#Cell Isolation

[andy1199posts]

Cell Isolation Market - Future Revenue Growth Looks More Promising Due to These Factors

Market Size Estimation:Top-down approach was used to estimate and validate the total size of the cell isolation market. This method was also used extensively to estimate the size of various subsegments in the market. The research methodology used to estimate the market size includes the following: # The key players in the industry and market have been identified through extensive secondary…

[beskarfrog]

it's the only time you touch me

[evilherehotel]

ok admittedly they are startign to grow on me

[coalballbaby]

sixshot nation are you hearing me

[louis-sj]

Pretrial restraint in a padded cell

Joshua McLemore, 29 died after 20 days in Jackson County, Ohio

See: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2023/04/12/jail-reform-mentally-ill-man-dies-after-solitary-confinement/11566175002/

[decepti-geek]

tbh an important part of my take on the 'don't be like Sentinel' question is that hours earlier D16 had very decidedly assumed leadership of the High Guard, after which any attempt at resolving his very understandable personal trauma via murder was also, on a wider affects-everyone/your-new-power-means-something scale, inherently going to count as a military coup.

yknow. the thing Sentinel did to assume power/hand it over to the quintessons in the first place

[andy1199posts]

Cell Isolation: New Trends to Bring Major Shift in Global Biotech Industry

This Study Will Enlighten You With the Following:# Defining, characterizing, and projecting the Worldwide Market for Cell Isolation according to product, cell type, cell source, technique, application, end user, and geographic factors. # To give comprehensive details about the main elements (drivers, constraints, challenges, and opportunities) affecting the market’s growth. # To conduct a…

[phatcatphergus]

I keep thinking about how off the island seems to the residents. And while that could just be the ptsd from purgatory, what happens if it’s not the real island? What if it’s just another trick to put everyone through true hell? Believing or wanting to believe you’re finally safe and sound before the rug is pulled.

What happens if tubbos heaven, his baby girl, isn’t actually part of their real home? What if his hell is to leave her behind to go to the real island? The Feds aren’t going to leave the residents in such a place for long, especially if it’s not part of their own mind games. But the new eggs aren’t part of the original island. Tubbo would rather die then leave sunny, but if the Feds want their residents back, there’s no stopping them.

Fed agents pulling tubbo and sunny apart as he kicks and screams and fights because even if the land they’re on isn’t his true home, the person he’s being forced to leave is. Tubbo would rather spend an eternity in hell with his little girl then one second back on the island without her.

[marejadilla]

Bella Ormseth, "Contact", 2019, oil on cradled wood panel. Dutch artist.

Born in The Hague, Netherlands in 1968, now live and work on a small island in Puget Sound, near Seattle, WA.

[the-sand-guardian]

Whumptober Day 8: Isolation Chamber

A continuation of Day 2

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Cell was still stuck in solitary after his “friends” had escaped. He was on day 5 of his second week, and it was just as miserable as he’d remembered. He was used to it though, it had begun to feel like home in all honesty. Those four walls and big, heavy door had been there with him for so long now he began to take comfort in them. The rickety bed wouldn’t tell his secrets to anybody, and the solid concrete walls kept out unwanted intruders. The door would tell his secrets, he knew that. There was a little flap that sometimes opened to give him food or talk to the guards. It told them too much. He thought he honestly might prefer it if the door was just gone entirely. At least his beloved queridinho was back and safe. 

Pac and the others had been recaptured a few days after their initial escape. The door wasn’t very good at keeping the guards’ secrets, either. What a gossip! 

At least knowing Pac was safe brought him some comfort in that small room. Mike was alive too, which Cell could live with for now, same with Guanxinim. Apparently his queridinho had even stabbed a guard on his way out! It was heartwarming, really, it seemed like even the door was proud of Pac. The more Cellbit thought about it, the more he figured that light conversation with it might not hurt too badly. While the door may have been a snitch and a bastard, it was definitely a good listener. 

And so Cell began to talk to it. 

You don’t talk to the door while it’s speaking- That gets you told off from whatever’s on the other side of it. Cell had already figured that out. Sometimes, it gave him food, other times it didn’t. He didn’t care either way, he’d find a way to make do. When the door’s mouth was closed, though, it gave Cellbit free reign to talk. He talked to it about lots of things, but his favourite thing to tell it about was his queridinho. It didn’t seem to care much, but it was nice to get it out of his system. 

He’d tried to tell it about freedom before, too. A voice on the other side had laughed- actually laughed. Didn’t he know Cell had a lover outside of these walls to get to? Granted, he was only out in the general population of the prison, but that’s all the further Cell could handle him being. He was going to get back out of here, goddamn it, and he was going to kill Mike and Guanxinim for trying to steal his boyfriend! The door just laughed again. What a bitch. 

Just as Cell was gearing up to take a swing at the door for its awful attitude, a familiar voice came in close to the door’s mouth and opened it just slightly to speak through it. 

“Remember this, for me, will you?” 

Felps. 

There were several clicking sounds before Cell was met with a blinding light- Or maybe it was just regular light that felt blinding due to the weeks in darkness. The door had opened, and he wasn’t going to fumble this escape. 

“I’ll give you ten minutes to run, then I’m calling the other guards. Your time starts…now” 

And so Cell ran.

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Thank you for reading! I've also posted this to Ao3, where I'll be cataloguing all of my works for this month! I also have 3 other WIP fics, so if you enjoy my works please go show some love over there or feel free to shoot me an ask!

[saintshigaraki]

crazy that yan werewolf toji is still on the mind

[louis-sj]

No one will hear you

Nice double door.

Time to sweep the floors. Perhaps some new paint too.

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[autumnoakes]

me: i don't think i have seasonal depression, at least not for winter. i enjoy the colder weather and i don't understand why people are bemoaning the shorter days. i like the nighttime???

me: *has a random and unexplained 6 month depressive period, starts craving summer weather, and then starts to perk up once the sun comes out and the days start getting longer*

me: hm. okay.

[toothmarqed]

i just know i’m gonna be lonely as Fuck at college

[daisies-on-a-cup]

i really wish we could have seen what hannibal's trial looked like bc how tf did his defense defend him and how did he get the insanity plea deal