#handpad

[selina-wang]

Electroplated Diamond Hand Polishing Pad can be widely used in stone polishing, tile trimming, glass burr trimming, metal polishing, metal refurbishing, wood deburring and etc Size: 90X55mm Grit: 60-120-220-400-800-1800-3500 Metal Bond: 60#, 120#, 200#, 400# Resin Bond: 800#, 1800#, 3500# Sample orders are available. Welcome to contact with us to get more competitive price. WeChat /What’s APP: +86-13818566352 Website: www.protectools.cn Website: www.protecdiamondtools.com #electroplatedpolishingpads #electroplatedpolishingpad #electroplatedpolishing#polishingpads #handpolishpads #diamondpolish #diamondpolishpads #handpad #stonepolishing #glasspolishing #electroplateddiamondgrindingwheel #electroplateddiamondtools #stonetools #polishstone #diamondpolish #diamondpolishing #diamondgrindingpad #handpolishingtools #handpolishpad #polishingglass #ceramicpolishing #chinadiamondtools #chinafactory #diamondtoolshop #diamondtoolsmanufacturer #diamondtools #diamondtoolsinternational https://www.instagram.com/p/CqkLyeyOUY2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[belledracoart]

I wonder how weird the hermits would think I am.... I play with an upright mouse and a Azeron Cyborg... I might top the list.

LISTEN, IT'S REALLY GOOD FOR PLAYING FFXIV

[solradguy]

The parts I ordered the other month from Dream Vision Creations for the partial fursuit I wanna make came in today. The tongue was MUCH smaller than I thought but that ended up being great because it fits perfectly into the jawset I printed

The handpads and tongue are from a sergal set and the claws are "birdcat" claws

[coelhoraquel21-blog]

Apaixonado pelo som do Handpad <3 <3

[industrywaala1]

3M All Rounder Hand Pad

Looking for a versatile and effective hand pad for all your surface preparation needs? Check out the hashtag#3MAllRounderHandPad! With its unique design and durable construction, this pad can be used for a wide range of applications, from cleaning and finishing to rust removal and more. Its flexible material also conforms to the contours of your workpiece, making it perfect for hard-to-reach areas. Whether you're a DIYer or a professional, the 3M All Rounder Hand Pad is a must-have tool for your workshop. hashtag#3MProducts hashtag#HandPad hashtag#SurfacePreparation @3M.call now +91 7377017377 https://industrywaala.com/.

[dastardlyromanticart]

Been a hot sec!! Been busy recovering from my convention (And training at a new job in the interim!) Here's a photo of my booth from AWU! With aaaall the lil crafts and things I do beyond just Deltarune fanart (Like handmade paint, jewelry, and handpade paper!!) I pushed myself pretty hard prepping for this, so my burnout and recovery was real. Just been taking the time since then to recover my home from the absolute thrashing con prep does and play some games. I have some sketches I hope to post soon tho!! Also yes I am the Espeon! Hello!!

[mellowzippercowboypsychic-blog]

#sports #physiotherapy #icepacks #bracers #handguard #handpad #cool #spor_tprotective_gear https://www.instagram.com/p/BvgWz3Vnc-H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12d0kzr0zcc60

[maetheday98]

Look out world I got skates 😜 #rollerskating #rollerskates #learning #sunnyday #safeyfirst #kneepad #handpads #sholderpads #biracial #mixedgirl #shortcurlyhair #girlboss https://www.instagram.com/p/CRCes5_AkXf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[vampire-boy-gee]

“Thoughts” and “prayers”

[rageandroarcustoms]

Heres the next set of the werewolf handpaws! These ones are the ones with the bigger handpads!

I'm so obsessed with these hands guys 😍

[echo-echo31]

Out of Character - Part Five | Actor + Y/N

Part Six

Summary: It had proven benificial, Mark's strategy. Pulling gently at loose threads, softly coaxing out resistance and replacing it with him.

Warnings: Slight possessive behaviour

He steps down the corridors of the Invincible, like a director checking markers.

The place is deserted, of course, his puppet cast safely tucked away, instructed to be elsewhere. All he's left with is echoing shadows, his scripted lines melting off the walls like fake tan in a dressing room.

Anyone else would find it hollow, errie, horrifying. Mark steps confidentially forward, his formal maghony shoes clacking against the cold metal floor. Unnecessary, of course. He could stride along with barley a whisper, but he's always liked a touch of the dramatic.

They're asleep. Or at least, were pretending to be, when he left them. Sometimes they lay and breathed for a while with their eyes open, unknowingly putting their tangled thoughts on display. Still, their worries and guilt for the others were mostly concealed in these silent moments now and that was...better.

Mark stops outside an airlock door, watching it slide invitingly open for him, without so much as a finger needing to be pressed against the handpad. He must admit, this is the best fantasy he's designed so far, the detail was extravagant. As if to further demonstrate this point, he looks out the porthole to the black expanse waiting outside.

The ocean of darkness seems to swirl beyond the glass. He smiles for a moment, endulging in admiring his own work, before letting out quiet sigh.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly if anyone else were to be watching, the scene outside changes in a blink. It is almost as if the set has changed, and Mark's smile turns to a satisfied smirk as he watches heavy door open for him.

He steps out into an expanse of green, perfectly juxtaposing the previous void. The sound of bird song hangs in the air and sunshine filters through the trees like a well-designed set light.

He presses a step into the grass, watching as his shoe makes an impression in the ground. It always did give him great pleasure to see the evidence of his impact on the world.

Then, for the first time in a while, his movements are rapid and uncalculated as his head whips quickly up to meet the source of a shout coming from across the park.

Before him, displayed like a painting, are both him and his muse. He is dressed in that grey suit, presently being marked with stains as he rests on one knee. They stand in front of him, hands over their mouth in an expression of shock and delight. He couldn't have orchestrated a better scene himself.

They were both surrounded by cameras, directors and all the other people associated with filming that in recent times have become obsolete to Mark.

He smiles in nostalgia as he watches the progress of the filming and sees their head nod in affirmation and him bounce up to his feet. The picture of a couple in love.

It isn't often he goes back here. Back to the first time they'd worked together, when his wounds were still uncauterized.

In recent weeks though, ever since he'd slithered doubt into their mind, he's been visiting whenever he is alone. At first, he wasn't quite sure of the reason, but now, he can see. This is evidence that those times did exist.

It had proven benificial, Mark's strategy. Pulling gently at loose threads, softly coaxing out resistance and replacing it with him. He couldn't deny though, there were times when it is...frustrating.

He isn't anrgy with them. No, he never could be. It was rather at the universe and specifically those who had meddled in things that did not concern them.

Mark feels his muscles tense at that thought.

He still can't work out how he'd done it. How that wretched Damien had pulled them into the void, into the hypnotic storyline Mark had spent so much time designing to be flawless.

And flawless it was. So much so that by the time he'd realised his darling had been sucked in, it was too late. It had been agony, watching whilst whatever he'd tried, nothing could rip them from the dellusion. It had seemed they had forgotten. Forgotten their manor, their plan. Forgotten him.

Then, after it all, it his muse themselves who had flipped the switch. Of course, they are far too special to be seduced by the story for long.

The director shouts cut, and the past couple let their hands fall, walking their sperate ways but both looking back over their shoulders.

It is still difficult to swallow sometimes, seeing them tormented by a sense of betrayal to a group they'd never belonged to in the first place.

Still, Mark is certain his current decisions will prove fruitful. That this approach will allow them to remember, if slowly, their rightful place beside him.

And if he showed up. Well, it would only be further opportunity to tie his darling back to him.

[spearxwind]

the handpads are gloves, windy,

i greatly prefer my interpretation

[industrywaala1]

3M Scotch-Brite hand pad

Our Scotch-Brite hand pad is highly flexible, making it easy to fold and bend for use on corners and hard-to-reach areas, allowing you to effectively reach tight spaces. Visit Our Website industrywaala.com Call Now +91 7377017377

#ScotchBrite#handpad#flexible#hardtoreach#corners#tightspaces#cleaningtools#cleaningtips#householdcleaning#cleaninghacks#cleanhome#cleaningproducts#cleaningsolutions#homecleaning#kitchencleaning#bathroomcleaning

[speckleen-blog]

FLOOR - DOODLEBUG PADS ECONO - 25cm X 12cm (Colors) #floor #handpads #doodlebug DOODLEBUG PADSSize(LxWxH): 25cm x 12cmSold individually. Cut on site. Packaged: 50pc/packUsed for scrubbing surfaces.to the bottom of a doodle bug holder (Edge cleaner).(Black – stripping. Blue – scrubbing.Red – buffing. White – polishing). https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt6HL1GjK0V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v976zw5t35wl

[180wwwc1c25-blog]

Bqck at it after a few day not hitting the gym or 9 round. But today felt good even with my right leg. O was an amazing workout. #180warriorwaitingwithin1c125 #9round #training #kickboxing #boxing #kicking #mixmartialarts #martialarts #tools #focused #milescollection #brand #why #faith #goals #dreams #mmatraining #kicks #punching #handpads #bjj #building #energized https://www.instagram.com/180warriorwaitingwithin1c125/p/Bt1YkOFF8HM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8n6ztetsyqv3

[woozletania]

A ferry flarkin’ Grootmas, day 16 - presents

“Sanctuary...” Drax mused as they made their way across the lawn with Papa and Alyssum. The white ferret scuttled along on all fours as did Lylla, their short mustelid legs making this a convenient way of transport.  Papa waddled along at a slower pace, rounded and bulky, while his less feral son and the rest of the Guardians went on two feet.

“It's hard to believe all this happened in a year.”  Drax gestured at the arc of buildings, the sports fields, the training halls and housing blocks for Uplifts of various sizes and species.

“It all started with one letter,” Rocket mused.  “If Doc Foster hadn't sent it I never would have met Lylla, and maybe never known about the new Uplift programs.  Once he found one it led us to...” He glanced at the sporting field, where an assortment of Uplifts ranging from his size to a hulking bear  were playing volleyball. The ferals on the teams sprinted back and forth, bouncing the ball off their heads or rumps and occasionally popping up on their hindpaws to swat it with a handlike forepaw. “All this.”

“And if it hadn't been for me escaping the lab in the first place,” Rocket started, and his ears sank. Before he could settle into melancholy Peter reached down.

“Wrong time of year to get depressed, buddy,” Star-Lord said, and Rocket grumbled amiably as his ears were scratched. The white ferret spoke up at almost the same moment.

Alyssum bent in the middle like a snake to look up at the taller humanoids.  “Gift exchange, right?  I have to get to work on lunch soon.”

“Me too,” Papa agreed.  “But we have a little while.”

Shortly thereafter they met Doctor Foster at the dining hall.  Good cheer and laughter followed as the Secret Santa (or Secret Sandy, according to Rocket) gifts were passed around.  By common agreement this would be one of two exchanges, the other happening on the day they'd decided was Christmas.  They had no idea if the date was right and didn't particularly care.

“I am Groot,” the teenage tree exclaimed as he he unwrapped the knitted cozy Mantis made for his new game slate. Rocket leaned back in his chair and stared at the data Gamora transferred to his handpad.   She'd gifted him the data keys to the inmost workings of her cybernetics.

“Just in case something happens and you need to stop me,” she whispered, quietly enough for only the Uplifts to hear.

“I don't know what to say,” Rocket mumbled.  Gamora was saying she trusted him with her very life.

Papa and Paul Foster each laughed, having drawn each other in the exchange and bought eerily similar mugs as gifts.  Sanctuary's Best Counselor and Sanctuary's Top Doc respectively. Drax nodded as he admired the new wooden handle for his favorite knife, made – or more properly grown – by Groot. Mantis considered the small but very sharp dagger, plus sheath, Drax gave her along with the promise of training in its use.

And then there was Star-Lord.  “What is this,” he asked Rocket. He held up a data crystal he'd just unwrapped.  “Let me guess, you scavenged up all my old 'reading material' and put it on this?”

“Not quite, Pete.” Rocket reached across the table and tapped a key on Peter's Zune, which began to play one of the many mangled Christmas songs they'd heard so many times in the last two weeks.

 It's beginning to look a lot like fish men,    every-where I go    From the minute I got to town, and started to look around    I thought those ill-bred people's gill slits showed.

Rocket pressed the data crystal up against the Zune and hit the key again. The next verse started, but...

 It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas    Toys in every store    But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be    On your own front door

Peter's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening.  “Rocket,” he said.  He stared at the Zune and the titles loading on its screen, proper Christmas titles, not things like I saw mommy kissing Yog-Sothoth any more.  “How?”

“Eh,” the raccoon said.  “Hypernet archives.  Just took some digging.  The Kree still keep an eye on Earth, the skrulls...you just need to know where to look.”

And for the second time in one day Rocket found himself awkwardly squirming in a hug.  “Hey,” he protested.  “What's with the water works?  It wasn't that hard to do.”  

But Peter was silent save for the little sobs, and even he couldn't have explained why he was crying.