#i can't believe i wrote all of that

[thefabelmans2022]

i've been thinking about this all day so here's my thoughts on @sillylotrpolls 's "which member of the fellowship fucks":

frodo: too busy Brooding and perhaps even Yearning. maybe once or twice in his youth but to me just doesn't seem like the type of person to have casual sex.

sam: also too busy Yearning, but also just doesn't seem the type. he has a job, he's busy, he's in love with his boss AND the girl at the pub, it's a whole thing.

pippin: for all intents and purposes is like. 17. so again maybe once or twice but in very awkward, fumbling ways that made everyone involved think "wait, did that count?"

merry: fucks severely. confident, kind, intelligent, always there to lend a helping hand (😏). of course he pulls hobbits of all genders constantly. the only potential wrench in the works is the fact that he at the very least is already acquainted with his future wife, so maybe they've got something going on in which case he is probably not out romancing other hobbits.

gandalf: be so serious. who is he fucking? hobbits? saruman? shame those big naturals are going to waste but he does not fuck.

boromir: next after merry, imo. has been around, fighting battles and in taverns and such, and is prone to temptation so has definitely fucked at some point, probably multiple times. however he does hate himself for it.

aragorn: lives in the woods singing about his one true elven love. no way.

legolas: is not married, and therefore has not had sex. elf marriage is the one time tolkien wrote about sex and you're all ignoring it.

gimli: sure. why not? gimli fucks. good for him.

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller NSFW headcanons 

This was made with both masc and fem readers in mind. This man really has absolutely no content out there, so I'm here to provide for y'all 😎 Enjoy! (Also, sorry if this is a little dry. It's my first time posting headcanons 😔)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.) 

NSFW under the cut

-An absolute GOD at oral sex. He'll eat the pussy/suck dick as if he were famished

-Please smother him with your thighs when he eats you out/sucks you off. He'll be absolutely devastated if you don't. Doesn't care what your body type is, do it and he'll be happy for the rest of the week

"Fuckin smother me with those thighs, baby. What? No, no, don't you worry about me suffocating. If I do, then at least I'll die a happy man." 

-And if you look at him with any hint of unamusement, he'll chuckle and kiss your inner thigh. 

-Pays special attention to your clit/tip. He'll kiss at and slowly run his fingertips over it while complimenting your body. 

-"Look at this pretty little pussy/cock, baby. So adorable." 

-HEAVY on praise. Everything that falls from his mouth is either a moan or praise for you. 

-"Aw, fuck, dolly. You're taking me so well. Such a good girl/boy." 

-Prefers handjobs as opposed to head. Doesn't think you're bad at it or anything, just wants you to be able to respond to him when he talks.

-May not be big on head, but kiss his cock while your hands are wrapped around it and he might just cum right then and there. 

-Not very kinky at all, but he may have a bit of a breeding kink ngl..

-Mostly because he actually wants kids. Whether you can have them or not, he'll beg to fill you up. 

-Absolutely not a degrader. He'd feel way too bad. 

-If you really begged him, he might try degrading you, but that'll all melt away in five seconds as he gently kisses your face in apology, even if you're getting into it. 

"Oh, sunshine, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just don't think I could degrade someone so gorgeous/handsome." 

-Very vocal, but mostly with talking. He 100% talks you through it 

"Lift your leg up a little bit for me, baby. There we go, good girl/boy." 

-If you're insecure about your body in any way, he'll carefully run his fingertips over whatever's making you insecure while fingering/jerking you off in front of a mirror. 

-"Look at that amazing body, sweetheart. Takes me so well, makes me cum everytime..so beautiful/handsome. How could you hate a body like that, hm?" 

-"Hell you mean you're too chubby/skinny? You're the perfect size for me, darling." 

-Kisses and caresses any scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks or anything else on your body you may feel self-conscious about.

-If you space out at any point, or if he just wants your eyes on him, he'll click his tongue to snap you out of your thoughts. 

-Constantly asking if you're alright. If you ever start crying during the act, he'll stop in his tracks and fuss over you. 

"Oh God, are you okay? Did I hurt you, sunshine? Too rough?" 

-Then when you convince him that you were just crying because of how good he's fucking you, he sighs in relief and chuckles a little. 

"Silly girl/boy. Had me all scared for a sec." 

-Will leave hickeys on you and will let you do it to him, but always somewhere noone else will see. You're his precious dolly, afterall. Why would Alex ever embarass you over making those marks visible? 

-Besides, with the way he's got his arm snaked around your waist in public, everyone knows you're his 

-Leaves hickeys on your chest, thighs and stomach (will definitely leave more on your thighs/belly if you're chubbier.) 

-Tickles your neck with his facial hair on purpose and smirks when it makes you giggle. 

-Has a lighthearted mindset about sex. Not opposed to making jokes and giggling during, before or after the act. As long as you're both feeling good, he's happy.  

-Tells you that your pussy/dick/ass is the best in the world. Genuinely can't get enough of it. 

"Shit, baby. This fuckin' pussy/ass is gonna make me cum..you wanna make me cum, baby? Yeah? Keep riding me then..just like that." 

-Favorite positions are ones where you're on his lap. It feels so intimate and loving, the way he can feel your grip tighten on his shoulders and see every reaction you make as his cock smoothly fucks you. 

-Mostly quite gentle. Will go harder if you want, but he's very cautious not to hurt you at all. 

-Can easily be top or bottom. Just depends on his partner wants. If you're a top? He'll gladly let you do whatever you want. Bottom? He'll take care of all your needs and desires. Switch? He's happy to flip-flop around until you're happy. 

-Makes you use your words. Rarely does things without you begging for it beforehand. 

-"Come on, darling. You know you have to beg for what you want." 

-Honestly a bit of a teaser. He'll get a big smirk on his face when you just whine to get fucked instead of asking properly. Clicks his tongue and gives a super dramatic shake of his head 

-"Oh, baby doll. That's not how we ask for things. Speak up, love. Loud and clear." 

- Can't deny you for long, though. The moment you beg he's all over you. 

-Big on eye contact. Will turn your face towards him and give you his best puppy dog eyes until your eyes stay on him

-Your pleasure always comes first 

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard and fat asf (lord have mercy 🙏🙏) 

-Aftercare is just as good as the sex. He'll run a warm bath/shower either you alone or the both of you and carefully wash whatever he can reach while sitting behind you. 

-"You did great, baby. You alright? Not sore, are ya?" "Good, good. My perfect princess/prince." 

-Then when you're both done washing up, you'd better drag your ass back to bed for one (or more) of the following: 

-#1: Cuddles

-#2: Movie/show marathon 

-#3: Round 2 >:) 

My first headcanons done! I'm sure y'all can tell that I'm an Alex girlie but honestly this man is so FINE 😫 how can I not be? I'll def make some SFW and Alex x chubby reader headcanons later, dw.

Let me know who I should do next! 

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

I've been reading Exodus lately and I've just gotten to the portions where God gives the first commands to the people via Moses (twice), and then goes on to give detailed instructions about the tabernacle and how it should be built, and I'm just... we think art is unimportant?? we think things only mean as much as their functionality?? we so easily fall into the trap of believing that beauty means nothing, that it's cheap and only worth whatever mindless distraction it brings, that it's barely more than a cheap sensual thrill, that buildings should just be practical and plain and cheap, that everything should be functional but ultimately disposable, that paintings and dresses and mugs and curtains and carpets are just pretty but have no real value, that beauty is fleeting and vain and therefore shouldn't be thought about too much, if even looked for at all... we fall into these traps so easily, and we forget that there are chapters upon chapters of painstakingly detailed plans to build one portable worship tent, and those plans have been handed down through thousands of years of human history, because beauty and art and skill in craft is important

[ryllen]

it's actually a place with luxury where you can watch the sunset without obstruction each passing day

also my favorite unsuur quote, i did get teary eyes over this

[ventiswampwater]

Griffin Dunne as Jack Goodman in An American Werewolf in London (1981)

[sucharide]

Headshot (1,861 words, explicit)

Copia sexy. Must give Copia blowjob while he games. That's it. That's all this is. It started as a horny paragraph and things got out of hand. Completely unedited. Have fun.

Copia is absolutely fixated on the screen.

It's some battle royale shooter game he's been playing lately during his downtime, and he's completely involved. You're fairly sure you could strip off next to him, and he wouldn't even offer you a glance — and you try not to take it to heart since he is Papa now, and his downtime is rare, so he should be able to catch up on his hobbies... but you do wish he focused a little more on you, and a little less on shooting people on the TV.

The way he looks right now, headset on, swapping tactics with his teammates, he probably wouldn't even pay attention to you if you had his damn dick down your throat. You laugh dryly at the thought, but once it's in your head, you can't help but wonder at it.

Why not?

And so you find yourself slipping from the couch to kneel before him, and he's not really paying attention to you when you push his legs open to shuffle close to him, settling between his thighs. He's too busy talking to his friends and waving the controller around.

"Headshot, stronzo!" he shouts, totally engaged with the game as you rest your hands on his thighs, looking up at him with doe eyes. You rub up his thighs, feeling the firm muscles under his sweat pants, your own anticipation pooling in your core.

He glances down at you — only for a moment, he can't take his eyes off his game, of course —and his eyes widen. Just a touch. There are two games going on now, and his sweatpants do nothing to hide his recognition of that. He's focused on the screen again, but he leans back in the couch now, and lets his legs hang open a little further for you.

Hands trail further up his thighs, and ghost over that growing hardness, and his mouth falls open, and nearly makes a sound — but he mustn't, he mustn't, he's still on the line with his teammates. He's not watching you, but you are watching him so carefully. He is playing the game, but you? You are playing him.

So, so, almost painfully slowly you tug the elastic of his sweatpants down, and you watch him bite his lip, catching some soft whimper before it tumbles out. The game has barely even started, but Copia has always been so vocal.

You idly wonder if he could just mute his mic, but there's no fun in that.

So when you have him revealed, half hard and growing, you almost feel sorry for him when you don't even start with your hands. He would have expected your hand, and these games are all about catching your opponent unawares aren't they? So when you dip your head down to his tip, and with one languid stroke of your tongue clean the drop of precum, it takes him by surprise.

"Cazzo," he gasps. And then, and you are watching him so closely, all his wonderful little reactions, his eyes widen, embarrassed, realising he's just made a very suggestive sound on the line to his friends.

"I mean, eh, I'm out of ammo, can —" you take him into your mouth, and feel the way his cock strains to full hardness in your warmth, "c-can someone, cazzo, can someone drop some at the cache?"

His mismatched eyes meet yours in a pointed glare, but you only sink further down his length, and hum appreciatively around his lovely cock. His hips shudder, but he's trying not to get too carried away.

You want him to get carried away.

You want him to fuck your mouth, your throat, while he's gaming, for all his friends to hear. You want them to know how lucky Papa is, what lovely benefits there are to his station. Sometimes being Papa is about pomp and ritual and fine wine and leading mass and sharing the Dark Lord's message of Sin... sometimes being Papa is about having the afternoon off and relaxing into some gaming while his favourite sister of sin drinks him down. He works hard. He's earned this, you think while you start to make a steady pace bobbing on his length.

With every stroke you glance up at him, and with every stroke you see his composure breaking a little more, but he's staying on task, thumbs dancing over the controller buttons. His brow is furrowed, a testament to his efforts. He can't throw the game now, you're sure — they must be more than half way done, and he's terribly competitive.

You hum around him again, a deeper sound, guttural almost, and sink further down his cock than before, and let him press against the back of your throat. You hold him there for a moment, and breathe through the urge to gag around him — suddenly a hand is in your hair, and his hips are pressing up to meet you, and you can't exactly smile with his dick buried up to the hilt in your skull, but there's a deep sense of satisfaction that blossoms in your chest.

He's rutting up against you, his tip driving against the back of your throat again and again, and your gag reflex is too strong to fight off with him assaulting you like that. You're drooling, and you adjust your angle just a little, and suddenly the pressure eases and he presses into your spasming throat and your nose is pressed against his pelvis — but he does not keep you there for more than a second before he pulls your hair back and gives you sweet release.

He's panting, you're vaguely aware of that, but you're too busy catching your breath as you hover, gasping, with your bottom lip just grazing his tip.

"Ah, sí, m-mi dispiace, I am paying attention! An ambush, sí?" he says suddenly, to his mic. His hand disappears from your hair, and he's back on the game — there must be some plan, some strategy he's required to participate in. He wouldn't want to lose the game, certainly not.

You feel him bring his arms around you, sort of, and the controller comes to rest behind your neck. It's almost like an embrace, and it floods you with a warm feeling. He wants to do both, you can tell that much. He wants to make you feel wanted, feel an affectionate touch, while you work him with your mouth. Or, perhaps, it's just a convenient spot to rest his controller now that his lap is occupied.

You press his tip past your lips again, and take him in long, slow strokes once more. His hips rock up with each motion, and you find your rhythm together once more, and you look up at him through wet lashes each time you nearly withdraw from him. He glances down once or twice, pupils utterly blown out, his lips parted in silent moans. You feel varying degrees of pressure on the controller he holds against your neck, probably indicative of how tense the moment is in the game, but possibly a manifestation of his efforts to restrain himself again.

"Go around to the left, I'll—ah, eh— I'll take the right. We just need four more kills," he manages, faltering when you take him particularly deep.

You pick up your pace, the game must nearly be finished — and the way his hips are shuddering, your game must be nearly finished too.

Shifting your angle once more to that delicious one, the one that lets him slide down your throat, you take him all the way, and his hips buck up as he lets out a strangled gasp.

"Head-headshot!" he chokes out, masking his pleasured sounds with the rush of a kill.

You take him, again and again down your quivering throat, all the way to the base so that his neatly groomed salt and pepper curls tickle your nose, and then you release him, almost to the tip, and then back again. He's still playing, but the controller is pressing decidedly firmly against the back of your head, pulling you towards him with every stroke that he ruts into with shuddering hips.

"Cazzo, cazzo," he whispers harshly under his breath. He'd definitely close, and you're not sure how much he has left of his game, but you can't imagine he's focusing all that much on the screen when he's so deep down your throat — suspicions that you confirm when you suck him to the tip and find his eyes trained on you and only you. When you meet his eyes you feel the controller fall away and clatter on the floor, and suddenly you are at his base again, his fist in your hair.

He's just about chanting for you now, a string of Italian curses falling from his lips as freely as his moans as he frantically fucks your throat. You try to keep up, gasping around him for air as you are allowed it, as he relentlessly drives his cock into you, and there are tears flooding your vision as you gag around him. There is a growing urgency to every thrust, and then, quickly, he whips you backwards by the hair, off of him.

You are dazed for a moment as you stare at his cock, and realise with his free hand he has begun to pump himself.

"Look at me, dolce," he growls, tilting your head back to see him, staring back at you with intense, hungry eyes. His headset is no longer on his head, but whether he had the sense to remove it or whether it fell off in his exuberance is lost to you — but you don't have time to wonder how much his friends heard of his appreciative sound, because his eyes are locked on yours and his chest is heaving, and his hand is working furiously, chasing his pleasure desperately.

He gives one last grunt, tightening his grip in your hair, and then he breaks, releasing his seed over you. Thick ropes of cum burst onto your face, over your cheeks, nose, lips, and he continues to pump himself through his climax as if to work out every drop so that you might be adequately coated in his essence.

When he finally finishes, he leans back in his seat, dropping his head backwards for a moment, chest heaving in the aftermath of his pleasure. His hand in your hair relaxes.

"Dolce..." he sighs appreciatively, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Yes, Copia?" you ask, sweetly, still kneeling before him and covered in his cum.

He smiles, and opens his eyes to gaze at you warmly. A gloved hand traces from your hair down your jaw, and to your lips. He gathers some of his spunk on his gloved fingers, and presses between your lips. You gratefully suck down on his fingers, cleaning every last drop of his seed from his gloves.

"Our team lost," he says, softly, but he doesn't sound too disappointed. He pulls his fingers out and you release them with a pop.

"I'm sorry," you breathe. You aren't.

"Don't be. I got the best headshot of the round."

[zukkaoru]

🌱 alive & free (look at me!) 🌱

The man is wrapped in a blanket that was likely white at one point but is now smeared with dirt and grass stains. His hair, too, is dirty. Like he’s been sleeping on the ground for more than just one night. Kenji tiptoes over to him. He rolls his shoulder, then kneels down beside the man and pokes him. “Um, sir, are you okay?” The man doesn’t respond. Kenji pokes him harder, putting a little extra strength into it with the help of his ability. The man rolls from his side over onto his stomach, groaning. Kenji breathes out a sigh of relief. That means he’s not dead, at least. “Are you—” he whistles. “Are you hurt?” “Twelve seconds,” the man responds, still facedown in the dirt. “Then, I’m going kill you.”

after the decay of angels incident, kenji makes a new friend and nikolai starts to heal

🌱 22.4k words || kenji & nikolai || post-doa arc 🌱 written for corey @that-was-anticlimactic <3

[chodzacaparodia]

Wait wait wait is Barou kinda concerned about Nagi??

Notice his change? He says he's not as annoying as before? Did he kind of… care??

Of course, later he treats him with typical King Barou's harshness, but isn't that somehow his motivation speech?

After all, Nagi in a similar way (of course in a much gentler way compared to Barou, but still very cold), he treated Reo and Bachir, which later contributed to the change of these guys:

In both cases, after Nagi's words, both Reo and Bachira found motivation to try even harder.

And now, Barou treated Nagi in a similar way. He communicated in the same way that Nagi had used before. With words which could change a person.

I hope that Barou's words will trigger Nagi and allow him to find the motivation again.

[boyfridged]

What do you think about bruce wayne?

that is such a broad question… but i guess i rarely talk about bruce specifically, in isolation. and i love bruce dearly, despite despite despite… despite the fact that it took me so long to get there even, because for years of reading dc comics he was a nuance to me. but i am now tremendously interested in bruce wayne. i have a soft spot for pre-crisis bruce, his geniality and zest, that easy affection. but i’m also interested in bruce of the “dark” post-crisis era, and where their personalities meet at…

so i’m interested in bruce wayne who took the idea of “grief work” too literally. in how he invented a myth for his tikkun olam and did it wrong. and hence in a myth that grows hungry and implicates others in tragic cycles. in bruce wayne whose kindness makes him project on people that would be better off without it. all to say, i’m mostly interested in how batman sees a man, dead in crime alley and thinks: that could be me. my beginning and my probable end. and who ought to rectify that opinion later, by admitting he thought he’d be a victim of his own mission, but it was his son instead.

his biggest trouble: he perfected the vigilante-civilian lives compartmentalisation, but it lasted no longer than a few years, only for his newly-found family members to enter the picture and mess his brilliant system of identity split… because with children, there’s no dichotomy - they will be his in cowl and out of it, and there will be a price to pay. and bruce realises that, when his abandonment issues also come into play - when he pushes his sons away to protect them from a life of his own invention.

i want these narratives to be complex; i want stories in which his love, just as his grief, gets ugly. and his grief, just as his love, becomes graceful and merciful. however that quote went, about being like gd -- loving everything/everyone and therefore nearly no one/nothing. not a comparison too out of place, since the whole world bends to his personal story.

but i also want the real, breathing thing, ordinary. i want bruce wayne a socialite that truly enjoys high society, as per old canon, that bristol man who drags his body through gotham whole, one with it and yet separated through the numbers in his bank account. i’m interested in bruce wayne rich and a rehabilitationist and therefore worryingly liberal-leaning-conservative. bruce wayne and his stupid, soft robes, and reading glasses, and barbecue parties, and that mini-golf in his WE office, having all of that while playing an every-man.

but that doesn’t answer the question, does it- i suppose what i think of bruce wayne is that: he’s wrong about nearly everything but that love matters. and he's most compelling when put in opposition to leslie, who reads him like an open book and thinks of him: a monster of her own.

[cassettedec]

normal. normal and sane behaviour.

[twinklyylights]

Proud (Outro). - Twinklylights - Shameless (US) [Archive of Our Own] 13/13

He’s ready to continue being a husband. To continue loving Ian like it’s what he was put on earth to do.

He’s ready to wake up every day and know that he and Ian have made it. That all the things they’ve been through have been worth it.

He’s ready for year two and all the years that’ll come after that.

All the time they’ve got to spend, falling more in love with each other.

He’s ready for all of it.

Or, the month by month, high and low-lights of Mickey’s second year as a husband.

Read the WHOLE THING on Ao3!

Finally.

[coachbeards]

you can't tell me roy "tell the truth. he's fine. that's it. there's nothing wrong with that, most people are fine. but it's not about him, it's about why the fuck you think he deserves you. you deserve someone who makes you feel like you've been struck by fucking lightning. don't you dare settle for fine" kent would be silent when the concerns of beardjane are brought up, that he'd leave the room when it's talked about, then would end up being beard's best man.

[dkettchen]

[incarnadinedreams]

I frequently see people saying that the list of traits Jiang Cheng gave to the matchmaker are "impossible standards", ridiculous, unreasonable, outlandish, absurd, nobody could ever possibly meet them, etc.

Anyway the translation that's up on the wiki is:

His requirements in his partner are: naturally beautiful, graceful and obedient, hard-working and thrifty, coming from a respected family, cultivation level not too high, personality not too strong, not too talkative, voice not too loud and must treat Jin Ling nicely.

First off, the list comes from a random trivia answer MXTX gave in an interview, not the novel canon. So whether you even consider it canon at all is up for grabs to begin with. Though I think there was a scene in CQL with a similar list so it would be canon there, minus the Jin Ling point (due to the point in the story the scene was set)? (So I believe the matchmaker blacklisting point still wouldn't be CQL canon though, just the list?)

But if you do take it all as a Super Serious Canon Thing, well... to be honest I just don't think that list is at all unusual, given the setting? I believe many of the points in the list are just traits considered generally good for ladies of the time period (intentionally vague as that time period may be). (I am absolutely not an expert though so please correct me if I'm wrong about that.)

To me it seems that it's not that they're unusually high or unattainable standards, they're just so generic that they're sort of unhelpful. That he has like no idea what he wants at all outside what he's supposed to want.

The only points that actually seem to have any specificity are things like cultivation level not too high. Which some people could interpret negatively, and fair enough. But personally to me that seemed more like a flashing neon sign of 'please someone not like my mother', given her strength in cultivation was one of her defining traits (and something that he may have felt led to her disappointment in him). Even though Jiang Cheng may carry forward some of her traits himself (for better and for worse; this is not a YZY hate zone but there's... a lot there), he does seem to have at least given some thought to choosing a partner to counter some of the pain points of his own childhood and aim for something different (and we see him trying to do that himself in specific ways as well, like his staunch support of Jin Ling when he was crying after the Second Siege, even if he doesn't always fully succeed).

And, of course, 'must treat Jin Ling nicely'. Which seems obvious and not like a big deal at first, but I think actually could reasonably be a big sticking point in a potential marriage. My understanding is that he was wildly more involved in Jin Ling's life than a maternal uncle would normally be. Including this as a specific requirement seems to send a particular type of statement, as if it was important to him that any potential match would not take offense to him treating an orphaned child that wasn't his with a lot of attention and gifts and favor... hmmm, how could he have possibly decided that could be a problem in a marriage...?

(Obviously, the scenario would be very different than his parents' - none of the salacious rumors and the humiliation that came with them that really drove a deeper wedge between YZY and JFM - but he was obviously going to be doing a lot more for Jin Ling than an average uncle so it makes sense to have that be a specific point upfront.)

I'm ultimately in the 'it was MXTX making a joke and not meant to be taken nearly this seriously' with a side of 'the clan leaders of this generation aren't in a hurry to get married because MXTX just didn't feel like writing their wives in and also it was funny' camp so I think there's a limit to how much insight can be gleaned from this, you know? It is fun to play with it in-universe and explore the implications on the society and political system going forward in the decades post-canon, but I do try to keep myself from taking it too seriously when it's clearly not a well-thought-out plot point or anything, just a fun offhand jokey trivia bit.

But I like the vibes of it all well enough to accept it as 'semi-canon' or 'canon enough' for myself anyway because I think the 'must treat Jin Ling nicely' point is cute and the rest is just standard for the setting and the blacklisted by matchmakers part is funny, and I'm much more willing to subsume random bits from interviews into my brain's blorbo blob if it's something funny.

[thefirstknife]

It's crotating time! I'll be streaming my team's attempt btw, here. Not expecting much, but I like trying out day 1!

[alkalinefrog]

Electricity wires are down Rainbow colours fading to brown Adventurous smile shifting to frown Courageous boy, now you’re a clown Your Antarctic hair, off with the crown Your spirited friends, now a ghost town You run... [x]

Jack from OTNWAS