#iron filters

[apexwatersolutions]

Are AquaGuard purifiers good?

Yes, AquaGuard water purifiers are typically regarded as effective and dependable for household use. AquaGuard, a brand owned by Eureka Forbes, has been in the water purification market for many years and is well-known for its innovative purification methods such as UV (Ultraviolet), RO (Reverse Osmosis), and UF (Ultra Filtration). These technologies aid in the removal of pollutants, harmful germs, and even dissolved salts, making the water safer and healthier to consume.

One significant advantage of AquaGuard purifiers is the diversity of models designed to meet various water quality requirements. For example, if you have hard water with high TDS (Total Dissolved Solids), AquaGuard's RO models effectively reduce TDS levels while also improving water flavor. They also provide UV and UF alternatives, which are effective in places with low TDS but require bacteria and virus protection.

Furthermore, AquaGuard offers excellent post-purchase support and regular maintenance services, which are critical for maintaining any water purifier in peak operating condition. While AquaGuard purifiers may be slightly more expensive than some competitors, their longevity, variety of options, and powerful filtration systems make them an excellent choice for safe drinking water.

[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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[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

[clairedaring]

DHEVAPROM: KWANRUETAI (2024) | 1.06

[apexwatersolutions]

Which is the best water purifier for home or which is best ionizer?

The ideal water filter for your home is determined by the quality of the water and your unique requirements.

RO Purifiers are appropriate for locations with high TDS levels because they efficiently remove pollutants and heavy metals. Popular brands include Aquaguard and Kent.

UV Purifiers are effective in disinfecting water from germs and viruses. Livpure and Pureit provide trustworthy models.

Gravity-Based Purifiers are an inexpensive option that use sediment and activated carbon filters. Tata Swach is a well-known brand locally.

For people who prefer alkaline water, Water Ionizers such as Kangen may provide health benefits by increasing the pH of the water.

Always test your water quality to choose the best purifier for your home. Online reviews and comparisons provide a more in-depth look at the best models.

[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.

[lemonhemlock]

People unironically saying and believing Alicent and Aegon's fears that if Rhaenyra took the throne she would have to kill off all other legitimate claimants to secure her throne is paranoid and not based in reality.

Me: *stares in Princes in the Tower* I desperately need targ nation to open a history book. Hell, don't even read a history book if that is too much just pop on a documentary or something. I am begging.

oh don't i know it 😭 the reading comprehension website living up to its moniker

[gaylos-lobos]

man the fact that the last few episodes before this one concentrated so much on the Wittebanes and how they are foils for Luz (and Camila) and the fact that they droped those Hollow Mind paintings on us a few days ago and the fact that Luzes worst nightmare was to become, to BE, like Philip and that she literally says to Kings dad that what they did and what he did aren’t actually that different, that they all did this for the same reason and then they just, lol. nope it is just so unsatisfying. like the entire plot of the show only happens because of the Wittebanes tragedy and Luz and Camila only avoid a bitter end because of their tragedy. like why make them so important if you don’t wanna actually deliver. why make so many characters foil and parallel them if not to actually deliver on that. why make Gravesfieled like that if you don’t want to deliver?

[notjaycakes]

New cast iron Dutch ovens from my hubby 😍💕