#pure ev

[pureevindia]

https://www.apnnews.com/icra-reaffirms-pure-evs-bb-credit-rating-for-long-term/

ICRA Reaffirms PURE EV’s BB+ Credit Rating for Long-term

PURE EV has maintained its BB+ (stable) ratings from the well-known rating agency ICRA. This is attributed to the company’s consistent performance over the years and its commitment to financial discipline. With this reaffirmed rating, PURE EV stands out from its start-up peers in the EV 2W industry. ICRA highlights a positive long-term demand outlook for electric two-wheelers (e2W) in the country.

[motogadi]

The Pure EV ecoDryft Electric Motorcycle is priced at Rs 99,999 and has a range of 130 km

Pure EV, a Hyderabad-based electric vehicle manufacturer, has introduced the ecoDryft electric motorcycle in India. The Pure EV ecoDryft costs Rs 99,999. (ex-showroom, Delhi). The ex-showroom price of Rs 99,999 is only available to customers purchasing the Pure EV ecoDryft in the nation’s capital, New Delhi. The ex-showroom price for customers purchasing the new ecoDryft electric motorcycle…

[saturnvs]

taking a ride down to the little lake

[pocochiiiiii]

happy new year !

Best wishes for the year ahead!

Since it's the year of the dragon, I garnished it with wyrms.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Meeting Excalibur:

Flynn:

Eve:

And the LiTs:

The Librarian: Quest for the Spear (2004)/The Librarians S01E01 And the Crown of King Arthur.

[snarky-wallflower]

Lucifer: If I had a nickel for each time Adam’s wife liked me much, much better than him, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird not surprising at all that it happened twice.

[youphoriaot7]

This is it. This is the end. They've fucked things up for the last time, and Cellbit is going to be furious.

Pac clutches his hands to his ears, breathing shallow and quick as he presses himself back against the tree trunk. Panic is seeping into every pore of his body, fingers trembling beyond his control. He screws his eyes shut, begging this to stop, for him to wake up, have this all just be a bad dream, a bad dream—it can't be real. It can't be. Forever's okay, Richas is here, Mike is safe, and Cellbit—

Cellbit isn't angry.

He's mumbling under his breath, now; soft words even he himself doesn't understand. The wood of the tree trunk behind him jabs painfully into his spine, but he doesn't care. It's the only thing keeping him even somewhat sane right now: he can live with a few scrapes.

"Pac?"

That voice again, calling out to him. He shakes his head, pressing his hands tighter over his ears, elbows folding in an effort to hide himself from view. There's a quiet conversation from in front of him—Cellbit's voice is nearer than Antoine's; in fact, it sounds like he's right in front of him—

"Pac."

There's a gentle touch on his arm and Pac jerks upright, throwing his back roughly against the tree trunk once again. Cellbit yanks his arm back, expression equally surprised as he stares back at Pac. A moment of silence passes, the only noise between either of them being Pac's frantic breathing. Then, Cellbit slowly lets his arm down as he crouches nearby.

"Breathe, moço. It's okay."

His voice is calm despite the audible wobbling, hands placating despite the way they tremble. The crouch is purposefully careful; as non-preditorial as possible. So he's guessed the issue. It's not really a surprise. (He always was smarter than them.)

Pac forces himself to look up at the other man, heart thunking against the inside of his rib cage as if it's going to burst out and run away.

There's no malice in his gaze. Only concern, and worry—some directed towards Forever, Pac is sure, but most of it is directed at him. This is...not an easy realization for Pac to come to.

He's not mad.

"We're going to figure this out, okay?" Cellbit continues, eyes still focused on Pac's own. "We're going to get Forever back. And then we're going to find Richas, and Mike, and then we're going to get the hell off of this fucking island." He takes a deep breath, immediately schooling the slight flicker of anger that flashes across his face.

But Pac sees it. He can't help it; at this point, it's almost like a sixth sense he's become aware of—always watching, always alert. Stay on guard. Eyes always open—if he wanted to use the other man's own words against him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, shaking his head as he manages to tear his gaze away from Cellbit's. "I'm sorry, Cell. I'm so, so sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Cellbit's eyebrows furrow together as he scoots a half-step closer. He doesn't reach out a hand, though. Not again. "Pac, this isn't your fault. None of this is any of our faults." There's a small flinch, something that says he doesn't quite believe the words he's saying. "Well...I have no one but myself to blame, for some of it—but you didn't do anything. Okay?"

The words have to roll around in Pac's head for a moment before he can manage a small nod. He glances up to see the other man offering his hands out, trying to help Pac to his feet. There's no trace of anger, no trace of fear. Only despair.

Slowly, hesitantly, Pac accepts.

When they're standing once more, Cellbit carefully lays his hands on either one of Pac's shoulders. It's a position Pac wasn't expecting, and he can't do anything but blink as he stares back at the other man. "We're getting out of this," Cellbit repeats firmly, gaze snapping—not with anger, but with determination. "I promise you."

Pac struggles to swallow, simply nodding in response. Cellbit nods as well, removing his grip. He turns to return to the warpstone, and it's all Pac can do to get his wobbling knees to follow.

He knows Cellbit isn't the same. He knows he's trying so hard to be different, be better. He's heard the other man apologize a hundred times, and accepted them every time—because he's trying, and thats more than Pac can say for some people.

But it doesn't change the way his eyes zero in on Cellbit's clenched fist as they walk back to the waystone. The way his gaze catches on the knife sheath hanging from Cellbit's belt—a fairly new addition to his typical outfit. The way he's prepared for the other man to explode at any minute.

But he doesn't. The calm air carries over as they warp back to the main square, meeting up with Antoine.

"I...I can't do this anymore," Pac murmurs moments later, interrupting Cellbit and Antoine's conversation. Both of them glance over in surprise.

Cellbit reacts first, nodding. He reaches a hand out, setting it on Pac's shoulder. "Get some rest." His voice is so much more gentle than the harsh tone Pac is subconsciously expecting that it's nearly jarring. "I'm going to look around a bit more."

Pac just nods, already reaching for the warpstone at his belt. But something catches his left hand and he glances up to see Cellbit's fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist. Startled, his gaze shoots up to the other man's face, but Cellbit's piercing eyes won't meet his own.

"...be careful out there, Pac." His voice is low, but not dangerous. More...exhausted.

Pac nods, carefully squeezing the other man's fingers in return. "I will," he whispers, removing his hand from the fierce grip in order to rub it across his warp stone.

He collapses into a heap on the floor of Chume Labs the moment he arrives.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

if it will keep you from setting them off while people are trying to celebrate. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

... but of course. ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ

[hawkwidows]

what do you MEANNNNN people think it's weird if the party drink next season (which isn't even confirmed to be happening like-) WHANHFDBDJDBDHD WHY IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH EVERYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO THESE CHARACTERS why can people not let them be the teenagers that they are or grow up hooooly shit. these topics are hypothetical theories for now, it's all just fun during this hiatus!!

I'd care so much less if people just said "it's not for me personally" in their actual posts and not in replies to people later, bc people's actual posts are worded like something is actually wrong with the ideas being discussed, wrong for the characters, which is never true. your personal tastes or discomforts don't = what is relevant for characters OR other people in the fandom, come on 😭

anyway will byers is a giggly affectionate drunk you heard it here first

[backjustforberena]

Rhaenys Targaryen + the Strong boys

[wearevillaneve]

"Murder On the Dance Floor" by Sophie Ellis-Bextor or otherwise known as The Past (Killing Eve/2019) written and supervised by Emerald Fennell) is Prologue (Saltburn/2023) also written and directed by Emerald Fennell) Coincidence? Please. Everything's connected.

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Alice In Chains - Rooster Live at the Seattle Center in Seattle, WA, December 20 1992

📽️ by Mike's Archive

[independent-fics]

I feel like a lot of fics discuss Parker knowing of Ezekiel but what about Sophie with all her art grifting maybe they ran into each other too? Please share if you have any opinions!

[strawbrryscone]

vanilla girl autumn☕🧸