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[techsevi]

Operating System क्या है? परिभाषा, प्रकार, कार्य, विशेषताएं

Operating System क्या है? परिभाषा, प्रकार, कार्य, विशेषताएं

अगर आप फोन या कम्प्यूटर इस्तेमाल करते हैं। तो आपने Android, iOS और Windows का नाम जरूर सुना होगा। ये दरअसल कुछ पॉपुलर ऑपरेटिंग सिस्टम्स हैं। जो स्मार्टफोन से लेकर कम्प्यूटर और ATM मशीन से लेकर Robots तक सबमें इस्तेमाल होते हैं। लेकिन क्या आपको पता है कि Operating System क्या होता है? और यह कैसे काम करता है? अगर नहीं, तो यह आर्टिकल खास आपके लिए है। क्योंकि इस आर्टिकल में इसी विषय पर विस्तार से…

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[trip-downtheriverstyx]

A Touch Of Destiny || Loud Bell

Toulouse Bonfamille was on Hades’s ship.

After seven years-- after Hades thought he had eviscerated his life on land and all that it weathered-- it had been hand-delivered to him by his own bloody crew. He should not be so surprised; when he’d heard Bonfamille as the name of the Commodore’s husband, his past had crept ever closer. Toulouse was supposed to be far away, though. Why was he in the bloody Commodore’s house in the first place? And why...how...was he a werewolf?

Hades shouldn’t care about the answers to these questions, but he did. He shouldn’t care about the anger on Lou’s face in the light of his fire...but part of him did. 

Before he could find these answers though, he had to speak to his wife.

He waited as he always did at the wheel of the ship, squinting out at the dim light. It was just about time for Belle to return to this plane, which meant that Hades’ time would be cut short. There would be no time to waste when she was delivered from Limbo’s hold. Hardly time for a warm greeting, an embrace. 

Belle came into focus as the sun peeked over the horizon. She shimmered, like a mirage. And then, she was here. 

Hades reached for her hand. 

“My love,” he greeted, and it was the only greeting he could give. “I have-- some unfortunate news about our prisoner.” 

@labellerose-acheron​

[faroutfillmore]

Shipping Up to Swynlake | Open

Working at the dockyard meant Fillmore saw just about everyone who came and went from Swynlake Port. That was why he had taken the job, anyway, so he could keep an eye on things and gauge what ship might give him the best opportunity to escape the port and return home to the mainland. Of course, the downside of working where the ships came in meant that Fillmore constantly had to look over his shoulder in case someone who may recognize him showed up. 

So when he  bumped into someone while carrying a large crate, Fillmore jumped. “Oh, pardon,” he apologized, appraising the person-- he wasn’t sure if they had just departed a ship, were just about to board one, or was just there to watch them set sail. “Are you sure you should be over here in the dockyards? I think boarding is that way,” Fillmore explained, nodding as if to point in the right direction.

[aquata-the-champ]

The Seaweed is Always Greener | Aquatina (~BPOS~)

Aquata never felt more like herself than she did in the water. Upending her life, pushing aside her moral qualms, it was all worth it. She didn’t have any worries or responsibilities, just a tail that sparkled in the sunlight, a cute mer-boyfriend, and her sisters. Most of them, anyway. Lounging around in the sun was much preferable to having to pretend to be someone she wasn’t and enter some stupid political marriage.

What really validated Aquata’s choice was that Attina was there, though. Even if she and her sister had clashed over the years, they agreed on the important things. When she spotted Attina’s orange tail, Aquata dove off of the rock she had been sitting on and followed after, pulling on Attina’s tail to try and scare her. “Tina!” she called, catching up. “What are you up to?”

@attina-the-responsible​

[captain-nyxquillspear]

Captain’s Quarters || Nyxion (BPOS)

The Navy was in Port Swynlake. At least two ships full of them. Nyx had heard rumors of course, but when a particularly smarmy looking man came up to her spouting off at the mouth about how he was going to be the winner and defeat every last Magick out there, leaving them dead in the water, well, that just confirmed the Navy pond scum had arrived.

The Quartermaster, of course, turned to the man and said he would be lucky to leave with his life let alone win. Long story short, wagers were set and Nyx met the man out back in the pig pens where he took a real nice nap after meeting her fist. Repeatedly. 

With a fuller bag of coin, boots definitely muddier than she left, hair tousled in the scramble, she hopped aboard the QCR and saw candlelight coming from Clarion’s quarters. Surely, the Captain would want to know of her time in town (also Nyx had bought herself a celebratory drink or two so she was feeling bolder). 

She kicked off her muddy boots, feeling better in her bare feet anyway, and waltzed into the Captain’s quarters, “Captain.” She smirked a bit as she poked her head in. “Think we’ve got one less competitor on the naval side for the competition.”

[nadiaibrahim-blog1]

The Dressing Room is not Your Enemy

Something major happened while I was doing a little shopping today. I wanted to freshen up my wardrobe for spring with a few new things so I went to Nordstrom Rack and picked out about 15 articles of clothing; jeans, joggers, dresses, shirts, jackets, even a pair of shorts. I went into the dressing room; bright neon white lights making my skin look yellow, marking every dent and imperfection on my body. Out of everything I tried on, ONE THING FIT. ONE. Usually I would leave the dressing room in a huff, feeling discouraged, pissed off, totally self conscious, defeated...instead, I walked out of there completely unphased. Instead of beating myself up for being “plus sized” and angry I’m not a size small or medium, I just didn’t care! I think the only thing that bothered me was the fact that I spent 20 mins in the dressing room to walk out with one item I wasn’t even crazy about.

So how exactly was this experience different than the dozens of times I’ve gone to a store, tried on clothes and absolutely hated my body? A few things:

1) Recognizing that every brand is sized differently. 

2) Recognizing that not every single thing that smaller people try on fits them, either.

3) Recognizing that a size is just a size. If I need a different size, I will get a different size, and most likely feel like a rockstar in the jeans that actually fit me.

4) Recognizing that my body is just that, a body. And it’s bigger in some areas, and still beautiful. I am my own kind of beautiful. 

5) Recognizing how simply amazing it is that this body works. I can walk, I can run, I can lift weights, I can swim, I can do anything I want to do with this body! How amazing is that?

Acknowledging all of these things was easy. But believing them is a whole other animal, I get that. So I offer to you to consider what triggers you during a try-on haul, why you’re feeling the way you are, and how quickly you can turn your mindset around. Once you start, it only gets easier, and your relationship with yourself and your body will blossom. You got this <3