#homemade mouth rinse

[dramarnathandentalcare]

6 Best & Easy homemade natural mouthwash you should try

Rinsing your mouth with a cup of mouthwash once or twice a day improves your breath and kills hazardous oral bacteria. Other benefits of liquid mouthwashes include teeth remineralization, improved gum health, and the treatment of canker sores, among others.

In this post, Dr. Suresh discusses various simple homemade mouthwashes manufactured with plant oils and extracts. Continue reading.

Homemade mouthwash recipes to maintain optimum oral health

The gritty texture of salt can scrape away minor stains on teeth, while this combination stimulates saliva to disinfect your mouth. Similarly, the commodities in your kitchen offer varied therapeutic effects, as seen below:

Turmeric has antioxidant and anti-inflammatory effects.

Lemon has antibacterial qualities.

Clove possesses remineralizing effects.

Essential oils have antibacterial and anti-inflammatory qualities.

Aloe Vera Water: Numbing qualities

Apple Cider Vinegar - Natural pH Neutralizer 

1) Lemon water mouthwash

Squeeze the lemon to obtain the juice. Add it to the heated water and mix thoroughly.

Now swish this solution in your mouth for 60 seconds before spitting it out. 

2) Turmeric Mouthwash

Soak the cloves in water for a couple of hours. Remove the cloves and combine the other ingredients with the water. Mix it thoroughly and gargle your mouth with the solution.

3) Parsley and Mint Mouthwash

Mix the 2 tsp finely chopped parsley leaves, 2 tsp mint in a mixer for about 2 minutes. Take the mixture and place it in a clean cloth. To extract the juice, cover and press tightly. Swish your mouth with the fluid.

4) Minty Clove Mouthwash

Boil cinnamon powder, cloves, and peppermint essential oil in water for around ten minutes. Now filter the liquid to eliminate any residues and let it cool. Pour this mouthwash into a reusable jar and store it in the refrigerator.

5) Aloe Vera Mouthwash

Place1/2 cup Aloe vera juice, 1/2 cup distilled water, 3 drops of essential oil, 1 1/2 tsp baking soda in a tight container and shake vigorously until the baking soda dissolves completely in the fluids. Store the combination in a reusable jar and swish it in your mouth once or twice daily.

6) Apple Cider Vinegar Mouthwash

Place  1 cup salt water, 2 tsp apple cider vinegar, Vanilla essential oil in a tight container and shake vigorously until the baking soda dissolves completely in the fluids. Store the combination in a reusable jar and swish it in your mouth once or twice daily.

Bottom line

Dentists recommend using antibacterial mouthwashes in addition to cleaning and flossing since they can reach areas that a toothbrush cannot. However, the chemical components of the fluid cause some mouth irritation. This is why natural mouthwashes attract attention.

Meanwhile, homemade mouthwashes have advantages such as natural components, may be customized to meet your specific needs, are less expensive, and so on. 

For more information read the full blog here: https://www.dramarnathansdentalcare.com/homemade-natural-mouthwash-recipes

[judasgot-it]

Friends to Lovers

"I've been in love with you for years now, thanks for noticing dumbass."

Scenario: You literally do not get the hint. Jouno nearly wants to beat you to death because of this, but unfortunately for him, he likes you.

2.5 K words

For the last few years, your life had been relatively simple. Despite having an 'exciting' job, you were stuck doing the same shit basically every day until you died.

Work out, have monthly surgeries, question criminals in completely legal ways with government oversight, and investigate and capture terrorists. Maybe kill them, since you were a completely legal government entity and were allowed to do that.

Same shit as always. It was a rinse and repeat, the only difference was how and where you did it. But it was going to stay the same - something you were going to do until you died.

Just like how your love life had stayed the same - hopeless and stale.

No one could really blame you, now could they? You had a crush on the same coworker for years, and it seemed like you'd get over it when you died.

So basically never.

It sucked.

You wanted to cry sometimes, thinking about how much you liked your coworker's stupid face.

Everyone said he was an asshole, and yes - he was. But not to you.

Saigiku let you call him by his first name, and was nice enough to give you the homemade lunch he couldn't eat. No one was convinced on how good of a cook he was, but that was fine - you were ok with not sharing what Saigiku gave you.

If he was here, you would be able to compliment him and see how red his face gets. It hurt how much of you smiled at the thought, how embarrassed he is that someone liked his cooking.

"Thinking about Jouno again?"

Tachihara looked bored, watching you as if he was observing a bird on a telephone wire.

You swallowed, tasting the onigiri in your mouth. God, Saigiku was a really good cook.

"How'd you know?"

"You're always thinking about him. It's embarrassing." Teruko glared two holes through you; as if you had tried to touch Fukuchi in some way.

"What? No I don't." Maybe just a little bit.

"Right. And who gave you that?"

Tachihara walked closer and inspected the bento box you'd been consuming for the last ten minutes. You tried to shield it from his gaze, feeling as if his eyes were going to melt it.

"Why does it matter?"

"Jouno doesn't give me homemade lunch."

"He almost let me starve once. I'm the vice-captain, and he let me starve! So why is he giving you his lunch?"

Teruko reached her fingers around your body and snatched some rice, not caring if she made a mess as she shoved it in her mouth. Like a sticky, copper-smelling child, she chewed out loud, making sure you heard her crime.

You cringed a little, while Tachihara tried not to gag as he watched her lick her fingers loudly. She really was twelve years old.

"Well it's just because he didn't want it to go bad, that's it. Doesn't mean anything."

It was something you kept telling yourself everytime he did something sweet to you - that it could mean anything, and most likely it meant nothing. Saigiku was a strange man, and he wasn't likely the type to go around and show his feelings so blatantly.

Right?

"He once threw his drink at me."

Tecchou finally spoke up. He looked like he was bored, despite recounting one of the many common war stories that was interacting with Saigiku when he was upset - which was always, when it came to Tecchou.

"I don't think he would have offered it to you anyway, Tecchou. No offense, but that's just yours and Saigiku's relationship..."

"That's another thing! You call him by his first name! It's like you're his girlfriend or something."

Teruko was laying on the punches, nearly spitting in your face as she throughout her accusations. It made you want to hide - he would never like the idea, and you would rather die than lose what you two currently had. It was the closest you could get to being anything like that anyway, so you wouldn't want to ruin it by overstepping a boundary like that.

"We're just close!"

"So close that you have sex together."

That made you nearly choke. Tecchou didn't even bat an eye, instead staring at the floor as he continued his pushups on the meeting room floor.

"We do not have sex together. What made you think that?"

This was it. You were going to die, and it was from choking caused by sheer embarrassment. Where was Saigiku when you needed him?

"Then why were you moaning in his office yesterday?"

"I was showing him how women fake orgasms. Like a good friend does."

The conversation was fresh in your mind - he was saying that he had never had a woman fake an orgasm, of course, you had to prove how easy it was to fake it. It had you both on the floor in laughter, because it was a little ridiculous; even if a part of you wished that it was real.

Hiding those thoughts from him was a little difficult, but it was easy when you hid it under the gauze of laughter.

"That's not a normal friend conversation..."

"We're just that close."

That might have been your favorite part of being with Saigiku. Even if you would never be with him, you could always have him in that close bond.

You were close. That was it. Close, like friends.

-

"Y/n."

Saigiku's voice was deeper than it usually was - either because he was tired, or because the phone distorted his voice to a deeper pitch. Maybe a mix of both.

"Saigiku. How are you?"

"Dying. That mission was awful, I don't know why Fukuchi would make me do it alone."

"I wish I could have gone with you-"

"You would have died. Literally. I would rather it be me than you." His voice was so serious, you wish you could slap it out of him. Or kiss.

"Shut up! You don't know that."

"I do. You need a big strong man to protect you, considering how you can't even walk with your own two feet."

"I only tripped one time, dickhead. Also, sexism isn't a cute look on you."

You could hear how he huffed with laughter. He must have been dead on his feet - he could last so much longer when he bantered with you. The man had petty insults on you for days, saved up for the most random conversations between the two of you. This call could have lasted hours.

"Y/n. I'm coming over to yours. It's closer to the train station."

"This is the warning you're giving me? I'm in my pajamas, you know?"

"I'd rather have you in nothing at all."

And what the hell do you say to that? A noise came out of your throat, but there weren't words to accompany it. You were left there standing by your kitchen table, where you'd left your phone to charge, when Saigiku had waved his temporary goodbyes.

He said those kinds of things, and it was impossible to know if it was a joke or genuine.

It left you a little nervous, cleaning up your apartment for his arrival. You weren't messy, per say - but compared to him, you were a disaster.

Saigiku was a man who kept his apartment organized with mathematical precision. Even with the job he had, the dishes were clean and the laundry was always folded. He owned exactly fourteen pairs of everything, so he could keep his clothes in a perfect dry clean laundry rotation.

He was a bit of a psychopath, in that aspect.

You, on the other hand, looked like a mess. God forbid you had clean laundry that wasn't ironed to perfection. Maybe you were a little messy - eating off of paper plates once and a while, and leaving soap residue around your bathroom.

The man never failed to notice, and he would gladly make it a spat between the two of you. Sometimes you left it messy on purpose, just to see him fold your laundry and do your dishes - domesticating Saigiku was a funny sight, especially when he was still arguing with you.

But tonight he was tired. Maybe in the morning, you could force him to make you breakfast.

Right now? You'd give him the peace of mind of having clean dishes to eat off of.

Because you were a good friend, you had to remind yourself.

There was nothing to the feeling of seeing him behind your front door. His warm smile meant nothing, and neither did the hug he gave only to you in moments like these.

The extra long second between the two of you, where he swayed his feet and put his nose against your hair - it was nothing special, because you were just two close friends greeting each other after a bad day of work.

If Saigiku had looked at you with his eyes, he probably wouldn't have shown you anything special in there either. Ignoring the feeling in your body at every touch had become second nature, because you knew that he felt nothing for you.

He only lingered because he cared about you. Nothing more.

-

"Did you have sex with Jouno finally?"

"Why would you think that?"

Tachihara merely stared at you - he looked exhausted, as if you had told him the same unfunny joke for three years straight.

To be fair, even you were sick of your pining. It was stale and old, to be after the same man with no results.

"You walked in with him today?"

"That's because he slept over at my place. He's done that a lot - nothing special."

The ginger looked at you as if you had grown two heads, but really, it was nothing new, and he knew that. Letting a man like Saigiku spend a night at your place?

There was always something to it. You were lying to yourself, but you didn't want to break the charade and hurt yourself.

"Is it?"

"He doesn't like me."

"Don't say that-"

"He doesn't. Trust me, if he did, I would have noticed already."

Last night you had fallen asleep on top of him, and neither of you had said anything. You had stayed like that for maybe a minute, or possibly ten - nothing was said about heartbeat, and nothing was said about how your hands were in places they didn't belong.

He had gotten up, and woken you up with breakfast; like a disgruntled housewife. No other man in your life had ever done that for you, but you weren't going to let yourself think it meant anything special.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." The doubt that sat in your stomach was dutifully ignored as you went back to your work, trying to focus on it.

The feeling went to the back of your mind once again. It didn't even exist, really; as long as Saigiku wasn't there or in the conversation, you could ignore those pesky little feelings practically forever.

"Are you thinking about me?"

The blood in your body practically burst as you felt two hands wrap themselves around your shoulders. It was a gentle hold, firm as they squeezed through your uniform.

They were familiar and warm, reminding you of the feeling from last night. It was relieving to feel it there again, even if it was embarrassing to know how much you truly missed it.

"Always am, Saigiku. Always am."

There was hacking from across the room, but you ignored it as you leaned against the man behind you, hitting his chest with the back of your head gently.

"You should be. I've never stopped thinking about you."

"Really?"

"Always on my mind. You're like a disease."

Despite his words, his voice sounded gentle, as if he were speaking through cotton and silk.

"What kind of disease?" Once again, you were trying to swallow the disappointment that built up inside of your chest - you loved him, but you were delusional to think that he would love you back. He was just teasing.

"The stupid kind that I love."

"I'm not stupid! Asshole!" You reached up to slap him, stopping just short of his face. He grabbed your wrists, entangling your arms with yours and swaying your body together as he shook his head.

"Yeah, you are."

"Am not."

"Y/n. I love you."

Saigiku's face was close to yours, and you could feel how he smelled your hair like the freak he was.

I love you?

"Fucking hell don't make me repeat it. Isn't it obvious?"

"Oh...I love you too?" You almost wanted to cry, because what the fuck was going on. It was hard to even let yourself think in the moment, because the man was taking up your space and was saying words you wanted to hear-

This couldn't be real. Maybe you were under attack, because this felt too good to be true.

"Not as a friend. I mean in the 'I want to go back home with you' kind of way."

"We already do that." You didn't know why you said that - you were waiting for his face to twist into a grimace, or for an annoyed groan to sound. But instead, he kept a smile on there, waiting patiently.

"Get the point. I want to kiss you. And do the other things boring couples do."

"...Oh."

You spun your chair around to face him properly. There was the chance to breathe again, without smelling his fancy cologne and the smell of fireworks on his uniform.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The man before you sighed. It was a low whine, a sound you never expected to hear from him.

"I did tell you. I've been telling you every day. You just don't notice anything. Seriously, do you think I would wake up and make breakfast for just anyone?"

Saigiku leaned in close as he said this, his lips close enough to yours that you could see how smooth they were.

Reaching your hand up, you brought it to his face, carefully tracing lines across his smooth skin.

"Sorry."

Pulling him in closer felt embarassing - it was something you had imagined, but having him in your hands right there had your limbs nearly falling apart.

You expected a kiss, like your fantasies; but instead, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, dragging you up from your chair like a cat and up into his arms, standing with him. Your legs felt weak, and there was an embarrassed feeling creeping up as you pressed your body weight against his.

"You should be sorry. I thought you were doing it on purpose."

"And if I was?"

"Then maybe I'll let you go. Seriously, why can't you stand?"

He was swaying the both of you gently, his arms locked firmly against your waist and holding you gently. His body was warm and smelled like him, protecting you from the AC and the overwhelming smell of the building.

"Because I fell for you, Saigiku."

"Yeah, I'm dropping you."

Despite this, he held you for longer than was socially acceptable.

This was for my valentine's event, remember that? remember how i have an event? that im supposed to be writing for? haha me neither.....yeaaaa me neither.

sorry to the people who requested. im slow as helllllllll. also you can still request by the way haha

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Yogurt

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Summary: You leave Joe unattended for five minutes, and he thinks that your newly mixed homemade lotion is yogurt…

(Part One to - Part 2)

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*30 weeks pregnant*

Joe and I were at the beginning of getting ready for date night.

It was a pretty chill day at the house so far, we all slept in, had breakfast, and spent the day chilling on the couch.

Joe even tried to teach the twins how to play Super Smash Bros, but I intervened and shut that down pretty quickly.

Now, Joe and I were upstairs in our bathroom getting ready.

I just ironed Joe’s clothes, which I also picked out, and sent him to the bedroom to change while I used the bathroom.

In all honesty, I wasn't using the bathroom, I was setting up a prank.

After posting a couple of my pranks that I've done on Joe on TikTok as a Christmas present to his fangirls, a couple of the other WAGs have sent me ideas to try on him.

Tianna, Cody Ford’s GF, sent me this idea where the girl leaves an unmarked jar of seemingly yogurt out on the counter with a spoon inside of it, her boyfriend thinks it is yogurt and eats it.

Joe has always been one to steal a bite of my food when I wasn't watching, so I knew he'd take the bait.

After I was finished setting up the prank, I called Joe into the bathroom to see his outfit.

“Watcha think?” - Joe

“You look amazing. It's screaming dilf.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smirked

He reached out and grazed his fingertips over my bare bump.

It was a date night tradition for me to put my outfit on last. It would be revealed to Joe as he stood at the door, and I walked down the stairs to him.

So for now, I'd wear my undergarments and a robe, or when I'm pregnant, I'd opt for one of Joe’s t-shirts.

“Wait I need to go put some juice pouches in the fridge for the boys’ dinner later.” - you

My phone was already set up discretely in our heated towel rack, so when I left the room I hit the record button on my Apple Watch.

I actually did go downstairs and put juice pouches in the fridge like I said I would and came back upstairs to hear any reaction from Joe.

Just as I am striding into the bathroom, I hear a gagging sound.

Joe was under the faucet, frantically rinsing his mouth out.

“What happened?!” - you

He leaned up and wiped his mouth off with the towel above the toilet, giving me a stank face as he pointed to the jar of lotion.

“Whatever that is, is fucking disgusting.” - Joe

There was so much sassiness behind his tone that I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

“Probably because it's lotion, Joe.” - you

“Lotion?! I thought it was yogurt. It literally has a spoon in it!” - Joe

“That's because I just mixed it up.” - you

That's a lie, I squeezed it out of a bottle into a jar. 

“This is another prank, isn't it? Where's your phone at?!” - Joe

I pointed to the towel rack and Joe slowly rolled his head toward it.

When he saw it, his shoulders dropped defeatedly, and Joe let out a big sigh.

“I got you back.” - you singsonged

I poked him in the stomach repeatedly, and Joe didn't even move just shifted his eyes from the camera to me as he playfully glared.

“Bruh.” - Joe

Giggling as I hugged Joe against me, he patted my back dismissively. He was annoyed but wouldn't ignore my touch.

“You��re lucky I love you.” - Joe

“I know.” - you laughed

Joe ended up laughing with me before pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“Yay. More footage of me getting pranked my teammates are gonna shove in my face.” - Joe

“It’s okay, Joe, I'm sending their girls ideas to prank them too.” - you giggled

“That's my girl.” - Joe kissed your forehead again

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Authors note: the last blurb of the night!

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[how-serene]

Daydreaming of you, and it knocks me sideways

Pairing - Johnson (Reprisal) x Fem!Reader

Summary - Was there anything more heartbreaking than a summer fling?

Word Count - 706

Warnings - light angst, fem pronouns, use of pet names, no use of y/n, Johnson is stupidly in love

A/N - serving you all up some summer lovin' with a pinch of heartbreak.

The waves licked at your heels, as you steadily balanced on the surfboard. August’s blazing sun beamed down on your slick, wet skin. The baby blue bathing suit you adorned hugged at the dips of your body. You were the sweetest thing he had ever seen. As mouth watering as honey-dew on a scorching summer evening. 

Johnson took a long drag from his cigarette, as he leaned against the trunk of his car. Its black body gleamed in the sun, the surface blistering hot from sitting in the same parking spot for the past half-hour. People came and went, all huddled together like a pack of sardines carrying beach towels and coolers. They paid him no mind, as they bounded down the stone steps leading out to the sand. Where rows of umbrellas and sun-kissed bodies rested.

He stared up at the clear azure sky, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Yet he could feel it in the air. The wind brought a certain chill with it now, a warning for the seasonal change that was bound to come. Johnson ignored it, believing that if he paid no mind to it then it would somehow stall the inevitable. 

You approached the sand, floral painted surfboard tucked under your arm. The soles of your feet sunk into the damp sand whenever you took a step. You waved up at him, brightly smiling at his blurry figure in the distance. Even now, after all these months spent with you, the sight nearly knocked him back. He waved back, the lit cigarette between his fingers guiding you to him like a flare in the night. 

“Hey there, handsome!” you chirped, hopping up the steps. He could make out the patches of sand stuck to your bare legs. Johnson swallowed, tossing the cigarette to the ground before stepping on it. You stopped in front of him as he pushed his body off of the car.  

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You beamed at him, curling your fingers around his blazer to bring him forward. The taste of sea salt and coconut met his lips before he could react. He sighed against the shape of your mouth, not bothering to conceal the sound you brought out of him. Your lips molded against his, the sweet taste of your chapstick coating his tongue. He glided his hands over the curve of your back, pressing your damp body closer to his. 

Johnson wished this was all it took to prolong the summer days with you. Somehow put a temporary stop on the time, before it escaped him all together. He nipped at your bottom lip, his warm tongue sweeping over yours. His hands gently squeezed at your hips, drawing out a quiet moan from you. Johnson pushed against you, his lips leaving yours to trail over your jaw. He gently pressed a kiss beneath your ear, your skin warm against his lips.

“Alright, alright,” you breathed, pulling back from him, “Let me go rinse off and change, then we can grab a bite to eat.” 

His hands chased after you (they always do), trying to lure you back into his secure hold. You giggled, heat rising to your face. 

“I won’t be gone for long, lover boy,” you said, planting a faint kiss on his chin. 

He caved, “Alright, go on angel.” 

You winked at him, turning away to head to the shower stalls that waited near the end of the lot. 

Johnson felt his heart constrict at the sight. He recalled a summer night a few weeks ago, spent on your front porch. The rich voice of some local crooner spilled through a portable radio. Your body was firmly pressed against his, as you two silently swayed to the yearnings of a broken hearted man. The hot evening bore down on you two, as homemade sweet iced tea helped to chase it away. The memory made it seem as if it was just yesterday, when in truth the season was starting to catch up to you two. A summer fling. How many made it past the season? 

Johnson didn’t know, and wasn’t sure he wanted to. 

All he knew was that summer would end soon, and he hoped your love didn’t leave with it.

[gravehags]

something something papas and ghouls taking care of you when you’re sick send tweet

primo - herbal remedy king (homemade, naturally) but understands the power of vick’s vaporub. will feed you tinctures and tonics while his weathered hands gently rub the goop on your chest. doesn’t mind when you cough in his face while you sleep.

secondo - #1 pastina maker in the abbey, has his own special recipe. will feed you so much goddamn broth you feel like you’re going to explode but when you open your mouth to object, he simply gives you the Secondo Emeritus Look™️ and you shut right up and pick up your spoon.

terzo - wholly unphased by how gross you look/sound/feel. to him you are always his amore, even as he’s holding your hair and you’re emptying your stomach in the toilet for the fourth time that night. will always make sure you’re hydrated.

copia - the ultimate fussy guy. when you first mention you don’t feel so good he’s already got the thermometer in hand, herding you into the bedroom. he’ll cluck and mutter to himself in italian as he frets over you until you finally tell him to please come to bed, bello, you are wearing a hole in the rug with your pacing.

cumulus - oh lord she’s comin and she’s got the goods. lulu will get her hands on every medication available in the abbey and go over all the symptoms every one helps in order to pick the best one for you. rubs your back soothingly and peppers your face with kisses, regardless of how clammy you are.

cirrus - firmly but gently reassures you that no, you’re not dying it’s just a virus and this does happen to humans on occasion. is the most sensible of the ghouls when you’re sick and like terzo, always holds your hair for you. will strip you down and bathe you all by herself with no complaints.

sunshine - big time cuddler. completely unphased by your grossness and will pull you into her embrace and gently stroke your hair while kissing the top of your head. giggles a little when you thank her in a nasally voice.

aurora - queen of channel surfing. when you get tired of watching the price is right all morning she’ll snag the remote from you and put on a juicy lifetime movie. her commentary makes you laugh so hard you go into coughing fits but improves morale greatly.

swiss - when you show up in his doorway and hoarsely proclaim you don’t feel so good he’s already halfway dragging you to bed. after he gets all your garments off this man is making you a nest to end all nests. you WILL be cozy.

mountain - brings you tea with honey on such a constant rotation you have to beg him to stop or you’ll wet the bed to which he calmly tells you he’ll carry you to the toilet every time if that’s what it takes. cleans up your used tissues with zero bitching.

phantom - this bug is a panicker. he’s relatively new and doesn’t get what the flu is so he automatically assumes you’re dying. you end up comforting him more than the other way around. if you do a sinus rinse he’s at the sink next to you, watching and absolutely fascinated.

rain - the gentlest of all the ghouls when you’re sick. unlike the others, he knows when to give you space to heal and be alone. doesn’t mean he neglects you though - like cirrus will absolutely bathe you with no complaints and get you back in fresh pajamas.

dewdrop - speaking of complaints, this guy will bitch on your behalf til there’s no tomorrow. he’ll hold your giant water bottle up to your mouth, proclaiming how fucked up it is that you’re suffering and he can’t really do anything about it. always validates you and your feelings, even if you are being a little whiny baby.

aether - like secondo, he is making you a hearty soup the instant he hears a sniffle. he’s happy to make grocery store runs for your sick staples and comes home with way more than you’ll ever need. when you’re restless because your illness won’t let you sleep, he slings an arm around your waist to ground you and maybe, just maybe uses a little quintessence magic to lull you to sleep in his arms.

[kiddbegins]

Usually a Wilson girl but I had an idea for Chase lol.

What if he and reader went on like a date or something and the reader baked/cooked something....or had like some lotion/chapstick/lipgloss/idk on and it had strawberries in it and the reader obviously didn't know and yeah.

Strawberries - Robert Chase

Robert Chase x fem!reader Word count: idk I wrote this right here A/n: idk if I got the hospital stuff right but shhh ignore.

Baking is your love language. You have always loved to make some sort of sweet for the people around you. Birthday? Here’s a homemade cake for you. Graduation? Here’s some cookies.

Part of that meant remembering everyone’s favorites. Your sister would die for a white cake with lemon frosting. Your boss had a soft spot for red velvet with cream cheese icing.

The one person you haven’t gotten that information on was the man of your eye, Robert Chase. You’ve been on one single date, a nice restaurant that he insisted he pay on. But tonight you asked him to come over.

You planned on making dinner and of course you had to make a dessert. Strawberry cupcakes were your personal favorite and since you were already anxious it seemed like a win-win. Robert would be able to feel the attraction you felt towards him and you’d be able to breathe while you ate.

Win-win.

As you waited for him to show up you nitpicked at everything. Just slightly adjusting the two plates on the table at least three times in an attempt to not over think. He was just running late, he wasn’t ghosting you and he’d be here any second.

Which was true. Just as you started to think maybe you should give up (which is dramatic, it’s only been ten minutes), there was a couple gentle knocks on your front door. “Coming.”

You weren’t dressed up to the nines but still, the dress you wore was fancy enough that it was fitting for a nice dinner. His outfit was similar. Dark but well fitting jeans but a nice buttoned up shirt that was rolled up to his elbows.

“Wow you look… amazing,” his accented voice made you blush as it always did, ducking your head down slightly.

“Thanks, so do you. Come in. I made spaghetti bolognese, hope that’s good,” you stepped aside, rubbing your thumb nail against your index finger nervously as he stepped into your apartment.

Sure you’d been talking for a couple weeks but you didn’t exactly reach the ‘visiting one another’s places’ stage yet. Or, at least not until now. So his intense curiosity at your decor felt a bit overwhelming.

“That’s fine, I like that statue by the tv,” he pointed towards the small Greek statue right next to your television, a small smile spreading on your face.

“Thanks, it’s a uh, Medusa. I won’t bore you with the lore and stuff,” you chuckled, motioning for him to follow you into the dining room.

He was quiet for a moment behind you before sighing, “I doubt it’s boring. But it’ll be a story for next time right?” A warm smile growing on his face as he saw the set up table. “Wow, this looks great.”

Once more you blushed, unable to stop the way his face and accent made your heart nearly leap into your throat.

“Thanks, uh, thank you. I’ve always liked cooking and baking, that’s why I offered to make you dinner. I hope it’s okay,” you said nervously, putting the bowl of food onto the table and sitting across from Chase.

Of course as soon as it was set and the food dispersed you ate, going on about work and just, getting to know one another. What life was like in Australia for him, how life was for you back in your hometown.

Simple things, casual dinner talk. “You said you like baking? How’d you get into that?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin as you stood to clear the dishes.

“My grandma insisted that I learn how she made her snickerdoodle cookies and chocolate cake. That snowballed into messing with recipes when I was bored. Took home ec and culinary in high school.�� You explained as you rinsed the plates off.

“What’s your favorite thing to make?”

“Oh god, probably cakes? I’ve gotten pretty damn good at decorating them so it’s fun. You can tweak any little thing to put your own spin on the flavor. It’s amazing.”

You couldn’t help but get a bit excited talking about it. It was the one major connection between you and your grandmother that felt strong enough to last centuries. Generations.

Chase stood, walking up next to you, “That’s really cool, you’ll have to show me sometime.” He grinned, leaning up against the counter and looking down at you.

“I uh, I actually made some cupcakes for tonight. So if you wanted to try some of my baking,” you offered, turning slightly to him.

“Yes please,” he answered immediately, “I’d love to.”

His response made your stomach flutter, reaching over for the container you kept the cupcakes in. “Here, have one,” you held it out to him, waiting for him to take it before you took your own.

“Thanks,” his voice soft as he unwrapped the treat and took a bite.

You paused in anticipation before seeing his face drop. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, putting your own down.

“Is this strawberry?” He questioned, you nodding, confusion very clear on your face.

Before he could reply again he fell to the floor, the cupcake rolling away from him slightly. “Shit,” you went to kneel next to him before stopping yourself.

911, call 911. You ran to grab your phone and called before going to kneel next to him. You were just a baker, you didn’t know the first thing about medical crap.

All you could do was loosen the buttons by his neck and check that he was still getting air in. Not too long after you called there was a knock on the door and the first responders were giving him epinephrine and taking him away to the hospital.

Of course you were right behind, driving as quickly (and safely) as you could, to get there when he did.

“Hi im uh, Robert chase just got brought in for a uh, well I’m assuming an allergic reaction, could I go see him?” You talked to the lady in the emergency room, being told to wait as she checked someone was even here.

When she came back she nodded, “follow me.” The lady guided you to a curtain, pushing it aside to show the blonde laying on the bed with an iv in his hand and a pulsometer on his finger.

“God, I am so sorry-“

“Hey, don’t be, you didn’t know.” He cut you off before you could even get the apology out. “I should have said something about the strawberry thing if anything. I knew you were cooking and baking.”

You shook your head, “I should’ve asked. But you’ll be okay right?” You questioned, moving a chair to sit beside him.

“Yeah, not the first time it’s happened. Definitely won’t be the last.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Life right?”

A soft chuckle came from you before you nodded, “Yeah I guess so. I’ll be sure to avoid strawberries from now on.” You offered.

“Probably a good idea.” He replied with a laugh, no hard feelings at all.

“I think this is the first time I’ve almost killed my date.”

“For my sake please make it your last too,” he joked, shifting slightly on the hospital bed.

You fake thought about it with a hum before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE: An Insufferably Queer Film Review

I rewatched MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (1987) for the first time since it came out last night and WOW I have some thots about this thing. We enjoyed roasting the living shit out of it but there's a few gold nuggets in there despite the brutal budget cuts that impacted the plot and what not.

Contains plenty of spoilers.

God bless Wardrobe

OK so … the film doesn't bother to set up any real motivations for the characters, and He-Man (an incredible looking Dolph Lundgren rrrowrrrr) has almost no dialogue which is such a fucking waste. But this complete lack of narrative framework means we can apply OUR OWN explanations to events.

From the very beginning Skeletor has this obsession with He-Man, which will simmer and then culminate in a final showdown. But before we get to that hot mess, we have to wade through the middle of the film.

He gets as much screen time as He-Man.

Meet the utterly repulsive dwarf scientist Gwildor played by Billy Barty, a rinse-and-repeat of his performance as an utterly repulsive magic troll in Legend (1986). This dwarf is the film's Jar Jar. His face is like a deep dish pizza after an acid attack. His real mouth is visible behind the immobile thick prosthetics and it makes for some truly disturbing close-up dialogue shots. Please, pan away from Pizza the Hutt and give us another shot of Lundgren's pecs please I am begging you, DP

We find ourselves in Gwildor's hobbit hole, and he's a magical inventor. So he has this cylindrical object, it's not clear whether it's a weapon or a teleporter but I'm calling it the Butt-Reamer 9000. Inexplicably, there are two of these things and Skeletor has the other one, and wants to collect both of them. So Skeletor has an excuse to go hunting He-Man as he's hunting his missing McGuffin, er I mean sex toy.

Features rotating ticklers, a big improvement over the Butt Reamer 8000.

The thing about the Butt-Reamer 9000 is its magical power to make even this promising setup devolve into a grind as it whisks the Eternians into the magical, enchanting world of a 1987 New Jersey parking lot. WHO WROTE THIS?

The entire middle of the movie is pretty much hot garbage and involves police detectives, arson, vandalism, high school prom, and other dumb bullshit. Aside from the distractingly naked He-Man, the good guys are an utter bore and include some Eternians, some regular Earth humans and their quotidian concerns which really brings down the fun of the movie. (No, baby Courtney Cox, I don't care about your imminent breakup with your mediocre boyfriend!)

The film owes a second mortgage to Star Wars and steals a lot of ideas from it, from bad guys in shiny black stormtrooper helmets, to heroes shooting blue lasers, baddies shooting red.

Let's turn from this depressing state of affairs and focus back on our cherished villain blorbos.

(L-R: Karg, Evil-Lyn our goddess, and Blade.)

Evil-Lyn is beautiful, evil, a cold bitch queen. Gurl you can do so much better than sticking with this loser Skeletor.

Dump! Him! He's gay anyway!

Skeletor is a shit lazy boss of Greyskull and makes Evil-Lyn run the goddamn place in general. He literally shoots the messenger at one point. Great for morale, there, Skel buddy.

Look closer. Fierce!

There's a number of budget rate henchmen on the job, including Karg, who used a whole can of aqua net this morning and is running around in a white fur capelet with a massive bouffant. He is just doing his best okay, really it's hard to look fabulous around these other bitches.

Blade definitely deserved more screen time

Also, Blade, who had a slutty costume of silvery scale maille or something, and was a bit like a sci-fi bondage Riff Raff / space Judas Priest. Best side character costume.

So, there we have it, the queer coded villain roster of the film.

This homemade collage is for sure taped inside Skeletor's locker at school

Note the gigantic brown eye.

Finally, thank Satan, we return to Castle Greyskull, though it's more like beige-and-brown-skull. But aside from the questionable use of faux marble finishes, this is a quality villain lair with hard points installed directly in the floor of the living room, convenient death pits, and an excellent throne setup that I'm pretty sure they recycled for The Fifth Element.

He-Man is captured alive and brought before Skeletor. Blade does the honors with a 15 foot glowing red bullwhip to He-Man's naked and oiled back, much to the delight of dyed-in-the-wool sadist Evil-Lyn.

Movie is getting good now. Was the side quest to Jersey really necessary?

Skeletor, though, watches this action from the throne and has a lot of interesting responses. We had to conclude that Skeletor is a big old bottom but won't admit it. As a dom he is utterly ineffective. He's trying to make He-man kneel and all this shit but He-Man is not submissive at all. Skeletor is … lol. He really just wants to smell He-Man's dick.

The depths (heh) of his bottom nature will become apparent shortly. But first, a costume change.

Skeletor's glow up --- i'm every woman.

Honey we know you're just trying to impress He-man.

Werk tho.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Hole

The gigantic sky-sphincter directly behind the throne has slid open wide… "Begin! The Goatse Ritual! Join me, He-Man, as I become LORD OF THE GAPE" But He-Man's phallic symbol shines bright in defiance. In the end, Skeletor is vanquished symbolically by his own nature and instead of his hole swallowing He-Man, a gaping hole swallows Skeletor instead.

They don't really explain what happened to Evil-Lyn after He-Man's inevitable victory in final man to man combat but she was too smart to get caught sleeping in there and must have survived. What a hot evil competent BABE. After the events of the film end, I vote that Evil-Lyn seduces Teela (the good guy solder lady) and has a hot toxic lesbian affair with her.

Evil-Lyn serves cunt in hell 4 evar

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Nice fanart

Another breakdown on Buzzfeed if you enjoyed mine this is even more gay headcanon

The movie is free on Tubi if you want to subject yourself to it.

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If you have chronic nerve pain (trigeminal neuralgia) due to your broken wisdom tooth like I do, here’s my list of things to try for pain management. These things might help for other chronic or acute facial nerve pain issues, jaw pain, broken teeth, wisdom tooth pain, toothache, etc.

• Ibuprofen, Tylenol and most medications severely interact with my other conditions, especially my stomach conditions, so I avoid them as much as possible. Liquid versions aren’t as bad if I can find dye free, citric acid free, versions in flavors I’m not allergic to. These can help for a lot of people though, just ask your dr if you’re unsure.

• Brushing the broken area, gently, to clean out any food particles that might be stuck in it is hit or miss but can make a difference. It’s always sore for a while after brushing so that’s a con

• I make homemade clove tinctures with vodka and whole and ground cloves. I let it sit in a glass container in a cool,dark place for as long as possible and shake it when I see it (keep it with your spices you’ll remember it more). Then I take a gauze pad and get a dropper full and put it on it. Both cloves and vodka have anesthetic properties and can numb it for a bit. It’s a very temporary solution, also can cause soreness from pressure on the tooth.

• Hot pad on the cheek can cause soreness too (a running theme) BUT it helps a lot especially with cold sensitivity. After you remove the hot pad you can be extra sensitive to the cold or drafts in the air so that sucks too but it passes after a couple mins usually.

• Waterpik flossers are great for sensitive mouth issues, and clean out the tooth area with minimal soreness. Great but takes more spoons to do than toothbrushing and is less portable.

• CBD oil is hit or miss. I have other serious chronic pain disorders and just like many generalized pain management options, it can sometimes get rid of the headache I didn’t notice anymore or the joint pain I dissociate out of existence. Like yeah, glad thats gone but it just makes me focus on the other pain more. Some CBD options aren’t strong enough to do shit for me.

• Warm salt water gargle/rinse is helpful for me most of the time, and it is really important to keep any broken teeth very, very clean due to infection risk. The warmth and salt can help with the pain overall though and so far doesn’t have negative effects for me. It’s very mild in terms of managing the pain though, it’s like a soft gentle kiss on a boo-boo. Feels nice in the moment but when you’re done it usually just goes back to the pain your had.

• TENS units might work for you. I have several electrical abnormalities in my heart so I’m not allowed to use TENS but I’ve heard they can help. Definitely ask a dr first for this one though because I don’t know all the safety risks especially with facial pain

• Warm environments with no drafts or wind, ideal for this pain, for me is not ideal bc of my cardiac issues.

• Medical ultrasound machine, I’ve used these for other conditions in PT and they help a lot!! I don’t know if you can get these outside of a medical setting, especially for a reasonable price, but a provider might be able to help with this. There is the ultrasound goop they put on wherever they do it though so like, might not be fun and also might be a bit sore after?

• Last resort: adult beverages so I’m not paying attention to the pain. Works best for sleeping for me, but obviously has it’s drawbacks.

I avoid:

- Cold environments

- Drafts and wind on my face

- Cold foods

- Hard foods

- Sleeping on the side that hurts

- Chewing on that side

- Talking too much, chewing gum, etc.

- Going anywhere without at least one pain management option available

- Trying to sleep without a pain management option or plan ready to go

- Not brushing my teeth, at minimum I use mouthwash after meals

And some important reminders:

• Watch out for signs of infection and get treatment ASAP. Dental infections are no joke and can be life threatening quickly, especially if you have certain medical conditions such as heart valve disorders (like me).

• These recommendations are from personal experience, talk to your medical providers to see if they’re right for you. I am not a doctor just a humble chronically ill person.

• These are not a replacement for actual medical treatments for your condition, you should still see a professional if you can.

• Many insurances don’t cover dental, dental issues are more common amongst poor people, rooted in the idea that you can still work with fucked up teeth or without teeth . Hence why they’re called “luxury bones”

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Kill a Dixon Part 2

“How about I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches and you can take a shower. I’ll set out some of my clothes you can have too. Feel free to use any of my soaps and stuff. Take your time, chill out.” Shane said as he got two cans of coke from his fridge. Daryl stood with his arms crossed over his chest nervously as he stood just inside the sheriff's apartment. He’d just pulled off his shoes when the officer had done the same. 

It was tidy enough. There were sneakers shoved under a side table beside the couch, a jacket tossed over the back of the recliner and the trash was full. It looked like any other bachelor pad he’d seen. Beer cans in the trash, microwave meals, not a lot of counter top food. It didn’t seem… scary. 

“Um… are you sure you want me to wear your clothes? These are still clean. The hospital gave me them so I can just wear these.” Daryl said once he nodded to the man who handed him a soda. He didn’t wanna be a burden. Maybe. He just felt like letting Shane help. He really wanted a grilled cheese though, he hadn’t had homemade warm food for a while. Even if it was just bread and cheese. 

Shane smiled and looked down for a second before looking back up at the boy through his eyelashes. 

“Daryl, I told you to go get a shower and I’ll lay out some clothes for you. Now, go wash up, take as long as you want to, and I’ll have some clothes set out and a grilled cheese hot in the pan.” Shane said in a way that was gentle but left no room for argument. He’d usually only ever use it on kids but it didn’t seem to offend the young man. Daryl just nodded and mumbled an ‘alright.’

“It’s right over there and I’ll put some clothes on the table there. You can just grab them and change in the bathroom.” Shane explained and pointed to one of the two doors in the entire apartment. There was a side table next to the door since the couch was on the same wall. Daryl nodded and walked into the bathroom. 

It was a shitty apartment bathroom but it wasn’t bad. The bathtub was bigger than the small one Daryl had at home, and there was a detachable shower head. Daryl was happy about that. He could really wash what needed to be washed without contorting himself as much. He pulled his hoodie off and then the plain white cotton t-shirt. He untied the sweatpants the hospital had given him and looked around for a minute. 

The walls were a light green and didn’t seem gross, there was a rack with towels on it and some extra shampoo and wash rags, and the toilet lid was up but it was clean. The sink was clean, a toothbrush sitting in a cup next to the faucet and a tube of toothpaste sat capless next to it. There was a bottle of mouthwash too and Daryl wondered if he might be able to use some of it. It would be nice to be able to burn away everything in his mouth. Hell he’d like to drink the whole thing but that didn’t seem to be the best thing to do. 

He opened the door a crack and chewed the inside of his lip for a minute before speaking loudly. 

“Officer Walsh?” He said and held his shirt in his hand close to his chest, covering his bruised muddled skin. Shane quickly moved to be able to see the bathroom door. 

“Yes? Do you need something? You alright?” He said concerned. Daryl swallowed and nodded.

“Could I have some of your mouthwash?” He said and looked down at the floor. Shane took a breath of relief and nodded. 

“Yeah, totally. Actually you know what, I’ve got an extra toothbrush under the sink. You can have that if you want to brush your teeth.” Shane said. He always had an extra toothbrush at his place. Daryl closed and locked the door again without a thank you. Shane almost found his lack of manners endearing. 

Granted it was a pink one, Daryl was happy to have it. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth out. He then gurgled and swished with the mouthwash. He was about to spit it out but then thought of what had happened came rushing back to him. As tears prickled his eyes he swallowed the burning mint liquid. 

He pulled off the sweatpants and his socks and took a moment to figure out the shower and wait for the water to turn warm. 

He had to admit that the hot water felt nice. The water pressure felt so good too, like a massage. So much better than the shit shower at home. There were four bottles of soap sitting on the side of the bathtub and Daryl read them while enjoying the way the water felt pattering away at his shoulders. They seemed to kinda fancy. He popped open the bottle of body wash and sniffed it. It was sort of minty, sort of like an orange. 

Daryl put a small amount in his hand and looked at it. Officer Walsh had said feel free to use it…

He put a bit more and started scrubbing at the layers of gross that coated his skin. 

He never got this after. He never just got to be clean after. 

Floods of relief and anger and sadness washed over him and he scrubbed harder at his own skin. Each press against the bruises hurt but he almost wanted it to. He scrubbed at his ears and his face and turned the water temperature up even more. Steam was rising all around him and the water turned his skin pink. 

Sniffling he grabbed the shower head from where it was being held up and held it closer to himself, the heat burned him but made him feel clean. Really clean. He cried harder as he got more soap onto his hand and scrubbed at his legs and the insides of his thighs. The water was too hot on his sensitive skin. He cried harder and scrubbed harshly at his dick. He cried harder, sobs starting to wrack his body from both pure sadness and a bit from pain. He ended up dropping the shower head causing it to bang against the wall. 

“Fuck!” He said and grabbed it back up. 

Shane had heard the sobs. He understood that maybe Daryl just needed to let loose all those feelings and the shower was usually the best place to let those feelings fly. But when he heard a loud bang he ran to get to the door. 

“Daryl? Daryl, are you okay? Did you drop something, are you alright?” He said loudly with his hand on the doorknob. He heard the shower turn off and some sniffling. 

“I’m fine.” Daryl said and grabbed a towel and started drying his hair. Shane waited there for a moment before walking back to the kitchen, giving the boy some privacy to grab the tank top and sweatpants off the table by the door. Shane had also left a pair of socks and a sweatshirt from the sheriff office that he’d shrunk on accident. 

“Alright. Clothes are right here. Come get you a sandwich when you’re done.” Shane said and went back to put the three grilled cheeses on a plate once he grabbed himself one. 

Daryl peaked out after drying himself off. He grabbed the pile of clothes quickly and retreated his upper half back into the bathroom. His skin hurt. Everything hurt. His bones hurt. His heart hurt. His head hurt the worst. And he still felt gross like everything was still in him. 

He picked up the sweatshirt first, it was nice, he thought as much as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. It was thick, heavy cotton and smelled really good. He pulled it on then pulled on the sweatpants, having to roll the waistband a few times to make the fit. He wiped some steam from the mirror over the sink and looked at his face. He wiped some tears and snot from his face with his sleeve and sucked the snot up his nose and pulled the loose pants back up.

One step out of the door he decided the socks would be a good idea. He folded his clothes and set them beside him on the couch and left Officer Walsh’s clothes in the bathroom. He pulled the socks over his feet and stood up only to be sitting back down as the officer handed him a plate of food and another soda. 

“Is everything good? Fits alright?” The officer asked around a mouthful of food as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch. Daryl looked at the food for a moment and picked up one of the hot sandwiches. 

“Yeah, it’s good. This shirt is really nice. Thanks.” Daryl said as he shoved more and more of the cheesy bread into his mouth. He was already on the second one when Shane finished his. 

“You want anything else? I can make you another.” Shane offered as he watched the boy shovel food down his throat. Daryl shook his head immediately and Shane just looked at him. His skin was still pink from the shower, the bruises on his throat and neck weren’t as dark as he thought they’d be, the way he held himself seemed to be similar to that of a feral cat. All claws and teeth until you feed it and give it some pets. 

“Hey, can we talk now? I can take a peak at those ribs when we’re done, alright?” Shane said after a minute. Daryl drank some of his soda and kept the plate in his lap. 

“Alright. What’d you wanna talk about?” Daryl said hoping he wasn’t really gonna have to talk about it. Shane raised his eyebrows and looked at him. 

“You know what I want to talk about. What happened last night? Who put you there?” Shane asked in a gentle tone. This was just a kid. A kid who’d been through a lot. 

“Got locked to a pipe.” Daryl said and stared off to some spot on the floor. Shane nodded.

“Yeah I know, I unlocked you from a pipe. Who locked you there?” Shane asked again in his most gentle tone. Daryl shifted around and looked at his feet. 

“‘M not gonna tell ya if you’re gonna get ‘em in trouble.” Daryl mumbled out and side eyed the officer. Shane nodded and thought about it. Maybe it was an offender that they could finally book for good, maybe it was someone who they were looking for, and maybe if Shane knew them he’d go find them on a friday night and make them sorry. 

It’s better to know and not tell Daryl if he knows them. Just to know who did this, to keep an eye out. 

“I’m not on the clock. I won’t talk to anybody about whatever you say.” Shane said sincerely while staring right into those ocean blue eyes. Daryl looked over at him for a moment and nodded a small bit. 

“Daddy does it. Since I got street legal. He puts stuff in my drinks or something, knocks me out. He just puts me somewhere, calls all his crackhead friends and dudes he drinks with, and usually they’ll buy him a round or give him an eight ball or something.” Daryl said quietly while staring off. He’d never told anyone. He’d never let himself. 

Shane felt sick. And mad. And disgusted. Daryl's own father does this to him? How could a father ever do this to a child. All those domestic calls, all those CPS notes, all of that did nothing to stop him from doing this to his youngest child. To his baby boy. 

“I’m usually asleep for most of it, which is nice I guess. I just wake up after a few hours and either someone comes and gets me or Daddy unlocks me in the mornin’. He always pats me on the back or buys breakfast after. Tells me I did a good job.” Daryl said and shrugged. It felt… Just saying it felt so freeing. Just telling someone felt like he was unlocking a part of himself. 

“Daryl… Can’t you leave? Stay somewhere else, somewhere where your father can’t do this to you. Daryl this… everything that’s happened to you, why do you keep going back to him?” Shane asked after a long quiet moment. 

“I dunno… Merle comes home when he’s not in jail, it’s a roof and beer, and there’s not really anyone else who wants me. Momma died and Merle’s always in trouble and the poor people housing folks won’t let me in cause of my record and daddy and Merle’s reputations. I- I don’t got no where else ‘cept home.” Daryl said and started crying again. The thought of being alone without a home and not being able to see Merle and being all alone in the world made him feel so small. So lost. He sniffled and pulled the ends of his sleeves over his hands and wiped his face. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I understand. Being so young and alone, it’s scary. I understand Daryl, I know.” Shane said caringly and moved to grasp him lightly on the shoulder. Daryl crumpled and let out a loud sob as tears and snot started flowing down his face. He looked over at Shane and the older man couldn’t even help himself. Couldn’t restrain himself. 

Shane moved to kneel in front of the boy and pull him into a hug. A tight, warm, hug. The kind you give to someone you love, the kind that can hold all the broken pieces together. 

Daryl hiccuped and sobbed out, his arms trapped between his own chest and Officer Walsh’s, his plate falling down his legs to the floor beside them. 

Shane let out quiet sh, sh, sh as he kept steady pressure squeezing the boy, just enough to ground him without making all those bruises ache or disturbing his ribs. He felt each ragged intake of air and heard each cry. He just held the boy and tried to push his own emotions away. Anger, sadness, he had to push it all away. 

Daryl just cried and cried and shoved his face into Officer Walsh’s shoulder. The older man was so nice, so warm, so solid. So, so solid. Like an anchor keeping Daryl from floating away and getting lost. 

Soon he felt boneless. Aching, but boneless. He sniffled and just let himself be held. He felt gross and soggy and his ribs really fucking hurt but being held so close almost made up for it all. He started to breathe in time with Officer Walsh’s hands rubbed up and down his back in slow strokes in a slow rhythm. 

Shane pulled back once Daryl had calmed down, just moving back to hold him by the shoulders and look into those red rimmed eyes. 

“It’ll be alright. I’ll help you, alright. I’ll help you get away from him. I’ll help you get housing, a job, we’ll get you all set alright. You’ve got someone on your side now. You won’t have to go back. You won’t have to try alone.” Shane said and kept his gaze steady with Daryl’s thin blue eyes. There was so much there. So much behind them. He backed up his gaze to take in Daryl’s whole face. He was an awfully cute kid, someone who’d be easy to take advantage of. Fucking bastards. 

“I gotta go back. I don’t got no jeans that fit. Plus I got a backpack and my bow and I don’t got anywhere to stay and I don’t wanna stay here. I don’t know you.” Daryl said and shook away Shane’s hands. He couldn’t just… he couldn’t stay there. Alone. With a man who seems strong and has a gun and has an in with the cops. It just wasn’t safe. 

But Daryl really wishes he could though. He really wishes he could have another sandwich and another hug. He wishes he could get another shower. He really wishes he could just smother himself in the smell coming from the sweatshirt hanging off him. He feels safe. But he knows better than to trust a man he just met. 

Shane swallowed and nodded, backing up to sit next to the boy. It was fair. Actually it was so much more reasonable than anything Shane would have come up with in the moment. But after a moment he came up with a few ideas. 

“I’ve got a friend. He’s in the department too. He’s nice and compassionate and a really great guy. He lives in the suburbs, he’s got a great wife with a baby on the way. I could call him and ask if you might be able to sleep there. Then tomorrow we could go with you and you could go get your stuff.” Shane explained and thought about it. Rick and Lori were such good people. If Rick just sat down and talked to Daryl, got to know Daryl, Shane was sure he’d let the young man crash in the extra bedroom downstairs. Daryl just stared at him for a minute. He’s really offering to help. He’s bringing in other people. People who he knew Daryl would trust to sleep in the same house with. 

“Really?” He said in disbelief. Shane smiled and gently patted the younger man's back. 

“Yeah. We’ll do this together. Whichever way you’re comfortable with. Look, you can watch TV or look in the kitchen for something to eat. Do whatever you want, I’m gonna call my friend. His name’s Rick, by the way. Rick Grimes.” Shane said and handed the boy the TV remote.

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Stew and Ale (part 1 of 2)

Prompt: "When you realize the lasagna you had for lunch was still around your mouth."

Final Fantasy XVI | Dion Lesage/Terence | Pre-canon, Fluff and Silliness

[Part 2 here]

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It was their first time back home after a long time on the front lines. Dion wanted to commemorate the occasion by spending the day alone with Terence, of which he was only too happy to oblige.

Terence had gotten better at cooking since the day he made Dion soup two summers ago. Marié had been a firm taskmaster, but his efforts had borne the sweetest fruit, when Dion had partaken of his first homemade pot-au-feu with a smile and asked for seconds. He remembered his prince being so genuinely excited at that time, he’d forgotten to rinse off his mouth after the meal; thankfully, no one had so much as noticed nor spoken of it.

It had happened again a second time, after they shared a meal in their private tent in the encampment, a more flavorful vegetable stew chock-full of ripe tomatoes. They had been heartily discussing the soldiers’ drinking contest that had happened a few days back, and how silly everyone had all been in hindsight. Terence had stopped short on seeing Dion’s smile then, which had quickly turned into a concerned frown at his sudden silence. “What is it, Terence?”

There it was again: a streak of red above his lips and on his teeth, and his prince was too close.

Before Terence had known what he was doing, he’d quickly put his lips over Dion’s, gently licking away the sauce that had been there before withdrawing to drink a glass of water. Either it had tasted better than he remembered, or he was already drunk. “I-I couldn’t find the table napkin,” he’d stammered his poor excuse while groping around his side of the table blindly. 

Dion’s cheeks had been equally red, even as he smiled in amusement while putting a hand over his kissed lips. “I see.”

Looking back, his prince had probably set it all up, the sneaky, magnificent bastard.

Then it happened a third time, then a fourth, then Greagor knew how many more. Terence already prepared a couple of extra napkins with him since then, so he would never be unprepared for any more surprises. Dion would fortunately(? wisely?) relent on their busier days, but would otherwise act uncharacteristically petulant on seeing the napkin, either staring Terence down until he relented or outright grabbing the cloth from his hand and hiding it behind his back. Those days would end up with heated kisses, mussed hair and bruised necks, and food spilled everywhere else. (“I thought the idea was to make you presentable in a manner of your choosing, my prince?”

“It was, indeed. And I am now presentable,” Dion had smirked, his cheeks a healthy glow from the making out they had just done earlier. The commanders had seemed pleased at how well their liege appeared that day, so Terence had to concede.)

All these thoughts crossed Terence’s mind now as he spread out on the blanket several containers of food he had packed for today’s outing: hard-boiled chicken eggs, several loaves of bread, summer sausages, an assortment of dried fruits and nuts, and a hearty beef stew with carrots and potatoes. The last of these was clearly a bad idea and was difficult to prepare, but Dion had insisted on it. (And Terence should have known to refuse, really, but he was not in a position to disobey his liege. Really, he wasn’t.)

For now, he set those thoughts aside to partake of their late lunch after hours of riding. Dion, as always, was all smiles tasting Terence’s cooking. “Marié has been teaching you well, I see.”

“She is very… particular about following recipes. I do appreciate the strictness all the same.” Terence dipped a slice of bread into his stew and bit into it. The flavor of this one thankfully kept throughout their journey, unlike the other choices he had considered before Marié had whacked him over the head and told him everything wrong about said choices.

Dion merely laughed at the story, the loudest Terence had ever seen him do so in weeks.

They forgot the time as they ate, talking about everything under the sun, everything they had missed out on while they were busy and exhausted with their work. They were always happy to make the most out of these days of respite, few and far between as they were. Life was too short to spend brooding over unfortunate possibilities and events that have yet to pass, after all.

It was only when they had packed up and loaded everything back on their horses that Terence noticed a large drop of thick sauce that started from the corner of Dion’s lip and threatened to drip down the angle of his jaw onto the white collar of his shirt. Before Terence knew it, he immediately stepped close to his prince, napkin at the ready. “You missed this spot, my prince.”

To this, Dion merely smiled knowingly, wiping away the sauce that threatened to fall while ignoring the thin trail it had left on his chin. Good Greagor, he should have known. “You’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?” Terence let his annoyance slip out before he could stop himself, but he couldn’t care less at the moment.

For a while, a contrite frown appeared on Dion’s face at seeing his lover cross at him, but this immediately transformed into a more wistful one as he explained himself. “It was the only way I could get you to lighten up, my knight. I apologize for committing all that subterfuge.”

Terence wanted nothing more than to laugh at himself. Or beat himself up. Do both at the same time. He ended up doing the first, as he put down the empty containers down to the side and cupped Dion’s face with his hands. “You didn’t have to do all that, my prince. You can always be open with me. I will always listen to you.”

They had both always known that, deep down; perhaps it was but a matter of affirmation on Dion’s part, as more and more of himself had worn away over time and over life. And Terence was the person who could give him that affirmation, an honor and responsibility he was glad to bear for the rest of his years, for as long as Dion would have him.

The same Dion now looked at him lovingly, just like the day they had first bared their feelings to each other, and all the days since then. “Thank you, Terence.” He then leaned up into Terence’s lips to capture a quick kiss, then cocked his head to a side invitingly. “I let you know what I want, my knight. Now tell me what you want in return.”

Terence did not voice his reply anymore, claiming Dion’s lips once more in a deeper kiss, licking off the trail of sauce around his mouth while he was at it. Dion hummed in approval as he responded in kind, circling his arms around Terence’s neck and running his gloved fingers through his hair. It was a good thing that they had nothing to do for the rest of the day, because they certainly wouldn’t be going home anytime soon.

All things considered, everything was still as it should be, for better or worse. And for it, Terence decided to forgive his sneaky prince for now, and maybe for everything else after that, should something like this happen again. It was what he wanted, too, after all.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Jiro Chiba’s alarm went off right at 6:30 am.

Jiro woke up with his hands clutching his throat. He took several, shaky breaths. He turned the clock off. He was shivering. He was sweaty. He swallowed hard.

Jiro groaned as he got up. He stumbled into the bathroom and considered his various bottles and tubes of medicines. Just painkillers, his throat was acting up again, but nothing else he needed. He rubbed some lotion on his hands and the sides of his mouth. Jiro pulled his gloves on over his hands. He flexed his fingers a few times, his hands were stiff with the colder weather.

"thank you for breakfast," Jiro rinsed his dishes and stacked them as Aiko nodded in agreement, "Yeah, thanks Mom!"

"Good morning, sleepy head," Mrs. Chiba shut the fridge and placed his homemade pickles down on the counter.

"good morning."

"Are you okay?"

"i had a nightmare."

His mom hummed sympathetically as she passed him a bowl of rice with some leftover grilled mackerel. She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. Jiro picked at his breakfast, not really hungry.

Aiko flounced into the kitchen, humming happily as she, Jiro, and their mother ate.

Jiro pulled on his uniform, brushed his teeth, and slicked his hair back. He paced while he waited for his sister to finish.

"Aniki~! Let's go!"

Jiro joined Aiko at the front door, the short girl offered him one of the two bento boxes in her hands and the two  left for school. The girl rambled on for most of the walk: about Nana's brief disappearance and how that was affecting their group costume, about her upcoming tests, about Koyuki's crush on Hijiri Itakawa (whoever that was), about how she knew that the Akira Nana was friends with was the same Akira, and did Jiro want to go to the store after school and get more pickling stuff?

...

"no, not really."

"But you're almost out."

"yeah, but i don't want to."

Aiko stuck her tongue out, "Buuuuuuuuu... Boring."

Jiro pat her on the head, "hhhhaiko..."

She took off towards her friends as the pair made it to school.

The boy wandered aimlessly, looking for that blond kid. He coughed and made his way to a bench while he waited for the fit to subside.

He decided he may as well go to his homeroom once his coughing eased up.

Eijiro tripped on his way down the stairs as Jiro headed up. The red head reached out an arm that wasn't there, but caught himself with the other, saving himself from falling.

Jiro had stopped when he'd seen Eijiro.

He wheeshed out a breath he'd held when he saw the younger boy.

...

The boy hadn't been at school. Not at all. Jiro was nervous. He couldn't stop looking over his shoulder. Aiko ran out of the school, happy as always.

"Auuuuugggggghhhh," she flopped against her brother, "midterms suuuuuuuuck."

"yeah..."

"Come on," Aiko started off down the sidewalk, "Last one home does dishes!"

"... aiko, do you know anything about a white haired kid in your grade? tall, lanky boy?"

"Hijiri? What about him?"

"do you know where he lives?"

"Nope! Why?"

"no reason... he left a notebook."

"Ah," Aiko blew a raspberry, just give it to him tomorrow. Come on!"

Jiro had taken off to his room after supper. His head was more clear after Hijiri tried to kill him.

They were both equally as fucked.

Probably. It seemed like they were, just based on Hijiri's retaliation killing.

The problem was that left Jiro directionless again. He needed to talk to Hijiri, but he felt like that would be hard...

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Ways to self-treat mumps; MedicoSutra

self-treatment methods for mumps have been helping people since ancient times. In this article, we will discuss home remedies for mumps and also focus on how to prevent mumps so that it can be stopped from recurring or spreading.

Ways to self-treat mumps

(1.) Some indigenous methods are adopted for self-treatment of mumps, which mainly includes self-treatment of mumps with the help of the patient's food and drink, cleanliness, red medicine (potash permanganate), milk and raisins. If the effect of mumps is more, then Ayurvedic, homeopathic and allopathic medicine for mumps should be used with the advice of a mumps specialist.

(2) If a child or man gets mumps, isolate him for at least 6 to 7 days. This can prevent the paramyxovirus of mumps from spreading.

(3) A patient of mumps should get his mouth cleaned thoroughly at least once or twice a day. During this time, he should rinse his mouth with red medicine (potash permanganate).

(4) Give more liquids to the patient suffering from mumps. If he tries to eat hard food, it can hurt the throat and he also faces problem in chewing hard food. If the patient is experiencing severe pain in mumps, he should immediately contact a specialist.

Home Remedies for Galsua in Hindi

One way to treat mumps on your own is to make a cotton cloth bundle and lightly heat it on a hot pan. After that, slowly apply the hot bundle to the mumps. This process can be done two to three times a day.

From time to time, one should gargle by mixing half a teaspoon of salt in a glass of lukewarm water. This is considered useful for the prevention of mumps.

Swelling and pain can be reduced by applying an ice pack on the mumps. This gives relief to the patient. Apply ice pack on the mumps affected area two to three times a day.

What should not be eaten in mumps (Galsua me kya nahi khaana chahiye)

If the patient is confused about what to eat and what not to eat in mumps, then first of all he should refuse sour foods. Because consuming sour fruits during mumps can increase swelling. Apart from this, sour fruits contain acidity due to which they can also cause burning sensation in the mouth. Some small children whose digestive system is weak, when they consume sour fruits in large quantities, their digestive system does not work properly.

Homemade treatment for mumps / Mumps bandage

According to Ayurveda and Ayurvedacharya, in case of mumps, there is swelling in the red gland due to phlegm. If there is swelling in it, then grind any one of the medicines like leprosy, turmeric , chitrakula, mustard, saubhan etc. in dhatura juice and make a paste on it. After this, apply the paste on the mumps with light hands. When it is applied properly, then tie it with a light cotton on top. This leaf of mumps can prove to be especially beneficial.

Mumps is called by many names such as; earwax, earlobe fever, earlobe fever, stone donkey, mumps, epidemic parotitis, etc.

How does mumps occur (Galsua kaise hota hai)

Mumps is a type of virus that spreads from one patient to another through infection. It is mostly seen in children between the ages of 5 to 15 years. It usually spreads in the spring season. If someone gets infected with mumps, then the parietal glands get swollen.

does mumps form pus

No, mumps does not form pus if it is a normal inflammation. But it can cause serious problems if proper care is not taken.

Symptoms of mumps

There are many types of symptoms of mumps. If you are not able to identify them then you must seek the advice of a mumps specialist. Let us know what are the initial symptoms of mumps;

Mumps often comes on suddenly

During this period, the patient may have a sore throat, fever and pain behind the ear.

Pain on opening the mouth

Inflammation with high fever

In some cases, a slight swelling may also be felt in the front part of the chest

Patient feels pain while speaking

Pain in eating hard food

Pain is felt when the swelling of the mumps is pressed

Foul odor from mouth

Mouth always feels dry

Feeling tired

Not feeling like eating anything i.e. loss of appetite

In how many days does a sore throat heal (Galsua kitne di me thik hota hai)

In most cases, mumps is cured within 20 to 25 days with proper care. Quick recovery of mumps also depends on the health of the child. Healthy children who have strength in their body do not feel weakness easily.

mumps is spread by

Mumps is a type of viral infection that spreads rapidly from one patient to another due to lack of cleanliness. It spreads in the form of droplets while breathing or by consuming contaminated food and water.

What harm does mumps cause to the body

Many types of diseases can occur when mumps occurs such as, the number of sperms produced in Sertoli cells decreases drastically. Apart from this, swelling also occurs in the stomach due to mumps, due to which vomiting, diarrhea and severe pain in the stomach are felt, but it gets cured in three to four days.

Can mumps make a person deaf

Yes, if proper care is not taken in time, then complaints of deafness can also be seen in children due to mumps. Therefore, if mumps is bothering you a lot, then instead of treating the mumps yourself, it is better to consult a specialist.

Ways to Treat Mumps Yourself - Conclusion

Friends, in this article we have learned how to cure mumps by treating it ourselves. Along with this, we have also learned about the symptoms of mumps and special precautions. Friends, mumps is a type of infection spread by a virus. Special attention should be paid to the cleanliness of children between the ages of 5 and 15 years. Along with this, children should also be taught that if they see any such patient, they should immediately maintain a proper distance from them. Along with this, if mumps is taken care of properly, then it generally does not cause any serious disease.

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Snorkel Mask: A Gateway to Underwater Exploration

Snorkeling is a popular recreational activity that offers a window into the vibrant underwater world. At the heart of this activity lies the snorkel mask, a critical piece of equipment that allows snorkelers to see clearly and breathe comfortably while submerged. This article delves into the importance, types, features, and care of snorkel masks, providing a comprehensive guide for enthusiasts and beginners alike.

The Importance of a Snorkel Mask

A snorkel mask serves two primary functions: it creates an air pocket around the eyes for clear vision and provides a watertight seal to keep water out of the nose and eyes. This allows snorkelers to observe marine life and underwater landscapes without discomfort or distraction. A well-fitting snorkel mask is essential for an enjoyable and safe snorkeling experience, as leaks or poor visibility can hinder exploration and pose safety risks.

Types of Snorkel Masks

Snorkel masks come in various designs, each catering to different preferences and needs:

Traditional Snorkel Mask: This consists of a separate mask and snorkel tube. The mask covers the eyes and nose, while the snorkel tube allows breathing at the surface. This type is popular for its simplicity and versatility.

Full-Face Snorkel Mask: This innovative design covers the entire face, integrating the mask and snorkel into one unit. It allows natural breathing through the nose and mouth and provides a wider field of vision. Full-face masks are favored for their comfort and ease of use, especially among beginners.

Prescription Snorkel Mask: For snorkelers with vision impairments, prescription snorkel masks are available. These masks have corrective lenses built into the design, enabling clear vision underwater without the need for contact lenses or glasses.

Key Features to Consider

When selecting a snorkel mask, several features should be taken into account:

Fit and Comfort: A good mask should fit snugly without being too tight. Adjustable straps and soft silicone skirts help ensure a comfortable, leak-free fit.

Field of Vision: Masks with larger lenses or panoramic designs provide a wider view, enhancing the snorkeling experience by allowing snorkelers to see more of their surroundings.

Anti-Fog Coating: Fogging can obscure vision, so many masks come with anti-fog coatings or treatments. Additionally, using anti-fog solutions or homemade remedies can help maintain clear lenses.

Durability: High-quality materials, such as tempered glass lenses and silicone skirts, increase the longevity and reliability of the mask.

Caring for Your Snorkel Mask

Proper care and maintenance of a snorkel mask are crucial for its performance and longevity:

Rinse After Use: Always rinse the mask with fresh water after use to remove salt, sand, and chlorine, which can degrade materials over time.

Store Properly: Store the mask in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight. Avoid placing heavy objects on top of it to prevent deformation.

Avoid Abrasive Cleaners: Use mild soap and water to clean the mask, and avoid abrasive cleaners or scrubbing pads that can scratch the lenses.

Regular Inspections: Check the mask regularly for signs of wear, such as cracks in the lens or tears in the silicone skirt, and replace components as needed.

Conclusion

A snorkel mask is more than just a piece of gear; it is a gateway to the wonders of the underwater world. Whether you are a seasoned snorkeler or a first-time explorer, choosing the right mask and taking proper care of it can significantly enhance your snorkeling adventures. With a clear view and comfortable fit, you can immerse yourself in the beauty of the ocean and create unforgettable memories beneath the waves.

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The Benefits and Recipes for Natural Mouthwash

Introduction :- 

In recent years, there has been a growing interest in natural and organic products, including personal care items like mouthwash. Many people are turning to natural mouthwashes as a way to avoid the chemicals and artificial ingredients found in conventional products. In this article, we will explore the benefits of using natural mouthwash and provide some easy-to-make recipes.

Benefits of Natural Mouthwash

Chemical-Free: Conventional mouthwashes often contain alcohol, artificial flavors, and colors. Natural mouthwashes are typically free from these additives, reducing the risk of irritation and allergic reactions.

Safe for Daily Use: The gentle ingredients in natural mouthwashes make them safe for daily use, promoting oral health without the harshness of traditional mouthwashes.

Eco-Friendly: Natural mouthwash recipes often use biodegradable ingredients, making them a more environmentally friendly choice.

Cost-Effective: Many natural mouthwash ingredients can be found in your kitchen or easily purchased at a low cost, making it a budget-friendly option.

Key Ingredients in Natural Mouthwash

Baking Soda: Known for its ability to neutralize acids and maintain pH balance, baking soda helps reduce bad breath and fight bacteria.

Essential Oils: Oils like peppermint, tea tree, and clove have antimicrobial properties that help kill bacteria and freshen breath.

Aloe Vera: This soothing ingredient helps heal and prevent mouth ulcers and gum inflammation.

Hydrogen Peroxide: When diluted, hydrogen peroxide acts as a disinfectant and can whiten teeth.

Salt: A simple saltwater rinse can reduce inflammation and promote healing in the mouth.

Simple Natural Mouthwash Recipes

Baking Soda and Essential Oil Mouthwash

Ingredients: 1 cup of distilled water, 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 3-5 drops of peppermint essential oil.

Instructions: Mix all ingredients in a bottle and shake well before each use. Swish a small amount in your mouth for 30 seconds and spit out.

Aloe Vera Mouthwash

Ingredients: 1/2 cup of aloe vera juice, 1/2 cup of distilled water, 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 2-3 drops of tea tree oil.

Instructions: Combine all ingredients in a bottle and shake well. Use 1-2 tablespoons to rinse your mouth for 30 seconds, then spit out.

Hydrogen Peroxide Mouthwash

Ingredients: 1/2 cup of 3% hydrogen peroxide, 1/2 cup of distilled water.

Instructions: Mix the ingredients together. Swish in your mouth for 30 seconds, being careful not to swallow, then spit out. Use once a week for whitening and disinfecting.

Saltwater Rinse

Ingredients: 1 cup of warm water, 1 teaspoon of salt.

Instructions: Dissolve the salt in the warm water. Rinse your mouth with the solution for 30 seconds and spit out. Use daily to reduce inflammation.

Tips for Using Natural Mouthwash

Consistency: Use your natural mouthwash regularly to see the best results. Incorporate it into your daily oral care routine.

Storage: Store your homemade mouthwash in a cool, dark place and make small batches to ensure freshness.

Caution: Always perform a patch test with essential oils to check for allergies or sensitivities.

Conclusion

Natural mouthwashes offer a gentle and effective way to maintain oral health while avoiding the harsh chemicals found in many commercial products. With simple ingredients and easy recipes, you can create your own natural mouthwash at home, tailored to your specific needs. Give these natural alternatives a try and enjoy the benefits of a healthier mouth and a happier environment.

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6 Best & Easy homemade natural mouthwash you should try

Rinsing your mouth with a cup of mouthwash once or twice a day improves your breath and kills hazardous oral bacteria. Other benefits of liquid mouthwashes include teeth remineralization, improved gum health, and the treatment of canker sores, among others. Some anti-bacterial mouthwashes, however, contain alcohol and chemicals that kill the normal flora of your oral cavity as well as the bacteria and germs in your mouth.