#suffering from writer's block

[infiniterequiem1743]

Code and Geass: The False Truth (Contains Spoilers)

The following is a collection of my opinions and my perspective on the story of Code Geass. Everyone is free to their own views and arguments, I simply ask you to keep them constructive. (I DO NOT OWN CODE GEASS)

The geass' magical ability is something that can change the world with its mere existence. Throughout the series, we have seen countless times how potent of an ability the geass is. And while it is an awesome ability, what can be seen as an ability designed to further the story is actually a destructive portrayal of what each and everyone of us can do. If everyone had a geass tailored to fulfill their deepest desires, then the global war Lelocuch caused would be nothing compared to the chaos and bloodshed a geass-filled world would create. Geass as a concept, as previously mentioned, is the manifestation of the user's desires in an ability that can help them reach their goals. The geass is obtained when it is bestowed upon them by a Code Bearer, an immortal who had forsaken their geass for immortality. The most famous contract between geass user and code bearer is the one between C.C. and Lelouch. But code and geass go hand in hand as complete opposites, creating a yin and yang style relationship of misfortune.

But what geass is varies. It is a symbol and power designed to be destructive, coming from the base instincts of humanity. But the idea of a geass is a mind-altering idea, a concept that so few understands or comprehends correctly. Just the mere IDEA of Lelocuh having a geass was enough for the Black Knights to get scared into joining Schneizel. It is that same fear that manifests the geass, the ability to control one's own destiny. The power over people, fate, reality, time, death, anything the user desires. But the price of obtaining geass further separates the mortal from mortality and morality. The more someone uses a geass, the more it consumes them. It drives the user further to depravity, cutting off their bonds and isolating them from the rest of the world. But honestly, why shouldn't they? They are the second closest things to gods on the mortal plane, commanding concepts thought to be out of human reach. We see this as the geass user starts to mature and as time goes on, especially with C.C. Someone who had just wanted to be loved found her entire reality shattered because of her geass. She was given love, just a false love. A love that manipulates the emotions of others for her own personal gain. That is not what love is, but it was the love she understood to be love. Geass picks the user up at their lowest before breaking them back down even deeper. It is a cruel and unrelenting curse.

But geass isn't the only curse, as the immortals of Code Geass had shown time and time again. Code is what code bearers need to become immortal, but must lose the ability of geass in the process. The only exception I can currently think of is Lelocuh in the Resurrection movie. (Sidenote: What do y'all think of that movie? Comment your opinions and I'll do a genuine deep dive into the benefits and downsides if this does well enough. Anyway, I digress.) But in my opinion, code is the complete opposite of what geass is. Instead of a mortal trying to play god, it is a god trying to play mortal. They have reached the pinnacle of human stature, an immortal that can't die and can make contracts that create demigods. The cost? Everything. All ideas of humanity, everything that you once knew, is now gone. Code bearers don't fear death, but instead crave it. The idea of wishing for death is more than abnormal for humanity, especially with the uncertainty that comes with it. But as an immortal, there are no rules or punishments you have to play by. So when a human loses their humanity, they become a shallow husk of themselves. There are some obvious outliers, ones that go against my previous statements as shown through the main story. But think of how long humanity has lasted and how many code bearers made contracts with humans. Imagine the emptiness of watching the worst of humanity manifest itself through a power you created. Watch as the person you once knew only became subject to their basic instincts of desire. It is a fate that no regular person can overcome on their own, one that takes away everything you love.

Geass is the manifestation of one's own desires, forming into a power that is almost impossible to control. But as time goes on, the user simply becomes the physical representation of what the geass is. As for code, it is the taming of geass to become something far more powerful. But with greater power comes greater suffering. Code strips away what was left of the geass user, simply becoming an immortal shell that is forced to walk the earth. These two can teach a lesson on how to behave ourselves not just for our own good, but for others. Do not let the appeal of power or godhood define your actions, as it will end in a neverending hole of wanting more. Instead, it is through the acceptance of one's humanity that people find purpose.

Random Question: What's your favorite OST to write to? I've nearly gone through all the anime one's I like, so I might need some recommendations.

[bluewolfangel01]

-The way to a demon's true form is cuddles-

When comfortable and very relaxed, and mainly alone with mc/you, the demon brothers shift into their demon forms, on purpose or not, and you can't change my mind about that

I imagine when cuddling or sleeping with Levi or Belphie and they'll let their demon forms out, they'll curl up slightly and wrap their tail around you

Levi's tail will wrap his tail mostly around the legs and arms, and maybe if he's a bit more needy then normal, around the torso

Belphie's tail will wrap around any and everywhere, he'll even let you use the fluffy bit of his tail as a pillow or cuddle buddy sometimes the tail will even move on its own to be held by you but Belphie will never admit it

Sadly Satan's tail is too sharp to be allowed to be cuddle with, unless precautions are taken, but if there's a nice plush blanket wrapped around you or his tail then it can be cuddled with

When cuddling or sleeping with Mammon or Lucifer and their demon forms make an appearance, they tend to wrap their wings and arm(s) around you

Mammon being the clingy boy he is, likes to fully wrap both of his arms and both of his wings around you, he requires to be held or doing the holding there is no other way (unless you just don't care to have demon form cuddles)

Lucifer is okay with almost any cuddling position (he's a bit iffy if you want to be big spoon though) he's happy as long as he's holding you to some capacity, although his two favorite ones are where he is big spoon and he'll wrap his wings and arms around you or the other where he'll hold you with an arm and 2 of his wings

Although Asmo and Beel both have wings their wings are not as sturdy and a tad more delicate then Luci's or Mam's are which sadly means theres a slight risk if their wings are laid on, but that doesn't stop demon form wing cuddles

Idk why but I feel like Asmo probably has the weakest wings so he can't just wrap em around you while sleeping to make sure they dont get crushed, but he does like holding your hand and laying his wings on top of you while laying on his stomach if his demon form does decide to show itself

Although Beel's wings are stronger then Asmo's, he still has insect wings, so he can only lay them on top of you sadly, but when he's really happy/comfy, which mainly happens when he's holding you in his arms, his wings will make buzzing sounds

[zorlok-if]

I fucking loathe this ad that keeps showing up on my dash.

How about "help me fight the person who created you"?

[azen13]

Just read the Sunday short from the pawnshop and it was indeed everything I had hoped for!! 12/10, very tasty, would absolutely consume again. Stellaron Hunter Sunday is such a power trip. I hope darling has a good time ♡ I can't help but feel that while Sunday would let darling play video games with Silver Wolf and interact with Firefly, he would be wary about letting darling interact with Kafka or Blade...

CW: Yandere Themes, Spoilers for Penacony's Story Quest

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Oh, absolutely. Best believe that in the first few weeks after reuniting with you, Sunday barely lets you out of his grasp. He'll run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his wings puffing up whenever one of the other Stellaron Hunters so much as comes near you.

I definitely agree that out of all of them, Blade is the one he tries to keep you away from the most. Ominous aura, brooding personality, mysterious past? Someone so gentle and pure as you cannot be around someone so unstable and amoral.

Kafka is 50/50. As long as she keeps her teasing and slyness at hand, Sunday is alright with you having some interactions with her. But the moment she starts flustering you and asking too many questions, Sunday is quick to pull you back in his arms, making some quick excuse as to why the two of you must leave.

Firefly I'm conflicted about. From what we saw in the story question (to the best of my knowledge at least), her views directly oppose Sunday's. Because of this, I want to believe that Sunday would actually try to keep you away from Firefly at all costs because of what she might inspire you to do. One spark can start a blaze, after all.

And then there's Silver Wolf. I think after a while, Sunday would likely be alright with you interacting with her. When he watches you playing video games, he'll try to understand what the two of you are playing, though his comprehension varies. Fighter games? When Silver Wolf hands him a controller, his character just flails around for a bit, before either you or Silver Wolf KO him. But give him a sandbox game, and he'll be making palaces and paradises just for you. The affection he shows as you all play is so glaringly obvious that eventually, Silver Wolf leaves.

[clancycosmic]

More Shenaniverse! Legend has agreed with Hyrule to avenge Sky! Do not worry! The blorbo was not harmed! Now, how will Legend exactly do this? Which item will he choose? Or if he can pick up Twilight to begin with?

[the-bloody-sadist]

ONLY SIX OF YOU WILL SEE THIS IM SURE BUT I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN TODAY AND I AM MAKING PROGRESS ON THAT SINNER EPILOGUE THATS BEEN THE HANGNAIL OF MY LIFE LATELY AND I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH IVE FELT LIKE I CANT WRITE ANYMORE BECAUSE MY FOCUS AND MOTIVATION HAS BEEN FUCKED UP (since my brain is too aware that writing doesn’t make me money and new followers, ART does, so I’m wasting time) BUT I DONT KNOW MAYBE I STILL GOT IT. QUESTION MARK.

THATS ALL. 🫡

JUST KNOW IM WRITING THAT SINNER THING.

On a quieter note, I really miss having commentary and compliments on my writing. It was a huge source of fulfillment and comfort to me. I still get a nice trickle of it over the months from new Sinner readers mostly, but I miss when I was posting Dancing With Death on here (even though I loathe looking at the absolute dogshit versions that are up on tumblr because the formatting for posts is INSANE and I can’t copy-paste from my word doc for updated edits….oh god the minx sex chapter is so bad…oh god…) to the point where I’m ALMOST. Almost. Thinking about taking it out of Patreon lockdown and posting all of the chapters I have here? Because I’m really stuck on it and I think that any sort of feedback/interest might be the shove I need to start working on it again.

That is, if it even gets interest 🙂‍↕️ which is the issue. Do I want to sacrifice the small chance I have at professionally publishing DWD by posting everything on here and dooming it to self-publishing? Or do I want to keep it in the basement on Patreon where nobody engages with it except my best bud (who’s the biggest fan I love him so much) and I’m not sure if I’m making the right story choices….?

TOUGH DECISIONS. I DONT USUALLY POST ABOUT RANDOM THOUGHTS BUT IVE HAD TO CUT OFF SO MANY PEOPLE AFTER THE ELECTION AND IM A BIT LONELY. YOU UNDERSTAND IM SURE.

OKAY GOODNIGHT SLEEP TIGHT MUAH SHOULD I SING YOU A LITTLE LULLABY?? NO???????? NO??? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!?

[tamprongs-and-padsfoot]

The URGE to write an absolutely heart wrenching and angst-filled fanfic is KILLING ME RIGHT NOW. But do I have the motivation? Lmao no

[duskandstarlight]

169 unread asks and submissions. I guess this is what happens when you disappear huh?

[headfullof-ideas]

I saw @dark-orca-dynasty draw an incorrect quote with Ant and Fontaine in it, remembered the actual hundreds of incorrect quotes I’ve compiled, some of which wound up posted to Ao3, further remembered I know how to draw, and decided to draw a few of them. I have plenty more beyond these three and very well may just draw more

[missdarhk]

GUESS WHOS FINALLY WRITING AGAIN GUESS WHO GUESS WHO

[ghoulbrain]

i finished the draft for the first chapter of my medieval fantasy ghoulcy fic and i just hope folks are ready for this to become my entire personality. preview under the cut!

The walk was littered with blackened torches, this part of the dungeon rarely patrolled. Maximus continued until he was at the end–the last cell. It was silent inside. He glanced at King Henry, who nodded solemnly, his own eyes focused on the darkness. He lifted his torch through the bars, partially illuminating the pitch black cell.

A figure laid flat on the floor at the edges of the light, face covered by a weathered wide brimmed hat. Their hands were folded over their sternum, their ankles crossed. Their cloak was splayed beneath them in a tattered mess, the fabric crawling across the stone floor like reaching tendrils. They wore a pauldron on their shoulder that boasted long, sharp spines. Their armor was so dark, it didn’t glint in the firelight. It swallowed it. 

There was no fog of breath, no sign of life within the figure. Maximus felt a chill of nervous anticipation roll up his spine. While ghouls were aplenty, an affliction of the cursed magic surrounding the kingdom of Vaultence, there was only one entity that was referred to solely as The Ghoul, and for the first time in his life, Maximus was looking directly at him.

King Henry stepped forward, cloaked in heavy furs to abate the chill of the dungeon. “Rise, Ghoul,” he said, standing closer to the bars than Maximus was comfortable with.

There was no answer. The figure did not move.

The king’s lips pursed. “I know you can hear me.”

Deep laughter echoed in the darkness. Slowly, stiffly, as if reanimating from death, the Ghoul rose into a sitting position, hand catching his hat to slide it atop his bald head, turning to look at them. It took everything in Maximus not to wince at the sight of him.

The Ghoul’s eyes were deep set, pitch black in the shadows cast by the fire. His skin was dry and gnarled, lips pulled in such a way that his yellowed teeth were perpetually on display. In the center of his face, a great black hole served as his nose.

“Well, well, well…” The Ghoul drawled in a low oily voice. He had the accent of a man from the Outer Ring of the kingdom, where the livestock and crops were farmed. “How long’s it been this time, Hank?”

[angels-creative]

alignment chart 2/??

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

MK: You can eat a block of cheese or work on your play, which one are you gonna do? Macaque: *a known lactose intolerant person* eat a block of cheese clearly MK: *facepalms*

(@/i-am-a-fan be like :3/j)

[opttagoyeo]

Naruto: I'm home, Hinata!

Hinata: Welcome home, Naruto-kun!

Hinata: Would you like to take a bath first?

Naruto: Sure! thanks a lot Hinata!

after that>>>

Naruto: I'm super refreshed!

Hinata: Naruto-kun, would you like some coffee, milk or m-me?

Naruto: *mouth hangs open* *towel falls dramatically on the ground*

Naruto: S-say WHAT, Hinata?! *flustered*

Hinata: Uhm, I asked you Naruto-kun if you would like coffee, milk or tea?

Naruto: A-ah.. AH! ah *chuckling awkwardly* ! *hand on his neck* Oh, a tea would be nice, Hinata! *embarrassed to the core* *flushed face*

'What the heck is wrong with me? ' - Naruto

'He almost caught that! How can I proceed to tell him without fainting?! ' - Hinata

end.

[stargazer-dreamer]

It's on the Tip of My Tongue Chapter 2

character: yami sukehiro

content warnings: denial of feelings, jealousy

reader: gender neutral; ring magic user

chapter list: 1, 2 [you are here]

notes: also on ao3. 2k word count. pre-relationship. part of the stoprewind verse

Mealtimes at the Black Bulls were chaotic. In the week leading up to your official first day, you had no idea—you hadn’t dined a single meal with them. Either out for lunch with Finral during a break, or so focused on getting your room cleaned that you didn’t notice the plate left for you at the door until it grew cold, you hadn’t sat down at the table with everyone until the ebony robe sat upon your shoulders and the paperwork was properly filed away. And even then, it took the witch coming out to find you and bring you back already in the thick of it to get you to understand exactly how hectic things could get.

It was well-past noon, and you and Yami had wandered aimlessly throughout the forest talking. It turns out, he was serious about getting to know you—but his version of this seemed to only consist of asking unrelated questions one after another until you were sure he didn’t actually care about the answers he was getting at all. It became quite repetitive, a question and a reply, the captain barely sparing a moment to reflect on your answer given until he’s moved on to the next.

He probably does this to all the new guys, you thought, stepping over a fallen tree branch in the path, to help them feel included. You were going to be living under the same roof—you figured the plan was that Yami would spend some quality time with you before returning back to his normal routine. Break the ice, learn some facts about you, converse a little. The two of you were, after all, supposed to be working closely together from then on out. It made sense that he would be working from a mental script—he was the captain. This was apart of the job.

Nothing else to it. Nothing at all. But I didn’t know Yami was such a poor conversationalist…

It was starting to get ridiculous. You watched as he bent to pick the branch off of the ground. Pausing for a moment, he slowly rose to full height with it in hand, an unidentifiable look sitting on his face. Eyes on the branch, you watched as his eyebrows furrowed. And then, in a large swooping motion, he whipped the branch to the side. You blinked. He did it again, and again, and again, and with one step forward one more time, before straightening back up again.

After a pause, he looked at you, tossing the branch to the side. He said—“What do you like to eat?”

For a moment, all you could do was stare. What kind of a demonstration was that? And that’s what he decided to ask you? Mouth opening trying to formulate a response, you were needlessly cut off by a rising, grumbling noise. It came from Yami’s direction. The longer it continued, you realized that it was coming from the captain himself. Namely: his stomach.

“Oh!” you bit back a laugh, understanding the question now. “Oh, you’re—okay, yeah! We can find a place in town. Here—” a ring left one of your fingers and hovered in midair between the two of you. “There’s a place I really like that serves—”

“There you two are!”

Voice drowned out by the sudden interruption, the two of you looked skybound. Up higher than the trees, a figure on a broomstick waved, her dark robe stark against the sky. Flying in a sweeping circle, she found a break in the treeline and descend; the wide brim of her hat fluttering in the wind as she did. Landing, she walked over with the stick over her shoulder. Her eyes shone like jewels, tinted lips curving the closer she got. She was recognizable even from a glance—Vanessa Enoteca.

“I was sent to look for you guys!” she said, with a hand on her hip. She was as beautiful as they say. Perhaps moreso, in person. “Figured you guys would be in town by now, but now that I think about it—this makes way more sense!” She smiled at you like she knew something, but you were certain you had absolutely no clue on what exactly that something was. Before you had time to respond however, her gaze traveled. “A quiet little outing—I didn’t expect that from you, Yami!”

The captain shifted his weight, reaching for a new cigarette and swatting at your still-floating ring, causing it to return to your finger.

The action didn’t go unnoticed, but, “Lunch is ready,” she was carrying on. “Let’s get back and eat!” And with that, she turned on her heels and started down the path with a bounce in her step.

Hesitating, you adjusted the now resting ring on your finger. The final piece of the puzzle put itself into place in your mind as Yami’s hand came down gently on your shoulder as he passed you, leaning down so his next words were heard by you only—“Next time,” he said, scratching the hairline at the back of his neck. The action drew him closer, and his next words came quieter, a rumble that shot exactly to where it shouldn’t—“There’s a place I like. I’ll take you.”

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Despite the order of finding work, it seemed like the entire squadron was there; filling their plates high and chatting all the while, loud and boisterous—this was the Black Bulls you knew. Sitting in a circle around a rather large table, chairs and sofas had been moved to gather around; the common room transformed into a space to share a meal together. The noise was incredible, each person’s voice raised to speak over the other, seemingly in a constant loop that grew louder and louder by the second.

“Captain!” called the man with the mohawk. Magna Swing, with his gloves still on and sunglasses pushed up towards his hairline. “I saved seats for you!” He patted heartily at the loveseat beside him, nestled between him and Finral. “Come eat!”

Vanessa found a seat on the opposite end of the table—and it appeared that the only remaining place for you was right next to Yami. A bit sheepishly, you followed him into the fray and sat down. It was a bit of a tight fit—the loveseat was of average size but Yami’s bulk was anything but average. An unfortunate shift in your seat could have your thighs pressed up against each other—and following that specific line of thought, you snuck a peek sideways out of the corner of your eye.

He was silent, face once again unreadable as he filled his plate with the buffet before him. The reach of his arm going across the table towards the various foods stretched his muscles nicely, and when he pulled back, the shape of his biceps had you—

At least Finral was on the other side of you. “Welcome back,” he smiled. “You two were gone for a while.” There was a certain lit to his voice, one that brought to mind the memory of earlier in the day, when just about everyone had laid witness to the misunderstanding in front of the base.

Your face burned. “N-no! We were just talking!” You looked towards Yami but any additional input you hoped he would have provided was nonexistent—his plate now towered high with several portions worth of food. He slapped thieving hands away, the movement drawing your eyes to the ring encircling his finger. Stealing the light, it sat vivid against his skin and the scars that embedded him. A new connection; a bond formed between the two of you, the ring a symbol of your—

“We were just talking,” was your explanation. For everything. “Just walking around the woods!”

Finral gave you another smile, polite this time, and raised his glass to his lips. “Okay, okay. I won’t embarrass you.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” came Yami’s voice before the overloaded plate was dropped in front of you. “Figured we’d talk in peace. Finally. What with you hogging up my new ride’s time and all.” His face was still indescribable, but the angle of his brows were curious as he locked eyes with Finral. “Couldn’t even offer a simple hello before you started portaling across the entire kingdom.”

There was a certain hardness coming from the captain. A pressure that weighed you down, leaving you sinking into the cushions as suddenly an awkwardness settled within the room; a haze that slowly drowned out every voice. Not so subtlety, conversations stilled and all eyes came to your side of the table.

Avoiding every gaze, you focused your attention on the food. There was just about everything on that plate, the entire buffet’s worth of selection spilling over each other and tumbling down the tower every so often—and a glance at Yami found him without a plate of his own. Admittedly, with so many different flavors and textures mixed together, it didn’t look very appetizing at all—but a fork was passed over to you, so you started to dig in, if only to appear that you weren’t paying attention.

Picking at the bread, you listened as Finral sputtered. “I was just doing what you asked of me!” his eyes flickered in your direction. “Come on, I’m not trying to—we still have a lot of places to mark—”

“Now you suddenly want to work.” Coming from Yami, it didn’t sound like a question.

You knew of Finral’s reputation—he was known to slack off, often found leisuring around the castletowns instead of working. You frowned, remembering that day in the alleyway. The two of you were paired up immediately, imprinting upon countless and countless of locations, so really, who’s fault was it that you were often together? Besides, Finral was working—what was wrong with that? From what you’ve heard, he was usually off flirting…

Cutting through your thoughts like a hot knife, your attention was pulled across the table towards the starry-eyed boy from before as he called out to you. The conversation happening at your side drowned out as you tried to remember the kid’s name.

“Asta!” he supplied. “From Hage Village!” You didn’t know where that was. “I didn’t get the chance to ask you before—what kind of magic do you use?”

His obliviousness to the confrontation happening literally right in front of him was a breather, causing a soft reset in the vibe at the table overall. Slowly, conversations started to pick back up and the noise level steadily grew—not to what it once was, but high enough to no longer be as obvious about the eavesdropping as before.

“It’s ring magic,” you explained, trying to concentrate. With multiple conversations happening all around you—including the one currently flying over your head—you were finding it exceedingly difficult to hear yourself. “I can do a lot of things with it, but it follows the basic functions of rings as a whole.”

Asta shoveled food into his mouth as he looked at you in awe. Without swallowing, he asked, “What’s that?”

“Communication. At least, that’s how I think of it.” You thought of playing with your mother’s jewelry box as a child, and fiddling with her rings. They were cheap things, bought on whims, but you didn’t care. They were beautiful; hers, a piece of her left with you while she worked long hours, away from home. You felt your heart start to swell at the thought of it. Inspired, you carried on. “A ring usually signifies a bond or status, so I can use them as communication or tracking devices. Opening portals is what I do the most though—it’s just so much easier to take one step as opposed to walking all the way across town.”

Suddenly solemn, your eyes lowered as you remembered: “It’s not a really desirable attribute though, since it’s so easily replaceable with actual magical items. And it’s no good in a fight.”

“What are you talking about? It sounds like you could do all sorts of cool stuff,” Asta chewed. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what other people think—aren’t you here because of your magic?”

You didn’t know what to say.

“If you want to learn how to fight, I can teach you!” A messy-haired boy spoke up from the other end of the table. You recognized him as Luck Volta; and if his reputation is anything to go by, you knew taking him up on that offer was a bad idea.

His static raising your hair already, you frantically shook your head—“No, thank you, really, I’m not good at that—”

“If you need help with your magic, you should ask Gauche!” A small girl was stuffing her face. As she paused to down her drink, you were able to catch a glimpse of her features—Charmy Pappitson. She pointed in the direction of the man in question. “He’s usually using an item, too—he could probably give you some good advice!”

Gauche Adlai was looking at a photograph in his hand, hardly touching his food at all. Monotone, he replied, “I only help my sister.”

“Focusing on one aspect of your magic isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Vanessa sipped directly from a bottle. “You’re working on portals, right? I heard you can make a whole lot more than you used to—and it’s only been a week! You should give it a proper spin.” Before you could ask what that meant exactly, the shine in her eyes appeared again as she stood up from her seat. Circling the table quickly, she came to a stop behind you. With each arm, she pulled both Finral and Yami closer, encaging you in a huddle of sorts.

“Okay you two, I think we can all agree that Finral can take a little break,” she smiled. “Yami! Why don’t you two lovebirds go on that mission you were talking about earlier?” She shot you a wink, “The two of you are perfect for the job!”