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awesomechrisharry · 8 months

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Automotive Engine Oil Market Set to Soar, Projected Valuation of US$ 64.8 Billion by 2031, Reports Transparency Market Research

The global Automotive Engine Oil market is estimated to attain a valuation of US$ 64.8 Bn by the end of 2031, states a study by Transparency Market Research (TMR). Besides, the report notes that the market is prognosticated to expand at a CAGR of 1.9 % during the forecast period, 2022-2031.

The key objective of the TMR report is to offer a complete assessment of the global market including major leading stakeholders of the Automotive Engine Oil industry. The current and historical status of the market together with forecasted market size and trends are demonstrated in the assessment in simple manner. In addition, the report delivers data on the volume, share, revenue, production, and sales in the market.

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The report by TMR is the end-product of a study performed using different methodologies including the PESTEL, PORTER, and SWOT analysis. The study with the help of these models shed light on the key financial considerations that players in the Automotive Engine Oil market need to focus on identifying competition and formulate their marketing strategies for both consumer and industrial markets. The report leverages a wide spectrum of research methods including surveys, interviews, and social media listening to analyze consumer behaviors in its entirety.

Automotive Engine Oil Market: Industry Trends and Value Chain

The study on the Automotive Engine Oil market presents a granular assessment of the macroeconomic and microeconomic factors that have shaped the industry dynamics. An in-depth focus on industry value chain help companies find out effective and pertinent trends that define customer value creation in the market. The analysis presents a data-driven and industry-validated frameworks for understanding the role of government regulations and financial and monetary policies. The analysts offer a deep-dive into the how these factors will shape the value delivery network for companies and firms operating in the market.

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Automotive Engine Oil Market: Branding Strategies and Competitive Strategies

Some of the key questions scrutinized in the study are:

What are some of the recent brand building activities of key players undertaken to create customer value in the Automotive Engine Oil market?

Which companies are expanding litany of products with the aim to diversify product portfolio?

Which companies have drifted away from their core competencies and how have those impacted the strategic landscape of the Automotive Engine Oil market?

Which companies have expanded their horizons by engaging in long-term societal considerations?

Which firms have bucked the pandemic trend and what frameworks they adopted to stay resilient?

What are the marketing programs for some of the recent product launches?

The list of key players operating in the Automotive Engine Oil market includes following names:

Royal Dutch Shell plc,Pentagon Lubricants Private Limited,Leo Lubricants Pvt. Ltd.,DANA LUBRICANTS FACTORY LLC,Castrol Limited,HINDUJA GROUP,GP Petroleums Ltd.,Saudi Arabian Oil Co.,Total S.A,Gazprom,ROSNEFT

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Automotive Engine Oil Market: Assessment of Avenues and Revenue Potential in Key Geographies

Some of the key aspects that the study analyzes and sheds light are:

Which regions are witnessing rise in investments in the supply chain networks?

Which countries seems to have benefitted from recent import and export policies?

Which regions have witnessed decline in consumer demand due to economic and political upheavals?

Which are some the key geographies that are likely to emerge as lucrative markets?

Which regions are expected to lose shares due to pricing pressures?

Which regions leading players are expected to expand their footprints in the near future?

What are some the sustainability trends impacting the logistics and supply chain dynamics in the Automotive Engine Oil market?

What are some of the demographic and economic environments that create new demand in developing economies?

How are changing government regulations shaping business strategies and practices?

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The pirate and the witch (part one)

Pairing: Harry Hook x daughter of Narissa!reader

Word count: 2477

Summary: Y/N, an orphan VK who was taken to Auradon at a young age, returns to her old home by request of the crown prince. However, things tend to go south at the Isle of the Lost.

Warning: Mild cursing

A:/N: Okayy, here goes nothing. This is my first fic and I'm really excited about it. Comments and feedback (and title suggestions 'cause I suck) are appreciated. I think the whole story might have five or six parts which I'll be posting ASAP.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DISNEY DESCENDANTS CHARACTERS NOR THE SANDERSON SISTERS. All credit goes to the creators, writers, and producers. Same with the HP charms, credit goes to J.K Rowling.

Part two Part three Part four Masterlist

I can’t believe I agreed to do this. Of all places, it had to be the Isle of the Lost. I look at the empty sky as I waltz my way through the lonely, and dark alleys; desperately trying to forget that the clock is about to strike midnight.

Even though I’m currently in one of the scariest places that I can actually think of, I pay attention to every detail as I walk. Particularly, I notice the poor construction of the buildings and the few people that I see asleep against walls or trash containers. Every minute that goes on here makes me wanna go back, yet I’m motivated to help make this a better place — or, at least that's what I tell myself.

Last week, my friend Ben approached me after a meeting he had with his father. He wouldn’t stop talking about how terrible the conditions at the Isle are and insisting on doing something about it before the preparations for his coronation. So we talked to my parents, the king and queen of Maldonia, and concluded that we needed to see the situation first hand to come up with a good set of solutions. But, given that Ben’s parents would never let him go, I begged mine to allow me, arguing that I could blend in, being a VK myself.

I grew up in Auradon, and not on the Isle, because my mother died years ago, in another realm. According to Fairy Godmother, she was one of the most dangerous villains ever seen, and one of the evilest. Yet, instead of abandoning my on the Isle, like most would have done, —and after some arguing between royals— the king and queen of Auradon allowed Queen Tiana and King Naveen to raise me as their daughter; but I never forgot the piece of The Isle that runs through my veins.

By this, I mean my magic. According to my parents, my mother was a very powerful witch. So, when I turned twelve and officially celebrated eight years on Auradon, I asked the king and queen for permission to learn magic; which they granted, under very specific parameters.

Since my powers have a dark nature, or so says Fairy Godmother, she asked the three forest fairies, Fauna, Flora, and Merryweather, to tutor me at their cottage —this being the only place where I’m allowed to use my powers.

…..

I arrive at the small loft —or should I say hideout— that the royal guard of Maldonia had prepared for me, and take off my black cloak, setting it on the bed, right next to the few notes I have taken. Finally, after the longest day that I’ve had in a while, I let myself fall on the firm bed and drift off to sleep.

Woken up by the sound of my alarm, I get up and get ready, repeating the steps of my plan like my life depended on it —who knows, it may.

Fairy Godmother warned me about the gang rivalry that has been going on for a while and told me about some VKs who have shown to be the most dangerous.

The one she talked about the most is Mal, daughter of Maleficent. Apparently, she is the leader of the most feared squad of the Isle; which happens to be formed by none other than the children of Jafar, Cruella de Vil, the evil queen, and well, Maleficent.

Aside from them, the headmistress mentioned the pirate crew that hangs near the docks, which is the biggest competition for the so-called ‘Core Four’. It’s most known members are Uma, Ursula’s daughter; Gil, son of Gaston; and Harry Hook, Captain Hook’s son (obviously). According to my notes, Uma is the captain and Hook is her loyal first mate.

I should be fine, as long as I stay away from their little gang battle. But, being as stubborn as I am, I decide that being part of this will be the ultimate Isle experience.

I do my best to blend in as I stroll down the market and grab a few things, earning a few glares and weird looks as I pay for them. I don’t like being the center of attention, so I put on my hood and avoid all eyes. Preparing to head back, I grab a small bread loaf from a stall to my right and, when the woman behind it is about to protest, I hand her a few gold coins.

Then, I abandon the market, unaware of the two sets of eyes that I have on my back, those belonging to a certain Arabian young thief and the son of Cruella de Vil.

I become aware of their steps lurking behind me when I’m a few blocks away from the market, so I walk faster and then I find myself running from them. I manage to keep them quite far until the two of them jump their ways to the ceilings above me.

I curse Fairy Godmother for not telling me about Carlos’ talent with parkour. She said he was dangerous because of his way with technology, nothing more. Yet, here I am, running from a thief and a thirteen-year-old geek who happens to be a fucking ninja.

I run and run, without looking up or behind me. I’ve always been pretty active, so I lose them after a few minutes. Nevertheless, I don’t stop running and continue in whatever direction my feet are taking me.

……

I should’ve taken a right. That way, I would’ve arrived at my place ten minutes ago; but my dumb ass decided to take a wrong turn so I ended up in the Sanderson sisters’ hut. And, just before I turned on my heel to make an exit, I find the three awful witches standing right in front of me, displaying wicked and hungry grins.

—What have we here?— inquires the redhead, — seems like today’s our lucky day, sisters. They’re both a teeny tiny bit big, but that’s what you get here. Kids are running out these days.

I try to run but my feet fail me, and I feel an electric shock running through me before blacking out. The last thing I hear is a chorus of excited voices singing ‘double food delivery, double food delivery,’ and a strong thunder of psychotic laughter.

I wake up in a small, round cage that hangs from a bronze chain, next to a boy who I recognize as a member of Ursula’s daughter’s pirate crew. What’s his name? Henry, Howard, Helio? Harry, the first mate, that’s it! Anyway, I look around for a possible exit, but find nothing but the front door, which is right next to the cauldron and the three witches —who remain oblivious to me being awake.

Minutes go by and they remain carried away by whatever they are brewing; at least until my cage mate decides to wake up all grumpy.

—Hit my nappeer, them howling witches…— he grumbles, trailing off; but it seems enough to draw their attention.

With wide eyes and wicked grins, they make their way to us with their arms intertwined. When they are close enough, the youngest takes a look at us and licks her lips and the raven-haired one pushes her nose against the bars and sniffs us, sighing in content when she’s had her fill.

— They’re so cute, Winnie, can we keep them, pretty please?— she asks, jumping in her place a couple times.

—You can play with them until the potion is ready, but not a second more. Do remember, — she sing-songs. — Youth and beauty, beauty and youth.

—Hear that? We’re gonna have a good time!— States the ebony-haired witch, as she pokes Harry, who’s still semi-conscious, with a wooden stick. That seems to fully wake him

— Oi, watch it!— he hisses while trying to dodge the harmless, yet annoying tip. He doesn’t have much success due to the lack of space, which amuses me a bit.

—Ooh… a feisty one! — grins the blonde one. —Too bad we can’t keep you, handsome; it would’ve been delicious.

The look on her face seems to be full of physical hunger, but I detect a not so faint tint of lust in her demeanor. The reason why, with those words and the witch’s obvious intentions, my face contours in disgust, which I immediately regret.

—What’s your problem, dear one— she says, as she surrounds the cage, — don’t like me talking ‘bout your little boyfriend like that? Didn’t mommy teach you to share?—. When she’s right behind me, she sneaks a bony hand through my hair and grabs a fistful, to which I reply with a groan.

As she is about to continue the teasing, Winnifred calls her sisters.

—We can’t feed them the potion yet — she scowls.

—Well, duh… my playtime hasn’t finished— replies the blonde.

—no, Sarah, were missing the knotgrass, the fluxweed, and the rat foot— clarifies the third sister, with her pointy nose buried in the cauldrons aroma, — it hasn’t turned green yet.

—At least one of you isn’t completely dense. Come on, sisters, off to the market we go.

As if on cue, they head to the door and close it behind them.

A faint ‘don’t go anywhere’ is heard from outside, followed by another chorus of wicked laughter.

……..

—Gaunnie hook ‘em— spits the pirate, stretching his arm in a miserable attempt at grabbing the hook that lays on the floor beneath us.

I shrug, and then proceed to peak my nails, — Might wanna get out of here first, Hooky.

—Any ideas on how, lassie?— he asks between gritted teeth, growing impatient and tired of failing at hook fishing.

— A few, actually, but the sight of you in front of me, struggling like that, is quite lovely and entertaining.

With my comment, his demeanor changes completely, becoming cockier and self-assured. This, although he’s still desperately trying to recover his signature weapon.

—Then come to the docks with me,— he smirks, as he changes positions to find himself sitting in front of the lock, and begins picking it with a rake that he had inside his left boot, — we’ll get hammered with me crew and, you know, keep the heid.

As he works, his nose wrinkles, his brows come together in concentration, and his lips tighten in a thin line.

—As tempting as that sounds, I do have things to do.

It would be convenient to go with him. Ben and King did me specific instructions for my little trip, and this would make it easier. However, it just wouldn’t be my type of scene. I feel like I’ve had enough ‘new experiences’ for a few years, maybe.

—Aww, lass, ya hurting my feelings,— he fake pouts and, to no avail, tries to use a different rake.

—Feelings? Didn’t see that one coming,— I mock, gently pushing him to the side, and claim my turn with the tricky lock.

He’s about to complain, but I shush him and close my eyes. Due to the wards placed on the Isle, my magic is significantly weaker than it is on Auradon, but I can concentrate enough to channel it thanks to a locket that the king gave me for emergencies.

I grin as the cage opens itself, and immediately jump down, followed by my slightly shocked companion. Before he can, I grab the hook by the handle, and point the tip at him, just to swiftly turn it around for him to grab.

With his hook safely in his hand, he approaches the table and grabs a book, together with what seems to be a shell necklace. Then, he catches up with me outside the front door. We walk in silence for a few blocks, given that there is only one way out, and he breaks the silences that lingered between us.

—So, you know me name, yet I don’t know yours— he glances at me with curiosity and caution, —ain’t fair, lassie.

—What can I say, Hook, you are quite famous around here. I, on the other hand, am quite a lone wolf.

—Haven’t given me an answer yet, doll face,

— Name’s Y/N, daughter of queen Narissa.

—Y/N,— he tries it out, —and how come you have magic?

—Let’s say I found a loophole in the barrier.

—Uma’s gonna love this, — he says, giving me a smirk.

—Assuming I go with you, that is. I said I had things to do — I quirk a brow at him.

Before he can reply, we hear three sets of boots approaching us in a rhythmic pattern. It can only be them.

— Shit, — grumbles the pirate, then he grabs my arm and pulls me behind him and into a dark corner.

We remain silent as the steps die down, and then continue walking.

—Now that was close, thanks Harry,— I say, patting his left shoulder.

—Ya know how to properly thank me, lass,— he shrugs. His cockiness is beginning to become annoying but, to be honest, I cannot say that I don’t enjoy flirting. So, I decided to follow his game.

—Kind of sad, really,

— Away on, dollface, the hell ya mean by that?

I give him a sigh and shrug, — I just thought your game was better. Can’t believe that you sway every girl off her feet with a thick accent and a smirk.

— I did just save yer little witchy ass. You’re a buck eejit if that ain’t impressive.

— Not a ‘buck eejit’, whatever that shit means. — I chuckle dryly, — I’m just not gonna fall for your oh so great pirate act.

He shrugs, seemingly unbothered, — same here, doll, mysterious past ‘n shit gets boring real fast.

— Yet, here you are, still following some like a lost puppy.

Between flirting, bickering, and some laughter in between, we arrive at the corner that connects the docks to the way to my place.

— As much as I enjoy your gentlemanly antics, time to part ways.

— You’ll come to the ship tonight, I know it.

— You know, you’re not even my type, Harry— I claim.

He is kind of my type, you know? Handsome, witty, cocky, and fun to be with. Not totally boyfriend material, but maybe just for a good time; a rest from Auradon’s Perfect Peachy Prince wannabes.

Without a second glance, I start walking to the building I slept in but, before I’m out of view, I hear him say,—You do one me one, little witch,— and I grin.

— See you ‘round, Hook, — I reply over my shoulder.

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NASA observes Tropical Storm Kyarr form near southwest India coast

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NASA observes Tropical Storm Kyarr form near southwest India coast

On Oct. 25, 2019 at 5:10 a.m. EDT (0910 UTC), the MODIS instrument that flies aboard NASA’s Aqua satellite took this image of Tropical Storm Kyarr off the coast of southwestern India. Credit: NASA/NRL

Tropical Storm Kyarr formed near the southwestern coast of India, and NASA’s Aqua satellite provided forecasters with a visible image of the storm that revealed it organized quickly.

Kyarr formed early on Oct. 25 from a low-pressure area designated as System 97A in the northern Indian Ocean. Once the storm consolidated, it intensified quickly and became a tropical storm just off the southwest India coast.

The India Meteorological Department issued some warnings on Kyarr on Oct. 25. There is a heavy rainfall warning in effect that calls for light to moderate rainfall in most places. Heavy to very heavy falls are predicted at isolated places very likely over coastal districts of Karnataka, Goa and south Konkan and isolated heavy rainfall over north Konkan during next 24 hours. There is also a wind warning in effect calling for gale-force winds with speeds reaching 70-80 kph (43 to 50 mph) gusting to 90 kph (56 mph), prevailing around the system center over east-central Arabian Sea. It is very likely to increase gradually becoming 90-100 kph (56 to 62 mph).

On Oct. 25 at 5:10 a.m. EDT (0910 UTC), the Moderate Imaging Spectroradiometer or MODIS instrument that flies aboard NASA’s Aqua satellite provided a visible image of Kyarr. The image showed that there is a large band of powerful thunderstorms circling Kyarr’s low-level center of circulation. In addition, infrared satellite imagery showed that Kyarr has a solid core of strong convection—that is, rising air which forms the thunderstorms that make up a tropical cyclone, wrap around the low-level circulation center. Microwave satellite imagery revealed the storm had developed an eye, a sign of strengthening.

The shape of the storm is a clue to forecasters that a storm is either strengthening or weakening. If a storm takes on a more rounded shape it is getting more organized and strengthening. Conversely, if it becomes less rounded or elongated, it is a sign the storm is weakening.

At 11 a.m. EDT (1500 UTC) on Oct. 25, the Joint Typhoon Warning Center or JTWC noted Tropical Cyclone Kyarr was located near latitude 16.3 degrees north and longitude 71.9 degrees east, about 579 nautical miles south-southeast of Karachi, Pakistan. Maximum sustained winds were 55 knots (63 mph/102 kph).

Kyarr is drifting generally northward while located between two subtropical ridges (elongated areas of high pressure) located to the northwest and northeast of the tropical storm. As those ridges strengthen and build, Kyarr is forecast to turn to the northwest and rapidly intensify.

The JTWC expects the storm will peak after three days, but will then start to weaken on approach to the Oman coastline.

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shekelesh-z · 3 months

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#arabian drift core #arabian drift #drift #honda #bmw #lexus #toyota #y2k #y2kcore #y2k aesthetic

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“Kintsukuroi is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver.”

When you speak all I hear is music.

The voices of past promises and heartache

racing further away becoming obsolete. Ending my past.

With every breath you take in between words

I can almost taste the impatience of Angels in heaven

waiting for you to catch your breath so you can say but just one more word

for them to proceed dancing to sweet melodies from your tongue.

Your fingers brush against my skin

And the atoms that fight to hold me together all jump up at once

Nervous to annoy you with glee but so glad that you have yet again blessed this being.

I hate being a romantic but your presence

Forces my heart, igniting a flame

big enough to warm lost travels on an ice cold evening.

You awaken me.

When our fingers curl around one another

My universe trembles in thanks to God

for allowing your presence to cause so much havoc in my core.

I hate being a romantic but you make me ache for it

Now, I dream of floating through Arabian nights

On a magic carpet with you. I know they don’t really exist

But for you I would summon my Genie from my mother’s old paraffin lamp

And with everything in me (after great practice of course)

I would make my last and final wish.

I would ask him to dust off an old Persian rug

Preferably one that was handmade for Cyrus the Great himself.

I’d ask the Genie to give us magical petrol enough for us to circle the world twice,

or maybe thrice because once just isn’t enough

to let you know that I want to give you the world three times over

to make up for the two wishes I wasted on hopeful thinking.

I would take you to Japanese art masters to present you as God’s masterpiece.

They would attempt to teach you the art of Kintsukuroi

But you would interrupt them, point to me and say” I have already laced her with gold and fitted her broken pieces whole”.

When our bodies join and become one

It feels like our carpet ride took us to a mystical forest frozen in time

Where we are the masters of our destiny and the outside world must pay tribute to our very existence.

Here, our energies bend and intertwine at our will

allowing our love to grow further into timelessness.

And here we are again

Where I am scrambling for words worthy to explain just how much I love you

But who would dare try?

When a master of an art he isn’t even aware of has graced me a chance to share a life with him.

Perfect words seal shut my throat in combat to make it out of my mouth first…I…I’m not sure how to say this.

I swallow hard and try again but fail. Badly.

Fuck it. I’ll speak like a child.

You make butterflies hop around in my stomach

Their gentle footsteps lining my insides with joy.

My heart does somersaults on wet grass and trips every time it sees you smile.

My knees buckle. I am a toddler unable to walk, just standing, wobbling in one place.

If I were a bird I would bump into the same window, same spot, everyday

Only coz you are standing on the other side.

I’d convince myself that hitting this forsaken shield one more time would grant me an audience with you. I’d fight with an inanimate object for you.

If the sun could dream the world would live in eternal darkens for it too would refuse to awaken from dreaming of you.

You are the traveler I would like to share the fire of my heart with

You’re my Arabian magic carpet ride

My mystical forest frozen in time

The long awaited buckle that will jolt me further towards your presence

The grand prize standing on the other side of a window waiting for a determined little bird

You are my final wish to the Genie in an old lamp that I too can drift towards a perfect dream of a perfect man who will love me perfectly.

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