#spick and span

[tishascleaningcupboard]

“CAN UOU STOP INSISTING ON CLEANING ALL THE TIME?! ESPECIALLY MY THINGS!!”

"Shrimpo, it's important to me that things are all nice and clean, it looks nice when things are properly cleaned. If I didn't help with the cleaning this place would be far messier, and you wouldn't like that either, now would you?"

[raikirikiri]

HELLO PEOPLE it's about that time of night and month where i start to feel really silly. perhaps even TOO silly but regardless i have a chapter two of my orochimaru kakashi forced family story!!!!!!!!!! please read it!!!!! i say, begging on my knees with my hands clasped in front of me like a victorian peasant asking for stale bread

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64743448/chapters/168232387

[feigeroman]

Saturday Movie Night: Spick & Span (1962)

In the early 1960s, over two-and-a-half million passengers traveled by rail every day, making thousands of journeys between them. And when each and every one of those journeys was over, the carriages had to be cleaned by armies of staff (mainly women). This film looks at the different types of cleaning which needed to be undertaken, from the quick lick-and-polish in the station between trains, right up to the serious deep clean carried out two or three times a year at a special depot.

[tishascleaningcupboard]

"Oh! Well that's very kind Finn! I just hope he isn't too mad at you after you clean it, we all know he has a temper. Still, I'll sleep better knowing his room is tidy, if only for a little bit. Thank you."

"Finn, you're close to Shrimpo, right? Well, if you're ever in his room, could you please tell me the condition of his cleanliness, and his walls. While you're at it, could you try to convince him to clean his room? He won't let me do it."

@tishascleaningcupboard

Ah, don't worry about it! I'll clean it for you!

[tishascleaningcupboard]

Uh.. Tisha... Cod you maybe clean my room?

One of my fish-tanks had a little mishap and water and glass is all over the floor... The Tetras are safe and sound in my head, by the way!

I ree-ly can't Tetra a break!.. Hehe..

"Oh dear, of course I'll help to clean it up, all that glass is a hazard! How exactly did it happen if I may ask?"

[drainage-system]

swatchlings

[polishmodels]

Amelia Anisiewicz - DIDION × Spick & Span 2024 collection

source: instagram.com

[tishascleaningcupboard]

"Shrimpo, you do know I'm just making sure you're being hygienic, right? I don't do this to torment you, I do this out of concern for your well-being. Ahh, nevermind, thankfully it seems Finn is also concerned for your well-being, and you're much more receptive to his advice."

"Shrimpo, you seem happier than usual lately. You've been shouting less, and sometimes it almost seems like you don't despise everyone's company. Does this have something to do with Finn and your room? Are you happier that your room is clean?"

-Tisha

@tishascleaningcupboard

“… WHATEVER GETS YOU TO GO AWAY FASTER!!”

[tgsclassics]

Scottish brunette Emma Getgood appeared on the modeling scene in 1955. She worked for a hosiery manufacturer, and modeled in her spare time. She only appeared in a handful of British mags before emigrating to Canada in the Autumn of 1960.

[hijolehijola]

Since becoming an adult I've been pretty confident in myself as a person but this past year and a half I have been working with quite possibly one of the evilest people to walk this earth and now on a daily basis I have to chant self-affirmations to myself like a mantra: "I like myself, I'm not worthless or bad, I'm okay, I'm okay." Some people just really don't like people to have any confidence or self-respect whatsoever. I just have to keep telling myself that people like that couldn't possibly be truly happy with their lives.

[thrawns-backrest]

Tar??? THIS Tar? 👀 😄 Well, I'm curious - how about ❤️, 🎹 and 🍩? See you soon!

Thank you so much for sending this in, I've been dying to talk about my boy!! ❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Tarsit's best memory is taking his first non simulated flight and feeling the acceleration of the engines vibrate through his body. His first proper flight in a real TIE. He was a man in love before that but that day felt like a reaffirmation of his religion. A close second would be graduating the academy or the day he was promoted to captain.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? He's a social guy so sabacc with his men is a good contender. He also keeps fit but even though that gives him a kick, much like with a certain blue man, it's more so part of his work ethic and the standards he holds himself to. In reality his passions all lie in his career and in that sense you could say that taking care of his baby (his fighter) is a hobby in and of itself.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? Anyone who's all bark and no bite is already on this man's black list but if they also try to start shit with him? Yeah, they're in for it. His current commander has taken meticulous care to make sure he doesn't have to work with any mouthy officers or upstarts because that's a recipe for disaster.

It's extra effort but worth the asset. Loudmouths aside, he's the most laid back guy on the block so an arch nemesis is rarely anything more than that.

[tishascleaningcupboard]

You uhh...told me I shed. I'm sorry I shed you shouldn't have to clean up after me so much!

- @ask-goob

Oh Goob, you don't need to apologise for something you can't control! Yes, you shed, but that's just a natural process for you! I can hardly fault you for how you were made.

Though I do suggest you get someone to help brush your fur when you're shedding, it should make sure your fur grows back properly, and gathers the hair in one place for me to clean. I'm sure your sister can help brush, and if she's not available I can fill in too, if you're ok with that!

[tishascleaningcupboard]

"Thank you, I'll be around to pick them up when they're ready. I'd offer to clean the kitchen afterwards but I'm afraid I have plans."

"Cosmo, I'm so sorry to be a bother, but could you do me a favour please? If you could, could you please make some cupcakes for me? Specifically ones with decorations on the icing. Only if you're up for it, but I would greatly appreciate it."

"Of course! I would love to :)"

[bi-writes]

hiiiii I'm new to your page but i would like to ask you what would've happened if simon mail-ordered a bride?

mail-order bride

you stare down at the address on the card, blinking as you reread the house number and look back up at the cottage in front of you. the numbers match, but you just need a few more minutes before you knock on the door.

you're not holding too many things. you have one suitcase with the entirety of your belongings at one side, the cat carrier sitting on top of it. on the other side, you hold a bundle of papers. your immigration papers, all shiny and new, your birth certificate, and your new british passport.

when you look back down, you swallow as you read over your name. it's odd, to see something new in the section labeled SURNAME.

Riley.

you've never met him. this isn't legal, it can't be, to have all of these things. he must be someone important. someone they value. or maybe, they are just too afraid to say no to him.

the front door opens, and you freeze on the spot as you see someone duck their head to step outside. they're wearing a mask, covering their entire face except for their dark eyes, but it's hitched up over his nose as he holds an unlit cigarette between his lips.

he stares as he sees you at the end of the steps. he frowns, looking you up and down.

"weren't supposed ta be 'ere for a few weeks."

your eyes water a little, but you only manage a shrug.

"i-i..." you meet his eyes. "i-i couldn't stay there any longer. i didn't have anywhere else to go."

he tucks the cigarette back behind his ear, slipping the mask off. it reveals a tousled mess of short blonde hair and a terribly scarred face. his eyes dart to the little carrier sitting next to you when he hears a soft meow coming from it.

"said no pets."

your lip trembles.

"please," you whisper, and his lip twitches as he fights off a scowl. you imagine he must not have much practice in hiding his emotions. he comes down the steps anyways, coming closer, and you pick up the carrier as he snatches the suitcase off the pavement, making his way back inside. you follow him, naturally.

when you close the door behind you, you're surprised at how quaint it all is. nice brick fireplace, a soft carpet (no shoes allowed is what he snapped at you), and wonderfully furnished to make the place cozy, warm, lived-in. there's throw blankets and accent pillows. there's pictures on the walls, paintings, yellow corner lights to give everything a soft glow. the kitchen is beautiful, with lovely colored tile and wooden cutting boards, a drip-coffee setup in the corner and worn cookbooks stacked neatly by a stainless steel toaster. there's herbs growing in little pots sitting on the windowsill above the sink, and there's a cast iron pot decoratively resting on the stove.

it's spick-span clean. there's no specks of dust or splatters left over from bacon grease. there's papers pinned to the fridge, lists to remind him to buy whole milk and sliced bread and call about the internet bill being charged twice again.

you set the carrier down on the couch, unzipping the top. a little curious black head pokes out of it, and you reach in and pick the cat up under its belly and drop it onto the floor. immediately, the cat spreads its front paws, claws sticking out as they begin to knead the carpet and use it as a personal scratcher, the prick, prick, prick sound enough to draw the giant man out of the bedroom with a hard frown on his face.

he points at the thing and shakes his head.

"keep tha' thing off the fawkin' counter," he snaps at you. he purses his lips when he sees you still standing there, afraid to even move. he comes closer, the cat scurrying off, and he yanks your coat and scarf off, going to the hang them up by the door. "can unpack tomorrow. need t'make somethin' ta eat."

you move immediately towards the kitchen, hoping he keeps a stocked fridge, but he puts out a big hand and stops you, stepping in front of you.

"the fuck are y'doin'?" he asks, and you blink up at him.

"you said to make dinner...s-sir?"

he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"y'listen t'this," he murmurs. "women don't lift a fuckin' finger in this house, y'hear?"

you nod, and he reaches up and palms your throat, cupping your jaw.

"and my wife doesn't call me sir," he mutters. "it's simon."

you soften a little. "i-i'm sorry, simon."

"don't apologize," he grits his teeth. "did nothin' wrong."

when a fresh set of tears comes down your face, he wipes them away with ease, calloused thumb swiping over your cheeks and quieting you. he puts something into your hands, a velvet box that he must've gotten when he went to put your suitcase away.

"y'r a riley now, yeah?" he murmurs, and you tilt your head at an angle, and your foreheads brush together when he bends low to speak to you. "act like it."

you lean up on your toes (he's so fucking tall), and you kiss him softly beside his mouth. when he moves his head, your lips brush against each other, but he pulls back to make his way to the kitchen. you hear the gas stove light up, and a few minutes later, there's a familiar smell of onions hitting hot olive oil.

you take a seat on the couch, smiling to yourself, wiping your eyes as you curl up there. you flip open the box, sighing shakily when you see the rectangular diamond and matching gold wedding band. when simon comes back in to give you a mug of tea, you take it with your left hand, and his eyes flicker when he notices the new jewelry there, so pretty, so new.

mine.

when he pads back into the kitchen, the cat blinks up at him slowly, green eyes bright as they sit on the counter.

simon walks past it, saying nothing at all.

[polishmodels]

Amelia Anisiewicz & others - RED CARD TOKYO × Spick ＆ Span Special Denim 2025

source: instagram.com

[iamfanfan]

@ converse_jp

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