#Plumber Manly

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Plumber Manly

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Plumber Manly

Oceanic Plumbing is typically a plumbing service company offering a wide range of services related to residential, commercial, and industrial plumbing needs. While specific businesses under this name may vary depending on location, companies with the name Oceanic Plumbing generally focus on providing reliable, efficient, and high-quality plumbing services, often emphasizing customer satisfaction, expertise, and safety. Plumber Manly

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Plumber Manly West

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[luvvyouforever]

luke danes boyfriend headcanons ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: just a collection of sfw and nsfw headcanons for grumpy pookie bear luke danes! content: fluff, smut mdni 18+, manhandling, hugs, kisses, affection, handy man luke, choking, breeding, praise, oral, etc. author's note: more luke danes content please! he's soooooo

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-you guys are either soooo grumpy x sunshine trope coded or just grumpy x grumpy. you could either be the sundress wearing, friendly, and brightening presence in his life that forces him to put some flowers on the diner's bar or you are just eerily similar, dressing in a similar, cozy way, huffing about putting some christmas decor outside. i do think he needs a little sunshine though <3

-one thing about him though is he is definitely a friends to lovers kinda guy. he likes to get to know someone really well before falling for them. he wants to build a solid base with someone first before he could imagine actually dating them. but once he falls, it's hard and fast, even though he'll vehemently deny it.

-is not very big on pda. it's nothing to do with you! he's just a private man who would prefer his personal matters remain that. personal. he might keep a hand on your lower back when you're walking next to each other, hold your hand down the street, and if he's feeling particularly sweet, pull you in close for a kiss on the head.

-in the privacy of home though? he is much more open to giving and receiving affection. LOVES when he's cooking in the kitchen or washing dishes or brewing coffee early in the morning and you come up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. is also a sucker for laying on the couch together with your legs in his lap. he'll keep his hands there and run them up and down your skin.

-really likes showering together. not even in a sexual way. just enjoys the quiet intimacy of moving around each other, helping the other rinse out all of the shampoo in their hair, and the smell of his more masculine products mixing with yours. would probably switch out his shower head to something that could accommodate both of you.

-you know that kiss in new girl when nick pulls jess in by her arm and holds her tight?

↑ that one? this is definitely how your first kiss went i think. and this is how he kisses you after an argument, before you go home for the night, or when he hasn't seen you in a while.

-idk he's just so like...gruff and manly that he kinda manhandles you around? in like a really sweet way though. more like pussy throbbing way. like if he needs to get something behind you, he'll gently scoot you over to the side. if you're about to run into something while you're walking, he'll tug you into his side and look at you with a slight look of scrutiny.

-will do all of the maintenance around your house for you. it's mostly because he loves acts of service and wants to do things for you, but also has this deeply rooted need to be a provider, the one you can call so you don't have to call anyone else. don't even think about calling a plumber if your sink breaks or something. he'll be over on a break and fix it for you.

-is an early riser. but that doesn't necessarily mean he goes to sleep early. in fact, it's one of his worst habits. you sometimes have to force him to go to sleep with you. even when you do get him into bed, he will toss and turn for a while. he always apologizes but you just sleepily mumble, pull him to lay on your chest, and he eventually gets comfy enough to sleep.

-it takes him a while to seek you out for comfort. i think it has something to do with his masculinity and feeling like a burden. he needs a lot of reassurance and reminders that you are here for him and that you want him to come to you with things on his mind.

-for him, comfort comes in the form of physical touch and validation. while he's talking, hold his hand tightly. he also likes when you're actively listening. if you start picking up another task while he's talking, he's gonna feel like you don't care. don't immediately offer solutions. tell him that what he's feeling is normal or valid or reasonable. once he feels supported, then you can start redirecting.

-gives such warm, full body hugs. i don't think he's an awkward side hug person. if he's gonna hug you, then he's gonna grab your whole body and wrap you up. his arms fit around your waist perfectly and yours fly to wrap around his neck. sometimes he squeezes you so tight that you have to tap his arm and catch your breath.

-is soooo the kind of man to offer you a flannel in the morning. you've woken up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon in the kitchen. he looks over, notices you're awake, and bends down to give you a kiss on the forehead. with a cooking utensil still in hands, he picks up a flannel from the back of a chair and throws it towards you.

-would really like if you could work a little bit at the diner! would never hold it against you, though, especially if you already had a career you were passionate about! i think he would just love the added opportunity to spend quality time with you. his heart quietly flourishes seeing you interact with the regulars and bounce around the room like you've worked there forever.

-is just so domestic with you and loves the comfort and warmth being with you brings. really really loves you with all of his art and would truly do anything for you. you can call him at any time of the day and he would drop anything for you. is such a wonderful, grumpy, loving bf.

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-so you know how he casually manhandles you throughout the day without much thought? that definitely translates into the bedroom. you all are making out on the way up to this apartment, he's leading you to the bed, he not-so-gently pushes you down on the bed, and positions you where wants you most.

-depending on his mood, he can either be rough or incredibly doting and sweet. if he's had a rough day with annoyances after annoyances, his grips on you become tighter and you wake up with more hickies and he's pounding you down into the bed. if it's been a slow, loving day, or if it's something special like your birthday, he's much more slow and leisurely with it.

-definitely enjoys blowjobs. like it's okay to say that male characters like receiving oral, guys. luke is putty in your hands when you get on your knees before him and take him into your mouth. he likes to keep a hand on your head and while he tries to guide the pace at first, the closer he gets to finishing, the more he lets you take over.

-quickies, admittedly, are not his favorite. BUT someone is in the diner that he trusts to watch over it, he would let you lead him back into a locked storage room or upstairs for a quick round. or maybe two. a blowjob at the very least.

-is the type of guy to get really turned on when you're dressed comfortably and lazy. don't get me wrong, he really appreciates those times when you put in some extra energy to get dressed and he likes seeing you in dresses or nice pants, but something about you dressed in sweatpants with messy hair and no makeup on just does something different to him. morning sex is a common experience.

-knows how hot you think he is when he's doing all kinds of manly stuff for you. watching him fix your porch rail or carry up a heavy bag of concrete to fix your stairs has you biting your lip, ready to drag him into the bedroom right then and there. definitely uses it to his advantage too.

-enjoys going down on you, but it took him a minute to get really good at it. like he's moderately experienced, but he needed you to guide him where everything felt best. he would be lying though if he said he didn't enjoy the teaching and encouragement from you.

-probably teases you in bed. and not in the way that you're thinking. he's not big into orgasm denial or anything like that. BUT he does make fun of you sometimes. pokes fun at how needy you are for him in his deep voice. when you're moaning and screaming his name, he's all sarcastic like, "must feel real good, huh?" kind of an asshole but in a really hot way.

-calls you "good girl" in both a casual and sexual way. mostly without thinking too. like okok casually, you're on a phone call with him while he's telling you how to change the oil in your car and when you do something correctly, he's all like "good girl, now you'll have to screw the new filter in, okay?" and then in the bedroom, you'll be riding him and he's all deep in you with his head thrown back and he whispers this really rough "good girl" with the syllables drawn out.

-speaking of being deep inside you, he's pretty thick i think and stretches you out really good. and when he fucks, he goes in deep. like none of this just the tip stuff. he's getting in there. like i swear when he fucks it sounds like a shotgun blast.

-biggg grunter and "fuck" whisperer. buries his head into your neck when he's fucking you and you can feel his warm breaths against your skin and every noise he's making echoes into your ears. he definitely encourages you to make noise, though. he really loves the extra encouragement it gives him.

-i think he leans more on the vanilla side of sex, but i feel like that's because he just hasn't looked into any kinks. if he were to really think about what he finds hot, i think he would have a small thing for choking, breeding, and definitely realizes the love he has for giving and receiving praise. just let him wrap a hand around your throat, fill you with cum, and tell you how good you're doing. he'll be a happy man forever :)

[quirrrky]

—.: ･ﾟ✦ MUTUAL CRUSH

IWAIZUMI, AKAASHI, KUROO

≡ NOTES ⋮ iwa-chan just omyghad! and akaashi you! OFC, kuroo my love, my hope, my ultimate fantasy (can't believe I'm fangirling over my work)

IWAIZUMI 

Who would appear so good-looking just throwing the trash out? Of course, it’s your neighbor, and you couldn't believe the man would come knocking at your door, offering to take out the trash for you.

Iwaizumi would always extend his help in fixing things around your home. You needed to replace the light bulb, he’s one doorbell away. You thought Iwaizumi was simply being kind and you’re blessed to have him around. From repainting your room to moving your furniture around he was there and he’s the one you called. Mainly, because you also wanted to see him, kind of to get close to him. 

It was all just a harmless crush until you called him instead of a plumber.  

His top got drenched from the faulty water works, so he removed his shirt revealing his well-sculpted body. You gulped, throat drying up at the sight of him turning something with a wrench, his biceps bulging as he did so.   

He raked a hand through his hair, and you sure felt the air got stuck in your chest. He was so strong and manly. Swoon-worthy. Totally not the prince charming type. A little rough around the edges, but he’s perfect and he’s making you feel things you never had before. 

Meanwhile, Hajime never felt bothered by a lot of things, until he moved in next to you. He couldn’t help but find you beautiful the moment he laid eyes on you along the hallway. Not to mention, you would wait for him in the elevator and would give him a little something from the grocery store. That’s why he decided to be your go-to guy, of course it’s not because he wanted to impress you or something. Really though he wanted to impress you, pfft.  

“Fixed,” he stood up, and you were just there...speechless, until you regained awareness. 

“Thank you,” you said and extended a towel to him. “Here, use this so you can dry yourself up.” 

He patted the towel along his body, and his eyes never leaving yours. You just watched in awe still trying to remain composed.  

“I’ll just return this to you after laundry,” he informed while slinging the towel over his shoulder. How could a simple act make you feel a little crazy? 

“Y-Yes...” You were almost speechless, and he was quite hesitant to leave either.  

“See you,” he bade as he went past your front door. 

“See you,” you said in response as he closed the door.  

Gosh, you should’ve coked for him as a way of thanking him for everything. You couldn’t believe you let the chance to spend more time with him slip away.  

You sighed when you heard your doorbell ring. Opening the door, you were surprised to find Iwaizumi outside.  

“Are you free tonight?” He asked and you blinked in disbelief. “Can you join me for dinner?” 

AKAASHI  

It all started one morning when he dropped by the coffee shop near his office and you’re the one who handed him his drink.  

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Akaashi said with bewildered eyes. His hand over yours around the cup not moving.  

You blushed equally finding the man in front of you attractive. “I just started today.”’ 

And what started that day was not only your part-time job, but also the unspoken attraction between you and your favorite customer.  

Keiji would always sit on the lounge chair facing the counter. He normally worked at the office, but now he had a new place to get things accomplished. Whenever he’s strained from reviewing different materials, one glance at you and every bit of stress just fades away. He’d sneak a glance at you through the brim of his cup as he sipped. Sometimes he’d subtly chuckle whenever you’d do something clumsy. 

You, on the other hand, would casually look his way whenever there’s no new customer around. Oh, how you resisted the urge to offer him something just so you could talk to him. 

You both needed divine intervention until that day came. It was when he looked out of his element. He still managed to smile at you though, but worry was evident in his tired eyes, so you braved up and wrote a note on his cup. 

He took his drink as usual and only noticed your note once he settled in his seat.  

A beautiful smile would make a beautiful day.  

A smile spread across his face. He looked at you and you exchanged shy and knowing gazes. Now, he was thinking of a way to return the favor. Knowing that you were the one who always bussed out his table, he left a table napkin with a hand-written note. 

Proof that a beautiful smile could make someone’s day even better. 

You thought he was not able to see your smile when you saw the note he left, but you didn’t know that he waited for you from across the street. He smirked in success as soon as he saw you giggling to yourself.  

It went on for weeks that it became a routine—no, it became something that you both looked forward to everyday, until Keiji showed up at the coffeeshop, but you weren’t the one attending him.  

Maybe you were absent for that day, but it persisted for the following days. It’s silly but Keiji felt a weird kind of panic. What if he won’t see you again? Maybe he should have gotten your number earlier on or befriended you than exchanged silly notes through paper cups and table napkins.  

He exhaled in exasperation. The chimes to the shop’s clank, which made him look and he was beyond relieved to see you.  

You were in casual clothes and didn’t seem to be working for the day. You held each other’s gazes as if you were both about to say something but didn’t know what it was. 

“Y/N, what brings you here?” Your colleague asked. “Have you left something?” 

Your eyes never left Keiji’s as you replied, “Yes, I think I might have.” To be honest, your contract was done. It was just a temporary stint after all, but something inside you was nagging you to come back. “Sir,” you greeted the bespectacled man in front of you.  

“Keiji, it’s Keiji,” he said. 

You smiled, pointing to his drink. “Did they get it right? You want yours with cinnamon.” 

“No, I...” Keiji smiled and shyly rubbed the back of his neck. “I actually want mine made by you.” 

Your cheeks heat up not expecting to hear that from him. He always seemed like a shy type, you thought, but Keiji won’t let this chance slip away.  

“Do you...Do you want anything to drink?” He asked and offered, “It’s on me.”  

You bashfully smiled. Finally, that day, you two shared more than just notes from cups and table napkins.  

KUROO 

Your work life was basically as plain as it could get. Boring same-same eight-to-five thing. You’re basically praying for something magical to happen for once until that very wish was granted.  

Once upon a time, when you were about to go up to your floor, the elevator almost closed in on you. When it reopened again, you were met with the sight of a tall and handsome man looking dapper in a suit. You never believed that time could stop even in a snap, but it did at that moment, and you were looking at each other with such bewilderment.  

You controlled not grinning from ear to ear. You got off before him and you wished you could’ve seen his name on his ID before you left. Maybe you’d see him again. Hopefully, you could. 

Maybe it wasn’t the first time you’d seen each other or came across one another, but there’s something about that day that changed everything. Ever since that chance encounter, you would frequently ride the same elevator.

You would take note of the different patterns of his necktie and the way his suit sets always looked good on him. Add to that, the divine way his perfume complemented his get-up.  

Meanwhile, Kuroo was so lucky he always got to enter first and he could watch you right in front of him, catching a glance of the cute little expression you had before entering the elevator. He couldn’t help but take note of the sweet scent you gave of. Was it your perfume or your shampoo? 

You gave him something to look forward to at work every day and he gave you something to feed your imagination.  

Elevator hottie as you nicknamed him not knowing that he tagged you as Elevator cutie too. 

It almost became a silent agreement between the two of you. Kuroo would always wear that confident smirk and you would bite your cheek attempting not to grin. You didn’t see each other everyday, but you both treasured the opportunity once it was there.  

It went on for a few months now, and the moments you were shoulder to shoulder against each other were the only chance you could get to be closer. You were a little shy and Kuroo couldn’t get a good chance to start a conversation with all the other passengers around, until that one day.  

You got off the elevator while placing your phone inside your bag not noticing that it didn’t slip inside. You walked unaware of what happened. 

”Y/N!” 

Someone called out to you, and you turned towards the direction of your name. You were surprised to see that it was him.  

“Your phone,” he said, giving you the gadget. 

“Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you so much.” You told him and finally placed your phone inside your bag. Wondering how he knew your name, you asked, “Wait...how did you-” 

Coyly biting his lip, he chuckled, “Your ID.” 

Your eyes widened in a delightful surprise.  

He reached out his hand, “I'm Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou, by the way.” 

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[ishomieokay]

I'm not sure how to explain this, but in my mind, Crowley is the Manly Man of the relationship in all aspects of their day-to-day life.

Someone put pickles in Aziraphale's order although he asked them not to? He's gonna complain. They are walking through a busy avenue? He will put his hand on Aziraphale's lower back to make sure he crosses safely to the otherside. They are going dancing? He will lead. They are dining at The Ritz? He's gonna pay. There's a leak on the bookshop? He will be trying to fix it on his own for three business days, then call a plumber while Aziraphale's away and take the credit.

In the bedroom, though? Uh, uh, we all know who's panting, and crying, and begging and blushing like a virgin there, and it's not Aziraphale.

[octuscle]

I’ve done lots of swimming and exercise in my life but I’ve never really put on any proper muscle, also doesn’t help that I look kinda baby faced. So I’ve always gotten a little jealous when I see pics of big burly bearded rugby players or like wrestlers and athletes who seem to ooze manliness, any chance you could do something to help ease my jealousy?

There are certainly worse things than having the lean and toned body of a swimmer. But I can understand you, I myself have tried for a damn long time and in vain to develop the body of a real man. But even I somehow always remained the boyish swimmer. Let's see what we can do.

In the morning, before work, you swim your usual laps in the pool. 40 lanes of 50 meters each, the normal training. But when you get out of the pool today, you are horrified. What a shitty time! You haven't been this slow in a long time. And yet you feel in top shape! It's silly, but as punishment for the bad time, you do push-ups and burpees on the edge of the pool. Fortunately, there is hardly anyone here at this time. Officially, the pool will not open before a few minutes. But as a member of the swimming club you are allowed to enter the pool earlier. The pool attendant watches you do your exercises with a grin and asks if you've been working out more for mass lately. With your body you should have problems gliding through the water. You look down at yourself. Fuck, yeah! Your pecs have definitely gained mass. As you shower, your hands glide over your body. Feels different. Better! And especially hairier. Fuck, you really need to shave. Why actually? You like to soap your fur on your chest.

Did you make a mistake in the locker? These are not your clothes… Instead of your suit, there's a wifebeater, a boiler suit and a bomber jacket. Jockstrap and white socks. Everything is not clean anymore… Heavy work boots. Yeah, right. You have to go to the construction site now. You're a plumber. Your van is parked outside the swimming pool. Hey, it must be the chlorine, you're really crazy in the head. Or maybe you're just hungry. On the way to the construction site, you quickly get yourself a couple of meatball rolls. Yes, it's only 6:30 a.m., but you need meat now. At the construction site, it's all about rugby again. The games of the last weekend. The games of the next weekend. A colleague says that as coach of the Junior team you should be harder on his son. It would be a dream of his if you could make him as much of a stud as you are.

You like the job as a coach. But as long as you can, you'd rather be on the field yourself. But before your training starts, you do a few sit-ups to warm up. You are slowly approaching the age of 40. But you still have the body of a Greek god. You pause for a moment in your workout. Your colleague's son comes out of the clubhouse and waves to you. Horny guy. Yes, you can really take him a little harder…

[handeaux]

Why Did Cincinnati Abandon Cricket To Become America’s First Baseball Powerhouse?

You can blame the Civil War for Cincinnati becoming the home of professional baseball. Well into the 1860s, this was a cricket town with “town ball” and “base ball” taking a distant second place to bowlers and wickets.

The curious researcher can still find references to Cincinnati’s early cricketeers today, but most often as footnotes to the history of baseball. However, it is not too much of a stretch to say that baseball would not have prevailed in Cincinnati without the boost it received from the old-time cricket clubs.

Cincinnati’s cricket clubs were formidable opponents, hosting international matches with Canadian teams and participating in home-and-away rivalries with cricket clubs in Chicago, Cleveland and Pittsburgh. Cincinnati cricketeers were professionals long before the nascent Red Stockings decided to pay their players.

Cricket was most definitely an Englishman’s game and Cincinnati before the Civil War was largely a city of English origins. The Cincinnati Gazette [6 October 1853] summed up the popularity of the “manly old game”:

“Cricket matches are now quite in fashion. We see notice of them in numerous exchanges, East, North and West. Wherever Englishmen are found, there a Cricket Club is found with them.”

Although Cincinnati newspapers carried stories about out-of-town cricket matches as early as the 1820s, local cricketeers didn’t get organized until the 1840s. The Queen City Cricket Club convened in 1843 every Thursday at 2:00 p.m. at “Wade’s Woods” northwest of the intersection of Liberty Street and Central Avenue. By 1845, the Western Cricket Club offered some stiff competition to the Queen City club and the two teams battled it out on grounds located “at the foot of Eighth Street” in the Millcreek bottoms near the Whitewater Canal. It appears that the players were solidly middle-class – salesmen, plumbers, carpenters and shopkeepers – the sorts of folks who could spare a weekly afternoon to indulge in outdoor recreation.

By 1850 the Union Cricket Club, apparently a merger of the Queen City and Western clubs, was the dominant local team. Cricket grounds were hard to come by and the Union Club played variously at the Orphan Asylum lot where Music Hall now stands, on a wood-ringed field off Madison Road in East Walnut Hills, near the canal in Camp Washington and at the back of what later became known as Lincoln Park, location of Union Terminal today. From time to time, reports indicate that adherents of “town ball” or “base ball” also made use of the Union Cricket grounds, but only on days when the cricketeers were otherwise occupied.

Among the Cincinnati cricket stalwarts back in the day was Jonathan Hattersley, born in Sheffield, England, in 1835. Hattersley emigrated to the United States as a young man, arriving in New Orleans and working his way up the rivers to Cincinnati. After a failed start as manager of a weaving operation, he set himself up as the sales agent for a number of British steel refineries. He later joined the firm of Thomas Turner, manufacturer of cutting and slicing equipment. Hattersley married the owner’s daughter, bought out his father-in-law, and set up a saw manufactory with his son, Harry. Before the Cincinnati Fire Department went professional in 1853, Hattersley battled blazes with the Franklins, one of the amateur companies active in the city. He was among the founders of the Western Cricket Club and later became president of the mighty Union Cricket Club. His office in the saw blade factory on Third Street served essentially as the club’s headquarters.

The Union Cricket Club dominated Cincinnati cricket from the 1840s into the 1870s. Its bench was so deep that the club supported two teams – the stars and a farm team both under one roof. While the “first eleven” participated in matches from Chicago to the East Coast, the “second eleven” kept the hometown fans occupied by playing clubs from Northern Kentucky, Lawrenceburg and some smaller Ohio towns. The Union Club even challenged a championship English club then touring the states but couldn’t reconcile schedules. About half the Union Cricket Club players were paid professionals.

It was Jonathan Hattersley who recruited George and Harry Wright to Cincinnati from New York’s stellar St. George Cricket Club. Although the Wright brothers carried the original Cincinnati Red Stockings to baseball glory, they arrived in the Queen City as professional cricket players. Harry Wright was also from Sheffield, born the same year as Jonathan Hattersley. One may assume they had met in childhood. In an interview with the Enquirer [20 August 1875], Harry, by then manager of the Boston Red Stockings, recounted his arrival in Cincinnati:

“I was under contract, and was offered very fine inducements to leave New York. When I arrived in Cincinnati cricket was all the rage, but it finally subsided, and from the club I managed the old Red Stockings of that city was organized. I would like to say in this connection that the uniform I used as the cricketer was adopted by the Base-Ball Club.”

Wright glosses over what specific factors caused the “rage” for cricket to “subside,” but baseball scholars generally point to the Civil War, which brought young men from all over the United States together and gave them a great deal of free time when they weren’t busy shooting each other. Simon Worrall, writing in Smithsonian Magazine [October 2006] describes the wartime conditions that promoted baseball over cricket:

“A year before the Civil War broke out, “Beadle's Dime Base-Ball Player,” published in New York City, sold 50,000 copies in the United States. Soldiers from both sides of the conflict carried it, and both North and South embraced the new game. It was faster than cricket, easier to learn and required little in the way of equipment: just a bat (simpler to make than a cricket bat, which requires sophisticated joinery), a ball and four gunnysacks thrown on a patch of ground, and you're ready to play.”

By the time the war ended, Cincinnati seethed with baseball fever. Even Jonathan Hatterley’s son, Harry, took up baseball, catching for the junior-league Pickwicks in Cincinnati. A group of young executives – many of them Civil War veterans – organized the Cincinnati Base Ball Club on 23 July 1866 and quickly allied with the Union Cricket Club, who already had very nice facilities ready for play. According to Harry Ellard’s 1907 “Baseball in Cincinnati”:

“In 1867 the club moved to the grounds of the Union Cricket Club, with which was made a quasi alliance. These grounds were situated at the foot of Richmond Street. They were used in the summer for cricket and baseball and in winter were flooded and used for skating purposes, where great enthusiasm was manifested in this winter sport, with a series of interesting carnivals.”

Harry Wright and his brother George were convinced to give up cricket to lead America’s first professional baseball team. The rest, as they say, is history. Still, Harry, George and the rest of their team did not totally abandon cricket. It is not often reported that the Cincinnati Red Stockings, during their undefeated inaugural season, actually played a cricket match. In San Francisco, on 28 September 1869, the Cincinnati baseball team engaged the “All California Eleven.” According to Ellard:

“For the sake of variety and amusement they played a game of cricket with the California eleven, in which they showed that they could play cricket as well as baseball.”

The former cricketeers now known as the Cincinnati Red Stockings prevailed 118 to 79.

[itzmaztercom]

I'm so stressed and mad school gonna start tomorow VRIVHIHID,PLUS I HAVE TEST!🙄And I have to find an internship for February ..And I also have to find my way to go to a normal or vocational high school LIKZ BOI IDC,my dad wants me to be a plumber or an electrician..because it's manly 💅plus y'k the test are 'easy' expect i'm retarded but literally so imma die it gonna be hard for me omggggg

[pluckyredhead]

Au where the rusty old pipes in Kyle's apartment bursts open and Guy's the plumber sent to fix his pipes and Kyle sees him and goes 👀 and proceeds to wear the shortest shorts possible and sticks his ass out in provocative poses and he's like, "I'm so glad you fixed my pipes, Mr. Gardner," and Guy's like oh I'm going to fix his pipes alright. And then he gives him the pipe. (the pipe is his dick)

Guy's not even a real plumber, Kyle just rents the apartment above Warrior's and when he shows up in the bar looking pathetic and wet Guy's need to be A Manly Man With Tools overwhelms him. (The tools are his dick.)

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Plumber Manly

[jonathanjohnnyjones]

"be honest… ARE you-a shark?" // pfffff

Johnny's body jerked hard at that question; an involuntary action that spoke magnitudes. The question blindsided him so hard he couldn't possibly have prepared for it by putting up a wall. It was like a harpoon straight to the heart. Something that struck the very soul inside of him to it's core. His darkest secret exposed for the world to know.

He wanted to lie. He wanted to make up something that made him seem leagues better than what the past reminded him of. If it were anyone else, perhaps that's what he could have done.

But he couldn't lie to a friend as dear as Mario.

If he was asking this, he no doubt had suspicions.

"That's a bit hard to explain," Johnny's voice was low, subdued from it;s former boisterous tone. It sounded utterly defeated, a sorrow he didn't like letting escape. He turned his back to the plumber, unable to look him in the eye.

"Surely you know what happened to the crew here. I'm sure you've been told the tales of the captain who met his unfortunate end and went down with his ship...What if I told ya, he was still here with it? That this body was all a rouse...in a way.

That the reason I move like a human more than I do a fish is because I'm not exactly used to moving like one? My outward appearance is just a husk of a formidable foe I defeated to rule this sea. But, you probably surmised that much, right? You're sharp like that..."

Johnny glanced over at his hook hand, watching the rippling shadows of the water wash over it.

"I'm merely a wandering soul who inhabited the husk of something that remained of his past, trying to do the best with what I've got. A man stuck in Davey Jone's locker with the mates he could never save, trying to make up for it in the afterlife."

Now Mario knew, he knew everything - the shame, the pain, all the things Johnny kept caged in that manly shark facade of his.

"Sorry I pulled a fast one on ya, mate. This isn't exactly my finest hour...and maybe...it's hard to admit to myself at times, too...."

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How to Handle Frozen and Burst Pipes?

Winter often has the potential to change your safe home into a disaster area quicker than anything.

Suddenly you find yourself in the situation where you are sipping hot cocoa, basking in the cozy warmth, while a catastrophic pipe burst occurs, sending your living room so underwater you can call it an indoor swimming pool.

No wonder no one wants to see that type of world in winter.

The Chilling Reality of Frozen Pipes

Water has a stealthy superpower during winter. The internal liquid might stiffen right into a solid block of ice as the temperatures go lower, consequently creating out rigidly that it could even grow beyond the pipe structure in some cases.

During this process, it causes a huge force to be experienced within the pipes which can result in the cracking, splitting, and even bursting of pipes which can therefore leave you with a huge and costly problem.

Warning Signs: When Pipes Are About to Break

Your Burst Pipe Plumber Brisbane give out distress signals before they are burned by winter. So, look out for the accompanying signs: markedly decreased water flow, odd gurgling noises, pipes that are visibly frosty, or exceptionally cool spots along the plumbing pipes, these are your alerting system.

Quick Action Steps When Pipes Freeze

Time will be your best weapon against frozen pipes, so rush. The first step is to turn on the faucets and let warm water flow slowly - water is temperature-resilient. Add warmth with a hairdryer, heating pad, or warm towels to the frozen part. Don't use open flames or intense heat as it can cause further damage.

Prevention: Your Best Defense Strategy

Protecting your pipes can be compared to preparing your home for winter by putting "winter clothes" on the plumbing. The pipes in unexplored areas like crawl spaces, attics, and exterior walls should be insulated.

Close/open any air leaks at pipe locations. Use a thermostat with a variable setting to maintain temperature indoors, even when you are gone. On the other hand, if you must get emergency plumber Manly services, expert assistance could come up with a host of pipe defense techniques.

When Disaster Strikes: Burst Pipe Emergency Protocol

If a pipe bursts, act quickly and decisively. Shut off your main water valve immediately to prevent further flooding. Remove valuable items from the affected area. Use buckets, towels, and wet vacuums to minimize water damage. Get in touch with an emergency plumber Mansfield who can assess and repair the damage swiftly.

Long-Term Pipe Protection Strategies

Invest in quality pipe insulation. Consider installing heat tape on vulnerable pipes. Keep your home's temperature consistent, even during freezing nights. Schedule regular plumbing inspections to catch potential issues before they become catastrophic.

The Emotional and Financial Impact

A burst pipe isn't just a plumbing problem – it's a potential emotional and financial nightmare. Water damage can destroy cherished memories, compromise your home's structural integrity, and lead to expensive repairs. You can go from being a victim to being proactive by understanding and preparing.

Your Next Steps

Winter doesn't have to be a season of plumbing panic. Armed with knowledge, preparation, and the right professional support, you can protect your home from frozen and burst pipes. Stay vigilant, stay prepared, and remember: a little prevention goes a long way in keeping your home safe and dry.