#advisory proceedings

[criminaljusticeday]

The (ICJ) holds public hearings in the advisory proceedings on Climate Change – World Health Organization; European Union and International Union for Conservation of Nature.

The International Court of Justice (ICJ) holds public hearings on the request for an advisory opinion on the Obligations of States in respect of Climate Change.

Watch THE HAGUE – The International Court of Justice (ICJ) holds public hearings in the advisory proceedings on Climate Change – World Health Organization; European Union and International Union for Conservation of Nature!

[tainted-liquor]

✮ 4th Baby Mama‧₊˚ ⋅ 「15.10.23」 ft. Earth42 Miles G. Morales

ingredients; Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles!

Listen, ik you said make it just one, but a part 2 is going to be made lol

It was a warm day out in Brooklyn, New York. The air gently caressed and kissed your skin, leaving your blue plaid skirt flowing as you trekked through the messy streets of Brooklyn. You paid no attention to the gunshots, explosions, or any of the...cherry-wine tinted 'spills' coming from a random trash bag in the alley. You mumbled along to the music you had blasting through your blue metallic beats, putting a slight pep in your step as Summer Walker spoke to your soul.

"I wanna start wit' yo mama, she shoulda whooped yo ass..." you grunted, giggling to yourself before swinging open the massive oak doors to Brooklyn Visions Academy. You felt rather giddy about the day ahead, knowing that you would be getting robotic babies as part of your home economics class. The problem was that you didn't know who you would be partnered with. It was all shits and giggles, and you were pretty sure the task would be as easy as ever. No matter who you were partnered with! Right?

No.

You made your way to the locker, checking your lashes and light makeup in the small mirror you had placed in the top right corner before placing all your unnecessary materials inside the navy blue metal. You did a quick fluff of your slick low bun and threw on your clear-framed glasses. You opened up your spearmint mentos gum, popping two small pieces in your mouth before closing your locker and proceeding through the bustling halls to find your friends. You lowered your headphones down to your neck, pausing the music and locating your girls all crowded together in what sounded like frantic whispers and sharp giggles. Catching up to the rest of the group, you merged into their tight circle to see what was going on as they all looked down at each other's phones.

"Yooo, what's happening? What y'all lookin' at?" You inquired whilst pulling out your phone and opening your school email. You turned your head to face your friend, Tierra, watching as the cyber-blue hue illuminated her facial features as she stared down at her screen with a hand over her mouth. Layla spoke up, nudging you gently so you could see what she was talking about, "They picked the partners for the...the fuckin' baby project at random!" She giggled, tears pricking her waterline as she flipped her screen to show you what was on her phone. You scanned through the list, eyes widening when you came across your name right next to Miles'.

"WHAT!" You shouted, breaking out into laughter with the rest of the group. "They paired me with my fuckin' ex, at least you got that quiet kid!" Tierra grunted, whacking you on the shoulder with a rolled-up homework assignment. You nearly fell on the floor, gripping Katie's shoulder while she held up upright. The idea of raising a baby, real or not, with a stranger sounded hilarious. You weren't mad, but he wasn't exactly the partner you wanted. You originally hoped for one of your girlfriends, or maybe even a cute guy from the basketball team that you could yap about later. But alas, the forms were out and the choices were final, so there was nothing more that you could do.

You were familiar with Miles; saying hi to him now and again in the hallways and always getting the same upward nod in the process. He was known to be an adept artist who wasn't big on having a large circle of friends, but that didn't mean he was weird. You held your stomach as you wiped your tears, easing into the steady flow of conversation your friends began to hold before it was time for you to head to your advisory. You waved bye to your friends before heading to Mrs. Thomas’ classroom for said advisory, where she covered the school's upcoming events and big tests we needed to be ready for. You fiddled and played with a loose curl in your bun, pulling it down and watching as it sprang back up at an instantaneous rate. 

The room was dull and filled with nothing but sleep until the bell rang, signaling for everyone to file out to their next class. You hastily grabbed your things, panicking slightly at the fact that in the next 30 minutes, you would be classified as a ‘mother’. The classroom was warm and comfortable, allowing your nerves to relax slightly as you sat in your usual seat. It didn’t take long for more voices to pour in, loud gossip and strained laughter filling the room as everyone took their respective seats. ��Girl this class finna be the death of me…how we havin’ kids at 8:35 in the morning!” Your friend Jayda mumbled, finally sitting down next to you as your teacher prepared to start today’s lesson.

“Nah that’s what I’m saying…Like, tell me how I got-” you began, cutting yourself off as soon as Ms. Kaylee cleared her throat and stood up from her desk with a warm smile. She spoke, her voice cutting clearly through the silence that hung over the room like a mistletoe over a pair with chemistry as thick as butter, “Alright, everyone! I’m sure you saw the email about your partners for your week-long project, but in case you didn’t have time or missed a couple of lessons I’ll go over everything for a couple minutes before we get started with our gender reveal!” You tensed in your seat, looking over at Jayda with wide eyes and an upside-down smile. The classroom door came swinging open, revealing a Miles who had a tiny matte-black bandage right next to his lip. His uniform jacket was missing, his tie askew, and his sleeves were rolled up to his upper bicep, displaying a ton of tiny scratches and a small bruise above the curve of his elbow. 

The teacher glared at him for what felt like a minute, calmly pulling him to the side to discuss his entrance while you glared at him, too. But you weren’t staring because he was a disruption to the classroom. He looked delicious like this…when he was finally out of his usual blue school hoodie and grey slacks. You watched as he nodded at the teacher, towering over her 5’4 stature before you felt a light tap on your arm. 

“Ayo, stop drooling girl we see you” Jayda laughed, giving her a firm eye-roll as you watched Miles stroll back to his desk and sit down. Ms. Kaylee let go of a deep sigh, shaking her head before continuing with her speech. She gave a brief explanation of what it was that we’d be doing, what the final goal was, and how we would be graded on our project. She clapped her hands together, setting out a bunch of baby holders and car seats before rolling out a massive case labeled ‘RealCare’. “Alright! When I call you and your partner's name, please come up and grab one bath bomb and a pail of water”

The people around you made quick work of finding their partners and grabbing the necessary supplies between chortles and hushed conversation. Your chest felt heavy as you talked Jayda’s ear off, nearing the order of people that you last saw on the Google form she had emailed you earlier. You perked up as soon as you heard your name, turning around to see Ms. Kaylee check off two spaces on her clipboard before beckoning the both of you to come up and grab your things. You sighed, getting up from your desk and grabbing a plain white bath bomb and a small beach pale filled with lukewarm water while Miles grunted and grabbed a car seat, muscles tensing and flexing under the weight of the surprisingly heavy chunk of plastic. He turned over to look at you, nodding his head back to his desk as a signal for you to follow him while you waited for the teacher to finish reading out the pairs. 

“Wassup, Miles” you beamed, pulling up a chair in front of his desk so you could sit face-to-face with him while you placed the sunny yellow pale on the desk, holding the bath bomb as delicately as possible in your cupped hands. He nodded upward, setting the car seat on the floor next to him and cracking his knuckles. His skin was perfectly smooth, his braids laid neatly at the tip of his collarbones and he had a skinny but lean build on him. It wasn’t long after you took note of him avoiding your gaze that the teacher spoke up, instructing you to all drop your bath bombs in the pail of water and then rinse your hands at the sink. You squealed in anticipation, making sure that Miles was watching as you dropped the chalky white bath bomb into the sparkling clear water.

The bucket exploded with color, white foam suddenly turning into shades of bright pink and pastel fuchsia. You beamed from ear to ear, pure joy and excitement illuminating your face as you joined the rest of the class in their shouts of joy, exclaiming their ‘babies’ gender at the top of their lungs. Miles smiled slightly, nodding with a content expression before he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. Shortly after everyone's joyful exclamation, the teacher wasted no time in collecting everyone's attention and going over the plan for the next week. “You will need to devise a custody plan with your partner, so this means exchange numbers or whatever you need to do now. You may now all come up and select your baby” Ms. Kaylee explained and gestured to the now-open box.

You went up with Miles, quickly scooping up a pretty baby doll with deep brown skin and curly brown hair. You analyzed her little face, taking in her deep black eyes and light pink headband that came with her matching pink onesie while Miles got your baby bag full of supplies and wristbands. Miles cleared his throat, holding up his phone before mumbling “Just send me what days you want me to get her and I’ll make it work.”

You nodded, putting your number in his contacts and vice versa. “Actually,” he stated, gently taking the baby from your arms and hoisting up the bright pink baby bag. “I got her until lunch today. I’ll come find you and we’ll work sum’ out,” he shrugged as you handed him back his phone.

“Oh aight, bet. What we naming her?” You asked, attempting to reach for the car seat, but being instantly denied by Miles. “Uhh…” he mumbled, visibly blanking at the idea of having to name his baby. “Uhh…Anylah?” He smirked, attempting to cover up the fact he just thought of a name on the spot. You looked him up and down, playing over how the name sounded in your mind before nodding slowly. Miles let go of a deep breath, posture relaxing only a fraction before he reached into the bag to put on both of your orange wristbands.

“Aight, I’ll catch you at lunch,” Miles stated, making his way out of the classroom with a heavy load of baby items and a fake baby. You made your way to your remaining 4 classes, internally groaning at how fast the time was passing by.

“She ain’t even tell us these fuckin babies cry…I didn’t know that shit made noise! It started going off in the library!” Your friend Jayda moaned, attempting to shush her fussy baby she named Mariah. “The fuck you mean you didn’t know they cried…it was literally in the paper she gave us about the babies?” You asked, looking at her like she had a second head. She shrugged, eyeing you with slightly widened eyes and a smirk to silently convey that she didn’t read the forms. “JAYDA!” You giggled, half-shoving her as you opened up the doors to the cafeteria. The line was nothing short of demonic, so you decided to hop a couple of places forward with your friends who had already made it to the cafeteria.

The food was mediocre, but at least it was edible. You sat with your girls for a good 5 minutes, enjoying your food and conversing with each other before you spotted Miles making his way over. He held the baby like a football, making space for himself at your table with a low “excuse me” in between you and Tierra. “Aight so my schedule is weird cuz I have work some days, but I’ll make it work what days should I get this thing?” He asked, his voice low and stoic as he began typing away in the notes app on his phone. You gave him a playful glare, attempting to push down the smirk that was forming on your face. “Don’t call her a thing, this is your daughter,” you joked with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. “But you can take…Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday!” You exclaimed, taking the baby from Miles and checking your calendar. Great, Wednesday!

“My daughter huh? Aight, I gotchu,” he sniggered before tucking his phone in his back pocket. He tapped on the table, shooting you a wink you swear you hallucinated before retreating to his group of homies without another word. Your head dropped down to your fake baby, fighting back a smirk as you submerged yourself back in your conversation.

Whatever you thought this project was going to be, you certainly didn’t anticipate anything from the road ahead.

It was 1 AM, and your arms felt sore from the constant rocking of this baby that weighed nothing less than 7 pounds. You changed what felt like 4 diapers, fed her for almost 20 minutes, and spent your night pacing through your kitchen to calm her down. You whined along with the baby, praying to whoever was listening that she’d be finished soon. You grabbed your phone from your shorts pocket, quickly dialing up Miles as a last attempt. You felt like you were intruding on his private life, but something in this goddamn world has to give.

The phone rang twice, sighing to yourself when you heard the familiar ringtone come to an abrupt stop. There was rustling, what sounded like a low breathy grunt, before Miles picked up the phone. “Yo…what’s good, whatchu need?” he mumbled, his voice sounding sickeningly velvety as he attempted to shake the sleep from his vocal cords. “Uh, hey. Anylah won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do…Can you come help, please?” You winced, balancing your phone between your cheek and shoulder. He made a low noise that sounded like a cross of a low hum of approval, and a groan of missed sleep before he got up, stretched, threw on a quick hoodie, and knotted his sweats. “I’ll be over in like…a couple minutes” he grumbled, hanging up almost as soon as you could say “thanks.”

He knocked at your front door not even five minutes later, leaving you to drown in his shadow as he stood over you with a tired, blank, and semi-serious expression. The frosty air from the outdoors nipped at any inch of skin it could find purchase, leaving you to beckon him inside the door as quickly as possible. You handed him the crying infant, watching as his eyes widened by a fraction before returning to their initial low post. “Damn, not even a hello?” He chuckled as he took a wailing Anylah in his arms, rocking the baby at an oddly specific angle. “I know you didn’t just pull up to my crib talkin’ like someone's absent baby father…” you joked, rolling your eyes and taking your respective place back on the couch. 

“Hello, Morales.” You commented, leaning your head on his shoulder sleepily as he sat next to you on the couch. He nodded, somehow managing to hush the baby within the first 45 seconds of holding her. You huffed, feeling slightly irritated at how he managed to finish what you were attempting to do for over an hour in only a minute. “You were rocking her…too fast,” he slurred, clearly tired as he attempted to hold his eyes open. You didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep, attempting to reach for the baby before ultimately clocking out for the night.

You woke up feeling groggy, sluggish, and plagued by a small migraine. Both Anylah and Miles were nowhere to be found, feeling around for your phone only to grab a purple sticky note stuck to the back of your phone case.

‘Went back home.’

You sighed, shooting Miles a text immediately that let him know to not disappear like that with the doll. You got ready for school, taking a scalding hot shower and repeating your daily routine of thoroughly scrubbing and exfoliating your face. You threw on your uniform, prioritizing the aesthetic of your uniform as you tugged on some rather cutesy slouch socks. You skipped breakfast at home, opting to grab something from the cafeteria before slipping out the front door and facing the cold air once again. Damn, this day was bound to be long as hell.

You reached school, giggling at your phone down the street as you ‘bickered’ back and forth with Miles.

‘alr alr mb. I didnt think it thru.’

‘Fym you didn’t think it through? I thought I was finna fail’

‘u actin like sb baby mama rn.’

‘Ntm now’

‘my fault’

You powered off your phone, jamming the smooth plastic case into the deep pockets of your black shorts under your school skirt. Today you had a class on burping babies and how to properly dress them for the winter, eagerly anticipating the cute little coats they’d provide for your shared babydoll. You took your seat, silently doodling in your notebook until you heard the familiar cold tone fade into the classroom. “Qué quieres decir? Esta mi mamá del bebé es ahí mismo,” he chuckled, carrying both the baby bag in one hand and Anylah in the other. “Baby mama is craaazy…” the boy he was talking to muttered, looking utterly tired and vaguely annoyed.

He took his seat next to you, giving you an upward nod as he cradled Anylah in one arm while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone with the other. 

“Not you calling me your baby mother…”

"It's funny"

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[utilitycaster]

unbelievable that of the three evil-aligned Assembly members introduced in Campaign 2, the current standings are:

Trent: following decades of torturing teenagers and playing mindgames, imprisoned for 7 years, proceeded to invent an UNHINGED saw trap scenario in Blumenthal but get so fucked over by Antimagic Sphere that he is now bound to an Abyssal entity and sealed within a magic kinder egg.

Ludinus: destroyed the first post-Calamity above ground civilization on the western side of the Ashkeeper Peaks after decades of building a reputation as a rancid-vibe haver extraordinaire, and vampirizing fey to live longer. Pops up, presumably drawn by the word "Crimson", to found the Corrupt Wizard Advisory Council and gladly exploit the resources of the Dwendalian Empire while also being the powerful normie among psionics because you know his ass has NOT read the Patternist series. Missed a game-changing moon loophole that would have saved him potentially CENTURIES of efforts; Bells Hells stole the Torment Nexus AND his diary from his old apartment. Still alive, still Wizard Stupid Forever.

Vess: After some normal levels of being a bitch to shopkeepers and hired mercenaries and sipping tea in her cool bird mansion while secretly gaining the powers of an corrupted Lovecraftian Aeorian city, realized that maybe destroying the world was bad; got murdered by a resurrected mercenary who had decided destroying the world was AWESOME and then was Weekend at Bernie's-ed by the Mighty Nein for a while.

[s00ths4yingz0di4c]

hi im sorry to be annoying making posts again but not only am i struggling to pay back a debt collector (for bloodwork i didnt even know i was supposed to have, and then the hospital proceeded to do it anyways even though my insurance was cancelled LITERALLY THE DAY IT WAS ORDERED, and i didnt even get the results btw)

but to cut to the chase

no one in my house is working rn and we are running dangerously low on money

me and my mom are trying to get jobs but there's shit all we can do but wait for people to call us back and hope the call isnt a rejection

our freezer and our fridge both are under half full and we've basically stuck to one meal a day just to preserve what we have, buying necessities is literally impossible right now and it's hard to even get proper drinks because our town is under a boil water advisory meaning we usually have to resort to buying bottled water

i really fucking hate begging and i feel guilty for doing it but it's really fucking hard to get by with what little we have and i want to do at least a little bit to help my family beyond sitting on my ass

i can only get money through cashapp right now without the risk of doxxing myself but i plan to open my ko-fi back up soon

right now these are the only options i have for making money:

mass oc purge on my toyhouse (almost 80 ocs available)

art & writing commissions

redbubble merchandise (misc patterns & oc themed items)

this is the most we've had to scrape by just to survive probably since i was in kindergarten, and with how little reach i've got i haven't held a lot of hope about just waiting around expecting to get commissions or god knows what, trying to advertise as best i can is all i can do

even just boosting this post will help me a lot and will help me help my family, even if it's just paying gas i wanna do something

my cashapp should be open to payments if donations can be sent through there

im willing to do art/writing or whatever for the donations you send just let me know what it is you want through cashapp or through ims on here

[eretzyisrael]

by Shiryn Ghermezian

Anti-Israel protesters in London were accused of antisemitism for harassing theatergoers who were attending a production on Monday of the famed 1964 musical “Fiddler on the Roof.”

As seen in videos shared on social media, the protesters held Palestinian flags and gathered at a cafe next to Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre. Some of them confronted patrons of the theater and one male protester, who had a black and white keffiyeh draped on his shoulders, yelled at theatergoers “Bye Zios!” Another male protester shouted “Palestine will live forever,” told “Fiddler” ticket holders “you are an embarrassment to England,” and criticized one Israel supporter for being “a Zionist.”

The performance reportedly proceeded as planned after the protest at the cafe.

“Fiddler on the Roof,” which has also been adapted into a film of the same name, has no connection to Israel. Its protagonist is a Jewish milkman named Tevye who wants to preserve his family’s traditions in a tiny village, also known in Yiddish as a shtetl, in imperial Russia in 1905 while aiming to marry off his five daughters, who each challenge his traditions. “Fiddler on the Roof” features the famous songs “If I Were A Rich Man,” “Tradition,” “Matchmaker,” and “Sunrise, Sunset.” The theater’s content advisory warns audiences that the play includes “themes of displacement and some scenes of violence and antisemitism.” All but two of the characters in the play at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre are Jewish.

The production is playing at the Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre from July 27-Sept. 21.

“The play has nothing to do with Israel. It has nothing to do with Zionism. Targeting a symbol of Jewish culture shows that these people hate Jews,” the Combat Antisemitism Movement wrote in a post on X/Twitter.

[sheakspeare]

If you missed the International Court of Justice (ICJ) public hearings, ruling, and advisory proceedings in the case South Africa v. Israel, you can watch them in the links provided below:

11/01/24: Oral argument of South Africa.

12/01/24: Oral argument of Israel.

26/01/24: Ruling of the International Court of Justice.

19/02/24: Advisory Proceedings start.

[charliespringsleftconverse]

Sweet Love Beneath The Christmas Tree - Chapter Three

Word Count: 3135 | Read on AO3

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Write's Notes: I want you to know that I had no idea what I was doing in this chapter. I’m an avid smut reader but I had never written smut myself for the consumption of others so I gave this chapter my all! 😂 Let’s just say, this chapter has no plot! I was even editing this TODAY and ended up adding even more to it because I’m a menace to society 😂 Anyway, ENJOYYYY @thevalkyriesshadow @acotargiftexchange

Warnings: This three-chapter story contains mature content such as smut in the third chapter. Reader discretion is advised. Age advisory 18+

Gwyn waltzed her way back to the sofa, playfully twirling and dancing in her peony-colored dress until she reached the living room, where she dropped next to Azriel, who was turning on the closed captions on the television. If there was one thing Azriel was really good at, it was being attentive to others' needs—definitely not his own, considering he should have paid more attention to his landing earlier when jumping off the roof. Not his smartest move. That aside, Azriel was good about paying attention to the small things those around him preferred, especially Gwyn. She was his other half, and it went without saying that Azriel was head over heels for her. 

To Azriel, Gwyn wasn’t sunshine or daisies, she was like a droplet of rain. She was gentle to the touch and refreshing to the taste, and by gods was that taste addicting. A smile painted the corner of his lips as she nestled on the sofa. He knew for certain that Gwyn couldn’t watch a single show or movie without the closed captions or subtitles on. She’d mentioned to him once when they first started seeing each other that she liked knowing what the background characters were saying or doing as the captions clued the viewer in on tiny, hidden secrets one wouldn’t traditionally catch by simply listening. A theory that he tested to be true and had indulged her since. Hence, why he was making sure their movie included captions. 

“Cookies are in the oven so I am ready when you are,” chirped Gwyn. Tugging on a soft blanket from the basket near the sofa, she wrapped them both in it. It was a smooth plush white blanket with blue snowflakes big enough for two. With cold winter breeze constantly blowing through the tall trees and the ongoing temperature drops, the cabin was never short of coverings to keep warm. 

The screen flicked at the click of a button and the movie started. Within a couple of minutes, they found themselves enjoying cookies and more hot cocoa by the fire. Once the sun kissed the mountain peaks goodnight, the moon stretched above the trees like a child ready to play peaking through the snowy trunks. Night quickly fell within half an hour into the film. Gwyn and Azriel had been too entranced to notice the bright moonlight shining through the window into the living room. The magic of Christmas unfolding before their eyes had captivated them with elves living at the North Pole, Santa prepping for his big day, and talking reindeer with peculiar personalities. They were too entranced by the magic of their childhood, and a chance to believe in it all again for just a moment. 

After taking another sip from his sleigh-shaped festive mug, Azriel glanced over at Gwyn. “I have to confess. When I was younger, like seven years old. I had a huge crush on the girl elf who brought Santa his hot chocolate.”

Gwyn chuckled. “That’s fair. She’s adorable and I can see the appeal for seven-year-old you.” There wasn’t a single person in Gwyn’s life who hadn’t developed a crush on an actor or the actor's portrayal of a certain character. Like that one time Gwyn had fallen in love with Kylo Ren from Star Wars and proceeded to watch every film with Adam Driver in it only to discover she wasn’t in love with the actor, just their portrayal of a specific character. 

Taking a sip from her hot cocoa, Gwyn snuggled closer to Azriel. “I also had a crush on one of the boys in the movie too, you know?”

“Tim Allen as Santa?” Azriel smirked and glanced down at his own Santa suit. There was always a bit of fun in teasing Gwyn. Her freckles would emphasize when her cheeks turned red which made him want to kiss every single one across her face. 

Gwyn laughed. “No!”

“What, Santa doesn’t do it for you? C’mon, the man, the myth, the legend!” Azriel pointed at the screen. It was perfect timing as a fully bearded man in a red suit appeared on screen. 

“Why would little me have a crush on Santa?!” Gwyn nudged him while laughing. Reaching over the end of the sofa, she put her hot cocoa down. 

“Don’t you? I mean,” Azriel gestured at himself.

“I mean, I certainly like my Santa.” Gwyn sat on her knees facing him. “But that’s different.”

“Well, I certainly like my elf.” Azriel inched closer, not close enough for what he wanted to do but enough to give Gwyn the opening. To give her the chance to close the gap. Gwyn bit her lip in an attempt to contain herself, but her smile still pushed through. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

No matter how long they had been together, Azriel still made Gwyn feel a certain type of way. 

There was a tingling sensation in her chest like the soft tickle from a feather or the gentle caress of a butterflies wings. Inching closer, Gwyn dared to play the game.“Do you, Santa?” 

They were practically sharing one breath now. Azriel hummed, a sound that sent an electrical current down to Gwyn’s toes. 

“Too bad Santa’s injured,” said Gwyn as she pulled away. They both could play at this little game but she wanted to take the lead. She wanted him in the palm of her hand. She wanted him to beg for it. If he pleaded her name, Gwyn would know immediately that Azriel was waving a white flag—surrendering. The man was always down bad for her, but when she took charge, Azriel was nothing but putty in her hands. Sitting back on her knees, Gwyn pretended to look interested in the film once again. Luckily, this was a holiday classic; Gwyn could practically recite some scenes from memory. In all honesty, Gwyn was much more invested in this little game than in the movie but she wouldn’t let him in on that yet.

“Gwyn.”

Oh? There was a tingling feeling that buzzed from her chest, down her spine, to her toes when he said her name. Azriel’s eyes sparkled with more than just a challenge. It wasn’t often he showed his cards early but Gwyn appreciated it all the same. Check. There was nothing she enjoyed more than teasing him. They were a match made in heaven in that way. 

Slowly, inching toward him, Gwyn put her fingers in his soft raven hair and kissed him. She made sure to drag her motions out, nice and slow. Very slow. Her lips moved up and down against Azriel’s passionately, he tasted like peppermint and chocolate, with her fingers slowly running through his hair. After a full minute, Gwyn pulled back first. She opened her eyes, glanced down at his pants, and then back up to quite the achievement. Check.

“Gwyneth Berdara,” Azriel whispered, eyes closed. “You will be the death of me.”

Checkmate.

She smiled against his lips as he pulled her in again by the neck, desire coursing through. Gwyn couldn’t help but moan this time against Azriel’s mouth when he bit her bottom lip. Oh, yes. Gwyn thought she could hold back but she wanted him just as much—needed him just as much. Something ignited inside of her like sparklers on New Year's. Warmth flooded her chest, her cheeks, and down her body. Pushing Azriel back against the sofa, Gwyn climbed over him and straddled his lap. Azriel’s hands quickly found purchase on her hips and lower back. Gwyn began shifting her hips rubbing herself against him, creating friction between their two bodies to soothe the aching feeling between her legs. This felt like more than just some normal kiss, it was electrifying. It always was for Gwyn and she could feel his hardness rubbing against where she wanted him most. When their kiss broke, Gwyn let out a ragged breath and allowed herself to enjoy the feather-light trails his mouth left down her neck. 

Azriel took off her belt, unbuttoned her dress, and tugged at the dress opening exposing her neck and collarbone. There, he trailed kisses that graduated into long strokes of his lips up and down licking her body. Gwyn wanted more. She wanted him against her neck, his mouth on her breast, and his fingers rubbing her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted him inside of her. Not yet. Not until she had her fun.

Unbuttoning her dress, Azriel was quick to pull her bra down and her breasts up so he could taste her. That had her moaning. “Just like that,” Gwyn sighed.

Both of her hands found purchase in his hair and tugged to bring him closer. He sucked against her chest capturing her nipple. He made sure to give her breasts the attention they needed, slowly and passionately. One of Gwyn’s hands cradled Azriel’s head exactly where he was while the other traveled between their bodies. She could feel the wetness accumulating between her legs. Gwyn reached through his pants and stroked against his length. Azriel groaned and gently scraped his teeth against her nipple. She wanted him desperately but she wasn’t done having her fun. Sighing against his sturdy frame, Gwyn murmured, “I want you.”

Breathly against his ear, she continued. “I want to take you in my mouth.” Gwyn felt his body shiver and his length twitch against her palm. 

Azriel groaned into her breasts, teeth scraping deliciously against her sensitive peaks.

Standing, Gwyn let her dress fall to the ground and unhooked her bra while Azriel unbuckled himself. Once comfortably on her knees, Gwyn did the rest. She glanced up at those glittering brown eyes whose attention was all on her. Azriel’s eyes were wholly on Gwyn’s, their breathing ragged, granting her permission to do what she wanted to him. She wanted his eyes on her when she took him in her mouth. She wanted to see the look on his face when she did. She wanted to see him lose control at the feel of her touch. For now, her hands stroked him in preparation.

“You look good on your knees, Berdara.”

Bringing herself closer, Gwyn smiled to herself before she kissed the tip of his length causing it to twitch in her hands.  She took her time kissing him down and then back up. The motion sent a shudder down Azriel’s back. Gwyn then placed her lips back on the tip and enveloped him in her mouth. Azriel moaned gripping the sofa. Meanwhile, Gwyn took her time taking him inch by inch, until she was all the way down before coming back up. Azriel couldn’t stop himself from gathering her hair to marvel at Gwyn, her mouth, and the way her breasts moved as she took down his full length.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” Azriel gripped her hair tighter trying his best to not guide her himself or lose control. Even though he was certainly close to losing it.

Gwyn took the comment as an opening to hollow her cheeks and start a sucking motion. This had Azriel breathing harder in seconds and speaking in tongues. At this moment, her mouth was his center of gravity and she was a force to be reckoned with. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” said Azriel. The first word dragged out like a song.

“Begging already?”

Azriel chuckled.

“My turn,” answered Azriel, a shift in his voice. Shuffling out of his pants, he patted the sofa to which Gwyn obliged. Once Gwyn took her seat, it was Azriel who was on his knees. He reached up to kiss her and then sat back. With eyes on hers, he took off whatever remaining clothes she had and tossed them to the side. Azriel began placing two initial kisses, one on each of her knees before gently using both hands to spread her open and admire what he needed on display. He kissed his way closer, down her thighs, until he reached his destination. 

“You're soaking wet for me, baby.” Azriel had never been one for dirty talk but after learning that it made Gwyn’s body respond a certain way, well, he deemed it critical since then. As much as he wanted to dismiss the books that Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta constantly giggled about, there was something to be learned from them. Azriel had read a couple, purely to understand what was so great about those ‘smutty books’. It was in moments like this that he was grateful for the lessons that literature could teach. And so Azriel brought his mouth closer and gently began to stroke her center. Intuitively, her body pushed him closer to where she needed him, her legs voluntarily spreading for him. 

“So responsive.” Azriel chuckled. 

Licking her in upward motions, he took his time between her legs. Gwyn began to sing the tune to his favorite song with gasps and sighs in different pitches. He harmonized to the melody humming while he worked in between her legs. A proud composer of his musical work. After several minutes of Gwyn shifting and quietly calling for him, Azriel looked up at her with dark eyes seeking permission as he placed two fingers at her entrance. Gwyn nodded breathlessly—desperately. Please, her eyes seemed to plead. 

“I need a verbal,” said Azriel.

“Yes,” Gwyn half whispered.

As he provided his full attention to the task, Azriel pushed two fingers inside of her and quickly found his favorite spot. The Ah spot, named after his favorite sound that Gwyn made. Stroking slowly inside of her, Azriel began to build a pattern with his mouth and fingers. Gwyn couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her. Her head pressed further back into the sofa and her hands dug into Azriel’s hair. 

“Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” 

“Begging already?” Azriel teased.

Gwyn’s moans turned louder as she felt her arousal continuing to build inside of her. She only hoped her earlier teasing didn’t come to bite her in the ass right now. She wouldn’t be able to take it if Azriel decided to use this moment to completely stop. 

“Just, like that, oh… god.” Gwyn’s legs began to shake as her body closed in on Azriel’s fingers. She could feel herself dancing and falling over the precipice and she couldn’t have him stop. With a hand outstretched on Azriel’s head, she held him in place, Gwyn’s other hand reached toward her breast, squeezing. Azriel made sure to not leave the other without equal care and reached for her other breast. Gwyn’s eyes shut as she reveled in the blissful feeling, a growing crescendo that soon toppled over. 

Without hesitation, Gwyn begged for more. “I need you, Azriel.”

Azriel was up and ready but Gwyn placed a hand on his chest and uttered one word. “Sofa.”

Right, my foot. Understanding what she meant, Azriel sat back on the sofa allowing Gwyn to straddle him. Azriel pulled off his shirt, tossed it across the room, and captured Gwyn’s face with both hands pulling her in for a kiss. Pushing her chest against his, Gwyn lined up his length before slowly sinking down inch by inch until she was fully seated. Their lips parted as they moaned at the delicious feeling. 

“I love that sound you make,” said Azriel. 

Gwyn felt her body respond to the comment.

“I'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.” Azirel placed his forehead against hers.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “You have that effect on me.”

Azriel chuckled and kissed her deeper. 

Gwyn began to ride him slowly allowing them to explore each other. Their kisses evolved from sweet passion to desperate desire and need. As desire grew, so did Gwyn’s pace. Their touches grew hungrier and more assertive. One of Azriel’s hands played with Gwyn’s breast, fingertips twisting her nipple slightly while the other was sure to hold her closer by the waist. Meanwhile, Gwyn’s hands found purchase on his chest and around his neck. The room grew heavier as it filled with heavy breathing, the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the melody their moans created in each other's mouths.

“Gwyn,” Azriel begged. He was close but he couldn’t let go without her. 

“Yes.” One word was all she said.

Azriel brought one of his hands in between them and stimulated Gwyn where she was most sensitive. He rubbed against her bundle of nerves and immediately felt a shift. Azriel felt Gwyn catch her breath and her body tense in anticipation. Her entire body pressed closer to him but she never stopped moving and neither did he as he thrusted back into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” said Azriel.

They were both flushed, skin glistening but neither stopping. One more push and pull and they were on what felt like an infinite high that would never descend. The moment Azriel felt Gwyn’s body fully tense above him, his own release followed. She clung to him desperately even after the last roll of her hips, catching her breath but also as she tried to find a way to come back to her body. They stayed there, catching their breath, not moving for a while. Every time they touched like this, it was electrical and like something out of a movie or a book. Gwyn couldn’t believe that touching Azriel felt like this every time, like she belonged to him as he did to her. She hoped they never grew out of this craving desire. Catching her breath, realization dawned on Gwyn.

“We can’t be doing this again with a baby in the house,” said Gwyn, her eyes wide. 

Oh my god. The one time we hook up on the sofa. Gwyn couldn’t believe that, of course, the one time there was a baby in the house was the moment that they decided to get wild in a common area. This would have felt normal had any of the other couples done it but this was out of the ordinary for them. Azriel and Gwyn tended to keep to themselves in their room. This… this was new.

Azriel let out a full belly laugh. “They could walk in here at any moment, and that’s what you’re worried about?” 

Gwyn slapped Azriel across the chest. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she was also a contributor. She could only hope that the village town center was sufficiently interesting enough on Christmas Eve to give the two of them more time to clean up.

“C’mon, before anyone comes knocking through that door and we have to explain why we’re naked in the living room.” Gwyn stood from the sofa and began gathering her clothes and throwing them in the laundry room. 

“I don’t think any explanation is needed.”

“Azriel!”

[worthlessteacherspet]

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RAHH so. my fucking treadmill broke this morning AND I'm in a shit ton of pain. it took the nurse like three hours to even get me advil. so school starts with advisory and then I have a meeting with my therapist. and then finally math.

we spoke a little bit back and forth in math. I got to watch him eat, that's always fun (leave me and my weird kinks alone okay-) and he went to take his plethora of pills but dropped one and didn't notice. so I told him and he got it and was pretty thankful lol. then at the end of math we got talking about a few things like cash app and yeah I didn't talk too much but I got to stand next to him yay

lunch rolls around and its Thursday so we're short on staff so he wasn't able to go outside on the walk with me like normal so instead he just came to stand with me and asked to take a picture of me. we played around on his phone for a bit standing very close (touching arms. I could smell him. yeah I was quiet lol) and he was leaning on my desk over all a very good lunch. though he was talking a bit about his wife at the end and I was a little butthurt. we also spoke about my treadmill and possibly learning to fight!

bio sucked for a bit cus I'm in pain but once that was over it was PE we chatted a bit before class and then proceeded as normal with him playing games and me walking around with a nice eye full. same as always, I check him and my ex out while my friend checks out her own crush. I got some even better views than normal during the stretches and during the actual games at one point he bent over righhttt in front of me and fuuccckk

anywayyy lol ♡ on our way out he reminded me to get my sweatshirt and was like "ohh what would ya do without me" and I pretty genuinely told him I'd cry lmao. but I said it jokingly. he was like "nah I'm a forgettable guy" IT WAS SO HARD NOT TO TELL HIM HOW FUCKING UNFORGETTABLE HE IS. UHHGH.

[tieflingkisser]

International Court of Justice Finds That BDS Is Not Just Legal, But Obligatory

The ICJ’s ruling found that states have a duty to bring Israeli occupation, colonization and apartheid to an end.

Israel and its lobby have, for years now, been engaged in a frenzy of activity to further insulate Israel from accountability by using their influence in the West to effectively outlaw organized opposition to Israel. Foremost among these efforts has been the Israeli campaign to penalize calls to boycott, divest from, and sanction Israel for its gross violations of human rights. As a result, countless laws and policies are now on the books across the U.S. and the broader West, trampling on core constitutional principles and internationally guaranteed human rights in defense of Israeli impunity. But an advisory opinion issued last month by the International Court of Justice (ICJ) should help to turn that around. In its historic ruling, the ICJ found that Israel’s occupation of the West Bank, East Jerusalem, and Gaza is entirely unlawful, that Israel practices apartheid and racial segregation, and that all states are under a duty to help bring this to an end, including by cutting off all economic, trade and investment relations with Israel in the Occupied Palestinian Territory. In other words, as a matter of international law, all countries are obliged to participate in an economic boycott of Israel’s activities in the occupied Palestinian territory and to divest from any existing economic relations there.

[...]

Recognizing this, Israel, as well as its Western allies accused of complicity in Israel’s international crimes (chief among them, the U.S., UK, and Germany) have been scrambling to oppose, delay, and obstruct action by these courts, both by intervening in court proceedings and, in some cases, by threatening court officials. And indeed, the ICC warrant process has already been inordinately delayed when compared to previous cases. Nevertheless, for its part, the ICJ advisory opinion was both timely and uncompromising in its application of international law to Israel. Israel and its allies also defensively claim that advisory opinions of the ICJ are “non-binding” and, indeed, the court cannot compel a state to comply with its findings. But what this tactic ignores is that the laws to which the court refers in its authoritative opinion are, in fact, binding on all states. For example, the court observed that the right of the Palestinians to self-determination, their rights under international human rights and humanitarian law, and the prohibition of Israel’s acquisition of territory by force impose so-called “erga omnes” obligations, that is, binding obligations that apply to all countries. Among these obligations are the duty not to recognize or assist the occupation in any way, and the duty to take action to realize the equal rights and self-determination of the Palestinian people. It follows that any policies or acts by a Western country that in any way recognize Israel’s occupation, assist Israel in that occupation (economically, militarily, diplomatically, etc.), or prohibit persons under its jurisdiction from respecting international law by boycotting or divesting from Israel’s illegal occupation, would be unlawful.

[house-of-lebedov]

House of Advisors, 11:23 am, Mid-Spring

Transcript below

[Lawyer]: Ladies and gentlemen of the advisory, I like to thank you all for coming to Emperor Achilles' final decree. Now before we begin the reading of the will, I must brief you all on the legal proceedings. As stated in the Inheritance Act, section 4, the will goes in order from immediate family to the public. Also worth noting, since this will is considered the final decree from his late Majesty, anything written goes with no appeal or voting. Any questions before we begin the hearing of the will?

[Circe]: It's not a question, but I would like to make a suggestion.

[Adam]: For watcher's sake-

[Lawyer]: Your grace, please let Duchess Circe speak. Go on.

[Crice]: As I was saying, I believe it's in our best interest if we go over who is to ascend to the throne first before anything else.

[Adam]: Have you no shame, Duchess Circe.

[Circe]: Belittle me all you want, Halestein. But, we both know that keeping that keeping the throne open any longer will be disastrous overall. The needs of the empire come first.

[Adam]: Bold words of someone willing to spy on theirs with the right price--

[Leon]: Go on ahead.

[Adam]: What? but, Your Highness--

[Leon]: Despite how harsh it sounds, Duchess Circe is right. We must know who'll be the and prepare the proclamation tomorrow.

[Cedric]: I, too, think it's best to go forth with the suggestion.

[Lawyer]: Since it's a majority rule, I will allow it.

[Adam]: Hmph. Get on with it then.

[Lawyer]: Ahem. "Regarding that to the throne of the Claosteinan Empire I, Emperor Achilles Porter Lebedov, Delare that my successor shall be none other than my only child, Princess Leon Lebedov."

[Leon]: Forgive me, for a moment there I thought--

[Lawyer]: It is as it's said, your highness. All written in ink.

[Adam]: Are you certain? Give me that will, I must read it for myself! Mumbles.

[Cedric]: Well? Is it legit, your grace?

[Circe]: I do believe you should tell us before a fly enters your mouth.

[Leon]: Duke Adam?

[Adam]: This will is, in fact, legit. I know his handwriting anywhere, down to his markings.

[Leon]: Oh my god...

[Circe]: Well, I guess it didn't matter which part of the will should be read first, after all.

[Cedric]: Sister, please-

[Adam]: Regardless, what's done is done. Let me be the first to swear my loyalty to you and you alone, Your Majesty. Long live the empress.

[Circe and Cedric]: Long live the empress!

[criminaljusticeday]

The ICJ holds public hearings in the advisory proceedings on Climate Change – COSIS; Pacific Community; Pacific Islands Forum and Organisation of African, Caribbean and Pacific States.

The International Court of Justice (ICJ) holds public hearings on the request for an advisory opinion on the Obligations of States in respect of Climate Change.

Watch THE HAGUE – The International Court of Justice (ICJ) holds public hearings in the advisory proceedings on Climate Change – COSIS; Pacific Community; Pacific Islands Forum and Organisation of African, Caribbean and Pacific States!

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Climate justice campaigners have condemned the US after the world’s largest historic greenhouse gas emitter argued against countries being legally obliged to combat the climate crisis.

The US intervention came on Wednesday as part of the historic climate hearing at the international court of justice (ICJ) in The Hague, where island nations and other climate-vulnerable countries are calling for wealthy polluting nations most responsible for climate breakdown to be held legally responsible.

Climate disasters are wreaking havoc across the planet, with dwindling hope of the current climate pledges curtailing global temperatures as the US and other fossil fuel nations continue to expand production.

Yet according to the US, the United Nations framework convention on climate change (UNFCCC) and 2015 Paris agreement and other existing non-binding treaties should be preserved and are the best way forward.

The current UN climate change regime “embodies the clearest, most specific, and the most current expression of states’ consent to be bound by international law in respect of climate change”, Margaret Taylor, legal adviser at the state department, told the ICJ judges on Wednesday.

“Any other legal obligations relating to climate change mitigation identified by the court should be interpreted consistently with the obligations states have under this treaty regime,” added Taylor.

Climate justice activists responded with fury.

“Once again, we witness a disheartening attempt by the US to evade its responsibilities as one of the world’s largest polluters,” said Vishal Prasad, director of Pacific Islands Students Fighting Climate Change. “The US is content with its business-as-usual approach and has taken every possible measure to shirk its historical responsibility, disregard human rights and reject climate justice.”

Ashfaq Khalfan, Oxfam America’s climate justice director, said: “It is absurd for the Biden administration to argue before the ICJ that countries do not have clear legal obligations to reduce carbon pollution, especially as it prepares to turn over the executive office to a proven climate denier like president-elect Trump, whose policies are likely to deeply harm US climate action.”

Australia, China and Saudi Arabia – major fossil fuel economies and among the world’s worst greenhouse gas emitters – also argued against legal accountability that developing nations are pushing for.

After years of campaigning by vulnerable nations and the global climate justice movement, the UN asked the ICJ to provide an advisory opinion on what obligations states have to tackle climate change and what the legal consequences could be if they fail to do so. More than 100 countries and organisations are testifying over the course of two weeks, and many hope the hearings will elevate science to the forefront, ensuring international law reflects the realities of climate breakdown and the urgent need for transformative action.

ICJ advisory opinions are non-binding but carry significant legal and political weight, and this will likely be referred to as an authoritative document in future climate litigation and during international climate negotiations.

Taylor also appeared to dismiss the idea that the ICJ should propose in its opinion that historic emitters be held responsible for past pollution. “An advisory proceeding is not the means to litigate whether individual states or groups of states have violated obligations pertaining to climate change in the past or bear responsibility for reparations ... nor would it be appropriate to do so,” she said.

The ICJ is one of three international courts tasked with producing an advisory opinion on the climate crisis, alongside the international tribunal for the law of the sea (Itlos) and the inter-American court of human rights. Itlos found earlier this year that greenhouse gases are pollutants which states have a legal responsibility to control – that goes beyond the UNFCCC. The inter-American court held hearings in Barbados and Brazil this year and is expected to be the next to publish its opinion. The ICJ ruling will likely take many months.

[sugas6thtooth]

[art-damaged]

Andy Warhol "Brillo Soap Pads Box (3 cents off)" / cleaning crew

In November 2024, this 1964 sculpture was inadvertently destroyed when a cleaning crew member working on a yacht mistook the work for the real thing.

The piece, whose 2010 purchase for $3,050,500 later inspired an HBO documentary (2017's "Brillo Box (3¢ Off)"), was apparently being housed on the current owner's superyacht when a member of the vessel's cleaning crew proceeded to throw the piece away, mistaking the Pop artwork (which, apart from being constructed out of wood rather than cardboard, was an exact copy of Brillo's packaging from the time) for an empty box of soap pads.

Interestingly, this isn't the first time a valuable piece of art history was damaged while installed on a luxury ship. In 2019, Japanese billionaire Yusaku Maezawa, who was charting a superyacht with his children an unnamed 1982 work by Jean-Michel Basquiat aboard his own superyacht. Unfortunately, he decided to hang the work near his dining table - and the following morning, when his children sat down to breakfast, they were frightened enough of the painting to throw their cereal at the canvas. The ship's crew, unaware of the prestige of the piece, then furthered the damage by wiping the cornflakes off in an attempt to restore the painting, which was worth $110.5M at the time of the incident.

Concerns surrounding the display of artworks aboard personal sea vessels have apparently increased in recent years among the conservation community. As historian Pandora Mather-Lees has said, while there are superyachts floating around with “better collections than some national museums," which raises real questions about how such artworks are stewarded and preserved. "[Crew members] are expected to know how to serve the owners at sea, not to know about paintings and art. But, now that the rich are increasingly bringing their art collections on board their yachts it’s vital that captains and crew know how to care for these pieces."

In discussing the subject, Mather-Lees (who has been repeatedly called on to restore works following incidents like these) has also alluded to incident in which, amid an impromptu party by a yacht's staff, the cork from a newly popped champagne bottle went sailing directly into a Picasso, damaging the canvas - but she hasn't provided specifics as to the piece, the owner, or the aftermath.

Tilman Kriesel, founder of an art advisory firm, has also shared stories wherein, upon discovering an original Rothko was too tall to fit in their yacht's grand saloon, one wealthy owner decided to hang the work sideways, while another had wanted to display their newly purchased painting by Takashi Murakami in the boat's “beach club” (the rear of superyachts where owners access jet skis and other water toys) - but upon finding it didn't fit, decided to cut away portions of the canvas until it finally did. #artdamaged

[masllp]

New Company Registration in India – A Step-by-Step Guide

Starting a business in India is an exciting venture, but it requires careful planning and adherence to legal regulations. Mercuries & Associate LLP specializes in company registration services, ensuring a seamless and hassle-free process for entrepreneurs. If you are planning to register a new company in India, this guide will help you understand the key steps involved.

Why Register a Company in India?

India offers a dynamic business environment with numerous benefits for startups and established businesses. Some of the advantages of registering a company in India include:

Limited Liability Protection: Safeguards personal assets from business liabilities.

Legal Recognition: A registered company enjoys credibility and trust in the market.

Access to Funding: Makes it easier to raise capital through investors and banks.

Tax Benefits: Eligible for tax exemptions and deductions under government schemes.

Perpetual Succession: Ensures continuity irrespective of ownership changes.

Types of Business Entities in India

Before proceeding with registration, choosing the right business structure is essential. The common types of business entities in India include:

Private Limited Company (PLC)

Public Limited Company (PLC)

Limited Liability Partnership (LLP)

One Person Company (OPC)

Sole Proprietorship

Partnership Firm

Step-by-Step Process for New Company Registration

Step 1: Obtain Digital Signature Certificate (DSC)

The first step is acquiring a Digital Signature Certificate (DSC) for the proposed directors, as all filings with the Ministry of Corporate Affairs (MCA) are done electronically.

Step 2: Apply for Director Identification Number (DIN)

Every company director must have a unique DIN, which can be obtained by filing Form DIR-3 with the MCA.

Step 3: Name Reservation with MCA

Choosing a unique name is crucial. The name must comply with MCA guidelines and can be reserved using the SPICe+ Part A form.

Step 4: Drafting of Memorandum & Articles of Association

The Memorandum of Association (MoA) and Articles of Association (AoA) define the company's objectives, rules, and regulations. These documents are filed with the MCA.

Step 5: Filing of Incorporation Forms

The company incorporation application is submitted through the SPICe+ Part B form, along with necessary documents, including identity proof, address proof, and NOC from the property owner (if applicable).

Step 6: PAN and TAN Application

Upon successful incorporation, the company receives its Certificate of Incorporation (CoI), along with its PAN (Permanent Account Number) and TAN (Tax Deduction and Collection Account Number).

Step 7: Open a Business Bank Account

A corporate bank account is necessary for conducting business transactions. The company can use its incorporation documents to open a bank account.

Step 8: GST Registration and Other Compliances

Depending on the nature of the business, GST registration, MSME registration, and other regulatory compliances may be required.

Why Choose Mercuries & Associate LLP?

At Mercuries & Associate LLP, we provide expert guidance and end-to-end assistance for new company registration in India. Our services include:

Business structure advisory

Name reservation assistance

Documentation and legal compliance

PAN, TAN, and GST registration

Post-incorporation compliance support

Conclusion

Registering a company in India is a strategic decision that can set the foundation for business success. With expert support from Mercuries & Associate LLP, entrepreneurs can navigate the legal requirements effortlessly and focus on growing their business.

[eretzyisrael]

BECAUSE THE WORLD SHOULD KNOW

CONCESSIONS BY COLLEGES TO ANTI-ISRAEL PROTESTERS

Harvard interim president Alan Garber reached an agreement with the student protest group Harvard Out of Occupied Palestine (HOOP). In exchange for an end to the encampment, Garber agreed to:

Facilitate a meeting with the chair of the Corporation Committee on Shareholder Responsibility and other university officials to address questions about the endowment

Meet, along with the dean of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences, to hear students’s perspectives on academic matters related to the Middle East

Retract suspensions of students participating in the encampment and expedite reinstatement proceedings once the encampment was removed (note: the protest encampment was expanded to the graduation commencement lawn, with Garber warning that repercussions would become more consequential as graduation approached. In the end, Harvard prevented 15 students from graduating.)

Meet with members of the Harvard management company regarding disclosure about investments with Israeli companies and divestment from them

Discuss the establishment of a Center for Palestine Studies at Harvard

Demonstrators reached a deal with President Michael Schill, Provost Kathleen Hagerty and Vice President of Student Affairs Susan Davis to end the encampment after five days of demonstrations. The university agreed to: 

Permit protests and gatherings at Deering Meadow (Northwestern’s traditional gathering place) through June 1, the final day of classes for the spring quarter. However, only Northwestern students, faculty and staff will be allowed in the demonstration area, unless otherwise authorized by the university

Allow the Northwestern Divestment Coalition (i.e. the encampment organizers) to leave one “aid tent” on Deering Meadow

Allow students to use (approved) devices to project or amplify sound

Advise employers not to rescind job offers for students “engaging in speech protected by the First Amendment”

Support two visiting Palestinian faculty per year for two years

Pay the cost of attendance for five Palestinian undergraduates to attend Northwestern

Fundraise for the above two concessions “beyond this current agreement”  

Provide immediate temporary space for Middle East and North African (MENA) and Muslim students to gather

Provide and renovate a house for MENA and Muslim students as soon as possible, with the expectation that it will be completed by 2026

Engage students in a process to ensure “additional support” for Jewish and Muslim students

Include “broad input” from students on university dining services, including residential and retail vendors on campus, regarding Israeli-made products 

Provide a conduit for students to engage with the Investment Committee of the Board of Trustees

Re-establish an Advisory Committee on Investment Responsibility in the fall, which will include students, faculty and staff

Commit to answering questions from any “internal stakeholder” about specific university holdings held currently or within the last quarter to “the best of its knowledge or to the extent legally possible” within 30 days.

Read the whole list. It's sickening.