#like when I replaced the toilet mechanisms

[tomthefanboy]

Where's that post that was like "why do I keep the manual for my appliances when the internet exists?"

Because the manual can't get updated to new models or consolidated into a different company or just taken down because the manufacturer went out of business!

My dumb ass range hood has a different number of filters and light bulbs with PERPENDICULAR WIRES and bulbs that are LOCKED in their sockets but none of the products on the manufacturer's website match my model and because I don't have a manual I can't look up the model number that my cut rate home builder installed.

[octuscle]

Fewer wheels, more balls

Stephen cursed everything. His parents, because they hadn't paid for him to study medicine and he had only become a nurse. St. Peter because he sent a shower of rain at the exact moment he rolled out onto the road on his new motorcycle. The mechanic, because he had offered him the motorcycle as a replacement for his car, which had finally died of old age. And himself, because he hadn't had the backbone to insist on having the car repaired and had this bike sold to him instead. Yes, he had taken his driver's license back then. But he hadn't ridden a motorcycle since driving school. And this beast, a twenty-year-old Triumph Rocket III, was far too big for his frail body. And with the silly rain overalls that the mechanic had given him, he looked more than silly.

Especially in this weather, Stephen hadn't expected to get home on his bike without breaking down. But even he was surprised that it should be so far after just four miles. With the last of his strength, the bike rolled under the highway bridge. At least it was dry there. And now? Stephen had no idea about engines. He was an ambulance driver. He knew all about cars. At least a little. But with motorcycles?

If you're at a loss, ask ChatGPT. Stephen pulled out his cell phone and described the problem. He was advised to remove the spark plugs and dry them out. Shit, yes, he'd heard about that. It was a common problem with that model year. He had an oily rag in his upperall. He dried and cleaned the spark plugs. And the machine started. Perfectly! Nevertheless, Stephen sent up a prayer to heaven. And it was answered. The rain subsided and he made it home without any further problems.

Stephen dried his bike and hung his wet leather suit on a hanger. His garage, which was also his own little improvised workshop, was kept tidy. That was important to him. Otherwise, he wasn't the tidy type… As he stood in front of the toilet in his wet underwear and pissed, it occurred to him that he could clean again. Shit, this was a man's household. And he worked in the Red Cross workshop on engines and car bodies. He didn't need a sterile environment. He still had some pizza left in the fridge. He didn't have to leave for work for another hour. That was enough for food, drink and a wank. Then he put on a dry leather suit, sat on his 140 hp baby and set off for work with the engine roaring.

Stephen liked the late shift. He could wait for the vehicles in peace and didn't have to constantly watch out for vehicles coming in and out. The bad weather also meant that there were fewer people on the road. There were fewer motorcycle accidents in particular. Stephen didn't care about the weather. He had once had a car. But he needed the wind around his nose. He drove in all weathers. Nevertheless, he preferred it when no bikers had to be taken to hospital after an accident. Here in the neighborhood you can. Most of them were at least distant acquaintances. I mean, Stephen was an authority in the biker scene. When it came to engines, nobody could fool him. And whether it was his Triumph, his BMW or his Ducati, he had every bike under control.

It was almost 05:00 in the morning. The replacement would be coming soon. Stephen was standing in the coffee kitchen with a couple of paramedics, smoking a cigarette. His parents had always wanted him to become a doctor. He was sure that he could do a much greater service to the health service with his job. And tomorrow it would continue, tomorrow he would give it his all again. But not today, today he was happy when his baby was in the garage and he was in bed.

It was 08:00 when Steve was woken by a honking horn. Shit, he had slept in his clothes again. It had been a long evening with the boys. And yes, he'd probably had one too many beers to drive home. But his machine knew the way. Another honk. Bloody hell, couldn't anyone wait these days? "I'm coming" boomed Steve's bass over the service station. Some fucking city slicker who was too stupid to fill up the tank himself. Steve had a hard time hiding his morning wood when he went to the gas pump to fill up the show-off Porsche. Steve positioned himself so that the driver had no other chance than to stare at the bulge in his pants. "That'll be 80 bucks, buddy," Steve grunted. "Anything else I can do for you?"

Steve had once seen a drawing of a gas station where the attendants not only refueled and repaired cars, but also served hot customers in other ways. It was some guy from Denmark, Sweden or something… Tim? Tom? It didn't matter. Steve turned around, his hand on his bulge. Three, two, one... He would have bet the 80 dollars that the Porsche driver would come up behind him. The first coffee of the day would have to wait. He had an ass to fill for now.

Interested in your own TF story? DM me, there's a community on Tumblr for that!

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hiiiiii Aubrie I saw ur post and I js wanted to say that I hope u feel better soon !! :(( plsplspls don’t worry abt requests too much!! Ur health and happiness comes first and we can always wait <33 as for rambles :3 id love to hear if u have any for Jeff !! He’s best boy and ik u like him so <33 no pressure at all !!

Thank you very much, I appreciate it a whole lot <3 :)))

As for some Jeff rambles listen okay this one popped into my head recently, but like Jeff has to always be the Strong Dependable ManTM because he likes being useful, and I’m just imagining him constantly trying to be the mansion’s mechanic and handyman. The second a sink or a toilet or a stove or just any sort of indoor thing stops working, he’s immediately like “I’ll fix it 😤😤😤” and I feel like 8 or 9 times out of 10 he does end up fixing things. I feel like he tries to compete with Tim over this because Tim is also a handyman but Jeff’s perpetual inner state of “I need to prove I can be useful” just makes him try to be the one to do it.

Also??? I totally think Jeff is a car guy. I feel like he really likes cars and working on them, and he’s definitely the lone car guy in the mansion that fixes anything if something goes wrong with a car. I feel like Slender has some old cars laying around the mansion and Jeff just goes out there and tinkers with them and tries to restore them. I dunno man Jeff just greased up and working on cars is something I didn’t realize I needed :p But I do genuinely think he enjoys it.

Next one is Big Brother JeffTM but Sally loves giving makeovers to everyone whenever she invites them to tea parties, and I feel like whenever she invites the girls they do her makeup for her and it makes her really happy, and listen, I can totally see Jeff learning how to do makeup so when the girls aren’t around he can do her makeup for her and it makes her SO excited and the two of them will just sit up there in princess dresses doing each other’s makeup and drinking tea. I just feel like Jeff has such strong big brother vibes and I can see him doting on Sally all the time. I think Jeff is definitely one of Sally’s safe choices amongst the men in the mansion and I feel like she pesters him all the time and he pesters her back and takes good care of her.

Also, all of that applies to if he has a partner too. You complain to him that something in your house isn’t working, or your speaker isn’t working anymore, or your car has been having troubles lately and needs stuff replaced, this man will haul ass to get over there and help you. The makeup stuff applies too, if you ever want to just be silly and do each other’s makeup for fun he will sit there and try so hard to do your makeup really nicely, and he’ll let you do literally anything you want to his face with makeup because he just has fun watching you enjoy yourself and it makes him really happy.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future Part II, The Novel by Craig Shaw Gardner: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings

Part 2: Marty McGamblerPants

Previous posts here

• As Marty ventures into the Café 80s, a lot of what unfolds is pretty close to the movie, so not much to say there. There is an interesting line as Griff and Biff exit the café, though, where Biff says, “Listen, Griff, don’t you go loanin’ that McFly kid any money—even though he probably needs it, him and his old man both.”

I wonder: is he saying that just because he wants to take a dig at the state of the McFly family’s finances or because Griff has loaned money to Junior before? If he has, that’s quite the interesting thing to ponder considering I don’t see Griff as being the type to do much of anything out of the kindness of his heart, but I absolutely do see him loaning money to Junior just to be able to use it against him and force him into doing things.

• If I’m remembering correctly, Junior doesn’t actually say no to Griff in the café. He mentions it being dangerous, says he should discuss it with his father, and then eventually says okay once he’s thrown over the counter. Book Junior does say no, though, and he says it like this:

You know that’s Marty’s boy; he’s got nice manners just like his dad. I love Junior so much.

• When Marty gets approached in 2015 about saving the clock tower, the book notes that the guy asking for the donation is Terry. When Marty won’t donate the hundred dollars, Terry goes on to talk about how, back when the clock was struck by lightning, “—a hundred bucks was worth something.” He then points to Biff (who is across the street) and starts to talk about how Biff, “—tried to shaft me out of three-hundred bucks for fixing his car.”

I kind of wish they had included this context in the movie because it was only a handful of years ago that I realized the guy asking for the donation is Terry the mechanic from 1955. And while that information isn’t important, it would have saved me a good deal of confusion in those hundred or so watches growing up when I had no clue who he was. And the thing is, I could see the obvious old-age makeup, so I knew he was supposed to be someone, but I didn’t know who until I read it online after starting this blog. Before that, I was always like, “Why did they go through the trouble of badly doing old age makeup on this random guy for this one scene? Why didn’t they just hire an old man?”

• The discussion about the Cubs between Marty and Terry just reminded me of the unnecessarily long Dudes Talking Sports conversation between Marty and Doc in the novel for the first movie.

•The book makes it very clear that Marty’s motivation for buying the sports almanac is due to his anxiety over finding out his future self is a “loser.” Like…there is no other reasoning—not even the general lure of wealth—noticeably at play here. Marty just desperately wants to avoid being described as someone who “flushed his life down the toilet” and he sees the almanac as his guaranteed way to prevent that fate.

Why wasn’t this included in the movie?? All my times watching it, and I’ve NEVER gotten the sense that buying the almanac is the result of Marty being afraid of what he learned in the café. It always just seemed like Marty was simply being impulsive, irresponsible, and greedy. And frankly, it also has always struck me as a little out of character for him. He’s impulsive, yes, but good-hearted, honest, Marty McFly wanting to cheat at gambling for fun? Never seemed quite in line with who he is.

The way the book frames it changes it so much though! It’s so much easier to be sympathetic toward Marty buying the almanac with the context that he’s doing it to save himself and his family. Kind of flabbergasted, honestly. This would have been a great detail to have in the movie. Imagine seeing the excited grin and the “I can’t lose!” and him telling Doc with a mischievous grin, “Maybe we can place a couple bets?” replaced by a Marty who’s conflicted about his decision but desperate not to become someone everyone around him is ashamed of. Because there is no sense of that in Movie Marty. He just sees the almanac and does this

Now I’m wondering: is there anyone who watched the movie and DID conclude that Marty bought the almanac specifically to avoid being a loser? Is it only me who thought he was just chasing easy fame and fortune for funsies??

[e-adlirez]

Just looked on the older books for refs of Thea and

Boi Curse of the Cheese Pyramid is insane

It literally starts with G heading to work on time at 9, but William comes in like "BOI YOU'RE SPENDING TOO MUCH MONEY ON THE GAZETTE YOU HAVE TO CUT DOWN THE BUDGET" (Imagine this screamed directly into Geronimo's ear)

Obviously William's definition of "cut down the budget" is this

TW: Spoilers for Curse of the Cheese Pyramid, William behavior, do not click on if you don't want a spike in blood pressure

If you choose to turn away now, the following fume was just an intermission for finding this picture lmao

He pawned over everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in Geronimo's office, from his desk to his armchair to his carpet to his book collection to his art collection, and replaced it all with a single plastic chair and desk ("All you need in an office is a desk and chair!")

He fired ALL THE STAFF and decided that only family members will be working for the paper (because family members don't need to be paid as much probably (if at all) when working for a family business-- they all share their finances with each other, anyway maybe (it's not clear what their salaries are gonna be (wanna bet G is paid minimum wage while Thea is paid 50% of the Gazette's monthly expenses after this clean sweep))). The only person spared from the firing spree was Shif T. Paws, the Gazette's sales manager, who apparently offered to work there for free.

He delegates all the work of the Gazette to four people-- G does all the office work (taking calls, building maintenance, writing, editing, printing, clientele stuff), Thea does all the interviews and field work stuff, Trap does all the cooking, and Benjamin is "William's personal assistant". Lord knows what that last position means for little Benji. (Okay reading ahead Benjamin seems fine, but he does say that William is "a bit pushy".)

He sends G out on a work holiday thing and he overworks the crap out of everyone, to the point where even Thea is sick of William's senile old-fashioned ass, and it seems that the Gazette was also going downhill because of this mouse furry ripoff Daniel Dancer. (To give a preview of what he did in the working perspective, he basically had Trap work seven days a week)

He was planning to have staff give use old newspaper instead of toilet paper (T&B expenses), make a 30-second time mechanism for the restrooms (to maximize manpower efficiency and possible humiliation for anyone going number 2), and was considering cutting all electricity to the building and just have staff work on typewriters "just like the old days".

This man's senile ass--

[abbinurmel]

I had an interesting Bee and Puppycat "Lazy In Space" theory just pop up in my head...🐝🐢💫🤡🐱

So. At one point in the show the audience sees a flashback scene, where Bee's dad is watching Bee as a toddler at the beach with Puppycat.

Bee's dad says at some point here: "She's really full of energy!...she really likes you. Sorry your ship isn't done yet, I'll let you know when it's fixed."

...remember that birthday song that was sung by Bee's music box/power charger from her dad? The song that when taken at face value sounds like a normal sweet b-day greeting, but in full knowledge of her robot origins, we know has a more deeper meaning to its lyrics?

...what if he wasn't in this flashback commentating on the way the toddler Bee was behaving here. What if like the birthday song was doing before we realized Bee's cyborg anatomy in the Donut Planet episode, Bee's dad is saying an entirely different secret meaning that we as uninformed viewers are only meant to take at face value? What if he is commenting on the fact that bee IS LITERALLY GETTING CHARGED FULL OF ENERGY. Like she is a robot. Or to be specific, battery power cell.

He helped Team Puppycat aka Violet/The Space Outlaw aboard their ship with his inventions in early childhood to harvest "candy", and inside those candies (which supposedly earn mysterious 'prizes') is what is described as pure cosmic energy. In the future, Bee's dad for every birthday sends Bee a piece of that strange energy candy to eat thru her repair/recharge box. The box which HE seems to currently be residing in (or at least some avatar or replica or spiritual essence of him, we do not quite know yet how that works out.)

We also see something else that gained a lot of fan theories in this flashback: Baby Bee is trying to stick a fork in a wall socket at some point and Puppycat stops her. We may at first assume this is just human Bee doing what all innocent babies do. A lot of folks speculate that current grownup Bee is either a cyborg who was resurrected or some mechanical doppleganger to replace the Inventor's lost daughter, when she perished. A lot of people assume if she died her death is due to drowning, thanks to her phobia towards water. But what if...Bee is NOT a doppleganger, or even someone that was ever organically fully human for most of her life, if any? What if she wasn't poking the wall out of infantile dumbness but by pure instinct to seek and fill her body up with electricity. With ENERGY. And what if her fears of the ocean and getting wet are not due to a suppressed trauma due to drowning but because since she KNOWS she is a machine, she KNOWS as a living device that it is not good for her circuitry to get wet?? Not only does being a type of AstroBoy / Skydoll/ CP30 type of android explain Bee's oddball nature, why she says things like 'everyone feels ticklish on the roofs of their mouths, except me...' it also explains WHY SHE DOESN'T AGE NORMAL. She might not physically or mentally ever age at all because she literally doesn't, she CAN'T until she receives new physical upgrades directly given to her by her father.

Bee speaks fondly about her father. And he seems gentle in mannerisms. But we do not at this point truly know what his motives are or what the connection with his daughter really is. Bee's dad seems to never write or text or send any video calls- DESPITE BEING A SUPER GENIUS with the obvious tech brilliance to easily do so. We never see him actually praise her or teach her human life skills. This explains why she keeps food in a toilet and lacks often basic social cues. Bee has a wistful, bittersweet way of talking about her father. What if she misses him, purely because she wants to have a relationship of any kind in the first place? What if she longs for him, not because she was loved so dearly as a child, but because she wants ANY type of a parent/child or scientist creator/robot creation bond at all? Why is Bee's dad biding his time in that box of hers? Is it because he is a distant parent, or is he aware of some dangers she physically presents? Bee has massive strength, but I think we have only just scratched the surface of her powers. Because why else does she have a self destruction sequence deliberately programmed onto her charging station? Why does it count down every birthday to destroy her, unless she reports back? Is it because she is like a walking talking nuclear fuel rod, and if she were to go rogue somehow, or disobey her programming, it might result in a devastating meltdown chain reaction? Or she might glitch and go on a mindless Terminator style rampage?

Why else would Bee's father act so jovial yet distant toward her, if all he ever saw her was as a successful other invention of his? He might be proud of her existence, but not enough to treat her with paternal care. This is why *Puppycat* aka The Space Outlaw only acts as her caregiver nanny in the flashbacks. Not him! What if she was only ever built to sustain or become a physical part of Team Puppycats' ship, perhaps to even just exist as an AI system with a sentient consciousness, similar to the Improbability Engine in the Douglas Adams books, or animes like "Outlaw Star?"

My final point to make: now, in the present day, back on the island, there is a soft drink company that seems to be everywhere called ENERGY FOR WORK. There is a thumbs up logo on the branding, and that icon appears not just on the drink cans that Cass always fuels herself up on, but it can be also found on merchandise all over the island and on the clothes of island residents in the background. Know where else this icon shows up?...Right back where we started! In the flashback, aboard Team Puppycats' spaceship. Look closely and you will find it there in the background screens. Near code work that looks almost exactly like what Cass was typing up! 🤯

Yes yes I know this a long essay and all is wildly speculative. It could be just all a coincidence... but I was there, being a very early guesser long before the whole Pink Diamond affair. So I doubt it. 🤓

[chrisbitchtree]

Feels Like Home

For Harringrove Flip It Reverse It - Day 2

Prompt - NSFW - Stripping

1k - G

***

Finally, after years of saving every penny they could, passing on nights out at the bar in favour of sharing a cheap sixpack of beer at home, only making the expensive trip back to Hawkins once a year, and working two jobs each, Steve as a receptionist at a dental office and a barista, and Billy a mechanic and bartender, they’d saved enough for their own little house near the ocean.

Saying house might be putting it too kindly, though. It was really more of a shack. Sturdy but tiny, one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and dining room combo, and a living room making up the whole place, sand dusted on every floor, the scent of sea salt filling the air. And horrific, 70s era wallpaper covering nearly every wall. It wasn’t ideal, but it was within their budget and allowed for easy access to surfing and swimming, so they gladly snatched it up.

***

They’d put in a lot of work over the past few months, refinishing the floors, replacing the rotting boards on the deck, and replacing the ancient, pea green toilet and tub, and now it was time for the final task: stripping the wallpaper so they could paint the walls in a rainbow of colours, from sky blue to sunshine yellow.

They’d rented a contraption that promised to steam the wallpaper off almost instantly, but neither had any clue how to use it, and it wasn’t going well. Billy’s curls were a wild mess because Steve kept accidentally aiming the steam at him, the few times they could magically get any steam to come out at all, and Steve’s face was bright red from a mixture of embarrassment and frustration from not being able to figure out this seemingly simple task, even after the clerk at the paint shop had given him a demo.

Billy had unfortunately had to miss out on the demo due to work. He was always the handier of the two, but he had to rely on Steve’s memory and an instruction manual that left a lot to be desired in terms of detailed descriptions of the steps to get him through. They had always made a concerted effort to not raise their voices at each other, but they were not successful that day.

“How can you not remember, Steve? You said the guy showed you how to do it, like three times! Is it not this button?”

“Which button?” Steve shouted.

This button! This button, Steve!” He jammed his thick finger into one of the three buttons on top. ���The button I keep showing you! Is this the button?”

“That’s not the button you were pressing before!” Steve roared, dropping the nozzle and storming out of the room. He stepped into the bathroom, the only room with a lock, and sat on the lip of the tub, fuming.

It was just like Billy to pin this on Steve when he knew that Steve had a terrible memory. He should have gone to the paint shop instead of Steve, but he just had to work an extra couple hours of overtime, even though he’d promised Steve he’d slow down with it now that they’d bought the house.

They had both agreed that they’d cut back on their hours so they could enjoy being here together, but only Steve was keeping that promise so far, and it felt sometimes like he was doing all the heavy lifting on the new house himself.

Billy banged loudly on the door. “Steve, can you please come out here?” he called. “So we can talk about this like adults?”

“No,” Steve replied. “I need a minute to myself to calm down.”

“Ok,” Billy sighed. “Good. Take a minute to get your head out of your ass, then we can talk.”

Steve huffed an incredulous laugh. “Get my head out of my ass? How about you get your head out of your ass? If you hadn’t insisted on taking on that extra overtime, you could have been the one to go to the paint shop for the tutorial, and we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Well, I’m so sorry for trying to make some extra cash, Steve! Sue me for not wanting us to be poor!”

Steve stood, flicking the lock, and flinging the door open, standing face to face with Billy. “Money won’t buy us time together, Billy! It won’t buy us memories and happiness.”

It was Billy’s turn for his face to go red. “I know that asshole, but it can buy us a future. It can buy us safety. It can buy us financial security like I never had growing up. I want to take care of you, Steve. I love you so fucking much, and I want to give you the world. Is that so bad?” Tears were now leaking from the corners of his eyes, and Steve brought a hand up, trying to wipe them away.

Shit. He’d never thought of it like that before. He knew that he took for granted sometimes that he’d have his parents’ money to fall back on if things really got rough, so it had never truly occurred to him what money might mean to Billy.

He grabbed a tissue from the back of the toilet and handed it to Billy before pulling him to his chest and holding Billy tight in his arms. He rocked them softly, back and forth, shushing Billy as the tears continued to flow.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry. You’re just trying to take care of us. I know that now. I’m sorry that I didn’t see it before but thank you. You’re always looking out for me. For us. How about we just take another minute to calm down, then I’ll treat you to an ice cream cone, then we can go back to the paint shop to have them explain it again. Ok?”

Billy nodded, letting out a wet whimper.

Steve continued to hold him in his arms, running a soothing hand down his back. Fuck, he was lucky to have Billy, have him care so much. He made a silent promise to himself to let Billy know more often just how much he appreciated his love.

[heyheyitsjae]

I got the LEGO Lion Knights Castle

So recently I managed to get my hands on this new LEGO Castle set, and they did this cool thing with it where they put little messages from Majisto (the original LEGO Wizard from the 90’s) up in the corner at different parts of the build. But a few of these messages are a tad odd or interesting and I want to highlight them

A) First and definitely weirdest. So normally LEGO pieces are either 1 plate tall (a plate) or 3 plates tall (a brick.) A couple years ago they released this piece I like to call the “Minecraft candle” that’s only 1x1 studs wide, but is 2 plates tall.

The odd thing is that Majisto makes comments along the lines of “hey check out this weird piece” twice in the manual. The first time makes perfect sense because it’s the first time you use one (I think) in the entire build and it is a really weird part. The second time though is like halfway through the second manual, so like 3⁄4 's through the entire build and after you’ve put down like 100 of the damn things. It’s extra odd ‘cause sometimes these messages are like 30 steps apart, sometimes like 5, so they didn’t have to include a message there at all. If they were out of material it’d be fine to leave it blank. 

B) A while back there was this mobile app called LEGO Legacy: Heroes Unboxed. In it it was implied that Majisto used to date Willa the Witch (and also Basil the Batlord but that’s beside the point.) According to this set, however, Majisto is actually Willa’s cousin. It was the medieval era I suppose…

C) One of the characters they had in the retro lineups was The Black Knight. He started off as a member of the Black Falcons before splintering off to start his own faction known as the Black Knights. While the Black Falcons and Crusaders/Lion Knights had a bit of a back and forth rivalry, and you were supposed to root for the Crusaders, but neither was really marked as outright good or evil and they had peaceful interactions from time to time. The Black Knights however were consistently antagonized by the story, and always depicted as enemies of the Falcons, Crusaders, and Forestmen. 

We got some new lore in this manual. Apparently the Black Knight was driven to madness and greed after looking at a magical shard of amber now sealed in the Lion Knight’s dungeon. While the manual never explicitly states this I’m assuming the Falcons and Crusaders went to war over the Black Knight wanting the amber, and when the Black Knight left the Falcons and the Crusader King was replaced by the Lady of the Lion Knights peace came to the two factions. 

D) At one point Majisto describes a gear as “what sorcery is this” and I’m like “dude, you’re literally a magic wizard how is this weird for you.” I don’t think LEGO was including gear pieces in those old Castle sets so it’s probably a meta joke, but I’m like 90% sure knights IRL had gears in siege machines and portcullis mechanics and shit. Majisto makes a similar comment about a wall attached with hinge pieces (again probably a meta joke about LEGO being less boxy then it used to but in-universe it would just be a simple diagonal wall.) and another wall that grows and bends when you open the castle up (and… fair enough for that one.) 

E) The brown frog piece underneath the toilet trough is canonically not a pile of shit, it is a frog who has been shat on. 

F) Majisto has to poop standing up because his minifig has a dress piece and those can’t bend to sit down. 

G) At one point Majisto brags about being able to drop stones off the castle wall if the “dragon army” ever attack, which is weird because he’s the leader of the Dragon Knights!? TBF retroactively, in other LEGO media, Majisto has kinda become a Gandalf type, wandering from kingdom to kingdom helping where he can, so maybe he’s not considered their leader anymore and Burnabus took over/was always in charge in-universe. Also there are like three different groups of Dragon Knights, Majisto’s neutral Dragon Masters and then the evil Green Dragons and Red Dragons so maybe he’s talking about one of the latter two? Also also, if Ninjago is any indication, Dragons are a sentient race in the LEGO world so maybe some of them have militarized? 

[regular-lord-reckoner]

welp, we got scammed by a plumber today, lol

we suspected that we had a leak but our most recent ridiculous water bill confirmed that, so my mom reached out to a plumber to come out and take a look

one of the mechanisms inside the toilet on both mine and my mom's were broken so that was part of it, but there's also apparently a leak under the house as well

some guys came out to look at it and said they'd be back out to replace those parts and then get under the house and fix that one so okay, great

except when the guy shows up today he's like, "oh, the other guy actually fixed the one under the house when we were here last" which like...??? why didn't you just say that, then??

but okay, whatever, maybe it somehow slipped his mind?

in any case, our family friend went behind him today and pretty quickly realized he didn't replace any parts in the toilet at all and actually made the problem worse!!

all he did was turn the water down so that it didn't seem like it was leaking anymore so thank fuck for our friend who checked and then went to the store to get the parts and replaced them himself

he was watching him at one point but got distracted because he got an email about a job offer on his phone so he was trying to set up that interview and wasn't observing him as closely, but dude definitely just brought in pieces to supposedly replace the broken ones and yet it's still the same broken ones that are in the toilet; you can tell because they've got wear and tear damage and our family friend said that when he was looking at them in the store that the design doesn't even look like that anymore so...yeah. total shitshow.

i know at one point during both "repairs" he had to go out to his vehicle (which wasn't even a van or anything, it was a fucking mercedes sedan) to get something (and hilariously at one point he came back with a tool that was way too big for the job he was doing) so my guess is he just ditched the new parts back in his car right then and left the old ones in place and called it a fucking day assuming we wouldn't take the tank off and have a look for ourselves or that we wouldn't know the difference, i guess??

i also don't know what the fuck he did in my bathroom but my bath mat ended up soaked and he also grabbed one of my towels i had hanging up to mop up the rest and claimed it was "already there on the floor"

no the fuck it was not, but just goes to show how much of a liar this dude is (which as an aside like...you can use my towels, it's not really about that, it's just the audacity to lie like that when i know for a fact that fucker was hanging up on the door)

in any case, we've been blowing his shit up on yelp and wherever else and my mom knows people who are from where he is and would be delighted to tell everyone what a piece of shit he is and to not do business with him. i hope to god he never gets to rip another person off ever again

hilariously, their yelp page didn't have any reviews on it before today and when we mentioned that on the phone he claimed it was because he doesn't want to pay for them (as if he's sooooo honest he would never!!) but now since my mom left a review all of a sudden there's a bunch of reviews from i'm assuming his friends and family all like "great business, you guys helped a lot!!"

pretty sure you're not allowed to falsify reviews to boost your 1 star rating so i called that out in my own yelp review and now i'm not seeing those as recommended comments anymore and it's back to 1 star so...that's funny

anyway, i wish this bitch the absolute worst in life and best of fucking luck to you, dude, because if there's one thing my father couldn't stand in this world it was men who do shit like that.

and i know my dad's up to some shit in the afterlife as well because our family friend had some family he hasn't talked to in over a decade reach out to him out of the blue and it's been a really positive and good thing for him and it's just like...what are the chances, y'know? (and it wasn't like, "oh hey, man, haven't talked to you in a while!" it was like...a door that had closed that he never thought would open again and now it's just...wide open! thanks, dad :3)

a lot of good things have been happening to people he's cared about, actually, so i just cannot wait for this dude and his scam of a business go down in flames

makes me sick to my fucking stomach to think of how many people he's probably taken advantage of and who just didn't know any better. that trick he pulled on us probably would have worked until it inevitably got worse but that could take a while and by then we wouldn't automatically assume it was him but rather just our rotten luck, y'know? just absolutely despicable.

[containatrocity]

Punchdrunk

A collection of testimonies, from the people who loved him best.

On the back of a school paper, with drawings of dragons and knights locked in fierce battle on the front, 'Ducky R., 7 years old' in scrawled handwriting on its front.

"Mallard seems to be easily distracted in class, but shows an incredible aptitude with music and art. Despite the fact he's loud and requires correction from time to time, he is endlessly helpful, and a pleasure to have as a student."

Another notice comes from a piece of paper from another class, the same dragons and creatures fighting around math tables, these ones adorned with stickers, and crayon.

"Mallard has been improving with his focus in class, but please try to encourage him to focus on work at school, it's difficult to keep him on task, and his eagerness to discuss fantasy cartoons (Dungeon and Dragons, He-Man, and the carebears films, specifically) has derailed him and his classmates numerous times. He is a very bright boy, please ensure he doesn't have his copies of Redwall, Goosebumps, or similar when he comes to school, he has a tendency to focus on them without attention to class at all."

He always got his class work done. He never quite understood why it was a bad thing, he wanted to draw pictures or read. He doesn't do much reading, as he gets older.

On the insert of a cassette tape still lingering in the glovebox of a long-abandoned car in the garage of the Romero house, it's been trapped in there since a fender bender including the boys crunched the front end enough that it damaged the locking mechanism. It's all 90s grunge and classic rock, recorded off the radio in the floor of Duck's bedroom by a fifteen year old boy missing one of his frontmost teeth, after an 'incident' with an office chair and a brother only a year older.

"DUCK AND HIS BROTHERS' SICK ASS ROAD TRIP TUNES FOR WHEN THEY LEAVE THIS SHITHOLE TOWN '97, NOT FOR MOM OR BEAU TO LISTEN TO, YOU GUYS DON'T COUNT!"

They never took that road trip- it cost most of the family's funds to replace Duck's missing tooth, and 'leaving this town in the rearview' became a pipe dream- locked away like a mixtape in the glovebox of a crumpled 1990 Ford.

On the margins of an old character sheet for a tabletop game, scrawled in by a kid of a similar mind and love of the world of fantasy.

"Thanks for inviting me to play with you, Cybil, I'll miss all the adventures, and when the time comes to pay visits back home from college, we'll have to put another table together. P.S. I hope someday, the world's nicer to boys like us, with their heads in the clouds and a taste for the fantastic than it is now. I'm sorry I embarrassed you at lunch. I hope when your senior prom rolls around, you don't have to go stag to make other people happy."

there's yellowing stains of coffee and neon-orange from chip-dirtied fingers on the worn paper, 'MR & JT' written once but erased in the corners. It's an Oath of Love Paladin who survived years at a table. Joey Tompkins never comes home to visit from college, and Duck Romero attends his junior and senior proms with Geanie Sanderson.

It's a letter hidden in a patch in a leather jacket, sewn with thread by drunk teenagers at a concert they snuck out to attend, a letter penned for A 17 year old boy who will be retrieved by his brother once he finds him missing with a new ring of gold in his nose, pupils blown on the thrill of sneaking out, and some drug he'd taken off the tongue of the pretty bisexual girl he'd met at the roller rink a couple towns over while flopped out on some bean-bag chair between her and her girlfriend. He's at home here, with the artists and the queers and the freaks.

"To boys with toilet-teeth and broken elbows who won't let me sign their cast with a heart but will take a pill off my lips. To boys who kiss boys and girls and everyone between and neither- to the fearless waterfowl who's run afoul of any and every authority figure who ever thought to tell him what to do. To the freak who's nose I pierced in a dirty basement and all he did was laugh at the pain and do another shot of whiskey- don't let the world burn you out- you can do that all by yourself."

He's not worn the jacket for years, too broad in the chest and shoulders, now. But it sits in his closet, written on in spraypaint and studded by hand, with the names of friends who he never saw again. The taste of freedom lingers on the back of his tongue now, somewhat bitter. He pierces his own daughter's nose with a sewing needle and an old earring for her birthday because she asks. They dull the pain with a shot of whiskey kept back from before all of this and he remembers a room full of maybe the only people who knew him properly.

It's a few words from a friend in a wedding card. It's bitter, maybe, and it's the last thing he'd get before leaving for the military.

"I miss the you you used to be. I hope you know what you're doing. I'm sorry nobody saved you when it mattered the most."

He hid it from his wife, and when the time came that they fell apart, he'd burn every last bit of their ceremony in a grand bonfire over a drink and a burger with his brothers. Except the card. With a raised white cake and 'congrats on your marriage' on the front. It sits in a shoebox in a closet now, alongside hundreds of baby photos of Wren taken on polaroids.

It's written on the back of a picture of Duck and his little brothers, a toddler in a carrier strapped to his chest and a camouflage jacket too big for one of them on one of the younger kids. Duck's smile is megawatt, and his hair and beard have grown back some from the short and tight he wears so regularly, Gladiola's arm slung around his shoulders and her hair tied up in braids. It's the most Romero siblings in a photo taken in years.

"Duck, Gee, Phoenix, Talon, Cassius, Robbie and little Wren, Zoo Trip 2006, AKA Duck and the Ducklings."

there's a zoo brochure kept alongside it, with Duck's careful handwriting marking out the animals his siblings want to see the most, and ones they're notedly afraid of, so he can plan a path through the zoo most satisfactory to the younger siblings. Other photos of him on that day appear perhaps haunted- hollow behind green eyes, a man far too young who's seen hell too many times. War built the man who came home from Iraq, it never quite let go.

It's a school project for a 6 year old girl. It's written in messy handwriting, but it's a letter for her daddy. She'll write hundreds, over the next several years, but this one, he's able to come home and receive, deploying mere months later for the last time- she won't see her father again until she's 9. She'll never let up on hope.

"My daddy's a brave knight, and sometimes that means he's not home. Mommy Phelia says he's a soldier but in all my bedtime stories the people who go away to fight bad guys are knights so that's what my daddy is. I miss him a bunch, sometimes we get to have calls on these weird phones, and me and mommy Phelia have special cards that let us go see him sometimes, those are my favorite days. Last time daddy came home he brought me all kinds of presents. I like when daddy's hair grows back and he has a beard, because that means he's not going to leave again for a long time. I don't like getting haircuts because that means he's gonna be gone again and I really want to finish our stories. Only daddy tells the good stories too, grandma and my uncles don't do the voices right, and they always have to use the books."

To this day, Wren Romero wears her hair long- and always trims her dad's hair just slightly too long to be military issue. Duck hates the paradox, for all it's taken from everyone in town. He's grateful, maybe- that he's gotten to watch his kids grow up.

It's in the personal journal of a former combat medic. One his husband still hasn't found the heart to open, the words of a dead man kept pointedly until he became to weak to write. It's codenames, One that a fleeting knowledge of horror would help people parse out.

"Zombie introduced me to the new recruits today, he's calling the youngest 'Ghostface.' There's not a lot to him, but apparently his aptitude for sniping is unmatched, Kid's barely a hundred twenty soaking wet. Told me when we deployed out this time that he's serious about that girl back home- I'm not exactly bothered, I'm used to it- but it's a little bit of a mixed set of messages when that snake tattoo of his is colored now and it's as loud and proud queer as I think you can get without getting kicked out of the corps. He's still a hard ass, of course, but I guess this means he's gonna be less of a physical pain in mine in the barracks. The kid's apparently from his hometown- Zombie's reputation precedes him there- Can't imagine a time he wasn't some cocksure general running a ship so tight you could make a diamond if you shoved coal up his ass, I wonder which version of him I'd like better."

The author of the journal lies dead in Huntsville cemetery 'beloved husband and uncle' on the stone below his name. A carved blue jay sits in the flowers placed there by his husband and niece, a carefully made bird with wings spread- one glued back on. Some of his sweaters live on in Duck's closet. Duck sometimes wonders if he made the right call, all those years ago. But regret isn't a warm sweater- it's the report of a sniper rifle and a 'got your six!' barked over comms- it's a life debt owed to little more than a kid- a kid that took a lover and then begged him on hands and knees for a release from service for both of them- to care for the last bit of family he had left.

Regret is best left in the sands, shifting and hungry. not here. Still he finds time to wonder.

It's a thousand sticky notes in the Northern ranger station, despite him telling the staff they're running out. It's even more stuck to his desk, drawings of him making a sour face, notices from his deputy, the head ranger, and his assistant. It's reminders of things he needs to get done, and 'happy birthday, boss!' with shitty little cakes drawn under them. It is love in words and pictographs and he pretends to hate it, because they're wasting paper. Sometimes he pulls Hobbes and Clara in a little bit tighter when he greets them after rough shifts. He does it more now, after the hoedown.

"HI MR. DUCK. :)" "hey, Zom, saved you some coffee and a slice of cake. oo rah." "Boss there's a raccoon in the walls at the diner again, I told them you'd take care of it." "Mr. duck look I can draw you." "Hey do you think if somebody came into town with a fucked up right leg you guys could trade? It could be a lady. you'd have nice gams Warden D."

He can't bring himself to throw them away anymore. Well aware that a handful of them are already the last remnants of a young man who doesn't get to do something so simple as 'waste office supplies" anymore. They're still stuck to his computer- he's running out of screen space.

[eliz-elai-rigel-star]

Golden Wastelands: A Basin of Pure Regret (a theory)

By: Eliz Elai

I was too blind to not notice this earlier 🙈

The reason the Wastelands has a FRIK TON of pipes is because they have attempted to drain the Dark Water or whatever liquid waste they had. We see these pipes connect from the main areas (Broken Temple, Graveyard, Battlefield) all the way to Shipwreck - where the pipes come to an end and that yucky mud is spilled in the beach into the ocean.

That's probably why massive bodies of water are polluted in Wastelands. Let’s say that the dark waters are some sort of liquid waste similar to the ones that are produced by industrial factories, here in my country - some lousy factories and establishments like to connect pipes to water sources like rivers and beaches, and dump ALL THEIR STUPID WASTE. Of course NATURALLY - THAT’S NOT GOOD!! They ended up polluting the oceans and caused the wildlife to die or either mutate, I have a theory that the reason crabs that have black spots are aggressive is because they have evolved to let the darkness be a part of them and consume light in return.

Wastelands is supposed to be as grand and beautiful as Valley, with similar architecture and technology. But this time in wastelands: we get to see the consequences when humans take too much and abuse their environment for personal gain. That is why I think the transition between Valley - Wasteland is PERFECT. We slide into a slope and fly through clouds with buildings along the sides (similar to the races) but then....... glory instantly get replaced with terror as the lighting changed from courageous red to dark green (we know from Disney movies that green is evil). Even the sounds they make through the portal are similar- Valley has those 'bells' that we hear when entering the Colosseum, with cheers from the background. Wasteland has those similar 'bell' sounds, but then it turns unsettling as you hear some shyt like horror game ambiance sounds.

AND NOT TO MENTION, that wastelands is in a much lower area than Valley, and we literally get FLUSHED DOWN to Wastelands. Wasteland is a LITERAL SHADOW OF VALLEY.

Oh and also:

Valley was the first realm to introduce duality and competition, with all the races and stuff. In Wasteland we see this turn into conflict and war. And Valley is not the only area parallel to Wastelands, it also borrowed elements from Forest. We see a structure similar to Forest Temple in the early areas of wasteland, this is a mechanism that produces those Diamonds that power their gates, boats, etc, and it is made from the lights of mantas (poor babies getting pressed into darkstones). So it also features themes of animal abuse and resource overuse.

SUMMARY 📣(boy I got carried away this turned out so long)

! Wasteland is like a huge arse basin (or toilet) that catches all the bad consequences of previous realms. HECK that’s why it's name is the -WASTE- LAND. Basically a whole arse toilet to catch all the shyt.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Also a little side note with Season of Aurora spoilers: I heard that the song that is going to be played in this area has something to do with nature and pollution, and maybe a little bit of war. So I guess TGC is really selling the 'man made destructions' theme of Wasteland.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Also please ignore all my grammar mistakes (if I made any) I was typing these ideas as they came in my head. And my keyboard likes to autocorrect me sometimes.

You can go to Wasteland Shipwreck yourself, and try walking on the yucky substance in the pipes. (spoiler alert it’s disgusting)

[lillyjen]

So, I went for "didn't have locks", since that's the literal truth, but then I realised, the right answer is probably closer to "secret third option":

So, we moved house when I was 9, & our new house was great, but also needed a fair amount of cosmetic work (which was pretty fun to do, as a bunch of kids & their handy mum, but I digress). One thing about our house, is that it was built in the 50s, in the post-war, post-rationing, housing boom. As a result, it has metal door frames (thanks to the government having a bunch of leftover metal from requisitions originally intented for arms manufacturing, & nothing to do with it anymore). They are incredibly solid, & basically melded to the brickwork. The least solid part of them is the part where the latch of the door handle catches, since it's thinner than the rest of the frame, & only attatched on 3 sides, since the fourth side is the open space where the latch inserts. Of course, after (at the time) 50-odd years of use, this part of the frame had a tendency to be subtly warped, meaning that occasionally our doors would stick briefly. The worst offender was the door to the bedroom I shared with my little sister. We knew to be careful with it, but also, we were kids...

So one day, my sister goes into our bedroom & shuts the door a little too enthusiastically. It sticks magnificently. As in, that thing will not budge. It does not even rattle.

See, the other thing about these metal door frames, is that the hinges are of a piece with them. They have zero wiggle room. They are part & parcel of the solid hunk of metal currently holding the door shut. Any attempts to relieve pressure on one part of the door simply caused it to transfer said force to a different part of the frame, i.e.: the thing keeping the door closed, in a neverending feedback loop.

My dad had to climb up a ladder to our bedroom window & try & calm my panicking sister down, while my mum drilled, hacked, & chiselled a massive hole in the door big enough to remove the entire handle & latch mechanism, because just removing the handle did nothing to fix things. (In fact, I think the handle might have fallen off when the door first closed, making it seem like that was the main issue at first. But this was 20+ years ago, & I'm working off mostly secondhand info for the event itself since only my sister was in the room at the time, & I was asked to stay out of the way whilst my parents sorted things out).

After that, not only did our doors not have locks, they didn't even have latches! My mum removed all the old handles & latches, & replaced them (eventually - several of the doors just had small finger-sized holes in them for a while, since we were still decorating, & it was easier than putting them on & off & on again) with basic doorknobs (that do turn, but aren't attached to any latches). We found this pefectly functional, & didn't bother installing any latches in the new part of the house when we had the extension done.

And since the context of the poll was about privacy:

1. All the bathroom & toilet doors did have (& keep) fully functioning locks that worked independantly of their latches (or lack thereof).

2. We were allowed to keep our doors closed. We simply made use of doorstops/wedges to do so. My parents are very good at respecting our privacy (& expected us to respect theirs in turn).

I didn't really think of them as 'locks', since they were serving the same purpose as the absent latches, but given that on days I was craving privacy I used to jam them in extra hard so the door couldn't be opened even if someone tried (not that they would have if I didn't want them to, but sometimes you just want that extra level of reassurance) I guess they did also double as pseudo-locks. (Which possibly actually means my response should've been a yes...)

[handymanproservices]

Toilet Replacement FAQs: Answers to Your Burning Questions

Are you considering replacing your toilet but have a multitude of questions swirling in your mind? Fear not! In this comprehensive guide, we'll address the most common FAQs about toilet replacement, providing you with clarity and confidence for your bathroom upgrade.

When should I replace my toilet?

If your toilet constantly requires repairs, has cracks or leaks, or is outdated in terms of water efficiency, it's likely time for a replacement. Additionally, if you're renovating your bathroom and want a fresh look, replacing the toilet is a smart move.

What types of toilets are available?

There are various types, including standard two-piece toilets, one-piece toilets for easier cleaning, wall-hung toilets that save space, and smart toilets with advanced features like bidets and heated seats.

How do I choose the right toilet for my bathroom?

Consider factors such as bowl shape (round or elongated), flushing mechanism (gravity-fed or pressure-assisted), water usage (standard or low-flow), and design aesthetics that complement your bathroom style.

Can I replace my toilet myself, or do I need a professional?

While DIY toilet replacement is possible for those with plumbing experience, it's recommended to hire a professional for a seamless installation, ensuring proper connections and minimizing potential issues.

What is the average cost of toilet replacement?

Costs vary based on factors like toilet type, brand, installation complexity, and local labor rates. On average, expect to invest between $200 to $800 for the toilet itself, with installation costs ranging from $150 to $300.

How long does toilet replacement take?

Professional installation typically takes a few hours, depending on the complexity of the job. DIY installations may take longer, especially for those less familiar with plumbing tasks.

What maintenance does a new toilet require?

Regular cleaning and occasional checks for leaks or running water are essential. Avoid using harsh chemicals that can damage internal components, and promptly address any issues to prevent further damage.

Can a new toilet increase my home's value?

Yes, a modern, efficient, and aesthetically pleasing toilet can enhance your bathroom's appeal, potentially increasing your home's overall value and attractiveness to buyers.

Armed with answers to these FAQs, you're ready to embark on your toilet replacement journey with confidence. Remember to prioritize quality, functionality, and efficiency to enjoy a comfortable and stylish bathroom for years to come. Happy upgrading!

[sakuraswordly]

Watanuki: Also People*makes fun of users who don’t recognise fake/prank news articles**makes fun of users who can’t spot sarcasm in writing**makes fun of users with ‘cringey’ interests**makes fun of users who write or phrase things oddly**makes fun of users who treat jokes seriously**makes fun users who post obsessively about the same thing**makes fun of users for the exact same autistic traits autistic people are bullied for offline all the time* Source:

Shadow: It's kinda fun actually. Especially makes fun of users who can’t spot sarcasm in writing and makes fun of users with ‘cringe’ interests like you, Watanuki.

Watanuki: HEY!!

Amy: Nice one, Shadow!

Amity: Yeah and Tragically, none of us involved. So to find out why that happened.....

Luz: We have to sift through ancient texts like you and Rose do at the end of a relationship.

Domeki: Yeah. Make sense.

Rose: Nice one, Luz.

Watanuki: What kind of joke is this?!

Domeki & Rose & Luz & Amity: The truth of the society!

Watanuki: That's not to do anything to connect with April Fool's Day!!

Akito: You are in charge of this department.

Watanuki: When I AM in CHARGE?!

Coco: Studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than having a loaded gun. That's why I own 10 guns, in case some maniac tries to sneak in a ladder.

Eva: From Grunkle Stan, right?

Coco: Yeah. Is keeping a ladder in the house more dangerous than a loaded gun?

Eva: You can do everything right and still be injured or killed in a fall from a stepladder, but most accidents with guns arise from negligence, from not paying proper attention to the rules. A stepladder. You will use it more often, and there are no safety mechanisms, so it will lead to many more injuries than a gun.

Neil: But researchers have found repeatedly that a gun in the house makes people more likely to be murdered, not less. “People living in homes with firearms have higher risks for dying by homicide,” according to a 2022 study in the Annals of Internal Medicine!

Shadow: I didn't see anything wrong with guns in the house even Rouge and Omega didn't care about that.

Ermelinda: So if a magic wand is illegal like guns, people living in homes with firearms have higher risks for dying by homicide. Honestly, I probably would have gone myself if it weren't for the demon-possessed "gun" plague that roams Camelot's rural side.

Watanuki & Neil: That's a harsh joke!!

Amy: I don't think in this group we can play jokes on Watanuki's birthday day.

Coco: PRANKS and practical jokes are common on April Fools’ Day, which is celebrated on that day. It’s a time when people enjoy playing amusing practical jokes on their friends and loved ones. Even though it was intended to be a harmless joke, things can occasionally go wrong and have negative effects especially when major corporations are involved or jokes are broadcasted on television, radio, and social media.

Eva: April Fools pranks that flopped (thesun.my)

"My photography is a reflection, which comes to life in action and leads to meditation. Spontaneity – the suspended moment – intervenes during action, in the viewfinder"

Amy: This topic is more interesting than April Fool's Day jokes.

Shadow: Nice one, Amy.

Neil: Hey! April Fools' Day is often celebrated with harmless pranks and jokes that can bring laughter and joy to those involved. Here are some ideas for April Fools' Day pranks that are light-hearted and fun! Like Computer Pranks, Frozen Breakfast Surprise, Unexpected Alarm Clock, Replace Toilet Paper---Ouch!!

Eva: You shut up.

Mokona(Black): Born a photographer, Abbas was an Iranian transplanted to Paris. He dedicated himself to documenting the political and social life of societies in conflict. In a career that spanned six decades, he covered wars and revolutions in Biafra, Bangladesh, Northern Ireland, Vietnam, the Middle East, Chile, Cuba, and South Africa during apartheid. He also documented life in Mexico over several years, and pursued a lifelong interest in religion and its intersection with society. Source

Sync: Hey kid. While April Fools' Day pranks can be fun and harmless, it's crucial to avoid pranks that could potentially cause harm, distress, or damage. Here are some examples of April Fools' Day pranks that are generally considered in poor taste or could have negative consequences.

Watanuki: Why does everyone think that 1 April is a bad day!!?

Rose: I mean they are right? I didn't see anything wrong with that. Everyone has been through a tough life in this group.

Watanuki: That's not the point!

Rose: Oh. It's not?

Neil: It's not?

Watanuki: Neil shut up!!

Leila: Why are we talking about these jokes when we can walk about it?

Everyone: ............!!

Rose: Oh riggggghhhhhhtttttt....

Domeki: Sphere airship still flying.....

Akito: You people technically forgot that we are Team Sphere, the Merchants that travel all around the world and dimensions, right?

Luz: Yeah and we're kinda stuck in this airship because of Watanuki.

Watauki: Wait a minute.....you guys already knew and watching me this whole time?

Neil: Who knows?

Eva: Who knows?

Rose: Watanuki. You’ll break something in your frenzy.

Watanuki: Huh? What does that joke mean?!

Domeki: It's mean You idiot.

Coco: You knew what we meant, right?

Sync: Happy April Fool's Day, you idiot.

Watanuki: So that means you guys talking like don't get it about my jokes or April Fool's Day because...

Ermelinda: Happy April Fool's Day, you idiot. Also, we want You to break something in your frenzy.

Akito: You still don't get it?

Watanuki: You really are watching!!

Rose: Ha ha ha*whisper*

Leila: He finally got it.

Shadow: I can tell without watching, you know.

Mokona(Black): Because you always move funny!

Akito: Whether you’re cooking

Leila: Even angry

Amy: or in a frenzy.

Domeki: Bullseye.

Watanuki: What did you say?!! 

Ermelinda: So even in the time of bath 

Amity: Took for your clothes to dry 

Luz: You couldn’t figure it out, huh?

Watanuki: Why everyone is so mean to me......

Everyone: Because that's who you are, Watanuki! Happy Birthday!

Mokona(Black): It's a life of always being caught up.

Neil: It's a life of being asked to do things!

Watanuki: Even when Yuko-San was here.....she also treated me like this...I don't know whether to be happy or cry....

Luz: Just crying then......*make Cat expression*

Rose: Be strong little Watanuki.

Sync: Like I said April Fools' Day pranks can be fun and harmless, it's crucial to avoid pranks that could potentially cause harm, distress, or damage. Here are some examples of April Fools' Day pranks that are generally considered in poor taste or could have negative consequences.

Watanuki: That's a PRANK?!

[henry20brown]

From Drips to Flush Fiascos: A Plumber's Toolbox for Toilet Repair

When it comes to household inconveniences, few things can be as distressing as a malfunctioning toilet. Whether it's a persistent drip, a clog that refuses to budge, or a flush that seems to have gone on vacation, having a reliable plumber for toilet repair is essential. In this blog, we'll explore the common toilet troubles that may prompt you to exclaim, "I need a plumber to fix my toilet!" and discuss the toolkit that plumbers use to address these issues effectively.

1. Identifying the Culprit:

Before summoning a plumber for toilet repair, it's helpful to pinpoint the problem. Common issues include leaks, clogs, weak flushes, and mysterious sounds emanating from the tank. Knowing the symptoms will aid your plumber in quickly diagnosing and addressing the root cause.

2. Leaks and Drips – A Plumber's Detective Work:

Leaky toilets are not only annoying but can also lead to water wastage and increased bills. A skilled plumber for toilet repair will carefully inspect the tank, bowl, and connections to identify the source of the leak. It might be a faulty flapper, a damaged fill valve, or a loose connection that needs tightening. Once identified, your plumber will utilize their toolkit to replace or repair the necessary components.

3. Clogs – Unblocking the Obstruction:

Stubborn clogs often require more than a plunger. A professional toilet plumber near you will have an arsenal of tools, including augers and snakes, designed to navigate through pipes and dislodge blockages. They can also utilize video inspection tools to identify the location and nature of the obstruction, ensuring a thorough and effective resolution.

4. Weak Flush – Pumping Up the Power:

A weak flush can be frustrating, especially when it feels like your toilet is barely doing its job. Plumbers for toilet repair have the expertise to assess the flush mechanism, including the flush valve and the water level in the tank. Adjustments or replacements to these components can restore your toilet's flushing power, preventing recurrent issues.

5. Replacing Old Components – Upgrading for Efficiency:

Sometimes, the best solution is a complete overhaul of outdated or malfunctioning components. Plumbers equipped with the right tools can efficiently replace fill valves, flappers, and flush valves, ensuring that your toilet operates at peak efficiency. This not only resolves existing problems but also helps prevent future issues, saving you both time and money.

Conclusion:

When faced with toilet troubles that leave you exclaiming, "I need a plumber to fix my toilet," it's reassuring to know that professional help is just a call away. Plumbers for toilet repair possess the knowledge, experience, and a well-equipped toolbox to tackle a variety of issues efficiently. From detecting leaks to addressing clogs and enhancing flush performance, a skilled plumber can transform your toilet from a source of frustration to a smoothly operating fixture in your home. So, the next time you encounter a toilet fiasco, don't hesitate to reach out to a reliable toilet plumber near you to restore order to your bathroom.

[glitterymarshmellowfem]

Was it a dream that your live-in nurse, there to help you recover from your skiing accident, after fixing your meals and bathing you as you were totally incapacitated, was in your bed smoking and crawling up your legs to your crotch, b/c after washing your smallish cock in the bathtub, intended to play with it. She started by sucking your heavy balls, and licking your cock, but stopped b4 you came. The next morning you had a morning woody, that ached, but b/c of your multiple arm and hand fractures you couldn't masturbate so you ached until it passed.

Jennifer was the most beautiful nurse you had ever seen and she was strong for a female. But she used the mechanical lift that got you out of bed and into the bathtub. She carefully bathed you and covered your body in special cream that kept you from getting bedsores. She dressed you in satin pajamas that felt good in bed. She took you back to bed and brushed your shoulder length hair. Then she fed you breakfast and gave you your meds to help you heal. Two of them were injections of plasma rich proteins that would help your bones heel. Throughout the day you watched TV and she said: "Jack, I have two mystery movies for you to watch, let's play a game, you choose number one or number two and you chose number two and it was a rom-con; not your favorite but you didn't complain b/c you thought she would like it. After the movie and b4 lunch you needed to use the restroom. She used the the lift to carry you to the restroom. She stayed in the room while you did your number 2. Then she came in and wiped you got you back in you pjs and back in front of the TV for lunch. During lunch you asked her if there was a better way for you to use the bathroom that wasn't so demeaning. She said she would think of it, but she couldn't leave you alone to prevent you from falling. After lunch and more meds you watched another movie, but your choice was another rom-con. This one kept your attention better than the first. Your doctor insisted you take an afternoon nap to help the healing process. You were tired so you thought it was a good idea. She brushed your hair, which seem to be longer, but you didn't care as she hummed a nice lullaby as you fell asleep in her arms.

When you woke up it was time for dinner. Again she fed you and gave you your meds and nighttime injections. She brushed your teeth and you noticed how you didn't have any beard growing, which you thought was good b/c she wouldn't have to shave you. Then she read you a nice picture book story that was interesting. By the time it was bedtime, you were again sleepy and she explained how you wouldn't have to use the bathroom. She put a really nice looking diaper on you. You were so tired you didn't complain. She took you in her arms and was able to get her arm all the way around you, b4 she couldn't. You had the same dream as b4 but, this time Jennifer changed your diaper, cleaned you off, but this time when she rubbed your cock, you didn't get hard and really didn't miss it. And went right back asleep.

The next morning she woke you up and said: Jackie, sleepy head, time to get up. She changed your diaper, but didn't replace it took off your pj's and carefully lifted you out of bed to the bathtub. You thought how mommy was getting stronger. She placed you in the tub and you thought there's so much more water in the tub today, and it was nice smelling bubble bath. Mommy knew how you liked playing in a bubble bath. She washed you and lifted you up to wash your tiny pee pee and pouffy butt. She washed your longer hair and then lifted you out of the tub and said how smooth and soft your skin was. B/c you have no body hair you dry faster. Then she placed you on the toilet, and while your longer hair was wet, she styled your it, with soft curls and adorable bangs. When she finished she had you look in the mirror and you said you liked your hairstyle and you gave mommy a thank you kiss. Then she said bend over for your shots. One in each butt cheek. She said: "Jackie, mommy is sooo proud of you, you didn't even cry." Then she carried you to your bedroom and slipped an adorable pink short dress on you and your pink diaper with flying unicorns. She sat you down in your high chair, which was good you thought cause your mouth would not even reach the table if you were in the adult chairs.

After breakfast she carried you to the couch and gave you a doll to keep you company while you both watched cartoons and Sesame Street, when you worked on your numbers. You showed her how well you could do and she said: "Jackie, you are such a smart little girl, you can already count to five. When you start kindergarten next year, I'm sure your teacher will send you home with a note and a gold start saying: "Ms. Dawson, your daughter Jackie, is one of the smartest girls in class."

After TV and lunch you complained of cramps in your tummy, so mommy took you to bed, took off your dress and diaper and cleaned you well. It took longer cause she had to clean inside your tight little slit. She said: "Jackie you really need to keep your vagina really clean like mommy is doing. While cleaning you'll feel that little nubby thing and that is your clitty and that will in the future feel real good when you clean it. And I think you are an old enough young lady, you don't need diapers. We'll go to the bathroom together, and while you pee from your pussy, I'll touch-up my makeup, then I can watch you clean yourself well. For right now, let's put on some of the softening cream that will keep you so soft and feminine. Do you like it when I rub it on your nips? Pretty soon, sweet thing, they will grow and you'll have to wear a training bra just like a bra that mommy wears. How soon? Soon baby girl.