#gavitaled

[elaienar]

"In a very real sense, you cannot tell anybody anything that he doesn't already know. In other words, you can work only with and upon the material of his experience. Your writing, your procession and arrangement of words—and above all they must be words meaningful to him—must incite him to scrabble about in his memory for scraps from his experience, and newly arrange them into a pattern as nearly as possible like the one in your mind. If his experience is in no respect like yours, you have no material to work upon and can tell him nothing."

—John Palmer Gavit, "What's a Humane Letter?"

[muneshgavit]

12 Best ways to learn marketing.

Love and Repeat

Munesh Gavit

[bruev]

Гавит монастыря Гегард / The Gavit of the Geghard Monastery

[pizzapasta23045]

Hi!

I would like to read more sapphic/wlw books and I'd appreciate some recs since I have... Specific taste... When it comes to my romance novels.

I like fantasy/historical/sci-fi best, generally don't enjoy slice of life content. I also prefer couples who just, you know, adore each other (think Morticia and Gomez, Hualian and the likes)

Thanks in advance <3

[justanotherconfusedman]

When will I learn to consult references before I finish the sketch?

[mirabellomonferrato]

Antonietta, az olasz barátnőm

Nos, a megjelenése olyan, hogy ha egy turkálóban találomra kicsippentesz pár ruhadarabot, kicsit megtaposod a földön és rádobálod valakire, akkor kísértetiesen hasonlítani fog Antonietta megjelenésére. Nem érdekli és sosem érdekelte az öltözködés. De közben nagyon érdekes dolgokat visel. Ránézel és vidám leszel. Kedves és furcsa nő. 62 éves, gyanúm szerint sosem lehetett kimondottan szép, de nem mindennapi. Dolgozott idénymunkásként Bulgáriában, vízvezetékszerelőként Japánban, néha valamiket szerkesztget, fordításokat lektorál, de minden képzettség nélkül, beszél oroszul, angolul, magyarul és persze olaszul. Most arabul és kínaiul tanul. Rengeteget utazik, olcsó repülőjegyekkel, igénytelen szállásokon, nagyon boldogan bejárja a világot. A három gyereke mindenfelé élnek a világban, hasonló színes múlttal. Bárhol elboldogul, olyan félelem és görcs nélkül él a világban, ami lenyűgöző. Már vagy 25 éve él Magyarországon, azóta nem dolgozik, az angliai meg olaszországi ingatlanok kiadásából éldegélnek. Egyedül nevelte a gyerekeit. 25 év ide vagy oda, nem igazán értem a magyarját, de tudunk beszélgetni. A beszédénél jobban értem őt magát, jobb barátságba is kerültünk, őszinte lelkesedéssel tudom nézni őt, az életszemléletét. Boldogan újságolta, hogy megnézte, és egy órányira leszünk egymástól! Ő most Genovában él (amikor nem Budapesten), 200 méterre a tengertől egy nagyon pici, 20 nm-es lakásban. De van egy lakása Livornoban, és egy Budapesten, és ha jól tudom Angliában is. Meghívott a picike lakásába, és megmutatta a fényképet a kanapéról (ami kinyitható) és ahol aludhatok majd. Imádtam! :) :)

Elmondta, hogy ahol a házam lesz, ott a közelben, Novi Ligure-ben van egy híres, 160 éves csokigyár. Pernigotti Gianduiotto. 2018-ban majdnem bezárták, de végül maradt. A bezárásról több cikket is találtam, a megmaradásról kevés infót, de úgy néz ki az üzem is működik, nem csak a márkanév maradt meg. A közeli Gavi pedig a régió bortermelésének központja. Nem vagyok nagy borkedvelő, és azt hiszem hiteltelen lenne, ha úgy tennék, mintha értenék hozzá, de az roppant érdekes, hogy amikor Magyarország borvidékeit tanultam az üzletvezetői képzésen, akkor imádkoztam, hogy csak ne azt a tételt húzzam, mert egyet sem tudok megjegyezni. Na, Gavit bezzeg rögtön megjegyeztem. – Ezt teszi a szerelem. :D Lelkesedett, hogy milyen jó helyen veszem a házat, közel van Milánó, Torinó, és Genova is. Azt is elmondta, hogy nyaralni nagyon jó lesz, de Olaszországban élni nem annyira jó, majd meglátom, hogy Magyarország jobb.

Nevettünk egymásra, hogy jó, majd meglátom. Ha úgy lesz, úgy lesz jó. Beszélgettünk kicsit a politikáról, kicsit a klímaválságról, ezen picit elszontyolodtunk, de végül megerősítettük egymás abban, hogy itt ülünk a Lövőház utcában, limonádét iszogatunk és beszélgetünk, élvezzük ki ezt, aztán majd a holnapot holnap meglátjuk.

Antionetta valószínűleg nagyszerű segítség lesz abban, hogy könnyebben eligazodjak majd az olaszországi programok és látnivalók meg érdekességek között. És borozásban egyértelműen lehet számítani rá! :D

[mithoskuu]

More Ghibli progress, Sek belongs to @Tiberia1313 who wanted to try a single grey instead of two tone this time around, also changed Gavit's eye markings to differentiate him more from Kret

[endlessdawns]

‘ Dev Patel, cis male, he/him, 36 / 360 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ROHAN GAVIT has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from GAEA is said to be DISCREET and is said to describe themselves with SCARS MARING TAN SKIN, THE INABILITY TO LET SOMEONE IN, FOCUSING ONLY ON THE JOB, HOLDING BACK A SMILE OF AMUSEMENT, WORDS LACED WITH SARCASM and with all of this in mind their STEELY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

full name: rohan gavit

nicknames: ro(but rarely)

age: 36 / 360

date of birth: may 12th

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

sign: taurus

physical appearance:

faceclaim: dev patel

hair color: black

eye color: dark brown 

height: 6’3

dominant hand: ambidextrous 

signature sent: cinnamon and vanilla

CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Eddie Diaz(911), Derek Hale(Teen Wolf), Jess Mariano(Gilmore Girls), Rowan Whitethorn(Throne of Glass), Tiberius “Cal” Calore vii(Red Queen) 

Backstory

only child born to parents in gaea who had a hard time conceiving for many years that died a few years before he reached maturity

was taken in by his uncle who was a recluse in the night court

his uncle taught him how to sneak and be quiet as his uncle was constantly paranoid and believed that illyrians or other fae would come to his home and kill him

along with learning how to be quiet and to sneak he learned how to observe and understand body language and tone

with his uncle being very anti someone coming and killing him he learned a whole plethora of fighting styles with a multitude of weapons that he taught his nephew 

because of how detached his uncle was ignacio became the same, not fully understanding how relationships and romance work so he's very bad at flirting

when he was 120 years old he moved away from his uncle, going back to gaea and able to live where his parents did

a hundred years later he became spymaster to gaea and has been ever since

headcanons 

rohan knows how to fight with many different weapons but he favors daggers and bows

ro prefers seafood over poultry but he will eat other meat if he must 

will add more as time goes on  

wanted connections 

ex flings, attempted flings, acquaintances because he doesn't know how to make friends, someone who can try to get past his walls and help him become more outgoing

[moorliit]

starter status: closed for @bloodwiine (alisa x utp) location: masquerade

alisa didn't know how long she had been there - a hour or two maybe - but she had began to grow a bit restless already. she was hungry but she was being on her best behaviour given the event and she wasn't going to be the reason behind why it might be ruined. gavitating towards the outskirts of the room, lis picked up a glass of wine from a moving by tray, uncaring if it was intended for someone else. "i had hope that the wine would at least be good..."

[sinvulkt]

Dream Child by muchadoloo ( @muchadoloo ) for AsunaChinaDoll

It is an old Mandalorian proverb that a child is born in one's dreams.

For over twenty years, Din has dreamed of fire and smoke, bloodshed, and bloodcurdling screams. They say it’s a bad omen. They say he's fated to be childless. They say he has no dream child.

What he does have, however, is a persistent green creature who sneaks into his ship, eats all his food, and refuses to leave him alone.

(In which, all Mandalorians receive recurring dreams of their intended foundlings and Din just so happens to be the exception to that rule). Completed, 100k words.

*** ** * ** ***

Chapter 2:

Din makes the choice between gritted teeth and swallowed pride. “Give me the ball.”

“I’m not finished—”

“I answered your questions.”

“Yet, I remain dissatisfied.”

Red flashes before Din’s eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything,” Gavit growls.

A chill cuts through Din, so abrupt and startling that his heart almost stops. Gavit is many things, but cold he is not. His anger is like the heat waves on Nevarro — suffocating, consuming, and demanding to be felt. But this… This is icier. Different.

“On second thought…” Gavit steps back, surveying the ball and the waste chute behind him. Din’s stomach drops. “I don’t think you need this trinket.”

“No.” The word catches in Din’s throat.

“What was that?” Gavit asks, relishing in the power shift. Din grits his teeth, refusing to acknowledge it, but the shift’s already begun. “You want it back? Then, confess.”

Din can feel himself shaking. He can’t just attack him, they both know that. Not without an outright provocation. He forfeited his chance before.

“Confess!”

“I told you. I haven’t—” Din’s voice cracks. He struggles to find the words, different words, but there aren’t any. “I haven’t…done anything.”

“Well…” Gavit says. “You leave me no choice then.”

Din chokes. “No—”

He hurls the ball into the waste chute. It clinks against the rock as it falls, sending echoes ringing through the room. Din can barely hear himself breathing.

It’s…gone.

Gavit approaches, leaning in. “You know why your dreams are fucked, Djarin?” He whispers so no one but Din can hear. “It’s because you’re an ori'vhekad.”

Din jerks, throat closing up. He doesn’t hear Gavit back away. Doesn’t register him addressing the watching crowd. Doesn’t hear anything beyond that slur, ringing dully in his ears like the ball in the chute.

Ori'vhekad.

A word easily translated in Basic to mean: desert. But Mando’a isn’t like Standard; it thrives off of legend, imagery, and story. Their homeworld was decimated, reduced to a wasteland. Incapable of sustaining life. The slur speaks to that history; it speaks of one who depletes life and is as desolate and barren as the desert. One in whom no life exists.

Gold armor turns to him and the white noise drops out. Din returns to himself, numb.

[...]

There’s a sense of finality and satisfaction in the air. Of jobs well done.

It’s all quite normal, ordinary, almost boring. Yet, Din feels a strange stab of envy as he stands apart from the activity. He could never fit in here — not with the way it is now. The feeling brings with it an old taunt.

You don’t belong here.

You’re weak.

A coward.

Din thins his lips together, trying to stop the swell of emotion from crashing over him, but it is already clawing its way out of his throat. Sorrow always shows up for him like a game of hide-and-seek. It goes in search of his voice first (because that’s the first thing he hides), pushing out an inhuman sound (something brittle, strained, and taunt like a cord finally snapping). He won’t let it. He can’t.

Din digs his fingers into his palm, trying to find his way back to solid ground, but he’s so tired. His rifle is broken and he smells terrible and he’s standing on sinking...

Sand.

Desert.

Ori’vhekad.

A choked sound catches in his throat and Din bites his tongue, forcing it back down.

Not here, he pleads. Not now.

Chapter 5:

When Din was young, time was his closest ally. There was so much of it then. He was only twenty-three; dreams could change, predictions could be false and, more importantly, people could be proven wrong.

He had time.

It only took getting older for him to finally learn the truth — that time is not a friend, but a thief that steals from you every chance it gets. Give it time, many in the Covert said when he begged for the dream to change. Give it time, and Din did. He gave it time, and time only stole years off his life.

He won’t waste another moment entertaining notions of “what could have been” and “what should have been” when what is stands in front of him, asking him to be a man about it. If there’s anything life has taught him, it’s that everything creeps steadily towards death and decay (that, is the “gift” of time). People are born only to die, and life is a gift that everyone has to return eventually.

He knows that.

At least, he knew that once.

It was foolish of him to forget something so elementary.

[news365timesindia]

[ad_1] Mumbai: A 6-year-old boy was killed in a tragic accident in the Vashi area of Navi Mumbai, after an SUV crashed and landed on the bonnet of his family’s car late Saturday night. A senior police official confirmed the incident saying that the incident occurred when the SUV lost control due to unknown reason and collided with a road median. During the accident, the rear portion of the vehicle was thrown onto the bonnet of the victim’s car travelling in the opposite direction.The accident took place on the busy stretch of road in Vashi around 11.45 PM. In the accident, the child, who was travelling with his parents, suffered severe injuries and was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he succumbed to his injuries. Fortunately, his parents, who were also travelling in the same car were reportedly left unharmed in the collision.Police have registered a case of accidental death and are conducting further investigations to determine the exact cause of the SUV’s crash. Preliminary reports suggest that speed may have been a factor for the crash, but the authorities have not ruled out other possibilities.The deceased child has been identified as Harsh Arethia, who body was sent for post-mortem. "The SUV hit a road median and its rear part rose some 7 feet in the air and then crash landed on the bonnet of the car in which deceased Harsh Arethia was travelling along with his father and three cousins," a senior police official said.A case of causing death by negligence and rash driving was registered against SUV driver Vinod Pachade, a resident of Ghansoli, on the complaint of Hrash's father Mavji Arethia, Vashi police station API Dipak Gavit said. Further legal action into the matter is being taken. [ad_2] Source link

[news365times]

[ad_1] Mumbai: A 6-year-old boy was killed in a tragic accident in the Vashi area of Navi Mumbai, after an SUV crashed and landed on the bonnet of his family’s car late Saturday night. A senior police official confirmed the incident saying that the incident occurred when the SUV lost control due to unknown reason and collided with a road median. During the accident, the rear portion of the vehicle was thrown onto the bonnet of the victim’s car travelling in the opposite direction.The accident took place on the busy stretch of road in Vashi around 11.45 PM. In the accident, the child, who was travelling with his parents, suffered severe injuries and was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he succumbed to his injuries. Fortunately, his parents, who were also travelling in the same car were reportedly left unharmed in the collision.Police have registered a case of accidental death and are conducting further investigations to determine the exact cause of the SUV’s crash. Preliminary reports suggest that speed may have been a factor for the crash, but the authorities have not ruled out other possibilities.The deceased child has been identified as Harsh Arethia, who body was sent for post-mortem. "The SUV hit a road median and its rear part rose some 7 feet in the air and then crash landed on the bonnet of the car in which deceased Harsh Arethia was travelling along with his father and three cousins," a senior police official said.A case of causing death by negligence and rash driving was registered against SUV driver Vinod Pachade, a resident of Ghansoli, on the complaint of Hrash's father Mavji Arethia, Vashi police station API Dipak Gavit said. Further legal action into the matter is being taken. [ad_2] Source link

[todayworldnews2k21]

Maharashtra Election Result 2024: Full List Of Winners And Their Constituencies

Seat Party/Candidate Party/Candidate 1 – Akkalkuwa (ST) Amshya Fulji Padvi -Shiv Sena – WON Adv K C Padavi – Cong  2 – Shahada (ST) Rajesh Udesing Padvi -BJP-Won Rajedrakumar Krishnarao Gavit – Cong 3 – Nandurbar (ST) Vijaykumar Krushnarao Gavit -BJP-Won Engg. Kiran Damodar Tadvi -Cong 4 – Nawapur (ST) Sharad Krishnarao Gavit – Independent Shirishkumar Surupsing Naik – Cong – Won 5…

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‘ dev patel , cis male, he/him, 36 / 360 , high fae ’ - cauldron save you. it seems ROHAN GAVIT  has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from GAEA is said to be DISCREET and is said to describe themselves with SCARS MARING TAN SKIN, THE INABILITY TO LET SOMEONE IN, FOCUSING ONLY ON THE JOB, HOLDING BACK A SMILE OF AMUSEMENT, WORDS LACED WITH SARCASM and with all of this in mind their STEELY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

[calekinnieplus]

Spoilers for The Author's POV until chapter 363?

HAHAHA I KNEW RANDUR WAS ON OUR SIDE!

(albeit not 100% sure, but was pretty sus)

Ever since that shared smirk that Randur had with Waylan, I was like "hoh??? I got my eye on you. You're part of the plan, aren't ya?"

And then the Gavir (or whatever. The big boss elder dwarf) guy was stabbed in the back by Randur and I was like "*gasp* I thought you were part of the plan, dude! What's with the stupid villain monologue??"

But then! I remembered! That Ren said Gavit or whatever will not be pleased with the next turn of events. The mana contract and confirmed death made me sus, but the old dude is alive!!

Wonderful plan, Ren ! Always a pleasure watching your plans unfold

[blogynewsz]

"Unforgettable Feat: India Shatters Records, Surpasses 100 Medals at Asian Para Games"

Indian para-athletes achieved a significant milestone on Saturday at the Asian Para Games in Hangzhou, as they secured their 100th medal. Dilip Mahadu Gavit was instrumental in this achievement, winning a gold medal in the Men’s 400m T47 event with an impressive run time of 49.48 seconds. This victory marks the first time that the Indian para contingent has reached the remarkable milestone of 100…