#Top Plumbing Tips You Need To Know

[sayokoni]

Apologies 

💔- angst to fluff

Warnings : Angst but fluff at the end, little bit of cursing, yelling, crying, Toji being an ass, sensitive reader (tell me if I forgot smt)

Summary: Toji was exhausted and just wanted to relax but you had a unpleasant surprise, that resulted him to take out his frustration on you

Word count: 1,7k

11:44pm

That’s the time his watch was telling him he had a lot of jobs lately so toji was rarely home the whole last week and also he was really exhausted and to top all off that the last job he did didn’t bring him the amount of money he hoped to get so he was really pissed and on the edge right now. But that’s now over he had finish everything he had to do so now he can finally relax and get this shitty week behind him. He sighed before He quietly opened the front door because he taught that you were already sleeping but to his surprise there was still light burning in the living room so he tip toed in case you are sleeping one the couch but you weren’t laying one the couch to.

„ Toji ?” A sing full voice bounced through the room „ Toji are you back home” you said as you walked towards the living room

„ yeah I’m back did ya missed me?” He asked as he opened his arms to let you hug him

„ yeah I missed you a lot glad you got home in one pice “ you said while hugging him tight

He chuckled „ me too ,I just want to relax now would you like to join me? “ he asked has he was getting ready to plumb onto the couch but you stopped him „ yeah but first i need to show you something I have a surprise for you “ you said while barley holding back your smile „ oh you do but can’t that wait till tomorrow I’m really ti-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence „ please toji it’ll only take a minute “ you said in hope he give in „ fine what can I do when you asked so sweet what is the surprise? “ he asked now interested what you’re about to show him „ come I’ll show you “ you giggled you were so excited to show him your work soo you grabbed his hand and let him to his office.

„ TA DAA” you said with a big smile „ what the hell?” Toji asked dumbfounded you were a bit confused but you went one „ I rearranged your Uhm Workplace or your “ you whispers „ weapons room “ but he kept looking like he saw a ghost „ soo I taught it would look nice if your desk would face the window for a good view and I cleaned and rearrange you weapons- “ after that sentence it was like toji came back to life „ you did what???“ you didn’t quite like his tone „ Uhm I rearrange your weapons and paperwork” you said nodding a bit disappointed at his reaction „ no no no you messed everything up where was the Pille of paper I left on the desk and who the hell allowed you to Touch my weapons don’t you know some of them contains poison” he raised his voice at you, he was yelling , you were a bit shocked at his reaction but understood his pov „ I tried to keep your things the way they were I just wanted to help you I didn’t mean any harm sorry toji”

You didn’t mean to do that you just wanted to please him because he always said that’s he want to change the room „ well next time don’t do you know how long it gone cost me to rearrange the mess you did” his voice got poison in it and he never talk to you like that

„ I really didn’t mean it toji if you want I can help you fix everything I’m really sorry please forgive me” there were already tears starting to form in your eyes but you couldn’t let them out you don’t want to upset him more

„ your excuse can fu*k me I don’t need your fu*king help “ he said while turning his back to you. That did the rest for you, you couldn't hold back your tears any longer so you almost run to the bedroom. Toji could only here you’re footsteps going away from him and the sound of door closing he sighed and pinched the bridge off his nose as he started to put his things back the way they were

More than two hours had passed but he was finally done as he took a few steps away from his desk he noticed that the room actually looked really nice you really put a lot of effort in it and to top it all you moved his desk and furniture and they were all quite heavy a big wave of guilt washes over toji whohe realised how he talked to you, he shouldn’t reacted the why he did he shouldn’t have yelled at you like that for trying to make him happy, he needs to fix this fast!

So he went to your sheared bedroom knocked a few times in hope of an answer but he only was meet with silence „ y/n “ he said softly he opened the door just to be meet with a perfect made bed „ what the hell?” weren’t you here he clearly heard you walking in this direction and also the noise of door closing so there is only one other room you could be. Now he was standing in fort of the guest room he knocked no response so he tried to opens the door but it was closed yep you where definitely in there and it only confirmed him that he messed up bad „ y/n? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that I just…” he doesn’t know what to say to you but he continues „ I was really tired and I totally overreacted I know that this is not an excuse for the way I treated you but I want you to know I’m really sorry” he said with so much genuine that one could clearly tell that he meant it but still he was meet with silence he was about to go when he heard a light snore Coming from the other side of the door oh you were sleeping he looked at his watch and…„ what already 2 o'clock in the morning” he was so deep into rearranging everything that he lost track of the time. Back in your sherd bed room toji change in something more comfortable while thinking on how he could make it up to you his mind was still racing as he laid in bed feeling so incredibly guilty he hopes he can solve that issue fast.

You woke up white the sun in your eyes and nasty headache when you stood up you were confused when you noticed that you were in the guest bedroom until it all came back to you

„ next time don’t, you messed everything up, you excuse can fu*k me” Toji’s hate filled words were going through your mind over and over again, right there was an argument last night. You considers lying back down again and just sleeping the headache away but then you stomach starts to growl you sighed and had give in. You slowly walk out of the room tip toed in case toji was still sleeping when you reached the living room you saw your phone one the table right you had forgotten it last night here…but never mind that you looked in horror at the time at was already past 14 o’clock you slept till noon great normally toji would’ve woken you up long time ago so you could breakfast together but for now that wasn’t the case. We’re even is he when is passed noon he should be awake by now when you went to the kitchen it was the way you left it last night ‘ din’t he eat?’ You asked yourself. It was so quiet almost to quiet so you found the courage to got to your shared bedroom. You slowly open the door and pushed your head through it and, the room was empty so you went completely inside he wasn’t here the bed was messed up so he clearly slept here so where was he know you knew for sure he don’t had any jobs today so you started to worry ‘ d-did he leave no no no way he can’t leave or can he it was just a mistake you dint‘t mean any harm really how long was he gone?‘ tears starting to form again you can’t lose him you were about to start to cry your eyes out again but suddenly you heard the front door you went to check if It was toji or maybe he send somebody to get rid of you, you slowly made your way to the front door till you saw toji that was trying to get his shoes of „ toji ?” You called out his name „ y/n?” Your lips started to wobble „ I am sorry Toji I didn’t mean to make you mad really please forgive me please don’t don’t leave me please” your voice broke at the end

„ doll what do you mean I shouldn’t leave I dint’t and I’ll never will listen to me I’m the one who should apologise I shouldn’t have yelled at you for trying to make me happy really I’m so fucking sorry I felt so guilty I couldn’t sleep last night and you, you went through all that trouble rearranging my office even tho it’s not you Job but you still did it I don’t deserve you at all you are way to good to me and even tho you apologise I keep yelling at you I’m sorry y/n “

Now your were to one who is dumbfounded he is apologizing??

You started to tear up again

„ I’m sorry toji for troubling you but “ you look directly into his eyes with a pout

„ never yell at me like that I really thought you left me “ the last sentence was muffled because you buried your face into his chest

„ I would never leave you doll ya know that I just wanted to get you some flowers and chocolate to apologize that’s why I quickly run to the store” you just now noticed the flowers behind his back

„ aww toji I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH”

You said while hugging him tightly

„ love ya to doll”

I hope y’all like it tell me about it in the comments :3

I apologize again because I’m sure there are mistakes in it

[jaemmphilia]

I'm so sorry but, CHAN like OHMYGHADDD!! HES SO FUCKING FINE!?!? SHITT LIKE HOLYY!? I KEPT IMAGINING HIM BEING A PLUMBER AND GOING TO 'FIX' Your PIPES?!? It may be weird but, I kept imaginin that, Can you help me to reimagine my imagination, top!dom!plumber!chan x bot!femboy!malereader smut were like the reader seduces his plumber to 'fix' his pipes by wearing a very revealing lingerie, then things get spicier and hotter 😱🥵

SOOOO SORRY IF MY IMAGINATION WAS STRAIGHT UP WILDDD 😭

this made me laugh i’m ngl 😭😭 I CHANGED MY MIND AND IM WRITING IT HERE

alright, so you're like pissed off bc your sink is draining slow, and you would ask your dad to help, but he's all the way in another part of your town

you're just chilling on your couch, scrolling through your socials when you see an ad for some guy looking for plumbing work, and you think this is the golden opportunity

you quickly go to the website and skim the information, and you book an appointment with them all excited bc you'll finally be able to do some dishes

a few days later, you're just chilling at home, comfortable in your baby blue lingerie set, and you totally forgot about the plumber that was coming to your house to fix your sink

when a knock scares the shit out of you, you don't have time to run and go change, so you have to answer the door half naked, your entire body warm with embarrassment

chan's eyes literally bulge out of his head when he looks at you- your skin is smooth and he can smell the lotion you're wearing, it makes him a little dizzy

he clears his throat, trying to hide the fact that he was 100% checking you out

you let him into your house, and you lead him to the kitchen, and you can just FEEL his eyes on your ass as you walk

you have to admit it though, he's pretty hot,,, you don't mind the way he looks like he wants to eat you alive

which brings you to now, you're seated on your counter, legs crossed as you watch chan work

he's on his back, his muscles rippling as he takes apart your sink, and you can see a half-chub in his loose pants

you bite your lip and grab your open water bottle that sits beside you and you tip it over, causing it to spill on chan's crotch

"oops" you giggle innocently when chan lets out a surprised yelp at the cold water hitting his dick

"looks like you'll have to take those off so they can dry" you give him a pout with a cute tilt of your head

chan just chuckles in disbelief, he didn't expect you to play dirty like that, you need to be taught a lesson

chan thinks the sink can wait for a bit, and he stands up, towering over you with a dark look in his eyes

you gulp and try to look confident, but you know chan can see right through you, and he forces you to look up at him, his hand gripping your jaw roughly

you look up at him through your mascara-clad lashes, a cute little pout on your face

"you're gonna pay for that, cutie"

you find yourself bent over the counter, chan's thick cock hitting deep inside you, you're crying out as he grips your hips tightly

his thighs are smacking against yours, echoing in the kitchen as your hips stutter

you know chan is close bc he's stsrting to whine and his hips grip onto you tighter

you feel him pull out of you and you whine at him, he flips you over so you're facing him

he pushes you down on your knees, and you look up at him confused

chan starts jerking his cock in front of your face, and you open your mouth, looking up at him

chan thinks he could cum from the sight of you alone- you have black tears on your cheeks, your soft lipstick is smeared, and your hair is mussed- you look irresistable

white ropes of cum splatter on your face, some of it falling into your open mouth

your tongue comes out to lick some of it that landed near the corner of your mouth

chan leans over, his hands on the counter behind you as he catches his breath

you look up at him while he looks down at you

"would now be a bad time to ask you to continue fixing my pipes?" you ask and chan can't help but laugh at you and your cuteness

[avelera]

Sometimes I think about material archaeology and our modern conveniences and I think about just how hard it would be to rebuild all this. How many billions of hours and billions of people it took over the existence Homo Sapiens to take us from the most basic tools like fire and bone tools to the present. This isn’t a moralizing statement. This is simply a fact.

It is so hard to build anything from scratch. Truly from scratch, out by yourself in the middle of the woods. Sometimes I’ll just pick an object and think of all the materials in it and how long it took humankind to discover how to build it the way we do today. To transport it. Little things like floor tiles, or a pair of scissors, and more complex things like plumbing systems and communication lines and roads that can handle the weight of a vehicle.

Do you know it’s possible to tell when a building was made by the quality and size and color of the bricks where I live? Some are 300 years old which is old for the US. Some are a different color than the other bricks so you know the building was made after railroads, so the bricks come from a different part of the country. The bricks we make today are mass produced and the lines much more perfect than the bricks of the 19th century. You can see where modern bricks were used to restore old buildings by the change in color and where old windows were closed up.

Did you know you can tell the age of Roman statues and portraits from the hair and the eyes because luxurious curly hair could not be done until the 2nd c CE because certain drill tips that allowed it had not been invented yet, so curled hair was suggested by lines on the scalp? Many forms of art can be identified by when the technology that allowed them came into being.

Our ancestors weren’t genetically dumber than us. They just had fewer tools. Tools develop over time and starting from zero was excruciatingly difficult it took millions of years to reach a point where writing could be conceived of and invented in a way that allowed the spreading of this knowledge from one place and generation to the next. Then, people could start to build one discovery on top of another and not lose it in a few generations.

Anyway, I think about this sometimes. The invisible complexity of the material world and the rules it sets by the availability of the tools needed for certain items that we simply use and accept as part of our lives. And how hard it would be to do it all over again.

[motohagios]

liberty: lord im so glad to finally find someone just like me out here. it was gettin lonely as hell. there are things i need to talk about that NOBODY here gets

luce: oh well i'm so glad you were able to find someone!! it must be so liberating to be able to finally talk about intersex issues

liberty: what? i'm talking about having someone who knows what whataburger is

luce: o-oh

frol: i fuckin miss whataburger. new york burgers are shit. if i had my druthers they'd open up a damn whataburger here instead of that shake shack bullshit

davey: GASP

liberty: oh simmer down davey. if any of y'all had whataburger just once you'd understand.

davey: i can't.... i can't accept this

liberty: enough of the drama queen antics davey. anyway since we're all here let's get started.

frol: huh? on what

liberty: well first we're gonna go to texas roadhouse here, it ain't as good as actual texan food but i'm fixin to get some steak right now. then we'll go to dunkin 'cause i want one of those pumpkin things. then we're going to watch that damn musical since davey kept crying at me to go watch it so we'll finally get that out of the way. then we're gonna go play billiards down the street from-

frol: hold your hoses.

liberty: huh?

frol: you've got the whole damn night planned out?? you're plumb crazy. i already ate lunch with tada. and i ain't even get a chance to look at that big apple

davey: you're in it

liberty: i mean.... i am the leader here.

frol: the FUCK?? what the fuck are you on about, the LEADER?? is this a damn hierarchy??

liberty: well yeah. i'm the leader of this pack.

frol: that doesn't mean you get to lead ME around. in fact i should be the damn leader not you. i have experience. i'm the leader in my nasa internship group. and i'm more popular with the ladies than YOU.

liberty: they probably just want your damn hair tips rapunzel

frol: you just think you're the leader because you're from new york and new yorkers are snobbish motherfuckers that think the sun comes up just to hear yall crow! but the truth is EVERYBODY. FUCKING. HATES. YALL. the rats here are way better fuckin company

luce: l-language please....

liberty: HOW DARE YOU. I'M A TEXAN BEFORE I'M A NEW YORKER. and if that were true then davey would be a leader too. and he's not. he's like a stray mutt we picked up in an alley that follows us around

davey: a mutt? that follows behind you? in a pack? that would perhaps be referred to as...... a beta wouldn't it? 😊

liberty: besides i have more experience as a leader. being from a gang and all. which is way more important than whatever the fuck nasa is

davey: so if there are betas in this scenario, that would make you.... an alpha. is that it? is that the word liberty? are you an alpha? hypothetically. an alpha? 😄😄😄

liberty: fact is i'm a leader for a REASON.

davey: and a male on top of that as well. and hypothetically an alpha. which makes you....

frol: how the fuck do you not know what nasa is. it's bigger than your west side story asses

luce: guys please don't fight!! this is all just a big miscommunication thing. we're all friends here, liberty's just used to acting like a leader around me and davey because we do work for him, but it's not malicious!!!

frol: it's dumb as fuck. i gotta deal with the same bullshit at school all the time and don't get me started on tada's dumb ass....

liberty: y'know what frol.... i'm sorry. let's just leave this behind. i guess i'm just on edge and all ever since they took home on the range off netflix.... you and i can understand each other in ways others won't. and i really don't want to lose out on a rare bond like this.

luce: y-yeah! come on, think of whataburger guys!!

liberty: what? i'm talking about us being intersex. why would i keep a friend over whataburger luce

luce: i....

frol: we're going to krispy kreme and then the planetarium.

liberty: fine.

[cator99]

asking earnestly - do u know wat trades a v v petite woman could do? ive been wanting to get into one for ages but im scared of male coworkers and im not physically strong. id like to do something i wouldnt have to spend a year getting ripped for because im unemployed. thx for any tips ❤️❤️

This is awesome. Being smaller is actually an advantage in many trades! For example, astronauts can't be too big because they have to fit in enclosed spaces and tiny shuttles. Same applies to most trades jobs but that was just the example that came to my mind haha. I used to live with 3 people who worked for the same plumbing company– 2 were women, one of which was my 6 ft something tank of a sister, and her girlfriend at the time who was 4 ft 3 and in her 40s. She was a very valuable member of the team due to her ability to get into tight spaces and do things that require small deft hands and attention to detail. Perfectly suited for the job. I've also worked on stores that were under construction, where I saw a lot of women operating machinery, doing the wiring, and welding :) also--- there are a lot of grants for people interested in joining trades because theres a massive need for people as these fields expand and older trades people retire. On top of that, there are extra grants available for women interested in entering the trades (also I've been told there are lgbt trades grants but haven't looked into the specifics or where that applies), and supports offered because they know it can be not only intimidating but hard to get a foot in the door when you're often left relying on guidance from older tradesmen. If you can find the right placement, with solid leadership, I'm certain you'll go very far. Good luck anon!!! :)

[coridotmp3]

Hey Cori 🤗

WIP Ask Game - Can't choose between Carole Lives and Carpenter!Jake (hehe)....

Okay okay okay.

CAROLE, please? 😄😘

RED MY DARLING !!! HI HOW ARE YOU??

carole bradshaw must live dammit aka "you'll never let me see you cry again"

"You're in remission, Carole."

It's been twelve years since Carole's doctor said the words that had Bradley crying for four days straight. Twelve years since Bradley nearly lost all of the family he has left. Twelve years of getting to have his mother by his side through all the major milestones they never thought she'd live to see. Twelve years of peace that have now come to a skidding halt.

Now, there's a new diagnosis, a new set of treatment, a new live-in nurse that drives Bradley up the wall every chance he gets. But he's willing to put up with it, so long as his mom comes out of it alright.

a little excerpt that for you:

"Listen, I understand that this whole experience is jarring. The last thing you expected was for your mom to get sick again, and to have to put your life on pause to move back in with her. That's a lot. And to have to standby and watch someone else take care of her? That's too much for most people, but for you, it has to be enough.

Bradley, I know that you don't want me here, but I need to be here. In order for her to get through this in one piece, you're gonna have to get used to me being here. For Carole's sake, I need you to stand back and let me do my job."

carpenter!jake (no set title yet but eventually i'll get to it)

Bradley Bradshaw has six weeks to renovate the house he's inherited before he's supposed to report to his new command as Top Gun instructor. Once he's done with most of the painting, plumbing, electric, etc, he decides that he wants to fix the various wooden chairs and tables his parents collected over the years. When he calls a local woodworking company to ask for tips on how to restore them, they respond by sending out one of their workers to take a look at the pieces. And goddamn if that Adonis of a carpenter doesn't look great in a tool belt.

no excerpt yet but just imagine jake giving off the same energy as bill pullman in while you were sleeping <3

[mywingsareonwheels]

Ugh, that thing Russell Lewis does...

... of dropping in devastating or revealing character information in off-hand bits of dialogue or the info on a tombstone you see for one second or this this that and the other. Right up until the final episode.

Some of the things that are really blink-and-you’ll-miss-it the first time around if you’re not careful:-

Bright lost his daughter. While way posher than most of the characters he’s still not from quite as upper class a background as his wife (who cheated on him at least once, though they weathered it). Her nickname for him means “tiger”. He doesn’t seem to have fit in comfortably at any point with anyone, perhaps indeed until he starts to bond more closely with Fred and Morse in the last 2-3 series.

Win was stalwartly in London for at least part of the Blitz. She once met a guy with a foot fetish who flirted with her and she’s still tolerantly amused decades later.

Constance was less than 20 when she had Morse. (AAAAAAAH.) (Everything about her marriage to Cyril sounds horrifying frankly.)

Max is gay and has a lost love (“and one was fond of me” / ”the one that got away”)

Fred grew up without indoor plumbing and generally in fairly intense poverty, he and Charlie at least (presumably Billy and I suspect their mother too) were physically abused by their father (who was an alcoholic).

Also on Fred: he was already an anti-fascist in the 1930s including when it meant joining with one of his colleagues (Sgt Vimes, who Sam was probably named after) against the rest. (Frankly Fred is the king of the “devastating info that is easily missed”, and that last point regards some moderately obscure knowledge to decode but it’s solid once you have that.)

Jakes’s non-Blenheim Vale background was very poor too, given his familiarity with the “Never-Neverland” of the kind of housing estate that replaced the kind of slum that Fred grew up in.

Dorothea has had a fricking epic past doing war correspondence etc..

Sam was bullied at school and didn’t tell his father because he was worried about how he would react.

Jim was brought up by his apparently rather obnoxious and judgemental grandmother, which might explain the desperate need to fit in and get on at all costs, as well as the extremely skilled peacemaking at times. He might have been in the navy before the police, though that’s a bit more uncertain.

Trewlove went to a posh enough school to have serious chess-playing as a thing. (She’s definitely the only person at the station with a comparable class background to Bright’s.)

And so on; I know I’ve missed out plenty of things here and especially I know there’s some info about Win that’s on the tip of my brain and I can’t quite remember. (I think she’s from Blackpool originally, e.g. and misses the sea? And did some war work outside London?) I weirdly couldn’t think of anything significant that’s not already foregrounded about Joan, Box, Fancy, or Monica; help me out here lovelies. :-) 

This is on top of eveeeeerything about Morse, which is far more foregrounded but even he has things dropped in very casually sometimes.

Goodness they’re all so messy and I love them all so very very much. <3 (Though also: I so very much wish that Lewis gave just *more* to his women characters. I have the obvious reservations about Joan’s arc (I *like* Strange, but... hmmmmmmmmmm), and the obvious wishing that Monica and Trewlove especially had had far far more to do.)

[quinloki]

Are fishmen still fishmen, mermaids still mermaids, and minks still minks? Or is everyone essentially a humanoid with hat-tips to what they were in canon?

Are devil fruits a thing? How would they be utilized for After Hours?

Are the heights of characters going to be canonical or diminished?

Is haki a thing? How would it work?

Would crews who have clashed in canon get along in the Club or will there be tension (like Kid Pirates v. Red-Haired Pirates)?

Is the Host Club the world or just a focal point of the world? Like when you watch Stargate, wherever they exit out the wormhole is treated like that's the entirety of that world because that's as far as the characters go. You don't necessarily need the rest of the planet because the story/characters don't venture that far out. Is the Host Club like that? Being the entirety of the world because we don't venture much further from it, or is there actually a world and all roads ultimately lead to the Club?

Fishmen are fishmen, mermaids still mermaids, etc. No races have been removed, but non-giants will have their heights adjusted.

Devil Fruits are in! So is Haki. Inappropriate use of DF powers are allowed, but clients can't request it - it's completely up to the DF user alone whether or not to break it out. (No one's allowed to be pressured into it). Some DF users have more leeway than others. Law and Marco can use theirs for medical emergencies, and to remove someone from the premises. Kid has to be careful with his because the plumbing is metal. Luffy can use his, but if he's caught stealing food Rayleigh deals with him >.>

Yes, character heights are going to be adjusted. Katakuri will top the proverbial scales at 11' feet, Crocodile and Doflamingo adjusted to closer to 7-ish feet or so. Kaido still becomes a Massive Dragon, but his, King, and Queen's heights are more around 8'.

Haki will be unchanged because it feels like a natural state of the world. Even if I didn't include DFs I would still have haki available. One major difference is that Zoro and Kid will be formally trained in their Conquer's haki.

Tensions were answered in the post before this (there was no way for you to know when you submitted this so don't sweat it) but I'll just reiterate that there's a baseline friendship among the employees. Almost any aggression/tension is played up for entertainment, but isn't real.

the Club is certainly a focal point, i think it's more like all roads lead to it, or from it, or both. The focus of the series is going to take place in the Club, but actions internal and external will effect it, and external issues will certainly be points of contention.

One noble might not matter in the version of the story that focuses on the Reader and Kid, but that noble might be the antagonist for the story that focuses on Reader and Sabo.

Big Mom might just be a nuisance in most storylines, and a major problem in Katakuri's and Marco's.

You might only hear about Akainu in most versions, but in Smoker's or Koby's (or even Rosinante's) he's a prominent figure.

That's the upside to this, I mean to use this AU for a LOT of stories, so having lots of details laid in let's me focus on different sets of them for each character's version.

Help me world build

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(Anxious) Mouse Vertigo 12

Meatstrip, a wrecked city where smoke constantly billowed out, demolished buildings and appliances strewn about, there remained wooden posts, still standing, with electric lines still connected, and still feeding the city.

The majority of the smoke came from the chimney of a skyscraper which stood in the middle: cracked, smashed windows, chipped paint, debris from the walls fallen to the ground below. Saying that it stood felt like damning with faint praise, yet it contained life within: one man, near the top of the tower, in a darkened room. There was a warm, sepia-toned light among all the darkness. Said man, known as Frou-Frou, sat in a reclining, puce colored leather chair next to the laptop which provided one of the sources of the light, warm glow.

Overhead, he had a series of monitors which displayed feeds of the various parts of his city. Cameras were installed among the sides of the buildings which remained standing. His city may not have many inhabitants, but those who did needed to be kept on close watch.

To help monitor in that endeavor, Frou-Frou had guard ‘dogs’: beasts which circled around the city, patrolling for any misbehavior. They resembled most closely black dogs, minus the fur, and in place of the fur were a series of horns spread out all across their skin. Their heads resembled closed flower petals with teeth that poked out from all sides. Hot air constantly blew out from the small gap at the tip of their heads.

Around the beast’s necks were silver shock collars, which constantly beeped red. Frou-Frou had a remote which, when pressed, would administer a burst of electric shock. There was a sliding dial which also controlled how much shock would be administered. Much of the time, however, he had the beasts tamed to the point where he could leave them to their own devices. They were also fitted with microphones which he used to command them. When he wanted them to attack an inhabitant of the city, all he had to do was issue the command. Those attacks only happened to those who broke the laws laid out by the city.

As long as everyone behaves, they have nothing to fear from my dogs, he thought while his hands were folded and his elbows were rested on the desk next to his laptop.

Such a thought, itself, was facetious. There were two virtues he tried to instill in every prospecting inhabitant: respect and fear.

Frou-Frou wore green and brown short-sleeved camo shirts, as well as the mud colored brown shorts. His arms and legs were large and muscular, with visible veins etched along them. His face was stern, his head large, forehead wide. He had long and stringy, matted white hair. Despite all the showers he took (not only did Meatstrip have electricity, but it also a functioning plumbing system. He didn’t know why more people weren’t eager to take refuge in his city).

At all times, Frou-Frou wore round, black sunglasses.

There was an indiscernible shape reflected in a few of the monitors in front of him. In the same instance, he felt an icy chill meet his broad shoulders as two hands with thin fingers held onto him.

“What do you want? For that matter, how did you get here?” He growled. If there was one thing he hated (among other things), it was intruders. Everyone was supposed to come in through the entrance and pass his test. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been a point to joining his city.

“I found my way here, carried by the wind,” the voice of the pale woman behind him started as a soft whisper before turning strained and throaty. It was like she was holding back a cough, but wished to hold a heavenly presence in spite of her condition.

She had long, flowing hair (yellow or white...hard to tell, but through the reflection from his monitor, that hair reminded him of a sunflower) and a long, white robe. She had thick, brown eyebrows, and pale, white lips. She carried with her an air of mournfulness despite not a hint of sadness to her voice.

“As for what I want, it’s simple: you. It appears that you are lonely and could use some company,” she continued.

Frou-Frou’s face tensed up.

“If I was lonely, I certainly wouldn’t want the company of someone who assumes how I feel. If you have no business, get out before I sic my dogs on you.”

“Oh? Do forgive me. I can be wrong. But I see some kindness in you, some loneliness. I do hope you will be merciful with me. I can be your lover if you want me to. I will be obedient, just like one of those beasts of yours.”

“Not interested.”

She frowned, but didn’t let go her grasp.

“You know what your problem is? I don’t need to assume,” her voice turned harsh, sharp, and loose spittle flew about. “what you lack is love. Both from and for others. But especially for yourself. It’s that lack of love that will be your downfall.”

“You don’t know me, OKAY?! What gives you the right to talk all this shit about me, huh?!” He roared, almost threw his laptop aside. All these accusations, and before he even had his breakfast. “I’ve been patient with you lady, but I won’t allow such disrespect!”

“Shh. Shh,” she whispered. It was more like a siren call than a soothing sound, “I can still prevent your downfall. But if you forsake it, you will die with your back turned to it.”

Frou-Frou drew a deep breath.

“I’ve heard rumors, both from former inhabitants and other people who passed by. They say there’s this shade of a woman. This angel of death. Or a banshee. Don’t tell me that person is you.”

She released her left hand from his shoulder and spread her arm out to her side, flexing her fingers along the way.

“I may have warned you, but that wasn’t my purpose for coming here. I go wherever the wind takes me,” her frown turned to a smile, “that is all. It’s rather funny, isn’t it? The things people say about others.”

“I know what kind of world we live in, all right? I have to be cautious about these things. You understand, don’t you? Hell, for all I know, you may not be a person at all. You might be a beast in disguise.”

“I would likely disappear before you had a chance to collar me, I’m afraid.”

He growled.

“What should I call you, anyway? I’ll have you know I don’t give this courtesy to most, especially not to those who would disrespect me.”

“My friends called me Mansfield. You can call me Mouse, if it pleases you.”

“It doesn’t please me. Nothing about you is pleasant.”

She leaned in, whispered in his ear:

“Je ne parle pas français.”

“I don’t speak french, lady.”

“Come now, don’t be like that. You sad, pathetic little boy,” she licked her lips and hissed.

That was the final straw for him. He pushed himself out of his chair and shoved her back.

So she’s not a ghost. She can be touched, he noted.

Mansfield scowled, her white lips turning red.

“How dare?! I come here, I offer you salvation, I offer you love, and you push me aside?!” She shouted, and along with it, stamped her foot. “I gave you a chance, but now, I am sure that you will die alone.”

“Dogs! Get this woman!” He shouted and the beasts who stood in obedience in the doorway leapt toward her, the petals of their heads opened up.

Before a single one could touch her, the image of her that was there faded and moved out toward the window overlooking the city. He felt a slight breeze, indicating a remnant of her presence.

Moments later, he sat back at his desk. There were no further signs of such a woman. He could have clasped his hands and prayed right there that she never return. He didn’t need such a bad omen in his life, especially when he had control of an entire city and several beasts at his beck and call.

Just to be safe, he checked the monitors. Every single one.

Not a trace. No movement of her could be found on any of the monitors. The only movement at all came from his pacing dogs.

Then, gurgling sounds bubbled up in the three dogs at his door. All three lowered their heads down and first, foam filled the outside of their petaled faces. Next, a black ooze, hot and sticky, spilled onto the floor.

“What the –?” He turned over. When he saw what they had thrown up, he grimaced. “Really? Now I gotta go clean this up.”

He stood up from his chair, stared at the three beasts in front of him, and pointed to the right.

“Get back in your cages! I’ll come get you when I’m ready!”

The three walked off into the hallway, their heads lowered in shame. He didn’t shock a single one of them, but the three reacted as if they had been shocked.

Once they were out of the way, he stepped out, making sure not to step in whatever mess the three dogs had thrown up. His destination? The bathroom, where a bucket and mop lay.

“God damn it,” he ranted, “I feed them plenty of meat. I give them space to do their business. There’s no reason for them to throw up in my presence!”

When he reached the bathroom, which was just down the hall and to his right, he also felt a churning feeling from his stomach. Like something had been rolling around and boiling within him. Then, it started making its way up.

He cupped his mouth with both hands and ran over to the sink, all detached and porcelain.

Once at the sink, he could no longer hold it in and that same black substance spilled from his mouth. He coughed it out and his ribs felt like they were twisting in knots as his chest heaved.

He stared up at the mirror overlooking the tile walls of the bathroom. He took off his glasses, set them next to the bar of soap, and stared into the mirror with his bloodshot eyes. It took everything he had to resist the urge to punch his mirror and shatter the glass.

“That fucking woman! She did this, I just know it!” He roared. He watched that steaming black clump run down the drain of his sink. He turned the dial on the sink and water ran down, washing away the odd bile. It clogged the drain at first, but soon the pressure broke apart the clump.

Frou-Frou huffed and wiped the spit and bile away from his lips. On his hand, he noticed little black blotches.

“The fuck...is this black mold?”

For the rest of the day, Frou-Frou tried to regain his cool and recover from whatever had found its way into him. His head was hot, he kept nodding off, but even while dizzy, he continued to sit at his position, monitoring, and waiting for the next future inhabitant to arrive.

Just outside the city, Mansfield landed along the highway. There was a stone next to the road, right on the edge of the forest that surrounded the highway.

“Haa...haa…” She huffed and dry heaved. It didn’t matter what abilities she had acquired if she was still the same frail, bony woman that first joined the church.

Mansfield knelt down next to the rock and coughed. Hacking away bloody spittle and the hard, violent coughs scratched away at her throat. For that matter, her neck itched and she scratched at it with her crooked nails. Tears began to run down her face.

“Sickness is a constant. Even if I live through it, I cannot erase this pain. It follows me,” she moaned out between coughs.

Every time she utilized her abilities, it took its toll and caused her a great discomfort. It wasn’t unheard of for her to cough out blood or have intense abdominal pain. Most of the time, she could float on by with only a dry cough. But when she made others ill, it was like her health was diminished as well. She only ever recovered just in time to inflict the illness onto another. Mansfield wasn’t even sure how far she could control her abilities, if at all. The thought alone brought her further to tears.

She met HD in a hospital room.

Always in a bed, Mansfield was, with no hope of salvation.

Her family’s fortune was the only thing keeping her there, and even then the funds were running dry. The doctors told her a while back that her condition was terminal. When they last told her, they let her return home, and just warned her not to overexert herself. As far as she was concerned, she never pushed her body very far. Always ate healthy. So why?

Never mind. Both she and the doctors were only biding their time. Waiting for her to keel over. She had accepted that, resigned herself to it, long ago.

“You have a visitor,” Hashish, a nurse in pink scrubs and short, brown hair, combed over, announced. He was well-built. A little bit of bulk, and a lot of chest. Just her type. Many times when he checked up on her, she imagined scenarios where the two were lovers. Where she cured him and the two lived on happily ever after.

“Who is it?” She croaked.

“She says she’s a third cousin of yours. Ms. Doolittle, she calls herself.”

Mansfield knew for a fact that she didn’t have any relatives with the last name of Doolittle. Nor anyone with a first name like that. She didn’t even know herself to have any third cousins.

Ah, but apathy or resignation got the better of her.

“Let her in. Please.”

Hashish walked away. She heard the commotion and beeps of the hospital from just outside her room. Some chatted away at their computers and talked about their weekend. Some complained of the rounds they had to do. That carefree attitude made her the most sick.

How many people die here each day? How many patients soil their beds? How much blood do the hospital staff see on a daily basis? How are they able to go on laughing with each other while aware of the human condition? She would ask herself.

That wasn’t even getting into the for-profit system she was forced under. No, ‘forced’ may not have been the right word. Her family did have quite the fortune, after all. She was by all accounts, more fortunate than most.

Her eyes flitted. With all the drugs they injected into her, she spent the day asleep more often than awake. That wasn’t even getting into the catheter or feeding tube. It was like she wasn’t allowed to sit up, not allowed to leave the confines of her bed.

One foot entered the room, its black heel tapped onto the tile floor.

She could have gasped were she not drained of energy. Still, she kept her eyes wide, forced herself to stay awake, even if she had to fight her own mind to do so.

Sauntered in was a figure, clad in a tuxedo and gray slacks, with black-heeled slippers. She danced and flitted about, one hand raised in the air at any given time. Such a figure reminded Mansfield of a fairy, or even a flamboyant angel.

In the end, is there a difference? She asked herself.

The heavenly woman pranced toward Mansfield’s bed and sat at the edge without ever once stopping to ask permission.

To hell with it, Mansfield thought, she doesn’t need permission.

“They say your condition is terminal,” the lady said to Mansfield. Her minty, chartreuse hair rolled up in a bun to give off an air of professionalism was even more captivating.

Mansfield remained silent, opting to instead be the captive audience.

“What you have is not cancer, but it has been linked to it. Did you know that they make vaccines for your condition nowadays?”

“Yes,” Mansfield croaked, “I just thought it was an old disease. Like polio. I thought it wouldn’t affect me.”

I can’t blame you for your ignorance, dear,” the beauty sighed and reached her hand out to stroke the short, thin hairs. Most of her hair was absent, radiated away. Although what she had was not cancer, her doctors advised chemotherapy as a precautionary measure. She wasn’t even sure if it helped.

“Y-You shouldn’t,” Mansfield moaned, “I don’t want to pass it on to you.”

“I would be honored to be infected by you.”

What a foolish statement, but why does it resonate so much with me? Mansfield wondered.

“Do you not fear death?” She asked the stranger.

“I fear many things. Death is but a facet of life, but whether or not I fear life is something not even I know. What about you, dear?”

“I do not fear death. I only fear that I will never again know love.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I am an ill, frail, pathetic woman. I will die alone, in this hospital bed.”

“Is that what you want?”

“What I want is to experience love again. But I already know that will not happen. Unless, you…”

The beauty shook her head.

“I’m afraid I find it easier to play cupid and shoot the arrow than I do to be on the receiving end. But that doesn’t mean you cannot find love again.”

Mansfield’s heart sank. She sucked up the air around the room and let out a heavy gasp. It made her wonder if she was suffocating this stranger.

“Do you want to live on? Would you like my help?”

“How?” Asked Mansfield.

“My former title was Dr. Doolittle. I have a medical background. My team and I can help treat you. I have a method which may cure you of your illness. Your family has already entrusted me to you. I only need your consent.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You can’t. I make no guarantees. But when your life is on the line, wouldn’t you rather take a risk than wait things out and die?”

It was a no brainer: yes, she signed her life to the strange beauty. Even after learning about the group she had joined and its machinations, her trust didn’t waver. Soon, she would learn that this strange beauty, who went by HD, planned to bring a godly being to earth. Later on, she would learn about the trumpets: the supposed salvation that may cure her of her illness.

Well, she lived. She walked. She found her ‘trumpet’ in an old, abandoned hospital. Long abandoned even before the calamity hit. Emaciated as usual, as frail and prone to coughs, she ran toward the object: an open silver case containing a lone syringe and a violet hued substance. There were no obvious signs that this syringe was what HD had dubbed a ‘trumpet’ other than a high-pitched hum, like tinnitus, that drew her toward that hospital.

There were beasts inside the hospital and they reached for her and tore at her clothes, scratched her up, bit at her and left gashes all around her skin which bled down to her legs. Strips of flesh hung down and with all of the beasts grabbing hold of her, she thought she would die before touching the so-called salvation. But at last, among the throes of death, she reached for the needle and jabbed it into her bare arm, pressing down and feeling an immediate, intense jolt of pain.

Blood leaked from out where the injection was made, and she was of two minds: that either she was too late for it to take effect or that she had been tricked by the beautiful, yet mysterious leader.

However, doubts soon washed away as horns blared throughout her mind and although her eyes were closed, she saw gold.

She convulsed, nearly passed out on the floor, yet somehow still conscious.

The beasts who had surrounded her backed away and started coughing. Blood leaked from their mouths, those little imps with a penchant for pain, and now they felt all of it.

They clawed away at themselves and tore their skin apart, some scratching deep enough to slice their necks open. For those who didn’t, black bile spilled from their mouths. They convulsed just as she did until they all fell, lifeless yet full of life.

An intense echo rang out across the sky, like several cherubs blowing trumpets. Yet when she stood, she couldn’t make out any sound at all.

It would be a while after that when she learned some of the effects of her newfound abilities. How, despite living on, perhaps endlessly, her sickness carried with her.

Still perched beside that rock outside of Frou-Frou’s city, she pressed her head down and sobbed.

“I want to put my head between someone’s breasts!” She wailed. “I want to bind someone to me!”

Those pleas went unanswered and her stomach tightened until she clutched it tight and fell back onto the cracked pavement of the highway. Soon, a breeze passed by, and she was carried off once more. The destination wasn’t up to her. She could only hope that she would eventually end up near someone who would love her and give their all to her.

Dawn broke.

Null and Minnow continued their travels through the woods. Hungry, dry mouthed, and prone to complain. In other words, their usual state.

“When’s the last time we saw a fruit tree?” Null asked. Her hair was matted and in knots. Minnow couldn’t say that her hair was much better. They managed to scrape by after their encounter with Granny, but ever since, sources of food and water have been scarce. That wasn’t even counting the beast. Nor was it counting Null’s other complaint which she was sure to get to in due time.

“It’s been days, Null. We’ve been stuck in this forest. Right now I’m just glad we’re both alive,” Minnow groaned while dragging her feet.

“Yeah, well, neither of us will be if we don’t get find food or water before long.”

“If only we were both fruit, then we could live off each other,” Minnow suggested.

Null couldn’t help but snicker.

“What? What’s so funny?” Minnow straightened her back and asked.

“Are you delirious?”

“I might be. I did just get over a cold.”

“Ah, jeez. Don’t remind me. How is it that you got sick right after me?”

“At least I had you to take care of me,” Minnow smiled and blinked several times. Null turned around, only to lean back in shock over the warmth that rested on Minnow’s face.

“It...it was no big deal. I mean, it was hard without blankets and food, but I at least managed to find a stream,” Null struggled to justify her actions. It was obvious, at least to her, why she would, but when facing Minnow, it just felt like everything became more difficult.

“Yes, and you let me rest in your lap,” Minnow continued to smile. She wasn’t in a particularly good mood, given the current state the two were in, but just remembering those moments were enough to fill her with small joy.

Null turned around, hung her head low.

“What else was I supposed to do? Better you get a good rest than me. Besides, you took care of me when I was sick. So now we’re even. Right?”

“Just admit it, Null: you care about me.”

“Of course. If I’m going to be traveling with someone, I wouldn’t want them to die in front of me. That should go without saying. I may not be a very good person, but that doesn’t mean I’m heartless.”

“How are you not a very good person?”

Null didn’t answer.

“Null?” Minnow asked. While Minnow didn’t know much, she knew that saying Null’s name was usually a surefire way to get a reaction from her, and she did love saying Null’s name.

Again, no answer.

Null, who had been staring straight down just a moment ago, was the first to see it through the bushes up ahead. Since she was a few paces ahead of Minnow, it gave her a slight advantage.

“Duck,” Null commanded.

“What?”

“Get down,” Null hissed.

While not understanding why, Minnow trusted Null’s judgment and squatted down in front of bushes up ahead, and Null did the same.

The two peeked up and saw an empty road.

“It’s the highway,” Null whispered. “There might be some abandoned cars, but we would also be in plain view of any beasts. I know I’m really dumb, but I still know it’s important to be cautious.”

“Why do you put yourself down?” Minnow whispered back.

“I need to in case no one else will.”

Minnow didn’t understand. Maybe Null was just as delirious as her. Still, she looked ahead, scanning her vision along the cracked road.

To her left, nothing.

“What if a beast comes up behind us while we’re looking out for them?” Minnow asked.

Null turned to Minnow without a hint of humor on her face.

“If it came to that...should I share a secret?”

Minnow grimaced. She didn’t know what kind of secret Null was asking to share, and also wasn’t sure what answer to give.

“You can, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I would get in front of you and fight that beast so you would be safe.”

Minnow’s heart sank, and she gulped up what felt like a peach pit. That was just the wrong answer.

“I can’t have you do that. You would die.”

“Much better me than you.”

“No!” Minnow’s voice cracked in protest. “I will not allow it! Your life belongs to me! If one of us lives, we should both live! If one of us dies, the other should die as well! I won’t let you die in vain!”

Null’s head drooped and she grimaced.

“Look...I know I’m something of a liar, so maybe you can’t take me at my word, but I won’t abandon you,” Null declared, while holding back tears. Admitting something so brutal, so early in the morning, was the worst of feelings, “I would rather you abandon me and live on.”

“I…” Minnow was sure she would have said, “I won’t abandon you, either,” but nothing more came out. Her head hung just as low. She couldn’t understand why she didn’t force out the same sentiment Null had.

No sign of beasts.

“Should we take a chance?” Null asked. I would like to stay back here where it’s at least safe for now, but knowing it won’t always be is just as awful. Even if I ask us to take a risk, could I really deliver?

“Yes,” Minnow agreed.

The two ran out in to the highway. To their right, they saw smoke fill the sky.

“Forest fire?” Null asked.

“I don’t think so,” Minnow shook her head, “look.”

She pointed in the direction and saw gray clouds in a blotted out sky.

“I think if it was fire, we would have smelled the fumes.”

Minnow said with confidence, yet she couldn’t be sure that there were no fumes. For all she knew, they might not have been close enough to where the source of the smoke was.

Then, the two saw in the distance the faint outline of a skyscraper. Gray, foggy, but still visible.

“What?” The two mouthed.

Null and Minnow looked at each other before saying what the two were thinking:

“Should we run over and investigate?”

That was the idea, but it didn’t take long for either to run out of breath. Despite running from beasts and finding the next place to hide on an almost daily basis to the point where being terrified became routine, the malnutrition left them low on energy.

“Haa...haa…” Both women squatted, hands on their knees, and tried to catch their breath.

Null turned to Minnow, letting out heavy breaths while doing so. Her expression was a worried one, eyebrows raised slightly, and her eyes moving rapidly.

“Maybe it’s better if we both walk there,” Minnow suggested, forcing a smile. “It’s will make less noise for the beasts that way, too.”

My beast bothers me even in silence, Null thought, but ultimately agreed with Minnow’s assessment.

So they walked along the road, checking for cracks as they did to so as not to trip. Even walking, they would sometimes have to stop and take breaks. Even when they stopped, they continued to look around at all times. In front of them, above, to the sides, and behind.

Still no sign of beasts. Neither could be sure why. It vexed them, even though it should have been a relief.

Soon, they approached the gate to a once-sprawling city in a dull, dark gray filter, and ruined buildings poking out from inside. The gate, with its chain link fence surrounding it and a shed door served as its entrance.

There was a scrap metal sign next to the shed door, held up by a wooden board nailed to the scrap metal. Written in a smeared red was:

‘Meatstrip

A safe haven from the beasts.

We have:

Electricity, running water, food.

All may enter so long as they can answer

the question inside.’

“Red ink? Or do you think it’s blood?” Null asked.

“I’m pretty sure it’s rust. Metal tends to do that after a while,” Minnow argued.

“How does someone write in rust?”

“Maybe by scraping away at the metal?”

“I think hearing that is scarier than if it were written in blood.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m used to blood at this point. But rust...that can give you lockjaw.”

“I’m sure coming in contact with another’s blood is sure to host its own bag of disease.”

“Yeah, but...when the blood is already old and dry?”

“Never mind that. How about we go inside?”

Minnow walked over to the door, not knowing what else to expect.

“Wait!” Null stopped Minnow.

“What?”

“There might be a trap inside. Even if there’s not, how is it a safe haven from the beasts? How is there electricity? Not to mention we don’t know how long ago this sign was made. It could already be abandoned by then. And if it is, that means the place will be crawling with beasts.”

“That may be true…” Minnow looked back to the door, “but even if there’s beasts inside, that could also mean more places for us to hide. That’s still good news, right?”

“I don’t know. I don’t.”

“Please, Null. Whatever happens inside, we can deal with it together, can’t we?” Minnow pursed her lips.

“Yeah. I guess.”

Null dragged her feet. No matter what words Minnow could use, it wouldn’t take away the dread Null had on her way to the door. It wasn’t something she could place but one idea came up:

A city? Can it really exist? And if it does, that means there’s some sense of civilization. I can’t. People are too much. They’ll see me, point their ideas of me at me. I’ll be unable to do anything but cower and fall to the ground, allowing them to beat their expectations on me until I’m a pulpy mess. Minnow is one person, but any more…

Nevertheless, she entered in after Minnow.

Inside was a darkened, but a faint, blue light. There was a tinted window on the other end, with a beige door which likely led into the city, or whatever was left of it.

Minnow tried for the door, only to find it was locked. She twisted it about, but it was no use.

Then, a buzzer rang out and vibrated above the door. Both women looked up and noticed speakers on both of the corners at the end of the wall.

They stood in awe, looking around as they did so.

On the sides where they had entered from were wooden crates stacked up. One end had two crates stacked up, the other hand three. They were closed, with no holes or gaps to tell what was in them.

“Hello, ladies,” a voice crackled in. It sounded gruff, but also hoarse and like the speaker was under the weather. “Are you ready to answer the question?”

“What question?” Minnow looked up and asked. Her face said ‘resolution’ as if she were ready for any question.

“The question so you can get in. I see there are two of you. Each one will have to state your own answer if you wish to proceed. Your answers can be the same for each other, or you can each have different answers, but you must both decide your answer for yourselves.”

Null, who had been trembling while Minnow failed to notice, spoke up, her voice shaky:

“Do we have to answer a question?”

“Of course not. If you don’t want entrance into Meatstrip, you can head back the way you came. But I don’t recommend it. You’re safe in here from the beasts than you are out there.”

“G-Good,” Null’s voice continued to shake while she appeared on the verge of a break down. “Can we at least stay in this shed place?”

“Sure. But without passage into the city, your only two options are risk dying outside from the beasts or dying in here of starvation. I don’t know when your last bite was, but the body can’t last that long without sustenance. I’d give the both of you about three days.”

Null turned her head from the speaker over to Minnow, who had still been staring up.

“I...I don’t like this guy. Let’s go back out in the forest. I’d rather deal with the beasts. At least I’m familiar with them.”

“We’ll be fine, Null. It’s a person inside. That’s already less dangerous than a beast."

It’s BECAUSE it’s a person, Null wanted to shout those words at Minnow, but they remained in her thoughts.

“Come on, ladies. I don’t have all day and I’m sure neither do you. Your friend’s right: it’s much safer in here than out there with the beasts.”

Null stared at Minnow, her face pleaded, but Minnow hadn’t turned her attention away from the speaker.

“Can we just try to answer the question? If we get it wrong, we can just turn back. At least we have this respite for now.”

“Fine. I guess.”

“It’s a simple question. Which would you rather be: respected or be feared?

“Neither. I don't want to impose on others, and I would like to treat others well even if they may not respect me, because they may be going through just as hard of a time as me,” was Minnow’s answer.

“You have to pick one,” Frou-Frou corrected. “Respected or feared.”

“Respected.”

“I'd go with feared,” Null answered. Still full of dread.

“Why? Do you want me to be afraid of you?”

“It's not that...”

“I'm not afraid of you, I think you're kind and I would like to help you.”

“Like I said, it's not that...it's just that I'm already afraid of everyone as it is and if others were afraid of me too, maybe I could be left alone.”

“Is that what you want? Me to leave you alone? Are you afraid of me? But why?” Minnow turned around at last. She too looked in distress.

“I mean...I am, but it's not because of you, it's because...I don't know, but I don't want you to leave me alone, I just mean generally. It would be nice to feel safe even if it means the only reason is because everyone else is avoiding me."

“But wouldn't you want to be respected? If you're respected, people could accept you for who you are and could be patient with you. I think if people respected you, you wouldn't be as afraid of them.”

“You may not know this, but respect means different things to different people...”

“You don't have to tell me that, Null! I already know,” Minnow scowled and stamped her foot.

“S-sorry!”

“It's okay, I just want you to know that I respect you,” her face returned to a smile, even if it soon washed away to the same disconcerted look.

“But in what way? What does respect mean to you?”

“Do you doubt me? I'll try to prove it for you and keep doing my best and I hope you respect me too.”

“It's not a matter of...wanting to be disrespectful...I don't know.”

“Come on, ladies. Just pick an answer,” the voice on the other end, belonging to Frou-Frou, demanded.

“Respect,” Minnow repeated.

“Fear,” Null also stuck to her first answer.

“Very good, ladies. Come on in,” the speaker crackled before cutting out. The lock on the door clicked open.

Before entering, both Null and Minnow looked at each other, with the same worried expression.

I want you to know that even thought I’m afraid of you, I want to respect you. Even though I don’t want to be afraid of you and that I do, I still like you, Null wished to say.

Was I wrong to say what I did? Should I have changed my answer? But what was the right answer? It’s true that I want Null and I to respect each other. But in what way? And do I already respect her? Do I even know what ‘respect’ should mean? What what Minnow asked herself.

Neither of them said those things aloud.

[mariaawilliams]

Core Drilling Sydney Experts: How to Choose the Right Team for Your Project

Core drilling is an indispensable technique in the construction industry, as it allows for the precise and efficient removal of concrete and other materials. 

In Sydney, a city known for its impressive skyline and ambitious construction projects, selecting the right core drilling team is essential for project success. In this article, we'll guide you through choosing the ideal core drilling experts to ensure your project is completed efficiently and to the highest standards.

Understanding Core Drilling

Core drilling is a specialised process that uses a diamond-encrusted drill bit to create clean, precise holes in various materials, including concrete, brick, and stone. It is commonly used for creating openings for plumbing, electrical wiring, HVAC systems, and structural testing. The accuracy and efficiency of core drilling make it the preferred method for many construction and renovation projects.

Steps to Choosing the Right Core Drilling Team in Sydney

Research and Recommendations

The first step in choosing the right core drilling team is to conduct thorough research. Start by asking for recommendations from friends, family, or colleagues who have had positive experiences with core drilling companies in Sydney. You can also search online for reputable companies with good reviews and testimonials from satisfied clients.

Experience and Expertise

When choosing a core drilling team, it's essential to consider their experience and expertise in the field. Look for companies that have been in business for several years and have a proven track record of successfully completing projects similar to yours. Experienced core drilling experts will possess the necessary skills and knowledge to handle any challenges during the project.

Equipment and Techniques

The quality of the equipment and techniques used by a core drilling team can significantly impact the efficiency and precision of the work. Choose a company that utilises state-of-the-art equipment, such as diamond-tipped core drills, and employs advanced drilling techniques to ensure optimal results. 

Licensing and Insurance

Verifying that the core drilling company you choose is fully licensed and insured is crucial. A valid license demonstrates that the company complies with industry regulations and maintains high standards of professionalism. Additionally, comprehensive insurance coverage is essential to protect you and the company from any liabilities arising during the project.

Safety and Environmental Considerations

Safety and environmental concerns should be top priorities when choosing a core drilling team. Choose a company with a strong commitment to safety, demonstrated by adherence to strict safety protocols, regular employee training, and proper use of personal protective equipment (PPE). Additionally, opt for a company that prioritises eco-friendly practices, such as minimising waste, recycling materials, and using environmentally responsible drilling techniques.

Competitive Pricing and Transparent Quotations

The cost of core drilling services can vary significantly between companies. Request detailed quotes from multiple companies and compare their pricing structures to ensure you're getting the best value for your money. Choosing a company that offers transparent quotations with no hidden fees or unexpected costs is essential to avoid potential budget overruns.

Conclusion

Choosing the right core drilling Sydney expert is crucial for the success of your project. With the right team, you can confidently embark on your construction or renovation project, knowing that your core drilling needs will be met with precision, efficiency, and professionalism.

[shawnjacksonsbs]

Veered a little off course, for a much better entry for me. . .than the one about 7 deadly “sins” 2-25-23

"Although at times the mind may not be clear, compassion is always the appropriate response. To have mercy on our mercilessness. To leave nothing unhealed." - Stephen Levine

Intentions only go so far, and are only good for so long. Intentions without action have expiration dates.

Now.

What do I believe in?

Well, I believe in myself, and I believe in the potential of every other human being.

Where any of them fall short isn't really my problem (until it is, but that’s a different entry), but I'm here to help how, and if I can.

Where I fall short though, the strength I forged in my honesty, my truth, helps me pull myself back, all I ask is for love, and sometimes patience through kindness, like I’d show you.

I was gonna write about those 7 deadly “sins” and their virtuous opposites, and what I believe brings it to balance, mostly in the hopes of finding better balance in some areas myself. . .

I've found myself at another spot thinking though, about priorities.

I'm still watching Little House on the Prairie. I'm several episodes into season 3 now, and just watched the one where Laura's father Charles went back to the Big Wood to get his father and bring him home, because his mother passed. He missed her passing, and was in an emotional tug-of-war with his pa.

Anyways . . .priorities.

I can't seem to stray too far, for too long, especially since I have these entries once a week to help me stay on task.

Limiting those deathbed regrets is still top of the list. And all with the added bonus of living in the now with what's truly important, or picking up the slack when I recognize my priority list has slipped a little out of plumb. It's usually easy enough to get back to level-headed if I can get out of my own way, and take what others feel and say, steady, but to heart.

It's not all about me.

I can see how that might be confusing, my always writing about . . . me, and . . . my life.

But it's how I empty me out to make room for those who also belong in here with me.

I really feel for those less fortunate, that have no way to balance as well.

And I'm so grateful I have found a way for me to do just that. Grateful barely touches the surface of how I actually feel. Barely.

I still struggle, a lot actually, mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially. I'm not above any other person I know in these areas. I'm just lucky enough to have ways of coping that are healthier than my old ways.

I was just thinking the other day about when I die, hopefully later rather than sooner.

If people will come together, and what will the memories look like, feel like?

I do know one thing, as I hope for mostly positive stories, and memories, I don't want the pain and trauma and all the bad shit dismissed. All of that made me who I am, makes me who I have become. It needs to find its way to light when those who might be remembering are . . .remembering.

I had a ton of pain. I caused so much myself. When anyone remembers the person I became, just acknowledge how and why.

It could still help someone, my fucked up story. But not nearly as likely to happen if it's not the whole story, or if it's told out of context.

Have you ever thought how people, especially loved ones will be, and how you might be remembered? I mean, like immediately after, and years later, like maybe when someone grabs an old photo of you.

Smiles?

Tears?

Both?

More than likely it's both.

Scales tipping out of balance until things are overcome. I'm not unique in this, not hardly, but it's not any less impressive to me that I made it. . .out . . .made . it. .here.

I stay grate full! How could I not?

It’s not all about me.

I said that already right? Probably because, I still need to be reminded myself from time to time. For even as hard as I try, for as long as I have, it’s still easy to forget sometimes.

The way our society and culture is designed makes it seem like “selfishness” or at least being more than self-centered is how it should be. It’s way too socially acceptable to not give a shit about others. Just sayin’.

And FYI, we can do for some, for any. It doesn’t have to be all. Promise.

I love writing, especially when my heart completely takes over. It’s a whole different entry than what I intended for it to be.

What I need to say, to feel heard about, isn’t always the same as what my brain thinks I should be writing to you guys, as you can tell.

I’m closing here.

I know I feel better.

How about you? Lol no lol

Keep sharing your love and laughter with the world around, and be kind as always as possible. Although civility will work, it is the minimum right? And remember that anything that makes you feel can’t be all bad. Feeling feelings reminds us that we are human!

Until next week;

"No longer can we parse our fellow humans into the categories of ‘lovable’ and ‘unlovable.’ If love is an act of the will — not motivated by need, not measuring worth, not requiring reciprocity — then there is no such category as ‘unlovable." - Jen Wilkin

[outbursthubnj]

The Best Bathroom Remodelers in Sea Girt, NJ

Considering a bathroom remodel in Sea Girt? Whether you’re upgrading for style, functionality, or adding value to your home, finding the right bathroom remodeler is crucial. Sea Girt, a charming coastal town in New Jersey, is home to many skilled contractors specializing in transforming bathrooms into beautiful and practical spaces. But how do you know which remodeler to trust with your home?

This guide is here to walk you through the key factors in choosing the best bathroom remodelers in sea girt, introduce you to the three top-rated companies in the area, and provide tips for a successful remodeling project.

Why Professional Bathroom Remodeling Matters

Hiring a professional bathroom remodeler is about more than just convenience—it’s about getting the job done right. A professional ensures that your project is up to code, designed efficiently, and completed on time.

Here’s why professional remodeling stands out:

Expert Craftsmanship: Skip the DIY headaches. Professionals bring precision and experience to each detail, from tiling to plumbing to lighting.

Time and Cost Efficiency: While a DIY remodel might seem cheaper, mistakes can quickly rack up costs. A pro will get it right the first time.

Enhanced Home Value: A well-done bathroom remodel can add significant value to your property—an important consideration if you’re thinking long-term or planning to sell.

When you work with Sea Girt bathroom remodelers, you benefit from local expertise and service tailored to your needs.

Criteria for Selecting the Best Bathroom Remodelers in Sea Girt

Not all remodelers are created equal. To ensure your project is in great hands, here’s what to look for before signing a contract:

1. Experience: How long have they been in the business? Experience counts when it comes to handling complex renovations. Local professionals also have knowledge of Sea Girt’s regulations and styles.

2. Portfolio of Work: Ask to see examples of their past projects. Do they match the aesthetic or functionality you envision for your bathroom?

3. Client Reviews and Testimonials: Nothing beats hearing from past clients. Look for consistent praise for timeliness, professionalism, and results.

4. Transparent Pricing: A trustworthy remodeler will offer upfront quotes with no hidden fees, so you can budget confidently.

5. Services Offered: Do they provide everything you need, such as design consultation, plumbing upgrades, and tile installation? Find someone who offers an all-in-one solution where possible.

6. Licensing and Insurance: Verify that your remodeler is licensed and insured, protecting you and your home in case of unforeseen issues.

Tips for a Successful Bathroom Remodeling Project

To ensure a smooth renovation process and stunning results, follow these tips:

1. Set a Realistic Budget: Decide how much you want to spend and stick to it. Build in a contingency of 10–15% for unexpected costs.

2. Plan Your Timeline: Bathroom remodels often take 4–8 weeks, depending on the complexity. Communicate your deadlines clearly with the contractor.

3. Focus on Functionality: Prioritize features like storage solutions, water-saving fixtures, and good lighting over purely aesthetic upgrades.

4. Communicate Your Vision: Whether it’s a mood board or examples from magazines, share all your ideas with your remodeler so they understand your style.

5. Be Prepared for Disruptions: Depending on the scope, you may need alternative bathroom arrangements during the remodel. Plan accordingly!

Bring Your Dream Bathroom to Life

Your Sea Girt bathroom deserves to be a space of relaxation and beauty. From Coastal Bath & Tile’s luxury craftsmanship to Shoreline Renovations’ budget-friendly eco-designs, the top remodelers in Sea Girt are ready to transform your space.

Looking to get started? Reach out to one of the recommended bathroom remodelers in sea girt above or drop us a message for more help connecting with the right expert for your needs. Your dream bathroom is just one call away!

[perfectmakerperson]

“How Often Should You Schedule Maintenance with Your Local Plumber?”

When it comes to home maintenance, one of the most overlooked tasks is plumbing. Many homeowners wait until they have a leak or a clogged drain before thinking about calling a plumber. However, regular maintenance can save you time, money, and stress in the long run. But just how often should you schedule maintenance with your local plumber? In this article, we'll explore the ins and outs of plumbing maintenance, what to expect from your local plumber, and how to keep your plumbing system in tip-top shape.

Understanding Plumbing Systems What Constitutes a Plumbing System?

A plumbing system is much more than just pipes and fixtures. It includes elements such as water supply lines, drain-waste-vent systems, and appliances like dishwashers and washing machines. Each component plays a vital role in ensuring that water flows efficiently throughout your home.

Why Is Plumbing Maintenance Important?

Regular maintenance can help identify issues before they become significant problems. A minor leak left unchecked can lead electrician san jose to costly water damage or mold growth. By scheduling routine inspections with a plumber near you, you can electrician maintain peace of mind knowing that your plumbing system is functioning correctly.

How Often Should You Schedule Maintenance with Your Local Plumber? General Guidelines for Scheduling Maintenance

When it comes to scheduling maintenance with your local plumber, there are some general guidelines to follow:

Annually: Most homeowners should aim for at least one comprehensive inspection each year. Semi-Annually: If you live in an older home or have had previous plumbing issues, consider scheduling inspections every six months. Seasonally: Before extreme weather changes (like winter) can also be a good time for checks. Factors Affecting Maintenance Frequency

Several factors can impact how often you should schedule maintenance:

Age of Your Home: Older homes may require more frequent inspections due to outdated materials. Water Quality: Hard water can lead to mineral buildup that needs addressing more often. Usage Patterns: If your household has many occupants or uses water-intensive appliances frequently, more regular checks might be necessary. What To Expect During Plumbing Maintenance Initial Assessment by Your Plumber

When you call an emergency plumber or schedule regular maintenance with your local plumber, they'll typically start with an assessment of your plumbing system. This includes checking for leaks, inspecting pipes for corrosion or wear and tear, and evaluating appliance connections.

Common Checks Conducted by Plumbers

Here’s what you can expect during a typical plumbing inspection:

Checking faucets and showerheads for leaks Inspecting toilets for running water Examining visible pipes under sinks for signs of moisture Evaluating the condition of water heaters Benefits of Regular Plumbing Maintenance Cost Savings Over Time

Investing in regular maintenance can save hom

[nadbros]

🛠️ Top Tips for Hiring Bathroom Renovators: Your Guide to Transforming Your Space 🚿

A bathroom renovation is one of the most impactful home improvement projects you can undertake. Whether you're upgrading an old space or completely reconfiguring your bathroom, hiring the right bathroom renovators is crucial to bringing your vision to life. 🏡✨

In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore everything you need to know about hiring bathroom renovators in South Yarra, including the benefits of professional services, how to choose the best team for your project, and tips for a successful renovation. Let’s dive into the world of bathroom transformations! 🛁

1. Why Hire Professional Bathroom Renovators? 🤔

Renovating a bathroom might seem like a DIY project, but it’s one area where hiring a professional can save you time, money, and stress. Here are a few reasons why you should choose bathroom renovators:

1.1 Expertise and Experience 👷

Bathroom renovators have specialized knowledge and years of experience. From plumbing to tiling, electrical work, and even design, they can handle all aspects of the renovation process with precision and care. ✅

1.2 Time-Saving ⏱️

A bathroom renovation is a time-consuming task, but experienced renovators work efficiently. They know how to manage timelines, avoid delays, and streamline the process to minimize disruption in your home.

1.3 Access to High-Quality Materials 🧱

Renovators have established relationships with suppliers, which means they can source high-quality materials at better prices. Whether you’re looking for luxurious tiles, energy-efficient fixtures, or custom cabinetry, they’ll help you select the best options for your space.

1.4 Proper Licensing and Insurance 🛡️

Professional renovators are licensed and insured, which ensures the job meets building codes and regulations. This protects you from liability and guarantees the work is completed to the highest standards.

2. How to Choose the Right Bathroom Renovators for Your Project 🏆

Selecting the right bathroom renovators is essential to ensuring your project runs smoothly. Here are some tips on how to make the best choice:

2.1 Do Your Research 📚

Start by researching renovators in your area. Check their reviews and ratings on platforms like Google, Yelp, and Houzz. Ask for recommendations from friends, family, or neighbors who have recently renovated their bathrooms.

2.2 Check Experience and Specialization 🔧

Not all renovators specialize in bathrooms, so it’s essential to find a team with specific experience in bathroom renovations. Ask about their portfolio, including before-and-after photos of past projects.

2.3 Ask About Their Process 📝

The best renovators will have a clear and organized process. They should guide you through the planning, design, and installation phases, ensuring you’re involved at each step while also managing the details.

2.4 Get Multiple Quotes 💰

When you’ve narrowed down a list of potential renovators, get quotes from at least three contractors. This will give you an idea of the cost breakdown and help you compare services, timelines, and overall value.

2.5 Verify Licensing and Insurance ✅

Always ensure that your renovator is fully licensed and insured. This protects you from any issues that may arise during the renovation and ensures the work is done legally and safely.

3. Popular Bathroom Renovation Ideas 💡

Whether you're remodeling a small powder room or transforming a spacious master bathroom, the possibilities are endless. Here are some popular bathroom renovation ideas to inspire your project:

3.1 Open-Concept Showers 🚿

A growing trend in bathroom renovations is the open-concept shower. These showers feature seamless glass walls or even no walls at all, creating a spacious, modern feel. Pair with a rainfall showerhead for a luxurious experience.

3.2 Floating Vanities 💨

Floating vanities are perfect for contemporary bathrooms. These wall-mounted units create a sleek, modern look while offering more floor space and an open feel.

3.3 Freestanding Bathtubs 🛁

If you have the space, a freestanding bathtub can be the focal point of your bathroom. These tubs come in various designs, from minimalist to elegant clawfoot tubs, giving your bathroom a spa-like ambiance.

3.4 Smart Bathroom Technology 💡

The integration of smart technology in bathrooms is on the rise. Features like heated floors, motion-sensor lighting, smart mirrors, and voice-activated showers can make your bathroom both more convenient and eco-friendly.

3.5 Bold Tile Designs 🧩

Creative tile designs, such as geometric patterns, mosaic accents, or colorful subway tiles, are a fantastic way to inject personality and style into your bathroom. Choose high-quality tiles that complement your overall design.

4. Steps Involved in a Bathroom Renovation 🛠️

A successful bathroom renovation involves several stages, each requiring careful planning and execution. Here's an overview of the typical process:

4.1 Initial Consultation and Planning 📝

The first step is meeting with your bathroom renovators to discuss your ideas and goals. During this stage, the renovators will assess your space, listen to your requirements, and help develop a design plan that fits your vision and budget.

4.2 Design and Material Selection 🖌️

Once you have a plan in place, the next step is selecting materials, fixtures, and finishes. Your renovators will provide recommendations based on your style preferences, functionality needs, and budget.

4.3 Demolition and Preparation 🔨

The renovation begins with removing old fixtures, flooring, and cabinetry. The team will ensure that the space is prepared for new installations, which may involve plumbing, electrical work, or structural adjustments.

4.4 Installation of Fixtures and Features 🧰

The main installation phase begins once the space is prepped. This involves installing new plumbing systems, flooring, cabinetry, vanities, mirrors, lighting, and any other features you’ve selected.

4.5 Final Touches and Clean-Up ✨

After installation, the renovators will add finishing touches like painting, caulking, and sealing. Once everything is complete, they’ll conduct a final inspection to ensure everything is working as it should and clean up the area.

5. Budgeting for Your Bathroom Renovation 💵

A bathroom renovation can be a significant investment, so it’s essential to budget accordingly. Here’s how you can manage your renovation budget:

5.1 Establish a Realistic Budget 💰

Your first step should be to establish a budget based on your goals for the renovation. Are you doing a complete overhaul, or just upgrading specific features? Factor in costs for labor, materials, permits, and any unexpected expenses.

5.2 Prioritize Needs vs. Wants ✅

While it's tempting to go for all the bells and whistles, it’s important to prioritize what’s necessary. For example, upgrading plumbing or electrical systems should be a priority over decorative features like custom tile work.

5.3 Plan for Unexpected Costs ⚠️

Renovations often uncover hidden issues like water damage, outdated wiring, or plumbing problems. Be prepared to adjust your budget to address these unexpected costs.

5.4 Explore Financing Options 💳

If your budget doesn’t cover the full cost of the renovation, consider financing options like home equity loans, personal loans, or credit cards with low interest rates.

6. Common Mistakes to Avoid During Bathroom Renovation 🚫

To ensure your bathroom renovation goes smoothly, here are some common mistakes to avoid:

6.1 Overestimating Your DIY Skills 🛠️

While DIY projects can be fun, a bathroom renovation requires specialized skills in plumbing, electrical work, and construction. Hiring professionals ensures the job is done right and safely.

6.2 Not Considering the Layout 🗺️

Changing the layout of your bathroom can significantly impact both its functionality and aesthetics. Before starting the renovation, carefully consider how the new layout will work for your daily routine.

6.3 Skipping the Permits 📝

Many bathroom renovations require permits, especially if you’re making structural changes or altering plumbing. Failing to obtain the necessary permits can lead to fines or issues when selling your home.

6.4 Underestimating the Timeline ⏳

Bathroom renovations take time, especially if they involve extensive work. Plan for the renovation to take several weeks, and be patient as your renovators work to transform your space.

Conclusion:

A bathroom renovation is an exciting opportunity to update your space, enhance functionality, and add value to your home. Hiring experienced bathroom renovators is key to ensuring your project is completed on time, within budget, and to the highest standards. 🛁💫

By following these tips, you’ll be well-equipped to choose the right renovators, navigate the process smoothly, and create a bathroom that’s both beautiful and functional. Ready to transform your bathroom? Reach out to trusted bathroom renovators today and begin your journey to a brand-new space! 🚿✨

[everestplumbing]

How to Save Money on Plumbing Repairs: Tips from an Oakville Plumber

Plumbing problems can be expensive, but there are ways to save money and avoid big repair costs. Whether it's a dripping faucet or a clogged drain, taking care of small issues early can stop them from turning into expensive ones. Here are some easy tips from an Oakville plumber on how to save money on plumbing repairs.

1. Do Regular Checkups

Just like your car needs maintenance, your plumbing system also needs regular checkups. Simple things like checking for leaks, cleaning your drains, and looking at your water pressure can help prevent bigger problems. By catching small issues early, you can avoid costly repairs down the line.

2. Fix Leaks Right Away

Even a small leak can waste a lot of water and money over time. Leaky faucets, running toilets, and dripping pipes can also cause damage to your home. If you notice a leak, fix it as soon as possible or call an expert plumber to handle it before it gets worse.

3. Watch for Warning Signs

It’s important to notice the early signs of plumbing issues. Low water pressure, strange sounds in the pipes, water stains on walls, or bad smells coming from the drains are all signs that something might be wrong. If you notice any of these, it’s better to deal with the problem sooner rather than waiting for it to become a big, expensive issue. A professional Mississauga plumber can help identify and fix these problems early, saving you from costly repairs down the road.

4. Use Good Quality Parts

When replacing things like faucets, pipes, or showerheads, always choose high-quality materials. Cheaper options may break or wear out faster, leading to more repairs. Spending a little more on quality parts can save you money in the long run because they last longer and are less likely to need replacing.

5. Don’t Ignore Clogged Drains

Clogged drains are common, but using chemical drain cleaners can often make the problem worse. Instead, try using a plunger or a drain snake to clear the blockage. If the drain is still clogged, it’s best to call a plumber to fix it safely and properly without damaging your pipes.

6. Consider Preventative Services

Preventative plumbing services can save you a lot of money. Many Ajax plumbers offer plans that include regular inspections, cleaning, and minor repairs. These services help catch problems early before they turn into expensive repairs.

7. Know When to Call a Professional

Sometimes, plumbing problems are too big or complicated to fix on your own. If you’re unsure or if the problem seems serious, it’s better to call a professional plumber. Trying to fix something you’re not familiar with can make the problem worse and lead to higher repair costs. A professional plumber will get the job done right the first time, saving you money in the long run.

Conclusion

Taking care of your plumbing with regular checkups, fixing leaks quickly, and being aware of warning signs can save you a lot of money. Don’t hesitate to call an Oakville plumber when you need help. By being proactive and taking care of small issues, you can avoid big, expensive plumbing repairs in the future.

For reliable and affordable plumbing services, trust Everest Drain & Plumbing to keep your home’s plumbing system in top shape.