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thompson0007 · 1 year ago
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gearsphere · 1 year ago
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my sick as fuck friend
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bibleofficial · 2 months ago
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LOVE ordering things online, HATE waiting at home for them to arrive 😭😭😭
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wuhnona · 3 months ago
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Ooooo two years out of date tumblr app still works on my old iPad
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clippy · 2 years ago
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*breaks out an old sona from the Carson OC vault*
first drawing on da iPad 🕺
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avephelis · 1 year ago
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1, 19, 20 👀
1. Art programs you have but don't use
procreate on my falling apart ipad and i have the adobe ones from highschool but i'm not sure if i can actually use them lol
19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)
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me and my bestie Nonsensical Mech Adornments
20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy
I FEEL LIKE THE FORMER APPLIES LMAO?? also dynamic/foreshortened poses 💥💥 ask game
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tabboty · 9 months ago
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fanfic so good im turnig delusionle with slepe..........
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stayed late to read. the fanfic! yes!!!!!!
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sorry wallet </3 I don’t rly wanna talk about it gkskka happy Unbirthday Kanna 🎉
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Also ^ saw a Yazawa Nico itabag in the wild…! 😳 so cute~ I’m waaay too shy to say anything to a stranger so I just took a photo from behind gkakvka sorry 😶
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notpandi · 1 year ago
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Me starting to get bored of MSM (My Singing Monsters) but also not wanting to join any other fandom bc Idk where to go:
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dr-iphone · 2 months ago
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Mark Gurman 重申搭載 M4 晶片的 MacBook Air 將於 2025 年初亮相,但不會有發表會
蘋果計劃在 2024 年上半年 推出一系列新產品,其中包括新款 MacBook Air、iPad 11、iPhone SE 4、AirTag 2,以及更新的 iPad Air 等。根據《彭博社》科技記者 Mark Gurman 重申,新一代 MacBook Air 將成為這一系列新品的「先鋒」,比其他產品更早亮相! Continue reading Mark Gurman 重申搭載 M4 晶片的 MacBook Air 將於 2025 年初亮相,但不會有發表會
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contentlibrary · 2 months ago
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Get your iPad Air 2 screen glass replaced in Singapore with expert technicians. Enjoy fast, reliable service and premium quality parts at competitive prices. Restore your device today!
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geekanoids · 4 months ago
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Woah !!! This was a long time ago !!!
Apple iPad Air 2 Review
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retrowave-racer · 5 months ago
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Have you ever considered doing TikTok art streams? I'm actually one of your TT followers (leafeonz_poke.kinz) and I'm curious of why you didn't do one before.
I don’t know if I’d ever get on with tik tok streams? Haven’t even managed to post there in awhile or even use the app in ages. Probably for the best I easily got sucked into your the for you page and lost time. But I’d love to stream again on twitch if I find the time! I loved streaming art. Since moving to the UK a lot of my life has changed and set up too, so finding the time and space to stream has been difficult! But maybe at some point ! I mean if people are interested in that kind of thing again?
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iphonerepairsadelaide · 1 year ago
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How to Back Up Your Data Before iPad Repair: Essential Steps
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When faced with the prospect of iPad repair, ensuring your data is backed up is crucial. This guide will walk you through the essential steps to safeguard your information. From expert insights to practical tips, we’ve got you covered.
Understanding the Importance of Data Backup
The Significance of Data Protection
In today’s digital age, our iPads are repositories of important information. Learn why backing up your data is a vital step before initiating any repair process.
Potential Risks During iPad Repair
Unforeseen issues can arise during the repair process, posing a threat to your stored data. Explore the potential risks and understand why preparation is key.
How to Back Up Your Data Before iPad Repair: Essential Steps
Utilizing iCloud for Seamless Backup
Explore the convenience of iCloud for backing up your iPad data effortlessly. Learn step-by-step instructions to ensure a smooth process.
Leveraging iTunes for Comprehensive Backups
For those who prefer a more traditional approach, iTunes provides a robust solution. Discover how to use iTunes effectively to safeguard your information.
Manual Backup: A Step-by-Step Guide
Sometimes, a hands-on approach is preferred. Uncover the manual methods to back up your iPad data, offering a more personalized and controlled experience.
Common Concerns About Data Backup Before iPad Repair
Will My Apps Be Restored After the Repair?
Addressing a common concern, this section delves into the restoration of apps post-repair, providing clarity and reassurance.
Can I Choose Which Data to Back Up?
Flexibility is key. Learn how to customize your data backup, ensuring that only the information you deem essential is stored.
Is It Necessary to Disconnect from iCloud During Repair?
Understanding the intricacies of iCloud connectivity during repair is crucial. Get insights into whether disconnecting is a necessary step.
Expert Tips for a Seamless Data Backup Experience
Scheduling Regular Backups for Ongoing Security
Beyond repairs, regular backups are essential. Discover expert tips on scheduling backups to ensure ongoing data security.
Verifying the Integrity of Your Backed-Up Data
A crucial but often overlooked step is ensuring the integrity of your backed-up data. Learn how to verify its accuracy for complete peace of mind.
FAQs
How Often Should I Back Up My iPad Data?
Regular backups are essential. Aim for at least once a week to ensure you capture the latest changes and additions to your data.
Can I Back Up My iPad Without an Internet Connection?
Yes, you can. While some methods may require an internet connection, there are offline alternatives to suit various preferences.
Will Backing Up Erase Any Data on My iPad?
No, backing up your data does not erase the existing content on your iPad. It simply creates a copy for safekeeping.
What Happens If I Skip the Backup Step Before iPad Repair?
Skipping the backup step is risky. In the event of data loss during repair, retrieval becomes impossible. Always prioritize backup.
Are There Third-Party Apps for iPad Data Backup?
Yes, several third-party apps specialize in iPad data backup. However, exercise caution and choose reputable options for security.
Can I Access My Backed-Up Data from Another iPad?
Yes, you can. Explore the seamless process of transferring your backed-up data to another iPad for a smooth transition.
Conclusion
In conclusion, mastering the art of data backup before iPad repair and service is a skill every user should possess. From utilizing iCloud to manual backups, understanding the process ensures your valuable information remains secure. Don’t leave it to chance; follow these essential steps for a worry-free iPad repair experience.
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phantomrose96 · 1 month ago
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God's Favorite
Lucy wakes to the soft tapping of rain against her window, and she is God’s favorite. She knows this in the absent sound of her alarm, and she knows this in the yawning rumbles of thunder, and she knows this before she touches her phone alight to the notification screen.
8:43 am. Far from the 4:30 am alarm she’d needed to heed to make it to her flight. Her screen is awash with airline notifications.
She scrambles from bed. Her urgency is an apology. Lucy skips the shower and skips the hair washing and paints on deodorant before stowing it back in her carryon and calling her uber.
“Crazy weather,” her driver with the big mustache remarks. His windshield wipers swish through a river of rain.
“Yeah,” Lucy answers. She glances at her rumbling phone. She glances at the rumbling clouds. The road is clear. It shouldn’t be, not this route and not at this hour. A gas main broke somewhere up the highway that feeds this street. A freak accident. 2 injuries. It’s kept this road clear for just the locals since it happened. Lucy encounters no traffic enroute to the airport.
There are pockets of planes grounded across the runways, barely visible behind the sheets of downpour. They look like herding animals, herbivores, standing stock-still in brace against the weather. Lucy stares at them only a moment while the driver pulls her carryon out of the trunk. She grabs her jacket closed against the wind, and grabs her carryon handle, and thanks her driver. The rain does not reach her here, though the wind does.
Inside Lucy drags her bag past the help desks swarming with the orderly filings of people in disarray. Parents leaning too hard on help counters with kids pulling on bag handles. Hurried conversations and requests and arguments. The electronic boards are awash with deeply red DELAYED and CANCELED. The airport is choking. Lucy, who God loves, glides through security unimpeded.
At gate-side, Lucy finally looks to the large red board of DELAYED and CANCELED etchings to confirm what she knew without even checking her phone notifications. Gate A14. Her carryon wheels pitter and patter across tile as she walks, striding quickly, with apology.
When Gate A14 comes into view it is smothered with the weight of two or possibly three flights worth of people. There are people asleep clutching backpacks and curled on the floor. There is a four-year-old girl with her face buried in an iPad and a mother having a phone call whose clipped urgency infects Lucy. There is a man leaning over the counter to talk to the gate agent, and his hands pulse with each tensing of his fingers. “…to the hospital before she…” Lucy makes out, or thinks she makes out. She doesn’t hear the gate agent’s response, but she can read the defeated shake of her head.
Lucy’s carryon wheels clunk where the smooth tile of the terminal shifts to carpeting. She doesn’t think to grab a seat because there are no open seats. So she positions herself in a way to unmistakably say she is at the gate, threading between stagnant suitcases and kids splayed on the floor. Lucy approaches the rain-splattered windows, and like a conversation shy upon being overheard, the thunder recedes from her advance. The rain draws to a polite close. The clouds split along a seam and pull away, as if they were only ever a wave that had transiently crashed to shore. The sky is beautifully blue.
There is a stirring hopefulness in the air. Other passengers have pushed past Lucy to stand closer to the window and peer outside, as if their confirmation of the changing weather can convince the airline of what to do next.
The gate agent puts down the phone receiver of a one-sided call. She pulls the microphone close and with grainy clarity she announces, “Boarding for Flight A1874 to Detroit will begin in 10 minutes.”
On the walkway, through the gap between the throughway and plane, Lucy sees the puddles rising with steam. They throw the iridescent spectrum of a rainbow up into the sky.
In a backlog of hundreds of flights, Lucy’s is the first out across the runway. This is because God loves her. She only wishes It loved her in a way to fix her broken phone alarm.
In childhood Lucy had heard “God loves you” and “Jesus loves you” in the placative ways that Sunday School teaches its children. With jingles and crayon-drawings of sheep and shepherds and a decorated ornament, crafted each Christmas Eve.
Lucy had long since fallen out of it and had thought very little of her parents’ tepid god for the last 10 or 15 years.
It was last spring, 27-years-old, that Lucy had found her way out into the marsh. Mud sucking her boots and gnats plicking in swarm against her skin. Where she sat her tailbone in the muck and folded her arms over her knees and buried her face in her legs to cry. And cry. And cry. And there with the mugginess sopping her skin and the humidity coiling her hair, God decided It loved her.
It loved her with a parting of canopy for the robin-blue sky. It loved her with the chirp of cicadas. It loved her in the way a dog circles its owner and nudges a wet snout to palm, because It was here, and It would make her feel better.
Lucy’s seat is the window seat beside the man with the tensing fingers. He fiddles with a phone in his clutch until he locks it in airplane mode and stows it, to look at no more. Lucy wonders who this man knows in the hospital, and she wonders why God doesn’t love him more than It loves her.
In March, Marco breaks up with her over a plate of fish that is too dry. In the moment, Lucy wonders if it’s her fault, because of the fish. But that’s not it. The signs were there, in all the subtle and stuttering moments Marco had pulled away. Each little moment like a slightly missed step, on a staircase growing ricketier each month.
Marco leaves and everything is so quiet, to the point that Lucy thinks her own sounds are pretty stupid, and pretty embarrassing while she’s coiled snail-like and snottily-sobbing into her pillowcase. She thinks absently of how she has to wash the pillowcase now, and that’s fine, because she was going to wash her linens this weekend anyway. She sobs so hard she’s almost screaming. Oh, and kitchen towels. She’ll wash the kitchen towels too.
She’s alive enough the next morning to throw all her linens and her kitchen towels on the floor of the laundry room. And maybe Marco breaking up with her is fine, because his birthday is December 25th and who wants a husband whose birthday is the same day as Christmas?
Her doorbell rings. And somehow it’s Marco again. She opens it to him, and he smells like a wildfire.
“Sorry, Lucy, this is awkward,” and Lucy believes he means it. He’s clutching a jacket around himself for what looks like security more than warmth. His apartment burned down last night. A resident fell asleep with a cigarette lit and dangling from her fingertips. Unit right below him. All his stuff burned, or filled with smoke, or is now logged up with water. He’s been sitting outside on the cobblestone for the last few hours, watching the blaze, on the phone with insurance. His landlord hasn’t responded to him yet. He’s cold, and he’s smokey, and can he shower here maybe? Can he stay for just a day or two, maybe? Sorry. This is awkward. He has no family on this coast. He really has nowhere else to go.
“Sure.” Lucy lets in Marco who smells like a wildfire. She adds the towels to her laundry list because they will smell like a wildfire too once Marco has used them. When he is clean, Lucy asks him nice questions. He asks her nice questions back. She helps him figure out something strange on the insurance form. He starts cooking dinner before Lucy realizes he’d entered the kitchen, because she was busy with the linens and the towels.
Marco takes the couch and clean linens. “Thanks, again, really. I can pay you a few days rent, when I get the insurance payout.” It’s no problem. Lucy goes to her room and shuts the door. It’s warmer here with Marco again. She wonders how long he’ll stay. She wonders if it will be for as long as she thinks the sound of him breathing in the other room is a comfort.
Something twists in Lucy’s chest. She wonders why God loves her more than It loves Marco. Lucy wonders why God didn’t love the woman with the lit cigarette who did not make it out of the building.
In June Lucy is desperately throwing together the haphazard makings of a financial report. She meant to stay up late to finish it, and get up early to make it beautiful, but she’s had a cold for a whole week now and the new bottle of decongestant she grabbed wasn’t “non-drowsy” like she thought.
Her heart is beating, and she nearly twists her ankle with a misstep in high heels, and she almost loses her grip on the shoddy makings of a too-light financial report still warm from the printer. She can spin it, maybe, that it’s intentionally light and she’d simply wanted the esteemed and respected input from the executives in the room before she produces the truly polished report this evening. And when the eyebrows are raised and she is told the report is due now, maybe they will refrain from firing her on the spot since she is still the only one who can produce the report they need.
She pulls open the meeting room door as if she is not out of breath, as if her nose isn’t red from a thousand tissues. She takes her seat so hastily that she does not notice, until she looks up properly, and sees the CEO’s seat is empty.
No one speaks. No one acknowledges her entrance. Lucy hugs the warm binder to her chest.
The door latch clicks open, but Lucy knows it will not be the CEO. She heard the click of heels before the doorknob turned.
It’s his assistant with the lovely auburn hair that curls around her shoulders. Her suit is red and her eyes are red and she stands just behind the CEO’s chair. Everyone notices her in the way they did not notice Lucy.
She speaks. The CEO’s wife and daughter were in a head-on collision with a drunk driver 42 minutes ago. They’re in critical condition, and the CEO has gone to be with them. He asks everyone’s forgiveness and grace in this time. The meeting is rescheduled for tomorrow, same time, and he humbly requests if everyone in attendance can adjust their calendar to accommodate this. This is a big ask, he knows. The board will have questions, he knows. But these are extenuating circumstances. The assistant will help with any necessary reworking of everyone’s calendars. And Lucy, can you please deliver the report tomorrow? The assistant has a sympathy card, which she lays on the table along with a black pen, and she asks if anyone would care to sign it.
Lucy signs it. The card paper is so cold, compared to the warmth of the half-finished report squeezed tight against her chest. The half-finished report should have cooled by now, but God must know she’s cold and ashen-faced, and God loves her so much.
In July, Lucy is a perfectionist. Her mother swears she wasn’t always like this. Her high school best friend is surprised, when in town for a weekend and meeting up for coffee, by the way Lucy triple-confirms the time, and the place, and the way she wears two watches. Why two watches? he asks. Because the alarm on one watch might fail. What about your phone? The watches are the backup, if the phone dies.
There’s something off-putting in the way she talks, and the way she asks questions of him, and the way she exclaims in joy at every piece of good news he shares. Josiah glances behind himself, more and more, and it’s because Lucy stares back there like she knows someone else at the next table.
It’s all weird, and Josiah can’t help but pull away. But Lucy pulls away first, retroactively. She can always pull away retroactively, and declare to her four walls of her room how much she didn’t need that friend, like she doesn’t need Marco, or anyone else who God may drop at her doorstep like the dead bird bounty of a cat, happy to share with the person It loves.
Lucy finishes her reports early. She wiles away the sun at her office even in the summer finishing reports far before anyone could need them. She double-checks, every time. She triple-checks. Her boss pulls her into a meeting room and with hands folded on the desk, he asks if maybe she needs to take some time off. And instantly she declares to the four walls that no-one at the company is doing this to her. “I wasn’t implying that…” but she’s not looking at him when he answers.
In July Lucy returns to the marsh. She returns with stones she’s horded up and gathered in the trunk of her car. She walks through the boot-suckling mud and she weighs stones in her arms while she hurls them, and throws, and screams, and hopes one of them might strike God in Its snout.
“I HATE YOU!” she screams. She throws all her weight into a stone whose sharp edge nicks bark. She hurls one through the bushes and another into the leafy canopy above. She is sopping wet and the cicadas chirp at her. “I HATE YOU!! GO AWAY!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” She chucks a stone which lands in the sucking muck, capsizing like a ship beneath the algae.
She throws, and her gravity heaves forward, and her boots stay stuck in the mud. So she topples elbow-deep in the mud, spattered, soaking into her chin and her shirt and her jeans and her hair. She parts her lips and tastes the earthy wetness on her skin, coppery blood, split lip. The stones are all under her. She laughs. Lucy tilts her head to the sky screaming with laughter. Joyous to tears, with the wetness drawing rivulets down the mud on her cheeks. She laughs because sopping-in-mud-and-muck is NOT the state of something God loves. This wouldn’t happen to something God loves.
Lucy goes home. Lucy showers. Lucy does her laundry. And It crawls back into bed with her. Perhaps like a scolded animal, but perhaps It did not even know It was being scolded. Lucy cannot tell.
The wine stains came out of her linens today because God loves her.
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nicolejames12 · 1 year ago
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Protecting Your Investment: A Guide to iPad Air 2 Covers
The iPad Air 2, with its sleek design and powerful performance, remains a favorite among Apple enthusiasts. Whether it's for work, entertainment, or both, ensuring its safety becomes paramount. After all, it represents not just a financial investment, but often a repository of personal or professional data. Visit: https://sites.google.com/view/www-celldefender-ca/blog/protecting-your-investment-a-guide-to-ipad-air-2-covers
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