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I hope a communist steals all your toothbrushes for the rest of your life.

Me and my liquor store blues 🎶

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Fun Facts in Dental Care: Surprising Insights for a Healthier Smile

Maintaining good dental health is an essential part of overall well-being. While brushing, flossing, and visiting the dentist regularly are well-known practices, there are some lesser-known facts about dental care that can make the topic even more intriguing. In this blog post, we’ll explore fun and surprising facts about dental care that not only enhance your knowledge but can also motivate you…

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5 Fun Ways to Teach Your Kid to Brush Their Teeth

5 Fun Ways To Teach Your Kid To Brush Their Teeth

Teaching your kids to brush their teeth can be a daunting task, but it doesn't have to be! 

At Capture Life Dental Care, we believe that making oral hygiene fun and engaging is key to developing good habits that will last a lifetime. 

In this blog, we'll share our top 5 fun ways to teach your kid to brush their teeth, from silly songs to interactive games.

1. The Brushing Boogie

Who says brushing teeth has to be boring? Create a fun and catchy song to sing while your kid brushes their teeth! You can make up your own lyrics or use a popular tune and adapt it to fit the theme. 

For example: "Brush, brush, brush your teeth, get those cavities to retreat!" Singing and dancing while brushing will make the experience more enjoyable and create a positive association with oral hygiene.

2. The Toothbrush Treasure Hunt

Turn brushing teeth into a treasure hunt! Hide your kid's toothbrush in a different spot each day, and give them clues to find it. 

This game not only makes brushing teeth more exciting but also encourages problem-solving and critical thinking. You can even create a treasure map to lead them to the hidden toothbrush!

3. The Brushing Buddy System

Assign a brushing buddy to your kid, such as a stuffed animal or favorite toy. This buddy will "brush" their teeth alongside your kid, making the experience more enjoyable and interactive. You can even create a backstory for the buddy, such as "Mr. Whiskers loves to brush his teeth to keep them strong and healthy!"

4. The Timer Challenge

Make brushing teeth a challenge! Set a timer for the recommended 2 minutes, and challenge your kid to brush every tooth before the timer goes off. 

You can even offer rewards for completing the challenge, such as stickers or small treats. This game teaches your kid the importance of brushing for the full 2 minutes and makes the experience more engaging.

5. The Storytelling Session

Create a story while your kid brushes their teeth, using their imagination to explore different scenarios. 

For example, "You're a brave knight, and your toothbrush is your trusty sword. You must defeat the evil Plaque Dragon and save the kingdom of Healthy Teeth!" This game encourages creativity and makes the brushing experience more enjoyable.

Conclusion

In conclusion, teaching your kid to brush their teeth doesn't have to be a chore. By incorporating fun and interactive elements, you can make oral hygiene a positive and enjoyable experience. 

At Capture Life Dental Care, we're dedicated to helping your kid develop good oral hygiene habits that will last a lifetime. 

Contact us today to schedule a consultation and learn more about our pediatric dental services!

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[silence-ofthe-llamas]

More TexAid Mecha AU-AU stuff!

No warnings for once - Vortex doesn't get to mangle anyone. Poor boy...

Also the Combaticon playlist is here; https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3pyBRAuoKYDEpAFaTm9j5j?si=bf63cc6e018d4ab9 It's very nostalgic to me so it was fun to make!

He got what he wanted. He thought. That’s what he was telling himself, at least – he got Vortex to stop fucking killing people.

The pilots uniform sat awkwardly on him. He didn’t have the muscle the other pilots did, the bulk to their frame that made it sit handsomely on them. He’d always been described as a twig of a boy growing up, and he didn’t fill out much as he grew into his skeleton. Stood in front of the mirror, he missed his medics uniform. It really didn’t suit him.

The back of his head hurt. The surgery had been quick – he had a suspicion Pharma didn’t use as much anaesthetic as he should have, he felt every movement of the scalpel, every connection of the nerves. He tried hard to ignore it and not inspect the swollen, angry flesh with his bare hands.

Spiteful bastard. He hadn’t spoken to him since he’d thrust his transfer documentation into his hands. His lips had been pressed tightly together, locking in the words he was desperate to say. First Aid thought it might have had something to do with the fact that Fortress Maximus was right behind him.

The other pilots treated him like a pariah. First Aid supposed that he was – the mech he piloted was reported to be haunted. The aftermath was graphic. He had been tasked with cleaning it, and now he was the next sacrificial lamb. There was no point in breaking bread with him – he’d be a dead man soon enough. Every time he stepped out whole was pure luck – he didn’t have the training, there was no skill involved. It was only a matter of time until the hourglass ran out and he’d be scrubbed from the cracks with a toothbrush like everyone else was.

Lunch was a lonely affair. Dinner was even lonelier. He ate breakfast in his room on his own – a benefit of being a pilot was having your own room, but he wished more than anything that he had a roommate. Someone who would be forced to talk to him, to take the edge off the loneliness.

The only social interaction he had was Vortex, and even that was limited. Nobody liked for anyone to get too close to him unnecessarily, First Aid included – but for fucks sake it was his mech, who were they to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to go near it?

The exception to the apathy was Perceptor. Every time he saw him, the man was studying him from afar like he were an animal at a safari. The confrontation would come soon enough – he had been the only one to notice that he was there that day he’d stolen the uniform. He must have known what he’d done, put the pieces together with ease. It wasn’t hard – he’d caught the medic red handed in the pilots quarters, and then not long after he’d mysteriously been in possession of a pilots suit and had been dragged by the cuff out of Vortex upon return to the Shatterdome. Honestly, it was childs play.

Dinner that evening played out as usual. First Aid sat down as far away as he could from everyone else, and not long after the other occupants of the table started to leave like he was diseased. He poked at his dinner – apparently, pilots received meals that were far more varied and clearly had a bigger budget than the ones served in the medics quarters did, but still pretty dire and bland – and wondered what he’d read that evening. His legs still hurt from training, and as his implants were still healing he wasn’t allowed to get back into his mech yet, so he’d had to ignore the sirens – his name was still popping up on the board of pilots being summoned, and he could see an aura of rage simmering around Vortex every time. He’d made a point to look apologetic at the cameras and vaguely gesture to the back of his head – connecting now would fry him to the point where they’d never connect again. There wouldn’t be enough time in the drop for him to show him everything he wanted to – Vortex would run out of fuel and he’d die of dehydration before they got to the point of being satisfied. He would have to be patient.

A tray clattered down opposite him. First Aid flinched, and looked up in surprise.

Perceptor.

He subtly glanced around them – nobody was paying them any attention. They were in their own bubble of privacy in the crowd, their words obscured by passing conversations.

“Felix Anwyl, correct?”

“Uhm. Yes? Can I help you? Do you require medical assistance?” He grimaced as his training kicked in – the wrong training. He wasn’t allowed to be a medic any more. Pharma had been extremely clear about that.

“I didn’t think you functioned as a medic.” Perceptor sat down opposite him, neatly folding his hands down on top of the table.

“Force of habit.”

“I see.” His eyes were intense, and First Aid felt like a mouse under the gaze of a hawk. Suddenly, he realised why he was the only ultra-long distance pilot.

“I was a big fan of you as a kid. Collected all the trading cards and stuff.”

Perceptor ignored him. “I was curious about what kind of person you were. Sneaking into the pilots quarters, stealing a suit just to get into a mech. At first I thought you were just some gullible young fool who fancied themselves a hero, that you’d bought into the idea of piloting being some glamorous lifestyle, but that’s not quite it, is it?”

“He was killing them.” First Aid quietly replied. He wanted to look away from the eyes that were looking straight through him, but he couldn’t. “He’d made it clear what he wanted, but nobody would listen – I couldn’t stand any more people dying. Just because they’re cadets, doesn’t make it okay to sacrifice them like that.”

“He?”

“Vortex.”

“You’re talking as if it’s actually alive.”

“Haven’t you heard the rumours?” First Aid quirked a brow. “That he’s haunted?”

“Ghosts don’t exist.”

“You’re not very fun.” First Aid poked at his mashed potato. “Fine. Call it the Tamagotchi effect then, or anthropomorphism. I’m not a trained pilot, it’s different for me.”

“Your colleagues aren’t either, but none of them refer to Vortex as a ‘he’.”

“They’re terrified of… them.”

“And you’re not?”

He was, but not for the same reasons. “Not really.” It was like asking him if he was afraid of his reflection.

Perceptor hummed. He turned to his own dinner – he neatly chopped up his sausage with the blunt knives they’d been provided with and chewed carefully. First Aid felt himself fall into a sense of security, thinking it was over, and took a spoonful of his mashed potato.

“How did you learn to pilot, then?” He suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

“You said you’re not a trained pilot, and I know just by looking that you’re telling the truth. You’re a medic. Your clothes still smell of disinfectant and bleach. But the way your mech moves… That’s a fully trained veteran.”

“The AI kind of just… handles it all.” First Aid hoped his expression wasn’t too awful, he felt his face twitching. “I guess with how many pilots he’s had, he’s had plenty of time to memorise it all.”

“I suppose so.”

Perceptor didn’t ask about it again. He pulled out a paper to read, and First Aid had made the mistake of asking him a question about it in attempt to be polite. Thirty minutes later and he was still talking – the words had stopped making sense twenty-five ago.

One lunch time, he’d had enough of the solitary lifestyle he was being forced to lead and the lack of things to do with his hands since Pharma still hadn’t let him back into the medical bay and the brass had caught him running a clinic from his quarters. He grabbed his portion – it looked like it was some kind of soup today – the accompanying bread roll and fruit pot, filled his flask with coffee and marched down the catwalk, sitting himself directly in front of Vortex before popping the lid off and inspecting what the canteen had served that day. It was bright red. Obnoxiously so. He paused and checked the label again.

Yup. That sure was food, alright. Beetroot, beef, pork, assorted vegetables. The good stuff.

… He didn’t know beetroot could get that red.

Vortex’s cockpit popped open with a hiss. First Aid secured the lid back on and hopped on inside.

[WHAT DID YOU GET TODAY?] He asked. For a man without a mouth, he was always curious about what was for lunch.

“I have no idea what it is, but it is bright red.” First Aid replied, sitting down in the pilots seat and popping the lid back off again. He felt Vortex tremble as the cameras zoomed in on it.

[YOU’RE FLIRTING WITH ME NOW <3]

“You know what this is?” First Aid offered it to the camera. “It’s warm.”

[BORSCHT. YOU DON’T KNOW IT? PILOTS GET IT ALL THE TIME.]

“Medics don’t get fed so well.” First Aid made himself comfortable and took a curious sip. “Oh. That’s something.” He pulled a face.

[NOT TO YOUR TASTES?]

“I hate beetroot.” First Aid stuck his tongue out. He poked a lone piece of pork with his spoon. “It infects everything it touches with mud.”

[CHILD.]

“I would say you eat it then, but…”

The helmet loudly dropped, smacking him in the head. First Aid yelped, narrowing his eyes at the camera pointed at him. “Pot calling the kettle black much?”

[I CAN TASTE THROUGH YOU, YOU KNOW. PUT IT ON.]

The connection at the back of his head was mostly healed. It was safe, they could connect without any issues as of his check-up that morning - but he still hesitated. The marks on his arms felt hot.

[WHY THE HESITATION?]

[DON’T YOU WANT ME?]

“I don’t want to get into trouble again. Pilots aren’t meant to connect outside of combat.”

They’d been very clear to him on that. He’d been labelled a risk, a liability - he was abnormally attached to his mech. Swindle was starting to look at him funny - and if Swindle was noticing…

[PUSSY. I JUST WANT YOUR TONGUE. FINE, HOW ABOUT THIS.] The helmet disappeared up and another panel popped open. The service connection - engineers could connect using similar technology on tablets to diagnose issues with the mech faster. This was much more acceptable. [YOU WERE BITCHING ABOUT THAT PANEL IN MY FOOT. WANNA CHECK THEY DID THEIR JOB?]

“You’re so clever.” First Aid praised him. He hopped over with his soup, sitting against the wall as he let Vortex plug himself in. He had braced himself for pain and a jolt, the cleaving of his awareness in two, but it felt smooth as butter. A brush of fingers along the nape of his neck, the pressure of someone leaning on his shoulders and resting their chin on his head.

Vortex.

… That damn panel still wasn’t right.

“Borscht?” Vortex reminded him. He sounded more like a man than a machine now.

Obediently, he took another sip. He felt Vortex tremble as a memory pushed against his awareness, just out of reach - a vague sense of it ran through his fingers. A wooden table, dried sunflowers in a repurposed jug decorated in bright designs, hands that were clean and unmarked by years of self-inflicted hardship.

“Damn, that’s the good shit.”

First Aid had finished the whole bowl before he realised it, riding the wave of Vortex’s reaction. He hiccuped, firmly putting the lid back over the bowl.

“I still don’t get how you like that.”

“More for me. I suppose I have a more refined palette.”

“Didn’t you smoke? You probably couldn’t taste anything.”

“Heh. Excuses excuses~ You sound jealous.”

First Aid pouted. “Do not.”

“Do too. Come on, don’t be shy, I like it when you get a jealous streak.”

“When have I ever been jealous over you!” First Aid squeaked in embarrassment. Vortex rumbled, memories pushed against him - his face twisted in a shape he didn’t recognise when other people were cleaning him, other people were inside and scrubbing. He felt his cheeks warm.

“I was only jealous that they got to go near you.” He couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t look at the cameras that were all trained on him. “That was when I wasn’t allowed - remember? Because you kidnapped me.”

“Kidnap is a strong word. I prefer borrowed for a moment.”

“Thank you for not killing me that day.”

“You’re welcome? I guess?”

“Forgive me - you’re dubbed the blender for a reason.” He popped the lid of his coffee and took a big gulp – it had already started to go cold. It was vaguely lukewarm in a way that made him feel queasy, but he needed the caffeine.

“Black?”

“Americano, yeah.”

“I thought you’d have the sugary shit.”

“I saw what some of the other pilots were putting into their coffee and it scared me off of it, honestly.” He shuddered. “Did you know you can fit thirty three creamer pots into a pilots standard issue water bottle? I didn’t until I saw someone do it.”

“… That’s disgusting. Coffee flavoured cream at that point – just drink it from the carton. Doesn’t the shop here sell flavoured milk?”

“They had flavour syrup in there too.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”

“Fucking hell.”

Swindle had this godawful idea of pilot interviews. The media were interested, and once the investors had caught wind of that their ears had perked up. Swindle saw coins falling from the sky, and had promptly agreed and cleared his diary. Making them seem more human brought in much more attention, and with attention came money and government contracts and more boots on the ground. It also brought in his favourite thing in the world; unpaid interns. The prestige would be enough of an incentive.

And so First Aid found himself with a docket shoved into his grease-stained hands as he worked on clearing out random debris from Vortex’s right knee – the mechanics were still afraid of him, and First Aid had an idea of what it was supposed to look like in there from when he’d been tasked with extracting a pilots thoracic vertebrae (T4 through to T6 only – he wasn’t sure how they’d even gotten there and he had never asked. The rest of her spine had gone missing), he was doing their job for them. Vortex was doing a stellar job of subtly shifting his plating out of the way to give First Aid better access – it was enough debris that it was pissing him off too.

“What’s this?” First Aid asked, putting it down on the table next to him before reaching back into the joint. He could see something in there, hard and transparent and vaguely blue. It was quintesson hard tissue – he’d have to call the hazard team in. What a pain. He gestured for his visitor to take a step back before reaching in and trying to get a good grip on it so he could tug it free.

No dice. He sighed, knowing he’d need to give Vortex some clear instructions on what he needed but not able to do it with an audience - he had left a walkie talkie up in the cockpit for him, but he knew damn well that it would cause a scene if he started nattering away into it.

So they got his attention instead. They were waiting with impatience thinly veiled with a smile and too-wide eyes. Someone from human resources, maybe? Media? Public relations? He didn’t know. They wouldn’t be hanging around long enough for it to really matter.

“It’s some papers for you to sign. For the interviews. So, you’re not on the interview list, but we did want to get some footage of you with your mech. Is that alright?”

First Aid looked up at Vortex as if expecting him to say something. He blinked at him before he realised he wouldn’t be saying a single whisper, and quickly looked back at them.

“I’m not getting interviewed?”

“Instructions from the big brass!”

“Right.” He wiped his hands down on a dirty rag and shoved it into his belt. “Sure. Fine, I guess. I’m just going to be digging around in his joints – he’s got some quintesson guts in there, so I’ll need hazard around. Is this going on TV? It will give a good show at least, right?”

Their eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s perfect.”

The cameras were obnoxious. The people behind them were worse.

Could you do that again? Can we get this person to do it? Turn your face this way, have your hair like that, take your jacket off, can you try it with your jacket on again but your feet like this?

Real fucking irritating. First Aid wanted them to just get lost. The hard tissue was still in there. Vortex was starting to get annoyed, and nobody wanted to find out how far he was willing to go for some peace and quiet. He’d called the hazard team well before the camera crew had arrived – and they still weren’t there. He could hear the creak in Vortex’s joints, the faint rumbling and vibrations of his systems gearing up, the tremors of plating desperate to move.

Solace came with Swindle, the cavalry marching in behind him. The hazard team. Finally. First Aid quickly scuttled up into the cockpit with a walkie-talkie in hand to play pretend at moving the mech so they could extract the hazardous tissue, covering his eyes to block out the obnoxiously bright flash of their cameras, and wondered if they’d keep his footage in. His parents would worry.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had a twink writhing.

If he still had a body, he’d be doing awful things to that man. His screams would be perfect, so loud and like music to his ears. And he knew that First Aid would have been thanking him, begging him for more through his tears the whole time. It was such a shame that the human body was so fragile. All he wanted was to be able to take him apart and put him back together after he was done so he could do it again. Over and over, until he was nothing more than a husk of a man.

And he would still be thanking him.

If god were real, he must have been smiling down at him for such a gift. If he were capable of love, he thinks that what it might be.

The tragedy was that he was being punished by finding First Aid too late. They should have been two ships passing at sea - Vortex knew that if anyone gained a single inkling of what First Aid was into when they should have, they’d have thrust him into the system to get lost and fade away into obscurity. A footnote on the family tree. That uncle that vanished as a child. Or maybe they’d pretend that he’d never have existed at all. But no, Felix had glided by unassumingly, his good nature and kind face a front, a shield against what was straining against the surface, shining through the cracks and splitting his skin.

Oh, what a joy it was to have him there with him. What fun it had been to watch him, to study him. The moment he’d seen First Aid chew his bottom lip, core temperature rising as he stared at the disembowelled remains of the first pilot he’d been tasked to excavate from him, he knew he had to have him.

He also knew this should have been working him up. He should have been whipped into a frenzy, unable to contain himself - but lacking any appropriate organ to produce any of the hormonal response that pushed him over the edge, Vortex was left feeling vaguely hollow and empty.

It really, really pissed him off.

Why had they kept him alive if they were just going to waste him like this? It was torture. It was the worst thing he could ever think of.

And it was, annoyingly, the perfect punishment. He’d begrudgingly give those researchers that – they’d achieved their goals on that front. Creative ways to stretch out death row, Vortex had called it at the time. If you asked him now, he’d say that they just gave him a bigger body to create a wonderful slaughter with, but the anger at the situation would be simmering beneath the surface. It was fun popping someone like a grape, but he couldn’t hear their breath whistling out from what remained of their thorax any more.

All he could do all day in between waiting for fights and splitting alien life forms in half with his bare hands was nose around at the cameras and browse the internet.

For such a high security base, their internet security was pathetic. A couple days of poking around at it and he’d been in, briefly toying with the idea of taking down the base and watching them scramble around like the ants they were, before instead heading over to YouTube and seeing if there was anything worth catching up on.

The news announcements about him and his teams deaths had been amusing. Very, very amusing.

But today, he settled on the cameras. He had fun games he’d made to entertain himself with, creating false stories and dramas – he’d spent a lot of time whilst he was still alive figuring out peoples brains, what made them tick, how to get them to tell you exactly what you wanted without them noticing they were even doing it, so he considered his fantasies to be gospel – and looking for people.

He’d always hunted down First Aid. The man had just the cutest face, and he wanted to see how many different expressions he could make. The bad ones, the good ones, the really good ones – god above, especially the really good ones – everything. It was a fun game to catalogue them all, to guess what had been said or done to him to make him look like that. Thinking of ways to replicate it. He wanted him to look at him like that. He wanted him to just look at him.

It had only been a few weeks and already First Aid was as obsessed with him as he was. Mutual obsession was always the best. Matching the energy was so much more fun than watching them tremble and cry knowing they’d just make the bad kind of fucking mess.

The man was excitedly asking Vortex if he’d seen that, preening at something he’d done on the field, eyes sparkling and wide. Looking at him, you’d have been forgiven for thinking he was talking about seeing something as marvellous as a pod of whales arching out of the water instead of the pristine harvest of an alien organ that he was actually talking about. If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging hard enough to sprain.

God, he wanted to make him his.

He wouldn’t share. He couldn’t. He’d never been any good at it.

First Aid even came to eat lunch with him. Vortex had called him ‘some kind of loser’ the third time he’d done it, and First Aid had looked like such a kicked puppy he’d never done it again.

He’d thought about it, but he wouldn’t. He’d promised, and his little man had made it clear how highly he valued promises. It wouldn’t do to upset him, he’d grown rather attached.

And having something to do that involved someone else for once wasn’t actually half bad.

Being interred into a mech was a strangely lonely existence. His snippets of social interaction had come in the form of the human sacrifices they’d offered up to him, cocky and overzealous and never recognising that they were sat in his jaws and ready to be consumed. He would never ever admit it, but having First Aid there to actually speak to was… nice. It was a break from the monotony of pushing IT’s buttons and seeing how ruffled he could get the brass to be in just a single sentence.

He hated being forced to stay still. He’d had practice at it, sure - their line of work didn’t come without its fair share of hazards and they were no strangers to bed rest. Fuck, the longest he’d had to entertain himself was when he’d been on the bad end of a grenade - Brawl had tugged him out of the wreckage missing a healthy chunk of his face, blood pulsing down in a fiery heat he didn’t soon forget. His poor handsome looks had been destroyed in an instant - at least the nurses had been nice to him. If it was because they were scared of him or if it was because Swindle was paying them handsomely he didn’t know and he didn’t particularly care - it had the same result. Endless telenovelas in a language he didn’t understand, with a TV he wasn’t able to adjust. He woke up to the opening jingles, and he fell asleep to the ending songs.

He took having to find his own entertainment over that. At least he could set the language.

And today’s entertainment: watching Swindle.

It was weird watching him from cameras. Usually it was the other way around - Swindle would work his way up into their security rooms and then watch the rest of them from the cameras, guiding them around and warning them of any danger. Instead, he was a silent witness, watching his every move. He was on his phone, nattering away into it as he walked with his coffee. A fun game Vortex liked to play was voicing over him - the cameras didn’t come with any audio, so he was left to fill the blanks.

He paused when he saw his mouth clearly form the word ‘Felix’.

Huh. What did Swindle have to say about him? Good things, Vortex hoped. They were more alike than Swindle ever liked to admit - surely he had to see the beauty in First Aid too. But actually - he hoped he didn’t. First Aid was his. He found him, he had done all the hard work. Felix wasn’t someone he was going to share. He’d do what it took to keep him forever.

[giggly-toybox]

Franky tickle headcanons

hello everyone! this is a request from the lovely @aceofspades-doodles, whos ask was unfortunately eaten by tumblr so I’m so sorry that this is so late 😭 I hope you like them and I hope you feel better soon! I’m so happy to be your friend <3

I honestly see him as just a ler

it’s not like he’s not ticklish anywhere, it’s just that he’s so big he’s…hard to catch off guard

and he’s a cyborg so most of him is metal

the only people I see being able to get away with is is Robin and Luffy due to their devil fruits

I say his most ticklish spot is his neck or his chin/jawline

his laugh is pretty deep, but it’s also light too if that makes sense?

a VERY goofy ler, he’s one of those who enjoys verbally teasing you

“What’s so funny huh. Why are you laughing so much?”

Being what he is, he has a lot of different tools at his fingertips

usually he’ll just use his fingers, but sometimes he’ll implant feathers or electric toothbrushes in his hands

He does care a lot about his friends, so if you ask him to stop he will

He doesn’t want to push you too far

he also won’t judge you if he finds out you actually like it

he thinks it’s suuuuper!

[felinefaytale2]

Last week Mom had a very low heart rate while having physical therapy. This led to a lovely 5 star priced hospital stay. This vacation extravaganza came with an excursion to the surgical wing where she received a lovely MICRA pacemaker. I assume it's lovely, you can't really see it. They really should offer you the opportunity to get a tattoo of the item implanted so you can show it off. I'll mention it to patient services when they ask us to fill out the resort survey.

Just like any other luxury resort stay, you get an assortment of parting gifts - toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, lovely colorful non-skid socks (bright yellow!) And this last week had a special souvinier offering. - Covid!

Champaign wishes and caviar dreams!

[dentaldentistnook]

Everything You Need to Know About Dental Implants: The Best Solution for Missing Teeth

Losing a tooth can affect your confidence, oral health, and even your ability to eat properly. Fortunately, dental implants offer a reliable and long-lasting solution to replace missing teeth and restore your smile. In this blog, we’ll explore what dental implants are, the benefits, the procedure, and how to care for them.

What Are Dental Implants?

Dental implants are titanium posts surgically placed into the jawbone to act as artificial tooth roots. Once the implant integrates with the bone (a process called osseointegration), a crown, bridge, or denture is attached to restore function and appearance.

Benefits of Dental Implants

Natural Look and Feel: Implants look and function like real teeth.

Durability: With proper care, implants can last a lifetime.

Bone Preservation: Implants stimulate the jawbone, preventing bone loss.

Improved Oral Health: Unlike bridges, implants don’t require altering neighboring teeth.

Enhanced Confidence: Smile, speak, and eat without worry.

Who Is a Candidate for Dental Implants?

Most healthy adults who have sufficient jawbone density and good oral hygiene are suitable candidates. Your dentist will evaluate your medical history and perform scans to ensure implants are right for you.

The Dental Implant Procedure

Consultation: Assessment and treatment planning.

Implant Placement: Surgical insertion of the titanium post.

Healing Period: 3-6 months for osseointegration.

Abutment Placement: Connector piece attached to the implant.

Crown Attachment: Custom-made crown fixed onto the abutment.

Caring for Your Dental Implants

Brush twice daily with a soft-bristle toothbrush.

Floss regularly to remove plaque between teeth.

Avoid hard or sticky foods that can damage implants.

Visit your dentist for regular check-ups and cleanings.

Cost of Dental Implants

While dental implants may have a higher upfront cost compared to dentures or bridges, their durability and benefits make them a worthwhile investment in your oral health and quality of life.

[elioratechnosblog]

Dental Care Products at Kidloo: Dentist-Approved Brushes & Paste

Discover the best dental care for kids at Kidloo! Explore a range of gentle brushes and pastes designed just for children. Shop now for healthy smiles!

[inyri]

hey, about your kiddo with the cavities. Genuinely that can happen for any number of reasons, don't feel bad. You can do various preventive things for it but there cash be anything from their individual mouth chemistry to genetics going on. You're an awesome parent just for bringing them in on time! you'd be shocked how many people don't even do that. source: family in dental.

Thank you (and @jadesabre301 and everyone else who indulged my mom guilt pity party) for the kind words :)

My background’s also in medicine, of course, so rationally I know Q probably just inherited her dad’s teeth/saliva chemistry/bad dental luck. I had a lot of orthodontia but no cavities until I suddenly needed a root canal in my late 30s- and even that wasn’t from a cavity, apparently- but my poor husband’s got a mouth full of dental implants after a lifetime of bad teeth.

I do watch her more closely now with brushing, but it’ll be what it is- thankfully I think the experience was Not Fun enough that she understands better WHY we fuss at her so much about toothbrushing now…

[juanabaloo]

So without getting into what a garbage bag of a human Elon Musk is, and also how he isn't smart, doesn't have an engineering degree, isn't an inventor, etc etc...

i see the headline that his neuralink brain chip has been implanted into the first human brain. (NPR) (Al Jazeera)

OK and without getting into the dodgy ethics of this even apart from all the dead monkeys, like a LOT of dead monkeys... (like holy shit it's at least 12 monkeys and over 1,500 animals including sheep, pigs, and monkeys) (like OMG HOLY SHIT they don't even keep precise records on the numbers of animals tested and killed?? this is monstrously immoral) (source)

left unchecked i worry this is going to end like Dollhouse. (a 15 year old TV series you should watch, which doesn't have any monkeys) and why is Musk doing all this? that answer is in The Fall of the House of Usher (a recent streaming series you should watch, although there are definitely monkeys in it).

(semi related on the recommendation of my dentist i bought an electric toothbrush. damn thing wants to be bluetooth paired to its app. an app!! it's a fucking toothbrush it doesn't need to be connected to jack shit.)

anyways, everything Musk touches goes to shit (or goes up in flames) so even if there was some timeline where this is a good use of technology and it helps people - he's going to run the company poorly and it will hurt people. just like it's already hurt a ton of animals. where is the independent verification of their claims that the human is "recovering well?" where is the oversight? JFC

[volpestarks]

V Sato

> Born in Osaka, Japan.

> Raised in NUSA

> Can probably silently hack and kill you with a sonic toothbrush but can’t shoot a gun straight if his life depended on it

> Not a self taught netrunner at all, Actually had a full on education as a programmer after being selected for the Programme by Corp. he’s exceptionally skilled at what he does but secretly always just wanted to design/ engineer motorcycles

> Had a garage with a grand total of 19 motorcycles from all periods known to Man before this was taken away from him along with everything else

> uncle (his only remaining family alive) pushed V to take up traditional martial arts when he was a kid and lived in Osaka

>This resulted in exceptional hand-to-hand combat at present day V but absolutely atrocious gun skill

> A cat person

> Absolutely a Cat Person.

> Pancakes are his favorite food, but he would absolutely never admit to this. Pretends to eat healthy.

> Thinks he knows who his parents were but is in reality a test tube experiment commissioned by one multimillionaire Arasaka corporate

> Cyberpunk’s OWN “MIRANDA LAWSON” 🌚🤔 , if you will

> had an implant of memories that never truly belonged to him

> there’s an entire Backstory pre-CP2077 events that involves him uncovering the truth and learning to come to terms with it

> yes he found out who his “Father” /donor/ original human whose DNA he possesses / is essentially a clone of was

> take two guesses how that turned out

[optimal-living-lab]

Dental Care: How to Keep Your Teeth and Gums Healthy

Dental care is the practice of maintaining good oral hygiene and preventing dental problems such as tooth decay, gum disease, and bad breath. Dental care is important for your overall health, as poor oral health can affect your nutrition, self-esteem, and risk of infection. Here are some tips on how to take care of your teeth and gums:

Brush your teeth twice a day with fluoride toothpaste. Fluoride helps strengthen the enamel of your teeth and protects them from acid erosion and cavities. Use a soft-bristled toothbrush and gently brush all surfaces of your teeth, including the chewing, inner, and outer sides. Don’t forget to brush your tongue, as it can harbor bacteria that cause bad breath. Replace your toothbrush every three to four months or when the bristles are frayed.

Floss once a day. Flossing removes plaque and food particles that are stuck between your teeth and under your gum line, where your toothbrush can’t reach. Flossing also helps prevent gum disease and tooth decay by stimulating the gums and reducing inflammation. Use about 18 inches of floss and wrap it around your middle fingers. Gently slide the floss between your teeth and curve it around each tooth. Move the floss up and down, scraping the sides of each tooth. Use a clean section of floss for each tooth.

See a dentist regularly. A dentist can check your teeth and gums for signs of disease, cavities, or other problems. A dentist can also perform professional cleaning, which removes tartar (hardened plaque) that can’t be removed by brushing or flossing. A dentist can also provide treatments such as fillings, crowns, bridges, implants, or dentures to restore damaged or missing teeth. You should see a dentist at least once a year, even if you have no natural teeth or have dentures.

Do not smoke. Smoking can stain your teeth, damage your gums, and increase your risk of oral cancer. Smoking also reduces the blood flow to your gums, which can impair their ability to heal and fight infection. Smoking can also affect the success of dental implants and other restorative procedures. If you smoke, quit as soon as possible. There are many resources available to help you quit smoking, such as nicotine patches, gum, lozenges, or counseling.

Consider a mouthwash. Mouthwash can help rinse away food particles, bacteria, and acid from your mouth. It can also freshen your breath and provide extra fluoride protection for your teeth. However, mouthwash is not a substitute for brushing or flossing, as it can’t remove plaque or tartar from your teeth. You should use mouthwash after brushing or flossing, not before or instead of them. Choose a mouthwash that has the American Dental Association (ADA) seal of acceptance, which means it has been tested for safety and effectiveness.

Limit sugary foods and starches. Sugar and starches can feed the bacteria in your mouth, which produce acid that erodes your tooth enamel and causes cavities. Sugar and starches can also stick to your teeth and form plaque, which hardens into tartar if not removed by brushing or flossing. Limit your intake of sugary foods and drinks such as candy, cookies, cakes, soda, juice, or sports drinks. Instead, choose healthy snacks such as fruits, vegetables, cheese, nuts, or yogurt.

Drink water instead of sugary drinks. Water is the best drink for your oral health, as it helps wash away food particles, bacteria, and acid from your mouth. It also helps keep your mouth moist and prevent dry mouth, which can increase your risk of tooth decay and gum disease. Water also contains fluoride in most areas, which helps strengthen your teeth and prevent cavities. Drink water throughout the day, especially after meals or snacks.

Practice good habits for healthy teeth and gums. Besides following the tips above, you should also avoid habits that can harm your oral health such as biting your nails, chewing ice or pencils, grinding your teeth, or using your teeth as tools to open bottles or packages. These habits can chip or crack your teeth or damage your enamel. You should also wear a mouthguard when playing sports or doing activities that could injure your mouth. If you have any problems with your teeth or gums such as pain, sensitivity, bleeding, swelling, or infection, see a dentist as soon as possible.

By following these tips, you can keep your teeth and gums healthy and enjoy a beautiful smile for life.

[civicplazadentalcares]

Are Regular Dental Check-Ups Still Necessary? A Dentist in Chester Hill Explains Why They Matter

Many people only think about going to the dentist when they have a toothache or notice visible damage. But skipping routine check-ups is one of the biggest mistakes you can make for your oral health—and even your overall wellbeing. At Civic Plaza Dental Care, our team has seen time and again how proactive care makes all the difference between a healthy smile and complex, costly dental problems. If you’ve been wondering whether regular appointments are worth it, here’s why a Dentist in Chester Hill strongly believes they absolutely are.

Early Detection Means Simpler Solutions

One of the most important benefits of seeing your Dentist in Chester Hill regularly is early detection. Many dental issues—such as decay, gum disease, or even oral cancer—develop silently. By the time you feel pain, the problem is often much more advanced and requires extensive treatment.

During your check-up at Civic Plaza Dental Care, your dentist carefully examines your teeth, gums, and soft tissues, looking for early warning signs that you may not notice at home. Small cavities can be repaired with a simple filling, and early-stage gum disease can be reversed with thorough cleaning. But left untreated, those same problems can escalate into root canals, tooth loss, or serious infections that threaten your overall health.

Professional Cleaning You Can’t Achieve at Home

Even if you brush twice a day and floss faithfully, plaque and tartar will still build up over time in hard-to-reach areas. Professional cleaning by your Dentist in Chester Hill goes far beyond what you can do with your toothbrush.

At Civic Plaza Dental Care, our hygienists use specialised tools to remove tartar, polish your enamel, and clean below the gumline to prevent periodontal disease. This deep cleaning not only keeps your smile bright but also reduces inflammation, bad breath, and the risk of systemic health issues linked to chronic gum infections, such as heart disease and diabetes.

Protecting Your Whole-Body Health

Increasing research shows that oral health and overall health are strongly connected. Infections in your gums and teeth don’t just stay in your mouth—they can contribute to inflammation throughout your body.

Your Dentist in Chester Hill doesn’t just check for cavities; they also assess your oral tissues for lesions, swelling, or abnormalities that could indicate serious conditions like oral cancer. At Civic Plaza Dental Care, we perform routine oral cancer screenings during check-ups because early detection can dramatically improve outcomes.

In addition, maintaining healthy gums reduces the bacterial load in your body, lowering the burden on your immune system and reducing the likelihood of complications if you have chronic health conditions.

Saving Money in the Long Run

Many people avoid dental visits to save money, but the reality is that regular check-ups cost far less than emergency treatment. Preventive care allows your Dentist in Chester Hill to spot issues when they are easiest to fix.

For example, a cavity detected early can often be filled affordably in a single visit. But if you wait until you have a toothache, you may need a crown, a root canal, or even an extraction. Investing in routine care means fewer surprises and smaller bills over time.

A Personalised Approach to Your Smile

At Civic Plaza Dental Care, we understand that every patient’s needs are unique. Your check-up isn’t just a generic appointment—it’s an opportunity to discuss your concerns, ask questions about your dental habits, and receive customised advice.

Whether you’re worried about tooth sensitivity, want to explore whitening options, or need guidance about dental implants or orthodontics, your Dentist in Chester Hill can provide tailored recommendations. This collaborative approach empowers you to make informed choices about your care and maintain a smile you feel proud of.

Take Control of Your Oral Health

If it has been longer than six months since your last visit, there’s no better time to schedule an appointment. Regular dental check-ups remain the cornerstone of a healthy mouth, early intervention, and overall wellness.

At Civic Plaza Dental Care, our experienced team is committed to delivering compassionate, thorough, and modern dentistry for every patient. We believe prevention is always better than cure, and we’re here to help you keep your teeth strong and your gums healthy for life.

Don’t wait for pain to remind you that your dental health matters. Contact your trusted Dentist in Chester Hill today and take the first step toward protecting your smile and your wellbeing—one check-up at a time.