#i am..... I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE WOMEN.

[torrintaighofficial]

I stfg if Dawnfire and Spellweave ever gets published, this is the first artist I’m begging for a portrait of Addi.

I am obsessed.

colouring practice that morphed into knight!gideon

[lobotomy-lady]

I am obsessed w these cornball polygamists who as fully grown adults are still bragging about all the sex they're having like a freshman fraternity bro. sorry but as a woman well into your 20s you really ought to be well aware that a man will fuck a shaved orangutan under the right circumstances . am I supposed to be shocked that they don't draw the line at fat women with mustaches.

[mee30p]

Obsessed with the idea of Daryl who is extremely awkward around women or anyone really who shows any kind of romantic interest in him and who sucks majorly at flirting and he some how bags the really confident, openly flirty, reader who knows what she wants.

I think it would just be like an amazing dynamic of like awkward!Daryl and confident&flirty!Reader and how when they first got together Daryl was so oblivious to the fact that Reader liked him for a while until they spelled it out to him. Idk this just seems so delicious to me

(yes this is what i am feeding you guys until i finish my fic tonight hopefully! it is at like 600-700 words i want it to be 1.1k atleast so heres this for now... kinda a teaser for the next fic?)

[tehamelie]

Okay let's really think about this. While ignoring that ol' ▲-head is a raping, murdering beast with less humanity than Donald Trump:

Those muscles, am I right? No, those are not good muscles. Those are not the muscles of somebody who's made taking care of their body a high priority. As discussed previously, he has the desiccated look that only superhero movie actors achieve by reaching dangerously low levels of body fat and then not drinking water for two days and then going to hospital as soon as the shot is done. It's a I'm-actually-about-twelve-hours-away-from-probably-dying-of-kidney-failure-complications look. But it goes even beyond the obvious implication of deep seated body image problems, because those muscles and that posture tells a story of obsession much more complicated than that of Hugh Jackman getting on the cover of bodybuilding magazines. There are some deeply weird insecurities involved in this man slouching and dragging this giant sword behind him when he in fact has the strength to flail it around like the plastic string of a weed whacker. Like he feels the need to make his entire personality a facade, an image of a lurching zombie mindlessly trundling towards his victims, to hide his actual abilities from the world.

And yeah, the caked layers of filth and blood all over his clothes and biceps and accoutrements is absolutely not sexy. That's not a route to sexual satisfaction, that's a route to lockjaw, legionella, salmonella and who knows what. Let's think about this: If somebody chooses to dress like this, day after day, do you think he's likely to wipe his ass after he shits? I know how the kids lust after this sort of thing just because it's unsafe, I've been a teenager myself, but you know this guy absolutely stinks of poop, rust and rotting blood. Those things smell bad to us for a reason - because of instincts developed over millions of years to keep us alive in the ancestral environment. When I think of licking his iron mask, I think of fucking Ebola.

Would he clean up? Like, if you have him a thorough shower, lots of scrubbing, alternating between soap and chlorine for a few hours until he's literally sterile, actually he's some kind of unkillable monster so why not give him a 400° steam bath to really get that filth out, would that then make him more fuckable? Nah. At that point you've still got a nonverbal, violent, faceless flesh mannequin fucker who hates women. I mean, okay, maybe you're a guy, but I don't think he's into that.

Can people stop saying pyramid head is conventionally attractive he literally doesn’t have a face

[velvetseahorse]

Astrology observations: Nakshatra notes (Part 3)

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Ashlesha natives often have deep, almond-shaped eyes, which I believe can be linked to their deity, the Nagas, and Ashlesha’s association with serpents. Snakes typically have narrow, slit-like eyes, and this serpent symbolism may be reflected in the distinctive, piercing gaze of Ashlesha natives

Brian Jones - Ashlesha ☽ Cailee Spaeney- Ashlesha ☽

Jennifer Lawrence - Ashlesha ☉ Haley Bennett - Ashlesha ☽

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Ashwini is known as the star of transportation, a constant need for movement, freedom, and escape. this nakshatra is restless by nature — always racing forward, whether physically, mentally, or spiritually.

Iggy Pop (Ashwini ☉) gave the world an anthem of restless freedom with “The Passenger.” The song captures a sense of wandering without destination, an endless drive through neon-lit cities and shadowed alleys. Iggy’s voice is both detached and alive (which is the embodiment of this nakshatra energy), perfectly conjuring Ashwini’s desire to keep moving, to experience everything but remain unbound. “I am the passenger, and I ride, and I ride…” These lyrics are an ode to Ashwini’s untamed spirit—always in motion, never fully tied down.

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Two revenge films — Female Prisoner #701: Scorpion with Revati ☽ Meiko Kaji and Ms. 45 with Revati ☽ Zoe Lund — show a strong link between silence and vengeance. In Scorpion, Meiko Kaji’s Matsu is betrayed and imprisoned but turns her silence into a weapon. She barely speaks, but her presence alone is threatening. In Ms. 45, Zoe Lund’s Thana is a mute seamstress who, after being assaulted, becomes a violent vigilante. In my opinion, These stories connect to mercury ruled nakshatra Revati, the last nakshatra of Pisces , where Mercury (communication) is debilitated. Mercury governs speech, intellect, and expression, but in Pisces — a sign of intuition, emotion, and mysticism — these qualities can become distorted, repressed, or transformed but in these films, it flips — What once something that was used to a predators advantage or the result of being taking advantage becomes something that actually empowers them. The inability or refusal to speak doesn’t weaken them; it hides their intentions until they strike.

Female Prisoner #701: Scorpion (1972) Ms. 45 (1981)

I would also like to add that Revati yoni consort, Bharani, is linked to intensity and taboo-breaking. That fits perfectly with these stories of silent but brutal revenge. Bharani is all about facing harsh realities, and these films show that same energy — women turning trauma into unstoppable fury.

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Ashlesha and Uttara Bhadrapada share a complex and spiritually intense relationship with sexuality, rooted in their deep connections to serpent symbolism and Kundalini energy. Both nakshatras are linked to feelings of anxiety, restriction, and the struggle to master primal instincts. But where Ashlesha is about the raw, coiled energy of the serpent — hungry, clinging, and invasive — Uttara Bhadrapada represents that same serpent rising, attempting to transcend its base nature (Serpent that lies in the depth).

Ashlesha, symbolized by the entwining Hydra, is marked by an intense, almost suffocating connection to physicality and desire. Claire Nakti describes this nakshatra as a force that binds — a strangling energy that can trap natives in cycles of obsession, shame, or secrecy around their desires. This anxiety is tied to the dual nature of Ashlesha’s snake symbolism: both sacred and toxic, protective and invasive. Ashlesha natives often feel caught between the need to indulge their desires and the fear of being consumed by them. This can lead to a sense of shame or paranoia around sexuality, where indulgence feels dangerous, yet resisting feels impossible.

Uttara Bhadrapada, ruled by Saturn and symbolized by the Serpent of the Deep (Ahirbudhnya), is about the final stage of Kundalini’s rise — the serpent that gains wings, transforming into a dragon. But this isn’t a painless process. Claire Nakti explains that Uttara Bhadrapada natives deal with a feeling of imprisonment, a “spiritual foot-binding” where energy is pulled away from the lower chakras and forced upward. This detachment can cause a sense of alienation from one’s own body and desires, creating anxiety around sexuality as something disruptive or dangerous.

The Piano (1993) The Piano Teacher (2001)

A Dangerous Method (2011) Augustine (2012)

Raw (2016)

This struggle plays out in several films starring Uttara Bhadrapada natives. In The Piano Teacher, Uttara Bhadrapada ☽ Isabelle Huppert’s character is a repressed, self-destructive woman whose anxiety around intimacy manifests in disturbing ways. The Piano, starring Uttara Bhadrapada ☉ ☽ Holly Hunter, explores a woman’s wordless but powerful longing, her sexuality tangled with shame and struggle where she’s indulging in sexual relations with her piano student. A Dangerous Method, starring Kiera Knightley (Uttara Bhadrapada ☉), dives into psychoanalysis and forbidden desire, with Knightley’s character battling trauma and taboo fantasies where she is studied for a sexual “seizures”. Augustine, starring Soko (Uttara Bhadrapada ↑), follows a young woman whose body becomes a spectacle for medical study (seizures as well), her sexuality pathologized and controlled. And Raw, starring Garance Marillier (Ashlesha ☉, Uttara Bhadrapada ↑), explores cannibalistic hunger, transformation, and taboo, with the protagonist’s own sexual discovery marked by anxiety, desire, and horror. Both nakshatras deal with restriction — Ashlesha through a paranoid, possessive hold on desire, and Uttara Bhadrapada through a spiritual struggle to rise above it. Whether trapped by shame (Ashlesha) or by detachment (Uttara Bhadrapada), these energies reflect the anxiety of facing one’s own primal nature. I really want to explore these films more but I’ll do that in a separate post.

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Josephine Baker - Chitra ☽ Duckie Thot - Chitra ☉ ☽

Maria Antionette - Chitra ☽ Adriana Lima - Chitra ☽

Natives of Chitra often have a natural sense of style and an eye for aesthetics, but this isn’t just surface-level beauty. Like their deity, they are drawn to the idea of transformation — taking raw materials (ideas, emotions, physical form) and shaping them into something exquisite. However Most of these natives are experimental with aesthetics and can have an unhealthy obsession with them as well, even to going as far as putting themselves through physical pain to achieve a specific look or creating work that could lead to some form of destruction including their own. It’s deity, Tvashtar (Vishvakarma) — the celestial architect. Tvashtar is a divine artisan, known for creating beautiful, intricate, and even magical forms, from weapons of the gods to radiant jewelry. This divine influence makes Chitra a nakshatra of inspired, almost otherworldly beauty.

*Disclaimer: these are just my own observations and thoughts! Let me know your own in the replies.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Steadfast 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, obsession, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: King!Bucky Barnes (Medieval AU)

A Knights, Kings, and Knaves Story

Summary: you serve Duke Rogers, but when his friend, the king, takes an interest, you find your work in turmoil.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Alle wraps a ribbon around your hair. You're in a daze as you hear the men's voices without. This cannot be real.

You look down at the silken robe, dressed up with a braided belt and chain at your neck. The older woman touches your cheek.

"He loves you. I see it in him." She smiles. "All women are afraid on days as these."

Days as these? You are a servant. You are not to wed a king. Not to wed any man at all.

"Thank you, Alle, and Uma and Ebomoh, for your kindness," your voice trembles. "How can I repay you?"

"Do not worry for it. Weddings are sacred. It is not a debt to be balanced," Alle assures. "With honour we attend any bride."

Uma goes to the door. Alle dips her chin and Ebomoh loops her arm through yours. She turns you and your heart flutters. It cannot be. Surely, it cannot.

The voices outside quiet as Uma opens the door and lets the sunshine in. It's softer now as the afternoon deepens to amber. You let the younger sister bring you out.

The king watches from beside Lord Rogers. The former is dressed in blue silk with white sash over his shoulder. The latter is much the same as he was. Rogers is not impressed.

You are led to stand across from the king as Mihe grins. Ebomoh lets you go and the king reaches for you. He takes your hand in his.

"Your highness, please, it isn't true, is it?" You murmur as he leans in to hear you.

"These weeks we've spent together, sweet one, it cannot be any other." He smiles at Mihe.

You do not protest. Who are you to a king? Even though you should ask as much. Make him see you are only a servant. He is a king and he must marry a woman worthy of a crown.

Thick smoke tickles your nose. It has a spicy scent. You glance over Alle waves the thick stub in her hand as it sends out white tendrils. It must be their way.

Mihe addresses the king by his full title and you peer back to the man. He begins his rites. "Do you, before your witnesses, before the sun and the sky, before the gods you pray to, take this woman, to be yours until the eternal dusk, be it drought or plenty, be you unwell or in health?"

"With all my heart, I do," King Bucky proclaims, squeezing your hands tighter. His grip is as iron as his blade.

"And you," Mihe calls you by name, "do you, before your witnesses, before the sun and the sky, before the gods you pray to, take this man, to be yours until the eternal dusk, be it drought or plenty, be you unwell or in health?"

You search the king's face. What can you do but as he wills it. He would not have you here as you are if he did not want this. Yet, you know it is not right.

"I do."

"So you are heard," Mihe says. "And your witness, Lord Steven Grant Rogers," he looks to the duke. "Do you witness these vows in earnest?"

Lord Rogers' nostrils flare. "I witness it."

"So you are bound," Mihe declares. "Go forth and be fruitful."

The king draws you to him. He places a kiss on your forehead as he cradles your face in his hands. He hums.

"My pip," he says.

"Your highness," Lord Rogers growls.

The king strokes your cheek with his thumb before he draws away. "My lord," he replies dryly.

"You said you will come."

"In the morn. When I've had my wedding night."

"That was not discussed," Rogers puts his hands on his hips. His face is shiny with sweat. "We must away, now."

"You give orders to your king," King Bucky retorts, his hand on your arm.

"The other kings are impatient. Your own subjects whisper of the unimaginable. You must come and reassure all that you live."

The king snorts, "they think me dead?"

"They might assume it."

"Oh, Rogers, you worry too much. Doubt me even more."

Rogers tilts his head until his neck cracks and he sighs. "I have been your shield and the cracks begin to deepen. I have fended off their volleys but I cannot for much longer. You need come." He pauses and looks at you. His cheek ticks. "There are beds in the capital."

The king laughs again. You look at him nervously. You wring your hands before you.

"You persist like a disease," King Bucky shakes his head. "Very well, we will ready to be away."

"You are leaving?" Mihe asks.

"I beg your forgiveness, Lord Mihe," the king says. "I would not spurn your hospitality. Your family has been good to me and mine. I will not forget you and you will receive bounty yet."

"You are most generous," Mihe says. "My wife would make a wedding feast."

"So much as I wish to indulge, my duke must have me away. My people await me." He stalls and glances at you. "And my wife should be settled."

"Ah, yes, wives," Mihe agrees. "We will feast in your honour and bid the stars bless our wedding night."

"Many thanks, Mihe." He bows his head. "We will meet again."

"I know we will," Mihe agrees.

You rock on your feet. "Dear thing," Alle approaches, "you go too soon."

"Thank you, Alle," you say. "Truly. And Uma and Ebomoh. In another life, I would like to have a mother and sisters like you."

"Many blessings. You will be a good wife," Alle kisses your hairline.

Your eyes sting. Not only because you must leave them, but out of fear. You are scared of what comes next. You are unsure of it.

You turn back to the king as Rogers looks up at the sky. The duke sets his chin. "We must go now if we want to outpace the night."

"Yes, Lord Rogers," King Bucky sneers defiantly. "You are clearly heard."

[emiiree]

deux murasame was created specifically for trans women and tumblr armored core fetish posters

congrats i am obsessed with her 🙂‍↕️

[verdancy-hime]

This is true but when you tell them that they should just stab Chad or go invent new drugs or start a band or climb a mountain or whatever to obtain validation of manliness and shut up the chad in their head this is the wrong answer the same way sex they can actually get is the wrong answer or being better looking is the wrong answer or sex workers are the wrong answer.

The question is "please tell me I'm a bad boy I'm about to cum" because there's no other way that can go.

Even most 4b feminists have an idea of like... what would need to change about society or the world for them to be interested in dating without enslaving people and forcing them to date them or like "I am not interested in dating anymore because of this thing that happened to me and I would like to spread awareness of what can help people not have this happen to them" or "I am venting and I am sad."

Incels literally took over the US government and they're the second most powerful demographic after weird annoying old women who volunteer at churches and they're not putting an agenda to try to get themselves pussy into place.

They're trying to put an agenda in place to get Chad pussy.

If you wanted to say "surprise, I never wanted pussy so I redefined power so that pussy does not determine power- while you studied women I studied the blade."

That would make sense. They're not doing that.

They took over the government to get pussy for Chad.

That makes them cucks. It's not an insult to call them cucks it's literally a cuck move to take over the government so a guy you admire can have sex while talking about how much you don't deserve sex and no one wants you.

It freaks me out it makes me think somehow all men are experiencing sex as rape and I am a rapist.

Actually a lot of toxic masculinity makes it seem like women are raping men and that's why they have to train us to never do anything sexy and never go outside and make sex so unpleasant and miserable but then it wouldn't make sense why the same guys are obsessed with making sure someone is getting pussy.

"this guy gets no pussy, which makes him low-status. thats probably why he's joined the hate movement dedicated to the idea that women are a status symbol that's been denied him"

[polysucks]

I am once again thinking about the Riverlands, Beric Dondarrion, and Lady Stoneheart.

The North is cold and proud. The Reach is rich and flowery. Dorne is hot and rebellious. But the Riverlands are the heart, and they’re bleeding out. The tragedy of the Riverlands in asoiaf is not in their failure to win or in the accuracy of how any side gains their support and favor, but in their lack of identity beyond suffering. Everyone fights on their land. Everyone uses their resources. No one speaks for them.

The Riverlands are fertile for radicalization—think of how Beric Dondarrion’s brotherhood begins as this pseudo Robin Hood situation but changes into a band of outlaws who grow more and more desperate and unforgiving. They began so optimistic, so thoughtful and engaged in the communities of small folk who make up the majority of the Riverlands. They just fuckin took in Arya and Hotpie and Gendry despite being threatened upon first meeting because they were children who were starving. Consider how quickly outlaws become holy men, and how starvation and desolation makes people believe in anything that might provide relief or hope.

The Brotherhood didn’t start as monsters. They started as idealists—men on a mission from Ned Stark to keep the king’s peace. But the war didn’t just kill their comrades—it killed the institutions they swore to uphold. There’s no crown to appeal to, no lord to answer to, no system left that isn’t a smoking ruin or a brothel for power.

It’s in the way that they first claim to be king’s men, and when asked which king, they answer King Robert. Well, we don’t even get introduced to the brotherhood as a perspective until Robert is already long dead and his influence a rotting dead horse these men are trying to beat. They stand for nothing is the answer they give, because Robert is nothing by that point. No influence. Not a player on the game board. So their ideology is already flimsy from the get go. Something something Alexander Hamilton quote.

And so—slowly, naturally— they radicalize. Each atrocity they witness is another drop in the bucket, and eventually the water and blood spills over. It has to. At first, they hang Lannister men who burned a village. Then they hang anyone affiliated with the Lannisters. Then they hang people who sold grain to the Lannisters. The very people they said themselves have no choice but to participate in an arbitrary war on arbitrary sides because they are simple folk who rely on their lords on these arbitrary sides to feed their families. By the time Lady Stoneheart takes over, they’re not the people’s defenders—they’re the people’s inquisitors.

Justice turns into punishment.

Fairness turns into judgment.

Mercy dies and comes back as her. And she came back wrong.

Catelyn Stark, a Tully by birth, rises from the river as vengeance incarnate—her throat slit, her voice gone, her pleas for mercy and warmth stripped away. She is the physical manifestation of what the Riverlands have become:

Voiceless.

Bleeding.

Obsessed with justice because no one else will give it.

Not seeking peace, but retribution.

And her presence inverts the moral tone of the Brotherhood. Under Beric, they’re fighting a hopeless war for the people. Under Stoneheart, they’re fighting a holy war against everyone they consider an enemy.

She turns the Brotherhood into a crusade—and crusades are always justified by their own righteousness.

In a vacuum of order, radical justice looks holy and divinely decreed. Perhaps even earned through trial.

That shift from protecting the voiceless to avenging the already dead is pivotal. The Brotherhood was supposed to stand in for all those displaced smallfolk, all the women raped and the villages razed and children taken and forced to fight. But Stoneheart doesn’t care about the people. She cares about what was done to her: her life, her trauma, her pain.

[vanalex]

Interviewer: World Coming Down is quite a change of direction, especially compared to your past singles.

Peter: "We're trying to get away from the whole sex thing. People were starting to think I was arrogant. I just read some review of the album, and this asshole said I was apparently full of myself. I don't think that at all. We just wanted to get away from the sex thing because it was embarrassing me. It's just that...well, there are other things in life beside autumn, women, religion, and fire...the things I normally write about. Now we chose death, drugs, depression, and Halloween."

Interviewer: How did the change from sex orientated songs to the almost opposite physicality of death come about?

Peter: "We've been home for about two years, and my father passed away about four years ago. It actually didn't hit me until I got home, and I had all this time to think. I'm not going to say that I am obsessed with his death, but I still live in the same house that we all lived in. I live downstairs, my parents live upstairs, and my sister lives above. So there's a lot of ghosts in the house, figuratively of course. I just lost interest in everything... sex, working out, food. I could not stop seeing his face everywhere. After that, I lost an aunt and uncle. This is what happens when you come from a large family. I happened to be one of its youngest members, so I've seen a lot of people go. I guess my father's death was the straw that broke the camel's back. That's why there's so much death on the album. I have a hard time coping with abandonment, whether it's a parent dying or someone I love dying or a woman leaving me, or even lost pet or something... it's just not something I deal with well."

~Peter Steele~ Outburn Interview 2000

[sarahmunificentfan]

That's fair (and I guess that's reflected by everyone being bros about gay Legata, I mean considering all she did atp I think hearing she's in love with a woman is the least surprising thing the crowd at the Forum heard - tho I still think Lurco definitely complains about muh western civilization every time Legata openly flaunts her rubbery; probably right after plowing Marcellus the hypocrite). I should totally read more about it because the topic of women in Rome fascinates me endlessly

But yeah Julia having a whole storyline about chafing under Roman heteronormativity and trying to be her own person in a society that frankly doesn't even see her as a person and then not being able to be in a loving sapphic relationship with another woman who understands what's it like and refuses to submit (plus she's just my fave in her game like her steeled determination and charming wit have captivated me) like I will never mentally recover actually (also her actual het romance is kinda meh like I hate when stories have masc women find a guy then feminize)

All the Speculatores are 100% queer Lucullus, who in this tl is a progressive icon (my hc is that having the Legata as a bastard child made him have an oh fuck women are actually people moment) and a noted Greekaboo, must have undoubtedly heard of the Sacred Band of Thebes and realized the truest way to beat Mithridates, a Hannibal level threat by his own words, is to assemble a kickass team of gays and have them fight on their own turf - the amount of gay sex that occurs in the tents of Legio Victrix on a daily basis must be astronomical

And yes more romances, all bi ofc, would've been nice - I dunno why they didn't give us Cicero of the political duo; I might be lesbian but I am nerd enough to admit that Cicero shouting Roman Legalese at Marcellus made me moist. Iurca def should've been an option too like I genuinely hoped she'd have been able to become a Praetorian at the end of the DLC but either way considering she shamelessly flirts w the Legata there def should've been an option to determine the superior woman through "wrestling"

Np thank you for letting me yap about this game I have become obsessed with

THQ Nordic just dropped a new game that has me salivating a little. If Expeditions: Rome builds off the game-play of Expeditions: Vikings as effectively as Vikings built off of Expeditions: Conquistadors, this could be a truly excellent game…

[virtualtear00]

Proper height difference between Navani and Raboniel

[charliexspring]

kate beckett – 4x07 cops & robbers

[ducktracy]

going completely nutso over Rosemary Wells' art. appeal in its rawest form. these are so cute and again just APPEALING that it physically hurts

[artsychanel]

jude duarte.

[shorthaltsjester]

having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.