#fa of ff

[carebearcody]

wsl stream on youtube ending at 83mins cheers i didn’t want to see the rest of the match anyways x

[buscandoelparaiso]

sto leggendo tante di quelle scene iconiche nelle fan fiction simuel che gli scrittori avrebbero potuto benissimo copiare e incollare nella stagione 2, sarebbero passate alla storia soprattutto perche recitate da damiano e nicolas e invece NO ci tocca la storyline etero con la figlia di due anni e la memoria di uno di 50 che per giunta si chiama LILLI + storyline triste copiata dalla s01 ma con personaggi diversi + dante balestra che dice cose e anche male, cosa dobbiamo fare per dio

[aito-mation]

made me a fursona finallyy ft soad merch i wish i had

[bright-thehawksflight]

Anyway I'm high-key glad my first teaching post is not in a classy sort of high school because trust me, a professional formation school makes for much better stories to tell.

Like, one day someone will ask me how my career started and I can say that my first week on the job a student told me to kill myself but did it using the formal "you" and the polite mode of address that is normal between student and teacher. You don't get this shit in any old liceo classico is what Im saying.

[at1nys-blog]

Empty calls

Summary: Luffy keeps getting empty calls from time to time

A/N: pairing not present because I want to keep the surprise; credit to the owner of the slide photo on tiktok that gave me the idea, also thank @/mikasasasa for sharing the pics

The first time the Mugiwaras got an empty call it wasn't a good show to witness, Nami got very upset at whoever was on the other line. She mumbled something along the lines of "who is this stupid to waste my time on such childish pranks" after hanging up the call. She took the dedenmushi and left it in the kitchen, its prior position.

The second time it was a couple of months later, this time Luffy was the one to answer. No one was around so what was the matter if he answered. He greeted the caller as his usual, with his name and stating he was going to be the King of the pirates. Nothing, from the other side of the dendenmushi there was no reaction to such words.

"Hello??" he tried to make sure someone was there but nothing. "What's with you...oiiiiii" once again the captain never got an answer. He couldn't stay much longer, waiting for someone that probably wasn't there anymore.

A dark figure was standing next to the phone, a pen in hand and a notebook on the table, the figure wrote the date and 'he sounds happy' next to it.

Every once in a while the calls kept on coming, most of the times Luffy was not the one asnwering them but when he did, the figure kept on noting down the captian's mood.

Sometimes Luffy would be tired; other times his voice would manifest annoyace; other time. a fewer, he would sound sad. One time the figure heard the boy sniffing, sign he had been crying. The unknow presence wanted to ask why, why was he crying? Was because of something he was told? Did someone do something? What was happening? But couldn't, the person on the other side kept silence, Luffy asked once more if someone was there but after not getting an answer he hung up.

"Dragon" Ivankov's voice brought the man back to reality. "Who were you talking to?" they added but the man didn't give them an answer, he walked past his best revolutionaries and did not spoke a world. Ivankov got the signal, they didn't say more, they just let the boss on his way, whatever that was.

Dragon was in his room when he noted Luffy being sad that day. He felt like he had to do something but was Luffy going to accept his help after all this time? He wasn't the best father someone could have asked for. He has never been present for the boy, leaving his son with his father back in Fusha, never reaching to him all those years.

"Is stupid" he said, he knew Luffy didn't care about him. If Dragon was to help him, Luffy would have raised hell. The captain of the revolutionary army had a thought on what his son would have thought of him 'how dare he helping just now. Where was he when I needed a father? Where was he?'

The man closed his notebook and left it on his desk, changing into something more confortable he went to sleep praying whoever was listening to keep his son, Monkey D. Luffy, safe and happy.

[himejoshibutch]

city won against bayern?? um.. well anyways hope [redacted] kick them out of ucl and arsenal win the league

[flintism]

one of the reasons i hate reading the last three chapters of fool’s fate so much is that it’s the only time where i feel completely disconnected from fitz as a narrator. like even when i reread the first trilogy and fitz very much feels and sounds like a teenager to me now i still always get where he comes from and though i don’t relate to him the way i used to i understand his emotions but the disconnection i always feel when reading the last three chapters of fool’s fate is so jarring im still here mourning the fool leaving and i feel he has already moved on and doesn’t care at all and i hate it i hate it i hate it 

[niklenakle]

I ran out of tags before i could list all the rune factory girls im really sorry ill do better next time...

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.

[unblindeduniverse]

And I never knew that death could taste so bitter-sweet

"No, no, just keep your eyes on me. Keep those eyes on me." Sova's words felt like an echo of something that can never truly get to me, no matter how many times I hear it from his lips. I can feel his shaky hand holding my face, his look filled with worry, but I cannot get myself to focus on anything - it all seems blurry, and getting even more so with each passing second. I try to keep my eyes open, to keep myself alert, but staying conscious seems like too much of an effort right now. My breath feels so shallow. My face and hands covered in sweat, my clothes all in blood, and my mind in silent fear of what will become of me.

This battle was never supposed to result in no losses - we all knew it. Perhaps the most stupid thing is that we never wanted to realize it. To truly grasp the dangers of war.

The walls of my own skull suddenly started to feel so foreign to me. My mind strangely quiet. I just wish he was putting me to sleep instead of desperately trying to keep me awake. Wouldn't it just be much easier?

"Just let me go, Sova. You need to continue fighting," I gather all my strength left in me to form my words, but I can't help being too much out of breath. All that comes out is nothing but a mere whisper full of struggle. "This battle won't win itself with… with you standing over a breathing corpse."

"I can't just leave you here to die, you idiot!"

I find it hard to figure if he is angry, or sad, or just disappointed at my words. I just feel cold. Out of touch. My fuzzy mind just feels surprised that he understood what I wanted to say. I barely register my own voice myself anymore.

The blood keeps escaping my body, and it doesn't look like it wants to stop, no matter how much pressure Sova applies into the wound. He can't force himself to fake a smile with a "you will be alright" anymore, and neither can I fool myself at this point.

I am not going to make it.

There is no god to help me right now, no destiny that would be willing to intervene and save me from the cold embrace of death. I can already feel its stinky breath on my neck. Its filthy hands grasping my neck tightly, leaving me out of air.

"Cypher… don't leave me. I beg you."

He cries into my shoulder, his arm still pressing into the place bullet pierced through me. And now I don't know what pains me more - my terrible luck in this battle, or the sight of him so… broken.

"Do not weep, Sova." I whisper, feeling like the last bits of strength are close to leaving me at this point.

He looks at me, eyes filled with despair, hopeless. His clothing almost as much covered in filthy blood as mine.

"Just promise me… that you will carry me in your heart." I try to keep my gaze on him steady, wanting my last words not to be lost in the wind. "Just like I always carried you in mine."

The moment of my last breaths is not the circumstances in which I would have imagined I would tell him how much he means to me. But now I don't need to carry the potentially insufferable consequences I've always been so afraid of, at least.

"I need you to know… I love you. And my heart might bleed out on this battlefield, Sova… but my love for you will never cease."

He just seems to stare at me for a moment. His eyes red from crying, his breathing shallow and out of rhythm. I can feel him sensing that the light is about ready to leave me. He might just think I am talking nonsense.

But the darkness comes. The filthy beauty of that cold, silent peace already reaching me. Crawling slowly to blind me completely. And I can only surrender. The chaos around me not even creeping in between the cracks of my barely-thinking brain anymore. It is just quiet. Disturbingly so, if I were to focus on that. But now, I just wish to drown.

Drown, drown, keep drowning. Until there is nothing left. Only me and the void.

His arms lock me in an embrace yet again. My body feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore.

Then I hear a rough whisper between his cries, right into my ear.

"I love you too, Cypher. And I always will."

And I never knew that death could taste so bitter-sweet.

[anonymouslove]

I n33d to mak3 h1m mor3 st>ff

[fictionfanaticspod]

❄️𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉: ❄️

Love Worth Waiting For by BooklandReeve

🪭We are so excited to announce our first Disney, and F/F fic this month with Love Worth Waiting For! If you love Frozen, Mulan, AU, and Soulmate fics then read along this month and listen at the end of the month as we discuss this great story!🪭

[starbirdaltair]

DC X DP PROMT #10

Hello, you wonderful strangers on the internet! New promt! My online safety teachers probably so disappointed right now-

Danny fenton was having a very strange time. It started like this.

Danny had lived his whole life with the Fentons and fully considered them family, even knowing he was adopted.

Until last month, that is.

Danny's secret was unfortunately revealed to his parents on their yearly camping trip, which was one of the few times his parents had enough time to take a few days trip with him and Jazz.

However, it all went downhill when they decided to test their new invention for any ghosts in the area and it led them straight to danny, which of course, prompted a few.... tests.

So.

Yeah.

It was pretty bad. So, Jazz and him decided to test his blood to see if he has any other relatives. But. That's where it all really began.

Danny's blood wasn't his. Like, it was but also it wasn't?

What he means, is his blood immediately matched him as Tim drake, or rather, his exact copy.

Tim Drake. CEO of wayne industries. Gotham's high society leader, celebrity, and part of the Wayne family.

Tim Drake.

That Tim Drake.

Feel free to use an add on!

[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[roprot]

Okay

I didn't think I'd ever do this but there are so few RoP memes and places of joyful discussion out there that it made me return to tumblr. I've been a quiet fan ever since the show started but there are no places to be silly about it, ffs just LET ME HAVE MY PRETTY GIFS No, it's not prestige drama. Nah, I don't mind the lore changes. Yes, I'm pro diverse casting. The elves are elfy enough for me with all their pettiness and various lengths of hair — PJ just made us default to copypaste Vulcans (Tra-la-la-lally & Fa-la-la-lolly anyone?). Amazon evil, professionals behind the show I'm neutral about. What I DO love about the show is that I get colourful high fantasy cheese with moments of true beauty and absolutely no SA /oversexualisation/grimdark in between. Geez, RoP makes me HAPPY. I mean, it feels so sincere it's awkward at times. But after these past years... decades... of cynical media I feel like we kinda need that. I need that. Also yes, Galadriel slaps. As does Hannatauron and Elrond and Celebrimor and Disa and Durin and Elendil and Berek and— Anyways, low-effort blogging ahoy, hello all and give me your nice things pls <3

[nctdeeznutz]

back arched like a cat. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1k

SYNOPSIS: kitchen sex with mark lee

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content (18+), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, creampie, spanking, oral (female receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, cocky mark

AN| i'm not ok. i'll never recover from that mv. fuck (me) you mark lee. also, this is briefly based off the song 'stargirl interlude' by the weeknd and lana del rey. also, again, this is a quick piece because i was desperate.

You’re gasping for air, whiny moans fleeting past your lips as your fingernails scrape across the kitchen counter in search to grasp onto something to keep you stable, knowing you would’ve definitely crumbled to your knees if it wasn’t for Mark’s tight grip on your waist, his hips pistoning into yours at a speed that has your legs shaking from the force.

Tears spring in your eyes as Mark’s hand drags to the bottom of your spine, pushing down to arch your back further into him, allowing him to reach deeper places inside of you that have your toes curling as a cry rips from the back of your throat.

Mark’s chest rumbles with a grunt with each thrust of his hips, leaning over your body to mouth at the bare skin of your shoulder from where your tank top strap had slipped down during the fun, teeth nipping around the area. 

Your cheek is pressed to the countertop, panting heavily against the marble tiles as Mark abuses your pussy, his other hand slipping down from your waist to dip between your legs, nimble fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. 

Your thighs squeeze around his hand with a wail and you hear Mark chuckle next to your ear, clearly enjoying how you’re reacting to him. He licks the shell of your ear as he feels your thighs quiver and your walls clamp around his cock, causing him to moan deeply.

“You like that? Hm?” Mark questions with a taunting hum. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. You really like getting fucked like this? In the kitchen where we eat?” He laughs as he sees you nod frantically. “Dirty girl𑁋fuck, I love it so much. Love it when you’re like this, taking my cock so well. That’s it, baby”

“Ma𑁋rk” You hiccup through salty tears, drool slipping past your lips as your body jolts with every movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the kitchen. He’s giggling behind you now, gripping your ass cheeks and sending a few playful slaps that has your mind whirling.

“So pretty bent over for me like this. So gorgeous. Fuck, you’re so wet” Mark rambles as he pounds his cock into your walls that spasm around him with each forceful thrust. You’re fully crying now, a blubbering mess at the pleasure and euphoria that buzzes through your veins, sending a thrill down your spine when Mark slaps your ass again. 

“‘I𑁋shit𑁋I’m gonna𑁋” You cut yourself off with a gasp, knocking the dishes on the drying rack as you try to reach for something to keep yourself grounded as the pleasure in the pit of your belly tightens. “Fuck!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Mark asks you and you pathetically nod your head. He grins, “Me too. Can I cum inside? Fill this pussy up? Do you want that, baby? Hm?”

“Please!” You plead, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fill me up, Mark. Make me yours”

“Silly girl” Mark chuckles, leaning over your body once more to kiss the back of your neck. “You are mine”

Those simple words were enough to have you coming undone with a cry, coating his cock that fucks you through your orgasm, praising you as his hands stroke down your back but the sloppiness of his movements is enough for you to know what’s about to come next and you welcome it immediately, whining as he fills you up with his cum, shivering as you feel it leak out and drip down your thighs.

Your legs quiver as Mark pulls out of you, giving you no time to react as he spins you around to face him, crashing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. His palms are flat against your cheeks, fingertips pressing into your skin to hold you to him as his tongue mingles with yours, grunting in your mouth as your teeth graze his tongue, chuckling between the kiss as he feels your hands desperately fist at his shirt.

But he takes a step back, smiling as he sees you chase his lips and hooks his arms beneath your thighs to lift you upwards, settling you down on the countertop behind yourself. You hiss as your base ass meets the cold tiles, wincing at the slight sting but you quieten when you watch Mark drops down to his knees in front of you, littering soft kisses around your inner thighs before he lurches forwards to shove his tongue between your folds, licking up at the mess he had created between your legs.

His name comes panting from your lips and you thread your fingers through his messy hair, grabbing needily at him to tug him even closer as he tastes you, lapping at your pussy with the most animalistic grunt you have ever heard rumble from his chest.

His tongue swirls around your sensitive clit and your thighs jerk around his head with a whine as you try to lean back from his touch but the grip he has on your legs forces you to remain still and a cry leaves you lips as he drags you closer to his face, not caring if he’s driving you into oversensitivity as he’s too busy lapping at you hungrily, your arousal and his cum lathering on his tongue.

“Taste so sweet” He moans between your folds, eyes lifting up to meet yours and his brows raises suggestively at you, “Always taste so sweet for me”

©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

[the-princess-of-bimbos]

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

🩷Sukuna x chubby reader🩷

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: The reader is female, black ofc<3 but any race can read it if they want to, toxic!Sukuna , reader gets a good ending just because. Please know that this is probably my only "dark ish" ff unless y'all like this type of stuff so...

⚠️None⚠️

It was 12:45 in the morning when you got a text from Sukuna talking about. 'I'm pulling up inna second come outside.' I sigh putting on my black fuzzy slides and my (f/c) robe. I laid back on my bed cause I know Sukuna's ass not gonna be here for a while. As soon as I opened Instagram, 'Sukuna Baee ❤' was calling. "Hello?" "Where the hell are you? I told yo ass to come outside!" His voice was booming from the speaker phone. "Stop yelling at me Kuna. I told you that I don't like it when you yell at me." I say with a pout.

I could practically hear the eye roll he did and he hung up. 'I don't even wanna go in his stupid car.' I thought. I tighten my robe and open the front door going to the curb where Sukuna's car resided. I knocked on his window with a pout on my face. He rolled it down with a big ass smirk. "I know you haven't been crying." He teased. I didn't reply. "Get in." He said with a sigh. I hesitated a bit just to get under his skin. I got in the passenger seat with my arms crossed.

"What's up witchu? Smile fa' me." He smirked. "What do you want?" He leaned his head back with an attitude. "Girl, that's not how you greet a mothafucka when they're being nice to you." I didn't do anything but ignore him."I don't think I want to take part of being your girlfriend anymore Sukuna." You said with your face in the car mirror touching your face. "Fuck you mean 'you don't wanna be my girl anymore'." He mocked. "Because you don't respect me, like at all." You began. Your voice shaking a bit.

Sukuna smirked and slid down his seat a little bit to man spread. "Explain." He said. "Okay, whenever I'm with my home girls, you're always all over them and shit. Giving them full hugs when you don't even know them like that. You're supposed to give them sides hugs or just give them a high five or something. And don't even get me started on the fact that youre over here linking up with them too! I thought it was just me and you Kuna, What happened to that? Also whenever I set boundaries with you, you don't ever respect that. How many times do I have to tell you not to yell at me or when I dont want to have sex with you? But you steady wanna ignore my feelings because you don't care and I'm not even your type for real." You ranted with tears in your eyes.

"How are they fake?" I turned to him. He tossed his phone to me while looking out his window.

Sukuna was on his phone texting someone I think. "See look, you not even paying attention. I'm outta here. Lose my number." I say as I open the door. But before I could do so, Sukuna locked the door. "You not going no where so don't start like that. Second of all, you're being hella insecure because you know I don't even like your fake ass friends anyways." he scoffed.

This is the beginning of your conversation.

Symoné: Who dis?

Me: Dis Sukuna lol

Symoné: How you get my insta?

Me: Y/n gave it to me.

Symoné: Oh....

Me: Shiii you trynna go to this new restaurant wit me?

Symoné: Is Y/n gon be there???

Me: Nah but don't worry bout dat she said that it was cool for us to go together

Symoné: Okay then what time?

Me: I'll be there in 30 minutes. Wear something pretty.

Seen

"What are you trying to prove my nigga?!" You raise your voice at him as you threw his phone on his lap. He shuffled his body. "Well, if they were your real friends then they wouldn't be agree about comin with me anyways." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sucks to suck."

I unlock the door with my hand and leave. "Where the fuck you think you're goin?" He yells. I ignore him and walk into my house.

|Time skip|

*15 new messages from Sukuna Baee❤️*

*25 missed calls from Sukuna Baee❤️*

I wake up from my sleep to see my phone blaring it's blue light, distracting me. I pick it up and read the messages he sent.

Sukuna Baee❤️: Yo Y/n text me back when you can

Sukuna Baee❤️: Hey

Sukuna Baee❤️: Are you sleeping?

Sukuna Baee❤️: I'm finna call you

*missed call*

Sukuna Baee❤️: ANSWER THE PHONE Y/N IK yu UP

Seen

Etc etc etc...... He tried to call again but I let it ring and blocked his number. I scroll through my call list and see Yuji's profile. We've been talking around the same time me and Sukuna been talking and 'dating'. They're twin brothers!

Yuji: I've missed youuuu 🥺 why haven't you been talking to meee it's been 2 weeks 🥲

Me: I'm sorry babe. I was caught up in some other drama. It's all over now

Yuji: Do you still have that movie night planned?

Me: Duh ofc I didn't forget. I'll see you tmw at 10???????

Yuji: Yep :)

*Liked by Me*

Y/n smiled and looked towards at you. "The hell are you looking like that for? Don't hate the player.... Hate the game or how ever you say it."