#WindowScreening

[smithsella]

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[leila-the-witch]

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[aaasecuritydoors]

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[aaadoors]

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[bcsshop]

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[vestalwindows]

Sliding Windows with Screens: Benefits and Ideal Use Cases

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1. Superior Airflow

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Use Case: Perfect for living rooms, kitchens, or any space where you want to maximize air circulation and enjoy a breeze.

2. Insect and Debris Protection

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4. Low Maintenance

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Use Case: Suitable for busy households where ease of upkeep is a priority, or for windows in hard-to-reach areas.

5. Aesthetic Flexibility

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIKTOK TRENDS¹ * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5

Just like Matt worked with YouTube making videos with his brothers, Y/N worked with TikTok. She created her account on the app in 2019, and from 2020, she lost her camera shyness slowly and started posting her own videos, creating content for her favorite niche: makeup and skincare.

When Matt moved to Los Angeles, the two met in an unexpected and cliché encounter in line at a bakery on a rainy morning. Their friendship grew as quickly as it began, and feelings were gradually cultivated. With both of them working on the Internet and being public figures, it was easy to understand each other and fit in their crazy schedules.

It didn't take much. The two quickly found themselves in a tangle of reciprocal feelings. Matt felt proud that he was brave enough to make the first move, and soon, the two were in a beautiful relationship that blossomed very quickly and lightly.

Because they both work with social networks, they decided not to keep their love a secret, and what surprised them most was how the fans supported them together, it was rare that they encountered comments from haters.

With that, in all of the Sturniolo Triplets' YouTube videos and Y/N's TikToks, there were thousands of people begging them to make more content together, being called "the power couple" by both fandoms.

That's why Y/N always found a way to convince Matt to do some couple trends on TikTok with her, and despite pretending he didn't like it, she knew how much he adored making mini videos with her, showing to the world how much he loved her.

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1.

Y/N fitted her phone on the phone holder attached to the right side of the front windowscreen of Matt's car - which was there precisely because she loved recording herself doing makeup there, being the passenger princess she was -, lowering the brightness of the screen so that the boy couldn't see the TikTok camera open.

She adjusted the position of the device so that it covered the two front seats, pressing the red button to start recording, smiling slightly to the camera before looking away.

Matt didn't notice her movements, too focused on the sight in front of him, driving slowly through the McDonald's drive thru line, waiting for their turn. His left hand held the steering wheel, while his right hand rested on Y/N's thigh, caressing her covered skin gently.

Y/N's calm playlist played softly through the speakers, creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of them.

The girl knew that she was going to make the order that day, knowing that Matt was feeling too anxious to talk to a stranger, so her plan would work.

"Do you already know what you will want, baby?" The girl asked. Her tone was low as she turned her upper body to the left, focusing her eyes on the brunette.

"Just some nuggets, baby. And Coke, please." He asked, looking at her quickly before returning his eyes to the cars in front of them, receiving a nod from the girl.

It didn't take long and soon it was their turn. Matt rolled down the window on the driver's side door, smiling kindly at the attendant before turning to his girlfriend, waiting for her to start the order.

Y/N leaned to her left, getting closer to Matt so the attendant could hear her clearly.

"Hi, good evening! Can I have a cheeseburger with fries and a Diet Coke, please?" She spoke her order, waiting for the attendant to select it before starting Matt's. "And my husband will just have a big portion of nuggets and a Coke, please."

Y/N tried to capture Matt's reaction without letting on that she was expecting something, watching him surreptitiously from the corner of her eye, pressing her lips into a thin line when she saw him smile big, lowering his face to hide the red color that took over his cheeks.

His hand - which was still on the girl's thigh - squeezed the flesh lightly, and Y/N could swear his fingers were shaking.

After receiving confirmation from the attendant and paying for them, Matt rolled up the window and gently accelerated to get back in line.

When the car in front stopped again, he finally turned to Y/N, a huge smile on his face as his eyes glistened with tears.

"I'm your husband?" He asked, his voice coming out weak from the emotions he felt, his cheeks burning with redness while he felt his heart accelerating.

"Not yet, but one day you will be." Y/N said in a low voice, smiling equally big. She brought her left hand to Matt's right, caressing the soft skin, holding herself back from pulling him into a hug and peppering him with kisses.

"I love you so much. So, so much." He muttered, moving closer and sealing his lips over Y/N's, closing his eyes and letting a happy sigh scape through his nose, a smile still on his mouth.

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2.

Y/N placed her phone on the kitchen counter next to the stove so that the front camera was facing her and taking in as much information from the room as possible.

The girl was cutting some vegetables while preparing lunch for herself and the boys, wiping her hands on the dishrag before clicking on the screen, starting the recording.

"Baby!" She called from where she was, smiling quickly to the camera before lifting her chin slightly so that her voice echoed better. "Come here, I need a favor."

The sound of her and Matt's shared bedroom door opening sounded before light footsteps approached. Soon, the boy's image appeared behind Y/N as he walked closer to her.

"Hi honey. What do you need?" He spoke back, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist and resting his chin on Y/N's right shoulder, sealing the area with his lips softly before noticing the phone recording them. "What are you doing?" Matt asked, his brow furrowed as his eyes focused on the image of the two hugging each other that stared back at him.

"I'm just recording a recipe." She lied quickly, lightly biting her bottom lip to hold back her laughter. She really didn't know how to lie to him. "Baby, can you go to the market for me? I need tomatoes to make sauce." Y/N asked, releasing the knife she was holding in her right hand and bringing it to Matt's head still on her shoulder, stroking his hair lightly, receiving a happy sigh in response.

The boy let out a sound of agreement, nodding his head before lifting it up, kissing Y/N's shoulder and her cheek, squeezing her waist one last time before taking some steps back.

"That's it, baby?" He asked as he felt his pants pocket with his right hand, checking if he had his wallet and car keys.

Y/N agreed, picking up the knife again and going back to cutting the vegetables.

"Alright, if you remember anything else, just text me. I love you, bye." Matt asked, turning around and starting to walk towards the stairs.

"Okay, thanks!" Y/N thanked him, smiling small when she heard Matt's footsteps stop abruptly. She looked up at her phone slightly, seeing her boyfriend turn around with a confused expression.

"I love you, bye." He repeated, watching her closely.

"Bye, honey. Drive safe." She added, trying to hide her smile as she turned her attention back to the vegetables.

Matt approached her again, positioning himself behind her body and tilting his head to the side so he could see her profile, his blue eyes running over her features.

"I love you." He repeated it a third time, this time slowly, as if he were speaking to a child.

"Okay." Y/N persisted, keeping her eyes on the vegetables, taking deep breaths to keep from laughing.

"Did I do something?" Matt asked, his right hand lightly grabbing Y/N's right arm and making her release the knife, turning her body so that she was facing him. "I'm sorry." He asked, his eyes scanning his girlfriend's face as a weight took over his gaze; he felt guilty despite not knowing what he had done.

"What? No, you didn't do anything." The girl shook her head, intertwining their fingers and looking at him in false confusion.

"But... that's not how it works, baby. I say, "I love you", and you have to say "I love you" back." Matt insisted, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening. "Did something happen that I don't know about?"

A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, she couldn't keep pretending when seeing the confusion in her boyfriend's eyes, her heart warmed with the way he was trying to apologize and fix something he didn't do and that, in fact, didn't even exist. Matt remained watching her, feeling even more lost than before.

"I'm sorry, It's just a prank, baby. It's for a TikTok." The girl explained, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.

Matt rolled his eyes, sighing in relief before a smile took over his face.

"You're still going to give me a heart attack." He muttered, shaking his head. "Let's do it again then. I love you, bye." Matt repeated, still holding his girlfriend, who laughed lightly at his reactions.

"I love you more, my love." She finally responded, reaching forward and quickly sealing their lips. "Now go buy my tomatoes."

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3.

Y/N held her phone with her right hand, the screen showing the TikTok camera open, with the audio already selected, just waiting to be started.

She was standing in front of the closet doors in her shared room with Matt. The lights were low, forming a comfortable atmosphere.

Her left hand held her favorite red lipstick from Kylie Cosmetics, with the lid off and the contents showing.

Her right thumb clicked the red button to start recording, the audio echoing through the four walls.

"Stay with me"

She applied one more layer of lipstick to her bottom lip, smudging it a little on purpose.

A masculine hand - Matt's - appeared in the camera view, cupping Y/N's chin firmly and wiping away the smudged lipstick with his thumb gently, pulling her face up so she was looking at him.

"I don't want you to leave..."

Y/N turned her phone slightly so the camera caught the two of them, Matt appearing at her side with his face and neck smeared with lipstick marks.

His face was facing hers, his blue eyes traveling from her eyes to her painted lips, a smirk appearing on his cheeks.

Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling her face take on a red color due to the intensity of his gaze, smiling shyly.

Matt pulling her face for a kiss was the last image captured on camera, before the TikTok ended.

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4.

"Baby?" Y/N called out loud, her eyes briefly flicking to her phone, which had the TikTok camera open, already recording herself.

She was sitting on the couch in the living room, the television on in the background as her favorite series played.

"Yes, baby?" Matt responded from their bedroom, leaving the room seconds later and approaching the living room, stopping near the couch as he looked at his girlfriend, waiting.

"Do we have orange?" She asked, turning her face towards him, smiling small when she saw a confused expression appear in his eyes.

"The fruit? Hm, I guess so. We bought it last time we went to the market." Matt replied, resting his hand on the back of the couch, leaning his hips on the armrest.

"I really feel like eating an orange right now." Y/N continued, closely watching her boyfriend's reaction.

"Oh, I'll get you one, hold on." Matt responded quickly, turning around and walking over to the fridge, opening the door and reaching for the fruit from the fruit and vegetable drawer.

Y/N looked at her phone camera wide-eyed, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled big, a reddish hue taking over her cheeks.

Just under two minutes later, Matt returned with a small bowl in hand, and Y/N quickly recognized it as her favorite bowl that had bee designs on it.

"Here, my love." He handed her the ceramic. Y/N took it and looked inside, seeing her orange not only peeled but cut so that she could eat it slowly and without getting her hands dirty.

Y/N pouted as her eyes filled with tears.

"Thank you." Her voice was broken due to the amount of love she felt at that moment, looking up at her boyfriend.

"What is it?" Matt asked worriedly, sitting down next to her and pulling her close, laying her head on his right shoulder as he brought his head closer to hers, sealing his lips on her hair and exhaling lightly, smelling the soft smell of shampoo. "Why are you crying, baby?"

"I just love you so much."

"I love you more, silly."

© vanteguccir

[rustbeltjessie]

An Essay About Empire Records

Today I woke up & it was 1995 alright like all mix tapes & low-top Chucks & I was back in my teenage bed teenage sweat & the scent of shit & glue through the windowscreen & dreaming of escape to a place where I could be so in love & not wish that I was dead yeah today there was another thing making me feel shitty but maybe you can dig it like it’s 1995 & we’re so skate rat on ramps built from plywood ollying forever we’re so ape hangin’ out at the cafe with our poetry slam & coffee eyes like we’re so secondhand record store with our used vinyl & our punk rock could we turn mud honey & touch me I’m sick I mean I’m shaking here all over- caffeinated & the kids at school call me freak cuz I’m so wrong- songed & love-wrong marked up skin a thrift shop reject always falling for boys & girls & what’s with today today can you help me look into these eyes & tell me is something here we could even gin blossom & I’ll figure everything is cool ‘til I hear yeah it’s 1995 & what I’ve got is all these quarters glued to the floor & I won’t explain my art to you but if I trade this quarter for a cigarette can I give you a smoke in exchange for a kiss? if I tell you I love you by 1:37 exactly maybe you can drop your dis honesty & if you make me a pin I’ll give you that whole psychedelic trip thing what I mean is we’re so 1995 & sugar high that by the end of the teen dream I mean the end of the movie we’ll be chewing gum & dancing on a rooftop with the other freaks & we damn the man all night long

—Jessie Lynn McMains, NaPoWriMo 2025, Day 8 (after Nate Slawson; originally posted here)

[tethysresort]

For the fic writer asks: 23 and 25 please!

Yay!  Thank you for the ask! 

23 - Lol, the first word that comes to mind is “silly” because so much of my writing IS silly - the premise, the events, the worldbuilding…  (Poor Gil-galad started as a mad stray thought one evening!).  “Worldbuilding” would be the second.  And I would select “plotted” as the third, because as silly as some of them are I do spend a lot of time working out the order of events and keeping ALL of the stories in an order and common AU that makes sense to me.  (And groaning because I have the river on the wrong side of the battle.)

25 - I have a LOT of hobbies.  Writing, flute (my oldest hobby!), photography (lol, the second oldest hobby!), cooking, gardening (SO MANY plants), fabric dyeing, embroidery (short-long and sashiko mostly), weaving (I am very fond of my rigid heddle loom, but I also do bandweaving in an old windowscreen frame),  Some, like writing, I do all the time!  And others I do as the mood strikes. 

I should really post some of the pictures I took from the orchid show. 

If you would like to play, here is the original link!

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

five shots at love

1. the meat of our mouths soaked in peach-wine sweetness peachfuzz girl-flesh sticky with blood and heat like the moths flaying their dusty wings against the windowscreen, I just want to get close to your light 2. dizzy from corner-store swill and summer smog we lay down in the filthy gutter, gaze up like a distant constellation, we are something long-gone that refuses to disappear from view 3. no sonnet can convince me that women have loved before as I love now, love like a martyr self-immolating, like a bottle shattering, like the blackberry burst of August on the vine 4. what I want to douse I end up stoking instead this liquid is less water, more gasoline in this overgrown backyard you are the honeysuckle, I am the mosquitoes and empties 5. I’m drunk on the futon and you’re asleep in the next room, you’re a distant flicker, I’m a moth self-immolating, like the syrupy comfort in this bottle the flame you fuel is hundred-proof

(from It’s Like The ‘Watch The Thrones’ Of Tender Punk Poems, c. March 2017)

[snowdropheart]

Birth Canal

The spring light bleeds through the birth canal, and the wild cherries—

Sometimes I worry I have been living upside-down, trying to swallow the sun from the grave,

and all my blood rushes in great white rapids to my head, drowning me in my own life. I peel potatoes. I salt my tongue. I press

my face to the windowscreen, searching for the trees dripping sap on the car so long ago,

but all that lies beyond is now. 

_

And Catherine, in her torment, sees everything fluttering out of reach like lapwings— “‘What you touch at present, you may have; but my soul will be on that hill-top . . .’”

An oriole flits from branch to branch in the sunshine, but that desperate midnight flickers like a broken film strip, aching—aching—aching— for something I have never known. (Some simple thing.)

Part of me—a black talon, clawing under all that blood— understands such savagery

and desire. “‘Why am I so changed?’”

_

The magnolia bows like a bride, and the trilliums trace paths to the altar along the forest floor;  how does anyone behave

among all this living? How does anyone breathe? Run? Ache? Weaving through the dew on winter-white legs like a spider making death and home—

[mutipede]

Really though I should just commit to an actual tolerance break longer than a week instead of just trying to consume more in hopes of once again going into crazy metaphorical thought spirals about "if every brain in existence isn't thinking the same thoughts as I am right now then conscious thought doesn't exist" (there was a logical reasoning behind this but I DO NOT remember what it was) and staring at a small bug on a windowscreen for what felt like hours because the longer I looked the more my eyes felt like microscopes

Or, perhaps, acquire shrooms.

[hexjulia]

handsawing aluminium tubes to the right size is somehow so much more annoying than i thought it would be. Making a windowscreen took me 2 hours somehow because i kept having to pull the frame apart and take another tiny slice off until it fit despite having measured carefully. lots of aluminium dust on the table. and my metal saw miter box was as it turns out also made out of aluminium instead of something harder meaning the more tubes i sawed the more material also was removed from the box itself and the less accurate it got lmao...

[snarp]

A sword is roughly the right shape/weight to hold a fucked-up windowscreen in place.

[just-spacetrash]

ok i'll bite. who is melina

EDIT: ermmm so im cleaning my drafts and i had this here fsgshdgd i frogot i never posted it cause i was too lazy to look for example images :'Ddd but the rant is all there and i still LOVE melina so here<3333 take my unfinished answer to ur question from like 6 months ago LMAO :Dd sorry i never answered this</33

okay first i wanna give a disclaimer: elden ring spoilers but also im not fact checking any of this this is just how i feel about her

so. melina. shes a character in elden ring whos the one that like levels u up and guides you a bit in the beginning. you may know her from the meme where she calls you bitchless

her whole story arc is about how shes gonna help you take down The Golden Order which is like laws of physics and also regular laws in the land and shes gonna do that by burning this

bigass tree. only to do so she like channels the flame through herself and like burns in the process too UNLESS

idk what clicked in my brain when i saw her but shes like everything to me. like everything bagel everything on my freetime i just come up with things that she is like to me. shes like a jenga block to me. like a lost-and-found pair of gloves. like a week old pastry in the window of some bakery. like a crack in a windowscreen of a car. i could go on

in canon shes a very complicated character too cause shes like the daughter of the God Queen Marika entrapped in the tree she wants to burn, and its a bit unclear to me if Marika wants the tree gone or nah since she like. invented the golden order that would be destroyed if the tree burns. either way yeah its like complicated

also im so fascinated by the conflict of how Melinas always talking about like some prophecy or like destiny being the reason why she sacrifices herself but at the same time, the whole burning of the tree is like breaking free of the, well literally, order of how things are

what makes my blorboification of Melina even funnier is that i dont unserstand like most of her lore, i just like her vibe. and so ive decided to craft her into something probably very 'out of character' but i dont mind since im objectively right about everything i say about her.

in conclusion, melina is my blorbo. my wretched little meow meow. my silly rabbit and right hand arm.

thank you