#File Locking

[filehulk]

Folder Lock

If you have folders and files that you want to keep private, consider using Folder Lock. Unlike My Lockbox, it isn’t a free app, but it offers excellent configuration options and numerous methods to protect important and private documents from prying eyes. Folder Lock is a complete solution for keeping your personal files encrypted and locked, while automatically and in real-time backing up…

[rosenkranz-does-things]

x-files your sixth house

to clear any confusion, because my last x-files/campal art raised a lot of questions already answered by that post

[wallskeepshifting]

you are you, but who are you?

MARBLE HORNETS (2009 - 2014)

[ctrl-alt-cel]

my fav banana fish arc...the geometry quiz arc....

[lemonebar]

hermit baths podcast!

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[screengifs]

@juneofdoom 2025 Day 12 LOCKED DOOR: Jurassic Park (1993)

[wearewatcher]

become ryan bergara today at https://watcher.store/

[fortjester]

screenshot of a poll by @kobolde from may of 2023 that i took for tlt meme purposes and left to rot in the depths of my files for over a year lol

[lvzrii4]

꩜ .ᐟ MY ASSISTANT MANAGER 糸師冴

˗ˏˋ 🍥 ˎˊ˗ itoshi sae x reader ⋆˚࿔ fluff ⋆˚࿔ 0.6k wc WHEREIN itoshi sae, without realizing it, starts choosing you, every single time.

when sae first found out you were going to be his assistant manager, he barely reacted. just blinked once, then nodded. but there was a brief pause, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

you had been classmates, once. back in elementary school. you were quiet, kind, always clutching your notebooks like they were a shield. he’d never really talked to you, but he remembered you. tolerated you, even. which, for itoshi sae, meant something. 

he never commented on it. never brought up the past. but things changed after that. the other manager would bark orders, and sae would barely lift his head.

“sae, we’ve got an interview in ten. get moving.”

sae would glance up, expression flat, and mumble, “yeah, yeah,” barely moving.

but when you peeked into the room, voice soft,  “sae, sorry, but the car’s waiting. we need to head out soon.”

he stood up almost immediately, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “alright. make sure they don’t ask anything dumb,” he’d say, eyes flicking to yours for just a second longer than necessary.

you didn’t get it at first. didn’t understand why he moved faster when it was you asking. but sometimes, you caught yourself smiling when he did. and sometimes, you caught him looking at you, just for a second longer than he needed to.

one afternoon, his main manager appeared at the doorway, slightly out of breath. “sae, the auditorium’s full already. let’s go.”

sae didn’t budge. instead, he glanced toward you. “you coming?”

the manager gave a quick laugh. “l/n’s not coming. someone needs to stay behind to sort some paperwork. i’ll go with you.”

silence. sae blinked once. then leaned back in his chair.

“then i’m not going.”

you looked up, startled. the manager stared at him like he’d misheard.

“what are you talking about? it’s a press event. important faces. you know this.”

“then i want my assistant manager with me,” sae said calmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“l/n not prepared and doesn’t even know the basic layout, l/n still learning, sae. don’t be unreasonable—”

“so?” sae’s tone didn’t rise. but his eyes were sharp, voice cold. “i want y/n there. i’ll handle it either way.”

his manager groaned, muttering something under his breath before turning to you. “fine. whatever. go with him.”

before you could even process it, sae was already walking toward you. his hand reached out—not forceful, but certain—as he gently took your wrist and began pulling you along. his touch was warm.

“wait— sae, are you sure? i really don’t know if i’ll be any help—”

he stopped walking. turned to face you, his hand still around your wrist. his red eyes were unreadable, but they held a strange quiet insistence. “i want my assistant manager to come. is that a problem?”

you stared at him for a second, heart fluttering somewhere you didn’t expect. then shook your head. “…no. no problem.”

“good.” his lips tugged up at the corner, barely a smile, but it was there. his hand rose to your head, ruffling your hair the same way he used to during lunch breaks years ago. back when you sat alone sometimes and he’d pass by, wordless, but leave half his snack beside you.

your eyes widened. he caught your expression and smirked faintly, “don’t pretend like we didn’t know each other back then,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of your hair back into place. “you haven’t changed.”

sae turned and started walking again, and this time you followed without hesitation. behind you, the hallway was buzzing with voices. ahead, the doors to the auditorium glowed with light.

but beside you, sae walked like he didn’t care about any of that. just you.

© lvzrii4 — do not copy, translate, and repost my work.

[qosic]

I put all my 愛 for the game into this one, to everyone who has beared my shouting about this modern classic for the last 4 years, I thank you!!!

Commissioned by Greg Chun (eng voice of Kaname Date) He will be doing a signing session at a later date where you can get this as a print, go follow him for more info on that!

[cyberdoomer]

Johnny canonically struggles to pick locks.

Klepped from the 1988 edition of Cyberpunk.

[bvllyrag]

MY WHOLE LIFE, YES. YES, FOREVER, YES.

[wampirysm]

happy valentines day to lesbian necromancers, toxic old gays, bisexual cannibals, vampire polyclues and trans paranormal investigators

[katakaluptastrophy]

The Nine Houses are obviously deliberately technologically limited. Aside from having FTL capable spaceships, the most advanced piece of technology that we see in the Houses is "an electric transmitter box, with headphones and a mic." It's not clear entirely what sort of device this is, but it apparently requires you to stick an antenna out the window.

On New Rho, Cam has a beeping, and therefore presumably digital watch. Nona has to remind her that's it's called a "watch", and not the House term, "clockwork", which rather suggests House timepieces are analog.

There's a projector box embedded in the BoE conference table, which loads an image like dial up internet because they are "using shortwave" - presumably shortwave radio, which can transmit pictures. As We Suffer apologises for the slowness of the image loading because of shortwave, that suggests that other methods of transmitting an image do exist, but that for whatever reason they're not using those. Perhaps they do normally have something akin to the internet, but this is down due to the conditions on New Rho, or being avoided due to House or inter-cell monitoring.

The audio of Juno Zeta's proof of life is on "a little piece of electronics, a fingernail-shaped thing with prongs", which sounds like some kind of drive.

We also see We Suffer in the impromptu command centre in the tunnels with "a headpiece and a flip-top computer", presumably being used for some kind of communicatons or planning.

And of course, there's Cam and Pal's recorder, which from the descriptions of it making squeaks and garbled noises sounds rather like it might contain a cassette tape.

A paramilitary group on a beseiged planet may not be the best evidence for the level of technology outside of the Houses, but if it is in any way indicative, non-House society doesn't seem to have non-space travel technology beyond things that would have been available in the early 00s.

[onebigsword]

Gideon WIP for you nasties

[sunchart]

the twins