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You think being married to a musician is gonna be cool and in most ways it is but you better hope you have room in your house for all the gear they accumulate

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auughh i want to do too many things theres not enough hours in the day or dollars in my bank account

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One of a Kind – Custom Roland TD-20 Drum Module Enclosure

Looking for a way to level up your electronic drum setup? Check out our custom-built metal enclosure for the Roland TD-20 drum module! This enclosure is designed to deliver durability, functionality, and bold style, making it the ultimate addition to any drummer’s gear. 🎥 Watch the full video here: One of a Kind – Custom Roland TD-20 Drum Module Enclosure Key Features: ✅ Heavy-Duty 14-Gauge…

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Enhancing Efficiency with Fork Mount Drum Handlers: A Comprehensive Guide

Introduction: In industries where the handling of drums is a routine task, investing in efficient and reliable equipment is essential. Fork Mount Drum Handlers offer a versatile solution for lifting, transporting, and maneuvering drums with ease, helping businesses streamline their operations and improve workplace efficiency. In this blog, we'll explore the features and benefits of Fork Mount Drum Handlers and delve into how they contribute to enhanced efficiency across various industries. 

Understanding Fork Mount Drum Handlers: Fork Mount Drum Handlers are specialized attachments designed to be mounted on forklift trucks, turning them into powerful drum handling machines. These handlers typically feature: 

Robust Construction: Built from durable materials such as steel or aluminum, Fork Mount Drum Handlers are designed to withstand the rigors of industrial environments and provide reliable performance over extended periods. 

Adjustable Arms: Many Fork Mount Drum Handlers come with adjustable arms or clamps that can be customized to securely grip drums of various sizes and configurations, ensuring versatile handling capabilities. 

Lifting Mechanism: Equipped with hydraulic or mechanical lifting mechanisms, these handlers enable forklift operators to lift drums from ground level to elevated positions, allowing for easy loading, unloading, and transport. 

Safety Features: Fork Mount Drum Handlers often include safety features such as locking mechanisms or anti-slip grips to prevent accidents and ensure the secure handling of drums during lifting and transport operations. 

Benefits of Fork Mount Drum Handlers: Implementing Fork Mount Drum Handlers in industrial settings offers several benefits for businesses looking to optimize their drum handling processes: 

Increased Efficiency: By converting forklift trucks into versatile drum handling machines, Fork Mount Drum Handlers enable operators to lift, transport, and position drums quickly and efficiently, reducing manual labor and minimizing downtime. 

Enhanced Safety: With their secure gripping mechanisms and safety features, Fork Mount Drum Handlers help prevent accidents and injuries associated with manual drum handling, creating a safer work environment for employees. 

Versatility: Fork Mount Drum Handlers are compatible with a wide range of forklift trucks and can handle various drum sizes and types, making them suitable for diverse applications across different industries. 

Cost Savings: By improving efficiency, reducing labor costs, and minimizing the risk of product damage or spillage, Fork Mount Drum Handlers help businesses save money and increase profitability over time. 

Applications Across Industries: Fork Mount Drum Handlers find applications in a wide range of industries and settings, including: 

Manufacturing: In manufacturing facilities, Fork Mount Drum Handlers streamline the handling of raw materials, intermediate products, and finished goods stored in drums, optimizing production processes and minimizing downtime. 

Warehousing and Distribution: In warehouses and distribution centers, these handlers facilitate the efficient movement of drums, pallets, and other materials, improving logistics operations and maximizing storage space. 

Construction: On construction sites, Fork Mount Drum Handlers assist in the transportation of materials such as cement, asphalt, and aggregates stored in drums, enabling contractors to complete projects more quickly and cost-effectively. 

Conclusion: Fork Mount Drum Handlers are indispensable tools for businesses seeking to enhance efficiency, safety, and productivity in their drum handling operations. By investing in these versatile attachments, companies can streamline their workflows, minimize risks, and achieve greater success in today's competitive industrial landscape. 

Final Thoughts: As industries continue to evolve and demand for efficient material handling solutions grows, Fork Mount Drum Handlers are poised to play an increasingly vital role in optimizing operations and driving business success. By harnessing the capabilities of these innovative attachments, companies can stay ahead of the curve and achieve their operational goals with ease. 

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The Gungan Shield Activates

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:45:43

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Basement Lookout Example of a large 1960s look-out porcelain tile basement design with beige walls, a standard fireplace and a brick fireplace

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Craftsman Home Bar - L-Shape sized crafts and arts Home bar with recessed-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, and wood countertops in a l-shape, with a light wood floor.

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Contemporary Closet Philadelphia Dressing room - mid-sized contemporary gender-neutral medium tone wood floor dressing room idea with flat-panel cabinets and dark wood cabinets

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The Ride (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Pt 2)

Wow, I truly didn't expect all the love for the last post! Thank you so so much! Here's a part two baked fresh just for you lovelies! ;)

( Also! I'm going to work on putting together a masterlist for my fics for him since I have so many ideas)

Ps. please send me requests for this man i'm going feral over here from all the possibilities

Part 1 here

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 1.9k

-Minor NSFW Content-

Summary- You thought getting on the bike would be the hardest part. Having to unwrap your legs from his waist and get off at the end of the night was significantly more difficult.

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Despite the fact that you knew there were multiple people surrounding you, all cheering, your eyes were glued to Benny’s form as he swung a leg over top of his bike. He kickstarted the motorcycle, the muscles in his thigh flexing through the faded pair of jeans he wore. The engine roared to life and it took everything in you not to jump back. Benny glanced over his shoulder, and the look in his eyes all but dared you to run away, to take it back and return to the safety of the car. 

But some underlying competitive streak in you flared and you clenched your fists tightly. You approached his bike and he took your purse and Tupperware bowl, tucking them away in his back compartment. He leaned forward and awkwardly swung a leg over his bike, attempting to repeat his action as you mounted, but the movement caused your dress to slide up to reveal a generous view of your upper thigh. Blushing, you glanced at the onlookers who cheered and whistled at the sight, but Benny seemed to ignore them. Without looking, he reached back, his hand enveloping your thigh, sliding it higher so that your foot found the footrest. Heat instantly blossomed from the contact and you physically resisted clenching your knees tighter around him. 

“Hang on tight, Little Bunny,” he murmured as he moved his hand to grab your arm, gently guiding it forward to wrap around his waist.  He revved the engine and you tighten your grasp over his waist, eyes closed as the bike began to slowly roll forward over the grassy field. The cheers subsided into the wind that tugged gently at your hair. You’re going on an adventure, it seemed to say, but you refused to open your eyes.

Heart drumming in your chest, you hoped to spend the entire ride with your eyes screwed shut, pretending to be anywhere else, anywhere safer. But then the bumpy and uneven field soon turned to smooth blacktop as he maneuvered the two of you onto the backroad. You felt the bike increase in speed slightly and you dared to peek an eye open. Corn fields blurred as you sped by, the setting sun seeming to light the horizon with a brilliant show of deep oranges and purples. A gasp escaped your lips and you pressed yourself closer to him in a desperate measure to not fall off, hands flush against the curve of his abdomen.  

He rode with one hand, you realized, and it painted a picture of a cowboy in your mind. Had this been the 1860s, Benny would have ridden his horse like this, a model of a true outlaw with his dangerous persona and ruggedly handsome appearance.

The world sped by, or rather you sped by the world as Benny drove down the center of the yellow lines. You couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you as he leaned the bike to go around a turn. He took you down roads you’ve never been before, pointed out interesting things and places you’ve never seen. True to his word, he didn’t go very fast, never faster than the speed limit at least. But regardless, it was an adventure – both frightening and fun and your heart never seemed to return to its slower rhythm. Despite the fact that you've never ridden on a motorcycle before and the uncertainty of your next destination, there was strange sense of safety that invoked you as you breathed in Benny's scent, hands clasped tightly to him. As the sun completely dipped below the horizon and the temperature dropped, he finally asked you where you lived. 

When he did eventually pull up to your house (hours later), the rumble of the motorcycle seemed to echo off the houses, disturbing the peaceful silence of your quiet neighborhood. He cut the engine and the toe of his boot kicked out the kickstand, shifting your combined weights to the side slightly and the air was once again filled with silence. The muscles in his back flexed as he leaned back ever so slightly, his head turning to glance back at you over his shoulder.

He held an arm out for you as you awkwardly dismounted, heart pounding again. A strange sense of disappointment panged in your gut as the bottom of your heels made contact with the blacktop. You stood there before him, eyes now level with his as he remained seated casually on his bike. Keep driving, you wanted to tell him. Keep driving and let's find our way to the end of the world together. You wanted to hop back on the back and wrap your arms around his waist. You wanted to ride with him till the sun came up over the horizon, just this once, just because you’ve never stayed out till the sun came up. Your family would worry, your father would be pacing up and down the hallway just inside, but something in you longed to throw caution to the wind, to do something naughty. 

You bit your lip as you broke eye contact with him and looked down to your feet. What were you thinking? You played life by the rules. You were a good girl, that’s what your parents called you. That’s what your teachers called you. That’s what you were raised to be. That’s all you knew how to be, what you were comfortable with. Benny . . . he made you uncomfortable. He filled your belly with butterflies, made your heart pump harder than normal, made the spot between your legs tingle. All things that dangerously threatened to upend the perfectly planned life you had. Trouble, plain and simple.

You got what you wanted – a ride home and a bit of excitement. You got close enough to the fire without getting burned, got to play a risky game for the evening. Now it was time for you to go back to your routine life. That perfectly . . . boring life. 

“Thank you . . . for the ride,” you said softly, the adrenaline of the adventure smothering into ashes. 

He nodded and you watched as his cyan gaze moved from you to your house behind you. “You still live with your family?”

“Yeah,” you replied, heat touching your face. “Why?”

He looked back at you. “Just gotta know what kind of house you want after we’re married.”

“What?” you balked at him, stomach dropping like you just took a plunge off a bridge.

He smiled and leaned an arm forward, resting casually on his bike as if he didn’t just say something shockingly direct. He offered no help, just watched as you attempted to sputter a response.

“M–married? We . . . I don’t . . . even know you.” You breathed out a nervous laugh. You went for one ride with him! You had only had a handful of sentences exchanged between you, the majority of those spoken with a crowd cheering around you. Who did this guy think he was? 

He shrugged as he slid his hands into the front pocket of his jacket and retrieved his pack of cigarettes. “We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other.”

Your eyes widened at his audacity. “I’m not marrying you!”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” He looked amused as he flipped open his lighter, the flame casting his face in an orange glow as he lit one of his cigarettes. Your protests wavered slightly as you watched his hands cup around the flame in an effort to protect from the wind and his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, the cigarette tucked between his lips. A phantasm of his hands cupping your breasts, his tall frame hovering above you, lips pressing softly against your collarbone tainted your mind and you took a step back to put physical distance between you and this man. 

Swallowing thickly, you continued, “Well, I don’t even know your last name–”

“Cross.”

“–And I don’t even know if I like you!”

“I think you like me,” he said confidently and you snapped your jaw shut at the accusation. “Why else would you let me drive you home?”

“W–what if I just used you to get me home?” you countered quickly. 

“Did you use me, Bunny?” he drew out the sentence with an almost painfully seductive smile. You furrowed your brow, irritation flooding your veins. He was quick, you’d give him that.

Benny studied the way your lips pursed and he wondered if that was something you did while you were angry or if it was your way of finding another excuse. He wanted to spend the rest of his life finding the answers to your facial expressions, the meaning behind your almost undetectable quirks he was discovering with each minute spent in your company. And my god, those those lips . . . his eyes fell down to those soft lips of yours, fascinated by how he wanted to feel them wrapped around his—

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Cross,” your voice brought him back to reality as you reached forward and grabbed your purse and empty Tupperware bowl from his bike. “But I–I have no intentions on marrying you. In fact, I doubt I’ll ever see you again.”

“Hmm, okay,” he feigned being hurt by your words. “Whatever you say, kid.” 

You shot him a frustrated look. “What’s with all the nicknames?”

He held up his arms in mock surrender. “You don’t like ‘em?”

"I don't think they're very accurate."

He raised his brows at you, unconvinced.

“Yeah? Well, I got a nickname for you.” you retorted. 

“And what’s that?” He played along to your game. 

“Trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“Mh-hm.” You nodded and lifted your free hand to brush the wind-whipped hair from your eyes.

He shrugged and spoke around the cigarette in his mouth. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that. You think I’m trouble, Bunny?”

An exasperated sigh left your lips and Benny felt a swell of pride at the reaction. This was fun, teasing you like this. The blush tainting your face, a clear sign of your flustered reaction, made his heartbeat quicken. 

“Goodnight, Benny,” you said a little firmer as you turned and walked up the sidewalk to your house. 

“Goodnight, Bunny,” Benny called out as he watched the sway of your hips as you climbed the front steps. You shot him one last look over the curve of your shoulder before you opened the front door and slipped inside. Benny sat on his bike outside your house, his mind reeling as he finished his cigarette. He hadn’t felt this excited in a long time and hadn't felt this kind of adrenaline since his first ride. This was a new kind of ride, Benny realized. Something exhilarating and arousing gripped his heart when he looked at you in your pretty little dress with your innocently wide eyes and pouty lip. The primal instinct of taking you in his arms and laying you down onto your shared bed, his body shielding you from the rest of the world played in his mind the movie. He wanted to grab your hand and show you just how exciting life could be with him. Not to change you, he’d make sure your integrity was protected, but to broaden your horizon.

And maybe it made him selfish, but Benny's never had anything as good as you in his life and because of that, he wanted to be your guide throughout every adventure going forward.

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Open - Family Room

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Living Room in Miami

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Living Room Loft-Style

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Columbus Transitional Family Room

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Transitional Family Room - Open