#nisha rants

[lycheecatee]

BIG RANT:

I love Nuka World dearly but so many aspects of it feel unfinished.

The gang bosses play little to no role in the dlc - the only way to learn more about them is through terminal and holotape entries.

How come Mason doesn’t have two second in commands like Mags and Nisha? He’s absolutely not a “lone wolf” and is shown countless times to have the most loyal gang - so why not give him two “betas”?

Dixie and Savoy basically did nothing. There’s ONE random encounter event with Dixie and that’s it.

The gang bosses never interact outside of what their members tell you and occasionally what Redeye tells you.

Speaking of Redeye, where the hell is he? Why can’t we do at least one quest for him like Travis?

They literally cut Maddox’s whole story and for what?

Clearing the parks was always done really well, but Bethesda fell off with the raiders. I wish we could do more quests for them (NOT RADIENT QUESTS).

It all just feels like a waste. This DLC could have been spectacular.

[empyreansentinel]

im gonna be honest ur posts pose a bit of an Issue for me bc like my rewrite has a plotline that involves lilith doing some shady shit in the name of the greater good and. in the light of the whole settler colonialism thing. is there a way to differentiate her attitude from jack's because i really dont wanna come off as "she's just as bad as him" guy number 172

I STRUGGLE WITH THIS TOO…To me the distinguishing factor is that the raiders don’t act with the same all encompassing anger that jack does. I don’t think there ever could be a true “just as bad as him” argument because he wants and has the means for total annihilation. no bias, no care for the individual, he says himself he wants every man, woman, and child on pandora dead. its his end goal, quite literally nothing matters more than that. whereas the crimson raiders have tunnel vision in regards to what they want and everything else is just white noise - the bandit casualties are just a byproduct of what they’re convinced they Have To Do, but their deaths are not the underlying goal. these people are violent criminals, so who cares if they die? they were in our way. the raiders have a scale for who is important and who isn’t, and the scale has some leniency for bandits. (that service = fondness cycle we’ve talked about before.) jack has no scale. it doesn’t matter what can be offered to him or what can be done for him. everyone is the same because everyone is a bandit and so everyone should die. so on and so forth. the best example i can think of is how lilith handled the children of the firehawk: she uses them as a shield, and tolerates them because of it. this tolerance grows to fondness. she’s flattered by them killing in her name. (its only bandits dying, after all. there’s no real value lost.) and then she intervenes whenever they start burning sanctuary citizens. (people who are decidedly Not Bandits, and deserve her protection.) jack would have just killed everyone at first glance. the bandits, the settlers, the vault hunters, and everyone else within a five mile radius if he could. lilith, if incentivized, can see the humanity in her enemy. which is something that jack outright refuses to do. i think comes down to generalized apathy versus abject hatred. someone can be made to care. it is a hell of a lot harder to convince someone to love or even tolerate someone they hate.

[sleepy-crypt1d]

i love how much jack hates vault hunters and talks about how awful they are like babydoll YOU are a vault hunter do not forget your roots

[mavuikas-w1fe]

Ladies and gentlemen, I got him.

[gildedagent]

Should we call someone? the whambulance?

[4pplec0re]

What's your fav thing about misha ☝️☝️ and what do you find interesting about his character

dont get me going

not sure about my favorite thing but i find him interestingin general... i love misha bachynskyi i need him under a microscope. using this ask as a microscope.

misha is so. god i wish i was better at words but this is MY blog i will yap however i want. anyway im so sad hes either mostly talked about because people find gus halper attractive or completely dumbed down. this man is SMART! he knows four languages! that is insanely difficult to do! why cant we have a hyper masc character who is also very emotional that isnt dumbed down or valued simply for his looks? misha is my favorite character and its so hard because then im lumped in with these people that mischaracterize him to such an insane level...... also please for the love of god everyone knows how much i love nisha i love nisha on such a Normal level but holy shit guys can we think about these two separately. please. im begging you, their personalities are not simply there to compliment each other. theyre their own characters!!!!!! anyway, misha. oh god i had more i wanted to say but i forgot it all fuck its overUm. OH YEAH i like how emotional that guy is. he feels his emotions so strongly whether it be rage, passion, sadness, excitement... just like me fr... ummmmmmmm autism beast. or something. i dont know. brain words dont come out good. im just waffling now. im no character analysist i just really really like misha bachynskyi

this turned into more of a rant of things youve heard on my priv already but alas. tumblr hasnt heard it

anyway guys ive got soooo many misha gifs uploading on tenor rn bc i was upset at the lack of gifs of just him!!!!! theyre still pending review but ive got more gifs too so if you wanna see my gifs just search 4PPLEC0RE on tenor

hes stimming ^^^^^^^^^

[parasolyaa]

it's approaching the 16th and only now i've finished the rtc valentine's exchange gift, i like barely avoided crossing the deadline!! happy late valentine's @sonny-boiiii, i deliver a nisha fic under the cut! <3

(P.S. may i have your ao3 username so i can post it as a gift work on there? formating a fic on tumblr is pure hell, j wanna go on a rant about all the book references in the authors notes xd)

“I always loved Macbeth. It's so… dramatic, you know. Real classic for a reason. And what’s your favourite book from school curiculum?” asks Noel, and Misha doesn't immideately answer. He’s resting his head on Noel’s lap, clearly one step from comfortably falling asleep. They’re sitting on a couch, although Misha’s position would better be described as “laying like a cat with no concept of personal boundaries”. 

“Foreign literature or Ukrainian?” finally asks Misha.

“I initially was asking about foreign, but you know what, pick whichever one you feel more strongly about."

Now Misha answers almost instantly, pausing only to mentally translate the name of the book, “Master of the ship! It’s about Odesa Film Studio in the nineteen twenties.”

“Really?” Noel is surprised at Misha’s choice, “Woah. And you call me boring for liking old films,” he remarks, smiling, and nodding to the TV that shows the French new wave film “Breathless” on silent with subtitles. Noel’s pretty sure Misha wouldn’t name the main characters. It’s there more as a light source, really.

“I like it not because of films, I haven’t watched any of the films from that studio, I like it because of Odesa! A book about my city, Noel! About the sea and the streets and everything—” all traces of sleep leave Misha as soon as he starts rambling, and Noel looks at his boyfriend fondly.

Misha continues, looking up at Noel to make sure he’s listening, “And there’s this lady, she first kisses the main character and then their other friend, and they all just hang out there on the bay, and it’s so— positive about it, you know?”

“I start to understand why you like this book more and more.” 

“The main reason is Odesa,” Misha assures him, “Though technically they don’t mention the name of the city in the book.”

Noel laughs, “I see think I’d give it a read. For the sake of the nineteen twenties cinema.”

“Yea, like what we’re watching!”

“Misha, Breathless is a sixties film.”

Misha lightheartedly swings a pillow at Noel, and Noel in turn makes a motion of pushing his boyfriend's head off his lap, but both are far too tired to have a proper pillow fight.

“I don’t think Master of the ship is translated to English," says Misha, "But there's this short story called I am (romance), i think this one is translated."

"Oo, the title sounds romantic," smiles Noel, "Should I give it a read tomorrow? Like, 14th of February."

Misha holds back a nervous laugh and Noel is thrown off guard at this reaction.

"No," says Misha finally, "It's not actually about romance. Although if you weren't my boyfriend, I wouldn't tell it to you, and your expectations would be — pif-paf! — crushed."

Misha makes finger guns and Noel can only assume it has to do with the content of the story.

"Is there a not sad book you like?"

"Fedko-brigrand. The most cheerful story there is."

"Really?"

"No. Although we should tell Ocean to read it," grins Misha and then immideately changes in demeanor, adopting an exaggeratedly upset expression, "Ukrainian literature is all so sa-a-ad! There wasn't a school curicullum book I didn't cry about when reading — and I'm usually tough, yo!"

Misha shifts his position slightly and Noel hugs him. He can't really tell if his boyfriend is actually upset or just reminiscing, but the answer comes out of Misha's mouth anyway, "To be fair tho, I only read, like, maybe five-six of the books from school programme. Always bullshitted through tests about the ones I didn't read, and somehow got fine grades. And after I came to Canada, I wasn't following Ukrainian school curriculum— I read Master of the ship because I'd need to catch up for if I go to Uni in Ukraine."

Misha practically bites back the last sentence, so it barely sounds comprehensible. He gets passionate talking about his past and awkward talking about his future: he wants to tie it with Ukraine, and Noel wants to tie his with France. They generally speak about it in vague terms, leaving room for uncertainity and trying not to look too far ahead. It is a challenge for their relationship that seems too hard to handle.

There is this sense of loss following Misha everywhere. There is a Ukrainian word for it, журба, meaning longing for home, or maybe a person, or maybe just longing. Anguish, is it? Misha explained it to Noel once, and he found it both poetic and scary: Noel fears he alone can't do enough to fully save Misha from it. Since he also can't think of anything to say, he just plants a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, and he practically purrs like a cat. That's enough for now.

"And foreign literature? What's your favorite foreign book?" asks Noel.

"Uhh, I forgot the name."

"Is it Lord of the flies?" asks Noel.

"E-eh no, didn't read it, why?"

"You give off vibes of someone who'd like it. Sorry," shrugs Noel and Misha rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner. He reaches for his phone.

"I'll look the name up," he says but stops when he looks at the time, "Yo!! Poet! It's midnight!"

"It is?!"

They both jump from the couch and scour to get the Valentine's presents they prepared beforehand. It was a slightly dumb, unreasonable decision to do gift giving at midnight rather than in the morning (or, as many couples do, on a romantic dinner in the evening. Of course, if the dinner itself isn't the present). But for their first Valentine's together it's… fitting. A silly and unique approach.

Noel retrieves an envelope and nervously hands it to Misha.

"You first. Happy Valentine's, love."

Misha looks him in the eyes, flustered, smiles and takes the gift. Noel's fidgets with the hem of his shirt, and Misha is also slightly sheepish — but it's the good kind of nervous, excited.

He opens the envelope and takes out two pieces of paper. Tickets to Ukraine.

“Oh. my fucking God.” says Misha, and Noel sees his face light up in disbelief and shock.

“I was thinking… I know you want to return fully, like, this year,” says Noel, “but it’s so uncertain and stuff, I thought you'd wanna be able to go earlier. For me, I've bought a ticket back, so I'll spend two weeks there with you, but you can decide your return date."

This is not just a ticket for a visit. This is a promise, a preview of what Noel's ready for and what he can sacrifice, what he believes they can figure out together. An expensive gesture at that. Just one ticket costs a significant piece of Noel's salary. And Misha's absolutely aware of all that. His cheeks are pink, his eyes are glistening, he's grinning. This makes Noel's heart feel warm, somehow.

"Thank, you, poet. I—" Misha starts laughing with this genuine, intense emotion induced laugh, "I remembered the book's name. The Gift of the Magi."

Noel tilts his head to the side, not sure why Misha's bringing this up now, until he also takes out a goddamn envelope and wordlessly hands it to Noel. He opens it slowly, keeping eye contact with Misha.

Tickets to France.

No fucking way; of fucking course.

"Happy Valentine's," says Misha and now they both start laughing at the absurdity that is their gifts, their gestures of devotion and willingness to make sacrifices. It's unclear who leans for a hyg first, but soon enough they're wrapped in each other's arms, giddy and so, so unbelievably happy.

They'll need to make adjustments to make their Canada-France-Ukraine-Canada tour work, later on they'll need to make compromises, deals and hard decisions, but, as they relocate back to the couch and fall asleep in each other's arms, it's clear they'll be alright.

[flowberry-fizzing]

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[borderlandsmostwanted]

I fully plan on organizing an entire rant about this, but for now I say:

I really think that Wilhelm deserves more attention (from people that aren't Jack fans, that is)

He's so much more than just ""evil for fun."" His story is actually kind of devastating tbh, and there's so much potential I think.

Wolf and Saint too. Nobody seems to know that they actually have their own personalities.

You know I haven't actually gotten the chance to play as him in pre-sequel yet but from what I've seen you are entirely right. When I was a kid I legit thought he was just some robot Jack made (I had only played bl2 at that point and my eye sight was total shit).

I sort of wish you could have maybe helped him out (or tried to) or literally if they gave him some more unique dialogue, intro card, whatever.

Nisha got a full quest line with lynchwood, Athena has popped up quite a bit (which is good, because I like her, but I digress), claptrap is obvious, Aurelia kinda got fucked over too but at least had some lines and plot, and if the Jack doppelganger is Timothy he also got a whole dlc to be in.

So yeah about half of them ended up dead but he REALLY got the shit end of the stick, games and fandom wise. For a fandom that loves bl2 so much he really gets looked over :(

I'd LOVE to hear about Wolf and Saint though. Maybe I should play as wilhem next to see them

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

NOOO!! keep going! i would like 2 hear it

Okay so.

The subaltern is defined as the person who is colonized, and thus placed in a submissive position. For Pandora that should be its native population only, but...

Under the framework of Orientalism that Said describes, Bandits share a BUNCH of traits with the subaltern orientalized. They are:

the Other, the Evil, the Beyond. This one is self explanatory. Bandits are barbaric, savage, so on so forth.

massively homogenized - all the bandit clans look more or less the same, even in 3 when you're taken to different planets (this is only sort of remedied in the dlc but dlc bandits have different group names so ???) they only really differ by skin color and accessories and those things are unrelated to their possible clan affiliation

never allowed to speak for themselves, i.e. everything about bandits is filtered through non-bandits. You do meet bandits and they do "speak" by themselves, but you are unable to meet them on equal footing. Krieg and Nisha are the closest, but Krieg is explicitly "not like the others" (noble savage trope anyone?) and Nisha is just straight up evil with zero nuance anyways. And then there's Vaughn which is a non-bandit who "went native" and therefore speaks for the bandit not with it.

The one feature that does not fit is the... seemingly very arbitrary nature of being a bandit? Ellie, Zane and Moxxi despite being born to "bandits" are never actually called bandits. Krieg is a type of bandit, on paper, but he doesn't get called a bandit. Both Brick and Vaughn become bandits ("go native"), but only the latter is ever called a bandit - also in the former case, the bandit thing pretty much goes away at some point (Brick tells you straight up not to be worried about killing his own people, what the fuck dude), and in the latter it's treated like an (admittedly kinda funny) joke. Also, as, I said above Vaughn is literally a "nativized" colonizer WHOSE ENTIRE CLAN IS DEAD AT THE START OF THE GAME (BOTH IN FIGHT FOR SANCTUARY AND IN BL3), so he is quite literally speaking for the bandit for there is no bandit alive to speak for themselves.

Then there's Tyreen's line about how bandits are "human wreckage left behind by the Corporate Wars"... like okay that is clearly a disenfranchised group. These people need help and you are mowing them down in droves! It doesn't help bandit clans have a disproportionately large amount of xenohuman or mutant members, like holy shit please learn to be nicer! (But I already ranted on how Borderlands assumes human nature to be Not Nice, contrary to its critique of capitalism so w/e)

...I know that this is a video game that needs a subhuman enemy for the player to mow down. But the bandit isn't just subhuman, it's an orientalized depiction of what I can only describe as a massive galaxy-spanning criminal subculture.

Btw this is the video essay I mentioned in the tags but you cropped the mention of it out. This is the video that made me read Orientalism:

Anyways Patricia Tannis may be the world's first banditist and I am unsure if that's good or not.

[anngaar]

ATTENTION!!!

Citizens of desiblr, and all other kingdoms of this hellsite

I, Raghav, The *self proclaimed* God of eViL, Bewafa billi, Maker of typos and doctor of all cute things..

Hereby, Declare War on The queen of hell, stabbing cinnamon roll and cutu ladkii

@hell-lit011019

Whenever you see her on your dash or if you are free and bored or even just for fun... Attack her with love and *hugs*

She shall be attacked with,

• Surprise kisses

• *Hugs*

• Love filled anons

• I LOVE YOUs

• Random flower and cat pictures

• Several poems and songs written about her beauty and love

• Rants on how special she is

• Memes that would make her laugh

• Songs that reminds about her

• Anything cute

• Things to make her giggle with

• technically if you see anything that makes you go, hmmm this will make her smile/blush/happy/giggle put it in your bag and once you come across lilac, spamm her with it

•Amd ofcourse, iceteaa and fries and pasta :))

Anyone and everyone who loves @hell-lit011019 is invited to join me in my noble cause

@vellhighbandi @prettymuch18 @on-the-road-to-ruin @nisha-always-in-nasha @sum-filius-noctys i am counting on you guys...

With that said,

@hell-lit011019 GET READY 🤺⚔️

Ok. Bubyeee

❤️‍🔥

[fairysylveon]

Handsome Jack😼

hell yeah 💞

how I feel about this character

I don't even know if I have the words to describe how much I adore him (& tim. they are a matching pair, do NOT separate!) he's everything to me and he's the best villain I've ever seen in any media ever imho. buuuut also I take great pleasure in annihilating him in his boss battle and letting lilith take the honor of killing his ass in bl2 because he's awful and I hate him (affectionate and derogatory all at once). basically he's the worst but your honor I fucking love him so much

all the people I ship romantically with this character

TIM!!!!!!!!! nisha, moxxi, rhys on occasion (they were the whole reason I got into this fandom so they have a special place in my heart). but there are several other characters I ship with him in purely sexual ways such as axton and zer0, sometimes katagawa. I love putting this man with anyone who walks

my non-romantic OTP for this character

I don't know if I have one 🤔

my unpopular opinion about this character

"hj was right/the good guy" makes me feel like I'm losing my mind actually like please can we stop using the "VHs kill too" as a gotcha? it's about CONTEXT. when literally EVERYONE in a universe is a murderer you cannot use killing people as a metric for good and bad anymore! that goes completely out the window in a universe like borderlands! I have so much more I could say on that topic including my semi-bandit-sympathizer take (also about context but the gist is that Full On Genocide Is Bad, Actually and even if you see all bandits as evil people who all deserve to die, jack lumps regular citizens in with bandits if they don't move to his designated cities with extremely strict rules that punish you for breaking them with death) but instead I'll just also say he was abusing his daughter WELL before tps so like.... and even if he was somehow justified for all of that (he is not ♥️) I don't WANT jack to be "right"! I want jack to be disgustingly evil, that's what's fun about him! killing people for cursing is EVIL! literally everything about the way he runs overlook is EVIL! but all that makes him FUN to hate (and love)! I don't want him to be a good guy, I like him dreadfully awful

this was not supposed to be a rant but I have a lot to say. this is a condensed version. sorry LAUGHS

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I wish he had open mouth kissed tim on screen /-:

[m4nga-stills]

Tsukimi does find the fabric choice!

Then nisha goes on a rant on how they also need staples in their collection not just couture dresses. Also available at a realistic price range.

But im also hate this part because im like the fast fashion is dependent upon cheap labor and these giant sewing factories.

AND SHES SO RUDE HERE

Shes so bitter and for fucking what ????😩

The amars are struggling tho after already being burnt out

Then this is how the amars react after being asked for one of them to take the operations manager position

The amars somewhat refuse the position and they do seem very overworked. But kurako mentions the supplier!!

Even tsukimi is having doubts

[mavuikas-w1fe]

Someone PLEASE write a fortnite nisha x fem reader. I'm desperate for nisha content.

[somuchfrstardust]

Idk how fic advertising works but, made a drabble based from this post that I made yesterday

also I’m going to have it below for better acces if you don’t want to read it on ao3 🫡

“What’s your name, girl?”

The spoken question is what causes her attention to focus, ever drifting in and out, the mind of a young child trying to work its way out of the heat-induced slumber the desert had lulled her into. Faintly, she can feel hands grasping her, pulling her up from the ground, and her young eyes blink against the sheer light of the sun hanging overhead.

There’s some person above her, gritty sand causing her eyes to grow bleary, and the stranger helps her into a sitting position.

“Come on now, what’s your name, girl?”

Her name? Hers.

The Girl is what she’s been called. It’s common, it’s what this stranger is calling her now, without the ‘The’ in front of it. Girl, The Girl, untraceable and simple, common and much too formal and strange.

She strains, her head swims, and she’s much too hot in her jacket. There’s sand stuck to every part of her, and she coughs a dry, dry cough.

Her name.

She was Motorbaby, too. Not just the passing phrase of some lost runner, fresh out of the city who has yet to even give themselves a zone name. She had been like that once, wandering, referred to as ‘some lost motorbaby.’ But then, it became her own for a while, no longer spoken with unfamiliarity, but with endeaarance, soft and personal.

Then, it was just ‘baby’ for a while. Jet called her that, would chant ‘baby, baby, baby’ to get her attention, and would smile at her when she would turn her head and look at him. He would ruffle her hair after, call her that again, and it would be spoken with so much love hidden away in his tone.

When she was young, younger than she is now, and close to driving herself to sleep sat at one of the booths in the diner, her hand gripping some scuffed excuse for a crayon, he would call her ‘angel.’

“Come along now, angel.”

He would say when he stops beside her booth, his hand resting on the edge of the back of the booth. She would mumble something incoherent, press her little stick of blue harder against the dusty paper in front of her, and Jet would chuckle. She remembers him slipping into the booth beside her, letting her lean against him as she colors. He would brush back her hair, and she would fall asleep against his side, his arm wrapped around her.

As time passes, new names came.

With a flash of color, she would be picked right up, spun around in a fit of giggles, and her ‘captor’ would say, “Let’s dance, girlie!” and spin her around with her in their arms. Poison was always so full of energy around her, and they would dance the night away to Dr. Deaths' radio station.

When she used to scrape her knees, cut her hands, or knock her head against something, Poison would always be right at her side.

“I’ve got you, sugar.”

They would say, and she would cry into their shoulder as they held her close. She would always cry, and they would always hold her, would always rub her back and sing softly in her ear, and then check where she had been hurt with such gentleness. They would clean her cuts, wrap her wounds, and press a single kiss to the bandaging.

“You’re strong, sugar, real strong. Even stronger than me, I think.”

And it would always make her smile and wipe away her tears, and they would smile at her as though she was the most precious thing they’d ever seen. Better than the trans am, better than hair dye, better than their mask, and it would make her feel incredibly loved.

Then came the quiet names, spoken sparsely, but with just as much care as the others.

Those were the whispered ‘sweethearts’ and ‘darlins,’ just when it was the two of them. When she’s feel herself sleeping where she sat, her eyelids growing heavy, she’d be picked right up and held close. Kobra would carry her back to the room she shares with Jet, and he’d lay her down and pull her tattered blanket up to her chin.

He’d brush the hair from her face and whisper a quiet, “G’night darlin’.” and she’d fall asleep as he leaves the room.

She was ‘sweetheart’ when she’d sit on some rock outside and watch him go through different self-defense drills. She always told him that he looked funny doing them, and he would scoff and have her repeat whatever motions he’d just done.

“Move your foot, yeah, like that. Good job, sweetheart.” He would say when she finally copies his movements, and she’d see one of those rare, face-spitting smiles on his expression.

Then, Fun Ghoul comes around and she has all new names again.

He’d regard her with wary interest, as though unsure of what to do with her when he’s left on ‘motorbaby-sitting’ duty. Jet and Kobra out on a run, and Poison heading to speak with Dr. Death and Show Pony about some raid out in Zone 4.

Ghoul would sit and stare, and she would sit and stare, and they’d be still for a few tense, awkward minutes before a grin would curve Ghoul's lips.

“Wanna go blow somethin’ up, kid?”

And of course, she’d agree, and they’d get an awful scolding later when the others came back to find the two of them a good distance from the diner, blowing up random cans and containers.

Later, when he’s at his workbench and she’s on his lap, and her curiosity has her reaching out to touch the makeshift bomb he’s working on, he slaps her hand away.

“You’re a real gremlin, you know that?”

And she would giggle at how grumpy he sounds, but he doesn’t tell her to leave nor does he dare toss her from his lap.

“Come on girl, your name, what’s your name? You’re not some dud, are ‘ya?”

The stranger comes back into focus now, and she rubs some of the grit from her eyes. Her mouth opens to speak.

“Motorbaby! Thank the Witch— I’ve found her, over here!”

Poison beats her to it, and she twists to see them coming from a distance. Soon, the others are right along with them, and they all but collapse right beside her.

“Girlie, you had us so terrified.”

The stranger stands off and away from her now, Poisons hands wiping the sand from her dirt, and Jet rushing to get a canteen of water from his bag. And when Ghoul sits beside her, and Kobra gives her one of his rare smiles, she once again feels so incredibly loved.

[claptraprights]

I just remembered that Nisha has this one idle line where she’s like: “I want to choke someone or get choked. I try not to be picky.” And considering Jack’s weird pet-peeve about saying ‘choking’ instead of ‘strangling’ I now live in the knowledge that these two clowns must at some point have had the dumbest sex argument imaginable.