#the toothbrush

[vaciena]

I need everyone to see this ad I just got

[mr-malumm]

Morning routine of local TV star

[akanemnon]

We don't talk about the scar

[morganbritton132]

A shaky video goes up on Tiktok that levels out on Steve, head in hand. There’s a lot of voices before one rings out loudest and quiets the rest. The camera pushes forward, “Mr. Harrington, can you play it again.”

“One more time,” He sighs. “Then no more. We’ve got fractions to do.”

There’s a lot of agreeing and people get closer to hear as Steve presses to play the voice note he received ten minutes before.

You hear Eddie’s voice a bit too close to the phone, a bit out of breath: Hey, hypothetical, say you’re married and you told your husband to stop taking the cat outside because she kept killing bugs and bringing them inside, and um…um. He didn’t listen. How mad are you?

Steve presses another note and Eddie’s voice is more frantic and louder: I didn’t lose her! That message made it sound like I lost her. I didn’t! She , uh. She brought something into the house. Not dead! Improvement! But, it. It is a, uh. It’s a pigeon. Inside the house.

Another note, and Eddie’s like: I need you to calm your type-a brain down, okay? I’m handling it. I- why are you running??! This is your friend! You brought him here, Joan! Joan, you’re an apex predator, apex this bi-

Another note, Eddie says: I called Dustin. We’re staying in a hotel tonight. Cleaners will be here in the morning. I HANDLED IT. Please call me when you get this. Love youuuu, don’t be mad.

[flawseer]

#2 - "Teeth"

Smaugust 2024

Qibli gets his mitts on a toothbrush. Atrocities ensue.

This one took me a lot longer than I anticipated. With a one day turnaround per picture I may have to think about scope.

[2sw]

🪥 🪥

[critterbitter]

Can i suggest that litwick keeps trying to get ingo to swear but he doesn’t wanna

You fool, he would do anything for the bit.

As for Litwick Emmet interactions…

W for emmet. Wemmet.

[willowser]

aww aww katsuki coming home to find you and your kiddos in the kitchen, a disarray of gingerbread and icing and candies spread out across the dining room table.

you'd managed to dye your daughters frosting pink, and she's jumping up and down on her tippy-toes when she sees him, grinning so hard the tendons in her neck are straining. she'd wanted to build and decorate her own gingerbread house this year, but so far she's spent the last twenty minutes being very particular about only the first wall.

"daddy!" she leans her head all the way back when he puts his hand on her face, giggling beneath his palm with her little squished nose. "look at mine, look at mine!"

your wobbly son jumps up in his own chair, using the table as leverage to balance himself as he lets out a squeal of gibberish that vaugely sounds like an echo of what his sister is saying. at the excited pitch in his voice, her head whips around, free from katsuki's grip as her brows furrow.

"he's not even decorating anything," she protests—and she's not wrong; whatever your little boy is doing hardly classifies as 'decorating', and is more like 'eating all the frosting he can before getting caught'. there is a mess of sugar dried all around his mouth.

still, your son squeals in his chair, jumping up and down with even more energy when you place a hand on his butt, in case he slips. the promise of you only encourages him, and katsuki reaches across the table to snatch him up when he tries to get his little knee up on the surface.

your daughter's frown grows; sharing attention remains a soft spot for her. instead of saying anything, she only makes an annoyed little sound and presses her cheek into her dad's hip.

"stuff's gonna give you cavities," katsuki murmurs, though he picks up a few red and green candies and shares them with your already sugary boy—who hums happily. "need a toothbrush for christmas."

"no," your daughter pulls back and tugs on his belt loops, sneering up at him playfully when he pinches her nose. "you have cavities!"

katsuki makes a point to bare his teeth at her, and then presses his forehead to his son and does the same until they're both giggling. "ain't me, bighead,"

"you're a bighead!"

"yeah, 'n i am big, so what's your excuse?" a wicked little grin splits his face when she starts swinging on him, and he deposits your son into your lap before scooping her up off her feet, her girlish scream vibrant and happy in the space around you.

katsuki waits until she calms down a bit, holding her to his chest like a baby, before coming around the table to get a good look at her little pink masterpiece. he presses his mouth into her hair, like he does with you, and her little ruby eyes sparkle when he murmurs, "looks good, kid,"—just to her and only to her.

[nanihirunkits]

It must be YoryakWandee. Not WandeeYoryak, right? Why? Why can’t it be that? Come here and brush your teeth. [...] Is that correct? Yes. No, it must be this. Come on, Doc. The first letter of my name comes before yours. That's the Thai alphabetical order.

WANDEE GOODDAY | EP5

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was forced to eat dinner with my toothbrush instead of a spoon.

It still had a faint minty taste to it.

[sacramentohistorymuseum]

November 1st is National Brush Day! This day is observed annually on the day after Halloween to promote oral hygiene and good teeth brushing habits.

For today, Jared letterpress printed a hand carved woodcut, made about 130 years ago, from the Lewis Winter Collection of something that was hard to find in Sacramento in the 1850s. Bathhouses, like the Eureka Baths on Second Street between I and J Streets, in the 1850s changed the bath water after every 10 bathers and had communal toothbrush available for its customers. The text below the print of a toothbrush states, “Brush Your Teeth!” and was typeset in 30 point Caslon font. This was printed with black rubber base ink using our Washington hand press, which was made in 1852.

[zivazivc]

⋆⁺₊❅.･:*:｡𓏲ּ first snow °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

That first year was the hardest for these two, the cold winter months didn't help...

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Leslie's first home (since it's not very clear from the illustration) :

someone hit me over the head with a chair, i can't stop thinking thoughts about these stupid little guys

[spaceistheplaceart]

had more thoughts about genderqueer layton after my last post. thought about how it would be for her/him in the 60s/70s... then this comic spawned

[katnumdrum]

finally got shading to work, yay!

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

does kakashi have a favorite turtle? does he hold them gently in his hands? does he lay in the sun with them? and most importantly, does he hold them so so gently in his hands???? the public needs to know! *tips mic toward you*

i've gotten a few asks about the kakashi turts dynamic, and i can confirm all of the above. he gets along with them well, although they have been banned from his garden at some point

Kks: Pace yourselves. Why don't you hold this and maybe you'll calm down Iruka: Why is.....a turtle in your pocket?? Kks: Why does he keep doing that, gai? [gai laughing] Gai: She's recovering so well!

[vanalex]