#ladder frames

[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

Ladder Frame Scaffolding Manufacturing - H Frames - Wellmade China

[vintagehomecollection]

The author's own private place is accessible with a ship's ladder. Carved into an attic it's a place of quiet inspiration.

The Not So Big House - A Blueprint for the Way We Really Live, 1998

[coworkerjonathan]

So, I thought I knew every haunted place in the institution....

Until @ultramarinaa showed me what's behind this completely normal door that I somehow never noticed before.

Just to stress: This door is in a most normal hallway next to a bunch of normal offices.

[morganbritton132]

I don’t think we as a fandom do enough with the fact that Buck is fine with stealing.

[feech]

no because why Naoko Mori literally hysterical. 10/10 funniest person ever

[oplishin]

Money in the Bank 2014

[devilmokujin]

the nephelomancy ringed version also has this bae concept photo that's sooooooo good i dont think I've ever seen it before

[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

Ladder Frame Scaffolding Manufacturing - H Frames - Wellmade China

[confines]

i've hung my suncatcher on my metal four poster because i want to luxuriate in the act of creation a little while longer and now i'm planning on making little beaded curtains for my bedframe. so fun! i love making stuff and having a nice time decorating my environment. :')

[simplyghosting]

Vent in my bathroom is crooked and also leaking some weird red stuff and it’s so annoying bc I’m too short to reach up and fix it

[shawcl]

my landlord's son is coming in tomorrow to install a new smoke detector in my bedroom which feels so invasive since that’s probably my most private room 😕

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[msafegroupofficial]

https://sumssolution.com/h-frame-scaffolding-in-mumbai-rent-or-buy-today/

H-frame scaffolding is a construction support system. It provides a stable platform for workers to perform tasks at elevated heights. It is usually made up of two parallel vertical frames that are connected by horizontal braces that look like an “H” shape. This system is used for plastering interior walls and facades. Other applications are shipbuilding and repair, insulation, façade cladding, and painting.

The H-frame scaffolding ladder is comfortable and durable. It mostly used robust materials such as steel and aluminum for the frame. This provides high strength and durability. Hence, making H-frame scaffolding in Mumbai, a commonly used scaffolding system in construction projects across the city. For those seeking flexibility, H-frame scaffolding on rent near me is also readily available. It is an ideal solution for both temporary and large-scale painting.

H-frame scaffolding is used for a variety of constructions, including in apartment and tall buildings, commercial and retail complexes, underground stations and on subways, facilities that produce energy, medical institutions, such as hospitals, bridge slabs and viaducts, projects involving hydroelectric plants, and within commercial structures.

Components of H-Frame Scaffolding

Typically, a H-frame scaffolding ladder is made up of the following components:

Vertical Frames (H-Frames): These are the main vertical components that create the “H” shape. They’re the primary support for the scaffolding structure and usually come in different heights to aid different construction needs.

Cross Braces: These horizontal diagonal braces connect the vertical frames, which add stability and prevent swaying. Cross braces are integral for maintaining the structural integrity of the scaffolding.

Ledgers are the horizontal tubes that run parallel to the building face, connecting the H frames. They are vital to the overall stability of the structure and help the scaffold support planks or boards where workers stand.

[hakunonon]

also what is it about the parfait section of the event shop specifically that just chunks my game to shit.

[tianjinwellmadescaffold]

Ladder Frame Scaffolding Manufacturing - Welllmade China - Masonry Scaff...

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

you can hear it in the silence

summary: you have had an insane crush on Clark since he moved to metropolis, but thank god he has no idea about the way he makes your heart skip a bear every time he smiles (honey, you've got a big storm comin') wc:  1k+  a/n:  Please feel free to send any requests my way!  warnings: general fluff, reader owns a bookstore, reader has no idea about clark's powers, as always the title is from a Taylor Swift song- sue me

“It’s not a big deal, Clark.” you insist, phone squished between your ear and your shoulder. 

“It’s a big deal to me.” he insists, an unusual heaviness to his voice. 

“It will take a while, but I'll manage, I mostly just called to complain.” You surveyed the boxes stacked up in front of the storefront, hands on your hips and a frown playing at the corner of your lips. When your grandmother had left you her quaint bookstore in downtown Metropolis, you had half a mind to sell it off to the first interested buyer. You’d gone as far as contacting a realtor, but cancelled the first showing at the last minute. 

Too much of your childhood was nestled in between the children’s books and the non fiction shelves, too many memories of your grandmother hosting story time and holding copies of the new releases you’ve been dying for to be able to part with it. 

You’d given everyone the day off, a few employees were headed to a festival in the park, someone was on a family vacation and overall, it was meant to be a slow day at the shop. And it was, until the delivery man left you with 30 hulking boxes of new release hard covers. Worse yet, it looked like it was going to rain. 

“I’m on my break, I’ll head over.” 

It was pointless, to argue, once Clark had an idea in his head, he was stubborn. But you were a bit of a slow learner. “By the time you get here your break is going to be awful. I’m sure that traffic is terrible because of the festival.” 

“You have such little faith in me!” you turned to find Clark a ways down the block, arms stretched out, his suit just a big too big on his frame. His hair was windswept, glasses slightly crooked perched on his nose. He jogged towards you, a goofy smile on his face. 

“How do you keep doing this?” If you didn’t know better, you would swear that Clark was psychic. He was somehow always exactly where you needed him to be. 

Clark slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his side for a moment. “Just gifted I guess.” He gave you another squeeze before releasing you and stepping back to assess the situation. “You sure you ordered enough?” 

You playfully shoved him, but he didn’t even wobble. Clark had been your rock ever since he moved into the city. You’d been close falling off a ladder, stretching to dust the top of a shelf when the ladder had begun to tilt. He’d tripped over a stack of books on the way, but he managed to prop the ladder back upright, you along with it. “We have that signing in a couple weeks, didn’t want to run out.” 

All he did was nod, shrugging off his suit jacket that somehow was just a bit too big for his frame and rolled up the sleeves of his white button down. “We’ll take care of it,” he said, voice sure. And with the way he managed to lift three of the boxes as if they were full of pillows, you were inclined to believe him. 

It had taken the two of you all of five minutes to get everything inside, not that Clark had allowed you to move more than the first box. “You make a way better doorman anyways.” He joked without malice. You were leaning up against the counter, your shoulder bumping into his arm. 

“Don’t say I never do anything for you, Clark.” 

“I never would.” Your gaze was fixed firmly on the floor, but you could feel the intensity in his gaze burning into the side of your head, regardless. You settle for leaning a bit of your weight against him, taking comfort in his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you close. 

“Wait,” you turned, nearly crawling across the counter to wake up the computer sitting on the other side of the counter. “You’re going to be late!” 

“When have I ever been late?” you could hear the laughter in his voice, but you ignored it in favor of grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. You grabbed his shoulders, and mercifully he let you guide him to the door. You knew from past experience if he didn’t want to go, there was no way to move him. 

“Last week, I was stranded at the Thai place down the street!” 

He stopped dead in his tracks, leaning against the doorway and pushing the curls resting on his forehead away with the back of his hand. He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “For how long?” 

“That’s not the point, you presented the information as an objective truth!” you resisted the urge to stomp your foot, he was already looking pointedly at your crossed arms and making the face he does when he’s trying not to laugh in your face. 

“I asked a question, I think the trouble lies in your interpretation.” He was leaning down to meet your eyes, and you were thankful there was no way he could hear the way your heart was pounding. "And it was only five minutes."

You shoved him gently, ignoring the fact that he didn’t so much as wobble. “You’re going to be late, go!” You both paused, the moment heavy between you. All you could focus on was the rise and fall of his chest under your hands for a few moments. One of his hands rested over both of yours, squeezing briefly before stepping back and letting your hands drop. 

“Be careful on the ladder this time.” 

“Go!” 

He lingered for a few moments longer, giving you a final once over before nodding to himself and spinning on his heel. After a few steps, he turned around to face you, his head sticking up above the crowd of people on the sidewalk. “We still on for dinner?” 

“Late!” you laughed, waving him off. He raised his eyebrows, unphased by the people forced to part around him. “Yes! Now go!” 

You stood in the doorway, watching him duck and dodge the other pedestrians for longer than you would admit, thankful that he hadn’t turned and caught you. 

Unfortunately for you, even in a crowd of people with his back turned, he couldn’t help but be aware of you. You just didn’t know it yet.