#scan qr code

[the-silly-jax]

hey tumblr! i am announcing that my commissions are open! i see many people have liked the art that i have been posting so if you want me to draw something for you, scan the qr code below. if it doesn't work, go to this link \(O.o)

[thedeeepspacecraft]

scan!

[itmediatvcom]

How​ to Scan QR Codes on Windows or⁣ Mac without Webcam

They are being used to share information conveniently and promptly, including links​ on payment details and contact information. However, what happens when you need to scan a QR code but your computer does not have a webcam? This is an extensive guide that will look at ways of Scanning QR Codes on Windows and Mac without using a webcam. Therefore, let us begin!

Let us examine the scanning methods first for us to understand what entails a QR code. A QR (Quick Response) code is a type ⁣of two-dimensional barcode that can store different types of data. Cameras are used to scan QR codes but you can also use software on your computer to decode them.⁢ This means that any person can have access to the content in a QR code through their computers without necessarily using physical ‌cameras.

For more information click on this link: https://itmediatv.com/how-to-scan-qr-codes-on-windows-or-mac-without-webcam/

[influencegetem]

[tridicolaser]

Cách Scan mã QR Code để khắc bằng máy đột ký tự

[1004knightingale]

Agatha All Along Week @agathaallalongweek

Day 4 — Professors/Teachers

agathario as magical professors who created life for research and fell in love in the process.

AAAWeek25 masterlist

[marmotsomsierost]

when patients are upset or nervous about their blood being drawn, sometimes i'll say "oh, don't worry, our vampires are extremely good at what they do." generally it works to relieve some tension or at least as a pause in the anxious build-up because it's absurd enough that the brain goes 'panic time? pani- wait what. that isn't in the script. hang on, hang on, stall the panic engines for a sec we need the power to run the logic centers again'. yesterday i said that many times. worked pretty great each time.

however.

towards the end of my shift, patient comes in with two family members. i get them checked in, during which this happens...

me: "What brings you in today?"

patient, brightly: "I need blood!"

me: "Oh, are you feeling a little hungry? We can..."

me, slowly processing those words: "...help........with....that."

patient: "My doctor yelled at me to come in because my blood is apparently lethally low, so-"

patient's family member A: "Did you just ask if she was hungry?"

me, slowly dying inside: "yeah, i- sometimes when people get their labs drawn i'll tell them don't worry, our vampires do excellent work, so i just"

(during this I am putting on their ID wristband and also apparently making inarticulate gestures trying to explain the whole mess)

me: "i am sorry, that was not a professional way of greeting you. please have a seat, the nurse will call you in a bit to finish-"

pt family member B: "do you guys have a cafeteria? Is it still open?"

me: "no, it isn't-"

pt family member B: "or i guess you'd call it a blood bank, right?"

me: "i...we...do have a cafeteria. it's not a cafeteria right now. i mean it is a cafeteria but the kitchen- there's just vending machines. and microwaves. it's down the hall and the second hallway on the right side."

pt family member B: "is there ice cream?"

me: "mayb- no I think there is, actually."

me, internally: you have 38 fucking minutes left of your shift fucking reengage brain and deal with it

while i am checking in the rest of the evening rush i hear the patient greet family member C. family member B comes back at about the same time, gesturing triumphantly with a frozen snickers bar. faintly i hear family member B saying something like "none for you, sorry, no type-B popsicles." family member A and patient start laughing, family member C is clearly taken aback.

family member A: " oh yeah (patient)'s real hungry for bluuuurd, that's why we're here."

patient: "I went up and said i needed blood and she asked if i was hungry, you know, like a vampire."

family member B: "it was great!"

[ezkel]

thinking about Muggle au regulus that ran away when he was over 18, no money, no idea how to make or save money, no cooking skills, no cleaning skills, freeloading on Barty and Evans couch and getting a job at a McDonald's drive through

imagine Sirius is buying maccas and the person handing over his food is his prissy spoilt brother that he hasn't seen in 5yrs

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

metallic and monochrome NYC street finds 4.1.24-4.21.24

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[indigosunsetao3]

You walk past the new gym every morning to see four extremely large, intimidating men working out. You saw it on accident one morning, but since then, you’ve made it a habit to walk that way to work. Seeing them sweat, push one another for one more rep, and challenge each other makes something in your stomach squirm.

You tell yourself you’re being a creep, that this will be the last time. But then, as if the universe heard you trying to take away the highlight of your day, you see a sign up paper in the window. One free month.

A month wouldn’t hurt.

You could just walk on the treadmill and watch them. Get the fantasies and thoughts out of your head, then slip away into the night. Like the stalker you were.

You sign up using the QR code with your phone and show up the next morning. It’s strangely empty except for your the four men were there. Already deep in their workouts, with towels tucked in their shorts or tossed over shoulders. Sweet dripping down their backs and faces as they do yet another set of pull ups.

Staking claim to a treadmill, you get to walking, doing your best not to downright stare now that you have an uninterrupted view. It’s difficult, especially when the grunts and pants of exertion make your toes curl.

They don’t pay you too much mind the first few days. But then the biggest, and scariest, of the four approaches you, and asks why you never use any of the other equipment. You stammer out your lack of knowledge or skill and he shushes you saying he’ll show you himself.

You don’t question him or try to tell him no. You feel silly as you learn on the lightest weights as they lift barbells stacked to your body weight like it’s nothing. Your exact weight, actually. Weird.

Week two, Kyle, as he introduces himself, notices you limping a bit. Bit stiff getting on and off the equipment and groaning as you stand. He offers to help you stretch properly. Laying you out on the floor and bending you this way and that. Getting you to groan and sigh in relief as his palms brace your thighs.

Week three, Johnny has you watching him to perfect your form. He asks you to look at how straight his back is in a push-up and feel how his abs move on the standing crunch machine. Then he has you doing the same moves with his hands across your abdomen and back, making sure your core is tight. He grips you a bit hard as you fight to get that last push up grunting from the effort.

By the time your last free week rolls around, you're beginning to question your plan. This was supposed to be a month of getting these guys out of your system. A month of all the fantasies your heart could desire, then walking away. But you don’t want it to end. And it seems they don’t want it to finish either. John approaches you with an offer to continue your trial. You tell him you can’t afford it, not even knowing the price, you can’t take on another expense.

John insists it’s okay. He says he talked to the manager and worked out a deal. You’re making such progress, and they’d miss the company if you left. They need more people using the gym to attract customers anyway.

Which, you realize, is just you and these four guys. There are never any other patrons there. You assumed it was because of how early you’d all work out. But even in the evenings on your way home the space is barren. No one using the equipment and the lights dim.

You agree, sheepishly.

John gives you a wicked grin and a form that oddly has all your information on it already. You just need to read it over, so you start going through all the boring legal parts. But you can feel them all staring as you go paragraph by paragraph. Johnny is standing right next to you with a pen, eager and all smiles. The pressure makes you flip to the last page and just sign. It’s not like they could lock you into something that bad, right? It’s just a gym membership.

“Now the real training begins,” Simon states quietly, pulling the ten page contract out of your hands as Kyle pulls the blinds and flips the lock.

[milfvael]

I feel like a lot of people don’t realize this so just a quick heads up that QR codes are becoming an increasingly popular form of distributing malware or phishing and you should look at scanning them the same way you would clicking an unfamiliar link

If you are scanning a QR code from a source you trust (a menu at a restaurant for example), take a second to make sure that the code hasn’t been tampered with (eg that someone hasn’t replaced the code with a sticker)

[tio-trile]

I had WAY too many Happy Meals when I was in Chile and Argentina... 😅 (because the Chaos Theory toys aren't offered in the United States's McDonald's for some reason???)

[geddy-leesbian]

[amordei-k]

do i have your attention

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