#lock apps

[raymond-oglesby]

Secure Your iPhone: Lock Apps with Face ID

RAYMOND OGLESBY @RaymondOglesby2January 21, 2025 – 4 minutes read time Overview Can you lock apps on the iPhone? Yes! For a long time, there was no way to lock apps on iOS. However, the latest updates added a new feature that allows you to lock down an app. This is useful because it means you can unlock your iPhone and hand it to someone to look at something, knowing they will not be able to…

[pagesinmylife]

I don’t care if this comes off as cruel but you are not entitled to fanfiction. You are not entitled to podfics. You are not entitled to translated works.

Creators are not paid to make fanworks. People spend years of their lives writing fic and getting nothing in return except positive interactions. You can ask to make a translation. You can ask to make a pod fic. But you cannot demand it.

And because the only thing fanfic writers get in return for their work is positive feedback, taking away an authors ability to receive that is disgusting. Authors deserve to have full control and ownership of their works.

Fanfic isn’t a product to consume and then demand more of. Authors and creators deserve better.

[raegunblastart]

(a meme)

[blumineck]

What's the difference between a rogue and bard? Presentation!

If you like this sort of stuff, please go check out the full video on my YouTube! It took me forever to make and I nearly cried about 4 times during the editing/posting process!

And as always, huge thanks to my Patrons for making this stuff possible!

[talisthighs]

I’m crying at the idea of Viktor just storming up to Jayce with his “visions.” Girl You Need Help. You Require Medical Attention

This is literally how Jayvik is talking to each other in the lab

[lockwoodshitposting]

Whats that crashing sound downstairs at 3am....

Based on this post

[tiffanyachings]

“Fiat lux! If you want to talk improbable, let’s talk about this”—a scrape of stone on stone—“being three thousand and some years older than this.” A heavy clunk.

“Inexplicable, Warden.”

“Certainly not. Like everything else in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it’s perfectly explicable, I just need to explic-it.”

“Indubitable, Warden.”

“Stop that. I need you listening, not racking your brain for rare negatives. Either this entire building was scavenged from a garbage hopper, or I am being systematically lied to on a molecular level.”

“Maybe the building’s shy.”

“That is just tough shit for the building.”

[neeeooon]

you've heard of cow-rasu.. but have you heard of CAR-asu?

— @ohagiyo

don’t make me do this.. 😩

carasu and his trusty sidekick motoyacycle 😼

[ceruark]

please humor me as i share with you one of my recurring daydreams/ scenarios before bed: pop star! reader x pro player! kaiser

prior to your relationship, your reputation preceded you. though you're one of the biggest names on the world stage, you're by no means a "diva" in the traditional sense; you also grew up in a poor neighborhood with a family who didn't care about you until you made it big, and you elevated yourself through your own hard work and talent. despite your fame and wealth, your fans sing your praises about how genuine and down-to-earth you are, and other celebrities you've allowed into your inner circle talk about how kind and caring you are in interviews of their own.

so when michael kaiser of all people approaches you, your friends are understandably incredibly territorial and hostile toward him.

but you give him a chance anyways— he is quite the flatterer, and that face is virtually impossible to say no to.

you were only ever supposed to be yet another stepping stone to put kaiser further into the limelight, just another box to check on his path to being the greatest. except, you had insisted that you two keep your relationship private for as long as possible; you'd seen how your peers' relationships often imploded after going public, and your friends told you that asking him to keep things under wraps was a good way to test if he actually wanted the relationship, or if he was just interested in your name. he agreed, figuring that you'll ease up eventually.

it's not easy by any means; the mask comes off long before you two go public, and you quickly come to understand why so many of his own teammates tend to keep him at arm's length. his insecurity is a deep-rooted, festering thing, manifesting as cold derision and a push-pull attitude that leaves you reeling and always guessing as to how he'll react to your affection in the moment.

and yet, you stay.

you could have anyone in the world, but you stay with him. you've seen the broken, bitter man hiding behind the pretty face and still haven't walked away. your friends tell you that you could do better, that you deserve better, and they're right, he knows it— but you never agree with them, and you never leave, either.

it gets better with time, as he learns to trust you. allow you inside, in response to the way you've accepted him wholly into your heart, flaws and all. improving himself is a struggle, but he's trying, and that's enough for you.

you've been together for a bit over two and a half years when he finally brings it up again. it's a lazy night; your tour ended a week ago, and now you're in munich, cuddled up against him on the couch and scrolling through your phone while he picks apart his most recent match, which is playing on the TV.

"liebling," he says, hand pausing where it was combing through your hair. you look up, expression as painfully indulgent of his whims as always. "what do you think about going public?"

you put your phone down at that. you place a gentle hand on his knee, smiling slightly. "if that's what you want," you answer. "i've just been waiting for you."

in an interview a month later, you "accidentally" let it slip that you're in a relationship—and it's going on three years.

the internet blows up with speculations as to who your mysterious boyfriend could be. your friends drop hints and jokes here and there, but no one can quite guess who it is, even with the help. the closest anyone gets is guessing it's isagi yoichi, who you had seemed friendly with when attending a gala for a fashion outlet you both have contracts with. of course, they couldn't possibly know you were familiar with him because he's your boyfriend's teammate, but regardless, the tantrum that results from those speculations leaves you and the münchen lineup amused for days—at the unfortunate expense of one of the team's twin aces, who swiftly denies being involved with you like that.

the public finally gets their answer at the next big industry award show, conveniently being hosted in paris the same week bastard münchen has a game against pxg. at this point, your fanbase is certain you're with an athlete of some sort, courtesy of your friends' hints, but they still haven't been able to place who or what sport.

when you show up on the red carpet donning a simple gold chain necklace with a beautifully crafted blue rose charm hanging off of it, sitting between your collarbones, the internet blows up.

and when you post a mirror selfie to your instagram story later that night, smiling at your phone as the picture shows nothing more than an arm wrapped around your waist—one covered in extremely recognizable tattoos—the platform goes down for nearly twenty minutes. which somehow pales in comparison to your phone freezing and crashing from the sheer amount of notifications you're getting.

well, it's not like you'd be able to pay any attention to the public reaction, anyways—not when the cause of the commotion is already pulling you toward the bed by the waist, fully intending to indulge in what the world finally knows is his, as much as he is yours.

[sage-thee-herbmaster]

I literally saw a proshitter on TikTok say that objectum is weird and gross. Like ok and you think shipping siblings is fucking better??

Objectum people just want to kiss their computers and plushies and live their life while you’re literally out here making ship edits of SIBLINGS. The projection is unreal :/

[ggarbagee]

panther rin requested by @merlucide on my strawpage!! featuring an annoying hyena shidou

[laniemae]

[koipudding]

period sex with kaiser!! cannibal kaiser who is NOT ashamed of eating you out--in fact its like a treat--he doesn't care about the state of the blood he's consuming, if it was toxic he'd have rushed you to the hospital after all...

ao3 version here! (same thing, diff platform.

wc: 890

cw: eating out, period sex, cannibalism, dubious consent (reader gets brain fog with their period), no use of pronouns, unedited and not proofread, gender neutral reader (has a cunt/period), muscle aches... experimentation on cannibals (loosely referenced).

inspired by Alice's (cheralith!!) cannibal au. but kaiser does not die in this timeline :x

he's more insistent than usual today. you know he tracks your periods, which is fine--any good roommate would look out for a friend like that! It makes stocking the pantry easier, plus there's the bonus of knowing when to say or do certain things. 

But with the medicine you’ve put him on, he should’t be desperate for blood. The medicine, the vials and fresh meat you’ve laid out for him are usually enough. Science says they’re enough (sentiment says otherwise), but the existence of cannibals in society is rather new. Hence, it’s time to rely on scientific inquiry. 

Except you can hardly get out of bed. 

Your thighs and back ache despite lack of exertion, and you can feel your pad sticking to your thigh. 

“Ow…” sitting up is hard, but a firm hand guides you up. 

“The hell? Don’t sit up too fast.” Kaiser is next to you.

Your eyes adjust to the light—it’s probably noon already— “wha…” 

 His eyes aren’t the same shade of blue, no. they’re grey, flickering between red and grey as his breaths remain shallow. 

“Hey… Mihya, are you—“

“I can smell it.” He cuts you off before you finish, “Your period, I mean.” 

Before he can come off as too insensitive (when has he ever cared about that?), he whispers: “Do I… need to draw you a bath?” 

Before, the absurdity of a known cannibal asking to care for you instead of consuming you would have made you laugh (or cry from fear), but all you can do is soften and agree. 

“I just need a wet wipe.” You acquiesce. It’s rare for the blond to initiate his brand of care for you, any step he makes is worthy of accepting. 

He comes back, and wipes down every place you needed attention at. Under your arms, your neck and behind your ears. He reaches your ankles and goes up... 

The movement of the wipe stops at the junction of your thighs. 

Maybe it was a mistake to wear short shorts to bed—the kind that exposes your underwear with a single stretch or movement of the leg. 

Your… roommate. Your roommate pulls your panties aside, his breath hitched and eyes blown wide. 

Something goes through his head, and the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. He’s a cannibal. During a menstrual cycle, you shed internal lining, and blood. Just the type of thing a cannibal loves. 

“Wait, don’t—“  

“Please.” He thumbs a bit higher, not close enough to be touching your slit, but teasing the edge of it. 

Kaiser rarely ever begs, but the hunger in his eyes is all consuming. You’ve never seen him react this way because of you. 

Fog fills your brain. This is what you hated the most—the brain fog, muscle aches—maybe this will take your mind off it all…

A second’s hesitation is all that it takes for Kaiser to pull your shorts away. He shoves a folded towel under your hips (in retrospect, it shouldn’t have shocked you how well he’s planned for this. When emotions aren’t high, Michael is methodical, conscious towards the point of manipulation. Of course he knew he’d do this and most importantly, that you’d accept it.) 

He licks a tongue up your thigh, where some caked blood rests. His tongue flicks out to catch some blood at the edge of his lips. 

Shame takes place of arousal in your gut. Letting a cannibal into your home? Fine. Taking care of them and studying them? Fine. But letting them treat you like you’re a meal? It’s depraved. You should despise it. Instead, you find yourself inching closer to him. 

“P-please. Don’t stop,” your hands shake as he gets closer, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry, Schatz. Just stay put and behave.” He croons at you, and you can only whine in response. 

Kaiser goes back down to play with your clit, not minding his fingers getting stained and sticky from your arousal and blood. The fluids mix together, the sound growing more lewd as he gets more enthusiastic. 

“Mi—Mihya—“ its hard not to lose control of speech, the mixture of shame and arousal makes it hard to even think about what to say to him. 

You melt under his administrations; combined with the twisting in your gut, you cry out and beg for him. 

Calloused hands pat your sides, stroking your hips as he licks up your slit. 

The room grows warmer as he tugs and pinches on your clit, and you spasm as he grabs your hips. A choked cry of “mihya” leaves your lips. 

Overstimulation hits you like a truck before Kaiser slips a finger into your cunt. You’re full of slick and blood, making it easy for him to reach your sweet spot. 

His tongue and knuckles tease your entrance before the coil in your gut snaps. 

“F-fuck… mihya—-“ you let out a broken cry as you cum, blood and arousal coating his face. Almost like he got out of a fight… 

“M sorry, m s-sorry mihya, you got all dirty.” Your hands reach to cup his face, your chest shaking from exertion and shame. 

“You were delicious, sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry about.” Kaiser grins, pulling his finger out of your cunt and licking it like he’s had the best meal on earth. 

“Gimme another round. I think I found something better than those blood vials you’ve been giving me…” 

[arynlight]

Locked Tomb fanart dump!

That’s it. That’s the post.

[yuurionviktor]

90s Harrow and Gideon from @griddlebait ‘s semi-charmed kinda life