((i did read these books as a kid))

teenagescardiecat asked: Books with homeschooled characters?

I actually can’t remember any books I have read that featured kids that were homeschooled the entire novel. I did some research, though, and made a list of promising ones that I wanted to read too! I hope these give you some ideas:

1. Armageddon Summer by Jane Yolen and Bruce Coville

2. Every Soul a Star by Wendy Mass

3. The Game by Diana Wynne Jones

4. Chicken Fried by Nicola Morgan 

5. The Girl Who Could Fly by Victoria Forester

6. The Homeschool Liberation League by Lucy Frank

Thanks so much for the question! 



Five years ago today, I got on an airplane with some kids I met in San Jose. As the oldest by 100 years, I was put in charge of keeping our Basic Training paperwork packets. I don’t remember the plane ride, I don’t remember if I read or did anything normal to pass the time. I do know that it was the first time two of the five kids had ever been on an airplane. And I remember spending my government food check on frozen yogurt at the Atlanta airport.

I have a picture of them, on a recently found photo card — but instead of posting it, how about one of the puppy I saw on the trip to the mall with my recruiter the day before I left?

My recruiter took me to the puppy store. That probably should have been my first clue that I wasn’t going to have a standard-issue experience.

Nonetheless, an element of the next six months crosses my mind, without exaggeration, every day. There are details I’ve forgotten, though thanks to a friend still having the text string that dates back that far, I’ve recently been reminded that at one point in the enlistment process, I was referred to by the color of my underwear. Twice.

In those six months, there are the things they want you to learn — and then the things you figure out on your own. Though it’s possible that’s the sort of thing you ARE supposed to learn, even if it’s not explicitly on the syllabus. Attention to detail. Positive control of sensitive items. Poker face in the event of interrogation. OPSEC. The art of not getting caught.

I mean, allegedly. Like, allegedly the best place to dispose of correspondence you don’t want read out loud to the entire company in the chow line is not in the toilet — it floats. Certainly not in the garbage can, that’s going to be turned upside down.

You tear it up and shove it in a half-full shampoo bottle. Allegedly.

That one’s free.

Everyone knew I was writing a book about the whole process while I was there. They knew I kept notes. They asked how they were going to be portrayed. And five years later, I have all the notes. All of the photos. All of the texts. All of the letters. Everyone’s out of prison.

It’s time.


[about the way Jon is affected by the death of Ygritte] He’s obviously destroyed about it but he’s lost many people in the past. (x)

Things you wish had been in the movies....

So, my husband and I are pretty big fans of Harry Potter. My dad read the first two books to me when I was a kid (and yeah, he pronounced Hermione “her-mee-ohn :|) but Eric had only ever seen the movies (and not even in the right order, mind you). I own all the books and one night I cracked open The Sorcerer’s Stone and started to read aloud to him; I didn’t expect him to be as enraptured as he was! I read three chapters (and yeah, I did voices- Hagrid’s is the hardest!) and after that it became a nightly routine. We’re halfway through Prisoner of Azkaban right now.  Eric was most interested in learning the little details that had been left out of the movies- surprisingly, the part he was most satisfied to hear was when Harry first comes into Lupin’s office and sees the Grindylow. It had never made sense to him that in the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 movie, Lupin asks “What creature did you see in my office when you first entered it (paraphrasing)?” because we never see that in the third movie.  
The part that I always wished they’d put in the movie was the potions riddle in the Sorcerer’s Stone (Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind…).  It was one of my favorite parts, and it really showed how clever Hermione was- and how royally fucked Harry would have been without her. 
So, my question to all of you is- what part from the books do you wish had made it into the movies? 

EDIT: Seeing another reply reminded me that I also wish Peeves had been present. If only for the part where Harry pretends to be the Bloody Baron- and for his tormenting of Umbridge.


Tattoo artists chalk it up to comic books at Stafford library

Local tattoo artists have brought these comic book icons to life in a mural at the England Run branch of the Central Rappahannock Regional Library in Stafford County.

Kenny Brown, Kelley Drake and Mike Tschirn, of Jack Brown’s Tattoo Revival in downtown Fredericksburg, volunteered to design and complete the wall-sized, temporary chalk artwork.
“Comics can get kids reading and get them interested in art,” Tschirn wrote in an email. “That’s exactly what they did for me as a kid. So I’m happy to try to help pass that along to younger generations.”…

…“There are comics that deal with heavy social issues and morality that can be presented in a way that people of all ages can comprehend and process,” he said. “It’s a great art form that I feel most folks don’t give enough credit.”

The mural, itself a temporary piece of art, references existing illustrations of Batman and the Hulk. It will eventually be washed away to make room for new work. Kelley Drake said the mural’s temporary nature was part of its inherent beauty.

“People become too attached to their artwork, and it becomes more about the final artwork than the process,” he said. “Things that are temporary, you get to enjoy it for what it is: making art.”


Do What You Want: An Interview With Deirdre Coyle by Melissa McDaniel

Deirdre Coyle is a writer, librarian, and non-practicing mermaid. I interviewed her at Wendy’s Subway, a reading room and writing space in Brooklyn, New York.

What kind of child were you?

I was a really weird kid. I’d say I had early symptoms of gothiness. I’d have “black days” where I wore a black velvet skirt and this black hat, and I would consider the day a success if one of the other second graders asked me if I was going to a funeral. My plan was to be a sorceress when I grew up. I read a lot of books about casting spells.

Did you ever cast any spells?

Yeah, my best friend and I would sit in a corner of a playground and cast spells on people we didn’t like.

So, “How I Became the Most Punk Rock Moon Wizard” was inspired by this period in your life?

Yes. Some of them are actual memories, and some of them are stories my parents have told me. The story about listening to The Ramones when I was three is one my father still loves to tell.

Why did you decide to make this into a story?

I was making a playlist in iTunes, and I realized I wish I had a way to sort my life experiences by emotional impact. I thought, well, I could try to doing that in an Excel spreadsheet. I decided to focus on a set of experiences that fell into a certain trajectory rather than summarizing my entire life.

When did you first begin writing?

I think I was writing before I really knew how to write. When I was a kid I would make up stories with pictures I’d drawn and get my mom to transcribe them. So I’ve always done it, and I think it progressed naturally from there.

Who are some living writers you admire?

Aimee Bender, Kelly Link, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Rebecca Godfrey, Juliet Escoria, Mira Gonzalez, Kate Zambreno, Holly Black, Dia Reeves, and Karen Russell.

How would you describe your relationship with writing in a word?


What’s it like being a writer in New York City?

I haven’t been here very long, but I already have a love/hate relationship with the idea of being a writer here. I do think it makes a difference in my writing…

Do you think that the term “NYC writer” is still relevant, considering that the internet has made everything so interconnected?

When I lived in Seattle, I never had a writing community — although they probably exist, I was never successful in finding one. I went to workshops and readings and it never felt right. When I came here, it all felt so easy, partially because I already knew people from the internet. But I do think there are a lot of stressful things about the literary community in New York.

What is so stressful about it?

There’s a sense of faux-exclusivity. It can be very competitive.

Do you think that’s strictly a New York thing?

No. I think I just haven’t really experienced it before. On the other hand, I have put out more work since I’ve been here. I’ve been much more productive. I think part of that is having a support system, being around so many people who get excited about literature. It motivates me to send things out instead of hoarding them. It’s really helped me to normalize the process of writing and submitting.

Can you send us a picture of your favorite place in New York?

My closet is probably my favorite place in New York. It contains my clothes and also functions as my writing space when I want to be alone. I’m a bit of a gremlin; I like to hide out occasionally. Sometimes you need to shut doors.

How did you become editor of Mixtape Methodology?

Mixtape Methodology is a website and literary journal that I created. My first published story was about music, but the journal went under. I wanted to republish it, so I looked everywhere to find journals with a music bent, but I couldn’t find any. Mixtape Methodology became that — it’s a collection of music-related fiction, poetry, essays, and interviews.

How has being an editor changed you as a writer?

I’m more sympathetic to form rejection letters now, but I still have a hard time writing them. It’s a small operation, so I don’t have a basic form rejection email yet, but I want to make one because I hate the process so much. I know that submitting is hard and rejection sucks, so it’s difficult to be on the other end of that.

What advice would you have for other writers?

I dislike all writing advice. The only thing I can say is: Don’t listen to any writing advice. Do what you want.

Finish the story: http://theeeel.com/do-what-you-want-deirdre-coyle/

anonymous asked:

How do I become better writer? What steps should I follow and steps should I avoid? Can you also provide with your own personal background on how you got started and you got better??

Well, I’ll start with me, though I don’t know if any of it will help:

I’d always done a lot of writing as a kid, but I didn’t start actively writing stories until I started writing fanfiction when I was about 14. I was awful.

But I did receive my first critiques, learned what Mary Sues were, and basically picked up a lot of foundational elements of writing. (I started writing original stuff as well not too long after that). Back in the day (in the time of really limited Internet access) I started to pick up a lot of books on writing, which I read voraciously.

Hm, lemme see. I graduated high school a few days before my 17th birthday and went to college a few months later. Once again got back into the Fanfiction community and built up a pretty good following before depression kicked in, I dropped out of college a couple of semesters later, and my life went to hell!

I actually stopped writing during that time - from, oh, the ages of about 18 to 21?

Then I picked up art instead, was an art major/caricature artist from about 21 to 23, (before dropping out of college due to depression… again…) then FINALLY got back into writing when I started answering a bunch of questions on writing on Yahoo! Answers (pretty much just like I do today, on this blog) and met gr8writingtips​ and more-legit-gr8er-writing-tips​ and ended up building our own writing forum with some other Yahoo! people, which we used for the next few years (before ultimately migrating here).

(This was also around the same time I went back to college, too. For English Lit. And I didn’t drop out that time. Got my degree in 2013!)

I started writing regularly again when I met gr8 and more-legit, and then I submitted and got a couple of stories published in 2012, and then another one got published last year in the BIG anthology. I’ve also been working as a Freelancer writer/editor on and off since about 2011 (on for the last two years), which has helped me develop a ton of technical skills. And that’s where I am today.

So, the thing that made me a better writer was just … writing. And talking about writing, and getting critiques, and - here’s the big one most people don’t realize - giving critique.

One of the best ways to learn how to identify when something is poorly written, or awkward or confusing is by learning to identify it in other people’s work. And of course, when they manage to do something better than you’re capable of doing, you can steal those techniques and apply them yourself.

Among the biggest things you can do to better your writing is just to develop that critical eye. As an amateur, it’s hard to tell when something is good (like those early Fanfiction attempts of mine, which I thought were super rad). As an intermediate writer, it’s easy to tell when something is good, but not as easy to tell when it’s great or something special.

So read as much as you can. Read articles on writing. Read writing tips. Become a beta reader for someone else. Get a beta reader for your own stuff. Make friends who you can have discussions with about writing. Who can help you identify why a certain piece of writing feels “off” or awkward. And write. Keep writing. Repeat ad infinitum.

{Time stamp: 8:45 p.m.}

My dearest Emerson,

As I sit here reflecting on the past year, I can’t help butbe brought back to the day it all began. This time last year, your dad and I were at the hospital…and in the next 10 minutes, you would enter this world. I know the memories won’t ever be as fresh, but I wanted to take some time and write down your birth story – so that one day, should you be blessed enough to have a family of your own – I can help you remember how you came into this world.

Your dad and I never took a birthing class or read any books (except I did steal Miss Jamie’s birthing class book so I could see her notes on the various stages of labor – but I just skimmed it). We talked with our friends who had recently had kids and talked about their experiences – figuring it made more sense to get different perspectives. When I filled out our birth plan, I remember selecting every option that allowed me to “go with the flow.” That seemed to be the mentality I took throughout the entire pregnancy, so I figured it was only appropriate that I followed suit once I went into labor.

I was scheduled to be induced on Sunday, 23 March, since Dr. Parva was on call for Monday, 24 March (you were going to share a birthday with your GG Bob!); however, you had your own plans. Daddy stayed up a little late having “one last night” of videos games and eventually came to bed at 1:30 a.m. At around 2:30 on 22 March, I shot out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom – my water broke. This was the only scenario we hadn’t talked about with Dr. P, so we Googled to see what to do. Results were 50/50, so we called the on-call doctor. Since I was past your due date, we had to go straight to the hospital. I took my time getting ready, we got Bella’s food set up for Grammy and Nonno to come get her later, and we called them on our way to the hospital.

Once we were settled in our room, we started doing laps around the floor. I was told that I had a 24 hour window in which to deliver before a C-section was to happen, but that 18 hours was the ideal time, since I was post due. My intent was to go natural; however, I was open to the epidural. Contractions started getting stronger – at first feeling like bad cramps and growing to a feeling that I can’t even describe. Our day nurse, Rebecca, used to be a midwife over in the UK – and she was amazing. She, as well as the other nurses, really tried to honor my birth plan. She encouraged alternative methods for speeding things along (including a shower, which I considered the equivalent of water torture).

Active labor really kicked in around 11:30 a.m., when I was about 6 c.m. dilated. Rebecca, sensing my growing pain, asked if I wanted an epidural – to which I took one look at Daddy – and then happily obliged. After the anesthesiologist got there and hooked me up to the catheter of liquid gold, I was able to relax and try to get some sleep. I continued to progress – but slowly – so the lowest dose of potocin was introduced to make sure I didn’t stall.

Around 7:45 p.m., my night nurse, Kathy, told me that it was time to start pushing. She asked if I was feeling the contractions – I lied and said yes – and just pushed on command. The first couple of times were hard, but soon I got into a rhythm. I alternated sides for about 45 minutes before Dr. Puritz (another AMAZING doctor form my practice) came to check and see how I was doing. I was one of four women she would be delivering that night – but the only first-time mom. As such, she anticipated that I would be the last to go. Much to her surprise, I was ready to go.

From there, it became a blur. My room became full of nurses getting everything prepped. Another 15 minutes of pushing, followed by an (unwanted) episiotomy, you came into this world. Born 10 minutes outside of the 18 hour window, I knew that you were going to have to go to the nursery, but I was not prepared for the feelings I would feel immediately after you came. She stuck you on my chest and I could feel you breathing on top of me. I was in complete awe…and just as quickly, they took you to get you cleaned up and weighed (7 lbs. 9 oz.) and measured (21”). You weren’t quite yelling – you had some meconium in your lungs – and were grunting. I felt a wave of panic, but soon after, you let out a nice, loud, yelp. I asked to have a few more minutes with you before you went off to the nursery, and your once erratic heartbeat became calmer – steadier. I didn’t get to try nursing, which bummed me out, but trusted that you needed to be in the nursery and make sure your vitals were stable.

Once you passed all the tests, they brought you back into our room and you nestled up against my chest. I could never have imagined feeling so much love for someone so quickly. The love I felt grew day after day and hasn’t stopped since. You are my greatest accomplishment and I cannot wait to see how you continue to grow and blossom. I pray that you grow into a strong, healthy, and independent young woman – and that Daddy and I can be there to give you the tools to help you be successful.

I love you, Emerson Rose – yesterday, today, and tomorrow, too.



“I definitely felt a lack of characters [in books] that reflected me [growing up]. I never found any stories that were about being Chinese American, families that I read about in books were never anything like mine. I got to a point where I started to assume that no one was ever going to write anything like that.”

In episode 14exrpan and I talked about the fact that the books we read as kids and teens did not reflect our realities or many characters that looked like us. 

You can also listen to the podcast on iTunes.

I know you deserve an explanation to why it feels like I’m always I’m grabbing you by the throat with one hand pulling you closer to me and holding your hand with the other a bit too tight my wrists start to ache. I know it feels like I’m choking you and giving you your meds at the same time. I am a lot of things I did not want to be. I am your 7 AM cup of coffee you forgot on the counter for too long it became cold but I’m all you’ve got and you’re rushing. I am the kid that cried on your 7th birthday party and made all your friends leave. I am the hangover after the best night of your life that you spent drinking too much. I am the book you keep in the back of your shelf always promising yourself to read but never got around to do it. I am the ringing in the back of your ear when you’re just trying to have a good night sleep. I’m the 14 hour flight to a place you’d rather not be and the wrong turn you took driving to your new apartment. I am the ripped pages you kept of a scrapbook you made in high school that gives you some sort of a nostalgic feeling you can’t seem to get rid of. I’m that rainy day in mid-August that stopped you from throwing the pool party you planned weeks ago. I’m chaos. I’m every movie you were excited to watch that ended up being not as good as you hoped for. I am the hesitant answer in a multiple choice test you took that you regretted on your last final. You passed, but still wished you’d done it better. I am a bee that stings when you get too close to kill myself before you’re able to hurt me. I am the best day of your life that in 20 years you’d wish you spent differently. I’m the hell in every heaven you ever imagined and the key to every door you swore you’d never open. I’m worth a lot. I’m worth everything no one ever wanted to pay for.
//You all should know this: There are 3 KNOWN ways one can become Force Sensitive

1. Spontaneous - I’d say 30% of the time, kids just get the Force. It is believed that was how Ahsoka was identified. Anakin was enhanced in the Force possibly by Darth Plagueis who manipulated his midi-clorians.

2. Inherited - 60% of the time, there a parent that has the Force. There is the oddness where Satele did not pass on her Force powers to her son Theron. But not passing on genetic traits to a child can happen IRL - mentally challenged adults have it happen all the time and the baby is born with normal intelligence, not learning challenged.

3. Cloned or induced - 8% This is a SWEU concept. The Dark Apprentice Starkiller clone imbued with the dark side as a Sith.  The Yuuzhan Vong shadow emperor, Onimi induced his Force powers with the addition of telepathic cells from the War Coordinator (Yammosk) to his brain’s vua tumor. In fact, we have an entire fan fiction devoted to that idea.

There may be many other ways to have Force powers, but these are what are known at this time. Share if there are other ways. This is open for discussion.

anonymous asked:

Zarry *seeing each other after years and years* "I read your book." "And?"

“I’m not in it.”

Zayn blinks. “No,” he agrees. “You weren’t.”

A lot of other people from their high school had been in some form or another, because write what you know’s more than just a cliche, but not Harry.

“Did you forget about me?” Harry asks, pouting, and it’s just as devastating a pout now as it had been fifteen years ago. He’s grown up other than that though, no longer the Harry Styles in Zayn’s mind, the charming, smiling kid with the messy curls and dimples. Now he’s got long, sleek curls and a broad chest and his thighs are sinful in his tight jeans, and if Zayn had never really gotten over the teenager he thinks he’ll never recover from the sight of the man.

“No,” Zayn admits. He can do this; he’s not the kid in the corner too shy to talk to Harry Styles, who moved through cliques like they didn’t exist. “No, just—I couldn’t do you justice.”

Harry smiles, and the dimples are still there, fuck. “Really, Zayn?” he says, and that is definitely purring, Zayn thinks, almost frantic. “Maybe if I gave you a refresher, you could.”

Send me a line, and I’ll write the next 4 or 5 lines of a fic. Specify pairing if you care!

This was actually one of the pieces of evidence used in theargument that Stanley exists. In the flashback Stan has in the episode “Dreamscaperers,” when he recalls fighting a kid in the ring, you can see several kids sitting on the benches. One kid sitting on the bench cannot be seen, or rather his face can’t, because he is reading a book. We can make out his skin tone, build, and hair. He has a similar build as Stan did, though it’s hard to tell since he’s sitting down, he has the same skin tone (though admittedly that tone is used for many of the characters) and his hair color and style are basically identical to Stan’s.

I doubt this one will ever be confirmed or disconfirmed, but I’m going to say that I support this theory.

Update: I stand corrected. Hirsch confirmed that the boy in the background IS in fact “Stanley.” 
The person who told me this was actually incorrect. I re-read the interview which was referred to, and Alex Hirsch never confirmed this.

The Good Geek Guys

I think we hear a lot of stories about awful experiences in comic shops for women and girls, and how, while that’s changing, there’s a still a long way to go.  Certainly most women my age have their fair share of horror stories.

But I have a good story from my teen years, and I want to share it, because it’s important to talk about the people who did things right.

In 1992 (man, I thought it was earlier than that), I was fourteen years old.  I’d been going to a different comic book shop, but I hadn’t felt comfortable or safe there, so in those days, most of my experience with comics involved reading the comics my younger brother brought home.  We had similar taste, and he could go to the comics shop unharassed.  But my brother was one of those kids who wanted pristine untouched comics safely in their sleeves, like a dragon jealously hoarding treasure, and I was the kind of kid who would read a comic till the ink was on my fingertips more than on the page, till it was riddled with prints and the staples had fallen loose.  So I had to be extra careful with his books, and I couldn’t read them as much as I would have liked.

Then, the week that Superman “died,” a comic book shop opened up walking distance from my home.  It was Grasshopper’s Comics, which remains to this day.

My brother would go there and play Magic the Gathering at their gaming table in back, which became home to a lot of the local boys.  It was my job, of course, to go pick my brother up and walk him home in time for dinner. 

My brother was eleven, and like most eleven-year-olds, he wasn’t always the best at finishing his game on time.  So I would end up loitering in the shop, not really feeling like I should be there, because up till then, my experiences with comic shops hadn’t been too great.

But at Grasshopper’s, John Riley, the owner, started talking to me.  He’d ask me questions: what kinds of comics did I like?  He’d talk to me about stories and art and encourage me to bring my sketchbook and show him what I was drawing.  He’d recommend comics to me, encourage me to read a few pages in the store to decide if I liked them.  I almost always did.  

I never bought a lot of comics there— I was a kid without a lot of pocket money, and I was very frugal about my purchases.  But I loved being there and the way John treated me when I went to his store— even when I just walked over and chatted and left empty-handed, which was more times than not— was some of the biggest encouragement I had as a teenager who was interested in comics at a time when most adults still really looked down on them or didn’t really understand the value of comics as a literary art form.  

I always felt welcome and respected when I walked into that store, and it very well may have changed the direction my life took more than any other influence in it, because here I am now, completely immersed in comics in every facet of my life.  I felt that way before so many other shops felt the pressure to change with the tide, before people of my generation found themselves in positions to do something to mitigate the toxic environments we’d grown up with if we wanted to be comic fans.  And that’s a credit to the store and to John in particular.  And even though I haven’t been there in years, it’s a story that’s worth telling.

anonymous asked:

wait how did leafpool lie to squirrelflight?? laughs i haven't read the books recently so i have no idea

yellowfang told squirrelflight she would never have kits so squirrel would ‘get a push in the right direction’ (take in leafpools kits). i think leafpool knew it was a lie and didn’t say anything to squirrelflight. 

it was a really bad decision on the erins part tbh, because theyre making it seem like a relationship cant be perfect without you having kids, since squirrel could have had kits all along, and she will in the sixth arc. 


Mini Me

It has always been my mission as a parent to raise readers. My daughter has always been a good reader and enjoyed reading, but never quite as much as I did, which is probably asking a lot. I was the kid whose parents would take them to the book store and allow to buy three books and I’d be finished by the next day. My mom used to get so mad and tell me not to read so fast because she felt like it was a waste of her money.

Since I was a girl, I have had a list of books I hoped to share with my future daughter. Little Women, The Secret Garden, Little House on the Prairie, the American Girl historical books. Well my present daughter does not share my taste in books, usually. She is a huge American Girl fan, but not so much the historical. She loves the Girls of Today and their stories and the other more modern stories. Since Christmas, she has been saving her money to get the newest American Girl doll. A few weeks ago, I get a message from her that says she spent a bunch of her money to buy books at the book fair. She didn’t even tell me there was a book fair, let alone ask me for money, which I would have gladly given her. Books are not a luxury in our house, they are a necessity. I told her to just ask the next time, but I was thrilled to realize that she loves books and reading so much that she didn’t hesitate to spend her own money on them. I was also pleased with what she picked out. I’ve noticed that’s she’s been reading more advanced YA, of her own accord, but was still surprised to see her come home with Divergent. It opened up a conversation about other titles she might be interested in. Discussing books with my daughter is a dream come true for me. I’m so proud to see her following the example I’ve always set for them. As a surprise, and also because she spent her own money, and I want to give back to her, in a way, I ordered the inaugural Book Riot YA box from Quarterly. It ships next month, and I’m hoping it will be a way to expand her reading horizons even more. If she likes it I will definitely continue to get it for her. I’m not sure who is more excited about the first box, actually, me or her. I can’t wait to see what she gets.

abrackrenrek asked:

Why thank you Via! Aaaand, I have more. Chappie hangimg Christmas ornament on his ears around the Holidays. Deon teaching Chappie to write poetry. Chappie just LOVING libraries. Chappie finding a bunny and making his ear mimic its. Chappie reading/watching a kids cartoon/book searies that actually gets really deep and emotional, and he ends up wrecked.

i have to use this gif again because that is what you did with my feelings !!!








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