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[sithbelle]

It turns out, getting a kitchen sink fixed can be quite the ordeal.

[helloemergencyservices]

How to repair a leaky faucet in Warrington

Stop the water and remove the handle

Turn off the water. If the faucet is on the second floor of a multi-story house, you may have to wait a minute for the water to drain.

To remove the handle, you will probably need to unscrew a set screw with a hex wrench or small screwdriver.

If the house has old galvanized pipes, turning the water off and back on will likely expose debris in the pipes that will clog faucet aerators and showerheads throughout the house.

Find replacement disks

Remove the cylinder that contains the disks and take it to a hardware or home improvement store for replacement parts. The O-rings can be pried out of the cylinder with your fingers.

Remove rubber seals

On some models, you can remove the base plate to expose the rubber seals. Remove them with a small screwdriver, being careful not to damage the plastic housing. If the cylinder is cracked or scratched, replace it. Otherwise, buy a set with the rubber seals and O-rings.

Clean parts

Before replacing the rubber parts, carefully clean the seats with a toothbrush or non-metallic abrasive pad to remove debris and dirt.

Reassemble the cylinder

Reassemble the cylinder and seat it so that it faces the same direction as before.

Find the right parts

Finding the right parts can take more time than working on the faucet. To avoid multiple purchases, remove the worn parts - maybe even the entire faucet - and take them to the store.

Chances are, your faucet will look and function similarly to one of them. However, there are hundreds of faucet types, so you may have an unusual model with hard-to-find parts.

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begging for quinn hughes and “How did you end up like this?” 😵‍💫

Quinn considered himself a tool-body. He was smart and good enough with his hands to fix little problems around both yours and his own respective apartments. A flat battery in a smoke detector, sorted. A leaky window sill, plugged up with silicone before anything could sneak in.

However, on a quaint, sunny Saturday afternoon Quinn went in a little too far over his head when it was decided he would tackle a small plumbing issue. A leaky faucet, which had been dripping in his kitchen.

Quinn very quickly recognised that he was in far over his head, or in this case his ankles as water flowed, ankle-deep around him. The faucet now turned waterfall was doing little but gushing into the overflowing sink and flooding Quinn’s kitchen. Sodden towels, buckets and makeshift damns were easily over run.

His situation was just plain comedy, a broken wrench in his hand, pipes floating around the kitchen in the miniature swimming pool and water leaking from places it definitely wasn’t meant to be leaking from.

The kitchen, now turned watery battle zone had pots and pans strewn around to stop the flooding, the YouTube video Quinn had been watching in which a few steps were absolutely missed.

When you swung open the door, seeing Quinn standing there like a dear in headlights you couldn’t help but let out a light scoff and smirk.

“Quinn, how did you end up like this?” You asked with mock seriousness, this situation was secretly highly amusing you.

Trying to play it cool Quinn looked back at you, absentmindedly flicking his wrist with the spanner in it, "Okay, so, I watched this video—twice, mind you—and I thought I had it under control. But apparently, there's, like, a valve... or maybe a nut? I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I turned the wrong one, and—well—everything sort of... exploded?"

You stood there and couldn’t help burst into a fit of giggles as you very clearly remember Quinn stating, “No! Don’t call a plumber, I can handle this!” Reaching for your phone you capture some pictures for future blackmail you asked, “Need me to call that plumber now?”

Thank you for requesting my lovely Ivy! It made my day and I hope this lives up to your standards!

[legobiwan]

Mario and Luigi for the drabble, “When I’m with you, I’m home.”

Thanks!

I realized I'm answering this one out of order. Whoops! Anyway, have some pre-Mushroom Kingdom conversations and lore-building as your author reminisces about the New York of the '90s.

~~~~~~

He wonders, sometimes, what their lives would have looked like if they had never left Brooklyn.

Barring a miracle - pretty bleak, in all honesty. Maybe being here, in the Mushroom Kingdom, was the miracle. He remembers the frenzied few days leading up to their disappearance. The previous few months had been a mess of unpaid bills and awful business decisions governed solely by spite and fear. They were probably a few months of missed rent payments away from eviction. They were definitely two days away from getting their kneecaps bashed in by some loan shark’s goons. 

He and Mario had gone for a walk, all the way down to Coney Island, 75th to Stillwell to Bowery, to the decrepit-looking Wonder Wheel and a depressingly empty Nathan’s Hot Dogs. It looked like the last of the hotels, some once-bright vestige of his mother’s era, had finally been condemned, tall wire fencing curling up towards the grey winter sky, a perfunctory guard which did nothing to keep out the local graffiti artists and homeless population. 

Luigi jammed his hands into his jean pockets, shivering. He couldn’t tell if he was freezing or terrified.

“What are we gonna do, Mario? We can’t stay here. If he doesn’t get us, the landlord will. You see how they’re starting to develop all that stuff around 86th Street. It’s going to travel north and we’re already behind two months in rent. We can’t stay in Bensonhurst.” Luigi sighed, little frozen puffs of air floating from his mouth. “I don’t even know if we can stay in Brooklyn at this rate.”

It was a miracle they weren’t out on the streets already. For once, their landlord’s habit of sitting around with a bottle of Thunderbird watching Honeymooners reruns and screaming at “that bum El Duque” to throw more strikes fell to their advantage. Sure, there was no such thing as maintenance in the dilapidated six-floor walk-up. But they were plumbers, tradesmen - a leaky faucet or misbehaving shower wasn’t going to be an issue.

Unfortunately, they weren’t also exterminators. 

Mario took a large bite of his hotdog, mustard splattering on the gum-stained sidewalk. It looked like something they’d hang in one of those trendy galleries that kept popping up in lower Manhattan, down around Houston Street. 

“We’re gonna be fine, Lou,” Mario said between bites, bits of bun falling from his mouth.

“We’re gonna end up homeless.” Or missing our kneecaps. Or worse.

Mario crammed the last of his dinner in his mouth, finishing off the hot dog with a few loud chews. He gave a contented sigh, licking at his greasy fingers before wiping his hands on his pants. “No, we’re not gonna be homeless. I’ve told you a million times, Lou, we could be in a cardboard box under the Van Wyck. When we’re together - “ Mario slung an arm around Luigi’s shoulder, pulling him in tight. “When I’m with you - I’m home. We’re unbeatable. And that means we’ll make it through this.”

Luigi eyed his brother’s yellow-tinged fingers and stained shirt cuff, hoping the impromptu moment of fraternal affection would pass. He could deal with Mario’s sunny optimism, usually. But living in a studio apartment one step up from a garbage dump had apparently encouraged his brother’s disposition towards a more slovenly existence. They might be home when they were together, but it wouldn’t hurt if Mario took a damn vacuum to himself once in a while. 

“Mario, I think this time - ”

“Oh, I get it.” The warm arm around his shoulder disappeared, his brother’s voice hardening. Luigi snapped his head to the side, his heart rocketing into his throat. What did I say this time?  

“It’s the location, isn’t it?” His brother gave him a searching, serious look. He looks just like Dad. He even seemed as if he were towering over Luigi, just like Dad used to, despite Mario being the shortest of the three of them. “You’d prefer a box under the BQE.”

Luigi gaped. “I - what?”

“Nah, nah, okay,” Mario waved his hands. “Let’s talk location. You wanna be by the Belt? Or maybe - “ A sly smile grew under his brother’s burgeoning mustache. “You want to move to Queens.”

“Oh my God,” Luigi groaned, slapping his forehead with his palm, pulling his hand down over his eyes. I’d move to Jersey if it got us out of this mess. “Mario, be serious.”

“I am serious! Your secret’s safe with me, bro. Even if you would betray Brooklyn like that." Luigi felt two steady hands take him by the biceps. “Besides, we’re gonna be okay.”

“Vinny Razzanti’s uncle said we had forty-eight hours,” Luigi groaned between his fingers.

Mario barked out a laugh. “Vinny Razzanti’s uncle couldn’t tell a pizza from a clock if we arranged the pepperonis the right way. The guy’s a dumbass.”

“Yeah, but he’s - “

“No, I ain’t hearing it.” Mario gently guided Luigi’s hands from his face, keeping his fingers wrapped around either wrist as he brought Luigi’s arms to his sides. “Look at me, Lou.”

Luigi swallowed down the wet desperation clawing its way up his throat, opening his eyes to his brother’s concerned, but steely gaze.

“If he comes, he comes. I’ve got a baseball bat next to the mattress and you can - “ Mario waved one of his arms in a broad gesture. “I dunno. Make some kind of exploding gadget or something. You used to want to show off your stuff to Cooper Union, right? Well, think of this as practice, you know, for the application.”

Luigi gave a small shake of his head. I don’t think home pyrotechnics meant to fend off low-level mafia muscle are going to impress the admissions committee. Not that they were going to waste their time with a twenty-one-year-old plumber’s application, anyway. That dream was long gone, buried in Cypress Hills along with their parents. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mario’s voice broke through his dreary ruminations as he guided Luigi towards Bowery Street. “We’re gonna walk home, maybe pick up a cannoli on the way. Then we’re gonna check the answering machine. If we’re lucky - and I’m feeling pretty lucky right now - there will be a call from some lady in Borough Park.” His brother’s eyes gleamed. “No, even better, some widower in Carroll Gardens. One of those nice brownstones. She’s going to ask for our help. Clogged drains, backed up shower, toilet’s kablooey.” Mario made a slobbering sound meant to resemble a backed up toilet. Luigi thought he sounded like a dog on downers. “The whole shebang. We’ll say, of course, we can fix this, but we’ll have to charge the emergency rate. You know, business and all that. Three hours later - maybe four - boom! Vinny Razzanti’s uncle is out of the picture and we’ll be on our way to the good life.”

“You make it sound so simple, bro.” Luigi couldn’t quite contain the bite of sarcasm that accompanied that statement. 

As always, his brother took his waspishness in stride. Long strides, in fact, as they hurried past the metal skeletons that made up the Coney Island Train Yard, the whirr of traffic from the Belt Parkway rushing and thumping above them. Luigi felt like at any moment some old, rusted buckle would give way, sending a line of cabs and buses crashing into their heads.

He felt like that most of the time these days, to be honest. 

“It is simple, Luigi. You just gotta think positive. You never know what’s around the corner.” Mario tugged at his sleeve. “Now, come on. If we walk fast enough, we can get to Villbate’s before they close.”

“Alright, alright, you win, Mario. Something’s around the corner and for once, maybe it won’t be a guy with a baseball bat.” No. It won’t be a bat. It’ll be something worse. Like a flamethrower. Luigi was too tired to argue with his brother’s indomitable optimism. “Maybe we’ll get to your widower in Carroll Gardens and find the answers in her bathroom.”

Mario slapped his brother on the back. “That’s the spirit, Lou! Could be a whole new world waiting for us. Now let’s go - there’s a pistachio cannoli with my name on it and I am not missing out.”

“Hey, the pistachio cannolis are mine!”

“Not if you don’t run fast enough!” Mario gave his brother a playful push, taking off down Stillwell Avenue. Luigi watched his brother leap over a pile of trash bags, skittering between two cabs, one of which blared its horn in anger.

“Where you go, I guess I follow,” Luigi muttered to himself, adjusting his cap before taking off in his brother’s direction. And who knew? Maybe something was waiting for them around that corner.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for letting a plumber fix a leaky faucet in his sleep despite not calling him first? (Fanfic scenario)

I (physically 27, though I was revived from my Skeletal Form, M) am a Hylian who lives with two human men (31 and 28). Things are fine and the two blokes sleep togetha (I have a woifey and she visits~!!) and one night I could barely sleep, and I hear a knock on the door. I open and there's the plumber (24, M) sleep workin' in his tanooki footie pajamas (won't judge him for that). While the Blokes (we'll call them Mr.H and Professor S) were doing bum stuff, the plumber walked in and fixed the leaky faucet (How'd he know?) and he said "a-*snoore* that's-a ten" so I pulled out two foivahs (slang for Blue Rupees) and let him pack up his things.

I didn't call him or tell the Blokes, AITA here?

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[wondernus]

omg hiii idk if you'll remember me but I sent that one junhui req of him anonymously sending little gifts!!

anyway back with more jun, aka jun drunk confession bc A. they hits a soft spot in me and B. I feel like he deserves one or deserves to give one (your choice😌)

pairing: wjh x reader (gn)

tags: alcohol, drunk character, food | f2l, angst

wc: 800

a/n: omg hi anon!! of course, I remember you!! I know it's been MONTHS since you sent this ask so tysm for waiting this long (but it's oki if you forgot about this 😭). I hope life is treating you well and everything is going well for you.

He arrives home at around ten, happily singing “I’m home,” knowing that you’re the type of person to worry about him if he tells you he will be out late. And he hates seeing you sit in bed, eyebrows furrowed, and never able to sleep unless you know that your best friend is okay. So he hopes his little greeting can soothe your restless soul before you finally fall asleep.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, but not without stumbling around a lot, he hugs his plastic bag of convenience store snacks close to his chest. Because even drunk Jun, giggly and head-empty drunk Jun, would still go out of his way to go to the convenience store near his job to grab some items as you are the only person on his mind. And he drops the bag on the kitchen counter, flinching when he hears the crash and clang of the two aluminum cider cans against the granite countertop.

But home is dark, and the crashing sound of the bag against the counter echoes in the space it occupies. Maybe there is the echo of the leaky bathroom sink faucet you keep hounding him to get fixed or the occasional murmur from the television of the old couple next door, but tonight, Wen Junhui hears nothing. And it’s only when he finishes taking the contents out of his plastic bag that he realizes that he forgot to turn the lights on.

So he quietly giggles to himself, laughing at his silly little mistake. Because he is home, he can navigate the entire layout without opening one eye. He knows how the side table next to the couch angles outwards and how you align your house slippers neatly next to the shoe rack when you leave home while his slippers are always strewn across the entrance after he somehow always leaves for work a few minutes behind his schedule. He knows the way in which each room smells and how the kitchen smells after your failed attempt at flipping pancakes – how the hair straightener smells when you stand behind him while trying to style his hair.

Stumbling his way to the bathroom, he sighs in relief when he gets to lean against the bathroom sink counter while he washes his hands. Scrubbing the soap between each finger, being sure to clean underneath his fingernails, he makes a mental note to call the plumber tomorrow.

His phone vibrates when he receives a notification. It is a text from a drinking buddy asking if he is okay. Of course, that is what he tells himself. Junhui thinks that there is no better day to go home early to confess his love for his best friend than today. Everything feels right, and it is not just the liquid courage talking.

Besides, you never have to stop confessing your love for somebody even when you’re in a romantic relationship with them. That’s what you always told your boyfriend after giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head while he laid his head against your chest.

Oh, how he loves laying in your welcoming arms.

Another notification sound emitted breaks him away from his transient daydream. The buddy tells his drunk friend not to do anything dumb like visiting another person’s house at night.

The text leaves Jun dumbfounded as to why he would even go to another person’s house when he could just go home to you.

So he stumbles to his bedroom, forgetting his phone on the tiled counter. He squats on the floor beside your sleeping figure, mumbling about how much he loves you while he swats his hand around the dark to reach for the small table lamp the two of you chose at a flea market during one of your first few dates. It’s technically yours; you’re the one who chose and bought the lamp. But his hand never touches something tangible until it comes down hard against the nightstand where the table lamp is supposed to be.

And it stings. The way his tender flesh prickles with pain only sobers him.

And he crumples to the floor after losing balance on his legs, after losing the balancing person in his life.

You broke up with him last month. Your lamp is gone. But he still repeats his same routine every night, making space for you in his life even without your presence, just like clockwork. And it feels empty and lonely sitting in the dark, leaning against the side where his past lover used to lay. And he wishes his love confessions will find a soft place to land, one as soft as your cheek against his lips.

Maybe one day he will learn a new rhythm in which he can love himself unconditionally. Tonight, however, he unfortunately still loves you.

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Standing in the plumbing aisle at Finishing Touches, Hazal had a wrench in one hand and a roll of plumber's tape in the other—looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. She peered up at Donnie, her brows knitted together in confusion. "Think this'll do the trick?" she asked, waving the wrench around. "I'm not exactly a pro at this stuff." She chewed on her lip, eyeing the tools like they might bite her. "I mean, I could always call a plumber, but that'd be pretty lame, right? It's just a stupid leaky faucet." She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Why can't things just fix themselves?"

[simxessbee]

Life After Christmas

Life with Duke and Ava after Christmas was starting to feel like a fresh chapter. Despite the tumultuous months behind them, things seemed to be slowly falling into place. Although Duke is not officially back home, he comes over frequently, creating a mix of relief and cautious optimism to their household.

Duke had taken a break from the league, giving him an unexpected but welcome chance to focus on his family. Brandon, for one, couldn’t be happier. The weekend visits had been nice while they lasted, but they never felt like enough. Now, with Duke unofficially home full-time, the two were making up for lost time. Whether it was shooting hoops or building epic pillow forts in the living room, their bond was flourishing in a way Ava hadn’t seen in years.

With Duke and Brandon so wrapped up in their adventures, Ava was finally able to spend more uninterrupted time with baby Khloe. Ms. Nancy, their ever-reliable nanny, was thrilled to take a much-needed vacation, leaving Ava to cherish these moments on her own. It reminded her of the early days—before life got so complicated.

Duke had also surprised Ava by stepping up in ways she didn’t expect. When he noticed a leaky faucet in the kitchen, he didn’t wait for her to call a plumber; he grabbed his toolbox and got to work. When dinner was over, instead of leaving his plate on the table as usual, he rolled up his sleeves and helped with the dishes. Ava couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, realizing she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him do that.

The best part, though, was the time Duke and Ava were spending together. They’d started playing board games and going to the arcade like they used to in college.

But it wasn’t all perfect. They hadn’t yet addressed the elephant in the room: Duke’s lingering connection to Ivy. The hurt and mistrust from his past infidelity were still there, a quiet undercurrent beneath their newfound joy. Yet for the first time in a long time, Ava felt hope. They were talking, laughing, rebuilding—not just their relationship but the foundation of their family.

Could this really be it? Was their past finally behind them? Ava wasn’t sure yet but she allowed herself to believe it might be. One day at a time, she thought. One step closer to healing.

[femergencyplumbersnorwich]

While it's best to leave complex plumbing tasks to professionals, there are a few simple plumbing repairs you can tackle yourself:

Unclog a Drain:

Use a plunger to clear minor clogs in sinks and toilets.

For stubborn clogs, try using a plumbing snake.

Fix a Leaky Faucet:

Turn off the water supply to the faucet.

Use a wrench to remove the handle and replace the worn-out washer or gasket.

Reassemble the faucet and turn on the water supply.

Replace a Toilet Flapper:

Turn off the water supply to the toilet tank.

Flush the toilet to drain the tank.

Remove the old flapper and replace it with a new one.

Reattach the tank lid and turn on the water supply.

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