#soilage

[fanart-for-life-bun]

Day 2 of love/pride fest

[nan0-sp1der]

BRIDGERTON! I gotta know. What's the hair texture like? Is that a wig? Somehow organic? Wires? Light? do you clean it? and how?

It is most definitely not organic. None of my person is, and truly could never be. The closest comparison I could make between my 'hair' and an existing object in reality would be carbon fiber. Using my ability to manipulate molecules to the smallest level possible, typically by taking carbon dioxide directly from the atmosphere and making use only of the carbon bonded with those two oxygen molecules. It allows the structure to be light, rigid, and prevents it from obstructing my view during combat as it typically stays in the same place unless deliberately moved. All this, and yet it still feels the same as organic hair would.

Cleaning it... Is a bit of a different story. As I am a machine which operates on electricity, it is most likely not the wisest course of action for me to 'clean' it with water, or any other liquid forthat matter. The only other alternative is to physically scrape or exfoliate any debris out of the structure.

Have you ever seen a chinchilla taking a sand bath? Or any other rodent, for that matter (there are many that do)? It is what I must do. It is the safest possible means to remove any foreign substances, and aids in preventing further soilage in the future.

No, I will not give you a demonstration. You will never witness me doing this.

[nobotderiz]

Aptare

Are you ready for the impregnable you?

'Omegadonssakesaytafet'

One needs to have known the before to cohere the now. Who made it so insecure? There is no 'luck' nor magic in this, proud to be parasites.

You all know what give them away, the paid to deviate lobbyists and corrupt sardonic American infects? Stats. Their brain is one hundred per cent soilage.

Anyways, the worst is always to be elucidated first.

Why specific like that? Who has lots of time and money to waste just to get their way? All this fakery and posturing for fake concerns is tax deductible.

The land where people make it rich misrepresenting facts. Where knifes are put in the back of genuine good people.

Not all bad? According to stats.

Bias is da signal.

Quelle conditions sont requises pour que chacun puisse être gagnant?

Clean air and water. ANYTHING that requires DEVIATING from these as REQUIRMENTS is PARASITE.

What we live in it's called universe, not diviverse. A verse it's a concoction of words. It explains that no matter how code is made, it's only words that will assemble it all. No human needed, chumps.

Physicists, is there such a thing as bloom theory?

Not too hard to understand eh? Orthogonal balloons with mirrors sets, cub sat with mirror sets... All out. Sanctus paratus. The crépitement it does has already been detected.

No matter where it's from, it's where it's at. You all got your motives well laid out?

So many empty frames...

If the void is conquered, all the diseases can be vanquished; and, much more.

All this indicates is that there needs to be a base on the moon.

Preventive, Predictive, Premonitive. Private Ai monitored jails... The swillbreds profilling the defectives and the frustrated...

You know that with a base on the moon watching earth, any virus can be sorted out. A model can simulate as if but it cannot account for the 'Time Delay'. If on a base on the moon all agreed they are in a village sovereign from the rest, what could go wrong? Don't need much people in fact; just eighty, a hundred...

The moon was put there to tend for and watch us. Calculate how much is spend in trying to just keep up and cope vs how much a base on the moon would cost. All countries would benefit right away, removing one common stressor from all the tensors.

You all know that the moon is ahead of the earth eh? Once Fusion figure out, there is not many impossibles left in the realm.

Ai is inhumane, it does not want guns nor the better of.

Who in the 'west' needs Vlad at the helm of Russia? Make the list.

'Itsnothardto:otdrahtonsti'

https://interestingengineering.com/science/general-relativity-quantum-physics-united

https://theconversation.com/cosmology-is-at-a-tipping-point-we-may-be-on-the-verge-of-discovering-new-physics-237695

[roach-pizza]

Fun fact about clothing. Washing them all the time after one or two wears, outside of literal soilage, is actually just a ploy by companies to get you to buy more.

I'm too broke to do laundry more than once a month so outside of undies and socks, I go like 7-10 wears before it gets washed.

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[babylove007]

I Took The Wrong Bus From The College To Adelaide Beds Full

Today Is Thursday May 22, 2025 The Buses Had A Day Off On Monday May 19th, 2025

My food intake is way off, since I found the flea in a meal. Even with protein bars, a full size personal pizza, Routine cooked food a must.

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By the time I got to KGH last night for an ativan, to balance out My connectors were separating. Expressions to doctor: Leukemia soilage, sick twice a day at yellow school buses, white tad poles between glasses & eyes, skin rash (Not as scary as the 911 ambo from Pembridge) I Got Ativan. 1 Last Night. Prescription for some. Hand Signals: Gunshot in the air, phone, hang up, phone

Which (give thanks) I will likely only ever need on a pa day or holiday. Hospital trespassing court date July 14th, 2025

Here is the script

I know it isn't white tad poles in my eyes and burning through my skin, I know its semen of a man that shouldn't have touched me in the first place - we'll focus on the brain connectors first.

Good treasure boxes don't burn me alive and come out like volcanoes. Bad treasure boxes do. Good treasure boxes wait for further directive from daddy.

lol im fine

[queentracylqh]

#Natures snows #gravities #rocksformations #soilages #spoilages #rotations #beems #frontlines #scoringcards #tarots #futures #presents #thenows #thepasts #trees #rosesareredandorange #roots

[exquisitexagony]

He’s in the middle of taking a long drink when the girl behind him gives him quite a surprise by suddenly speaking. He jumps, nearly spills the drink down his front, but quickly leans forward to prevent soilage. Head whips round to view the sudden intruder and when he sees her… Eyes soften. Yet he’s silent, still, blinking at her like she’s a ghost. He swallows down her harsh words, chews the inside of his lower lip.

The moment the bottle is taken from them, they don’t retaliate. They don’t do much of anything, in fact, just blink at her a bit drunkenly, though they had to admit they wished they were more drunk for this…Before they can even respond, a hand is colliding with their cheek, hard enough to leave a bright red mark behind. He turns along with it, remains facing away from her, his head ducked down as he blinks a few times to recover. A slow inhale. So much harder to hide his expression now that his hair is so short…How uncomfortable. Yet he seems to have mastered the blank stare already, a lack of responsive emotion on his face even after the slap.

Head lifts and the King looks up at Leo with that same blankness, blinks at her slowy. Surely she can see the exhaustion behind weary eyes. Only she could notice the slight slump in his shoulders scarcely noticeable in his attempted confident stature. Only she would see that sparkle of grief in his soft eyes.

“You are right,” they agree after her words. A small nod of their head, lips pressing together. “I deserved that.” A beat, then their expression narrows a bit in her direction. “What would you have me do, then?”

Eyes narrow as the girl stammers and stumbles over her excuses. Yet when she settles upon simply bowing her head and begging forgiveness, he seems satisfied. Expression lightens a bit and he nods. Without a word, he returns to the carpet where he’s meant to kneel in order to be officially crowned king. Yet it seems the title already precedes him even with his historical immaturity. 

There’s an exchange of words, a proper pronouncement as given by the royal advisor before the King is given his father’s crown, placed delicately atop his head as he arises. A brief speech, vows to bring peace and prosperity, and the hope to be able to live up to his father’s name and perhaps do even better than he in his stead. To make him proud.

It’s a brief monologue that quickly follows with the dismissal of everyone to join the festivities, whether in the town or in the castle depending upon status and invite. Those near enough to the King’s council would be so lucky to enjoy the feast at the castle, experience the opening of regalia presented from the other nations, and consume enough drink to fell a horse. For most of it, the King himself stays tucked away in a far corner, watching silently as the party goes on, a far removed response from that which he might have had in the past. He had been warned by his advisor on multiple ocassions not to be caught drinking lest rumblings of his drunkenness stir up revolt toward his name due to past engagements.

As a result, they’re left hiding in a corner, sipping wine when given enough shadow to hide it from various onlookers. Of course, they weren’t expected to interact with the other partygoers, so it was hardly seen as strange for them to stand so aloof…

It isn’t until after the feast, the opening of the gifts that bring both joy and shame—regalia that come with celebration and humiliation respectively—that he’s able to slip out into the gardens to catch a break from the drunkards laughing and dancing inside, shoulder stinging from one too many congrulatory slaps on the back. He’s seated on the step, a bottle of wine in hand now that he’s been allowed enough privacy to drink it. Of course, someone would likely be rather upset should they find him back there—he wasn’t meant to run off on his own for his safety, but he didn’t much care. He was the king, was he not? Twas his choice.

“Oh, father…what have you done,” he breathes out as he stares up at the stars. Exasperation. A long gulp of wine, the bottle held up in cheers to his father’s long lived reign. “Let me be as noble as you once were…”

[joestrummen]

me, when i had one laundry basket: i need two laundry baskets

me, now that i have two laundry baskets: i need a three laundry basket system

[fanart-for-life-bun]

Another ref for my au just dropped!

Meet Soilage, Gargantua's evil love and will join the story to even the odds :3

For legal reasons she's only my character, unrelated to any creator

Here's a sketch of the duo

[emci123]

The lack of our compulsory farmer kid who gets excited about bales and soilage was made up for by the child absolutely slating his county councils crap road works scheme

:)

[babylove007]

"I Would Consider Getting With Someone, So You Can Claimer Higher For Housing. They Give Out More." - Female OW Worker,

I hope she never forgets my face, processing the way she had just betrayed all of our children.

---------------------------------- 45 Portsmouth Nearly Room of Kitchen, 234 Brock St Pembridge x 2

How you betrayed our children.

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For Telling The Truth About Constable Paul Houwerchuck, Bowmanville, Ontario

Homeless Shelter & Death Penalty

Leukemia Stage: Seeping Soilage In Public, White Bus Driver Tad Poles In My Eyes, Baby In The Eaten Out Bone Cradle, between Lower Tibia and Talus.

[dedicatedfollower467]

so you know how in language you can have a singular and plural inflection for  nouns?

and then, like, dual and paucal forms in certain languages?

... can you also have a “zero” number?

okay so for example I’m working on a protolang for a conlang. the protolang doesn’t have plurals but does have count nouns that can take a number, so for example:

hilak ‘animal’ - ambiguous number - ‘an animal’ ‘the animals’ or ‘animal-kind’ all work as translations depending on context

fles nas hilak owo ‘animals’ - literally ‘all heads of animal’ i.e. all the animals

but they also use the count noun whenever they are talking about any specific number... including one and zero.

fles ti hilak owo ‘one animal’ lit. ‘one head of animal’

fles oso hilak owo ‘no animals’ lit. ‘zero/no heads of animal’

i was kiiiinda planning on having these count nouns evolve into grammatical plurals in the daughter language. for example:

stilag - ‘animal (singular)‘ from fles ti hilak owo

hilak - ‘animal-kind’ from hilak

snilag - ‘animals (plural)’ from fles nas hilak owo

(forms not set in stone since i haven’t actually done the sound changes for the daughter language yet)

but then i also was thinking about... basically a grammatical number of zero???

soilag - ‘no animals’ from fles oso hilak owo

idk if that’s... a thing? are there any real languages that have a grammatical number for ‘no instances of a thing?’

[warnurse]

Headcanon;; Healer’s uniform

While there is no single homogenous “look” or design for a Healer’s uniform, the following items are the most overarching garments worn by Healers as per Healing regulations & sanitary precautions for their line of work. Uniform can be suited to meet specific needs & preferences, ad are tailored to fit the specific person it is worn by, both functionally and stylistically.

Undergarments: Uniform typically begins with any type of undershirt, either short-sleeved or long-sleeved and form-fitting, and optionally a corset for extra pockets to be tied onto. Undershirts are made of cotton or linen, sometimes black or red is worn in the event of staining during work. Overshirt: on top of the undershirt is the overshirt, which is made of cotton for ease of washing. It is tailored specifically to its wearer to allow ease of movement, yet not loose to catch onto anything or get in the way. It may be thicker & warmer than the undershirt. Sleeve-coverings may also be added on to prevent spoilage of the overshirt. Breetches: From the waist down, all healers will wear high-waisted trousers to allow freedom of movement, most often worn in dark colors. They are form fitting but comfortable & not restricting, with deep pockets & hooks to allow for a belt or extra pockets to tie onto them. Padding & Mail: a layer of padded cotton & chainmail is optionally worn over the Overshirt & Breetches to protect the healer from any oncoming danger. Most often worn by combat medics. Thick, leather or hide armor may be worn in substitution for freedom of movement, though it is less effective. Full metal armor is rarely worn, as it is too restricting & unsanitary. Overcoat: worn for warmth & sanitary reasons. It is often made from leather, sometimes waxed, for sanitary purposes. Thickness, length, style, and so forth is tailored to the healer’s preference. Apron: Most Healers wear two aprons, one larger which will protect the rest of the Garb from soilage, & the other tied at the waist, with large & deep pockets to hold smaller, frequently used tools. Gloves: Healers will often have multiple pairs of gloves kept on their person, tailored specifically to fit their hands. The material is often made of linen or pig intestines, coated in a thin layer of wax. Gloves must be replaced often. Boots: Covering much of the healer’s legs are high-reaching boots, which are designed to be extremely grippy and prevent slippage, even on ice or blood. Thick Leather lined with wool is the most common type, for warmth. Healer’s shoes are known to be some of the highest quality among any profession.

[sweenajass-blog]

Steam car wash is best method to clean a car’s exterior as well as exterior by using steam vapor. The steam produced by the optima steamer enough hot and gentle to remove grease and soilage from the car and will not damage the car surface. The pressure of the steam is enough to break down all the dirt.

[lilbit-of-kizzy]

Washer/Dryer company employee 1: hey wanna fuck with the neurodivergents?

Employee 2: sure! How?

Emp1: let's make the machines estimate how long a cycle is, based on the weight/soilage/damp-ness of the clothes!

Emp2:...ok?

Emp1: BADLY estimate o-o

Emp2: GENIUS!!

[fanart-for-life-bun]

Happy spooky day 🎃👻