#proteses

[dicasdelongevidade]

Tecnologia que transforma Vidas.

Estava assistindo um filme sobre um golfinho (Winter). E com as informações a seguir vamos confirmar que tecnologia é incrível e transforma vidas.

[ave-immaculata]

girls will be off of work sick for the second day in a row and be like am I throwing my life away

[followpp]

[dracarmencalixto]

Próteses dentária

Um Sorriso Completo e Renovado com próteses dentária

As próteses dentárias são dispositivos que substituem um ou mais dentes perdidos, devolvendo a função mastigatória, a fonética e a estética facial.

[carmen-calixto-odonto]

Próteses Dentária

Um Sorriso Completo e Renovado com próteses dentária As próteses dentárias são dispositivos que substituem um ou mais dentes perdidos, devolvendo a função mastigatória, a fonética e a estética facial.

Um Sorriso Completo e Renovado com próteses dentária As próteses dentárias são dispositivos que substituem um ou mais dentes perdidos, devolvendo a função mastigatória, a fonética e a estética facial. A escolha da prótese ideal depende de diversos fatores, como o número de dentes a serem substituídos, a saúde bucal do paciente, o orçamento disponível e suas preferências pessoais. Tipos de…

[diamonddoll]

what is this propaganda on my fyp….my tits will be out at my future catholic wedding thanks!

[sauolasa]

In Israele lo stop alla riforma della giustizia non ferma le protese

A Tel Aviv bloccata un'autostrada, a Gerusalemme in migliaia davanti alla residenza del presidente Isaac Herzog che conduce le trattative

[rebellion-of-the-oppressed]

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Multiple links

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The original ask was delated but this one has useful links.

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eSims

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The original ask was delated but this one has useful links.

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[mncxbe]

Can you write how the hunting dogs would react if jouno is a complete sweetheart to his S/o? If not, That's okay, don't stress yourself ((: <3

Aww this is so sweet I love it. It's a bit sillier than I intended it to be but it kinda matches the group dynamic of the hunting dogs. Hope you enjoy♡

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7:24♡

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ silly♡

𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉ō

let's start off with our sweet boy

I feel like he's quite unfazed by Jouno's saccharine affections; he knows that at heart his colleague is a good person

but he still feels awkward sometimes

he's lowkey happy for the two of you and the fact that Jouno finally has a safe space to express his love

Tetchou likes to observe the sweet, little interactions between you (especially when you think no one's watching) and smiles so gently

if Jouno is especially annoying one day he'll tease him about it; "Jouno how can you be so nice to Y/N but so mean to me?"

It was Monday morning and Jouno was once again smothering you with kisses. He only indulged in these affections when he wasn't at the headquarters.

The three of you were currently on a mission and decided to take a coffee break. You and your boyfriend were on one side of the wooden table and Tecchou on the other; awkwardly tracing the outline of the cup he was holding.

"Darling do you want a sip of my coffee? Or maybe a slice of cake or another kiss?" asked Jouno in a playful voice as he leaned in, placing another peck on your plump lips.

"Sai please stop we're in public" you protesed but the tender tone of your voice hinted the opposite. You were enjoying this display of affection just as much as he did; a rosy colour tinting your cheeks as soon as your partner pulled away from you.

Tetchou couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy around you. He felt like an intruder, interrupting such a private and peaceful moment. Nevertheless he felt a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he watched the two of you.

He was happy that his colleagues found comfort in one another and enjoyed your sweet interactions. A childish smile rose to his lips as you leaned in, kissing Jouno's nose.

𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒐

she always makes snarky comments about the two of you and teases Jouno, saying that he's growing soft and all that

but in fact shs's really supportive of your relationship

the first time she saw him willingly kiss you in front of them after a mission her heart exploded

if you ever go out together she's like mama y papa, mama y papa

You and Teruko were just about to end one of your infamous girls' night out. Spending half of your salary on expensive dinners and elegant dress you were probably never going to wear was something you did at least once a month.

"Shall I call us a cab, Y/N?" asked the woman as you exited the dimly lit restaurant.

"Actually Jouno's going to pick us up. He said he can also drive you home."

Teruko's brows furrowed, a look of obvious concern on her face "How does a blind man even get a driving license? Is that possible?"

"I dunno. Beats me" you chuckle "But it's Jouno after all."

"Fair enough"

Soon enough a car pulled in front of the two of you and your boyfriend stepped out of it. With a wide smile on his face he pulled you in for a hug, twirling you once.

"How's my beautiful girl doing tonight? Did you have fun?" he asked in a tender voice as he placed you back on the ground.

"As per usual we had a great time" you beamed, urging Teruko to get into the backseat.

Jouno quickly opened the passanger door and, with a bow, gestured you to take a seat.

"Wow Jouno I didn't know you were such a gentleman. Looks like Y/N trained you well" teased the rosy haired woman as your boyfriend occupied the driver's seat, turned on the engine and drove off.

In the rear-view mirror she could see her colleague's lips curl into a sly smile at the sound of her words

"I am always well mannered with beautiful ladies, Teruko." he replied in the same tone.

"But you never opened a door for me or- Wait. Are you saying that I'm ugly you idiot" yelled the young woman, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Just wait 'till we're out of the car Jouno I'll beat your ass." pressed Teruko.

"Hey guys, be civil" you added between giggles.

Teruko pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she laid back in her seat. She caught a glimpse of Jouno's smirk in the mirror but didn't dare say another word as not to ruin your wonderful evening.

"You're lucky I like your girlfriend. You'd be dead otherwise."

"Yea, yea kiddo. Don't forget to fasten your belt." mocked the man.

Teruko didn't find this conversation amusing; she hated being given a taste of her own medicine but she couldn't deny how happy she was to hear your laughter. You've been friends ever since you joined the Hunting dogs and she knew that getting together with Jouno was the best thing that happened in your life; probably in his too. So she was willing to let the man's jokes slide.

As the three of you drove home Teruko's gaze remained fixated on your pinky, which was loosely interlocked with your boyfriend's on the shifter; a smile rising to her lips.

𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂

out of all the hunting dogs he's the most confused and shocked

what happened to the cold hearted Jouno? he could be arguing with Tetcho about some trivial matters but the second you step foot in the room he has a wide smile on his face and hugs you???

nevertheless he's happy for the two of you and constantly reminds you of that

he does sometimes tease Jouno about it tho but in a sweet way

Tachihara had his suspicions about Jouno's crush on you but he didn't expect you to start dating so soon. It's been two weeks since he last saw his fellow colleagues and he was shocked to find you and Jouno cuddling on the cushioned couch in the back of the conference room.

"Uh... What's that?" he asked Teruko, barely able to conceal his surpirse as he pointed at the two of you.

"Oh them? They've been at it for a week now. Jouno's all over her all the time really they're quite enamoured."

Before he got the chance to reply, the captain stepped foot in the room and announced the beginning of the meeting.

You and Jouno haistly rose from the sofa and occupied your designated seats opposite to his.

During the meeting he kept stealing quick glances at the two of you: that giddy smile never left Jouno's face for a second.

As soon as Fukuchi dismissed you, you all went to your offices to finish the last reports for the day. Tachihara decided not to let this opportunity go to waste and walked after Jouno.

"Hey man. How're you doing?"

His colleague nodded "Quite well actually. And you?"

Tachihara had never heard Jouno sound so light-hearted in his entire life; a sense of pride and joy washed over him.

"I'm great too actually. It's good to be back. What I wanted to say... Congrats. I'm happy for you and Y/N."

Jouno's face turned a light shade of pink upon hearing his words, his lithe fingers adjusting the collar of his vest.

"Thanks, Hara. I'm happy too."

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊

secretely hoped that the two of you would date from the beginning

he's still surprised by how affectionate Jouno is with you

gives you that half smirk of his (y'all know what I'm talking about) when he sees you holding hands under the table during a meeting or hugging throughout the day

tries to avoid pairing you up on missions cuz there's a big chance y'all get distracted

It was a usual Friday afternoon and Fukuchi had summoned you all in the conference room to hold the weekly debrief meeting.

"So. What's the status of your missions?" he asked in his usual stern voice.

Tachihara was the first to speak. He talked about the Mafia's plans and recent activity but soon started rambling on about what the other mafia members were doing in their free time. Fukuchi didn't interrupt him and actually tried to pay attention to what the redhead was saying but his throughts slowly drifted off to the bottle of sake hidden in his desk.

To take his mind off of the alcohol he scanned the room; his gaze slid idly from Tachihara to Tetchou, who was doing pushups behind his chair then to the opposite side of the table: to you and Jouno.

His lips curled into a smirk when he saw that the white haired man was toying with your fingers in his lap, tracing their outline.

You were doing your best to remain composed as your boyfriend glided his nails along the skin of your forearm. Everyone knew how ticklish you were.

Seeing this innocent display of affection truly pleased the old man, who secretely rooted for you ever since you joined the team. He was however surprised by how doting Jouno was; always by your side, holding your hand, kissing your forehead when he thought no one was watching, allowing you to doze off on his shoulder after a straining mission or buying you cups of coffee from a nearby shop when you needed an energy boost.

Tachihara's voice suddenly snapped him out of his trance.

"Captain, are you still listening?" inquired the redhead.

He quickly striaghtened his back and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yes, please go on."

And so Tachihara went on detailing Port Mafia's plans while he tried his best to ignore the hushed words you shared with Jouno.

[neropece]

“a silent story” photo by Fabrizio Pece (tumblr | 500px | instagram)

Il bosco di betulle, ai piedi della montagna, si ergeva come un santuario silenzioso, un luogo dove il freddo inverno si abbandonava alla grazia candida della neve. Alle dieci di quel mattino, il sole cercava di penetrare tra i rami spogli delle betulle, gettando un bagliore argenteo sui sentieri di neve intonsa. Non c'era un suono tranne il leggero fruscio delle foglie secche cullate dalla brezza.

Guido, un uomo di mezza età con una cicatrice profonda sul viso e gli occhi che portavano il peso di troppi inverni, camminava solitario tra gli alberi. Il suo respiro si trasformava in nuvole vaporose nell'aria gelida. Vestito con un cappotto logoro, con lo sguardo assorto, era un intruso in quel regno di pace e silenzio.

Le betulle si stagliavano come figure spettrali e la loro corteccia bianca risplendeva sotto il tocco del sole invernale. I rami sottili si intrecciavano come dita ossute, protese verso il cielo. La neve, immacolata e incontaminata, scricchiolava sotto i passi di Guido, un suono delicato che sussurrava i segreti di una terra dimenticata.

Nel cuore del bosco si fermò. Poco distante notò uno spazio aperto dove la neve si adagiava come un manto soffice. Si avvicinò e si sedette su un tronco caduto, osservando la vastità del paesaggio innevato. Il silenzio del bosco era sospeso nel tempo, un'armonia serena che avvolgeva ogni pensiero.

Un cervo, timido e maestoso, fece la sua comparsa ai margini del bosco, i suoi occhi si fissarono su Guido. I loro sguardi si incrociarono per un istante, un legame silenzioso tra l'uomo e la creatura selvaggia. Poi il cervo si allontanò, scomparendo tra gli alberi come un fantasma della foresta.

Guido si alzò lentamente, sentendo la solitudine del bosco penetrare nelle pieghe della sua anima. Era come se il silenzio avesse rivelato la fragilità della vita, la bellezza effimera di un momento invernale. Con un'ultima occhiata alle betulle, al loro bianco splendore, si diresse lentamente verso il sentiero di neve, lasciando il bosco alle sue spalle.

[desyblu]

Oltrepasso la soglia dei miei 50anni e vergine di social, scelgo tumblr, in cerca di aforismi; da sempre affascinata dal potere delle parole, alla ricerca dell'orgasmico piacere di una frase giusta detta al momento giusto. Mi tuffo nel gomitolo...mi affaccio alle vostre finestre e trovo vite...trovo persone con cicatrici vistose che si arrossano ancora al sole cocente del tritacarne, chiamato vita, in cui ci muoviamo o con ferite ancora aperte e sanguinanti, esposte alla fame delle prede...trovo cuori lacerati, cervelli in panico, mani protese a cercare altre mani per farsi risollevare...trovo corpi senza forze, che si lasciano schiacciare da un mondo che corre troppo in fretta, senza rispetto per chi non ce la fa, senza attesa x chi resta indietro...trovo anime a brandelli che si sentono sole ma che hanno paura del contatto di altre anime sole...spaventate, uccise, morenti...

Cercavo parole ed ho trovato vite silenziose che parlano più di tutte le parole dell'intero universo...che libro l'umanità....quante pagine siamo in questo mondo...non basta un'enciclopedia per racchiuderci tutti...

Questo è un omaggio a tutti voi...al popolo Tumblr...a voi trovati per caso nel libro della mia vita... Solleviamo i nostri capi e guardiamoci per un attimo negli occhi....attraverso gli occhi si arriva all' anima....magari capita di scoprire nell' altro la nostra stessa sofferenza e in modo ridicolo sentirci un pochino sollevati dal condividere lo stesso tipo di dolore. Usciamo a guardare l'alba tutti insieme...ognuno la vedrà diversa attraverso i propri occhi, xchè ognuno è diverso ed è questa la nostra 'grande bellezza'.

Buona giornata a tutti voi...a tutti noi! ❤️

[00-little-worlds-00]

Angel of Grief or Weeping Angel on a grave stone is said to signify that a person has died in an accident and their guardian angel has failed to save them.

One of the most well known is the Angel of Grief sculpted in 1894 by William Wetmore Story for the grave of his wife Emelyn Story at the Protesant Cemetery in Rome. Its full title bestowed by the creator was The Angel of Grief Weeping Over the Dismantled Alter of Life.

However these two are just my ocs. I just thought the fact above was neat

Character(s): Sirius, Robert

Story: Till Death Do Us Part

[dinonfissatoaffetto]

Ninna nanna per Giovanni.

Pensa agli alberi

quando c’è il vento

alle loro cime giocate

con dolcezza improvvisa

pensa alle foglie

finalmente lavate

della polvere estiva

ai castori

nelle loro tane lontane

sotterrati in vera compagnia

alle carovane dei pionieri

protese alle avventure

pensa alle care voci

della sera

al suo buio stellare

e all’effetto volatile

che fa nella tua mente giovane

nei tuoi pensieri innocenti

nelle tue sane paure

meraviglie incancellabili

mai progredite

e da sempre esistite.

- Salvatore Toma

[theivorlegov1]

Dançando sem protese - Amputee Douglas’ balancing dancing Video

[mweingartnermd]

coffee pause w/@chloehuangs

Após vencer a batalha semanal com sua nêmesis (Mrs. Clark, a faxineira de 63 anos da infectologia), que insistentemente tentava mudar todos os objetos de lugar na sala, Mickey decidiu que precisava e merecia um café. A ida até a ala de cirurgia cardíaca tinha inicialmente o intuito de encontrar Martina, porém, em dez segundos de caminhada a lembrança de que ela já não estava mais por ali lhe tomou e, foi obrigado a procurar e mendigar atenção de sua irmã caçula. Esther havia lhe tratado quase como uma adolescente descolado que não quer ser vista com um velho antiquado, o fazendo entortar os lábios ao ver a silhueta se afastar e então erguer os olhos em atenção a Chloe. — Nunca tenha irmãos mais novos ou eles te amam quando querem algo de você ou ficam sendo assim, independentes. Então lembra quando fomos jantar… — Frase estranha. Que inferno! Meu Deus, Mickey! — Eu adorei passar tempo com… — MICKEY! — Digo, você é uma colega muito agradavel e eu queria saber, se você estiver no seu intervalo, se não queria ir tomar um café porque eu estou inquieto por uma palestra que me comprometi apresentar aos residentes novos. Então você poderia me fazer companhia, de um jeito totalmente… platonico? Podemos revisar o esquema antibiotico do Sr. Rohan da protese valvar infectada.

[intotheclash]

Nati dal mio silenzio, posati santamente, lentamente, i tuoi passi procedono al mio letto di veglia muti e gelidi. Persona pura, ombra divina, come dolci i passi che trattieni. O iddii, quali indovino i doni che mi attendono sopra quei piedi nudi! Se da protese labbra, per' acquietarlo, all'ospite dei miei sogni prepari d'un bacio il nutrimento, non affrettarlo il gesto tenero, dolcezza di essere e non essere: io vissi dell'attesa di te, il mio lento cuore non era che i tuoi passi. Paul Valéry - Passi