#sorry I’m crazy rn

[postseasons]

back to our regularly scheduled programming

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Most of the words written here are again lyrics from Joywave’s Destruction, but throughout lyrics here and there, I plan to incorporate a little bit of dialogue! I’ve been playing around a lot with lighting and fun poses and stuff, so this has genuinely been a blast to work on :] Expressions have always been my favorite thing to draw but uh. There’s something particularly special about getting to draw chill/stoic characters like doc and etho um. Going Through It >:3 (Same with X but we’ll get there later)

Still don’t know how many parts this will be, but I’ll be updating each part as everything comes out! :]

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

god jack rose and the doctor just love each other so fucking much it kills me. the parting of ways where jack wants his last act to be kissing rose and the doctor tenderly and softly. to rose “you are worth fighting for” to the doctor “wish i never met you (affectionate)” it’s the doctor kissing rose on the forehead before he sends her to safety. it’s rose refusing to let jack die. a subconscious deep desire to keep him alive. the doctor protecting rose. jack and the doctor being willing to die because at least rose is safe. jack fighting for the first time in his life because he found people to fight for. the doctor just wanting rose to be happy even if it isn’t with him. unwell

[sunmisbf]

changmin’s literally insane 😭

[vaperarmand]

list of things that would kill a decrepit old media magnate:

1. his youngest son saying “hello, fucky-sucky brigade” and “are you a cunt?”

[romantichopelessly]

invitation to speak more about the secret good td3 in your head, if you so desire!

Ok so I sat on this ask for DAYS because I wanted to have some cohesive, great answer, but the thing about The Dreamer Trilogy that haunts me is that I can never come up with good concrete thoughts about how to fix the issues I have with it, which is why I reference the “secret good td3 in my head” because it can never fully leave my head in any real way. That being said here’s a list of some elements I would change to make my secret good td3, in no particular order.

The visionaries don’t exist. Liliana, Persifal, etc. are just psychics that keep getting visions of the end, and die for reasons other than their power. Explaining what Visionaries are and subsequently over explaining the magic system of td3 is part of what made the trilogy so confusing and ruined a lot of the magic that the TRC universe already had for me. We don’t need concrete explanations, and psychics can still fill this role. The changing age and exploding added nothing?? to the narrative?? that I can think of?? We can even keep the age gap for Carliana if we want to, just make Liliana an older psychic like Maura/Persephone/Calla. It will even add to the excellent Carmen-Mr. Gray parallels.

Lean more into the themes of the age group. TRC is a coming of age story. It’s about being 17/18. It’s about learning your inner self and getting others to see the true you. TD3 should be more about being 19/20/21. To me, TD3 at its peak is like Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6. Which is uniquely about the horror of being in your early 20s, losing support systems, having to learn to be a full self-reliant person, grappling with what your parents did to you, and the crushing loneliness of not being around Your People anymore. TD3 has all of these themes, but I really think they need to be fleshed out more, and given proper conclusion that isn’t just “yippee everything is fine now!”

Greywaren is longer. I think almost everyone agrees that Greywaren, as a book was just too short to wrap up all the plot lines set up, and does almost none of them justice. That book needed a whole rewrite. In theory, I’m completely fine with how it opens—Ronan being in a dream coma was foreshadowed from CDTH, and is an idea that I’d actually thought of as interesting before even reading the book. Other elements of this book like Declan’s rampage, Matthew going rogue, etc are great directions for the characters, I’d just want to rework them. I could make solo posts about any of these.

The Pynch breakup either doesn’t happen, or is set up further in advance and lasts longer. Personally, I lean towards the latter. Adam and Ronan’s conflict is set up from the very beginning of CDTH, or even from Opal (Adam warring between wanting to stay with Ronan and needing to follow through with his lifelong plans, and being frustrated that Ronan never asks for anything from Adam (specifically, to stay) ((side note: perhaps Adam’s insecurity here about Ronan respecting his boundaries so thoroughly stems from both having a family that never would respect his wishes, and Gansey (Adam’s model of love, Adam’s model of everything) having to learn not to ask things like that of Adam. What does it mean that Ronan never even tries?)) AND Ronan dealing with the crushing loneliness of being left and dealing with the consequences of having a long distance bf who is more successful than him). So they needed to have an argument about this. It’s also just in character that these two would not be perfect communicators. So. My idea: In CDTH we get no Adam POVs, just Ronan’s side of the story. We see, rather than Ronan just getting upset over one missed text, that Adam begins to pull away after the murder crab incident. We the audience don’t know why, other than Ronan’s unreliable narration and insecurity. So when Adam doesn’t respond to that one text at a vital fraught time, Ronan does what he does best, shuts down, pulls away and self destructs. Then MI rolls around and we start getting Adam POVs. We learn that after the murder crabs, Adam was throwing himself into trying to fix the nightwash situation for Ronan (Adam is not in contact with Declan here, unfortunately). After visiting for Ronan’s birthday and seeing the Lace, Adam starts to have dreams/premonitions about the end of the world (no visionaries in this universe, just psychics who are/were close to dreamers getting the visions!!). So he obviously sets out to fix this alone too. He calls his best approximations to contacts in this underground world that aren’t Declan. Henry and Mr. Gray. (+ maybe also Maura & Calla) ((Also don’t worry Henry doesn’t leave the Sarchengsey trip, just advises Adam on where to start)). Now that Adam has lost contact with Ronan (he was busy and missed the message and Ronan went off the grid like in canon), he goes full throttle into trying to solve everything while managing being his perfect Harvard persona (this gets him close to a breakdown, very reminiscent to Dream Thieves). Perhaps we get to see Adam and Declan working together to acquire sweet metals and understand the underworld of magic together. He and Ronan fight the one time they get to talk over the phone, Adam because he is truly scared Ronan will be the one to end the world, Ronan because he feels like this is another person perceiving him as a failure and wanting to control/baby him (+ he hates Adam hanging with Mr Gray and Declan of all people). By the time Greywaren starts, Adam is wrung out and hurting and Ronan is dead to the world, so yeah. He doesn’t think he can spend emotional energy playing safeguard to his boyfriend’s coma corpse. And then by the end of the book they have an actual argument/discussion no “they didn’t need words” cop out.

The number of Dreamers/Dreams has to be reduced. It’s cool to say that dreams were always integrated into this world, but it creates so many plot holes it isn’t even funny. There is no way Niall could have passed off the Greywaren being a box that brings dreams to life if Dreamers were such a common occurrence. No secret can be kept that well, someone in the black market would have known, and thus Greenmantle/Mr. Gray/Laumonier/ect WOULD HAVE KNOWN !!!

Declan does not have all his character erased by suddenly loving his mommy and daddy. Seriously what the fuck was that. Declan suddenly deciding to forgive his father because actually Declan was secretly the favorite child first is INSANE. Especially after seeing that that changed because Niall and Mor WANTED TO KILL HIS BROTHER!!! The two tenants of Declan Lynch in TRC were protecting his remaining family and fucking hating that Ronan idolized Niall just because Niall loved him best. So why make Declan turn around and do the same??? Suddenly Niall wasn��t so bad because actually he let Declan be shoved into a car trunk during a shootout out of love. I hate this plot line. Family doesn’t have to be forgiven. Understood, that’s one thing. Forgiven?? Not always. Sick of it. The real takeaway from seeing those memories should have been closure to Declan’s arc of learning that dreams should be viewed as people completely.

I definitely have other points but I cannot think of them right now. And I want to post this so I will. But TD3, as you can see, makes me an insane person.

[hangmanssunnies]

I know they didn’t in the movie. (Don’t get me started on other uniforms they refused to give us 🤬) HOWEVER!!! The US Navy does have a version of camouflage uniforms called NWUs. I don’t know if that helps you out though.

sometimes I wish tgm dudes wore camouflage so I could make dad jokes in my fics

[rissas-pieces-1]

I am two weeks late but HALLOWEEN RAAAAAAAAA

[mamaestapa]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

OH MY-

jamie drysdale is the finest man ever. he is SO pretty🤭

[chaosduckies]

Tiny vampire

But they aren't the helpless one, the human is. The human carries this vampire around like a secret weapon. The vampire could turn into a bat and hang from an ear like an earring at night even...and then there were bullies!!!

You should have both be your usual he/him

Tiny vampire. Yes. I’m not going to lie, I have zero idea how to feel about this since I like it, but not at the same time, so I’m very sorry if this didn’t come out like you had expected. (And if it didn’t, I’ll rewrite it!) I hope you enjoy either way though! (I’m sorry this took so long to post and thank you for the title idea!)

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: slight mentions of death (Doesn’t actually happen), slight bullying

Pocket Assassin

In all my years, I have never seen one single human as gentle and caring as the one I, for some reason, was glued to. 

Hayven was a nice kid. In the turmoil of all the trouble life forces him to endure, he just brushes the dirt off his clothes and keeps on going. Part of the reason I had gratefully accepted his offer to stay with him. It pains me to see such a young being having to suffer through all of life’s troubles alone. His parents were no help in the matter, and I probably would have already murdered them if Hayven had pleaded me not to. Claiming that they really were nice people. Pfft. I doubt it. 

It wasn’t exactly hard to stay out of vision from the humans when you were three inches tall. That wasn’t the part I was worried about. The part that worries me is that every time one of his parents walk into Hayven’s room I can barely hold in the need to strangle them. And I could do it. The amount of times I came close to cracking- Just the thought alone made me want to march over to the living room where his parents were currently residing in and just- agh. But I would listen to Hayven, because he was right. 

So far as I know, humans still haven’t found out my kind’s existence. Not a borrower, but a vampire. Just on a much, much smaller scale, and I guess that was for the best since humans can just be so- irritating sometimes. Like I said, if it wasn’t for Hayven, I probably would have strangled hundreds of people after we had met. I still don’t understand why he won’t just let me… teach them a lesson. By that I mean to seriously injure them. Best part is that they’ll never even know who it was. Or they will and everyone would think they were crazy if they were trying to tell someone. I mean, who would believe that a 3 inch tall person just absolutely made a fool out of someone twenty times their size? I only know two people in the entire world who would actually know. Myself and Hayven. 

Today was no different. His parents stayed in the living room, and at some point I could smell his mom cooking lunch. Hayven was at school, about to come back home in about thirty minutes if the clock on his nightstand was right. There really wasn’t anything to do while Hayven was gone. Usually he would close his door and we would talk until one of his parents walked in claiming that he was talking with someone. Luckily I was always fast enough to hide away behind something. 

The tv was loud in the other room, and surprisingly I don’t think I know this movie. Might be one that recently came out? I remember when I would sneak into movie theaters and get one of the best seats right by the projector. Good times. Now it’s degrading to hearing hallmark movies through a thin wall. I groaned as loud as I could into the pillow, trying to drown out the tv as much as I could. Of course it never works. 

The door opened and closed almost immediately, but I already knew who it was. I dug my head out of the pillows, professionally keeping my composure on the soft fabric below that threatened to falter my legs throw me back down. Hayven didn’t acknowledge me at first, but waved and headed off to the bathroom. I eyed the door suspiciously. Obviously something had happened. 

Why was I sticking around for this human you may ask? Well, for one thing, I was living in the woods for years without any sort of contact with anyone until Hayven came walking along, and for some reason didn’t want to trap or experiment on me like I had always thought humans would. Well, that was if they would catch me. In all honesty, Hayven has helped me a lot more than I’ve helped him which only made me even more shocked. I would’ve figured humans would want to experiment on a three-inch tall vampire that has been here for nearly a hundred years and still looks like they were 18. 

I stealthily made my way to the bathroom, slipping underneath the small crack under the door and watching silently from below as Hayven carefully placed a small bandage above his eye that had almost looked swollen. That was most likely because it was. His skin was a light purple tint from a bruise, and I could smell the faint smell of blood. I sighed, expertly climbing up the cabinet and nearly scaring the life out of Hayven when I stood, arms crossed, on top of the marble countertop. 

We held a silent staring contest for what seemed like forever before Hayven sighed, “I just fell off my bike-“ 

“No point in hiding the truth if I already know what happened.” I glared at him, angry for being lied to. His eyes widened, avoiding eye contact. It still amazes me to this day how he could feel so helpless around me even though I was… vertically challenged compared to him. 

“It looks worse than it is.” He shrugged, carefully placing another small bandaid underneath his eye to try and cover up the dark purple bruises. My heart fell, but only for a split second. 

I would have used this time to scold Hayven for the next ten minutes, but I had a much much better idea. One that had a big smirk on my face and would have me cackling if it wouldn’t have made me sound like a maniac. 

“Take me to your school tomorrow.” I had asked him, not caring if he had said no. What could he do if I just snuck into his bag at the last second? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I had an amazing plan, and no it doesn’t involve killing anyone. Though that does sound pretty nice right about now… but I’ll just be gravely injuring someone if things all go according to plan tomorrow. Which they will because no one can do anything to stop me as I’ve said before. 

“Wh-what? That’s dangerous for you, Atlas! What would happen if-“ Hayven stopped talking as soon as he saw my expression. Did he really think I was afraid if some sixteen year old saw me? No one would believe them if they had said they saw me. Now if there was a group of people maybe, but I think it’d be hilarious to embarrass someone in the middle of the hall where everyone would be watching. 

“Just… don’t do anything. Please.” He had told me, sighing, already knowing what was going through my twisted mind. 

This wasn’t the first time I’ve gone places with Hayven. Most of the time I get sick and tired of doing nothing but wander around his room or sneaking my way outside to enjoy some fresh air, so he goes out sometimes afterschool for my sake. At first I thought there was a catch, since I was new to this whole, “help from humans” thing even though I was the one to help him in the woods all those months ago. I didn’t plan on sticking around with him, but what can I say? He just grows on people. 

“I make no such promises.” I climbed onto his hand, expertly making my way to his shoulder. The view was better up here. Makes me feel like I was taller and not just the 3-inch vampire that sleeps in a drawer in a nightstand drawer.

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The next morning, I was woken up by the soft and subtle sound of fabric rustling and the smell of pancakes. I groaned. I never liked pancakes, and I don’t know whether that was because my preferences were… quite literally coming from the heart, or because I just absolutely hated the aftertaste that lingered in my mouth. 

I waited for Hayven to get ready and finish eating his breakfast, already thinking of idea of how to do this. A funny quip to whisper in their ear? Stay hidden while attacking and make them look like they were all just going crazy? Or just lure one them out and  walk off without caring that I would have absolutely traumatized this kid? I laughed to myself at the seemingly endless possibilities before Hayven walked back in, still looking nervous about today. 

“Oh please. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.” I stood up, waiting. 

“Would you prefer the pocket or in my bag?” He had asked before letting his hand down for me. I climbed on, trying to make it look like I wasn’t having a hard time trying to keep my balance. I at least have to show some kind of dignity in front of Hayven. 

“Pocket. It’s better than being thrashed around all day.” I grumbled, remembering when I did choose to stay in his bag one time and regretting everything. I only wanted to see what the inside of a mall looked like without being seen. There was always too many people for me to be blindly running on the ground so of course I had to take any chance I could get. 

Hayven laughed nervously, letting me into his hoodie pocket and very slowly making his way to school. He had told me it wasn’t very far from where he lived, so I guess walking shouldn’t take too long. 

When we arrived, I wasn’t expecting so many loud voices to cloud up my mind. I had to cover up my ears just to muffle some out. How does he even make it through the day here? Something had touched my back, which I had almost bit it away if I hadn’t realized it was just Hayven checking up on me. I would have complained for him to give me a warning next time, but I don’t think he could since well, we were surrounded by other humans. So let’s just try not to make things worse for him in this child prison. 

It had been a couple hours now, it was boring to just stay in the hoodie pocket all the time, but Hayven tried his hardest to keep me entertained. Whether it was grabbing me in a tight fist so I could try and escape, which I always managed to his amazement, or just taking me out secretly when no one was looking so I could get some fresh air. Of course we were in the halls but it still beat having to breathe in the clouded air around me. Not that I needed to breath anyways, but it’s nice to if I don’t want to feel like I constantly have a lack of oxygen going through my lungs. 

From a hidden view in the pocket, I could see a clock hanging above a huge door that showed that there was still an hour until Hayven would take us back, and so far I haven’t found the person responsible of hurting the human that’s helped me more times than I hated to admit. I think he still had one class though… the first seven were utterly boring in my opinion, and I couldn’t stand to listen to his history teacher ramble on about what year Columbus had found new land, then somehow spiral into how his daughter had recently went on a sailing trip. It took everything in me not to scream “Shut the hell up!” In the silent classroom. 

It was amazing how Hayven could even manage a single day in the hell-hole, let alone months on end with barely any breaks. I sighed, feeling the fabric surrounding me move as Hayven prepared to leave. Just another couple minutes, and I didn’t even get to humiliate anyone. I admit, it was a little saddening, but there was always tomorrow. 

The fabric around me stopped moving as Hayven took his seat. He carefully moved his hand into his pocket, checking on me as usual. I leaned against one of his fingers as he stopped moving, but for some reason I could tell that something was wrong. Kind of like an instinct an animal gets when they feel like something around them wasn’t right. 

Hayven’s hand was a little shaky, but I didn’t think too much on that. I peeked out of the little hole of the hoodie were I was sure no one would see me as I spotted a kid that sat right in front of him. I studied the kid for a while, careful not to let anyone see me. He was tall, muscular build, wore one of those jackets that students wear when they think they’re “Cool,” and “Popular,” but really their just people desperate for attention. Well, at least I know who my target is. And I’ll give them the attention that they want… 

I stayed hidden for a while before they were getting ready to leave again. I took this time to peak out, seeing that as soon as Hayven left the room, that guy followed blood behind, a menacing glare that must’ve stung the back of Hayven’s head. I quietly hissed to myself, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Might be crazy for a person of my size, but it would be oh so worth it later what I get the sweet, sweet taste of revenge. Probably almost literally. 

Hayven sighed as he turned the corner where no one was at, the other guy following close behind. Hayven stopped and quickly turned around, already accepting his fate. I started quietly cackling to myself, getting ready to jump out of his pocket and make this jock run all the way home crying. 

“Listen, I did your essay already, can I be left alone?” Hayven pleaded while I waited for this other guy made the first move like I knew he would. Then my world was spinning in just one second. I grabbed on tightly to the fabric surrounding me as Hayven was harshly shoved up against a locker. 

“Yeah, and I failed it anyways. Know anything about that?” I hissed as the human much, much taller than Hayven continued to whisper empty threats. Just before I could lunge at the big oaf, a tight hand gripped around me, and I admit I was only scared for a second, but quickly tried to gain my freedom. Hayven knew what I was about to do, and as soon as I was free, I hurried up to the other guys shoulder and quickly started clawing at it, running away the second his hand came slapping down. I snickered, grabbing a tuff of their hair and pulling as hard as I could, causing his head to fall backward along with the rest of his body and in front of everyone in the hall. I fixed my position to remain hidden, pulling a little harder until his back hit one of the lockers. 

He looked around, eyes wide and locked on Hayven, who stood there in shock. I snickered, moving and started to bite at his neck and shoulders that made him move around like he was losing his absolute mind just as I had hoped. I started hearing earfuls of laughs, but kept on making him move his limbs wildly before his hand had almost managed to grab me. I noticed a few kids with their phones out, taking a video of what was happening and only prayed that I wasn’t caught at any point. 

Sadly, I didn’t have any of the hand-made weapons I had stashed away underneath Hayven’s desk (I promise I only had them there just in case he had tried anything.) But they were also for instances when I used to live alone. They would have been so useful right now. It’s not like I wanted to kill this random kid who’s been most likely terrorizing most people, just… teach him a very valuable lesson. Also, it is pretty fun to just attack people when they don’t know what’s happening. Seriously. It’s incredibly hard to hold in my laugh right now. 

I giggled as I jumped down onto the ground, failing at making a perfect landing, but only Hayven had seen it. I still grumbled to myself about it before quickly making my way towards Hayven, who shoved me back into his hoodie pocket to keep me hidden. The jock guy stared wide-eyed at him, most likely seeing me run off the floor. I watched carefully as he then looked around aimlessly, trying to put the very obvious pieces together. I grinned, happy with myself. Could’ve done a lot more, but alas, I have to play along with the rules when I’m around humans. 

Hayven stayed a while longer, watching as the guy struggled to stand up and started yelling at the other students who were filming the entire thing. “There was a-a tiny thing- uh- person! Yeah!” Everyone started laughing while I made my way to Hayven’s shoulder, we looked at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“You’re going crazy man!”

“Delusional I swear!” 

The jock turned back to us, glaring, then his eyes set on me. I whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear me but just so I can be funny, “No one will believe you.” Hayven clasped his hands over his mouth, struggling to muffle his own laughter as he rushed down the hall and through the doors, carefully keeping me out of sight in his pocket from the other humans that walked along the street.

“Okay we’re good.” He giggled, as he helped me out of his pocket. He had walked back to a bus stop that he always waited at to get home. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t anyone here, but that was besides the point. I could finally let out the unruly amount of laughs I was holding in. Suddenly we were both in sync, our eyes tearing up and abdomens wheezing in pain from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter as much to me as it did to Hayven. 

“Dude, you’re like a pocket assassin!” We both stopped laughing for a while before I wheezed, throwing my head back and falling backwards out onto Hayven’s open palm. 

Our laughs died down after a while, earning a few distant stares from other people, but they didn’t notice me. I stood up, smirking with my arms crossed, “And I’d gladly do it again.” 

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Again, I still don’t know how to feel about this little one-shot but I hope you liked it! (I’ll re-write it if you didn’t :3) Thank you for requesting this prompt as well! I had fun writing it!

I am still taking writing prompts/commissions for the next couple of days (For free!!), so if anyone wants a certain writing piece, I’ll gladly write it for you! (There are certain things I will NOT write, and I will let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not) Please keep the prompts strictly sfw if you would like a certain prompt! :3

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[narugen-moved]

hoshiMina? i see the vision and i’m loving it. like, what do you mean by being the only person who saw my worth? what do we mean by ‘i will not hand over my position to anyone to stay by her side’? what do we mean by hoshina being observant when she smiles or listens? 👀👀👀👀

YES YES YES YOU FUCKING GET IT. THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD. oh man how crazy it must’ve been to finally have someone and not just Someone - one of THE strongest captains in the generation, ACKNOWLEDGE you. for what ur worth. when the people around you (and YOUR OWN FATHER!!!!) dismiss your dreams and the effort u put in since u were a kid

it actually kills me bc hoshina , how could hoshina have not fallen in love with her in that moment. how could he think about anything but getting better and improving like SHE suggested he do. evolve with the times.

AND YES YOU NOTICED. hoshina is so in tune with his captain’s feelings that when she does something out of the ordinary he’s THERE. he NOTICES..!!!!!!! god. hoshina seeing his captain let out a genuine smile because of kafka and feeling a stab in his chest. angst potential GALORE

[mellowmaidenhairs]

jenna 🤯

[cupiidzbow]

he makes me shy …….

[rrat-king]

Personally I think even if he was "just" there to kill a different innocent person it still proves he's an asshole because he would be completely fucking over the girl he supposedly has a crush on's academic chances.

oh for sure he sucks. but i was just pointing out that there is a difference between like… wanting to screw over a girl you like so she can’t graduate vs like actively wanting her dead. though i suppose if he knew that kipperlilly was stealing the revivify crystals that would end with adaine dead anyway with no one surviving the last stand before.

but again, he could have just thought kipperlilly was there to kill the proctor not knowing that she would steal the crystals and thinking the proctor wouldn’t super die, he would just die enough to hurt the bad kids academically.

the fact that we dont know for sure is what’s makes this so interesting and infuriating, plus the rage that kipperlilly seems infested with along with the existence of devils nectar makes the idea of reality and truth hard to grasp.

this is actually me being an accidental rat grinders defender cuz i can’t get them out of my head so sorry

[eleniecho]

my favorite parts of my current wip 🩵

[bookinit02]

thinking about this post i saw the other week where this person was saying how badly they wanted to be able to buy a nice mug without thinking twice about it. and all the comments were saying how they could just buy a cheaper mug. and they were like jesus fucking christ ITS NOT ABOUT THE MUG. because yeah