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[hindwidictionary]

Exploring the Depth of Hindi Language: The Significance of a HindwiDictionary

The Hindi language, with its roots in ancient Sanskrit, is a tapestry of history, culture, and tradition. Its vocabulary is a reflection of India's diverse landscapes, religions, and influences. To truly appreciate and understand Hindi, one must delve into the vast ocean of words and meanings that make up its lexicon. This is where a Hindi dictionary, or "Hindi Shabadkosh," plays a vital role.A Hindwidictionary serves as a linguistic guide, offering meanings, translations, and insights into the rich tapestry of Hindi words. It is a compendium of knowledge, capturing the essence of Hindi expressions, idioms, and phrases. Whether you are a student, a language enthusiast, or someone looking to communicate effectively in Hindi, a Hindi dictionary is an indispensable tool.

Within the pages of a Hindi dictionary, you embark on a journey through the intricate web of nouns (Sangya), verbs (Kriya), adjectives (Visheshan), adverbs (Kriya Visheshan), pronouns (Sarvnam), prepositions (Sambandhbodhak), conjunctions (Samanarthak), and interjections (Avyay). Each word, carefully defined and explained, reveals its unique significance and contributes to the kaleidoscope of Hindi language.The Hindi Shabadkosh not only assists in deciphering Hindi words, but it also provides translations from English to Hindi and vice versa. It serves as a bridge between two languages, helping learners and language enthusiasts to communicate effectively and accurately. Moreover, it uncovers the idiomatic expressions, proverbs, and commonly used phrases in Hindi, offering deeper insights into the language's cultural nuances.

Beyond its practical use, a Hindi dictionary is a gateway to exploring the language's vibrant literary and artistic heritage. It unravels the hidden meanings in Hindi literature, poetry, and songs, allowing readers to appreciate the nuances and imagery crafted by Hindi words. Furthermore, it acts as a window into the world of Bollywood, where Hindi cinema weaves magic through its dialogues and lyrics.

In conclusion, a Hindi dictionary is a treasure trove that unlocks the beauty and intricacies of the Hindi language. It goes beyond mere translations, enabling learners and enthusiasts to immerse themselves in the cultural nuances and profound expressions that Hindi has to offer. So, embark on this linguistic adventure, discover the power of words, and let the Hindi Shabadkosh be your trusted companion in unraveling the depths of Hindi language.

[emacrow]

The quest to find all the Dannies(Gotta catch them all)

Batman just got back, carrying the feral pun-making toddler still growling at him as he clenched harder on glove that he had to remove to satisfy the feral child.

Considering Joker's pride will be damaged for a while after he got sended in an ambulance to the emergency ER after the painful beating of his life and out pun- lashing he gained from this toddler.

"Back up, mister I am batman, more like a wannabe who obsessed with bats to become them."

Only to noticed Oracle holding the very same toddler who kept calling her Jazz,(are they twins?) Tim is trying to distract another one who trying to touch buttons on the Batcomputer.(triplet???)

Father, I'm keeping this-" damian came down still in his garden uniform, holding another toddler covered in dirt but he quickly noticed the other three toddler everyone else was holding.

"Possibly a meta ability gone wrong?" Tim chirped a bit as he picked up the toddler who whined about tucker not letting him touch the fancy buttons on his new computer.

"His name is danny, and he seems to be running from some people out to get him, and it wasn't safe to stay put together." Oracle said as she wheeled a bit, carrying the supposed danny mumbled softly before glancing worried at the danny in Batman's arms.

"He could have split himself into mini clones?" Tim suggested after giving the kid his spare 3ds.

"Split himself between personality wise, I believe, considering I'm not the jazz he is looking for, you're not tucker, Cass found four during her patrol, Duke got two following him around and I believe batman found the feral one..." Oracle said as she trail off a bit which wasn't good news.

"Some of the rogues also found a couple dannies.."

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[katabay]

THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU, ERIC CARTER!

my laptop charger uhhhhhh. met its end in a very permanent, very fire hazardy kind of way last week. while waiting for a replacement I decided to try and get some work done at the library and was asking around for some urban fantasy (extra points for a mystery plot of some kind) recommendations to check out while I was there

the eric carter series was mentioned a couple of times, AND had the added bonus of having a necromancer for a main character. I love necromancers. someday I'm gonna play one in a game instead of immediately defaulting to vampires.

Fire Season, Stephen Blackmoore

[constellation-skirmishes]

i miss them. my favorite commander/general ship of all time...sorry codywan & rexwalker you lose to the sapphics forever and always.

(now, rexanidala and blyla are never in competition. theyre always tied. but rexwalker vs blyla is another story. always gonna be failgirl whos madly in love & obsessed with her wife. it goes both ways but ouuughhhh)

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[meddwlyngymraeg]

If anyone wants any listening practise or to just appreciate some cool Welsh rap, Sage Todz is on IG dropping bars (with transcripts) so have fun! Also Todz is so cool.

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[fizzytoo]

"do you like it?" "darling, i love it."

[yakittydraws]

I was going to clean this up eventually, but I'll let it be. My excuse; it adds to the chaos. Rukia learns a new greeting! Uryu, please stop messing with the Shinigami, Ichigo can't take it-- I was going to clean this up eventually, but I'll let it be. My excuse; it adds to the chaos. Rukia learns a new greeting! Uryu, please stop messing with the Shinigami, Ichigo can't take it-- BONUS: Rukia shares her new knowledge.

[spyld]

i notice ur account has been active for just short of a year but i wanted to ask if spyld will be revived in 2024 aswell?

Hi! Thank you for asking :)

I've been musing about it recently actually, and even though it was a little mentally exhausting, it was also a lot of fun!! So I think I will try to continue it! People seemed to enjoy it :D

So put May the 7th, 2024, in your calendars! <3

[t4transsexual]

one thing about creating community with the people around you is that you are going to have to deal with people being ignorant/uninformed about shit sometimes. ive met older people who are very accepting of me being trans, but they dont use the most up-to-date terminology for it, and sometimes youre just gonna have to put up with that because someone being uninformed doesnt make them an enemy and these people could help you in the long run

[spanishskulduggery]

Every so often I think it would be fun to make some obviously fake Spanish facts like "oh did you know morar meaning to dwell comes from the idea that you should plant mulberries at your new house because the Romans used the color purple to scare away the chupacabra"

Because some of you would believe me and tell your teachers what you learned and I'm not looking to get cancelled by the PTA again

[ohhcherry]

*takes a deep breath* and OF COURSE dick would let big bad wolf bruce use him for hours on end, sating his needs, no matter any pain or discomfort or overstimulation, he’d willingly bare his neck, his loins, to bruce, telling himself that it’s because he wouldn’t want an innocent person to suffer bruce’s animalistic strength and stamina, not realizing that bruce wouldn’t do this to anyone but him, and in those bleary moments between sessions, when wolf bruce is docile and not fueled by aggressive lust, he’s pressing his head and muzzle against dick, licking at him as gently as he’s able, rumbling out growls so soft and pitiful dick knows they are apologies

Oh, talxns, I was thinking about this all day 😭😭 your writings are so good, and so are your thoughts about their dynamic 🥹

I know right?? He knows that he would be so good for Bruce, he is perfect for taking care of that big bad wolf in his feral state. Who else if not strong and flexible Nightwing could do that? Filling the pressure of that much bigger body, pushing his limits and taking everything that is given to him. And even if it's rough and even painful sometimes, from all of that animal strength, Dick isn't afraid because he can see in the depth of wolf's eyes that it's still his Bruce. So it will be okay, they will go through that together, they will help each other like they always do, forever destined to be partners

Dick easily surrendered to the wolf's will, trapped between that soft and warm furr that touches his skin and the heat that grows strongly inside of him, locking them together

oh wow..anyway I'm crazy but I'm free

[thedramadojo]

How a binge-watch of the Taiwanese Drama "Unknown" (2024) led to a crash course on the differences between Standard and Taiwanese Mandarin.

[pepsicoughdrops]

hello pepsi nation

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[wildpeachfarm]

I'm so conflicted. Don't think he meant to hurt her at all. But idk.

What do you think

I genuinely think he thought it was a perfectly normal interaction and then got blindsided by these accusations. While I do think he put himself on a clear defensive, I also understand because he was under the impression that no one felt upset or uncomfortable in the moment. It's clear in the amount of times he references her body language that I think if he genuinely felt like something was off, he would've stopped and asked her about it.