#shower scrub brush

[dont-open-dead-inside-25]

life update i took a shower

[straydogged]

feeling. so overwhelmed by something and like theres a scream building in my throat and I don't understand why I'm on the verge of tears

[fingertipsmp3]

Just remembered another fucked up paint story (will put in tags because idk I like talking in tags more than actually in the post)

[61below]

The autistic rage of having to bathe this fucking meatsuit multiple times a week.

WHY. DO. I HAVE. TO SHOWER. SO OFTEN??

AUGHHHHH

[captain-amadeus]

Thinking about how much of a bad idea having a powerwash setting would be on a showerhead

[are-we-really-doing-this]

How do I get bitches

You think I get bitches???

[advisorsage]

I hate hate hate the way my brain is wired right now

I got overstimulated cause I haven't showered in too long (depression and dysphoria make it hard along with chronic pain) and wasn't wearing comfy clothes (my shirt had a literal collar around my neck which makes me feel like I can't breath and I was wearing pants I don't typically wear all for an interview) plus I was out longer than anticipated

I finally get home and take a shower

I can't use soap cause the soap feeling will make the overstimulated feeling come back and be worse and I don't feel like attacking anyone tonight

I notice a *slight* build up of dead skin on my arm

I start scrubbing at it

I can't stop

I end up scrubbing everywhere I can reach on my body so hard I leave marks and clog the hair catcher

I finally move on to my scalp

The gunk won't stop

I scrub in the shower for over 2 hours

I finally get out of the shower and dry off

More dead skin

I rub at it with the towel until it hurts

I ask someone I live with (she picks at my scalp all the time) to see if she wants to try getting three last of the gunk off

She informs me I can't get it without shampoo

I now need another shower

...and I'm itchy like I was before my shower

[footlongdingledong]

had a dream that there was this new tiktok trend called "scrubbing" where people would take images of fictional characters and put them in images of bathtubs and drag around transparent pngs of soap and brushes with their tiktok art tablets and like liquify tool their hair down to mimic giving them a shower. and people would get into flamewars in the comments of every single video over the types of soap they picked and if the images had decently removed backgrounds and if they got soap in their eyes. and it got onto the news because it turned out everyone doing the trend was doing it compulsively like they physically couldn't stop and each video was a solid few minutes long because they were just collectively obsessively recording themselves fake-showering these fictional characters and arguing about it online

[szasfuckingwife]

“Yuji, get your ass over here!” Sukuna yells. His nephew is spending some of summer break with him and he can’t for the life of him understand why he doesn’t clean up. I mean, it’s his apartment.

The teenager grumbles out of the guest room (practically his room) and rubs his eye, “Uncle, you can’t just yell at me when I’m sleeping…”

Sukuna points to the scattered dishes and opened packs of ramen on the counter, “Felt peckish last night?”

Yuji shrugs, “You said to make myself comfortable.”

His uncle has never been so provoked to hit a teen in his life. Forget the takeaway meals and home-cooked meals Sukuna had fed the boy. Because apparently, instant noodles from the corner shop tasted better, “Yuji, you didn’t even clean up. God, my girlfriend’s coming in like twenty minutes and now the place is a mess…”

“Y/N’s coming?” Yuji suddenly fixed his posture and stood up. “Like now?”

Sukuna’s brow raised at how his nephew immediately went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. And how when he came out, he put on his best casual fit and used some of HIS cologne, that was way too expensive for Yuji to use.

Sukuna couldn’t even get into the shower as quickly as he wanted to because he was trying to scrub the burnt pot that Yuji used.

That boy can’t cook a thing, Sukuna thought.

But just then, three knocks came from the door. Sukuna knew it was you because even after giving you his apartment key, you still choose to knock. Yuji raced to the door and opened it.

“Hi, Y/N!” He grinned.

“Oh, hi! I didn’t know you were staying over. Your uncle didn’t mention anything..” You scowled at Sukuna causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

Sukuna gave you a chaste kiss before sitting you up on the countertop, “Please try use your influence to make him be more tidy.”

“You’re such a mom, Sukuna..” You chuckle, “He’s just a teenager. You were probably the same, giving your brother the same flak.”

He rolls his eyes once more, “When we have a kid, they’re not turning out like that. They’ll be neat, respectable people.

Your cheeks grow warm as you note down how he said ‘when’ instead of ‘if’. “He’s not that bad, Kuna…”

Sukuna only dead panned you before asking if you want anything for breakfast. Before you could answer, Yuji loudly yelled, “Choso said he’s coming for breakfast too! Should I call my dad to come?”

“NO!” Sukuna responded.

[madmaxxing]

one of the joys of life is finding a hard brush thats comfortable to use for corners

[nomaishuttle]

i dont actually dislike my job sometimes its frustrating (management -_-) however its the easiest way to say Sometimes on my breaks i feel like id rather die than go back 2 work

[solemntitty]

cleaning the kitchen sink before I go to bed is self care I keep telling myself, bc I know in the morning if the sink isn't clear it will take up RAM in my brain

[yan-est]

yandere!househusband x afab!reader. cw: implied dub-con, fingering, edging, slight somnophilia??

yandere!househusband who takes care of you day and night. in your shared home, he's always there to help you, whether it be waking you up with ticklish kisses, cooking you food that has a rather unique aftertaste, or even scrubbing your back during a warm shower.

yandere!househusband who cherishes every intimate moment you share with him. whenever you're out busy with work, he subconsciously touches the ring on his finger while thinking about you. so by the time you arrive home, he engulfs you in a hug and immediately pecks your neck, trailing kisses from your chin down to your collarbone. when that happens, you have to stop him from getting too excited.

yandere!househusband who immediately leads you to bed after a long day of work. the both of you are tired from doing your chores/jobs, so the best way to recharge is to curl up in bed and cuddle, or so he says. but even though he says he's tired, his lips and hands say otherwise.

yandere!househusband who starts from massaging your shoulders, before brushing his hands down to your back until it reaches your hips. you could feel his warm breath on your nape, and when you ask him what he's doing, he simply presses a kiss on your skin, telling you not to worry.

"just get some sleep, darling," he says, and you try, you really do. your eyelids are heavy and you're extremely tired. but how could you sleep when you could feel his fingers rubbing on your clothed entrance?

the moment your underwear gets slightly soaked, yandere!househusband tugs the waistband off and slips his fingers right in. he knows you're trying not to writhe around under his touch as you attempt to sleep, but when he circles his index around your clit, you can't help but twitch a little. it doesn't help when he teases your shoulder with soft bites.

yandere!househusband who plays with your sweet pussy with his hands. you were already wet just from a few touches and rubbing, how much more if he actually puts his entire dick in? the thought makes him throb so he lines his tent up on your ass, grinding ever so slightly. he can't help it, okay?

yandere!househusband who stops when you groggily tell him you're coming. "oh, darling, we can't have that yet. you'll have to open up your pretty eyes first."

yandere!househusband who ends up making the most out of the entire night. he wants to savor you whilst you're half-asleep, after all. oh, and work? that can wait, just cuddle with him the next day. <3

[ervotica]

"I'm here, I've got you-" with mentor!finnick right after reader wins the games?! ilysm 🥺🥺

pairing: mentor!finnick odair x victor!reader.

warnings: finnick greets you after you win the games, and consoles your anxiety. something more ensues…

hunger games masterlist

Your bruised knuckles shake where you wring them in your lap; the tribute quarters are so empty, hollow and bereft of any signs of life other than yourself. You've scrubbed your skin raw in the shower, still flushed and tingling from the coarse brush you used to rid yourself of the dried blood and dirt.

You want Finnick.

You know mentors are always the first to greet victors after the games, and you need him more than anyone else right now.

The door creaks your head snaps up where you're laying. He’s at your side in an instant, concern carved into his features as he reaches out for you.

You tremble at his touch; palm against your cheek, arm hooked around your waist as he begins drawing you up and into him.

"How are you doing?" he asks, voice low and soft and caring.

The tears well almost unconsciously, catching on your waterline and spilling down your hot cheeks.

"Not so good," you admit despite yourself.

"I know, honey. I know," he murmurs, tugging you toward him as gently as he can manage. You're in his lap before you can register what's happening, and you tuck yourself up small, head under his chin, shoulders under his armpits.

"I'm sorry," you cry, "I'm so sorry."

"Shh, you have nothing to be sorry for. You did everything you were supposed to." He kisses the top of your head, hair still damp from the shower.

"Okay." You nod vehemently, almost like you're trying to convince yourself that he's right, that you're not a monster after what you had to do in the games. "Will you hold my hand?"

Finnick smiles and it pushes his dimples out- they're crescent moon shaped. You resist the urge to reach out and touch them.

"Of course I will."

His thick fingers entwine with yours like puzzle pieces, like that's where they've always been, where they're always meant to be. You bring his knuckles to your face and hold them there, against your cheek as you rest on his broad shoulder. Your bottom lip starts to tremble.

"I'm here, I've got you," he murmurs. "I'm right here."

You tilt your head to gaze at him, uninhibited affection practically oozing from your every pore. He leans in- you’re close enough to feel his breath on your face.

Your lashes kiss at the corners as your eyes flutter closed and he takes that as an invitation. His lips slot between your own like they live there and the kiss feels like coming home. When he pulls back, you chase him.

He meanders away from your lips with his kisses: the corner of your mouth, your cheek, a lingering one on your forehead. Your hand, still laced with his own, is holding him so tightly you’re scared you’re cutting off his circulation. He can feel your anxiety.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You’re smiling this time when you say,

“Okay.”

[neil-gaiman]

hi,

i’d like to say thank you for what you share on this platform; ofc the lovely fan interactions, but also the ‘the world is scary but we’re in this together’ things and the ‘there’s still a lot of good in the world’ things.

i’ve been meaning to go to the grocery store for several days and hadn’t managed to get myself to do so yet. ive been ordering a few things to my apartment which is tend to get in my head about because the grocery store is less than a block from my home. i’m having a lot of trouble eating again, regardless of what’s in the fridge, and expected this morning to be like any other where at some point hunger will turn into nausea which will get pushed to the back of my mind until mid day when i can maybe manage to get something down.

but i woke up this morning to your reblog of that post about all the things you can eat if you’ve got just a couple things lying around.

and then i got up and took my meds. i showered and shaved and felt like i was scrubbing away the outermost layer of this particular Depressive episode. i brushed my teeth and washed my face, put on clothes that aren’t the gym shorts and tee i expected to. i’m about to leave my apartment for the first time in three days. i’m about to go to the grocery store.

i know it’s not your original post, but you saw it and reblogged it for it to reach a greater audience. i don’t think i would’ve seen it had you not done so.

okay i’ve gotta quit writing and get my shoes on and be off (to the store! woo!!)

you put a lot of good in the world and in so many big ways. thank you for adding to the good in the seemingly smaller ways too <3

I'm really proud of you.

[teddybeartoji]

toji with a younger s/o toji with a younger s/o what about toji with a s/o who's the same age as him???? not younger, not older – the same.

you get ready for work in the morning together, brushing your teeth side by side, groaning as you stretch your sore bodies. you return home almost at the exact same time and spend the first hour in comfortable silence as you shower together. both tired from your days, you rest your voices; scrubbing each others bodies and washing each other's hair – silent i love you's sinking into your your hands, your skin, your hearts.

then it's time to rant about your days – how neither of you are keeping up with the newest trends and whatever else the younger ones are currently talking about. but it's freeing – being able to laugh together at things like this, not having to surpress the subtle taste of bitterness of being old. but together it's not as scary, it's not as bad. it's fun.

you take turns of teasing one another whenever the other finds a gray hair, you get to choke out a laugh at the raised eyebrows and the glare, no matter which one of you is the joke of the moment. witty remarks about elderly homes are nothing new despite the fact that you are both more than far from any of that.

bedtime comes early – the clock hits ten and you both find yourselves back in your shared bedroom. finishing your skincare routine, you're always greeted with toji and his reading glasses scrolling on his phone as usual. he looks good. and he thinks you look good. he couldn't be happier to be your husband as you crawl under the sheets with him, your hand resting above his heart. he couldn't be happier to be with you. to be spending his 40's and his 50's and 60's and just his whole entire life with you. he couldn't be happier to be growing old with you.