#steam wash machine

[hikeyzz]

my bathroom flooded today bc my upstairs neighbors have an unpermitted laundry machine installed and probably disconnected the hose spilling all the dirty laundry water down through my ceiling vent into my bathroom. i tried to clean it up as quick as i could but i don't have seven thousand towels to mop everything up with and now both the laminate in the bathroom and carpet outside the bathroom have very visible water damage. so. that's cooooooool

[bredforloyalty]

ah! sane, i maaay not be. to be determined

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

"It's like the actively want the bakers to fail."

Oh no. Are they giving it an ol' Food Network competition try, then?

ngl i have no idea what the food network does xhsndnskwkx but if they set ridiculous challenges that dont fit the brief of the show whilst not giving them enough time to complete the challenges and then criticise them for not leaping over the double decker bus they used instead of a hurdle then yeah, thats what they do

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The Ultimate Guide to Car Maintenance

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Best washing Machine For Laundry Use

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Is steam good for car paint?

When it comes to car cleaning methods, steam has gained popularity for its eco-friendliness and effectiveness.

Introduction Steam Car Wash When it comes to car cleaning methods, steam has gained popularity for its eco-friendliness and effectiveness. However, many car owners wonder if steam is suitable for their car’s paint. In this blog post, we will explore whether steam is good for car paint, discussing its benefits and considerations to help you make an informed decision about using steam as a…

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy. From dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen counter, where dishes tremble at every movement, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every trembling breath echoes against the walls. From the walls that fail to contain the moans, to the cabinets that shake in rhythm with moving hips. From the bedroom mirror that mercilessly reflects every taut muscle and every trace of nails down your back, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking everything: bodies, walls, and souls alike.

On the table, on the chair, on the floor, on the couch, on every piece of furniture that stands in your way. Missionary, with nails digging into your back. On top, with hands wrapped tightly around a throat. Reverse cowgirl, where the view alone drives you insane. From behind, with raised hips begging for more. Sideways, backwards, upside down, in every position that shifts with the rhythm of desire. On the dining table that groans under the weight. On the washing machine, vibrating in perfect sync with your movements. On the stairs, where every thrust reverberates like an echo through the house.

In the kitchen, where steam rises above pots, and the smell of spices mingles with the scent of overheated skin. On the windowsill, where moonlight illuminates every motion, every drop of sweat, every bite mark left on shoulders and necks. Against the fridge, its cold surface a stark contrast to the fire in your body. On the kitchen island, where hands grip the countertop and legs wrap around hips in a desperate plea for more.

In the living room, where the couch becomes a battlefield. Pillows thrown to the floor, the rug crumpled, furniture shifted, and the air thick with moans. On the coffee table, barely sturdy enough to handle the force. By the window, where curtains sway in time with your movements, the city lights outside flickering in rhythm. On the armchair, balancing on the edge, every tilt and angle pushing your pulse faster and faster.

Outside, where the cold air bites at your skin, but the heat of your bodies makes it irrelevant. On the terrace, where the night sky becomes your only witness. On the car hood, still warm from the day’s sun. In the trunk, where every movement feels like breaking the rules. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, and every moment feels like defying gravity.

In the car, where fogged-up windows shield what’s happening inside. On the back seat, where hands pull bodies closer. In the front seat, where the steering wheel barely stays in place. In a parking lot, where the risk of being caught makes your heart race even faster. By the side of the road, where the sound of passing cars merges with ragged breaths and muffled moans.

In the forest, where the scent of earth and dampness blends with the scent of skin. In a tent, where the thin fabric barely conceals the movements, and every sound carries through the trees. On the beach, where sand sticks to sweaty skin, and the crashing waves match the rhythm of your hips. In the water, where the waves cradle your bodies, every surge amplifying the pleasure.

In a hotel, where the bed never stays in one place. Where the mirrors on the ceiling reflect every moment. In the elevator, where time seems to freeze, and the space between floors becomes your entire world. In the restaurant’s backroom, where kitchen tools tremble on the shelves, and your bodies pulse with unrelenting desire.

In the bathroom, where the mirror fogs up, and the floor is slick with water. In the shower, where hands glide over wet skin, mouths never ceasing their search for each other. In the bathtub, where warm water envelops you, and the foam becomes the only veil between you and the heat.

Every inch of skin, every hidden curve, every nerve pushed to its breaking point. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling with tension, toes curling with every wave of pleasure. Breaths quickened, shallow, broken by endless screams and moans.

From the first touch to the final shudder, when your body quakes and your mind dissolves into pure bliss. From the first look that sparks the fire, to the final embrace that leaves you both spent. Without limits, without pauses, without mercy.

And then, there’s him—in uniform, the sight enough to ignite every nerve in your body. The crisp lines of his police uniform, the badge glinting under dim light, the holster at his side holding his weapon, a reminder of the authority he wields. The weight of his presence pins you in place, his voice low and commanding, each word sending shivers down your spine. His hands, firm and unyielding, trace your body as if asserting control, the leather of his belt brushing against your skin, the cold metal of his cuffs a silent threat and promise all at once. Against the wall, with his body pressed tightly to yours, his breath hot against your neck, the uniform and everything it represents only heightening the tension, the power dynamic pulling you deeper into unrelenting desire.

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.⋆｡The Morning After｡⋆.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Ghost was a big man, he loomed over everyone in the squad but you never dared to imagine how big he was everywhere until you accidentally walk in on him in the shower

Warnings: nudity, Ghost is fucking massive, horny thoughts, reader’s callsign is Pyro, implied smut, size difference WC: 1.3k

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You couldn’t look your LT in the eye, not that you could before but now it was even worse. You knew that he knew something was wrong but you were too damn stubborn and too damn embarrassed to clear it up. You could feel those striking brown eyes staring at the back of your head as you poured yourself a coffee from the ancient coffee machine. His gaze followed you as you bypassed your usual seat next to him and instead sat beside Soap, expertly positioning your body beside the Scott as to not see your superior.

“You’re next to me today then lass?” Soap threw an arm over your shoulders, shaking you with his excitement. 

“Regrettably, yes.” You snapped back, your exhausted state only adding to the annoyance you felt around the man you called your friend. He smirked, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What’s up yer ass today?” He asked right as you took a sip of the shitty coffee causing you to choke on the dark liquid, drawing the attention of the whole table to you. Soap beamed as you coughed and for a brief moment, your focus was not on the piercing gaze of Ghost.

“Nothing! Nothing, just didn’t sleep well.” You forced your attention to the front of the room where Captain Price was beginning his morning debrief.

Getting lost in the monotonous tones of the Brit, your mind began to wander to the events of last night.

Your entire body was covered in a layer of grime and sweat, a consequence of having to test out the new training course for the recruits coming in next week. You had been chosen ‘at random’ but knew that it was because you were the youngest of the 141 and thus at the bottom of the pecking order.

All you could think about after being in the cold mud and rain for a solid three hours (you had to run through it multiple times of course to make sure it was sound) was a steaming hot shower and maybe a quick version of your skin care routine. 

Your feet dragged as you made your way to the showers, confident that you would be able to enjoy the room to yourself considering that it was nearing 1 in the morning, not hearing the gentle cascade of water already running over the sound of your own self-pity.

You beelined for your favourite stall but froze when you finally noticed the man standing under the steam. There was no question of who stood before you, the sheer size of him pointed to only one person on your squad.

Water rolled down his broad back like a river, snaking its way over scar tissue and muscle, reddening his skin with its heat. His shoulders rolled as his hands worked through his short dirty blonde hair, washing away the standard issues shampoo that clung to his locks.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes drift lower, settling on the pert cheeks of his ass and his strong, thick legs. Heat crawled up your neck and it was only partially because of the warm temperature of the shower. You held your breath as he turned to reach for the bar of soap sitting on the shelf beside him, exposing his profile to you.

Your eyes went wide and wetness pooled between your plump thighs. Good lord he was so-

“Pyro, we need you to run through the training course again. Ghost will help you out.” You were physically shaken from your daydream by your captain’s voice with the accompanying laugh from the man next to you. Your eyes flicked back up to your commanding officer.

“I must’ve run that thing 50 times sir. It works fine!” The older man raised an eyebrow at you before crossing his arms over his chest and levelling a disappointed look your way.

“Fine is not good enough. You’ll run it until Ghost thinks it’s enough.”

Soap, obviously finding amusement in your torment, said. “You’ll be runnin that course blindfolded if Riley has anything to do with it.” You groaned in annoyance and let your head fall to the table with a thud, ignoring the jeers of your teammates. 

The rest of the day’s tasks were dolled out and the team was quickly dismissed, leaving only you and Simon in the room. He cleared his throat but before he could speak, you shot up. “I’ll meet you down there, I gotta hit the head.”

You scrambled from the room, leaving the giant alone smirking under his balaclava. 

——————

“Faster!” Ghost barked, his voice booming between the obstacles. You growled in frustration, redoubling your efforts as you scaled the 12 ft wall in the centre of the course. You had already beaten your record three times over, yet this seemed to not be enough for your LT.

You reached for the rope at the top, your fingertips just grazing the braided fibres but right as you were about to grab for it, your other arm finally gave out after hours of work and you began to fall backwards. 

Before the scream could escape your lips, your body was cradled in something warm and comfortable. When you were sure that you hadn’t just slammed into the ground, you opened one of your eyes and came face-to-mask with Ghost.

You could tell he was smiling behind that caricature of a skull by the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. You huffed and attempted to wriggle out of his arms, desperately forcing yourself not to think about how warm and fucking massive they were. “Now where ya goin there Pyro. That was a big fall, I’d hate to see ya hurt.” His voice was even deeper than normal, husky and raw. It made your cunt clench around nothing.

“I um-“ You started to say but you were quickly cut off by a tut from your superior officer.

“I think we’re done for the day Sergeant, you’ve obviously proved your… endurance.” He said the last word like it was dirty, his brown eyes growing even darker as his biceps flexed, keeping you pinned to his chest. Something in your stomach fluttered. Even holding you up to him, Ghost was still looming over you, the shadow of his bulk blocking out the sunlight that licked at his broad shoulders.

Your gaze flicked to where the black of his mask clung to his lips before you caught yourself and forced your eyes elsewhere. “Yes lieutenant.” Simon chuckled and lowered you, more gently than you would’ve thought him capable, to the dusty ground of the training area. 

“Good girl.” He purred and for a second, you thought that maybe you had actually bashed your head and now you were hallucinating. Ghost kept a paw-like hand wrapped around your elbow, preventing you from sprinting off.

“S-sir?” 

“Ya know ye aren’t as sneaky as ya think ya are Pyro. If ya wanted ta join me for a shower, ya coulda. Don’t cha deny it, could feel those pretty eyes of yours searing inta me from 50 paces.” Your heart dropped.

“Oh god sir, ‘m so sorry, it was a total accident. It’ll never happen again.” His grip tightened, making your mouth snap shut with an audible click.

“Now when did I say tha I didn’t want tha?” His head tilted, the deep brown of his eyes glinting mischievously as he lowered himself closer to your face. “How ‘bout I show ya what ya missed out on a give ya a proper reward for bein such a good little girl?” 

It was all you could do to nod your head and not collapse to the ground with a pathetic whimper. The edge of his mask shifted as he smirked down at you. 

——————

“Sorry I’m late Captain, won’t happen again.” You limped into the briefing room, dark bags marring your cheeks. Price nodded at you and continued his debrief for the day. You winced as you plopped down in the only open seat, ending up right next to Soap for the second day in a row.

“Ye look li shite.” He leaned over to you. You jabbed your index and middle fingers into his ribs, making Johnny jump slightly and earning him a glare from Price. “Jausus, Ghost musta really battered ya ta make ya so bitchy today.” 

You smirked and caught said lieutenant’s eye. “He really fucking did.” 

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[softshuji]

Mikey's voice is light.

It's tinkly, a little melodic, a little soft, airy- sounding, like a breeze coming through an open window.

You like how it sounds when he speaks, when he laughs, and especially when he says your name, the little 'chin' at the end he hasn't quite dropped despite being well into adulthood.

You like it even now, a thousand miles away, the tinkly breeze of his voice inundated by the crackle of the receiver, and the occasional shuffle as he takes another bite of a snack on hand.

And he always hums between it, changes position in his bed, an occasional "oof" as he turns over and presses the phone to his ear.

He likes your voice but he's not half as good with the words to describe it. He says it's "pretty" that's it - he likes your accent, the way your mouth forms certain words, the lilting foreignness of his name on your tongue, when you elongate "manjiro" to get his attention.

He's never said it mind you, but he thinks you know it already- or at least he hopes you do. You talk a lot with him, and he's surprised by how much he likes listening.

He's never been the type to slow himself down for anyone, take such a vested interest but it's different with you. He likes the wait, the "uhm" you do before you answer a question, the hum that often accompanies your thoughts.

Like now when you're quiet and he can tell that you're thinking, can almost imagine your eyes fixed to a spot with a frown.

'Hey 'jiro, can I ask a question?' you say now and your voice is punctuated by the rhythmic thump of the washing machine in the room adjacent.

It's a nice sound, helps to ground him sometimes. These almost nightly calls where you're letting him into your space even if it isn't physically. A reminder that you're there, that you're always there.

'Mhm? Yeah?' and he takes a bite of steaming hot taiyaki, winces when the steam seems to burn his tongue and you suppress a laugh at how he curses a "shit that's hot" and takes a swig of juice.

It's almost too comfortable at times like this. You could easily get lost in it- moments that never seem to end, the atmosphere punctuated by a tension that never breaks, a siren somewhere that reminds you of how far the two of you are, the lull in the line where the signal breaks.

And it's almost too easy to say, when you whisper a 'What would you do if you were in love with someone?'

And the silence is palpable, terrifyingly loud.

He stops chewing, eyes widening, a hand half halted in the air as he stares at the receiver, a sinking ache that settles in his tummy.

But he's Mikey, he's manjiro. And he's always known what that meant - the type that never lets anything bother him too much- the type that never cries in front of others- the type that has to be the man you need even if you don't feel like you need him.

'Huh?' he says, a little forced, a lump of taiyaki suddenly caught in his throat. 'You in love with someone or something?'

'Maybe I am. And maybe you know them.'

He lifts an eyebrow, the ache snaking towards his ribs. 'I know them?' and then, a sudden burst of noise. 'Is it ken-chin?! Oh you know ken-chin is in love with Emma-'

'No dummy! It's not ken-chin! I know he's with Emma, I'm not that mean that I'd go after your sisters boyfriend y'know.'

And he laughs unexpectedly at your sudden outburst, and it makes the tension a little easier to bear despite what he knows is coming, a rejection and hurt that he's spent a long time preparing for.

'Oh so not ken-chin,' he says and rolls over, propping his chin up in a hand that now discards the taiyaki wrapper on the bedside table. 'So do I get a clue?'

'No,' you say now, your voice broken by the pop-pop of a car exhausting it's engine outside. 'I didn't say I would tell you who it was y'know. But think...a little closer to home maybe.'

'Oh.......'I get it.' A beat. 'You're in love with Emma!'

'No?! When I said closer to home I didn't mean it like that!' You huff in faux annoyance, and he smiles to himself, the tug of his lips instinctual when he senses the irritation in you, and it hurts to prolong this kind of pain, to slowly tug the band-aid.

'Mhm, you could just tell me yknow, maybe I could help set you up.'

And you roll onto your back, stretch out a hand to the window where the moon sits on a branch, the white ivory of it cracked by the grey mist of the clouds.

'I do not trust you as far as I could throw you when it comes to matchmaking me manjiro.'

'Hey!' he says, a familiar pout as he stretches his hand towards the window on his own side, the edge of his white tank top riding up as he shifts onto his back. 'I'm not that bad. You saying I couldn't find someone who treats you like a princess?'

I could.

You giggle, a slip of a laugh despite the brewing tears. 'I don't doubt it, but no, I don't need you to matchmake me. And besides you're getting off topic. I asked what would you do if you were in love with someone....someone you knew.'

And you sigh, a half stifled thing that you hope he doesn't notice, hope is lost somewhere in the end to end encryption. And he pauses in thought, turning it over on his tongue, the familiar ache, the pain that never ends when he speaks to you, a dread that always follows the searing hurt of your smile across his chest. 'Mhm, depends who they were. Someone close?'

'I guess so. We're...best friends. At least I'd like to think so.'

'Excuse me, you have other best friends that aren't me?!'

You stiffen, pull back a little, a dangerously close dip to the truth. 'I didn't - that's not the point!' you huff, hoping it hides enough, hoping you're still elusive. 'Would you tell them?'

And his heart thunders across his ribs, a plummet into his stomach, a redness that spills across the ivory of his skin. He lapses into a silence then, a quietness punctuated by the thwack of the branches on the window.

'Jiro?'

'Huh? Oh yeah sorry, got distracted by something.' And he clears his throat, swallowing the ache, the spiky slice of a knife edge across his chest. 'I would only tell them if I knew they liked me too, if I was sure.'

'And....how would you be sure?' A whisper dripped down the line.

His tongue is heavy, clinging to the roof of his mouth, a weight that's heavy and suffocating. 'I don't know, I don't think you could be without being honest.'

'But being honest means you might be wrong, because what if they don't like you back? Especially as your best friend.'

You muffle the sniffle, time it perfectly with the roll onto your side, the moon now falling and hidden entirely by the trees, a white ring of light that cracks through the branches.

'Yeah....' he says, a trail of a murmur that's soft and silky. 'I guess you don't really know unless you try.'

And he hates that he holds out hope, that he wishes he could hear it even now, knowing what he knows, and hoping to hold on anyway.

'Mhm...yeah you're right.' A crash, a crescendo, an end. 'Anyway, 'Jiro, it's late, I gotta go okay?'

'Yeah, yeah me too,' he says, a disappointment crashing through his bones. 'I'll see you tomorrow yeah?'

'Mhm, goodnight 'Jiro.'

'Goodnight Princess.'

And he holds the phone to his ear long after you're gone, watching the moon fall further down, a hand of his stretched out towards it, knowing somehow somewhere you're doing the same.

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Day Seven: Bang Chan

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Smut.. wet smut [18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1.1k

Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin | Day Four: Jisung | Day Five: Lee Know | Day Six: Seungmin |

“10 more minutes.” You groan, trying to stifle a big yawn as you look down at the treadmill. You were on a new self care journey or some shit that your roommate was forcing you to get into, which is how you found yourself finishing your workout at 5:30 in the goddamn morning.

When your 10 minutes were finally up, you got off the machine, wiping it down before texting a few choice words to your roommate. She was supposed to meet you here at 4:30am this morning, after promising you she wouldn't miss it, even after spending the night with her boyfriend. She was a fucking liar and you despised her at the moment.

You take a sip of water as you walk towards the ladies locker room, desperately needing to take a shower before you have breakfast and head to your first class of the day. You wrap yourself in your towel and grab toiletries, walking to the showers when you notice a big sign on the door.

“Out of order.” You read. “Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You storm out of the locker room, looking around the gym. No one else was there but you. You glance over at the men's shower room. You were going to be quick, just a body wash, you'd be in and out before anyone knew what you were doing. You quickly walk over there, looking around the room one more time before heading you. You push the door open, walking in, you're surprised as you're met with a face of steam. You walk in a little further, wondering if the last person had left the showers on. You take your towel off, hanging it up as you walk into the giant common shower. The steam clears, and that's when you see him.

Chan.

You'd seen him around the gym before and always thought he was extremely hot but you were much too shy to ever talk to him. But here he was, standing before you. One hand on the wall, the other wrapped around his thick, hard cock. His head is thrown back, biting his lip as the veins in his arm protrude out while he pumps his cock. You can feel your cunt get wet instantly as you watch him. The soft moans escaping from his lips as he slides his hand up and down his shaft. You were so fucking horny, just for him. You knew you shouldn't be there but you couldn't stop watching him. You licked your lips as you stared at his dick, eagerly wanting to please him.

You're unsure of what came over you, but brave and bold Y/N had decided to come out and play this morning. You drop your body wash on the floor, strutting towards him. He opens his eyes, turning his head to see naked you standing in front of him. He jumps back, releasing his cock as he tries to come up with something to say.

“You look like you could use some help.” You smile, biting your lip as your eyes graze his body up and down.

“Y/N.” He breathes, his voice deep and hoarse. You drop down to your knees in front of him. He looks down at you as you take his cock in your hand, leaning into it, opening your mouth, wrapping your lips around his tip. You maintain eye contact as you swirl your tongue around him before taking more and more of him in your mouth. You watch as his lips part, quiet gasps fill the shower room as you swallow his cock.

“Fuck.” He grunts, grabbing your head with both his hands. You open your mouth letting him fuck your mouth as tears fill your eyes. He looks down at you, taking all of him in your mouth, and it makes him want you even more.

“Such a good girl.” He groans, pulling his dick from your mouth. You wipe the precum and saliva from your face as he helps you up off the floor. He picks you up almost effortlessly, pinning you against the wall. His chilled chest presses against you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He drops you down a little, lining his cock up with your hole, harshly shoving himself into you. You moan loudly as he rams his cock in and out of you, your tits bouncing as he rails you against the wall. Your hand squeezes his bicep, trailing down his arm to his hand. He wraps his large hand around your wrist, pinning your arm now against the wall also.

“Shit.” You cry, squeezing yourself around him, your clit rubbing against him as you bounce from his thrusts.

“Fuck, I've dreamt about what you'd feel like around my cock.” He moans into your ear. He drops your arm, instead wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Oh god.. Chan.” You whine, your hands roaming his body, wherever you can reach. You move up to his hair, grabbing a clump as he continues to fuck you harder, the shower water pouring down on both of you. Besides running water the only thing you can hear is the sounds of both your pants filling the room. You can feel yourself so close to cumming as his cock keeps hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum.” You scream, your body tensing, your toes curling as your orgasm washes over you, causing you to jolt, but it doesn't slow him down. Chan continues to pump into you, desperate for his own release. He suddenly pulls out of you, you slide back down onto the floor, back onto your knees as he smiles at you. You open your mouth, you already knew. You watch him stroking his cock, your tongue out as you wait for him to cum.

“Fuck.” He hisses as he finally cums. He shoots his large load onto your tongue, some of it also landing on your face. His chest heaving as he slows down his pumps, milking himself for every single drop of cum inside him.

You close your mouth, your eyes still locked on his as you swallow his load with a smile on your face.

The look he had on his face, you swore he could have cum again from the sight. Chan turns off the shower, helping you off the floor again.

“Do.. would you.. like to grab breakfast?” He asks. You eagerly nod your head. Suddenly you weren't so mad at your roommate anymore.

[bookshelfdreams]

I think, for every one of us, there is a popular post that we hate A Lot, because it is either factually wrong or reductive, and while this isn't the post I hate The Most, it still irks me.

So, here's how to care for natural fibres:

Wool: Does not like to be washed, but that doesn't mean it can't get wet. What is problematic is the agitation in combination with heat and soap - that leads to felting. Wool garments do not go in the washing machine (unless they're superwash treated, but even then, I would skip the spin cycle) or dryer. However! Wool makes up for that by being antibacterial and repelling dirt. A wool garment will not smell, as long as you treat it right (ie air it out, do not stuff it into storage damp, etc). It will not need to be washed often. If you do wash it, soak with wool detergent, gently squeeze, dry lying flat (if you wring it or hang it up, it will stretch out).

Silk: DO NOT PUT IT IN THE DRYER WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU. Some silks can be gently(!!!!!!) washed in the washing machine, no spin cycle, dry lying flat. Washing can compromise the structural integrity of both the fabric and garment; something stiff, that needs to keep its shape (for example, jackets or dresses, dupion) goes to the dry cleaner. It is true that flowy, light silks, such as habotai, can generally withstand the washing machine - but it will make the fabric age faster. Wear underwear to protect your garment from sweat, and you won't have to wash it as often.

Cotton: We all know how to care for cotton. Moving along. (I will say one thing, cotton is the only one of these fibres that really does stink, and needs to be washed the most.)

Linen: Will not care about temperature shocks or mechanical stress, that much is true. However. Linen does not like dry heat at all, if you want your linens to last a long time, do not put them in the dryer. Do not iron them dry either, always use either steam or spray them with water (ideally, both). Linen also doesn't take colour as well as cotton and bleaches easily, so turn your colourful linens inside out, wash them on low temperature, and don't dry them in direct sunlight.

In general, tumble drying significantly shortens the lifespan of any garment, even cotton. As does fabric softener (and its general usefulness is questionable, to say the least). Avoid both as much as possible.

[chemicalsgreenz]

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[etherealval]

i love your blurbs sm!! i was thinking it would be so cute to read matt or chris helping their gf/wife postpartum and take her first shower in the hospital after giving birth 🥹 i imagine she’d be in sm pain and they would be so gentle and loving to help her

a/n: my first ever request!!!! thank you so much and so sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy this :,)

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the hospital room was still and dim, the only light coming from a small lamp by the bed. your newborn, swaddled tightly, lay sleeping in the bassinet nearby, her soft breaths barely audible over the faint hum of the machines. exhaustion weighed down on you like a heavy blanket, your body aching in ways you couldn’t have prepared for. even the thought of moving felt like a monumental task.

matt sat beside you, his hand brushing lightly over yours. “hey, gorgeous” he said softly, breaking the quiet. “i know you’ve been through a lot, but i think a shower might help.”

you looked at him, hesitant. “i don’t know if i can,” you murmured.

he shook his head gently, leaning in closer. “you don’t have to do anything,” he said, his voice steady. “let me help you, okay?”

there was no judgment in his eyes, no rush. just care. with a small nod, you agreed, and matt’s face softened with relief. he stood, moving around the room with quiet determination, grabbing the little bag of toiletries, a towel, and one of the soft hospital robes. then, he turned back to you. “we’ll take it slow,” he said, offering his hand.

standing was harder than you thought, the ache in your legs and back making every movement feel fragile, but matt was there, his arm steady around your waist. he didn’t rush you, matching your pace as you shuffled toward the bathroom, his grip firm and unwavering.

when you reached the small tiled space, he eased you down onto the shower chair, crouching in front of you. “is this okay?” he asked, his tone careful.

“yeah,” you whispered, though you weren’t entirely sure if you were talking to him or convincing yourself. matt turned the shower on, testing the temperature with his hand. steam rose, filling the room, and for the first time since the birth, you felt something like relief settle over you.

“just warm enough?” he asked, glancing back at you.

you nodded, and he adjusted the stream before stepping closer. his hands moved with a kind of reverence, helping guide you under the gentle spray of water. he started with your hair, his fingers threading through it delicately as he worked the shampoo into a lather. “this okay?” he murmured. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

“yeah, it feels nice.” you whisper

he chuckled softly, his voice filled with a quiet warmth. “good. you deserve that.”

as he rinsed your hair, he was careful, making sure the water didn’t run down your face too fast. when he moved on to washing your body, his hands were light, every motion intentional.

“i still can’t believe what you just did,” he said after a moment, his voice almost awed.

you opened your eyes, looking at him through the steam. “what do you mean?”

“you brought our beautiful daughter into the world,” he said simply, his gaze meeting yours. “you’re incredible.”

his words made your chest tighten, tears springing to your eyes before you could stop them. “i don’t feel incredible,” you admitted, your voice cracking.

matt paused, crouching down so he was eye level with you. “you are,” he said firmly. “even if you don’t feel it right now, i see it. every second of it.”

he kissed your damp forehead, lingering for a moment before standing again, resuming his careful work.

once you were rinsed and dried, he wrapped the soft robe around you, tying it gently at your waist. “almost done,”

he said, brushing a strand of hair back from your face as he led you back to the bed. the walk was slow, but with matt’s arm around you, it felt easier. when you were finally settled back under the covers, clean and warm, a deep sense of relief washed over you.

matt pulled the chair close to your bedside, his hand finding yours again. “i’ll stay here,” he said, his voice quiet but certain.

“you’re amazing,” you whispered, your throat tight with gratitude.

he smiled, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “no,” he said, shaking his head softly. “you are.”

the baby stirred in her bassinet, a tiny whimper breaking the stillness, but matt didn’t move. instead, he sat there with you, his presence grounding you, his love a constant, steady thing. for the first time since you’d arrived at the hospital, you felt like yourself again.