#carpenter app

[sturnskiss]

welcome to my acc ! ˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 masterlist taglists

19. she/her. ❤︎’s sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, gracie abrams, madison beer, lana del rey, ethel cain, nessa barrett, and ariana grande. writes sturniolo + obx

reqs/chat are open !!! talk to me ily

[xioesque]

Sabrina Carpenter : Espresso (layout) ★

[taylorsabrina]

wait... people on tiktok are only just coming to the realization that that impractical jokers prank (or whatever it was) they played on sabrina... isn't actually funny at all??

[kalakilo]

somethings not right here

[gotweim]

It's a song that you danced to in high school

It's a moon you tried to bring down

On a four in the morning drive

Through the streets of town

✨,❤️&✌🏼

[statuescrumble]

parallels

[weisshapt]

so what if i'm playing the love island game again. so what.

[squirrelstone]

No, but that has nothing to do with my music choice

[gracefullou]

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[ifixxer]

A Comprehensive Guide to Wood Loft Ladder Installation | Carpenter Services Near Me

Incorporating extra living space or storage inside your house is an exciting thing and a loft made of wood ladder is a stylish solution to this issue. The installation of a loft ladder does more than increase accessibility, and accessibility, but it adds an additional dash of rustic style to your home. In this article, we'll walk you through the steps of installing a wooden loft ladder that will allow you to make your loft an efficient and visually pleasing space.

Assessing Your Space:

Before you begin the process of installing, evaluate the space in your attic. Be sure that the area in which you are planning to place the ladder for your loft is sturdy and free of obstacles. The height of the ladder is measured from floor to ceiling to determine the length of the ladder you will need. Visit our website and check all services https://www.ifixxer.com/.

Choosing the Right Wood Loft Ladder:

Selecting the correct timber loft ladder can be vital to the success of your installation. Be aware of factors like the weight capacity, durability of the material and whether you would prefer an open or sliding style. Find different models and find one that matches both aesthetic and functional preference.

Gathering Tools and Materials:

Create a detailed list of all the tools and equipment required for installation. The most common requirements are screws, a power drill as well as a saw, a tape measure and an appropriate level. Be sure to have all the required elements before beginning the installation.

Preparing the Attic Opening:

If your attic doesn't have a space it's time to build one. Cut a hole carefully in the ceiling and ensure that it is in line with the position of the ladder. Frame the opening to create the ladder with structural support.

Measuring and Cutting the Ladder:

Take a measurement of the distance from the attic ceiling to floor in order to determine the proper length of the ladder. Cut the ladder carefully in accordance with the measurements you have made, and ensure that you have the right amount of precision to ensure a perfect fitting.

Installing the Ladder Frame:

The ladder frame should be secured in the opening of your attic. Make use of a level to make sure the frame is completely horizontal and level. This is crucial to ensure an efficient operation for the ladder.

Attaching the Ladder Sections:

Join the sections of ladder as per the directions of the manufacturer. Typically, loft ladders made of wood are made up of sections that slide or fold into each another. Attach each section using the included hardware with attention paid to the weight distribution.

Securing the Ladder Mechanism:

Based on the design of the ladder Secure the mechanism which allows the ladder to slide or fold easily. Try the mechanism a few times to make sure it works smoothly and with no resistance.

Adding Handrails and Non-Slip Treads:

Improve safety by attaching handrails on the sides of the ladder. You can consider adding treads that are non-slip to every step in order to avoid accidents and to ensure a safe grip, particularly if you intend to frequently use the ladder.

Testing and Adjusting:

Before declaring the installation completed Test the ladder thoroughly. Repeat the ascent and descent to ensure the smooth operation. Make any adjustments necessary to ensure maximum functionality.

Finishing Touches:

You can consider making some finishing touches, such as the application of paint or stain to improve the appearance of your ladder. This not only adds visual appeal, but also improves the longevity of the ladder by shielding it from the elements.

Safety Measures and Guidelines:

It is important to adhere to safety guidelines when working with your loft ladder. Instruct household members about safe ladder use and warn against using the ladder too much or improperly.

The installation of a wooden loft ladder can be a transformational project that offers opportunities to your house. If you follow these steps carefully and pay close attention to the details you can build an effective, safe, and attractive entry point into your attic. Improve your living space by taking pleasure in the style and functionality that a properly installed loft ladder made of wood can bring to your home.

[brutal-out-here]

Besides this not counting November in it, I’d say it’s what I thought it’d be for January-October

[taylorsabrina]

and once again, presales are going horribly. 🙃 get a fucking grip ticketmaster.

[gghostwriter]

Wanted: A Gentleman

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 || Future take Summary: Your lovely group of friends, Penelope, JJ, and Emily, set you up with your perfect match Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.3k a/n: Back at it again with something miss Sabrina Carpenter inspired. The fluff idea has finally struck and I love how this ended up, even without any editing! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

“I’m serious!” You clarified, wiggling to get comfy on Penelope’s sofa. “It was the worst date I’ve ever been on!”

All the three girls laughed. It was Friday night, girl’s night, and you found yourself surrounded by the baddest girls Virginia could ever offer. The Powerpuff girls of the BAU as you once jokingly dubbed them—JJ being Blossom, Penelope being Bubbles, and Emily being Buttercup. Witty thinking on your part, if you say so yourself. 

Having just moved into the state just a few months ago, you were grateful for the ray of sunshine that Penelope was for taking you under her wing and introducing you to a great set of girlfriends.

“It can’t be that bad—” JJ giggled as she took a sip of her newly refilled glass wine. “Can it?”

Bringing out your phone, you swiped to the screenshot Bumble profile of your date the night before. He wasn’t bad looking, not at all. He was cute in a very American boy next door type of way but then again, his profile being filled with gym pictures should have clued you in.

“We had dinner at that newly opened restaurant, Palm & Pine, which is a great place by the way, but all he ever did was talk about himself—”

Emily nodded along. “Typical macho male behavior.”

“—that wasn’t even the worst part! He brought out a scale, a portable weighing scale, to log his macro calories in a fitness app!”

Penelope chose the wrong time to take a sip of her drink causing her cough violently while the two remaining girls threw back their heads and laughed hysterically. All you could hear were gasps of weighing scale and calories between them.

“I’m all for being healthy but really? On a first date?” You crossed your arms to your chest. “At this point, I might as well get a cat or two to keep me company.”

Penelope snatched your phone and clicked to open the dating app. “Oh no no, sweetheart. You’re too beautiful and nice to end up alone. We can find you a perfect man to love and take home with!”

“Yeah, we’re profilers. Trust us to pick for you,” Emily slyly added as she peeked behind Garcia’s shoulder.

Reaching out for the opened bottle of alcohol, you sighed in defeat and let the girls do their thing. “I’m going to need copious amounts of alcohol in my system for this.”

———

It was bad. Based on all their comments and numerous swipes to the left, the dating pool was atrocious, hell on earth. 

“He looks cute—” Penelope continue to scroll on his profile before making a face. “Never mind, look at that horrible grammar.”

JJ leaned in and read the poor man’s bio. “Theirs a million reasons why I’m your future boyfriend—Jesus, it’s really hard out there, huh?”

“I’d take any man who’s nice and breathes,” you laugh in despair. 

Emily’s eyes twinkle from a sudden idea. Everyone had been drinking continuously and the filter had been turned off by the time the third bottle was opened. Any thought made beyond just screamed bad idea. “You know, we could just set you up with Reid.”

“Reid?” you tilted your head to the side. What kind of a name is that? Its very…unique. “You have a co-worker named Reid? As in that’s his first name?”

“No, no, no. His name is Spencer, Reid is just his last name,” JJ clarified, leaning forward with a sweet smile on her face. Oh no, you knew that look. She was very much into this.

Penelope slides your phone to you and promptly claps her hands in glee. “You’re so right! Why didn’t I think of that!”

“Right,” Emily turned to face the other two. “They’d be great for each other. Now we just have to get him to agree. JJ—” the blonde raised her eyebrows. “—can you talk to Reid about it?”

She shrugged. “I could but you know how stubborn he is.”

“I’ll blackmail him if I have to,” Penelope interjected. “Boy genius needs to meet our own girl genius. They’ll be perfect for each other, he just doesn’t know it.”

Your eyes volleyed in between the three. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

Emily tsk’ed as she turned her inquisitive dark eyes on you. “I’ll cash in on that prize I won last time.”

“No,” you breathed out, remembering how you badly lost last poker night and vowed to do any dare the winner would tell you to do.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes,” her smile growing wider and wider with each denial. 

Your shoulders slumped forward. “Fine but he better be the love of my life or you owe me big time.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head. He will be,” Penelope laughed, pouring more wine in all of the glasses. “Cheers!”

———

It took three weeks before the girls were finally able to wear the mysterious Dr. Spencer Reid down and in the midst of waiting (and stubbornly hoping that he would never give in), you learned more about the boy genius than you ever wished for. How he has an IQ of 187, graduated high school at the age of 12, has 3 PhDs under his belt, and an avid reader—like yourself. 

You begrudgingly admitted that he spiked your interest and having someone to talk to about books would be lovely but beyond that, you were slightly intimidated by his background which made yours, a literature degree graduate and publishing editor, seem insignificant. Penelope tried to squash that negative thought once you aired it out in the open by saying that Spencer wasn’t the type to judge anyone based on their societal standing. If anything, he’d find you interesting, she urged.

But there was one information you weren’t privy to, how he looks like. The girls didn’t want to show any photos, stating it’s best to see him face to face rather than through an image, which in turn made you imagine the worst. 

You looked around, standing on the second step of the museum as you try to spot any curly, hazel haired man walking your way. He wasn’t late, you were just too anxious to be fashionably late. 

Someone stopped in front of you at the bottom of the steps. 

“Are you—” the doe eyed stranger cleared his throat. “Y/N? Penelope’s friend?”

Oh damn. He was beautiful.

“Yes, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” You squeaked. 

He smiled, stunning you into even more into awe. “Hi, yes. Yes, Spencer is fine.”

“Should we go inside?” You breathed out as you watched his cheeks reddened, no doubt matching the color of your own.

He nodded before slightly touching your arm to stop you in place and bending down like he was some kind of knight and shining armor and for all you knew, he could be. “Your shoelace is undone. Did you know that there’s more than 1,000 cases related to loss of footing each year and 67% of these falls were attribute to untied shoelaces?”

“We wouldn’t want to contribute to that, do we?” You quipped back as you studied how the sunlight hit his wavy locks, turning some into gold, and his doe expressive eyes with specs of green in them. Your favorite color as of today.

He laughed, his high pitched chuckle further capturing your heart. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” 

Your thoughts thanking the three women for setting you up with what seemed to be a perfect gentleman. 

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[lauriemarch]

and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.