#but thank you for the ask :)

[terror-punk]

Something I think is required for all people to be able to embrace terrorpunk is white terrorpunks specifically being terrifyingly antiracist and protect BIPOC who are not safe to appear frightening in the world. Just a movement and consciousness expanding thought

This is ABSOLUTELY included. Forgive my ramble here, mental word-salad from psychosis is being a bit hard to formulate words with.

This is about protecting and uplifting each other. Society is not right about deeming a lot of us as scary, and we should be able to be ourselves even if people make assumptions based on what we look like, what we call ourselves, or what we're doing. Those who are particularly unsafe to be themselves or be seen due to societal pressure, especially BIPOC as they face a large amount of societal unjust fear, are to be protected by those of us able to. As a term, terrorpunk has no room for racism. None.

And this is not about harming people or putting them in dangerous situations for fun, this is about protecting those who are "scary", and protecting them fiercely. That means EVERYONE. This is about being you where you can, normalising things people would rather sweep under the rug. Even if you can't be open and you publicly, knowing within yourself that even if people see you as something to be feared, you are a being worthy of life and love and caring and rights, and extending that support to your community to the best of your ability.

It's about uplifting and caring for other "scary" individuals, and breaking down your own barriers of internalised fear or societal perceptions. Realising that being scared or unknowing is not a reason to hate, and instead embracing minorities with love and kindness, while defending them fiercely at the same time.

[softquietsteadylove]

I just had an evil idea. What if one day Gilgamesh finally had to make good on his promise to kill Thena if the Mahd Wy'ry ever took over her completely? Maybe he deals with it alone or one of the others finds him, up to you. I know you're good with angst so this should be painful

Gil's chest constricted. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He just stared, trying to wrap his head around what was happening. "No...n-no, I-"

The Deviant--the demonic entity facing him dropped its shield onto the jungle floor. Its vines had reached around the Strongest Eternal and retrieved something to serve as a defense. It was a wall of flesh, used only to absorb the shock of a punch.

The body rolled and tumbled, limbs dead weight, blonde hair falling lightly in comparison. Her eyes were still open, and the white colour that had been fogging them cleared to reveal their usual green. It was dark, and they no longer held their shine. The Warrior Eternal was dead.

Gilgamesh's chest puffed as he tried to breathe. He couldn't. What he was seeing didn't make any sense to him. The face of Thena, his lifelong partner, was staring up at him. But it wasn't her. It didn't look like her. His powers dissipated, sparks of gold disappearing into the still and heavy air, a minimal light in the growing dark.

"That is truly a shame," the devil lamented. "Her powers would have been one of the most useful to me."

Gil couldn't understand the words it was saying either. He knelt--fell to his knees. He reached slowly, delicate as he grasped the shoulder of the woman he loved. "Thena?"

She had no response. Her body was heavy as he lifted her into his embrace. He had snapped her spine, destroyed it in a way even an Eternal wouldn't survive. Maybe it was the most merciful way, with Mahd Wy'ry clouding her mind and that thing holding her, maybe she hadn't known it was he who had landed the killing blow.

He didn't know if it was better if that thing was the last she had seen, or if it would have been better for her to see him, only for him to end her life the way he had. As violent as the nature of their powers were, he never wanted to turn that force unto her. Even in all his years thwarting the attacks of her episodes, he always did his best to protect her and himself.

"Oh, Thena," Gilgamesh whimpered. His breath still came sparingly, his throat constricted far too tight. He cradled her head against his chest, the way he would if she were merely having a terrible dream. He ran his fingers through her hair as he watched the golden lines of her energy pull away from her skin, leaving the grey remains of the physical body.

Gold glittered the air again as the Warrior Eternal's life left her in the last way possible. Their own took cautious and unbelieving steps towards them.

"Gil!"

He felt the vines of that thing at his back. Horrific appendages made to do worse than end life: made to steal it. He set Thena down gently, unwilling to cause her any more unrest.

The trees quivered as he turned, roaring out the energy building up in his body. Rage and grief coursed through him as he turned and grabbed the creature. His hands were more than capable of crushing through its flesh, no matter what being of natural make or nightmare of the stars. He ripped its arms from its body.

Gilgamesh arched his hands up. He watched the shadow of his sledgehammer fists stretch over the beast's face before he brought them down. The forest blew back from the impact, even more than the last time he'd landed a punch like this. And he kept going.

Every hit, every strike, every scream he let out of his lungs for a loss of what else to do, that thing would suffer. He would make something incapable of death experience the loneliness of pain. He would make it understand what it meant to be alone--what it meant to fear.

The ground impacted from his strength. He continued. He swung his fists, the air bending around him, compressing and bursting, gold streaking through the dusk as he swung at it like an animal fighting for its life.

The thing was dead. He didn't care. He wanted it to be no more. He wanted to beat it down so small that it disappeared into the wind or bled into the core of the earth. His strength would prove that it was still good for something. Now that he had failed to protect his greatest love, he would enact the greatest punishment he could.

"Gil, stop it!"

They were calling him, but he couldn't hear them. He couldn't understand what they were saying. He kept seeing Thena's lifeless face, the feeling of her Cosmic Energy fading into nothing. Now that there was no more Thena, he didn't even feel like he was on Earth anymore. There was nothing to center and anchor him. He felt as if all of his senses had been shut off and there was only pain remaining.

He had never been without Thena's energy to match the rhythm of his, not in all their millennia together. And now, all the air in his lungs was gone, his blood was no longer flowing because his heart was empty and void. He was afloat, trying to follow what remained of Thena in pure stardust.

Gilgamesh roared one last time as he tore the thing apart. What was once its body cavity was forced open with his fingers like an agate, revealing its jagged insides. Its arms were strewn and its head simply was no more. And yet still looking at it only made him want to do more.

"That's enough," his brothers attempted to pull him away, out of the crater he had created.

He turned away, throwing them off of him. He walked back to Thena, laid where he had left her. Her sisters were leaning over her precious body, but he waved them away.

He picked her up again, cradling her head and her poor, broken back. He held her delicate shoulders, which used to curl into him, seeking his warmth. His fingers slid into the depths of her thick blonde hair. She already felt cold.

His tears fell onto her. Once her hand would wipe them away, but now it lay limp beside her. He rocked them back and forth, his body now unsteady without anything real at all for connection. He pressed his cheek to her hair, "my Thena."

He could hear their family moving behind him. They were building a fire, to release her body, to follow her Cosmic Energy back to the stars and their home. But he held her tighter.

You may have to kill her; that was what they once said. And he had said that was a chance he was willing to take. Because he would take any chance in the world to be with his Thena even one more day. And for beings without natural death, he didn't take it lightly.

But this wasn't right. He didn't want to build her a funeral pyre. He didn't want his eyes to watch a fire consume the life of a woman whose every second and minute and hour he would weave into a beautiful tapestry of if he could.

They should have been home. They would have been in Australia, at the home they had built together. He would bury her in the warm, red sands, under the tree she liked. Life without her would be pain but at least he could continue his mission.

His mission was never to protect earth. It wasn't to kill Deviants or serve some far away god. His mission was to protect Thena. It was to love and cherish the woman who had been by his side from the moment he opened his eyes. And he would have spent the rest of Eternity protecting her, until Earth ripped itself in half to mercifully swallow him up into oblivion.

They expected him to give her up. But this was the woman he loved. He held the body of his wife, as preciously as he would on any day, or any night.

Thena had once said that she didn't want to be the one to kill him. She had begged him to kill her first. He had never agreed, because he didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't think he was capable either. He didn't want to endure the pain of living without her, something surely even his strength couldn't weather.

"I kept my promise," he whispered against her forehead, pressing a kiss to it. What a terrible promise it was. He had taken the chance, but to live with it was something harder.

"Gil," Sersi's soft whisper reached him, her hand on his arm.

"Just wait for me, sweetheart," he cooed to his ever-sleeping wife. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and under her knees, picking her up for the last time. The pyre was ready. Even if it was already lit, he would lean into the fire gently, just to lie her to sleep the way she liked. "I'll come and find you."

[renavi0]

Do ya have any Rain Code headcanons of your own or that ya like? I hope your day gets better, and if not today, tomorrow and the days after that. (@yakool-foolio)

Aww, thank you for the kind words

Oh yes, I have quite a few Rain Code headcanons, some of which I shared here too. For example, not long ago thoughts began to arise in my head about the eating habits and cooking skills of nda detectives, and I would like to share my headcanons about that

Yuma: We all know that Yuma is terrible in cooking. However, speaking about his taste preferences, since he doesn't remember the taste of food that he ate in the past, for him every dish is a new discovery. He may not express it strongly, but he likes to try new things and is in search of his favorite taste

Yakou: He isn't the most professional cook, but among the detectives he is the best. However, he rarely cooks, preferring ready-to-eat food from the store, coffee and meat buns, of course. In general, Yakou has a very chaotic diet. He sometimes skips some of the food rations and in general his diet cannot be called healthy

Halara: They never cook because they don't find the time to do so, but if they wanted, Halara could easily and quickly learn to cook. They mostly eat in cafes/restaurants and believe me, there always delicious food of excellent quality on their plate. I think Halara spare no expense for quality food

Desuhiko: He has basic cooking skills and can easily cook himself something like grilled cheese or scrambled eggs. Although Desuhiko often eats fast food and drinks sugary soda, he really enjoys home-cooked food. Desuhiko also often eats something popular because it is fashionable or to attract attention to himself

Fubuki: On the one hand, Fubuki prefers healthy and light foods that are easy to eat. On the other hand, she is always ready for discoveries and loves to try street food. Fubuki has never cooked, but she would love to try. But it will be better if she cooks with someone....

Vivia: He rarely eats and mostly eats something like a piece of bread or anything that is easy to get, doesn't require cooking and is easy to eat. I think Vivia ate little since childhood (when there are many kids in a family, it's difficult to feed them all), and he got used to feeling hunger and ignoring it. But he will not refuse the food that was cooked and brought to him. In fact, Vivia doesn’t really care what food he eats. In his heart, it will be more important to him that he eats food with someone

[compacflt]

I am sad you are leaving this blog but I want to squeeze in a question. You are a very natural writer and make it look so easy. I was curious if you use a beta reader for your work?

Hi ❤️ i do not, which is why my fics are so stupidly long😕 i have “can’t kill my darlings” syndrome, i have way too much to say and i don’t know how to prioritize what it is i want to say, so i say EVERYTHING. i genuinely believe my fics would be sooo much better if they were edited by someone else. someone who isn’t afraid to look at a scene/sentence and say “that’s stupid as fuck/not as successful as u want it to be, cut it.” im still in the process of editing so liiiiike if you have any issues with my fics literally just dm me to tell me what’s dumb/not working & what i should cut, it would actually be sooo helpful (you can ignore this most recent fic bc the whole point of that was stuff that would’ve been cut anyway lol)

i would have loved a beta reader but … you know me, i am so shit at time management and deadlines that 1.) i never had time for a beta reader because i am always over deadline by the time i finish a fic draft (like the slider one shot, which i said i would post last November and actually posted in April, 5 mo later)

and 2.) i never share ACTUAL wips with anyone, not even on wednesdays. My wip wednesdays are, and always have been, a total sham. most of my wips usually look like this

right up until like the week before i post them. like EVERY SINGLE scene looks like this, incomprehensible to anyone except me with my little delusions in my head, until i pull a few all- nighters and brute-force the transitions and the actions into place. so like i can’t share a real draft with anyone until (in my opinion) it’s basically passable enough to be a final draft anyway, especially for fanfic, like, my standards Are lower for “good enough” when it comes to fanfic. Above ⬆️ becomes below⬇️. obviously this ⬇️ isn’t perfect and will still need a final pass edit but it’s 🤷🏽‍♀️ good enough

what i really need a beta for is to tell me, in no uncertain terms, if this level of detail/the existence of this scene itself is actually ever warranted. lol.

3.) as previously mentioned i can’t hold a deadline/reply to messages on time to save my life so any beta would absolutely despise working with me i fear

[beigetiger]

Idk if you've spoken about it before, but what is Mevolent and Valkyrie's relationship in your SoW au like?

Nobody has ever sent asks about my SoW au before so that’s completely uncharted territory for you to explore

After Valkyrie is captured and is spending her days hanging around in the castle, she and Mevolent act a lot like friends (bickering, sharing ideas, chatting, etc), with Mevolent occasionally giving her assignments. Mev also often teases her about her wanting to leave (I imagine he vaguely objectifies all three of his generals, so that’s more of a him thing) and will, in the same cheery voice, threaten to send her to the dungeon again if she’s misbehaving.

Valkyrie definitely doesn’t like Mevolent but she has literally no choice but to interact with him and choosing to interact with him in a way that simulates a normal friendship for her is a way that she copes with her situation (I imagine she does something similar with Vengeous as well).

Mevolent doesn’t necessarily care for Valkyrie, but he does like her because she’s smart, witty, and very expressive. Vile hates talking and is kind of an edgelord and Vengeous is ultra-serious round the clock, but Valkyrie makes for an actually interesting conversation and he finds her attempts to escape him amusing.

When she does misbehave in a way that will get her punished, Mevolent usually acts a lot scarier for a moment before ordering that she be taken to the dungeons. The two of them also never mention the torturing, ever. Vile definitely has a preference for Valkyrie but he refuses to help her when this happens, so Valkyrie becomes pretty well-behaved pretty quickly because she doesn’t want her support network taken away from her.

[ghost-trapped-in-the-screen]

Though if you ever felt in the mood for more, it'd be much appreciated. It's sad just how little love there is for Nagito + Mahiru domestic comfiness, and Nagito + Fuyuhiko protective boyfriend content.

I'm more than happy to contribute more! So take these small drawings

Mahiru teaching Nagito to bake and cake,

and "He asked for no pickles"

[sigmaelxgr]

25 and/or 38 for an oc of your choice? <3

Hiii ! I'll chose Sigma-El Sangre, known as and sometimes spellt Xangr (or Xgr), my fellow exiled ashlander.

25 : What topic do they know a lot about that is completely useless to the direct plot ?

Well, Xangr hides the true lengths of his knowledge for his own safety. He often assures to appear as someone uncultured because of how easier it makes things for him. Most of the time, he pretends to be a mere dancer from the ashlands, where spelling is a rare skill, or what may look like a sex worker - he thinks that people underestimating him is the best situation he could hope for... But if you talk with him a lot, under many covers and masks, there is an over-enthousiastic autistic goblin. Xangr knows much, about many specific topics. He reads a WHOLE LOT and spended many many years copying books for the Mage Guild then the Worm Cult. He's impressively sharp in everything that touches to Oblivion and/or biology - he loooves telling people about liminality, daedric planes and (un)natural phenomenons, so when there is a safe opportunity, he speaks a lot.

He once met a maormer called Kelondil, with whom, moved by curiosity, he had sexual intercourses. He just HAD to check if maormers, like snakes or sharks, had two penises... and he talks way too much about his discoveries to EVERYONE that slightly mentions the subject. You cannot stop him. He's a master in making people uncomfortable with incessant infodumping when he feels fine somewhere.

Most of the time, it is not helpful, and he can not restrain himself. An other subject he's very found of is clothing/makeup. Xangr is the kind of mer to help you with your eyeliner and giving you tips and explanations while braiding your hair. He just loves taking care of himself, everything he wears is thought and well agenced. It is rarely useful, except a time he helped a young woman to dress as an Altmer and did all her costuming. It was such a nice RP, they're precious friend daysince.

48 : Who would they say "yes" to if invitated to do something they abhorred/strongly didn't want to ?

Depends.

If it is only a matter of taste (Xangr for exemple does not like noble parties), then he can do an exception for someone he sees as precious that would appreciaite his companionship. Those people are rare. He's an extremely peaceful mer. If his presence helps you and you're close enough, for exemple to soothe anxiety like it has been the case few times, Xangr will come with you. He will not enjoy his time, but he will remain calm, keep an eye on you and cheer you up. Just do not ask him to actively be a part of the party, he finds most people to be boring as hell and tolerates badly boredom. Let him stare at flowers, pick his nails, stim with his jewelry, pay respect to his regular need of loneliness then you'll have a loyal friend that would gladly share your pain. If you're doing something you love and are passionate about, Xangr will appreciate your enthousiasm and remain with you. You just have to assure you do not ask more of him he agreed to give, and he'll great you with apparent neverending patience and tenderness. He soothes people, it would not be a first for him.

The other case... Is if he identifies danger wheresoever. You can NOT drag him somewhere he feels even vaguely threatened. He will dodge the Mage Guild bc he fears they may remember him and throw his masquerade away. He fears people may take a guess for his past and flees anytime strangers are too insisting. He does not like to lie, as it is his previous master's main weapon and he tries to change, so he prefers to keep distances anytime he's with too inquisitive souls. If the danger is too palpable...

You won't be able to take him with you. His survival is paramount to him. He will find an escape, and ask of you to NOT mistake this reaction for empty cowardice. It is self preservation. Wisdom. Instinct.

[animentality]

Random anon love because I'm quirky like that. I love you please fall in love with me. I can cook and stuff and I'll indulge your hyper fixations

*kisses your forehead gently*

you already do, my love.

[thereturningdemise]

If I asked this before, please ignore this, but I feel like I know... How annoying can Ghirahim get? It's obvious he's obsessed with you and would literally lick your feet clean, but... How annoying can he get? Especially with how he flaunts himself at times...

I do not get annoyed easily. He is my loyal sword.

Exercise caution when insulting my followers. I need not lift a finger for it to end poorly for you.

[romanceyourdemons]

Hi! I really love your movie reviews. I was hoping you had some Asian queer film recommendations to screen for a larger audience? Thanks in advance if you answer :))

i’m not a great resource for asian or even just east asian queer film, since most of my interest and familiarity is with chinese film (although the third wife (2018), memento mori (1999), and tokyo godfathers (2003) are queer-themed vietnamese, south korean, and japanese films i’ve enjoyed). in terms of mainland chinese, hong kong, and taiwanese queer film, “the big ones” are farewell my concubine (1993), happy together (1997), and the wedding banquet (1993), all of which are excellent and broadly accessible films. i’m not sure exactly what the nature of your screening is, so if you would prefer a documentary, yang ± yin: gender in chinese cinema (1996) is both an excellent documentary and an excellent resource. tsai ming-liang’s films are also incredible and frequently queer themed—i particularly loved goodbye, dragon inn (2003)—but they can be a little difficult for people who aren’t used to slow cinema. i haven’t seen east palace, west palace (1996) or lan yu (2001) yet, but i know they were both groundbreaking, and if you would prefer a fun queer-themed supernatural mystery, then of course i have to point you to marry my dead body (2023). hopefully this is an okay starting place, people in the notes let me know if i’ve missed something big

[depengu]

🎧!! :)

Waterloo by ABBA

omg i just saw this ahhhhh but 🎶i couldnt escape if i wanted too WATERLOO🎶

[certified-ultimate-simp]

the self ship community isn't so bad if you know whom to avoid- but i'm not here for me, i'm here for you-

i believe atem should call you his queen and take you out on nighttime strolls; as you two hold hands and hold each other close. the night is nigh and time seems slower because you two are together and atem wouldn't have it any other way

AUGULFAULSGILSGOPSHOPG hi Mari dove-

I hope you know I'm smiling like an absolute idiot right now, and I also now have an urge to write more on this. To which I will do so.

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Nightly walks are always nice, especially when no other people are around. For us, it's nothing but the silence, perhaps a slight breeze, the night sky and moonlight, and each others warmth and company. Stargazing, walking through flower fields at the park or late night dates, it's always a comforting and wonderful experience.

Then again, there's some nights we won't go for walks, and instead, just stay inside. Movie nights, cuddles, reminiscent talks about the past if we're in that sort of mood, maybe even a duel or two. I always lose, but I feel like I'm getting better, hehe~ You didn't hear this from me, but I always try to fluster him to get the upper hand. It works, sometimes~

The pet names, hand holding, and physical affection are ways we show each other our love, though sometimes they're used as tactics to try and fluster the other in order to either get something or tease them. It's cute whenever one of us succeeds~

I do love my Pharaoh, and I know he loves me too. Our relationship, I like to think, is based on trust and that emotional bond we have, as well as that comforting presence and sense of home that we give to each other. I don't think either of us would have it any other way, honestly. And that's fine by me~

[cherrylight]

Top 5 favorite cat breeds? :)

KITTY TIME KITTY TIME KITTY TIME

i love cats SO MUCH but i CANNOT for the life of me REMEMBER BREEDS BLARGH

siamese cat !! i just think theyre SO beautiful !

persian cat ! i think i had a persian kitty and she was the sweetest thing ever :( i miss her

american shorthair <3 i am so positive that i have two american shorthair kitties and they are the SWEETEST ANGELS EVER i love cats

ragdolls... theyre so cute ! they look like little angels, they look like cute little clouds to me idk how to explain that

bombay cats !! ok mostly because theyre black cats and i love black cats..... theyre so special to me i love them SO MUCH GHDJDFKHDFH

[a-girl-named-angel]

"My darling princess~ May I ask for your analysis, too? Ma chérie 🖤"

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

(Not in this timeline for obvious reasons)

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

(Chances) of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends (?) / good friends / best friends (?) / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh wow he’s kinda cute / I love them / why is he flirting with me, a stranger?

current impression of them:

(See above for lack of them getting to know each other yet lol)

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[wanderingmind867]

What are some of your favorite quotes from Bob’s Burgers? Can be a top five, can be from a specific character or episode, can be from the movie, anything you want!

Thank you for the ask. Also, I'm deeply sorry for not responding. I mainly didn't respond because I wasn't sure completely how to, and I didn't quite know how to articulate that. But I think I know how to now. So let's start over:

Thank you for the ask. You know, I'm sure I've got probably got favorite quotes. But for whatever reason, I'm blanking on any quotes that would work here. Maybe I'm only good with remembering trivia and fun facts, and I'm very bad with remembering quotes.

In any case, I'm still very grateful for the ask. You know, I'm just thankful to be included. I'm a pretty shy person (both irl and online), so I don't often get this level of social engagement. So thank you for actually remembering me. It's nice to be acknowledged sometimes.

[ghost-trapped-in-the-screen]

Thoughts on Nagito x Mikan?

I always appreciated how Nagito was the only one that was patient with Mikan (sure it was only really one time but that's still better than everyone else). But I like to imagine during their time at Hope's Peak he stands up for her, even if it is in a quiet, unerving way...

On the other hand, them together would probably be chaos for each other. The combination of Nagito's unluckiness and Mikans clumsiness would probably mean they trip over each other more often than others. Nagito wouldn't mind at the start, but maybe after a while...

Whereas, Mikan would probably enjoy Nagito's unluckiness, since he would probably get hurt quite a bit, or at least need the most care, thus, he will always be dependant on Mikan to a degree...

...as long as she doesn't take it too far...