Public discussion of periods is still a taboo in many parts of the world. But this week in India, everybody’s talking about the topic.
The reason: an announcement by a Mumbai media firm called Culture Machine: The company has announced that its 75 women employees could take the first day of their period as a paid day off if they experience pain or discomfort. Some reactions have been supportive — and some not.
The rationale at Culture Machine: to reduce the stigma around menstruation as well as make it easier for women to catch a break if they’re coping with period pain. Devleena Majumder, president of human resources at the company, said the new policy was formulated after a conversation she had with her team about three weeks ago, over evening coffee. The women were saying how difficult it was to commute to work by public transport on the first day of their period, but they didn’t want to use their sick leave to stay home. As the company explained in an press release, they decided that giving woman time off to “keep up with their natural biological cycle” would “empower them to be their "prime selves.”
Alex dies first, when she’s about 70 or so. It’s sudden and it’s painful and it makes Kara feel like she’ll never be able to breathe properly again. But she manages to pull herself together, for Maggie’s sake. Because the pain Kara feels, Maggie feels it, too.
Maggie’s also 70, but in perfect health, and forced to live in a house by herself. Her and Alex never had children (Kara was enough of a handful), and the small home she built with Alex has never felt bigger or more empty.
So Kara moves in, despite the fact that it’s a longer commute to work, despite the fact she still looks like she’s 35 and doesn’t really have to live with a 70 year old. But Maggie’s a young 70. She gardens and she volunteers and she’s in all sorts of clubs that her and Kara bond over. They talk about Alex constantly, the way her voice sounded, how being in her arms felt like home, how she’d probably laugh at them now and call them Grey Gardens. They miss her, but they miss her together. And sometimes, it feels like Alex is in the room, manifested in the love they feel for her.
Before Kara knows it, Maggie’s 87 and her dementia is worsening. Kara has no option but to put her in a nursing home. It takes weeks and weeks of research, but she finds a nice, quiet place where the staff are gentle and always smiling. And the staff, they love Kara. They tell her constantly how amazing she is, visiting her ‘mother’ every day for hours and hours at a time.
Slowly but surely, Maggie stops remembering Kara. She lights up whenever she sees her, but always needs to ask her name. It hurts Kara more than she ever thought it would, but she still comes back day after day.
Because whenever Kara sees her, Maggie tells stories about a woman she thinks she once knew, a woman with bright shining eyes and a smile that could save the world, a woman who was brave and funny and who loved her sister more than anything. Kara never grows tired of Maggie’s stories.
Just before her 95th birthday, Maggie takes a turn. The nurses tell Kara to prepare for the worst, that it could be days or weeks, and so Kara sits by Maggie’s side for a week and two days, not once leaving the nursing home (the nurses agreed to look the other way). She sits by Maggie’s side and she holds her hand until Maggie takes her last breaths. She doesn’t leave the room until the nurses escort her out.
And it’s only then, once Maggie’s finally gone, that Kara feels like she’s truly lost Alex. She’s lost her sister. She’s lost her best friend. She knows it’s time.
Kara goes to the DEO and informs them of a safety deposit box hidden in one of the back rooms. They retrieve it, and inside there’s a vial of liquid kryptonite, a sedative, and a will filled with instructions on what is to happen next.
She passes quietly, peacefully, on her own terms, having lived a fulfilling life. She’s laid to rest as Kara Danvers, right beside her sister, a red cape draped over her coffin, her family’s insignia on her tombstone.
And while the world mourns Supergirl, nobody mourns Kara Danvers. Because the two people who loved her the most are finally reunited with her, somewhere among the stars.
How do you go about grocery shopping if you don't have a car and live alone, also not much money besides that for groceries?
Couple of options:
Use public transportation and make a few small trips. Tie these into your commute to work to avoid extra travel.
Make one big trip and get a cab.
Suggest to your friends (with cars!) that you go shopping together. You can mooch off their ride and make the grocery experience a little less tiresome.
Check with your local library or do searches online to see if your town has any ride services. Some towns do for people in your situation who just need a lift to and from the grocery store from time to time.
WARNING: This post is looooooong. If you want a quick fix, this isn’t the story for you. If you want to dive deep into the layers of corruption where it’s all about the little things, then please read on. Also, I’m fond of lists.
This happened two years ago. I was twenty and a recent university dropout. I needed a year to empty my head, recover from imminent burnout, and make some money to help support my single mom and my younger sister (who’d just given birth with no father in the picture). I was a very insecure person at the time. I really wanted to work, but without a degree life sucks balls… until I got contacted by Mr B.
I am in need of a new podcast! I just got caught up with the Bright Sessions (love) and am floundering. I started Sawbones and like it a lot, but history says in a few days I’ll get antsy since there’s no extended storyline holding it together (see: why I haven’t finished mbmbam or cool games inc or interrobang or honestly any mcelroy podcast other than taz).
here’s what I have listened to, liked, and am caught up on, roughly in order of my love:
-the adventure zone (obvs)
-friends at the table
-the bright sessions
-alice isn’t dead
-welcome to nightvale
-within the wires
-king falls am
I like slightly weird fiction, preferably kind of funny. I’m ok with horror if it’s more unsettling than gruesome. don’t like real life violence.
Summay: A sort of domestic life with Jimin that’s a mix of fluff and smut. (warning: contains Asphyxiation and a little Dirty Talk)
Rating: M (Smut)
You pouted as you stared outside the window, it was completely white outside. You used a sweater covered palm to swipe at the thick condensation that coated your view. But it was no use, you still couldn’t see anything. No cars, no people just the faint street lights in the distance but even they seemed a bit dim and blurry compared to normal nights. You sighed quietly to yourself, already dreading all the snow you’d have to tread through on your morning commute to work the next day.
You tore yourself away from the window, watching as your boyfriend quirk an eyebrow at you. You smiled to him sheepishly, sliding down from your seat on the windowsill perch to the floor. You scooted your way closer to him, picking up the discarded papers you left all over the floor.
“You were the one who called me over to help…” he began mumbling, a cute small pout forming on his lips. “But you’re making me do all the work!” he whined throwing his arms up in exasperation before crossing them over his chest.
Rated: Explicit Word count: 2673 Summary: Being roommates for as long as they had been, they really should’ve seen this coming before now… OR she saw his, then he saw hers, then they did something about it.
Thanks to @cutiepiemish who helped beta 😊
- The Incident™
Betty was exhausted. She had just finished her fourth twelve hour shift in a row- “a story never sleeps, Elizabeth,” her mother would say- and she was so excited for her head to hit the pillow she could hardly see straight.
That’s probably why she didn’t hear the shower running when she entered her apartment, that’s probably why she didn’t notice the dirty clothes sticking out of the slightly open bathroom door, and that’s also probably why she didn’t register that her very handsome, very wet, very naked roommate was getting himself out of the shower and reaching for his towel when she barged in, until it was infinitely too late.
He screamed. She screamed. Neither of them moved. He was frozen in all his toned, lithe glory, completely exposed before her and she was equally frozen staring, embarrassed while simultaneously sending thanks to whatever gods happened to be on her side.
After several moments spent suspended in time, Betty broke the silence. “JUGGIE! Oh my god, I am so so so so so so sorry!”
It was as if her words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He scrambled for his towel to cover himself in order to preserve whatever modesty he still had. She tried to cover her eyes and step out of the steamy room to give him the illusion of privacy.
“It’s okay, Betts,” he assured her. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me almost naked before anyway, right?”
“Haha, yeah.” Except she hadn’t almost seen him naked. You’d think so, because they’ve lived together for the duration of most of their adult lives, but she had done very well at giving him the space she knew a twenty-something guy would want. She was his roommate, not his girlfriend.
The closest to naked she’d seen before that night was probably him sans shirt after a hard day of work with Archie and his father at the construction company. She’d never even seen him in his boxer briefs and absolutely never without his beanie.
“Okay, so I’m just gonna… go to my… room now. Okay?” He said, awkwardly trying to shuffle past her.
“Um, yeah. I’m just gonna… go to bed.” She forwent any bathroom usage and buried herself in her pillows, embarrassment and all.
She tried so hard to pretend that night never happened. Really, she did. Except she had always found Jughead attractive and after you see a body like his with a face like his and hair like his, it’s really hard to pretend you didn’t see a thing. So she avoided him the next day, and the day following that, until she was finally able to meet with Veronica.
“V!” Betty whined, shoving her face into a pillow, willing it to smother her shame. When that didn’t work she continued: “What do I do now? I mean, we’ve been roommates forever! You and Archie have known us forever! Did I just disrupt the dynamic of the Core Four? WHAT DO I DO?!”
Veronica struggled to hold in her laughter. Leave it to Betty Cooper to feel guilty about seeing a gorgeous man in all his glory, as if Jughead would mind. He’s only loved her for forever. “Uh, B? First thing’s first; get a hold of yourself. Secondly, you are aware that to Jug you may as well have hung the sun in the sky, right? He’s in love with you, sweetie.”
Betty rolled her eyes at Veronica’s suggestion. Seriously, she and Jughead had lived together for almost six years. If he showed any interest in her the way she had in him, surely he would have said something by now. Veronica continued despite Betty’s stubborn denial. “You should give him a peek, B. It’s only fair.”
“What.” Betty replied using a statement rather than a question. She could hardly believe Veronica would suggest such a thing. “How in the hell would you suggest I give him a ‘peek’ exactly?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Use your imagination. You don’t even need to tell him if you aren’t comfortable with it.” She paused, tapping a well-manicured fingernail against her chin. “Oh! I got it! Sometime when you know he’s home, run out of your bedroom in your lacy cheeky lingerie set. You know the one. When he sees you, pretend you didn’t think he was home and voila! Everyone is even and the two of you can bang and get it out of your system. Or marry him. Whichever”
Betty laughed. Whether Veronica was joking or not (Betty had a feeling she was not), she thought that her idea might actually work. It would, at the very least, help Betty feel less guilty.
The two women spent the rest of the afternoon discussing mundane topics while simply enjoying one another’s company before Veronica left for her and Archie’s apartment. “See you soon, B. And if you follow through, you better provide me with all the deets!” She spun with a flourish and took off towards the elevator down the hall.
That night Betty dreamt of smooth skin glistening with slick moisture sliding over her own warm, bare body, fingers exploring uncharted territory and tongues warring with one another through deep, intoxicating kisses. It was a really great dream and she most definitely did not want to wake up.
Betty, wearing her finest lacy lingerie set- light blue cheeky panties with a matching bra and garter- checked herself over in her floor-length mirror. Her bedroom door was closed and the rest of the apartment empty for the time being, though Jughead was due home any minute. She had a plan. She would hear him come in, put her earbuds in her ears, and strut her stuff “accidentally” in front of her roommate, feigning ignorance to the fact that he would be home at all.
She turned so that her butt was facing the mirror. Did she look alright? Would he think she was attractive? A very big part of her hoped so.
She finally heard the apartment door open then close again. She took a deep, centering breath and put the earbuds in their designated positions before turning on her playlist and heading out of her room.
She was disappointed, however, to find that he was nowhere to be seen. She could’ve sworn she heard the door though. She walked through their apartment and yanked her earbuds from her ears. “Juggie?” No answer. His bedroom door was closed, though, indicating he had probably gone straight there. Still avoiding the awkwardness, no doubt.
Well, Betty couldn’t exactly just barge into his room unannounced and nearly nude, could she? No. She went back to her room and threw some leggings on with a comfortable tee and ventured to the kitchen to dig up some lunch.
As she was standing at the stove watching her burgers sizzle, she heard Jughead’s door open. “Whatcha makin’, Betts?” He asked, leaning over her shoulder to get a better look.
“Your favorite, Jug. Grab some plates?” If this was the most normal they had been in several days, she would take it without complaint, despite her plan not having worked the way she would have liked.
She flipped the burgers and checked on the fries which were finishing up in the air fryer as Jughead brought two plates over. They worked together to finish their lunch, then sat down to enjoy.
After their lunch that day, everything seemed to be back to normal, except Betty found Jughead wore less clothing and more confidence around her. She both loved and hated this new version of him.
He was pretty much constantly in shorts if not his boxer briefs alone. No shirt. No beanie. His body wasn’t incredibly built, but more defined and toned with hidden hills and valleys of muscle. He had the body of someone who was much stronger than they appeared.
Betty really liked it.
But for the length of their friendship and their roommate status, he’s been boxed up in Betty’s mind as Jughead: Friend and Roommate and Totally Off Limits. This new Jughead made fitting into that box in Betty’s mind incredibly difficult.
She tried her hardest to ignore that feeling deep in her belly that suggested she needed a new box for him.
Betty was late as hell. She had a 20 minute commute to work and less than ten minutes before she was due to start. She was floundering around trying to find a damn shirt when she looked at the clock. She was so fired after today.
“FUCK!” She yelled as she started digging deeper… nothing she picked up looked as though it would fit or look right and she was about to break down and cry.
“Betty?” Jughead asked as he opened her door. “Are you… Naked! Oh god you’re naked fuck Betts I’m so sorry…” he was staring. Not covering his eyes. Apologizing, yeah, but made no move to correct his error before Betty grabbed the nearest thing she could find to cover herself. His eyes darkened.
“Hi, Jug,” she said, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and something… else. Satisfaction, perhaps, that her plan was carried out after all despite it coming into fruition in a completely unexpected and inconvenient way.
“Call off work, Betty.” He told her. It wasn’t a request but rather a very serious demand.
“Why?” She asked, noticing but trying her best to ignore the sultry look in his eye.
“Just… Do it. Please.” And with that, he turned and headed for his own room.
He was only gone a few moments before returning to her bedroom just as she was hanging up her phone. She, much to his dismay, had thrown a baggy shirt over herself in his absence.
“Did they take it well?” He asked her, the dark features of his face still taking in the parts of her that remained exposed.
“They said I deserved a day after all the extra hours I’ve put in. I’m off the hook.”
“Excellent,” he muttered as he strode toward her bed. “May I sit?”
She shifted to make room for him. In doing so, the hem of her shirt reached a dangerous position, nearly baring her to his hungry gaze. She could have sworn she heard him whimper, though he would deny it she was sure.
“So… That happened.” She laced her fingers together and placed her hands in her lap willing her forced, awkward smile to get the hell off her face.
“That it did. So. You saw mine and I saw yours.”
“Yep,” she replied, her lips audibly popping at the end of the word.
“And what should we do about that, Betty?” He asked, clearly suggesting he already had an idea of what he’d like to do. She blushed from her chest to her forehead. He tossed a devastatingly handsome smirk in her direction.
“Listen, Juggie. We’ve been roommates forever and more importantly friends. Whatever happens here today, let’s not forget that, okay?” Ever the voice of reason, Betty needed to say it.
Jughead nodded and she pounced.
She brought her hands to either side of his face and brought her lips to his in a bruising kiss, which he eagerly returned. His hands found her waist with ease as he pulled her onto him so that she straddled his lap, allowing their bodies easier access to one another.
“You know, you’re really sexy under all those layers, Juggie,” Betty said between breaths.
He let out a small chuckle. “Your body is incredible, Betts. Incredible.” His mouth connected with hers again, tongues tasting one another, before he added, “Your legs go on for days.”
Her mouth moved from his over to his jawline where she nipped, eliciting a growl from his chest which she was very eager to hear again. Her lips traveled from his jaw to his ear, down to the thick tendon in his neck.
His hands roamed her body as she tasted his skin. He filed away the hills and valleys of her form over her clothing before he grabbed the hem of her shirt and silently requested permission by tugging at it.
Betty nodded, permission granted.
She broke away from the spot she had been lavishing on his collarbone so that he could remove the only thing separating his hungry gaze from all of her. He tossed the offending article to the ground before bringing his hands to her breasts with a soft groan of appreciation.
“Betts, you’re perfect.” He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples while finding the other with his thumb. She rolled her hips over him in response.
“Are we really doing this, Jug?”
“Fuck, yes, Betty Cooper. Absolutely.”
“Excellent,” she replied before shoving herself off his lap. She kneeled beside him and encouraged him to help her remove his boxers. As he did so, she wasted no time feeling his impressive length. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw you,” she said.
“Do wha-” Before he could finish his question, her mouth had descended. He uttered wordless praise and wound his fingers into her golden locks as she worked him with both her mouth and hand until he could hardly stand it.
He gently, and reluctantly, pulled her off him before he could finish. “Your turn,” he whispered urging her to lay before him.
He nudged her legs open. Starting at her feet, he softly drug his fingertips up her legs, approaching her inner thighs but he completely bypassed where she wanted him the most. He could see her desire, yet he couldn’t resist teasing.
He brought his mouth to her breast where he nibbled and kissed her nubs until she was practically panting his name, begging for his touch.
“What do you want, Elizabeth?”
“Your mouth, your fingers, your dick… just you. All of you. Please.”
He smiled before dropping his fingertips to her center. She was so wet, he had to taste her. Once his head was nestled between her legs, her fingers found his unruly black strands where she held on for the ride.
His tongue danced around her sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped in and out of her, quickly unraveling her to a shaking mess. “Juggie, I’m so close,” she sighed. He quickened his pace until he felt her come undone. He slowly worked her through it before bringing his lips up to hers where he allowed her to taste herself.
Before she had a chance to say or do anything, Jughead had already procured the condom he must have brought from his bedroom and stashed somewhere in the bed and was rolling it onto himself. He lined up with her entrance and paused.
“Are you sure?” He asked
“Just do it, please! No more teas-ah!”
He thrust into her causing her words to get caught in her throat. He allowed her to adjust to his size for a moment before slowly pulling almost all the way out. Again he paused and after a moment pushed back in. Both Betty and Jughead became lost in the pleasure of it along with one another.
Through it all, their lips kept finding each other and hushed whispers were passed between the two of them. Why did we wait so long, you feel amazing, Juggie, please don’t ever stop, and I think I might love you along with I think I might love you too.
She shattered first, her inner walls fluttering around him causing him to tumble after, coming with her name on his lips.
“That was… wow.” Betty said.
“You bet it was,” Jughead replied as he laid back down beside her.
They sat in comfortable silence for several moments before he asked, “So where does this leave us, Betts?”
Her face lit up with a dazzling smile. “Well Forsythe, as long as you never call me Elizabeth again, you’re never getting rid of me.”
He smiled that kind of smile reserved for the best moments in life before wrapping himself around her. “You got it, Betts.”
“Our familiars seem really into each other huh you wanna go grab a coffee?”
“We’re in the same practice space and you are terrible at magic and you keep hurling stuff at my face STOP IT.”
“We are neighbors and you are terrible at magic and keep making noise and hurling stuff at my house/apartment walls STOP IT.”
“I do magic tattoos and you want something illegal. Like really illegal.”
“You’re a street artist who uses magic in their art and I see your work everyday on my commute.”
“You drag me to an underground meeting of mages plotting to overthrow non-mages. Little do you know I’m a non-mage.”
“You drag me to an underground meeting of non-mages plotting to overthrow mages. Little do you know I’m a mage.”
“I’m in the science camp of mages who believe that everything can be boiled down to equations and formulas. You’re in the natural camp of mages who believe that magic comes from feeling, spirituality, passion, and other non-quantifiables. Something happens that prove us both wrong in some way.”
“My regular dealer of spell ingredients got raided the other day. Now I need a new source.”
“I have some disorder that makes magic emerge from me differently than others. Or at least, the doctors call it a disorder.”
“Wow, who cursed me in Klingon, can’t be that nerdy kid next door who bragged to me about his working phaser last year.“ *side-eye*
“My magical cosplay is better than your magical cosplay.”
“I’m the first non-mage in my family in generations and nobody understand how or why and it’s really awkward.”
“So this spell went wrong and my body disappeared into the aether and I’m now a disembodied voice please help.”
“So I summoned a demon, but it never appeared. Clearly didn’t work. So why are my dishes washed and my clothes put away and my doors opening when I’m about to walk through them?”
“I made a golem to mind my kid while I’m at work, but I think it’s doing more than I’m expecting. Do golems throw raves?”
“I’m a burglar who uses magic to do what I do, but then I try to break into your house and find out you’re a way more powerful mage than I am and I am screwed. Or am I?”
“Note to self: do not try to con a former mage-master.”
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Hi, guys! So I realized between the last #Study Saturdays post and this one that the task of making a study schedule would be made a lot easier if you first had a study routine. So this week I will explain how to make a study routine. Next week will be about study schedules.
Also, I am defining the two a bit differently. Study routine is more fixed and study schedule is both more detailed and depends upon your work for that week.
(P.S. I didn’t go to public school – I was homeschooled – so I’m not very knowledgeable at how to study for that. This post is based on my experience at college.)
There’s so many different methods to do this. I will explain two of those ways.
The first step to creating any study schedule is having a place to write it down. I recommend working everything out on paper first and, if you prefer digital calendars, to then transfer it to Google Calendars or whatever electronic calendar you use. (The great thing about Google Calendars is that you would be able to make a separate calendar for your studying that’s apart from your personal calendar.)
If you prefer written, then there’s some great free printables made by Tumblr users for the express purpose of making a study schedule. My personal favorite is this one by @theorganisedstudent, or you could browse through my #free stuff tag, because I have a thing for printables LOL.
The second thing is to write down the times. My day usually runs from 7am to 11pm right now, so for every hour I am awake I make a slot for. (However, using printables means you have a limited amount of time slots, so you have to find a way around this. I ended up not including the times of day when I had classes and went by an hourly basis. If you could go by every 30 minutes, that would be great too!)
I started by blocking in all of the permanent fixtures in my week – things like class times, work, extra circulars, commute times, and sleep (I go to sleep a lot earlier on the weekdays than on the weekends). These are events that happen regularly every week and will most likely not change.
Now here’s where we split into different methods.
Method 1 is the looser and more flexible one. It’s great if you have teachers that like to change due dates and suddenly announce homework not mentioned in the syllabus (grr).
There’s three types of “sessions” we’re going to be working with in Method 1:
Study sessions: The title is pretty self-explanatory.
Fun sessions: These sessions are so you can have set times where you just enjoy yourself and don’t get over-stressed by school.
Responsibility sessions: These are for chores, running errands, and just general “getting stuff done.”
Each session’s time will be more or less depending upon what your life is like. For example, although I am currently working right now, during the fall and spring semesters I am a full-time student, so I will be able to devote the bulk of my energy to school. But if you have a job, you probably won’t be able to spend 6 hours a day studying.
Look at the free, unblocked time you have every day and add up how many hours that is. Now it’s time for the math-y part.
Here’s how I calculate how long each session should be:
Study sessions: They say for every one hour you spend in class, you should spend two hours studying. I will be taking 18 hours, so I multiplied that by 2 and then divided it by 7 (for every day of the week). I roughly estimate I should be doing about 5 hours of studying a day then. (EW.) These should then be divided into 2-3 hours long each. (And note that doesn’t mean you should be studying 2 hours straight. I recommend either using the Pomodoro technique or studying for 50 minutes, taking a 10-15 minute break, and then repeating.)
Fun sessions: This is pretty fixed. You need to about 6 hours every week just to relax and chill. You can divide this up however you want and place these 6 hours anywhere you choose. I like to have 30 minutes every evening to just pamper myself and then the remaining 3 ½ hours I spend with my best friends on Sunday.
Responsibility sessions: I don’t have a lot of adulting I have to do right now (thank goodness), so this takes me about 1-3 hours a week to get all my errands run, my space tidied, and my chores done. I usually reserve these tasks for Saturday.
Now that you have roughly the blocks, it’s time to place them into your schedule. There’s really no other trick for this than to work and rework it until it suits you. Be realistic, but don’t overwork yourself. Try to leave one day a week (I choose Sundays) where you have a significantly lighter workload, and use this day to recharge.
Notice that within your studying blocks, you don’t have to decide what subject you will be focusing on. If you don’t feel like working on X right now, you don’t have to – you can work on Y. It’s for this method that a study schedule (which will be discussed next Saturday) is most useful.
The first step to Method 2, which is a bit more rigid (and which I personally work better with, since I like structure) is to take a look at your subjects and rank in levels of difficulty: easy, medium, and hard. Factor in whether a subject requires a lot of reading or is a struggle to understand or takes practice (like math). @thaniastudies has a great method for ranking classes here.
Hard classes get 2 hours per day of studying.
Medium classes get 1 hour per day of studying.
Easy classes get 30 minutes per day of studying.
Then block in your schedule. This is really up to you LOL, customize it as you want. Because this method says what you should be studying, it’s requires more discipline, but if you ever have those moments when you look at your workload and don’t know where to start, this should help conquer that feeling.
This took so effing long to write. 😂😂 Hope it was helpful thougggghhhh and next week is Study Schedule. Have a lovely week, y’all!