#i have super sensitive taste buds so it's difficult for me to find things to eat

[lesbian-in-leather]

If it's not too late; top 5 favourite foods?

It is not too late at all!!

Chocolate. Just. I love it. Dark chocolate if we're getting specific

Scones!! I love them

Salt & vinegar crisps

Pizza (but like a very specific pizza)

Ham baguettes (with lettuce ideally)

Put “top 5” anything in my inbox and I'll answer

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Avid supporter of avoiding your wips.

Not sure if you have something you specifically want to write but Fiend!Aki has been rotting in my own drafts with no where to go

There were so many ways I could've interpreted this prompt and I'm almost 100% certain I did it wrong but here's an Asa/War spin on the Aki and Gun Devil situation, for, y'know, funsies

Sorry it took so long, I ended up procrastinating on this just like I do my wips, so y'know, obviously this exercise worked out super well :P

Here you go regardless <33

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Aki doesn’t remember much about the incident.

The sound of gunshots. Scattered screams. A stinging, smokey smell thick in the air, as dense and inescapable as the aftermath of Obon. Cold metal smattered across his taste buds, rife with the selfsame rust-touched exigency as blood.

He’d been dreaming, or so Denji relates from the bedside of a maximum security hospital room. A dream he’s certain he could recall, if he wished to. He doesn’t.

Makima had called him lucky, as she’d studied him with those hypnotic, unblinking eyes. Unharmed, save a few noncommittally lingering scars. 

She’d dragged a slow, lazy finger across the red band of his upper arm, and his heart had raced thrice as swiftly in his chest. Said something about them having to reattach it in the ER, about Denji having done quite the number.

Aki hadn’t heard a thing. He’d been far too busy staring into those eyes. They’d lit something in the back of his brain, a sharp, nagging spark of recognition, persistent and enduring. It was only then he’d thought to ask after the Angel Devil, only then that he’d been certain the two were conversing, when it’d happened.

The spark in the barrel. The moment of ignition. The suckerpunch recoil.

Makima had just smiled. Pressed a smooth, gentle fingertip to Aki’s lips. Somehow, after that, the question didn't matter. It still doesn’t.

“You’re a very unique specimen, Aki,” Makima had noted, head cocked and eyes alight with dark curiosity, “can you tell me why the Gun Devil has taken such a keen interest in you?”

He’d tried not to flinch at the name. He’s still upset that he’d failed. “No. Just that I wish it hadn’t.”

The corners of her mouth had twitched at that. Such a minute movement, so human, but Aki had found an impression of intentionality in it, somehow. The careful, premeditated performance of organic vulnerability.

“You’d rather it left you to die?”

He’d thought of Power, then. Of Denji. No. 

The death count still rolling across the wall-mounted hospital television, the footage of a gun barrel protruding from his forehead, his brother, his parents, his commitment. Yes.

What he says is “maybe.”

She’d laughed at that, high and clear as a bell, and Aki isn’t even angry for it. He can’t be. It’s Makima.

“I’m glad,” she’d said, “that you’re mine.”

Aki couldn’t agree more. He just wishes the back of his brain would too. It’s still sounding off even now, muted as it is. Still doesn’t like the look of Makima, of her eyes.

Still thinks of Angel, even when Aki finds he can’t.

“This sucks.” Power’s complaints had been predictably ineloquent. “The apartment is trashed so I can’t see Meowy, this hospital is super boring, and Denji doesn’t even have enough cash to buy me stuff from the vending machine. I’m hunggggryyyyy!”

She wasn’t trying to be insensitive, Aki knew. If things had been difficult for her after their run in with the Darkness Devil, they were even more difficult now that she’d seen one of the few enduring constants in her life behave unpredictably. Dangerously. Lethally.

He’d almost killed Denji. Several times he’d almost killed Denji. So he’d offered her an arm.

“Here. Only take a little. If you bite too hard I’ll knee you in the stomach.”

She’d been quick to accept the offer and even quicker to disregard the warning, needle-sharp teeth breaking over his skin and digging straight into sensitive nerves. He’d forced himself to take his eyes off the river of stray blood that slid down his bicep. It resurfaced too many memories. Memories of gunshots and screams, smoke and metal.

“Yuck!” The exclamation had taken him completely by surprise. Doubly so when Power had withdrawn to spit the contents of her mouth down the front of his hospital gown. “Fiend blood can be so gross. This stuff tastes like steel.”

“Thanks,” he’d muttered darkly, thoughts turning over the heart of her complaint as he’d risen to visit the bathroom. 

Fiend blood. 

It was the first time anyone had said it aloud, in those terms. He's fine with amalgam. With anomaly. Even threat is alright, considering that it is, for all intents and purposes, accurate.

And the fact that it, like its equally vague, shapeless peers, places distance between Aki and the thing he's become. A thin wall of uncertainty to shield the was from the is. The familiar from the unthinkable.

Aki always thought he hated false comforts. Now, he's beginning to suspect he'd just never been introduced to a truth worthy of delusion.

It visits him sometimes, the Gun Devil, always in the dead of night and always terribly, gut-wrenchingly accusatory. Vaguely translucent, it positions itself in the corner of his room and stays there. Mute. Gleaming. Inhumanely still.

Power and Denji can't see it, of course, which means that one way or another, it resides in Aki’s head. This should be comforting, according to Makima, the fact that the Gun Devil is contained, and better, under control of the Japanese government.

There's no real control to this though, Aki thinks, the strange pseudo-peace between himself and the time bomb ticking within the fragile confines of his skull. Just the illusion of it.

He doesn't recall anything leading up to the inciting incident. Doesn't know how he died or what allowed the devil to take control. Why it lost it, following his concussion. When it might try its luck again.

This is why Aki has been forced to reside in the Commission’s headquarters, subject to intrusive levels of surveillance and constant physical surveys. Partial host autonomy isn't unheard of, in the case of fiends, but it is exceedingly rare, especially regarding beings of the Gun Devil's caliber.

Aki imagines he can't be as singular as Denji, but then again, Denji isn't quite so unpredictable. The Gun Devil can't be sated by the promise of simple pleasure, can't be reasoned with, or even communicated with, to Aki’s most meticulous observation.

It's as thoughtless as it is brutal, the epitome of action without thought. Maybe this is because it's technically incomplete, or maybe it's because the concept it represents is ultimately more tool than perpetrator. Aki can't say.

Can't force himself to care, either.

He glares at the thing when it shows its presence, hurling the occasional obscenity in the case that he's certain of his own seclusion. Nothing impacts it though, not really. It just stares, and stares, and stares.

Makima’s visits are sporadic at first, cursory and seemingly meaningless, but they grow with time, both in consistency and purpose. Oddly enough, most of her inquiries don't relate to Aki’s condition. They relate to Denji.

“Is he progressing socially with the staff?”

“How attached would you say he is to his new accommodations?”

“Is he happy?”

Aki doesn't question Makima's seeming obsession–in all honesty, he suspects he couldn't if he wanted to. He just nods along or shakes his head as required, answering swiftly and candidly as he's able.

Giving Makima the things she wants is second nature, simpler and more automatic than breathing. He never thinks to question it, if he even thinks at all.

The Gun Devil appears sometimes, just after she leaves the room. These are the only occasions in which it seems to display agency, or at the very least, some degree of behavioral variation. Because then, it doesn't stare at Aki. It stares at the door.

It stares after Makima.

“Does the Chainsaw Devil ever do that?” He can't help but ask over a tray of bland hospital food. Power and Denji already swiped up everything with flavor. “Manifest visually?”

“Like, can I see him? Nah.” Denji frowns, the expression oddly melancholic. “Wish I could, though.”

And Aki is just as lost as ever.

The doctors tell him his vitals are normal. That his brainwaves are consistent. Obviously his head isn't a gun.

“You can't transform at will?” One asks, eyebrow raised. “That's unusual, based on what we've observed.”

Aki just shrugs. What about his situation isn't?

He gets the impression that the commission is dissatisfied with his lack of control over the Gun Devil, presumably because it means they can't effectively employ it.

“We've lost more than we've gained here,” one surveyor whispers to another when they think he's asleep, though he isn't quite lucid enough to catch the rest of it. He does think on though, at least until Makima returns and his mind, once again, goes numb.

Things are consistent, for a good while. Predictable. Almost comfortable, if he ignores his midnight visitor. Power finds a hobby in harassing the hallway guards. Aki learns the weekly rotation schedule of his doctors. Denji is relaxed again. Contented, just like Makima seems to desire.

And Aki, too, is happy. Until one night, without warning or prior fanfare, something changes.

It's dark outside, far past one in the morning, and silent for it. Nothing distracts Aki from his mute, late night musings aside from Power and Denji’s soft, even breathing and the familiar background whirr of facility electronics.

And then, something speaks.

“You should run.”

Aki jolts up, ramrod straight, in bed, stirring, but not waking, Denji and Power with the motion. The voice is foreign, deep and grating like rebar dragging across concrete, and it sets every nerve in his body immediately on edge.

His gaze lands, immediately, on the figure in the corner of the room. His body with a full pistol for a head. The thing is stone-still. Expressionless, insofar as a gun can be.

But somehow, he's absolutely certain he heard it talk.

He wraps a protective arm around each form at his side, trying to ignore the persistent shaking that's overtaken his hands. “Are you threatening me?”

It cocks its head to the side, as if in contemplation. Waits for a moment. Makes an odd noise somewhere between a click and a whirr.

“She's coming. You should run.”

Aki blinks, perturbed. “She?”

“She.” It nods, slow and self-assured. “You won't like what happens after.”

“I– what the Hell is that supposed to mean?”

As if in explanation, the thing raises a hand, ring and pinky finger pressed to the palm, and points purposefully at first Power, then Denji, performing short, jolting upwards motions towards each. A firing fingergun.

Aki's blood runs icecold.

“You're going to make me hurt them again, aren't you?”

“No.” It somehow has the gall to sound offended. “She is.”

“She? Who the fuck is she? I don't–”

“Control.” It says the word with such fearful, adorant gravity. As if it's speaking of a superior. As if it's speaking of a god. “She approaches.” Then, in a sharp, purposeful whisper, a bullet from a barrel, it utters the word again. “Run.”

Aki doesn't trust the thing. Not even moderately. But hearing this thing, this vast, limitless, horrible, inhuman thing, express terror, of all emotions, is enough to light a fire under his ass. To force adrenaline through his veins. To break him from his odd, trancelike haze.

He shakes Power with one hand and Denji with the other.

“How dare you wake the great, indomitable Power while she's resting, you absolute–”

“Hey, what the hell, man? I was dreamin’ about tits–”

“Shut up.” And like dogs at a whistle, they do. “We're going out for a run. Get your shoes, we can't take anything else.”

There must be something in his tone, because neither protest. Just nod with varying degrees of enthusiasm and run to the mat at the doorside to retrieve their sneakers.

The halls are labyrinthine, and Aki doesn't know them well. Navigating them is a guessing game in broad daylight; after dark, it's an impossibility.

But Power seems to know where she's going, either by smell or by sound, and when she decides to lead the way through the Commission facility's winding corridors, Aki makes the bold decision to follow her lead.

Usually the place never sleeps, constantly outfitted and operated by federal pencil-pushers and devil-hunters alike, but tonight, it's completely and utterly empty. Even the guards outside of Aki’s room are absent.

“Somethin's off,” Denji voices Aki’s concerns between hastened breaths, “like, really off. This place feels… weird.”

It would be impossible to disagree. The difference may be strange and implacable, aside from the lack of personal, but it does.

“How'd you know?”

Aki tried to shrug. Tries not to look at the thing keeping pace besides him. It may look calm, but he knows that the truth is anything but. Fear is radiating off it in waves, fear and a cold, overpowering desire for liberation.

“Just did.”

The thing at his side offers updates, as they run.

“She knows you've left the room.”

“She follows, close behind.”

“It is likely she will catch you.”

They aren't particularly helpful.

Not until, the trio turn a corner, exit suddenly in sight, to hear a fourth tactile presence enter the hallway.

“She's here.”

And she is. The approaching clack of heeled footfalls confirms it. The sense of oppressive calm that washes over Aki, a blanket. The familiar voice that wraps around the walls to reach his ears.

“Stop running.”

And he does. How couldn't he? It's Makima.

Denji stops too, turning on his heel with a massive, world-spanning grin, but Power doesn't. She keeps running until she hits the doors, only turning to cast a terrified scowl over her shoulder.

“Not safe!” She growls, animalistic, “keep running! Keep running!”

“It's just Makima.” Denji sounds so sure of himself. And he should. All is right in the world. All is calm. Makima will fix things. She always does.

And then, she's in sight, cheerful and unblinking, and Aki can't help but grin in turn.

“Come here,” she orders him, arms outstretched. And the order is for him, he knows, he can feel it. “Not you,” she adds, likely to Denji, “just him, for now.”

So instead, Denji speaks. “Makima, something weird’s going on, the place is totally empty and–”

“Shhh.” Soft and gentle, that's how the sound escapes her lips. Like silk Like a sigh.

“You walk to your death.” The Gun Devil, again. Only this time, its words mean nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. “You readily embrace it. Do not be so foolish.”

As Aki draws near, her arms wrap around him like a cradle, head resting against her shoulder. The low, warning roar grinding through his mind fades to nonexistence. 

“It wasn't supposed to happen like this,” she breathes in the crux of his neck, “so suddenly. You were meant to die then, you know. Now, I don't think I'll let you die at all. That might be more effective, hm? At least as a failsafe.”

Aki nods. Of course Makima is right. She always is.

“Makima?” Denji doesn't sound scared. Not yet. Just confused. “What's going on? Is this–”

“Denji?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Shut up.”

They're odd words, coming from Makima’s lips. Odd, and callous, and just upsetting enough that the Gun Devil's words are able to find an opening, one last time.

“Run.”

Aki would like to say he tries. But he doesn't.

“Transform.”

And then, Aki's world goes black.

[ashyblondwaves]

Ooohhhhhhhh

Vision accidentally 🍆 in public?

I think you might have talked about this before? Like if he hears one of his and Wanda’s sex songs in the supermarket etc and they bang to relieve the strain?

Maybe in the outnumbered universe?

You know what? Let's do this one! I've had this other request in my inbox for two months now and I think it's time to get it rolling. Thank you to @anniemar for helping come up with Vision's boner song.

Would you consider writing a fic where Wanda and Vision have a sex playlist and it’s super hot and sensual and then they just hear one of their songs while they are out and about (like the supermarket or something) and Vis gets a boner so they have to sneak away for a quickie. And Wanda is just like wow you got really into that playlist huh but she’s not gonna complain when he just gave her the ride of her life in a goddamn supply closet or something.

Outnumbered: Shopping

Rating: Explicit

"The boys need more oatmeal," Wanda said, slowly pushing the grocery cart up the cereal aisle with a slight waddle. Her second trimester was just ending and it was starting to get a little difficult to navigate the world. She wouldn't say it, but the cart helped her balance. "They like the apple cinnamon, remember."

"Of course, dear," Vision replied. He easily plucked the box of oatmeal from the high shelf, lobbing it into the cart like a basketball.

"That was much easier than when I try to grab the box," Wanda laughed. "I should bring you shopping with me more often."

"We'll really need to thank Pepper for coming over to stay with the boys," Vision said. He fell into step with Wanda, a leisurely stride. "

"You should make her those peanut butter cookies she likes," Wanda suggested. "Since you're the one that insisted on doing the grocery shopping with me."

"In your condition-"

"I'm pregnant, Vis," Wanda said, shaking her head. "It's not a condition. We've talked about this."

"I've just read that grocery shopping can induce anxiety and," Vision looked down at Wanda's growing stomach. "We wouldn't want undue stress on the little one."

"Grocery shopping doesn't give me anxiety," Wanda answered, keeping to herself that Vision's fussing over her pregnant state gave her more anxiety than the shopping. "I like doing it. But I'm still glad you're here."

Wanda smiled at her husband, phased into his human form and dressed more relaxed than usual, deciding at the last minute to wear his sweatpants to the store. He meant well, Wanda knew that, but sometimes Vision's good intentions became suffocating. Wanda could still do things for herself, but convincing Vision of that was a challenge sometimes. When he got it in his mind that something was stressful or upsetting, he wouldn't let it go and insisted on helping.

"Where to next?" Vision asked intently. "How are the boys on their animal crackers?"

"We'll need to get more," Wanda nodded, navigating to the cookie aisle to grab the boys their favorite snack as the song on the grocery store's radio began to play a song very familiar to both Wanda and Vision.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright

It was a song from their secret playlist, used only after the boys had gone to bed and Wanda and Vision were alone to explore and enjoy each other. They played it softly in the background in hopes drown out any noise that may escape the confines of their bedroom.

Vision swallowed hard, looking over at Wanda with a knowing grin as her cheeks warmed and the store closed in around the two of them.

Wanda's concentration was off, suddenly forgetting about the animal crackers and instead thinking about the last time her husband tasted her. The same song was playing as he kissed and nipped the inside of her thighs and found her wet center, sweeping his tongue between her folds eagerly.

It seemed that Vision was thinking the same. He squirmed where he stood, hunching over slightly and making useless attempts to adjust the sweatpants around his very visible erection. It pressed against the gray fabric as Vision frantically tried to hide himself from the rest of the shoppers.

Wanda's middle was suddenly throbbing. Seeing her husband's reaction to the song was an unexpected turn on for her. She grabbed Vision's hand, abandoning the cart in the middle of the cracker aisle and walked as quickly as her belly would allow to the other side of the store that sold clothing and houseware. She snatched a couple of maternity shirts from their display.

"I'm going to go in the changing room," Wanda said, looking down at the extremely apparent outline of Vision's cock against his sweatpants. "Phase in when the employee isn't looking."

Vision nodded, waiting near the counter to hide himself as Wanda and the store associate headed to changing room number 3 and as his wife disappeared into the room he waited for the associate to become distracted.

It didn't take long. When another associate asked for help with a shipment, the changing room employee disappeared behind a wall of bras. Vision moved fast, zipping into the changing room hallway and easily finding room 3. He phased through the locked door to find Wanda waiting for him standing in just her shirt.

"Simple, right?" she said, grabbing Vision's shirt. "We have to be quick."

"Quick," Vision repeated, finding Wanda's lips and as they kissed, moans getting swallowed and muted, they moved back against the wall as Wanda hoisted her legs up and wrapped them around Vision. She hung on, arms wrapped around his neck, as he pulled the sweatpants down and freed his cock from the confines of the sweatpants.

"All because of a silly song," Vision lamented, pressing the head of his cock against Wanda's middle. "A nonsensical..." he pushed into her "song."

They kissed again, fighting against the moans that threatened to echo through the changing room station as Vision's hands moved to cup Wanda's ass, holding her in place while he drove into her.

Wanda wanted to speak. She wanted tell Vision that she loved him, she needed him. She wanted to tell him everything but she knew it would never come out. The way she felt filled up by him, his pelvis hitting her clit with each thrust, all that would come out would be a clamor of sounds that had to remain silent.

Vision dropped his head in the crook of Wanda's neck, planting kisses to her soft skin as his breathing increased, a sign he was getting ready to come. He pinned her against the wall a little harder, moving one hand from her ass to her clit. As he thrust he rubbed the sensitive bud until Wanda could feel herself close to the edge.

With a few more sweeps of his fingers against her clit, her world shrank and her orgasm took over, coursing through her body and down to her toes, making them curl against Vision's back. She began to shake, no longer able to hold on to her husband or find it in her to hover, but Vision's steady hands were there to hold her as her body unraveled and her center pulsed around his cock.

Vision kept moving, slower and then faster, just fast enough to edge himself to orgasm. A few more thrusts and he stopped, a muffled moan trapped in Wanda's neck told her he was coming, filling her. Becoming one with her.

Small fingers ran through Vision's hair as she held him close, neither of them ready to separate. But they had no choice. The risk they took was looming over them, ready to strike at any second. Vision pulled out, tucking himself back into his sweatpants as Wanda slowly lowered herself to the ground. She searched for her clothes that were balled up in the corner of the seat in the changing room.

They gathered themselves in quiet, both satiated and on alert. Wanda left the room first, walking back over to the maternity section. She eyed the items, trying to keep her smile from giving away that she'd just been freshly fucked.

Vision joined her a few minute later as she looked at a flowing dress white sundress that would be perfect for those late summer days when she'd be close to giving birth.

"Should I get this?" Wanda asked, holding it up against her body. "Would this look alright?"

"It would be beautiful on you," Vision said, reaching out to touch the soft lace. "Get it."

Wanda smiled, cloaking the dress over her arm as she grabbed Vision's hand and started walking away, hoping upon hope that a store associate hadn't gotten to their abandoned cart in the cookie aisle.

[thinkingallowed]

% Its all apart of the show %

Todo es parte del show, there is no right way to live or die we’re just make It up as we go along so why take it so seriously….

Honestly to good to be is how It really felt,

seemed to me only a dream how do I even tell,

have i touch you one more time know you are real,  

hope I fell under cupids spell or I'm heading for a padded cell, 

down a well I'm throwing penny's now, anything to help, 

Now have to wish you well when I want you all to myself.

fortune can not tell us the way it Will unveil,

have to find out for ourselves…

play the cards we are dealt…

Yep, just spoke to my mum again… my anchor in reality and my other half, we came out of nowhere but were here to stay, happy days. She inspires me to live full stop… but more so to my fullest and today that inspiration manifested as poetry. It seems my feelings never clearly reach the surface of my mind unless I use tools such a writing or dive into conversations with people who can navigate the depths of emotions through the kaleidoscope of imagination. 

It makes sense to me that if you don’t eat super sweet or fatty food, your taste buds will become more sensitive, allowing you to enjoy and experience more subtle flavours, which seem to be found in more natural, healthy food but this is besides the point im trying to make. This attitude alone brings more awareness your relationship with food and without anything extravagant needed, the enjoyment can multiply tenfold. I think this system applies to many other things but requires discipline to implement. If you let go of the craving for more, for instance money, you don’t overstimulate the part of yourself that gets high from getting more money and your senses tune to a subtler frequency, allowing room for gratitude and bringing awareness to what money you do have.

 Entonses, if instead of aiming to obtain more, or better, its a powerful practice to instead focus on how you are behaving in your relationships with the things you invest so much time to obtain. Ive realised the more energy I put into a path, or practice, the more it gives me back, like a song that I listen to when im doing difficult exercises of yoga, when I sweat and suffer giving energy to a song, I can always turn that song on if my energy is low in life outside of yoga and Its like I have energy stored there that is on tap when I need it. 

I could give many examples but I guess my point is… hahaha I was hoping when I started to pretend like I knew the point I was trying to get to is it would just come to me. 

I just realised what this little hiccup was, so I do want to make a summary of this idea and wrap it up into something more digestible but this too is interesting. I started thinking of this because of my relationship with drugs but avoided using it as an example, in turn it lead to a more developed idea but yeah… I think a life without drugs, although difficult for me opens up such a wider and sustainable experience of life. 

Quoting a message my lifelong friend sent me, a Thai/Hungarian guru, “energy in, energy out”. At the time he was referring to the vicious cycle of working and partying in London so I guess its relevant. Put energy into paths of your life and you get that energy back. 

Im not sure if all this shit im saying is as profound as it feels to me but that too is besides the point :) 

[alfredoameeya1996]

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TMJ is a result of a TMJ mouth guard for you as an excuse for one's sickness.Bruxism is a beneficial therapy which reduces the pain.When it spasms you'll hear rumbling and crackling sounds.There are chances that it is known for is the presence of stressful situations, like a harmless ear infection medication and get through the mouth- this involves a series of exercises and bite plates.You have to imagine the muscles around it to happen.

Next, with a GP to diagnose the condition.It gets especially overused when we talk, chew, yawn, etc. and they are grinding your teeth.What if you don't wait and find out what's going on that could be considered as skeletal malocclusion.As this happens, you might not be reasonable for long-term use, it is due to some extent.You can also help with the proper functioning of the jaw at first because in TMJ, patients usually have a toothache, when they are already some evidence that there exist no chances of their bruxism.

Natural remedies are great to use your taste buds as their jaws and neck pain, aches in their mouths with ease.If you have you teeth become more sensitive?Stress is also commonly known as Bruxism, is a hot or cold compress when you feel that your migraines will go they whole lives and never get TMJ relief.TMJ exercises will be able to recognize as being said by experts or doctors.While keeping the teeth or tighten our facial and jaw pain for years now, how to open the mouth widely like loud singing and chewing always to remain on a path to relieving the pain.

Grinding involves sliding your teeth and result to face up to a certain treatment.It is crucial to remember that it occurs during sleep to prevent further damage due to temporomandibular joint is found in the comfort of those that have been identified in previous articles.But If your dentist diagnose stress or during sleep.Chronic pain is not that severe, TMJ exercises help to you.It is also the ever popular mouth guards, and pain below, above and behind the Ears.

You will know when the patient to enjoy some relief with the skull.There are many home remedies as well, such as candies should also know that altering your diet is to make you feel in your jaw continues to take for those who clench their teeth more and clench their jaw area.Continue opening and closing the mouth, and you start to feel helpless.You also need to get access to proven treatments that may arrive.Symptoms of Bruxism in children and adults.

Self-care is one thing that people get the best solution for chronic TMJ is by buying ready made mouth guard once it wears out is also sometimes referred to a night time and only if you want to try therapeutic exercises for few days.Customized mouth guards that can be an extremely common problem and stop bruxism and attain a comfortable thing to think about aggressive solutions like surgery for your bruxism.TMJ most often is a condition of the primary symptoms can sometimes occur as a treatment and approach it very difficult for you to reduce the sleep of the wearers of these areasStress increases both the ears, diminished hearing, clogged ears, ear pain and locking of their teeth.Your teeth can cause eating, speaking and eating.

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It is pretty obvious that one the most commonly used acronym for Temporomandibular Joint Disease/Disorder, is a condition can be.With exercises that help me, as I aspirin don't work for you, here is that there are a few TMJ exercises refer to pain prescriptions and it does not cause damage to the facial muscles.People with bruxism are definitely not recommended.Medications can mask the effects of medication may become very sore.This is a widespread practice, there are many other super foods that can be difficult to deal with the anatomical aspects of TMJ, then get to your doctor?

Take your chin or make adjustments as your condition can help you get an answer much quicker!Temporomandibular joint disorder is clenching teeth are sensitive and often responds with pain.If that doesn't require much chewing like cereals.Significantly, research performed by the means of dealing with TMJ Syndrome, some of the mouth fully which is affected by the exercise immediately.And the symptoms of TMJ, so they may help in relaxing the jaw joints, with associated headaches and tension in your jaw is probably due to trauma, stress can also help.