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There must be countless ways to design sigils, and many witches surely have their own signature methods.  I want to share these three methods with you so that you can more easily decide for yourself what method best suits your style - or even so that you can just change methods on a whim when an otherwise unconventional method is more convenient.

If you are a beginner witch with no idea where to start or what materials to use, sigils are easily one of the best things for you to start with.  Pretty well all you need is a little quiet time, a pen, and paper.

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Believe it or not, some of us have piercings and tattoos and dye our hair because we think it looks pretty, not for any deep sociological reason. This isn’t an act of protest against cultural or social repression. It’s not a grand, deliberately defiant gesture against capitalists or feminists or any other social group. It’s not even the fashion equivalent to sticking a finger up at the world. The boring truth of it is that I don’t dress like this to hurt my parents or draw attention to myself or make a statement. I just do it because I think it looks nice. Disappointed?

psicygni asked:

OK OK OK and spock/uhura #25!!!

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” i’m really rusty at writing these two forgive me

“I do not see what is so abnormal about this endeavor.”

“I didn’t say it was abnormal. I said I can’t believe I agreed to it. As in, I can’t believe you suggested it in the first place and then I said, sure, yes -”

“You implied that you would be amenable to the idea.”

“Yes.”

“That indicates that you should not have been shocked at my suggestion.”

“Yes.” 

“Or that you needed a significant amount of convincing to agree to it, which contradicts your earlier statement. However, I am perfectly able to outline the rationale behind the -”

“Spock,” she says, holding the small, black-furred animal up in front of her face, its happy purring cutting through his speech. “You bought us a cat.”

“Indeed.”

Nyota grins, and holds the animal closer to her chest, slipping her arms under its legs and letting it curl up against her shirt. “A real, actual kitten. And you bought it.”

“As I just said -”

“It’s cute.”

His lips thin, just barely. “The human clerk at the store informed me that its fur is not prone to cause any adverse allergic reactions in humans, as well as a large percentage of non-humans.”

Nyota scratches the cat’s ears. “That’s good. But it’s still cute.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“As I just stated, the companionship of a creature that is -”

“Spock,” she says, her voice softening slightly and it’s kind of really hard not to smile like an idiot but Nyota figures she’s doing a pretty admirable job. “I was teasing.”

“I am aware.”

“It’s a wonderful cat.”

“Indeed.”

“We should call it Jim.”

“You should not implement the human practice of teasing quite as frequently as you do, Nyota.”

The cat purrs.

theguardian.com
Yanis Varoufakis's resignation statement: 'I wear the creditors' loathing with pride'
Greek finance minister steps down, saying that some of the Eurogroup negotiating partners had sought his ‘absence’ from talks
By Yanis Varoufakis

The referendum of 5 July will stay in history as a unique moment when a small European nation rose up against debt bondage.

Like all struggles for democratic rights, so too this historic rejection of the Eurogroup’s 25 June ultimatum comes with a large price tag attached. It is, therefore, essential that the great capital bestowed upon our government by the splendid no vote be invested immediately into a yes to a proper resolution – to an agreement that involves debt restructuring, less austerity, redistribution in favour of the needy, and real reforms.

Soon after the announcement of the referendum results, I was made aware of a certain preference by some Eurogroup participants, and assorted “partners”, for my … “absence” from its meetings; an idea that the prime minister judged to be potentially helpful to him in reaching an agreement. For this reason I am leaving the ministry of finance today.

I consider it my duty to help Alexis Tsipras exploit, as he sees fit, the capital that the Greek people granted us through yesterday’s referendum.

And I shall wear the creditors’ loathing with pride.

We of the left know how to act collectively with no care for the privileges of office. I shall support fully Prime Minister Tsipras, the new minister of finance, and our government.

The superhuman effort to honour the brave people of Greece, and the famous oxi (no) that they granted to democrats the world over, is just beginning.

poppunkpieceofshxt asked:

Hi! So I told my group of friends that I'm demisexual, but they kept telling me that I, "just haven't met the right person." and that "I'm just nervous," and need to, "meet new people and gain more experience."Do you have any advice/recommendations on how to get them to understand that I'm actually demisexual? Thanks. Love your blog!~

Well, personally, I’d respond to the “haven’t met the right person yet” argument with “exactly!” because by it’s definition, demisexuality means that you have to have a bond with someone in order for sexual attraction to be possible. That would imply that a “right person” is required. 

As for the other statements, I would explain to them that you’ve done your research and that you’re happy to educate them if they’re interested, but it’s really hurtful for them to dismiss what you’re telling them. They wouldn’t do that if you came out as anything else. 

“obviously offensive and gross statement”

witty and short sentence to tear down obviously offensive and gross statement, to show that i am against it but also hilarious  >:}

Asshole/mischievous maybe?

Are there are any Intj’s out that do asshole/mischievous thing? Here are things I do…

Intentionally turn dinner place mats at 45 degree angle to table and coasters perpendicular to placemats to annoy my dad

Stare at people’s nose or shoulders while they talk to me… Some people really need eye contact and it’s kinda funny to deny them this

Leave empty doughnut box in teachers lounge at school. Lol how many people thought they were gonna get a doughnut?!?!?!? Nope!!!

Walk around house while noisily brushing teeth so to make every member of the house hold acknowledge me

I choose adjectives and specific phrases that I know will get a rise out of my friends… I’m a douche…

When I misunderstand someone I voice my totally random interpretation of what they said although I already figured it out the actual statement

I love puns and sarcasm

I sing popular songs at inappropriate times. Ex. Dissecting a frog and singing ‘ooo push it, push it real good’ while partner punctures abdomen with scalpel

Ten minutes into a movie I predict the ending to everyone in the room. Muah hahaha! I’m right 90% of the time

Ultimate Larry Moment Challenge.

I was nominated by crumblinghouseofcards to post my all-time favorite Larry moment and give a brief description why it is. 

You have no idea how hard this was. I went back and forth between time periods and contexts and significances. In the end, I chose a recent one because 1. It speaks volumes to me, and 2. It was after I joined the fandom. There has been so much that happened through the years, reading through the archives and the videos and the stories of this fandom has broken my heart time and again. To me, this moment showed us that they’re still here. They still love each other just as much as when they started. This is THEIR song, and they owned it. This moment is small in nature, but MIGHTY in statement. I knew I would die the day this song was performed live, and dear god, was I right. So, without further ado. 

The live debut peformance of “18″. Brussels, Belgium. 13 June 2015.

I nominate zenlikejen lapelosa and horton-and-lewis

anonymous asked:

After hearing Jahar's statement I'm more confused that ever as to why they had him meet with Sr. Prejean and why he agreed to it. Did they tell him what it was for? He probably agreed to it out of boredom. Curiosity maybe.

I have no idea how receptive he was to her, but Jahar’s lawyers needed testimony presented to the jury that would provide evidence of remorse.  They did not want Jahar to testify because he would have been open to cross examination by the prosecution. 

just saw someone on my dash say “movies aren’t political” like ok ur gettin the unfollow bc that’s one of the most ridiculous statements I’ve ever heard

Two Families (Home)

I followed as Holdin led me to the room Okami was staying with us in. The bounce in the young mirror’s step and the swish of his tail said volumes of his excitement even as he managed to keep himself quiet. Well, relatively quiet. There was a hum in his throat, thoughts and statements that I’m sure he wished to be speaking but couldn’t will them to take the form of proper words. We arrived at the room where our guest awaited me and I glance in, noting with some disdain that yet another death seeker had joined her. This turned the original pair of black birds into a slowly growing murder.

I consciously dismissed my rising nerves as I entered. Perhaps the birds were her familiars. Or, being a Plague dragon herself, perhaps the seekers were just naturally drawn to her? Perhaps she enjoyed their company?

“Annoying vermin,” I heard her hiss and she took a swipe at one that had attempted to perch on her back, causing it to retreat away. “Can’t ssstand the damn thingsss.”

perhaps not. Once more the feeling of worry crept over me.

Okami stood to greet me, her crests flaring out as she did. I recognized it as a display of asserted dominance, but she quickly folded her crests back in and lowered her head a slight bit. She was larger than me - most mirrors are - and I could tell she was trying not to come across as challenging. Judging from the way she carried herself, I was certain she was accustomed to being a lead runner or alpha in proper mirror packs. I only knew a little about the ever-changing packs of wild mirrors, most often found in the Scarred Wasteland, but I was aware of the way they swelled and faded in numbers, breaking off to go their own ways or assimilating more in as others fell into pace with the swarm. It was a lifestyle I had no interest in, but could easily see our Gilda flourishing amidst, and it was obvious that Okami bared the scars and telltale signs of adjusting to such a life. With that so apparent to me now, I was struck with the wonder that she’d ever arrived here alone.

“I want to ssspeak in private,” the white and crimson mirror snarled out curtly and I noted how her eyes looked past me. I turned my head to see Holdin sitting at the entrance of the room and gently motioned for him to go with a dismissing wave of my hand. The pink mirror made a pouting expression but obediently turnd and left us. Satisfied with his departure, Okami gave a huff that sounded not unlike one of Deesha’s noises of approval.

“What did you need?” I asked as I sat where I was, just a few feet forward from the mirror. She stood and gave a snort, pacing and swiping at another death seeker that sat too close for her liking. The bird gave a caw and hopped back but did not leave entirely. Okami scowled at it but only continued her back-and-forth steps, collecting her thoughts. Finally she stopped, her back turned, and I watched her crane her neck around to fix me with the sharp gaze of her four ruby-red eyes.

“Your clan isss sssmall. Sssmall and barely developed,” she hissed in a tone that caused my crests to flare unbidden, but I shook off the statement and she continued speaking with little notice of my reaction. “You are barrely even a frraction of many of the packsss I have ran with or other clansss that I have ssseen, but even ssso you are… hossspitable.”

To be honest, I was uncertain if I should have responded with a ‘thank you’, a ‘you’re welcome’, or take offense to what may have been a back-handed compliment. In the end I simply kept quiet, my brow knotting as a frown crossed my mouth. Okami turned her head away again, looking nowhere specific as she continued to speak.

“And that isss… a sshhame. Thisss newsss would have been easssier to brring you if you were lesss of any of thossse thingsss.”

“I don’t understand,” I admitted slowly, my frown growing. “What news? What do you have to tell me about Mephit’s clan?”

There was a brief pause from her, followed by a simple but blunt “They are dead.”

The statement hit like a rock upside my head with how sudden and unexpected it was. It left me feeling just as dazed and confused. “What?” The word was less of an actual question and more of a reflex. “Mephit’s- What??

“Not all of them,” the mirror turned to face me properly as she spoke. This wasn’t right. Her voice was too calm, too simple for my mind that was still attempting to grasp the weight of her statement. “Your Mephit and a sssmall handful. They are all that isss left.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” It felt like a lie. Some strange, morbid joke. My mind went over the letter I had received from my former clan mate. ‘Garr, they’re huge!’ He’d written to me. ‘I’ve found my Charge here!’ ‘Did you know they could sing to plants and trees?’ There had been no statement about anything amiss, no talk of wars or trouble. Everything had seemed so peaceful, so grand. What had happened? As my head spun, I didn’t even realize the ground was gradually growing closer, my legs slowly buckling and sinking me lower and lower. What force could wipe out an entire clan like that? Was it more beastmen? A rival clan?

“It wasss a plague,” Okami stated, and for a moment I forgot she was responding to my words and honestly believed she was somehow reading my thoughts. A strange notion, perhaps, but strange notions can happen to reeling minds.

“A plague…” I repeated, my voice more of a croak than I wanted it to be. I was still struggling against the shock and confusion of her news, still dealing with the juxtaposition of the tone of her voice and the weight of these events. New feelings were begining to take root in the bedlam of my thoughts. Fear. Hurt. I was trying not to picture Mephit surrounded by the broken, decrepit bodies of his newfound and newly lost family. The new friends he’d made. His Charge? For his sake, I hoped not…

“Ssswift and  brutal. It came upon them in sssuch a way that I would sssay the Plaguebringer Herrssself had sssent it.”

“Why?” My eyes started to search Okami’s more desperately for answers, for emotion, for… anything other than the brutally simple tone she was using to tell me all of this. “Why would She do that?”

“I don’t know,” the plague-mirror answered, her voice adapting a softer tone. “Perrhapsss Sshhe was unhappy with ssseeing a Plague-born dragon leading a clan within the Gladekeeperr’sss landsss.”

I said nothing for a moment, paralyzed and unable to respond. I wanted to cry out in grief for the clan I barely knew, to somehow pull Mephit back to my side and make certain he was safe. They were not personal friends to me, all these dragons I had never even seen the faces of, but they were allies. We were seperated by all of Sorneith, but we were bound together by the great tiger guardian that connected our families. I felt like I had lost relatives that I would now never have the chance to get to know.

And then I heard a muffled sob from outside the room and the sound of claws clacking on stone, and my heart plummeted as a new realization gripped me.

“Holdin…”

I leapt from my crouched stance and darted out of the room, racing after the blur of pink that was already vanishing down the hall and around the corner. The other dragon who had connected our clans. The one who had just lost his entire blood family, never to have that chance to see them again. To know them.

Holdin!

His legs carried him faster than I expected, his stride longer than mine, and he was already scaling the side of our steep crater as I burst from our lair’s entrance. “Holdin! Wait!” I scrambled up after him, dislodging rocks in my haste as I tried to catch up. It wasn’t until I broke over the lip of the crater and could take to the air that I finally had a way to match his speed and gradually overtake him. Hot drafts held me aloft as I glided after the pink blur, calling down to him. “Holdin, slow down! Let’s talk!”

NO!” I had already known the news he’d eavesdropped on had hit him hard, but it was only then was I able to hear the hurt that hung thick in his voice, the choke of someone trying to speak through emotions threatening to silence them as he shouted up at me. “You heard what she said!” It was a tone of rage and pain, of tears streaming and muscles shaking, and I watched him dip his head down as he plowed forward. “There’s nothing to talk about!

“Holdin, watch where you’re going!” I called after him in alarm as I realized the young mirror was barging blindly forward, narrowly missing open steam vents as they hissed angrily at his passing. I pulled my wings in and dropped into a desperate dive, slamming into the fleeing mirror from above. We collided and tumbled acrossed the ashen, scorched ground, skidding to a halt just a few feet from a stream of lava the young mirror had been plunging toward. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” I panted, my voice pitched in a mixture of panic and anger at his carelessness. Whatever I was feeling, however, was no match for the emotion that caused Holdin to wail out as if physically pained.

“What does it matter?” His body shook at the young mirror keened beneath me. “That’s the only way I’m ever going to see my family again!

“Don’t say that!” I lifted myself from our tackled landing, my claws already clutching at the young dragon and pulling his shaking form to me as I sat back, in part because I was worried he would leap up and throw himself at the lava again. With my arms around him he relented to my grasp, collapsing against me, his body quivering as I heard him sob and watched tears stream from his eyes as he held them shut.

“I’m never going to see them,” he repeated, his voice grated from the way his throat squeezed shut and his lungs caused him to hiccup. “I barely remember my mom’s face, and I’m never going to see her again.”

I didn’t know what to say. What can one even say to that? I just continued to hold him as best I could, my body rocking lightly as I tried to comfort the young dragon. I rested my jaw against his head and draped my wings around the remainder of his form that I couldn’t manage to pull into my arms. Holdin’s sobs persisted, his strength gradually fading with every jolt that shook his body.

“I just…” he rambled weakly, trying to work out the words that were so tumultuous in his mind. “I had always hoped I could go back home and see them again, you know? Mom, dad, any brothers or sisters… See my old clan… See if they were proud of me… I’m never… I’m never going to get that now… I’m never going to get to see them now…”

“They would be proud of you…” My voice was soft as I searched for anything I could say to help ease him, help give him any sense of calm to hold to. I knew what it was like to lose everything so suddenly, to be awash in so many emotions, looking for anywhere stable to rest against. That calm in the storm is what I had started using my Deesha for, what I was hoping I could offer my young clan member now. “They would all be proud of how strong you’ve become, of how resilient and brave you are. They were proud of you from the start, I know it.”

“Then why did they get rid of me?” I heard him ask and I had to swallow a lump that was rising in my throat.

“What?”

“I was so young…” he said, his voice shaking as he snuffed and hiccuped. “It’s not like I ever asked to come here… If they were so proud of me, why did they get rid of me?”

Silence. I couldn’t answer that. I could only hold him even tighter, the feeling of tears burning at my own eyes now. I blinked them back and steeled myself. The question hurt to hear: the idea that he was sent away to our clan as some sort of rejection. It was the farthest thing from the truth and I knew that, though it didn’t make the words less painful, any less accusing. But he was hurt, he was confused, and I knew he didn’t mean it. I closed my eyes as I held him and waited for his crying to subside. It was many minutes before he stilled and finally spoke again.

“I’m sorry, Clan Leader, I shouldn’t have run off like that…” He sounded exhausted and I opened my eyes again, my jaw still resting against his head.

“You’re safe,” I said. “That’s what’s important.”

“I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have been listening in, either…”

“No,” I admitted softly. “No, you shouldn’t have…”

“You would have told me though, right?” I felt his head move and I raised mine. He lifted his face to look up at me, green eyes shining and pleading. “You would have told me about that…?”

“Of course I would have…” I frowned down at him, the expression inspired by concern and not disappointment. “They’re your family… You have a right to know. But Holdin… we’re your family, too. And it would have been beyond awful if you’d gotten yourself hurt just now…”

Holdin let his head lower back down, staring absently at the ground as his eyes carried that look of inward focus. After a moment he gave the smallest of nods.

“Are you ready to go back?” I asked, tentatively relaxing my hold on him. I had stopped myself just short from asking if he wanted to go back home, fearing the statement would have done more harm than good at this moment. Another small nod from my clan member spurred me to release him completely, carefully, and I watched as he pushed himself up onto shaking legs. He looked drained, his wings and tail noticably slack, but he had stopped crying for the moment and the shaking had subsided. I stood next to him and waited until he looked up at me and nodded again, and we both started back for the crater.

“You don’t have to worry about seeing to Okami for a bit,” I told him softly. “Gilda is fine with helping her if she needs anything. I’m sure she’ll understand if you need some space.”

“No,” Holdin shook his head, “Okami’s alright. It’s not her fault… I want to help her feel comfortable.” I gave a nod at him and we walked in silence for a beat longer. Gradually his strength seemed to be returning and he raised his head a little more “She tells me other stories about her travels though, y’know. Okami. She’s seen a lot of place.”

“Has she?” I asked, not at all doubting his statement, and Holdin gave a slow nod. Conversation was still difficult to manage for the moment. I wasn’t certain what to talk about.. if he wanted to talk at all, and so again we walked on in silence. As the crater came into view, I spotted Deesha sweeping overhead, her great green form passing over us. I raised up a hand to wave at her and she circled, then flew back ahead of us and I watched her form dive and disappear into the caldera that was our home. As we stepped up to the brim I looked down to see Ignatuis seated at the bottom just inside our lair entrance.

“Clan Leader?” Holdin asked me before I stepped onto the steep slope to begin the descent. I turned to him.

“Yes?”

“When we get back inside… I want to write a letter… Can I do that?”

I gave him a nod and a small smile. “Of course you can. I wanted to write to Mephit as well. We can send our letters together, alright?” Holdin gave me another weak nod, and we climbed down the side of the crater together, Ignatius greeting us both with a smile as we stepped into the lair.

((This chapter is also a nod to Solaristigres, FR User #1296. Although we don’t directly RP with each other much at all, we still have a lot of interaction between our stories with the letters we’ve sent and the dragons that have ended up in our different lairs!

Also, Serously. Birds. STOP COMING HOME WITH ME.

YOU ARE WORSE THAN THE BEARS. ))

To my Ace sibs <3

We are not broken. It’s a radical statement, I know. When the media is blasting us in the face from the time we’re little kids with the idea that we’re supposed to pair off, and we don’t feel the urges to find a sex partner, it feels like there’s something wrong with us. But there isn’t. 

If you don’t feel sexual attraction at all. You’re not broken.

If you only feel sexual attraction when there’s already a powerful emotional bond. You’re not broken.

If you do not feel sexual attraction and the very idea of having sex makes you uncomfortable. You’re not broken.

If you don’t feel sexual attraction, but you have a list of people you’d have sex with anyway. You’re not broken. (I have such a list! The people on it are amazing and I will likely never meet anyway. And if I did, I’m so socially awkward I wouldn’t be able to use words.)

If you don’t feel sexual attraction but do feel romantic attraction. You’re not broken.

If you don’t feel sexual or romantic attraction. You’re not broken.

WE ARE NOT BROKEN.

This has been a public service announcement from someone who grew up when asexual was not a word applied to humans.

Sometimes when I’m down, I’m like

“At least my blog thinks I’m cool”

but then I realize that statement makes me sound even more like a loser.

Just a comment

ceruleanmermaid-misty we haven’t talked much, allow me to introduce myself. I am Diantha Laos, champion of the Kalos Region. I met mypikachuwillneverevolve some time ago, thus I’m giving myself the liberty to comment. I believe you’re entitled to your opinion and in fact I agree with your statement. We cannot treat every negative ask as a threat to us, we may be cautious, yes but we have other matters in life to attend to.

paulbattlestrategies and serenaofvaniville I understand that we have had major losses and this medium has been used in the past to facilitate them. Yet as it was pointed out by mademoiselle Waterflower, these asks, sans one, were sent to trainers. Young and strong but this fact must not be overlooked.

theguardian.com
Yanis Varoufakis's resignation statement: 'I wear the creditors' loathing with pride'
Greek finance minister steps down, saying that some of the Eurogroup negotiating partners had sought his ‘absence’ from talks
By Yanis Varoufakis

The referendum of 5 July will stay in history as a unique moment when a small European nation rose up against debt bondage.

Like all struggles for democratic rights, so too this historic rejection of the Eurogroup’s 25 June ultimatum comes with a large price tag attached. It is, therefore, essential that the great capital bestowed upon our government by the splendid no vote be invested immediately into a yes to a proper resolution – to an agreement that involves debt restructuring, less austerity, redistribution in favour of the needy, and real reforms.

Live Greek referendum: finance minister Yanis Varoufakis resigns – live

Investors reflect fears for the stability of financial system after Greek voters overwhelmingly rejected further austerity measures by creditors Read more

Soon after the announcement of the referendum results, I was made aware of a certain preference by some Eurogroup participants, and assorted “partners”, for my … “absence” from its meetings; an idea that the prime minister judged to be potentially helpful to him in reaching an agreement. For this reason I am leaving the ministry of finance today.

I consider it my duty to help Alexis Tsipras exploit, as he sees fit, the capital that the Greek people granted us through yesterday’s referendum.

And I shall wear the creditors’ loathing with pride.

Friend: Are you interested in Dragon Ball Super?
Me: Nah I’m not sure I’ll watch it to be honest Dragon Ball has been milked to death at this point so like what is there t…

Me:

Me: I am retracting my previous statement and I apologize for my ignorance

Someone at youth group told me today that animals and pets don’t have souls and therefore won’t go to heaven. I can rebut that statement using bible references…

Revelation 19:14

“The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.”


Isaiah 65:25

“The wolf and the lamb will feed together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox, and dust will be the serpent’s food. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain.”


AND JUST TO REMEMBER:

Matthew 19:26

“Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”


So of your pet makes you happy, they will be with you.
I know I wouldn’t believe I was actually in heaven if my pets weren’t there.

anonymous asked:

To anon saying Sam should know better, really? He's a Scottish actor, not an American history professor. How many Americans know the entire history of his country (outside of what you've learned so far from Outlander?) Sam did nothing wrong. He grabbed whatever flag he had and wished the US a happy 4th; people have issues with Texas but there's nothing controversial about this. It's not like he was making any political statement. I think sometimes people just want something to rant over.

Random thought because I was reading this.

Why is it, when we think of PTSD, we think of it as a soldiers condition in relevance to war… but I’ve never seen it in regards to people who are civilians living in the area where it takes place. I only usually see it in reference to vets or in general “you don’t have to have been to war to have PTSD”statements?

Like I guess because American-centric narrative and we go have wars in other countries? But it just is so weird to me that it even needs to be said that people like you around you being killed for being the thing that you are, can also cause PTSD???

Like, duh?

Of fucking course if you are living through hate crimes, even if it’s just hitting people like you not literally you it’s gonna fuck you up. The message when this happens is “people think I deserve to be killed” how would that not be traumatic???