#how much overbite is normal

[chatfieldbraces]

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[msnihilist]

I also wanna know about your Timmy Turner headcanons, please.🩷

Please enjoy these low quality images of the Boy™ ever.

Timmy is so extremely Boy that he's also a girl to me. You understand and you agree.

Related: when he feels like a girl, he just has Wanda and Cosmo switch his gender. So much easier than keeping a whole second closet of wigs and makeup and dresses on hand! Normally, though, Timmy feels masculine/androgynous and doesn't care how he's perceived. (He's got better shit to do than worry if his hair is getting too long or if wearing that cute shirt he saw at Walmart will make him look like a girl. Not his problem!!!)

When he gets older he starts to love his teeth, purely out of spite because so many people dragged him about his overbite over the years.

He retires his pink hat as a teenager. (He gives it to Poof.)

In my ideal canon, Timmy ends up as an honorary fairy. Because fuck any reality where he has to say goodbye to his found family, I don't respect that at all.

He and Chester briefly "date" in middle school. It's mostly sweaty hand holding and lots of awkward blushing. It doesn't work out, but it's what introduces Timmy to the wonderful world of Questioning Your Sexuality (and eventually his gender).

Timmy graduates high school with a comfortable C average.

Timmy's favorite wish is Poof.

His favorite reoccuring wish is putting a theme park in his backyard. At this point, he's purposely trying to see how long it takes his parents to notice. (Hint: they never do.)

Timmy always has a pair of scissors on him, in case he needs to cut through a net unexpectedly. He never leaves home without something sharp.

He gets a shitty tattoo when he's fifteen to spite his parents (they don't notice). His second tattoo is carefully selected to remind him of Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, and they are with Timmy in human disguises when he gets it. He gets other tattoos eventually, but the second one is his favorite.

When he gets older, his parents get worse. They neglect him more frequently and yell at him when they are paying attention to him. Wanda and Cosmo give Timmy an emergency button that will poof him into their castle if he needs to hide for whatever reason. He eventually gets his own bedroom next to Poof's.

(On really bad nights, he wanders the Hall of Timmy to remind himself that he's loved.)

Timmy dislikes his last name. (For a couple years after the Wishology stuff, he flinches when someone says his full name.)

He and Trixie become really good friends in high school once she stops caring about the opinions of people who don't like the real her, anyway.

His least favorite color is orange. (Blue is a close second.)

Timmy mellows with age but he still loves to cause problems on purpose. Sometimes just to get Cosmo to laugh and Wanda to do her fond little eyeroll.

He leaves the house on his eighteenth birthday. (It's the only birthday that his parents ever remembered.)

[parrythisucasual]

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Jax x Reader (Romantic) / Ragatha x Reader (Romantic) / Pomni x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Bullying (it’s Jax.) / Insecurities / Thoughts of body modification?

Content: You’re self-conscious about your overbite, others try to help.

REQUESTED BY @duskisnotactive

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You would have thought being digitalized would get rid of this kind of thing. Nobody else seems to have something like this, do they? You stared at your reflection in the mirror, lips pulled back in a grimace, staring at your teeth. Your overbite stared blankly back at you, almost teasingly.

Sighing, you turned away, closing your mouth once more. If only there was a way to get rid of it. You wished you could simply shove your jaw into place, and move your teeth around. You didn’t even care how badly it would hurt, as long as it was fixed…

A small knock at your door snapped you to reality. You shuffled over to it, cracking it slightly “Ragatha?” you questioned, your lovely ragdoll girlfriend smiling before you. Next to her, your best friend Pomni nervously stood. 

“Sweetie, can we come in? You’ve been hiding away for hours,” Ragatha spoke softly, reaching out and taking the door into her hand, opening it fully when you didn’t resist. “Sure… I wasn’t doing anything,” you shrug and retreat into your room, the girls on your heels. You settle onto your bed, Ragatha taking her place next to you while Pomni turns your desk chair around to sit.

“Have you been okay?” Pomni questions, glancing at you with that same worried look she normally wore, the only difference being this worry was more concern for you than anything else. “I’m fine,” you lie, knowing Ragatha would jump on that immediately. Really, you didn’t care.

“Sweetie, that's a lie, everyone knows something’s wrong,” she takes your hand, swirling small circles on your skin with her thumb, “please, tell us.” With a small sigh, you finally give in, “I… I don’t like… this,” you point to your mouth, feeling tears prick your eyes.

“What, your messed up teeth?” Your head shoots up, and you lock eyes with the smug-faced rabbit. “Jax!” Ragatha stands, placing herself between you, “who let you in?!” “Myself. The door wasn’t locked,” he swaggered into the room, one hand on his hip, “crybaby here still upset over their maw?”

You really start crying now. This was too much. You leap from your bed, running as fast and as far from him as you can. You didn’t know where you were going- you didn’t care. As long as you were alone, that's all that mattered. You ended up down by the digital lake, crying into your hands. 

You didn’t know how long you were there, alone, but it felt like hours. Not that time mattered in a place like this. Nothing did. You wondered if abstracting was really all that bad…

“Hey, toots.” That voice. You turned, and there he was in all his (lack of) glory. “What do you want?” you snarled weakly, trying to sound tougher than you felt. It wasn’t all that convincing, however, because he sat himself next to you.

“Look, that wasn’t supposed to make you that upset,” he shrugged casually. Was that supposed to be an apology? You stared at the water a moment longer, then stood, “Leave me alone. You’re the world’s biggest @#$%head and I wish it was you, not Kaufmo,” your words were tonless as you delivered them. You swore you saw pain flash in his eyes before you turned away, starting up the path back to the tent.

“Wait!” he called, “just… hear me out? Can I get that at least?” You stop, refusing to turn around to look at him, but listen. “You’re different, okay? You dint react to anything I say to you and it pisses me off. You don’t pay any attention to me.”

“That’s because I don't care about you,” you speak dangerously. “I know. And that just makes me want you to more.” You whip around, finally giving him the attention he wanted, “You want me to?! Then don’t make fun of the one thing I hate most about myself!” 

“But it’s what I like best,” he admitted, making you stop in your tracks, “it makes you look… good, okay? And if… if dollface ever doesn’t appreciate you… She's an idiot.” He finally stood, making his way past you, patting your head as he did so, “because I’d never take you for granted, okay? Anyways see ya later toots.” 

You watched him leave, back to his normal self. But something made you smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. After all, if he liked every part of you… who’s to say there isn’t something more to him too?

[tiredcatboysinc]

Remembrance of a coffee order

Urghhh (* ´ ﹃｀*) My side hurts like so furking bad rn, and I think it's from where I haven't slept... It's 6am btw (๑-﹏-๑)

It's fiiine... I'll go to sleep soon... Maybe (ᵕ—ᗜ—) Anyways, here's an Allan Red/Reader because I think there's not enough of them in the world!!! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

ao3

“By the way, can you grab me a coff-” “Here.”

Allan places the cup in front of you, stopping your sentence prematurely. In truth, with the number of times you’d asked that critter to get coffee, you shouldn’t be shocked he knew your order by heart. Still, you were a bit touched that Allan cared as much as he did to remember. With how Allan kept up that wall, that facade of disinterest towards you, in reality, you knew he cared. You could tell by the little things he did, namely, remembering small details like your coffee order…

It wasn’t a big thing, it shouldn’t have made you smile as wide as it did. But it did. You smiled, chuckling softly under your breath as you plucked the coffee from the break room counter. A hum of amusement poured from your lips, another giggling falling from them soon after. Allan raised a brow, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Allan wasn’t stupid, far from it in actuality. He knew when you were being mischievous, or, better yet, when you were catching on to him. 

His eyes narrowed into small slits, a hum-like grunt of disapproval rumbling his throat. A soft hue lit his cheeks, the embarrassment creeping up his spine. If Allan was right, and normally he was about these things, you had read his ass like a book. He adjusts his tie, fidgeting slightly, all his fidgety and nervous manners elicited a much louder chuckle out of you. You cover your mouth with your free hand, a wide grin crinkling your skin in amusement. 

If anyone was the worst at keeping their cool, it was probably Allan. He could win an award for ‘worst at keeping their cool around their crush who happens to be their coworker’, maybe even multiple with how cute he looked while losing it. Allan shoots a look over at you, another disgruntled grunt leaving from lips. “What are you laughing at? Nothing is funny.” He grumbles in that monotone voice, his tone overflowing with a bright red embarrassment. 

You almost felt bad for the guy… key word being almost. Look, he just looked so damn cute. You take a small sip from your coffee, shrugging shallowly as you grin at the fidgety critter. “Nothing, nothing at all…” You grin, taking another sip from the iced coffee.

Allan grumbles again, finally flatting his tie out and shaking his hands to quiet his fidgeting. He shifts on his feet, now refusing to make eye contact under any circumstances. His cheeks are bright red, brighter than his skin. If you touched them you could feel how hot they were, burning like a train's engines. Of course, you were the coal that fueled that train's engine as of current. No, you were the only coals that fueled that engine. You’d never seen Allan blush this hard, let alone get embarrassed over anything this small if it weren’t tied to you. The thought made you smile a little, a devious smile of course. 

A small flood of giggles flowed from your open lips, your hand just barely covering them. Allan grumbled in embarrassment, that adorable grumble he almost did when he knew you’d never let him live something down. It was a hoarse noise, almost gravelly yet soft. He always muffled it, ducking his face into his hands to hide.

As the surge of your giggle fit came to a slow end, you came to pat Allan on the back. Your palm rubbed his shoulder tenderly, moving in soothing circles. A warm smile spread across your face as you looked at him, poking at his covered face with the hand that held your coffee still. Begrudgingly, Allan lifted his head slightly away from the safety of his palms. His brows were knitted tightly, and a small grimace laid on his overbite lips. You hummed approvingly, patting his shoulder softly. You examined his face for a moment, with how close you were you could feel the heat radiating off him. Another hum leaves you, this one of more satisfaction. Allan’s brows furrowed more, his suspicions growing by the second.

“What are you plan-” 

This time, you were the one to cut him off. A careful kiss is laid on his cheek, just a few inches from his lips. As you pull back you can see the gears turn in his head, an eruption almost going off in that brain of his.

“I’ll treat you to coffee next time, okay?”

[koukaaa-descent]

tell me more about monsoon and indigo please (politely) ((its Hollie and Rose)) (((Rose is our Bracken)))

HI AGAIN HOLLIE IMGLAD YOU LIKED LAMP,,, HELLO ROSEITS NICE TO MEET YOU 👋👋👋

starting with monsoon,,

Monsoon gestated on Vow and was born there. Its birdlike attributes came about because a manticoil died and was absorbed into the soil almost directly above Monsoon’s incubation area, further changing its features. A Bracken is a very adaptable creature in its early life stages.

Monsoon’s beak isn’t explicitly hooked as you might expect in a hawk or falcon. It has a small curve and remains very sharp but seems otherwise harmless. (Indigo would say otherwise; whilst raising Monsoon, it bit him enough times while feeding that he has enough scars to cover half of his hands and some even go up to his forearms. Three bites went down to the bone. Monsoon has, indeed, consumed some small pieces of Indigo.)

The blue dots scattered on Monsoon’s body are a result of a regular variation in Bracken markings, typical of the baseline species. They work typically to confuse its prey or otherwise disorient, seeing as the contrast between the reds and stark blues serves to strain most of its prey species’ eyes. This usually presents in normal brackens as varying browns, light blues and whites.

They also have a lot of symbolism for Indigo. Beneath the light, they appear to be a stark shade of (the color) indigo. Indigo considers them to be the mark that he himself has left on Monsoon’s life.

Monsoon is a ‘special case’ among brackens regarding symbiotic behaviors typically shown with the ones that raised it. Normally, a Bracken leaves their pseudo parents after reaching a juvenile age. Monsoon stays with Indigo far beyond that age range, and displays behaviors that are incredibly odd. You could consider Monsoon to be technically tame. (It is still a wild thing!!!! A very wild thing!!!)

There have been no recorded cases of a Bracken being raised by a humanoid before then. This excludes Masked and Coil-heads. Thus, the behaviors that Monsoon has adopted are recognizable as Indigo’s own habits, body language, and tones.

Monsoon’s kind of like a very large bird. It does sometimes ‘preen’ the foliage on its back. (Yes, it tries to preen Indigo too, to varying success.)

Monsoon runs fairly cold, as it does not have blood.

It does not have bones.

It does have organs.

Monsoon has never met another Bracken, but has interacted closely with Nutcrackers, Masked and jesters. (It likes the music :])

Monsoon is very flexible. It does not have bones to restrain it.

It’s an extremely messy eater. Indigo mostly just lands on March or Vow and lets Monsoon hunt down some manticoils. There have been multiple occasions where Monsoon’s dragged a masked’s corpse back half eaten, oftentimes with the masked still writhing. It’s kind of like how cats drag rats back home.

Ok. Ok I could say More. But I have to move onto Indigo or else I never will

Indigo has four molars and an overbite.

He cannot hear amazingly well, but his sense of hearing is very keen in regards to small, barely audible sounds. For example, he would sooner pick up on a Bracken’s leaves rustling a room away than he would a jester’s song. There are certain frequencies that Indigo cannot hear at all (which also ties in a bit regarding his struggle to hear a jester’s song.)

His eyes are rounded and fairly similar to a Bracken’s, minus the glow. They’re just a solid, glassy white. He is not blind.

Due to his biological composition, there are certain entities who may entirely ignore him. Coil-heads, Masked and Nutcrackers never pay much attention to him unless he explicitly attempts to catch their attention. The chances that they outright ignore his presence are about an 80/20 ratio.

Indigo does not have a good grasp of his emotions.

Indigo is the one who named Monsoon.

Indigo has no real idea how old he is physically, yet retains physical reflexes and body language from previous ‘iterations’ of him. (previous individuals/creatures he was made from.)

He has salivated blood before. Small amounts that stung the inside of his mouth. Wonder where that came from?

Indigo does not have a stomach.

Indigo spent 2 weeks of his life raising Monsoon. Before that, he’d only been alive for roughly four days and with his original crew for two days before getting two of them killed as a result of his actions. The third died in the attempt to protect him from a Masked, which was curious about him, which ultimately meant nothing.

There are incredibly small spines that extend from the bones of his spinal cord, usually remaining pressed flat against his skin to avoid chafing. The longest is only an inch long.

Indigo bites things a lot as a way to stim. It also feels good for his teeth.

Autism. He’s just not alive long enough to discover most of the symptoms aside from biting.

Again, he’s very bad at social interactions. He’s more likely to stare than he is to respond if you greet him.

this is all I can think of rn .,,,. My brain Empty….

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

Polyhornets, but tim is the only werewolf surrounded by vampires. They all wanna leave their teeth marks on him to show how much they love him and how happy he makes them. A bunch of bats curled up into soft and warm fur, happy little squeaks as they cuddle.

this is the cutest fucking thing ever hehdfkgjdflg tim waking up after a full moon, still furrier than normal, to find alex jay and brian in each of their little bat forms, nestled up in a tiny batty cuddle pile right on top of his chest, cozy and warm in soft fur. tim's neck and shoulders and arms always littered in bite marks both big and small. even if he isnt awake when the bites are left, he can tell the difference between those sets of teeth easily. the bat bites are tiny and needle-like, and the humanoid ones are easily deducible. alex's fangs are the longest and he bites with his whole jaw, brians are set wider and sometimes when he bites hard you can even see the indent of the gap between his front teeth, jays overbite and slightly curved fangs make his the easiest to tell apart, and god does he bite hard too. tim would never complain though. the werewolf packs in the area might consider him a traitor to his own kind, or a victim under the persuasion of the smallest vampire coven they've ever seen, but tim has never been happier being the personal wolfy chew toy to three gorgeous vamps

[geislieb]

Jervis Tetch (and people talking about him) in Gotham Central: Unresolved (#19-22).

[ID: Ten comic panels, mostly featuring Jervis Tetch. He’s white, has gray hair, is very short, and has an overbite that makes his teeth stick out when his mouth is closed. He’s wearing an orange long-sleeve jumpsuit with a name tag that says “J Tetch.” Individual images are as follows:

1. Jervis sitting in bed in his room in Arkham Asylum looking menacing.

2. Jervis looking displeased and saying, “She’s okay. But I don’t like you.”

3. Jervis sitting at a table with two people, who are mostly cropped out of the image. There are papers on the table but their contents aren’t visible, and Jervis is sliding them away from him with both hands.

4. A male cop showing Jervis an evidence bag, the contents of which aren’t visible here, while Jervis looks away and says, "Hmmmm... Did you now? Don't have a cow... let's think how..."

5. Jervis sitting at a table with a female cop. His arms are outstretched on the table and she’s comfortingly placing her hand over both of his.

6. Jervis being escorted down the hallway at Arkham by a doctor and a guard. He’s much shorter than both of them. The doctor is saying, "That was very good, Jervis... Now let's get you back to your room." The guard has his hand on Jervis' shoulder and is saying, "Yeah, Tetch, be a good boy and don't make me use the cuffs."

7. A print of Jervis’ mugshot on a table. In the photo, he’s wearing a top hat, coat, and large polka dot bow tie. His clothes look too big on him. There’s a speech bubble that says, “And he says he did it as a favor for you two. Says you were friends of his.”

8. A photo of Jervis wearing normal clothes: a white button down shirt, tie, and glasses. His hair is brown and he looks younger. Someone is holding the photo in one hand and pointing at it with the other. There’s a speech bubble that says, “It’s that guy who used to live in Connie’s mom’s boarding house, who used to help us with our projects.”

9. A doctor walking down the hallway at Arkham and saying, "He's got an immature self-image, so he identifies more with children than adults. Oh and he's a genius, too. But then he wouldn't be here if he wasn't.”

10. A woman talking to two cops and saying, "Sure. Mr. Tetch... he lived right down the hall from me and my mom. I know he's the Mad Hatter now, but he was nice. A little weird, but nice." End ID.]

[the-coolest-pharaoh]

(This post is constantly being updated; headcanons are in no particular order.)

TW: Mental health conditions and trauma

My Headcanons for Ahkmenrah

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He is short and likes to wear his crown (not just because he is a pharaoh) to make him look taller

He’s been claustrophobic ever since he got trapped in his sarcophagus

Refuses to take his cape off around other people (besides Bahiti) due to his scars

He hated being treated better than everyone else; if he had it his way he would have made it so that Egypt treated him like a normal person rather than above everyone else and deserving more respect

He loved his people so much; he was always so kind and generous to them

He spent his entire reign trying to create equality in Egypt (banning slavery, providing more care to the poor, etc.)

He LOVES duckies (King Tut reference the real ones know what I mean)

He pulled a Princess Jasmine a lot and snuck out of the palace dressed like a commoner so that he could just be a person

Does not like to discuss his brother, but will if asked about him because he does not want to be rude

Can walk really well in high heels

He doesn’t believe that fashion has gender—but because of the time period he is from he feels like has to refrain from wearing women’s clothes

His love language is physical touch

He is very ~skittish~ and ~jumpy~

He is pretty shy and likes to observe people before he introduces himself

He’s pretty quiet (kind of canon actually)—both in how much he talks, his volume, and his overall being

He likes to spend most of his time in his tomb where it’s quiet, especially if he had just recently spent time with all of the museum because socialization tires him out

Due to having been sheltered in the palace most of his life and kept as innocent as possible by his parents, Ahk has a hard time grasping real world events and does not have the best social skills

Going off the last point, Ahk also feels like he can fix anything and everything that is bad because he was taught that he can, and when he can’t fix something he gets very uncomfortable and upset

Hates confrontation beyond logic

When he is upset with someone he becomes pretty sassy (again having to do with hating confrontation and also not having great social skills)

He loves loves loves animals and always has; if you take him to a zoo he will refuse to ever leave

He is the only one that the lions do not try and murder; they actually really love him

He’s naturally super graceful

He can do his eyeliner perfectly on his first try

His ears are pierced but all his earrings are in other museums :((

He is physically unable to swear change my mind

He is such a mama’s boy :((

There has always been some tension between him and his dad because of their differing views on how Ahk should rule (aka he has daddy issues)

He has separation anxiety, social anxiety, and epilepsy, also suffers from weak bones, though this issue in particular didn’t start until after he died.

He has OCD from being controlled his whole childhood having high expectations put on him, and he and his brother being compared.

He fidgets with his clothing as a coping mechanism when he’s stressed, anxious or scared.

He has a lil overbite and it’s so cute <3 he has always been a little self-conscious about it though because it slightly affects how he speaks (again kind of canon because Rami has an overbite so)

This boi wouldn’t (more like couldn’t) hurt a fly unless they hurt someone he cares about

He is bisexual

He LOVES 70s music and fashion

Ahk thinks the museum is his kingdom because let’s be honest it is

His birthday is what would now be September 14, 1105 B.C.E. though the Egyptians didn’t celebrate birthdays so he doesn’t make a big deal of it

He is a skilled hunter

He is very curious and interested in academia—he loves to read books and poetry and learn

He loves listening to music, he could dance with his headphones on for hours

Being called ‘dead’ is offensive to him, and probably the rest of the exhibits tbh

He loves all the “mom shows;” reality tv, cooking shows, home improvement shows. His most favorite show is the Kardashians because he relates to the toxic family drama <3

He has daddy issues (confirmed, actually)

His best friend is Sacagawea :)

My version of him died at the age of 24 (long explanation as to why)

[an1m310v3r11]

Emerald Eyes (Mad Hatter X Music Meister)

Tw: None

PICS FOR ART IS NOT MINE ALL CREDIT GOES TOWARDS THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS

Okay, calm yourself, Jervis. The smaller man reassured himself as he fumbled with his tie. He, for once, had a date—a rare sight, yes, but even rarer that the person wasn't under hypnosis. He swallows hard as he studies himself in his full-body mirror. He instantly picked out his flaws. Short, large nose, messy blonde hair, and large teeth with an overbite. Granted, the overbite wasn't his fault. His mother refused to even take him to the doctor when he was little, so a dentist was out of the question. He shakes his head and dusts his suit off. It was a dark emerald green with a navy blue tie suit custom made by himself. It still gave him the Mad Hatter colors, but without all the extra pieces. He felt comfortable as the Mad Hatter, safe, if you will. The persona gave him confidence, something Jervis Tetch didn't have much of.

The poor man nearly jumps out of his skin when his doorbell rings. He looked at his nightstand and saw that Darius was there on time. Not a minute early, not a minute late. Oh yeah, Jervis Tetch, also known as the Mad Hatter, was going on a date with Darius Chaple, better known as the Music Meister. "O-one moment!" he called as he grabbed a gold pocket watch and linked it through some of his belt loops before placing it in his pocket and letting the access chain hang down. He then rushed out of his room and into the living room, opening the door. He looked up at the taller, red-haired man and blushed madly. The tips of his ears went red. Darius wore a dark purple suit accented with music notes on the jacket. His hair was styled neatly, and he too had a faint blush on his cheek, but he grinned down at Jervis, his tooth gap showing proudly. However, there was something different about today's outfit: his eyes weren't covered by his normal sunglasses. Darius had bright green eyes; they were like emeralds shining in the light above, and his long eyelashes only complimented them! Oh, how Jervis loves him.

Jervis stared at Darius for a moment more before Darius chuckled. "You're staring handsome; surely I don't look that bad?" He asked, teasing Jervis, but Darius felt a little bit of fear bubbling up inside his stomach. What if he did look bad? Would Jervis even go on the date? Jervis quickly shakes his head. "No, no, why you look magnificent!  Breathtaking even!" He exclaimed, looking up at the taller man. He nervously fiddled with his fingers. "You look perfect, Darius. Why, when I look into your eyes, I can see wonderland.... My wonderland," he said softly, his eyes filled with nothing but love, causing Darius's cheeks to fluster even more.

Jervis then snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, we must go! We shouldn't be late for our date!" Jervis said as he rocked back and forth on his heels, worried that Darius might get upset if they were late. Jervis looked away. Until Darius reached out and took his hand, softly kissing the top of it. "Ready?" Darius asked softly, his green eyes meeting Jervis's blue ones. Jervis stared back into the taller man's eyes for a moment. "Ready!" he smiled brightly. Oh, what a rabbit hole Jervis had fallen into, but he didn't mind one bit.

[teruel-a-witch]

'the Overbite Shuffle. I remember'

is this, perhaps, the loudest Steve"😍"Mcgarrett has ever been? what, pray tell, brought this on? some big emotional revelation? nah, it was Chin and Kono reminding him of Danny doing the most embarrassing basic Dad Dance™ at Chin's wedding. Steve really is at that level of smitten where everything his beloved does is The Cutest Thing Ever™.

that must be a really good memory, maybe Danny got a little bit too drunk and was unusually carefree and loosened-up and happy and unselfconscious about his dancing ability and Steve couldn't take his eyes off of him all night. Such carefree occasions are rare for Danny and Steve clearly treasures them so much it makes him this happy just to be reminded of them.

ironically, as loud as Steve is, that goes completely over Danny's head who doesn't see beyond his friends' 'cute little critiques' as in good faith as they may be. his tunnel vision defensiveness brought on by years of having to be scrappy is probably one of the reasons he wasn't able to detect his best friend being completely in love with him.

random person: the way he looks at you, I hope someone loves me like that one day....

danny: i don't know what you mean?? that's just his normal look? he's always looked at me like that...?

random person: how do you shoot the bullseye and miss at the same time?

[ivy-is-fine]

WARNING: long vent underneath; mostly self deprecation so be mindful of that if you decide to read

chat I’m genuinely tweaking out so fucking bad rn I just spent like an hour and half making a custom Minecraft skin and then I accidentally hit something that destroyed all of my progress, RIGHT BEFORE I DOWNLOADED IT YALL I GONNA EXPLODE I KNOW I SHOULDNT BE SO UPSET OVER SIMETHING STUPID AND POINTLESS AND SMALL AS THIS BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM GOING TO CRY AND THEN I DONT KNOW THROW A HAT AT THE GROUND YALL IT LOOKED SO GOOD I LOVED IT AND THEN I FUCKING RUINED IT ILL NEVER BE ABLE TO MAKE IT THE SAME EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT, JUST HOW I WANTED IT TO BE. I KNOW I CAN JUST MAKE ANOTHER AND BE MORE CAREFUL BUT THAT WILL TAKE SO MUCH MORE TIME AND IT WAS SO TEDIOUS THAT TO SPEND MORE TIME WOULD MAKE THE EXPERIENCE EVEN WORSE. CHAT. CHAT IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND. AND I KNOW IM ONLY SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS BECAUSE ITS HOT AND MISERABLE AND IM OVERSTIMULATED AND THERES SOMETHING WRONG GOING ON IN MY BODY THATS MADE ME LOSE THE WILL TO EAT AND I HATE MYSELF AND EXISTING FEELS GROSS AND I HAVE NO ENERGY SO NOW IM CRYING JUST AS BAD OVER THIS STUPID, POINTLESS THING AS I DID WHEN MY FUCKING CAT DIED. IM NOT READY FOR THIS SCHOOL YEAR, IM GOING TO BE MISERABLE AND BURNED OUT AND I FEEL LIKE MY BEST FRIENDS DONT LIKE ME EVEN THOUGH I KNOW RATIONALLY THAT THEY DO BUT IM SCARED THAT THEIR OPINIONS OF ME ARE STARTING TO SOUR AND THAT THEYLL LEAVE ME BEHIND JUST AS EVERYONE DOES. GOD IM SO AWKWARD WITH PEOPLE NOBODY LIKES ME I CAN TELL AND I DONT TALK ABOUT ANYTHING INTERESTING OR KNOW ANGTHING ABOUT CARS AND TRUCKS LIEK EVERYONE I EXIST WITH. IM USELESS, I DONT HAVE A JOB, I DONT KNOW HOW TO MOW LAWN OR WEEDWACK OR DRIVE A TRACTOR. IM A WORTHLESS HUMAN WITH ZERO TALENT, ALL I CAN DO IS MAKE USELESS FUCKING ART AND WRITE USELESS FUCKING ESSAYS ABOUT USELESS FUCKING TOPICS. IM SO FUCKING WORTHLESS MY PARENTS SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT FROM THE START, I COULDNT EVEN EAT FUCKIGN RIGHT. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT MYSELF, I HATE BEING A PICKY AND SLOW EATER ITS FUCKING EMBARRASSING I HATE BEING UNDERWEIGHT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME WEAK AND I HATE BEING WEAK BECAUSE IT MAKES ME EVEN MORE USLESS AND EMBARRASSING. I HATE MY SKINNY FUCKING WRISTS AND THE NAUSEA THAT CONSTANTLY STIRS IN MY GUT. I HATE MY STUPID FUCKING OVERBITE AND THE HERBST APPLICATION IN MY FACE TO FIX IT AND I HATE MY CURLY HAIR THAT I DKNT KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF PROPERLY BECAUSE IT LOOKS STUPID AND MY SWEATY ASS PALMS THAT LEAVE MARKS ON THE FUCKING TABLES ARE AWFUL I HATE IT IT MAKES ME FEEL GROSS I WISH I KNEW HOW TO ACT IN PUBLIC I WISH I KNEE WHAT INCOULD DONTHAT WOULD MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY BUT I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WOULD FUNCTION BETTER WITHOUT ME. I WANT TO BE A PART OF SOCIETY BUT I NEVER KNOW HOW TO ACT, I DONT KNOW WHEN SOMEONE CANT TOLERATE ME. PEOPLE SCARE ME TOO EASILY I WANT TO STAY IN MY ROOM WHERE NO ONE HAS TO SEE ME. I WANT TO SMASH MY HEAD AGAINT A WALL, MAYBE ITLL MAKE ME NORMAL. GOD I CANT FUCKING STAND IT ANYMORE PLEASE I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO FUNCTION NORMALLY, HOW TO MAKNTAIN A HEALTHY WEIGHT, HELL, HOW TO HAVE AN APPETITE. I CONSTANTLY FEEL SICK AND RECENTLY IVE BEEN FEELING SO DETACHED FROM REALITY THAT I CAN HARDLY REGISTER ANY WORDS SPOKEN TO ME AND NO ONE TELLS ME ANYTHING IMPORTANT ANYWAYS LIKE HOW I WAS THE LAST TO KNOW WHERE MY FUCKING CAT GOT BURIED??? NO ONE SEEMED TO FEEL LIEK THAT WA SIMPIRTSNT ENOUGH TO TELL ME!!! IT FEELS LIKE EVERYONE EXPECTS EM TO KNOW STUFF WITHOUT HAVING TO BE TOLD BUT INDONT KNOW!!! I NEVER FUCKING KNOW!! I DOTN KNOW ANHTHING OTHER THAN USELESS PIECES OF TRIVIA THAT WILL NEVER BE USED ANYWHERE AT ALL. UGH I FEEL SO ILL, HUNGRY YET SICK AT THE SAME TIME. STARVING WITH NO DESIRE TO EAT. I KNOW ILL DIE, IM ALWAYS ON THE EDGE WITH DEATH, WAVING ACROSS THE STREET AT EACH OTHER. I DONT WANT TO BE SKINNY. I WANT TO EAT AND BE HEALTHY. BUT I CANT. I DONT KNOW WHY I CANT. I HAVE ACCESS TO FOOD AT ALL TIMES, THERES NOTHING STOPPING ME. I CAN HEAR MY STOMACH BUDDLE AND I CAN FEEL THE HUNGER PANGS BUT THEY DONT SEEM TO TRANSMIT TO MY BRAIN. MY MEMORY IS FAILING ME MORE AND MORE MY THE MINUTE, I CAN FEEL MYSELF

DETERIORATING. GOD IM SO SICK OF THIS THIS GAME ISNT FUN ANYMORE BUT I DONT WANT TO QUIT. ITS HARD BEING THE MEDIATOR, THE LIGHTHEARTED JOKESTER WHO DIFFUSES THE SITUATION AND REMAINS COOL AND CALM. IT FUCKING SUCKS AND I GET WALKED ALL OVER ALL THE TIME.

AND I KNOW THERES MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS WHO HAVE IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES WORSE THAN ME, BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT LIVING SUCKS. MY BRACES AND HERBST MAKE MY FACE ACHE AND MY KNEES HURT WHEN HIGH PRESSURE SYSTEMS COME IN AND IM SLOW AND DONT PROVIDE ANYTHING FOR A TEAM. MY ARMS FEEL WEAK ALL THE TIME AND MY BRAIN FEELS LIKE AN EMPTY CHAMBER WITH SOME GUNK AND COBWEBS SLOSHING AROUND. GOD IM SO TIRED. EVERY PART OF MY BODY IS TIRED, IM EXHAUSTED THROUGH TO MY BONES AND BACK.

THERES NO GOOD WAY TO CONCLUDE THIS, AND IM SORRY IF YOUVE READ THIS THROUGH(OR AT ALL).

[chatfieldbraces]

Everything You Need to Know About Dental Overbite Condition

[peapod20001]

Taking a moment out of my study time to share some ways to help u feel more comfortable an confident when drawing characters :>

1. Try drawing characters from memory: no one wants to draw a character wrong, but sometimes you gotta see what parts of their design really stick with you and which ones kinda fade away. When u always check a reference you may subconsciously just redo the same thing over and over, and that can make every drawing just seem like a copy paste of the original. I promise no one is going to kill you for forgetting a detail or 10 lol so just wing it every once in a while

2. Try drawing at a different size than what you normally do: something I found can help is drawing either bigger or smaller than your normal drawing size. Having to compress or enlarge proportions can actually be very enlightening as to how you draw specific things (when I draw smaller I tend to make facial features bigger, and I do the opposite when I draw bigger). You may even find that you actually LIKE drawing at a different size, so it’s good to try at least once lol

3. Purposely make characters with traits or body types you need practice drawing: speaking from experience here when I say that nothing makes you wanna better yourself more than a guy you love but can’t draw lmfao. This also goes for things you don’t even necessarily LIKE drawing. Give characters what some deem as “ugly” features, it’s actually the best thing ever and I love it and I will fight someone over it (crooked teeth and overbites and big ears and fat all over and body hair and fucked up hairlines I am kissing it all with my mouth)

4. Draw existing characters/others characters: am I telling you to make fanart? Yes. Draw that character from your childhood cartoon, draw the dude from the comic you like, draw that pretty handsome lady oc you saw cross your dash. Even if you end up not sharing it, the practice with drawing something NOT from your own brain actually helps quite a lot with figuring things out that ARE in your brain

5. Just get fucky with it: ok so pretty much, just go ham. Draw fast and loose, draw rigid and dark. Try different line weights, make em scratchy, make em clean. Just try every possible thing you can (maybe not all at once, or do. That’s fun too LMAO) and hold nothing back. Try something you have NO practice in at all just to see how it goes. Try to add shading, try making everything flat, try adding color, try adding different filters. Worst case scenario you don’t like how it looks, best case scenario you LOVE it. I know this point is kinda vague or whatever, but really doing just whatever without rules is so fun! I didn’t like making digital color things until I fucked around and did smth I liked, and now I color things a lot more. Really truly, just try things!!

[ink-and-dagger]

Astrid, I’m a sucker for soft Silco. Can you tell us more soft moments he has with you please ? 🥺

That makes two of us 🤭 Okay this one sounds kinda creepy at first but it's really not just hear me out

Pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but Silco suffers with insomnia. It's not uncommon for me to wake up in the middle of the night and find him just staring at the ceiling.

[Oh by the way I should probably mention for the sake of this story that Silco normally sleeps on his back and I like to sleep on my side]

Well there was this one night a few weeks back that I woke up randomly and opened my eyes and he was on his side facing me, and staring at me with this tiny, soft little smile on his face [the one that really pronounces his overbite💜]

'Course it disappeared the moment he clocked I was awake, and he tried to play it off as simply being amused by my snoring [absolute lie as I do not snore]. Anyways, after a bit of loving banter that went something along these lines—

How often do you watch me sleep? Obsessed much?

You really do think highly of yourself, don't you. Shut up and go back to sleep.

So you can go back to staring at me in peace?

—we snuggled up all cosy close, almost nose-to-nose, and just sort of gazed at each other for a while in silence. It was actually pretty deep. Felt like we had one of those really meaningful conversations without ever actually saying a word. And he began gently tracing my features with his fingers. It was super soothing. I drifted back off to sleep after a while, but I'm pretty sure he was smiling again just before I did.

[8beats-per-minute]

ROTTMNT Uncanny Valley AU part 2

Part 1

Designs

They don’t have scales on parts of their bodies where humans normally have softer skin, like underside of joints (armpits, behind knees, inside of elbows, etc.), palms, face, neck. They have scales most on the bottom of their feet, elbows, knees, back of hands, top of their forearms, shoulders, shins, back of the neck and where their eyebrows would be.

Where the scales are thickest are where they have a very very slight undertone of green.

They have no body hair anywhere besides the top of their head and eyelashes, not even other facial hair.

They all have overbites from where their beaks were, they just never completely went away (credit to @scribblesugar for this idea)

They actually mutated how they did in canon at first, but when each of them turned 4 they slowly became more human until they turned 9, then they stopped at how mutated they are now

It’s kind of how splinter turned more and more rat-like as he got older, just the opposite. Speaking of splinter, he was very confused when he noticed the turtles started growing hair and started accepting how insane it was in a “this is fine 🙂” way when their 3 fingers started separating into 5 fingers.

I actually came up with a reason for why they’re this way. Almost every other mutant they encounter started as human and turned a lot more animal like with some human qualities. So if they started as turtles, it would be the opposite and they’d be more human like with some turtle qualities

Also I’m kind of trying to draw them but there’s a chance that I give up cause I’m already bad at drawing people much less people that are kind of turtles.

Tho I guess if they look a bit off I can say it adds to the uncanny valley part. Idk we’ll see how this goes

[aspendruid]

some meandering thoughts about extreme body modification, self expression, gender, and body dysmorphia

not to be long winded but I'm honestly glad I opened that world records book in middle school and saw people like Maria José Cristerna and Stalking Cat. like in this time in my life I had already been bullied pretty severely but it was getting worse and almost all of it had to do with my appearance and how it effected my value amongst my peers. Looking back i think it's confusing that was labeled as the ugly kid but I was regardless. and at home it felt like I didn't get much praise about anything aside from how thin and pretty I was and it was such a confusing time. especially when the only people outside my family who told me I was attractive were groomers. like it made me become a slave to other people's beauty standards because I wanted to be worth something to somebody. to this day all I can see are my "flaws". I have a droopy eye, I have an overbite that I have to actively think about to hide or my teeth just let it hang. thanks to my eds I have weird spine curves and my legs are all jacked, pointing in directions they're not supposed to, giving me a weird gait. I think about all this shit a lot and I feel like it's hard not to forget that despite what I was taught during formative years, this doesn't make me lesser.

I feel like every time my dysmorphia is at its worst I find comfort in doing things that are against the beauty standards that i found myself surrounded by. giving myself an "ugly" haircut. shaving my eyebrows but not drawing them back on. if I had the money I'd have every inch of my body covered in tattoos and piercings. I'd even actively change my features to look less human if I could. because I think the farther I stray from humanity the less ill have to adhere to any sort of beauty standards. and that's an extremely freeing thought, being able to either reinvent your own standard of beauty, or just have a general agency over how your body is perceived.

and that reminds me of how many people I've see with extreme body mods that happen to be trans. it's not always related, but sometimes it's like since we're always under scrutiny over our appearance, it's nice to have as much control and agency as possible. and I know for me I like the idea of being able to obscure anything that makes it so people can guess what I am or what I used to be. (again, not speaking for everyone, we all have different reasons)

every now and then I revert back to trying to fit in and garnering peoples approval, but I always end up coming back to wanting to just shed this skin and be reborn something unknown and alien. to sort of break the chains of everyone's expectations and create something new. and that's what I love about the body modding community, your body is a temple to yourself and you get to decide what to do with it.

anyway at this point I still look "normal" but I do find it extremely healing any time I do something different or subversive with my appearance, and I look forward to seeing what ideas I come up with in the future.