#screw piles Sydney

[screwpilingnewcastle]

When is Bored Piling Used?

Discover the applications and benefits of bored piling in construction. This informative guide explores when to use bored piling, its advantages in challenging soil conditions, urban settings, and renovation projects. Learn how this technique provides strong, efficient foundations for various building needs. 

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How Can Residential Piling Contractors In Sydney Ensure A Strong Foundation For Your Home?

When building or renovating a home, the foundation is the most important part of the construction process. If the foundation isn’t solid, the entire structure is at risk. In Sydney, where soil conditions can be unpredictable, hiring experienced residential piling contractors is critical for ensuring that your home has the strong foundation it needs. These experts have the knowledge, skills, and tools necessary to create a stable base that will support your home for years to come. Let’s take a look at how residential piling contractors in Sydney can ensure your home is built on a secure foundation.

Assessing Soil Conditions and Selecting the Right Piling Method

Sydney’s soil varies across different suburbs, meaning that each home construction project may require a unique piling solution. Residential piling contractors are well-versed in the local soil conditions and can carry out geotechnical surveys to determine the best approach.

By assessing factors such as soil type, moisture levels, and load-bearing capacity, they will recommend the ideal piling method—whether it’s bored piles, screw piles, or mini piles. This ensures that the foundation can bear the weight of your home without risk of settlement or movement.

Customised Piling Solutions for Residential Homes

Every home is unique, and so is its foundation. Residential piling contractors in Sydney understand the importance of tailoring the piling solution to the specific needs of your property. They can offer customised solutions based on the design of your home, the surrounding environment, and your long-term goals. Whether you’re building a single-story house or a multi-level home, they can adapt their approach to ensure the foundation is both strong and stable.

Preventing Foundation Problems with Early Intervention

Many foundation problems are caused by poor planning or inadequate site preparation. Residential piling contractors prevent these issues by conducting thorough soil analysis and using the best piling techniques from the outset. This early intervention prevents common problems such as subsidence, water pooling, and cracking, which can result from improper foundation work.

Ensuring Long-Term Durability

The foundation is the base that supports the entire home. If it’s compromised, the rest of the structure is at risk. Residential piling contractors in Sydney use durable materials like reinforced concrete, steel, and timber piles to create a foundation that can withstand the test of time. They also take into account factors like water tables, soil erosion, and seismic activity, ensuring the foundation remains stable throughout the years.

Faster and More Efficient Construction

Residential piling contractors specialise in foundation work, meaning they are highly efficient at what they do. With the right tools and equipment, they can complete the piling process quickly, reducing the overall construction timeline. This allows you to move forward with the rest of your build without unnecessary delays.

Conclusion

A strong foundation is the cornerstone of any home, and hiring experienced residential piling contractors in Sydney is essential for ensuring that your house is built on a secure base. Their expertise in soil conditions, customised solutions, and use of durable materials means that your home will be safe, stable, and long-lasting. Don’t overlook the importance of your home’s foundation—invest in professional piling services to ensure your project’s success.

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Knowledge about specific things you should have before appointing a piling contractor in Sydney

In cities like Sydney, various kinds of construction work take place. For landscaping and construction works, piling is a standard process. It ensures the safety and a base for further construction. It can be not easy to choose the right piling contractors in Sydney. However, if you know how to focus on your priorities, you will make the right decision to ensure a risk-free construction. 

Selecting the right expert will ensure the quality of the job and the dependable structure for your construction. With technological advancements over time, screw piling in Sydney has become extremely common. You will be able to find structural engineers to suggest suitable options for piling. 

Knowing strategy

If you know the execution of the process, you will be able to discuss the work in detail with piling contractors in Sydney. They will explain suitable options for your requirement to you while you can raise queries as they arrive. It will allow you to have a clear idea about the work process. This will make you a step ahead while shortlisting the experts. 

Irrespective of your knowledge, you can ask the piling contractors in Sydney to give you an idea about their work and the steps they will be taking. Remember, you must ask questions when something is unclear to you. This works when you do not have a clear idea or are confused about the topic. 

Knowledge of the purpose 

If you have an idea about why you will need screw piling in the Sydney construction site or if any other type would be suitable, this will save your time. Any of the piling contractors from Sydney will advise you on what kind of piling you should be using. However, it will help you explain to them the purpose for what you will need piling. 

In some instances, they will suggest you screw piling in Sydney. You can trust their judgement; however, getting an idea about the work required to get the desired results is essential. Make sure to learn about the purpose of the work before you search for a piling contractor in Sydney. 

Comparison

Comparing your options will always be helpful. You will get ideas about the estimated budget and even the time required to get the job done. Ask for estimations in terms of charges and duration required. Compare the contractors based on their experience, expertise, costs and time needed to complete the task.

Shortlist your top three options and discuss your concerns with them and a background check for them and evaluate their previous works. Then select one contractor. Comparisons will give you insights to make better decisions. 

Licencing

Piling is a high risk- technical job. It requires licencing to get certified as a piling contractor. While selecting your piling contractor in Sydney, be sure to check their licencing. It will ensure you about quality of work and transparency of their business.

Experience 

Expertise comes from experience. Evaluate the knowledge of the contractors before shortlisting piling contractors in Sydney. their suggestions and their reliability will change according to their expertise. 

We’re not saying every new contractor is terrible; however, if a piling contractor is old in the business, they have handled numerous situations like yours. This provides them with the confidence to deliver the required work in a stipulated duration. It will also give them the expertise to handle mishaps and problems that will arise during labour.

Understand the requirements of the work. Discussions with multiple piling contractors in Sydney will give you a clear idea of handling the situation. Also, if you go for a bit of background research on both work and experts available to do the job, it will help you make a rational decision.

[edensexcavations]

How to Find the Best Piling Contractors

If you are planning to build a house, you should consider hiring piling contractors in Melbourne. However, you may be confused as to what to do in the process. Here are a few tips to help you find the right contractor. You should check the experience of specific companies. Make sure you eliminate those that don't have enough experience. You can also use the internet to research and read reviews. After all, you'll want to know what other people think of the services.

Ask for recommendations from people who have been in the construction business. Your friends or family members may have experience with a piling company. If they say that your pilings look good, you can trust them. But, before you hire any piling contractor, you must first check out their portfolio and testimonials. Always remember that a piling contractor should offer free quotes to prospective customers, and they should be willing to discuss your project with you.

Ask for references from people who have had pilings installed by a certain company. This is especially important if you're hiring someone for the first time. You don't want to end up with a pile contractor who didn't deliver what you asked for. Besides, you should ask about the company's accreditations. Ideally, you should find one that has the requisite accreditations from reputable organizations.

Visit https://www.edensexcavations.com.au/

[necros-writing-stuff]

Sydney fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you closer and forcing more of his cock down your throat. Having anything in your throat would make it hard to breath, but Sydney being so well endowed didn't help. But the way he shook, breath hitching and stumbling over his words when he spoke made the burn in your lungs so worth it.

Once the other student walked away, Sydney took full control. His hands cradled the sides of your head, but firmly kept you in place. You knew what was coming and braced for it, screwing your eyes shut and gripping his thighs for support. He had a habit of losing himself to the feeling of being inside you. At least he did ever since your first trip to the prayer room.

The first snap of his hips always made you gag. He was too big, went too far in and was too rough. His excitement was adorable, and the way he bit his lip to stifle his moans had you soaking through your panties. Your nose was burried in his pubic hair before he pulled back, then made you take all of him again. He tried to set a rhythm, but it was quickly lost. The grip he had on your head tightened.

"Fffuuuuck-!" He moaned loudly as the brutal throat fucking came to an end. An obscene amount of cum spilled down your throat, threatening to drown you. Thankfully, Sydney pulled out before that could happen. You swallowed what you could and used your hands to catch the rest. He watched through heavy lidded eyes as you licked his seed from your fingers. Distantly, you hoped the library was empty.

You tucked Sydney back into his pants, careful to not over stimulate him. He then pulled you from under the counter and into a needy kiss, tasting himself on your lips. When you finally parted, a trail of semen and saliva connected your tongues. He had the sense to use a tissue to clean you both up. You pecked his cheek and were about to leave for your history class when you heard someone shout.

"Sydney!" Sirrius was fast approaching, a disappointed look on his face. The younger man started at the tone in his father's voice, then did a double take the tone in his presence. Shocked, he frantically looked between you and Sirrius.

"I thought I raised you better than this." Sydney stumbled over his words, failing to put together a coherent sentence. He was on the verge of tears when Sirrius grabbed your arm and manhandled you onto the counter so that you face his son. You both froze when the older man parted your thighs.

"A good lover returns the favor, Sydney." Sirrius tsked. Again, your boyfriend looked between you and his father. When it was clear he intended to stay for the act, Sydney swallowed hard.

"I- I've never-" He began.

"Never?!" Sirrius sounded scandalized.

"Sydney! How many times have they gone down on you?" Your poor boyfriend was redder than a tomato, glasses fogging and gaping, failing to form words. You weren't fairing much better. Your boyfriend's father was telling him to eat you out. In public. With him watching. You jumped a little when you heard the chair move. Sydney was on his knees, his hands hesitantly stroking your calfs.

"Is this-" He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.

"Is this alright?" Sydney asked, looking up at you. It took you a second to register the question, but when you did, you gave him your consent.

"Good." Sirrius spoke behind you.

"I'm sure they're plenty warmed up from before, so go ahead and get started." The older man spoke with the same cadence he did in the class room.

With trembling hands, Sydney began stripping your lower half. You weren't sure if it was because you had an audience, or if because that audience was his father, but he moved with much less gusto than usual. Normally, he couldn't wait to get you out of your clothes; often ripping them in his excitement to get inside you. But he carefully removed your underwear, folding it and putting it in a pile with your school skirt, and shoes.

Once your sopping entrance was laid bare before him, you noticed a shift in him. The embarrassment and hesitancy were gone, replaced by the confidant need you were used to. He stared hungrily at your sex, eyes flickering to your flushed and embarrassed expression before flicking his tongue over your bud. Your whole body jolted from the sudden stimulation, but you were kept firmly in place by Sirius, your back to his chest.

Sydney refused to break eye contact as he began the process of figuring out how to best please you with his mouth. Licking, kissing and sucking various spots to gauge your reactions. His hands crept back up your legs, encouraging you to rest them over his shoulders; his head caged between your thighs.

"Don't be afraid to use your fingers, Sydney. You want to make them feel as good as they make you do, don't you?" Sirrius instructed and Sydney listened, prodding at your hole while he lapped at your sex. You let out a pathetic whimper, your hands tangled in his ruined ponytail and your legs locking around his neck. Sirius's hold kept you from curling in on yourself and suffocating his son. Then again, the pleased hum Sydney gave you made you think he'd like that.

Or it would if you could think about anything other than his fingers pushing into you and his lips on your clit. Sydney was a much faster learner than you gave him credit for. He quickly found the spot that made you see stars and set about abusing it. The noises you made were erotic. Soft, breathy sighs and pitched, breathless moans. You writhed in Sirius's grasp, humping against Sydney's face and hand as you got closer and closer. A lewd moan from your boyfriend against your sex, mixed with him pressing two fingers knuckle deep into you had your body trembling, a whorish cry leaving your lips as your orgasm hit you.

"Oh, fuck." Sydney groaned, licking your juices from his face.

"Very good. You should always ensure your partner enjoy themselves as much as you do." Sirius hummed, unabashedly proud of his son. You weren't entirely sure what for. Getting you off? Not being such a prude? Your teacher held you as you came down from your high and Sydney redressed you. When he stood, you noticed how uncomfortable moving was for him. A tent obvious in his pants.

Once his father let you go and bid the both of you goodbye, Sydney dragged you from the school, practically carrying you with how weak your legs were, in the direction of the temple. Were it not for his concern for your purity, he would have gladly deflowered you both while his father held you. But the punishment for breaking your vow was harsh, and he refused to let you endure that.

Sydney couldn't wait until you were married and he could fuck you where and whenever he wanted. The beach, the school, the park, anywhere he could get you relatively alone. A shiver ran up his spine thinking about having his father hold you down on your wedding night while he pumped load after load of his virile seed into your hot, tight little pussy. Watching as he had you over and over again until he was sure it would fucking take. He bit back a groan.

For now the prayer room would have to do. It was the only place he could ravage you without consequence. Sydney loved you so much it hurt him. It bordered on obsession at times, he was sure. But he couldn't help it. You tainted him, and he was going to taint you back. He needed to be inside you, to be with you in mind, body and soul; now and forever.

As one.

(- anon 🚩 Corrupt!Sydney makes so many of my kinks go brrrrrr)

Sirris holding you down while Sydney eats you out oh fuck 🚩 your mind is so huge.

Stop making me simp for Sydney goddamn it!

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Bonding Exercise - Chapter 2

DT 17 Fanfiction

Summary: Scrooge is sick of Della and Launchpad fighting over the Sunchaser, which is costing him money, so he sends them on a 40 hour flight and orders them to sort out their differences.

Chapter 1

***

Scrooge was right. The flight was too long. Having someone to help share the flying sounded like a good idea, but by the time they arrived in Sydney, Della would have happily risked falling asleep at the controls. She finished the power-down checks and then glared across at Launchpad, where he sat in the copilot's seat. "You going to fuel her up, or do I have to do it?"

Launchpad glanced up from his phone and blinked. "Huh?"

"Never mind. I'll do it." Della could just see them taking off and trailing an entire fuel truck behind them.

Launchpad didn't even offer to do it himself, argue or apologise; he just shrugged and went back to playing with his phone. Seriously?

Della stomped off to arrange for the fuel and left Launchpad hunched over in the copilot's seat.

"Complain about never getting to fly. Then spend half the time playing on your phone… what is your deal this week?" Della waited, tapping her foot, as the mechanic chugged fuel into the Cloudslasher. The metal ring of her fake leg on the concrete seemed to unsettle him; he kept glancing her way warily.

By now, she was sure a few hours together, no matter how much they dragged on, would not fix her and LP's issues. And Launchpad didn't seem keen on cooperating. He'd been more interested in his phone. If it had just been Scrooge complaining about a few cents here and there, it wouldn't have irritated her so much. But they'd upset Dewey as well, and she knew Launchpad cared about her son. He could at least try to have a conversation with her. As frustrating as that sometimes was, it would at least mean he was trying too. They'd never patch things up if it was just her doing all the work.

Della's gaze fell on the gauge on the side of the mechanic's truck, and in her flustered state, it took her a few seconds to comprehend the reading and connect it to Scrooge's words earlier. "Hey, slow down, don't overfill her." She jabbed a finger at the rapidly climbing gauge. She could at least get one of Scrooge's instructions right and not get ripped off buying more fuel than they needed to make it home.

The mechanic raised an eyebrow as he looked between Della and the fuel truck. "You sure���"

"Um, yeah. I know how much fuel my aeroplane takes."

The mechanic shrugged his shaggy shoulders and got back into the truck. Well, at least some idiots wouldn't waste their time arguing with her.

Della climbed back into the Cloudslasher's belly and shut the bay door. "Right, we're refuelled, and… are you still playing on that thing? Better send whatever the heck you've been spending so long on. Once we start heading out towards Scrooge's sheep station, you're not going to have any reception."

"Um, yeah, okay."

Della prepared the Cloudslasher for takeoff. Then slammed the throttle full on. They were both thrown back into their seats, and Della couldn't help but smirk as Launchpad yelped and his phone skittered across the floor.

***

As they approached Scrooge's sheep station, Launchpad was at the controls. Della shuffled over to stand behind his chair and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"We're nearly there," Launchpad muttered. By this point, he sounded more tired than irritated.

Della was pretty sure they were both over it. If anything, whether they worked their issues out or not, they'd plain just be sick of bickering. "Good."

"You'd better land her. You don't want me screwing it up."

Della rolled her eyes. Then she squinted out the windshield. "Wait, what the heck is that?" Ahead of them, a red wall of cloud reared up. Its edges churned, and faint flickers of lightning played at its interior.

"Sunchaser, come in," the radio squawked.

Della's eyes narrowed. Launchpad reached for the radio, but Della leaned over his shoulder and snatched up the handset before he could get to it. "This is the CLOUDSLASHER. We read you…

The radio crackled. "Wait, who? We're trying to contact the McDuck plane…"

"Yes, this is the McDuck plane which is, and always will be, called the Cloudslasher. We… what the heck is going on down there?"

"Dust storm, mate. You won't be able to land. You can go into a holding pattern; she should clear soon. Or you could head back…"

Della groaned. "We can't circle up here for hours!"

"Hey, up to you."

"It'll take twice as long to fly all the way out here again if we go back," said Launchpad.

He had a point, and it was the first helpful thing he'd said all trip. Here for a couple hours. Or adding on a whole pile more, including another landing to try fumble their way through together. "We just refuelled; we'll be fine. We'll hold up here. Let us know when it's safe to land? Please."

"Roger. Sheep station out."

Della slumped into the copilot's seat. "Great. More bonding."

Launchpad glanced across at her. "I don't like fighting with you, you know. Even if it wasn't upsetting Mr McDee. And Dewey, but…. I guess that's kind of important."

Dewey. Della sagged back in the seat and let out a tired sigh. Something, someone, they could agree on. Finally, it seemed Launchpad was ready to talk to her. "Yeah. I suppose we could just pretend, right?" she said. "For Dewey's sake? We don't have to be best buds. Just not fight like we did in front of him in the hanger."

They sat quietly for a moment. And then, or all the things Launchpad could've done, he once again pulled out his phone and started tapping away at the screen. Della's eyes narrowed. They'd actually been talking sensibly about Dewey. It was an important topic for both of them and the stupid phone… "There is no reception out here, Launchpad. But you know that, don't you? I get the message, alright? You're not interested in making this work. And I understand if you've got a problem with me; I know I've been harassing you about the plane, and I'm sorry, alright. But what about Dewey? You're supposed to be his best friend."

That brought Launchpad's gaze snapping up to meet hers. "I am his best friend!"

"So what, you've not been trying to ignore me for the entire trip? What's so important on that stupid phone; you got a new girlfriend or something?"

"Mind your own business." Launchpad hefted himself out of the chair and moved over to lean on the railing. The glow of his phone illuminated his creased brow and the darkened cargo bay behind them.

Della took over the controls. "You know," she said through gritted teeth. "You pretend like you’re everybody's friend, but you really don't seem like you want to put in the effort when things get a little tough."

Launchpad ignored her.

***

Three hours later, and Launchpad was still ignoring her. At this point, it was probably for the best. Della couldn't imagine anything he could've said to her that wouldn't result in an argument. He'd ditched the phone, maybe he'd run out of things to do on it without reception, but that hadn't stopped him making it clear he did not want to talk. Now, he had his notebook out on his lap. He sat in the copilot's chair, scribbling and crossing out what he'd written again and again.

Della called the station. Their reply was garbled and crackling, and the storm still showed no signs of clearing. They were probably getting sick of hearing her voice. She hung up the handset and flopped back into her seat. "Maybe we should have just flown back."

Launchpad looked up, pencil hovering over his paper. "Huh? What, you're blaming me?"

Della sighed. "No." She'd call him on ignoring her, but there was no point snapping at him for something she was as much to blame for. "We both made that decision. At least we have plenty of fuel."

Launchpad scowled at his notebook, then flipped it shut and tossed it up onto the console.

It wasn't just her he seemed irritated at, Della realised. Maybe she'd been wrong. Maybe his distraction wasn't intentionally directed at her. "What are you writing anyway?" she asked tentatively. She'd try, just one more time. Both to give Launchpad another chance, but primarily for her son. "Darkwing fanfiction?" It was the only thing Della could think of off the top of her head. But why hadn't she thought of this before? Even if Launchpad was trying to ignore her, she was sure he couldn't resist talking about Darkwing Duck. And Della didn't care squat about it, so she'd have no reason to fight with him over it.

"No, I… never mind." Launchpad got up and looked over her shoulder at the console.

Not the reaction she'd expected. At least he hadn't walked away from her, but Della did not appreciate him hovering. "You know what, this is getting boring. It's your turn. "She grabbed Launchpad's sleeve as she stood up and wrested him in the direction of the seat.

Launchpad gave in and sat down, taking the control yoke in his big hands. Then he closed his eyes and frowned.

"What are you doing now? Don't fly with your eyes closed!"

Launchpad's eyes shot open, and he got up and pushed past her. "I'm going to check the fuel."

"The gauge is is right there! It's…" Della frowned "… still full?"

"She feels a bit light."

Della sat down and tapped the gauge. "Launchpad, did you glue the needle in here?" Out of all the annoying things he'd done today, somehow, this wasn't so bad. She just didn't understand why he did some of the things he did. At least she'd put in the fuel herself. If she'd let Launchpad do it, she'd be real worried right now.

"Felt a bit light…" Launchpad climbed down the ladder to the cargo bay and paused above the fuel tank. He opened a panel in the floor, which shouldn't have opened, but he'd probably modified it so he could easily access the fuel tank. Instead of, you know, simply using the gauge which was right there on the console.

Della punched the gauge, not hard enough to break it, but just give it a really good whack. The needle jerked itself free and dropped. She waited for it to settle. They were probably still above three quarters, at a guess. The needle stayed almost smack down on empty. Maybe that's why he'd glued it; it was broken. Unless she'd just broken it, but Launchpad couldn't really blame her after he'd glued the thing. She leaned over the railing. "Launchpad, why did you put glue in the gauges?"

Launchpad popped his head out of the hatch. "How much fuel did you put in?"

"Why'd you glue the stupid needle in the fuel gauge? Now it's broken! At least I know how much I put in, and she should still be nearly full…"

"The tank's nearly empty. I mean, we've still got a bit, but if that storm doesn't clear like now we'll have to go back, and…"

"Good lord, no, we are not going back. And we don't need to…"

"We're nearly empty!"

Della's hands balled to fists at her side. "I know what I put in! We'd both know if you hadn't screwed with the gauge, why, why do you even…"

"Because it reads low!" Launchpad exploded. "And everyone always leans over my shoulder and says Launchpad we need fuel now, and I tell them she still feels right, and they just tell me Launchpad you don't know how to fly the plane! But I know what it feels like! I glued it so everyone would stop telling me how to fly my plane!"

"The Cloudslasher is mine! I know how much fuel I put in her; she's nearly full!"

Launchpad flung his hands at the hatch. "I know how a fuel tank works. That's how I can tell she's nearly empty."

"Urgh! You're as bad as the mechanic. I know how many gallons my own damn plane takes!"

"Liters."

"We're American, LP. I know how many gallons…" Della slowly lowered her arms. Back at the airport, she'd been in such a fluster. "Oh no."

"Nuh, but I think in Australia they use metric. It's weird. So the numbers on their stuff are different… or the fuel fills up a different space in the tank or something. So I normally just tell them to fill it up. It's less confusing."

Della put a hand to her forehead. "The fuel truck was reading litres. The mechanic put in way less fuel than I thought."

Launchpad's shoulders slumped. "Guess we got to go back."

"Yeah. So I'm stuck with you for even longer."

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice. You were the one who screwed up fueling the plane."

"I would've known if you hadn't messed with my gauges! Seriously? People wouldn't keep telling you you don't know how to read them or tell you you forgot fuel… if you weren't… if you weren't such a bad pilot. Why does Scrooge even employ you!?"

The aeroplane lurched. Della's eyes widened. "Who's flying the plane?"

"You're supposed to be! You're just as bad a pilot as I am, you know that, right? But at least no one's going to fire you because… at least you're actually part of the family!"

"Can we raincheck this?" Della ran back to the console, and Launchpad followed. Della slid into the pilot's seat, grabbed the yoke and steadied the plane. Outside was nothing but red. They were practically on the edge of the storm now, far closer than they'd been when Della had left the controls, and she wasn't sure how either they or the storm had moved so much. The engines whined, louder than usual. The dust couldn't be good for them.

Launchpad gripped the back of the pilot's chair. "I think we gotta put her down! She's getting sandblasted up here."

Della squinted through the windshield. "I know… I know… but I don't know where the ground is."

"You gotta feel it…"

"I would use the gauges, but someone put stickers all over them!"

"Decals! You don't need them."

The Cloudslasher bucked again. "Aw, fooey, we're going to crash." The ground could be inches below them, and they wouldn't know. Or centimetres. Because, you know, bloody metric.

Launchpad huffed. "Yeah, we're going to crash. Big deal. So we may as well do it properly. Now, move." He grabbed Della's shoulders, picked her right up out of the seat like she weighed nothing, and placed her to the side.

"Hey, don't you dare pick me up!"

Launchpad sat down and grabbed the yoke. And then he closed his eyes.

"What are you…"

"Shh."

Launchpad's chest heaved as he took in a deep breath, and then he stilled. Della wasn't sure, but maybe the aeroplane was a little steadier. Relatively speaking. Outside the windshield, red dust ebbed and flowed. And, Della thought she saw a shape. A serpentine form; a snake in the sky. Between the red dust, it seemed to glisten with a rainbow hue.

Della grabbed Launchpad's shoulder. "Um, LP? Maybe you should open your eyes."

"It's too distracting."

"But there's a…"

The impossible flying creature was suddenly upon them, a giant rainbow-coloured snake that slammed into the front of the plane. It dwarfed them. The storm roared, the snake hissed and bucked as it tried to tear itself free of the metal beast that had rammed it. It was like they'd collected an angry fluorescent anaconda on their jeep's windshield. But this completely engulfed the nose of an aeroplane with loops of muscle, scales, and sharp spines.

Launchpad's eyes shot open. "Wha…"

The snake hissed and whipped its body free. The harsh motion triggered the prominent spines along its back, and they shot free and pelted like a hailstorm of arrows towards the windshield.

"Launchpad, duck!" Della hit the deck. A dozen spines punched straight through the glass and slammed into the back of the cargo bay. "What the crap…" Della shot back to her feet. The giant airborne snake was gone. The windshield was punctured by a dozen holes like someone had peppered it with bullets, but thankfully, it had not shattered.

"Hey, Della? You're going to need to crash this for me. I… can't reach the yoke." Launchpad clutched his shoulder. One of the spines stuck out near his hand, and the other end had punctured straight through both him and the back of the pilot's chair.

"Oh shit, LP." Della shot to her feet and put her hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"

Launchpad winced, then took his hand away from the spine and swiped at the yoke. His shoulder seeped red around the spine and into his jacket. "It's okay… I can't really feel it. I just… can't reach. We're losing control again."

Heart pounding, Della moved in front of him and grasped the yoke. Just don't look. She had to concentrate on flying the plane. Landing in one piece was the first priority. But she couldn't read the instruments, and she couldn't see anything… and then she was going to have to deal with that spine in Launchpad's shoulder, and she wasn't even sure how bad it was, and…

Launchpad reached out and squeezed her arm. "Close your eyes. You don't have to keep 'em closed. It'll just give you a chance to feel what the... the Cloudslasher's doing. You can't see outside anyway."

"Okay…" Della closed her eyes. It was certainly less distracting. She tugged the yoke slightly up, lifting the nose of the plane.

"There you go…"

"What about the ground?"

"Hopefully, it's not red too."

Della squinted as she cautiously cracked open her eyes. She wasn't sure, but maybe the hue outside and below them looked darker. She tugged the nose up slightly. The plane let out a crunch of tortured metal, and the impact flung Della into the console.

***

Chapter 3

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( ☆  closed starter @boyiiish​

being a husband in their new home meant there was countless DIY activities piling up on an ever growing to-do list . thankfully , for sydney’s sake , fletcher was rather handy with his tools .. but that was when it came to toilets , not IKEA furniture which had honestly scrambled his brain into knots that would take hours to untangle afterwards , no doubt . strings of foreign curses could be heard throughout the apartment which was a general pointer that things perhaps weren’t going as planned , profanity at the realisation that he’d been screwing the incorrect side of a new dresser thanks to two pages being inconveniently stuck together with some strange substance he didn’t even want to think about . “ syd , “ he pleaded , enough to be heard from the other room to summon the tiny girl , “ can you come hold this steady for me ,  красивые . “ 

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

Aries

Things may be a bit confusing this week. It might be even more confusing than that night in college, with your bio teacher and that tank of nitrous oxide... Time to send the pay-off checks before you become a trending topic on Facebook again. 

Taurus

A sneeze will nearly cripple you on Monday. Then you'll throw out your back eating a taco on Tuesday. Wednesday will be your old Wrestling injury flaring up from the weather. Thursday… well, just don’t fix the trash compactor or the garbage disposal. And Friday… I’m in love. See? These Horrible Scopes are The Cure for everything! 

Gemini 

Something will slip out of your hand and break your foot tomorrow! Most likely it’ll either be a dumbbell while exercising or an aquarium tank. Either way you’re doing it wrong. Dumbbells should only be used as the counter-balances for your home-built trebuchet and that aquarium tank for growing your own fish for your Friday Fish Fry. Or just raise beavers.

Cancer 

You need a pet. Go ask someone to pet you. It’s OK, we won’t judge you. Hell, we could ALL use some contact time - like how a collection of cats will all just lie on each other and take a nap together. Remember, the kitten on top of the pile has all the power, because you can never disturb it once it’s on you. We humans know this rule, so do they. It’s the one universal constant on the planet.

Leo

You will be eaten by coyotes. And by “You” we mean “sheep”... so that “You” at the start of this listing should be “ewe” and not “you”. You’re following us right? I mean, EWE are following us. Look, this whole thing is just an excuse to sneak in a “Lion and a Lamb” joke. If you missed it, well, you’re obviously not the Self-Absorbed Leo we thought you were. 

Virgo

An unusual kangaroo will play a pivotal role this weekend. She’s never been to Australia, but she comes from Sydney. That’s her dad’s name. She thinks she’s a watchdog for some reason - might be that she keeps a pocket watch in her pouch. So, if you see Sydney’s Daughter, the kangaroo with a pocket watch, go up and say “HI!”

Libra 

We know you’re sick and tired of all these job placement ideas because you keep failing at the jobs, but we’ve SERIOUSLY got the right one for you - even YOU can’t screw it up. Ready? Radio Show Ventriloquist! Come on the show and show your voice into a little mannequin dummy. No one will be able to see your lips move while you’re still practicing, so it’s a win-win! And if you think this ISN’T a real one, just ask Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. 

Scorpio 

You thought everyone forgot about it, but they didn't. You tried to forget, but it’s been haunting your dreams for years. And finally, we have the answer for you. Are you listening? Good. The Arby’s condiment called “Horsey Sauce” does NOT taste like what you’ve always thought it did, even if the colouring was close. Now don’t you feel better about your friends who love the stuff?

Sagittarius 

Seriously? You're wearing that? Look, we’re all for putting on whatever helps you to stay comfortable, but GEEZE! 6 inch stiletto heels with locking ankle straps in WHITE?! BEFORE Easter?! What were you thinking?! At least you’re finally getting to use that punk-blue hair colouring… it’s only been expired since, what? 2017? 

Capricorn 

You’ve folded so many times, you look like an origami model of a black hole. Which is funny because most people just take a sheet of newspaper, crumple it up into a ball, light it on fire, take the ashes, put that inside ANOTHER crumpled up sheet of paper and burn THAT over and over again. Our design might be more accurate, but you’ve got the artistic aesthetics.

Aquarius 

Listen carefully! We have some words of wisdom for you to remember…. It’s all fun and games until someone suggests playing UNO with the online jump-in & stacking rules - then it’s a table-flip challenge. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye - then it’s a scavenger hunt. It’s all fun and games until someone calls the police - then it’s a game of Keep Away. It’s all fun and games until someone calls a lawyer - then it’s a deposition. If you put all the sentences' first letters together, you’ll find the ACTUAL secret meaning. Or weren’t you paying attention?

Pisces 

This whole self-isolation thing is a huge help for you. You do nothing but piss-off everyone you come in contact with because you are a self-aggrandizing, opinionated, snobbish prick with a superiority complex. Don’t believe me? Just look around at your other Pisces friends and try to guess which one of them heard that and thought, “Yeah.. but I’m the BEST at what I do, right?” Chances are, they can picture YOU feeling that for yourself.

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Expert Tips For Piling Success In Sydney

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Site Assessment and Soil Analysis

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Geotechnical Investigation: Conduct comprehensive soil tests to understand soil composition, bearing capacity, and potential challenges such as groundwater levels.

Environmental Factors: Consider local regulations, environmental impact assessments, and any site-specific constraints that may influence piling methods and design.

Choose the Right Piling Method

Selecting the appropriate piling method is crucial for ensuring foundation stability and longevity:

Driven Piles vs. Bored Piles: Evaluate factors such as soil conditions, load requirements, and site accessibility to determine whether driven piles, bored piles, or other specialized techniques like helical or screw piles are most suitable.

Innovative Solutions: Stay updated with advancements in piling technology and techniques to optimize efficiency and minimize environmental impact.

Engineering Design and Planning

Invest in meticulous engineering design and planning to mitigate risks and optimize project outcomes:

Load Analysis: Calculate and analyze expected loads to determine the number, size, and spacing of piling elements required.

Foundation Design: Collaborate closely with structural engineers to integrate piling solutions seamlessly into overall foundation design and construction plans.

Compliance with Building Codes and Standards

Ensure strict adherence to local building codes, regulations, and industry standards throughout the piling process:

Permitting and Approvals: Obtain necessary permits and approvals from local authorities to commence piling operations, avoiding delays and legal complications.

Quality Assurance: Implement rigorous quality control measures to verify piling integrity, alignment, and load-bearing capacity, ensuring compliance with project specifications.

Consideration of Project Constraints

Anticipate and address potential project constraints proactively to streamline operations and minimize disruptions:

Site Access and Logistics: Evaluate challenges related to site access, neighboring structures, and urban congestion to optimize equipment deployment and construction sequencing.

Safety Protocols: Prioritize safety protocols and training for all personnel involved in piling operations to mitigate risks and ensure a secure working environment.

Environmental and Sustainability Practices

Integrate environmental sustainability practices into piling operations to reduce ecological footprint and promote long-term environmental stewardship:

Material Selection: Opt for eco-friendly materials and construction methods that minimize resource consumption and waste generation.

Erosion Control: Implement erosion control measures and sustainable land management practices to preserve natural habitats and minimize soil disturbance.

Continuous Monitoring and Maintenance

Implement a comprehensive monitoring and maintenance program to ensure ongoing performance and durability of piling foundations:

Monitoring Systems: Install monitoring systems to assess foundation settlement, structural integrity, and environmental impact over time.

Routine Inspections: Conduct regular inspections and assessments to detect early signs of foundation issues and implement timely remedial actions.

Conclusion

By following these expert tips, piling professionals in Sydney can enhance project outcomes, mitigate risks, and deliver durable, resilient foundations that withstand the test of time and environmental challenges. Collaborative planning, adherence to best practices, and a commitment to innovation and sustainability are key to achieving success in piling projects across residential, commercial, and infrastructure sectors in Sydney's dynamic urban landscape. As the city continues to grow and develop, leveraging the expertise of piling experts ensures that construction endeavors contribute positively to the city's architectural legacy and community well-being.

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Steven Universe: Woomera - Chapter Three

(with thanks to @real-fakedoors for proofreading. READ HER STUFF.)

Three

Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet

Civic was the cultural and social hub of the city of Canberra.

All things considered, this was not saying much.

Certainly, the twin Sydney and Melbourne Buildings, stately Mediterranean-styled structures on opposite sides of Northbourne Avenue, had a goodly variety of shops and restaurants, and there was the Monaro Mall if you wanted to visit the upmarket David Jones department store. There was the stately Hotel Civic, famed mostly for a protest against its gender-segregated public bar back in ‘65. But it was just too quiet and dull compared to Sydney or Melbourne, and it lacked the country-town charm of a rural centre. People didn't excitedly anticipate going to Civic - they went there because there was absolutely nowhere else.

Well, except perhaps Queanbeyan, but that was a bit of a drive.

O’Reilly’s was an Irish Pub on the corner of the Sydney Building (or so it was claimed - the founder was an American who'd never been to the Emerald Isle in his life, and the dark, shadowy musk felt more like Goulburn than Galway). It was by no means the heart of Civic, but it was cheap, and that was what mattered to its patrons. There were no politicians here, no big-name journalists - just ordinary people.

Lapis sat at the bar, looking at a dog-eared copy of the Canberra Times. It had been printed this morning, which was already starting to feel like an age ago. OPPOSITION BLOCKS SUPPLY, it bellowed.

“No kidding,” muttered Lapis.

She shrugged and turned through the pages, past the editorials and the letters and through the various local news stories, and found herself at the sports pages. She looked again to be sure, and then threw the paper away in disgust. No abandoned car story - the editor hadn't run it. She doubted he'd even looked at it.

She sighed, burying her head in her arms.

“Can I get you anything?” the bartender asked helpfully.

“Can you get me a ticket out of this place?” replied Lapis.

“I can get you a beer,” shrugged the bartender.

Lapis groaned.

“Straight vodka,” she replied, “It’s been that kind of day.”

“Right away, ma'am.”

The bartender walked off to prepare the drink. As he walked along the counter, he passed two young women, both on the short side, in animated discussion.

“Amethyst, you know I can't,” said one, “I've got an essay due the next day and I need that time to study!”

“C’mon, Peridot, this is what student life is all about!” exclaimed Amethyst, “You gotta live a little!”

“By attending a communist rally?”

“Socialist,” Amethyst corrected, “It’s a big tent. And it'll be for a good cause! Trust me, I know a bunch of people there, you'll fit right in!”

“Amethyst…”

“Would you do it for me?” asked Amethyst, grinning sweetly and leaning in on her friend.

Peridot’s face turned red.

“I… uh… sure, okay. But don't do that here, we’re in public,” she warned.

Amethyst sighed and sat back.

“Being in public sucks,” she grunted.

“Well, we’ll be back at the dorm soon,” shrugged Peridot.

Amethyst grinned.

The bartender walked back past them, handing the shot of straight vodka to Lapis. He sat the glass down in front of her, a bit of strain in his expression. He looked like he wanted to say something, maybe, but Lapis wasn't particularly in the mood for chit-chat.

"I know what I'm doing," she grunted, letting her fingers circle the rim of her liquid courage. The man's frown deepened momentarily, but he walked away without any probing questions.

Mission accomplished. Miserably, Lapis raised the shot glass.

“Here's to Melbourne,” she said, “Some day.”

She sighed, draining the small glass in one go and shaking her head.

Not far away, Donald Fryman sat at a table, rubbing his temples. A friend of his, a local lawyer named Marilee Zircon, regarded him with sympathetic eyes.

“I'm sorry, Don,” she said, “There just doesn't seem to be anything we can do about it. The RSL guys just won't hear it.”

“Why not?” demanded Fryman, “They're the Returned and Services League. I'm a returned serviceman! Why can't they let me in?”

“They, uh, they sent me a letter, but I don't think it's…” Zircon began.

“Give it here,” grunted Fryman.

Swallowing, Zircon produced a single sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to Fryman. He unfolded the sheet and read it out loud.

“Ms. Zircon,” he read, “As Mr. Fryman did not serve in a real war - that's underlined, glad they made that clear - we are not obligated to provide him with membership or support. Furthermore, we believe that the conduct of servicemen in the late war in Vietnam does not correspond with the values of the RSL or the Anzac tradition… where the fuck do they get off on this?”

He threw the letter down in disgust.

“Don…”

“I need some air,” snapped Fryman, climbing to his feet and marching to the door.

The night was brisk - although winter was long over, the Canberra evenings still had their bite. Fryman walked up to his rusty old car and stopped next to it, lighting a cigarette.

“Bad night?”

Fryman looked up. Bill Dewey stood under a street lamp by the bus stop.

“Mhm,” grumbled Fryman, “Bad day. This Senate crap’s turning Parliament House upside down. They've got me guarding Fraser now - twelve ‘till ten, can you believe it?”

He took a drag of his smoke.

“If I wanted to work those hours, I'd have stayed at Nui Dat.”

Both men chuckled, and Fryman took another drag.

“So, what’re you up to?” asked Fryman.

“Waiting for a bus,” replied Dewey.

He leaned forward, looking left and right, and shook his head.

“It never seems to be coming, does it?” he sighed.

“Nah,” said Fryman ruefully, “Typical Canberra buses.”

He took one more drag of his cigarette and dropped it, crushing it under his shoe.

“Well, one more,” he said, “Then I’d better be getting home to Peedee.”

“You have a good night, Don,” Dewey nodded.

Fryman smirked and performed a mock salute.

“You too, Lieutenant Dewey.”

He turned and walked back inside. He was halfway back to Zircon’s table when he felt someone tug on his arm. He turned - an elderly fellow, perhaps sixty years old, was sitting alone at a table. He was gaunt, his dark rimmed eyes magnified by a pair of glasses.

“Couldn’t help but notice you’re getting screwed by the RSL too,” he said raspily, “Same happened to me, you know.”

“I’m sorry to hear it,” nodded Fryman.

“Yeah, it’s the way it goes, isn’t it?” grunted the man, “The government calls you to do it’s dirty business then throws you away when it’s done.”

He shook his head.

“They sold our lives at Woomera,” he muttered darkly, “May as well have fuckin’ shot us themselves.”

Across the bar, already fairly drunk, Lapis’ ears perked up. Woomera… Woomera, that was important… Roy Bradley’s car! WOOMERA!

Lapis pursed her lips and nodded to herself. It was time, she decided, to start getting some answers.

She climbed to her feet in determination. Then she swayed, losing her sense of balance, her vision swimming and her head pounding. Bile built up in her throat. For a moment, she glanced back at the counter, and the ten shot glasses that had accumulated in front of her stool suddenly into sharp focus.

As she fell backwards, crashing to the hard, tiled floor, she asked herself if ten shots of straight vodka had really been such a good idea.

Then there was a crash, and all was dark.

There’s a blissfulness about unconsciousness, about neither feeling nor thinking. One can’t really be hurt or punished in such a state - it is a strange sort of zen, bereft of the wonder of dreams or the terror of nightmares.

Usually it’s to define when consciousness returns. The exception to this rule is when it comes back in the form of a pounding, splitting headache. In those cases, it comes back with great and unwelcome fanfare.

Lapis groaned, clutching her head as she took stock of her surroundings. She was back in her apartment - how did she get here? She’d been laid on the couch, a pillow under her head and a blanket over her body. Did she walk home? Get a cab? Fly, even? That perhaps was unlikely, but part of her didn’t want to rule it out.

Still moaning to herself, she sat up. The apartment was a mess, but that wasn’t new - cleaning products were expensive and she wasn’t exactly swimming in money. Among the dusty pile of old newspapers and junk mail on the coffee table, she sighed a clean sheet of a paper, a hastily scrawled note written upon it.

Found you laying outside that Irish Pub at eleven last night and helped you get home. Hope you don’t mind, but I had to go through your pockets to find your keys. - Greg.

Outside? But… but she passed out inside the pub, so…

So they’d picked her up and deposited her on the pavement outside at closing time. Typical. Stay classy, O’Reilly’s.

She picked up the note paper and turned it over in her hand. There was a logo printed on the other side; It’s A Wash! An address underneath revealed that the business was in Acton, and was owned by a Greg Universe. Maybe she’d have to thank him.

She looked at the clock and sighed heavily. It was already evening - she must have slept all day. She’d be in trouble, except she doubted anyone at the Canberra Times had even noticed she hadn’t come in. Sitting back on the couch, she grabbed the remote and turned the television on.

Immediately, she was met with the face of Gough Whitlam, in the middle of an interview with someone at the Australian Broadcasting Corporation - the ABC.

More politics, she thought to herself. It was hard not to get sick of it all.

“...so, must Sir John Kerr accept your advice whatever advice you give-”

“Unquestionably!” Whitlam replied forcefully, before the interviewer had finished his question, “The Governor-General takes the advice of his Prime Minister and from no one else.”

“And must act on that advice?”

“Unquestionably! The Governor-General must act on the advice of his Prime Minister.”

“There is no tolerance here? He must do-”

“None whatever.”

Huh, Lapis thought. Well, this was a slightly interesting development - it seemed Whitlam was making it especially clear that he had no intention of backing down. Still, it all seemed a bit strange and technical. Who cared about the Governor-General anyway? He sat in a mansion and rubber-stamped laws, everybody knew that.

She turned off the TV. It wasn’t worth worrying about.

There was a lot worth worrying about for Pearl.

The press gallery was already going off; she could hear them from the Prime Minister’s offices. She didn’t blame them - the Prime Minister had directly challenged Ellicott’s legal opinion of the previous day, which wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact that it could easily be interpreted as a challenge to Sir John Kerr himself.

It made yesterday seem simple by comparison - a spat between Gough Whitlam and Malcolm Fraser, a normal dispute between parties. Now it threatened to become something impossibly larger. They’d called it a constitutional crisis yesterday - now ‘crisis’ seemed too tame a word. The world had turned upside down once again, and it had only just gone five.

It seemed it’d be a late night, so she’d headed down to grab a coffee. She needed caffeine - it was that or insanity, at this stage.

She met Fryman at the cafeteria, intently studying the board, his eyes sunken and weary. Pearl’s heart went out for him - being a security guard was a thankless job, after all. Next to him was one of her counterparts from Malcolm Fraser’s secretarial pool; a tall, lithe, blonde woman, conservatively dressed, her face set into a perpetual frown.

Yellow - for that was what everyone called her - had a reputation for being neurotic and something of a perfectionist. She was often hard to like. Yet under that exterior was a deeply competent woman, and one that Pearl respected...at a distance.

Nevermind the company. She came here with a goal in mind, caffeine, and she was going to see it through. Pearl stepped up beside Yellow and waited for her turn, though she was pleased when the pair included her in their conversation.

“That Briggs man came around today,” she spat, and Pearl raised an eyebrow.

“Martin Briggs?” she asked, “From the American Embassy?”

“Yeah, I saw him heading into Fraser’s office,” nodded Fryman, “What did he want?”

“I don’t know,” replied Yellow, “Something or another; Mr. Fraser was busy so I told him to come back next week. And then he hung around for twenty minutes leering at me. How does someone so uncouth get to be a diplomat?”

“Beats me,” shrugged Fryman.

“Yeah, he was coming onto me yesterday,” said Pearl, “Gough sent him off - told him to come back at six.”

“Well, if he came back, I didn’t see him,” shrugged Fryman, “But I might have left before him.”

They chatted idly for a little longer as the line moved. Eventually, Pearl had her coffee - no sugar or cream, as usual. Yellow turned her nose up at it.

“You’d have it without milk if they let you,” she sniffed.

“I don’t tell you how to have your coffee,” snapped Pearl.

Yellow snorted as she walked off, leaving Pearl and Fryman alone.

“Are you sure you don’t want to…” said Fryman, looking down at Pearl’s mug.

“I’m sure,” replied Pearl, “Certain flavours make me gag. I’ve always been something of a fussy eater, at any rate.”

“Get it from your parents?” asked Fryman.

“I don’t really remember my parents much,” replied Pearl, “Dad was a railwayman, he left my mother shortly after I was born to go to Junee. Then she died of pneumonia when I was about four, so I grew up with my relatives in Queanbeyan…”

“Oh.” Fryman bit his lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Pearl shrugged, “I don’t think about them much, anyway.”

He nodded, covering his mouth as he yawned.

“I’d better get back to my post,” he said, “You have a nice evening, Pearl.”

“You too, Fryman,” nodded Pearl.

She yawned on reflex as the security guard walked away, and gazed morosely into her coffee. Her face was reflected in the cloudy liquid - god, she looked tired.

To think it was only day two.

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