#Chapter15

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[tar-thelien]

Well here´s the start of this, I´ll probably not continue it, but oh well

Summary:

On their journey towards Ered Luin, Elladan and Elrohir observe what appears to be a falling star streaking across the sky. As they draw closer they do no find a star, bu a naked man, who seems to be thinking the world is centered around him, that appears to be looking for his flame. Now with a changed mission they try to get the man back to their father for answers, and maybe find his flame on the way, but weird things keep happening, and it is clear, he is not of the Firin or Edhel.

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Elladan gazed intently at the white haired man whom they had picked up, for lack of better wording he supposed, on their journey towards Ered Luin. Their expedition was interrupted by the extraordinary event of a falling star descending from the sky. Elrohir, always driven by his insatiable curiosity, had swiftly darted towards the fallen star, brimming with excitement at the prospect of finding Elang. The occurrence of a falling star was indeed a rare spectacle, and with such brilliant light and mass, leaving behind a crater that rivaled half of Imladris and scorching the surrounding trees with its intense heat.

When Elrohir, although more careful, had gone down into the crater, without horse as it had begun kicking when stirred onto the burned ground, he had not found what he had been searching for, instead, he came across a figure that resembled a human man, though it seemed to be a deliberate guise. Every other being that had experienced the impact of the falling star had perished, their forms reduced to smoldering, lifeless ash, be it plant or animal.

The man was resting on his side, his figure enveloped by his lengthy white locks, resembling a peaceful slumber. Elladan inspected him closely, noticing the absence of any injuries or marks on his body. 

“A Maia?” Elrohir asked aloud, “or something lesser.”

“I doubt it would have to be lesser, but different perhaps,” Elladan answered.

"A Úmaia then?" Elrohir asked once more, "it is evident that it has faced punishment. Be reminded of the story of the Úmaia who came back to his lord and was compelled to endure one century in an Eldar guise as retribution for the harm he inflicted."

"You ever spin up tales," Elladan pondered aloud as he was reminded of one of their childhood stories, "have you ever woven tales where perhaps an entity, whether escaping or simply a shadow gathering enough power to materialize, or perhaps limited to a single form, was fleeing from the encroaching darkness?"

“You spin tales too.”

Now the being sat before them looking at his hands with pure amazement.

"Do not fret," Elrohir reassured the being, "whether it is merely a life or something you have to find, we shall help you,” he said comforting the entity. Contemplating the possibility of the entity being a Maia facing punishment, they pondered why shouldn't they offer their aid if it had already accepted its punishment?

The figure gazed up at them, a sense of pure amusement reflected in its scolding red eyes, and if it hurt looking into them, and it felt as if the being saw what he did, it was merely Elladan´s mind conjuring tales to keep him aware of danger. The danger?

“There are orcs at night,” he said as he moved forward to drown the fire and was stopped by the being´s, the man´s?, cold cold hand, “we do not want them knowing we are here, it is not safe, and not for you if you have been used to a Hröa unable to substance harm, an Eldar´s body is not that strong.”

That the being, now covered by Elladan´s cloak, as it had thrown Elrohir´s cloak away when offered and grabbed for Elladan´s, hadn´t corrected them, they had kept assuming it was a Maia being punished, yet the silence from the bing did worry them. The stillness of the entity raised concerns among them as it showed no signs of breathing. Could its voice have also been deprived of it as a form of punishment? Being of the Ainu, meant being defined by music much more than any other being or creature. The absence of its voice presented a notable absence. What cruel deed could lead to such cruel punishment?

´It has me wondering, does it understand Sindarin?´ his brother asked him over Ósanwe.

´Of course it does! … if it is of the Ainur…´

´What if it is not? What if it is a spirit? A nymph, or maybe from the void?´

“I,” he tried in Quenya, that was what was spoken in Valinor? Was it not? “I- there are orcs at night, we do not want them to find us and attack.”

As the being burst into laughter, the beautiful sound filled the space, captivating everything around and leaving only the laughter and the captivating figure in his sight. What he would not do for this being. Mesmerized, time seemed to stand still as he gazed at the being, witnessing a surreal transformation where crimson hues. Water? Blood? The color cascaded over the once pristine white locks and smooth marble skin, accentuating the laughing lips adorned with so sharp, sharp, teeth. Abruptly as it began, the enchanting moment came to an end.

Glancing towards quickly Elrohir, he observed a mix of awe and discomfort portrayed on his brother's face. Elrohir seemed simultaneously fascinated by something and yet also nauseous.

“No!” the being laughed, “no, no. I shall find my flame, father knows I miss him, I shall bring him back,” yet it had still let them put out the fire, chuckling at them, “I like you,” it said, as if talking to itself, “I like you,” and Elladan and Elrohir had smiled at it and thanked it.

“We shall get you to our father´s city, where you might find better help then, but now we shall eat,” Elladan continued in Quneya as he took the meat from the coals, and gave a piece to the stranger.

“Are you a Úmaia, or a Maia?” Elrohir asked, his question slipped out before Elladan could intervene, and the being looked surprised, “no, no.”

Chucking Elrohir persisted, clearly making an effort to uplift the mood, asked again, “are you of the Valar then?”

The being responded ´no´ once more, before stating, "you have asked twice now," it said, “and so shall I, for I have spent long in loneliness, even so that I would talk to dirt, who is Aran?”

In a state of astonishment, both of them were taken aback by the question. Eventually, Elladan took a moment before responding thoughtfully, "belonging to the Noldor? None remain, the line reached its conclusion with Ereinion's passing, but wonder you not our names?”

“No,” the being said calmly as if there was no more to that, “where am I, I can barely feel my sister,” it said with furrowed brows.

“Ered Luin,” Elladan said, “close to at least. The blue mountains.”

“Are you looking for your sister?” Elrohir asked.

“No, just my flame.”

“Of course.”

“Why wander you alone?” the being asked gulping down its food in one go, as if its mouth led directly to its stomach.

Elladan responded, "it is simpler," however, the creature bared its teeth and exclaimed, "lies, lies, lies! I know all lies, just as I know all truths. You repay my honesty with lies you do!”

Elrohir swiftly interjected, “it attracts less attention, and it is a favor for our father,” as Elladan, taken aback, retreated with his hands inadvertently sinking into the muddy ground behind him.

Back to smiling the being nodded happy, “yes, yes, now ask your question!”

“What shall we call you? It is rude not to know the name of one's guest,” Elladan said and the being laughed again.

“I myself have rarely bothered, but yes, as you will, call me Belegoros.”

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Did Melkor call Elladan and Elrohir dirt? Yes. He did. He´s just happy to have someone to talk too okay? He´s not even sure if it´s something he´s dreaming up or if it´s actually happening. El = Star: Sindarin Ang = Iron: Sindarin Aran = King: Quenya Beleg = Mighty, Great: Gnomish; Note that Beleg in Sindarin means large and one of Melkor´s names in Sindarin is Belegûr which means “He who arises in Might” Oros = Rising: Gnomish Belegoros = He who arises: Gnomish; Note that O or On means he in Gnomish

[thatonegrimm]

The Manager’s Guide to Demon Boybands: A Witch’s Oath

Clear Skies, Subtle Lies

Chapter13/Chapter14/Chapter15

Outdoor Fan Shoot — Early Afternoon

The skies over Seoul had been clear all morning.

A blessing, according to the shoot director. Perfect conditions—sun-dappled clouds, a mild breeze, the kind of soft light that required minimal editing. No filters, no fuss. Just nature doing the heavy lifting. A rooftop garden had been rented for the occasion, styled in florals and delicate pastels. Paper parasols leaned artfully against benches. A vintage watering can was placed just off-center. Someone had fluffed the hydrangeas.

Everything looked easy.

She didn’t relax.

She never did.

Her clipboard had already been flipped through twice. The call sheet had no typos, the prop checklist was intact, water bottles were distributed evenly, and a small, discreet pouch of glamour stabilizers sat at the bottom of her tote. Backup stabilizers. In case anyone’s charm cracked mid-pose. She wasn’t expecting it. But that wasn’t the point. She never expected a problem. She prepared for it anyway.

Her earpiece crackled faintly—then nothing.

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that meant someone somewhere was slacking—or something else was listening.

Beneath the neat layering of her protective wards, she felt it. A subtle shift in the air, like silk catching on a nail. Her wards didn’t buckle. But they rippled—just once. Like something had brushed against them, curious or lost or both.

Something tugged at the edge of her field.

Not strong.

Not focused.

But insistent.

Storm magic.

Wild. Untethered. Probably accidental. She had seen it before—new mages playing with ambient weather without understanding how to shut it down. This wasn’t cast with intent. No direction, no structure. But that made it worse. Magic like that had no anchor. No aim.

And unfocused magic always hit someone.

She moved without urgency, turning slowly as if checking her schedule notes. The click of her pen covered the subtle shift in her expression as her eyes scanned the space.

The rooftop was quiet. Stylists fixing hair. The boys joking softly by the hydrangeas. Nothing overt. But the air shimmered in strange ways near the metal railing. The sound of distant traffic dulled like it had been muffled. And across the rooftop’s edge—just beyond the safety line—a tall antenna leaned into the sky from the building opposite, vibrating faintly with static.

Leyline interference.

Not unusual.

Not safe.

Her gaze narrowed.

This wasn’t a direct attack. There was no hex. No curse signature. It was more like someone had dropped a live wire into a puddle and walked away. Careless. Dangerous. Someone had stirred the sky and left it to unravel on its own.

She reached into her tote, fingers closing around a small glass tin. The lid clicked open with the soft snap of habit. Inside: mirror-dust, finely ground and faintly glowing, like powdered glass under moonlight.

She dipped her fingers inside.

The shimmer clung to her skin. Not bright. Not visible to anyone untrained. But enough.

Enough to bend stray magic away.

To hold the weather at bay.

She exhaled slowly, grounding herself.

She didn’t need a spell circle.

She was the circle.

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The shoot was just finishing when the temperature dropped.

Not in a slow, creeping way. Not in the way shade might slide over a rooftop or a breeze might curl through flower petals. It dropped like something had cut the sky open and let the chill spill out.

Romance stood near the flower cart, clothed in loose white linen like a Regency ghost caught mid-dramatic exit. His hand draped over a bouquet of baby’s breath and garden roses, held in the least natural way possible—as if it had personally offended his concept of masculinity.

“Hold it softer,” the photographer called.

Romance smirked. “I am holding it softly. This is my softest.”

Behind the potted rosebush, Baby had already finished his shots and was stealthily peeling open a second snack bag. He crouched behind the hydrangeas like an idol in exile, popping honey-almond clusters with the skill of someone who knew exactly where the cameras weren’t.

Jinu stood at the edge of the set, scanning the pose list like it was a war plan. His brow was furrowed, not with worry, but with the exacting concentration of someone trying to predict five outcomes at once and eliminate four.

Mystery leaned against the trellis.

Silent. Half-shadowed. Present in body, distant in thought.

It was Abby who noticed first.

He was lounging near a rack of pastel cardigans, eyes tracking the sky with casual curiosity—until the hair on his arms lifted.

“Hey,” he called, squinting upward. “That cloud looks like it wants to fight.”

She turned so fast her earpiece shifted.

The wind had changed.

Not just direction—intention.

She felt it hit her wards like a shoulder bump in a crowded hallway. Not malicious. But not passive either. Something conjured this. Something without finesse. And now the sky was bending.

The clouds above them didn’t roll—they tilted.

The pressure system snapped sideways in a way no natural storm should. A low rumble followed, not the kind that heralded thunder but the kind that echoed wrong in the bones. Too dry. Too early. Too much.

This wasn’t weather. This was summoning.

She had five seconds.

She dropped the clipboard.

Not carelessly. Not in panic. The motion was fluid, deliberate, like a stone dropped into still water.

She stepped forward, one foot grounding her against the magical disruption, and flicked her fingers once, clean and practiced.

A ripple shimmered along the rooftop perimeter—just for a moment. The crew didn’t notice it. But she did. So did one other.

The edge of her ward flared like stretched glass. She drew her fingers low and curved them upward, pulling the boundary into shape like threading a bubble around the rooftop.

The dome sealed.

The wind hit.

It slammed against the invisible barrier with the force of a car crash—and shattered.

Rain followed, sharp and fast, slicing through the air like silver needles—until it met the ward line. Each drop flattened, skewed, and scattered sideways. The entire rooftop stayed dry.

Completely, unnaturally dry.

The photographer blinked, visibly shaken. “That… passed fast?”

Jinu frowned and looked skyward. “We didn’t get a single drop.”

Romance raised both arms as if conducting a weather symphony. “Maybe I scared the storm off,” he said, grinning.

“No,” Baby said, deadpan, not even pausing in his chewing.

Mystery tilted his head toward you.

Just a little.

She calmly knelt, picked up her clipboard, and dusted off the cover like nothing had happened. One page flipped in the wind, but she caught it before it could fly.

“Clear skies for the next hour,” she said, adjusting a line on her schedule with smooth, even handwriting.

The stylist muttered something about Seoul weather being weird lately and moved on.

The photographer nodded and clapped. “Alright, next setup! Romance with the tulips, Mystery on deck.”

The shoot resumed.

But the energy had shifted.

Not because the storm passed.

Because something else had been held at bay.

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Later — Post-Shoot Debrief

They gathered beneath one of the parasols that hadn’t blown away.

The rooftop looked picture-perfect again—petals scattered in curated chaos, the props now slightly sun-faded, the air sticky with late afternoon haze. The stylist crew was already packing up the floral arch. A few assistants chased down a rogue makeup sponge that had somehow made it all the way to the neighboring balcony.

The Saja Boys sat in a half-circle, sipping lukewarm sodas and looking sun-dazed, as if the shoot had drained them of both moisture and functioning brain cells.

Romance sprawled with the kind of ease that said he believed the day had gone well because he was there. He stretched his arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to be strategic, and yawned theatrically.

“So,” he began, voice syrupy-smooth. “Are we gonna talk about how we were dry in a literal monsoon?”

“Microclimate,” Jinu replied immediately, tone clipped like he’d been waiting for this.

Romance rolled his eyes. “Bro, we were the only microclimate on the block.”

“Studio warding?” Jinu offered, less confident now.

“No way,” Abby said, pointing with his soda can. “There were like five real estate signs out front. That building doesn’t even have working elevators.”

“I tripped on a loose tile,” Baby added, licking powdered sugar off his thumb. “Place is haunted. Or bankrupt. Maybe both.”

Romance sat up, now interested. “Okay, but like—no one flinched. Not even her. Wind slaps the ward, rain hits an invisible wall, and she’s just... adjusting her clipboard like it’s Tuesday.”

There was a collective pause.

Baby squinted. “You think she cast something?”

Jinu scoffed. “She’s our manager, not a weather witch.”

Romance leaned forward, voice dropping to mock-dramatic levels. “Main. Character. Energy.”

Abby chuckled. “Unbothered. Powerful. Slightly terrifying.”

“Sounds about right,” Jinu muttered.

“She did have that jar of glittery powder,” Baby said thoughtfully. “Mirror-dust. That’s not in a manager starter pack.”

“Could be from Olive Young,” Jinu argued weakly.

“Jinu” Romance said, utterly serious, “nothing from Olive Young stops rain.”

None of them noticed the slight shift in the breeze. The way the air bent just around their circle, like something still lingered in the leftover edges of your spell.

Mystery hadn’t spoken once.

He sat with his hands folded, gaze angled just slightly away from the group—toward the other end of the rooftop, where you stood near the edge, phone in hand, texting one-handed while tucking her clipboard under her arm.

She wasn’t looking at them.

But she was listening.

He could tell by the way her fingers paused, mid-message. Just long enough to register the conversation.

Then she resumed typing, unbothered. Or pretending to be.

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That Evening — Your Journal

The scent of lemon balm lingered in the air, fresh from the protective incense she’d burned at the apartment window. Her hair was still faintly scented with ozone. She didn’t bother to change out of her work clothes. She just sat at her desk, kicked off her shoes, and opened her journal.

The page welcomed her like an old habit. Pen already in hand. Words waiting.

Journal Entry — Rooftop Fan Shoot: Weather Incident

Residual storm magic detected mid-afternoon. Source: likely student-tier conjuration, unsupervised. Unstable. Not directed. Drawn through leyline rupture—unanchored pulse near nearby broadcast antenna. Wind pressure reached threshold. Glamour disruption potential: high. Deflected using mirror-dust perimeter shell. No glamour break. No staff exposure. Crew unaware. Saja Boys—partial suspicion. Romance: vocal curiosity. Jinu: dismissive, but watchful. Baby: inquisitive. Possibly intuitive. Abby: uncertain. Protective instinct triggered. Mystery: observant. Too much. Will need distraction.

She tapped her pen once on the edge of the page. Then, deliberately, underlined two phrases they’d used:

“Main character energy.” “Unbothered.”

A smile tugged at her lips.

Small. Sharp. Satisfied.

Maybe just this once, she’d let this myth build itself.

Let them believe she was something dramatic and mysterious. Something powerful but safe—on their side. That belief might keep them out of deeper truths for just a little longer.

She closed the journal softly and reached for her tea.

Outside, thunder rolled again—distant this time. Natural.

She didn’t flinch.

She was ready.

AN: Back to our regularly scheduled program. No weather apps were harmed in the making of this chapter. However, several parasols were emotionally compromised, a bouquet was held in an aggressively unnatural way, and one (1) manager may or may not have outmaneuvered a minor sky-based apocalypse without spilling her tea. Not saying she controls the weather. But also not not saying that.

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[altraviolet]

a thing i really like whenever i re-read teg:

Soundwave likes the sound of Blaster's voice

(chapter15)

Inter-Autobot radio comms were largely unhindered by the effects of the signal blockers, since the wire ran under them directly to Soundwave's antennae. Blaster had a friendly, sonorous voice, multi-layered and pleasing. It was the loveliest thing Soundwave had heard since his emotion-suppressing protocols had been installed. Laserbeak twitched. Soundwave's spark gave a tiny flare.

At the top of the tower perched a red mech, Blaster. He waved. .:hello!:.

It took Soundwave a moment to understand what was happening.

He yearned for pleasing sound.

Yesssssss :D

This is based on a bit of canon and a bit of headcanon. In the comics, Blaster was known as The Voice - a radio show announcer Autobot propaganda kinda guy. I hc he would've been chosen for his personality (important for the propaganda aspect), but also the literal sound/quality of his voice, and that his voice would be generally very pleasing to all who heard it. Blaster's a "music guy," like Soundwave and Jazz are considered to be. So a lovely voice, yes :D

After I wrote this chapter, a small part of me thought, "maybe this should've been a Soundwave/Blaster fic." But it was too late, haha. Soundwave/Jazz is a pretty popular pairing. idk about Soundwave/Blaster, though. I'm sure they could work >D

thanks for the ask :)

[caffedrine]

Keith Howell Master List

Main Story

Chapter01 | Chapter02 | Chapter03 | Chapter04 | Chapter05 | Chapter06 | Chapter07 | Chapter08 | Chapter09 | Chapter10 | Chapter11 | Chapter12 | Chapter13 | Chapter14 | Chapter15 | Chapter16 | Chapter17 | Chapter18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

Main Romantic Route

Chapter21 | Chapter22 | Chapter23 | Chapter24 | Chapter25 | Epilogue

Main Dramatic Route

Chapter21 | Chapter22 | Chapter23 | Chapter24 | Chapter25 | Epilogue

Sequel Route

Chapter01 | Chapter02 | Chapter03 | Chapter04 | Chapter05 | Chapter06 | Chapter07 | Chapter08 | Chapter09 | Chapter10

Sequel True Love Route

Chapter11 | Chapter12 | Chapter13 | Chapter14 | Epilogue

Sequel Passionate Love Route

Chapter11 | Chapter12 | Chapter13 | Chapter14 | Epilogue

Events

From Now on, You're My Woman Lucky to be Loved Two Ending Bonus - The Secret Only the Bookmark Knows He is Me and I am Him?! Featuring Leon Dompteur The Beast Tempts the Rabbit Featuring Kagari Amagase

Sequel Two Ending Bonus

[qianqiancandyjar]

Struggle of the Caged Bird (Yokai Ninja AU Chapter15)

Gotta admit, I need a longer break. I'm running out of brain juice. As a result, the dialogue may be messy.

How I thought of ritual dance: It just pops out when I was thinking how to put Theresa's twirler into this AU. I'm imagining how cool when Theresa doing the dance already, even though I know nothing about dancing. :D

I'm not the only one in the fandom think Tengu giving out feathers is super creepy and uncomfortable for the Tengu themselves, right?

No, there's definitely no specific meaning in Nomi's change of masks. I simply got bored. :P

List

[takahikohayashi]

老子考-不欲盈(15) Considering Lao-tse Chapter15 8.7x25.6cm etching, ed50 Takahiko HAYASHI 林孝彦 2011 銅版画/エッチング、ドライポイント、雁皮紙シンコレ刷り Considering Lao-Tse I think about how to represent the unformed figure; that “something” without shape. I feel great empathy with the philosophy of Lao-Tse. For example, the significance of a coffee cup lies not in its body but in the empty space part. A valley exists between two cliffs. There is nothing there, so water, plants, animals… gathers there. My interest is in the emptiness, the inside of the cup. I am thinking about the meaning of power, my own power, to create art. I define myself from this emptiness not for the purpose of depicting some matters. Therefore, I don't need an ideal story protagonist in my work. It would be fine if there were “lines” that simply conveyed a selfless act as a trajectory of the passage of time and thought. Takahiko Hayashi 2024

[sapphoschoices]

Hi, you might have noticed me playing Desire & Decorum and I just wanted to tell you that I totally love that book already 😍 Having such a sweet father (one of the best), being suddenly the heiress of Edgewater, royalty [lol, I'm getting Nightbound vibes]. But an evil stepmother 😤 I won't let her influence our father, bestie. I do wish our loving and beautiful birthmother was alive 🥺😭😭 She deserved better 🩷

Reading an old Choices book makes me realize how much I miss the several clothing options we had before. Nowadays we only have one.

Sorry for just popping up like this but I thought to lighten up your day by telling you that I'm really enjoying your favorite Choices book 🦢⚜️

So like your blog title says... Don't die, please. I'm really enjoying and loving Desire & Decorum

~ @ladylamrian

Oh that's so wonderful! Desire & Decorum is totally my all time favourite choices book and I'm so glad you're enjoying it!

Also you're so right about the parents, they're probably (definitely) my favourite choices parents, their story is so tragic and it makes me honestly cry every time, they truly both deserved soo much better. I hope you enjoy the book more and more as you play on 😊

(Also, on the topic of the clothing, there's certainly some of the most beautiful outfits on the app in that book, however there's also some that really force you to remember that beauty is on the eye of the beholder *cough*chapter15*cough* what? Who said that?)

[shootmewithasilverbullet]

M O O N L I G H T I N G chapter15

Yo I'm livin'

[mistypurplespark]

THRONE-chapter15

Lucien, covered in wounds and blood, basked in the weak morning sun, feeling a sense of growth after deciding to learn magic. Aunty Alisa cared for him and asked him to keep an incident from John. However, John found out and decided to take action against the culprits. Lucien, despite his injuries, joined John in seeking justice. On their way, John expressed his doubts about his courage and nobility. Lucien reassured him that everyone has their priorities and that protecting loved ones is a noble cause. They discussed the concept of justice, with Lucien becoming a mentor to John. Encouraged by a legendary sword story, they took on the mission for justice together, chanting "For Justice.".

[steve-rogers-fanfiction]

Modern Royalty: Chapter 15

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes Story

Follow the tangled romances and secrets of Steve Rogers, Sarah Carter (Blake Lively), and Bucky Barnes in this captivating Marvel fanfiction series.

Click the link for more:

https://steverogersfanfic.blogspot.com/2024/05/SteveRogersFanfic-ModernRoyalty-Chapter15.html

[testbank-zone]

Test Bank For Canadian Income Taxation 2023-2024 26e By Bill Buckwold

Test Bank For Canadian Income Taxation 2023-2024 26e By Bill Buckwold

  TABLE OF CONTENTS   Preface   Award-Winning Technology   CPA Competency Map   Part 1 A Planning and Decision-Making Approach to Taxation   Chapter1 Taxation-Its Role in Decision Making   Chapter2 Fundamentals of Tax Planning   Part 2 An Overview of Income Determination and Tax for the Two Primary Entities   Chapter 3 Liability for Tax, Income Determination, and Administration of the Income Tax System   Chapter 4 Income from Employment   Chapter 5 Income from Business   Chapter 6 The Acquisition, Use, and Disposal of Depreciable Property   Chapter7 Income from Property   Chapter8 Gains and Losses on the Disposition of Capital Property-Capital Gains   Chapter9 Other Income, Other Deductions, and Special Rules for Completing Net Income for Tax Purposes   Chapter10 Individuals: Determination of Taxable Income and Taxes Payable   Chapter11 Corporations-An Introduction   Part 3 The Corporate Structure   Chapter12 Organization, Capital Structures, and Income Distributions of Corporations   Chapter13 The Canadian-Controlled Private Corporation   Chapter14 Multiple Corporations and Their Reorganization   Part 4 Other Forms of Business Organization   Chapter15 Partnerships   Chapter16 Limited Partnerships and Joint Ventures   Chapter17 Trusts   Part 5 Selected Topics   Chapter18 Business Acquisitions and Divestitures-Assets versus Shares   Chapter19 Business Acquisitions and Divestitures-Tax-Deferred Sales   Chapter20 Domestic and International Business Expansion   Chapter21 Tax Aspects of Corporate Financing   Chapter22 Introduction to GST/HST   Chapter23 Business Valuations     Read the full article

[eccotarian]

शिव पुराण अध्याय 15 सृष्टि का वर्णन

#tatvagyaanantsadhna #aabhamandalashram #shivganga

#shivpuran #chapter15 #shrishtikavarnan

#knowingtheunknown #shiv #parvati #masteroftheuniverse #haraharmahadev #omnamahshivay #om

[bonitaselena]

snorlax is such a ~mood~ rn

#manga #pokemonadventures #chapter12 #snorlax #pokemonmanga #pokemon #og

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Pikachu as well haha >.< hes so cute

#wartortlewars #chapter15 #pokemon #pikachu #cute #whatamood #-.-

[fanficfanatic000]

I just moved to hawkins masterlist 2

[caffedrine]

Ikemen Prince Rio Summaries

Rio Common Route

Chapter01 Chapter02 Chapter03 Chapter04 Chapter05 Chapter06 Chapter07 Chapter08 Chapter09 Chapter10 Chapter11 Chapter12 Chapter13 Chapter14 Chapter15 Chapter16 Chapter17 Chapter18 Chapter19 Chapter20

Rio Romantic Route

Chapter21 Chapter22 Chapter23 Chapter24 Chapter25 Epilogue

Rio Dramatic Route

Chapter21 Chapter22 Chapter23 Chapter24 Chapter25 Epilogue

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Maid Event

From Now on, You're My Woman

Two People on a Mellow Night

Second Birthday (Emma POV)

Aphrodite’s Kiss

Your Fault I'm Lusting

Beyond the Connection Between the Past and the Present

I Fell in Love With You That Day - Choose Your True Love

He is me and I am him!? - Featuring Silvio

The Selfish Devil's Request

The Boundary of Touch(ing)

Custom Made Love Story

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