#(not a major surgery! just wisdom teeth)

[transgenderboobs]

using this new yr period of self reflection to sit with the fact that like......my body underwent a significant amount of trauma last year and i had virtually no time to actually process any of it. and this most definitely had a deeply negative impact on my mental health

[nancywheeeler]

have already gotten two error messages trying to boop people. most functional website, with honors.

[crowncursed]

I'm going to extend the hiatus a little longer, I will be rping on discord more frequently, and I have to go in for surgery on Thursday so I'll be a little out of it for the rest of the week. But I do miss you all, and I do miss being here, so I will return soon

[bad268]

Love your writingg!!

Could you write a oneshot with ollie when reader couldn't make it to a race and she got sick while at home but didnt tell ollie cuz it couldve made him shit the race and he comes back home at takes care of herr??

+hiii!! idk if ure still taking request, but maybe an ollie x reader where she gets her wisdom tooth out and the aftermath is just her being chaotic and funny while ollie just goes with everything.

but yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. thank you!

Boyfriend Of The Year (Ollie Bearman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I just did a sick fic, so i decided to incorporate these. Hope yall don't mind <3)

Warnings: Wisdom teeth surgery and recovery

POV: Majority Second Person (You/your), some Third Person (They/them)

W.C. 2301

Summary: A routine dentist appointment turns into a secret to keep Ollie sane.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Your phone was blowing up with texts from Ollie. He was probably wondering where you were at this point since you promised to be at the qualifying session, but due to a dentist appointment scheduled between the sessions, you had to split up. Ollie and his dad drove together, and you took an uber to your appointment. Well, at that dentist appointment, you found out that your chronic jaw pain was actually your wisdom teeth getting dangerous. They were growing inwards and pressing your teeth, so your dentist strongly encouraged an emergency wisdom teeth removal for the same day. Ollie was going to be pissed and you knew it.

“Hey, CareBear,” You greeted in a fake tone. You were still at the dentist, but you stepped outside to get a little bit of privacy. “What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey CareBear’ me! Where are you? You said you were gonna be here,” Ollie asked. He was finally able to let out a breath after running around the paddock trying to find where you were. When he couldn’t find you, he started asking around, but no one had seen you. Then, he started calling you, and coincidentally, the calls were during your x-rays or consultation, so you were not answering. It was driving him insane. “Are you almost here?” 

“The dentist was short-staffed, so they haven't gotten me in yet,” You came up with on the fly. You knew he would hate that you lied to him, but he would also throw his entire race weekend away for you. Yes, it was adorable and it’s part of what made you love him, but this was not the time to be a loving boyfriend. This was the time to show everyone why he deserved the Haas seat. He could be boyfriend of the year afterward. “I can text you when I’m done, but I need to see them today. You know how bad my jaw has been hurting lately.”

“Oh?” Ollie smirked as he lowered his voice, about to make a joke but his dad walked right past him.

“Don’t even start, Oliver,” You pressed as you saw your dentist gesturing for you to come back in, so they could prepare you for the surgery. “Listen, CareBear, I gotta go. I think they’re ready to take me back. I’ll text your dad to pick me up when we start wrapping up. You need to get back for debrief or start preparing for quali.”

“Yeah, I should probably eat something,” Ollie said to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. He had never had to go into qualifying without you, so he was a bit nervous. However, he totally understood that this was something you needed to do. “I’ll get on pole for you.”

“I expect you in the top 22, nothing less,” You joked as you both said goodbye and hung up the call. You headed back inside as they started giving you the rundown on how the surgery would occur. For once, you were thankful for scheduling your appointment in the morning and not eating beforehand. Just before they would put you under, you decided to call Ollie’s dad. It didn’t take long for him to answer.

“Hey, Y/n,” David greeted immediately as he walked toward the back of the garage, “Need me to pick you up? That was awfully quick.”

“Actually no,” You chuckled nervously. “Don’t tell Ollie until after quali, but I’m getting my wisdom teeth out right now. If we tell him, he’s going to freak out.”

“Was this the plan the whole time?” He asked, quieting down as Ollie walked by nonethewiser. He was finishing up before he would be getting in the car, so he had enough on his plate, in your opinion.

“No, I just found out that the jaw pain I thought was the start of TMJ was actually my wisdom teeth growing inwards,” You explained with a smile as you watched your dentist finish setting everything out. “Listen, David, I’ll need you to pick me up in like an hour. Maybe after qualifying break it to him? Or just let him figure it out when I’m loopy. I really don’t care.”

“I’ll take care of him, don’t worry,” David reassured as he saw Ollie gesturing for him to come over before he would get in the car. “Have them call me when you’re done, and we’ll pick you up.”

You thanked him before ending the call and heading into the back where the operation would take place. 

The qualifying session went by quickly for Ollie because it was basically a one-lap shot. Right after the first laps, it started pouring rain, so when Ollie was at the top of the timing page, no one was able to beat him. He tried to call you as soon as he got out of the car, but every call went straight to voicemail. It freaked him out a little, but he brushed it off, thinking you were still getting your cleaning. It wasn’t until his dad was ushering him to change and get to the car park almost as soon as he wrapped up media that he started thinking something was wrong. Ollie sat nervously in the passenger seat as his dad drove in silence, which was completely unusual for him, so he decided to try and break the tension.

“So, dad,” He dragged out as he looked over at his dad. They pulled up to a red light, and David looked at Ollie. “Where are we going?”

“The dentist,” David said simply as he moved the car into first gear when the light changed. “We need to pick Y/n up.”

“Shouldn’t they have finished up during quali?” Ollie asked before muttering to himself, “I thought they would have been in the garage by the end of media.”

“They had to get some work done,” David responded. It was light-hearted, so Ollie wasn’t too worried. When they pulled up, he parked the car but made no move to get out for a second, causing Ollie to look over confused. “They had to get their wisdom teeth out.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Ollie freaked out, immediately getting out of the car and trying to reach the front door before his dad. Unfortunately for him, his dad anticipated this and beat him to the punch by blocking the door. “Dad, let me in.”

“No, you need to understand why we didn’t tell you,” David pressed as he put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and sheered him back toward the car. “They didn’t want you to be nervous in qualifying. It’s getting to the end of your season, and next year, you’ll be in F1. Everyone’s eyes are on you, and the last thing they wanted was for you to get nervous and risk your position in the championship.”

“That makes no sense! I wouldn’t have thrown the session!” Ollie disputed as he threw his hands up.

“Oh, please,” David tsked, “You almost crashed the car when you found out they had a headache a few months ago. Of course, you wouldn’t completely compromise your qualifying session knowing they were getting surgery. That sounds totally believable to me.” 

“Maybe you have a point,” Ollie mumbled as he dripped his hands to his sides in defeat. He looked back over to his dad as he sighed, “Can we go in now?”

“Are you going to cause a scene?”

“No.”

~

POV Switch-Third POV

All the while, Y/n was just waking up. The team had wrapped up the surgery at the end of qualifying and called David, saying he didn’t need to rush since they still needed to ween Y/n off of the meds and they still needed to pass the memory tests.

Y/n didn’t remember even waking up, but they did semi-register people walking in, around, and out of their room. Most of them were dentists or nurses checking their vitals, but then two people walked in that didn’t look like a dentist or nurse. It was Ollie and David, but Y/n was still too out of it to recognize them (or what they were saying to be honest).

“So they’ll be a little loopy for a while,” one of the dentists said to David, causing him to nod. Ollie had already taken a seat beside you and was holding your hand. The dentist then took David out of the room to talk about how to help clean the wounds and give him a list of foods that Y/n could eat while recovering. Ollie wanted to say something, anything to Y/n but they ended up talking before him.

“Whoever is your significant other is lucky because damn you’re hot,” Y/n chuckled slightly as they fell back against the pillows and smiled sleepily as they looked at him. “They’re like really lucky.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that you’re my significant other,” Ollie chuckled with them as he brought their hands up to kiss their knuckles.

“No way!” Y/n said as loud as the gauze in their mouth could allow as their eyes almost fell out of their head. “You’re telling me I bagged you?!”

“You bagged me,” Ollie chuckled in disbelief. He was upset at first that Y/n didn’t tell him sooner, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at them, especially when they said something like that. “If I tell you a word, can you remember it for me?”

“Anything for you, handsome,” Y/n shamelessly flirted as they leaned in a little closer to prop their head against Ollie’s free hand that was resting by their head. 

“The word is ‘pole’,” Ollie said, and Y/n repeated it a couple of times before nodding that they understood it. “Okay, how are you feeling now?”

“I’m feeling tired. I wanna sleep. I wanna eat. I’m hungry. I want someone to tell me what place Ollie is in for the race tomorrow,” Y/n ranted before gasping toward the end, remembering the qualifying session they missed. In the haze, Y/n’s brain never connected that Ollie was sitting in front of them as they went on a rant. “Ollie Bearman is my favorite driver, and I wanna know where he placed. Do you know Ollie?”

“I know of him, yeah,” Ollie said as he bit back a laugh. There was no way he was witnessing this. “I think I know where he placed.”

“Where?” Y/n gasped as they tried to sit up in the bed, but the vitals machine started going off, causing a few personnel to walk in, but Ollie was already pushing them back.

“What was the word from earlier?”

“Pole?” Y/n said confused before it finally connected, “Wait, pole position?”

“Yup, he’s on pole for the feature race,” Ollie smiled at their enthusiasm. “Now, what’s my name?”

“What’s your name? CareBear?”

“Well, yes, but what’s my real name?” 

“Oliver,” Y/n dragged out before the fog cleared enough for them to make the connection. “Wait! Ollie, my CareBear! You’re Ollie!”

“I am,” Ollie chuckled as he leaned over to place a kiss on Y/n’s forehead while the dentists started removing wires and needles from Y/n, so they could leave. Ollie wrapped an arm around their shoulder, knowing Y/n didn’t like needles. He took to whispering reassurance in their ear until they were cleared to leave. Ollie then asked, “You still sleepy?”

Y/n didn’t respond as they were already asleep, so when all of the paperwork was signed, Ollie picked Y/n up to carry them to the car.  The entire ride to the hotel, Y/n was asleep against Ollie’s shoulder until David pulled into the parking spot. That’s when Y/n woke up, stretching their arms above their head.

“I still wanna sleep,” Y/n whined as they leaned back against Ollie. “My legs feel like jelly.”

“I can always carry you again,” Ollie commented already getting out of the car and moving around to help Y/n out. As soon as Y/n stepped out, Ollie’s arm was lifting up their legs to carry them up to their room. Thankfully, David was already leading the way and opening doors for them.

“You’re really working for that Boyfriend Of The Year award, aren't you?” Y/n teased as they plopped their head against Ollie’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know I was in the running,” Ollie joked back as he left a kiss on their nose.

“You’re always in the running,” Y/n pouted before going on another tangent, “Y’know, I’d love to kiss you, but I can’t really feel my lips so I don’t know how that would go.”

“I’ll give you a kiss when you don’t have bloody gauze in your mouth,” Ollie said as he walked up to the door. “Does that sound like a deal?”

“Add some ice cream or smoothies and you’ve got a deal.”

“You can’t drink from a straw, so no smoothies.”

“Buzzkill.”

“Not a buzzkill,” Ollie said simply as he set Y/n down on the bathroom counter, so he could change their gauze. “We’re not risking you getting dry socket.”

“Kissass.”

“How does that make me a kissass?” Ollie chuckled as he helped Y/n down from the counter and to the bed. Ollie fixed the pillows around them to make them comfortable before grabbing an icepack from the freezer. 

“You know the judge of the Boyfriend Of The Year award, and you’re kissing their ass,” Y/n chuckled as they leaned back into the pillows and took the icepacks from Ollie, immediately pressing them against their face. “Let me say, you’re winning.”

“I would hope so,” Ollie retorted, “I should be the only one in the running!”

~~~~~

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[pickingupmymercedes]

Hello! I'm the girl with filthy ideas but this time I'm not here to ask for something dirty. I'm out of my country alone in a university dorm, and I just had my four wisdom teeth removed and I'm extremely spoiled and sensitive, so I just want you to please write something Where Lewis pampers and takes care of his girl during her recovery from surgery, lots of pampering and love. Thank you.

Hiiii my favorite anon!!

I'm soooo sorry it took me a whole month to get this out, I'm sure you're all recovered now, but I hope everything went well ❤️❤️

I drabbled something to apologize for how long it took though?! Hope you like it.

"That's what I'm here for" and "You're spoiling me rotten"

The scent of the dentist lingered on Y/n's clothes even hours after getting home. The surgery, though minor and on her mouth, had left her drained and sore all over.

Lewis had manage to transform their London apartment into a haven. In the living room, where she'd spend the majority of the next week, pillows were strategically placed on the sofa, creating a makeshift nest, blankets draped invitingly, and a fluffy heating pad was nestled at the small of Y/n's back.

The hum of the television played in the background as Lewis kept a close gaze upon his very sleepy and drowsy girlfriend.

Painkillers were neatly arranged on the coffee table beside a glass of water, a bouquet of her favorite flowers added a touch of cheer. He'd even bought a stuffed animal, Patches the Panda with its bandaid and get better message, placed by the tv, a silent promise of companionship.

Lewis had warned everyone he'd be taking meetings from home, determined to be with her until, at least, she could eat solids.

He'd prepped a grocery list a mile long, ensuring a steady stream of healthy and delicious meals wouldn't be a concern.

Y/n sighed contentedly as he brought her closer to him on the sofa. Having Lewis by her side made everything a little less daunting. She drifted to a light doze, the warmth of the heating pad and the gentle murmur of Lewis' voice a soothing lullaby.

The aroma of sizzling garlic and fresh herbs drifted into the living room, jolting Y/n awake. Her stomach rumbled, a sweet reminder that she hadn't eaten much all day. Lewis appeared in the doorway, a chef's towel slung over his shoulder, a content glint in his eyes.

"Alright, sleepyhead," he announced, holding up a bowl steaming a bit and smelling a lot like his tomate soup "Dinner is served."

The plate looked so good it almost made Y/n forget the initial twinge of discomfort she felt when while trying to stretch she felt her stitches. Lewis swooped in before she could even attempt to move again.

"Nope" he said firmly but gently, placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her back against the pillows. "That's what I'm here for."

Lewis propped her up with more pillows, creating a perfect backrest. He placed a small table on her lap, the surface covered with a crisp white napkin where he carefully set down the bowl.

"Let me know if you need anything else," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss on her forehead. "You just relax and enjoy"

Y/n giggled, a genuine, unrestrained sound that warmed Lewis' heart. It was a far cry from the weak smiles and forced joviality she'd managed all day.

Lewis chuckled, returning to the kitchen and reappearing with a glass of cold-pressed juice and a straw. He held it out to her, watching as she took a hesitant sip.

"See?" he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Y/n shook her head, taking another sip. The juice was refreshing, contrasting perfectly to the warm savory flavors of the food.

"Wow," she murmured, surprise evident in her voice. "This is actually really good, Lewis."

"Thank you" he replied with a mock bow. "I'm all booked for the next three to four days but I'm sure I could arrange something for you after that, miss." he jocked as Y/n laughed again.

"You're spoiling me rotten," Y/n said between spoons, the playful smile still tugging at her lips.

"You deserve to be spoiled rotten" he countered sincerely. "Now, finish your food so I can bring you some ice cream. Doctor's orders."

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[zsakuva]

hi saku!! hope you’re doing well :)

i just watched the prince of egypt while recovering from my wisdom teeth surgery and wanted to know: which of your characters would enjoy the movie? :3

I think majority of them would. Even though it's based on the Book of Exodus, secular characters would also enjoy the film.

The ones I know for sure would like it are Andrew, Elias, and Kayson.

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Teeth Headcanons for Modern Warfare Characters

kinda a short one this time. So close to the end of these only Price is left! (might write for Ale and Rudy?? but I mean for the pre-written stuff.) and oh boy its my favorite MacTavish! I had fun making this one. His teeth can hardly ever been seen in the campaign so I had lots of creative freedom. now, onto my teeth headcanons for...

Soap

In contrast to Ghost, Soap brags about having perfect teeth. Without ever getting braces his teeth are straight, fit in his mouth, and he didn’t even need wisdom teeth surgery. He brushes his teeth the majority of nights, but never in the morning, doesn’t floss, and yet he’s never gotten a cavity once! And his gums feel fine! 

Except, if he ever actually bothered to *visit* a dentist they would break every one of those notions to SHREDS! His overbite is REAL and will lead to tooth decay if he doesn’t catch on. He has 2 active cavities that just haven’t reached his nerve yet, if he ever actually *tried* to floss his mouth would look like a MURDER SCENE. And while his lower wisdom teeth did erupt without issue, his upper ones are just HANGING up there, partially erupted and *waiting* to become infected because he cannot clean them. It is by sheer LUCK he has not had a dental emergency yet, someone, please drag this man to a dentist NOW. 

If you look at his jaw you can see that his lower jaw is relatively large hence why I think his lower wisdom teeth would be fine, but I’m also taking the liberty of giving him an overbite because a) I want to goddammit, and b) look at fig 2… just… if I can’t look at that and say possible overbite I don’t know what photo I could say that too.

--

Okay so, I looked up Soap’s actor after writing this, and I don’t think the actor has an overbite so maybe my wishes are dashed but these are also headcanons sooo….. I’ve been as accurate as I can be up till this point let me have this dbfhdjh. Hadir's teeth are different from his actors too! Neil Ellice’s teeth are BEAUTIFUL jezus, pearl whites frfr Soap’s teeth are NOT that shiny.

Fig 1 & 2

Fig 3

[skoolnites]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚: Living Up to the Stereotype

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-> 𝙒𝘾: 1.3k

->𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Y/n is really on her psychology grind and also subsequently in her soccer mom era

->𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Swearing and suggestive content is mentioned (ie sex jokes)

->𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: Y'all I'm sorry I had some last minute school stuff then I wrote most of this after my wisdom teeth surgery and let me tell you my writing sucked. I'm back and wisdom teethless and annoying as ever. Also I'm so sorry if I got some psych stuff wrong I'm a comms major just loved AP Psych in HS. Also with these text messages the first VB GC the blue is hinata but then I realized I'm dumb so in the next images Atsumu is blue.

“When thinking of tests to perform and other theories that have been connected to attraction the first one I consistently found myself researching was the stereotype content model (2002). As a healthy baseline I believe that by trying to match Subject A’s ideal admiration stereotype they will hopefully stereotype me as such. On days Zero to Three (0-3) my main focus will be to start stereotyping as well as create a plan to spend more time with Subject A.”

How hard was it to set up an admiration stereotype, high warmth and high competence, easy.

Warmth could be achieved by some simple support for not only Atsumu but also the rest of the team. Not enough to feel maternal but enough to show she was capable of providing. Reliability was the best way to build up trust. Competence was trickier, Y/n knew she was smart but how to get Atsumu to see that she was smart.

“Hey boys,” Y/n greeting carrying a case of Gatorade for the volleyball team walking over to the bench to set down the case.

“Y/n, you are a godsend,” Suna chuckled, grabbing an orange bottle from the case and passing it to their captain then grabbing one of his own.

The other boys were quick to follow, thanking Y/n then chatting amongst themselves. When Yachi bent down to grab a red bottle she slid into the spot next to Y/n.

“Rumor has it Coach Foster is looking for good tutors for one of his athletes. A little birdie might have put your name down, might want to announce you are available.” The blonde suggested as she held out her hand for a low five which Y/n was quick to comply

“Holy shit Yachi you are the best,” Y/n praised. She could feel the excitement racing up her spine

“Yachi!” Shugo yelled, “Can you help me fill up these bottles?” 

“Yeah I’ll be right over,” She shouted back getting up to help not before sending a little wink towards Y/n

“Oh and Tsumu go to coaches office for a sec please!” The captain called out again. Yachi turned to face Y/n shooting her a quick wink and mouthing “all you babe”. Y/n grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a tweet

./././././././././.

Coach’s office was cool due to the many fans normally making it a great place to congregate but at this moment no amount of cold air would calm down Atsumu’s nerves. He knew he was struggling in a few classes, namely statistics, but it was only because volleyball was his life. UTokyo was his gateway to the Japan National team, a stupid degree in communications wasn’t going to do anything for him once he made the big leagues. 

“I’ve done everything I can do, kid” Coach Foster said, not looking up from his monitor. “Your Stats grade is too low, the Dean informed me that you won’t be able to play in nationals with a failing grade, I have to bench you until you get about a C,” Atsumu’s heart sank

“Coach please, I need this. Volleyball is my life. There are going to be so many scouts at that game. My career depends on that game,” Atsumu begged and Coach Foster turned to hand him a clipboard. The page clipped down was labeled in bold letters, “Tutor Recommendations”. “You want me to get tutored?” Atsumu asked, glancing at the list he saw three names jumping out at him: Kei Tsukishima, Osamu Miya, and Y/n L/n. Tsuki and him got along fine but working with his teammate was a blow to his ego. Samu, easy answer; absolutely not. Yes he is the obvious choice but they’d fight and Atsumu did not want to be patronized by his brother, they left that in high school. Now L/n was not a bad choice, she was smart and he knew a bit about her. Of course those were just the names he recognized from the list; there were a few more names. After a quick twitter and instagram search Atsumu decided against strangers, they all were pre med or like chemical engineering majors and quite frankly those super smart types terrified him, especially the women. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew the smart girls were the hottest and there was no chance he could learn about variables and distribution with steamy tutoring fantasies running through his mind. Y/n was pretty but Atsumu knew her, she wouldn’t go for him and he was pretty sure her and Tsukishima were together. He could handle her. So after practice he grabbed his phone and checked Y/n’s twitter for any tutoring information

It was four am when there was a knock on Atsumu’s door. The disheveled faux blond did not expect to find Y/n, his new tutor, at his door, donned in black tank top and sweatpants, messy hair and glasses slipping down her nose. It was like all of his steamy tutor fantasies had come to fruition. The only thing tying him back to reality was the cold air hitting his bare chest. Y/n fiddled with that paper in her hands while her eyes traveled down his body before landing on his feet. The silence was deafening. Atsumu grew smug as Y/n’s face grew red. She knew he was toned, she knew how hard he trained, she didn’t know she’d be seeing him shirtless this early on into this experiment.

“Um,” The girl fumbled, “So um as we discussed early, these tutoring sessions will be used heavily in my psychology final. I need your written consent for our conversations, online or face to face, to be recorded or documented in some form. I also need to inform you that I am purposefully not telling you about my experiment so as to not skew the results. I will be using deception tactics and need you to sign this form stating that you understand that you are a test subject. The tutoring will be completely real and I will not disregard the fact that you need tutoring. My reactions and actions might be faked in order to shift your emotions. There might be a lasting effect on your emotions and help can be provided for free if you contact me afterwards...” Atsumu was shocked, in a situation straight out of his dirtiest thoughts, Y/n was just spewing information. The girl was still rambling when he took the paper from her hands.

“Just here?” Atsumu asked, pointing at the line for his signature. Y/n nodded, reaching into her sweatpant pocket grabbing a pen. He took the pen and scribbled out a signature.

“Better keep that darlin’” Tsumu winked handing her the paper, “My signatures gonna be worth something someday,” He promptly shut the door leaving the girl stunned but her mission was successful.

“When the tutoring opportunity arose it happened to be the ideal way to build up admiration. If I could prove that I was competent in a domain that Subject A was not, I could stereotype myself as someone above him. Later on I will have to backtrack and set myself up as an equal but for now having Subject A hold me at a higher standard is ideal. An important factor I lacked to acknowledge was that we are both college students. I had not been acting as such, and for this experiment to be successful I need to be my authentic self instead of someone dead set on data. When choosing my next effect to showcase I realized I needed to be active during our tutoring sessions in order to truly get authentic results. I also acknowledge that I have used the SCM unconsciously to stereotype Subject A on my own. A sense of pity has fallen upon my views of Subject A which will also have to be cleared up through other tests as to not create domestic feelings instead of romantic feelings.” 

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[the-whispers-of-death]

maybe a funnier route would be a podcast episode a day or so after reader gets surgery. like idk maybe just their wisdom teeth removed, or maybe smth more major ((like top surgery cough cough)

bro's high and sleepy out of his mind, just staring off into distance for the most part or giggling at everything.

i bet multiple times stone wouldve had to be like "hey-! youre not supposed to do that- *sit down for fucks sake!*"

it probably ends up being a fail and nothing is posted other than a short audio clip of reader just talking about literally nothing with the caption just being like "sorry for no episode this week, one of us just got outta surgery. we failed at staying on topic, see you next week. or the week after that, probably"

~ rusty

I feel like the fans wouldn't even mind not gettin an episode that week, since it means that the other two are taking care of whoever is sick. You do make Actor!Stone sigh constantly, while Actor!Kali is trying hard to hold his laughter in before Stone glares at him.

[glitchedguy]

My thoughts about Mass Effect 2 with a first time playthrough. (no spoilers tho this thread will contain spoilers as it is about stuff i'm doing in my playthrough and the big important missions)

So this one is already off to a rocky start. as i'm using mods to better enhance my experiance, just trying to get a unofficial bug patch fix was already a challenge, I'm downloading everything from Nexus athe Unofficial community patch is 4 gbs big, it was a very slow download. every time i tried to download with the mod manager, it just crashed and broke at 2 gb's. too bad i couldn't just download 1 half and then the other half. thats not how mods work. following that, just getting used to how the game handles was also strange, i will admit i'm using an omni-key seperator mod which makes it so that instead of the space bar doing multiple actions, i can set each action its own key. onto the actual game, the story set up is nicely and we get a look into how things are different. (MAJOR SPOILERS COMING UP NOW) you die... and then you are brought back to life over 2 years of surgery by Cerberus. an organization from he first game that showed up for one mission and then fucked off. (END OF MAJOR SPOILER HERE) the game has 2 new hacking mini games which is a breath of fresh air as 1 is a memory game(i think this becomes easier the more you fail at it so there's no punishment for failing, which is alright) and the other is a match the image kinda game (however, the way its explained is extremely bad) there are also now some quicktime events to do depending on if you're a paragon (goodie) or a Renagade (baddie) and.... its never clear what they are going to do so probably best to get a quicksave before talking to anyone just in case. combat feels a bit more sluggish then the first game and kinda hard to see things. This game is alot more action heavy then the first one. i'm not exactly complaining about that but i did really like the first games handling of the RPG elements it had. i am still at the start of the game so i'll try and let ya know how that all goes tho.

Also i am using 8 mods at this time, the community patch (becasue it fixes alot of bugs and restores things, and corrects lighting in certain scenes), infinite sprint (because walking is too slow), screen shake remover (not as bad as ME1 but still bad enough), easy resource gathering (because i don't wanna have to grind all the shit), and weapon and armor stats (becasue thats easier then trying to work out things with words (or maybe they were actually there and i just missed it)) and a few others just to make my time a bit better. all in all, I'm very excited for this game, if only my wisdom teeth pain was gone so i could actually fucking enjoy the game now.

[gcldfanged]

Just giving a formal hiatus announcement due to my diagnosis. I've already made an appointment with the oncologist, so we will be discussing my upcoming surgery with him in about a week. Afterwards, we will have to schedule when I'm coming to the hospital and go over how long it looks like I might have to stay there. General estimated recovery will be 6 to 8 weeks (or more, seeing as it's an invasive AND complicated surgery), so I'll probably be out of commission for awhile...

I just want to thank everyone who sent me kind words earlier, your support IS greatly helping me process this turn of events.

I'm honestly scared.

I've never had a major surgery of this magnitude before, the most was seeing a dental surgeon for the last half of my wisdom teeth removal since the local painkillers and twilight anesthesia didn't work on me- so that's another concern. I know I will be out entirely for the surgery, but I do have a history of having a high tolerance to strong opioid painkillers (like... I can DRIVE while under the influence of oxy or hydrocodone) and anesthesia.

I will warn them about that, so hopefully it won't be another hurdle in an already difficult looking surgery plan.

I'll keep you posted and thank you again for helping me through what's proving to be a very difficult time of my life.

[emergingghost]

dude, if I have had this year a impacted incisor extraction + 3 dental implants and I'm a really coward person you definitely can have a wisdom teeth surgery 💪🏼

gah that sounds rough nice work getting through that! but so true, I'm just such a major procrastinator and wisdom tooth surgery is technically step 1 towards me eventually getting jaw surgery which I am also keen to put off lol. we are strong tho!!

[nervouswaltz]

also just. i have had a Moderate surgery before and if it was an emergency he would 1000% have not tweeted about it + you can have a major surgery and it won’t be any more life threatening than getting your wisdom teeth out a lot of these things have a lot of different factors our dweamie will be okay and he has so many people who will take care of him in recovery 👍

[usertiff]

TLDR: no rent money, last time i was late w rent by 2 days i got an eviction notice, my cat needs urgent medical help, i’m out of work due to severely debilitating pain. extremely disabled, indigenous lesbian desperately in need of help. also a paragraph about how much i am sorry

my friend said, “nah bestie asking for help isn't shameful in any way. there's strength in knowing what you need,” but i still feel like crud

i am literally sobbing as i post this because i just feel... i feel like a loser, i feel worthless, i feel so many emotions right now because i’m so terrified and tired of asking for help. i’m terrified of people just being sick of me because i’ve needed help before, and i don’t know. i would never shame anyone else for needing help, and i know realistically it shouldn’t be shameful, but i personally feel shame because i feel like a failure. i feel like a loser/worthless/failure because of something that’s completely out of my control, and yet, the feeling is still there. i’m exhausted. i’m exhausted from being in this stressful, urgent situation. so i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i’m asking for help again, i’m so sorry. i feel horrible, i really do. i feel guilty for needing help. i feel sick. i’m trying not to, and i’m trying not to cry, but i’m typing this through very blurry vision rn.

as i’ve mentioned on my blog, i’ve been out of work due to severe chronic pain. i was able to work through my other disabilities. narcolepsy, my shitty mental health auDHD/bipolar, etc. but this chronic pain has been completely fucking debilitating. medical fatphobia tw incoming: i saw a neurosurgeon today and they won’t give me surgery because of “my weight being a risk for post-op complications, such as stitch rips”, so i just have to deal with the pain until i can lose enough they’ll operate on me ????????? i dont know what the hell i’m going to do........... this sucks so fucking bad i just wanna go back to work i hate living like this

my fiance needs her wisdom teeth removed really badly, but we had to cancel her appointment because the money we saved for it had to go to our cat.

possible animal death tw: my cat has bladder stones now................................. last time he had stones it costed almost $1k in surgery. the bladder stones will kill him if not treated, because toxins build up in the body and if he cannot pee... just sldfksldfkj i don’t wanna talk about it. he’s miserable. 

i’m going to have to dip in to our rent money, which was actually our tax money because i’ve not been working so tax money was our saving grace this past month, to keep taking him to the vet. however, last time i was late on rent just 2 days, they gave us an eviction notice and only 7 days to come up with rent. that was a fucking disaster. so i’m TERRIFIED!!!!!!!

i need help so bad. with just surviving being out of work, and now my cat... i’m super annoyed because i was desperate to get my baby sister a doll for her birthday but there’s no way that’s happening now. 

anyway, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for everything. i’m sorry i need help. i’m sorry if you’re sick of seeing me on your dash for like the 3rd time needing major help.

i have set up a gofundme here https://www.gofundme.com/f/uwkhj-help-my-family-survive?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

however, if you’d prefer to donate directly, due to the fact that gofundme takes a big portion of funds, here are my accts:

pypl: selinaaakyle@gmail.com, v: @oraclelauren (3177), ca: $selinaaakyle

every donation is going to be greatly appreciated, and i promise to pay the kindness forward in every little way that i can

please don’t put yourself out to help, but if you can help, my heart goes out to you with forever gratefulness 

[oddballwriter]

EMH and MH guys with an s/o who has a severe irrational medical anxiety? Puts off doctors appointments, gets squeamish with imagery or media depicting medical facilities- If I ever had to go in for a major surgery it would be the end of the world. /lh Sitting in the waiting room to get my wisdom teeth taken, almost sent me into cardiac arrest. I am an adult, and I clung to my poor mother. I will cling to you. I just need..someone to give me a hug after a checkup and not find it stupid, man, like- please help,,hold my hand ; ;

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Warnings: mentions of phobias and irrational fears, panic attacks, and therapy 

Author’s Snip: I only did Tim, Brian, and Evan. I hope that's okay. If you wanted more then tell me who you wanted

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Tim

He gets it

In a way

He doesn't really like being in medical settings either. They remind him of when he was a kid and his mom and doctors were trying to find out what was happening with him (hc)

Tim can obviously manage it but he understands if you can't

He won't ask why you're scared, that's your business

He'll be there for you the entire time and help you calm down

He'll say "Nothing bad is going to happen", not in a "get over it" way, but in a reassuring way.

Nothing bad is going to happen. If it's a check up, they're just going to talk with you and look over whatever it is that they want to look over

If they actually need to do something, like a surgery or test, he knows it can be terrifying on it's own, but you are literally going to be in a room where everyone in there is legally required to know what they are doing and even have a paper that they can only get if they know what they are doing

Tim will drive you to the appointment himself if it helps you commit more

Brian

When you first tell him he laughs and then profusely apologizes when he realizes that you are scared in the way that people usually are

He sort of knows what to do but also doesn't

Tim is really his only example of someone who has some sort of issues with hospital settings. But like I mentioned Tim still goes through with it even if he feels uncomfortable in the atmosphere

He sort of just encourages you to be brave

He won't tell you to suck it up or that you're being dramatic. You have an actually fear, maybe even a full on phobia, so he won't dismiss your feelings at all

Brian will take you to your appointments and even be in there with you in the doctor's office

He doesn't mind sitting there and waiting as you have the check up so long as you are okay with him being there and it helps you be more calm

Evan

It's the same start out with Brian except it doesn't get properly put into his head until you actually have a moment where you canceled because you were too scared, or worse, actually have a panic attack

By then, he's apologized over and over about underplaying your fear

He tries his best to help you by either reassuring that you will be fine and that you are in a room with people who know what they are doing

He tries his best to be there for you

Suggests that you maybe talk to a therapist or someone like that to help you with your fear. Maybe you learned to be that way or something happened. He doesn't know.

What he does know is that you have a fear that could get in the way of a regular life depending on if you have any conditions that need to be checked on, so you really wants you to go see someone so that you're able to control it

[vikingnerd793]

I feel like I blocked 2020 out of my head for multiple reasons. One obviously being the pandemic but also that I got sick with a never diagnosed, mysterious illness for 6 months and I spent 6 months having to work remotely while feeling like my body was shutting down in some way.

I remember the symptoms randomly, miraculously clearing and disappearing entirely in October of 2020, right before AC Valhalla dropped.

The symptoms, I now realize, were eerily similar to what I am experiencing now but now it is far more generalized.

I had a weak neck but just felt sore all the time, so I ended up sitting in recliners a lot. I had what felt like fatigueable weakness in my chest and my arms, especially my left. I had stomach acid coming up when I was sleeping and this feeling like food was not moving right through my esophagus, so I didn't want to eat and when I did, it was very little. I had weakness in my diaphragm that would rear its ugly head, especially when bending over. Looking back the symptoms were actually super minor, but we're incredibly alarming because I just felt so weak and tired all the time.

And then it just went away. I was traumatized from it but said it was maybe just anxiety.

And then 2024 happened. Tattoo appointment, which caused an immune response, and then a wisdom tooth infection 7 days later because my immune system was probably overwhelmed fighting two things at once. Then antibiotics for 7 days before a major surgery that removed four wisdom teeth and drained an abscess. Followed by an allergic reaction to two different new antibiotics. I was tired ALL THE TIME for two weeks and thought it was just the surgery. Then one day I woke up, I had severe weakness in my neck, legs, and blurred vision in my eyes. Every blood panel for the next month convinced doctors nothing was wrong, it was just anxiety (LOL) .... I thought it was maybe an infection that spread from the original or I maybe was having some kind of reaction to something, but tests showed nothing.

Except those symptoms stuck around and fluctuated in severity by the hour and by the day. Eventually the weakness spread to my arms, my chest and my diaphragm (again.....) and now the neck weakness I felt in 2020 felt like complete neck instability. And unfortunately, my throat got involved on top of my esophagus so swallowing is impacted as is my ability to speak. Then my PCP flagged that it may be neurological and only a few things can cause these symptoms...one in particular, the triggers I've had and the symptoms are lining up almost perfectly. Unfortunately.

At first I didn't connect the two periods of illness but I remember in 2020, even when symptoms resolved I couldn't project my voice for a solid 6 months. I couldn't sing in the car, my voice would tire out if I talked for too long. Eventually that faded into the apparent remission of late 2020-2024. And now, thanks to back to back to back immune responses and multiple exacerbating circumstances (medications, and believe it or not, menstrual periods), everything came roaring back magnified and the symptoms are my entire body pretty much.

I got three good years of symptom remission. But I wish they diagnosed whatever this is back in 2020 so 2024 could have been prevented. And yes, stress can cause the illness I am pretty sure this is and I was severely stressed in 2020.

There is really only one autoimmune disease this probably is going to end up being and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. But at least it's an answer and I can start actually treating what has CLEARLY been dormant all this time.

Just sucks that I've spent 9 months out of the last four years traumatized, unsure what is wrong but knowing something us wrong and unable to do a thing about it. Because until they diagnose it, I'm basically beholden to however my body is feeling. And for the last 3 months or so, a good day means I can eat just enough to hold my weight loss to a pound a week, and I can hold my neck up when sitting up or walking around without coughing, and I can watch TV and look at screens without my vision blurring and my eyelids drooping.

This is a personal vent because I actually can't talk long enough to talk to a therapist at the moment or really anyone, so I have to write. And this is the safest place for me to write atm..

I just want to play video games and eat food without choking concerns and feel like a human again. Maybe go for walks idk

I am not naming what this may be yet because it may not be that. Maybe this IS just my immune system freaking out and it will just clear or just needs some immunosuppresants to get controlled. But hey, even if this IS what it sounds like, it's not fatal. It's just brutal, lifelong with some chance of remission and decent chance of minimal symptoms, and it means I likely have to live a very simple, slow moving and exercise minimized life. Which is NOT who I have ever been at all. But it may have to be.