I Got A Laptop With Windows 11 For An IT Course So I Can Get Certified, And Doing The First Time Device

I got a laptop with Windows 11 for an IT course so I can get certified, and doing the first time device set-up for it made me want to commit unspeakable violence

Windows 11 should not exist, no one should use it for any reason, it puts ads in the file explorer and has made it so file searches are also web searches and this cannot be turned off except through registry editing. Whoever is responsible for those decisions should be killed, full stop.

Switch to linux, it's free and it's good.

Here he is, in all his glory! 120cm x 90cm.

Parents don’t like him, apparently there’s no market of people who will buy dragon paintings.

So I’m off on the hunt to find someone. My self esteem is in tatters, but I’m hanging tf on out of SPITE! 😁

Could you maybe do a GN!reader with Death (pre relationship) where reader calls him Deathy and the others are surprised he lets them get away with it?

Author's note: This plays into one of my favorite tropes; Gruff old man lets you get away with things no one else can.

Relationships: Death/Gn!Reader (platonic and/or pre-relationship)

Warnings: None

"It might be a bit more comfy on Ruin,"

Strife speaks up and catches you attention, pointing to the Red Rider's massive warsteed with a thumb. Holding onto the saddlehorn of Despair’s tack you look in Ruin’s direction, pondering while Fury watches this interaction with a small amount of amusement. It's better than staring at the trees, for sure.

War, realizing he's suddenly the center focus of three sets of eyes, looks up confused and glances around, but doesn't actually say anything.

"Ya know, with the bigger saddle and all."

Not as if Despair is a small horse by any means, but you wouldn't mind riding on Ruin, if only just for a bit of fun. But before you have the chance to even ask War if he'd let you join him, Death shoots the prospect down with a stern glare in all of your general directions.

Instead of heeding that very obvious warning however, Strife saunters right through it with the nonchalance of a Nephilim who’s done it a million times before.

"Then how 'bout you join me?"

Strife does a little jerk of his head and his shoulders push back just a bit to give him better posture, while he acts as if inviting you to the cool kids table at school. Death however, fed up with having his thinking interrupted as he stares out past the steep overlook and scouts their next move, turns and scowls at Strife with Despair's reins still tightly wound in his right hand.

"Will you stop?"

As if Strife would actually heed Death's warning, he looks over at you, while Fury and War rest on their own horses behind you both. You stay sitting on Despair simply because of the effort required to get on and off the giant horse, and Death considers you safe there. The horse is an extension of himself in a way, and he trusts the steed to keep you safe even if you’re only a meter away. It also helps that it limits your ability to wander off and get into trouble, as you've proven far too curious for your own good multiple times.

"Aww come on, you're really gonna listen to him?"

Death turns at you and give you one look in response to Strife's whine. You have no real desire to go against his wishes just to upset him, even though you know he'd let you ride with one of them anyways. Despair is more than fine, you have no real want to swap horses. You look towards the gunslinger and shake your head in refusal.

"Whatever Deathy wants." Your voice is singsongy and smile sickeningly, saccharine sweet, and you can't help but look down at Death the moment the words leave your mouth.

His glare isn't just sharp, It's hell fire; It would've boiled you alive if you were affected by it.

Instead of calling you out on it however he simply sighs, before looking away from the overlook.

"Let's go."

Death lets go of Despair's reins for a moment as he rounds the shoulder of the horse, but quickly gets stopped by Strife's guffaw. He extends out one arm, pointing at you with an armored finger.

"Woah woah woah; You're just gonna let that slide?" He moves his finger between the two of you, to further point out.

Strife is so clearly smirking behind the mask by the way his eyes and pushed upwards, leaning against Mayhem with arms crossed as if the horse is a wall. Upon hearing Strife call speak up Death bristles, knowing he'd been caught red handed giving you such blatant leniency.

He can even hear Fury snicker, which makes his lips purse tighter together behind his mask. Thank the Creator he wears the ugly thing, he thinks.

That was supposed to be reserved for when no one else is around, but of course he slips up at the worst possible moment.

"It was a momentary lapse in judgement-" Strife scoffs, and you try to snuff a laugh behind your palm. The Reaper turns and points upward at you.

"One more word out of you and I slap this horse's hindquarters and send you straight into whatever realm he wishes to visit."

When you roll your eyes Death grasps the front lip of the saddle, putting a boot in the stirrup and leaning the saddle to one side when he hefts himself up. Once he settles in the saddle behind you he doesn't say a single word, but you can feel his irritation from a league away.

He can feel your contentment as well, watching the scenery pass by as you sit unawares of just how much you'd pointed out his habitual favoritism.

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Just so you all know, this is how tall I hc Lucien to be when compared to the human.

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Looks hella tasty. I might try it once I have a cheat day.

Rasta pasta Recipe

1)Slice the bell peppers into strips, chop the onions, scotch bonnet and garlic and set aside�

2)Clean and devein the shrimps then season with ½ tablespoon of jerk seasoning, mix to combine and marinate for about 10 minutes or longer

3) boil the penne pasta in salted water until aldente, reserve about 1 cup of pasta water drain pasta and set aside. In order to stop the pasta from clumping up, add about 1 tablespoon of oil and toss to combine. Alternatively, run the pasta under cold water to get rid of starch.�

4) heat up olive oil on medium high heat, carefully add the shrimps to the hot pan and cook on each side for about 2 to 3 minutes each depending on the size of the shrimp. Do not overcook as you would be adding it back to the pasta later. Take it out of the pan and transfer unto a plate then set aside.�

5)still using the same pan you sauteed the shrimps, add chopped bell peppers and onions and saute for about 1 to 2 minutes moving it around the pan so it doesn’t burn. Add scallions, jerk seasoning, salt and black pepper and cook for another minute. Deglaze the pan with the chicken stock. Add chopped garlic and cook for another minute or two.�

6)Pour the double cream over the sauteed vegetables, add chopped scotch bonnet, smoked paprika, allspice and stir to combine. Stir in parmesan cheese and cheddar cheese into the creamy sauce until melted. Taste and adjust seasoning to preference.

7)Add the cooked pasta to the sauce and stir to combine, add some of the reserved pasta if the sauce is too thick. Finally, return the cooked shrimps to the pasta and stir to combine. Take it off the heat and serve immediately