draining sink

  • you: how was moana?
  • me: it boosted my immune system, cured my depression, and fixed the drain in my bathroom sink
  • you: ok, i was just--
  • me: it planted a small but robust tree in my soul.

Funny story: I promised myself this go ‘round that I was under no circumstances going to analyze the Holby City: Winter Trailer.  At all. I was going to be very mature and watch the Trailer one time like all the normal people in the GA general audience who have watched it the way it was meant to be viewed. Once.  And that was going to to be that.

Apparently the actual, literal translation of I’m not going to analyze the Holby City Winter Trailer this time around is: Imma gonna watch that sucker 75 times, backwards and forwards, in slow motion, frame by frame, screenshot Serena’s scenes, catalogue and label blouses, earrings, hair-line and makeup, cross reference with spoilers and official synopses and a preview video to come up with some ideas.  Forget one theory. I’ve got six. I could blame @nicolaruth27 because she tagged me this morning and asked for some CSI level investigation, but that would be unfair as we all know I would have done this anyway.  In any case I’m shoving it all under a read-more, mostly to save my six, I can’t believe you’re hanging in you precious people followers who don’t watch Holby City and obsess over Serena and Bernie and anyone else in the tag who simply like to watch the pretty gifs and have no use for the rambling prognostications of the obsessed theories.

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Lush bars are creating gardens in people’s showers

Lush Cosmetics has done it again: A product that can unintentionally turn your bathtub into a jungle. For real. Over the summer, customers using Lush’s Wiccy Magic Muscles, a pain-relieving massaging bar, started realizing that little plants were growing in their bathtub and sink drains after using the product. Some are saying those customers are using the bar wrong.

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Red Water

Forgive me for I have sinned.

Dolls, guess who just fell into the widowreaper trash bin? And apparently I’m dragging others down with me?? I’m so sorry. Help my soul.

I’m working on some Gency fics, but for now here’s some trash.


Widowreapr. Oneshot. Fluff. Blood. Angst.

The mission was successful, and Widowmaker needs to get to her bathtub.

Those things don’t normally connect, but they do at the Talon Base. When a mission is successful, bullets are fired. When bullets are fired, someone gets hurt. When someone gets hurt, that gives the opening for someone getting killed. When someone gets killed, blood splatters. Splatter that’s usually heavy and dark, and hard to get all down a little sink drain.

Widowmaker goes to her personal sleeping quarters, slipping into her bathroom. The bathtub is large and wide, white. It’s easy to see the difference between water and blood as they slowly mix.

She takes her helmet off first, using a rag to scrub off flakes of rusty colored blood. She finishes with it quickly, placing it carefully on the ground. Next, she does her neck, down her chest, the red staining pale blue. She gets it cleared, but her hair is another matter. The long midnight blue strands are stained with dark patches, and she can’t seem to get it all out. Feeling the slightest spark of… annoyance at this inconvenience, she snatches her small communicator and signals to Reaper.

He appears a few minutes later, all in his dark and gloomy form.

“What?” He growls.

“The blood is staining my hair.” Widowmaker tells him, standing beside the startling red water in the tub. “You need to get it out.”

The dark form is silent for a moment, his mask tilting ever so slightly to the side. Widowmaker doesn’t change her expression, simply waiting for his answer.

“How am I supposed to help?” He says in low tone.

“One moment, mon cher.” Widowmaker speaks, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Crossing her legs, and lifting on foot up. Gracefully unbuckling her right boot, she’s about to slip it off when she halts at his voice.

“Wait,” He grumbles, his dark voice quiet. He kneels down beside her, and she watches him with her tilted slightly back, as if waiting for him to lung at her eyes. Then, his claws grip the bottom of her armored boot and slips it off her slender leg.

There’s that spark again, but she can’t put a name to it as she switches her crossed position, putting her left foot up without a sound. Reaper undoes the straps on this one carefully with his sharp fingers before once again gently slipping it off her foot.

She glances at him warily, but his mask gives nothing away as he shifts aside. She slips her own socks off, before stepping into the tub. The water immediately taking her in as it soaks into her suit. It’s warm she supposes, but everything feels warm to her, sometimes too hot. She doesn’t care about her suit, they’ll have a new one ready for her anyways. She brings her knees into her chest, but tilts her head back. Her hands reaching up at the ponytail holder as she feels the tips of her midnight blue hair dip into the red stained water. In one swift motion, she slips the holder off, water splashing as her hair flicks it up.

“Just get the blood out.” Widowmaker instructs, finally letting her head drop and waiting for Reaper.

He shifts, and she hears cloth move as he takes off his gloves. He places them on the floor, showing off his dark and swirling mass that serves as palms and fingers. The claws still there.

Water douses against her scalp, and her head becomes heavier as her hair takes in the water. Gently, as if weaving a feather through her locks, she feels sharp points press against her scalp, but it never becomes painful. The points drag downwards, and repeat the process. Bit by bit, the water gets darker and dirty. Dried flakes and even liquid patches of red staining the water. There’s the set splashing of water softly against her hair, and then the sharp points that never hurt. Again and Again. The feeling she figured one could call relaxing. She thinks that having people touch one’s hair is personal, and very comforting. She’s not entirely sure. She doesn’t feel that.

There’s suddenly a sharp tug against her scalp, and she sucks in a quick breath. The pain catching her off guard. Reaper must have caught a claw in a knot in her hair. She doesn’t say anything, figured he’d do the same and move on, but something happens. For one brief moment, she feels his claws, laying gently against the nape of her neck. Her hair tickling as it serves as the only barrier between her skin and Reaper’s sharp fingertips.

There’s a spark inside her chest, and then it’s gone. Maybe it’s because the gesture could be consider comforting, or even apologetic, but it disappears just like the spark. The washing motion continuing this time undisturbed.

When the red water stops getting darker, the sharp points disappear. There’s a soft grunt that signals he’s finished. Widowmaker stands up, water dripping off her suit and hair. The splashing liquid sounding like her own personal waterfall, coming off her own cliff. Reaper is silence behind the mask, watching the work of nature of water and body.

Je te remercie.” She says, “That is all that needs to be gone, you may go.”

He stands there for another moment, and Widowmaker tries to see through that skull like mask and see what could possibly be playing out on his facial features. People are easy to read and guess their thoughts if you can see their face. Emotions always give it away. His mask hides so much more than others could possible know, but Widowmaker does, and she doesn’t mind it at all.

She looks down, remembering his gloves. Stepping out of the bathtub, water splashes everyway and drips down her legs to the floor. She doesn’t notice the mess, just thinking that he shouldn’t forget his gloves.

She bends down and picks them up, the heavy black cloth familiar. She holds them out to the dark form, waiting for the dark swirling masses to take them. He stares at her for a moment, and she feels his gaze looking into her irises. Then, the connect breaks and he takes his gloves carefully between his claws. With his other hand, he softly tosses a towel that Widowmaker easily catches. She looks down at it, wondering why he bothered giving this to her when she could have easily reached and got it herself. She raises her head, lips parted to speak but there’s no one standing in her bathroom but her now.

Her brow furrows for the slightest moment at this, but pushes it in the back of her mind as she sets to drying herself off.

This is like the 6th time this has happened in 3 months!

This is a story called I NEED TO BUY A FUCKING STRAINER! 

Me taking my pot of noodles to the sink to drain it: Imma just drain these

House mate: I need to call my mum but I want to see this first, don’t drop it in the sink now

Me, smug as all fuck, holding the lid and tipping the pot upside down so the water drains through the hole: Not this time, I have a technique!

Satan: Nah bitch, that ain’t happening! Dance for me jester!

Lid: *opens a little to let ALL THE FUCKING NOODLES out*

Housemate: *Falls to the floor and laughs until shes crying*

Me: *faceplants the floor* In answer to the question how done am i… the answer is PRETTY FUCKING DONE! 

Late Dinner.

Description: Your boyfriend of two years, couldn’t even remember a simple dinner.

Type: Slight (not even cause i suck at it) angst, mostly smut.


The bubbly suds coated your wrists as you dunked your hands in the hot water again, letting it burn your skin lightly as you scrubbed harshly over the dishes. Dishes that had once held a meal you had slaved over, cups once filled with wine, now all submerged deep in water. You swished your hand in the water in an attempt to grasp another dish, and suddenly you were met with a harsh pang that hit your palm, your face contouring into one of discomfort as you pulled your hand to the surface, seeing it adorned with a medium sized cut from a stray knife in the sink. Grabbing a dry towel from the drawer, you tightly wrapped it around your hand, pressing it directly against the wound, hoping to stop any more blood flow, before pulling out the drain from the sink and turning around, hand still firmly wrapped.
You sat against the counter as the last of the water drained from the sink and the pain from your hand subsided, and likened to a dull throb, and glanced at the the clock above your stove. 3 hours late, with 0 texts, calls, voicemails, emails, or anything to notify you of your boyfriend Kyungsoo’s absence.

You had waited, legs crossed, wafting in the delightful heat the meals warmth had given off, adorned in a tight black dress, with a small smile gracing you face earlier in the night. But as the few minutes progressed, into hours, and the meal had gone cold, your blood boiled instead, rage filling you inside to know that even after 2 years of dating, Kyungsoo couldn’t even remember one simple dinner.

Shaking your head softly, you laughed a little at yourself as you made your way to your bedroom, remembering the last conversation you had had with him.

‘Y/n, I’ll make it to dinner. I know I haven’t been keeping up with my duties as a boyfriend lately, but I promise, I will be there.’

You chucked off your heels and began pulling the straps of your dress off your shoulders as you recalled how easily you had fell for his empty promise.

'Okay, be home no later than 8 okay? It can just be us tonight.’

Shaking your hair out, and throwing on an old large sleeping t shirt, adorned with a sequined Minnie Mouse, not bothering to even take off your makeup, you collapsed into your now dark room, before grasping your lifeless phone and harshly typing a few words to your boyfriend.

'Thanks for making it to dinner! Love when we have times like this together.’

And so feeling sorry for yourself, and angry at him and the whole world, you wrapped yourself in a blanket and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to feel too childish about the tears beginning to stream down your face.

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Groggily opening your eyes, still coated with mascara, you felt across your silky bed for your phone, eyes squinting at the bright light that emitted from it, eyes squinting at the fact that you still had no reply from kyungsoo.

Sighing loudly, you pushed yourself off of the bed, and placed you feet on the cool wood that coated your bedroom floor. Rotating your neck, you let out a small moan as the bones popped lightly, as you moved your legs to stand up, before a small pop caught your attention.

Scrunching your eyebrows, your mouth slid open as you heard small footsteps shuffle their way to your bedroom. A small light illuminating the room.

Cautiously, you watched as the person you most expected, but didn’t want to see, stood inside your doorway, sheepishly standing with two glasses of wine, and a small box, his wide eyes filled with regret.

“Y/n.” Was all that left kyungsoo’s lips, and your gaze hardened at him, determined to not let yourself be swayed from anger by his buttery voice.

He picked up his feet and shuffled closer to you, his brows furrowed as he placed the wine on the dresser, his fingers tightening around the box as he maintained his stare with you, your ice cold gaze never wavering.

Unfortunately, you let your gaze slip as you saw his large, solid hands rush to open the box he had been holding, small glimmers sparkling in your eyes as the bracelet was revealed to you. Your mouth fell open slightly as you marveled at its beauty, momentarily forgetting your plight of anger. Kyungsoo sensed this, and smiled softly at what he thought was his easy victory.
You came too though, and tore your eyes away from the shine, as you returned to your cold gaze, kyungsoo’s face falling as he watched in confusion as you grasped the covers again, and rotated your body, falling back into the bed and squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t going to give in that easily, if he thought jewelry would fix his tardiness, he was wrong.

You heard a large sigh come from behind your back, and the slight slam of something hit the wood dresser. You smirked, petty as it was, you wanted Kyungsoo frustrated.

The bed dipped behind you as you let out a small gasp, kyungsoo’s warm hands grabbing at your shoulders, flinging you on your back roughly to look at him, his dim eyes now a little ablaze.

“Why are you so stubborn?” He pressed you, his arms wrapping around yours.

Your eyebrows dipped in anger at his words, your hands coming up to push him away.

“Stubborn? Me? I’m not stubborn. I’m angry.” With the last word uttered, you pushed at him again, hoping to get your point across as Kyungsoo stared down at your face. Makeup slightly smeared, lips red from gnawing at them from the rage, and cheeks flushed, due to kyungsoo’s proximity towards you.

Wide and angry eyed, you stared up at Kyungsoo, waiting for him to fire something at you, preparing for an argument.
But then, something sparkled in his eyes the way yours had when you saw the bracelet, and you internally tightened, that look was no good on him.

You raised your hands to his shoulders as Kyungsoo dipped to catch your lips, your stomach heating up involuntarily as his hands grasped harshly at your sides, his lips catching yours with a small bite that made you yelp in surprise.

'Remember, you’re angry.’

“K-kyungsoo, get o-off of me..” You loudly whispered, desperately trying to keep up the angry facade you had felt fading since his appearance.

Turning your face to the side, you regretted it as his mouth in turn licked his way to your ear, his hot breath hitting the shell of it as he whispered things back to you.

“Mmm, you really want me off, y/n?” His hands wandered across the tops of your stomach.
“You want me to leave?” Warm fingertips slid up your shirt, his slightly jagged nails tingling you as he scraped back down.
“You want me to stop touching you, so you can stay angry?” His mouth pulled at the tender skin of your neck, your eyes slipping closed as you couldn’t focus on anything but his hands anymore, you couldn’t even remember why you wanted to stay angry, you wanted him.

Turning your face to catch his lips again, his warm hands slipped up to grab at your cheeks, bringing your eyes to lock with his. His mouth wet from the sloppy kisses he had been leaving down your neck.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said, before you felt his lips against yours again, and you felt the familiar warm bubble of pleasure start to build in your stomach. You pushed up against his mouth, trying to swallow as much as you could of him, before his pulled you up, and sat you up against the headboard.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again, his hands grabbing the sides of your large tee as he yanked it up, ruffling your hair as he slipped it off. Your eyes staring like a guppy at his glistening stomach, after he took his own shirt off.
He looked at you again, his eyes bright, before he dipped in to shower your chest with kisses, your eyes widening at the image of him enveloping your breasts, your core pulsing more as his teeth bit lightly around your nipple, his hands caressing the sides of your hips, playing with the fray of your pink underwear.

He pulled up again, to your disappointment, as he stared at you again, his eyes glinting with what seemed like encouragement. Trying to get up and unbuckle his belt, you felt his arms push you back against the headboard. With a stern look on his face, but a heartfelt chuckle left his mouth at your questioning expression.

“That’s not why I was looking at you-” his fingers dipped even harsher in your hips, as he pinched your sides, looping his finger through your underwear. “Can I?”

Nodding eagerly, you felt the cool air hit you as he discarded your panties and began to kiss down your body, your legs crossing and uncrossing nervously before he got between your them, and he pushed them apart, but held them steady. His mouth opened a bit as he stared at your exposed self, the heat emanating from you and his cool breath hitting it causing you to shiver.

“Holy shit, y/n, you’re so…”
And before he could even finish his sentence, he began to suck hard on the side of your thighs, you hands twitching as one came up to clutch at your hair.
You let out a small whimper as Kyungsoo turned his face, so he was directly Facing your heat. His tongue traced small patters on your labia, your mouth opening and closing at the pleasure.

Your eyes still closed slightly as you gazed at him, his arms pushed you a little wider open, as he began to bury his face inside of you. A high pitched moan fell out your wet mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut then, kyungsoo’s warm tongue swirling around your clit, his fingers tracing patterns inside your thighs.
“Mmm, you taste so good, y/n.” He whispered, his tongue dipping again and again inside of you, your breathing becoming ragged.

“M-maybe because you-ah, didn’t have any dinn-ner-” you moaned out, a small smile gracing your face before it disappeared, as kyungsoo’s mouth was suddenly on your neck and his fingers were slipping in and out of you.

“You always have something smart to say, don’t you?” He growled, his pace increasing as he curled his fingers inside of you, the skin on your neck tinged red from the stress his teeth had caused.
You cried out in pleasure as he spit on his fingers before plunging back in with 3, your walls clenching around him from pleasure, before suddenly his hand was gone, and you opened your eyes in a flurry, happy once again to see himself lining up at your entrance, you not completely sure when or how he stripped his jeans off.
“Next time,” he began, his hands gripping your ass as he pulled you closer, his mouth dipping in the crook of your neck. You felt his cock rub up against your clit as he slowly rocked, and you began to pant softly.
“Next time, don’t talk if you’re gonna poke fun at me.”
Then you saw stars as you clutched your eyes shut, your moans and his grunts mixing in with the silence of the room and the smooth slap of skin as he drilled into you, his mouth biting and licking wherever he could reach. He continuously hit up into you, beads of sweat coating both your foreheads as he whispered soft things to you and took you to heaven.
His hands were going to leave marks on your ass, and his tongue was already leaving small bruising marks across your body, and before you knew it, you felt the tight coil that had been building up start to release.
“K-Kyungsoo, I’m-I’m gonna come, oh-” you moaned louder, turning your head from side to side in pleasure.

“I know, I can feel it, come for me, come on, you like my cock this deep don’t you? Then come for me.”

And almost as if on cue, your orgasm hit you in one gigantic wave, the pleasure causing your body to go limp and mind to go blank, you didn’t even remember Kyungsoo coming with you, only coming down from the high as you felt him pull out, and lay next to you, chest heaving.

It took all the power you had to turn and look at him, his eyes closed, before one opened up and looked at your rosy face, and you began to laugh softly.

His plump lips and cheeks folded into themselves as he began to laugh along too, turning with your body as he snuggled against you, his vibrations sending jolts through you.

The laughter began to fade as his lips softly kissed the shell of your ear, your energy starting to fade as you began to feel yourself slipping back to sleep in his arms, before you heard a soft whisper you don’t think you were meant to hear.

“I’ll try harder, y/n.”

And you fell asleep, snuggled in the embrace of a forgetful boyfriend, trusting that he would.

Organ Damage

Blood
Everywhere.
It drips from my nose
Drops from my ears.
It’s in the toilet.
It’s in my tears.
In every bin, sink, and drain.
I cough it up, watch it stain.
It’s on my pillow
Under my nails.
It’s in my eyes
Filmy Red veil.
All I see is bright Red,
Deep brown
Blood

Is this poem about you?
Hell no.
This poem is about how
Illness and pain
Turned the bright blue beauty inside of me
Into bright red paint the world can see.

anonymous asked:

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anonymous asked:

So my bathroom sink is draining really slow I think it's clogged. How do I fix it? The cheaper the better

How to clean sink and shower drains without chemicals!

You need to remove the stopper from the sink. Then use a Zip-It (here’s where to get them - they’re ridiculously cheap) to pull all the nasty hair and gunk out of the drain. It’s going to be unbelievably disgusting (twice as bad with showers drains) and you’re going to want to be wearing gloves. Pull all that nastiness off the zip-it and toss it in the trash. Do this over and over until you have removed the clog. Then run hot water down the drain to clear anything remaining out. Replace your stopper and continue with life as normal. The whole process should take about five minutes.

This article from Family Handyman has some good pictures for how to do this (link) except they use wire instead of a Zip-It which is crazypants because it takes three times longer.

Mommy Winchester (Part 4)

Winchesters x reader

Warnings: Language, Violence

A/N: Events of the show will not be in order (so probable spoilers)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)


“Can we talk?” Dean asks softly, and you glance over at him from where you wash the dishes for dinner, which Sam and Dean had invited themselves to stay for.

“About?” you frown, letting the water start to drain from the sink.

Dean had been tense ever since Crowley had made the little Winchester comment, and you knew exactly what was on his mind.

But you didn’t want to talk about it.

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anonymous asked:

i'm becoming desperate, how do i clean linoleum tiles? they're all gross grey-blackish.

Good question! Linoleum, unlike other kinds of flooring, can be easily damaged, so cleaning them carefully is important.

  1. Get all the dust and crumbs and all the surface level debris away by sweeping or vacuuming the floor. I know some people have a weird mind thing against vacuuming tile, but I assure you, it’s totally a thing you can do.
  2. Fill your sink or a bucket with hot water.
  3. Mix in 5-7 drops of a mild dish soap.
  4. Use a mop (any kind) and mop the floor a few at a time. Rinse and wring out the mop regularly every couple of minutes.
  5. When done, rinse out mop thoroughly and pour soapy water down the drain. Refill bucket or sink with hot water without dish soap this time.
  6. Mop the floor with the clean water.
  7. FULLY DRY the floor with towels. I cannot stress this enough. Other types of tile you can let air dry or just half-ass dry, but not linoleum, no sir. Linoleum will absorb that water and get gross.

If your floor is really bad or if you haven’t cleaned before, instead of mopping, you want to get down on your hand and knees and scrub. Use a scrub brush and rinse with a sponge (or mop). Actually, it’s suggested you do this once or twice a year as a deep clean anyway, but it’s a good place to start, too.

anonymous asked:

A garbage disposal? Its to get rid of food so it doesn't clog up the sink drain...

Whaaaaattttt
But what if you drop something in it?? Or like hand stuck or aaaa you have a blender for a sinkkkkk