#idk why he was saved on my camera roll instead of my laptop but who CARES

[publicuniversalenemy]

WAIT I FOUND SPOOKY TOM!!! HALLOWEEN IS SAVED

[izzy-b-hands]

Fictober 2019, Oct. 15th, “That’s What I’m Talking About!”

Fanfiction

Fandom: The Pacific

Pairings: Eugene “Sledgehammer” Sledge/Merriell “Snafu” Shelton

Rating: E for Explicit af, NSFW as can be (there be smut in this one, in other words...idk why I had to announce that sort of pirate-style but let’s just gloss over that, shall we?)

Warnings: Sex, and the somewhat dorky yet adorable wearing of a certain pair of sunglasses during part of it. If either of those things aren’t your thing, then gonna wanna skip this one.

Also, reference, here is a pic of Eugene in the mentioned sunglasses: 

Shout out to @the-tree-by-the-devon-river for getting me the pic as well! I did not have one saved on my laptop as I thought, and I was dying trying to find one!

1,389 words

“You really want these to stay on?” 

Snafu nodded, leaning back into the pillows on the bed. “That’s what I’m talking about! God, you look good in those.” 

“...I feel silly in just these,” Eugene mumbled. He was naked except for the sunglasses (or ‘gangster glasses’ as his mother called them), stood in front of the bed for Snafu’s inspection. 

“Well, you look amazing,” Snafu sighed dreamily as he crawled forward on the bed until he was knelt in front of Eugene, able to wrap his arms around him and press kisses to his face. 

“Okay, okay,” he replied as he kissed Snafu back. “Maybe I can get used to wearing these in here for you. If it really does it for you-” 

Snafu nearly knocked him off his feet with another kiss, deep and warm. 

“It does then,” he smiled as he caught his breath. 

“Get your ass over here,” Snafu laughed, crawling back and dropping onto the pillows, a finger gesturing him over. 

“Dark as shit with these on though,” Eugene said as he climbed into the bed and onto Snafu, who wrapped his arms around him softly. 

“They might have to come off at some point anyway,” Snafu replied. 

“You gonna be rough with me?” he smirked, kissing Snafu’s neck. “Gonna break ‘em if I don’t take ‘em off at the right time?” 

“Just might,” Snafu giggled, nipping at his lips as he kissed him. 

He moved to adjust so he could take Snafu’s place, and Snafu could straddle him and he could get his hands around that tiny waist and hips...

and promptly fell off the bed instead. 

“You good?” Snafu leaned over the edge of the bed. “...you really can’t see with those on, can ya?” 

“It’s just real dark in here...late at night, lenses are dark, the bedside lamp is doin’ its best,” he replied, hoping the coolness of the bedroom’s wood floor would soothe the bruise to his pride, and his ass. 

Snafu snickered. “Take those off before you hurt yourself again. Come on back up; I’ll lick your wounds and something else if you sit nice for me.” 

“Gonna play doctor with me?” 

Snafu nodded, bouncing lightly on the bed as he watched Eugene return the sunglasses to their case on the bedside table. 

He grinned as he flopped onto the center of the bed, leaned so he was sitting up almost completely straight against the pillows and Snafu moved to lay in between his legs. 

“Hey Snaf.” 

“Mhm,” Snafu, whose mouth was now more than preoccupied with his half-hard cock, a hand resting on his hip. 

“You know what else you gotta check me for?” 

Snafu rolled his eyes as he licked a stripe up Eugene’s cock. “What?” 

“My eyes yellow?” 

Snafu stared at him, then broke into giggles. “Fuck you.” 

“Nah, are they? You gotta tell me; you’re the doctor! Gotta soothe all these bruises from me fallin’ off the bed, check for the heebie-jeebies-” 

“Ride you into the damn sunset,” Snafu interrupted, reaching for the Vaseline in the drawer of the bedside table.

“Don’t know if that’s anywhere in the Hippocratic Oath, but god please do,” Eugene sighed. “I’ll wear those damn things every day if it gets you this excited.” 

“That ain’t the sunglasses, that’s just you,” Snafu smiled as he moved to straddle Eugene, applying the Vaseline generously to them both. 

“...you got started without me while I was cleaning up, didn’t you?” Eugene laughed. 

“Saw you in those and couldn’t help myself,” Snafu leaned down and kissed him hard. “They’re icing on the very gorgeous cake that you are.” 

“A cake? What sort of cake?” Eugene laughed. 

“Carrot cake, with all that pretty red hair. And now that I’ve found the carrot-” 

“Oh god,” Eugene covered his face and cackled. “Please don’t finish that.” 

“Carrot-based sex jokes don’t do it for ya?” Snafu snorted. 

“I appreciate the effort, but-” 

“Oh darling. You ain’t even seen the real effort yet,” Snafu interrupted, and slid down onto Eugene’s cock with a soft groan. 

“Jesus,” Eugene sighed, leaning forward so his face fell against Snafu’s chest.

“Yeah?” Snafu asked, and laughed as Eugene swatted a hand at him. 

“You’re terri-fuck,” Eugene gasped as Snafu slowly moved. 

“Terrific? Yes I am,” Snafu murmured as he leaned forward, trapping Eugene’s face against his chest and wrapping his arms around his neck as he worked himself into his rhythm. “So is your cock though.” 

He didn’t have any words for Snafu right then, just moans and after a moment, when he could move his head up enough to look at Snafu’s face, a groan that was probably too loud considering the bedroom window was open, but he couldn’t help it. 

Snafu was angelic, dark curls softly illuminated by the light of the bedside lamp, his beautiful eyes shut tight as he moved, his mouth open just a bit as he sighed. If he’d had a camera, he’d have taken a picture, so that he’d never have even the slightest risk of forgetting the sight. 

Instead, he pressed his face back to Snafu’s chest and kissed every spot he could reach, doing his best to leave marks and hickeys. No one would see it but him, yet it felt wonderful, claiming all that gorgeous skin for himself, just like Snafu did to him. Though Snafu loved putting them in places someone would see. High up on Eugene’s neck, or the inside of his wrist even. He still loved every mark Snafu left on him, even when it did invite the occasional awkward question. 

He moved his hips a bit more, just enough off from Snafu’s that it made Snafu gasp and sigh, then groan, then go clingy around him, letting himself lean down against Eugene, melting against him with breathless kisses. 

“You good if I move you?” Eugene asked softly.

“Just keep fucking me,” Snafu sighed. 

Eugene flipped them carefully, so Snafu was on his back and he could press his hips as close as possible to Snafu, inside him completely. 

Snafu was a fucked out mess beneath him, mumbling various somethings that included the words ‘love’, ‘you’, ‘fuck’, and ‘jesus fucking christ don’t stop.’ 

He moved his hips as steadily as he could manage despite wanting to move faster, leaned down so he could kiss Snafu the whole time, moaning into his mouth. 

Snafu came with a sharp hiss, his legs wrapped around Eugene, arms pulling him close and clawing at his back, one hand pulling at Eugene’s hair gently. 

The hair pulling was something he couldn’t hold together under, and he came hard a moment later, kissing and biting softly at Snafu’s shoulder and neck. 

It felt like ages till he was back to reality, only now feeling the results of Snafu’s nails in his back as he lay flopped against Snafu’s chest. 

He let himself slip out of Snafu, and moved to snuggle him close. “I...I gotta wear those glasses in here more often.” 

“Yeah, you do,” Snafu sighed, leaning up to kiss him. 

“We gotta clean up,” Eugene said, hating the idea of getting up but knowing it needed to be done before either of them fell asleep. 

“In a minute,” Snafu murmured, and kissed him again, soft and warm. “Just wanna get a good mental picture of you right now. All glowing and fucked right and beautiful.” 

“Gotta get one of you too. Should have seen yourself earlier; you were an angel on earth.” 

Snafu blushed, and cuddled as close as he could possibly get to him. “Shut up.” 

“I will not. My own gorgeous, angel. The hell would I do without you?” 

“Dunno,” Snafu sighed, a finger moving to trace along Eugene’s jaw. “Same as me not knowin’ what I would do without you.” 

“I hope we don’t ever have to find out what that’s like,” he replied, leaning down to kiss Snafu again, as if each kiss might pause time just a little and grant them another year together with each touch of their lips. 

Snafu just nodded, holding him tight as they rested. 

He was right. Clean up could wait for a few minutes. For now, better to preserve the moment, as clear as they could, so if such a horrible time as them apart ever came, they could look back and remember. 

[castawxayaway]

Pause: Part Two

Yes, this is a surprise to me too. Pause was if I’m correct my second piece(?) that I wrote for this blog and I haven’t really written anything like this since wedif ended. This isn’t me coming back, I’m in a good place now but this story lingered in my mind. When I posted part one I was asked by an anon to do part two, agreeing to it I started to write but just never continued. Ending on one of my most successful pieces and seeing the progress I made in just under a year is fascinating. If you’ve read Pause, or remember reading it when it came out please please let me know - I’d love to hear from anyone who has been here that blooming long or any thoughts in general. So Pause, the full circle of my writing. 

Little life update (for those who care? idk): I’m happier, in a better place mentally and have chosen (at last) to go to University in September and will be studying creative writing. Thank you for the positivity x

Oh and if you’re new, here are a bunch of links that may be of use- all in one place :) 

my beloved part one / the entire masterlist / writing everyday in february (wedif) / my personal writing, soon to be my main writing 

Enjoy! It is a long one, but I had to do it justice.

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Mumbling nonsense I slowly rolled over in my bed, my eyes still lazily closed. Outside I could hear the light pattering of raindrops against my window, temporarily staining it, tainting my view of home. My eyes hesitantly opened as they remained heavy with sleep, I allowed myself to momentarily adjust to the dull morning light glancing by through my window as I loudly yawned. Sitting upright I heard things click, a spring go in my mattress followed by silence.

Rubbing my eyes I picked my phone up, checking the time wondering why the incessant blaring of my alarm has yet to ruin my morning. "Shit!" Yelling I forced myself out of my bed. I was three hours late for a meeting with my manager.

The rush of the late morning had begun without me, the city was too busy for me to get through with ease. Incessantly swearing I got dressed, grabbed my things and called my manager who seemed more stressed than I was. “I’m sorry somehow I overslept! I was up until late working on the latest chapter!” I struggled to catch my breath as I ran down the street, nearing my car and throwing everything in. “No, don’t leave. I’m just on my way now, you’ll want to read this chapter, you’ll love it Daniel!” Now I spoke with force, I couldn’t lose this chance, not now. 

“Just, just hurry then. See you soon.” With an irritable tone he hung up, leaving me with the sound of my own shallow breaths as I started the car and pulled away from the apartment block. Glancing over to the passengers seat my prized possession remained intact, my laptop storing the rough version of my novel, my debut novel that is. 

Driving slowly as the traffic piled up I saw figures stood next to my car, smiling to myself I saw two of them interacting, laughing with one another whilst waiting there for that infamous bus to turn up. The days of waiting for the bus are behind me thankfully, but I can’t help but miss the strange interactions every now and then, those always made me laugh. Nearing the cafe I parked my car and readjusted the plain black jumper, now well worn as I pull my hair forward, hiding the various stains and avoid the judging eyes.

As I opened the door I kept my laptop close to my chest as I spotted Daniel, staring straight at the pastries with beady eyes. Rolling my eyes I walked over, put my laptop down before he even noticed and went back to buy an arrangement of pastries and brought them to him as a peace offering. 

Rolling my eyes I selected various flaky pastries to those heavily iced and glazed. Taking these in hand I turned around and began to walk towards him with a sweet smile etched on my face, “Truce?” I questioned as I held the pastries up clear to him and as I did his eyes widened momentarily before straightening up and merely nodding. 

“So, pastries first business later? I can hear your stomach rumble.” He joked and passed me one of the few pastries and to say I devoured it would be putting it lightly. Flakes of pastry decided to cling into my hair which I soon noticed as Daniel kept glancing to it, subtly trying to help me out without embarrassing me, something he has to do too often. 

Sitting there listening to him talk I couldn’t help but daydream, couples passed by, effortlessly happy. Something I secretly long for in a form other than my own written words but in contact, someone who would hold me and enclose me rather than an over sized jumper. Clicking of fingers causes me to snap out of my thoughts as I turn my head back to Daniel, his green eyes boring into mine. “Just go over these notes that I’ve made and send me the finished chapter before the week is over yeah?” He asked as he gathered his things. 

Nodding in response I stood up, giving him a tight hug. “Thanks Danny.” Grinning to him he shrugged it off, always hating the nicknames I give him but I know he secretly craves the attention. After all, don’t we all? 

Watching him walk out I take his seat, allowing me to observe the entirety of the quaint cafe, my haven. Though it is a late Tuesday morning and the sun continues to shine through the rain of last night the chattering of strangers remains active, putting my earphones in I zone out of it all and focus on the words that appear on my screen. My intense tapping continues, the music continues to flood my ears and slowly my drink becomes less full and the pastries are something of the past.

Placing my cup down it feels too light, glancing over I see the barista hovers, patiently waiting for a customer to disturb her peaceful moment. Clicking save I leave my laptop and walk over towards her, as I order my drink laughter fills my ears at such an intensity it feels alien. Turning around I feel aware of how small I am, insignificant against three tall guys, all well dressed whilst I appear as a hobbit who just crawled out of the shire. The one who towered me with golden curls and kind hazel eyes smiled half heartedly to me, “Caffeine eh? What could we do without it.” He chuckled as he lent against the glass case of pastries, rubbing the smudge with the edge of his grey sleeve.

“Probably die.” Giving him a small smile I felt tension build as he glanced back to his two friends who merely shrugged their shoulders. “It was a joke.” I laughed lightly, the uncomfortable atmosphere spreading drastically. Picking up my drink the barista smiled to me, mumbling how she got the joke and then I walked off, back to my shire where social interactions remain minimalistic.

The three of them soon left and I let out a sigh of relief, as the door closed the tension wafted with them and continued down the road towards the small beach that is rarely used or known of due to its remoteness. Living here isn’t isolating, it just means leading a quieter life as opposed to the named cities like London or Brighton. Here we can live, get on in our small corner of the hectic lives of others.

After typing away and rewording paragraphs for a few hours I zone back into my surroundings, now only me and two others occupy the space. Standing up I quietly walk out, feeling like a student at the end of an exam again as if I were making a mistake or doing something wrong. Quietly I said goodbye as the door closed, more so speaking to the door hoping for a response as I kept my laptop in hand and headed towards the beach for fresh air and inspiration.

Nearing the beach the rays of light that were casting over the remains of the pier are clouded, grey fills in the gaps of the blue, shutting out the sunlight we all craved now and then. Sighing I continued towards the beach, I didn’t mind the lack of sunshine, I just needed a different surrounding where I could be alone, truly alone. Placing my laptop down on the rocks I climb down to the sand, removing my boots and allow myself the sensation of sand between my toes, how it wriggles and tickles all at once.

Sitting down I place my hands behind me, and turn my head up as if I were in Spain where the sun shined without fail. Instead I’m here, on a below average beach with the remains of a once beautiful pier. Shame really, they never tried to rebuild it after it burnt to the ground leaving behind the info structure.

As I relax I focus on the sounds of the waves, ignoring the constant thoughts of my book, my life, even him. It’s been three years since I saw him last, a mere message two months ago. No matter how much I tell myself it doesn’t matter the pain still stands; internal, rather than external. No one can see the pain, how I wish I could hold his hand, spend one more night with him. All I do now is channel my pain into my writing, it’s all I have left.

The sounds of the waves were interrupted as I heard shouts of actions to my left. Opening my eyes and sitting upright I turned my head to see almost a small army of people with filming crew. Maybe my ten minutes of fame were coming sooner than I anticipated. Various members departed, spreading out revealing four indistinct figures running, then walking and slowly pacing to these cameras. Faintly I could hear music playing and I saw a few of them glance my way. Conscious of my own presence I tried to busy myself my building a sand mount, one that struggled to form.

Looking back the army concealed the four people and I saw someone clenching papers run towards me. Quick to stand I held my laptop close to my chest, defensive as always. The man stopped before me, panting and held his papers up high whilst he bent over to catch his own breath. “Sorry Ma’am. We’ll need you to go further up the beach. We’re filming today in this location and can’t risk interference.” Speaking in a hurry I remained quiet until he finished and allowed his rush of words to process.

“No problem. Can I ask what you’re filming?” Curious I held my laptop closer yet I bit my lip and overlooked the man to the film crew in the distance. He ruffled his papers loudly taking my attention away from the scene.

“’Fraid not. Can’t risk it these days. We can never know who is watching.” With that he hurried off, almost waddling to reach the rest of the crew.

Defeated I treaded back up to the rocks, most of which were stained with alga or remains of sand etched in any crooks they could find. Pulling my sleeves down I sat down, cross legged and played my music, shutting out the shouts of directions from the crew near by. I kept my eyes closed, and tried to envision myself in the sunshine, “AND CUT.” My eyes shot open as someone exclaimed and I dropped my phone, my earphones being pulled out with force.

Lifting my head the crew departed in the same direction, leaving the four figures exposed clearly. I felt my breath get hitched in my throat as one stood out from the others, squinting I tried to make him out but it was no use. Shaking the thought from my mind it lingered internally, the goose bumps I felt, the rapid beating of my heart followed by that same sense of disappointment, a feeling I know all too well. Putting my earphones back in I close my eyes again, resuming my peace but feel something gnawing away at me to look again. If I look again I’ll be certain, then I can go with my mind at rest rather than always wondering what if.

Opening my left eye the four figures were closer, close enough to have a clear perception of them. The coffee guy, he was one of them. He was stood with the other two, the ones who spoke via facial expressions. My eyes tried to avoid him, the fear evident as I felt my hands begin to shake.

“It might not be him. It’s just a coincidence. Like he’d even notice you here, it’s been three years.” I muttered to myself, attempting to convince my heart that the brain didn’t need reassurance. “Fuck it.”

Staring towards them I analysed every detail that I could make out, and as a result I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Blonde hair, grown out rather than styled. The lip ring that was always icy cold removed, exposing the sweet smile that gave me butterflies then and now angry wasps. He looked different. My mind struggled to comprehend as it screamed for me to turn my head, stop looking so creepy.

Coffee guy nudged him, I could see it happening in slow motion. He turned his head, his eyes focusing on me. His expression changed, his whole body shifted to see little ol’ me. He opened his mouth, I couldn’t face his words, not now. Standing up I pulled on my sleeves, hiding the shakes as I grabbed my laptop, the case decorated with light raindrops.

Around my feet the rocks were slowly turning darker, the discolouration beginning. The sound of the rain becoming intense, my hair was already clinging to my head. I couldn’t face him anymore, so like anyone would do I walked away.

*

The pattering of the rain became louder, I hear squeals from children with their parents or relatives as they hurry on by with their hands full of bags that dig deep into their palms. They each wear that sense of urgency and pain etched into their expressions as if it were an acquaintance. Then, you can see those who simply are past caring, the ones who wrap their arms around themselves and are plugged in, shutting the world out including the weather. In this moment all I can think of is some form of shelter, my car is parked too far away and I’d rather wait until the rain eases at this point.

Sighing I see shops closing up, their hanging signs being reeled in leaving me with few options. Desperately looking around I spot an empty bus shelter, running over I wrap my arms around myself, craving the warmth I have in my car with the eating, in the café hen I’m writing, at home in bed, anywhere but here.

Leaning against the clear plastic the pattering intensified, the rain droplets running in and out of sync with each other as they distorted my view past the shelter. Figures still passed by but here I felt still, as if life was on hold all over again. “Deja vu much?” Jumping I turned to see that smile that stung my heart, and slowly spreads poison through my body.

He kept that smile, it didn’t falter even as I blankly stared at him. His smile said one thing whilst his eyes spoke a thousand different words, those light sunny day blue clouded much like the sky as the storm approached. “So I was right then.” I sat down on the so called bench whilst he remained stood upright, hiss demeanour seeming more enticing than before.

“Depends what you want to be right about.” He sighed as he sat down on the far end of the bench., merely raising an eyebrow to me.

Pulling on the sleeves of my jumper again I rested my head against the cold plastic. “About you being here. About you knowing it was me. Just, why now? And I’m not trying to make it out as if the entire world revolves around me as that’s bullshit.” I heard a chocked laugh coming from him as he remained hunched over, analysing my every move.

He edged closer, ever so slightly. “Well, this place has memories. Good and bad. I thought that it would be fitting for our music video.”

My ears perked up, “Wait, so you actually did it?” It sounded too harsh, the unintentional sarcasm that dripped heavily in my words.

“Yeah, yeah we did.” He chuckled half heartedly. “I guess you are one of the reasons why.” A light pang threw me off as guilt rushed my system, I knew what was coming.

“How could I live with myself knowing I made you miss your chance? Besides, it was only a few dates. Nothing too serious.” I felt my teeth gritting, I was lying to myself and him. We both knew it. It was always so much more.

“Guess so.” He shrugged his shoulders. “How are things with you then, the writing going well?” I groaned internally the small talk phase. Something I have not had the audacity to witness in months but now I am experiencing it first hand. I can feel the awkward tension rising as the intensity of the rain increases around us, as the shrills of people decrease.

“I’m getting my novel published. About six weeks of editing to go.” I focus on my feet, the sand that has griped onto my bots, scuffing the leather. “All a bit surreal don’t you think?” Glancing towards him I saw him nod, deep in thought. “In the moment when everything is busy, a blast from the past returns.”

“Are you referring to this moment?” He asked cautiously.

Turning to face him I shook my head, “I think you know what moment.” He lowered his head in shame. “That message really shocked me, Luke. You said how you regret breaking up with me, that you listed all the things we could’ve done or could’ve ben I didn’t need that, I was happy. Since then all I can do is reflect over it, over that version for us that’ll never be.” My voice got louder as the more I relived, the pain that I felt when I read that message at 4 in the morning and nothing after that.

“It wasn’t like that. Part of me wishes I had that second chance, that we could’ve had something.” He moved closer, reaching his hand out but I stood up not letting him have the mere opportunity. “Is, is that the hoodie?” He spoke with a questionable tone.

Looking down at the old hoodie I was wearing I felt my cheeks heating up lightly, “Of all the days I had to throw this old thing on.” I rolled my eyes and I heard a light laugh. “Well I guess we can match, just like the first time we met.” He stood up and walked towards me.

It all felt too real. The memories of the day we first met, going home and speaking to him. Our first date to the last, saying goodbye and slamming the door. He lifted his hand up as I did, the tension and sparks colliding at a dramatic rate. “We shouldn’t.” I muttered.

“We couldn’t.” He whispered as his lips neared mine.

His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him, the same moves as he did three years ago and still able to make those wasps retreat and be replaced by butterflies. “Luke, just-” I was never good at telling him things straight when we became intertwined.

Sparks diminish, it was more of an old flame flashing for the last time before it is replaced by the wisps of smoke that elegantly float up into the atmosphere, becoming one with the oxygen. That is how it felt, like we were becoming something new, another one.

“I think your bus is due.” I mumbled as I pulled away, rubbing my lips together as I pull on the sleeves of my jumper, a bad habit I struggle to shake.

He smiles in response, shaking his head. “They’ll probably wonder where I am by now.” Sticking his head outside and quickly rewinds back in, shaking his hair like a dogs thick coat. “But, what’s ten more minutes.”

“Luke, I don’t want to, I can’t be a ten minute break.” Holding my hands against his chest I avoid his gaze.

Problem with becoming one with the atmosphere is that we disappear, become unrecognised.

“What we have is something. Maybe it’ll take time but there is always some blue sky after a rainy day.” He muttered as he glanced up, the sky still remaining cloudy, if anything the clouds turning darker.

Struggling to hold my gaze with him I take a step outside from my form of shelter, immediately wishing I had waited until the rain had eased as it pelts down with such a velocity it feels like sharp daggers hitting my shoulders. Standing there I look up to the sky, closing my eyes and letting the sting hit after hit, somehow I feel free.

A light touch to my fingertips makes me snap out of my daze, looking down Luke is holding my hand, like old times. In the other my laptop securely protected. His hand remains tightly connected with mine despite the rain seeping through our fingers making them less secure together, something I was always secretly afraid of. “Together, I’m not wasting another chance.” He smiled with such assurance it felt as if I were 18 again, the 19 year old Luke with such great ambitions for someone hanging in a bus shelter.

I began to shiver as we remained still, exposed under the grey sky. “Okay.” I nodded and stepped down from the pavement, landing in a puddle and feeling the water seep through my jeans. “Typical.” I laughed and Luke soon joined.

We quickly walked down the open streets, past the closed shops and abandoned roads. I wasn’t going to let go, not now. I’d finally gotten my second chance, something that I never considered lucky enough to have. Three years can put a lot in perspective. People change, they grow (considerably) and become someone else. I can say whole heartedly that I think I know who that is now, with our without Luke by my side.