#@wordsdrippinginink

[minister-of-silly-walks]

Tag Game! :D

Tag game! Tag nine people you would like to know better: Havent done one of these in a hot minute, thankies @metamagic-adept for the tag.

Last song: Anamorphic by Joker off of that Castle Chase Music playlist which is a great bop for sports

Favourite colour: Purple or that weird blue green thats not quite teal that you find in the ocean but it isnt really a color as its not a pigment but instead a refraction

Currently watching: Uhhhhhh.... It counts when you only really watch stuff with your friend right? I guess, Dropout? And Hermitcraft.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory, Savory/Spicy, Savory/Sweet, Sweet, then spicy on its own. Oh but i just had watermelon with tajin recently and i had forgotten how much i love that particular spicy sweet combo there. Hm.

Relationship status: Single. Vibin.

Current obsession: Hermitcraft. Goldeneye (Yes the james bond movie, yes its old, no we dont understand why here at the ministry either). Ah. And Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries, but the books not the show.

Last thing you googled: That would be much to revealing so instead have the second to last thing i googled which was "HermitcraftxGamersOutreach Donation Campaign"

i tag (no pressure, just for fun): @lunarshores @authenticaussie @anadiangelo @dee-de-winter @wordsdrippinginink @computerpotpourri @a-redharlequin @einsamewache an @tiamatisobscure and an open invitation to whoever would like to

[treavellergirl]

1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions on your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

Right, here we go, I got tagged by @tsume-yuki .

The Questions:

1. All time favourite song?

Oh that question is going to be the Death of me. I switch every single day, though I have songs that I can listen to over and over again, for a short period of time, and then I switch again. So no true all time favorite song I´m afraid. The list would include way to many to even try to type them all.

2. Biggest difference in your personality from ten years ago and how you are right now?

Oh hahaha, I type and send what I like now a lot more then I ever did then, I can assure you of that. I am also more in tune with a lot of things I straight up does not like, and can therefore avoid it - though I was a lot more rose tinted view 10 years ago, and that trust and optimism is both a relief and a sadness to have lost it. More World weary, and less trusting, essentially. Though it is weighted up in knowing more about myself instead.

3. What was your favourite toy growing up?

I always insited on 3 different types of rabbits to be with me at all times when travelling somewhere when I was small, that AND my personal pillow. Because that was my ultimate Comfort thing when going away to other places, because they were mine, and no one else could claim them from me.

4. What would you want your last meal ever to be?

..... A huge buffé with food from all over the World, so if it is the last meal, then it might as well be the food that kills me ^^.

5. What’s your favourite ice cream flavor?

Strawberry, though I am really fond of a flavor I don´t think is made anymore that was Mocha flavor, and it was the best I´ve ever had, and then it disappeared, so now it is Strawberry, though I tend to pick vanilla when buying - because it goes with everything, and when it comes to Strawberry I want as much strawberries in it as possible, which it often isn´t much of in it.

6. Cutest nickname you’ve ever been called?

Chikadee, no question about it. Because it honestly sound so cute, and bubbly and full of energy, “you can do it!” that it brightens the day everytime it comes up.

7. If you could pick a new first name, what would it be?

I honestly have no idea in terms of actual names though I would prefer something that means something. Whether it is something that has a personal deep meaning, or something that is a code of life, inspiration - something to uphold, well it would depend on how it fits.

8. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

I am lucky if my nose sticks out at night so I can breath, I tuck myself in as much as possible. That and the fact that I hate when it is cold makes for a very miserable winter, because if I am cold I can not sleep at all. So to sleep I need to have a pair of socks on, and usually I just say that I hibernate at Winter, because you can almost never see me then unless neccesary. Drag me out of bed, quite literally sometimes, though I´ve become so much better at being like a normal human being at Winter during these last few years.

9. What personal trait has gotten you in the most trouble?

Just one? Oh. That one is hard. Hm, if by meaning of trouble, you mean fights or similar things the closest thing would be that I tend to bottle up my anger until it explodes, and the triggers was not always the same, so I never really knew what would finally cause the outbreak.

It does not help that when it finally ocurr, it got messy really fast.

Like “I have to get out of here or I will do something regrettable” while fuming like a tea kettle boiling over, with steam coming out of the ears kind of thing - and the ugly crying, the stamping of the feet in pure FRUSTRATION because HOW are you suppose to convey what piss you off so much when it HURTS so much, the throat pretty much clogged with anger, hurt, fury, dissapointment, all the whistles. And all the while trying to talk/scream over someone else to get your point across - I hate confrontations because of this shit.

Why must I rip my heart out to get the point across that some thing just plain is not acceptable and it hurts damn it?? 

< - - - - - That was my turbulent relationship for a number of years with one of my siblings. Joy. (Until we both lived in separate parts of the country, with our own spaces, and that it took that much to make us both settle and be okay with being around each other for more then 5 min at a time? I hated it.

Think of two territorial beings that has to coexist in a much to small space, where you walk around on tip-toes just to go for the throat when a line was crossed. Bam. A huge screaming fight. With stamping of feets and slammed doors.

At least we never really got to the point of physical fights. We so did not need to add that. Though our relationship is pretty much ok now, after so long of begrudgingly accepting that compromises is a way of life.

And just the fact that we´ve lived on our own at out own places, really made a huge difference. We are very much big on “mine, my things, my pets, my space, keep out unless invited” so you might imagine how that went when we had to share a room for most of our childhood, and then came the puberty and the hormones and own spaces, and what do we do with all this space? and whoa. What a mess. Though we are fine now ^^.

10. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Would it sound terribly weird if I wanted to dive into other peoples mindscapes and see how they build their stories and worldbuildings and throw ideas back and forth and just watch it snowball from there? Because that was the first thing that came to mind. So real places apparently takes second place in this ^^.

Think the mindreaders of the Naruto series, where they see things inside other peoples minds and can walk around and interact with it, with a sprinkle of Legilimency, though it would show itself in a different way. Like “you are in a room and have a screen that allows you to choose what to show (in a life like manner, like you were there” kind of different. Everything from ideas to thoughts, and build up from it.

So it would not affect the persons in a negitive way, but more like “hey I have this wacky idea, what do you think of this?” and throw out so many different things that it could make anyone dizzy. 

11. What’s the story behind your username? 

- Oh finally, a question that is easy to answer ^^.

A long time ago, when I was around 10-11, or even 12 years old, I had a free sample of a game called Traveller. (If my memory is correct, it could be wrong on the name of the game itself though) And that name really made me sit up and take notice, because here was a game that was EXACTLY what is sounded like, which struck a cord with me, because it essentially urged you to EXPLORE and TRAVEL and it was everything I wanted to do around then.

It did not matter if I travelled to a real place or an imaginary one, because the freedom of just up and leave everything behind at that point in my life? It was higly desirable.

And when it comes to travels, oh boy, I still hate packing for that. I am so bad at it, that there is no words for it, though it has seen some improvement by sheer trial and error through the years.

After the whole finding that game, testing it and later discarding it, AFTER I finally made my own username with inspiration from it, of course, I later down the line found my then ultimate treasure hoard of astrology books and just up and dived into them (and the fact that I still mix things up in that area is another matter entirely). Those huge thick books which I admantadly HAD to have with me practically everytime I was going away, which meant an entire bag full of books, every single time I was going to travel away. The packing was not fun, I can tell you that. I earned the nickname “the bag Lady” from my mother from this habit that continued for several years.

So long story short, the username comes from the inspiration of a game called Traveller, and to date it is the only game I truly remember from that period of time.

(... And I am unable to type short answers that does not spin off into their own universe too. Not exactly news, though it was some time ago that I had so much of it all at once staring right back at me like this ^^.)

So the new 11 Questions :

1. What would your ideal day be like?

2. You have to choose an animal for a pet, which one would you choose and why?

3. You have 5 min to think of which World you would choose to be inserted into, SI style, and say why you choose that particular World. Twist : You can choose where you end up, but you would have to stick around the first person that find you, for a year, after being found by the aforementioned person.

4. If you could choose one ability from any and all manga/anime, what would be your choice?

5. You have to select a theme Music for yourself, what would be your choice? (It could be a song, a specific genre and/or specific singer - or why not pick and choose from it all and make it truly personal? So a song, with a different singer and in another genre style which the song is performed).

6. Out of all protagonist just floating around in the manga/anime worlds, which one would you choose if you had to have one of them for a family in this World?

7. You have to pick a new profession, effective immediatly. What is your choice?

8. You loose one of your senses. Which one would it be?

9. You are offered a free move to another country, all expenses paid for. Where would you end up and why?

10. For a new Project, which one would you like to collaborate with? It could be about anything that falls into your interests.

11. Which language would you choose to learn if you had to learn a new one and the reason why?

My Tagees:

1. @marcoacesabo

2. @maikusakabe

3. @blackkatmagic

4. @empresskira

5. @sabo-writer-princess

6. @sableu

7. @langwrites

8. @araceil

9. @wordsdrippinginink

10. @ananfal

11. @bluediva

[dee-de-winter]

I'm a monster who doesn't deserve your love. Marcoace.

also on ao3, continuation of this and this

Somehow Tuesdays were always the longest days, the ones with the worst cases and the most paperwork. It was always a Tuesday, and Marco already knew it as well, making sure to be home on Tuesdays specifically after Ace’s shift. He was considerate on any day, but on these specific days he went all out.

As usual, there were sounds coming from the kitchen as soon as Ace tumbled through the door, tired and ready to take a shower and relax at least a bit. Still, he took care to drop his shoes by the door and hang the coat properly no matter how badly he wanted to just dump everything on the floor and melt into the carpet.

Instead he went through his routine then stopped at the kitchen door.

“I am a monster who doesn’t deserve your love,” Marco said just as he leaned against the doorframe. He didn’t even turn to look at Ace, as per usual, he always just somehow knew when Ace was right behind him..

“You’re being dramatic,” Ace said with a healthy does of suspicion. “You’re only dramatic when you eat my food, what did you do.”

Marco turned then, looking incredibly guilty like Ace rarely saw, and he couldn’t help but sigh because he was a detective, dammit, and he could deduce shit about his own husband easily.

“Not the pistachios,” he said, unable to keep the whine out of his voice. “Anything but the pistachios.”

“I’m sorry,” Marco said and he sounded it too. “I completely forgot we didn’t have any more.”

He was closing into Ace’s space, looking all kinds of shamed and sad, but still slightly amused if Ace knew him at all. It was funny, Ace thought, how he never felt this guilt over the work he did.

“My pistachios,” Ace said and there was definitely a pout there because they were his favorites and Marco always kept several containers around the apartment at all times, but they hadn’t had the time to go shopping lately.

Marco’s hands were settling on Ace’s hips, pulling him closer until Ace could lean his forehead against Marco’s.

“I made pancakes for dinner,” Marco said, nuzzling against Ace’s nose, the contact warming Ace to the core after the snow he’d trudged through to get home. “A lot of blueberries, just like you like them.”

“You hate blueberries,” Ace said, bringing his arms up to wind them around Marco’s shoulders, relaxing into his hold. The shitty day he’d had was slowly melting away, just like the snow clinging to his hair.

“I kinda deserve them today,” Marco told him, too charming and sweet as he pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Ace’s mouth.

“I think I deserve maple syrup without a side of judgement today,” Ace added, poking out his tongue just to swipe it across Marco’s lower lip. 

He tasted like syrup and a bit of chocolate and like home. Everything about him was home, just what Ace needed at the end of a day like that.

“Promise I won’t judge you for eating pancakes like a five year old with a sweet tooth,” Marco told him, judging just a tiny bit, but kissing it better not a moment later.

“Come on,” he said and pulled away, adorably reluctant as if their time was limited and he couldn’t just steal another kiss any time. “I found that movie you wanted to watch too, it’s all set up on the TV.”

“That’s not out yet,” Ace said, but followed towards the plates set up on the counter. “Are you pirating movies now?”

He couldn’t stop the laugh when Marco looked at him with big innocent eyes, completely fake and barely believable. 

“Of course not,” he said, indignant in that way only he could be. “That’s illegal.”

[rockingthegraveyard]

gohan

favorite thing about them

He’s so loving and selfless. He’s a bit sad and fairly insecure but he pushes that aside in a heartbeat for his loved ones. 

least favorite thing about them

My least favorite thing has to do more with the fandom than his character in general. I really dislike how people shit on him for not wanting to fight. And even though he doesn’t keep up with his training, he never actually  becomes a “weak” character.

favorite line

Whenever he swears to protect his family and tells them he loves them, years are added to my life.

brOTP

Krillin is literally so good with Gohan while also teasing him constantly. Best uncle.

OTP

Gohan and Videl, a ship I’ve loved since childhood.

nOTP

Piccolo, I can’t see him anything other than Gohan’s green dad.

random headcanon

He’s actually an excellent cook because he learned from his mother. 

unpopular opinion

I fucking love Sayiaman okay, so much!

song i associate with them

Young Heart by We Are the Ocean is literally perfect for Gohan.

favorite picture of them

One of many honestly.

[art-farting]

Spring Comes, A Mender Of Things by @wordsdrippinginink is a blessing I never knew I needed. 

Follow The Progress??

[justm3h]

@wordsdrippinginink ‘s Comic Au inspired me to doodle up some superhero designs, as I am weak to costume design as some of you may have noticed.

Most of Ace/Firestarter’s costume centered on the skull part of his hat with a few additions here and there for a demon them. Sabo/Dragonclaw got the casual clothes hero costume, to better blend in and with the little personal touch of his goggles.

Marco. Oh Marco. Pretty much figured he would be a disaster from the get go and then I was inspired by Discowing. These are the results. You are no longer allowed to dress yourself. I hope your modern redesign is better!

[sunshinepunks-secretsanta]

Title: revolutionary under cover meets some pirates

For: @wordsdrippinginink

[stephiesaurus]

When you fuck something up and someone wants to take a picture while they're getting their phone keeping going, fuck up even more because when you are done it could turn out fine

[dzara26-blog]

"MY DIARY" Last evening me and my friend sat beside a tree on that old bench. Just like our old days, she has her guitar which she started playing. The music she played was so soothing , everything was going good. But then she played that tune...... ........ "You, do you remember me? Like I remember you......" This song, this rhythm hit my heart so strongly. The harder she played the strings the deeper I got lost in the past. It shook my core and my eyes burst out in tears. It left me spellbound, for a while it became hard for me to breathe. This reminded me of you my dear diary. I know I've opened you after a long time. I know I've kept you closed in the shelf for so long. But what could I do? I tried to run away from my past but it came again in front of. The music made me picturize all these things so vividly like it had happened yesterday only. That's why I'm telling you all this my diary. Because you know all my secrets, you know all my scars. You're the place where my flaws seems beautiful, those worst things got a meaning. I know my tears have dried up like the petals of that rose did. Though the love behind that rose died but regrets behind these tears are still the same. My love for him was like a fairytale. The fairytale that said the wolf loves the moon too much but it will never be his. The same is here, the one who loved someone so deeply, so insanely, that somebody who gave up all their world all their dreams for them is me, that somebody's me. -Garima Stylus

[arielxlazarus]

I was tagged by @ankhposts and everyone else seems to be doing snippets, so here's one for something I started a few weeks ago that I really need to work on more

Rules: Post the last line you wrote from any WIP and tag the same number of people as there are words.

"Excuse me," he says hesitantly to the woman who's startled out of her sobs at being addressed. "I'm sort of a doctor on a ship, I could try and help if you want me to?"

"You'd really be willing to help me?!" She cries with relief. "Oh, thank you!"

"Maybe we should move out of the street so I can check your daughter over properly?" Deuce suggests.

"Oh, of course!" She exclaims. "We can go back to our home, it isn't far!" She gestures for him to follow her as she walks away and he does, heading further down the street.

I'll just tag @clockworkpanic @masked-writer @wordsdrippinginink @theprodigypenguin and @maisstories! Do it if you feel like it!

[minister-of-silly-walks]

✨ shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people ✨

Hi Anon! Sure, why not? Let me go find that i suppose?

Bella Ciao - Remix by Xilix

Holiday by Vampire Weekend

Vertical Drop by James Shimoji from my favorite animated movie REDLINE

The Pretender by Foo Fighters

Cough Cough by Everything Everything

Nowhere Generation by Rise Against

Yellow Line by James Shimoji again from REDLINE which yall really should watch, seriously i cannot reccomend that movie enough its so fun

Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

Born For This by The Score

Rum n' Bass by Boom Kitty

What a fun mix of songs! Thanks for the Ask Anon! Lets see, tagging... @computerpotpourri @authenticaussie @tiamatisobscure @anadiangelo @wordsdrippinginink @wandering-lupine-in-london @frodothesaxophonegod @metamagic-adept @nevercouldhurt and @ding-dong-the-bitch-is-dead

[restlesstsukiriver]

@wont-of-d @sabo-writer-princess @wordsdrippinginink @fire-lark

Help. What color are Marcos Eyes. I need to know for reasons.

[ladyseychelles]

Cinnamon

Merry Christmas @wordsdrippinginink I’m your Secret Santa from @opsecretsanta2019 and I wrote you a MarcoAce piece! I hope you enjoy

The warm drink Marco gave him is sweet in a strange way. It’s not familiar sweet, like the tropical fruits and sugars he shared with his brothers forever ago. It’s not suspiciously sweet, like too much syrup in your alcohol added to mask the taste of something worse.  It reminded Ace of the man himself in an odd sort of way.

He asked Thatch what was in the drink when the question kept turning itself around in his head.

“That drink? Its cinnamon and milk. Izou says it’s a local specialty from Marco’s home island.” Thatch was leaning against ships railing attempting to look casual but the gleam in his eyes gave him away. “He’s pretty stingy with that stuff. He might be found of you.”

Ace scoffed in disbelief, but the look in Thatch’s eyes didn’t change. “You’re serious?”

“Completely.”

Huh.

Ace, not wanting to seem ungrateful, decided to cook something for Marco in return. His barbecued alligator had always been a hit with Luffy, so a few days later he secluded himself in the kitchen and got down to work. Okay so it wasn’t alligator per say, but an Alligator like Sea King couldn’t be that different right? Either, way he was up to his elbows in monster guts before he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“I’m fine Thatch.” Ace yelled out, a bit peevishly. “I don’t need help.”

“Has he been on you that much.” A distinctly not Thatch voice asked.

“Marco? Shit, I wanted to surprise you.” Ace said. He made his way to the sink and attempted to wash the monster blood off his forearms.

Marco looked around at the mess of the kitchen and raised an eyebrow. “If it helps, I wasn’t expecting… whatever’s been stuck to the ceiling.”

Ace glanced at the ceiling, where charred bits of the sea monsters flesh had stuck. “Oh that. I tried to use my devil fruit on it and it kind of exploded.”

“Huh.”

“Maybe Sea monster is a bit harder to cook the alligator, but we haven’t been on an islands that had the lately. And… I wanted to repay you for the cinnamon.”

“The cinnamon?” Marco repeated, a note of bafflement in his voice.

“Thatch mentioned it was important to you…” Ace explained, feeling very self conscious. Marco seemed to sense it.

“It is important to me true. But it’s also something that you need to share. I don’t have a big supply, so I do have to ration it. That’s all.”

“Thatch says you were stingy with it

“Thatch says I’m stingy about a lot of things. I tend to save it for special occasions, that’s all.”

“So then me joining the crew was a special occasion?

Marco smirked. “I’d say.”

A comfortable silence settled between them. Ace decided to take a risk, and stole a kiss.

He wasn’t 100% sure, but he could swear it tasted like cinnamon.

[dee-de-winter]

57. The only thing I want is for you to come with me. Marcoace

this is based very loosely on Guild Wars 2. Marco is a guardian and a part of the Vigil, which are soldiers. Ace is an agent of the Order of Whispers so he’s basically a spy.

||| MarcoAce ||| 941 words ||| rated T |||

The Vigil Keep was his home, the only home he’d known, and yet the walls felt like they were closing in every time he tried to sit down in his room and rest. And rest he sorely needed. His armor was growing heavier with each passing year, his shield more of a burden than the object of his pride. 

Marco felt like he was wasting away under the weight of his duty that was laced with regrets long since festered inside him. He remembered a promise from long ago, a promise to never regret his choice, but he was getting old and promises were becoming too hard to keep.

Memories of a youth long since passed were a more treasured commodity than thoughts of a lonely future.

“The only thing I want is for you to come with me,” Ace had said back then, the words barely a whisper in the night, spoken against Marco’s lips like a secret they fought to keep their own just for a while longer.  

“The only thing I want is for you to come with me,” Ace had said, and they were so young and foolish and aware of it that denying his request came easier than it should have.

“The only thing I want,” and Marco cut the thought off before he could break his heart yet again because the memory always ended the same. 

With him pressing his words against Ace’s skin just for a moment before letting him go, like the fool he was. 

“You know I have to stay.”

He had to stay and Ace had to leave, and they were both fools for thinking it would be easy.

The Vigil Keep was his home, filled to the brim with men he considered brothers, and yet he lost himself for hours on end staring at the stone walls and trying his hardest not to regret. The armor was a weight on his shoulders, but he let it be, drowning in the same memory as he waited.

Just as always, it happened silently. The air around him shifted, a billow of black smoke barely reached his senses before dissolving into the air, and Marco knew he was there.

Neither spoke a word in greeting, Marco’s small room in the Keep filled with everything unspoken between them, but a warm hand combed through his hair and he could finally breathe. Ace started unbuckling the straps keeping his armor in place, working quickly, but silently while Marco sat there, too scared to look at him.

Scared that he’d turn and Ace would be gone again.

But the armor was off and scattered around the floor in no time, leaving only enough space in front of him for Ace to drop to his knees.

“I’ve missed you, love,” he said in that same low voice, just like all those years ago, just like he always did. Soft and loving and heartbreaking. 

Hearing his voice was enough to lift the weight of everything off Marco’s shoulders, making it easy to lift a hand and slide it along Ace’s jaw. 

“I missed you too,” Marco said, because he has, he’s missed Ace with an ache of a missing limb for years; both when he was away and in the brief moments he wasn’t.

But he wasn’t away then, he was within touching distance and he was warm and real and Marco pulled him closer until their lips could meet, breaking his heart in a good way. The best way, because Ace was actually there to put him back together this time.

“How long until your next mission?” Marco asked all too soon, dreading the answer, but unable to enjoy Ace’s presence without knowing just how little time he had.

“A week,” Ace said, his hands featherlight on top of Marco’s thighs, like the ghost of a touch he could whenever he missed Ace too much, except his hands were there and bleeding warmth through the fabric of his pants.

“The next one should be shorter,” Ace added, looking more tired than he had in years. “The Order is finally learning how to function without me.”

Marco froze at his words, his finger only barely brushing Ace’s hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t give me hope like that,” he said, even though it was already too late. He’d gone and started hoping like the damn fool he’d always been that maybe Ace wouldn’t be leaving as much. “Not when you don’t know.”

“I’m giving hope to us both,” Ace said and there was that smile, the one he saved for Marco alone, the one that drove the hope straight into Marco’s chest and found it a home there. “Would the Vigil survive without you?” he asked, voice full of that same hope.

“They don’t need me,” he said, not as much as I need you his mind supplied.

“We need the cooperation of both the Vigil and the Priory for the next one,” Ace said seriously, sounding more like the experienced agent he was than the embodiment of heartache he was to Marco these days, and it was enough to draw him from the melancholy that threatened to overwhelm.

This sounded like business, and he waited until Ace made his point, sure that it was brought up for a reason.

“I’ll ask for you,” he said, so painfully hopeful. “We can disappear when it’s done and I won’t have to waste any more time missing you.”

Marco laughed in surprise, hating the blind hope Ace gave him, but knowing his answer was yes yes of course I’ll disappear with you before a question was even asked.

[rockingthegraveyard]

wordsdrippinginink replied to your post: 25?

Solid choice, that’s still such a weird song tho. but tbh, most kid’s songs are

I feel like kid songs, the old ones, range from just plain weird to secretly fucked up. But it’s all sang so jovial that no one ever questions them. 

[authenticaussie]

N!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

good God how about All of Them ???????

okay but like !!! honestly tho my first instinct was to say house of cards but like,,,,,,no. No I can WRITE it but i couldnt read it??? omfg And also like ??? I want. To get all the yelling for that one. sniggers

So like ???? tbh it’s totally Neighbours!!!! It’s so much slow build and Plot and character development and aljkhsdgf I don’t want to write it!!!! I want to Read It!!!!!!!