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overwhelmed-alien · 2 months ago

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Jake’s worst nightmare came to life one pleasant evening at the Hard Deck. A secret he’d kept to himself all these years was exposed like a raw nerve for all to bear witness. He had no one to blame but himself, really.

He’d gotten too complacent, too soft. The allure of being a part of a group instead of lurking on the outer edges had him in a vice and wouldn’t let go. It started on the carrier on that fateful day, so caught up in the elation of everyone coming home that he’d thrown his arms around Phoenix, and then Bob, who’d welcomed him with happy smiles. He’d inexplicably started trading high fives and friendly pats with the others, a sense of tactile camaraderie he’d never had with his other squadrons or classmates. He’d even ruffled Callie’s hair a time or two. Picked up Fanboy in a bear hug. They’d smiled back at him.

The Daggers wanted him. Him. Jake. Volatile, sometimes mean, always bratty, but they’d made it clear: you might be a jackass, but you’re our jackass.

The sentiment touched Jake Seresin like nothing else ever had. He had brothers growing up. He’d had teammates. Rivals. Acquaintances. But - barring Javy- he’s never had “friends”. Much less an entire squadron of them. Friends that laughed and cut up and joked with him. Friends that called him out on his occasional shitty mood and bad attitude, but wanted him anyway. It was a novel experience.

He glanced over at Rooster across the bar chatting with Phoenix. At the proof you didn’t have to be friends with someone to sleep with them. Many, many times. But even Bradley Bradshaw had warmed up to him after the whole “this is your savior speaking” thing. Bradley Stupid Bradshaw with his devastatingly sincere cow eyes and his cutely quirked mouth. He’d been extra “friendly” lately after that handshake.

No, you know what? This was all his fault. They were all at fault.

Jake had never been so caught up, so distracted, so free-flowing in the gentle whirlwind that is friendship and love. His little sister, the book nerd, gushes about this popular literary phenomenon called “found family”. Perhaps that was what this was.

Perhaps that’s what had just spurred Payback to - instead of just stepping around him like would have in the past - grasp Jake’s exposed, vulnerable side just under his ribs, to bodily guide him sideways out of his path to the pool tables. It wasn’t a forceful gesture, just a gentle press and squeeze of a massive hand and strong fingers into the soft skin of his belly through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. An innocuous, friendly, decidedly physical “excuse me”. The reaction was immediate, and Jake actually could sooner stop that missile than what was about to happen.

He spasmed.

A full-bodied, seizing, violent shudder, and then he buckled like he’d been electrocuted.

He only just managed to keep his feet, but it was dramatic enough to draw the attention of the rest of the Daggers, who of course, all dashed over to his side in a panicked flurry.

“Oh my God, Jake!” Callie was drunk and frantic and motherly, her hands coming up to grasp Jake’s face. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Dude, what did you do to Hangy?” Fanboy smacked his pilot on the arm, and then ducked out of the way as Trace and Bob elbowed their way into the fray.

“Jake, are you hurt?” Natasha was nothing but business, even as buzzed as she was, and Bob, ever the loyal watchdog, tried to shepherd Jake to sit on a barstool.

With his hand gripping Jake’s other side.

“No!” Jake shouted and jerked away. “I’m fine! I’m good! I’m okay, just…just everybody chill out-“

“-Javy, why are you laughing,” Callie scolded; Javy hadn’t even moved from his seat. “I thought Jake was your bestie!”

Javy, who had in fact been grinning like a loon the entire forty five seconds this Greek tragedy had played out, laughed harder, head thrown back in peels of beer-fueled mirth. “He is my bestest bestie!”

Jake glowered. Of course his oldest friend knew his deepest secret, and had been sworn to secrecy the instant it had come to light. “Javy, you promised!”

“Hey, man, have I said a word?”

“Not a damn word!”

“I didn’t!”

“Ever!”

“Never!”

“He’s ticklish.”

Rooster.

That slimy bastard hadn’t so much been sworn to secrecy as, well, Jake had just assumed the act by which he’d found out had been so illicit that Bradley would have never dared to say it out loud in front of people.

Apparently - unfortunately - he held no such inclinations.

Javy, the traitor, had to catch himself on the railing to keep from falling off his stool, his mad cackling causing patrons across the bar to turn their heads. He’d kept his word, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna enjoy the aftermath.

The collective gasp from the rest of the Daggers was so synchronized it almost seemed choreographed. “No!”

“Oh, yeah,” Rooster said, “he’s crazy ticklish. All you have to do is touch his ribs and he’ll be a screaming, squirming mess.”

The Daggers’ eyes lit up with glee.

“Wait,” Payback said, brows drawing in confusion, “how do you know that?”

Bradshaw smirked and raised a shoulder, as coy as could be. “See for yourself.” He said with a flourish toward Jake, who had been edging out of the group and toward the bar’s exit.

Jake froze at the words. “Bradley-“ he breathed out, eyes wide in shock. He looked akin to a rabbit caught in a trap, and as the Daggers turned toward him like a pack of hungry dogs - eyes wild and grins feral - he felt like one, too. “-no.”

He blinked, and then he bolted.

The door leading to the beach banged against its hinges as first a desperate blond and then a pack of loud, gleefully drunk aviators tore out into the darkness and sand beyond.

Rooster chuckled and sipped at his beer, nodding to Javy as he moved to sit beside him.

“So,” Machado began, “you and my boy, huh?”

Bradley grinned wickedly, fondly, listening as the pitiful pleading began in ernest in the distance - “…no no, no please please, Bob… Bobby I thought you loved me! NoooOO-”

The rabbit had been caught.

The sound that came from decorated naval aviator Lieutenant Jake Seresin’s throat could only be described as a squeal. Manic laughter and the shrill, belting screeching of a man being tickled mercilessly almost drowned out breaking waves on the beach.

“Yep. Me and your boy.”

Javy nodded, listening to the sounds of pure joy outside, his Jakey the center of it for the first time since he’d known him. He met Rooster’s knowing gaze and reached over to clack their beer bottles together. “Good.” He gestured at the wide open door and the helpless begging beyond. “Shall we?”

“Oh, hell yeah, I want a turn.”

Now when Jake is being too much of a brat, all any one of them has to do is sternly catch his eye from across the room and wiggle their fingers at him - silent, threatening - and he will instantly, with a shuddering breath, become quiet, wide-eyed, docile.

Mav and Cyclone are both confused and amazed. Maybe the kids had gotten into some kind of witchcraft over the weekend. But the third time witnessing the odd finger wiggles turning Hostile Hangman into Sweet Jake, well, who were they to question it?

#crack treated seriously as the kids say #not sure how a little thing about Jake being ticklish accidentally became a wax-poetic Indy film about found family #he’s a jackass but he’s OUR jackass - my favorite recurring theme!#Have y’all met my best friend: Run-On Sentence?#I wish I could just take the scenes out of my head and give them to you guys without having to think about words #Daggers as family #hangster #sereshaw #tg:m #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley x jake

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viridianriver · 4 months ago

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I want YOU to fuck with Elon Musk's finances!

Apologies for the nerd-talk here, but I have a easy political action for you!

Right now, the Tesla stock seems to be held afloat not so much by individual investors, but by investment banks which include the stock in index funds. The sort of funds that many people's 401ks are in. (I've been watching the stock, the 'sells' are many and small, the 'buys' are fewer and large, likely indicative of big-banks propping up a failing stock.)

And you, yes you, if you have a IRA, 401k, or other retirement investment which includes Tesla, can fuck Elon up today. (If you don't have one, send this post to any cool Boomers you know who might!)

What you're gonna do is call whoever you or your employer banks with (Vanguard, Schwab, TD, whoever) and tell them the following:

You're concerned by their reliance on TSLA in their indices, a volatile stock whose value is not based in investing fundamentals.

The intrinsic value of the stock (discounted cashflow / relative valuation) is $46 while the stock is trading at over $200

The current valuation is defended by the following flawed arguments:

a. Sales to consumer vehicle market - The majority revenue source. However sales across the globe are dropping compared to this time last year; 73% in Germany, 65% in Australia, and 49% in China. b. Potential Autonomous vehicle? - Promised for years, as a retrofit to existing vehicles - has not materialized, even after competitors (Waymo) succeeded in fielding the technology. c. Potential Humanoid Robotics? - An industry Tesla has no experience in, and is facing significant competition in from well-established well-funded competitors such as Boston Dynamics. d. Potential "AI"? - Unless specified further, with a concrete path to profitability this seems to be vaporware. e. Elon's personal brand - Has been losing credibility, due to partisan political behavior. He has also been failing to perform his fiduciary duty to shareholders, by neglecting his role as CEO to become politically involved. f. Battery Technology - Has a high reliance on imported materials such as Lithium, the availability of which is dependent on the unpredictable geopolitical situation in Ukraine.

And you are HUGELY worried about the impact on your finances when the stock corrects itself towards it's true value, and returns to trading along financial fundamentals. (If you want to get spicy with it, you can say you feel they too are failing in their fiduciary duties to you by continuing to invest in TSLA. But, from what i know of finance bros, that's fightin words, so use with discretion.)

So... If you want to have an outsized impact on this hair-plugged skinhead's finances, all you gotta do is call the finance nerds and speak their language a little. (I know phone calls suck but I literally gave u a script!) Most retirement investors are passive, so even a handful of upset callers can have an outsized impact.

Embrace your inner Karen if you want. (You're doing WHAT with my money? Propping up a failing overvalued business?)

Good luck, and tell me how it goes if you do this!! (disclaimer: this is not financial advice)

#elon musk #elon #musk #tesla #tsla #finance #activism #us politics #political #investments #stock market #banking #business #investors #ah yes stock analasys.... the reason u are all haere on tunglr

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signode-blog · 11 months ago

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Effective Trading Strategies Using Straddle Option Trading Strategy

Introduction to Straddle Option Trading Strategy The Straddle Option Trading Strategy is a versatile approach used by traders to capitalize on significant price movements in the market, regardless of the direction. This strategy involves purchasing both a call option and a put option on the same underlying asset, with the same strike price and expiration date. The primary goal of a straddle is…

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allaboutforexworld · 1 year ago

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High-Frequency Trading (HFT): Forex Trading Strategy Explained

High-Frequency Trading (HFT) is a sophisticated trading strategy that leverages advanced algorithms and high-speed data networks to execute a large number of orders at extremely high speeds. This method of trading aims to capitalize on minute price discrepancies that occur within very short time frames, often measured in milliseconds or microseconds. In this article, we will delve into the…

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 months ago

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Gawtin x fem hunter reader

The reader having been raised on yautja prime in a family who’s striven in bloodlust, and in high demand for more hunts blinded by hunger and need, which made reader to be a good hunter but only downside is also being blinded by the need and hunger for trophy’s/hunts, stumbling upon gawtin, the 2 getting into a fight, which as the fight goes on, Gawtin grows more interested in reader.

Bloodlust

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3512

Summary: Deep in the forests of Yautja Prime. A human made their name among their clan, proving they could be as great as their best hunter. You hunt for a well known cvorteilio only for the hunt to turn from bad to worse. The hunter becomes the hunted. You've also got a audience that likes what she sees. Even as you succumb to bloodlust to fight for survival.

Author Note: I never thought about this before and I love it!

P.s. Work moved my schedule AGAIN so I'm back to a 6am-2pm. Which means, I won't have as much time to write

Masterlist

Ao3

As an entire different, frail species on a completely hostile planet, it changes a person. Reduces them to what makes them at their core. That’s when its determined whether they love or perish along the land. Life lives and returns. A unending cycle that a hunter knows far too much about.

The land is unforgiving to a creature meant only as prey. It takes and only relents in giving when you’ve earned that right to nourish your form to survive another day. Not only is the wildlife trying to bring you down, the plants would love for you to slip up once. One wrong step could be the fatal blow they’ve been desperate for. To feast upon something that doesn’t belong to this world. Something new and fresh. Young.

There won’t be any slips to bring you to a fatal end. Not with the way your dam taught you. To be sure footed even on the rockiest of ground; to crush all those who want to see you under their feet. Another trophy on their wall. A decoration. Your dam saw to it you wouldn’t become prey like what everyone saw your kind to be. She thought you as a miracle when she stumbled across your abandoned form days after learning she will never bear another child. Let alone a miracle to survive for so long without substance.

Your dam made sure you’d survive. No matter what. It sort of back fired though. Once seen as meek prey amongst her clan, now you were worthy to be hunted. That your skull could be torn out of your body and adorn on a hunter’s wall. As a prize. Trading one monster for another.

Humans are seen as volatile creatures. You’ve only grown to show how much of that’s the truth.

Bloodlust.

Yautjas befall the same disease. All of them can. But you, not of Yautja-not even a drop, has fallen to these depths before. When a Yautja threatened your family name with vile disgust. You were blinded by a vision of red and tore the scum apart in a challenge. Pieces of him had to be scooped up and buried. They’ve never found where his pinkie finger disappeared to. Nor have they ever seen the three pieces of bone connected by thin twine hidden under clothing around your neck.

A mark to etch into the world of the first time you’ve gone into bloodlust.

Today was no different. The more times you succumb to the bloodlust, the easier it is to slip into it. Until you cannot be pulled free. Bad Blood. Because they cannot follow the code that their culture has been built on. So, they must be killed. Their blood purged of the universe before it can spread.

You’ve had a firm grip after showing such a sight in front of the clan. The clan leader had sparks of fear in his green eyes. A human befalling to bloodlust has never happened. He almost beheaded declared you as a bad blood and to be slaughters where you stood. But, when your eyes panned over to him… he won’t it but you saw the hesitation. The clan leader, a title earned in shed blood, couldn’t utter the words needed for your excitation. Something he probably regrets still to this day.

There are times where you’ve slipped under its control. Not often. It mainly comes in the heat of the moment. Fight or flight for survival. Or when the hunt is just that exciting.

As the hunter, the feeling of eyes made your skin crawl with gooseflesh. Anger raced along your blood as you tuned into your senses. That did little to help you, only pissing you off more. A snarl etched into your face as the feeling dissipated. This is a gaze you knew the origin of.

A Yautja.

How dare one interrupt your hunt?! If the coward decides to show their mug, you’ll show them not to mess upon your fury. With a lungful of fresh, humid air, you sprint across the branch and flung yourself to the closest limb. A singular leaf flutters down at your sudden weight. The cvorteilio below you were none the smarter at your move. Despite the eyes on you, you settle close to the trunk of the tree. A few drops of sweat trickle down your face. You use the back of your hand to wipe them away and focus on the pack below you.

The heat of the new morning beat down on you despite the foliage providing shade. A quick swig of your water helps quench your thirst. You tie the pouch back to your hip. The pack continues to laze in comfort, not expecting to be hunted. Let alone at this time of day.

Two suns rose high in the blue sky, pounding heat and humidity of the jungle. The bow slips off of your shoulders; an arrow notched. One specific predator lies amongst his pack. A seasoned male who’s time was soon coming to an end. Either by your hand or to the rising male. You waited until the youngster was ready to take over the pack. Your dam had raised you well.

Said leader was lying on his side, stretched out as if he had nothing to fret about. If only he knew of the danger from above. You pulled the notched arrow back. The taunt and steady string against your finger tips. Your lungs filled with air, held for a second before you released both the arrow and air in the same motion.

A high pitch whistle and dull thud is what your ears hear. Then, chaos.

Your marks leaps to his paws with a mighty roar that vibrated the tree branch you were perched on. A gasp surpassed your lips as the male shot its gaze up and found your form among the tree. Its form screamed dangerous. Those eyes that called for your death. Honestly, you felt fear at the mistake. Fear was good. You used it for the adrenaline dump into your system and notched another arrow.

It whistled through the air and landed with a dull thud where the cvorteilio once were. Its feathered plume was raised while it gave warning calls that sent the rest of the pack either to fell and join his side. You sent another arrow at its heart and hissed when it refused to take the hit.

Despite the height of the enormous tree offer, the cvorteilios began to climb. The leader was the first to begin the ascent to your crouched position. A snarl rattle the back of your throat. There was no need in being quiet anymore. His claws dug deeply into the thick, near fireproof bark. Another was sent flying but only embedded into his shoulder. Not deep enough to do fatal damage.

More cvorteilio clambered onto the thick trunk. Your options grew increasingly thin. There was no running, no amount of climbing that could save you. Now, the only chance for survival was your favorite.

Hunting.

Your lips spilt into what anyone would call a psychotic smirk.

Arrows flew threw the humid air. All landing with a dull sound yet no all hitting their marks. But the pained noises is all you needed to hear before leaping to another branch to defend that side of the tree. It was fruitless. That only worsened when you reached behind your head and felt nothing but air. A curse leaving your lips. The prized bow was slipped back into place. Then, a well decorated spear was pulled free from your belt and extended it to its full height.

The silver metal shined beautifully in the full light. Your grip firm yet gentle like balancing on thin ice and going for the short. Sweat beaded down your face, nearly blinding you. The thick, humid air made it hard don your lungs. You were forced to slow your movements so the device in your lungs could keep up. Even technology has its limits to allowing a different species from surviving on Yautja Prime.

A narrowing of your gaze did nothing to the advancing group. A telltale sign behind you alerted you to one cvorteilio had made it. A fine female you would’ve chosen next to the leader. She lowered her jaw. Drool dripping from her dangerous maw, teeth glinting in the sunlight. You held your spear and stepped backwards so none could surprise you from behind.

She stalked forward on her front bird-like limbs and back canine paws. Almost like a wingless griffin. A very dangerous wingless griffin who was more than happy to tear you apart.

You never give her the chance and charged forward with a battle roar. Spear in hand. The female snarled back and leapt forward in hopes of surprising and overpowering you in one swoop. But, you buried one end of your staff into the branch. The other end slicing threw fur, flesh, and organs with no force at all. Her heavy weight sent her crashing all the way down until one end stuck out of her back and her belly met the branch. It was now slick with her blue blood. Still in the fight, the creature snarled and swiped her fatal claws at you.

Pain lightning across your flesh. Blood mixing with your salty sweat, making the now spilt wounds sting. You gave a hiss and stumble backwards then, you cursed yourself when the large form slid to the side then going into freefall.

With your spear.

More cvorteilio landed on either ends of the branch you stood upon. Others were nearby. Six. All adults. All skilled within their pack. All prepared to die to defend against the clear threat to their territory and way of life. Something you would’ve applaud them if it wasn’t for the threat to your own life.

Both loses of your primary and secondary weapons weighted heavy. If you dam was here to watch this fatal error, she’d be raging at how you could be such a fool. So, you pulled free your small parrying knives. The last resort for your survival.

The next to attack didn’t follow the same footsteps of its predecessor. It kept its vulnerable bits low to the ground and darted forward with lightning moves. You barely had time to draw up a knife to divert a blow that would’ve torn your face clean off. You brought the other sharp weapon and feel it slice through fur and muscle.

Blood and sprayed in a beautiful arch over your face, arms, and chest. Marking you with the blood your prey.

An artery had been severed. The blood spurting out with each beat of its now weakening heart. It would only have minutes before it would die from blood loss. You grinned and dodged another feeble attempt to harm you. Claws swiping through the air you once stood. You dance around another attack and drove the same blade into one of the main arteries of its neck. The shrill cry it gave was music to your ears. It jerked away from you, stumbled over its own paws. Then, its form pitched over the edge of the branch.

Down it went.

Four more to go.

You met every other with the same fierceness. Red entering your vision as another contender steps up to.

Five bodies litter the ground at the base of the tree. Blood drowns you. A mix of blue and red to make a near black purple. Your chest heaved with each deep breath you took to regain the lost air.

The sixth body stood near in front of you. The very prize all this started today. A rumble vibrating the back of your throat. A well know Yautja pleased noise. “Come on now. I’ve earned your head.” Then, you launched yourself at the leader, wanting to spill blood. No. A deep, rooted need that your own blood sung to bathe in.

He read the move. His body rolled to the side and whirled around. Your back to the trunk of the three now, limiting your space of movement. A hiss of displeasure left your lips before the beast stalked closer. You mirrored the movements, not willing to give up any space to him.

One dodged had another set of claws raking down your back and skidded across your rib cage. The red in your vision swarmed until it thickened. You released a howl from the depths of hell itself. You whipped around with a new fury driving your muscles.

He makes another move to attack but you watched it in slow motion. You rolled into his space and drive the blade of your knife into the soft mushy underside of his belly. The sharp metal slice up from pelvis all the way to his sternum.

Blue blood and intestines spill from the clean cut and drowned you like a paya praised warrior. The hunter you were born as. You gave one last roar that echoed for miles before slumbering to your blood knees. Everything about yourself was drenched in gallows of blood. You panted heavily and noticed the red starting to fade away.

Your spine locked up, head whipping up to the left. Nearly the same color as the leaves around her, stood a female form. A biomask covers her features and gives away nothing besides the feeling of her piercing gaze on you. The red in your vision doubled. A fiery snarl ripped at your throat. Blood coated hands made holding your knives nearly impossible. Even with an iron grip, the handles wanted to slip out of your hands. So, you threw the blades into the branch and launched yourself forward. A roar left your lips only to be cut off.

The view before you changed in a second. Your back slams into the hard bark that once was beneath your feet. A strangled, choked groan is all you can give. The move throwing you off balance mentally and physically. The red threatened to evaporate but you clasped onto it with an iron grip.

You kicked, clawed, and even tried to bite at the form pinning you down. Even the human body has it’s limits.

Her voice over came the roaring of blood in your ears. “Calm. Clam. Soothe, little one,” she cooed to you. The rest of your reservoir depleted. Your chest heaved with each breath you took. Her masked face hovered over your sweat-soaked, blood-drenched form.

Once you finally caught your breath, the green female Yautja releases your throat and pulls away to stand a towering height above your prone form. Exhausted, you sit up and rest back on a hand. Propper up. You can barely look up at her.

One thing you questioned: why wasn’t she killing you?

This one wasn’t from your clan. Humans are considered forbidden to be on Yautja prime. Kill on sight. Yet, she hesitates… or won’t do it at all.

In reaction, your eyes narrowed, lips drawing tight over your slight pointed teeth. If she were to grant you mercy to see another day, you won’t waste it by angering her.

Her masked face glanced side to side, over the edge of the branch. Down at the carnage left in your wake. “I have never seen a ooman go into bloodlust,” she spoke, intrigued at the situation. “you have clan markings as well.” You didn’t need to see her eyes to know they were sparkling with curiosity and mirth. You couldn’t tell if you liked it or not.

With your markings decorating both of your arms, proudly slating what clan and family you come from. Markings you had to work twice as hard for. Just to prove you were worthy of them as a ooman. You pulled yourself to your feet, head confidently raised. You weren’t going to let her mock you.

A snort enters the air. “I don not even need to see the entire clan marking to know where you come from. That posture is well known.” You bristled, feeling offended at her mocking you. If only you had the energy to issue a challenge and teach her you were something to stifle with. But after defeating six adult cvorteilios, you could barely lift a finger. You’d call upon some of your hunt siblings to help carry them back for the entire clan. Nothing will go to waste.

She reaches up and tugs the bio-mask from her… oh Paya, she’s beautiful. Here top, right mandible was cracked. She had a crown of spikes on her head. Then, her gorgeous eyes. The purple so vibrant you swore they glowed in the daylight.

“Calm, little hunter. You have done your fight. I do not challenge you,” she coos to you again, soothing most of your jittery feelings. “I spotted you amidst your hunt and decided to watch. You are very skilled. You were taught well by a great teacher then. They are proud.” All statements. The female highly confident in her words.

So that was the eyes you had felt earlier. You didn’t know if the quelled the unease in your belly or just made it worse. It made sense spotting her was impossible even without the camouflage. Her green scales matching the foliage nearly perfectly. Lucky.

“if you desire help, I am more than happy to do so. I can retrieve my ship and aid in carrying your hunts home.” With this amount of kills, it wasn’t demeaning to ask for help either.

You narrowed your eyes on her then dipped your head in agreement. Her upper mandibles pulled up into a grin. The female took off and left you standing on the branch, covered in blood, sweat, and guts still. It was beginning to dry and flake off of you. You ignore the familiar feeling to take a few hearty swigs of your water sin. Then, you start the process and lowering the gutted cvorteilio down to the ground alongside its fallen pack members.

By the time she came back, ship carefully docked, you had said your prayers and prepared the bodies to move. The two of you loaded each one in the cargo hold. You boarded her ship and took a seat besides her in the cockpit. The ship was pulled expertly up into the air and gliding over the massive trees you called home.

Along the way, you checked up on the arrows and spear you retrieved, checking for any damage. You kept peeking at her from the corner of your eye, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face. Then, her eyes caught yours. She chuckled. “Ask away.” The one thing that gives you away… your eyes.

“Your name.” How rude of you. “Apologies. What is your name?” you rephrased the question to be more polite. She was giving you a kind of gesture after all. Then, you told her yours to be kind and open for causal conversation. You wanted to learn more about her. Anything. Though impossible, you couldn’t help your thoughts about her.

She repeats your name a couple of times. In your delusional state, you really liked the sound of her name coming from her mouth. “I am called Gawtin.” Even her name was pretty and rolled off of your tongue smoothly.

“Mm, that’s a pretty name,” you mumbled mainly to yourself but you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

A smoothing purr rumbled from her throat and vibrated the air. Get it together. Stop saying stupid shit like that. “Why thank you, little hunter.” Paya, the names she keeps calling you. Usually offensive if not taken a certain way. You were used to it from your hunt siblings and your dam.

Sooner than you liked, the ship sets down in a larger enough spot close to your home. The two of your work in tandem to bring each carcass to the base of your tree home.

It was over quicker then you wanted it to be. Nerves light up along your spine. A prickling feeling. Cursing yourself for your humanness, and these damn feelings that weren’t very Yautja-like. You watched her bid you goodbye and walked for the door.

Panic. Your heart racing wildly in your chest. “Wait! Gawtin,” you called after her then cursed yourself again for a silly, childish move. You take a breath to help settle your nerves. “I… I would like to see you. If possible.” As a human, you knew you had no grounds to speak to anyone outside of your protected clan. Or else you’ll find yourself dead and mounted on someone’s wall.

Gawtin paused just shy of the ramp of her ship and glanced over her shoulder. “I would like that too, little one. Where I can finally challenge you and see what your skills are.” A challenge?! There were many different types of challenges. The man two though are a fight to the death or until they forfeit.

You answered with an nod, not trusting your voice. Gawtin smiled then ascend into her ship, leaving you with that promise. To fight her? A challenge. How lucky you were!

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sexymemecoin · 1 year ago

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The Emergence of NFTs: Transforming Digital Ownership and Creativity

Non-Fungible Tokens (NFTs) have revolutionized the way we think about digital ownership, art, and collectibles. By leveraging blockchain technology, NFTs provide a way to create, buy, sell, and own unique digital assets with verifiable provenance and scarcity. This article explores the world of NFTs, their impact on various industries, key benefits and challenges, and notable projects, including a brief mention of Sexy Meme Coin.

What Are NFTs?

NFTs, or Non-Fungible Tokens, are unique digital assets that represent ownership of a specific item or piece of content, such as art, music, videos, virtual real estate, and more. Unlike cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin or Ethereum, which are fungible and can be exchanged on a one-to-one basis, NFTs are indivisible and unique. Each NFT is recorded on a blockchain, ensuring transparency, security, and verifiability of ownership.

The Rise of NFTs

NFTs gained mainstream attention in 2021 when digital artist Beeple sold an NFT artwork for $69 million at Christie's auction house. This landmark event highlighted the potential of NFTs to transform the art world by providing artists with new revenue streams and collectors with verifiable digital ownership.

Since then, NFTs have exploded in popularity, with various industries exploring their potential applications. From gaming and music to real estate and fashion, NFTs are creating new opportunities for creators, businesses, and investors.

Key Benefits of NFTs

Digital Ownership: NFTs provide a way to establish true digital ownership of assets. Each NFT is unique and can be traced back to its original creator, ensuring authenticity and provenance. This is particularly valuable in the art and collectibles market, where forgery and fraud are significant concerns.

Monetization for Creators: NFTs enable creators to monetize their digital content directly. Artists, musicians, and other content creators can sell their work as NFTs, earning revenue without relying on intermediaries. Additionally, smart contracts can be programmed to provide creators with royalties each time their NFT is resold, ensuring ongoing income.

Interoperability: NFTs can be used across different platforms and ecosystems, allowing for interoperability in the digital world. For example, NFTs representing in-game items can be traded or used across multiple games and virtual worlds, enhancing their utility and value.

Scarcity and Collectibility: NFTs introduce scarcity into the digital realm by creating limited editions or one-of-a-kind items. This scarcity drives the collectibility of NFTs, similar to physical collectibles like rare coins or trading cards.

Challenges Facing NFTs

Environmental Impact: The creation and trading of NFTs, especially on energy-intensive blockchains like Ethereum, have raised concerns about their environmental impact. Efforts are being made to develop more sustainable blockchain solutions, such as Ethereum's transition to a proof-of-stake consensus mechanism.

Market Volatility: The NFT market is highly speculative and can be volatile. Prices for NFTs can fluctuate significantly based on trends, demand, and market sentiment. This volatility poses risks for both creators and investors.

Intellectual Property Issues: NFTs can raise complex intellectual property issues, particularly when it comes to verifying the rightful owner or creator of the digital content. Ensuring that NFTs are legally compliant and respect intellectual property rights is crucial.

Access and Inclusivity: The high costs associated with minting and purchasing NFTs can limit accessibility for some creators and collectors. Reducing these barriers is essential for fostering a more inclusive NFT ecosystem.

Notable NFT Projects

CryptoPunks: CryptoPunks are one of the earliest and most iconic NFT projects. Created by Larva Labs, CryptoPunks are 10,000 unique 24x24 pixel art characters that have become highly sought-after collectibles.

Bored Ape Yacht Club: Bored Ape Yacht Club (BAYC) is a popular NFT collection featuring 10,000 unique hand-drawn ape avatars. Owners of these NFTs gain access to exclusive events and benefits, creating a strong community around the project.

Decentraland: Decentraland is a virtual world where users can buy, sell, and develop virtual real estate as NFTs. This platform allows for the creation of virtual experiences, games, and social spaces, showcasing the potential of NFTs in the metaverse.

NBA Top Shot: NBA Top Shot is a platform that allows users to buy, sell, and trade officially licensed NBA collectible highlights. These video clips, known as "moments," are sold as NFTs and have become popular among sports fans and collectors.

Sexy Meme Coin (SXYM): Sexy Meme Coin integrates NFTs into its platform, offering a decentralized marketplace where users can buy, sell, and trade memes as NFTs. This unique approach combines humor and finance, adding a distinct flavor to the NFT landscape. Learn more about Sexy Meme Coin at Sexy Meme Coin.

The Future of NFTs

The future of NFTs is bright, with continuous innovation and expanding use cases. As technology advances and more industries explore the potential of NFTs, we can expect to see new applications and opportunities emerge. From virtual fashion and digital identities to decentralized finance (DeFi) and beyond, NFTs are poised to reshape various aspects of our digital lives.

Efforts to address environmental concerns, improve accessibility, and ensure legal compliance will be crucial for the sustainable growth of the NFT ecosystem. Collaboration between creators, platforms, and regulators will help build a more robust and inclusive market.

Conclusion

NFTs have ushered in a new era of digital ownership, creativity, and innovation. By providing verifiable ownership and provenance, NFTs are transforming industries ranging from art and entertainment to gaming and virtual real estate. While challenges remain, the potential benefits of NFTs and their ability to empower creators and engage communities make them a significant force in the digital economy.

For those interested in the playful and innovative side of the NFT market, Sexy Meme Coin offers a unique and entertaining platform. Visit Sexy Meme Coin to explore this exciting project and join the community.

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Title: Under pressure

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff / Maria Hill

Setting: Quinjet, high-altitude post-mission return

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It starts with the sweat.

Hot and clinging beneath tactical suits, mixed with dried blood and the acrid memory of gunpowder. Maria’s back hits the cold metal of the Quinjet’s interior wall with a thud as she exhales, eyes flicking up to Natasha, who’s already peeled half her suit down to her waist.

The mission was clean—at least by their standards. No civilians lost. Minor flesh wounds. An arms cache vaporized. And yet the air between them now is far from calm. It crackles, electric and volatile, like the aftershock of a fight neither of them want to admit they’ve been having for months without words.

Maria lets her head loll against the wall, watching Natasha twist her red hair up off her neck, revealing a line of skin slicked with sweat and streaked with soot. “You always strip like we’re at a spa,” she says dryly.

Natasha’s smirk is immediate, predatory. “What can I say? I’m comfortable with you.”

“Dangerous words,” Maria mutters.

“Are they?” Natasha walks slowly, each step deliberate, bare arms toned and gleaming under the low light. The Quinjet hums steadily beneath them, cutting through the sky. “You’ve been staring at my back for three hours, Hill. Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

Maria exhales a laugh, low and short. “You think you’re that irresistible?”

“No.” Natasha leans in, her face inches from Maria’s now, voice quiet, warm. “I know I am.”

Maria’s response is reflexive, like pulling a trigger — a hand on Natasha’s hip, not pushing her away but anchoring her there. Her fingers flex against the fabric of Natasha’s suit.

“You really want to test me right now?”

Natasha tilts her head, their lips so close Maria can feel the heat of her breath. “Don’t you?”

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There’s no gentleness to the first contact — just a sharp kiss, hungry, full of unspoken things. Teeth clack, and Maria’s gloved hand grips the back of Natasha’s neck as the other woman presses her body forward, pinning them both to the vibrating wall of the Quinjet.

Their bodies remember what their mouths have refused to say for years. Every mission, every close call, every wordless look across a burning room — it’s here, now, all teeth and fingers tugging zippers and armor with growing urgency.

Maria drags her lips down Natasha’s throat, nipping at the spot where pulse meets skin. “You’re insufferable.”

“You like it,” Natasha breathes, shivering under the contact, her hand already at the hem of Maria’s shirt, pushing it up, baring scarred, sweat-slick skin.

Their hands roam—searching, mapping, claiming. Maria tugs Natasha’s suit lower, revealing the curve of her shoulder, the line of her spine. She leans in, pressing her mouth there, tongue sliding along skin, making Natasha hiss between her teeth.

“Thought you were the professional,” Maria teases.

“I am,” Natasha mutters, biting down on the lobe of Maria’s ear, making her groan softly. “You’re just… distracting.”

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The Quinjet shakes subtly with turbulence, but neither woman flinches. The vibrations only feed the building pressure.

Maria’s fingers find the waistband of Natasha’s suit, slipping just beneath, teasing the line of her hip. Natasha grabs her wrist, hard, eyes narrowed.

“Careful,” she says, but her voice is breathy, her pupils blown wide.

Maria smirks. “Or what?”

Natasha’s answer comes in the form of movement—quick, practiced. She spins Maria around, pressing her front-first into the wall with a heavy thud, her body flush against her from behind. Her mouth hovers by Maria’s ear.

“I’ll make you beg,” she whispers.

Maria laughs, low and breathless. “Big words, Romanoff.”

“Bigger than you can handle?”

Maria growls softly, twisting in Natasha’s grip until they’re facing each other again, hands fisting into the fabric at her waist. She pulls Natasha down into another kiss, deeper this time, tongues clashing, gasps mingling. The edge between them is razor-sharp — dominance traded back and forth like a loaded weapon.

Every touch is a challenge. Every breath, a dare.

They barely register the autopilot kicking in or the fact that they’re nearing friendly airspace. Time’s warped in this bubble of adrenaline and lust, where skin is bared in frantic tugs and fingers slide beneath tactical gear like secrets they’ve been dying to reveal.

It’s the silence after the storm that makes everything louder.

The only sound in the Quinjet is the low thrum of the engines and the sharp, erratic breathing of two operatives who should know better than to let down their guard—but right now, neither of them cares. Not when Natasha is straddling Maria on the bench, knees framing her thighs, weight centered, eyes dark with hunger. Not when Maria’s hands are roaming freely under Natasha’s half-unzipped suit, calloused fingers tracing every plane of hard muscle and flushed skin like she’s been waiting years for this exact moment.

Because she has.

“You’re soaked,” Maria murmurs against Natasha’s collarbone, dragging her mouth down across sweat-slicked skin. “How long were you planning to pretend you weren’t turned on?”

Natasha lets out a low, breathy chuckle. “Since Prague.” She rocks her hips slowly against Maria’s, deliberately, grinding down just enough to elicit a sharp inhale. “You remember that night. The safehouse. One bed.”

Maria’s hands tighten on her hips. “You mean the night you ‘accidentally’ kicked off all the blankets and kept moaning in your sleep?”

Natasha leans in, brushing her lips over Maria’s ear. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

The groan Maria lets out is deep, primal.

She shifts, using her strength to flip Natasha beneath her in one smooth, practiced motion. Their bodies are a tangle of limbs, gear, and sweat, and the Quinjet’s dim lighting does nothing to soften the hunger in their expressions. Maria braces one hand beside Natasha’s head and uses the other to drag her nails lightly down the other woman’s ribs, slow and purposeful. Natasha arches beneath the touch, lips parting in a soundless gasp.

Maria grins.

“Sensitive,” she says, voice velvet-soft and soaked in control.

“You’re not exactly unaffected yourself,” Natasha replies, glancing down between them. Her hand rises to tug Maria’s shirt up and over her head with a single practiced motion, exposing the long, lean line of her torso. She drags her fingers down the center, teasing just along the sternum. “God, Hill. You’re carved from steel.”

“Want to test your theory?”

Natasha’s hand dips lower, palming the firm plane of Maria’s stomach, before tracing along the edge of her waistband, fingers playing along the seam. “I’d rather break you open.”

There’s a flash in Maria’s eyes—feral, defiant—and then she’s back on Natasha’s mouth, devouring it. Their kiss is slick, deep, full of tongue and teeth and breathless gasps. Maria’s hand works lower, cupping Natasha through the tight tactical fabric still clinging to her thighs, her touch firm, teasing.

“You’re soaked too,” Maria murmurs darkly, dragging her teeth across Natasha’s jaw.

Natasha only groans in response, hips lifting into her touch.

She pushes up into a seated position, hands fumbling with Maria’s belt now, tugging it loose with military precision, then sliding her fingers underneath to grip her ass. Maria bites back a moan, grinding down hard, her thighs clenching around Natasha’s.

They move together with ferocity and rhythm, breath hitching, friction mounting. It’s all gasps and curses, hips meeting hips, mouths breaking and returning, their bodies writhing in sync as if they’d been choreographed for years. They’re panting into each other’s mouths, the Quinjet around them vibrating with more than just engine power.

Natasha grips the bench with one hand, the other tangled in Maria’s hair as she grinds harder, faster, seeking that friction, that edge. “God��Hill…”

Maria’s hand moves between them, pressing, rubbing—deft, practiced, relentless. Her fingers never falter. Natasha’s eyes flutter closed, head falling back, the tightness in her abdomen threatening to snap.

“Come on,” Maria whispers against her lips. “Let go. Let me feel you.”

Natasha shudders, curses violently in Russian, and then she’s coming hard, back arching, body jerking beneath Maria’s touch. Her grip in Maria’s hair tightens as her breath stutters and catches in her throat. She rides the wave out with slow, rolling thrusts, gasping into the crook of Maria’s neck.

Maria holds her there, hand still on her, fingers slick, a smirk growing on her flushed lips.

When Natasha finally slumps back with a heavy exhale, she opens her eyes lazily, glassy with afterglow.

“You’re dangerous,” she says hoarsely.

“You’ve got no idea,” Maria replies, voice still low, wicked. She leans in, brushing her lips over Natasha’s again. “But you’re about to find out.”

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In response to your overwatch posting but more about competitive games in general, why is it fine and good for certain things to be low or high teir? It's a pipe dream to perfectly balance a game, but isnt the shackling of playstyles, characters, etc to a certain skill group a problem that fucks players at every level?

it's fine and good because it allows for designs that you couldn't make if you really want every character to be equally good. there's a basic expectation from players of competitive games that success should be correlated with skill, that if you play better, if you are better at the things the game asks of you (skillshots, or aiming, or movement tech, or inputs, or whatever) you will see better results. this is what makes a game competitive, right, the ability to get better and see your performance improve as a result.

this means, that, generally speaking, the harder a thing is to do in a game, the more rewarding it will be. this is the logic behind headshots in FPS games, right--it's more difficult to hit a headshot than a bodyshot, so you get rewarded with more damage. better players can hit more headshots, so they'll get more damage (and presumably more kills) in an average round than worse players. so now, let's say you want to introduce some playstyle differentiation into your game, so you add the Scanner, a gun that deals half damage on bodyshots but double damage on headshots.

this is a cool idea! it rewards you even more for showing skill at the game, makes people using it feel really cool when they get that bonus, poses interesting questions to players about trading consistency for volatility. but because it interacts with a skill-based mechanic, its viability is obviously going to be tied to a player's skill--if you're in a pro lobby hitting 60%+ of your headshots, it's an obvious pick. if you've just started playing and you average one headshot a match, it's a total dud.

this is a really on-the-nose example, of course -- but in any kind of competitive game, there are likely going to be far more than just one skill-based mechanic, as well as meta-skills like team communication, positional awareness, understanding matchups, etc. that are going to vary between low and high levels of play. so trying to make a character/weapon/playstyle equally viable at every level of play would mean having to make them essentially agnostic to all those things--which would mean not allowing them to interact with any of the mechanics of the game--which is, practically speaking, impossible.

on the other hand, purposefully designing 'low-tier' or 'high-tier' characters lets you do lots of really useful things! first of all, it lets you make easier characters for beginners, who don't have a huge amount of mechanical complexity to deal with, have some kind of 'training wheel' ability that mitigates a new players' lack of all these game-winning skills. like, say, a gun in that same FPS designed for a 'spray and pray' playstyle, or a character in a fighting game who revolves around one comparatively simple combo. having something like this lets new players onboard to your mechanically complex game without getting overwhelmed or disheartened, by letting them get into a match and feel like they're doing something as soon as possible.

as for 'high-tier' characters, acknowledging that a character will have to be nerfed into unplayability for low ranks lets you actually play with the upper ends of the mechanical complexities you've put into your game. creating characters with extremely complex movement techs that can offer marginal benefits that are game-defining in pro play but basically meaningless in casual play adds a new dimension of depth to high-level play that you can't get if you're too concerned about making every character good at every level.

ultimately, i don't think it fucks players, and i don't think there's any shackling being done--i think it's good to create characters that lean into different parts of a game, for characters to fill different niches in a meta's ecosystem, and for the lists of pro staples and pubstompers to be different.

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mariacallous · 19 days ago

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The economic winds whipped up by President Trump’s “Liberation Day” tariff proclamations in early April have been anything but a gentle breeze. Rising prices, fomenting trade wars, and uncertainty about when tariffs will go into effect has led to a volatile economic climate.

People looking to buy electronics and other goods affected by the tariffs are trying to figure out whether they should wait it out to see if the administration’s trade policies become more favorable, or quickly scoop up what they can while prices are still cheap-ish.

For consumers weighing a purchasing decision, buy now, pay later services like Klarna, Affirm, and Afterpay are offering to make that choice easier.

These companies make a relatively straightforward case: Spread out the cost of a purchase into smaller, more manageable payments over the course of a few weeks or months. Because BNPL services make deals with the sellers they’re providing the payment plans for, the companies behind the BNPLs don’t charge interest to the customer. So instead of spacing out a purchase with a credit card, say—which usually charges a high interest rate—BNPL would get you that thing you want for the listed price.

BNPL companies don’t require you to have good credit, and some only charge fees if you’re late with your payments. Otherwise it’s a nice free amenity—and one that might indicate bigger financial troubles across the economy.

Nadine Chabrier, senior policy council at the nonprofit Center for Responsible Lending, says it is easy to see why BNPL services are appealing. “The top reasons consumers use buy now, pay later is because they can't afford the full cost of the item at once,” she says. “Another reason is because there's a higher approval rate. It's that convenience factor.”

Economic uncertainty—over tariffs, rising inflation, and the possibility of a looming recession—is giving consumers pause about stretching their limited funds. It’s rocky times like these when BNPL services become even more appealing.

“BNPL really skyrocketed in adoption during the pandemic,” says Matt Gross, a spokesperson for Affirm. “It may not be as high-growth now as you saw in 2020, 2021, when everyone was stuck at home shopping online, but we're still growing at orders of magnitude faster than broader spending and consumption levels.”

Stress Spending

Economic watchdogs have concerns about BNPL. The services often appeal to people with lower incomes, who financial experts have warned may be at risk of financially overextending themselves. Still, BNPL services are now woven into nearly every digital payment platform, and people have come to rely on them. PayPal offers it now, letting you spread out payments of almost anything. Klarna has partnered with DoorDash, so you can pay for your family’s dinner in weekly installments. And people aren’t just using them for electronics and pizza delivery, but also for basic essentials: A recent study found that 25 percent of BNPL users in the US were relying on the services to cover the costs of food and household sundries.

“Before tariffs even came into the picture, people were already using BNPL for gas and groceries,” Chabrier says. “We're already talking about folks who may not have a lot of money or credit to spare. Additional economic stress could be hard.”

“Absolutely, this is a leading indicator of financial distress,” says Martin Kleinbard, founder of the consultancy firm Granular Fintech who formerly worked at the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau and coauthored a CFPB report about BNPL. “Consumers are smart. They understand where they’re getting the lowest-cost-of-credit option here and are going to avail themselves of that for the goods they have to get.”

Kleinbard says that in terms of acquiring debt, BNPL services can be more forgiving than high-interest loans like credit cards and payday loans.

“BNPL has grown rapidly over the last five years,” Kleinbard says. “But it's still a tiny, tiny fraction of the overall spending and borrowing pie. You really have to think about it in the context of the alternatives. If the alternative is you were going to borrow anyway and it's an important purchase, then this is a pretty damn good option. This isn't a product with a lot of gotchas.”

Economically, lots of people have compared the looming uncertainty of the tariff situation with that of the pandemic. But Gross says Affirm has weathered the storm before and doesn’t expect this economic shakeup to be all that different.

“I wouldn't go so far as to say this is an opportunity for us, other than to say that I think the last several years and years into the future is an opportunity,” Gross says. “People are shifting their payment preferences to favor these types of products. And so in that sense, we are trying to be their favorite way to pay—not just when things are uncertain, but all the time.”

Storm Watch

Shawn DuBravac, chief economist at the electronics trade association IPC, says he agrees this is indeed a moment for buy now, pay later services, for better or worse. It’s a service that’s growing during a time of uncertainty that will make the service more appealing. The financial leg up it provides can indeed be helpful, but DuBravac cautions that the benefits are likely not evenly distributed.

“This could be a very good thing for some people; this could be a great service that could help them through a tough week,” DuBravac says. “But you can't get around the fact that people who are using it then might have all of a sudden a downturn in their job. They lose their job, their household goes from two incomes to one income, all of a sudden they're strained.”

As with any loan, both the borrower and the lender incur risk. DuBravac says this moment, if the economy truly does spiral, may be the first real test of whether the BNPL industry is stable enough to keep themselves and their borrowers afloat. How well that system maintains in the face of financial downturn really depends on whether people are using it as a convenience or out of necessity.

“Are they using it as a bridge or are they using it as a crutch?” DuBravac says. “If they're using it as a crutch, then I think there's a lot more risk there.”

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