#buy marble slab

[jaihanumans-blog]

Elevate Your Spaces with Timeless Elegance: Jai Hanuman Granite & Marble, Premier Italian Marble Suppliers in Delhi

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[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[fuck-customers]

Dear Whoever Designs Commercial Buildings,

Please do not put large tiles on curved walls. Because the wall isn't flat, only a tiny section of the tile is actually connected to the wall. Which means they frequently fall off, and either hit people (which is bad) or shatter on the ground (which an employee has to clean up). Our maintenance guy literally buys the uncut marble tiles as a slab and cuts them to fit. There's a whole tile saw set up in the back. It's cheaper than buying individual tiles.

Sincerely,

Someone who has worked here for a decade and has both been hit by a falling tile and had to clean up countless shattered ones.

Posted by admin Rodney

[natsarrownecklacx]

Her Darling Girl

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 732

Summary: Soft Mommy Wanda who loves to take care of her girl in more ways then one.

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, serious thigh riding kink, mommy kink, praise kink, mutual masturbation. If I missed anything lmk.

A/n: Basically just a thought that turned into a sort of babble.

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Wanda loves to buy you lingerie. In the last two years of your relationship the blond has bought you countless pairs.

She always says it’s because she wants to treat her “precious girl” to nice things and that she wants you to feel as pretty as she sees you to be.

But you know she just adores the sight of you in whatever lace piece she picks out for you. Loves watching you model the outfits that send her brain into overdrive.

You also know that Wanda uses the lace sets as an incentive for you to go along with her game. Wanda loves to make use of the house, giving you different places and things to “ride for mommy.” It’s an obsession of hers really, having you do it three plus times a day at least.

You’ve learned that her favorite things to make your grind on are the big teddy she got you for valentines last year, one of the extra stuffed pillows she keeps at the end of the bed and of course her thigh.

There’s just something in Wanda that seems to snap when she has you dragging yourself across her thigh, your moans and panted breaths being directed into her ear.

Sometimes, when she’s in the mood for a private show, she likes to sit back and watch you get yourself off on whatever object Wanda has deemed good enough that day.

She always looks so mesmerized when she watches you, as if she was seeing something magical.

Sometimes she even slips her hand into her pants or starts to grind down into her own chair. She just can’t help herself. Watching the way you get yourself off by her command, seeing how desperate you get, hearing you moan about how good it feels. It’s just something Wanda will never get tired of.

Sometimes she likes to guide you, with her hands on your hips, showing you how to grind down “to make it feel really good.”

You already know the best ways to move to make yourself feel good, but the nurturing and slightly condescending way she “teaches” you only makes it feel better.

Wanda also loves to praise you. You’ve learned that she loves how flustered you get when she calls you a “good girl” or tells you “you're doing so well for Mommy.” Sometimes you think she gets off on it as much as you do, considering how much she uses those words.

You distinctly remember a few weeks ago when Wanda came home feeling extra pent up. She’d walked in on you making dinner and immediately picked you up and put you on the counter, pulled down your pans and told you to grind down on the marble slab.

She didn’t care that you’d still had your panties on, or that you were in the middle of doing something, she knew you’d comply with her instructions.

Wanda sat in a chair she pulled opposite you and watched you do as she told, rolling your hips against the counter, your hands pressed firmly on either side of your body.

She was simply enjoying the show in front of her, feeling it sooth her frustrations, until you let out a needy moan calling for her. “Mommy, please.”

Wanda trailed her hand down to her pants, quickly slipping it inside and telling you to “be a good girl for mommy and keep rubbing yourself on the counter.”

She’d told you to keep your eyes on her as you did so, and you did. You watched as she fucked herself with her fingers, drawing herself closer and closer to the edge until she tipped her head back, moaning about how your “such a good girl for mommy” and to “keep going sweetheart.”

After that she’d brought you into the shower to get you both cleaned up. She’d had you standing in front of her so she could take care of “her darling girl.”

She’d washed your hair gently with shampoo and conditioner, taking care to mind any tangles and not hurt you. She also used a washcloth to clean you up, making sure you feel all fresh.

But of course seeing you bare in front of her light that fire in her again and she couldn’t help but pull you back into her and have you grind down on her thigh “just one more time for Mommy.”

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In conclusion- Soft Mommy Wanda 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[selarina]

I have a suggestion! What are your thoughts on the reader helping high school kento build a birdhouse?

"You know one of these days you'll have to actually help, right?"

"I am helping," you frown as you stare at your nails. You're not really looking. It's merely a shield, a way to avert your eyes from his piercing eyes.

"You're..." His voice trails off as he lifts the cumbersome goggles up from his eyes, to see you perched on the marble slab. A figure so idle and bored-looking and yet, you make no means to contribute. "You're sitting.”

He seemed clearly frustrated, but you're who you are, and so you giggled.

"I am. I am sitting while providing you moral support. I’m the pretty view that will keep you from going insane over that birdhouse. There is beauty in this world, Nanami-san. There is joy,” you beam as you wrap up your speech.

"We don't have time for this. We need to submit this birdhouse by Monday," he sighs, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. "That's only 3 more days."

“Oh, come on. We've got plenty of time," you say, waving off his concerns with a nonchalant flick of your hand.

But he's not easily swayed. "Plenty of time? We haven't even finished painting it, let alone adding the final touches. And we still need to figure out how to stabilise the roof so it doesn't collapse under the weight of the two birds."

You lean back on your hands, letting out a dramatic weary sigh. "Fine, Nanami-kun. If you're so worried, I'll try and help. But you have to promise me one thing."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "What?"

"That you'll stop stressing out so much. It's just a birdhouse, not a spaceship," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. "Oh, and that you'll buy me Mochi when we're done with an A+."

"I owe you nothing," he says, his arms crossed in defiance.

"Then I fear," you fake a frown. "I fear my legs just can't seem to reach the ground. You shall have to carry on without me." A tilt of your head, a pout on your lips. God, you're so annoying.

"I'll get you your Mochi," he concedes with a resigned shake of his head. "But only if we manage to finish this on time. And with an exemplary grade might I add."

"A+ and nothing less," you salute him as you hop off the counter. His eyes catch a glimpse of your skirt riding up before his eyes look away and move to the unfinished birdhouse.

---

Your heavy eyes threatened to lull, but you fought against it, you've slept for far too long. And it doesn't help that Nanami's hands are moving in soothing patterns against your back. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

Your gaze strains to lift up, avoiding any movement that might disturb his lying form. He's already awake, so there's no fear of rousing him awake with your movement. No, your concern lies elsewhere — You're worried about moving, and having to start the day, and having to leave his arms. This is far too comfortable a moment to leave.

Your eyes drift across the room and settle on the red cage in the corner of the room. The cage seems to look a lot more lonelier in the dull light of this cold morning.

“I think he’s sad,” you murmur.

Your gaze remains fixed on the bird inside the cage. The love bird, now singular, was formerly a pair as they usually come. It's a horrible fate, you can't help but think.

“Obviously," came his terse reply.

You don't say anything, letting the silence join you both, you moved your hands on his chest. You repeat the familiar pattern. Up and down, and a circle. Up and down, and a circle.

“Do you think that’ll happen to you if I leave,” you ask, moments later.

“You’re not leaving," he says, quickly.

"No," you countered softly yet insistently. "No, of course not. I only meant if—"

"No," he cut in, his voice firm and resolute. Though his demeanor remained calm— as it often did— you felt his hand tighten around your waist.

You decided not to press further then.

"I think we need to pay more attention to it than usual," you suggested, redirecting the conversation to the love bird. "Else it'll die."

"Maybe that's better," he mused.

"Don't be silly," you chide gently. "He'll be alright. It's only been a week."

A week later, the love bird passed away, succumbing to a broken heart, as the veterinarian confirmed.

Three years have passed since, and you find yourself thinking back to that morning. He's the one who's gone now, his body finding the same soil as the two love birds.

You suppose you're the one who has to answer now.

[yiiiiiiiikes25]

Top 5 pieces of furniture you have considered unwisely buying

stood up and braced my hands on the table like i'm in a war room

OKAY. parameters are:

pieces i still think about

must have come across them organically rather than hunting them down to solve a problem

did not actually purchase

fb marketplace. $600 and a seven hour round trip to eastern CT. michel ducaroy for roche bobois smoked lucite modular shelving unit, missing the support poles and their attachment screws. the pictures were just piles of tissue-wrapped slabs of dust in a blurry garage. got as far as calling my steel fabricator to quote out the missing poles before i taped out the only feasible footprint in my 425 sf apt and realized i was delusional. probably could have resold with poles for $5k in new york. would have kept them forever anyway. still regret not pulling the trigger--i sit up in bed out of a dead sleep once a month about these

2. insane butt plug lamp (kundalini ETA lamp by gugliemo berchicci): found it for $1k (mediocre price) at an auspicious moment when moving in with my girlfriend and we both found it hysterical and perfect. would have regretted paying this much, and it's not particularly rare; will pick up when i come across it in a moment of fbmp kismet

3. briefly dated a woodworker/furniture designer whose preoccupation was in finishes; for some bk zillionaire, they'd done up a simple white oak table with copal resin, which they patinated over the legs (example below from a different piece) and then burn-blackened to matte into the top. it smells subtle and sacred, and the burned finish feels like velvet. they do the most incredible organic shapes, like driftwood eroded down to curvature, juxtaposed with stunning planar orthogonals--really some of the most striking furniture i've ever seen. sadly i whiffed the dismount on dating them and can never speak to them again so any future purchases will have to be through a proxy llc

4. all time dream sofa: mario bellini's le bambole, which is so friendly and goofy-ugly and comfy as fUCK that you don't notice how refined and masterful it is. like the lines are actually really beautiful! in green velvet below for the bisexuals and in patinated vintage leather for the real heads. i saw it in vintage burgundy suede at brimfield once and almost passed out. i just think it's such a cool exercise in form and tension--like a child pushing their fingers into a soft block of clay--that somehow adds up to the best piece of italo-california ease you've ever sat on. it's modular; i love the armchair and the loveseat, too, though the slipper chairs i could do without. the repros are stiff and awful, so i'll have to pay out the nose for the real deal. someday, someday

5. in my heart of hearts i am a restoration/salvage bitch; this is perhaps cheating, since it's not precisely furniture and "considered unwisely buying" would entail also buying a house, but maria speake runs a design/salvage firm in london called retrouvius--one of their signature moves is a sturdy apothecary vitrine from the late 1800s or early 1900s refinished into a kitchen island. i think it puts something unexpected and jewelbox-beautiful where a bulky monolithic altar to the gods of expensive marble would usually go in a kitchen. here are a few examples:

thanks for asking the best question of all time! do we know each other

[marsphobic11]

Distorted Daydreams.

Chapter 5: When two worlds collide.

•Summary: A quiet moment with Larry after a serious hangover turns heavy when he reaches for your hand, but before it can mean something more. Then, Sal walks in—messy, tired, and suddenly it’s all you can think about. As Larry rushes to leave, you are left alone, forced to face the mess of emotions you’ve been avoiding.

•Word count: 1084

•Warnings: Drugs and slight dirty thoughts

•A/N: Sorry for not uploading for a bit a bunch of personal stuff happened to me and I needed the time to sort it out, just be ready to go through some pain later on in the story!! Also yes Sal and Reader are end game!

A pounding headache and something putrid clawing its way up my throat are the first things I feel as I wake up. I barely make it to the bathroom before puking into the toilet bowl. The foul taste of beer and whatever else I drank last night burns my nose.

Ashley rushes in, quickly pulling my hair back to keep it out of the mess. Even though her sugary voice doesn't betray much concern, the way she rubs my back tells me she's worried. Another gag, another wave of nausea, and I finally finish.

I flush the toilet and rinse my mouth out, just as Larry walks in. He jumps slightly at my disheveled state—watery eyes, flushed face, lips pink and soft from wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His gaze lingers on me as he crouches down to my level.

"Do you need anything?" he asks.

I shake my head, unable to form words. But Larry knows me too well.

"I'm not buying that bullshit for even a second," he mutters before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

Ashley grabs a hairbrush and starts fixing my tangled hair.

Larry returns with ibuprofen and a glass of water. The kindness feels foreign—people actually caring enough to take care of me when I can't do it myself. My throat tightens, my eyes sting, and I feel stupid for getting emotional over something so simple.

I take the pill from his warm grasp, swallowing it down with water. It barely helps, but it's bearable.

Larry notices my face and, for once, breaks the gaze.

Ashley stands up. "I'm gonna check on Sal. Let me know if you need me, Y/N."

I thank her as she heads outside, closing the door behind her. The second she's gone, Larry speaks, his raspy voice cutting through the silence.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

I don't know how to answer. I just feel... loved, for the first time in a long time. And the realization only hits now.

I sigh softly before finally responding. "I'm okay, Larry. I'm just really happy you're here, ya know?"

I lift my gaze from the floor to meet his, and for a moment, nothing else exists. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

Then, he reaches out, brushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering. His hand moves to my face, thumb trailing over my lip. He doesn't speak, but his desire is evident in the way he looks at me.

"I've missed you," he murmurs.

Before I can respond, an urgent knock sounds at the door.

"Sal needs to barf—I'm coming in!" Ashley's muffled voice calls from the other side.

We instantly pull away as Ashley rushes in, Sal's mask in hand.

Sal is covering his face, but I catch glimpses of scarred skin where his pale hands fail to hide it. It reminds me of a slab of marble in the most luxurious place—beautiful, raw, untouched.

Suddenly, my mind is no longer on Larry.

It's consumed by Sal.

I need to know more about him.

Larry and I step out to give Sal some privacy while Ashley stays to hold back his soft, azure hair. We settle onto the living room couch in silence. There's nothing to say.

But I see it—Larry's gaze still on me, like I'm the only person in the world.

Like no one else matters.

It's been a long time since I've felt this. What the hell is happening? I haven't been here long, and I'm already falling for the first guy I see? No, that's not it. Larry and I grew up together—shared baths as kids, had sleepovers, knew everything about each other.

But his eyes.

Unlike Sal's, I've seen Larry's up close, unguarded. And what I saw was pure, genuine love.

Maybe this is what I need.

Maybe it's time to move on from the past.

Larry looked at me, his lips parting like he wanted to say something—but then, at the last second, he shut down. The words never made it out.

I turned to him again, our eyes meeting, and for a moment, it was like neither of us knew what to do with the weight between us. So I did what I always did—I filled the silence.

We talked about old memories, about how we were just two kids trying to make up for everything we lacked growing up.

Larry had always been my solid rock, the one constant in my life. Maybe he still was. I couldn't ruin that with stupid, sappy feelings.

Then, his hand covered mine.

Everything in me froze.

When I looked up, that same pathetic, needy look was on his face again—the one that made my stomach twist into something I didn't want to name.

Suddenly, I pulled my hand away, retreating to my lap. My eyes darted elsewhere, landing just in time to see Ashley and Sal walking into the living room.

Sal looked rough. His disheveled blue hair stuck to his forehead, probably from hastily removing his mask. His body seemed weaker now, his sweater riding up just enough to expose glimpses of his stomach.

Then, his eyes met mine.

And for a second, my stomach turned soft.

I became hyper-aware of my breathing, of how warm my face felt under his gaze. His eyes were so vibrant, even with the shadows his mask cast over them. Ashley and Larry had seen all of him—every detail of his face—while I was left to wonder.

I wanted to see him.

To touch him.

To feel the warmth of his cheek on my hand as he kisses down my—

Before I could dwell on the thought, Larry shot up, grabbing Ashley and Sal with some half-assed excuse to leave my house.

And just like that, I was alone again.

No more distractions. No more noise to drown out the mess in my head.

My hangover was the least of my problems now.

I needed to get my shit together and stop letting my libido take control.

I needed to figure out what the hell I was feeling.

[katzkinder]

Servamp headcanons, ice cream edition! Because my grandma got an ice cream maker and we’re all super eager to try it out but then she broke her back (she’s fine, don’t worry)

Mahiru: plain old vanilla. Misono introduced him to vanilla BEAN ice cream though and he’s feeling a little guilty about wanting to splurge a bit for the more expensive, creamier stuff… Kuro is an enabler and his encouragement is the only reason he’s still managing to resist. Just do it Mahi!

Kuro: Cookies and Cream is his favorite, but he’s also partial to cookie dough, or crumbled chocolate mint cookies as topping. He likes both the taste and the texture

Misono: chocolate lol. He’s predictable. His absolute favorite though are those ultra decadent brownie batter type of chocolate ice creams. Yknow the ones. Chocolate pieces, brownie bits, hot fudge swirl… He gets sick off the stuff easily though, so even though he loves it, self control is everything

Lily: vanilla bean with strawberry topping and cheese cake bites! He loves fresh strawberries in his desserts, and often he and Misono will trade bites if they’re getting flavor fatigue. Also very rich but the strawberry helps cuts through the sweetness

Tetsu: a Basic Boi who loves GariGariKun the most. Prefers popsicles over dairy treats. Yeah technically this isn’t ice cream but like. It’s the taste of summer and after bath refreshments. I’m not taking that from him

Hugh: vanilla with hot fudge sauce (and/or blood). He still prefers his chocolate parfaits, or better yet for this scenario, a milkshake

Licht: yknow those ultra sweet cotton candy flavors? If it’s ice cream by itself, he loves that. But if it’s a float, it’s gotta be vanilla in melon soda. If you take him to marble slab or similar place that lets you mix in a bunch of toppings, he will make a beeline for the gummy bears. Gets disappointed every time that they turn hard and unpleasant to eat, even though he already knows the outcome

Lawless: he has two favorites. Coffee bean (distinct from just plain coffee flavor) and moose tracks. I’m not sure what that’s called in other places? Basically it’s vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge. Only goes for this when he’s depressed, if I’m honest. Otherwise it’s too sweet.

Mikuni: haagen daz amaretto almond crunch and their hojicha latte flavor. Forever sad that the former was limited edition and doesn’t make seasonal returns. It was absolutely perfect for his and jeje’s terrible Netflix movie nights (with the occasional appearance by johannes so they could make fun of the bad science together)

Jeje: since Mikuni only buys haagen daz (spoiled pretentious shit) he’s grateful they a rich pumpkin flavor that becomes available during autumn. He also really likes horchata milkshakes for the comforting taste of cinnamon.

Iduna: Tried butter pecan once and was hooked. The crunchiness of the pecans is her favorite part. It’s her go to for when Haagen Daz Creamy Vanilla Pudding flavor isn’t in season. Back home, though, it’s got to be the rather… Unique. Salty licorice flavor. She gave some to shuuhei one time just to watch him gag. She knows what she’s doing to that poor boy.

Freya: the simple freshness of strawberry ice cream is her guilty pleasure. She been thinking of making her own with an old hand churner. It would be fun, right? And it’s not like it would be difficult to get the ingredients she needs.

Nicco: Pistachio gelato, though he also enjoys the tartness and slight bitter aftertaste of limoncello flavor. He likes taking Ildio with him whenever there’s a new flavor he wants to try but isn’t sure he’ll like. Even if he doesn’t care for it, his servamp probably will. Does that make him mean?

Ildio: No preference as of yet. He’s still figuring this whole… Tasting your food thing out

Tsubaki: as expected, he loves matcha and red bean flavors. REALLY excited some of the Hagen daz hanamochi series is becoming a permanent flavor

Sakuya: rocky road. Sweet, crunchy, and a little bitter on the back end from the chocolate. Refuses to admit it but he also enjoys the hanamochi series. He’s stubborn. Whenever he wins a free popsicle he gives the stick to Mahiru, so inevitably when they hang out, that’s what he buys if they stop at the konbini, just for the chance to maybe earn some good boy points with his best friend and crush. And he thinks he’s subtle—

Reblog with your own headcanons! I love seeing what people add to my posts :3

[asayamas]

THE HOTEL RAID

🐇🐇Black Rabbit Brotherhood Fic🐇🐇

TW: Minor Swearing, Violence, Alluding to murder, Typical BRB stuff

Enjoy! :3🐇

The plan was simple.

Parrot would open the entry way to the Hotel, cause enough havoc and destruction for Red Fox and Black Cat to locate and kidnap Geppetto for the Alchemists. Everyone else in the Hotel was fair game, along with any other treasures that were spotted, and the Brotherhood were to assume the defense position within the Relic of Trismegistus (incase the precocious puppet appeared).

The Brotherhood arrived last at the meeting point, seeing as it was behind their base at the Town Hall they saw no reason to be obscenely early. Red Fox and Black Cat shot glares at the trio through their masks, the tension in the air already building at the mere presence of the Brotherhood.

“We’ve already subdued the Alchemist here.” Parrot said, feigning an air of authority. “Outside leads to-“ He was abruptly cut off by the Battle Maniac, who folded his arms across his chest. “The Gold Coin Tree Garden. Yes we know.” Maniac snapped, making Parrot straighten his posture and cough awkwardly. “Well, past the Garden is a hidden entryway to the Hotel. From there we split up and proceed with the plan.” Parrot spoke cautiously, still putting on the fake heroic voice. The other Stalkers weren’t buying his act though, that was for sure.

“Ooh! I want Venigni strung from the ceiling!” The Youngest giggled from behind her brothers excitedly which only earned her a glare from Maniac. “No going solo. We work as a team.” Maniac ordered and Youngest pouted and sighed, looking down dejectedly. “Yes…of course…” She murmured, playing with the frills on her wrists.

“Yeah~ Listen to your big brothers~” Black Cat teased from his position on one of the weapon crates in the old Town Hall store room. “Lucio.” Red Fox hissed at him, not too keen on pissing off the Brotherhood more. Eccentric snorted, leaning on the wall. “Pussy Cat here thinks he’s all tough~ But if my sources are correct, and they always are, weren’t you barely an apprentice stalker? If it weren’t for your Bastard sister you’d be dead.” He jeered at the Cat who clenched his fists. The two shared tense eye contact through their masks before Maniac sighed. “We’re wasting time and I’m becoming bored. Lets go.” He strode forward, the white puppet hand on his shoulder bouncing with his movements. “Lead the way, Parrot.” Maniac said lowly and Parrot nodded.

The short walk through the Garden was tenser than the small cramped storage room. The looming groans of the Gold Coin Fruit Tree plaguing the small garden, giving it a very unsettling vibe. Maniac watched Red Fox pocket a couple of the fruit as she walked past, quick but subtle. “For recreational use?” Battle Maniac smirked at her as he walked by. “Or personal? Could buy you and your brother a way out after all.” Red Fox only returned his smirk. “Still as sharp as ever, I’m glad you haven’t changed much.” Maniac only huffed in response, a small ‘Whatever’ escaping his lips.

The marble slab door was pushed open by Parrot and he turned around. “Have a successful hunt, friends.” He said, bowing slightly and the former Stalkers readied their weapons and entered the Hotel.

It was pure carnage. Screams of terror from the residents filled the Hotel’s walls as the Brotherhood wasted no time in destroying anything in their path. “Leave them.” Maniac called to Eccentric and Youngest, who were about to pursue a terrified Venigni and Eugenie. “We can always get them later. We have our debts to be repaid here.” The two siblings exchanged a look and a shrug before walking back to their Eldest brother.

“What’s our plan then? Destroy everything, loot and go to the Relic?” Eccentric asked Maniac, leaning on his polearm. “Exactly.” Maniac said and went over to a corner of the room that had caught his eye. “Tch.” He scoffed once he figured out what it was. Venigni’s little ego corner, filled to the brim with models of his greatest achievements. It made Maniac’s stomach lurch, he profited while all else suffered under the Alchemists. Maniac took his sword, clenching it so hard the leather of his gloves squelched, and with a trembling arm he raised it and brought it down on the wretched model. “Fucking prick!” He growled out, blow after blow inflicted on the model, pieces of wood and metal flying everywhere.

Deep breaths left him once he stepped back to admire his destruction. Venigni’s work reduced to nothing. Maniac felt some satisfaction at that, laughing softly to himself before he heard a loud ‘NO!’ from behind him. He turned to see The Youngest pushing Eccentric away from something. “Pack it in.” Maniac barked and Youngest pouted and huffed. “You can’t destroy them!! They are too cute!” She argued with her taller brother who just laughed, when Maniac peered over the workshop counter to see what is was they were arguing over; he found a small collection of ceramic…cats.

“Really? We have better things to be doing.” Maniac hissed out in annoyance. “Just leave them. Go to a different part of the Hotel.” He huffed before grabbing some weapons off the counter. The Youngest stuck her tongue out at Eccentric which earned her a swift middle finger, an indignant gasp erupted from her shortly after.

The Hotel was becoming more and more bruised and broken. The Brotherhood stayed true to their promise of destruction with crude drawings etched on walls and paintings and even cruder tapestries being strung from the elegant rafters of the Hotel.

To all who entered after this would know that Hotel Krat was a safe haven no more.

Eccentric had found crates of wine which the trio has surely helped themselves to. Wine bottles were discarded or thrown against walls for extra destruction points. The Youngest had found a stash of jewellery in one of the many rooms of the Hotel and had swiftly pocketed her haul with glee. Meanwhile Maniac had had fun mutilating the puppets out in the courtyard with the wide array of weapons in the makeshift workshop. He keenly admired his handiwork after impaling the puppet on a sword. “Puppets in a safe haven, what a joke.” He scoffed, swiftly kicking the puppet before turning heel and heading back into the Hotel.

“They’ve barricaded themselves into a room, bro. Is it worth getting in or should we just leave them?” Eccentric asked when he saw his brother return. Maniac thought for a moment before shaking his head, the rabbit ears bobbing slightly with the movement. “No. It’s not worth our time.” Maniac said. “Sis!” Maniac called out for the Youngest who hurried down the stairs with a large orange cat in her arms.

“No.”

“Pleaaaaase?” The Youngest pleaded with her oldest brother, pouting her lips and giving her best puppy eyes under her mask.

The cat was about as happy as Maniac was with the current arrangement, digging its claws into the Youngest’s leather coat, trying to escape the Rabbit’s clutches.

“Sis, what are we going to do with a cat?” Eccentric asked. “We can get one when we get out of this shithole.” He tried to reason with his baby sister but she only sniffed and snuggled her head into the cats fur.

“Put the cat down. We’re leaving.” Maniac said, turning towards the library. “Down.” He ordered again, knowing full well that the Youngest was still clinging to the poor animal.

“You’re so! Ugh!” She huffed and placed the cat down on the stairs. “I’ll come back for you kitty! Don’t worry!” She cooed softly at the cat, giving them soft scritches behind the ear.

“Sis!” Maniac snapped and The Youngest rolled her eyes and quickly bounded over to her brother. “Are you done?” Maniac asked her, arms once again folded over his chest. “Yes…” The Youngest murmured, fiddling with her fingers. “We use that painting to leave.” Maniac pointed at the large portrait of Lady Antonia, which had now been defaced to look like a demonic carcass creature. Maniac looked ahead and noticed something. “One second.” He said, brushing past his siblings and striding over to the huge stargazer in the centre of the Hotel.

Maniac admired the craftsmanship of the stargazer for a brief moment before grabbing an abandoned polearm, clambering on top of the stargazer and thrusting the spear into the contraption. A burst of ergo erupted from the device, sparks flying everywhere, Maniac ignored it, simply removing the spear and repeating his actions until the blue light faded away and the stargazer stopped working.

“Good luck getting back, Puppet.” He smirked, tossing the spear into a forgotten corner of the ransacked Hotel lobby. Maniac jumped down from the stargazer, heeled boots clacking against the marble floor and strode back over to his siblings who applauded his great work. “Let’s go. This place reeks.” Maniac said, turning his direction toward the painting. “We have revenge to be served.”

[onboardsorasora]

Honestly, I think my favourite thing is looking through writing prompts. I loved this one

You are getting desperate. You have already tried everything and your husband still thinks you are just a really dedicated cosplayer, not a fairy.

Daniel sighed gustily as he walked outside with his coffee mug and took in what looked like another lack of offering on the brand new altar. He’d hoped that by creating a dedicated space that was clearly altar-like and inviting, that Max would have gotten the hint by now. 

He pouted, of course he’d have to go fall in love with the one human who didn’t believe in fairies. It had been cute at first and what kept him coming back to the surface to see Max. To follow him around, keeping other creatures from encroaching on what was his. It was refreshing to not be feared and to be treated not like he could like wipe out a whole bloodline or whatever. But the longer they were together, Daniel was realizing that Max thought this was all a joke. A fantasy.

He hadn’t realized what a big deal it had been when Daniel had finally told him his name. Max had offered his up within the first minute of them ‘officially’ meeting. It wasn’t until after they were living together that things started to become clear.

‘Oh Daniel, I didn’t even hear when you got up early this morning. Do you reapply your make up daily? What do you look like without it?’ 

‘It’s not makeup Maxy, this is what I look like?’ Daniel glanced dubiously in the mirror at his kohl eye markings and the runes and hieroglyphs that marked up his arms like tattoos. His ears were pointed for forest’s sake and his skin absorbed the sun.

‘Oh, well I accept your choices. It is of course your body.’ Max had left it at that and Daniel had been confused.

Daniel had begun to wonder if Max knew charms and spells because what other reason would there be for a fairy to willingly leave everything they knew to live above ground with a human who refused to even do the most basic things. Max broke fairy rings so often that Daniel just stopped making them on the property.

‘Daniel, why are there all these flower circles in the garden. They are beautiful but a bit much I think.’

‘Maxy, what? They’re fairy rings. They're here because I’m here– so I can visit home easier.’ Daniel was confused. Max looked confused for a second before his face smoothed out into one of understanding. Daniel had started to fear that look.

‘I do suppose they are pretty to look at when you are on the phone with your mother.’

And after that devastation, Max had left it alone.

Daniel glared at the marble altar, he’d thought it was so beautiful. Imagined how lovely it would have been to get offerings on it– how happy it would have made him. But Max had nipped that in the bud.

‘You want me to buy you gifts and place them out there instead of just giving them to you?’ Max had looked at him like it was the dumbest thing Daniel had ever told him. And Daniel had said some stupid shit before.

‘I– when you say it like that…” Daniel whispered. ‘You’re right– it's silly. Never mind Maxy.’

That had been over a week ago and Daniel had already called for its removal. Maybe they could use the foundation to build a bar or something. Maybe Max would appreciate that.

He turned, ready to head through the garden gate so he could wander his territory when a glint caught his eye from the altar. Whatever it was, wasn’t there before because Daniel usually inspected the slab of marble keenly.

Curiously, he stepped closer. Daniel felt his eyes prickle even as his mouth dropped open in surprise. There in the offertory divot was a small package of sweets, the silver wrapping was what had caught his attention. Daniel touched it reverently, his tattooed hand trembling. 

He hadn’t gotten an offering in so long, he’d forgotten what it felt like. How the rush of energy felt like a power up. He smiled a wet smile and majiked the candy away.

“Bwoah– where did it go?” Max’s voice was so close that Daniel jumped in surprise. He’d been so focused on his offering he hadn’t noticed his boyfriend's presence. Max was looking at him in abject shock, like he’d never seen him before now.

“I–oh! Below.” Daniel said simply, his runes glowed in the sun before going back to their regular state. “Thank you Maxy.” Daniel said, completely heartfelt. He leaned in and kissed his boyfriend before walking away with more than a pep in his step.

Max watched him go– frozen to the spot. He looked between the altar and Daniel a few times before running a hand through his hair.

“Well, that explains a few things.” He mumbled.

[drdemonprince]

how is it having a chinchilla? How does it compare to a dog, rabbit, lizard, or other pets? I'd like a pet when I'm more financially stable, but idk if I'll ever be mentally stable? I worry about meeting its needs, but something like a fish is too low interaction for me.

Are chinchillas considered an "exotic" animal? I know some states require licenses to have them as pets, like hedgehogs

Chinchillas are in the sweet spot of low maintenance but high engagement, in my opinion. When you're busy, you can keep em in a cage with water, hay, pellets, a few chew toys, and a wheel to run on pretty much indefinitely ; when you want to play with them you can let them roam around a chin-proofed room and enjoy watching them jump, roll, and dart around the room bouncing off the walls.

Chins are curious and fearless, and they are *fast* and can jump as high as four feet off the ground, and quite high energy, so they can be a lot of fun to have around. They however are NOT LAP PETS and will chew up every single wood baseboard / electric cable / book / pair of shoes they can find, so you have to keep an eye on them or else cover everything with cardboard. Don't let the cute tiktoks fool you, most dont want to sit still on a countertop holding things for videos. Chins are like cats: they do want they want to do, and they choose when they want to make contact with you and where they want to go.

Chins are also hypoallergenic! and relatively cheap to keep, aside from the initial start up costs of buying a good Critter Nation cage and a Happy Chilla metal wheel and the pet itself. They are very long lived for a rodent, some making it into their 20s, so be prepared for a long term commitment. (my last chin made it to 13, but we didnt feed her well when I was a child. Dump Truck, who we give hay and Oxbow pellets only, is 7 but I expect him to be around a long time. He's still very youthful).

There are no "exotics" restrictions on owning chinchillas, because they have been domesticated since the 1800s. All chinchillas come from breeders, none are captured from the wild, and there are many reputable breeders in the US, the UK, Canada, Australia, Germany, and Japan, as well as rescues. Here in Chicago we have Northwest Indiana Chinchilla Rescue just a few miles out.

One final note: chinchillas need a cool environment. If the room they are in gets about 85 degrees, they will die. They evolved in the Peruvian mountains and are built for a cold, dry environment. If you can't afford to keep them in air conditioning all summer, do not get one. In the winter, they will post up for hours beside an open window. Ice chips and a cool marble slab in their cage can help them regulate temp too.

To learn more, I recommend Let's Love Chinchillas. It's a website, a subreddit, and theyre on facebook/instagram etc.

[meetdheeraj]

Emperor Aurangzeb's grave... Alamgir was many things to many people but who was he really? While all of Aurangzeb’s forefathers had grand resting places, he himself chose a bare minimum one and even opted to pay for it from his own pocket. Why did he chose to do that? It is hard to describe how simple the grave really is. There's hardly anything around it. There's simple grave at center with a plant surrounded by mud which is covered with a white cloth in a non-descript lane which you have to walk via dusty other lanes with nothing, no structure worth noting on the way to it - whole journey to his grave perplexes your brain.

On Friday, the 4th of March, 1707, at 8 am, in the fiftieth year of his reign, Aurangzeb Alamgir died after performing morning prayers. He was 89 years old and a deeply pious man. Unlike all his predecessors, he believed that the state treasury was not his personal property and stitched caps and copied Qur’ans which were anonymously sold to earn him the money he needed to buy the plot of land for his grave. A simple red stone slab, three yards long, two yards wide, a few inches deep with a hollowed out centre marks the spot. The slab itself bears no inscription whatsoever, allowing a small portion of the grave to remain open to the sky. Here a small “sabza” shrub grows. The grave is inside the “Dargah” or tomb complex, of Sheikh Zainuddin Shirazi, a Sufi saint of the Chishti order, who it is said, Aurangzeb felt deeply inspired by. The cost of the tomb is said to have been only 14 rupees and 12 annas.

When erstwhile British Viceroy, Lord Curzon visited the tomb he was horrified to see how simple it was and so ordered Nizam who then ruled over the land to construct marble wall around it. Roof was still kept open, uncovered with only sky as its covering as per his wishes.

It is said that Aurangzeb Alamgir asked his sons to collect 4 rupees and 2 annas from his mahaldar, who kept this money on the emperor’s behalf. This money was earned by the emperor through sewing caps (used during prayer). Then he asks his sons to collect three hundred five rupees from his purse and distribute it to faqirs (beggars) on the day of his death. This money was the wage earned by copying the Quran.

Last slide is a painting of the tomb by the British artist William Carpenter in the 1850s.

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A Visit to the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park

If you are looking for a place to learn about the history and culture of Ghana, then you should definitely visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park in Accra. This park is not only a beautiful and serene place to relax, but also a tribute to the life and legacy of Ghana's first President and Pan-Africanist, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah.

Who was Kwame Nkrumah?

Kwame Nkrumah was born on September 21, 1909 in Nkroful, a small town in the Western Region of Ghana. He was a teacher, a journalist, a politician, and a visionary leader who fought for the independence and unity of Ghana and Africa. He led the Gold Coast (now Ghana) to become the first sub-Saharan African country to gain independence from British colonial rule on March 6, 1957. He became the Prime Minister of Ghana and later the President of the Republic. He also championed the cause of African unity and co-founded the Organization of African Unity (now African Union) in 1963. He was overthrown by a military coup in 1966 while he was on a peace mission in Vietnam. He died in exile in Bucharest, Romania on April 27, 1972.

What can you see at the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park covers an area of about five acres and is located on the site of the former British colonial polo grounds, where Nkrumah declared Ghana's independence in 1957. The park consists of three main attractions: the mausoleum, the museum, and the statue.

- The mausoleum is a marble structure that houses the mortal remains of Nkrumah and his wife Fathia Nkrumah. It is designed to resemble an upside-down sword, which is a symbol of peace in Akan culture. The mausoleum is surrounded by water, which represents life. A skylight at the top illuminates the grave, which is marked by a simple marble slab.

- The museum is an underground building that displays various objects and documents related to Nkrumah's life and achievements. You can see his personal belongings, such as his clothes, books, pens, glasses, and shoes. You can also see his awards, medals, photographs, letters, speeches, and publications. The museum also has audio-visual exhibits that show Nkrumah's speeches and interviews.

- The statue is a bronze sculpture that depicts Nkrumah standing tall and waving to the crowd. It is placed on a pedestal that bears his famous quote: "Seek ye first the political kingdom and all other things shall be added unto you". The statue faces the Independence Square, where Nkrumah delivered his historic speech on March 6, 1957.

Why should you visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is more than just a tourist attraction. It is a place of inspiration, education, and reflection. By visiting the park, you can:

- Learn about the history of Ghana and Africa from a different perspective.

- Appreciate the vision and courage of Nkrumah and his colleagues who fought for freedom and dignity.

- Understand the challenges and opportunities that Ghana and Africa face today.

- Celebrate the achievements and contributions of Nkrumah and other African leaders to humanity.

- Honor the memory and legacy of Nkrumah and his wife Fathia.

How can you visit the Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is open from Monday to Sunday from 10:00 am to 5:00 pm. The entrance fee is 10 Ghana cedis for adults and 5 Ghana cedis for children. You can also book a guided tour for an additional fee.

The park is located in downtown Accra, opposite the old Parliament House (now CHRAJ). You can easily access it by public transport or taxi. You can also walk from other nearby attractions, such as the Independence Square, the Black Star Square, and the Accra Arts Centre.

The park has a souvenir shop where you can buy books, postcards, T-shirts, and other items related to Nkrumah. It also has a cafeteria where you can enjoy some snacks and drinks.

What are you waiting for?

The Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park is a must-see destination for anyone who wants to experience Ghana's rich history and culture. It is also a place where you can pay your respects to one of Africa's greatest sons and daughters.

So what are you waiting for? Plan your visit today and discover why Kwame Nkrumah is still relevant and revered in Ghana and beyond.

Sources:

¹: [Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum - Wikipedia]

²: [Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park – Visit Ghana]

³: [Kwame Nkrumah Memorial Park (KNMP) Ghana – Accra, Ghana]

https://www.knmp.site/

⁴: [Akufo-Addo to commission redeveloped Kwame Nkrumah memorial park on Tuesday]

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Plywood Flooring: A Durable and cost-Effective Option for Bangalore Homes

Introduction

When it comes to flooring options for homes in Bangalore, plywood flooring has emerged as a popular choice among homeowners. Plywood flooring offers a combination of durability, cost-effectiveness, and aesthetic appeal, making it a suitable option for both traditional and modern homes. In this article, we will explore the various aspects of plywood flooring and delve into why it is an excellent choice for Bangalore homes.

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Plywood Flooring: What Makes It an Ideal Choice?

Plywood flooring has gained immense popularity in recent years due to its numerous advantages. Let's take a closer look at why it is considered an ideal choice for homeowners in Bangalore.

1. Durability: The Foundation of Long-lasting Floors

One of the primary reasons plywood flooring is preferred by many homeowners is its exceptional durability. Plywood is made by layering thin sheets of wood together and bonding them with high-strength adhesives. This construction method results in a strong and stable material that can withstand heavy foot traffic, making it suitable for homes with children and pets.

2. Cost-Effectiveness: A Budget-Friendly Option

Bangalore homeowners are often on the lookout for cost-effective flooring solutions without compromising on quality. Plywood flooring fits the bill perfectly. Compared to other flooring options like hardwood or marble, plywood flooring is significantly more affordable while offering comparable durability and visual appeal. It provides an excellent balance between cost and quality, making it an attractive choice for budget-conscious individuals.

3. Versatility: Aesthetically Pleasing Designs

Plywood flooring offers homeowners the freedom to explore various design options and styles. Whether you prefer a rustic look or a contemporary feel, plywood can be stained, painted, or finished to achieve the desired aesthetic. It can seamlessly blend with different interior themes, allowing you to create a personalized space that reflects your unique style and taste.

4. Easy Installation: Saving Time and Effort

One of the advantages of plywood flooring is its relatively simple installation process. Plywood sheets are available in standard sizes and can be easily cut to fit any room. They can be installed over existing subfloor or concrete slabs, eliminating the need for extensive floor preparation. This makes the installation process faster and more convenient, saving both time and effort.

5. Environmental Sustainability: A Responsible Choice

In today's world, environmental sustainability is a crucial consideration for many homeowners. Plywood flooring is an eco-friendly option as it is made from renewable and sustainable wood sources. By choosing plywood flooring, you contribute to the conservation of forests and reduce your carbon footprint. Additionally, plywood can be recycled, further minimizing its impact on the environment.

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Plywood Flooring vs. Other Flooring Options

To fully understand the benefits of plywood flooring, it is essential to compare it with other popular flooring options available in the market. Let's explore how plywood flooring fares against hardwood flooring, laminate flooring, and tiles.

Plywood Flooring vs. Hardwood Flooring: The Battle of Aesthetics

While both plywood and hardwood flooring offer a natural and elegant look, there are some significant differences to consider. Plywood flooring provides similar aesthetics to hardwood but at a fraction of the cost. Additionally, plywood is more resistant to moisture and temperature changes, making it suitable for areas prone to high humidity, such as kitchens and bathrooms. Hardwood flooring, on the other hand, requires more maintenance and may be prone to warping or shrinking in moisture-rich environments.

Plywood Flooring vs. Laminate Flooring: Balancing Cost and Durability

Laminate flooring has gained popularity due to its affordability and resemblance to natural wood. However, when compared to plywood flooring, it falls short in terms of durability. Plywood is more resistant to scratches, dents, and moisture, making it a better choice for areas with heavy foot traffic. Additionally, plywood can be sanded and refinished multiple times, allowing you to restore its original appearance. Laminate flooring, on the other hand, cannot be refinished and may need replacement after a certain period.

Plywood Flooring vs. Tiles: A Battle of Practicality

Tiles have long been a popular choice for homeowners due to their durability and ease of maintenance. However, plywood flooring offers several advantages over tiles. Plywood provides a warmer and more comfortable surface to walk on, especially during the colder months. It also offers better sound insulation, reducing noise transmission between floors. Moreover, plywood is less prone to cracking or chipping compared to tiles, making it a more practical choice for households with active lifestyles.

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FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

Q1: Is plywood flooring suitable for areas with high foot traffic?

Yes, plywood flooring is highly durable and can handle areas with high foot traffic without significant wear and tear.

Q2: Can plywood flooring be installed over existing flooring?

Yes, plywood flooring can be installed over existing flooring, such as concrete or vinyl, as long as the surface is clean, dry, and level.

Q3: Does plywood flooring require special maintenance?

Plywood flooring is relatively low maintenance. Regular sweeping and occasional mopping with a mild cleaning solution are usually sufficient to keep it clean.

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Q4: Can plywood flooring be refinished?

Yes, plywood flooring can be refinished. However, the number of times it can be refinished depends on the thickness of the top veneer layer.

Q5: Is plywood flooring resistant to termites?

While plywood is generally resistant to termites, it is still important to take preventive measures, such as proper sealing and regular inspections, to protect against termite infestations.

Q6: Can plywood flooring be used in areas with high moisture?

Plywood flooring can be used in areas with high moisture, such as bathrooms and kitchens, as long as it is properly sealed to protect against water damage.

Conclusion

Plywood flooring has proven to be a durable, cost-effective, and aesthetically pleasing option for Bangalore homes. Its unique combination of advantages, including durability, affordability, versatility, and environmental sustainability, make it an excellent choice for homeowners looking to enhance their living spaces. Whether you're renovating your existing home or constructing a new one, consider plywood flooring as a viable option that offers long-lasting beauty and functionality.

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Why Italian Grey Marble is the Smartest Choice for Sophisticated Spaces in 2025

When it comes to timeless elegance, minimalistic charm, and luxurious appeal, Italian Grey Marble stands tall among the most sought-after natural stones in the world. At Shree Ram Stones, we bring you the finest selection of Italian Grey Marble, perfect for transforming any residential or commercial space into a work of art.

What is Italian Grey Marble?

Italian Grey Marble is a high-quality natural stone quarried from the marble-rich regions of Italy. Renowned for its smooth texture, sophisticated grey tones, and subtle veining, this marble is a favorite among interior designers, architects, and luxury homeowners.

Each slab from Shree Ram Stones is hand-selected to ensure the highest quality, unmatched beauty, and durability for your next grand project.

Luxurious Applications of Italian Grey Marble

From lavish interiors to high-end architecture, Italian Grey Marble brings a sophisticated edge to any space. Here’s how you can use this marble to create magic in your environment:

1. Flooring That Speaks Elegance

Grey marble floors are the new trend in luxury homes and upscale offices. Their cool tones create a calming ambiance and reflect sophistication with every step.

2. Statement Walls

Use Italian Grey Marble for feature walls in living rooms, hotel lobbies, or office entrances. It instantly uplifts the space and leaves a lasting impression.

3. Luxurious Countertops and Vanities

Ideal for kitchen islands, bathroom vanities, and bar counters—this marble offers a sleek and stylish surface that’s both durable and beautiful.

4. Designer Staircases

Italian Grey Marble staircases are a symbol of affluence and artistry. Whether you're building a mansion or a boutique hotel, these stairs become the centerpiece.

5. Fireplace Surrounds

Make your fireplace a luxurious focal point by cladding it with Italian Grey Marble. The stone’s soft, smoky tones complement both modern and classic décor.

6. Outdoor Sophistication

Grey marble can also be used for outdoor applications such as patios, water fountains, and facades, offering durability and weather resistance with elegance.

Why Choose Italian Grey Marble from Shree Ram Stones?

At Shree Ram Stones, we combine craftsmanship, global sourcing, and a passion for perfection to offer premium-quality Italian Grey Marble. When you choose us, you’re not just buying marble—you’re investing in timeless beauty and heritage.

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Discover the Timeless Elegance of Granite in Mississauga

If you're looking to elevate the aesthetic and functional appeal of your home, granite might just be your ideal solution. Especially in a city like Mississauga, where modern living meets classic style, granite surfaces continue to be a popular choice for homeowners, interior designers, and builders alike. From stunning kitchen countertops to elegant bathroom vanities, granite offers a unique blend of durability, luxury, and timeless beauty.

But what makes granite so special? And where can you find high-quality granite in Mississauga? Let’s explore.

Why Granite?

Granite is a natural stone that has been used in construction and design for centuries. Formed from molten magma and rich in minerals, each slab of granite is truly one-of-a-kind. The natural patterns, variations in color, and texture make granite a standout material for any interior design project.

Here are some of the top reasons why granite remains a favorite in Mississauga homes:

Durability: Granite is extremely hard and resistant to scratches, heat, and general wear and tear. This makes it perfect for high-traffic areas like kitchens and bathrooms.

Aesthetic Variety: With countless color options—from subtle whites and grays to deep blacks and bold blues—granite complements virtually any décor style.

Increased Home Value: Investing in granite surfaces can increase the resale value of your home. Its luxurious appearance gives any space a high-end feel.

Low Maintenance: Once sealed, granite is resistant to stains and easy to clean, making it a practical choice for busy households.

Where to Buy Granite in Mississauga

When you're investing in something as essential as granite, you want to make sure you're getting top-tier quality, expert service, and fair pricing. This is where Elite Stone comes in.

Based in Mississauga, Elite Stone has become a trusted name in the stone industry. They offer a wide range of natural stone products—including granite, quartz, and marble—and specialize in custom fabrication and installation. Whether you're renovating your kitchen or starting a brand-new build, Elite Stone provides the expertise and materials to bring your vision to life.

Their knowledgeable staff can help guide you through selecting the perfect granite slab, measuring and templating your space, and ensuring a seamless installation process. With a deep understanding of both design and function, Elite Stone is more than just a supplier—they’re your partner in crafting timeless interiors.

Granite Trends in Mississauga

Mississauga is a diverse city with an equally diverse approach to home design. Lately, there’s been a growing interest in minimalist, modern spaces that still exude warmth and character. Granite fits perfectly into this trend, especially lighter shades like white ice, river white, and colonial white. These hues pair beautifully with clean cabinetry and open-concept layouts.

For those who prefer a bold, dramatic statement, darker granites such as Black Galaxy or Blue Pearl offer a luxurious contrast that never goes out of style.

Another rising trend in Mississauga homes is combining granite with other natural materials like wood or metal to create a harmonious, organic look. This blend of textures enhances both traditional and contemporary design schemes.

Final Thoughts

If you're ready to transform your space with the enduring beauty of granite in Mississauga, there’s no better time to start. Whether you're upgrading your kitchen countertops, remodeling your bathroom, or designing a custom feature wall, granite is a smart, stylish, and sustainable choice.

And when you're looking for the best granite selection and service in the GTA, be sure to visit https://elitestone.ca/. Their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction makes them a standout in the stone industry.

Granite is more than just a material—it's a statement. Make yours with Elite Stone.