#quick revision

[academiawho]

Nitrogen Cycle Imp Microbes

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If you're preparing for your 12th board exams, one important topic you'll need to know is Alternating Current (AC). In this video, we'll provide a quick revision of AC to help you prepare. We'll cover all the important concepts and formulas related to AC, including RMS voltage, power factor, inductance, capacitance, reactance, impedance, and phase angle. We'll also explain the difference between AC and DC (direct current), and why AC is used in many applications. Our tutorial will include easy-to-understand explanations, examples, and diagrams to help you grasp the key concepts. We'll also provide some tips and tricks to help you remember the formulas and equations. Whether you're a science student preparing for your board exams or simply looking to refresh your knowledge of AC, this video will provide a comprehensive and efficient review. Don't miss this opportunity to brush up on your AC knowledge and ace your 12th board exams! Class Notes :- https://drive.google.com/file/d/10QYl...

[visionias]

reVISION | 13th Feb 2023

Indian Polity, Constitution & Governance (1)

[abhimanyuclasses]

Chapter 10 Circles | Class 9 Maths | Edudel Support Material 2022-23 | CBSE Exam 2023

In this video you get a solution of Chapter 10 Circles for Class 9 Mathematics from Support Material 2022-23

[silversoulstardust]

props to the animators for being so fucking accurate on the anatomy of rei's injury. in case you have any doubt this man is permanently disabled on his right upper limb from all the nerve damages. just so he could leave the organization and stay with his family. i am feeling so normal about them :)

[scarnemo]

just a nice peaceful picnic

nothing more~

[dayurno]

this is somewhat of a vent post & something i said i would not do again but has been plaguing me enough that i think getting it out might feel better. so. has anydoggy else been. Baffled and upset by nora sakavic’s refusal to speak on how terribly aftg has treated its characters of color? with the author of the series coming back with a new book and starting up on her online activity again, and questions of what she’d change about aftg bubbling up, it’s particularly glaring to me that we are all playing this very long game of pretend where we ignore how badly the non-white cast has been treated & her lack of thoughts on it

and i understand not wanting to bring up nicky and thea because people pick on her for it. i’m not trying to discredit nora sakavic’s terrible history of getting harrassed online by aftg fans. but i think it is very cynical, and it is very juvenile, and most of all very cruel, that she gets to ignore the very real ways the books have set up these characters to be hated. i think it’s obvious why the characters who get the most hate are the only canonical characters of color, and i think we do not get to treat this like a deliberate decision on the fandom’s part when the books have put these same characters in degrading and embarrassing and terrible positions in the first place. aftg is not a story about nice characters with clean pasts, but there is a very specific nastiness to the only characters of color being a brown man who sexually harasses and later assaults the main character, a black woman whose only scene is her lashing out at her love interest after being ignored for the first two books, and the japanese villain who gets maybe two lines of complexity before he goes back to being a terrible person. the white cast, in comparison, while not at all free from flaws, are never shown to commit mindless evil; all of their actions are ultimately justified. the book goes out of its way to give them concession after concession. we know exactly who to side with, because aftg tells us who these people are. does nicky’s assault ever get addressed in the books? does riko’s reasoning to be the way that he is ever gets more than briefly aluded to? is thea reserved even a shred of humanity or grace in her one scene?

anyway. it’s been years of talking about this and the fandom has been constantly hostile to criticism in this regard, and more recently any criticism at all, and it’s Grating to be on the other side of this discussion. it’s exhausting to know that in ten years we do not get even an acknowledgment besides the author saying she will not answer questions about nicky and thea anymore. it’s upsetting and it’s ugly and i wish no one had to talk about this again, but we do because what i thought was common sense has been washed away by a sudden influx of no-nuance adoration for the trilogy. basically i hope we all explode

[magnusbae]

Hi! What about "Can you stay with me?" (and if you'd like it my bonus prompt is "drunk") 💗

The initial draft was written while I was quite literally fainting late at night & the second one fully rewritten while I am dazed and out of it. I would say that I was method writing Obi-Wan who is indeed very much drunk in this one, dearest anon. Thank you for the prompt~ 😊💖

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Obikin || 4,004w || Drunk Obi-Wan is agonized by the prospect of his freshly knighted Padawan leaving him behind— and more. 😌 Some flavors of gentle lime in this drink, very light, very sweet. 🍋💖

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"Can you stay with me?"

Obi-Wan Kenobi sounds properly pathetic and he knows it. Grasping at Anakin’s Tabards as he is, mind swirling in hazy circles around the notion he was doing his very best to avoid thinking about for the past few months. It is not long now that Anakin would look at his Master and see him for what he really was. Perhaps even today. Inebriated as he is, he makes for a good serving of disillusionment. All Anakin needs to do is look, and see, and then…

It seems inevitable—his Padawan will leave.

Former Padawan. Anakin is no longer his Padawan, and that is the heart of it, isn’t it? The severed braid was the firs step. Them having each a battalion of their own, stationed light years away from each other with only the occasional joint mission, a second. The third and final step would be for Anakin to finally open his eyes and look, and see.

It won’t be hard to unveil the carefully crafted Jedi Master facade Obi-Wan had cultivated for the past decade. No, it won’t be hard at all. If Anakin were to stop glorifying him, stop shaping him to be what ever form of idol he had needed for while growing up, if only he were to take an unbiased look at him…

There will no longer be, Kenobi and Skywalker.

For the naked truth was, Anakin had outgrown him, had become more powerful and capable than his Master. There’s little left that Obi-Wan could still offer, still teach. He should be proud. The only one still refusing to see it, is Anakin himself. Once that revelation comes to pass however, it will be complete. A true break, as befitting the Jedi way. Obi-Wan finds no peace in the thought, no completion nor satisfaction in the successful completion of his Padawan’s training—a symbol of his own Mastery.

Not when it means losing him. Not then.

Given his state of drunkenness, words slurred and feet unsteady, he thinks that it’s worth putting to question whatever or not he was a good Jedi at all, least of all a Master. Try as he might, he finds it hard to ponder further. His choice to look inward is as always an avoidance, an escape. An easy detour from looking outward, from looking at Anakin. Anakin who’s eyes he can feel like a physical touch, boring into his very soul.

Obi-Wan’s avoidance is nearly as strong as Anakin’s natural magnetism. One is counseling him to avoid looking, save himself the pain of witnessing the exact moment in which the realization dawns upon the boy. The second, stronger still, demands his undivided attention on him, demands him to look. Demands him. 

Obi-Wan looks up, he meets those eyes, his demise.

Anakin’s eyes widen and he blinks, endless blue clearing as if coming out of some sort of shock.

“Can I—” Anakin splutters “—Obi-Wan, even if the council explicitly ordered me to go save the entire karkin universe just now, I wouldn’t be leaving your side— stars you’ve any idea what you look like right now?

Obi-Wan’s tongue is heavy but he parts his lips to answer, something clever to be sure, he always finds something to say.

“No, never mind.” Anakin cuts in before he could speak. There’s such decisiveness in his tone, such confidence. His former Padawan stands tall, his arms are strong and sure as he handles Obi-Wan closer, making him lean more of his weight against his chest. It’s broad and firm. Obi-Wan should not be noticing those things, should not be aware of those things. It is a further evidence that his Padawan is well and truly grown. Further evidence of his own failing as a Jedi, as a Master, as a…man. Obi-Wan should not be inhaling and smelling home. Should not be leaning closer, itching all over for more, more.

“You’re so wasted that I am surprised you’ve even recognized me at all.” Anakin continues talking, as if the universe is not shifting beneath Obi-Wan’s feet as it is him who finally looks with his gaze unbiased. “The drunken messages though, those you will be seeing tomorrow” there’s dark mirth in that dear voice. “I bet you wanted to send them to— someone else.” Anakin glances at him, eyes narrowed.

Obi-Wan’s offenses at Anakin’s assumption he could ever not recognize him dies over under his gaze, dark and rich, his eyes are captivating. Before Anakin, he did not know that a blue can hold such multitudes. Both the clear morning sky, and the moon lit sky. Beautiful. They loosens his tongue as well as any truth serum would. That or the bottle he had finished on his own finally soaked through.

“I will always—”  His voice comes out so thick that he coughs, starting Anakin from his dark contemplations, whichever those might be. His eyebrows furrow and he quickly snatches a cup of something clear off of a passing robo-waitress’s tray. Irritated with the distraction, Obi-Wan accepts it and drinks if only to make way for the words to follow. He will not let it go. Not now that he’d started. “I will always recognize you, Padawan Mine, drugged, beaten, or otherwise preoccupied— I will always—” “Drugged?!” Anakin cuts in again, arms tightening around Obi-Wan and strangling the annoyed huff at being cut again “You did not mention anything about being drugged, what the kark’ Obi-Wan?!”

Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry, similar to how being drugged would feel. His mind swims and all he sees is Anakin. There’s warmth in his chest, there’s a burn in his gut, there’s a tug in his— 

“It’s hard to tell” he says sheepishly, embarrassed, eyes straying away from Anakin’s strong jaw and up, up to the lights on the ceiling. He should not be thinking of how Anakin’s proximity is enough to replicate a strong drug. How out of orbit he feels around him as of late. “They all start the same, so…” 

Anakin is hardly listening. Instead he is surveying the club with a look of fury that is bordering on homicidal, freeing one hand to rest it on his lightsaber. There’s the distinct feeling of Anakin stretching his force signature out, covering the room, no doubt attempting to locate anyone within their proximity who might have dared drug his former Master. Oh if only he knew that he was the culprit all along. 

Obi-Wan snorts, finding an odd sense of humor in it.

Anakin’s gaze darts back to him, sharp and accusing. He looks so handsome under the colorful, dim lights. He looks so… 

“Ah-nakin.” Obi-Wan sighs out and shuts his eyes lest his spinning head forces him to sober up in the most un-jedi manner.  

“Stay with me,” the request comes so easy, what was it that he was so afraid of? It’s so easy, too easy. Frighteningly so, to reach and touch Anakin’s forearm. There’s skin beneath his touch, warm and human, tense muscles beneath. “Ah” Obi-Wan sighs out in realization. Anakin had rolled the sleeves, so very unofficial for a Jedi and yet so very Anakin of him.

Master Windu would have hated it. It wouldn’t surprise Obi-Wan if this was exact reason why Anakin did it to begin with, after all, he was most adept to handling heat and was not bothered by it even while all else were. Obi-Wan really should have reprimanded the boy more often, should have stopped Anakin from executing all those harmless little vendettas of his while growing up.

If only he did not find them to be so endearing, so amusing. If only he was a better Master, a proper Master. He would have. 

His brain is foggy and he had already forgotten what was it it that he had hoped to achieve by touching Anakin, only that his fingers are circling his wrist and touching the spot at which he can feel his life pulsing. What a terrible habit it is, being intoxicated while negotiating. You should only ever drink enough to appear drunk, never more. How is he to get what he wants, when he has no ideas what it was? 

Obi-Wan’s eyelids are heavy when he tries to blink them open and focus on Anakin. There’s the signature frown, so familiar Obi-Wan can’t help but smile. Anakin is chewing his lips, a compulsion he had never managed to rid himself of. He looks torn between the need to locate and deal with the ‘enemy’, and…. Obi-Wan. 

The way Anakin looks, that should not be reminiscent of the targets Obi-Wan opts for charm as the main form of negotiation with. Should not stir the excitement of a hunt, of a game to be won. Obi-Wan should not use his looks to achieve his goals, he should not use them to get what he wants, he should be a better man than that.

Obi-wan is not a better man. 

Licking his own dry lips, he let’s go off of Anakin’s wrist and reaches for Anakin’s cheeks. There’s a tremble in the touch, his, Anakin’s? He is not certain. 

“Dear One, you can chase your enemies tomorrow.” He speaks in a hushed murmur, he hopes he sounds soft and alluring “Tonight, will you guard this drunk Master of yours?” he looks up, through his lashes, breathing shallowly, feeling hot, hot, hot all over. 

Anakin let’s go off of the lightsaber. It’s an answer enough to what he had picked. It still is deeply gratifying to feel the boy’s hand cover his own, guide it until he wraps his arm around Anakin’s shoulders. It’s an awkward angle, with Anakin being taller than he— he cares very little for it when Anakin wraps an arm around his waist. 

“Let’s go.” He is tight lipped and determined, guiding Obi-Wan out and into a speeder that is parked not far off. If Obi-Wan was even slightly more aware, he’d realize just how much attention the pair of them had draw, how all of the eyes had followed them out. Sometimes he forgets, how famous they had become during this accursed war. Sometimes, he is glad to not remember. 

Anakin is terribly efficient at getting them to the Temple. One blink of an eye they’re flying through the busy highways of Coruscant, the next he is tossed unceremoniously onto a bed that feels and smells familiar. His bed.

They’re in his quarters. Their quarters until very recently. He is breathing harder and he does not dare to think of why. If he does not think, it does not exist. He is self aware enough only to feel how disheveled his robes feel on his body, how messy his hair is, how hot his skin feels all over. He is a mess. 

“Dear one?” he questions. He refuses to acknowledge how his own tone drops, refuses to admit he is rolling his vowels in a way he knows thickens his accent in the most attractive of ways. He doesn’t know why he is flirting with Anakin Skywalker when the boy is barely out of his knighthood and is Anakin. His Anakin, his Anakin on whom he just looked in a way he really should not be looking at, through his eyelashes, with a heavy, wanting gaze. 

The redness of Anakin’s cheeks is evidence enough that he hears and understands the situation well enough. That he is very much aware of what his Master is doing. That he is… perhaps affected. 

Obi-Wan swallows, trying to push himself up to his elbows. He needs to sober up, he must tell him that he is merely jesting, that it is all a little tease, a little laugh, nothing more, just….

Anakin cuts him to it. Before he can excuse, or joke, or explain.

“Not while you’re drunk.” Anakin bites, sounding frustrated, lips swollen red from biting. Obi-Wan startles, surprised. 

What did Anakin just say? Imply?

Blatantly threw straight into his face, more like. 

Yes, but not while he is drunk.

Absurdly, a swell of pride fills his chest to the brim. Anakin’s manners and chivalry surprises him, pleases him. He had raised him well after all, he did not fail him, at least not in this.

His pleasure must bleed into the Force as Anakin regards him with a dark, baffled look. It’s so dark, most would find it intimidating, but for Obi-Wan it’s… dear. He can see the gentleness in that look, the care. There’s warmth in the force when Anakin insist on tucking him in, fingers methodical in the short, careful gestures. Tucking him in as if he was a child. Him, his Master. Former. 

Obi-Wan was tucked in only once in his lifetime, at least as far as he can remember. His first night in the Jedi Temple. So tense he was, so out of his depth, that the he was taken pity of, tucked in with a quiet promise of everything making sense soon. It helped.

It had never happen again. 

“Ahnakin.” he tries to protest, tries to pull a face of offended indigence. It’s hard to do when he is practically shining within the force. A single look from his apprentice is enough to quiet him down. 

“Master.” Anakin replies, and there’s a little eyeroll there. His cheeks are still flushed but he seems as determined as Obi-Wan to not address the Bantha in the room. “You really should be more careful” he lectures him in a way Obi-Wan can distinctly remember doing a few years back, when Anakin had gotten drunk for the first time. 

He leaves then, without a word. Obi-Wan’s throat closes and there’s a pang of pain in his heart. No this. He remembers now. Him. Leaving. That was the whole reason, that was why—

“Master?” Anakin sounds concerned, a glass of water and a container of what looks to be painkillers in his hands. “Are you sick?” a few strides and he is by Obi-Wan’s bed again, placing he glass and container at the bedside table. He looks well and truly worried. 

Unthinking, Obi-Wan sits up. So sudden that he does feel sick from the motion. He ignores it. He reaches for Anakin’s face with both hands, cupping his cheeks with a grip that is too strong, too desperate. A Jedi should not hold onto things with such fervor. 

All it takes for him to lean is to Anakin, is to stop resisting if only for a moment. Anakin’s pull was always there, stronger and stronger until it had become a daily challenge to ignore it, to pretend he does not feel it. All it takes is to stop resisting and his lips find Anakin’s, pressing against that plush softness, inhaling his exhale and finally, finally feeling anchored, inside the orbit he was always meant to circle.

He tilts his chin, leans in, knowing his beard will scratch pleasantly against the smooth jaw, kisses in deeper—

“Mahster—!” Anakin gasps into the kiss, a pang of shock and uncertainty clouding the force around them, sipping through the open nerves of their broken bond.  He does not want to take advantage of his Master, does not want him to end up hating him, does not want him to wake up and be disgusted, appalled— but he wants, he wants so badly. 

“Oh, Anakin.” Obi-Wan breathes out, unsure if it’s endearment of relief that fills him up with warmth, with lightness. One thing he is certain of, no one had ever been, or will be, as sweet, as kind, as dear as Anakin is to him. “I could never hate him.” There’s a drunken lisp to his voice, he needs a moment to correct himself. “You.” He manages, meeting Anakin’s eyes and not blinking, not wanting to miss a single moment. Wanting to see the exact moment in which Anakin realizes he is serious, that he is the most honest he’s been in years. 

Anakin seems to be realizing it too, his eyes widening and cheeks coloring a deeper red than before, he bites his lip.

“I might be…” Obi-Wan’s gaze drops to Anakin’s lips and he thinks about… “intoxicated…” he forces himself to look up, away from temptation, away from sin. “Drugged, possibly.” He is still not fully certain if he is, or it truly is just Anakin with a touch of alcohol. “But I am very much aware that…” he smiles before completing the sentence, it widens so much further with the words to come “…my Padawan simply cannot take advantage of his Master…” there’s really no need to be using this many terms of belonging, especially when they are outdated and irrelevant, but he just cannot… “On the contrary, I am the one who should be deeply ashamed for…mnnn-” 

Anakin’s lips quiet him up, he was never a patient listener, never could hear his Master finish a thought. This is the most effective he had ever been at cutting Obi-Wan’s line of thought, by far. He kisses him in a way Obi-Wan would have never guessed him capable of— it’s soft, sweet, patient. A tender thing, careful, loving. Obi-Wan gasps. Thinking, dazedly of how Anakin will grow to be an amazing lover, so attentive, a beast holding back his fangs in favor of gentle lips… 

The thought sets a burning coil of arousal deep in Obi-Wan’s gut.

Not good. Beyond not good. He should…. 

The thought is present and yet he licks at Anakin’s lips, asking for permission. He is granted one without resistance, without hesitance. Anakin’s lips part and he can taste him and oh, oh. Obi-Wan groans, muscles tensing as he shifts to sit straighter, moving a hand to Anakin’s nape and pulling him closer.

He nearly chokes when the boy sucks on his tongue, arousal shocking him into near soberness. 

“Anakin…” he knows, there’s not enough alcohol in the universe to convince him that this is not going too far, he knows and yet… 

He kisses Anakin again, a little hungrier, a little more wanting.

He must stop this madness. To think that he had started it, to think that he had taken advantage of his trusting, sweet—

“No, Master.” Anakin answers, and Obi-Wan wonders just how much of his shields is truly left if his thoughts can be read so easily, so plainly. “You’ve asked me to stay, and I will stay.” That assuredness is back, firm and leaving no space for argument. This is the same man who leads men on a battlefield, who commands, who leads. Obi-Wan finds it impossibly, undeniably, devastatingly attractive.

“You will sleep.” Anakin decides then, tearing his eyes away from Obi-Wan long enough to gesture at the lights, turning them off with the force. “And I will stay with you.” His eyes land back to Obi-Wan, dark mirth dancing in what Obi-Wan can still see of him. “To keep you safe, Master.” He is teasing him, the little devil.

“How will it even…” Obi-Wan doesn’t want to mention how narrow the bed really is, Anakin would know, with his constant complaints about how leg room and… 

“Don’t worry about that.” Anakin answers, confidence so cocky, so boyish that Obi-Wan huffs a surprised laughter, breaking into giggling when Anakin practically falls on top of him. They struggle like that, laughter mixing, limbs tangling, hair in a mouth and fingers against sides— Anakin captures him then, they’re on their sides, Anakin’s back is firm as he pulls Obi-Wan all the way to himself, forming….

“Absolutely not!” Obi-Wan’s voice raises and breaks a little, attempting to wriggle out of the trap he inadvertently fell into. There’s still some pride life in him. He will not permit this Jedi Knight, his former Padawan no less, big spoon him, 16 years his senior and former Master. Force be his witness, he will not allow it.

Anakin makes a suffering, exasperated exhale when Obi-Wan manages to slip out of his grip— only to be yanked back by the force. All he manages is a choked gasp of protest before the air is knocked out of him, his back hitting a firm chest a little too hard. There’s a vindictive sort of satisfaction in hearing Anakin chokes out a surprised exhale too, clearly, he did not account for the impact being this strong.

“Karkin’ hell…” he hears the boy muttering and snorts out, laughing even while Anakin wraps his mechno-arm around him, pulling him back into the not-as-offensive as before little spoon position. Fine, he thinks. He’ll allow it, just for this one night…. 

His eyes close and he shudders when Anakin’s nose press against his nape, he can feel the slow, deep inhale— can feel the content exhale that follows. 

“Finally.” Anakin breathes out, as if he was waiting for this moment longer than the few minutes  just now. Like he needed it, himself. Like it was not Obi-Wan, pathetic and alone, messaging his former Padawan while drunk beyond reason that led him here, but his own needs, own wants. Like he needed this too, him. Like he needs him. Obi-Wan. 

“Oh Force…” Obi-Wan calls upon it without realizing, without meaning it. Only the force can stand witness to this moment, judge it, measure it. Guide him, tell him right from wrong. “Force.” His voice trembles with it, realizing for the first time that Anakin does see him, in truth, does and still…

“It’s fine with it.” Anakin remarks, nonchalant, amusement coloring the timbre of his voice. “You don’t have to shout at her, I don’t think she like it very much” Anakin refers to the Force differently every time, Obi-Wan suspects he does it simply for the joy of throwing off the younglings.

It unsettles Obi-Wan as well, he will not admit that much, though. Anakin’s connection with the force was always stronger, always different than anyone else’s. If he’s saying that the Force is not finding this offensive…. Obi-Wan will trust him. Anakin enjoys messing around at times, stretching the truth about how the Force works, but he’d never lie about this, not to him. 

Obi-Wan’s body relaxes so completely that he practically sags into Anakin, relief, so much relief. It feels…. Good. There’s rightness to it that even without the Force humming pleasantly in his ears, he’d recognize. Like sharing a sleeping cot in the war zones, minus the blood and gore and pain… it feels secure, it feels…good…. 

He feels himself being lulled to what he suspects will be a long and restful sleep. Such a luxury as of late. “Mnh..” He jolts a little when a hand moves across his side, resting at his hip bone and then back up to his side. He should not permit Anakin this much leeway with him and yet…. He likes it… oh he likes it.

So he doesn’t comment it, allowing him to continue, to stroke him and care for him, and hold him. He is not leaving. 

Sleep comes ease, as easy as an inhale. One moment he is aware of all that surrounds him, the scent and warmth, the weight and touch. The next he is sinking into the open embrace of rest. Distantly, he feels the touch of a Force Signature he knows as well as his own. It is the only half of it, after all. Accepting it, is as easy as breathing too. 

There’s a distant shift, even in sleep he can feel the bond snapping back into place, like moons falling into a familiar route, circling a singular sun. Maybe it was not Anakin who was the sun around which Obi-wan was revolving all along, but their shared….

[hualianisms]

Revised TGCF Novel: Hualian as Yin Yu's sect leaders in YY's dream

I talked before in a previous post about the changes to YY's arc/the quanyin flashback in the revised novel, but didn't have space to elaborate about the context regarding YY's dream. so I decided to make a proper post explaining the full context behind it!

these are the sequence of events in the revised novel that lead to the quanyin flashback sequence (ch 134-139 in the revised):

YY was digging with the earth master shovel in the Mount Tonglu tunnels to make tunnels for XL, HC and the other gods to travel in (the same tonglu tunnel scenes from the original novel).

then, YY's shovel accidentally hit a mountain monster/demon (it's implied that it's bc of XL's bad luck - bc YY had asked XL where to dig next and followed the direction XL told him)

the mountain monster tries to swallow YY's consciousness whole. HC said that to wake up from being swallowed by the mountain monster, you have to recall your most painful/worst memories, or the memories that cause you strong enough emotions of pain/anger/torment that it will keep your consciousness awake. otherwise, your soul will be consumed entirely by the mountain monster.

HC cast the butterfly dream spell on YY to make YY fall asleep and start dreaming. HC said YY will now naturally recall his most painful/difficult memories. with the butterfly spell, Hualian can now enter YY's dream.

YY is dreaming about his memories starting from finding QYZ outside their sect as a 10 year-old child, up to YY's banishment (this is the quanyin flashback sequence from the original novel. it is largely the same as in the original, except with a couple of new scenes/moments)

(context: when HC casts the butterfly dream spell, the person dreaming has to subconsciously fit Hualian into the existing characters/setting in their dream, so that Hualian can be a part of their dream world. YY's mind subconsciously imagined XL as his Shibo and HC as his Shizun. they are co-sect leaders, with the Shibo ranking highest in the sect. the Shibo is oldest; he is the Shizun's shixiong.)

XL turns up in YY's dream as YY's Sect Leader Shibo. there is a scene of him interacting with the disciples when the disciples find QYZ outside the doors of their sect.

We see YY coming up to XL to ask: "Sect Leader Shibo, this kid is pretty good (at fighting). Is it possible to consider taking him into our sect?" XL: "About this, it seems like we should consult Sect Leader... Shixiong?" YY (gets visibly nervous): "But, you know that, with Sect Leader Shizun's temperament, it could be extremely difficult to get him to agree. However, Sect Leader Shizun is willing to listen you about everything..." XL agrees to ask the Shizun. YY: "If it's you asking, Sect Leader Shizun will definitely not object!"

XL then goes to see the Sect Leader Shizun who is indeed HC, dressed in white and looking very elegant (fanart of Shizun HC here). XL tells HC with a smile, "Sect Leader Shidi, your disciples are all so scared of you." HC smiles and replies "Gege, you've actually already guessed that it's me."

then we see the scenes of YY's memories of everything that went wrong regarding QYZ, ending with his banishment, and the memory sequence ends with YY waking up with an anguished scream so strong that it breaks him free of the mountain monster

[bbqhooligan]

On "Kendrick" Defending R. Kelly Music From Spotify bit from 2018 lies:

its important to note that it was TDE CEO Tiffith protesting against Spotify's policy on Kendricks behalf (not even him personally but anyway), basically saying Spotify's blurry ass wording of their policy and immediate picking of R. Kelly was unjust because step by step

censoring artists is bad

censoring artists on incarceration is bad

censoring artists on incarceration with vague wording and criteria is even worse

why does this start with hiphop. like all discrimination does. cuz R. Kelly may have been found guilty but a bunch of old songs where white men sang about and DID mess kids werent taken to court. so they get to stay on the platform?

like id expect Certified Tumblrinas to immediately make the connection that, YEAH, even if you pick something seemingly unanimously agreed upon like "pdf convicted people" to discriminate youre still gonna be erasing more black people than white people cuz theyre arrested and punished more. like. yall didnt graduate basic american racism understanding university im sorry. putting too much trust in what the courts say combined with putting too little mind to why this move was done by Kendrick's label equals:

Yall calling Kendrick an R Kelly defender.

its not even hard to find out, heres the link, i heard that R. Kelly defender shit and read like 8 paragraphs to figure it out. come on

edit: YALL ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS. THIS POST DIDNT SHOW UP IN THE MAIN TAG UNTIL I CENSORED EVERY PDF FILE MENTION.

[litteredcorpses]

no context other than i do think an actual captain and dark encounter would be cool

[b4kuch1n]

ough brain is doing SO bad but sometimes. there are colors

[abhimanyuclasses]

Chapter 13 Surface Areas and Volumes | Class 9 Maths | Support Material 2022-23 | CBSE Exam 2023

In this video you get a solution of Chapter 13 Surface Areas and Volumes for Class 9 Mathematics from Support Material 2022-23

[im-getting-help]

After some nights at Saltburn Oliver's dreams began to changed. At first his dreams played almost like a memory of the days lived since he got there. His mind projected images of sunny days in the fields, clear sounds of soft laughter and water splashing, quiet nights in the dim lit hallways of the mansion. Then they started shifting, creating new stories. It started playing conversation he never had, music he never heard and shared glances and touches he would never experience.

The maze.

Even before he ever set foot inside, he started dreaming of it. The tall green walls, so so narrow it seemed like they were closing in. The center called, something waited for him there, a promise.

Oliver dreamed of Felix under him, his big brown eyes full of tears. Besides him a golden dagger, motifs of the sun and wings carved in the blade, barely noticeable under the red thick liquid that covered it. Oliver looked down, Felix's bare chest was a bleeding mess, open skin and muscle and a broken ribcage. The blood reflected the moonlight, it pooled under him, soaking the open linen shirt and staining the grass.

Oliver slowly pushed his hand into the open wound until it disappeared under the ribs, he moved the left lung aside so he could finally wrap Felix's beating heart delicately between his fingers.

He kept his hand there for a moment, feeling Felix, feeling Felix's life, feeling the beatings of his heart and the shifting of his lungs with each breath.

Felix only looked at him, his face shifting slightly with pain but he remained quiet. His hands beside his body made no attempt to grab or push him. His brown eyes filled with tears looked at him, there was no sign of sadness or anger in his expression.

Suddenly the moment is over, Oliver rips the heart out, blood splatters everywhere. Felix gasped like he tried to scream and breathe at the same time. His eyes rolled back as his body spams for a few seconds. Then is over, he's gone.

Oliver pressed the warm heart against his parted lips and started drinking the dense, rich liquid that poured out with every squeeze.

Oliver was sure that this is what ambrosia tasted like. Felix's blood coated his throat deliciously, it quenched more than just thirst. Each swallow felt like a blessing, a curse being lifted, an embrace, relief, it felt like pure bliss.

After drinking each and every drop Oliver started licking the muscle dry, moaning as he felt the curves and veins against his tongue. Mapping the shape and prodding until satiated. Next came his hands, sucking the dry blood off his fingers with gusto.

Then he brought the heart close to his mouth again and after a final lick he bit into it.

Oliver was savoring it, chewing slowly. He kept the muscle pressed against his lips while doing so, his eyes closed as he indulged. It took some time to consumed it all, his jaw started to feel sore half way through it, but he did it. The pain was a part of the experience, and he wanted to feel it all.

Once finished Oliver sighed, satisfied at last. He bend over Felix, caressing his cheekbones and whipping away the remnant tears. He had to close Felix's mouth before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Finally he felt asleep hugging the body, and then woke up, like every other morning with the curtains being opened for a new sunny morning at Saltburn.

Oliver dreamed of a horned figure that loomed over him. He was sprawled on the grass, silver dagger in hand. A crescent moon was the only source of light.

He buried the tip of dagger under his own ribcage and dragged it up slowly, opening the skin, cutting through muscle. The figure took the blade from his now trembling hands and put it aside. His arms collapsed to the side. Then, the figure started snapping each rib till the left side of his chest was completely open.

"I love you" Oliver whispered. The figure smiled reassuringly before pushing his hand inside.

[the-zoro-project]

East Blue Change Log - 12/7/23

East Blue Saga has been updated!

For CBZ, Chapters 101-108 are now included with the East Blue saga, finishing up volume 12

For all versions there have been some slight fixes such as;

Fixing a part in chapter 100 where Smoker said Navy instead of Marines

Fixed all Volume Covers so the displayed volume count does not include the 0's in front of the main number [Volume 001 -> Volume 1]

Fixed various edited Chapter titles that had an incorrect font with the correct one

Chapters 101-108 are now properly revised and included along with the East Blue saga folder

Changed the edited Blade-Grade System from [Excellent/Great/Good] to now [Excellent/Great/Skillful]

Reverted the 'Zoro Pun Attacks' (Japanese) edit back to his English version of the names

Adding on...

'Zoro Pun Attacks' (Japanese) has been made into an Add-on

'Gum-Gum' (Alternate only) has been updated

See explanation post here for Add-ons, or go to download page here

"What is The Zoro Project?" || East Blue Change Log

[averlym]

Im sorry but can you do 45 angst for parrlyn? U don't have to tho!

45- "leave" (very quick doodle for you!)