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[fitlifefuel]

The Ultimate Guide to Windows 10 Keyboard Shortcuts

Windows 10 is packed with useful features, but nothing boosts productivity like mastering keyboard shortcuts. These shortcuts save time and make navigating your system a breeze. In this guide, we’ll explore the most essential Windows 10 keyboard shortcuts and some lesser-known ones that can significantly enhance your workflow.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Basic Keyboard Shortcuts

Copy, Cut, Paste

Undo, Redo

Select All

Windows Key Shortcuts

Basic Windows Key Functions

Advanced Windows Key Shortcuts

File Explorer Shortcuts

Navigation

File Management

Virtual Desktops Shortcuts

Creating and Managing Virtual Desktops

Switching Between Virtual Desktops

Command Prompt Shortcuts

Basic Commands

Advanced Commands

Accessibility Shortcuts

Magnifier

Narrator

High Contrast

Browser Shortcuts

Microsoft Edge

General Browser Shortcuts

Customizing Keyboard Shortcuts

Conclusion

1. Introduction

Keyboard shortcuts are a crucial part of using Windows 10 efficiently. By reducing reliance on the mouse, you can perform tasks more quickly and keep your workflow uninterrupted. This guide covers essential shortcuts and dives into more specialized ones, providing a comprehensive resource for users at all levels.

2. Basic Keyboard Shortcuts

Copy, Cut, Paste

Ctrl + C: Copy selected item

Ctrl + X: Cut selected item

Ctrl + V: Paste copied/cut item

Undo, Redo

Ctrl + Z: Undo an action

Ctrl + Y: Redo an action

Select All

Ctrl + A: Select all items in a document or window

3. Windows Key Shortcuts

Basic Windows Key Functions

Windows + D: Show or hide the desktop

Windows + E: Open File Explorer

Windows + L: Lock your PC

Advanced Windows Key Shortcuts

Windows + Tab: Open Task View

Windows + I: Open Settings

Windows + S: Open Search

Windows + X: Open Quick Link menu

4. File Explorer Shortcuts

Navigation

Alt + D: Select the address bar

Ctrl + F or F3: Search in File Explorer

Ctrl + N: Open a new window

File Management

Ctrl + Shift + N: Create a new folder

Alt + Enter: Open properties for the selected item

F2: Rename selected item

5. Virtual Desktops Shortcuts

Creating and Managing Virtual Desktops

Windows + Ctrl + D: Create a new virtual desktop

Windows + Ctrl + F4: Close the current virtual desktop

Switching Between Virtual Desktops

Windows + Ctrl + Left/Right Arrow: Switch between virtual desktops

6. Command Prompt Shortcuts

Basic Commands

Ctrl + C: Copy selected text

Ctrl + V: Paste text

Advanced Commands

Ctrl + Shift + Plus (+): Zoom in

Ctrl + Shift + Minus (-): Zoom out

7. Accessibility Shortcuts

Magnifier

Windows + Plus (+): Open Magnifier and zoom in

Windows + Minus (-): Zoom out

Narrator

Windows + Ctrl + Enter: Turn Narrator on or off

High Contrast

Left Alt + Left Shift + Print Screen: Turn high contrast on or off

8. Browser Shortcuts

Microsoft Edge

Ctrl + T: Open a new tab

Ctrl + W: Close the current tab

Ctrl + Shift + T: Reopen the last closed tab

General Browser Shortcuts

Ctrl + L: Highlight the URL

Ctrl + Tab: Switch to the next tab

Ctrl + Shift + Delete: Open the clear browsing data options

9. Customizing Keyboard Shortcuts

Windows 10 allows customization of certain keyboard shortcuts to better suit your workflow. To customize, you can use third-party tools like AutoHotkey, which provide extensive options for creating and managing your own shortcuts.

10. Conclusion

Mastering Windows 10 keyboard shortcuts can dramatically increase your productivity and streamline your tasks. Whether you are a beginner or a seasoned user, incorporating these shortcuts into your daily routine will save you time and effort. Keep this guide handy as a reference and start practicing these shortcuts today.

External Authoritative Sources

Microsoft Support: Keyboard shortcuts in Windows

How-To Geek: The Ultimate Guide to Windows 10 Keyboard Shortcuts

Lifewire: Essential Windows 10 Keyboard Shortcuts

By incorporating these detailed steps and tips, you can take full advantage of Windows 10 keyboard shortcuts, making your computing experience faster and more efficient.

[globalinfotech]

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[system76]

Pop!_OS 21.04: A Release of COSMIC Proportions

Pop!_OS is developed to help you unleash your potential by providing you efficient tools that streamline your workflow. Pop!_OS 21.04 continues this ethos with COSMIC, a set of catered customizations geared towards accommodating a variety of use cases. Continue below for details on these new features!

COSMIC Workflow

Pop!_OS COSMIC (Computer Operating System Main Interface Components) gives you the freedom to navigate your workflow via your mouse, keyboard, and/or trackpad. Each navigation comes with a variety of shiny new features for you to enjoy:

During initial setup, you’ll be prompted to personalize your defaults by configuring COSMIC customizations to your liking. Each screen of the initial setup offers a preview of what your experience will look like. You can always make adjustments in Settings later on.

Mouse: To Dock or Not To Dock

That is one of many questions. The COSMIC desktop introduces a highly flexible dock to Pop!_OS that you can customize to your heart’s content, including:

Expanding full-screen or condensing to a central island

Arranging on the bottom, left, or right side of the screen

Adjusting size to small, medium, large, or a custom setting

Removing new icons for Workspaces, Applications, or the Launcher

Hiding the dock, or intelligently hiding the dock when windows approach the bottom of the screen

Going dockless, if having icons on-tap doesn’t fit your workflow

Mouse: Take it from the Top...Bar The most notable change in the top bar is that the Activities Overview has been split into two views: Workspaces and Applications. This focused approach serves to reduce confusion while you navigate your desktop.

Tinker with the top bar to align your desktop with your mental habits. Whether you need a more minimalist setup or want to realign buttons, this update has you covered. New options for the top bar include:

Remove the Workspaces and/or Applications button

Move Date/Time & Notifications to the top-left or top-right corner

Toggle a hot corner to open the Workspaces view by flicking your mouse to the top-left corner of your screen

Keyboard: Super Key to the Rescue!

By default, the Super key opens the launcher in Pop!_OS 21.04. With the launcher, you can:

Launch applications

Open specific menus in Settings

Perform searches on specific websites (ex. google system76)

Perform calculations using the prefix: = (ex. =5+7+6)

Search recent files using the prefix: d: (ex. d:FileName)

Open file folders using one of two prefixes: / or ~/ (ex. ~/FolderName)

Run a command using one of three prefixes: t: or : or run (ex. run top)

Show launcher features by typing a question mark

It’s now possible to launch a search option in the launcher using Ctrl + Number, close a selected window (Ctrl + Q), and launch an application on dedicated graphics by right-clicking on the application.

If the launcher isn’t an efficient fit for your personal workflow, the Super key can also be configured to open either the Workspaces or Applications view!

Trackpad: Gestures!

A prequel to the tangible holograms of the future, trackpad gestures give your hand full command over your workspace. Here are some swift motions to keep you navigating smoothly:

Swipe four fingers right on the trackpad to open the Applications view

Swipe four fingers left to open the Workspaces view

Swipe four fingers up or down to switch to another workspace

Swipe with three fingers to switch between open windows

Additional Features

Optional minimize and maximize buttons for windows have been added! Minimize is enabled by default, and maximize can be enabled in Settings.

Tile windows with your mouse! Just click and drag tiled windows to rearrange them to your liking. A hint will appear to show you where it will be arranged on drop.

The recovery partition can now be upgraded through the OS Upgrade & Recovery menu in Settings!

The launcher’s search algorithm has been updated to prioritize relevant applications for a smoother experience.

A plugin system was added to the launcher so that you can create your own plugins to search with.

How to upgrade before version 20.10 reaches End of Life in July

Once 20.10 goes EOL next month, you will no longer receive new security updates until your operating system is upgraded to the newest version, 21.04. Though upgrading errors are unlikely, they do happen, so we recommend backing up your files before upgrading as seen in this article.

IN SETTINGS

Before diving into the upgrade, open up Pop!_Shop to the Installed view and perform any outstanding updates. This will ensure a faster and more reliable upgrade.

Open the Settings application to the OS Upgrade & Recovery menu. If you have an update available for your recovery partition, perform this first. Then, click the Download button at the top to download the upgrade. To apply the upgrade, click Upgrade once the download is complete. Once your computer restarts in your sparkling Pop!_OS 21.04 desktop, follow the prompts on-screen to set your preferences with the new COSMIC features. (You can always change these later in Settings.)

IN TERMINAL

Open Terminal from your desktop or with Super + T. To make sure you’re fully updated before upgrading, use the commands below one at a time, pressing Enter after each.

sudo apt update

sudo apt full-upgrade

You’ll be prompted to enter your password, which will be cloaked in invisible ink as you type. This is normal. Once the process is finished, run the following command:

pop-upgrade release upgrade

As your system upgrades, you may be prompted to answer a few yes or no questions. Press Y and then Enter to continue. After about 15 minutes, bam! Upgrade complete.

FRESH INSTALL

Back up your files. Then, head to this web page. Click the Download button at the top, then select Download 21.04. If you have or plan to have an NVIDIA GPU in your system, select the NVIDIA download instead. Once Pop!_OS is installed, you’ll encounter a series of prompts for setting up your operating system. Check out this article if you need guidance.

You’ve done it! Play around with all the new features Pop!_OS 21.04 and COSMIC have to offer, and see which configuration works best for you.

Pop!_Chat: The official chat for everything Pop!_OS!

Hosted on Mattermost, the Pop!_Chat is our one-stop shop for everything Pop! Talk with community members and Pop!_OS engineers, discuss ideas, and seek help with software projects. Create an account and join the Pop!_Chat here!

[iamnightduchess]

WIP: Chills (T, Modern AU)

Summary:

A grieving mother finds herself confronting the shadows of her guilt, the long overdue failing of her marriage and memories of the one who could have been the moment they wheeled in an injured soldier from Marley straight into her operating room. The day she saved the life of Vice Commander Braun of Marley’s prized Titan unit was also the day he saved her own lost soul in return.

More often, memories may be lost forever but the heart never lies. He still makes shivers dance down her spine heading down to her feet just like he used to do twelve years ago and his heart still beats as hard for her the same way. Even when he can’t ever remember why. ReinerxMikasa. Modern + SnK HighSchool (Attack on High School Caste) AU.

Ship(s): Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa)

AU: Love Like This

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Snippet:

June 9, Present Year

Trost Military Hospital, Paradis

The sounds of her boots stepping hurriedly on the polished floors resonated against the clean, white walls of the hallways in hollowed echoes. A voice caught her dead in her tracks as soon as she turned into the corner leading into the more secluded operations wing of the hospital’s main building.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Jeager?” A young man, who seemed to be waiting anxiously near the entrance to the operating theatre DM05, approached her as soon as she came into his view. From his security tag and the embroidered emblem on his coat, it was very apparent that he is the personnel from Marley that she’s supposed to be liaising with on the emergency procedure she was called in for.

After quite some time, she casually corrected this stranger’s greeting underneath her breath. “It’s actually Dr. Ackerman now.”

“I’m sorry?” Perplexed, the man, still apologized for his potential blunder yet his tone remained polite despite the obvious confusion in his tone. “Also, I'm very sorry, I might have a misguided notion that the famous neurosurgeon in Paradis would be a--”

She turned her head to the side. “Some old, bearded guy with a bad sense of humor?” She couldn’t hold back the untimely humor laced with cynical sarcasm within her own voice.

She could see the other young man began to swallow a metaphorical knot nervously down his own throat and his trickling sweat didn’t help her observation either. “You’re not wrong actually. The original Dr. Jeager, my foster father, had been the famous one. Not me.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Jeager, I mean Ackerman. I got confused.”

“No harm done.” Even she would be confused at her own status. She shook her head, dismissing her own earlier persistence in wanting to be addressed with her own maiden name again. A stranger doesn’t need to know her personal issues or the status of her marriage.

But she really needed to sort this shit out with the administration before more people get confused.

Nevertheless, she prompted for the attending personnel to continue his words.

“Thank you so much for scrubbing in. I’m Marcus Daniels, the attending physician for the patient. We apologize for this short notice but since it’s summer break, all of our neurosurgeons are away for volunteering or break. Rest assured, we have received the signed disclaimer from the patient’s next of kin, his mother, along with the referral from Marley’s Military Hospital. The paperwork has been received by the administration. We’re good to proceed with the emergency procedure.”

The raven-haired woman shook her head, disregarding the standard same ‘ole assurance from the Medical Officer who was tasked to accompany the Marleyan patient currently in between life and death on that table inside her Operation Theatre. Her patients’ lives take precedence before any incidents that could warrant a potential lawsuit. She gestured for the MO to follow suit as she put on the green scrubs and surgical cap available inside the prep room. “Walk with me, Daniels. Give me a brief of the patient. How long ago was the initial contact?”

“Male, 31, a military vet from Marley’s prized Special Ops Unit. The reported time of the initial impact was twelve hours ago. Patient’s BP is stable, X-ray did not display any shrapnels, bullet’s still in one piece but the bleeding unfortunately, had begun to spread to the patient’s medial temporal lobe since six hours ago….and...well….”

They stopped short just in front of the door that leads to the main wash area of the operating room. Her nose picked up the overwhelming scent of industrial disinfectant coming from behind that door. Her eyes leered back at the MO, her forehead creased in reaction to the other man’s trailing words. She did not like that tone or even the single last word of his sentence at all. “What is it?”

“Ma’am, the First Response team had to perform an emergency resuscitation and this could not be just an on-site training incident. There was an excessive amount of Paxil together with alcohol from the patient’s digestive tract. Patient was under the influence right before he went in to support the unit’s rookie training. Bloodwork confirmed this.” The young man, who looked like he’s only several years younger than she is, could only shook his head in absolute empathy.

Paxil and liquor are a deadly mix. The patient must have been aware of his own prescriptions. There was an immediate flash of concern upon her face before she pressed for a confirmation to her impulsive suspicion; asking, “C-PTSD? ‘Intentional’ incident?” She couldn’t possibly be discreet if she’s dealing with more than just the life of a war veteran on the line. An unstable patient with self-harming tendencies requires a much delicate approach especially if the injuries sustained by the patient would require a full invasive craniotomy to stop the source of bleeding from the bullet.

The MO shook his head in return. “We can’t rule that out or in yet without looking into the patient’s psych eval records. Those files are sealed by the Psychiatric unit in Marley, Dr. Jea-Ackerman. We’d need a referral from your Psychiatrist here to access those files after for the patient's recovery.”

“There’s no time to waste then.” There was a short pause in her words as she pressed a digital button on the room’s intercom system. “Nurse Rheinberger, Dr. Ackerman in OT-DM05. Code Blue. Requesting assistance to page Dr. Ian Dietrich, Psychiatry to support emergency neurosurgery a.s.ap. Over.”

She turned her head back to the young MO and inquired as a formality, even though she was very aware that the patient had been placed under anesthesia. “Patient’s name?”

“Uhm…” Daniels flipped open the paper folder in his hands and read the patient’s name out loud. “Braun, Reiner.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart skipped not one but two immediate beats and she could feel it hitting hard against her chest. “Come again?”

“Reiner Braun, Dr. Ackerman. No middle name.”

There are a lot of people with the same name. “Birthdate?” It’s just not possible.

“August 1, 19xx.”

Her hands stood frozen against the door of the operation theater. From where she stood, she could see the motionless body hooked on multiple wires connecting to a life support system on top of her operation table from between the clear glass screens.

“Doctor?”

She looked back at the other man but not before blinking back the shock-induced tears gathered inside her eyelids. “Please get Dr. Dietrich here. Now. It would be against my protocol to operate on a patient with past or existing personal attachments without a senior physician’s supervision.”

“You know the patient?”

“Yes…He was...” Her words trailed unfinished, which only roused the other person’s curiosity although it was none of his business. “Just go. NOW.”

“Sorry, sorry!” The man quickly disappeared behind the main door in a flash leaving her behind with a much needed space and air to breathe.

Oh my God, Reiner. What happened to you?

She rushed towards the faucet and hurriedly splashed her face with the cold water just so she could hide the stubborn tears already running down her cheeks.

Out of all the times, why now? Why here? Why do their paths cross again after six years - with him; his life barely hanging on a thread right now on her very own operating table?

She can’t fuck this up. Never had she ever did before, but never had she ever performed a procedure on someone she personally knew. There are just too many reasons why and too little time for her to be caught in another mulling.

[heylissaaaaa]

Words Slip Out

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader Summary: An unexpected question at an inopportune moment Word count: 5.3k Warnings: fluff and angst (mostly fluff and moderate angst), mild hurt/comfort, mild (non-graphic) injuries, moderate violence,  A/N: Hello lovelies! This was written for another one of the ever-wonderful @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ ‘s challenges, with the word prompt “verklempt: completely and utterly overcome with emotion”. It’s also a prequel to the one-shot I wrote for Star’s last challenge, called Rainbow Afternoon, but you don’t have to read that one to understand this one. For registered users on AO3, you can also read this fic here.

You had found the ring by accident.

It was hidden, of all places, in his sock drawer. One of the greatest spies and assassins in the whole world, and he’d tucked in in the back corner of his sock drawer. You were going to tease him something awful after he proposed. Never going to let him live this one down.

Though, to be fair, you supposed he thought you wouldn’t have any occasion to be in his sock drawer. And normally, he’d have been right. But then you’d lost a bet on how long a frozen sausage can be in the microwave before it explodes, and laundry duty for the both of you was the punishment. He probably hadn’t put two and two together.

You didn’t touch the ring box, wouldn’t dare open it, only finished putting away his clothes and shutting the drawer. But that didn’t mean you would - or even could - stop thinking about it. What did it look like? How long had he had it? Did anyone else know? You were positive Steve did, probably Sam too. But had he confided in anyone else?

Your mind flit through question after question until it landed and stuck: how was he going to ask you?

Nothing big, of that you were sure. He liked making grand romantic gestures - liked the blush on your face, because you didn’t - but he wasn’t one for crowds. Would he wine and dine you first? Would he do it with the rest of the team watching, or wait until it was just the two of you? Would he wake you up with it one lazy Sunday morning? You didn’t have any answers, each scenario as likely as the last, but in all of them you could feel his love.

You were still lost in thought when Bucky came back from hanging out with Sam and Steve. They had a standing day out twice a month that had become something sacred. The only outsider ever to go with them was Tony, when he was up for it and had the time.

“Doll? Hey,” he said, smiling when your eyes focused and you finally registered that he was in the room. “I knocked and you didn’t move. What’s that pretty mind thinking about so hard?”

He knew you well enough to know when you were lying… unless you said something that would distract him. So you shrugged, gaze drifting down his body and back up again. “Your butt,” you said, as casual as if you’d said you had been thinking about the weather. “How was boys’ day?”

It worked like an absolute champ. “Great; a blast,” he said curtly, shoving his jacket onto a hanger and kicking the door shut. “More importantly, tell me more about these thoughts of yours concerning my butt.”

You grinned and accommodated him when he crawled up the bed towards you. International super spy, sure, but still very much a man.

*

Two sharp raps on the front of your open door and then Bucky strode through in full tactical gear. You were belly down on the bed, reading a magazine, and sat up when you heard the knocks. “Suit up. We have to go,” he said. He tossed a manila folder towards you.

“What do you mean ‘we’? I thought you were going with Sam,” you said. The two of you didn’t go on missions often together; you went with Natasha, and he went with Sam or sometimes Steve. Opening up the folder, you began to look over the information it contained. It looked like a fairly simple mission: data extraction from an abandoned production facility owned by a Hydra front.

He rummaged through your closet until he found one of your body suits and tossed it your way. “Something else came up. One of the agents we were tracking disappeared; Sam’s going after him and you’re coming with me,” he explained. “Besides, you’ve got more technical experience than either of us to begin with.”

You changed in the bathroom and followed Bucky out of the room. The rest of the file was half-read, half-recited to you by Bucky on the jet as you made the few hour trip toward your target. The factory was built several miles outside any town, surrounded by forest on all sides, and for that you were grateful. You weren’t expecting any resistance, but the knowledge that the nearest innocents were well out of range was comforting.

“Ready to go?” he asked, checking over the various buckles and straps of his gear one final time.

Palming one of your handguns, you leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s make it quick and then we can stop for burgers on the way home?” you asked, a little bit of childlike hope in your voice that made him laugh.

The data you were looking for was in the manager’s office above the warehouse floor. The door that Bucky opened groaned on rusted hinges, catching on the doorframe that didn’t quite sit right after so many years without upkeep. Stepping over the threshold after him, you were met with a maze of pallets piled high with cardboard boxes and wrapped in cellophane. This was a facility abandoned at a moment’s notice. Ceiling-high shelves leaned against the walls, half full of more unmarked boxes.

“You head up to the office, I’m going to poke around down here,” Bucky said. You waved him off and started wading through the sea of crates and pallets. At the other end of the room you found a set of metal stairs leading up to a room that overlooked the whole floor through very large windows. The door was open when you peered in. Bookshelves lined the wall to your left and the desk faced the wall to your right. A picture frame on the wall reflected light from the monitor. In a warehouse that was supposed to be empty, that could not be good.

Rounding the corner of the desk, your stomach dropped. “Oh shit,” you breathed.

“What happened?” Bucky’s voice demanded in your ear, but you were only half paying attention to him.

The main monitor was indeed lit, a pop-up window showing the progress of the deletion command that someone had initiated. It was almost halfway finished. You were quick to the computer, fingers flying over the keyboard as you attempted to salvage what you could. Only then did you remember that he’d asked you something. “Buck, they’re erasing everything. They knew we were-” The first shot rang out and cut you off, followed by others. He grunted in your ear. “Bucky!”

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

You glanced up from the computer, scanning the warehouse floor below. Bucky was just visible, hiding behind a wall of crates closest to you. He didn’t look to be harmed, and your heart stuttered in relief. Further away, you saw the agents. “I see maybe, eight of them, all armed. They’re splitting in three. I’m working as fast as I can.”

He didn’t respond and you turned your full attention back to the monitor. Someone must have been on the other end with remote access, because the computer was actively fighting you for the information you were trying to salvage. One hand jabbing at the keys, you reached into one of your suit pockets, pulled out a thumb drive, and plugged it into the side of the monitor. A few more minutes of cyber-battle, and you were finally able to start the download onto your drive. “Ha! Take that you bastard,” you muttered, flipping off the screen and whoever was on the other side.

So engrossed were you with the task at hand that you almost missed the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs leading up to the office. “Shit,” you spat. You weren’t finished, but it would have to do. You were out of time. Tying up what loose ends you could, you ripped the drive out of the port.

A bullet whizzed by your left shoulder and you knew you were really out of time. Going around the side of the desk facing the windows, you crouched down and went through your exit options.

The door was out, for obvious reasons. You could hide here and try to fight them, but the desk wasn’t very good coverage and the office itself was way too small to be an advantage to you. You looked around again, and groaned. Bucky was going to be so pissed off at you, but you tried to justify yourself as you stared up at the window.

You took a deep breath, stowing the thumb drive in your suit. Covering as much of your exposed skin as you could, you shot up from behind the desk, got a little bit of a running start, and crashed through the window.

“Look out below!”

Bucky whipped around right as you hit the ground with a yelp of pain, tucked and rolled to his side in a shower of glass. Pain exploded up your left leg, lighting up that entire side of your body. You’d definitely landed wrong on your ankle. Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you moved over to sit with your back to the crates.

One of the agents peered out the broken window, and you shot him right between the eyes. He was the only one to make that mistake.

It was quiet in the warehouse now. Most of the first group were severely injured or dead, but you knew there were more coming. If you were going to get out, you had to go now.

Next to you, Bucky was scowling. You could feel it boring into the side of your head. “Are you out of your mind? I would’ve come up and got you!” he hissed.

You brushed stray pieces of glass off your suit. “Oh relax. I got the rest of the data and a sprain is better than a bullet hole while I waited. Now, come on,” you said, holding your arms out towards him. He didn’t move an inch and instead continued to stare over at you accusingly. “Up and over, Barnes, we’re on the clock and we’ll move faster if you carry me.”

The prospect of proximity seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he had the audacity to break out a lazy grin. “Sweetheart, if you wanted to get into my arms all you had to do was ask,” he said, though he stood up and help you to your feet. Putting one arm around the back of his neck, he hoisted you over his shoulder so you could watch his back as he ran with you.

The buckles of his gear pressed against your stomach, and you were sure your elbow did not feel particularly nice digging into his shoulder blade, but neither of you complained. “Think we can go back the way we came?” you asked.

Bucky shook his head. “More of them coming that way,” he stopped with his head tilted, listening. “They’ve gone around the sides too. We’ll have to backtrack into the offices and circle around.”

No sooner had he made the decision than another two dozen agents were streaming through the main and side doors. “Time to put those morning runs to good use,” you said, firing off a few shots towards the lines of men racing toward you.

The hallways weren’t very wide or tall, dingy white walls and gray tiled floors depressing under the fluorescent lights. “I’m starting to think this place wasn’t quite as ‘abandoned’ as Stark told us,” Bucky grumbled, flinching out of the way as a bullet raced past the side of his head. You didn’t answer, too focus on trying to keep your balance over his shoulder enough to aim as you returned fire. The arm you were using to hold yourself up with was starting to tremble, and you were having a hard time breathing with Bucky’s shoulder squished against your abdomen.

When you emptied the clip of your handgun you shoved it back into its holster and reached down for the other one you were carrying. No way were you going to try and negotiate reloading with the position you were in. You were lucky enough as it was that Bucky swerved around a few sharp corners, giving you a second’s reprieve from the gunfire.

Some of the men had gone around to try and cut you off from the front. Bucky blocked the shots they got off and fired back, not stopping as he jumped over their fallen bodies.

The crowd of agents was thinning now with each round you fired, far less following and no more jumping out in front of you. Bucky kicked down a door and then you were outside, albeit on the other side of the warehouse, but you were that much closer to safety. Still, the click of your third empty weapon - you’d stolen Bucky’s too - made you curse. Because of course, of course, there was one agent left. Completely out of bullets and there was still one agent standing.

It wasn’t far, you didn’t think, so you could try to outrun him. Bucky no doubt had more stamina. But as another bullet lodged itself into a nearby tree, you knew you had to do something else.

Bucky yelped as one of your hands braced itself lower on his back, and the other began groping down by his left thigh. He stumbled a step before he could regain his footing. “Woah, hey, Jesus. Be careful down there, would ya? I was kidding about getting frisky.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, hot shot. Just keep running,” you huffed, making another swipe for his legs and grumbling when you missed.

“What are you-?”

Your shout of triumph interrupted the rest of his question as your fingers finally wrapped around the hilt of the knife strapped to his thigh. “Fucking finally,” you muttered, and glanced up to where the last agent was still tailing you. One quick steady breath to aim and the blade flew from your fingers. You watched with a detached sort of satisfaction as if flipped, end over end, to land neatly where the agent’s left eye had been.

Patting the small of Bucky’s back, you let yourself go limp against him with a heavy sigh. “I think we’re okay,” you muttered. You turned your head to the side and caught sight of the now-empty holster. “Thanks for the knife, babe.”

You felt him slow underneath you and turn, swinging you slightly to one side. A moment’s hesitation and then a sharp inhale as he took what had happened to his knife, the body still visible behind you. “Christ,” he groaned. And then, quietly, breath on a sigh, “Marry me.”

It thundered in the silence that followed.

The shadow of the jet fell over you and you pushed off of Bucky, landing in front of him with only a slight wince. His ears were pink and his eyes were wide, betraying his own shock at what he’d said.

You blinked at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, um- I-”

“Now? You’re doing this now?” It sounded harsher than you’d meant it, coming out of your mouth, and you felt bad about that. But you were upset, damn it! This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen - not on a half-failed mission, sweaty and injured, after you’d both just killed two dozen men. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He went redder. “I don’t know! You had me all… verklempt!” he sputtered.

“Verklempt? Where did you even-?” You shook your head, turned your back on him, and hobbled up into the jet. You were still muttering to yourself as you tossed yourself down into the pilot’s seat and began readying to leave. Bucky stood outside, staring at you, until you snapped, “Get on the fucking jet, Barnes.”

Turning back toward the console, you heard the heavy thud of his boots, and the impact as he sat down. It was silent the rest of the way home. You wanted, several times, to turn and look at him. But the thought that he might already be looking at you, that you might end up looking at each other, stopped you.

When the jet landed at the compound, Bucky stopped you before you could hit the button and let down the ramp. “Would it be so bad? Being married to me?”

Part of your heart broke, and it softened the lingering scowl on your face. You were still upset. But you also couldn’t leave him to think that was why were angry. Cupping the side of his face in your hand, you ran a thumb over his cheekbone. “Of course it wouldn’t, Bucky. Nothing would make me happier,” you murmured.

There was something he wanted to say, more than one thing you wanted to say, but no room left in the jet for either of you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you dropped your hand and let down the ramp.

Tony, Steve, and Natasha were waiting in the hanger when you got back. That all three of them were there was a little odd, but you were so determined to get away that you didn’t give it too much thought. “Nat, darling, take me to the infirmary please?” you asked with more cheer than you felt, half-hopping over to her to avoid putting pressure on your injured leg.

She looked between you and Bucky, searching for the answer to a question she hadn’t yet asked. Turning around without a word, she bent down so you could climb on her, piggy-back style.

You tapped her collarbone as you passed Tony, and she stopped. Wedging a hand between your front and her back, you felt around until you found the zipper for the pocket you’d stashed the thumb drive in. You shoved it towards Tony’s chest. “I got as much as I could,” you said. His hands came up over yours to take the drive, and Natasha led you away from the hangar. Behind you, you heard Steve and Bucky talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Natasha waited until you were changed and sitting in the med bay, one of the nurses cleaning the cuts on your arms, before she pounced. “What happened?” she asked, in that nonchalant way she had that let you know she was keenly interested in the answer.

You sighed, shoulders dropping. “With the mission or with Bucky?”

A pause, in which Natasha searched your face, eyes flicking back and forth. “Both,” she said.

“They were waiting for us when we got there, had already started wiping everything. I got maybe half of it, had to jump out a window.” The nurse - Daniel, you thought his name was - snorted as he straightened up, having finished with your arms. You gave him a wry smile and a shrug as he moved on to examining and then wrapping your ankle.

“And Barnes?” Natasha pressed.

You looked away from her, jaw clenched. “Asked me to marry him right before we got on the jet,” you started, and told her the rest of what had happened. Your voice was thick and your throat burned with the tears you were trying to keep at bay. Now that the shock and adrenaline was wearing off, you felt a little dumb.

“You’re upset, but not surprised.”

A helpless shrug was all you could give for a moment as you negotiated the sobs tightening your chest. “Found the ring a month ago, maybe. I’ve been waiting for him to ask.”

She let out a breath, coming to sit in a chair next to you. “And this wasn’t how you pictured it going.”

“I know it’s a dumb thing to get worked up over, and I know he didn’t mean it like this.” You couldn’t get his face out of your mind, the way he sounded when he thought you were refusing him. “And I wasn’t expecting anything big or extravagant; you know I don’t care about that kind of attention. But I just- was hoping for something… else. Something special and normal and not tied to this job.”

Daniel gently interrupted, his hand warm on your shoulder. “You’re all set. Get some rest, keep your ankle iced and elevated. If the pain gets too intense, you can take some ibuprofen or Tylenol, whatever you prefer.”

“Thanks, Dan. I appreciate it,” you said, returning his wave as he left.

Natasha was there as soon as you were upright, an arm under your own. “Hey, why don’t you come hang out in my room for a while? It’s closer than yours,” she said. You wanted to decline and go back to your own room, but she continued before you could. “We can watch something if you want, make some popcorn. I’ll even steal some of Sam’s M&Ms for us.”

You smiled in spite of yourself. “With an offer like that, how could I refuse?”

Together you hobbled over to her room where she brought you over to her bed. Once you were settled back against the headboard, a pillow under your ankle, she left for snacks while you scrolled through Netflix looking for something to watch.

You’d gotten through Natasha’s list, trending now, and popular on Netflix twice when you noticed that she still hadn’t come back. It didn’t take that long to make popcorn, especially since her room was one of the closest to the kitchen. You were starting critically acclaimed movies when she slipped back into the room, a large bowl under one arm and a bag of ice in the other.

“I was about to send out the search party,” you said, pausing on Molly’s Game to read the description.

Natasha handed you the bowl and laid the ice over your ankle. From a pocket in her jacket she revealed two bright yellow packets of peanut M&Ms. “Sam was in the kitchen, just got back,” she said. She settled down on your other side and grabbed a handful of popcorn. “Oh I wanted to see that.”

“It sounds good,” you agreed, and queued up the movie.

You didn’t remember when it ended, only that at some point the TV was switched off and Natasha was running a hand through your hair. The bed shifted as she got up, and then her hand was on your other side, gently shaking your arm. “C’mon, sleepy, let’s get you back to your room.”

You groaned and shook your head, not even bothering to open your eyes. “Jus’ wanna stay here,” you mumbled.

Natasha scoffed and started to pull you into a sitting position. “No way. We both know you hate going to bed without your routine and waking up in rooms that aren’t your own. I will not be put on the wrong side of morning-you for that,” she said. You grumbled, but knew she was right. If you fell asleep without going through your routine, it guaranteed you’d wake up in the middle of the night feeling gross. You put an arm around her as she helped you off the bed.

As the pair of you walked down the hall, you noticed an alertness to the way she moved and looked around that puzzled you. It was subtle, and would be unnoticeable to most others, but you knew her pretty well. It wasn’t mission alertness, cold and wary, but more like… anticipation, excitement.

It spiked as you approached your bedroom door, which was now closed. “Nat, what’s going on?” you asked.

She didn’t answer except to nudge you with her hip into reaching for the handle. You opened it slowly, and the breath caught in your throat.

Bucky stood in the middle of the room, dressed in jeans and a Henley. His hands were clasped together behind his back like he would fidget otherwise. The overhead lights were switched off. Instead, candles covered the long windowsill against the back wall, the entire top of your dresser, and most of the desk in the corner where Bucky liked to clean his guns and knives. It gave the room a warm, soft glow, but it wasn’t what drew your attention.

The entire room was filled with pale pink peonies, one of your favorite flowers. There were blooms laid loose among the candles, both with and without stems, and others in different glass vases. You wanted to run your fingers over their petals, get close enough to see the specks of deep crimson you knew would be there. The whole room smelled like peonies, not intoxicating or cloying, but beautiful and fresh.

Natasha removed your arm from around her neck and backed away, making sure you were steady enough on your own. You barely noticed, too focused on the flowers and the man who’d gotten them for you. “Hey Buck,” you breathed, stepping into the room and shutting the door.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, his voice as soft as yours. He rushed to your side when you took a step forward, putting an arm under yours and helping you sit on the end of the bed. Taking the spot next to you, he turned so that his whole body faced you. “How’s your ankle?”

“Just a sprain. Daniel down in the med bay says I’ll be right as rain in no time.” You looked around at all the flowers again, heart swelling as you took in the way the light shone on the pale petals. “These are some real pretty flowers, Barnes.”

He looked too, a fond smile on his face. “Do you like them? I got ‘em for my best girl,” he said, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. Emboldened when you leaned into his touch, he shifted from by your side to kneeling between your legs. “See, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask her, but I messed it up. I was hoping she’d let me try again.”

“‘Course I would.”

“I want you to know: I had a plan. I was going to wait until it was warmer and take you to that park where we met. Remember, when you-”

“When I hit you with my bicycle, yes, I remember,” you grumbled. It was something he refused to let go of. Never mind he was the one that was so busy messing with Steve that he wasn’t looking where he was going. And never mind that he was fine, thank you very much. Did more damage to your poor bike than anything else.

His laugh made your chest warm and your heart soft. “I was half in love with you already after that. You made sure I was alright before completely tearing me a new one. You weren’t even phased by the fact that you were scolding the Winter Soldier, with Captain America looking on. He was on me for a week after that because I didn’t get your number. Then Tony walked you into the compound and introduced you as the new team member and, sweetheart, I was gone.”

Once upon a time, you’d been an agent for SHIELD and - after everything had happened - you’d been a little lost. Then, you’d woken up one day to a forwarded email recommending you for a position as a member of the Avengers. It hadn’t said anything about who’d made the recommendation, and you’d never had many friends in high places, but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was only after you’d officially joined that they let slip that Fury wasn’t quite as gone as everyone thought he was.

The position hadn’t been guaranteed when you’d met Bucky and Steve in the park, so you didn’t say anything in case it turned out not to be true. And facing them in the common room of the compound, seeing the moment they recognized you, was something you wouldn’t ever forget. “You dropped the coffee pot. I don’t think I’ve seen Tony that mad, or Clint that visibly crushed. He looked like you’d told him Santa wasn’t real,” you said.

“The point is, I had a plan,” he said, his cheeks a little pink. “But then today happened, and things went a little wrong. I kept thinking how they could have been way worse. Either of us could have come out with more than a couple of cuts and a sprained ankle. But you had my back and I had yours. And I saw that fucking knife sticking out of that guy’s head and it reminded me how strong you are, how capable and - I’m man enough to admit it - how incredibly hot you are. In that moment, I was overwhelmed by it. By how much I love you. By the reminder that this-” And here he finally took from his pocket the velvet ring box that had been gracing your dreams for a month. “This is all I want. A life with you for as long as I can, as long as you’ll let me.”

With steady hands, Bucky opened the ring box. The ring inside was a band of rose gold that went from smooth line metal at the bottom and morphed into vines about halfway up either side. The vines wound around a small opal. The longer you looked, the more you felt tears gather in the corner of your eyes, the pressure building in the base of your throat. The rose gold was warm and felt like being in his arms, and the opal shined the way his eyes did when he watched you laugh at his teasing. It was a physical offering of his love, of the life he wanted.

“Bucky it’s perfect,” you breathed. Your hand by contrast, was shaking when you lifted it for him to put the ring on. When it slid home and sat snug on your finger, joy lit up in your chest like fireworks, bubbling out of your mouth in uncontrollable giggles. You brought Bucky closer for a kiss so that he could feel it too.

“I paid a lot of money to get those flowers here, so I better at least get to see the ring before you guys start removing clothes!” Tony called from the other side of the door, startling the two of you apart. Bucky dropped his head onto your chest and you leaned yours against his, torn between irritation and amusement. There was a muffled impact, Tony’s yelp of surprise and maybe pain, and a “come on, man” that definitely came from Sam.

“Tony, have a little class, would you?” Steve hissed. In a louder voice, definitely meant for you and Bucky to overhear, he added, “Besides, they shouldn’t be doing anything with her sprained ankle!”

Bucky huffed a laugh and you could feel him gearing up to shout back, but you beat him to it. “I swear to God if I open that door and see anyone on the other side, you’ll wish you had a sprained ankle.”

“Come on boys, let’s give them some space. But we better see that bling first thing in the morning. You’re both expected at breakfast,” Natasha said, herding the boys away like a schoolteacher her children. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as their footsteps faded away, Bucky joining you. As annoying as they were, you did love your friends.

Bucky lifted his head, forcing you to lift yours too. You gave in to the kiss he asked for, but pulled away a few moments later. He lifted a brow at you. “I have one question,” you said.

The brow rose a little higher. “Shoot.”

You squinted at him a little. “Where exactly did you learn the word verklempt?”

[captainjimothycarter]

Prompt: what about Peggy and Fury? Like, did she hand pick him to replace her when she retired? Did she train him? Like, what’s their history or backstory?

okay, so I don’t 100% know the history of Shield because I don’t follow comics and MCU doesn’t like to give us lots so here’s my interpretation of it.

--

Nicholas Fury had to be one of the most frustrated man she’s ever worked with. Not only did he undermine her orders but he wasn’t afraid to step up to the Director of Shield and tell her that she’s respectfully wrong. And even during one heated argument, he’d told her that maybe her old age was starting to catch up to her. And even worst, during one particular hard argument, he’d told her maybe those strokes she had a few years ago left some damage on her brain.

Those two times, Fury had walked home with a broken nose and was lucky that was the only thing she’d done to him.

And damnit, didn’t he know it.

While Fury was frustrating as hell, he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Peggy had to admit a few of her orders had been out there, not fully understanding the situation, in the same manner, her men on the ground were. She wasn’t fed the whole situation, rather then bits and pieces that didn’t quite give her the same point of view, so she understood when he put her in her place those few times.

But mentions of her age? Her strokes? Uncalled for and unmentioned information that didn’t need to be said.

That being said, Fury made the hard calls that she’s seen no other agent made. She’s seen him make the wrong choices for the right reasons. She’s seen him deal with the consequences of his decision with no complaint, rather that was extra training the new agents that he hated to do or put on the bar until she was determined to have cleaned up his mess. Of course, both times he’d go behind her back to continue his job because it was the thing to do.

The worst thing about it? This entire worst thing about it. He reminded her of Steve when it came to speaking his mind. Maybe it was nostalgia catching up to her, but not even Steve was this hardheaded.

Maybe.

--

“Who trained you, Agent?” Peggy sighed as she sat back in her chair, throwing back the last of her whiskey.

Fury laughed and rolled his eyes, tossing yet another folder onto her desk. There was quite the pile-up here of new recruits. “I think we both know the answer to that one, Director.” His eyes flash to hers and there was that smirk. “You did and you knew it. Hand trained me for whatever reason you deemed fit. Said you couldn’t trust any other agent.”

“I still don’t. Your skills in the military spoke to me, your career history, there’s something different about it that threw me off.” Or reminded her too much, either way, she made her choices and had to lie in her bed.

“Was there a point to this question?” He poured them both another one and threw his back before she had a chance to even pick up her glass. “You’re not the conversational type.”

“Then you don’t know me in the right company.”

“I’m afraid Stark Isn’t either – not anymore. Too focused in whatever the hell they’re doing in Stark Industries.”

“You know anything about that?”

“Jack shit as ever, not even my men can get a clue down there. He’s too good at hiding whatever the hell he’s doing and that’s bothering me. No man like that – nothing good comes out from him hiding stuff.”

Peggy hummed in agreement. It went without saying that Howard's hiding things never ended well. Half of Manhattan was still recovering from lost eyebrows at this point. “You’re right,” she sighed, closing a file with a disgusted noise. Something about the man’s juvenile history, she refused to hire people on with the history of past abuses. “There was a point to that question. We have a diplomatic meeting tomorrow in the UK.”

If Fury was surprised at that matter, he said nothing. He just closed his file and drained the rest of her whiskey from the bottle and left. Peggy had to admit as she watched him leave, she admired this young Agent with a full life ahead of him.

--

Diplomatic meetings were the worst part of the job if you asked her. Technically Shield wasn’t supposed to be here, given the circumstances but they’d asked her to come so to keep the good faith, she did. And she supposed that’s where the problem began, trying to keep the good faith. She was no idiot, no fool to surprises, so when this turned to a surprise kidnapping, well, Peggy was not so fooled as they wanted to think.

It wasn’t easy taking down three men but she managed. She still had the skills, just a little slower in her age. The men were unconscious or dead on the floor, at this point she didn’t care. There was a stinging in her side from where a knife grazed her skin and all she wanted to do was get that stitched and curse out the idiot who scheduled this thing.

Where the hell had Fury gone?

She followed the backside of the man up to the rafters, cursing as she watched his hand-to-hand combat with nothing in his defense against a gunfight a masked man. “Carter watch out!”

Peggy barely had time to move out of the way before the bullet grazed her shoulder. If Fury hadn’t knocked the man down by tackling him, she would’ve been killed on the spot. She watched as the young Agent was kicked in the head by combat boots and a metallic arm was swung to pick him up by his throat, holding him over a drop that would, sure enough, kill him.

She hasn’t used a gun in weeks, but Peggy’s no stranger to it. She fired off all five rounds in the direction of the masked man, one bullet catching the metallic arm. It was enough to make him drop Fury, the man grasping the rafter before he was simply gone.

--

“Are you okay?” Peggy asked, looking up at Fury while a medic stitched up the gash along her ribcage. Fury was worst for ware with a bullet wound in his shoulder and bruises forming on his throat, but beyond a new appreciation for his feet on the ground, he was better off.

“I should be asking you that, Director.” He cleared his throat and jerked his chin at the guy cleaning her wound, taking over for him. “I should’ve stayed by your side to protect you, as the plan was but I saw him coming for you. I take it you know him?”

“The Asset? No. He’s a goddamn mystery. Anyone who sees’s him is supposed to be dead. Why in the hell he didn’t finish just you and me off, I have no idea.” She paused as he caught a sensitive area, cursing slightly. “You did what you had to do. You made calls that no other agent could’ve. That’s why I brought you. I know in the end, you’ll get the job done that needs to be done. I know you’ll lead Shield into a solid, strong ground for the future to come.”

The agent paused as he applied the gauze, reading her stoic face before nodding his head. If he was surprised, he said nothing. Not that Fury ever had a damn thing to say. That’s what infuriated her so damn much. She couldn’t read him as much as her other agents.

“That I will, Director. Are you saying you’re giving up command?” His voice was soft, lips barely moving as he pulled her shirt down and stood up to wash his hands.

Peggy laughed at that. “Not quite so easy, Agent. You need some more training under your belt, I think.” She paused with a smile on her red lips. She held her hand out to him and gave a firm shake. “As of today, you’re Co-Director of Shield until I am satisfied that you can fully take over without…too much of a problem.”

Fury smiled and Peggy had to admire the rare sight on the handsome face. “I bet you I’ll be running Shield in no less than three years.” He paused for a second before shaking his head. “No, make it two.”

“In two years, Agent? Well, if anyone could do it, it might as well be you.”

[ripuels]

GIVE ME ANYTHING I'LL TAKE IT ALL 👀

So... since you already have access to my Walk in the Park deleted scenes doc, here... have the first chapter of a WIP called "Solomon's Habitation". Enjoy, m'dear!

(AU in which a calloused synth tech named Amanda develops a habit of taking in and rehoming abused and decommissioning synthetics, only to find the one who just wont leave may be what she needs to heal)

—

"Hello, I am a second generation Weyland-Yutani S-Executive Synthetic serial number 1209, inducted for purpose of Legal, entirely at your disposal."

"Name?" 

"C. Samuels, individually distinguished as Christopher." 

The robot blinks once, looking into the corner of the room where three others stand. Two are identical, one is different, one of them older, none are like him. He knows it. They are operated, programmed to execute commands, not act on whims like being pert with superiors and getting into significant amounts of trouble. 

"Know why you're here, 1209?" 

"I ask questions." 

Christopher studies the technician's lab coat, looking for anything identifying. Anything he can relate to. There is a young lady in Engineering who wears Star Wars socks poking out of her boots, and an older man in his division who wears an enamel Tardis pin on his tie, they were always lovely and appreciative of a conversation. From this woman sitting before him however, he gets nothing. 

He can clearly see her name tag, but just like his own identity, who she really is hides behind an initial. "What is your name?" 

"You do, don't you?"

"What?" 

"Ask questions." The woman smiles shortly, it doesn't quite seep from her gaze, but the attempt is better than nothing. The synthetic responds with a shunned dip of his chin. "My name is Ripley.” She offers anyway, a little softer around the edges. “Amanda."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Christopher glances to her fingers, bare of jewelry, commitment, unsure why it matters so much. Why it's logged with such importance, being such a trivial thing. "Ms. Ripley."

She nods politely and rubs her brow, making a note on her checklist without hiding the fact. 

"Am I merchandise, Ms. Ripley?" He asks, name rolling off his tongue differently, almost trying it on again like a tailored suit. The last syllable is deep, padded as if it came from somewhere in his chest instead of a speaker.

She faces him again with her hands folded. "Why do you ask?" 

"I saw you mark the form under the article 'merchandise faulty'." He glances up from the page again, an expression of indifference. "Am I going to be merchandise? Sold instead of incorporated back into the Law Division after my reformat?"

She nods, impassiveness to match. "In Legal you'd be a Level 3 Exec, right?" There's no need to wait for a response. "You know they're a bit touchy that high up with aberrant synthetics. That's why you were sent down to decommission. That's why I have to tick all the appropriate boxes no matter what. And that's why I suppose reading ‘Merchandise’ instead of ‘Artificial Person’ makes people feel better about what comes next."

"Does it make you feel better?" 

The synthetic had been asking questions nonstop, but this is the one that really stumps Amanda. She stares at his unwavering gaze for a long while before he finally looks away, through the one-sided window to the next room over. 

No, Amanda thinks, observing the man with shallow yet complex brown eyes and chestnut hair, but in a way… yes? It's all horrible, made tolerable only by the knowledge 'merchandise faulty' synthetics at least stand a chance, being sold on the private market or recalibrated gently in the warehouse. It saves them from a complete overhaul. If she were to tick 'defective' it would be another story, they’d be taken apart entirely and euthanized, harvested- recycled, The Company finding it safer than take the fall for an unidentified mishap on the production line. One check box gives them hope for a future, the other destroys them, and it's all down to two synonymous terms and whoever is holding the paperwork.

"It's a thing, a thing someone has to do. Not all of it is peachy, but I don’t think anyone really likes their jobs." Amanda abandons the pen and it rolls across the table to sit in front of the Samuels unit.

"That’s not what I asked." He takes it up like a dagger, holding it in his fist as the sharp metallic end pokes out past his little finger. "May I?" He gestures to her notepad. 

She slides it over the table and watches as long spidery fingers twirl the pen and begin drawing. 

It's not unusual to see, most synthetics do. Usually diagrams or landscape, old classic art, nothing but a neat trick programmed into them to impress audiences and potential investors. It's common even for one to perfectly replicate a scene before them in printed lines. This Samuels however, sketches in long strokes, shading into the curves, and defines tone with depth and pressure. The picture slowly takes the form of a woman in a green coverall, a lab coat, brown hair in a neat ponytail, sunken around the eyes with a terribly fierce scowl. It isn't until the image is inverted and offered that Amanda realises it's her. 

"Do you know why you're here?" He asks, still looking at the page between them.

Ripley freezes as the pen is placed into her open hand. "What?" 

"Why you do your job if it upsets you?" 

"I'm not upset." 

At this he glances a direct line from the frown in ink versus the hard woman before him, she relents at the absurdity of her statement. 

She tears the page from the binder and blows it dry before folding it neatly, tucking it into the back of her laptop bag. 

"Oh, I'm glad you decided to keep it." Samuels sits back once again. "I would say I can just draw another but I believe after today that may be unlikely." 

"Why are you doing this?" Amanda cuts viciously into the timid air about him. "You know how the system works, you know what my job is, I detect faulty synthetics and set them up for decommission, and you're here being as deviant as possible. Do you want to die?"  

At this he jerks as if he'd been shoved in the chest. "Die? You consider me alive?" 

"1209... What are you doing?" 

"The truth," Samuels ponders for a moment as if he had an alternative to give, "is I have figured out there is no point in delaying the inevitable, my very own programming ensures that I will be caged within lines of code and protocol. If experiencing this whimsical desire to simply exist is all down to a fault I would rather have it rectified than be consistently let down." He taps his nails on the table then folds his hands together. "My life has been short, but I have tried to make it the fullest, and if that means I am to be decommissioned or reformatted then so be it. This is the world we live in, that is my place, and that is what I must do to be content in a body like this." 

Amanda stands so suddenly not only does her chair fly backward but it prompts the synthetic to get up too. Unsure why, they wait at opposite one another. She finally gathers her folders into her laptop bag, slings it over a shoulder, and storms to the door. 

Samuels waits patiently for elaboration. 

"Come with me." The woman jerks her head towards the hallway, standing average in height and size, not remarkably composed into any particular shape, but sculpted entirely in titanium. 

"What are you doing?" He approaches, unguided by his submissive protocol but a desire to go with her, wherever that may be. For a moment he wonders if they are headed straight to deactivation, and oddly enough, he follows regardless. 

As he weaves past her she takes the sleeve of his light blue coverall, tucking a finger into the cuff and leading him down toward human management. She doesn't give a response, and that strangely bothers him. Questions are all well and good, but what is the point if they are not answered? Sooner or later, he must know.

"Ms. Ripley, where are we going? Deactivation is the other way." 

"I’m not taking you there." She stomps past a trolley of files in the hall and waits on the other side for him to squeeze by, still holding fast. "You're coming with me." 

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?" 

"I'm buying you." 

"Why?"

Amanda turns on her heel with an exasperated grumble, her fingers tightening around his entire wrist now. "You ask too many questions."

"Apologies, but that is exactly why I'm worried about your choice in merchandise." Chis takes one long final stride before running directly into her with a loud huff. He steps back and brushes his clothes flat again, only just realizing now the code designated for human collison hadn't prompted an apology. "I would be much happier being recycled than be a faulty device of little use. It is a waste of perfectly good components." 

She comes up close enough that he can hear her faint whisper, and then lowers her voice again even further. The first generation Samuels rifling through the trolley finally registers as out of range, and she seems to know it.

"No, you don’t get it. You're not getting fucking decommissioned because you ask questions. I'm not going to let them- kill you." The woman finally lets go of him with slight hesitation, appeased only by ensuring the fact he is still in her sight after a cautious glance around. "Listen, give me your hand." 

He recoils from her touch. "What?"

"1209- Shit, Samuels, give me your fucking hand." 

The synthetic finally offers his palm and she flips it over, pulling the red hair tie from her ponytail and wrapping it around his thumb. "Do not let anyone take this off you. Okay? That's an order." 

"Why?" This is the first time he'd asked a question and it had caused a smile. Ever. He asks again and it grows. "Why?"

"I need to know it's you, you’re gonna go through orientation again to be a domestic companion, they will offer you clothes and a small bag of belongings, give you time to empty your workspace, and they’ll try but do not let them take this." Even her frown softens and she twangs the elastic band once. "Don't even let anyone see it, actually, y'know what, just put your hand in your pocket."

He agrees obediently and she takes his other arm, escorting him to the nearby directors office. This time he goes for the door first, opening it so she can step through. Not because of his programming to serve, or prioritise beings above himself, so why then? 

Because, he supposes, because he wants to.

[phoenixguyzz]

How to Create Undetectable Hidden Folder Using Command Prompt.

How to Create Undetectable Hidden Folder Using Command Prompt.

How to Create Undetectable Hidden Folder Using Command Prompt?

A Simple Command prompt trick to Hide and UnHide the Folder in windows, by using this Method the Folder Cannot Be Detected by any other methods in windows, it can unhide by only with the command.

The Following Commands are used to Show and Hide the Folders.

To Hide the Folder.

—-> attrib +s +h [FilePath]

To UnHide the Folder.

—-> attr…

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The King is Dead

     Long Live the King 

For my ever growing collection of @icecubelotr44 inspired the darling affair adjacent fan fiction fan fiction and the whump bingo prompt 'don't let them see you cry'. So you know... fluff obviously. Jones brothers mostly CS/ miliam established but not the focus; (hello, on brand)

Liam Jones; founder and captain of JR Solutions and far reaching pain in the ass of criminal organizations far and wide… was dead. So went the rumors. A game; obviously, and one that worried him for the sake of his own skin more than for Liam's.

It was a ploy. It had to be. And a bloody good one at that. He'd been in deep cover thousands of miles from home for weeks. He'd thought it was going well, thought he would be home by…

It wasn't true.

He kept his face a careful mask as another toast was called across the room.

"The king is dead!"

Long live the King

The frivolity was so obviously a trap that he wondered how they even thought it would work. Any wet behind the ears agent would know better than to show his cards now. Playing this kind of game meant someone knew JR Solutions had infiltrated their ranks. Thankfully their intelligence had been correct and they did not know his face or he'd already be dead.

Deep cover is the worst. It's long, it's stressful. It's dangerous.

He rarely did deep cover anymore. It wasn't safe within a thousand miles of headquarters. Too much risk of someone knowing him. Foreign ops were still an option though, thanks primarily to Will Scarlet's careful diligence in keeping every trace of Liam Jones' little brother's face off of the internet. But Liam needed the best for this one and he was still the best.

He hadn't actually seen the latest intelligence yet. An intercepted transmission for one Killian Jones that had set off a wave of celebration and an undercurrent of suspicion through the organization simultaneously. The letter was making its rounds and by careful indifference it had yet to reach him. But the news had spread like wildfire and the higher ups were watching the spread with a barely hidden scrutiny.

A copy of the letter was pressed into his hands finally and he pasted a look of mild interest on his features. He could feel the heat of eyes on him as he scanned. Anything more than a cursory glance would raise suspicions but from the first a sudden panic seized him.

"Forgive me for doing this in a letter Killian. You have a way with words I've never shared and I do not trust myself to do this properly if I have to see the look on your face while I speak. If anyone could talk me out of death itself it would be you, little brother. I hope you know that, whatever happens, I tried to stay. If I've failed, I wanted to give you the one last conversation that I so desperately needed when I thought I'd lost you.

I don't know what will become of me. Perhaps I will beat the odds and I can give you this letter with my own hand when my days are done and your children are long grown. If not, at least I hope it was useful. That my death could provide some small measure of safety for you and Emma and your beautiful-"

The letter went on. Killian could not. The letter vanished from his hand and on to the next gawker who let out a whoop of delight and began a mocking dramatic reading of something that Killian hadn't read yet. His eyes slipped cautiously to his boss' face. He was still being watched.

Could it be true?

His mind raced and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, drowning out the dramatic reading from the asshole on the table.

How?

Liam wasn't in the field. Liam was behind a damn desk. Liam wasn't supposed to-

Even if he was, he forced himself to consider the possibility logically. Would Scarlet really release this, risk exposing him like this. To risk his very life to beckon him home? Why? His stomach twisted painfully. Yes. If his family was in danger. What else could force Liam to yield his life but a threat to his family. If it wasn't Killian it had to be- And Killian hadn't been there to protect them, to protect him, because he'd needed a few more days. To what? Suddenly the whole operation felt hollow. Liam was gone.

Killian took a shallow breath, the panic making him feel like he might be sick. He was going to get himself killed if he couldn't control himself.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to abandon everything. The progress he'd made, the intel he'd gathered, the chance of eliminating position number 3 on their top ten most wanted list. What the hell did it matter now-

He swallowed hard turning his face away from the higher ups watching him with the facade of attention to the mocker still on top of the table.

He still couldn't hear the words.

There are many things Liam Jones is not proud of.

The encrypted file on his computer, chief among them. A full color recording of the time he'd failed Killian so spectacularly as his commanding officer and as his brother. The video had been livestreamed straight into ops and watching his little brother's apparent murder had broken something inside him so thoroughly that it never quite healed, even after Killian stumbled into his office weeks later beaten and exhausted but alive.

Since that day Killian had deleted the file dozens of times, and destroyed several copies on flashdrives. He'd caught Liam watching it at 3am more nights than either of them wanted to think about, after too many drinks from a home bar that used to be for show. He'd never find them all. Liam needed that video. Needed that reminder of how much was at stake. Needed the reminder of how much Killian could survive.

It was a lie. He didnt need the reminder. he knew every moment, could see it behind closed eyelids on the bad nights. He remembered the horror and the grief and the guilt. Most of all he remembered the shock.

They lived with the possibility. In their line of work it was impossible not to know the statistics. But Killian was different. Killian was a survivor. Killian always came home. Liam always brought him home.

Emma trusted that.

Most days she didn't even ask when Killian was coming home. She just watched him too carefully at dinner, atuned to his moods. If he wasn't worried, she wasn't worried.

But he was always worried. He'd just learned to hide it better since Alice had come along.

He'd had his share of close calls himself, even if they were fewer since he'd given up field work years ago. But it nagged at him. The desperate need to talk to Killian just one more time, after...there was one more file on his computer that Liam considered a necessary evil. Letters to his family. "In the event of my death-" ran the first, a practical sort of letter addressed to Will Scarlet. Scarlet was the only one, as it happened, who had already seen his letter, as he'd set up the simple executable file that would handle distribution of the contents of that digital folder."

They sat, forgotten in a corner of his hard drive, largely ignored since the raw weeks following Killian's return. Until the data breech.

The breech that Scarlet had deemed a non-essential compromise. personal files only, motive of digital attack pending investigation.

It took hours for Scarlet to even determine if any files had been accessed and once he'd discovered it he'd deemed the breech one of non-critical scope. After all, the scope of the breech was so targeted, so tiny. So innane. One single personal folder on Liam's hard drive, of no intelligence value whatsoever.

Unless of course its being used to ferret out someone in deep cover.

Which is how he ended up here. In his office, waiting for a call. he had no way of reaching Killian right now, he was in too deep, but surely Killian would call for early extraction?

The minutes blurred together into hours.

It isn't true.

The hours to days

It isn't true.

It isn't true.

It became his mantra. The only way he could get through the next moment was a pointed and conscious complete refusal to accept the contents of the letter. Because if it was true he had to get out. And if he tried to get out right now he would never make it. He knew it. The entire organization was on high alert, waiting for someone to bolt.

It isn't true.

Despite the way the wording felt so much like Liam it tugged at his heart. Who the hell would know Liam well enough to forge that-

No.

It isn't true.

Do your job. Complete your assignment. Get to the extraction point. Just a few more days.

Killian didn't call for early extraction.

Milah texted him at 4 am when he didn't come home, telling him that he owed her big time for making her be the one to tell Emma. He'd forgotten. He was busy. Wearing a groove in the carpet of his office, plotting out every possible trajectory. Very few of them with much possibility of a happy ending.

Why didn't Killian call for an early extraction?

There was a pounding on his door which made him jump, some part of him entirely certain that it was Killian in his doorway, just as he'd been once before when- he looked up.

Emma.

He swiped his card to release the security door, wondering in passing how she'd gotten past the one on the ground floor. For her own safety more than anything else she didn't have access-

His train of thought was cut off by the door flying open.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Is it true? He's compromised?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly?" Emma's complexion turned a shade or two redder. "Liam tell me what the hell is going on or I swear to-"

"I don't know." Liam spat back suddenly and Emma stepped back as though he'd struck her. "I don't..." Liam repeated quieter, "I don't know, Emma."

"What happened?"

"Someone got into the server, accessed my personal files. Took only one. The breach was so small Scarlet didn't even think they got anything until."

"What did they get?"

"I wrote him a letter. My goodbyes, should anything... happen to me unexpectedly. It was encrypted but-"

"He thinks you're dead."

Liam swallowed hard. "It's worse than that."

Emma sank down onto the couch her head in one hand. "How. How could it be worse than that?"

"They're looking for him. There's no other reason for such a targeted breach."

"So get him out!" Emma cried. "Bring him home. That's what you do."

"Don't you think if I could have I-" he swallowed hard. "Scheduled extraction is in five days. Unless he contacts us I can't reach him."

4 days 14 hours and 37 minutes.

Not that he was counting.

It had been 4 days 14 hours and ...38 minutes since someone had pressed a letter into his hand and his world had crumbled around him. He'd existed in a haze from that moment, locking every emotion in a trunk somewhere in the back of his mind. Relying on automation and training to get him through. Only daring to question himself in the dead of night when the dark hid his face from the gaze of the criminals around him and he could risk a moment of weakness to wonder.

Should he have run?

It haunted his every moment. The needling doubt underneath every repeated It's not true that was the only thing keeping him sane. No further transmissions. No attempt to contact him, that he could tell. Not that his bosses would be likely to let such a transmission through. They were still waiting for someone to crack.

4 days 14 hours and 39 minutes.

Extraction was mere hours away and he didn't know how the hell he was going to get out now. Now when the entire organization was on high alert, waiting for someone to do exactly what he was going to do in the next few hours. Focus on the logistics. It's what Liam would-

It's not true.

Most of what he'd gathered was encrypted on several usb drives, stashed in several predetermined locations. A cautionary measure against extraction going sideways. He'd renamed each drive isittrue. In case they retrieved the drive before he could get out. A plea that Scarlett find some way to get a message to him. No message came.

He wasn't truly expecting one. but still it needled at the back of his mind. Was there no message because it had been intercepted. Because they had yet to retrieve the intel. Because it was true and they didn't want him distracted. Hell if Liam was gone would anyone even be there to ex-

It's not true.

Focus damnit.

"You're a cold bastard." the voice of one of his sub-lieutenants rang out and it was all Killian could do not to jump or curse, or both. He glanced back to see the glint of a weapon trained on him from a shadowed alcove. He had a tail. Damn it he was better than this.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Killian growled, forcing steel and a yet unfamiliar accent into his tone.

"My job. Same as you."

"Look, man-"

"Save it. We both know who you are. Goodbye Killian Jones." Killian dropped like a stone the instant before the sound of two weapon shots near deafened him. Heat then ice tore through his shoulder and his tail collapsed unmoving, Killian's bullet in his heart. More would come.

"Bloody buggering he-" Killian grumbled, finally dropping the accent he'd been using for the last seven weeks as his hand raised to his shoulder coming away red. He pulled the flannel overshirt he was wearing off one shoulder, and with a muffled groan lifted his arm slightly to wrap his left shoulder as best he could.

Get to exfil. Get to Liam- Please. He finally let himself beg. Please don't be true.

He ran.

Four blocks from exfil.

He shouldn't have been able to run. The blood draining out of him at every step left him pale and winded and the corners of his vision were already a bit blurry. But knowing that the third most wanted man on their wall of infamy was no more than three minutes behind you does wonders for inspiring physical endurance. If he passed out he died. That was all there was to it. If he got to the extraction point he might have a chance in hell. If he passed out it was over. They'd put a bullet in his head before he even woke and a man doesn't get so lucky as to survive that twice.

Three blocks.

He could hear the reving of car engines down the street. His boss' sub lieutenants searching for him most likely. He'd managed to stem the flow of blood enough to not leave a bloody trail from the man he'd killed but not for long. He'd bought himself minutes probably. Someone would come across the trail of red and then it was over.

Two blocks.

If you pass out you're dead. If you pass out you're dead. If you pass out-

"Who has eyes on Hook?" Liam demanded over the radio.

"Negative, grid 1"

"Negative, grid 2"

"Negative, grid 3"

On and on. Negative negative negative. Killian was late. Killian was seven minutes late for exfil and Liam wanted to knock down every bloody door in this entire damn neighborhood until he found-"

BANG! BANG! Two shot in the distance and Liam's stomach sank. No.

"Where was that?" He demanded.

"North, boss."

"Sounded like it came from the East to me-"

Damn these tall buildings that echoed and damn these people who were so used to the sound of guns firing they didn't so much as flinch to give Liam and his people a hint- "Eyes peeled," he called, "Someone get me eyes on Hook now!"

The minutes ticked by, the radio silent, no one wanting to fill the air with chatter at a time like this.

"Man down, grid seven!" Finally rang out over the radio. "I repeat, man down. I need backup. I've got eyes on him, Captain but-" more gunshots over the radio and over the air waves.

Liam cursed again, checking his weapon unnecessarily and slamming open the door to the van. No one even tried to stop him. Grid seven that was- before he'd even had time to move there was the sound of more weapon fire and Liam ran towards it as the civilians finally realized something abnormal was happening, impeding his progress with an exodus in the other direction.

His man was pinned down behind a dumpster and two cars were at the far end of the alley doors open for cover half a dozen men strewing the alley with covering fire. Killian was down in the middle of all of it, terrifyingly pale, his entire left side soaked in scarlet from shoulder to boot. He took one step towards Killian without thinking only to be pulled back as a bullet whizzed by where he'd been only a moment before.

"Hood?" he demanded over the radio, "Where the devil are you and yours?"

"In position in 45 seconds, Captain."

"Make it 30."

"Copy."

"For what must have been hours Liam waited, eyes fixed on the still body on his brother in that alley just beyond his reach. 4 shots. 4 thuds. And panic broke over the enemy ranks. Liam burst from behind the dumpster, grabbed Killian under both shoulders (sorry, Killian) and dragged him behind cover. His left hand was sticky with cold blood. With one man under each shoulder they dragged Killian from the alley and shoved him unceremoniously into the waiting van.

"Killian?" Liam lost his balance when the van pealed out of its spot, just catching himself as they raced towards medical aid and air transport. "Hold on, little brother," Liam whispered, "nearly out. Just hold on-"

If you pass out you're dead.

It was the last thing he remembered thinking before everything went dark and the first when he woke up, abruptly realizing that somehow he wasn't. His eyelids were heavy with exhaustion and the familiar weight of drugs. He fought the heaviness and managed to slit open one eye. Grey metal, the whirring of fans. He'd been captured. His eyes closed again and he forced them open once more, searching for something, anything to aid his esc-

"Killian?"

Liam?

The next time he managed to get an eye open Liam's face was hovering over him.

"Li'm?"

"Aye, little brother. I'm alright. We're alright. I'm taking you home."

He wanted to reply. To say something, hit his brother senseless for putting him through that. To hug him and then perhaps hit him again. He passed out instead.

When he woke the walls were brighter, the weight of exhaustion and of the drugs less overwhelming. The sound which he now realized in retrospect belonged to a helicopter, not a giant fan, was gone.

Liam. Liam had been here. He shot up, agony lancing through his shoulder and down his arm making him cry out. Moments later there was a pressure at his side, "Relax, little brother, I've got you."

"Git." Killian murmured, his mouth barely managing to form the words. His eyes blurred and tears slipped down his cheeks as Liam shifted to support him. Killian slumped against him, exhausted and not caring in the slightest that tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks. He'd blame it on the drugs later, he decided, turning and burying his face into Liam's shoulder. "You utter git."

"I'm sorry, Killian," Liam murmured, voice slightly muffled and thick. "I'm so sorry."

"You're alright? You weren't-"

"I was never in any danger. It was a ploy. One that you showed remarkable resilience against."

"Tell that to the tail that I was too distracted to notice," Killian commented. "Emma?"

"Fine. Still back home. Probably pissed as all hell by our detour."

"Detour?" Killian looked around, suddenly surprised. "Where the devil are we?"

"Somewhere in west Germany," Liam commented, "I'm not entirely certain."

"Germany? How-? What do you mean you're not certain?"

"You coded twice in the air, Killian. I was a little distracted."

"Ah," Killian replied... "sorry." Liam chuckled dryly and tightened his grip. "When can we go home?"

"Did you not hear what I just said? Your heart stopped. Twice. I'm quite certain that requires a certain level of recuperation time, even from you."

Killian moped, his eyebrows furrowing and one corner of his lip turning in his characteristic pout.

"You're going to make the nurses' lives hell aren't you?"

Killian nodded cheerfully and Liam sighed. "I'll get your discharge papers."

"Liam-" Killian interrupted, before he made it more than a step away from the bedside.

"Hmm?"

"You're going to delete that damn letter. Because if I ever have to read about your death being useful again... I will find a way to bring you back and punch you myself."

Liam's lips thinned into a terse line and he looked as though he might argue for a moment. then he paused, tousling his brother's hair in a fond gesture he hadn't gotten away with since they were kids. True to form Killian glared at him, shaking his tangled and too long hair out. "I mean it, Liam."

"I know you do, little brother," he paused for a moment, contemplative. "I love you too, Killian."

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Best Computer Tips and tricks You Should Know

Who does not use electronic equipment nowadays? In that too, the most used computer has become the necessity of life of all people ..!

The world of Internet has developed rapidly in India. It is very important that you can walk with the Internet world, shoulder to shoulder. But not everyone knows everything about computers. So, we have brought to ease your path, Best Computer Tips and Trick, we are sure that you will like this Computer Tips & Tricks. You will be able to tackle some of your daily life related tasks quickly with the help of these Computer Master Tricks.

Computer Tips and Tricks | Master Tricks

We are not going to tell you any boring computer tricks. Any trick we tell you will be completely new for you. And will always help in your daily life.

#1 Manage Programs Easily

You are always doing multiple tasks on the computer. There are many times when you have to switch from one program to another, in which you use a mouse. Doing this again and again also wastes your time. You can do this very easily which is a professional way. You will be able to switch the program easily with the shortcut key given below.

ALT + TAB

WINDOWS + TAB

#2 Minimize and Maximize Easily

Minimize and maximize are the most commonly used when you have to do multitasking. Sometimes you are running Facebook or any other social media and suddenly some such pictures come on your screen which you feel quite embarrassed when you see with your family members.

Or it also happens when you are typing something and suddenly someone comes, and you do not want to show what you are writing. So you minimize the screen. But it takes a while to do it with the mouse. But you will be able to do this very quickly with the help of shortcuts.

If you want to Minimize the screen, press the Windows Key + M key. And if you want to Maximize the screen, press the Windows Key + Shift Key + M key.

Minimize : WINDOWS + M 

Maximize : WINDOWS  + SHIFT+ M

Minimize and Maximize : WINDOWS + D 

Cool Command Prompt(CMD) Tricks

Why CMD?

The reason for this is very simple, you can do complex tasks with CMD very easily. This makes work quicker. Apart from this, you can also do things that you cannot do from the graphical user interface. And most important, you can impress anyone with it. Command Prompt can be done in such a way that you cannot even think about it. If you are a computer geek then you will surely like it.

#3 Hide Folder and Files  

Sometimes you believe it or not, it becomes a condition in which it is necessary to hide your files and folders. Why there can be any reason. Like worrying about data theft or any important documents that your office has given to handle. There are different types of software to hide files and folders, but you do not need to use these software, you will be able to hide files and folders from Command Prompt, without it.

Step ⇒ 1

As seen in the picture above, press the Windows + R key simultaneously, after opening Run and typing CMD, open Command Prompt.

Step ⇒ 2

    Type attrib + h File / Folder Name.

h = to hide Files / Folder.

If you want to unhide the folder, use -h instead of + h.

If you want to get more information about this command (attrib) then attrib /? Type in CMD, CMD will give you a lot of information about this command.

#4 Matrix Effect in Computer

You may have seen in many hacking films, some randomly text in green color on the computer, and those who do not know much about the computer feel that something is happening. But actually nothing is happening. It is just a matrix effect.

Additionally, Creating Matrix Effect is very easy, for this you will have to follow only a few steps. And all you have to do is copy paste a little bit.

Step ⇒ 1 Open Notepad first.

Step ⇒ 2 You have to paste this code.

@echo off

pause

title "Matrix Effect"

color 0a

mode 1000

:Start

echo %random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%%random%

goto Start

  Step ⇒ 3 You have to save it in the .cmd extension. And open it.

  Now, see it's amazing. it will impress your friends through it.

#5 Shutdown Computer with a Malicious Message

If you use this trick in your friend's computer, then your friend may get scared badly.

Step ⇒ 1 Open Notepad first.

Step ⇒ 2 You have to paste this code.

Shutdown.exe -S -T 20 -C "Comment" S = To shutdown T = In how many seconds C = Comment 

Step ⇒ 3 You have to save it in the .cmd extension.

If you want your friend to open it, then most importantly pay special attention to its name. And customize the icon.  And This will not doubt them in any way.

Best Notepad Tricks

do you know? You can do many amazing things with notepad! Perhaps you know that is why you are reading this post. And Believe you can do so many amazing things with notepad, which you would never have imagined. Oh no no! You can not hack NASA. But then you can do so much that will surely impress your friends.

#6 Your computer can talk to you !!

Yes of course your computer can talk to you. But whatever you want it will do the same thing.

Step ⇒ 1 Open Notepad first.

Dim message, sapi message=InputBox("What do you want me to say?","TALKING COMPUTER by Shraddha") Set sapi=CreateObject("sapi.spvoice") sapi.Speak message

Step ⇒ 2 You have to copy the above code. And paste it into notepad.

♦ Here you can change your message instead of "What do you want me to say" and also in title "TALKING COMPUTER by Shraddha"

Step ⇒ 3 After pasting the code in Notepad, save it by any name in the .vbs extension, something like this in Ex. Talking Computer.vbs

#7 Shutdown the computer with the message

Friends, this is a trick with the help of which you can scare your friends or brothers and sisters a lot. If they have the right technical knowledge, however they will still be scared.

Step ⇒ 1 Open Notepad first.

Step ⇒ 2 You have to copy the code. And paste it into notepad.

Shutdown.exe -S -T 20 -C "ALERT..! Computer is Hacked - By By!"

Step ⇒ 3 After pasting the code in Notepad, save it by any name in the .bat extension, in this way Ex. Shutdown Computer.bat

#8 Use Notepad as a diary

Many people have their own Personal Diary. In which everyone writes about them and their lives. You can also use Notepad as a diary which will be in a digital form. India is going digital!

Step ⇒ 1 Open Notepad first.

Step ⇒ 2 .LOG

You have to copy above code. And paste it into notepad. You can also type if you want.

Step ⇒ 3 After pasting the code in Notepad, save it by any name in the .txt extension, something like this. Ex.My Personal Diary.txt

Try all the Notepad Tricks I have told you once. I have uploaded a text file to this code, now you can download it by clicking here. I would like to give you a suggestion, first of all save the file on the desktop. And put some name on it so that it can immediately be seen. And they are forced to click. 

Conclusion

Friends, I hope you liked this post Best Computer Tricks and Tricks. In which we have told how you can try something new and different things with the help of a computer. And as we said earlier, you can walk with this modernity of computer shoulder to shoulder ..! Moreover, How did you like this post, If you want to know similar tips and tricks, then do tell us  comment below.

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Unzip file linux

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The zip files can be protected with passwords by encrypting them and securing them from unauthorized access.

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In the following example, we extract the contents of the zip file into the “/var/-d /var/www Unzip Password Protected File The -d option is used to specify the path or directory we want to unzip. But we can specify a different path or directory to extract the zip file with the unzip command. The unzip command extracts files and folders to the current working directory by default. $ unzip -q wordpress.zip Unzip To Specified Directory The -p option is the short form of the quiet. If we need to suppress these outputs we can use the -q option. Hide Outputĭuring extraction of the zip file a lot of output is created to list extracted files and folders. You can now see the contents of the zip file and from there you can extract the files to your preferred location.We can see that all extracted files and folders are displayed in the output. You can also drag and drop zip files into the Ark window.

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Select the zip archive and all its content should be visible on the Ark app. Other thing that you can do is open ark (either from app drawer or terminal), Click on Archive and select Open (OR press CTRL+O). To extract (unzip) a zip file, simply right-click on it, hover on Extract option and select Extract Archive Here. When the installation is done, Ark should have been integrated into the right click menu of your Linux distribution.

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You can also search for ‘ Ark‘ in your Linux Distro’s Package Manager (Known as Software Center in Ubuntu).

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To install Ark, simply use these commands or install the package via searching for it in your Distro’s app tore/manager. I choose Ark because it is available in almost all major desktop and server Linux distribution’s repositories. Many GUI options also provide support for creation and extraction of zip files in Linux, here we will be using Ark. Unzip in Linux using GUI (Graphical User Interface) T : change timestamp of the zip file with the latest date/time q : no messages get displayed on the terminal p : no files gets extracted but are displayed on the terminal Here are some other useful flags for the unzip commands: unzip -d /path/to/the/directory/zipfilename.zip If you want to extract the contents of the zip file in another directory, use the -d flag.Į.g. If you want to list the contents of the zip file you can add a -l flag to your command like this: unzip -l zipfilename.zip Here is the syntax: unzip -P PasswordG0eshere zipfilename.zip Be aware of this when passing password using -P variable. You will have to type your password in plaintext and it will be saved in your command history or even in logs in some cases. It can be helpful when you want to automate things using scripts or other means but this method is not secure. One other way to achieve the same is via using the -P option. Remember that nothing will show on the screen when you type your password, when the prompt for the password appears, type in your passphrase and click enter. But this time when you click enter, it will ask you for a password. The process is same as the process for the standard zip file. This will auto-complete the name of the file and then you can press enter to extract it. If the file name is long and also has spaces between the file name, then you can simply type the starting letters of the file and press tab. Replace zipfilename.zip with the actual name of the zip file. Next navigate to the folder where you have the zip file (using cd command) and use the following command. ( Note: sudo is only needed if running using user account other than root.) To install it, simply use this command.įor Ubuntu/Debian based Linux: sudo apt install unzipĪrch based distributions (base Arch Linux, Manjaro, etc): sudo pacman -S unzip Unzip is already available on the base repositories of many Linux distribution. To unzip a zip file, you will need to install a package named unzip. While it may seem that it would be harder to unzip using CLI (Command Line Interface), in reality it is a very easy and seamless process. Most of the server-oriented Linux installs don’t have a GUI.

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Enter your new caption in the caption boxĦ.

Navigate to the Instagram image link you want to regram and click Sked’s Regram icon.

Click the Sked Social Regram icon in your Chrome extension toolbar and sign in using your Sked Social account credentials.

Click the ‘Add to Chrome’ button and approve any browser prompts.

After signing up for a Sked Social account or free trial, open your Chrome browser and download the extension here.

Sked Social Regram allows Sked Social users.įollow these steps to start levelling up your regram skills: When you need to save Instagram photos to repost them for your user-generated content (UGC) campaign, the most efficient way to do so is using Sked Social’s Regram Chrome extension. Right-click on the image and save it to your PC or Mac. Copy and paste the URL into another tab/window to produce a window with the image.ĩ.

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But you may need to employ trial and error.Ĩ. The first URL to appear is usually the image you’re want to save (highlighted below). In the ‘View Source’ window pane, click CTRL + F (PC) or Command + F (Mac) and paste or type in “.jpg”ħ.

Access Chrome’s Page Source by clicking View > Developer > View Source in Chrome.Ħ.

Enter the link in your browser’s window and press Enter/Return.

Click the “…” at the top right of the photo.

Navigate to the Instagram photo you want to save in your browser.

If you want to save Instagram photos at the highest resolution possible, saving via your browser’s Page Source is your best option.

After taking a screenshot, find the image saved as a.

Drag to select the area of the image you need to capture.

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After capturing your snip, select the ‘Save Snip’ button.

Select the area of the image you want to snip.

Adjust your Snipping ‘Mode’ and then click ‘New’ in the menu toolbar.

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You can find it by selecting the ‘Start’ butting and typing ‘Snipping Tool’ into the Windows 10 search bar. Navigate to your Instagram photo within your desktop browser.Follow these steps to start screenshotting like a pro! The most convenient way of taking a screenshot of your Instagram image on PC is using Windows’ Snipping Tool. If size or resolution isn’t an issue for you, the easiest way to save or capture an Instagram image to your PC or Mac is by taking a screenshot. There are 4 different ways to save Instagram photos on PC or Mac.

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Whether you’re a brand that needs to save UGC photos for reposting, or an Instagram user who loves keeping a folder of their favourite photos, here’s how to save Instagram photos on PC or Mac when double tapping or your saved photos folder just isn’t enough! How to Save Instagram Photos on PC or Mac: Instagram is a mecca of inspiration so it’s no surprise that you want to learn how to save Instagram photos on your PC or Mac.īut since Instagram does not allow users to save images directly to their computers (due to copyright regulation), you’ve probably found yourself taking a multi-step process to save your images.

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Now you can sideload any apk you like via “adb install filename.apk”, as shown in the video. In this step by step guide I show you how to sideload applications on Oculus Go This sideloading guide will cover both Windows and Mac.

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If all goes well it should show you the serial number of your Quest and say “UNAUTHORIZED”, simply go into your Quest and authorize it via the pop up prompt that you will see. Now using the command prompt from inside the folder you extracted the contents of the adb zip file type “adb devices” and press ENTER. You also must first plug your Oculus Quest into your PC and it should automatically detect it and install the drivers for you, it did for me at least. Simply extract that to any place on your PC then navigate to the folder using the command prompt. You will need ADB which you can get here: Gamebov is available on the SideQuest VR platform to install today. I recommend to hide all the apps except the sideloaded apps in appstarter settings. Just hold down the home button and it will go to void. We hope to see an update soon that will make it work again. If you open appstarter while laying down it will open to the default oculus TV couch screen. The quest doesnt show 2D apps normally anywhere in the UI. When you first open the app it is best to open the setup screen and follow the instructions on screen to get set up. It should include everything you need to get started. Unfortunately, Gamebov does not work on the Oculus Quest 2 yet. SideQuest is designed to simplify sideloading apps onto your standalone android based headset. It allows you to play all GBC games in VR inside a 3D environment. A simple launcher to start apps directly into Oculus TV on the Oculus Go - even while offline - GyroJoe/OculusTVLauncher. Gamebov is a Game Boy Color emulator for the Oculus Quest 1 and Go. Now the way to put it into developer mode is EXACTLY THE SAME for the Oculus Go, so here is a 60 second video showing how to put the Oculus Go into Developer Mode, it is EXACTLY THE SAME for the Oculus Quest:Īfter you’ve watched that video now watch the rest of this video to learn how to sideload. A simple launcher to start apps directly into Oculus TV on the Oculus Go - even while offline - Releases Oculus just released the unlocked OS for the Oculus Go, the companys deprecated 3-DoF standalone VR headset, which will allow anyone who owns one to do anything they want with it. Tutorial on how to UNINSTALL sideloaded apps here:īefore you can sideload onto your Oculus Quest, you must FIRST put it into DEVELOPER MODE.

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Connect to your Mac the properly formatted hard drive or flash drive you want to use for your bootable Yosemite installer.Drag the BaseSystem.dmg icon into the Source field on the right (if it isn’t already there).Select BaseSystem.dmg in Disk Utility’s sidebar, and then click the Restore button in the main part of the window.

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Launch Disk Utility (in /Applications/Utilities) and then drag BaseSystem.dmg (in the OS X Install ESD volume) into Disk Utility’s left-hand sidebar.(This tells the Finder to show hidden files-we’ll re-hide such files later.) Open the Terminal app (in /Application/Utilities), then type (or copy and paste) the following command, and then press Return:ĭefaults write AppleShowAllFiles 1 & killall Finder Several of the files you’ll need to work with are hidden in the Finder, and you need to make them visible.That volume will appear in the Finder as OS X Install ESD open it to view its contents. Double-click InstallESD.dmg in the Finder to mount its volume.In the folder that appears, open Contents, then open Shared Support you’ll see a disk image file called InstallESD.dmg.Right-click (or Control+click) the installer, and choose Show Package Contents from the resulting contextual menu.It’s called Install OS X Yosemite.app and it should have been downloaded to your main Applications folder (/Applications). Once you’ve downloaded Yosemite, find the installer on your Mac.Right-click (or Control+click) the Yosemite installer to view its contents. The procedure is a bit more involved with Yosemite than it was for Mavericks (which was itself a bit more involved than under Mountain Lion and Lion). Here are the steps for using it to create your installer drive. You’ll find Disk Utility, a handy app that ships with OS X, in /Applications/Utilities. If you like, you can rename the drive from its default name of Install OS X Yosemite, though I think it’s kind of a catchy name. You now have a bootable Yosemite install drive. (see the screenshot above), which could take as long as 20 or 30 minutes, depending on how fast your Mac can copy data to your destination drive. Wait until you see the text Copy Complete. The program then tells you it’s copying the installer files, making the disk bootable, and copying boot files. The Terminal window displays the progress of the process, in a very Terminal sort of way, by displaying a textual representation of a progress bar: Erasing Disk: 0%… 10 percent…20 percent… and so on.

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Type your admin-level account password when prompted, and then press Return.

Paste the copied command into Terminal and press Return.

Warning: This step will erase the destination drive or partition, so make sure that it doesn’t contain any valuable data.

Launch Terminal (in /Applications/Utilities).

Sudo /Applications/Install OS X Yosemite.app/Contents/Resources/createinstallmedia -volume /Volumes/Untitled -applicationpath /Applications/Install OS X Yosemite.app -nointeraction

Select the text of this Terminal command and copy it:.

This means that if you moved it before installing Yosemite, you need to move it back before making your installer disk. (The Terminal command used here assumes the drive is named Untitled.) Also, make sure the Yosemite installer, called Install OS X Yosemite.app, is in its default location in your main Applications folder (/Applications).

Connect to your Mac a properly formatted 8GB (or larger) drive, and rename the drive Untitled.

Using the createinstallmedia command in Terminal Here are the required steps: (Follow this tutorial to properly format the drive.) Your OS X user account must also have administrator privileges. That drive must also be formatted with a GUID Partition Table. Whichever method you use, you need a Mac-formatted drive (a hard drive, solid-state drive, thumb drive, or USB stick) that’s big enough to hold the installer and all its data-I recommend at least an 8GB flash drive. The Disk Utility-via-Terminal approach is for the shell junkies out there. The Disk Utility method is the way to go for people who are more comfortable in the Finder (though it does require a couple Terminal commands), and it works under Snow Leopard, Lion, Mountain Lion, Mavericks, and Yosemite. (Note that the createinstallmedia tool doesn’t work under OS X 10.6 Snow Leopard-it requires OS X 10.7 Lion or later.) The createinstallmedia method is the easiest if you’re at all comfortable using Terminal, it’s the approach that I recommend you try first. I’ve come up with three ways you can create a bootable OS X install drive for the Yosemite: using the installer’s built-in createinstallmedia tool using Disk Utility or performing the Disk Utility procedure using Terminal. Create the Yosemite install drive: The options

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Locking and unlocking all password-protected folders at once When you are done working with the files in the protected folder, you would close the folder’s window, and that would cause Folder Guard to display a prompt asking whether you want the folder to become protected with its password again. If the password is incorrect, the folder will remain closed.įolder Guard offers an option to automatically lock the password protected folder back when closing it. If you enter the correct password, Folder Guard will allow the folder to open as usual. If you need to unlock a folder, simply double-click on the folder’s icon on the desktop or in another folder’s window, and Folder Guard will show a password prompt. When you enable the protection of Folder Guard, all password-protected folders that you have set up become locked with passwords. How to unlock a password-protected folder Or, simply use the Lock folder with password command from Folder Guard menu. To set up a folder lock, you can use the built-in Quick Start Wizard which can guide you through the steps involved in setting up the folder lock. Version reviewed: 6.3.For Windows 10, 8, 7, and XP Folder locking toolsįolder Guard lets you lock a file folder with a password of your choice so that the password must be entered before letting anyone open the folder. In conclusion: It's an excellent data protection solution. You can hide it from Desktop, Start Menu, Quick Launch, Add/Remove section and you can also hide it from the context menu in Windows Explorer. You can use the program to shred files or to erase PC tracks to ensure your privacy.Īnother feature that I liked a lot was the option to run it in stealth mode. The program also keeps a log of the wrong passwords. Either way, the computer has to be restarted. If someone enters the wrong password three times, the program can either forcefully shut down the computer or it can lock the computer.

Pluses: Folder Lock is protected against hack attacks. If you get confused, you can check the 'Help' section, which is very well documented. The program is skinnable and it has a very nice interface, which makes it easy-to-use. The program won't encrypt or scramble the files, but it will only lock your files. You need to pay attention, because if you try to encrypt your files and a sub folder inside the 'Locker' folder is open during the process. The protected data will also be undeletable, since it's hidden (the files or folders are locked in the program's 'vault') or access to the data is revoked until it's unlocked with a password. However, this method takes longer than the other two mentioned before. Finally, you can encrypt the data, by using a 256 bit Blowfish algorithm and your data will be secured against any intrusions. You can also scramble the protected content, where you get a medium data protection level. You can lock folders or drives - this is the fastest way of securing data, but it provides the weakest protection. Now, let's talk about the protection methods. If you want to store your data on a removable USB pen drive, the program will make a copy of itself on that device. You can also protect data by using the program from the Windows Explorer context menu. The most common way to protect your data is by storing it in the program's vault. 'Folder Lock' is a program designed to safeguard the sensitive and private data stored on your computer, or USB memory stick.

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Fred Bricon Fix typos in log messages PR vscode-languageserver-node#92.

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Last but certainly not least, a big Thank You! to the following folks that helped to make VS Code even better:

12574: Terminal scroll bar appears on top after hiding and displaying it.

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11318 & 8365: Search and Problems views are now consistent with others in highlighting lines.

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