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Modern Dental Implants Can Help You Restore Your Smile

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cosmos

late night self-reflective asks || accepting!

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

intended as the follow-up to this other ask

“... But why Goldheart though?!” 

“What is it, the rippling muscles? His cut physique? His height? The sculpted jawline? Because it sure isn’t his smile. Does PEACE not offer proper dental coverage? I mean, the BHO doesn’t either, but we’re evil, and not providing reasonable health benefits to your employees is one of the most basic kinds of capitalist evil there is! But somehow the paragon of heroic virtue can’t fix his face?” 

“It just makes you want to punch them right out of his mouth. I’m going to do it! I’m going to do it one day and I’ll keep them as a trophy. And he’ll look ridiculous, and you’ll see it, and you’ll regret crossing the greatest super-genius of our generation for a toothless clown with an annoyingly on-the-nose dye job!” 

....

“... Um. Anyway. Best of luck in prison.” 

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Do Sitting Ducks Take Acid

Woke up today with the same fear I wake up to everyday.  The mail on the table isn’t addressed to me.  But I’ve been known to break the law here and there.  So I read the open letter anyways.  The federal government with the news of the oncoming impending doom.  Twelve hundred in the bank account.  Sincerely.  President Donald J. Trump.  It feels surreal.  A sittin’ duck listenin’ the broken record skip for the past four years.  The loop echoes in the news and Facebook comments.  But just now recognizin’ that every revolution brings you back to where you started.  Recognize you’re stuck in the loop and there’s no way to spin on.  Move past it.  Pick up the needle at his signature copied to millions of people.  It’s real.  There’s nothin’ left to do now but face it.  And hope you can jump the acid loop.  Skip past election day.  And it’s all over.

All things must pass.  Everyone out here strokin’ the Beatles off.  But don’t wanna face the reality of George Harrison’s oncoming impending doom.  All things must pass.  The lines of ecstasy drip into the nosebleed.  Eventually come down.  Left sweaty and shirtless in your room.  Alone.  Watchin’ Big Bird sing at Jim Henson’s funeral.  Made it through years of revolution.  Revolution is comin’ to a doorstep near you come this November.  Look outside.  Wish the sun good morning.

Grow up.  Jim Henson’s dead man!  Step on the porch.  Nose clogged with baby lax and amphetamines as the hundred from unemployment unravel into ones.  Light a cig with coffee as the sunrises.  Maybe it’s the ketamine or acid or the fuckin’ coffee.  But step outside and realize you don’t remember how to get to Sesame Street.  And the neighbors you’ve lived next to for three years but don’t know their names don’t wanna see this shit outside their doors every morning.  Shit man.  There’s kids that live here.  They don’t wanna see you gaspin’ for air.  Hidin’ from the sunlight.

“I’m fine grandma.  Just sat down to play Scooby-Doo with the homies.”  Heathcliff the Big Cheese spits the oncoming impending doom into the phone.  Another story for her to tell her friends.  The needle keeps spinnin’ on the edge of the wax.  He tells you if you don’t beat the game the whole world is gonna implode.  Shit.  Between the Pentagon confirmin’ the dude from Blink-182 isn’t just a cook from our childhood but was onto aliens long before the CIA.  California is lookin’ like Blade Runner 2049.  Or some other movie set Hollywood uses to make underdeveloped countries look overly polluted.  A facist is paying our rent while plannin’ a coup.  And the hundreds of thousands dead are just sacrifices to keep Wall Street above the risin’ sea levels in the midst of a pandemic.  2020 is really turnin’ into some type of apocalypse film.  Arthur Lee always said the news of today will be the movies of tomorrow.  But I’m not so sure I wanna stick around to see the ending.  Not sure if I want this chapter included in my semi-autobiographical choose your own great American adventure novel.  I want the thrill of meetin’ new people and them sayin’ they’ve heard a lot about me.  Just don’t know if this is a part I want them to hear.

Drag on the cig while takin’ in the drag of reality outside the living room.  The grass seems more vivid.  More harsh.  But the neighbors don’t see the cosmos exhaled.  They don’t see the constellations of ash and clouds smoked through your nostrils to avoid a dry socket and another couple hundred dollar dental bill.  They don’t see the cliche survival story of hours spent researchin’ sellin’ plasma to pay the bill.  They don’t see that me and my friends are out here birthin’ our own cosmos.  We know the world can be as simple as Fraggle Rock.  And now without Jim Henson it feels like someone is pullin’ the puppet strings in a different direction.

We are the lonely and desperate people John Sinclair told you about.  We collage together sound bites and Harmony Korine B-rolls.  News broadcasts and Instagram photos.  Makin’ our own vibe boards.  Boredom is the vibe.  Cause no matter how far you move the needle.  You keep revolve in the same loop.  The constant struggle to make the moment bearable.  The Guilty Undertaker tries to drone it out behind chord organs and omnichord beats.  File it under the audiobooks on Bandcamp.  Like some self-help book that didn’t include an instruction manual.  It reads like noise.  But in relative pitch plays back like a symphony on the reel to reel.  But it just revolves back to where you started.  Nothing.

“Yeah.  I think hating yourself is just part of your twenties.”  PJ Banana tells you this.  While pissin’ into the oncoming impending doom in my front yard.  Takes a bump with a Gumby like omnipresence.  Downs the beer with toddler like chaos but is too old for childhood games like kick the can and nitrous oxide.  Somethin’ about that last third makes ya puke up all the drunken coherence.

We resist.  We take the streets.  We play rock and roll music in sweaty basements till one in the morning.  Record revolves in the living room.  Nobody is listenin’ to any of it.  No matter how much the record skips we just fall into the loop.  We grow into somethin’ we hate.  Throw in the towel after he says he deserves a third term for reckless endangerment.  Then pack it up for the burbs.  A place the news and movies don’t wanna go.  Replace the familiar characters of Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster with Phil the dentist who treats himself to another year of golf at the club on your unnecessary root canal financed by your plasma.  The lobotomizing mundane doesn’t hurt as much as the oncoming impending doom.  Call it god or Santa Claus.  But at the end of the day we’re still gettin’ punished.

Unwind in a hammock without the sound of duster cans firin’ in the distance.  Unsure if your actions are an ironic joke at your own expense.  You always said don’t take yourself so seriously.  Shove metal through your flesh.  The good memories never stay.  Only the nasty wounds scar.  You let your life imitate the art you once lived.  Masochistically ink yourself.  Tattoo the good memories that burnt up with the braincells from aluminum foil bowls.  You don’t remember the stories.  But you can still see Skaterino outside the club askin’ where the party’s at.

You can’t see his face or the Carhart beanie that probably stays on durin’ sex.  But you can see his smile.  Nicotine stains in his teeth glisten with childlike optimism at the oncoming impending doom.  Every morning I wake up with the same fear his question left with me that night outside the ol’ OLL.  Every morning I wake up to the shower head I don’t recognize.  But the familiar dirt on the ground.  Every morning I wake up to images of people that did terrible things to their bodies taped to my walls.  Everyday I wonder if I know where the party is at when I wake up.  A room of burnouts and drunks like sittin’ ducks gets you the fix we all crave when they say they’ve heard a lot about you.  We all live in the hopes someone else shares our urban legend to people we may never know.  A room of burnouts and drunks like sittin’ ducks in the rain dancin’ their cares away with the fraggles will always be more aware than Phil the dentist pullin’ a tooth from your skull with pliers in the most unprofessional medical procedure.  How much college do you need to learn how to destroy lives?

Everyday I wake up with the same fear that this is the day the party ends.  The drugs come down.  The fascists burn the Constitution in an Antifa organized wildfire to spread climate change propaganda.  Everyday I wake up with the fear that this is the day the fear ends.  I meet Jim Henson in the dead end alley where Sesame Street and Fraggle Rock converge with the oncoming impending doom.  Everyday I wake up with the fear someone just moves the needle forward and we’re still in a loop but with a different revolution bringin’ us back to where we started.

I see his name signed on a piece of government mail.  It surreally makes this apocalypse film a reality.  The Guilty Undertaker hits a bowl of salvia.  PJ Banana screams his head hurts.  His hands are sweaty.  And his face is hot, man!  His face is hot!  Before lockin’ himself in the bathroom with a fifth of Hornito’s.  But I know outside my door.  And outside my neighbors’ doors.  Revolution is happenin’ all around us.  People are birthin’ their own cosmos in the midst of space and time and whole damn continuum.  We’re all writin’ our own semi-autobiographical choose your own great American adventure novel.  Somewhere outside all our doors the ducks are on acid, dancin’ their cares away in the puddles and rain.  Somewhere Skaterino is askin’ where the party’s at.  Nicotine stains glistenin’ with childlike excitement and naivety.  Somewhere the angels are screamin’ at every single one of us sellin’ our bodies to the plasma bank.  While tryin’ to make the most of the oncoming impending doom and over inflated cost of dental work.

All of this must pass.  And we all wake up with the same fear that this is the day the scene ends.  This is when we forget how to get to Sesame Street and move to the burbs instead.  We wake up with the fear that someone is gonna skip our needle forward to a new loop on a broken record.  But hopefully someone sees the constellations in the clouds we smoke.  And are comforted by the hope someone out there is sayin’ they’ve heard a lot about us before we even meet ‘em.  But everyday we wake up with the fear that the reassurance our urban legends of cosmos we create are recognized won’t be enough to end the revolutions of the dronin’ loop of our oncoming impending dooms.

[stormtrooper-in-clogs]

“Written in the Stars”

I wrote this for A Night at the Fandom, hosted by @dtfrogertaylor, for my “secret Santa” recipient @jessahmewren. Enjoy!

Summary: Roger tries out for Smile and meets his new band mate.

Pairing: Maylor

Word Count: 2548

Warnings: the usual (drinking, kissing, implied sex, vomiting)

A/N: I literally had no idea where this was going, but somehow it got there. 

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“You see Ursa Major up there?” Brian asked, pointing at the sky.  “And that star there, the North Star.  If you follow it like this...” he traced a path across the night with his finger.  “...you’ll see Ursa Minor.  And if you look over here,” he directed his attention to another cluster of stars.  “This constellation is called…”

Roger lay there on the blanket with his head in Brian’s lap, gazing up at him as he mapped the darkness.  He could listen to that man ramble on about the cosmos all night.  He just adored the way his boyfriend’s eyes lit up as he described each constellation and planet that peppered the sky.  Roger sighed contently as Brian ran his free hand through his silky locks, gesturing at yet another twinkling dot with the other one.  He closed his eyes as Brian absent-mindedly scratched his scalp, surrendering to his touch.  The guitarist’s voice disappeared into background noise as Roger concentrated on the fingers massaging his head. About a minute later, he stopped, earning a small whine from the drummer.

“Roger, are you even listening to me?” he asked, snapping the blond back to reality.

“M’listening,” he mumbled, opening his eyes again.

“Really?” Brian smirked, raising an eyebrow.  “Then what are the brightest stars in the sky?”

A mischievous grin spread across Roger’s face at the question.  “Your eyes,” he answered, teasing him.

Brian blushed at Roger’s response, a hand shooting up to hide his dopey grin.  He usually didn’t get this flustered over one simple comment, but Roger had learned early in their relationship just which buttons to push to make him lose his cool.  He had the guitarist wrapped around his little finger and he knew it.

But it hadn’t always been that way.  After the night they first met, Roger could barely look him in the eye.

The year was 1968, and a young dental student was responding to an ad looking for a drummer.  He entered the auditorium and his gaze fell first on the drum kit that had been set up in the center of the stage.  He made his way toward it, stopping just short of the instrument when he heard a voice:

“Name,” called one of the two men seated in the fourth row.

“Roger,” he responded, his voice cracking.  He cleared his throat and tried again.  “Roger Taylor,”

“Alright, Roger.  Well, I’m Tim, and this-” he nodded to the man sitting next to him.  “-is Brian.  “You may begin whenever you’re ready,”

Roger nodded and sat down at the kit.  He grabbed a pair of sticks and tested the snare.  Ugh, flat, he thought to himself.  He tested it again and adjusted the tension rods until it sounded right.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

“What are you doing?” asked the man called Brian, as Roger moved on to the next drum.

“Tuning,” he said, lifting his head to face him.  “The snare was a bit flat, so I just thought I’d test the rest of them,” he explained.

Brian looked genuinely impressed by that.  It was like he had never seen someone tune drums before.

He hadn’t.  Truthfully, Brian didn’t even know drums could be tuned.  In a few short minutes, this man, who may or may not be joining their band, had completely overturned his understanding of the instrument.  

Once Roger was satisfied with the sound, he began his audition.  While he drummed, Tim had brought out a metronome to test his ability to keep time.  He would periodically call out different time signatures, and Roger would change the pattern that he was playing.  This went on for about five minutes, then the two men in the audience grabbed their instruments and joined him on the stage.  

The rest of the audition must’ve gone really well because the next day Roger was officially asked to join the band.  He of course accepted.  

That night the three of them were going to go for a drink to celebrate.  Unfortunately, Tim came down with a pretty bad case of food poisoning and couldn’t make it.  Even though it would be just the two of them, Brian and Roger decided that they would go out anyway.  

“To Smile!” Brian toasted, raising his glass.

“To Smile,” Roger agreed.

As they drank to the beginning of a new era in their lives, Roger couldn’t help but notice Brian’s hair.  At the audition his hair was straight, or straightened, but now it had begun to re-curl itself into a messy afro on top of his head.  With his hair pulling away from his face, it revealed the straightest jawline Roger had ever seen.  Now that Brian was right in front of him, and the blond could see him clearly, there was certainly no denying that he was handsome.  With his hazel eyes and charming smile, Roger’s stomach was tying itself in knots whenever the guitarist looked at him.

As the evening progressed, one drink turned into two, then three, four, and so on, until Roger could no longer think straight.  As he finished his sixth(?) beverage, he could feel the alcohol clouding his judgement.  Once his inhibitions were basically nonexistent, he found himself leaning toward Brian, lips puckered.  

Brian must’ve been sufficiently drunk as well, because instead of pulling away from Roger’s kiss, he welcomed it.  Soon the pair were snogging like a couple of hormonal teenagers right in the middle of the bar.  Fortunately Roger looked enough like a girl, so they didn’t get many funny looks.  

“You wanna, -ah- take this, -ohh- back to mine?” Brian gasped between kisses.

Roger nodded eagerly, and the pair paid their tab and hailed a taxi.

During the ride there, Brian and Roger continued getting familiar.  Turning the backseat of the taxi into a sloppy, drunken gropefest.  

The next thing the drummer remembered was waking up in a bed that was most certainly not his.

“Wh-where am I?” he wondered aloud.

His fuzzy gaze wandered around his unfamiliar surroundings, landing on the sleeping body lying next to him.  Upon closer inspection, Roger realized that it was Brian!  How much had they had to drink last night?  He asked himself, although his pounding headache seemed to provide an estimate.  And the ache in his groin provided a clue as to what transpired before they fell asleep.

As he tried to recall the chain of events that lead to him winding up in what he assumed must be Brian’s flat, his stomach lurched.  Evidently, whatever he had consumed last night decided that coming back up was preferable to going out the normal way.  

He threw back the covers and ran out into the hallway in an attempt to find a toilet.  On the way, Roger discovered that he wasn’t wearing any clothes! One problem at a time, he thought.  As he searched for Brian’s bathroom, he cursed himself for leaving his glasses at home.  Eventually his blind eyes were able to locate it, thank goodness.  A few more minutes and the drummer probably would’ve hurled on the carpet like a sick dog.  

Once his nausea had passed, he made his way back to the bedroom.  Apparently Brian was a heavy sleeper because Roger’s “episode” hadn’t woken him.  He was still snoring lightly as the blond grabbed his clothes off the floor and re-dressed himself.  He thought about leaving a note, but decided against it.  What would it even have said? “Sorry I apparently had sex with you last night. -Some guy you barely know. '' No, the best course of action was probably to pretend that it hadn’t happened.  Besides, if Brian had been as drunk as Roger was, then he wouldn’t remember it anyway.

When Roger got home, he made himself a cup of tea and tried to put the events of the previous evening out of his mind.  What had he done that had lead to them going to Brian’s flat in the first place?  What had he said to convince the guitarist that having sex was a good idea?  Admittedly, it wasn’t his first time waking up next to someone who was practically a stranger, but why did it have to be Brian? The morning after usually wasn’t so bad because he could almost guarantee that whoever else was in the bed was someone he would never see again.  But he and Brian were in a band together.  They would have to see each other at every practice, every show, and every. Single. Afterparty.  And to make matters worse, Roger had actually kinda fancied him.  If he hadn’t been so impulsive, maybe they could’ve even dated.  That could never happen now, not if Brian remembered.  The blond would be labelled a tactless slag, and any chance they might’ve had would be gone forever.

That night at band practice, Roger couldn’t bring himself to look at Brian; instead, he kept his eyes glued to his drums.  

After practice, Tim invited his two band mates out for a drink.  After Brian agreed, Roger made some excuse about not feeling well and went home.  He knew it wasn’t a convincing narrative, but he didn’t trust himself to get drunk around Brian ever again.

“What was that about?” Tim asked.  Even he had noticed something off about Roger’s tone.  “Did something happen with him last night?”

“He probably blacked out and woke up next to some disgusting slut,” Brian snapped, spitting out the word slut as if it were poisonous. 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice.  But the anger that surrounded it was enough to make Tim back down.  He knew the guitarist well enough to know that if he wanted to talk about it, he would.

This became the routine.  Roger would attend rehearsals, avoid making eye contact with his fellow musicians, and then leave before anyone had the chance to suggest going out.  This pattern continued for almost a month until he stumbled upon a situation where he couldn’t escape.

It was a Saturday night in London, and Smile had a gig at a pub not far from Imperial College.  They didn’t have a real following yet, so attendance was sparse.  But, as Tim would say, “you’ve gotta start somewhere.”  

The tension backstage was palpable.  Between the expected pre-show jitters, and the fact that Brian and Roger were still refusing to acknowledge each other, Tim was using every ounce of his strength just to maintain his sanity.  They had all gotten on well enough at the audition.  And they had felt comfortable going out drinking without him afterward.  Then at practice they had barely looked at each other.  And Brian’s comment.  Something had obviously happened that night.  But what?

He managed to push these thoughts aside long enough to perform.  And he discovered that his band mates were good actors as well as good musicians.  He was glad that they were at least professional enough to hide their bullshit in public.

After the show, however, it was a different story.  No sooner had they stepped off the stage, than Roger and Brian were already back to giving each other the cold shoulder.  It was in that moment that Tim chose to put a stop to this nonsense.  

“Hey guys, where are you going?” he called after them, as they turned to leave.  “The night is still young, and the bar doesn’t close for another hour,”

As his band mates visibly cringed at his suggestion, Tim decided to try a different approach.  He sat them both down and told them very gently that if they didn’t work through whatever issue they’d been having by tomorrow afternoon, Smile would be disbanded.  He then went back out and ordered himself a drink, leaving the pair backstage to deal with their problems.

For the first time since Roger had woken up in Brian’s bed, the two men were alone together.  It seemed that neither of them could find their voices.  It was as if they couldn’t bear to relive what they had done.

“Sod this, I’m getting a drink,” Roger announced, breaking the most uncomfortable silence of his life.  

Just as he got up, a small voice stopped him.

“No,” Brian squeaked, eyes still firmly pointed at the floor.  “Tim’s right.  We need to talk about this,”

“Alright then,” Roger retorted, turning to face the guitarist.  “Let’s talk about it.  Let’s talk about how we got piss-drunk and fucked.  Let’s talk about how I ended up in your bed with no recollection as to how.  And let’s talk about how you’ve been ignoring me ever since,”

The rage that had been building in Roger’s chest for weeks exploded through his words and pierced his bandmate like a hurricane of daggers.  But what stung Brian the most was the tears welling in the drummer’s eyes, threatening to spill out.

“That’s not how I remember it,” he said softly, lifting his face to look at the man yelling at him.

“Really,” the blond deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.  “Then why don’t you tell me how you remember it,”

“I remember us kissing at the bar.  I remember the taxi ride back to my flat.  I remember us making love in my bed and you falling asleep next to me,” Brian’s voice was shaking at this point.  “But my clearest memory from that night-” he took a deep breath and wiped a tear that ran down his cheek.  “-is waking up alone,”

Roger was shocked at the curly-haired man’s comments.  That’s what he was upset about?  

“You’re not mad that we slept together?” he asked with wide eyes.  “You’re mad that I left?”

Brian nodded, tears flowing steadily now.  “And then you refused to acknowledge my existence for weeks.  If you think I’m disgusting just tell me,”

“No! Nononono!  I don’t think you’re disgusting!” Roger attempted to calm his band mate.  “I left because-” he sighed heavily.  “Because I was disgusted with myself,”

“Why?”

“Because we barely knew each other, and I just… threw myself at you.  I thought you would think I was some kind of whore,”

“So we’re both upset because of your impulsiveness,” Brian clarified.  “Where do we go from here?”

“Well, clearly trying to pretend it never happened didn’t work.  What do you suggest?”

“I don’t know,”

“Obviously I find you attractive because I initiated our little “night of fun” a few weeks ago, and you must find me attractive as well because you didn’t tell me to go fuck myself, like a sane person,”

“Right, and based on our behavior since then, I don’t think we could handle a purely platonic relationship,”

“Well, I don’t see a way around it,” the drummer shrugged.  “I guess we have to go on a proper date.  How about Friday, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

The guitarist cracked a genuine smile for the first time that night at Roger’s suggestion.  “Sounds lovely,”

Once the pair had calmed down a bit and dried their eyes, they went out and joined Tim at the bar.  Brian ordered two rum and cokes and passed one to Roger.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” he said, raising his glass.  “To Smile!”

“To Smile,” his band mates echoed.

“So I take it you two worked out your problem then?” Tim inquired.

“Yeah,” Roger grinned.  “By the way, we’re gonna need to cancel practice on Friday,”

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A/N: This was fun! I’m looking forward to the next event!

[cosmosmiles]

Fall Back in Love with Your Smile: Dental Crowns in Arlington for a New You

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Dental crowns act as a protective shield for damaged or weak teeth. By covering the entire surface of the tooth, crowns prevent further decay, cracks, or wear, ensuring that your natural tooth remains protected in the long run.

What Makes Dental Crowns Unique at Cosmo Smiles Dental?

At Cosmo Smiles Dental, we go above and beyond to make your dental crown experience comfortable and tailored to your needs. Our approach to Dental Crowns in Arlington focuses on customization, quality, and patient satisfaction. Here’s why our crowns stand out:

1. Personalized Fit for Natural-Looking Results

We believe that no two smiles are the same, which is why our crowns are custom-designed to blend seamlessly with your existing teeth. From the shape to the shade, we ensure your crown looks completely natural, giving you a flawless finish.

2. High-Quality, Long-Lasting Materials

Our crowns are crafted from durable, high-quality materials that not only look great but are built to last. Whether you opt for porcelain, ceramic, or another material, your dental crown will be resistant to wear and provide years of reliable performance.

3. Quick and Efficient Process

Getting a dental crown at Cosmo Smiles Dental is simple and efficient. We’ll take an impression of your tooth, prepare it for the crown, and place a temporary one until your custom crown is ready. On your return visit, your permanent crown will be fitted perfectly, giving you an instant smile transformation.

The Crown Procedure: What to Expect

The process of getting Dental Crowns in Arlington at Cosmo Smiles Dental is straightforward and comfortable. Here’s a quick look at the steps:

1. Initial Consultation

We begin by assessing your tooth and discussing your goals for the treatment. If a dental crown is the right solution, we’ll explain the process in detail so you know exactly what to expect.

2. Tooth Preparation and Impression

The next step involves gently reshaping the affected tooth and taking an impression to create a custom crown that fits perfectly over your tooth. We’ll also provide you with a temporary crown while your permanent one is being crafted.

3. Final Placement

Once your custom crown is ready, we’ll place it securely over your tooth, ensuring a perfect fit and natural look. You’ll leave the office with a strong, beautiful smile ready for the season’s celebrations.

Renew Your Smile with Dental Crowns in Arlington This Fall

As the leaves change and the holiday season approaches, it’s time to make sure your smile shines as bright as the autumn sun. Whether you need to restore function or improve the appearance of your teeth, Dental Crowns in Arlington from Cosmo Smiles Dental is the perfect solution to help you fall back in love with your smile. Schedule a consultation with us today and take the first step toward a renewed, confident you!

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Best Pediatric Dentist Near Baner

Best Pediatric Dentist Near Baner

Exceptional Best Pediatric Dentist at Tooth N Cosmo Clinic

Trust Your Child’s Smile to the Best Pediatric Dentist Near Baner. At Tuth N Cosmo, we understand the importance of early dental care and the unique needs of children. Our dedicated team of pediatric dentists is committed to providing gentle and compassionate dental care to ensure your child’s smile grows healthy and strong. Discover why parents trust us as the best pediatric dentist near you.

Why Choose Tuth N Cosmo for Pediatric Dentistry?

Expertise in Pediatric Care: Our clinic is staffed with experienced pediatric dentists who specialize in caring for children’s dental health.

Child-Friendly Environment: We create a welcoming and comfortable atmosphere designed to ease children’s anxiety and make dental visits enjoyable.

Comprehensive Services: From routine check-ups to specialized treatments, we offer a full range of pediatric dental services tailored to children’s needs.

Benefits of Choosing Us:

Early Prevention: We focus on preventive care to maintain your child’s oral health and identify issues early.

 Patient Education: We educate both parents and children on proper oral hygiene practices to establish good habits for life.

 Emergency Care: Our clinic provides prompt care for dental emergencies, ensuring your child’s dental health is always a priority.

Our Approach to Pediatric Dentistry:

First Visit: Introduce your child to our friendly team and create a positive experience during their first dental visit.

Comprehensive Exams: Conduct thorough examinations to assess oral health and development.

Treatment Planning: Develop personalized treatment plans based on your child’s unique needs and developmental stage.

Educational Tools: Equip parents and children with practical tips and tools to maintain optimal oral health between visits.

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Unlock Your Best Smile: The Ultimate Guide to Dental Implants

Unveil the life-changing potential of dental implants at Cosmos Modern Dental Elmhurst. Our team of expert dentists advocates for implants as the ideal solution for replacing missing teeth, providing a lasting remedy that improves both functionality and appearance. Book your consultation now to begin your quest towards a dazzling, confident smile. Rely on us to rejuvenate your smile and restore your confidence by dental implant.

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How Often Do You See Your Dentist

Most of the orthodontic treatment comes with plenty of questions, and especially when patients have made the decision to straighten their teeth. The top most question that’s always buzzing around their head is which one take less time- Invisalign vs Braces? 

One of the primary factors to decide in between Invisalign and braces is the duration of treatment. While you choose braces, they are permanently attached to your teeth until your treatment hasn’t finished to make your smile perfect. They never come off and easily manage. Although it takes an average one year of treatment or more but the more you keep your teeth and braces clean, hygienic and plaque free, it can shorten the treatment time.

Invisalign is removable and not too complicated. Under Invisalign Braces Arlington VA a set of computer generated plastic replicas are provided that needs to wear 22-24 hours a day and that must be changed in every two weeks. Therefore this whole treatment can take an average 12 to 18 months to be effective until and unless you are following orthodontist instructions and prescriptions.

It must be hectic to choose the right option for your precious smile, but definitely the appearance of your teeth is the most concerning part that helps you think clearly which is best. While with braces your dentist add a thin metal wire on your teeth from bracket to bracket. However, Invisalign includes removable aligners that are smooth and virtually invisible that makes you feel more comfortable.

Still scratching your head, don’t worry about the best way to figure out which one is more efficient and faster: choose Cosmo Smiles dental. We are based at Arlington VA- The dentist near me. We understand how severe the dental emergency is and that it requires immediate attention and care. Let us help you to take care of all the dental-related problems.

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The flower kid can't stay a kid forever, after all. Here's Cosmos in their early 30s, 15 years after the events of the Habitat. They've achieved their dream of being an astronomer, they're happily married, and there may be a special surprise on the way O: And they've also gotten an implant in the spot of that last tooth that got pulled during the Big Event, even considering That the reason it takes them a while to get that done isn't real dental anxiety, they just got distracted hehe. It's gold like the ones I gave a certain green giant because, even though I'd wanted to make it some weird fancy color that better matches their general palette, after some research it seemed like tooth implants only come in gold or white with a HEAVY focus on matching the rest of the teeth regardless of whether or not that's what the patient would want (c'mon, what if someone wanted a turquoise tooth with little rhinestones or something else eccentric? what's wrong with that?? not everyone's idea of flashy fake teeth is just gold!!). Plus, as a pal pointed out, it'd be another factor in that whole "you remind me of myself" thing... :3c

Also while I’m thinking about it, some flats:

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