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Revolutionizing Car Care in Jamshedpur: The Service on Clap Experience

In the bustling city of Jamshedpur, where the daily grind often takes a toll on our vehicles, the need for a reliable and convenient car wash service has never been more evident. In response to this demand, Service on Clap has emerged as a game-changer in the automotive grooming industry, redefining the way car owners experience cleanliness and maintenance and Car wash In Jamshedpur.

Unparalleled Convenience at Your Doorstep

Service On Clap stands out as a beacon of innovation in the crowded car wash market by bringing the cleaning experience directly to customers' doorsteps. No longer do car owners have to navigate through traffic to reach a car wash facility, wasting precious time in the process. Instead, with a few taps on their smartphones, they can schedule a car wash at their preferred location and time.

The on-demand nature of Service on Clap services is a breath of fresh air for individuals with hectic schedules who find it challenging to allocate time for traditional car wash visits. Whether it's at home, the workplace, or any other convenient location, Service on Clap team of skilled professionals arrives equipped to provide a comprehensive car care experience without disrupting the customer's routine.

Eco-Friendly Practices for a Sustainable Tomorrow

Beyond the convenience factor, Service on Clap is committed to environmental sustainability. In an era where ecological consciousness is paramount, the company employs eco-friendly products and water-saving techniques to minimize its environmental footprint.

By embracing sustainable practices, Service on Clap not only delivers a pristine shine to vehicles but also contributes to the broader goal of responsible water usage. This eco-conscious approach resonates with environmentally-aware consumers who seek services that align with their values and Air Purifier In Kolkata.

Professional Excellence and Comprehensive Services

At the heart of Service on Clap success lays its team of skilled and trained professionals. These experts go beyond traditional car washing to offer a range of services, from exterior cleaning to comprehensive interior detailing. Each service is tailored to meet the diverse needs of customers, ensuring that every nook and cranny of a vehicle receives the attention it deserves.

The use of cutting-edge techniques sets Service on Clap apart from conventional car wash facilities. The professionals utilize advanced equipment and high-quality cleaning agents to ensure that the results exceed customer expectations. The attention to detail is not just a service promise but a commitment to delivering a superior car care experience.

Time Efficiency: A Key Element of Service on Clap Success

One of the standout features of Service on Clap is its commitment to time efficiency. Recognizing that time is a valuable commodity; the company has structured its services to minimize wait times for customers. The on-demand model ensures that the car wash team arrives promptly at the scheduled time, ready to transform the vehicle into a sparkling masterpiece.

This focus on time efficiency is particularly appealing to busy professionals, families, and anyone who values their time. By eliminating the need for time-consuming trips to a car wash facility, Service On Clap provides a hassle-free solution that fits seamlessly into the lives of its customers.

Customer-Centric Approach and Reliability

Service on Clap success is built on a customer-centric approach. The company understands the unique needs and preferences of its clientele, and its services are designed to exceed expectations. The reliability of Service On Clap has earned it a stellar reputation in Jamshedpur, with satisfied customers praising the company for its professionalism and commitment to quality.

The ability to trust that your vehicle is in capable hands is a cornerstone of Service on Clap appeal. From the moment a service is booked to the completion of the car wash, customers can expect a seamless and trustworthy experience. This reliability has cultivated a loyal customer base that continues to grow as word spreads about the exceptional service provided by Service on Clap.

The Future of Car Care in Jamshedpur

As Service on Clap continues to thrive in Jamshedpur, it symbolizes a shift in the way car owners approach vehicle maintenance. The on-demand, eco-friendly, and customer-focused model adopted by Service on Clap is not just a trend but a reflection of changing consumer preferences.

The company's success serves as an inspiration for others in the automotive grooming industry to rethink their approaches and adopt innovative solutions. The days of long queues at car wash facilities and the inconvenience of coordinating a wash during busy hours may be numbered, thanks to pioneers like Service on Clap.

Conclusion

Service on Clap has not merely introduced a car wash service in Jamshedpur; it has revolutionized the entire car care experience. By combining convenience, environmental responsibility, professional excellence, and a customer-centric approach, the company has set new standards in the industry.

As more car owners in Jamshedpur discover the benefits of Service on Clap, it's clear that the company is not just a service provider but a driving force behind a transformative shift in how we care for our vehicles. In the city's fast-paced lifestyle, Service on Clap stands as a beacon of efficiency and reliability, ensuring that every car receives the pampering it deserves without disrupting the lives of its owners.

[brennan-lee-mother]

Ally Beardsley miming ripping up the carpet was really hot who said that?

[ryllen]

OH NO CRINGEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[officialmiintee]

one piece / brothers

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Could you possibly do a hobie brown with a big chested ! Chubby ! Reader?

Like reader doesn’t wear tank tops, belly shirts, hates when hobie tries to get her to sit on his lap, ect.

(Once again if you don’t want to do this request please ignore it)

(hey! Sure I can and shout out to my love @blair-the-juggalho for helping me with British lingo, my true love 😍)

Hobie Brown x Big Chested!Chubby!Reader

Hobie is very straight forward on what he likes, does not like and just what he wants in general

Your looks are not something that bothers him, he thinks you look amazing

He mainly likes you if you liked him, and for himself

Ya feel me?

He doesn't mind your style, he would like of you took a few of his clothes though

One of those guys who are melting at the sight of their partner in their shirt, and it looks like they're only wearing their shirt

He thinks you look absolutely beautiful

He likes having arm around your waist, hand on your hip or hand in your pocket

Or holding your hand while his hands are in his pockets

Very casual PDA like that

You being chubby doesn't bother him, really

He likes putting his head on your stomach or in your boobs

Falls asleep there many, many times

He's not one who's gonna like, touch you very badly or touch you inappropriately

Just little touches, and he doesn't mind if you don't like lots of affection

He isn't to big on big affection like that either so you guys go well

But he probably would like having you on his lap from time to time

When you told him you didn't like that he was a big bummed, but he got over it

In his words

“Right love, ya don’t have t’ do aught ya don’t wanna. I won’t be mad. But if ya think I’d judge ya for it ya must be mental. I love ya!”

(Don't come for me, come for @blair, I stole her British lingo and she helped me with this 🤫)

He doesn't mind at all

He wouldn't force you to do something you're obviously not comfortable with

However if it was because of insecurity or you feel like you're to heavy, he is very keen on proving that wrong

Would just have you in his lap to prove

He wouldn't tho if u actually just don't like it

Same thing with clothes

He thinks you look good in any style you wear

Either baggy, tight, dresses, skirts, jeans, anything he thinks you look good

Is always encouraging you and hyping you up from behind you as you get ready

Thinks you look nice in anything so he cannot choose

He encourages you to wear whatever you want, and as long as you like it so does he

If you think you don't look good in something or you think you're too big he is shocked

"Don't ya' say that!"

He is offended for you

[skyartworkzzz]

WE HAVE NO AIR CONDITIONER TONIGHT BOYS AND MY FAN IS WEAK

IM MELTING IN MY SHEETS THIS IS PAINFUL

[smolerthanthediagram]

Just saw a post about how studies path is different for everyone and it reminded me of how I loved the Good Will Hunting reference in Community and how it shows some interesting anti ellitist views about career choices and social class

Im adding a link of the scene in question for context but for those who can't watch it, in s1 ep24 there are some math students struggling to resolve a puzzle on a green board. Then they are gone and Troy approaches, takes a chalk, stares at the board, ans just goes away with the chalk lol, before stopping at the water machine to drink, but sees it's not working, so he then proceeds to repair it like he has been doing this his whole life. Then he leaves and two plumbers, who saw the scene, come to talk to him, too late.

First the gag is really funny, like textbook setup payoff joke, but with a double payoff because the first one is that Troy is not good at logic so it shouldnt be a surprise he doesn't resolve the puzzle. But because we all know good will hunting we are still expecting it. But this would have been unsatisfying/unfinished if Troy would have resolved nothing at all, and so instead he repairs the pipes of the water machine, and this is how we get to see his actual gift : repairing stuff.

Troy in this gag is a mirror of Will : just like him, he is in a life path that can't make him discover and exploit his true potential ; like him his speciality is almost a gift, something he has intuitively, and that he is always good at, and can get him to prestigious places (Troy later learns he is the chosen one to plumbing school AND AC repair school, and even becomes the Messiah of the latter and saves someone's life and restores justice with his gift - s3 ep 22). But on the surface, Troy has an opposite path from will : while Will starts as a janitor and ends up as a student, Troy does the opposite: he starts as a student and becomes a worker of manual labour, something that, in our world, is seen as less valuable, and a downgrade from his former status. But not in Greendale. Here the ac repair school is like this masonic organisation that controls Greendale's budget and by doing so holds the actual power, because they are the only ones who can actually guarantee their students a job at the end of their cursus.

And while it sounds crazy, it is not far from the truth. Speaking for myself, I tried (and failed) a master degree in human sciences only to find out I wouldn't have been sure to find a job with it anyways because long studies are not valuable anymore, whereas almost all the people I know who did short studies and more manual labor are in a more stable situation than me. I also have ADHD, and I'm almost sure Troy has as well which explains in part the struggling in this capitalist élitiste system. While classes give Troy a hard time to focus or study, repairing is something Troy is actually good at, and the series explains it by making a parallel with air conditioning and people, because "the true repairman will repair men" (s3 ep 22). Troy seems to actually use his high emotional intelligence (yet again something seen as less valuable than logic etc) to repair stuff because he know how things and people work. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have extended knowledge about everything because he is best at focusing on what's just before him and between his hands. This way community shows another look on manual labor and it's actual value, because let's not forget that without it the whole society litteraly falls appart.

PS : just a reminder that I know that choosing a job is very often not motivated by gift or passion because capitalism and so the ones in power need poor people who have nothing to lose to do the physical, hurting labor while the rich get to choose. This post was just taking about these jobs are seen as inferior because they are mostly done by people with low education, but that doesn't mean these jobs don't require actual skills and knowledge, on the contrary. Just wanted to clarify a bit

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

I don’t care what the plot of the community movie is as long as it starts with a shot of Troy and Abed cuddled together in bed and sleepily singing “Troy and Abed in the morning” as they wake up

[cockdestroyer32]

home.

peter b. parker x fem!reader

word count: 2190

summary: you're used to taking care of peter, but today, you're sick, and he's ready to take care of you.

a/n: yes him again what about it

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The apartment was awfully quiet. The sounds of a knife tapping against a cutting board and of water bubbling inside a pot were replaced by an irritatingly calming, yet uncanny, sound of nothing. Peter could hear the occasional car honking from the busy streets of New York underneath him and the distant sound of the television in your bedroom, but he still missed the sound of your voice babbling to him about the most random thing in the entire planet, all so he wouldn’t linger in the moment he had to sign the paper that definitively cut the string that tied him and MJ together. You’d sit next to him and the both of you would have dinner while watching an episode of one of those random detective shows that always seem to be on TV at any hour, and just for a little while, things would feel normal. But that’s not happening today, nor on any day of the rest of the week. ‘Cause you’re sick. 

When you get sick, you act like you’re on death’s door. You’ll just lie in bed all day looking like a baby who got their favorite toy taken away. And you get clingy. When you and Peter were both 20, living together in a tiny apartment after college robbed you of every last dime, it was normal for you to cling to him during these moments. The flu brought out a sort of neediness in you you didn’t understand. The first time it’d happened, he’d snickered and very gently pushed you away after, a very generous, 10 minutes of hugging. Defeated, you retrieved to your room, throwing your body on the mattress, where you lay on your stomach, your cheek and the corner of your upper lip squished and elevated from your awkward position. You didn’t even get under the blankets, so melodramatically tired you refused to lift the covers over your shoulders. Though hours later, you’d found Peter had done it for you instead, his head buried on your shoulder and his arm draped over your ribs.

You were 99% sure he did it because he felt guilty. Deep down, Peter B. Parker had always been a softie.

You’d gotten used to your sickly routine, though when Peter met Mary Jane, and shortly after you met your own partner, the snuggling obviously stopped. Peter got down on one knee for MJ and both of you moved out of the little apartment you’d learned to call home. 

Now at 38 and with a divorce on his belt, Peter’s the one clinging to you. It’d be kind of funny really, if it wasn’t for how crushing it was to have to hold him as he held back tears.

But today there were no tears. In fact, there was none of the slouching or huffing or eyebrow furrowing that’d plagued Peter for the past month. He’d felt…normal, for once. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking of the red hair and the dimples and freckles, he was thinking of the arms that wrapped around him and held him tight every day for the last 30 days, the voice that told him it was okay and the hands that stroked his hair and made them dinner every night. The hands that were clutching to a blanket at this very moment. 

He got up.

He was worried for you. Yes, it was just the flu, but he knows how you get. Plus, after how you’ve taken care of him the last month the least he could do was…well, everything.

He walked over to your bedroom and very slowly nudged the door that had already been open a few inches. Inside, you were in bed, underneath the covers, one end of the blanket tucked under your head as you used it as a pillow. There was that familiar frown, your eyes looking like you might just start crying at any second, though they’re never glassy, the lips that almost pout, and quiver every now and then when you shut your eyes tightly as you just can’t bear the stuffy nose and scratchy throat anymore. 

It is a strangely adorable sight.  

You look at the TV, though Peter is almost sure you’re not paying attention, and you don’t look at Peter who now stands at the doorway either, you probably see him there, you’re just too grumpy to look or say anything. Another thing Peter is almost sure about.

Peter’s hand reaches for the back of his shoes and he pulls them off, dropping them to the ground without much care. Now displaying his white socks, he crawls into bed beside you and drops his body on the mattress with a groan. He stares at your back and the bit of your cheek he can spot for a little while, before finally speaking up.

“Wanna cuddle?” he asks.

“Oh, thank God,” you flip around on the bed, not wasting a second as you wrap your arms around him and gleefully place your cheek over his chest. He chuckles and puts his palm on the back of your head, cradling it. Comfy.

“You sure this is alright with you?” you ask quietly, not opening your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s alright,” he says. “I kind of missed this actually…”

“…You missed me clinging to you while I can’t stop coughing and have a runny nose?” Despite how worn-out you feel, you smile. You’ll always have the energy to poke fun at him. He laughs.

“I mean…it does feel like old times a little bit, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose it does.”

“…Remember when we stayed in bed all day binging The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I do.”

“It was a good day.”

“It was nice, yeah.” you reply, a tiny smile covering your lips. Though it’s quickly cut off by a nasty, old-man cough arising from the back of your throat which makes you have to lean your head back and away from the warmth of Peter’s chest, releasing the cough against the fabric of the hoodie that covers your elbow. Peter looks down at you, his hand that had been stroking your hair up until this point not ceasing.

“You alright?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Though the tiny smile is gone from your face and you’ve gone back to your usual “sickly” expression. You rest your head back on his chest.

“You need your nutrients, have you been eating?”

“Yeah, mostly snacks. I don’t have the energy to cook.”

“I could make you some chicken soup if you’d like.” His voice is oh, so genuine, but you stay quiet for far too long, your silence telling a whole story. A new smile forms on your lips.

“That won’t be necessary,” you reply, a chuckle leaving your lips at the end of the sentence.

“What?” He smiles widely, “My chicken soup is not that bad!” 

“Yes, it is. It’s terrible, Peter.” Another chuckle escapes you.

“My cooking is not as bad as you say it is.” 

“It is. The first time I tried your chicken soup, I swear I wound up sicker than how I already was. I’m pretty sure you gave me a stomach bug.”

“No, I did not!” He exclaims, laughing.

“Yes, you did!” You say, “For the rest of the week I was so lightheaded and nauseated, I don’t know what the hell you put in there but I could swear I was turning into a zombie.”

You both laugh, “I’m sorry, you just do not have Aunt May’s skills.”

He sighs, his laughter calming down though a wide smile still plays at his lips. He pulls you closer to him again. “Well, no one does.”

“That’s true.” You bury your face against his chest, your nose right in front of his heart. His frame is much bigger than yours, and his whole body can envelop yours with ease, like securing you in a little tent of warmth. 

Peter doesn’t even notice you dozed off. And when he does his arm reaches for the remote controller on the nightstand, his other hand holding the back of your head as he tries not to wake you up. 

He could leave, of course. But he won’t. He’d be lying if he said it was purely out of the desire to care for you. He did want to, but it was mostly for him. He wanted to have you in his arms and to stroke your messy hair and pretend like you two were back in your tiny New York apartment, trying to figure your lives out, long before any of the draining life stuff had happened. He closes his eyes, and for a second, you’re both 20 again, and he hears the distant sounds of a laugh track fade out in the background.

Peter wakes up to the sound of retching. He’s lying on his other side now, his belly and cheek pressed against the mattress as his eyes slowly open to stare at the dresser in front of him. It’s darker in the room, and he’s not sure what time it is. There’s a sob and more retching, and Peter turns his head. His eyes squint and close as he notices the bathroom light is on, and the door is wide open. He sees you’re not in bed and only then does his muzzy brain process the fact that the retching sounds are coming from you. You’re throwing up. He flings the covers aside and gets out of bed, hurriedly making his way to the bathroom. When he gets to the door he sees you sitting before the toilet, expelling the rejected matter from your stomach. He quickly kneels down beside you and pulls your hair back, holding the strands in his palm like a makeshift ponytail. His other hand rubs circles on your back.

“Hey, hey…it’s alright, get it out,” he says soothingly, and when you sniffle, that’s when he tilts his head and notices the tears under your eyes. He catches sight of your wet eyelashes and scrunched-up face right before you bend over the toilet again, throwing up some more. He caresses your back more vigorously. 

Once the spew is out of your mouth, you cry, “I’m sorry.”

“What? What are you sorry for?” You don’t answer, but he didn’t really expect you to. You sniffle and sit back down on the ground, letting your body fall against the tile behind you, leaning your head against it. “You okay? You done?” Peter’s hand caresses the side of your face, pushing your hair away from your face. You nod, your eyes are still tightly shut and you look even more miserable than usual.

“I really hate being sick,” you say, finally looking at Peter, almost as a plea.

He chuckles softly, “I know, sweetheart,” He’s never called you that before, but considering your current situation you don’t think it as absurd.

“I didn’t wanna wake you up, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m glad I was able to be here for you.”

“I know, but…you shouldn’t have to deal with this, this is so nasty.”

“Oh, it’s not nasty,” he shakes his head, looking down. You tilt your head at him. “Alright, maybe it’s a liiiittle nasty.” You smile and let out a chuckle, he does the same. “C’mere,” he says, reaching out and wrapping his arms around you. You rest your cheek on his chest, keeping your lips away from his shirt. He strokes the back of your head again.

“You’re the best flu buddy anyone could ever ask for,” you state and he laughs.

“I don’t think so. I mean…at least your partners could make you soup.”

“Oh, who cares about that? You do this for me instead. And you’re the only one who does it well.” 

Peter’s heart inexplicably jumps, and he’s forced to take in a deep breath. For reasons he doesn’t understand, he fully relaxes into your arms.

“Well…good, ‘cause I’m not letting go.”

You chuckle. He makes you feel safe, but he doesn’t think you know you do the exact same for him. Sure, he’s being the lifeboat you need tonight but you’ve been that for him the whole month. In fact, you’ve been that for him for as long as he could remember. So if he had to hold your hair back as you threw up or rub your back or give you medicine or learn how to make some goddamn chicken soup for you, he would. He would do it a hundred times over if it made you feel even a little bit better.

He continues to rub your back and you two remain seated on the bathroom floor. It’s not the prettiest situation, but still, Peter doesn’t feel the need to close his eyes and listen closely for a laugh track. Right now is just perfect.

You keep your head on his chest for a while, before finally lifting it up and looking to the toilet, your hand raising to close the seat and flush.

“Oh, would you look at that?” you say.

“What?”

“That looks like your chicken soup.”

[way2gosuperrstarr]

every time my boss refers to us as "daycare attendants" it gets a little HeeHee Giggle out of me. cause like yeah thats the job title but also like. Blorbo Reference. Blorbo Reference. neuron activated❗️

[dickbaggins]

not my dumbass thinking I can get up for the hvac guy at 8am and then go back to bed cause it’s 10am and no hvac guy

[daddywright]

Aaah! It's finally time to post my piece for the amazing 18+ Franmaya zine, the Art of (Dis)repair! Check out the project on @nsfwfranmayazine and look at the leftover sales ;)

This was such an amazing project to be a part of, and I'm so happy that we were all able to participate in a zine that was entirely focused to sapphic characters - it was so exciting and wholesome, and if you love Franmaya, this community was the place to be <3

Special thanks to my friend and our Head Mod, @rage-against-the-dying-of-light, for getting this masterpiece of the ground with their enormous brain.

Work Excerpt:

“This better be worth my time, fool.” When dating a badass, there’s a lot that can ruin a good dinner. Granted, even before she and Fran started going steady, her experience with social outings was that Weird waited for No One. Burgers with Nick? Oof, the fry cook’s been charged with double homicide. Picnic with Pearly? Whoops, client needs a seance about which deceased identical twin is the father of her eldest child. Training in the snowy mountains? Looks like— well, she’s still in therapy for that one. Tonight’s shabu shabu with her girlfriend, it seems, is proving no exception to the rule.

[altruistic-meme]

THANK FUCK MY CAR IS NEWER OH MY GODS LIKE THANK F U C K MY CAR IS 2020 CUS IT STILL HAS ITS WARRANTY WHICH MEANS INSTEAD OF $2000 FOR THIS REPAIR IT WILL ONLY COST ME $0 LIKE OH MY GODS

[koushuwu]

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