#small dryer

[adinathinternationalindia]

Fluid Bed Dryer R&D Lab Model

Lab Fluid Bed Dryer (small dryer) with fluidized bed granulation machine is ideal for pilot scale & R&D lab with updated design makes it truly versatile for Pharmaceuticals, Food, Dyestuff, Chemical, API, Bulk Drugs and Polymer Industries. Fluid Bed Dryers are designed to Uniform drying of the material at low temperature. All contact parts are made of SS 304 / 316 / 316L. The complete unit is supplied with Suitable motor, blower, filters, filter bag, control panel. Heating system provided as per specific customer requirements.

We are R&D Fluid Bed Dryer manufacturer in production capacity of 5 liters, 10 liters and 20 liters. We also manufacture Fluid Bed Processor and Fluid Bed Coater with spray purging arrangements for pilot lab scale operations.

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

[911lsbts]

BTS of hair and makeup

[andr0nap-wf]

woe, divine intervention upon ye

[cellclothism]

is this anything . theyre silly as helldbnejsk

[postmail]

A strange, dead, white whale washes ashore; the local schoolteacher is dragged out to see it by the younger of his students, who want to know if this is the mysterious 'Moby-Dick' he's told them all so much about.

[tigereggs]

IT'S A SOFT OPENING! ✨

Prints and keychains are up, and stickers and note pads will be up a little later :3

[fidgetspringer]

For a while now Røst has had some recurring issues with hotspots on his lower jaw and unfortunately they got worse while i was away this month. So right now we're doing a bunch of damage control to try and clear them up, which, for a dog that isn't a huge fan of handlig of any kind isn't very fun. And it doesn't help that i can't counter condition because the spots are in the drool zone and he turns sopping wet just at the suggestion of a treat. So all i can do it try to be patient and gentle when he gets anxious about handling, but i also do have to actually get things done, so basically i feel like the world's worst owner right now and Røst isn't exactly my biggest fan :(

[knotsoangelic]

sorry for rat reblogging (not really) as an “apology” look at my rat sons

they ar. a gradient of lads

[androcola]

for mikes birthday in 1987, the boys saved and planned months in advance to get mike a washing machine installed into the pad so that he doesn't have to keep going out all the time to do laundry and when the day comes he's so excited he almost passes out

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday

tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT

i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa

“You sound jealous.”  Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—” “Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”  Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.  She’s not a bad person.  Eddie can’t stand her.  “Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”  “Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”  She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”  “Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”  Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”  Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.  Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”  Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.” 

this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes

no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼

[desperatepleasures]

couldn't fold the laundry bc some of it was Narsty from being left still damp in the dryer so we're doing yet another load of wash 🫠

[cleaverqueer]

today I'm doing some repairs on an old denim jacket I didn't realize was so torn up :>

[feraltwinkseb]

Champions For Charity 2016

July 27, 2016 - Mainz, Germany

Source Tristar Media/Getty Images

[dip-the-pip]

cat has finally discovered the washing machine and that she would like to Burrow in there. laundry has suddenly become a lot more nervewracking