#how to remove stains

[forsythiahill]

How to remove Pen mark stains off a Vintage Purse

[anbaisai]

Mayu's feelings regarding Jamil's OB look is a mix of "that goatee looks awful" and "those snakes are adorable"

[shoegr]

How To Remove Stains & Scuffs From Your Shoes

Removing stains and scuffs from shoes depends on the type of material your shoes are made of. Here are some general methods to tackle stains and scuffs for different types of shoes:

Leather Shoes:

For stains: Use a soft cloth or sponge dampened with warm water and mild soap to gently wipe the stained area. Avoid soaking the leather. Afterward, wipe the area with a clean, damp cloth to remove soap residue and pat dry with a towel. For scuffs: Apply a small amount of non-gel toothpaste or a specialized leather conditioner to the scuffed area. Gently rub the scuff with a soft cloth in a circular motion until it disappears. Wipe off any excess product.

Suede Shoes:

For stains: Use a suede brush or a soft toothbrush to gently brush the stained area in one direction. Do not use water, as it can damage suede. For stubborn stains, use a pencil eraser or a specialized suede eraser to gently rub the stain. For scuffs: Gently rub the scuffed area with a suede brush or a soft cloth to try and restore the nap of the suede.

Nubuck Shoes:

Nubuck is similar to suede but has a finer texture. Use a nubuck brush or a soft toothbrush to gently brush the stained or scuffed area in one direction.

Canvas Shoes:

For stains: Create a mixture of warm water and mild soap. Use a soft brush or toothbrush to gently scrub the stained area. Rinse with clean water and let the shoes air dry. For scuffs: Try using a white eraser or a baking soda paste (mix baking soda and water to form a paste) to gently rub the scuffed area. Wipe off any residue with a clean cloth.

Mesh or Fabric Shoes:

For stains: Use a mixture of warm water and mild detergent to gently scrub the stained area with a soft brush or cloth. Rinse with clean water and allow the shoes to air dry. For scuffs: Use a white eraser or a baking soda paste to gently rub the scuffed area. Wipe off any residue with a clean cloth. Always remember to spot test any cleaning method in an inconspicuous area before applying it to the stained or scuffed area. This way, you can ensure that the cleaning method does not cause any unwanted damage or discoloration to your shoes. Additionally, regular maintenance and cleaning can help prevent stains and scuffs from becoming deeply ingrained in the material.

[gomzdrawfr]

ohm y god my mom said the hair dye can be washed off BUT THEY DONT AND NOW MY HANDS LOOK LIKE SHIT

but also, simon's hand frfr

[soundgarden]

pit stains are such a ridiculous issue to still have in yhis day and age how isnt there a solution yet

[sometimesanequine]

hey, listen to me. are the rubber bits of your shoes stained? you can get that out by taking an old toothbrush and scrubbing at it with a paste of baking soda and water :}

[ad-hawkeye]

me: aw yeah, the work for this town event is almost over. once it is, i can focus on putting my lbc charms/stickers up for sale!

[one of my employees gives her two week notice, which means i must now juggle not only the event planning, but the hiring process of a new employee, their training, and a stressful scheduling situation with only two flexible employees - one of which is myself]

me:

me:

[beliscary]

sir terence should be able to sing just because i want him to annoy dion with absolutely heartbreakingly lovely renditions of dion the bold but they're just increasingly mundane recountings of dion's day (and also roasts)

[forsythiahill]

How to Refinish and Remove Stains on Antique Marble Top Table

[maretriarch]

feels like literally all my clothes have little stains on them...... psychically that feels like being in deep debt or something.....in too deep of a hole to fix

[m-for-musings]

Honey Webbing

Part 17

!!!WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER ADDRESSES TO MENSTRUATION, FIRST MENSTRUATION AND MENSTRUAL BLOOD. IT CONTAINS BIOESSENTIALIST VIEWS ABOUT MENSTRUATION AND WOMANHOOD. on a side note, I must say that I tried to tone down the biological essentialism without it becoming too out of character for Minthara. Not sure if I succeeded, and also not sure if this chapter will remain in the fic for the future

Minthara wakes just before morning dawns. Her mind felt unusually foggy, the edges of her thoughts hazy and indistinct, and there was a peculiar lightness to her consciousness that she couldn't quite place. As she sits on the bed and shifts her weight, she was surprised to find that the searing pain in her leg had vanished, replaced by a dull, almost imperceptible ache. Minthara furrowed her brow, her gaze drifting down to the now neatly bandaged wound, the skin around it showing clear signs of healing. A faint sense of disorientation washed over her, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deep, unexpected feeling of... calm. She knew she should feel uneasy, vulnerable in this post-altered state, but a part of her – the part that had been so thoroughly battered and exhausted – simply welcomed the respite, however fleeting it might be.

Her typically restless mind, haunted by the relentless echoes of past battles, had been mercifully quiet throughout the night, the medicine Halsin provided granting her a blissful slumber free of nightmares. Minthara slowly stood up, wincing as her body protested ever so slightly at the movement, but the relief she felt was palpable. Her fingers traced the edge of the bandage, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she began to piece together the events of the previous day.

The memories were there, but they felt hazy, as if seen through a veil of dream-like fog. She recalled the searing pain, the frustratingly lucid ramblings, and the druid's unwavering presence at her side. Minthara felt a twinge of uncharacteristic embarrassment wash over her as fleeting memories of her drug-induced confession resurfaced in her mind. The blunt admission of wanting to have the druid in her bed seemed almost foreign, a momentary lapse in her carefully cultivated facade of indifference. Yet, the vision of him betraying even the slightest hint of discomfort at her revelation sparked a peculiar sense of satisfaction within her. Minthara couldn't quite fathom why the idea of Halsin blushing or faltering under the weight of her admission was so mildly entertaining to her, but the lingering remnants of the root's effects seemed to have left her mental defenses in a more pliable state. She couldn't help but wonder what other reactions she might be able to elicit from the druid, should the opportunity present itself.

Minthara quickly shook her head, dismissing the disconcerting notion. Now that her condition was finally bearable, she would return to that cursed cavern, retrieve her belongings, and find a way to retrace her steps in order to uncover what kind of dirty plot led her here, to finally take up her war against Lolth once more. And of course, regaining her paladin powers along the way. Time was of the essence, and she had already lost too much precious time.

As she contemplated her next move, a reminder came – the half-drow girl, Mera. Minthara still needed her in order to recover her lost possessions from Gods-know-where inside that cavern. It was Mera who had hidden away Minthara's belongings, after all. A faint spark of irritation flared within her – the idea of having to rely on the half-drow's aid rankled her pride. But Minthara was pragmatic enough to recognize the necessity of the girl's involvement. Without Mera’s cooperation, Minthara knew her attempt to retrieve her gear would be an utter waste of precious time.

The drow’s brow furrowed as she considered the implications. Mera had proven herself to be crafty and resourceful, but also short-tempered and prone to childish insolence. Convincing the girl to assist her would require a delicate touch, a strategic approach that would test Minthara's persuasive abilities. She began to formulate a plan, her mind already whirring with potential bargaining chips. What would a teenager want in order to cooperate? Gold? Silk? Perhaps both? Or perhaps the very lyre that started all the sourness between them. It pains Minthara to simply discard her precious Spider’s Lyre, but with a resigned sigh, she makes her decision. As soon as the girl awakes, she'd make her offer.

Minthara's ears perked up at the sound of hurried, yet surprisingly stealthy footsteps in the corridor outside the bedroom. Her brow furrowed as she silently moved towards the doorway, peering out into the dimly lit hall. A glimpse of a familiar figure turning around the corner, and Minthara recognized the silhouette of the halfling girl, Lila, slipping away with haste. A confused expression displayed on Minthara's face as she contemplated the peculiar sight. Lila's furtive movement piqued her curiosity, but she decided that whatever shenanigans those children were into, it was none of her concern for now. With a slight shrug, she turned and made her way towards the bathroom, intent on indulging in a much-needed moment of solace: a bath.

However, as soon as Minthara closed the bathroom door behind her, the sound of those hurried steps once again reached her ears, this time drawing closer – back towards the bedchamber. Curiosity now tinged with a hint of suspicion, Minthara quietly peered through the breaches of the door. There, near the tray where the remnants of the painkilling root still lingered, stood Lila. The girl's eyes were fixed on the potent herb, her hand outstretched as if to snatch it.

Minthara opened the door and cleared her throat, her presence now made known to the startled halfling. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she drawled, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and thinly veiled warning. "Sticky fingers, are we?”

Lila's eyes darted nervously between Minthara and the tray holding the potent root. "I-It's for Mera," the halfling blurted out, her voice tinged with desperation. "She's been in so much pain, and I thought... I thought it might help."

Minthara regarded her with a cool, calculated gaze. "And why didn't you simply ask Halsin for assistance?" she inquired, her tone laced with a hint of reprehension.

Lila's expression twisted with worry. "He had an emergency at Baleen's house," she explained hurriedly. Minthara didn't know who this ‘Baleen’ was nor was she invested to know about them. "Mera was hurting so much, I just..." The girl's words trailed off, her shoulders slumping with a mixture of guilt, desperation and a palpable fear from the drow, as if she was a creature featured in her worst nightmares.

Minthara's gaze hardened, her tone edged with a touch of disdain. "What of the human girl, Talia? Wasn't she supposed to be in charge during Halsin's absence?"

"Um, well, she is! She sent me to get medicine, but… um… this is the strongest one daddy has…" Lila stammered, her voice trembling. She glanced nervously at Minthara, her small frame shaking with fear. "I... I thought it might help Mera the most..."

Minthara has experienced first-hand the hallucinogenic properties of the root, and the potential dangers it posed, especially in the hands of inexperienced users, even as an adult. It would be insane to allow children to abscond with the potent herb.

Reaching out, Minthara plucked the root from Lila's trembling fingers, ignoring the girl's panicked protest. "You will not be taking this," she stated firmly. "However, I will accompany you to see Mera."

Lila's eyes widened in a mix of relief and apprehension, and Minthara continued, her tone now demanding, "What exactly is causing Mera such intense pain? Did something happen between your siblings? Any fights I should be aware of?"

Lila shook her head quickly, her voice quivering. "No, no fights. It's... it's just her stomach. She's been crying and clutching it all night."

Minthara's gaze trails off, wondering what in the Nine Hells could have happened to cause the girl such said intense pain. The drow mused silently, wondering if Mera had perhaps consumed something harmful or if an underlying condition had gone unnoticed.

"Surely Halsin must have other means of alleviating pain that are far less... volatile," Minthara muttered to herself, though loud enough for Lila to hear. With a firm grip on the root, she motioned for the girl to lead the way. "Take me to her. We will find a proper solution."

Lila's expression wavered between relief and apprehension, but she knew better than to argue with the drow. Nodding mutely, she turned and led the way, hurrying down the stairs with Minthara following closely behind. The drow’s mind raced with possibilities, considering how to address the situation without her paladin healing abilities.

Had they been in the Underdark, she could have instructed the children on which plants to find to alleviate the girl's discomfort, depending on its cause. But sun-fed flora was beyond her expertise. Still, this unexpected situation might be leveraged to her advantage. By aiding Mera in her distress, Minthara could potentially secure the girl's help without having to relinquish the lyre.

When they reached the children's shared bedroom, the scene that unfolded before them was nothing short of chaotic. Finn, the young dragonborn, was dramatically wailing, "Mera is dyiiiiing!" while Talia was sitting beside her sister, trying to comfort her whatever she could. A barely awake Soren struggled to make sense of the commotion, and a few other children slumbered soundly, seemingly undisturbed.

Minthara's gaze immediately fell upon Mera, the half-drow girl curled up on her bed, blood staining the bedsheets beneath her. She didn't need to scrutinize further to know the source of the crimson stain —Mera had clearly experienced her first menstrual cycle, a passage often accompanied by a fair share of discomfort. This also explained the girl's previously short-tempered, lashing-out attitude.

Lila rushed to Mera’s side, her expression etched with worry, as Minthara observed the scene with a detached, analytical gaze. The drow knew that this was a perfectly natural occurrence, one that her own people dealt with rather pragmatically. However, it was evident that the surface-dwellers were less equipped to handle such matters with the same level of composure.

"Enough with the drama," Minthara barked, cutting through Finn's wails. Soren blinked in confusion, his brow furrowed, while Finn's cries momentarily stopped, replaced by a look of bewilderment. With a sharp snap of her fingers, she commanded the attention of both boys.

"Out," she ordered firmly, her voice brooking no argument. She gestured towards the whole boys' section. "All of you, out of this room. Now."

Finn's eyes widened, his mouth opening as if to protest, but one withering glare from the drow was enough to silence him. Soren, sensing the gravity of the situation, quickly woke up Kiran and Umi, ushering them and the young dragonborn boy out, casting a wary glance back at Minthara as they departed.

Minthara regarded the halfling girl, her expression stern and authoritative. "Lila," she commanded, "go fetch some warm water and clean towels, quickly."

The girl scurried off without protest, sensing the urgency in the drow’s tone. Turning her attention back to Mera, Minthara approached the bed where the girl still curled on her own body, holding her underbelly with both hands. Minthara's gaze softened ever so slightly as she sat down beside the half-drow girl.

"Am I... Am I going to die?" Mera's voice was small, tremulous, and Minthara could see the terror lurking in her eyes.

"No, child, you are not going to die," Minthara replied, her tone still sharp, but uncharacteristically gentle. "What you are experiencing is a natural part of becoming an adult. Menstruation, or 'period,' if you will, and it will happen to you every month from now on."

Mera's brow furrowed in confusion, and Minthara could almost see the girl's confused mind racing to process the information. "A... period?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But why? What's happening to me?"

Before Minthara could respond, Talia made an intervention. "You're a grown woman now, Mera!" the human girl exclaimed, her tone patient and comforting. "Your body is changing. This is how you will be able to have babies one day."

Mera's eyes widened, a myriad of emotions flickering across her features. "To have babies?" she breathed, the concept seemingly foreign and overwhelming. "Y-you too have this... period?"

"Yes." Talia's eagerness to interrupt was starting to grate on Minthara's senses. "Mine started a couple years ago, before I came to live with Halsin.”

Mera's brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and distress. "So you knew this was going to happen? Why haven't you told me anything?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of accusation.

Talia's expression faltered, her gaze dropping momentarily. "Because... Well, that's not something we just go on talking about out loud, you see?" she murmured, her face tinged with clear embarrassment.

Minthara rolls her eyes in weariness. "A foolish surface notion," she interjected sharply, her gaze sweeping between the two girls. "Among my people, such matters are discussed openly and without shame."

Mera's eyes snapped towards Minthara, her expression a blend of relief and trepidation. "Then... Then what do I do?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Minthara's features softened, just a fraction, as she met Mera's pleading gaze. "I will show you, as soon as the little mischief returns with what I asked from her" she replied, "You'll see that there is no need of all this... fuss."

A moment later, Lila slipped back into the bedroom, carrying a bucked with warm water in her arms and a pile of clean towels in her shoulder. She glanced nervously at Minthara before her gaze shifted to Mera, her worry for her sister clear in her eyes.

Minthara turned her attention to the remaining occupants of the room. Yenna snorted soundly, her head covered by the blanket. Minthara moved to the bedside of the sleeping girl, rousing her with a not so gentle shake.

"Wake up," she ordered, her tone yet again brooking no argument. "This is important."

The girl stirred, blinking owlishly as they registered Minthara's presence. Confusion and a hint of fear flickered across her features, but the drow’s unwavering gaze quelled any potential protests. She also caught Lila's attention with sharp snaps of her fingertips. The only one who remained soundly asleep was the youngest, Fren, mercifully spared from the unfolding situation. Minthara decided to let the child slumber, knowing that she was far too young to be burdened with the realities of puberty, at least for now.

“W-what you're doing?” The half-drow asks, doing her best to cover herself and the blood stains beneath her sheets.

The faint hushes of both Yenna’s and Lila’s confused voices filled the room as the young girls huddled together, their expressions a mix of uncertainty and trepidation. Minthara's unwavering gaze swept across the faces of Mera, Talia, and the other children, her posture exuding the quiet authority of one accustomed to commanding respect.

Clearing her throat, Minthara stepped forward, immediately silencing the chatter. “In due time, all of you will experience this phenomenon by yourselves,” she began, her voice firm yet devoid of the usual edge of condescension. “So listen closely, for I will not repeat myself.”

The girls fell silent, their attention riveted on the drow as she continued. "Each month, the lining of the uterus sheds a small amount of blood. The blood and lining are there to nourish a potential baby, but if a baby is not conceived, the body discards this unused material.” Minthara paused, watching carefully the girls' expressions, searching for signs of confusion or understanding. When realizing they had understood her words, she continues, "In Menzoberranzan, the onset of a woman's monthly cycle is a time of great reverence and celebration," Minthara explained, her tone surprisingly patient.

Mera's brow furrowed in confusion, her gaze searching Minthara's face for any sign of the usual disdain. "Reverence?" the half-drow echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Minthara's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Yes," she stated, her eyes meeting Mera's with an uncharacteristic warmth. "We recognize the power and sacredness of it as a signal of pure life force. Menstruation is a gift, not a burden."

At Mera's side, Talia's eyes widened, her own conceptions about the subject clearly shaken. "But... but how can that be?" she stammered, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "We're taught that it's... unclean. It makes such a mess, and sometimes it’s painful too…"

Minthara's gaze shifted to the human girl, her expression hardening in disdain. "Your 'teachers' clearly know little of the true nature of the subject," she stated bluntly. "We get used to see more blood and capable of bearing more pain than any man. It is a mark of power, not weakness, much less… uncleanliness. This is what makes us superior warriors, unmatched in all matters," she explained, her tone infused with a hint of pride.

The girls listened, their faces registering a range of emotions – from Mera's growing wonder to Talia's lingering discomfort. Minthara's words, spoken with a conviction that could not be denied, began to chip away at the deeply ingrained notions she had been taught.

"During that time of the month, we train harder, but also ensure more comfort and…” Minthara drifts off, pondering if she should touch the subject of sexual relationships. She quickly decided that this should probably be a talk to another time. “...leisure, without shame or restriction."

The girls listened, enraptured by Minthara's unexpected revelations. The drow knew that she was sowing the seeds of a profound shift in their understanding of this most fundamental aspect of puberty. “I reckon that blood stains might not be the most appealing sight to some of you, so in order to avoid it…”

A sharp rap at the door interrupted the girls' attention, drawing Minthara's gaze away from the assembled group. Squaring her shoulders, the drow strode to the entrance, her expression hardening as she pulled the door open to reveal the concerned face of Halsin. “Minthara?” The druid looked above Minthara's shoulders, sweeping the room with a worried look on his face. “Is everything alright? The boys are quite distressed-"

"Then control your boys, and refrain from interrupting any further," Minthara snapped, her tone sharp and unforgiving.

"I wanted to check on Mer-"

"Silence!" Minthara barked, fixing the druid with a piercing glare. "Women are talking." With a swift, decisive motion, she shut the door in his face, the sound of the latch clicking shut resonating through the room. A loud, confused "What?" rang out from the other side as Halsin's features twisted in bewilderment, but Minthara paid him no heed.

Turning her attention back to the girls, Minthara's expression softened ever so slightly, her focus once again trained on the matters at hand. "Now," she murmured, her voice low and steady, "where were we?"

The girls exchanged a series of baffled glances, their eyes darting between Minthara and the closed door, but no one dared to move or say anything.

Minthara's gaze settled upon Mera, her expression softening. "Here, child," she beckoned, her hand gesturing towards the towels Lila brought. "I will show you how to properly attend the monthly bleeding."

Minthara retrieved a stack of soft, absorbent cloth, folding it carefully. "These will serve to keep you comfortable, and will hold the blood off your clothes," she explained, her tone matter-of-fact yet tinged with a faint hint of pride. "You will need to change them regularly, ensuring they remain fresh and free of stain. For that, you’ll have to wash them in cold water with a bit of vinegar, and rinse it twice."

Mera watched, her eyes wide with rapt attention, as Minthara demonstrated a simple yet effective technique of securing the cloth in place, her movements efficient and practiced. "I suggest that you have their edges carefully trimmed and stitched for easier posterior use,” the drow murmured, her hand extending the cloth to Mera. "And remember that there is no need for shame or secrecy about this."

Minthara felt Talia’s gaze watching their exchange with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. No doubt Minthara's pragmatic approach and willingness to guide Mera through this experience was a stark contrast to the girl's own discomfort in discussing such matters. Somehow, Minthara expected that the girl's views and understandings of this pivotal transition could change, given due time.

“Replace this.” Minthara said to the assembled girls, referring to the blood-stained bed sheets, her expression calm and yet authoritative. "When it comes to dealing with the blood stains on clothes and mattress," she began, her tone matter-of-fact, "I suggest talcum. Apply it liberally to any soiled garments, then allow it to sit for a time before brushing it away. Soak it in milk afterwards, if necessary."

The girls moved to change Mera’s bed sheets, and Talia offered her sister a new change of clothes. Minthara catches the dirty mattress and clothes in her arms, her gaze steady as she regards the other girls. "Tend to her," Minthara instructed, her voice a touch gentler than before. "See to it that she is made comfortable.” The girls nodded mutely and set to work, their movements a mix of uncertainty and dutiful purpose as they rearrange pillows and blankets for Mera. Minthara stepped back in silence, satisfied that the matter was now in more or less capable hands. They will learn how to deal with it on their own in no time.

As Minthara stepped out of the children's bedroom, she immediately picked up on the low murmurs coming from down the hall. She strode towards the source, only to find Halsin engaged in a hushed conversation with the group of young boys Minthara had expelled from the bedroom. The druid's expression was one of evident concern, but also calm and patient, and Minthara could surmise that he had deduced the nature of the "girls talk" that had just taken place inside, and now was educating the boys on the matter. 

She marched up to Halsin, shoving the bundle of Mera’s stained laundry into his arms. "Give her something for the cramps," Minthara commanded, "And keep Lila's deft little fingers away from your drugs." She thrust the root she had procured earlier just above the laundry in Halsin's arms, her gaze half daring him to question her actions, but she did not wait for a response. She turned on her heel and marched back upstairs, leaving Halsin standing in the corridor alongside the group of bewildered boys.

< Part 16 | Part 18 >

[etola]

It’s 3 AM and I’m washing my dolls in my bedroom

[dogwittaablog]

Do you think you can get nolie to wear nail polish?

It'd probably take a good amount of begging to even paint his nails even with just a tad bit of colour... but eventually he'd give in... Would probably make you take it off after 5 minutes.

[miss-crazy-rose]

Was dressed as Fleabag for Halloween

Had 4 people in the entire very crowded bar who recognized my costume

3 of them were from English speaking countries

Had 16 people asking me if I broke my nose

Had 3 people asking if I was Mia Wallace from pulp fiction

Conclusion: French people should watch Fleabag

[confetti-critter]

Being a cheap bastard has its perks. At work someone was gunna throw away bags of "garbage" clothes that can't be sold so I was like "?? Can I have them?" And some of this shit is just fine.

Oh what? This hoodies zipper is finnicky?? Sorry all I'm hearing is "free hoodie". Oh what? The zipper on these shorts is all fucked up?

Well I'll see if I can fix it and if I can't I'll use safety pins or just not give a shit cuz these shorts fit me good and the pockets are big. Am I gunna get arrested cuz my fly is down even though you still can't see my underwear? I thought not. Bye.