#foam swabs

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The Essential Guide to Cleanroom Foam Swabs: Perfect for Precision Cleaning and Electronics Care

When it comes to cleaning delicate equipment, tools, or hard-to-reach surfaces, precision is key. Whether you're working in electronics, automotive care, or semiconductor industries, the right cleaning tool can make all the difference. That’s where YOUSTO's Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs come in. These highly reliable and durable foam swabs are designed to meet the stringent requirements of cleanroom environments while offering precision cleaning for a variety of applications.

What Are Cleanroom Foam Swabs?

Cleanroom foam swabs, particularly the pointed versions, are specialized cleaning tools made with high-quality foam tips and sturdy polypropylene (PP) handles. These swabs are built to handle sensitive tasks that require a gentle touch and high absorbency. With their pointed tips, they are perfect for cleaning slots, grooves, and intricate areas where traditional cleaning tools might not reach.

Key Features of Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs

Lint-Free Foam One of the standout features of these foam swabs is their lint-free construction. This is particularly important in cleanroom environments, where even the smallest particles can affect the cleanliness of sensitive equipment. The foam material is carefully chosen to ensure no fibers are left behind during cleaning.

Pointed Tip Design The pointed foam tips make it easier to clean tight spaces and grooves in electronics, PCBs, machinery, and even cars. Whether it's a slot in a printer, a groove in a circuit board, or hard-to-reach areas in a car, these foam swabs provide the precision needed for thorough cleaning.

Durability and Absorbency Made with open-cell foam, these swabs offer exceptional absorbency. They can soak up liquids, dust, and other contaminants effectively, leaving surfaces clean without any mess. Their sturdy polypropylene handles ensure they are durable enough to withstand use without bending or breaking.

Certified Cleanroom Quality Manufactured in a Class 1000 cleanroom, these swabs are designed to meet the high standards required for cleanroom environments. They are perfect for industries such as electronics, semiconductor manufacturing, automotive detailing, and any application where cleanliness is critical.

Variety of Applications These foam swabs are not just limited to electronics or cleanrooms. Their versatility makes them ideal for a wide range of applications, including printer cleaning, toner cleaning, mold cleaning, and even automotive detailing. Their ability to clean both delicate electronic components and tougher industrial surfaces makes them an essential tool for professionals across various fields.

The Ideal Tool for Electronics and Semiconductor Industries

In industries like electronics and semiconductors, precision and cleanliness are paramount. The slightest amount of dust or debris can cause significant damage or reduce the performance of sensitive components. Cleanroom foam swabs like those from YOUSUTO are designed to meet these high standards, making them an indispensable tool in these fields.

Electronics: Clean delicate circuit boards, display screens, and other components without leaving any residue.

Semiconductor Manufacturing: Clean chips, wafers, and other sensitive equipment in a controlled, lint-free environment.

Automotive: Remove dust and debris from narrow slots and grooves in vehicles, ensuring a clean finish during detailing.

Why Choose YOUSUTO Foam Swabs?

You might be wondering why YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs stand out in a market filled with various options. Here are a few reasons why these swabs are the top choice for many professionals:

Affordable Quality: provides these premium foam swabs at an affordable price, making them accessible to both small businesses and large corporations.

High-Quality Materials: Made with premium foam and a robust PP handle, these swabs are durable, effective, and designed to last.

Easy-to-Use Packaging: Each package contains 100 swabs, and with a convenient resealable bag, you can keep your cleaning tools organized and ready for use.

Customization: Need specific sizes or designs? YOUSUTO offers customization options, so you can get the exact foam swabs that best suit your needs.

Applications Beyond Cleanrooms

While cleanroom environments are the primary focus for these foam swabs, their functionality extends to several other industries as well. From cleaning automotive components to delicate optical surfaces, the pointed design makes them an excellent tool for precision work.

Automotive Care

For those in automotive detailing, the tight spaces between vehicle parts can be a challenge. YOUSUTO’s pointed foam swabs can easily reach into these narrow areas to remove dust, dirt, or even fluids without damaging the surface. Whether you’re cleaning air vents, seats, or console grooves, these swabs are a must-have.

Printer and Toner Cleaning

Printers, especially laser printers, accumulate toner and dust in hard-to-reach places. YOUSUTO foam swabs are ideal for gently cleaning these areas without leaving behind any particles. Their absorbent foam can soak up toner, ink, and other residues with ease.

Mold and Slot Cleaning

Whether it's cleaning industrial molds or tiny slots in machinery, the pointed tip of these foam swabs provides the precision needed to effectively remove dirt and debris. Their durability ensures they can handle the tough cleaning tasks that come with these environments.

Easy to Order and Fast Delivery

Ordering YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs is simple and efficient. With various packaging options, including bulk buys, you can get as many as you need for your business. And with fast delivery times, you’ll have your cleaning tools on hand when you need them most.

Final Thoughts

Cleanliness is a critical aspect of many industries, especially those working with delicate electronics, semiconductors, and other precision equipment. YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs provide the perfect solution for professionals who need to keep their equipment and workspaces spotless. With their lint-free foam tips, ergonomic design, and high absorbency, these swabs offer unmatched precision and efficiency in every cleaning task.

From cleaning narrow grooves in electronics to detailing automotive parts, YOUSUTO’s foam swabs are the go-to choice for professionals across a wide range of industries. Ready to improve your cleaning routine?

Choose YOUSUTO’s Pointed Cleanroom Foam Swabs today and experience the difference in quality and performance.

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[superiorcleanroom]

Cleanroom Products offers a wide range of cleanroom face masks designed to meet the highest standards of cleanliness and protection.

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Deep Cleaning Made Easy: Exploring the Benefits of Foam Head Cleaning Swabs and Efficient Cleaning Swabs!

One of the main reasons why Foam Head Cleaning Swabs have gained popularity is their ability to provide unparalleled precision. The foam tip is not just gentle; it's intricately shaped and designed, ensuring that it reaches into the tiniest crevices and corners.

[yeomanhealthusa]

Discover the Versatile Line of Puritan Medical Swabs and Applicators

At Yeoman Health and Wellness, we take pride in offering a comprehensive range of high-quality medical supplies and wellness products. As a trusted distributor, we are excited to present the full line of Puritan medical swabs, kits, and other single-use applicators and Puritan tongue depressors.

[creaseevans]

Jujutsu Kaisen Headcanons - Suguru Geto

Suguru's the type of guy...

SFW: 

Suguru’s the soccer/hockey mom type of guy: he carries snacks, band aids, ibuprofen, tissues, gum, hair ties, and a spare set of socks in his bag at all times. That’s actually how you met him: you were at the coffee shop and asked several tables around you for a band aid (after the barista said they didn’t have any) until Suguru came over with one. He also offered a couple of alcohol swabs to clean things off before applying it.

Suguru’s the type of guy to forget to introduce himself. He gets so engrossed in the person in front of him and what they’re saying that he completely forgets how social interactions are supposed to go. You had to ask him at some point what you’re supposed to call him. He had to think about it for a moment as if he’d forgotten his own name.

(After chatting for almost an hour, he asked yours and you, very forwardly, also gave him your number.)

He’s the type of guy who drinks anything BUT plain coffee with milk and sugar, you conclude by the fourth date. The man will drink matcha, he will drink hot cocoa, he will drink iced or warm lattes with butt loads of cold foam or sweet syrups drizzled throughout, and he will drink LOTS of fruity teas. But a plain coffee with just milk and sugar may actually kill him?

Not only is Suguru the type of guy to paint his own nails, but he also insisted on teaching you after discovering how badly you do the edges (it’s hard!!!!). He likes for you both to have matching or complimentary manicures. It’s also a complete waste that he taught you how to paint because he never lets you do it and always wants to do your manicures and pedicures himself. Sunday nights are for the fingies and toes.

(Coincidentally, he HATES the smell of polish and remover. He has to wear a clip on his nose the entire time that makes his voice all high and nasally.)

Suguru is that guy with a seven-step skincare and five-step hair care routine. You can’t even describe the face he made upon discovering your simple shampoo-and-conditioner, face wash-and-moisturizer antics. But you do wish you’d taken a picture of it.

He totally forgets to eat sometimes. You wonder how it’s possible for him to be the size and height he is if this has always been the case. That is until you share your first real dinner together and he eats nearly five thousand calories in one sitting. He then proceeds to finish your leftovers as well. When you ask him about this deranged behaviour, he just shrugs and says, “I don’t know. I love food, but I don’t really think about it unless it’s in front of me.”

Suguru hasn’t worked out in a gym in almost two years, apparently. He just does runs and “generic labour” at the farm he works at. The solid abs and bouldered deltoids he hides underneath baggy clothes would beg to differ.

Suguru is a total plant princess. The first time you went to his place, you weren’t sure if it wasn’t a greenhouse. Potted wonders and vines and vases were all over the place. This came as even more earth-shattering when a little white cat tinkered her way through the hall and snuggled her butt right up against your ankles. “Oh, no, she knocks things over all the time. But I can’t exactly get mad at her, so I just re-pot everything. That’s why all of these are melamine or recycled plastic.”

That’s another thing about Suguru: he has tremendous amounts of patience. You’ve never met anyone as kind or forgiving as him. You’ve asked him to share his meditation routine with you but he keeps lying about not having one.

(The cat’s name is Dandelion; Dandy for short. She’s a white domestic short-hair with blue eyes and a pink button nose.)

Suguru’s a very formal type of guy. You didn’t expect it, but he took you out on a proper date and verbally said the words “Will you be my girlfriend?” and then proceeded to clarify with “Like, romantically. Not like a friend who’s also a girl—which is totally fine, if that’s what you prefer to be, I just—” and that’s when you cut him off with a kiss and he settled down.

He’s the type of guy to love openly and quickly. It’s less than two months in when he just casually drops an “I love you” on you one morning as you’re on the toilet and he dips his head in to grab a hair brush. Then he simply leaves you to marinate in it while you sit there in shock, unmoving except for the plop-plop-plop in the toilet.

In contrast to how casually he’s able to deliver the sentiment, he’s entirely floored when you return it in bed that same night. He’s so taken that he stops moving and has to wait a moment to get it back together. But after that one still moment, the rest of it feels like you’re being attacked by a tornado.

Suguru’s the type of guy to leave “I love you” sticky notes by your bedside or on your door. One time, you decided to keep the note and stuck it on something at his place before leaving. It was returned to you on your laptop the next day. It’s now become a sort of game between you; sometimes the notes get passed back and forth so long that the adhesive on the back completely dissipates. After writing a new one, you both toss a coin to decide who gets to keep the old one. Suguru’s won seven out of ten tosses, so far.

He’s not the type to gloat when he wins. Somehow, he finds a way to turn his wins into yours. Like how he ended up with most of the old “I love you” post-its but folded them into paper flowers and put them on artificial stems. He gave you the bouquet on your one-year anniversary. You bawled like a little bitch.

Suguru hates seeing you cry or hurt. It’s the only time you’ve seen him distressed. It makes him physically sick and you can tell by how pale and sweaty he gets. He banks his sick days at work since you started dating. Every month when you get your period, Suguru hibernates at your place with you for the first three days because he knows they’re the hardest. He cooks for you, keeps you showered and clean, massages you, naps with you, cleans for you, and he’s at your general beck and call otherwise. Your favourite part is always ordering in impulsive cravings and watching your favourite shows or movies. You also enjoy breaking into the piggy bank of sweets and candy he saves up for you all month.

He’s the type to slowly move you both in together without your ever realizing. Roughly a year in, you discovered just how much of your stuff was now filling in his otherwise spacious new place. The only things left at your apartment were a few pairs of clothes and your mattress (everything else was part of the owner’s furnishings). This little scheme dawned on you when your lease was up and instead of helping you look for another place, Suguru conveniently chimed, “Oh, why don’t you just stay with me? All your stuff’s here anyways.”

(As formal as he is, turns out he was too shy to ask you to move in. He thought giving you a key to his place as a Christmas present was a big enough hint and has no idea how you didn’t clock it. You tell him you would have said yes if he’d just asked. He just blushes and smiles.)

Suguru is a big tipper at restaurants and cafes. He often tips more than the actually meal or drink costs. You fear this may have detrimental effects on his finances, but he somehow manages to keep things running more than smoothly. Suspiciously smoothly.

Turns out, he doesn’t just work at the farm. He actually (very successfully, too) co-owns it with his best friend Satoru, which leads to the next point: Suguru’s just the type of guy to downplay exactly how well he’s doing or how much he has. (He has a lot.)

Since he wakes up ridiculously early most mornings to tend to farmwork, Suguru’s the type of guy to cook you an elaborate, three course breakfast each time and leave it covered in the oven with a note on the door for you to enjoy. Meanwhile, he shoots back a creamy, sugary beverage or two and just raw dogs the rest of the day on an empty stomach until the late lunch or dinner you share together. You’re trying to help him remember to eat more often, so you’ve started packing him just as elaborate lunches and snack packs at night once he’s gone to bed. You have to text or call him to remind him to actually eat out of them. He always enjoys them when he does.

NSFW:

Suguru takes his sweet time initiating sex for the first time. Upon reaching week four of the relationship with not a lick of intimacy, you had to break the ice on the subject. Suguru was surprised, then laughed it off. “No, I’m not asexual. I just didn’t want to weird you out or get right into sex without your deliberate consent.”

(You gave it to him instantly.)

Since his middle name is basically serenity, you were a bit worried as to how the sex would go. You don’t altogether mind the notion of “love making,” but you’re also not a purely vanilla person by nature.

Suguru’s generously girthy and lands in the seven-inch range. He’s uncut and always shaves everything clean off. You’ve never seen a crotch as hairless as his. There’s a thick vein that runs from below his belly button, down his beautifully carved pelvis and right up the length of his shaft. You like tracing it with your tongue and watching his reactions. He gets real breathy and sensitive about it.

Suguru can last a while, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take the time to service you in at least two to three other ways before finally giving you what you want. He’s quite the skilled tradesman with both his tongue and his hands, but you prefer his long, knuckly fingers over the former. Something about the veins and muscles in his arms when he endlessly plunges palm-deep inside of you drives you right over the edge. While he’s quite humble otherwise, getting you to orgasm is one thing he’s quite smug about. The way he smirks when you fall apart for him is absolutely sadistic.

Contrary to his soft, silky personality and demeanour, he’s quite the devil in arms behind closed doors. (Sometimes, those doors aren’t even closed.) 

He’s a biter (genuinely shocking). He likes to mark you in places where nobody would be able to see it and find out just how rough and territorial your sweet, doting boyfriend truly is. Such places include your back, your tits (specifically, right around your nipples), the plush of inner thigh right at the apex of your legs, the outer skinfolds right next to your “perfectly suckable lips” (no, NOT your mouth), and all over the meat of your ass.  

Suguru doesn’t eat pussy; he makes out with it. He French kisses and has an affair with it. Just let him do it and expect to be there for the better part of an hour, probably. Nothing you say or do can deter him from his “favourite meal in the whole world.”

He has no problem putting you in your place when it comes to sex. It’s genuinely some alter ego type shit. The change is a complete 180, to the point that you sometimes feel like you’re cheating on your amazing, loving boyfriend with some sex-crazed maniacal psychopath that leaves you shuddering and unable to stand on your feet for a good few hours afterwards without buckling knees or trembling thighs. The only part that reminds you they’re the same person is when he gently cleans you up afterwards and apologetically kisses all the places where he’d bit, clawed, smacked or choked only moments ago. The comedown is nearly as thrilling as the experience itself.

Suguru loves mocking and demeaning you with simultaneously praiseworthy titles. Phrases like “My precious little whore,” “Perfect fucking slut,” or “My stupidly pretty princess” roll off his tongue just as easily as “My little baby,” “Good fucking girl,” and your personal favourite: “My little pussy fairy.” It’s quite the whiplash.

Suguru fucks like his life depends on it. All the calm and peace behind his foxy monolids drains the moment he realizes what’s about to happen. The fire and hunger that replaces that calm is enough to make your heart plunge down and drop out through your ass every single time regardless of how often it happens. He is not a gentle lover, and you couldn’t be more thankful for how viciously he strokes or how diligently he chokes or how shamelessly he orders you to open your mouth so he can fill it with his fingers and spit into the back of your throat while the head of his cock breaks the rim of your cervix and your eyes roll like a slot machine into your skull.

He wasn’t as vocal at first because he was shy and anxious that you would get turned off by it. Turns out, when he moans and whimpers it’s so fucking delicate that your pussy flutters just at the sounds that come out of him. While you enjoy his gruff snarls and grunts and the tone of his poetic degradation, you take every chance you can get your hands on to have him undone and vulnerable, shivering and trembling and nearly sobbing from ecstasy at the worship you deliver.

Suguru never makes you beg or ask for it. He does like to hear you say what you want, but he often readily delivers your services on a golden platter. He’s just so generous like that.

While he gets to address you with all kinds of pet names and kinky titles, he only ever wants you to call him “Suguru” between the sheets. “Baby” is too vague, and nothing else quite establishes his dominance over you the same as hearing gasps of his name over and over again while you convulse and shatter against him, so soft and weak and vulnerable that it makes his heart stop.

He makes you keep your eyes open and on him at all times. “Keep your focus on me,” “Look at what I’m doing to you, keep watching,” “Look at me with those pretty eyes, I wanna see how big they get when you come for me,” “Don’t you dare look away,” all of that. Even when you’re kissing now you’re both always looking at one another. You don’t think you can go back to kissing with your eyes closed again.

He asked you in the beginning if you want him to use condoms just so you wouldn’t have to deal with contraceptive side effects. You used them a few times before realizing how badly you wanted to just fluid bond with him. He has never complained about this; he’s ready to face any consequences, should they happen. And while he loves going to pro-choice rallies with you, he does fantasize from time to time about a little version of you running around the farm, driving him crazy with worry.

Suguru’s favourite place to come is on your face, because your face is his favourite sight in the entire world. Yes, he loves your body. But it was your nervous smile and hopeful eyes that caught his eye the very first time and kept him looking back again and again. Seeing his cum streaked across your gorgeous lips and dripping down your cheeks and chin is a mental image he frequents regularly throughout the day.

(One day, you make him lick the cum off your face and feed it to you by kiss. This changes his brain chemistry forever. You’re definitely the one.)

[diazsdimples]

"Don't do this." + eddietommy

"Don't do this," Eddie begs, cradling Tommy's face in his hands. "Please, Tommy, don't leave me, not like this!"

Foam collects at the corner of Tommy's mouth, tinged red, as he takes in a deep, rattling breath. A fresh wave of blood flows from the gunshot wound in his abdomen, and Eddie fumbles for another gauze pack, pressing it to the wound in a fruitless attempt to stem the bleeding. He knows it won't help, though. This far from a med tent, that wound is a death sentence.

Tommy lifts a trembling hand to Eddie's face, his fingertips tracing his cheekbones. Eddie can feel the sticky residue of Tommy's blood, claiming him in a macabre way.

"Get... safety..." Tommy wheezes. His breaths sound wet and rattly, and though there's no obvious wound to the chest, Eddie wonders if a pieces of shrapnel somehow broke off and ricocheted upwards, piercing a lung.

"Not without you," Eddie replies stubbornly. He does a quick recce of their surroundings - the jungle is thick, enemies hidden god knows where amongst the foliage. There will be traps, ambushes too, but somewhere out there is their platoon, and the chance to get Tommy the help he needs. If he keeps his head down and runs...

Tommy must catch the resolute gleam in Eddie's eyes as he turns to grab his backpack, because he shoots out a hand to grab Eddie's wrist. He pushes himself onto an elbow, his face white as chalk as his eyes bore imploringly into Eddie's.

"Baby... please."

Eddie swipes furiously at the tears that burn behind his eyes, his throat tight.

"I am not leaving without you."

It's like asking him to cut off a limb or sever an artery. To leave Tommy behind is to leave behind a piece of himself, a segment of his heart forever trapped in this godforsaken jungle. He can't. He won't.

With shaking hands, Eddie cuts a hole in Tommy's uniform around the bullet's entrance, and packs the wound with gauze as best he can. He kisses Tommy's sweat-soaked hair and murmurs words of reassurance as Tommy screams, the pain overwhelming. A final bandage goes around Tommy's middle, securing a large swab to keep everything in place.

"Come on," he grunts, hitching Tommy's arm over his shoulder and hauling him up off the ground. Tommy leans heavily against him a hitched sob escaping his lips. His breathing seems clearer upright, lighting a tiny spark of hope deep inside Eddie's chest.

"I've got you." Eddie takes a tentative step forward, and another, easing Tommy through the undergrowth. "Let's get out of here."

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[lucerocosplay]

Break down of my melon soda float prop for my Sailor Jupiter Bunny Suit build. You could easily tweak this for any other drink prop and the majority of materials were sourced from Daiso, including the tray it velcros to so it's fairly low budget.

Materials:

-Desired cup/glass for drink (I would advise sticking with plastic versions for weight and safety reasons) -Plastic ice cubes -Masking or Washi tape -Clear seed beads or Caviar beads in multiple sizes -Clear craft glue -Super glue -UV Resin & alcohol dye OR Stain Glass window paint (Gallery Glass would be my rec) - Some sort of thin, clear plastic sheeting I used part of a salad container -*Muddle spoons or straw or similar decor (polymer clay sprinkles, glitter, any sort of inclusion) -*Foam clay & an ice cream mold or scoop if you want to make a float -*Acrylic paint -*Velcro or Magnets if you would like to stick to a prop tray that you can also remove for photos

*= optional materials

‼️ SAFETY ADVISORY ‼️

If you choose to use UV resin for this you must have proper PPE. That means gloves, respirator with appropriate filters, mixing cups, well filtered workspace, and knowing how to properly dispose of scrap. Do not pour it down drains, please cure all runoff or extra fully before disposing of in household waste. Resin that is still in it's liquid state must be disposed of in chemical waste, this includes paper towels or anything else used to "clean up". You can take a moment to read more here or do your own googling for proper precautions before getting started.

The first thing I did was make my ice cream scoop since it needed to cure for a few days. I found this great little scoop mold I shaped the foam clay too and froze for a bit. Once it was firm enough to remove I set it by a window to dry. Then worked on making a clear plastic base that would fit inside my glass and act as the "top" of my "liquid".

When the base was done and fit snugly to my glass I primed my dry ice cream scoop in glue. This was partly to keep a barrier over the blue foam so the color didn't leach, and partly to give the acrylic paint something to bite into without being absorbed by the foam. Then it was painted a nice shade of vanilla and glued to the plastic base with craft glue. I poked two holes on the underside to also add a pair of short metal flat head wire supports to make sure it didn't peel off. The supports themselves were set with super glue, a bit overkill I know.

Between my paint layers drying I was also puzzle piecing in ice cubes in the glass to see what combination looked the most appealing. However, it also needed to accommodate that clear plastic base so there was constant test fittings. The trick here with fit is you want the cubes to fit snug vertically but not touching the sides of the cup too. You need that wiggle room for the UV resin/window paint. If it rattles around on the sides a bit that would be ideal.

When I found a composition that worked I carefully super glued each cube only where it touched the other cubes. Sometimes superglue oxidizes a little funny on clear surfaces and it can leave a sort of foggy buildup. In those instances you can wipe it away with an alcohol swab to keep things looking clear. As with the step before I keep checking the fit to the glass to make sure I have proper clearance to keep the base level.

When my cubes were one weird unit the fun began! I mixed some different sized clear seed beads (you can also use caviar beads) in some clear pva glue. You want a more dry mixture so it helps to let it set up a bit and get sort of gummy. The idea is replicating how bubbles accumulate in carbonated drinks, so keeping it at points where you would imagine they would get trapped under cubes helps. Of course so does referencing an actual drink lol. I just piled on and semi sculpted the beads in chunks and waited for them to cure.

Of course this same bubble detail was added to the clear base under the ice cream scoop as well. This time just around the perimeter of the scoop. At this point I realized I was forgetting something, the cherry! It is actually an earring I lose the pair to lol. I also cut out a small slot in the plastic base to fit a straw through. On the right you can see how everything looks at this last and final test fit before the "soda" portion was added. The washi tape was used to keep the inner lip clean of UV resin later, but also to mark where my base should be resting.

Putting the cubes and top layer to the side I got to mixing my UV resin. As a point of reference I used just under 1 jumbo tube of the Daiso clear resin which is around 20g or .70oz of product. I mixed some liquid pigment to the shade of green I wanted and got to pouring. Keeping the tape on I poured all of my resin in and kept turning my glass for even coverage. Once that was good to go I sat outside for about 5 minutes slowly turning the glass in direct sun until the resin set enough to stop moving. At this point the washi tape was peeled off. Then I left in on my porch to finish curing in the sun until the following day. The cup will get warm to hot depending on the volume of UV resin so please be mindful. If you were to use window paint I would build up the color over a few days in thin coats and like a silicone brush. When the cup was fully cured I fit my cubes back in and the clear base, and added the straw to the little divot to make sure it all fit well. It did so I went ahead and removed the straw and added some super glue to the top most cube that laid flush against that little sheet of plastic and pressed the ice cream scoop on the base firmly into place. Once it was in I slipped the straw through the divot on the side and mixed a little more green resin that was poured around the ice cream scoop to seal it all in. Then it was once again left on my porch for a full day. If you were doing this in window paint a thick layer on top and texture it to look more like a drink. Though do to it's want to self level there may be some mild resistance until it starts to set up. When my prop was fully cured I added some velcro to the base so it would stick to my drink tray and be peeled off for photos not pictured lmao. Badda bing badda boom it was done!

Lightweight, fun to make, and fairly low budget this is a prop you could make with things from most dollar stores not just Daiso. Personally I think the dollar tree two part acrylic champagne flutes would be perfect for this.

[incoherentchanting]

the way he’s looking at him the way he’s looking at him the way he

crying. throwing up. weeping. pissing my pants. shitting my pants. sliding down the wall. clutching at my pearls. shaking. screaming. pulling out my hair. bashing my head into a wall. sobbing. mourning. sorrowing. dehydrated. swabbing the deck. throwing myself overboard. falling to my knees in a walmart. foaming at the mouth. punching the air.

[exeggcute]

oh also I can share my horrible/funny pre-op story now lol. so two weeks beforehand I had an appointment to make sure my surgeon was on the same page about what I wanted, go over recovery and care instructions, pay the final balance, whatever. and they gave me a "care kit" in a little bag that included gauze and antiseptic swabs and other shit I'd need. and when I got home and opened it I was Freaking Out because there was an unlabeled specimen cup in there full of pale yellow liquid. which of course I assumed was a random urine sample they'd accidentally thrown in the bag. legit was on the verge of calling the whole thing off and demanding my money back until I remembered like "wait... weren't they supposed to send me home with some kind of antibacterial soap......?"

so I shook the sample cup and the liquid started foaming lol. it was the soap for my morning-of shower. and I mostly want to blame my surgeon's practice here since they're the ones who didn't put a label on a specimen cup with a broken seal and a hefty amount of yellow liquid in it, but it's also partly my fault for jumping to conclusions because when they kept talking about "medical soap" I absolutely 100% expected it to look like this:

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Content – defiant whumpee, noncon touch and nudity (not sexual), torture (on screen and off screen), blood, gaslighting, waterboarding, burns caused by hot water; tell me if I forgot about something

Whumpee was sitting in a bathtub filled with lukewarm water and lots of foam. The sweet smell of chocolate shower gel was all around, making him want to taste the bitter soap. The soft splashing of the water and the howl of the wind as the gale was raging outside could be heard.

And everything would be perfect if Whumper wasn't sitting on a stool opposite him, holding a foaming sponge in his hand, with which he gently washed his body.

Whumpee said nothing, but instead of looking down at the pink water hidden under the foam so as not to look at his tormentor, he showed his objection by sending Whumper hateful glances again and again.

When Whumper suggested a bath earlier, speaking to him in his sweet voice that only feigned concern, Whumpee immediately protested, despite the blood sticking to his body and clothes. He didn't want to lose the last thing Whumper hadn't taken from him yet. He didn't want to lose his dignity. But Whumper paid no heed to his displeasure and compelled him to obey by force.

Whumper wasn't violent. After kicking his body when Whumpee called him names and dared to disobey him, he carefully removed his clothes and told him to sit in the bathtub, saying it was for his own good.

Even so, each of Whumper's seemingly tender and gentle touch stung him like a blow. He couldn't help but revolt as he washed the blood from his hair and touched his face to wash away the blood, dirt and tears. Now he involuntarily shuddered every time Whumper swabbed his wounded, bruised body in circular motions.

Whumpee should be grateful. After all, Whumper wasn't torturing him right now. After all, the bath was a respite from the constant pain, from screaming until his throat was torn, from cutting his skin with knives or electrocuting him. But for him, it was worse than torture.

Whumpee could stand the pain. Even if it sometimes lasted for hours, Whumpee knew it wouldn't last forever, and that eventually either Whumper would stop or Whumpee would pass out. He was able to survive the abuse by gritting his teeth and thinking about what he would do to Whumper if he could only break free. But now, as Whumper watched his naked body closely and dared to touch it again and again, he felt more and more stripped of his privacy. He felt dirty even though he was in foaming water. And he hated it with all his heart.

Whumpee hissed as Whumper swabbed over one of his fresh wounds, rupturing it and causing a trickle of blood to flow from it again. Whumper hadn't bothered to treat him before, as he decided to inflict shallow and deeper wounds over and over again for fun. He just rinsed him with water and started washing him. This made Whumpee feel pinpricks of pain all over his body, which became even worse as foam oozed from the sponge.

It really was a torture.

"Do you like your bath?" Whumper asked after a long moment, smiling.

Whumpee gave him a hateful glare again.

"No," he answered shortly.

"Ah, so I understand that you prefer when I torture you?"

"I didn't say any of that, you motherfu–"

Before Whumpee could finish his venomous statement, Whumper in an instant grabbed him brutally by the hair and shoved his head under the water.

Whumpee tried to pull away and jerked his head up to lift it out of the water and catch his breath, but Whumper held him tight and wouldn't let go, even as Whumpee started desperately scratching his arm with his nails. His eyes stung from the shower gel, and his lungs were quickly begging for air and burning with pain. Whumpee finally started to scream, but then he involuntarily inhaled dirty water into his lungs and began choking and digging his nails harder into Whumper's hand as if in a last resort.

But before he could lose his strength and pass out, Whumper yanked his hair again and pulled his head out of the water.

Whumpee began coughing and choking on water, and only after some time was he able to fully breathe the precious air. His eyes watered so he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, his lungs burned and his head ached, but still Whumpee knew it was worth it.

He couldn't clearly see Whumper's face as he approached him and looked into his eyes, but he knew from experience that Whumper wasn't pleased with his disobedience.

"I hope you've learned something from this and that in the future you'll think before you talk to me like that," Whumper said calmly, as if explaining the rules of behavior to a child.

Whumpee responded by taking advantage of the short distance between them and spat saliva in his face.

Time has stopped.

Whumper stared at him in shock, analyzing what had just happened, then disgustedly wiped the saliva from his cheek with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

For a brief moment, nothing happened.

Whumpee's heart was beating fast, because he knew that Whumper would never let him go and that in a moment, in a few minutes or seconds, he would scream in pain, and yet there was a wide smile of satisfaction on his lips.

But then Whumper smiled as well, confusing him.

"I see you must really love the pain," he said, then dropped the sponge into the bathtub and grabbed the shower head, then turned the water on the hottest setting and turned it on.

The water didn't burn him right away. At first it was just warm, but it was getting hotter by the second. Whumper grabbed his arm with his other hand and pinned it to the back of the bathtub to keep Whumpee from escaping and directed the boiling water at his torso.

It was so much worse than shower gel in the wounds, so much worse than being waterboarded. All Whumpee could feel was heat and pain, intense pain that went on and on and on and on, taking away his ability to think. He didn't even know when he started screaming and crying and trying to break out and mentally begging for it all to end.

When Whumper graciously finally turned off the water and hung up the shower head, Whumpee could only cover his face with his hands and tremble, having no strength left to cry, too exhausted for anything else.

"Why are you panicking?" Whumper taunted him, smiling. "Isn't that what you wanted, to feel pain instead of my touch? Hey, I'm talking to you." Seeing that Whumpee was silent, he grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face.

Whumpee didn't answer this time and only looked at Whumper one more time with his hateful eyes before losing consciousness.

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