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I Don’t Love You Anymore (pt. 2)

You can find part 1 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 1


I’m writing this note because I don’t have the balls to say this to your face. The reason I’ve been acting like a douche these past few weeks is because, well, at first, I thought it was just stress but, for awhile now, I haven’t felt anything with you. Each kiss, touch, laugh and word we shared has felt dead to me. I’m sorry y/n, I really am but I just don’t love you anymore. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me.


I read the painful words over and over again, each time praying that this is a sick and twisted drawn out April Fools joke he’s playing on me; maybe Mikey put him up to it. But as the minutes pass, I come to the bitter reality that he meant what he said, he doesn’t love me anymore. Is it really a surprise? I mean, all the signs were there. He stopped our morning and nighty-night cuddles, claimed he was sore from working out so much. No longer gave me his warm and soft pecks before he or I left work, it was always, “I really gotta go” or “Go, y/n your gonna be late.” He completely stopped all intimacy between us, and not just physically but mentally, he didn’t talk anymore, nor did he want to listen. So no, it’s not a surprise but it still hurts like hell. I get out the bed and walk over into the closest grabbing another shirt of his and placing it on his side of the bed as I snuggle up next to it and cry myself to sleep.


Six Weeks Later

I’m in the grocery store humming along to Tim McGraw’s “Shotgun Rider,” while debating if I want salmon or tilapia for dinner when a familiar and comforting voice behind me says, “You’ve always had a beautiful voice, it’s a shame that you never considered putting it to work.” I turn around and none other than Ashton Irwin is standing there giving me his award winning smile walking towards me. “Oh please,” I say dismissing the thought. “I’m serious, y/n, we could’ve used you in our band,” he admits as he gets closer. “Then you’d actually be five seconds of summer,” I joke as he laughs and his smile warms up my day. Gosh, I forgot how perfect he was. He looks good, his hair is cut nice, muscles seeping through his shirt.  “A picture lasts longer babe,” he smirks while finally coming face to face with me. I chuckle softly at his cockiness, “How have you been, Irwin?” I ask sincerely wanting to know how my best friend’s been the past few weeks with the stress of making an album. “Seems like I should be asking you that same question,” he says back and a seriousness falls upon us as I realize what he means. I clear my throat as a shift to the other foot, a little uncomfortable, “I-I’m good. I’ve been fine.” “Really?” he asks not buying it as he senses my whole attitude change. “Yeah I’ve been just focusing on school and wo–

I’m cut off by a sudden warmth that wraps around me and I realize that warmness is coming from Ash. Me and Ashton have always had a great relationship, sometimes I felt he understood me better than Calum, maybe it’s because he’s older. I could always have deep and intellectual conversations with him, something I could never do with Calum. We always understood each other; there were countless long nights of personal thoughts, feelings and blissful moments being shared over Chinese takeout or bowls of ice cream, especially the last weeks before Calum broke up with me.

One Week Before Breakup

“Ash, if I ask you a question, will you be completely honest with me?” I ask as I take a bite of my sesame chicken. “Of course, y/n, you know that. What’s up?” he asks and takes a long swig of his beer. I poke at my chicken, still wondering if I’m a bad girlfriend for even considering this thought, I mean I should trust my boyfriend right? I eat another piece of chicken as I take the beer out his hands and finish it making that my 4th one that night. “Okay, y/n, you only drink this much when we’re celebrating, which we’re not or if somethings really bothering you,” he says pausing the TV. I continue poking at my chicken and Ashton pulls the food off my lap and sets it on the bed side table as he makes me face him. “Y/n, talk to me, love,” he says softly as he lifts my chin forcing me to look in his eyes. “Do you–Is Calum seeing someone else?” I blurt out as tears begin to fill my eyes. The thought of Calum cheating didn’t seem real until I actually said it. “What?!” Ashton gasps, “Why would you think that?”

“Well, we’re growing really distant, ya know? He doesn’t  want to cuddle anymore, doesn’t want kiss or touch me, it takes so much for me just to get him to tell me how his day went, which is only a grumbled out, “fine.” And all that has got me thinking that maybe, there’s someone else,” I admit to him. I can see Ashton getting upset at hearing the way his best friend has been treating me. “I’ll talk him,” is all he says before he reaches his phone. “No! Ash, please don’t. Its only gonna create more problems between us, just stay out if it,” I desperately say as I snatch his phone out his hand. “Well, I’m not gonna let him treat you like shit and let him think its okay,” he snaps back at me reaching for his phone. “Ashton, you can’t talk to him about this!” I scream as I hop off his bed, “Why not Y/N?! What’s the big deal?” he asks. “Tell me Ashton, how would you feel if your girlfriend went talking to Luke, for instance, about problems she’s having with you?” I ask him. “I’d be pissed,” he says immediately. “Exactly,” I say back, “He can’t know I’ve been telling you these things. Especially now, he’s so irritable. Our relationship is at a fragile point and any sort of pressure will crash it,” I admit as I flop back on his bed. His face softens as he whispers, “Sorry, love I know–”

“Is it me?” I interrupt,  “Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I’m always talking about school and the future? Does that scare him? Am I too boring because I’d prefer to stay in than go out and party? Does he not want me?” I ask as the tears fill my eyes again and they freely fall down my face. “Hey, y/n listen to me,” Ashton says softly, “You are a beautiful woman. You are so intelligent, funny and talented. I mean what normal person, double majors in sociology and philosophy while minoring in Spanish and working two jobs, you’re frickin’ superwoman,” he exclaims making me laugh. “And oh my goodness, that gorgeous smile. Y/n you literally walk in a room and it lights up, you make everything brighter. And you know what else?” he asks wiping away the tears from my face. “You have the most beautiful soul. You have a such a great heart y/n, you’re so selfless, my goodness, I love you.” My eyes widen as I feel that he didn’t mean love as in best friends but love as in lovers. We stay like that for a while just staring into each other’s eyes and as each moment passes I realize which love he meant and I realize that maybe I too feel that way. Not once had Calum ever expressed his love for me in the words my best friend just had. “Ash, I-” “Shhh,” he says softly as he brings his hands to the sides of my face. “Ashton, we can’t,” I say bringing my hands to wrap around his “I know. But I can’t stop wondering how different it would all be if I’d seen you first,” he says. “Me too,” I admit. The moment is interrupted when the sound of footsteps snaps us from each other’s trance. We immediately sit on our respective sides of the bed and return to eating our food while watching FRIENDS as Mikey bursts in the room yelling, “I’m bored!”


We never got a chance to talk about that night seeing as I blamed our confessions of love on too much beer. We always get super mushy with another after a few beers, a reason why Calum never wanted me to drink alone with Ash. Then the next week Calum broke up with me via, sloppy written note and I’ve ignored and avoided all connections to him, including Ashton. However, my best friend who still loves me, is holding me and I finally relax in to him and for the first time in a while, I feel comfort, cared for, loved even, simply through his touch. He tightens his grip on me as I wrap my arms around his torso drinking in his scent and embracing the memories that I shared with him. Ashton has always been the only who could completely comfort me, its almost as if he peers into my soul, finds out what’s hurting and says the right things to heal me. I don’t know how long its been as we stand there enjoying one another presence, I mean I haven’t talked to him in six weeks, despite his constant tries. I sigh as a warming tingly feeling comes over me and I begin to grip on him tighter, almost craving him, which freaks me out as I realize that my best friend, who is also my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is making me feel weird things as I pull away. “I umm, I should go,” I say as I get ready to push my cart. “Y/n, wait,” he says as he softly grabs my arm, “Can we go grab a coffee?” he asks desperately with pleading eyes. “I don’t know about that Ash,” I say despite my mind saying yes. “Y/n, come on, it’s been six weeks. I miss my best friend,” he says. “You still have Mikey, Luke and uhm, Calum” I say looking down. “Yeah, but there’s someone special still missing,” he says as he lifts my chin up to look at him. “Ashton! What’s taking you so…bloody…long…” a voice that I never thought, nor wanted to hear again says. I watch with big eyes as the guy who tore my heart apart comes in to view. “H-hi y/n,” he says.

A/N: Hey beautifuls! I know I promised it would be posted Friday but it’s 11:39pm on the west coast :p and I live in the midwest so, I use both time zones interchangeably  /.\ Anyways, this is part 2, what do yall think? Its okay to message/ask me I promise I don’t bite…hard (was that too corny/played out?) Forreal tho, talk to me! 😊

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

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This would be the second time Caroline's went looking for Klaus except this time it isn't about her kids its about his and she's the one or one of the people who's been protecting Hope. I just want a reference to Klaus acknowledging she came for his help all those years ago lol "Well you were easier to track down this time (probably due to a trail made up of dead bodies) Then again you were't apparently stuck in a wall this time...how lame and very un-Klaus Mikaelson of you by the way."


Favorite Pictures of My Bias (A Namjoon Appreciation Post)

  So I was tagged by gimtajoo, korean-bacon, no-seoks, yoongho and randomactsofawkward (i kno, it’s been a long time since u tagged me but I’ve been busy/lazy so yeah sorry lololol) And y’all know Namjoon is my bias so get ready for a world of pain! :D 


This is also a really fucking long post that took me a week to make so yeah!!!

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According to Daniel his injuries aren't as bad as previously stated. I think if Brie is okay with it he'll probably come back.

Have y'all ever talked to a man who’s injured and he’s like “lmao nah I’m fine” but he actually has such a fucked up disc in his back he’s in perpetual pain or nah lmaooooo that’s just one example but like???? You can’t be sure that’s forreal bc of COURSE he’d say that bc he wants to fuckin wrassle again.
And of course Brie would support him she loves him and wants him to be happy and supports him in whatever, even if it could end catastrophically.
Idk. I don’t think he’ll try to wrestle again. Not any time soon.

the signs as shit i say/do on a daily basis part 2
  • Aries: *moans 'daddy' after seeing an attractive person walk or drive by*
  • taurus: "I'm very spiritual, if that makes sense."
  • gemini: "I'm not going to tell you what you want to hear, I'm going to be very straight up. in my honest opinion..."
  • cancer: *worries that my opinion was too harsh and that i've hurt their feelings and that they hate me now*
  • Virgo: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
  • Leo: "I want a guy who will worship me in the streets and dominate me in the sheets."
  • Libra: *says "that's my type" no matter what kind of person is being described*
  • Scorpio: "Don't talk to me."
  • Sagittarius: *quotes random lines from songs I like at inappropriate times*
  • Aquarius: "You can call me Felicia if that's easier to remember."
  • Capricorn: "Forreal though like-" *proceeds to talk about something only slightly related to the topic*
  • Pisces: *bumps into someone* "OHP SORRY"

I need someone’s kick and/or number (in the US) who is just chill with me texting them as weird college AU!Gabriel sometimes and will text me back as Sam

Like. I need this like air.

My Kik is punkrocksammy, so. Yeah. You know what to do. Or if you just want to talk. Or fake text me as a different character. Forreal. I ship anything. I’ll do weird texting AUs with any of your ships

when you pretend i am voiceless it only increases my volume.

once i babysat
for a young girl in my hometown.
she was intrepid, fearless,
she asked,
over a coffee table strewn with
crayons and thick drawing paper,
“do you have a boyfriend?”
in truth i responded,
“no, my significant other is a 
she raised her eyebrows, smiled,
and continued to color outside of the lines.
i said i’d love to watch her again,
that we’d had a great time,
and she wouldn’t let go of my hand
until i pulled myself out the door.
but her mother never called me back.

once i went to work
in a bustling 5th grade classroom in harlem,
age 19, wearing a rainbow pin on my bag.
a female student asked, “doesn’t that pin
mean you’re a lesbian?”
in truth i responded, “it can mean that, yes.
i wear it for a lot of different reasons.”
the girl went home, did her research,
and contacted every preteen in the class
to tell them not only that i was gay,
but that she was, too.
a parent called the school, of course,
demanding my removal.
i spent the next day being defended
by the teacher i aided, as i was
belittled incessantly by
the principal
the vice principal
the nurse
and the school social worker,
all adamant in their own way
that i was causing the student harm
by encouraging her to label herself
with words she didn’t understand.
i did no such thing; the girl had done it
all on her own.
eventually, they accepted that.
but it still meant the principal complained
about having to reassign me to a classroom
with no children who could possibly know
my salacious secret.
because apparently it was too
suggestive for 10-year-olds
who might be looking for a word
to explain what they might already
know about themselves.
and i still hadn’t even told them outright,
that yes, in fact, i was a lesbian.
it was the mere suggestion that sent them
into such a frantic preventative
maelstrom of denial.
i wonder what that taught the girl
about what it means to call herself
anything other than straight.

once i was almost fired from a beloved job
working with bright, impassioned teens,
under the pretenses that
for years i’d been
"coercing students to adopt
my personal views” and
"forcing students to come out”
because i’d helped create a safe space
for the queer kids to discover their meaning
and talk about their lives.
it had lasted happily for three summers
with full support,
until those in charge began to see it
as a liability,
and decided their legal security
against theoretical bigots
was more important than a place for
real, existing people to be with
others like them,
and benefit from oneness.
so silly of me,
to have faith that a place i cherished
would fight for the students who most
craved freedom of expression.
of course i argued, and
everything i’d worked for, 
every action i’d taken
that they’d spent the past years condoning
was thrown back at me as 
“irresponsible,” as “manipulative," 
as “selfish.”
because it’s inconceivable that
i wanted my kids to be happy and proud,
and there was nothing in it for me
besides joy in their phenomenal discourse and
visceral developing confidence.
(“queerness only wants attention.”)
because it makes sense to 
encourage a safe space for only so long,
and suddenly pull the plug when it’s
a threat to your corporation’s credentials.
(“queerness isn’t part of the homogenized environment
we wish to cultivate.”)
because it’s so risky, giving teenagers 
room to learn their identities
in a positive and embracing way.
(“what if a parent were to contact us
demanding to know why their child is telling them
‘i’m gay?’
our youth doesn’t need queerness to thrive.”)

every time i meet the child of a friend
i feel compelled to ask,
"how much am i allowed to say
about the ‘gay thing?’”
because i know from experience
that little ones are curious and open
and some adults would rather 
those assets be kept in check
for fear of “harm” or “confusion.”

and i ask you,
what if your child is like me?
what if your child grows up to feel
love for the same gender,
or more than one gender, 
or perhaps all genders?
will they have enough hope within them
to speak of their stories with pride?
or will they hate themselves from the inside out,
because they’ve been taught it’s
something scary,
something undiscussed,
something… not “wrong”
but something less-than-right?
how might they see themselves
when you have shown them that a 
person like them,
a person who is me,
must be kept ruthlessly gagged
about my reality,
because some undefinable feature
of my sexuality
poses a threat
to your painfully limited
way of living?

how can it be dangerous
to teach a child
that the world is vast
and their life can look like anything
as long as it is healthy and kind?
on the contrary, 
i can share with them the knowledge
that love is infinite in its capabilities.
i can show them the safety of self-definition
and solidarity in numbers.
i can remind them what it means to
embrace everything you are,
because one doesn’t have to be
or alone,
when one is simply
and quite beautifully

this is long and kind of messy cuz i just copy and pasted it from my group chat but it was fun to write so here B) also it…doesn’t end oops

imagine breaking up with calum bc distance and touring and in a couple of months tour ends and anyway you’re on a date with a friend of a friend and you realize calum and the boys are sitting across the restaurant and he sees you and makes everyone switch spots so he can keep an eye on you better and spends the whole night glaring at the guy

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Chapter 4

Tyler P.O.V

“Imma be right back” I said about to raise my self off of Chris’s lap but he quickly pulled me back down.

“Where you goin?”

“To get something from the bar, relax baby.” I said, sending him a smile small to let him know that I was gonna be right back.

I got up and walked down the few stairs. The center floor wasn’t pack but it wasn’t empty either. I quickly walked over to the bar and took a seat on one of the unoccupied stools.

“What can I do for you Ms. Jackson?” The bartender asked as he finished drying some wine glasses.

“Uhh, can I get a Bacardi cocktail.” I asked.

He nodded his head and went to go get my drink, taking a couple of other orders in the process.

I tapped my fingers to the beat of the song. They Don’t Know by Rico Love.

“Long time no see?” I heard a deep voice from behind me say. I turned up my face and turned around so that I could match the voice with a face.

“Um who are you?” I asked as I looked up at the same dude that had been staring at me from before.

A slight chuckle came from his lips then he licked him sending me into a daze. I had to admit this guy was beyond sexy. Not my Chris sexy but he was close. The way he was built and his tan caramel skin, could make a girl melt!

“I see you don’t remember me so let me help you out. We were both 13, when ever our fathers would handle business we would go to your backyard to your playground and play for hours then pass out in your living room…” He trailed off letting me remember.

I covered my mouth as all the memories started flooding back. “Brian?” I asked, wide eyed.

He laughed at my expression. “Imma let that slide but from now on its Blade baby girl.”

I forgot that, that was the nickname his pops gave him, And I see that it sticks. This boy right here! We go way back to like them toddler days. He was my first crush I think.

“Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?” I gushed, standing up with a bright smile on my face.

“Shit I should be asking yo ass that. I coulda sworn that you said you didn’t want to be in this life.”

I chuckled. “ Yeah well pops legacy has to live on some how. This is crazy yo! I never thought id see yo caramel ass again.”

“Well here I am in the flesh. But what I didn’t know was that you was with Breezy.” He said and we both looked over to Chris who was converting with Tyga.

“Yea, we’ve been going strong for about 4 or 5 years now. And we have a little girl.” I said.

“Damn, forreal? it sure don’t look like it.” He looked me up and down. I could feel those old feelings starting to resurface.

I cleared my throat a little. “So who’s homegirl over there? What happened to the Blade that wouldn’t get tied down to no girl cause he wanted to be just like his pops” I teased. He would always talk about being like his dad

“For ya information lil girl she just one of my hoes. I figured I would bring one of them here and she just had happened to be the one I was chillin wit today.” He said. I could feel her eyes on us.

I shook my head. “Like father like son.”

As much as I remembered Brian and Blade I still couldn’t remember his father. I do remember him always coming over but I never asked who his dad was and I didn’t really care at the time either.

“Here’s ya drink baby girl.” The bartender said placing the dark brown beverage on the counted. I gave him a tip and continued to talk to Blade.

“You wanna know whats funny.” I said then took a sip of my drink.


“That Ive known you for all this time and I still don’t know who your pops is.”

“Thats a shame, considering he put this whole thing together.” He said. I chocked on the liquid that was going down my throat.

“Your dad is Champagne?”

Chris P.O.V

Putting the cap back on the yellow colored sharpie, I put it down and traded it for a black one. Before I did anything I admired the different colored monsters that were spread out across the notepad. Drawing always helped my imaginative side, whether it was coming up with lyrics or the beats in general.

“Ughh, is this what were gonna do for the rest of the night? Cuuuuuz a bitch got places to be people to see!”

I mushed my eyebrows together and spun around in the chair, facing Tyler who was slumped in the couch with her fun in her face.

“Nigga its like 12 somethin, who the fuck wanna see yo ass?” I said, slightly chuckling at the end.

She sucked her teeth. “Oh shutup. Don’t be mad cause people don’t wanna see yo fuggly ass.” She stood up and walked over to the chair that was beside me.

“Oh im fuggly?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed with her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair, twisting it from side to side.

“Im fuggly?”

She stopped moving and her eyes popped open. “No matter how many times you say it aint gone change Chris.” She said calmly.

Now it was my turn to suck my teeth. We been here since 8 and it was now 1 in the morning. Countless people have been in and out of here but only me and her have stayed. I was actually kind of surprised that she actually stayed this long. Usually when my famous friends come around, she’ll walk out the room but she didn’t this time around.

“Omg Chris can you just finish the damn song and stop drawing. What’s the hold up nigga?”

“Lyrics just can’t flow out me like a damn waterfall ma. And drawing helps me get shit out.”

“Soooo monsters help you come up with lyrics..”

I nodded my head as I started to outline the animated characters on the paper. Out the corner of my eye I could feel Tyler staring me down. She knew damn well I hated that shit.

“Tyler there are a million an one pictures of me on Google that you can stare at. I suggest you try it.” I said, not even looking up at her.

She still continued to stare. I sucked my teeth and stopped what I was doing, to look back at her. “Yes ma'am.” I said. A smile instantly grew on her face.

“Finally. So what do you have so far my love?” She asked, looking around at the sound board that was in front of us. I was just waiting for her ass to touch something.

Pressing a few buttons on it soon Till I Die started to blare through the speakers. Both of our heads bobbed to the beat.

“Yo this Virginia

Straight from the country right there with my kinfolk,

Golds in my mouth and they put 26’s on Benzoz’s

Dirt road, back woods

They got weed but I been dope

Ratchet, nigga we act hood but im gettin money with these white folks

Sippin and im faded

Super medicated

Said she wanna check my high, I’m like okay Sarah Palin.

Yeah, cause I lay down and lay in

A nigga gone be faded all the way to the A.M”

My verse ended and soon it was just the beat left playing but we still nodded our heads.

“Yo this the type a song where when you listen to it all you need is some Mary Jane.” She said over the music.

I agreed with her. That was one of the main reasons why I wanted to do somethin to this beat.

Out of know where she gasped and jumped up. “The fuck?” I said while chuckling.

“I got it! You don’t need to add anymore verses to the song-”

“Then the song wouldn’t be finished genius” I said.

She sucked her teeth. “Let me finish! What im saying you should get like Wiz or Sean on this.” She said.

That actually wasn’t a bad idea. As a matter of fact that was a great idea. Ion know why I didn’t think of that before.

“Cause only smart nigga’s think of shit like that.” She said as she sat back.

I turned up my face. “How you-”

“You said it out loud….genius.” She said as she put her legs on my lap.

After hittin up Sean and Wiz me and Tyler continued to joke around for the rest of the night. I swear this girl had me on the floor the whole night and vis versa. Some times I forget that she my girl because she act so much like my best friend. But then I see A.M and im like oh yeah!

“Can we hop on Ustream?” She asked me.

“Fashoo’” I said as I handed her my Apple laptop. While she got on and every thing I continued my picture. A couple of minutes later I heard Beyonce’s voice come from the computer. Freakum Dress to be exact.

I looked at her and she looked back at me with the same expression. “What we needed some music.” She said then turned her attention back to the screen. I just shook my head.

“Waddup Team Breezy!” Tyler cheesed into the camera.

“People on already?” I asked.

“Yeah, I tweeted it.”

“Oh wasgud earth!” I said to the camera.

Tyler made a face. “Ugh you are so basic.”


“They want you to do again!” Tyler said through her laughter. This girl was red. Shit all of our faces were.

“Naaa, im not doin that shit again. Its gay.” Sean said, also laughing.

“Com'on, look at the conversation.” She said as she wiped her eyes and turned back to the screen.

The comments where rolling in like crazy. Most where telling Sean to do the dance that he did again. While I looked at the comments I saw Tyler dance in her seat. I guess it was a good time to fuck with her. Iv'e been fuckin with her all night.

I licked my finger and gave her a wet willie. She immediately jumped up and slapped my finger away. “CHRIS!” She yelled as she wiped her ear.

“Love you baby!” I scream through my laughter as she got up and grabbed some tissues.

“So damn childish.” I heard her mumble.

I heard Wiz suck his teeth. “I know yo ass and talkin." 

"Shut up” She grumbled and chucked a bag of chips at him.

When she sat back down, she sat in the middle of me and Sean so that we were sitting in a row while Wiz was on the couch rolling some blunts.

We all were doing our own dances to one of my songs off of my Graffiti album. Chase Our Love. After awhile we started doing the same dance moves.

“Alright so how we gone end this dance?” Sean asked.

“Uhh ion know we just gone do freestyle I guess, but only when it gets back to the chorus.” Tyler said.

“Aight….5…..4…..3 ……2” As soon as it got to the chorus we went crazy in our seats. It was either Tyler or Sean who hit something on the sound board because there was a hard ass thump which made me bust out laughing and soon Tyler followed so I guess it was Sean.

“Fuck!” He shouted out as he held his knee. Me and Tyler had tears rolling down our faces.

“Man that shit aint funny.” He said chuckling alittle bit.

“Yes it is. You couldn’t tame yo turn up.” Tyler said, laughing alittle harder.

“Im so done with yall.” I said as I got up and walked out the room.