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[GW2] inb4 Faren somehow appears in the homestead with a housewarming gift. Just because.

[canarydarity]

(mooooooooooore DL rancher angst. because what else am I good for </3 /j)

No matter how you looked at it, the knock was startlingly out of place; it was late, late enough that a truce-like state should have fallen over the players, late enough that no one would want to risk running into more mobs than they could handle; it was peaceful, they hadn’t accrued more than a single pair of red names so far, and he didn’t think they’d given Ren and Bigb a reason to come after them—at least, not more than anyone else had; it was also them, all season people had been coming and going from the ranch as they pleased, not an ounce of courtesy in sight. If someone really wanted to come in, they woulda just done it. 

So, all in all…a knock?

Tango was already up and halfway across the room by the time his brain had synthesized these as the reasons why. 

Behind him, Jimmy called a wobbly and worried “Tangooo?” 

“Just,” Tango threw a hand backward towards the bed in hopes of staving off Jimmy’s shadow until he figured out what was going on. “Stay there, for a second.” 

Like some cut-off had been reached, the second he was close enough to wrap his hand around the handle all haste had vanished—the feeling of urgency holding a negative association with his proximity to the door. He’d had the nerve to get up, to get himself there, but getting his hand to turn and push was an entirely different thing. 

The door not yet having been opened, the possibility of what was waiting for him on the other side yawned and stretched towards endless. In a way, not knowing but speculating was worse than just opening the damn thing and facing the one singular scenario that was, but that was why he struggled to do it. Schrodinger’s danger—this was stupid; Tango opened the door. 

No one was there. 

He blinked in the face of its emptiness for a moment. Of all the situations he had considered, absolutely zero of them included opening the door to nothing. The one definite thing a knock spoke to was the presence of someone—something. So, what, they risked the middle of the night in peace times to come to the ranch they all loved barging into anyway to ding-dong ditch? That seemed, like, a gazillion times more unlikely.  

Tango moved to shut the door, trying to shake off the adrenaline, the too-familiar feeling of someone else being a step ahead of him and bemused by it. He ducked to turn back to Jimmy, play the brave one, laugh it off in hopes Jimmy would follow, and then, he saw: just a glint in the corner of his eye, something small and shiny on the doorstep. 

A golden apple. 

Tango stared at it the way you’d stare at a car crash you hadn’t the chance to get out of the way of in time, the look a doctor had in their eye when they announced your prognosis was bad, abysmal, terminal. It was the brightest thing for yards—a glowing, unignorable fixed point; the kind of bright that in tree frogs usually indicated poisonous, the kind of glowy cartoonists made chemicals when they wanted you to know falling in would reduce you to bones. And it just sat there. 

“Tango,” behind him, the bed creaked. “What is it?” 

Urgency returned, and, with renewed purpose, Tango moved once more. Fear flooded his senses again—it hadn’t really gotten very far to begin with—but this time it was of a different breed, born from someplace else. He tried to both square himself in the doorway, block the view out, and regain nonchalance, affecting some sort of behavior that would convince Jimmy to just leave things be. “Nothing, don—”

But Jimmy was already behind him, and Tango wasn’t tall enough to obstruct his line of sight. 

“Oh.”

And it sort of felt like Tango had failed. Failed what he didn’t know but by the stone in his stomach he knew that he had. He tracked the feeling all the way down his throat and through his middle, getting hooked and snagging on his organs as it went, pulling them with it until he was completely out of alignment, rearranged all wrong; the moment where you opened a test booklet and realized you didn’t know a single answer. 

He shook his head, an aborted no becoming no more than a breath that passed his lips at just the right angle to whistle or whine. He bent down and picked up the apple, and, no sooner than he stood again, lobbed it down the hill towards the ravine in some effort to rectify even a modicum of his uselessness. The apple thunked hard into the dewy late-night grass, probably rolled somewhere out of the way; he didn’t know, he couldn't see it anymore—he’d have to grab it and dispose of it at some point, but he could do that in the morning. He had other things to attend to. 

Tango shut the door and turned to assess the damage. 

Jimmy’s arms were goosebumped where they were exposed—just his white undershirt left on to sleep in—and his head was tilted down, the top of it visible to Tango more than anything else, his hair not mused enough yet to be called bedhead though it was certainly a start. Tango took a step towards him, crowded him just a little, placed one of his hands on Jimmy’s waist, skin warmth bleeding through the thin cotton, and the other on the junction where his shoulder met his neck. Jimmy stayed looking down. 

Tango couldn’t think of a single fucking thing to say. 

After a few seconds, Jimmy sniffled, pulled up one of his hands and ran it across his nose, mushed it into his cheek. 

“Hey,” he ventured softly, in the absence of any other thought. Jimmy only glanced up slightly. “Let's…go back to bed, yeah?”

If it hadn’t already been clear that all chances of sleep had been banished by the panic of a late-night knock, it was by the way they both responded to that statement by sitting on the side of the bed rather than lying back down. A haze had fallen over the room, a trance-like state prompting them to move in the way they thought they should, in the way it seemed they were being directed; their actions pre-determined, someone else's hand on the joystick. Robotically, they maneuvered onto the bed side-by-side, silence still reigning, eye contact (from one party) still vehemently denied.  

And it just…wasn’t fair. The way there was no period of wondering between the discovery and the understanding, the way Tango didn’t see the apple and question why it was there, but rather knew, innately, what was being poked, prodded at. He hadn’t stopped to doubt, he hadn’t been confused, and maybe that’s what was the most upsetting—not the presence of the apple alone, but the way the person who left it was confident its message would be interpreted without fail. The way Tango was complicit by letting it.

It was the fact that he hadn’t opened the door to a trap or an ambush, but to a taunt; the apple not left behind as some sort of distraction, someone waiting to break in the back while they looked out the front, but as something else entirely, something completely unrelated to the game and its progression. There were no hidden motives, no ulterior plans—only the sadistic amusement that came with throwing a rock into a pond just to see the fish scatter. It didn’t put whoever did it ahead, it didn’t force them to fall any more behind. It just was, and it was cruel. 

Jimmy was still silently staring at the opposing wall, the both of them not even bothering to pretend they weren’t dwelling, and the more Tango sat in the discomfort that had fallen over the ranch, the more he thought, the angrier he got. He couldn’t just be here anymore and not do a single fucking thing about it. He leaned nearly entirely off the bed in his reach for his shoes, shoved his feet into them without precision or care about their security, and was up, diverting on his way towards the door to scrunch the fabric of his vest and pull it off the back of the chair it rested on, before turning on his heel and then he was off—

He was stopped with a hand gripping his forearm in its passing by, came to with Jimmy shouting “Tango!” for what he knew likely wasn’t the first time. 

Tango looked. Jimmy hadn’t gotten off the bed, but he’d leaned forward to latch onto Tango and stop his campaign, his eyebrows raised in misery, his lips downturned in upset. He wasn’t looking away, just around; his eyes landing on the wall behind where Tango was standing, on the door that had remained quiet since they’d shut it again, on Tango’s chest, or his hand around Tango’s arm. It was the closest Tango had gotten to eye contact in minutes. 

“What are you gonna walk around in the dark ‘til you find who put that there?”

Yes, if he had to—if that’s what it took. But before he could even begin to open his mouth, Jimmy pled, “Tango…” like he hadn’t really been asking, like he’d been hoping saying it would confirm Tango knew that idea was nonsense, not that Tango had been meaning to try regardless. It begged for common sense, it betrayed its wish to concede. 

Tango let out all the air he’d reserved for his returning argument as a heavy breath, almost a sigh, a huff. Its frustration was clear. He knew he wasn’t going to find them, he knew there was no conclusion to be had, he knew the joke had already hit and the moment had already ended. He knew that. But he also knew that complacency wasn’t the answer, and that Jimmy deserved to be fought for. 

He could’ve gone out anyway, walked around until the sun started coming up and all the mobs turned to ash—hell, he could’ve knocked on goddamn doors, inspired the same kind of fear in everyone else that a late night interruption in a game like this did them, and then demanded answers, no more Mr. nice guy. At least that way, he wouldn’t have had to lay back down, to have the conversation he hadn’t stopped thinking about since. 

But Jimmy said, “Can we just go back to bed? Please?” And knew it was a request that couldn’t be denied, knew the power in this interaction that being the victim afforded him, and knew how to play his cards to get Tango to fold. 

Tango took his shoes off, again, kicked them out of the way of the bed, gestured behind Jimmy with the hand that wasn’t being detained. Jimmy scooted backward on the bed, Tango’s forearm still in hand like the moment he let go Tango would dash immediately out the door, or dematerialize entirely, maybe; or even…run down the hill in search of something shimmering gold, and find himself unable to resist just one sweet bite. Tango followed him, nudged his shoulder until he complied and laid back down, allowing Tango to pull him closer as he did too. 

Jimmy still didn’t look at him. They were nearly eye to eye, only one pillow to share between them both, face to face in the dark; their foreheads leaning against one another, shifting away only to find each other again after any and all movement. 

Tango watched the sentence form on Jimmy's lips, watched his face rearrange throughout the composing of the question, the stringing of the words in a line, packaging them to be delivered. He swallowed as he awaited its transmission. 

“If it weren’t against the rules, would you…?”

And Tango said, “It is against the rules,” before that could get any further. The wrong answer. He knew immediately after he said it that it was, and he’d kick himself for it if he could any feasibly at all without getting Jimmy in the crossfire. He knew better than to give a non-answer, but he hadn’t been responding to the actual question, his first thought only stop—a futile hope he could head off Jimmy’s negative feedback loop by undermining it at its core. Another failure on his part. 

Jimmy closed his eyes, shook his head, “But if it weren’t—”

“No.” 

Tango placed one of his hands on Jimmy’s cheek, tilted his head back up towards his, but Jimmy’s eyes remained trained down. “No,” he repeated—he insisted. He didn’t need the eye contact to know Jimmy didn’t believe him. 

He leaned up and kissed Jimmy on the forehead, slid his hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and held him closer, but neither of them fell asleep for a while.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

GRITS AND ONION RINGS?!

You can only eat 2 foods for the next 2 years (with no health repercussions)

Spin this wheel twice to figure out what they are!

[mangocurist]

mutiny kitty meowewweewwwwwwww ewwww ugly ugly ugly

oh my god theyre Bothd eformed now.... i love them tbough... Thank u wuber i will treasure them forever and wver

[imogen-eye]

What did you say it was? 72 bones? Did you use all of them? Do I need to pull them all out?

[.. nO..]

[muffled sounds backstage increase]

no? How many then, I could do this all day, director.

[…E..ugh.. my audience..-]

do you ever shut up? You talk more than Immi does. …Immi. Fuck.

[..Yo.. u forgot. I..ts all your fault again] [crack] [you started the pr…eformance. And you’ll e-nd it- Both times b-y trying to ki-]

Don’t try fucking manipulate me? Who do you thinks in the better situation right now?

[ Tugging ,cracking, scraping, clattering to the floor.]

[Sounds backstage become screams]

Enjoying the show, director?

[teine-mallaichte]

"i'm easily missed. people don't pay attention to me." For Fenris & Orana (I love Orana so much! I'm excited to see someone writing her)

~ @lordgoretash

My brain seems to be back on my 'make th eformer slaves interact' agenda tonight 😂 I also seem to have decided that all my Orana & Fenris fix are going to be set in Adrian Hawke's world stae during the 3 year gap in Adrian and Fenris's relationship. Not that that fact matters for this peice but, meh, that's my cannon now. Fenris and Adrian are on hold and Fenris and Orana end up befriending each other and accidentally giving each other therapy.

@dadrunkwriting

"Hawke is looking for you."

Orana flinched, pushing herself further into the alleyway as the voice broke through the silence.

She hadn’t heard him approach. She never did. But Fenris was there. Not close—he never got too close without reason—but his presence alone set her pulse racing, instinct warring with reason.

“I—” She bit her lip, ducking her head as though she could shrink from his notice. “I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t running,” he interrupted, tone matter-of-fact.

It wasn’t a question.

She risked a glance at him, finding no accusation in his expression. Just quiet observation.

Still, her muscles tensed “I—I just…. No one noticed I left. i'm easily missed. People don't pay attention to me.”

Fenris was silent at that. Then, after a pause, he took a step into the alley, just enough for the shadows to claim him.

“They did.”

She blinked.

He exhaled sharply, shifting awkwardly, “Hawke noticed. He is… concerned."

Orana hesitated, her fingers curling into the fabric of her top. Hawke noticed. He was concerned. It didn’t seem possible. It didn’t seem right. She had spent her life being unnoticed, unseen. That was the way of things. Slaves were not noticed. They worked from the shadows. To draw attention. To be seen. Invited punishment.

"I didn’t…" She faltered, unsure how to continue.

Fenris looked away. Shifting. Scanning. As though standing still for too long would leave him vulnerable. Orana forced her own hands to stop fiddling with her sleeve, pushed down to instinct to check the shadows behind her.

“Hawke is not a Magister," Fenris stated, "A slave is invisible, you are not a slave here.”

Orana swallowed hard. She wasn’t a slave. She knew that, rationally. Hawke had given her freedom, had told her so, had made it clear time and time again. And yet…

She still felt invisible.

“Hawke… noticed,” she repeated quietly, almost testing the words on her tongue.

“He did.” Fenris shifted slightly, his gaze flicking to hers, searching.

Orana still hesitated. The knowledge that someone had noticed her absence was unsettling in ways she couldn’t quite explain. The idea of being missed, of someone seeking her out rather than simply expecting her to be in place, was foreign. Even now, she found herself waiting for the catch—for the reprimand, the punishment, the demand for explanation that would remind her of her place.

But it didn’t come.

"Why?" she asked at last, "Why would he notice?"

Fenris exhaled sharply, as if the question frustrated him, though not in a way that suggested he was angry at her. If anything, he looked uncertain, as though struggling to put something into words.

"Because… he is Hawke," he said finally, and there was something almost pained in the way he said it, "He cares, more than he should. It… it is best not to dwell on his reasons," he looked away, "I am not certain he understands them himself."

He turned slightly, angling his body toward the alley’s entrance. “You do not have to go back yet,” he added.

She swallowed, glancing toward the alley entrance, then back at Fenris.

“You’re not… going to force me?” she asked hesitantly.

Fenris’s eyes locked to hers, his expression darkening, something cold flashing behind his eyes before he schooled his face into something more neutral.

“No,” he said simply. “But I will wait.”

She hesitated, then, slowly, she took a step forward.

He didn’t move. Didn’t react beyond the way his gaze flickered toward her, carefully controlled.

She took another step.

And then another.

And as she passed him, exiting the alleyway, he fell into step beside her.

Not leading.

Not following.

Just walking with her.

[thoughtfulchaos773]

So you want me to cry is that what you want?Van Morrison is evangelical Protestantist. So I would not be surprised if his music has biblical imagery. The lyrics about chariots- mixing nature with love of a woman! I truly adore this song and the analogy you just made!

Jamie Lee Curtis: who do you ship?

Well, isn't this interesting. Jamie Lee Curtis instagram, where she posts this with a Van Morrison song called "It Stoned Me," a song about Van Morrison experience as a kid:

Who was the person who compared Donna and Claire on here?

I wouldn't say she's a claire carmy shipper. But claire has been apart of shaping carmy to who he is today.

But Jamie also posted Carmy's future with another Van Morrison song - a love song! Take a listen:

Funny enough, @moodyeucalyptus this is a sydcarmy song had she had to pick on.

A review of the song:

"Over the endlessly descending, circular progression, Morrison sings positive lyrics about nature and a romantic partner, seemingly beginning in the middle of a thought: And I will stroll the merry way."

[princess-angelheart]

I REGRESSED SO HARD RIGHGT NWO. words so har d. type so hard. m friends keeo em meassing me . tellin g me i;m nice nad sweet. i dont know where this cam eform. i want to paly robvlox and curl up in little bed . plakyh omori. mmmmffffffff words har d

[wombatannihilator]

MPX SBR - the eform 1 took less than 3 days. I am lovin it.

[tendie-defender]

Nfa Eforms is offline

FBI NiCS is offline.

Wtf.

[bakurapika]

my work does sometimes require a distinction between wet signatures and copies or e-signatures. wet means it has pen ink on it. the way to get a wet signature on an eForm is to print it out and sign it, and the uploaded copy is not going to be wet. so on top of freaking you all out, it doesn't make sense

what the fuck why would anyone call it that

[thinkcapadvisors]

A Complete Guide to CSR-1 Registration for CSR Funding in India

Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) in India has evolved from a voluntary activity into a structured, regulated obligation for certain companies. Under the framework of the Companies Act, 2013 and the associated CSR Rules, a key requirement for organizations intending to receive CSR funds is the mandatory registration through Form CSR-1. This blog serves as a detailed guide to understanding who needs to apply, why it’s essential, the legal framework, procedural details, documentation, and practical challenges in obtaining CSR-1 registration.

Why CSR-1 Registration Is Crucial

Historically, companies had often reported difficulties in ascertaining track record and capacity of an implementation agency (AI)/NPO, to undertake CSR activities to their satisfaction. In order to aid companies, the government introduced the idea of registration of IAs with the Ministry of Corporate Affairs (MCA) so that there emerges an authentic and reliable list of implementation partners for companies to select from. Thus, to bring transparency and accountability, the MCA made it mandatory for all implementing agencies to register with the Central Government by filing Form CSR-1. 

This step ensures that only verified entities receive CSR funds from eligible companies.

Without this registration, entities are not permitted to receive CSR funds from any company, regardless of their prior experience or track record. Hence, Form CSR-1 acts as a gate-keeping mechanism to prevent misuse and to streamline fund disbursal.

Legal Framework Governing CSR-1 Registration

The requirement for CSR-1 registration stems from the following:

Section 135 of the Companies Act, 2013 – This section mandates eligible companies to spend a portion of their profits on CSR activities.

Rule 4(1) and Rule 4(2) of the Companies (Corporate Social Responsibility Policy) Amendment Rules, 2021 – These rules specify that entities intending to carry out CSR activities must register with the Central Government via eForm CSR-1, effective from April 1, 2021.

Who Needs to Apply for CSR-1 Registration

CSR-1 registration is mandatory for the following entities wishing to act as implementing agencies for CSR activities:

Section 8 Companies (not-for-profit companies registered under the Companies Act)

Registered Public Trusts

Registered Societies

Any entity established under an Act of Parliament or a State legislature

Out of the above, section 8 Companies/registered trusts/ registered societies (except the ones set by established by Central or State Government) should be registered under section 12A or sub clause (iv), (v),(vi) or (via) of section 10(23C) and section 80G of the Income-tax Act, 1961. Further, all entities must have valid PAN.   

Contents of Form CSR-1

Form CSR-1 is a simple electronic form, but it requires precision. Key details to be filled include:

Nature of the entity

Date of registration/incorporation

PAN of the entity

Details of registration under relevant Acts (Trust Act, Societies Registration Act, Companies Act)

Names and details of Board Members/Trustees

DSC (Digital Signature Certificate) of the authorized person

Certification by a practising professional (Chartered Accountant, Company Secretary, or Cost Accountant)

Documents Required for CSR-1

To file the CSR-1 Form, the following documents are generally needed:

PAN Card of the entity

Registration Certificate (under applicable law)

Details of Governing Body Members

Digital Signature Certificate (DSC) of the authorized representative

Professional certification by a practicing CA, CS, or CMA

Process of Filing CSR-1

Preparation of Documents: Ensure all statutory documents are updated and ready.

Login to MCA Portal: Access the Ministry of Corporate Affairs website.

Download CSR-1 eForm: Available under eForms section.

Fill in Details: Carefully enter all required information as discussed above.

Attach Documents and Sign: Upload the supporting documents and affix DSC.

Professional Certification: The form must be certified by a practicing professional.

Submission: Submit the form through the MCA portal.

Once submitted, the MCA verifies the information. Upon successful verification, a unique CSR Registration Number is issued.

Allotment of CSR Registration Number & Its Importance

After successful filing and approval of Form CSR-1, the MCA allots a unique CSR Registration Number to the organization. This number:

Acts as an identifier for the implementing agency

Must be quoted by companies when reporting CSR expenditures

Is essential for tracking fund utilization and CSR reporting in annual reporting

This number essentially legitimizes the agency’s capacity to receive and execute CSR-funded projects.

Common Challenges in CSR-1 Registration and How to Overcome Them

While the process seems straightforward, entities may face certain hurdles:

Document Readiness: Incomplete or outdated documents can lead to rejection.

Digital Signature Issues: Ensure the DSC is valid and properly installed.

Lack of Professional Assistance: Errors in the form or certification may delay approval. It is advisable to consult an experienced professional for form preparation and certification.

Understanding MCA Portal: The portal can be technical for first-timers. Training staff or using consultants can help navigate the process smoothly.

How Can ThinkCap Advisors Help

Often, implementing agencies apply for CSR registration number without understanding the requirements of CSR law. CSR regulations impose certain restrictions on acceptance of funds by Implementing agencies. Since the allotment of CSR registration number is automatic, IAs often apply and receive without understanding their eligibility to receive funds under CSR regulations. Simply put, having a CSR registration number does not automatically allow a non-profit to receive funds. At ThinkCap, as a CSR consulting firm, we provide strategic guidance to non-profits to help them understand the nuances of CSR law so that they become eligible to receive CSR funds.

Conclusion

CSR-1 registration is more than a regulatory formality—it is a validation of an organization’s legitimacy, and readiness to partner with corporates in creating social impact. With increasing scrutiny and evolving CSR norms, having a CSR Registration Number is now indispensable for IAs in India.

As a CSR consulting services & social sector consulting firm, we advise clients to be meticulous with documentation, understand the legal framework, and seek the right professional support to ease the process and open doors to substantial funding opportunities. In an era where corporate goodwill is deeply tied to social contribution, CSR-1 registration is your non-profit’s ticket to meaningful collaborations and sustained impact.

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How do I get a study visa for Singapore in 2025 easily?

Singapore is one of the popular destinations for international students who are seeking world-class education & better lifestyle. Likewise, world-class universities & colleges as well as one of the best education systems with affordable fees in Singapore easily pulls a huge number of international students each year. The most imperative step which will allow you to study there is a Singapore Study visa.

Here, you will get all the information related to the Singapore study visa explained below:

What is a Singapore Student Pass?

In Singapore, a visa is called a “Pass”

Any international student who is applying for a study visa in Singapore is called a “Student Pass”. Even universities in Singapore are also commonly recognized as IHL (Institutes of Higher Learning).

All student pass need to submit through Singapore’s official Registration System which is firmly called, SOLAR (Student Pass Online Application & Registration)

The application process for student passes has to be created at least one month before the start of the semester

Application for student passes is directly evaluated & processed through, Singapore Immigration & Checkpoint Authority”. If the applicant’s age is 20 or above, and taking admission in any of these courses like Language, Vocational, Arts, etc, then the Embassy may demand an interview with the candidate

International students who wish to apply for a work permit post completion of their study in Singapore can apply for a “Visit pass”. A visit pass will allow the candidates to stay in Singapore for one year, during this time candidates can search for employment. If the candidate receives any full-time employment, then the visit pass will be converted to an “Employment pass”

Document checklist for Singapore Study Visa:

Valid Passport (should be valid for at least 3 months after the study program)

Valid Identity Proof

Current Photograph

Letter of Acceptance from Singapore University

Copy of E-Form 16 & Form V36 (from SOLAR)

Comprehensive study plan

Medical Certificate (as per ICA requirement)

In-principle Approval Letter

Language Test Score

Application fees (SGD 30 upon submission of the application, SGD 60 upon the issuance of the student pass)

Birth Certificate

Academic Certifications & Transcripts

Proof of Funds

Steps for Students to pass an application process for Student Visa in Singapore:

New applications for student passes must be submitted at least 1 month before the commencement of the course. Applications must be submitted through the student‘s pass on Line application & Registration system (SOLAR).

Registration of Application by an Institute of Higher Learning before international student submit an application for student pass through SOLAR, the college must register the student through SOLAR with the following information mentioned below:

Name, Date of Birth, Gender, and Nationality of the student

Course details, Course commencement, Course end date

SOLAR application reference number

Form 16 submission by the student

Once the college will register the student, he needs to log in to SOLAR to submit eForm 16. Students must need to follow the instructions mentioned below before logging in to SOLAR:

A registration acknowledgment notice with the login information provided by the College/University.

Passport Details

Address & Contact Details of Singapore (if not available, provide college registered address)

Applicant’s phone number & email address

One passport-size photograph

After submission of eForm 16 through SOLAR, students need to take a printout of eForm submission to the student’s unit pass, ICA, to complete the formalities of the Student’s Pass.

Key points of Singapore Study Visa:

Fast visa processing (maximum 25-30 days)

GAP is acceptable (in some of the colleges

Eligible to study post 10 the past

No IELTS is required (in some of the colleges)

On-Job paid training during the study

Pathway to UK, Canada, Australia

The rejection rate of Student Visa in Singapore:

Every year thousands of Indian students move to Singapore to pursue their higher education. The entire process is complex & require multiple steps to clear.

Applying for a student visa in Singapore doesn’t give any assurance that applicants will receive the positive response because authorities have the right to deny their application. However, the chances are less to get a rejection in Singapore. But, as per the ratio, study visa success rate for Singapore is more than 90%.

Some of the reasons for rejections are mentioned below:

Incomplete or fraudulent documents

Unable to fulfill the requirement as per visa document checklist

English proficiency score

Get Free Assessment for Singapore Study Visa

Read More about Study Visa:

Canada Study Visa 

Australia Study Visa 

UK Study Visa 

Malta Study Visa

France Study Visa

[massivetyrantruins]

I bought that movie on youtube movies first eformed reformed is pretty good actually