#kame writes

[kame-writes]

New Radio-Apple drabble uploaded to the A03 fic

Alastor and Lucifer drinking in the empty hotel bar. And for once, Alastor is open to taking a little about his human life

[radio-of-death]

"What a curious Creature she is"

[dharmafox]

You see, the Medicine Seller embodies the sacred union of masculine and feminine as well as the sacred union of sweetheart and bitch.

[kame-artist]

The girls

Im having fun with my Media Overlords au over on @kame-writes these two being sisters in chaos brings me joy

[partiallypearl]

and when i was ten, you were my best friend

a/n: happy holidays @myloveforhergoeson! i hope u enjoy this little kames drabble. i won't lie, this fic stumped me a lil bit since it's not a ship i think abt very often, but i hope i did them justice! you can take this as pre relationship kames, or platonic kames, whichever you prefer. for context, kendall and james are around age 14/15 years old and it is december 2008!

also tagging @bigtimesecretsanta

Minnesota winters were one thing: cold. It was obvious to anyone who lived there. Cold, bitter winds that made your face feel numb, and dry air that made your skin feel like sandpaper weren’t uncommon in the state. 

This was all stuff Kendall knew. He’d lived in Minnesota, specifically in Mountain Aire, for almost his entire life. He was used to the weather. He was a hockey player - the cold was just part of the game. 

Didn’t mean he had to like it though. 

“Can your mom turn the heat up higher?” He asked James, a slight whine in his voice. 

His best friend, James simply shrugged from his spot on the couch. “I don’t think she will.” Kendall rolled his eyes. 

Mrs. Diamond was something else. As his mom had put it to Carlos’ mom the one time he had eavesdropped on one of their conversations, Brooke Diamond was an acquired taste. A taste too expensive for most of Mountain Aire apparently. 

“She said something about needing to slug the dirt out of her pores, and she doesn’t want excess humidity to make her pores oiler than they already are.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” Kendall asked. James shrugged again, his Bieber cut making his bangs fall into his eyes. Kendall resisted the urge to push them out of his eyes so he could see the sparkling green more clearly. 

“I don’t know. Just know that she takes this giant tub of Vaseline into her room.” 

Kendall snorted. That was definitely the weirdest thing James had ever said in his life. And James said weird things all the time. 

They sat in silence for a moment before James sighed. 

“It is cold. C’mon. Let’s see if my dad has any jackets we can wear.” 

Kendall looked at his friend, slight confusion on his face before he followed after him. They left the living room, and made their way up the gigantic staircase until they were in James’ dad’s room. 

James opened the door, flicking the light on as he stepped in. Sterling Diamond’s room was everything Kendall wanted. 

It was the second biggest room in the mansion, which was saying something, and he decorated it exactly like the man cave it was. 

Football gear from when he was in college was laid around everywhere, along with a bunch of Minnesota Wild merch. 

His bed was pretty standard, grey sheets and pillowcases, and he had a bookshelf to the left of the bed, and a dresser to the right. 

Kendall watched as James walked into the large ensuite closet. He rummaged through for what felt like forever as Kendall shivered, even through his long sleeve shirt and sweatpants, before finally, James pulled out two oversized hoodies. 

One of them was from Soundset, a hip hop festival that had happened earlier that May. The other from MSU, Sterling’s alma mater. James handed Kendall the college hoodie, taking the music festival one for himself, and Kendall snorted in response as he threw it on. 

When he poked his head out of the head hole, James had already crossed the room and was waiting for him. “C’mon. I wanna watch Scooby Doo.” James said, his voice authorative. Kendall shook his head, following after his friend. 

They made their way down the stairs, socked feet sliding against the flooring. Depositing themselves back on the couch, James grabbed the remote, flipping through channels until he found what he wanted - the Cartoon Network. They sat together, watching the episode in relative silence minus a few chuckles and snorts at particularly funny moments. 

“Thanks for coming over.” James said quietly when the show went on commercial break. Kendall looked over at his friend. 

“Of course buddy.” He said with a soft smile, and James smiled back before continuing. 

“My parents are getting divorced. It’s been. I don’t know. Lonely. Really lonely. I appreciate you being here.” Kendall frowned at the news, before scooting over so that their sides were pressed against each other. He wrapped his arms around James’ shoulders, his fingers gently squeezing the other boy’s arm.��

“I’m always here for you. You know that right?” 

James looked up at him, eyes wide before he nodded slowly. Kendall smiled at him again, squeezing him again before resting his body against the couch. 

They sit there in silence before James speaks again, 

“You’re my best friend.” Kendall looked at him, his eyes scanning James’ face. 

His friend’s eyes are focused on the TV, but Kendall knows that James is embarrassed. He smiled, his fingers reaching down to intertwine with James’ again. 3 squeezes. Just like his mom taught him.

I. Love. You. 

James looked at him, cheeks ruddy. Kendall does his best to not react, as the brunette boy repeats his actions. They don’t need to say any more.

James is his best friend. He always will be.

[overlords-of-media]

Velvette: Alright, it's about time I got the old geezers onto some form of social media. So I set up this blog so you Nasty degenerates /Affectionate, can ask me and the boys direct questions. Don't make me regret it! 💜

Valentino: Ooo this could be fun~

Vox: Vel, I'm pretty sure I dont need help working Voxblr. Considering I helped create it

Alastor: Tsk, all this new technology. What's wrong with a good old fashioned talk show? I don't understand the obsession with being able to be contacted around the clock.

Rules --- Mun --- Info/scenes

Current Magical! Anon effect: None (open)

[inkameswetrust]

The Window Sill (Pt. 6)

Pairing: James Diamond x Kendall Knight

Characters: Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Katie Knight, (The Mention Of) Brooke Diamond

Content Warnings: Fluff, BL, SFW, Slight Angst(?)

Word Count: 2,551

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As Kendall shook off the petrification Brooke had relentlessly instilled in him, the twinge of pain in his chest stopped him from entering the building. He was afraid to enter, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing, and upsetting Brooke even further. Kendall knew James and his friends were expecting him. Still, suddenly his feet surrendered to the pavement as if he'd sunk underwater with an anchor tied to his ankle. It seemed impossible to reach the entrance door if Kendall was no longer treading water.

His fingers curled inward, not enough to clench his fists but enough to give off the impression of being unsettled. There was a faint wincing sound rumbling in the back of his throat that, too, was afraid of moving any further. It was as if Kendall's whole body had retreated to the safety of its shell like a tortoise in harm's way. After raising one hand to wrap his weary fingers around the strap of his backpack, Kendall hit the ground running and fled the parking lot.

He swiped his phone from his left back pocket and flipped it open to text James. Kendall attempted to type a message saying that he wasn't feeling well and had taken the bus home, but his phone chimed with an unsavory beep when he hit send. A notification popped up on his screen saying he had insufficient text credit. Kendall swore under his breath with a hearty groan to accompany it as he crammed the bottom half of his phone into his fist and shoved it back into his pocket.

A passing public bus made its way beside a nearby bench mounted to the sidewalk. It creaked and huffed as it came to a drawn-out halt and opened the door. Kendall sprinted inside, pulling out a handful of loose quarters from the side of his backpack and sliding them into the coin slot. He avoided eye contact with the bus driver and hurried to the first available window seat. His arms wrapped around his backpack as he sat it atop his lap and let his head tilt against the window.

Kendall's phone buzzed in the confines of his jeans. He sat still at first, knowing James was most certainly texting him about his whereabouts. The temptation to open his phone and read James' text was too great. But what was the point? Kendall had no way to respond.

His phone buzzed again, its vibrating sensation becoming strikingly alarming the second time. Kendall sat with his open palm against the side of his face, almost as if to shield himself from the impulse to respond. As he fought back the urge, a third and final buzz triggered his brows to furrow. Kendall whined into his palm but stood his ground and kept perfectly still until the bus came to an uneasy halt at his stop. He scampered away through the exit doors down the middle of the vehicle and tightly clung to his backpack as he shuffled the rest of the way home in a daze. His scuffed-up Converse Chucks scratched against the asphalt as he barely lifted his feet with each weary step.

Kendall stomped onto the porch with his head heavy in his hands like a boulder. He stared at the front door as second thoughts began to consume him familiarly. Did Kendall make the wrong decision by leaving so abruptly? Could he have at least called? Part of Kendall wanted to come hurdling back to Brooke Diamond Cosmetics Headquarters despite his complete journey home.

Before Kendall could get his foot in the door, Katie stood before him, wearing a look that connoted neutrality and indifference. Her eyelids hung low in contrast to the cock of her brow, accompanied by her lips stretching out in a straight line.

"I was gonna open that, y'know," Kendall sighed, gesturing to the house keys he crammed in his fist.

"Didn't need to," Katie replied, almost as though she were mocking him, "I could hear you moping from a mile away."

"Whatever," Kendall groaned as he brushed past Katie and stormed off to his bedroom.

Bewildered and none the wiser, Katie watched Kendall disappear behind his bedroom door. The only sound accompanying it closing shut was the sound of Kendall flopping backward onto his bed. He ran his palm across his face and his fingers through his hair as he pinched his eyes shut. If only the world could smite him where he lay and erase the turmoil brewing in the depths of his soul. Life could never be that merciful, though. Kendall was doomed to sit and stew in his own emotional filth.

He rolled onto his side and fetched his cell phone from his pocket. Kendall grimaced as he flipped it open and punished himself by continuously reading James' text messages. The blonde wondered if it was too late or cowardly to call now. He clenched his fist around his cell phone and grunted out of frustration. Why wasn't there an easier way out? Why wasn't there a silver lining in all this? His fit of brooding was cut short by a knock at his bedroom door.

"Are you okay?" Katie murmured.

"Go away..."

Despite Kendall's protest, Katie twisted the doorknob and tip-toed to his bedside. She nervously twiddled her fingers at the sides of her jeans as her gaze fell upon any direction but her brother's.

"Did something happen?" Katie continued.

Kendall curled up in defense and hugged himself in deafening silence. His blanket rustled beneath him as it bunched and folded to match his movements. Katie shuffled closer and sat at the foot of Kendall's bed with her hands awkwardly folded atop her lap.

"Is it James?"

"I just thought this would be easier," Kendall sighed, turning his head back and meeting Katie with half a glance.

"Wait, what? You still haven't talked to him?"

"No, I've obviously talked to him already. That problem's been solved," Kendall retorted as he sat up on his bed, "We're actually... dating now."

"Then what's the problem? That's what you wanted!"

"I know that!" Kendall barked as he raised his hand to chest level and offered the sight of his open palm as a means of defense. He immediately regretted raising his voice at Katie. It wasn't like him to shout. Not at family, at least. Katie leaned back and temporarily distanced herself from Kendall. She was annoyed to be caught in Kendall's emotional crossfire. She made that known with the curving, souring, contorting expression of contempt painting her face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell," Kendall confessed after a long overdue deep breath, "It's just that... I don't know. This is just a lot harder than I thought it'd be."

"Did something happen?"

Kendall's eyes flickered at Katie with discomfort. He unclenched his fist and left his cell phone at his side while recalling how Brooke Diamond threatened him and his relationship with James. It still gave him chills to recall the words she spoke to him.

"I think James' mom may have seen me kissing him," Kendall admitted uneasily, "She told me she could have me replaced in the blink of an eye and that she only lets me around James because I can keep him happy without interfering with the plans she has for him."

Katie sat beside Kendall in disbelief. She had no words with which she could respond to her brother's tale. It was common knowledge that Brooke Diamond was a force to be reckoned with, but this seemed excessive even for her.

"I got so scared that I left without saying anything. I ran away and took the first bus home I could catch," Kendall continued, "I was going to text James I left, but I ran out of credit."

"And you didn't call?"

"Well, I was going to when I got home, but..." Kendall trailed off.

"But what?"

Kendall shrunk his posture and averted his gaze from Katie. He cowered at the realization that he'd be reprimanded for yet another exhibition of poor communication or the lack thereof. He sat there silent and still as he braced himself for impact.

"You really have nothing to say?" Katie sneered, "Go call him right now, you idiot! He's probably worried sick about you!"

"No, he's not!"

"Kendall, you make everyone worry about you." Katie countered, "All you do is make reckless decisions. Then you run and hide when things get difficult."

"Oh, what do you know? You're just a kid!"

"Yeah, a kid who knows better than to avoid her problems!" Katie snapped back with her hands on her hips in a similar fashion to that of her mother.

Kendall flashed a displeased look in retaliation to Katie's comment. She had him cornered, but he'd never admit to that. His stubbornness was one of his strongest shortcomings in circumstances such as this. Katie narrowed her eyes in defense and stood her ground with a glare that shot daggers at Kendall.

"Just call him already."

"Fine!" Kendall grumbled as he swiped his cell phone from his pillow and dialed James' number. He raised it to his left ear and listened to the monotone chime of its ring. The ring sounded louder than usual. Almost as if it could be heard from a distance. Confused and mildly intrigued, Kendall darts his head in every direction to locate the additional sound. He looks behind him, and to his surprise, James is waving through the window with his cell phone in his vacant hand.

"James!" Kendall cries as he rushes to his window and pulls it open, granting James entry.

"Hey," James chimed as he climbed through and lowered his feet to the hardwood floor.

The two boys, while relieved to see one another, were awkwardly silent. There were numerous things to be said, many glances to offer, and quite a few gestures to share, but none of the courage to exchange anything. Sensing the rising tension in the air and the desperate need for a private conversation, Katie shuffled back to the door with an awkward grin.

"I'll just leave you two alone," Katie uttered as she closed the door and tip-toed into the hallway. She left an additional moment of awkward silence in her wake. Kendall plunged his fists into his pockets and nervously tucked his lips inward. James took note of Kendall's slightly averted gaze and parted his lips to speak, albeit quietly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kendall replied with a weak smile.

"Are you sure?" James questioned, his brows furrowing with disbelief. "Because you left without saying anything. I texted you."

"I know. I'm sorry," Kendall began, pacing around the room and speaking with open palms, "I wanted to text you back, but I ran out of credit."

James watched as Kendall nervously marched across the floor. Those frantic footsteps and frenzied hand movements always worried him. The brunette was confused, and his question had yet to be answered, but he was concerned, above all else.

"I was gonna call you earlier, but then I wondered if it was too late and maybe I was making a mistake. I'd already gotten home, so I figured there was no point," Kendall continued, trudging from corner to corner. "But then I realized the real mistake was leaving, and believe me, I wanted to go straight back as soon as I got home."

James curled his fingers in anticipation. He itched to reach out to Kendall and strip him of his unease and stress. Though, he sensed Kendall was far from finished. His words came spilling out like water splashing through the cracks in a dam.

"I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't shown up," Kendall sighed, with his head in his hands. "Maybe I'm in over my head. I'm terrible at this! I have no idea what I'm doi—"

James ground Kendall's spiral to a halt by pulling him in by the arms and, with a gentle yet unwavering grip, joined their lips in an abrupt kiss. Kendall's eyes snapped open, and his body stiffened under James' touch. He was stunned into silence yet again. It wasn't until the crescendo of James' kiss that Kendall felt calm enough to loosen up and surrender to his senses. James pulled away, his hands swimming down Kendall's forearms until they reached his fingers.

"What was that for?" Kendall mumbled with a nonplussed look.

"I don't know, I was worried about you," James sighed with a heavy gaze.

Kendall brought his palms to his face and groaned as he hunched over, saying, "Ugh, am I terrible at this?"

"No," James refuted without a second thought. "Do you think you're terrible at this?"

"No... maybe... I don't know! This is just harder than I thought." Kendall panicked, "I just can't stop worrying about who's looking when we're together. I don't want anything bad to happen."

"Is that why you left? Because you were scared that someone saw us?"

Kendall's heart stopped at the sound of that question. He wanted to be honest with James, but there was no use in confessing to being threatened by his mother. James was incapable of confronting or standing up to Brooke. He couldn't possibly jeopardize his position as her darling boy. Cornered and afraid, Kendall had to concoct a lie that was believable enough to be true but not enough to make a fuss. He felt their relationship depended on his response and that he'd have to choose it wisely.

"Y...Yes," Kendall mumbled, hoping to not come off as uncertain. "I think someone saw us holding hands at school, and I didn't wanna slip up in front of your mom, so I ran off!"

"Oh, I had no idea anyone had seen us," James sighed. "I mean, you're always trying really hard to be discreet. I thought there was no way."

"Yep... someone saw us. A couple people, actually." Kendall replied, wearing a poker face as he mentally reprimanded himself for expanding on his blatant lie.

"No wonder you're so stressed out," James chuckled. "Imagine if my mom saw us, too. She'd lose it!"

"Haha, yeah! We wouldn't want that..." Kendall replied as he forced an ingenuine grin for James' benefit. He was sure this decision would come back to haunt him. Kendall couldn't deny he'd already jeopardized their relationship with the secret he began to keep.

"Well, I'm glad you told me," James breathed, "I was starting to think you were pulling away from me."

"From you? Never." Kendall replied, the strain in his face easing away and melting into a more natural look.

"Good," James purred, pulling Kendall in for an additional kiss with the cupping of his cheeks.

Kendall's face soured at first, his gaze hardening and his eyes still fluttering open. It felt wrong or even dishonest to kiss James under these circumstances. There was a potent taste of distrust and guilt lingering on his breath that Kendall couldn't seem to shake. He furrowed his brows, shut his eyes, and crept his hands up James' chest until he was distracted enough by the kiss to put his thoughts to rest. After all, this problem would go away by itself, right? Kendall could only hope life would spare him the consequences of his actions just this once.

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

Merry Christmas, @ceruleanmusings!

[ceruleanmusings]

Blood Diamond; Year Five

Year Four

@myloveforhergoeson @witchofinterest @raging-violets @partiallypearl

"What's that?" A blond boy—an upside-down blond boy—jabbed his finger in James' direction.

James looked down—or, rather, up, since the gold necklace now hung around his face. Adjusting his grip on the smooth metal of the jungle gym, his eyes crossed as he took in the piece of jewelry. "A necklace."

The boy shook his head and stepped closer this time, pointing at the symbol on the end of the necklace hanging by his nose. "What's that?" he repeated.

"A star."

"It doesn't look like a star."

"It's a star of David. My bubbe gave it to me."

"Oh." The boy tilted at his side, turning his head upside down. His long, blond hair lifted off his head, mimicking James' brown locks, revealing two thick, light eyebrows. "Well, it's nice to meetcha, David."

"My name's not David!" Letting go of the bars, James flipped over and landed on his feet. He held his hands out, waiting for the wooziness to pass, and turned to the boy who now stood straight again. "It's James." And he thrust out his hand like Brooke taught him to when he met someone new.

"Hi James! I'm Kendall!" Kendall grabbed his hand and gave it a few hearty shakes. And when he smiled, dimples popped into his cheeks.

James stared. "You have holes in your face," he stated.

Kendall shrugged. "Mommy says they're angel bites."

"Why would an angel wanna bite you?"

"I dunno. Maybe I smelled good?"

James took a step forward and sniffed at him. "You smell like oatmeal."

Kendall shrugged again. "My baby sister threw it at me." His arm jutted outwards, nearly clothes-lining a boy running past him. He didn't notice, or didn't care. "My mommy and my baby sister are over there."

James spotted a woman with red hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a large red flannel shirt with tattered ends placing a series of kisses on the round cheeks of a giggling baby. They looked happy.

"That's my mommy," James said, pointing. Brooke, by comparison, didn't look happy at all. Not with the way her dark eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed; with crossed arms, she stood off to the side of the other mommies gathered under the decorated pavilion and barked at someone into her phone.

"She looks scary," Kendall said, nose wrinkling. "Is she a witch?"

"No. But I think that's what my daddy calls her so I don't know."

"Oh."

"What does you daddy call your mommy?"

"I don't have a daddy."

James blinked. "Everybody has a daddy."

"I don't."

"Well, where'd he go?"

"I don't know. All mommy said was he's gone and we have to take care of each other now."

"Oh." How would someone's daddy just disappear? James always knew where his dad was; in bed sleeping most of the time. And when he wasn't sleeping he was going on adventures, that's what Sterling said. And that's why James spent a lot of time with his mom. But he didn't mind, he loved being around his mom. Even if she was grouchy a lot. One day she'd want to play with him and he'd be ready. "Do you wanna go find him?"

"No. I'd rather have cake." Kendall's eyes trailed back to the pavilion where a table decorated in large 5s had a blue and white cake sitting in the middle of it. "Danny's cake is chocolate, I think."

"I love chocolate," James said with a sigh. Not that they had much in the house. Candy and sweets were scarce, even at Halloween. He could only get a piece of candy when he was quiet for a long time.

"Me too!" Kendall gushed, eyes lighting up. "I really like chocolate pudding."

James gasped, eyes widening. "Me too! But my mommy won't let me have it."

"Why not?"

"Because she says I'll get messy and she doesn't want me to get messy."

"Really? My mommy lets me paint with it."

"She does?" James' eyes nearly popped out his head. Playing with food was unheard of in his house. Every time he tried to make a game with his dino nuggets Brooke told him to be quiet and eat. And if he tried again, she'd cut the heads off the big ones, telling him they were extinct. She always jumped to the end of the story.

"Yeah! When we're at the beach. I get to eat it, too."

"Wow! Your mommy sounds fun!"

"She is! She's the best mommy ever! She's letting me play hockey too!"

"What's hockey?"

"It's so fun! You get sticks and you can whack things with them and you get to ice skate!"

"I love ice skating!" James gushed. "It feels like flying!" Well, the one time he went it did. It was one of the rare moments he and Sterling and Brooke spent a day out. The ice was slippery and he thought he'd fall but he held onto Brooke's and Sterling's hands and he was safe. And at one point Sterling carried him on his shoulders while he skated around. They flew so fast, James was reduced to exuberant giggles and chanting for his dad to take him flying again and again.

"Yeah, it's really fun! We're going tomorrow."

"Can I come too?"

"Let's ask my mommy!"

Kendall took James' hand and lead him over to his mom as she put the baby back in a faded stroller. She put a bright pink pacifier in the baby's mouth only for the baby to spit it out a second later. The two boys approached as she picked it up. "Mommy, this is James. He's my friend," Kendall said, lifting up their clasped hands as if for proof. "He likes ice skating too and wants to play hockey. Can he come with us?"

"Well hello James, it's nice to meet you," the redhead woman said with such a warm smile James felt like he'd been bathed in sunshine. "I'm Mrs. Knight"

"It's nice to meet you, too!" Stepping forward, James held out his hand. Mrs. Knight laughed as she shook it. Her hands were warm too. Brooke's were always cold. "Can I come skating with you?"

"We should probably ask your mom first," Mrs Knight said, lighting tapping a finger to James' nose.

"Okay, she's over there." James stared hard at Mrs. Knight as he declared, "Make her say yes."

Mrs. Knight laughed and stood. "I'll see what I can do. Wait here."

"This is my baby sister, Katie," Kendall said, pointing to the stroller.

"Hi Katie." James leaned his head into the stroller, waving at the little girl. She grinned a gummy smile, reached out, and tugged his hair. hard. "Ouch!" Jerking backwards, James rubbed at the aching spot on his head.

"Yeah, she does that sometimes," Kendall said with a small smile.

Head still stinging, James laughed. His new friends were fun.

[kamesama]

one-word prompts.

i really wanna do some writing, so i figured i could do one-word prompts to get back in touch. i’m still preparing for my exams, so i will take some time to get to them, but nonetheless, if you’re interested, send them in! i’m thinking of taking up to 10 of these requests, you know the drill, character name + one word. looking forward to it.

[vajrapoet]

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[kame-writes]

(Asks open for any questions and/or requests for anything on the list)

((Shipping Drabbles are open for requests of ANY ship))

[radio-of-death]

HOW ARE YOU AN ANGEL?!?!

Azrael: Because when life on earth was created, the powers that be needed someone to manage it, I suppose? I came into existence when it was decided that life would not be eternal for those with a soul. After Lucifers' rebellion, my purgatory became the highway that souls must pass though before manifesting into their afterlifes.

I have always been an Angel, a Seraphim if we want to be specific, I just do not reside in heaven or Hell. I can easily walk between them at my leisure. There is only one other power that can enter my domain without my permission...

[kame-artist]

A new Au appeared unprompted into my brain, and I used it as an Excuse to do a little redesign of Lucifer. So meet Sin!Lucifer (info here)

He now has a fic

[ffau-side-blog]

This is a comic I made but forgot to post :p

Have Kame being throw at high velocity at two towers-*gets shot*/j