#hayley mary

[zlatokryletz]

Portrait study of Hayley Mary, whose gorgeous velvety-grunge-ocean-breeze voice is truly one of the most ethereal sonic experiences blessedly available for us here and now😳✨

[shakirachyanne]

Song: Discoloured- Birds of Tokyo ft Hayley Mary

Movie: Coraline

[harbingrs]

I'm in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter

[eunnui]

Hayley Mary covers Lana Del Rey 'Chemtrails Over The Country Club' for Like A Version

[skipper1331]

youngster // Lionesses

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :D

Getting your first senior call up at the age of 17 was shocking. Your call up came shortly before the euros and it was scary. You felt two sides of emotions, you felt the positives, the wow I’m in the senior squad and the negatives, shit I’m the in the senior squad with legends. You knew most of them, played against many of them as well yet the thought of having an actual conversation with them freaked you out.

But thinking back, you wouldn‘t change a thing.

-

Your first ever training session was interesting to say at least. As a striker, your goal was it to score but you didn‘t. At each opportunity, you passed the ball to someone else, so they could score. You were too afraid what the girls would think if you scored and if the ball wouldn‘t cross the line or if they thought it was selfish to shoot from your position.

By now, you knew the girls, you had to talked to some of them (not many) but something in your mind was telling you: keep distance, they‘re legends, you‘re just a 17 year old girl who got lucky with the call up.

Your behavior didn‘t go unnoticed - the squad questioning what the matter was with you.

"Kid, what‘s up?" Lucy asked one evening as she saw you sitting alone, watching the sunset.

"Lucy, hey"

"How are you feeling?" the older woman took it as her mission to get to know you. With the intention, that you would eventually warm up with her and the team, "First senior camp, hm?"

"Ye-yeah" nervously, you scratched your neck. You were literally talking to someone who you had admired since you were a little girl. As you felt the blush arose on your cheeks, you looked away, back at the sunset. "It’s okay to be the best version of yourself you know" she didn‘t look in your direction either, staring at the sunset as well.

"I- I don’t know what you’re talking about"

Scooting closer to your figure, the brunette looked briefly at you, "you‘re holding back. I‘ve seen you score goals for your club but not a single one here, why?"

"I don‘t know" you felt caught in fear yet Lucy made you feel like she wouldn‘t judge you for it. "It‘s scary? It‘s weird to know that I’m in the same room as you guys. Look at Ellen, she‘s a top scorer and when I am next to her in a scrimmage why would I shoot if I‘m in the same team as her?" you muttered the last part as you pulled your knees closer to your body.

"It‘s okay to be scared. But you‘re here for a reason. You have the talent, show them. Show everybody that you‘re not just the 17 year old," she laid her arm around your shoulder, bringing you some comfort before she whispered, "and by the way, all the girls think you‘re amazing. Even Ellen" she winked at you as you stared at here with wide eyes. Ellen White thought you‘re amazing?! The legend herself?

-

After the conversation with Lucy you were a changed woman. Slowly but surely, you felt comfortable with everyone on the team. You scored goals, worked hard and you’d proven yourself.

The girls became your family.

-

"Last one in the changing room is a loser" you shouted to Lessi and Ella while you began running, the best friends sprinting after you and Alessia almost tripping over her own feet as she tried to catch up with you. "You cheater!" Ella yelled as she chased after you, yourself laughing at her.

"Winner!" you threw your fist in the air, celebrating your little win as the striker and midfielder entered the room, "took ya long enough, huh?" mocking Ella’s thick accent, you yawned, acting as if you waited ages for them.

Ella and Alessia shared a look, smirking as they stepped closer to you. You looked at both of them, the mischief smiles obvious. "Oh no" you muttered. Before you even had the chance to react, the girls tackled you in sweaty hug as they started to annoy you with weird noises or tickle fingers.

"You‘re the loser" Lessi stated, laughing while Ella claimed, "I don‘t sound like that!"

-

During the international break you had two friendlies planned - one against Ireland and one against Australia.

Both tough opponents.

"Y/n" Sarina called over the pitch as you were about to take a shower like the rest of the girls. When you saw walking in your direction, you walked towards her, "yes?"

"Do you have a moment?" she asked nicely.

"Um, yeah sure!" nervously you scratched your arm, "is something wrong?"

"No! Actually quite the opposite. Let’s take a seat" she pointed towards the bench before she went there, yourself following behind. "In two days we‘ll face Ireland and you‘ll give your debut" she started, shushing you as you were about to cut her off, "you‘ll come off the bench and then you will show the world your talent."

Dazed, you nodded, "I’m really proud of you. This and last camp you improved very much, you deserve this" with that she left. Sarina was nice and a very good coach but also kind off mysterious which she had shown just now. You liked her.

-

You came on in the 75th minute for Ellen. The Og-lioness gave you a quick high five before she hugged you, cupping your cheeks while she told you "go smash it!" as well, she pressed a loving motherly kiss to your forehead. Everything’s going to be fine.

On the pitch, you looked around, assuring smiles coming from all of your team mates, even from one or two Irish girls.

Senior debut with 17, that’s world class.

While England was 2-0 in the lead, Ireland got desperate and angry, players like Katie McCabe showing it with the tackles she did.

Your moment came when Keira passed the ball to you. Dribbling around the defender you ran up to the goalie, no other defender near you, the goal keeper came out of her goal, off her line, with open legs. You had many possibilities, you could chip over her, shoot past her right/left or through her legs. And even though you had many possibilities, your brain decided on one before you could even consider which was the best option.

It was your moment to shine yet you embarrassed the gk by nutmegging her. You didn‘t care though and neither did your friends, you scored your debut goal on your debut match. It felt surreal. The stadium erupted in cheers and roars while the girls jumped on your back. Alessia was the first by your side, jumping on your back as Ella jumped on you from the side, the rest of the lionesses joining close behind. Millie and Rach smacked your head in appreciation and pride while others patted your back, Lucy being different as she squeezed your cheeks like an old aunty.

"So proud of you, little one" Leah whispered in your ear as you walked back in your own half, "thank you" you whispered, cheeks already red by all the attention you had gotten.

Like Ellen did earlier the England captain as well pressed a kiss to your forehead, showing her love.

The came continued until the ref blew the final whistle. Cheers were heard around the stadium, the girls happy with the outcome of the game. After every opponents hand was shaken the girls huddled around you, yelling, singing and the ManCity girls even dancing your name. "Debut oh oh oh, debut goal oh oh oh" they sang, hugging you in a group hug before they lifted you up.

Finally, you felt like a part of the team, like a lioness.

-

The game against Australia was a whole different story. With players like Sam Kerr and Mary Fowler up front, Alanna Kennedy and Steph Catley in the back and a brick of wall like Arnold in goal, you knew for sure that match wouldn‘t be easy. Not one team going down without a fight.

The difference this time was though, you were in the starting line up.

Arriving at the stadium, you walked out of the bus towards the building, your hand slipping in Georgias, the bayern player looking down at you. She knew how it was to be a newbie and young. Ever since you had warmed up with the team it was known fact that you loved physical touch. It calmed your nerves and just made you feel free. None of the girls minded, they enjoyed it, you were like their kid and/or little sister. So a routine had developed;

walking out of the bus in the stadium? You would hold hands with Georgia.

Scoring a goal? The skipper would kiss your forehead.

You talked to Lucy? She would‘ve her arm around your shoulder.

Ella, Lessi and Mary? Bear hug.

The thing you enjoyed the most though was the group hugs in games, it didn‘t matter if you were squished in the middle, on top or barely in the hug - just hugging the limbs around you - it was special.

"Less, could you braid my hair, please?" you asked the blonde who was already in her warm up gear. "Yeah sure!" the striker replied sweetly. You took a seat in front of her before she started to comb through your hair and eventually braid it.

In the tunnel, you stood in front Lucy, nerves kicking in as you shuffled with your feet. The brunette saw your state, her hands creeping up to massage your shoulders. She leant towards you, "deep breaths. You‘re gonna be fine" she said and that was it.

Both teams walked out of the stadium, music playing as you stood in a row. When the official part (singing the national anthem, high-fiving your opponents, etc) was finally over you were happy. You wanted to play football.

The game started intense, Australia pressed high and played very physically. Your enemy of the night was Alanna Kennedy, the Manchester City defender. She defended and distributed balls as much as she could - she was fantastic. All of her tackles were clean, too.

Then there was a corner kick.

Alex stepped up to take it as everybody positioned themselves in the box or close to it. You remember the ball flying in your direction, you remember jumping in the air and something hitting your face. It wasn‘t the ball, it wasn‘t an elbow either - it felt painful.

Your body hit the ground with a thud, your vision already black as (unknown to you) blood trickled down your face. Everyone was so focused on stopping the counter attack that no one on your team, the opposing team or the referee noticed that you were on the ground, knocked out. Macca was the first by your side, she got the message instantly - you weren‘t going to get up. She yelled something, her gloves already tossed aside as she turned you around. There was a nasty cut on the right side of your forehead, going down to your temple and blood running out of your nose. When the ref finally realized something was wrong she blew her whistle, too far away to check on you immediately - she gave the sign for the medics to come on the pitch. It took one look at your numb body before the first girls started running. Ellen and Lucy were by your side while the medics did their job. Leah was arguing with the ref, angry words leaving her mouth as Millie tried to stop her. Yet Millie also having not so friendly words resting on the tip of her tongue.

When the replay was shown on the big screen every person in the stadium inhaled sharply. It showed you jumping up and Hayley Raso jumping up as well with an outstretched leg which then connected with your face. That was enough for Millie to let go of Leah and march over to the Australian, Rachel close by. Angrily, she poked her chest as she muttered how reckless that was. There was big huddle, other players got involved but still, you were laying on the pitch. Everything happened so fast and got out of hand way too quickly.

"My head hurts" you rasped out. Ellen’s eyes grew wide, "hey" she sighed in relief.

"Do you have a twin?" you asked, eyes closing again.

"No?"

"why do I see you twice?"

Helplessly, Ellen looked at Lucy who shrugged her shoulders before she looked at the medics.

"The stretcher is coming"

-

You laid on a bed, head bandaged as you mumbled something. Benched Lotte sat next to you, Sarina with the strict order to look after you. Lotte held your hand in a comforting manner even if you didn‘t realize the act. "You know, a shrimp‘s heart is in its head" you muttered, smiling at the ceiling, high on painkillers. Lotte smiled to herself as the next random fact left your mouth and another one. Actually, she was quite impressed by your random knowledge.

"How is she?!" Jill asked as she harshly opened the door, the other girls behind the tall woman. Squeezing together in the room, the whole squad including Sarina stood inside, all eyes on you, "hi hi" you giggled, clapping your hands.

"I like you, you, you and you, you, you, oh and you," you pointed at each of the girls until you didn‘t feel like it anymore "ah, I just love all of you. My heros"

-

The days after, the girls took care of you like you were a royalty. They helped you to get dressed, reminded you to take your medication, walked with you - so if something happens, they could help you and everything. You really appreciated it, even though it annoyed you, after the first week where everything was almost back normal.

-

When the euros call up came, you were beyond excited. A European championship on home soil, could it get any better?

You loved everything about that tournament. The mood in the team was untouchable, the flair unreal and the games on fire. It surprised yourself when you got the chance to play in an actual euros match and even scoring. You felt a high like everyone else did.

It was the match against Spain when you scored the winning goal. The stadium erupted in roars, the girls celebrating jumping around you as each of them gave you a forehead kiss. Leah was the first who did - she always did it after a goal of yours but when Lucy did the same after that and Georgia joined as well, all the girls pressed a loving and thankful kiss to your forehead. It was the perfect moment, could’ve been a movie moment.

Winning the trophy was your and the highlight. Ella scored the opening goal and Chloe the final one, it was surreal. You had never felt prouder in your life.

When the final whistle blew, you ran for your dear life. You ran to the person who was the closest and jumped onto her as you shouted something cheerful. You - like everybody, felt euphoric. It was phenomenal.

You did it. The girls did it. The lionesses did it. They brought the trophy home.

With just 17 you won your first major senior trophy, many to come and as the youngster of the group, there will never be a day where you have to worry about anything. The girls had your back and you had theirs because you‘re a lioness.

All for one and one for all.

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[aus-wnt]

matildas

Yeah, can’t pass up a cheeky Tim Tam 🍫🎥 TSN

[gotham--fc]

Woho as text posts part 1/?

[katelynnwrites]

if this isn't the cutest squad announcement ever 🇦🇺

[pixiesfz]

I was the anon that requested the Charli fic I loved it would love a Katrina gorry fic also if you write for her

Ask and you shall receive (I’m not kidding guys when you send a request I will most likely do it, I only won’t if I don’t physically find them attractive or don’t know the player well enough to write it fluidly)

okay but here is my beautiful mini.

plot: y/n had only joined the Matilda’s about a year before mini left to have her baby and she was her biggest supporter through it all, well until you get transferred to Chelsea

warnings: pregnancy, idiots, and I’m not sure what else, timeline doesn’t add up but deal with it

“Thankyou Tong for this opportunity I won’t let you or the team down I promise” you smiled into the face time which Tony nodded at “Well you’ve been an important necessity for this team for a couple of years now so I don’t imagine you wouldn’t” he laughed and you joined him.

“I’ll let you get to it now, I have some many more calls to make” he said as you nodded, thinking to the younger players in the team “I’ll let you get to it” you smiled and ended the face time.

“Was that Tony?” Katrina asked from behind you and you nodded “wants me to play for the next camp, which you in a few months time should be able to play” you cheered as she held her very pregnant stomach.

“It would have been another year if I didn’t have you” she smiled and you playfully rolled your eyes “please I just say here and looked pretty most of the time”.

“Yeah you did” she confirmed and you blushed, you weren’t sure when you started to have feelings for the midfielder, you were actually quite scared of her when you had your first call up for the Matilda’s and then she left to have Harper and you put your hand out to help, you loved the closest after all.

“I do have a question for you actually” Katrina said as she sat next to you on the couch “shoot” you smiled “how come it took you so long to join the Matilda’s, I know for a fact you have been called up many times before you finally joined”

You shrugged your shoulders “I had terrible anxiety in my early 20’s” you admitted “as you know my family weren’t the best at encouraging me after I came out” you said and Katrina nodded.

She knew about your family problems after a night where you maybe had a few too many at your stay at home New Year’s Eve.

“So I never thought I could do our country well enough” you said and Katrina moved her hands from her bump and onto your hands “You were and still are now, Jesus do you remember how the media blew up after your debut” she asked and you shook your head with a smile

“It was a bit funny” you shrunk your fingers “A hatric against Canada” Katrina almost yelled as she squeezed your hands.

“Yeah which you assisted two out of the three times” you said “I know I am pretty good” she said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes “okay now” you laughed and tried to walk away but Katrina pulled you back down again.

You looked down at her with a smile and she was looking up at you with eyes you’ve never seen before “you are amazing y/n” she said and her eyes darted down to your lips as you did to hers.

You couldn’t control yourself, not when she looked so beautiful.

You leaned in slowly before Katrina took the initiative and put her lips on yours.

It wasn’t rushed and it wasn’t crazy, it was nice and lustful but then you remembered and pulled away.

“What?” Katrina asked softly and you dropped your head “I haven’t been honest to you, I was planning to tell you soon but I just haven’t had the chance and-“

“Y/n what is it?” Katrina asked again as she lifted your head up with her fingers “Chelsea has offered me a spot on their team” you admitted and Katrina nodded her head “then take it” she said

“What?” You asked “Chelsea is amazing” Katrina said as she got up “But Chelsea is in London, you’re here”

Katrina looked away “but it’s better for you, I’ll have Harper with me, I’ll be fine” she said as she tried to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, you didn’t hide them well as they started to roll down your cheeks slowly.

“You- you want me to leave?” You asked

“I want you to do what is best for your career and chelsea is that, Melbourne city isn’t doing anything for you, Chelsea will make you a known name, just like Sam” she said and you rolled your eyes “what if I don’t want to go”

Katrina scoffed “then your stupid”

“Am I stupid for wanting to stay here and look after you and Harper?” You asked bitterly “yes” Katrina said, still refusing to look at you “Harper is mine” she stated “always has been you were just near and you decided to help me”

“Okay” you said as you stood up “I’ll go tell Emma” your croak in your voice evident to Katrina that you had been crying “you do that” she said as she wiped her eyes, you stayed still for a moment hoping that Katrina would ask you to stay but she didn’t, she stood still.

“Fine” you whispered before going to your ‘guest room’ that you actually hadn’t slept in for weeks as you slept in Katrina’s bed.

When you left Katrina finally turned around, tears running down her eyes as she kept her hands on her bump.

You packed as Katrina turned on the TV, watching a show that she didn’t care about, she just wanted to look like she wasn’t affected by you leaving.

When you finished, you went into the room “I’m leaving” you stated and she kept her eyes on the TV, scoffing you grabbed the remote and turned it off.

“I was watching that” Katrina complained “I’m staying with my parents, then I’m getting on a plane to London, I’ll stay with Sam and then I’ll get my own place I- I” you stopped “I don’t know why you’re so okay with this!” You yelled “because I care about you!” Katrina shot back

You sniffed as she rose “I care about you and that’s why you need to leave, go to Chelsea become a world known name, you can’t stay here and look after a child, it’s too much of a distraction”

“That is not your decision to make for me” you told her and she stepped forward “trust me y/n, you don’t want this”

Your eyes were watering again “just” you started “just let me kiss you one last time” you whispered and Katrina finally let her tears fall on her face as she stepped closer to you until her faces were inches apart.

She nodded before you grabbed the sides of her face and pushed her towards you, your lips melted together as you both tasted the salt from each others tears

“I love you” you admitted as you left your forehead on hers “you have to go” she said back and you sobbed and nodded “okay”.

When you once met again, it was about a year later against your national game against New Zealand, you were trying out your New players on the pitch and you still couldn’t believe that she had come back to play.

The first thing you noticed when she walked in was the young toddler that she held in her arms, “Harper” you breathed out as the little girl looked at you and pointed.

“Sorry” Katrina laughed before looking at you again “She’s seen some pictures of you before and now she’s finally seeing you in real life”

You had no reaction to the words as you stated at Harper “hey Harps” you smiled and walked closer to her “Katrina watched carefully as she took your emotions in, she saw your eyes and how they started to gloss over.

She was partially to blame of course, she practically kicked you out after you had helped her for 8 out of 9 months of her pregnancy.

“Do you want to hold her?” Katrina softly asked and you nodded “yes please” you said and Katrina smiled sadly “here” she passed her over and you held her perfectly.

Katrina had to stop her eyes from watering as you remembered the ways to hold a child as she remembered you searching it up when she was still pregnant.

Harper seemed to have clung on to you immediately before her snores filled the room.

“She’s gorgeous” you told her “just like her mumma” you smiled and Katrina blushed.

“It was silent again before she spoke up “I’m getting transferred” she piped up “that’s amazing” you smiled and she nodded “where?” You asked “west ham” she said and you tried to hide your happiness at her answer.

“So I’ll finally see you at the wsl” you smirked proudly “yeah I’m excited” she said and you merely nodded.

“I’m excited too”

[alastor-125]

Hayley Marie

[yeeterthek33per]

The Tillies everyone 😫

[ouiouibaguettt]

WOSO masterlist pt1

you can ask a request for those player or the player who are on the two other part of the masterlist

masterlist part 2 - masterlist part 3

danielle van de donk (lyon - netherland)

against the world right? - one shot

ingrid engen (fc barcelona - norway)

not so secret now? - one shot

leah williamson (arsenal - england)

bluey and red - one shot

jana fernandez (fc barcelona - spain)

love beneath the shirt - pt.2

deja vu - one shot

aitana bonmati (fc barcelona - spain)

bienvenido de nuevo - one shot

ellie carpenter (lyon - australia)

yellow - one shot

laura freigang (frankfurt - germany)

sydney lohmann (bayern - germany)

grace clinton (man. united - england)

alessia russo (arsenal - england)

(i take request if you guys want)

[vengeancemoths]

ok. yay! let's talk about jason todd autopsy scars.

WARNING: pretty thorough description of an autopsy ahead. if you don't like cut up bodies this one isn't for you.

prefacing this by saying i am not in any way a field expert in any of this, just a guy with really morbid autism and a pretty objectively concerning collection of nonfiction on the subject. i may be wrong about things! i did not crack open the books for my stupid little tumblr post (this time). people with actual experience feel free to correct me.

if jason had had a thorough autopsy performed on him, he would not come back to life* and also probably bruce wayne would go to jail.

*or at least come back with scars from it. more on that later!

if an autopsy was performed it would have to be by someone who knew about batman because robin's scars are pretty difficult to explain. it would be pretty easy to bypass an official autopsy, jason was blown up, his cause of death is not exactly a mystery.

bruce wayne might be the kind of guy who's so obsessive he needs to know exactly which event actually killed jason (if the crowbar killed him, batman couldn't have gotten there in time. if the smoke killed him....). but maybe he also wouldn't want to know for the same reason.

the most important thing is that we know jason had massive head trauma. if you were trying to figure out which of the many terrible things that happened to him was the one that killed him, you'd want to take a look at the brain.

and guys, i don't know if you know this, but the brain only holds its shape because it's inside your skull. the human brain is the consistency of silken tofu. once it's out of your head, it's not going back in.

this is inconvenient for coroners, so they'll probably spend several days soaking jason's brain in a chemical concoction designed to make it firm up. once they do that, it's time to dissect it.

but the fun doesn't end there! once they're done, if they don't just dispose of the brain separately, they're still not going to go through the trouble if wrangling it back into jason's cranium (now open on top, like an egg cup). it goes in the organ bag!

did i forget to mention the organ bag? look, they're not going to put all of his wet organs back into his chest cavity. he's already rapidly decaying. if bruce wayne gets his son back and he's leaking there'll be hell to pay.

so all the organs, which at this point have also been cut into little pieces to study, get jumbled together in a plastic bag. that they do stick back into the kind of gaping hole that the organs vacated. then they stick the ribs back in place (they were sawed off, at the beginning, to gain entry to the organs).

and honestly? without the brain in the mix i can almost believe it. i guess if jason had a really shitty autopsy courtesy of gotham's overcrowded underfunded mortuary? i mean more people who write jason resurrection fic should have to think about the organ bag, and what happens to it. would it just sort of glorp out of him while his organs wiggle themselves back into place? one day i will write my funeral industry accurate jason todd resurrection fic and it will make everyone sad and uncomfortable.

but i guess my thesis statement is that i think it would be really hard to come back to life if your brain was in 7-14 pieces inside a plastic bag where your stomach used to be.

the most likely way for the resurrection to work, in that case, would be to restore his body to its state directly before death, which does unfortunately predate his autopsy.

so what this post is saying is that jason probably wouldn't have had an autopsy, but even if he did, he wouldn't have the scars to show for it.

now, the idea that they're vivisection scars and ra's al ghul was poking around in there? i like that a lot

[retrocesosdestacion]

☝️🤓 actually

[daisyswift3]

Castles Crumbling 💍👻

I think the castle is going to crumble today at the Chiefs game (which btw is at the LA Sofi Stadium, what an interesting coincidence)

“Coffee at midnight” -> “That’s that me ESPRESSO” -> Sabrina’s Short n Sweet -> Olivia’s SOUR -> Julia Cooper’s SWEET N SOUR (which I think uses the cardigan metaphor to describe Taylor’s duality; Taylor the brand vs Taylor the person) -> Sabrina's Taste (sweet and sour are flavors) -> the secret menu in the 5th 🎃 message (which is abt the mass coming out movement) -> the Short n Sweet Cafe in NYC being from Sept 27-29 -> Sept 27 being World’s Biggest Coffee Morning -> Sept 29 being when the castle will crumble -> the Short n Sweet cafe being 1989 moonstone blue 🩵 -> “Some guy said my aura’s moonstone” -> Bejeweled mv ending scene where Taylor’s castle crumbles -> Chappell’s Coffee and My Kink Is Karma -> Taylor mysteriously going missing while Chappell burned down the castle at the VMAs -> Hayley Williams, who collabed w Taylor on Castles Crumbling, wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress that looks very similar to Taylor’s yellow dress in Bejeweled -> “The best ppl in life are free” -> Clean/Is It Over Now? -> Karlie and Hayley Williams both being in Paris this last week -> Young Woman and the Sea being abt a woman who competed at the 1924 Paris Olympics and shattered glass ceilings (ginger messages) -> The Paris Olympics opening ceremony which featured a headless Marie Antoinette in a castle that looks like it's burning bc of all the pyrotechnics -> Taylor dressing as Marie Antoinette in Bejeweled bc her fans are abt to figuratively behead her for rejecting Travis's proposal at the game today

(x)