#tumble dryer balls

[callblockerusa]

Tumble into Eco-Friendly Efficiency: The Magic of Dryer Balls

In the quest for a more sustainable and efficient laundry routine, dryer balls have emerged as eco-friendly alternatives to traditional dryer sheets and fabric softeners. These unassuming woolen wonders are transforming the way we dry our clothes, offering a host of benefits from reducing drying time to leaving fabrics soft and static-free. Let's explore the magic of dryer balls and how they are making waves in laundry rooms around the world.

What Are Dryer Balls?

Dryer balls are typically small, spherical balls made from materials like wool or rubber. Their purpose is to optimize the drying process by improving air circulation within the dryer, which in turn facilitates faster drying times. Unlike traditional dryer sheets, which are often single-use and contribute to environmental waste, dryer balls are reusable, making them an eco-conscious choice for laundry enthusiasts.

The Benefits of Using Dryer Balls

Faster Drying Times: The primary advantage of dryer ball is their ability to speed up the drying process. As the balls tumble around in the dryer, they create space between the clothes, allowing hot air to circulate more efficiently. This not only saves energy but also reduces overall drying time.

Energy Efficiency: By reducing drying times, dryer balls contribute to increased energy efficiency. This can lead to lower electricity bills and a smaller carbon footprint, making them a sustainable choice for environmentally conscious consumers.

Natural Fabric Softening: Unlike traditional fabric softeners that often contain chemicals, tumble dryer balls provide a natural alternative for softening fabrics. The gentle agitation they create helps to break down stiffness in clothes, leaving them soft and fluffy without the need for additional products.

Reduced Static and Wrinkles: Dryer balls help prevent static cling in fabrics, eliminating the need for chemical-laden anti-static products. Additionally, the constant movement of the balls in the dryer helps to minimize wrinkles, making ironing less of a necessity.

Cost-Effective and Reusable: Dryer balls are a one-time investment that keeps on giving. Unlike dryer sheets, which need to be discarded after each use, dryer balls can be reused for numerous laundry cycles, making them a cost-effective and sustainable choice in the long run.

How to Use Dryer Balls

Using dryer balls is a simple and straightforward process. Toss them into the dryer along with your wet laundry, and let them work their magic. For enhanced fragrance, a few drops of essential oils can be added to the balls before each cycle.

As we navigate towards more sustainable living practices, small changes in our daily routines can make a significant impact. Dryer balls offer a simple yet effective way to reduce energy consumption, minimize waste, and achieve eco-friendly softness in our laundry. By incorporating these woolen wonders into our drying routine, we not only save time and money but also contribute to a greener and more sustainable future, one load of laundry at a time.

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Natural Wool Dryer Balls vs Dryer Sheets: Which is Better

When doing laundry, most of us want to find the most straightforward, effective, and affordable solution to make our clothes soft, static-free and smelling great. One of the most common options people use is dryer sheets, but recently, natural wool dryer balls have been gaining popularity as a more eco-friendly and sustainable alternative. In this post, we will compare and contrast natural wool dryer balls vs dryer sheets in terms of environmental impact, effectiveness, and ease of use, to help you decide which option is better for you and your laundry routine.

Main differences between Natural Wool Dryer Balls and Dryer Sheets

The main differences between natural wool tumble dryer balls and dryer sheets are primarily related to their environmental impact, effectiveness, cost, and ease of use. Natural wool dryer balls are an eco-friendly and sustainable option that can be used for years, while dryer sheets are disposable and contribute to landfill waste. In terms of effectiveness, natural wool dryer balls can soften clothes and reduce static just as well as dryer sheets, but without using chemicals or synthetic fragrances. Additionally, natural wool dryer balls can save you money in the long run since they can be reused for multiple loads, while dryer sheets must be replaced after each use. Finally, while both options are relatively easy to use, natural wool dryer balls require no additional steps beyond tossing them in the dryer, while dryer sheets need to be individually added to each load.

Environmental impact

Dryer sheets are a common household item that can harm the environment. They are typically made with non-renewable resources, such as polyester and other synthetic materials, that can take hundreds of years to decompose in landfills. Additionally, dryer sheets are often coated in chemicals and synthetic fragrances that can harm the environment and human health. These chemicals can be released into the air and waterways during drying and contribute to air and water pollution. On the other hand, natural wool dryer balls are an eco-friendly and sustainable alternative to dryer sheets. They are made from natural, renewable resources and are free from harmful chemicals and synthetic fragrances. They can be used for years, reducing waste and energy consumption. Regarding overall impact, natural wool dryer balls are a more environmentally responsible choice than dryer sheets. By switching to natural wool dryer balls, you can reduce your household's impact on the environment and positively contribute to a healthier planet.

Effectiveness

Regarding effectiveness, both natural wool dryer balls and dryer sheets have strengths and weaknesses. Both options work to soften clothes and reduce static, but they do so in slightly different ways. Dryer sheets typically contain synthetic softening agents that coat the fibres of the clothes, making them feel softer to the touch. They also contain anti-static agents that help to reduce static cling. On the other hand, natural wool dryer balls work by bouncing around in the dryer, separating clothes and allowing hot air to circulate more effectively. This helps to reduce drying time and soften clothes without the need for synthetic softening agents. However, some people find that natural wool dryer balls are less effective at reducing static than dryer sheets. Customer reviews and personal experience with both options vary, with some preferring the softness and fragrance of dryer sheets.

In contrast, others prefer the eco-friendliness and longevity of natural wool dryer balls. Ultimately, choosing between natural wool dryer balls and dryer sheets comes down to personal preference and priorities. If environmental impact and cost savings are your top priorities, natural wool dryer balls may be your best option. If you prioritize softness and fragrance, dryer sheets may be the way.

Ease of use

Both natural wool dryer ball and dryer sheet is used in the laundry drying process to help reduce static cling, soften fabrics, and decrease drying time.

Natural wool dryer balls are made of 100% natural wool fibres and come in 3-6 balls. They are easy to use - toss them in the dryer with your clothes and let them work their magic. The wool balls help to separate the clothes, allowing more air to circulate, which helps clothes dry faster. They also absorb moisture from the clothes, reducing drying time and static cling. Wool dryer balls can last for several hundred loads of laundry and be reused repeatedly.

On the other hand, dryer sheets are thin sheets of synthetic material coated with a mixture of chemicals and fragrances. You toss one or two sheets into the dryer with your clothes to use them. The chemicals on the sheets help to reduce static cling and soften fabrics. However, they are single-use items, and after one cycle, they must be disposed of.

Regarding ease of use, wool dryer balls are the clear winner. They are a one-time purchase that can be used for hundreds of loads of laundry, while dryer sheets need to be purchased repeatedly. Wool dryer balls are also eco-friendly and sustainable, whereas dryer sheets are a single-use item that creates waste. Finally, wool dryer balls are hypoallergenic and chemical-free, making them an excellent choice for people with sensitive skin or allergies.

Conclusion

Natural wool dryer balls are a better option than dryer sheets in terms of ease of use, sustainability, and health benefits. Wool dryer balls are a one-time purchase that can be used for hundreds of loads of laundry, while dryer sheets are a single-use item that needs to be purchased repeatedly. Additionally, wool dryer balls are eco-friendly, hypoallergenic, and chemical-free, making them an excellent choice for people with sensitive skin or allergies. While dryer sheets may be convenient, they are less practical and cost-effective in the long run. Therefore, natural wool dryer balls are the way to go if you're looking for a better option to reduce static cling, soften fabrics, and decrease drying time.

[kanamesengoku]

[themetalvirus]

putting silver into situations is so funsies

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

Your Leander theories and thoughts are so interesting! but since he’s not your most fav, I gotta know, who is you fav in the cast so far and what are your thoughts on them?

oh thank you!! your leander opinions are very good and I love seeing your ts content and oc on my dash

I'm someone who has a difficult time choosing a singular favorite for anything at all, so my character preference is mhin and ais as primary favorites, kuras and leander as very close seconds, and vere as "still very interesting and nuanced as a character but has some traits/tropes I find personally off-putting"

mhin has a lot of traits that are like catnip to me in terms of characterization, particularly the angst and the struggle I imagine we'll see between them and their monster. I think there's potential for a lot of interesting parallels and foils between the mc and mhin that could be explored as well, depending on how their backstory unfolds

(also canon nonbinary character my beloved)

before the demo came out, I didn't expect to like ais as much as I do, but he's turned out to be much more genuine than I'd imagined. I think he really is what he presents himself as, and his character conflict is likely to be a much more externalized one surrounding ocudeus than anything to do with his personal identity

(also I think we would get on as fast friends irl)

[wei--wuxian]

WOW this is fun. hey kids don't stay up until 4:30am writing the angstiest fanfiction of your entire life!!!!!!!

[eyeseechan]

watched re-animator like two weeks ago and since then herbert west has been tumbling around in my head like a dryer ball that progressively retains more and more lint until the dryer catches on fire and explodes into a million pieces burning down my house and i stand in the wreckage realizing my life is irrevocably changed forever.

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area 8

Chapter 8

Masterpost

“You're just now going to campus?” Jazz said. Danny scowled ahead at the sidewalk. Her tone wasn't judgmental so much as mildly surprised. He still hated it. “That's a lot later than usual. Is everything alright?” Danny hunched his shoulders up and consciously reminded himself not to get defensive. He wasn't slacking. He'd gotten home after his class and slept 13 hours. He still felt wiped out.

“Ghost stuff,” he said cryptically. “Ruined my night.” He dodged someone on the sidewalk without thinking about it, used to the crowds by now.

Jazz inhaled sharply into his ear. “They're supposed to leave you alone to focus on your education,” she hissed. “Just so you know, I do have the venomous Fenton electric creep stick-”

“Yeah, I know,” Danny cut her off. She was probably holding it up right now, thumb on the trigger. He couldn't fight off the rueful smile. She had his back, didn't she? Always did. With that in mind… “I think I need help,” he admitted. Oof. Felt bad. Not as bad as failing his classes, though, which was the danger if he got pulled too deep into more Ghost bull honkey.

“Of course!” Jazz enthused. He stepped off the curb and then quick-stepped backwards to avoid getting hit by some asshole running the red light. Danny lifted up his free hand to flip them off as he hung on his heels on the edge of the pavement drop. He dropped lightly back onto the balls of his feet and jogged across the street.

Jazz was still talking, voice clear over the morning meld of honking and running engines. “How about you come over to my place after your classes tonight? My roommate is out for a conference.”

“You just don't want to come to Crime Alley,” Danny accused her. “Even for me, your beloved baby brother.” He dodged a car that was parked on the cross walk and made an ugly face at the driver. “Despite your professed love for crime, when it counts, it's all talk.”

“I don't love crime,” Jazz reiterated with her inhuman patience. She didn't take the bait of his deliberate mischaracterization of her career plans. “But I am exquisitely stabbable." Her tone went lofty with the brag. "So yes, I avoid Crime Alley.”

Danny blew an unimpressed raspberry to show what he thought of that.

He hadn't met anyone in Gotham yet who he thought would really throw Jazz for a loop. She was a 6ft 2 judo black belt, and she was liminally spooky as fuck. “No one would stab you,” he said, making it sound like an insult. His janky ass was more likely to get held up. "But fine, I'll haul my poor broken corpse all the way over there to do you a favor-”

“So I can do you a favor,” Jazz corrected wryly.

“My poor broken corpse,” Danny cut back in, because that was a really relevant factor to him. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and swooned a little. He felt like he'd been in a tumble dryer. Missing a full night of sleep was an insufferable insult to his desperate shoe-string construction of a healthy routine.

“I would so get robbed if I came there,” Jazz argued. “Maybe even kidnapped.” He could all but hear her flip her hair.

He snorted but let her keep her delicate feminine delusions about not being one of the scariest motherfuckers in the crime capital of the country. He wasn't actually worried about her interning at Arkham Asylum. Maybe he'd freaked out a little when she'd moved here, but that wasn't why he was here. No matter what anyone said.

“There's no immediate danger, right?” Jazz checked. “No reason I need to be concerned today?”

“Nah,” Danny reassured her, as the campus came into sight. He had about an hour before class to spend in the lab before his lecture. “It's not that kind of problem.” He felt his face arranged itself into a wry smile. “You might like this one.”

“Oh?” Jazz asked, intrigued. “Do tell.”

“Only after I've sworn you to perfect silence,” Danny shot back instantly. “I mean it, for real, you can't tell a soul living or dead or nonliving or-”

“I think I get it,” she cut him off. Jazz huffed. “As if I can't keep a secret. You think I can't keep secrets? I know the most incredible things that you could never dream up.”

“...Big if true,” Danny snarked, pretending that he wasn't extremely interested.

“You never knew what happened to the Robinsons,” Jazz said airily. “And you never will.”

“...that doesn't bother me at all,” Danny lied. He stopped walking.

“Ahuh,” Jazz said knowingly. “Hey, remember the neon cheese incident?”

Danny gritted his teeth. “Can't say I do,” he said. It was bullshit, and even he knew it wasn't convincing Jazz. He was dying to know the truth. It had been the talk of the town for weeks and was still occasionally featured on unsolved mystery podcasts. He'd gone far enough to ask the Dairy King, but even the dead wouldn't speak on it.

“Have a good day of classes, little brother,” Jazz said sweetly. She ended the call.

He rubbed at his temples. Ancients, she gave him a headache. She was fantastic. She was killing him and absolutely ruining his unlife. He couldn't even beg her for answers about the neon cheese, because if he managed to badger it out of her, it would prove she could be manipulated into telling secrets. That would be a loss anyway. It was more likely that either she didn't know anything or that she knew and her lips would stay sealed: Danny didn't have any to waste his breath.

He did a few calming rounds of breathing, now that he was thinking about it, and then went on with his day a bit invigorated by the familial aggravation.

Danny felt a little better about focusing on class now that he knew he could count on Jazz in his corner. She was the smartest person he knew. She could probably get him divorced by the end of the day. Hell, she probably already had a contingency plan for getting him a divorce. She was so ready for him to have a relationship so that he would have relationship problems to ask her about.

When he finished up on campus, Danny cut across town to pick up takeout food as an offering. He presented it to Jazz as soon as she opened the door, head bowed and food theatrically high.

“Oh, come in,” Jazz said, exasperated. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and bodily pulled him inside. “My neighbors are going to think I'm so weird, Danny!”

“My liege,” he intoned seriously. “I come bearing- ow! Stop hitting my- hey, my face!” Danny wrestled away from the horrible pinching grip his terrible sister had on his cheeks, scowling. “That hurt,” he complained. “Have you ever thought that you're getting caught up in the cycle of violence?”

“I don't lose sleep over it.” Jazz lowered herself delicately onto one of the weird puffs she had instead of chairs and made grabby hands at the takeout. “What did you get me?”

“Coal,” Danny snarked. But he handed over the bag without a fight and plopped himself onto the closest poof thing. He fully laid out and let his head flop past the edge to hang upside down.

“Inversion therapy, so chic,” Jazz said absently.

He considered flipping her off, but his balance was really off in this position and it would be hard to defend himself if she lunged at him. Hell, if she picked up his legs he'd probably tip over onto the floor. Danny dug his heels into the side of the poof in defensive preparation. He kept her in his peripheral vision.

“Oh, Malaysian,” Jazz enthused. “I wanted to have this!” She sounded a little too surprised.

He shot her a thumbs up. Two days ago, she'd sent him a screenshot of a text landing from someone else that had shown most of her screen was the active map app she was using to get to an appointment. The Malaysian restaurant had the star mark that she put on the places that she wanted to try.

He'd gambled that she hadn't gone yet because she hadn't had a late night at work. Jazz only got takeout with company or if she got home too late to cook.

“Cool,” Danny said, because he didn't want his rotten sister to think he cared about her interests. “It was on the way and it smelled good.”

Jazz hummed and put the food on the side table. “So I see.” She folded her fingers in front of her face and peered at him over the steeple. “What happened? What ghost do I need to soup with a fragrant combination of turmeric and saffron?”

“Please don't waste that, ghosts taste fine on their own,” Danny said.

Jazz grimaced. “Ew, Danny,” she enunciated carefully. She paused. “Ew.”

He shrugged and accidentally slipped a little closer to the floor. “Just saying. But actually, no one dead was involved, unless we count-”

“We don't count,” Jazz cut him off, serenely unbothered by his attempts to score empathy points off his death. She was a cold customer.

“Boo,” Danny said, because he knew his brand and respected ghost tradition. “Anyway, Jeremy Waters. Remember -”

“How could I forget,” Jazz muttered. She put her hands on her face.

“Hey,” Danny said, offended that Jeremy got that reaction and he got a big fat impassive nothing no matter how annoying he was.

“What’s Jeremy done?” Jazz sounded exhausted by the concept.

“Well… He uh.” Danny stared at the ceiling. He couldn't look at her directly. “Well. You know how he wants the good favor of the god of the underworld?”

“Yup.” Jazz hit the ‘p’ sound hard.

“He uh, hit the idea that uh. Maybe a Persephone of sorts was just the thing to suck up.”

He heard fabric rustle as Jazz sat up. “He did?”

Wow, she had one of the most fascinating ceilings in the world. Danny stared intently up at a splotch that looked vaguely malign. She ought to get that checked out by an expert before it possessed somebody. “Yeah, so he's been trying to vault people into the Ghost Zone as bridal sacrifices.”

“Ahuh.” Jazz sounded a little bit choked up. She wasn't laughing, so he couldn't complain.

“I had Dani get Vlad look into it-” because Dad or Mom would have been mortifying- “and apparently, he told her the odds of some hack wizard managing to send a living human to the ghost zone was laughable.”

He paused. He couldn't go on.

“And Vlad would know,” Jazz said leadingly.

Danny put a hand over his face. “Yeah, see, the thing is that I'm now very concerned that Vlad might not know.” His words came out muffled.

Jazz was so intent on him. He pretended even harder not to know she was leaning in towards him. “Does- does the ghost king have a bride, Danny?” She somehow managed in a professional tone.

He nodded miserably.

She promptly lost her shit laughing at his misfortune.

[meowzfordayz]

you think you know love

Author’s Note: this started out as a drabble 😅, but Gojo Satoru is simply beyond what a drabble can encompass. 🖤 P.S. Socks tidbit was inspired by a convo between @sugurini and I. 🧦😉💞

you think you know love

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: traumatic references

~faqs~ 

You know I love you, right? he whispers, question pressed softly into the crook of your neck, hands splayed large and light on your waist. You know I love you?

And you think you do.

You think you know love when he wakes up before you, eyes staring infinite and blue on your sleeping form. The first color you see when consciousness registers; G’morning he murmurs, cool and awestruck, sheets swathed tight around your hips, sunlight caressing your earlobe. The last color you see as you fade into nothingness; G’night he chuckles, fondness in the thumb that brushes a stray strand of hair off your forehead. Your days have always ended with that chuckle. Ever since you let him in and quietly shut the door, not once has he scratched to be let out.

Why me? you’d asked. Because you chose me he’d shrugged Nobody really does that, y’know? I just, am. You almost apologize, the warning thickness in how he swallows his next thought redirecting your intent, opting instead to reach for his hand, cheerful gratitude in your step as you pull him into a soundless waltz. Your pasta’s definitely overcooking. And you can’t quite discern whether the goosebumps on your forearms are from the heat of his palms, clammy and clingy, or the winter cold of the kitchen tile, old and worn in and too beautiful to hide beneath a rug. Either way, you’re happy to choose him.

You think you know love in the way he smiles, so unabashed and adoring, without a trace of condescension. Fear barely lingering in the shadows that you long ago accepted. That you long ago welcomed. That you continue to listen to, whenever their fragile wholeness splinters. His cheeks your favorite shade of pink as you hook your pinky onto his, waiting for you to lift his wrist to your mouth, waiting to hear you say You’re so pretty. And when you do? His smile blossoms. Delicate would be incorrect. Divine would be an understatement. Undoubtedly yours is the sole definition of the curve of his lips, something hidden—something precious—in the rarity of its procurement. Not, mind you, a grin. A grin is for his cherished students, for unexpected sweets, for getting away with mischief. A grin is for giving others hell. But a smile? The smile kept safe in your invisible locket? The smile that’s touched every inch of your skin, that’s arrived on your doorstep at 3am, that’s proved your choice right time and time again?

You think you know love.

You think you know love as he teases you incessantly, tiny ball of socks in his hand—your socks—still toasty from the dryer. These actually fit on your feet?! he cackles I spent five whole minutes searching for the other one before I realized there was already two! When you halfheartedly grab for your socks, he simply clicks his tongue, smug glimmer shining through his glasses as he holds them high above his head. Show me your feet! I need to put them on you to believe it. You think you know love as he squats in front of you, watching you wobble as you present your left foot, then your right, to him, familiar fingers tugging your socks lopsidedly onto your feet. I must be dreaming! he gasps, upward gaze besotted and mirthful as he clutches your calves They fit! You think you know love when you inevitably lose your balance, his body promptly spreading out for you to ungracefully tumble onto. Wouldn’t catching me have been easier? you huff, his sharp elbow digging into your sternum. Hm, but not nearly as fun he smirks, breath warm against the back of your knee I don’t know about you, but I’m quite comfortable like this. You think you know love when you somehow fall asleep in your tangled position, too stubborn—too close—to unravel. His glasses? Crooked on the bridge of his nose, flecks of an endless sky greeting you when you eventually stir. Can you pleeease get up? he whines, simultaneously nuzzling into your thigh I’m gonna be so sore from napping like this. With a drowsy scowl, you retort Can I get up? You’re on top of me! How about can you get up?

You think you know love when he rubs the consequent knots out of your shoulders, not even demanding that you repay his favor. Although, of course, you do. I think I have a knot in my groin he groans, eyelashes batting innocently. Oh surrre you do you snort knowingly. My groin he pouts It hurts! If love is how well you know somebody, then he certainly knows you well.

You think you know love when he promises you Forever, returning to your bedside after countless months of too many unfinished mugs of tea and too much room and silence that drips from the frayed threads of moonlight onto your restless, weary eyelids. Forgiveness on permanent loan to him because you understand that Love isn’t shared between a man and a woman, but between all living things. Because you understand that choosing him doesn’t mean getting him.

You think you know love.

You know I love you, right? his question nudges gently at your throat, hands moving from your shirt to your face, cupping your jaw with the most tender of urgency. I think I do you confess I know I love you.

Gojo Satoru. Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one. Satoru. 

“Satoru.”

He nods, the faintest sadness rippling through the clarity of his universe, floating for your love, his own sunken to the bottom of his strength, his lonesome, his very best friend. Too deep to be your responsibility to drown for — to be your choice to make.

He wouldn’t survive your shattering, anyway.

[callblockerusa]

volutionizing Laundry: The Magic of Dryer Balls

In the quest for more sustainable and efficient laundry practices, dryer balls have emerged as a game-changer, promising to transform the way we approach the drying process. As an eco-friendly alternative to traditional dryer sheets and fabric softeners, these unassuming little orbs are making a big impact on both the environment and the effectiveness of your laundry routine. In this article, we delve into the world of tumble dryer balls, exploring their benefits, usage, and how they contribute to a greener and more cost-effective laundry experience.

The Basics of Dryer Balls:

Dryer balls are small, usually spherical, objects typically made from materials like wool, rubber, or plastic. Their primary purpose is to reduce drying time, soften fabrics, and eliminate static cling in the dryer. While the concept of using balls in the dryer is not entirely new, the recent surge in interest is fueled by a growing awareness of the environmental and health implications associated with traditional fabric softeners and dryer sheets.

Benefits of Using Dryer Balls:

Reduced Drying Time: One of the most significant advantages of dryer balls is their ability to improve airflow in the dryer. As the balls tumble with the laundry load, they create space between clothes, allowing warm air to circulate more efficiently. This results in a reduction in drying time, ultimately saving energy and reducing utility costs.

Eco-Friendly Alternative: Unlike single-use dryer sheets and fabric softener liquids, dryer balls are a reusable and sustainable option. Many are made from natural materials, such as wool, making them biodegradable and reducing the environmental impact associated with disposable products.

Softer Fabrics: Dryer balls work by physically agitating the fabric fibers during the drying process. This not only helps to soften clothes but also eliminates the need for chemical-laden fabric softeners that can be harsh on the skin and the environment.

Elimination of Static Cling: The tumbling action of dryer balls prevents clothes from sticking together and producing static electricity. This means fewer clothes clinging to each other and a reduction in the need for additional anti-static products.

Using Dryer Balls Effectively:

Quantity Matters: For optimal results, use at least three dryer balls per load. The more balls you use, the better they can circulate and separate the clothes, maximizing their effectiveness.

Natural Fragrance: For those who miss the scent of freshly laundered clothes, adding a few drops of essential oils to the dryer balls can provide a natural and subtle fragrance without the need for chemical-laden dryer sheets.

Regular Maintenance: Over time, tumble dryer balls may accumulate lint and debris from the laundry. Periodically, it's recommended to clean them by wiping or rinsing to ensure optimal performance.

Conclusion:

As sustainability becomes a focal point in many households, dryer balls offer a simple yet impactful way to make your laundry routine more environmentally friendly and cost-effective. With benefits ranging from reduced drying times to softer fabrics, these unassuming spheres are proving that small changes in our daily habits can lead to significant positive impacts. So, say goodbye to single-use dryer sheets and embrace the revolution of dryer balls – your clothes, wallet, and the planet will thank you.

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Why Natural Wool Dryer Balls are the Future of Laundry

Natural wool dryer balls quickly become a popular alternative to traditional fabric softeners and dryer sheets. These small, eco-friendly balls made from natural wool fibres offer numerous benefits for your laundry routine, including reduced drying time, energy savings, and chemical-free softening. This article will explore the benefits of using natural wool dryer balls, how they work, and why they are the future of laundry.

Benefits of Natural Wool Dryer Balls

Natural wool tumble dryer balls are a great alternative to chemical-laden fabric softeners and dryer sheets. Made from 100% natural wool, these balls offer many benefits, making them a popular choice for environmentally conscious households. One of the most significant benefits of wool dryer balls is that they can reduce drying time by up to 25%. By bouncing around in the dryer, they help to separate and fluff up clothing, which allows hot air to circulate more efficiently. This not only saves time but also saves energy and reduces electricity bills.

Wool dryer balls are also eco-friendly as they are made from renewable resources and are biodegradable. Unlike traditional dryer sheets, they do not leave harmful chemicals or residues on your clothes or the environment. Since wool dryer balls are made from natural materials, they are chemical-free. This means that they are safe for people with sensitive skin or allergies. Furthermore, they are reusable and can last for years, which makes them a cost-effective and sustainable choice. Another benefit of wool dryer balls is that they can reduce wrinkles in clothing, so you won't need to spend as much time ironing. Bouncing around and separating clothing help to prevent clothes from sticking together and creates air pockets that allow the hot air to circulate more evenly. Overall, wool dryer balls are an excellent investment for anyone looking to reduce their environmental impact, save money on energy bills, and avoid harmful chemicals.

How Natural Wool Dryer Balls Work

Natural wool dryer balls create space between the wet clothes in your dryer, allowing hot air to circulate more efficiently. As the balls bounce around, they help to separate and fluff up clothing, which reduces drying time and eliminates the need for fabric softeners or dryer sheets. The science behind this process is simple: the wool fibres absorb moisture from the clothes and release it into the air as they tumble around in the dryer. This process increases the dryer's humidity, allowing the clothes to dry more quickly and evenly. In addition, the wool fibres also create a natural static charge, which helps to reduce wrinkles and static cling.

Compared to other laundry methods, natural wool dryer balls are a safer and more eco-friendly option. Unlike traditional fabric softeners or dryer sheets, they do not contain harmful chemicals, which can leave residues on your clothes and the environment. Furthermore, dryer balls are reusable and can last for years, making them a more cost-effective choice over time. In terms of how they work, natural wool dryer balls are easy to use. Toss them into the dryer with your wet clothes and let them do their job. You may need to use more than one ball for larger loads to ensure the clothes have enough space to move around freely. Overall, natural wool dryer balls are a simple and effective way to reduce drying time, save energy, and eliminate the need for harmful chemicals in your laundry routine.

How to Use Natural Wool Dryer Balls

Using natural wool dryer balls is a simple and easy way to reduce drying time and eliminate the need for fabric softeners or dryer sheets. Here are the step-by-step instructions for using them:

Toss the wool dryer balls into the dryer with your wet clothes.

2-3 dryer balls are usually sufficient for small to medium loads. For larger loads, you may need to use more balls to ensure the clothes have enough space to move freely.

Start your dryer as usual and let the balls do their job.

Tips for maximum efficiency:

Add a few drops of essential oil to the wool dryer balls before use to add a natural scent to your clothes.

Remove the balls from the dryer once the clothes are dry and store them in a dry place until subsequent use.

If your dryer balls start to pill or look worn, replace them with new ones.

Compared to traditional fabric softeners, natural wool dryer balls offer several advantages. They are a more eco-friendly and cost-effective option, as they are reusable and do not contain any harmful chemicals. Additionally, they can help to reduce drying time and wrinkles in clothes, which saves energy and time spent ironing.

Natural Wool Dryer Balls: The Future of Laundry

Natural wool dryer ball is quickly becoming the future of laundry, as they offer a sustainable and eco-friendly alternative to traditional fabric softeners and dryer sheets. Made from 100% natural wool, these balls are reusable, biodegradable, and safe for people with sensitive skin or allergies. Not only do they reduce drying time, save energy, and reduce wrinkles, but they are also cost-effective, making them a popular choice for environmentally conscious households. As more and more people seek to reduce their carbon footprint and live sustainably, natural wool dryer balls are poised to become a staple in households worldwide.

Conclusion

Natural wool dryer balls are the future of laundry because they are sustainable, eco-friendly, and cost-effective. They reduce drying time, save energy, and are safe for people with sensitive skin or allergies. As more people seek to live sustainably, natural wool dryer balls are becoming an increasingly popular choice for environmentally conscious households. They offer a simple and effective way to make your laundry routine more sustainable and contribute to a more sustainable future for our planet.

[sheafrotherdon]

The laundromat is almost empty by the time Joe takes the last load of clothes out of the dryer. It’s dark outside, and there are almost no cars on the strip. It suits him.  He tumbles warm shirts and jeans and hoodies into one of the rolling carts, and pushes it to a folding table, humming under his breath.

 He’s tired—tired in his mind as well as his body. They’ve been safe in this non-descript town for just long enough that the ache in his bones, the terrible pressure in his head tells Joe his body is done running for now.  He’s tired, but for all that his joints feel sharp and his thinking slow, he’s glad to not adrenaline’s lack

Joe picks up a t-shirt and shakes it out, deftly folds it and sets it to one side. A hoodie next, one of Nicky’s—soft and grey, frayed at the wrists, and Joe smiles to think that they’ve had time enough for their clothes to fray instead of being torn apart by whatever fresh violence someone wants to visit on them. He smooths the fabric with care, pats the hoodie with one hand.  Jeans—one pair with a hole at the knee—and two button-down shirts, underwear, socks. There is, he realizes, as he folds and sorts everything, a whole life here—grass stains removed from a t-shirt, dirt from the hem of Nicky’s jeans, tomato sauce from the front of a Henley. The grease on his own jeans, from messing with the car, is mostly lifted, and there’s a tiny hole under the arm of one of his shirts that he makes a note to repair.  He folds and sorts and folds again, and places everything carefully inside the trash-bag-made-laundry-hamper he brought with him two hours ago.

He walks back to the house, and more than once he closes his eyes and pulls in a slow breath, relishing the scent of cut grass and damp earth and the faint lingering scent of laundry soap.

“Thank you,” Nicky says when Joe walks in, and Joe lifts the bag as if to say ‘cheers’ and wanders to their bedroom. He stows everything, closes the drawers and balls up the trash bag, sits on the end of the bed.

“Do you feel better?” Nicky asks, standing in the doorway.

Joe huffs a breath of laughter. “I do.” 

Nicky crosses the room to sit beside him, bumps their shoulders together gently. “Can you sleep now?”

Joe makes a soft sound of contemplation. “I think so.” He turns his head to squint at the bedside clock. “Almost midnight. I didn’t realize it was so late.”  He turns his head again when Nicky grazes his jaw with the back of his fingers; turns to find Nicky half-smiling at him, looking at him with such love that it makes all Joe’s words back up in his throat.

“You are a good man,” Nicky says, and leans in to kiss his forehead.

Joe closes his eyes beneath Nicky’s touch. “Hmmm,” he answers, swaying toward Nicky’s body heat.

Nicky pulls back and watches him, expression fond, and he rubs the pad of his thumb over Joe’s bottom lip. “Amore mio,” he says quietly, and Joe leans against him, and they sit a while longer, quiet and still.

[dorian-spellpaint]

I want to scrunch him into a ball and throw him in a tumble dryer. (affectionate) March 17th, 2023

[elumish]

I’m on mobile so I don’t know how long your laundry problem has been happening but sometimes clothes won’t tumble in the dryer, they’ll just get stuck to the drum and spin so adding something like tennis balls can help move the clothes around/prevent them getting stuck and help them dry better idk if that’s your problem? Stuffing the drum too full will also keep your clothes wet :/ ?

They're not sticking to the sides, and I took out half the clothes at some point which may or may not be helping, but I'm mostly at this point convinced that this washer/dryer combo doesn't actually...dry clothing.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Laundry Day

Summary: Peter 1 and 3 are tasked with folding the laundry ❤️

Three sighed in relief as he finished folding the last of the towels. "Finally, that's done."

However, his victory was short lived when Peter 1 dumped another pile of clean laundry onto the couch. "Next loads done."

Peter 3 groaned. "Do we have too?"

"We promised Two we would do it."

"Fine!" Three grabbed a random shirt off of the top of the pile. "Let's get this done."

It's not that he didn't like folding laundry, he just wished there was less of it. Four people living together made for quite a bit of laundry. Each member in the Parker household was normally in charge of their own laundry. If you used it, you washed it.

However, the flu had recently run it's course.

This meant the everything was backed up and the laundry piles were currently taking over multiple rooms in the house. To help catch back up, Peter 1 and 3 had volunteered to tackle the bedding and towels with the extra time they had off.

"Where'd the clothes come from?" Three asked as he held up what appeared to be one of Two's tees.

"I needed a couple extra things too make it a full load." One neatly folded a pillowcase before setting it on the pile he had. "I grabbed some shirts and socks that were nearby and tossed them in."

The middle Peter grinned. "We made good progress!"

"Yes but don't forget. We still have the comforters and duvet to tackle," One added.

"Why'd you have to remind me?" Three groaned again.

Peter 1 chuckled at the response. "My Aunt May uhused to say thahat aha chore is only as fun as you make ihit."

"Any tips on making laundry fun?"

"Want me to show you some folding techniques I saw on TikTok to make the folding faster?"

"Knock yourself out."

Peter 1 layed a shirt out on the floor then walked Peter 3 through the steps. "You pinch it here, here, and here. Then you lift up and when you set it down it will be folded."

Three copied his younger brother's movements. "Like this?"

"Almost. Try pinching a bit higher on the side and it should come out neater."

It took Three a couple tries but he was finally able to mimic the motion pretty easily. He had to admit, that was pretty fun.

Once the shirts were done, all that was left were the socks.

"Wanna shoot them like basketballs?" One asked.

"Let's do it!"

The younger two quickly turned the sock pairs into balls and launched them into basket. At first, it started as a fun activity, but it slowly morphed into a competition with each brother trying to outshoot the other.

"I'm going to beat you!" One tossed his next pair toward the basket.

"No you're not!" Three exclaimed as he chucked his next pair.

As soon as the last sock ball was in the basket, One's phone went off.

"That's the next load in the dryer."

Peter 3 stood to his feet and grabbed the basket. "I'll go grab it this time."

The older Peter hurried down the hall to gather the next load out of the dryer. As he shook out one of the blankets, another pair of socks tumbled to the floor. They must have been tangled inside when the blanket was washed.

Three snatched them up. As he went to drop them in the basket, a thought crossed his mind.

A grin spread across the middle brother's face. "A chore is only as fun ahas you make ihit."

Three tucked the socks into his back pocket before quickly loading the rest of the items into the basket. Once he had everything, the older Peter hurried back to the living room.

Three dumped the items onto the couch. "Here we are."

"Thank you." One grabbed one of the throw blankets and laid it out to fold.

While the youngest folded the blanket, the middle Peter smirked. He slowly slid the socks out of his pocket, slipped them onto his hands, and held them behind his back until he had his younger brother's attention.

Soon enough, Peter 1 turned to Peter 3. "What are you doing?"

"Oho, juhust having a little fun." Three held up his hands. "With these guys."

"A pair of socks?"

"These aharen't socks. They're myhy friends." Peter 3 held up each hand. "Say hello to Misha and Marco."

One smiled. "Hi guhuys."

Peter 3 held up his right hand that he had dubbed Misha. "Hello Peter! Nice to meet you!"

"Ihi didn't knohow you're voice could goho thahat hihigh."

"Is it because I'm not a woman?" The sock 'demanded.'

One shrugged as his giggles grew.

Three's left hand---Marco---'spoke up' this time. "Maybe it's because he wasn't expecting it Misha."

The youngest Peter burst out laughing at the deepened voice Three gave Marco. "Yohou cohould behe aha cohountry sihinger wihith aha vohoice lihike thahat!"

"Baby lock them doors and turns the lights down low!" Marco 'sang out'.

Peter 1 laughed so hard he wheezed. "Thahat's tohoo gohood!"

"Why is he laughing at us Marco?" Misha asked.

"I don't know Misha, but it isn't very nice."

"Aw, cohome ohon, dohon't t-tahalk lihike thahat. It's juhust sillinehess," One soothed.

"What do you think Misha?"

"I think that if he wants to laugh, then why don't we give him something to laugh about."

The youngest's eyes widened and his giggles turned nervous. "Threhee . . ."

Misha moved forward. "Three isn't here right now."

Marco moved next. "Just us tickle monsters."

"Very hungry tickle monsters."

Peter 1 began to edge away from the socks. "Uh-oho!"

When both sock puppets lunged forward, the youngest Peter scrambled up and bolted. He led them on a chase all through out the house, hoping to lose them on the way. However, the socks always stayed right behind their prey. At one point, Marco was even able to nip One's side.

The youngest yelped in surprise before doubling his speed. As he rounded his way back into the living room, One didn't watch where he was going.

The forgotten throw blanket on the floor became One's demise.

Peter One slipped on the edge and tumbled to the floor, upsetting a stack of towels in the process.

Once he was down, Marco and Misha wasted no time digging into his ribs.

The youngest Peter squealed. "NAAAHAHA! THREEE!"

"Mmm, ribs are always tasty tohoo hungry tickle monsters!" Marco exclaimed.

"A reheal feast!" Misha added before 'nibbling' in to a new spot.

By now, Peter 1 couldn't respond. He was a pile of squealy giggle goo wriggling on a blanket. His laughter became more high pitched the higher the puppets went.

"NOHO---." The youngest snorted as he clamped his arms down tight. "NOHOT---NOHOT THEHERE!"

The puppets backed off of his sweet spot and instead moved to his face where the lightly nibbled across his face as his laughter turned to airy giggles.

"Such a sweet little treat," Misha teased.

"We tickle monsters just love a sweet treat after a hearty meal," Marco added.

The youngest turtled into his shoulders. "Nohot sweheet!"

"Don't listen to him. He lies!" Three teased.

Marco moved to study Peter 1. "Oh he lies does he?"

"Noho!"

Misha moved next. "Hmmm, he has the look of a liar."

"Noho, yohou twoho ahare lying! Yohou dohon't eheven have eyehes!"

"We don't need eyes to recognize a liar. Do we Marco?"

"No Misha, we don't."

The youngest Peter bat at the puppets. "Bahad tihickle mohonsters!"

All three individuals dropped their mouths open in shock at the youngest.

One squeaked.

"Bad tickle monsters you say?" Misha moved closer to the youngest's side

"Now you've told the ultimate lie," Marco added as he moved to the other side.

"You know what that means."

The youngest Peter squeaked and hid his face in his hands.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 grinned. He loved tickling his baby brother into a bashful mess. For a moment, he got to be the kid he hadn't been able to be.

One peeped out between his fingers, his nervous giggles bubbling even more.

Peter 3 grinned. "It's time for a . . . tickle attack!"

Both Misha and Marco dove under Peter 1's shirt and made him squeal as they nibbled along his stomach.

Peter 1's hands clamped back over his face.

Marco popped out from One's shirt. "Awww, he's hiding."

Misha peeked out as well. "Is he? Where is hiding?"

The youngest shook his head.

Misha moved under the youngest's arm and nuzzled into his neck. "Come out wherever yohou ahare."

Part of One's face slipped out of hiding as he turtled away from the ticklish affection.

On the other side, Marco repeated the same action. "Yohoo!"

Finally, One's face came out of hiding.

Peter 3 cooed at the wide grin and screwed shut eyes. The amount of giggles pouring out was illegally cute.

Finally, Three pulled the sock puppets away. "Ahalright, thanks for the hehelp guhuys. Now it's my turn."

Another squeal left One's mouth as his older brother's face nuzzled into his. "YOHOUR BEHEARD!"

"What about my beard?" Three asked into the youngest's neck.

"IHIT TIHICKLES! IHIT TICKLEHEHELS!"

In response, Peter 3 started to nuzzle across One's neck, making sure to utilize his beard as a tickle weapon as he did. He internally combusted at each giggle, snort, and squirm he got out of his baby brother.

Once One started shoving at his older brother's chest, Peter 3 pulled back. One's face was completely pink, his curls were askew, and residual giggles continued bubbling out of him.

Three cooed. "How are you so cute and precious hm? It should be illegal to be this adorable all of the time."

One shoved Three again. "Quiet yohou!"

"But I can't!"

"Threhee!"

The middle Peter chuckled and sat up before he held up his socks again. "Misha and Marco think you're cute too."

"Buhut theheyre ohon yohou!"

"They're still capable of making up their own minds."

The youngest Peter stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at his older brother.

Peter 3 smirked as he reached forward and scooped One up into the air. "Come here yohou cheeky!"

One squealed and squirmed as he was suddenly pulled into a hug.

Peter 3 rubbed his knuckles into One's head in a playful noogie. "Little stinkeher."

"Hehehey!" One whined. "Nohot aha stinker!"

The middle Peter let his baby brother go with a chuckle. "Guess Ihill stohop fohor now."

Both brothers snuggled together while the youngest caught his breath. As they did, their eyes scanned the room around them. A stack of towels and t-shirts had been upended during the tickle attack and the basket of socks had been tipped.

Needless to say, they were back at square one with the folding.

The youngest Peter sat up. "Lohooks lihike we mahade a mehess."

"Alright, let's go ahead ahand clehean up again," the middle Peter replied.

The two brothers returned to finish up their folding. As they were finishing up, the youngest Peter started rubbing his eyes. He must have been worn out from the tickle attack Three had launched. Three kept a watch on him out of the corner of his eye as he folded. He watched One's eyes slowly start close as he began to drift off.

Three turned to add another towel to his stack and when he looked back, Peter 1 was gone.

"One?" Three called out. "Peter?"

As Three scanned the room, he finally spotted his baby brother.

"Oh thank goodness. What are you. . .?"

Peter 3 moved closer to the laundry basket and peeked inside. During their chase, Three had forgotten about the other blankets still inside the laundry basket.

In his half-asleep state, the youngest Peter had climbed into the basket and curled into the blankets before drifting off to sleep.

Three melted at the sight. He reached forward and draped the extra throw blanket from earlier over the youngest. He decided to let him sleep while he put things away.

He'd deal with the blankets after the youngest had a nap.

[musingsofanaroace]

Types of Stimming

What is stimming? Stimming is an involuntary, self-stimulatory behavior that helps people regulate their emotions and cope with stressful or overwhelming situations. Even though everyone stims, those with autism and/or sensory processing disorder tend to stim more frequently; in addition, their stims are more pronounced. In this post, I will explain the different types of stimming and give personal examples.

Note: If you feel comfortable, please share your stims in the comments.

Visual Stimming

Visual stimming includes any repetitive action that involves eyesight. For me, I love watching the hot wax in a lava lamp form odd globular shapes as it floats upwards or downwards. I also love watching the rain as it slithers snakelike down the windowpane. As a child, I owned several kaleidoscopes and would spend several hours staring into the tube mesmerized by the bright colors and the shifting shapes.

Auditory Stimming

Auditory stimming involves repetitively listening to or making a certain sound or noise. Personally, I like clacking sounds, such as when an arrow hits the pegs on a disc, or a playing card hits the spokes of a wheel. Think roulette wheel or The Game of Life spinner. I also like the sound a rainmaker tube and Slinky makes, and the sound produced when I rub my hands together. Additionally, I have a habit of playing songs on repeat or hearing the entire song play in my head over and over again. In the privacy of my home, I may make a random whoop or wee sound when excited or annoyed.

Verbal Stimming

Verbal stimming involves repeating words, phrases, or noises. As a toddler, I learned to speak by repeating the words or sentences I heard other people say. In elementary school, I would repeat dialogue spoken by characters in movies or shows if I didn't know what to say in a social situation. When in a situation that sets off my anxiety, I will repeatedly say "one, two, three" under my breath until the situation passes. Final example, I will randomly say "you know" in conversations especially conversations with people I don't know or conversations that are emotionally charged. And sometimes, these two words will repeatedly play in my head in different pitches and speeds when I find myself in an unfamiliar or confusing environment. The rhythmic repetition of these two words helps me regulate the intense emotions I am feeling at that moment.

Tactile Stimming

These stims involve touch. Since a child, I loved rubbing the fabric of my shirt with thumb and pointer finger. And unlike a majority of autistic people, I do like the tags on my shirts, for I enjoy rubbing and fiddling with them. I also like the feel of rubbing my hands together and of squeezing a Koosh.

Note: I used to squeeze stress balls until one exploded releasing this sticky, foul smelling liquid. Now, I'm a bit scared of them.

Oral and Olfactory Stimming

These stims involve the mouth and nose. As I kid, I loved chewing. Pencils, straws, toothpicks, gum, you name it. But I stopped this type of stimming when I developed pain in my jaw. Now, I resort to swishing liquid in my mouth. I have one unusual olfactory stim: I like the smell of antifreeze.

Vestibular and Proprioception Stimming

These stims involve receptive actions that deal with balance or your sense of the world around you. For me, I like to jiggle and bounce my legs, sway from side to side, pace, flap, and spin. I will delve into the spin stim a bit more. As a kid, I enjoyed watching the clothes as they tumbled in the dryer, and the blade of a box fan as it spun. To this day, I will still spin 180 degrees clockwise and then 180 degrees counter clockwise and will continue with this motion until I become dizzy or motion sick. Another activity I enjoyed as a kid was bouncing on a trampoline or pogo ball. I used to also tap my fingers on wooden or metal surfaces, but I stopped this stim after I got a detention for disrupting the classroom.

Note: I didn't enjoy doing laps around the dank, smelly gym.

Combo Stimming

These are stims that involve multiple senses. When in a stressful or scary situation, such as going over a bridge or getting a ride from a taxi driver, I will close my eyes, rock from side to side, wring my hands, and repeat "one, two, three" under my breath until the situation passes. If I become hyper focused while reading, I will flap the book and rock back and forth. I may even hum under my breath and repeat key words or phrases. When writing, I will rock from side to side loosening the screws on my chair. Sometimes, I will also hum under my breath and flap a Koosh. When frustrated, I pace in circles, flap my hands, and talk to myself. Lastly, when exited or overjoyed, I will either flap my hands and wee, or twist my body and clap my hands. And for extreme cases, foot stomping may commence.

Well, that's all I have for today. Until next time, take care and stay curious.

Sources:

experia USA

"Understanding the Different Types of Stimming"

15 July 2022

2. Chris and Debby

"Autism and Stimming: 10 Types of Autistic Stims"

aired: 12 April 2024