#Glass Bead Sterilizer

[elezalabmate]

Glass Bead sterilizer

The Labmate Glass Bead Sterilizer, crafted from stainless steel, is designed to function within a temperature range spanning from 100 to 300°C. This sterilization apparatus is primarily employed for the decontamination of diverse surgical instruments, including tweezers, scalpels, needles, and forceps, among others. Notably compact in its dimensions, this sterilizer can be conveniently integrated into a Laminar Air Flow system.

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[tirupatidental]

Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilization

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[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!scientist!reader, noncon, frottage, size kink, lots of cum, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day one [ pickle + size kink ]

you had been so close to pushing the alarm. so close to alerting the guards, and so close to being saved. your hand still reaches out towards the red button on your desk, but you’re held back too far at this point to hit it, restrained and helpless.

on top of that, you knew if anyone saw how much you were actually enjoying the beast’s containment breach, you’d be fired.

from this angle, you could watch your feet sway back and forth.

your legs dangled.

suspended at least a full foot above the sterile floor, a lopsided ovally shadow danced in tandem against the tiles below your stocking-clad toes. where your black heels had fallen off during the struggle, you have no idea. your shoes are the least of your concerns at the moment. your eyeline, albeit blurry from the crooked positioning of your glasses as you struggled against the beast, traces your own legs, and the runners of ripped pantyhose up your knees and over your thighs. the tears became more prominent, and your stockings more akin to the shreds of a cheap mummy costume hanging off your hips. it made your head spin, seeing how vulnerable and exposed your lower half was. your gray pencil skirt had been pushed up, haphazardly around your belly, and two, massive and clawed hands grip your soft thighs, from underneath, keeping them spread wide for the monstrous cock to rub against your core.

it was much too big to fit inside ( luckily for you, because as you stare at how endowed Pickle actually was, you could imagine the carnage a tool as big and hard as his would wreak on your organs ). Pickle had been frustrated at that— pushing and growling and snarling and trying to bite at the back of your neck when you squirmed to hold you steady so he can force it into your small opening, but your body couldn’t even stretch enough to take the head, so after several grueling moments of trying to cram and push, he settled for grinding against your pussy, instead. his movements were clumsy, driven by instinct and lust, and his hips rocked furiously, his grip on his thighs dragging you along the length of his rigid, powerful sex.

at first you’d fought and pushed and clawed at him to stop, telling him it hurt and that he was a bad, bad boy for doing this, but you couldn’t help that your body started to react. you started to get wet. your cunt started to soak the cock that was trying to slot between your soft, sticky netherlips, though it was much too thick, it managed to spread them, allowing them to kiss the expanse just enough to feel as though this Jurassic man was splitting you apart without actually being inside of you.

amidst your own mewls and groans, you could hear the constant drip-dripping of the primitive man’s thick cum as it beaded at the swollen, purple tip and frosted the many, many inches, emphasizing the bulging veins as it coats them in white, and dribbled on to the floor between his gargantuan feet. there was already a puddle on the floor. he had cum so many times that the release no longer erupted, but seemed to bubble out in a constant stream. either this was normal behavior, to breed and breed until he ran completely dry, or he was simply so pent up after the one hundred and ninety million years of being frozen that he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, you couldn’t be sure.

if you hadn’t been the unwilling test subject, you might’ve been interested in studying his mating habits.

“F—fff—uck—!” a breathy croak of complete submission— it was the best you could do when dominated by a man of this stature, a beast of his magnitude. your lab coat hands off your shoulders, your blouse ripped open from the sheer power of his claws, and your breasts flop wildly against the rhythm as your eyelids flutter.

not just Pickle had cum, but you as well, your release gluing itself in sticky webs and a glossy finish to your thighs and his manhood. “I can’t… take it…” you’d started to babble after you reached peak a handful of times, your head rolling around on your shoulders, your small body slumping against his sturdy, broad chest that heaves with excitable, ragged breathing and grunts of pleasure as he jacks his cock off with your body. “I-I’m going… crazy…”

what’s worse, you realized, is that you were only getting slipperier, slicker, and more pliable. if the giant kept this up, it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d force his cock into your poor hole, regardless of the fact that he must know he’d fully and truly break you if he did.

[thedevilrisen]

Hospital - 3

Nova Crosby -

11:46 pm

Luke sat in the blue hallway of the hospital, hands shaking as he picked at the buttered banana bread that the nurse suggested he purchase, he had to admit. It was very good. Sitting there in his own world of dismay, struggling to find his footing in the storm of uncertainties. Since he was sent down to the cafe, which closed half-an-hour ago no new information had arised.

Luke was still waiting for Sid near the entrance of the hospital, responding to his message with an 'I'll tell you when you get here.' Both men knew that that conversation would be better had face to face, with each other to lean on. A common theme between the two was a severe restlessness, understandability so when a loved one was in a precarious position.

Luke's gaze followed movement outside the glass entry doors to the hospital, when the motion sensor light triggered he identified the movement as Sidney and immediately jumped up to greet him. Luke pressed the green button for the door as it was past visiting hours which meant no one from the outside was allowed in.

When Sid walked through the glass doors, his eyes connecting with Luke's as the two let out a simultaneous breath of relief. While many would be worried for Nova there were probably only two who would match the incredulous level and right now they were standing and looking at each other in the hospital entrance tears beading the tops of their lashes in solitude.

"How you holding up, kid?" Sid rasped out, barely above a whisper. He had to admit, Luke looked like a mess, dark bags under his bloodshot eyes, his hair was tousled from running his hand through it countless times as he sat in the weight of the situation.

"I certainly could be better, I can tell you that much." Luke spoke sarcastically, Sid got the impression that Luke was very much akin to a wounded animal. Terrified and defensive, refusing help from others because that would make the situation worse. "Not as bad as you I'd imagine."

Sid nodded solemnly along with the whispered words, when he had first heard from Luke what was wrong with Nova he had consulted his medical dictionary to disclose what a brain aneurysm was and whether or not her was having one. Never in a million years or life times did he think he would be standing in the entrance of a hospital in which housed Nova in its sterile-lit depths.

"While she was first and foremost my darling little girl Luke, she's now your girl too. I've always know one way or another she'd become so infatuated with someone and I'd be handing her off at an alter eventually." Sid took a deep breath, eyes darting around as he tried to find the correct way to word his next statement, "I had just always prayed, that one day it would be the right person. I don't want to make any outrageous assumptions.. but if I didn't know any better Luke I'd say you are planning to be that person."

Luke finally felt his walls crumble, the strong front he held in the ambulance and in the emergency, when he took a picture with the server at the cafetiera. It all came crashing down. Tears spewed from Luke's eyes as he stumbled forward into Sidney's arms, wet gargled sobs entrenched the prior tranquility of the hospital lobby and turned it into a cacophony of suffering. The ensemble of incoherence continued to play as the ship sank, and Luke to his knees with Sidney in tow, his arms still cradling the distraught boy.

Sidney didn't try to quiet the boy, Luke needed to let out the emotion or he would explode. As his quaking shoulders softened to mear trembles and tears subsided Sid loosened his grip, letting Luke drag himself back into reality, allowing him to strengthen his frontier again for everything that was to come.

And come it did.

Unknown ID

Dear Family of Nova Crosby, two of her 3 schedules surgeries went to plan, we were unable to perform the third due to a complication in which she has been moved to the Intensive Care unit, located on level three, for close monitoring. Please find the Intensive Care waiting room located outside ward 3A where a nurse will come find you and bring you to visit.

[lucimiir]

MY FAV DUNE PT 2 COSTUMES

And my (mostly visual/aesthetic) reasoning

(In no particular order)

Ok starting off STRONG with this Irulan look:

It’s simple, it’s classy, it looks comfy AND elegant. I love the beadwork on the headpiece and how it’s Bene Gesserit-adjacent but you can still completely see her face and hair. The light colors look good on her and that collar made me question it for just long enough to make it better.

Next up is Jessica’s early sayyadina look, and I loooooove this robe. The earth colors are nice, I like how it kinda blends in with the sietch while emphasizing her eyes, and the fabric is very rough and functional looking while still being beautiful. Mostly I’m psyched about the patterns in the weaving (I think it’s woven) and the way that creates continuity with her tattoos.

I had trouble finding good pictures for this, but

Everything about this scene was GORGEOUS. I swear I didn’t breathe for the first ten minutes of the movie, and these Harkonnen uniforms were part of it. The colors here are amazing and make the black look so harsh and unnatural compared to the sand and rocks and the Fremen clothing. Their shiny helmets are terrifying and sterile and buglike and I am living for it. (Little me would have gotten nightmares)

Obviously we’ve all acknowledged Lady Margot’s amazing dress, but it’s just That Good. The structure! The open shoulders and low neck + hood! The color! Sinister and sexy. And despite the fact that I loved the color, I might love this even more in the black and white scenes because it shows off the construction so well and the opera glasses honestly tie it all together.

Ok bringing back Jessica because she Doesn’t Miss:

I loooove this. The gold printing (?) around the hood might be my favorite part, and the beads under the collar are awesome without weighing down her whole face like the outfit she wears for most of the film with all the metal on the forehead. I also like how the structure and design of it is extra similar to Reverend Mother Mohiam, with the giant rectangular hood, but the color and the face beading are actually more reminiscent of the gown she wears when the Atreides arrive on Arrakis in part one.

A shoutout for Feyd-Rautha’s armor in the duel:

Idk I just really like how shiny it is. All the Harkonnen stuff reminds me of bugs (those evil looking shiny black beetles) I like how this is actually very much like a stillsuit and really similar to what Paul’s wearing, but more evil and shiny.

Last but CERTAINLY not least is just Chani’s blue scarf. BOY does this pull its visual weight. Like symbolism and meaning aside, it’s such a necessary piece of color in the all the desert scenes, and adds visual interest to what is a largely beige movie. In tons of the scenes most of the color is bright bright blue in the characters’ eyes and this scarf. And I think it adds a lot of joy and lightness to Chani’s appearance, which obviously symbolically changes as she does.

I just love costumes! This was a visually stunning film! I’m feeling very happy!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Alright more thoughts— specifically about Marcus with afab Darling and kegel balls. Please heed the warnings, this one’s fucked up

More Unethical Pelvic Floor Therapy with Marcus

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: abuse of power, gaslighting, unethical medicine, intentional bad medical advice (leaving kegel balls in for extended periods can actually fatigue your muscles and damage them; any company suggesting you do this instead of actual exercises is working from pseudoscience. If it’s your kink to leave ‘em in a long time go ham or whatever… just know the risks), smut, dubcon, overstimulation, painful fingering, painful sex, mating press but no talk of actual breeding

Info: gn afab reader

Your physical therapists had recommended you start using kegel balls— “it’ll help with your mood and disgestion!” Said one. “It’s a great workout, helps keep you healthy,” nodded the second. The last insinuated it would improve your sex life— as if you’d had sex with anyone but the three of them since you started visiting their office.

None of them had really explained how you were supposed to use them, so you figured your best bet would be to ask Marcus. The other two would insist on “showing you how to use them,” and you’d just end up fucked out in one of their offices again. When you asked, he just laughed a little and pushed up his glasses, typing away at his computer and not sparing a glance, as if you should already know the answer.

“You lube it up, with as little lube as possible, and slide it into the vaginal canal. Then, it should rest rather comfortably near your cervix, much as a tampon might. After that, you just let it stay there for a few hours while you go about your day. Your pelvic floor muscles will contract as you go about your day.”

“Oh…” you feel your face burning. “Is that… it, then?”

“Mm?” Marcus finally glances up at you. “Yeah? You shouldn’t keep them in for longer than eight hours at a time. And if you think the ones we’ll be sending you home with are too big, or you experience any pain or unusual discharge, come back in right away.”

~~~

You made it a few days. The feeling was strange, though not unpleasant— at first. You could feel it inside you as you walked around, though if you ignored it the feeling began to fade. You did notice yourself squirming a bit more, finding it harder to get comfortable. You felt… full in a way you hadn’t before. Eating and drinking made the pressure in your gut all the more noticeable. You tried not to think about it too much, and took it out at the end of your day as instructed, even though the lack of a string to pull it by was a little difficult.

The second day, you had a little trouble inserting the ball, though not too much. You did notice a small ache as the day wore on, and that your underwear felt a little more… wet than usual. At the end of the day, though, you were able to take the ball out and relax.

You woke up hot and wet the third day. You felt a little tight, but the ball slipped in without much trouble. You couldn’t focus on anything, though. Your abdomen felt so tight and hot. You feared you might leak through your underwear, and had to come home early to try and compose yourself. But try as you might when you got home, you couldn’t get the kegel ball out. You’d gotten too tight, painfully so. Embarrassed and needier than you could remember being in a long while, you pulled your clothes back up and make your way to the clinic for Marcus’ help.

~~~

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on between your panicked expression and the sweat beading at your temples, even as you struggle to tell him what’s wrong. Marcus coaxes you to undress. You lay back on an exam table, and Marcus quickly dawns a sterile mask and a pair of gloves, spreading lube over his gloved fingers. You hiss and flinch away when his fingers ghost over your clit. You see Marcus’ glimmering eyes narrow over his mask.

“You kept that damn thing in for hours a day, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, you… told me to…”

Marcus’ eyebrows shoot up. “There’s no way… that’s far too long… your poor muscles must be so fatigued.”

He slides a finger inside you, eyebrows raising even a bit further when the tip of his finger meets the kegel ball still lodged inside you. “You couldn’t even get it out again… poor baby.”

He ignores your pained whines as he slides his finger in and out, adding a bit more lube to ease you. He doesn’t want to permanently injure you, after all… You tense and tear up as a second finger begins to slide in. Marcus shushes you, holding your hip with his other hand and brushing his thumb over the skin.

“You’ll be alright, we’ve just gotta open you up enough to pull it out.” He scissors his fingers gently, working you open. His eyes rove hungrily over your form, following the tears that drip from your eyes and devouring your pained expression like it’s a fine dessert. His pants feel much too tight.

Eventually, Marcus is able to grab the small ball and gently wiggle it free. You let out a sigh of relief and slump against the table when his hands leave you, and the ball thumps onto the table then clatters away onto the floor, forgotten as Marcus’ hands come back to spread you open to get a good look. Your folds are wet and puffy, much more than from the lube. Marcus twitches in his pants, fighting back a groan.

You tense again, wet eyes darting to him in surprise when you feel his finger testing your entrance again. “M-Marcus, please, it’s too—“

“Sore?” He interrupts. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t listen to me. And if I don’t massage out these muscles now, it’s only gonna feel worse on down the line.”

You whine, turning your face to the side as Marcus slides that finger deeper inside and slides his mask down with his other hand. He kisses your cheek, tasting the tear tracks there. You shut your eyes and nod. It’s all you can do.

Your muscles are just too tight, clenching painfully around around his thick fingers as he works them inside. He spreads you apart a little bit more, keeping up the pretense of helping to relieve the ache in your core, before his fingers find that sensitive spot inside you. You jolt at the feeling, a lightning bolt of strained pleasure that has you gritting your teeth through the stars in your vision.

Marcus shushes you as you pant and groan at the strange feeling building in your gut, his fingers working that spot ever more harshly. He reassures you that everything’s going to be okay. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, strokes your hip with his free hand. It’s the most painful orgasm you’ve ever felt, but the relief that follows as you gush around his fingers is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You go boneless against the exam table, covering your face and willing your heart to calm down.

Marcus’ fingers still, but only for a moment. He curls them again right before you can catch your breath.

“M-Marcus, no, it hurts, I can’t-”

He curls his fingers harder, breathing in your pained whine as his lips ghost over yours.

“I’ll help you feel better, but you need to relax.”

“I can’t,” you sob.

“You can,” he insists. “Be good and let me help you.”

You sob harder, finding yourself nodding again, relinquishing control over yourself as you let him work you over on his fingers again and again. You feel so tired, so achy, the burning pleasure rubbing your nerves raw like sandpaper.

Marcus relishes in your cries, making you cum twice, then thrice, before losing patience and slipping his scrubs down to rub his cock against you. You jolt and cry out even louder as his tip brushes over your clit. Marcus bites his lip, fighting back a groan at the sight. You look so pretty, tear-stained and incoherent.

He can’t help running his hands up the backs of your thighs, slick with sweat, and pressing them firmly against your chest as he slides in. Marcus stays still for a moment, savoring how hot and wet you are. You’re so tight that every twitch of him inside you makes you gasp with the discomfort. He knows you’re only going to be more sore in the morning. The thought of taking care of you, so weak and helpless, only makes him twitch even harder, moaning against the shell of your ear.

[abarbaricyalp]

If you can combo 5,6, 30 intimacy for Sam and Bucky... Thank you

5: holding hands, kissing the back of it 6: kissing the tip of their nose 30: being protective Not gonna lie, I had difficulty imagining them being in a situation where they'd be kissing each other's hands and noses while also needing to be protective 😅 I know this is probably not what you had in mind, but it would not leave my mind.

All things considered, a cave behind a waterfall was pretty damn romantic. Bucky had found the cave. The dinosaurs they were hiding from, were not his fault. He should get all the points for the romanticism and lose nothing for the dinosaurs.

"Let me see your hand," he said, scooting closer to where Sam was washing his hand off in the waterfall. They should stay away from it. Who knew what kind of vision dinosaurs had. Sure, he'd been obsessed with them as kids, but he was pretty sure dinosaurs were one of those things that books in the 20s had been wrong about.

Sam held out his hand without complaint, which was a small miracle. "I cut it while we were climbing," he explained. He sucked in a sharp breath as Bucky put his thumbs on either side of the gash in his palm. "It's pretty deep."

Bucky nodded in agreement. For the first time in this whole forsaken night, the fact that they weren't in battle gear was actually helpful. He tore off the hem of his shirt and tied it around the middle of Sam's hand. It was not remotely sterile, but he couldn't really do anything about that. This would at least keep him from bleeding so badly and maybe keep dirt from getting in easily.

Sam stared at his hand, cupped gently in both of Bucky's and then let out a short laugh. "Oh my God, we look like a stupid action movie."

Bucky thought they looked like stupid action movies pretty regularly, but he figured Sam meant an action adventure movie. One of those ones with jungles and cargo crates and giant monsters, ancient runes and lost cities. Impossible feats of strength, like jumping over a ratty bridge or climbing up the side of a ship in the middle of a storm or hanging out of the blown out window of a two-seater plane. Probably based on a video game or some other existing IP.

"Those don't usually start in the middle of dinner at a local pasta place," Bucky pointed out. "We didn't even get our second glass of wine."

"It was good wine. Congrats on recognizing that. I'll make you a cultured man in no time." Sam started to pull his hand back, started to make to get to his feet.

Bucky curled his fingers around Sam's, up high, away from the cut. Sam settled back on the rocky ground with a raised eyebrow. "We can't wait around for someone to throw another temporal displacement bomb at us, Buck," he pointed out. "We've gotta figure out a way out of here."

"I know," Bucky accepted, though he kind of didn't think it'd be that easy. Without any reinforcements, without any gear of their own, what the hell were they going to do? Use their cells to call for help? He doubted that even the Kimoyo beads could traverse millions of years. And no one knew where they were, or were expecting them some other place. They wouldn't be missed until something else exploded or they missed the next call-out. It had been a long time since Bucky had felt helpless--he could force his body to extremes unheard of to survive, to protect Sam--but being chased by a dinosaur he couldn't name through forest growth so dense and thick and large the sun didn't reach the ground and then being forced to climb a cliff face so new every rock was rough and unpolished had just about wrung out the hope from him.

"I just..." He hesitated for a second, then brought Sam's hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss over the bandage on his palm, then turned Sam's hand over to kiss his scrapped up knuckles. "Just wanna make sure you're okay before we get back to adventuring."

Sam's face softened. He put his other hand to Bucky's cheek, thumb brushing over the crooked prop of it midway down where he'd been hit by a falling rock earlier. "I'm okay, Buck. Eventually, we'll have to add lizards to our list."

"What list?" Bucky asked, shaken from his deepening, pooling panic. Back to the world of a beautiful waterfall and dappled sunlight just for a second.

"Androids, aliens, and wizards."

The force with which Bucky rolled his eyes was enough to skyrocket the blooming headache snaking through his brain. "You can't say wizards and lizards in the same stupid catchphrase."

"Sure I can," Sam scoffed. "We're fighting morons who call themselves the Serpent Society. I think we need to add lizards."

"Just accept that you and I do not fight wizards that often," Bucky insisted.

"We fight wizards plenty."

"When, Sam? When do we ever fight wizards?"

"Loki," Sam said.

"Loki is a god. Apparently. And neither us ever fought him."

Sam reached over then, hands on either side of Bucky's face, and realigned his nose with an audible crack of cartilage snapping back into place.

Bucky had been led to believe by countless sci-fi books and his favorite modern movie that dinosaurs hunted by sound because their eyesight was bad. This was the only reason he did not howl with indignant pain and anger. He smacked his hands up against his own face--which did not make anything feel better--and glared at Sam--the effect of which was lessened by the tears that had naturally sprung to his eyes.

"Asshole," he ground out. "I told you it would set itself. The serum always puts things back where they belong."

"I couldn't stand looking at it anymore," Sam defended. "And it was making your voice sound weird. Move your hands." He batted Bucky's hands away and examined the line of his nose, then the full effect of his face. "Right as rain. Stop being a baby." He leaned forward and kissed either side of Bucky's nose, then the bruised bridge of it, then brushed the tip of his nose against Bucky's in apology.

Fine, that was enough to sate Bucky. He brushed his nose against Sam's again before leaning back against the cave wall. "How are we gonna get out of this one, Sam?" he asked.

Sam adjusted to sit beside him, grimacing as rough rock bit into his shoulders and back. "I don't know. Do you think the temporal imbalance will still be where we came in at? It disrupts the fabric of time and reality, right?"

"I don't think anything at all about this shit. I just call Strange and tune him out when he gets bitchy."

"So, all the time," Sam surmised with a tired, but affectionate, grin.

"Yeah, kind of," Bucky admitted. He dropped his arm around Sam's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Do you know anything about dinosaurs?"

"Not really," Sam admitted himself. "I missed both boys' dinosaur phases."

"Do you think they're, like, diurnal?" Bucky ventured.

"No idea. There had to have been some nocturnal ones, right?"

"Yeah, but probably not the big ones."

Sam's eyebrows rose in thought. "They're all big, but I guess that kind of makes sense. So, what did you have on you for our date night?"

Bucky looked at Sam with a little bit of an abashed look. "Don't make it sound like I wore a tac belt," he muttered. "I just have a few knives. Didn't even have a gun in my jacket. Wherever that is now. I don't think a handful of combat knives are going to help us out here."

Sam had retrieved his own knife and flipped it around in his fingers. Each time the sharp side passed over the pads, it made an low scratching sound. Sam didn't need Bucky to tell him to take care of his shit and clearly he did it well. It still wasn't going to help.

"The only thing we can try is looking for that temporal weakness," Sam decided. "And the longer we wait, the more likely it is to close."

"I'm gonna tell Torres you had no faith in his ability to find us," Bucky threatened emptily.

"I don't think he'd blame me," Sam assured. He stood, then offered his hand down to Bucky to haul him up. "Hopefully we'll be able to tell when something big is coming at us. We didn't recognize the sound last time because we weren't prepared. Now we know what we're up against."

Bucky nodded. "Stay close to me, alright? Vibranium is still stronger than dinosaur teeth."

"Your arm is the size of their toothpicks, Buck," Sam pointed out, but he let Bucky take the lead.

Bucky half expected something to be waiting for them as they came through the water. They had to get into it to get back to the cliff face and all he did was hope there was nothing flesh eating in the water. Large or otherwise.

But there was nothing waiting for them and nothing eating them. A win all around.

The water helped wash away some of the grime and blood though, which was nice. Bucky had no idea if dinosaurs had acute olfactory systems, but he imagined smelling like the landscape and not unknown human should help. Besides, he thought better when he wasn't disgusting.

The climb down was a different kind of difficult from the climb up. Gravity was useful, but neither of them could see what they were doing and Sam kept managing to put his foot down on Bucky's fingers.

"I'm usually flying," Sam pointed out in a hiss while Bucky pulled out some ancient foul language on him. "I don't have to climb."

Impossibly, they managed to get to the ground without dying. The landscape they'd been dropped into was wetter and greener than Bucky had been expecting. There was foliage and trees and the cliffs provided run off that snaked around in thin streams. It had been a mad dash earlier to find shelter, so Bucky hadn't been able to examine their current prison. He wasn't sure what the safest route-of-action would be.

Sam kept looking up at the trees, but he evidently wasn't finding what he was looking for because he kept walking with a grunt.

"I don't think we should risk eating anything yet," Bucky called over to him, jogging a little to catch up. "That should really be a last ditch effort. Like...you should eat me before you eat something you find here."

Sam's nose scrunched in abject disgust. "I'm not eating you. I'm not looking for food," he added. "I'm looking for birds."

"Why?" Bucky asked. "I don't think birds existed back here. They're all, like, pterodactyls."

"Pterodactyls aren't the closest relatives to birds," Sam corrected. "I mean, like, birds are the closest living relative to pterodactyls, but not the other way around."

"Why are you looking for birds?" Bucky redirected. Because he kind of didn't care about living relatives when they were stuck with the old version.

"Because I--" Sam stopped suddenly, just on the other side of an opening in the tree line. "Buck," he warned so quietly Bucky almost couldn't hear him. Bucky pushed away the safety bar arm that had gone out in front of him so he could stand by Sam.

In the clearing, there was a whole entire T-fucking-rex.

There were lots of times Bucky's thinking brain shut down in favor of his fighting brain. Back in the war, he'd always felt like something else took over his body and moved it around like the worlds most skilled marionette. Since breaking Hydra's conditioning, he'd felt the Soldier settle into his skin during difficult fights.

Coming face to face with a real fucking T-rex, huddled like the world's largest chicken over a nest, had about every dissociative disorder filling Bucky's bones and muscle and soul and hollow spots. He put himself in front of Sam immediately, pushing Sam back so that he'd have a head start on the running.

The dinosaur was tense, but hadn't stood. Bucky had a cat. He knew that look. He knew that not standing didn't mean anything for a predator with power. It was watching them intently. Buck felt like he couldn't move.

"Sam, run," he whispered, pushing at Sam's hip again. "I'll distract it. You need to get back to the cliff."

"Shut up," Sam whispered back. "Just...just let me think. Give me a second."

The T-rex crouched. Terror punched through Bucky like a real object. He almost got sick with it. "Sam, please," he begged. "Get out of here."

"Hey," Sam said. Loudly. Bucky jumped and looked at him with wild desperation. "We're not here to hurt you or those eggs," he said. "We didn't mean to walk this way."

The T-rex cocked its huge head. It blinked, the way lizards did, which was uncanny. And then, for some reason, it settled back down.

"What the fuck is happening?" Bucky whispered.

"I'm saving your life," Sam answered. To the T-rex, he added, "Are there others around? We could use some help."

The T-rex bellowed. It wasn't like in Jurassic Park. It was...deeper. Fuller. Not so metal-on-metal reverb screeching. It was still damn terrifying and Bucky yelped a little. "What the fuck, Sam?" he hissed.

"T-rex is one of the closest relatives to birds. I can talk to birds, ergo I can talk to dinosaurs," Sam explained like that made any sense.

"What the hell do you mean you can talk to birds? Did it just call another T-rex over here?"

"Actually, she called the other one to some other spot. She wouldn't want it near her nest. We have to go meet it."

"Like hell," Bucky objected.

"Do you want to make this trek on foot again? How did that turn out for us last time?"

"What do you mean you can talk to birds?" Bucky repeated.

"Thank you very much," Sam said to the dinosaur. "And sorry again." He ducked back into the tree line and pulled Bucky with him. "I'll explain later. Right now I need to focus. It's not the same as with birds. I'm having to think a lot more here."

"Did you drink the water? Are you having hallucinations? Hell, am I?"

Sam pinned an unimpressed look on him. "Let's just get going before she changes her mind," he said blandly.

Not for the first time that afternoon, Bucky wondered what the hell his life was.

[jaybug-jabbers]

Just some notes I am making for myself!!

Isopod Shopping List:

✔️ Glass aquarium/vivarium (ensure lid has fine mesh to keep out pests; a lid that's partially glass will make it easier to maintain humidity)

✔️ Humidity gauge/thermometer (50-60%, 70-85 degrees F)

✔️ Bark 'hides' and (safe) decorative pieces; cork bark is common

✔️ Squirt bottle for misting

✔️ Substrate (common ones: topsoil, coco fiber, coco chips, sand, charcoal, small pieces of bark/wood, sphagnum moss; the moss helps retain moisture and thus is handy but don't use too much; ensure the soil used has no fertilizer beads or other 'extras' in it):

✔️ Topsoil/Potting Soil

✔️ Worm castings

✔️ Fir Bark Chips

✔️ Charcoal

✔️ Sphagnum Moss

✔️ Dead leaves (primary food source; some people boil or bake them to sterilize but others don't; a variety of leaf types will work; some commonly used ones include maple, oak, birch, elm, cottonwood, etc; thinner leaves and older, more 'rotten' leaves are tastiest to them, but be sure to inspect for mold or hitchhikers; provide plenty of leaves in a layer over the whole tank)

Additional dead organic matter can include seed pods such as magnolia pods, lichen, or other goodies

✔️ Nutrient-rich foods (secondary food source; a variety of things can be used including fish flakes, dried bloodworms, dried shrimp, small pieces of produce scraps, specialized products such as Repashy Morning Wood and Repashy Bug Burger, etc) to be provided in very small amounts that can be eaten quickly and any excess removed before it molds; experiment to see how long it takes for them to consume it and what they prefer to eat

✔️ Cuttlebone (broken up) may be provided if desired for extra calcium

Springtails may be added to help control mold and pests

Isopod Care Notes:

Some keepers have a 'damp' side and a 'drier' side to allow the isopods to regulate their own preferences; sphagnum moss works good for the damp side, and situate a vent by the dry side if possible

Heat should not be needed unless your room is especially cool

Most keepers prefer deep substrate for the isopods to burrow, but some prefer shallower substrate so they can keep track of their stock better (they use a compacted substrate layer and place a looser, shallower burrowing layer on top)

Substrate does not need to be changed often but every few months is a good idea to refresh its nutrients and remove excess frass & ammonia buildup

Exact environmental preferences will depend on the species of isopod; while their needs are often very similar it's important to always double-check about your exact species

Isopods will reproduce readily (females carry the eggs in their bodies and will give 'birth' to live isopods) and the little babbies (mancae) start off very teeny so be careful when you're cleaning

Invert keepers have bred a TON of varieties of isopods, at differing 'difficulty' and price levels; make sure you are purchasing isopods that have been bred in captivity and not poached from the wild; and obviously never release pets into the wild

Some Beginner Isopods & Pretty Color Morphs:

Armadillidium nasatum (Nosy Pillbug): Peach, Orange, White Out/Pearl

Armadillidium vulgare (Roly-Poly): Orange Vigor, St. Lucia, Magic Potion

Porcellio scaber (Rough Woodlouse): Dalmation, Orange Koi, Lava

Porcellio laevis (Swift Woodlouse): Dairy Cow

Cubaris murina (Little Sea Isopod): Anemone, Glacier

Questions for Sellers:

Opinions on enclosures, especially with regards to maintaining proper moisture and airflow

Opinions on where to safely collect leaf litter (esp this time of year), boiling to sterilize (potential nutrition loss)

Species

Where do you get your isopods?

[taking-thyme]

I find it so funny that I’m like “I’m not a good witch, I barely even meditate, nothing spiritual going on here” meanwhile I have supernatural things happen to me constantly but I still don’t think anything of it. I’m like if Shane Madej was a witch 🤦‍♀️

Like seriously, here’s a list of all the supernatural shit that’s happened to me so far:

I once started sobbing with worry because it was November and there wasn’t any snow yet, and not 5 minutes later did a blizzard begin. There was no snow on the forecast (hence the crying). My siblings still call me “the snow witch” after this incident 

I was joking about Satan at school one day and my nose immediately started bleeding. I told my history teacher and he absolutely freaked out and accused me of being a demon

My sister’s Godmother’s prayer rope (basically an Orthodox Rosary) exploded for no reason. It was just hanging on a hook, nothing touched it, and then I heard a “POP” and beads went around the room as the prayer rope lay in pieces on my desk. I cannot stress enough how literally nothing was touching it or anything. I just said “wow I must be haunted” and carried on with my day

I once had a dream where I actually hit the ground after falling. Apparently old wives tales say that if you hit the ground during a falling dream you actually die. Who knows, maybe I am dead and Purgatory is just Earth but worse?

I asked the Universe for a sign on what to do while walking home, disgruntled after a day of doing nothing, and immediately a Dove erupted out of a nearby tree fighting off a Crow. That’s an omen if I’ve ever seen one

I’m a pagan witch who works with Apollo, Thor and Odin. I once had a very important dream where I was speaking with Odin and Thor, but unfortunately I can’t remember what they said to me. I’m just so amazed that I actually had a dream about them

Also, on the note about working with Apollo, there are TONS of crows and ravens in my neighborhood and I always say "Hi Apollo" whenever I see them. In a tarot reading about which deity to work with, The Sun card flung itself out of the pile and I was like "Okaayyy, Apollo it is!"

I was listening to a Tarot reading once and the reader went “I feel like the name Gigi or Cici is important” and I literally had to stand up and pace because my deceased Great Grandmother’s name was Gigi. A couple days later I was talking about her with my Mom and she mentioned redoing some of Gigi’s old craft projects, and I heard a woman say “Don’t mess with my stuff”.. So apparently Gigi is some sort of ghost or spirit guide 

I frequently see shadowy humanoid figures in my peripheral vision, but when I turn to greet them nobody’s there. While I do wear glasses, I’ve gotten my eyesight checked for anything that could be causing these figures and have gotten nothing. The figures are sometimes very detailed, with clothes and eyes, but once again, one look and nothing was ever there. I sometimes wonder if I’m seeing ghosts or something. 

My mother was declared reproductively sterile before giving birth to me and my 3 older siblings. Yet more evidence that I’m secretly a demon

That time a faerie ring popped up in my backyard. Our garden has flourished effortlessly every year since. 

As a witch, the first spell I ever performed was a healing spell. My friend was sick with Crohn's Disease and was bed bound at the hospital for a while, so I got his permission to do a healing spell to try and make him feel better. Not 30 minutes after the spell was complete did I get a text from him saying he felt a lot better and that it must've worked. He was also allowed to go home a few days later. 

I have a really good sense of Intuition, to the point where I can feel when it’s going to rain or snow before it actually does. I was on a walk with my Mom once, and I told her we shouldn’t go down that path because there would be snakes. She said that’s ridiculous, but not 5 minutes later, she just goes “Damn you, child” as a snake slides past her foot. I still haven’t let her live that down. 

Conclusion: I may be the Witch version of a Disney Princess. If I ever randomly stop posting, assume I've been whisked away on a magical adventure, please and thank you.

[boricuacherry-blog]

I looked into the potholes to see if luck was embedded in any of them, and was struck to see a silver dollar nestled in a crack. I felt like an ant striking a goldmine. The thought of being pilloried by my coworkers, though, for using this as an excuse for being late struck me as ironic. Weren't they the ants always looking for a payday? I decided to just not go, and instead stay where I was. Would luck find me again? I sat right where I had found the silver dollar, right on the pavement, in front of a neatly manicured lawn. On the lawn stood a home with frilly curtains and glass windows with a ledge that a black cat was sleeping on. The house looked like Martha Stewart with frumpy clothing. I couldn't stop staring at the house. Aside from being painted an off-white eggshell color, there was nothing Promethean about the paint choice. It did, however, look exactly how I imagined Martha Stewart would look like if she was a house. A face appeared in the window the more I stared. I realized the windows were slightly tinted and a woman, presumably the owner of the house, had been staring right back at me the whole time. I waved, and as I did so, the Martha Stewart lookalike house regurgitated a stout woman with a raven colored page boy haircut and freckles that looked as if Jackson Pollack had splattered them on her. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. I realized she was yawning. She had a robin blue teapot clutched in her thick gnarled fingers that reminded me of tree branches, and she stared at me with these saucerpan pupils the color of a cat's eye stone. They reminded me of 8balls sliding around in a hole. She kept staring at me, but didn't say anything. To be fair, I didn't either. We both stared at each other for God knows how long - me with the silver dollar, her with the teapot. I realized that she was going to win this staring contest when I inadvertently blinked. She sighed again. She beckoned me to come in. I entered the Martha Stewart house, and it didn't look anything like I had imagined. It wasn't sterile or organized, it was a haphazard wasteland of distorted mirrors and miniature figurines and dolls scattered over dated newspapers. Dishes were piled up in the sink and there was a curtain of stringed beads leading into the bedroom, which was in even more disarray. The rooms seemed to get bigger the more I followed. Giant teddy bears with button eyes were staring placidly as their stuffing spilled out in all directions. The house itself, prim and proper on the outside, was like a clown car on the inside, coughing up more and more objects, rooms, and entryways than I even thought possible. I began to wonder if I should have gone to work after all.

[rabbitcruiser]

Pierce Your Ears Day

We celebrate Pierce Your Ears Day on September 2 every year. This holiday spreads awareness about ear piercing, including the ritual and historical aspects of this body modification. It is one of the things practiced by people worldwide for various reasons. Some do it as a fashion statement; others do it to honor their ancestors. Many do it on a whim because it sounded like a clever idea at the time. Regardless of the motivation, ear piercing has been part of human history for a long time. People of different races, backgrounds, and genders have pierced their ears for millennia.

HISTORY OF PIERCE YOUR EARS DAY

Pierce Your Ears Day is celebrated on September 2 each year. This is the day to remember where ear piercing comes from and maybe even get your ears pierced! For thousands of years, human beings have practiced ear piercing. The Samburu warriors of Kenya pierced their ears with large ivory plugs to signify their toughness and bravery. The Egyptians and Romans wore gold earrings as a status symbol to display their wealth. Ancient murals in Persia depict warriors with pierced ears. Native American people often wore earrings made of bone, glass beads, and colorful feathers.

Earrings have always been popular for various reasons. Some civilizations wore them as mere decorations, while others reserved them for spiritual leaders who used them as charms. Sailors wore earrings in one or both ears as a sign that they had traveled far and wide on the high seas. In 16th Century Europe, noblemen who served in the King’s court had pierced ears. The punk movement that gripped the Western world in the 1960s and 1970s led to many youths getting ear piercings, much to the dismay of their conservative parents. Today it is highly fashionable to have your ears pierced; parents even have their babies’ ears pierced at six months or younger. It is unlikely that there is any country where ear piercings are not commonplace.

Ear piercing techniques have come a long way from the old, rudimentary methods. The process is much safer and healthier now. There is little risk of infection or mutilation. That is if you go to a competent, qualified professional. Almost every tattoo parlor offers ear piercing services, and many chemists do it too. It is quick and completely harmless when performed in a sterile environment.

PIERCE YOUR EARS DAY TIMELINE

3000 B.C. Earliest Known Occurrence of Ear Piercing

The mummy of Ötzi the Iceman, a man who lived around 3000 B.C., is found with ear piercings.

1300 B.C. Egyptian Ear Piercings

Evidence of Egyptians piercing their ears is shown in King Tut’s mummy, which had elaborate gold earrings.

44 B.C. Roman Men and Women Pierce Their Ears

Julius Caesar makes gold earrings popular again.

1500 A.D. Ear Piercing in the Renaissance Era

Upper-class gentlemen in Renaissance-era England sport earrings made of gold, pearl, or stone.

PIERCE YOUR EARS DAY FAQS

When can you pierce your baby’s ears?

Although you can pierce your baby’s ears anytime, research shows that the best age is at two months, which coincides with the baby getting their first round of vaccinations.

Can you shower after getting pierced?

If the piercings are recent, you won’t have to take them out when showering. Showers clean out any crust or debris, which helps the healing process.

Should you rotate your ear piercing?

There is no need to do this. It could damage healing spots and may even lead to scarring or infection. However, if the professional who did your piercing recommends it, it may be a good idea to listen to their advice.

PIERCE YOUR EARS DAY ACTIVITIES

Get your ears pierced

What better way to celebrate Pierce Your Ears Day than getting your ears pierced? You can go for a modest stud or a more eye-catching design. The options are limitless.

Educate others on ear piercing

Pierce Your Ears Day is the perfect time to spread awareness about ear piercing. Teach others about the history of ear piercing and how to do it safely.

Learn about ear piercings in different cultures

The details we’ve mentioned in this article are a good start, but there’s so much more to learn about piercings through different periods and across different cultures. Pierce Your Ears Day is a great time to start.

5 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT EAR PIERCINGS

Ear piercings were good luck charms

Sailors believed ear piercings were good luck charms and kept them safe while at sea.

William Shakespeare wore earrings

Shakespeare wore gold earrings, as did Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh.

Ear piercing wasn’t popular in the West

It wasn’t until the 1900s that ear piercings became widely popular in the Western world.

Clip-on earrings were more popular

During the 1920s and up to the 1950s, Americans preferred clip-on earrings to traditional ones.

Ear piercings weren’t always considered effeminate

Many patriarchal warrior communities had men who pierced their ears.

WHY WE LOVE PIERCE YOUR EARS DAY

It celebrates body modification

Ear piercing is a long-standing tradition of body modification in cultures worldwide. Pierce Your Ears Day commemorates this history.

It shows pride for piercings

Pierced ears are a fashion statement that we can feel proud of on this day. And we get to share this experience with others who also like to get their ears pierced.

It demystifies ear piercing

Many people still have reservations about ear piercings. Holidays like this one help spread awareness about the origins of ear piercing and its role in different cultures.

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[tirupatidental]

Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer

Title: Innovative Sterilization with Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer: A Paradigm Shift in Disinfection Technology

Introduction

In the ever-evolving landscape of sterilization technology, the Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer has emerged as a game-changer. Combining efficiency with simplicity, this device has redefined the standards of disinfection in various industries. As the world grapples with the need for effective sterilization methods, Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer stands out as a beacon of innovation.

Mechanism of Action

At the heart of Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer’s efficacy lies its unique mechanism. The device utilizes glass beads as a medium for sterilization. These beads, heated to a high temperature, create an environment where microorganisms are rapidly eliminated. This dry heat method ensures that the sterilization process is not only swift but also residue-free, addressing concerns about chemical residues common in other sterilization methods.

Versatility Across Industries

One of the standout features of Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer is its versatility. From medical and laboratory equipment to beauty and tattoo tools, this device caters to a wide range of industries. Its adaptability makes it an indispensable tool in settings where maintaining a sterile environment is paramount. The medical field, research laboratories, and beauty salons alike benefit from the efficiency of Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer.

User-Friendly Design

Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer takes user convenience to the forefront. Its user-friendly design ensures that operators, regardless of their expertise, can utilize the device with ease. The straightforward controls and swift sterilization process make it an ideal choice for busy professionals who seek efficiency without compromising on the quality of sterilization.

Cost-Effectiveness

In an era where cost-effectiveness is a key consideration for businesses, Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer stands out as an economical choice. The device’s low operational costs, coupled with its long-lasting performance, make it a financially prudent investment for institutions and businesses looking to maintain high standards of sterilization without breaking the bank.

Environmental Friendliness

Beyond its functionality, Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer also aligns with the growing emphasis on environmental sustainability. Unlike some traditional sterilization methods that may involve the use of harmful chemicals, this device relies on dry heat, eliminating the need for potentially hazardous substances. The eco-friendly approach of Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer resonates with institutions striving to reduce their environmental footprint.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer has redefined the landscape of sterilization technology. Its unique mechanism, versatility, user-friendly design, cost-effectiveness, and environmental friendliness make it a standout choice for a diverse array of industries. As the world continues to prioritize safety and cleanliness, the Tirupati Glass Bead Sterilizer emerges as a beacon of innovation, offering a reliable and efficient solution to the evolving challenges of sterilization.

[labotronicsscientific]

Glass Bead Sterilizer

[thalkonwrites]

Chapter One

The room was bright.

Hell, all of the rooms were bright. 

… 

Every. Single. ROOM in this God forsaken building was colored a nauseating sterile white. 

…

Rarely was there a color change, and if there was… 

I fought back the shudder that threatened to run up my spine from the unwelcome thought. 

I couldn’t show any signs of weakness. 

Weakness meant fear, and fear meant failure. 

And failure… 

…

…

meant death…

Not that that had worked out well for me before.

My spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a soft beeping sound followed by the whirring of gears from inside the wall. My eyes darted to the left without moving my head, there was a door in the wall that wasn’t visible to the unknowing. 

I and two other girls had been brought into this room through that door. It wasn’t completely invisible to us either. Our eyes were good enough that we could make out the miniscule crack that was the doorway when the door was closed. 

Keeping myself facing forward, I felt the other two girls' eyes dart towards the same wall mine had. We were always in-sync with each other. Rarely was there a time that one of us didn’t know what the other was doing. But that was just the way it was. The three of us were always together. 

Our programming demanded it. 

We were called “The Fates” by the others here.

They were terrified to utter our names, fearing that if they did they would be our next targets. With that fear, brought around the nicknames that the three of us ended up going by. 

My attention was brought back to the present as a man in a white coat entered the room holding a pen and clipboard. He was part of the group that we had nicknamed “The Pokies'' or “Pokies” for short. They were the ones in charge of the facility we lived in. Which seemed to give them the excuse to use us as pin cushions. 

The scars on my arms were proof of that. 

This one was younger than the other pokies wandering the halls. Nothing was very distinctive about his appearance, but all of the pokies began to look the same after a while. This one wore thick lensed glasses, his brown hair falling over the rims, beginning to hide his eyes. 

He seemed nervous. 

This made me wonder which stories about us were currently circulating the facility. We weren’t always close to the others, because of some of my… defects, so we weren’t always in on what “legends” were being told. 

The pokie checked over his clipboard, looking warily towards us. His eyes darted back and forth from us to his clipboard then back again. Occasionally, he glanced towards where the door would be, his thoughts racing as he slowly realized how under qualified he was to be in the same room as us. 

He was new.  

That was easy to see. 

He appeared to be a test for us, and he was clearly regretting agreeing to it. 

We stood in a row, staring straight ahead, shoulders back, no sign of a smile anywhere on our faces… my only and closest friends here on either side of me. 

Our faces portrayed years of patience training, our backs facing the wall, keeping ourselves at attention as the man continued to nervously glance from his clipboard to us and back again. It was probably the stillest this pokie had ever seen three nine-year-old girls stand.

We stared ahead, obediently waiting for our testing to begin. 

It wasn’t long before I was aware of a warm feeling creeping into my stomach. The man’s racing thoughts had dulled the sensation earlier. Now that I had been able to push most of his thoughts out of my head, I realized that the feeling had started a little before he had walked into the room. But now the sensation was even stronger. 

My heart clenched as I felt the rush of adrenaline surge through my body. 

This pokie wasn’t experienced enough to know how to hide his fear from me, and it was giving me sharp feelings of euphoria. Which was a problem…

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I attempted to ignore the sensation. Giving it attention would only put me more on edge, and more likely to act out. 

The warmth moved through my veins, making my arms tingle from the lack of movement. In a desperate attempt to distract myself, I started thinking about my timeline here. It was something I did to try and keep my days straight, and to help myself focus on things when I was feeling overwhelmed. I went from the few things I remembered of how I arrived here, the different tests I’ve gone through and finally on how I had lost my voice. 

Not the best memory to be thinking of, but it was a distraction. 

I remembered the whole thing in excruciating detail, I had only been semi unconscious during the procedure. It had been terrifying to suddenly be unable to talk. It made me thankful for being a psychic, except for the side effect of picking up on others’ emotions. 

Fear was the easiest emotion for me to pick up on. Heck, I was constantly surrounded by it. There was no plausible reason that I wouldn’t be able to identify fear from any other emotion first. 

This ability to “eat fear”, as my friends and I called it, was one of several abilities that had been given to me while living in this facility.

Eating fear was exactly like it sounded. My body processed the emotion and in response I was given energy. Unfortunately, the energy needed to be released almost immediately or I could black out and hurt people. The pokies had found that out the hard way. 

I smiled internally at that thought. 

It didn’t take long for the pokies to figure out how to use my "excess energy". That was when they started sending me on missions. 

Those didn’t start out well…

After the first failed mission, the pokies realized I had to be with the other two Fates for anything to be accomplished correctly. 

“Let’s begin the assessment,” the pokie announced, having gathered his wits around him, looking towards me. 

My eyes narrowed on him as my attention came back to the present, making him shiver involuntarily. 

“Experiment five, step forward.”

I stepped forward, lightheadedness sweeping through my body as I moved closer to him. My attention briefly moved to the wall behind him, noticing as more fear and scrambled thoughts seemed to emit from there. 

Either this pokie had friends watching in fear for him, or this was a test of my limits. I pushed back the euphoria that filled my body with electricity, the hairs on my arms seemed to rise from the build up of energy. My heart beat faster as the adrenaline filled my veins. I waited to be instructed on what I was being assessed on first. My muscles burned from the lack of movement  as I stood at attention. Just as I had been trained. I needed something to release the tension before I became antsy. 

Everything he did seemed to make the waiting worse.

The tapping of his pen.

The nervous looks from his clipboard,

to me,

the clipboard,

...

the other two girls,

...

...

back to the clipboard,

...

the wall behind him,

...

back to the clipboard.

...

...

...

His breath seemed to come in short intervals, not gasping, but definitely a form of uncertainty.

“Blades,” he finally instructed, his voice seeming to warble at his demand.

I twirled my hand around, letting it drop limply towards the floor as I exposed my wrist. A hidden blade shot out of a slit in my skin that was otherwise invisible. The silver of the knife glinted in the harsh light of the room. 

The pokie seemed to be surprised at the length that had sprung out of my arm, taking a step back as it came to a stop. The blade measured nearly six inches from where it started from my wrist to its tip. I kept my focus on the pokie, not bothering to watch the blade slide back into my arm as I straightened my hand. The feeling of it returning to its place inside my arm was just as soothing as white noise to me. I let my arm fall to my side before raising my other arm and repeating the process. 

He nodded his head, attempting to swallow his fear, as he scribbled some notes on his clipboard. 

I inhaled through my nose, trying to calm my nerves. His fear stunk up the room. I could feel my pupils dilating from its vibrant essence. I’m sure I was beginning to look like an addict at this point.

The second hidden blade sheathed as I dropped my other arm, before rolling my shoulders, preparing myself for the next assessment. 

The pokie finished his notes then looked up at me, expectantly.

Why was this the test all of the newbies got excited about? I thought to myself in dismay.

“Wings," he barked out the word, barely able to contain his excitement, his eyes staring at me expectantly.

In my peripheral I could see the white feathered things that were constantly hugging my back as they extended to either side of me. 

My wings.

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[dentalneeds]

GLASS BEAD STERILIZER

[jadescientific]

A Complete Guide to Glassware Equipment: Beakers

Glassware equipment is a standard piece of equipment in lab settings. This is because glassware is reasonably affordable, quite sturdy, and provides certain levels of precision. The standard grade glass is helpful in various situations but cracks when exposed to rapid heating and cooling because of expansion and contraction.

Beakers are typically made of borosilicate glass. Borosilicate glass can withstand high-temperature changes because of its physical characteristics. This kind of glass can tolerate temperatures of up to 400° C., is chemically inert, and is simple to sterilize. Pyrex is one of the most well-known brand names for borosilicate glass. Beakers come in numerous types, such as griffin, berzelius, tricorner beakers, etc.

Metal or plastic can also be used to make beakers. Beakers made of plastic are lighter, easier to store, and never break. They are opaque and typically more expensive. Beakers have additional characteristics. Furthermore, lines are used to show the volume of beakers. These lines, however, are not intended for precise measurements; instead, they only indicate approximations of values. Beakers can also come with handles.

Uses of Glass Beakers

The glass equipment in the lab that is most frequently used is a beaker. These cylindrical objects have flat bottoms and typically contain a little beak or pouring spout. The diameter ranges from 20 to 230 millimeters. Beakers can stir, heat, mix, measure, or distribute liquids and come in various materials and sizes, from one milliliter to several liters.

Glass beakers typically feature heavier bottoms, thicker walls, and strengthened spouts and rims. They are made to endure longer and be safer.

Placement of Glass Beaker on a Hot Plate

Glass beakers are frequently handled on hot plates. A beaker is simple to place on a hot plate due to its flat bottom. On a hot plate, borosilicate glass beakers can be placed. That's because borosilicate glass can handle temperatures up to 400°C and resist extreme temperature swings.  

Types of Glass Beakers

Beakers often come in two varieties. These are referred to as low-form and tall-form beakers, respectively. Griffin beakers are another name for low-form beakers. Beakers such as griffin, berzelius, tricorner beakers etc, with low forms may feature handles for simple pouring. Because of their common form, these broad flat bottom beakers are perfect for heating on a hot plate.

Berzelius beakers are another name for tall form beakers. Their height and width are opposed. These beakers have a handle, a pouring spout, and tapering edges. The best beakers for titrations are taller ones.

Where to Purchase Glass Beakers

Beakers and other robust glassware equipment are available from Jade Scientific, Inc. The beakers have beaded tops, spouts for controlled liquid flow, and thick, homogeneous walls. Each one has marking areas and is simple to write on when labeling. They give the perfect amount of heat and mechanical stress. The beakers have a tolerance of +/- 5%.