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cynamed · 1 year
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alleopo · 1 year
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ritukumari7533 · 1 year
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hmd-healthcare · 2 years
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When looking for high-quality surgical blades and Scalpel  in different shapes and sizes, check out the range offered by HMD. The manufacturer also offers single-use disposable scalpels with handles.
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amiharana · 1 year
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what do you guys think revali and link's love languages are?
for revali, it's absolutely words of affirmation but i'd also like to propose quality time as his "secret" love language. nobody wouldn't expect this stuck up birdie to be a sucker for doing things like flying together or napping in a hammock together, but once you think about it more, it makes more sense. and revali's arrogance and irritation are significantly quelled after getting back from a training session at the flight range or fishing in the hebra plunge with link.
for link, it's most certainly physical touch and i propose his "secret" one as acts of service. i love the headcanon that rito "kiss" by pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling each other or whatever, but i think link is the #1 rito kiss enthusiast. at this point, everyone in rito village has seen link on his tiptoes cupping revali's face in his teeny little hylian hands to initiate a rito kiss and revali's squawking and complaining, but ultimately returns the gesture much to link's delight.
i love the idea of revali braiding and doing hair maintenance on link as part of their nightly routine, or link looking for his weapons because where the fuck did they go until he finds revali in their shared roost, polishing his shields and retying his bow strings, all of his quivers fully stocked of regular and elemental arrows. revali is still quite bristly and blunt, so he's all mumbling embarrassed at being caught doing something sweet for his mate like, "it's incredibly dumbfounding that they still call you the hero of hyrule when your idea of weapon maintenance is sliding your blades against a rock like a bokoblin" or "i see now why you go through bows within a moon as quickly as you eat. you aren't changing your bow strings out and you're just using them until they snap! were i any less disturbingly infatuated with you, i'd dissolve our coupling for such atrocious behaviors." link just smiles at him, fond and warm, and any irritation revali feels dissipates into the air as he returns to the weapons, his feathers ruffling and muttering under his breath.
oop. now i feel like writing fic for this. 😳
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cyberwhumper · 7 months
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With the clinking of metal tools and soft beeping and whirring of machines a constant companion, Mal had nearly forgotten about the passage of time. He gets so completely immersed in his work, so in sync with the flow of his own thoughts and ideas, so precisely mechanical. As he slices flesh and circuits, rewires and reorganizes them, assembles and disassembles entire limbs, he finally notices the burning gaze of his most complex creation yet fixed squarely upon him.
Most of the time he pays the animal no mind. Animals don't quite understand when we're trying to help them, and as such they lash out. Still it stares, teeth bared in a display of aggression, unmoving otherwise.
Mal takes a small break to wipe his tools in his apron. The amount of experimental tech that has gone into the making of every fiber of its body is nothing short of a work of art, and he is so incredibly proud of his work. Every limb carefully crafted to withstand heavy artillery, every defense system working to make it undetectable under enemy reconnaissance, a robust encryption system designed from the ground up to be a pentester's worst nightmare. He smiles to himself.
Still, it stares.
"Oh, poor doggie." He chuckles, pushes its chin up to get a good long look at all that anger. "Can't do anything without me in there now, can you?"
He knows it won't answer him, but Mal takes great pleasure in driving the point home over and over again. What must it be feeling, trapped in its own body, with no choice but to obey someone else's every command? There is no doubt in his mind that the moment he makes a mistake, even the smallest of slips, those beautiful state-of-the-art claws would be going through his skull without so much as a second thought. However, partially disassembled and with no power to most of its functions, the only threat it could possibly offer is some weight on his conscience.
And lucky for Mal, he didn't really have that to begin with.
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jujulebee · 1 year
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The Garden of Eden
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Eden, a friend of @botanical-feverdream, painter, and member of the Society of Leopold. They/them
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bigfishthemusical · 5 months
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when it comes to actually doing the work. I largely prefer theatrical clothing alterations to genuine tailoring. However watching how tailors sew is so beautiful. Their thoroughness is amazing. And the way that I’ve never seems a single one use an actual seam ripper is fascinating
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6littlevandal9 · 1 year
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heavenlyakin · 1 year
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someone asked me at the grocery store if the scar on my throat was from being stabbed
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marketinsight12 · 7 months
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Surgical Blade Market 2022- Overview and Outlook by Potential Growth By 2028 | IMR
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sinceileftyoublog · 1 year
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Carcass, Municipal Waste, Sacred Reich, & Creeping Death Live Show Review: 4/18, Metro, Chicago
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BY JORDAN MAINZER
These days, new Carcass albums--and subsequently, tours and live shows--are rare enough to warrant must-see status. Their 2013 comeback, Surgical Steel, ranked among their best ever albums, and 2021′s Torn Arteries (Nuclear Blast) at the very least stood up to their classic material, a feat considering only two albums ago was the disappointment that was their original Swansong. Immediately into the band’s headlining set Tuesday at Metro, it was apparent they’d chug along and smash in as many songs as possible. His bass pointed to the sky like a scepter, Jeff Walker alternated between icy conjuring and guttural growling, tossing seemingly infinite picks into the crowd, while guitarist Bill Steer was his usual understated, but mighty self. And whether soloing or navigating the band through complex time signatures, drummer Daniel Wilding, the band’s drummer since 2012, propelled new and old songs with ease and force. Carcass’s set was, simply, professional, minimally laden with stage banter, maximally laden with enveloping heaviness.
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That Carcass is touring with the party-hard thrashing of Municipal Waste and righteous riffage of Sacred Reich is mildly surprising, given that the bands occupy different subgenres of metal. The latter’s lead singer, Phil Rind, even admitted to not being super familiar with the music of the Liverpool death metal legends, also remarking that the last time Sacred Reich played Metro was in the early 90′s with Obituary, who sang “no words, just growls.” But the clear crossover fandom in the crowd was, if not evidence of the decreasing importance of genre purity, certainly a refreshing reminder that heavy music occupies different moods and states of mind that can take place in the same night, or even at once. Municipal Waste conquered first-track sound troubles to deliver a breakneck set of beer-chugging anthems spanning their entire discography. “Shoutout to security,” declared lead vocalist Tony Foresta as they deal with crowd surfers and broken down boxes thrown on stage during “Breathe Grease”. “This is not a Built to Spill show,” he smirked. Celebrating lead guitarist Nick Poulous’s birthday, the Richmond band built their setlist around chant-heavy material, from “You’re Cut Off” and “Sadistic Magician” to band theme song “Born to Party”. As the crowd chanted back, “Municipal Waste is gonna fuck you up,” it felt like they were paying the highest compliment to the people on stage.
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Sacred Reich was, as expected, a bit more politically outspoken, or at least unafraid to expose the earnestness behind their songs. Really, anybody who has heard “The American Way” knows the band’s socially conscious, anti-capitalistic stance; these days, their songs look inward to imagine a better world outward. “Manifest Reality”, from the band’s most recent record Awakening (Metal Blade), which was released in 2019 a full 23 years after its predecessor, is a “be the change you want to see in the world” type of song. “Salvation” is, simply, an ode to music. And Awakening’s title track is proof that you can still sound like a mammoth when being compassionate. Like Municipal Waste, Rind has a sense of humor, too: When he announced that the band almost had a new record done to sparse applause, he joked, “We’re thankful for all 7 of you.” But at the end of the day, every Rind wail, every Wiley Arnett guitar solo and Dave McClain snare hit and Joey Radziwill power chord led up to their performance of “Death Squad”, dedicated to founding member Jason Rainey who died of a heart attack in 2020. Sacred Reich's looking forward as long as they can occasionally reflect on their past.
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The band most faithful to the spirit of the night’s headliner was the first band who played given the least amount of time. Dallas death metal group Creeping Death combined nimble lead guitars and rhythms that bounced between stomps and barnburners. Their stage setup was remarkably democratic, roaring vocalist Reese Alavi sandwiched between leg-kicking guitarist Trey Pemberton, guitarist A.J. Ross, III, and bassist Eric “Rico” Mejia, tight in both their playing and synchronized hair spinning. Though they played mostly older material, including the blistering title track to their 2021 EP The Edge of Existence, they thankfully performed “Intestinal Wrap”, the single from their upcoming album Boundless Domain (MNRK Heavy). Alavi’s a dynamic vocalist, to the point where you didn’t even feel the absence of Cannibal Corpse’s George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher from the studio version of the song. Creeping Death was certainly the least known among other bands on the bill who have been at it for decades, but they were anything but green.
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