#Plumber Job

[vaguely-concerned]

I adore it whenever rook rests their hands on their hips like a handyman or mechanic about to deliver some bad news as to how much the repairs are going to come in at. the hero equivalent of a plumber. they're out there saving the world with the gently beleaguered air of an overworked janitor and I quite simply love that for them

[heavenbarnes]

“He’s here again.”

You could swear the girl from reception says it like she knows something. Like there’s some swirling inside joke that everyone was in on,

except you.

Instead, you were left with that swirling feeling in your stomach as the elevator traveled to reception. A swirling that should’ve been laced with fear, but wasn’t.

One that was gripping tight in your stomach as the doors opened and you were eclipsed by a sun wearing blue tradesman’s clothes.

Ugly bastard.

Mean face with a shorn head, snarled lip and cauliflower ears. Tattooed arms like battering rams and tree trunk legs leading to steel cap boots like anvils.

And he was here for you.

“Um- I’m not actually in facilities.”

You could’ve cursed yourself for sounding so small. You’ve lead meetings, addressed crowds, argued points with a voice like cracked thunder.

But he takes one step towards you and,

“B-but that’s okay, I’ll take you.”

And he doesn’t say a word, just grunts as he steps into the lift with you and you feel the tension spring.

He never says a word.

He met you for the first time three years ago, the girl from facilities was on maternity leave and you happened to be the lucky duck who sat beside the reception door.

Three years later you’d changed floors and you hadn’t even seen him for at least six months. But he still asks for you.

“He always asks for you.”

You’d shushed your colleague, boasting about being helpful and having a tendency to be in office more often than not.

“Probably doesn’t want to remember another name.”

“Then how do you explain the time he refused the job when you were off sick?”

You don’t explain it, you actually try not to think about it.

When the doors open on the floor with the broken toilet, he follows you along the hall like a dog.

Like a hound.

The floor shakes every time he puts his boot on it and he actually manages to make you feel very small against picture windows.

Your colleagues look away when he walks past.

The sign for the ladies toilet at the end of the hall is like a beacon of hope, you can let him in and leave him be and then pretend to be on a phone call when it’s time for him to leave.

Until you get inside.

The sound of running water from the broken cistern echoes off the walls as you show him to the cubicle.

“It’s that one.”

He gives you a look that says “no shit” before he lowers his head to step through the stall door. He must hear your shoes scuff against the floor as you break for your exit.

“Stay put.”

You tell yourself you’re just shocked it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice. He’s British, Mancunian you reckon. Caught you by surprise.

That’s why you obediently spin on your heel and press your back to the wall.

No other reason.

You listen to the sound of grating porcelain as he removes the cistern lid and messes about with the flushing mechanism.

Your eyes catch him in the mirror, watching the way his back flexes under his work shirt as he reaches a bloody great paw into the water.

“Piece of shit.”

Second thing you’ve ever heard him say. Granted, it’s under his breath but he definitely said it. You try not to show any expression lest he have eyes in the back of his head.

Wouldn’t put it past him.

The sound of running water stops but you can tell by the huffing and puffing that he’s not fixed it, you can tell by his next outburst he’s not even close.

“Cunt of a thing.”

You almost let a smile slip onto your face before you’re blanching at the sound of your name.

“In ‘ere.”

He’s the mutt, he’s the hound with sharp teeth and clipped ears. He’s mean and he’s nasty and he’s not good with others, definitely not house trained.

But it’s you whose ears prick up at his call and immediately walk to join him in the small space. Show dog.

A retriever, running towards the sound of a gun.

The cubicle is small enough as is but with Simon (the embroidered patch on his shirt tells you, he’s never actually given you his name) in here it feels like a coffin.

You end up with your back to the wall again, this time with his elbow all but digging into your stomach. He’s got pieces of the flusher in his hand and he’s sending them your way.

Obedience in spades, you’re letting him place the dirty parts right in the flat of your hand.

Getting you as dirty as the rest of him.

“Oh, okay.”

You catch him look at you out the corner of his eye before he huffs, again, and reaches right back into the cistern.

He almost looks disappointed, dissatisfied- like he’d hope you’d put up more of a fight with him. Like you’d shove the metal right into his chest and really give him something to huff about.

But you leave your hand out stretched and let him pick from it at his leisure. Take from you as he pleases.

(He wonders if that’s a transferable skill)

To your delight (and his dismay) the toilet is back in perfect order and after three test flushes you can both leave the tiny fluorescent cave you’d been inhabiting for the last fifteen minutes.

“Um, do you need to go back upstairs or are you good to go?”

He dries his hands on the thighs of his trousers before he stares at you blankly. He snarls his lip in a way the makes the scar above it stretch and you wonder if it hurts him.

(If it does, you wonder if that’s why he does it)

He turns without warning and suddenly it’s you following him back down the hall. Struggling to keep up, pretty pampered little dog following this great big mutt around on his heels.

“Need t’go down to my van- I’ll show you.”

You could probably stop walking here. It would’ve been very easy for you to break to your desk and honestly? He probably would’ve let you.

“Oh, you don’t need me to access the garage.”

But you’re following him to the elevator anyway and you think you see that same air of disappointment drift across his features as he realises how easy you’ve made yourself.

“Don’t tell me what I don’t need.”

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

There's always something about this ending in the film that gets me choked up whenever I rewatch it.

Just seeing the two brothers together as they jump around the platforms in their new home in the Mushroom kingdom, laughing, goofing off, and having a good time.

Then, in the very last shot, we see them jump into the warp pipe, waving back to the other Toads, and then they seemingly look back directly at us, the audience, almost as if they're saying "Thanks for watching the movie, we'll see ya soon", that sort of thing as they disappear.

It's makes it more emotional since it's the very last shot we see before the title card comes up, and it gets me EVERY, DAMN, TIME.

I guess I miss them too much at this point 😢

That and I'm never going to hear Mr. Blue Sky the same way ever again after watching this film. XD

[munsons-mutiny]

Let’s talk about the Watch What Happens (reprise) and why Only Davey could’ve sang it.

Like at this point they’re pushing the Katherine and Jack agenda, why shouldn’t she be his inspiration to keep going in this moment???

And the answer is cause she can’t grasp the situation fully!!!

Let me make it very clear that this is Not Katherine slander. I love her. I think this scene highlights the differences in their struggles and upbringing in a really brilliant way.

When she sees Jack wants to quit in this scene she’s so harsh with him. Doesn’t try to empathize with his situation at all, wants him to just buck up and keep going! Because for her, in her situation, with her upbringing, that’s the only way to get anywhere! She wants to be a reporter? Well she can’t listen when she’s told no. She has to push ahead no matter what. She can’t show fear and she can’t show weakness cause she’ll be called a girl like it’s a bad thing and have it used against her. But she doesn’t see her privilege in this! That in coming from a rich powerful family her physical safety can not be put in jeopardy! Her worst case scenario is moving back home and having to deal with her family’s idea of what it means to be a women in this time period. And don’t get me wrong that’s horrible, it would be a terrible and unfair outcome.

But it doesn’t threaten her physical safety!! (Not to say this is true for all women in her position but the show paints a picture that her dad does genuinely love her in his extremely misguided way and we never see him threaten her physical well being or even to stop bank rolling her). She can’t understand that sometimes you need to let a fight pass you by to survive. She doesn’t understand what it really means for Crutchie to be in the Refuge until later. So she pushes hard and it would’ve just ended in a fight where her and Jack miss each other’s points entirely.

But Davey gets it. Maybe not to the extent Jack does, but Jack said it himself Davey’s dads physical safety being jeopardized at work has threatened his whole family’s housing and food security. Something that could’ve been prevented with a union. He knows that this isn’t safe, he fully grasps the danger they’re in, to an extent that Katherine can’t because she’s never threatened by it. Not really. For her and her rich friends she involves this could just be a pet project (she would never view it that way of course) but if this all goes pear shaped all she has to live with is the guilt not the consequences. Her life continues with maybe some delays depending how long her blacklisting lasts.

But for Davey this could be the choice that means they can’t afford food or can’t pay rent. This could be the choice that means Les can’t go to school and his dad doesn’t have a safe place to recover. He gets it, he matches Jack’s fear, but he can’t backdown when they’re making real changes that Jack is having a hard time seeing in the wake of losing Crutchie to an institution that is a large source of his trauma. He needed empathy and hope not an ass kicking and Davey delivered.

Without him that scene would’ve ended with Jack running away a lot sooner and a lot more permanently. Rant over. Hopefully this is semi-well articulated it’s late and I couldn’t sleep til I got this out.

[sapphosclown]

can someone make an edit where it’s chappells roans recent advertisements for the giver where she’s in different career fields but make it charlie kelly

[starlightandmusings]

what do u think of long term jack and kath in a hypothetical where they can be healthy enough to last

oh jatherine light of my life !!

i'm the first to say that i don't think jack and kath would work out but i love hypotheticals and i love these two. so. jack would have to work through his anger issues / PTSD / learn to use art as a healthy coping mechanism first (rizz if u see this !!) and kath would have to distance herself from her father and learn who she is underneath all the glitter and the showiness.

but if they were able to do that, and if katherine was willing to live well beneath her means, joseph likely having cut her off, (and i don't think jack could rise in rank very easily), and if they were willing to rip up the gossip columns, i could see them rent a little french flat. katherine learns to cook through trial and error, and they eat burned food for the first several months. jack works at the docks and comes home with wet clothes, smelling vaguely of fish and foreign spices, and katherine rubs his sore muscles in the evenings.

they're very young when they marry, not much more than twenty, and before two years are up, katherine is pregnant. i think they eventually have two children, a boy first and then a girl. jack spends far too much money on toys and trinkets for his kids, like baseball cards, marbles, dolls, because he tells katherine that he'll be damned if his kids grow up like he did. jack sees the first teddy bear in michton's brooklyn candy shop, hears about the origins, and rushes home with one in his arms, eager to tell his kids all about how he knew the teddy roosevelt.

[i-like-turkey]

Do all these billionaires WANT to have a reason to use their bunkers? And that's why they're hastening the complete collapse of the US and mucking around in the elections of other democracies? Cause if you pause a fuckton of federal money that pays salaries and helps people stay on their feet while also not hiring anyone to work for the federal government and deporting everyone who picks our damn food and slaughters our damn animals, then wtf do you think is gonna happen?

We're speeding toward a situation where white collar folks have to turn to the the gig economy to get by, only there is no longer demand for that kind of work cause there are so many fewer white collar workers who need their groceries and meals delivered, so competition will be fierce. Wages will go down. The folks who used to do those jobs are gonna end up replacing the deported workers & they'll be so desperate for cash that they'll take the same shitty wages and wealth inequality will rise to the point where there is no fucking middle class anymore and then we'll all be slave laborers and then...

[devildaisies]

i need to learn a trade. going to school for art while AI simultaneously takes off in a real and heinous way is so.

[kariachi]

Who wants some fic?

Future fic, Gwen pov and Kevin's work.

Boy deserves a better future and better job than fucking OV tried to give him.

~~

Could Kevin have probably done more given the chance? Yes. Was the display in place still incredibly impressive, to a standard Gwendolyn’d never realized she was missing in her museum visits? Absolutely.

She handed a bottle of water to Kai as she flopped down onto the floor beside her, in amongst the cluster of workers and volunteers all taking a well-deserved break from getting the new exhibit in place. It’d been a long morning so far, full of moving fake plants and other décor to carefully marked locations and then back again, forever and ever as the final layout was, well, finalized. Mostly everybody had been working at the whims of Kai, trying to make sure everything was displayed exactly right to ensure visitors got the full experience, the other artist Margarida, who had words every time it seemed they were going to hide key details of her carefully made plants, and Kevin, who even in that very moment was still doing checks and tweaks of his work.

A collection of half a dozen life-sized, animatronic dinosaurs to serve as the centerpoint to the museum’s new wing for native prehistoric life. Each one done in exacting detail- Kevin had never half-assed his work- each unique and each perfect. Nearly two years had gone into the project and it showed in the quality, both of he and Margarida’s creations. Nobody’d said how much the museum was spending on it all, but even knowing Kevin was giving them a discount (according to Irene he’d almost done it for free, scared the shit out of her) she was certain it was more funding than she’d have ever spent. Kai said it was a good investment, would get people coming in and really give them a sense of what California was like tens of millions of years ago.

Grinning like his face was about to split, Kevin finally stepped away from the machinery and carefully made his way over to the other side of the display.

“Everybody clear?” Everyone took a quick look around, a few people got up and moved a few more feet back just in case.

“Yeah!”

His eyes shining, Kevin pulled out a remote and hit a button.

With a seconds delay the animatronics started moving. One of the large hadrosaurs nuzzled under the other one’s neck, while a younger, smaller one ‘rolled’ in what was going to be fake mud. A baby sniffed at the club of some sort of ankylosaur that was chewing on a fern they hadn’t put in place yet, pulling back as it languidly swung its tail. Not-so-hidden by a row of foliage, some sort of therapod’s upper body moved from side to side as it judged its potential prey.

Smiles and small claps made their way around the group as the minutes passed. Everything, if the look on Kevin’s face was any indication, was more-or-less in order. A sharp look at one of the hadrosaurs, but otherwise no signs of trouble. Just when everybody seemed ready to turn back to their water and snacks, he gave a sharp nod, somehow grinned wider, and whistled as loud as he possible could.

The herbivores stopped, their heads snapping to face him.

The therapod froze.

So did everyone else.

One, two heartbeats passed before somebody cheered, laughter rolling through the room as the animatronics turned to face the new noise. Kevin, all teeth and looking about ready to bounce out of his skin, took a deep bow before hitting a few more buttons, waiting for the machines to return to position and stop before heading back in to fix whatever problem it was he’d seen. Gwendolyn just shook her head, a painfully wide smile on her own face.

“You know the worst part of this,” she asked, half-turning to see Kai easily as fondly amused. “I think this is the second time I’ve seen him this happy, and the other one was his wedding.”

“Huh,” Kai answered with a chuckle, “I thought you were gonna say this will make kids around here insufferable.” Gwendolyn barked a laugh.

“Besides that.” With another shake of her head, she took a swig of her own water. “Bet you’re glad you work in another wing.” Still chuckling, Kai took a swig of her own.

“Never been so happy in my life.”

[plutoniumpossum]

Being a Plumber on a Election Year Gothic

(USA edition)

You tell a old man how soon he should have hot water, now that you've set the temperature on his new water heater. He replies by telling you unprompted that the supreme court is all catholic and is ruining everything. You wonder if the words "between 30 to 45 minutes" is secretly an activation code for something.

You had a late call for a water leak, its 10:30pm but you got it fixed. You hand the woman her invoice and tell her the total of the Bill. Its now 11:20pm and you've been told every possible way how the Earth is screwed due to global warming, pollution, politics (American), and how there's no hope for the future. The invoice is still unsigned and unpaid. You hope the skunk that's been wondering up the street towards the two of you doesn't get any closer.

You've been working on a broken sewer line under the house, when you crawl out from under it to give an update you're asked what you think about so-and-so running and how disgusting is that? You think that you've been crawling through sewage and you now have insulation in your hair.

The dorm kitchen sink is clogged and there's enough Drain-o in the line to start a meth lab. "Have you ever been sexually harassed while at work? That's way we have to vote Democratic, they care about women's rights." By the end of the job they've repeated the question so many times you begin to wonder if you're about to be.

You knock on the door and introduce yourself. Your customer was watching the news before they answered the door. They now want to talk about it and their political opinions before they remember the plumbing problem they called you for in the first place. You wish you had clocked out and taken lunch before this job.

You're doing a normal plumbing job at a normal house. The neighbor a few houses down has a display covering the front yard full of flags for both political parties, their candidates, and a few other opposing factions thrown in. You wonder what kind of toilet they have.

Your customer is making small talk with you as you walk through the door. They ask you what your political party alignment is. You wish you had fell through that rotten board on the porch and broken your leg.

[marciliedonato]

Went to sign the house contract and it said u have to ask for permission to have pets and I mentioned I rly wanted a kitty and the landlord didn't flat out say no but like he wasn't v convinced and like lowkey shook his head what do I do now girlies lollll 😃😃

[scaryscarecrows]

So on today's episode of Scary Learns to Fucking Plumb despite NOT GOING TO PLUMBER SCHOOL...

My under-the-sink has leaked when using the garbage disposal for...oh, about year. More than, actually. We mentioned it to Grandpa Landlord, who slapped another gasket on there and went, 'ya-ha-ha! It's fixed!'

It wasn't, but the leak started literally three months after my dad passed and we weren't up to fighting about it. So fine. Whatever. Leak fixed.

The leak has gotten really bad over the last few days. So we investigate, figuring that 'we'll just get another gasket and deal with the real problem later when we're less busy'.

Well. We go to put a new gasket on and.

AND.

The problem?

You ready?

The pipes don't connect.

They touch a little--the gasket probably helped lengthen it to keep the leak from becoming really bad--but they're not connected.

Turns out, a piece was either lost or damaged beyond use when we got a new sink in last year, AND RATHER THAN FIX IT AT THE TIME, the idiot handy-dude they called out just shoved everything together and bailed!

AND.

AND.

When we bring this up, because it's been long enough that we ARE willing to fight about it, Grandpa Landlord refuses to attempt anything because 'I don't know about that', tries to call the plumber (the same sexist, useless plumbers that left me to fix everything LAST TIME AND CALLED ME HONEY AND I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO JAIL FOR MURDER BUT I WILL), and gets butthurt when we say no. So hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to Lowe's we go at our earliest convenience to get a new pipe.

I swear to God. When it's time for Grandparent Landlords to go in a home, I am providing the Home with a free remote to smack them with. I will visit once every six weeks at best and that will be IT.

[candaru]

-Go to my bathroom to take a dump. Water all over the floor. Check inside toilet; looks drained, with some toilet paper at the bottom.

-"Dad, I think toilet has a leak."

-He gets upstairs and IMMEDIATELY starts lecturing me about making sure I flush all the way. "It probably just got clogged and you weren't paying attention and it overflowed."

-Tells me to go get the mop.

-"...We have a mop? Where is it?"

-Deeply annoyed, he says it's probably in the garage or something, acts like I should know this.

-I go check the garage. Only Swiffers, which is what me and mom use to clean the floors. I bring one up. "Like this?"

-"No, a REAL mop!"

-I tell him if we have a real mop, I don't know where it is. Annoyed, he comes down, looks through the garage. 10 minutes later, mutters angrily, "Mom doesn't use mops anymore?"

-If she ever did, it hasn't been for over 20 years. Because I didn't learn HOW to mop from my mom, I learned at my fucking work.

-"Well, I GUESS this is all we have. Bring the plunger up after me." He takes the Swiffer up and starts cleaning the water. I take the plunger, certain we won't need it.

-He tries to flush the toilet, expecting it to be clogged.

-It flushes completely fine.

-He checks the tank. Oops, looks like nothing is wrong with the tank. He looks back at the plunger, then at the toilet. Mutters, "it fills up really slow."

-"I know. That's why I figured it wasn't overflowing. Because it's my toilet, and I know it fills up so slowly that even when it does get clogged, you can flush it once and the bowl will only fill to the bottom of the brim before water stops pouring in. You'd have to repeatedly flush it to make it overflow."

-He looks around the basin. Oh, what a surprise, he finds where the seal is broken. There's a leak.

-By the way, you know how I mentioned that I only learned to mop at my job?

-I'm a fucking janitor.

My dad takes "mansplaining" to a whole new level.

[br1ghtestlight]

this is so funny to me cuz i actually think i would love to be a plumber. love to unclog a sink or toilet. its genuinely fun and satisfying to mee and im good at it but its such a cishet male dominated industry and most plumbing companies require like at least 3+ years of exprience so i dont see it happening. alt music however is wayy more accessible as a job

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[jentlemahae]

i hate how nowadays some people are trying to push the idea that shorter albums are better than longer ones yall are not real music lovers