#i guess???? just gonna tag it just in case

[quarterlifekitty]

Read buttermilk today and now @ceilidho got me on that babysitter grindset… but what if I freaked it up a little.

cw: age gap (reader is around 21 and Soap is like 29ish), something sorta flirting with/on the edge of fauxcest due to a sibling-like bond, so I’m gonna tag it as such just in case.

Before Johnny enlisted, he’d only ever had one paying job.

Taking care of you.

About eight years your senior, your mom decided to go back to working when you were around 4 and he was on the cusp of 13. And for 5 years (an eternity to a kid like you) he was your best friend in the world. Would get out of school, walk to the elementary school to get you, bring you home, and hang out until whenever your parents got off of work.

And the boy was devoted. Didn’t mind that he had to put off hanging with his friends till the weekend. Didn’t mind making your snacks or watching silly kids movies. Didn’t mind when you asked him to play pretend veterinarian with you, and he had to lay down and act like a really sick horse. And you loved him.

The first time your parents took you on a vacation and you realized he wouldn’t be there? You were so mad. As mad as a 4 year old can be.

You’re embarrassed when you cry at the news that he’s enlisting— at age 10 you’re not supposed to cry anymore, you’re a big girl. He hugs you so tight, early in the morning before he has to go.

His folks move during his first tour. There isn’t an anchor to bring him back to you for a very long time. Over a decade, as it turns out.

He’s getting ready to go on leave when he gets a call��� his mum buzzing with some kind of gossip as usual.

“You’ll never guess who I saw down at Sainsbury’s—“

Your university happens to be in the town his family moved to. He has his own place now of course, but he likes to keep close to them.

His first night back and his mum is beside herself— trying to get the place nice, because you’re joining them for dinner. Johnny never even considers that when you come to the door, you’re not the little girl he left tearing up on her parents porch.

He has to remember to close his mouth at the sight of you. His dad offers you a beer for fuck’s sake. He’s amazed at how much has changed— but also, how much is the same. The curve of your nose, and bubble of your laughter, the way your eyes widen with interest.

You happen to be on break right now. So of course, he ends up unwittingly spending all of his leave with you. You were always a funny kid— you’re a lot funnier now that you can swear. And you were always cute but now you’re so… pretty.

And he is not a fucking fan of the kind of attention it gets you. The way guys look at you when you’re sitting alone, waiting for him at a coffee shop. How your phone goes off at least once every 20 minutes, and it’s almost always ‘this guy from your class’. He tells himself that it’s just because he was responsible for you for so long— that he’s just having trouble shaking that off. He just remembers when you were so innocent— he doesn’t wanna see you get chewed up and spit out by college boys.

And he keeps finding himself falling into old patterns. Making you stay still so he can wipe your mouth after having a bit of a messy danish. Holding your hand tight when you’re in a busy place, crossing any streets. Having you tell him what you want so he can order things for you. Picking you up so he can hear you giggle and tell him to put you down.

He tells himself that when he touches himself later that it’s just because being away for work has left him touch starved and sensitive. It’s only natural to get turned on by a pretty girl who leans into him… especially when you get along so famously.

(Even though he remembers playing I spy while he held your hand and walked you home from school, your little backpack slung over his shoulder, even though he had his own to carry. )

Before he knows it, it’s his last night at home, ending it off with another of his mum’s dinners. At the table you casually mention the graduate schools you’re thinking of going to— some close by, some not. He almost chokes when you mention that there’s a really nice school in Canada you were considering.

That’s when he knows he’s fucked. Because he doesn’t think of that as you getting on with your life. Of a girl getting her education. He thinks of that as losing you, and after the bliss of the past couple of weeks he’s had with you, he’s not sure he’ll take being separated from you nearly as long as he did the last time. Not to mention all of the guys at your school trying to get their hands on you.

So he’s gonna have to find a way to get you too invested to travel far. And figure out how to protect you from those assholes when he’s not around.

Making you a part of his family and putting his ring on your finger should be enough, right?

[seastarblue]

Incorrect Quotes Tag!

thanks for the tag, @ominous-feychild !

Rules are to use this generator with your characters!

Last time I did the cast of AGGTRH, so today… Interwoven!

Very Long so under the cut!

———

Kaiden: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.  Felix: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

~~~

Li Hua: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

~~~

Harper, watching Noha: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Noha, so demure…  Harper: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?  Noha: *screaming*

~~~

Felix: This is a safety pin.  *cuts off end*  Felix: It is now a danger pin.

~~~

Evangeline: But that place is haunted.  Noha: Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident!  Evangeline, marching into the haunted house I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

~~~

Kaiden: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?  Harper: wHat?  Kaiden: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.  Harper: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

~~~

Felix: Guess what number I’m thinking of.  Mehri: 420?  Felix: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.  Li Hua: 69.  Felix: Yeah it was 69.

~~~

Mehri, texting Harper: Harper there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?  Mehri: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry  Mehri: Harper  Mehri: Harper  Harper: Harper is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

~~~

Kaiden, explaining why they are not allowed to cook: I put the noodles in the pot and put the pot on the stove and turned the burner on high. Turns out you don't put noodles in marijuana and I almost burnt the whole house down.

~~~

Kaiden: Hold the fuck up.  Felix: Excuse me?  Kaiden: I said hold the fuck up.  Felix: Kaiden: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

~~~ Kaiden, shakily: Please, just tell me what the book is about. The plot, please.  Lloyd, reading an annotation on the cover of a book, unfazed: A subversive masterpiece. A deep and touching story. New York Times Bestseller.  Lloyd, now looking directly at Kaiden: Go fuck yourself.

~~~

Harper: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*  Harper: Oh my god, is this expired?  Harper: *Takes another sip of milk*

~~~

Lloyd: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

~~~

Kaiden: *casually taking four stairs at a time*  Evangeline, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

~~~

Lloyd: You’re alive.  Kaiden: No need to sound so disappointed.

~~~

Aleksi: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it.  Noha: Aleksi, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with Felix?

~~~

Li Hua: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

———

no comment these are all canon 😌

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[minasnorma]

"You did your worst, you tried your best, now it's time to rest."

This is my very first oil painting! I'm quite glad with the result. It was based on a Red Dead Redemption 2 screenshot I took (iykyk 💔), hope y'all like it!

[macabresymphonies]

His inherent bitchiness and autistic swag is coming through even in Javascript, I'm crying

[itscherryterry-again]

rare and sweet as cherry wine

[royaltea000]

Rebirth

[weekend-whip]

13 Years of Ninjago (and 3 Years of Legacyverse) and Now Here We Are!

[benjaminthecoathanger]

okay, because i saw a poll earlier and i thought the choices weren't clear enough and also the answers i saw to it annoyed me and also i'm curious:

NOTES:

I am including having watched gameplay of a game and not having played it as having watched the source material

In this context if you are writing fic/making art and you are not being commissioned to do so. This is purely for funsies

You getting into something because you saw a post/gifset/video about it and then watched the source material does not count. That's just how you get into new things.

Goncharov does not count because it's not real. I'll break kayfabe here I don't care.

[egophiliac]

I always though Mal's mom was meant to be like "Eleanor" but they stuck an M at the start honestly, Sobbing Emoji. But "Maleanor" also makes me feel less insane since in that scene where she's just handed egg Malleus to Lilia and went to battle, it sounds more like Lilia is saying "Maleanor" than "Meleanor" (Japanese accent pending). Mayhaps they went more with what it sounded like the characters were saying :0 (we don't talk about Doodle Suit to Paint The Roses)

the transliteration of her name is Marenoa (マレノア), which is what all the voice lines are saying! all the Draconias' names start with マレ (Malleus' grandma is Maleficia/マレフィシア) as a nod to Maleficent. :D it's almost certainly a take on Eleanor, which is Erenoa (エレノア), but her name is written in English at a couple points, and I was pretty surprised to see it was Mel instead of Mal!

and, like, that's fine, it wouldn't be first Twst romanization that's tripped me up (like Keito for Cater, I know that's something to do with the loanword specific to playing cards(?) but it's just not how my brain wants to read it). but now Eng has given us Maleanor! and someone else said it was spelled inconsistently between Maleanor and Maeleanor??????? so WHO KNOWS it's a SPELLING FREE-FOR-ALL

I AM torn on which I want to use, because Mel just sounds so cute to me (and is what I'm used to now), but...the Mal consistency is kinda too good to pass up. alas, alas, truly these are the most difficult conundrums of our times. 😔

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[angermango]

"Oh, I know very well. How the puzzles beckon so sweetly...

As expected of you, Layton.

Only an honest death will cure you now."

...

expanding on that Lady Maria vibe for Descole from the first Laytonborne post, and that famous boss intro.

Descole would make a hellish boss fight, i know it. i mean have you SEEN how he moved during Eternal Diva and with that big ass sword? now imagine that with Soulsborne-scale strength and possible other additional powers.

plus his theme could be pretty easily adapted into a Bloodborne boss style piece I think, just add more orchestra heavy brass and cellos and some ominous Latin chanting choir and presto. that organ goes so hard too.

[crystallizsch]

Reindeers are better than people~

so uh extremely rough sketch of that twst sven---

[watcheraurora]

Let Me, This Time

I have hurt myself with this idea for too long. It was inspired by ezzrrin's "Traitor" animatic. Go watch it if you want to watch Sad Block People set to a song I listened to like 60 times in a row afterward and got passive-aggressive popups from Spotify about it 2.5k words

I had a bet with @infernafiresword that I could make this under 5,000 words and still have some sort of emotional impact... I... succeeded on the word count... whether I succeeded on the emotional impact is up to reader response XD

—

Jimmy's eyes snapped open, but it made no difference. He was surrounded by darkness. Void. Floating weightless.

No. Not floating.

Falling!

He shouted in alarm and flipped over so he was looking down wherever he was falling and spread his—

Wait.

Where were his wings?

He looked over his shoulder.

He was still in his superhero jumper. With the S on the front. Not the loose blue collared shirt and the white T-shirt under it. And no wings protruding from his back. No slits in the jumper to allow them through.

He looked back down toward where he was falling.

"What's happening?!" he shouted.

He couldn't see anything but void. He couldn't see if he was going to hit anything. If there even was anything to hit.

"TiiiiiIIIIIMMMMM!" The cry crescendoed.

Wham!

Something solid smashed into him and he went tumbling, screaming and scrambling against whatever had hit him.

"Stop it! It's me!" Grian's voice snapped.

"Grian?! What are you doing?!"

"Saving you, idiot!"

"From what?"

"No time to explain! Just hold my hand!"

They leveled out, no longer tumbling rear-over-teakettle through some gravity well. Just floating, weightless, in the nothingness.

"Wait—how come you still have your wings?" Jimmy demanded. "Where have mine gone?"

"They were temporary. Granted to you while you served their purpose. While you bore their curse. Out here, the curse can't hold on as easily."

"Who is they?!"

Grian's face sobered up. "You know exactly who they are."

"Excuse me? I do not!" Jimmy declared stubbornly.

Grian's eyes—huge and black—flickered. A purplish glimmer revealing square pupils. He swallowed and closed his eyes.

Something formed over his face. Black silk—with a purple symbol emblazoned in the center.

A broken Nether portal.

Jimmy's throat closed up and his chest tightened like a giant had him in its fist.

As quickly as he saw the mask over Grian's eyes, it was gone.

"The Watchers?" he breathed.

His own mask, burnt in a cave on a brand-new world, Martyn shouting for him to hurry up after his had gone up in smoke...

"Yes! They're behind all of this. These death games—the gimmicks. You never escaped them! They let you leave Evo—they let you think you got away! They bided their time!" Grian exclaimed.

"Well what about you, then?" Jimmy demanded. "You escaped!"

"They took me, Jimmy!" Grian spat, angry and bitter.

Jimmy blinked. "Wh... what?"

Grian's wings flared—and Jimmy finally processed them. They weren't the scarlet macaw wings he'd grown used to seeing, bound to Grian's back during the death games.

They were black, and they glinted purple in the void.

And they were much larger than Jimmy remembered.

Grian's body flickered. Instead of a red jumper and grey trousers, he was clad in a long, flowing black robe. His hands were as black as the void, fading back to fair at the wrists—

He was back as he'd always been. "Now hold my hand," Grian snapped.

Jimmy took it without arguing. "What was that?"

"They took me. After the dragon fight. They told you, after you beat your dragon fight. That they were taking me to be one of them. By the looks of things, they took those memories when they deposited you here."

"One of them? You mean you're a—"

"A Watcher? Yeah. But a converted one. Which makes me... different. It's complicated. Now shut your eyes."

"But—"

"Tim. Unless you want to vomit, I'd recommend shutting your mouth."

Jimmy's teeth clicked shut.

"Eyes too."

He closed his eyes.

With a ssstrrreeetch and a snap! of gravity, Jimmy was blinded by sunlight.

His mouth was already closed, but he felt like he might vomit anyway. He retched and dry heaved for a moment. "Yeah there's nothing in your stomach," Grian remarked blandly. "All better?"

Still lightheaded and not better, Jimmy nodded anyway.

"Sit with your head between your knees and breathe while I fetch everyone else."

Jimmy didn't argue as Grian vanished. Just followed instructions.

Slowly, the other members of the server appeared around him with Grian, in various states of warp-sickness. Joel disappeared around a mound for five minutes. Etho was completely unbothered, despite Bdubs hanging off his shoulder, looking green. Scott swayed on his feet but maintained his composure. Scar flopped face-first onto the grass immediately. Pearl seemed relatively normal, quietly talking Cleo through the worst of the nausea.

Tango collapsed to his hands and knees, breathing hard. He caught sight of Jimmy and crawled over before resting the back of his thighs on his heels, still folded over. "Hey," he greeted raspily.

"Hi," Jimmy replied.

Martyn appeared last, red in the face and arguing with Grian. "—what about Netty, then?!"

"I can't find her!" Grian spat back. "I've been looking! She must be in a game right now, not the void!"

"Boys!" Lizzie snapped, her usually-sweet voice going hard and catching everyone's attention. Poking out of harsh tears in the back of her shirt were a pair of ragged, half-formed yellow wings. Too short and sparse of feathers to actually let her fly. "Stow it! Grian, what's going on?"

"I'm trying to get you all away from extra-dimensional, eldritch beings called Watchers."

Martyn's red face went pale just hearing the name, even though he obviously already knew what was happening.

Tango's warm hand rested around Jimmy's wrist. "You okay, buddy?" he asked.

"I..."

"You know what he's talking about?"

"I do, yeah. I never told you about Evo much, did I?"

"No."

"It's a long story. But the Watchers were there. They... we thought we got away." He looked over at BigB, who was wide-eyed and holding onto Pearl's wrist. She had his arm in her other hand. "We thought we escaped them. We... we didn't, apparently."

"What's the big deal?" Tango asked.

Grian's eyes snapped to him. "Watchers feed on misery, hatred, anger—the worst of mortal emotions. And—"

"And death," Martyn added. "The lifeforce a player gives off when they die. It's why they made the games. The gimmicks. So we'd kill each other and hate each other. So they can eat. Feast, even. We're a farm to them." His tone was disgusted and bitter—livid beyond reason.

Jimmy met Grian's eyes, asking a question without saying anything. Something he could only do after years of knowing him. Do you?

Yeah. Grian twitched his brows. Try not to. But yeah.

"So what's the plan?" Impulse asked.

"Let's take 'em!" Skizz exclaimed.

"We can't," Grian said. "They're too powerful. They'd just throw us back in the void. The best we can do is really get away from them now that we're out of their Sight."

"How are we?" Martyn challenged. "They can See everything."

"Don't be stupid. Of course they can't. Not everything. We're at the furthest edge of the universe I could find. We're too far away. They have a range. As long as we stay out of it, we're safe," Grian said. He turned back to everyone else. "We split up. Run to other worlds. We keep moving. Assume nowhere is safe. There are only a few Watchers compared to how many of us there are. Hide in crowds if you can. Hub worlds, mini-game worlds. That sort of thing. Whitelists and firewalls don't stop them. They slip right through the code. For those of you that are codeshifters, don't assume taking a new form will keep you safe from their Eyes. Don't anyone assume that setting your spawn somewhere will last. One death, you end up back in the void. Back in their games. Maybe you won't, but assume you will. Stay alive at all costs. This is ultra hardcore, now. Creative mode in worlds that allow it won't save you. Be safe."

Tango's hand on Jimmy's wrist tightened.

Grian's wings flared and a ripple of purple power burst out of him, swamping everyone in particles. Jimmy coughed and spluttered on them. His free hand scraped at his tongue, trying to get the taste of grapefruit(?) off.

He heard his friends crying out, shouting—Martyn and Skizz swore in almost eerie unison—

—

Jimmy blinked.

A mini-game towered over him, way up into the sky, casting its shadow on the ground.

"That was quite the light show. I think Grian's been holding out on us!" a voice said, almost too cheerful.

Jimmy looked down.

Tango was still folded up, but slowly straightening. When he released Jimmy, purple magic particles drifted down from where they'd been touching. Tango's red eyes tracked a particle that drifted down. "We probably weren't supposed to end up in the same place," he remarked. "But I'm glad we did."

"Yeah... me too." Jimmy peered around. "Public mini-game world."

"Seems like it." Tango looked around too, climbing to his feet. "Oh hey. There's a Bedwars arena! Xisuma invented that game! You met Xisuma, right?"

Xisuma. A codeshifter, a voidwalker—and also Hermitcraft's Admin. "Once or twice," he said. "I think I knew he invented Bedwars." He wasn't entirely sure, but that sounded familiar. He stood himself. "We should keep moving."

"Right, right," Tango said. He extended a hand. "Stick together? I'd hate to lose my Rancher in the chaos."

Jimmy nodded and took Tango's hand. "Hold on tight."

They headed for the hangout hub of the mini-game world, following magenta glazed terracotta arrows in the ground and signs.

"What happened to your wings?" Tango asked.

"I'm not the canary anymore," Jimmy said. "I guess. Grian said something about the curse's grip being weaker in the void."

"Weird. I thought those kind of code changes were permanent."

"Me too. Apparently not."

"I mean... Grian did say eldritch. They could be powerful enough for things like that," Tango mused. "But adjusting player codes without them already being fluid codeshifters... I've looked into the Source Code a little. That kind of mod requires a lot more computing power than most of us keep with us." He started muttering under his breath about coding that meant nothing to Jimmy.

Then slowed down. Both his muttering and his feet.

"Hey. Tell me about Evo."

Jimmy did, spending the rest of the walk detailing his memories.

—

Several weeks passed. Jimmy and Tango found out, from hopping to busy public worlds and bumping into the other Lifers, that they were the only ones who stuck together. Cleo even actively encouraged them to go their separate ways, for their safety. Tango and Jimmy thanked them for the advice, but ultimately chose not to heed it.

They tried to stay positive. To be energetic. To encourage one another.

But, after a few weeks, they got tired. They wore themselves out with the running.

They paused on a public world and wandered what must have been thousands of blocks away from spawn. While they moved, they got some wool and wood for beds. Jimmy went about making beds and finding some food while Tango constructed a small shelter to keep them safe from mobs at night. Nothing fancy but more than a dirt hut. It was a plank hut.

The thing about players was that they didn't get sleepy. They could grow fatigued from exertion, but never really wanted to sleep the way villagers did. Sleeping was purely a choice.

But Jimmy and Tango started feeling like they needed some sleep. Running, running, running with no stopping left them exhausted.

Jimmy placed down the beds in the hut. The sun was going down.

"Ready for some sleep?" he asked.

Tango nodded. "Ready."

"Should we keep watch? Trade off?"

"Honestly, I think if we did, we'd fall asleep while on watch. We're thousands of blocks away. We might have time to just sleep a whole night through."

Jimmy nodded. "Okay."

They burrowed down under the covers. The fire in Tango's hair flickered out and he was asleep before his head touched the pillow. Jimmy shuffled around for a bit longer, looking for a new comfortable sleeping position now that the weight of his wings were gone.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook him and he dropped off too.

—

BWMMMMM!

Jimmy sat bolt upright. "Tango!" he exclaimed.

Tango roused slowly. "Hmm?"

"We have to go—now!" He hurled himself out of bed and yanked on his sneakers, the only things he'd taken off to sleep.

"Wh... why? What's the prob—"

BWMMMMM!

Tango sat up. "What was that?"

"Watchers. Moving fast. The only reason we can hear them is because we've been near them for the Games."

Tango launched out of bed and shoved his feet into his boots. "Let's go!" He broke the beds and put them both in his inventory, his axe appearing in his free hand. "Come on."

Jimmy took his outstretched hand and together they ran out of the plank hut. He put his sword in his hand, to match Tango's axe.

"What do we do?" Jimmy asked in a panic. "We need to world-hop."

Tango swallowed. "We can't world-hop this far from spawn," he said. "We have to get closer."

"If we turn around, we're just going to cross the Watchers' path faster!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"I know," Tango ground out around a clenched jaw. He looked over his shoulder at the night sky. Mobs were spawning and they were starting to run into them, dodging zombies and ducking skeleton arrows. "We have to go in... we have to go in one huge circle. Keep them behind us until we can get close enough to spawn to hop somewhere else."

Jimmy started to breathe hard. Not just from the running. "Tango... Tango, we're not gonna outpace them."

The night sky was getting brighter at an alarming rate. But the light was purple and it wasn't the dawn. It was the building light of something getting closer. The Watchers on the move.

"How can we?" Jimmy continued, despair lacing his tone. "We're on foot and we're Players. We can't dodge mobs and Watchers at the same time. We'll never make it to spawn in time! This is doomed. We're gonna—"

Tango yanked them both to a stop under a thick canopy of leaves.

“Jimmy. You have to kill me.” His red eyes burned as they stared Jimmy down, squeezing his hand.

“What? Tango, no! Why?”

Tango looked through the leaves toward the purple light. “Because the energy I’ll give off as I die will sic the Watchers on me. My death will give you time to run. To get off-world.”

Jimmy's warm hazel-brown eyes were wide. “No!”

Tango swallowed. They didn't have time to argue.

“Let me be the canary this time, Jim.”

He stowed his axe in his inventory and grabbed Jimmy’s wrist. Of the hand Jimmy was holding his sword with.

Tango plunged Jimmy's sword into his own gut.

“TANGO, NO!”

Tango was slain by SolidarityGaming

His body collapsed. Jimmy took off running.

Grian said one death would put them back in the Watchers' void between Death Games. There was no hope of finding Tango back at spawn.

Through his tears, Jimmy kept running.

Let me be the canary this time, Jim. Tango's words followed him through the woods.

[emilnikos]

I was a victim of magic Apollo catching my breath as I bled on the ground.

[paci-transformers]

I don't think I've seen it pointed out anywhere, but...

There's these panels in MTMTE #35:

Are you sure about that, Perceptor...?

Some panels from LL #1 and #3 prove you wrong.

Not only was Rodimus actually right, Perceptor was actually wrong.

Which is apparently not the first time, according to this from MTMTE #38.

Physics kinda screwed up a little, maybe, but it was also mainly Perceptor.

Again. (MTMTE #38)

[autisticjoshrusso]

i AM kind of shocked that lfj wasnt fired tho. i was fully expecting them to like phone in the rest of the relationship or something like greys anatomy style where they show the texts and such to keep characters "around" in the plot after the actors leave. like i was definitely surprised to actually see his face there.