#self promo intensifies

[goth-automaton]

On topic of relationship between Ansem the Wanker Wise and Zexion: I have a oneshot, where Zexion is his literal son and, according to peer reviews, it's good. 💜

[carnivoraformes]

ANGEL IN BLUE JEANS

I was shot down in cold blood by an angel in blue jeans! i see a million different ways to never leave this maze!

Indepedent. Selective. Multimuse, primarily focusing on Hoyoverse.

Adored by the local gremlin, Riyah.

[analyticallyminded]

tag drop 2/?

ooc.

[edgessunflower]

Bikini

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You feel self conscious about modeling for a bikini magazine so your girlfriend helps give you confidence

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

The minute you got the call to do a photoshoot for a bikini magazine you were excited not only that you were seen enough to be considered for a magazine but for someone to want you in a bikini or revealing magazine surprised and terrified you all at once. You never truly had confidence or great self esteem within yourself for as long as you could remember but ever since you met Rhea eight months back and being together for five of the eight she truly helped you gain confidence in yourself not just in your matches and promos but also in life and you could never thank her enough for all that she had done just by loving you unconditionally, you told her about the photoshoot when you went to her house for dinner and to stay for the night voicing your worries about half your body being exposed leading to you changing into the yellow bikini you chose for the photoshoot after going upstairs once dinner was done not noticing rhea eyeing your body when you were changing until you turn around. "More beautiful than you already were" you felt your heart flutter as you see her lick her lips and move her eyes up and down over every nook and cranny of your body before laying her hands on your waist and slowly moving them along your body with a gentle smile leading to soft kisses as her warm hands roamed over your cool skin, "I can never seem to get enough of you" you were in a haze of pleasure after rhea slid her hands under the top of your bikini unable to control your whimpers and moans while the top falls to the floor and her hands ran over your breasts that sent warmth like lightning bolts through you and it intensified with her head between your legs eating you out and fingering you all in one almost crying when she suddenly puts a dildo on and slowly pushes inside you allowing you to take deep breaths for a few minutes before she was thrusting in you and picking up the pace as the minutes passed by until both of you were holding each other in the quiet, a week later you were smiling and laughing in between photos being taken as you showed off every part of yourself in the beautiful yellow bikini from posing underwater to laying seductively in a studio the whole shoot was fun and went off without a hitch leading to the magazine coming out three weeks later rhea couldn't help but go wide eyed and red seeing you in the magazine before carrying you upstairs over her shoulder smacking your ass.

[gxxsolinemoved]

stevie can be found here!

[bowersrich]

Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set  And I think I need a Lear jet

indie peter gordon from stephen king’s it. as told by darko credit.

[abandonedbyheaven]

the night is darkening round me, the wild winds coldly blow ; But a tyrant spell has bound me, 

and i cannot, cannot go. the giant trees are bending their bare boughs weighed with snow ; the

storm is fast descending, and yet I cannot go. clouds beyond clouds above me, wastes beyond 

wastes below ; but nothing drear can move me : i will not, cannot go. 

                                                                                                                             ind. meg masters                                                                                                                                  controlled by; D

[kissesandcream]

I am in class and I am borEDD so hi deep, I want to talk abt genshin HSDJH my friends in discord aren't online and I am ✨lonely✨ SO ANYWAYS, I TOOK THIS SCREENSHOT LIKE 2 DAYS AGO and I am very happy abt it even though I used food buffs and a pyro potion <33 cant wait until I get her to lvl90 but I told myself to level up her talents to lvl8 first before I ascend, also can I talk abt how much primo vishap drops I need for her???? I literally need 20 so that vishap took so much of my resin <//3 but I only need 4 more drops to ascension so thats fine BUT STILL, the talents <//3 I have 100+ energy nectars all for hu tao and mona so I only need those purple books, but then again I only have 1 purple diligence book atm so im gonna use all of my resin again :(( also I just realized the quality of the picture bye, why is the compression so bad ALSO ALSO im planning to post a drawing of mine someday😳 it's a xiao drawing I made for a friend and I think it's cute, but I am nervous and excited at the same time hsdfg I've never really posted my art on public but yes I just wanted to let you know bcuz why not hmngmshdg anyways sorry for the random ramble, class is boring today and I am bored AND my last ask to you wasn't an essay so this is here to also make up for that, I might as well be called the essay anon ngl but I like '🐚 anon' since it has sentiment WAIT WE'RE DOING RECITATION HOLD ON, BYE LUV TAKE CARE AND GL ON MIDTERMS <33

DAYUM THATS SOME DAMAGE

i gave myself one week to make yanfei useful and she does 4k at best <//3 i cba to build dodoco tales for her even though it's probably better than whatever she's on rn but.

NO LITERALLY SHE NEEDS SO MUCH OF THOSE,,,,, the boss fight isnt the vishap it's getting to the vishap,,, DO U KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I GOT LOST TRYING TO FIND IT ITS EMBARRASING

in the end i set up a temporary waypoint but then i kept forgetting to teleport away and so when i logged in its just liyue battle music and angry chonk rock intensify

ey i cant wait to see ur art!! im sure it looks amazing its xiao afterall 😤 i post my art on insta but im rarely ever on there bc i dont have a phone and u cant post on pc so i'll have to wait some months before i give that account some more love <///3 pspsps self promo everyone go look at my ig @kissesand_cream kjnhJHG

DONT APOLOGIZE FOR URE RAMBLES PLS class do be like that and i love talking to u <333 ur middle name can be essay, 🐚 'essay' anon has a ring to it 😌

i hope u had fun at rehearsal!! ill try to last the week through midterms :,)

[isthisthingeven0n]

falling for the wrong person : t.s

brief summary: toddy providing comfort to you after a messy breakup 

word count: 685 requested: yes by an anon - i hope you like the fluff angel :) warnings: shitty exes briefly mentioned

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

some of this is inspired by the song moral of the story by ashe. i love it and it’s all over my tiktok feed (also follow me on tiktok @isthisthingevenon because self promo amiright?) 

“Where did you even find that guy?” Todd brings over a mug as you remain curled up on his sofa as tears continue to fall from your eyes. 

Taking a long sip, you try to think about your response, but the pain burns like the heat to your lips. 

“He was a total dick, honestly.” He scoffs before sitting beside you, wrapping an arm around you instinctively and glances down as you fall into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. “You know, you can do better than him. And what he said, that was all lies.” Todd tries to speak through his anger, seeing how broken you are beside him.

A small sigh leaves your lips as you take another sip, this time the burn isn’t as bad as you remembered. “Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes, Todd.” You tell him quietly, focusing on the photo ahead of you with all of you smiling together, back in a simpler time. 

“Hey,” Todd speaks up, taking the mug from your grasp before setting it down and averting his attention back to you. “you didn’t know what was going to happen, okay?” He focuses on your eyes as tears remain welled inside, he can see how vulnerable you are as you remain consumed in one of his hoodies, cowering away from the outside world. 

“But I should’ve seen it.” You scold yourself. 

“You were in love, Y/n.” Todd reminds you with a sad smile. “You were none the wiser about the real him.” He tries to explain, watching as you softly nod. 

“How did I not notice it?” You question, finding yourself burying your mind into memories you’d blocked out. “Every fight, every dismissal, the comments, the isolation,” You reel off the memories as Todd tries to shut them out. 

Todd will never forget the time you told him you couldn’t hang out. Simply because he didn’t want you around other men. It didn’t matter that Todd was your closest friend, he was another guy you could sleep with in his eyes. 

“Stop.” Todd rests his hands on yours, making you flinch as you return to the room, a safe haven. “Listen to me, Y/n,” His voice softens as you squeeze his hands tighter, not wanting him to let you go. “he did not deserve someone as loving as you, and that’s a fact.” He states, feeling his heartbeat intensifying as you look up at him.

“You don’t have to just say that, Todd.” You brush it off, but Todd shakes his head.

“No, I’m not just saying it, Y/n. God, I’d never just say something like that to you.” He rambles, feeling his heart slowly rising from his chest as he is attempting to display it on a silver platter for you. 

“But he did,” You whisper, still hearing his final words before he slammed the door in your face with a single bag of your belongings rammed inside. “I, I don’t know what to do, Toddy.” You admit, looking up at him and focusing on his gentle gaze. “Two fucking years, gone.” A nervous laugh escapes your lips before your sobs replace it.

“Come here,” Todd mutters as he holds you close, letting you cry into his chest as the tea becomes cold like his jumper from your tears. “I’m always going to be here for you. And I mean it.” He whispers into your hair as he rubs soothing circles into your back as your grip around him remains tight. “I’ll always be here. Because that’s what friends do, Y/n.” 

Even if it breaks his heart to say it, he always will be there as your friend. He’ll always pick up the pieces that trail behind you and put it back together. It hurts, but nothing is more painful than seeing you in pain. 

Sniffing into him you look up at his big brown eyes and force a small smile. “Thank you, Toddy.” You manage to stop your body from shaking for a split second, just catching a smile ghosting his lips. “What would I do without you?” 

[searchingwardrobes]

Self Promo Sunday

Here is another fic of mine from before Tumblr, so this is the first time it's been posted in its entirety here with a picset to go with it. I have honestly always been amazed at the reception this simple one shot has received. I recently also saw someone searching for a fic that takes place around this time in canon, so I thought it might be a good time to repost it. This story was written before Emma told Killian about the dream and the prophecy on the show, so it is now canon divergent.

Summary: As Emma traces the tattoo on Killian's wrist with her thumb, she's more sure than ever that she can't tell him her secret. Killian does something unique to assure Emma she doesn't need to fear the future. Set after 6x02.

Rating: T

Words: a little over 1,500

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The early morning rays of the sun shone through the cracks in the blinds, and Emma Swan blinked at the brightness in front of her eyelids. As she felt herself slowly emerge from the haze of sleep, the first thing that came into focus was the metal hook standing at attention on her nightstand, the curve of stainless steel glinting in the morning light. A sleepy smile filled Emma’s face as memories of the night before came rushing back. Finally – finally! – she and Killian had gotten some uninterrupted alone time, and despite the heavy burden Emma was hiding from him, it had been glorious.

Emma rolled over to face him in their king size bed, slightly surprised that he was still asleep. Her heart constricted as she watched the reassuring rise and fall of his chest. Unable to resist the temptation to be nearer to him, she slowly eased herself to his side, wriggled into the crook of his arm, and lay her head on his chest. Killian shifted in his sleep, but didn’t awaken. Emma was glad; she wanted to drink in the sight of him: his face relaxed in sleep, his dark hair sticking up adorably, and the sheets pooled at his waist. Emma reached up to trace first his jawline and then the scar on his cheek. Her hand stilled as Killian sighed and turned his face into her touch, but he still didn’t waken.

Killian’s vulnerability in sleep and the gentle thud of his heart beneath her cheek suddenly became overwhelming, and Emma turned over to face the nightstand again. Yet she didn’t pull away from his side. His right arm still lay loosely beneath her, and when she looked down, the tattoo at the end of his wrist was on perfect display by the light of the window. It had never bothered her, never made her jealous. She traced it lazily now with the pad of her thumb, over the letters that spelled Milah, the curves of the heart, the jagged edges of the dagger. Killian shifted again behind her. He rolled towards her, gathering her close to him with both arms. He mumbled a good morning against her neck, his breath and scruff tickling her skin.

Neither of them made a move to rise. The rise and fall of Killian’s chest against her bare back made Emma wonder if he had dozed off again. She still hadn’t let go of his right wrist, her thumb still playing over the colors tattooed there. She knew the whole story behind the tattoo now. There should have been no more questions.

“Killian?” Emma whispered.

“Mhm . . .” he responded sleepily, voice muffled against her shoulder.

“Why didn’t you get a tattoo when Milah was still alive?”

Killian chuckled, and she could tell by the sound of his voice that he was fully awake now. “I suppose because she wasn’t quite the romantic I was. She would have found such a gesture . . . sentimental.”

Emma fell silent, glad he couldn’t see her face. Thoughts tumbled in her brain, becoming so twisted up she feared she would never sort them out. The urge to stay here forever – lock the door and keep the rest of the world out – surged up inside her.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Killian began to trail kisses along her bare shoulder. In a teasing voice, he asked, “Are you trying to hint that you want me to get an Emma Swan tattoo?”

“No!”

The word burst from Emma’s throat like a bullet from a gun. She sprang from Killian’s embrace as if his touch burned her. With shaking hands she grabbed her bathrobe and pulled it tight around herself.

“No,” she muttered again, tucking her hair behind her ears and avoiding the hurt she was sure would be in Killian’s eyes. “That’s the last thing I want.”

Before Killian could say a word, she turned and fled from the bedroom. She went downstairs to the kitchen and began making coffee, slamming cabinet doors to try and release her frustrations with the universe. When she turned around, she wasn’t surprised to find Killian standing there.

“Have I done something, love? Something to upset you?”

It broke her heart that Killian assumed this was his fault. She sighed and wearily rubbed her temple. “No, babe, of course not.”

Killian narrowed his eyes, as if attempting to read her. “Are you sure?”

Emma felt her hand suddenly start to shake again. She clasped her hands together to mask it, and in her frustration, she snapped, “Yes, I’m sure!”

Emma saw the fire of his temper flare up in his eyes. “Then why did you respond the way you just did upstairs? As if the thought of a tattoo to symbolize my love for you was grotesque?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Does my tattoo bother you?”

“No!!”

“Then what?!”

“Because a tattoo would mean I’m dead!”

The look on Killian’s face went from anger and hurt to shock in a single moment. “Why would you . . .I don’t . . .” He shook his head in confusion, stepping towards her and taking her hands in his. “Are you ill?”

Emma shook her head, unable to stop the tears from spilling down her face. She couldn’t do this to him. She thought of Liam dying in his arms, of Gold crushing Milah’s heart right in front of him. She thought of the little lost boy with no parents. He had lost everyone. And now, even though he had come back from the dead, he would lose her too.

Emma squared her shoulders and wiped at her cheeks. Killian tried to hold her, but she stepped from his embrace and turned her back.

“I’ll tell you everything, Killian, but I can’t look at you while I do. It hurts too much.” And then it all came pouring out: the visions, what Hyde had said, the oracle in the woods.

“Emma-“ Killian began, his voice laced with comfort, but Emma cut him off.

“I have to get ready for work now.”

Killian didn’t attempt to press her for conversation as she showered and dressed. When she left for the station, he gave her a chaste good-bye kiss on the cheek. Emma avoided eye contact, so she wasn’t sure if he was respecting her space or pulling away to lessen the sting of inevitable loss. She herself was intimately familiar with the latter. She wouldn’t blame him.

He did try to call while she was at work. Only twice – he wasn’t the pushy type. Both times, Emma slid her thumb across the screen to reject his call, the weight of guilt pressing down between her shoulder blades.

That evening, she told her father that it was about time she organized the mess of files the dwarves had left behind while they were all in Camelot. David raised his eyebrows and asked if anything was wrong between her and Hook. Her nerves were so raw, she snapped a “no” in response that made her father visibly jerk. Which made it pretty obvious that things weren’t fine, but her father asked no more questions.

As Emma had planned, by the time she got home, the house was dark. The first thing she noticed when she walked through the front door was Henry’s book bag at the foot of the stairs. Her guilt intensified in realizing she had missed an evening with her son. On the kitchen table were two notes: one from each of her boys. Killian’s informed her in his flowery script that he had left a plate of dinner for her in the fridge. Henry’s, despite everything, brought a smile to her lips: “Mom! Killian helped me finish my homework early so we could have a movie night. Ask him what he thought of Han Solo! Love you, Henry”

Emma, not feeling the least bit hungry, bypassed the fridge and headed straight for the stairs. She tiptoed quietly so she wouldn’t wake anyone. In the master bedroom she found Killian asleep with a book still in his hand and the lamp still on. As her gaze swept over his bare torso, she noticed something on his left shoulder that hadn’t been there before. Easing herself as quietly as possible onto the mattress, she leaned over for a closer look. Sure enough, there on Killian’s left shoulder was a new tattoo, still covered in the sheen of ointment from the tattoo parlor.

Emma gasped softly when she saw what it was. A swan’s neck bending gracefully towards a curved hook to form a heart. The bed shifted, and Emma lifted her gaze to meet Killian’s bright blue eyes. He searched her face in a silent question, then smiled.

“You’ve never minded that I’m sentimental.”

And that was all Killian said as he caught one of Emma’s tears with his thumb. He could have said so many things, and most likely with perfect eloquence. He could have reminded her of Zeus, or all the times they had defied fate. He could have told her he had faith in her to defeat any foe. But he didn’t say any of those things.

He didn’t have to. The tattoo said it all.

[medbae-blog]

                                                 sʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇd ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ                                                  ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴɢs                                                  ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴇᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs                                                  ʜᴇʀᴇ, sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ;                                                  ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅʀᴀᴡ

                                                              😇   😇   😇

                                      independent selective & private angela ziegler from overwatch ! ! !

[carnivoraformes]

Now, Ol' Red, he's the damnedest dog that I've ever seen. And the warden sang come on somebody, why don't you run? Get my lantern, get my gun. Red'll have you treed 'fore the mornin' comes.

Selective. Highly Private. Multimuse. Focus on Honkai Stair Rail and Genshin Impact, but overall all animanga multifandom blog + semi-crossover friendly. Adored By Riyah (25+)

ADULT THEMES PRESENT! MINORS AND PERSONALS DNI!🔞

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND & Angst - Top 9 Scenes

Angst: A feelings of anxiety and frustration that isn’t specific.

In the serial verse, this is exactly why “kyun dard hai itna, tere ishq main?” (why does it hurt to be in love with you?)

Words fall short to praise the writers, actors, production team for the moment they were able to express anguish and sentiments through the facade of denial and ignorance. 

“Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.”  ― Miguel Syjuco, Ilustrado

1. The first promo. Nafrat paas aane na de, mohabbat door jaane na de. This is angst, personified. 2. She tells she’s leaving for Lucknow, forever. He hears she’s leaving him, forever. (S1, E45) 3. He tells her it’s his engagement, and whether it happens or not, how does it matter to her? She tells that it doesn’t matter, with tears stinging her eyes. (S4, E10) 4. When he compels her to marry him. And she agrees. (S6, E4 - S6, E8) 5. When he passionately dances with his wife. The woman he supposedly hates. (S6, E33) 6. "Khushi, please stop crying. Khushi I... I love you.” (S7, E27) 7. “That I love you damnit!” (S8 , E30)

8. “No, Arnav ji will come. I have faith in him. Today is our wedding.” (S9, E30 - S10, E2) 9. “Arnav and Khushi will always stay together.” (S10, E30)

Read more for in-depth thoughts.

“Nafrat paas aane na de, mohabbat door jaane na de.”

“Hate prevents us from growing closer, love forbids us from growing apart.”

This promo had me hook, line and sinker. It was refreshing to watch a rich romance drama, sans any fanciness, that delved deep into symbolism and almost added a sense of forbidden in their love story. In the first image the power play - the financial and status difference is highlighted (brilliant framing) because Khushi literally looks up to Arnav, him unaware of her. And you’re sure that this might be an innocent love, a hidden attraction that is not returned. 

Yet, once Arnav leaves the elevator (and is aware that no one is looking at him), he turns to catch a glimpse of her. So he was aware, very much so, of her gaze. And boy oh boy, the feelings aren’t just returned - they’re intensified! And it’s this continuous push and pull that sets the course of IPKKND. She is wary of his approach, but does not believe his arrogance is all to him. He rebuffs her, but is always pained by her despair. 

She wishes to love him, despite his apparent flaws. He wishes to hate her, despite her apparent perfection. 

Let’s take a moment to appreciate that the shadows of rain fall on her, putting the torn photograph together. She treasures it and holds it against her heart, her eyes wide, afraid and lost. 

While he is in the middle of nowhere, drenched in rain, holding a photograph in his hands. Unable to look more, he crumples the photograph, his eyes tightly shut as if he’s crushing something that’s causing him immense pain.

*chef’s kiss to this promo*

What does a person want apart from two rich characters in a rich storyline with rich layering? You are not just invested in the day the confess their love to each other, rather the journey that takes them there. 

*dreamy sigh*

"Nafrat hai na aapko humse? Humari aukaad se? Humari shakal nahi dekhna chahte hai na aap? Toh khushi ho jaiye, hum aapki nazron se hamesha ke liye door jaa rahe hai. Lucknow jaa rahe hai hum, hamesha ke liye.” (S1, E45)

“So you hate me? My status? You don’t want to see my face, right? Then rejoice! I’m going to be out of your sight, forever. I’m leaving for Lucknow, forever.”

This sounds like a woman wobbling on the edge of feelings for a man. And it awfully sounds like a breakup (which is funny because the story hasn’t even started, or technically it did when their eyes met?)

One of the most interesting thing about this exchange is the way Khushi words her departure. She never says “I hate you,” or “I am leaving with my family to go back home,” or “my stay in Delhi has come to an end.” It’s almost like as if she lived in Delhi all along as was leaving to a new city because of him.

Her departure is attached to his hatred. To her, her status, her face - three things that has hurt Khushi the most. She literally says that she’s going away from his sight, forever.

It’s no wonder Arnav hears something else, that she’s not going home, she’s leaving him. In most waysIPKKND has been heavily biased to Arnav’s point of view - so when she declares the bg score quickly shifts to a soft, instrumental Rabba Ve.

The impact? His world stops for a second and he literally just says one thing, trying to get a hold of her, “Khushi, you can’t leave like this. Khushi!”

This conversation haunts Arnav till no end. He spends every moment henceforth playing everything wrong that he did with her. 

This episode is my favorite because their inner struggles are so visible.

When Lavanya asks Arnav if he loves her the way she is, Arnav looks at Khushi’s desk and says “Yes, I like you the way you are.”

This is the first time Arnav and Khushi develop their sixth sense towards the other - something that manifests deeply over the months to come. Khushi tells herself not to look at Arnav but she does, and is unable to look away. Her feet gives away at his voice, her logic abandons her (talk about pushing a door outward when it opens inward).

When Shyam, over the phone, tells her how much he thinks about her she’s immediately alarmed until he covers his words. With Arnav she’s not afraid of the physical intensity but of his anger, definitely his anger.

It’s the first time Arnav sees how much he affects her, negatively as well.

And their romantic, delicate moments is a scene stealer. Her self respect does not allow him to take his extended hand. His awareness of her pulls him to return her dupatta to him, a gesture that means so much. When they’re both quiet, something else happens altogether.

And then both are disturbed by the thoughts of each other. She’s stunned by his softness. She had noticed when he stopped his rant. And the first woman Arnav thinks of when Anjali tells her about love is Khushi. It’s his anger and personality that prevents Khushi from thinking more about Arnav. 

And it’s also his personality and beliefs (that are now on very shaky grounds) that stop Arnav from accepting the corner of his heart that has, unexpectedly, softened for Khushi. He only allows himself to completely think of her when he’s alone.

*double dreamy sigh - eating butter popcorn for the sigh*

“Khushi meri sagai ho ya na ho, kal ho ya ek saal baad ho, tumhe usse kya farak padta hai?” (S4, E10)

“Khushi, whether I get engaged or not, whether it’s tomorrow or the next year, how does it matter to you?”

The first thing that Khushi replies if, “Why should it matter to me if it’s your engagement?”

It’s not a no. It’s a question she asks him in turn. What does he expect? Why is he asking her this? Why… when it’s too late? And she quickly covers it up with “No, it makes no difference.”

It’s a lie. The minute she looks at him she knows he knows it’s a lie. Big props to the background scorers. We know the question hits Khushi hard because it’s the question she has been avoiding all along. We know that even though Arnav knows it’s a terribly hidden lie, he cannot help being hurt - a big credit to the soft, painful background score apart from the fantastic actors.

And when Khushi justifies her actions with scattered sentences and tears stinging her eyes, Arnav knows the truth. She knows the truth. And they both wait for the other to acknowledge it. And they both know neither can do so. 

The most beautiful, painful and almost tragic part of this scene is that they’re both completely aware and struggling with the weight of their denial. His desperation, perhaps, is a mirror image to Khushi’s desperation when she wanted to know why he nearly kissed her on Diwali. But his desperation is also triggered by the fact that she is engaged to another man. 

One might also wonder that once she can validate her emotions, perhaps break her loveless engagement (which he correctly assumes is forced), then he might get the strength to break his? One might also wonder that Khushi, at this point, has lost all hope for whatever it was between them - yet at his prodding she can only hope if he can ever speak up his mind. And his inability to do so pushes him farther away from her. 

One of the loveliest things about Arnav and Khushi is that they can be interpreted a thousand ways. In one way Arnav’s fury post that scene does not really come from him believing that he does not matter, but rather on her denial. And he’s clearly not thinking clearly. Not ever since he learned her engagement. And Khushi, on the other hand, seems to have accepted her gloomy future, and seems to be sinking onto the thorn she has held onto. 

If you see one of the promo posters, the creatives modified it to Khushi holding a thorned rose that injures her hand (so it’s bleeding) but her gaze is transfixed to the man behind her who’s staring at her too. 

I think that is Arnav and Khushi’s journey. Poetic tragedy. 

A story you’re almost afraid will not have a happy ending. A story where everything wrong happens. So it’s only a bigger pay off that they do end up together, in their happily ever after. 

And honestly, Khushi’s refusal to accept her feelings post their marital status kind of prevents Khushi from seeming immoral or as the ‘third’ woman in Lavanya’s life. Also - I love Anjali at this time who is really the only person constantly worried about Khushi’s lack of happiness for her impending wedding. Not even Lavanya senses Khushi’s despair. 

*I always, always tear up at this scene.*

“Haan ya na? Haan, ya na!” (S6, E4 - S6, E8)

“Yes or no? Yes, or no!” 

The elopement episodes legit kill me. It’s so painful, and it’s painful because it was avoidable! And it’s all built of misunderstandings! There’s so much regret and what ifs that stem from here that this phase alone has inspired so many fan fictions across the world. 

This moment reminds me of Shakespeare’s Othello on how Desdemona was painted as a lose woman by a jealous Iago. And convinced the Othello who had loved his wife endlessly that she was having an extra marital affair with Othello’s best friend and right hand man, Casio. 

In IPKKND, Casio and Iago is built into one Shyam Manohar Jha - a man Arnav trusts immensely. A man so manipulative that it’s almost impossible to believe his vile side until we see it ourselves. It often makes me wonder what if we, the audience, never saw the conniving side of Shyam Manohar Jha? It’s frightening to realize that like Anjali, a lot of us might have had difficulty to understand what could be the truth. 

There are so many reasons why this episode hurt. Khushi expected a proposal. Arnav wanted to propose. And it wouldn’t just be a confession of love, it would be marriage - it was hinted all along with the mehendi, haldi, new bangles for a bride to be and his duty as a damaad to look after his in laws’ relatives. He had behaved so innately as if he were already married to Khushi that it hurt to see their dreams of marriage come true, as a nightmare. 

The push and pull between pain, empathy, betrayal is heartbreaking. Also, I believe it is also one of the few television shows to completely highlight the reason for a sudden, forced marriage. Yes, Arnav technically ‘gains’ agency of Khushi by claiming her as his wife - but that is never physical. 

To be physically close to her is what they both wanted and dreamed off so it’s the first thing he shatters between him and Khushi. They wouldn’t be in the same side of the room, forget the bed. 

Barun and Sanaya’s performance is impeccable in these sequences. Arnav’s constant shift from a cold, calculative monster a man whose heart breaks on his beloved’s tears is so visible. Khushi’s disbelief, to heartbreak to helplessness and ultimate ruin pulls the most of us to run and hug her for the longest time.

When Arnav asks Khushi to marry him, the pose is romantic - with her pressed against him, dressed in the similar shades - much like how they had danced a few nights ago. But it’s all a nightmare, the green tint adds the feeling of nausea, despair and gloom. 

Of course, most of the anger shifts to an Arnav who torments Khushi endlessly for the months to come but most of my hatred at this point is fixed on Snake Jha instead. That man, singlehandedly, destroyed the most beautiful relationship out of his own villainy. 

And if there’s anything I’m unsatisfied with in this serial, it’s how Arnav and Khushi never end up punishing Shyam directly for ruining their individual lives (and for perennially harassing Khushi over a period of seven months). 

When he passionately dances with his wife. The woman he supposedly hates. (S6, E33)

“Bheegi bheegi si hai raatein bheegi bheegi

Yaadein bheegi bheegi baatein bheegi bheegi

Aankhon mein kaisi nami hai,

Aa ha ha ha ... aa ha

Sapnon ka saya palkon pe aaya

Pal mein hasaya pal mein rulaya

Phir bhi yeh kaisi kami hai

Aa ha ha ha ... aa ha Na jaane koi kaisi hai yeh zindagani, zindagani

Hamari adhuri kahani.”

The nights are drenched, so are the memories, the conversations. My eyes are strangely damp. A shadow of my dreams flashed before my eyes. It made me laugh, it made me cry. And yet, there’s something missing. No one knows what this life is. The one of our incomplete story.

This is the song that ran in my head when I watched them dance, painfully similar to way they danced when they were deep in love, in their Teri Meri. The steps are hauntingly same, but the emotions are vastly different. 

For me in this moment Khushi is taken aback at her own feelings. She was so sure she had killed every memory, every feeling of that fateful night when he had danced straight from her fantasies into her heart. And boy she was wrong - those feelings rose back with a vengeance. 

And for Arnav, it’s funny how the dance almost seems like a move to claim Khushi for himself, to exercise his possessive right over her in front of that vile Snake. 

Once they start dancing though, everything fades away apart from the burning intensity they have for each other. This is something private. It’s the thin line between love and lust that they have always walked on. 

His eyes are sharp yet intoxicated, drinking her face like nothing else. Her body is soft, and fluid, melting at his slightest touch. The wonder never leaves her eyes, neither does the sudden hunger. 

Although the idea of the Delhi main Bali and Snake giving her roses *ewww, why didn’t she make an excuse!!!*  and a part of me really wished that Khushi wore a pink saree instead of a salwar (she carries those so well - in that sexy, naive way!), and I wish that Snake disappeared from the planet - this dance was worth it. 

The contrast between Akash Payal’s honeymoon night versus theirs does provide some much needed comic relief, it’s in the little moments such as a lit matchstick or them sharing a couch that kinda shows that the after effects of the dance lingered long in their heads. 

Would I have been happier to have seen them directly carry out the palpable tension and angst that simmered during the dance to the privacy of their room? YES

Would that be possible on Indian television? Probably no

Do I respect the writers’ decision? Yes

Is this a perfect combination of angst and sexual tension? Heck yeah, why do you think I’m writing this! 

Why do I love this scene - it has everything synonymous to Arnav and Khushi; the angst, passion, conflicted emotions and a hope that the fire hadn’t dimmed out. 

*totally fanned myself and mentally thought that they were gonna blow up in flames or sexual frustration or the angsty thing of this whole situation at this point*

"Khushi, please stop crying. Khushi I... I love you.” (S7, E27 - S7, E28)

This was not a confession of love. This was a man’s last words. Arnav knew he would never get another chance to speak to her. As they say, death often brings about the biggest realizations and the biggest regrets. Yet again, this was a situation that could have been avoided. 

If he listened to her.

If he had trusted her. 

If he had allowed her to take him back home. 

The ‘what ifs’ were too much. There was nothing more for Arnav to lose. And he couldn’t die without telling the only woman he ever loved that he never hated her. That he only, ever, loved her. Nothing else mattered. 

On the other side Khushi had lost every hope of ever getting her love returned. His acerbic words and accusations had clawed her insides so much that logic, reasoning and even his hatred had fated away. He had to have known that she had always loved him. But she was so afraid to say anything that she could only cry when she heard his voice. And even before she could say what she wanted, he said the impossible. 

He loved her. 

Despite everything. 

The angst is so heavy over here because Khushi’s joy and Arnav’s tragedy are so well put next to each other. On one end Khushi is floating with the thought of being loved and on the other Arnav is drowning for the very same reason. It’s one thing to verbalize your love, and another to never get the opportunity to live it. 

True, Arnav wouldn’t have confessed his love if his life wasn’t in danger. He definitely would have come to that conclusion long after. It’s just that his brush with probably death broke away every hesitation, fear, doubt, betrayal he faced. 

And nothing apart from an ‘I love you’ would’ve rendered Khushi speechless. It’s also disheartening that she realizes he would have never told her the same if things were normal. 

The frustration, the pain, it’s beautiful! 

Also one thing I found very interesting is that he cuts the call before Khushi can reply to him. Maybe her shock, her tears, her happiness (now that they are immensely in sync with each other), reveal that his feelings were returned (yup I’m an optimist!)? Maybe that’s why they didn’t need to say anything to each other apart from knowing that they’ve both been blind (once they meet each other into that legendary hug)? 

It’s interesting that out of all the things that haunt him when he’s kidnapped - it’s how he reacted after knowing her version of truth. And Khushi, dear Khushi, she sees everything at his one confession - and perhaps it tells us all what she ever wanted to hear all along. Just like Arnav could forgive her everything at the possibility of never seeing her again, Khushi could forgive his anything at the slightest chance of him loving her back.

Also, one quick side note - I love how this parallels to the first promo. There Khushi held the torn photo together and held it against her heart. Here, Khushi’s belief in their broken relationship gets a 180 turn and she grasps her phone against her heart. There Arnav crumples the worn photo and closes his eyes in pain. Here, he cuts the call and grips the phone and closes his eyes in pain, again. 

Full circle much? 

*nope, totally didn’t cry when this happened, just some water leaks on the glands outside my eye ok*

“That I love you damnit!” (S8 , E30)

Isn’t it funny that the two most angsty moments in the show are the two times that Arnav ‘confesses’ his love to Khushi. And in fact it’s not that he’s confessing his love, it’s something they both know, it’s always more than that. 

Totally negating the fact that there was an awkward-almost-forced-no-communication-what-the-heck-hate-it that-they-look-hot-weird-consummation sequence, let’s jump to Khushi overtly persisting Arnav about the necessities of marriage and rituals and Arnav finally breaking it to her that he loves her.

Given what happened (when he blamed her for everything wrong that happened in Anjali’s marriage) it’s perhaps easy to understand why Khushi would, again, need verbal assurance of who was she to him and what was her place in life.

In her mind it makes absolute sense that even if he proclaimed several times that he is her husband and she is his wife after that, she needed his words as his actions and words have contradicted a lot over time. 

In his mind everything also makes sense. He married her (terribly, might I add), things were going better, they have shared a bed and are used to each other’s physical spaces and were always pretty close to kissing, if not sex (to be canon compliant, we can always imagine a much more eager Khushi and less creepy Arnav actually ready to bang in the hut). 

So over here, in this scene, it’s the height of their frustrations and their differences in ideologies. Arnav has been a man of actions, Khushi has been a woman of words. 

We can see how different they are, fundamentally and in a way it’s hilarious because both want the same thing. It’s kinda crucial to see that despite wanting the same thing - they really can’t understand each other at this point. He wants her to act. She wants him to say. And neither are getting the other in this process. 

And even though he yells at her and stares at her with this intense release of their bubbling emotions - it was hot. Strangely it was because we’ve all heard of the calm before the storm, this was more like a calm after the storm. 

And what’s sweet is that Khushi is always stunned. She stares at him and slowly lets it sink in about what he said. (I wish Arnav stuck around than swagger walked away because she went back into the room and positively glowed).  So although this might not be my most favorite angst moment, the time when they just stare and Khushi goes through this phase of shock, understanding and a ‘why-didn’t-you-tell-me-before’ and he goes through irritation, understanding and then back to annoyance is the last bit of angst that they have against each other. 

And for some reason, he does leave before he can hear her reply. Again. 

*they looked so, so hot. Can’t believe this episode was nearly ruined by the forced suhaagraat. So glad she gets to tell him ‘I love you’ in this same outfit.*

“Jiji, agar woh waapas nahi aye toh hum kya karenge? Agar woh waapas nahi aye toh hum kya karenge?!” (S9, E30 - S10, E2)

“Jiji, what will I do if he never returns? What will I do if he never returns!?” 

In this context it can loosely be translated to what will happen to me if he never returns as well. 

Oh God these episodes tug my heartstrings so much. As I said, everything terrible seems to be happening to these two. And just as they resolved every bit of doubt between themselves, fate played them into the hands of the things that mattered most to them - family.

One of the reasons why I truly love this episode is because how ferocious Khushi is. She loves him, after the massive journey they’ve had, and heck will she allow anyone to destroy that. Her paranoia, fear and almost maddening level of love was such a refreshing change. 

It’s not that she was just sobbing - no, she was constantly shifting between anger, denial, cries, yells, silence - everything. She nearly lost her mind at the thought of never getting him back again. And YES! This is my most favourite Khushi - the passionate, determined, vulnerable, strong, vocal Khushi. 

And Arnav, oh God I truly cried for him. His struggles, his tears - I loved that he collapsed and cried his lungs out. I loved that he kept on trying to make sense of his life and collect the pieces of memory floating around to give an answer. 

The angst, the fight against the past, the ultimate payoff - completely worth it. He made the right decision and he was still shaken by everything. Khushi, despite yelling at Dadi when that woman had the audacity of orchestrating this event, still murmured her apology to Arnav - respecting his family relations. They’re both quintessentially who they are, but at this point of time they understand each other in a completely different level.

(Which is why the future tracks don’t make much sense. Neither does the situation of Ek Jashn because no way would Arnav forget this day, out of everything.)

This day could have gone so, so wrong. But it does not. The angst of the two episodes builds up so well that I was crying when Arnav met with an accident - because he running his way back to his Khushi. The symbolism is flowing so heavily in these scenes. 

It’s literally what keeps on happening in their lives. Khushi keeps her hope until it’s impossible and Arnav proves her wrong (delightfully so) by saying the most important things to her or even by making the most important decision. An optimist and a responsible decision maker - life looks good for them. 

Kudos to the sound team for the way they handled the music - especially when Khushi rubbishes her thoughts of the broken bangles, is over excited at Arnav’s arrival and rushes down the stairs to meet him (breaking every single ritual cause rituals actually didn’t matter) and despite all the joy the dread in the background score is so good and effective. 

Would I have liked if Arnav kept his hair up, if the phere flashback was omitted cause we just proved that pheres weren’t the issue and if the frothy pink white background was something different and darker - even like just the simple mandir as the mandir wedding aesthetic was prettier - definitely. BUT, that’s just minor irrelevant details. 

*lets out a soft breath when Arnav kisses Khushi’s forehead after they marry... yes, angst is gone... totally gone. Thank God*

“Arnav aur Khushi hamesha saath rahenge.” (S10, E30)

“Arnav and Khushi will always stay together.” 

Damnit, I’m getting emotional! Look at what the last angsty moment is between them. The first time I sensed angst, it was the impossibility of them getting together. And now, it’s the impossibility of them living apart. 

That’s exactly why I am in love with this series - this is called growth. 

I so sincerely wished the rest of the Aarav track was dealt with this much of maturity instead of the stupid comedy that was off putting. But you have to give the props to the writers, actors and production team for coming up with this soft, slightly angsty, emotional moment about the two characters who are so true to their nature yet fear another external force pulling them apart. 

It’s a beautiful insight to the future. That Khushi would accept her vulnerabilities. That Arnav would reassure her and have his life knocked back into him when she would be next to him. That Arnav and Khushi would discuss everything together, now their differences remained superficial and their understanding was skin deep. 

They understand all that without saying much. No humor, no belittling Khushi, no family harping on Arnav 2.0, no Khushi losing her maturity/intelligence/brains and no Sheetal becoming besties of Raizada for no reason.

This scene is such a beautiful moment between the both of them - precisely why the Mrs. India track felt like such a terrible downfall in their relationship. It didn’t make sense based on what was established in this episode. 

Arnav and Khushi need each other. There’s no ego, no pride, just a deep level of understanding and a connection that rivals almost everything else. Over here Arnav isn’t angry at Khushi for making crazy connections, he’s speaking the possibilities with her and how futile her fear is because they are married and in love - she should be with irrespective of the consequences.

Over here Khushi isn’t hiding her thoughts or lying to him, she’s exposing her fears and worry. As an orphan she feels the necessity of making sure Aarav has a parent - especially if his father is hearty and alive. And she allows herself to be strengthened from the faith Arnav has in them and himself. 

This one scene immediately made me empathize with both Arnav and Khushi. This is perhaps one of their very few soft conversations that happen on screen. Is there anything called soft angst? That hug made me weak in my knees. That’s love folks, that’s love. That’s how we envision Arnav & Khushi in future. 

*imagines the soft kisses and moments these two might have had. Cries because it’s fluff meets smut and feels and damn they’re gorgeous*

PHEW! THAT’S THE END AND THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR STICKING ONTO THIS ONE! One last, final, quick note - all of this is obviously from my point of view and no way am I even right in perceiving the show - everyone has their own opinions so feel free to add notes! 

[autumnsnuggling]

Self Promo Fic Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people

Thanks @gnarf for the tag! Sorry it took me a while! So I don’t have 10 fics unless I include a few drabbles, so here I am, breaking the rules lmao! But I hope you enjoy anyway!

1. Sunlight woke Draco gently; hazy warmth enveloped him, particularly around his middle. – Things are Different Now. Teen. 1.3k. Draco was in an abusive relationship, Harry challenges a few ideas. Angst and Fluff all in one. 

2.  It shouldn't be this difficult. – Leaving Home. Technically only 500 words so more of a drabble but I love this and I want to rec it because it didn’t get much attention lol. Teen. Draco’s forced to leave Malfoy Manor. ANGST.

3. “NO!” – It Began With a Royal Sticky Mess. Teen. 5.5k. Warnings for Depression and Grief. Lots of angst. Harry has a bad day, Draco taunts him and he ends up crying. Draco then panics and ends up hugging him! (Lol, my first lines are not very indicative of the content lmao). 

4. Draco was suffocating; his vault of self-control had been damaged, his meticulously constructed fortress of safety had been breached and now he was left struggling against his emotions. - … Then Time Stood Still… 4.2k. Second part to the above fic. Same warnings with an in-depth exploration of a panic attack… Do I ever write fluff? Yikes! 

5. Harry's eyes shuttered closed, the ache in his chest intensifying. – Don’t Let It Win. Teen. 1.4k. Once again we have angst lol. Depressive episode being explored. Plus Hurt/Comfort. 

6. Grimmauld Place was shrouded in darkness as Harry tiptoed through the front door. – Whole Again. General Audiences. 650 words. WE HAVE FLUFF!!!! Harry comes home and finds everything he’s ever dreamt of. 

7. The cacophony of sounds, mismatched colours, and clashing furniture that defined the Burrow, never failed to make him cringe. – Decorum is Overrated. General Audiences. 2k. MORE FLUFF. HOORAY! Draco spends Teddy’s birthday with the Weasley’s and finds himself exhausted by the little tyke. 

8. It was late when Harry entered the dorm. – Peace at Last. Teen. 1.4k. And once again we’ve got angst, Hurt/Comfort. Draco has a nightmare and Harry helps him. 

9. Draco sank down into his favourite plush armchair in the eighth year common room, sighing in relief. – What is Wrong with You? Teen. 2.5k. Angst (who’s surprised by this point?). Draco leaves Hogwarts regularly and comes back in a foul mood. Harry calls him out on it. 

10. Harry just didn’t understand it. – The Revelation. Teen. 1.4k. Angst. Warnings for panic attacks and anxiety in general, but there is hurt/comfort too! This, believe it or not, was my first ever fic! Harry makes a discovery concerning his past. Draco’s on hand to provide some help. 

I have no idea who has been tagged/who even writes and publishes, so anyone who wants to do this absolutely can. That was very fun, but I definitely feel like I need to write more fluff lmao.

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Guilt Heritage 2.0

Jack meta

Supernatural 14x17 spoiler GAME NIGHT(with some 14x18 spoiler too)

Hello my dear Fandom!! Here I'm with my second meta, if you want to read the first one is here.

Before I start with this, I will need you to read this mini meta I wrote about guilt heritage.

The game was broken (Mary, Sam and Dean)

The game colored red (Dean toxic behavior) and yellow (Sam) was broken, Dean couldn't fix it... Something is gonna hurt in this episode...

Mary was acting with mother instincts the whole day... She discovered early that something was wrong about Jack's behavior... And if she could read future, she was talking so lovely with their sons... Every dialogue seemed like a goodbye letter.

And she witnessed the dark side of Jack... Brought by Michael's grace... Intensifying his father's essence in him. Burning Nick to death.

She was trying so hard to make Jack to understand he was doing wrong, and that they will help him, because they are family, but at the same time she was afraid of him. Jack noticed this and he also have this dark thought, maybe a desire, Dean and Sam will be mad at him if Mary tell them the truth...

Yes... The game (Dean and Sam) is broken... The game represented Dean and Sam's childhood, that's why that was a foreshadow for the sad events that will come in this episode.

First of all, Dean thought Sam was about to die, we had the following scene... Involving games again...

But... their childhood will be broken again... now that we don't know what happened to Mary... something happened with her, we will see the next episode.

Castiel's white lies

And as I said before,Castiel is giving the same steps Dean made, healing too. He has to learn, and he will, very painfully, that telling lies to "protect" his family, isn't right.

He was having this toxic behavior the whole season, first with the Empty, and now with Soulless!Jack.

When he faces Anael, his angelical mirror, he had to confront his fears right inside of him. He had this dialogue I put in the gifs, fears to the truth, he can't avoid it anymore, he even repeated after her THE TRUTH?? Bc he is afraid of that, he is afraid to tell the truth to Dean and Sam, bc he doesn't want them to suffer. And because he doesn't want to face it.

So he carries with the whole backpack by himself. Knowing they have each other, he need to learn how to share bad times too.

Jack... And the guilt heritage.

If you recall the gorgon scene...

The bisexual Gorgon kick out AUMichael from Dean's head... We could say the Bisexuality/Noah released Dean from Michael .

And immediately after that... Jack killed Michael and literally, ate his grace, he received one of his parents guilt heritage. A very dark and toxic behavior, and he is leading now with that.

Now it was time for Sammy.

Nick hurted Sam head against the car and with a rock, calling him LUCIFER'S PERFECT VESSEL with such jealousy and rage. And now, as we could see in the promo video from 14x18, Jack is seeing Lucifer in his head (as Sammy did in season 7). So this way we could say, Nick released Sam from Lucifer guilt, and now is Jack who is receiving that heritage.

But, in these two cases (Dean/Bisexuality and Sam/Lucifer) we can name CAS as the cause of their cure.

Castiel, being the love interest for Dean, releasing him through his self acceptance, to won't the battle against REPRESSION of feelings.

Castiel taking Sam's pain in 7x17 and releasing him from the Lucifer hallucinations.

The equation lead us to CAS having the DECODER RING and THE KEY to solve this mess with Jack... Maybe contacting God... Let's see.

To conclude:

The game in game night was a representation of Dean and Sam childhood, the problem was it was out of function or broken, foreshadowing the almost Sam's death and what happened to Mary bye the end of the episode.

Castiel is facing his mistakes, he has to confront his fears to tell his friends the truth, and understand lie to protect his friends, isn't a good technique. He doesn't need that burden neither.

Jack is soulless and dangerous, because he can't distinguish good acts and wrong acts. He is acting by instinct and with logic. But the guilt heritage from his father's and his dark side, is now powered by Michael's grace.

The end is coming and I can tell... We are gonna suffer my friends... Let's hug each other. 😭😭💔

I hope you like this! C-u around! 😘💕💕

I wanted to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder who made for me all the gifs you have seen in this meta! Thank you girl! 💕💕

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @mrsaquaman187 @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @agusvedder @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @castiellover20 @whyjm @koshisekisen @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @cheerstofandomfamily @drsilverfish @savannadarkbaby @angelneedshunter @trickster-archangel @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976

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