#PSYLOCHE. sporadic writing activity & mutuals-only portrayal of elizabeth 'betsy' braddock ( captain britain, psylocke ) from marvel comics. primarily based within earth-616. study + headcanon based by and large. by sara, 27 + she / her. quick guidelines beneath the cut.
¹ blog navigation: prompts. history. public knowledge. / ² affiliates: ♡rohgue. ♡spectracle. ♡chyrafim. onlyfiends.
GUIDELINES.
001. just be normal! usual etiquette applies. don't rush me, don't poke & prod, try to keep unhelpful godmodding to a minimum, etc. i don't really care for drama + callouts. if i think somebody is gross, i'll likely just block and move on. however, some things do call for awareness and those will be reblogged — very rare as i curate my space for my comfort, but these will always be tagged appropriately (drama cw/ more than likely)
002. interaction is welcome so long as we're mutuals ( i follow you, you follow me). inbox prompts are always open & unprompted starters / asks are totally fine! these are usually the best way to start interactions with me & you're always welcome to continue them into threads! replies to threads are usually slower than other forms of interaction but just be patient, they'll come!
003. i'm a bit of a rambler and that carries into my replies which means they tend to get long ( 2-3 paragraphs minimum). with that being said: i never expect my partner to match length or format. write whatever you're happy with, i'll never take it as a slight. i use small + large text with some colored text. if you need anything at all changed for readability let me know!
004. i do practice mains/exclusives/affiliates. mains are people that'll likely get priority in reply speed, exclusives are the only version of that muse i'll interact with, and affiliates (*indicating affiliates, ♡ indicating ship exclusive ) are muses that are heavily tied into my portrayal of betsy and if said muse comes up in a separate thread, it is referring to that specific variant of them.
005. i am more or less ship exclusive; i likely won't ship with more than one portrayal of a character. if it's a canon betsy ship, i may be inclined if it's a large enough part of both our muses backstories ( i.e warren, rachel, so on ). i don't expect the same treatment in return! y'all do you, this is just what i'm most comfortable with.
006. this blog will deal with themes already present in the comics! anything triggering will be tagged appropriately using the format 'trigger cw /'. if there's something specific you need tagged just drop a message in & i'll account for it!
up top blog warnings for: suicide (ideation+attempts), eye trauma, a smidge of body horror, depersonalization & derealization.
007. sporadic activity means sporadic activity; i have a full-time job + family obligations. sometimes i have muse and sometimes i don't. there may be days, weeks, months of inactivity but rest assured i will be back at some point. i'm a notorious hoarder i've replied to things that've been in an inbox for three years before life is just like that. if that's not your vibe you're welcome to softblock 👍
008. i don't mind duplicates!! i think they're fun and i'm just chilling. i believe that people can draw the same conclusions from reading the same content, but if i get a weird vibe like it's a little more than that going on, i'll just sb and move on.
009. i'm well aware of the discourse over the betsy/kwannon body swap. this blog may civilly discuss it, but i will not tolerate discourse for the sake of discourse, you will go straight to the stocks. the body swap and the years following were a poor decision on marvel's part and a shameless cash grab but nonetheless it was all formative to betsy's character so it'll be restructured here until it's more than just a fetishization of asian culture and a way to sell comics. this is not to absolve betsy of canon decisions she made, rather to give them more meaning than the butt of the joke being 'white woman in an asian body' for decades. a little yap about which version of the body swap i go with here!!
you don't deserve what? care? touch? affection? / @chyrafim
she could say she does not mean to ice him out — it would be a lie. the cruelty of it is that she intends every second of it. she wills it to be so, squashes every spark which might become a flare, a signal of truth. such a bright thing, he would certainly see it even without sharp eyes, and it is such that he would marvel, she supposes. adore it. but then there are those who are of a like mind. the ones she would rather beat to crushing a brilliant thing beneath their heel. better her than them. they would not stop at his feelings. the world is hardly ever so kind to warren.
it may not feel like protection to him — it does not to her, the way it tears at the pre-existing hole in her chest — but he will simply have to forgive her this distance. understand her fear is for him, not of him. she does not deserve his dogged pursuit. his devotion. that is all she meant when the insistence of such slipped in beneath his plea for anything more than this.she keeps her quiet while he prattles on. it almost feels to be in defense of her, in her stead. her winged champion. betsy remains still save for her fingers extending and palms turning to flatten out atop her thighs.
she does not look at him, that bright light in the dark, because she cannot say which she will be, just that it will be whoever she has to be. and how can he speak of care so passionately? it is a bloody thing. how can he speak of touch? his blood is on her hands. and affection? no matter how much is poured into a broken butterfly, it's will never fly the same again. certainly not to his heights. certainly not without dragging him down. it is the last thing she wants to do, though nature is best left to take it's course. it proves to be what she has to in the end. an exhale through the nose, shoulders shifting against the force of her own tension, ❝ that's enough, warren. ❞
but her tongue is even, perhaps for the peace of meditation, of which formation she has not bothered to leave, before his entrance. she would hesitate to call him a disturbance. something about it implies he is not welcome and that, too, would be a lie. would that she were not poison. that they were not made whole only so that they would be more efficient in taking the other apart. she would have open arms for him. he knows her. fits against her in ways that threaten that completion and dismantling.
and if he is aware of that, then he does not need the verbal reminder. she only gives it for her own reminder, ❝ what i do or don't deserve is something we will never see eye-to-eye on. were it up to you — ❞ he would give her the world. he has tried. she wanted it. she had it in those fleeting moments of his life. it was taken from them, by her hand, because she was not good enough to stop it from happening. she is not good. ❝ we would make the same mistakes. you would be no less a fool this time as last and a willing one at that. ❞ and finally, the truth, it's weight finally enough on her shoulders for some of the tension to drain from them, her posture softening with her tone, ❝ aren't you tired of it all? ❞ it hardly takes a telepath to know what his answer will be.
"our entire lives cannot be about this." [ alex!! ]
it is a glimmering ideal that has felt within grasp before — but only once has it truly been had, just so soon to be lost. betsy believes in hope still. she believes in a future. she knows it was not for her then and is not for her now. but there are others, and if she cannot have it then to them she can give it. call it what you will: repentance, guilt, absolution. it drives her, gets her up against the weight of memory and deeds done. she knows she will never be clean and that she will persist in spite of the fact. they have no place in dreams and the real world needs people like her, she's learned. it is a thing she can swallow down in their place.
she does not believe alex to be of her stomach. can't say she ever has. the real world has, and will again, eat him gut outwards. gorge itself upon despair and hopelessness. laughably cursed, family names, life gores braddocks and summers like they are the only nourishing thing it will ever have again. and she does laugh, a lilting amused thing, but it is not at him. has known him too long to push him aside with dry humor. it is only amusement for what has been true since days down under: even in death, they will still be fighting, and the world does not perceive any difference between swallowing and choking when it presses down on them.
betsy grants him on the curl of a lip, sympathetic, ❝ you can retire whenever you'd like, alex, ❞ but as though she is still that middling precognitive woman, she warns, ❝ though i imagine it will go as well for you as it has done for any of us. ❞ there's hardly a point in placing false hope. only gouges the soul worse when the lie is discovered and all that was built around it is revealed as an illusion. she's not so certain how much either of them have left to give up.
however, so long as they don't get carried away, the imagination is a powerful anesthetic, and if he is lucky, he can have it be more than. perhaps just enough to get some of that glimmering light back within sight; she misses the reflection of it in his eyes but cannot say she has ever seen it there long enough that it had a chance to become familiar in him, ❝ you may have to settle for a vacation; too short trousers, sandals, the sort. i hear malta is nice this time of year. ❞
PUBLIC AWARENESS + CONNECTIONS OF BETSY BRADDOCK: a little info dump post detailing public / not public events and the sort for quick starting interactions and/or nosy folks (affectionate).
— 𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆,
⁰¹ braddock enterprises.
from youth, betsy, at least by name, has been in a spotlight. betsy's father founded braddock enterprises which focuses on tech, primarily computer science and robotics. his connections to the hellfire club, and eventual rise to black bishop of the inner circle, serve as healthy support to his business ventures, launching the braddock name to it's acclaim. publicly, james works heavily on sentient / synthezoid projects, artificial intelligence, the sort. his connection to the hellfire club is not known by the general public.
non-publicly, james works with the government on 'special bullets' bullets made from harry pizer's skin (😒), which are taken and appropriated by the hellfire club into anti-mutant ammunition exported to genosha; finding it distasteful he leaves the hellfire club and this leads to a decline in the braddocks fortune. members of the hellfire club or government officials during this era may know the details of this event.
jamie takes over their business ventures post their parents death (very public their death was in the papers as a lab accident) and brings them back to where they were before, if not beyond. he initiates the creation of a self-devouring waste containment unit that wakanda uses?? branches them out from just AI towards general tech, though their focuses do remain strongly on artificial intelligences and synthetics. braddock is a big name in the tech circles, and though betsy doesn't lean much into the science junk (she's more mechanical brained), it is very likely that if she's not recognized as betsy she is recognized as a braddock and heir.
currently, she lets brian handle most of their pursuits, she's not interested in the family business. she might broker a deal with x-corp or invest in pro-mutant endeavors here and there, but otherwise it's so whatever to her ; they sponsor events as well (paraphrased 'something inoffensive like fighting world hunger' and the sort bc betsy's 'offensive enough on her own' to mutant hater extraordinaries britain lmao)
⁰² hellfire club.
betsy is a legacy member of the hellfire club, dating back to her grandfather john braddock who was a prominent member during his time, contributing to the club's strategic direction and influence on global affairs. betsy often attended their events in her younger years, usually as brian's plus one. she doesn't utilize this membership often deep into her adulthood, the place (the people, really) makes her feel #filthy, but she does mingle with them for information from time to time. any member of the club would be aware of her if they cared enough to be.
⁰³ otherworld.
for his entire life, james presented himself as an ordinary man ; the public would have no knowledge of his otherworld origins nor his children's during those years. this is something that isn't even revealed to betsy and brian until their early adulthood. it likely starts to circulate once brian publicly takes up the mantle of captain britain, and then becomes heavily solidified in minds once betsy takes it up; it's not a subtle mantle to take, it comes with it's implications and doesn't take a far leap from there to know the truth. magically inclined individuals can likely sense this whether they know the facts or not on account of the innate magic both twins possess, though they may not be able to suss out it's origin, exactly, without asking. betsy doesn't shy from this topic at all it is Not a secret.
the braddocks, generally, are heralded in avalon and most fair courts; her parents have a memorial statue, they're descended from the (checks my notes) warrior caste of otherworld, james was one of the 'greatest warriors of his generation' and a key defender of the realm. all of this is public knowledge to anybody who would know otherworld history.
— 𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲,
⁰¹ arrival + outback.
many of the core x-men ( think wolverine, storm, etc. ) will know betsy starting from her short stint at xavier's school before the mutant massacre; a newcomer after the new mutants saved her from her year in mojo's captivity (put a pin in that). the retrieval and events surrounding the rescue would have been explained in a manner of broad knowledge for most, but none of the nitty-gritty details given — betsy herself wouldn't give them and continues to refuse to in so many words. what matters is she initially starts as, essentially, a walkie-talkie for what would become the outback era of x-men. underestimated, struggling to prove herself valuable, and a go-between for them to communicate with one another during the massacre and events during/following it. genteel, prim, the whole shebang. betsy heavily serves as an unbiased middle ground to most interpersonal conflicts during this time; she does not know these people, they're all sorts of messy, surprisingly it's healthy for her. well-intentioned and enthusiastic but, occasionally, shockingly inclined to solve an issue with a little 'off with their head' vibes.
very few x-men meet her during this period and, in general, in her original body; some of the folks at the school might have a passing recognition of her now like a oh i definitely saw you then but people who got to intimately know her during this era are, primarily, the outback team and the new mutants of the era. so like. a dozen people basically.
what happens in the outback stays in the outback 🫵 aside from the eight there + gateway + madelyne their activities are largely if not entirely unknown, save for that time they interacted with the actual alive x-men. they were like, supposed to be dead or w/e and electronics couldn't track them and betsy was manipulating people's memories to show they were saved by 'their ideal image of a hero' instead of them, yadda, yadda.
⁰² post body swap.
as psylocke in kwannon’s body betsy is publicly affiliated with: the x-men (blue when split), exiles, and x-force. she has ties to the hand by origin of the body swap + her training/martial fighting style though this is a wholly antagonistic relationship.
most of betsy's activities as psylocke happen post the swap into kwannon's body — after a whole stint as lady mandarin and being dragged back by logan and jubilee, betsy rejoins the x-men as an assassin / ninja / whatever you want to call her ; point is she's not so high class, dainty lady when she comes back and this is how most people meet her. it becomes her main gig for a long time, and generally she carries over from one roster to the next. the public knows that betsy braddock is in another woman’s body, though to them the details, how, and why are very fuzzy, the theories often bordering on conspiracy levels of insanity. the public conception of betsy is largely skewed towards the negative side of the swap : she’s an assassin, she works from the shadows, malicious, etc. by and large this is propagated by anti-mutant media. betsy does note in her 2010 solo run that she’s saved the world on the news but this seems largely disregarded by the general public in comparison to her appearance / status as a mutant / against her reputation as a braddock (put a pin in this too)
majority of her activities within x-force are unknown, but most know that they handle the less savory aspects of mutant kinds safety via murder and the sort #slay, even the media seems to know that they exist and operate in the shadows though they can only make baseless assumptions and broad accusations. those that were members of x-force know but even they’re not aware of where she disappears to for six months post their break up (poly paris crashout 🙄) but every event that takes place with the x-men otherwise where she’s part of the roster is known to those who would via being there, media coverage, or through the superhero grapevine w/e.
time between events in comics is generally spent at the mansion / school / whatever it is at the time; she’s a constant presence (except for that year+ she spent dead ✌️😔) and has a generally solid reputation amongst the x-men ur brave and loyal assassin but sometimes she’s crashing out and a little bit of an uptight angry woman with crazy identity issues and that’s fine. like her or don’t she’s stuck on them like glue for better or worse (for herself and them 😮💨).
eventually she gets back into her original body and keeps the mantle psylocke but it’s short lived. she winds up giving the name to kwannon and goes back home. this may be confusing to people who got used to betsy using the mantle whilst in the body currently using it; maybe a double take or a if you’re out of the loop a little slip. it’s probably a nightmare for them on but to perceive betsy in her original body as a near stranger would not be entirely far fetched for those who never knew her in it in the first place.
— 𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻,
*this is her current mantle and likely when most interactions take place!!
as captain britain betsy is heavily affilated with: excalibur, knights of x. the media has pointed out her ties to the mutant apocalypse but don't know the details of her connection to him or if it still exists (it doesn't), they just use it as another slander piece 😒. she does rejoin x-force for a stint during this era (forge's) but they disband and their missions are entirely unknown to anybody who wasn't there.
betsy's duty as captain britain, as it always has been for anybody who's taken the mantle, is to defend britain and otherworld from threats. it is a very public role and betsy's identity in it is no secret. there is constant and easily accessed coverage of her actions from any given piece of media (social, televised news, written). she's an extremely recognizable face if your muse follows british media or mutant rights happenings.
brian by and large is the more accepted version of the mantle by the public; he isn't a mutant and britain is staunchly anti-mutant. betsy taking up the mantle is met with heavy disdain by the media, politicians, the whole sort. the narrative you'll likely find is that betsy is worse at it, has a mutant agenda that would see the power of britain shift hands to mutant control, and so on, so forth. on her disappearances in excalibur and the war in knights of x the media spins that she's abandoned her country and people which is just nasty work but w/e the point is there's some nasty Nasty folks who would see her slandered to paste. though betsy goes on the news to try to combat this, she's often met with interviewers who are skewed against her and give her no right to a fair rebuttal. when she does get a word in edge wise though, it's always to push back for mutant's rights within britain, she is talking circles around those bigots.
as opposed to the vast and vocal majority, there is an underground scene of folks who agree with her, her strongest soldiers — they make her merch, little mini figures and pro-betsy pins and whatnot !! revolution NOW (she loves beheadings bring back guillotines but don't she doesn't kill anymore </3)
— 𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀,
⁰¹ modeling.
betsy has been a model on and off since she was 16 in a very public way. majority of this was in her original body i'm just going to: 'pick up a fashion magazine and she ruled the covers just as she ruled the runways from paris to milan to new york.' ft. covers for vogue and playboy bunny and the sort in the panel and some others i can't make out but y'all get the gist. she models into her early twenties, right up about until mojo gets her ass at 24-ish, though it does slow down a bit towards the end she's busy (flying, her night job, college, horrors, w/e). anybody who picked up a magazine during the time period might have a faint recollection of her face or might own a spread or two still she was serving. betsy's most recent proper magazine interview and spread is as britain's most beautiful captain <3
⁰² s.t.r.i.k.e.
betsy was a special agent for britain's PSI division s.t.r.i.k.e alongside her modelling career prior to it's absorption into the rcx, tasked with dealing with threats beyond what normal intelligence operations could manage. proper authorities would have access to these files . this is a time in her life that she doesn't bring up, generally; there's usually not a reason or a skill needed from it that can't be covered by the ninja training of the body swap or broad telepath cover. it's like a betsy lore drop when it comes up but she never elaborates unless truly pushed let a woman have a little mystery.
⁰³ the wildways.
if your muse watched a lot of television there was a weird show that aired back in the day for about a year run by mojo while he had betsy in captivity where she (checks my notes) was used to psychically lure kids in and trap them within her mind for mojo to draw power from or something. her mind had been fragmented and jammed back together in mojo's vision but that's a whole other yap post. it's like, a lost media sort of deal. the details are likely fuzzy, the absurdity makes it sound like a fever dream, and there are folks who swear they recognize her from t.v but can't pinpoint exactly what from. she won't help them she just brushes it off with 'i've been on the news' or 'one of those faces' or 'i'm a braddock'.
the tl;dr is fellow x-men know most things by broad strokes or were there, the media makes a lot of baseless assumptions and slander pieces, and there's the rare 'i know you from somewhere NOT x-men or captain britain or your family i swear 🤔' but a lot of the fine details of her life, despite being in a spotlight / fame / whatever are private or classified to some degree.
send " REST. " for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation. (feel free to specify why in the inbox!)
alternatively, send in " LAP. " for the sender to guide the receiver down to rest their head in their lap.
that was close instead of doing drafts i was about to yap about the significance of psylocke as a moniker to betsy and furthermore the importance of her letting it go thank goodness that didn't happen
through a curtain undrawn, all is bared — rogue is a puzzle in it's entirety beheld, completed the night before. in the dark, there was no certainty that it was done well. but in the gathering steam, counterintuitive as it may seem, there is nothing more clear than the shape of her; the rise of her chest on an inhale, the sinking of her shoulders on an exhale giving way to a continuation of speech after a thoughtful pause. there is a recognition, the image of self-awareness cleansed of swampy muck so certainly as the vessel which houses it is made rid of the night prior. betsy herself cannot say she understands that feeling, save that she understands rogue intimately, and that if she focuses on her, she can find envy for that little spark of knowing, found and dredged up from the bog again and again.
she does not expand her mind to catch it early, does not need to to suppose she knows what will come next. it is not a triumphant thing nor is it defeated. it simply is. her eyes trail the path which water does, from where it carries down features that slip closed on instinct, to the spot that gravity drops it off the bottom of a curve. she thinks, sometimes, when she looks close enough, she can see things seeping to the surface. things that are more them than her. and it is never more certain than in those moments that she speaks true: there is only one of her, and there are so many of them, even in their assorted remains they make a greater whole left unchecked. what must it have been like to be alone within their currents? beneath their tides? what must it have been to be found with enough left to stand and let the water run off and take all matters of the past with it?
betsy cannot say she is certain. she cannot begin to understand. she is not sure what is her and what is him and what is decided upon another's conscious and accepted for her own lack of footing upon the shore. all she knows is that if she does not take a hand, give hers, she will be victim to it again — choke on the way down and be glad for it, likely, so far down as she has become the familiarity of that dark, lost depth might be an embrace rather than a crushing force. today is not the day for it, though. rogue will need her again. wants her still today, more than that. when they part, she will release that saving grace and simply wait for her to find it's way back to her. she believes one person is enough, this one will always find her way back. if she did not already know, it would bring to mind the question of sanity, the insanity of an act repeated.
it's routine. it's stable in a way betsy can't say she's had since then. it is good. it's like the old, cheaply hinged toilet seat creaking beneath her as she leans towards the edge of the tub to claim the bottle of conditioner at the far end. it's offered up and she doesn't much mind that the gesture wets her hand or the fabric around her wrist. in a sense, it is almost like sharing the entirety of the space. betsy doesn't have much the mind left to connect thought to words and so, for now, she will leave all in the dark, the past, and she brushes off rogue's inevitable existence as one among many with an only half-serious, ❝ one of you is all it takes to hog the shower. ❞ this, though, she will grant, for it is thoughtless, rooted in the heart, ❝ still, i don't suppose i would trade you for another. ❞
" wanna go for a ride? " it's an innocent enough question, even makes a point of motioning in the general direction of the barn, but their face still reddens the moment they finish. " horse, i mean. ride... a horse. faire de cheval. yeah. "
though she understood from the jump, betsy allows the question to linger between them — a brow quirked, if only the slightest amount, hints amusement rather than distaste. it's a fine suggestion, and if she has any genuine hesitance it is only for the passage of time. learned in her youth, her father, carried the skill forward unto her teens, a year spent away from home to recalibrate her behavior, and since, she has not ridden consistently. once in a blue moon, when the opportunity presents itself. but it is not a sore activity for her. fond, almost, those hunts and that herding, a sense of freedom in both though it took hindsight's 20/20 nature to have her realize the latter.
so then there is the curl of her lips, a negotiation that she does not mean so much as her tone lets on, ❝ i would be glad to — so long as you consent to having your memory wiped clear should time make a fool of me. ❞ she is no stranger to failure. does not think she has felt embarrassment in quite some time. but it doesn't hurt to jest at the things she has lost. if anything, it may serve as a connection to the other's moment of blundering invitation — they may all become sheepish confronted with their slip-ups. it happens. her french, however, is at no risk of suffering the same fate as all else; it is fresh enough in her mind, that pretender and his selves, that it is clean, and even were it not, the matter of picking a language from a mind is nothing, ❝ sommes-nous d'accord? ❞
nicknames: name is too short for all that 🙂↔️
zodiac: cancer sun pisces moon libra rising✌️
last movie seen: scream 3
last thing i googled: was looking up pull up bars on my break 2 defeat the demons in my back b4 they defeat me
favourite musician: avril lavigne and it's not even close but yeah yeah yeahs + metric have been heavy in my loop lately + shout out to vanessa carlton in general
other blogs: only other blog i even halfway touch these days is @lumikinetics 😎🤙
do i get asks: sure but i reckon i'm fine with or without them the rate i write even two would be enough to keep me stocked for years👍
following: i don't follow a lot of folks especially not first i'm nervous what if i get a bad grade on Blog when they review my work ✋
amount of sleep: enough🙂 but i just don't sleep well i'm up like every hour or two hours for like twenty minutes at a time like clockwork
lucky number: don't think i have one i'm allergic to math and by extension numbers </3
what i'm wearing: doing this b4 i settle in for bed pink cat robe i've had for like ten years
dream trip: mom wants to go to the valsugana valley in italy 🙂↕️
play any instruments: played the flute for eight years in school don't remember a single thing except #My❓Relationship
languages: just english wont even claim what high school spanish i remember it's so little
favourite songs: i'm going to be honest it's probably decode by paramore i've never once turned her off when she came on i've been going thru something since i was 10 apparently + aly & aj's cover of i need my girl has kind of been eating lately + remember december demi lovato is an all-timer + one of for my queen (#MyQueen) forgotten avril lavigne bangs at 100% volume
random fact: spotify told me the other day that my first song i listened to when i joined in 2012 was rumour has it / someone like you from glee i'm still recovering
describe yourself as an aesthetic: y'all ever seen an aluminum can crushed by a tire in a walmart parking lot but like clearly multiple times over ✌️
tagged by: @helraising (thank u sans im so late 2 it u know whats up)
tagging: whoever!! i'm almost certain i've seen just about everyone do this already so 👋
