#sewer cleanout

[doctordrain]

Choosing the Right Cleanout for Your System.

Types of Sewer Cleanouts: A Guide for Homeowners. Sewer cleanouts are essential components of a plumbing system, providing access points for clearing blockages and maintaining sewer lines. Different types of cleanouts serve specific purposes, and knowing which one is best for your system can save you time, money, and hassle. Here’s a breakdown of the most common types of sewer cleanouts:

Outside Cleanouts.

Inside Cleanouts.

Two-Way Cleanouts.

Directional Cleanouts.

Double Cleanouts.

Basement Floor Cleanouts.

Why Professional Installation Matters.

Installing or upgrading a sewer cleanout requires professional expertise to ensure proper placement, functionality, and compliance with local plumbing codes. At Doctor Drain, we specialize in assessing your plumbing needs and providing expert solutions tailored to your home.

Have Questions About Your Sewer Cleanout?

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[ironhorsemechanicaland]

Expert Residential Sewer Cleanout Services

Keep your home plumbing running smoothly with expert residential sewer cleanout services by Iron Horse Mechanical & Plumbing Services, Inc. Prevent clogs and costly damage with our efficient, reliable solutions tailored to your needs. Read More: https://www.plumbtexas.net/residential-plumbing/

[ironhorsemechanical]

Efficient Residential Sewer Cleanout: Clearing Blockages for Your Home's Sewer System

The essential maintenance procedure known as "residential sewer cleanout" involves removing debris and obstructions from sewer lines that are connected to dwellings· It entails using an access point that is usually outside of a home to gain access to the sewer system· Frequent cleanouts provide effective wastewater flow and hygiene by preventing backups, unpleasant odors, and expensive plumbing problems· For more info:- https://www.plumbtexas.net/services/

[goallstar]

Sewer Cleanout San Jose CA

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[aardenverx]

Residential Sewer Line Repair

At our company, we pride ourselves on providing top-notch water line repair and installation services to homeowners in Denver, CO. Our team consists of fully licensed and skilled plumbers who are well-equipped to handle a wide range of needs, including valve inspection, trenchless repairs, preventative maintenance, and emergency services.

We understand the importance of having a reliable and efficient water line system in your home. That's why we strive to provide the best solutions possible for all of your water line needs. No project is too big or complex for our team, and we are committed to delivering exceptional service to all of our residential customers in Denver.

Whether you need a simple repair or a complete water line installation, we have the expertise and experience to get the job done right. We use the latest techniques and equipment to ensure that your water line is functioning at its best. You can trust us to handle your water line needs with the professionalism and care that you deserve.

In summary, if you're looking for reliable and efficient water line repair and installation services in Denver, CO, look no further than our team of expert plumbers. Contact us today to schedule an appointment and experience the exceptional service that we have to offer.

[mrrooterpanamacity]

How Often Should I Clean my Pipes?

How Often Should I Clean my Pipes?

Mr. Rooter of Northwest Florida provides all of your septic and plumbing needs with reliable and fast service. There are no overtime charges; it's upfront pricing, 24/7 service, and experienced technicians.

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[denversewerandwater]

AAR Sewer & Water | Lines, Repair Services | Denver, CO AAR Sewer & Water is a reliable sewer and water line repair company in Denver, CO. Call us for emergency line and repair services; we're here for you 24/7.

[raymarkplumbingandsewer]

The Four Types of Toilet and Which one is Best for You

The Four Types of Toilet and Which one is Best for You

Raymark Plumbing & Sewer is a full-service residential plumbing and sewer company. Raymark is located in Seattle, WA, and has been a family-owned business for over 42 years. Raymark offers honest, upfront pricing, a 100 percent workmanship guarantee, and 24-hour emergency services. In fact, they are known for finding solutions to problems when other plumbing companies could not. As a result, Raymark is the plumber that other plumbers recommend.

Raymark Plumbing & Sewer 10710 Lake City Way NE Seattle, WA 98125 (206) 440-9077 https://www.raymarkplumbing.com

[virtualreader]

silver blade

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: reader heroically kills a shapeshifter to save Dean, but not without getting hurt in the process. When the blood covering the reader's hands, nearly triggers a panic attack, Dean is quick to comfort her.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: gore, not natural creatures (if u know, u know), anxiety, panic attack, blood, grotesque killing, wounds, emotional shock. could be read as romantic or platonic.

a/n: i live for hurt/comfort fics. also, i thrive on feedback, so don't think twice and send me some! constructive criticism is also welcomed!

"Dammit, Dean," you cursed under your breath as you tried calling Dean, only to be sent straight to voicemail once again. To say you were exasperated was an understatement. You couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that was starting to creep up on you. “Where the hell are you, guys?”

As little as a single missed call was enough to seed concern within you. One—they had probably walked into a crowded bar. Two—Dean had most likely found a chick worth flirting with. Nine in the span of two hours? Nine voicemail messages and no sign neither of the brothers were still alive? Now that was downright worrisome.

You slid the combination 11-02-83 into the lock, and it opened immediately with a subdued click. You had been with the Winchesters long enough to have figured out the access code to the weapons compartment. Nonetheless, you were still finding your feet in the supernatural world, not having ever seen any of the creatures you read about.

With one hand, you scrambled to lift the bottom of the trunk, gaining access to the secret compartment John had built in the '67 Impala Dean insisted on nicknaming baby.

If there was anything you had a grasp of, it was lore beyond doubt. Therefore, you sifted meticulously through the vast array of weapons until you finally laid your eyes on the one you had been seeking—a glistening silver knife, ornately engraved. Legend has it both silver bullets and silver-bladed weapons were lethal to shapeshifters, the very creature Sam and Dean were after.

As you became aware of your scarce fighting skills, you hesitated for a moment and second-guessed your brash decision to defy the blunt order to stay in the motel the Winchesters had given you. Instead of backing down and following said instructions, you headed towards the nearest sewer cleanout driven and determined, and trawled the cover aside with great effort.

With the silver knife in hand, you descended into the sewers, climbing down the rank, rusty ladder, diligently making it to the bottom. You jumped off onto the ground, which you found to be swamped with turbid water. Or at least that was what you hoped the muddy puddles soaking your feet up to the socks were.

The air was humid, and the sewer halls were silent except for the rhythmic dripping of leak drops splashing on the concrete. You took a deep, shaky breath, wondering how Sam and Dean managed to remain level-headed during hunts, especially given the unforeseen aftermath.

You were undoubtedly scared—terrified even. You bore in mind all the plausible deadly outcomes facing a creature as powerful as a shapeshifter entailed. Yet, not even that did withhold you from sacrificing your own safety for the sake of the two boys who had become your family over the past year.

You were willing to pay your weight in blood if it was their lives at stake. Without them by your side, life would only be reduced to a meaningless solitary existence. So you might as well devote yourself to wrestling them from the peril you sensed they were in.

You crept through the dark, dank sewers, your grip on the silver knife tightening with each step, refraining it from slipping from your moist trembling hands. You couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was watching you, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce at any moment.

The stench was overwhelming, and you had to cover your nose with your free hand to avoid gagging. But you knew that giving up was not an option. You had come too far to turn back at this point.

You dropped your gaze to the concrete beneath your feet, scrutinizing the ground in search of any signs indicating Sam and Dean’s whereabouts.

One, two, three blood droplets stained the cement and left behind a vague trail. It was a somewhat chilling sight, and your thoughts immediately went to the possibility of the guys being wounded.

Barely a few feet before you laid a mucilaginous shred of skin. Next to it was a clump of dark hair, matted and tangled, still attached to its corresponding patch of torn skin. You shuddered at the realization that those gruesome remnants irrefutably belonged to the shapeshifter.

Faint grunts died out in the distance. It sounded human, and you recognized them as Dean’s. You tensed up, gripping the small bladed weapon steady in your hand.

With an adrenaline rush pumping through your veins, you crept towards the direction of the sound. The grunts grew louder, and you could now hear the pained sounds of Dean's voice as clear as day. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you picked up the pace, sprinting through the dark corridors.

You skidded to a stop as you came upon the scene. Eyes narrowed and brows raised, you did your utmost to wrap your head around the commotion you witnessed before you.

Sam laid sprawled on the floor, his mouth stuffed with a smudge rag. There was sweat and blood coating his face and clothes and his chest inflated and deflated frantically as he struggled against the plastic flange restraining his wrists.

Your attention then turned to Dean, who was pressed against the wall with his body tense with pain and fear. There was another loud thud, the broad creature gripping Dean's jacket collar tossed him onto the ground, the sound echoing throughout the sewer's hallways. Dean gasped in pain, and your heart sank even further at the sight of his helplessness.

“Y/n…get outta...here...” he spoke falteringly in a hushed tone when he registered your presence.

You followed his gaze, and your eyes locked with the shapeshifter's dusky ones. The creature’s features were practically indistinguishable under the dim light seeping through the storm drains, yet the illumination was sufficient for you to discern its current shape.

It was not human, you acknowledged that fact in its entirety. But it sure resembled a person, and not just any person. The shapeshifter, whose eyes were currently fixated on your unnerved shaky figure, had taken on Sam's form with such accuracy it left you utterly bewildered, propelling your mind into an insurmountable surge of confusion.

Its gaze was intense, almost otherworldly, and it seemed to be studying you with a cold detachment that sent shivers down your spine. The shapeshifter seemed to be waiting for your next move, but you froze, clueless as to how to act in the face of his defiant demeanor. And with each passing moment, the pressure mounted, threatening to engulf you in a tidal and paralyzing wave of haze and dread.

You felt compelled to pin your hopes on your self-reliance in order to beat the creature down. After mustering all your courage, you leaped to Dean’s defense. Without hesitation, you charged forward, brandishing the silver knife that you had retrieved from the Impala's weapons compartment.

The smug laugh of the shapeshifter only fueled your determination to protect the brothers at any cost. You saw red. With a swift motion, you plunged the blade into the shapeshifter's chest, slicing and carving it wide open out of fury, and it let out a bloodcurdling screech as it fell to the ground, lifeless.

What seemed blatant moments ago became now an incertitude, as you saw what appeared to be Sam's inanimate body on the concrete. Even if the real Sam drew breath a stone's throw away from you, growing ever more relieved as Dean aided in freeing him from the restraints, the thought of having killed the younger Winchester brother eclipsed your brain.

“I’d never peg you as the stabbing type,” joked Dean trying to alleviate the tension in the atmosphere as he helped Sam to get up, earning a sheepish 'thank you' from the younger brother. He then turned his attention to you. “Jeez, y/n, white paint has more color than your face.”

You took a step backward staring down to your hands, absolutely unable to hear what Dean was saying, let alone fathom it out. Blood was all you saw, blood drenching your hands from the very fingertips all the way up to your elbow.

When your only response to his jokes was silence, Dean began to realize that something was off. In a desperate attempt to get you to snap out of your distressed paralysis, he grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you slightly.

You looked at him, trying to discern his worried features through your foggy vision. You felt trapped inside your own mind, unable to break free from the suffocating weight of your thoughts.

"Everything's spinning, De," you muttered as you managed to loosen the knot that had formed in your throat. "Please, make it stop.”

"I promise you—your head is the only thing spinning right now," he said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "You did good, y/n/n. You saved my ass back there."

Your usually regular and calmed breathing pattern developed into a shallow, rapid one. You could feel your heart hammering at great speed in your chest, which caused the veins in your neck to throb and made you feel rather light-headed.

"Hey, hey, hey. I've got you. I've got you," Dean whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace not willing to let you fall when he saw you swaying, and losing balance. "Just listen to my heartbeat, okay?"

You hummed in response, utterly unable to voice your distress. You could hear and feel the wallop of his heart, forcefully rapid yet steady and calming, along with the resounding sounds of his voice inside his chest. You clung to him for dear life, feeling his strong arms around you as you kept a white-knuckled grip on his plain flannel.

"That's it. Just focus on that," he reassured you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, your breathing gradually returning to its even pattern. "You're safe now. It's over."

As soon as you were out of the sewer, Dean ushered you to the Impala opening the door for you to enter the back passenger seat. As much as he loved baby, getting her bloodstained was not a problem as long as he got you safe and comfy.

The ride lasted hardly ten minutes, although to your clouded senses it felt everlasting. You made a futile attempt to divert your attention from the dry blood coating your hands to the sparse traffic outside, before your mind was dragged into the abysmal hole of anguish that the earlier incident had dug into your psyche one more time.

Throughout the ride, Sam kept asking if you were okay every now and then, displaying a genuine concern for your well-being. He knew how traumatic the experience must have been for you and wanted to make sure you were coping. His kind words and comforting presence helped soothe your frazzled nerves, even if only slightly.

Truth was you were far from okay. You were grappling with a multitude of emotions that were threatening to consume you, and the weight of your thoughts felt suffocating.

Meanwhile, Dean would occasionally shoot glances your way through the rear-view mirror, silently checking on you to make sure you were holding up. Despite his tough exterior and being kind of rough around the edges, he was quick to show his caring and nurturing side when it came to you.

The car rolled down the highway, the engine humming softly as Dean expertly downshifted gears, slowly bringing the vehicle to a smooth stop in the motel's parking lot.

You stumbled out of the car, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Dean rushed to your side, supporting you with a hand on your back.

"Easy there, champ," he said, concern lacing his voice. "Let's get you cleaned up and patched up, yeah?"

You nodded weakly, grateful for his support. It was then that you noticed the large gash on your forearm, which must have been incurred during the prior wrestling. How could you have missed it before?

The keys clattered as Sam unlocked the door to your assigned room, pushing it open gently. The three of you entered the motel's bedroom, steps heavy as your energy was depleted.

While Sam tended to his own injuries, Dean took you to the bathroom, where he turned on the tap and began to gently wash away the blood that coated your hands and arms. The touch of his fingers was soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as the water washed away the evidence of the shapeshifter's blood.

In spite of his sarcastic jokes, you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Dean was mad. And he had every right to be.

You looked up at him, feeling guilty for disobeying orders and putting yourself in danger. The instructions were clear—stay safe and focus on research. They had let you take charge of the investigation duty reluctantly, let alone get fully involved in the hunting business. But you found it impossible to resist the urge, you couldn’t stay in the motel doing nothing knowing they could be in trouble.

Notwithstanding the potential fallout, Dean didn't scold you. Instead, he patiently led you to the toilet, he retrieved the newly restocked first aid kit and gently placed it on the countertop.

“I'm sorry,” you said in a whisper. "You weren't answering my calls. I got worried sick. I'm sorry."

Dean leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"No need to be, sweetheart," he said softly, tossing his resentment for your disobedient behaviour to the back of his mind. "As much as I hate to admit this, you did what had to be done. You saved us back there."

He proceeded to tend to your wound, his touch light and careful as he cleaned and bandaged the gash on your forearm. You couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence, for his unwavering support and understanding.

As he finished up, he looked up at you with a small empathetic smile.

"You wanna crash in my room tonight?" he asked. "I promise to keep the nightmares away."

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

The knowledge that he was there with you, ready to support you through thick and thin, was a comforting thought. With Dean by your side, you knew you could get through anything.

[egberts]

final update today is that the city sewer guys said they did what they could for now but under the road every single connection also has roots in it from our huge ass pine tree. they're getting in the manhole to install a new cleanout for now but they aren't finishing this week and they really might have to close the road and break it up next week. holy. fuck. just what. the fuck. the whole road? this problem must've been going on for like two decades at least this tree is tall af. i'm just speechless

[doctordrain]

Doctor Drain saved us from so many future plumbing headaches.

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Before the installation, we dealt with a couple of backups caused by tree roots in our sewer line. Each time, the process of clearing the blockage from inside the house was messy and stressful. With the new outside cleanout, we now have a much easier way to access the sewer line without risking water damage or disruption inside our home.

The best part? Knowing that future maintenance will be faster, more affordable, and far less invasive. Doctor Drain even gave us tips on how to keep our sewer line clear and avoid major issues down the road. We already feel so much more peace of mind knowing our plumbing system is better protected.

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— Sarah J., Buffalo Grove, IL

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[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Anyway if it looks like you'll wind up with sewage backing into your house because lift stations fail without power, remember that if you unscrew the lids from your clean-outs that will let the sewage overflow into your yard instead of your home.

[s4lmune]

No Machine Chapter 4 Update!

bit of a longer excerpt for you guys as an apology for missing last weeks upload </3 im so sorry y'all :( when school is over next week, rest assured i will not be separated from my laptop and will be writing 24/7

thank you for your patience, i hope you enjoy this update!

current wc: 3953

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He rubs the tips of his fingers together, examining them closely like he would a specimen under a microscope. At the tip of each finger, sprawling spirals of little lines weave themselves into becoming his fingerprints, a piece of his identity entirely unique to himself. The metal that made up his former body had no spirals engraved into it fingertips, no markers of humanity, no distinctiveness. Only smooth, purple perfection. He presses his thumb to his index finger and feels the warmth of his own flesh press back against him, soft, squishy and beautiful.

“...We’ll talk some more in the morning but here are the keys for now. You’ll start your training once you’ve settled in and once we’ve drawn up a contract. That sound okay to you?” Viktor pops his head up to look at Vander, who’s straightened up behind the counter, uncrossing his arms to place them on his lower back, stretching it with a quiet sigh, “Never get old, y’hear me? It’s shit.”

Jayce laughs gently and a feeling Viktor can’t quite name wells up inside of him as he stares. Soft, squishy and beautiful, is the closet he gets. Viktor stays seated as Jayce and Vander make their way over to the door in an easy silence. Jayce opens the door for Vander to step through but the other man hesitates, steps back, and turns to face Jayce, who looks up at him with an expectant smile. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Vander furrows his brow ever so slightly and Viktor is a little caught off guard when Vander throws him an unreadable glance before turning back to Jayce, “You ever have an affair with a Piltovian noblewoman when you were younger?"

Jayce freezes like a rat caught in a sewer cleanout, arm still holding the door open as he stares at Vander in shock. 

“Uhm.” He peeks over at Viktor, eyes wide and begging for help. “What.”

[gayrob0t]

Okay so, clogs, blocked drains and slow drains can be a variety of things. I'll start by explaining that the plumber is most likely going to a cleanout. Cleanouts are caps in the ground or wall that allow access to the sewer line in the most non invasive method possible, usually plastic but sometimes metal. And they're likely not draining out the pipe but using either a bladder¹ or a drain cleaning machine² to clear the clog. This explains why your plunger wouldn't do much. A plunger acts by creating a seal above the clog and using the act of plunging to force pressure onto it. Plungers are only useful if a clog is still within a singular fixture. If the plumber has to clear it from the cleanout, the clog is beyond the toilet so all that's happening when you plunge it is forcing water up into other drain lines that are also clogged.

Well why all the secrecy? Judging by the fact that it's your work building, the plumber may be under strict instruction to not speak to you and to definitely not to discuss the plumbing with you. You are not their customer, the owner of the building/property manager is. There may be many reasons for this, but the most common is that all kinds of drama happen in a tenant/landlord situation around the plumbing and it can all comes down to my invoice.

My invoices specifically are written to include conditions on arrival, what steps I took to rectify, any findings I've made and future recommendations if needed. Those last two parts are where the friction happens. Say I pull back a load of flushable wipes³ or tampons in the drain, that goes into my invoice and sometimes the landlord will charge the tenant for the plumbing service.⁴ And sometimes people get big mad when you imply their responsibility for major maintenance.

Now say I don't pull anything back but I recommend a camera inspection to find out what exactly is going on, or imagine if I recommend stripping out all the cast iron and replacing it, which can run upwards of $8k-$20k just for a residential property. If I mention that to the tenant, now they're using my words to argue that the plumbing is substandard and they're not paying rent until it's fixed.⁵ This is a fight that I didn't ask to be in the middle of, and have no interest in battling. So if the person paying for the invoices says don't talk to anyone there? I don't talk to them. It's just not worth the hassle.

So it's possible that the sewer line at your work is old and degrading, and the owner has little interest in forking over several tens of thousands of dollars to dig it up and redo it. Or its possible one of your coworkers doesn't believe in putting sanitary items in the trash. Unfortunately there is little that you can do in this situation except wait for the plumber :(

1 A bladder is also known as a blow bag, which looks like a balloon on the end of a hose that fills up to create a seal within the pipe and blow water out towards the clog to force out the obstruction. It should only be used in specific circumstances

2 A drain cleaning machine can be either a continuous cable machine or a jetter. The machine uses a large twisted cable in a spinning drum that feeds into the line and uses torque to manually break through the clog. A jetter uses high water pressures to scour the inside of the line and clean it. Which is used can depend on access, location, clog type and details of the drain line

3 A misnomer, no wipes are truly flushable. They do not break down as toilet paper does. DO NOT FLUSH ANY WIPES DOWN THE TOILET

4 The legality of this practice may vary. I am neither a landlord nor a lawyer

5 Do not do this without seeking legal counsel. I have never heard of it working and from what I understand it is fact specific. One plumber's recommendation for a repipe does not declare your space uninhabitable