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aquasplash · 21 days ago
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thefountainsstore · 4 months ago
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Fountain Nozzle
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Discover the beauty and versatility of fountain nozzles for your water feature. These nozzles enhance your fountain with captivating water patterns, creating a stunning visual display. Perfect for gardens, parks, and commercial spaces, fountain nozzles add a touch of elegance and tranquility to any environment.
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therealdill1 · 1 year ago
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Minneapolis Natural Stone Pavers Front Yard
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Summertime image of a sizable, full-sun, stone water fountain in a front yard in the Mediterranean.
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dailypolnareff · 1 year ago
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Mediterranean Landscape Milwaukee An example of a huge mediterranean full sun front yard stone water fountain landscape.
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gqutie-blog · 1 year ago
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Mediterranean Landscape Milwaukee
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An example of a huge mediterranean full sun front yard stone water fountain landscape.
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zyroxan · 1 year ago
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Minneapolis Natural Stone Pavers Front Yard
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Summertime image of a sizable, full-sun, stone water fountain in a front yard in the Mediterranean.
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Minneapolis Natural Stone Pavers Front Yard
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Summertime image of a sizable, full-sun, stone water fountain in a front yard in the Mediterranean.
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ghostsinmyramen · 1 year ago
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Minneapolis Natural Stone Pavers Front Yard
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Summertime image of a sizable, full-sun, stone water fountain in a front yard in the Mediterranean.
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fountainmanufacturer · 1 year ago
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Most Trusted Fountain Nozzle Suppliers in Delhi
Fountain nozzles can turn an ordinary water feature into a mesmerizing spectacle. In Delhi, where aesthetics and innovation converge, finding the right Fountain Nozzle Suppliers in Delhi is crucial. Here's your guide to the most trusted fountain nozzle suppliers in Delhi.
Fountain Nozzle Suppliers: A Splash of Elegance
Fountain nozzles are the unsung heroes of any water feature. They determine the height, shape, and overall visual appeal of a fountain. Whether you're designing a grand fountain for a public space or a serene water feature for your garden, the choice of fountain nozzles can make or break the impact.
The Fountain Nozzle Craftsmen
Innovative Designs: Delhi's leading fountain nozzle suppliers are known for their innovative designs. They offer a wide range of nozzles, from classic to contemporary, allowing you to choose the perfect style for your project.
High-Quality Materials: Quality matters when it comes to fountain nozzles. The best suppliers in Delhi use high-grade materials that ensure durability and longevity. You can trust that your fountain will stand the test of time.
Customization: Every project is unique, and the top suppliers understand this. They offer customization options, tailoring the fountain nozzles to your specific requirements. This flexibility ensures that your vision becomes a reality.
Expert Guidance: Designing a fountain involves technical considerations. The trusted suppliers in Delhi provide expert guidance on selecting the right nozzles for your project, taking into account factors like water pressure and wind conditions.
Why Choose Trusted Fountain Nozzle Suppliers?
Reliability: Trust is earned, and these suppliers have built a solid reputation for reliability. You can count on them to deliver quality products on time, every time.
Stunning Visual Effects: The nozzles offered by these suppliers create stunning visual effects, from delicate sprays to dramatic water displays. Your fountain will be a captivating focal point.
Long-Term Investment: Investing in high-quality fountain nozzles is a long-term investment. With minimal maintenance requirements, your fountain will continue to enchant for years to come.
When it comes to fountain nozzles, you want nothing but the best. Delhi's most trusted fountain nozzle suppliers combine innovation, quality, and expertise to bring your fountain dreams to life. Choose them, and let your water feature become a work of art.
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winsource · 1 year ago
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Natural Stone Pavers Landscape Design ideas for a huge traditional full sun front yard stone water fountain landscape.
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jacob-allan · 1 year ago
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Minneapolis Natural Stone Pavers Front Yard Summertime image of a sizable, full-sun, stone water fountain in a front yard in the Mediterranean.
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aquasplash · 21 days ago
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thefountainsstore · 5 months ago
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Musical Fountain
Experience enchantment with our Musical Fountain, a mesmerizing display of water choreography set to harmonious melodies. Watch in awe as jets of water dance in perfect synchronization, illuminated by vibrant lights that accentuate every movement. Whether it's a serene classical composition or an upbeat modern tune, our Musical Fountain creates an immersive spectacle that captivates audiences of all ages.
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danakaterine · 1 year ago
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Traditional Landscape - Driveway An example of a huge traditional full sun front yard stone landscaping in spring.
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blublucaps · 2 years ago
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Front Yard in Minneapolis Photo of a huge mediterranean full sun front yard stone water fountain landscape in summer.
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mikkomacko · 2 months ago
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timo and some of the guys taking reader out drinking and returning to an angry nico with a drunk reader
You did nothing wrong, to be fair.
Well maybe not entirely since you never once told Nico that you weren’t in fact having a quiet night at home anymore.
It was supposed to be a cute and cozy movie night for the two of you, but Nico had some stuff to work out with Lee and the Isles so he’d gone over to Elmont with Jonas and Jesper.
And whatever deal or job they were working out had run far longer than they thought it would. Nico was gonna be home late, something he swore he’d make up for by cooking you dinner tomorrow night, whatever you wanted, and then snuggling with you on the couch after.
It was a fair deal. So you weren’t upset. That and you know how this life goes. It’s very unpredictable and you’ve learned to adapt.
Which is exactly what you did when Timo’s contact lit up your phone screen ten minutes after Nico rescheduled your date.
“Come to the bar with us tonight!” He had said in place of a greeting, and you could hear the muffled voices of the other boys in the background.
“I don’t Teems,” you mumbled, eyeing the couch and fuzzy blankets you’d laid out earlier.
The line rustled, Timo’s disgruntled shout trailing away as someone stole the phone from him.
“Come on boss,” it was Mercer, words already a little sloppy. “We can’t go out without our leader, and we’d rather have you than Nico anyway.”
Before you could answer, overlapping shouts of encouragement and jeering interrupted whatever excuse you were trying to come up with. Instead you laughed.
“Alright alright! I’ll be ready in half an hour, someone better be outside to pick me up!”
That was four hours ago.
Four hours of scream singing Kesha in the car with Jack, Luke, and Holtzy who were your drivers for the night. Four hours of slipping into Nico’s seat at the private booth, martini and martini coming to the table. They were unstopping, always with extra garnishes, and always at the ready like some weird fountain of youth. Four hours of trying to out drink Mercer and out dance Timo. Four hours of keg standing behind the bar with Lazar and Dermy.
Lazar gives out first, legs awkwardly slipping from Haula’s hold and his boots crash heavily into the wood floor. The boys holler like drunk frat boys at a football game, Dermy slapping at your calf in celebration and you let the nozzle slip from your lips.
Dermy carefully drops your legs, your toes barely touching the ground before him, Timo, and Mercer are squeezing around you. Head spinning, from both alcohol and being upside down, you laugh as Timo lifts you up. Hanging over his shoulder you find Jack, the older Hughes boy just as plastered and lining up a row of fireball shots.
“Miss boss!” He yells, messily waving you over and you stretch your arms out towards him.
“Jacky!” You call, words slurring but enough for him to comprehend. And Timo too because he stumbles around the counter to Jack, placing you on the sticky bar top.
Mercer’s head pops up next to you, propped on his elbows and his eyes twinkle when he sees the shot glasses.
“We should close the bar for just us more often.” Mercer laughs, shaking sweaty strands of hair off his forehead. Haula claps him on the shoulder, a shit eating grin on his face when he looks between the group of you.
“And leave Nico at home!” He teases, winking at you. You laugh, elbow digging into Mercers shoulder as you lean over him to get closer to Haula.
“But I like him!” You defend, swaying a bit when Mercer adjusts his stance in order to accept the overflowing shot glass Jack is hanging him. “He’s so fun!”
They all groan in unison, dramatically hanging their heads as if you just said the most  egregious sentence ever spoken.
“Babe,” Jack pouts, “you don’t have to lie to us. You can say you’re with him because he’s hot.”
He hands you a shot glass. “What?” You gasps, then giggle drunkenly. “He’s so fun. We should invite him.”
Jack and Mercer share a look. “You must not be drunk enough. Hurry and down that.”
You don’t need to be told twice. The group of you messily clink glasses together, fireball dripping down your fingers and then you’re tossing it back.
Heat licks at your throat and chest, enough to make your voice hoarse when you jab a finger at Jack’s shoulder. “Don’t be mean to my Nico, mister.”
He holds his hands up in defense. “M’just saying, he doesn’t have a lot of hobbies.”
“Boring,” Haula cackles. “He’s saying he’s boring.”
“That is so not true!” You shout, shocked that any of them could say that. “Take that back Jack!”
The boy giggles, smacking Timo on the chest before nodding at you. “Beat me at a keg off and I’ll take it back!”
Not one to shy away from a challenge, especially when drunk, you push yourself off the bar with gangly limbs. Timo reaches out to steady you, helping you to your feet with a drunken laugh.
“Dermy,” you shout, “get my feet. We’re kegging!”
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Which is where Nico finds you two minutes later, sitting on Timo and Dermy’s shoulders with the leg nozzle hanging from your lips and Jack on his knees behind the bar, puking into the trash can.
You don’t see him at first, triumphantly holding your fists in the air while the two men bounce you in time with all the boys cheering. Luke is at your feet, a wide grin plastered on his face and phone out taking either a video or a photo.
Not that it matters to you, sticking your tongue out and squeezing your eyes shut as you lean forward into the camera. Time has to grab your thigh to keep you from falling, laughing when you cheer “suck on that Jacky boy!”
You can hear Jack trying to rebuttal, but it’s quickly cut off by the ear piercing whistle that rings through the empty bar.
Everyone freezes, half of you out of fear and the other half out of drunken surprise. Because three men are in the entryway of the bar, Jesper and Jonas trying to hide amused smiles as they take in the scene in front of them.
You plastered and on the shoulders of Timo and Dermy, the boys jeering you on. And Jack on the floor, two seconds away from passing out.
You’re too focused on the beautiful man in front though, unfazed by the scowl on his lips and the pinch between his eyebrows. He’s still in the dress pants he wore this morning, but his button up has been abandoned in favor of a black tank top, so tight you think you can see his abs through it.
“What is going on here?” Nico growls, arms crossed over his chest. Your eyes fall to his biceps, mouth pooling with saliva as they flex.
Timo and Dermy drop you, not enough for it hurt but enough that it makes your knees wobble and buckle, only staying upright when Luke’s body gets in the way of you falling.
“Oh shit,” Timo mutters. “Sorry babe.”
You don’t care. All you care about is the beautiful, beautiful man up front that’s staring at you so heatedly you think you might melt.
“Nicoooo!” You sing, stumbling through the crowd of boys and towards your boyfriend. He meets you halfway, sighing heavily when you trip on your own feet and wobble forward.
Crashing into his chest, you slink your arms around his middle, wrap your right leg around his left and squish your cheek into his body. Nico wraps an arm around you to keep you steady, fingers tight around your bicep.
“Whose bright idea was this?” Nico calls out, gruff and annoyed. You can hear muttering behind you, all the boys arguing over who to blame and who kept serving drinks and who challenged who and who even planned this in the first place.
Sleepy, you tuck your chin into his chest and blink up Nico. “Don’t be mad, why are you mad?”
Nico sighs softly, peering down at you with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t think to tell me that you wouldn’t be at home tonight?” He asks, though it doesn’t actually sounds like a question.
“Or maybe answer your phone when I text? Or again when I call? Five times?”
Confused, you slap at the back pocket of your jeans, frowning when you come up empty handed. You have no idea where your phone is.
“Lost,” you respond, clinging tighter to Nico when he looks over your head and nudges forward, free hand stretching out. Then he’s wiggling your phone in front of you, an amused frown on his face when you smile.
“You found it! It’s because you’re so smart, I know you’re so smart and fun. And funny too, like when you make that face.”
Your fingers find his mouth, tracing over his pout fondly. Nico ignores your touch and slips your phone into your back pocket.
“I was worried,” he scolds, voice deep and rumbly. “Especially when you didn’t answer the fifth call…”
Nico looks at you pointedly, and it settles heavily in your gut when you finally realize what he’s saying. You’d gone MIA on him pretty much. As soon as Luke and Holtzy were knocking on your door, you’d forgotten everything except that Jack had Jell-O shots in the back seat and Luke is good on aux.
You never told Nico where you were going or how long. And then you never answered your phone.
Okay maybe you did technically do something wrong.
“Nico,” you gasps softly, dropping your right foot back to the ground and standing up straight. “M’sorry. I just-Luke and then Jack, and Mercer called me boss, and then we were having fun-“
“Oh I know,” he interrupts. “I had about ten videos from Jack of you on the bar and then on the keg and on the dance floor.”
Maybe he’s a tiny bit amused now, ready to let everything go. You smile innocently, cheeks heating up as he recounts your drunken fun. Nico nods to the Devs behind him.
“Someone get Jack home. The rest of you clean up and get out.”
Immediately they jump into action, scuffling and chatting lowly as the sober help the drunk home. You imagine Luke is in charge of Jack and you wince.
“What?” Nico mumbles, brushing your hair out of your face.
“I made Jack throw up.” You whisper, giggling quietly. “And now Luke has to clean him up.”
Nico blinks. “Good, maybe it’ll teach them to grow up.”
You pout. “I’m older than them.”
“You don’t need to grow up. You can stay just like this.”
“Because you’ve got me?”
Pride glimmers in his dark eyes. “Because I got you.”
Nico takes you home after that, holds your hand in the car and talks you through chugging a bottle of water on the ride there. And he helps you inside, an arm around your waist when you stumble through the front door. And he even holds your hair when you dash into the kitchen to throw up.
Even if he is angry or annoyed, he’s got you.
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