#iron filters

[apexwatersolutions]

What are the benefits of using a cabinet water softener in your home?

A cabinet water softener is a compact and effective way to manage hard water in your house. It eliminates minerals that create limescale, such as calcium and magnesium, and has various benefits:

Protects Appliances & Plumbing

Soft water minimizes limescale accumulation in pipes and appliances, increasing their longevity and efficiency. This results in fewer repairs and replacements, which saves you money over time.

Healthy Skin and Hair

Soft water is softer on the skin and hair, avoiding the dryness and irritation caused by hard water. It makes your skin feel smoother and your hair softer and shinier.

Better Cleaning Results

Soft water makes soaps, shampoos, and detergents lather better, clean more efficiently, and rinse more easily. It also removes streaks and spots from dishes, glasses, and tiles.

Compact and Space-Saving

The cabinet design combines the softener and brine tank in a single unit, making it perfect for houses with limited space.

Cost and energy savings

Soft water enhances appliance performance and saves energy consumption, particularly in water heaters. It also reduces maintenance costs by avoiding scale buildup.

Investing in a water softener provides softer water, healthier living, and long-term savings for your home. It's a realistic solution for hard water problems.

[peacockwater]

Reverse Osmosis Toledo

Our experience spans multiple industries, employing technologies such as water filtration, reverse osmosis, and ion exchange for softening and deionization. We offer customized answers tailored to the needs of your business and supported by the highest level of service.

[fishfingersandscarves]

behold the two posters i was commissioned to do for this semester of my college's student one acts

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)

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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.

So far, everything was going to plan.

About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.

Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.

Danny’s hands were cold.

He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.

Now, though, his body was freezing.

Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.

He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.

The process was excruciating.

Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.

Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.

Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.

Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.

Danny stared down at his hands.

Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.

“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”

Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”

“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”

“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”

“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”

“What did he say?”

“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”

The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.

“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.

“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”

Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.

A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.

The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.

“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”

They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.

Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.

There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.

His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.

Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.

The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.

Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.

Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.

Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.

Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.

However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.

Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.

“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”

Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.

The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.

Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.

He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.

Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.

Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.

They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.

The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.

Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.

They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.

Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.

“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”

“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”

Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.

“Hurry up, then.”

Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.

He had to check.

“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”

Danny shook his head.

“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”

“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.

“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”

Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.

“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.

They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.

That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.

She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.

Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.

The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.

Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.

He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.

Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.

“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Danny?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.

“I thought you were…”

“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”

Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.

They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.

“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”

Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.

Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.

Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.

His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.

The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.

They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.

Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.

He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.

Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.

Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.

The entire room went white.

Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.

Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…

Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.

The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.

Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.

They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.

As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.

Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.

Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.

“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”

Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.

Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.

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[puffywuffy8904]

⚠️CONTENT WARNING FOR ART CONTAINING BLOOD AND CHARACTER DEATH DO NOT OPEN IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS thanks xoxo⚠️

okay so do you guys know that one repin painting of ivan the terrible

okay good so anyways there's this darkwing duck comic whe

Original painting. Just btw. Credit to Ilya Repin in 1844.

[cl0wnzzy]

☆INTRO ☆

★ call me clown or clownzzy for now

★ he/him

★ 17

★ queer

★ i make art

SOCIALS

i'm mostly active on insta follow me here :)

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please PLEAAAASE don't repost my art anywhere, i will find you i swear.

FAV BANDS

★my chemical romance

★alice in chains

★iron maiden

★tool

★jawbox

★cocteau twins

★butthole surfers

★failure

★filter

★the smashing pumpkins

AND LOTS MORE!!! talk to me about music i love music so much sOOO MUCH AAAGH!!!!

fav album is currently...

bullets and danger days h8rs are NOT welcome here.

FAV SHOWS+GAMES+MOVIES

★the crow (1994)

★sally face

★ruby gloom

★supernatural

★alice in wonderland (2010)

★fnaf

★rocky horror picture show

★the amazing world of gumball

★nbc hannibal

and moreeee >B]

i think that's everything... buh bye! stay shiny ☆☆☆

[can-of-slorgs]

The other researchers are also here! (magical edition!)

[mossy-paws]

Lightblox (PHIGHTING!)

“And I’m floating in a most peculiar way, And the stars look very different today.”

alt versions:

[air-mechanical]

They have brought a prisoner.

What Thrawn Thinks: Of course they fucking have. Of course there's more surprise shit to deal with before we escape. I thought I was dealing with fellow competents here, but congratulations on achieving the rare but not unheard of accomplishment of proving me wrong. All of you make my head hurt. You make my teeth ache. You're not nearly as powerful as you claim to be. And when we eventually escape and I'm back to full power, you'll see exactly who you're dealing with. And you'll despair.

What Thrawn Says: You never spoke of this.

[biscuitrule]

It is such a shame that George can’t hear the skull because you just know they’d have the best time venting about how dumb lucy and lockwood are about their feelings

[gojuo]

>says the showrunner don't understand what GRRM wanted to convey with the Dance (because characters have vacillating motivations and actions)

>says the Dance at its core is about a woman being denied her dynastic inheritence because all the ggrrr evil weevil villains that oppose her hate women gggrrrrrr

[apexwatersolutions]

How does a water softener reduce scale buildup in pipes?

A water softener reduces scale building in pipes by eliminating the minerals that produce hardness in water, typically calcium and magnesium. This is how it works.

When hard water is pumped through a water softener, it passes through a resin bed containing microscopic beads charged with sodium or potassium ions. These beads attract and trap calcium and magnesium ions in the water, which are then replaced with sodium or potassium. This process is referred to as ion exchange.

By removing these hardness-causing minerals, the water becomes "soft." Without calcium and magnesium, nothing can build the persistent scale deposits that frequently accumulate within pipes, water heaters, and appliances. This yields:

Improved water flow and prevents mineral deposits from clogging pipes.

Reduced scale buildup reduces wear and tear on pipes, boilers, and other water-using systems.

Increased efficiency of water heaters and appliances.

In short, a water softener is an effective way to safeguard your home's plumbing system while also improving water quality by avoiding scale formation. This will keep your pipes and appliances working smoothly for years!

[clairedaring]

DHEVAPROM: KWANRUETAI (2024) | 1.06

[chaos-in-one]

The argument points about lesbian intercommunity discourse against xyz term/label/etc. that hinge on saying how this "only happens in lesbian communities, you don't see other orientations have to deal with this!!!!" has always been simultaneously funny and frustrating to me.

Because 9 times out of 10, the equivalent to that DOES in fact exist in other lgbtq+ communities. It just doesn't get anywhere near as much public attention & arguments over it.

"You don't see people trying to argue for trans women or women in general to be allowed in the gay community like you do with people arguing for trans men or men in general to be allowed into the lesbian community!!!" You literally do. There are women, including trans women as well as various others such as genderfluid, multigender, and other genderqueer people who consider themselves women, in the gay community. There's even an equivalent term to the term lesboy for women who are gay called turigirl.

"You don't see gay men unironically using she/her & calling their partner their girlfriend!!!" You do. There are definitely gay men, hell even gay cis men, who use she/her and/or prefer typically feminine terms.

(Both of these two above points are extra funny to me because both have been said to my face while I am a pangender gay guy who does use she/her. They are literally saying to my face that people like me don't exist when they do that.)

"You don't see people arguing gay men can actually be attracted to women!! You don't see people trying to call themselves mspec gays like people try to say they're mspec lesbians!!!!" mspec gays do in fact also exist. Also what world are you living in where homophobes who try to convince lesbians that are definitely not into men they actually all can and are attracted to men exist, but people who try to convince gay men who aren't attracted to women that they can be and are attracted to women don't? Way to say you don't talk to any gay men because most could tell you that they do in fact have experiences with that happening.

There's a lot more I could point out, but those three are ones I've seen the most recently. Point is, if you're going to make an argument that something is bad/a problem, and what you are using to help prove that point is the fact that it doesn't exist within other similar communities, maybe check that it actually doesn't exist in those communities first so you don't straight up erase shit from other communities to try to make a point about your own.

[divinekangaroo]

on Amazon for something and………..this cover photo is…the meal he sort of momentously DIDnT EATttttt???? One of many momentous meals he…didn’t….eat?

Every recipe in this book better be some combination of cigarettes and alcohol

The merchandise for this show continues to *wildly* confuse me

[hanafubukki]

You know what really sucks?? When you’re really excited for something and then someone goes and makes unnecessary comments about it which taints your fun.

I’m so excited for this coming update and then someone has to say something that just…leaves a bad taste in my mouth??

I get having favorites and all that, me too. I am not any different.

But why ruin it for others??

Why be a sourpuss about it??

Just because you don’t like certain things or how the update went?? Because it didn’t meet your expectations??

Literally this update means so much to me and others and you have to what??

Be a jerk about it??? Because you can?? And ruin the fun??

It’s so dumb.

And unfortunately for them, I’m not one to back down.

Commentary like that just makes me more determined and makes me want to hype it up even more.