i turned into one of those people

am I bi? yes. will i call myself gay? also yes. lesbian? i’m hella lesbian. queer? yep. homosexual, lgbt, sapphic, wlw i’m gonna take all those words and make them mine, i’ll take all the labels until no one else knows what i am. if my rights get labeled gay rights, if i can get gay married, if it’s easier to turn down homophobic shit by saying “actually, I’M gay, so you better watch your mouth.” 

it’s not a war, those words are there to help us, and i will use whichever word can help me, and people like me.

University Bound

Request: “You’re strong, baby.  You have to be.”  /  “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

a/n: i bet none of you guessed that those prompts would be used in this way :) and to all the people who love dad shawn…this kinda takes a spin on that but in a different way that I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it : )

           You loaded the last item into the trunk of the car and turned around to see Shawn coming out with two more bags.  With a sigh, you took one of the bags from him, “More?”

           He nodded his head, “I think she’s taking her whole room with her.”

           You helped Shawn somehow fit the last two bags in the car. It took a bit of moving around other things, but once everything was situated, you closed the trunk and leaned up against it.  You let out a deep breath as you leaned your head back on the car, “This is really it?”

           Shawn stood next to you and copied your actions, “It’s really it.”

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I’m so upset that Native Americans have been completely swept under the rug. We have been victims of genocide since 1492. I’m upset that native american women are sexually assaulted and abused and no one blinks an eye. I’m upset that we are supposedly “extinct” according to the history channel. I’m upset that I go to work and hear war stories about veterans killed in action in WW-II or who were Prisoners of War by widows or family members of those veterans and i see them cry and look up to the sky or a picture of their lost loved one only to log on to social media and see the people they got killed for and the country they died for turn their backs on us and destroy our land and shoot at us for protecting the land AND NO ONE SAYS A DAMN THING!

Why are Native Americans forgotten? Or a better question, why are we treated less than animals? Why aren’t we categorized as humans? Why are we mistreated? Why don’t our lives matter?

variantebovine  asked:

Can i ask for an overwatch member (you pick) with an s/o who lost their glasses? Like the cant tell anything apart, are bumping into everything, & need others to see for them. (Lol its happening to me right now)

My pick you say >:D You fool, you have given me the chance to write about my OTP, there will be no turning back! I may be the entire crew on this ship, but I will go down with it.

Featuring Poly!Lummetra (Lúcio/Symmetra) 

Not a day goes past where each of you doesn’t wonder how the hell you make this work. Some days you wonder if it is working at all.
 Today is one of those days, you waking up to carefully measured not-shouting that still effortlessly drowns out the actual shouting.
“You can’t just expect people to do whatever you want!”
You sigh as you reach for your glasses and find them gone. They must still be on the coffee table in the living room, from where the sounds of the argument come.
It’s the old topic, rehashed again. Lúcio and Satya have a lot in common, despite their assurances to the contrary, but when they clash, they clash.
“I can and I will if it is for the better. And clearly, if the team had followed my advice, we-”
“I don’t give a shit if we would have won! You didn’t even listen to our suggestions, you-”
“There was no need for suggestions, I already determined my plan was flawless-”
“You stuck up, arrogant- You really believe you’re better than us, don’t you?”
Satya tends to take rhetorical questions at face value, maybe to mess with people, maybe because she can’t be bothered to filter through the subtle cues in people’s speech. Whatever the reason, she answers as if he asked her a real question, that smug smile on her face that you know she only uses with Lúcio.
“I can hardly be compared to a group of criminals and lowlif- Don’t you dare!

Something shatters, loud, piercing and very final.

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How come no one’s talking about how Keith being Galra was a euphemism (not sure of a better word for it) for him being gay? Like all those things Hunk was saying are things that people hear after coming out to someone (not based on personal experience)
“I didn’t just TURN GALRA!”
“How much Galra are you?”
“I just know that I am”
There were a few other examples but I can’t remember them

I have realized and come to terms with the fact that I am REALLY never alone. And I more than likely will not be alone again for quite some time. I am no longer “Kelsey” but a vessel. People are consistently more concerned for baby’s health than my own. Hell, I AM more concerned for him than myself.
It’s alright though. I know life is constantly changing and this is one of those things. The back burner feeling will pass. Baby will be born and the attention will shift to him completely, from myself and everyone else.
But I’m so thankful for the few people who ask me how I’m doing regularly. I’m so grateful for the chance to answer for myself and not for the wiggly kid.
I’m sorry this turned into a weird post.

Important Announcement!

You all know how bitter and toxic this website can be, and you know how awesome it is when you find a really good friend. So today, allow me to introduce you to one of my best friends on Tumblr. Meet Holly! : 

Holly is one of the best people I’ve met on here, and is probably the person I talk to the most (she even messages you first, which is a Godsend in my book!! :) ). She’s one of the kindest and wisest people I know, and every conversation I’ve had with her leaves me a little happier than I was before. I have now doubt that when I one day look back on my life, Holly will be one the people that count among those that I have been honored to call my friend.

Today, she is 27 (as old as I am! though I turn 28 in a month), and I want everyone to go show her some love!! And follow her too!! She runs a top quality blog, posting stuff about Christianity, Girl Meets World, Stranger Things, Taylor Swift, Sherlock, Elementary, Person of Interest and many many other quality fandoms. If you interested in any of these, or if you’re just looking to follow someone with a wonderful smile, go look her up at @beautifullyflawed25 

Happy Birthday Holly!! May God continue to keep and bless you, and may you see many many more!! :)

It is not a political belief to say that Donald Trump is sexist, racist, ableist, vengeful and a bully. It is not a political belief to say that he has allowed a homophobic, transphobic misogynist into the White House with him. It is not a political belief to say that he is a liar. Those are not labels anyone chooses for themselves; people qualify for them through their actions. And at every turn, Trump has acted in ways that align with every single one of those words. He has lied so much that his lies no longer have meaning. He’s filled the air with fear and bombast, and it’s no surprise that, breathing in the fumes of a deliberately deceptive campaign, the voters had to resort to feelings over facts. There are only so many times you can hear a man say, “I am your only hope for survival,” before you start to wonder if he’s right.

I am scared for my future in a way I never have been before. I am a young, queer woman of color who works in an industry the president-elect has condemned as corrupt and irredeemable. I am afraid my right to marry will be taken away, which in turn will erode my and my fiancee’s financial stability and our ability to start a family. I am looking back at the privilege I held yesterday, which I was so lucky to gain via Supreme Court ruling just as I reached adulthood, and kicking myself for not taking seriously the idea that I might lose it. Early Wednesday morning, I went to bed terrified that the future I’d only just started to seriously conceive would be taken away unceremoniously.

And at the end of the day, I am not the most exposed or in danger here. I am not a Muslim, or an immigrant, or a young man of color, or even a very visible Latina. The political machine that secured marriage equality (and with it those myriad familial rights that make it important in practical, rather than simply emotional, terms) is mighty, and I have faith that it will protect that right fiercely, and ultimately restore it if it does get put on hold.

So today, I reserve the deepest part of my mourning for those groups whose rights are not defended the way marriage equality is. I’m setting aside whatever energy I can to fight for those who cannot do it alone. If you are lost, scared and uncertain about what you’re going to do, I am here. I can’t offer solutions right now, but I can hug you and feed you and keep you hydrated. I can give you a place to sleep and an endless supply of silly television if you need to just tune the world out for a while. And as soon as you’re ready to fight, I’ll be right there with you.

Because it’s not a political belief to say that people of color, queer people, immigrants, non-Christians and refugees have rights. It’s not a political belief to say that bigotry is wrong, and that our nation is better when we stand together. It is not a political belief to say that the things Donald Trump has promised to do as president are unconstitutional and diametrically opposed to the principles of our nation. And it’s not a political belief to say that if you voted to make this happen, you have deliberately put a very large swath of this nation in acute danger. Those are just the facts.

Kaitlyn Jakola, senior copy editor Mic, What comes next: Facing the facts in the Donald Trump era 

There are times when I am so happy
and I treasure those seconds the most,
‘cause there are times when I’m so sad
and all the people I’m with turn to ghosts.
—  Me (JNH). One moment you’re smiling, then the next moment you’re struggling to breathe.

I think my favorite part of the YOI fandom are the Victuri non-believers after all.

Victor and Yuuri could get married and they’d still be all like “I don’t know, man, they didn’t seem too convinced when they said their vows, and those rings are completely platonic, you know, that’s something two guys give each other all the time, and they didn’t show their kiss at that altar clearly enough so yeah, guys, they’re just reaffirming their friendship, can’t you tell? They’re married as best friends, alright, this show was just queerbaiting from beginning to end, there’s absolutely nothing gay about two guys promising to spend the rest of their lives with each other, y’all got played.”

The Key To Understanding S4 of Sherlock is to Accept Mary as She Is…

I’ve seen a lot of people who say S4 doesn’t make sense to them. We’ve got a variety of theories trying to make the story fit some different storyline than what is being shown on screen.

I know some of that is fueled by inconsistencies in filming—possible continuity errors, changes in wording, things they find unrealistic. But it seems that one of the core issues for a lot of people is Mary. 

I can understand that. Why was she even brought into the story in the first place? Some adaptations skip her entirely. People wanted to keep the focus of the story on John and Sherlock. They didn’t want a trio. 

Those are perfectly fair objections. And I don’t blame people for being upset about the fact that she turned out to be an assassin and that she shot Sherlock, etc. I thought that some of the Mary-as-villain theories were really interesting and would have been fun in the story. 

But that’s not where the writers took things, and now some fans are having a hard time accepting that Mary could be all those things and still be loved by John and Sherlock. 

Yes, loved. The reaction to her death, if nothing else, makes it clear that both men loved her very much. They grieve her, deeply. Her memory becomes John’s inner voice, his conscience.

How can that be? How can the show portray her as kind, sweet, funny, insightful, and yet also portray her as selfish, ruthless, secretive, and a killer? 

Well, it’s called an antihero. And it’s something few female characters are allowed to be. 

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The Montreal Canadiens just lost 10-0 to the Blue Jackets and all I can think is Bad Bob’s live tweeting

If they get one more goal I’m unretiring just to show you how it’s done

Let’s all just pretend this isn’t happening

@canadiensMTL give me Therrien’s job and you won’t even have to pay me

@canadiensMTL in fact, I’ll pay you to let me take over as coach

[frustrated french]

This is the only way I’m going to accept this score [picture of the game with the bruins logo poorly photoshopped over the habs’]

It’s not against the rules if you’re desperate enough: RT @generichockeyfantwittername “Jack Z’s from MTL get him to play one period just so it’s not a shutout”

What if we wrapped cling film around the net so the puck can’t get in?

I should have turned the tv off by now, but therrien should have pulled montoya so

[angry french]

Remember when the leafs were the shitty canadian team? I miss those days

Half the people following the tweets are expecting some sort of backlash for the complaints about Therrien but all that happens is the hashtag #badbobforcoach starts trending

Mycroft Holmes: All he has is being clever - a character analysis

Those are my thoughts on Mycroft Holmes after season 4. It’s long, but i was thinking about him a lot! As always, @mycrofts-kitchen told me to turn this into a post.

  • All he has is being clever.
  • He’s playing a role: The Ice Man. He pretends there is no heart inside him to cover up that his heart is actually huge and soft. He ignores it, he pushes it back so no one can break it. He saw in his early childhood what caring can do to people, what caring too much did to Sherlock: “Caring is not an advantage.” The only thing he can’t push back is his love for Sherlock: “Your loss would break my heart.” Sherlock’s his pressure point, because he already loved him before he decided to become The Ice Man. Look at his smile when he sees the video of Sherlock hugging him… I’m sure no one hugged him except his little brother. You can read so much from his smile. It’s deeply melancholic.
  • He’s an introvert that needs some love. He said Sherlock was the emotional child, so he has always been an introvert. Not showing that he needs love or human contact. But he did and he still does. It just seems like he accepted for himself that there is no one who can give him love. When he talked about his heart that’s “not much of a target”… that’s just how anyone sees him. That’s what he wants others to believe.
  • He’s lonely. “I’m not lonely” - of course you’d never admit it, Mycroft. It would destroy your role. He’s so intelligent, everyone else seems like goldfish. But he uses it as an excuse for others, to look like he needs no one. But he does… How he knows the lines for this silly movie, that projector - he’s such a melancholic little idiot.
  • He never was number one. And he knows. Not the favourite child. Not the most intelligent child. Even his sister always preferred Sherlock.
  • He never found his place, he was always lost. He hasn’t seen himself as one of the Holmes kids. He was 7 years older and when talking about redbeard… “We never found him” “we made our assumptions” - as if he belonged with his parents and not with his brother and sister. As if he wouldn’t be one of the kids; Always the grown up. But his parents haven’t seen him like this, this wasn’t his place, as well. He never felt like he belongs somewhere. Because no one ever showed him that he can be loved or be someone’s favourite.
  • He always felt responsible because of his intelligence and understanding of things. It was him who took care of Eurus after Uncle Rudy. It’s him that takes care of Sherlock. He became the British government. He feels like it’s his task to shoulder the weight of all of this. At some point he just took this role. The responsible. The adult. The parent. And that’s how he still sees himself. When looking at Sherlock after he shot Magnussen - he saw a little boy.
  • He feels like he deserves getting shot. Because he fucked up. His parents told him he fucked up. Maybe that’s what they do all the time. Because they believe he is The Ice Men and doesn’t care. And he just takes it. He’s Mycroft Holmes and it’s so hard for him to admit he has made mistakes. But he just takes it because he really thinks it’s all his fault. Maybe that’s what he was always taught to think. Parents mostly blame the older ones because they think they should know better.
  • He’s weak. When Sherlock said “He’s not as strong as he thinks he is” - he was so right. And sadly Mycroft is not as strong as he wants to be. Because he is a sensitive idiot who smiles when his idiot brother tells him he was good as lady bracknell. He’s so weak in so many ways. Physically, of course. He always was. As a child he was chubby, maybe his parents told him to lose weight - that’s why he’s so worried about it, even if there’s no reason. Now he’s so skinny - and still weak. Remember when Sherlock pushed him against the wall and Mycroft was all in pain? He’s emotionally weak. He never learned to be good with people. He understands them, of course, in an intellectual way, that’s part of his job. But he doesn’t understand them in a way of own feelings.
  • All he has is being clever! That’s what I thought so many times in TFP. That’s why he always mentions he’s the smart one. The only thing he has is being clever! The only thing he can claim for himself, he can be proud of, he can identify with.
  • He likes to be important. Why did he mention he spoke to the prime minister so many times? Look how he behaves in Buckingham Palace! The thing is - there is a difference between power and importance. You could easily think mycroft likes power - but it’s importance and that’s much deeper and purer. Because he wants to matter for someone, wants to be of value. No one shows him on a personal level. Not his parents, not Sherlock. So he searches it in business life. He became the British Government because - how could he be even more important?
  • And because he’s a complete control freak! But that’s nothing new, we know since Episode 1. The most things he’s doing is to be the one in control.

Many people said he was out of character in TFP. He wasn’t. He just revealed a side we haven’t seen before. We always saw him from the point of view of Sherlock and John. And they only see his role. The untouchable Ice Man. And this role can’t be kept up in the situation they’re in - that’s why he behaves so different, just not logical, even emotional.

  1. He always was in control. In TFP he wasn’t. He knew it was his fault. He’s not like Eurus who has almost no feelings at all. TFP shows what losing control is doing to Mycroft.
  2. “He didn’t vomit when Mary was shot!” When Mary got shot he was The Ice Men, there were so many people from his professional life around - besides, she got shot in the chest, just a little blood. This guy blew his head up with brain all over the wall and stuff?!
  3. “He never had a problem with killing people or letting them die?! People die, that’s what people do?!” He never killed someone with his own hands? Maybe there’s a little difference?! He was always sitting behind his desk, not knowing the people, not seeing them. He never was a field agent.

 I’m one of those crazy people, if I’m watching the trailer for a movie and I’m really excited by it, I’ll turn it off because I don’t want to know anything. I want to be surprised because I love that more than                                                                        knowing anything.

                                  Happy Birthday Adam Driver! (November 19th, 1983)

Charlie’s Birthday Wishlist! ≧◡≦

Hey guys as I’m sure some of you know already Charlie Rose (my daughter for those of you who are new here) is turning 3 years old in February and I’ve been saving up to throw her a big party since this is the first year where I’ve had the chance to (her first year we were at her mothers family and last year I took her to Disney) I’m really excited and I think I’ve got the party covered and it’s going to be perfect. Since her christmas wishlist was such a success I figured I’d run another one for her birthday, especially for people who wanted to participate and didn’t get to. I think you guys being a part of her life is really important since some of you have been here since she was born. And I want her growing up feeling like she has an extended family with my followers.

Here’s the link to the wishlisthttp://a.co/5xIRk1H

Last year I lost a big opportunity to give back to you guys since I had no idea how successful the list would be so this year I’m going to do something a little extra for those who participate.

If you get Charlie anything off her wishlist no matter how big or small I will:

  • follow your blog
  • send you a picture of charlie with your gift
  • do a skype/face time video chat with me and charlie to personally thank you!

If there’s anything else you guys would want in return just let me know! I owe you guys the world and so does Charlie, thank you for everything! 

YURIO in Yuri on Ice Ep. 12 - Interpretation/Analysis

In my personal opinion, I believe Yuri on Ice made suggestions towards my Yurio crush theory (1, 2), but if you prefer to think of it as just admiration, that’s fine. Either way, it’s a beautiful turn of events. I’m going to take apart the scenes from Episode 12 and explain how I interpret them.

This episode really hit me in the feels and I loved it. So far I’ve seen a lot of positive responses to it, but I have also seen people who are unhappy with Yurio’s part in it. If you are one of those people, I’d suggest reading this post or my post about Yurio’s past, as I think they help people get a new perspective on him.


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Strings of Fate - Part 1

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)



Soulmate AU

“Funny how I finally got what I always wanted, but it was given to you instead.”

Warnings: ANGST! THIS IS GONNA BE ANGSTY AF (I’m an evil person), also, my characters tend to swear a lot

Word count: 2113

A/N: IT’S HERE! The soulmate AU I’ve been dying to write is finally here and I’m about to explode because of the excitement because it turned to so much better than what I originally expected. 

I hope you guys like it!

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“There is no such thing as a soulmate…and who would want there to be? I don’t want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.”

-Rachel Cohn

Almost one hundred percent of the world’s population has a soulmate; a person they share a deep connection with, and whom they’re linked to from birth. Those people will live their lives as they usually would, completely unaware of the red string of fate pulling them together. They will lead normal lives, filled with normal habits, until one day they’ll find the one. The red thread will turn into a golden one, and a small tattoo of their soulmate’s initials will appear scribbled on their wrists.

Almost one hundred percent of the world’s population has a soulmate, but only a handful of people in the world can alter the course of fate.

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My history crush is Helen Keller.

I’m surprised she hasn’t turned up here. People regard her as some “miracle” who “overcame her deaf-blindness”, but she was so much more than that.

She was a socialist, feminist, pro-choice activist and arguably one of the earliest disability activists. She also introduced the akita dog to America. Those are things you don’t hear about this truly remarkable woman. That’s why she is my history crush.


Character: Credence Barebone

Prompt: 8 & 14

A/n: This one runs on the longer side so if you prefer shorter ones let me know, though I really like the turn out of this one.

I hope this fulfills the original request and those of you who wanted a fluffy Credence fic ヽ(:3ノ ヽ)ノ

You fluffed the stems of the sunflowers in your shop window, making sure they had the best chances of getting to the sunlight.

“Good morning.” An older woman said to you as she passed by.

You smiled at her, knowing she visted your shop often. “Good morning, Mrs. Thompson.” You said with a wave.

You owned your flower shop for about two years now. Most days people came in and out, buying bouquets for their loved ones or celebrations for birthdays and anniversaries.

Looking up at the sky you noticed it would probably start to rain sometime this afternoon.

Your looked down the sidewalk and saw a young man wearing dark clothes walk towards you, you recalled seeing him at a few of those fanatic witch exposing protests, looking miserable the whole time.

“Ah, Good morning.” You said, smiling at him.

His footsteps faltered and he turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowing as if wondering if he was the one you were speaking to.

You nodded, a small laugh coming out. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“Credence Barebone.” He said softly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

Holding your hand out to him, you grinned. “Well it’s very nice to meet you Credence Barebone, I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

He hesitantly shook your hand, looking slightly uncomfortable as he did so.

“I should probably be heading off now.” He said, folding his hands and looking down at them.

“Oh wait” You said, turning around and pulling one of the sunflowers out from the display and taking your shears to cut the stem down.

“Here, I think this’ll help brighten you up.” You said, tucking the yellow flower into his beast pocket. “There, lovely.”

Credence looked down at the flower, noticing how bright it looked constrastimg with his dark jacket. “Thank you.” He said, his voice lifting in tone and volume.

“You’re very welcome, come by again when you have the time.” You said, offering him one last wave before walking into your story and flipping the sign to show you were open.

Credence stood there for a moment, watching the door you had just gone through with a confused look on his shoulder.

He casted one last glance at the flower, and decided to move it to his inner coat pocket so his mother wouldn’t ask questions.

Credence visted your shop frequently after that first encounter, sometimes it would be before you opened before the day, fixing the arrangements outside. Other times he would walk inside, admiring the bouquets you had resting on displays or in intricate vases.

Each time you welcomed him with a warm smile and a friendly hello, an alarming difference then what he was used to.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find immense comfort and warmth in your presence. You were incredibly kind and everytime he walked inside it was like entering a whole other world than his own.

This caused Credence to have several questions float through his mind, one amoung them being why you were so polite to him when almost everyone thought he was strange.

He decided to ask you one day, lingering around your shop until he a moment to speak to you alone.

“Can I ask you something?” He said while you were behind the cash register, refilling some seed pouches.

Even after a week or so of becoming good acquaintances with Credence, he was still very shy around you, speaking in quiet tones and standing awkwardly stiff.

“Of course.” You said brightly, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asked, looking up to meet your gaze.

You gave him a soft smile. “I wasn’t aware I had to have a reason.”

“N-no it’s just that most people tend to just look at me strangely or call me a freak so, I wanted to know if there was a specific reason for you being so kind to me.”

You were taken back a bit, part from the information he had given you and because that was probably the most he had spoken to you since your encounter.

“I see.” You commented, eyes drifting down to your counter before an idea popped into your head. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“W-What?” He asked, his tone becoming one of panic.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden change in emotion. “Hey, easy. I just want to give you something.”

Credence stared at you for a moment before very hesitantly closing his eyes and holding out his hands.

You quickly rushed off into your back room and took something from the various wooden shelves and reappearing at the counter, where Credence was still standing.

“Did you know that flowers have certain meanings?” You said, reaching your hands to place one in his hand, but you faltered slightly at the marks on his hands.

“No.” His short answer pulled you away from your thoughts and you gently set the flower in his palm.

“Well they do.” You said. “You can open your eyes now.”

He did as told, eyes falling onto the yellow flower you had placed in his hand.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No…but I’ve seen them before.”

“This is a dandelion, I have quite a few of them in my back room. They’re considered a weed so not a lot of people appricate them or find them pretty. But what’s interesting about them is whenever these yellow petals fall off, it will recreate itself and turn into this.” You informed him, placing a whispy looking white flower into his other hand. “The phoenix of the flowers really.”

Credence looked upon the flowers and held them close to face, observering them carefully.

“I suppose that is why I’m so kind to you, you remind me of dandelions. Not very many people find them interesting or pretty to look at, but they’re extraordinary in their own right.”

“That’s a nice thought.”

“Yes I rather think so.” You said smiling at him.

Credence looked up at you and returned the gesture, though his was a mere upturn of the one corner of his mouth. “Thank you for telling me about them.”

“Thank you for listening.”

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