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[littlestpetship]

brb im giving my s/i a ballerina motif because of this clip and this clip only

[sealoverr]

Wain tadrseen??

kuniv

[sometimes-katie]

Just had to look up how to spell the word conniving. I musta tried like 16 different times before I got it right.

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[d-khalid3939]

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[riadaconsult]

يعتبر التدقيق اللغوي من المراحل المهمة التي تمر بها كتابة الأبحاث والرسائل العلمية، وذلك لأنه يتم خلال هذه المرحلة الكشف عن الأخطاء اللغوية في الكتابة ومعالجتها وذلك من أجل الحفاظ على أصالة العمل وسلامة لغته. نعمل على عرض الرسائل والأبحاث العلمية على مجموعة من المدققين اللغويين من أجل العمل على تنقيح مختلف أجزائها وتصحيح الأخطاء اللغوية الواردة فيها بمختلف أنواعها،

وتشتمل خدمة التدقيق اللغوي على معالجة الأخطاء في الكلمات والأخطاء في تركيب الجمل والفقرات وذلك من خلال أسلوب علمي ووفق شروط ومتطلبات الكتابة الأكاديمية. تشمل خدمة التدقيق اللغوي التي نقدمها مختلف أنواع الكتابات والمؤلفات وهذا يشتمل على الكتابات العلمية والأدبية والتجارية والإعلانية والإخبارية وغيرها.

ونضمن أن يتم العمل على تدقيق كامل التفاصيل من خلال اتباع منهجية علمية دقيقة، مع التأكيد على أن المدققين هم نخبة من الأكاديميين المتخصصين في مجال التدقيق اللغوي.

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[kyobandini-blog]

Chapter 1.

The original language of the spoken dialogue is Croatian.

Bzzt - bzzt - bzzt -bzzt - bzz…

Woken up by the first ring, incorrigibly irritated by the third, and contemplating the caller's murder by fourth, she answered sharply and coldly.

- What?-

She saw no reason to show any sign of amicability in her voice toward the caller, as she knew exactly who it was and what he wanted from her. Only one person would call her at 2 A.M.

- Job, stuck-up bit*h. Standard location. -

The voice over the phone answered her with as much venom as her question carried. Even though it was the last thing she wished to do, she simply answered.

- Be there in 5 minutes.-

She ended the conversation before the caller could say anything else. She found no need to listen to his bit*hing about her behavior towards grown ups. Even though his words have absolutely no impact on her, she found it too early to listen to his unnecessary whining.

Swiftly getting up, she turned the light on and grabbed a plain black long sleeve along with black jogging pants from her wardrobe. Then she opened the other wing and took out her socks and sneakers, both black.

Walking over to her desk she found and wrote on a small Fornax memo: I'll be back. Vladimir's having another panic attack. She got out of her room, turning of the lights and closing a door, and walked over to her parents bedroom, waking her mother up.

- I have to go Mother, be back in an hour, or so. -

Her mother, barely keeping herself awake nodded, and went back to sleep. She knew why Milka was going out and never questioned her. She knew where she was, but she had a slightly wrong idea of what she was doing, and Milka saw no need in correcting her. The less questions her mother asked, the safer she would be.

Exiting the house, she looked around standing in the dead silence of the rainy autumn night. She then proceeded toward Vladimir's house wondering what they got in store for her, and mostly why is it so urgent to summon her in the middle of the night.

Vladimir's house was just a dozen houses down her street so she reached it fairly quickly. Outside the house, the caller waited for her, smoking what she knew was weed. At the very bottom of the stairs she could smell the sweet stench of it. She, unsurprisingly, wasn't even mildly irritated by the fact that he was high and monitoring her on the job. She knew that it was his way of coping up with the outcome when she was finished.

- Ready to work, doll-face? - he asked seductively, earning no response from her. After all, Milka was accustomed to his inadequate behavior under the influence so she paid him little to no mind, as long as he did his part correctly.

- Good morning, Dalibor. Have you prepared the necessities? - she answered shortly while completely ignoring his flirty tone. Then she entered the house, and removed her coat, folding it neatly and placing near the fireplace  by the sofa. When she turned around, she saw him staring at her bottom, like a predator staring at his prey.

But they both knew that he was no predator, and that she was in no way a prey.

- So, the files? - she demanded coldly, - where are they?-

She sat on the sofa, while waiting for him to find them, again. The old age, along with pot, doesn't do him any favors. It's always the same story. One day he won't even know where he left his gun, let alone some files, she thought while watching him kneeling on the floor looking trough some files from her previous jobs.

- You should burn them all. In case the police starts sniffing around. - she mentioned.

- Yeah, yeah, .. Wait, found them!- he exclaimed proudly, while handing them over to her.

While she skimmed over the files, the 54-year-old man tried to read them over her shoulder, but miserably failed in doing so. The files contained some information on her job, that is, her subject. Some files extracted from the corrupt police force, some medical records, some poorly written report on the subject's family, job, rituals,...She smirked at the file, frightening the old man who went to mental Disneyland for a second.

- Alright, take me to him. - 

Milka asked Dalibor to take her there even though she already knew the place inside out. When they entered the basement, covered with what she knew was cutting edge modern sound isolation, Dalibor quickly showed her where the spare clothes were, and told her to give him a call when she was done. 

As he exited the basement, she switched her attention from him to her subject, Matej Kunival - the man who didn't pay his debts in time, and who was damned to suffering by her hand. The man was blindfolded and left to hang by wrists from the ceiling. I adore this position, it offers me various possibilities, she thought and proceeded to get herself ready. Since her job was unique, it required her to follow a set of rules she inflicted upon herself, and with which her employers were in agreement.

1. No perfume during interrogation, hair tied - not to leave evidence, gloves

2. Mask, in case the subject somehow gains the opportunity to see.

3. No unnecessary information revelation.

4. New equipment for every interrogation - can't share one candy between two man.

5. Have fun.

When she finished preparing herself, she turned around and ˝gently˝ punched the sleeping, hanging man in the groin to wake him up. The man, not expecting this wake up call, whined like a hurt animal and began trashing around. It didn't take him long to stop, after all he was frightened and tired from hanging in Vladimir's basement. Matej, from what Milka could guess was fear and the lack of the opportunity to do the thing normally, started urinating on himself and wetting the floor beneath him. She paid no mind to that as she came closer to the shivering man, so close in fact that he could fell her whispering tickling his ear:

- Shall we begin? - 

[manaraao-blog]

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[littlestpetship]

just thinking about the kunival parallels in the song If I Were by Vashti Bunyan. "she didnt love me anyway / if she had she would have stayed" is how kuni felt when i ran away from the fatui (he probably resent me for a little while and considered it a betrayal. cries my eyes out) "he didnt love me now its clear / if he had he would be here" is now my s/i felt waiting for kuni to find her but instead he went to sumeru to become a man-made god... WAHHH!!!!!! *dies dies di

[sealoverr]

kuniv or kilaw

kuniv

[khamada2]

@_hamada مبروك احمد والله يحفظك ووفقك 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 . . #Repost @kw.university with @repostapp ・・・ أعلن نائب رئيس الجمعية العربية للروبوت وممثل الكويت لدى الجمعية العربية للروبوت الدكتور عبدالله محمد المطوع عن نتائج التصفيات التأهيلية للبطولة العربية للروبوت والتي جرت يومي الأربعاء والخميس1-2 مارس2017 في مركز صباح الأحمد للموهبة والإبداع في الصوابر لاختيار أفضل المشاريع. وتصدر قسم هندسة الكمبيوتر بكلية علوم وهندسة الحاسوب بجامعة الكويت المراكز الأولى في التصفيات النهائية استعدادا للبطولة العربية العاشرة للروبوت والتي ستقام في دولة قطر نهاية الشهر الحالي، حيث أسفرت التصفيات المقامة في مركز صباح الأحمد للموهبة والإبداع يومي الأربعاء والخميس الماضيين عن فوز مشروع الروبوت الطيار بالمركز الأول ضمن فئة المسابقة المفتوحة والتي تقدم بها كل من الطالب فهد الفهد ومحمد التركيت وأحمد حمادي ومحمد خالد تحت إشراف الدكتور مهت كراته من قسم هندسة الكمبيوتر بجامعة الكويت، وتتلخص فكر�� المشروع على بناء روبوت طيار يقيس حاجة الأراضي الزراعية من التسميد والري ويقوم بجمع الاحصائيات ورش المغذيات اللازمة في المناطق الضعيفة، ويعتبر الروبوت في مرحلته الثانية وهو من تصميم وإعداد الطلبة أنفسهم حيث تم تركيب محركات مقاومة لظروف الطقس والأمطار والغبار ويمكن للروبوت أداء مهامه بدون تدخل إنساني وفي حال ضعف البطارية يرجع إلى مكانه الأصلي لإعادة الشحن بإشراف بشري وعدا ذلك يقوم بكل وظائفه بشكل آلي، هذا الروبوت مناسب جدا لبيئة الكويت وتم طباعة أجزاء منه باستخدام طابعات ثلاثية الأبعاد ويصلح هذا المشروع لمزارع الوفرة أو العبدلي. كما تأهل الفريق الآخر كل من الطالبة بتول دشتي والطالبة أريج أحمد من قسم هندسة الكمبيوتر بجامعة الكويت لفريق روبوت جامع الكرات والذي هو عبارة عن روبوت يوضع في حلبة يجمع كرات تنس الطاولة منها ويرميها في مرمى الخصم بنفس الوقت. #kuniv_edu #ku #kuniv #kuwait_university #جامعة_الكويت (at London, United Kingdom)

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Kuniv?

La

[d-khalid3939]

تعلم معنا #kcst #ack_students #ack_live #ack #kuniv #kuwait #PAAET #by_force #acm #gustkuwait #q8 #كويت #جامعة_الكويت #التطبيقي #شعب #القائمة_الاسمية #gust #Aum@Jum52_ @kunifany @mention_jam3ii @KUNIV_Q8_ @Kuniv_b @kuniv_smart @Taaluf @Kuniv_F

[la-ttflsf]

Kuniv?

La

[katanamasako]

 ‘escape!’ - Frig for Yuki @stoneandisolation

How they wound up in a cell in the prisons, she had no idea. all she knew is, she didn’t like closed spaces and this was no exception. tapping a claw on the crystal bars enclosing the entrance she hummed, full of energy, and it sparked and stung whatever force was used on them. she looked to Frig and shook her head. “not getting out that way.” she padded about, testing and scratching at the ground. “solid rock too... digging out would be rough for even you.” she shook her head again thinking a moment.

silence. it was weirdly quiet in the cells.

then it struck her, she had something that could help. digging into her pockets.

“Frig, come here, i think... i know a way out, but i need you to trust me.”

she held up a stone, etched with small barely visible runes. “This, is our key.”

Setting it on the ground and pushing frig up against the far wall as it began to throb and a bright light filled the cell before a large amalgamation stood before them. A xorn.

“Kunives! can you... get us out of here? take us to the throne room.” she asked, welll, more demanded really.

the Xorn held out two of three hands, one for each of them to climb into.

@stoneandisolation [hope this works]