#i didn’t expect this to work

[catpeepeepoopoo]

doodling murderbot everyday until someone reads it - day 2

(this is pretty much a scene from a fic that i don’t remember unfortunately but it was about gurathins family being transphobic)

[puppppppppy]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[chloesimaginationthings]

Maannn, the tape girl design is so so good!!!

She's so pretty!!

IM GLAD YALL liked Tape girl’s design!!

[tarteggs]

bought dmc on a whim last month and then got a little too into it

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[kelin-is-writing]

Not some peoples on here and TikTok going:

“You don’t like the ending because your favorite character died”

Hell yeah? Literally why wouldn’t I be pissed that my favorite character who could be saved died? Dabi has one of the most realistic backstories and best characterizations in Mha, actually not only in Mha but Anime/Manga in general and do you know how taboo of topics domestic violence, child abuse and raping are in Japan? Mind you, Japan is a country that has domestic violence normalized in their country as part of marriage and somehow education too. Y’all might think I’m joking but victims of domestic abuse in Japan are struggling very much to this day, but Japanese peoples rarely talks about it because Japan is a “Family Image” oriented society (Endeavor and the Himuras showed it enough me thinks) so they categorically refuse to let people know abuse happens, especially the abusers.

“Oh BuT aLL aBuSeRs DoN’t WaNt It To Be KnOwN”, I know but in Japan it’s normalized to just live through it and that (together with bullying) it’s one of the reasons the suicide rate in Japan is one of the highest globally, hope it helps to get a better grasp on everything I’m trying to say.

Horikoshi has depicted it perfectly, because you know… He lives there and even the final outcome (Rei becoming Enji’s caretaker after years of abuse) it’s very much Japanese style. Which is why the Todoroki family ending it’s wrong and disturbing. Wrong, and disturbing.

And as if one of Enji’s victims becoming his caretaker isn’t enough, one of his other victims had to die because of his actions.

“No BuT tOuYa WeNt OfF wItH hIs QuIrK oN hIs OwN”, and who was the main reason and cause he went off like that with his Quirk? Endeavor.

Yep. Thought so too.

I don’t get why some of you are bending backwards, doing backflips and cartwheels to defend Endeavor just because he’s an Hero like— I’m sorry but he is the depiction of a realistically fact that even if your job (YOUR JOB!) is to save other people, behind closed doors that same person who saves other people can still be a shitty person who’s a curse to his own family, because Endeavor is just Enji Todoroki’s façade.

And he’s a well-written character because the depiction of abuser Horikoshi did of him it’s accurate to reality. Enji is egotistical, narcissistic, greedy, self-centered and selfish, which are all the characteristics that made him physically unable to actually address any of what he did until Dabi’s reveal, despite knowing that he was dead wrong and that together with the fact that he waited almost a decade to apologize to his family, is the reason why I genuinely don’t give a flying fuck about his “redemption”. If sorrow was eating you alive why didn’t you apologize sooner, trash?

Touya never got the closure he deserved, actually none of the Leagues got it and you know why? Because the whole War arc was rushed, you can tell by the way Shigaraki was offed. From a writing standpoint it was laughable, seriously.

What’s even worse is that… Nothing has actually changed in the Hero society despite the fact that nine years have passed, because people like Touya, Shigaraki and Toga will never be actually saved because Heroes have failed miserably to save the prime examples of what’s to be saved.

And no, they weren’t saved because death isn’t salvation for people who want to live, be accepted and loved. You guys that think this way genuinely scare me and I want y’all far away from me.

Like— To sum what I’m trying to say: We can’t cry and hate Mha’s ending because of all this, but some of y’all can cry, kick sheets, throw up, crashout and hate the ending over fucking ships?

Wow…

[meltedmush]

Keep making the Binghorse. We gotta ward off people from entering this fandom. We need to keep it pure. I fr don't want this fandom to become famous. I'm scared that there will be toxic fans left and right.

HAHA I absolutely understand the sentiment. I feel a bit contradictory since I want more people to appreciate SVSSS, but the at the same time I like small tight knit communities and I personally can’t handle large fandoms whatsoever. 😭

Although I do feel as though describing the SVSSS as pure is very funny for how lawless this fandom is. But behavior wise, it is definitely a very positive and supportive space!! I haven’t met anyone or seen anything unpleasant since I’ve entered the fandom. Albeit, it’s only been a few months since I’ve started interacting with the fandom, and over half a year since I first read SVSSS, so I have no clue what horror stories the SVSSS fandom has. (I honestly haven’t interacted with that many SVSSS fans tbh…. Even though I want to.)

In addition, funny enough, I feel as though the book almost acts as its own barrier of entry. SVSSS isn’t the type of book you can read once unless you’re good at reading against the grain and noticing all the nuances and subtext. I know the first time I read SVSSS, SVSSS disturbed and confused me so badly. I talked to a few other people who read SVSSS once, who said that LBH and SQQ’s relationship felt like Stockholm syndrome. But people who’ve read SVSSS several times will know, that is not the case, and that SQQ is an INSANELY UNRELIABLE narrator.

I honestly find it funny how effective Binghorse or all the other skin creatures is at filtering toxic fans.😂

There’s always a general reaction to the skin creatures: “Omg, cute!!”, “wtf, but I like it”, “wtf”. Or getting blocked, or death threats. (I haven’t received any…? I don’t think…? One message I received is definitely debatable since I can’t tell if it’s sarcastic or not….😭)

But regardless, I’ll definitely keep drawing Binghorse!!! It’s actually really enjoyable!

[fistfuloflightning]

Bitter Truth

[bunitivity]

Kissing it better 💕

(he hadn’t meant to do all that he was just startled lol)

[mrsfitzgerald]

📸(c)

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hehehe

[after-hours-art]

Sister's Mister

MDNI --> MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Pairing: Chuck Bass x f!reader

Genre: rather poor attempt to smut with a bit of fluff

Warnings: usage of AI as an inspiration and prompt during writing intimate scene (and intimate scene only) due to my incompetence in that field, step-incest, language, foreplay, intoxication of both reader and character, alcohol, mentioning of drugs,

(It's probably the worst piece of literature you'll ever read, but I tried my best, I promise)

You're annoying. Like hell. Wearing those designer dresses. As if upgrade to Upper East Side made the shyness you brought all the way from the Eastern Europe vanished in matter of days. Out of all Lily's husbands, Chuck never thought she'd marry after his father died. Yet alone marry some shady businessman from Europe. Talk about patchwork families. He rolls his eyes when you walk past him. He can't even read a fucking paper in his own living room without you walking in, that Constance uniform haven't appeared so hot to him since Blair Waldorf. He groans quietly when you bend over the kitchen counter to talk to Eric.

- Fucking... - Chuck hisses and gets off the couch.

- You okay? - you turn to him, with that innocent expression on your face. The only thing that is left of old Y/N.

- Never been better...

- You sure? You look little... pale? - you start to walk towards him.

- I SAID I'M FINE. No need to play mother. - he scoffs.

You rise your eyebrows, little hurt but you stop.

- Umm... okay... Then... shall we get going, Eric? I can't miss my first day of junior year in new school.

- Yup.

Eric grabs his bag. He let you go first, stopping by Chuck. Younger boy looks at his stepbrother.

- Chuck... I know that look. Leave Y/N alone. - Brunette boy warns before following you. Chuck rolls his eyes. It's not like he would throw himself on you. He's not dumb, at least not anymore. Days of reckless, sexually frustrated Chuck Bass are the matter of past now. Especially that he's not looking forward to being hit in the face by your father, like Dan Humprey did when he found Chuck and his little sister Jenny on that roof. Chuck has grounds to believe that out of all Lily's husbands your father looks most manly and definitely would hold back the least if Chuck would do as little as look at you in bad way in his presence.

Chuck groans, running his hand along his cock through his pants. All he had to do is to somehow make you come to him. Worst part of this plan is that he has no idea now.

//

You stand at the courtyard of Constance with Eric and a few boys from his class. They all like you. You look different. You carry yourself differently. You don't strive to be Blair's successor. As if social hierarchy meant nothing to you. Maybe that's why you're even more interesting target? You're like a pure, innocent lamb waiting to be corrupted. And, as the matter of fact - the devilish reputation of Chuck's is like a testament that he should be the one to pull you on the dark side. At least those are thoughts that run through his head when he looks at you from behind the corner. You're annoying. You won't even wear shorter skirts despite all other girls doing so. You're also blind to that guy's flirting. Chuck sighs. At least it's Wednesday. Wednesday, meaning Eric has his stupid chess club.

After classes, Chuck waits by his limousine, leaning against the mask. As soon as he spots you on the stairs, he waves.

- Y/N! - he smiles in a charming way and opens the door to the limousine for you.

- Chuck... w-what do I owe this honour? - you ask hesitantly. Eric warned you about Chuck. You know 'the Jenny incident'.

- Can't I just be a good stepbrother and pick my little sister up? - he raises his eyebrows.

- He can, but... it's you. - you say, hesitantly getting in the limousine. You put your bag next to you to create a wall between you and Chuck, just in case.

- It's me? - he asks, getting in himself. Once he closes the door, the limousine driver pulls on the roads of New York.

- Yeah. You. Chuck Bass. - you say and turn to look at him. He is handsome, and you can't deny that. There's something in the way he looks at you right now, something in the way he respectfully keeps a seat of space between you two. But you can't tell if it's a smartly calculated facade to nudge you to lower your guard, or is he really not as bad as Eric portrayed him.

- So... being Chuck Bass, is that bad? You want me to change my name for you?

- No. It's not about the name. It's about who you are.

- Listen, whatever Eric told you, I can explain it. I'm not some spawn of a devil despite what everyone says about me, angel.

- Angel? - you raise your eyebrows.

- Yeah. Angel. You seem like a purest soul on the Upper East Side. - he says, corner of his lips lifting in a smirk.

- Purest soul on Upper East Side? - you repeat after him. You catch yourself staring at him, his penetrating brown eyes. For a second, you find yourself falling for him, quickly picking up your composure. I take a deeper breath. It seems like it was the truth about Bass's charm spells. Chuck smiles and chuckles. He knows that look. Those red cheeks, that turning away gaze. It feels like he repeats this type of conversion every time a stereotypically 'good girl' finds herself falling for him.

- Yeah. Like a little angel. - he smiles, turning his head to look outside the window. The silence falls inside the limousine, broken only my sounds of the engine and traffic. You look at him again. He looks so neat for a high school senior. His behaviour, his accent, even simply his face... it all is so fascinating and attractive for you. Maybe simply because he's different from boys you're used to? Maybe because he's an American and you're European? Maybe it's that dark aura that seems to surround him? Whatever that is... it cannot be good if you're falling for your brother. Step-brother but still a brother.

//

November. Saturday. Saturdays on the Upper East Side meant parties. Including one's threw by your very own stepsister, Serena van der Woodsen. As much as it is for you to 'introduce your to society', it is simply her desperate attempt to save her reputation after the latest scandal. It's not like you know any of those loud people. You stand alone by the kitchen counter, checking out the drinks. Not every day you get to be in the middle of such a party with such wide alcohol drinks range. Giving it some thought, you down two small shots. Sipping on rose champagne, you try to spot at least single friendly face in the crowd but you don't know any of those people and Eric is not here, ditching the party for a date with Elliot. You spot Chuck, his arms stretched on the headrest of the couch with two girls who are very likely to end up in his bedroom for the 'after party'.

- Hi.

You hear a sudden voice behind you. As you turn around, you see a guy. He must be a senior, just like Chuck and Serena, since you've never seen him before.

- Hi... - you say hesitantly, trying to fit in the crowd.

- Why so sad and so alone? Let me put a smile on that pretty face. - the guy smiles and hands you orange drink. You stare at pink liquid hesitantly, not taking a sip yet.

- What? - guy chuckles. - It's not poisoned, trust m-... - he starts when he suddenly gets cut off.

- But spiked it is. - deeper voice of your stepbrother says as Chuck walks up to you two.

- First lesson, little angel: ice goes up, drink is spiked. - Chuck says and then looks at the guy. - And you... really thought that it was wise of you to try and drug my little sister in my house? - Chuck rises his eyebrows.

- She's your sister? Dude, you do not look like a fam-

- Patchwork family, ever heard of it? Or you won't because your parents' open marriage works better than divorce? - Chuck gaze turns colder as he takes the drink out of your hands, turning around to pour it out in the sink.

The boy scoffs and mutters curses at Chuck as he walks away, blending in the crowd.

You look up at your stepbrother.

- Thanks. You like... literally saved me.

- No problem, angel. - Chuck pats your shoulder. He looks like he had a drink of two, yet he seems to be still in his right mind.

- Enjoying the party? After all... you're mentioned in credits.

- I... I don't know anyone here. They're your and Serena's classmates, not mine. - you say and smile weakly. Chuck's hand wanders from your shoulder to your arm.

- So... little sister isn't having any fun? - he hums, gently pulling you behind himself as he walks to his bedroom. Closing the door behind himself, he pulls you closer.

- Sit down. - he orders as he walks to his bookshelf, searching for something. You obediently sit down on his bed. The whole room smells like expensive whiskey and some type of colone that he's using. Maybe a bit of lavender softener as maids changed duvets yesterday.

- There you go.

To your surprise, he hands you a book. No alcohol, no drugs, a book.

- It's some romance novel. I saw you eyeing it.

- Thanks but... why?

- So you can have your 'fun'. I'm not a monster, I won't keep you at the party that you visibly got bored of after the first two songs. You're our little sister Y/N, and as much as Serena needs to save her public image, you deserve something out of Saturday night, too. - he smiles, taking some pills from the bedside table.

- Chuck?

- What? No worries, I won't spike anyone's drink. I'm not that much of an asshole. Not anymore, at least.

You look up at him from his bed, your eyes sparkling a little. You're lost in those brown eyes. You hesitantly put the book aside, getting off the bed. Seeing you getting closer, Chuck puts away the pills and turns to you. Pulled to each other as if there was a magnet between you two. Both drunk, yet not losing your minds just yet. Chuck hesitantly puts his hand on your cheek.

- Don't do dumb things, angel.

Your gaze remains locked on his, as if you didn't hear him at all.

- Angel... that's a really thin line you're crossing... - Chuck hisses through clenched teeth, as he realises he starts feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. His hand drops from your cheek to your neck, gently caressing your nape.

Chuck's fingers tightened on your hip, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of your throat.

- Last chance to back out, angel. - he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. - This is no game.

Your body trembles, your resolve crumbling under the weight of your longing. 

-Tell me to stop. - he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, even as your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt. 

- Please... - you mutter. A low growl of need comes from his throat, the sound sending a thrill through your body. 

- Fuck it... - he hisses, and then his mouth find yours, hungry and demanding. You melt into the kiss, months of pent-up desire exploding to the surface. Chuck's hands roams your curves, squeezing and stroking with growing urgency. Your hands find their way to his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as your lips part. As he deepens the kiss, his right hand finds its way to edge of your dress. Of course you have to wear something short. Annoying him for months by now. His hand grips on the black material, not daring to do anything further. When you finally break the kiss he gently pushes you on the bed. You sit down, breathing heavily. Chuck stares at you, partially in horror for what he has down after swearing to himself that he has changed.

- We shouldn't. This... this is bad, Y/N. - the tries to reason, yet his eyes are glued to your body, the way the dress hugs you, emphasising all the right places. You look up at him.

- What if I want to?

- Then... - Chuck pauses, unsure what to do pursue his desires like he always did or be a better man he's trying to be since his father died and since Lily married your father. He slowly walks closer to you, dropping his blazer on the floor. Soon, he finds himself hoovering over you.

- Are you sure...? - he asks carefully, question he stated merely second time in his life before physical intimacy. When you nod, he hesitantly caresses your cheek. You're gorgeous and delicate. Like a little angel that he gets to corrupt.

- Use your words, angel. I won't believe you if you won't say it. - he says quietly, his voice barely auditable through loud music outside the room. You hesitate for a moment. Maybe it is too much alcohol, maybe just heat of the moment that finally opens your mouth.

- I'm sure. - you say as your hand finds his neck, pulling him closer to you. You part your lips a little, kissing him. As you do, his hand grips on your jaw a little, in almost possessive gesture. He taste your lips, sweet taste of strawberry champagne you had mixes with bitterness of his favourite whiskey.

A longer moment of hesitation lingers between you two, as if either is too scared to cross the line. That's till Chuck's lips start to gently pepper your neck with kisses as his hand slides up your leg to stop at the edge of your right black stocking. You hold your breath for a second when his lips move to your inner thigh, his hot breath grazing over your delicate skin.

- Easy there, angel. - he murmurs, noticing your nervousness, kissing down your thigh until he reaches your right knee. With almost religious precision, he pulls your right stocking down, resuming to the Dame on your left leg. As he pulls down your left stocking, he leaves gentle kisses along your left inner thigh, his warm breath making you shiver. Your heartbeat quickens, not only due to alcohol you had but also your stepbrother, yet time seems to be frozen as he workships your body. His fingers slowly unzip your dress, black material revealing your white underwear. In his eyes, you're now purest little angel, all in white in his dark bedroom, muffled song by Cheat Codes blasts in the living room, giving you two even more emotions to the mix.

- Beautiful... - Chuck mutters, slowly kissing you. As you gasp against his lips, you feel his tongue slide in your mouth, deepening the kiss. His hand grips on your ass, not daring to pull the underwear down just yet. If not the human need for air, he wouldn't break this kiss. The atmosphere in Chuck's bedroom feels heavier and warmer with each hungry kiss that he leaves on your collarbones and neck, making sure that he gets to kiss every inch of you. Unlike his regular self, despite being intoxicated, he doesn't hurry with his actions, as if something held him back. Could be his broken relationship with Blair, could be memories of that night on the rooftop with Jenny or awareness that there are people behind the door and some drunk idiot can enter any moment. Yet that never stopped him before. Something is awfully different this time. He knows it when you pull him in for a kiss, your fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt, soon pushing red material off his shoulders. For a sole second, he hesitates. You're his stepsister for a little over six months now. If your father ever finds out, he'll not only beat the crap out of him, sue him, but also probably divorce Lily. And hurting his stepmother, who was only good to him, isn't part of Chuck's plan.

- Angel... Y/N.. - Chuck tries to reason, but the second your hands unbuckle his belt, his right mind is gone. His eyes darken with desire as he helps you pull his black trousers off him, soon leaving you both in merely underwear. He leans down, kissing you slowly, every move dripping of passion and care - something rarely shown towards his sexual partners. He runs his hand through your hair, his lips slowly wandering lower to your collarbone, cleavage, to stop at your midriff. He pauses you, look at you, his gaze bearing straight into yours as he bites on the edge of your panties. For the second time in his life, he didn't feel like it is careless, teenage romance.

- Angel...? Have you ever...? - he asks, silent question lingering in the air as he traces tiny circles with his finger on your hips.

- N-no... - you asnwer quietly, too caught up in a moment to elaborate. Chuck pauses his doings.

- What? You're... fuck! - he wants to slap himself. He's not a first-time guy. He is not a suitable first-time guy for you. Not when you're both intoxicated. Not when you're obviously more drunk than he is. Not now.

- Chuck... - you try to pull him closer, but he only slides out of your weak grip. His breaths are heavy and deep. It wouldn't be his first drunken sex. But it would be yours. He feels something like a sting in his heart at that thought. Without a word, he sits on the bed, reaching for whiskey glass on his bedside table. He downs the drink, alcohol burns his throat as he hopes it will burn his mind. You lay next to him in your underwear, looking all cute yet sexy.

- You're so damn annoying, Y/N... - he mumbles, trying to put his sweater over your head to keep you warm. He's a jerk but not a monster. He won't let his little stepsister freeze. Even if he was close to fucking her minutes ago.

//

When you wake up, it's probably around noon. It seems like you must have passed out during last night's party. Ringing in your head and no memories hint you that you had quite a night. You slowly sit up, confused by being in merely underwear and by not your sweater on you. Suddenly, the door opens, and no one else but Chuck steps inside, coffee mug in one hand, glass of water with dissolving pill inside in other.

- For your headache, Angel. - he says as he hands you water with aspirin pill in it. He sits down next to you.

- You okay?

- Hungover... - you complain, drinking little water to hydrate your dry mouth. You look around, just now realising that you're in Chuck's room. Cogs in your brain slowly start to work as you add one thing to another.

- Did we...? - you ask nervously, the silent question lingering between to two. Chuck only scoffs, taking a sip of his coffee.

- Despite your... undoubted eagerness I had to be a bigger man. We did, however, share a few... meaningful kisses.. - he says in a low, little groggy voice as he runs his fingers across your covered in hickeys collarbones. - Sorry for those ones. Just wear turtlenecks till they fade.

- So we didn't...?

- No. You're my little sister. And I'm not some kind of a monster. At least not anymore. I got a little carried away, but I wouldn't take advantage of your drunk ass. - he says, finishing his coffee. - You're hot Y/N, I'm not gonna lie. And you drive me crazy and I know you like me too. I see the way you look at me. But... it's wiser that we'll keep our distance. We're... family now. Can't be my own sister's mister, can I? - he chuckles. - Though... royal families did marry within each other, so... maybe one day. - he leans to you as he kisses your forehead. Slowly getting off the bed, he stops mid step and turns to you.

- Oh... and Lily and your dad aren't back yet. But I highly advise getting out of my room, showering, and changing. - he says, walking out of his bedroom. You stare blankly at him for a moment before you get off the bed and rush after him.

- Chuck. - you call him, catching him in the kitchen. You look at the tore down living room, and you know Lily will be pissed. Chuck looks up from the newspaper he started reading.

- What?

Without a word, you walk up to him. You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before you speak.

- Thanks. That... despite everything I've heard about you... you turned out to be so different. - you say, your voice is still a little groggy from last night drinking. Your stepbrother only chuckles. He stares at you, his gaze softer than usually, or just your hungover makes you imagine things.

- No problem, little Angel.

[stellar-collective]

Would it be alright if you draw anyone stuck dealing with paperwork? I don't know who's the one most likely to be have a giant backlog of papers and tasks to sort through.

My bet is Phoenix though.

neither of them have done any paperwork since Rising Phoenix and it’s finally caught up with them

[clownsuu]

WAaaahh your wally x howdy art is so cute!!! Please draw more of them

G o o d cause they are now my current hyper fixation UEDDJSCJCHSDJHDHDHD-

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[smilesrobotlover]

Drew this a while ago but what if…. Wedding dress…. Hhhggggghh