#steel sponge | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theflowerofthecommonwealth · 11 months

Note

I finally got around to listening to Death shroud and when I heard the first part of Magnolias holotape I was just like ‘ok wait does she have a thing for Nick?’ And then I remembered your Steel Magnolia posts, so I’ve GOT to ask you your thoughts on the matter.

Oooooohhhh myyyyy gooooodnnneessss!!! I almost melted away at the thought of someone thinking of ✨Steel Magnolia✨ while listening to Death Shroud cause I sure was!

If ya have no idea what me or the anon are talking about, here’s some links. 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6:

I also almost melted at the tapes- idk if they had meant to make it sound so flirty or if Maggie is just being Maggie but daaaaaaaaang, she did sound like she had a thing for our favorite RoboDad and he reciprocated those feelings at least somewhat.

At the very least they are really good friends who have been through some stuff together- Mags was willing to admit to him her “crazy” fears about things changing yet everyone saying it was always like that. When she admitted to Nick on the holotape that she was scared and sounded so frightened I swear my heart almost burst out of my chest.

I just wanted to hold her! 🥺💗🥺💗🥺💗

And now that the whole thing has wrapped up and Nick is back 2 years in the past they both remember what was and what is coming so I am willing to bet all my piggy bank money that they will meet up and have long discussions about what the hell just happened. Heck- I wouldn’t be surprise if poor Nick finally breaks down a little taking about it with her because of what he’s been through. Nobody else would really understand or be close enough with Nick for him to open up.

If anything, all Death Shroud did was cement the idea of Nick and Magnolia eventually becoming a power couple further in my own head!!! Again, not sure if that was intentional by the creators but that’s how I feel.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- I don’t normally ship two people together romantically, I am more for platonic and familial relationships hence Jas and Nick as a father-daughter duo and everyone else being a sibling or aunt/uncle. It this ship just feels a bit special!

And thank you @chadfallout76podcast for making and getting everyone together for Death Shroud- it is truly amazing and I don’t think there’s enough thank yous in the world to give you!! 💖💖💖

#Guuuuuyss I’m freaking out over here now that I’ve thought about this more!#I wish we got more interactions with Mags in the game so I could have more to go off.#Oh well. I make do with what I’ve got and it’s a good amount #When Nick first opened the letter in the beginning and found a Magnolia inside I got chills.#I soaked up Magnolias interactions with Nick in Death Shroud like a dried out sponge #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #magnolia fallout 4 #death shroud #fallout original character #fallout oc #steel magnolia #nick valentine x magnolia #death shroud au

20 notes · View notes

theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 11 months

Text

Something tells me it’s not normal to want to use the top of your hand and your fingers as a chew toy

#And I know I know I have chewelry and ideally I should be using it instead of my hands #But chewelry is not connected to my nervous system #I should get one of those circular wire brush sanding things the next time I go to a hardware store… I always rub my thumb on them #or like a steel wool sponge would be good too I think… something metallic and abrasive #to gently scrub my hands and feet with #or crush in my hand so I can feel the spikiness of it #idk I remember freaking my friends out because I’d play with a pair of folding scissors like Seward and his scalpel #by placing the web of skin between my thumb and forefinger between the blades and gently “sawing” it #It was completely absentminded and I wasn’t stressed out… I’d do it in a relaxed state (if there is such a thing with me)#And I accidentally sliced myself between the fingers (and on the tongue) multiple times before but did that stop me? Absolutely fucking not #because I’m an idiot #I never wear shoes when I have to pull weeds out of the lava rocks in front of the house because I like the feeling of being stabbed #I guess #but at the same time walking on smooth powdery cement makes me flinch wince and walk on the sides of my feet????

3 notes · View notes

trooperst-3v3 · 2 years

Text

Saw Hux today in the break room. Showed him a little video I took yesterday of the steel grease vibrating off my hands 'cause it was cool.

He informed me I could have saved myself the trouble if I'd just kept my armor on while I was working, and then given my armor to the laundry droid to clean.

I informed Hux that he'd probably get invited to a lot more parties if he stopped being such a fun sponge and learned to just enjoy things.

#st-3v3 #star wars #sequel trilogy #stormtrooper #general hux #laundry droid #steel grease #fun sponge #break room

17 notes · View notes

iqremix · 1 year

Text

Jojo's bizarre adventure: steel ball run

#jojos bizarre adventure #steel ball run #bob sponge #meme #funny valentine

5 notes · View notes

iyqkltyk54 · 2 months

Text

(iyqkltyk54.tumblr.com) Ashlyn isnt shy about how much shes enjoying herself! CONTINUE...

#Riley Evans is a beautiful bathing blonde in this Pure Mature gallery...you might ask why she needs to sponge herself off in a steel tub lik

0 notes

tatasteelibmd · 6 months

Text

DRI (Sponge Iron) | Metallics | IBMD | Tata Steel

Buy DRI (sponge iron) produced by Tata Steel IBMD, one of the leading suppliers in India. Explore its specifications, applications and benefits.

#sponge iron #sponge iron price #direct reduced iron #tata sponge iron limited #direct reduction iron #benefits of dri #sponge iron suppliers in india #Industrial By-Products Management Division #IBMD Tata Steel #IBMD #best sponge iron suppliers in india

0 notes

steelsponge · 5 months

Text

Pastel goth Dante, as inspired by @notsoblackandwhite101's grid aesthetic Drawcember. I won't cover everything, but I thought I'd add my own little contributions to these.

#101 dalmation street #101 dalmatian street #dante dalmatian #pastel goth #grid aesthetic #ink drawing #drawcember #steel sponge

46 notes · View notes

aarshnikimpex · 1 year

Text

BLUE COLOURED MANGO PUNCHING COLANDER

HMSTEELS-AARSHNIK as a leading manufacturer & exporter of Petware, Kitchenware, Barware, Gardening Tools, Furniture, Motorcycle Carriers, AMMO BOX, and Metal Fabricated Products for the last 17 years. We are socially compliant with BSCI; SEDEX/SMETA; SCS; FCCA & ISO 9001:2015.

#steel #stainlesssteel #fabrication #colander #kitchenware #kitchen #kitchentools #kitchenutensil #strainer #utensils #householditems #sponge #dmbowl #bowl #kitchenwarehouse #kitchenwareproducts #kitchenware_homeware #housewares

1 note · View note

boyfeminism · 1 year

Text

i am a worm in an apple

#speaking #steel wool sponge. snail. baseball. croissant.#wet dog fur.#while trying to assign objects to my emotions i almost said an empty stomach #but that is likely bc i forgot to eat dinner and so is i guess the most accurate one?#bc its likely the root of the scribbley emotion

0 notes

tgonzalez32 · 2 years

Text

My problem is I want to have the enthusiasm and joy of the rainbow sponge lady, but instead I’m more Ouiser from Steel Magnolias.

“I am pleasant! Damnit!”

#conflicted #conflicting goals #ouiser #steel magnolias #Dee #rainbow sponge

1 note · View note

alessiasfreckles · 2 months

Text

amnesia - part 5 (ona batlle x reader, alexia putellas x reader, ona batlle x alexia putellas)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

warnings: none

a/n: this is my favourite chapter so far!! twice as long as the other parts, hope y'all enjoy (also thank you to @codiemarin for plot help!!)

---------

You steeled yourself, leaning on your crutches, and rang the doorbell. Ona had suggested that she come to your place, so that you wouldn’t have to move too much, but you felt cooped up and restless, so you asked if you could meet at hers. Besides, you figured it probably made sense to go somewhere that you seemed to have spent a lot of time before the accident - even if you were apprehensive about seeing Ona.

When she opened the door, you were immediately struck by how exhausted she looked. As beautiful as ever, of course, but there were dark bags under her eyes, and they looked puffy, like she’d been crying.

“Hi!” she said, trying to keep her voice upbeat. “Was your journey okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Ale drove me,” you gestured to the car, where Alexia had been waiting to make sure you got inside okay. You knew that if you asked, she would have come inside with you, but you felt like this should be between you and Ona.

“Oh, good,” Ona waved to Alexia, who waved back before driving off. “You want to come inside?”

Nodding, you followed her through the door of her apartment building. The ride in the elevator was quiet, but as the bell dinged and you reached Ona’s floor, a memory appeared in your mind, of you and Ona. You were furiously making out in the elevator, hands desperately trying to touch anywhere they could on each other’s bodies, only breaking apart when the doors opened so that the brunette could take your hand and drag you into her apartment.

The mental image made you blush, and you felt that same urge to kiss Ona that you had in your apartment, just a couple days ago. You pushed it down, trying your best to ignore it, curious to see what her place looked like.

“Oh,” you said, walking into her apartment.

So, this was what home felt like. There was no other way to describe it. It was like every atom in your body heaved a deep sigh of relief, and you felt instantly as peace.

“Hm?” she gave you a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.

“Nothing, it- it just feels like home,” you explained.

As you followed Ona into her living room, your knees almost buckled underneath you as you were hit by waves and waves of memories. Countless nights spent cuddled up on the sofa, watching TV, playing games. Your arms wrapped around Ona’s waist as she cooked, placing soft kisses against the nape of her neck. Dancing to music in the kitchen, loudly singing along, bursting into giggles.

Your first kiss happened here. On the sofa, you’d been talking, flirting, drinking a little, when you leant over and kissed her.

“Are you okay? Here, sit down,” Ona asked, a concerned look on her face. She guided you to the sofa, one hand on your arm and the other on the small of your back, and you sat down with a soft thump. “Let me get you some water.”

Placing the glass on the table, she carefully sat down next to you. She watched your eyes rake over every inch of the apartment, waiting to see any signs of recognition.

“Do you remember anything new?”

“Yeah, I remember- so much,” you said, your voice thick. The onslaught of memories was making you choke up, your emotions soaking them up like a sponge. “I remember our first kiss, I remember dancing with you, I remember telling you I love you, I remember you trying to teach me how to cook your grandma’s recipe, I remember so many things.”

Ona’s eyes were wide and brimming with tears. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up, she had tried to prepare herself for you not to remember anything new, for you not to remember any of your relationship. She had been so focused on not letting herself even imagine the possibility of you remembering anything. And yet, here you were.

“You- you do?” she asked, her voice trembling.

You nodded, and wordlessly, Ona hugged you tightly, her arms wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel her body shaking, and when you wrapped your own arms around her, pulling her closer against you, it was like a wall in your mind was broken down. Feelings of love, comfort, and relief flooded through your body, and as she felt you pulling her closer, Ona’s body sagged against yours.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and even though you couldn’t see her face, you knew she was crying. “I’m so, so sorry. I never should have lied to you. I’m so sorry, I was so scared, but I shouldn’t have lied.”

“It’s okay,” you murmured, rubbing her back with one hand. “It’s okay.”

And it was. You were still upset about the lying, but you understood why she did it. More importantly, you knew that she loved you, and that you loved her. You had never been more sure of anything in your life - even without your memories, even if you still didn’t fully know who you were, you knew that you loved Ona, and nothing would change that.

“No more lying, I promise. No more secrets,” Ona said as she pulled back from the hug, wiping her damp eyes.

“That sounds good to me,” you smiled. Except… “There’s something I should tell you. Ale said, um, that she likes me. Romantically, I mean. She didn’t want to lie to me. But we said that everything will stay the same. I just thought you should know, since we’re being honest, and all.”

“Oh,” the brunette frowned. Her stomach was in knots, but she wasn’t sure why. She could recognise the feeling of jealousy, a voice in the back of her mind screaming ‘Mine!’, and surely it was you the voice meant. That would make sense. She was jealous that Alexia liked you, because you were hers, not Alexia’s. Right?

“Is that okay?” you asked gently, smoothing out the line between her eyebrows with your thumb. You weren’t sure why, it just felt like the right thing to do.

She smiled at you, leaning into your touch. “Yes. You always used to do that, you know? When I was worried, or upset. I wouldn’t even know I was frowning sometimes until you did that.”

“Really?”

“Mh-hm. You’re a very touchy person - you always want to have your hands on me, or be touching,” Ona said, nodding down to where your leg was pressed flush against hers, your other hand on her knee.

“Oh, sorry,” you quickly moved your hand, cheeks burning, but she caught it and put it back.

“No, I like it.”

You spent the next few hours talking about everything and anything, your relationship, your friendship, training. When your phone rang it made you jump, pulling you out of the conversation with a jolt.

“Oh, it’s Ale,” you said, looking down at your phone. “I told her I would message her when we were down so she could pick me up. I didn’t realise so much time had gone by!”

Ona’s face hardened slightly at the mention of the blonde, just for a second, before relaxing again. She watched you talk on the phone, telling Alexia you’d be right down before hanging up.

“I’ll walk you down,” she said, helping you up off the sofa. As the two of you walked, her hand was comfortably on your waist, like it belonged there. In the elevator, you thought about what you’d remembered on the way up, and blushed again.

“Will you kiss me?” you asked. “It’s okay if you don’t want to yet, I just-”

“No, I want to!” Ona quickly interrupted you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, and she smiled with relief before leaning in. Her lips were soft against yours, and the kiss was over before it had even started, Ona worried about pushing you too far. You couldn’t help but smile as she pulled away, your body finally feeling somewhat at peace.

As the two of you walked to the front door, you could see Alexia waiting in her car outside. She waved to you, and as you started to leave, Ona grabbed your arm.

“Wait,” she said, and pulled you into another kiss. This one was harsher than the first one, more desperate, but over just as soon. “Okay, now you can go.”

“I take it the two of you made up?” Alexia asked dryly as she helped you into the car.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you blushed, realising she’d seen the whole thing. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise,” she said, a wry smile on her face. “I dealt with it before and I can deal with it now. I’m a big girl, it is okay.”

You nodded, but still felt bad. Something about your guilty conscience was off, though. It didn’t seem like it was just because Alexia had seen you and Ona, it felt like there was more to it than that.

When Ona arrived at training the next day, she was riled up. She had spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about what you’d told her about Alexia’s feelings, and had decided she was going to confront the captain. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure what she was confronting her about - it wasn’t like she could ban Alexia from having feelings for you, but she figured that she could decide exactly what to say once she was there.

The door to the changing room flung open, and Alexia looked up in surprise. She was always at the training grounds early, and it would be at least another 30 minutes before her teammates started to arrive. Ona stormed into the room, the door closing with a loud bang behind her.

“We need to talk,” she said, folding her arms and looking down at the captain, who was sat on the bench.

“Okay,” Alexia said. “Go ahead.”

“You have feelings for Y/N?”

Alexia nodded calmly. She thought it might be about that. “She told you?”

“Si,” Ona nodded curtly. “Why did you never tell me? How long have you had feelings?”

The blonde shrugged. “Why would I tell you? I didn’t want to get in the way. It started after she came here, I suppose.”

“Why? Why her?”

“What do you mean, why her? For the same reasons you love her, most likely.”

“No, but,” Ona huffed impatiently. “I just-”

“What is this really about?” Alexia asked, standing up. Ona suddenly felt very small as the captain stood, looking down at her.

“This is about your feelings!” Ona said, trying to stand her ground.

“But my feelings should not be a problem for you?” the blonde countered, one eyebrow raised.

“Well, they are, okay? They’re a problem because it’s making things confusing!”

“Oh? What things are my feelings making confusing?”

“Well, I- You-,” Ona stammered.

“Maybe it’s you whose feelings are confused,” Alexia said, her tone light, almost teasing, and Ona blushed.

“What? No, my feelings aren’t confused. Or, well, maybe they are, but it’s your fault, and-”

“Why are your feelings confused? Why is it my fault?”

Ona bristled, getting riled up again at the casual tone the captain was using. “It’s your fault because… because…”

“Because?”

“Because you used to feel that way about me! You used to look at me the way you look at her now, you used to look after me and take care of me and want to spend time with me!”

Ona’s mouth was open as she realised what she’d said, her eyes wide.

“Oni, I-” Alexia started to talk when the younger player interrupted her, realising that if she’d said all that she might as well keep going.

“It’s not fair! I want you to feel that way about me again!”

Alexia sighed, her heart hurting for Ona. “Oni, I do still feel that way about you. I care about you both, so, so deeply.”

“You do?” the brunette’s voice was small, her brows furrowed.

“Yes, I-”

Alexia was cut off by Ona reaching up and pulling her into a bruising kiss. She couldn’t help but wrap an arm around Ona’s waist, her other hand gently cradling her cheek. She had wanted to do this for so long.

A door opened somewhere with a bang, the sound echoing through the mostly empty training facility, and the two broke apart with a jump.

“Fuck,” Ona whispered. “What are we going to tell Y/N?”

#hannah writes fics #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle fanfic #ona batlle imagine #alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas fanfic #ona batlle x alexia putellas #alexia putellas x ona batlle #woso fanfic #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine

466 notes · View notes

cookwaresets-blog · 2 years

Text

Natural and ecological remedies for cleaning pots

Whether it was a big lunch or a big dinner, then after always comes in the form of a stack of pots and pans to wash. The richer and tastier the banquet then, the more the difficulty increases.

To simplify things, we at Aeternum have identified some effective and ancient tricks for cleaning your 18/10 stainless steel cookware, with zero impact on the environment and at a very low cost.

Some ingredients, often inevitable in our kitchens, prove to be great allies for scraping, cleaning, polishing, and cleaning.

Let's find out which ones and how to use them.

Baking soda is effective for almost all types of pots and pans, from steel to non-stick, and, depending on the fouling, it can have different applications. In the case of a pot with large burn spots on the bottom, for example, it is advisable to boil water and a couple of teaspoons of baking soda for about ten minutes. When the water has cooled, it will be possible to remove the encrustation with the help of a soft sponge, in order not to damage the materials from which the pots and pans are made, especially if they are non-stick materials.

The vinegar is effective both for eliminating encrustations and for degreasing and eliminating bad smells. For the most stubborn dirt, it is recommended to boil two fingers of vinegar in the pot concerned or to soak it in a solution of hot water and vinegar for at least 30 minutes.

For pans and saucepans to be degreased, or to eliminate bad smells, the vinegar can be poured directly onto a soft sponge and used for cleaning, alone or together with a common dish detergent.

The lemon, on the other hand, is an inevitable ally in the fight against limestone; it is very simple to use with immediate results and with little effort.

To eliminate limescale stains on pots and pans it will be necessary to squeeze the juice of a lemon in a basin of hot water, immerse the product in question and use one half of the lemon already squeezed as a sponge.

Once the stains have been removed, all that remains is to rinse the pot under lukewarm running water and dry them with a microfibre cloth.

Another effective remedy is coffee, a natural descale, and excellent even on deeper encrustations. The coffee grounds can be applied directly into pots and pans with a sponge or combined with dish detergent, its slightly abrasive power will be able to eliminate all traces of dirt, limescale, or bad smells.

#saucepans #pans #sponge #stainless steel cookware #non-stick materials

1 note · View note

growth-crazy-girl · 3 months

Text

Extreme Slime Expansion

Warning: Extreme Rapid Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario 😜

Ok I normally don’t do long form writing, but I wanted to put this somewhere lol. One of my biggest fantasies is myself being a slime girl with the ability to pump up humans with my slime. I’m not into NC so only if willing, but I’d wanna pump up a skinny girl hundreds and hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes, and then some 🤤

I’d start by thickening her up all around, watching her skinny thighs fill out, her rear showing more definition, her breasts slowly becoming fuller and rounder, the rest of her body developing a layer of supple fat. My slime works as a biological imitator, so my cells instantly mutate to whatever host cells I want to replicate. In other words, her body is genuinely gaining all of this weight, and I can mold her in any way I want

First I’d concentrate my slime straight to her lower half. Rapidly her hips widen, her thighs thicken, her cheeks swell with pounds and pounds of fat and flesh, and her skin keeps up the pace, the volume and surface area of her ass increase exponentially. I push her up against the mirror so she can see how bottom heavy she’s becoming, going from “thick” to “bbw pear” to “cartoon mom” and beyond, dense fat packed into her hips and thighs and enormous cheeks

Next I’d focus on her belly, slime pumping into her pound after pound until her gut sprawls out before her, love handles turning into dense fat rolls, belly button swelling up on all sides and getting deep. I grab her hanging belly as it sags lower and jiggle it around. Still though it’s stuffed so full of fat and adipose that it extends out straight in front of her, and she moans feeling the vibrations jiggle through hundreds of pounds of new tissue across her body

Suddenly her boobs explode outward in size as I finally concentrate my full power on them, surging with glutted fat and newfound breast tissue. Rivers of slime can be heard forcibly gushing their way into the now ocean of titmeat. Of course I have to force a ton of slime into her nipples as well, swelling them up huge and hard, the size of an average girl’s dildo. Each boob rolls to the side of her gut, still riding as firm on her chest as possible at this size

As she blows through the entire alphabet of bra sizes and into the unknown, I can’t help but squeeze a few dozen collective pounds into fattening her fupa and entire vulva, giving her a wobbling, gravid pussy bigger than her head, and a clit bigger than a soup bowl

She must be, what, 600-700 pounds now? I can only imagine the mixture of fear and excitement she’d be feeling, knowing she let me make her as big as I wanted. Surely we must be done right? She can’t even see the mirror anymore! Little does she know we’re just getting started…

I broadened my slime flow to the rest of her body and begin pumping. Her only request was to maintain some semblance of mobility, and I planned to happily oblige.

Too much weight to carry? Slime poured into her muscles to beef them up, and she modifies her stance to accommodate the enormous amount of new muscle needed to keep her mountainous ass cheeks lofty and firm, to keep her legs from buckling under the sheer weight. Not enough structural integrity? Slime reinforces her bones, strengthens her joints and ligaments, adding even more fat and skin in the right places to maintain balance. Heart going to stop from pure insane obesity? The chambers of her heart suck up my slime like a sponge, becoming like biological steel. I’ll shape and mold her body in any way necessary to maintain every bodily function, maintain some human resemblance…. All so she can take more.

More fat. More slime. MORE.

I finally realize that she’s going to need more height and a larger frame overall or else the laws of physics will catch up with us, and so the massive pile of woman begins growing up as well as out in every direction.

Awww but now she’s not visibly getting much bigger! 20 pounds a second looks like nothing on her, and that’s no fun 😏 So I take a deep breath, enter her every remaining orifice, and make one final push

*GLUUUUUURGLRGLRGLRGLRG*

Her body sounds like a fire hydrant in reverse as hundreds of gallons of slime force there way into her mountainous form, instantly turning into flesh and bone and fat. Soooo much fat.

Finally I stop when I hit that magical number- 2000lbs. I can’t wait to tease her, “you literally weigh a ton, you’re literally as big as an elephant, it might take some getting used to, but you can walk waddle short distances!”

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. This gigantic blob of a once skinny woman had me drooling over her every roll and curve. I was particularly proud of her gargantuan ass cheeks that were each the size of a refrigerator, and yet miraculously didn’t touch the ground, instead perpetually wobbling and jiggling acting as a counterweight to the insane amount of flesh forced into her boobs, belly, and pussy.

“MMMMMMMMMM” I heard her moan as she tried to lean forward to rest on her boulder of a belly, “I’m soooooo hungryyyyyy”

I stood behind her, admiring that I could now see her enormous blubbery vulva, glistening and dripping as a testament to how horny and sensitive I’d made her

“Me too babe, me too 🥵🤤😋”

***Dont expect long form written content or stories from me like this in the future, this is a super rare occurrence 😜😜😜

#extreme weight gain #extreme obesity #slime girl #slime expansion #expansion #breast expansion #growth kink #gigantic breasts #butt expansion #massive ass #belly growth #instant weight gain #immobile #long form content #weight gain story

222 notes · View notes