#it wasn’t serious!

[70spunkstars]

If I see one more “Hobie doesn’t like labels” headcanon/work post I might cry 💔

[milk-lover]

Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."

Here's a line that got me in particular:

"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."

(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)

[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[datdolphin]

I like them a normal amount.

[padmestrilogy]

^ rare clip of a youtuber talking about the acolyte worth unmuting

[acertainmoshke]

I was a “grumpy” kid. It was a joke in my family. They (with all loving intention) teased me for being a grouch, poked me when I scowled, got me things like pencil cases with “smile and no one will know you’re mad”

They also lectured me when I withdrew from whatever activity half an hour in or pulled out my book, because I was meant to be participating. Any picture taken at the end instead of the beginning of volunteering/marching in a parade/whatever has me utterly stony faced

I realized today that I was constantly overstimulated. It’s a similar emotional reaction to low blood sugar but I could recognize that as a kid and knew I had to eat regularly or I got dizzy and mean. The other seemed to be random

But we’re trying out hearing aids for audio processing, right? And we went to archery practice which is in a field by a road. And I was in a good mood, chattering with my partner, and then as soon as we got there I got grumpy. Everything made me want to snap or yell or pull away (I only did the last one, because I’m an adult who can turtle in on myself instead of screaming)

And they were like, “Are you having a sensory moment? Do you want to turn your hearing aid down?”

And I did and the passing cars on the road got softer and suddenly I was fine

But I lived like this for years, with the assumption it was just part of my personality but that if I didn’t want to go to whatever class or meeting or event, or if I wanted to sit in a corner and read, or if I shut down half an hour in, I was just not being Good

[lifeof-pink]

i think the way the book became 3rd person pov when kim dokja got off the train is one of the most fucking genius literary moves ive seen in years

[wonyopout]

another trip around the sun | jang wonyoung x reader

~ its your most special girl's most special day!

(cw: g!p wonyoung, slight overstim, public sex, cunnilingus, switch!reader, switch!wonyoung)

~wc: 2.5k

The light spilling in through the cracks of the curtains illuminating sections of the bed and two sleeping bodies would be a pretty sight if not for the fact that A. you do not want to be awake yet, and B. you would much rather not be blinded first thing in the morning. This would've been a horrible start to your day were it not for the sleeping body next to you. a welcome surprise from the past months of being apart, and a lovely birthday present for your girlfriend, wonyoung. even just the sight of her sleeping so soundly makes you coo.

You sigh as you turn over to check your phone charging on the nightstand to see some friends of yours reminding you of your brunch plans. the night before, you were so caught up thinking about your day with wonyoung, how you’d have her all to yourself, to do whatever you wanted to her, that you forgot that you had planned a get together for wonyoung’s birthday just a few days prior. you pout a little, the idea of lazing around with your girlfriend all day is much more appealing, but it is her day after all and you planned on making her enjoy it to the fullest. you let yourself lie there for a little while longer with wonyoung’s breath fanning across your neck, as she's still tucked neatly into your side. you can feel her stirring as her hand softly creeps under your shirt to paw at your tummy, wordlessly seeking out your warmth. you can feel her against your thigh, peeking down to see the outline through her sleep shorts makes your mouth water. your fantasizing is cut short as you check the time on your phone:

10:15 am

you both need to be ready and out of the house in an hour if you want to get there on time. you roll over, pushing your body flush against wonyoung, peppering kisses along her neck and face to rouse her fully awake. you pull back a bit once she starts returning your kisses, just enough to meet her eyes and laugh at the way she pouts and leans forward to follow your retreating mouth.

“happy birthday wony~!”

It’s said between giggles and even more kisses in the most sing-song tone you can conjure up. A sort of ridiculousness you reserve just for wonyoung and her for you. she grins up at you like she herself just remembered it was her special day.

“hehe thank you, y/n-ah”

“if we didn’t have to leave so soon, I would’ve already taken care of.. that…”

wonyoung looks at you confused before she groans in realization, flushed from her neck to the tips of her ears at the comment. you loved it. you don’t know what it was about seeing wonyoung embarrassed that got you so… excited, for lack of a better term. that would have to wait till later though... you two share a kiss before stumbling out of bed to get ready to meet up with your friends. the sound of opening drawers and shuffling feet interrupted by shy whispers of “hi, you” whenever you meet eyes or by a giggle when wonyoung wipes the dried toothpaste off your chin as you go about your own routines. 

it’s not uncommon for you and wonyoung to style outfits for one another or give suggestions on what to wear, in fact she honestly really loves it when you choose what she wears, so when wonyoung waltzes up to you as you’re sat on the bed waiting for her to finish getting ready you know she's going to ask for your opinion. 

“y/n…”

the way she says your name makes you a little nervous. it sounds a bit like a warning or maybe like she’s unsure of something? it makes you wonder if maybe she would rather you two not go out today. It would be understandable enough, especially with how hectic her schedule has been lately. A day spent with just you two would be heaven in your eyes. you stare at her waiting for her to say something. but she doesn’t throw in the towel, instead she does a quick twirl, making you smile in the process at her antics, to show off a bit and something catches your eye. walking over to her, you flip up her skirt to give yourself a better look, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you grin at what you see. wonyoungs dick resting against her thigh, outline of the tip just barely visible through the sheer black tights under her skirt whenever she shifts just the right amount. No panties in sight.  

“hmm~ do you think I look okay?”

she's being a little tease and you both know it. Wonyoung doesn't give you a chance to answer, let alone question her, as she rushes out the bedroom door before reminding you that you'll be late if you don't leave right away. Whether or not she's got something up her sleeve doesn't matter much now because you've definitely got something up yours.. 

The drive to the cafe is spent in comfortable silence, with you glancing over at wonyoung now and again as she looks out the passenger side window. You’ve gotten to the point in your relationship where you can almost read wonyoung’s mind, gauge what she’s feeling just from the look in her eyes or the little mannerisms only you can pick up on. It makes your heart swell to think about how much you've grown with and because of each other. In your eyes, spending every one of your birthdays together from here on out still wouldn’t be enough trips around the sun where you get to call her yours. 

you're being waved over the second you enter the cafe with wonyoung being met with a chorus of “happy birthday”’s and plenty of hugs as you approach the table your friends reserved for you. you and wonyoung on one side of the table and your friends on the other. the brunch is filled with pleasant small talk and eye rolling gossip and, of course, good food. now, its time for the gift opening. each present wonyoung rips open is met with an identical heartfelt squeal. next is your present and wonyoung practically tears the packaging to bits to reveal a simple white box before gently taking off the lid. A custom made necklace. A gold abalone shell charm with an iridescent pearl nestled in the center. She looks at it long enough, not uttering a word, to make you feel a tiny bit self conscious.

“I- uh I know its nothing that extravagant but-”

“I love it, y/n-ah. I really really do.”

She pecks you on the lips before giving you a tight hug, making you melt instantly. the uneasiness leaves your body once you see her gushing over your gift with your friends as you secure it around her neck. its not chanel or miu miu, but there's only one in the world and it's hers. you aren't sure what does you in, but you shift closer to the girl, all inhibitions flying out the window as you rest your hand on her inner thigh.

from what they can tell it just looks like you’ve placed your hand on her thigh, not noticing the slow movements of you pumping wonyoung’s cock through her tights. poor wonyoung is trying her hardest to pay attention to the conversation being had, biting her tongue to stop herself from moaning every time you pet the pad of your thumb against her leaking cockhead. the second your friends turn their attention away from you two wonyoung’s looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s all a part of the game of course. a test in the form of a look, one you've both given each other countless times daring the other to keep going. Wonyoung knows you aren't one to throw in the towel that easily. you lean into her personal space then, being sure to give her throbbing dick a good squeeze before shushing her and whispering, “if you’re so worried about cumming in front of everyone then, just don’t cum.” being sure to smile sweetly at her as you go back to chatting with the others. practically giving yourself carpal tunnel as you pump her dick faster, trying your best not to move your arm too much and risk getting caught. at this point, wonyoungs head is nearly resting against the table as she’s got her eyes screwed shut, feeling her dick twitch against your hand as spurts of cum shoot out her bright red tip. thick globs saturating her tights, and slowly trickling down her leg. your friends give you a look then, silently asking if wonyoung’s alright. you wave them off, mouthing the word ‘migraine’. 

as much as you love humiliating wonyoung like this you would much rather them not notice her coming down from her high. 

========

You two make it home soon after that, with wonyoung downing two more mimosas and a not so discreet trip to the cafe's bathroom. This time the car ride’s silence isn’t so comfortable. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes on the road because you know the second you so much as peek over to the passenger side and see wonyoung’s blown out pupils and hazy look you'll pull the car over and ride her till shes shooting blanks. Really wonyoung is no better. The few seconds you spend fumbling with the keys at your apartment door is the greatest test of self control wonyoung has ever endured. The nails digging into your sides and her labored breathing aren't helping either. once wonyoung has got you on the other side of that door she's crashing her lips onto yours, her desperation making you grin into the kiss. she's reaching her hand under your shirt to yank your bra down just enough where she can tweak and pull at your nipples without it getting too much in the way, too impatient to fully take it off. 

“d-didn’t think i riled you up that bad-”

the taller girl pushes you back by the shoulders, the backs of your knees hitting the bed causing you to flop down onto it. she yanks you toward her by the ankles, biting her lip as your skirt rides up putting your soaked panties in full display. 

“you sure i’m the one that's riled up?”

The next minute is spent with you ripping your clothes off of each other, and actually tearing wonyoung’s tights. she's got her mouth on your chest, peppering kisses across it before latching on to your tit, leaving a mess of saliva on your nipple as she gives the other bud the same treatment. She kisses a trail down your stomach, stopping just short of where you want her, surprising you both at her strength as she flips you over and settles you right against her mouth. wonyoung moans as she flattens her tongue against your cunt, glancing up at you briefly before sucking your clit into her mouth. you reach down to grab a fistful of her hair, mainly to ground yourself but also because wonyoung loves the feeling she gets when you tug on it, like you’re keeping her in check. her tongue slows down on your cunt? harsh tug. she’s not looking you in the eye? harsh tug. just the idea of you, her sweet sweet y/n being rough with her has her whining against your cunt. 

“ah- fuck, slow down a little. just take your time and enjoy it sweetheart.”

wonyoung’s quick to do as she’s told, going from harsh sucks to giving kitten licks all over your mound, making sure to savor your taste. covering your pussy with her mouth entirely as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. you can tell she’s enjoying herself, already drunk on your taste, letting out muffled moans with her hips humping the air. wonyoung nearly cries when you reach behind you to weakly rub your palm against her hard length, slick with precum.

“fuck- wonyoung, just like that baby you’re making me feel so good”

She slurps your juices up, humming at the praise, licking long, firm, stripes from your entrance to your clit. feeling your sense of control slip away as she repeats the process over and over, mindlessly rocking your hips against her face the closer you get to release. you yelp as wonyoung latches back on to your throbbing clit with no warning, eyes rolling back as your orgasm washes over you. 

wonyoung doesn't give you a second to find your bearings before she's maneuvering your hips down toward her cock, just a quick kiss against your clit while ignoring the way you jolt at the action, before she's shifting against the downy pillows on your bed as she seats you down on her dick. your sensitive cunt sucking her in inch by inch, and bottoming out with the sound of a lewd squelch at the tight fit. she sets a harsh pace, fucking up into you as she brings your hips down to meet each thrush. the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, fully letting her use your pussy to get off, too fucked out to move on your own. she pulls you down onto her suddenly, panting into your open mouth, her hips snapping up to meet yours. white-knuckling the sheets as the pace alone sends you over the edge for the second time tonight. She arches up into you, painting your walls white with a groan as her hips still. 

Its the feeling of her warm sticky load filling you up that makes you snap. placing your hands on her abdomen as you lift your hips up just to slam them back down. wonyoung, no doubt drawing blood as her nails dig into your plush thighs, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. you get the angle just right, her spongy cock head hitting the most sensitive spot inside you with each thrust, cunt clamping down on wonyoung’s sensitive cock causing her to let out a broken sob as you both cum. rolling onto your back as you both catch your breath, turning to look at wonyoung only to find she’s already staring at you with a dopey grin on her face.

“so-” 

“I love you”

“...you love me because i fucked you so good you started crying, or you love me just for the sake of loving me?” 

it's playful, but wonyoung can tell from the look in your eyes that you're searching for something genuine, for reassurance. it makes her heart hurt just that little bit to know you still have your doubts about just how much she loves you.

“I love you just for the sake of loving you”

You hum softly, almost weighing your next words in your mouth.

“I love you too. thanks for being born.”

[timethehobo]

Random urge to draw Tech in a suit so-

[thetrinitytest]

[hauntedhotel]

Kinda obsessed with the difference between Martin's perspective during the apocalypse and Jon’s.

It's the difference between "I know you might hate me right now" and "I love you, I always will, and I know you love me"

It's the difference between Jon not being able to trust anyone, not even himself, but never for a second doubting that Martin loves him and Martin never being sure Jon’s feelings for him won't change.

It's the difference between Jon not always being loved perfectly and Martin having never been loved before.

It's Jon spending the entire apocalypse telling every monster they come across that Martin is his boyfriend, have you met Martin, this is his boyfriend Martin, his anchor, his last tie to humanity, his reason to still be hoping for a better ending. It's Martin telling his Lonely-self that if it comes down to it he'll ask Jon to destroy him and not being sure whether Jon will say no.

Even the jealousy, which is slightly played for laughs, still comes down to Jon being like "aw my boyfriend's getting all possessive 🥰" whereas deep down Martin has never let go of the idea that under different circumstances Jon could do better.

They're more emotionally open with each other during the apocalypse than they are for the years leading up to it, and they still don't stop misunderstanding each other.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

He still remembered the first time he called Tails “lil’ bro” out loud. The kit’s reaction was unforgettable.

It felt natural to Sonic. He’d already been referring to the kit as his little brother to cashiers and any other stranger who got nosy and asked what a blue hedgehog was doing with a two tailed fox kit without either of their parents around. They always gave him an odd look but that didn’t matter. He didn’t exactly care what these people he’d probably never see again thought of his and Tails’ little life. They weren’t in it so they didn’t get to have an opinion about it.

However, he apparently never voiced the whole little brother thing to the kit himself. Part of him didn’t think he needed to and that it was pretty obvious that they were basically family at this point. Sure it had only been a few months since they met, but Sonic only needed a few months to decide that this kid was his and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it.

In hindsight, he probably should’ve realized that Tails wouldn’t have come to that conclusion. He knew they were friends, best friends even, but Sonic could tell that the kid was still nervous about the whole situation between them. Whenever he thought he did something wrong, he always had this scared look in his eyes as he apologized over and over again. It was like he was still expecting the hedgehog to just dump him somewhere and leave him alone again.

There was also the chance that he just didn’t have a very good opinion of families. With his biological one being completely out of the picture and all, Sonic would have been surprised if it left a sour taste in his mouth. Then again, this theory hinged on the idea that he actually remembered his parents which he didn’t seem to, so it was safe to say that it probably wasn’t the case.

(There was a secret third option that had suggested that Tails simply didn’t see him as an older brother figure. Sonic didn’t like to think about that one too much.)

When he finally called Tails “lil’ bro” out loud, the kit stared up at him with the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen. They almost reminded him of the light blue chaos emerald with how much they were sparkling. Tails asked over and over if he meant it, that he really did see him as a little brother and barreled into the hedgehog when he confirmed. The kid pricked himself on a few quills but he didn’t seem to care, his namesakes spinning in happy circles all the same.

It had been maybe three weeks since then.

Tails never really called him his big brother in public, or in private really. Any time someone asked him who he was with, he’d just silently pointed over at Sonic. When asked what their relationship was, he just fidgeted nervously and ran over to the hedgehog, making it so that Sonic had to explain that they were brothers.

He never held it against the kit, figuring that he was just nervous. He was never comfortable around strangers for obvious reasons so it made sense that he wouldn’t talk to them.

He was just a quiet and anxious kid. That's all it was.

The memory faded away as the sound of a small coughing fit brought him back to reality. He slowly sat up and stretched, looking around their campsite for the source of the noise only to find the culprit where’d he’d been for the past few days now. Sonic sighed and made his way over to him.

The duo hadn’t moved in almost a week. Tails had caught a pretty bad flu and Sonic didn’t want to force him to fly around the zone or travel at supersonic speeds in general. He didn’t think that kind of thing would do him very good when what he needed was fluids and sleep.

Sonic sat down next to the sick kit who had conked out again after his quick coughing fit. He took his glove and put the back of his hand on the fox’s forehead. Tails was still burning up, his fur was damp with sweat and his sinuses still audibly congested as his small body fought off the intruder.

He sighed again as he put his glove back on. They were nowhere near any hospitals where the kid could lay down in an actual bed and be looked over by professionals. Instead, all he had was the ground, a pillow and blanket, and some broke eleven year old.

Luckily, Sonic had enough money to quickly run off and buy some medicine for the kid but that was pretty much it. His wallet was empty except for a few coins and they were running low on food. Last he checked, they only had two cans of chili left. That was dinner tonight and tomorrow, they’d have to skip breakfast and lunch which wasn’t good for the sick fox.

The medicine made Tails sleep for most of the day so he couldn’t see as Sonic’s worries and doubts started eating the hedgehog alive.

Had he made the right call when he decided to stop looking for a suitable family for the kit? What did he have to offer him, especially right now? He wasn’t fit to be watching over a little kid by any means. They ate the same thing every day, sometimes they didn’t eat at all, Sonic was far from a good influence, and their life was full of potential danger. Chaos, the kid had gotten grabbed by Robotnik a few times and almost used as a living battery for one of his robots.

To top it all off, Sonic himself was still a kid. What did he know about raising someone?

He loved Tails, he really did. Without fail, he looked forward to seeing him the next day and continuing their little adventure to save the island one zone at a time. He loved the little guy’s laugh, his smile, the way he tilted his head when he was confused and all his other quirks that made him who he is. For a bit, he kinda thought it was weird for an eleven year old to have a four year old best friend. But when that four year old just so happens to be the coolest kid you’ve ever met and will ever meet, it really can’t be helped.

But as much as he adored his little tagalong, this wasn’t something he could be selfish about. Part of him was starting to regret telling Tails that he saw him as family and getting his hopes up because if this didn’t work out after all-

“Mmm…Sonic?” A quiet little voice weakly called out as its owner temporarily returned to the waking world.

Sonic snapped out of his self loathing and directed his attention towards the kit, “Hey, bud. How you feelin’?” He asked, putting a hand on the kit’s head and gently petting him.

“m’body still aches… ‘nd m’nose is still stuff-“ he cut himself off with one sneeze, then another, “stuffy…”

He went to wipe his nose with his paw, but Sonic beat him to it as he cleaned off his little brother’s muzzle with a small scrap of cloth. “Well, you still feel pretty warm. You wanna try drinking some water?”

The kit’s watery eyes stared off into space as he thought about it before he gave a small nod that was barely visible. Sonic helped him sit up, wincing at how his ears drooped and how limp his tails were. The fox rubbed his eyes with the back of his paw and let out a squeaky yawn as Sonic fetched the big water bottle he had stolen from the pharmacy he got the medicine at.

(He probably could’ve stolen the medicine too and saved some money. What would they have done? Chase after him?)

He handed the bottle to the kit and put a hand on his back as Tails slowly brought the bottle to his mouth and drank, making sure not to spill any even in his state of delirium.

When he was done, he handed the bottle back to Sonic who put the cap back on and set it to the side. “That any better?”

Tails nodded, “mm-hm…it tasted good.”

Sonic chuckled at the kid’s slurred words, a firm indicator that he was once again fading quickly, “I’ll bet. Why don’t you lay back down and get some more sleep, bud.”

He nodded again and laid back down, tails weakly curling around him as Sonic tucked him in nice and snug.

“Sonic?”

“Tails?”

“Why’d you look sad earlier?” The fox asked, fighting against his heavy eyelids to stay awake a little longer.

The hedgehog blinked at him, “You were awake?”

Tails shifted a bit, “Mm…kinda..b’also kinda not..”

Sonic lifted his hand to the kit’s head, scritching behind his ear and trying to ignore just how warm he felt, “You sure you weren’t just imagining things? You might’ve just been out of it, kiddo.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, “i ‘unno..maybe..” he nuzzled into his pillow, “b’ you looked pretty upset…”

“I’m all good, bud.” Sonic promised, “You just gotta worry about getting better so we can get back to kick Ro-butt-nik’s butt, alright?”

Tails nodded and finally allowed his eyes to close, “M’sorry i got sick…”

“No need to apologize for that, lil’ bro.” He shook his head, “I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner, alright?”

“okay big bro…” was the last thing the fox managed to get out before he fell asleep for what would be the next few hours.

He continued scritching until he made sure the kit was out. He then pulled his hand back and just stared at him.

Big bro…

It shouldn’t have meant so much to him, it really shouldn’t have, but Sonic couldn’t help the smile that forced its way onto his muzzle as fondness filled his entire chest, squeezing him tight.

Never in a million years did he ever think he’d be called someone’s brother, let alone be part of a family. He always thought that kind of life would weigh him down and force him to stop moving.

He thought he’d hate it and yet here he was, in the middle of Hill Top Zone with the only person in Mobius he considered to be family.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

He placed the water bottle in arm’s length of the fox just in case as he picked up the dirty cloth and ran down to the river nearby to wash it off for later use. When he returned, he put it back in the backpack and got out their cooking supplies and a can of chili to start making dinner.

Maybe he wasn’t the most qualified to be looking after a four year old, but that didn’t mean he was about to quit just because he’d hit a rough spot.

This kid was his, and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it. Not even his own self doubts.

[badlyblurry]

teen stan comforts teen ford after the bad day at school because of bullies?

”One of these days, you and me are gonna sail away from this dumb town.”

“You and *I*. Grammar, Stanley.”

“Shut yer yap, Pointdexter.”

I’m actually really proud of this one <3

STANCEST SHIPPERS DNI

[stardust-sunset]

the reason darry stopped being friends with most of the docs was because he participated in a group jumping of another kid and had gone on a bit of a crime spree that night with the other socs (petty theft, vandalism, stuff like that) and it was mrs curtis who had to pick him up from jail the next morning. (they called her and she told them to keep him overnight to drive the point home) and when she got to the jail she was SHAKING and her eyes were red rimmed and darry just felt a part of him break. she grabbed his wrist so tight that he nearly bled from her nails digging into his wrists. he tried to talk to her, tell her he was sorry, how badly he messed up (he was BAWLING) but she just wouldn’t talk back. The only thing she says is

“I expected better of you, Darrel.”

Darrel. Her calling him by his full name like he’d requested she did in front of his stupid friends, like he’d snapped at his brothers for not calling him. she would’ve given anything just to hear them call him “Darry” one last time. But no. Right now, he was Darrel. Darrel who almost went soc. Darrel who had ditched his childhood best friend who he’d known since kindergarten for some douchy rich guy. Darrel who had bullied his brother in the hallway along with his friends just to fit in. He wasn’t Darry, the kind, hardworking, proud big brother of two wonderful baby brothers and the son of two amazing parents. He was Darrel. Darrel, who was sure his mom hated him and would never forgive him.

[decladams]

GANSEY

[hamletthedane]

….I don’t believe you