#shock pads

[parquesinfantilespanama]

ProPlay for Playgrounds proporciona protección contra caídas y es una parte vital de la superficie de un parque infantil.

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[crow0king]

i'm not gonna lie i haven't animated in a good while, so i'm a bit rusty about it; and i'm using the 2d animation featcer on blender for the first time as well :>

anyways, the first victim of my animations is Shifty getting surprised and turning into a cup to hide :>

[badninken]

I did not expect the Cavendish/Law saga.

Cavendish (aka Cabbage), world's most prince charming gladiator, is carrying Law to safety after fighting and nearly dying and losing his arm and all that, but Law stops him and literally begs to be left behind because Luffy is still fighting and Law wants to see Doflamingo defeated with his own eyes and Law is almost crying and Cabbage looks into his eyes for a very very long time and then he's like:

"I can tell I won't be able to change your mind so I will stay and watch over you to fulfil this suicidal wish of yours but you'll have to deal with that if you're going to die, it will be after me."

And then he gently lays Law down on the grass by the sunflower field and sits down next to him with a serious expression and a firm sword thump to the ground, ready to guard Law with his life.

They have never met before??? Have they? Did I miss that while swooshing past literally every Cavendish scene without paying much attention?

Edit: they met before. on a horse. I literally posted a screenshot of it yesterday

In any case, Law gets his arm fixed and then we don't get to see what they're up to while everything else is going on. My guess is that Law does absolutely nothing. He's simply existing. Like a very intense and hard-thinking log full of pain and plans while Cavendish probably talks about himself.

Two episodes later, out of nowhere:

Law comes exploding out of a building and lands right on his severed and recently re-attached arm in front of passed out Luffy and his entourage, looking like fresh roadkill.

That's him!

He just really needs to be with Luffy he says.

One episode or so later:

And that was the Cavendish/Law saga 🌻

[affluent-havoc]

Day 1: Non-Despair

Inspired by this!

Felt it'd be very cute to reference instead of just drawing the boys in their school uniforms!

[phantom-slut]

fancy dan/ricochet for my friends spiderverse :3

[doctorweebmd]

i don't think i'll ever get over the comedic timing of being prepared to intubate an obtunded patient going into worse and worse shock on three pressors code cart in room pads on having like six people all staring at the vitals anxiously as this person might code at ANY MOMENT, me standing at the head of the bed ready to tube the second we have a safe BP and the nurse from two doors down comes into the room and says, 'hey doc, room x is in asystole' and just. walks away.

i'm just. standing there. peri-coding this patient. and i'm calling after him 'uh.... are they supposed to be?!'

absolutely insane delivery. no context no info just 'hey, btw this person's heart stopped. :) bye ' HELLO!?!

[cypr1anlatew00d]

funniest thing about getting anaesthesia was the doctor was super friendly and like asking all these questions about my job and where I'm from to distract me from the series of syringes he was lining up and past a certain point I was just like "It's hard to come up to answers for these questions because I'm really scared haha" and then he was like "ok breathe this it's just oxygen" and. out.

[luvxiem]

asked my work in progress boyfriend what he thought "pads with wings" meant 😭😭😭

[noireservoir]

Nooooo advertisement youre lying about the decomposition of menstrual pads and fearmongering for a product people already feel self conscious using nooooooo

[satancopilotsmytardis]

A moment of silence for my laptop which has given the fuck up, battery burned out, e, n, and space key on the fritz for months, and the I key that keeps popping off. It's been a good 7 years. You will be missed.

(I'm going to be picking up a new one today hopefully)

[projectcatzo]

is that what we're calling it

[shaunasshipman]

anyway if you’re not wearing adult diapers at night while on your period, i highly recommend you start.

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley who backs his wife's rights and wrongs cw: murder

you fucked up. majorly, as you stared at the bloody body on your living room floor, red seaping into the grooves of the floorboards. you were frozen, perhaps it was shock as you watched the carnage seep into your nice rug that simon had bought you.

you ran your hands through your hair, only spreading the blood across your soft skin and threads of hair. how would you explain this to your husband? how would you hide this from your husband? how would you explain to him the rug, that you begged for, was suddenly not to your liking, because it had a massive splotch of someone's else's blood? no mistaking that for a period stain.

you were royally fucked, pacing back and forth, avoiding splatters of blood as you thought millions of plans in your head.

what if you dumped the body in the dumpster? no, the body would decompose far too quickly, and not to mention the smell. it's the middle of the fucking summer and hot as balls outside! okay, well, what if you stuffed the body in a suitcase and buried it? no, no, it was too big to fit in even your largest. oh, what if you cut him up? back up, that's even more blood that you'd have to deal with. plus, digging was never your thing.

all this time panicking left time wasted, and soon enough, your lovely, unsuspecting husband had pulled into the driveway. you shrieked to yourself as you peaked out the blinds, scrambling back to the body, but yet again, what the fuck could you do?

the front door opened and closed quickly after, the sounds of boots being kicked off and disposed as panic rose in your body. fuck, this was it. you were definitely going to jail, your husband will never trust you again, wouldn't even pay a visit. you could hear his voice calling, increasingly becoming more concerned without a response.

footsteps followed, and he appeared around the corner. his eyes landed on you, then the body, and then you, and then the body, and then—you get it. his eyes scanned your smooth skin for injury, narrowing at the blood before confirming it wasn't yours.

"wot have i told ya about makin' messes near yer precious rug, swee'eart?" he grunted, shrugging off his coat and tossing it to the couch, pulling you in by your hips, pressed against his front as a thumb swiped away a blood splat on your cheek, "y'okay?"

you looked at him dumbfounded, lips parted in shock as you stuttered, "y...yeah," you swallowed thickly, immediately moving to explain yourself, "but simon, i-"

"shhhh, don't say a word, pretty thin', I've got't." he coos lowly, petting your hair, rubbing the strands between the pads of his gloved fingers as he eyed the blood, "go take a shower 'n look all pretty f'me, yeah? can ya do'tha?"

your eyes darted around, but a firm grasp on your chin kept your attention to him. you swallowed thickly, meeting his eyes for the first time since he walked in, and nodded again. detaching from his side, you skidded down the hall to rid yourself of the dead man's blood.

after you disappeared into the bathroom, simon let out a deep sigh, "who the fuck is this?" he muttered gruffly to himself, shaking his head as he crouched near the body, tilting his head multiple ways as he examined further before shrugging it off, "wot'vr the missus wants."

yeah, he wouldn't question you. you wanted someone dead? had to be for a good reason, and he'll buy you a new rug after tossing that one. but he wouldn't tell you when the police dropped by about the disappearance of the man. don't wanna stress out the missus.

[what-even-is-thiss]

The reason people don’t want to work is that it’s just normal for them to be in bad work environments.

My issue with working at Walmart wasn’t the work itself I was doing. It was the circumstances around it. The concrete floor, lack of places to sit, having to put up with asshole customers, not getting time off for injuries, and bad pay.

If I had been given shock pads to stand on or a few chairs to rest on sometimes, if they paid me a livable amount of money and I was allowed to yell back at asshole customers, if they had given me any amount of training, I would happily work part time folding clothes all day and telling people where the swimsuit section is.

I’m a creative type. I’m a writer. I’m pretty smart, even. But if I could make a living folding shirts and listening to podcasts in one ear and helping people find the scented candles for 30 hours a week? I would. Leaves some mental space free for me to brainstorm. Lets me catch up on my reading with audiobooks.

But instead I was treated so badly by upper management and customers that I’m like legitimately a little frightened whenever I step into a Walmart now. And I only worked there for three months a few years ago.

I’m a good lower level worker. When I’m treated well. I like finishing tasks. I like being helpful. I like having some time to talk to coworkers and some time alone with my thoughts. I’m a frickin team player. And that’s how I was at my first job. I was treated well by my supervisor. I was trained. They were patient with me. I was so good at being low on the totem pole at that job because I was valued and felt like I was being listened to. I was able to sit still when there was nothing left to do which made it feel less bad when we were on a time crunch. I didn’t mind working hard at that job because it was fun even though I was doing all the low level stuff that the supervisors didn’t want do.

But at Walmart I was like that for all of two days. Then I figured out that nobody appreciated my work and if I worked in my normal people pleasing manner I’d kill myself because their standards were high and the rewards for meeting them were low.

So I slowed down. I started avoiding customers. I started taking a lot longer to get to my breaks and to come back from them. I became worse at my job because no matter how good I was at it there would be no reward, no appreciation, and I’d just be pushed further beyond my limits.

My only level of happiness from that job came from the people who were working with me. The old ladies and my department manager who made sure I wasn’t overextending myself. The one other young man working in the clothing department who always got sent with me to unload the heavy stuff and commiserated with me about the shoulder injuries, the hurting feet we were too young to have.

But none of that was enough to make me stay. We were constantly understaffed. I was constantly abused by customers and not able to do a thing about it. I was not paid much at all. So as soon as I had enough saved up for what I was trying to do and my last semester of college was about to start I handed in my two weeks.

I would have found a way to stay if I liked that job. If I liked that job I would’ve pushed myself to my mental limits to finish college and keep that job at the same time. Heck that job could’ve been a rest from college. A place to get away from it. But I hate that job so I got out as soon as I could.

I want to work. I want enough money to live sort of comfortably. I want to have some tasks to do to give my creativity a rest. I want to be a part of something. But the way that modern corporate run work environments are set up does not give me any of the things I actually want out of a job. And I think that’s the same for millions of people right now. A lot of people would happily spend their lives as a waitress or an Uber driver or a warehouse worker or a farmhand or any other “low skill” job you can possibly think of. But with the way the world works right now those jobs are absolutely miserable. It doesn’t have to be that way. I know because I’ve had a fulfilling part time minimum wage job that I looked forward to going to every week. A job where I was listened to and allowed to sit when I needed to. I miss that job. Especially now since I’ve realized that’s not the standard. It should be. People should look forward to going to work or at the very least not get mild ptsd whenever they set foot into a Walmart.

[ecotyresuk]

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