ugh i really wish i got this shirt before it sold out

Pardon Our Ectoplasm

Christmas Truce gift for @anemptymorgue, who asked for something humorous to do with Amity Park’s general citizens and their relationship with ghosts. Hope you like it!

This, Wes berated himself, is why you didn’t do last-minute Christmas shopping in Amity. “But you can’t be sold out!”

The blue-shirted associate - Neil, according to his name tag- shrugged. “Sorry sir; we’re technically not sold out- we’re out of stock.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“One has us selling things like a normal store, and the other one is that cyber ghost popping through the ceiling and making our inventory attack people like it was the machine uprising.” 

Another associate sweeping up broken and scorched plastic added, “Only instead of killer robots it was iPads and overpriced HDMI cables.”

“The cyber ghost?” Kwan piped up behind Wes. “Which one is that?”

“Yeah, y’know…the cyber ghost?” At their blank expression, Neil pressed. “Come on: green skin, lab coat, lame shades? Has that shrieky voice that sounds like that one dude?”

Wes glanced back at Kwan, Dash, and Dale, who all shrugged. 

“Wait, Terry would totally know this. He’s a big Ecto-Fanboy.” He called across the store, loud and echoing with nothing but empty shelves between them. “Hey Tere! What was the name of that ghost yesterday! The techie one?”

“You mean Technus?” someone across the store hollered back. “How do you forget that? He talks in the third person! He was constantly telling people his name. The first thing he said was ‘It is I, Technus, Master of Machines and all that goes beep-boop!’ He did it in that weird Gilbert Gottfried kinda voice.”

Neil snapped his fingers. “Gilbert Gottfried, that was it!” 

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Modest Mouse (Clony)

“Modest Mouse.”

Prompt: Could you do insecure Clay and him thinking that Tony could do better but Tony tries to make him see/convince him otherwise?

Pairing: Clay x Tony (clony)
Count: 1065 Words.
Tags: insecure!Clay

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It was a rarity to see any kind of fair in or around Clay’s town. But tonight, there was one. And Tony had become hell bent on getting Clay to go on a date with him. Tony had succeeded, and that was the Clay now stood surrounded by shirts and pants strewn haphazardly across the room. They resulted from Clay’s indecisiveness, and his desire to look as good as he possibly could. And while did sit there, self-consciously strewing over every detail of his outfit, he hadn’t managed to impress even himself. Before he could fret any longer, Tony’s signature knock echoed through the empty house. His parents were out, and he had no idea where.

Clay managed to make it to the door without dying, and opened it. Tony had traded in the old jacket for a tight-fitting blazer that seemed to hug his body in the perfect way. Clay could almost taste his dread. “Why do you have to look so good?”

“Hello to you too, handsome.” Tony smiles, leaning up to kiss Clay’s cheek.

“Hello.” Clay smiles, and wraps his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “Shall we?”

Tony smiles, his hand snaking around Clay’s waist. “We shall.” Tony’s mustang was parked on the street, but they passed it. They decided earlier in the day that it would be nicer to walk, considering it was just under ten minutes from Clay’s. “So, mister Jensen, how was your day?”

“My day was gooood. What about yours?” Clay smiles, and falls into pace with Tony.

“Well, funny story, I ran into your mum today.”

“Ugh… What happened?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. But we got to talking and…” While Tony talked, Clay did his best to listen. But in the back of his head, echoing in the forefront of his thoughts, the what did I do to deserve you? question repeated over and over and over and over.

***

They don’t run into anyone they know. Clay, however, was still distracted. He kept thinking about how much better Tony could be getting. And how there was an attractive guy, just across the field, who’d been checking Tony out for at least five minutes. There was the constant thought that Tony could be with someone more attractive, and more worth his time.

They spend the next twenty minutes in Sideshow Alley, blowing money on random games, and coming away with several stuffed animals and a new green hat.

After an hour, Tony dragged Clay behind a concrete block of buildings just outside the fairground, pushing Clay against the wall. He gently kissed the boy, and Clay’s stomach imploded. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tony’s smaller neck. While in that moment, his insecurities seemed like specks of dust floating in the vast nothingness of space, there was a nagging in the back of his head. But that feeling changed as soon as Tony’s hand touched his chest. For a moment, it felt like a forbidden romance, a Romeo and Romeo. Their kisses were sloppy, and hurried. But they were worth it.

***

They’d managed to make it home, after Tony got several drinks for them through his brother. Being slightly intoxicated wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t like Tony wasn’t already the bold one of the relationship, but tonight, it was different. They’d barely made it into Clay’s bedroom, the stuffed animals dropped mercilessly at the front door, before Tony begun undressing them. Their lips stay connected, managing to get everything but shirt and underwear off before taking a breath.

“Is this okay?” Tony asks, pulling away for a moment. He still stays sitting in between Clay’s legs, but waits for a reply.

“Yeah. Yes, yeah please.” Clay smiles. Tony’s eyes flicker between Clay’s, and he can see the hesitance.

“What’s wrong?” Tony mutters, cupping Clay’s cheek.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Clay shakes his head, leaning in to kiss Tony.

Tony pulls his face away. “Clay. Don’t lie to me, love.”

It takes a moment of consideration, a deep breath, and a quiet sigh. “I just, don’t know whether this is what you want. If I’m what you want.” Clay clears his throat at the end of his sentence, and sits back.

“Clay. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

“You dated Brad and Ryan.” Clay huffs, eyeing Tony.

“And there was a reason it didn’t work out. We never got this far. And they never won me a stuffed animal.” Tony grins at his conclusion, gently kissing Clay’s chin. He guides the taller boy backward, kissing his neck. “I like the way you laugh.” He props himself up on his elbow, and traces his fingers down Clay’s chest. “I like your body. And your face. I like the way you smell, and sing terribly. I like the way lose yourself in your work. I like the way you hold me. I like the way you make me feel.” Clay closes his eyes, letting Tony’s words drift over him. “I like the way you’re sensitive, and conscious.” Tony smiles, kissing Clay’s clothed chest.

“I’m none of those things.” Clay mutters under his breath.

Tony frowns. “You really don’t see it?”

Clay shakes his head. “No! I don’t. And it terrifies me that you’re going to find someone more attractive, and smarter and nicer than me.”

“I know that nothing I say can help right now, besides that you’re very hot and I was willing to have sex with you like three minutes ago. But… if you trust me, than trust that I wouldn’t leave you. Period.” Tony smiles, straddling Clay’s thighs. “Now. Why don’t we make some food, and watch that new Adam Sandler movie?”

“Food, yes. Adam Sandler? No. I’m not nearly drunk enough to sit through one of those.”

“I wish I could say I was joking.” Tony giggled, which for him was a low. “Or, we could sit up here, maybe make out a little, then fall asleep and wake up and pretend we don’t remember tonight and have one of those ‘oh god did we fuck’ moments even though we clearly remember falling asleep?”

“I’m sold on the latter option.” Clay grins, his breath becoming shallow, as Tony’s hand travel farther down his body.

“By the way… you’re either extremely modest or just ridiculous. You’re hot.”

“Guess I’m a modest mouse.” Clay smiles.

“What?”

“It’s a movie reference of a reference of a band.”

“Is that your best attempt at talking dirty, Jensen?”

“Oh no. But this is…”

Ghost Story Time

So we had to leave town at like 3 to get to Lincoln at 430 for dinner to make it to the venue by 530.  Mike wasn’t very excited, he generally doesn’t like going to shows, especially since it was like 982° outside.  We got to the restaurant and Mike was *dramatically* STARVING and couldn’t wait to eat.  So he ate so fast and ended up feeling like garbage, and had to take a whore’s bath bc there was all sorts of food in his beard 🙄 

Once we were done eating we had like 15 minutes to get to the venue like 5 blocks away.  We ran into @fanthem and @papasdeathblossom  Which is hilarious bc no matter what city we see Ghost,  I always manage to see them randomly.  Only this time Kim shouted my name instead of my url, so it wasn’t as funny, but less awkward for the person I was with 🤣

We chatted for a minute and they had to pee, and we had to get to the ticketbooth to check in.  I was freaking out,  and it was just so hot I felt gross.  Obviously I was wearing h2t black, which is super smart.  The ticketbooth lady was a gigantic cunt and said they didn’t have any Ghost stuff yet and I’d have to wait.  So about 15 minutes later the guy came out and checked us in and such.  We brought our stuff back to the car, like 8 blocks away and it was just so hot out.  I’m gonna say that a lot, so get uses to it now 👌

We still had tons of time to kill before we had to be back at the venue so we went to this soda shop thing across the street. It was weird, Mike googled hobby stores hoping for a nerd shop near by and it showed up.  There were like cardboard cutouts and some pop culture nerdy things in the window, but it was a ruse.  It was all soda and like weird candy.  Mike got this cherry soda that resembled cloraseptic spray and I almost puked when I tasted it.  He loved it though, so he’s gross. I really just wanted water bc it was fucking gross outside, but this soda shop literally own sold pop, no water in sight

We had so much time to kill, still,  so we went to the Pinnacle and just kind of people watched for 30 minutes.  We saw this old dude flip out (in a good way) bc he saw some little kid, prob like 7, wearing one of his dad’s old Maiden shirts.  Like this dude was almost in tears because he was so stoked that this little kid was wearing a vintage shirt.  The kid was so happy and the dad was happy, and I was like almost crying bc feelings and such.  It was nice, and one of my favorite parts of the whole night 

I’m gonna backtrack, so after we got our vip merch I wanted to stop by the merch stand to get the Popera shirt to bring back to the car with the other stuff.  While in that line we encountered *that guy.  You know, the guy at every event ever that has no concept of personal boundries,  loves the sound of his own voice more than breathing, and just hates when people are content without talking.  So TG (that guy), grabbed my arm and was looking at my tattoo, which isn’t anything new…people think it’s okay to do that for some reason.  But he asked if I had any other Ghost tattoos, so I showed him my Ghoul elbow and he lost his mind.  Then he was asking if I’ve heard of any of their other bands, so I said yeah,  bc I do?  Idk why I was even engaging in the convo bc I def shouldn’t have. I opened up a goddamn can of worms 😒🔫   

So he’s talking about all the previous ghouls and I was barely stringing along any sort of response.  He started talking about Mauro, but kept saying Mario.  I didn’t want to be a cunt, so I didn’t correct him.   In hindsight I wish I would have bc he was just lingering around for the entirety of the m&g and the annoyingness continued to escalate.  

So we went back to the car, did the soda shop thing, people watched for a bit, and then it was about 5 minutes after we were suppose to meet where we were already standing.  TG shows up and I was just like god.fucking.damn.it. 😬 so he was like saying who was competition and who wasn’t, like that’s a normal thing to do

They took us to where we were doing the m&g, and I ended up stuck in line behind TG, which was a fucking bummer.  Luckily it was cold down there bc I was so swampy and gross from being outside, wearing all black 🖤  so I’m quietly talking to my husband, and everybody is doing the same with whoever they came with or met in line.  *sidenote: there was a guy with skeleton paint on that was  just mowing down on pizza and beer prior to us being taken to the m&g area and I was somehow fascinated with it…as if he was an actual skeleton eating pizza and drinking beer*

Sooo..TG decides it’s just way to quiet for him to be left alone with his thoughts and in a whole room of people just NOT hearing his voice.  So he starts asking those annoying Ghost questions and literally mentions everything that makes me roll my eyes.  He mentions Dave Grohl, Blue Öyster Cult, where is Ghost going, how Meliora is a masterpiece, and all sorts of other shit…and to top it off, he kept saying Opius instead of Opus, and I wanted to die. I mean he pulled his pants down and took a shit on my favorite Ghost album 😠 His friend could see how annoying he was being and how irritated the entire room was so he kind reeled in the crazy.  Then TG made a sad, quiet statement that the room was just too quiet.  Idk man, he was awful and I couldn’t get away bc it was a line and just ugh.  Once Papa came out and went in the little tent thing, TG started taking more.  He turned around and spotted my rosary and asked where I got it.  So I told him I made it and he did one if those hand gestures where his head explodes and just kept saying wow???  It was fucking weird, and Mike looked like he was about to just Mortal Kombat *finish him* bc he hates people like TG,  which we all do so it’s whatever.  Oh my god, then it was FINALLY MY TURN!  I pulled a baggie out of my back pocket with the guitar picks I made for the ghouls, and my heart was beating out of my chest.  I asked George if he could give them to the other guys.  Realizing that it was a rolled up baggie, and it was quite sketchy, I told him that it was guitar picks for each of the Ghouls, and asked if I could give Papa his in the tent.  He said, very unimpressed with the rolled up baggie, “sure I guess so” and I felt like an idiot.  But here’s the thing,  everybody is like just find Billy Vanilla, he’s like the Rafiki of Ghost.  So he’s clearly not a real person bc I’ve been to 4 different shows and I’ve never once seen him.  It’s some sort of elaborate scheme that some of y'all are in on 😂 but whatever, keep the lie alive.  

Anyway, it’s finally out turn to go in and I’m just trying not to throw up.  It was much more intimidating with Papa in his papal robes and not that stupid suit.  I shook his hand for what seemed like an uncomfortable about of time, but like his black leather gloves are just everything and I didn’t want to let go.  Now y'all know I have a thing for those gloves and it was fucking unreal to touch them irl😵 Then I finally gave him the guitar pick.  I told him I made it and 5 matching ones with corresponding symbols.  So I looked around and realized how dark it was and said “ugh, it’s probably too fucking dark to see it in here though”…so he grabbed it and then sort of held it up and shook his head, then he leaned down to look at it in the purple spot light thing and said “rats” and that’s when I almost died because he’s fucking cute and so adorably dorky.  So if it weren’t for Mike I would have just stood there for the photo.  I was super frozen and had no idea what to do.  Mike then said to Papa “we were wondering if you could bless our baby and he put his hand on my belly and Papa’s eyes lit up and his voice changed from his hokey accent to a more genuine tone and said “of course, congratulations”.  It was so incredible,  I mean he was so genuine and he said congratulations like 9 times.  HE PUT HIS HAND ON MY BELLY and we took the photos.  I almost lost my mind, I mean… Papa’s black, leather gloved hand was touching my belly and I just 😱😱😱 

So the did the two photos and asked if we wanted two more since there were to two of us, and we said no these are fine.  Papa shook our hands again and when he shook mine I did the thing where I out my other hand on top of his and he looked me in the eyes and said in his real voice congratulations again, and then he said “this is fantastic”.  I started to tear up, but I kept my shit together 🙃 

After that we watched the show and it was amazing.  I was one of the only people in my section standing up for their set, and I was sort of bummed bc it wasn’t as fun as it usually is surrounded by people having as much fun as you are.  Anyway, Fire and Air both pointed at me at a few different parts.  It was pretty cool. My crush on Fire intensified the second the show started.  He’s fucking wild y'all.  He’s so fun to watch.  Him and the other two of the trinity have such a connection and stage presence.  They are so good!  It was so amazing and ended far too soon. When the show was over they were bowing and waving bye, Fire kept pointing to this one guy in the audience and doing the smoking a joint gesture at the dude, and then the dude realized he was the guy, Fire did a big cheesey 👍👍 which was adorable, and then I said “have mercy” 100% out loud and I blame @infernalghuleh for that 

Maiden was so good.  I’ve been wanting to see them since I was like 12, which is longer than some of you have been alive, so it was quite the evening.  Bruce is a fucking maniac, and he’s so fun to watch live.  We left after Fear of the Dark, which was a mutual agreement before the show.  That’s our fav song, and I just couldn’t stand anymore.  My feet were swollen and I was so tired.  Which is nuts bc prepregnancy me was never tired at a concert.  I also had to work Monday morning and it was already 11, and we had over an hour long drive home.

Mike talked the entire 1 hour and 20 minutes it took to get home about how much fun he had.  He asked how Olive was doing and I told him she was kicking and moving the entire time, especially when we met Papa and then again when Cirice was playing.  He said it was our first concert as a family and squeezed my hand, and I cried bc I’m a hormonal maniac these days.  

The next morning he texted me at work and said “Thank you so much for challenging my inhibitions and anxieties about going to stuff like that. I will never forget last night. I love you so much!” (Literally just copy & pasted that)😭😻💚

So, I wrote an essay…which is weird bc I’m usually not long winded at all 😎 

If you’ve read this far, thanks for sticking around for my Ghost story, and I hope it entertained you in one way or another 💜

Trapped With You

Castiel sighed softly to himself. He couldn’t believe that of all nights, his parents were making him look after the book shop on Christmas Eve. It was barbaric. It was blasphemous… at least in his mind.

“It’s good for business,” he mimicked his parents as he shelved the books that had just arrived a few days previous.

As much as he hated to admit it… his parents were right. Christmas Eve was good for business because they didn’t just sell books in their store. They sold electronics and electronic reading tablets. They sold things like headphones, journals, fancy pens, and they even had an assortment of DVD’s. Really, it was a one stop shop if you were heading somewhere last minute and you needed a gift. He just didn’t know why it had to be him .

“Frickin’ parents,” he grumbled. Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about being thought a weirdo. There wasn’t anyone else in the store besides him. Not that anyone would be able to hear him with the Christmas music he had blasting.

He sighed once again as he looked around the store. At the very least, it was almost time for closing and he could go home to his bed and wake up with his family in the morning. As he looked around the store for something else to do, the wind kicked up outside and he looked out, realizing how heavy the snow was falling. He frowned, thinking about calling his parents and telling them he was coming home early when suddenly the lights flickered up ahead.

Castiel’s eyes widened and his eyes went to the front door. “No, no,” he muttered, nearly tripping on his feet to get to the door but he was already too late as the lights went out, leaving him in the dark. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he said as he tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Ugh, Dad!”

A few years back, when they had had the security system in the shop put in, one night someone had broken in by cutting the power and they’d been robbed. So his Dad had installed a fail safe that made it so the doors locked anytime the power was cut. And now, he was locked inside the store…

If you had told Dean Winchester that he would have been sitting in the bathroom of a god forsaken book store on Christmas Eve, practically drenched from head to toe– naked– and trying to dry his clothes with one of those hand dryers, he would have told you to piss off and not wish something so horrible on him. Yet there he was, running his shirt under the hand dryer.

He cursed inwardly and shook his head at his luck. The night had started off like any other. Just a hunt by himself. That’s all it was. He could handle that. His father usually let him out alone. But when his dad had sent him to what, he was sure, was one of the snowiest states in America, he hadn’t been all that thrilled. But he’d gassed up, put snow chains on Baby and off he went.

He’d just finished the case, too. He was on his way out of town when he’d slid, even with the damn snow chains and now his car was stuck in a snowbank about a mile up the road. He’d walked in the heavy snow until he’d seen the shop and decided to dry off before he asked someone to call for some kind of a tow.

Dean looked up at the locked door, hearing the Christmas songs on the other side of it and he couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. He wasn’t the biggest fan of Christmas. What with his entire life spent on the run, his brother off at Stanford, and his father telling him to ‘skip Christmas, it was never all that important.’ He would love to tell the store owner to knock it off but that would mean coming out from his spot with no dry clothes.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. He’d finished his shirt, his boxers, and his socks but his leather still wasn’t dry and neither were his jeans.

But it was that moment that everything stopped, the lights went off and the hand dryer cut out and he nearly growled. “Oh come on!” he said. He pulled on his shirt and boxers, thinking that someone had cut the lights to get him out of the bathroom and he was going to give them a piece of his mind.

Castiel heard noise from the back of the store and his eyes widened, thinking that it wasn’t just the power cutting out from the storm but someone actually trying to break in. He moved, grabbing the nearest– and thickest– book he could find in the dark, his hands fumbling a little.

He walked forward apprehensively, book at the ready to swing. He made it to the back of the store where he thought he could hear a voice. Part of him wanted to run and hide under one of the tables but the other part said he was clearly hearing things.

Or at least, he would have kept thinking that if the bathroom door didn’t open, a light coming through. Castiel shrieked, eyes closed, as he swung the book with as much force as he could manage and feeling it connect with something before it dropped to the floor with a thud.

“Ow!” Dean called out shining the light of his phone up at his attacker. “Dude, what the fuck?!”

Castiel squinted into the light, still brandishing the book. “Wh-who are you and what do you want? Why were you in my bathroom? Are you robbing me? Why don’t you have pants?!”

Dean rubbed his head, dizzy from questions and oh, the large book that his aggressor must have been holding. “Whoa!” he said, putting one hand up, the one with the phone in it. “I’m not going to rob you, okay? Look, my car went into a snowbank about a mile up the road, I walked here, I locked myself in the bathroom and I was using your hand dryer to try to dry my clothes when the power went off in there, alright? You were the only thing open.”

Castiel watched the man for a moment before he put the book down slowly, still not completely trusting this man. “The um… the power went out everywhere… the whole store,” he said, because that was all he felt like he could deal with at the moment. He didn’t even want to think about the lack of pants.

Dean looked around, noticing that the other man was right, the whole store was out. So he hadn’t been cut off, the whole store had. Perfect. He looked back up at the man, wincing as he got a twinge in his head.

Castiel winced as well, immediately feeling bad as he kneeled down, trying to get a look at his head. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to bludgeon you. I thought you were an intruder.”

Dean watched him, watched how close he was getting and now he could really see the man above him and the only thing on his mind was the word; wow. He looked into his eyes, observing as his deep blue eyes surveyed him for any injury. He had never seen a guy with eyes like that. Hell, he’d never seen a girl with eyes like that. With eyes like the ocean that were making him think poetic thoughts he’d never had before. But it wasn’t just his eyes that had caught his attention. It was–

Dean cleared his throat, trying not to think about it too much. “Uh… it’s okay. I’ve been bludgeoned with worse,” he said, wishing he hadn’t.

Castiel couldn’t help but release a small chuckle as he looked at the other man’s face that was illuminated by the light on the end of his phone. He could see beautiful green eyes and freckles underneath. He always liked freckles. “Well I don’t think I left a mark or caused any permanent damage…”

Dean gave a small smile before he looked off into the store, thinking of a way to get to his car or at least to a motel. “Hey. Look, man. I’m kinda car-less right now… do you think you could drive me to the nearest motel? I’ll even pay you.”

Castiel’s smile wavered. “Unfortunately, neither of us are going anywhere,” he sighed. “Not for a little while. You see, this is my family’s store and a few years back we got broken into, actually a few times… long story short, my Dad installed a fail safe so that if the power was cut, all windows and doors are automatically sealed shut until they are unlocked from the outside or the power turns back on and someone enters the code to the system… It was to catch whoever it was.”

At that, Dean was sure his night couldn’t get any worse. Oh yeah, it could, because he was down to his underwear and without power, this place was sure to get pretty cold. Awesome. He groaned. “So I am stuck in a bookstore, in a blizzard… half naked… Great,” he sighed as he flopped back to the carpet.

Castiel chuckled lightly at man’s dramatics. “Well… look at it this way. We could be alone?” he offered before he stuck his hand out. “My name is Castiel. What’s yours?”

Dean peeked his eye open to look back up at him before he propped himself up on his elbows. He contemplated the name for a moment. It was odd, different… he’d never heard anything like it, he was sure. “Dean,” he said, taking his hand.

((Hi! Yes, I’m being this person! But not everyone knows I’m even a writer on this site so I’m letting y’all know! This is just a snippet from the first fic in my series. It’s about Dean finding Cas, a guy with a mysterious background, way back before they even face the demon! And Cas joins them in hunting. I can’t promise it’s novel worthy but it’s not bad! And I’m legit going through starting in season one, if Cas has been… we’ll go with human, and had been with the boys the whole time. But there’s more to Cas than just a human! It’s hard to describe! Give it a chance. I promise I write a lot of fluff between the two. Here’s the link to the rest: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9820127 ))

The Long and Winding Road

note: you can also read the fic on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3261230

With the car windows rolled down, Danny was gazing out at the passing road as the wind blew through his hair. The radio was playing some old classic rock music. Danny gave out a yawn, stretching his back a bit. He raised his brow at the radio as it played another song and he glanced over to his driver.

“What the hell are we listening to?”

The older man snorted, smiling a little as he was tapping his fingers to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. He glanced over at Danny, still smiling. Danny was still frowning at him, and he snorted again.

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