#cleaning procedures

[elimu-assistant]

Step-by-Step Procedure for Effectively Cleaning Water Glasses

Outline the procedure you would follow when cleaning water glasses. (6mks) To clean water glasses effectively, follow these steps: Wash in Hot Soapy Water (1/2 mark): Begin by filling a basin with hot water and adding a few drops of dish soap. Submerge the water glasses and use a soft cloth or sponge to clean them, ensuring to remove any residue or spots (1/2 mark). Rinse Thoroughly in Clean Hot…

[spittyfishy]

i'm curious, what HCs do you have for which Remnant took which part of Enoshima?

The thing is I’m not sure I have any very unique head canons on that front. I mean there’s the three that most people seem to agree on, that being Nagito with the hand, Mikan with the womb, and Fuyuhiko taking the eye.

I might have said it before but I do think the most interesting one of those three is by far Fuyuhiko. Cause like Mikan and Nagito make sense, they’re the ones we get to see be remnant-y the most and grafting Junko onto themselves checks out with how they act, but Fuyuhiko? I don’t think he does anything in the game that would indicate he’d willingly rip his own eye out to replace it with a dead girls.

But the fact that he did (allegedly at least) gives a really interesting look into how despair affected him specifically. It’s really the only bit of insight we get with Fuyuhiko since the brief scene we get of the remnants out and about at the end of despair arc just has him leading some soldiers against the Future Foundation. So we know he took control of the Kuzuryu clan, and that he still works with Peko since she’s there too, but that’s kinda it. So figuring out how the eye thing fits into that is really neat.

But as far as headcanons for the others go, I do think that if Fuyuhiko got something then Sonia and Imposter would feel like they deserved something too. I don’t think either of them could really graft a whole body part though, Imposter still needs to be able to become anyone else at the drop of a hat so having to be ‘Togami but also he has a girls hand haha don’t worry about it’ wouldn’t really work. And with Sonia I always see it as she keeps herself a level above everyone else, like most people are dirty and sick and scrounging around just to stay alive but then here’s this glittering image of unflappable royalty to juxtapose that. It makes Sonia seem more reverent but also makes everyone else seem worse, so I don’t think she could afford to blemish that unmared image.

That being said, I could definitely see Sonia using some of Junko’s bones to fashion a crown or some other kind of jewelry, that way she’d still have a symbol of Junko without compromising her status. Imposter I’m not sure about, but maybe their despair would come from being the only one of the remnants political powerhouses that didn’t get anything.

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We explore:

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Why some men sabotage love they secretly crave

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The difference between love and possession

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This book speaks to the woman who gave everything—

her body, her time, her prayers—

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It’s also for men brave enough to reflect, to own their damage,

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[stellaluna33]

Turns out that taking my cat to get blood work done is just as horrible as it was taking my babies to get shots. 😫 Because they trust you! But they don't understand! And you're holding them down while nurses stab them with needles and they're crying and looking at you with big, wet eyes full of betrayal like, "Mother? 🥺 It hurts?! Why are you letting people stab me with needles and you're not doing anything to stop them, Mother?" And you're like, "I'm SORRY! 😭 I LOVE you!! I PROMISE this is for your own good and this is all to save you from something even worse!" But they just CAN'T UNDERSTAND! 😭😭😭

[terfjawn]

the ocd diagnosis blindsided me but sometimes things I do and say get pointed out to me and it’s like. ah. yeah I see it a bit now

[anaconda-creates]

day one of the long overdue purge (cleaning my room)

i've uncovered a number of long forgotten things, some sequestered away many years ago and overlooked ever since

the items include my 2019 middle school id card, an embarrassing amount of birthday gift cards, multiple under-eye serums and hand lotions my mother has gifted me over the years in an attempt to do something for my haunting dark circles and dry cracked winter hands, a number of old journals I attempted to start (maximum of five pages written upon in each), big cool marble, so much sunscreen (?), teeny tiny etch a sketch, baby roach corpse, cardboard tube, dead rose (not mine, I'm almost certain. I keep my dried roses elsewhere) My much younger sister has been reaping the bounty of this whalefall. She and her friend, the next door neighbor, have been receiving passed down and discarded headbands, hairclips, bracelets, and other unneeded and unwanted trinkets with glee.

there is much more to be done. the week will be long. but progress, though slow, is already visible. I can almost breathe again.

until the clutter is cleared from the floors so that I may thoroughly vacuum and sweep, my work will not be done. I march forward.

[thelingering]

tumbling from the dentist's let's go

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A reflection inspired by Corner Life

By Carlos Dávila Medina

In every corner of every city, there’s a hush.

A deal made in silence.

A young soul leaning over a flame, chasing something that won’t last.

And the world turns away—until it’s too late.

They call them surfs now.

Little baggies. Shiny capsules. Crushed dreams in powder form.

They’ve got names that sound like music—Perk, Molly, K2, Lean, Trank, Xanny.

But make no mistake—these aren’t highs.

These are hollows in disguise.

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Fentanyl & Perks (Percocet) – Painkillers turned poison. One line too deep and the heart forgets how to beat.

K2/Spice – Synthetic weed laced with chemicals. You smoke a hit and sometimes never come back the same.

Xanax & Benzos – Anxiety killers turned dream killers. You float for a while—until your life drowns.

Lean (Codeine + Soda) – That purple drank? It numbs the mind. Slows the soul.

Meth & Crack – Still lurking. Still deadly. Turning brilliance into bones.

Tranq (Xylazine) – Flesh-eating, soul-stealing. You don’t get high. You get haunted.

And then there’s the hybrids.

Kids mixing uppers and downers, chasing a balance they’ll never find.

Not realizing these cocktails often come with a funeral.

🕯️ The Real Effect:

Drugs don’t just steal your body.

They rob your mother of her laughter.

They turn your sister into a stranger.

They put your name on a t-shirt and call it a memory.

They take the brightest minds,

the funniest dudes,

the warmest girls—

and leave behind shadows that smell like regret.

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They’ll hype you up to try it.

Say you gotta stay numb to survive.

Say it’s just to “take the edge off.”

But what they won’t tell you is:

The edge you’re running from might be the only part of you still real.

You were born for more than this.

You are not meant to dissolve.

You are meant to rise.

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I’ve seen boys fly high,

only to fall with no wings,

chasing clouds that never rained

and waking up inside their own funeral.

But I’ve also seen healing—

the kind that breaks before it builds.

So if you’re reading this…

you’re still alive.

And that means you still get to choose.

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 was written for them.

For the boys who never had a father to tell them no.

For the girls who escaped through smoke.

For the ones who lost a friend to a bad bag and still carry their name in their heart.

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[christakisbang]

my boss Loves explaining shit i don't care about to me he just spent ten minutes showing me a dental xray and explaining what's wrong with a specific tooth i think he fully forgets I Don't Go There. i just work here bro i don't need to know all that man i'm a teacher.

[tzipporahs-well]

Dear jumblr:

I was gone for like three days because of a painful medical procedure and worried sick about it. Now, I’m seeing bs of jumblrs turning against each other.

Come on: we’re better than this.

It’s bad enough other people hate us. Let’s not tear ourselves apart from the inside. Let’s not act like the Erev Rav.

Recall the message from Haftarah Shemini. Like Michal, we are hurting, and we are in pain. It makes sense why we are in pain. But things will not end up well if we act instinctively on that pain.

If you want good examples of critique, look to the Prophets. They critiqued loads of people usually people in power: sometimes in harsh ways. But they never wished death upon them. When kings of Israel do stupid shit, there’s heavy critique in the text but death is not wished upon them. It is merely prophecied for these figures. As we are not in the age of prophecy, we don’t have that power anymore.

It’s alright to be angry. I hear you. I’m frustrated and angry too. But recognize that we the Jewish people are in a lot of pain. Take a step back before you respond or post. I highly recommend reading the Na (Nevi’im) part of Tanakh. You will see many demonstrations of critique against authority figures without it getting weird. The Psalms and their commentary may also help you get your feelings out. And even if they don’t, if you read more about their context they were written in, that can also help you process your feelings. If you’re good at expressing yourself on the page, try writing your own psalms. Evaluate if your anger level is justified for the situation rather than if the anger itself is justified. Don’t just take all the anger you have and dump it. That’s how we fall into baseless hatred. The feastmaker, Bar Kamsa, Rome, and even Hashem fell into baseless hatred in that their rage was righteous but their level of their rage was not (Rabbi Fohrman, Baseless Hatred series on Aish).

We need to do better. Please 🥺

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Essential Cleaning Procedures for Household Items: Melamine Cups, Water Glasses, and Cotton Tablecloths

Learn effective procedures for cleaning household items, including melamine cups, water glasses, and finishing cotton tablecloths, to maintain hygiene and appearance. 1. a) Describe the procedure you would use to thoroughly clean a discolored melamine cup. (9mks) To thoroughly clean a discolored melamine cup, follow these steps: Soak in Diluted Household Bleach (1/2 mark): Prepare a solution of…

[sodrippy]

also half of these things would be solved if theyd just let csu in there to collect forensics like a normal fucking crime scene. sorry but if u wanna pull this "there were two glasses in the room!" crap and NOT have it solved by fingerprints you need to set your little show in the 80s or whatever

[angelpuns]

Me: wow I love going to the dentist esp to get cavities filled /notsarcasm

Also me, overstimulated before I have even left the house: oh god

[boyslit-moving]

>be me >enjoy the cleaning up parts of house flipper more than the remodeling >partner offers his copy of viscera cleanup detail for playing instead >spend 2+ hours cleaning up gore and viscera for a company that didn't even give me an SOP (tutorial lol) >want to go again >it's 3 in the morning... >probably dream about cleaning up viscera in space >ramble wistfully about my old janitorial job and wish they'd paid me anything resembling a living wage bc then i'd still be working there >fall asleep dreaming of clean, well-maintained surfaces

[snaillamp]

Jod - day 17 - Promise

Uni is starting again soon, but I don’t have much to do this semester so that is nice. I’m hoping I get to do placement soon, it’ll be awesome to actually be out in the field treating stuff, all that learning will pay off. Anyway, here’s my day 17. You guys seem to like the stories like this so why shouldn’t I provide eh?

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Masterlist

Day 17: “Don’t lie to me” | Accident | Doubt | Gaslighting |

Leader bit back a wince as they stood up from their desk. They reached out their hand to shake that of their boss. He was a large man in a fitted suit, quite differently dressed to Leader’s loose shirt and baggy pants. “We are proud of you and your team Leader. You have done a great service to the people of this nation, without looking for any credit and with major risk to you and your team’s health. I admire you, Leader. I admire you all.” 



Leader smiled gratefully, pressing their fingers into the surface of their desk as their head began to feel a little fuzzy. It helped ground them a little. “Thank you. I will forward that to the team.” Boss squinted at them a little, “Are you alright, Leader? You look a little pale.” Leader shook their head, “Just a little tired, the mission really took a lot out of all of us. We are healed physically, but we are still recovering.” Boss nodded, satisfied with the answer. He stood and walked to the door, turning before he left. “Thank you again, Leader.”

As the door clicked shut, Leader collapsed back down into their chair with a huff. Their head spun as they leaned back, shutting their eyes. Bright lights danced in front of their vision making them open them again. Grunting, they lifted a hand to their right side, just under their ribs. It felt warm under the dressing.

They sighed, leaning forward and grabbing their pen with a slightly shaking hand. It was nice and cold between their fingers. 

They worked for a few more hours on paperwork. It had piled up during their time in hospital. After finally scribbling their signature on the bottom of the final document, they pushed themself up from the desk, only to have their legs drop out from under them. They caught themself on the edge of the desk with their right arm, hissing in pain as their wound was pulled apart even more by sudden stretching of the skin.

They would go and see their team and then get it sorted, they decided. Their mind drifted as they thought about the cut they had received on the mission, but the doctors had cleaned it all out. Leader could manage it, it was just a cut after all, not even that deep. The doctors had better things to do with their time than treat a cut anyway. A large cut… that might be infected… They pushed the thought from their mind.

Days later, Leader was sitting in their room gently peeling the old dressing from their wound. It was hot and sticky. Strings of goo came off it as they pulled the dressing away and a light scent filled their nose. Their skin was red, swollen and sore.

“Shit.”

They lifted a cotton ball to the wound after dipping it in saline, wiping it as clean as they could while their head spun. Gritting their teeth, they put a new dressing on.

Leader finished and pulled their shirt back over their body, but as they stood they swayed, the room tilting. They fell to their knees, burying their face in their bed sheets, groaning as they tried to stop the world spinning, gripping the sheets as their body shook. After a minute, the world began to stabilise and Leader grabbed the wrappers and rubbish, standing slowly to throw them in their bin under their desk.

They shuddered as they leaned down to throw the rubbish away, a chill going down their spine. Rubbing their wound stood, they took in a sharp breath. “Leader?” They turned to see Second in Command standing in the doorway, looking concerned.

“Second! What are you doing?” Leader asked, trying to cover the slight shake in their voice. “I just came by to see how you were. You’ve been distant the past couple days. Are you feeling okay?” Leader nodded, sitting down in their chair by their desk. “Just… bogged down by paperwork, ya know. It piled up recently. Anyway, what’s up with you?”

Second raised their eyebrow, “Leader. I’ve known you since we were Cadets. I’ve been your Second for years. I know when you’re trying to change the subject on me. You can lie under pressure, but you can’t fool me.” They smirked playfully, entering the room. 

Leader shook their head. “I’m fine. Just busy.”

Second raised their chin, unable to mask the face that said: ‘That’s bullshit but I know you’re not going to give me more than that’ and held out their arm to help Leader up. “Bored. Let’s do a spar later, you and me.” Leader tried to lean back casually against their desk, but their side screamed in pain as they did. “Cool, cool. Uh, well I have to get back to it, so maybe we should all get together and train as a group.” Leader flashed their best: ‘I’m fine, fuck off’ smile and went to leave the room.

Second in Command sighed, clearing their throat, “You know, if something is wrong you can tell me. No one else has to know.” Leader tensed, stopping in their tracks, their voice lowering. It can out a little more aggressively than they had intended. “I’m fine.” They walked wordlessly from the room, leaving a worried Second, who followed them, angry. “Leader. Don’t lie to me!” Leader whirled around. “Second! I’m fine. Just drop it.” They growled, before turning an walking away.



Leader sat at their desk, scribbling away at paperwork, feeling the wound getting warmer and warmer. They looked up at the sound of their door opening, but quickly returned to writing. “Leader.” The stern voice caused them to look up. “‘M busy.” They replied, ignoring the medic standing in front of them. “Leader, we need to talk.”

Leader leaned back in their chair, sighing in annoyance. They folded their hands over their stomach. “Yeah? Fine.” Medic raised their eyebrow. “I know you’ve been busy with work and I understand you’re stretched thin, but you skipped your annual checkup appointment, why?” Leader shook their head nonchalantly. “Oh, I must have forgotten… Did you want to reschedule?”

Medic sighed, putting their index fingers between their eyebrows. “Leader, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you’ve been avoiding me.” Leader’s eyes were cold, staring straight into Medic’s soul and they saw why Leader could be intimidating. Leader was usually quite friendly to them, but this side of them sent a shiver down Medic’s spine. They suddenly understood why Leader was so good at doing interrogations. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” Leader’s voice was level and low as their eyes pierced Medic’s.

Medic wanted to avert their eyes from Leader’s stare, but they knew this game, and they wouldn’t lose to Leader. “Leader. We have to check you, come by my office tonight, 7pm, I’ll stay late especially for you.” Leader looked down for a second, losing the eye contact with Medic. “Cool, see you at 7.” They trailed off, reaching for their pen returning to their scribbling, ignoring their eyes beginning to blur.

‘That was too easy.’ Medic thought, “I’m not asking, Leader. I will take this further if I have to.” Leader shot them a look, but nodded.

Youngest wandered down the hallway, stopping as they saw Leader. The usually stoic and strong team member looked like death. “Hey, Leader. Medic was looking for you, they said you didn’t turn up for the appointment they organised.” Leader turned with unfocused eyes, “Well, I was on my way there now, actually.” Youngest frowned, “Leader, it’s 8:30, your appointment was at 7.”


Leader ran their hand through their hair, groaning frustratedly. “I’d better get going.” They mumbled, “The hospital wing is that way though?” Youngest pointed in the opposite direction, suspicious. “I have to do other things too. I’m going there after I drop off something off.” They tried to answer with a neutral, level voice, but it was quiet, wavering slightly. 



Second in Command noticed the two people up ahead as they left the hallway leading to the Medic’s office. “Youngest!” They cried out, happy to see their friend cornering Leader. The team had decided to track them down when Medic had come to them, concerned that Leader hadn’t shown up for their appointment.

“Second!” Youngest called out, a glint appearing in their eye. Leader mentally let out a another frustrated groan. ‘Great, more company.’

Second rushed up to Youngest, “Leader?” they looked concerned at the state of their friend. Leader managed a weak smile. “I really have to get going. Catch up later?” They said, turning away from Second’s quickly growing scowl, their eyes boring into their back.

“Leader.” They barked, their ‘leadership’ voice coming out now. “I know you didn’t see Medic today. You look like shit. Go, now.” 

Leader turned and stared back, voice dropping with venom. “So I’ve been informed. Well, I’m fine.” They let out a tiny grunt as their wound randomly panged. “Right. Just like how you were fine when you had the flu, or dislocated your elbow, or when you broke your wrist. Leader, look at yourself, you can barely stand.” Second pointed out, exasperated. “I’m just tired. It’s fine.” Leader countered.

Youngest tried to reason with their stubborn Leader. “Leader, just go and see Medic. You look awful. Second is right, I’m surprised you’re still waking around.” Leader shook their head, trying to clear the weird dizziness washing over them. “I don’t have anything wrong with me.” Leader mumbled, the world going a little blurry.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” Second’s firm voice cut through the buzz in Leader’s head, but there was something hidden behind it, like they were trying not to cry. “It’s fine, I’m managing it…” Their words were slightly slurring together, “So you are sick?” “No, it’s just fin…” Leader felt their body drop as they world seemed to collapse in on itself.

Leader swayed as they suddenly dropped to the floor, landing on their right side. Second in Command rushed forward to roll them over, when they felt the heat against Leader’s side. Lifting up Leader’s shirt, they immediately saw the wet, puss stained bandage and the angry red skin surrounding it. “Holy shit.” They murmured. “Youngest, find Medic!”

Medic had heard feet running down the corridor before saw Youngest hurtling down it. “Med…ic… Come quick… Leader…” They panted, resting their hands on their knees as they tried to catch their breath. “Show me.” Medic replied, as Youngest grabbed their hand and lead them back the way they had come from.

Rounding a corner, the medic saw Leader collapsed on the floor, Second kneeling over them. They practically leapt across the hallway, sinking down beside the pale Leader and spotting the wound. Looking up at Second, unable to hide the worry on their face, they murmured, “My office, now.” The group picked up their friend, who was burning up, this was bad.

The group dragged the wounded Leader down the hallway, ending up in a small room with a bed and some basic supplies. Medic raced to put on gloves as Second and Youngest wrestled the shirt off of Leader, revealing the true extent of the wound. The medic gripped the dressing ripping it away and gasping in horror at what was underneath. “This is bad.”

The wound was rancid, dripping with goo. Second gagged, turning away, whilst Youngest stared in shock. You didn’t need to know medicine to know that that was a bad infection.

Leader woke a day later, to to sound of a machine losing it’s shit. A nurse came rushing in and pressed some buttons. “Oh, you’re awake, sleepy head. I’ll go get Medic. You’re on a lot of meds, so you’ll probably feel a little weird right now.” He remarked, noticing Leader’s eye’s moving sluggishly around the room. Seconds later, Youngest and Second, followed by the two other members of the team piled into the room, and finally Medic, squeezing in behind the four anxious teammates.

After a long lecture about the dangers of septic shock and that this could have been a lot worse, the medic’s facade seemed to break. “I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay, Leader. You were in and out all night, I didn’t know if you could do it. Your infection is really bad, the worst I’ve ever seen.” Leader raised a slow hand to the site of the wound. It felt a little better, but maybe that was meds.

“We should have it under control now, but I’ve ordered you to have mandatory bedrest until it clears.” Medic sternly informed them. Leader sank into the pillows, defeated. 

“Why, Leader?” A teammate asked. “I didn’t want to make a scene…” Leader replied weakly, watching as Youngest leaned forward. Before they realised what was happening, their team was piled on top of them, hugging them gently. “Ow, guys.” Leader croaked, causing them all to jump back. “Sorry.” Second replied, they looked embarrassed. “It’s fine.” Leader smiled.

The team sat with their leader, assuring them that they wouldn’t have caused a scene, and that they shouldn’t force themself to suffer. Leader nodded, which made their head hurt. “You’re right. I… I’m sorry.”

Youngest wiped a tear from their eye, “Just. Never, ever do that again.” They poked Leader between the ribs, “Ow!” Leader flinched. “That’s for collapsing in the hall.” Another jab, “And that’s for lying to us.” “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point.” Leader shielded themself from anymore oncoming fingers.

“Rest up. We need a Leader.” Second reached out, squeezing Leader’s hand.

Leader nodded, making a silent promise to themself never to hide something like this again.

[evilinkawaiiclothing]

rewatching some crime dramas coz i love a good procedural show. the one thing that ALWAYS ticks me off on all these shows is the peoples houses that they are either investigating or the dead persons home. They are always immaculate. no laundry left lying around, no clutter. They dont look like someone lived in them. or they look like someone did an amazing spring clean. for a dead person who didn't know they would be murdered thats weird. for someone they're investigating thats suspicious -_- did you know people were coming samantha? thats why you cleaned right?!

[greencreeker]

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[rainbowagate]

everyone wish Chloe (12) a speedy recovery after her dental cleaning-turned-full mouth extraction! she may have no more teeth but she has a lot of beauty and love to share