#Dry Bath

[susanlabnic]

Labnic Dry Bath is equipped with LED display for current temperature and count down time. It is provided with metal blocks for easy replacement, cleaning and disinfecting.The Dry Bath has a temperature range from room temperature (RT) plus 5°C to 100°C. The Dry Bath includes over-temperature alarm protection.

[neuation]

https://neuation.com/how-to-choose-the-right-dry-bath-for-your-lab-everything-you-need-to-know/

Discover the essential factors to consider when selecting the perfect dry bath for your laboratory. Neuation provides a comprehensive guide that covers everything you need to know, ensuring you make an informed decision for efficient & reliable temperature control in your lab. Choose the Right Dry Bath for Your Lab with Neuation Technologies. Visit us to know more.

[archiearchiearchiearchie]

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Wake up it's August 1st!!!!!

[poke-poke-poke]

Thinking about pkmn social media-- he's giving tips on how best to take care of pkmn that aren't too keen on water (goomy's there for enrichment)

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his hoodie got soaked,,

[taffypointby]

easwin related doodles from the beginning of the year that i forgot to share on tumblr. for my starved fellow easwinners

[narracotics]

dood dump

[morphinesyringe]

funniest shit ive ever made

[stimboardboy]

bathing a quagsire

[gardensnakie]

waaaaaa.... loop being alone at night when siffrin is up in the clocktower.... isn't it freezing!? Do they just- knock out? Try to sleep before it gets too cold? Do they hibernate, does their body keep them warm enough- just enough- barely enough?

Do they curl up at the base of the tree, make themselves as small as possible because that's how they learned to conserve warmth better, just how they did during those old nights but without a cloak? How do they feel during the nights? Nostalgic? Pathetic? Nothing at all?

Do they dare to think of how their greatest fear came true. Since it all ends! This is where they would've been if they let it all end! Cold and alone, grasping for any warmth left from the world. They would never selfishly take it from the people they held so dear, so why did the Universe mock them like this? Thoughts like that, unless it was too cold to even manage a thought

[puffballwarrior-blog]

Life or bath for dry cat?

He stinky.

[fuzzyoctoplushie]

[l-o-b]

LIFE OR BATH #1

I SHALL DRAW THE RESULTS

((please send asks for requests))

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[enter-theexit]

TEN BEING TEN!!!!

i should kill him

[thedevillionaire]

come to me

His relief at seeing her is tangible, primal, as he quietly insists he’s just tired – the relentless intensity over the last week, or two, or even dear gods has it really been three finally easing up. Although maybe, in its own way, that easing was part of the problem.

He says it’ll pass soon; he knows there’s no hiding it but he’s hoping that’s the truth, and the last thing he wants is to worry her.

He doesn’t quite succeed.

With a frown of concern, she watches him take his coat off, an unspoken exhaustion laced through his movement as he increases the hearthfire’s intensity, and she passes him the steaming cup of jasmine tea she’d made for herself only moments ago. He gratefully accepts its welcome small warmth with a soft thanks, love, and she doesn’t miss the edge of congestion in his consonants, nor the dullness in his usually intensely vibrant eyes, the encroaching hints of pinkness to his nose.

They take a seat together on the couch and he puts the teacup on the table, apologises to her for all his absences lately, sniffles at first softly then harder, sharper. At his catch of breath she passes him a tissue, and quickly another, as his expression crumbles in surrender to the recurrent insistent need he’s been unable to shake: urgent, unforgiving and imperative, the vestiges of his energy rip-torn ravaged as he hurriedly turns from his beloved, unable to fight it, sneezing in urgent, violent triplicate – heavy, throat-tearing, disorienting.

Her heartwarm blessing is a cherished sanctuary as she trails gentle fingers through his hair, drawing him closer, and oh she always loves his touch but he’s far too warm, the thickness in his breathing impossible to miss. She murmurs soothing softnesses, presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, and holds him a little closer as

“Ahh-HEHHTSShhuu!”

she’s not sure about this passing soon at all.

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[featheredadora]

I get to see this little dude 3x a day now, and he never fails to cheer me up