.

Rhett stared blankly ahead, a great beat of the beasts wings warped the light and sent a chill down Rhett’s spine. His face was plastered with shock and defeat as the taste of Link sunk further into his mouth. His heart quickened, his tongue thickened, his breath took effort, and he collapsed to the ground.

But not because of the world ending or the scene in front of them, not because his best friend just kissed him, but because Links lips tasted strongly of oysters and Rhett is deathly allergic.

#rhett and link #short #fanfic #endoftheworld #mythical

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Mastering Effective Tooth Brushing for Optimal Oral Health

Maintaining good oral hygiene is a cornerstone of overall health, and one of the simplest yet crucial practices is brushing your teeth. While it may seem like a routine task, proper tooth brushing involves more than just scrubbing your teeth with a toothbrush. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into the intricacies of how to brush your teeth effectively, ensuring that you not only achieve a dazzling smile but also promote optimal oral health.

Understanding the Basics

Before we dive into the step-by-step process of brushing your teeth, it's essential to understand the basics. The primary goal of tooth brushing is to remove plaque – a sticky film of bacteria that forms on your teeth. Plaque is a major culprit behind tooth decay and gum disease, so regular and effective brushing is your first line of defense.

Choosing the Right Toothbrush and Toothpaste

The journey to a healthy smile begins with selecting the right tools. Toothbrushes come in various shapes, sizes, and bristle types. Dentists generally recommend using a soft-bristled brush to avoid damaging your teeth and gums. Electric toothbrushes are also a popular choice, as they can provide a more thorough and efficient clean. Pair your toothbrush with fluoride toothpaste to strengthen enamel and protect against cavities.

Step-by-Step Guide to Proper Tooth Brushing

Preparation

Start by wetting your toothbrush under running water. This helps in creating a lather with the toothpaste and ensures a smoother brushing experience.

Use the Right Amount of Toothpaste

A common mistake is using too much toothpaste. A pea-sized amount is sufficient for adults. Remember, it's the brushing technique that matters more than the quantity of toothpaste.

Positioning the Toothbrush

Hold your toothbrush at a 45-degree angle to your gums. This angle allows the bristles to reach the space between your teeth and gums, where plaque tends to accumulate.

Brushing the Outer Surfaces

Begin by gently brushing the outer surfaces of your teeth. Use short, back-and-forth strokes, paying attention to each tooth individually. Ensure that you reach the back teeth and the areas where your teeth meet the gums.

Cleaning the Inner Surfaces

Move to the inner surfaces of your teeth, employing the same gentle, back-and-forth motion. The insides of your teeth are just as susceptible to plaque buildup, so be thorough in your approach.

Brushing the Chewing Surfaces

Next, focus on the chewing surfaces of your molars. Use a back-and-forth or circular motion to clean these broader surfaces effectively.

Addressing the Tongue and Roof of the Mouth

Don't forget your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Bacteria can accumulate on these surfaces, contributing to bad breath. Gently brush your tongue from back to front and the roof of your mouth to complete the cleaning process.

Rinsing

Once you've completed the brushing process, thoroughly rinse your mouth and toothbrush. Rinsing helps remove dislodged plaque and toothpaste residue.

Choosing the Right Brushing Time

Dental professionals recommend brushing your teeth for at least two minutes. Use a timer or an electric toothbrush with a built-in timer to ensure you dedicate enough time to each session.

Frequency of Brushing

Brush your teeth at least twice a day – once in the morning and once before bedtime. This routine helps maintain a consistent level of oral hygiene and minimizes the risk of plaque buildup.

Additional Tips for Optimal Oral Health

Replace Your Toothbrush Regularly

Toothbrushes wear out over time, losing their effectiveness. Replace your toothbrush or toothbrush head every three to four months, or sooner if the bristles appear frayed.

Flossing

Incorporate flossing into your daily routine to clean between your teeth where your toothbrush may not reach. Flossing helps remove plaque and debris from areas that brushing alone might miss.

Regular Dental Checkups

While proper brushing is vital, it's equally important to schedule regular dental checkups. Professional cleanings and examinations can catch potential issues early and contribute to maintaining excellent oral health.

Limit Sugary and Acidic Foods

Diets high in sugars and acids contribute to tooth decay. Limit the consumption of sugary and acidic foods and beverages, and if consumed, brush your teeth afterward or rinse your mouth with water.

Consider Mouthwash

Mouthwash can be a valuable addition to your oral care routine. Choose an antiseptic or fluoride mouthwash to help fight bacteria and strengthen enamel. However, it's not a substitute for proper brushing and flossing.

In conclusion, the seemingly simple act of brushing your teeth is a powerful tool in the quest for optimal oral health. By following the step-by-step guide outlined in this comprehensive overview, you can ensure that your brushing routine is not only effective but also contributes to a radiant smile and a healthy mouth. Remember, consistent and proper oral care is an investment in your overall well-being, so make it a priority in your daily routine.

#Dental Care #Dentist

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american-dentist · 2 months

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A Comprehensive Guide to Effective Tooth Brushing: Unlocking the Secrets to Optimal Oral Health

Understanding the Basics

Choosing the Right Toothbrush and Toothpaste

Step-by-Step Guide to Proper Tooth Brushing

Preparation

Start by wetting your toothbrush under running water. This helps in creating a lather with the toothpaste and ensures a smoother brushing experience.

Use the Right Amount of Toothpaste

A common mistake is using too much toothpaste. A pea-sized amount is sufficient for adults. Remember, it's the brushing technique that matters more than the quantity of toothpaste.

Positioning the Toothbrush

Hold your toothbrush at a 45-degree angle to your gums. This angle allows the bristles to reach the space between your teeth and gums, where plaque tends to accumulate.

Brushing the Outer Surfaces

Cleaning the Inner Surfaces

Move to the inner surfaces of your teeth, employing the same gentle, back-and-forth motion. The insides of your teeth are just as susceptible to plaque buildup, so be thorough in your approach.

Brushing the Chewing Surfaces

Next, focus on the chewing surfaces of your molars. Use a back-and-forth or circular motion to clean these broader surfaces effectively.

Addressing the Tongue and Roof of the Mouth

Rinsing

Once you've completed the brushing process, thoroughly rinse your mouth and toothbrush. Rinsing helps remove dislodged plaque and toothpaste residue.

Choosing the Right Brushing Time

Dental professionals recommend brushing your teeth for at least two minutes. Use a timer or an electric toothbrush with a built-in timer to ensure you dedicate enough time to each session.

Frequency of Brushing

Brush your teeth at least twice a day – once in the morning and once before bedtime. This routine helps maintain a consistent level of oral hygiene and minimizes the risk of plaque buildup.

Additional Tips for Optimal Oral Health

Replace Your Toothbrush Regularly

Toothbrushes wear out over time, losing their effectiveness. Replace your toothbrush or toothbrush head every three to four months, or sooner if the bristles appear frayed.

Flossing

Incorporate flossing into your daily routine to clean between your teeth where your toothbrush may not reach. Flossing helps remove plaque and debris from areas that brushing alone might miss.

Regular Dental Checkups

Limit Sugary and Acidic Foods

Diets high in sugars and acids contribute to tooth decay. Limit the consumption of sugary and acidic foods and beverages, and if consumed, brush your teeth afterward or rinse your mouth with water.

Consider Mouthwash

#Dentist #Dental Care

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agarolifestyle2 · 1 year

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Electric Toothbrush: Why It Should Be Your Everyday Item?

Are you still using a manual toothbrush to clean your teeth? If yes, then you’re missing out on the benefits of an electric toothbrush. In this blog post, we will understand the difference between a regular brush and an electronic toothbrush. Also, focus on the importance of using an electric toothbrush and how to make it an everyday item.

To begin with, brushing your teeth is an essential part of your daily routine. However, the question arises, which type of toothbrush is better: a traditional brush or an electric toothbrush?

While both toothbrushes serve the same purpose, there are some notable differences between the two. In this article, we will discuss the differences between a traditional brush and an electric toothbrush.

Firstly, the traditional brush relies on your physical effort to clean your teeth, while an electric toothbrush does most of the work for you. The electric toothbrush has a motor that moves the bristles, providing a deep clean that cannot be matched by a traditional brush.

Secondly, an electric toothbrush is more effective in cleaning hard-to-reach areas, such as the back molars, and is suitable for people with braces, implants, or other dental work.

Lastly, an electric toothbrush comes with a timer that reminds you to brush for the recommended two minutes, ensuring that you don't rush through your brushing routine. On the other hand, a traditional brush does not have this feature, and it's up to you to time your brushing. Overall, both toothbrushes have their pros and cons, and the choice ultimately comes down to personal preference and needs.

Let's delve deeper into the importance of using an electric toothbrush.

Better Cleaning:

The electric toothbrush is designed to provide better cleaning than a manual toothbrush. The brush head oscillates or rotates, which helps to remove plaque and bacteria from your teeth and gums. The bristles of an electric toothbrush move faster and with more precision than a manual brush, providing a deep clean that cannot be matched.

Improved Oral Health:

Using an electric toothbrush can help to improve your oral health. It can reduce the risk of tooth decay, gum disease, and other dental problems. The electric brush's unique design ensures that all surfaces of your teeth are cleaned effectively, including hard-to-reach areas. Electric toothbrushes are also better at removing stubborn stains caused by coffee, tea, or tobacco.

Convenient and Time-Saving:

Using an electric toothbrush is more convenient and time-saving than a manual toothbrush. The brush's motor does most of the work, so you don't have to scrub your teeth hard. Additionally, most electric toothbrushes come with a timer that lets you know when you have brushed for the recommended two minutes. This feature ensures that you don't rush through your brushing routine and leave your teeth improperly cleaned.

Suitable for All Ages:

An electric brush is suitable for people of all ages. Kids, adults, and seniors can all benefit from using an electric toothbrush. Electric toothbrushes have different brush head sizes and bristle strengths, making them adaptable to different age groups.

Affordable and Long-Lasting:

While electric toothbrush price can at times seem pricey, they are long-lasting and can save you money in the long run. Most electric toothbrushes come with replaceable brush heads, which can be replaced every three to six months. Some electric toothbrushes come with rechargeable batteries, which can last up to several weeks on a single charge.

How to Make an Electric Toothbrush an Everyday Item?

Choose the Right Electric Toothbrush:

Choosing the right electric toothbrush is crucial in making it an everyday item. Look for a toothbrush that suits your needs and budget. You don't have to buy the most expensive electric toothbrush to enjoy its benefits. Many affordable options offer similar features and cleaning power to high-end models.

Set a Daily Reminder:

It's easy to forget to brush your teeth, especially if you're always on the go. To make an electric brush an everyday item, set a daily reminder to brush your teeth. Most electric toothbrushes have a timer that reminds you when you've brushed for two minutes.

Make it a Fun and Enjoyable Experience:

Brushing your teeth doesn't have to be a boring task. Make it a fun and enjoyable experience by playing music or listening to a podcast while you brush. Many electric toothbrushes come with different modes and settings that you can customize to your liking. Let's not skip on that dazzling smile!

Lastly, we need to understand thoroughly that using an electric brush is more effective, convenient, and time-saving than a manual toothbrush. As it provides better cleaning and improves oral health, it is suitable for people of all ages. By choosing the right electric toothbrush you can make it an ideal item in your dental routine. So, upgrade your toothbrush game and make that switch for a healthier and happier smile.

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staalosborn04 · 1 year

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Or else, the actual solar power light irradiation occasion, preliminary power of azo fuchsine, photocatalyst inclusion quantity and kind associated with organic fabric dyes on the photocatalytic destruction of azo fuchsine had been additionally studied. Most fresh outcomes indicate that the Er3+:YAlO3/Fe- along with Co-doped TiO2 covered compounds are more effective as compared to Fe- along with Co-doped TiO2 grains. This is because the Er3+:YAlO3 can adjust the actual visible gentle into the ultraviolet gentle and also boost the photocatalytic routines regarding Fe- along with Co-doped TiO2 powders. You'll be able to supply a new strategy to make use of the Er3+:YAlO3/Fe- as well as Co-doped TiO2 covered hybrids beneath the pv gentle irradiation to treat wastewater down the road. (C) This year Elsevier T.Sixth is v. Almost all protection under the law set-aside.Launch: Even though the damaging wellness outcomes of tobacco are very well known, a lot of people, such as a number of orthodontic individuals, continue to smoking. Pure nicotine may affect bone fragments resorption as well as apposition. For that reason, the objective of this research was to investigate aftereffect of pure nicotine in orthodontic teeth movement. Approaches: Thirty-two grown-up men Sprague-Dawley rodents were aimlessly split up into Three fresh groupings and 1 management group. With the test subjects underneath standard anesthesia, 5-mm nickel-titanium closed-coil comes have been inserted between the maxillary right very first molars and also first incisors. Injection therapy involving cigarette smoking have been given everyday with regard to 13 days: class A, 0.A few milligram for every kg; group B, 0.75 mg for each kilogram; as well as class C, One particular mg for each kilo. Group N, the manage group, obtained needles of Zero.One particular milliliters of ordinary saline solution. Following the actual new interval, the subjects were killed, along with interproximal enamel actions had been measured. Results: Your suggest quantities of tooth movement ended up 0.50 mm throughout party Any, Zero.58 millimeter within party N, Zero.81 mm within group Chemical, as well as 2.21 years old mm in group Deborah. Mathematical analysis along with analyis associated with variance (ANOVA) analyze confirmed substantial differences in between just about all organizations. One of the most activity happened in class D Selleckchem FTY720 , along with group D experienced the very least motion. Findings: Smoking speeds up orthodontic enamel movement, and also this result can be dose-dependent. Nicotine's role within increasing the teeth movement might be related to their aftereffect of increasing bone fragments resorption. (Are T Orthod Dentofacial Orthop This year;139:e261-e265)This study accounts utilizing a long-term acoustic guitar taking program (LARS) to from another location keep an eye on whitened seabass Atractoscion nobilis creating looks with 3 internet sites down the california coastline, adjacent to Camp Pendleton. Judging by previous scientific studies of your. nobilis appear manufacturing relative to times regarding recognized creating task, LARS had been set to consistently report background seems for the Only two l interval around sun from 04 to be able to 06 09.

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