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Unboxing Pendant 54 Mobile Home Bathtubs

Putting a new Pendant 54″ Mobile home steel bathtub. This is a right-hand drain. We need to change from a center drain to the right-hand drain. Walk though unboxing the bathtub, what you need to measure to place your drain. We cut the hole in the floor. Not sure what happened with the rest of the install. I thought the unboxing and measuring could help people out. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Follow…

[yandere-daydreams]

Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

[sanguineterrain]

it shall pass | miguel o'hara

Summary: Miguel isn’t alone, not anymore. Sometimes, he needs to be reminded of that.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (some Spanish endearments are female-gendered, but other than that, no gendered descriptions.)

Word count: 1k

Content desc: bathing together, Miguel has a tough day, insecurity, established relationship. Lots of fluff bc he deserves to be taken care of!!!!

A/N: hi guys! I’m back with more Miguel <3 as usual, it’s not anyone’s responsibility to correct my Spanish, but I always appreciate corrections, if offered. Also, I try to use Mexican slang only, since Miguel is Mexican, so if something is off with that, please feel free to let me know. 

Translations: 

Hola, cielito - hi, sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

Estoy sucio - I’m dirty.

Solo para que pueda sentirte - Just so I can feel you.

¿Puedes hacerlo frente a mí, por favor? - In front of me, please?

No es nada - It’s nothing.

Tonto - fool/idiot 

Yo no sería nada sin ti - I’m nothing without you.

Es verdad - it’s true.

If you enjoy, please let me know through comments/reblogs ♡

the divider

Even after eight months together, Miguel enters your apartment like a cat burglar. Like he should not be here. 

You'd told him, at first, to stop that and used the truth as your reason: because he didn't need to. This is your home, but it's his too, and it puts pins in your heart every time he comes in like he's doing something wrong. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Then you'd tried humor. You scare the soul out of me when you do that, Miguelito. Maybe we should put a bell around your neck.

It hadn't done anything. He still acts like he's not allowed to jingle his keys in the lock and leave his shoes by the door and help himself to your shampoo and orange juice. 

So when you hear his footsteps at the door and you can track him as he heads for the kitchen, you’re worried. You rarely hear him coming. Miguel always finds you immediately, even if you're a block from the house. You'd asked him once how he knows it's you; he told you it’s because you have a distinct step. 

You might find that a little unnerving if you weren't so damn enamored with him. 

"Miggy? That you, sweetheart?"

He appears like you've summoned him, hunching in the doorway of the kitchen. You turn from the chopping board with a smile. It dims as you take in his appearance. 

"Hey," you say, putting down the knife and walking to him. 

"Hola, cielito," he says quietly, gaze downcast. 

You reach your hands up and Miguel bows his head slightly so you can cup his face. Your thumbs brush over his smooth jaw, caressing up and down in a pattern. 

"What happened, mi amor?"

He shakes his head. Miguel isn’t small, but you learned early on that he holds the most weight in his eyes. Every shard of guilt, every worry, every fear, they all sit in those crimson eyes. 

“Just—” He clears his throat, swallows. “Just a hard day.”

He brushes your hips with the pads of his fingers. You make a small noise, encouraging him.

“Touch me,” you say. 

He opens his mouth and maybe it’s because you’ve known him for so long, but you hear the words before he dares to say them. I don’t deserve to.

“I want you to,” you say before he can speak. 

“The dinner…”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, Mig. We can eat later.”

He’s still in his suit. You try to scan him for scratches or bruises, but the technology repairs itself, which makes it impossible for you to detect anything. 

“Estoy sucio,” he mumbles, still not touching you.

You think for a moment. Then you lace your hand with Miguel’s and tug him towards the bathroom. He follows, brow crooked in confusion but he trusts you. You know he does.

The bathtub had been a special installation. A treat, for you and Miguel. He doesn’t use it on his own; only at your prompting. But you’re glad for it anyway. 

You kneel and turn on the faucet, plugging the drain. You look up at Miguel, tilting your head at the tub. 

“What soap do you want?” you ask.

“The one you use,” he says.

You smile and take the honey and cloves bubble bath: one of the few things you allow yourself to indulge in. Miguel tightens his hands into fists. 

“Will you join me? Not—solo para que pueda sentirte,” he clarifies. 

You soften immeasurably, reaching to remove your shirt. 

“Yeah, baby,” you say quietly. “Of course I’ll join you.”

His hands relax. 

You stand to slip off your shorts. The tub fills quickly, and it’s only another minute before you have to turn it off. The water is foamy. Steam rises, and all the mirrors fog up. Miguel silently removes his suit. You watch his back muscles shift as he gracefully steps into the water. His shoulders are strung with tension. There’s a quickly fading bruise on his right shoulder and another on the side of his ribcage. You can’t do anything except let them heal.

“Want me to wash your hair?” you ask as he settles in the water, barely sloshing any.

“Okay,” he murmurs. 

You start to climb in behind him, equally bare, but Miguel stops you with a hand on your thigh. 

“¿Puedes hacerlo frente a mí, por favor?”

He looks up at you. A dark curl has fallen out of place, sitting over his eyebrow. It makes him look so young. He is young. You forget that sometimes. 

“Sure, honey,” you say, changing your position. “Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “No es nada.”

You take the little cup you keep on the edge of the tub and scoop water. You shield Miguel’s eyes as you wet his hair, pushing the water back over his scalp. Then you take the shampoo, lathering some between your palms. Miguel bows his head forward so you can reach. His hands creep to your waist again, more solid in their hold this time. You can feel the blunt divots where his talons rest in his fingers. They trace tiny circles on your skin. He’s trying to ground himself.

“Do you remember when we first met?” you ask.

Miguel snorts. “How could I forget? I was such a tonto that day.”

“You were not!” you insist, smiling. 

“I was. I can’t believe you agreed to a date with me.”

“Well, I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe. I was very charmed by you, O’Hara. Still am.”

You fill the cup with water and cover Miguel’s eyes again as you rinse the shampoo out. You gently scrunch definition back into his waves. His hand slides up your back and Miguel pulls you into him, so your chest is against his. He rests his chin lightly on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his neck in response. 

“I missed you,” he says into your skin.

“You saw me this morning, mi amor.”

“I know.”

Miguel is warm and all-encompassing. You lightly massage the base of his scalp, nose pressed to his hair. He smells like the both of you. 

“Yo no sería nada sin ti,” he says.

“That’s not true,” you say, squeezing his shoulder. “Not true, Miggy.”

“Es verdad. You make me better.”

“We make each other better,” you correct. “And I have a year and a half of proof.”

Miguel sighs and it sounds a little wet. You hug him tighter.

“I got you.”

The water turns cold. Neither of you feel it, wrapped in each other.

[ilguna]

☼ childhood friends (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; after three years of not talking to Finnick, you get reaped for the Hunger Games, and he decides it's time to apologize for leaving you behind the way he did.

warnings; swearing

wc; 3.6k

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When you finally became eligible for the Hunger Games five years ago, you accidentally started a nasty habit of wishing to get deathly ill to avoid the reaping. All you want is to get sick enough for the peacekeepers to give you a pass, because if they think that you’ll die before you reach the arena, then they don’t want you. The Capitol wants entertainment, and a sickly tribute is a boring tribute.

The goal is to survive the illness, whatever it may be. Let it take weeks for you to recover, if that’s what has to happen. As long as you don’t die from it, because that’s exactly the problem you’re trying to avoid.

You didn’t live seventeen years of your life only to be reaped and thrown into an area to fight for your life. You made it this far. You have one more year until you’re free from the reaping. Free.

Unfortunately, for the past five years, you’ve woken up as healthy as the day you were born. There’s not a single symptom that you could bend to look malicious. You think that if you end up surviving this year’s reaping, that you’re going to go around licking doorknobs to make sure that you’re sick next year.

You turn to the bathtub full of water that your mom’s been filling for you while you made breakfast. It’s probably not even warm anymore, but you have no choice. She won’t let you go outside unless you’re well-dressed in the chance that you do get selected in the reaping. She won’t have her eldest representing the family badly.

You step into the tub, and pleasantly find that it’s lukewarm. It won’t be this way for long, you have a small window to get yourself cleaned up and hair washed before it turns ice cold. You sink into the tun, letting it warm your skin slightly, and then you get started.

As you scrub your skin with a bar of unscented soap, you stare at the adjacent wall. In the Capitol, you heard that they have running showers. You can turn the knob and have hot water come out immediately, and bathtubs that they can fill with hot water without having to wait over an hour for the water to boil first.

They might have those appliances here somewhere in the district. If you had to guess, you’d say the Justice Building, where the mayor and his family stays, or any of the victor homes in Victor’s Village. Since they won the Hunger Games, it’s nothing but the best for them.

You bet that they forget that the rest of the district doesn’t have the same luxury as they do with the hot water. Even the upper class part of district four doesn’t have showers. The houses were never installed with them—maybe better bathtubs. You can’t imagine how expensive it would be to run that water.

You don’t think you’d leave the bathroom ever again. You’d sit under the water for hours, letting the water hit your face, or the top of your head. You’d close your eyes and imagine the warm rain that you get in the summertime. And you would be able to do that every day until you got sick of it.

Instead, you’re stuck with a bar of soap, and a tub of cooling water. The same water that turned a slight shade of white because of the soap, that you now have to use to wash your hair. You could get your mom to brew you a whole new tub, but you don’t have time for it. She leaves only enough room to get you in and out before the rest of your family gets in.

You turn your head to the side while lowering your hair into the water to get it wet, squeezing it a few times to make sure the water sticks. After that, you reach for the bland bottle of shampoo that smells faintly of strawberries if you smell hard enough. You lather, and then rinse, and when you’re done, you pull the plug on the tub to let it drain while you get dressed.

You dry your body, and start on your hair for a minute. You stop when you realize that it’s going to be a longer process than you expected, and opt for pulling your dress on, being careful not to get it wet. The moment you open the bathroom door, arms full of dirty clothes, heading for your bedroom, your mom is already passing you with the first pot of hot water for your little sister’s bath.

“Drop the clothes in the hallway, I’ll clean them later tonight.” She tells you, eyes landing on your hair, “Do you need help putting your hair up?”

“If you have time, or I can do it myself.” You shrug.

“Grab a chair and take a seat in the kitchen.” She directs your chin upwards, correcting your habit of looking down, “I always have time for you.”

You give her a half-smile, dropping your dirty clothes in the hallway while you head to your room to grab the hair ties and brush. When you look at your clock, you see that there’s only an hour and a half before the reaping. It seems like a lot of time, but with a family of five, it takes so much longer.

You brush your hair while you wait for her to come into the kitchen, several pots are on the stove with the heat turned to high. Your brother sits in the living room, playing with his toys, and your dad is nowhere to be seen. You’re pretty sure he bathed last night to avoid today’s mayhem.

“Sit.” She tells you, you pull out a chair.

She’s gentle when she pulls on your wet hair, used to your younger sister’s whining about rough hands. She’s never been bad about the brush, it’s more of her redoing your hair several times to make sure that it’s absolutely perfect. It’s one of the struggles that come with having to appear as a lower middle class family. They’re always about image, even if you have nothing to show.

Your mom’s side of the family used to be a line of jewelers. She was even raised to appraise precious jewelry. She would buy jewelry at a low price and turn around and sell it higher. It worked out for your grandparents for a while, until your mom asked for a better cut on the profit, since she was the reason why they were making so much.

Her parents denied her, and then shut her out entirely, firing her. By then, your mom had already married your dad, so she had him to fall back on. She watched as her parents started to lose profit, and lost business altogether because they got rid of her. And when they came to her, asking for her charity, she laughed in their faces and told them that they’re dead to her.

You haven’t seen them, not since you were young. From what you remember, they lived in a big house, more bedrooms than they needed. It wasn’t even your mom’s childhood home, she says they sold that and upgraded. They must’ve moved to a different part of the district, because you’ve never accidentally run across them.

Your mom’s always told you that if you need her, then she’ll come running, no matter the situation, no matter the reason. It’s the least she could do because her parents couldn’t step up and give her a little more money for her work. She says that once you turn eighteen, she’ll get you a job at the fabric store she works at, and she’ll make sure that you’re well taken care of.

You know she doesn’t mean to, but sometimes she makes you sad.

“Okay, all done.” She says, “Maybe sit in front of an open window so it dries faster.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She grabs your face to press a kiss to your forehead, “Be ready in an hour.”

“I will.” You smile.

You wander back to your room, or rather the room you share with your sister. You prop open the window, and instantly a warm breeze comes through the air. It’s a shame the Hunger Games takes place in the middle of summer. It’s the only time of year you genuinely enjoy, and it’s ruined by the Capitol.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window. One minute turns to ten, and you’re sure that you should get up and get your shoes on, at the very least, but you don’t move. You can’t get your eyes to focus either, no matter how hard you try.

There’s something wrong, you’re not usually this drained before the reaping.

You blink slowly, turning your head away from the window to look at your room. Your mouth screws, and you force yourself up to pull on your shoes. You go back to sitting on your bed when you’re done, playing with a string on your bedsheets. 

Your sister comes into the room soon after, already dressed and hair done. She briefly looks at you before getting to her knees to play with her toys. It doesn’t last long until she sets them down and looks at you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You glance at her, and then at the window.

“Oh, well,” She shrugs, “I had a dream last night that you got reaped.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” Your face twists, finally coming back to life, “Especially not to mom.”

She doesn’t say anything, playing with her dolls. The two of you sit in here for another thirty minutes, before your mom is collecting you to leave. You close the window in the bedroom, and briefly check on the state of your hair in the bathroom. It’s not perfect, you knew it wouldn’t be, but it looks good enough. Your mom nods in approval.

The five of you leave the house, heading to the District Four Justice Building. You’re not the only family heading that way, most of the neighborhood is leaving too, all on foot. Cars are also a luxury for the rich, but even they’re too expensive for the victors.

When you reach the area where you need to sign in, your mom kisses your forehead, and then your dad does too in the same spot. She then reaches over and redirects your chin upwards, “With beauty and grace, (Y/n).”

“I know. I’ll see you guys in a little bit.” You smile.

Your sister is barely eligible for the games this year, she’s just turned twelve. You watch as your parents repeat the process with her. Your brother’s got another three years before it’s his turn to experience the reaping. You hold your hand out for your sister to take to guide her through the process.

You get signed in first, and then wait nearby to watch her first time with a reaping day peacekeeper. They pass her easily, and she hurries to stick close. Inside the fenced area are hundreds of girls and boys, all varying in age. You bring her to the back, where the twelve section is.

“I’ll see you right after, okay?” You fix her hair.

“Okay.” She agrees.

You move down the aisle to the front, where the other seventeen year old girls are gathering. It’s fairly empty up here, allowing you to pick a spot without blocking anyone else’s view. You’re not sure if they’d mind anyway. When you were younger, you’d use the older teenagers to block the stage’s view of you, afraid of them picking you just because they felt like it.

You let out a breath, and raise your head.

Most of the chairs on the stage are filled by the regular occupants, like the mayor, and your Capitol escort. In the other chairs sit the victor’s that District Four has had over the past sixty-seven years, there’s four of them.

Mags Flanagan, she’s the oldest victor up there because she’s the first victor of District Four. To the right of her sits Muscida, another female victor, she’s younger than Mags by a good twenty years. The next in line is Librae, she’s in her thirties. And the very last and recent victor is the only male that Four has had so far, and that’s Finnick Odair.

He broke the record for the youngest victor, previously it was fifteen, but he set it at fourteen. It’s going to be an impossible record to beat, since every thirteen year old that goes inside of an arena is dead within the first to third day. They never last past the first week.

Finnick’s the same age as you are. You used to be really good friends with him, since his family lived in the same neighborhood as you, and you went to the same school together. After he won, they all moved into Victor’s Village, and you never really had the same friendship as you did before.

You tried to be normal, for his sake. At school, you saw how everyone else was treating him and figured that he’d want things to go back to normal. You could see past his arena-self, considering he did what he had to in order to survive. You guess that he couldn’t handle it anyway, because eventually the two of you stopped talking, and then he stopped coming to school in general.

Despite now living in two different areas of District Four, you still manage to see him every year at the reaping. You can’t imagine what it’s like mentoring, especially since he had no choice when it comes to the job. The district requires one male and one female mentor. You think you’d go insane.

Briefly, Finnick looks up, and manages to catch your eyes. They’re gone in the same second.

Right as the big clock hits ten thirty, the mayor steps up to the podium to start giving the Dark Days speech. After hearing it so many times, you’re sure that you could recite this in your sleep without missing a beat. It’s the same speech, nothing changes to the script. You’re forced to stand here and listen to him drone about it.

And when he’s done, the Capitol escort steps up to the microphone. She’s dressed in bright colors, and has a wide grin on her face. You guys have had her for the past two years, you think you preferred the man before her. He was less peppy and seemed to realize the monstrosity he was committing by selecting children to fight to kill each other.

“Happy Hunger Games!” Her accent gives you a headache, “And may the odds be ever in your favor. We’ll start with ladies first.”

She wanders over to the girls’ glass bowl with thousands of slips inside of it. Only five of them should have your name on it. You suck in a breath between your teeth, holding it while she picks a slip from the middle. She holds it up in the air, a folded piece of white paper held shut by black tape. She then moves over to the microphone, shimmying her shoulders in excitement as she unfolds the paper.

She takes in a breath, a smile overcoming her face, “(Y/n) (L/n).”

You can feel the air leave your lungs, lips parting as you struggle to intake air. Somewhere out there behind the rope, you think you can hear your mother’s anguished scream. Several heads swivel to find you, hands balled into tight fists to distract from the jelly feeling in your legs.

Move.

You step out of the seventeen section and into the aisle, where the peacekeepers immediately come to your side to guide you to the stage. You press your lips together, head falling to look at your shoes, when you’re suddenly reminded of her gesture. You raise your chin and start down the path, trying to appear brave.

The Capitol escort’s got this smirk on her face, you look away from her and to the stairs, which feel almost impossible to take. One at a time, you’re raised until you’re on the same level as they are. She guides you next to the microphone, and you plant your feet there, eyes wide as you stare off into the crowd. A large sea of bodies, too many to fit in the square, so they fill the streets and alleyways nearby.

You take in deep breaths through your nose to contain the tears that want to take over your body. You don’t even realize she’s called the boy's name until she’s demanding that you two shake hands. You turn, and find a boy from the sixteen section. His hands are wet when you touch them, and he looks like he’s going to puke. 

The Panem anthem then plays, and as soon as it’s finished, you’re pushed to go inside of the Justice Building. They bring you to a vacant room, where you’re left to pace and wait for your family to come. You only had one more year of this until you were free, you just had to get reaped at seventeen.

The door swings open, and in comes your family, your mother rushing to hold you tightly. She squeezes the air out of you, letting out a quiet sob, “Why didn’t you tell me that your sister had a dream that you’d be reaped?”

“Because you’d react this way.” You murmur, hugging her back. Your dad comes over to stroke your hair. “It’s okay, mom.”

“You must be good.” She says, pulling away to hold your face, “You must show them that you’re wonderful. You can do that.”

“I can, because I learned from you.” You agree, “It’ll be alright.”

Your brother and sister wander over, both of them with tears in their eyes. You hug them tightly, promising that you’ll be home soon. The peacekeepers come back, telling you that your time with your family is up. Your mom insists on pressing a kiss to your forehead, the same with your dad, before they leave.

“You’ll be good.” She tells you, “Tell me that you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good, mom.”

It’s a few minutes before they take you and bring you to a car to transport you to the train station quickly. You chew on the inside of your cheek while staring at the window, continuing to take breaths to calm yourself. The station is crowded with reporters when you get there. You avoid the cameras and head inside of the train, where the doors shut behind you, and the train begins to move.

You let out the breath of air that you’ve been holding.

“Congratulations!” The escort says, you eye her warily.

“On what?” Your counterpart asks, “On our death sentence?”

A frown comes over the escort’s face. You can hear a familiar laugh, and he shows himself a second later. Finnick’s got this smirk on his face, “What did I tell you about congratulating the tributes? It’s insulting.”

“Regardless of what you think,” she suddenly hisses, “It’s required of me to do.”

Finnick raises his eyebrows, “Right. Why don’t you take Landon to his room?”

She presses her lips together, “Fine, let’s go you two—”

“No, I need a second with (Y/n). We need to talk.”

The way Finnick speaks is so much different from what you remember. He was never this direct with people, he had a tendency to beat around the bush to avoid hurting feels. It has something to do with the confrontation aspect of it, and he never wanted the drama of having a rivalry.

Now he seems like he doesn’t care. He stares at the escort, waiting for her to object, but she must think that it’s not worth it, because all she does is shake her head at him before leading Landon off.

He turns to you with a toothy smile, “I’m going to pay for that later.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” You laugh.

Without saying it out loud, the two of you gravitate for a hug at the same time. You squeeze him tightly, letting out a slight laugh. The last time you talked to him was three years ago. So much can change in such a short amount of time. You probably don’t even know him anymore.

“I just wanna say I’m sorry.” He begins, pulling away, “After the games—”

“I don’t blame you, Finnick. How can I?”

“I don’t know, we were close. We grew up together, I thought you’d be angrier.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I tried with the whole school thing, but no one treated me normally except for you. And I thought it would be enough but there was that one week where you got sick and I had to do it all alone. I couldn’t, I didn’t even make it through the week.”

“I know. You did what you had to do. And you seem to be doing better now than you were before, right?”

He nods, eyes falling to the carpet flooring, “Yeah, something like that. It sucks that it took you getting reaped for me to say something.”

“I’m happy you’re talking to me at all.” You tilt your head, “If you wanna make up for it, though, you’ll make sure that I’m set up to win.”

Finnick’s eyes meet yours, a mischievous grin crossing his face, “Oh, you have no idea the wonders I can work for you.”

[taters169]

The Tin drabbles

Bathing

Masterlist

@augusnippets day 2 platonic bathing / hair care / makeup

"Wait, go through that again, how does it work?" Asked Michael

"So this container up here has the water in, I've added an aquarium heater to keep it warm then this tube here goes down to the next shelf where your tub is and if you just turn this here you get hot water" Vince explained as he turned the small nozzle and water began to fill the makeshift bathtub.

"You're ridiculous you know that" said Michael with a smile "you didnt have to do all this, I was fine using the sink"

"I know but this way you don't have to wait for me at all you can do the whole thing yourself. And look when you're done you just lift this bit here and the water drains into the other tank down here"

Michael stepped forward and tried the small tap. Water instantly started flowing down to fill the container.

"Ok, this is incredible. I bet there's not many Borrowers out there with their very own bath tub"

"If it's not comfortable to lie in let me know and I'll try to find something else. To be honest I think I'm gonna save up for a 3D printer I've got loads of ideas of things we can design" said Vince "oh I almost forgot I got you these too" in his hand were three tiny jars "Shampoo, bubble bath and shower gel"

Michael looked in awe at the perfectly sized containers. He took the bubble bath one from Vinces hand and pulled out the cork taking a deep sniff.

"Right, out! I need to try this right now" Michael said shooing the giant away.

"Have fun" said Vince as he closed the little privacy curtain he'd installed around the tiny bathroom.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

4. shower

wow look it's another chapter!!! like... not that long after the last one, even! honestly I had the first 3 sections of this basically entirely written not long after finishing the last one, but eventually I decided I should probably do literally anything else for a while (hyperfocus is a real dick lol), and so I'm just now getting back to it. I thought this was gonna be on the shorter side, but it's about the same as the last one, around 1.3k! there's a pretty important reveal in this one...

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, conditioning, infected wounds, (severe) illness. As always, please let me know if there's anything else I need to tag.

[masterlist] [chapter three]

Vanessa��s never been particularly sensitive to scents—it’s a saving grace, in a mind where too much light or sound or texture can make her feel like she’s dying. But by the time the guy lying shaking on the seats behind her practically falls out of the taxi in front of her stoop, even she’s having a hard time with the smell coming off of him. Given how the driver peels away with all his windows down the second she pulls the last scrap of soiled newspaper from his backseat, it probably isn’t just her.

She turns back to the guy, for the first time finally alone with him. She’s too short to be used to talking down to people, but he’s hunched himself into that weird curled-up position again, so when she speaks it's aimed vaguely toward the top of his head. “Okay. First things first, we’re getting your ass in the shower,” she tells him. “And then we can deal with the effects of my questionable life decisions.” She pauses for a moment, considers. “Well. This one, anyway.”

There’s no way she’s getting him in through the front like this. Too many stairs, and too much dirt. The garden door will have to cut it. She motions for him to follow her down the alley, and he unfurls himself just enough to shuffle after her.

As soon as the shadows close in around them, she looks back over her shoulder. When she’s satisfied that no one can see them, she unclasps the collar from around his neck and tosses it, leash and all, into the garbage.

—

Vanessa can’t say she’s ever been grateful for the fact that her parents are insane enough to have a swimming pool in the basement of their New York fucking brownstone. Quite frankly, she still isn’t; they got the fucker installed when she was a kid and she screamed for so many days they finally packed her off to a hotel with her nanny of the week just to shut her up. Which they probably should have done in the first place, given that she was nine and there was a jackhammer in her fucking basement.

What she is grateful for now, though, is that the part of this floor that isn’t taken up by the pool—or the hot tub, or the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub—is a shower stall the size of her literal bedroom. Complete with benches, and removable showerheads, and, she’s hoping, everything else she could possibly need right now.

“In here,” she motions, and he drags himself onto the tiles. “I’d offer you the weirdly redundant multi-person bathtub, but you’ve barely been able to keep your head up all day and the last thing I need is to fucking drown a guy in my basement. Also no offense but you’re literally so dirty right now I’d have to drain the fucker the second you got in. After this you can have a bath whenever you want, if you’re into that sorta thing, but for right now you’re getting a damn rinse.”

—

Once he’s more or less situated on the built-in shower bench, propped up in the corner in hopes it’ll keep him from falling ass over, Vanessa gets to work, still fully clothed down to her chucks on the marble tile. She unhooks a showerhead and aims it at the drain while it warms up. “Is this okay?” she asks, pointing it at his feet, and he flinches sluggishly but doesn’t respond either way.

“I don’t know what that means, guy.” She tests the water again with her hand. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” she muses out loud. “It’s the same temperature I’d use for me, and fuck knows I’m… y’know, picky. So if you want it different you gotta tell me, okay.”

He doesn’t tell her shit. But he doesn’t flinch too much harder when she moves the stream of water up toward his knees, either, and she figures that’s the best she’s gonna get.

She leans over him and focuses the showerhead on his hair. It’s matted stiff as tree bark, the water barely able to permeate through the layers of filth. “Shit, I dunno man, your hair’s got so much crap in it. Not to mention it wouldn’t surprise me if that shelter gave you goddamn lice.” She shudders. “Might be better off just cutting it short.”

There’s a noise she barely registers as a gasp before his ice-pale eyes fly open and he clutches her arm, quicker than she’s seen him move by fucking light years. She jerks automatically out of his grip, dropping the showerhead in her alarm, but he fixes her with a lidless, panicky stare and the eye contact is so startling she’s frozen to the spot. “Please…” he wheezes, “don’t.”

“You fuckin’ what, dude?”

“Don’t… cut… my hair.”

She blinks, astonished. “That’s the first thing you’ve said all fucking day, isn’t it?” He doesn’t offer another. “Christ. Typical fuckin’ me not to notice.” She huffs quietly. “Well shit, dude, I guess if you give enough of a fuck to speak up about it it can stay. But so help me if I find a single fucking nit in there.”

He whimpers quietly, squeezing his eyes shut, but he doesn’t say another word.

—

Vanessa gingerly retrieves the showerhead from where it’s spattering up at the ceiling, along with an oversized lace bath pouf and a mostly-full bottle of body wash she’s pretty sure is fucking designer. If you could see me now, Mom, she thinks, squirting the gel at his left shoulder, the one closest to her. You… well, you probably still wouldn’t give a shit. 

She touches the pouf to his sullied skin as gently as she can, and she knows she’s not well-coordinated at the best of times but she really doesn’t feel like she deserves the choked-off sound he makes or the way he shrinks away from her when she makes contact. “Oh cmon, guy, look I know but you gotta let me get this shit off you, there’s no way it’s not fucking your shit up worse than it already is,” she cajoles, and whatever she’s said it makes something in his posture go slack and he rolls back toward her, opening himself to her touch. “Thanks, uh, I think,” she hedges, and begins to lather him up with slow, concentrative strokes. She flicks the shower back on, sluicing suds and dirt from his skin in equal measure.

"Ohhh, fucking yiiiiikes," Vanessa says softly.

With the first layer of filth washed away, Vanessa can see the far grimmer reality that’s been hidden underneath. Rows of jagged, infected gashes streak their way across his shoulder to his chest. The skin around them burns an angry red, the wounds themselves all but smothered in sickly whitish-yellow. What narrow swathes of skin remain intact are mottled purple, and now that she’s touching him, she can tell he’s just… way too much hotter than any person should ever be.

She lowers the temperature of the water and keeps washing him, afraid to look but needing to see. Each stroke only reveals more of the same. His chest and left shoulder seem to have gotten most of the worst of it, but there are stripes across his arm, his back, his stomach, deep gouges in his legs. She hasn’t tried to touch his face yet, but now that she knows what to look for she thinks she can even see a scratch or several across his cheek, trailing up into his hairline. Jesus fuck.

It all makes a sinister sort of sense now, she thinks: the shallow breathing, the shivers, the near-total lack of response. And here she thought he just had regular rescuee trauma.

“Fuck,” she breathes out quietly, as the realization creeps over her like ice.

There’s something really, really wrong with this guy.

-

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[thegamingcatmom]

Hey!!♥️😽 I see you haven't posted in a while I hope everything is going well!

I have a question. How do you think maggot mommy would react to their mate cuddling up to them in their sleep? Maybe because it's been a long time since they have had physical contact with an actual person, or because they are unconscious and it's just a natural response for them? Miss ya!

Okay so I kinda got carried away a bit so now there´s quite a lot leading up to the actual moment you´ve actually asked for - the grande finale, if you will - and I dunno I´m...sorry? I- 💀💀💀

BUT, first things first-

Why hello, dear nonny! 😽

Everything´s peachy! Life´s just been quite busy these past few months and it´s likely gonna remain that way for a little while longer. But all good things (hopefully)! 🤞🍀

Thank you for asking, that´s very sweet of you. ♥

And I hope things are going great for you as well! 🙏💚

NOW, let´s get to the juicy part. Hope yall are ready for a rather horny mf confused gremlin in this next installment of "Evil Dead Rise...but gayer":

Monsters

This is a direct follow-up to my last installment where Momma got half her face ripped off. Just so yall know where we currently are time-wise. ✌️

Oh, a fair warning: The tone of things might be beginning to...change from here. Just a smidge. 🤏😇

(Sidenote: I was mainly listening to this while writing. I've always been drawn to anything supernatural, and this song gives such otherworldly vibes, trying to lull you in while actually being quite sinister and tragic at the same time. 💔)

LET´S GO!

When you were little, your mother would sit with you every night, tuck you in, and tell you "bedtime stories" - stories that would haunt you for the rest of your childhood and well into your adolescent years. Crafted to keep you from getting into trouble, to make you behave by using a "weapon" that is as cliche as it is effective:

A monster.

There´s always a god damn monster somewhere.

"Do you know what will happen to your socks if you keep leaving them strewn about? The Sock Monster under your bed will snatch them up. One day, it might not be just the socks."

"Do you know what happens to children who stay in bed all day? The Monster in your closet will come out late at night when everyone is asleep to drag you out of the bed and into Closet Land."

"Do you know what happens to children who won´t wash themselves when told to? The Shower Monster behind the curtain will come out, grab you, and drag you down through the drain into the sewers."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly traumatised. At some point though, you managed to snap yourself out of those irrational fears, recognizing these stories for what they really were: Illusions. And you firmly believed in that up until a few weeks ago.

Until the day these "Bedtime stories" became more than just stories. They became your reality.

One of these... things is currently occupying the spot under your bed. Its eyes are unblinking, staring into nothingness. It´s emitting a clicking sound now and then but is otherwise as still as a statue... or so one might think. Its clawed hands are firmly embedded in the floor, its whole body poised, as if waiting for something.

Another thing has taken up residence in the closet. Its doors are cracked open just enough, allowing anyone stupid brave enough to wander into this room to see the eye staring back at them. There's no missing that bright, ominous glow. Nor the heavy breathing.

And then there's the thing in the adjacent bathroom, sitting—no—lounging in the bathtub. One leg out, foot propped up against the tap, the whole skin sporting a discolored look with darkish splotches that extend all the way up to the nails - causing them appear nearly black. One arm thrown over the edge, hand suspended in the air, drops of water dripping from tips that resemble more talons down onto the floor - the only sound in this room. The bathtub is filled with rather colorful water, and if one were to take a closer look, they could see bits and pieces of... something swimming in it, breaking the surface every now and then.

The curtain is open, giving burning eyes a clear view into the bedroom and to the bed where you are, dead to the world. Recent happenings finally took their toll, no doubt, causing you to pass out shortly after your head hit the pillow - a clean head at that, for once. Still a bit damp and slighty soaking the pillow. You couldn´t care less though - this is the best sleep you´ve gotten since...well, since everything went to absolute shit.

You still can´t believe you managed to wriggle your way out of that rather wet chokehold and into the bathtub. Can´t believe how easy it actually was. It was sort of a knee-jerk reaction on your part as well. Having absolutely had it with your demonic roommate mounting you, leaving its slobber all over you-

Your whole body had tensed, hands shot up from where they'd been hanging onto bony shoulders for dear life after that latest onslaught to grip a sunken face very tight indeed - nails digging not only into skin, but also muscles and tendons because, in your rage, you kinda forgot that thing was still missing half Its face. Fingertips hooking into an exposed jawbone to yank! It towards you, noses nearly touching, staring It down and right into Its soul, absolutely willing to throw caution to the wind if it meant getting your message across loud and clear, and, oh boy-

Loud and clear you were.

"FUCKING STOP USING ME AS YOUR FUCKING STRESS RELIEVER, YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASS PSYCHO BITCH!"

...

The silence that had followed was deafening, the only sound being your heavy breathing, and you feared you´d just signed your own death warrant. Well, so be it then. At least you were going down with dignitiy.

What you hadn´t expected, however, was the reaction that followed. Or, lack thereof.

The look of utter disbelief on Its face was priceless - the slow blinking being the only indication there was still some form of life within that decomposing body. But, more importantly, it had given you enough time to-

You had been eyeing that rather sharp-looking piece of wood from what used to be a dresser for quite a while earlier, poking out between Its rips, practically begging you to pull.

Using Its dumbfounded state to your advantage, your hand had released Its jawbone and reached down in a hurry, seizing that stake and ripping it out in one go, sending dark red blood spurting out of Its torso.

You hadn´t given It a chance to react, to even realize what was happening, before you had that stake burried deep in Its head - using the gaping wound on Its face to ram the wooden piece in and all the way up, sending parts of brain and skull flying.

It had taken a bit longer than you´d anticipated, considering you´d just impaled Its head on a spike, but, eventually, the desired effects kicked in:

Eyes were slowly dimming, losing their ominous glow, until milky orbs were staring back at you. The grip on you had loosened, a clawed hand ripped out of the wall, as Its body went slack, collapsing to the side like a sack of potatoes.

You had quickly picked yourself up off the floor, having learnt from your previous scissors-attempt that this wasn´t a permanent state but rather... hitting the snooze button. You had minutes, best use them wisely.

You hadn´t bothered looking for an escape, simply because there was none. You had checked. It´s what you do in your leisure time these days. What´s been keeping you from going insane.

With nothing else to do, you had then opted for the next best thing, which meant-

You were getting that bath at last.

So, here you are now. Having the best sleep in a long while, blissfully unaware of the many glowing eyes currently watching you, observing you, guarding you.

Carrying out Momma´s orders.

And Momma´s been a lot more careful about her pick this time around. Thoroughly weighing up her options before coming to a decision which one of these pathetic creatures would be assigned the duty, the honor, of watching over what is hers.

In the end, her choice had fallen on what she believed to be her most capable soldiers. She still wasn´t certain if, or rather, how much she had been influenced by that wretched echo she just can´t seem to get rid of. The cunt that had previously inhabited this shell - Ellie.

Because two of those titty-sucking parasites were, right in this moment, watching over her precious mate.

This time, there better be no incidents, or so help her.

It has to be said though...she hadn´t expected that.

You putting that toothpick through her head after she so passionately made you hers again, well, she couldn´t care less about that, really. As if something as trivial as that was enough to fatally injure her. As if you would want to, anyway.

As if you could.

In fact, her twisted mind was brought back to a moment quite similar, where you had grabbed those rusty scissors and plunged them right through her nose, making that pathetic shell shut down for a while, too weak to withstand even the smallest of nicks, apparently. Disgusting.

But how could she blame you for that, when what she´s been doing to you must´ve felt absolutely heavenly - you singing for her so sweetly, so overcome with the throes of passion you began trashing about, which had then ended in said scissors-incident.

So yes, Maggot Momma could absolutely understand you going feral for her.

What she was still trying to wrap her warped mind around, however, was your...temper tantrum. By now, she´s become used to your rebellious tendencies, finds them to be quite enticing most of the time. They make this game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing simply mouthwatering.

This time, though, it had seemed different. You had seemed different. Like you weren´t playing anymore.

For the first time since the entity had taken over this shell, It had felt something other than the need to conquer and tear and dominate and rip rip rip SLASH THEM ALL OPEN make them rot in hell-

She had been vibrating when the entity had resurrected this shell, trashing about, smashing her head against the wall over and over and over-

She had felt too much, yet not nearly enough. It was most confusing, overwhelming, frustrating - driving her wild.

Something was trying to push its way past the haze of insanity. Something that had made her pause in the first place, when you were having that temper tantrum - grabbing her, screaming at her, stabbing her-

Refusing her.

The fog, at least for the moment, had been lifted.

The vibrating had stopped.

She´d gotten up, pulling that stake out of her head as she went, and had made her way to you - body gone into autopilot. Finding you had been rather easy - she was able to sense you, smell you. Smell your fear and-

Your excitement.

Or rather, lack thereof. A most acrid smell.

Seeing as you had locked her out, again, she had made her way up and through the vent until she´d reached the opening, directly above the room you were currently occupying. She had crawled out and down the wall, until she was standing directly in front of the bed you were still resting on, looking so peacefully. So unlike this other version of you she´d witnessed not too long ago.

She liked you better like this. Like you were now.

Her darling Drama Queen.

So obedient.

So submissive.

So good for her.

There had been steam coming from the bathroom, carrying a delicious aroma, urging her to investigate. The bathtub was filled with pinkish water still - an indication that you had cleansed yourself off recent happenings.

Off her.

The iron smell permeating the air was so prominent, she could almost taste it, taste you - that scent of yours easily overpowering everything else, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Thickening the fog yet again.

She had stumbled towards it, coming to a stop right in front, before letting herself fall, face-first, into everything that is you.

That smell, my god-

She wants it everywhere every time all of it-

And, technically, she could. There was no need for her to come up for air, at least not for quite a while. And even if she were to drown, the entity would simply bring back this shell like It had many times before.

However-

There was that nagging again, pushing its way through the haze to remind her of the more pressing matters at hand. Of you. Currently resting right next door. Unsupervised.

She won´t have that. Especially after recent events.

So, a choice had to be made.

～You titty-sucking parasites better not disappoint Mommy.～

Seeing as they all worked as one, there had been no need to leave her current position, good. She had called upon them using their shared link - a hive mind, if you will. Seeing all, hearing all. Had seen and heard many souls that were rotting in hell now.

All in all, very convenient.

So, here she was now, observing you from her place in the bathtub. Burning eyes almost willing you to wake up so she can do-

Something.

She wasn´t quite sure what to do with you, to you, once you´d wake up.

It was driving her mad.

Your form started to twitch then, turning this way and that. You were murmuring something, too incoherent to understand.

You´ve always intrigued her, the monster in her, from the very moment you´d first set foot into her territory. Trespassing. Asking for a direct trip to hell.

And yet-

Something about you had made the entity pause back then. Just like now, when you were-

Refusing her.

She was on the move, her gaze never leaving your twitching form, using her grip on the bathtub to slide herself over and down the other side, remaining low on the ground as she crawled her way over to you, soaking the carpet.

A clawed hand closes around the foot of the bed, the other followed suit, pulling herself up and sitting down cross-legged, hands coming to rest on her knees. Watching you.

Observing you.

Trying to figure you out.

You were still talking, no more than a breeze though. Still mumbling utter nonsense. Sweat was starting to form on your slightly flushed face, indicating you were having a dream. Or a nightmare?

Her head was slowly tilting to one side.

"Hm."

She was torn. Torn about what to do with you and your sudden outburst. What to make of it.

What´s brought this on? What´s been going through that pretty head of yours, as you were shouting at her so passionately? Something she would´ve found quite flattering under different circumstances, would´ve felt very smug about it indeed, as it usually meant you were thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to you, eyes alight with desire.

This time though, your eyes were the darkest she´s ever seen them, staring her down, challenging her, defying her, tempting her to-

She´s gonna gouge those eyes right out and swallow them whole, sink her teeth into its throat and rip it open, dig her claws into that chest and tear out the thing that keeps this pathetic shell going, sending its resident to ROT in hell for all eternity for revolting against her, trying to DOMINATE her as if it COULD when it´s up against an ALPHA, against DIVINITY WHOSE JUDGEMENT WILL MAKE THEM ALL BURN IN THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL BY THE HANDS OF THE DARK ONES-

No-

The enitity is shaking Its head then, hitting it over and over and over, claws digging in, piercing skin and bone and ripping out strands of matted red hair as they went, lips pulling back to reveal a sharp set of teeth that´ve come together with a pop!, the heavy breathing being the only sound in this room as-

No.

Not you, never you, her mate, her angel, meant for her as she´s meant for you, brought together by fate, meant to rule together as one and deliver judgement where judgement is due-

Besides-

You´re her good girl, are you not? Surely that twisted mind of hers is misjudging things. You simply meant to spice things up a little, didn´t you? Naughty girl. Pretending to revolt against her, to try and dominate her, just to see how far she would let you take your little game. You wanted a reaction from her.

That´s what she chose to believe anyway, because-

Momma would absolutely detest having to remind you what it means to be a good girl.

Her long, slender form was slowly bending forward, stretching out and over your huddled figure, long claws tenderly moving along your covered body as she went, caressing you, almost.

Hands come to a stop on either side of your head, caging you in. The added weight made you sink deeper into the bed, but you remained fast asleep.

You also didn´t take any note of the wet hair brushing against your cheeks, surrounding you like a curtain, as her head bent further down, nose nearly touching yours.

Burning eyes willing you to wake up, yet again.

You couldn´t care less though, it seemed. Even going so far as to burry yourself deeper into the sheets, a soft sigh escaping you, the corners of your mouth just so lifting, making you look softer, like you´re most content-

Another look she hasn´t seen on you yet.

How utterly confusing today is turning out to be.

Were you mocking her? Was this yet another game of Play Pretend? Was she about to have her head impaled again? This waiting game was really starting to irk her-

"Mmph!"

She´s been so busy staring into your soul that she didn´t notice you actually doing something, your touch coming so unexpected, she nearly started hissing, about to sink her teeth into that arm-

The arm that´s currently thrown around her shoulders, keeping her close, squishing her face into the pillow, cheek to cheek-

Caging her in.

You were stronger than you looked.

And she was feeling utterly confused.

One of those clawed hands remained gripping the pillow for support, the other was hovering just above it, next to your head, as if it didn´t quite know what to do, where to be. Burning eyes were wide open, wildly flitting about - left, right, up, down, right, left - like they were looking for an exit.

Now, Maggot Momma doesn´t do panic. She´s the cause of it, she thrives on it, it´s her trademark. The only time she would ever admit to feeling something that loosely resembles panic was when her prey was about to escape her clutches.

Something that has yet to happen, ergo-

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she´s still not quite sure how to get herself out of her current predicament without waking you. If you woke up, that´d mean she´d have to do...something, and considering she doesn´t know what something is yet, she´d rather you play dead for a little while longer. But that still raises the question-

How to get out of that chokehold?

On the other hand, her body was already starting to tingle-

Seeing as her sight was currently limited, the hand still hovering next to you was cautiously starting to feel around, searching for your hand that was hanging off her shoulder somewhere. As soon as sharp tips made contact, they were dancing along your skin until they reached your wrist, fingers slowly starting wrap around-

"Ssss-!"

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she will admit this caught her slightly off guard. It is for this reason she did absolutely nothing to stop you from rolling over and into her, letting you treat her like a giant doll that you could handle as you pleased, how utterly mortifying, beneath her-

And yet, you´ve managed to come out on top.

You seemed quite content there, too. All of you is by far not enough to cover all of her, but you still tried - head burrying in her neck, arms wrapping around her middle, legs stretching and stretching-

...And stretching some more-

And yet, it´s still not enough. Adorable.

There you were now, clinging to her like a baby koala. And there she was, laying motionless aside from her hands hovering over your body. How utterly pathetic, letting herself be dominated like a bitch in heat, if The Dark Ones could see her now-

"Hmm..."

And yet...

As your angelic voice reached her ears, warm breath hitting her neck repeatedly in short puffs, she found that she couldn´t give a lesser fuck. She was divinity itself, and she did as she damn well pleased.

Clawed hands come to rest on your back then, one between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back, encasing you. Nose burrying itself in your hair, breathing you in. Once burning eyes - now dimmed to a soft glow - were starting to fall shut. Hips are not beginning to move, because-

For the first time since your arrival, the monster in her slumbered.

And she was right, after all-

You are still her good girl.

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Also, @riveliciousx, and anyone else who wants to know, some fun facts about Casa Discordia.

There was a large wooden sign out front that had been used to advertise it as being for rent. When we moved in, we did NOT remove the sign but, rather, painted over it and I painted on a decorative version of "Casa Discordia" facing the street. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to spell "Discordia" and, when I asked, was told "Dis-cord-i-a" which my raised-as-a-musician ass thought meant "Dischordia" I had to redo it.

The reason the house was called Casa Discordia was because the head of the house was a Discordian, as were several of the original members and, soon after moving in, we painted a giant golden apple on the hallway wall. Also of note was the sign above the door which read "New Sith Order" in the actual sith writing because hot damn did we love Star Wars.

One of the first nights we moved in, while we were still exploring the house, there was a massive thunderstorm outside. We were all trying to stay safe in the common room because there were still holes in the windows at that point which we hadn't boarded up yet. We were there, discussing Star Wars, when one of the guys, a fella named "Reverend Lucifer Cross" (nobody used their real names in this house) showed up holding a wooden box with a masking tape cross on it. "Look what I found!" he said gleefully. Monk, the house leader, pulled the lid off it and discovered it was an old case of shotgun shells, from back when they were still made of cardboard. Just then, lightning struck nearby and the lights went out for a moment. When they came back on, Monk stared at Rev and said "If the Zombie apocalypse begins because of this I'm blaming YOU."

Upon first exploring the house, we went into the basement. Down there, we found a bunch of diner booths (like you'd see in McDs in the 80s) a bar, a 60s style refrigerator, a painting of a demon on the wall, and a weird door in the back that was bolted and chained shut. Naturally, that was the door we went for. Taking the boards and chains off, we opened it.. and discovered what was literally a dungeon with chains hanging from the walls and a drain on the floor. It was giving off the worst energy any of us had ever felt in our lives and, yeah, we immediately closed the door, chained and boarded it shut again, and the door was never opened ever again.

There was an addition to the house that was a 2 story club room. It had blacklight paint all over the walls, diner booths in the balcony (like the ones downstairs), a DJ booth in the corner, and a large rack for a speaker system. It was called the Boom Boom Room, not because we named it that, but because it was spraypainted on the wall when we got there. Also, the one window was broken. (There were a fair number of those when we moved in.) We ended up setting it up that one of the light switches turned on the regular lights while the other lit the whole room up with blacklight. And then we had MMA fights in there.

The house IIRC had about 20 bedrooms and 20 bathrooms with damn near every bedroom having a bathroom attached to it, although some bedrooms shared a bathroom. Also, there was a common bathroom on both the first and second floor with the downstairs one having a bathtub in it (that was permanently welded shut in the drain) and not one but TWO shower stalls in the upstairs one. We also found a trap door in a crawl space on the third floor that opened into one of the second floor bedrooms. Supposedly, according to what we heard soon after moving in, the house was originally built as a BROTHEL way back in the day and had just never been torn down, only converted into a residence. Before us it had been a frat house. It came pre-installed with said trap door and dungeon, a broken pool table, bullet holes in the walls, and a dead bird that had flown THROUGH the one window and never escaped. Anyway, Casa Discordia was the most insane place I've ever lived in my life and I miss it every day, it was completely batshit but good GOD was it home.

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How To Choose Best Essentials for Bathroom

Choosing the best essentials for your bathroom is crucial for creating a functional, stylish, and relaxing space. Whether you’re remodeling your bathroom or just looking to upgrade a few items, understanding what to consider can help you make informed decisions. From bathtubs to shower doors and shower bases, here’s a comprehensive guide to help you select the best bathroom essentials.

1. Assess Your Space

Before diving into specifics, it’s essential to evaluate the size and layout of your bathroom. A small bathroom will have different needs than a spacious master suite. Measure the dimensions of the space to determine what types of fixtures will fit without overcrowding. Consider the flow of the room; ensure there’s enough space for doors to swing open and for people to move comfortably.

2. Bathtubs: Style and Functionality

Choosing the Right Bathtub

When it comes to bathtubs, you have a plethora of styles and materials to choose from. Consider the following factors:

Size and Shape: Freestanding tubs can serve as a focal point, while alcove tubs fit snugly between walls. If you have a smaller bathroom, consider a corner tub to maximize space.

Material: Common materials include acrylic, cast iron, and fiberglass. Acrylic is lightweight and easy to maintain, while cast iron offers durability and heat retention. Choose a material that fits your aesthetic and functional needs.

Style: From modern and minimalist to traditional clawfoot designs, the style of your bathtub should complement the overall decor of your bathroom.

3. Shower Doors: A Blend of Function and Design

Types of Shower Doors

Shower doors can greatly influence the aesthetics and functionality of your bathroom. Here are some key considerations:

Framed vs. Frameless: Framed doors are more budget-friendly and offer added stability, while frameless doors create a sleek, modern look that enhances the sense of space.

Sliding vs. Hinged: If space is limited, sliding doors are an excellent choice, as they don’t require clearance for opening. Hinged doors, however, can provide a more traditional look and are easier to clean.

Glass Types: Choose between clear, frosted, or textured glass. Clear glass opens up the space and showcases beautiful tiles, while frosted glass provides privacy without sacrificing light.

4. Shower Bases: Practicality Meets Style

Selecting the Right Shower Base

The shower base is another crucial component of your bathroom essentials. It sets the foundation for your shower and should be both functional and aesthetically pleasing:

Material: Common materials for shower bases include acrylic, ceramic, and stone. Acrylic is lightweight and easy to install, while ceramic and stone offer a more luxurious feel.

Size and Shape: Ensure the shower base fits your space and matches the overall design. Square and rectangular bases are common, but you might also find unique shapes that work well in corner setups.

Drain Placement: Consider the location of the drain when selecting your shower base. Some designs allow for a center drain, while others are better suited for off-center placements.

5. Storage Solutions: Organizing Your Essentials

Bathroom essentials aren’t limited to fixtures; storage plays a vital role in keeping your bathroom tidy. Here are some storage ideas:

Cabinets and Vanities: Invest in a stylish vanity with ample storage for towels, toiletries, and cleaning supplies. Wall-mounted cabinets can also save floor space while providing essential storage.

Shelving: Open shelving can add a modern touch and make essentials easily accessible. Use decorative baskets or bins to keep items organized and out of sight.

Over-the-Toilet Storage: If space is tight, consider over-the-toilet shelving units to maximize vertical space without taking up precious floor area.

6. Lighting: Setting the Mood

Proper lighting is crucial in the bathroom, impacting both functionality and ambiance. Consider the following:

Task Lighting: Install bright lights around mirrors for grooming tasks. LED lights are energy-efficient and provide excellent illumination.

Ambient Lighting: Soft overhead lights can create a relaxing atmosphere, especially if you enjoy long baths. Consider dimmers to adjust brightness based on your needs.

Accent Lighting: Highlight architectural features or decor with accent lights, such as sconces or recessed lighting.

7. Final Touches: Accessories and Decor

Once you’ve selected your major bathroom essentials, it’s time to add personal touches:

Towels and Mats: Invest in high-quality towels and bath mats that not only feel luxurious but also complement your color scheme.

Decorative Items: Incorporate art, plants, or decorative jars to add personality to the space.

Essential Oils or Candles: For a spa-like experience, consider using essential oils or scented candles to create a soothing atmosphere.

Conclusion

Choosing the best bathroom essentials involves careful consideration of space, style, and functionality. By assessing your needs and preferences, from bathtubs and shower doors to shower bases and storage solutions, you can create a bathroom that meets your lifestyle while reflecting your personal style. Investing in quality essentials will not only enhance the beauty of your bathroom but also improve its functionality for years to come.

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Blocked drains are a common plumbing issue that can cause significant inconvenience and damage if not addressed promptly. Understanding the typical causes of blockages and how to prevent them can save homeowners from costly repairs and potential health hazards.

1. Grease and Fat Buildup: One of the leading culprits of blocked drains is the buildup of grease and fat. When fats and oils from cooking are poured down the sink, they solidify and cling to the inside of pipes. Over time, this accumulation narrows the pipe and restricts the flow of water, leading to blockages. To prevent this, avoid pouring grease down the drain and use a grease trap or container to dispose of cooking fats.

2. Hair and Soap Scum: In bathroom drains, hair and soap scum are common causes of blockages. Hair can easily accumulate in drain traps and mix with soap scum, creating a dense clog. Using drain guards or hair catchers can significantly reduce hair buildup, and periodic cleaning of the drain can help prevent soap scum from accumulating.

3. Foreign Objects: Toilets and sinks are sometimes subject to clogs caused by foreign objects like sanitary products, wipes, and toys. These items do not break down easily and can cause severe blockages. Educate all household members on proper disposal methods and keep foreign objects away from drains.

4. Tree Roots: In some cases, tree roots can invade underground pipes, causing blockages as they grow and spread. Regular inspections of your plumbing system and the installation of root barriers can help prevent this issue.

5. Pipe Corrosion and Damage: Over time, pipes can corrode or become damaged, leading to restricted flow and blockages. Regular maintenance and timely repairs can prevent these problems. If you notice signs of pipe damage, such as leaks or slow drainage, consult a professional plumber.

Preventative Measures:

Regular Maintenance: Schedule regular inspections and maintenance for your plumbing system. Professional plumbers can identify and address potential issues before they become major problems.

Proper Disposal: Dispose of grease, fats, and non-flushable items correctly. Use strainers in sinks and bathtubs to catch hair and debris.

Tree Management: Be mindful of tree placement and root growth near plumbing pipes. Consider professional advice on managing tree roots to avoid interference with your plumbing system.

By being aware of these common causes and implementing preventive measures, you can maintain smooth and efficient drainage in your home. If you experience persistent issues or need professional assistance, contact a reliable plumber to address your concerns. For reliable and expert help with blocked drains, consider reaching out to a trusted service provider in the area, like those offering solutions for Blocked Drains Brisbane.

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Complete Shower Installation Guide: Types, Maintenance, and Expert

What is a Shower?

Shower is a bathroom fixture that directs water over a person for washing. Showers, as opposed to bathtubs, offer a constant spray of water with temperature and pressure adjustments from a nozzle or showerhead. They can be simple with basic controls or elaborate with multiple heads, adjustable settings, and digital interfaces.

Types of Showers

Electric Showers: Electric showers heat water instantly, making them energy-efficient and suitable for homes without a hot water supply. They are easy to install but may not provide as strong a water flow as other types.

Mixer Showers: Mixer showers blend hot and cold water from your plumbing system to achieve the desired temperature. They often provide a stronger water flow than electric showers and can be connected to a shower pump for even better pressure.

Power Showers: Power showers are similar to showers mixer but include a built-in pump to boost water pressure. They are ideal for homes with low water pressure and provide a more robust showering experience.

Digital Showers: Digital showers offer precise temperature control through a digital interface, often with the ability to pre-set temperatures and flow rates. Some models can be controlled via smartphone apps, providing a modern, convenient showering experience.

Thermostatic Showers: These showers maintain a constant water temperature, even if water pressure fluctuates elsewhere in the home. They are a safe choice for families, as they reduce the risk of sudden temperature changes that could cause scalding.

Eco Showers: Eco showers are designed to conserve water while still providing a satisfying showering experience. They use aerated showerheads or flow restrictors to reduce water usage without compromising performance.

How Much Does It Cost to Install a New Shower?

The expense of install in a new shower can differ greatly, depending on the kind of shower, how complicated the installation is, and where you live. A few factors that influence the cost are as follows:

Shower Model: The cost of the shower itself can go from about $150 for a simple electric shower to over $2,000 for a high-end digital or thermostatic shower with a lot of features.

Installation: The price of the installation varies based on how complex the task is. Putting in a new shower in a place where there wasn't one before might cost more than just replacing an old one. Installation usually costs between $500 and $2,000.

Plumbing and Electrical: If your project needs a lot of plumbing or electrical work, like moving pipes or improving your electrical system, this could add hundreds of dollars to the total cost.

Extra Features: Features such as a shower pump, several showerheads, or special tiles can make the price go up a lot.

Worker Fees: The fees for workers can change based on where you are and how skilled the worker is. On average, workers charge between $80 and $120 per hour.

Taking all these things into account, the total price for a new shower can be anywhere from $1,000 to $5,000 or more, depending on the details of your project.

How to Install a Shower

Getting Started:

Shut Off the Water: Before you start any work, make sure to shut off the water supply to the bathroom. Take Out Old Fixtures: If you're putting in a new shower, take out the old showerhead, faucet, and any other parts. Clean the Area: Make sure the place where you're putting in the shower is tidy and free of any trash. Fix any holes or damage to the walls or floor if necessary.

Putting It Together:

Put in the Shower Base: If your shower has a base that's separate, put it in the right spot and make sure it's tight according to the instructions from the maker. Put Up the Shower Walls: Stick the shower walls to the frame, making sure they're straight and firmly in place. Use waterproof glue to fix any gaps. Link the Water Lines: Join the water lines to the showerhead, faucet, and drain. This might need a professional plumber. Put in the Shower Door: If your shower has a door, follow the guide from the maker to put it in place. Check that the door is straight and firmly in place. Apply Sealant and Caulk: Use waterproof glue and caulk to cover the shower's edges to keep water from getting in.

Adding the Final Touches:

Check the Shower: Turn the water back on and check the shower to make sure there are no leaks and everything works right. Clean Up: Get rid of any trash and make sure the shower area is spotless.

Installation Duration for Showers Varies Based on Complexity

The duration for installing a shower varies based on how complex the task is. A simple replacement might only take one to two days, whereas more intricate projects that include plumbing or major structural modifications could take anywhere from a few days to a week.

How to Clean and Maintain a Shower

In general, shower installations or replacements do not usually need planning permission. However, if the project involves major structural alterations or additions to your property, you might be required to adhere to local building codes. It's important to consult with your local government to ensure you're following all necessary regulations.

Cleaning Schedule: Keep your shower clean regularly to avoid soap scum, mold, and mildew accumulation. Utilize a gentle cleaner and a soft cloth or sponge.

Check for Leaks: Regularly examine the shower area for any leak signs around the showerhead, leak faucet, and drain. Address any leaks right once to prevent water damage.

Preserve Grout and Caulk: Inspect the grout and caulk around your shower for cracks or gaps. Reapply grout and caulk as necessary to ensure a watertight barrier.

Use a Squeegee: Squeegee the extra water out of the door and walls after every shower. This action helps prevent the formation of water spots and mildew.

Clean Showerheads: Over time, mineral deposits can accumulate in your showerhead, impacting water flow. Remove the showerhead and immerse it in vinegar to dissolve mineral deposits.

Shower Repairs

Typical shower repairs involve fixing leaks, clearing drains, and replacing faulty fixtures. For major issues like water pressure problems or structural damage, it's recommended to seek professional help.

Questions to Ask a Shower Installation Expert

Is licensed and insured? Ensure the expert possesses the required certifications and insurance. What is your background in shower installations? Look for experts with relevant experience. Can you provide references? Review feedback from past clients to assess their dependability and the quality of their work. What is the projected cost? Request a comprehensive quote that includes labor, materials, and any extra expenses. What is the expected duration of the project? Understand the installation timeline and any potential hold-ups. Do you offer a warranty? A warranty on both labor and materials offers reassurance.

FAQs

Q: Is it necessary to hire a plumber for a shower installation? A: While some installations might be do-it-yourself, it's advisable to consult a licensed plumber for any plumbing-related modifications.

Q: How can I boost the water flow in my shower? A: You might consider installing a shower pump, cleaning the showerhead, or switching to a high-pressure shower system for improved water flow.

Q: Is it possible to install a shower over an existing bathtub? A: Absolutely, many people opt for shower-tub combinations for their flexibility and space-saving benefits.

Q: How frequently should I clean my shower? A: Cleaning your shower should be done at least once a week to prevent mildew, mold, and soap scum buildup.

Q: Which shower type is the most water-efficient? A: Eco showers are engineered to save water while still delivering a satisfying shower experience.

Q: Can I put in a digital shower by myself? A: Digital showers typically require the expertise of a professional due to their complexity and the need for precise plumbing and electrical work.

Q: What measures can I take to prevent mold in my shower? A: Regular cleaning, using a squeegee, and ensuring adequate ventilation can help in preventing mold growth.

Conclusion

Installing or replacing a shower is a significant investment in the comfort and value of your home. Whether you're looking to update the design, enhance efficiency, or fix any issues, understanding the process and knowing when to seek professional help can simplify and ensure the success of your project. By adhering to the guidelines provided in this guide, you can be confident that your new shower will fulfill your requirements and improve your bathroom. For expert support, Urban Gaffa connects you with skilled professionals who can offer top-notch shower installation and replacement services, guaranteeing that your shower project is executed to the highest standards.

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Bathroom Plumbing Accessories: Essential Components for a Functional Space

When it comes to designing a functional and stylish bathroom, plumbing accessories play a crucial role. They not only add aesthetic appeal but also enhance the functionality and convenience of your bathroom space. From essential fittings to decorative accents, bathroom plumbing accessories can make a significant difference in your daily routine. In this article, we will explore various bathroom plumbing accessories, their importance, and how they can transform your bathroom into a comfortable and efficient space.

Faucets

Faucets are one of the most visible and frequently used plumbing accessories in a bathroom. They come in a variety of styles, materials, and finishes to complement your bathroom’s design. From classic to contemporary, the right faucet can serve as a statement piece. When choosing a faucet, consider factors like water efficiency, ease of use, and compatibility with your sink or bathtub.

Some popular finishes include chrome, brushed nickel, and matte black, each offering its unique charm and functionality. Modern faucets often incorporate technology to enhance user experience, such as touchless operation or water-saving features, which are not only convenient but also environmentally friendly.

Showerheads

Showerheads are another essential component of bathroom plumbing. With a variety of options available, including rain showers, handheld showers, and multi-function showerheads, you can customize your bathing experience to suit your preferences.

Rain showerheads provide a luxurious spa-like experience, while handheld showers offer flexibility and ease of use, especially for families with children or pets. Multi-function showerheads allow users to switch between different spray patterns, providing a versatile showering experience. Look for showerheads with water-saving features that can help reduce water consumption without sacrificing performance.

Towel Bars and Racks

Towel bars and racks may not seem like essential plumbing accessories, but they are crucial for maintaining a tidy and organized bathroom. These accessories provide a convenient place to hang and dry towels, ensuring they are always within reach. Available in various styles and finishes, towel bars and racks can complement your bathroom’s decor while providing practical storage solutions.

Consider installing heated towel racks for added luxury and comfort, especially during the colder months. These racks not only warm your towels but also help reduce humidity in the bathroom, preventing the growth of mold and mildew.

Toilet Fixtures

Toilets are a cornerstone of bathroom plumbing, and choosing the right one can impact your bathroom’s overall efficiency. Modern toilets come with features like dual flush systems, which help conserve water by offering different flush options for liquid and solid waste. Additionally, consider investing in a toilet with a sleek design and a comfortable seat height for a more ergonomic experience.

Accessories such as toilet paper holders and bidet attachments can further enhance the functionality and hygiene of your bathroom. Bidets, in particular, are gaining popularity for their ability to provide a more thorough and eco-friendly cleaning option.

Sink Accessories

Sink accessories, such as soap dispensers, toothbrush holders, and drain stoppers, are small details that contribute to the overall functionality and organization of your bathroom. Built-in soap dispensers offer a clutter-free countertop, while toothbrush holders keep your oral hygiene products neatly arranged.

Consider using a pop-up drain stopper for added convenience, as they can be easily opened and closed with a simple push. These accessories, although small, can significantly enhance the efficiency and aesthetics of your bathroom sink area.

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