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vividdiagnostic-123 · 11 months ago

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A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO CHOOSING THE BEST LAB FOR YOUR CHECK-UPS

Choosing the right diagnostic centre for your healthcare check-up is quite important. The accuracy of treatment depends on the results you get, so it’s vital to choose the right place. Here in this article, we will guide you through the aspects that you have to keep in mind while choosing a diagnostic centre for your healthcare needs. If you’re searching for the best lab in Kochi to get your full body check-up and other individual tests, Vivid Diagnostic Center is here to help you out.

Basic things to keep in mind while

choosing a diagnostic centre

Does The Centre Have Accreditation?

It’s quite important to consider the accreditation of a diagnostic centre before trusting it to be your go-to healthcare check-up centre. Check whether the center is ISO certified and whether it is recognized by the NABL -National Accreditation Board for Testing and Calibration Laboratories. If the lab is maintained according to NABL guidelines, then it can be trusted. Quality has become an important factor, after which the government has changed trade and industry policies post-liberalization

Vivid Diagnostic Centre is widely regarded as the best laboratory in Kochi, earning the trust of the community due to its exceptional service, accreditations, and credibility.

Accuracy of lab reports

Test reports play a crucial role in determining patients’ health conditions. A faulty evaluation can result in serious complications. So, focus on choosing a diagnostic centre that is known for the quality of its test reports. If you’re someone in search of the best lab in Kochi, Vivid Diagnostics will be the right place. The accuracy of the results depends on the efficiency of the types of equipment used. Therefore, it’s quite important to choose a diagnostic centre known for the quality of its test reports.

Timely delivery of reports

Since we visit diagnostic labs in times of healthcare need, it also becomes important for us to get the lab results on time and with accuracy. The accuracy of providing timely results also shows us the efficiency of the lab.

The Act of Service

Reliable customer service is what encourages patients to revisit the lab if needed for their healthcare check-ups. Customer service excellence implies a genuine concern for customers and a commitment to earning their trust. Keeping in touch with patients throughout the health check-up process and providing them with timely online result reports are integral aspects of this commitment. The tests should be done on an appointment basis, and everyone should be given individual attention.

Modern Technology

The best diagnostic centre will consist of well-equipped machines that incorporate modern technology. They ensure that the types of equipment used are well-advanced and provide accurate results.

Are the rates affordable?

Whatever your health concern, the diagnostic centre you’re visiting should be affordable for your convenience. Before visiting, compare prices with the nearest diagnostic centres. If you are checking for health check-up packages in Kochi, Vivid Diagnostic Centre is one of the best laboratories in Kochi

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vaidyaslaboratory · 11 months ago

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The Ultimate Guide to Full Body Checkup Prices in Mumbai

Discover comprehensive full-body checkup prices in Mumbai at Dr. Vaidya's Laboratory. Explore the Aarogya Vaidya package with 68 tests, home sample collection, and same-day reports. Prioritize your health with affordable yet quality health assessments and make informed decisions with our ultimate guide.

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boxhillsuperclinicaustralia · 1 year ago

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https://www.boxhillsuperclinic.com.au/services/pathology/

Pathology Home Service | Boxhillsuperclinic

Boxhillsuperclinic proudly announce Dorevitch Pathology as our partner in diagnostics pathology services and as a test/sample collection centre for BoxHill centre. You can call on 03 9899 8668, 03 9899 4818 or After Hours: 137 425. Searching for the best medical services from Box Hill Superclinic in Melbourne, Australia.

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nasa · 1 year ago

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Let's Explore a Metal-Rich Asteroid 🤘

Between Mars and Jupiter, there lies a unique, metal-rich asteroid named Psyche. Psyche’s special because it looks like it is part or all of the metallic interior of a planetesimal—an early planetary building block of our solar system. For the first time, we have the chance to visit a planetary core and possibly learn more about the turbulent history that created terrestrial planets.

Here are six things to know about the mission that’s a journey into the past: Psyche.

1. Psyche could help us learn more about the origins of our solar system.

After studying data from Earth-based radar and optical telescopes, scientists believe that Psyche collided with other large bodies in space and lost its outer rocky shell. This leads scientists to think that Psyche could have a metal-rich interior, which is a building block of a rocky planet. Since we can’t pierce the core of rocky planets like Mercury, Venus, Mars, and our home planet, Earth, Psyche offers us a window into how other planets are formed.

2. Psyche might be different than other objects in the solar system.

Rocks on Mars, Mercury, Venus, and Earth contain iron oxides. From afar, Psyche doesn’t seem to feature these chemical compounds, so it might have a different history of formation than other planets.

If the Psyche asteroid is leftover material from a planetary formation, scientists are excited to learn about the similarities and differences from other rocky planets. The asteroid might instead prove to be a never-before-seen solar system object. Either way, we’re prepared for the possibility of the unexpected!

3. Three science instruments and a gravity science investigation will be aboard the spacecraft.

The three instruments aboard will be a magnetometer, a gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer, and a multispectral imager. Here’s what each of them will do:

Magnetometer: Detect evidence of a magnetic field, which will tell us whether the asteroid formed from a planetary body

Gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer: Help us figure out what chemical elements Psyche is made of, and how it was formed

Multispectral imager: Gather and share information about the topography and mineral composition of Psyche

The gravity science investigation will allow scientists to determine the asteroid’s rotation, mass, and gravity field and to gain insight into the interior by analyzing the radio waves it communicates with. Then, scientists can measure how Psyche affects the spacecraft’s orbit.

4. The Psyche spacecraft will use a super-efficient propulsion system.

Psyche’s solar electric propulsion system harnesses energy from large solar arrays that convert sunlight into electricity, creating thrust. For the first time ever, we will be using Hall-effect thrusters in deep space.

5. This mission runs on collaboration.

To make this mission happen, we work together with universities, and industry and NASA to draw in resources and expertise.

NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory manages the mission and is responsible for system engineering, integration, and mission operations, while NASA’s Kennedy Space Center’s Launch Services Program manages launch operations and procured the SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket.

Working with Arizona State University (ASU) offers opportunities for students to train as future instrument or mission leads. Mission leader and Principal Investigator Lindy Elkins-Tanton is also based at ASU.

Finally, Maxar Technologies is a key commercial participant and delivered the main body of the spacecraft, as well as most of its engineering hardware systems.

6. You can be a part of the journey.

Everyone can find activities to get involved on the mission’s webpage. There's an annual internship to interpret the mission, capstone courses for undergraduate projects, and age-appropriate lessons, craft projects, and videos.

You can join us for a virtual launch experience, and, of course, you can watch the launch with us on Oct. 12, 2023, at 10:16 a.m. EDT!

For official news on the mission, follow us on social media and check out NASA’s and ASU’s Psyche websites.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

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cherry-holmes · 6 months ago

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REGRET

Part 1

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Credits of the gif on the image.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

Part 2

#javier peña fic #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal #fanfic #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #imagina javier peña #javier pena imagine #javier pena fic #javierpeña #javier pena narcos #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x female reader

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spyskrapbook · 6 months ago

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"Unité d’Habitation / La Cité Radieuse", 280 Boulevard Michelet, 13008, Marseille, France [1947-52] _ Architect: Le Corbusier _ Photos by: Spyros Kaprinis [25.05.2024].

"The building takes the form of a housing bar 135 metres long, 24 metres wide, 56 metres high and mounted on stilts. Three hundred and thirty apartments, divided into twenty-three different types, can accommodate a population of between 1,500 and 1,700 occupants having at their disposal on the seventh and eighth floors a shopping street and a hotel-restaurant, together with a kindergarten and sports facilities on the roof terrace. The constructive principle adopted, the so-called “bottle rack”, consists in building apartments inside an independent frame of posts and reinforced concrete beams. The apartments are made up of standard elements assembled on the site. All the apartments are dual-aspect, except those on the south side. A sun-break loggia provides an open-air facility at the same time as limiting exposure to sunlight. Protected by double glazing, the apartment interiors are subject to the two basic rules of naval and monastic architecture: rationalism and simplicity. The living room, open on two levels, is the nucleus of the family “home”; upstairs the parents’ room occupies the mezzanine. The kitchen is equipped like a laboratory: electric cooker, refrigerator, rubbish chute and storage racks. The entire apartment is fitted with racks replacing traditional storage. The ventilation of the kitchen, bathroom and toilets is mechanically operated, while the entire apartment is supplied with clean air by an air conditioning system. These facilities were not found in the low-cost collective housing units of the time, and the standard surface areas of the Unité d’Habitation are greater than these by between 40% and 50%. The seventeen-storeys below the terrace are connected by eight interior streets which, given the overlap of the two-storey apartments, each serve three floors. Each street is accessed by a battery of four elevators complemented by a service elevator and three emergency staircases. The entire building and its equipment are designed in terms of the Modulor, the universal measuring unit conceived by Le Corbusier."

#Unité d’Habitation #La Cité Radieuse #Marseille #France #Le Corbusier #1947 #1952 #Spyros Kaprinis #2024 #Concrete #Brutalism #Housing #Architecture

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Hello, big fan of your Gale content um I just saw this post on X that really annoyed me that was a graphic saying Gale would use 3 in 1 shampoo implying he is lazy with his hygiene and that another character was more like that and it had like 6k likes and I just wonder why everyone mischaracterizes our best wizard so much? Generic male expectations? Justice for Gale. He deserved that lavender bath.

thank you for your message and kind words! 🖤

i haven't seen the post you're referring to so i can't say too much about it, but if we talk about the general concept of hygiene and personal care, in my heart i know the following truth:

gale loves his little indulgences and that includes the finer things in life, like taking long baths, perfumes, massages, and the like.

once he feels better again and has the spoons to fully appreciate it, he would have a ridiculously elaborate 13 step self-care routine, beard oils and all of that.

(we know his year of isolation likely led to him neglecting himself, given tara's repeated lines about not eating enough, as well as gale letting his beard growing out.)

in early access, he had this dialogue with the protag, about dreaming of a nice lavender scented bath:

Gale: Time is a precious gift. With time, we may even reach Baldur's Gate, a city rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps: solutions. Player: In that case I share your optimism. Here's to the journey ahead. Gale: And here's to your company. Gale: Oh, I can picture it now: academies, libraries, laboratories – the assembled knowledge of centuries that may just set us free. Better yet: soft beds, home cooked meals, and all the other little luxuries this wilderness so brashly denies us. Gods, I'd pay a king's ransom for a hot, lavender-scented bath – minstrels serenading as I close my eyes and let the water's warmth dissolve all woes. Plenty to look forward to.

this was sadly cut.

i also seem to recall another line of dialogue in early access where a companion commented on gale using a waterdhavian scent/perfume, which had woody undertones. if i can find it, i'll be sure to post about it.

but still, he still has similar lines in the full release version, like in this banter with shadowheart:

Gale: I must tell you, Shadowheart, the bathing waters here leave much to be desired. devnote: A bit know it all Gale: The ablutions offered at the Temple of Beauty in Waterdeep are far superior. And they have the most excellent soaps. devnote: A bit know it all Shadowheart: Hmm. I was wondering why you always smelled like a wealthy dowager. devnote: Teasing

bathing waters, excellent soaps and ablutions at the temple of beauty in waterdeep. the temple of beauty is a temple to the goddess sune, the goddess of beauty and passion.

"Her temples usually held social salons and displayed mirrors for use by lay parishioners. Some of them even had public baths for the local populace. Her shrines often stood on the corner of busy city streets. They would have a small ornate overhanging roof with a mirror underneath. They were used to check one's appearance while honoring Sune with prayer. Some shrines even held perfume and cosmetic items for those who could not afford such luxuries themselves." [x]

volo's waterdeep enchiridion says this in particular about the temple of beauty in waterdeep:

"If you need to refresh yourself during your travels, or perhaps to primp before an important meeting or a night out, visit Sune’s faithful at the Temple of Beauty. Its marbled public baths and mirrored salons are open from before dawn to after dusk. There’s no fee for these services, or for the advice and aid of the temple’s many pleasant attendants, but donations are encouraged."

there are some other banters & lines of dialogue in the same vein:

Player: I want to be with Gale. I'm sorry. Shadowheart: Don't be. He's charming enough, well-read and well-groomed.

there are more banters and comments like this from other companions as well (including minthara, for example), so yes, i think it's safe to say that gale is not a 3-in-1 shampoo type.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #text: asks #gale also has a quadrillion comments about being really sensitive to smells (esp bad ones)#it's pretty funny #i need to make a compilation #also at some point i hope we can address how prejudiced these takes are and what they are rooted in #gale is not the toxic manly man or the token straight bc he has a beard & is mature #and was in a 'relationship' with a female goddess

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lxclerc · 1 year ago

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𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

summary... when you fall apart, oscar is always there to hold you together requested... yes! pairing... oscar piastri x uni student! reader warning... a bit of angst but overall fluff

note... another request from literally 9 months ago. let me know if you guys want to be added to the tag list.

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

you’re a mess. you try to hide it from oscar – trying to excuse the red eyes as nothing but lack of sleep. but oscar knows you well, maybe even a little too well. he knows you’re spiraling and you badly need a break and he knows you absolutely refuse to tell him no matter how many times he asks. you never want to be a bother and you never want to distract him from racing.

oscar isn’t the most affectionate. this is a well known fact. he’s an awkward, quiet guy and oftentimes not knowing what to do with his arms and somehow you balance him out. you love anything physical contact, small touches here and there that oscar found oddly massively comforting. you’re the only person he allows to touch him anytime you want, the only person where it’s almost second nature for him to return the physical gesture. he doesn’t freeze up when you hug him the same way he does other people. when he’s holding you, he knows exactly what to do.

and in that same way, oscar is the only person who knows how to look past your bullshit. you’re self sustaining and independent. you once believed you needed nothing from anyone, never wanting to be a bother to your closest friends and as a result, you find it difficult to accept help or any form of gestures for you. you never want anyone to waste their time doing something for you when you can do it yourself.

which proved to be difficult when you and oscar started basically oscar absolutely loved doing things for you. whether it be preparing your ice coffee or giving you a massage or buying you that jewelry you’d been staring at. he absolutely adored showering you with gifts and acts of service.

the moment the summer break started, oscar was on a plane to you as soon as he could. you aren’t expecting him till tomorrow but oscar had decided against staying in belgium for another day, getting his flight moved.

he wanted to surprise you. he knows your midterms have had you stressed the past couple of days and the new manager at your job is a dick to you. you have your plate full and he knows you’re beginning to fall apart by the seams.

you’ve always presented yourself as strong and independent but even he gets exhausted just hearing the things you need to get done daily.

he knew you weren't at your apartment when he arrived. an hour ago, you’d texted him to let him know that your exam is about to start but he has a key and he thought it’d be good to order food for you knowing you didn’t have time to eat breakfast.

but entering your apartment, he’s faced with a mess. books and laboratory papers are scattered around your dining table and clothes are all over your floor. god, it’s way worse than he thought.

he first removed his hoodie, placing his suitcase in your room – that’s somehow messier than your living room – before he grabbed an energy drink from your fridge then he got to work, grabbing your laundry basket and putting away all of the clothes from the floor then he put bookmarks on the open books before putting it back on your bookshelf.

it took a while but eventually, he got your apartment to become squeaky clean. he’s only just finished putting his clothes away when he received a text from you to say you’re on your way home, making oscar order your favorite food so you’d have something to eat.

you aren’t having the greatest day. to be fair, you aren’t having the greatest week either. or the greatest month. safe to say, you’re just not having a great time.

you flunked that exam. you already know it and you already know that you’re probably going to fail the entire class and would have to retake it next semester. it’ll be the first time failing a class and quite honestly, it’s taking a hit at your ego.

and somehow you’d have to find a way to pull your shit together before oscar comes tomorrow. the truth was, if oscar could help it, he’d fix each and every problem you’ve ever had and if he knew how shit of a time you’ve been having lately, he’d definitely try and find a way to fix that too. he hated seeing you upset, you know this. he doesn’t just dislike it like most boyfriends do, oscar genuinely hates seeing you upset. he’d turn the world upside down if it meant you’ll never shed another tear.

which is why you kept it to yourself. he doesn’t need to know how much you’re struggling and drag him down with you. he’s finally in f1 and he’s having an amazing season. the greatest rookie since max verstappen. he has enough to deal with, he doesn’t need to fix your shit for you.

your body feels heavy as you drag yourself back to your apartment, pulling your keys out of your bag only to find it already unlocked. immediately, your heart beats furiously, already thinking about intruders before you see the shoes by your front door. you knew well who owned it and you immediately pushed the door open.

your apartment, which has been nothing but pure mess the past couple of days now looks good as new. your floor has been vacuumed and the dirty dishes in your kitchen are gone. the clutter you’d left on your coffee table has now returned to its rightful place and your dining table is full of food from your favorite restaurant.

you couldn’t help it. the past few weeks caught up with you coupled with the frustrations from your exams and you started crying. you refused to allow yourself to completely break down and now it was all flowing out as you sob. your muscles ache and your headache is persistent. you badly need to sleep but you haven’t eaten anything the entire day. you’re so so tired.

“baby, what’s wrong?” came oscar’s voice as he heard your sobs from the living room. immediately, his arms are around you, pulling you off the floor as he pressed you against his body. he looks clueless as he watches you cry. he hated seeing you cry, it made him feel useless. and he definitely hated this, your entire body shaking with sobs as your fists clenched his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer to you.

“what happened?” he asked again, sounding desperate. “are you hurt?”

you shook your head, burying your face against his chest as you tried to stabilize your breathing. “i’m so fucking tired.”

oscar’s heart broke as he heard your hiccups. you’re still desperately clutching at him as oscar tightens his arms around you as though he can hold you together.

“shh,” he muttered gently, planting a kiss on your temple. “it’s okay, honey.”

for a few minutes, the two of you just stood there, arms wrapped around each other as you cried and eventually calmed down enough for oscar to slightly pull away in order to cup your face. he pushed back the strands of hair clinging to your face. you look pale and your eyes are bloodshot red, your lips chapped.

“hey you,” he greets softly with a smile.

that successfully pulled a tiny grin out of you. “hey.”

“i love you,” he says, if only to remind you.

you look like you’re about to start crying again when you nod.

his smile made you smile too, already feeling much better than you had moments ago. his mere presence comforts you.

“how about a bubble bath before dinner?” he offers.

you only nod as you wrap your arms around him again, burying your face against his neck as you inhale his scent.

“i love you,” you say against his skin. “so so much.”

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nonbinary-potatoes · 1 month ago

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Prompt: comfortable 21/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 945

It's long so below the cut :)

Evan was rudely awoken by the sound of an intermittent... siren? Blinking sleep from his eyes and pressing his glasses over his nose, he noticed the TV in the bedroom was on. He was almost certain he'd turned it off before falling asleep.

The screen was scrolling a message on repeat, Evan squinted to see it through his eyes, which were not taking kindly to the brightness.

"This is a BBC public service announcement. Please standby for more information"

Evan groaned, pushing himself up to sit up and leaning over to shake Barty awake. He whined and pressed his forearm over his eyes, blocking out the light from the TV. Sometimes Evan thought he was lucky to be deaf, he couldn't hear that annoying blaring sound at all. Evan shook him more insisitantly, trying to wake him up properly.

He frowned as he squinted up at Evan "the fuck?" He mumbled, sitting up as well and scanning the TV with his eyes. A monotonous, probably AI, voice began to speak as the words scrolling past changed.

"A global emergency has been declared, remain inside and await further instructions from local authorities"

Evan couldn't help but think that was a bit vague. He stood up and glanced out the window. Outside people were driving away far above the speed limit, and military vehicles were chundering along. One particularly strange thing was armoured vans with the biohazard symbol plastered on them.

Barty seemed to appear at his side, too good at creeping around for his own good. He glanced out the window while adjusting his hearing aids in his ears. He grinned maniacally and rubbed his hand together. "I think it's the zombie apocalypse, Rosie," he murmured almost excitedly. The TV blared the same message again. Somewhere in the distance, there was smoke from a fire.

"Why the fuck are you so comfortable with this?" Evan exclaimed, already digging through his belongings and stuffing things into a bag. He was appalled that Barty not only seemed to be completely free from anxiety but enjoying this whole ordeal.

"I've been researching this," Barty practically giggled with glee, ducking out the way of the window as a bright light travelled past. Barty pursed his lips, seemingly thinking hard for a while.

"This might be my fault" he ended up announcing nonchalantly. Diving over the bed and pulling a set of keys from his bedside table, he didn't even bother to pull on proper clothes before he burst out the bedroom in his boxers. Evan followed, though actually dressed, as Barty flung himself down the stairs and opened the door to the basement.

The basement.

Barty's idea of a home laboratory.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit" he sung out the curse to a little rhythm, pressing a palm into Evan's chest and silently instructing him to stay put while he dragged open drawers and searched through notebooks. Jotting things down all the while, he seemed thoroughly stressed.

"I had a tiny little breach... a single roach escaped, I thought it was just a miscount but that was about a week ago and that's the perfect incubation period" he muttered under his breath, pulling a mouse out of a tank and carefully swabbing it's mouth and preparing some sort of microscope slide. After a few minutes, he placed the slide onto the viewing platform and peered into the eyepiece.

"Fuck" he mumbled, coaxing Evan towards him with a hand gesture. Evan walked over ensuring he didn't touch anything. Barty guided him to look into the microscope, Evan didn't know what he was looking for.

"Do you see a sort of spider web pattern over some of those cells?" Barty prompted, searching through a drawer for something. Evan squinted. He could sort of see what Barty meant - between some of the little globs were lines sort of like plant roots.

"That's hyphae," Barty explained softly as Evan looked at it harder, trying to understand. "Imagine if a mushroom is an apple, the hyphae is the tree," Barty mumbled. His fingers flexed around Evan's T-shirt, riding it up slightly. Evan presumed it was a nervous fidget until he felt a sharp stab against his stomach as Barty pushed the plunger of a syringe.

"What the fuck Bug?" Evan yelped, stumbling back from the microscope and watching as Barty injected himself with a similar looking syringe. Barty shrugged.

"Vaccine," he said simply, carefully disposing of the syringes in a biohazard bucket. "I've been working on genetically merging features of valley fever with zombie ant disease," he added. As if that was a casual hobby. Just when Evan thought Barty couldn't surprise him.

"Why would you actively try to make a human compatible zombie virus?" Evan asked, the panic settling in as Barty frantically checks agar plates with various labels - some of them had tiny mushrooms growing inside them and based on the look on Barty's face that was not good.

"I don't know why Evo, I wanted to know if it was feasible," Barty said defensively, still searching between plates with tiny bits of paper on them. Some of them had none of the weird fluffy white stuff, hyphae?, where the paper was, and that seemed to be a good sign. Maybe?

"Just let me deal with it... you should be safe, I gave you the vaccine I developed, and that's never not worked.... but you are the first human subject, " Barty mumbled, jotting down notes about the plates he was looking at.

"I'll fix this, I swear to you, Bear." Barty smiled at Evan. It was a sheepish smile. But a smile none the less. Maybe things would be okay.

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