#boyd fowler

[mizvm0n0]

New Shawn Hatosy pics dropped I’m about to be the most annoying person on earth

the traces of ginger in his hair omg

[goodhairanddespair]

dream blunt rotation: i am the blunt and i get rotated all night long by every shawn hatosy character.

[dirtygir1]

sleazy baby daddy!Boyd fowler.

sleazy baby daddy Boyd who comes round your crib in a white beater and his backwards cap, unlocking the door like he owns the place (he has a key).

you guys are separated but he still grabs your ass from behind while taking his babygirl. “boyd make sure you-ooh! stop that!” “what? don’t act like it’s not the reason we got here in the first place. love this fat ass.” you’d only been together a few months to a year when he knocked you up, and when he said he didn’t want shit to do with that, you bailed on him. moved out, ignored his calls, ignored his scrub ass homeboys who would call your job asking for you.

but over time, he let the realization simmer in the back of his head. he has a kid. with a really cute fuckin girl, one he still loves. so he found you..somehow. you didn’t think too hard on it. and you didn’t let him back in your life so easily, not when he’d shown how he’d bounce if times got tough. but when it came time he went to your appointments, you were already far along enough to show. he has to be there for you, for his little girl.

he curls up on the fooor of your baby girls room, smiling as he crawls all over him and throws his glasses. u can’t help but love it. he takes care of you, for the most part. doesn’t let you go without a meal, rent, anything you need. even if you aren’t together now, he still steps up. not letting you stay cooped up in your house, making sure your nails (toes too when he can) are done. reminding you to take it easy.

and…when you need it, he takes care of you in other ways, from time to time. it’s not like you’re seeing anyone else, not with a toddler on your shoulder. and it’s your right to ask him for something, he’s your baby daddy. why not ask the man who gave it to you so good in the first place?

he always knows what u want before you even ask, can see the way you look at him when he comes through the door, arms out and jorts so low you can see his happy trail. biting your lip at his stupid mustache, and his stupid hairy stomach, and his stupid hot arms. eyeing him up as he rocks the baby to sleep, talking low to you about work.

when he puts his girl down for a nap, shutting the door quietly he’s nudging you into your bedroom. “cmon, get on the bed. know what you want.” he closes the door soft behind him, already unbuttoning his pants as he watches you crawl on the mattress. you’re bare under your big shirt, it’s your house, you’re feeding, doing nothing with your baby all day. no real need for panties.

he’s got you on your back, legs hiked up over his shoulders as he plows into you, smirking along to your slew of moans. “fuckin love this pussy, this’s my pussy. all mine, yeah? not lettin anyone in this shit?” “never, never boyd promise,,” you’re so smitten by his cock you can’t help but submit to him, especially when he talks so low in your ear with that voice you like.

and he’s so fuckin possessive too. he has to be, you might not be his lady, but you’re the mother of his child. he’ll be damned if he lets you out his sight. “you better not have. better not let any dirty fucks round my daughter either, alright? i’ll fuckin’ kill em, you understand? say you understand momma.” he’s slapping at your ass, you’re so out of it that it inflicts a moan. “i-i understand, i understand i promise daddy ohmygod!” he ssooooo annoying oh my god

“yeah, they couldn’t fuck you like this anyway. careful, or i’ll give you another one.” one day Boyd won’t be so Sleazy.

[popecodysgirl]

Fic Recs (Part 2) | Pope Cody's Girl

I noticed that some of the links in part 1 stopped working so here's part 2 (sorry if you were tagged already in part 1). I'll keep adding to this list here. Most of these fics have smut so 18+ minors do not interact!

My favourite series:

His Best Girl (mostly Michael Robinavitch x reader but also has Langdon, Park, and Abbot) | @thykingdoncome

When Did You Get So Hot? (Pope Cody x reader) | @sleepingbeautiiies

andrew and gf being horny (and in love) (Pope Cody x reader) | @pittrabbit

My favourite one shots:

Take Care & Listen (Brendon Park x reader) | @rr-after-dark

My kind of Shark (Brendon Park x reader) | @atlaslapis

Baby Shark (Brendon Park x reader) | @atlaslapis

Six Weeks Minimum (Brendon Park x fem!reader) | @jadeittic

My Kink Is Karma P.1 (Brendon Park x AFAB!female!reader) | @novemberaster

Bedside Examination (Michael Robinavitch x reader) | @whichwayisthebeach-seabass

stepdad!robby's strip club adventure (Michael Robinavitch x f!reader) | @robinavitchslut

The Ache of Obsession (voyeur!stalker!Pope Cody x fem!reader) | @pearlessance

My favourite blurbs/drabbles:

he gets hard seeing you in high heels (Pope Cody x reader) | @cuti3-81

Forever (Pope Cody x fem!reader) | @kisscoabbot

Semi-public sex with perv!mean!tennis coach!robby (perv!mean!tennis coach!Robby x female!reader) | @robinavitchgf

in case of emergency (Robby x attending!reader) | @miniswritinblog

Jack's Human Utah (Jack Abbot x reader) | @mrsmckay

hot tub with dbf!jack (dbf!pervy!jack x reader) | @bloodnguts17

A Very Happy Birthday (Jack Abbot x reader) | @thatfanficstuff

Sweetest Little Belly (Michael Robinavitch x Fem!Reader) | @rhettsunshine

stepdad!robby loves his mini me (stepdad!robby x f!reader) | @robinavitchslut

Needy husband!Pope (Pope Cody x reader) | @velvet-lane

Toxic Foreplay (Titus Danforth x f!reader) | @in-ky

Making prejac Sammy fuck a fleshlight (Sammy Bryant x reader) | @valleyanimalz

I'm married, don't touch me! (drunk!Jack Abbot x reader) | @atlaslapis

stepdad!robby loves the summertime (stepdad!Robby x f!reader) | @robinavitchslvt

sleazy baby daddy!Boyd Fowler (Boyd Fowler x reader) | @dirtygir1

Laying with Pope in bed (Pope Cody x reader) | @groovyangelkisses

Reader losing her virginity to Jack (Jack Abbot x reader) | @j4ck4bbot

Pope can't stand hearing your fake moans from the other room, it's time he makes you have real ones (Pope Cody x reader) | @iloverodentmen

Cherry Chaser!Robby (Michael Robinavitch x reader) | @robbyxabbot

nasty stepdad!boyd fowler (Boyd Fowler x reader) | @valleyanimalz

Robby gets off on knowing how much younger you are than him (Michael Robinavitch x reader) | @burgundysnow

sleazy'ol babydaddy!jack (Jack Abbot x reader) | @wistfulyears

Jack Abbot cheating on his wife with you (Jack Abbot x reader) | @jackcody

Daddy!Abbot x Bunny!Reader (Jack Abbot x reader) | @mast3rbait3r

nervous jack asks you to the military ball (Jack Abbot x reader) | @suturettee

Early Seasons Eater Sammy Bryant (Sammy Bryant x reader) | @hilsonologist

your older boyfriend jack teaches you how to suck him off (Jack Abbot x reader) | @misspossexxive

clitluvr!pope (Pope Cody x reader) | @j4ckr4bbits

Dividers by @robinavitchslut

I will be updating this list with new fics as often as possible! Pls let me know if you do not want to be tagged or if any links don't work!

Last updated: June 3, 2026

[cuti3-81]

shawn hatosy in a backwards hat

this is my favorite genre of pics

hes so hot in a hat wow taking my breath away

(if you have more shawn backwards hat pics please do reply)

[theordinaryweirdkid]

They want him for his body AND his sociopathic tendencies.

[valleyanimalz]

ik i was talking abt subby boyd fowler earlier but since @feverdreamimagination wrote this about him, i feel satiated, though now i instead have fucked up pathetic pervy boyd on the mind... this is a kidnapping stockholmy concept. very much dead dove. someone who’s a better writer than me could definitely make this into a proper fic but i’m just here for the ideas okay??

wc: 1.8k

cw ddne, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, voyeurism, somnoish stuff, very dubious consent, unsafe sex w regret after, stockholm syndrome speed run, boyd is real messed up… definitely in a different way than he is in canon but. yeah.

boyd had been surveilling you for months, memorizing your routines, who you talked to, what you ate. in his free time when he wasn’t tailing you in his truck, he was watching you through your windows, fisting his cock while he looked at you doing the most mundane things. if he got a glimpse of you changing or in a compromising position, it of course got him extra excited, but he didn’t even need it. he got hard just from watching you while you were completely oblivious to his existence.

eventually he started to get bolder, sneaking into your house while you were out to sniff your underwear, occasionally pocketing a few pairs to take home with him. while he was in your house he liked to do the things he saw you doing, sitting on the couch and watching the channel you usually put on, making the kind of sandwich he always saw you make, using your shower and washing himself with your shower products. it was like he could imagine that he was there with you, living side by side.

over time you started noticing strange things, like some of your underwear going missing and your food stocks seeming to deplete faster than usual, but you just chalked it up to being forgetful. you never could’ve anticipated the reality of the situation.

when boyd took you he had everything prepared. that night he had crushed a strong sedative into your water bottle, making sure you’d be in a deep sleep when he entered your room. he grabbed some of your clothes and what he knew were your favourite belongings and shoved them in a bag. he lifted your limp body from your bed and placed you into the passenger seat of his truck along with your things.

when you woke up in his attic you were in a panic. he understood your worries to an extent, but he tried to explain to you that it was going to be okay, that he had it all planned out. boyd stocked the cupboards with all of your favourite foods, filled the dresser with your clothes, made the bed nice and comfy for you and even placed some of your stuffed animals on top for you to sleep with (as he knew you did).

he of course had to dispose of your phone, but he gave you a tv and tons of board games and puzzles. he told you how he could stay and play games with you whenever he wasn’t working so you’d never be bored.

whenever you’d freak out and try to destroy everything, boyd would hold you tight, letting you scream, thrash around and hit him until you had no energy left. once you were done with your tantrum and entirely exhausted, he’d place you in the bed, cuddling up against you.

one time after one of those outbursts, you woke up to the bed shaking just to see boyd jerking off beside you, apparently turned on by staring at your sleeping body. “you’re disgusting.” you shot him a poisoned look before rolling over and pretending he wasn’t there.

“‘m sorry, didn’t wanna wake you. you just looked so perfect i couldn’t help it,” he breathed out, still pumping his cock fervently.

boyd didn’t often sleep with you, since you’d usually kick and scratch at him if he tried to get into the bed with you. that’s why he took advantage of the times that you were more subdued. when he did have the opportunity, he couldn’t help but to get turned on by being so close to you.

as time went on and you began to get more comfortable in your prison, despite yourself, you found that you sometimes even started to miss having him beside you in bed when he wasn’t there.

-

that night boyd had just brought up your laundry. he had to wash your clothes quite frequently since he kept stealing pieces after you’d worn them and taking them to his room, returning them to your hamper covered in his come.

you leaned back on the bed with your arms crossed, scowling at him from across the attic. you watched as he folded your clothes and placed them into the dresser drawers, “are you coming to bed or what?” you huffed.

“uhhh yeah… of course.” he finished putting away your clothes and jumped into bed with you before you could change your mind.

you let him spoon you as he seemed to always need to do, and tried your best to fall asleep. only about 30 seconds had gone by when you started to feel something poking you in the ass. “are you seriously already hard?” you hissed.

boyd shifted around behind you, “sorry,” he replied quietly.

“fucking pervert.” you kicked him in the leg.

you both laid there in silence for a while, but his boner did not seem to be letting up. you sighed, “whatever. just fuck me.”

boyd cleared his throat awkwardly, “can i? really?”

“god… yes, just do it. you do know how to fuck someone right?”

“yeah,” he whispered, “okay.” boyd reached around to pull your shorts and underwear down, running a finger over your slick folds. he breathed shakily, the air grazing your ear. he circled your clit with his finger a few times before bringing it down and slowly pressing it into your hole. he pushed his thick finger in and out a few times, stretching you out slightly before adding a second. you tried to avoid making any noises that would go to his head but you couldn’t help a quiet whimper escaping you.

the slick sounds of him fingering you seemed to fill the attic. boyd brought his face towards your neck, tentatively licking and kissing the sensitive skin while he pumped his fingers into you.

he squeezed his free hand under your waist and rubbed your clit with it while his other hand fucked you open. he recreated the movements he had seen you use on the rare occasion that he was able to catch a glimpse of you masturbating at home. clearly it was effective because soon enough you were shaking and crying, your facade of nonchalance completely falling apart.

“there we go,” he cooed, you could feel him smiling against you.

“y-you fucking bastard,” you whined as he brought you over the edge, “ohgod,” you clamped around his fingers, coating them in even more of your fluids.

boyd took both of his hands from you after you had ridden through your climax so he could use one to push down his boxers, and the other to stabilize himself. he hurried to line up his cock with your entrance before you could snap out of your post-orgasm haze. boyd pumped his length a few times in his hand to coat himself with your lubrication before he pressed inside with a moan. god you felt so much better than he had even imagined.

he began to drive into your wet heat, holding your hip in his hand and pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. you let out a strangled moan, your head flopping over against the pillow. boyd gently grabbed your head and pulled it back up, “hey hey, stay with me now,” he breathed out, beginning to kiss your neck again.

you whimpered like you were in agony, you wanted to hate him, you thought you did hate him, but you craved him and he felt so good inside of you. you craned your neck to look back at him, your big wet eyes betraying your true feelings. “oh sweetheart,” he cooed between thrusts, “does that feel good?”

you nodded, choking out an “mhm.”

“shhh, i’m gonna take care of you, just like i’ve always been meant to.” boyd leaned in to kiss you, capturing your lips in his and greedily licking into your mouth. it was the first time he had kissed you, at least while you were awake. the feeling was electric. being balls deep inside of you, kissing you, having you making the sweetest little noises into his lips? it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

boyd continued to pound into you, relishing in how the impact of his movements made your body quake. eventually you broke the kiss and let your head fall against the pillow, though shortly afterwards you reached behind you to grab his hair in your hand, pulling his head back against your neck.

he was sad to not be kissing you anymore, though he understood that the position made it more difficult. at least you still wanted him close, pulling him into you like this… it’s like your body was finally giving in to him, even if your mind was still lagging behind by a bit.

“squeezin’ me so tight, fuck— honey, you were made for me.” boyd rocked into you, bottoming out each time. he let the hand on your hip run over your body, squeezing your tits, rubbing lightly over your face and then your lips, wanting to commit the feeling of every inch of you to his memory.

he let his hand dip down again, settling on top of your clit and rubbing it in lazy circles. you almost yelped at the feeling, still sensitive from your recent orgasm. “wanna give me another one?” boyd coaxed, the combination of his cock filling you up and his fingers on your clit was too much.

you whined, shaking your head, “n-no.”

“sweetheart i’ve seen you touch yourself, i know you like it like this. c’mon now, give me another,” he continued rubbing your clit while he drove into you, making you into a sobbing mess. soon enough you cried out, clenching around his cock like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth, your legs shaking wildly as you came.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised, taking the hand from your clit and returning it to your waist so he could hold you tight while he finished himself off. you were like jelly in his arms after your second orgasm, writhing around as he kept relentlessly pounding into you. god you were too cute, he needed to see you like this every night.

“shit, m’coming,” boyd groaned, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed deep inside of you. “mmmm,” he hummed, pulling out of you slowly. he stayed leaned against you, basking in the moment.

once you came back to reality you flopped onto your back, bringing a finger up to your hole and holding it up to look at it, to see the pearly white fluid on it. “fuck,” you cursed yourself, how could you let this happen?

boyd leaned in towards you, placing a hand on your thigh, “hey baby it’s okay, i’ll get you a plan b tomorrow and then we’ll get you on birth control. i know we’re not ready for a family, at least not quite yet.” he chuckled, squeezing your leg gently as if that was somehow reassuring.

[prettyboyimagination]

Boyd Fowler x Reader

I’m definitely gonna write him as submissive for right now, but if you want me to write him in a more dominant light, lmk. Warnings: Fem!Reader, Age gap(Reader is 22 and Boyd is 35), sub!Boyd, perv!Boyd, choking, riding, humiliation, degradation, alcohol and weed consumption, kinda a little intox kink? LMK if I've missed anything 1.8k words

This was such a spur-of-the-moment write, like I started this at 05:55 and it's now 16:30 as of posting. I'm so sorry if it's bad!!

Boyd was a strange guy, but he was your friend? Sort of? He was your neighbor, and you’d known him for a few years now since you moved to Miami. He was a bit standoffish at first, but after a few ‘Hellos’ and ‘How are yous’ and some beers shared, you two became close neighbourly friends. You noticed immediately he liked you, or at least the look of you. His eyes would constantly roam over your body when he thought you weren't looking. Lingering on your tits or ass when you wore tight-fitting clothes or tiny swimsuits. More than once, you’ve noticed him sporting a semi through his black work shorts after eyeing you for too long. Not that you minded, he was pretty sexy himself. Pretty brown eyes, a cute smile, gorgeous auburn curls, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. One thing you had noticed, though, was him peeking into your bedroom window a few times. His bedroom window looked into yours, and every now and then, you’d see him standing there trying to get a look at you changing. So why not give him a little show here and there? Changing slowly, drying off seductively, applying lotion to your body that shimmers when it hits the light just right. You were driving him mad, and you knew it. He’d stand near the window, in his bedroom, jerking off to every show you performed for him. Bless him, he’d get so lightheaded and tingly from the explicitness of it all, panting like a dog as he got closer to his release, fucking his hand like a depraved man. He felt like a perv, watching you like this, but that added to the excitement and enjoyment for him. 

Now here he was, sitting in your house, on your couch, on one of the hottest days of the summer, drinking beers and relaxing with you. You’d bought some weed and thought today was the perfect day to get lightly buzzed and tipsy with your stupidly hot neighbour. You were dressed in what can only be described as a piece of floss for a bikini top. It barely covered your tits and left nothing to the imagination, not that he needed an imagination to know what they looked like, definitely not after seeing them for the past few months through his window. Alongside that, you were wearing a pair of the shortest fucking lounge shorts to ever exist. You were a walking tease right now, and what didn’t help was how the prettiest sheen of sweat covered your body, making you look fucking perfect. Boyd was sporting a loose gym tank and a pair of loose gym shorts that hugged his ass beautifully. Every time he stood up to get more beer, your eyes would drift down the curve of his back and land on the most perfect ass you had ever seen on a man. You couldn't help the god-awful thoughts that ran through your head whenever he stood up. How you’d want to spank his ass red raw, leave handprint bruises on his cheeks, have him crying while you fucked him rough like the pathetic dog he is, how you’d ruin him to the point of him passing out from overstimulation. The thoughts were endless. Boyd noticed you checking out his ass, and he smirked a little. “Something caught your eye?” He asked in a playful tone as he made his way back with the beers. You nod with a playful smile of your own on your face. “Yeah, your perfect ass,” You say as you take a beer and pull him down onto the sofa again. He let out a huff and laughed as he lounged on the sofa, taking the joint from you and taking a long drag. You watched him with an almost intense gaze before climbing into his lap and smiling softly at him. “Shotgun with me.” You whisper as you steady your hands on his shoulders, knees trapping his hips, and your plush ass sitting right on his crotch. He looked at you like he was dreaming. You were sitting on his lap, face inches apart from his, so close he could feel your breath. He nodded obediently, causing a sly smile to grace your lips before he exhaled into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, completely entranced in the moment. His hands rested on your hips as you inhaled his smoke before exhaling it back into his face with a soft smile on your lips. “You liked that, huh, baby.” You say in a teasing tone, shifting your hips, feeling his dick hardening through his shorts. Boyd nodded slowly, his eyes opening to look at you with a glazed-over look, “You're so pretty, Boyd. Look at you.” You say softly, your lips trailing down his neck slowly, letting them linger with each kiss. Boyd squirmed and whined pathetically at the feeling of your lips on his skin. His breath immediately quickening, his hips grinding up pathetically, looking for any type of friction. He was gone instantly, and he was right where he wanted to be.

You climbed off his lap and dragged him to your room, kissing him and feeling up every inch of his body you could. Your hands groped and smoothed over his ass, making his hips rut against you as you made your way to the bedroom. Once you were inside, clothes came flying off. You ragged his tank top over his head, shoving him hard back down against the bed before yanking his shorts and underwear off in one swift pull. Boyd yelped at the roughness but smiled almost blissfully at you. His face, neck, and chest were covered in a deep red flush, making him look even prettier than you’d ever seen him. “I know you watch me from your window, Boyd,” You say as you look him up and down from the end of the bed, watching how his cock twitches at your words. His chest rose and fell faster as he looked at you with a half pleading half teary eyed expression. “I’m going to undress myself, and I want you to touch yourself the way you do when you usually watch me.” Something in your voice made Boyd's stomach flip, and he nodded before he could think twice about it. His hand wrapped around his dick as you slowly took off your bikini top, pumping slowly at first, spreading the droplets of pre cum along his shaft. The bikini top fell to the floor, letting your tits spill out, and Boyd could have sworn he was gonna cum right then and there. Watching you grope and play with them made his head spin and go all fuzzy, not actually believing this is really happening. His hand fisted his cock hard and fast as he watched you slip off your shorts, revealing nothing underneath. “You look pathetic like this. Fucking your hand like some mutt who can’t control himself,” You goaded. Boyd's eyes rolled back at your words, his breathing turned ragged, and a pathetic moan broke free from his lips. “F-fuck, please! Come here,” He begged desperately, looking at you with those big, wet, brown eyes that made your heart melt. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and sliding your embarrassingly soaked cunt over his shaft. Slow, steady movements that drove him mad. His hands went to grip your hips, but you stopped him and pinned them to the pillows above his head. “Keep them there, or I’ll handcuff you.” You order as you look down into his eyes, giving him a stern look. He nodded obediently, though his cock twitched between your legs at the idea of you handcuffing him. You trail your hands down his body, feeling over the softness of him, enjoying how pliant and obedient he was being. Caressing and kissing over his freckled shoulders, sucking pretty red marks over his chest, reveling in the sweet whimpers and gasps he made whenever your tongue swiped over his sensitive nipples. After a bit of torture, in his mind, of you kissing and marking over his body, you finally decided to fuck him. “Tell me you want me,” You tease as you nudge his tip to your entrance. Boyd jerked his hips up, whining and panting like a kicked puppy, “Please! Wanna fuck you so bad…need to fuck you. Need to make you feel good. Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Please!” The sound of him begging like a desperate man sent shocks of arousal coursing through your body.

You coo at him in a soft voice as you sink painfully slowly onto him, taking him inch by inch until you’re flush with his hips. A sinful moan left your lips as he stretched you out, the slight burning sensation adding to the overwhelming feeling of him nestled inside you. The pained yet erotic noise that erupted from Boyd’s mouth was something close to pornographic. The strangled moan, the voice cracking, the pitiful cry, all of it made your velvet walls clench around him, squeezing his shaft deliciously. “O-oh…fuck! Ngh! Feels too good!” He gasped out, fighting for his life to keep his hands up above his head. Gripping at anything he can get his hands on- the headboard, the pillows- clasping his hands together like he’s praying to god. “That’s it, baby, god, you sound so pretty,” You moan breathlessly as you roll your hips, moving at the perfect pace that has Boyd’s eyes rolling back into his head. You work your hips slowly at first but soon pick up to a bed-shaking pace. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock while he watches you with a glazed over, pussy drunk expression. “You’re…god! Such a good mutt, Boyd!” You gasp out as you slam your hips against his with each movement, making your clit rub against his little pudge deliciously, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. “Perfect cock for me to use. Only fucking thing you’re good for, ain’t that right, baby?” You coo in a condescending tone as your hand comes to wrap around his throat, applying gentle pressure to his airway. Boyd’s body vibrates from your words and your tone and your hand. You notice how his knuckles are white as he grips the headboard, how his eyes flutter shut again, and how his cock twitches uncontrollably inside you. “Oh, you really are pathetic, aren’t you. Look at you going fucking limp like a doll the second my hand is around your throat. God, you’re such a disgusting perv, Boyd.” The feeling of everything hit him all at once like a freight train: the fact he’s tipsy and high, you’re choking him, and the things you’re saying to him. His body shakes and seizes as he cums hard inside you. Rutting his hips up so he’s as deep as he can get as he paints your walls white with his load. His orgasm triggers your own just from the sheer force, and you clamp down on him, riding out your orgasm and milking his cock for everything he has. You’re both a panting, sticky, ruined mess, but neither of you cares as you lie on top of him, feeling his hand stroke your back soothingly.

Once again, I'm sorry if this is bad! It's very word-vomit-like and just something I wrote with a little prompt from a moot of mine.