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Crawling Chaos - Part One - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female receiving), Fingering, Riddles

Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.

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The StuG: A new concept in warfare

One of only a handful of the brand new StuG III to see service in the West, this dusty StuG III Ausf. A already shows the scars of battle on its frontal armour. From the size of the holes, possibly an anti-tank rifle. Location unknown, May/June 1940.

In May of 1940, during Operation ‘Fall Gelb’, a new concept made his debut on the battlefield: The Sturmartillerie (Assault Artillery).

The Germans called it the Sturmgeschütz (literally Assault Gun), or StuG for shorts. In its early versions it was designed specifically to help infantry deal with hard points such as bunkers, mg nests and fortified positions. Its low silhouette, 50 mm of frontal armour, and 75mm low velocity gun packing HE rounds made it a formidable opponent against any infantry position.

The first StuG to enter combat belonged to 16.Sturmbatterie, assigned to the ‘Großdeutschland’ Infanterie-Regiment. On the 10th of May, at the French village of Villers, 20 miles west from Luxembourg, the Regiment’s II.Batallion found the place occupied by French cavalry. The French stood their ground and a heated firefight followed. In the meantime, I.Batallion, with the Sturmbatterie attached, arrived at the scene. The call was heard for the first time: ‘Sturmbatterie to the front!’

‘The third platoon dashed forward; its leader, Lt. Franz standing erect in the turret of his command vehicle, followed closely by StuG Nr.5 and 6. The platoon found no resistance until arriving at the center of town where it received heavy mg fire. The platoon leader answered this fire with his MP (machine-pistol). Two rounds from each of the StuG silenced the machine guns.’ (Action report text adapted from Osprey’s New Vanguard 19).

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a monster woo smut where your both in a daddy/little girl relationship?

Baby Girl: AMBW because why not

Your eyes darted open slowly, looking around to see your surroundings about you. Your legs were curled up into one another, your hands tangled into the sheets and your straight fucked up hair was everywhere the ends curling slowly because your hair liked to torment you like that whenever you didn’t tie it down. But there was a reason you didn’t do so. He had come over last night. Kim Young Woo but most knew him by Monster Woo, his dancing name.

He had been you’re boyfriend for over a year or so now, but on top of that he was also your daddy. That relationship was the one that started first. He and you had met at a club, he had danced there and seeing you stare at his body he couldn’t help it he had to come over to your table and give you a lap dance teasing you and making you shy in front of all your friends. He had asked you back to his place after everything was over and you knew what was going down. But that wasn’t the last time he wanted you.

He had called regularly asked for you both to met at different places or each others houses, even when he went to other cities and states to dance you were always there right beside him. He was the one you went to for everything and it just so happened you were the same for him. Of course feelings didn’t come into play for a while neither side said anything in fear the other side would leave. It was a sexual thing until he saw you giving a lap dance to another male and that was it he knew then he wanted you in every way. 

Smiling widely at your own thoughts, you rolled over slightly to stare up at him. He didn’t snore loudly it was a soft snore, his dark black raven locks tumbling over his eyes as he rested, his tattoos showing over his body his arms sprawled out wildly, one was trying to rest under your head and he didn’t even know where the other one was supposed to be probably. Laughing softly you let your eyes roam down his well defined body and for some reason you couldn’t stop looking at his waist and lower. He was so fucking sexy and you had always found yourself getting wet at just the thought of him touching you. With a bright smile and ideas swirling around your head you pushed the covers off of his hips leaning over to lay your body against the bed facing his morning wood.

You licked your lips at the thickness that lay against his stomach anything but soft. Slowly you gripped it in your tiny hand stroking it up and down causing a grunt to slip from his lips as he moved a bit. Your hand continued its motions watching his erection come to life. Your mouth leaning forward to take slow cat like licks against the head of his shaft, his breathing got harder and you knew he probably thought he was having a wet dream at how he fought with his sleep. But you didn’t want him to wake up before you got a chance to get on top (something he liked yet he rarely let you do it because he felt he moaned too much).

You pulled back from him licking your lips, you climbed on his body, your hand gripping at his dick the other bracing on his chest and you knew he was starting to stir. Slowly you waited until his eyes were opening and you slid yourself down on his dick ever so slowly letting your mouth open to part into a ‘o’ shape. You waited until he was fully buried inside of you, both of your hands on his chest, his dark eyes watched you for a bit and he didn’t even fight it. 

You picked yourself up and dropped back down on him slowly, riding your daddy just like he liked it. He let his large hands come up to cup your brown ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed and grabbed hard at the flesh lazily slapping it with his hands. 

“Fuck baby girl why do you do this to me?” He asked with his voice deeply laced with sleep and arousal. It made your toes curl your hips slamming down onto his faster bouncing yourself and he aided by bucking his hips up fucking into you.

“I always enjoy morning sex because you sound so good moaning my name, how you fuck into me and push me back to sleep. You know you love grabbing on my big ass don’t  you? You like it when I bounce on this dick don’t play like you don’t.” You teased forgetting who he was for a second.

“Ohh.. Is that right –?” He asked calling out your name with a smirk. Slowly he planted his feet into the bed gripping one hand at your hips and keeping one hand cupping your ass cheek he started to pound up into your dripping pussy keeping you in place as he gave you quick hard deep thrusts.

“So since you can tell me about how much I love to feel this pink pussy dripping down on my shaft as you take daddy’s dick maybe you can tell daddy how much you love fucking riding me while that big ass mouth moans for me and no other?” He asked with a smirk knowing full well you could barely answer him.

“Yes daddy! Aaggh~ FUCK! Youngwoo!” You cried out his name, your nails scratching down his chest as he pounded into your tight pussy. Your head rolled back as you cried out in pleasure, his balls slapping against your ass as he rutted up against you making sure you ate those teasing words you gave to him. Every time he shifted his hips he pressed against your spot that he knew too well, slamming you down on his dick all the while. He controlled you and owned your body.

You reached a free hand down to rub at your clit as your stomach swirled and tightened, he nodded his head biting on his plump lips, watching you with steady eyes. You made yourself squirt on him as you came releasing your juices on his dick and that’s all it took to have him spilling his cum inside of your pink walls. Sliding in and out he let his pace falter for a bit so that you both could ride out your orgasms. 

He let his feet slowly slide down until he was resting on with his body lying down. He gave you a sweet smile, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek he brought your head down so that you could kiss his plump lips. His free hand rubbing circles of comfort into your skin and you both laughed lazily. You loved mornings like this. Nothing beat letting daddy wake up to his favorite baby girl. 

Do It Again

This one’s for @avasmommy224‘s Birthday Challenge - Happy 30th my love!
Hope you have an AWESOME day, followed by an incredible year. May the writing gods bless you with so many ideas you pray for writers block!
Enjoy, Jenn - this one’s for you!

Prompt: “Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth”
Word Count: 2139
Warnings: Fluff, Smut - take that as your summary as well!
A/N: Thank you to @wi-deangirl77 for giving this a once over and making sure it made sense! Use the gif to inspire your imagination!

“Ow!” Jensen’s voice was rough with sleep, but he was sure as shit awake now.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, swatting me with the pillow he’d pulled from under his head. I flinched back, capturing the pillow and thumping it back down on him.
“I just wanted a piece of that fine ass!” I whispered, resting my head back to the dip in the small of his back, savoring in the warmth of his bare skin.
“No need to bite,” he growled, reaching to slap at my pantie-clad behind, running his hand up my thigh towards my knee that rested near his face, giving it a squeeze.
“And I was having such a nice dream too.” He murmured, lifting himself to rest his lips against my bare leg. I was aware from an eagle-eye view, we probably looked like a ying-yang, perfectly describing us, our differences that made us a whole.

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warning: clones

“will you make me another one?” sakura requests. 

she meets his mismatched eyes and smiles before her features contort and her jaw drops because the clone he’s already made her is hitting that spot she likes. sakura buries her face in the blanket. her knuckles turn white as she finds purchase in the cloth and rides through her second orgasm thus far.

i want you to watch me, she had told him, sitting him in a chair in front of their bed. i want you to watch me, she had repeated when he raised an eyebrow at her request for the first clone. 

his doppelganger is as relentless as he is, sparing her sensitivity by moving in slow, shallow thrusts. he has sasuke’s personality so he smirks down at her. there’s pride on his face, the primal sort of thing he thinks you’d only feel from making your woman reach completion, and for a moment, sasuke actually feels jealous.

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Clinical Trial

You need the money, you remind yourself as you sign your womb away for “"science”“ for the next six months.

You aren’t entirely sure what the developments or goals of this experiment are– just that carrying the strangely jelly-like slug-shaped aliens to term would pay you enough to finish your study here on the space station, and that the AER research program would compensate meal and health costs. Compared to your classes and field training, this seems like a breeze– or at the very least, worth the effort.

The effort included being artificially inseminated with the Niveus lifeform embryo, carrying it for six months, and birthing it in a controlled environment. Participants of all species and all genital combinations were accepted so long as they could become pregnant; you yourself are from another sector’s colony, of human ancestry, and posess both a phallus capable of impregnating those of your kind (albeit rarely, to your disappointment) and a vaginal set that is much more fertile. You haven’t become pregnant yet in your life, not even to one of your own kind, but this doesn’t intimidate you; with this kind of budget, the doctors and scientists involved must be reliable.

Despite this you can’t prevent your nerves on the day of your impregnation. You make your way the the lab-associated clinic and a well-trained nurse leads you back to an examination room complete with a table with stirrups. Your stomach flips like a pancake when you see it, but the nurse assures you you’ll be fine and takes your vitals. Once you’ve been analyzed and approved, the nurse calls for the technicians while helping you remove your clothes and dress in a pale blue gown. The technicians are the ones to help you up into the stirrups, and when one’s thumb gets a little too close to the inside of your naked thigh, you have to tilt your head back and bite your lip. Between being nervous and a little turned on, you aren’t sure you can keep you composure, and you’re glad the gown covers your half-stiff cock.

Whether the technicians can see or not, they don’t comment, and you’re almost a little disappointed when you see one pull out a syringe-like applicator. You had it in your head for some reason– the idea of the AER technicians producing a full grown Niveus to fuck and impregnate you– even though you knew just how this would go. You keep your head tilted back and close your eyes as one of the technicians tells you to relax and the other begins to lubricate the applicator and your vagina, and you swear if you weren’t sure you just wanted it to happen and so must have been imagining it, but it felt like their fingers even rubbed your testes.

You inhale sharply when the applicator penetrates you, deaf to the calming coaxing of the scientists. You’re too busy knowing you’ll be thinking of the moment every night for the weeks ahead.

The first of those weeks sees little change in you; you want to be worried that the embryo didn’t take, but you remind yourself that the AER research program instructional pack mention you might not feel a thing the first week. It’s the second week you’ll have to worry about, which you confirm when you wake for class that Wednesday morning.

There’s a pressure in the back of your throat and you can’t keep yourself from sweating and salivating, your breaths shallow as you hurry to the bathroom to relieve yourself of the morning sickness. After you’ve done so, but as you crouch before your toilet with your hand on your stomach, you realise this is the real deal.

It doesn’t interfere much with your life in the beginning; you attend your studies diligently after tidying yourself up every morning and your instructors have even praised your marks these past few weeks. You admit part of it was the energy of anticipation. That check was amazing, and you had been approved.

Besides, none of your classmates, instructors, or coworkers notice yet. Today after your classmates have left your afternoon period class you stay behind, shuffling through your books as an excuse for why you’re taking so long. Once everyone has cleared the room you slide back into your chair with a long sigh, sliding your hand into your pants to rest over your abdomen. It’s been strangely warm there since you first felt sick four weeks ago, and today that heat is affecting your mood. Between the dull, residual nausea from this morning causing a sweat to break out on the back of your neck and the foreign heat in your belly causing your erection to press against the zipper of your Academy uniform trousers, you needed a break from concentrating to let yourself breathe– and perhaps be a little bit grumpy. You massage your fingers against your abdomen in an attempt to comfort yourself or calm your erection or -something-, but the motion offers no reprieve. You slide down and tilt your head back against the back panel of seat.

You recall in your vaguely nauseated, mostly aroused haze that this particular classroom does not host a class this period. You’ve stayed after class to study before, and you know from experience that your desk isn’t visible from the door’s window.

With one eye you take a quick look at the door and turn your seat halfway to the side, grateful that this classroom utilizes theatre-like desk seating, and quickly unfasten your pants. If you can just come, maybe you can stomach the nausea and get back to your apartment. Kicking aside your bag you shimmy your trousers down, leaving your underwear on, and slip your fingers past the fabric and into your pussy. You bite your lip and hiss to keep yourself quiet, surprised by how sensitive you are today, and don’t even notice how quickly your nausea slips away once your fingers have started pressing up inside. You can’t help but think back to your impregnation and how disappointed you’d been you hadn’t been able to enjoy some strange fantasy… And kick your right leg up onto the desk.

Breathing out a slow, quiet “Hooo…” you close your eyes and fingerfuck yourself, imagining the technicians helping you into those stirrups and producing a slimy, full-grown Niveus, laying it across your stomach. In your fantasy it probes your nipples with its soft, toothless mouth, sucking and nibbling at them as it writhes, its huge erection and your own sandwiched between your stomach and the Niveus’s underside.

The technicians reach and guide the Niveus’s member into your already wet vagina and you hiss, arching your back. The tip is narrow and soft despite its firmness and almost seems to wriggle into you bit by bit, increasing in size. You feel the form of its cock begin to stretch you open and breathe out slowly as the technicians guide the Niveus to fuck you slow and steady. When you’re adjusted the technicians step back and allow the foreign lifeform to fuck you at its own pace and it does so right away, fervently driving its tapered penis into your vagina. You bite your tongue, trying to keep your voice down as your fingers simulate the Niveus’s thrusting. You come a bit faster than you expected, and foot slipping off the desk as fluid seeps into your clothing from your cock.

Panting, you clear your head and see you arr still undisturbed in the classroom. Good. You wipe your brow, stand, and straighten your uniform shirt over the low swelling of your belly, fastening your trousers beneath it.

You were right. The nausea’s subsided. You’ll keep that in mind when you study later, but sated for the time being, you take your things and walk back to your apartment, still mindful of the weight in your stomach and the memory of the creature that caused it.

Titillate (M) | Jonghyun

// halloween gets rather crazy at night…and not because of zombies

Jonghyun has a thing for uniforms.

More specifically, Jonghyun has a thing for you in a uniform.

You found out this amusing fact on a cool autumn’s night when you returned home from a Halloween party. Jonghyun had been watching a horror movie on the TV from the kitchen, the remains of his midnight snack scattered on the dining table. The moment he laid his eyes on you, you felt the lust bursting forth and attacking you from all corners. The white blouse you had on was buttoned up to a point just fairly above your cleavage, and its ends were tucked into the high-waisted, plaid navy skirt that barely covered the milky thighs that Jonghyun loved to squeeze every time you were together.

You caught sight of his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his eyes scanned you over. Pretending not to care, you removed your bag from your shoulders to let it hang on the stand. You swept your long, wavy hair to one side and your heartbeat rose with each second as Jonghyun’s eyes never left your body.

His knuckles turned white as his grip on the remote control tightened, his body reacting to your movement in ways he was too familiar with. You walked slowly up to his side and leaned over his lap to grab the remote, being highly aware of the warm air that he was breathing down your neck. The television was now turned off; the menacing orchestral music, and the all too piercing screams of the female protagonist came to an immediate halt. All that illuminated the apartment now were the fairy lights hanging down from the walls.

In the tension-filled silence of the space, you pushed Jonghyun’s chair backwards, giving yourself some space to straddle his thighs. Your toes were barely touching the floor, and when you inched yourself forward, the increasing bulge that threatened to burst out of this sweatpants came into contact with your clothed core, and you had to stiffen a moan.

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Punk!Percy Preppy!Annabeth
Subway Rides

Annabeth looks at the time on her phone for the fifth time and looks down the dark tunnel as the other commuters do. She’s at the farthest end because this door is near the stairs in the station she needs to get off. That doesn’t matter though, she should be able to see the train coming in just fine.

The subway should be here by now. Actually, it should have gotten to the station at 4.35pm, like every week day because that’s the exact time she takes it to go home after work.

But not today. Today its already 4.38pm and its not here yet.

And damn it if its another suicide. She internally curses. She already had to endure two of those in the last month. And its not fun at all. All the transports collapse when that happens and forget about taking the subway at least for two hours. Jesus.

The subway is not here at 4.39pm but it enters the tunnel with its bright lights exactly 4.40, Thank every divinity. Exclamation marks

‘of course’, its her only thought as the carriage door stops right in front of her, its so full of people they are all crushed against the door.

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Pillow Talk — S.Coups

Originally posted by taecheol

A/N: so this is kimbapkiddings’ first smut imagine written by yours truly, admin japchae! I rly hope you guys like it. I was super inspired by pillowtalk by zayn bc c’mon, pillowtalk?? s.coups?? they gO TOGETHER so here’s this imagine. have fun ;-)

Plot: The tension between you and Seungcheol had already been there when you became his close friend as a new backup dancer for Pledis. It only escalated once the two of you were paired for a sexy lap dance routine. When he looks into your eyes during the lap dance, he can see it all: your body underneath him and your pillow talk late in the night.

Word Count: 2,298 words
Song: “Pillowtalk” by Zayn
Content: rough-ish vanilla sex, cunnilingus, fingering, calling him oppa

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The Bonsai Tree

The Bonsai Tree is genuinely man-made nature’s blessing. Bonsai (articulated bone-moan) is one of the most seasoned oriental green craftsmanship medium. Exuding from the Orient, the word Bonsai in Chinese and Japanese dialects implies tree-in-a-pot. Made in the Orient over 2000 years prior, this heavenly workmanship is prestigious everywhere throughout the world.

Little pruned tree is not yet a bonsai for it must be pruned, molded, and outlined into the coveted shape. To keep its minute size, the plant’s developing conditions are precisely controlled. Any undesirable branches are pruned, roots are kept in the small pot and leaves are consistently trimmed. Bonsai might be given a specific style or uncommon shape however regardless it needs to fit in with nature. The littler and more established the bonsai is the higher is the esteem. In spite of the fact that these superb little trees may live for quite a long time, they required bunches of pruning, trimming and preparing all through their lifetime … and the more wonderful they show up.

To make a bonsai, there are no particular principles as every species has its own unique needs. Indeed, even area and condition are imperative elements to consider. Should you choose to go into this workmanship, perused as much as you can and join neighborhood bonsai affiliations.

History

The Chinese brought forth bonsai however the Japanese supported the workmanship. In the year 700 AD, the Chinese realm began what they named aspun-sai utilizing extraordinary techniques in developing diminutive person trees in holders. Before all else, just the well-off individuals from society were diving into the craftsmanship by making utilization of local gathered examples. They gave these diminutive person trees all through China as sumptuous blessings. Amid the Kamakura period, Japan received the greater part of China’s way of life particularly the craft of developing trees in compartments. Be that as it may, the imaginative Japanese rebuilt some Bonsai highlights because of the impact of Zen Buddhism. Since the span of Japan was just four percent as that of terrain China, the improvement of the craftsmanship was obliged. Japan could grow new procedures, styles and devices to idealize the workmanship. For the following three hundred years, Bonsai was constrained just to Asia, however as of late, it has turned into an overall phenomenon.Styles

Many styles of Bonsai trees are winding up plainly more indistinguishable with nature the same number of bonsai devotees are making their own plans and deciphering by and by their gems. Commonality with the styles is critical to secure fundamental comprehension of shapes and taking after rules to effectively make smaller than usual trees.

1. Floor brush style Bonsai – Hokidachi

Deciduous trees with broad and fine branches are the best materials to make a floor brush style bonsai. Its straight and erect trunk fans out every which way after it achieves 1/3 of the whole length of the tree. The branches and leaves are formed like a ball crown which is a decent decoration for Christmas occasions.

2. Formal upright Bonsai style – Chokkan

This is the most well-known style in bonsai, and additionally nature since this tree is completely presented to daylight because of the nonappearance of different trees. Since the decreasing of the upright developing trunk is underscored, it has thicker base and develops more slender as its stature increments. At the point when the storage compartment achieves ¼ of its aggregate length, branches begin developing. The crown of the tree is shaped from a solitary branch while the storage compartment does not achieve the whole length of the tree.

3. Inclining Bonsai style – Shakkan

In the woodland, the wind and the wellspring of daylight decide the heading where trees lean. In Bonsai, the inclining style has a point of around 60 – 80 degrees with respect to the ground. The roots are all around created on one side to keep the tree standing. On one side of the tree, the roots are plainly not too created. The main branch becomes inverse the heading of the tree, with a specific end goal to adjust it. The storage compartment is marginally bowed or totally straight, yet is thicker at the base than at the top.

4. Course Bonsai style - Kengai

Trees developing on a lofty precipice are probably going to twist descending accordingly of a few variables, similar to snow or falling rocks. These components make the tree become descending. With Bonsai, keeping up the development of a tree descending is troublesome since the development’s course is against the way of trees to develop upright. Utilize tall pots to plant Cascade Bonsai. The tree is permitted to become erect at a short separation then is twisted descending. Give the crown of the tree a chance to become over the edge of the pot, however whatever remains of the branches are on the other hand orchestrated left and ideal on the peripheral bends of the S-molded trunk. Each branch becomes out in a flat course to keep the adjust of the tree.

5. Semi course Bonsai style - Han-kengai

The semi-course style, similar to the course style, is shaped like the trees developing on precipices and banks of waterways and lakes. The storage compartment is permitted to develop upright for a couple remove then twisted descending. The distinction between the course and semi-course style is that the semi-course trunk is not permitted to develop underneath the base of the pot. The crown becomes over the edge with alternate branches beneath.

6. Literati Bonsai style - Bunjingi

This style demonstrates the type of trees in territories profoundly populated by different trees where every one needs to seek survival. Trees have a tendency to become warpedly upward even without branches to get at the sun. A portion of the branches don’t have barks to get the most out of the daylight. The thought is to show how a tree truly needs to battle to survive. Bunjingi trees are frequently set in little, round pots.

7. Windswept Bonsai style – Fukinagashi

The endeavors of the tree for survival are portrayed by this style. The branches and trunk are becoming just from one side as though the wind is blowing in one heading. All the branches are becoming just from one side however will in the long run shelter one side.

8. Twofold trunk style Bonsai - Sokan

Twofold trunk trees are basic in nature however not so in the craft of Bonsai. Generally, the two trunks become out of a solitary root framework or a littler trunk rises up out of the bigger trunk simply over the ground. They contrast in both thickness and length. The thicker trunk which is more created develops upright while the littler one is inclined. Nonetheless, a solitary crown of leaves develop from the twofold trunks.

  • Anubis: Oh Set, she's fantastic. Anput is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I've never felt this way before. It's like a volcano erupting inside of me... like hot lava rising higher and higher and- What is that, Set? What is it?
  • Set: It's called an erection. It's either that or malaria.

nenyakj-deactivated20171010  asked:

For your headcannon with #sexwithbuckybarnes... Bucky loves the scent of your hair, it actually arouses him. Whenever you walk by, he shivers and has to hide his erection. Its gotten to the point where you tease him on purpose, and when you retire to your room at night, he barrels in and bends you over the nearest object, grabs your hair, and fucks you senseless. Tony has taken to ordering boxes of the shampoo for you, cuz he definitely ships the two of you.

YES YES YES!!!!!