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meritmeter123 · 2 months

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Things to Consider while purchasing Laptops for Work From Home

When purchasing laptops for work from home, several factors should be considered to ensure productivity, comfort, and efficiency. Here's a comprehensive list of things to consider:

Performance: Opt for a laptop with sufficient processing power (CPU) and memory (RAM) to handle your work tasks smoothly. Consider Intel Core i5 or i7 processors, or equivalent AMD Ryzen processors, along with 8GB to 16GB of RAM for most work tasks.

Storage: Choose between Solid State Drive (SSD) and Hard Disk Drive (HDD) based on your storage needs. SSDs offer faster boot times and application loading speeds, while HDDs provide more storage space at a lower cost. Consider a minimum of 256GB SSD for faster performance.

Portability: Consider the size and weight of the laptop if you need to carry it around frequently. A 13 to 15-inch laptop is usually a good balance between portability and screen size.

Battery Life: Look for laptops with long battery life to ensure uninterrupted work sessions, especially if you need to work away from power outlets frequently. Aim for at least 8 hours of battery life on a single charge.

Display: Choose a laptop with a high-resolution display and comfortable viewing angles. Consider factors like brightness, color accuracy, and screen size based on your work requirements, such as graphic design or video editing.

Connectivity: Ensure the laptop has an adequate number of USB ports, including USB Type-C, HDMI, and other ports required for your work peripherals such as monitors, printers, and external drives. Also, check for Wi-Fi 6 compatibility for faster wireless connectivity.

Keyboard and Touchpad: Test the keyboard and touchpad for comfort and responsiveness, as you'll be using them extensively for typing and navigation during work hours. Backlit keyboards can be beneficial for low-light working environments.

Operating System: Choose between Windows, macOS, or Linux based on your preference and compatibility with work software and applications. Ensure the laptop comes with the latest version of the operating system for security and performance updates.

Security Features: Look for laptops with built-in security features such as fingerprint readers, face recognition, or TPM (Trusted Platform Module) for data protection and secure logins.

Webcam and Microphone: Given the rise of remote meetings and video conferences, ensure the laptop has a decent webcam and microphone for clear video and audio communication.

Build Quality and Durability: Invest in a laptop with a sturdy build quality and durable materials to withstand daily use and occasional travel. Consider laptops with MIL-STD-810G certification for enhanced durability.

Budget: Set a budget based on your requirements and prioritize features accordingly. Balance performance, portability, and other factors within your budget constraints.

By considering these factors, you can select a laptop that meets your work-from-home needs effectively, ensuring productivity and comfort throughout your workday.

#work from home laptop #laptop #best laptops #cost effective laptops

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yellowvixen · 11 months

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tried out ms paint with a touch screen laptop a few months ago!! v different process from how i usually draw but it was rlly fun. forgot to post it so here it is now

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic art #sonic fanart #art #fanart #digital art #ms paint #vixenart #it was on my work laptop lol #yeah i work from home *draws sonic*

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mattodore · 3 months

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a little update on what i've been doing in the sims lately! don't mind the huge walls of text for once i'm saying things in the post instead of the tags lmao

matthias's scars are very slowly coming along! i really love his left leg scar but can't really show all of it because i'd have to get him naked for that and it also wraps around his leg. um, but it starts at the side of his hip and carves down at an angle before abruptly following a steep line to the back of his calf. it looks gnarly which is exactly what i'm trying to achieve with matthias's scars! i'm also pretty pleased with the scars on his wrists and side, but the scar he has on the back of his right leg is... a little too crunchy? i don't know, it just looks weird. it's kind of hard to get the scars i'm making to look good on matthias's body. especially scars that're smaller or delicate... like the instant loss of quality makes me want to chew on exposed wires. but that's where i've left off on them! his arms and back are where he has the most damage but my god... it's SO difficult trying to get scars to look nice over his biceps and back muscles. also the hair ties i made for him look nice on his wrist <3

theo's apartment is also finally in the works. i've got the base layout finished and a general idea of what all the rooms are for. building and decorating isn't actually that daunting to me, surprisingly—instead, what's actually causing me a lot of grief is the realization that this is too big for theo to really be comfortable in. so, i was thinking, okay, that's fine, just get rid of three of the rooms and scale down the living area. only to pause and take into account the fact that theo's parents pay for this. they're controlling and also very big on appearance so i'm not sure they'd be fine with their son living in a shoebox—i mean, what would people say if word got to them that he doesn't even have a walk-in closet? like... that's the kind of people they are. but i wanted theo to feel comfortable in his apartment so now i'm feeling conflicted on how i want it to look. i'm definitely going to scale down the bedrooms and the living area... but it'll still feel too big to theo. there are just too many corners for him to ever fully let his guard down... which, hm... well, maybe that fits the story more anyway.

this is his general aesthetic for the interior btw... i want it to be brown, cream, and green all throughout the apartment with splashes of orange (this mix between his old dorm and his childhood home but with something new blending it together). i really wanted him to have stained glass windows in his kitchen and bathroom but couldn't find any </3 so sadly that's not happening. and i need to find a nice curio cabinet for his collection of bells... along with bells too lmao. but that's where i'm at so far! i'm seriously going to just sit here in build mode for hours just... trying to figure out how to make this place more comfortable for theo. like it's supposed to be where he feels safe but it's just too much rn.

#river dipping #matthias evanoff #theodore doe #echthroi #also if anyone has any tips on getting scars or other skin details to look good let me know please...#i'd love to try projection painting again but my laptop is too slow and i can't get opengl to function on my desktop </3 #like i get an error every time i try to open matthias's .obj and even reddit is failing me on a fix for it <///3 #and okayyy theo's apartment!! i'm so torn up abt it now #but does his bed not look super fucking comfortable...#i might have to change his bed to that queen bed in the guest room just because the one in theo's room is... interestingly colored.#i'm going to recolor it to just plain white/cream sheets... and maybe mess with the mesh a bit. really i should test the bed in game #bc i'm not sure it'll work very well...#i wanted theo to have a wooden headboard but all of the ones i had like that just didn't look like he could nestle into them #he's just. a little guy. if i can't picture theo curling up in the center of the bed then it just won't work #but yeah. that’s my update ☝️#........i'm super excited to start on the home matthias buys shortly after he starts falling in love with theo btw #the floor plan in my head is so beautiful and it's all very open... bc <3 matthias was thinking abt putting theo in his home from the jump #long post

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wawawawawawawawawawawawawa · 3 months

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I love all of your analysis on both Izaya and ASPD, it really makes me think. I really feel like Izaya would do good in the disabled community, after all, wouldn’t he have so much fun pissing off politicians and working for disabled rights?

And the fact that he treats everyone equally is going to be so much more appreciated among people who have never been treated equally.

I just want a post Ketsu story where he realizes that he has ASPD and actually works through the symptoms, enough that it isn’t controlling his life anymore. All the while making life better for himself and every other disabled person in Japan.

EVERYONE ELSE SHUT UP. YOU. KEEP TALKING

no but youre actually so correct. izaya loves humans and loves fucking with people- so why not redirect those urges into something more productive? he's still fucking with people, still pushing people to their limits

and wouldnt it be FUNNY if it came out that he was doing this? like, there's no proof, but there are rumors that izaya drove X corrupt polititian to suicide or Y insurance company CEO to resign, and NOBODY CARES like they just. look the other way. kinda like the guy with the thingamajig that assasinated shinzo abe- that guy DID get arrested, but he did what he did because abe had ties to the life church, aka the moonies, a christian cult. but then the govt looked into it and then money stopped getting funneled to the moonies. like people went "yeah that guy had a point" abt it all

AND ON THE TOPIC OF ASPD- what if izaya does aspd related activism on the side? wouldnt it be cool to see him get into a formal debate with another professional who studies aspd but has a... less favorable view on it? wouldnt it be sick to see izaya corner them more and more, ask them what EXACTLY makes people like him different from everyone else? what exactly does the field of psychiatry seek to gain by villifying these people, who have what they have because of trauma, who could be helped if people tried- ACTUALLY tried, instead of the focus being on fixing them, like their disorder needs to be completely eradicated first and foremost before they're allowed to be treared as a person, before any of the other problems could hope to be addressed? what is there to gain from the system being as it is now?

i want to see izaya orihara have a formal debate in a college setting and make the other guy cry. i think izaya deserves this as a little treat

#orihara izaya #durarara #izaya orihara #shizaya brain: shizuo seeing that izaya is still alive thru his activist work spreading around #and actually starting to really like this new side of izaya #likening it to himself learning how to control his strength #also @ the anon who wanted more aspd: HOPEFULLY THIS WILL HOLD U OVER TILL I THINK OF A PROPER META FOR U 💞#keeping his distance but watching his talks and debates on his dinky little laptop when he comes home from work #wasks #yeagh im putting this in the tags. ill dance with danger all night long

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omanatascha · 3 months

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theworldisabrokenbonebutitishome · 16 days

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Kang Yo Han is the walking embodiment of I'm Not Okay (I Promise) and relates to Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge far more than is healthy. In this essay I will-

#twabbbiih's edit #tdj #the devil judge #tw blood #kang yohan #kang yo han #a character study via legendary emo classic Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge #I put so much effort into this I really hope the fandom enjoys it #I know I don't exactly go here in a big way but guys please #girl does a tdj rewatch for the fun of it and spirals so far into making bad edits she has to try and figure out how to just get the text #from an album cover to make a mock one like some unhinged loser who barely knows how editing software works #you guys have NO IDEA #I spent an entire night pestering mid-n0vember about how this album is perfect for KYH 2 years ago and so finally I did something about it #to the end has especially been rattling around my brain for WAY TOO LONG because that is not a house or home to KYH #it's a constant reminder of the people he's lost and the horrors he suffered due to the utter shithead that was his father #ive been debating between 2 edits i did for that song for two nights and I've ended up picking the more literal one because I didn't want #too many close up images of peoples faces for this. but just know there is a file on this laptop of kyh crying while hes literally haunted #by memories of his father #I really did try to use a shot from the knife scene for the album cover because it would have been SO GOOD as a mirror to the original albu #however my editing skills are not good enough to make the background less distracting and I'm working with not HD images so it looked worse #so a moments silence for what could have been #no one asked but its 2am and that means oversharing so #Interlude absolutely had to be the on a line by itself because despite everything else going on with KYH keeping Elijah save is Rule One #it's supposed to kind of overshadow everything else because keeping her safe and unaware of Certain Things absolutely does for him #whether it actually translates is a different matter #kgo being on his knees (yet again) is what swung it for that picture otherwise it would have been kyh looking on as jae hee grabs her

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todayisafridaynight · 8 months

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i HAVE to keep the daigo plush locked away lest i squeeze it every five minutes to alleviate the cuteness aggression i feel whenever i see it

#snap chats #being without my computer charger has been maddening #that makes me sound terminally online and its because i am. its also cause all i ever wanna do is draw :((#AND I ESP WANNA WORK ON MY COMMS NOOOOO FUCK #i mean i was at least able to read through yakuza’s bias vol 2… so theres that…#MY SCHOOL STORE DIDNT HAVE LAPTOP CHARGERS i had to order one… hopefully it gets here Overnight like i asked….. if not ill kill #anyway. daigo plushie so cute :((((((((((((((((#mine cute too but theres just something especially squeezeable about daigo #alas.. thats what the aoki plush’ll be for. my personal stress toy ☠️☠️☠️☠️#lowkey i wish i also got ichi but then i remenbee they made him pale as all hell and Yeah Im Not Putting Money To That #THE SMALLEST BIT OF A TAN I BEG YOU RGG WHY IS HE SO PALE IT DONT LOOK RIIIIGHT :((((#anyway.. i have my last class in half an hour… lemme drink this tea…#also Lowkey obsessed with my outfit today.. its that butterfly shirt + gold accessories since theyre monarch butterflies #tho Lowkey 2x the black and yellow remind me of the watase blokes from gaiden…… wack…..#ok bye its tea time #help one of my roommates just came home and she just announces like. ‘man those edibles were. OUGH’#calling my dad to pick me up nooo im a lame straight edge dont talk about drugs around me ill scream and cry LMAO #ok im done byebye lemme drink this good god

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titsthedamnseason · 1 month

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does anyone have one of those corporate jobs where you actually do nothing? because i would love one of those

#like omg how do these people have jobs where they work from home but basically crap around all day #like have one meeting but you get paid just to have your laptop open #i want that so bad #mine

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scionshtola · 6 months

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with certainty

summary: Corisande was forced to heal her own injuries following their battle in Cape Westwind. Y'shtola is none too impressed with the job they did. pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul (pre-relationship) word count: 1666 | read on ao3 notes: everything about healing in here i made up. and supplemented with things i saw on grey's anatomy. sorry in advance. and spoilers for the end of ARR. [divider credit]

Behind Corisande, Castrum Meridianum loomed in the distance, the glow of its shields bright against the night sky. Before them, the Alliance troops prepared for the next phase of Operation Archon, spurred on by their successes at the other Garlean outposts thus far. Corisande watched them work, running here and there, voices blending with the sounds of weapons being tended.

If all went well, the troops in front of her would engage the Garlean forces outside while Corisande snuck into the stronghold and disabled its magitek shield generator. If it did not go well, if Corisande let down all of the brave people before her, those willing to risk their lives on the misplaced hope that she succeeded—

They shut their eyes, pushing the thought away. There was always a way for things to go wrong. Now was not the time to dwell on the possibilities.

“Ah, there is our Warrior of Light.”

Searing hot metal closed over Corisande’s wrist. Rhitahtyn sas Arvina stood over them, yanked the chain that linked them and sent them stumbling toward him. She dug her heels into the ground, struggling for purchase in the mud and the grass, churned together by his relentless attacks. It was no use. He was far bigger than them, far more prepared for battle in close quarters, and the manacle on their wrist was blisteringly hot. Pain greater than any they had ever felt before radiated through their arm. She needed distance, needed time to cast, needed her hands free—

“Corisande,” he sneered down at her. Around them, the battlefield was ablaze, flames licking their body as they continued to struggle. She aimed her grimoire at his head, tried to shove him away, anything to create the time and space to cast a spell. If I can just summon Titan… “Are you well?”

They blinked, and the flames receded. The manacle fell from their wrist, leaving behind a phantom pain, as if their skin had been scalded all over again—but it did not truly hurt, not anymore. They had made sure of it.

“Corisande?” Y’shtola’s voice broke through the haze of imagined pain. Where Rhitahtyn towered over her a moment ago, Y’shtola stood peering up at her, her fingers wrapped loosely around their wrist.

“I’m fine,” they answered, and tried to cover the suspiciously quick response with a smile. She tugged her arm free, the tips of Y’shtola’s fingers trailing along the back of her hand, and let it fall to her side, fighting against the urge to cradle it protectively against her chest.

Unsurprisingly, Y’shtola did not seem convinced. She trained her gaze on them, unwavering, concern evident in her bright teal eyes, and reached for their arm again. She took it with a practiced hand, pushing their sleeve back to reveal the web of mottled scars encircling their wrist, a wide, morbid bracelet, the tendrils of which stretched across the back of their hand.

“When did this happen?” Her touch was firm but gentle as she turned their arm over, examining the scarring from all sides.

Corisande hesitated, reluctant to do or say anything that might distract from the next phase of the mission. Reluctant to relive the pain in the retelling of it. But she has kept little from Y’shtola in the course of their friendship and as much as she wished not to speak of it, she did not wish to hide it from her either.

“A few bells ago,” they finally admitted. “At Cape Westwind. I am afraid I got a little too close to my adversary.”

“A few bells...” Y’shtola prodded at the scars, her eyes narrowing when Corisande did not react. She turned their hand over and skimmed her fingers along the inside of their wrist, brushing the singed edges of what was left of their wrist wrappings. They had not found a moment to replace them since the battle, swept from one task to the next as they were.

“Pray, which healer is responsible for this remarkably poor work?” The sharpness of her words contrasted the gentle hold she kept on their arm. “I should like to have a word with them. A burn so deep as this one appears to have been would take hours to heal properly.”

Corisande would laugh, if it did not feel like so much work. If her skin did not itch, did not feel stretched taut over her bones, fragile and paper thin, at war with the ironic spark of warmth blooming in her chest. Still, that Y’shtola should take such immediate offense to the shoddy quality of care they received was enough to bring a small, fond smile to their face. If only they had someone else to blame. “I will keep that in mind for next time.”

Y’shtola’s eyes widened, gaze flicking between their face and their scar. “You healed yourself?” she asked, at once both incredulous and irritated. “Reforming the layers of skin, repairing the nerves, not to mention the debridement—the pain would have been excruciating. Even more so if not given time to rest between stages. Why did you not come to me?”

Corisande had hardly been able to take two steps after defeating Rhitahtyn, the pain had been so overwhelming. They had tried—one foot in front of the other, just until they reached the others, but they hardly knew where they were going, the pain blinding them to everything around them. Every step had jostled their arm, lightning bolts of pain emanating from their wrist. She’d held her arm to her chest, but every brush of her open wound against her clothes had set her wrist aflame all over again. It had been impossible to think straight.

They had only meant to heal it enough that they could think about something else. Anything else. But Y’shtola was right—the pain of healing had been excruciating, so much so she could hardly keep her eyes open to watch. But she had. She’d watched as the seared bits of her gloves fell from the wound, grit her teeth as the skin began to reform. They had meant to stop, meant to leave the rest until they could find a real healer—until they could find Y’shtola.

But they had never had much control over their healing, had always neglected the study of it for the more interesting act of summoning. She could hardly tell what she was doing, her own cries ringing in her ears, unwilling tears blurring her vision. It had been hard to see, so hard to think about anything but the pain—until there was no pain at all.

“I only meant to make it bearable,” Corisande answered, meeting Y’shtola’s gaze. Her expression flickered, melting from a borderline scowl into softer concern as she looked into their eyes. It lasted only a moment, and then she dropped her gaze to their wrist once more. She prodded at it with cool fingers, then pressed hard against their skin, almost a pinch, pursing her lips when Corisande gasped.

“‘Tis not the prettiest work, but your nerves are intact,” she said neutrally, and let their arm drop to their side.

“You could have just asked.” Corisande rubbed her wrist, though she could not quite hide her amusement at Y’shtola’s straightforward approach. In fact, she found something rather comforting in her lack of gentle bedside manner.

“Had you proper knowledge of healing magicks, there would be far less scarring,” Y’shtola continued, as if Corisande had not spoken. “But we must make do with what talents we have on the battlefield. That you have healed is of greater import than the manner in which it was done.”

“Come to me should you need any further healing,” she added, in a tone that brooked no argument from Corisande, then narrowed her eyes at them. “But do not expect that I will let you get away with subpar healing forever. A mage of your skill should know how to properly heal themself.”

The laugh that Corisande had struggled to produce moments ago burst easily from her lips now. “I look forward to your lessons, Master Y’shtola.”

Y’shtola smiled, pleased, a touch of mischief in her eyes, and Corisande’s heart swelled with affection, an answering grin forming on their lips. Until Y’shtola’s eyes darted over their shoulder, at the fortress still looming over them, returning to the forefront of their mind all the worries that had fallen to the side when she had first touched them.

“I would prefer that you rest, but there is still work to be done,” Y’shtola said, staring up at Castrum Meridianum with steel in her eyes. Corisande turned to face the fortress, and for a moment they stood side by side in silence, contemplating the task before them. One more step on the path to Eorzean liberation.

Y’shtola grasped Corisande’s hand. This time she did not look away when their eyes met, and instead returned their gaze with an assurance in her eye that calmed them. “I will see you when you return, Corisande,” she said, giving their hand a comforting squeeze before slipping away to resume her duties amongst the troops.

Corisande took one last look at the looming castrum and let the sound of the battle preparations taking place behind her wash over her. The fate of Eorzea, of everyone behind them, very likely rested on their shoulders. The thought was nearly enough to send them running for the forest they had come from.

Instead, she turned toward the crowd of people working behind her. Cid was somewhere amongst them, beginning the preparations for the infiltration, and it was past time she sought him out to assist.

They worked their way through the encampment, a certainty rising within them as they walked. Y’shtola was right—they would see each other again. They were as sure of it as Y’shtola seemed to be herself.

And they found, suddenly, that they could bear anything, so long as they had that to hold on to.

#kels writes #oc: corisande ymir #xiv fic #last night i got my laptop out to write something completely different. immediately fell asleep with it in my lap.#and woke up with the frantic need to finish this fic that i started in july that carried me til 1:30 am jdkfgj #anyway...i love them...love that shtola is like 'your healing skills are a joke wtf'#and cori is internally like 'wow...i love you sm for telling me that thank you'#also when i was editing i realized i had written in present tense. except for all my favorite parts i wrote in past tense.#and i changed them to be present tense bc it was easier but when i got home from work i went through and changed it all to past #and im happier with that djksfg #anyway. nice to have this done. and maybe now i can get other ones done.

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