#Hand Sanitiser Spray

[cleaningfairies]

How Tools and Equipment Play Important Role In The Home Cleaning Process

Tools and Equipment play important role in the home cleaning process. Some of them help clean some parts of the house like floors, windows, walls, etc., While others help clean difficult places like kitchens and bathrooms. The cleaners should use these tools as per their needs and expertise. When you need to clean your home and cleaning supplies, the tools and equipment you use are important. Tools give you the ability to use your cleaning products more effectively. Equipment is necessary for keeping your work area organized, comfortable and safe. Tools and Equipment are needed to ensure proper cleaning, ease of use, and comfort to the customer. Tools and equipment include vacuum cleaners, brooms, mops, painting supplies, and cleaning chemicals. Other elements include hair dryers, air purifiers/filters, etc.

[driftwooddestiel]

just had to do a french roleplay thing with this rlly rude guy in front of the whole class 😭 hell world

[lundenloves]

— doctor!price

tw: miscarriage, brief injury description.

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he paces the hospital corridors with narrowed eyes and a one thousand mile stare, each and every passing nurse smiling at him to no avail. he’s too grumpy for it, too sleep deprived and mentally fucked.

will spend seven hours in the surgery theatre without a break, steady hands remaining true to their skill though the silence in the room felt deafening — like a simulation he had blacked out from until leaving the cooped up room to discard the surgical gear. his nurse removing all gloves and outer scrubs, asking him to pivot for the sanitisation spray before stepping back out into the busy corridors.

immediately bombarded with calls and blue light situations, as if he hadn’t earned any resemblance of a break. rubbing a rough hand across his brow before assigning multiple people to seperate cases and dragging himself down to his second theatre of the night.

he’s been on shift for sixteen hours at this point, finding zero time to fall asleep in one of the barren on call rooms before he had been requested with a sharp bang to the door. promptly stirring from his failed rest before sitting on the side of the bed, palms either side of himself after they had dug into his eyes.

“can you run down to labour ward? there’s two complications with babies. one mum.” and see, that was the skill with dr price, he was a trick of many trades. requested everywhere for the short staffing and lack of deep experience within his team, it was exhausting but at what other cost?

and so he did, pulling his coat back on before swinging the door open to meet his assistant nurse. a lovely woman, some of the time.

“don’t walk with me.” he said bluntly, watching as she steeled herself before entering the lift with him, doors shutting in her face for a brief moment of silence — perfection really, the four stainless steel walls of the lift seemed ethereal to his sanity for the five seconds of peace he got. not before it was interrupted by an ambulance team and one or two a&e members, carting a bed into the cramped space and price pushed himself back up against the wall to create space.

“price, any thoughts? broken spine disc and degloving of both arms. we’re taking him for a CT, though it’s likely he’ll see a storm.” he cursed himself for being in the same fucking lift he was praising mere seconds ago, leaning forward to look over the younger man.

“don’t say that.” he cleared his throat. “you don’t know.” seeing a storm often passed for death, though it was loosely guided in a different direction for if you were to say it in front of a patient it shouldn’t land immediately. or at all, well that was the idea. not that it worked.

“keep me updated on that.” he pointed, hating that he was now involved before squeezing past to take his stop at the labour ward. the familiar sound of baby cries and alarms was one that he hated. it was literal scarring, almost a trigger having spent so many of his specified training years an obstetrician.

and in taking all of two steps into the area, he was swiftly being guided in an immediate direction, current doctors filling him in on what’s going on and their preventative measures — ones that worked, ones that didn’t.

“get me forceps. now.” he instructed with an unmissable sense of rush to his voice, holding his palm out for every requested instrument before making the decision to admit to theatre for a last ditch caesarean. a decision he was beyond baffled hadn’t been made twenty minutes ago upon examination.

he couldn’t run it, immediately moving to another unhealthy baby that when one was lost in that theatre room, he couldn’t help but take the brutal weight on his shoulders.

his face was like thunder, unable to patch up his outward disdain for this ward upon helping a separate mother and baby to safety. her cheeks were damp with tears, exhausting wilting at her bones though she took the time to take prices hand and thank him dearly. a genuine thank you, one that he nodded absently at, mumbling how he would possibly see them in a few months for check ups before darting out the room.

one door down was the mother who had lost hers. only a thin wall between sheer joy and unknown disparity, she hadn’t woken yet. and price didn’t want to be here when she did, it wasn’t something he could handle — not anymore, not this ward. not today, not next week or even next month. “i’m sorry.” was all he could mumble to the unconscious woman, standing by her bed and staring at her for all of ten seconds before running his hands through his hair with a sharp inhale.

tears pricked at his eyes and he cleared his throat to push them away, a heavy frown infiltrating his brow before shaking his head and leaving the room. avoiding every last drop of eye contact before retreating back to the lift of death and ironic serenity back to his preferred floor of neurology.

deep. breaths.

this was a lot supposed to be headcannons nvm. it’s unedited.

i would fucking love to write a series on this, this was just a taster for the character. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

any and all cod characters taglist: @maladaptivedaydreamingbum @luvfromkat @hotgirlsshareaccounts @simpxinnie @bloobewy @lazybutsmexy @mistydeyes @dilfdotgov @sofasoap @liishook

[daintyshu]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

xiv. bitchless hoon (1.5k written)

"hey, i didn't manage to ask you why you left early on wednesday," sunghoon questions you as he wipes down the counter.

you, him and jennie had just finished the lunch crowd at the cafe that friday and you were finally able to breathe. this is why you hate working opening shifts on friday; the crowds just come in all at once, not even letting you warm up just as you clock in.

"wait, how'd you know?" you question back, smiling at a customer leaving the shop, wishing them a good day and to come back. "i have my ways," he wiggles his eyebrows repeatedly at you as a devious smile grew on his lips.

you cross your arms, giving him a pointed look as you tapped your foot impatiently. that seemed to do the trick and he laughs, ruffling your hair despite it being tied up. "i'm kidding, y/nie. i dropped by for a while that night but jay said you left early,"

you give him a dismissive wave of a hand when he raises an eyebrow at you, as if asking for an explanation. "ahh, it was nothing. was feeling a little down so chaeyoung unnie let me go off early and she took me out,"

"like, on a fun day out?" he jokingly asks and you smack him on the shoulder. "i'm kidding, obviously. saw you went on a date with jay too," he proceeds to nudge your shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows at you teasingly while you only roll your eyes. never a dull shift with sunghoon.

"it was NOT a date," you clarified as you topped up the plastic cups while he looked for something to do to keep his hands busy. "jongseong just wanted to cheer me up, so he brought me out too,"

he frowns at this. "what's with them all trying to cheer you up? what happened? i mean, only if you're okay with telling me,"

you pause, contemplating whether this was something significant enough about you to tell him. then again, donghyuck already knew about it too so there wasn't any reason to not tell sunghoon. after all, you were closer with sunghoon than you were with the older boy. so you told him everything.

"you know what? i'm taking you out after work to cheer you up," sunghoon announces after several empty threats of how it's "on sight" if he ever sees heeseung.

"you really don't have to, hoon. all of you didn't have to, i'm really fine, i just didn't expect to see him again after so long," you told him honestly.

well, half-honestly.

it still bothered you that you and heeseung's relationship ended abruptly without your input. but you're happy with how your life is right now so it doesn't really matter anymore.

"so you don't want to go out with me after work?" sunghoon pouts, pretending to sulk. "it's jay, isn't it? that's why you don't love me anymore?" he jokes, clutching his chest as he pretends to dramatically cry.

jennie chose the wrong moment to come out of the pantry as sunghoon's gaze landed on her. "noona! save me from this heartbreak! y/n doesn't love me anymore!"

"she never did in the first place, hoon-ah. now stop fooling around and help me wipe the lightbulbs above the pantry, you're the only one who can reach it," jennie passes him a cleaning cloth and sanitising spray, opting to stay in the bar with you while she makes sunghoon do some cleaning in the back.

you giggle at his antics. never a dull shift with sunghoon.

you remember the first time you met the boy four months ago.

he had been a regular before he applied to work at odd atelier. the pretty iced vanilla latte boy. it's funny how you remember customers by their regular orders rather than the names they'd give you. you couldn't remember names to save your life.

sunghoon would get his daily iced vanilla latte in the morning to-go but gradually he started dining in more often. after a month, he decided to apply to work there and got accepted.

you were tasked to teach him all he had to know as a part-timer when he first joined the team. he seemed cold and standoffish at first but really, he was just a shy guy.

when you got closer to him, he started showing you his chaotic side which you grew to love. you didn't think such a cold-looking guy would be as goofy as he was. it's funny how every guy you befriend turns out to be some kind of chaotic but you love it. you needed that kind of energy in your mundane life.

you didn't know when it began, but as sunghoon grew more comfortable around you, he started getting more flirty.

you can't tell if it's really a joke or not because the way donghyuck does it really does feel like it is but with sunghoon, it doesn't feel so.

if he were being real, you honestly wouldn't mind it at all. he was a good mix of goofy and serious. he knew when to be playful and when to be understanding of a situation. he's pretty good company, too.

"yah! earth to y/n! why are you zoning out?" you feel a smack on the back of your shoulder, causing you to snap out of your daydreaming. "ah, unnie!" you whined, rubbing the spot jennie hit.

"you were zoned out," she states, shrugging her shoulders. "okay but did you have to hit me?" you counter, still rubbing the stinging spot on your shoulder as you pout at the older woman.

she simply laughs and ruffles your hair playfully. everyone who works here have developed this habit towards you it seems. you didn't mind it though, it's only at work anyway.

"i was telling you to bring out some pastries from the back for the pastry case but you weren't listening. what are you thinking about?" she asks curiously, wiping the glass display case while you make your way to the back to grab some cakes and pastries to top up.

you come back out with your hands full of boxes, jennie offering to grab some to lessen the load. "do you ever wonder why hoonie is single?" you ask her, glancing through the small window on the pantry door to see the mentioned boy working hard cleaning.

glancing over at the older woman because she wasn't replying, you were met with her teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows. "why do you ask, dear y/nie?" you gave her an unamused stare back, crossing your arms. you sigh, knowing you won't be able to close the conversation if she doesn't get the answer she wants.

"just," you look over to the pantry door again, this time making eye contact with the boy who winks at you, laughing when you roll your eyes at him.

"he's very good looking, right? and he's fun to be around, he's very caring and always knows how to cheer people up. plus, have you seen the amount of girls that have come up to him here and asked for his socials? he could've accepted anyone, literally anyone but he, own his own accord, chose to be bitchless. all of the girls i've seen him reject are gorgeous gorgeous girls too,"

jennie simply laughs at your little rant, closing the pastry case after she was done. "aren't you the same? like, you're literally the reason our cafe went viral after someone posted a video of you on one of the acoustic nights," the older mentions matter-of-factly. "how many people have visited just to see you since then? how many guys have asked for your number?"

"but that's different! i don't want any of them," you huff, crossing your arms as you pout at the older. jennie snickers at your response, pinching your cheeks as she coos at you sulking. "there's your answer then,"

"what?"

"you wondered why hoon is single despite being very desirable? same reason you are, y/nie. you don't want any of those guys lined up for you and neither does he with those girls," she explains. "he's probably waiting for the girl he wants. no offence, he doesn't look like the type of guy who would make the first move,"

"that's mean," you tell her, despite giggling at the remark. "but i wonder who it is he's waiting for..." you trail off, imagining what your friend would be like if he had a girlfriend.

would he stop those flirty jokes with you? would he still be willing to cheer you up on days when your energy felt off to him? would you have to cut off your friendship out of respect for his relationship? you wonder.

jennie watches in amusement at your serious thinking face. she finds it so precious how oblivious you could be. she wonders why you're thinking of all this right now.

as sunghoon comes out of the pantry to join you two back in front, she watches endearingly at the way you two interact. she doesn't know how everything will play out but one thing she knows is; she's rooting for sunghoon.

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synopsis. in which you work at odd atelier cafe and can only make hearts in your lattes, causing a certain boy to misunderstand your intentions..... then he brings his friends and chaos ensues.

a/n: i can't believe it's been 2 weeks since the last update...i'm slacking fr sorry yall i'm only human 😔 neways this might be a flop update but i'm trynna intro each character and their relation to y/n before any drama!! so bear with me 🫶

taglist (open): @semisemirin1i82 @txtmetonight @ilyjxdz @miniature-tragedy @n1k1mura @t00miee @manooffline @aerivrs @saranghaohoshi @woninluv @moony-mari @nctsshoes2 @sunghoonnsupremacy @mnxnii @lisaswifey @enhy4me2 @en-chantedtomeetyou @enhypenlovre (strikethrough means unable to tag!)

[pumpkzsafeplace]

pumpkin's back to school week! - bag essentials! <3

heading back to school can be a scary experience- espescially after being away for so long! whic is why pumpkin is here to help with some tips and tricks to make this whole experience a little bit easier <3

today's focus is: the bag essentials. 🎒 here are some things you could potentially include in your everyday school bag! -> notepad(s) - the more the better! -> binder/folfers - to store lose work and to organise your bag a little better! -> a pencil case - to help store all your pens! -> diary/planner - to keep organised! -> extra pens & pencils - for colourings and stuff! -> an emergency kit - bobbles/hair ties, small compact brush, lipbalm, mint/gum, hand sanitiser, pads (if needed- although handy to have anyway if you have female friends), makeup wipes, deodrant, body spray. -> a stim toy - the cuter the better tehehe <3

other cute 'little' accessories to have:

-> you could decorate your backpack with adorable badges and stickers! or for you plushie loves, you could find miniture plushie keychains and stick them on for protection!

-> waterbottles can also be decorated with adorable stickers, you could even make your own homemade stickers- for a more personal effect ( video to help if stuck )

a little reminder:

you don't need the most expesnive things to be valid! please stay within your budget & customise when you can'! as long as you're happy, then that is all that matters to me <3

you've got this lil beans!

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[theg-unit]

Ghost headcannons

We back with more. God I need a new hobbie

-avoids mirrors like the plague and with the constant mask wearing, has genuinely forgotten what his face looks like. has a Glasgow smile. and a tongue piercing.

-genuinely so stealthy. He’s just so chronically quiet, (half training, half growing up in an abusive household) that sometimes he just fades into the background. Which coincidentally scares the shit out of everyone when he decides to speak and he’s suddenly just like ‘there’

-that being said he is still a very big man. He hits his head and shoulders on doorframes occasionally. But he is also very flexible for some reason. Which means he can fit in places he shouldn’t be. Like random cupboards and crawl spaces. Sometimes people will look up and he’s just there in the ceiling vent (which is occasionally actually just one of the spare masks he keeps lying around if he needs, but he thinks it’s funny)

-he’s a total cat. Loves being in really high places or the floor in the most inconvenient spots, such as trees, rafters, doorways, under desks and the roof. A lot of the times he sleeps there.

-the base makes chuck Norris jokes about ghost. Like “ghost uses pepper spray as seasoning” “hand sanitiser kills 99% of germs, ghost kills 100% of whatever he wants to” just shit like that.

-ghost eats anything put in front of him with one exception. He’s a big dude and that takes food to fuel so he’s never heard of the word picky. That said he will eat food off the ground (no matter how often price tries to get him to stop) but he refuses to eat maraschino cherries.

-he was a road man as a teen. He still listens to uk drill though he has been introduced to the Australian scene recently and he loves it. ONEFOUR is always his top artist. Closely followed by Adele and Billie Eilish. He likes to get in his feels sometimes. 

-reluctant cat dad. ya’know that very specific “I refuse to get a cat, I hate them” three days later they're best friends.

-massive fan of the great British bake off. excessively judgemental and a great baker. his cooking is a bit rough (mainly eats Tesco meal deals). but his baking is astronomically good. 

-just kinda... flops. if he doesn't want to move just goes completely boneless.

-purposely spreads and encourages rumours about himself to the new recruits or visiting forces. really enjoys the one that says his mask is an actual skull.

-is an ash blonde. his hair is actually kinda curly and he thinks it makes him look like his mum.

-mad titties. and we all know bout dat ass. he's just thick allll over. he's a little self conscious of his tummy but soap likes it.

[milfswriter]

can I request rhea smut but where rhea's the bottom?

We love a change 😜

My Champion

Sub!Rhea Ripley x Dom!reader

Summary: Rhea ends Bianca’s reign on the raw title, so she gets rewarded.

It was an extreme rules match with Rhea against Bianca for the women’s title. You grew worried as you stood ringside, seeing Rhea receive whipping after whipping from Bianca’s braids. Let alone all the kendo sticks and chairs she was hit with.

You got into the ring, distracting both the ref and Bianca while Rhea crawled to the corner, panting as red lines began forming on her skin. You argued with the ref while Bianca pushed you. “Stay out of it!” She yelled.

Rhea stood up, turning Bianca around and hitting her with the Riptide before pinning her tiredly with a hand on Bianca’s stomach.

“One! Two! Three!” You immediately slid in the ring to pulled her up, raising her arm in victory, the ref coming to give her the title. Her title.

She snatched it from him, hugging it to herself before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in as well.

“Here’s you winner, and the new WWE raw women’s champion, Rhea Ripley!” The announcer yelled into the mic, the crowd going crazy.

—————-

“Mistress..” you heard her impatient whine as you went to retrieve the blindfolds as she laid on the hotel bed. “You’re taking too long”.

You ignored her, coming back into the bedroom. “On your knees, my champion” you grinned, seeing her slide out of her and on her knees in front of you, she was much bigger than you, but she knew you were in control.

She loved it when you were like this, it takes her stress away from all the dominance and having to call the shots at every single point in your lives.

“Please..” she looked up at you with sweet, innocent eyes. Her makeup was long since removed and her ‘nightmare’ facade disappearing as soon as you reached the hotel.

You pulled her hair back to look her in the eye. “Let’s get your scars cleaned up first, hm?” You placed the alcohol and cotton pads on the night stand.

She took off her shirt, revealing red lines all over torso. “Lay back on the bed, Demi. On your back” she did what she was told and you sprayed the alcohol on the cotton pad, rubbing on the red lines, causing her to hiss and move away from you.

“I’m sorry, love..I know it hurts” her eyes brimmed with tears by the time you finished sanitising her scars and you peppered kisses all over her face.

———

“Make mistress cum, and you’ll get your reward” You switched positions with her, Demi on her knees as you pulled on the leash around her neck.

She spread you legs, licking a long stripe from your pussy. “Ugh..fuck yes. Good girl” you moaned gutterly, fingers scratching and squeezing gently on your inner thighs as she devoured your cunt.

She was just that, your good girl. She’s been trying so hard for the last year and a half to get her title back, and when she wasn’t cleared to fight at Money In The Bank, she shut you out for days.

She looked so beautiful looking up at you like this, she reached with a hand to hold yours so you can have something to squeeze when she entered you with her tongue.

You threw your head back against the mattress, “fuckkking shit!!!” You pulled harder on the leash, causing her tongue to get even deeper inside you as you wrapped the excess of the leash around your fist.

Her nose rubbed against your clit, intensifying your pleasure as she whined, sensing your approaching orgasm.

“Hm..yeah Demi, you like mistress’s pussy don’t you” she hummed, nodding as the tip of tongue hit your g-spot multiple times.

“That’s it, that’s it baby yes, god!!!!” You shook under her, releasing all over her face, your cum dripping from her chin as she crawled over to your face, kissing you.

“You taste so good, mistress..” she whispered in your ear and you pushed her face in your neck. “Hmm..” she kissed your neck, catching her breath as you scratched her back softly.

You sighed in pleasure before pushing her away, standing up and ordering her to lay back on the bed.

You moved away from her, wearing the strap you brought with you and lubing it up before going to the couch in front of the bed and taking the championship belt, wrapping it around her waist.

“You’re gonna get fucked like a champion, keep it here” you pulled her legs closer to the edge of the bed, covering her eyes with the black blindfold.

“Color?” You asked, rubbing on her thighs in a comforting manner when noticed she was a little tense. “Green” was all you need to her before thrusting into her already soaked pussy.

“God, I’m so..so proud of you” you didn’t move just yet, letting her adjust to the stretch as you kissed all over face,

“Mistress, please!!” She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets and you knew it was in fear of hurting you.

“I’ve got you, baby..mistress will take such..such good care of you”

Needless to say, Rhea was heavily rewarded and cuddled that night.

[purpleqilinwrites]

the body is a soft animal.

a/n: i have a long-ish fic planned for a cyberpunk 2077 au with nanami on the brain. i just had a specific scene that haunted me and i didn't where to put it in terms of the fic, so i just wrote it (also because i needed a taster of sorts to motivate me into writing the rest of the fic). also, this is the longest piece i've written in a while, so i just want to celebrate a little haha.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: general / fluff (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

info: cyberpunk 2077 au; reader is a ripperdoc; nanami is a merc

warnings: mentions of injury; mentions of killing

synopsis: nanami wasn't sick but still, he found his way to you.

word count: 2.4k

companion fic to "these unfamiliar intimacies".

Nanami Kento

When you remotely unlocked the door to your clinic after hearing Nanami's voice over the intercom, the first thing out of your mouth was "Are you hurt?" He was inclined to say that he wasn't. At least, not physically. He came to see you after a particularly taxing gig that also happened to be physically strenuous, but it wasn't the lingering soreness in his muscles that made him want to see you.

"I'm not," he said after a while.

You had turned away from your workstation in the interval between your simple question and his admittedly late answer, and he could easily guess the next thing you'd ask him.

The question "Are you sick?" was formed in a warped version of your voice, ringing in his ears before the words left your mouth. Your voice didn't register the same way it did when he imagined it in his head, and it made him think that maybe, just maybe he was a little bit sick, after all.

"Physically, no."

You gestured to the examination table beside your workstation, turning your back to him once more to start up the necessary diagnostics equipment for a full-body scan. Nanami acquiesced, quietly crossing the room and adjusting the backrest himself before removing his shoes and then lying down.

The synthetic leather was freshly sanitised, traces of the bergamot-identical antiseptic spray you favoured wafting up into his nostrils. Glancing up at your side profile, he couldn't tell if you had been napping on the examination table before he interrupted it by unexpectedly announcing his presence over the intercom.

When you spun yourself to face him in your swivel chair, he lifted his hand so that you could jack him in for the scan. There was a sound that confirmed the security of the connection, and then there was a different sound that signalled the start of the process. A loading icon began playing in a loop on the little square screen on the largest of the machines, hovering over text that read "SCAN IN PROGRESS". The two monitors on your desk lit up, one with empty progress bars that quickly filled up and the other with a multitude of pop-up messages he didn't bother reading.

"From a medical standpoint, you're entirely healthy. All your cybernetic implants are in good working condition as well," you said, disconnecting him from your equipment. "If you'd like more specific tests run, we'll have to move to the university hospital in Shibuya."

Nanami met your gaze, and he wondered if you had to learn it. If you had to learn to keep your eyes emotionally vacant but intellectually keen. If it ever came in useful when breaking a notably dismal piece of news to someone.

A sigh escaped him before he could reel himself in.

"I came here to talk, actually," he said, sitting up. Your eyes never wavered. Instead, you simply hummed in acknowledgement and drew closer to him on the examination table.

Nanami readjusted the backrest so that he could sit comfortably, though it was more to keep his hands busy. He didn't know what he was doing. What was he trying to accomplish? He did mention wanting to talk. What did he want to talk to you about anyway? His relationship with you was strictly professional. The conversation that could potentially alleviate the pinch in his chest would have to be one between him and a friend he trusted with his life, and he didn't have many of those left.

"Would you like something to drink?" Your voice came from the far side of the room where you had a wall-mounted control panel. He cleared his throat and requested a hot black coffee, to which you nodded before tapping a few buttons on the screen.

You wheeled yourself back to him, crossing the span of the room in one kick, and you informed him that one of your service androids would be bringing his coffee within the next three minutes.

"Thank you," he said, and he felt like he was having his first non-work-related human interaction in decades. Had he spent so much time completing gigs alone that he had socially regressed to a kid who couldn't hold a conversation? Nanami cleared his throat again to banish the thought.

As much as he hated to admit it, maybe Gojou was right to suggest that he accept a few gigs where he'd be forced to work in a team. Gojou, despite his number of obvious flaws, was occasionally able to offer a piece of sound advice, after all.

The service android swiftly ducked into the room with two mugs and exited at the same speed before Nanami caught himself. He thanked you for the drink again, blowing on the surface of his coffee and then testing the temperature with a sip.

The coffee was just right in temperature and more than excellent in taste, and he gave a low hum of appreciation as his first sip slid down his throat.

He looked at you over the rim of the pristine white mug in his hand. You were watching the spheres of ice move in a current of your own creation, bobbing erratically as you twisted the straw you held between your thumb and index finger this way and that in the amber liquid.

"Whiskey?" he asked, fumbling over the singular word and cursing inwardly at himself for it.

You shook your head, appearing not to notice his perceived blunder as you continued swirling your drink with the straw. "I don't drink alcohol," you said. "It's apple juice."

The conversation halted when you picked up your drink and motioned for him to consume his. Nanami obliged, content to cup both hands around the warm mug in between tiny, leisurely sips of coffee.

There was something quite precious about your manner now that he had the proximity and the silence to observe you. You chose a sweet juice instead of every alternative that was available in your extremely well-stocked clinic. Your drink was served in what must be a personal mug with the caricature of a dog painted on beneath the transparent outer layers of glaze. These little things chiselled away at the stoic image of you he had from his first meeting with you, even if it was nothing but a vague recollection of his anaesthesia-laden mind.

Nanami almost laughed into his last sip. He thought of you the same way almost everyone else thought of him. The irony wasn't lost on him.

"Have you ever killed someone and regretted it?"

His temporary good cheer loosened his lips in a way that even a whole bottle of whiskey could not. One moment had him holding his laughter back out of politeness. In the next moment, some words in a fairly unfortunate sequence left his mouth before he could process them.

It spoke to the capricious state of his emotions that he didn't want to take them back.

You blinked slowly, your face tilted in his direction even if you weren't looking directly at him. He suddenly became intensely attuned to the whisper of your air-conditioning system, the consistent tick-tick-tick of the mechanical clock hanging by the door, the dull hum of the machines as they awaited another order from you.

"No," you said, looking him in the eye and propping your cheek against an upturned palm. "I do everything with purpose."

It shouldn't be of any concern to him. He was well-acquainted with the wretched state of the world he lived in. It'd be supremely difficult to find a person who hasn't killed someone by the time they've reached adulthood. He wasn't surprised by the insinuation in your reply.

It was your choice of words that left him feeling like he had trespassed on what should be a secret.

The touch of your knuckle to his chin alerted him to the fact that he had been gaping at you. Nanami immediately apologised, clenching his jaw when he wasn't speaking to keep from making the same mistake again.

He wanted to put the topic to rest. If you weren't elaborating of your own accord, then it wasn't his right to pry. In spite of this, he was still curious. Who did you kill? On what occasion? Have you killed more than once? On purpose?

You were taking your time with your apple juice, cheek still in your palm and eyes fixed on a spot on the mostly bare walls that was apparently visible only to you. From the other end of the folding coffee table, his traitorous mind superimposed a likeness of you sitting in the same chair adjacent to him.

You were leaning slightly over the same table, facing away from him as you expertly broke open the shotgun in your hands. The empty shells clinked against the surface of the table when you shook them out of the barrels. There was an open box of ammo sitting to your right. Your hand knew exactly where it was when you reached for fresh shells to slide into your weapon. You brought the barrels back up to close the break, and it was the sound of a click too real to be his imagination that snapped Nanami back to you.

'Everything with purpose,' you said. You would've made an excellent merc. Better than him, even.

"Have you killed someone and regretted it, Nanami?" You threw his question back at him. It was very uncharacteristic of you, and it gave him a pleasant tickle. He knew you as someone who diligently avoided small talk, and yet, here you were.

"I have," he started, careful to taste his words before he spat them out. "I accepted a gig to dispose of a cyberpsycho. I only found out that he wasn't at fault after the deed was done. I—"

He paused, but he wasn't sure what for. There were plenty of other related things that he was leaving out. You didn't need to know. Or did he not want you to know?

"Did the cyberpsycho hurt anyone before you were contracted to kill him?" you asked. There was that tickle again, running up his chrome spine and settling into spaces between the individual vertebrae. The very same spine that you had painstakingly put together yourself just a few months prior, when he had to be hauled into your clinic in bloodied bits and pieces.

Nanami nodded. "He killed 4 med techs and injured 13 other lab staff. An entire wing of a research facility was ruined," he said, and it instantly transported him to a day earlier when he was on that Militech property far outside city limits once again.

The entire building had been cordoned off a few days before his arrival. Business carried on as usual in the rest of the compound that was unaffected. It was only the ground zero of the cyberpsycho attack that looked like a scene out of those old-fashioned zombie apocalypse movies Yuuji enjoyed watching.

"If you hadn't neutralised him, he would've hurt more people," you said. "There's no reason to feel regret if your purpose was to protect people."

He had been a police detective before he did away with his badge and became a merc. The desire to protect was the lifeblood that kept him going before the change in career, even when the uniform he wore and had admired as a child was what the people committing atrocities against other people were also wearing. It was the same desire to protect that moved him to remain in a line of work where his hands would always be sullied by death.

How did you know? Maybe he was a children's picture book to your knowing eyes, open and simple to read.

When Nanami looked up from his hands, he intended to thank you. For listening to him, and for letting him feel heard. The pinch in his chest remained, but it had lost its nails after sitting by you for a little while.

When he met your eyes for the first time in what must've been at least half an hour, there was an unknown but very much welcome tenderness in them that he hadn't seen from you before. 'Tender' would've been one of the last words he used to describe you, before this conversation. He'd hazard a guess that you preferred being identified on the other end of the spectrum: 'efficient', 'immovable'. The same words other people used to describe him, too.

At this moment, you were tender, and he was breathing it in, basking in it. It was strange to feel soft, especially when the bulk of his body was an arrangement of predominantly metal parts engineered into the remains of his flesh.

The urge to thank you for putting him back together bloomed in him from all the half-formed thoughts in his mind. He wasn't so brazen as to believe that a lesser ripperdoc would've been able to manage what you have. There was a reason Gojou entrusted him to you in his time of emergency.

"You're good at this," Nanami said, instead. To tell you what was in his heart seemed to breach the boundary line of professional etiquette between a merc and his ripperdoc. Maybe there would be a time in the future when he could run his mouth in your presence, a little treat for him that hopefully amused you too. Maybe it would happen soon.

There was a quirk that nipped at the corners of your lips. He counted it as a smile, mirroring you in equal proportion.

"That's the first I've heard of it," you said, lifting your cheek from your palm and straightening your posture. The veneer of a stoic ripperdoc quickly took over the half-smile you graced him with.

"I'll be back when I need a listening ear," he said, presenting you with an offering – of goodwill? Friendship? – and surprising himself with the magnitude of hope he was attaching to it.

You blinked. He watched you visibly inhale, and you looked unsure of how to respond. There was a slight wrinkle in your brow as you mulled his declaration over. "Do come back," you said. "Don't wait until you've been bisected again to come see me."

Nanami chuckled at the unexpected joke, though comedy might not have been your intention. Your half-smile was missing from your face, but the amicable glint in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

[cleaningfairies]

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[aintsleeep]

an appetite suppressant post from a fast food employee 🦋 behaviours and secrets inside fast food places that can help curb cravings for them <3

• i once witnessed the kitchen crew open a new huge block of cheese slices, dropped it all on the floor and simply picked it back up and used it

• our store looks really clean and was nominated as the best one a few times but it was still crawling with rats, animal dropping and d word fox bodies

• everytime i walked into the storeroom mice ran across the floor, and i found one in the burger buns

• the frying baskets are nearly always caked with half burnt crap in just a couple hours

• everyone’s idea of cleaning things is running it under water. like seriously whenever someone drops tongs in the kitchen (and that happens 24/7) they just run them under (cold) water and carry on picking meat up with them. even i find it nasty

• whenever we change milkshake syrups the pipes end up dragging all across the floor before we can put them inside the new bag (i hate this but there’s no other way)

• i have never seen the kitchen crew wash their hands more than twice in a 9 hour average shift

• i have also seen them scratch their crotch areas and beards and chests

• most people who go for smoke breaks never bother to wash their hands before they jump back on their station as they’re pressed for time

• nobody likes using the ice scoop which means their hands make contact with the ice a lot when they dip the cup in there

• the amount of grease that comes out from just one burger when it’s being grilled is usually enough to put me off eating on my break

• when we restock spoons there’s never any gloves left to spare by that time so someone’s hands have been all over the spoons you get for ice cream etc

• i’m one of the few people who can properly clean the coffee machines and they are always so disgusting inside. i love coffee but i refuse to ever drink it from there

• the kitchen line does get wiped down with a cloth but hardly ever sprayed/sanitised

• most staff notice things like hairs before a customer gets their order, but most staff will just pick it off and serve the same item

• not to be rude with this one, but one of my coworkers started there at like 65kg (143), and a few years later after all the free meals everyday she looks to be 100kg (230) or more

• on the other end, after the pandemic a previously obese coworker lost so much weight and told me it was because he wasn’t eating the food there all the time anymore

end of post 🦋 i know you guys are probably aware fast food places aren’t the most hygienic but sometimes hearing definite facts from someone bts can make it more real 🦋 follow for more like this

[n0brainjustvibes]

yeah I'm actually the callbringer of [rare harmless bacterial species]. no I can't do shit. if you spray the room with hand sanitiser real good I pass out

[srbachchan]

DAY 5360

Jalsa, Mumbai                     Oct 15/16,  2022                 Sat/Sun  12:03 AM

Apologies , my dear .. in previous mail , there was a birthday missed .. now added ..

💜🪔 ,

Ef Birthdays Update :

Hriday Kawadia Ef .. your birthday was on October 13

.. and here our greetings and wishes to you , little Don , and a fellow Libran , like your Father Prashant .. yippee !! .. be good , young man , study well , make your parents happy .. love and blessings from your Ef ..

October 14 .. birthday greetings to Ef Rishabh Shah

.. love and wishes ..

Oct 15 .. birthday

affection to Ef Yogita Jha from Indor .. Ef Mehveen Riaz from the D.C. of Washington 🇺🇲  .. and .. Ef Suyasha Mya from Malaysia 🇲🇾 (Twitter Handle : @baateinhawahain 🐦) .. 💛🌻

October 16 .. birthday wishes

to Ef Carina from Germany 🇩🇪 , and , Ef Namrata Pandit ..Love .. .. 🙏🏻🌸🌿

And so another day has ended and the desire to write to the Ef has not ..

It is late .. around 1: 26 AM .. as I get down to it and after many days of irrelevant scribbles here I am wanting to put thought to the post , but the winds of war within the mind and the eyes do betray my disposition and the bed invites .. but not without giving it a fight .. for survival  .. 🤣🤣🤣

it has been hard to put all the thoughts and work schedules together for the DAY, but the will to continue rides supreme and somehow will drives away the lethargic temperament a million times during the course of the KBC recording ..

arise and be in time for the drive .. the hour and half to be able to make the right time as per the schedules sent the previous night .. the drive and thank god for it gives time to respond to the millions of well wishers that send their gracious wishes .. and the information to the family on the work schedule for the day ..

Its quick sanitisation before entering the green paved station through the doors of sanitised spray and into the Vanity for hair make up and costume .. the dress, the quick gallery walk to the TP room for the briefing .. and on to the stage with the roar of lions abounding, until the seat of the HOT is occupied and the game begins ..

a few here and theres and time to end one and after the meet and greet with the present audience, to rush to sign off the many autographs and pieces of handy work and poetry that the audience has so thankfully and lovingly made with their own hands .. 

done ..

on the road back to work after late hours .. the gym .. the office work .. the dine with the family and its past the midnight hour .. rest for the next morn ..

wheel of time never stop .. and the repeat is begun again ..

but somewhere in the middle there is the inner joy of the audience and their personal stories and reactions .. they have wonder in their eyes .. I have simply nothing more than a receptive look of giving them what they wish .. and then back home ..

but ..

music plays an important part .. it has always and the strains that have been construct at the Genesis, bring bad sad and harmonious empires about thee .. and time rolls by and the gates of Jalsa open up to an exhausted blogger , who if  I might say, rather looks forward to this moment ; which he has not for quite a while ..

time is the healer in many respects .. it creates , symbolises , accounts for all that is around and comfortable to behold .. and before long the shadows strengthen and the zzzzzzzz of the day ..

I shall elaborate by the morrow .. and till then its .. 

GN 

itabh Bachchan

Amitabh Bachchan

[welcometololaland]

Oh shit I missed nice ask day BUT

essentials in your bag/you carry a la TK and Carlos in the tennis AU?

DAMN what an amazing ask because it's love game themed!!! thank you so much!!!

okay, so i'll do 2 because i love this so much (please forgive me).

WORK BAG:

laptop.

wallet.

phone.

keys.

over-ear headphones so no one tries to talk to me.

phone charger if i go on tumblr too much during the day.

planner.

lunch (that my partner makes for me because i'm a huge child).

work pass so i can get into my office.

pen (always carry a pen - that's a pro tip from my mum).

tiny little bag with a spare tampon, comb, hand sanitiser, tissues and painkillers JUST IN CASE. i've relied on this little bag so many times. highly recommend.

POLE BAG:

heels (yes. those ones. i always told myself i would never wear them and now i own like 9374982734 pairs).

kneepads (you should see how destroyed my knees are).

spare pair of pole shorts ('shorts' they're like bikinis) if i wear real shorts to the studio, just in case i need more leg grip (sometimes you gotta use the side of your ass).

grip aids (chalky stuff and dewy stuff for different parts - sometimes i use shaving cream for leg grip).

sweat towel.

earbuds (headphones are the worst they fall off constantly).

bandiads.

painkillers.

voltaren gel.

ball of death aka. spiky ball i stick in my hips.

body spray/spare deodorant.

water bottle.

2 x energy drinks because i'm stupid and i hate sleep.

thank you so much for this ask it felt like i was back in love game land!

[dannyriccloverrr]

Blake better have been straight on the scene with hand sanitiser and anti germ spray after than damn hug-

[knywriting]

Belongings

Modern au! What's in their bag?

Kyojuro Rengoku

his mobile (flip phone)

his wallet

food coupons

a photo of his family

a small first aid kit



Tengen Uzui

chewing gum

a small hand mirror

his wallet

some cologne

hair spray

Obanai Iguro

airpods

nail polish

his phone

liquid eyeliner

his spare black face mask

Sanemi Shinazugawa

swiss army knife

band aids

his mobile (flip phone)

his wallet

a dog keychain <3

Giyu Tomioka

notebook(s)

ipod

diary

his fav pen

a bottle of water

Muichiro Tokito

headphones

a novel

a sketch book

ipad + pen

a juice box

Gyomei Himejima

handkerchief

a light lowkey cologne

his spare prayer beads

a newspaper

a tin of cat food

Shinobu Kocho 

a packet of hair clips

lipstick

her phone

a planner

hand sanitiser (cherry blossom)

Mitsuri Kanroji

candy

scrunchies

chapstick

her phone

plush clips

[bi-demon-ium]

hello i have ocd and i saw your kate with ocd post so i am here to talk about Her!! i specifically have contamination, harm, checking and order/organisation ocd so this will kind of just focus on those? actually i want to not make it fucked so i'm keeping out of the harm ocd headcanons definitely. 

Bucket checking compulsion. She checks her bucket a specific number of times every day (for me whenever i check something i end up checking it 25 times), people keep telling her she should stop wasting time but she doesn’t think of it as wasting her time if she’s preventing all the bad things by doing this one thing

She cleans a lot, especially to calm herself down, if i recall details correctly. So i say she has contamination intrusive thoughts and she cleans surfaces and objects to avoid getting other people sick, like buys-sanitiser-spray-for-furniture, doesn’t-touch-public-bathroom-walls, wipes-down-restaurant-utensils, carries-two-sanitisers-on-her type cleanliness

Counting things until she gets to a Good Number, eg counting her steps and then she just Stops Walking once she reaches that number and she has to wait for the thoughts to pass

Religious/Moral/Superstitious thoughts because she grew up in such a diverse environment she was definitely exposed to some superstitions and moral values. For instance she believes in how if someone takes scissors from your hand it means they’ll fight with you, and she’s afraid of fighting with someone she loves, so she always puts the scissors down first

Checking on everybody compulsion, when they’re all together she checks if they’re fine; at the farm she checks on all the animals, her dad, and moocho. If milligan isn’t there she spirals and overthinks his mission, but he knows & always calls as soon as it’s safe for him to do so <3

I’d say if she exhibited any symptoms especially harm ocd in the orphanage she would be made to feel like a Bad Person

Whenever she thinks of a bad thing about a person she has to “overcorrect” and think of x number of good things about that person

Finally she gets the chance to get exposure therapy tasks for her ocd? Like they expose her to x thing that she thinks will make her/her family sick, and not let her clean her hands/body after, so she faces that through. It sort of minimizes the ocd intrusive thoughts in the brain once it proves that [bad thing] won’t happen if you do x task

I also have multiple thoughts on autistic kate but that is irrelevant right now

Have a nice day gert <3

thank you!!! sadly i don't really have anything to add but this is really interesting to read!!