#Clear Braces Yukon

[pbandjesse]

I am pretty exhausted. I am very glad to be home. Today felt a lot more normal after how chaotic yesterday was. I slept pretty well. And I felt alright when I woke up. Using the salonpas on my neck last night really helped. It still hurts but it's a lot better. Im trying it again tonight we'll see if it helps more.

I woke up and felt good. I thought I would like my romper but I ended up feeling weird all day. I don't know why! I love this outfit normally!! But I felt both to frumpy and to sexy?? Like I was just really uncomfortable.

I felt a little weird all morning and I felt like I could have been nicer to James. Like I didn't do anything but I felt like I could have been nicer. And then I didn't like my podcast. I was just feeling off.

And then when I got outside I found what I think is a bullet?? Next to the car?? Super weird. I thought it was just a piece of metal but I'm not sure. I showed it to Heather and she agrees it seems to be a bullet. Wild wild wild.

Camp was good though. A bit cold this morning. And I put a sweatshirt and walked around for a bit. They patched the dining hall and it was much more picked up. The nurse's office got a tarp over it. Day camp was back. Things were good.

I had a nice talk to Heather and sat in the office for a while. Eventually Cecilia and Annabelle came into the office and we discussed packing up supplies and getting ready for the end of camp. I offered to store all their stuff so we don't have to have it in Yukon. And everyone agreed so I would make sure 4 cabinets were clear and put labels on them.

And that lead me to want to start organizing and packing my own stuff. So then the art building looked like it was exploding it was such a mess pulling things out to pack and organize.

Which was very fun for me! I also made time to work on my painting. I got a lot done. In adding in texture and detail. I would sit outside and look at the building and I felt like I was getting good stuff done.

And the Hannah my cit came and she had a full leg brace on!! Cause apparently after she left yesterday she fell and jacked herself up. It's the same leg she had knee surgery on last year. So I was very worried for her. And she was apologetic for leaving early tomorrow because of her fall, that I didn't even know happened, so she brought me a cake pop!! I love cake pops so it was such a nice gesture even if it wasn't necessary.

She would work on organizing some boxes of materials to consolidate and get rid of trash. Because it's so hard for me to throw things away. She was super helpful and made it a lot easier on me. I would get a ton done inside while she worked outside.

And the groups would be good. Only one in the morning. Top bar made great art as always. And I worked on my knitting and my painting and enjoyed them making pretty things.

And then I had a two hour break. Which was nice because I got so much more done on the building. It's going to take all week but progress is progress.

Blanche was there borrowing bracelet string and she brought me a rubber snake to paint that belongs to one of her campers. I was happy to help and the camper was so happy when she got it back. She kept saying she loved me. It was very sweet. I hope the paint sticks.

Lunch was fine. The tater tots were nice. The sandwich was boring. I had brought pasta salad from whole foods so I wasn't hungry. I mostly just enjoyed sitting with the other specialty staff. I'm glad Ty has made friends in the YLPs, but I do miss him eating with us. I still had fun with Celia and Annabelle and Antonio. We had our specialty sauce and I showed them all the trinkets in my backpack. And it was nice.

The afternoon went well. My day campers did great stockade was nice. I organized beads. Poppy, a top bar girl, who didn't want to do BB guns, would come hang out with me and helped organize beads and I let her DJ and chose all the songs. Mostly Disney songs and the Barbie sound track.

The boys were good. But I was not happy with Jorge because he had a pretty bad cough and if I get sick I'm going to be furious with him. They all made good art but I felt really bad when two boys bracelets exploded when we tried to tie them. I felt so bad! Especially when the one told me it was his last week at puhtok ever!! He got a job at Rita's. I'm happy for him but still sad!! The children are growing up.

After my last day campers left I went down to the office to talk to Heather and Alexi about my fall schedule and plan. I'm going to do Tuesday to Friday 8 to 4, with Monday being a work from home office hours situation. Answering emails and such. I am very pleased with that. And I explained how the lesson plans are going to go and how I'm going to streamline everything. Heather is excited and is happy with the progress I've made. I told her what my plans were for writing out the lesson plans over the next week or so. And we are going to set up a new email address for feild trips and start reaching out to schools in the next week. Amazing. I'm excited.

I also chatted with Chris about a flag idea he had for next summer. Which I would take charge of and I think will be fun. Basically he wants me to sew little flags for the counselors to put their badges on. So I'm going to do some research for that too. Supplies and such. I have some ideas and I'm excited to put that together for him.

I had the horse girls last. And they did a good job. And because they were so self sufficient I was able to work on my painting. Which they kept telling me was so pretty and good. Which felt very nice.

After the horse girls left Hannah asked to try inverting on my silks. And she was very scared but she did it and I was very proud of her for not being scared. I would also hang from it s lot today. Working on stretching more. I am still get cramps in my calves which is frustrating but at least my neck is doing a little better.

I was glad to be done for the day. After Hannah left I locked up the building and went home.

People were driving very silly but I got back to my neighborhood in one piece. I went to Walgreens and got more of the salonpas patches and got my prescription. I was a little annoyed when I realized she never asked for my insurance. She was just goj g to charge me $39 when it was actually free with my insurance!! The card just hadn't been on file. But I figured it out before I paid anything and got my medication for free and was much happier.

They were fixing the gate on the front door so I got stuck for a moment. The guy was very apologetic but I was like. No it's okay!! You are doing your job!!

And then I was able to get home. I parallel parked. Very proud. James was making tomato soup from scratch. It smelled excellent.

I took a shower and washed my hair while James finished dinner. And we ate together on the couch. The food was very good. And it gave me the energy to work on my planning for an hour. I got some more layout down and some writing for the first program. I will keep working on it for sure but it's going well.

Since then me and James have just been resting together. Watching videos. Sweetp was being very bad but I still want to cuddle him even if he keeps attacking me.

We are watching videos now. Sending silly pictures back and forth. But now I am ready to go brush my teeth and go to sleep. I have really been happier coming home. I love staying at camp but I'm coming to terms with being okay with not feeling forced. I can stay sometimes, I can come home when I want. Everything is fine.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourself. Until next time.

[ceilidho]

this is the 1900s serial killer Ghoap fic that i was working on in the beginning of December that i've since dropped (just for a bit) because i had to write 12k of Johnny being a perverted coworker.

this is not gonna make sense but i tend to write in pieces, so i've marked [MISSING] in between paragraphs where i intended to write more but never got around to it.

tagging: @charliemwrites @ohbo-ohno @kaadaaan @moongreenlight @soapskneebrace only if u guys have anything you'd wanna share :)

“And I don’t need to tell you to keep your eyes peeled for bears.”

Johnny’s eyes flick up momentarily to the man looming over him, before travelling back down to his pack. The smell of gin clings to the man’s clothes. It makes Johnny’s nose wrinkle. He’s another one of those men with their red-stained cheeks and avid compulsion to hear themselves speak, no matter what comes out of their mouths. Likely spends more time gambling and drinking in the saloon than he does sleeping out in the woods in bear territory.

“Aye,” he grunts, tying the last knot holding his pack together, the strain making his fingers cramp. “Hard to live ‘round here and not have a run with a bear or two.”

“Seen too many chaps get into a bad tangle with a bear,” the man sighs, beleaguered, forlorn like he’d warned the lot of them only for those other men to brush off his words and head into the forest unawares of the dangers of bears. “Come back broken. Ears torn off, flesh mangled. Some don’t come back at all; probably rotting in the snow or eaten already, God bless their souls. Can’t say I didn’t do my part though—my conscience is clear! Did my part!” He hiccups the last bit.

Johnny hums away, shifting his attention to a boot that’s come unlaced in the time since he sat down in the bar earlier that evening for a drink while penning his last letter back home for the foreseeable future. It’ll likely be as long as half a year before he’ll be able to write home again. The letter now sits tucked in the front pocket of his pack, which he’ll drop off at the post office tomorrow morning before meeting up with Graves to go over the route. 

“Y’ever had a run-in yerself?” Johnny grunts, not bothering to look up at the other man. He makes sure to lace up extra tight this time, double knotting. 

“Well, I’ve seen ‘em from a distance, haven’t I?” he booms, a loud, bellowing laugh coming out of him, the force of it making him sway on his feet. Johnny grimaces slightly, bracing himself in case the man topples over onto him, but a hand with thick, swollen fingers clutches at the table, keeping him upright. “Got some common sense instilled in me!”

“Aye. Rare enough ‘round here.”

The pub is thick with hopefuls as usual, clamorous and easy to ply with liquor and false dreams. It’d been dark when Johnny arrived and it’s dark now when he glances outside, the windows long since fogged up and beaded with condensation. He can vaguely make out the windows from the dance hall on the other side of the street, but not much else. 

Prospectors still regularly pass through town on their way to the goldmines, stopping in town only long enough to spend their money on furs and drink before making the trek inland to the Klondike. Only a small handful of them come back better off than when they left. Most come back withered and depleted, finding only death and disease out in the Yukon. 

The three-month trek to the goldfields means that hardly anyone ever comes back. The terrain is tough, nothing like the rugged mountains and flat lands across the pond. Nothing like home. The forests in this country are dense and old, even after centuries of logging; it’ll be a century more before they’re stripped bare, as far as Johnny’s concerned. Spruces cover the land like the dark hand of God. 

“Grab us another round and I can give you some more advice,” the man offers. “Got enough in me to write a book.”

“Much appreciated, but uh, I’ve got to go see a man about a horse,” Johnny says, finally standing up and shouldering his pack. “If ye dinnae mind.”

The man baulks at the size of him, the colour leaching from his cheeks; it’s always the case when he rolls back his shoulders and stops playing at the quiet Scot. It, frankly, shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone, but Johnny’s become adept at making himself seem small, unthreatening. 

“Right,” the other man coughs, glancing away to another group of men just a few tables over. Probably scolding himself for not joining them earlier. “You get on then. Best of luck.” 

He takes off before Johnny’s had a chance to bid him farewell, but it’s for the best. He’d come for a bit of solitude before being interrupted towards the end of writing his letter, no amount of polite nodding and hunched shoulders seemingly enough to dissuade the man. Obviously drunk. 

Despite the years in this country—just a handful of them, going on five by the journal in his pack, but they cling to the new folds in his face like a weatherbeaten coat—the cold never ceases to catch him by surprise. He shivers as it penetrates his heavy coat. He wrenches his hat down to cover his ears as much as possible. 

The trees are sparse this time of year, nettle-thin trunks spearing up into the firmament. The trees here were razed years ago, back when the boomtown first sprang up in the wake of the gold rush, only a few remaining along the outskirts. Nothing like the wilderness just beyond the threshold of town; nothing like the forest that Johnny will be venturing into in just a few more days. The lush, dense pinewood spreading out to the edges of the world. 

The boards from the makeshift path creak under his boots on the walk back to his room. Snow has already rotted away the bulk of them, the wood soft and easily crushed if one steps on the wrong part of the board. 

Johnny’s been in and out of this town for as many years as he’s lived in this country and still he’s never quite gotten accustomed to the damp, earthy smell mixed with the thick scent of smoke. Always a fire going. Always a group of men huddled outside the saloon puffing away, smoke rising into the night sky. Only the red embers visible in the dark and their silhouettes outlined by the golden light spilling out from the saloon. 

His room at the inn is the same as the season previous—a single cot fitted with a sheet and a top cover, a sink in the corner, and a chair to hang his coat and hat on. The innkeeper’s wife serves some meat stew in the dining room. It keeps his belly warm and that’s all that matters. Johnny recognizes a face or two and takes a seat across from one of them at the communal table.

He sleeps like the dead back in his room. Best to stock up on sleep while he’s still got a warm bed, not bivouacking in the middle of the woods.

[MISSING]

It’s not the first time they’ve gone on a hunting trip together and it won’t be the last. Phillip Graves is placed solidly in the middle of the albeit short list of men that Johnny has spent far too many consecutive months in the woods with, but he’s also, unfortunately, the most reliable and readily available. Not a half bad shot either. He also has something that Johnny, an immigrant from a working class family in Aberdeen, could not hope to possess: the funds for a six-month long hunting expedition. 

Johnny waits impatiently all morning for word from Graves. There isn’t a set time when they’re supposed to set out, but there is an approximate time for when Johnny will have to start considering other partners, other avenues. It makes him antsy—the last correspondence he’d received from Graves was over a month ago, confirming the date that he’d been arriving in town. Nothing since. He’s overdue as well, almost a day late and not a letter or telegram to the post office to let Johnny know when to expect him. 

It’s frustrating because the alternative isn’t Johnny sitting the season out. He’ll either have to go it alone or join another party that he might not have originally considered back when he had the luxury of making arrangements. 

[MISSING]

“Took yer sweet time gettin’ in, huh?” Johnny snorts, collapsing into the chair opposite Graves.

“I was uh, indisposed,” the man drawls, cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth, barely held in place with the way his lip twitches against a grin. Johnny wrinkles his nose.

“‘Bet ye were. And supposin’ I figured ye were never comin’ and found someone else to take yer place.”

Graves snorts. “Then I’d have a nice bourbon, stay in town for a week, and catch the next train back to Washington. Maybe spend the winter in California instead.”

“Glad I stuck around then. I got traplines up in the mountains that I wasnae keen on bringin’ down alone.”

“Beaver?”

“Aye. Ye can make another pompous fuckin’ hat out’ve it when we bring ‘em down,” Johnny laughs.

[MISSING]

A man sitting by a window on the far side of the bar catches Johnny’s eye. Hard to say what exactly draws his attention in—something about the aura of doom and dread that hovers over him like a cloud, dead eyes staring down at his drink almost without blinking. His face is sallow and gaunt, beaten down by more than the weather. Johnny can smell it from across the room—the stench of something horrible, clinging to him like death clings to a body. 

“His brothers haven’t come back yet,” Graves explains under his breath, uncharacteristically sombre. “I heard from, uh…well, it doesn’t really matter. Town chatter. Brothers went bear hunting around late spring last year—they were supposed to be back by early autumn that same year, the latest. Poor bastards are probably bear scat by now.”

“Jesus, Phillip,” Johnny hisses, turning his gaze away from the man by the window.

He shrugs. “No reason to sugarcoat it. Men go bear hunting and don’t come back? Bear hunted them down first. That’s how it works. Not everyone gets to come back.”

Johnny hesitates over his next question, but it comes out regardless of decorum or tact. “Were they around where we’re headed?”

Graves sucks in air through his teeth, pursing his lips. “…Not exactly. They would’ve been close by, within a hundred miles or so, but not close enough that we could go look for ‘em ourselves, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Nae, I was just—”

“Oh, or were you asking ‘cause now you’re worried we might be next?” Graves clucks, rocking back in his chair, little impish grin making an appearance for the first time in awhile. “Aw, Johnny boy, you know I wouldn’t lead you into any danger. Besides, bears are all gone this time of year. Hibernating.”

“Aye, I ken,” Johnny snaps, flushing. “Never mind; it doesnae matter anyway.”

[MISSING]

Morning comes with a brush with death, as sometimes is the case.

The human world goes quiet twenty miles outside of touch, only the squeaking of the snow beneath their boots and the slippery sound of water over rocks in the nearby creek, still fluid and moving despite the veritable blanket of snow covering the forest. The animal world is quiet too, but for different reasons. Not for lack of creatures nearby. 

Standing atop a ridge, Graves halts and gestures with his rifle towards a moose calf stumbling out of a brush, shaking off a dusting of snow. Johnny stills by his side, sharp eyes darting across the valley, searching for any movement. The calf can’t be older than six or seven months, still gangly despite the fat it’s put on over the summer and autumn months. Its sharply pointed shoulder humps undulate with every step, slightly awkward traversing across the valley in its first real snowfall. 

Graves levels his rifle at the calf, arms steady when his finger glides over the trigger. Johnny stills him with a hand on his shoulder, giving a firm shake of his head when Graves’ head turns to him. His lip curls back, annoyed, until Johnny lifts his chin towards the brush that the calf emerged from just a few moments ago and both men watch as the mother lumbers out. 

The cow is bigger than her calf, almost three times its size, her midriff packed with muscle. The mother and calf are quiet as they trample through the snow, neither one of them making so much as a sound. 

“S’too close,” Johnny murmurs, squatting down enough to duck out of sight. Graves reluctantly does the same. “She’ll make it over the ridge before we have a chance to reload

“When’d you become some big, sooky fella?” Graves grumbles, rolling his eyes. It’s said under his breath though, cautious as the two of them watch the mother and calf amble off into the forest, waiting until the brown of their hides melds into the densely packed firs on the outer edge of the valley.

It’s never pleasant to watch a potential meal wander out of sight, but in the years he’s lived in this country, Johnny’s grown used to the idea of not seeing himself as the biggest, toughest animal. He’d grown up with that sense in Scotland, back where the biggest animal around was a highland cow, but it’s been beaten out of him, eradicated after seeing men come back from hunts with broken arms, punctured lungs, and all manner of grievous injury for thinking themselves invulnerable. Humility is not a gentle teacher. 

“We’re here for mink and beaver,” Johnny reminds him. “‘Sides, even if ye did kill it, we dinnae have the space in our packs for a whole moose pelt, never mind two.”

“You’ve clearly never had moose meat before,” Graves says, brushing him off. When he shoulders his rifle, he seems disaffected enough by the whole thing, but there’s a tightness around the corners of his mouth that betrays his irritation. 

“We have the rations. Nae worth using up all our ammo.”

“Rations that could be spread out longer in case somethin’ keeps us longer than expected,” Graves snaps, finally letting some of his anger out. 

His temper is one of the reasons that while Graves is higher than most men on Johnny’s list of suitable hunting partners, he stays firmly in the middle of it. Johnny’s learned to navigate the tightrope of Graves’ temper without tripping over onto either side, but it’s exhausting work. It means that for the months they make camp and hunt together, Johnny stays constantly on edge, mindful of his words and actions, cognizant of not pissing off the only other man with a gun for a hundred miles in any direction. 

[MISSING]

“I hear ye…” he says carefully, “but we have some time before that’s a concern. I’ll set up a couple traps, try to get some hare or squirrel if it comes down to it.”

That seems to appease Graves, though he doesn’t respond. 

[MISSING]

For weeks, they trek across the province, ever so often lucky enough to come across an old deer camp. The deer camps don’t offer much more than a wood-burning oven, a table to play cards on, and an old bunk bed with moth-eaten sheets, but they’re a far cry from pitching a tent out in the snow. Only once do they find a porcupine curled up on the bottom bunk of the cabin, which Johnny manages to corral outside without ending up with a face full of quills.  

[MISSING]

He wakes up one morning to find Graves’ camp covered in a layer of snow. Empty. 

It’s not immediately alarming, but it is concerning. The sky is clear now, the snowfall having stopped probably a couple hours ago, so it means that Graves hadn’t just gone off to relieve his bladder. He would’ve been back by now if so, or at least would’ve cleaned off his tent. 

Johnny forgoes breakfast in favour of lacing up his boots and pulling his coat on. The only set of footprints are soft, blanketed by a thin layer of snow meaning that it’d still been snowing whenever Graves left. His concern deepens into worry. 

The woods are no place for a man alone. Hardly a place for a pair of men, but at least with two, there’s the semblance of safety in numbers. 

A crow bursts out of the upper branches of a conifer, sending a dusting of snow up into the air. It feels like a portent. 

The footprints lead deep into the woods, farther than Johnny would’ve expected. He passes a patch of yellowed snow against the side of a tree and then follows them as they lead away from the tree, in the opposite direction of camp. 

[MISSING]

The bottom of his stomach drops out from under him as he rounds the tree. Graves is sat against the tree, his arms and legs splayed out in front of him as if in repose. He can tell it’s Graves because of his clothes—his familiar monogrammed coat and pristine leather boots. Under different circumstances, it might’ve been harder to identify because Graves’ head has also been cut off at the neck, crudely cut away from his body. Missing entirely from his body. 

Johnny’s ears ring. He doesn’t feel the shallowness of his breathing until his vision goes fuzzy at the edges. Even his arms feel too heavy to lift. He drops the rifle into a soft mound of snow beside him when his hands go slack. 

Graves’ ungloved hands are white as the snow around him, the colour leached from his skin. It’s the jarring contrast of the intact snow around his body that makes the hair on the back of Johnny’s neck stand on end. 

Only the faintest amount of blood stains the snow, hardly enough to entail that Graves had been alive whenever he’d been decapitated. There’s a small comfort in that; there’s no comfort in knowing that someone felt the need to mutilate his corpse after murdering him. 

Fear reduces his world to just the skin holding his body together. Everything outside of him feels foreign and hostile. 

WIP Wednesday

I fucked off for a good while so I know @direwombat and @g0dspeeed tagged me and I thank them for including me in the fun even if Im a month late to the party 🫡 This is a massive jump in the single mom/blind date verse but the idea reminded me of a story I was told and I couldn’t help but laugh and incorporate it into the overall story. Remember to go to your follow up appointment after a vasectomy, kids

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Kate sits with her coffee in hand, watching as Love settles into the chair across from her, visibly pleased with the prospect of her own coffee.

They’re usually fond of companionable silence, a murmured morning in the greeting (Not good morning, as Love is never a willing morning person), before sticking their noses in their respective tablets and fiddling with emails and tasks despite this supposed to be a time for break.

Kate is neck deep wheeling and dealing as usual when she hears displeased muttering across the table. Glancing up, Love has her coffee in hand and a sour look on her face. “Everything alright?” She asks as the muttering continues.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Kate is not following. “You’re going to what?”

Love has a face as serious as a heart attack, eyes narrowing at Kate across the way. “I’m going to succeed where terrorist cells across the world have failed, and I am going to kill John Price.”

Given Love’s pleasant mood not two minutes ago, Kate can’t help but wonder what the hell happened in such a short time span that John’s landed himself in hot water.

“What’d he do?” Ever nosy, Kate’s penchant for learning everything has served her well at her job.

“I’m fucking pregnant. Again,” she elaborates while gesturing at the coffee with her free hand.

“Ignoring the fact that you announcing you’re going to kill him makes it premeditated- before you go to prison for the murder of a S.A.S. Captain, do you want to,” Kate pauses as she pretends to think, “I dunno, maybe pee on a stick?”

“This,” another gesture to the coffee, “is better than a blood test. The only stick I need is the one I’m going to shove up his ass.”

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even if yar tail got docked   with out anesthesia by a pretty lass see still...Yukon feel melancholy nonetheless juiced buffer end me like ya know throw   a boner en re:coe Fermi can catch.

Me - iz one hippie dawg, who sports hair reed style like a veil longish, and minimally groomed, asper an antagonistic, sans brothers Grimm tale

with no intent to rant nor rail searching fur gallivanting   female nursery rhyme minus a quail boot...with jack and his pail,

which known storybook   quite old as a rusty nine-inch nail stating dogmatic, humanistic and lyric words once adored by this older Socratic male

offers himself as a bona fide   potential Petsmart call soul mate hale and hearty without any major Def Jam organ fail yore, beardless yet scruffy,

  I wear spectacles rather bifocals bare lee stay put on me snout   to see the world more crystal clear especially when chaste   to impress a bitch in heat -

  like ye mud dear whom height welcome   letting me nibble on one or t'other ear of yours, now trotting along on my yipping badinage whim per with poetic trademark flair,

which doggerel seems unstoppable probably from a malfunction milk bone shaped cerebral gear aye attest trademark viz   somewhat long wavy, course brown hair

might also involve well tangled follicular roots affirming me to hear snapping jeer ring boxer bullies, which floppy mop top in tandem to firm undersized gluteus maximus or hmm rear oft times incites other mongrels to stare

yet, the ability to camouflage Ike coon sitter a bonus, akin to a camel lion or if you prefer chameleon, this trait stems when Aztec,   my faux pas amidst Mayan

Runic ruins, where traipsing   for long stretches of time ah stopped to chat with Ryan a local junkyard hound, which   at human years over 100 keeps on tryin

to survive within   dog eat horse meat world, where canines sprang from wolverine zoo and as a complete stranger introduced muss elf as "man's best friend" to you

from a place in mind known as xandu which could afford room enough for two if ye would only stand or sit in this queue similar to waiting in a cloistered pew

But better grab a place   before places number few from those who utter yabba dabba do. I blithely admit not to be a stud just a recent emigre hoisted himself out of the mud from that antediluvian flood

like some garden variety muggle   with a male member dud but rather a regular bovine chewing his cud and just wanna be a companionable bud. no intent to be neither indecent nor lewd,

which rapid-fire reply   helps my anxiety-riddled mood unsure what level of interest exists   toward this ordinary dude for reasons and rhymes,   i scratch my flea gnawed head and brood. most people find my poetic attempts unclear

and get quite frazzled - with nostrils that flair like some fire breathing dragon   filled with rage and glare all on account of human desire for friendship,

and some woman for me to care which closeness worth   far more than gems, jewels and trinkets so...if a safe risk taking mood, i would be interested for ye to share.

literary enjoyment and   entertainment primary reason i write from a little known wayfarer that trawls the virtual seas this night

whereby my being pitched to and fro which forces necessity   to hold on with all me might. care not for this playful male ye seem quite desperate a guy to nail,

I could benefit from someone to play the role of inxs bare naked lady and super tramp   (ah bet she iz jist a cheap trick), this jack rustle of no trades   could enjoy a gal to hold his pale. oh...fair and lovely princess

  in this surreal and virtual space might thee put down the drawbridge with mush ado of a quick pace and no need to feign shock   nor surround thyself with defenses to brace against some maliciousness on my part -

just a wandering troubadour able, eager, ready willing to show his smart pedigreed fact sheet, and maybe even other parts of his anatomy with dignity and amazing grace.

Sangfroid persona makes joie de vivre the perfect human to adopt, and more fun than a wii ill that chased a monkey named zee row, who aims tubby yar beau.  

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At Red Dirt Orthodontics, Dr. Kolton Erickson and his professional team are dedicated to provide the best, professional and friendly care to their patients throughout their orthodontic treatments. They also educate them on basic orthodontic practices. Dr. Kolton Erickson treats patients of all ages, and is the best orthodontist in Oklahoma City 

What is Invisalign

Invisalign is the latest technology to straighten teeth using almost invisible aligners, which are very comfortable, unlike the traditional metal braces.

What is the process

Invisalign treatment involves series of nearly invisible, completely removable aligners that have to be changed every couple of weeks with a new set of aligners.

Each aligner is manufactured individually for your teeth and personal orthodontic needs, and is unique or every patient.

Braces on the other hand, consisted of metal brackets, which were glued to your teeth and tied together with wires and tiny rubber bands. Nowadays, you can get brackets, which perfectly match your enamel color (making them more discrete).

Clear braces are conventional metal braces but with clear brackets.

Dr. Kolton Erickson gives each of his patients’ ample time, and proves to be the top orthodontist in Yukon.

Braces vs Invisalign, Which Will Work Best for You?

BRACES:

Braces are more effective for more complex issues like for those patients who have highly distorted teeth. Since they are fixed, therefore, people have to worry less about leaving them out. Hence less self-discipline is required for a successful treatment. They also don’t need any extra cleaning steps besides regular brushing and flossing. But everything good has some cons too. These traditional braces may cause pain, discoloration of teeth or breakage due to the hassle of wires and brackets or tooth movement. There are many food and drink restrictions if braces are used.

INVISALIGN:

While on the other hand, invisalign prove to be an ideal solution to the above problems. They are almost invisible and hence give the patients more confidence while smiling. They are removable, thus you can remove them while eating, drinking, brushing and hence maintain a regular hygiene. There are no wires, thus no discomfort is caused. The only thing to look out for is that you have to take care of your aligners and not forget where you put them when you remove the aligners. 

Invisalign is not considered to be ideal for Patients with:

·        Bridgework

·        Back tooth bite issues

·        The need to rotate canines or premolars

·        The need to move teeth vertically

·        Lack of discipline to keep trays in for at least 22 hours daily

Braces on the other hand are not considered to be ideal for patients playing rough contact sports regularly. 

Is it a good choice

Compared to adults, younger children are less concerned with the appearance of teeth.

On the other hand adults, especially those in the professional world, are more interested in a clear, removable, comfortable orthodontic appliance like Invisalign.

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