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[pinball77]

You’re on your own, kid…

    You always have been.

[pinball77]

I have not forgotten about vance….I’m just trying to focus on my multi bc it was dead for so long lol.

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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋, the coolness of a steel blade resting upon the younger man’s jaw; pressed flat against the skin. Somehow it was both threatening, and not—he could torn it at any moment and press the edge to allow blood to ooze from fair skin. He doesn’t, though—not yet—fingers of his free hand curled tightly witching the fibres of @jerksredeem ‘s shirt.

Vance was protective of Gwen—most people already knew that. And when he found out that this guy was making a move on her? Well, Vance had to scope it out. Finney wouldn’t do shit, he figured, and do it was his duty to play the ‘protective older brother’ role.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐝? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?” Did he go around trying to find dirt on Steve? Find out how many women he dated before Gwen? And how many of those didn’t work out ( all of them )? The blondes head tilts, and he doesn’t even wait long enough for an actual answer. Vance already made his decision—

This guy wasn’t dating his sister.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐎𝐫 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

[pinball77]

ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ 

↳  ft. @pinball77

[pinball77]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄, nothing interesting seemed to be on. Vance was still slightly incapacitated—though his nose was healing fine and so was his shoulder in a way that they didn’t need any sort of bandaging on them anymore, his hand was still casted—and it still would be for a few weeks. It made things like pinball & kicking the asses of annoying little shitheads more difficult, and in turn made Vance more frustrated then he normally was.

His own blue gaze glanced over at her after he spoke, watching as she tried to hide her face behind the Wonder Woman comic book, the corner of his lips twitching upward ever so slightly. The elbow of his good arm rested on the arm of the couch, cheek in his palm before he rolled his eyes and shook his head; his hasted hand resting idly on the legs that were on his lap. Normally they would get on each others nerves—Vance would claim he couldn’t stand her like the rest of her stupid friends; but ever since she came to see him in the hospital, something had changed—and Vance new what it was but chose to ignore it.

“𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.” There was something weirdly lighthearted to his tone, regardless of his crass vocabulary. The way her face changed colour and the expression she was wearing made something feel stuck in his throat. He was still trying to ignore it, but it was hard if she kept looking at him like that. There’s a laugh that leaves the brutish boy, light and soft before he gave off a shrug, turning the television off before shifting himself to face her; that slight smile on his face widening, tone still light.

“𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?”

i don’t like anyone better than you.

you     don’t      know     when      this     shift    between     you     and     vance    occurred      &       if     you’re     being       honest,       it’s      kind    of      terrifying.        one      minute     @pinball77       is     the    very     last    person     you     want    to    be     around.       he’s      hotheaded     and    manages    to    set    you     off    right    back     if     only    as     a       defense    mechanism,       and     suddenly       in      the     same     breath,       you      found      yourself     sitting     in      his      hospital     room     after     billy    kicked    the     absolute     shit    out   of    him.        you      wish      you     had     the     answers    as    to     why     you    even    felt     compelled    to    check    on    him     that    day,      but      it’s     chalked    up     to     one     giant    mystery     that     frustrates     you     to     no     end.       you      just     hope     you’re    not     following    in     your     mother’s     footsteps.

your    feet     are     kicked    up    in     his    lap,      your     back     pressed    into     the     arm     of     the     not    so    comfortable    couch     in     hop’s     living     room,     and     you’re     skimming     through    an     issue    of     wonder     woman     when    he     finally    says     it.      bright    eyes   lift      and     you     hate     the    way     you    can     feel     a      heat    trying    to     touch    your     cheeks,       ghost    of    a     smile    across    your    lips.     you     don’t    want    him     to     see    it,     that’s      embarrassing!,     so    the    comic    issue    is   lifted    to    cover    your    face     mostly,      blue    eyes    peeking     from     the      top.         

“you     don’t    make     that     obvious    at     all.”      words    are     teasing    and    they    make    the    smile    on    your    lips    widen   a    little.      it     somehow    makes    you    feel    a     little     braver,     comic    being    placed     aside    for    you    to     sit     up     on     the     couch.      your    attention    is    on     him     now,       playful    smile     residing    on     freckled    features.        “here    i      thought     you    were    just     waiting    for    the    right    moment    to     kick     my     ass     too.”   

[pinball77]

you give so much life to character that has 2 minutes of screen time. i love how we have been able to build an amazing sibling relationship with our children. keep adopting little blonde bitches because you're so amazing at writing them <333

j wtf. This is so sweet. I will continue to adopt the little blonde bitches. They all belong to me.

[pinball77]

「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」  * send anonymously or not. feedback is appreciated!

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*accidentally bullies you in an attempt to flirt*

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I’m just leaving this here.

you’re struck by lightning / it’s not worth fighting / you’re in love. — | 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑 ; 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐗.

[pinball77]

in another universe i’m able to save you

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@racointeur “Would it help if I stayed?” | max.

There’s a long pause—the silence in the hospital room had been so thick and tense that the idle sounds of beeping machines and hospital staff shuffling around couldn’t slice through it. He didn’t expect to see her here—sitting at the foot of his bed as his arm was out in a cast and a sling; broken nose bandaged to keep it in place and the wound in his shoulder wrapped tight. Maybe she was here because her stupid brother was getting the wounds in his ribs patched up. Was she seeing Vance out of pity?

The question confused him—Max was different then most girls he knew. He didn’t understand why she was fine with hanging around him. Out of all of her little friends, she was the only one he tolerated the most ( minus his cousin…sister…whatever ). Gaze glanced away; colour dusted upon cheeks and he would Immediately blame it on a fever if it was mentioned. But people were weirdly nice to him in this town—maybe not everyone—but she was. His uncle was. Jane was. That’s enough for him to be weirded out by it. But Max was…she was different. It almost scared him; the way he felt about her.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭���𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫?” He couldn’t help but wince when he breathed, teeth clenching in frustration from the loss of his fight in the arcade and now his current situation—though his gaze had finally met her and therefore, Vance found himself…relaxing. A sigh left the blonde and he shrugged; defeated. He wasn’t one to admit needing somebody here but…her company was surprisingly appreciated. “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.”

[pinball77]

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Words

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

“Hey, last night… Are you okay?”

“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”

“Talk to me.”

“Let me stay. I can make you breakfast in the morning.” 

“How long have I been out?”

“What happened?”

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! [Name], it’s me, hey.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Strange place to fall asleep.”

“Do you …  live here?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It calmed you down, I think.” 

“You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m trying to help you. I want to help you, you’re hurt, I’m - god, I’m sorry, please go back to sleep.”

Actions

(Feel free to change which muse does what by adding names, etc!)

[TALK] - for receiver’s muse to be talking in their sleep.

[AWAKE] - for our muses to be lying awake together, neither one of them able to get (back?) to sleep.

[JOLT] -  for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

[HURT] -  for receiver’s muse to be half-conscious after an injury, and not able to keep their nightmares separate from reality.

[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

[QUESTION] -  for sender’s muse to check whether receiver’s muse is Okay, in the morning after a nightmare, in a wordless way (touching their arm, etc)

[PLEASE] for receiver’s muse to ask sender’s muse for comfort after a nightmare, or for company staying up so they don’t have a nightmare.

[pinball77]

—𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 & 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

Dating Vance is extremely difficult. Though he might be able to emotionally attach himself to someone in his teenage years, there isn’t a huge chance. When he’s older he’s a little more open to the idea, however, he still has his issues.

Vance hates being touched. There are very few people who are allowed to touch him and even then it’s a very platonic thing ( Hopper & Sharona, Gwen & the other boys ). He does not like being grabbed, touched, pulled in any way otherwise ( fighting someone doesn’t count ).

He will not date any of the other boys who were victims of the grabber. He sees them more as brothers—besides, they have too much shared trauma.

Vance’s trauma makes him emotionally stunted. His main emotion that he feels is rage. It’s hard for him to really feel anything else.

It’s more likely that Vance will date when he’s older, however, anything sexual scares him. He takes things extremely—even painfully—slow. He has to trust someone enough to allow them to just touch him—let alone do anything more intimate.

While he’s certain he’s attracted to the same gender ( as well as the opposite ), men terrify Vance. This is the main reason why he is so hostile towards men and will end up in a fist fight with them more often then not. He would date a guy, but the trust had to absolutely be there or he’s just going to kick the guys ass. It’s easier, emotionally, for him to date women. They just haven’t fucked him over as badly as men have.

[pinball77]

“…”

“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬.”

[pinball77]

—EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS.

Hello. Once again I’m getting screwed over and I need to make some money extremely fast in order to pay rent and make sure I have a way to work every morning.

Long story short, I was told by my rental company that I was going to pay out regular rent and such and not the new increase + utilities on Nov 1st. She told me that we were going to pay what we were paying. Okay. Cool.

I find out at 2:30am that isn’t the case and we were charged that. I don’t know if she didn’t know or she lied to me or what. Either way, I’m forced to use my only money I have for my bus tickets to hold them off for now, but it’s still not enough ( since that’s only like…$25 or so. ) so I need about $100 ASAP to cover everything ( the bit of rent that we apparently have to pay now + bus tickets for work ). This wouldn’t be an issue if the way i get paid wasn’t changed at a terrible time ( I’m out $800 this month bc of it. )

I’ve reduced pricing for this by about half for some things. I do have a queue going right now for commissions, but I’m hoping to finish those this weekend, as well as I have a holiday next weekend which means I have an extra day to work on stuff.

If you don’t want anything, but you’d like to help, my PayPal is: candied.feathers@hotmail.ca

*please make sure you use .ca! People use .com by mistake often and I won’t get it.

—PRICING.

Promos: Any style ( single, 2 panel, 3 panel, 4 panel ) $30 $15

Banners: $5 each $10 for 3.

Icons: base icons only (no border) $0.50 $0.25 per icon

Headers: $10 $5

Most recent examples are also under the cut. Mostly of promos; I can DM examples of other things to you as well. Thank you.

[pinball77]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 that broke the uneasy silence of Eleven’s Jane’s lamentation, icy gaze focused as the blade of the butterfly knife sheathed and unsheathed with the gentle metallic sound as he flicked open and closed. Vance leaned against the doorframe of his ‘cousin’s room ( cousin? Sister? What was she to him? It was confusing ), mouth pulled into a thin line as the young Hopper boy stood on the silence as the girl hugged her pillow.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?” Moving to California wasn’t ideal; but he was legally under his uncles guardianship, which meant he had lived with Jane for the last two years on top of that. Always violent & always crass, Vance made a name for himself in Hawkins; becoming the king of pinball and one of the most feared boys in that crappy little town. Hoper had done what he could to help Vance—to help him grow and become more then just a product of his trauma, and it was working—until Hopper died and Vance’s world came crashing down all over again. He had no choice but to leave with Joyce & the others, making himself stuck in another new state in only a few years. Regardless, people were afraid of him here, too—and therefore he was left alone unless provoked or annoyed enough.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭.” He scowled, flicking the blade closed again before he turned his gaze to her, an annoyed expression upon Vance’s face, though, that was very normal for him. “𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐎𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐀 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐓!” It wasn’t his battle, and maybe it wasn’t clear if Vance truly cares or not, but he fed off of the idea of a fight brewing. And besides, without her powers—Jane needed to defend herself.“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩, 𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧.”

@pinball77​ liked for a starter !! ♥

                                          THE  FIRST  TIME  SHE  LEARNED  THAT  SHE  WAS  GOING  to  a  public  school  ,  eleven  was  more  than  excited  about  it.  there  wasn’t  much  she  had  learned  in  the  hwakins  lab  ,  just  the  basic  things  ,  because  papa  had  been  more  focused  on  learning  more  about  her  and  the  way  her  powers  worked  instead  of  giving  them  actually  education.  writing  was  something  she  still  struggled  with  to  this  day  ,  but  it  got  much  better.  but  her  excitement  had  been  disappeared  within  the  first  week  of  school.  being  the  new  student  was  awful  and  adding  to  that  she  was  still  struggling  with  having  no  powers  anymore  ,  that  they  just  disappeared  without  seeming  to  return.  she  was  struggling  and  trying  to  make  friends  didn’t  work.  will  had  told  her  over  and  over  again  that  this  was  normal  ,  that  there  was  a  food  chain  in  school  and  if  you  were  at  the  end  of  it  ,  well  it  was  fucked  ,  but  at  least  he  was  there  and  she  was  grateful  for  him  ,  but  it  didn’t  make  anything  easier  for  her.

after  school  on  this  day  she  laid  sprawled  out  of  the  bed  ,  pulling  the  pillow  close  to  her  as  she  nuzzled  her  cheek  against  it  ,  as  she  was  overwhelmed  by  the  negative  thoughts  running  through  her  mind.  who  was  she  without  powers  ?  without  making  friends  ?  yet  she  didn’t  want  people  to  worry  about  her  well  being  ,  wanted  to  let  joyce  in  the  believe  she  was  adjusting  just  fine  and  always  told  her  it  was  a  great  day  at  school.  there  was  a  knot  forming  in  the  stomach  when  she  thought  about  getting  up  tomorrow  just  in  order  to  get  tortured  by  angela  and  her  friends  again  at  school.

[pinball77]

I’m reblogging this one more time. Then I’ll use the winner when I get home and work on stuff

VOTE HERE for Billy’s URL.

Idk I felt this might be easier while I’m at work lol