#Foot staple

[djoglobal]

Available in headed or headless options for procedural and anatomical versatility. Sizes range from 50-100mm in 5mm increments. The internal NiTiNOL element offers between 1 -4 mm of active compression in response to bone settling or resorption. Visit us at https://www.djoglobal.com/products/active-adaptive/dynanail-helix.

[evilfarmin]

never ask: a man how many palismen hes eaten today. a woman where she got that raccoon. hunter whats his favorite bird

vvv bonus luz

Mini Luz that I cut for time

[sa-bo]

Genuinely need a break from this arc real quick why does One Piece delve so deep into the ethics of war this arc, like holy shit I'm gonna fucking die

[philcollinsenjoyer]

i might be stupid

[musicmags]

[malachitezmeyka]

I had my last singing lesson today and I honestly feel a bit sad that it’s over. Like, sure, I absolutely don’t want to continue and have never been happy over having a lesson scheduled, not even once, but I’ve been at it twice a week for four months, I got used to it, it’ll feel strange to not have to go again. The relief will probably come flooding in on Thursday when, due to a free period, I can go home an hour early and then not have lessons after, and that will hopefully overpower the melancholy

[zip-toonz]

OMG THERES A FUCKING HONDURAN FLAG EMOJI 🇭🇳 !!!!!

[inutaffy]

we got a german exchange student at my school and i swear they be soft bullying him

[inkykeiji]

I am sending all of the healing vibes to you telepathically Clari :( I’m just glad it’s not as bad as last time!!!

aw my sweet friend thank you so much for this!!! i really, really appreciate it <333 i hope i start to feel better soon >.< and me too!!! i have such a horrible fear of throwing up so being forced to do it by the virus was ughhhh very icky

i hope your foot is doing okay!!!! i’m so sorry you broke it, that really sucks 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i wish you a speedy recovery!!! <3

[djoglobal]

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[germposting]

very interesting to see how many people believe that their taste in art is the only one that matters and that everyone else either has the same taste or is worthless. “a popular artist is popular? but i dont like their music! which must mean that this artist is mid. but they are still popular? how is this possible…”

it's so weird to me that taylor swift is like. That Big A Deal. I don't even think her music is entirely without merit it's just so resoundingly mid that I'm mystified by her enduring popularity

[whiteashfuneralcypress]

A tetanus shot is actually something that can be sooooo personal

[bmpmp3]

can i apply for some kind of grant or something somewhere so i can get a proper ergonomic chair and table that actually fits me and my nonstop manspreading. can i get some kind of institution to cover the cost PLEASE

[lennythereviewer]

My favorite Kingdom Hearts fact is that one of the biggest plot-holes that Nomura has never been able to meaningfully retcon or write his way out, a plot-hole so big that it fundamentally breaks the very rules the series is written on...

Is the existence of Steamboat Willie

Let me explain for the uninitiated:

In Kingdom Hearts 2, there’s a small detour in the story involving Maleficent trying to invade Disney Castle, the home of King Mickey. She can’t step foot in the castle due to an artefact of pure light that wards off darkness locked in the basement.

Pete, who is working for Maleficent, opens a door into the past (Before Disney Castle, this land was known as Timeless River) and decides to remove the artifact from it’s place in time so it won’t be there to stop them from getting in.

Sora, Donald, and Goofy chase Pete into the past thanks to another magic door provided by Merlin, and through some shenanigans involving old cartoons and teaming up with Pete’s past-self, they lock the door the villains are using, and return the artefact to it’s proper place so it can exist in the present.

You with me so far? Pretty straightforward-ish time-travel plot right?

Here’s where it goes off the rails.

Time travel would go on to become a staple of Kingdom Hearts going forward and would come with a very strict set of rules over how it operates:

1. You can only travel to a point in time where a version of yourself exists

2. You basically give up your body to do so, and travel as a disembodied soul unless you have a vessel to inhabit

3. You can’t alter the past in a meaningful way, what’s going to happen will happen

4. You lose your memories of said trip once you return, but your actions could leave a lingering instinct on your other self that could influence their decisions

“Wait” you may be thinking “Why should anyone go through all those hoops? Wasn’t time travel super simple that first time?”

And you’d be totally right, because the existence of Timeless River completely renders all of these rules and restrictions meaningless. 

There is no version of Sora that existed in Timeless River before he step foot there, everyone kept their bodies, the trio and Pete were able to mess with the timeline as freely as they pleased, and they all very much remember their trip. 

Nomura has never been able to meaningfully explain this super simple, easy way of time travel and the more convoluted method co-existing other than a cheap-throwaway line from one of the villains saying that Merlin “broke the rules” 

The hilarious part about this line is that it implies that PETE of all characters is actually more powerful than the actual villain of the series, because Pete opened a door into Timeless River through sheer willpower and nostalgia for “the good old days”

But the all-knowing chess-master of a villain who had an evil plan several decades in the making with countless moving parts and contingencies to account for had to use the roundabout, more complicated method of time travel where a lot could go wrong.

Pete though? Dude just casually broke all the rules of time travel because he felt like it. He's just built different.

TL;DR: Steamboat Willie breaks Kingdom Hearts lore in half, Pete is more powerful than Master Xehanort, and I fucking love this beautiful trainwreck of a series you guys it means so much to me

I love Kingdom hearts so much.

[tarmac-rat]

Funny things that I think probably happen with cyberware more often than Pondsmith and CDPR would write in the text but I just think they're neat if only from a wordbuilding perspective:

Hair getting caught in your deep dive port when you try to plug the link in.

Your sleeves getting stuck in the seams of your arm cyberware when the mechanisms retract back in.

Mantis blades accidentally shredding your long sleeves when you flex them.

A ripperdoc not having your exact shade of skintone on your new limb, and telling you to wait to get it replaced while it's on backorder.

Blue Screen of Death on netrunner 'ware.

Needing to register the new fingerprints on your hand if you get it replaced with a cybernetic, and the complications of having two hands that might not match up printwise.

People 'tattooing' the chromed parts of their body via laser engraving.

Metal plating getting so hot during the summer that you accidentally burn yourself trying to scratch your nose.

Forgetting to deslot shards and accidentally carrying them around in your head for a week.

Needing to clean the gunk out of your mantis blades or projectile launcher at home, so you flex it open and scrub at it with a bunch of paper towels or a bristle brush for an hour.

Rust and tarnish cleaner being a staple in home cyberware maintenance.

Actually buying projectile launcher rounds.

Someone starting a Mythbusters/Jackass style TV show about cyberware ("Hey gang! Today we're asking 'Is it possible to punch through a 3-foot cinderblock wall using only seven-gen Gorilla Fists?'")

Just generally playing with your personal link. Strumming it. Spinning it. Thwacking people with it. Built in fidget toy.

[polarisbibliotheque]

'TIS TIME!!!!

TO DANCE

IN

SEPTEMBER \\o//

Devil May Dance: Golden Dreams Were Shiny Days

Pairing: Dante x reader

Summary: Dante thinks about his life with brand new company at the DMC, but the jukebox plays songs that are too good to be ignored

Notes: I think eventually "Devil May Dance" is going to be a series - a dance series with the DMC crew. It was originally a short something for my DMC OC Week, but I figured I'd love to read fanfiction dancing alongside my DMC family - so here it is for everyone to enjoy as well!

Happy Dante is the best Dante, as I've stated before ^^

It was quiet at the Devil May Cry that day, except for the jukebox playing some tunes.

Luckily, Dante had managed to pay the bills that month. You were helping with his monthly budget planner, and he never ceased to be impressed by your managing abilities – even though Dante knew you had developed that in order to survive on your own.

It was impressive, because he also had to deal with life on his own and never once had his bills up to date.

Dante took a bite of his pizza, sitting by his big desk at the middle of the shop. He watched you while you were oblivious of it – observing how calm and cool you looked while reading one of your many occult books. You resembled Vergil in many ways, but you had a faint smile on your face, tapping your feet on the floor in the rhythm both of you were enjoying.

You looked at peace. Dante liked that.

It wasn’t much, really. All he could offer you was to stay at the shop and work with him, but it seemed like the time of your life. You had been through years of loneliness and pain: as long as you had someone by your side, you couldn’t care less if he paid his bills or not. “We’ll find a way to make it through the month”, is all you’d say.

And you never complained about the pizzas too.

Soon a 70’s song flooded the little shop. Dante raised one eyebrow, glancing at the jukebox. It was perfect, actually… And his smile turned to you, who already were staring at Dante, your book still in hand.

“Do you remember, 21th night of September?” Dante started singing, making you laugh out loud. He dropped the pizza back on the box, cleaning his hands while turning his whole body towards you. “Love was changing the mind of pretenders, while chasing the clouds awaaaaaay…”

“Our hearts were ringing, in the key that our souls were singing…” You kept singing, leaving the book on the couch. Dante was already getting up and you knew what he wanted to do. “As we danced in the night, remember?”

“How the stars stole the night away, oh yeah!” He was too hyped now to stop. Dante held your hand, pulling you up from the couch, laughing alongside you while both moved through the floor of the Devil May Cry.

“Ba-dee-ya, say do you remember?! Ba-dee-ya! Dancing in September! Ba-dee-ya, never was a cloudy daaaaaaaay…!” You sang together, as loud as you could, using the shop as the perfect dance floor.

Dante had his eyes on you, both smiling as you moved your bodies with the song. You might have a lot of Vergil, but when it came to dancing, you were the most perfect partner Dante could’ve ever asked for.

Moving from side to side, You didn’t mind when Dante held you close, following your steps perfectly. You didn’t care about looking like goofs or being caught having fun like that: you were together. Life was never better.

“Now December! Found the love we shared in September!” Dante pointed at you, making you laugh. “Only blue talk and love…”

“Remember?” You held his hand, tangling your fingers together. Dante never smiled so much in his lifetime – at least that’s how he felt. His chest was about to burst with a feeling different than anger or grief. It was love. “True love we share todaaaaay…!”

Dante was happy. He hoped that moment to last forever.

“Ba-dee-ya, say do you remember?! Ba-dee-ya, dancing in September!” It was so suddenly, you could only laugh in his arms: Dante grabbed you, holding you so close to him, spinning around the floor – one hand still entangled on yours, the other firmly wrapped around your waist. Your chests were pressed together and you could easily feel each other’s heartbeat: in the same rhythm, in perfect synchrony, not only with the song but with each other. “Ba-dee-ya! Never was a cloudy daaaay!”

He kept on singing and laughing while you did the same, keeping one of your hands anchored on his shoulder – your world was spinning, and you both were glowing. Life was never that good, for both of you. If time could stop, you were certain it would feel like that.

“The bell was ringing, oh oh! Our sooooouls were singing!” Dante put you back on the floor, admiring how your eyes were shining. Not only yours, but his sky-blue eyes were about to rain – a beautiful rain on a sunny summer day. “Do you remember? Never a cloudy day, yow!”

As you turned around, Dante hugged you from behind, never losing your rhythm or a beat from the song. You fought together in synchrony, but danced even better. And as much as he liked what he did, he loved dancing. Maybe you could dance forever?

Dante kept looking at how much you were having fun, holding his arms around your waist but one hand sliding up to rest on his neck. You turned her face to look at him, finding Dante’s glowing smile while singing. You had your head over the clouds to know you weren't alone anymore – but seeing Dante bursting with happiness like that made it even better.

He deserved it. He deserved everything.

“Ba-dee-ya, dancing in September; Ba-dee-ya, golden dreams were shiny daaaaaays!” You sang it for him, and Dante knew. Holding your hand, Dante turned you around on a quick double spin, making you laugh so much at how caught by surprise you were.

As you was facing him again, Dante didn’t get too close, but kept on holding your hand. And you didn’t let go: moving in synchrony but with your own steps, you and Dante kept singing and dancing as if there were no problems in the world. As if that moment was the only thing, the only feeling you had ever known.

You looked at each other with complicity in your eyes; such a different feeling than hunting and killing demons together. It was a feeling of knowing you could tackle life together – and it was so much better than going through it on your own.

“What the…” Nero muttered as he opened the door of the Devil May Cry, hearing the party going on inside. As he and Vergil returned from a hunt together, they were certainly caught by surprise.

Vergil didn’t say anything – he just noticed how Dante looked happy. He wished their positions were switched when they were children, yes, but he knew his twin brother’s life wasn’t exactly easy. He knew about all the dark places Dante had been… And Vergil never thought watching his brother being the goof he was when they were children would make him so… Content.

“Oh, I’m gonna pester that old man about this for so…” Nero was about to get inside the Devil May Cry, ready to annoy Dante for days, but he was suddenly held back by his father. Vergil’s hand grasped the back of Nero’s coat, almost dragging him out.

“Nothing to see here, Nero. Leave them alone.” The Dark Slayer muttered, already thinking where he would take his son to give Dante some privacy. Vergil knew Dante: that fool would dance by himself if he wanted to, but that was the catch: he had to want. Dante wanted a lot of things, but never really acted on it because he usually lost heart midway – it was good to see Dante’s heart back.

While Vergil closed the door, though, Dante’s sky-blue eyes met his brother’s steel silver gaze. Vergil nodded briefly, as if saying they could keep on dancing and no one would bother: the Dark Slayer had the Devil May Cry door guarded. Dante smiled at his brother, mouthing a “thank you” before turning his attention back to the music.

As the door closed, a faint smile appeared on Vergil’s lips – his chest being taken over by a warm feeling of care he didn’t experience in quite a long time. Indeed: golden dreams were shiny days.