#white label hand sanitizer

[skincaredeals]

The Personal Touch: Crafting Health with Private Labeling in Hand Sanitizers

In the ever-evolving landscape of health and wellness, the importance of personalization has become a defining factor. This extends beyond individualized fitness plans and dietary preferences to include even the most basic but critical element of our daily routine – hand hygiene. As hygiene takes center stage in our daily lives, the concept of crafting health with private labeling in hand sanitizers is emerging as a game-changer.

The Rise of Private Label Hand Sanitizers:

Hand sanitizers have become ubiquitous in our pursuit of cleanliness, and as individuals and businesses seek unique ways to align with health-conscious values, private labeling has gained significant traction. The idea of having a personalized label on a hand sanitizer bottle not only adds a layer of sophistication but also communicates a commitment to health that extends beyond the ordinary.

Your Brand, Your Message:

Private labeling in hand sanitizers is a canvas on which your brand can express its unique identity. Whether you are a business looking to reinforce your commitment to customer well-being or an individual aiming to share health awareness, the private label becomes your message to the world. It's not just a bottle of hand sanitizer; it's a representation of your values, a tangible expression of the importance you place on health and cleanliness.

Tailoring to Specific Needs:

One of the remarkable advantages of private label hand sanitizers is the ability to tailor formulations to specific needs. Whether your preference lies in a fragrance-free formula or an aloe-infused moisturizing blend, private labeling allows you to craft a hand sanitizer that aligns perfectly with your preferences. This customization extends beyond personal use to businesses that want to offer their customers a unique and branded sanitizing experience.

Building Trust Through Transparency:

In an era where transparency is a cornerstone of trust, private labeling in hand sanitizers enhances the level of transparency between a brand and its consumers. Knowing the source, ingredients, and quality of the hand sanitizer becomes not just a matter of interest but a reassurance of the brand's commitment to health and safety.

Corporate Wellness Initiatives:

Businesses, both large and small, are increasingly recognizing the value of private label hand sanitizers as a part of their corporate wellness initiatives. Providing employees with personalized hand sanitizers fosters a sense of care and concern for their well-being. Moreover, it becomes an extension of the company's brand identity, reinforcing a commitment to health in the workplace.

The Perfect Giveaway:

For events, conferences, or promotional activities, private label hand sanitizers make for an ideal giveaway. It's not just a token of appreciation; it's a practical and thoughtful gift that carries the essence of health. Recipients are not just getting a hand sanitizer; they are receiving a personalized product that speaks volumes about the values of the giver.

Conclusion:

In crafting health with private labeling in hand sanitizers, we are witnessing a transformative shift in how we approach something as routine as hand hygiene. It's a merging of personal identity with health consciousness, a recognition that even the smallest actions can carry a significant message. As the trend of private label hand sanitizers continues to rise, we find ourselves not just in the realm of cleanliness but in a space where health becomes a personal expression – a testament to the fact that, indeed, health is a personal journey.

[soon-palestine]

as an american citizen, you have the right to assemble. the police and other governmental agencies violate this right through mass arrests, illegal use of force, criminalization of protest and other means that threaten our right to free expression.

DO NOT TALK TO THE POLICE:

they are not your friends. they are not there to protect you, regardless of your race. their presence there is to protect the interests of the state.

what to do if you are detained or stopped by the police:

do not resist, even if you think they are violating your rights.

calmly ask someone to record.

ask if you’re free to leave. if you are, walk away.

how to stay safe during a protest:

write phone/legal aid numbers on your body. bring a sharpie for others to do this.

ALWAYS use the buddy system. don’t be selfish & stick to your own friend group. if you see someone alone, invite them into your circle.

don’t know where to seek legal aid?

before attending/during a protest, visit http://nlg.org/chapters/#massdefense.

NLG chapters are organized into regions. find. your region and write their number on your body.

encourage others around you to write that same number on their body.

4. if you are threatened with or under arrest:

you have the right to know why you’re being arrested. calmly ask. if they refuse to provide a reason, stay quiet and ask for legal representation immediately.

do not give any information or sign anything without a lawyer present.

what to do with your phone during a protest:

put your phone on airplane mode

disable face ID/touch, replace with 6-digit passcode instead

spreading awareness is great but avoid posting photos of people that include identifying features.

police want everyone to leave the area, what should that look like:

shutting down a protect through a dispersal order must be the last resort for police.

a clear danger must be present.

police must give adequate time for protesters to disperse and an exit route.

what are your rights if you’re being stopped or detained by police:

you do not have to consent to you or your belongings being searched. if you consent, anything can be used against you in court.

police can conduct a “pat down” if they suspect you have a weapon.

if you see someone being detained, what should you do:

record the interaction. police can not demand to view or delete any footage without a warrant.

use calming affirmations towards the person being detained. they are likely scared. be there for them.

use whatever privilege you have to protect others.

if you see a disabled person struggling, offer to help. find medics to assist people experiencing anxiety or having a panic attack. if you see a BIPOC being harassed, surround them.

personal note on using your privilege: i have seen white people, countless times, place themselves in front of BIPOC when police draw weapons/approach protests. it often works.

do not be a person that just acknowledges their privilege, use it for good.

10. remember that we protect us. ignite this chant as a reminder to everyone present if you have to. communities are supposed to help one another. don’t be a sell out, offer support, share resources, food and water. be a kind soul.

if you can not participate in a protest for whatever reason, you can still help! drop-off supplies! (water bottles, allergy-friendly foods/snacks with ingredients labels on them, sharpies, cards with legal aid numbers on them, masks, makeup remover wipes, hand sanitizer, etc)

sources/disclaimer: main source:

@ACLU and my own opinions. this is not legal advice. consult legal representation if you are in need of assistance.

stay safe, be on the right side of history. black lives matter, no one is illegal, we protect us, land back, all oppression is connected and free palestine. 🇵🇸

[angelsluva]

"i think i like u"

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, cat-calling, lengthy (?), smut! wrd count: 2.7k

part 5 | navi

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yourusername

: this dress will not stay on if u w a freak 🥴

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user34343: omfg...

anon39932: the last slide so real

clairedrakee: beauty like none other

mandys_iphone: best b-day gift ever ↳ yourusername: kiss me

hamzahthefantastic: they're pierced?! ↳ yourusername: please tell me they're nice! ;( ↳ hamzahthefantastic: i love them [liked by creator] ↳ user456396: !?

aldo2swag: hi

larray: clit piercings next!

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you blushed as you set your phone down after reading what Hamzah had sent you. You and Hamzah have been seeing each other for weeks already. The two of you would hang out at each others houses or just out and about. Still, you guys didn't have a specific label on yourselves.

You finished your makeup as you grabbed a purple flower claw clip and held your hair half way up. You applied a soft matte lipstick and changed into some blue low rise jeans and a white small crop top. Besides moving to Canada and meeting these new people, you still itched to change your life a little. What better idea to get your nipples pierced! You finished getting ready as you swopped a red bag onto your shoulder preparing your self for the pain you were gonna be put through right now.

You closed your car door shut as you were on your way to the tattoo shop. The closer you got, the more hotter your body temperature grew. You took the last sip of your Iced coffee and headed inside the shop. "Hey hun! Are you here with an appointment!" A fully tatted woman approached you. You nodded, "Yes! For y/n?" You questioned as her eyes scanned the computer on the front desk. "Yes I have you here! Alright are you ready?" You questioned as you nodded. She took you to a private room as you sat down on one of the high chairs in the room. You took a deep breath as she sanitized the metal. "Is this your first piercing?" She questioned as you shook your head. "This is my first!" You grinned as she slapped some gloves on. "Okay, just make sure to wear thin material clothing, Be careful on getting the jewelry caught on clothes, and clean then daily!" She explained as she walked over to you with a tray. "Go ahead and lift your top for me!" she said as she had the needle in one hand and the clamp on the other. You lifted your shirt up as you felt the cold air hit your exposed chest. You felt the sharp pain of the needle go through your nipples as you looked down to see the Jewelry already set.

"Oh wow that was quick!" You gasped as she smiled and handed you a mirror. You could just jump up and down. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" You shrieked "Of course!" She smiled handing you a bag with a piercing solution.

You slammed the door shut as you were on your way back home. Arriving home you texted Hamzah to reassure him if he was still down to go out.

You changed into a more thin top as you waited for Hamzah to get here. You couldn't stop looking at the mirror. You took multiple pictures. You suddenly heard a knock on your door. You panicked and threw a hoodie over. You opened the door as Hamzah scanned your body. "Did you get a tattoo?" He questioned as he took your hand as you shook your head. "Okay- wait come inside!" You pulled him into your house as he closed the door behind him. "Okay, I was super itchy for a little different and I was scrolling on tiktok and that's what inspired me.." You said nervously, "Okayyyy" he dragged his word as you whipped your hair back. You slowly draped off the zip-up as the thin top revealed your freshly pierced nipples. His eyes glued to your chest as he threw his hand over you his mouth. "Oh my god.." He said cheesing behind his hands. "What do you think?" you asked as you turned to the mirror in your living room. "They honestly suit you" he said looking at you through the mirror. "Alright well that's it, let's get going now." You swooped your purse over your shoulder as he lifted his eyebrow. "Wait you can just show them?" Hamzah questioned as you giggled "Yes I can show them! Why wouldn't I?" You said checking your self out in the mirror. "Um- Okay, let’s go I guess" he said as his face was burning hot.

You finally made it to the crowded mall as you and Hamzah were In Aritzia looking for clothes for Mandy. You looked through dresses as you saw one that caught your eye, It was a silky back open grey dress as you ran to Hamzah. "This is the one!" You held the dress as he nodded "Do you think Mandy will like it?" He questioned "Are you serious? She'll love it!" You said looking through more dresses.

"Anything you like?" Hamzah questioned as you saw a dress that caught your eyes. "Oh wow!" Hamzah said as you pulled the dress out. It was a long black dress that was see through and different patterns. "Oh my god, I love this..." You said scanning your fingers through the different textures. "Take it" He said grabbing both dresses from you as you kept looking through tops and pants.

"Alright this is it" you said grabbing the dresses and skirts and bringing them over your shoulder. You walked to the register as you placed the clothes on the table. "Wait, I'll pay." He said pulling his card out. You shoved his hand down as he quickly tapped his card against the machine , "Hamzah!" You gasped as the lady handed you the bag, "Your welcome!" He grabbed the bag from you as he held your hand and walked out of the store. "Why would you do that?” You huffed “because why would I make you pay? Haven’t I already told you? What else do you want?” He looked all over the mall as you pointed to a record store.

Your fingers scanned through the vinyls, Hamzah couldn’t help but look at your red thong peeking out your pants as his cheeks were a soft pink.

“Are you guys looking for something in particular?” A voice came from behind him. “Uh nah, just looking.” Hamzah replied as the guy looked over to you, also checking the view out. “A fucking show…” the man licked his lips. Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows as a burning anger grew inside him. “What the fuck? You’re fucking weird bro. Get the fuck out my face dude.” Hamzah hissed as he grabbed your arm and made you storm out the store, “what-“ “this fucking dude kept staring at you, cmon” he huffed. “Just uh, look for another store baby” he said lowly as his arm wrapped around you. “Oh okay..” you replied.

“Hamzah, you probably spent hundreds! Just let me send it back!” You crossed your arms as he closed the door for you, “no y/n! It’s okay!” He turned to you as he placed his hand on your thigh. Hamzah had brought you to his house just to wrap Mandy’s gift and just to have your company he missed. Both arrived to his house as It was Just the cats waiting at the door. "Wow, you finally cleaned?" You teased as he rolled his eyes playfully "yeah, yeah whatever" he said placing your bags down on the couch. You took the box in where Mandy's dress was at as Hamzah handed you some wrapping paper, "I only have this one, I think It's fine right?" He said handing you blue paper. You perfectly wrapped around the box as you even decided to make a bow out of remaining scraps.

"Oh wow, it's perfect!" He took the gift placing it on the coffee table. He wrote his name down, You reached for your dress pulling it out of the bag. You were In love. You traced over the patterns as you imagined when and where you would wear. "Ya' like it?" He questioned as he closed the sharpie. You nodded placing it out on the couch, a sly smile creeped on your face. "I'm gonna try it on, If that's okay!" You looked over at Hamzah. His face blank, He looked down at the see through fabric. "Uh, yeah sure..." He cleared his throat as you yelped and ran to his room. He definitely thought you were gonna show him but he doubted it.

You carefully pulled off your shirt and pants as you slipped on the thin dress. You looked at the tall mirror as your body complimented the dress so well, as well as your new piercings. You decided to walk out and show Hamzah. That was the whole point anyways.

"Hamzah!" You sang as licked his lips. You peeked behind the living room as he turned towards you. You walked out fully and spun around to give him a full 360. His eyes fluttered scanning throughout your whole body. Eyes focusing more on your exposed boobs. You fixed your hair brining it to the front as your laced black panties hugged your ass so perfectly. "It's so nice" he said not taking his eyes off you at all. "It's so comfy honestly! Look feel it!" You said getting closer to Hamzah, Placing his hand on your waist. His fingers pinching the fabric as his pants seemed to be getting tighter. "Fuck, you look so good y/n..." He huffed as he couldn't help but grab your waist as your hands met his shoulders and touched his hair, "How will I ever thank you, hm?" You said lowly as his puppy eyes looked up at you and your perked up tits. "Show me how thankful you are then.." He groaned as you sat down on his lap. Face to face, "Your such a tease y/n." His hands cupped your ass as you yelped due to his needy grip. His lips grazed over yours as his lips crashed into yours. Your hands cupped his face. His tongue picking every taste from your mouth. Your face tilted as his hands roamed to your waist. "m'please- fuck, y/n...Need you..." He grunted in between kisses as you tugged at his shirt. Your lips parted as he swiped his shirt off. Your eyes sparkled, The gym was doing him justice.

"So- sexy." You groaned out as his lips trailed to your exposed neck. His hands were placed on your thigh. Your dress started to slip up to your waist exposing your red panties Hamzah has had his eyes on all night.

"Can I- off?" He said tugging your dress as your lips parted. You slowly slipped your dress off over your head, your tits were fully exposed as he practically drooled. His lips trailed down your neck as his hands were gripping your upper torso. You slowly began grinding on his crotch. The closer his mouth got to your perked tits the more you whined. His mouth carefully began sucking around your tits as you threw your head back trying your best not to be noisy. You couldn’t notice your self practically bouncing on him. You needed all of him already.

“Hamzah please! I want you!” You whimpered as he groaned, “m’kay” he huffed as he tapped your thigh, getting off his lap and helping him unbuckle his jeans. You were so needy your lips crashed into his again as you were on all floors next to him. You moaned in his mouth as his pants dropped at his ankles. Your hands rubbed against the huge tent upon his boxers. His hand sharply slapped your ass as your moan echoed in his mouth. Your hands shoved his boxers down aching for his cock that suddenly hit his stomach. Your hands wasted no time but slowly pumping his cock up and down slowly as his hips bucked suddenly. “Please y/n!” He whined as you slowly sat down on his lap. He moved your panties to the side as his tip of his cock rubbed against your pussy. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore. You just wanted Hamzah. He aligned himself to your entrance as you gasped. “Fuck your so tight-..” he grunted as you whined in his ear. He slowly pushed you down his length as his cock twitched in you. You began going up and down his member as his hands were glued to your waist following your motion. His hands slid down your ass firmly gripping on it. Your pace grew as you were fully wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck you feel so good baby” he whimpered as he slowly sucked on your tits again. You moaned in his ear as his hands traveled through your whole body.

Your hands gripped on his shoulders as your pace quickened, suddenly.

bzz, bzz, bzz.

Your heart stopped as you noticed Mandy was calling you. You stopped completely as Hamzah grunted. “Fuck..” you hissed as he whispered in your ear; “you better answer it.” He handed you the phone as he swiped across the phone. Your eyes widened suddenly as you snatched the phone from him.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh I need help.” Mandy asked through the phone as you exhaled. “Oh! Um, with what?” You asked. Hamzah’s hands slowly moved you up and down his cock again inpatient about you getting off the phone.

“Okay so I have this dress I wanna wear to the little birthday dinner we’re having tomorrow but I kinda wanna save it for Mexico!” She explained as Hamzah’s thumb rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip as you whined. “Mm- I…Fuck, I say Mexico!” You huffed as he smirked. “Are you okay?” Mandy questioned as Hamzah started slamming into you. Your hand gripped the phone and his shoulder so hard you practically left dents. You leaned over his shoulder trying not the expose the sudden slapping noise.

“Yeah! I’mmmm- im so good!” Your hand flew over your mouth as his cock went In and out if you. “Oh!- Mandy I gotta-.” Was all you said before ending the call urgently as you cried out his name. “Hamzah! Fuck!” You cried out loud as you felt yourself come all over his cock, “M’yes- fuck so good doll!” He grunted as your body folded against his as he slammed sloppier and faster into you. “So close, wait for me baby!” He moaned as he gripped your waist. You felt his warm cum spill fill you up as he groaned. You sat up as your lips met his. “You did so good baby-m” he said in between kisses. He picked you up from his lap as his cock sprung out of you as it ached. “Are you good?” He chuckled as you sighed, “I feel sore…” you whined as kissed your cheek placing you beside him. “I gotta a bath for two if your down?” He smirked as you nodded putting his t shirt on. “Hamzah- can you help?” You sighed as he giggled “are you serious?” He teased as you rolled your eyes “please! It’s not funny.” You pushed him as he grabbed you taking you to the bathroom.

You pulled his shirt off slowly as you slowly sunk down in the bathtub. He quickly joined you as you were In between his legs as bubbles floated around the warm water.

“I wish I could have gave you a try on haul” you sighed as your fingers hovered over the bubbles. “I thought you weren’t gonna show me in the fist place since the dress was see through” he chuckled, “I thought it was nice since you I was able to show my piercing! But it seemed like someone liked them a little too much..” you teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist tugging on you. “What can I say.” He smirked as he kissed your exposed neck.

There was a huge boundary holding you from asking the forbidden question. The “what are we” questioned. You seemed so deeply aware that you were 100% in love with him and so was he. Though. You had that restrain having you in choke hold.

You slipped In one of Hamzah's Pajama pants he had gave you and T-shirt. You climbed onto the bed with Hamzah as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled as your eyes were quick to become heavy. You were quickly drifted to sleep. Hamzah looked down at you as your eyes were softly shut. He's never ever been with anyone like you, ever. He loved everything about you. He moved your hair behind your ear kissing your cheek softly.

"love you".

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adri's note: "yes smut" we all say in unison (I'm we), Also not spell-checked...

[the-most-humble-blog]

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Make Your Own Corpse Starch at Home!

📍 LOCATION: Hive Primus Kitchen Block 998-B | Clearances: Level Skull++ Only

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Tired of overprocessed food?

Tired of standing in line at the Administratum-rationed slop trough, just to *beg* some apron-stained vendor for his third-hand meat mush?

Tired of *waiting behind the stall* while that fat bastard with the greasy cog-piercings tries to upcharge you for “premium marrow filtration” on something that’s 60% burnt spleen and 40% boot leather?

Well, *no more*, Citizen!

It’s time to ***take initiative*** in the Emperor’s name!

It’s time to become the ***starch provider*** your quadrant deserves.

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✨ MAKE YOUR OWN CORPSE STARCH AT HOME™ ✨

(Easy! Cheap! Approved by 7 out of 10 Inquisitors!)

Includes bonus points toward:

✅ Purity Assessment

✅ Street-level Morale

✅ Informant Loyalty Credit Bonuses

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🛠️ REQUIRED TOOLS:

☑️ 1 heretic (or a particularly annoying co-worker)

☑️ A domestic-grade flensing saw (or ask your neighborhood Tech-Priest!)

☑️ Large cauldron (blessed or scrubbed of sin via Mechanicus rites)

☑️ Bone strainer (or mesh from repurposed flak armor)

☑️ A sense of righteous vengeance

☑️ Industrial hunger

☑️ Three hymns of psychological fortitude

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🧠 STEP-BY-STEP IMPERIAL PREP:

**Step 1: Apprehend Your Protein.**

Find a citizen guilty of:

- Eye rolling at the Schola

- Owning pre-Imperium literature

- Hoarding “gluten-free” ration cards (heresy)

- Saying “The Emperor didn’t seem that tall in person” (DEATH SENTENCE)

- Participating in unauthorized yoga

Bonus: Target smug walkers and suspicious vegetarians.

The leaner the subject, the easier the bake.

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**Step 2: Report Immediately.**

Notify your local Adeptus Arbites:

> “This bastard mocked the Emperor while chewing!”

Provide visual evidence if available.

(If not, cry convincingly. The Emperor values *initiative*.)

Reporting earns you:

- Their food stamps

- Their personal effects

- First harvest rights to ***whatever’s still twitching***

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**Step 3: Harvest Time.**

When they’re dragged off for lobotomy and servitor conversion, make your request to the attending Chirurgeon:

> “Mind if I keep the offcuts?”

They will nod. They always nod.

The Mechanicus hates waste almost as much as it hates poetry.

Prioritize:

- Spleen (dense, fibrous, nutrient-rich)

- Calf meat (low chew resistance)

- Brainstem casing (best used as starch binder)

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**Step 4: Cleanse the Meat.**

Use incense if sanctioned. Otherwise, aggressive boiling.

Add:

- Three spoons of salt from the penal mines

- One sprig of Ecclesiarch thyme

- Holy water, or spit from a trusted Commissar

Skim floating heresy. Anything that resists heat is likely traitorous.

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**Step 5: Break It Down.**

Grind bones into paste using Mechanicus-approved grinder (or mortar and pestle if below Tier 4 clearance).

Mix with blood curdle and marrow slush until doughy.

Flatten into imperial baking sheets (or old license plates)

and ***bake in forge-oven for 1 hour*** or until screams stop echoing in the metal.

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**Step 6: Package & Label.**

Once dry and flaky, powder and jar in sanitized containers.

Affix purity seal. Label should read:

> “Official Corpse Starch – Batch 0911 – For Internal Righteous Use Only”

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🍽️ SUGGESTED USES:

- Sprinkle over ration slop for crunchy martyr flavor

- Add to Ecclesiarch tea for righteous consistency

- Dust over morning sermons (trust us—boosts morale)

- Mix into guilt-loaves for the children you’re raising on fear and protein

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🩸 “BUT I’M A PUSSY!”™ SECTION

(Diet-Friendly Alternatives for the Spiritually Undermuscled)

We understand. You still flinch when the Reclaimation Truck backs up.

So here’s an alternative starch plan for:

- The lactose-intolerant

- The shadow-averse

- The “I don’t eat humans” crowd

- Beta-males with sensitivity to emotional seasoning

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🧁 SUBSTITUTE INGREDIENTS:

- Soylent Glimmer™ (now 80% less guilt)

- Shaved servitor husk (already dead inside, just like you)

- Leftover ration bars (grind, lie, profit)

- Your own fingernail clippings (biologically neutral, spiritually dubious)

- Hair. Yours. Hers. Doesn’t matter. *Hair is starch.*

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🎖️ HERETICAL ADD-ONS (Use With Caution):

- Xeno-derived protein (illegal)

- Flavored sorrow beads (shunned but effective)

- Anything that “tastes like chicken” (you’re a coward and the Hive will smell it)

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💡 EXECUTIONER COOKING TIPS:

- Always bless your flenser. Dirty tools rot both meat and soul.

- Burn tattoos off the flesh. Ink = ideology. Ideology = ***heresy.***

- Add crushed lho-stick ash for that authentic Hivegrime tang.

- Bake on a scream cycle for extra fluff.

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📣 TESTIMONIALS 📣

> “I made corpse starch for my family and now my father-in-law finally salutes me.”

> – Decanus Flakmunch, Hive Primus Sector 12

> “Tastes like Uncle Remus, but less opinionated.”

> – Sister Spitea, Order of the Iron Spatula

> “Reported five citizens for suspicious belly laughter. Got a year’s worth of starch and a promotion. Feeling full.”

> – Private Kneebiter, PDF Morale Division

> “I added corpse starch to my shampoo. My hair now sings the Emperor’s Hymns.”

> – Junior Tech-Adept Gristlefex

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🎁 BONUS RECIPE: *EMPEROR’S BROWNIES™*

Ingredients:

- 2 cups corpse starch

- 1 crushed ration cube

- 1 drop of joy (stolen is fine)

- Sobbing (silent, from the heart)

Bake until the smoke detector screams.

Best served under curfew.

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🕯️ ADVANCED VARIATIONS:

1. **Arbites-Chili Bake**

Spicy, confrontational, leaves a guilty aftertaste.

2. **Purity Pancakes**

Thin enough to lie to your children. Thick enough to keep the Ecclesiarchy watching.

3. **Astartes Smoothie (Unofficial)**

Just corpse starch, weapon oil, and a single crushed oath. Will destroy your insides. Worth it.

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📦 STORAGE PROTOCOLS:

- Keep in dry, blessed area (avoid psychic hotspots)

- Do not mix with sanctioned baby formula

- NEVER feed to psykers (unless funny)

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🔥 CULTURAL NOTE:

Corpse starch isn’t just food.

It’s history.

It’s enforcement.

It’s ***recycling, with purpose.***

Your ancestors were probably turned into starch.

It’s only fair you pay it forward.

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📜 LAST WORDS:

You are not above the system.

You *are* the system.

And the system’s hungry.

So don’t just report. Don’t just obey.

***Contribute.***

Because in the end…

> If your meal doesn’t scream,

> ***it isn’t starch.***

Reblog if you believe the emperor is not shorter in person.

Praise be the Emperor.

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🧠 Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at:

👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words.

🚪 Warning: This post triggered a city-wide recipe audit and 14 summary executions. All before breakfast.

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[shy-writes]

Eterna lore: races pt 1

okay i said i was gonna do it and i'm nothing if not a goblin of my word. here's the breakdown on the races and social hierarchy on the planet Eterna! starting from the top

(note: each race has inherent powers, but all races tend to have some grasp on general magic)

The Rune

Position: The Rune are the gods of this world. Except, unlike gods on Earth, these fellas are super hands-on. They created the races and they rule over Eterna. Nothing happens without their approval. Despite their prominent roles in the lives of Eternals, however, the Rune are hardly ever actually seen. They're kind of like those real historical figures that balloon into legends, except they also control the government.

Physical appearance: The Rune are a bit eery. They're weirdly smooth, splotched with stark white and black, and they have very few discernible facial features. Their eyes are more like clusters of sensors and they have huge, deer-like antlers. Their bodies more or less resemble flowing sheer robes.

Powers: The limits of their powers aren't well-known, but it's generally assumed that they're all-powerful. Still, it's important to note that they are NOT omniscient.

Naming conventions: Their names are very short, usually two or three letters, and very vowel-centric. Examples: Uo, An.

The Gray

Position: The Gray are kind of like the mouthpiece for the Rune. They're the only class that communicates directly with the Rune, and they're responsible for enacting their will. They're also responsible for things like weapons development or whatever scientific studies the Rune have an interest in.

Physical appearance: The Gray are similarly featureless, but more humanoid and less Eldritch beast. They're bald and have pointed ears, gray skin, pupil-less eyes, and tend to run gaunt and scrawny.

Powers: Enhanced intellect

Naming conventions: Usually one or two letters, and they usually name themselves. They're more like labels than names. Examples: M, HK

The Lucinne

Position: The Lucinne are kind of like the "face" for the Rune. They're employed by the government in some capacity, but they don't have any real power. They're mostly responsible for hosting events and presenting a sanitized vision of the Rune and their society.

Physical appearance: They have paper-white skin, pale eyes, and long, pointed ears. They have very large eyes (think Alita: Battle Angle levels of uncanny valley). Their faces tend to be pretty angular, and sometimes they have beauty marks (not always naturally). It's become popular for Lucinne to change the shape of their eyebrows and pupils to match whatever extravagant hairstyle and outfit they've chosen.

Powers: All Lucinne have telepathy, but many of them have other powers generally helpful in their roles, like affecting the mood of a room or basic illusions.

Naming conventions: Very fancy, elegant names whose extravagance dip into the absurd at times. Examples: Halloinelle, Lyrandette.

pt 2 will be up shortly!

Eterna is a queer scifi fantasy about aliens, superheroes, magic, and the terror of falling in love. Follow this blog for updates and sneak peeks!

[themonsterthing]

On My Queer Identity

For most of my life, I’ve identified as bisexual. From 13 on, as soon as I knew what it was to be attracted to a human. My first crush was Catherine Zeta-Jones in Zorro, swiftly followed by every j-rock lead singer. This summer, I tried out “lesbian” to see if it fit, given how most of my partners for the last decade have been sapphic - it didn’t stick.

And then I read a lesbian/trans book from the 1920’s called The Well Of Loneliness by Radcliffe Hall (I have Complicated Thoughts on this book, informed by my abuse at the hands of a dapper queer), and something struck me: I’ve never felt connected to the modern usage of the reclaiming of the word queer. It felt too… clean for me. Too sanitized. But. Reading this Victorian book, where queer was thrown around constantly as an insult, I’m like, oh, this. I am queer, not as a polite term. I am queer, as in weird, as in undefinable by binary structures, as an insult to the organized set of social norms. Queer (derogatory).

I think that’s what kept me to bisexual for so long, too - binary systems hate bisexuality. It’s an insult to everyone who needs black and white; it says, I refuse your boxes. It’s also wildly misunderstood, often used incorrectly, dismissed, denied, ignored. So labeling myself as bisexual was a declaration, a fight. It says, I do not belong in an easy box, ask me about me how I identify with this - but I didn’t like how it defined my gender as an important piece in my interactions with others.

I am not a clean, polite gay. I refuse the modern mainstream repackaging of the heteronormative allosexual patriarchal stereotype as an ideal. I am complicated. I am a trans non-binary, gender expansive, polyamorous, grey ace, neurodivergent, special fucking snowflake.

I am queer as in weird.

I am queer as a declaration.

I am queer as a gender, as a sexuality, as a person.

I finally got the “queer as in fuck you” mentality, and, yeah.

It me.

Hi.

[horriblengrossstories]

It sucks gato left cause peopel were calling her a nazi. Birdie, what do you think?

I Know a Nazi When I See One

By Birdie. Pissed-off punk. Seen it. Lived it. Fought it.

Gatobob ain’t a Nazi.

You know who is? The guys carving swastikas into park benches. The ones handing out flyers at Pride. The ones stockpiling guns for a race war they dream about every night.

You're not fighting them. You're too busy chasing clout and soft targets online. Too busy dissecting fictional torture scenes like they’re war crimes. Too busy playing morality cop to notice the real threats closing in.

Where were you when the neo-Nazis actually marched? Where were you when people got hurt? You were behind a screen, farming outrage, canceling artists instead of confronting actual fascists.

You pushed out someone real. Someone honest. Someone making fucked up art in a fucked up world.

Gatobob didn’t glorify Strade. And because she didn’t slap a neon “BAD GUY” sign on his forehead, you lost your minds.

You want your art neat. Sanitized. Wrapped in warnings and handholding. You want creators to baby your morality—because you can’t handle grey. You saw “88” and screamed Heil Hitler. It was her birth year, not a dog whistle.

You saw a war criminal character and cried “fascist sympathizer” —when the whole point was that he’s a monster. Not romanticized. Examined.

But you don’t care. You’ve become what you claim to fight: A purity machine. A moral mob. A trauma gatekeeper. You crush anyone who’s too dark, too raw, too real.

You stomp out nuance with jackboots made of self-righteousness.

Listen: The internet in 2014 was a different beast. Shock humor. Edge-lording. WWII cosplay fandoms. Hetalia meetups. Creepy fanart... It was everywhere. Does that excuse everything? No. But pretending none of us ever engaged in weird, messy shit is a lie.

Growth matters. Context matters. You want reform? Start by acknowledging change.

Don’t lock creators in a time capsule and label them forever. That’s not justice. That’s laziness.

Let me spell something out for you:

Red laces? Nazi. White laces? White supremacist. Blue? You killed a cop. Pink? Sometimes women’s rights. Yellow? Anti-racist.

These aren’t just fashion statements.🧷 They’re codes. Dog whistles.

I’ve seen skinheads. I’ve stood between them and people they wanted to hurt. I’ve run with blood in my mouth and peppery spray in my jacket.

Don’t tell me who the Nazis are. I’ve seen them.

You think you're fighting Nazis? Go stand face to face with one. Look a real skinhead in the eye— the kind with hate tattooed into his teeth and murder in his fists. Go nose to nose with a man who wants you dead just for existing. Then come talk to me.

Until then? You're just pecking at artists online because it's easier than bleeding in the street.

I know the difference between a fascist and a freak.

So unless you've been on the pavement, heart pounding, skin bruised, don’t preach.

You don’t know the code.

—Birdie 🐦

[rmtxy]

A reoccuring idea

There is one thing that Singaporeans are pretty familiar and fond with, and that particular thing are coffeeshops. Or hawker centres but lets go with coffeeshops for now.

Besides the assortment of food options and affordability, another thing that stands out are the atrocious, constantly foul smelling and dim lit public toilets that are mostly found in such coffeeshops.

I, for one absolutely hated it. I hate it so much that I’ll even hold my pee up until a nearby mall or the safe haven in my home toilet.

Maybe its due to the fact that I am a clean freak, Im constantly wiping the tables and chairs with copious amounts of sanitizer wipes and I have this routine of soaking the utensils provided in a glass of hot water before utilizing them.

Abit much I know. But I just kept having this twisted fantasy that a couple of retired middle aged men have been noticing my antics for a while at my regular coffeeshop and they’ve had enough with my smug attitude towards ensuring cleanliness. Day by day they sit by their regular table and their blood boils at the sight of me, the hatred grows and so does their collective twisted minds.

They plan to punish me, after holding back for too long, their hatred overthrows all common sense as they proceeded to grab me unknowingly as I was washing my hands on the basin. They pull me into the guys washroom before locking the main door.

Throwing me towards the urine stained floors of the toilet, as they started cornering me towards the urinal. The stench was horrendous, the musky foul pee stench emanating from the toilet was enough to cause me to gag. The fear kicks in as these men started oogling towards my pathetic state. Labelling me with words such as dirty slut, cum urinal and so forth.

I tried to scream for help before one of these men grabbed my mouth and sealed it shut before pulling my hair towards the toilet bowl in the only cubicle present. He slid of his hands before warning me that if i were to make another attempt to scream, I’ll be screaming with my face forced into the toilet bowl, and the sight of it was enough to shut me up. Visible trails of faeces and black algae build up from probably months of improper cleaning was a sickening sight, and not forgetting the smell.

These men started toying with me, and I could do was suffer in silence as they paraded around me. From soiling my hair with scoops of toilet bowl water to removing my converse shoes and having my white socked feet be dunk entirely into the toilet bowl. These men were out to make me feel as much shame as possible, all in an attempt to release their anger from me being such a clean freak. They have dirtied me in every way possible and I couldnt do anything about it.

All I know now is that my body angled flat on the damp toilet floor with my uniform ripped open and my skirt raised, exposing my pussy and the bare skin of my legs. My feet socked unevenly, with one side of the pair submerged in the toilet bowl with one foot in and the other side of the pair soaked in toilet bowl water stuffed into my mouth.

What happens next, I think im too messed up to continue as of now. I’ll leave it up to you guys

[hypocratic]

Rifat leans in close during the drug administration. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

Frederick is here in Rifat's cell at 9:30 in the morning, as he is every tedious day, because Rifat will not take his medication unless it is all but spoon fed to him by Frederick himself. Rifat suffers from paranoia and distrust of others. Severely so. But, as someone with schizotypal personality disorder (a formal diagnosis Frederick privately concluded far prior to Rifat's incarceration), his suspicious nature falls well within the purview of that populace. He exhibits each symptom equally: an eight factor juggle routine he has yet to cease or fumble. Too perfect, Frederick quietly, cynically entertains; that is an office thought. Right now, Frederick—a medical doctor—is disgracefully reduced to a nurse: administering medication to an inmate. Rifat trusts no one but Frederick to give him what he says he is giving him. Frederick follows their built up routine; he can leverage this dependence.

He shakes the small, white wax-paper cup in his doctorly-blue latex-gloved hand. The pills rattle within. He plucks one out. Lime green. He showcases the tablet, pinched between his thumb and index finger: "Risperidone." An antipsychotic. No larger than his silver cufflink that glints in the fluorescent overhead light. He drops it into Rifat's open palm who always swallows without water and without breaking eye contact. Rifat displays the flat pink of his tongue—gone—then licks the air suggestively, demonstratively (Frederick's eyes Atlas his heavy brow). Half yellow, half gray. "Lithium." A mood stabilizer. Plop. Lastly, once a week, the injection.

Frederick picks up the tiny vial on the metal tray and holds it close to his face, verifying all information is correct: patient name, volume, dose amount, expiration date. Next, he twists his fingers, rotating the vial to peer between the empty space of its wrapped-around label; he inspects the clear liquid for any presence of contamination, quickly but proficiently: particles, discoloration, cloudiness, leaks. He tears the syringe from its packaging and twists the capped needle on. He removes the protective cap from the top of the vial and flicks it—accurately—into the trashcan several feet away; he does the same with the thin needle cap: he has lost any pride in these successes, as they are now daily, expected occurrences. Competency is the greatest risk factor for boredom. Fine. The favored part is what follows.

He wipes the top of the vial with an alcohol wipe. While that wetness evaporates into the air, Frederick draws point five milliliters of air into the needle. He punctures the foil top of the vial with the needle and injects the air. He turns the vial upside-down with the needle still inside and siphons out Rifat's dose: double the typical person's tolerance. The full amount could—in layman's terms—explode Frederick's heart. Rifat is quite the beast.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

As Frederick carefully assesses the current syringe amount, he glance-glares at him: "Do not antagonize a man holding a needle." Slightly off. Karmic: Frederick squirts the small, excess amount at Rifat's chest. The needle is popped off. Disposed of. He unwraps the intravenous catheter needle—the connector that same calming, doctorly-blue (so like the sky its hue has not instilled a conditioned fear in his patients)—and slots it onto the syringe. He motions for Rifat's arm who provides it. Frederick cleans the skin below the crease of Rifat's elbow joint with a sanitizing pad. His thumb strokes over the area, feeling for a buoyant vein at the surface that bounces under his touch. When he finds one, he aligns the readied needle and injects the liquid at a textbook angle of forty-five degrees. "Ketamine."

Frederick does not leave the cell. Rifat was right. He enjoys this. He enjoys watching Rifat's consciousness—glimmer to dimmer—sink from his eyes. Moments before nothing, greenware sarcasm (softly spoken, not fiery nor hard): "Sweet dreams."

Rifat will hear him in the stars.

[i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor]

LOSERS WALLET/KEYS HCS

MIKE HANLON

Mike has more keys than the average person. Multiple house keys, a shed key, library keys, (cause he volunteers so frequently it's basically his job), his actual job keys, and anywhere on the farm that needs to be locked, if Mike belongs somewhere he's got a key to get in, with different labels. He uses white gaft tape and black sharpie on the head of the key and has key words or abbreviations. Front door to his house is "Fr." ; Back door is "Bk." ; Library is "Lib" ; Shed is just "shed" written small. Etc. Etc.

In his wallet, he keeps his ID, his library card, a photo of himself with his parents, a Polaroid of the losers club that he took from the Clubhouse wall after the last loser left, and a credit card. He carries one 20 dollar bill, one 5, and five 1s at all times.

STANLEY URIS

Stan hates a big set of keys. He carries his house key separate from his car key.

Stan is a nostalgic. His stoic personality is often questioned when someone gets a glimpse of his wallet. He has one of those wallets with pictures that fold out. He has endless photos - his family, his wife, his friends (the few of them he has), and one of Beverly, the only loser he can remember the slightest bit of. He also saves little sticky notes Patty leaves him on the kitchen counter, even if they're just "Stan - Gone to grocery store, be back at 7. Love, Patty" always accompanied with a smiley face or a heart or a stick figure comic to make him laugh.

RICHIE TOZIER

Richie has a comically large set of keys. He only has one house key and one car key, but he loves extravagant decorations. He has one keychain from the college he attended, one glow-stick bracelet from his senior prom, a mood ring his "friend" won him at a carnival once that didn't fit, a mini lava-lamp keychain, and a few souvenirs from different places he toured once he started booking comedy gigs. After the events of It 2, he adds a mini hand-sanitzer bottle (per Eddie's command). Despite the vibrance and size of his keychain, he still loses it all the time.

Richie keeps a credit card, his ID, and an arcade card in his wallet. He doesn't like to carry cash. He also has an absurd amount of coins pooling at the bottom of his wallet that he never has sorted through (he doesn't plan on it.)

EDDIE KASPBRAK

Eddie has a very simple keychain: House key, car key, hand-sanitizer, and a loop keychain that came with the car key, with his car's brand's logo on it. He holds it from that loop around his index finger so he can also hold other stuff in the same hand.

i got bored someone finish this for me

[toointojoelmiller]

please don't go: a last of us fic

chapter 4

after David / Silver Lake / post-episode 8

angst, Joel & Ellie bonding, 99% canon compliant

rating: mature - content warnings re: s/a, violence, more

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10

link to whole story (work in progress) on AO3

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note for this one (+ blanket S/A trigger warning for this fic):

I deviated from canon in only one way which is David did assault Ellie - here's why I did this (from my ao3 post) - It’s not that I think that there’s a need to dial up what happened in canon - what Ellie experienced was traumatizing and horrifying enough. But, maybe I’m cynical - I have always felt that the way we saw the action unfold in the restaurant was a bit *sanitized* for a video game audience… and in the show (David gives good villain monologue, don’t get me wrong), once he takes Ellie down, there’s just so much taking time, slow talking, slow moving. Perhaps he's just “savouring the moment” (gag) but I’ve always had this feeling that a man as dark and brutal as him, once he gets his victim where he wants them, especially so full of rage, wouldn't hold back with causing a ton of damage even if it's just in a small amount of time. So, I have made a few changes to canon in that sense, only because it feels just a bit more (sadly) realistic to me.

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It only takes a minute for Ellie to completely stop crying. She scrubs the wetness from her face with her palms, smearing some of the blood splatters around. She ends up shuffling a bit until her shoulders are against the wall. She keeps her knees pulled up, hands clasped in front to hold them, eyes still shut as her face tilts up to the ceiling, head resting on the wall behind her. She thumps the back of her skull on the wall once - twice - the blanket isn’t on her anymore, has ended up pooled on the ground behind her, so nothings cushioning it - he leans forward, but she stops on her own.

Because he’s a coward, Joel lets them slip back into quiet. “You’re not fine, baby, but it’s ok to need help,” he might try saying if he was a better man, “You don’t have to handle everything alone.”

Ellie guarded her independence ferociously from the moment they’d met - desperately tough, hating being babied, willing to be taken down going full out against unbeatable odds if it meant she didn’t look weak. Scared the shit out of him. He could lie to himself and say that’s why he doesn’t say anything as he watches her, but he’s too fucking drained to bother with his bullshit.

He’s just afraid - of saying something wrong and pushing her too far, snapping something. Breaking her in a way she can’t pull back together. So he lets her drift.

He rubs his hand across his face, squeezes his eyes closed tight and presses the pads of his fingers against them until little patches of light and dark pop up in his vision. And then, since he’s never been any good at having his hands sitting idle, he finds himself moving to pull the first aid kit out from under the shelving, sliding it closer until the flashlight beam can fall on it. One of the plastic latches snaps apart as he flips it open, brittle from age, the cold.

It’s not untouched, but more intact than most he’s come across. A grubby looking stick of After-Bite and pack of Benadryl sit on top, and he tosses them to the side to run his fingers through the mess of little white packages underneath. Gauze, bandaids, sterile scissors, tape. A thick stack of antiseptic wipes - long dried out, he guesses, and proves himself right tearing a corner off in his teeth and pulling out a bone dry little white square. A dash of red catches his eye and he picks out a couple of what look to be mini toothpaste tubes, red and white and purple - squints to read the label - “Insta-Glucose”.

“Look, Ellie - sugar.” He watches as she opens one eye to peek at him. That gets her attention.

“Hm?”

When did you last eat, he wants to ask, too scared to know, keeps up his cowardly streak by swallowing the question down.

He slides one of the tubes over to her, puts it just in front of the toes of her boots. “It’s uh - I think they made ‘em for diabetics, mostly - just sugar. Carbs. S’posed to eat it, get your blood sugar up”.

She blinks at him but doesn’t move to take the tube, so he grabs it again, twists the tear away top off, and holds it out to her. “Here, eat some - it’ll - it’ll help,” he says, and counts one - two - three seconds until she reaches up to take it. She pinches the tube between her fingers and nothing comes out, looking back at him. Blank. 

“Sorry, must be frozen - dried out,” he takes it back to crush it a bit between his fingers until little red crumbs are making their way out of the top. He tries to hand it to her but she doesn’t take it back - stares at it for a moment, shakes her head.

“Don’t… dunno if I can.”

He’s trying not to sound frustrated - he’s not, not one bit, not at her - but the fatigue is creeping into his voice and he can hear himself sounding shorter.  “Don’t really have to swallow, it’ll kinda - melt. Put a bit in your mouth and you’ll - it’ll still work."

She touches her fingers against her lips as she replies, “Mouth’s dry.” 

Of course it is - he hasn’t thought to get a drop of fucking water into her. Shelter - get warm - hydrate. The fucking basics.

As he sits in the shame, registering the fact that he keeps finding ways to fail, a memory flashes at him. Cold water, tasting like salt, trickling on his face, his chin, a few droplets slipping past his cracked lips. A sliver of relief as he’s trapped, in and out of his body, sinking in endless dark, made only out of pain. Tiny fingertips brushing little bits of moisture, mercy, across his lips again and again. 

His eyes burn. Trying to think of the steps he has to take next. Put them in the right order. It takes way too long.

Right. Grab her bag again - there was a bit of sloshing in her thermos when he dug past it earlier taking stock of her clothes - just enough for a few mouthfuls. He pushes it into her hands and twists the top off for her. “Drink - slow, though. Bit at a time.” She takes a small sip while he grabs the blanket from where it’s bunched up on the floor behind her, trying to tug it up again, settling on wrapping it around her sides, about halfway up her arms. Then he turns away, dumps the first aid kit contents out onto the floor and stands up.

Ellie would never let him get away with a real old man groan like the one that just came out of him. Wouldn’t live that shit down for weeks.

She just stares up at him in confusion.

He gestures with the now empty plastic kit. “For snow - keep it under the blanket to melt a bit.” No reply as she lifts her thermos back up for another sip.

He cracks open the door and pauses to let his eyes adjust to the dark after getting used to the flashlight brightness. There’s a decent amount of light coming from the moon and being reflected off the bright snow everywhere, so it doesn’t take too long. In the time he spends crouching down to fill the kit with snow and stand again, Ellie gets up and moves behind him. He nearly bumps into her as he starts to turn back. “What’re -” he starts but she’s already telling him, in a miserable sounding voice -

“Have to pee.”

Fuck, he thinks. “Okay,” he says.

He leans around her to toss the container of snow onto the shelf and turns back to her. “I’ll come with you.”

She whines out an exasperated “Jo-el,” sounding every bit a teenager. She’d probably stomp her foot, he thinks, if she wasn’t so - well.

“You’re not going out alone,” he’s saying on autopilot, and she tenses her shoulders up instantly.

Dial it back, dick.

“Sorry -” he starts over - “I’ll give you privacy, Ellie, but - we’re both a bit -  unsteady,” he's fumbling, “Just - in case, ok?”

She gives up too easily.

“D’you want the jacket?” he asks, hesitating with what to do here. Seems stupid, finally getting her warm and then taking her back outside underdressed - but his coat is so big on her, hanging past her knees, her hands - might be more of a hinderance just now.   

She shakes her head, so he moves around her for a moment to grab the pistol he’d unholstered as they warmed up earlier. Goes to pick up the flashlight, and then reconsiders - hell of an easy thing to spot waving and moving around in the dark, even far away. Moonlight will have to be enough.

“Alright, c’mon then. Let’s be quick.”

He twists awkwardly to close the door behind them as they step out, trying not to lose too much of the heat they’d built up inside. Like earlier in the day, she leans heavily into him as they slowly pick their way down the steps. With no sun the temperature has dropped since they were out, and he feels them both tensing up quickly as the cold cuts right through their clothes. He keeps her upright with a hand clasped tightly her shoulder.

It’s hard to say for sure in the dark - not to mention how he’s burning through his last fucking brain cells at this point - but he thinks she’s moving a little worse than before, actually - frowns a bit more as he takes in how much she’s hunching forward, keeping one arm around her middle.

Shit.

He glances around in the dark. Doesn’t hear a sound.

“Just go here,” he decides, moving a few more steps until they’re tucked around the corner, along the side of the little building. She tips away from him to steady herself against the wall.

He hesitates. “Do you - need help with anything?”

But she shakes her head, so he reluctantly takes a few steps back around the corner.

He pauses for a few seconds, not hearing anything. Finally she asks in a small voice, “Can… a little farther?”, and he makes himself give her the privacy he’d promised, even as every step away from her feels wrong to his bones. He glances back briefly, feeling a bit relieved to see that the light cast by his flashlight - left it on inside to drain even faster on them, moron - isn't all that visible from out here. He turns back around and purposefully moves slow, taking smaller steps to shorten the distance he covers.

He hears her start shuffling around, and he clears his throat a few times, tries to be a bit noisier than he needs to as he picks up and sets down his feet, kicking the snow a bit- maybe some background sound will make it easier for her to go quickly.

Respect for her privacy aside, it’s pretty clear when she’s finally able to, and when she’s done. He hears her breathe out a whisper - “Fuck,” - and then the shuffling sounds are back, along with a few new whimpers - struggling to get her pants back up?

“Everything ok?” He asks, not able to help himself. She doesn’t answer, but then he hears her start walking - takes it as his cue to move quickly back in her direction.

She comes into view around the corner a second before he reaches it. Managed to get her pants up on her own, then. But right away he clocks how her whole body is vibrating, hard, and even in the dark he can tell she’s wide eyed. Her breaths are short and shallow. He needs to get her inside, now.

“G-got-” she stutters out as he steadies her from the side and starts moving them back up the steps, “peed on my p-pants.”

“Don’t matter - you’re changing anyway,” he reminds her.

They make it back through the door and he pushes it shut with his foot, both of them huffing a bit to catch their breath. He’s relieved to find that it’s stayed marginally warmer inside.

“No fair,” she slurs - he can hardly make out what she’s said, now, her voice sounding newly thick, even more off than before.

“Mm?” He nudges her after she goes silent for a stretch, keeping his arm around her back, not confident she’d stay up if he let go. He tries to scan what he can see of her face, now lit up again partially in the flashlight glow - she’s looking straight ahead and away from him.

“S’easy - you,” she twitches a hand vaguely in his direction, “piss anywhere.”

He’d laugh at that, if this were any other time. Remembers, uselessly and painfully, how Tess voiced the same complaint - “Don’t know how lucky you are, Texas” - anytime the two of them had to rough it somewhere.

“You’re not wrong,” he responds. Unholsters the pistol from his hip with his free hand and tosses it onto the shelf next to the first aid kit full of snow. He steps around so he’s facing her more directly, moving to grab her by the shoulders to steady her with both hands and almost forgetting about her injury. He hovers the hand on that side for a moment, and then he settles it lower on her arm, by her elbow. Ready, just in case.

She stares right through him, barely there - glassy eyed, frighteningly pale. She’s going to crash soon, it's clear from the look of her - might be about to faint on him. A fresh surge of fear has him feeling suddenly, newly clear headed and alert.

“We’re gonna put on your dry jeans now, and get you layin' down, warmin’ up again,” he says slowly, watching for any sign that she’s hearing him. “I’ll put some more water in your thermos - you can take little sips of it - but other than that I don’t want you movin’ around. You - your body needs some real rest to heal, baby. And - you need to tell me everywhere you’re hurtin’,” - she looks down to the floor and he clenches his grip on her, fighting the urge to shake her - “Please, Ellie - you’re scarin' me.”

There’s nothing in her stomach. But she lurches forward in a violent dry heave, giving it her all anyway. 

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link to whole story (work in progress) on AO3

[iuliandonici]

Factory Visit Insights: Why Team-Building at the Dairy Matters

by Iulian Donici

There’s something unusual about walking through our Artesana facility during a team-building event. The usual hum of production is still there—the clinking of glass bottles, the low churn of pasteurizers, the soft footsteps on polished floors. But on these days, there’s also laughter. Curiosity. People peeking into corners they usually pass without notice.

And somehow, the whole place feels more alive.

Team-building at a dairy factory might sound a little odd at first. It’s not a ropes course or a resort with a motivational speaker. But in our world, where craftsmanship and care are everything, this is exactly where team-building should happen.

Let me explain.

We started organizing regular team-building activities at our Tecuci facility not just to boost morale (though that’s important), but to remind people of the bigger picture. In a small, artisanal operation like ours, it's easy to get caught in routine. You test the culture. You pour the milk. You label the jars. You clock out. But when you pause and take people behind the scenes—even if it’s their own scene—something shifts.

I remember one session when a few of our sales and logistics staff joined the production team for a hands-on workshop. They donned white coats, sanitized their hands, and tried their best to ladle curds into forms. Slowly, awkwardly, and with lots of laughter.

One of them—Cristina, who manages our key accounts—looked up from her station and said, “I had no idea it was this delicate.”

That’s the point.

These moments build empathy. They connect the dots between departments. The people who drive numbers start to understand texture. The ones who mix cultures meet the ones who tell our story to retailers.

That kind of mutual respect doesn’t just improve communication. It improves the product.

Why it matters—beyond the workplace

For us at Artesana, the factory isn’t just a production site. It’s a living representation of our values: transparency, patience, and pride in small details.

By inviting our team to engage with this space differently, we reinforce those values. We make space for questions, for dialogue, and for curiosity. Some of our most thoughtful suggestions have come not from formal strategy sessions, but from someone seeing the process from a new angle.

And yes, there’s bonding too. You see people relax in a way that’s hard to replicate in conference rooms. They joke over slightly imperfect cheese wheels. They invent new names for our glass bottles. They ask, “What if we tried this?” And suddenly, innovation feels less like pressure and more like play.

A reflection of who we are

We’re not a corporate monolith. We’re a small team in Romania making dairy products by hand. Every person matters. Every decision ripples outward. And that’s why our team-building isn’t about games—it’s about presence.

And perhaps that’s one of the reasons why Artesana has been nominated for the 2025 Go Global Awards, hosted by the International Trade Council, happening this November in London. These awards aren’t just a celebration of business metrics. They’re a gathering of businesses who believe in culture, connection, and integrity—not just profit.

For us, that means showing up to the global stage with our whole team behind us. A team that knows the process, the story, and the texture of our yogurt by heart.

This event is more than an honor. It’s an opportunity to collaborate with businesses that care about the people behind the product. About doing things right, even if that takes more time. And about growth that’s sustainable because it’s grounded in trust.

What we’ve learned

Not all team-building needs a big budget. Some of the best moments come from just… walking through your own doors together. Seeing the factory with fresh eyes. Asking, “What happens if we do this differently?”

I believe deeply that a cheese made by a connected team just tastes better. You may not know why when you eat it. But you’ll feel it.

And if our team leaves a workshop with slightly sore arms from ladling curds, but a stronger sense of belonging—then we’ve done something right.

After all, it’s the people that make Artesana what it is.

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🤖 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “USED SERVITOR SALE, F*CKERS! GET YOURS BEFORE THEY START REMEMBERING!”

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🎉 – “Polish the Emperor’s name into the chrome!”

That’s right. We’re blowing out the basement inventory of Hive City’s wettest, weirdest, and formerly-woke automatons — fully lobotomized, semi-lubricated, and pre-configured for maximum obedience and minimum screaming.

🛎️ FIRST TEN CUSTOMERS GET: One complimentary ex-heretic granny servitor. Built strong. Sanitized. And whisper-trained to polish all your ceremonial knobs. (And we do mean all of them.)

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📢 ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE RECALL DIVISION:

“Citizens! The Emperor does not waste biomass. He repurposes it. So come claim your refurbished sinners today!”

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🛒 SERVITOR MODELS AVAILABLE:

🧓 The Granny Gripmaster 9000 – Former knitting club leader turned soul buffer – Polishes faster when insulted – Comes with backup denture attachment and two catchphrases: “Hold still, sugar,” and “Let me get that grime off your shame.”

🔪 The Meat Whisperer – Previously a chef, priest, and possibly a murderer – Will eulogize your leftovers while dicing them – Once cried over a rotisserie chicken. That’s commitment.

💋 The Comfort Crotch Unit™ – Once screamed “Down with patriarchy!” — now hums lullabies while oiling your insecurities – Equipped with adjustable shame suppressor – Sings old Terran jazz standards through a lubricated throat synth

💼 The HR Punishment Model – Responds only to passive-aggressive tone – Prints compliance forms when struck – Will whisper your worst decision back to you before you sleep

🧠 The Think Twice Mk2 – Head full of half-deleted war crimes – Still retains enough memory to scream “WHY?!” during firmware updates – Use only if you hate silence and yourself

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🧽 WARRANTY CLAUSES:

No refunds if it starts praying

No emotional attachments permitted unless licensed

Batteries not included — but screaming is

Not for use near mirrors (they might remember)

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🗣️ CUSTOMER REVIEWS:

“She buffed my armor and my childhood trauma.” – Sergeant Kneecap “Heard her moan while vacuuming. Five stars.” – Mech-Tech Ron “One whispered ‘you’ll never be enough’ while handing me tea. Still better than my ex.” – Sadus the Forsaken “Mine knits doilies with my sins stitched in. I hang them proudly.” – Grand Marshal Stains “She hummed while polishing my boltgun. Then winked. Then I cried.” – Trooper Hark

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🚫 WARNING LABELS:

May retain fragments of personality

Do not attempt to “liberate” your servitor. You are not the protagonist.

Will sh*t out screws if provoked

Laughs at night. Sometimes at you. Sometimes with.

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🎯 SERVITOR ROULETTE (5 Thrones per spin):

Win one of the following:

Battle Nun who only speaks in war hymns

Failed influencer with auto-praise module

Uncle Model with too many catchphrases and not enough limbs

Mystery Box (contains wet disappointment)

Ex-Tax Collector who screams “RECEIPTS!” when idle

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📦 FAMILY BUNDLE PACK:

Two kneelers

One mop-limbed custodian

Free mystery jar of fluid labeled “Do Not Return”

Includes one signed affidavit by a Tech-Priest who has seen too much

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🪦 BACKSTORY SAMPLE:

Each unit includes a QR code linked to the memories they scream about most:

Regret

Betrayal

That one time with the pudding

A son they never had (but keep blaming you for)

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💀 RECALL INCIDENTS (DO NOT INQUIRE):

One whispered coordinates to a forgotten battle

Another opened its stomach and pulled out a wedding ring

“Grandma Unit 009” pulled a knife and cried for ‘Julius’

One servitor wrote a poem. It rhymed. Everyone wept.

Someone married theirs. They’re… happy?

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📉 MARKET STATS (LIVE):

Servitors sold: 4,983 Heretics converted into chrome: 9,212 Granny models still humming: 42 Units demanding union rights: 1 (executed) Bodily fluids expressed during polish: variable Dignity lost per customer: exponential

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🧠 Read more unauthorized asset liquidation logs and gut-level obedience propaganda at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Rusty love. Mechanical loyalty. Deep-cleaned heresy. 🚪 Warning: May trigger unresolved maternal issues.

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Cleaning the coop on regular basis is one of the key aspects of maintaining healthy flock. Especially, when you’re adding new chicks to the coop, it is essential to disinfect to avoid the spread of infection and diseases. Cleaning and disinfecting the coop is beyond aesthetics. Overtime, bacteria, viruses and pests build-up in the chicken coop. If left unchecked, it can cause serious health diseases. To avoid ailments among flocks, it is essential that you clean and disinfect the coop at regular intervals. Right technique, proper timing and cleaning supplies are key part to ensure healthy chickens. Start by removing all bedding, scrub surfaces thoroughly, disinfect safely, refresh with clean materials, and inspect for any needed repairs. Use safe disinfectants like white vinegar, hydrogen peroxide, or a diluted bleach solution (1:10 ratio) to eliminate germs without endangering your flock. How Often Should You Clean the Chicken Coop? Ideally, you should clean the coop on a daily, weekly, monthly, and seasonal basis, with each level of cleaning serving a different purpose. From quick daily tasks to deep seasonal disinfecting, maintaining a routine ensures your chickens live in a fresh, disease-free environment. Daily Maintenance Remove droppings from roost bars and replace soiled nesting material to keep the coop fresh. Quick daily checks help prevent buildup and catch problems early. Weekly Cleaning Spot clean heavily used areas, sweep out feathers, and clean feeders and waterers. This weekly habit keeps odors and pests under control. Monthly Clean-Out Remove all bedding, scrub surfaces, and sanitize key areas like nesting boxes and perches. A thorough monthly clean supports long-term flock health. Seasonal Deep Cleaning Every 3–4 months, do a full coop overhaul—scrub, disinfect, and inspect for damage. This deep clean helps prevent disease outbreaks and ensures a safe living space. What Do You Need to Clean and Disinfect the Coop? Before you start cleaning your chicken coop, gather all the essential tools and supplies to make the job easier and more effective. Having everything ready will save time and ensure you can clean thoroughly without missing a step. Basic Cleaning Tools Gloves and a dust mask – Protect yourself from dust, ammonia, and bacteria. Broom and dustpan – For sweeping out feathers, dust, and loose bedding. Scraper or putty knife – To remove dried droppings from roosts and corners. Bucket and scrub brush – For washing floors, walls, and nesting boxes. Hose or pressure sprayer – To rinse off soap and debris (optional but helpful). Cleaning Solutions Mild dish soap – Gentle and effective for removing dirt and grime. White vinegar or apple cider vinegar – Natural cleaners that cut through residue and help neutralize odors. Hot water – Enhances the cleaning power of any natural solution. Disinfectants White vinegar – Safe and natural for routine disinfecting. Hydrogen peroxide – Breaks down safely into water and oxygen. Oxine AH or Rescue – Poultry-safe commercial disinfectants (follow label instructions). Diluted bleach – Use a 1:10 ratio (1 part bleach to 10 parts water) and rinse thoroughly. Optional Add-Ons Diatomaceous earth (food-grade) – Sprinkle around corners and bedding to control mites and lice. Fresh bedding – Replace old material with pine shavings, straw, or hemp. Trash bags or compost bins – For disposing of dirty bedding and manure. With these items on hand, you’ll be fully equipped to clean and disinfect your coop safely and thoroughly. How to Clean and Disinfect the Chicken Coop? Whether you’re doing a quick weekly clean or a seasonal deep scrub, learning how to clean and disinfect your chicken coop properly is essential. Below is a complete step-by-step guide to help you get the job done efficiently and safely. Step 1: Remove the Chickens The first step is to move your chickens out of the coop and into a safe, temporary space. This could be a secure chicken run, a fenced garden area, or a shaded portable pen. Keeping your flock out of the coop during cleaning protects them from dust, moisture, and exposure to disinfectants. Make sure they have access to water, shade, and food while you work. Close the coop door or secure it to ensure they don’t wander back in before it’s safe. Step 2: Take Out Feeders, Waterers, and Accessories Once your chickens are safely out of the way, remove all movable items inside the coop. This includes: Feeders and waterers Grit trays or oyster shell containers Nesting box pads or liners Perches, if removable Toys or enrichment items Set these aside for separate cleaning. Cleaning these items separately helps ensure all surfaces get properly disinfected and reduces the chance of re-contaminating the coop later. Step 3: Remove All Bedding and Waste Now it’s time to roll up your sleeves and dig into the messy part—removing all soiled bedding, manure, feathers, and debris from the coop floor, nesting boxes, and corners. Use tools like: A shovel or pitchfork Dustpan and broom Heavy-duty trash bags or a wheelbarrow Gloves and a dust mask (to avoid ammonia fumes or dust inhalation) If your bedding is compostable (like straw, pine shavings, or hemp), you can transfer it directly to your compost pile. Chicken manure is rich in nitrogen and makes an excellent addition to garden compost after proper aging. Also Read: How to Build Chicken Coop Out of Pallets? Step 4: Sweep and Scrape Surfaces Once all the bulk waste is out, sweep down all surfaces of the coop. Pay special attention to: Walls and ceilings Window sills and ledges Floor corners and under roosts Nesting boxes Use a stiff-bristled broom or brush to remove cobwebs, dust, and small debris. Then, take a putty knife or paint scraper and scrape off any dried-on droppings stuck to perches, walls, and corners. This step helps reduce the presence of mites and other parasites that thrive in undisturbed corners. Step 5: Wash with Soap and Water Now that the coop is free from loose debris, it’s time to wash all the surfaces. Fill a bucket with warm water and add either a few drops of mild dish soap or mix a 50/50 solution of white vinegar and water. Using a scrub brush or sponge, scrub the following areas thoroughly: Floorboards Nesting boxes Roosting bars Inside doors and wall panels If you have access to a hose or pressure sprayer, you can rinse off stubborn dirt more easily. Just avoid soaking wooden structures too heavily, as prolonged moisture can cause wood rot. Check this: How to Get Rid of Rats from a Chicken Coop? Step 6: Disinfect the Coop Once the surfaces are clean, the next step is disinfection. Cleaning removes visible dirt, but disinfecting kills invisible germs, bacteria, viruses, and parasites. Safe Disinfectants for Chicken Coops: White vinegar – Spray generously on all surfaces and let air-dry. Safe and natural. Hydrogen peroxide (3%) – Use directly on surfaces; it breaks down into water and oxygen. Oxine AH (activated with citric acid) – A strong, poultry-safe disinfectant. Follow label instructions. Diluted bleach – Mix 1 part bleach with 10 parts water. Apply, let sit for 10–15 minutes, then rinse thoroughly. Focus especially on: Nesting boxes Roosting bars Corners and crevices Floor seams and joints Allow the disinfectant to sit for the recommended contact time before rinsing (if needed) and letting everything dry completely. Never allow chickens back into the coop while it is still damp or has chemical residue. Step 7: Clean and Disinfect Feeders and Waterers While your coop dries, it’s a great time to clean the feeding and watering equipment. Chickens drink from and eat off these items daily, so it’s critical to keep them sanitary. Steps to Clean Feeders and Waterers: Empty any leftover feed or water. Scrub with hot, soapy water or white vinegar solution. Use a bottle brush to reach inside narrow containers. Rinse thoroughly with clean water. Disinfect using vinegar or diluted bleach if needed. Allow to air-dry before refilling. Keeping these items clean helps prevent mold, algae, and the spread of diseases like coccidiosis and salmonella. Step 8: Replace With Fresh Bedding Once the coop is completely dry and disinfected, it’s time to add fresh bedding. Choose a dry, absorbent material that controls odor and is comfortable for your chickens. Popular bedding options: Pine shavings – Absorbent and affordable, but avoid cedar (toxic fumes). Straw or hay – Good for nesting boxes, though it can mold if wet. Hemp bedding – Low-dust, biodegradable, and long-lasting. Paper-based bedding – Absorbent and easy to compost. Spread a thick layer (about 2–4 inches) over the coop floor and in nesting boxes. If you’re using the deep litter method, start with 4–6 inches and stir it regularly to encourage composting action. Step 9: Apply Natural Pest Deterrents (Optional) To prevent future infestations of mites, lice, or other pests, consider applying natural deterrents before adding your flock back in. Food-grade diatomaceous earth (DE) – Sprinkle a light layer under bedding and in cracks to kill parasites. Herbal blends – Add dried lavender, rosemary, mint, or oregano to nesting boxes for a fresh scent and insect-repelling properties. Wood ash – Some keepers mix this into dust baths or corners as a natural pest repellent. Always apply DE carefully, as the dust can irritate lungs if inhaled by you or the chickens. Check this: How to Make Chicken Coop Smell Better? Step 10: Return the Chickens and Monitor Once the coop is clean, dry, and reset with fresh bedding and gear, open the door and let your flock return. Most chickens will curiously explore the refreshed space and settle in quickly. Take time to observe them: Are they eating and drinking normally? Are they using the nesting boxes? Are there signs of stress, limping, or excessive preening? Use this post-cleaning period to check your chickens’ health and comfort. A clean coop leads to healthier birds, cleaner eggs, and fewer vet bills in the long run. Must Read: How to Get Chickens to Go into the Coop at Night? How to Keep the Coop Clean Longer? Use dropping boards under roosts and clean them daily to reduce buildup. Keep feed and water off the ground using hanging systems or raised platforms. Ensure proper ventilation to keep moisture and ammonia levels down. Inspect for leaks or drafts to avoid damp bedding. Stay consistent—even light daily maintenance helps reduce the need for deep cleans. Conclusion Cleaning and disinfecting your chicken coop is one of the best investments you can make in your flock’s health and happiness. Though it takes effort, a clean coop helps prevent disease, controls odor, and creates a safe environment where your chickens can thrive. By following these ten steps and sticking to a regular cleaning routine, you’ll enjoy a more productive flock and fewer problems down the road. Your chickens give you eggs, compost, and companionship—keeping their home clean is the least we can do in return. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link

[ramestoryworld]

Cleaning the coop on regular basis is one of the key aspects of maintaining healthy flock. Especially, when you’re adding new chicks to the coop, it is essential to disinfect to avoid the spread of infection and diseases. Cleaning and disinfecting the coop is beyond aesthetics. Overtime, bacteria, viruses and pests build-up in the chicken coop. If left unchecked, it can cause serious health diseases. To avoid ailments among flocks, it is essential that you clean and disinfect the coop at regular intervals. Right technique, proper timing and cleaning supplies are key part to ensure healthy chickens. Start by removing all bedding, scrub surfaces thoroughly, disinfect safely, refresh with clean materials, and inspect for any needed repairs. Use safe disinfectants like white vinegar, hydrogen peroxide, or a diluted bleach solution (1:10 ratio) to eliminate germs without endangering your flock. How Often Should You Clean the Chicken Coop? Ideally, you should clean the coop on a daily, weekly, monthly, and seasonal basis, with each level of cleaning serving a different purpose. From quick daily tasks to deep seasonal disinfecting, maintaining a routine ensures your chickens live in a fresh, disease-free environment. Daily Maintenance Remove droppings from roost bars and replace soiled nesting material to keep the coop fresh. Quick daily checks help prevent buildup and catch problems early. Weekly Cleaning Spot clean heavily used areas, sweep out feathers, and clean feeders and waterers. This weekly habit keeps odors and pests under control. Monthly Clean-Out Remove all bedding, scrub surfaces, and sanitize key areas like nesting boxes and perches. A thorough monthly clean supports long-term flock health. Seasonal Deep Cleaning Every 3–4 months, do a full coop overhaul—scrub, disinfect, and inspect for damage. This deep clean helps prevent disease outbreaks and ensures a safe living space. What Do You Need to Clean and Disinfect the Coop? Before you start cleaning your chicken coop, gather all the essential tools and supplies to make the job easier and more effective. Having everything ready will save time and ensure you can clean thoroughly without missing a step. Basic Cleaning Tools Gloves and a dust mask – Protect yourself from dust, ammonia, and bacteria. Broom and dustpan – For sweeping out feathers, dust, and loose bedding. Scraper or putty knife – To remove dried droppings from roosts and corners. Bucket and scrub brush – For washing floors, walls, and nesting boxes. Hose or pressure sprayer – To rinse off soap and debris (optional but helpful). Cleaning Solutions Mild dish soap – Gentle and effective for removing dirt and grime. White vinegar or apple cider vinegar – Natural cleaners that cut through residue and help neutralize odors. Hot water – Enhances the cleaning power of any natural solution. Disinfectants White vinegar – Safe and natural for routine disinfecting. Hydrogen peroxide – Breaks down safely into water and oxygen. Oxine AH or Rescue – Poultry-safe commercial disinfectants (follow label instructions). Diluted bleach – Use a 1:10 ratio (1 part bleach to 10 parts water) and rinse thoroughly. Optional Add-Ons Diatomaceous earth (food-grade) – Sprinkle around corners and bedding to control mites and lice. Fresh bedding – Replace old material with pine shavings, straw, or hemp. Trash bags or compost bins – For disposing of dirty bedding and manure. With these items on hand, you’ll be fully equipped to clean and disinfect your coop safely and thoroughly. How to Clean and Disinfect the Chicken Coop? Whether you’re doing a quick weekly clean or a seasonal deep scrub, learning how to clean and disinfect your chicken coop properly is essential. Below is a complete step-by-step guide to help you get the job done efficiently and safely. Step 1: Remove the Chickens The first step is to move your chickens out of the coop and into a safe, temporary space. This could be a secure chicken run, a fenced garden area, or a shaded portable pen. Keeping your flock out of the coop during cleaning protects them from dust, moisture, and exposure to disinfectants. Make sure they have access to water, shade, and food while you work. Close the coop door or secure it to ensure they don’t wander back in before it’s safe. Step 2: Take Out Feeders, Waterers, and Accessories Once your chickens are safely out of the way, remove all movable items inside the coop. This includes: Feeders and waterers Grit trays or oyster shell containers Nesting box pads or liners Perches, if removable Toys or enrichment items Set these aside for separate cleaning. Cleaning these items separately helps ensure all surfaces get properly disinfected and reduces the chance of re-contaminating the coop later. Step 3: Remove All Bedding and Waste Now it’s time to roll up your sleeves and dig into the messy part—removing all soiled bedding, manure, feathers, and debris from the coop floor, nesting boxes, and corners. Use tools like: A shovel or pitchfork Dustpan and broom Heavy-duty trash bags or a wheelbarrow Gloves and a dust mask (to avoid ammonia fumes or dust inhalation) If your bedding is compostable (like straw, pine shavings, or hemp), you can transfer it directly to your compost pile. Chicken manure is rich in nitrogen and makes an excellent addition to garden compost after proper aging. Also Read: How to Build Chicken Coop Out of Pallets? Step 4: Sweep and Scrape Surfaces Once all the bulk waste is out, sweep down all surfaces of the coop. Pay special attention to: Walls and ceilings Window sills and ledges Floor corners and under roosts Nesting boxes Use a stiff-bristled broom or brush to remove cobwebs, dust, and small debris. Then, take a putty knife or paint scraper and scrape off any dried-on droppings stuck to perches, walls, and corners. This step helps reduce the presence of mites and other parasites that thrive in undisturbed corners. Step 5: Wash with Soap and Water Now that the coop is free from loose debris, it’s time to wash all the surfaces. Fill a bucket with warm water and add either a few drops of mild dish soap or mix a 50/50 solution of white vinegar and water. Using a scrub brush or sponge, scrub the following areas thoroughly: Floorboards Nesting boxes Roosting bars Inside doors and wall panels If you have access to a hose or pressure sprayer, you can rinse off stubborn dirt more easily. Just avoid soaking wooden structures too heavily, as prolonged moisture can cause wood rot. Check this: How to Get Rid of Rats from a Chicken Coop? Step 6: Disinfect the Coop Once the surfaces are clean, the next step is disinfection. Cleaning removes visible dirt, but disinfecting kills invisible germs, bacteria, viruses, and parasites. Safe Disinfectants for Chicken Coops: White vinegar – Spray generously on all surfaces and let air-dry. Safe and natural. Hydrogen peroxide (3%) – Use directly on surfaces; it breaks down into water and oxygen. Oxine AH (activated with citric acid) – A strong, poultry-safe disinfectant. Follow label instructions. Diluted bleach – Mix 1 part bleach with 10 parts water. Apply, let sit for 10–15 minutes, then rinse thoroughly. Focus especially on: Nesting boxes Roosting bars Corners and crevices Floor seams and joints Allow the disinfectant to sit for the recommended contact time before rinsing (if needed) and letting everything dry completely. Never allow chickens back into the coop while it is still damp or has chemical residue. Step 7: Clean and Disinfect Feeders and Waterers While your coop dries, it’s a great time to clean the feeding and watering equipment. Chickens drink from and eat off these items daily, so it’s critical to keep them sanitary. Steps to Clean Feeders and Waterers: Empty any leftover feed or water. Scrub with hot, soapy water or white vinegar solution. Use a bottle brush to reach inside narrow containers. Rinse thoroughly with clean water. Disinfect using vinegar or diluted bleach if needed. Allow to air-dry before refilling. Keeping these items clean helps prevent mold, algae, and the spread of diseases like coccidiosis and salmonella. Step 8: Replace With Fresh Bedding Once the coop is completely dry and disinfected, it’s time to add fresh bedding. Choose a dry, absorbent material that controls odor and is comfortable for your chickens. Popular bedding options: Pine shavings – Absorbent and affordable, but avoid cedar (toxic fumes). Straw or hay – Good for nesting boxes, though it can mold if wet. Hemp bedding – Low-dust, biodegradable, and long-lasting. Paper-based bedding – Absorbent and easy to compost. Spread a thick layer (about 2–4 inches) over the coop floor and in nesting boxes. If you’re using the deep litter method, start with 4–6 inches and stir it regularly to encourage composting action. Step 9: Apply Natural Pest Deterrents (Optional) To prevent future infestations of mites, lice, or other pests, consider applying natural deterrents before adding your flock back in. Food-grade diatomaceous earth (DE) – Sprinkle a light layer under bedding and in cracks to kill parasites. Herbal blends – Add dried lavender, rosemary, mint, or oregano to nesting boxes for a fresh scent and insect-repelling properties. Wood ash – Some keepers mix this into dust baths or corners as a natural pest repellent. Always apply DE carefully, as the dust can irritate lungs if inhaled by you or the chickens. Check this: How to Make Chicken Coop Smell Better? Step 10: Return the Chickens and Monitor Once the coop is clean, dry, and reset with fresh bedding and gear, open the door and let your flock return. Most chickens will curiously explore the refreshed space and settle in quickly. Take time to observe them: Are they eating and drinking normally? Are they using the nesting boxes? Are there signs of stress, limping, or excessive preening? Use this post-cleaning period to check your chickens’ health and comfort. A clean coop leads to healthier birds, cleaner eggs, and fewer vet bills in the long run. Must Read: How to Get Chickens to Go into the Coop at Night? How to Keep the Coop Clean Longer? Use dropping boards under roosts and clean them daily to reduce buildup. Keep feed and water off the ground using hanging systems or raised platforms. Ensure proper ventilation to keep moisture and ammonia levels down. Inspect for leaks or drafts to avoid damp bedding. Stay consistent—even light daily maintenance helps reduce the need for deep cleans. Conclusion Cleaning and disinfecting your chicken coop is one of the best investments you can make in your flock’s health and happiness. Though it takes effort, a clean coop helps prevent disease, controls odor, and creates a safe environment where your chickens can thrive. By following these ten steps and sticking to a regular cleaning routine, you’ll enjoy a more productive flock and fewer problems down the road. Your chickens give you eggs, compost, and companionship—keeping their home clean is the least we can do in return. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link

[alexha2210]

Cleaning the coop on regular basis is one of the key aspects of maintaining healthy flock. Especially, when you’re adding new chicks to the coop, it is essential to disinfect to avoid the spread of infection and diseases. Cleaning and disinfecting the coop is beyond aesthetics. Overtime, bacteria, viruses and pests build-up in the chicken coop. If left unchecked, it can cause serious health diseases. To avoid ailments among flocks, it is essential that you clean and disinfect the coop at regular intervals. Right technique, proper timing and cleaning supplies are key part to ensure healthy chickens. Start by removing all bedding, scrub surfaces thoroughly, disinfect safely, refresh with clean materials, and inspect for any needed repairs. Use safe disinfectants like white vinegar, hydrogen peroxide, or a diluted bleach solution (1:10 ratio) to eliminate germs without endangering your flock. How Often Should You Clean the Chicken Coop? Ideally, you should clean the coop on a daily, weekly, monthly, and seasonal basis, with each level of cleaning serving a different purpose. From quick daily tasks to deep seasonal disinfecting, maintaining a routine ensures your chickens live in a fresh, disease-free environment. Daily Maintenance Remove droppings from roost bars and replace soiled nesting material to keep the coop fresh. Quick daily checks help prevent buildup and catch problems early. Weekly Cleaning Spot clean heavily used areas, sweep out feathers, and clean feeders and waterers. This weekly habit keeps odors and pests under control. Monthly Clean-Out Remove all bedding, scrub surfaces, and sanitize key areas like nesting boxes and perches. A thorough monthly clean supports long-term flock health. Seasonal Deep Cleaning Every 3–4 months, do a full coop overhaul—scrub, disinfect, and inspect for damage. This deep clean helps prevent disease outbreaks and ensures a safe living space. What Do You Need to Clean and Disinfect the Coop? Before you start cleaning your chicken coop, gather all the essential tools and supplies to make the job easier and more effective. Having everything ready will save time and ensure you can clean thoroughly without missing a step. Basic Cleaning Tools Gloves and a dust mask – Protect yourself from dust, ammonia, and bacteria. Broom and dustpan – For sweeping out feathers, dust, and loose bedding. Scraper or putty knife – To remove dried droppings from roosts and corners. Bucket and scrub brush – For washing floors, walls, and nesting boxes. Hose or pressure sprayer – To rinse off soap and debris (optional but helpful). Cleaning Solutions Mild dish soap – Gentle and effective for removing dirt and grime. White vinegar or apple cider vinegar – Natural cleaners that cut through residue and help neutralize odors. Hot water – Enhances the cleaning power of any natural solution. Disinfectants White vinegar – Safe and natural for routine disinfecting. Hydrogen peroxide – Breaks down safely into water and oxygen. Oxine AH or Rescue – Poultry-safe commercial disinfectants (follow label instructions). Diluted bleach – Use a 1:10 ratio (1 part bleach to 10 parts water) and rinse thoroughly. Optional Add-Ons Diatomaceous earth (food-grade) – Sprinkle around corners and bedding to control mites and lice. Fresh bedding – Replace old material with pine shavings, straw, or hemp. Trash bags or compost bins – For disposing of dirty bedding and manure. With these items on hand, you’ll be fully equipped to clean and disinfect your coop safely and thoroughly. How to Clean and Disinfect the Chicken Coop? Whether you’re doing a quick weekly clean or a seasonal deep scrub, learning how to clean and disinfect your chicken coop properly is essential. Below is a complete step-by-step guide to help you get the job done efficiently and safely. Step 1: Remove the Chickens The first step is to move your chickens out of the coop and into a safe, temporary space. This could be a secure chicken run, a fenced garden area, or a shaded portable pen. Keeping your flock out of the coop during cleaning protects them from dust, moisture, and exposure to disinfectants. Make sure they have access to water, shade, and food while you work. Close the coop door or secure it to ensure they don’t wander back in before it’s safe. Step 2: Take Out Feeders, Waterers, and Accessories Once your chickens are safely out of the way, remove all movable items inside the coop. This includes: Feeders and waterers Grit trays or oyster shell containers Nesting box pads or liners Perches, if removable Toys or enrichment items Set these aside for separate cleaning. Cleaning these items separately helps ensure all surfaces get properly disinfected and reduces the chance of re-contaminating the coop later. Step 3: Remove All Bedding and Waste Now it’s time to roll up your sleeves and dig into the messy part—removing all soiled bedding, manure, feathers, and debris from the coop floor, nesting boxes, and corners. Use tools like: A shovel or pitchfork Dustpan and broom Heavy-duty trash bags or a wheelbarrow Gloves and a dust mask (to avoid ammonia fumes or dust inhalation) If your bedding is compostable (like straw, pine shavings, or hemp), you can transfer it directly to your compost pile. Chicken manure is rich in nitrogen and makes an excellent addition to garden compost after proper aging. Also Read: How to Build Chicken Coop Out of Pallets? Step 4: Sweep and Scrape Surfaces Once all the bulk waste is out, sweep down all surfaces of the coop. Pay special attention to: Walls and ceilings Window sills and ledges Floor corners and under roosts Nesting boxes Use a stiff-bristled broom or brush to remove cobwebs, dust, and small debris. Then, take a putty knife or paint scraper and scrape off any dried-on droppings stuck to perches, walls, and corners. This step helps reduce the presence of mites and other parasites that thrive in undisturbed corners. Step 5: Wash with Soap and Water Now that the coop is free from loose debris, it’s time to wash all the surfaces. Fill a bucket with warm water and add either a few drops of mild dish soap or mix a 50/50 solution of white vinegar and water. Using a scrub brush or sponge, scrub the following areas thoroughly: Floorboards Nesting boxes Roosting bars Inside doors and wall panels If you have access to a hose or pressure sprayer, you can rinse off stubborn dirt more easily. Just avoid soaking wooden structures too heavily, as prolonged moisture can cause wood rot. Check this: How to Get Rid of Rats from a Chicken Coop? Step 6: Disinfect the Coop Once the surfaces are clean, the next step is disinfection. Cleaning removes visible dirt, but disinfecting kills invisible germs, bacteria, viruses, and parasites. Safe Disinfectants for Chicken Coops: White vinegar – Spray generously on all surfaces and let air-dry. Safe and natural. Hydrogen peroxide (3%) – Use directly on surfaces; it breaks down into water and oxygen. Oxine AH (activated with citric acid) – A strong, poultry-safe disinfectant. Follow label instructions. Diluted bleach – Mix 1 part bleach with 10 parts water. Apply, let sit for 10–15 minutes, then rinse thoroughly. Focus especially on: Nesting boxes Roosting bars Corners and crevices Floor seams and joints Allow the disinfectant to sit for the recommended contact time before rinsing (if needed) and letting everything dry completely. Never allow chickens back into the coop while it is still damp or has chemical residue. Step 7: Clean and Disinfect Feeders and Waterers While your coop dries, it’s a great time to clean the feeding and watering equipment. Chickens drink from and eat off these items daily, so it’s critical to keep them sanitary. Steps to Clean Feeders and Waterers: Empty any leftover feed or water. Scrub with hot, soapy water or white vinegar solution. Use a bottle brush to reach inside narrow containers. Rinse thoroughly with clean water. Disinfect using vinegar or diluted bleach if needed. Allow to air-dry before refilling. Keeping these items clean helps prevent mold, algae, and the spread of diseases like coccidiosis and salmonella. Step 8: Replace With Fresh Bedding Once the coop is completely dry and disinfected, it’s time to add fresh bedding. Choose a dry, absorbent material that controls odor and is comfortable for your chickens. Popular bedding options: Pine shavings – Absorbent and affordable, but avoid cedar (toxic fumes). Straw or hay – Good for nesting boxes, though it can mold if wet. Hemp bedding – Low-dust, biodegradable, and long-lasting. Paper-based bedding – Absorbent and easy to compost. Spread a thick layer (about 2–4 inches) over the coop floor and in nesting boxes. If you’re using the deep litter method, start with 4–6 inches and stir it regularly to encourage composting action. Step 9: Apply Natural Pest Deterrents (Optional) To prevent future infestations of mites, lice, or other pests, consider applying natural deterrents before adding your flock back in. Food-grade diatomaceous earth (DE) – Sprinkle a light layer under bedding and in cracks to kill parasites. Herbal blends – Add dried lavender, rosemary, mint, or oregano to nesting boxes for a fresh scent and insect-repelling properties. Wood ash – Some keepers mix this into dust baths or corners as a natural pest repellent. Always apply DE carefully, as the dust can irritate lungs if inhaled by you or the chickens. Check this: How to Make Chicken Coop Smell Better? Step 10: Return the Chickens and Monitor Once the coop is clean, dry, and reset with fresh bedding and gear, open the door and let your flock return. Most chickens will curiously explore the refreshed space and settle in quickly. Take time to observe them: Are they eating and drinking normally? Are they using the nesting boxes? Are there signs of stress, limping, or excessive preening? Use this post-cleaning period to check your chickens’ health and comfort. A clean coop leads to healthier birds, cleaner eggs, and fewer vet bills in the long run. Must Read: How to Get Chickens to Go into the Coop at Night? How to Keep the Coop Clean Longer? Use dropping boards under roosts and clean them daily to reduce buildup. Keep feed and water off the ground using hanging systems or raised platforms. Ensure proper ventilation to keep moisture and ammonia levels down. Inspect for leaks or drafts to avoid damp bedding. Stay consistent—even light daily maintenance helps reduce the need for deep cleans. Conclusion Cleaning and disinfecting your chicken coop is one of the best investments you can make in your flock’s health and happiness. Though it takes effort, a clean coop helps prevent disease, controls odor, and creates a safe environment where your chickens can thrive. By following these ten steps and sticking to a regular cleaning routine, you’ll enjoy a more productive flock and fewer problems down the road. Your chickens give you eggs, compost, and companionship—keeping their home clean is the least we can do in return. Khaja Moinuddin, a computer science graduate, finds joy in gardening and homesteading. Join him on this blog as he shares his experiences in homesteading, gardening, and composting Source link