#Windows Client

[jsqforknowledge]

(2025-01-02) “Merry And Happy” Vulnerable LDAP Nightmare

I woke up and was reading articles on my mobile phone until I saw this critical message about a very critical vulnerability in Windows LDAP Client. Well, game on, the “fun” has started already after 1 day in the new year! Still 364 days to go. OMG! Not a great way to start the year with an LDAP Nightmare, but it is the reality, unfortunately! This targets both Windows Clients and Servers,…

[thisischeri]

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[fuwahua]

Day 17 - Raspberries

✮⋆˙ TKTober Day 17 - Raspberries

✮⋆˙ Tags: Yelan/Yanfei (Established relationship), bullying your gf cutely, tummy, raspberries, fluff!

“I love your stomach window.”

“Hm?”

Yelan turns to Yanfei with a raised brow, the fabric of her tunic stretching as she does. The thin black fabric over her stomach creases and straightens, subtly shiny under the sun, and Yanfei sighs. ��It’s so sexy when you stretch like that.”

“That’s the point.”

“I love your uniform. I love your job. I love you. Can you hire me?”

Yelan snorts, coming around the breakfast table. She plucks the half-drunken cup of black tea from Yanfei’s hands with ease. “Teyvat to Yanfei—are you awake yet? I told you to get some sleep last night.”

Archons, she knows. It’s not that Yanfei doesn’t want to sleep but rather that she literally can’t these days: after accepting a domestic case that appeared absurdly simple for the client’s proposed payment, she found herself unfolding Pandora’s box. Both sides of the divorce case wanted to claim ownership of an old property they’d inherited from the wife’s side but only after extensive research in the Qixing’s folders had they discovered the house was built on Adepti reserved non-residential land. Then, to add to the complexity, it was never officially claimed by said Adepti, so right now the entire case (and her paycheck!) is on hold until they can determine who it belongs to, if it legally can be claimed by any party.

A nightmare. An honest and true nightmare made worse by the fact that they can’t make any breakthroughs until the Qixing return with official word from the adepti (apparently Yanfei doesn’t count due to conflict of interest) so she was going to get some actual shut eye yesterday, only to get jump scared by her girlfriend sliding in from the bedroom window and occupying her all night instead.

Hey, wait a second.

“You’re the reason I didn’t get any!”

Yelan whistles. Yanfei groans, face falling between her arms on the table. She’s so tired.

“Please tell me the qixing has responded.”

“You’d be the first to know if they did.” Another groan. Her only solace is Yelan’s hand ruffling her hair, stroking the area she likes between her horns before drifting down to pat her back. “Hey, up. It’s breakfast time.”

“Not hungry.”

“Aw, poor baby.” Yelan’s voice is teasing, near. Her arms encircle Yanfei in a half-hug, tugging. “Come on, up. Eat.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.”

“You sure?”

Yanfei yelps as the hands around her waist pinch her without warning, eyes shooting open in alert as sleep leaves her at once. Yelan’s lips meet her ear, the sound of her kiss loud before she purrs. “Because if you don’t eat, you’ll starve. And if you starve, your sexy tummy I love is going to disappear.”

“Hehehey! Yelahahan, stop!”

“Don’t wanna,” Yelan mocks. Yanfei gasps, scrunching up her shoulders as Yelan traps her against the table, tapping along her sides. It’s overwhelming, the feeling of her hands on her scales, oversensitive and exposed under Yelan’s knowing fingers. Her knees jump and bang against it, causing the cutlery to jitter, when Yelan’s nails scratch her hips. “Careful, babe. Don’t want to spill the breakfast I worked so hard on.”

She squeaks as Yanfei’s hands spider up to her underarms before diving further low, sliding under her skirt and scratching her thighs. It’s terrible, maddening, made worse so by the memory of Yelan doing the exact same thing yesterday with very, very different intentions. Yanfei squirms, legs kicking in protest, but Yelan’s weight keeps her rooted to the chair. “AHAHALL YOU DID WHAHAS BUY YOUTIAO!”

“Mm, from your favorite vendor.”

“Leheheht gohoaha—wAH!”

She’d call her the worst if it wasn’t for the shriek she emits as Yanfei’s hands hook under her thighs and pulls her straight out of the seat; her head swings back only to be caught by a gentle hand before she hits the table. Yanfei pants, hair splayed around the countertop, eyes stuck on her ceiling (did she always have that crack there? Was that water damage?) before looking down to Yelan hovering above her hips. She shivers, scotting away, but Yelan’s hands rooted to her hips keeps her from absconding.

“Hehehe… come on,” Yanfei bargains, swallowing as Yelan’s nails tap on her stomach. “Let’s have the youtiao before it gets cold.”

“You can heat it back up again, can’t you?” Yelan coos, nuzzling her stomach. Her blue hair drags along the surface as she moves, spiraling the scales along Yanfei’s ribs and she giggles. “I just want to have a quick snack first.”

“S-snack? No, YelAHAHAHAHAN PLEAHAHAHASE!”

Her horns do bang against the table, the sound loud but no louder than the screech of her laughter as Yelan holds her down, lips vibrating as she blows raspberry after raspberry against her navel. Yanfei shouts, squirming, screaming, her legs kicking wildly in the air as incoherent pleas escape her with every shockwave running through her body, but the mischief glistening in Yelan’s eyes promises no quarter. It tickles so much, a vibration down to her core, and when she tries to beg for a break it dissipates into wild giggles until—

Clang!

Yanfei gasps, jolting, as Yelan’s body flanks her entirely. She’s flush between her body and the table, shivering with residual giggles, as Yelan’s shoulders blanket both sides of her head. A moment passes, then another, and it’s only when it’s clear that no intruder is in the house that Yelan relents with a sigh and pecks her cheek.

“You okay?”

“Yehehe,” she chuckles, leaning up and kissing Yelan on the lips. Her girlfriend smiles into it, the slant of her lips inviting, and she kisses her again. “What was that?”

Yelan snorts. “See for yourself.”

That’s never good. Yelan climbs off her with an outstretched hand before hauling Yanfei upwards against her chest. She points to a metal bowl on the floor, bag of youtiao fallen out of it, and teases. “You knocked that off with your squirming.”

Oops. Did she? Yanfei flushes, trying to picture herself laughing on the table, desperate to escape Yelan’s evil tickly mouth. Yeah, okay, she probably did it. Wait. “Hey! Who’s the reason for my squirming, hm?”

“Guilty as charged,” Yelan says. She bends down to deliver another kiss to Yanfei’s temple, then once more on her horn. Yanfei shifts, pleased, when Yelan pulls her up and delivers another on her lips. If this was the reward for catching guilty criminals, Yanfei would never retire. “Come on, I want breakfast. Someone kept me up all night and now I’m starving.”

Yanfei’s eyes narrow. “What happened to your snack?”

“Wasn’t enough,” Yelan says. “Unless it wants some more?”

She squeaks, ducking away to grab the metal bowl. “Nope! Get the soymilk, will you?”

Yelan’s chuckle echoes in the room, fond, as her hand graces Yanfei’s horns with a gentle tap. Pyro gathers along her fingers and it’s only a minute until the youtiao are crispy once more; she sets them on the table, rearranging the chairs, only to pause at the sound of a hum. She looks up, staring now, as Yelan traverses her kitchen with ease: she could arrange it with her eyes closed by now, familiar, the pop of her cabinets opening matched with the clatter of cups and cutlery, glass seasoning boxes and bamboo mats. Yelan’s hum is low, comfortable, and as she gets on her tip toes to reach the top shelf, her tunic flutters over her stomach.

Yanfei sighs.

“I love your stomach window.”

Yelan laughs. The soymilk spills slightly over the glass cup, and she cleans it with a smile. “I love yours too.”

[ejacutastic]

I don't remember if I posted about this already but I had a client at my work who brought in their computer for it running slow (failing hdd) and I found a .txt file on their desktop from a scammer showing they'd paid $499 for a purchase of Windows 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20

[5hrignold]

what do they mean by this

[shi0n]

just had the most insane 1h 30min moment w this maintenance worker. i wanna move somewhere far away where no one knows me.. SIGHHHH

[tirfpikachu]

adulthood sucks vent ic

i want to do adulthood SO GOOD as a freelancer but i keep getting a faildyke grade in being a grown ass human being and my wallet has flies coming out of it and i lowkey feel like a failure and i barely get any paid projects and my fave client keeps ghosting me and i want to focus on my youtube stuff cuz i freaking love it but i also need to put food on the table and i have like the smallest battery of energy ever and can only do like, one big task a day or i perish. i need to write more Real Big Adult Thinkpieces and put them on my substack bc it's a more fancy platform than tumblr so it has more reach and i really would LOVE to write professionally but to do that i have to actually write and anytime i focus on writing i feel so guilty bc i feel like i'm indulging in a dumb hobby but i really wanna make it out thereeeeee i really wanna be a big Professional Writer tm and have it as my main job alongside occasional transcription, and hopefully youtube down the line if that works out, and maybe clay art if i eventually get decent at it. i'm so sad about it all bc i need so badly to focus on things that have a higher likelihood of making $$ than my radblr book & my sapphic bodyswap novel & my youtube but it's LITERALLY ALL I WANNA DOOOOOOOO what a stupid baka world!!!!!!! i fucking hate capitalism ughhhhhhhh i need to apply for a bajillion boring projects in the vague hope that perhaps if i'm extremely lucky one of them will hire me... when i wish i could just do my usual transcript work with my fave client whomst i love and then focus the rest of my time on what i ACTUALLY wanna do with my life... i wish i could actually put everything into my passions 1000%. but i have like $20cad left for the next 2 weeks which will be eaten up by stuff for my bunnies... i need to sell some clothes or smth on fb marketplace... i have almost $4700cad in credit card debt too :'D yippee!!!!! fml fml fml. and yet, i survive... despite it all... like a dumb lazy cockroach...

[merge-conflict]

[kostektyw]

it's nice outside today 👍

[valengory1234]

What is with the security of this insane asylum??

[disabletblrlivereminder]

kinda wanna post the client post and put "you figure it out" for the emacs entry

but i want to figure it out

[hyruviandoctor]

In an only slightly depressing fashion, I have cut out photos of nature from my calendar and taped them up on the blank white walls of my windowless office that’s always at 68 degrees

[thisischeri]

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[awritersbro]

My organizational skills are truly unparalleled, I've got the HTTYD Death or Glory poem on the same .odt file as the first two chapters of "We'll meet again on Hero's end" sandwiched in between two different iterations of the first chapters of the same completely unrelated original story whose synopsis I need to describe extremely carefully in order to keep the vast majority of its characters from sounding like creeps.

Also there's a single sentence of a science fiction story I no longer recall a single thing about on the last page, for some reason.

the file's name is Sll3'sHmFrMispM which i swear wasn't a random keysmash when I named it

[rxng]

Fast-walking out to his job so Tyrest doesn't see the polka-dot vest, striped sweater, and gingham pants.

Yep! Good day! Enjoy breakfast! Bye!!!!!

[manaosdeuwu]

crazy... I was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a white room. a white room with excel spreadsheets. and excel spreadsheets make me crazy