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Disabilities & Neurodivergencies & Mental Health & Trauma In Anishinaabemowin / ᐊᓂᐦᔑᓈᐯᒧᐎᓐ

self care — bami’idizowin / ᐸᒦᑎᓱᐎᓐ

gets mental health counselling — wiiji’aaganiwi ji-mino-ayaad odinendamowing inakeya’ii / ᐐᒋᐋᑲᓂᐎ ᒋᒥᓄᐊᔮ ᐅᑎᓀᓐᑕᒧᐎᓐ ᐃᓇᑫᔭᐄ

widow — zhiigaawe / ᔒᑳᐌ

widower — zhiigaawinini(wag) / ᔒᑳᐎᓂᓂ(ᐗ)

gets family therapy — waawiiji’aaganiwi ji-mino-wiijiiwaad imaa endaad odinawemaagana’ / ᐙᐐᒋᐋᑲᓂᐎ ᒋᒥᓄᐐᒌᐙd ᐃᒫ ᐁᓐᑖd ᐅᑎᓇᐌᒫᑲᓇ

has marriage problems — gaawiin o-mino-wiijiiwaasiin owiidigemaaganan / ᑳᐐᓐ ᐅᒥᓄᐐᒌᐙᓰᓐ ᐅᐐᑎᑫᒫᑲᓇᓐ

Appease him/her ; apologize to him/her / make amends with him/her - gaagiizom

abuses him/her — odawakaanaan — ᐅᑕᐗᑳᓈᓐ

neglects him/her — gaawiin obabiziskenimaasiin — ᑳᐐᓐ ᐅᐸᐱᓯᔅᑫᓂᒫᓰᓐ

commits child abuse — gagwaadagi’aawaso — ᑲᐙᑕᑭᐋᐗᓱ

incest — besho odinawemaaganan noojigo gaa-doodawaad — ᐯᔓ ᐅᑎᓇᐌᒫᑲᓇᓐ ᓅᒋᑯ ᑳ-ᑑᑕᐙ

is toxic — bichiboowishkaagemagan / ᐱᒋᐴᐎᔥᑳᑫᒪᑲᓐ

suffers — gagiiwine / ᑲᑮᐎᓀ

is raped — gwaashkonotawaa(ganiwi) / ᐙᔥᑯᓄᑕᐙ(ᑲᓂᐎ)

birth control — boonoonzhe-mashkiki — ᐴᓅᓐᔐᒪᔥᑭᑭ

has an abortion — ozhigo’oonzhe’idizo / ᐅᔑᑰᐅᓐᔐ’ᐃᑎᓱ

mental health — inendamowin izhi-mino’ayaawin / ᐃᓀᓐᑕᒧᐎᓐ ᐃᔑ ᒥᓄᐊᔮᐎᓐ

trauma — gichi-wiisagishin / ᑭᒋ ᐐᓴᑭᔑᓐ

is autistic — gaa-ayeshaawaadendazig abinoojii[zh] / ᑳᐊᔦᔖᐙᑌᓐᑕᓯ ᐊᐱᓅᒌ

has ADHD — gaa-ojaanimizid bizhishi / ᑳᐅᒑᓂᒥᓯ ᐱᔑᔑ

has OCD — gaawiin eminwendazig ji-goskwaa-waaji’ayaad — ᑳᐐᓐ ᐁᒥᓉᓐᑕᓯ ᒋᑯᔅᒀᐙᒋᐊᔮ

has PTSD — gegoon gaa-izhi-ayaad gii-ishkwaa-gichi-izhinang awiya, gichi-ozazaamendamose / ᑫᑰᓐ ᑳᐃᔑᐊᔮ ᑮᐃᔥᒀᑭᒌᔑᓇᓐ ᐊᐎᔭ, ᑭᒋᐅᓴᓵᒣᓐᑕᒧᓭ

has a tic — jiibise / ᒌᐱᓭ

has sleeping problems — opaaweshkaa gii-dibikaninig / ᐅᐹᐌᔥᑳ ᑮᑎᐱᑲᓂᓂ

has insomnia — opaaweshkaa — ᐅᐹᐌᔥᑳ

has lactose intolerance — joojooshaabo oboopoogijishkaagon — ᒎᒎᔖᐳ ᐅᐴᐴᑭᒋᔥᑳᑯᓐ

is lethargic — gaawiin zaabitoosii — ᑳᐐᓐ ᓵᐱᑑᓰ

is cold — giikaji — ᑮᑲᒋ

has the common cold — agigokaa — ᐊᑭᑯᑳ

with cold shivers — niningaji — ᓂᓂᓐᑲᒋ

has a cold sweat — dakabwezo — ᑕᑲbᐌᓱ

has SAD — bibooni-ziibiskaadendamowaapine / ᐱᐴᓂᓰᐱᔅᑳᑌᓐᑕᒧᐙᐱᓀ

has anxiety and nervousness — ojaanimendamowin / ᐅᒑᓂᒣᓐᑕᒧᐎᓐ

is experiencing anxiety — ojaanimendam / ᐅᒑᓂᒣᓐᑕᒻ

is depressed — maanendamowaapine / ᒫᓀᓐᑕᒧᐙᐱᓀ

has CFS / Chronic Fatigue Syndrome — gaagige-ayekozi / ᑳᑭᑫᐊᔦᑯᓯ

Tourette's Syndrome — wiinigiizhweshkaawaapine / ᐐᓂᑮzᐦᐌᔥᑳᐙᐱᓀ

has Tuberculosis (TB) — miniiwaapine / ᒥᓃᐙᐱᓀ

psychotic — giiwashkweyaadizi / ᑮᐗᔥᑴᔮᑎᓯ

is schizophrenic — giiwashkwe(yaadizi) / ᑮᐗᔥᑴ(ᔮᑎᓯ)

apathy (suppression of emotions) — boonendam — ᐴᓀᓐᑕᒻ

is suicidal — wii-nisidizo

/ ᐐᓂᓯᑎᓱ

suicide — nisidizowin / ᓂᓯᑎᓱᐎᓐ

cannabis — mashkiki / ᒪᔥᑭᑭ

weed (slang) — mishkoohns / ᒥᔥᑰᐦᓐᔅ

THC — noojmiwin waabo oshmey — ᓅjᒥᐎᓐ ᐙᐳ ᐅᔥᒣᔾ

CBD — noojmiwin waabo — ᓅjᒥᐎᓐ ᐙᐳ

marijuana — giiwashkwenoozowin

— ᑮᐗᔥᑴᓅᓱᐎᓐ

narcotics — biinisi-mashkiki(wan) — ᐲᓂᓯᒪᔥᑭᑭ(ᐗᓐ)

cocaine — biinisaakizige-mashkiki — ᐲᓂᓵᑭᓯᑫᒪᔥᑭᑭ

has drug abuse and addiction — biinisi-mashkikiwaapine — ᐲᓂᓯᒪᔥᑭᑭᐙᐱᓀ

is addicted — omamaanjigonigon — ᐅᒪᒫᓐᒋᑯᓂᑯᓐ

is addicted to alcohol — minikwewin omamaanjigonigon — ᒥᓂᑴᐎᓐ ᐅᒪᒫᓐᒋᑯᓂᑯᓐ

has bulimia nervosa — gawaskade’idizo — ᑲᐗᔅᑲᑌᐃᑎᓱ

anorexia — gawasake’idizowaapine — ᑲᐗᓴᑫᐃᑎᓱᐙᐱᓀ

has alzheimer's disease — gichi-ayaawaapine / ᑭᒋᐊᔮᐙᐱᓀ

has arthritis — okanaapine — ᐅᑲᓈᐱᓀ

aplastic anemia — majaagamiskwe / ᒪᒑᑲᒥᔅᑴ

anemia / has iron-deficiency — omiskwiim gaawiin de-onishizhinzinoon, ozhookanzhii / ᐅᒥᔅᑸᒻ ᑳᐐᓐ ᑌᐅᓂᔑᔑᓐᓯᓅᓐ, ᐅᔔᑲᓐᔒ

has a chronic illness — gaagige-aakozi — ᑳᑭᑫᐋᑯᓯ

has down syndrome — gii-wanigi jibwaa-nitaawigid — ᑮᐗᓂᑭ ᒋbᐙᓂᑖᐎᑭ

has dwarfism — gaawiin biijinigisii — ᑳᐐᓐ ᐲᒋᓂᑭᓰ

has dyspraxia — gaawiin gwayak bimosesii gaawiin aaniish gwayak izhinamosii / ᑳᐐᓐ ᐗᔭᒃ ᐱᒧᓭᓰ ᑳᐐᓐ ᐋᓃᔥ ᐗᔭᒃ ᐃᔑᓇᒧᓰ

has claustrophobia — oke-gashkendamendam — ᐅᑫᑲᔥᑫᓐᑕᒣᓐᑕᒻ

is claustrophobic — gashkendamendam — ᑲᔥᑫᓐᑕᒣᓐᑕᒻ

is deaf — gagiibite — ᑲᑮᐱᑌ

is dehydrated — bakaabaawe — ᐸᑳᐹᐌ

has dementia — giiwashkwe’endam — ᑮᐗᔥᑴᐁᓐᑕᒻ

is in denial — gaawiin debweyendamidizosii ji-aakozid — ᑳᐐᓐ ᑌbᐌᔦᓐᑕᒥᑎᓱᓰ ᒋᐋᑯᓯ

lesbian — wiijikwewan gaa-misawenimaad — ᐐᒋᑴᐗᓐ ᑳ-ᒥᓴᐌᓂᒫ

is experiencing hysteria — zegizi — ᓭᑭᓯ

carefully — weweni / ᐌᐌᓂ

is on life support — zakaabiikishin ji-miinaaganiwid ge-bimaaji’igod megwaa gashkitoosig ji-wiisinid ji-bagidanaamod — ᓴᑳᐲᑭᔑᓐ ᒋᒦᓈᑲᓂᐎ ᑫᐱᒫᒋ’ᐃᑯ ᒣᐙ ᑲᔥᑭᑑᓯ ᒋᐐᓯᓂ ᒋᐸᑭᑕᓈᒧ

is hypochondriac — aakozi inenindizo bizhishig — ᐋᑯᓯ ᐃᓀᓂᓐᑎᓱ ᐱᔑᔑ

has frostbite — mashkawaakoji — ᒪᔥᑲᐙᑯᒋ

has hypothermia — gawaji — ᑲᐗᒋ

is hyperactive — ojaanimizi — ᐅᒑᓂᒥᓯ

is dizzy — giiwashkweyaabandam(aa) — ᑮᐗᔥᑴᔮᐸᓐᑕᒻ(ᐋ)

is drowsy — noondengoshi —ᓅᓐᑌᓐᑯᔑ

is fatigued/tired — ayekozi — ᐊᔦᑯᓯ

is nauseated — zhashigagowemanji’o — ᔕᔑᑲᑯᐌᒪᓐᒋ’ᐅ

is nervous — nanichii ojaanimendam — ᓇᓂᒌ ᐅᒑᓂᒣᓐᑕᒻ

is numb — biinisamanji’o — ᐲᓂᓴᒪᓐᒋᐅ

is in pain — moonzho’o / ᒨᓐᔓ'ᐅ

is sad — maanendam / ᒫᓀᓐᑕᒻ

is sleepy — gawingoshi / ᑲᐎᓐᑯᔑ

is thirsty — wii-minikwe / ᐐᒥᓂᑴ

with a meal — megwaa-wiisining / ᒣᐙᐐᓯᓂᓐ

with water — nibi ji-dagondaman / ᓂᐱ ᒋᑕᑯᓐᑕᒪᓐ

is wet — dipaabaawe — ᑎᐹᐹᐌ

is warm — giizhoozi / ᑮᔔᓯ

is weak — niinamizi / ᓃᓇᒥᓯ

“How are you feeling today?” — Aaniin enamanji’oyan noongom? — ᐋᓃᓐ ᐁᓇᒪᓐᒋ’ᐅᔭᓐ ᓅᓐᑯᒻ?

“I am sad.” — Ni-maanendam — ᓂ-ᒫᓀᓐᑕᒻ

Nin-zhagadendam - I am homesick — ᓂᓐ-ᔕᑲᑌᓐᑕᒻ

Ni-mamiidaawendam - “I am struggling with my emotions.” — ᓂ-ᒪᒦᑖᐌᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Nin-giikaj - I am cold — ᓂᓐ-ᑮᑲ᙮

Nin-dipaabaawe - I am soaked — ᓂᓐ-ᑎᐹᐹᐌ᙮

Nin-gagwaanisagendam - I am horrified — ᓂᓐ-ᑲᐙᓂᓴᑫᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Nin-daatagaadendam - I am overwhelmed — ᓂᓐ-ᑖᑕᑳᑌᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Nin-gwenawi-inendam - I am nervous — ᓂᓐ-ᐌ��ᐎ-ᐃᓀᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Nind-ayekoz - I am tired — ᓂᓐ-ᐊᔦᑯ᙮

Nind-aakoz - I am sick — ᓂᓐ-ᐋᑯ᙮

Nind-oondamiz - I am busy — ᓂᓐ-ᐆᓐᑕᒥ᙮

Ni-babaamendam - I am worried, preoccupied / ᓂ-ᐸᐹᒣᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Ni-biigiskaadendam - I am depressed / ᓂ-ᐲᑭᔅᑳᑌᓐᑕᒻ᙮

Nin-gotaaj - I am afraid / ᓂᓐ-ᑯᑖ᙮

Gaawiin nimino-ayaasiin: I am not fine / ᑳᐐᓐ ᓂᒥᓄ-ᐊᔮᓰᓐ᙮

Nimbigoshkaa: I am broken / ᓂᒻᐱᑯᔥᑳ᙮

I’m alone - Nnazhikewiz / ᓐᓇᔑᑫᐎ᙮

“I'm here.” — Ndayaa maa / ᓐᑕᔮ ᒫ᙮

has a hangover — maanaakizige — ᒫᓈᑭᓯᑫ᙮

has a headache — dewikwe — ᑌᐎᑴ᙮

has eczema — zaagibiigishkaa — ᓵᑭᐲᑭᔥᑳ᙮

has epilepsy — ojibinigowaapine — ᐅᒋᐱᓂᑯᐙᐱᓀ᙮

has a panic disorder — gichi-zegizi / ᑭᒋ-ᓭᑭᓯ᙮

has a phobia — gegoon ogagwaanisagendaan — ᑫᑰᓐ ᐅᑲᐙᓂᓴᑫᓐᑖᓐ᙮

has HIV/AIDS — maawach gaa-zanaganinik majaapi-ne — ᒫᐗᒡᐦ ᑳ-ᓴᓇᑲᓂᓂᒃ ᒪᒑᐱ-ᓀ᙮

is homophobic — ogosaan ininiwan wiiji-ininiwa’ gaa-misawenimaamid — ᐅᑯᓵᓐ ᐃᓂᓂᐗᓐ ᐐᒋ-ᐃᓂᓂᐗ’ ᑳ-ᒥᓴᐌᓂᒫᒥ᙮

psychiatrist — otigwaani-mashkikiiwinini(wag) / ᐅᑎᐙᓂ-ᒪᔥᑭᑮᐎᓂᓂ(ᐗ)

psychologist — otigwaani-mashkikiiwinini gaamaamiinomiwed / ᐅᑎᐙᓂ-ᒪᔥᑭᑮᐎᓂᓂ ᑳᒫᒦᓄᒥᐌ

therapist — gaa-wiiji’ iwed ji-minomanji’ong / ᑳ-ᐐᒋ’ ᐃᐌ ᒋ-ᒥᓄᒪᓐᒋ’ᐅᓐ

diagnosis — gaa-wiinjigaadeg aaniin enaapined — ᑳ-ᐐᓐᒋᑳᑌ ᐋᓃᓐ ᐁᓈᐱᓀ

medical history — gaa-gii-bi-inaapineyin — ᑳ-ᑮ-ᐱ-ᐃᓈᐱᓀᔨᓐ

He/she is fasting — makadeke / ᒪᑲᑌᑫ

He/she is having a feast — wiikonge / ᐐᑯᓐᑫ

He/she is praying — anami'aa / ᐊᓇᒥᐋ

He/she is smudging — nookwezige / ᓅᑴᓯᑫ

He/she is in a sweat ceremony — madoodoo / ᒪᑑᑑ

Aapiji go gizhawenimininim. - I love you all very much. / ᐋᐱᒋ ᑯ ᑭᔕᐌᓂᒥᓂᓂᒻ

Aapiji go gigwiinawenimin. - I miss you very much. / ᐋᐱᒋ ᑯ ᑭgᐐᓇᐌᓂᒥᓐ᙮

Gigwiinawenimininim. - I miss you all. / ᑭᐐᓇᐌᓂᒥᓂᓂᒻ᙮

Apiitendaagwad gide'. - Your heart is important. / ᐊᐲᑌᓐᑖᐗ ᑭᑌ'᙮

Apiitendaagwad gibimaadiziwin. - Your life is important. / ᐲᑌᓐᑖᐗ ᑭᐱᒫᑎᓯᐎᓐ᙮

Apiitendaagozi gijichaag. - Your spirit is important. / ᐊᐲᑌᓐᑖᑯᓯ ᑭᒋᒑ᙮

Anwebidaa noongom. - Let's rest today. / ᐊᓉᐱᑖ ᓅᓐᑯᒻ᙮

Apane go giga-kwiinawenimigoo. - We will always miss you. / ᐊᐸᓀ ᑯ ᑭᑲ-ᑸᓇᐌᓂᒥᑰ᙮

Maamakaadendaagwad bimaadiziwin. = Life is amazing. / ᒫᒪᑳᑌᓐᑖᐗ ᐱᒫᑎᓯᐎᓐ᙮

Bizindaw gaa-wiisagendamowaad. - Listen to those who are hurting. / ᐱᓯᓐᑕᐤ ᑳ-ᐐᓴᑫᓐᑕᒧᐙ᙮

Maybe you can help somebody. - maagizhaa awiya gidaa-wiidookawaa. — ᒫᑭᔖ ᐊᐎᔭ ᑭᑖ-ᐐᑑᑲᐙ᙮

Manaajitoon aki apane. - Always respect the land. / ᒪᓈᒋᑑᓐ ᐊᑭ ᐊᐸᓀ᙮

I love you profoundly and unconditionally. — Aapiji go gizhawenimin. / ᐋᐱᒋ ᑯ ᑭᔕᐌᓂᒥᓐ᙮

#vocabulary.#anishinaabemowin.txt #anishinaabemowin.#tw; drugs #tw; pregnancy #tw; rape mention #tw; incest mention #tw; child abuse #tw; abortion #tw; suicide mention #tw; long post #it's a little late but this is for the national day of mourning.#ask to tag / tw !#white ppl can like but don't reblog !! it's not for you !!#tagging for visibility purposes:#studyblr #bnistudies #langblr #indigenous langblr

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pics-and-fanfics · 1 year

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ive been craving reputation era taylor swift music

so im going to write a song or two based off some of those songs, specifically "dress", which is my favorite song on that album, hands down.

so yea

also, i'm *sick* bc tomorrow is the 24th, and i have severe anxiety and am very paranoid, and the whole idea of it is disgusting. so i'm *sick* and cant go to school where there are *boys*

TW! SEXUAL ASSULT MENTIONS BELOW THE CUT!

also one of my friends was nearly sexually assaulted at school on school grounds last year while we were waiting for the busses to go home. there were tons of teachers around, but they didn't do anything.

so, im *sick* cough cough so i dont have to worry about *april 24th, named national rape day* by *grown ass men*

Not taking any chances!

Ladies, please stay safe tomorrow!

#april 24th #sickening #taylor swift #reputation era #dress #i love taylor swift #national rape day #april 24th should not be a thing #stay safe #ladies #please #stay safe tomorrow #dont take any risks #probably stay at home #or with a friend you trust

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jetsi · 1 year

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So the thing is. The thing is that every year, some guy claims a random day as like. "National rape day" "national hate crime day" "national (whatever) day"

And every time, people fall for it! People fall for it like there is actually in real life a large group of people collectively and publicly deciding to commit a crime on a specific day....just for fun ig?

There has never, in the entire time this has happened, been any kind of uptick on that day in the specific act that tik tok users are claiming is gonna happen. Like. Idk what to say other than 1) please think critically about what is likely to happen in real life 2) focus on actual issues that affect people in a much more real way than a day made up for views

#rape ment #look ok im just fucking annoyed at the like #omg guys dont go out on April 24 its national rape day #no its not!#none of this is real!#it never was!

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beatrixstonehill2 · 6 months

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"Is my punishment almost over?" Emily asked her boyfriend, Joey.

"No, not yet, baby girl..... I think you need to learn your lesson a bit longer."

"But....! The tournament is in a month. How can I perform like this?"

"Not my problem.... You should've thought of that before being such a naughty girl, Emily."

Joey wasn't wrong, in a way..... Almost a year ago he started dating an Olympic silver medalist gymnast, who was known the whole world over for her skill and dexterity. Shortly after dating her, though, he was sent something damning by a random person online.... At the time, Emily was basically flat chested, yet had a cute butt and tended to give the cameras sensual, flirty looks, often blowing kisses and winking at the camera, sometimes bending over unnecessarily to give the people filming her something to zoom in on.....

Turns out when pervy guys reblogged these clips and admitted to masturbating to her performance, she would reply, happily encouraging them. On her official account, zero shame, her with the silver medal as her avatar. She'd tell these random men to 'milk their cocks good' and 'cum real hard for her tight little ass', like some porn star. Joey saw this and was very amused..... So, he decided Emily had to be punished--badly. He told her she had to obey him and take breast growth pills, to give the next national gymnastics tournament before the Summer Olympics a good show.

"I'm sorry, Joey..... you know I can't help myself. I love to flirt."

"Which just tells me how badly you need to be punished. Look at this one I found! Some random married guy posted that he wants to throw you in his van, hogtie you, and put 'a pile of kids in your pretty gut'. Did you block him....?"

She shook her head. "No....."

"Oh wait, you went on an extended RP session in the public comments about how he was going to abduct and rape you. Damn, you're one messed up girl."

"Messed up as a guy that makes his girlfriend grow a pair of boobs that weigh 50lbs each? Knowing she's a gymnast!"

"Nah, not as bad. But hey, think of all the hot interactions you'll have on Instagram now! You're gonna step out, not in your leotard, but a bikini, these gigantic udders spilling out. And you'll do your routine.... as well as you can. Think of how many guys are gonna jerk off to that."

"Fuck.... that's so hot." Emily bit her lip, fondling her pussy and breasts. "They're so heavy.... I look like an idiot with these things....."

"Well, you are an idiot. A horny, drooling idiot, too obsessed with fondling that swollen pussy of yours to care whether or not millions see you flirt with married men and RP getting knocked up by them."

"I'm.... it's just a little addiction, is all. I could try therapy...."

"Nah, I think you deserve to be nothing but walking jerk-off fodder. You're done being a real athlete. They'll just have you on because your oversized, goofy looking udders will make so many desperate, horny men tune in. And a whole bunch of normies to make fun of you."

"Fuck you.... you find these tits sexy..... You just came so hard inside me!"

"Well, I find them less sexy than I do the fact that I made you grow them. Understand?"

She nodded obediently. "Yes, master."

"Good girl, now, isn't it going to be fun watching you balance those giant tits and a belly full of my kids at the next tournament? Damn, by the time the Olympics roll around, those tits will weigh 100lbs each. Won't that be so fitting? I can't wait to see you even try to perform..... Then your career will be sitting on OnlyFans, immobilized by those cartoonish udders, masturbating all day like the drooling, horny idiot you really are deep down. You'll be flirting with your desperate, gross fans, all of your regular fans won't want anything to do with you as you sit there ten hours a days fondling yourself, surrounded by a pair of tits too big for you to carry on your own....."

"Fuck you...."

"Don't act like you don't agree. You aren't an athlete Emily, you aspire to be nothing but walking jerk-off material. So you might as well go for gold, isn't that right?"

Emily bit her lip, rubbing her heavy breasts. "Then I better go for 200lbs each...... be totally trapped by these things...."

"Now that's the perverted little idiot I love."

"I aim to please, Master. ❤️"

#breast expansion #be #enormous breasts #immobile kink #gigantic breasts

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MMIW (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women) is a human rights crisis of violence against Indigenous women in Canada and the United States

Quick facts:

4 of 5 Native women will experience violence

1/3 of Native women will experience sexual violence (and over 2/3 of that is committed by non-natives)

Murder is our 3rd leading cause of death

On some reservations MMIWG2S are murdered at 10x the national average rate

In general native women and girls are raped at twice the average national rate

According to a report by USA today, native women also go missing at the twice average national rate

Nearly all rapes are perpetuated by off reservations settlers who also face no legal repercussions (legal loopholes state you must be on tribal ground to be persecuted by tribal police and most don't stick sround)

Less than 1% of MMIW cases are logged

It's been awhile since I've since Ive posted about this, but it's a very important topic and one that's especially important to me right now.

Some of you following me have all the context clues but I'll say it plainly here on this post. My cousin is one of the many MMIW that have died awful deaths. I myself am one of the natives who've experiences violence and sexual violence. The article is right. I don't know a native who hasn't. And that shouldn't have to be our reality.

But it doesn't change without more support and we don't get support by keeping people in the dark. Unfortunately resources are directly tied to public interest in an issue. The actual MMIW site for example says it's on hiatus when you go to the resource section.

So please share this so that someone else can learn and become an ally to the cause. The way people treat native women, girls, and two spirits is awful and deserves more attention than it's getting.

May 5th is MMIW awareness day; please wear red, share our posts, schedule a vigil, make your own graphics/posts in support, etc. Make some time to show you care that day.

Just don't use the red hand over your mouth, this is representative of the violent silence MMIW are forced to keep in their graves and how those of us alive must speak for them. Its a heavy symbol that carries responsibility so it's best left alone if you aren't indigenous.

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Palestine Action activists destroyed a 1914 painting of Arthur James Balfour, the colonial administrator and signatory of the Balfour Declaration.

Palestine Action stated, "An activist slashed the homage and sprayed the artwork with red paint, symbolising the bloodshed of the Palestinian people since the Balfour Declaration was issued in 1917. "

"Arthur Balfour, then UK Foreign secretary, issued a declaration which promised to build “a national home for the Jewish people” in Palestine, where the majority of the indigenous population were not Jewish. He gave away the Palestinians homeland — a land that wasn’t his to give away."

"After the Declaration, until 1948, the British burnt down indigenous villages to prepare the way; with this came arbitrary killings, arrests, torture, sexual violence including rape against women and men, the use of human shields and the introduction of home demolitions as collective punishment to repress Palestinian resistance."

"The British were initiating the ethnic cleansing of Palestine, fulfilling the Zionist aim to build their ‘home’ over the top of what were Palestinian communities, towns, villages, farms and ancestral land, rich in heritage, culture and ancient archeological history."

"In the past 154 days of genocide in Gaza, Israel has killed over 30,000 Palestinians, injured over 72,000 and displaced over 1.9million — 80% of the Gaza population."

"Britain’s support for the continued colonisation of Palestine hasn’t wavered since 1917.

"Elbit Systems, Israel’s largest arms supplier, who use captive Palestinians in Gaza as a human laboratory to develop their weapons, use Britain as a manufacturing outpost. The Israeli weapons maker build weaponry in factories across the country and work closely with the British government.

"Palestine Action vows to continue their direct campaign until Elbit is shut down and British complicity with the colonisation of Palestine ends. "

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #israel #jerusalem #tel aviv #gaza strip #yemen #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu #britain #uk #arthur james balfour #balfour declaration #palestine action

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Ne Me Quitte Pas

Alastor x angel!reader

Chapter 1: The Song is Ended (But the Melody Lingers on)

Chapter Warnings: Murder, Mentions of rape, Death

The song is ended

But the melody lingers on

You and the song are gone

But the melody lingers on

Masterlist

"Have you ever been in love, Alastor?"

The radio static screeched to a halt. Charlie winced at this, covering her ears.

"What brought you to question this, dear?" Alastor asked after recovering from the initial shock, his ever-present grin looking a bit strained.

Charlie chuckled awkwardly. "Well..," she pointed at the pendant that hung around his neck, sitting atop his garments, "I see you with that beautiful pendant around your neck all the time and you're very protective of it.... so I was just wondering," she trailed off.

Alastor let out a laugh, "Oh my dear, this is nothing," he lied, "Love. What a ridiculous notion!"

Charlie could not help but not believe him, but she let it go anyway; bidding farewell to the radio demon to search for her girlfriend.

Alastor was left alone in his thoughts. His hands reached up to touch the little trinket he sought to wear religiously around his neck.

No, this wasn't nothing. This was everything.

As he walked through the halls of the hotel to reach his room, his mind lingered on you. You were the one who gave him this pendant. You were the one who stole his heart.

Yes, he was in love once. Still is.

He remembers the time he met you- when you became his safe haven. He remembers when you had to leave, far from him and he could do nothing about it.

He also remembers meeting you again- the memory etched in his mind.

It was a bright sunny morning in Louisiana. Alastor was in his studio, narrating the tragic news of the New Orleans Boogeyman striking again. This time, hunting down and killing the nation's "hero", the son of a military veteran. Arnold Miller had followed in the footsteps of his father and had joined the army. His brilliant feats of achievements served as a source of inspiration for every lad in America, more importantly in New Orleans, since it was his place of origin. To everyone else, Arnold was a good soul, always ready to help out people, never backing down from serving the nation he loved so much.

Everyone, except Alastor. Alastor knew of his true nature. Arnold was accustomed to luring in girls - often against their will- taking their dignity, ripping them to shreds, and leaving them to pick up the pieces in front of the ever-scrutinizing society. He used to brag about his "escapades" to his pals, unafraid that anyone would turn against him. Everyone loved him after all. Moreover, he saw no fault in his actions.

Alastor was more than willing to show him his flaws. He regretted not taking care of him earlier, jeopardizing the safety of so many women. But at least he was gone, having faced the end of Alastor's blade. No one would have to deal with another scum like him anymore.

His radio show went on as usual, after the initial murder reports.

He talked about the daily humdrum around the locality, cracked a few jokes on the ever-changing economy, and suggested stores that sold excellent formal wear. This was a routine he'd come to love during his time as a radio host. He was satisfied with the predictability of his shows, and his life by extension.

All in all, he was happy with the hand he was dealt with.

"That is all for today, folks! Be sure to lock your doors tonight and refrain from walking alone at night. You never know when the Boogeyman might jump up behind you!" he chuckled, "And don't forget to smile! You're never fully dressed without one!"

He turned off his feed and sighed as he slumped against his chair. He couldn't wait to go back home already. His ma, although sick, had pestered him to never skip a day of his work. She'd told him he looked miserable whenever he did skip work and she wished nothing but happiness for him.

He assured her that he was happy to stay at home to take care of her but her stubbornness knew no bounds.

"I suppose I do get my grit from her," he wondered.

He took off his headphones and stood up from his chair, stretching his long limbs in the process. He started cleaning up his station, when suddenly he heard a knock.

"Come in," he said, not looking up at the opening door.

"Mr. Alastor!" a chirpy voice greeted him.

It was the young lad he had hired for the smooth running of his little business. Oliver had been thrown to the streets having been unable to pay his rent and Alastor had found him shivering in a corner of the street. Taking pity on him, the radio host offered him a job and a place to stay near the studio. Since then, Oliver had become a rather loyal help to him. Had it not been for his astounding marketing skills, Alastor's radio show would've been far from popular.

"Ah, Oliver!," Alastor hummed, still not looking up at him. He was rather busy making sure his studio was left prim and proper, "Do tell me, how can I be of service?"

Oliver was jumping with excitement, "Well, remember we were having a chat on how the radio station needed a few more hands to handle it, given its booming popularity?"

Alastor hummed as he repositioned the antiquities his mother had gifted him when he opened his studio.

"Well, I found someone willing to take on the ever-daunting task!" Oliver exclaimed and stepped aside, "Meet our newest employee!"

Alastor, still stuck in his own world didn't look up until he heard a sweet voice ringing through.

"Greetings, Mr. Alastor!"

His hands paused for a second. This voice... he'd recognize it anywhere. He turned around abruptly and finally looked at his overexcited acquaintance and the recently recruited employee.

It was you. His breath got caught up in his chest.

"Salutations," he said softly, his mind still not having caught up with the fact that you were in front of him, alive, "May I ask what your name is?"

You uttered what he had wanted to hear. His eyes could not believe it. After all these years, he was finally able to see you. The very person who'd become his safe haven when he was young, the person who'd comforted him during those dark times- when he ran away from home, when he felt scared and alone, the person who'd given him the pendant he wore religiously around his neck before they left.

"Oliver, " he glanced at the boy, "Do go get them a drink. It is quite unsightly for us to not treat the newest addition to our business."

Despite your protests, Oliver nodded his head and ran out the door, eager to please his boss.

When the door closed shut, Alastor let out the breath he was holding in since he saw your face.

He muttered your name, "Dear, is it really you?"

Your eyes blinked for a few seconds before they scrunched up with your growing smile, "I was wondering if you'd forgotten me, Al."

Alastor laughed in disbelief, "Forget you? What utter nonsense. Forgetting you would be a sin so great that even Lucifer would shy away from it."

He slowly approached you, "Besides, " his hands went up to the pendant, "How could I afford to forget when you gifted me this?"

Your eyes shone and you giggled, "You still have that!" Your hands reached out to touch the pendant, but you hesitated and they stayed frozen in the space between the two of you.

Before you could apologize for invading his personal space, his hands drew yours closer. You stumbled forward, placing your hands on his chest, right over the pendant that lay atop it. You blushed at the sudden proximity. His hands slid up to your waist, holding you close. You dared to look up at him.

"By golly, you seem to have gotten much taller," you chuckled, pushing up his glasses that had slid down the slope of his nose, "Last I remember, you were still shorter than me."

His eyes and smile had grown softer, far from his usual demeanor.

"And you still look as beautiful as the day I lost you."

As if your face couldn't possibly get more heated, he managed to make it boiling hot. You tried uttering a response but stuttered halfway through. Taking pride in how he made you speechless, Alastor asked, "When did you arrive here?"

You finally found your voice, "O-oh, I just moved in yesterday! I needed a fresh new environment after having finished my schooling and I decided to come here. I was looking around for a job this morning when I stumbled upon Oliver and he offered me a position at your radio station!"

Alastor tsked, still holding you close, "Cher, you cannot just accept some stranger's proposal for a job. What if he lured you into something dangerous?"

"He told me about your radio show and I trust you with my life so...." you trailed off, looking sheepish.

Alastor chuckled as he shook his head. Letting go of you, he stepped back to pick up the coat that was hanging on his chair. Just as he was doing so, the door burst open to reveal Oliver with a piping hot kettle and a mug.

"I do apologize. Mr. Alastor here only likes drinking coffee so we have no other beverages available," Oliver explained, as he placed the utensils down on the nearby table.

"That won't be necessary now, dear boy," Alastor continued, "I'll be showing them around our city. Do keep the studio prepared and the articles ready for the evening broadcast."

And with that, he offered you his arm, "Shall we?"

You grinned and looped your arm around his and the two of you walked out, leaving behind a very confused Oliver.

"What just happened-"

Alastor's smile widened at the memory. He vividly remembers spending every waking hour with you beside him, now that he'd found you again. He had grown terribly attached to you, but you did not mind it one bit. You enjoyed the attention he showered you with and his company was something you looked forward to each day.

Oliver always joked about the two of you getting together. So it wasn't a surprise to him when you two eventually started courting each other. All he did was lament about being the miserable third wheel.

Alastor remembers how his daily "escapades" had reduced significantly with the more time he spent with you. He did not even realize that fact until the newspapers reported on the disappearance of the New Orleans Boogeyman.

His smile had strained when he'd read the article, his anger growing by every second. How dare they think of him as a coward?

However, all those thoughts dissipated at the sound of your voice. Oh, how you had captured his mind, body, and soul.

He introduced you to his ma soon after he started courting you. Although she couldn't see you properly, given her ailing health and age, she still welcomed you with open arms.

As he stopped going on his "hunts" frequently, his relationship with you grew stronger. You were there with him in every new chapter of his life. When he celebrated his 100th broadcast, you were there celebrating with him. When he experimented with his own twist on his mother's jambalaya, you were right there tasting his creation. When his mother eventually passed away, you were right there comforting him as he sobbed into your shoulder.

On his 30th birthday, you gave him a gift he'd treasure for the rest of his life. He had been complaining about how only one of his eyes had problems with vision and that wearing a pair of glasses proved to be detrimental to his other healthy eye. Taking that into consideration, you had gifted him a monocle. You apologized for how small the gift was and told him that he could return it if he wasn't pleased with it. He had silenced you with a kiss.

You were all he thought about. A life with you beside him was everything he wanted. That is why, he stood there in front of the jewellery shop, inspecting and choosing the perfect ring to propose to you with.

When he was satisfied with his pick, he had stored the little box inside his coat pockets. Oh, how he wished his ma was there to witness all of this. She had always wanted to see him married to someone, happily living the rest of his life under the love and care of his spouse.

Things were just perfect, more than ever before.

Until karma came knocking on his door. Literally. His dead heart still pains at the memory.

Alastor had never lost control of his life after he "took care" of his father. He prided himself on that. It was the control he was after, once he landed in hell and that is what made him a formidable overlord.

But the day he lost you? He'd never felt more helpless.

Alastor brushed some dirt off his clothes as he hummed to the tune of the radio playing in the background. His calm demeanor would fool most but he was undeniably nervous.

Today was the day he would ask you to be his, forever.

Alastor had called you to the little cabin he'd bought in the forest, which also served as his hunting ground- be it for deer or despicable humans.

No matter the atrocities he committed, one could not deny how beautiful the forest looked at night. Fireflies would scatter across the expanse of the land, making nighttime all the more lovelier.

Alastor had planned to get down on one knee with the night sky lit by stars and the glow from the fireflies. He believed it would be the perfect romantic atmosphere to propose to you.

Not long after, he heard a knock at the door. His smile grew impossibly large as he giddily opened the door. Instead of seeing you, however, his face was met with the end of a gun.

"See you in hell, murderer."

Alastor quickly ducked out of the way, letting the bullet whiz past him and hit the wall. The man who held the gun let out a grunt, displeased that his shot missed. Although the man was twice his size, Alastor was able to tackle him to the ground. Still, the man would not let go of his gun, leading the two of them to struggle for the weapon.

"You fucker- you deserve to die for what you did!" screamed out the man.

Alastor let out a laugh, his face looking strained, "I just did what those scums deserved."

In the middle of their struggle, the trigger was pulled once more and Alastor heard the gunshot. The bullet missed him again, this time shooting toward the entrance of the cabin. He hadn't looked away from his opponent for a moment, fearing he'd take advantage of the situation and kill him. However, his ears picked up a singular gasp.

His eyes widened as he looked towards the door, left ajar.

It was you.

Bleeding out of your skull.

Your eyes were wide as saucers, staring at Alastor. Your body trembled as you slid down the door, blood profusely dripping from your head and onto the wooden floors of the cabin. Then, with a loud thump, you fell back, taking your last breath.

Alastor felt his soul leave his body.

no...no...surely this was a dream, right?

Taking advantage of Alastor's vulnerability, the man shoved him aside and got up on his feet, pointing the gun at Alastor.

"Too bad the little missus had to go. It wouldn't have happened if you did not do what you did," the man sneered.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Alastor took ahold of his gun and with all the strength in his body, pushed it out of the man's grasp. The gun flew to the side of the cabin, leaving the man unarmed.

Alastor stood up slowly, his facial muscles stretching in a maniacal grin. The man backed down slowly, his body trembling slightly.

"YOU. MADE. A. GRAVE. MISTAKE."

With that, Alastor pounced on the man and started beating him relentlessly, laughing all the while. He did not stop till the man's face had become red and blue beyond recognition and his chest stopped heaving.

Silence enveloped the cabin. In it was Alastor- his hands covered in blood, and two bodies. Alastor walked away from the dead body of the man and moved towards your lifeless figure.

Despite his maniacal grin still present, his eyes welled up with tears as he held your body close. His heart throbbed with immense pain and his mind turned foggy. All he could do was cry into your shoulder, wishing this was all a dream.

The night he was supposed to end with you as his spouse-to-be had now turned into him burying the love of his life. When he was done, he reached out for a stone and carved your initials on it, placing it atop your grave. He sat there for a while. His hands reached into his pocket and he pulled out the ring. He placed it on the stone.

His chest pained as he walked away from your grave. He would come back soon, he just had to dispose of the scum that decided to take his light away from him. Just as he started to turn the wheelbarrow that contained the remains of the man, he heard another gunshot.

This time, it did not miss.

Alastor fell to the floor of the forest. He sidled up to your grave painstakingly, abandoning the wheelbarrow. Blood poured rapidly from his head. Those god-awful hunters had shot him under the cover of this grim night. He somehow managed to rest himself against the tree that was situated right beside your resting place.

"Oh cher, " he wheezed out, "I suppose I wouldn't mind dying next to you."

As if things couldn't get worse, he heard the growls of the hunting dogs close by. His grin widened. So this was how karma came around, taking everything away from him. All that was left was himself.

His bleary eyes followed the imposing figures of the hunting dogs as they surrounded his dying body.

He reached out his hand towards the pendant.

Alastor couldn't even scream when the beasts tore into his body.

"Alastor?"

The radio demon turned towards the princess of hell, her hands laden with plans for the hotel.

"Yes, dear?"

Charlie hesitated, "You seemed a bit lost there. Are you ok?"

Alastor let out a laugh, "Just as jolly as the day I came to hell. Haha!"

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What these freaks did to those kids is cruel and unusual.

Madagascar will surgically castrate paedophiles under new law approved by MPs it is revealed - days after Kazakhstan announced same plan

A minister spoke in favour of the law saying: 'society must know what they did'

By ED HOLT

PUBLISHED: 14:29 EST, 7 February 2024

Madagascar's parliament has approved a new law which will see paedophiles surgically castrated for their crimes.

The new law comes just days after Kazakhstan announced a similar law where the country's worst offending child sex offenders will have their genitals surgically removed.

On February 2 Madagascar's parliament, The National Assembly, approved a law which legalised the castration of child rapists.

The old law stated that those found guilty of raping a minor would face between five and 20 years of forced labour.

However, this new law states that those found guilty of raping a child under ten-years-old will be surgically castrated and sentenced to life imprisonment. While if the victim is between ten and 13-years-old, they will instead be chemically castrated and face 15 to 20 years of forced labour. If the rapist is also a minor they will escape castration.

Madagascar's Minister of Justice Landy Randriamanantenasoa spoke in favour of the bill. She said: 'Society must know what they did and who they are'

Ms Randriamanantenasoa has rebuked similar criticism about respect for human rights by saying Madagascar is a sovereign country. This comes after Amnesty criticised the bill

Minister of Justice Landy Randriamanantenasoa spoke in favour of the bill. Le Quotidien, a French language newspaper, reported that Ms Randriamanantenasoa said: 'Society must know what they did and who they are.'

The bill was proposed by the President of Madagascar, Andry Rajoelina, last month and was one of his key campaign promises during his re-election bid last year.

International organisations have criticised the new law. The BBC reports that in a statement, Tigere Chagutah, Amnesty's regional director for east and southern Africa, said: 'In Madagascar, rape cases remain under-reported, and perpetrators often go free due to the victims' and their families' fear of retaliation, stigmatisation, and a lack of trust in the judicial system.

'Implementing chemical and surgical castration, which constitutes cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment, as a punishment for those found guilty of raping minors will not solve this and is inconsistent with Malagasy constitutional provisions against torture and other ill-treatment, as well as regional and international human rights standards.'

Ms Randriamanantenasoa has rebuked similar criticism about respect for human rights by saying Madagascar is a sovereign country.

The tighten of the law in Kazakhstan follows the death of Erkezhan Nurmakhan, five, who was lured to a paedophile's house after he offered her money for an ice cream

Saidolim Gayibnazarov, 48, who had previous convictions, was sentenced to life in jail and chemical castration

Kazakhstan announced its own draft law to remove paedophiles genitals on February 6 following complaints from MPs that the current law where paedophiles are chemically castrated was not deterring child sex offenders.

The tighten of the law follows the death of Erkezhan Nurmakhan, five, who was lured to a paedophile's house after he offered her money for an ice cream.

Saidolim Gayibnazarov, 48, who had previous convictions, was sentenced to life in jail and chemical castration.

Deputy Interior Minister of Kazakhstan, Igor Lepikha, said surgical castration was 'controversial'.

'In terms of ethics and the human side of the issue it is very complicated indeed.

'Moreover, we speak about these criminals being locked up for life - so there is no point in [castration] then.'

#Madagascar #Kazakhstan #Madagascar's Minister of Justice Landy Randriamanantenasoa #President of Madagascar Andry Rajoelina #Of course Amnesty would criticised the bill #Shut up Tigere Chagutah #Rest In Peace Erkezha Nurmakhan age 5

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By EDITH M. LEDERER Updated 9:11 PM PST, March 8, 2024 UNITED NATIONS (AP) — Legal equality for women could take centuries as the fight for gender equality is becoming an uphill struggle against widespread discrimination and gross human human rights abuses, the United Nations chief said on International Women’s Day. Secretary-General Antonio Guterres told a packed U.N. commemoration Friday that “a global backlash against women’s rights is threatening, and in some cases reversing, progress in developing and developed countries alike.” The most egregious example is in Afghanistan, he said, where the ruling Taliban have barred girls from education beyond sixth grade, from employment outside the home, and from most public spaces, including parks and hair salons. At the current rate of change, legal equality for women could take 300 years to achieve and so could ending child marriage, he said. Guterres pointed to “a persistent epidemic of gender-based violence,” a gender pay gap of at least 20%, and the underrepresentation of women in politics. He cited September’s annual gathering of world leaders at the U.N. General Assembly, where just 12% of the speakers were women. “And the global crises we face are hitting women and girls hardest — from poverty and hunger to climate disasters, war and terror,” the secretary-general said. In the past year, Guterres said, there have been testimonies of rape and trafficking in Sudan, and in Gaza women women and children account for a majority of the more than 30,000 Palestinians reported killed in the Israeli-Hamas conflict, according to the Gaza Ministry of Health. He cited a report Monday by the U.N. envoy focusing on sexual violence in conflict that concluded there are “reasonable grounds” to believe Hamas committed rape, “sexualized torture” and other cruel and inhumane treatment of women during its surprise attack in southern Israel on Oct. 7. He also pointed to reports of sexual violence against Palestinians detained by Israel. International Women’s Day grew out of labor movements in North America and across Europe at the turn of the 20th century and was officially recognized by the United Nations in 1977. This year’s theme is investing in women and girls to accelerate progress toward equality. Roza Otunbayeva, the head of the U.N. political mission in Afghanistan, told the Security Council on Wednesday that what is happening in that country “is precisely the opposite” of investing in women and girls. There is “a deliberate disinvestment that is both harsh and unsustainable,” she said, saying the Taliban’s crackdown on women and girls has caused “immense harm to mental and physical health, and livelihoods.” Recent detentions of women and girls for alleged violations of the Islamic dress code “were a further violation of human rights, and carry enormous stigma for women and girls,” she said. It has had “a chilling effect among the wider female population, many of whom are now afraid to move in public,” she said. Otunbayeva again called on the Taliban to reverse the restrictions, warning that the longer they remain, “the more damage will be done.” Sima Bahous, the head of UN Women, the agency promoting gender equality and women’s rights, told the commemoration that International Women’s Day “sees a world hobbled by confrontation, fragmentation, fear and most of all inequality.” “Poverty has a female face,” she said. “One in every 10 women in the world lives in extreme poverty.” Men not only dominate the halls of power but they “own $105 trillion more wealth than women,” she said. Bahous said well-resourced and powerful opponents of gender equality are pushing back against progress. The opposition is being fueled by anti-gender movements, foes of democracy, restricted civic space and “a breakdown of trust between people and state, and regressive policies and legislation,” she said. [Click on the link to continue reading]

#women's rights #femicide #taliban #women's oppression #international women's day #global feminism #feminism

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