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lavaspark · 2 years

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Peter Maximoff headcannons because im bored and I just love my boy so much:

There are pillows+blankets thrown seemingly randomly around the manor at all times in case (and it’s very often true) Peter forgets to eat for more than three hours, which, because he has a SUPER heightened metabolism will cause his body to just shut down if he doesn’t get the correct calorie intake with very little room for error. Hence after the third or fourth time Charles got a student sprinting into his office in a panic explaining how “Mr. Peter just collapsed sir! We don’t know what’s wrong!” He consulted with the staff and decided to put “nap spots” all around the house in case Peter had an accident and needed to sleep somewhere comfortable until Hank had measured whatever was wrong.

Conversely this has led to the X-Men taking tallies for how many times they’ve had to catch Peter when he stood up too fast or skipped his required afternoon snack. Charles caught him twice, once when they first met in the museum (Peter hadn’t had time to grab breakfast before the big jailbreak) and again during a meeting, Peter had been unusually quiet during the whole of the meeting and kept looking around with glazed eyes. Charles had mentally asked him whether he was alright, Peter had merely nodded and looked back down. When the meeting ended Peter had stood up and his knees immediately buckled, Charles had only caught him because he’d been sitting right next to him at the time.

Kurt caught him once (he had nearly fallen off the roof during a party because he’d passed out too close to the edge, Kurt caught him before he’d passed the second floor)

Storm once barely saved him by wildly grabbing the edge of his harness as his eyes rolled back in his head at the top of the main staircase. (She NEVER let him live that one down, and every time he scaled the stairs afterward she’d ask him whether he was planning on fainting again or whether he could go up the stairs like a big kid now) He usually responds by snorting and/or flipping her off.

Jean caught him once in the garden, he had been walking across the grounds with a group of first-years talking about the school when he had trailed off and she very clearly heard him murmur “oh, shit.”

He had stumbled forward, already completely unconscious and she had caught him with her powers, careful to not let his head hit the stone slates on the path. There were no major injuries, just a headache and a gaggle of terrified first years. (Peter had insisted on seeing them when he woke up a few moments later, Hanks “nutrient IV” already hooked up to his arm. He didn’t want them to be scared, they should know he was fine.) Jean had just laughed and told him he could see them when Hank had finished running the medical diagnostics for todays “nap attack.”

Scott’s only incident was early on in their friendship, Peter had been walking down the hallway the opposite direction as Scott. They’d nodded, exchanged a quick high-five and continued walking, or at least Scott had. Peter had crumpled backwards into Scott’s back, knocking them both to the ground and knocking the wind out of Scott. “Musta been some high-five” Scott had joked later in the medbay, Hank was clucking indignantly at Peter for skipping his lunch. Peter had smiled apologetically at Scott, and something in his heart fully went out to this weird, weird kid.

Raven had caught him only once, and it had been more of a redirection than a proper interception. It had been during a training session, she was standing next to him in line when he’d simply vaulted sideways, she had automatically rolled to the side, leaving him to fall to the ground, his head rolling listlessly to the side as Kurt rushed forward. “She didn’t even TRY to catch you man” Scott had howled next to him later that day. Peter had crossed in arms in front of him in annoyance “Yeah, she shouldn’t HAVE too! Once I get this sorted out I swear to you-“ He had been interrupted by a packet of peanut butter crackers sailing through the air to strike him in the side of the head. Hank had merely gestured at them and smirked.

With Erik it was…different. He’d arguably caught Peter the most times out of anybody, always catching onto the metal in his harness or jacket with his powers before the kid fell. But the first time it had been quite different from any of the other incidents. For one thing, they had been in the middle of an actual mission when it had happened.

In Peter’s defense, he really HADN’T skipped any meals that day. None. He just wasn’t expecting to have as much strain put on him as he ended up getting, namely in the shape of 20-odd men armed with automatic rifles opening fire on his team, no, FAMILY.

He had acted instantly, all Erik saw was a blur darting all around then, little more than a haze as it circled them. He heard the gunshots, felt the metal cutting towards them, he also felt the bullets being knocked out of the air one by one, falling to the ground with a sound like pebbles on sheet metal.

When it was over there Peter had stood, his face grey and pale, wheezing slightly as he stood there. On his cheek was a single crimson-red line that leaked a thin stream of blood that ran down his face into his uniform. He had raised a shaking hand and touched the wound, barley reacting as he made contact. He raised his now-bloody hand and his gaze shifted unsteadily back to Erik, a hollow smile spreading across his face.

“…guess I missed one, huh?”

Then Peter Maximoff had crumpled to the ground lifelessly in front of Erik’s eyes.

Erik had caught him of course, he stopped his upper body from contacting the ground, grabbing onto the metal he had never been more thankful for in Peter’s harness. Peters head had tilted listlessly backwards at the motion, his face uncharacteristic devoid of any emotion.

It made Erik feel strangely ill, seeing Peter like this, still.

Peter was NEVER still, at least not completely. He was perpetually bouncing his leg or excitedly talking about whatever new thing he’d discovered in the world, fidgeting mindlessly with his hands as he spoke or running his fingers through his hair. Now he was doing none of those things and the only indication Erik had that he was even alive was the dull rasping of Peter’s breathing.

When Peter woke up in the medbay, surrounded by machines and IV’s and scared-looking mutants Erik wasn’t among them. He never spoke to Peter about that day again. Merely nodding to him stiffly in the halls when he saw him. Never exchanging more than a few words. Nonetheless, sometimes when Peter was blinking blearily awake, the familiar pinch of an IV needle embedded in his left arm, he’d feel a weak tugging at the necklace he always wore around his neck. And though he never asked or told anyone about it, Peter always suspected he knew who was checking in on him in their own strange way.

#charles xavier #erik lensherr #cherik #x men first class #x men imagine #peter maximoff #erik lensherr x charles xavier #x men movies #headcanon #peter maximoff headcanon #kurt connors #jean grey #raven darkholme #X-Men headcannons #Peter Maximoff is the GOAT #Quicksilver #dadneto

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homicidal-slvt · 2 months

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Congratulations! You've been girlfriended.

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pinklemonslices · 1 year

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yo wtf is up with musical children dying at 17

examples: Connor Murphy, Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, Constance Blackwood, Mischa Bachinski, Noel Gruber, Ricky Potts, Penny Lamb, and im sure there’s more but those are the ones i can remember atm

17 is a very deadly number ig

#musicals #seventeen #dear evan hansen #heathers the musical #ride the cyclone #connor murphy #heather chandler #kurt kelly #ram sweeney #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #penny lamb

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femmehysteria · 5 months

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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

#best character named x #poll #poll game #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #kurt hummel #curt mega #curt connors #lizard #curt wild #kurt von trapp #x men #glee #spies are forever #spider man #velvet goldmine #sound of music

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empressumbreon · 6 months

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So my friend has a box of musical characters and she’s pulling them out and seeing if they would be a good ship and I hear her scream “I don’t like this” and shE GOT FUCKING MICHIE. I then have to tell her, that I am very sorry, but there are already at least 10 AO3 fics with that pairing and I’m sorry but I don’t have the heart to tell her I ship it.

Some other highlights were Micheal Mell/Peter Spankoffski, Max Jagerman/Heather Chandler, Heather Duke/Kurt Kelly, Mischa Bachinski/Ram Sweeney, Alice Woodward/Stephanie Lauter, and Connor Murphy/Heather Chandler.

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 9 months

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#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #halo #kurt cobain #parents #the cure #breath of the wild #kill la kill #jazz age #john deacon #warrior nun #kit connor #dungeons & dragons #wes anderson #brian david gilbert #six of crows

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lillywillow · 2 years

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A Cure For The Plague

Summary: The survivors of the zombie apocalypse hear of somewhere that may have found a cure.

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 2354

Square Filled: Y3- What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Mad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Horror themes, angst, mentions of character deaths

A/N: Set in the What If… Zombies?! Episode but written slightly differently. Also be prepared for some zombie/ horror related media references.

Ever since the zombie apocalypse began, people frantically searching for a cure. What was left of the Avengers heard about a breakthrough and headed to a facility upstate by the river. Sadly, they lost friends along the way but maybe there was a chance to bring them back if this rumour of a cure was true. The closer they got to their destination, the more it resembled a jungle.

The group of survivors cautiously made their way off the train having to make it into the jungle on foot. Bruce carried Hope as she grew progressively weaker. Okoye’s hands were tight around her spear and Bucky’s finger was on the trigger of his gun ready to shoot at anything that moved, his other hand holding up the shield ready to protect. Peter and Kurt were on edge, flinching at any sound. The air had the stench of decay, stagnant water and something chemical.

“You don’t think there are any giant mutant vampire mosquitos around here that will suck out all our blood, do you?” Peter wondered out loud.

“Not now!” Okoye hissed.

“But…”

“Guys, Hope’s not doing so good. We need to get her inside as soon as possible,” Bruce interrupted.

Before anyone else could speak, a zombie jumped out the water and attacked. Bucky and Okoye were ready to defend but neither got the chance as the zombie was wrapped in vines and dragged to the gaping maw of the biggest Venus fly traps they had ever seen.

“It’s like that thing out of plumber brothers!” Kurt cried.

“What the -”

“Move, Parker!” Bucky ordered.

A hoard of zombies started creeping in. Bucky and Okoye held them off but to their surprise, the vegetation around them started attacking the zombies too, picking them off as fast as they were going down. Someone in a hazmat suit ran out of the building towards the group.

“This way!” she ordered.

They followed the woman to an elevator, all cramming in. The ride down was full of tension.

“Can you help? She’s been infected,” Bruce explained.

“How long ago?” the woman asked.

“About five minutes…”

“Has she died yet?”

“Not yet.”

“There may still be time… We have to hurry.”

Once they had reached the ground floor, she ushered them into the lab.

“Cain! Conners! We got something!”

Two men came running to assist, taking Hope into another room and hooking her up to machines to check her vitals. One of the men tilted her head to the side and filled a syringe with some kind of fluid.

“Let’s try 15ccs…”

The team watched as he injected the fluid into the base of her skull.

“Now all we can do is wait…”

The scientists instructed the team to wait outside as they locked the door and monitored from a distance. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity. The EKG beeped with every beat of Hope’s heart… until it went into one continuous beep. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder as the boy tried not to fall to pieces.

“Give it another minute. If she doesn’t respond, you know what to do,” the woman instructed.

They waited with bated breath when suddenly, the steady beat returned. Hope began to move.

“What… where am I? What happened?” she groggily asked.

The three scientists cheered with the success of their experiment.

“We’ll run observations, you take them to quarantine,” one of the men instructed the woman.

She nodded and headed off.

“Follow me.”

The group followed her to the quarantine station where they were sanitised and had their vitals checked. Once they were given the all clear, they could be reunited with Hope and formally introduced to the people that had saved her life.

“I’m Doctor Y/N L/N, and these are my associates, Doctor Curt Connors and Doctor Dan Cain. We were giving lectures in a nearby university when the virus hit. With my work in botany and plant stem cells, Connors’ work in herpetology and regeneration cells combined with Cain’s work in neurosurgery and neuroscience, we were able to come up with a cure. I also developed the plants out there to protect us…”

The group all introduced themselves to the three doctors who then took them to the rest of the survivors who were mostly students and faculty from the university along with a few others. There Okoye was reunited with King T’Challa and Hope was reunited with Scott, albeit as a disembodied head. The scientists explained their earlier experiments were still in their infancy but they at least had some success.

“I tried to tell them about that movie where the guy brings back the dead but who would believe a talking head? I should get a job in a sideshow,” Scott laughed. “Sorry. I tend to process traumatic events by joking.”

“You know, I could probably regrow that arm of yours,” Connors stated, looking at Bucky’s metal arm.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky replied, tensing up.

“You sure? We’ve made some remarkable progress,” Connors said, wiggling the fingers of his right hand.

“Connors, leave him be. If he’s fine the way he is, then he’s fine. Not everyone needs to have their limbs regrown,” you interjected.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, walking off to talk with Peter.

As it turned out, Connors had given a few talks at Peter’s school.

“Thanks for that,” Bucky softly smiled at you.

“You’re welcome. For the record, I think you look great the way you are,” you smiled back.

“Hey, any chance we can look around this place?” Bruce asked, interrupting your moment.

“Sure. Right this way.”

You showed the newcomers around the base which was built to be a bunker during the cold war era but was never used. There were still tunnels running all over the city which was convenient to avoid the zombies up top. You showed them the gardens, both the vegetable and defensive plant ones and explained to them about the complicated Haber-Bosch system that allowed you to grow plants in such a short amount of time. That was one benefit of having a group of mostly academics. The scientific minds of the newcomers understood but Bucky was a little lost. Then you took them to the site of your greatest failure so far. Contained behind glass was a zombie dressed in a red and black suit. When it saw you coming closer, it pressed itself up against the glass and licked it. Bucky turned his nose up in disgust.

“This was Wade Wilson. We thought his regenerative powers could be the key into creating the cure but instead, they somehow mutated and now we’re stuck with a zombie that can’t and won’t die. We can’t even mulch him like the others…”

“Wait a minute, you have been turning people into plant food?! That is so messed up! You don’t just feed people to plants unless maybe they’re wifebeaters!” Kurt shouted.

Bucky watched as you tensed up.

“You are in no position to judge me; to judge us. I watched some of my closest friends die. Dan had to watch his girlfriend be violently attacked. Curt had his arm torn off. We have had to make decisions that nobody should have to make… the tour ends here,” you calmly stated, trying not to let all your rage boil over.

You were shaking and your eyes shone with unshed tears. You turned and walked away before you let them see you become emotional. Bucky took one last look at the zombie licking the glass before following you.

He found you tending to your arsenal of plants. You gently spoke to them as you sprayed them with a fertilizer.

“What a good little triffid you are. Soon you’ll be big enough to go out and protect us from those nasty zombies. Yes you will,” you cooed.

“Hey,” Bucky gently greeted.

“Oh, hello. Come to judge me like your friend?” you bitterly replied.

“I’m not here to judge you and he’s not really my friend… I just came to see if you wanted some company…”

You shrugged and continued tending to the seedlings.

“For what it’s worth, I do know what it’s like to make those tough decisions. I’ve had to take out some of my really good friends. You want to hold back because this thing has the face of someone you once cared about but you also have to remember, this thing isn’t them anymore and it won’t hold back if it gets you first…”

Bucky thought about Steve and Sam. They didn’t deserve to go the way they did and it certainly wasn’t fair that he was the one who had to face them.

You turned to look at him and saw the honesty and anguish on his face. With a kind smile, you gently placed your hand on his arm.

“Do you want to help me tend the garden? I find it can be very cathartic…” you offered.

“I think I’d like that…”

…

For the next few weeks, Bucky helped you to tend the garden finding he had quite a knack for horticulture while also working with the other survivors to help strengthen the base. He also spent as much time as he could with you, learning everything about you. Bucky could really feel himself falling for you.

With a few recon missions, more survivors were found and brought back and with each successful person brought back, you were one step closer to curing this infernal disease.

Then disaster struck.

It was the middle of the night when there was a huge commotion. Bucky woke up, instinctively grabbing his gun and shield as chaos erupted.

“Wilson’s escaped!”

Bucky ran to the containment unit to confront the zombie Deadpool. Unfortunately, he had bitten a few of the survivors which were fast approaching. Okoye and T’Challa stepped in to fight off the incoming wave, holding them off while Bucky went one on one with Deadpool. Wade was just as skilled at fighting as he was when he was alive, making him a difficult opponent. He snapped at Bucky, his jaws biting down on his metal arm.

“Hey, Wade!” you called.

The zombified merc with the mouth stopped to look at you. You were holding up something that was wet and red.

“Come and get the chimichanga!”

Wade stopped, his mouth curling up to something that resembled a smile.

“Ah… Brains…” he gurgled, running after you.

“Did he just…?”

You ran as fast as you could to avoid getting attacked by Wade and once you reached the glass cage, you threw the thing into it with a wet smack. Wade gleefully pounced on it and once he was in, you locked the door behind him.

“Did you really just happen to have a brain on hand to give to him just in case?” Bucky asked, seeing you had the situation under control.

“Of course not… it was a red dyed cauliflower. He can’t even tell the difference,” you panted.

“You can’t keep him in here anymore. It’s too dangerous now,” Bucky stated.

“I know… But what else can we do? He literally can’t die and we can’t let him loose on the rest of the world. We’ve already tried curing him once but the virus mutates and he becomes a zombie again…”

“Have you tried it with just his head? I mean, you’ve come so far in your research, maybe there’s something to it…”

Bucky’s words made you think. Wade did still seem to have some cognitive recognition and there were a few times he responded to the reagent.

“That… might just work…”

You went with Bucky to tell your co-workers the idea.

…

With Bucky’s help, you were able to lure Wade to the lab with a trail of cauliflowers. You strapped him down and used the same process you did to remove Scott’s head and placed it in a jar, carefully adding the reagent to it. Starting with small doses first, you gradually added a little more each time until finally, he was normal again. Well, normal as he could get.

“Hey, you got any brains to eat? I’m starving!” he laughed. “I’m kidding. Sort of. I won’t let it go to my head though!”

“And now there’s two of them,” Bucky grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, going to tend to your garden again.

Bucky once again followed.

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something…”

“Yes?” you hummed, carefully repotting a large sundew.

“What… what is your relationship with those two guys you’ve been working with?”

“My colleagues?”

“Yeah… are you… dating either of them?”

“No. Dan had a girlfriend when this all started happening and is still not over her death and Curt… well, let’s just say he’s not my type…”

“What… what is your type?”

You wiped your hands on your pants legs and walked over to him.

“I like a guy who’s tall… strong… protective… has a gorgeous head of hair…”

“I see…”

“Do you really?” you asked, placing your hands on his chest.

“I… I know this isn’t the most ideal place but… I’d really like to start dating you…”

“I’d like that too, Bucky…”

“Could I… kiss you?” he softly asked.

“Of course…”

As Bucky pressed his lips to yours, you felt the most alive since the apocalypse started.

…

In the days that followed, you and Bucky started dating the best you could given the circumstances. The world was still in a hot mess but as long as you had each other, you felt like you could survive anything. Maybe one day with all the progress you had been making, you could finally be rid of the virus that infected the earth.

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ghost-writer999 · 1 year

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{Thsc + Brooklyn 99} Pt 1

Gifts for @bluetorchsky & @jaytoons7 !

[TW: Cursing] Take care, I mean it!

Scottie:[Pissed at Kurt] “Hello, Kurt...”

Kurt: [Grinning] “ Scottie, nice to see you. But if you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?

[Both listening the {My Chemical Romance}]

Ryan: “Do you like it?”

Accordion: “Not at all.”

Ryan: “You can leave...”

Accordion: “Not a chance.”

____________________________________________________________

Violin: [Talking to Blast] “If I run and leap at Accordion, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.”

Violin: [Runs at Accordion] “In coming!”

Accordion: [Surprised] “No, I’m holding coffee!”

Accordion: *Drops the coffee to catch his husband*

#kurt dietrich #scottie anderson #jay benson #thsc violin #dave panpa #blast connors #ryan halberd #lil mikey #thsc accordion #oliver arc

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lavaspark · 2 years

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The students at the academy love all of the teachers, don’t get me wrong. They love Charles and his long narrations of old books he reads them, asking them little questions in between chapters that he loves the answers to almost more than he loves the books themselves.

They love Logan and his gruff, annoyed retellings of historical events that he was present for, often pausing in his lessons to rant to the class about the vast inaccuracies in their textbooks (they end up throwing them out mid-year anyway)

The love Hanks science class as well. He ALWAYS lets them do the experiments themselves, offering only minor advice and instruction. (His field trips are their favorite, having a private jet at their disposal leaves a lot of room for scientific escapades)

Raven, well…it’s not like there’s anything WRONG with her class. I mean she’s…well, HER, y’know? I mean she is a hero with a capital H. Or at least everyone in her training class always thinks so. (That optimism usually dies around the ninth or tenth lap around the entire campus)

But if you were to ask any student at Xaviers’s School who their favorite teacher was, I mean their VERY favorite? You would only get one consistent answer really.

Peter.

Peter, (or “Mr. Peter” as some of the kids insist on calling him,) is the recreational studies teacher. Which is essentially code for “We-Needed-A-Place-To-Put-These-Kids-For-An-Hour-Every-Day” Peter LOVES it.

He spends the entire hour playing catch or frisbee or hide and seek (he lets them win at that one, even though he knows exactly where they all are he likes to see them smile triumphantly at him after he calls that he gives up) Eventually he even starts organizing Arts-and-Crafts for some of the younger kids who aren’t up to Mutant tag or don’t have a corresponding mutation. It’s a hit. Pretty soon his classroom is decorated with messy paper chains, scribbley drawings of Charles or Ororo, (she’s a kid-favorite) Origami horses and crumpled paper-mache cats line his desk and the shelves Erik hung in all the rooms.

Peter loves it.

He always smiles and compliments the messy crayon depictions of the X-Men, all stick limbs and big scribbled heads with costumes stuck messily on the front. Once a little girl handed him a piece of paper with a large blue scribble on the front, when he asked what it was she had whispered that it was “the blue boy with the tail” like it was some conspiracy among the staff. Peter had had to struggle not to laugh at her sincerity. Kurt of course had loved it, immediately hanging the thing on the wall of his room.

He also helps them with costumes. Admittedly, they arguably don’t NEED costumes. None of them are ever going to actually be sent on a mission, much less enough times to qualify for a proper costume…

But how can he say no?

As a result, at 5:30 PM every day Peter meets with 10-15 bright-eyed teenagers in his arts and crafts room, and teaches them how to sew. Or spray paint. Or glue random odds and ends to capes made out of curtains and t-shirts. And every month he saunters out in his handmade silver-spray paint jacket followed by 15 giggling mutant kids adorned in varying degrees of feathers and colorful cloth.

This is by FAR the best job Peter has ever had the privilege to have. (And he wouldn’t trade his little group of chaos-mongers for the world)

#peter maximoff headcanon #Peter maximoff #cherik #erik lensherr x charles xavier #hank mccoy #raven darkholme #x men movies #Peter refers to himself as the hot glue gunslinger #make it cannon you cowards #ororo munroe #wolverine #Logan #kurt connors #jean grey #Quicksilver #X men

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