#rboooks

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Future Son????

It has been a while since I have done an original prompt. So DCxDP prompt #2

Danny gets into a fight with Impulse/Bart about Bart changing the timeline messing things up for Danny and effectively erasing his family, because the change made it so Maddie and Jack never got together. But because of Clockwork sending him on a mission to the past while Bart changed the timeline and the medallion Dan had phased into Danny he remembers the old timeline. Also he has access to his powers but for some reason can’t change into ghost form.

This fight happens in front of the rest of the young justice team. And Nightwing was coming there to teach a training lesson and over hears half of what Danny is shouting.

From Dick’s point of view there is a black haired, blue eyed kid with powers that are suspiciously like a Tamuraneans, yelling at Bart about losing his family because his parents never got together. Also Dick and Kori had recently broken up. (Feel free to make up a reason.)

Due to a misunderstanding Dick is going to help his time displaced “son” adjust to the new reality.

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[sistertotheknowitall]

DCxDP Prompt

Because I couldn’t get Congratulations! It’s Triplets! By @rboooks out of my head.

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Jason wouldn’t say he regret it. Sure it wasn’t what he planned nor was it what he would have wanted, but he didn’t regret it. They didn’t mean to become parents, it was a one night stand. He wondered if this was how Roy felt when Jade had Lian. Like the world had been flipped on its head. Like everything he thought he knew now seemed wrong.

Lian would like his daughter. From what Jason could tell he thought they’d be fast friends.

Christ. His daughter.

He watched as she ran through the front door, her mom following behind. She was talking a mile a minute, her hands flying around her face. Her mom threw her head back, laughing. God he wished he could hear it. Hear what all his daughter had to say. He wanted to be a real dad to her not just a father. Someone she could talk to and trust. However, as Jason continued to watch from the roof across the street, he knew that he could never get that close. This was as far as he could reach.

A crime lord, who was legally dead and had a kill count. He wasn’t cut out to be a dad. The two examples he had wouldn’t exactly be considered great role models.

Her mother had named her Ellie, short for Daniella after her late uncle Daniel or “Danny.” She was feisty and a little brash, his daughter. Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some pride in knowing some of that was him. Although he could see the same stubbornness in Jazmine.

He thinks that’s what drew him to her. Standing in a bar on a side of town she definitely shouldn’t have been in, she had held her own against two men trying to drag her out. Jason went to step in when she had pulled a police grade taser out and had both men on their knees in pain before he moved two steps. He didn’t introduce himself that night (she was a little preoccupied with the police). However, he got the chance to a few months later and one thing led to another and they had slept together. He left with barely a goodbye and they never saw each other again. Jason was too preoccupied with his plans for Bruce and the clown to spend time thinking about one night.

As for her, he knew she was a student at Gotham U and figured she had also spent little time thinking about that night.

Imagine his surprise when he stumbled upon her again but with a child. His child.

He didn’t know how to really feel about it, about her, Ellie.

As much as he hates to admit it he spent the first week getting drunk and despairing at being a deadbeat. He eventually calmed down and reasoned that it wasn’t his fault nor Jazmine’s. He had given her a fake first name and they hadn’t exchanged last names. Even if she did want to tell him she was pregnant she had no way of finding him.

And he never thought he needed to be looking for them.

—-

Jazz could feel them being watched and did her best to act normal. She never gave away that she was aware of him. She didn’t want to frighten Ellie and she was still unsure of how to handle the situation. It has been weeks and he never once seemed interested in harming them. Yet.

He just watched. Not all the time- not every day, but at least once a week she could feel him staring from a roof, a window, the mouth of an ally. He followed them at night and watched for a bit after they returned home. In a way it felt like he was protecting them, but in what sense did this hulking figure have a right to guard them? It also begged the question; what was he protecting them from?

Jazz was near positive that she had never interacted with the mask figure nor any other that roamed Gotham. She did her best to avoid them, all of them.

It could be he was fixated on her as a single mother to a reckless little girl. If that was so, then she was going to have to be more cautious. She didn’t want to even give him a chance to think he could approach Ellie. Stalkers were never a good thing but she knew the GCPD would never take it seriously.

All he was doing was watching.

Jazz knew her daughter was smart beyond her five years of life, but she was still just a child. So while Jazz was certain that Ellie had no idea about their predicament, she knew Ellie could feel something was off. The young girl had started to look around more on their walks home, her head swiveling, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Jazz hated it. Her daughter should be skipping as she told Jazz about her day in pre-school, not gripping her mother’s pant leg, silent as she looked for the source of her unease.

For the life of her, Jazz did not know what the man could possibly want and while it pissed her off to no end it also frightened her. Of course it frightened her. She was a single mother in Gotham City with a stalker. Maybe she should summon Danny or send Ellie to her grandparents for a bit while she takes care of this.

[hello-there-neighbor]

This is my very first Tumbler post, so please forgive me for any weird formatting. @dcxdpdabbles and @rboooks have this amazing DPxDC AU called Adoptive Son; please read it, it is so great! Obviously, there will be spoileres, so ye be warned and all that jazz. Anyway, I had an idea for a scene and really wanted to share it, so here it goes:

This would take place during part 6, after Danny's arrest, but before Tim's attack. Danny gets a phone call, right? (Like that's a thing when you get arrested, you get to make one phone call?) Obviously, he calls Dick. I'm going to say because the Gotham police are mad at him, ya know, being the "child trafficker" that he is and all, they wait as long as they possibly can to let him call, but when they finally do, he calls Dick. I pictured it like this:

It had been weeks but finally, finally, they were letting him talk to Dick. Nothing else mattered to him. They could put him away, and even dismantle the company; he could escape, he'd actually need to finish and then use the portal, which he had, he was ashamed to admit, moved to be a minor priority in his actually pretty great half-life here, but he’d figure a way to make it work with Dick and Tim, and everyone else would be able to find work again... eventually. He just needed to make sure his family knew it wasn't true. That's all that mattered to him. Of course they would know in their hearts, but he couldn't let them worry like that; even a little doubt would be devastating to them, he was sure. The phone rang... and rang... and rang... ‘please’, he thought, ‘please please please, pick up! Please come o-’

"Hello?" Dicks voice was tired and hoarce, he couldn't shake the image it painted of Dick, tearstained and distraught, more sleep deprived than even Danny had ever been.

"Listen! They aren't going to give me much time." Dick remained silent on the other side, so he barroled on into the ramble he had been needing to let out for weeks. "I don't know how much you've heard, but I didn’t do this! Please, you need to believe me. I didn't do this! I don't know where they're getting evidence from, but it's not true! I swear I didn't! You know that, right? You know I could never! You know I didn't do this."

"Yes, you did." Danny's heart stopped, not that he needed it, but still. "I found it, Crowne, the journals, everything. I turned you in." Danny felt his core crack.

"What? No... No, y-you wouldn't!" Tears were falling on his cheeks now, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. "You know me! You know who I am! You know I w-" He was cut off before he could finish. "Yes, I do, and yes, you would." Diletone rang in his ears even after he had been forcibly pulled away from the receiver. His face was blank. Only one word could describe the pain and betrayal and loss he was feeling: CRACK!

So ya… thanks for humoring me! And thank you @dcxdpdabbles and @rboooks, for writing this story to begin with! You are super crazy talented and should be so proud of yourself!!!

[stealingyourbones]

Bones!!! SOS !!!

I just found out that @rboooks / @dcxdpdabbles has deleted their blogs!!!

They are a big part of the fandom, it was so sudden!

What happened? Will they be okay? I'm worried!

They were most likely reported by someone (unsure who and why) which caused their blog to be deleted. They’re in the process of contacting tumblr staff to try to get their blog back. I hope they do get their account back, that’s such a sucky situation I can’t even imagine just having all work you’ve done just be gone so suddenly.

[gaddaboutgriffon]

New prompt in Meme form!

What I am getting from this is Dan instead saved Dani/Ellie (I like the name Ellie for her, ok) when she was destabilizing and melting but when he got her to restablize she aged down to her actual age and is now a baby. And Dan decides to raise her.

Now the prompt has him stealing the suit and becoming Red X. Here is my take on that. Dan has been wandering on his own for a while, because he refused to Live with Vlad. Lots of bad memories of vlad from the future, but when that future was no longer possible Dan was going to fade into nonexistence if he didn’t get fused to a body from the present. Vlad used cloning tech to make that body and almost ending caused Dan to start a redemption arch, but again there was still too much bad blood between him and vlad from the old timeline memories. So yeah he is backpacking across the world.

Anyway back to the present, he now has baby Ellie to take care of so homeless backpacking is not going to cut it. He was in Jump City not long ago during the Time Robin was Red X, but passing a store TV play the news sees Robin back in his traffic light colors and gets an idea. He could make good money as a rogue for hire and the established Red X name would get him clients quick. So he steals the suit.

Then we fast forward to a ghost wanting something with the same artifacts Red X was hired to steal by comparator of Brother Blood’s. The ghost had caused trouble in amity when it went through the portal and Danny has chased it all the way out to Jump city where everything comes to a head together with the Teen Titans, the Hive Five, (Slade/Deathstroke watching from a distance), Red X, Phantom, and Ellie just now poking her head out of the duffel bag Dan didn’t know she stowed away in cause this was the first time she used intangiblity or any ghost powers since she destabilized.

Ok we have the set up. Now go, tumblr writers! Write the chaos and angst! Or expand upon any of the previous sections. @ailithnight @bianca-hooks123 @bloggerspam @confusedshades @chaos-bringer-13 @dragonsrequiem @evilminji @flamingpuddingreblogs @ghostbsuter @hello-eden @hdgnj @hypewinter @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @jedipirateking @kizzer55555 @menolly5600 @ourrechte-blog @phantom-0-writer @puppetmaster13u @rboooks @starwrighter @stormikitty @starlightcat04 @sistertotheknowitall @virgamsysxvolumes @vi-reads @woodland-gremlin @zylev-blog @zeestarfishalien

It's the 20th anniversary of Danny Phantom and I'm back to share memes about a dcxdp crossover idea I had and never posted.

These have been sitting around in my gallery for months now

[childotkw]

I'm sorry if I'm bothering but I was thinking the other day of Tom being useless when it comes to Harry and just wouldn't it be funny if Dumbledore thinks "hmmm maybe we can send something back in time to stop Tom from going crazy? Something that needs to not exist in that time but strong enough it can lauch onto a soul there as a anchor....Harry my Horcuxs boy! How would you like to volunteer as a honeypot to stop a Dark Lord?" "What?" "It's for the greater good. Go shake that rump in the past for teenage Tom."

Dumbledore: it's for the greater good, my boy

Harry: i don't see how seducing Tom Riddle would help anyone, sir

Dumbledore, remembering how useless Grindelwald could be when he was in full-on crush mode: ...

Dumbledore: you'll just have to trust me on this one, Harry

[cywscross]

Happy birthday to you!! Hope it's a fun filled day!

Thank you ^_^

[midnightluck]

Can i ask a MAS story with lots of fluff and Christmas for a very good friend named: @marcoacesabo (rboooks) please? :3 ~cookie~

@marcoacesabo, Roo, you have good friends! Sorry this took a bit but enjoy the fluff!

“You really don’t have to do this, yoi,” Marco says with no expectation of being listened to.

“Stop messing with it,” Sabo hisses at Ace, ignoring Marco entirely and tugging at Ace’s shirt cuffs. “You’re gonna stretch it out! Stop–!”

“It’s fine, Sabo; just leave it,” Ace says, trying to free his wrist from Sabo’s grip. Sabo’s looking a bit frayed and isn’t letting go, so Ace uses a hold-break, takes a step and a half turn, and tugs Sabo’s hands just hard enough to drag Sabo forward and off balance. “Stop freaking out!”

Sabo starts to sputter something that’s probably a denial but crashes into Ace before he can finish. Sabo usually would catch himself so Ace wasn’t braced for it and he stumbles and then they’re both on the ground, rolling and hissing.

Marco doesn’t bother looking back at them. He nods to Haruta in the doorway. “Hi,” he says. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Haruta echoes, then looks around him. “Are they okay?”

“Yeah,” Marco says, stepping forward towards the warmth of the house. “Just leave them, yoi. They’ll be fine.”

“Hey!” Ace yells behind him, but Marco lets the door close.

“Here.” He hands a bag full of small boxes over and Haruta takes it on autopilot, still squinting towards the door. “They’re just nervous about meeting the family.”

“Mmm. So they…take it out on each other?”

“Violence is how their family shows affection,” Marco says. The door slams open behind him and the two of them tumble in, dripping snow and bad words everywhere.

“Marco!” Ace whines. “You didn’t hafta–”

“Hi,” Sabo says, darting forward with hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m Sabo. Nice to meet you.” Ace steps up and Sabo plants his other hand across Ace’s face and pushes him back away. “I’m the normal one,” he says, bracing himself against Marco’s side and still holding his hand out to shake. “Don’t mind us. It’s fine.”

Marco plants his feet and wishes he still had the bag of presents so he had an excuse to stay out of it. “You guys said you’d behave, yoi.”

“No, we didn’t,” Sabo says, turning on him, eyes slightly wild. “You said we’d behave. I said we’d try.”

“I always behave,” Ace says, but he’s currently faceplanted on the ground with Sabo’s wet boot on his back so it’s not very convincing.

“We,” Sabo tells him, leaning forward hard enough that Ace wheezes, “are making a good impression. We are being nice and normal and sane. We are being calm and reasonable, Ace. We are being polite.”

“They are?” Haruta asks Marco, who, sadly, has to nod.

“Good,” Haruta says, shaking Sabo’s still outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you guys. I think you’ll fit right in.”

[arrancar-fan-bleach-refrence]

It looks like they reinstated their blog as well as their main blog.

This is one of my favorite posts of theirs and hopefully the link works: https://www.tumblr.com/dcxdpdabbles/761301665060159488/dcxdp-fanfic-ideavanishing-bookstore?source=share

Their main blog: https://www.tumblr.com/rboooks

Side blog: https://www.tumblr.com/dcxdpdabbles

I'm mostly a lurker and also don't check Tumblr often but when I looked this morning and couldn't find any of their posts I was so upset and confused. I didn't know about the situation until I came across this posts.

okay guys we have to help them

DCxDPdabbles Tumblr was deleted by Tumblr for unknown reasons out of nowhere.

If you have any of their works, reblog them with DCxDPdabbles.

So that when they get them back it's easier for them to sort.

[mtcolubo]

🍥 Of either Ace or Sabo if that's okay?

featuring my dead husband as my other dead husband, and then neferpitou sabo bc they’re both cute :3c

[ask-theportgasfamily]

Have you ever been sailing Spade?

“But when I do, the first place I’ll stop at is Water 7. Gotta get me a shipwright for my crew.. I was told they have the best ones there.. plus, Mom said it was a pretty place.. I gotta remember to take her there again when I’m older.”

[d-does-art]

THank You @rboooks for the coffees!!! That’s so sweet of you!!!! 

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Rebloging cause I feel like we are sleeping on this plot and more can be added. That and I have more people I can tag now.

Also can we have him change his alias to Cardinal?

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Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but he’s still a nine year old child.

Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to… Gotham Primary’s truancy officer.

Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.

“Hello, Timothy. Are your parents home?”

“Uh- no, sir. Only my nanny. I’ve been really,” think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? “really sick. She went out for some medicine.”

Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.

“I see. I’ll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when you’re ill, Timothy.”

“Oh. She-” shit, shit, shit! “Doesn’t speak English.” Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. “I’ll let my mom know to email you, sir?”

The truancy officer sighed. By Tim’s lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, “Email the school. And have her sign this note, please.”

Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.

When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.

Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drake’s signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his mother’s credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.

He’d miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, he’ll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.

He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps “Young Timothy” should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out he’s nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.

“That’s what people don’t mention about time traveling. It’s all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.” Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. He’ll have to find someone to drive him to the tests…

His mind turned to his neighbors… hm. That’s a possibility.

Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his mother’s email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.

Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.

His new goal?

Find Cassandra Cain.

[empresswrites]

@rboooks said:

Only two soulmates can fuse together!au for MarcoAce, please?

This was super fun to think on (I have another fusion request that will be super different but fun once I get thoughts together for it) I do hope you enjoy my take on fusion for them as I don’t know much about that gem fusion anime/show? I do love the pictures I see from it though, they are gorgeous fused together!

Ace had been a part of the crew for almost a year and no one had taken in the subtle signs of their youngest and the first commander. Most figured Ace was taking in lessons to know what to do among the crew and that of being the new second commander. It was a lot of responsibility and everyone knew that, letting him seek Marco for advice.

When a battleship had come to fight the Whitebeard pirates, they had been ready with excitement and led by their commanders. The fight had proven to be more fierce, the marines starting to use fusion soulmates to fight and make a type of super soldier. Soulmates who can fuse are known to take both attributes into play and form to something that of more power, but it was dangerous with devil fruit users as one being cannot contain two of them. 

“Stop the fusions!” Haruta yells, noticing as this ship has four fusions and they were trained to be powerful with one carrying a devil fruit to fight. It caused difficulties, Whitebeard even knew that the Moby couldn’t take anymore damage if they wanted to sail through with only one other encounter before needing an island.

Grey eyes find blue ones from the phoenix resting to the sails, giving a grit of teeth and nodding with eyes sharpening. A loud screech forms from the bird, pushing talons off as the second commander runs forward from the Moby. Jumping from the railing, red fire swirls before attaching to that of the phoenix that flies through. A pull is on the two as the phoenix twirls with a screech and doing a dip before red fire licks to be the prominent color of the bird. Eyes shimmer with an amethyst and the phoenix gives another call as it soars towards the marine battleship.

Fire explodes in waves from the new formed phoenix and bullets go through with a chasing of blue fire to heal. Surprise is not only on the marines, but of the Whitebeard pirate crew as they hadn’t expected to see their commanders to fuse together as it was heard to be impossible for two devil fruit users.

“Charge on!” Whitebeard hollers with bisento pointed forward with a proud gaze to the phoenix that flaps wings with gushing fire whipping out to one of the marines’ fused fighters.

Once the fight is over, the marine battleship sinking into the New World’s depths, the phoenix swirls around the mast as everyone gets situated. Once Whitebeard stood before his chair, the phoenix comes down to soon form feet in dark gladiator sandals to land on a shoulder, dark blue cargo shorts starting to follow through the red and blue flames as they transformed back to human. Purple sash around the waist with golden belt lingering with a dagger to a hip and the bare torso shows of Marco’s tattoo, but one is also to the back showing of Ace’s. A dark blue necklace shows around the neck and the baby face is taken from Ace easily with a light dusting of freckles that are hard to notice. Full lips sit in a stoic fashion and hooded eyes show those amethyst eyes. Hair flares to that of dark hair with strands of blond combed over to one side of their head and reaching past the ear and the other side is shaved.

“Good job, sons.” Whitebeard states with head tilted to take on the new form of the two commanders and getting a smile that shows Ace in it and there is a cooing following. 

“Of course, Pops.” The voices are mingled, smoothing in harmony and it couldn’t be helped their brothers stare in fascination. “We will protect the family however we can, yoi.”

[ask-the-revolutionary-army]

How suprised was the army when they found out Dragon has a son?

Koala: Sabo! I’m so glad you’re ok!

Hack: You had us worried!

Sabo: Haha… sorry guys…………… Wait! Did Dragon say Luffy is his SON!?! Luffy is my brother!

Koala: Yeah, we were really surprised, but then Sabo fainted so we were focused on that… Dragon didn’t seem phased when we found out though!

[authenticaussie]

“Though the question of an heir remains, I’d say I got lucky.” For AceSabo, please?

Commissions || Ko-Fi || [Requests are closed!]

A slip of paper decides his fate, all neat cursive and an ending flourish like a stamp, and his mother’s signature is along the bottom but that’s not what his eyes are drawn to.  

It’s fire in his hand as he runs, a burn, a bruise, but not a burden; no, he could never call it that. Not even as the paper crinkles and his fist shakes as he knocks on the door, and Sabo doesn’t say ‘come in’ but he can’t wait. 

“Have you-?” he asks as the door opens, but Sabo’s on the other side and Ace can see the paper in his hand and the way his gaze is unsteady. “You have,” he breathes, and Sabo looks at him, his mouth parted uselessly. 

“It’s- true?” Sabo finally manages to say, and Ace nods even as he steps forwards, reaching for him. He falls into Ace’s arms, his hands cupping Ace’s face like a lifeline, but Ace can’t bear himself to stop moving, tracing Sabo’s arms, his shoulders, his cheeks, as though to stop touching him would be a death sentence, as though it would prove this a dream.

Only Sabo’s mouth is spreading into a smile under his palm, his lips against Ace’s thumbs, and he tries to hide his joy but it’s about as hard for him to stop it as it is for Ace to move away. 

“Though the question of an heir remains, I’d say I got lucky,” Sabo says, and Ace can’t help the short burst of relieved laughter that escapes him. Lucky, Sabo says, as though they haven’t feared his fate since he became of marrying age, lucky, as though he hasn’t burnt candles low trying to find laws that will let him escape the fate his parents have planned. 

Lucky, as though they haven’t traded kisses in early morning hours and wondered if this would be they last moment the shared. 

“I’d hope you’d feel more than just lucky,” Ace murmurs as he presses their foreheads together, his hand cupping the back of Sabo’s head, hand tangling in the hair at the base of his neck, and Sabo presses back, as close as he can without them being one.

“If I were to say how happy I truly felt you’d never let me live it down.”

Another laugh bubbles to his lips, sweet and heady like wine and freedom and love, and he closes his eyes to stop the sting behind them. "I have the rest of our lives to make sure you never live it down,“ he says, and the next breath he takes shudders.

“Don’t-” Sabo says, and though his tone is amused Ace can hear his breath hitching too. “Ugh, you bastard- I can’t believe-”

“What, that you’re marrying me?” Ace shoots back, and Sabo’s own laughter sounds disjointed; when Ace opens his eyes he can see Sabo’s smile wobbling, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. Sabo closes his eyes before the sob hits, body tensing to try and stop how his shoulders jot, but his grin is still so wide, and the sound he makes is nothing short of thankful. 

“That I’m marrying you,” he croaks, and then his breath hitches again and the choked sound that escapes him falls somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Ace can’t help but run his thumb under Sabo’s eye, gentle over old scar tissue and pain. 

He tilts Sabo’s face up, and Sabo’s fingertips dig into his hip, dragging him that tiniest bit closer, longing and a fierce ache on his face; but there is nothing fierce in how between one breath and the next they kiss, and Ace can’t help but think;

This might not be the kiss that marries them, but to him, this is the one that counts.