#source: prison break

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Montana Max: Hey, I'm not an idjit! I was on the run too, you know! Yosemite Sam: Yeah, you were on the run, and ya got caught! Max: Yeah, well I'm sorry I'm not a pro at being a con like you, Sam!

[incorrectoldgermanstoriesquotes]

Philip: Before or after Soup Road?

[silence]

Robert: What's the matter, Kas, did you forget?

Kaspar: How could I forget a road called Soup?

[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [6/6] creatures -> ghost riders

In storm clouds just like these, phantom hunters would appear, riding black horses with blood-red eyes, and wolves and hounds at their side, baying and snarling. What were they hunting? Souls.

[daybreakrising]

@gachahell: day ?? of confinement. baobhan sith stumbles forward as wriothesley visits her. she knows, somewhere deep down, that he's doing this out of care. however at the forefront of her mind all she sees is mockery. a man just as guilty as herself walking free, standing just out of her reach. regardless, she slashes forward at him with her sharpened nails, hoping for anything to land—even the slightest nick to his skin, and she'll be satisfied. she just wants to hurt him.

He is used to prisoners attacking him.

Even before he became administrator, before he filled the role of authority that many within these walls come to loathe, he was keenly familiar with the violence of inmates. In most cases, he found, it was simply a means of redirection - lashing out at the world around them to counter the turmoil inside. Others, of course, were simply nasty souls who saw no wrong in their actions and, in some cases, even enjoyed inflicting that pain on others.

He has come to understand the many ways to tell one from the other - he knows how to read a person, how to gauge the root cause of their actions. It is useful for him to know how exactly to punish these outbursts. An inmate struggling to cope can be helped, soothed, given healthier ways of redirecting the emotions they cannot control. But an inmate who seeks to harm only because they can... that requires something far stricter.

Baobhan is the former, he is certain, but her situation is... difficult. He knows her rage is directed at him and him alone, but he still cannot allow her to mix with the other inmates until he can be certain she is safe to do so. And if that means being subjected again, and again, and again, to her fits of rage, to her venomous words, then that is his burden to bear. It is, after all, only what he deserves.

He deftly avoids the talons that reach for him, instinct and experience both kicking into action as soon as she lunges for him. His hand catches her wrist, traps her arm in place between the bars. It is a risk still, to stand so close, yet if seeing him bleed will sate her anger for a time, then... so be it.

"I'm starting to think you don't like me, Tristan." He utters casually, refusing to rise to the bait she is surely already laying out for him. "Have you ever heard that saying, 'don't bite the hand that feeds you?'"

He lifts his other hand, in which he carries the tray bearing her breakfast, and gives it a little shake for emphasis. "And after I managed to score you one of the deluxe meals, too." He clicks his tongue, shakes his head. "My efforts really do go unappreciated, it seems..."

[threemoonwatchers]

Alcatraz: I said DISTRACT them, not knock them out!

Bastille, standing over two unconscious Librarians: There’s just no pleasing you, is there?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

and i draw parallels solely on the cinematographic basis of “when my man is no more than a millimeter away from perturbation at all times but you give the Whole Right Half Of The Screen 3/4 Closeup of Harrowing Recontextualizations” like that’s right. we’re living it up

[eek-a-tron]

Loki & Selina Kyle (Don’t Let Go) by Cinnamonhummingbird

[toki-pona]

I keep seeing people boil the entire war down to "Israelis are bad, Palestinians are good," but it's never that simple. So it's good that there are some posts like this asking "where's your sympathy for the Israeli hostages?" It's true: taking hostages is a war crime and innocent civilians do not deserve to be taken prisoner/tortured/raped/killed, and it's wrong to say that this is any form of justice. I've seen some people celebrating Hamas attacking civilians and taking hostages, and it's bad that that's being condoned instead of condemned. Hamas is committing war crimes.

And so is Israel. Of the posts I've seen that (rightfully!) demand sympathy and attention for Hamas' Israeli prisoners, none have talked about all the prisoners Israel has been taking. To show a fuller picture of captives on each side of the war (and, honestly, to develop a better understanding for myself through researching this, since there's so goddamn much misinformation and so many baseless claims going around), here's a comparison.

Hamas is holding 92 Israeli captives. Israel is holding at least 9,100 Palestinian captives. Let's dig into some sources, some in support of each side. Bold and colours in the quotes are my own.

"The [Israeli] army said that 40 of the 132 hostages that Hamas is holding in Gaza had been killed." [source, 2024-05-16] That means Hamas is currently holding 92 hostages. (We're talking about live hostages here, since that's what the original post was about. Deaths of course should not be ignored; here is a page with filterable stats on deaths and injuries on each side.)

"While some Palestinians have been released, 9,100 [Palestinians] remain captive. That’s a sharp uptick from the 5,200 that were in Israeli prisons before October 7. These figures do not include the thousands of adults and children the Israeli army has reportedly detained, tortured and interrogated in makeshift prisons across Gaza, outside any legal or civilian oversight." [source, 2024-03-22] 92 vs 9,100, and that second figure is a lowball.

But hang on... before October 7? Now why would Israel have over 5,000 Palestinian captives before the attack they're claiming to be retaliating against? Well, it turns out they've been at that for quite some time: "Israel arrested some 800,000 Palestinians since the June 1967 War. [...] Israel arrested 7,000 Palestinian children [from 2002-2012]. The [Palestinian Prime Minister's] office said that the children were held in Israeli jails in violation of the Fourth Geneva Convention.

"The statement added that the prisoners were exposed to various types of interrogation. It added that 80 percent of them were tortured. 'The Israeli Supreme Court allowed the use torture during interrogation in violation of the international laws and related treaties,' the statement said." [source, 2012-12-12]

Now I know what you're yelling at me through your screen: I'm comparing prisoners to hostages. Those aren't the same thing; hostages don't deserve to be hostages but prisoners do deserve to be prisoners. And it's true that Israel claims that these prisoners are criminals and that they deserve to be imprisoned. But even if they were all vicious baby-murderers and their imprisonment were entirely justified (even those 7,000 children across just one decade), there is no excuse for what they are being subject to.

"An internal UN report describes widespread abuse of Palestinian detainees in Israeli detention centres, including beatings, dog attacks, the prolonged use of stress positions and sexual assault." [source, 2024-03-05] There isn't a crime you can commit that makes you deserving of beating and rape. And yet recall that figure from before about 80% of Israel's Palestinian prisoners being tortured.

Now back to the civilian hostages Hamas is holding. They should of course be released. And in fact they could have been released back in October (plus an end to the war!) had Israel agreed to Hamas' proposal:

"...Hamas had offered on October 9 or 10 to release all the civilian hostages in exchange for the IDF not entering the Strip, but [Israel's] government rejected the offer. [...] There is no doubt that Netanyahu is preventing a deal. Netanyahu knows that if he goes to elections at this time he won’t be able to form a new government, and he is motivated by cold political considerations." [source, 2024-04-26]

I'm not going to pretend that Hamas are angels, but they literally made the offer of "we'll give you these hostages back if you promise to not invade Gaza." Hostages returned, plus no Gaza invasion. I cannot think of a proposal that is more aimed toward an immediate end to hostage-holding and war. But guess what Israel decided to do. I'm trying to see both sides here, so if anyone has any info I haven't seen on why Israel refused this, please let me know. The only conclusion I'm seeing is that Netanyahu doesn't care about hostages and doesn't care about a ceasefire or peace.

Of course we should remember that those 92 human beings don't deserve what Hamas is doing to them. But that does not mean we should turn a blind eye to the 9,100+ human beings who don't deserve what Israel is doing to them. Both are wrong, and we need to keep the crimes of both sides in our minds and mouths, not just the crimes of the side we don't like.

justhallel

🎗️🎗️

[cigarette-room]

wait so prison break is getting another season?!

[tittiesnhrtz]

prisoner!ellie hcs

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ mostly keeps to herself and spends most of her time reading or drawing in the shabby prison library, or jogging and working out in the yard, trying to stay out of trouble. but, she ends up making enemies anyway because of her snarky mouth.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she either got in for selling drugs or murder, there's no in between. if it's the latter, she cries herself to sleep some nights, too sorrow-stricken—even if she believes they deserved it—to care about waking up other prisoners.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ who’s trying (keyword: trying) so hard to not get a shot from the prison guards everyday. but her stubbornness and temper know better.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she tries to ignore you when she finds out you’re her new cell mate. but let’s be honest, who doesn’t get lonely in that shithole? so she eventually warms up to you and even offers her commissary sometimes.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she finds herself growing attached to you; like a wasp to the saccharine nectar of an entrancing flower. she goes wherever you go and the whole prison knows you both are inseparable.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ it isn’t long until she’s catching feelings for you, trying so hard to not look or blush when you’re taking a shower in the communal bathroom, and she’s waiting outside, holding the towel for you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she would never make the first move. she’s too busy overthinking and trying not to read between the lines, that the whole prison realises you're flirting with her before she does.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when the prison lights are off and the other prisoners are out like light, she makes space for you in her bottom bunk so you can lie down next to her and have your daily deep conversations. she’d find herself transfixed, listening to you ramble about the most random things, drawing deeper meanings even from the ridiculous, the only source of light being the moonlight spilling through the tiny window. she’s truly grateful for having found someone like you when she’d lost hope and succumbed to the darkness.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she broke out into a fight with one of the prisoners who was calling you names, punching the other girl in the eye and what not. the prison broke into a commotion and poor girl got sent to shu (solitary confinement) for a week. when she returned to your worried face and puffy red eyes, her heart ached and she swore she’d never let her temper get the best of her again. but she had to admit, she was in cloud nine seeing you cared about her just as much as she did for you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she fumbles over her words and blushes so hard when you call her your prison wife jokingly. she mumbles a 'shut up' though she's not opposed to the idea, not even a bit.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ you finally make a move when you realize she's never going to and she'd go as far as to learn how to live with her feelings suppressed.

she's walking back from her work that pays less than a dollar, after having helped fix some broken pipes, when she sees you waiting for her.

“you waitin’ on me?” she questions after approaching you in long strides. she was sweaty, covered in dirt and grime and in desperate need of a shower.

but that didn’t stop you from leaning in and kissing her. after being in a prison for months, hygiene was the least of your concerns.

a surprised noise leaves her lips, but soon she’s fluttering her eyes close and relishing the moment. she smelt like a mix of the mango sorbet scented soap you both shared and sweat. when the kiss starts to deepen, she pulls away, conscious of her state.

“i’m pretty nasty.” she laughs awkwardly, her cheeks flushed.

“do you wanna be my prison wife?”

her eyes widen at the question, you sound serious and you’re not joking this time. she stares at you for a whole minute, processing your words before she breaks out into a giggle. she gives you that smile, her dimples on display.

“i’ll consider it.” she says, although, internally she’s screaming ‘yes’ and fighting the urge to hug you.

kinda nsfw

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ a lot of quickies in the bathroom or behind the secluded cabin in the yard. head buried in each other’s shoulders or hand clamping the mouth of the other’s to not get caught by the creepy guards or other prisoners.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when you finally get some privacy, she makes sure she can hear every sound you make, watching your reactions closely like she’s trying to memorise it and hold onto it for thinking about it when she’s away from you.

“you like that, baby?” her words vibrate against your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“yeah, you like that.” she giggles as she looks up at you through her eyelashes, making eye contact, before she goes back to devouring your pussy.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s not satisfied until she’s pulled four orgasms from you on most days. she just loves seeing you all fucked out, knowing she was the one who caused it.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ always groping your ass in public or smacking it when she thinks the guards aren’t looking. when you’re in the prison cafeteria feeding her her meal—because to her the slop they serve is bearable only when it’s your fingers wrapping around the spoon and bringing the food up to her mouth—she’ll slide a hand up your thigh and rest it awfully close to your cunt, drawing stars near the area, as she looks at you with an innocent smile.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s extremely needy some days. especially after a tiresome day at work and not being able to see you as the officers piled extra work on her. not even two minutes into kissing and she’s already humping your thigh, her slick sticking to her underwear. she’ll whine pathetically, all the while complaining about how tired she is and how much she missed you, making you just give in instead of teasing her.

bonus

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when she finds out you’re getting released, her heart feels heavy, like someone just squeezed lemon juice on her open wounds. she sucks it up and pretends to be happy for you nonetheless, knowing you’ll finally get to take a proper shower, eat normal food and sleep on a bed that doesn’t give you neck pain every single day.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ but, what if she mattered to you only in the confined grounds of prison? what if you’ll forget her the minute you step outside? you’ll just walk out into the world, make new friends, new experiences, and a life that will no longer include her. these thoughts gnaw at her but she never asks you about it.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she doesn’t do a very good job at hiding her worries though. you see right through her facade and assure her you’ll be waiting for her on the other side. and you stick true to your words, sending her letters, calling her during ‘phone time’ and visiting her almost everyday during visitation hours. you tell her about your life and how the parole officer is still a pain in the ass while she tells you about the prison gossip and how lonely it feels without you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ she’s on her best behaviour all the time, her main motive being to serve her time and get out so she can be with you, properly. so when she finally gets released, the first thing she does is ask joel to buy a diamond ring, saying she’ll lend him the money back, and meet her outside the prison. she knows you’d be waiting for her in the car to pick her up from the prison. after bidding joel goodbye, she jogs over to your car and throws herself in the passenger seat.

“hey, baby.” she grins, buzzing with excitement, anticipation and anxiousness. she was finally free and it took all her self control to not fling herself onto you and make love to you right here after yearning for the warmth of your touch for so long.

“hey.” you manage a smile, feeling overwhelmed by seeing her, and this time without a guard monitoring interactions between an inmate and a visitor.

“fuck, that was the longest five years of my life.” she leaned back in her seat and let out a soft sigh. her hand reaches over the centre console, coming to rest on your thigh. her fingers tap a nervous rhythm as she looks at you. she’d been planning this moment for months, but now that it was happening, she felt nervous as hell.

she pulled her clammy hand away from your thigh, inhaling sharply as she averted her gaze. her fingers fiddled with the small ring box before pulling it out. “uh..do you want to be my prison wife, but without the ‘prison’?”

[blaire-apricity]

Grief

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier is unraveling. He refuses to accept the brutal reality of your absence, his mind rejecting the notion that you’re gone. Every day he clings to the desperate hope of finding you, even if it means chasing an illusion. Jeremiah pleads with him to let go, to find rest, but Xavier hasn’t slept a single night since you disappeared. The world insists you’re gone forever, but he can’t believe that. Somewhere, he convinces himself, you must still exist. He’s willing to turn the world upside down to see you again, despite the gnawing certainty deep inside him that you’re lost to him forever. He will never stop, not until his body collapses from exhaustion. Losing you once was unbearable; he won’t let it happen again, no matter the cost.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne appears composed, his emotions meticulously controlled, his expression unchanged. But the mere mention of your name sends ripples through his calm facade. When alone in his office, the dam breaks. Tears fall freely as memories of your smile flood his mind, shattering his composure. Your disappearance haunts him, and he blames himself for not protecting you, for not being there when you needed him. It takes years for him to begin moving on, and even then, the wound never truly heals. He will always carry the pain of losing the one person who mattered most to him, a scar that time can never erase.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel descends into despair, his mind a tangled mess, his heart shattered beyond repair. The thought of you forgetting him pales in comparison to the agony of losing you completely. He was content just being near you, even if you couldn’t remember. Now, faced with a life without you, he breaks down, collapsing to the ground as sobs wrack his body. He retreats from the world, locking himself away in his studio, which becomes a prison of his own making. What good is anything if it’s only half? That’s how his heart feels—torn without you, the other half of his soul.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sylus explodes with rage. Always the controlled one, he now finds himself consumed by a fury he can’t contain. You were his unexpected source of gentleness and warmth, and now you’re gone, ripped away from him. The news of your disappearance drives him to violent outbursts. He flips tables, shatters glass, and destroys furniture, his shouts of frustration echoing through the mansion. Luke and Kieran keep their distance, knowing better than to approach him in this state. The loss of you makes him question everything. What’s the point of keeping the peace, of holding back? If he’s lost his world, he might as well set fire to the entire world in his grief and anger.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎-𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠; "𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠." 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿, 𝐼 𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐴𝑆𝐾𝐷𝐻𝐾𝐴𝑆.

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Honey Bunny: I loved him as much as you did. Lola: Past tense for you maybe, not me.

[kropotkindersurprise]

June 20, 1967 - On this day in 1967, boxing legend Muhammad Ali was given a prison sentence for refusing to join the US military and fight in the Vietnam War. He was sentenced to five years behind bars and fined $10,000, an unusually harsh sentence aimed at breaking his anti-war resistance. “Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on Brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs?” argued Muhammad Ali. [source]

[tolik-pawlusz]

There are again drawings of my evil nonbinary baby Rizen Fleim. And here is his pretty colorful life, lol.

Sample Sixteen was one of the most successful attempts to create an artificial human, into which they managed to shove the core of a dead deity. Although this child was more like a monster trying to destroy everything around him (he caused a lot of problems to his "parents" breaking their equipment), they tried to socialize him, and one day a man who took the name Rizen Fleim joined the secret police of Pomel. His colleagues were afraid of a very young officer who rose very quickly, as it was rumored that one of the research departments had disappeared without a trace because of him.

Fleim loves theater very much and would be happy to do only this hobby of his. And, probably, it would be better for everyone if he was engaged only in the theater. However, he also loved his job and always took a very creative approach to each case. And this "creative approach" scared his colleagues even more, who had seen everything in their lives.

At the age of 16, Fleim met the main character of the stories, Heiline Forwardo. Although they were supposed to be enemies, Fleim enjoyed working with Heiline whenever he got the chance. He saw in her the same kindred creative soul, although Heiline was rather afraid of such a "kinship". Fleim entered into a direct confrontation with Heiline only after he executed a 400-year-old sentence against a witch and got her core with records of the reasons for the creation of humanity on the planet Pomel. The dead deity inside him woke up and decided to start an apocalypse on the planet. Perhaps Fleim would have died then if Forwardo had not decided that he would be more useful alive than dead.

Rizen Fleim spend most of his life on Pomel as a prisoner of a witch organisation. Almost all people who knew that Rizen Fleim ever existed wanted him dead. Government wanted to kill him cause he betrayed them, witches wanted to kill him for killing one of them, usual pomelians wanted him to never exist cause he burned two cities to ashes. Heiline and her friends kept Fleim alive only to use him as a good source of information about Labyrinths of Dievas and the structure of the underground society. After many years people got used to him and his life become less unbearable.

But he could be free only when he left Pomel. He interfered with Dievas plans and ran to Terra (alternative Earth), where he changed his name and started living like he didn't do the horrible things in his youth.

[daybreakrising]

@gachahell | a how-to guide on hurting your big brother, by baob

There is very little a prisoner can say or do to draw a reaction out of the Administrator. Wriothesley has experienced it all a dozen times over. He's been sworn at, screamed at, had threats of all kinds tossed in his face. A few lucky ones (or unlucky, considering) have even swung for him, bared teeth and nails. And those who didn't shout or scream, the quiet ones... well, he's experienced those too.

Nothing fazes him. He is a cold stone wall against anything they can throw at him.

Except this.

The guilt surges up his throat to leave a familiar, vile taste in his mouth, to choke the words from his lips. It creeps across his skin in cold waves, coils a sickness in his gut.

Because she is right. He abandoned her. He abandoned them all. For every sibling he saved, how many was he too late for?

"I was always coming back." It is poor consolation, indeed, but it is all he has to offer. "I never forgot you. I was just... too late." He hates that he must keep her confined her - she has moved from prison to prison for her entire life. He wishes for her to taste freedom the way he has, but in a cruel twist of irony, this particular prison is her chance at freedom.

"You are a prisoner, and you are my sister." He utters with conviction, meeting her gaze unflinchingly. "But only one of those is temporary, Tristan." He longs to reach out to her, but he dares not - she is volatile, unpredictable, and prone to targeted vitriol which she aims with deadly precision at his heart.

Time. He needs to give her time. "I'm looking out for you, like I used to when we were kids. I'm not giving up on you. I refuse to."

[threemoonwatchers]

Bastille: So do you have a plan or are we just gonna barge in all willy-nilly?

Alcatraz: You know, willy-nilly barging IS a plan of sorts.