#best grooming clipper

[petsgroominghub]

How do I choose dog grooming clippers?

Your Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Right Dog Grooming Clippers

Grooming your furry friend is an essential part of pet care, and choosing the right dog grooming clippers is crucial to ensure a safe and comfortable experience for both you and your canine companion.

With the plethora of options available in the market, it can be overwhelming to make the right choice. But fear not, because at Pets Grooming Hub, we're here to guide you through the process of selecting the perfect dog grooming clippers that meet your specific needs.

Why Proper Grooming Matters

Before we delve into the intricacies of choosing the ideal dog grooming clippers, let's understand why grooming your dog is so important.

1. Hygiene and Health

Regular grooming helps maintain your dog's overall hygiene. It prevents matting of fur, reduces the risk of skin infections, and ensures that your furry friend stays healthy.

2. Comfort and Well-being

Proper grooming ensures that your dog is comfortable. Overgrown fur can be itchy and uncomfortable, and regular grooming keeps your pet happy.

3. Bonding Time

Grooming is an excellent opportunity to bond with your dog. It's a time when you can show your love and care, strengthening the bond between you and your pet.

Factors to Consider When Choosing Dog Grooming Clippers

Now that we understand why grooming is important let's explore the factors you should consider when selecting the right clippers for your dog.

1. Your Dog's Coat Type

Different breeds have varying coat types, from short and smooth to long and curly. Ensure the clippers you choose are suitable for your dog's specific coat.

2. Corded vs. Cordless Clippers

Corded clippers provide consistent power, but cordless clippers offer more flexibility and ease of movement. Consider your grooming needs and environment when deciding.

3. Blade Material

The blade material affects the sharpness and durability of the clippers. Stainless steel blades are a popular choice for their sharpness and resistance to rust.

4. Noise and Vibration

Dogs can be sensitive to noise and vibration. Look for clippers that are quieter and produce minimal vibration to keep your pet at ease during grooming.

5. Ergonomics and Grip

Consider the ergonomics of the clippers. A comfortable grip and lightweight design will make the grooming process easier on your hand and wrist.

How to Choose the Right Dog Grooming Clippers

Now that we've covered the key factors, let's go through the step-by-step process of selecting the perfect clippers for your furry friend.

1. Assess Your Dog's Coat

Start by understanding your dog's coat type and thickness. This will help you determine the appropriate blade type and motor power required.

2. Consider Your Budget

Dog grooming clippers come in a wide price range. Set a budget that suits your needs and look for clippers that offer the best features within your budget.

3. Read Reviews and Seek Recommendations

Take advantage of online reviews and recommendations from other pet owners. Real-life experiences can provide valuable insights.

4. Check for Safety Features

Ensure the clippers you choose have safety features such as blade guards and anti-pinch mechanisms to prevent accidents.

5. Test for Comfort

If possible, try holding and operating the clippers before making a purchase. Comfort is essential for a smooth grooming experience.

Conclusion

Selecting the right dog grooming clippers is a significant decision for every pet owner. It impacts your dog's comfort, health, and overall well-being. By considering factors such as your dog's coat type, budget, and safety features, you can make an informed choice.

At Pets Grooming Hub, we are dedicated to providing you with the information you need to make the best decisions for your beloved pet. With the right clippers and proper grooming techniques, you can ensure that your furry friend stays healthy, happy, and looking their best.

[storeshopping]

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[reviewgeny]

✅ Best Dog Grooming Clippers on Amazon ➡️ Top 5 Tested & Buying Guide

Product Description: 1.Wahl Lithium-Ion Pro Series Pet Clipper Kit Equipped with a rechargeable lithium ion battery, the Wahl Deluxe dog clippers feature a two-hour runtime, which should be sufficient for novice dog grooming practice.

2.Highdas Dog Grooming Kit Clippers. They include a relatively quiet motor to help keep your dog comfortable while you groom it, titanium, adjustable blades, and are easy to grip.

3.AIBORS Dog Clippers The adjustable blade cutter head guarantees the perfect length every time, while the accompanying comb blades and oil help keep the clippers in pristine condition.

4.Oster Clipmaster A6 Detachable Cryogen-X. The presence of a powerful engine in this grooming clipper makes it an excellent choice for dogs with thick coats or large canines.

5.Oneisall Cordless Dog Grooming Kit. This cordless dog clipper has a run time of up to one hour and fifty minutes on a single battery. It comes with a cord that you can use if you need to use it before it has had a chance to charge.

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[octuscle]

Senior year

Hey there!

I’m a Brown guy in my senior year. I go to the gym semi-regularly but am still skinny-fat. I was wondering if you could turn me into a hunk- and a bonus if my twunk bestfriend gets on his knees for me this winter break.

Buddy, maybe you’re just at the wrong gym. Working out with all your snobby Ivy League friends isn’t going to make you one of the big boys.

That new gym you googled is far from even remotely hip or stylish. An unadorned box in an industrial estate. There are mostly pick-ups and vans parked in front of the building. Your Porsche looks a little out of place. Even in the entrance area, it smells of iron, testosterone and sweat. The Neanderthal at the counter takes your details. Surprisingly, all on a tablet. You would have expected everything here to still work on paper. Your login details are your thumbprint and an iris scan. You are impressed. The Neanderthal welcomes you to the club, gives you a fist bump and returns to his cell phone. You’re still wondering whether you should ask him about the house rules or for instructions on the equipment… But you just take a deep breath, go through the security gate and dive into the world of the big boys.

The first few days of training were difficult. There are basically only free weights. And the smallest weights tend to be at the upper limit of what you were moving in your old gym. You never see a trainer or anything that you can ask for advice. And the sweat-smelling musclemen around you only seem to be able to moan and grunt. Nobody talks here.

Shit, somehow you were hoping that this would all work within seconds. Poof! Muscle man! But that didn’t work, you’re still a weakling… Everyone else here is so big… You tried your best to fit in. You cut your own hair with long hair clippers. But you no longer shave your body hair. And your beard maybe every four to ten days. It just takes up unnecessary time. Just like thinking too much about clothes. You wear compression shorts to the gym like everyone else here, and sweatshorts over them. And a tank top on top. Or a T-shirt. As long as it’s sleeveless. Shoulders and armpits must be exposed. Because of the freedom of movement. And because the musky smell from your armpits is pure motivation to sweat even more. Outside the gym, you then wear a tracksuit over your gym clothes. Showering and changing is silly. You train for two to three hours each morning and evening. And if your job as a courier driver allows it, even during your lunch break. One of your bros got you the job. He also got you a good price for your Porsche. The Dodge RAM suits you much better.

Shit, you know the guy who’s making the delivery you have to make from somewhere. The name means something to you. You ring the bell. “Fourth floor left” comes out of the intercom. Damn, of course the elevator doesn’t work. You’re not the cardio type, you start to sweat. There’s a young, student-looking guy standing in the doorway. Over-groomed. Not badly built, but could do with a few more muscles. He looks at you almost lustfully. You grin and say that you have at least one delivery for him.

Hehehe, this isn’t the first time someone has sucked your cheesy boner. But this twunk is one of the better ones. He reminds you of someone. But it must have been a long time ago.

Pic found @stargazerguy​

[vecnuthy]

Eddie and Steve kept catching the other's eye every time Dio, their grey and white cat, kept flopping down with a world-weary sigh that, this time, wasn't due to Eddie being annoying showing affection. The poor thing had formed a habit of seeking out the cool floor vents or worming his way into fridge when it was open, but that behavior never seemed too out of character, considering how his fluffy butt would shoot outside and completely starfish-jump into a fresh mound of snow if given the opportunity. And he was always given a lot.

On a leash, of course.

The first time that had happened, Steve and Eddie doubled over in laughter, hands slapping at arms until the "Did you see that?!" of the moment turned into "Can you see him?!" and they both frantically started digging for him. The snow-chilled but panic-warmed reunion yielded a very unamused Dio held tight against Steve's chest (with a hyperbolic "He's frozen solid!") as Eddie's forehead pressed between Dio's snow-dusted ears with a vow of "Never again" spilled from his chapped lips.

But that was January of last year, and it was now July of this year, and — look. The decision was that the cat needed his fur trimmed past just the regularly-scheduled maintenance of the very necessary Butt Trim. It was the peak of summer, and Dio was obviously uncomfortable in his long fur that was thicker than Eddie's skull, the latter of which was unfortunately to blame for the current situation:

Little Dio, Baby D, Dionysus, Rice-a-Ronnie fighting for his hairy little life on the top of the dryer, wiggling like an eel half out of Eddie's hold, claws raking through fur clippings and skidding against its absolutely gripless surface. The clippers buzzed menacingly from the floor after falling off the dryer.

Eddie tried his best to talk the cat down, cooing little things like "You're gonna look so handsome, Steve's gonna be so impressed. You're gonna be such a cool cat," but Dio the Diabolical didn't want any part of that.

Butt trim? No problem. Starting there probably would have been the better idea, but Eddie — alone, forsaken, and abandoned, thanks to Steve getting called in to work on his off day — had started working at the other end and soon found that the job couldn't be carried out with just one set of hands, committed though they were.

After a well-fought struggle, Eddie finally let Dio go with permission to "be free and angry — for now," and turned the clippers off, but he was not prepared for the sight that fully registered when he found Dio sitting on a stool next to the counter.

After an appropriate gasp, Eddie muttered, "Ohhh my god. Diogenes, what have I done?" from behind his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.

Dio ignored him, fully in ice-out mode as he groomed his face. He didn't even flinch as Eddie snapped a picture on his phone, but didn't take too kindly to the tone of Eddie's "Why are you so tiny?!" so he hopped down and found another spot in a different room.

Eddie texted the following to Steve:

I made a mistake he won't let me clip anymore. Will I be arrested.

Not even ten seconds later, Eddie received a video call from Robin Buckley, who was absolutely howling in laughter, featuring a horrified Steve in the background, unable to tear his eyes away from his phone.

The rest of the fur trim may or may not have happened until a few days later because the sight was just so ridiculously fascinating (and Robin had insisted on experiencing its full glory in person). His fuzzy boots and a fluffy tuft at the end of his tail remained, though.

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakashi’s ninken, gathered in the kitchen*

Pakkun: Okay now remember, we do our best and try to scare the piss out of him, right?

Bull: He thinks we’re still gone, so us jumping out of the cabinets at him will turn his hair even whiter!

Biscuit: Roger! Serves him right for “forgetting” to let us in before it started raining last week!

Uhei: Shhh — places everyone! I can smell him coming!

*all of the dogs scramble to hide in the cabinets or under the counter*

Shiba, whispering: Wait … *sniffs* he’s not alone …

Urushi, also whispering: Damn … it’s that man in the green jumpsuit. The annoying one.

Pakkun: Gai? 

Akino: Remember when he made us run up that mountain with him?

Guruko: And had us take turns jumping on his back while he did push-ups?

Pakkun: We might have to try this another time. We need to get out of here before they come in.

Biscuit: Why??

Pakkun: Because Gai has an unusually developed sense of smell. He’ll know we’re here and —

Gai, loudly, in the living room: ‘Kashi? Are the pups here? *sniffs* Smells like they are …

Kakashi: They’re away right now. It’s just your imagination.

Gai: That’s too bad … I bought some new pet grooming clippers that I wanted to try out on them. I thought it would be cute to give them all haircuts that match mine!

The ninken:

Gai: But I guess it’ll have to wait until next time. I’m starved; you got any snacks in the kitchen? I —

*loud crashes and shuffling is heard as the dogs all leave their hiding spots and race out the back door*

Kakashi, smiling: Thanks, Gai. I knew those little gremlins were going to try to scare me soon. 

Gai, kissing him: Any time, rival.

[yelenasdiary]

hello :D can i request kate bishop x vet!reader where kate always bring lucky to the clinic for "check ups" but she really wants to ask r out?? thank you! <33

Lucky's Check-Ups

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Vet! Reader 

Summary: Any excuse to bring Lucky in for a check-up is a good excuse in Kate’s eyes.

Fluff | 1.6K | No Warnings |  

AC: I love, love, LOVE this idea!! This is by far my favourite works I’ve done for Kate. I hope you enjoy it!! 

Walking into the waiting room a smile instantly took over your lips as you saw your regular client, Lucky, waiting for his monthly check up. He wagged his tail excitingly as you approached him and his owner, Kate. “How’s the Lucky boy today?” you greeted you gently patted the golden boy. “He’s good, we’re just here for his cheek ups and nail trimming as usual” Kate smiled as she held tightly onto his lead. “Just give me a second, I’ll grab his file and we can get started” you gave Kate a soft smile before making your way behind the reception to the filing cabinet. 

“Okay boy, this is it! This is the day, I’m gonna do!” Kate whispered to Lucky who tilted his head at her words, “I know I say this every time, but I mean it this time” she adds as if Lucky truly understands her words. “Just do what you do best, be a cutie” she scratched behind his ear before you returned. 

“Come this way” you smiled once more before leading the two down the small hall into an examining room, closing the door gently after them. Kate sat on the provided chair with Lucky sitting at her feet while you glanced at his file. “So, I hope we stopped giving him full serves of pizza?” you cocked a playful brow at Kate. She shyly smiled, “of course, he’s down to 3, 4 if he’s super hungry” she chuckled. You playfully shook your head, chuckling with her. “I’d like to hear that he’s at none but that’s improvement” you dotted down in your notes. 

“We’re trying but pizza is just so good! Isn’t that right lucky!” 

Lucky barked in response. 

“Oh, is that right Lucky?” you cocked your brow at him with a smile, “is there anything you’re concerned about? He’s taking his monthly worming tablets and he’s up to date with his vacations” you looked down at your notes once again. 

“He has an itch but I’m sure it’s not fleas. We keep up with his grooming regularly” 

“Mmm” you hummed before putting his file on the countertop then kneeling to Lucky’s level to give his coat a look over. “How often do you bathe him?” you asked. 

“Once a week” 

“You should only bathe him once every four weeks unless he’s really in need for a bath” you explained with a friendly smile. “Noted” Kate returned the smile, “he’ll like that, he hates bath time” she chuckled. You looked up at her while patting Lucky softly, “I’m sure he does” you said. “Now, let’s have a look at those teeth of yours” you looked to Lucky before gently lifting his lips to check his teeth. 

“Everything is perfect as should be, keep giving him his daily dental chew” you smiled once again before washing your hands in the skin, “now, let’s clip those nails, shall we?”

Lucky wagged his tail causing you to chuckle, “I’ve never known a dog to be excited to have their nails clipped” you commented, grabbing the nail clippers from the drawer. Kate watched in awe as you placed Lucky onto the bench, he instantly laid on his back expecting a belly rub, “after your nails cutie” you cooed at him before clipping his nails with care. 

Kate smiled softly at how gentle and caring you were with Lucky, “he’s such a good boy! You’ve trained him well” you spoke as you continued to clip his nails. “Oh, I found him like that” Kate replied as she brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“And we’re done! You’re a very good boy Lucky, let me get you a treat” you grabbed the treat jar and gave him a beefy treat and one for his travels. “Don’t tell the boss I gave you two” you winked at him before allowing him off the bench. 

“Thank you so much!” Kate smiled. 

“It’s what I’m here for” you washed your hands once more, “is there anything else I can do for you today? We can book Lucky in for a reclip in a couple of weeks at the reception before you go” 

“Actually” Kate paused as she stood up, “there is one thing” she smiled, her cheeks flustered in red as she brushed down her coat from Lucky’s fur. Lucky looked between the two of you still wagging his tail, “What’s that?” you asked kindly with a smile. Kate froze, Lucky wiggled move closer to her feet, “S-sorry, it must have slipped my mind” her eyes dropped to Lucky, “thank you for today! We’ll be back in a few weeks for his nails again” Kate smiled before quickly hurrying out of the room leaving you slightly confused. 

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Only a couple of days later did you walk out to the waiting room to see Lucky and Kate again. “Is everything okay?” you asked Kate. “I hope so, uhm, there’s this thing I noticed on Lucky’s leg, and I just wanted to see if you could have a look at it for me? If you have time” Kate replied as her eyes circled the busy room. “Sure, let’s have a look, which leg?” you kneeled down to Lucky, patting him gently as Kate pointed to his front right leg. 

“It’s like a mole or something” Kate added as you moved around Lucky’s fur, you smiled softly when you found what she was talking about, “nothing to worry about, it’s just a skin tag. He’s fine” you stood back up, brushing fur off your knees. “Oh” Kate chuckled, “now I feel stupid for wasting your time” she added. “Don’t be, you have every right to be worried if you think something isn’t right. No question is a stupid question in here” you smiled. 

Kate’s eyes dropped to Lucky once again, leaving you concerned even more. “Kate, is there something else? You seem worried or concerned” you spoke as you took the open seat beside her, “Lucky is in perfect health” you added for comfort. 

“Oh, I know, I just” she paused for a moment, gripping Lucky’s lead tightly, “I worry about him, he’s family” she added. Gently you placed your hand on top of hers and look into her eyes, “Kate, he’s very lucky to have you as his owner. I can assure you that he is healthy and living his best life. You have nothing to worry about yet, he’s still very young” you smiled softly when nodded at your words, “thank you! And again, I am so sorry for wasting your time” she spoke quickly, rushing to stand to her feet. “You didn’t waste my time, Kate, it’s okay” you replied. Before you knew it Kate and Lucky were out the door in a rush, you brushed it off and moved onto the next client. 

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“Don’t look at me like that, I freaked out! Their hand was touching mine!” Kate looked at Lucky as she sat down on the nearest bench, “Got anything else you need checked over?” she cocked a brow at the pup who only wagged his tail at her words. “Anything would help” she adds but no reply from Lucky just a lick of his lips and a wag of his tail. 

The next day you were working the reception desk while your co-worker took lunch, you greet everybody with a smile and filled out their forms and requests. You weren’t paying much attention to the desk as you looked at the computer screen to make sure all bookings were correct, “just a second” you spoke, eyes never leaving the screen. 

“It’s okay, take your time” the familiar voice caught your attention, you looked up from the screen and smiled, “Kate, what can we do for Lucky today?” 

“Actually, I’m n-not here for Lucky today” Kate spoke nervously, Lucky’s lead in her tight grip. “Oh okay, is everything okay?” you asked, your brows turning into a worried frown. 

“Would you” Kate paused when she looked into your eyes, “I’m sorry…you…you make me nervous” she admits to your surprise. “I do?” you asked. “You do and I like it…I mean, it’s sometimes hard to talk to you because you’re just so chill and beautiful and sometimes I don’t know what to say because I’m scared I’m going to say something stupid and yesterday I just made the exc- “ 

“Kate, slow down. Take deep breath, I can barely understand you” you kindly stopped her from talking a million miles per minute. She took a deep breath and exhaled, “w-would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” she froze as the words left her lips. At first you were a little taken back but then it slowly made sense, the words you couldn’t quite understand. 

“Sure” you smiled, “I’d like that” you replied. 

“I’m s-sorry, what?” Kate looked confused at your answer, you chuckled lightly. “I’d love to go to dinner with you” you repeated. Kate’s cheeks turned rosey, “oh, right, well, great!” she smiled softly, you could tell she was shocked and nervous. “How about tomorrow night?” she asked. 

“Suits me, do you want to just meet here, or I can meet you somewhere?” you suggested. 

“Lucky and I can meet you here when your shift ends if that’s easier, he comes with me everywhere…I hope that’s okay” Kate’s thumb twirled with his lead, “I’d be upset if he didn’t join us. I’ll see you here tomorrow night” you smiled. 

“Great, I’ll be here” Kate returned the smile then turned to walk out the door, your co-worker coming in just as she left. “What was that about?” she’s jumping up and down like a child” she chuckled. You smiled at the image, “She just wanted to re-book Lucky’s nail clipping appointment” you lied. 

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[weregreatatcrime]

Fuck it In making Splinters have rat issues

Rise!Splinter is blind. Legally, awfully, rat-vision blind. He is permanently squinting because he can at BEST see swashes of color. His clear vision range is about a foot. This is why the color names, he couldn't tell them apart at ALL from a distance until he had something bright and eye catching attached. His ears, whiskers, and tail make up for a lot of issues vision that bad causes, but he still has to sit like a foot in front of the TV with giant fuckoff glasses that don't really do much. He can't use the glasses unless he's sitting still because they're so magnified he Will trip or throw up. There's no prescription strong enough for rat eyes

2012!Splinter has issues with his teeth and lungs. He had a lot of trouble in the early years not knowing how to care for his teeth properly and trying to ignore the rat instincts to brux/chew. His teeth got nasty overgrown and painful for a bit and trimming them back is such an unholy awful sensory HELL that he decides to just be a rat and avoid the trimming. He chews on things all the time and allows himself to brux (angry rat chewing, where they grind their teeth, it means they're either Very happy or Very upset) because anything is better than having to take dog nail clippers to your TEETH. Dignity be damned, he will find chunks of applewood or pear wood or ANY possible substitute to chew on before having to trim his teeth. He also has had several health scares where his lungs got very sick. Domestic rats' lungs are their kryptonite, and he was not expecting the close quarters with him and four infants in a cramped nest to cause him to basically get URIs every other month. (I refuse to believe he was a wild rat. Those pretty markings are PEAK domesticated rat marks) Mans had to come up with an herbal remedy to breathe in or he'd just be constantly Suffering wheezey coughing hell. His vision is Also probably a bit worse

2003!Splinter has the least issues just because he was a rat First, so he's used to rat things. But he likely has a lot of issues with his coat and his joints. Can't groom properly anymore, because he's still very flexible but not nearly as much as he used to be, and some rats can go into shock if you surprise them with too much water. (I say most, as my patchwork rat and double rex would find the nearest stream of water and quite literally take a shower with it) He hates water and how heavy it makes his fur, but having kids means frequent bathing.... his poor fur likely has had issues with mold because he struggles to dry it all the way through. He has a lot of joint issues as he's kept a lot of the shape of rat limbs but the posture of humans and that's Not Great, plus he was old to begin with and his old man joints got Permanently Old Man-d. Also definitely got BETTER vision with his mutation, which he appreciates, but he was hardly a Normal Rat beforehand bcz I refuse to accept "showmakers knew nothing about rats" as an excuse for their weirdness in 2k3

[pawsitivevibe]

Dog show shopping haul today:

Overpriced vet wrap because I ran out while wrapping Arthur's ears. I'm having trouble finding cheap wrap anywhere though. Like I do not want to pay $6 a roll.

iGroom Squalane shampoo and conditioner for drop coats. At $27 a bottle this shit better be as good as the people on the ECS grooming group say

2 more small water buckets. Now everyone has one for their car crates.

Aussie Dog nail clippers. The BEST nail clippers I've ever used. My coworker put me onto these and I use hers at work. They don't pinch or squeeze the nails.

A new nicer carding knife. I accidentally almost bought a left-handed one but the vendor caught it. They were actually out of right handed ones, but he sold me the display one.

Tom bought me a tether for my grooming table that attaches to the pole and helps the dog face forward, for when better control is needed. I guess he's sick of holding Arthur's head for me lol.

[healthcare938]

Nail Care Routine

Introduction to Nail Care

Nail care is an often-overlooked aspect of personal grooming that plays a crucial role in maintaining overall health and appearance. Proper nail care not only enhances the aesthetics of your hands and feet but also prevents various nail-related issues. Establishing a comprehensive nail care routine can significantly improve the health and strength of your nails, ensuring they remain resilient and visually appealing.

Importance of Regular Nail Maintenance

Regular nail maintenance is essential to prevent common issues such as hangnails, fungal infections, and breakage. A consistent nail care routine can keep your nails clean, strong, and free from infections, ultimately reflecting your overall health. Neglecting nail care can lead to painful conditions that may require medical attention and can impact your daily activities.

Essential Tools for Nail Care

Basic Tools

The foundation of any effective nail care routine lies in the tools you use. Basic tools include nail clippers, a nail file, a buffer, and a cuticle pusher. These tools are essential for maintaining the shape, length, and smoothness of your nails.

Specialized Tools

For those looking to elevate their nail care routine, specialized tools such as electric nail files, cuticle nippers, and nail brushes can be incorporated. These tools provide a more precise and professional-level of care, allowing you to address specific nail concerns more effectively.

Daily Nail Care Routine

Cleansing

Cleansing your nails daily is fundamental to maintaining hygiene. Use a gentle nail brush to remove dirt and debris from under your nails, followed by a thorough wash with mild soap and warm water. This step ensures that your nails remain clean and free from bacteria.

Moisturizing

Moisturizing is crucial to prevent dryness and brittleness. Apply a nourishing hand cream or cuticle oil to your nails and cuticles daily. This helps to keep them hydrated and supple, reducing the likelihood of cracks and splits.

Weekly Nail Care Routine

Trimming

Weekly trimming helps maintain the desired length and shape of your nails. Use high-quality nail clippers to trim your nails straight across, avoiding rounded edges to prevent ingrown nails.

Filing

After trimming, file your nails to smooth any rough edges. Use a fine-grit nail file and file in one direction to avoid weakening the nail. Proper filing helps to maintain the shape and prevent snags.

Monthly Nail Care Routine

Deep Conditioning

Once a month, treat your nails to a deep conditioning treatment. Soak your nails in warm oil or a moisturizing solution for about 10-15 minutes. This intensive hydration helps to strengthen your nails and promote healthy growth.

Cuticle Care

Cuticle care is vital for nail health. Gently push back your cuticles using a cuticle pusher after soaking your nails. Avoid cutting the cuticles as this can lead to infections.

Proper Techniques for Nail Trimming

When trimming your nails, it is essential to use proper techniques to avoid damage. Cut your nails when they are dry to prevent splitting, and trim them straight across to reduce the risk of ingrown nails. Always use sharp, clean nail clippers for the best results.

You can also try this product ProNail Complex

The Art of Filing Nails

Choosing the Right File

Selecting the appropriate nail file is crucial. Glass or crystal files are gentle on nails and provide a smooth finish, while metal files can be harsh and cause splitting.

Filing Techniques

File your nails in one direction using gentle strokes to avoid fraying. Start from the side of the nail and move towards the center, repeating on the opposite side. This technique helps to maintain the integrity of the nail.

Moisturizing and Hydration

Best Moisturizers

Choose moisturizers that contain ingredients like shea butter, jojoba oil, and vitamin E. These ingredients provide deep hydration and nourish the nails and cuticles.

Hydrating Techniques

In addition to daily moisturizing, incorporate overnight treatments such as applying a thick layer of hand cream and wearing cotton gloves. This allows the moisturizer to penetrate deeply, providing intensive hydration.

Addressing Common Nail Problems

Brittle Nails

Brittle nails can be a sign of dehydration or nutritional deficiencies. Regular moisturizing and incorporating biotin-rich foods into your diet can help strengthen brittle nails.

Nail Fungus

Nail fungus is a common issue that can be addressed with antifungal treatments. Keeping your nails dry and clean is crucial in preventing fungal infections.

Discoloration

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Home Remedies

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Essential Oils

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[wordslikesilver]

Ashen Promise

Our bed is soft like warm ash. I stare up at the ceiling, wishing for your hands to paint my skin with the fire-snow we lie on. I want to be tattooed with the pressure of the hand on my breast. Ashes fall from my hair when the sweat has dried. The room smells of sex. Of us. We can wait a little bit longer before we get up again. I haven’t finished yet. Memorizing your face. Your every scar, bone and treasured curve. If I try hard enough, if I spend long enough pressing the colours of your soul into mine, will they stain? Wherever I end up next, can I take you with me? Leave a mark on my neck right where it tastes the best. Burn it deep into my skin, love. Crumble me between your fingers and press my ashes to the blood on your lips. Grant me that single, harmless touch and I’ll get up from long-cold cinder to flame-tongue your skin. Hold me well. Your touch defines the boundaries of my existence. There’s simply nothing out there, outside your hands. Give to me a rune, my love. A rune of your home, to carve into my door and all over my ribs. Show me the end. Bring me a little death each night for dreaming and hold my hand while we sleep.

I’m so tired, darling. I wanna rest like ashes on your skin.

In the bathroom, I sit for your clippers. I’m not a woman who kneels, but this feels close. I gaze long into your eyes while you groom your wife, revelling in my vain indulgence and guilty pleasure. I truly am a selfish woman. Asking you to listen to me sing. Asking to hear you sing. To sit by and partake as my audience, my loving prisoner to my practice. You feed me love like you feed me food, I want to beg you for seconds. I want more dinners together, served with potatoes and soy; to steal more of your attention and the last grain of rice. I want another bowl of soup and hope that I can be just as filling. I want to be wanted. And then keep asking for more. Asking you to draw me. My body, my face, I can’t help how much I love being your muse. I get to see how I am seen in the eyes of my lover and be moved by the tidal stroke of graphite. I feel real when I look down at the page. I wonder if it’s all too much. If I’m too much. If I’m loving you wrong or making you feel neglected. Am I just as filling? You rest on top of me after telling me to undress, skin to skin, heat to heat, and loose a lovely sigh. “There’s my wife,” you whisper, the smile in your cheeks felt clear upon my breast. I am loved with a tenderness only faith could fathom.

I’m so hungry, dearest. May I please have more?

You saw me. Did you realize? Do you know what it did when I stripped off my flesh, cracked open my bones and showed you my sins caked in marrow, only to watch you drink them one by one? I bet they tasted like rotten apples. But you drank them all. You don’t even eat meat. But you held the bone between your teeth and told me to stay. Our bones were touching. I saw myself as a monster and our bones were touching. It shattered me. How could I ever be the same after that? I handed you matches to burn me alive and stood patiently against a stake. But you struck one against my ribs instead and held it softly to the horizon, right where the sky kisses the earth, ‘til the night began to glow. You used a match to break the dawn. What a terrible light it was that filled my archways of bone and ribbon. I wasn’t supposed to come back. How did you bring me back? The single most terrifying part of it all is not that it happened, of course. It’s how easily you do it again and again, no matter how broken I become. You are the hope in the box. The kiss upon my tears as I grieve into the earth, the ash, the dust. “The long night will pass, but I will not,” you whisper with your hands. You beckon for the sun to rise so I lift my head and touch your heavens.

I’m so cold, sunshine. Or maybe I just can’t take the yearning.

I will bury you first. For all the gardens you will attend to, all the earth you will hold and all the life you will sow with seed and rain, I will attend to the dying. Long before I met you, I felt that in another life I’d be an undertaker. Caring for graves and ghosts and grief with all the love in my heart. A beekeeper who makes candles for the dead and honey for the living. I think a lot about death, for someone as young as I am. There’s such a cold beauty in its cycle. Lovely, if you’re not a part of it. Beautiful, if you’ve no heart to break. It’s so unlike you. Sweet little you, as gentle and warm as sunlit spring-fall. Teach me all you can of your hair and skin. Leave me your paintings and the yarn. I will comfort myself in the softness of a life built together until the day comes when I join you in the urn. I’ll get lonely, without you. You’re the one soul I’ve loved that would choose me, every time, in every life. But for that alone, I would live. No matter how far you’ve gone, no matter how long it will take, I will walk this earth til I am with you again in your garden and you will never live a day without your love. This is the gift I give with this poem. I will bury you first.

I’m so anxious, fruitbat. I wanna hug you with my lungs.

You said once that you worried I might run out of words one day. That I’ll run out before we can say our vows. Such a lovely, silly thing to think, really. That the affections I express are so constant there’ll be nothing left, in time. Thirty days, the eighteenth, the next, devoted to you. Word after word, I breathe to a sequence, repeating over and over til they spill from the spout the way it feels they should. I lay claim to no meter nor talent with rhyme, but I know when it feels just right in my heart. I can keep writing, if I just keep listening. If I just keep falling in love with you, each and every day, I know there’ll always be more. This is my performance of devotion. Witness my ritual and let it be a gift I can lay with reverence at your feet. I can’t make much, you see. My hands aren’t the steadiest and I’m not the most patient. But I can weave. I can dance. I can rub oil on my robes, drop to my knees and tell you a million other ways I’ll touch the words, “I love you.” I can lie. I can say that I’ll never run out. That as long as you’re with me, I’ll find new ways to write it. Wouldn’t it be lovely? If I wrote so much you didn’t notice when I start over, since once could never be enough?

I’m so loved, my love. How could just once ever be enough?

[pokecare]

Luxray Line Care/Enrichment

The Luxray line in the wild are solitary Pokemon that only group with their direct family. The parents both raise offspring until they're strong enough to survive on their own (Usually when they're around Luxio evolution level). They have very staticy fur, so you may want a humidifier and brushes with no metal. This line can get quite moody so it's very important to respect its whims and boundaries. They're also nocturnal and most active at night.

Shinx is a very sleepy baby mon that spends a lot of time napping. In captivity they can get very lazy. They generate electricity through muscle movement so they should usually get more exercise than they want. The entire line has a movement-based chase instinct so using a shiny bauble on a string (your typical feline pokemon toy) will entice it to play and get those muscles moving.

Luxio's claws gather a lot of electricity so to prevent shocking, clipping them with a nail clipper is recommended but use rubber gloves or take them to a groomer I have heard stories about people that try to clip their Luxio/Luxray's claws without protective gear and getting electrocuted please wear rubber gloves. Luxio's star tail also has a concentration of energy and it doesn't like to be touched there. They start getting more active and may actually enjoy getting some outdoor time and exercise now, which is healthy for any Pokemon.

Luxray sleeps a lot. In the wild they snooze in the sun until nightfall where they use their specialized vision to spot prey through barriers. It is similar to thermal vision. They are extremely good at spotting movement and most of their movement and exercise comes from chasing. Luxray are fairly big and like to be in the sun, they will actually soak up a lot of heat in their black fur so much that it may be hot to the touch. Getting your Luxray tired out before bedtime is a good way to have a peaceful sleep, a big walk or play session in the evening is best.

A Luxray line care kit starter pack consists of: Rubber gloves, non-metallic grooming supplies, nail clippers, chase/pull toys, a large bed and a place to sun, carnivore kibble and raw meat treats, and being a night owl is better than being a morning person.

[celestialsister0918]

Chapter 2, "Someone's Dirty Bathwater"

Jackson Lamb x fem!OC, Slow Horses

Rated 18+ for later chapters.

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Adelaide throws the rubbish in the giant bin outside of Slough House and hops into her car. That interaction was certainly something.

She does not understand at all how smelly, greasy old Jackson Lamb, King of the Fuckups, had her so horny right now. Attraction is a very mysterious thing. Perhaps she likes the challenge? Or maybe she likes the way he spoke to her. Maybe a little degradation is sexy? At any rate, she knows nothing can happen until he learns the most basic of hygiene. She wasn’t asking for him to clean up like a prince, but some Pears soap and a bit of attention under the nails might be nice. As it stood right now, he would finger her into needing a double round of antibiotics.

She has dreams about him that night. He wasn’t really doing anything in the dreams. Just repeatedly pulling his pants up over his belly and glowering at her with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a caricature in a comedy. She should have woken up laughing at the absurdity. But she actually wakes up with a damn tingling between her legs and an excitement to start her day. What the actual hell?

That morning, when Lamb appears in the Slough House office, unshaven and unshowered, he's surprised to see such a glow on her face. In fact, Lamb is surprised at the brightness all round. The office is clean. Spotless. But more importantly, it smells a lot nicer than usual. Even with him in it.

“Good morning,” Adelaide says brightly. “I decided to start at 6 instead of 8. Ho took a break from his game to let me in. Apparently he gets here and games with people overseas before everyone else reports to work.”

“Does he now?” Lamb huffs, but he’s too distracted to give that tip too much thought. He looks around at the office, which now gleams in the morning light. It was like she was trying to piss him off. "You’ve been pretty busy, I see."

“I have,” she agrees, taking steps toward her pile of belongings in the corner. “And I brought a few things for you as well.”

The thought of this woman doing something nice for him was starting to irritate him a little. "A few things? What kind of things?"

She drags a carpet bag up on the table like a fucking sunshine-bubbly Mary Poppins.

“For starters— chocolate croissants. Something tells me the way to your heart is through your stomach. Assuming you have one. A heart, that is. But if we’re going to spend a month around one another, I’m determined to at least make you pleasant.”

Lamb is stunned into silence by her generosity. No one has done anything this considerate for him in… longer than he could remember. She thinks this is the way to his heart? That it'll be some kind of chink in his armor? This girl must be crazy. Insane. But the thought of those chocolate croissants and the scent of the accompanying freshly brewed coffee has him considering how it might be possible to like her, even if just long enough to eat.

“And here we have…”

She takes items out of the bag one by one: a bar of soap, body wash labeled “blood orange and spice,” anti-dandruff clarifying shampoo, deodorant, Nivea, and some concoction called “Moroccan neroli” aftershave. She also sets out nail clippers and a file. A fucking nail file!

That girl is out of her mind - a nail file? But he’s beginning to see the effort she’s making. This girl's really thinking out of the box. This could be the best way to get to him. She is getting to him, that much was certain. "Well, well… how fucking considerate,” he mutters. That was all he could manage for the moment.

“So I won’t be able to work in the washroom today, then? Because you’ll be occupying it?” she asks pointedly.

Lamb laughs, enjoying the sparring– the sense of them working each other to their breaking point. "Oh God, I guess you won't. I guess I'll be doing my personal grooming right here. On the office table. In full view of everyone."

“They might buy tickets,” Adelaide laughs.

"I can see it already,” he drolls. “Long queues outside the office. Tipping their hats from every direction. All to see that distinguished silver fox take the most refreshing shower of his career. You'd think I was bloody Brad Pitt for the way everybody’s going to be staring at me.”

She seems pleased with herself. “I bet you’ll clean up quite nicely. Then you can take me out for a drink after work.”

“Oh? And why would I want to do that?" he demands. "This isn't a date, is it?"

She shakes her head. “Of course not. It’s a drink.”

"Oh, so there’s no expectation of anything romantic in any way whatsoever?" He stares hard, a gleam in his eye.

She looks away briefly. “I don’t get the sense that you’re the romantic type.”

"Oh, you think you've got the measure of me, do you?” he says in a surly voice. “You think that I don't know how to treat a lady?" He moves slightly closer to her, so close she can smell the hint of chocolate croissants on his breath and feel the heat of that breath hitting her skin.

She appraises him with a raised eyebrow, leaning back slightly at the waist but not actually stepping away. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

Lamb closes the gap between them again. He’s so close now she can see grey flecks in his blue eyes. Close enough to kiss her….

Close enough to kiss her deeply and passionately, if that’s what she wants. And then he remembers... the smell. The smell of his breath, his clothes. And the fact she’s so very young. No. She can't actually like him like this. Can she?

Adelaide tightens her jaw and doesn’t breathe. She’s very attracted to him carnally, but her nose is still unfortunately fully functional. And it’s betraying her more forgiving body parts.

Lamb can tell he's got her on the hook. He's been able to read women since before he could read at all. Women tend to find him irresistible, even in the midst of his worst moments. Of course they didn’t like to show it; they preferred to banter and fight. But he knew. And this girl was no exception.

Just to prove it to her, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth, takes a last drag, and crushes it out in the ashtray next to her. And then he leans in toward her and whispers in her ear, "Let me know what time you're free tonight, and I'll remove any mystery.” Before she can say anything in response, he leans his head slightly back and smiles smugly.

“I’ll feel comfortable leaving around 5:00,” she finally replies. “I should be able to tackle a few of the other desks by then.”

“So then you'll be free at... say seven?" He's trying his damndest to sound nonchalant. 

She laughs. “You’re giving me two whole hours to go home and get dolled up for you? Do you think this is a date or something?”

"Yes," he answers flatly. "It is a date, and there's nothing you can do about it but prepare to have your wet knickers seduced right onto the floor."

She laughs out loud at this. “You’re pulling my leg.”

"I might do that later, too,” he remarks. “You can deny it all you like, but the truth is, you're already going to dress up for me, and we both know it. Even if it's only for dinner, there's still an element of courtship taking place. Or, if you prefer, seduction. And I'm telling you now, I'm going to seduce you. There's nothing you can do to stop me.”

She blinks again, biting her thumbnail in amusement. “We shall see then, won’t we? You might want to start on that bath. You only have 11 hours.”

"Oh, that's plenty of time,” Jackson assures her. “And remember, you might find that you like what you see when I'm clean. After all, you haven't experienced the unadulterated essence of Lamb yet."

Adelaide’s face feels like it might burst with the effort to hold back her giggles. “Is that something you share with women often? Your essence?”

"Women love my essence." Lamb's tone is playful, confident. He's got her hooked. "And you're no exception - you'll love it too. Once you get a taste, there won't be another guy you'd even consider. I'm going to ruin you."

Now she’s really chomping on her nail. He’s got her fascinated. It’s like he actually understands the disconnect between his appearance and the power he has over the female sex. Though she’s sure 99% of women would never admit it, and would therefore never spread their legs for him. She’s quite interested to find out just how much experience he’s actually had.

"The other men in your life will pale into insignificance,” he continues, taking a seat that nearly sends the rolling chair crashing into the wall. “They won't be able to compare to me. Once our lips meet, I'll make you crave me for the rest of your life, even when I'm not around. I'll be the one you have wet dreams about. The one you picture when you're trying to get turned on. The one whose face you imagine at your most private moments..."

She squirms and darts toward a feather duster, going to work. She simply can’t take it anymore. For one thing, she didn’t bring a change of knickers. And as he’d predicted, these were quickly becoming uncomfortable.

Lamb smiles to himself as he watches the girl squirm. She can't pretend to ignore him, even with a duster in her hand. Even now, she's pretending to clean, when they both know she's thinking about more lascivious things. The woman is a tease, but it's obvious she has a plan. She's playing hard to get.

About that time, River Cartwright pokes his head in with nervous eyes.

Lamb doesn’t even look over. He’s never surprised by the interruption of ineptitude. 

“Um…” Cartwright begins.

“What do you want, Cartwright?” Lamb still doesn’t take his eyes off the girl.

“You told me to bring your car around and wait for you. That was 30 minutes ago,” Cartwright reminds him.

Lamb looks across to Cartwright, and his demeanor suddenly changes. He goes from arrogant playboy to irritable, annoyed chief in seconds. And it's all for show. He doesn't want Cartwright thinking he's been flirting with a girl, even if he’d actually rather be flirting with a girl. "Get my car to the front. I'll be down in a minute."

Cartwright disappears, and Adelaide shakes her head with a “tsk tsk.” “So you’re out in the field today? Time’s really ticking on that bath. I bet you’ll show up at 7 tonight looking just like you do now. Only with maybe a few extra stains from lunch.”

"Oh, I'm sure the stains won't be a problem for you." His tone is smug again. He knows he's already got her under his spell. And there she is, biting her nail, again.

“As a matter of fact it will,” she snaps back. “No bath, no drink.”

"Are you telling me you'd actually turn me down if I was still dirty?” he asks incredulously. “It's not like you're the epitome of cleanliness. That nail is getting shorter by the minute, you know."

“I’m dirty from cleaning decades of muck up from this shithole,” she says with rolled eyes. “Believe me, I pretty-up quite a bit before I go out for drinks.”

He props his feet up on his desk, revealing a big toe poking through an undoubtedly putrid old sock. "So you're saying you're planning to get washed and ready tonight for your hot date?” he teases her. “That's good to know."

“You’ll take one whiff and wish you could drown in me,” she promises.

"Is that a challenge?" Lamb raises an eyebrow, as the girl is clearly trying to flirt with him now. He can practically hear her heartbeat through the air between them.

“A challenge on who will smell the best? Or a challenge not to drown in me?” she clarifies.

"Either one," Lamb grins, enjoying this. It's good to flirt again. The girl is attractive– beyond attractive. And witty enough to keep him from boredom. “I guess both."

She grins back. “River Cartwright’s waiting.”

Lamb's face hardens abruptly. "Fuck River Cartwright. He's still there?"

She laughs, aghast. “In your car, Lamb. Christ, you’re really slipping, aren’t you?”

"No I'm not,” he insists. “He's... he's..." It's hard to think clearly. The girl has thrown him off his usual game. He's finding her extremely distracting. And to have something like a bath waiting for him at the end of the day is just unbearable. This girl might be the end of him.

She's looking at me with those big innocent eyes. She's biting her lip again. And that nail is almost gnawed all the way down to the knuckle . 

She's going to make him lose focus, and it's driving him mad.

“Go to work, Lamb. I’ll see you somewhere at 7. Where are we drinking?”

"Anywhere's good. What about the Gristle?" It's a nearby pub he knows she'll like. It's dark and moody - and it has a billiard table - but he also knows it'll cost about £20 to get into the place with his stink. At least he'll probably be able to get her to pay for the first round.

She shrugs. “Sounds fine. I’ll see you then. If I recognize you, of course.”

"You might remember me as the guy with all the charisma, whom you had a long, suggestive conversation with earlier,” muses Lamb. “The guy you're almost definitely going to sleep with later."

Adelaide snorts. “You’d be so lucky.”

He winks. "Oh, I don't think it's me that'll be the lucky one. I think you might even think I'm a little bit handsome after a couple of drinks. Though you might not admit that."

She crosses her arms defiantly. “I would say I’m eager to find out how you think I look after two drinks, but you could probably tell me that right now. I’m assuming you’ve already imbibed this morning?”

He slaps the desk and stands. "You're damn right I've imbibed this morning. I drank enough to make your knees shake and your tongue curl. I'm going to need a bath just to sober up.”

“Bath— good. Work also good. Go find River.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't give me any more orders or we'll forget that date altogether."

She laughs lightly. “Yes, sir.”

"Don’t suck up to me, buttercup. I've already got the date. Besides… if we’re playing that game, I think I’d fancy ‘Master’ or ‘Daddy’... anything other than Sir. You’re not one of these lame fuckups around here, so don’t refer to me like you’re one. Got it?"

She blushes a deep red at this but says nothing, simply waiting for him to go off to the field.

Lamb gives a little smirk, which makes her blush even harder. Then he looks her up and down. He enjoys the way she blushes. "I expect to see you tonight, then?" he demands.

She nods. “7. The Gristle. We’ll both clean up.”

"No need for you to clean up. I'll enjoy you either way." Lamb doesn't care how it sounds. This girl is going to get what she asks for, and then he's going to have what he wants too. There'd be no need to clean anything up, as far as he's concerned. But he's not going to say that to her face; he’ll just string her along thinking she’s won… for now.