#Standard Finish : Powder Coating

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Outdoor Floor Mount Racks/Enclosure

SPECIFICATIONS

Mounting : Floor Mountable

Material : Galvanized Steel

Basic Frame : Steel four pillars with the steel end frame

Construction : Welded

Front Door : Lockable GI Door Plain or Lockable Toughened Glass GI Door

Standard Finish : Powder Coating

Standard Mounting Option : Base frame

Standard Color : Light Grey / Dark Grey / Black

Side and Bottom Panel : Vented with fan and cable entry provision

[starryhutcherson]

━━ A NEW FAMILIAR

author's note: crawled out of my hole for this one guys. sorry for being so ghost mode im working on putting out more stuff, apologies if this isn't of the highest quality as i'm running on sugar free redbull and three hours of sleep ! love my life hahahahaAHHHH

'୧ ‧₊ pairing: best friend!mike schmidt x reader warnings: 18+ sexual content! oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing word count: 4600+ ⋆ ✩‧₊

Mike’s expression always glooms when you bring up the next date you’ve arranged. He knows how this story plays out; he knows the truth behind the men you’ve matched with on whatever sketchy website you’ve wasted your time on. They’ve molded themselves into the embodiment of perfection, through falsified photos and fabrications buried in their bios. His patience crumbles like fireplace ash as you skip around his living room and drone on about whatever dickhead you’ve set your poor, precious heart on.

He knows, always, the the outcome is running makeup and salty cheeks, sobbing on the floor of his living room in a creasing satin dress and his welcoming arms, a bitter exclamation of “you were right Mike” leaving your lips in the knowing silence and him gritting his jaw and pretending that it doesn’t bother him the the only habits you ever find yourself falling back into are the bad ones. 

It’s no different today. 

Mark or Matt or Mitch – you really were killing him, because it should be Mike. It should be him. Him that you’re getting ready for, him that you’re daydreaming about. And it’s an odd feeling, like a movie where your favorite character dies and then movie finishes and you have to accept that they aren’t coming back, no matter how long you sit glued to the reclinable chair, popcorn crunched beneath your sneakers and the credit-scene reflected in your shrinking pupils. 

Mike’s not the type to be happier with the hope – he’d let the truth swallow him up, sink into his creaking bones, he’d live with the loss. But he still has hope for you. He has hope that your eyes will open and you’ll seep into his brain and his breath and his bed. He hopes you’ll start seeing him instead of just looking. Maybe it's wishful thinking. Ignorant optimism.

It feels like it. 

It feels like it, right now, when he’s leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom and watching you get ready, your animated chatter reverberating around the small space between coats of mascara. He offered to give you a ride before you’d even asked, and he’ll tolerate the sting of watching you get out of the car looking all pretty for someone who isn’t him, just to make sure you get there safely. It’s the type of sacrifice he’ll make for you. 

“I can’t even feel my face, I’ve been smiling so hard all day!” You squeal, powdering your cheeks with more purposeless product – he thinks it’s all pointless. You’re radiant, even in the harsh lighting of his bathroom. 

He offers a low grunt. What is he supposed to say? He’s not happy. And he’s not gonna pretend he is. 

You either don’t notice or choose to ignore, continuing to doll yourself up to whatever standards you have for yourself. “I mean, he says he’s been skiing since he was 6. He’s practically an olympian.” 

Mike scoffs. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Can you hurry up?”

“Alright, grumpy. Calm down. I gotta do my lips and then I’m ready. Plus, nobody told you that you gotta stand here.” 

A fleeting flush of fuchsia permeates his cheeks, but he looks down at his worn shoes to hide it. It’s true. He didn’t have to stand here. But if an angel was populating your bathroom you’d want to take a peek, would you not? That’s how he thinks you look. Angelic. Glowing from your soul, a content smile knitted on your lips. You might as well have a halo and wings – that heaven-sent aura is reinforced when you douse yourself in lingering washes of that sweet perfume that’s branded itself to you. He’d recognise that floral aroma anywhere, the way a shark detects a drop of blood amongst saline scattered seas. 

“Okay, I’m ready. How do I look?”

Cruelest question of them all. “You look… fine. Good.”

A knot forms in your brow. “All this effort for that terrible answer?” Playful, but with a truthful undertone. Why do you value his opinion so much? He doesn’t want to assume anything. 

“Well I’m not the person you’re dressing up for.” I wish I was. He doesn’t say the other words, but he thinks them so hard he’s half convinced if you were listening in the right spot, or looking into his eyes for long enough that you’d hear it anyway. 

“Okay, okay, whatever. Let’s just get going, don’t wanna keep Mack waiting.” 

Two letters. That’s all it would take. That’s all he’d have to swap to make it him.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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Even if you aren’t aware, even if he did offer, he drives begrudgingly. He focuses as much as he can, on the road ahead and not your glistening figure beside him in the passenger seat, the very definition of temptation. 

The mall parking lot is barren, a few gleaming cars scattered amongst the otherwise desolate area. He pulls into a space, sets the car in park, rakes in a greedy sigh of air. 

“If anything happens, call me.” 

You sneer teasingly. “Don’t be so pessimistic. It’s gonna be great, he could be my future husband, y’know.”

Yep. Mack, the 35 year old you've met online, who’s only notable talent seems to be skiing and his greatest life achievement to date is shooting a deer, whose head is mounted to the wall in his bedroom, typically visible in the background of his many instagram posts which involved his shirtless figure straining to flex his overly pronounced bulk. A match made in heaven. He wants to scream. 

And how can you even tell him to not be pessimistic? How can you look him in the eyes and act like this moment hasn’t happened time after time, the point of no return before an evening spent crying in his arms as he reassures you that your failed dates are never your fault, even though by now it seems like you must be seeking out the same genre of shitty man if you’re this good at getting your heart broken. He’s sick of picking up the fragile little pieces of his bathroom floor, cutting himself on the shards of a heart that’ll never be his. You deserve more than these half-baked, single night romances. He could show you that. 

“Yeah, sure,” he grits. “Future husband. Just call me, seriously.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you.” 

And with that, you’re off, disappearing into the gaping mouth of the mall’s entrance, and he watches with an alkaline feeling growing in his stomach. Your hair is caught up in the wind like clothing on a washline and he thinks his hope is all drained out. 

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Mike spends a good two hours back at his house. His movements feel vacuous, staring ahead at the screen, barely processing the raging garbage that masquerades as reality TV. The rain has picked up outside, licking at the window panes with a growing intensity. 

He’s not happy about the jean skirt and tiny little tank top you’d clad yourself in prior to leaving, you’re probably frigid by now in the cold. You did however reassure him that Mack was gonna drive you home, or even worse, take you back to his place, so his stupid fucking elk head trophie could watch with it’s empty eyes while the pair of you fuck on the bed that his mom still has to make for him because he never can quite manage those fitted sheets, can he? Fucking manchild. 

Shit. Mike’s feeling so so bitter. Maybe it’s because he’s finally realized that this is the dreaded pattern he’s going to have to endure with you until death. Or until he braves up and actually tells you that he’s been in love with you since the fifth day of second grade, when you mouthily confronted Jerry Murdoch and told him to give Mike his crayons back.  

With a weak sigh, he turns the TV off with a click of the remote still encaptured in the loose hold of his fist, and decides to see if he can melt into any form of sleep – but the knock on his door prevents him from doing so. 

He arises lethargically, not having much on his mind but the denial of his slumber as he shuffles over and turns the handle, but then, it’s you. 

Fluttery lashes melted to black smudges beneath your eyes, a mixture of rainwater and tears, completely drenched and dripping all over his doormat, your body is trembling and you’re wracked with tiny little cries and he’s feeling so many emotions he believes he might implode. 

He pulls you inside and into his arms, stroking your back in gentle, soothing motions, and it kills him that this has become routine. He’s angry. He’s sick of this. 

“What happened this time?” He grunts softly. 

“He didn’t even show up. He couldn’t even send a message as to why, Mike,” you sniffle into his warm chest, drunk off the even echo of his heartbeat. 

A moment’s silence rots like aged fruit. He draws a breath in, then out, then in again. 

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You crane your face upwards to meet him, instantly bathed in a nervous shiver when you see how serious he looks. 

“My phone was dead.” Is all you can manage to mumble. 

“What?” He’s pissed. “Why didn’t you charge it? You could have charged it there, they have outlets at the mall. Or you could’ve used someone else’s, so you didn’t have to walk home in the rain, because you’re drenched.” 

“I don’t–”

“Y’know how dangerous it is to walk around alone in this shitty neighborhood? Half the street lights don’t even work, and I don’t even know any of my neighbors, or what kinda people walk around here at night.” He grumbles. “I shouldn’t have to tell you all this, I’m sick of explaining all this to you.”

You roll your eyes irritably, releasing yourself from his arms and crossing your own across your dripping wet torso. “How was I supposed to know he was gonna stand me up? You’re telling me I should just expect it?”

He blinks like a deer in headlights, silence settles into his flesh.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

You scoff. “It’s what you implied.” 

“It’s not what I—” He grumbles weakly under his breath, cutting himself off, deciding reasoning with you is somewhat of a useless attempt. “Why can’t you just listen to me?”

“What, charge my phone next time? Bring a raincoat? Yeah, great help, seriously, don’t know where I’d be without you,” your sarcasm hits like gunshot wounds to the teeth. 

“Or maybe you should try to meet actual people, instead of fake ones from some stupid website.” 

After a cold shiver bites up your spine, your expression deepens with defense. What is his fucking problem? “At least I try to get out of the house! At least I don’t spend every hour of every day moping around and feeling sorry for myself!” 

The pair of you fight, sure, every good relationship, friend or romance or family or whatever should, but nothing like this. This is stone-set, it’s been coming for a while, the wild gesticulations and the pacing and the raised voices. It shakes the bones of the weakened house. 

“Don’t,” Mike says with a furious edge, fists tightening and untightening like he’s about to take a swing at the wall, like this is going to end with bleeding knuckles nipped with shards of worn plaster. “Don’t throw that in my face, I do everything I can, for you and Abby. It’s not like I have a choice.”

“So what, you’re so fucking miserable in your own life that you have to try and control mine?”

“Control? You’re like my child! You don’t even know how to take care of yourself half the time, so yes, I try to help you not to make such shitty decisions!” 

You scowl. “You’re not obligated to do anything for me, y’know Mike. Why do you keep me around if I’m that much of a chore for you!”

He snaps, the tension in his fists bleeding up into his throat, his mouth, the words clot behind his gums and suddenly they tumble out in a fury-fueled shout. “Because you’ve got no one else!” 

You deflate, wilting like a flame without oxygen, and Mike deems the silence to be more cruel than anything else you’ve said to him tonight. He’s feeling everything and nothing all at once, the quiet crumbles around him like a burning building and he fears he’ll become rubble beneath the debris. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… god, just–” His eyes flick to you, and then retreat back down to the faded living room carpet. He can’t swallow his guilt this time. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

“It’s fine,” you say coldly, knuckling away an angry tear. The salt water is the trick of nostalgia, you’ve cried like this so many times. Your breakage of those promises to yourself. It’ll be different. And it never is. 

“No. It’s not – I’m a dick, I just… I hate watching other people ruin your life. You deserve better.”

Better. What is better? Some twisted fantasy that some people are indulged with and others are left longing for. That you’re left longing for. You know he’s tired of the same bullshit that you force yourself through, convincing yourself of change, painting yourself up to be fit for presentation, and hoping that whoever you’ve leeched onto likes what they see, so you don’t have to feel so alone anymore. You’re oblivious, painfully so. Because Mike could plaster together the cracks in your splintering psyche, if you’d just let him in. 

“Whatever, Mike. It’s true anyway.”

There’s a hole in his heart in the shape of your name. He begs you. Fill it. A part of him shatters at the defeat in your words — he’s crumbled you to the bone, to the marrow. He’ll build you back up. You deserve it. 

“No it isn't. No it isn’t. You have me. You’ll always have me.” 

A silence pervades; the look in his eyes is one of pleading, that you’ll stop and see what he’s offering you, that you’ll stop chasing your own tail, that you’ll stop the cycle. 

“Mike…”

“And Abby.”

You indulge him. 

“You have me. And you have Abby. And I know that’s… not much, but she loves you. So much. And I’m sorry, ‘cause I know I don’t say it enough, I don’t…. I don’t say how much you mean to me, but I just—”

“Mike.” 

He wallows in the waters of your rain kissed eyes, the way your pupils pulse and the words are falling before he can swallow them back down. 

“I love you.”

He gives you that stare. That stare that’s the color of black coffee, the look that you can feel, unearthing the graveyard of wilting feelings you’ve tried to bury, the heart that beats for him him him, lodged between the ivory bars of your ribcage. He maps you out with his eyes, he looks at you the way the sun hungers for daybreak. 

He’s waiting. He’d wait forever. 

“And… and seeing you with these… shitty people who don’t even care about you, it just…” He sighs exasperatedly, dragging a sweaty palm down his face. 

His sentences can’t seem to finish themselves. This is harder than it looks in the movies. Harder than when he’s practiced in the mirror, when Abby’s walked in and giggled at him and told him to just fess up. 

“You love me? Like…”

He looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “Yeah. I do.”

You’re beyond bewildered. He loves you. He loves you. 

“What– but… you—”

“You don’t have to… say anything. I just, I can’t… I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t do it.”

You reach for his hand. It’s a little clammy, a little trembly, but it’s a perfect fit. Just like you. 

“I love you too, Mike.”

What?

“You… do?”

He’s skeptical, but he’s also swooning. A stone man is slowly cracking. 

“I just didn’t… didn’t think I could have you. I mean, you’re so… you’re everything, y’know? You’re a good brother, and you work so hard, and you’re… I’m just… I don’t think I deserve you,” you whisper, confessing. With a newfound stroke of confidence, he approaches, one hand snaking around to the small of your back, another on your cheek. He’s gentle. In his eyes, you’re porcelain. Precious. Fragile. At least, at this moment. But you love him too and that’s all he needs. It’s all he’s ever needed. 

“You deserve everything.” He says it so quietly it’s barely audible. And then, nothing is audible because he’s carefully pulling your lips to his, linking you in every way, his hands tangle into your damp hair and he’s kissing you. 

His lips chase yours in messy, uncalculated movements. He’s starting small. It’s been a while. And he’s gonna take his time with you. He’s gonna show you what you deserve. Soft sounds squeak past his lips as they flutter against yours, and you’re closer and closer and closer still, impossibly so. 

Within moments he’s whisking you off to his bedroom, his hand tangled with yours, an interlace tight enough to cause ropeburn. His skin chafes with yours, and then he’s kissing you again atop his navy comforter. 

He’s gentle, respectful, but you understand what he’s trying to tell you, what he’s been trying to tell you. He speaks through silken drags of his tongue, through the hand that holds your cheek steady— he feels as though he’s gripping the very cusp of a constellation. You taste like stardust. You glow like the waning moon. 

He breathes heavily in the expanse of his throat, his pants have become tight and wet and filthy; he’s been subconsciously grinding down into your lap. You’re a little shaky and your pupils have darkened with lust and he is going to show you what you mean to him. What you’ve been missing. 

His hand falls lower, into the slope of torso that dips into your hips. His eyes travel back and forth, searching, hunting for the desire that he feels mirrored back at him. Do you want this, the way he does? Do you? His hardened stare doesn’t speak loud enough. He elaborates.

“Can I… uh… do you wanna…?”

Do you want to? You need to. 

“Shit, okay,” he croaks out, jaw tense and tight as he traces you beneath calloused fingers. You didn’t realize you said that out loud. 

He’s endearingly awkward – you know from languid late-night conversations that he hasn’t done this a lot. Maybe even at all. But he’s sweet, so sweet, like lapping up sugar and feeling it dissolve on your tongue, feeling him dissolve on your tongue, giving you comfort and cavities. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of your camisole. A short nod, and he’s sliding it over your sweat-pricked figure, admiring your contours in the whisper of evening moonlight that bleeds through holes in his moth-eaten curtains. You’re perfect, and he knew you would be. 

He caresses your skin gently, drunk on the mellow feeling of your bare stomach beneath his fingertips. Your bra is black, a little lace peering along the straps, your breasts spilling into the fabric. He reaches around your back, fumbling at the clasp. When the garment drops, his hands are replacing it before you can even blink. 

“Beautiful,” he manages to get out, thumbing over your nipples. 

“Mngh, Mike—”

“Sh. Just let me… just let me. Let me make you feel good. Please?” He grunts out under his breathless voice, and how could you deny such a request?

The moment you agree, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and tugging you towards him slightly, so your back is nearly flat against his mattress and he’s settling himself in the gap that you create for him. 

Your skirt comes off first. Your panties are undeniably soused, his fingers trace the big wet spot that’s dripping all for him, teasing you through torturously thin cotton. 

“Mike,” you mewl gently, fingers settling in his nest of chocolate curls that are damp with sweat. A firm tweak and he’s groaning, his voice melting away into nothing like hot tar. 

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles to himself, like he’s never seen anything like it. Probably not in a while. His finger hooks beneath the waistband, pulls it out gently, and lets it go. It slaps against your hip bone and another fresh sound seeps from your lips.  

“Mike, shit, please just do something—”

“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than you, carefully sliding your panties from your waist, down past your ankles, and he’s tossing them to join the pile of clothes that has begun to collect on his bedroom floor. 

You’re here, before him. The girl he waited for. Your soft flesh is glistening, clenching painfully around nothing, and he’s salivating at the sight of you. He pries your legs out further with his warm hands, leaving them to linger on your bare flesh for a few drawn out moments, before he claims what’s rightfully his. 

He presses a trialing kiss to your clit, and your back curves delicately, fingers tightening their grasp in his hair. He moans into you at this action, and you, in turn, moan as well. Confidence creates itself in him with each little whimper that he gets you to release, and he’s answering back, hearing your cries, your calls of his name with his own unabashed exclamations of pleasure. This is just as good for him, as it is for you. 

“Mike,” you whine gently, and he’s mumbling weak praise right into your cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Wanted this for so long.”

It’s barely audible between his languid sucks; he’s lapping at your drooling entrance, fingers subtly creeping closer, up and along your thighs and settling right above your throbbing clit. He presses his thumb against it, tracing sinful circles against your bud— once, twice, and then you’re far too close to the edge. 

“Oh, Mike I’m gonna come,” you choke out between gasps. 

“Do it. Please.”

He’s begging you. 

And you oblige. With a trembling sob, your thighs tense around his head, keeping him locked in place, capturing him and making sure he finishes the job, and oh does he plan to. When you soar, he’s still holding you in place, soothing the electric sparks pulsating throughout your body. 

He savors your sounds, and when they stop coming, he presses a lingering peck on your inner thigh, stubble scraping at the sensitive dermis. He then raises his face to your level, the light coruscating off the filthy souvenir etched all over his face, your glittering arousal that he wears so proudly. 

He steals a proper kiss from you, rubbing your side as a gentle comfort. He’s completely hard now, tenting his sweats, leaking against the fabric. You gingerly reach out, tracing what you assume to be the head of his cock, and he sags, boneless, against your touch. 

“Fuck, baby I—”

“Baby?” You chuckle softly, still hazed from the candy-coated afterglow of your orgasm. The first of many, he hopes. 

“Mngh— g… got a problem?” He grumbles softly, almost quivering as you begin to palm him with purpose.

“It’s out of character,” you tell him gently. 

“Shit, can I be inside you?” He asks you, voice ripped raw. 

And once again, Mike Schmidt leaves you breathless. 

“Yeah. I need it. I need you.”

He groans, slipping off his pants and boxers without so much as another word from your swollen lips. He’s hard, angrily so, his cock pulses violently and a little whimper escapes through the crack in his bitten lips when it slaps against his stomach. 

He’s stroking himself slowly, base to tip and then back again, collecting the pearls of precum that dribble from his slit. He’s never been so ready for something. For you. It’s all for you. 

He’s holding you, thumbing your hip bones and gently nudging himself into your hole, cooing at every cry that crawls from the crevices of your throat. When he bottoms out, finally, it’s safe to say that he gets a little dumb. “Oh, shit, I’m not— not gonna last long, you’re so tight, shit…” He’s rambling a little. It’s cute. 

A few wandering kisses land on you the way dandelion spores decorate a skyline – your cheek and your chin and your jaw, as he waits for you to let him move. You’re squeezing him for all he’s got and he’s three seconds away from spilling before he’s even so much as thrusted. You do this to him. 

All those days, staring into your eyes and wondering if you’d ever see him the way you do, all those nights, stroking your hair and softening your saddened sobs after failed date after failed date. They’re all worth it. 

You’re clamping down on him, warm and wet and wavering, and you’re exhaling softly through your nose and telling him to move, begging him to move, to make you feel good, and it’s what he does. 

He pumps into you with passion, magnetized to your every movement. He’s satisfying a decade worth of insatiable craving, he’s chasing your hips with his. You end where he begins. 

The headboard creaks and slams against thin plastered walls, one hand grips onto it with alabaster knuckles and the other one holds your hips for better leverage. He doesn’t need to say it, but each knocked kiss of his pelvis to yours is a silent I love you I love you I love you. 

“Oh my god Mike,” you sob, and he slides himself deeper, hitting everywhere he wants to reach. Everywhere to make you quiver beneath him.

“You d—don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he moans lowly. “How many times I’ve imagined you like— like this.”

He’s blabbering, every stray thought that passes through his head is already blossoming on his tongue and out into the air before he can even think twice. Admittedly, you’re too blissed out in your own mind to really respond, but it’s arousing all the same. 

“You’re so… so beautiful,” he’s flushed and he’s faltering, and you know he’s close before he even announces it. 

“Shit, baby, I can’t— can’t last much longer,” he stammers, his bruising pace beginning to shake. 

“Do it in me, Mike, please, please,” shit, are you trying to kill him? Your word is the only law he knows, and he’s wrapping his arms around your torso and diving his head in the elegant slope of your collarbone, biting down into the skin and spasming somewhere deep in your welcoming walls. 

He tries to keep himself quiet, but it’s really a futile effort. His hips jut sporadically as he empties himself inside you, and the sudden flood of subtle heat is all it takes for you to topple over as well. 

Bliss teeters back into reality after a seemingly ceaseless moment. He peels his head from its previous position to admire you, to stroke a stray lock of hair from your forehead and nervously greet it with a kiss.

He doesn’t let go of you. Not now, not ever, he thinks to himself. His arms snake around you tighter, and somehow it’s even more intimate after the fact. His bare chest collides with your back, his nose rests comfortably against the crown of your head. The pair of you follow each other into a dreamless sleep, safe in the sanctuary of a warm bed and an even warmer embrace. 

He’s found his new familiar. 

masterlist

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[jetblack4realz]

protector - haymitch abernathy

listened to

masterlist

you're a bit paranoid about the capitol and their questions.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 2.2k

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your prep team was back, much to your displeasure.

"wow, those girls assigned to the districts really don't keep you up to the same standards that we do," zenia, a woman with an extremely large nose and a very loud mouth said with a tsk of her tongue.

her counterpart and her twin brother, zanio, with an equally large nose but bit of a smaller mouth nodded. "yes, it's abrazing."

you knitted your brows. "i don't think that word means what you think it does-"

"i mean, look at how much your skin has been affected by the sun!" zenia continued, running one gloved hand up and down your arm and coating it in a shimmery lotion. "you've got dark spots all over. it's ridiculous."

"they're called freckles, zenia," you sighed.

"well, they completely ruin the look of the bronzed beach babe," she sighed.

"i am a bronzed beach babe."

"we won't even be able to tan you to make you so."

"i am tan."

"not the right tan. too... dark, not orange."

"i don't want to be orange."

"maybe gold is better?" zanio offered.

his sister hummed like a bee was stuck up her nose, scrunching it as she tilted her head at you. "eh. doesn't go with her eyes."

you rolled your eyes, leaning back in the chair as zanio began braiding your hair back. "can we finish up here?"

"we're working on it, sunshine, lighten up," zenia scoffed.

zanio patted your shoulder. "it'll be soon, honey."

you furrowed your brows. "don't call me that."

"why?" the purple-haired man asked.

"they makin' you look all capitol-y, honey?"

you clicked your tongue, holding a finger up without turning to look at the door. "that's why."

haymitch sauntered into the room with his hands tucked in his pockets, one brow raised as he finally came to stand in front of you. "vomit green is not your color, honey."

you glared at him, sitting up to whack his arm. "oh, shut up, haymitch."

"it's not vomit green, it's ocean chartreuse," zenia said, raising her chin at the boy.

"either way, it's not a color that should be going on her eyes," he told her, gesturing to your face. "wipe it off."

she huffed. "you're not in charge here, mr. abernathy."

"wipe it off," you told her.

she hesitated, her face slowly morphing into a screwed up frown, and then she was aggressively wiping off your makeup with remover. then, after several seconds of her brother and haymitch watching with wide eyes as you squeezed yours shut and reached to push her hands away, she screamed and threw the wipes on the floor, stomping her foot.

"fine! do it yourself!" she screeched, and then she was dragging zanio out of the green room by his shirt sleeve.

as the door slammed behind them, you turned to haymitch with a small smile, a laugh bubbling in your throat. "she's a bit overdramatic."

he laughed, shaking his head. "just a bit. come here, honey, you've still got snot powder on your face." he grabbed another wipe off the rolling table next to you and began dabbing at your eyeshadow again.

"snot powder," you echoed with a laugh. "yes, please get that off of me."

he smiled as he continued to wipe away the green stuff, his touch gentle as one hand held your head steady and the other brushed the wipe over your eyelids.

"what color should we do instead?" you asked him as you kept your eyes shut.

he hummed and shook his head even though you couldn't see him. "you know, i don't think we should do anymore makeup. you look great, honey."

"well, thanks, h, but we're going on national television and i could at least do with a smokey eye," you answered as he wiped the last bit of eyeshadow off. you blinked a few times before you could see him shaking his head again.

"i don't know what that is, but i promise you don't need it," he told you. "i like you better natural."

you smiled. "you don't think i'd look better golden?"

"you're already golden in my eyes, darlin'," he said with a smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. after a few moments, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "my golden girl."

"your golden girl?" you asked.

he nodded, smirking still. "mine, all mine."

you kissed him shortly again before pushing him back and standing from your chair. "as long as you're mine too, abernathy." you walked to the vanity mirror where zenia's collection of makeup was still sitting.

he laughed, following you to the mirror. "oh, honey, you've got me wrapped around your little finger." he watched you pick up a tube of jet black mascara and knitted his brows. "i thought i said no more makeup."

"i'll get behind no more eyeshadow, but there is no way in hell that i'm doing that interview without mascara," you told him as you swiped the sticky stuff on your lashes.

"alright, well, you do what you like, i like you anyhow," he said, pressing a short kiss to your cheek. "hurry up, though, we're on in two."

"two?" you asked with raised brows.

"two," he laughed.

you finished up your mascara quickly before turning and clasping your necklace on. you stepped back to look in the mirror, eyes scanning over your very simple black mermaid dress and gold jewelry. "they were going to add a big feather thing, but i think i like it better without."

"i definitely like it better without the big feather thing."

"you haven't seen it."

"i don't like it. you look gorgeous."

you smiled in the mirror, haymitch's arms snaking around your waist securely. "you don't look too bad yourself."

he was in a simple black suit with gold accents down the sleeves and collar, and a black shirt underneath. no tie, which you were sure was his own doing. his hair was slicked back a little and he had the slightest touch of gold makeup on his cheeks and eyes that looked like he'd tried to wipe off.

"well, thanks honey, but you're really outshining me here," he told you, smiling as he kissed your cheek again. "now come on, caesar's got a million and a half questions waiting for us about our relationship."

"anything you want me to say specifically?" you asked as he spun you around and grabbed your hand.

"nope. just make it interesting," he answered.

"we are interesting," you said.

"damn right we are hun," he hummed. "but, we've gotta be even more interesting. but mysterious. mysteriously interesting."

"alright," you chuckled.

"come on," he said, pulling your hand and dragging you with him to the stage just as caesar announced you both.

"and the newest capitol couple, our district darlings, the seaside sweethearts, victor valentines y/n flanagan and haymitch abernathy!"

you both walked on the stage with wide smiles, tossing waves to the crowd before you reached caesar. you released haymitch's hand to offer caesar a hug, haymitch shaking his hand after you pulled away, and then you sat comfortably on the loveseat next to your boy.

"welcome back, my favorite victors! look at the two of you—still the capitol’s golden pair," caesar said excitedly. "miss flanagan, it’s been three months since your games—and three months since that very memorable kiss under the stars." he winked at you both. "tell us—how has life as lovers… and legends… treated you?"

"well, we’ve had to get creative with long-distance romance. between 12's charming lack of cell service and her extremely precise sleep schedule, it sure has been in adventure," haymitch answered, chuckling as he leaned back and threw an arm over your shoulder.

"your precise sleep schedule?" caesar asked with a grin as he turned his attention to you.

you laughed lightly, tucking some hair behind your ear. "yes. i'm very diligent with my night routine."

"ten o'clock bedtime and then she's up again at six early," haymitch said with a shake of his head.

"every day," you agreed, nodding. "never go to bed past ten for anything."

"well, maybe not anything, but definitely someone," haymitch teased, and the audience practically exploded in laughter. caesar himself started giggling as you rolled your eyes at the boy.

"oh i'm sure," caesar said with a laugh. "now haymitch, tell us honestly: when you saw her step off that train again—what was the first thing that went through your head?"

haymitch paused, glancing sideways at you with a smile before looking back to caesar. "that she was gonna kill me for not writing her a song like i promised."

"a song?!" caesar exclaimed with a yell. "a song? haymitch abernathy was going to write her a song?"

"and didn't," haymitch said pointedly, wagging a finger at him as he grinned lopsidedly.

"it's a shame, really," you sighed, smiling as you gazed at him. "i'm sure it was going to be a beautiful song, h..."

"oh, yeah, yeah, lay off it," he said, waving a hand as he chuckled.

"well, when you inevitably write one for the girl we hope to hear it too," caesar said. "but anyways, miss flanagan - what was your first thought when you saw mr abernathy at the train station?"

you smiled, glancing at haymitch and squeezing his hand gently. "that i don't think i could go another three months without seeing him again. i missed him more than i ever thought i could miss somebody."

the audience let out a collective "aww" and caesar held a hand to his heart as he gazed at you both with a watery smile. "well, that is just so sweet. we are all rooting for you both. you are just the sweetest couple we have ever had on this stage."

"you flatter us, caesar," haymitch laughed.

"no, seriously," he said. "but there is one question we all, i'm sure, have."

"and what's that, caesar?" you wondered.

"when is the wedding, of course?"

everyone laughed but you, haymitch, and caesar, the latter staring at you both with raised brows and an expectant smile.

"well, when we get engaged, pal, you'll be the first to know," haymitch told him, mustering a casual grin that was, to you, not very casual.

"oh, but have you spoken of it? you know, on your nightly phone calls that surpassed ten o'clock?" the host wondered.

your smile was thin as you took the question. "that's a great question, and one for the two of us, i think. we have spoken about many things."

"like kids?" he laughed loudly.

"a lot of things," you reiterated.

"even you, caesar," haymitch said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"me?" he gasped.

"you," you laughed.

"what about me?"

"oh, lots of things, flickerman," haymitch teased. he waved his hand. "don't worry your pretty head about it."

caesar clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "you rascal."

"that's me," haymitch chuckled.

"well, we wish you both the best and we're excited to see your adventures around the capitol this week. keep us updated!"

"sure will," you told him with a smile.

"everybody, our lethal lovers!"

and then you were off, walking away with a wave and a smile. haymitch squeezed your hand, pressing another kiss to the side of your head and mumbling, "good job, honey. just one more week to go."

"why did he ask about marriage?" you whispered as you pulled him off backstage and towards the elevator.

"honey, we've got an afterparty."

"we can show up late," you dismissed. "what did he mean by that?"

"it's just... i mean, we've gotta consider it, right?" he said quietly. "this is the long game. i just thought we could hold out for a little longer."

"we are holding out for a little longer," you told him.

he sighed. "no, i know. i know we are. maybe that's the mystery part of it - why we're not getting married yet. really, it's working in our favor."

"did snow say something to him?" your volume dropped even more. "does he want us to be married? does he not believe us?"

"he believes us, honey, it's fine," he insisted, grabbing your hands and stopping you just in front of the elevator. "because it is real." he paused. "right?"

"well, of course it is," you breathed out. "to me at least."

he smiled. "good. that's what matters. we're fine, you're just a little stressed because we weren't expecting that question. but, it's okay."

"yeah. yeah, you're right," you breathed out.

"of course i'm right," he said. "now we're gonna head back to the room, take a little breather, maybe relax a little bit and then head out to the afterparty and create even more excitement over ourselves."

"okay."

"okay."

he smiled at you and pressed the elevator button, leaning passed you to do so. as he pulled back he pressed his lips to yours, smiling into it as you settled on your feet with your hands on his chest. he stood straight again, his hand now on your waist as the doors pinged open.

"okay."

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Article from when coloured wheels were just starting to become popular.

See It's sure to become popular from now on!

I definitely want this! A striking item

super illustrated book

Report photo: Tadashi Nagata Muramasa

model:Chinatsu No

Color wheel coming through!!!

The shape and performance of the wheels seem to have been settled upon, but the next step is to focus on the color. The new generation aluminum wheels are perfect with their "transparent anodized color" and "separate color schemes for the rim and disc"!

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CRIMSON RACING SPARCO N-1

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Louis Howard - Opening

So mistakes have been made in my life lol. I jotted out that opening bit for the prologue before actually going back through the Midcin prologue and realizing how very very long it is and how much character introduction happens in it. Oh wellll… I do have one part of the prologue posted, it isn’t quite up to my standard I think but the goal here is to focus on getting work out & get better at editing faster.

What’s below is the interaction with the MC & Louis that happens in the Midcin prologue to set the tone for how their relationship will go. If at some point anyone is actually reading these and would be interested in the prologue I will actually finish it but I think the only part anyone would be interested in will be their favorite suitor anyway.

Lettie watched the moon from the water in the courtyard fountain, dipping her fingers into it and watching it ripple. Trying to remember the names and titles of all the people she had met that day, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the responsibilities at home left unfinished. Feeding the chickens, weeding the garden, Mdm. Dubois’ tincture for her cough took at least a week to soak and she probably only had a bit over two weeks left…

She looked up at the moon where it hung in the sky. Where the hell am I? She felt like she was in the wrong book. Thousands of stars glittered regally around the full moon, a blank white slate ruling the sky. Lettie looked down over her shoulder to the reflection in the pond and dipped her fingers into the moon again, wondering how many times it could distort and still remain the same.

“You again?”

Lettie turned at the voice in front of her. It was the rude blonde nobleman she had met at the selection ball, the one whose coat she dirtied when they ran into each other. Not the other rude blonde nobleman who kissed her hand and flirted with her like a courtesan when they met earlier today.

Uninterested in putting up with any more for the day, she looked back over her shoulder and continued disturbing the stars. “Me again.”

She turned abruptly again when he bent at the waist, examining her more closely.

“Your freckles are gone.” He said, taking in the powder she had been coated with down to her dress’ collar.

She scooted over a place on the fountain ledge, away from him. “Yes, your grace, I had heard they were not in your favor.”

Lettie didn’t necessarily mean to be sarcastic, but she didn’t necessarily care either. This man had already made it clear to her that he thought she was beneath him the last time they met. He stood at his full height, still observing her. His hand reached towards her, and she leaned away. Regardless he hooked his finger around a lock of fringe pinned back and gently tugged it so it framed her face.

“There. That’s better.” He said quietly.

Lettie had done the same to the piece hanging on the other side when her hair was done earlier. Unsure what to make of him, she thought twice about it. His touch was oddly considerate as he straightened it into place. She looked up at him and something shifted in his features. It was hard not to notice even when they first met that he was statuesquely beautiful. Delicate features, pretty lips, and round blue eyes that went sharp and intense all of a sudden.

“What is that?” He demanded, then roughly grabbed the pendant Giles had presented her from her neck.

The chain dug into Lettie’s skin and she startled, the nobleman pulling it up to his eyes for a better look.

His expression twisted, “Why are you wearing this? This is worn exclusively by princesses next in line to the throne.”

Lettie smacked his hand away and stood up from the fountain, “And the Chamberlain chose me for it,”

He took a step back when she pushed away. “I told you to leave the palace, what would possess you to remain?”

As she turned her head away and dusted off the back of her dress she still watched his hands from the corner of her eye, “And I suppose I should take instruction from you? Or did you think you would frighten me?”

“Frightened is exactly what you should be,” he said with sharp edged ice.

The nobleman was glaring at her, blue eyes just as cold. “You don’t have what it takes to be princess. You should leave before it’s too late.”

Lettie glared back, “Speak plainly, already. What is your,”

Her words gave out when he gripped her wrist and looked her dead in the eye, “The thought of the kingdom’s future resting on a commoner like you makes me sick.”

Lettie wrenched her hand away but he let her go the moment she pulled back. Then he left, turning on his heel and storming away.

“What in the world,” she muttered, the anxious pounding in her heart finally registering to her mind as she watched him leave.

“Lettie!” Nico’s voice called from the canopied walkway around the courtyard.

He hopped over the railing, hurrying to her. “I saw from the bedroom. Who was that?”

“I… don’t know,” Lettie realized.

This was the second time they had met and he was somehow even more horrible to her. On both occasions their only communication was to snipe at each other, neither had asked or offered their name. Nico put his arm around her shoulder and walked her back towards the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What was that about.”

“I’m alright, it’s fine… Just some bastard who will probably be a thorn in my side.” She sighed, then looked up at Nico.

“There is something I could use your help with though.”

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Rashtriya Metal Industries

Rashtriya Metal Industries offers a diverse range of brass alloy coils, including compositions like CuZn40, CuZn37, CuZn36, and CuZn30. Their products are utilized in various applications, from architectural elements to electronic devices. Rashtriya Metal Industries provides options for surface coatings such as anodizing, electro-galvanizing, and powder coating, enhancing the versatility of their brass coils.

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Metal Dreams Industries manufactures brass coils manufactures with compositions ranging from 60/40 to 95/05 Cu/Zn. Their products are dimensionally accurate, rust-proof, seamless finished, and heat-resistant, making them suitable for various industrial purposes. The company offers coils in thicknesses from 0.05 mm to 3.50 mm, with widths up to 406 mm.

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Bouka Metals, headquartered in Vadodara, Gujarat, is known for its exceptional quality, durability, and precision in brass coil manufacturing. The company emphasizes stringent quality control processes to ensure their products meet and exceed international standards. Bouka Metals caters to a wide range of industries, providing brass coils that are both reliable and cost-effective.

Conclusion

India's brass coil manufacturing industry is characterized by a blend of traditional craftsmanship and modern technology. Companies like Krishna Metal Works (KMW India) lead the way with their commitment to quality and innovation. Other manufacturers such as Rashtriya Metal Industries, Santhana Lakshmi Metals, Metal Dreams Industries, and Bouka Metals also contribute significantly to the industry's growth, offering a wide range of products to meet diverse industrial needs. When selecting a brass coil manufacturer, factors such as product specifications, quality standards, and application requirements should be carefully considered to ensure the best fit for your needs.

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Inside Zealcon: A Look at Our Premium Materials and Expert Craftsmanship

Inside Zealcon: A Look at Our Premium Materials and Expert Craftsmanship

Since its founding in 2007, Zealcon Group has stood as a symbol of innovation, quality, and excellence in the UAE's glass and aluminum industry. With a reputation for delivering tailored, high-performance solutions for residential and commercial properties, Zealcon has become synonymous with refined architectural detailing and cutting-edge design.

From glass room Dubai projects to full-scale interior renovations, and precise glass installation, Zealcon’s work is built on a foundation of premium materials and unmatched craftsmanship. But what really sets us apart? Let’s take you behind the scenes and explore what makes Zealcon a trusted name across Dubai and beyond.

The Power of Premium Materials

At Zealcon, we believe that the best designs begin with the best materials. That’s why we source our glass, aluminum, and hardware from globally trusted suppliers, ensuring every component meets international safety and quality standards.

Our glass offerings include:

Tempered Glass: Known for its strength and safety, ideal for doors, partitions, and facades.

Laminated Glass: Offers added security and sound insulation, often used in high-rise buildings and luxury homes.

Double-Glazed Units (DGUs): Energy-efficient and climate-control friendly, perfect for glass room Dubai installations.

Frosted and Tinted Glass: Combines privacy with aesthetics, popular in both residential and office interiors.

Our aluminum frames and accessories are treated to resist corrosion, fading, and wear, ensuring long-lasting beauty and structural integrity in Dubai’s demanding climate. Whether it's anodized finishes, powder-coated frames, or thermally broken profiles, we ensure your project gets the best.

Precision in Every Glass Installation

Expert glass installation is not just about fitting panels—it's a refined skill that involves measurement accuracy, structural understanding, and aesthetic sensibility. At Zealcon, our installation teams are rigorously trained and experienced in executing even the most complex glass projects.

Every step of the installation process is executed with care:

Site Inspection & Consultation: We begin by understanding the space, functionality needs, and design vision.

Custom Design & Engineering: Each piece is cut and fabricated according to exact specifications.

On-Site Installation: Our technicians handle every panel with precision, ensuring seamless integration with the architecture.

Final Testing & Quality Assurance: We double-check alignment, seals, and finishes to guarantee a flawless end product.

From sleek glass partitions in offices to panoramic glass room Dubai structures, Zealcon’s installation process is where high-end design meets dependable engineering.

Interior Renovation with a Modern Edge

Glass is revolutionizing interior renovation. Its ability to open up spaces, enhance lighting, and add sophistication makes it a go-to material for designers and architects. At Zealcon, we bring these qualities to life with smart, elegant solutions.

Our interior renovation services include:

Glass Walls and Dividers: Great for modern homes and co-working spaces, creating zones without sacrificing openness.

Glass Doors and Folding Systems: Functional and beautiful, offering fluid transitions between rooms or outdoor spaces.

Custom Mirrors and Feature Panels: Add depth and luxury to any room, from entryways to bathrooms.

Handrails and Balustrades: Safe yet stylish solutions for staircases, balconies, and terraces.

We handle every aspect of the renovation—from demolition and prep to final installation—streamlining the entire process for our clients. Whether you’re upgrading a villa, remodeling a retail store, or designing an office from scratch, Zealcon has the expertise and creativity to deliver.

The Allure of a Glass Room in Dubai

The modern glass room Dubai trend is a reflection of the city’s love for innovation and luxury. A well-designed glass room allows residents to enjoy stunning views, natural light, and an elegant indoor-outdoor connection—all while staying protected from the elements.

Zealcon specializes in designing fully customized glass rooms tailored to your space, preferences, and lifestyle. Common uses include:

Sunrooms and Lounges: Perfect for relaxation and entertainment.

Rooftop and Terrace Enclosures: Maximize underutilized areas with climate-controlled glass covers.

Home Offices and Studios: Bright, quiet, and inspiring environments.

Dining Extensions and Indoor Gardens: Seamlessly connect with the outdoors.

Using insulated glass, climate-adaptive systems, and optional shading, Zealcon ensures your glass room is not only stylish but also livable year-round.

Craftsmanship You Can See and Feel

What truly defines Zealcon’s work is the craftsmanship. Every joint, seal, and surface reflects the skill and care of our team. We blend traditional attention to detail with modern tools and technology, ensuring that every project—big or small—meets our high standards.

Our craftsmen and engineers collaborate closely with clients, architects, and designers to translate ideas into lasting structures. No shortcuts, no compromises—just pure dedication to excellence.

Why Zealcon?

Experience: Over 17 years of delivering top-tier glass and aluminum solutions in the UAE.

Customization: Tailored solutions for unique spaces, styles, and needs.

Innovation: Staying ahead of trends with modern techniques and eco-friendly materials.

Service: From consultation to completion, we prioritize customer satisfaction.

Whether you're planning a full interior renovation, adding a stunning glass room in Dubai, or seeking flawless glass installation, Zealcon Group is the partner you can trust.

Ready to Elevate Your Space?

Visit us at 609 Parklane Tower, Dubai, or contact our design experts today. Discover firsthand what sets Zealcon apart—and let’s turn your vision into glass and aluminum perfection.

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Premium Aluminium Stair Balustrade Solutions – Brisbane Fencing Supplies

At Brisbane Fencing Supplies, we specialize in high-quality aluminium stair balustrade systems that combine modern aesthetics with exceptional durability. Our customisable balustrades are engineered from corrosion-resistant aluminium, ensuring a low-maintenance finish that withstands Brisbane’s coastal conditions. Choose from sleek powder-coated finishes and a variety of styles to complement both residential and commercial interiors. Each installation meets strict Australian safety standards, offering reliable support and peace of mind. With expert guidance on design, material selection, and professional installation, we deliver a seamless experience from concept to completion. Enhance your staircases with Brisbane Fencing Supplies’ aluminium balustrade solutions—contact us today for a tailored quote and expert advice and exceptional service guarantee every time.

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The Forgeline FB3C is a throwback to the original 20-slot wheel found on the third-generation Pontiac Firebird Formula. But unlike the original, the FB3C is a modern 3-piece wheel that is manufactured from fully forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers using the latest engineering and manufacturing technology. With its unique concave 20-slot design (5 sets of 4 slots), integrated lug holes, and creative machining details, the FB3C evokes a 1980s muscle car flavor while delivering modern technology and performance. The FB3C is built with true forged 6061-T6 aluminum centers, aircraft-quality ARP stainless steel hidden fasteners, and heat-treated rim sections. The FB3C is available with a flat-lip reverse outer in 18-inch, 19-inch, 20-inch, and 22-inch fitments or with a stepped-lip outer in 19-inch, 20-inch, and 21-inch fitments. It features a standard powder coated center finish with a polished outer rim, but since each wheel is custom built-to-order, Forgeline also offers special features like custom offsets and a virtually unlimited choice of finish combinations. Learn more about the FB3C (including sizes and pricing) at: https://www.forgeline.com/fb3c/p414

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The Charm of the Past, the Comfort of Today: Antique Pedestal Fans by The Fan Studio

In a world increasingly dominated by minimalism and modernity, there's something uniquely captivating about vintage elegance. From architectural details to interior décor, the timeless appeal of antique design has made a notable comeback. Leading the way in this nostalgic renaissance is The Fan Studio, a brand known for its commitment to artistry, heritage, and engineering excellence. Their collection of Antique Pedestal Fans stands as a perfect example of how the past can be reimagined for the present—bringing classic charm into modern living spaces.

A Tribute to Timeless Design

Antique pedestal fans from The Fan Studio are more than just appliances; they are functional works of art. Drawing inspiration from early 20th-century designs, these fans blend the vintage appeal of bygone eras with the comfort and efficiency demanded by today’s consumers. Each piece is handcrafted with meticulous attention to detail, capturing the essence of a time when every object was made with pride, purpose, and beauty.

These fans feature classic cast-iron or brass stands, hand-polished finishes, and traditionally styled blades that bring a refined touch to any interior—whether it’s a colonial bungalow, a heritage-inspired café, or an eclectic contemporary home. With ornate base detailing, rich metallic tones, and graceful movement, they serve as statement pieces that elevate the ambience of a room instantly.

Handcrafted Heritage

At the heart of The Fan Studio’s philosophy is the belief in craftsmanship. Unlike mass-produced fans, each antique pedestal fan is handcrafted by skilled artisans who understand the nuances of vintage design and construction. The materials used—ranging from solid brass and copper to wood and powder-coated steel—are selected not only for their visual appeal but for their durability and longevity.

The fan heads are designed with vintage-style grilles and elegant oscillation mechanisms, creating a nostalgic aesthetic while offering full functionality. The adjustable pedestal height and tilting heads provide convenience without compromising the antique feel, and the overall build ensures that these fans are not just decorative items but reliable, high-performance cooling solutions.

A Blend of Vintage and Modern Technology

While the exterior reflects a love for old-world design, the internal components of The Fan Studio’s antique pedestal fans are powered by modern technology. These fans are equipped with energy-efficient motors that deliver powerful airflow while remaining whisper-quiet—a nod to contemporary expectations of comfort.

Advanced motor designs allow for smoother oscillation and multiple speed settings, giving users control over airflow intensity. Safety features are discreetly built into the fans to meet current standards, ensuring the product’s form meets its function with no compromises. This careful integration of new and old is what makes these fans truly special—a seamless marriage of history and innovation.

Customization: A Signature Offering

What makes The Fan Studio stand out in the luxury fan segment is their dedication to personalization. Each antique pedestal fan can be customized to suit your specific aesthetic preferences. Whether you’re looking for a polished brass finish, antique bronze, matte black, or a unique combination of materials and textures, The Fan Studio works with clients to create pieces that perfectly complement their space.

You can also select blade shapes, grille styles, and even request engraving or monogramming for a bespoke touch. For interior designers and architects, this level of customization offers incredible flexibility, allowing them to incorporate these fans into a wide variety of design narratives—be it vintage glam, colonial classic, or steampunk chic.

More Than Cooling: Aesthetic Statement and Conversation Starter

In an age where design is as important as utility, these fans serve as powerful symbols of taste and sophistication. A well-placed antique pedestal fan can transform the tone of a room, acting as a centerpiece that draws the eye and invites admiration. Visitors often see these fans not just as equipment, but as curated collectibles that reflect an appreciation for design history and artisanal value.

They are especially popular in boutique hotels, vintage-themed restaurants, curated retail spaces, and luxury residences where every detail matters. The Fan Studio’s antique pedestal fans don’t just circulate air—they circulate stories, memories, and moments of awe.

Sustainable and Timeless

In line with modern sustainability values, these fans are built to last for generations. The use of high-quality materials, combined with repairable construction and timeless aesthetics, means they age gracefully rather than become obsolete. In a world of disposable gadgets, this durability is a refreshing reminder that good design never goes out of style.

By choosing an antique pedestal fan from The Fan Studio, customers are investing not only in comfort and beauty but in a more sustainable way of living—one where functionality, longevity, and style coexist harmoniously.

Conclusion: Celebrating Legacy, Craft, and Comfort

The Fan Studio’s Antique Pedestal Fans are not just cooling devices—they are heirloom-quality artifacts that celebrate the spirit of a more deliberate, elegant era. With handcrafted quality, customizable beauty, and reliable performance, they stand at the intersection of art and engineering.

For those seeking to add a touch of vintage luxury to their interiors without compromising on modern functionality, these fans offer the perfect solution. They remind us that even in the fast-paced digital world, there’s unmatched value in taking things slow—crafting with care, designing with depth, and living with a sense of timeless charm.

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Simta Astrix Steel Doors Manufacturers: Setting the Benchmark in Security and Durability

Steel doors manufacturers play an important part in providing solutions that meet both the security and durability as well as fire resistance for consumers both in residential and commercial settings. At Simta Astrix, we are proud of our place among the leading names in the industry and attribute that to the use of high quality materials and innovative manufacturing processes. For steel door manufacture, we utilize high quality premium materials such as high grade galvanized steel for corrosion and weather resistance, through our powder-coated or painted finishes.

Compared to doors made out of wood or plastic, steel doors made by a reputable manufacturer like Simta Astrix can withstand aggressive extremes. We have a design around strength, fire-rated resistance, and under extreme temperature structural integrity, which is more important considering the growth in crime towards property over the past few years. Home owners and developers are looking at steel doors as a long term investment, for security and peace of mind.

Being recognized as top steel doors manufacturers means that we make sure every door is built beyond high industry standards, whether they're in homes, corporate offices, or in industrial setups.

Stainless Steel Doors for Home can be attractive, secure and durable

Today’s homeowners are looking for more than just looks. They want secure, durable and energy efficient doors that’s stylish. Steel doors for home provide all these things. Simta Astrix has a wide selection of stylish and secure steel doors for home across various cities in India like Delhi, Hyderabad, Kolkata, Bangalore and more.

Our steel doors for home are constructed with a hollow core for rigidity and offered optionally with a fill of materials such as honeycomb, insulation form, rock wool or ceramic wool. These types of fillers provide more strength to the door along with additional thermal and sound insulation having homes withstand various climates.

To further emphasize, the sleek and modern look of steel make it great for contemporary design. Secondly, they’re perfect for a modern home when looking for straight lines and a minimalist or simplified impression, industrial style or, modern or contemporary door designs and applications. And of course the colour and designs are limitless and therefore the doors can be customized to match or blend with any style or home decor.

Steel doors for manufacturers are the best solution for residential property owners

Stainless Steel Doors Manufacturers enhances performance through advanced technology

As leading stainless steel doors manufacturers, Simta Astrix combines innovation, performance and safety all within one manufacturer. Our stainless steel doors for homes are engineered to have massive longevity and minimal to no maintenance.  Our stainless steel surpasses rust, corrosion, and fire-related damage better than almost any other material available on the market.

Premium Stainless Steel Doors manufacturers – Simta Astrix

Stainless steel doors are amazing in any environment that requires durability and sanitary regulation, labs, hospitals, factories, and even in high-end homes.  Stainless steel doors manufacturers are structurally stable and does not warp, bend, or decay like wood or other materials. Stainless steel doors will pay for themselves over time.

The advanced manufacturing processes we use are important; we employ precision welding, uniform finish catches and thick locking systems for security.  Whether for new construction or retrofit we at Simta Astrix worked to build strong reputable relationships to become the best stainless steel doors manufacturers in the industry. Your choice of door is more than an aesthetic one—it represents a decision for safety, durability, and satisfaction. Whether you are looking for reputable manufacturers, high-quality steel doors for residential use, or reputable stainless steel doors manufacturers, Simta Astrix provides the quality and performance you will not find elsewhere. You can rest assured that your space is in competent hands with our advanced technologies, industry knowledge, and