#CHPT3

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David Millar | © CHPT3 | Financial Times

[roadie1963]

Veloviews for September 8, 2023 - Bicycle Travel Companies: CHTP3 (Girona, Spain Experience)

Image By Marcus Spiske from Unsplash.com As cyclists, we know how expensive apparel can be. That’s why when we find something we like that feels good, breathes well, and has a quality chamois, chances are we will stick with that brand. For me, that is Giordana and, most recently, Pactimo. However, what if you found a brand that you liked so well that you became a dedicated customer? And what if…

[smcspeedminicycle]

Today’s 📸 is from @kelvin_tattoofamily CHPT3 V4 with PLUME wheel Thanks for sharing 🙏 #smcspeedminicycle #speedminicycle #smcwheels #smcwheelset #smc #smccarbon #bromptonpline #brompton #bromptonbicycle #bromptonbike #bromptonbikes #bromptonbicycles #bromptontline #bromptonchpt3 #bromptonchpt3v4 #chpt3 #chpt3v4 #bromptonlovers #bromptonindonesia #bromptonsingapore #bromptonmafia #bromptonjakarta #bromptonthailand #bromptonjapan #bromptonkorea #bromptonuk #bromptongermany #bromptonmexico #bromptonusa #bromptonbeijing https://www.instagram.com/p/CqFGdq2OweE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[benevolenterrancy]

AND IT'S COMPLETED! Last chapter finally posted!

The Torchwood team manages to get themselves dumped into the middle of the Korean War and have to struggle their way through injuries, medical staff, time anomalies, demon hunters, and more general confusion than even they're used to dealing with on the regular in order to find a way home.

Meanwhile the MASH crew get a bunch of British spooks who just may win for being the weirdest patients they've ever had, and that's saying a lot.

[agency-unofficial]

Hey editor, do you know about someone named "Dr. Roxana Prism"?

"hmm.... sounds familiar...."

[persephone11110]

rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 3: Imaginary Friend

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injuries, car accident, mentions of blood, scared jake seresin, emergency contact, trauma, flashbacks are slanted, medical inaccuracies, hallucinations, medical induced coma , jake and y/n pov

Chapter Summary: “Jake just listen to my voice”. Y/n reaches her hand over to Jakes face cupping it gently, Jake feels upside down, every limb in body feels broken and destroyed.

oc’s: unamed medics, nurse wells, Dr. Kate Young

Author Note: onto chpt3, had to hurt jake somehow moving forward the rest of the fic is set after the uranium mission- i live for comments.Thank you to everyone who continues to like and reblog everything

WC: 1.1K

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Jake doesn’t remember how it happened to him, he was the safest driver in miramar california. He stopped at red lights, only went it was green, slowed down when it was yellow. He’s had his license for nearly twenty years to be exact, never been suspended. So why him?

“Is Y/n okay?” Jake tried to reach for her but it feels like his body pinned down by hulk himself.

Jake gasped at the pain that bubbled through his nose-the steering wheel did a number on his face. His vision blurred from the blood dripping down into his eyes, the sounds of his windshield cracking. The sirens were getting closer no doubt it was over ten cop cars and ambulance trying to get him.

Jake thinks the concussion he has is getting to him because a un-scathed Y/n is sitting next to him, holding a rag to his bloody face. He tries saying something to get her attention but instead he hisses after unsuccessfully moving his head in her direction.

“Jacob Seresin if you don’t stop moving”. Y/n glared at him, making him stop his wiggling— “You know moving only going to make it worse”. She smooths his hair out of his face, “Your going to be fine Jake just breathe”.

“Oh god Y/n” Jake mutters—he tries to reach for her, wanting make sure she’s alright. Remembering why he was like this in the first place if only he could move.

He can’t tell if it his vision but Y/n seems and looks fine compared to him. She’s not talking to him anymore or she is and his hearing is still damaged from the airbags deploying.

“Must have hit a car”. Jake blinks away the blood thats still dripping down his face.“Y/n—sweetheart you okay?”. He tries again, why isn’t she answering him?

“Sir can you hear me?”, he’s assuming is the medic, they open his eyes-flashing a light in them, which makes him want to squeeze them shut. He tried to moving his head, looking for Y/n wanting her comfort. “Sir please don’t move, okay”.

“W-what about Y/n?” Jake stuttered as he brought his hands up to his face-trying to rub them.

“Sir were almost there”. the medic attempted to comfort him, “Hold on okay”. They gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, Jake tried moving again but two sets of hands held him down. He gave into the tiredness that seemed to grasping at his brain.

One question remained, Is Y/n okay?

You didn’t know a phone call from the california hospital ER would you reunite both back together.“Ms Y/n L/n I’m Nurse Wells I’m calling because it says on file your the emergency contact for Jacob Lee Seresin, who was just admitted into our ER”.

“Ma’am you can go in you don’t have to linger outside in the hall”. A woman in a white coat gently informed you, she has a clipboard in her hand— name tag on her jacket that read Dr. Young,“I’m Dr. Kate Young ma’am —I was the neurosurgeon on call when Jake Seresin came in”. She walks into Jake’s hospital room, tilting her head for you to join her.

With a slight tremble in your voice you tell Dr. Young that your Jake’s emergency contact, and without hesitation you ask her how badly is Jake condition. In return she softly nods reminding you that despite the apparent physical injuries Jake has that he’s lucky to be alive, and he will be fine within time.

You gently picked up Jake’s hand holding it in your own. Doctor Young notices your tears, she leans over the table next to her handing you the box of tissues. You utter a soft thank you, unable to bring your voice any higher because of lump thats stuck in your throat. “Y/n the coma was just a way to allow his brain to heal from the significant trauma he went through”. She tries to reassure you,“Within a week or so I’ll slowly reduce the sedation as I see fit and Jake will gradually come out of it”.

Your sitting in the chair next to his bed, itching to climb in the hospital bed and curl up next to him.

“If it makes you feel any better Y/n the paramedics told us he was determined to get you to safety”. You give her a look of thats a combination of confusion and concern,“What I mean is in order to cope with the situation Jakes brain made him believe that you were with him the entire time”. Dr. Young stood at the foot of the hospital bed, observing you with a small smile. “Y/n you were his safe haven— If I’m being frank with you Y/n had he not hallucinated you, you would’ve gotten a different phone call from the hospital”.

Jake could’ve died.

“Oh” you licked your lips there suddenly dry at the thought of you and Jakes argument being the last words he heard from you, get the fuck out.

“Visiting hours end at 8pm Y/n, I’ll send a nurse in here to give you a thirty minute warning”. She gets up from her chair, grabbing your shoulder with gentleness.

You give her soft nod, “Thank you Dr. Young”. you hear the door shut behind her.

Damn it Jake Seresin.

Guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You don’t remember falling asleep in the chair beside his bed as you promised yourself that staying awake for Jake would be beneficial. Your body was slumped in the chair, you used your jacket as a blanket.

“Ma’am”, a soft knock on the door brings you out of your light slumber. Rubbing your blurry eyes you find that the lights in Jake room have been turned down and that there was a woman in scrubs standing in the doorway. “Visting hours are almost over ma’am”.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome, you grab your belongings and put the chair back to where it originally was. Before leaving you leaned to down to Jakes face and kiss his heavily bruised face.

You decided to use the thirty minute car ride to dwell on your past relationship with Jake, wondering how long it be till Jake would wake up or how long his recovery would be. You spent the last of the car ride humming to Etta James.

Boy of my dreams, I love you.

Oh , honest I do.

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[monstersandmaw]

Happy Mermay! To start things off, here is Chapter Eight of Laces for a Lady.

For those who may have missed this over on Tumblr, it is a polyamorous (m/m/f) romance set in 18th-century Cornwall, at the height of the era of smugglers and excise men. It features twenty-five year old Eleanor 'Nel' Bywater, who travels alone from Sussex to Cornwall to take up the position of 'companion' to a young widow at Heath Top House, situated just outside the fishing village of Polgarrack.

There Nel meets Edmund Nancarrow, the reserved and dark-eyed tailor's assistant, and Locryn Trevethan, a wild, grizzled, older man who keeps to himself on the outskirts of even Polgarrack society. She finds herself falling in love with the rugged coastline and its fierce and hardy people, and is quickly drawn to both Ned and Locryn, who seem equally taken with her wild spirit and quick smile.

You can catch up with the story on Tumblr here, and this post will go public here on Patreon next week. Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), (bonus Locryn & Ned chapter post Chpt3, sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw)

I highly recommend listening to this ambient soundtrack on YouTube from Poldark while you read this, if combining music with reading is your thing... :). I always play this when I'm working on this story.

Contents: a wild, winter storm stirs up frightening memories for Winnie, Nel learns a little about the folklore of the region from old Aggie, Blackthorn the mare is her usual wilful self, Edmund reveals a bit about his past and how he came by his injury, and Nel comes upon something on the shore on her way home that sends her tumbling from Blackthorn's saddle... Wordcount: 5615

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The dreams started up again with startling clarity after her visit from Edmund, and Nel began to question her sanity.

Sometimes she lay tangled on mounds of silken sand or a bed of soft kelp while something silver brushed against her outer thigh, and other times she lay deep beneath the waves, able to breathe in the dream, and found herself coiled around and around by the thick muscle of a creature’s tail. Always though, it remained at the periphery of her mind; just out of reach of the grasping fingers of perception.

Sometimes Nel was lifted up by strong, rough hands that reminded her of Locryn’s when he’d spun her around in the country dance, but these hands ended in black claws and the skin was a dark, greenish brown, and as they breached the surface of the waves together and sent water sparkling up in a shattered spray, something in her would shatter too, and she would wake gasping and dewy-damp with sweat and desire.

She wondered if perhaps exercise would tire her out to the point where she no longer dreamed, and so whenever Winnie had no immediate need of her, Nel took to walking around the estates and riding Blackthorn relentlessly up and down the roads both inland and along the coast for the remainder of a rather blustery October.

The weather in November turned out to be such a mix that Nel and Winnie couldn’t make any sort of plans from one day to the next. Some days, when Winnie was caught up with running the business of the mine or writing to the Board, the weather was lamentably clear and fresh, while on days when they’d hoped to ride together or walk into Polgarrack for some exercise, the heavens unleashed torrents of rain from morning to night.

One night, when it had been blowing constantly in off the sea in ugly squalls that had kept all but the hardiest or most desperate at their hearths, a terrible crash was heard above the racket of the storm. It woke everyone in the house and rattled the windowpanes and Nel heard Winnie’s scream of terror from three rooms away.

She jolted out of bed and flew into the corridor in only her night shift. She navigated her way by touch and memory alone and fumbled her way to Winnie’s room to find her sitting up in bed and shaking all over.

“Winnie,” she called, having to keep her voice loud above the storm outside even as she rushed to the bed and took up her friend’s hands. They were ice cold and trembling.

“The tunnel,” Winnie breathed, wild-eyed and unseeing. “James…”

“Hush, it was the storm outside,” Nel said, sitting down and turning her face with slightly callused fingers to Winnie’s delicate jawline so that she was looking directly at Nel, though there was hardly enough light in the room to make out the pinpricks of reflection in her wild eyes. “And that crash was probably the big beech tree near the gate coming down, or a branch or two of it at least. You know how beech trees drop their limbs in high wind.”

Winnie sat shaking with the blankets pooled around her hips. For a long time she didn’t speak, though she seemed a little more present than she had a few minutes before.

Nel rose and crossed to the window, knowing that Winnie’s room overlooked the entrance to the house, but although she peered out into the night, she couldn’t make anything out. “We’ll have to see in the morning,” she said, but she heard shouts from outside and the whinnying of horses. “It’s being taken care of though, don’t worry.”

“I should… I should go down…” Winnie murmured and there came the sound of blankets shuffling.

Nel shook her head and crossed back to her. “I’ll go. You stay here and I’ll see what’s happening. If you’re needed, I’ll fetch you, I promise.”

“Thank you, Nel,” she croaked, and she drew her knees up under her chin. “Take my dressing gown or you’ll scandalise the staff in just your shift,” she added, and at that Nel barked a laugh of relief that was almost as loud as the tree falling outside.

She shot Winnie a look over her shoulder at the door and unhooked the robe. “Don’t you think they’ll be more scandalised that I was in your bedroom at this hour to have such swift access to it?” she said, and slipped it on. She left the room without waiting for an answer, but she could hear Winnie chuckling behind her still, and relaxed.

Below in the entrance hall, she spotted Winnie’s father-in-law speaking by lantern light to Joe, the head groom, and both men twitched around when they saw her coming down the stairs like a ghost.

“Miss Bywater, really, this doesn’t concern you,” Lord Edgar Penrose scowled, eyeing his daughter in law’s dressing gown pointedly. “You should return to your room.”

“Forgive me. Winnie was concerned and wanted to make sure nothing serious was wrong and that no one was hurt. Joe, I trust the tree didn’t come down on the barn?” It was bold of her indeed to address the man in Lord Edgar’s employ instead of the lord himself, but she had little time for that kind of nonsense, and she’d struck up a good rapport with Joe in all the weeks she’d been taking Blackthorn out.

“No, Miss Nel,” he said, ducking his head and lowering his eyes respectfully to the puddle accumulating on the chequered marble floor around his muddy boots. “Missed it by a whisker, though the roof’s taken a bit of damage from the wind. Once it blows through, we can fix that no problem. Tree’ll take some work to shift though. We’ll have to borrow a couple of the bigger horses from Mister Angove’s farm. Blackthorn’s not up to moving that lot by herself.”

“Even the stubbornness of that mare has its bounds, I suppose,” Nel smirked, and she found it answered in a poorly-hidden snort of agreement from Joe. “Well, thank you. Winnie will be relieved to know that no one was injured, and that the horses are safe too. Goodnight, gentlemen,” she said, and left them to it.

Winnie sagged as she blew out the breath she seemed to have been holding since Nel had left the room, and she deflated into the pillows behind her with a tiny whimper of relief. “You must think me such a wallflower,” she groaned. “I used to be so much bolder… with James around.”

Nel hung up the dressing gown on the back of the door and crossed to Winnie’s bed while her friend shuffled over without a word and drew back the warm covers for her. Nel brushed off her bare feet before slipping in, and lay curled on her side while Winnie did the same on the other pillows, facing her.

“I think you’re still very brave and bold, Winnie,” she said. “You run the Penrose Workings with the Board, and oversee the management of the mine every bit as well as James did, and you’re doing it while still grieving for him.”

In the near-complete darkness of Winnie’s room, she heard a sniffle and felt the movement as Winnie dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her night shift. After a long pause, Winnie exhaled shakily and fumbled for Nel’s hands, and when she found them, she gripped her fingers hard and kissed her knuckles. “I’m so glad you came to live here, Nel. I’m so glad I have you now, to call my very dear friend.”

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[ddosq]

Current reading : Run, buddy, run - Beserk

Chpt3 scene

[numberoneuncle]

[answer my asks pls :)]

[currently speaking..PAULA!]

[post-chpt3]

"heya noobador!..i hope you're doing well!"

"heh..i just got back from my chostwalker adventure..which wasnt-"

".."

"uhh..i-it went well! definitely nothings wrong!"

"....yeah.."

"..."

"how are you? how are the kids..?..does your head still hurt when..that bastard hit you with a mace..?"

"...."

"good thing i saved you and the kids by beating those pathetic so-called "parents" up.."

"the kids are actually sweet,they gave me a call card incase i needed help..!"

"look..i may not be the nicest person ever..but..here's some ice cream i made for you and the kids!"

"...yeah,it took a while to make"

".."

"enjoy!"

[ooc: quick note,their skin is white and their "shirt"(torso) is light grey..just telling u this if ur gonna draw me or smth]

:D

…Thanks. I really do appreciate what you done for the kids, really. They seem happier now that they’re aren’t around much to hurt them because they know you’ll beat em up! Hah!

Also ohhh, free food, thanks.

[fwtomura]

i’m so fucking sorry guys, i’ve been busy as hell lately with school and home stuff and i’m having insane writers block but i promise that chpt3 of breathe into your hungry appetite is coming really soon😞

[andoza]

Thank you Dr Keng for the Chot3 V4 cool bike sharing , Customized Hawk B1plus Limited Nickel Edition with black spoke version / advanced 3D milling tech, tubeless ready designed wheel system #andoza#brompton# #bromptonnyc #bromptonspb #bromptonclub #bromptonlife #bromptonitaly #bromptonjapan #bromptonkorea #bromptonlover #bromptonmafia #bromptonplace #bromptonlondon #bromptonmexico #bromptonrussia #bromptonbangkok #bromptonsociety #bromptonweekend#bromptonjunction #bromptonthailand #bromptonbarcelona #bromptonindonesia#bromptonlifestyle#welovebrompton#bromptonbicycle#brompton#brommie#chpt3 #chpt3brompton https://www.instagram.com/p/CqM42WbuRc6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Wednesday.

Heading towards Phoenix Cycles because of Brompton’s overly fragile 4-speed system. Gear 1 stuck on 2, and the latter stutters between 2 and 3. Fucking infuriating!

Chablis Mont de Milieu Drouhin Vaudon 2017. Excellent value at £29.

Big plate noodles.

With wontons and meatballs (both homemade natch).

Almost all the Cantonese restaurants in the UK would serve the soup version, because I was born in Malaysia I prefer the dry version.

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#wonton #cantonesefood #雲吞麺 #云吞面 #撈麵

#捞面

#winepairing #wine #instawine #vin #vinho #wein #vino #vindefrance #Frenchwine #chablis #chardonnay #premiercru #jancisglass

#eeeeeats #instafood #londoneats #londonfood

#bromptonchpt3 #chpt3 #chpt3v4 #mybrompton #brompton #londoncycling #bromptonlondon

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[smcspeedminicycle]

Today’s 📸 is from @aeokio Brompton CHPT3 V4 😄 Thanks for sharing 🙏 #smcspeedminicycle #speedminicycle #smcwheelset #smcwheels #smc7speed #brompton #brompton7speed #bromptonpline #bromptonbicycle #bromptonbicycles #bromptonbike #bromptombikes #bromptonchpt3 #bromptonchpt3v4 #chpt3 #bromptonlovers #bromptonsg #bromptonsingapore #bromptonindonesia #bromptonmafia #bromptontravels #bromptoncommunity #bromptonthailand #bromptonkorea #bromptonjapan #bromptonmexico #bromptonusa #bromptonuk #bromptonfrance #bromptonbeijing https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5IkSDhfSz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lexiy-dreyar]

suprise vist

chpt-3 warning this is a bit messy so if you get confused tell me oki? oki!

“Hey gem how’s things going” Obara asked as he walked into the room “not any better I managed to get rid of the internal bleeding star mostly helped with that but something stills blocking it also I’m low on my so I can’t do anything to counter it” gem sighed “can’t void cancel out spells?” He asked “oh yeah he can..is he wake?” She asked “no he’s still sleeping if anything happens call me ok?”

He left the room and walked around ‘I have a strong feeling I know who did that to him but I need to make sure’ he thought. Then the doorbell rang “huh who could that be” star mumbled before opening the door “HEEEE LLLLLLLL OOOOOOOOOOOO dear shooting star!!” Someone shouted and hugged the life out of star. Then everyone paled ‘nkitas brother!!’ They thought at the same time.

“H-hey what are you doing here” lex said nervously with a nervous smile  on here face “i came to see my baby boi! Why else!?” he shouted. “U-um i thought you were coming next month…” star said out of breath “yeah i was planning to but...I COULDN'T HELP IT!” he shouted hugging star tighter “heya frosghen you’ve really grown heh and you finally have a chest too!” he chuckled “YOUR ON THIN FUCKING ICE YOU PIECE OF SHIT” frosghen shouted upset, she huffed and looked to the side “whats the real reason you came here?” she asked looking down “well...i had a bad feeling I decided to act fast...when nikta didn't answer my calls I started to worry..considering the last time i brushed off a bad feeling he got badly hurt..” he looks down “oi buddy my eyes are up here”star glares still trying to escape his grip “oh sorry forgot I was holding you” he smiles slightly “tch how can you forget someone in your arms!!” star wiggles around more.

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There's a knock at her door “oi chara” a voice called “come in,” she said in a calm tone as she finishes signing something “were back from are job” a cheerful voice chimed in “and?” she asked “not much happens with them there pretty much normal same thing with the other two” “Butt eheh butt” the cheerful voice giggled “oi nalle focus” “r-right sorry anyway they all have there own form of straight here I wrote them down” she hands her a paper “i'm surprised you took notes” “oh shut up erii” she growled at her teammates

 ‘hmmm Nalle Sworea, age 34 yet she looks like she’s 20, her orange eyes and bright hair makes her stand out..which is why she’s mostly under freshens orders, but considering there on vacation she's under my orders, her power body puppet allows her to take control of multiple targets at once and control them like puppets just like the name says, this also allows her to take over their body which means she best for stealth missions but freshens division is more biased on being forward and aggressive without thinking much. Although she prefers carrying a giant sword around that looks like a knife...hmm’ 

she reads in side her head then looks back up ‘then there's erii drwin, age 28 yet he look 24, blue eyes and purple hair is hard to come by now-a-day’s his uniqueness also makes him stand out..but yet he’s undetected whenever he goes on jobs..which is why he’s under gems orders, gems team is more of a strategy based team where they both work on stealth and knowledge, like every good team they don't look the part of stealthers which makes it better for them to not be suspected when something happens, his power temperature. As if it wasn't clear enough by the name, this allows him to change temperature however it’s only around someone or something to ridiculous heights or freezing cold, his targets body will go into shock with the sudden increase in heat/ the drop of heat. This gives him a chance to sneak up and kill them with ease….however this powers a weakness when it comes to people immune to temperature changes.he’ a gun user which means he has a slientser’ 

she reads of his incomplete page. “Hmm” she looks at them to hear them arguing “mmmmm…..” she deadpans “oh well I didn't decide to stay in that abandoned house!” “whatever were lucky she jumped out the window before she got to her” he glared “yes we are otherwise lex would have been on are tails” nalle sighed “what do you mean she was here?” chara glared jumping out of her chair “yeah she said she was gonna stay around for awhile before are big attack” nalle coward a bit at the nomad demon “tch we can't attack with her around she’ll do too much damage..” she sighed as she sits back on her chair…”you are dismissed” “yes ma’am!” they bowed and left the room “hmmm so your here...guardian demon...huh...so I'm assuming you're here to bother lex and try and distort her to become like you hmmm. A fallen guardian…ehehe i must say i'm amused so what will your next move be” she takes a sip of her tea and looks at a picture “i assume you got and easy death nkita~” she smiles evilly.

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“Oh...so he’s dead” the brother looked down with tears slowly filling his eyes “hey dont worry im sure gem can revive him! Shes the best shot we got!”void said patting his back “yeah...i hope so..” that made void from ‘like dude im tryna keep you in high hopes tf?’ he thinks then he looks at lex “hey there's something we need to check out” he bluntly “huh…” she looks at him confused as he gets up and puts on his shoes “just come on” he grabbed her hand dragging her out of the house.

“O-oi void let go!!” Lex make chopped his hand “ow!” he screamed holding his arm “the hells you deal i told you we need to be quick” “n-no..no you didnt “ she deadpanned “oh i should have told you sorry” he chuckled “.....” she backed up a bit from him “hmm something wrong?” he asked “since when the hell did you say ‘sorry’” she says looking at him suspiciously.

[agency-unofficial]

What are we to you, Editor?

"pixels on a screen."

"our perception of each other has more in common than you're willing to accept."