#haidys hell

[batsylikeme]

bat-family faceclaim༄࿔

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BRUCE WAYNE - Richard Madden

DICK GRAYSON - Taylor Zakhar Perez

BARBRA GORDAN - Jessica Chastain

CASSANDRA CAIN - Riley Lai Nelet

JASON TODD - Jamie Flatters

DUKE THOMAS - Kedar Williams-Stirling

STEPHANIE BROWN - Alyvia Alyn Lind

TIM DRAKE - William Gao

DAMIAN WAYNE - Malachi Barton

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pls don’t threaten my family’s life for this thank u 🩶

[marune2]

How Ida whas original planed chapter 1

Summary

Ida is the junges twin sister here of Nacht and Morgan year Morgan is the Angel Nacht the Emo and Ida the Wilde card

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Ida is Boring her Brother are of Morgan help’s some people in the magic knights and Nacht running araund again and make he’s crime so what do Ida do? Sure she can help people but this is Boring and make crime like Nacht is Boring too right now so it’s time to try new stuff

So Ida thinks she wants too go as Morgan araund again there Morgan is good whit people so she stealing some clothes again from him

And then go’s she too the black Market too buying new stuff and she did see yami and Nacht gamble there so she wants too try it

Year funny she win really mush and she get’s Magic mushroom‘s and of curse she eat them oh this whas fun

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Morgan whas helping araund in the city as he hear this some magic creatures messing araund so he going too help but he did not dare too imagine this he’s sister is the cause of it her Magic Gose wild as fuc€

Morgan did Wunder what the hell his little sister Normally don’t do something like this as he see the he’s sister walking as him araund again and laughing like a mad Mann and scream some no sense

Ida: haidy hoooo!!!!! Dance my devils dance like a Angels the light want’s too see you !!!!!!

Morgan: Ida!!!!“scream he at her but she doesn’t hear him is she under magic influence?!

He did try too cash her whit he’s magic but year she is so Fast as he whit her magic too she did just laugh at him

But then falling she asleep on the ground

Morgan then get’s her she sleeping like a rock but take her to Owen year

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Owen: Ah Morgan you sister going be fine

Morgan: is she ok?! What happened too her

Owen: she whas influence on Magic mushrooms but she going be fine she should wake up in the next day

Morgan:What?!

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Ida have the „talk“ of her life Nacht finde out too what happened and now are her big Brother mad at her for taking drugs

Ida : ach come on you tow it’s whas just one time my whas Boring I swear I will never take some again I promise I swear

Nacht glare at her : I hope you do you don’t want’s my more mad as right now

Morgan: I’m hope too Ida this whas wrong what you did I believe you understand this too“smile

Ida: year I know you tow I did have a horrible trip from this it’s whas like a fifer dream……….

Nacht: I Hope so Ida I swear I will burn you drawing‘s if you doing this again „glare at her

Ida get’s pale as he did say it : what?! No come on I promise it but say you did not see what I draw…….

Nacht?: why should I?

Morgan: what did you draw this you react like this???

Ida: you don’t want’s too know so can I go now???

Nacht: Now I’m interested“smile evil

Ida: god Nacht No!!!! I Swear Don’t!!!

Then wanish Nacht in the shadow’s

Ida: I’m death Morgan it’s are just drawing‘s ok nothing seriously I promise

Morgan: um…what did you draw???

Ida: we see us in one Weck say Nacht I did say it!!!!“run in the shadow’s away too

Morgan:wha-

In this moment hear Morgan Nacht scream :WHAT THE HELL IDA!!!!!!!“

Morgan then in her room wo he see Nacht burn her drawings

Morgan: Nacht what did you do you can’t do it!!!!“but then see Morgan what Ida draw…….year he need a big cake after this………

It‘s him and Nacht whit yami do adults stuff in the drawing‘s and this is really hart stuff……Nope just Nope Morgan just don’t want’s too see more god

And Nacht need a drink he’s sister did. draw stuff he never dare too think and Nice now can’t he see yami in the eyes after what he did see in Ida’s drawing’s

[atypicalacademic]

👤 , 💀 & 💓 all for balam, haidi and sybilla, pretty please? 😚✨

👤 - what's the origin behind their name? [either within or outside of their lore]

Balam means "strength", which is pretty on the nose for what her patron arcana is. She chose that name soon when she came to Vesuvia, after the last big falling out with her parents. The name they called her was Thejas, which meant glory and radiance. "Strength" was better. "Strength", she could do. "Strength" was human, and maybe she could be human. Maitreya was the name of her grandparent- both Balam and her sister were given that in their names as was customary. It means "Harmony," and Strength and Harmony are pretty much Balam's brand. The family name Edayil, she dropped as soon as she cut off ties with her family. Thangam kept it, however.

Haider means "brave", and Wazim is a patronymic, of course. His father named him that because "it's a handsome name", and I mean yeah, look at him. I think it fits because to be kind the way he is,, to choose to be kind over and over again in a world that dealt him loss and cruelty, is incredibly brave. He gets hurt for it, hell, he even dies for it, but he's so stubbornly gentle, stubbornly kind, because he musters the courage for it, every time.

Sybilla- "Prophetess"- Her mother before her was also a magician, and just like Sybilla herself, she was threatened by the Scourge into never using her gift, no matter how powerless it rendered her. Even though Liv died far before Sybilla could even remember her, she knew that her daughter had magic in her- I think the name was hope, and a kind of threat- the Prophetess heralds change, and maybe this was the last magician the Scourge can keep under the thumb. When they tried, they soon found out they'd made their last mistake.

💀 - what do you dislike about them/what would you dislike about them, if they were a real person?

Balam can be way too competitive, incredibly fixated on Winning and Being Right over like, actual concerns. The perfectionism gets pretty grating if you work with her, and she's really, really volatile, strangely touchy about things you never see coming. Still a darling though.

Haider's martyr complex. Like- calm down, you're not a better person for being so righteously self-sacrificing. The self-righteousness too. Part of having an identity so wrapped up in being a Good Person is the black and white thinking he really needs to work on.

Sybilla- Um. The pathological lying, the refusal to take accountability, the constant denial, the evasion, the running away when what she needs to do is face what's happened and own up to it, the selfishness with which she approached the Plague which is pretty much to only extend her help when Lucio was directly affected? The need for power at almost any cost? I'd probably add the series of cold-blooded murders too, but who am I kidding? I like that about her.

💓 - what's something small that holds great significance to them? why?

Balam: She loses things all the time bless her- but she's rarely seen without her lion's head brooch; it's a crest from her hometown in East Prakra, and the one thing from home she could look at post memory loss without getting Memory Loss Headache. You wouldn't tell though, with how much she keeps dropping the thing everywhere.

Haider: A lot of things- Zainaba's sandal-colored scarf, her books, his father's paints- but those are givens. He's really attached to this one sketchbook he has- it's very old, the pages are filled, and his artistic style's grown since then, but he remembers the comfort it gave him when he first had to hit the road with Sybilla, and he remembers the boy he was then and how far he's come. It's almost like a map of his own survival.

Sybilla- The white rose clip- a hair ornament that was Lucio's first gift to her after his coronation. It was his first Stated just-because gift and she's never been given a just-because gift before, and it's such a Lucio thing, so she treasures it. For reasons. Undisclosed reasons.

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

3/15/21:  It was 50 years ago this month, March of 1971, the Flamin’ Groovies release their third LP titled ‘Teenage Head.’  What a cool record.  This is the FG’s last record with crazy vocals front man Roy Loney... and this is certainly his album, as he is all over the place... sometimes sounding like a swampy blues man (’Doctor Boogie’), sometimes Elvis (’Evil Hearted Ava’), sometimes proto-punk (title track), and sometimes... just normal Rock guy (’Whiskey Woman’).  This is one of those bands it is very hard to ‘get’ in a vacuum... and I really really try to avoid sounding pretentious, but if you just picked up this record and played it, you may not find anything really special about it... I think one might think it is just some washed up Rock and Roll record.  But at the time, it’s rival in critical circles was no less than the Stones’ ‘Sticky Fingers’ (coming soon!), as being representative of the true Rock and Roll interpreters... it’s been said (or at least I read it in AMG) that the Stones represented the Chess side of R&R, while the FG’s were the Sun side.  What do I think?  Of their early 3 1/2 albums this one was kind of a black sheep for a while... but then over time I started to ‘get’ it... there I go again!  Now, after hearing it all the way through for likely the 20th time, I seem to find value in all the tracks.  ‘High Flyin’ Baby’ is the fucking awesome opener... the guitar sounds like it’s grinding it’s riffs out, I’m not sure if that’s Loney or Cyril Jordan, or both, but they somehow make it metal without metal... freaking buzzsaw!  And then we lighten up for what seems like a lost song from ‘Beggar’s Banquet’... ‘City Lights’ could easily replace ‘No Expectations’ (not that I don’t like that tune... it’s more of mild slam on the FG’s for parroting the Stones’ vibe than anything)... it’s got this wonderful little mid-tempo coda... fast codas on slow songs are underrated!  Then we have a cover of a Randy Newman song... coincidentally the only song I liked off ‘12 Songs’ (I was mean that night), ‘Have You Seen My Baby?’... when they say ‘Hold On’ on the choruses it just works so much better than the original.  After another bluesy number, the decent ‘Yesterday’s Numbers’, we finally get to the sorta obscene sounding title track, although the lyrics don’t really indicate that (well... yeah actually they do, but you gotta listen carefully...)... for a LONG time I knew only this song from this record because it was on a FG’s greatest hits record that focused on their second career as retro-Brit Invasion dudes (won’t get there on this blog unfortunately)... this was the only track representing the Roy Loney days.  So I didn’t think much of it then, but it is definitely a bit caked in the recently absorbed Detroit sounds of the Stooges and MC5, as supposedly the band was awash in their influence at the time.  After a couple more Rockabiliy-ish tunes, we get to one of the best tracks on the record ‘Doctor Boogie.’  If there’s such a thing as R&R from a happy hell, this is it... I can’t think of any other way to describe it... I want to ‘a-haidy hay’ also!... whatever that means... every time Loney says ‘mow the lawn’ right before the solo, I get the chills... it’s fucking great.  Try not to bob your head along!  It’s songs like these that makes me the most jealous of those who can play instruments... like, I want to do this!  And then we get to the album finale ‘Whiskey Woman’, which I’ve linked... probably one of the most fitting album ending songs, it’s just this slow crawl of a blues-rock song that takes off towards the end... a few songs on this record have what I call ‘critical codas’... that is, without the coda the song isn’t quite as good IMHO.  Anyway, with the codas the songs rule.  Besides the regular record (which is pretty short at 30 minutes) most CD versions of this album come with several outtakes that just about double the record’s length, which is awesome if you like what you’ve heard thus far.  Here most notably is their raucous cover of the Guess Who’s ‘Shakin’ All Over’... great little jam in that tune, and they rival the Who as far as excellent covers of the tune.  The other outtakes are decent too, with another long jam in their version of ‘Louie, Louie’ that’s pretty damn noisy.  Really they should have made this whole thing the album because it ends on a very good ending number, the instrumental ‘Going Out Theme - Version Two’... like it, like it all.  This is one of those records I would implore the curious listener to have it on as background music at a drunken party (once we can have those again! fucking COVID).  So I’m done talking about this record, but I want to also say about the band, the Flamin’ Groovies’, that they would flame out for a few years after this record, with scattered singles, management issues, and Loney leaving... and then between 1976 and 1978 they would transform into this bizzare Power Pop group that sounds like a cross between the Beatles and the Byrds... their 1978 album ‘Flamin Groovies Now!’ is another amazing record, but sounds nothing like this one.  They may as well have been two bands.  Anyway, someday I’ll talk about post-1974 music.

[askcollegepark]

Kyle: I like thighs.

Kenny: heheheh. Boobs are great. But I also like a good ass~

Butters: butts, for sure.

Stan: honestly, boobs. Even though kyle’s flat~

Cartman: aaahhh, yeah, boobs for me, too.

Haidi: …..do i….really have to answer this….?

Clyde: butts! And Thighs! And Boobs! Hell, I like them all.

Tweek: gah, what? um....butts? i don’t know, man.

Craig: heheh. i like thighs. but boobs are cool, too. 

[gnzma]

curiousobjecthead​:

“ It’s the grey, it’s the – I don’t know, the color ? ”

“ I don’t fuckin’ know – ASK SEAL !! I DUNNO !! ”

“...hold on-”

Picks up phone

“UMMM HELLO SEEL???? I MISSED YOU BABY! HOW’S HAIDI? oOOOH I’M SO SORRY!!!!!! SO ANYWAY I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL THE DEAL WAS WITH THE GREY AT THE END OF T-

he said it’s ‘the grave’.”

[wormdykes]

Lightening, coffee, storms!

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

legitimately bad was the one time i drunk texted an ex. bad but not necessarily awful was when i called haidy and spoke on the phone w them for lik 25 min but dont remember any of it lmao

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? 

it depends! cold: caramel frappuccino w extra caramel, or during the summy i get a very berry hibiscus refresher with lemonade and warm: pumpkin spice latte! i’d trust rob or emily or you with my order!!!

storms: you on only listen to one song for the res!!!t of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

see one person! i already live in auditory hell lmao

[moonlightmisfortunes-blog]

have you ever said a curse word in church? you’re sitting there, ready to give praise to God in this house deemed holy, and that guy from the coffee shop that won’t take no for answer sits too close to you, or its hot as “haidies” and instead of a sigh, like you intended, a four letter word slips out of your mouth. in this temple of Holy and you pray harder than any other prayer that has ever begged it’s way out of your vocal cords that nobody heard Satan himself slip out of your lips? you are embarrassed, and you begin to turn red as hellfire itself. that sweet old lady looks over at you in disgust, begins whispering to her bible study group: “did you hear what she just said? the youth these days, don’t know any respect for the house of God!” you begin to turn over in your mind all the many reasons you were probably going to Hell, but this one four letter word just stamped your one-way ticket underground. you couldn’t help it. these words felt like satin most days and cotton on the others. these words suffocated you, gagged you, freed you, understood you, they are bad but God almighty they felt so good. saying your name felt like saying a curse word in church. my body; the temple of all things Holy. my heart; the praise being sung high and loud with every beat, thump-thump i won’t say it thump-thump you don’t belong here anymore thump-thump i just said it. my face turns as red as hellfire itself, my one-way ticket to Hell stamped by the man at the ticket booth, with a smile his face warps into yours. you’ve been waiting on me. your name felt like satin on some days but other says you choked me like a mouth full of cotton balls, I gag. a five letter curse word, it’s new. and every time I murmur those five little letters out of an alphabet of twenty six, you take me over. i am possessed by memories of how I planned to spend my eternity, with you. five letters form a word too big for my mouth. I pack my bags, see ya later, i’m off to hell now. saying your name, felt like saying a curse word in church, I am damned. you are the demon that swings from my ribcage, but I don’t have the courage to kick you out. a five letter curse word slips out of my mouth.

a curse word in church -s.s

[nedsecondline]

I was taught to hate Palestinians — until I met one

I grew up believing the Arabs wanted to throw us into the sea. Then I met a Palestinian from Gaza, and started to question everything I was ever taught.

By Osnat Ita Skoblinski

A young boy jumps off a wall into the Mediterranean Sea in Akko. (Nati Shohat/Flash90)

As a young girl I believed that Arabs were evil. My belief wasn’t based on personal experience — it was just common knowledge. As befits a coastal country, Israelis would often talk about “throwing people into the sea” — either the evil Arabs throwing us into the sea, or us throwing them in first as a preventive measure.

[tmwinpost]

I spent first grade studying in a bomb shelter because of the first Gulf War. In elementary school, I spent the breaks walking amid the debris and rubble left behind by suicide bombings in Tel Aviv. My high school years were darkened by the shadow of the Second Intifada. This all came together to reinforce a fervent, indiscriminate hatred of the faceless Other who was out to harm us.

Today I work with Israelis and Palestinians at B’Tselem, a human rights NGO that strives to uncover the injustices inherent to the occupation.

This change in my worldview did not happen overnight, and it wasn’t a change that my family and friends could easily accept. It began with a chance meeting with a young Palestinian during a family trip to the United States. He was a friend of friends, he was my age, and we had shared interests. He was from Gaza. He told me what Israel was doing in Gaza, and I told him that that wasn’t possible. It must just be propaganda. After all, it’s common knowledge that Arabs are bad and that Israel’s army is “the most moral in the world.” We became friends and would chat online. He would send me links with information on Gaza. I took it all with much more than a grain of salt.

As the years passed, I read more, studied, met other Palestinians and got to know peace activists. The realization that my country doesn’t always do the right thing, and that not all Arabs are bad, shook me up — it went against everything I was ever taught. The realization that injustice was being committed in my name was hard to swallow. My parents had fought so hard to immigrate to Israel. They escaped the tyranny and anti-Semitism of the Soviet Union in order to reach their promised democracy, where there may be enemies all around but none from within. How could I look them in the eye and tell them that a democracy cannot rule another people, let alone subject them to a Kafkaesque hell.

There was no shortage of semantic discussions over words like “Palestinians” or “occupation.” I was always ready to leap in head first — that is, until I realized that semantics aren’t the point. The heart of the matter stays the same whether you use the word Palestinians, Arabs, or just people; whether you use the word occupation, tyranny, or legitimate settlement. The reality stays the same, only the stories that we tell ourselves change. It’s not easy to change your views. It doesn’t happen overnight. There were four years between first meeting the boy from Gaza and the start of my political activism. Four years filled with introspection, personal and inter-personal struggles, with heated family arguments and slammed doors whose harsh echoes still resonate within me.

Palestinians are turned away from Qalandiya checkpoint after being forbidden from crossing over to Jerusalem to attend the final Friday prayers of Ramadan, June 23, 2017. Israeli authorities allowed women of all ages, men over 40 and children under 12 to enter Jerusalem without military permits on Fridays during the month of Ramadan. (Haidi Motola/Activestills.org)

I began reflecting on all this because this month marks 50 years since the start of the occupation. That’s more years than I have been around. In fact, it’s a lifetime. My parents immigrated into this reality. Will this also be our children’s reality? I wonder how many future generations will be molded into the worldview that Israel is moral and Arabs should be thrown into the sea. How many children will grow up in a reality in which phrases like, “flatten Gaza and make it a parking lot,” are tossed about without anyone so much as raising an eyebrow?

When I speak to groups about my work at B’Tselem, I am sometimes asked if I have hope. I now answer that hope is not relevant in this case. It is a luxury that cannot be a prerequisite for our work. We must continue to fight injustice, with or without hope, because otherwise we become party to it. We must continue to engage in dialogue with people who disagree with us, or see us as enemies from within. As I learned from my own experience, only by meeting other people, only through discourse and understanding — and, of course, by exposure to information — can the world begin to change.

This month marks 50 years of occupation. As a 19-year-old Israeli, I would have said that we are simply doing what is necessary to survive. As a 32-year-old Israeli, I know that we are simply continuing to do what we have been doing for the past 50 years, because there isn’t a good enough reason to stop the swing of this wrecking ball’s pendulum. This month marks 50 years of occupation. What are you going to do so we don’t see 50 more?

Osnat Ita Skoblinski is a journalist and B’Tselem’s digital media coordinator.

[batsylikeme]

𝗁𝖺𝗂𝖽𝗒𝗌’ 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅

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[atypicalacademic]

🌼 for my favorite four cousins + haidi and balam?

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

Gaadha : She sees people for who they are. There's no mask you can wear that she can't look past, no armour that can't be undone by her compassion. Like don't get me wrong she can kill with no hesitation when it comes to it, and seeing through smokescreens has saved her skin and that of others a million times. (A bard knows that words mean many things). But it comes from a place of grace- not judgement or paranoia, and those she loves, their truest selves, are safe with her.

Neethi : Contrary to what she thinks, her disgrace did not break her. Or at least, her mistakes did not destroy the part of her that protects and cares and loves. Even at the worst of her, even at her lowest, Neethi has never given up on wanting to be better. Im glad she now has people she trusts enough to tell her so.

Aurelia : Her devotion has ever hindered her, it's only ever strengthened her. I actually love her belief in her own exceptionalism, even if it may read as arrogant to some others. She believes so much that she can have it all, have her crown cake and eat it too, so that when she says "This I swear by the Maker and His Bride, I shall be blessed, I shall be joyous, I shall be loved", life has no choice but to comply.

Leonard : Loyalty. You'd think a free spirit like him doesn't nest easy, and he doesn't in the ways you'd expect, because he's careful about what cause he swears himself to. But when he does, his body and spirit is all for it, or for them, if we're talking about family, or his country or his love. You can tempt him with heaven and taunt him with hell, but he will not move an inch from where he stands beside you.

Haider : His kindness, of course. 🥺 You don't even need to ask him to help, he's right there. It doesn't matter who you are, or whether he knows you or whether he even likes you; if someone needs healing, if someone is lost, he's there. And he does so without resentment, without expectation of reward. Are you hungry, are you alone, do you need a shoulder to cry on, a place to call home? He's here, he's here, he's always here.

Balam : Balam never gives up hope. Or faith in the world. Or his pursuit of joy. He's suffered so much cruelty that anyone else would just have fallen prey to apathy. Balam couldn't be apathetic if it killed him. (And it did kill him). He takes his anger and his pain and he loves so deliberately, so ardently with it. He's like "on purpose, on purpose I will love you" but he means that about not just a person or two or three, but the world, the whole world, and everything in it.

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Manju

For @gentapprentices Day 5

Haider's familiar is a bullfrog called Manju. They both found each other by the cave in the forest, and it was, well- recognition at first sight. For Haider, finding Manju felt like reconciling himself to a fresh start. He'd always struggled with feeling like a blank page- and Manju felt like home to him, and vice-versa.

Manju absolutely adores the fact that her magician lives with another magician whose magic flows so beautifully through water. Asra makes colorful little pools for her to take a float in, and sometimes she sits at the edge of the tub imperiously, croaking at him to spoil her.

Not to mention, she took one look at Faust and decided that this long danger noodle was her best friend and hell if she doesn't share Haider's protective instincts. She can and WILL throw down with anyone who's unfortunate enough to be less than pleased with Faust. Soon enough, Faust begins to commit crimes and slither off to secure Manju's protection.

When she communicates, it's always in what can be telepathically read as all caps. If Faust's more of a "Friend!", Manju's a "MAGICIAN!!! WAKE UP! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS???!!" She's a frog of habit, and gets unsettled and grumpier than usual when her routine is upset- it does help Asra get his all-over-the-place sleep schedule a little on track. She's gonna raise hell if the shop's not open by opening hours. She also raises hell when Haider inevitably overextends himself and has trouble establishing boundaries. There's always a "HAIDER! KICK THEM OUT IMMEDIATELY!" when her "they're trying to take advantage of my magician" senses go off. And oh boy, those senses are spot on.

Despite her grumpiness, she gets along quite well with the other familiars. Seriously. She even gets along with the dogs (though not with their Papa)- she understands why theyre vicious, and she thinks people misunderstand them a lot.

On a leisurely day, she and Faust like to take a picnic up to the forest for a swim and splash, and then clamber up on to Inanna and let her take them for a hike, eventually ending up with snacks at Muriel's hut.

Other than Haider, Asra and Muriel, Manju's favourite human is Mazelinka. She often goes off on her own to spend afternoons by Mazelinka's windowsill. Maze's so fond of the bullfrog that she made her a tiny eyepatch for when she and Faust heads over to the docks to play Pirate. Manju admires Mazelinka, sees a kindred spirit in her. She thinks she's just like her- brave, loud, and strong enough to stand up for everyone she loves.

Fun fact! Haider was also very close with his mother's familiar- a charming old mongoose called Mallika. It's in her honor that he created his mask and costume for his first Masquerade after moving to Vesuvia. Mallika always thought their little Haidi-Haidi would go on to do great things- she wasn't wrong.