#i really am terrified of the dentist...

[bitchapalooza]

Me: Boy am I glad to be infection free and off those antibiotics! I can't wait to fully enjoy my favorite drinks again—in moderation of course. Gotta keep it up with the water!

Mouth: Lmao what if I—

Mouth: *either gives me a dental abscess or a bad burn blister*

Me: Oh....

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Scheduled my first dentist appointment in years HOUGH

[girderednerve]

in other news i have finally managed to schedule a visit to get a glasses prescription because i have had these glasses for like four years & the prescription is sufficiently out of date that it's giving me headaches. huzzah

[fissions-chips]

ahhhhhh

tooth hurty

[thethingything]

debating booking a dentist appointment with a private practice that's got really good reviews that keep mentioning the dentists being really understanding and gentle with patients that have anxiety.

I'm still not sure we can even handle an appointment but at the same time it feels like our wisdom teeth are getting increasingly painful and I'm scared something's gotten infected

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Finally getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, everyone wish me luck and pray that I don’t say anything too bad under the laughing gas

[vampirejuno]

*on the verge of tears* It has to be so over before we can be so back !!

[nofingjustaninchident]

jason grace general headcannons

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content: jason grace hcs

warnings: nothing!!

a/n: i’m back from the dead!!!! i know, i know that i just write for my boy, but trust im writing one of these for all of my boys. i just don’t know when im gonna post it. byeee

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He’s always losing his glasses, like 24/7. They just sleep in the nightstand and in the morning they’re not there anymore.

His love languages are acts of service and quality time, but he LOOOOVES physical touch.

He’s really good in english, but he has a little bit of trouble with maths (roman numbers and all)

He doesn’t understand gen-Z jokes

He has no clue on how to use a cellphone/computer/tv/anything technological

He loves to play football

He’s completely clueless about the people that have a crush on him. Like, he never ever notices.

He’s super romantic, but he’ll never ever admit it

He’s an ass guy. Prove me wrong.

He absolutely loves when you want to make cute hairstyles in his hair.

He’ll give you all of his hoodies

He smells like roses and sandalwood.

He wakes up at 4 am every day. The only days when he wakes up later is when he’s sleeping with his s/o

He’s a cuddler, and obviously the big spoon.

He’s not one to get into fights, but if someone says anything about his friends, he’ll kill that person.

He’s extremely loyal to his friends and family.

He’s super powerful, and, if he explores more of his powers, he’d discover that he can control the air in people’s lungs and he’d be terrifying.

He used to be very insecure with himself when he was younger, and that made him work out till he got all buff and hot and tall.

He loves laughing with Percy and Leo and just chilling together with his mates

He spends a lot of time with Frank helping him with all this praetor thing.

He and Reyna were never back to being close friends, and he got constantly sad over this.

He got constant anxiety crisis and panicked attacks

Sometimes he doesn’t realize how tall he is compared to other people like Nico, so it’s super fun to watch him smirking when he doesn’t want Nico to get something and he just puts it in a higher spot.

He’s the biggest Solangelo shipper in the whole damn camp.

He’s the president of the ‘Protect Nico Di-Angelo’ club.

He loves loves LOVES kids, and he’d be the best dad ever.

He loves when Percy calls him to go to Sally’s house, cause he can play with Estelle.

He hates when any of his friends get mistreated.

He doesn’t have much personal stuff in the Zeus cabin, but he does have a plushie, and it’s a little eagle that he named Sparkles.

He’s not much of a crier now, but he did cry a lot when he was a kid.

He loves sleepovers.

He’s a great cook, since Leo taught him.

He loves baking cakes for his friends and family

His favorite dessert is brownies, especially when it has that crunchy part in it.

He’s absolutely terrified of dentists.

He’s also a little claustrophobic.

He loves having an arm around you whenever you’re talking.

He’s not super jealous, but he’s a little insecure with some stuff or people.

He’s the softest boy of all. Literally the cutest ever.

[strljaem]

“i want my wisdom tooth back”

“ah wah ma wizum toof bah”

It was early Saturday morning, and I was sweating buckets in the passenger seat of Jaemin's car. Jaemin glanced at me as we stopped at a red light, his hand finding mine. "It's gonna be fine," he said, squeezing my hand gently. "You're just having your wisdom teeth out, it's not like they're removing your actual wisdom."

I didn't laugh at his joke, which probably scared him a little, but I was too nervous to even smile. I was about to have two wisdom teeth pulled, and the thought of sharp objects in my mouth was not my idea of a fun weekend. Jaemin drove on, his soothing voice trying to calm me down with stories about the latest drama in his gaming guild. I think he even mentioned something about his cat getting stuck in a shoebox, but I was too focused on the upcoming appointment to really pay attention.

The dentist's office was everything you'd expect: sterile, white, and full of equipment that looked like medieval torture devices. Jaemin led me to the front counter, where a cheerful nurse with glasses perched on her nose asked for my name. I squeaked out my name, and she nodded, telling us to take a seat and wait for my name to be called.

I sat down on a hard plastic chair, clutching Jaemin's hand like it was my only lifeline. He caressed my fingers and smiled at me, his grin warm and reassuring. "You're doing great," he said. "Just remember to breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

It wasn't long before the doctor called my name. Jaemin and I stood up together, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the treatment room. The doctor was a tall man with a big smile. He looked at Jaemin and then at me. "Is he your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes," I replied, my voice trembling.

The doctor chuckled and gestured for me to sit in the dentist's chair. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," he said, motioning for me to lean back. The nurse came in, and they began to prepare for the procedure. There was some kind of mask, a lot of beeping equipment, and a tray full of shiny, terrifying tools. I was having second thoughts about this whole thing, but Jaemin was standing right beside me, holding my hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb.

The doctor adjusted the mask over my nose and mouth and said, "This is just laughing gas. You'll be asleep for a bit, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." I nodded, trying to stay calm as the gas started to take effect. Jaemin pulled out his phone and started recording, which, looking back, was a little mean, but hey, it's not every day you get to see your significant other on laughing gas.

Everything started to get a little fuzzy, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Jaemin's reassuring smile.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I felt like I was on a cloud made of cotton candy. Jaemin was still there, holding my hand and watching me with a smirk on his face. I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I fell back into the chair.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice all slurred and groggy.

Jaemin chuckled. "You're at the dentist. You just had your wisdom teeth out, remember?"

I blinked at him, my eyes heavy and unfocused. "You're so handsome," I said, my voice dreamy and totally without a filter.

The doctor and nurse laughed, and Jaemin just shook his head, his cheeks turning a little red. "Thanks," he said, helping me to sit up carefully. "Let's get you to the car, sleepyhead."

He walked me out to the parking lot, his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I was still in a daze, but at least I had my handsome boyfriend to guide me. He helped me into the car, buckled my seatbelt, and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"See? That wasn't so bad," he said as he started the car.

I groaned, my mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls. "I need a smoothie," I mumbled.

Jaemin grinned. "Smoothie it is," he said, and off we went, my wisdom teeth somewhere in a biohazard bag, but my heart firmly in the hands of the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Jaemin drove carefully out of the parking lot, glancing over at me every few moments to make sure I wasn't about to topple over. My head was lolling a bit, and my cheeks were swollen like a chipmunk's. The gauze in my mouth felt weird, and my brain was still foggy from the anesthesia.

As we turned onto the main road, I suddenly had a thought. It seemed important, like one of those random ideas that feels like a breakthrough even though it's completely silly. I turned to Jaemin, my words garbled and slow because of the gauze.

"I want my wisdom tooth back," I mumbled, trying to sound serious, but it came out more like, "Ah wah ma wizum toof bah."

Jaemin looked at me, puzzled at first, then he burst out laughing. "What?" he asked, shaking his head. "What are you going to do with your wisdom tooth?"

I tried to explain, but the gauze and the anesthetic made everything difficult. "I... I just want it... you know, like a trophy," I slurred, feeling oddly proud of the idea.

Jaemin was still laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'm pretty sure the dentist keeps those," he said, patting my shoulder. "Trust me, you don't want it back."

I groaned, feeling a bit disappointed. "But... but... it's mine," I insisted, though it sounded more like, "Bah... bah... izz mine."

Jaemin just laughed harder, his hand squeezing my shoulder as he drove. "We'll get you a nice smoothie, how about that? It's way better than a bloody tooth."

I grumbled something unintelligible, but even in my dazed state, I could tell his laughter was infectious. The rest of the drive was filled with Jaemin chuckling at my silly, half-conscious remarks about reclaiming my wisdom tooth, while I occasionally moaned in exaggerated despair.

In the end, I might not have gotten my tooth back, but I definitely got the best care and a whole lot of laughter from the sweetest guy I knew. Maybe I'd settle for a smoothie and some ice cream, as long as Jaemin was there to share them with me.

[outsidersheadcanons]

Could you possibly do how the greasers act at the doctor, like if they get scared or not, which ones get scared, what they’re scared of (this is probably weird but so am I so…)

Sure :D (Dw this is nowhere near the weirdest asks I've ever gotten)

Ponyboy

So let's start with the little hater. I feel like he kinda beefs w/ his doctor for no reason 😭 (actually. there is a reason. he tells him to stop smoking and it pisses him off 💀) But he behaves pretty well. Most of the time. He only crashes out if he needs a shot or smth 💀 (and ofc he's not going back there AT ALL unless Soda and/or Darry go too)

Sodapop

He gets a little nervous, but only because he's a tiny bit of a hypochondriac (me too). But he LOVES the doctor/dentist for the cute nurses who tell him how handsome he is 💀

Darry

Acts normally ig? He kinda neglects himself so he gets lectured sometimes about getting more sleep and drinking enough water 😭 Darry's not scared of anything, but he def doesn't like getting his blood drawn (same)

Two-bit

Also gets told by the nurses that he's handsome (which he appreciates a lot). But he's also the kinda guy to get caught touching the equipment if he's waiting in the room alone for more than 10 mins 💀

Steve

Gets dragged like. whenever his father remembers which is rarely 💀 if he's getting any kind of medical intervention it's in the ER (and he's a handful). CRASHES THE HELL OUT if he needs any kind of shot (and is dramatic as hell about it). also TERRIFIED of the dentist. (I'm evil for that sorry 😭)

Dally

You saw how he acted in the hospital 😭 but at the same time. most of the doctors he's seen in his life have literally been tough jail doctors so. he doesn't ALWAYS misbehave. But like Two he's definitely been caught opening the drawers and shit 💀

Johnny

This kid's so neglected man :( the closest thing he really gets to a doctor's visit are school nurse visits and the ER when he's really sick/injured. But he behaves himself very well (him and the school nurse are pretty close. She knows he doesn't get the best sleep at night so she always lets him take a nap during the day in her office if he needs it). I would say he's kind of scared of the hospital, just bc he doesn't really like being away from the neighborhood :(

[sgtpeppers]

So slightly inspired by that anon who asked about weird Paul facts, I'm a bit curious if you could elaborate more on Paul's relationship with his dreams? (side note: I had to look up a photo of Allen Klein and no hate to him but Paul was so real for being scared I would've been terrified too if that guy was putting me to sleep as a dentist)

Hey! Thank you for the question, I'd love to talk about this! (also you're so right, dentists freak me out anyway but he would be particularly terrifying).

So Paul said in a 2020 interview with the New York Times (x) that he’s “a great believer in dreams" and "a great rememberer of dreams” and boy does he like to tell people about them. I do think sometimes there’s a bit (or a lot) of exaggeration, but even so, they’re important enough to him that he wants us to think that’s the story. 

So I’ve pulled together the quotes I can remember, and there’s definitely more than this, but I’ve tried to split them into categories and provided a couple of examples of each, plus some of my thoughts.

Dreams & Creation:

Look, yeah, we’ve heard these stories a million times, and I think the story of Let It Be in particular is a bit more complicated than the way Paul tells it now. But what’s important to me is the idea that creative people will pay attention to things like dreams, their mind wandering off, daydreaming etc. Everyone does it, but I think people like Paul who just have that instinct to make things, get good at noticing the little threads their subconscious has picked up from somewhere and learn to follow them. 

Somewhere in a dream, I heard this tune. When I woke up, I thought, ‘I love that tune. What is it? Is it Fred Astaire? Is it Cole Porter? What is it?’ I fell out of bed and the piano was right there, just to the side. I thought I’d try and work out how the song went.

(On Yesterday, The Lyrics, 2022) 

I fell asleep exhausted one day and had a dream in which my mum (who had died ten years previously) did in fact come to me…and she said to me ‘Everything will be alright. Let it be.’ I woke up thinking this would be a great subject for a song.”

(On Let It Be, The Lyrics, 2022)

This series – I just woke up one morning and I had a germ of an idea, which is all I want really. I don’t want too formed an idea, it’s just not who I am.

(On a series of paintings he did, interview with Modern Painters, 2000). 

Anxiety Dreams: 

We’ve all had them; turning up to school or work with no clothes, having to take a test you haven’t studied for etc. Paul’s no different, only the things he worries about are a little less mundane - gigs going wrong, audiences losing interest, or that guy you definitely don’t want to be your manager turning up as a creepy dentist. 

I also quite like in the quote about Klein below, the idea that he somehow invaded Paul's dreams which are supposed to be a safe space, especially if we're thinking about Paul's dreams in terms of a creative source for him. Klein appearing in them as a villain conjures the idea of him blocking Paul's creativity.

I was having dreams Klein was a dentist. I remember telling everyone and they all laughed but I said, ‘No, this was a fucking scary dream!’ I said, ‘I can’t be with this guy any longer. He’s in my dreams now, and he’s a baddie.’ He was giving me injections in my dreams to put me out and I was thinking, Fucking hell! I’ve just become so powerless. There’s nothing I can do to stop the rot.

(Many Years From Now, Barry Miles)

It’s actually a recurring dream of mine: I’m playing and people start walking out, and I’m trying to think of a song that will get them back – “do ‘Long Tall Sally’ - quick!” – but they keep walking – “let’s do ‘Yesterday’!” – it’s typical performer’s insecurities.

(You Gave Me The Answer, 2022)

Dreams about people he’s lost:  

Paul has experienced a lot of grief in his life from a young age, and with people he had extremely close relationships with. I think it’s super understandable that he’d put a lot of meaning in them appearing in his dreams. I will note, there are a lot more examples of this than I’ve included here, and in particular he talks about dreaming of John a lot, but I think these two quotes sum up his feelings on people appearing to him.

When you dream about seeing someone you’ve lost, even though sometimes it’s just for a few seconds, it really does feel like they’re right there with you, and it’s as if they’ve always been there. I think anyone who’s lost someone close to them understands that, especially in the period of time just after they’ve passed away. Still to this day I dream about John and George and talk to them. But in this dream, seeing my mum’s beautiful, kind face and being with her in a very peaceful place was very comforting.

(On Let It Be, The Lyrics, 2022) 

I love when people revisit you in your dreams. I often have band dreams and they're crazy. I'm often with John and just talking about something, and I come to get my Hofner bass, ready to play, and it's covered in sticky tape. You know, dreams.

(The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, 2019)

Shared dreams with John: 

Part of that weird belief he and John had that they had some sort of telepathic connection was the idea that they shared dreams. I find this very endearing despite the fact I don’t think it was true. (I think probably sometimes they’d just tell each other their dreams and they were so dead set on them being Special and Different the other one would just be like ‘omg me too’) Anyway, repeating what I said about the song dreams, I do think the fact Paul tells these stories as though they are true is still interesting, and shows the importance to him. 

The first quote is also interesting just due to the fact Paul does seem to have some kind of belief that dreams can be 'minor premonitions'.

Life gives you minor premonitions. You don’t think of them as premonitions until the dream comes true and then you think, ‘Hey, I wonder if that was a sign.’ I remember when John and I were first hanging out together, I had a dream about digging in the garden with my hands. I’d dreamt that before but I’d never found anything other than an old tin can. But in this dream I found a gold coin. I kept digging and I found another. And another. The next day I told John about this amazing dream I’d had and he said, ‘That’s funny, I had the same dream.’ So both of us had this dream of finding this treasure. And I suppose you could say it came true. I remember years later talking about it – ‘Remember that dream we had?’; ‘Yeah, that was far out.’ So the message of that dream was: keep digging, lads.

(Interview with Big Issue, 2012)

There’s also this conversation from Get Back which is technically a John dream, but you can infer that John’s expecting Paul to have had the same dream: 

John: [to Paul] Hey…did you dream about me last night? Paul: I don’t remember. John: Very strong dream. We both dreamt about it… Amazing. Different dreams, you know. I thought you must have been there. I mean, I was touching you. George: Was it sexually oriented? Paul: Oh, you know, John, don’t worry about it. John: There’s nothing to worry about.

Misc: 

So I used a small piece of this quote earlier, from Paul's interview about his paintings, and also I see the part about having homosexual dreams floating around all the time (and I get it, it’s a kinda funny thing to say), but I actually think the whole quote is a really interesting insight into the meaning Paul places on dreams, and that initial point I made about following threads that your brain gives you:

But that’s what started to fascinate me. It’s probably an accident, but also what I like about that is the inner content, that I have no idea what my dreams are about. I’ve no idea, yet they’re every bit as real as sitting here with you. But my interior world, I think it’s not a bad idea to try and tap it.  My view is that these things are there whether you want them or not, in your interior. You don’t call up dreams, they happen, often the exact opposite of what you want. You can be heterosexual and be having a homosexual dream and wake up, and think, “Shit, am I gay?” I like that you don’t have control over it. But there is some control — it is you dreaming, it is your mind it’s all happening in. In a way my equation would be that my computer is fully loaded by now. Maybe in younger people there’s a little bit of loading to go, but mine’s loaded pretty much, so what I try and do is allow it to print out unbeknown to me. And I’m interested to hear what it’s got in there.  I think we must be interested as musicians as often our music arrives that way. I dreamed the song Yesterday. It was just in a dream, I woke up one morning and had a melody in my head. so I have to believe in that.”

(Interview with Modern Painters, 2000)

And just to finish off, that lovely succinct quote I took from the NYT article at beginning of this post actually leads into a bit of a longer conversation about Paul’s dreams. Which yeah… it’s Paul. Of course he has something to say about sex in dreams and somehow manages to make it weirder. 

What’s the last interesting dream you had? Last night’s was pretty good. What was it? It was of a sexual nature, so I’m not sure it’s good for the Kids section. Pretty cool, though. Very interesting, dreams of a sexual nature when you’re married. Because your married head is in the dream saying: “Don’t do this. Don’t go here.” And just to let you know, I didn’t. It was still a good dream.”

(New York Times interview, 2020)

So there we have it, like that quote says at the start, I think he's just become good at remembering his dreams and his creative brain likes to find meaning in them, or comfort in them when he's missing the people he loves but has lost. I also think there's a bit of an ego thing going on, and he probably like the narrative of things just appearing to him in dreams, but when you actually look at what he's saying, what's more accurate is he just uses little nuggets from them to build on.

Aaand I've gone on for far longer than I intended, but I hope this was helpful/interesting!

[mj-iza-writer]

I'm getting braces in about a month and, as I'm nervous, it gave me some whump inspiration. Imagine Whumpee needing braces but being terrified of the dentist/procedure/ the pain/ how many years they need them for and Caretaker trying to keep them calm and distracted through the procedure by holding their hand, helping them choose the rubber tie colour etc. Also, if you don't mind, could you write it to have both Caretaker and whumpee female please? I can never find any female whumpee/Caretaker. Thanks!

I've never had braces, but I've had a lot if dental work done and it sucks. I wish you luck with the braces. I hope you enjoy the story. -MJ

"Whumpee we have about an hour before we go to the dentist. Would you like a little CBD oil to help with your nerves", Caretaker watched as Whumpee's hands shook.

"N-no thanks ma'am. I-I'm okay", Whumpee tried to hide her hands in her pocket.

"It's okay to be nervous", Caretaker reminded, "it's an unknown new thing that you are going to do. You can be brave and still have a little help with a calmer."

Whumpee nodded, "I-I know, I just want to know what's going on around me. I don't want to relax, even for a second."

"You know I'll be in the room with you right. I won't let anyone hurt you my dear. I won't leave you, not even for a second", Caretaker gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

"What if they don't let you?", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"They better let me", Caretaker grins, "I've already talked with your dentist. They know that I am to stay with you. They are completely alright with me being in there for you."

Whumpee smiles weakly, "I still think I want to go without the oil. If that's okay?"

"We can do this however you like. It is perfectly fine if you don't want oil, but remember, if you change your mind and want it later, it may not have the same effect."

Whumpee nodded, "if it's up to me... can we just not go? I'm okay with my teeth like this."

Caretaker gently giggled, "you've gone through so much dental work already. It wouldn't make sense to stop short now. Future, you will really appreciate this."

Whumpee sighed sadly, "they better."

"Alright, we still have a few minutes before we go", Caretaker patted Whumpee's shoulder, "go ahead and get yourself together."

The car ride was quiet.

Caretaker hummed quietly to the songs on the radio.

Under normal circumstances, Whumpee would have joined in, but Whumpee quietly starred out the window.

"Alright and we are here", Caretaker parked.

"I think I'm going to be sick", Whumpee grumbled.

"Just take some deep breaths for me", Caretaker reminded them, "I'm right here with you."

Whumpee gulped as they looked at Caretaker. Tears started to come to her eyes.

"Whumpee, I promise, everything is alright", Caretaker reached for Whumpee's shaking hands, "take a deep breath."

Whumpee nodded and tried to breathe. They could only muster a shallow, shaky breath.

"Alright, let's go in", Caretaker spoke gently.

Whumpee sat in the dentist chair.

Caretaker and the dentist were talking to each other at the door. Whumpee could hear some of the conversation, but they were too nervous to pay attention.

"Alright, Whumpee, are you ready to get started?", the dentist finally sat down.

"No, not really", Whumpee smiles weakly, "I'd make a run for it if I knew Caretaker wouldn't chase me down and drag me back here."

Caretaker came around and sat on the other side of Whumpee. They smiled when Whumpee reached for their hand. "I'm right here, I promise", Caretaker whispers.

"Well, we don't want you running. Especially when we get started. Now I'm going to talk you through everything. Caretaker already knows aftercare for you. So when you're done, you're done. Caretaker will just need to schedule your follow up in a few months", the dentist pulled out a kit, "now the big question. What color would you like for your first round?"

Whumpee looked at them questioningly, "color?"

"Yes, we have these bands here that go on the brackets. You can choose any of these colors here", the dentist picked up a few, "how about you and Caretaker decide. I have to check on a patient and I'll be right back."

Whumpee took a quick glance at the color options before the dentist walked out.

"Which ones do you like?", Caretaker whispers.

"I'm kind of tempted to say pink, but I don't know", Whumpee sighs, "I didn't know I got to pick the color. That's kind of cool."

"Yeah? Pink would be a cool color", Caretaker nods, "you're going to do great. I promise."

Whumpee whimpered a little as the dentist looked over their teeth. They then placed guards to keep Whumpee's mouth open.

"That way you won't bite me", they joked, "and Caretaker promised not to bite me as well. So, hopefully, she keeps her word."

Whumpee giggled a little and looked at Caretaker.

Caretaker smiled and bit her teeth together playfully.

"Alright, and here we go. We are going to start with a cleaning. Then we will start placing the brackets", the dentist got situated, "you're an old champ at these cleanings, so this will be so easy."

Whumpee couldn't help but groan as their teeth received the brackets and wires.

"Are you groaning because of discomfort, or does something hurt?", Caretaker asked worriedly.

"Dishumfert", Whumpee struggled, "Eh, donet lek dis."

"We are almost done", the dentist promised, "I just have to add the color. What did you choose?"

"Penk", Whumpee struggles more.

"She would like pink", Caretaker repeats and squeezes Whumpee's hand, "any pain yet?"

"Nuh", Whumpee watches them, then looks at the dentist.

"You won't feel any pain right away, but discomfort will settle in pretty soon as your lips will have to get use to the braces. You will be in pain within a few hours, and that may last for a few days. I will have to make adjustments, so you'll get rather sick of coming in to see me. It is all worth it in the end though, I promise."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker worriedly.

"Caretaker has been given a script for pain meds to help you settle in. She also has your care instructions. You'll want to eat soft foods to start. Caretaker knows all of this though", the dentist pulled Whumpee's lips around, "alright Whumpee, you have braces now."

Whumpee was sat up slowly. "All done?" Whumpee looks at them wide-eyed after the mouth guards were removed.

"Yes, all done. You did tremendous", the dentist chuckles as Whumpee's lips struggle to lay flat, "do you want to see?"

"Yes please", Whumpee takes an offered mirror and smiles big.

"They look so good", Caretaker sees the worry in Whumpee's eyes, "you did such a good job."

"At least they're pink", Whumpee sighs, "that's a bright side."

"Yes, definitely a good choice", Caretaker smiles comfortingly, "are you ready to head home?"

The dentist grins as they stand, "you did an amazing job today. I'm very proud of you for taking this next step for your health."

"Thankyou", Whumpee tries to smile, "my lips don't like these things."

"I know, but they'll get use to it", the dentist reaches for a bag, "a small goody bag for you."

Whumpee takes it and looks inside, "thankyou."

Caretaker carries a bowl of soup out to Whumpee.

"I'm sure you're hungry. This will be gentle for your sore mouth", Caretaker sighs at the sight of Whumpee.

Whumpee sits at the table with her mouth opened wide.

"I don't like this", Whumpee rubs their cheek in discomfort.. "it hurts. Why does it hurt?"

"It will hurt. They say at least the first few days. Your pain is understandable. In a few days, your mouth should be use to it, and you'll be a little more comfortable."

"Until it has to be tightened", Whumpee sniffled, "why did I agree to this? I was okay with them being messed up."

"Whumpee, it wasn't just about them being cricked. Your jaw structure was suffering because of how bad your teeth were", Caretaker sighed when they saw Whumpee wipe their eyes and puff their quivering lip out pass the brackets, "Whumpee, you either have to go through this discomfort now. You are young enough where this problem may be fixed by the braces. Or, you can wait until you are in so much discomfort and you can't even eat. You'll need jaw surgery. You'll have your jaw wired shut and have to survive on liquids for a while. How does that sound?"

Whumpee thought quietly for a few moments.

"I can't believe you're even considering that", Caretaker finally set the bowl in front of Whumpee.

"No... just if that happens... you... you will still take care of me right?", Whumpee whispers, "the dentist said the braces may not solve all of the problems."

Caretaker paused when they realized.

"Whumpee, I will always take care of you. I promise. I'm here to stay", Caretaker promised as they hugged Whumpee's head against their stomach, "I'm not leaving you."

Whumpee burried their head into Caretaker and sobbed. Their arms wrapped around Caretaker.

"It's alright. I didn't know that was a fear you had", Caretaker patted Whumpee's head lovingly, "no, I'm not leaving you. You're my Whumpee now."

After a few more minutes Whumpee looked up. Their cheeks red and wet from their tears.

"Here let's clean you up a little, then you can try to eat some of the soup. I'll give you some medicine as well to help with pain."

"I'm sorry, I-I got your shirt wet", Whumpee looked at them shamefully.

"That's alright, tears never hurt me before. Plus, that's not the only bodily fluid you've gotten on me", Caretaker smiled as they wiped Whumpee's face off, "everything is okay", she whispers, "I promise."

Whumpee looked at her sadly for a moment before smiling weakly.

Whumpee whispers, "if I'm able to stay with you, then everything will be okay."

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[sleepboysummer]

need more insane girl characters in musicals im talking full terrifying horror murderer. i am SICK of 'insane girls' in media just being kind of unhinged. i want to see girls screaming and killing people and covered in blood. i mean guys get jd and sweeney and javert and basically all of assassins and jekyll and hyde and the dentist and judge frollo and etc...

carrie from carrie

margaret from carrie

mrs lovett from sweeney todd

cheryl from evil dead the musical

the narrator from murder ballad (only at the end though)

the leading player from pippin? (gender neutral but played by a girl in the revival. +leading player only kinda fits what im going for but. ive seen it done really well where the insane part is set up and hinted to early on)

but ik there are definitely more... please give me more.......

[amazingdeadfish]

HC idea, Macaque is sort of out of shape upon integrating with human society. (But is still way stronger cus he's not a normal monke)

This hc only makes sense if u search up fur-less monkies. (They're buff)

DF RAMBLE AHEAD (I got carried away)

I did on fact, search up hairless monkies for this. For those of you who see this and are also curious, here is a picture:

Those are really buff monkies, and they lowkey unsettle me a little lmao (to think Macaque and Wukong could, or once, or are built like this terrifying but also really funny).

Now, I really like this HC idea (because there is no way Macaque is in the same state as he was hundreds upon thousands of years ago, regardless of his "death"), but the reason he is out of shape might be worth discussion.

I think it might be because of the food he'd be eating, not lack of exercise, nor merely time and humans changing him.

Think about it. For centuries, generations, human society has cultivated food, invented recipes, and used selective breeding and genetic modification over the course of millenias to achieve the state of fruit and vegetables that we have today.

Like, watermelons:

I want to really lean into how humans have cultivated fruits and vegetables for this ramble though because, that's probably what Macaque has always mostly eaten and will continue to eat most of the time (well, kind of, we'll add to that later).

Fruit has gotten sweeter over the years. Too sweet. And there have actually been articles written about how it's gotten so sweet to a point that animals in zoos literally cannot eat them because of their high sugar content.

What point am I making? I think Macaque has teeth problems lmao (someone please get this monkey to a dentist). Solely because of this.

But that's a little off topic 💀. Because back to the point I said earlier, Macaque probably eats more than fruit and vegetables now. But not any good stuff. He probably eats a lot of stuff that is high on sodium like, I don't know, cup noodles or, screw it, an entire jar of pickles. He uses the juice to brew his afternoon tea.

Side note: In contrast to Wukong's peach chips, I think it would be fun if Macaque really liked dried mangos or something. Or prunes. Raisins even. Dried banana crisps too. Guys do we think he would steal invest in a fruit dehydrator? I think he would.

Add all of this up together, and no matter how much training Macaque does, he won't get back to his prime with his modern diet, haha. For Wukong on the other hand (who shouldn't have been a part of this discussion in the first place but I do want to mention him again), he lives on Flower Fruit Mountain so, I'll give the place the benefit of the doubt that the fruits there aren't that cultivated to the point of over sweetness and, I'm sure there's only so much junk food Wukong could haul over to his mountain or, his shame temple.

But it's alright, we had to nerf Macaque somehow/j.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Feel free to ignore this entirely. I said before that, if I felt brave enough, I would show you the extent of the dental issues I had that led to my full dental clearance surgery.

Under the cut you'll find the picture of my teeth a week before extraction, and a picture of my mouth 3 days after. TRIGGERS FOR - Blood/Dental decay/Stitches

I am well aware of the state my mouth was in. Largely, it was down to self neglect but not out of not brushing my teeth, out of fear of the dentist being so strong that small issues were left to become absolutely rampant and unfixable. Dental phobia is never really talked about because it's seen as "everyone hates the dentist" - this was more than that. Hours of crying, hours of hying up just to call to speak to someone without even stepping into a dentist. Not to mention living with the dental decay, pain, and visual representation of the mess I was in. The picture of my teeth prior to extraction looks like those of a long term meth addict. I am not proud of it, but I know that's how it looked and I'm aware that that sounds flippant.

It took being terrified of endocarditis (as I already have heart disease/malformations from birth) to make me agree to the extractions. I didn't want to die and leave my sons without their mum. The fear/phobia was/is that profound.

You're welcome to think what you do - as I said I know what they looked like and I hated it myself. But I just want to show how far someone with dental phobia can progress before things are "bad enough" to accept help.

So, under the cut is my before and after surgery. Look if you like, and by all means have your opinions. I'm sure I've heard them all before! But also if you have any questions, then ask.

[onetiny-inkdropuniverse]

BINARY STARS CH. 79 & 80 ARE FINALLY HERE after some delay bc I was on vacation... Anyway I thought I'd include my little Nico mental spiral from ch. 79 because I am very proud of it. Enjoy. (and by enjoy, I mean cry)

Nico just watched him, feeling terribly sad. He lazily drew myths and legends in constellations on the freckles that came down the back of Will’s neck and disappeared into his t-shirt, and all the while, Nico wondered what they would have been like had they really been normal teenagers.

How long would they have been friends before dating? Far longer, he thought. That’s how it would work if he only ever saw Will for brief minutes in between classes or at lunch, instead of all time and everywhere, three meals a day. They’d tell each other the story of their lives bit by bit, piece by piece, over months and months and months instead of all at once in a bout of trauma-driven spiraling. 

He imagined that. Getting to know Will over the course of years. Becoming closer and closer, thread by thread, their lives weaving together in a way that was natural and easy and oh-so- perfect .

What would they be like, in a distant utopia where being gay was just as normal as anything else? Would their first kiss be at a park by some beautiful sunset? Would they take each other to school dances?

What would it be like, if they had normal families and normal parents? 

Where would they go on dates? Would they really go paintball fighting, like in the first ever rom-com he had watched? Would they go to restaurants, bookstores, ice skating rinks? 

What would Will Solace be like, if he never had plague powers, if he never lost so many siblings to war? Would he be shy and scatterbrained and would he have a quicker temper? Would he jump around like a ginger cat? Messy, silly, awkward, even?

What would Nico be like?

Not like this, he knew. Because Nico remembered the way he used to be. Back before he knew the sting of being seen as immature, stupid, creepy, ugly, scary. Weak. Terrifying. Aggressive. Standoffish.

Things he was not. Because Nico still remembered the way he used to be-- all he could recall was how much hope he always had. The wide eyes that thought the world was so awesome and everything about it was so cool and wanted to make friends with everyone and loved everything, everything, everything. 

There was not a single thing that Nico did not love. Earthworms, seagulls, the dentist that Alecto took them to so they could enroll in school. Card games, darts, ping ball, Pong, Indy 500, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Donkey Kong, everything he played in that casino for seventy years. Other things that most people didn’t like: pickles, puddles, mosquitos, mud, rain. He loved everything. He loved everyone. He tried to talk to homeless people on street corners as Bianca dragged him away. Bianca was always dragging him away from things-- dangerous things, probably. Open flames, poison ivy. He probably tired her out quite a bit, frustrated her. It was probably why she got so sick of him and joined the Hunters.

Chronologically, that wasn’t Nico’s first heartbreak. But in the order of what changed him, it was.

Because when Bianca left, and he was at Camp Half-Blood by himself, all he could think about was: Am I annoying? Why don’t people like me? (And of course, when is my sister coming back? ) At least the Stolls liked him. They were nice. They showed him how to play a few board-games. But he began to really notice the way everyone rolled their eyes and ignored him when he asked question after question about the gods, the myths, everything. He was so excited! He wanted to know!

Everyone else was so jaded. And so he became a little jaded, too.

And then there was the second heartbreak. When Percy, the person who he had so admired, stabbed him in the gut with the news of Bianca’s death. And Nico wanted to hate him so, so much . But he couldn’t hate. He didn’t know how to.

He only liked Percy more and more and more, even as it became evident Percy liked him less and less and less. He remembered the look in Percy’s eyes when they saw each other for the first time again after Bianca’s death. The way he looked creeped out, uncomfortable. Like near Nico was the last place he wanted to be. And Nico still couldn’t hate him, no matter how hard he tried. He learned to hate games and flowers and sunny days and music and art and singing and all the things he used to love, one by one, but he could not figure out how to hate Percy Jackson.

The third heartbreak was finding out about how his mother died, and how he lost his memory. Reliving it. Hearing that Bianca didn’t want him to find her. Trying again and again, because he just couldn’t stop loving his sister. Couldn’t stop being the same person, even as he changed his clothes and learned to fight and mastered his angry glare.

And the fourth heartbreak was Percy Jackson dating Annabeth Chase, a thing he saw coming since day one, a thing he always knew was going to happen. It wasn’t even so much that he liked Percy anymore. It was more just a slap in the face. You’re too weird , the Fates decided. Too creepy. Too abnormal. Too gay.

And then the fifth. The fifth was Tartarus, was the jar. The place where he was meant to have all the love and the caring beat out of him, the place that should have hardened his heart forever. But it didn’t. It was the only thing that kept him sane-- thinking of Hazel. Thinking of seeing her again and hugging her and telling her that the way her mother treated her, the way the world treated her was not her fault. That she was loved. If not by anyone else, at the very least, by him.

Yes, it would have hurt less if he had just died in Tartarus. But loving people always had a way of hurting Nico. And this was just another time it did.

And even now, he couldn’t stop. In seconds, minutes, two and a half months he had found himself in love with Will Solace. And now he feared more than anything that this love would hurt him, too.

And the worst part of it? Nico knew. Nico knew that the Fates could break his heart over and over and over again, tear Will away from him in a million ways, and his heart would never harden. He’d keep on bleeding even after he died. If the fatal flaw of a child of Hades was holding grudges, it seemed love was the one grudge he’d never drop. He’d carry his stupid, bleeding heart past Tartarus, even after his mind splintered and body decayed into dust. Even if his very essence was sapped from existence like Bryce Lawrence. Even when there was not a shard of him left to love, he’d do it. And it would hurt him forever.

Only forever.

Nico looked down at Will’s sleeping face.

That’s how long he would bleed. Only forever.

What would he have been like, if he was mortal? Better yet, if he was mortal in a world where his love, every part of it, was accepted? If he could take his bleeding heart and wear it on his sleeve?

How many years, decades, lifetimes would he devote to his mother, his sisters, to Will Solace, if he had all the time in the world?

Just how beautiful could life be, if he was allowed to show how much he adored it? If didn’t have to wait for the heartbreak, for the slap in the face, for the bitter resolution?

Nico cried silently as Will slept. His face didn’t contort. He didn’t tremble, didn’t shake. He bore it all, and the only thing that gave away his haunting thoughts were the tears sliding down his face.

He wished and wondered and hoped for this to finally be the time, the person, he was allowed to love. 

But everything said otherwise. He knew.

It’s going to be okay , Nico told himself over and over again. But he knew the series of impossibilities it took. They had to get out of this quest alive, which was already a tall task. And then what? Hide his relationship with Will for more than two years, until they could go to college or live somewhere accepting? Or risk it and come out to Camp? Or convince Will to come stay at the Waystation, and not be at Camp when he’s needed most? Would Will ever get tired of it, tired of him? Or not him, but simply the extra effort it took to exist in a gay relationship, when he could very well date a girl instead?

How would they even end up going to the same college? That was stupidly unlikely. What was the point in all of this, right now, if they just split up one day, anyway? What was the point in having his heart beaten up, thrown around, by god after god? How long could he believe in the stupid little daydream of he and Will one day being like Jo and Emmie, when Jo and Emmie themselves had gotten extremely lucky and still likely suffered so much?

Why make me like this ? Nico thought, looking up at the ceiling. What kind of cruel joke is that?

Distantly, he thought he could make out the Fates, laughing.

Fuck you .

He squeezed Will a little bit harder as the morning sun started to peek through the blinds.

He hadn’t slept all night.