#my first writing challenge

[bbloveseevees]

I did a BIG thing.

I PRESENT…

BB’s Song Writing Challenge!

It’s basically: people give you a letter, and you try to write a fanfic based off of a song’s meaning and stuff. This is my first ever writing prompt challenge please don’t rip me to shreds :(

(This can apply to any fandom you feel like writing for)

(The Alt options are if you don’t feel like doing the first option :3)

You can reblog this if you wanna do it I guess :3

A: Alien Blues (Alt: Animal) (the living tombstone version, not DECO*27)

B: Bang! (Alt: Boys Will Be Bugs)

C: Candle Queen (Alt: Conversations With Strangers)

D: Don’t Be a Fool (Alt: Day Job) (it’s by Emerson Brophy btw)

E: Eighth Wonder (Alt: Everything Stays)

F: Full Disclosure (Alt: Find The Keys)

G: Ghosts Play to The Audience (Alt: God-Ish)

H: Harpy Hare (Alt: Help Me) (The OR3O song)

I: I’m Just Your Problem (Alt: Inertia) (AJR WOOO!)

J: Join The Party (Alt: Just Another Night in New York) (Yes, it’s an I Heart Arlo song, ITS GOOD ‘N ANGSTY THO)

K: Karma (Alt: kyu-kurarin) (AJR’s Karma is recommended, but you can use OR3O’s :3)

L: Language of the Lost (Alt: Lemon Boy)

M: Magical Girl and Chocolate (Alt: Matryoshka) (USE AN ENGLISH COVER IF YOU CAN’T WRITE BASED OFF OF THE JAPANESE LYRICS)

N: New Invention (Alt: Night Dancer)

O: Our Word (Alt: Open Up Your Eyes) (Go ahead… call me a brony…)

P: Paparazzi Murder Party (Alt: phony)

Q: queen of broken hearts (Alt: SPIN A WHEEL!) (aka: I only have queen of broken hearts)

R: Rabbit Hole (Alt: (Rotten) Apple Dot Com)

S: Scrawny (Alt: SIU)

T: Tangerine (Alt: This Comes From Inside)

U: Uptown Funk (Alt: (Un)Natural Selection)

V: Vending Machine of Love (Alt: Victorious)

W: Writing on the Wall (Alt: What’s Inside) (Is it the Will or Lia version? That’s your choice) (also: What’s Inside by PinocchioP)

X: uhhhhm, you pick???

Y: You’ll Be Gone (Alt: Your Reality)

Z: Zero (Alt: uhhhhhh any of your favorite Vocaloid songs) (Btw: it’s the PinocchioP song, but use the SMG4 one if you want idgaf)

[lgcjinyoung]

i'll do a proper plotcall later that I will pin. For now please like this post if you'd want a random starter based on song titles in my million songs void playlist! <3 i'd love to get more threads going for jinyoung :3

Call Capped. Thank you for your support <3

[inkskinned]

i hate to say it because i'm neurodivergent and a chronic-pain-haver but like... sometimes stuff is going to be hard and that's okay.

it's okay if you don't understand something the first few times it's explained to you. it's okay if you have to google every word in a sentence. it's okay if you need to spend a few hours learning the context behind a complicated situation. it's okay if you need to read something, think about it, and then come back to re-read it.

i get it. giving up is easier, and we are all broken down and also broke as hell. nobody has the time, nobody has the fucking energy. that is how they win, though. that is why you feel this way. it is so much easier, and that is why you must resist the impetus to shut down. fight through the desire you've been taught to "tl;dr".

embrace when a book is confusing for you. accept not all media will be transparent and glittery and in the genre you love. question why you need everything to be lily-white and soft. i get it. i also sometimes choose the escapism, the fantasy-romance. there's no shame in that. but every day i still try to make myself think about something, to actually process and challenge myself. it is hard, often, because of my neurodivergence. but i fight that urge, because i think it's fucking important.

especially right now. the more they convince you not to think, the easier it will be to feed you misinformation. the more we accept a message without criticism, the more power they will have over that message. the more you choose convenience, the more they will make propaganda convenient to you.

[bluerosefox]

Waiting... Waiting...

So... This was inspired by listening to EPIC (FREAKING LOVE ALL THE ALBUMS, SO GOOD) and by @noxcheshire post of Tim being Odysseus reincarnated and Danny (maybe also reincarnated) being his Penelope (Here) so I had to turn it into a Dead Tired idea.

The song The Challenge is the main one here. (Cause I LOVE that song... along with Would You Fall In Love With Me Again)

So WHAT IF Danny IS the reincarnated Penelope, after becoming the Ghost King Danny's memories of his past life as Penelope returns and remembers how before dying/ or being reincarnated both Penelope and Odysseus promised to find each other in their new lives, no matter who they are, what new form they take, they will find each other.

So Danny/Penelope, just like before waits for their Odysseus to return to them, but also tries to find him in their new life (CW is laughing whenever Danny asks for hints and gets a 'In due time, just wait' answer, ugh Danny wants to smack CW for that)

However just like in his previous life with being in a high position of power, Danny is being pressured to marry/take a spouse (now its not just men/males though so its a huge headache, I head canon Ghosts don't care much for gender preference) mostly by the dang eyeballs that Danny is still trying to find a way to get rid of without upsetting the Infinite Realms delicate (but slowly healing) balance even if Danny wanted nothing more than to punch all of the suitors out.

So Danny decides to play the long game again.

And waits for their Odysseus return.

Danny's wait is over when they suddenly feel the Realms shift one day, as if welcoming someone familiar home, and the same feeling Danny had when he had been Penelope and saw the storm that was sign of Odysseus coming home, Danny decides its time to bring out The Challenge once again. (CW gifted Danny a few things from his past as Penelope as a coronation gift, like Odysseus's bow (now enchanted to be unbreakable), a painting of when he was Penelope, with Telemchus, and Odysseus, and the Marriage Bed/Olive Tree, AND the Palace Odysseus made that Danny takes to being in over being at Pariah's Keep)

-x-x-

Meanwhile

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin, always had strange dreams as a child.

War, Death, Monsters, Gods, Goddesses.

His dreams were more like nightmares, haunting him and he sometimes woke up in cold sweat.

He hated storms. Hated being in the water for to long. Hated how he felt both tense but also at home when around Greek heroes, as if he was afraid to 'disrespect' them (Cassie was the only one he didn't feel that way around, mostly cause they had been somewhat friends before their heroing since their parents knew each other) but also knew how to appease them should he insult them. He also had a strange hatred for the CoO with a burning passion because he felt like they were mocking real Owls.

The worst part of nightmares that always pop up are of what feels like should be his home is being invaded by unwanted guests (they aren't guests), how they are angry over trying to string a bow and shot an arrow through axes, of the terrible terrible things he hear them saying they were going to do to his loved ones (two names that keep getting muted out).

How it ends in bloodshed with echoing of begging, pleading, mercy, and screams.

However in those nightmares at the end. He also finds himself looking for something in them.

Or rather he always found someone waiting for him at the end of the nightmares. Calling him by the wrong name but it sounds just right coming from them.

The dream always ends with the person asking 'How long has it been?' and before he can answer he wakes up.

So yeah Tim has horrifying nightmares/dreams he could never explain.

And the urge to find someone. To go home to them.

It isn't until he and his friends from Young Justice are hit by a spell from Klarion (who may or may not had a visit from a certain chaos encouraging Time Keeper) and sent to a place called the Infinite Realms in the middle of their fight, that Tim is hit hard with déjà vu when he spots a certain Palace in the distance and overhears some of the 'people?' (they glow and float and some don't even look human?! where are they?) talk about how the 'King' has issued a new 'Challenge' for his 'suitors'.

A Challenge involving a bow, and axes.

And Tim, feels like he knows this all too well and needs to do it.

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

—

a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[zweig-eater]

art turning his brain off every time you guys are together…

something about you, everything about you.. he feels safe, cared for, wanted, needed even. it all just makes his head dizzy and clouded with nothing but his love for you.

you noticed it gradually as he became more and more relaxed with you. it started simple, he would let you order his food for him, and pull him wherever you wanted during dates. he was your puppy, just happy to be there and tingling in your presence.

the longer you were together, the more time you spent together, he leaned further and further into you. as soon as he walked into your dorm room, his head fell and his shoulders relaxed as he dropped his bag to the floor, racket clanking as it landed, and padded over to you. every millisecond spent without your skin connected felt like a millennia for art. your room smelled of coconut and vanilla, your perfume, making his brain start to melt already.

you laid on your bed, sat up with your back against the head board. as soon as he stepped in, you closed your laptop and gave him your full attention. something he always noticed. at the beginning, this undivided attention was enough to well tears in his eyes as he realized he might have finally found a home as warm as he’d always longed for. as his eyes met yours and he was in arms length, you reached out, and just that was enough for him to give in and collapse into you.

laying directly between your legs, he rested his head against your chest, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. your hands found his hair and lower back and instinctively started scratching and tracing heart shapes into him. your legs tangled naturally and you gave art a few moments of this bliss. both of your breathing matched paces, your heart beat thumped in his ear and he swore he could feel it through his whole body. as if your heart was beating for the both of you. he breathed in your skin, your scent, every inch of you lulled him into a state of tranquility.

he could feel himself slipping. not into sleep, no, he was wide awake. slipping into some other state. his head spun, brain melting to mush, all his worries, stress and the never ending expectations piled onto him disappeared into thin air. he couldn’t even remember how he got to your dorm, god, he was forgetting his own name. everything he knew was just out of grasp, leaving only you. he felt hypnotized. tranced into this state of consciousness that was just past the brink of reality, but close enough that he knew you were real. you both were. and he was yours. entirely. you owned him. he craved it, you. he wanted to be nothing but an extension of you.

“hi puppy”, you whispered gently into his ear. the nickname sending him over the edge as everything inside of him unravelled. his tight wound strings, gently lacing and connecting with yours.

“nng i love you” he whined, it sounded pitiful, and he didnt care for a second. it was all he had the mental capacity to utter, he was drowning in his love for you, and it practically spilled out of his lips, as his hands pawed and gripped you even harder.

“i love you baby, endlessly” you told him. as you gently tugged his hair and left a kiss on his forehead.

and he believed you. you loved him. him. not art donaldson the tennis player. not the versions of him everyone else seemed to create. not the version of him he felt like he had to be. not the versions of him he couldn’t even recognize in the mirror anymore, but everyone else claimed to know so well. just him, and all of him, with no caveats or expectations. he didnt have to fight, or play, every single day for your love, for your praise. he was just him, and you loved him. and he was devoted to you.

the hearts you continued to trace on his lower back, a constant reminder, he was yours, entirely, your lap dog, and he fucking loved it.

[lily-claw]

got inspiration from @marronje 's art and also from these ones

[throughtrialbyfire]

NoSkipNovember

in light of the NaNoWriMo… trash fire, i decided i'd make my own event for myself. and if you want to participate, feel free! i know i'm making this post late as it's already november 1st here, but it happens AHAH. this is just a personal challenge i thought up yesterday evening, and it may help some other people!

Rules of NoSkipNovember

write every day of november, whether 1 word or 10,000.

that's it.

the point of NoSkipNovember is to build the habit of writing, even things that are small. it's to get you to sit down and, in whatever medium you write, to get in the habit of continuing to write.

what can you write?

anything! poetry, songs, outlines, plotting documents, books, short stories, as long as it's creative writing in some form, you are doing it right.

can i set a word goal?

yes!! if you want to set a daily word goal or the usual month goal, go for it! mine is the traditional 50k words, but you could set it for 500 or 500,000 or whatever you want. just be sure to take your time, and take breaks to stretch and move around.

does it have to be original fiction?

not at all, fanfiction is what i'm going to be focusing on, so if you wanna write that, you should!

i have another question

feel free to leave it in the replies or my inbox! i'm always happy to help. this is a very spur-of-the-moment, loose challenge, so feel free to make your own personal rules or stipulations. as long as you are having fun, getting some writing done, and feel accomplished, that's what matters.

that's it. have fun, hope you have a lovely NoSkipNovember!

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ august prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ orange peels

²⁾ blood under fingernails

³⁾ glimmering pools of gasoline

⁴⁾ burnt coffee

⁵⁾ a martini glass

⁶⁾ jasmine perfume

⁷⁾ a knotted gold chain

⁸⁾ whiskey on someone’s breath

⁹⁾ blue lace trim

¹⁰⁾ a cornfield

¹¹⁾ an arm draped over shaking shoulders

¹²⁾ messy handwriting

¹³⁾ a chef’s white coat

¹⁴⁾ cherry pits

¹⁵⁾ a tie on a bedroom floor

¹⁶⁾ an overgrown garden

¹⁷⁾ boxer shorts

¹⁸⁾ sweet incense

¹⁹⁾ an early phone call

²⁰⁾ a chaise lounge in a dark room

²¹⁾ cheap cocktails

²²⁾ birthday candles

²³⁾ torn curtains

²⁴⁾ the snack aisle in a gas station

²⁵⁾ a riverbank after a storm

²⁶⁾ the radio shows on at 2 am

²⁷⁾ vermouth

²⁸⁾ a cold necklace against warm skin

²⁹⁾ ruined mascara

³⁰⁾ a home-cooked meal

³¹⁾ an orange-tiled shower

[glassmermaids]

i wanna know your opinion about reader and art being best friends with benefits. the trope is sooo stuck in my head and im kind of obsessed

the two of you have been friends since forever, attached at the hip in a way that some may consider a little unhealthy. you're almost too comfortable with him at this point, but it's only because you know he'll never judge you, he loves you too much to try anyway.

he's seen you at your best and at your absolute worst more times than you'll admit, and he's the first person you confide in (with usually no detail spared). that obv means he's heard his fair share of complaints about lackluster hookups and has spent night upon night comforting you after the inevitable failure of whatever excuse of a relationship you've found yourself in.

he'll let you cry about it for as long as you want, though, arms always lovingly open and ready to hold you close to his chest while you spend the night feeling sorry for yourself. and if somewhere during your self-pity party, you realize how nice it feels when he holds you so close, how the familiar smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice comforting you makes something hot simmer in your lower belly? if, by some spurt of confidence, you reach up and kiss him? he'll let you. he'll kiss you back with ten times more fervor if that's what you needed to get your mind off of your stupid boyfriend. he'll fuck you stupid until the guy's name doesn't even register to you anymore.

and if you insist that what happened was a mistake and will only be a one-time thing? he'll accept it (albeit begrudgingly). anything to stay on your good side, to keep you happy. but it doesn't end up being a one-time thing, though, and after a while, it transforms into this wordless agreement between the two of you.

you still go out occasionally, try and meet new people, but somehow always end up back at art's dorm room, back between his soft sheets and back underneath him. the logical next step would be to explore your dynamic further, but you're always putting a stop to that idea every time art even mentions it. you have a good thing going on already, and a relationship that might not work out can ruin your friendship. you're too scared of losing him permanently to entertain the thought of an actual relationship.

you prefer this agreement anyway, because it's all still very casual, right? (wrong!)

there's nothing casual about the way jealousy churns deep within you whenever you see him talking to another girl on campus, shooting daggers into the back of her head as she clings to the poor boy. there's nothing casual about the way you preen whenever he calls you his girl, whenever he insists you stay the night or leaves lovebites all over you that he knows will stop you from going on any further dates for at least a while. there's absolutely nothing casual about comparing every other hookup to him; how much softer his lips would feel on your skin or how much faster the sound of his voice and the feeling of his body pressed against yours would get you off.

and sweet art isn't going to complain either, you're his best friend after all, and he'll do anything to keep you happy, even if it's at the expense of his own sanity.

[mellosdrawings]

Oh love your losers forever number 2 group doodles. Seeing the doodles, I realized Leona and Vil are together longer than with Jamil.

Well, even on the off-chance that they weren't already dating before, they've still known each other for a while longer, while Jamil was off in his corner pretending to be mid and trying not to attract attention.

In both cases, Leona and Vil would already have their own habits/banter and Jamil, who is barely getting used to standing out and competing against "higher status" people, would take more time to feel comfortable.

(I have paragraphs of potential dynamics between those three, I could talk about them for hours haha)

[flowersforthemachines]

Rook Joins the Book Club - Mod

As one of the many people sad that Rook wasn't included in the Book Club, I set out to fix it by editing the codex entries in the game :)

There are 6 versions of the mod available, one for each faction. Here is a showcase of the Warden version:

The rest of the entries can be found under the cut.

Crow Rook:

Lord of Fortune Rook:

Shadow Dragon Rook:

Veil Jumper Rook:

Mourn Watcher Rook (typo in the word "possession" is fixed in the latest version of the mod):

[cookies-after-dark]

my toxic trait is getting 50 new ideas of things to write (Shmilk watching contentedly as Black Sapphire Cookie fucks the reader)/(Pure Vanilla and Shmilk mutual masturbating session over tlimagining the reader) before i've even finished what i already started (Shmilk going absolutely nutty over virgin!reader)

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni

on a night that patrick zweig is visiting your dorm, you take a shower in your attached bathroom. you both have just finished each other off and you’re ready to wash off the smell of sex and the muck of the day before bed.

you’ve done a good job of setting the mood while you wash yourself. the lights are off, a wild rose & suede candle is lit, and your shower mixed cd is playing sade’s no ordinary love on your portable speaker. sensual, sultry, and succulent. the hot steam leaking out from the shower door entices patrick to join you in the bathroom…

to take a piss right next you in your toilet.

“what the fuck pat,” you sigh. “get out of here!! you’re ruining the vibes.”

“relax, i’m just pissing before i join you.” he looks over at you and smirks. “unless, you really want me to leave you alone.” he’s sure you wouldn’t tell him to fuck off after the way he just… fucked you off. even if he’s totally disgusting you right now.

“the showers too small,” you look at him with a slight pout, but he finishes his business and slides open the shower door anyways.

“come on, stanford will thank me for conserving the water.” he crawls into the shower with you. he’s looking around at all your shampoos, conditioners, body scrubs, the bush of eucalyptus hanging off your shower head. it’s a shame the shower heads not detachable, and the water pressure is ass, he thinks. must be why she jumps me every time i come around.

“i told you it’s cramped in here,” you smirk at him as he snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you close. he rests his forehead on yours and looks deep into your entrancing irises. you’re staring right back, butterflies in your stomach, riding the high from ride you took on him about 20 minutes ago.

“we’ll make room,” he whispers. “switch me.” you oblige, and slide past him, your bodies pressed against each other. the lack of water falling on you feels uncomfortable at first, but the steam from the boiling water keeps you warm and relaxed. out of your eye sight, he grabs something from your hanging shower caddy.

“hey, that’s my loofa,” you whine. “get your own.” but you’re just teasing, messing with him. but he’s not in the mood for jokes.

he doesn’t break eye contact as he lathers it up with your favorite scented soap. it’s his favorite as well. he loves to smell it on you.

your breath hitches as he presses your cute pink loofa on your stomach, lightly tracing circles around your belly button. you look down and watch the soap lather, before you look back up at him. he looks hungry but he’s patient. with one hand, he’s scrubbing you, and the other he’s tracing your body with his fingertips. he makes his way up your breasts. he grabs the side of your left boob and scales his thumb over your nipple. he’s biting his lip, and you can tell he’s in the mood again, but he’s finishing his duty, cleaning up the mess he made of you earlier this night.

he kneels down in front of you, still refusing to break eye contact. he’s working on your legs now, starting from your ankles, your left and then your right, taking his sweet ass time while he works his way up. he’s at your knees now and you’re really starting to feel it. feeling teased. you’re letting him play the long game, but it’s becoming painful. eventually he reaches your mid thigh, then he’s pushing his hand into your upper thighs, forcing you to spread your legs for him a bit.

you’re not sure what possesses you to, but you grab your shampoo. he’s looking at you a bit dumbfounded, but you reach down and start to lather it into his hair. at first he slows down working on you, but he continues, his fingers barely brushing your clit. your heart is beating fast. you love and hate this feeling. is he being patient or is he teaching you patience? your head is flung back at this point.

you feel his hot breath on you, now. as his mouth cups around your vagina. your legs spread more for him, and a sigh escapes your lips. you gently scratch his scalp as you latch onto his curls and he’s practically purring into you. his tongue brushes against your clit and your knees become weak. fuck he’s so good. you feel wetter by the second, not just due to the shower pouring onto you.

he’s forgotten the loofa now, and his hands are snaking up your legs to your ass. grabbing, jiggling, rubbing. he’s obsessed, worshipping your body in its entirety. he sees you as a goddess, he’ll sacrifice his whole being for the taste of you, the touch of you, the love from you.

he’s done with the teasing. he’s lapping you up with his tongue, and you’re absolutely coming undone on top of him. your moans bless his ears, he’ll work so hard to hear you say his name. he adjusts the position of his arm to return his hand to your pussy, and he starts curling into your cunt with two fingers.

“fuck, patrick, oh my god.” there it is. your sweet voice turned gravelly over his touch. this is what he lives for. “just like that, baby, i’m gonna cum.” he knows it’s foolish to go faster or harder or change anything about his motion. he takes your words like an order. just like that, he keeps going.

he reaches that sweet spot, and it sends you over the moon. now, you’ve come completely undone. he slows down, not really to give up the taste of you. until finally, your huffs of breath calm down, and he meets you back at his normal height. you’re speechless, and your chest, still lathered in suds, is heaving, but his eyes aren’t leaving your face. it’s totally flush, your body heat caught on your cheeks and your vagina still. he has you pulsating and your legs are jelly.

he takes a step towards you, and his hard cock presses against your abdomen, your breasts against his chest. you wrap your soft manicured hands around his shaft and slowly run it up and down his length. he feels complete honor that you let him choose the polish color last time you got them done, as you prepped for his visit.

what color nails do you want to see wrapped around your dick, baby? you had texted him just yesterday. he sent you money for your full set plus a pedicure, as well as a generous tip for your nail lady.

and speaking of tips, you run your thumb over the ridge of his, and he enthralls you into a kiss that starts off sweet, as a few pecks, but turns deep and passionate in seconds.

“i love you,” he says. and it’s the first time.

and maybe to some people that would be a red flag, being told ‘i love you’ for the first time during a sexual encounter. but after the way he’s treated you so far during his visit, the texts and calls he gave you as you awaited the arrival of his train, the luxurious dress he bought you with a dinner date to match, and all the other gifts he’s collected over the last month to bring back to you as he travels the country. you believe he means it with everything in him.

“i love you too.”

despite his throbbing cock waiting desperately for attention in your hands, he’s not ready to take you for another round yet. he and you rinse off and hop out of the shower. your towel is wrapped around you and you flop onto your bed. you unwrap it, revealing your perfect body for him, fully expecting him to jump on top of you and fuck into you again. you’re ready.

but instead, he grabs the lotion, scent complimentary to your soap, from your dresser. you look up at him and he looks down at you. he starts popping your toes, much to your surprise. it’s heartwarming and so extremely intimate. smiling up at him, you feel a different kind of warmth come over you. when you said you loved him back, you meant it. and the feeling washing over you in this moment proves it. you’re blushing, and a huge smile paints his face, his cheeks as rosy as yours.

he takes your lotion and squirts some into his hands. he starts with your feet, lightly massaging the bottom of them. he kisses your big toe before he leverages your ankle over his shoulder. he works his way up your legs again, just as he did in the shower. the scent is turning him ravenous, animalistic. and the way you’re looking up at him with all the sweetest in the world, it’s driving him up the wall. his cock is still rock hard as he rubs you down. not like it takes much from you to cause these types of effects on his body. you could look at him and he’s chubbing up.

he’s discarded your bottle of lotion by now and he’s crawling on top of you, digging into the crook of your neck. and you’re feeling as crazy about him as he is about you.

he feels accomplished, he’s primped and preened and pampered you for round two.

[myokk]

In one swift move, he scoops her up and places her so that she's sitting on the window-ledge, the dusky light of the sunset illuminating her from behind and making her wispy flyaway hairs a golden halo around her. Sebastian's breath catches in his throat - has he ever seen anything so beautiful as her in that moment? - she's staring up at him, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her breathing shallow and anticipation in her eyes.

From my oneshot, clumsy🫶🫶🫶

(requested by @holdmymallowsweet 🤭 my fellow light lover🫶)01

[duu-kiwi]

I bet aziraphale wrote about the day the universe was made, about the angel whose voice recited the words that created the stars, about how bright they shone, and still shine, in those angel eyes✨🪐

Here you have some detailss and a cropped version with just!! them!!!

edit: prints link !