#Removing Wisdom Teeth

[marielism]

ive been a nasty girl or hwatver Tinashe said

[heartlesscorpse]

HII another request

Mc X Mr crawling where Mr crawling is laying on Mc and giving small love bites (can be Sfw or nsfw up to you :>

Love Bites <3

A/N: Hi hi again 😌😌 fbjsbfjjsbf I took awhile with this sorry sorry, I was caught up w other things and I got a little busy — but I gotchu tho dw lmao.

⭑.ᐟ — Cuddles were becoming a must have for Mr. Crawling since the two of you were growing closer than ever since you’ve came to this horrific world of ghosts and ghouls.

⭑.ᐟ — But it was also the one thing that kept you anchored, kept you sane, you found solace in the arms of a creepy yet puppy-like ghost, and it made you feel somewhat human again since you’ve been stuck here for god knows how long.

⭑.ᐟ — Right now, you and Mr. Crawling were taking a brief break in some room you just came across while wandering the place, (either you’re still in search for an exit or you’ve given up in looking for one at this point, whichever really).

⭑.ᐟ — The both of you are sprawled out on a leather couch, you’re currently being smothered underneath Mr. Crawling’s weight which is a tad uncomfortable and you can’t move much, but you’re not complaining and enjoying the closeness with your ghostly companion.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling on the other hand had his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you and he’s melting in the warmth radiating from your body heat with a goofy little smile on his features, and he’s quietly giggling every now and then. Sometimes he’s reaching a hand into the hood of your raincoat and giving you some head pats or leaving kisses around your neck.

⭑.ᐟ — While Mr. Crawling’s busy peppering you with kisses around your neck, he felt you twitch out of surprise when he gently nipped you.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling at first was a little worried from that reaction but you assured him it just threw you off guard and told him to continue, which he happily did once he had the green light you were okay with this.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling went as far to slide his cold hands underneath your shirt when he was given permission, just to marvel at the warmth of your body and the contrast between your unblemished and soft skin and his calloused and cold fingers.

⭑.ᐟ — By the end of that break your neck and collar area was practically littered with hickeys all thanks to Mr. Crawling. <3

[xrenyaa]

headache that lasts from the heian era

[kidovna]

Favourite fandom trope of the day: wisdom teeth removal

[handweavers]

i remember growing up they were ripping out kids tonsils left and right for a while like half the kids i knew were getting their tonsils removed and then they realized they're a part of the immune system and actually do something so now they don't really do that anymore. which is so crazy btw

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Clark has an issue.

A very very tiny little issue that causes so problem at all- OW.

“Superman, a word?” Batman rumbled from the other side of the table

Clark sighs, following Bruce off to the commons of the Watch Tower and rubs absently at his jaw.

Bruce comes to a sudden stop once they are alone. “What’s the matter with you.”

Ah, Clark never misses the bluntness that comes free with his friend. “Nothing.” Bruce’s bat-ears go back on his head, reminding Clark a lot of a cat going ‘airplane’. “My jaw hurts.”

Humming, Bruce takes a mini x-ray out of his tool-belt. Clark decides not to ask as to why he just has one. Bruce places the x-ray along Clark’s right side of his face, takes a picture, and repeats on the other.

Bruce looks down at the results and hums again. “Your wisdom teeth need to be removed… interesting.”

“What? Whats interesting?”

“I’m guess Kryptonians used to have 40 teeth before they, similarly to humans, lost use for the back 8.”

“I have extra teeth?”

“Clark, you have fangs as canines. Having an extra 4 to the normal extra 4 to humans isn’t a big deal. I can set up a day for you get them removed in the cave. I just have to make some low-leveled krypton anesthesia compared to what we have in the Tower and some kryptonite utensils to actually get them out.”

Bruce pockets his x-ray and pulls out an ice pack. “Put this on. It should help a bit until the surgery.”

Taking the pack, Clark pulls Bruce into a hug. “Thank you.”

Bryce steps away after a moment, face red. “Shut up.”

[ohdeerfully]

incredibly short and sweet self indulgent fic tonight..... had surgery yesterday (not nearly as bad as reader here i just like the dramatics) and have been fighting for sleep for like 7 hours. its nearly 5am im so tired. so heres some fluffy comfort fic?????! i need season 2 to come out already so i dont have to reuse gifs ),:

Battle Scars

Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: reader is injured but no graphic descriptions. alastor is grossly sweet here masterlist join my discord! ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈

After the latest attack from Heaven, you found yourself one of the many stuck in recovery. A gnarly wound on your abdomen and a fractured jaw left you covered in stitches and bedridden. It was embarrassing, almost, feeling so helpless. The attention you got from the kinder residents of the hotel ironically didn’t help you feel any better, although they meant well.

“I really appreciate it, really, but I don’t need this, it’s too much,” You spoke slowly, and it felt like you were nearly chewing on your words as you spoke to Charlie when she came to your room a day after your surgery with a whole gift basket of goodies and a small wooden knick knack of your favorite animal. You tried pushing it back into her hands, but it took no strength at all for her to keep it on your lap. She waved her hand dismissively.

“You fought so hard for us!” She said with assurance and gratitude. “It’s really the least I could do.” She removed the basket from your lap and rested it on a nearby vanity. She spoke a few more pleasantries and offered you your thousandth “feel better” before leaving the room. A light smile crossed your lips at her gestures, but it soon fell from your face again as your focus returned to your poor state.

Painkillers in Hell were less than ideal, although that would come as a surprise to nobody—it was Hell, afterall. Truthfully, “real” pain medicine did nothing to help, and the only real solution was some hard drugs to take the edge off. You opted to call up Angel Dust as a last resort.

For the next few days you were practically a ghost floating through the hotel, only shuffling out of your room to grab a meal and fluids. Every step ached, shooting pain up your body and through the mediocre stitches on your chest. Eating was no less painful, especially considering you never had an appetite and only really ate out of necessity. You couldn’t chew well, so you were stuck eating a mostly soft and liquid diet. It was miserable.

The days were blending together, especially due to the fact many of your nights were sleepless. You spent hours turning this way and that, desperately trying to find that perfect position that would let sleep finally turn off your pain for just a few hours, but it never came. Every night you eventually got fed up and sat in a rocking chair by the window, watching the red-casted city just a few miles away.

You heard a light knock at your door, but before you could reason enough at who would be awake so late in the night you felt a sensation of the air blowing before a presence materialized behind you. It took no time at all to recognize the familiar prickling of static on your bare skin. Instinctually the recognition brought relief, but your guard soon went back up after you had a moment to think.

A weird mixture of feelings crossed your mind as Alastor approached you, stopping at the side of the chair you sat in. His claws gripped around the head of the chair, stopping the gentle rocking you had been lulling yourself with.

“Why are you up so late, ma moitié?” He bent slightly to peer down at your face, his ever present smile more gentle than usual. You cast your eyes up to his, studying his face for a moment while you tempered your emotions and thought of a response.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You finally answered, averting your gaze when his piercing eyes became too much to look at. It hurt so bad to speak. You heard him chuckle, although it was empty of any real humor.

“You know better than anyone I don’t sleep much,” He responded, fingers trailing along the wooden carving of the back of your chair. His fingers eventually found themselves trailing onto your head and gently playing with your hair. A tense chill went through your body, but you allowed yourself to fall weak to his touch. You were always weak to him.

The intimate contact finally broke the dam of emotion you tried to reserve in order to maintain what little dignity you had in your broken state. You didn’t cry, but the tears that filled your eyes threatened to spill at any moment. You were embarrassed, but couldn’t help it in your sleepless state.

“Where have you been, Alastor,” You said, barely above a whisper. It had been days since the attack, and after his one on one with Adam he had completely disappeared. You didn’t know if you wanted to miss him or hate him for leaving you like that. You were sickeningly worried. He didn’t respond immediately, but you knew he heard you well enough when you saw his ears twist momentarily in the reflection and his expression shift.

“Let’s lie you down, first,” He offered, already moving to wrap his hands around your shoulders to aid in you standing up. As upset as you felt, you put up no fight and obeyed his touch as he guided you to your disheveled bed. He settled himself next to you, remaining propped up on an elbow as he peered down at you. You wished he would stop looking at you so hard, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious of your unwashed hair and swollen, bruised jaw. 

“I found myself in a similar state as you,” He eventually responded to your earlier question, his voice much quieter than you would ever expect from him. You were no stranger to the softer side of him, but it always came as a shock when his usual attitude is rather obnoxious and unserious. 

His fingers gently trailed at your wrapped up body, somehow knowing exactly where the stitches hid underneath the bandages. His hand reached your own, gently cupping it and pulling it towards his own body. You didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed before, but Alastor had his own set of bandages covering a bloody spot on his chest. 

You pulled your hand away from his and brought it up to cup his cheek. It took him a moment to accept the gesture, lightly pressing his head into your hand. 

“Why didn’t you come back to me?” You asked quietly. “After seeing Adam strike you, I was so worried you went off and bled out alone somewhere.”

Alastor grinned a little wider at your comment, but it soon fell to be quite small and strained.

“I was weak. I don’t want anybody seeing me like that—especially you, my dear. I had my own battle to face and I couldn’t come back until I felt a little more… sane.” 

You didn’t quite understand the latter half of his statement, but knew better to question him further. He likely wouldn’t open up any more anyway. You were slowly just accepting that he was back with you, which lifted a weight you forgot was even on your mind.

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t protect you from your own fight,” He added after a few quiet moments, the sincerity in his voice poking at your already emotional heart. His arm had come to wrap protectively around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. 

“I don’t need protection,” You spoke a bit stubbornly. You watched his eyes glance down at your battered torso before looking back up to you, but he made no further comment. “But I am glad you finally came back.”

He brought his head down, resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in his familiar smell, almost overwhelmed with the comforting familiarity of it. You had managed to block out your worry about his absence for the past few days, trying to focus on your own recovery, and it had all come flooding back at once. Before he would have a chance to notice tears forming in your eyes, you aggressively threw your arms up and around him, pulling him down and closer to you as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

The uncertain tension in his body was dismissed when he felt a jolt of your body as you bit back a sob. He curled both of his arms around you, pulling you against himself while also bringing his legs up to cradle your curled up form.

The room was dead silent, the only movement being your shuddering body as you fought to stop yourself from crying. It hurt tremendously to cry, but the emotions you felt made it near impossible to stop. 

It was only when Alastor began threading his clawed hand through your hair were you able to calm yourself down. His touch was delicate, maybe a bit unsure, as he did his best to comfort you. You shifted impossibly closer to him, and in response he simply pulled you tighter to his body.

“Don’t do that shit again,” You whispered after the tears stopped flowing.

“Nothing in Heaven or Hell can keep me from you,” He promised, speaking as if he was challenging something to test that fact. You felt him shift for a moment before a light kiss was pressed on your forehead. You melted into the contact, finally falling silent as his gentle touch in your hair and against your skin lulled you into sleep.

[breadcat-xx]

“Go on then, Reg. Give him a hug.”

Sirius looks mortified when he sees his younger brother, his eyes red and puffy, much like his cheeks. James has tried relentlessly to get him to stop crying on their way here, but by the time they arrived home, he’d figured out that it was an impossible mission.

Regulus isn’t making much sense. He constantly moves back and forth between crying fits and moments of what James could only describe as pure bliss. The sedatives that were administered to him are still playing their part, but the doctor had assured him it would only last for a couple of hours.

So there he stands, holding on to James’ jumper, looking rather ridiculous with the bandage around his head that is meant to keep the cold packs in place. It’s supposed to reduce the swelling, the doctor had explained. James had made sure to take a selfie with him before they got here. Might come in handy sometime.

After a moment of stalling, Regulus finally lets go of James’ sleeve and crosses the room to get to his brother, who’s lounging on the sofa. Remus, seated next to him, tries to stifle a chuckle when Sirius awkwardly accepts the hug Regulus is giving him.

“Now tell him how much you love him.”

James takes off his jacket, smirking as he puts it away.

“I don’t.” Regulus mutters begrudgingly, wiping at his nose.

“That’s not what you said in the car, love.”

Regulus directs him a weak glare, turning away from Sirius. James lifts an eyebrow, walking up to the pair that’s still entangled in a half-hearted hug. One second Regulus’ is positively scowling at him, and the next he’s a sobbing mess again, turning back to Sirius and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“I love you.” He murmurs into his jumper. “You’re all I have.”

Now, James would like to take offence at that, but he doesn’t. The brothers have come a long way, and while the connection they have is not perfect, it’s real. It’s pure.

Sirius’ eyes soften in an instant, and he too scowls at James. But then he properly wraps his arms around Regulus, holding him as he cries.

“I love you too, of course…” He says quietly.

Remus looks up from his book and gives him a meaningful look. James shrugs. Is he ready for the wrath of the Black brothers once this is over? Probably not. But for now, he’s quite pleased with himself.

Pt.2

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[floristmatt]

💗

[mspaint-flower]

toothache

[worksbycam]

Olm Sweet Olm

[froody]

is it sitting on someone’s bookshelf somewhere, that is the real question…

[drawthethingdoppelganger]

Feminism

[jimlingss]

Three years!

Hello, everyone and happy Jimlingss anniversary! Woohoo! It has been three years since my official retirement and eight years since I’ve began this blog. That’s absolutely crazy since it all feels like yesterday. Time flies when you’re having fun.

First and foremost, thank you to all who still send me messages and give me feedback on my stories! I do check back once in a while and read everything, so nothing goes unnoticed. Your kind words always make me miss the simpler days of writing. :’) It really gets me nostalgic.

Second, here is my yearly update!

I’ve finished my second year of law school! I finished off this year with a bang and did quite well, if I do say so myself. There’s one more year left to go and that’s insane since I remember the first day so vividly. I’m a bit sad for it to be all over — I never thought I’d ever feel this way. But I’ve made so many friends and created so many memories. When it’s all over, everyone will be going their own path. Luckily, I’m sure we’ll remain connected and be close friends no matter what.

I don’t think I’ve had such a positive experience quite like this in all my years of schooling. I’ve always been the type to just scurry on home, never liked what I was studying, and never had too many friends. So this change has been unexpected yet very welcome.

In terms of career, I’ve been working this summer and I have something lined up for when I’m finished school! So soon I’ll be racking in the dough, wooooooo!! Let’s get it!

My family is also doing well — and I feel very fortunate for that. 

Third, and most important, I am happy to announce that I have a boy I absolutely adore! We’ve officially been dating for four months? That seems so short on paper, but we’ve known each other for close to two years! I’m living out one of my friends to lovers fics, I swear (lol).

He’s been a close friend since the start of law school and somewhere along the line I gradually caught feelings (of course I did lmao). I was sure rejection was on the horizon and I wanted to preserve our dear friendship, so I was trying to get over it for months by myself. This included online dating and going on a string of dates (hahaha). I ended up cracking and calling him on the phone one night, but then aborted mission. Thanks to the advice of a friend, I stopped avoiding him and being an embarrassment, and I finally confronted him. He said we should give it a shot, and here we are!

He has brown, curly hair that reminds me of a poodle. And he made me realize why love is so loved — why it’s so revered — talked about — imprinted in each other’s minds. Everywhere. I’ve written countless love stories but never truly experienced the feeling before, and yet, he’s made the heart of my stories come to life. He’s let me live them in real time. 

I really hope it works out! LOL

Anyway, I’m always happy to do these updates and for all those who may be just a bit curious enough about me to check in. Although this is a very positive update (and I hope it continues to be), my life isn’t without its ups and downs either. It just seems to be in a general upwards trajectory. 

Thank you to everyone who still remembers me, and who may still read my stories! I definitely haven’t forgotten about you all, so I hope you haven’t forgotten me either.

Here’s to another year! See you again!

[renlo]

I drew this with a sore mouth and a dose of antibiotics! I had my bottom wisdom teeth removed recently and I've been learning to cope with being unable to eat without being uncomfortable.

The extraction went well! I'm just excited for the chipmunk cheeks to go away.

[troubldteenz]

MEERRRYYY CHRISTMAS HORSE REINDEER MARIO ‼️‼️

alt with longer tail