#anarchy open

[arsenalsquid]

Holding position

[agrebel18]

i love you polyamorous relationships, open relationships, friends with benefits/friends that have sex with each other, queerplatonic relationships, friendships that have some weird queer element to it, relationship anarchy, staying single and i love anything that doesn't match what society considers "normal"

[the-angry-acrobat]

“let’s close the borders, we're tired of felons coming into this country.”

you just elected one as the fucking president of the united states of america

[justanoasisimagines]

Protective Headcanons

Hey lovelies, my requests are open and my guidlines can be found pinned at the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Jax knows from the moment he brings you into his world you're life's at risk. It's why Jax is considering doing it in the first place. ❀Jax teaches you how to protect yourself, if he's not there he wants you to know how to fight. ❀Jax insists there are weapons in your house. Baseball bats, guns, knives, Jax strategically places them around your house in case anyone were to surprise you. ❀Jax makes sure you have Gemma's number. He wants you to have her numbers in case of an emergency. ❀He asks Gemma to check up on you whenever he's away. He worries about you. Also Gemma's accustomed to situations in which her life could be in danger. ❀Jax making sure you're home has the best security system possible. He wants you to feel safe and secure when you're alone. ❀If Jax is in any doubt. he'll make you stay at the clubhouse. It's a safe place and he knows the club will look out for you.

❀Jax buying you a motorcycle helmet. So you can ride his motorcycle safely.

❀Jax is ready to drop everything to protect you. He'll always put things aside. Jax would fight to the death to protect you. You're one of the most important people in his life.

[bynux]

Imagine that board gaming is a very important and valuable interest to you. It's integral to the way you express yourself and share important moments with people you care about.

You meet a partner who's your dream person, but they only want you to play board games with them. It would be a deep breach of trust for them to find out that you've played a game with someone else. You enter the relationship, thinking "I love this person dearly. Board games with other people are something I can give up to keep them around."

Over time, you find a bunch of different two-player games and land on a few that you really enjoy. You start to play those games more often. Chess, checkers, UNO, mancala, reversi, pick your poison. Eventually it becomes a routine.

But there are only so many two-player games, let alone ones you haven't tried already. You start to realize that different people have different play styles that you'll never get to try your hand against. Your attention is drawn to three-, four-, even many-player games that you're missing out on. You're curious about Wingspan, Pandemic, Catan. You want to try games like UNO with more than just one other person and see what effect the Reverse card should actually have. Meanwhile, you and your partner continue to play the same three or four games, only occasionally trying something new. It feels…unsatisfying.

So you ask your partner if maybe you could try playing chess with another friend who you think might pose a challenge and offer a different perspective…and they're hurt by this suggestion. "Is playing with me not enough for you anymore? Am I not enough for you anymore?" You realize they're not going to budge, and you grow frustrated, or even resentful, that such an important part of your life has to be locked down for you if you want to keep this person you love.

A lot of people are perfectly content playing board games with just one person. But out of those who aren't, some resort to playing games with others in secret, especially if losing the relationship will create undue hardship (housing, finances, etc). Others leave their partners, amicably or…otherwise. Others still, arguably MOST, simply consider their need for other board games to be a personal flaw, convince themselves that they're being selfish, and continue to let the resentment grow.

Congratulations, you now understand what monogamy feels like to a non-monogamous/polyamorous person.

[etclouie]

“huh, you like that darlin’?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; fucking your boyfriend when another member of samcro walks in, but you both find something out about you in that moment (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; smut with little plot, minors do not interact!!!, poorly written smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, p in v, creampie, established relationship, chibs walks in on them(he does knock they just don’t hear it), readers described as drunk the night before(is this a warning??), jax teases reader about chibs walking in, lmk if i missed any !

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 939

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; yeah, uhm anyways (thinking of early seasons jax)

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you’d spent the night at the clubhouse with Jax, having drunk a little too much for Jax to have taken you home on his bike. 

you’d woken up alone in his bed and hearing the shower in the next room. eyeing him when he walked back into the room, and his towel wrapped lowly on his hips. 

knowing the look you were giving him had a chuckle spilling from his lips, leading to now. 

he had you sprawled out on your back, arms bracing himself on the pillows around your head, hips rocking against yours at a steady pace.

his voice soft and small, gentle coos leaving his lips. mumbled ‘i knows’ into your ear, while your legs wrapped around his waist and feet locked at the small of his back. arms loosely wrapped around his neck, and fingers tangled in his hair. 

this was more intimate than sex ever normally was between you, it was softer and a lot more gentle. 

tilting your head to capture his lips in a kiss and humming as he deepened it, his tongue pushing past your lips and meddling with yours. 

each thrust of his hips had more moans falling from your lips, breaking the kiss and laying back against the one lone pillow on the bed. your eyes flicking across his face and admiring him, reaching a hand up to cradle his jaw while your thumb soothed across his cheek. 

giggling softly as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm before leaning down to capture your lips again, both of you lost in the moment and missing the knock at the door. 

Jax’s thrusts continued at a steady past, coaxing soft moans from your lips. dropping his head to the crook of your neck again and peppering kisses across the skin, back arching up into him. 

with no response from Jax the door opened cautiously, and a familiar Scottish accent sounded in surprise and slight disgust. 

“jesus christ Jackie”

feeling your face heat at the sudden intrusion and hiding your face in your hands, feeling Jax pull away from your neck and glance back at Chibs. 

glancing up cautiously at Jax as he pulled the blankets up to cover your body, remaining inside you as he spoke, his tone laced in faint irritation and your walls fluttering around him causing a muffled groan to bubble in his throat. 

“this is on you brother”

his eyes locked with Chibs’ before nodding towards the door in a silent ask to leave, hearing the Scotsman chuckle before leaving; the door slamming behind him while Jax’s attention turned back to you. 

“sorry bout that, darlin’”

his hands pulling yours further away from your face, and loosely wrapping your arms around his neck once more. feeling the pillows dip on either side of your head while he braced himself again, the slow drag of his hips starting again. 

“felt you clench down on me, hm sweetheart?”

despite the softness of the moment, even if momentarily disrupted, Jax’s tone held a little teasing to it once again. thrusts continuing and low mewls falling from your lips, eyes hooded and keeping hold of his gaze. 

“huh, you like that darlin’? you like the thrill of getting caught like this?”

words escaping you, and a lewd moan coming out in response. eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to capture your lips again, his blond locks toppling into your face. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room again as he chased both of your climaxes, forehead resting against yours and arms crossing above your head. 

his body blanketing yours and moving impossibly closer to you, peaking up at him to find his gaze already on you. 

“you gonna cum f’me sweetheart? or you want Chibs back in here?”

choking back a whine at his proposition, walls fluttering around him again as the words reeled in your head. 

mind feeling fuzzy and body flooding with heat, the familiar pool of warmth settling in the pit of your belly as his thumb pressed to your clit. 

“fuck, that turn you on? shit- cum f’me sweetheart, that’s it”

the words came out in a groan, his head dropping to your shoulder and his thrusts faltering. lips pressing soft kisses across your sweat dampened skin, and his soft coos flooded your ear. thumb pressing tighter circles to your clit and pushing you over the edge, the coil in your belly snapping as you came with a cry of his name. 

arms tightening around his neck and pulling him down impossibly closer, moaning into his ear while your cheeks pressed together. moans turning into whines, and whines turning into incoherent babbles as his thrusts continued; once met with precision now left sloppy as he chased his high. 

“fuck, that’s my girl. such a good girl f’me darlin’”

the possessive tone in his words had another lewd moan tumbling past your lips, nails scratching across his back and into the sons tattoo. 

a barely coherent cry of his name was his undoing, hips stuttering before stilling completely against you. a jagged rock of his hips and a guttural moan past his lips signified his climax, his cock throbbing in your warmth and his release shooting into you. 

the constant flutter of your walls around him had him spilling every drop, the tightness surrounding him milking him for all he had. 

staying connected and limbs intertwined, his breathing heavy against your shoulder as he slowly started to come down from his high. lifting his head enough to meet your gaze before grumbling out to you. 

“my little exhibitionist, hm?“

requests are open here !

[etclouie-masterlists]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 sons of anarchy masterlist

ᯓᡣ𐭩 about making requests

ᯓᡣ𐭩 back to main masterlist?

— ୨୧₊˚ Jackson 'Jax' Teller | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 jax teller

— ୨୧₊˚ Filip 'Chibs' Telford | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 chibs telford

— ୨୧₊˚ Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 juice ortiz

— ୨୧₊˚ Alexander 'Tig' Trager | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 tig trager

— ୨୧₊˚ Opie Winston | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 opie winston

— ୨୧₊˚ Happy Lowman | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 happy lowman

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[dominacetrix]

Honestly, even if someone managed to prove that non-monogamous relationships are statistically more likely to end or last less time on average than monogamous ones, I don't think that would prove monogamy is better. I actually wouldn't be surprised if this is the case. What this would probably mean is that non-mono people are more willing and able to leave a situation that is no longer mutually healthy and fulfilling, due to, on average, being more self aware and communicative of their wants and needs and having better support networks. I think the fixation on this point by anti-poly people just shows that they're terrified of change in their relationships and projecting that on everyone else.

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

The sunshine beats down on your body. Warming you up to the point of perspiration.

‘God where are these fuckers?’ You thought.

You were wearing a black shirt and heavy boots, with your hair down but that was the price you paid for style. With your phone in hand, you were allowed to take as much time off as you wanted to find Dallas (courtesy of Gemma).

Gemma. Gemma. Gemma.  Right now, she felt like a Gurdian Angel, but something in you old you she could be just as nasty as she could be decent. She was a Queen Bee. The ultimate. But right now you were on her good side – and you intended for it to stay that way.

It wasn’t long before you heard two motors racing down the street. It was as if you could feel the rumble inside you, around you, underneath your feet. It didn’t help that were a flurry of emotions.

Once you saw two bikers pull up – the anxiety and relief started wrestling with each other.

  And as they dismounted, a blossoming of tension appeared. Not between the men, but between … you and one of the bikers. Tall, muscular, with a strong, stocky build. His facial features are rough and weathered. He seems familiar. As does the other. The two of them helped you the other night. That was a good sign, right? You decided it was.

 The side of your mouth quirked up and your eyebrows knitted together. What were the fucking chances? Gemma could have chosen anyone from the club. But she chose this man.

As the pair walked towards you; the only person out on the strip. You realized that their presence brought a strange mix of hope. You watched as Happy took an almost too long moment to eye you down.

Your heart pounded in your chest. This was a situation you did not think you would be in. You knew Dallas didn’t have any family around here and that you were … her only hope. Plus, she was your best friend. You’d hope she would do the same for you if it came to. So, you knew that every second counted in finding Dallas. Now wasn’t the time to ogle or be ogled.

HAPPY.

Even though he had his fair share of liquor the other night, he would remember this woman in a heartbeat. With her long; white and black hair, tattoos and those green fucking eyes. ‘No – he told himself. ‘Do not get attached. Gemma needs us to focus. So, focus.’

Tig walked up to her, took out his hand and shook hers. Introducing them both, properly.

   “I’m Annie, nice to meet you,” she said politely. The usually focused man could not keep getting lost in this woman. He noticed an air of anxiety surrounded her and then Happy remembered why they were here.

  “So, where are we at with this thing?” Tig led with.

“I-  um, well, Dallas my neighbour she’s been taken. Or something really bad has happened to her. I know her. And she wouldn’t of taken off like this.”

“When was the last time you saw her?” Happy’s voice was gravelly.

   “Um, before my shift … yesterday. She was babysitting my daughter. I came home. She was asleep on the couch. And then this morning she wasn’t there. She never leaves without saying goodbye. And then I went to her house –“

   “Okay, so she’s not just taken some time to herself?” Tig asked.

“No! No, she works for very strict people. Dallas knows her employers. I mean – if you ask me, they’re horrible pieces of shit. And she deserves way better, but she can’t really get away from them.”

  Both men shake their heads and glance at one another.

“I think we know where our first stop should be.”

ANNIE.

You expected them to follow you to your car, but both turned back to their bikes’. Tig nodded for you to hop on behind him and you felt a pang of disappointment. But you swung your leg around the bike and wiggled until you were as close as you could be to Tig.

   With a mischievous glint in his eye, he told you to, “hold on tight honey,” and you couldn’t help but blush. This felt very intimate, with your arms wrapped around his torso, face nearly resting on his back.

  Tig smelt like cigarettes, sweat and sex. Probably balls deep in someone before he got called by Gemma. You blushed at the thought of it. But closing your eyes, you thought of Dallas, and how scared she must be.

As you all approached the address, there were still quite a few cars parked in the lot. The dark building had two floors and from the top it had pink and red lights flashing over a slew of three x’s.  It used to be an old warehouse, repurposed for some shadowy business that no one cared to question too closely. The kind of place where secrets were kept, and lives were controlled.

  “Are you sure you want to come in, we can take it from here?” Happy said, eyeing every possible chance of danger.

     “She’s my friend, I want to be there when we find her. I don’t think she would go with you – without me, to be honest.”

Happy nodded and ever the silent sentinel, took the lead, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. Tig, always ready for action, flanked him, while you followed closely, your heart pounding wildly.

Reaching the entrance, you all paused. Happy gave a slight nod, and Tig pushed the door open.

      You three stepped inside.

  It was like another world. One where souls come to die.

The pumping lights tried to fill the space with a certain scene. But the energy was down, men sitting around were watching the women twirl and dance to the beat. There was something off about the dancers. Their smiles didn’t reach their eyes. There was no money tucked into their wear. The room reeked of despair.

"Stay close," Happy whispered to you, his voice barely more than a growl.

There wasn’t even a bouncer to stop you on the way in. A bad sign.

You moved through the corridors, each step taking you deeper into the heart of the building. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

Finally, they reached a door marked with a simple plaque – "Office." Happy gestured for you and Tig to stop, then pressed his ear against the wood. Satisfied that no one was inside, he pushed it open.

The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the building, furnished with sleek, modern furniture and high-tech equipment. But it was empty, save for a single piece of paper on the desk.

You hurried over and picked it up. Pure and utter dread washed over you. Eyes widening as you read the words scrawled across the page.

  “She told us all about you, Annie. And your beautiful daughter. Couldn’t keep her mouth shut once we found out she had been skimming off the top. Break a few fingers and the birdie sings.       If you want to settle this, we require three million in three days’ time. We’ll contact you with further information. No police.”

Your heart sank. This had just turned into something much more horrifying.

 Letting the paper fall to the desk, you turned to the men, despair evident in your eyes. They nodded. Knowing. Understanding why Gemma had asked them to help. This wasn’t just help mowing the lawn or taking out the trash.

This was something deeper.

        And these men were known in Charming. But neither Tig or Happy wanted to bring that up.

"We need to find out where they've taken her," Tig said, determination hardening his features.

Happy nodded. "We will. But we need to be smart about this. Gather information, follow the trails. We'll find her, Annie."

Happy had taken the note and folded it; slipping the damned thing into his pocked.

ANNIE.

You were on a warpath once your daughter was mentioned. And your next stop was obvious. Who the fuck did they think they were? Three million dollars, a threat to your daughter’s life and having to rescue Dallas? When did your life become a Blockbuster Hollywood movie?

    When the administrator called your daughter’s name over the intercom and she came skipping down, you nearly buckled with the relief. Some part of you had thought they might have already taken Kayleigh. But there she was. All curiosity and trying to figure out what the hell you were doing here.

Signing her out was a pain. They needed reasons, that came with so many questions that you nearly hauled your daughter over your shoulder and back to the car.

     But you didn’t.

Trying to be as calm as you could, it finally paid off when they ‘allowed’ you both to go.

    “Mom what are we doing? You never take me out of school!” Your daughter looked up expectantly, already knowing that something was going on. How could a kid her age picks up on emotions like this?

   “I’ll explain later baby, just go along with the ride!”

Back at the house, you locked every door and window while Happy and Tig stood guard. Once you were satisfied that all was secure, you turned to them. "Now what?"

"We're taking you to the clubhouse," Tig said. "Gemma said she'd be there. We need to regroup and figure out our next steps."

   You nodded. Wondering how the hell you were going to explain all this shit to Kayleigh. You did your damn best all these years not to bring on any trauma – and now you were in fear for her life. Going to a clubhouse, known for violence. Just to get your goddamn best friend back. God. When you saw her next…you felt like a good slap was coming. Why did she have to talk about Kayleigh?

The ride to the clubhouse was silent, everyone deep in their thoughts. When you arrived, Gemma was waiting as promised.

The woman gave you a hug, then bent down in her high heels and took in your daughter.

   “My, Annie is this the beautiful daughter you’re always talking about?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded your head, “it sure is.”

 “Well how about I show her some of the kids rooms and she can get comfortable? How about that?”

  You felt a quick sense of relief, but then it was snatched away when you saw more and more bike’s pull into the lot.

Men with the same leather kutte’s on as Happy and Tig moved toward the building. The one you and your daughter were going to be in for a few nights.

  But, your anxiety started to lessen when Happy stood next to you, an arm on your back and introduced you to everyone who walked by.

When they had all gone, Tig too, you turned to face Happy and smiled.

 “Thank you.”

       “I was always taught to have good manners. Otherwise, it was a shoe to the head.”

His comment made you laugh.

“No! Really?”

A small smile made its way onto his lips. “Yeah, the shoe was the least painful. Just took it right off her foot and threw it. Aim was always  on point.”

Another laugh burst from you.

   “I am so sorry, I don’t mean to-“

“It’s okay.”

And while your eyes closed for those split seconds, Happy realised that your laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

    “I think we should go inside,” you said, a smile on your face. Your heart a little lighter. A little less worried than it was two minutes ago.

    “Lets go inside-“ Happy said, starting to walk, and looking behind to make sure you were following him.

Together, you entered the dimly lit room, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. But surrounded by the steadfast support of Happy, Tig, and Gemma, you felt like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world.

[fictionalmenxyn]

☠︎︎ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 ☠︎︎

Pairing: male!reader x Sarah Cameron

About: you had grown up with the Cameron’s. Your families were close. Reason why? Your dad and Ward were the original leaders of Sons of Anarchy. The motorbike gang thrived. When you were seventeen. Your dad had died while out attending business for the gang. You wanted to carry his legacy. But Ward, Topper’s dad and Kelce’s dad stepped down. They said it wasn’t the same without your father, which was true. So you four (you, Rafe, Kelce and Topper) joined the gang making it yours. Rafe and Yourself were the leaders, taking your father’s roles. Meanwhile, Sarah and you had something. There was something between you both. It started when she was sixteen and you were seventeen. You both couldn’t describe it. But for now you two were childhood best friends. You protected her with your life. But you felt like something was there, something more, maybe you were driving yourself mad. But what could happen? Will there be more than ‘childhood friends’?

[arsenalsquid]

Kraken + Quad

[margonika00]

Commission for @yaksu0110

[rising-defiance-au]

Can i reward trenton and kent with theyre fave foods?

(They deserve prizes for being the symbols of freedom)

The Blaides are too distracted with their rewards to thank you; but they DEFINITELY appreciate them!!!!! ♡

🍖 Kent's fave food is prime rib

🍲 Trenton's fave food is Inkwell's Ignis Mortem (Fire Death) Soup

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[freckliedan]

we live in a mono-normative society. polynormativity does not and can not exist. this is a very personal subject and i will not answer insensitive asks about it.

[justanoasisimagines]

Blurb #1

Hey lovelies, back with another blurb. My requests are currently open and my request guidlines are pinned ot the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Summary; While at the grocery store a man makes a presumptions about you.

"It must be hard raising three kids alone?" You turned your head, unsure whether or not the man was talking to you.

"Men aren't like they should be these days. Leaving women like you unattended is such a shame." He was. You clutched Abel's hand tighter as you sidestepped making sure Thomas was in reaching distance. Your little girl lay asleep in the cart.

"I suggest you leave us alone."

"Why honey, we're only talkin'"

"Did you not hear her?" Jax's voice was dark and gravelly. He moved to take a protective stance in front of you. His shoulders broadened, posture straightened. A side of Jax appeared you'd only seen several times. Dark, intimidating, threatening.

With his hands raised high, stepping several paces away, Jax met each step.

"If I ever see you a fucking again. I'm gonna make your life hell. You're gonna wish you never laid your eyes on my fucking family." The man nodded, running away, Jax refused to turn to you until he had been gone for at least a moment or two. As he did, the darkness slipped away, a gentle smile replacing it.

"Are you okay?" You nodded, Jax's eyes roamed your body attempting to locate any detection of untruthfulness.

"From now on, we go everywhere together. I didn't know there were creeps in the grocery store." Jax pecked your lips, ruffling both Thomas and Abel's hair. "Alright, who wants doughnuts?"

Thomas and Abel both cheered, your daughter oblivious to the world. Jax picked Thomas into his arms, holding Thomas's hand with his spare and a conversation about what time of doughnuts.

[notasapleasure]

Kay, thanks for this link, reading the essay was almost quasi-religious to this lifelong atheist. It's an absurdly optimistic piece and all the more rebellious for it, I think.

I could quote so much more from it, but perhaps this is the most relevant bit right now...

For radicals, fetishizing the guillotine is just like fetishizing the state: it means celebrating an instrument of murder that will always be used chiefly against us.

Those who have been stripped of a positive relationship to their own agency often look around for a surrogate to identify with—a leader whose violence can stand in for the revenge they desire as a consequence of their own powerlessness. In the Trump era, we are all well aware of what this looks like among disenfranchised proponents of far-right politics. But there are also people who feel powerless and angry on the left, people who desire revenge, people who want to see the state that has crushed them turned against their enemies.

Reminding “tankies” of the atrocities and betrayals state socialists perpetrated from 1917 on is like calling Trump racist and sexist. Publicizing the fact that Trump is a serial sexual assaulter only made him more popular with his misogynistic base; likewise, the blood-drenched history of authoritarian party socialism can only make it more appealing to those who are chiefly motivated by the desire to identify with something powerful.

-Anarchists in the Trump Era

Now that the Soviet Union has been defunct for almost 30 years—and owing to the difficulty of receiving firsthand perspectives from the exploited Chinese working class—many people in North America experience authoritarian socialism as an entirely abstract concept, as distant from their lived experience as mass executions by guillotine. Desiring not only revenge but also a deus ex machina to rescue them from both the nightmare of capitalism and the responsibility to create an alternative to it themselves, they imagine the authoritarian state as a champion that could fight on their behalf. Recall what George Orwell said of the comfortable British Stalinist writers of the 1930s in his essay “Inside the Whale”:

“To people of that kind such things as purges, secret police, summary executions, imprisonment without trial etc., etc., are too remote to be terrifying. They can swallow totalitarianism because they have no experience of anything except liberalism.”