#ctrl shift t

[rry2k]

FILE ACCESS DENIED.

Jesus Christ, it can’t be that difficult!

Where is it, where is it, where is it…

[nerosdayinanime]

[glitterbust]

that os NOT what i meant

i have held down ctrl t for 10 seconds straight and i will deal with the ensuing agony later

[somewhatrosy]

birds, to the point of formlessness

ctrl+shift+T #11 created in ms paint and paint.net, picture taken earlier today

[dullahandyke]

discovered the keyboard shortcut for opening the command line Oh its over for you cunts. and you can run a bunch of programs just by typing their name into the command line. awesome

[cooliostarstache]

me when I close a tab on accident: babygirl you cannot do this to me

ym ctrl, L shift, and T keys:

[afriendofblahaj]

Omg computer tip:

If you click in on the mouse wheel on a link it automatically opens it in a new tab. And if you mouse wheel click on a tab, it closes it

my beautiful wife "open link in new tab"

[chongoblog]

‼️TIP! If you closer a browser tab and realize you didn't actually want to close it, you can hit Ctrl+Shift+T to reopen your most recently closed tab.

[s1rawb3rry]

Ctrl + Shift + Hee

Synopsis: When Heeseung finds your Sims game, curiosity turns into chaos…

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, crack (?), no smut, skinship, established relationship

Pairing: enhypen Heeseung x reader

a/n: just a little quick heeseung fluff before bed bc i cant get enough of him

Taglist: @heestoleurgirl @stariekis @jaehoodies @morganaawriterr @luvashli@kireistrawberryjayla @annovaz @bambieheeseunglee @firstclassjaylee @flowerwinds @veilstqr(comment if you want me to add / remove you from the list <3)

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You lay on your shared bed, completely immersed in your laptop as you moved your Sims character around the house you created. This had been your secret guilty pleasure for weeks now—creating an alternate life with a Sims version of your boyfriend. It partially answered your ‘what if?’ questions. What if you lived in an apartment? You tested it out—hated it. What if your home had a specific theme? You tried many, never really making up your mind on just one, so you kept changing the furniture and wallpaper more often than you’d like to admit.

The urge to grab a snack hit you, your rumbling stomach demanding attention. Reluctantly, you left your laptop on the bed and disappeared into the kitchen. You were gone for maybe 10 minutes at most.

When you returned, you found Heeseung hunched over your laptop, his eyes filled with amusement and shock. Then it dawned on you—you left The Sims running in the background.

“I’m no genius… but that man looks suspiciously similar to me,” he teased, his eyes flickering up at you from the screen. You stood there, frozen, debating whether to deflect, deny, or accept the accusation. “My Sims looks just as handsome as me,” he mused, smiling from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the moment.

“I can explain…” you started, slowly making your way toward the bed.

“Oh yes, an explanation is definitely needed for why there are… one, two…” Heeseung started counting, brows furrowed in concentration. “Five,” he finished, “five children running around our house.” He turned to you expectantly. On the screen, you could see a toddler waddling through the kitchen, another child doing homework, and Sims-Heeseung standing in the living room, looking oddly proud of himself.

Heeseung was too absorbed in the game to press you for an answer, the urge to mess around overwhelming his curiosity. He clicked around, watching in fascination—and you in horror—as the Sims version of himself autonomously picked up a toddler and started bottle-feeding them, a little green diamond hovering above his head. “See? I’m already such a good dad,” he grinned. 

That’s when his confidence with the controls got the better of him. He started clicking random buttons. “Wait, babe, what does this do?”

“Hee… be careful—”

A loud whoosh echoed from your laptop. Suddenly, flames engulfed the kitchen.

“Oh, fuck—” Heeseung’s eyes widened. The toddler was still there. The kids were screaming. The Sims version of you and him were frantically running in circles. Panic. Absolute panic.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” you shrieked, climbing onto the bed beside him to assess the situation.

“NO, NO, NO—” Heeseung clicked around desperately, but instead of fixing the fire, he accidentally deleted the fridge. His forehead was practically glistening with stress. “WHERE’S THE EXTINGUISHER? DO I HAVE TO BUY ONE? Y/N, HELP—”

As you tried to calm him down and give instructions, his hands had a mind of their own, clicking at random. A second later, the children’s screaming in the game came to a halt—but the sound of the fire was still going.

You squinted at the screen in confusion. “…YOU DELETED OUR CHILD?!”

“WHAT? NO, I SWEAR IT WASN’T ON PURPOSE.”

You smacked your forehead, groaning, while Heeseung burst into laughter, completely losing it. He fell back on the bed, wiping tears from his eyes as he looked at you with the biggest grin. “We are not ready to be parents yet, that’s for sure,” you said, giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

“So,” he started, still chuckling, “you wanna explain why you made us get married and have five kids?”

You felt your cheeks and ears heat up. “It was just for fun…” you mumbled.

“Five kids is fun?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You trying to tell me something, babe?”

“Oh, you’re impossible. Get away from me.” You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him.

Catching it mid-air, he was still laughing. “Relax, I think it’s cute,” he reassured you, pulling you into his lap. “I just didn’t know you wanted to marry me that bad.” His voice dropped slightly, his breath warm against your neck before he placed a soft kiss there. His hands slipped under your sweater, resting on your bare back—like he just wanted to feel you closer.

“Mmm,” you hummed absentmindedly, “well, first step would be to not kill our Sims children.”

Heeseung smiled, looking down at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “As long as you keep making the Sims version of me handsome.”

[eringobragh420]

⋆˙⟡ CMND/CTRL

➺ pairing — jon moxley ♥︎ f!reader ➺ kink list request — choking/breath play ➺ summary — jon returns from a match in one of his moods. ➺ words — 1.8k ➺ warnings — nsfw. choking/breath play, name-calling, marijuana, mox being mox, masturbation (m only), cum 18+ ➺ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here!  ➺ requested by — @lov3rla03, thank you so much!

➺ MASTERLIST ➺ 10-FOR-30 KINK LIST

Tonight was different. You hadn’t watched the show—you’d seen enough of your boyfriend covered in blood for a million lifetimes. But once he came through the hotel door, you, out on the balcony, enjoying a nicely rolled joint, thank you very much, you felt as if you’d been struck by lightning. There was a ripple in the ether, a shift in the mood, and your body stilled. His presence was all encompassing, overwhelming, inundating you with his rage, his passion, his hunger, all before the door had clicked shut behind him. 

“Oh, kitten,” he called, voice gruff, sharp edges, a promise of a difficult, but memorable night ahead.

You didn’t answer, puffing on the joint instead, exhaling the plume of smoke into the warm night air, into the constellations shining above in the cloudless sky. This was your last moment of peace for a while and you intended to enjoy it. Crossing one leg over the other and settling back into the ugly, uncomfortable chair, you hit the joint again, holding the soothing smoke in your lungs before allowing it to escape in rings, one after the other, floating on the soft breeze.

Jon poked his head out. “Aren’t kittens supposed to come when you call them?” he rasped. You smelled cigarettes and mint and sweat—the fragrance that was Mox and could be sold for billions of dollars. According to you, anyway.

“You’re thinking of dogs,” you said, dropping the well-spent joint into the nearly-empty can of non-alcoholic beer you’d been using as an ashtray, “and I’m not a dog.”

Jon swaggered toward you, his scent intensifying, the natural heat he emanated already blanketing your body. His cobalt eyes glowed in the dark like miniature lightning rods, searching for the perfect conductor to surge through. He wore his customary tight black t-shirt, somehow confining his biceps and stretching across his broad chest, gray jeans that defined his too-often overlooked dense thighs, black belt, boots. Typical Mox attire.

“But you are my bitch,” Jon pointed out. “Aren’t you?”

You smirked a smirk only marijuana could bring out in you, gazing up and up at the imposing man now a mere arm’s reach away. “Depends on the day of the week. Sometimes you’re my bitch.” Not in the sexual sense, of course, but it was no secret how utterly obsessed he was with you—a fact you’d used to your advantage on more than one occasion to get something you wanted.

The hand around your throat wasn’t shocking, but it caught you off-guard just the same, your body jerking, your own hand rising instantly to grip Jon’s wrist. His hand was big, rough, and capable—capable of bringing you to orgasm over and over, capable of spanking your ass raw until you weren’t able to sit comfortably for several days afterward, capable of killing you, if the mood struck him. Your eyes met his, glaring and starving, and his grip tightened on your neck the same time as it lifted, bringing you slowly to your feet. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, tilting his head, and he continued to lift, taking you to the tips of your toes.

“Jon—” you struggled. 

“Shut up,” he commanded, cutting you off. Your mouth clamped shut—you weren’t in any position to back talk now. Which was fine with you … you knew what was coming. “Take my cock out.” 

“Will you just—” You tried anyway, despite knowing the answer.

“Shut …” He put his finger in your face. “… up. And don’t fucking make me tell you again.”

You liked the rough stuff, but sometimes Jon got out of hand, especially if you were on the level of Super Brat, who always seemed to make her presence known after finishing a blunt. The two couldn’t be related, right? Well, in any event, it was Super Brat versus Death Rider—you could only assume who the winner would be.

Your hands slid down his thin t-shirt, over every chiseled muscle, to the buckle of his belt. The metal clinked together as you disconnected the ends, leaving the belt hanging so you could make quick work of his jeans. All the while, he kept your eyes locked within his gaze, a penitentiary you never minded being incarcerated within. His cerulean eyes were brighter now, alive with power, with lust, with anger. You weren’t sure if his anger was being misdirected—did he have a bad match and was now about to take his frustrations out on you, or could he really be this pissed off because you didn’t come when he called you? Wouldn’t be the first time. And again, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you now noticed your thighs clenching, your breathing had become erratic, and suddenly you had Jon’s jeans lowered—he never wore underwear—and his semi-hard cock in your warm hand. He tried to mask the satisfaction, but you saw the slight roll of those intense eyes, you heard his breath catch in his throat. He always tried, but he could never fool you. You loved that about him.

The grip on your throat loosened just a bit, but tightened once he realized he’d done it. “Now jerk me off,” he rasped.

Your face was getting warm, eyes watering a little, but you felt a gush of juices soak your panties. Jon’s eyes shifted from yours as he watched you raise your hand to your mouth, pretty pink tongue snaking out to lather up the palm with spit and slobber before reaching for his cock again, this time gliding smoothly along his thick, veiny shaft. You twisted your wrist as you stroked slowly back and forth, your grip tight and a little rough—just how he liked it. 

“That’s it,” he sighed, dropping his forehead against yours, rubbing it back and forth across your searing skin. “I guess you are good for something.” 

“Fuck you,” you spat.

Jon swung you around by the neck, huge hand on your shoulder to stabilize you so he didn’t actually cause you injury, and walked you backward into the hotel room. He finally released your throat, and you gasped, your head pounding, vision blackening for the briefest of moments. But you felt pieces of the euphoria that came after being almost choked out—the exhilaration caused by the sudden rush of blood and oxygen to the brain—and now you were forced to chase that feeling again. 

“Take your fucking clothes off,” Jon ordered, falling back on the bed, still completely clothed, cock resting teasingly on his lower belly, leaking precum onto his t-shirt. He folded his arms behind his head, his biceps on full display, shirt riding up to reveal just a sliver of skin, the smallest patch of strawberry-colored hair.

You did as instructed, as always—you might have disobeyed in the beginning, but you always surrendered in the end, Jon always won, but you still felt like the victor when it was all said and done. Jon watched, expressionless, dick twitching every now and again, and once you were finished, standing before the Death Rider stark naked, he waited a moment before nodding. Permission received, you crawled onto the bed with its plush blankets and fluffy pillows, all white and ready to be ruined, slinking up Jon’s long body. 

“Spit on it,” he demanded, once your face hovered over his fully-hard, mouth-watering cock. Again you followed orders, depositing spit and drool all along the underside before making your way up the rest of him, straddling his waist, hands supporting you on either side of his head. His ferocious eyes searched your face, still saying nothing. 

“What do you want?” you whispered.

He considered the question, tilting his head, licking his lips. Your own eyes rolled this time, and any minute, you expected a warm, sticky river to be flowing down one or both of your thighs. He took one of your hands and placed it on his cock between the two of you, your fingers robotically wrapping around him, squeezing, stroking. He grabbed your other wrist, and you maneuvered and flexed to make sure you didn’t fall as he lifted your hand and tucked it under his chin. He reclaimed your neck with his free hand.

On any other day, he’d have had you sit on his cock and ride him until your thighs quaked. Tonight was different. As his fingers tightened on your throat, your own hand took possession of his neck, though it had a much, much lesser effect—you could barely get a grip on his throat, thick as it was. So you worked his dick harder than he normally liked, slower, massaging the slit with your thumb, and then your nail, and his big body jerked, hand squeezing, and the oxygen and blood supply were completely shut off from your brain. 

“Fuck!” Jon exclaimed, slamming his head back against the pillow. His hips rolled so he could fuck into your hand, the spit from earlier making it glide that much easier.

You jerked him as long as you could, until the dizziness set in, the lightheadedness. “Jon,” you croaked, and when he didn’t relent, you had to relinquish your grip on his cock so you could grab at his hand.

Everything happened at lightning speed after that. He released your neck before snatching your hand off his cock, which he brought up to join its twin around his throat. “Do it,” he growled. The rush to your brain was heavier this time, quicker, and suddenly you felt as though you had the strength of ten Moxes. As serotonin, dopamine, and adrenaline surged, you wrapped both hands around him, fingers easily locating his bulging arteries where you applied as much pressure as you could muster. Your hips lowered until you felt the unyielding head of his cock press against your center as he stroked himself with wild abandon. “That’s it,” Jon forced out.

Maybe it was a little shameful, but you loved having him like this. His eyes feral, cheeks blossoming crimson blotches, your tiny hands clutching Jon Moxley’s throat. He could easily overpower you, but he chose not to. This huge, formidable, alpha of a man got off on being choked out by a woman less than half his size. He wanted to be at your mercy, he wanted you to bring him to the brink, and you were only too happy to oblige.

It wasn’t too long after that he ripped your hands from his throat, gasped, and you knew he had to be seeing stars, overwhelmed with life’s necessary needs, but he continued to work his cock, the head bumping against your clit. “Fuck,” he wheezed,  orgasm ripping through him, his cum blasting your pussy, hand bumping rhythmically against that bundle of nerves, and you came too, without warning, juices leaking over his hand and dick.

Neither of you moved, your hands now resting on his chest as he lazily stroked his softening cock, massaging the head along your clit. 

“Bad night?” you breathed. 

“Not anymore.”

TAGLIST: @southerngirl41 @yourmommyagone22 @femdisa @riverina69 @jeypunkk @the-whatever-22 @rollinssection @paramedicnerd004 @brianochka @sweetmoonlove0214 @partypoison00 @missbmc94 @lils2795 @aureliacorvina @magicalbuttertarts @madimcg14 @lov3rla03 @plaidpajamallama @princesstiti14 @madhatterbri @atomicskincareeyelinerkid @aceywaycy @riddleebabyy @pyro-romantic @livslunaticdamiansdisciple18 @beyondthebelle @tweetthang96 @flowersbloom8787 @terrortwinunicorn @jazzyboo123-blog1 @neurodivergentempress

[rry2k]

Here we are. Finally, I'm in.

Let's get to the bottom of this. Once and for fucking all.

...what the fuck?!

[simphoraa]

Rags to Riches Challenge (Revised) - Sims 3

Created by HedvigsUnicorn & Revised by Simphora

Hey guys! A while ago, I told myself that I wouldn’t attempt to do another challenge until I completed the Sweet & Sour Legacy Challenge, but I lied. As of lately, I have been in the mood to do the Sims 3 Rags to Riches Challenge, but I noticed that it was a lil’ outdated. Sooo, I decided to add and change some of the rules to the Rags to Riches Challenge because I wanted to enhance and toughen the gameplay.

Disclaimer: I did not create the Rags to Riches Challenge. It was created by HedvigsUnicorn. I only revised it.

If you’re interested in doing this challenge, please feel free to tag me: @simphoraa or #ragstorichesrevised. I would love to see your progress and gameplay!

S T O R Y L I N E:

You’ll start with a blank slate—a single Sim with zero Simoleons. Your Sim has been dealt a rough hand in life and is now starting from the absolute bottom of society. They have nothing, but a will to survive and succeed. Will your Sim rise to the challenge? Or, will the weight of their past keep them from reaching the heights they dream of?

The choice is yours—but one thing is certain: success will come at a cost.

T H E U L T I M A T E G O A L:

In this challenge, you struggle your way from homelessness to a rich life! The goal of this challenge is to earn §100,000 in household funds, and fulfill your Sims Lifetime Wish.

R U L E S:

Create a Sim or select a Sim from a household. The Sim can be female or male, but they must be a Young Adult. 

Style your Sim in a worn-out look to reflect a more rugged, carefree style.

Give your Sim the traits of your own choice, but you need to give them the ‘Living in the Lap of Luxury’ Lifetime Wish.

Have your Sim move into an EMPTY LOT of any size, and then build/upgrade your Sims house as you progress in earning Simoleons (Remember: your Sim has to live on the same lot the entire time, they cannot move until their Lifetime Wish is completed).

Feeling extreme? You are not allowed to buy a bed, toilet, shower, and a fridge until you have enough Simoleons to build a house. (OPTIONAL)

Change the household funds to §0. (Open the cheat window (CTRL, Shift, C), and type in "familyfunds ________ 0". Replace the lines with the last name of your Sim). 

Visit friends'/partner houses or community lots for your Sims needs, if needed.

Relationships and marriages are allowed, but your Sims partner or spouse must be unemployed. And if they move in, deduct ALL of the Simoleons that your partner or spouse brings in.

Lifetime points can be used, but you cannot use inheritance or the Dusty Old Lamp.

No public transportation (ex: taxis and subways).

No stealing objects.

No engaging in real estate or growing money trees.

No purchasing any lottery tickets or traveling to the future to cheat the lottery.

Once your Sim has earned at least §10,000 in household funds, they are allowed to travel to other worlds.

Do NOT get a part-time/full-time job or profession. It will defeat the purpose of the challenge.

Do NOT use any money cheat codes (ex: motherload, kaching, or rosebud).

U S E F U L W A Y S O N E A R N I N G S I M O L E O N S:

Collecting (ex: flowers, gemstones, rocks, seeds, insects, etc)

Crafting

Creating potions

Experimental Subject

Dumpster diving

Fishing

Gambling

Gardening

Inventing

Moonlighting

Martial Arts

Nectar Making

Painting

Photography

Playing an instrument for tips

Sculpting

Search the galaxy

Social Networking

Training a pet to hunt

Treasure hunting

Writing

If you have made it to the end of this challenge, I would like to thank you for participating. And, let me know what you think!

[vodkassassin]

if you ever accidentally close out of a tab and don’t have enough spoons to navigate all the way to History and revive it? Fear not

CTRL + Shift + T

[somewhatrosy]

i think i prefer it that way.

ctrl+shift+T #10 (don’t think i’ve posted this here before. basically poetry/random art stuff/sometimes shitposts)

[utopians]

being the only young person in an office of like 60-70somethings is so awesome I just blew this dude's fucking mind with ctrl+shift+T

[galindaelphaba]

Hey! Do you think you could please make a tutorial on how to add image over a gif? as demonstrated, for example, here: galindaelphaba/post/749133493751169024/insp

Sure! It is pretty simple so should be easy to follow tutorial is below the cut :)

First start with your getting your gif ready and coloured

search for the image/shape you would like to appear on your gif. in this case i searched for professor utonium

make sure the image has no background and save it. You can usually tell if an image has no background if it has a white and grey check background.

if needed go to https://www.remove.bg/ and remove the background from the image then save it. You could also just copy the image in and remove the background yourself in photoshop but i find that to be more of a hassle.

once you have your image ready open it in photoshop and drag it out so it is in a separate window.

you should see a layer for your image

drag this layer onto the window with your gif. try to drag this onto the gray area off your gif as this will place your image in the centre.

make sure this new layer is on top of all your gif + colouring layers. make sure the length of this layer is the same as your gif layer.

this is the result of what my image on top. as we can see this is too big and will need to be resized.

to resize your image use the transform function (ctrl + t). I always resize from the corner of the image while holding shift to maintain the correct proportions of the image.

once resized press enter to save the changes on your image.

for the gifset you linked i wanted the images to look like stickers so i went into the blending options of the layer and added a thick white outline to the image.

to do this right click the image layer and go to "Blending Options" (you can also do this by double clicking the layer (but not on the layer name as this will prompt renaming the layer)

go to stroke and make the colour white and the thickness about 3-4

click ok to save your changes.

this is our current result and there is a bit of extra outline we will have to fix

the easiest way to do this is by adding a layer mask and masking the area which has the extra outline. the reason i prefer using a layer mask is it is easier to go restore part of the image if you accidentally erase it by painting the part of the mask you need back white (idk if this makes sense or not).

now the image part of the gif is complete and all we need to do is add any text and tweaks we may like to finish the gif :)

this is the final result:

hope this makes sense and that it has been helpful to you <3