#pranav

[cottonchronicles]

tiana was very irritated and frustrated after what she heard at pranav's door. she couldn't deny anymore that the attraction was real, and she was furious at herself for it. did it have to be this guy?? she was furious at him, that he was the same never changing playboy. then she was angry at herself for putting too much meaning into their little chit chats and friendly hangouts--there had never been anything explicitly romantic between them, they were not dating or anything, and he would do whatever he wanted. and what did she expect from someone like that??

then the worst happened. he just dropped by someday as if nothing was going on. she reacted very coldly at first, then couldn't keep her anger and became dismissive and tense. finally spit out the words: "i heard you."

pranav's amused reaction pissed tiana off even further, and she started to yell at him. he laughingly said something about the sounds being his father and some girl, which sounded incredibly absurd to tiana. then suddenly--in the middle of fighting--how come they had their first kiss??

here you can find the rules for my version of the disney princess legacy challenge.

#tiana #princess and the frog #ts4 #simblr #disney princess legacy #disney legacy challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #pranav #poor baby girl

[pranavaj]

Guess whom i met today a good friend and master chef @jerson.montereyjack #Dubai #mydubai #pranavajgaonkar #pranav #ajgaonkar #dubaidigital #dubaidigitalexpert #mydubai #visitdubai #appdevelopmentdubai #dubaiit #visitdubai (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co8BaqpS-m8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dubai #mydubai #pranavajgaonkar #pranav #ajgaonkar #dubaidigital #dubaidigitalexpert #visitdubai #appdevelopmentdubai #dubaiit

[pranavmishrabloomingtonindiana]

Pranav Mishra of WA is a 31-year-old data analyst with a Master's in Computer Science from Washington State University.

#Pranav #Mishra #data analyst #old #Computer Science #Washington #Washington State University

[raj8368]

#DTCP_115_2022 Approved #Residential_Villa_plots #Surrounded_by_Gated_Community ##500_Meters_from_NH209_Sathy_Main_Road #Kariyampalayam_Saravanampatti_Coimbatore #Bank_loans_Available #Near by Schools_Sasurie Billabong High International School_KG International School_ White Eagle Public School #Near by Colleges_Nyruthi Polytechnic_college_SNS_College #Near by Hospitals_Shanthi Medical Foundation #Pranav Hospital #Near by MNC Companies_Aurrel itechIES #Canle Valves #Apartments_studios_Residential_commercial_luxury_units_ RERA_approved_villas_plots_farmhouses #onlineapplicationprocess #WhatsApp_+91 8368933870 #india_estate https://www.instagram.com/p/CkXpvI4LOyV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[pranavarora32]

Pranav Arora

Pranav Arora is an investor, entrepreneur, and venture capitalist.

Pranav Arora was an entrepreneur from an early age. Pranav, who was just 16 years old, started his first million-dollar company. He has shown that he is driven, passionate, and skilled in business.

Pranav Arora has made a significant impact on the world, from leading multi-million-dollar businesses to shaking up the investment world to even dedicating time to philanthropy. Pranav’s accomplishments are impressive no matter what age. However, he could accomplish all of these feats well before his 30th birthday. His influence continues to grow.

#Pranav #Arora #Pranav Arora #venture capitalist #philanthropy

[21st-century-boys]

Pranav Raj

#Pranav Raj

[turtletoria]

look at my sketchbook boy

#turtlearts #wordgirl #wg #becky botsford #dr two brains #steven boxleitner #my ocs #heehee last page is my brain blorbos!!!!!!!! finally!!!!!!!!!! #the tired one is named elise and the mustached one is named pranav. for now bc im persnickety #ok who am i kidding theyre just rehashed versions of frankenstein and boxleitner. im sorry #i love me some mad scientists and this time i have free reign #also im so happy with becky's hair now #i got really frustrated with how i was drawing her hair because it just didnt make sense to me #so i looked up a reference for curly hair with headbands and now she looks so adorable i dont think i can go back #i quite like how her hair looks now and its fun (and easier) to draw!

[robertocustodioart]

Pranav Bhargav by Olivier Yoan 2021

#pranav bhargav #olivier yoan

[godsoflust-x]

#Pranav Raj

[cottonchronicles]

as annoying as her neighbor pranav was, tiana didn't know that many people in san myshuno, as she was working quite hard. and when he wasn't being a jerk, pranav was actually kinda fun to talk to. so when the spice festival came to town--which tiana of course couldn't miss--she didn't mind him tagging along.

here you can find the rules for my version of the disney princess legacy challenge.

#i mean it was better than going alone #nothing more--tiana could swear! #also like #isnt it crazy that pranav is a randomly generated townie?? #i hadn't taken him to cas yet at this point omg #tiana #princess and the frog #disney princess legacy #disney legacy challenge #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #pranav #spice festival #ts4 gameplay

[anarchistin]

Periyar understood the importance of ground level work and its power to sustain the idea of social and cultural progress. His staunch objection to the capture of state power even to implement his own ideas was a clear indication of the fact that he knew top-down imposition of an ideology is not going to have a sustainable and lasting impact and any progress will be undone when that power is lost.

Instead of trying to teach people to follow power, people should be made aware to question power and reject its imposition and oppression themselves. He understood that any form of centralized institutional power or authority needs to be opposed, whether it is political, cultural, religious, or linguistic.

— Pranav Jeevan P

#anarchism #periyar #tamil nadu #india #pranav jeevan p #authoritarianism #brahminism #caste

[pranavaj]

The brew estate Thank you for watching my reel #Dubai #mydubai #pranavajgaonkar #pranav #ajgaonkar #dubaidigital #dubaidigitalexpert #mydubai #visitdubai #appdevelopmentdubai #dubaiit #visitdubai (at The Brew Estate) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co3pfx6ywei/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dubai #mydubai #pranavajgaonkar #pranav #ajgaonkar #dubaidigital #dubaidigitalexpert #visitdubai #appdevelopmentdubai #dubaiit

[shibinus]

Me, watching The Mole on Netflix, feeling like the fucking Spiderman meme pointing at everyone as the Mole.

#except for Dom and Will #Love those boys #erin watches the mole #erin watches netflix #and pranav #i really like him too

[auroragoth]

got a cameo in a new series 🦇🏴‍☠

#natsuo blue #pranav srivastava #my sims #DND Legacy Challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #simblr #gen4 #druid

[pinespittinink]

Hey! Get the hell out and is that my shirt for the prompts?

TGGT prompt fill! This has some nsfw content by the end

ꕥ 🎭 ꕥ ⏳ ꕥ 🧵 ꕥ

July is brutal, swelteringly hot. The inner works of the theater are stifling, motes of sawdust sticking to my skin whenever I travel through the corridors. Percival and Joe and the others are reinforcing the older guts under Bessler and Bang's requests, working away to replace the old beams despite the heat. The wood has begun to buckle, the floorboards and upper walkways creaking in valiant protest. The degradation is odd, Percival admits, scratching his bald head one day, but the theater is an old building; upkeep is expected.

Tonya wipes her brow with a rag as I make my way through the upper stretch of the far interior backstage, the sound of conversation over hammers and snapping beams grifting through the thickened air.

"What are you doing in here, Morgan?" she says, resting one hand up against a support beam as her other hangs down, soiled cloth crumpled in her fingers. "No need for you to be in here; some of us should be enjoying the outside."

"It's just as hot out there as it is in here," I reply, pinching my lips wryly. "I've still got work to do."

Besides, I think, I'm looking for my shirt. I had discarded one of my button downs in a fit of beating the heat the other day, and failed to collect it. There's costume laundry to be done soon, and I've developed a sly habit of including my own clothing in the hampers, to take advantage of the new machines on Édeline Street.

So far I have checked the costume den, the downstairs practice rooms, and the green-papered room where the parties happen. It's been a fruitless search so far, but the heat is making me irritable, and I am set on leaving nothing out.

I leave Tonya behind, descending the creaking stairs and weaving through the crew members. My last guess is the dark swath of backstage, immense and cluttered. I was talking to Zachary there recently, the two of us lounging among the set pieces until I had made the poor mistake of mentioning something to do with Ariel, which has the unfortunate caveat of unseating Zachary from any prior focus on anything else in the world.

My face twists into a frown at the thought, and I run a haggard hand through my lank hair, pinching the collar of my undershirt to try to waft some stale air against my skin as I maneuver through the dark. I peer this way and that among the sets, arms out to keep myself from bumping into any sharp edges.

I cannot find the shirt where were talking, but then again, it's difficult for me to remember precisely where we were. Did someone move it? I wonder, peering under a bench and squinting.

I jolt at the sound of a sudden bump, nearly hitting my head on the bottom of the bench. I straighten up slowly, gazing out in the direction of the stage. The heat is slightly lesser here, but it does not justify the creeping sensation prickling over the nape of my neck. I think of the figure I have glimpsed over these past months; the formless stranger no one has been able to detect.

No one has seen them but me, after all.

"Hello?" I say into the darkness. My voice is as soft as a pin fall.

I make my way forward carefully, my steps quiet. The wooden stands of painted trees reach upward, some of their foliage tall enough to nearly reach the catwalks. It's as though I am walking through a forest, a shrouded version of the glade that appears onstage during one of the ballets, glittering like a fairy realm.

I hear another sound and turn my head, eyes narrowed and seeking. The rear of the great clamshell bed rises in the shadows, pale and pearly. It is the rear of a greater set piece, snug between opulent walls decorated with sculpted sea life and glittery corals. I make my way toward it with a single-minded focus, ducking around the sets to enter it from the front, slipping between the crack in the wall. The clam shell bed is a beautiful creation, but I hardly have a mind to admire it right now. There is the sound of shifting behind the curtains, of breath, and I reach out to pull them aside, tongue held between my teeth.

I expected a man hiding, perhaps. The portal saboteur, finally found. Instead, I find two figures rather than one: Pranav, laying half-clothed on his back, and Temperpina, kneeling over his taut stomach, pleasuring herself feverishly with one hand between her legs.

My presence goes unnoticed for an infinitesimal second. Temperpina lifts her head up and screams; Pranav yells. Temperpina's dark hair is rippling down over her shoulders, her breasts nearly entirely exposed. A tragically familiar button down shirt is draped on her shoulders, scrunched up along her arms, old sweat stains dark at the armpits. A single button is fastened at the bottom near her navel.

"What are you doing?" she screams. She removes her hand from between her legs, planting it on Pranav's stomach and making him wheeze.

"Is that my shirt?" I say unnecessarily, knowing entirely that it is my shirt.

Pranav makes an incredulous sound, baffled and angry. "Is that your shirt--"

"Get out!" Temperpina screeches, her hair jumbled, curls lashing. "Get out the hell out!"

I let go of the curtain as though it's burned me. Stumbling back, I hit the wall of the set with a yelp. I duck out of the set as Pranav's voice raises to match Pina's, the two of them climbing into a riot that I do not decipher as I flee the backstage, heart pounding in my chest.

#the great glavenisean theater #sap smut #my writing #tggt excerpt #oc: morgan #oc: temperpina #oc: pranav #temperpina and pranav are messy bitches #thank you for this! still getting back into the swing of things; #sergeantnarwhalwrites #asks

[pranavmishrabloomingtonindiana]

Pranav Mishra Bloomington Indiana - An Ambitious Data Analyst

As a data analyst, Pranav Mishra has a strong foundation in computer science and a passion for big data. He has worked as a freelance data analyst since 2020, enjoying the freedom and flexibility remote work provides. Pranav Mishra hopes to become a successful data scientist and solution architect.

#pranavmishrabloomingtonindiana #Pranav Mishra Bloomington Indiana #Data Analyst #Lexington #Kentucky #United States