#Blocked Drain Cleaner

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Some Steps To Consider Blocked drain Cleaner

The blocked drain cleaner with the use of an electric eel sectional drain cleaning equipment is an effective and efficient method. High-pressure water jets and revolving cutting blades work together in this device to swiftly remove obstructions from pipes and restore water flow. The blocked drain cleaner may be used on a variety of pipes.

Blocked drain cleaner faces drain obstructions

The skilled plumbers utilize electric eels to efficiently clear sewage pipes of obstructions like tree roots and jams.

They understand how annoying a clogged drain can be, so they work quickly and affordably to fix the problem.

There are several potential reasons for drain obstructions and techniques for clearing them, but in most cases, it's better to get in touch with a licensed plumber for help.

Dependable service at competitive rates

To swiftly and effectively clear drains, the expert plumbers employ a Sewer and Drain Cleaning Plumber. Regular use of a plunger or an auger to clear out the drains is recommended to avoid recurring clogs.This drain snake is useful for slicing through and dislodging very difficult clogs. A wonderful drain cleaning option, electric eel plumbing may remove obstructions that narrow the Pipe's inside diameter.

Sectional Electric Eel Drain Snake Cleaner

A plumbing snake is a metal coil with a crank handle at one end, used for unclogging drains. When spun clockwise, the blade slices through and breaks up obstructions, allowing water to flow freely once more.

Hence, it's clear that using Electric Eel Drain Cleaning to clear up your pipes and drains is the best option.

If you need help cleaning a blocked drain, don't hesitate to get in touch with them. They prioritize unclogging drains so that they can provide prompt, dependable service at competitive rates.

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Various tools that are used to clean blocked drains

Sometimes, you are alone insufficient to clear the blocked drains due to inadequate knowledge. Moreover, you are not equipped with proper cleaning tools. So, in this case, you need to hire a plumber who has enough experience in this field and moreover, he possesses all the necessary equipment that are required to unclog the blocked drains. Below, we are mentioning certain tools that are used by the plumbers to get rid of the blockages.

1.Plunger: Plumbers have usually used a plunger to unclog your sinks, toilets, and bathtubs. At first, they submerged the plunger in water before they press the plunger into the drain opening to unclog the blockages. A plumber needs to give pressure on the plunger and release it severally in order to remove the blockages from the drains.

2.Plumber's snake: A plumber's snake or a cable auger is a particular tool that is mainly used to get rid of blockages which are situated deeper in the drain. The plumber's snake is a long cable near about hundred feet. This cable is made from flexible steel wires so that it can't break easily. A plumber usually lowered the tool into the drain and pushed until the blockage is detected. Then, he twists the tool for several times until the blockage is broken down into small pieces. These small pieces now can easily pass through the drain.

3.Electric power auger: If the blockage is very big that it can't be managed by plumber's snake, then the plumbers are preferred to use an electric power auger. This is also a plumber's snake which contains a motor. The motor is turned on when the auger reached to a blockage. The motor then breaks the blockage into several small pieces which can easily pass through the drain.

Hope, now you have a clear idea regarding the blocked drains and how you can unclog those blockages. So, if you want to maintain a healthy and salubrious atmosphere inside your home, then should pay some attention to your drainage system.

Clearwater Plumbing is an eminent company which provides plumbing services along with block drains in Dandenong South and its nearby areas. Their expert plumbers possess all essential tools that are required to remove the blockages in the drains.

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Clearing Clogs: Blocked Sink Solutions in London by Pipe and Drain Cleaners

Say goodbye to stubborn sink blockages with Pipe and Drain Cleaners in London. Our expert team specializes in clearing clogs, ensuring your sinks flow smoothly and efficiently. Don't let a blocked sink clogged disrupt your day – contact us today for fast and reliable service!

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Effective Strategies for Maintaining a Clear Drainage System

An essential component of managing any home or commercial property is keeping the drainage system clear. This article provides a detailed guide on maintaining a clear drainage system to prevent common plumbing issues and ensure smooth water flow.

Understanding the Drainage System

The drainage system in a property consists of different types of drains, each having its unique vulnerabilities. For instance, drains in showers and sinks in bathrooms are often prone to blockages caused by accumulated hair. Another typical cause of clogs, particularly in showers and bathroom sinks, is soap residue. Kitchen sinks are vulnerable to blockages from food scraps, oil, and grease that can solidify over time. Regular maintenance, such as using hot water and vinegar, can help keep these drains clear. However, for severe blockages, consulting a professional plumber is advisable.

Prevention Strategies for Drain Blockages

The key to maintaining a clear drainage system is proactive prevention of blockages. Here are some strategies for preventing blockages in your drains:

Monitor Tree Roots

Tree and shrub roots can cause significant damage to your drainage system as they seek water sources. Regularly assess the location of trees and shrubs near your drainage system and manage their roots to prevent intrusion.

Proper Disposal of Garden Waste

During autumn, leaves and other garden debris can accumulate and end up in your drains, causing potential blockages. Dispose of garden waste responsibly to prevent this.

Check the Overflow Relief Gully

The overflow relief gully (ORG) is a crucial component of your drainage system that helps prevent sewage overflow during a blockage. Regularly inspect the ORG to ensure it is free from debris.

Use Drains Appropriately

Educate everyone in your household on what can and cannot be disposed of in drains. Avoid throwing items like paper towels, toiletries, baby wipes, and other foreign materials down the drain.

Techniques for Clearing Blockages

If a blockage does occur, knowing how to clear it is essential. Here are some techniques to tackle stubborn drain clogs:

Using a Drain Rod

A drain rod is a useful tool for removing debris causing blockages. Insert the rod into the drain and rotate it to dislodge the obstruction.

Using a Drain Snake

A drain snake is a flexible metal coil that can reach deep into the pipe and grab onto the blockage. As you twist it, the snake catches the debris and allows you to pull it out.

Using a Plunger

A plunger can apply pressure to facilitate the removal of a stubborn blockage. Create a tight seal around the drain and push and pull vigorously to dislodge the clog.

DIY Solutions

You can also try using bicarbonate of soda or vinegar as a DIY solution to address the issue of blockages instantly.

Regular Maintenance Schedule for Drains

Establishing a regular maintenance schedule can help ensure a clear drainage system. Here are some tips:

Weekly Flushing

Implement a weekly routine of flushing your drains with hot water to dissolve grease and soap scum.

Monthly Use of Enzyme Cleaners

Incorporate the use of enzyme cleaners into your monthly maintenance. These cleaners help break down organic matter in your drains.

Daily Preventative Measures

Practise daily preventative measures such as not pouring grease, oil, and food scraps down the drain. Use drain covers to catch any foreign materials.

Professional Plumbing Services

In some cases, maintaining a clear drainage system may require professional intervention. A variety of services are offered to handle problems with your drainage system by reputable plumbing companies like APT Plumbing. These consist of pipe inspections using CCTV cameras, pipe repair for ruptured pipes, and emergency plumbing services.

Conclusion

Maintaining a clear drainage system is not as daunting as it may seem. You may avoid typical plumbing problems, keep your drains clear, and prevent clogs by using these suggestions along with the help of a professional plumbing firm. So, take action today to ensure a smoothly flowing plumbing system and enjoy peace of mind knowing that your drainage system is well-maintained.

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Cooper Adams x Fem!Reader

Part (1/5)

oops my hand slipped and now I'm writing unhinged fanfiction for an M. Night Shyamalan movie.

He was peculiarly clean— too clean to be at a hardware store past midnight. No dirt on his jeans, or janitor's name patch, or construction vest. He smelt like most men— Irish spring, sandalwood, musk, bergamot, etc. In daylight hours, you wouldn't have thought anything about his tight and fawning smile, the gallon of industrial cleaning solution, and the seven yards of vinyl tarp he slides across the counter at the end of the month. He always smiles when he pays. You smile back despite your intuition advising against it. Something about the interaction feels cold. God, you sound like your fucking father.

OR

You work the graveyard shift at a hardware store with extended hours to put you through pre-med. You meet a DILF who is definitely not The Butcher.

Part 1/5

Glib (adjective)

1: Marked by ease and fluency in speaking or writing often to the point of being insincere or deceitful; superficial, smooth, slippery.

Working the graveyard shift at an extended-hour hardware store wasn't your first choice, but the pay was decent, and it was the only option that wouldn't clash with your med school classes. It wasn't so bad after pounding 2 iced coffees and a shot of espresso. Customers were few and far between— mostly construction workers, hotel maintenance guys, and the occasional emergency plumber looking for the perfect thingamajig to help undo the 1 am explosion of some poor soul's toilet. It was quiet enough to study; you only had to sit there and ring up the same crowd of blue-collar night owls until 3 am. 

And then there was him.

The odd one out.

A handsome man, 40's, tall, neat looking, dark brown eyes, with a picture of his kids in his wallet. He was friendly. Aggressively friendly. If he was your neighbor, you would tell your friends about the 6'3 Dilf with 90's heartthrob hair next door. The type to smile and wave if you catch him mowing the lawn when you grab the morning mail.

He was peculiarly clean— too clean to be at a hardware store past midnight. No dirt on his jeans, or janitor's name patch, or construction vest. He smelt like most men— Irish spring, sandalwood, musk, bergamot, etc. In daylight hours, you wouldn't have thought anything about his tight and fawning smile, the gallon of industrial cleaning solution, and the seven yards of vinyl tarp he slides across the counter at the end of the month. He always smiles when he pays. You smile back despite your intuition advising against it. Something about the interaction feels cold. God, you sound like your fucking father.

There's a voice in the back of your head that sounds just like him, declaring the stranger to be a 'white picket fence bastard' and a 'smarmy wasp motherfucker’ in his thick Philly accent. If he were still alive, he would tell you to watch out for him– that he was a deep state operative, a gang member, a lizard person, and other paranoid schizophrenic-fueled delusions. Toward the end, when he blocked out the windows with newspaper and craft glue, and covered all the carbon monoxide detectors with tin foil and duct tape, he insisted you should be afraid of everyone. You were only afraid of him. 

Sure, you held your keys between your knuckles when you walked to your car after night classes, and covered your laptop webcam with a sticky note, but you weren't your father.

No one was following you. No one was watching you. No one was preying on you. And the middle-aged man with a picture of his freckle-faced, blonde, blue-eyed children in his wallet was not a serial killer. 

He even told you himself.

"Hell of a lineup, am I right?" He quips, offering a sheepish laugh. "I mean... a staple gun, drain cleaner, and tarp. I won't blame 'ya if you call the cops, but I promise it's not what it looks like."

You look up from the register to find a warm smile and upturned eyebrows– an almost embarrassed expression. An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, the only sound between you two being a 24-hour soft rock radio station crackling through the ancient speakers. The stranger sighs, seemingly aware of his social misstep.

"My wife- I'm building her a Gardening shed. I'm putting up the insulation and drywall this week. And the Drano is for my kitchen sink. Keeps getting clogged. My son is fascinated by the garbage disposal for some odd reason. I don't even want to know what kind of shit he's been pouring down there." He rambles awkwardly. Guilt twists your heartstrings at the mention of the stranger's family. You may have inherited your father's suspicion, but you wouldn't let it control you.

"I've seen weirder." You lie with a smile. The stranger chuckles, broad shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Really? I could always go back and grab some bleach, duct tape, rubber gloves, the works." 

You can't help but laugh at his corny effort to diffuse the tension. It's surprisingly effective.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out, sweetheart. I'm sure you meet some weirdos working a night shift like this."

"Not really. Just you…" You trail off, squinting to read the embroidered name on his windbreaker. You notice the emblem right above it– Ardmore Fire Department. He's a firefighter.

"Cooper Adams. " He holds out a hand for you to shake. Your father's paranoia creeps into your mind. You freeze, meeting his dark brown gaze. Dad's gruff voice echoes in your head.

His smile doesn't reach his eyes.

He's plotting something.

Smarmy wasp motherfucker.

White picket fence bastard.

You swallow hard, shake his hand, smile back, and tell him your name– but only your first. You're not your father, but you're not a fucking idiot either.

"See? We're not strangers anymore. "  

"I guess not."

Cooper carts out his selection of items and waves goodbye, receipt caught between his two index fingers.

"Nice meeting you, sweetheart. Oh, and tell them to hire another cashier! You shouldn't be by yourself this late. God knows what kind of trouble is lurking around. Stay Safe!" He smiles again, his voice coated with the candor of a concerned neighbor. This time it reaches the glint of his eyes.

AO3

NEXT CHAPTER

[incorrectbatfam]

Just spent a night kept awake by blocked drains.

What would the batfam do about blocked plumbing?

Steph, working a call center: Wayne Heating and Plumbing, what seems to be the problem?

Bruce: Hi, we're having an issue with our shower drain. The one on the main floor seems to be clogged and overflowing.

Steph: Alright, I'm sending over a technician. Can you describe what happened?

Bruce: Well...

[2 hours earlier]

Dick: *giving himself a haircut for 40 minutes*

Jason, knocking: Hurry up, Dickhead!

Dick: *panics and sweeps the hair down the drain*

Dick: Alright, your turn.

Jason, caked in dirt and blood: About fucking time.

[present]

Steph: And what have you done since then?

Bruce: Let's see...

[1 hour earlier]

Duke: Guys, I think there's something up with the shower.

Barbara: Well Alfred's out for the day so we're gonna have to figure it out ourselves. Tim, go get the plunger.

Tim: About that...

[even earlier]

Tim's friends: *zooming around*

Tim: Third time's the charm.

Tim: *throws the plunger*

[back to 1 hour before the call]

Duke: Was that a flashback within a flashback?

Tim: Never mind that. We can try the drain cleaner.

Tim: *pours drain cleaner down the shower*

*nothing happens*

Damian, entering: What is that stench?

Duke: Collective failure.

Barbara: I can call Harper to—

Damian: Father, Drake broke the house!

[present]

Steph: The technician should be there in half an hour. In the meantime, just don't touch anything else.

Bruce: That shouldn't be a problem—CASS, STOP DOING THAT!

Cass: *laughing and making it worse*

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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 11

part 1, prev part

As fast as Eddie opens his eyes, he shuts them again. Falling back into the slow, deep breaths and constant heartbeats.

Something changed.

Wayne calls the nurse. They check off things on their charts, try to ask Eddie some questions. Like if he can move his hand, try to open his eyes again. Nothing happens. They say something about checking back every few hours.

He’s convinced that they don’t believe him. That they think he fabricated it all out of some hope filled delusion. Not like he’s been waiting here for days. Praying for his boy to wake up. Wishing in some miracle that he’d be able to smile again. All for it to be answered and taken away from him in a blink of his eyes.

But the nurse assures him that they believe him. Explain how most coma patients start to wake up with opening their eyes, moving their hands. How if he shows more movement while Wayne’s here, they’d like to know about it. Will be checking up on him more frequently, and in longer increments to try and document them.

It all sounds too good to be true. Like the last string of hope holding on to dear life. The only thing holding Wayne together. Tying him down so he doesn’t fall down and break.

He needs to get out of here for a while. Take a night for himself.

He drives around, burning gas traveling to an unknown location. Mindlessly following the paths he knows well. Drives past the trailer park three times, almost turning in. Only stopped by the construction signs blocking his path. Ends at the bar he would frequent on his nights off. Would get a beer to cool off after work. Try to forget about life for a while.

Forgetting sounds nice. Loosening the stress that knots in his shoulders. Be able to sleep restfully for a night. Refresh enough to walk back into that hospital room with a full basket of hope. All for it to slowly drain again.

It can’t drain this time.

Instead, Wayne brings himself to a gas station and counts the stray dollars and quarters in his glove box. Has just enough to buy himself a case of beer. Giving himself a limit so he doesn’t spend, or drink more than he can afford.

Sees Harrington and his brown-haired friend walk out of the video store they work at. Closing it up and heading to the diner down the road. Perfectly fine.

No matter how hard Wayne tries, the anger still points in Steve’s direction. For reasons he doesn’t even know anymore. More because it’s easy. They went through the same attack. Steve knows enough about Eddie from that week to have the answer Wayne craved.

But no one tells him anything. Continuously keeps secrets from him without good explanations. Makes this so much harder than it should be. Makes him down beer after beer, wanting to just make any of this easier.

Wayne wakes up the next morning with empty beer cans pressed into his side and a crick in his neck that won’t quit. Cracks his back in a way that just makes it worse. Cleans himself up, tries to wipe away the bags under his eyes. Scrub off the hospital and beer in the shower. Change into slightly cleaner clothes. Cursing himself for using his quarters for beer instead of the laundromat.

He makes his way to the hospital. Eating a shitty stale toaster pastry and hoping it’ll be enough. Knowing his upcoming paycheck will be mostly eaten up by all the other things before him. Walks into the room a little after eleven. A nurse asking Eddie question after question.

Eddie responding to almost every one of them. Opens his eyes when asked, then closes them again. Squeezes the nurse’s hand gently. Turns his head just slightly toward the light.

The hope basket overfills this time.

Dustin comes in the room a little after three. Bookbag thrown over his shoulder, ruffling through to find the book. Shocked still when he sees Eddie opening his eyes.

“He’s awake,” he says in disbelief. Tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Not quite.” Wayne gently corrects. “He still has a long way to go before he can respond, or even register what’s happenin’ around him. His body and mind are racing to get back in sync with each other.”

That’s what the nurses told him earlier. How he’s slowly getting there but isn’t all the way awake again. He’s there, and awake, but not all the way yet. It just all takes time.

“Can he hear me?”

Wayne looks at his boy, watching as his head turns ever so gently toward the two of them. “I think he might, yeah.”

Dustin leans forward, placing his hand over Eddie’s. Watched as his hand tenses at the touch. “Eddie,” his voice breaks. “It’s Dustin. You know, Henderson. I just wanted to say that you’re doing a great job. I hope you get better really soon. I’ve really missed you. And I’m sorry. You should have never been apart of this, I should have never dragged you into it the way I did. I wouldn’t have if I knew you would end up here.”

Wayne wants to know what this all means. What Eddie was dragged into. How this poor kid knew about it enough to drag anyone into anything. How dangerous this all really was.

But it isn’t the right time for these questions. Not for this kid to answer right now. He just sits back and listens to the next chapter of the book. Watches as Eddie responds to it. Is almost brought to tears with each time he opens his eyes to a part he likes. As Dustin stops just to make sure it’s true.

He follows Dustin out when he goes to leave. Sees how he runs up to Steve in the waiting room. Eyes closed and head resting on the wall.

“Steve, Eddie’s starting to wake up,” Dustin shares excitedly.

Steve picks his head off the wall enough for the visible relieved breath to show. “That’s-that’s really good, Dustin.”

He takes a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on. His head thunks back on the wall. Almost like he’s hungover. Face lost some color, voice sounding breathless.

“Are you ok?” Dustin asks.

Steve shakes his head gently. “Call your mom, can’t drive home.”

“Shit ok.” Dustin runs off to the nearest payphone. Pulling a few quarters out of his bag and dialing a number.

The brown-haired girl that Wayne should really know the name of comes down the hallway. Immediately knowing that something’s wrong with Steve and rushing over with a bottle of water. Asking him something before scolding about how he’s going to put himself back into a hospital bed.

Wayne’s not so sure this is just a hangover.

“How bad’s the pain?” The girls asks, pouring some of the water onto a tissue and pressing it against Steve’s head.

“Eight,” Steve exhales. Fighting like he’s about to puke.

The girl must realize this too, as she slings one of his arms over her shoulders and basically drags him to the bathrooms.

Wayne’s starting to realize that there’s a lot he doesn’t know. Made harsh judgements that might have not been deserved. He’s starting to realize that he wants to know what happened. To all of them. About all of them. Why this group of people know each other and how it all connects to Eddie.

He just has to start asking the questions.

Next part

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We Could Be Beautiful: Dead Girl Walking

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

🔹An AU in which you and Eddie are both actors in a community theater production of Heathers: The Musical🔹

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: Just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a while. This will probably become a series of short blurbs within this AU, taking place between the auditions and the cast party following the final performance of the show.

Tags: mutual pining, unconfessed feelings, allusions to sex, passing mention of suicide (pertaining to the plot of Heathers), references to Heathers: the Musical, song lyrics

If you’d like a visual for the scene described from the original musical, click here

🔹divider made by @k1ssyoursister 🔹

You took your role as Veronica’s understudy seriously. 

You’d copied down every stage direction, every line, every director’s note- you’d made sure you were prepared. Now, the ultimate test would determine just how prepared for this you really were.

Barb, the actress playing Veronica, had warned you that her sister might go into labor early, and that had been exactly what happened. That meant she would be in the delivery room on opening night, and every program in every audience member’s hand would have a little insert with your picture on it, alongside your name followed by “-will be playing the role of Veronica Sawyer.”

Already, you had managed to make it to the first quarter of the show. “Beautiful” had gone without a hitch, and you’d gotten through “Fight for Me” without your voice cracking. But next was “Dead Girl Walking,” and you were just about ready to fling yourself in front of a bus. Or drink some drain cleaner. 

You hadn’t rehearsed this song with Eddie yet; you knew the words, knew the blocking, knew exactly which note you were expected to sing and every riff you had to hit. But standing behind that velvet curtain as you waited for your cue, you were practically on the verge of a panic attack. When you finally had to enter the stage, you channeled it all- the panic, the nerves, the terror of what comes after tonight.

I need it hard

I’m a dead girl walking

I’m in your yard

I’m a dead girl walking 

You’d watched him sing this song with Barb so many times, and each time you’d wished it was you- now, you had your chance. 

Sorry, but I really had to wake you

See, I’ve decided I must ride you ‘til I break you

Tonight I’m yours, 

I’m your dead girl walking

Get on all fours, 

Kiss this dead girl walking

You knew Eddie’s wide, wet eyes were those of an actor. The eyes of JD as he watches the girl of his dreams. Still, the heat and want you felt right now wasn’t Veronica’s- it was purely yours. So you let it feed Veronica’s words as you held his face in your tender hands and told JD the things you wished you could say to Eddie.

And you know, you know, you know

It’s ‘cause you’re beautiful

You say you’re numb inside

But I can’t agree

You were the one in the blue blazer now. Tonight, he was your JD, and you were scared shitless that when your lips hit his in a stage kiss that was supposed to have so much fire it set the stage ablaze, it might feel a little bit too real. 

So the world’s unfair

Keep it locked out there

In here it’s beautiful

Let’s make this beautiful

Eddie- JD- gazed at you with all the wonder and adoration of a man on his knees for a generous god. His head shook gently, bewildered by his luck as he delivered the next line. “That works for me.”

Then your lips were on him, and for a second you let yourself pretend he was kissing you back and not Veronica. His mouth was warm, his hands hungry as they roamed over your clothes and subtly squeezed until you felt your blazer’s polyester pucker.

When you pulled away for your high note, you gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but truth looking back at you. That fire you’d been feeling all this time was reflected in his eyes tonight. Sure, maybe it’s the stage lights. Maybe he’s just a really good actor. Maybe you’re fucking obsessed with him- but whatever it was, you felt wanted in those eyes. So yeah, you let yourself believe it. You let the script burn you alive.

Full steam ahead, 

Take this dead girl walking

Let’s break the bed,

Rock this dead girl walking

You were drunk on the awe in his gaze, the way he looked up at you like he wasn’t sure if you’d really just barged in through his window to ride him until he was a broken mess, or if you were a fantasy his mind had conjured to fuel his desire to belong to someone who would cherish all he had to give. 

Again, Eddie was a talented actor. You knew that was his interpretation of how his character felt about your character. Still, you let yourself fall into the script as you straddled his tense, shirtless body, his abs crunching under the blue stage lights in a way that made you salivate. You wondered what your spit would look like on his skin. 

You were far too horny to be professional. At least you weren’t so far gone that you couldn’t remember your blocking. 

No sleep tonight for you,

Better chug that Mountain Dew

Your heart fell into your core upon hearing Eddie’s whimpered ‘okay, okay’ in character, needy and submissive beneath you. 

Get your ass in gear,

Make this whole town disappear

His eyebrows pulled together, voice stronger and raspier as it ripped from his chest. ‘Okay, okay!’ His fingers snuck underneath your skirt, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your ass. You wished it was real. 

You eyed him like a predator eyes a kill, determined to stay in his head until he needed you for real. You ran your palm over your cheek, brought your other hand up to fist in your hair, and pretended both hands were his.

Slap me,

Pull my hair,

You grabbed his wrists forcefully, bringing them up one by one to grope each of your tits. 

Touch me 

There (left tit)

And there (right tit)

And there 

To punctuate the final syllable, you couldn’t stop an involuntary writhe of your torso into Eddie’s hands as he grasped your white button down (which was actually a snap-up) at the chest and pulled hard, simultaneously pinching your nipples through your bright blue bra and ripping open your blouse to showcase the swell of your chest for the whole audience to see. You didn’t notice them, though- you noticed the way he looked at your chest like it was the second coming of Christ. You witnessed that fractional widening of his eyes, the way he was entranced by every move you made as you writhed in his lap. 

And no more talking

Love this dead girl walking

Eddie’s voice was lightning in the wake of thunder, bright and jagged and beautifully raw with power as he crooned a harmony to your lead as the song drew to a close. This song wasn’t an easy one to sing; had you not been so distracted by how it felt to have Eddie’s hips between your thighs you might have been nervous that you’d flub your high notes- but you didn’t. In a moment of sheer improvisation you did what just felt right, and that meant grabbing Eddie by hair at the base of his neck and wrenching his head back as you rolled your hips into his.

You knew your blocking was to arch your back away from him, but instead you brought your face close enough to his that it’s possible his mic picked up your perfect, clear falsetto as you pleaded, ‘Love this dead girl walking’ with the cadence of a lover asking, begging their beloved ‘don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop’. Eddie’s eyes registered your improvisational choice, and maybe you imagined it but behind those big brown button eyes he seemed to come alive with you, sitting up even further and digging one hand into your soft, hot skin while the other flexed against the stage floor to keep him balanced. His little ‘whoa, whoa, hey, hey, yeah yeah’s were short and breathy, sounding more like moans and whimpers as he rolled the sturdy bones of his hips into you as you matched his rhythm. 

If you closed your eyes, you could pretend. If you didn’t have blocking to follow, you might have kissed him again, might have bitten his lip, might have reached for his belt buckle with reckless abandon and let a summer’s worth of pining win over in your mind. Instead, you channeled that passion into the way your hips ground into him with the fervor of a woman with nothing to lose. 

Together the two of you finished out the song with heavy breaths and belted lyrics. You writhed. He thrusted.  ‘Love this dead girl,’ your voices intertwined in a desperate dance for release from the tension between you that, at some point, had grown thick as two oak trees planted near enough to forget where one ends and the other begins.

‘Yeah!’

Your hand on his chest splayed out over faded ink. Your hips swiveled against his groin.

‘Yeah!’

His hand fisted in the plaid fabric of your skirt. That wasn’t in the blocking- had they added that? Was this improv?

‘Yeah!’

Using the grip on your skirt, he tugged you further into him as his hips bucked up just enough to bounce you on his groin and shake your exposed cleavage. Without thinking, your hand flew into his hair, grasping the sweaty curls at the nape of his neck and tugging sharply back. You weren’t supposed to do that. 

‘Ow!’

It wasn’t supposed to be a moan, but that was definitely what you would call the sound you pulled from Eddie’s mouth. A soft yet sharp, breathy moan that existed somewhere in the valley between pleasure and pain and definitely sounded more sexy and less funny, which is how it was supposed to sound. You saw Eddie’s eyes go wide as he too came to this realization. 

No matter; if you played it off, no one in the audience would know the difference. You let go of his hair and flung your hand into the air above you, reaching for heaven and belting out your last ‘Yeah’ into the stage lights that lined the rafters above you. Your back arched, and you felt one final push of Eddie’s pelvis into yours, weaker this time as he too came down from the endorphins that ravaged every thought in both your mind and his. 

Taglist (people I've been talking to about this since the idea spawned): @ghost-proofbaby, @the-unforgivenn, @munson-blurbs, @hellfire--cult

[penny-anna]

Did the drain remain unclogged?

so far!!

this morning i vacuumed my flat and then realised that the vacuum cleaner was clogged again (this happens a lot bcos my carpets are new & very sheddy) and the only way to unclog it is to run water down the pipe but i didn't want to risk blocking the drain again so did it with the plug in and then scooped all the fluff out of the water. then right after it occurred to me that the drain snake my neighbour gave me is long enough that it could prolly be used to unclog my vacuum cleaner. so yeah that's how that's going.

[coastsideplumbing]

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[prismonautic]

BASE MANIFESTATION .EXE - ENEIHAL

A manifestation .exe that you can add into your spells for an extra "Oomph" or some sweet soothing - ENEIHAL.EXE.

If you don't know what a manifestation .exe is, read this.

Main spellwork categories: Cleansing, purification, sweetening, soothing.

Pronounced "eh-nehi-aahl."

Usage requires basic energy work skills: Identifying, invoking, manipulating, and directing energy.

To summon the energy of ENEIHAL for use, simply chant its name while focusing its energy surrounding you / your subject. The more chanting you do, the more concentrated the energy becomes. 

Keep in mind that  Eneihal’s energy is sensitive to intense emotions, and you can accidentally heighten the concentration of the energy if you have strong feelings during summoning.

In this document, I'm going to be outlining the following details about the .exe:

- What it's programmed to induce on specific targets: people, situations, objects.

- Traits of the .exe's energy once summoned, such as its behavior, signature, and affiliations.

- Further examples of applying this .exe into your spellwork.

To summon this energy, simply chant its name while focusing its energy surrounding you / your subject. The more chanting you do, the more concentrated the energy becomes. 

Keep in mind that  Eneihal’s energy is sensitive to intense emotions, and you can accidentally heighten the concentration of the energy if you have strong feelings during summoning.

In this document, I'm going to be outlining the following details about the .exe:

- What it's programmed to induce on specific targets: people, situations, objects.

- Traits of the .exe's energy once summoned, such as its behavior, signature, and affiliations.

- Further examples of applying this .exe into your spellwork

[ENEIHAL.EXE FUNCTION AND GENERAL USES]

 The energy of Eneihal is designed to calm, lighten and still other energies it comes in contact with.

best used in situations where undesirable energies are getting too dense and agitated.

In higher concentrations, this energy turns into an aggressive / sterilizing cleanser that supports upheaval of heavy energetic situations.

In normal concentrations -- meaning you raise a normal amount of energy for this .exe, Eneihal can be used as:

A gentle space cleanser, summoned for routine cleansing.

A supplemental sweetening energy to an existing spell (e.g sweetening a tense relationship/convo).

An energy to lighten up the atmosphere of a home.

In higher concentrations, Eneihal can be used as:

A more aggressive cleanser; think rubbing alcohol level of abrasive. Tends to leave a "repellent" energy to what it's applied to, miasmic energy is less likely to stick on this.

A component of a spell to bring secrets to light, to "clarify" information that has been intentionally obscured.

If handled properly, can be projected onto serious subconscious blocks to "loosen" them - kind of like drain cleaner unblocking a pipe. I don't recommend this for anyone who isn't equipped to handle the symptoms of negative beliefs being purged from your reality.

[ENEIHAL.EXE SIGNATURE AND TRAITS]

Misty, swirly light blue energy. Think of a wispy mist, hues akin to the face of Uranus. When going above normal concentrations, it turns into a vivid Neptunian blue.

Has the tendency to hover towards the closest + energetically heaviest subject and hover around it - like how fog surrounds a mountain. For example, if you dispersed it in a room, it'd likely start to orbit someone who has a lot of negative energy around them.

If you put your hand in it, it would feel like you've dipped your hand in a humid chamber of gas.

When overwhelmed by opposing heavy energies, it tends to dissipate. If you feel this energy dissipating in use or not making a significant dent, summon a higher concentration until it does the job.

[FURTHER EXAMPLES OF ENEIHAL.EXE USAGES]

Within kitchen magic, it can be used to assist in foods designed to lower inflammation/pain.

 If you command this energy to temporarily join your aura, it can be used as a glamor that makes people loosen up / relax around you. If you're looking for a halo effect, this could be great to apply to an existing sweetening glamor.

For stoner witches, implementing this energy into your roll can induce a calm and floatier high. Good to add if you're trying to avoid being stuck to the couch.

This can be used as a quick prayer to soften your words when you find yourself getting upset. To do this, summon the energy of this .exe to pass through your throat and your heart. Small warning - this can cause you to cry if you're expressing your hurt feelings through anger vs. sadness.

This energy can be summoned to you for calming meditations, or soothing you to sleep.

Good for cleansing ambient energy / lingering energy after spells and readings. 

Summon this to lighten the load of someone you're giving a massage to. In higher concentrations, it might trigger sudden revelations about heavy situations if the other party is exposed to it enough, so make sure to keep it moderate if you’re not trying to trigger a heavy energetic release.