#y.g

[lovelivepolls]

[quo-usque-tandem]

Woman with Lotus by Y.G. Srimati

[akultalkies]

Vijay Antony, Kavya Thapar, Y.G. Mahendran, Radha Ravi, Yogi Babu, Mansoor Ali Khan, Hareesh Peradi, John Vijay, Dev Gill, Ajay Ghosh, Chandu Kanuri, Sai Dheena, Johny Antony, Radha Krishnamoorthy, Priyadharshini

[words-4u]

second chance - y.g

pairing: yolanda garcia x surgeon!ex!f!reader

wc: 1.6k

a/n: i love all of the fics for robby and abbott as much as the next girl but where is the love for my ladies?? need more wlw imagines pls and thank youuu

you know how they say 'don't shit where you eat', turns out it's not a bunch of random words strung together, it's a saying for a reason and pretty sound advise. but when you first laid eyes on dr. yolanda garcia every single thing your best friend cassie mckay advised you went out the window and you dove head first into your whirlwind relationship with garcia.

it was picture perfect at first, she made you breakfast in bed whenever you had days off together, walks in the park, you even owned a dog together (which she kept since she was more emotionally invested in sammy anyway) almost a year and a half in the cracks started to appear, long nights with no calls or text, shortened answers, it just didn't seem like she wanted to be with you any longer so you did what she clearly couldn't do and broke it off.

you were devastated of course but 5 months later and you're starting to get back on your feet. the one hard rule you both agreed on was to keep it professional at work and you tried to... sometimes.

"and what do we have today?" you say walking into the buzzing trauma room.

"high power machine degloved his arm almost crushing it completely. his buddy wasn't looking and fell onto a button. freak accident," perlah says.

the new interns and med students gather around waiting to be instructed.

you walk up to the patient. "wow, i know you guys don't get paid enough for shit like this,"

he almost laughs but it's too painful. "no kidding," he grunts instead, clearly trying to mask the pain.

"sir, my name is y/n y/l/n. you feel pain anywhere else on your body?"

it was at the moment your ex walks in.

"what's up party people?" she asks before her eyes lock on you. "why are you here? this is my consult."

"the page went to all surgeons. i got here first," you shrug.

"god, i wish i had popcorn for this," langdon says as he asses the patient.

"shut up langdon," you and garcia say in unison. if you weren't in a constant state of botherment with her, you would've smiled at that.

"okay, i'll just stand here and watch," garcia says making her way to the back, eyes still trained on you.

"fine by me. it's your time wasted," you retort. "you," you say pointing to one of the newbies.

startled, she points at herself.

"yes, you. name?"

"uh, santos. trinity santos."

"okay, santos. i need you over on this side. you're gonna carefully dress this arm before we take him up for a head ct,"

"how do you know he needs a head ct. his arm is a straightforward repair," garcia pipes up.

you make it a point to look at your ex and then at the patient, "sir, when you hurt your arm, did you fall? hit your head?"

"yeah, pretty hard," he says through clenched teeth.

you give an 'i told you so' smile to garcia causing her to roll her eyes.

"i think i'm done here," garcia says walking out annoyed, which you feel pretty content with.

"nooo, it was getting so good," langdon says.

"langdon, for the love of god, get a hobby. santos, on my right," you say.

santos makes her way around. you hand her gauze. "perlah, push some morphine,"

you cover his exposed arm with the skin dangling off. screams erupt from him.

"i know, sir. we're almost done here. okay santos, wrap 'er up,"

"can't we get a nurse to do this?"

you look at her, kind of shocked, very disrespected. "excuse you?"

"garcia's probably on some gnarly case right now and i just-"

you take the gauze from her. "you're free to go, dr. santos"

"oh i- no i just meant-" "i said you can go," you turn away from her. you point to another one of the interns/med students. "dr..."

"whitaker. just whitaker. i'm ms4."

you hold out the gauze to whitaker. "is wrapping gauze on this patient a task you feel is beneath you, whitaker?"

"no, dr. y/n," he shakes his head.

"great, it's all yours," you say moving out of the way as he comes around and starts wrapping.

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

bar hangouts after long shifts got you through most of your days. you get to have your hair down, literally, and decompress from the day with your colleagues. it's essential to your survival.

mckay rants about her day. "and he was such a weirdo, like 'sir, your daughter is about to have surgery. stop trying to get my number'... god, i can't stand men,"

"amen," you say clinking your glass with hers.

"hey, as the only man here, i take offence for all of us, okay? some of us are good guys," langdon interjects.

"no, i'm not having this conversation with you again, frank, i'm just not," you chuckle.

"what? i'm just saying..." his joyful voice trails off as he stares at something, rather someone, behind you.

you look at him confused, "what are y-"

you turn around, now face to face with santos. she looks solemn and nervous and behind her... garcia.

"what the fuck is going on?" langdon whisper to mckay.

"i don't know but i feel like we shouldn't be here for this," mckay whispers back.

"we'll be at the bar," she announces to the table, dragging langdon by the hand who so clearly wanted to stay.

it was like you were in a staring competition with garcia. even after all this time, you couldn't help it, you can't take your eyes off her.

"santos, garcia... what's up?" you say stretching our words. why were they together and what did this have to with you?

"go on, santos, tell her," garcia says sternly, hands in her leather jacket. oh, she means business.

"y/l/n, i mean dr. y/l/n, i wanted to... apologize for my behaviour this morning. every case is important and every patient deserve our upmost care. i should've known better. i'm sorry," santos fiddles with her jacket zipper, avoiding eye contact.

you were just as shocked as this morning. "oh... okay, well, it's much appreciated. and you're right, you should've known better but... it's your first week and we are at a bar right now and i don't wanna talk about work, so if it's okay with you, it's water under the bridge,"

santos finally looks up, a smile adorns her face, "yeah, water under the bridge, i'd like that. thank you dr. y/l/n,"

"okay, that's all, santos. you can go now," garcia says.

santos scurries away to the other side of the bar with her age-mate colleagues leaving you with garcia.

tilting your head a bit, you give her a look, "okay, cut the bullshit, what was that about?"

"she kept bragging about getting off your case and needing a bigger challenge than wrapping gauze so i gently put her in her place," garcia shrugs like it's no big deal.

"and then brought her to do... that," you add.

"yeah, well, she was disrespecting you and i couldn't have that," garcia says with a seriousness, a protective seriousness, that you haven't seen in a while.

"i don't need you protecting me, yolanda, i'm a grown ass woman,"

"oh trust me i know you are," she says in a flirtatious manner but reigns it in quickly when she sees your deadpanned face. "i'm more than aware that you don't need my protection, but that doesn't mean i won't give it. i always will... even if you hate the sight of me."

you're silent for a moment, playing with the empty beer pint in front of you.

"i don't." you finally say. garcia looks at you, trying to decipher your words. "i don't hate the sight of you."

"you don't?" she asks, hope ever so present in her voice.

you shake your head. the next words bubbled to the surface and out of your mouth before you could stop it. "i miss you actually,"

"b-but you broke up with me? and i still don't know why."

"here's why, yolanda," you shifted in your seat to face the standing woman. "i broke up with you because you forgot about me. i don't know what was going on with you at the time and maybe i should've asked but i do know that i faded into the background. it was like... like you didn't see me anymore. so i did us both a favour."

garcia hangs her head in shame. "i-i had no idea you felt that way,"

"i'm not without fault i should've tried harder to communicate, i don't know," you shrug defeatedly .

"for what it's worth, i miss you too," she says taking one step closer to you. "and i really wanna fucking kiss you right now,"

"oh and there it is," you shake your head amused at her honesty.

"what, too soon?" she smirks.

you stare into her eyes and you know she means every word she's saying right now.

"okay, you can kiss me..." you say. garcia is quick to move in between your legs and cup your face. you put a hand on her forearm, "... on one condition,"

"name it. i'll do anything," she strokes your cheek with her thumb.

"i... want us to prioritize each other. but not like before. i mean intentionally. i... can't go through this again,"

"you won't. i promise," she says softly before drawing your face up to her hers closing the gap. a warm and comfortable feeling ran through your body as your lips touched. the kiss was soft and passionate. it would've gone on longer if your well-intentioned friends didn't ruin.

"let's goooooo!" langdon yells from the other side of the bar.

"get it girl," mckay joins in.

you pulled away from garcia laughing and slightly embarrassed. she strokes your hair. "so... does this mean i get a second chance?"

"yes... but you’re on probation so tread carefully," you say, kissing her once more, signing a new lease on your relationship.

[pmamtraveller]

Y.G. Srimati - Toilet

[psi-spectacular]

Yeah the game was ok but does anyone remember the original Great God Grove novel by Y.G. Limbo? It was one of my favorites as a kid. Heres a scan of one of the pages if anyone recognizes it?

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[sweetpear1028]

Painting by Y.G. Srimati, an Indian artist born in 1926.

[sunnysaras]

"Toilet" by Y.G. Srimati, a 20th-century Indian artist from Mysore, depicts a woman in a traditional South Indian setting, likely preparing herself, reflecting Srimati’s focus on everyday subjects with a devotional and naturalistic style.

Srimati, trained in Indian classical music, dance, and painting, often infused her work with cultural and spiritual elements, blending the heroic and the human—her 1947-48 painting of the goddess Saraswati, for instance, was originally part of her family’s altar, showcasing her deep ties to tradition.

The term "Toilet" in the painting’s title refers to the historical meaning of personal grooming or dressing, not a restroom, aligning with the image of the woman using a mirror, a common theme in Indian art to symbolize beauty and self-reflection, as seen in similar works like Narayanan Namboothiri’s "Woman with Mirror."

[lovelivepolls]

[santoschristos]

“The Gandharvas are of the vital plane but they are vital Gods, not Asuras.”

Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Yoga - I: The Hostile Forces and Hostile Beings

“Soma is the Gandharva, the Lord of the hosts of delight, and guards the true seat of the Deva, the level or plane of the Ananda; gandharva itthâ padam asya rakshati. He is the Supreme, standing out from all other beings and over them, other than they and wonderful, adbhuta, and as the supreme and transcendent, present in the worlds but exceeding them, he protects in those worlds the births of the gods, pâti devânâm janimâni adbhutah. The ‘births of the gods’ is a common phrase in the Veda by which is meant the manifestation of the divine principles in the cosmos and especially the formation of the godhead in its manifold forms in the human being.”

Sri Aurobindo, The Secret of the Veda: Soma, Lord of Delight and Immortality

“. . . in the Veda, Lord of the hosts of delight; in later mythology, the Gandharvas are musicians of heaven, ‘beautiful, brave and melodious beings, the artists, musicians, poets and shining warriors of heaven’. . . .”

Glossary and Index of Proper Names in Sri Aurobindo’s Works

Gandharva Artist: Y.G. Srimati circa 1968.

[hy4c1nthh]

AAAAAAAAAAA AAA AAA AAA AAAAA!!!!!AAAAA!!!A!!AA! OH Y.G OD

[spindle-girl]

Flare 2.5

one time i don't guess it we get breakthrough

“I have to admit, I’m not sure how to respond to that,” I said. “I’d say you’re only human or you’re only mortal, but doesn’t that sound condescending, coming from a parahuman?”

ah yes, parahumans. famous for their perfect life decisions

She had told me to dress in a way that was comfortable for me.  It was still hot out and I’d had to travel forty miles to get to a place where Mrs. Yamada could pick me up to drive me the rest of the way.  Even though the heat persisted, the weather had broken, the humidity giving way to a light thunderstorm.  I wore a white dress with a black hood built into it, the Brockton Bay skyline printed in what looked like black and grey watercolors across the breast, the city’s name below and to the side.  There was a scribbling of more watercolor and lettering at the hem.  The white fabric was a thin sweatshirt-like material, so the hood hadn’t been much use against the rain.

what. is this normal fashion??? post-gm fashion? what

“It will be interesting to see how you two get on.” “Huh.”

is she focusing on Victoria or Kenzie here? Victoria did pretty well interacting with the kids in the hospital, so i can't see this as worries pointed her way

“She’s the best,” Kenzie said, leaning over and speaking with a voice quiet enough that Mrs. Yamada wouldn’t necessarily hear. “Yeah,” I said.  Except for her apparent mistake here, which I wasn’t equipped to make a judgment call on.  Not quite yet.

Victoria really had an idealized view of Yamada, huh

The Youth Guard or the Y.G. were the group that acted like the union that protected minors in Hollywood.  That had protected minors in Hollywood.  They were the group that made sure that Wards’ education and options didn’t suffer as a consequence for them being superheroes, that they didn’t dress provocatively, that they were safe and sane, that nobody took advantage, and other stuff.  They’d reached out to my parents at one point, because they weren’t limited to the PRT.  They were a guillotine that had hung over the heads of any team with under-eighteen heroes or heroines.

they sure were lol, lmao

“My colleagues like to say there is a truism with groups of parahumans.  That the larger the group in question, the greater the chance of a schism or disaster.  I’m not sure I like exactly how the idea is presented a lot of the time it comes up, but…”

i'm not a fan of this bit of parahuman lore (or whenever it first appeared in worm/wog), but whatevs

When I realized who I was looking at, though, my jaw dropped.  I stood from my chair. She, for her part, was on a similar page.  She stared at me, confused at first.  Then reality dawned for her as well.

this was sweet

Tristan explained, “I ran into Weld and Sveta on the way into the first session.  He dropped her off at the front door because he had a place to be, and I offered my arm.  Sveta and I geeked out together over Weld.” “He’s geek-out worthy,” I said.

i'm sure there's nothing coming up in the future that will make this look bad

“Nature versus nurture, yeah,” Chris said. “That’s it,” Rain said.  “I should have remembered that.  Are you all about the nature, then?” I thought of my family.  I’m not sure that’s much better.  Amy had agonized over that one.

remember that moment between Regent and Cherish. feels applicable. i wonder how Chris feels about it with his origin

“Hi, boss,” Kenzie said, a twinkle of mischief in her eye as Mrs. Yamada gave her a stern look.

leaning into that hench role lol

I, meanwhile, was left to digest the mistake of Mrs. Yamada’s that I was here to help address. I was ninety-five percent sure I knew who ‘Ashley’ was when she was in costume, and I was left to take that knowledge and see how it fit together with the issue at hand.

yeah, Victoria helped Ashley out with the PHO stuff, right? back in the glowworm chapters. it wouldn't be from her brief time as a S9 since that was after she was hospitalized. wait, nvm. just remembered the whole study everything she had going on

“Heroes, it sounds like.” “Is that so bad?” I asked. “Without going into any particular detail, Victoria, several are troubled, vulnerable, or both.  No, I don’t think it’s good.”

this seems like the biggest mistake Yamada's made so far. she's coloring Victoria's impression of them before they meet and it seems like it's already affecting Chris

End Note:

Kenzie was fun, but nothing to really comment on yet. The amount of time on Weld was a touch weird, even without knowing about the future breakup.

[vampyr-kpopper]

idk some Youngsaeng dump

country boy i love you~ ah😛

listens to hip hop once:

listens to pitbull once:

listens to emo music once:

babygirl-ism

and lastly, he became Y.G

[ekonomivefinansblog]

Beyşehir-Antalya Karayolu Bağlantısında Büyük KazaBeyşehir-Antalya karayolunun şehir merkezine bağlandığı Hacıarmağan Mahallesi Köprübaşı Caddesi'nde, 19 yaşındaki Y.G. yönetimindeki otomobil, kırmızı ışıkta bekleyen bir araca ve park halindeki diğer araçlara çarptı. Kazada, kontrolden çıkan otomobil yol üzerinde devrilerek yan yattı; ayrıca, park halindeki bir araç çarpışmanın şiddetiyle kaldırıma çıkarak devrildi.Park halindeki toplam 5 araçta maddi hasar meydana gelirken, çarpan aracın sürücüsü ile birlikte otomobilde yolcu olarak bulunan G.E. ve Y.Ç. yaralandı. Olay yerine hızlıca polis, sağlık ve itfaiye ekipleri sevk edildi. İtfaiye ekipleri, devrilen LPG'li otomobildeki gaz kaçağına anında müdahale etti.Polis ekipleri, caddeyi güvenli hale getirerek kimsenin yaklaşmasına izin vermedi. Yaralılara ilk müdahaleler kaza yerinde yapıldıktan sonra, ambulanslarla Beyşehir Devlet Hastanesi'ne kaldırılarak tedavi altına alındılar. Kaza nedeniyle yol uzun bir süre ulaşıma kapatıldı ve araç trafiği alternatif rotalardan yönlendirildi. Cadde, araçların çekiciler yardımıyla kaldırılmasının ardından yeniden trafiğe açıldı.Kazanın incelemesinde, yaralanan otomobil sürücüsünün ehliyetinin olmadığı tespit edildi. Polis, KGYS kameralarına yansıyan kayıtları incelemeye alarak, kazanın sürücünün cadde üzerinde makas atarak ilerlemesi sonucu meydana geldiğini belirledi.Kazayla ilgili soruşturma devam ediyor ve yetkililer detaylı bir tahkikat yürütüyor.