#pls ignore if you're not feeling it

[what-the-stark]

Sinday Muse Profile

Bold what applies to your muse. italicize if it somewhat applies/is something that they may be interested in/are situationally interested in. strike out what does not apply to them/is something they’d prefer to avoid at all costs.

(Items in parentheses are personal add-ins!)

(Red text is for things the muse is especially into)

Identity & Preferences

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual. demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cisgender. transgender. non-binary.  intersex.  genderfluid.  other identity not specified. dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men.  sex with women.  sex with non-binary people.  sex with multiple people.  sex-neutral.  sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive.  average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon.  sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night. sex at any time.

Sounds

very quiet.  very loud.  grows in volume over time.  whimpering.  whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping.  heavy breathing, (Talks during sex, unsurprisingly)

Body

fully clothed.  underwear only.  naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes.  sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender.  sensitive neck.  sensitive shoulders (left one/arm in general can be tender due to repeated injury).  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

Toys

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them. using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them. using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them.  using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner. having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them.

Fetishes and Activities

leather. ropes (for partners, not for him).  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings.  corsets.  footwear.  high heels.  piercings.  strap-ons.  tattoos.  sharp items.  weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth.  tongues.  eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests.  arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips.  asses.  cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine.  blood.  menstrual blood. lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts.  demons.  angels.  monsters.  aliens.  vampires.  werewolves.  mannequins.  tentacles.  pet play.  puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  food.  intoxication.

Kinks and Interests

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex. giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex.  frottage.  edging.  being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed.  tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed.  blindfolding.  being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play. knife play.  gun play.  blood play.  food play. sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying.  barebacking.  female domination. praising.  being praised.  worshipping.  being worshipped. humiliating.  being humiliated.  degrading.  being degraded. biting.  being bitten.  scratching.  being scratched.  giving pain.  receiving pain. spanking.  being spanked. whipping.  being whipped. licking.  being licked. tickling.  being tickled.  choking.  being choked. fisting.  being fisted.  breeding.  being bred. giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge. pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner. watching a third party.  being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with.  playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with.  their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex

Location

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room. in a home bathroom.  in a public bathroom.  in the bath.  in the shower. at school.  in a closet.  in the kitchen. in the living room. in a lounge.  in an office.  in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods.  in a garden.  in a field.  at a beach.  in the snow.   in a car.  by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft.  in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital.  in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop.  in an alley.  in a parking garage.

Tagged by: @kissedbymischief <3333 Tagging: @indimensions, @blindbastard, @redxinmyledger, @notgonnabesubtle, @gildinbainas, @trust-my-glorious-purpose

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

Not to be sincere on main but honestly just watching Nick and his friends asserting his bisexuality every time someone assumed he was gay just... Like it wasn't just "oh well I'm with a boy so I'm basically gay, nevermind it's basically the same thing" it was "this part of my identity is important no matter who I'm dating, so I am going to make that distinction known, I am going to correct you when you make that assumption, you don't get to reduce me to 'one or the other'" and it made my bisexual heart very happy :)

[reanimatedgh0ul]

it's crazy to me that angsty broody danny™ is as popular as it is in fanon when it's like first off have you even MET danny and secondly SAM EBONY DARK'NESS DEMENTIA RAVEN WAY MANSON IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE OUT OF ANYONE IN THE TRIO SHE'S THE ONE WHO'S GONNA ACT LIKE THAT OK I NEED MORE OF Y'ALL TO REALIZE THIS

THIS RIGHT HERE IS LITERALLY WHAT SAM VS DANNY WOULD LOOK LIKE ACTUALLY

[teathattast]

i know you'll be by my side

while heaven and earth collide

we're sinking underwater, learning to fly

and we'll rise to the surface when it's over

[khihi]

hm. feeling annoying and embarrassing to be around today. dont like that.

[milkpansa-archive]

word of honor ep. 24 - wen ke xing in his pretty pink robes (ft. ah xu and cheng ling)

​happiest of birthdays to you belovedest mj <3 @laowen​

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

debating on whether or not i should bother with @remuslupininskirts with unnecessary spam messages about nothing in particular. but i couldn't decide. so i am. making this post. apparently

[theflyingfeeling]

...🎻

me @ literally everyone else: your feelings are valid! you have the right to feel the way you feel! you are not a burden! ❤️

me @ myself: your problems are trivial and actually you are being silly and petty and self-centered for having any sort of feelings about anything ever, also you should stop confiding in people while having very little to offer in return because people will find you tiring to deal with and that's why you're only capable of maintaining shallow casual relationships 💅

[lastoneout]

sometimes I don't think we put as much of an emphasis on enunciating while singing as we should

[jeoseungsaja]

@mythvoiced​ ♚ i told him he wasn’t requested but he wanted to come out anyway, i’m sorry---

♔ ———–​

Nine-tailed fox tries to sneak behind him, even when knowing that shining dokkaebi can practically hear the most minuscule of sounds, no matter how distracted he can be with book between his hands. Gumiho’s palm suddenly lands on Shin’s shoulder; his other set of fingers placing a flower crown atop goblin’s head. Cherry blossoms and royal azaleas hold a beauty of their own, but they look even more beautiful amid the contrast of silky dark brown strands.

    He’s sure the flowers would agree: Kim Shin is the most beautiful creature to exist.

    The hand on Shin’s shoulder boldly but gently slides down; dares to rest where Shin’s heart must be. This isn’t a reminder of blade stuck in chest, nor is it a wish to remember the blood spilled. This is a way of silently letting Shin know that there’s tenderness in this space; home of utmost warmth. Many have been the times he’s found comfort upon dokkaebi’s chest; calmness that cannot be found anywhere else but in his presence. A sacred spot. 

“A King should have his crown, shouldn’t he?” 

  He announces, with that glint of playful mischief in eyes. Still behind him, Yeo leans in, slowly accommodating himself so both his arms can loosely encircle Shin’s neck. 

  The nine-tailed fox kisses beloved’s temple. 

“Sorry, is it disrespectful to give my devotion like this?” 

  A smile; nose now gently brushing his cheek. 

“Do you want to know what are you King of?” 

———– ♔

[ngtskynebula]

As a Korean living in Korea, I wanted to say that generally having a high nose bridge is actually considered beautiful and many people get surgeries to make their nose look like that. you can have whatever opinion you want about people’s looks I guess (although you may want to consider that hyper analyzing and judging people’s appearances so closely, whether you think you’re complimenting them or not, is probably exactly the reason why idols have the work done that you are judging them for…) but please try not to generalize and make statements that aren’t really true about other cultures if you don’t really know about it :)

Oh my god, you came back 😭

I'm not saying you're wrong and I'm right, or anything like that, I'm just saying it is weird for you to send me an anonymous ask explaining smth I did not ask you about in the first place. The suddeness made me uncomfortable at first, and I was ready to leave it at that because I got you did it out of good intentions, but now it just seems to me you want to be right and make me agree with you and maybe tell you I'm sorry, I dunno.

You're making my one (1) publication regarding this matter much bigger than it is 😮‍💨 That being said, whether you're genuinely Korean from South Korea or not, I don't care, nor does it matter to me to argue with you and try to get the upper hand or smth.

My post has absolutely nothing to do with the reason celebrities go under the knife, please be serious for a sec. I don't know about South Korea and its culture first hand, that's for sure, and I dare not act as if I did.

I apologize if I was disrespectful and contributed to any misconception or bad reputation (?). Possible cultural differences and dissonances aside (I dunno enough english to expand it.)

To summarize, I don't really see the point you're trying to make, but I did not want to be disrespectful. I don't believe I was, but it doesn't matter if you disagree with me, because this topic shouldn't even have been this... stretched out (?) in the first place.

Buddy, I'm just a random person on Tumblr. If you think I'm dumb, or rude, or anything like that, feel free, okay? I won't get mad. I just wanted to say it's a shame Jeonghan had a nose plastic surgery 😭😭😭

[fallen-regentarc]

...

[retiredcultistredux]

Why did you choose NOW to butt in? Why not follow the death cultists that can ABSOLUTELY destroy the world 99% of the time?

Quincy: "Besides, how was I supposed to know he was working with these 'death cultists'? It's not like he told us anything useful. All we've known for a long time is that he wants power--there's loads of powerful deities and artifacts in the Main Realm, and even beyond. It's like finding a needle in an astronomically large haystack, and constantly finding Nothing upon Nothing is just...I'm kind of at my wit's end here. Cut me and the others some slack, ok? ...Oh, and I saw what you said about some 'long hallway'. I was hoping you could be more precise. You seem to know what's been happening, so surely you'd have more information, right?"

They paused, sighing.

Quincy: "...Sorry. I'm not trying to be rude. This is just...a lot more than you realize, and now that I know Void Termina's involved...I really don't work well under this much pressure, huh..."

[lunarheslwt]

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[omgeto]

☆ THREE ISN'T A CROWD — SATORU & SUGURU

summary: your best friends, geto and gojo, rail you in a hotel bed. that's it. that's the fic.

cw: afab!reader, finger fucking, unprotected sex, double penetration so mdni !!

an: I wrote this whilst drinking a big fat cup of tea, and eating a packet of stale biscuits. so no angsty romance today, just two besties appreciating you in their own special way. it is 5:40 am so I did not proof read this so ignore mistakes pls <;33

gojo and geto were mischievous on their own accords – but when together it was worse. so when you were sandwiched between them in your hotel room, since of course there was only one bed, you weren’t even surprised.

“this is not fair,” gojo mumbles, his lips curling into a mock pout as he exhales a huff of air. 

“oh don’t be a baby,” geto scolds, with a chuckle . gojo and geto bickered over who got to sleep where and after a lengthy game of rock paper scissors – it was gojo who had to face the wall. “you’ll get your turn soon.” you could feel geto’s breath on your neck as he was placed firmly behind you, his hands stuffed in your pants as his fingers caress your wet slit. 

“don’t be mean sugu,” you chastise, your hand trailing up gojo's back to his shoulder to turn him over, facing you, “there’s enough of me to go around.” gojo is needy, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips, wanting to taste all of you.

gojo didn’t think his plan would work, when he proposed it to geto he was swift in his agreement — the only thing left was you. their pretty little best friend. who they've both wanted a piece of, for years.

now that he’s got you, he couldn’t contain himself – if he wasn’t careful he knew he’d be cumming in his boxers too soon. he latches onto your neck sucking and biting his hands grabbing onto your tits, tweaking and pinching at your nipples.

“you’re hogging her,” gojo complains, as his fingers slip down to your cunt. geto adds another finger spreading your lips wider as gojo’s forces his fingers into you. they were both rubbing your pussy. your wetness making it easier for gojo to piston in and out of you and for geto to stroke and flick against your clit with his thumb.

“g-guys fuck, you’re both too much,” you whimper,  your hips thrusting towards gojo, slotting onto his fingers further. geto’s slides his tongue from your collar bone to your jaw before his hand grips onto it, his lips remain at your ears as he whispers, “you gonna cum for us baby?”

“yeah c’mon make a mess for us,” gojo adds, continuing his pattern of rubs and pushes in your pussy, its almost as if he’s committed the rhythm to memory. he was effortless in working with geto, both aiding each other to help you reach your climax. geto pinches your clint, hard, and you spray both of their hands with your cum – squirting all over them.

gojo’s eyes widen at the sight, “shit, i didn’t know you could do that” he exclaims, taking his fingers out of you, examining them as they glisten with your juices, “suguru, did she know that she could do that?”

geto ignores him, rolling his eyes at his friends over excitement, “wanna be wowed even further, taste her, i bet she’s sweet.” before gojo could comply you take his fingers in your mouth, practically choking on them as you suck off all your juices. 

“you taste good don’t you?” geto muses, pressing a kiss to your neck, you nod dumbly as you lock eyes with gojo still nibbling on his fingers. 

“hey suguru, can we try something with her,” gojo proposes, and geto nods, prompting him to continue, “i wanna stuff her. i want both of us to stuff her. 

“we can make that happen, can't we?” geto smirks, rubbing on your ass giving it a light smack, “come sit on my dick, i’ll take of you.”

“what about me?” gojo whines, groaning as you're pulled away from him and on top of geto. 

“you’ll get yours in due time, satoru,” geto scolds, taking out his dick giving it some light pumps before rubbing it across your slit. you force yourself down on him, your hands clawing at his chest as you push it down. you were already gushing at the feeling of geto inside of you, filling you whole. so the idea of having them both in you had you excited, grinding down onto geto’s dick as hard as he was thrusting into you.

“are you seeing this?” geto asks gojo, gesturing to the way your head was thrown back and your lips were clenched in your teeth, “the way our pretty friend here is all strung out on my dick?”

gojo’s eyes were focused on the way you bounced repeatedly on his best friends dick, furiously pumping his as the sight. the way your grabbed your tits and played with your nipples, moaning to the beat of geto’s thrusts, he knew he needed to be inside of you. 

he gets out of the bed, coming to kneel behind you, peppering kisses along your spine. “i think theres room for me, isn’t there?” he jests, slightly pushing you forward, eyeing the way geto’s dick slides in and out of you. 

you take a shark inhale at the feeling of gojo entering you, “you’re good,” geto reassures, “you can take us.” and you moan as you get used to the feeling of the both of them, their dicks rubbing together as they drive into you, instantly finding a rhythm. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, w-way too good,” gojo moans, holds you from behind, his chest presses against your back, his hands cupping your boobs as his head rests on your shoulders. 

“‘m close,” geto mutters, smirking at the sight of you, the feeling of you. “you gonna let us cum inside of you? really keep you filled up.” you moan out in agreement, your head felt so foggy with the feeling of them both charging into you. geto gives gojo a knowing smile, and as if on cue, they both load into you showering you with their cum. you finish at the same as them with a high pitched moan, releasing onto them, feeling stuffed with all their cum, and yours, resting inside of you.

“now that,” gojo pulls out of you, pressing an appreciative kiss on the corner of your lips before collapsing on the bed with a blissful smile, “was fucking magical.”

“yeah i guess it was good,” geto chuckles, still inside of you, kissing you on your forehead, his hand slinging over your ass, as you slump on top of him, “how are you feeling?”

“you two are exhausting,” you joke with a smile, “but i can see why i kept you around as my friends.” although this was something that you yourself didn’t plan, you weren’t gonna deny that being freshly fucked and laid up with your two best friends wasn’t all that bad.

AN: I think you can see my heavy bias for geto come thru in this fic but oh well DIVIDERS BY @/CAFEKITSUNE I wrote this more for time than anyone else tbf BUT TELL ME WHAT U THINK since I am iffy on my smut skills

[chuluoyi]

✎ insatiable

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend is hot and wild, and he has one problem: he always finds you too pretty to resist

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—in the form of heavy smut (gojo eating you out, p in v sex, missionary style, and hints of semi-rough sex?) and fluff, fluff, fluff—it gets exponentially soft during aftercare because i need fluff to live

note: i'm no saint, i know, and i'm blaming all this on my pms🤧 this is obviously not my best work but pls enjoy regardless🥲 based on this idea of love hotel dates

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

Gojo Satoru is a man of demanding needs, and ‘holding back’ is never in his vocabulary.

Sometimes he swears you do it on purpose—the choice of your sundress, revealing your soft thighs for everyone to see; or pulling up your hair to enunciate the beauty of your neck, which reminds him of just how much he loves it to leave his love bites there.

And how you coyly look at him while doing so, it’s hard not to get hard.

You made him want to fuck you into the mattress and devour you whole—well, with you looking so inviting like that, you couldn’t really blame him for leading you to love hotel in the middle of your dates now, could you?

. . .

“Why are you so pretty, huh? All dolled up just for me...”

Your plush thighs framing each side of his head, your dress was long discarded as you lay sprawled out, legs parted wide . . . with Satoru sucking your dripping cunt hungrily and you pulling at his hair.

“Ahh... hah... mmnghh!” the way his voice was muffled between your legs, paired with how his tongue was tasting your clit had you moaning like a distressed kitten— and you felt hot all over.

And oh, couldn't you tell that you were so wet already down there?

You grimaced, focusing on the rising heat pooling in your lower belly. “Satoru... you're too—!”

“Hmm? Too what? Too good, sweet pea?” he edged you on, that devilish smirk on his face. “Of course I am. I'm the best.”

The way he lapped at your overflowing pussy was mind-blowing to say the least—casually nipping, licking, and overall, just scarfing down your sensitive flesh with such fervor.

How could someone be so incredibly sinful and heavenly at the same time?

"Aahhhh!" you yanked his locks and arched your back when he blowed air into your clit—your body spasming when you finally felt the knot in your belly burst once again, his awaiting tongue slurping you as if you were his tastiest treat.

And by now, you could barely form any thoughts, after he pulled the rag out from under you by making you cum four times.

“Do I make you feel good?” he chuckled, still pressing his face between your legs. With your head spinning and stars dancing in your vision, you could only whine.

Seeing you rendered into such hot mess—all because of him, Satoru smiled, ignoring the slight pain in his scalp as he swallowed your cum with that devious smirk before kissing your inner thigh with the very same daring mouth that was devouring your pussy before.

Beautifully and perfectly wet. You were like a ripe fruit for ready the taking now.

“Now, sweets... let me just show you what the best feels like.”

Suddenly, his length slid into you like a perfect fit, hitting you right where it should be. The sensation left you breathless, and in a flash, you let out hitched cries as he began to move within you, setting a relentless rhythm that seemed almost unforgiving.

“Satoru— too fast! Too de—ngh, hah—!”

Oh my, what a precious thing you are, writhing under him like this. “Really…? Then it means I’m doing—haah—a great job at this then.”

With each thrust, he marvelled at how tight your walls were engulfing him. Damn, if this kept up longer, even he wouldn’t last. Your pussy was a heavenly treasure.

“Fuck, you're so—hot,” Satoru panted, his fingers digging into your thighs as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was really going to lose it soon, especially when right now, under him, you were a sight to behold. So pliant, so pretty, all his—

“I can't—!” you suddenly blurted, tears running down your scrunched-up face. “Satoru, I can't anymore—please—”

“Oh, but you can, baby girl,” he slowed down and countered in a low growl, interlacing his fingers with yours and folded your knees, effectively pinning you down to the bed. He had never made you hit five orgasms in one session, but now he was about to set a personal best.

His eyes captivated you, with how glittery they were. “One more time. My girl can do it.”

The underlying command in his tone triggered you, turning you on. And then he plowed into you— and then you didn't know anymore as the one thing you could utter was his name, in broken wails. “Satoru! argh—aaaah! Satoruuuu!”

His name spilling nastily from your lips, and—holy fuck, how your folds were still clenching around his cock so deliciously tight was just so—!!

He grunted, brushing his lips on yours in a messy kiss as his other hand squeezed your plump breast, making you yelp. “Can't blame me for this. Will fuck you till you can’t walk. You're mine now.”

He thrusted faster and harder, targeting your cervix repeatedly like a predator in heat. And your scream was the loudest ever yet when you cummed for the fifth time—

“Ah… ah—ahhhh!” your body shuddered, a wave of blinding pleasure crashed upon you so hard your vision dimmed, lost in the sensation of how his hips snapping and rolling into you sharply without giving you a chance to recover.

And by God, you are amazing, because in the next minute, Satoru lost all his shits and groaned loudly—his hot cum spurting in successive bursts and filling you up oh so nicely . . . even overflowing as it dripped out of your spent folds and down to the pristine sheets.

Satoru slowly sat up on the bed. The air was still thick with the aftermath of the best sex he had for the first time in a while.

It took him a few moments to realize that you passed out as you were lying face down on the pillow, motionless. A frown creased his forehead as he pulled you closer to him, tenderly brushing your hair aside.

“Sweetheart, hey? You okay?” he cautiously whispered. “Hey...”

His heart suddenly thudded within his ribcage when you failed to respond. The mere thought of you being anything less than okay was enough to send him spiraling.

You cracked your eyes open at his prodding, and let out a whimper when you felt a sudden cramp seizing your lower abdomen. In reflex, you clutched at the source of discomfort and curled upon yourself.

Satoru got a hold of you quickly, alarmed, trying to soothe you. “We're getting a bath, yeah? Hold on.”

Gone was the rabid man who senselessly fucked you over, replaced by the sweet boyfriend who was worried sick over your state.

He rushed to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath. However, noticing your slow, pained attempt to stand, he hurried back, lifting you effortlessly with one arm under your knees.

“Shh,” he quieted your whine gently, planting a swift kiss on your forehead. “You’re sore. Don't walk—let me carry you.”

And not only did he carry you, Satoru also tenderly bathed you, keeping you close to his chest. He sat behind you in the bathtub, comforting you with gentle caresses when you sniffled and pressing soft kisses on your wet shoulders, one arm securely around your waist.

After the bath, he quickly dried you off and wrapped you in the hotel's plush bathrobe. With utmost care, he lifted you again in a princess-carry and tucked you into the bed you both shared for the night.

“How are you feeling now, hmm?” he asked you softly, drawing you to his embrace again. “Better?”

Even refreshed from the bath, your mind was still partially muddled in the afterglow from the earlier lovemaking. You sought solace in his comforting presence. “Mm-hmm...”

“I was too rough on you, wasn’t I?“

He really made good on that promise—you wouldn’t be able to walk now as you felt too much like a jelly. You simply let out a soft sigh and gently bumped your forehead against his chest in a resignation, which brought a smile to his face.

“Sorry...” he murmured, his hand finding your hip to start a gentle massage. Unbeknownst to your half-sleepy state, he genuinely meant his apology. “In my defense, you are just unbelievably ravishing though...”

“You’re insatiable,” you retorted through a haze, your voice scratchy as you poked him in the chest with little force.

“Heh, for you? Most definitely.”

That got you to smile. His words, warm and fond, wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, affirming his deep, unwavering affection and desire for you alone.

The soothing motions of his hip massage lulled you back to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut with a sense of tranquility. And seeing you like this, something inside Gojo Satoru pulsed with tenderness.

“So pretty,” he blurted in pure adoration, his honored eyes fixed firmly on your sleeping form, blinking in wonder. “Wasted on someone like me…”

Suddenly, he found that he wanted to be soft to you more than ever. Next time, he would take it nice and slow. He would mold himself into your needs and desires— that was his vow to himself.

And it dawned to him, how he didn't want this love hotels anymore. Instead, he wants forever, with you—

But until then... he would relish this moment to the fullest, indulging himself in your presence, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat—secure with the knowledge that he was yours, at least until forever falls apart.