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jacqueline JACK huntzberger .twenty . ¯\_(ヅ)_/¯

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Jack: When have I done anything rash or irresponsible?

Ben: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

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ethercals‌:

she stiffens at the words, trying to banish any and all thoughts of her conversation with chris, trying to erase the hole he’d left in her when he’d decided to go. she knows it’s justified, knows it’s probably better for them both to take space and time away from each other to process all of this and where it leaves them. she misses him all the sam, wishes she hadn’t been so stupid in the first place. “yes you are. i know i didn’t just hurt your father with this…and he and i have already talked.” gen’s voice breaks on the last word and she hates it, pushes her hurt aside as she wipes carefully under her eyes. brows furrow at that and then raise in question. “why does ben — you know what, never mind.” there was another day to discuss that, rules it down to sibling solidarity and the knowledge that if anything truly awful had happened, ben was unlikely to keep her in the dark. instead, she takes jack’s hand gently, walking slowly up the stairs and making her way to ben’s bathroom. she begins rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out supplies she’ll need and piling them on the counter. “where does it hurt the most?”

‘ are you guys ...  --  is that why he’s not here ? ’   she didn’t exactly expect her parents to be around each other ,  she’d just expected chris would be the one staying home which is why she was shocked to find her mother in the living room .  she’s given up trying to fight this ,  at least for now .  when she doesn’t have a raging headache  &  gets some rest ,  maybe she’ll try again .  she willingly follows behind ,  her gaze never lifting from the floor in front of her until they reached bens room .  just like clockwork ,  as she did every time this situation took place with ben instead of her mom ,  the toilet lid goes down  &  she sits herself on it before stripping off her jacket  &  dropping it on the tiles next to her .  there’s a shrug at the question ,  not because she’s trying to be difficult she just ...  genuinely can’t pinpoint a specific spot .  her entire body aches .  that’s all she knows .   ‘ just  -- ’   another shrug as she motions towards her face .  deal with any cuts  &  then move on to everything else .  &  considering the pains she has if she breathes in too deep ,  maybe she’s a  little  scared to check the bruising under her shirt .

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ethercals‌:

looking at jack now, she doesn’t know what was worse; watching chris leave or knowing that she’s the reason for this. for the hurt in her her eyes, the disappointment there. she physically flinching as jack steps away from her touch, rejects the nickname gen had been using for her near all her life. she feels like she herself has been punched in the gut when jack reveals the causes for her bruises.  some  asshole  decided she wanted to make comments about you. her fault, just like the rest of this mess. her heart clenches at the tears on her face and she knows, knows all too well that this is one thing she can’t make better with a hug and reassurance. “i’m sorry.” she doesn’t know what else to say, and her voice is quieter and smaller than it’s ever been around jack. against her better judgement, she takes a couple of steps up the stairs, pulls her daughter into a hug despite her warning not to touch her. she keeps it light, worried about hurting her and she runs a hand over blonde curls at the back of her head. “i’m sorry.” she repeats, deflating slightly and willing the tears that pricked at her eyes to go away before pulling back so she could look her in the eyes. “i know you’re mad right now, and that’s okay. you have every right to be.” her eyes flick over bruises and blood once more, worry once again setting in that maybe some of these might need stitches, maybe they’ll need to go to the hospital. “i need you to let me patch you up though, okay? we need to get these wounds cleaned up.”

she’s stuck in the middle of an emotional war with herself .  one part of her is ready  &  prepared to stand her ground  &  not soften up when it came to gen in this current situation ,  &  the other half just wants to snuggle into her mothers arms  &  be promised everything will be okay in the end .  regardless of the hard exterior she likes to show off ,  she’s still gens  baby  &  she knows it .   ‘ i’m not the one you should be sorry to . ’   she would take all the punches if it meant things could go back to normal  &  this  wasn’t what they’d have to be dealing with for however long .  there’s a moment of slight falter as she leaned into the hug ,  almost wanting to just bury her head in her mothers shoulder  &  cry it out ,  but she decides against it  &  just lets it happen .  she stays quiet ,  gaze lingering on her mother  &  the state the both of them were in .  god they’re messes .  still ,  there’s a soft nod at gens request .   ‘ okay . ’   her voice is quiet ,  almost a whisper as she steps down from the staircase .   ‘ --  ben has everything in his bathroom . ’

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ethercals‌:

she doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting there. she doesn’t know whether it’s been ten minutes or even an hour since she’d watched chris walk out the door. she’d been slouched on the lounge ever since, face buried in her hand as she tried to let what had happened sink in. she’s swallowed whole by her guilt, the fact that she had done possibly the worst thing she could do to her family, and she’s worried that she’s fucked it all up permanently. for the first time in her life, she has no idea what to say or do, or even if there was something she could do to fix this. not when chris had been so hurt, and she doesn’t even know what her kids think yet. the idea of facing them next has anxiety clenching in her chest, has her rising from her spot and making her way to the fridge, pulling out a fresh bottle of wine and taking a swig straight from it. she’s well beyond needing a glass at this point.

she’s barely even made a notch in the bottle and settled herself back on the lounge than the door is opening and her head whips towards it, hope rising within her that maybe chris had changed his mind and come home, only for it to die when she catches sight of blonde curls and the stark contrast of blood against pale skin. abandoning the bottle on the coffee table, she stands and for a moment stills, eyes roaming over her and worry catching in her throat. she knows that jack was prone to fights, has a temper nearly as bad as her own, but she’s never seen her this bad before. her previous anxieties about her daughter’s reaction to her exposed secret are long forgotten as pure worry settles instead, wondering how this happen and how bad the extent of it was. “honeybee…” she hasn’t called her that in years, since before she felt like she was an enemy in her daughter’s eyes, and she feels it safe to blame her current vulnerability, her red-rimmed eyes evidence of such a fact. gen makes her way closer to the staircase then, brows furrowing as she gets closer to her, a hand reaching up to brush her hair away from some of the blood. “what happened to you?”

the last people she wanted to speak to right now were her parents  --  her mother especially .  granted her father had done nothing wrong ,  she didn’t want to be having  those  kinds of conversations with either of them .  the ones you have when your parents are splitting up or whatever .  she doesn’t do well with feelings  &  it’s even worse when it’s someone she’s  that  close to .  someone she lets herself get emotionally vulnerable around  &  actually cares about their feelings .  so excuse her distance when it comes to talking about  any  of this with gen .  honeybee  --  a name she hadn’t heard in forever .  it used to be her favorite pet name .  a name that made her feel nice  &  warm  &  safe .  now it feels ...  wrong ?  that person who made her feel all those things her whole life turning into the enemy .  so much for the picture perfect happy family they liked to paint themselves as .   ‘ don’t  honeybee  me . ’   there’s a sniffle as she brings her hand to her face once more to wipe whatever liquid had formed on her cheek again .  there’s every temptation to lean into her mothers touch  -  allow herself to be vulnerable just  once  because  god  she’s in pain  &  she just wants her mom but ...   ‘ don’t touch me . ’   she shifts back ,  taking one step up the stair case to distance herself more .   ‘ what happened to me ?  some  asshole  decided she wanted to make comments about you  &  GOD  they were so fucking accurate . ’   &  now she’s crying again ,  but this time it’s not the physical pain .   ‘ even if i agreed with her ,  i couldn’t find it in myself to let someone go around talking about my mother like that  --  fucking jokes on me ,  right ? ’

[jackzburger]

she may currently be in the worst state she’s ever been in .  she may have also gotten herself into a one verses three fight that ended with the poor girl cowering on the floor after she took as many hits as she could handle  --  no one ever said jack made good decisions .  it started with a comment about her mother ,  one she doesn’t even remember all too clearly  -  followed by her giving the culprit a chance to take back their insult which only resulted in them reiterating it even clearer .  again ,  she still doesn’t remember it ,  only some key words .  enough to set her off  --  your mother ,  whore ,  slut .  --  a fist was thrown at the main perpetrator hoping it would be nothing more than a small scuffle between the two of them .  a thing she was more than used to partaking in .  except that it wasn’t  &  she who spoke big words had back up  &  of course ,  poor jack fell short in that department . 

she wouldn’t be able to repeat the series of events that unfolded .  her memory is nothing but a big blur .  just like her vision currently was behind tear filled eyes as she stumbled her way back home .  there’s a hesitation as she approaches the front door ,  not sure whether or not to actually go in or find sanctum at a friends or just take herself to a hospital  &  deal with it later .  disregarding the heavy pit in her stomach she fumbles with her keys before eventually finding the lock  &  shoving her way through the door ,  not bothering to close it behind her .  ben  --  she wanted ben  &  ben only .  she trusted him .  he was her saving grace every other time she came home all beaten up  &  would clean her up no questions asked .  but alas ,  her plan to find her brother had crumbled as she got to the staircase as quickly  &  quietly as she could but apparently not fast enough before spotting her mother staring at her from the living room .  shit .  a sleeved arm reaches up to wipe a mix of blood  &  tears away from her cheek before speaking up .   ‘ mom ...  i didn’t think you would be home . ’   maybe a hotel or something .   |   @ethercals

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lisavalentine‌:

  “love for nuggets never dies.”  maybe it’s her high or maybe it’s a genuine love — honestly, who knows at this point.  ask her again in no sooner than five hours and no later than five and a half.  “but i also like anything with the word taco in it.  i don’t know, i’d eat fucking soap if it smelled good enough.”  she’s not lying about that.  she shaved soap once and ate it — not very good, but the smell was worth it.  she’s somewhat excited at the prospect of her getting a job at the same place as her.  there’s a chance to see her before or after shifts, if she doesn’t work her times.  it’s fun to think about, at least as fun as work can get.  “he’s a good egg.  kinda think he’d trust a dalmation with the job though, so.”  she would, too, it’s fine.  she shoves a total of two more nuggets in her mouth, at once, before shrugging at the question.  when she swallows, she nods,  a half smile on her face.  “the worst that happens is we break up.  and that could happen either fucking way, to be honest.  it’s just … a fun title.  i wasn’t bullshitting, though so yeah.  serious.”  and another nugget goes in,  “it’s fine if you don’t want it, though.  i’ll ask again in a few weeks if we still tolerate each other.”

‘ you’re super worrying ,  y’know that ? ’   &  gen thought jack made questionable choices sometimes .  at least she wouldn’t eat soap ,  regardless of how good it smelled .   ‘ though you’re opening yourself up to the possibility of me feeding you soap purely for the memes . ’   she wouldn’t do that though .  at least not to lisa ,  other people though ?  they’re still on her hit list .   ‘ i’d trust a dog with the job too honestly .  you seen some of the people you work with ?  if  they  can get a job there  &  i can’t ?  then i guess that’s it for me ,  you can find me in a cave in fuckin’ alaska living off bugs . ’   because holy moly that would just be shameful .  there’s a smile on her own face as she follows suit in stuffing another nugget into her mouth ,  swallowing it before deciding to finally crack open the vodka .  a mouthful  &  a half ,  &  a scrunched up face later ,  she involuntarily shivers as she swallows the drink before holding it out to the other .   ‘ no ,  no  --  i’ll take it .  hundred percent .  it’s a good title . ’   &  maybe if she’d started drinking at the beginning of this conversation ,  perhaps she’d be buzzing enough to act on more than just  staring  at the others lips .

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lisavalentine‌:

  “but i like nuggets.”  she’s almost child-like in the statement as she opens the bag and pulls a box of the nuggets out, shoving one into her mouth happily.  most of the food she consumes is fast food, despite working at mack’s.  it was just easier — and this was the one type of fast food that didn’t get tired to her.  “honestly, buy me fucking nuggets or those crunchy little chicken wrap bitches and i’m happy.”  she’s never had anything fancy, nothing actual date like.  one night stands didn’t really like becoming two night stands.  she considers jack not being a notch on her bed post already a good sign.  “work at the diner with me.  or i guess with the smiley kid.  mostly me, though.  i get bored.”  she hands her a box of the nuggets, chucking a handful of various sauces in her general direction.  “this is nice.  you suck even less now.  much girlfriend, very wow, would burn a bitch out of ten.”

‘ hey !  i’m just giving other options .  i don’t wanna tire out your love for nuggets ,  y’know ? ’   how generous of you ,  jack .  besides ,  if they don’t have a love for nuggets ,  what do they have ?  appreciation for each other ?  gross .   ‘ nuggets  &  crunchy chicken wrap bitches .  gotcha . ’   sorry to break it to you though ,  lisa ,  she’s gonna need variety soon enough or there’ll be no nuggets at all .   ‘ i’m hoping so .  don’t know why jamie trusts me to work there but hey ,  hopefully he’s put in a good word for me . ’   a pause as she takes the box ,  eyes scanning over the various sauces before finding her preferred  sweet  &  sour  &  ripping the lid off with her teeth .   ‘ you’d wanna have to see me almost every day though ?  wouldn’t you get sick of seeing my dumb face that much ? ’   an amused smile accompanied by a raised brow as she dipped a nugget into the sauce before popping it into her mouth ,  barely swallowing it before speaking up again .   ‘ what can i say ?  i know the way to a girls heart  --  through her stomach  &  with nothing but chicken nuggets  &  fruity vodka . ’   &  it’s totally not because you already told her that .   ‘ also though like ...  you were being serious about the whole  girlfriend  thing ? ’

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lisavalentine‌:

  “nah, my phones —”  she doesn’t actually know.  under the bed, probably.  it fell the last time she got up for coffee and she just never really looked for it again.  under the bed, dresser, behind something.  who knows.  “we knew each other for five minutes before i asked you to be my girlfriend and threatened to burn down a house.  this is pretty on par.”  she’s cozy again, back in bed and a very small smile presents itself on her face.  jack doesn’t know her abundance of issues yet and lisa doesn’t know how she’ll inevitably respond.  but for now, she treats her like a person — and that’s good enough.  “wow, so you’re getting me twice this week?  look at you go.”  and she reaches out to the bag and pulls them closer to her, legs going crisscross instead of pulling her knees to her chest.  “you have a galaxy brain.  it’s so fucking smart.”

‘ okay ,  true . ’   &  she’s still pretty sure she was only joking about the whole  girlfriend  thing .  the burning a house down ?  that was believable .  as she sits down ,  the bottle finds itself in her lap as she pulls it from the brown paper bag it was  poorly  hidden in .   ‘ hey ,  we don’t have to do nuggets again on thursday .  we can do like ...  i don’t know what else people do for dates  --  bowling ?  i’m shit at it ,  but i guess that’s an option . ’   she shrugs ,  dropping the bottle back onto the bed before kicking off her boots  &  copying the others crossed leg position .   ‘ my mom thinks i’m  putting myself out there  &  trying to get a job ,  but i’m kinda holding on hope for one at the diner . ’   a pause as she realised  how  that sounded .   ‘ not because you work there  --  it’s just ...  simple . ’   &  from what she knew of everyone who worked there ,  barely any work really ever got done unless you were the unfortunate cook .   ‘ my galaxy brain thanks you . ’   a small smile as she grabby hands towards the bag now in the others possession .   ‘ gimme nuggies . ’

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lisavalentine‌:

  she’s laying in bed for her day off.  each time she worked the night shift, she learned more and more that she fucking hated it and hated night time in general.  she’s downed three cups of coffee and a few — three, she thinks — pills to sort of even herself out for the time being.  the door knocking gets her attention, the muffled voice is what gets her out of bed and makes her drag her blanket cape to the front door, opening it with a raised brow and small smile.  “dude.”  she moves out of the way, waving her hand to invite her in.  the apartment is clean, despite its obvious cheapness.  “bed.  my living room sucks.”  and she’s off on her way back to said bed, still dragging her blanket cape with her.

she wasn’t expecting a blanket-cape cladded lisa to answer the door ,  but considering what she had learned about the other girl over the last few days ...  she’s definitely not surprised .   ‘ --  should i have like ...  texted first ? ’   still ,  she moves into the apartment ,  eyes darting around the room as she took it all in .  it was a lot cosier than what she’s used to  &  honestly ?  she’s into it .   ‘ damn .  barely even a hello  &  you’re already inviting me to bed . ’   she follows suit ,  making sure to not step on the others blanket in the process .   ‘ i know we had stuff planned for thursday but ... ’   hands are now free as she drops everything onto the bed ,  sitting herself down next to it uninvited .   ‘ i was feelin’ nuggets  &  i was like .  fuck it !  let’s just get drunk  &  stuff our faces ,  y’know ? ’

[jackzburger]

she’s not sure why she’s doing it ,  especially unannounced .  this poor girl that she had spoken to face to face a whole  one  time gave her her address  &  not even two days later jack is showing up on her doorstep .  in one hand she’s got a mcdonalds bag filled with a combined  eighty  nuggets ,  all variations of dipping sauce as well .  &  in the other ,  a bottle of strawberry vodka that she actually bought herself for once .  fake i.d.  &  all .  the bag is brought to her mouth ,  holding it tightly between teeth as she knocks on the apartment door a few times .   ‘ open up ! ’   the words are muffled through the bag before finally moving it back into the grasp of her hand once more .   ‘ i come bearing gifts ! ’    |    @lisavalentine

[jackzburger]

ethercals‌:

“the bucket doesn’t fit in the kitchen sink.” she replies in kind, sitting down at the kitchen table as her legs cross automatically. she already has a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach about this, and she knows how it’s going to go. that being said, she’s desperate enough to put the offer on the table anyway. she’s worried about her daughter and the fact that she has no job, hasn’t made much of an attempt to find one, either. genevieve sighs heavily at the response despite the fact that she’d anticipated her answer. “it’s just a job, jackie. a temporary one, at that.” she doesn’t care whether she likes it or not, she just wants to see her daughter with some kinda of work ethic. “i know you want to work on cars, and i’m glad you’ve found something you like doing, but while you’re still learning and not getting paid, you need something to be earning money. this isn’t high school anymore and you can’t keep relying on your father and i to give you money whenever you want.” it’s no secret that her and chris are well off now, with him working as the sheriff and her getting a rather generous paycheck for being chief editor at her company. it wouldn’t be too difficult to support any of their children, and she’s more than happy to as well. but she can’t stand laziness and any of them taking it for granted. “if it’s not this job, you need to be actively looking for work, going to interviews. even ask your brother if he has an opening at his garage, or tobias for that matter.”

‘ no ,  no !  i saw a life hack once ,  right ?  you put the kettle in the sink  &  then you let the kettle overflow into the bucket .  genius . ’   &  if you weren’t home to witness the mess that would follow that attempted life hack ,  she would definitely do it .  sorry about your clean kitchen ,  gen .  there’s an obvious cringe at  jackie  --  a name only used by her parents   (  or her brothers if they wanted a bruised arm  ) .  it still surprises her that she used to be okay with the nickname .  the mop is leaned against the wall ,  still sitting nicely in the empty bucket as elbows lean against the kitchen bench ,  her chin sitting nicely in the palms of her hands as she listened to her mother .   ‘ if you’re gonna offer me up for free labor ,  can it  please  not be in an office . ’   she would much rather come home covered in mud than have to wear a blazer or anything similar .  priorities .   ‘ okay ,  okay .  --  i was talking to jamie the other day  --  y’know ,  cute gay dude that works at macks ?  anyways ,  so if you’re gonna keep grinding my ass about this then i’ll go in  &  see about something there . ’   a pause as fingertips tap against her bottom lip in thought for a moment before a smile spreads across her face .   ‘ aaaalso ...  maybe there’s a cute girl that works there that i’d be using as incentive ? ’

[stlinskim]

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💌 ; lisa simpson 🌝

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lisavalentine‌:

[ lisa ]: no it’s grains. [ lisa ]: ew, no.  [ lisa ]: be my girlfriend thing until you realize you can do better with another girl and i burn her house down in retaliation, before we ultimately realize we’re good for each other and kiss in the rain . also the rain puts out the fire before anyone dies so it’s a happy story. [ lisa ]: they won’t fire me, i’ve worked there for like 6 years and i only complain when someone who sucks gets hired. but since you’re nice [ lisa ]: i live in a teeny studio apartment. it smells like bacon a lot, which is weird since i fucking hate bacon and don’t live near bacon so who the fuck is making bacon every fucking day??? [ lisa ]: it’s at [insert a gosh darn address], apartment 23. so ya know, come by any time.

[ jack ]: google says rice is carbs sry [ jack ]: gross. kissing in the rain is very hallmark of you. but maybe i’m into it [ jack ]: also maybe i accept just because you’d be willing to burn down someones house??? like. that’s hot?? not just literally hot too [ jack ]: you?? hate bacon????? [ jack ]: that settles it we’re going to get married [ jack ]: aye aye, cap’n. i have a pretty noisy bike so you’d probably hear me coming from forever away

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💌 ; lisa simpson 🌝

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lisavalentine‌:

[ lisa ]: that’s relatable, we have so much in common suddenly [ lisa ]: why would you assume i remember why this conversation started? i have the memory of a rice [ lisa ]: a literal actual grain of fucking rice [ lisa ]: are you asking me to go steady, jack o lantern? because then i’d have to tell you where i live for future date purposes. or for the nugget one. [ lisa ]: otherwise we’re meeting on a corner, like a proper whore.

[ jack ]: i like rice. my preferred choice of carbs [ jack ]: theyre carbs right? [ jack ]: no that’s gay we’re just gonna flirt back and forth for a few years before one of us accepts that the other won’t make the first move and move on to someone else like true gays. [ jack ]: i mean you can tell me where you live regardless??? otherwise i’ll have to annoy you at work constantly and that might get you fired??

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💌 ; lisa simpson 🌝

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lisavalentine‌:

[ lisa ]: why would you [ lisa ]: wow can’t believe i like a gay idiot [ lisa ]: i say as a chaotic gay dumbass. [ lisa ]: you’re an acceptable idiot, though. 

[ jack ]: because, lisa, i live to disappoint. the earlier you know this the better. [ jack ]: i CaNt BeLiEvE i LiKe A gAy IdIoT  [ jack ]: this conversation started bc i headbanged into the sink and you’re SHOCKED at that statement? [ jack ]: i can be your idiot (;

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💌 ; lisa simpson 🌝

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lisavalentine‌:

[ lisa ]: slightly more understandable. [ lisa ]: guess it’s better than you key smashing or something [ lisa ]: she has better songs, i’m gay not an idiot [ lisa ]: it’s gonna be great dw 

[ jack ]: KSKSJSDJSK  [ jack ]: is that better? [ jack ]: idk man. a lot of people are gay idiots. myself included.

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💌 ; lisa simpson 🌝

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lisavalentine‌:

[ lisa ]: god is that the only response you have [ lisa ]: now who’s gay [ lisa ]: … yes.  [ lisa ]: the boombox will be playing a playlist called gay songs about being gay.  [ lisa ]: because i will be being gay. [ lisa ]: alternatively, i’ll throw the boombox i guess. like if you’re a heavy sleeper.

[ jack ]: i don’t know how else to respond to people actually liking me okay [ jack ]: this doesn’t happen often [ jack ]: if girls like girls is on that gay playlist i will throw the boombox right back i’m so sick of it [ jack ]: sry @ lesbian jesus but it’s the hard truth.