[..] “Better now?” he asked afterward. I did not answer but lifted my face to his and kissed him again, almost savagely, not because I was filled with passion or even because his kiss still lacked the zeal I was looking for, but because I was not so sure our kiss convinced me of anything about myself.[..]
I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!
Not Just Allergies
You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.
Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.
You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.
You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.
“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.
“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”
Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.
“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.
“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”
You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.
The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.
“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.
As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.
He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.
“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.
He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.
“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.
When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.
“Baby, it’s warm outside.”
It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.
“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”
You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.
He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”
He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.
“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.
He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.
“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.
You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.
As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.
The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.
You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.
“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.
This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.
“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.
“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”
He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.
You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.
“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.
“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”
He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.
“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.
You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.
You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.
“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.
You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.
“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.
“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.
“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.
You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.
The guy that I like started talking w/ me like a month ago. He send me a message. I know that I liked him. But he doesn't talk w/ me anymore. He barely look at me and I think I'm in love with him. Well.. not in love but I really like him. He doesn't even speak w/ me anymore. I want his attention but he might choose a better girl than me. What should I do?
Readers won’t stop sending the Bad Advisor their real-ass questions to answer, so the Bad Advisor is periodically going to try her hand at answering them.
Not every crush works out! The world is chock-damn-full of dudes who will talk to you. Talk to one of them, and leave this dude in the dust. Dudes who are interested in you will show interest in you, and they won’t need to be convinced or cajoled into enjoying and desiring your company.
But let’s talk about “a better girl than me.” What makes a girl “better” than you? The fact that she has the romantic attention of a guy you like? That’s not being “better” – it’s being different. Your value is not predicated on whether a guy pays attention to you. Being “good” or “better” is not something that a guy can bestow on a girl. Men do not dictate the value of women and they cannot enrich women’s value by being attracted to them. If this guy becomes interested in another girl, it’s not because she’s “better” than you, it’s because we humans are vast, complicated creatures whose wants and desires are often unknowable even to ourselves. Don’t sweat it. Don’t try to be the “better” girl so that this guy will like you – try to be the best version of yourself so that you like you. Because you are gonna be hanging out with yourself well after the fleeting crushes have fleeted by.
Hi, I was hoping you could help me on a school project I'm working on. I wanted to talk about complex characters in the Dragon Age series. I wanted your opinion on Loghain. Like yeah, he's trying to kill you for most of the game. But he's doing it out of his love for Ferelden and Maric. And its obvious he knows Alistair was Maric's son, he and Cailan look like brothers. Yet he pushes for Anora to be queen. She's his daughter but she doesn't have Theirin blood. He wants the best for Ferelden but
he allows the country to be taken over by darkspawn proclaiming them not a threat or a Blight. I just wanted to know your opinions on him, if he’s a villain or a good man doing bad things. I hope I wasn’t a bother to you and would really appreciate it if you could answer. Thank you!
So, firstly, here’s the background you need to understand to fully understand Loghain’s viewpoint re: Orlais and the blight (I am aware that some of it you already know.
Orlais has used the cover of a blight to take over nations before.
Duncan, while he was born in Ferelden to either a Fereldan father and a Rivaini mother or a Tevene father and a Rivaini mother, was raised in Orlais, and almost certainly considered himself Orlesian.
Duncan was one of the Wardens who were unintentionally involved in the near kidnapping of King Maric about twenty years before.
Alistair’s mother, Fiona, was also involved in this.
As far as Loghain knows, Alistair could easily be in contact with his mother, an Orlesian elf.
Flemeth, when she met with Loghain and Maric in TST, told Maric a blight would sweep Ferelden, but that Maric would not live to see it. Admitting that it is a blight means admitting that Maric is dead. (It turns out in the comics that Flemeth is a liar, but Loghain likely has a decent amount of guilt about something else she said during that conversation, so he may still hold this to be true.)
So, to Loghain, Duncan is already an untrustworthy Orlesian, who’s attempting to use the cover of a blight, of which this can’t be because if it is that means Maric is dead, to usurp this nation and put Alistair, potentially spurred on by his Orlesian elf mother, Fiona, on the throne as a puppet king.
The fact is, none of the Wardens seem particularly trustworthy either. Tabris killed a Fereldan noble who, as far as Loghain knows, was a decent man. Brosca, Amell, Aeducan, or Mahariel aren’t Ferelden citizens (Brosca and Aeducan are from Orzammar, Mahariel is Dalish, and Amell is from Kirkwall.) Cousland’s parents now have a cordial relationship with Orlais, having received a gift from a nobleman who mistook Bryce for the king. Surana, having the least fleshed out background is the one exception, but she’s an elven Circle mage, and Fiona is almost certainly head of the libertarian fraternity at this point, so making the link that they’re somehow tied to this conspiracy is frightfully easy.
The signal fire came late, this is canon, from Alistair. Loghain had a choice at this point, risk his men and save the king, breaking a promise he made to Maric (Maric made him promise during the war that if it ever came down to saving him or their men, to save their men, and while Cailan is not Maric, the message behind his words still stands), or keep his promise, and keep his men safe to fight another day. He chose that option.
Now, after the battle, he was sure the signal fire was late on purpose, a plot by the Wardens, as he had no way of knowing that the tower of Ishal was flooded by darkspawn. Of course he thought Ali and the Warden were responsible for the death of the king.
He took over as regent for Anora to allow her to grieve, as he’d done for Maric when Maric was in his deep depression at the death of Queen Rowan.
There is no indication that the king and queen of Fereldan are anything but coregents, so of course Loghain would fight to keep Anora on her throne. No Theirin blood or not, it’s still /her/ throne, and any attempt to put Alistair on it would be a usurpation, Maric’s son or not. It’d also mean Anora’s death, as, if Anora was kept alive, she could either rally troops behind her and try to retake her throne, or, less likely, she could end up being in the early stages of pregnancy, and give birth to a Theirin heir who could do the same thing later on, more easily because of their heritage.
The only thing Loghain does that isn’t understandable, that’s inexcusable, and is a betrayal of Maric’s values and Ferelden, is selling elves into slavery.
Also can I make a request of the RFA seeing mc with glasses for the first time? Like her vision isn't /that/ bad so she doesn't usually wear them but she's wearing them for whatever reason
YES OF COURSE!! MC with glasses just sounds so cute! :D here yOU gO!!! i hope i fulfilled your request
Yoosung: ♥ It would be early in the morning when he’d see your glasses. Your vision would be a bit blurry so you just decided to slip them on and go into the kitchen to meet with Yoosung. ♥ He’d notice them immediately and be in awe. He’d smile really big. ♥ “Wuaaah! You look so cute, honey~!” ♥ He’s in love with your glasses, he thinks they make you even more adorable! ♥ He’d insist you wear them more often because he just loves how cute and precious your face looks when you have your glasses on. ♥ He would lower your glasses onto the bridge of your nose to look into your eyes and kiss your forehead. ♥ god please cherish this blessed puppy boy
Zen: ♥ You would be helping him practice his lines and he’d give you the script to his latest play. goddamn the print was small ♥ WHEN YOU WHIPPED OUT YOUR GLASSES, ZEN WOULD SQUEAL ♥ He falls in love with them, he’d think they’re totally your style and fashionable! ♥ He’d really politely ask if he could wear them and then he’d take selfies of himself with you while he’s wearing them. ♥ “My princess! You’re adorable!” ♥ He’d be the one to fog your glasses with his breath then draw cute little hearts on your frames with his finger.
Jaehee: ♥ She’d come home from work and see you reading one of the novels on her bookshelf while wearing the glasses. ♥ She would be so happy that you wore glasses as well! ♥ She’d ask all these questions about your prescription and your ophthalmologist. ♥ She’d share with you all her cute, little stories about her glasses (like that one time when Elizabeth the III knocked her glasses off and she accidentally stepped on them). ♥ She’d request that you wear them all the time, she loves having a girlfriend “gal pal” that wears glasses too! ♥ “Well, you know, it’s against your ophthalmologist’s request if you don’t wear them. Please wear them! They’re nice.”
kinda-sorta recreation of the gate scene, different pose cuz the original gave me trouble. eh.
Ed doesn’t have the advantage of having Al’s kinder personality, so he’s long given up on being approachable and takes full advantage of being an intimidating suit of armor. Doesn’t help his loneliness or self-loathing though. RIP..
PLUS Al spends more time with Winry here, and as they grow closer Ed doesn’t even bother to get involved. Even the slim chance he had with her is long gone, he feels.
BUT A GOOD POINT: I roleswapped Ling and May so now May is the ambitious princess of the Yao clan gunning for the secrets to immortality, while Ling of the Chang clan searches for the same, along with the famed Fullmetal Alchemist. He expected him to be this super cool, manly hardcore guy, but Al turns out to be….not quite that. But his strange armored brother does, so Ling’s affections shift to him instead. His persistence breaks thru even Ed’s hard shell and its kinda weird, but kinda nice that someone actually likes him. They hit it off pretty well. (aaand basically they do everything that Al and May did in-canon and become a couple post-canon and it’s really cute and i die)
Okay but following the events of Space Kid getting hurt and having to go to the hospital, don’t think about how Daniel can’t leave the campgrounds so he can’t even go with Space Kid as the ambulance takes him away.
I mean, David probably goes instead, which leaves Gwen to deal with an emotionally-confused Daniel, who spends most of the following evening/night either pacing back and forth around the counselor’s cabin or just sitting still for long periods of time and looking like he has no idea what to do or say.
If he really did, I bet Ignis would just be amused with observing the struggle Noct is going through. But before the food goes bad, I guess he would intervene anyways.
So, my take on day 2 prompt. I’d have loved to draw fantasy AU, but I couldn’t even finish the concept art for their clothing… I’m always struggling with backgrounds so please don’t judge the poor kitchen. Ah, and same for the steaks. How do you draw deliciously looking food anyways? x’D
Being on the phone can mean everything & anything at the same time. I agree with u idt jm would use his phone to talk to his gf/bf while on a vlive. I'm always on my phone but I'm not in a rs rn so it really doesn't mean anything. What felt weird 2 me is jk, he seemed restrained, he wouldn't look at jm at times. Jm looked normal but jk was acting weird. It happened several times. Jm would talk to him but jk wouldn't look at jm. I wondered if they got scolded after the vlive from the day before.
hello anon 🌸🌺
Please forgive me for only being able to reply to you now after such a long long time… I feel really bad, but it’s been so hectic and I got really sick too, there wasn’t much I can do TT_TT
And thank you for your insight 💜💜 . So yeah, we both think that Jimin using his phone a lot in that Vlive at 1st doesn’t mean he’s in a relationship.
About the latter part, I really didn’t pay attention to it when I watched the video. But now that I saw your ask, I went back to see the Vlive again to check it and you’re probably right. There’re times Jimin talking to Jungkook but Jungkook didn’t really look back at him. So yes, there’s a possibility that they got scolded after the Vlive the day before, or Jungkook just wanna be a little bit more careful. Because you know when he looks into Jimin’s eyes, or when they look into each other’s eyes, they tend to get lost in there and have no idea about the earth revolving around the sun…
We can never know what really happened, we can only assume.
But thanks to you, I went back to the video, and found a few interesting things (which others also found and noticed). Let’s just look through them again~, shall we? (I’m trying to make up for your long wait with this, really, I’m sorry TT_TT)
There’re still times they look into each other’s eyes
Jimin changes the key for Jungkook (Jin said this and then Jimin said he would raise the key to fit Jungkook’s range)
Jungkook still teases Jimin about the chili pepper (rmb the 1st time we saw them teasing Jimin about this was half a year ago, on Jimin’s birthday. It’s been 6 months, 6 months everyone, and Jungkook still hasn’t let it go)
And he sure enjoys it!
His eyes still follow Jimin when Jimin was dancing jokingly and teasing Jin with the bananas.
Jungkook still looks at Jimin when Jimin isn’t looking.
How he immediately smiles after Jimin’s “thank you for the food”…
And please, notice that he eats the whole piece of meat here (without cutting at all), it’s important for the latter part.
How they both thought Jin was talking about Suran but he meant poached eggs…
How Jimin is being self-critical as always…
and Jungkook tried to comfort him (took him a few secs to think tho)
How Jungkook sings “Bogosipta” to Jimin right after his “I miss you” in English
Jimin said he didn’t like eating mango, and Jin started to tease Jimin
Jungkook joins in with his “Mangae”
and their reaction to that…
which results in Jimin hitting Jungkook, and Jin points out the “unfairness”, while accidentally cuts what Jungkook wanted to say (about Jimin)…
To which Jungkook replies with another question. Imo there’re 2 explanations for this “Why?”
- He asks this in reply to Jin, why can’t Jimin treat him differently, what is wrong with that? NOTHING IS WRONG.
- He also questions Jimin (as I think he kinda looks in Jimin’s direction), why Jimin treats him differently. (attempt to expose Jimin after being exposed by Jimin a couple of times already)
Either way, we can conclude that Jimin treats Jungkook differently 😏😏
Jungkook is diligently cutting meat, and Jimin steals it. Jungkook isn’t even angry, he smiles happily
and is content that he still has one piece left…
And here is what I noticed (100% speculation, not fact):
There’s still one piece of meat left in the plate, and Jungkook is cutting it into 2 pieces.
Jungkook could’ve eaten the whole piece, or both 2 small pieces, but he didn’t. He ate 1 and left 1 there. And it’s pretty clear that he’s not full yet. I’m not saying he saves it for Jimin but that’s what I’m trying to say, he saves the last piece for Jimin.
In which Jimin takes it
And cuts it into 2 pieces again (really? you two…)
He says it himself that he’s not full yet… He’s still hungry, yet he cuts the piece smaller to save it for Jungkook…
Of course, Jungkook takes it.
You guys need to go to the actual vid to see how this process goes…
I mean, yes, it’s just my guess, no one knows if it’s true, and even if it’s true, it’s no big deal. But it somehow is to me, seeing them caring about each other so much to even the smallest detail, consciously or unconsciously 🐥🐰🐥🐰
Highlight of the day: the whispering between them
Yes I’ll never forget Jungkook’s pose… looking all tough and manly…
And after they’re done, as if he hasn’t heard enough, he still wanna enjoys whispering more so he leans towards Jimin…
I mean… Just look at these two, and look at Jin, then look back at these two, and go back to Jin… Ugh… Poor Jin xD
In the end, I think Jungkook ends up saying what Jimin wanted him to say, no? If he did, what’s the point of wanting to hear more whispers from Jimin? Jungkook please explain yourself I don’t get it.
Besides, there’re other things that I can’t capture like them eating with the same spoon, eating and drinking from the same cup, water bottle, Jungkook mixing the rice etc. Really, it’s like they’re on a date and Jungkook taking care of his date to the smallest details, and Jimin also taking care of Jungkook too (giving him the chopsticks, taking away the guitar so Jungkook can eat etc.)
and they look so natural, like they’re so used to it…
So yeah, in conclusion, I think even tho there could have been scolding and stuff, they were completely fine and happy with each other’s accompany. This Vlive is so precious, there’re plenty of things we can talk about.
But I noticed that the replay got cut at some point, was there anything suspicious I wonder, I didn’t really notice anything watching it live, but I don’t remember what was cut.
Oh well, thank you so much for sending me this, and I’m sincerely sorry for my late reply. I hope you have a nice day ☀️☀️