#imagine i used a peace sign at the end of that sentence i cant find the emojis on this new keyboard its killing me

[ironmanstan]

free. in my zone. living my life. zooming

[hail-andfarewell]

okay so here’s a dancing Magnus fic inspired by the Our Loft in Brooklyn chat over at discord. we were playing some awesome tunes and this song came up, and @seri-raven-123 came up with a prompt and i volunteered to make it. here it is, love! i tweaked it a bit but i hope it’s not that bad <3 also, hope my fam over at that chat likes it as well xxx original prompt from the chat: okay I just imagined Mags dancing in an unbuttoned white shirt and underwear dancing to this song. Bare faced and messy hair with no clients and Alec walks in and he realizes just how in love he is GUYS I CANT FUCK

The comforting purr of the borough quietly filled Magnus’s home. The lights surrounding the loft were dimly lit��giving that cozy and welcoming vibe to the place. The whole thing was in a picture-perfect state. However, the calm surrounding was interrupted by the force of a portal opening near Magnus’s study. Not long after, Magnus came out from the portal with a quick and graceful step.

“Home sweet home,” he murmured to himself, as his feet landed smoothly on the floor. 

He immediately took off his deep blue rhinestone-covered coat and lazily placed it on top of a nearby chair. As he walked towards his living room, he looked around his place and listened for any signs of his boyfriend being there, but he was met with peaceful stillness.

“Alexander?” Magnus called out, but the silence that followed told him that he came home to an empty loft.

Of course, he’s not yet home. He’s probably still working on that mission, he thought as he strolled towards the little table near the window and grabbed the half full bottle of red wine. After he poured himself a considerate amount on his wine glass, he moved along towards his favorite spot on the balcony.

The sound of the Brooklyn streets hummed peacefully outside of Magnus’s home. Down below, the streets were filled with people chatting and laughing as they made their way home from a long and tiring day. From time to time, the sound of cars passing by and dogs barking would disrupt the familiar buzz. Looking out from the balcony, the scene that laid out was utterly breathtaking. The illuminated apartment buildings around the area blinked one by one as more people go in and out. Looking farther away, the sight of the Lower Manhattan skyline gleamed brightly like a well-shined diamond on display.

Magnus breathed it all in, and he smiled to himself despite the fact that he was exhausted from meeting different clients and the other Downworlder leaders the whole day. He took a sip of his wine and made himself comfortable on the couch at the left side of the balcony.

As he settled down, he thought back on the times he and Alec spent some nights talking and drinking wine on that very spot. He chuckled to himself when he thought of how Alec would usually cut him off mid-sentence by kissing him, and how much he loved the feeling of Alec's warm, soft lips on his own. As he thought more of it, he could almost feel Alec’s hand moving from his cheek to his neck, then down to his chest. Soon after, it would find its way to his waist, then on his thigh…

He bit his lower lip at the thought. That just made him miss Alec more. 

With a sighed, he sipped some more wine and closed his eyes. With a snap of his fingers, music started playing softly from the living room.

When he heard the familiar melody of the song, he instantly opened his eyes in shock. Nevertheless, he recovered quickly, and a huge smile spread slowly across his lips. He instantly forgot about how exhausted he was as soon as the song played. He couldn’t help but laugh at the recognizable groovy tune, and he found himself gently shaking his hips in his place on the couch. With a mischievous grin on his wine-stained lips, he placed his glass down on the nearby table and stood up from his seat.   

He immediately glided gracefully back towards his living room, and his eyes were shining brightly with excitement. Memories of disco balls, sweaty bodies, and bell-bottom trousers suddenly flooded his mind, and he shook his head in laughter as he swayed to the beat of the song.

With a flourish of his hand, the furniture around the living room shifted and made a space in the middle that was perfect for dancing. Along with another swish of his hand, his slightly smudged make-up was washed off at once from his tired face. He smiled as he felt the rush of magic through his veins, and he let a few sparks fly as he gestured for the music player to turn the sound up on its highest level.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man; no time to talk Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born

The music of the Bee Gees flowed around the room, and he bobbed his head to the hip beat. He started to sing along to the song, and he swayed his hips eagerly to the fabulous lyrics. His hands unconsciously found themselves on the top button of his shirt, and he yanked them open as he smoothly moved around the room. One by one, the buttons of his shirt were tugged open until there was no other left.

And now it's all right, that's okay, And you may look the other way We can try, to understand The New York Times' effect on man

His bare chest shined as the light hit it with every move he made, and sparks were flying out of his fingertips as he ran them through his perfectly styled hair. As he heard the chorus start, he instantly jumped on top of the couch in an almost comical way, and he started singing the chorus loudly while moving his arms around and aggressively swaying his hips in an almost seductive way.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking, people Stayin' alive, stayin’ alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh Ohh, we'll get low

His hands moved down the length of his torso as he did an enticing body roll. He stopped them on top of his belt, which he forcefully jerked open. He squeezed out of his tight black pants while syncing his movement with the music. When his trousers were discarded, he threw it unceremoniously to the other side of the room as he continued dancing.

Well now, I get low and I get high And if I can't get either, I really try Got the wings of heaven on my shoes I'm a dancing man, and I just can't lose You know it's alright, it's OK I'll live to see another day We can try, to understand The New York Times' effect on man

He hopped out of the couch, and moved his shoulders back and forth in an impressive shimmy as he stepped towards his mini table where he left the half full bottle of red wine earlier. He looked at it and grinned widely as an idea struck him. He grasped the bottle in his hand and imagined it to be a microphone as he sang with it rather vigorously.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking, people Stayin' alive, stayin’ alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh

Without thinking much of it, he drank straight from the bottle and chugged the remaining wine down in one go. Afterwards, he swung lazily at his spot and he laughed loudly at how ridiculous he must’ve been, dancing and singing along to one of those songs. He looked down at himself and snorted so loudly at how he came to be in only his unbuttoned shirt and boxer briefs. 

“Can’t deny the power of the Bee Gees,” he muttered to himself, amused. He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair, which messed it up in a beautiful and relaxed way. He sighed, looking down at the bottle on his hand as the music kept playing loudly at the background. “Why am I such a sucker for disco music?”

He shook his head as he shuffled back to the table and set the bottle down. As the music died down, he glanced up to see the view of his balcony again, and he sighed sadly as he realized that it was getting really late and his Alexander isn’t home yet. He turned his attention to his side and saw his pants lying on the far end of the room. He was about to go and pick it up when he heard a light thud near his study area.   

He froze, and his face turned a bright red when he heard someone cough loudly, demanding his attention.

“Why’d you stop dancing?”

Magnus’s eyes widen at that, and he turned around so fucking fast that he almost strained his neck. There, leaning by the doors separating the living room and his study, was his Alexander. The marvelous sight that laid before him made him feel both relieved and embarrassed, but he couldn’t really speak out on it as he was surprised to be caught like this. 

“I—uh, how long were you standing there, watching?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in confusion.

He watched as a huge grinned appeared on Alec’s lips, and his boyfriend shrugged. “I’ve been standing here for a while. I’d say… give or take, a few minutes?”

Magnus looked horrified at first, but his expression soften when Alec started laughing softly, his shoulders bouncing with every chuckle. A moment later, Alec couldn’t take it anymore and he laughed so hard and loud. Magnus, in turn, couldn’t help but chime in. Their sweet laughter drowned out the music in the background and filled the entire loft.

When they finally calmed down, Alec stared lovingly at his amazing boyfriend, and he took in every single detail that he could get. His eyes started to roam around, starting from Magnus’s strong bare thighs, going all the way up to his beautiful face. When he looked up, his hungry eyes met Magnus’s eager ones, and he smirked at his boyfriend in a teasing way as he started to move towards him.

Magnus beamed back, and he stretched his arms out as soon as Alec was within his reach. He promptly grabbed hold of his boyfriend's jacket and pulled him closer, and Alec’s hands found its way to Magnus’s biceps. Their faces were just a few inches apart, and they could feel each other’s breath as they intensely gazed at each other’s eyes. 

Alec looked down and up again, giving Magnus a meaningful look. “I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

“I used to dance a lot during the good old days,” Magnus said, his hand tugging and playing with Alec’s jacket. Then, he wrapped his arm around Alec's waist and smiled as he remembered a few good memories. “I love 70’s music so much.”

“Well, it’s very obvious from your choice of music,” Alec teased, gently cupping Magnus’s face between his hands. He leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips. The kiss was slow and steady, both of them taking their time to feel each other’s warmth. Their lips moved in sync, just like how a dancer’s movement are in tune with the music playing in the background.

When they pulled apart, they shared a heavy, breathy chuckle. Alec sneaked in a quick kiss on the tip of Magnus’s nose, which immediately scrunched up at the touch.

“Can you teach me how to dance?” Alec asked, a little bit breathless. He casually rested his forehead on Magnus’s, and he lazily closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he smiled at the way his boyfriend’s eyes lit up with the idea. “But I was thinking more of a slow type of dance.”

“Of course, Alexander. I would love to teach you,” Magnus whispered, his hands gripping on his boyfriend’s waist. He snapped his finger and the song on the music player changed into a slow one—something sweet and relax. He gently guided Alec as he swayed both of them on the spot.

Alec hummed along to the song, then he leaned down and nuzzled his face to Magnus’s shoulder. He hugged him tightly, pressing their bodies as close as they possible can.

“I missed you. It feels great to be back home.”

Magnus smiled at the word home, and he pressed a quick kiss on the exhausted shadowhunter’s temple as he whispered, “I missed you too, Alexander.”

[crushingonrazz]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Hey, who’s up for some CherryBerry fluff mixed with some dumbass pranks? I know I am!!! 

"Will ya marry me?" Blue looked down at Red, who was down on one knee directly in front of him, holding out a cherry-flavored ring pop. Blue was trying very, very hard not to roll his eyes. This had become a bit of a popular event lately. One night about a month prior, Comic, Red, and Stretch had decided to get drunk at the Grillbys in Undertale and then come over to Underswap, dragging a spluttering, sober Fell with them. They all sat down and the three drunk idiots traded puns while Blue and Fell attempted to keep the peace and separate them from each other long enough to distract them into going home and sleeping it off. Sometime during this process, Comic had been leaned very heavily against Blue as he attempted to support his swaying form into the next room. "Y'know, Blueberry" he had slurred. "You'd make a very good husband. You're just too sweet" Blue had smiled at him and continued on their way without responding. He'd long since learned that responding just encouraged their antics. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop anyone else from responding. "Holy hell, Comic, you're right!" came a drunken yell from the direction of the kitchen. It sounded like Stretch had his mouth full, which wasn't very surprising since Stretch always seemed to get hungrier when he was wasted. "Blue would be the perfect husband! He's like..." Stretch's voice stopped for a moment, seeming to be searching out the right words "a cook! And he's all nice and shit, and you'd never have to clean the house because Blue just does it!" Blue rolled his eyes at that. Stretch was living in a dream world if he thought Blue would marry anyone who-- "Hey-hey Blue" Comic seemed to be trying to get away from him, so Blue let him go, though he kept his arms stretched out so he could catch the slightly bigger skeleton if needed. Sure enough, he started to immediately sink to the floor, but Blue's attempts to help him stand were waved off impatiently. Comic seemed to be having more trouble balancing than usual, so he settled on an awkward half-kneeling pose that almost resembled the scene that Blue had seen on TV many times. "We should get married, Blueberry. Marry me? Please?" Sans said, accompanying it with what he probably thought was a charming grin but was, in actuality, more of a half-dead grimace. Blue grinned at his friend's antics and held out a hand to help him back up. "I'll have to think about it, Comic. We can talk it over more when you're sober, okay?" He said gently. Comic tended to be a bit of a weepy drunk, and even though Blue was pretty sure he was joking, he really didn't want to set him off. Besides, Blue was pretty sure he wouldn't remember this in the morning. Sure enough, when the three idiots woke up the next morning, for the most part sprawled across the Underswap brothers' living room floor, nothing had been said about it, and Blue had assumed it had been forgotten. Two days later, there was a knock at the door. Blue was more than a little confused, however, because the knock came to the bathroom door, and he had just gotten out of the shower. "Papyrus, you cant come in, I'm not wearing anything" he'd called. He thought he'd heard faint giggling coming from the other side of the door, but he attributed that to his imagination. That theory was thrown out the window, however, when he heard someone whisper "perfect" followed by more giggling. Blue could hear Stretch stage-whisper "shut the fuck up!" before he cleared his throat and said, more loudly, "I know! I just have a question!" Blue was more than a little confused. He started drying himself off as he replied. "okay...?" "Do you wanna marry me?" Blue snorted a little louder than he meant to. "what?" He asked. "Let's get married!" "Papy, we're brothers. We can't get married." "I don't care. We can elope! Itll be romantic!" Blue sighed, finishing drying himself off and starting to put his clothes on. "Yeah, I'm really swooning. We'd still be brothers if we eloped. Are you drunk again?" Stretch spluttered. "what? No!" "I'm just drunk off my love for you!" Now that was definitely a second voice. It sounded like someone was trying to sound like Stretch, but their cadence was all off, and they held their vowels too long. Blue sighed again, and tied his scarf around his neck. Then he walked over to the door and swung it open. He was greeted with the sight of Stretch kneeling in front of the bathroom door, surrounded by all of those who had been present a few nights ago, as well as the swapfell brothers. Blue ignored the little audience and crouched down to his brother's level, gripping his chin tightly and looking into his eyes. His eyelights weren't hazy, but this whole scene didn't make any sense unless Stretch was drunk. Blue released his brothers chin when he'd looked for and not found any signs of alcohol. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you down, Papy. I'm sure you'll find a way to get over me, the Magnificent Sans!" He exclaimed, grinning and straightening up before he looked at the rest of them. The he shook his head. "I don't even want to know" he said, then he went downstairs to start making some dinner. And with that, the floodgates were opened. Blue was pretty sure that not two days had gone by since then where he had not recieved a marriage proposal. He'd been asked by Stretch and Comic alone at least six times apeice, and even Fell and Slim had asked him a few times each. Blue had been proposed to in the grocery store, on stage at a Napstaton concert (he'd smacked sans on the back of the head for that one), while he was doing the dishes, at a carnival, through his bedroom window, and, Stretch's personal favorite, in the middle of the void during a shortcut. However, he didn't let himself get frustrated. He never said yes, of course, but other than the concert incident, he'd made sure to be nice! But blue was getting so tired of this. Did these idiots think marriage was a joke? And so he found himself standing among the echo flowers in his favorite place in the underground, looking down at his best friend, who was one of the only ones not to have done this yet, and decided it was his turn to have a little bit of fun. Blue gasped loudly and grabbed onto Red's hands. "I'd love to!" He said excitedly. Red blinked. "Really?" Then he grinned "I thought for sure you'd think it was a--" Blue cut him off. "Of course, really! Oh, I'm so happy!" He pulled Red up and hugged him tightly. He was pretty sure he was laying it on a bit thick, but hey, the rest of then were probably hiding in the bushes somewhere and wouldn't it just be a shame if they didn't see what was going on? Red was hugging him back, and when Blue pulled away, he saw that Red had a huge smile on his face. Blue snorted internally. Of course he was smiling, he had won, hadnt he? Now Blue was half-wondering how far Red was going to go with this joke, and just how far he could get him to push it. "Let's go tell my brother!" Blue exclaimed. As if he didn't already know. Red nodded and grabbed onto Blue's hand, taking a shortcut to Blue's living room. "Hang on" said Red, "you still haven't taken this" he held out the ring pop. "it's cherry flavored" Red said, then he winked, his already huge smile growing. Blue found himself blushing as he took the ring and put it on, toying with it for a moment before he said "this'll probably turn my tongue red if I suck on it for long enough, won't it?" Then he base eye contact with red and winked right back, making it as exaggerated possible so red would know he was joking. Red turned his namesake as blue dragged him into the kitchen, where he knew stretch would be at this time of day. "Guess what, Papy?" He exclaimed. "You found a new taco recipe?" "Nope! Red asked to marry him, and I said yes!" At that, Stretch turned around quickly, taking in Reds blushing face and Blue's big, fake smile. His eyes flashed down to their joined hands, then he grinned. "We finally wore you down, huh? Decided to accept one to mess with us back?" Stretch really knew him far too well, dang it. "Actually--" started Red "How dare you insinuate such a thing, Papy! Red and I are getting married! I would never joke about something so serious" Blue could hear his voice getting more and more sarcastic that sentence went along, and at the end of it, he tried to let go of Red's hand only to find it locked in a death grip. He turned to look at Red, confused. He was standing stiffly, and his eyelights were gone. "Blue..." he said quietly. "Can I talk to ya for a minute? Alone?" Blue just looked at him, confused. Red tugged impatiently at the hand he still had a death grip on, pulling Blue out of the kitchen. Blue looked behind him and saw Stretch staring after them, a look of horrified revelation on his face. He heard Stretch make a sound of frustration just as they took a shortcut. They landed in the middle of Snowdin forest and Red immediately let got of Blue's hand before spinning to face him. "Blue, I was serious. I really want to marry you" Blue snorted. "Yeah, okay, sure. Just like everyone else. It's just a really funny joke to pretend to propose to people. Totally hilarious, I get it. I'm just getting a bit tired of it, alright? So could you do me a favor and tell all of them that?" Blue spun around and started to stalk off before Red shortcutted directly in front of him, cutting off his path. Blue started to go a different direction before Red growled in frustration and grabbed Blue by the cheekbones, pulling his face in and kissing him hard. When he let him go, Blue was surprised by the look of determination on his face. "I love you, Blue, and I want to marry you, okay?" Blue pulled himself out of Red's grip harshly and surprised himself by starting to cry. "T-this, this is j-just too far! I k-know you all think it's r-really funny to m-mess with the guy that'll p-probably never get m-married, but this really needs to s-stop! P-please!" Blue sobbed, and then he buried his head in his hands as his whole body shook with the force of them. "I'm j-just so t-tired of this. I k-know that I'm n-not exactly... y-you k-know...but that d-doesnt meant that I w-want to be r-reminded--" Blue was cut off by another wrenching sob, and he felt Red come closer, gripping onto him by his shoulders. "Blue, I don't know how to make ya believe me, but I am not jokin'. You're my best friend. I love you, and when those guys started screwin' with ya it just...made me realize exactly what I wanted, ya know?" He felt Red pull him into his arms, holding him tightly for a moment before releasing him. Blue sniffed, his crying having faded out for the most part, and he looked up at Red. He was surprised to see tears on Red's face as well. "Let's try this thing again" said Red quietly. He took the ring-pop off of Blue's finger and knelt back down. "Blue, I promise ya with all my soul that this is not a trick or a joke or anything but the absolute truth. You are my best friend, and I have grown to love ya more than anyone or anythin' these past few years. I want to spend the rest of my life learnin' to love you even more, and nothin' would make me happier. So, Blue, my love..." he grinned at how cheesy that sounded and held up the ring pop again "Will ya please marry me?"

[spicegirllpurp-blog]

my story

**Disclaimer: I am a little nervous to write about this for the first time since it all happened. So the grammar and sentence structure is awful. I’m writing this exactly how it is flowing out of me. If it is hard to read just know it’s because it was hard to write about.** The first time I did speed I fell in love. Finally all of my walls came down around people. I was uninhibited and free even in large crowds, and everyone i met was my friend. Of coarse it all starts out this way. Same goes for any relationship, and yes when you smoke speed you are in an actual relationship with it. Everything gleamed in the beginning and after breaking off a 6 year relationship, I finally felt like I was “living life” again. The list of drugs found in my system on the emt report were as follows: methamphetamine, cocaine, heroin, and a little bit of alcohol just in case the other 3 weren’t enough to subdue a large animal. The last thing I remember was getting sick from the heroin. I had done too much on accident, I hadn’t actually meant to do it in the first place but it was in my hand and then it was too late. I landed myself into a childish fog full of day dreams. I had never been so high in my life. I remember waking up from my slumber thinking that I had no clue how I got back home. An important detail to remember is that I was living with my drug dealer who I used to date. I was living with a person who also knew my drug addict father and other drug addict friends. I was living with this person and doing drugs every minute of the day. And for some reason I thought nothing out of the ordinary. I saw no red flags because I was too busy hallucinating people in my trees talking to me and prophesying life’s greatest wonders. I thought I was invisible. I woke up the next day trying to stand and for some reason my legs just wouldn’t let me. It felt like my left leg was actually on fire. It felt like what I imagine putting my hand on a stove would feel like. The singe and nerve damage stinging all over. I knew the pain was there but I could feel myself shaking, going into shock. I’m screaming and terrified and within minutes the ems is there putting me on a stretcher. And everything for me goes black. I’m rushed of to the hospital. The next thing I remember was waking up in a panic looking up at faces that I didn’t know. One woman saying “Hi welcome back!” in a super high pitched but frantic voice. I now know this was because they narcaned me to bring me back. I was wrapped in what was called a cubby blanket to regulate my temperature. All I felt was warmth.  I remember hearing people beside my bed talking about weather or not I would pull through. I thought to myself that I actually felt somewhat peaceful. I could feel the warm salty tears wash down my cheek as I started praying my last prayers and my last thoughts and everything in this moment was real. Beside me I hear a voice saying the words amputation, we missed our window to operate, its her leg or her life at this point, the kidneys are failing and we will need to start dialysis. I worked in a hospital at one point so I understood some of the medical terms of what was going on. The next morning my surgeon (aka person i owe my life too) walked into my room and told me we were going to operate anyway. He felt confidant that he could attempt to save it. All I could do was trust him. I had a 50/50 chance to keep the leg as well as my life. This condition did not happen often so every scenario is different. Mine is as follows: I fell asleep on my leg the wrong way and because I was so subdued with drugs I did not wake up to the feeling of my circulation being cut off. This then causes the kidneys to fail and rhabdomylosis to occur. The muscle in your leg becomes necrotic and has to be cut open with a fasciotomy to release the pressure. And last but not least - hypothermia shock because now you are actually starting to die. I signed the paper for surgery and the rest is a total blur. They performed four surgeries withing that week and were able to save my leg. This improved my kidney function and allowed me to reject dialysis.By Christmas I could finally sit up and talk. I spent a month in the hospital and in the worst pain of my life. My friends came to see me and some people stayed and some people left. But my true friends stuck by me and gave me genuine love and support during the  hardest time in my life. If you have someone or multiple people who have done this for you in your life- please never let them go. These are your people and they are the ones you want in your corner in this life and after. I could finally use a walker and wheel chair to get around by the time of discharge, but the recovery time can take up to a year since nerves are slow to rejuvenate. I am currently working every single day to beat those odds. I am no longer searching for was to set my life on fire. Instead I am searching for ways to help people put those fires out. Hitting rock bottom was something I thought I had done before this, and I was completely wrong. I am a firm believer that no one gets sober for anyone but themselves. However, I know it can be nice just to have someone to talk to and not be judged or always being told how much you need to stop using instead of asking about the reason behind it.. Drugs tried to steal everything from me, and at some points in my life they actually did. I cant say what the reason is for everything happening but I am more thankful and happy with life in this struggle than I ever was before.My life is now split into two parts- before I knew Jesus and after he saved my life. Everything is all in God’s timing.When we try to manipulate that plan, things get messy. I am living proof that it really isn’t worth it and it will never be as good as the first time, and you will do those things you said you wouldn’t, and you will loose so much of yourself chasing something that cannot be caught. Of coarse this can seem cliche to anyone struggling with addiction, but it is the truth. We have a forgiving God not a vengeful one. If your thinking you will be judged, or your not good enough to be forgiven, not good enough to have a life worth loving- your wrong. You are the exact person someone is praying for. You are the exact person that God wants to work miracles in. In the small moments that define your life, in your last prayers, at the end of everything, at rock bottom- we will all find ourselves as children of God. Jesus awaits for you to come home. I started this part of my life with three relationships- my ex, my drug dealer, and my drugs. So at the end, drugs did take a lot from me-my job, my fiance, my dogs, my ability to walk for up to a year, my independence, almost my life just to name a few- and they left me open and empty. I now have one relationship as a daughter of Jesus. If I can find my way back home so can you.