#Tw toxic behaviour
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antiendovents · 8 months ago
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Alright. I'll try my best.
Manipulation does have two definitons; but in the way of behavior; manipulation is when a person uses harmful, or controlling methods to either avoid responsiblity, conceal their true intentions and/or cause doubt and confusion.
Lying is part of this whole triad; to make an example. So is gaslighting. And sometimes blaming, critizing and shaming is included; but when that is the case, it is not to lie but to emotionally hurt or damage the indiviual.
Basically that's what some toxic people do. Emotionally manipulate. Surely you've heard of someone with a toxic friend? Maybe you were right and forgot this definiton (shrug)
Btw can I claim 👁🧩? Or 👁🔥? I might stay around.
yeah,, I think we get it now thanks. We have heard of toxic friends and had a few ourselves, I think we just didn't really understand the manipulation part,, if that makes sense,, either that or we did forget it ((memory loss be a bitch, especially when you have The Forgetting Things Disorder /silly))
thanks! And yeah you can be 👁🧩 anon! ^_^
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missperfectlyfinewrites · 7 months ago
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open starter: muses 21+ possible connections: toxic boyfriend/girlfriendi muse: ivy / kinder teacher / submissive note: ivy has a very bad ex/or your muse is her current bad boyfriend/girlfriend after a bad relationship , tws are tagged. yes, this is the negative version of a starter i just wrote, and yes that was based on a closed starter. woops. Happy to plot!
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Ivy had flinched the moment the plate had hit the floor. She hadn't meant to drop it. One moment she'd been washing the dishes, the next it had slipped from her hands as she jumped, startled by the storm trying to start. It had landed on the kitchen tile, cracked into a few pieces, and the panic had started. Her heart began to thump in her chest, tears already prickling in her eyes as she took a shaky breath.
The kitchen door opened and she heard foot steps and Ivy stumbled backwards straight away, scared. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it," Ivy could barely look up from the ground, cowering, stumbling backwards. "The s-storm..the thunder..I just.." Ivy hadn't even noticed that there was a cut on her foot, from the plate. She was too anxious about the storm, too anxious about what they were going to say.
"I'm s-sorry.."
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lilianaxjackson · 9 months ago
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"How am I supposed to think that when you've told me nothing, Anthony. This is what we're fucking arguing about." She breathed, hands pressed against the sides of her head, muttering words in Portuguese she wasn't going to translate. A mantra to keep herself from going absolutely crazy. "I know I can bloody well be angry." The woman snapped, turning around in the hopes that not looking at her husband's face would calm her down. He'd confirmed it now. Physical and mental torture. She wasn't going to undo his hard work and add onto the trauma, but she knew that this conversation needed to be had. She would do her best to do it without yelling at him, for she knew he would only get hurt more in the process of what she had to tell him. "Then why?" She asked, astounded by his confession, understanding how she was still torn by the love she had for someone else. "If you think that, if you know that. Then why start this charade? Why even attempt to mend what is broken and not just giving us both a fair chance with someone else?"She'd turned around again, glassy eyes staring at him intensely. "Instead you made me go through the process of breaking his heart -- Travis! Who is the last person to deserve all of this." She hugged her frame, looking down at the patterns in the counter stone, long enough until the word forgiveness left his mouth. "No you don't. You took your family's pressure and you placed it on my shoulders. Made me dread every test, every failure and when I finally spoke up about it you left." Her hand moved up to aggressively wipe the tears from her cheek. "I slept with someone." She dropped the bomb, yet avoided his gaze. In fact, she tried to zone in on a spot where she couldn't even see a glimpse of him. "I--and then you went missing. They searched, and they searched, found nothing. And then just like that you were dead. There were no answers, i cheated and you were dead. We were grieving you, we felt guilty, and we fucking--" She gritted her teeth, never having spoken of this to anyone but Julieta. "I could've finally been a mom. Because of what I did to you. Poetic justice that I lost it the day before the funeral, I'm sure." @anthonyxblake
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"You think I didn't spend every fucking," a hint of anger escaped as he flared his nostrils with the curse word, "moment regretting how I left you, Lili?" Hell, finding his way back to his wife was one of the few things that kept the man from caving to those that held him in captivity for as long as they did. "You can be angry," hell, even he knew that she should be angry. When he returned, he had to relive every shit moment that ever had prior to leaving. Every time he lost his temper. Every time he blamed her for not giving him the family that his family pressured him to have. It was clear his younger brothers weren't going to give them what they wanted and had placed all of their wants and desires to be grandparents on Anthony's shoulders. It had broken the man. He deserved everything she was saying to him, he wasn't going to deny that. "I had every intention of making an effort," to getting back to a life with the woman he had once loved, "but when you answered the door with an engagement ring, did you just want me to forget about that? You might have broken it off with him but you don't stop loving someone that quickly." Anthony bit down on his tongue to fight his explosive urges. This was the first situation in which he was putting the last two years of rehabilitation to the test. "You want me to make an effort with someone who's clearly still in love with someone else?" Anthony shook his head, running a hand through his hair, "You moved on." He couldn't blame her for that, she had every right to do so when she thought he was dead. "I take responsibility for the shitty husband I once was," he dropped his hand from his hair and moved toward the counter to place his hands on it, "I've worked on that," but he knew it wouldn't be enough, "even the counseling isn't working, Lili, you know that," Anthony sighed with the admittance, "you'll never forgive me for how I was and I don't deserve that forgiveness." @lilianaxsantos
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absolute-flaming-trash · 11 months ago
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Yandere!Alastor x Reader Thoughts:
Alastor would be the type to adjust and tailor his darling's behaviour/tastes into what he desires in a way that's subtle but noticeable.
For instance, it would start with something as small as music taste. He strikes me as the type to hate rock music the same way the majority of people can't stand country music.
Just a cacophony of senseless noise that isn't pleasant to him in the slightest and makes his eye twitch the moment the first few chords ring out around a room.
He'll listen to his darling emphatically go off about their favorite artists, sure - smile never wavering in the slightest as they list names with a passion that, if he wasn't so composed, would spark jealousy.
But he wouldn't return the energy in the slightest, only giving the most minimal responses back possible. It wouldn't be cold to the point he'd come off as rude, but it would be enough to plant the seed of doubt in their mind on whether or not the music they like is really as great as they think.
Gradually he'd shift the conversation over to different genres in the music industry and the difference in engagement would be night and day.
The same would go for any other topic. In order to get anything out of him, the more they would have to involve themselves with what he likes.
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furiousgoldfish · 8 days ago
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I'm curious because I did this frequently, as a result of my family also getting me injured and putting me in situations where I was likely to get injured, so I thought it was a normal and regular thing to do.
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terrence-silver · 10 months ago
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How would Terry react if his beloved said they feel like a prostitute bc he's spoiling them all the time ( with presents, vacations and whatever) and refuses his presents or give them back to him?
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We've seen Terry Silver preform almost every sort of foul act under the sun but slutshasming.
So, the fact beloved does it to themselves? Inconceivable!
Like, he'd legitimately be infuriated and demand to know who was it that filled their head with something so dumb because he's convinced they couldn't have come up with it all on their own and the moral guilt stems from somewhere outside of themselves, or rather, from someone outside of themselves. It's usually the case. Nobody's feeling tremendously bad about flying a gas guzzling, air-polluting private jet until Greenpeace comes along to remind them they should feel bad. That's just the truth. He knows. Actually, he tends to feel better about flying a gas guzzling, air-polluting private jet precisely because Greenpeace criticized and protested him that week on the streets of LA, but that's neither here nor there. As such, Terry's convinced it was someone being jealous. Envious of everything he's giving and affording beloved. Someone looking to piss on beloved's sunshine. Someone looking to piss on him! Was it the way beloved was raised? Was it some green eyed punk somewhere convincing them of this bullshit behind his back? He genuinely wants to know who or what it was! He genuinely wants revenge on them, be they a person or a concept! He's outright angry, probably telling beloved they should snap out of this crap and start enjoying life immediately, or more precisely, the life they have by his side because he's smart enough to know who deserves what out of him, why and when. For how long. He's smart enough to differentiate who's a whore and who isn't (and he's undoubtedly been with enough of them to know) and in any regard, even if beloved was a whore, they're his and he decides what label he's going to ascribe them, not someone else, not even beloved themself, in fact.
That privilege is his alone.
If he tells you you're a robot, you're a robot.
And if he tells you you're the apple of his eye, you're the apple of his eye.
If he tells you to take pleasure in soaking in a jacuzzi, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate washed down with some expensive champagne, guess what --- you'll take pleasure in it. He can suggest nicely or he can just give you a wordless look and you'll know he expects you to do as you're told.
Returning his gifts and rebuking his generosity on this principle of shame only results in even more anger out of him.
If beloved doesn't want the presents he gave them then those presents might as well not exist because you see, their purpose is now obsolete from his point of view, which means, he's very likely to just destroy whatever it was beloved gave back in front of beloved's own eyes as a way to teach a rather sadistic lesson in gratitude and he'll do so with the utmost relish and glee. Terry undoubtedly smiles ramming his fist into the protective glass of a Rolex watch because that Rolex is pointless and worthless unless beloved likes it and wears it. Didn't want it? Thought it's making you into a hooker? So be it. Now you're something worse than a hooker and you're being gaslit into feeling actual shame because you're needlessly wasteful and costing him millions of dollars in mangled gifts. Not that he cares. But you do. And that's what matters here. For all intents and purposes, he's having a sick amount of fun. You're to blame. The consequences are on you. Wanna be difficult? Okay, so be difficult then. Be it an expensive car, revenue, jewelry, clothing, man will find ways to just ruin whatever it was that was shoved back into his keeping to provide the understanding that there's extreme consequences, to, as he sees it, rejecting his generosity --- said consequences stemming anywhere from demolished cars, smashed jewelry, furniture used instead of punching dummies, torn designer clothes, flats (mysteriously) burning down in the night and my god, if this man ever gave beloved a private island, that private island might just end up as a garbage quarry for his next toxic waste dumping ground. Who's to tell? None of this would've happened if beloved simply, oh, I don't know, loved his presents. Suffice to say Terry Silver doesn't have the moral quandaries most people have. To him money functions under the simple equation of 'I have it = I splash it because I can.' When someone starts acting stupid around his lavishness and open handedness, it tends to push his buttons and when he feels his buttons pushed, he tends to retaliate in the most juvenile, almost childlike way imaginable, control being threatened and things escalating to some unhinged levels.
He won't even flinch when he's accused of it. He's self-aware. He knows what he's doing because he's doing it on purpose and what's worse, he likes it. He likes the chaos and he likes the destruction. He'll grin through his teeth even as he does it and confesses to doing it. Even as he makes beloved watch what they brought about through their actions. But, it's not all giggles and cackling even as Terry kicks, punches. elbows and practices his Tang Soo Do on the windows, the hood and the shiny, color coated plating of the newest sport's car beloved felt uncomfortable about. Thing is, this all stems from a place of hurt and offense too.
He wanted to do so many lovely things for beloved.
And now that they don't want him to, he'll do bad things instead until they beg him to stop.
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austinasleep · 22 days ago
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star-boys-bl0g · 8 days ago
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𝐓𝐰: 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩
𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?
𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞?
(𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭)
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gvrestxr · 14 days ago
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I cant do it anymore I need to get out of this house before I kill myself
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missperfectlyfinewrites · 6 months ago
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It turned out that Eddie really wasn't buying her excuse or protests. She could have dealt with it, honestly, but now it was becoming so much more then it needed to be. She stiffened at the sound of his exclaim, eyes widening, suddenly frozen to the spot. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he stormed forward, before her face scrunched up in slight pain as his large fingers wrap around her bicep, body slamming against his slightly. Her frame quivers against him, bottom lip wobbling dangerously as he hisses into her ear. "I..It was..the thunder.." Ivy can't quite get out the sentence, words caught in her throat.
Fear almost turns to confusion as he pets her on the head, even tucking hair behind her ear. It's sweet. Eddie doesn't always do sweet. Especially not in a moment like this, and it doesn't do much to settle the heart thudding in her chest. "Okay," she breathes out, but doesn't move. Blue hues follow his journey to the hall, to fish out a broom, and her gaze just moves back to the glaze, shattered and strewn across the floor, dangerously close to her socked feet. Thunder in the distance makes her flinch, and she tries to just take a few deep breaths, staring down at the mess she's made. Maybe if she cleans it up, he won't be too mad - but she'll wait for the broom, it's a little dangerous. Even if she's not sure what mood he'll be in when he comes back.
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Fear and rage are indistinguishable to Eddie; they are one and the same he knows nothing else. To be startled, innocently, accidentally, or intentionally, means to be caught in vulnerability, reminded that he was simply not on his guard. And that reminder, that he is fallible and human and capable of victimization, pisses him off more than anything in the world.
Porcelain meets tiled floor, shattering in a moment of quaint comfortability in a thunderous storm it stirs something in him, startles him in his place upon the couch. Fight or FLIGHT icy gaze darts to the four corners of the room then, angrily at the direction of the kitchen. "Fuck " he exclaims breathlessly, standing and trudging towards the source of his fright in a terrifyingly rage - filled manner.
Any good, well - meaning boyfriend, after hearing a crash from where their partner is, would be startled and want to check on their wellbeing well, not Eddie. Large frame blocks the doorway, eyes wide with rage and disbelief. "Ivy, what the FUCK!!" Too enraged to even see straight, to even have heard her. "The fuck you mean you didn't mean to?" Rough hand grabs her bicep, forces her smaller frame to collide into his own. Nose pressed to her temple, lips ghosting the shell of her ear, he whispers through gritted teeth, "make a mess in my house? break my shit?"
It's only when he relinquishes her bicep and pulls back that he sees the nervous fear on her features. Exhaling roughly through his nose, Eddie reluctantly ( and against his true nature ) puts on his best face, large hand petting her head before hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't pick it up with your hands, baby." Porcelain cracks under his booted feet. "I'll get you the broom." He departs from her, cursing under his breath in search of a way for her to fix this.
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111lustforlife · 30 days ago
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perhaps you could change your behaviour instead of giving out that elaborate apology
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cherra-cchd · 10 months ago
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I love lying i just came back home after telling my mom i’m going to starbucks with a taxi but i went walking took an iced americano then go the pharmacy and bought 2 fluoxetine box bought a weight loss medication and a toy for my cat all this by just walking and she thought i just was at starbucks be just going and coming back with a taxi. she don’t even let me walk down the street i love manipulating my toxic mom she gave me mommy issues so i lie 24/7 to her to be able to live my life ✌️
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loongsnouts · 2 months ago
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Hi! Long time no post.
Life got very busy, and my mental health has also been terrible. Losing Sansa in 2021 broke me down, and it has taken almost 3 years to kind of feel better again. But then a month ago we had to put Fjalar down he was suffering and there were no other choice but i was the hardest decision of my life. So I am right back down in the darkness. I also had to stop my anti depressants🙃
I have the intention of very quickly recapping where I left in April 2022 until today because on Friday something exciting is happening that I want to post about in real time.
I do this for me, but if things I write are helpful or enjoyable for others, that is always a bonus!
This post is from May 2nd to July 3rd, 2022, but also some information to connect from where I left off in April 2022.
In May 2022, Bucky turned 1. We also did our 2 first confirmation competitions. They were unofficial for us to get a little bit of experience. He did amazing and got very good critiques. He is such a chill dog sleeping out in the open while we wait just his second ever show!
We also went to at least one lure coursing training during this period, but as the constant dog handler, I never get any good lure coursing or conformation pictures myself.
Bucky and Fjalar continue to be very good buddies🥰
(He wears a GPS if anyone was wondering what the thing on his collar is.) (I think right around here was when I gave up on having him loose he would not come reliably on recall so it was not an option anymore. He is very happy running aorund on his flexi and going to the dogpark to run.)
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skinnyvanillaa19 · 2 years ago
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I bought a new outfit and felt confident and I showed it to my mom and she said that my legs look fat,ugly and wonky, and she dares to laugh after saying this.well, i still like the outfit but i kinda see that my legs don’t look that great in it.
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nightmarecountry · 10 months ago
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41. A kiss out of spite ( from Dream )
no faster way to get their attention than to make them feel like he might slip out of their grasp if they aren't careful. the corinthian bites back a laugh when they kiss him--if he laughs, they'll know he did this on purpose, spent most of a Dreaming evening playing the rake to a host of pretty, alien things that were delighted by his nightmarish form. instead he makes a soft, deliberate noise of surprise when they crowd into his space, more shadow than solid form, and tangles both hands in their hair to kiss them with all the ferocity his nature demands.
"my lord?" his left eyemouth asks, both eyes open while they kiss, hoping to catch dream's own. "what did i do to--hah--rile you so?"
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missperfectlyfinewrites · 6 months ago
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Daisy didn't want to argue with him. She didn't like to cause conflict. Not at work, not in the grocery store , not with Eddie. She much preferred things to be smooth sailing, but clearly Eddie was cut from a different cloth. She stiffened as Eddie's fingers gripped at her cheeks, lips squishing together. Daisy had never been in a relationship before, so maybe Eddie had a point that he knew how things worked..but Daisy could have a say too, right?
She couldn't help the slight grimace as he makes her head bounce up and down in a nod, at the laugh that escapes him. He turns to leave, and her fingers sneak up to her face, rubbing at where his fingers gripped so tightly. Faster they go, faster they can come back. That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe.
"I just need to get a jacket, it looks a little cold out." She mumbled, stepping towards the bedroom instead of the front door. Daisy wants to make sure there isn't a mark..and well, she needs a moment.
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"Don't you think I know what's best for us?" ' For you? '
Eddie's inbedded in her now, toxic shards of glass lodged between her ribs, a rot that cannot be cut out. They are one, exactly as he planned it to be. This fierce control over another person satiates a more heinous need one more violent, full of gore and defilement Daisy, much to her credit, keeps that unsightly beast at bay. Pathetically pliable for him, his subconscious delights in ruining her psyche further. He's working on it slowly but surely.
He continues:
"We're going out " Wide hand snares her face in its grasp, pads of its fingers pressing so firmly into the flesh of her cheeks they might leave bruises. "Got it?" He forcibly tilts her head up and down, straining an artificial nod of obedience. An untimely giggle funny guy makes himself laugh.
"Faster we leave, faster we can get back, baby." It's the only kindness he extends to her, relinquishing his hold on her face and turning on his heels. "Come on; let's go."
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