What an absolutely crazy fucking thing to send to somebody absolutely unsolicited after said person (me) states that trans men do in fact experience specific gender based discrimination in healthcare that isn’t just misogyny. Trans men get turned away from so many pregnancy resources because we are trans men. Society is not comfortable with the idea of a pregnant man! THAT is specific gender based discrimination, not misogyny.
These people on ask man saying not defending the racist behaviour and doing exactly that by diverging the issue !! Argentina won Copa why's french colored player still on their mind huh and why are these racist apologists are here saying so and so have done so and so light years ago so we don't get to call out enzo's racist ass
I totally agree with you.
It's a common tactic to diverge the focus on something that happened years ago, so they won't have to deal with what is happening now.
The length people will go to defend that racist and transphobic song and the Argentina nt who sang it, truly disappoint me.
warnings: trasphobia, mention of trasphobic parents
fic under the cut cuz it’s long-ish. We’re back with the current story line tomorrow :D
Patton
Patton Picani had a gift of filling up each space he resided in with happiness and warmth. Whatever room he was in lit up like a christmas tree. There was just something about him that made everyone around him smile. Maybe it was his ridiculous tendency to always be optimistic. To have a smile on at all times.
But not today.
Janus found Patton curled up in their small, shared bedroom. His shoulders were shaking and the aspiring lawyer could hear weak sniffles. A sundress, with a vibrant sunflower pattern, a gift from Patton’s parents, was laid out neatly on the bed.
“What happened?” Janus asked. Neither of them mentioned how his voice cracked with concern.
There wasn’t a clear response, just a silent grunt that sounded a little like the word ‘mum’.
Janus crossed the small distance between the door and his boyfriend and sat down on bed next to him. The cheap cover they bought from the thrift store around the corner provided an unpleasant sensation under his fingers.
Patton sunk into his side immediately, handing him his phone.
He made sure to give Patton a side-hug. The fabric on his shoulder was becoming damp already. He paid it no mind as he started rubbing small circles on his boyfriend's arm while reading the message.
I hope we finally get to see how the dress fits.
Love Mom
Janus was slow to anger but this? This took the fucking cake.
“What a bitch ” He all but hissed. He could feel his skin crawling at the mere thought of how much distress she must be causing her son …
“It’s fine, Jan”
“This is not fucking fine in the slightes!” Oh how he wanted to shoot up and do… well something! But no, Patton needed him to be here, and he was more important than anything else right now. He let out a frustrated breath. Eyes narrowed, he looked at Patton. “You’re not going to wear it, are you?”
“I…” Was all Patton managed before breaking down again. His silent sniffles felt like needles stabbed right into Janus' heart. He needed to fix this, somehow.
They stayed like that until Patton’s shoulder stopped shaking and the only sound in the room was the old fan that kept them awake at night.
Patton took a deep breath, before he spoke up again.
“I don’t want to ruin what little there is left between us” There was nothing left there. Not after Patton's parents kicked him out 3 years ago. Both Patton and Janus knew this. Both pretend otherwise for Patton’s sake.
It was hard to watch. It was hard to watch how much faith Patton had in everyone. It was hard to watch him cry because the world has never been as kind as him. It was hard to watch him lose hope, lose passion, lose spark. It was hard to watch him crumble. And Janus could watch no more.
“You won’t be wearing it, unless you want to wear a dress.”
“But, she said, she wants to see it on me.” Janus smirked because his boyfriend was wrong. She never did. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything remotely nice to wear. I don’t think I could fit into any of your shirts.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“But….” Janus stood up, grinning. An idea slowly forming in his head.
“She’s dealing with two lawyers and soon enough she’s going to regret the text” He said waving the phone which earned him a confused expression from Patton.
“What are you-”
“Oh you’ll see.” Janus said, hanging the dress back into the closet.
Janus
The bedroom was a mess, the pile of clothing growing rapidly as Patton was empting the cabinet in a frenzy.
“No, no, no” he whispered as panic rose. He hoped to put the dress on before Janus came back so he could no longer talk him out of it, but the dress wasn't where his boyfriend put it last night. Granted, his eyes might have been puffy yesterday, but given how small their apartment was there really weren’t a lot of places where Janus could hide it.
Still, after emptying the closet of it’s last item and no sunflower dress in sight there was only one logical conclusion to be made.
Janus must have taken it with him.
“Well I’m certainly not looking forward to cleaning that.” Patton heard Janus say in a rather cheerful voice. “I don’t think it’s a good time for spring cleaning considering we need to leave in about 20 minutes.” Patton’s fists tightened in frustration as he stepped from behind the closet door.
“Janus, you hid the-”
His voice died in his throat as he saw his boyfriend wearing the item he had been looking for all morning.
“Hid what?” Janus asked all innocently.
“My dress!!!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say ‘hid’, considering it’s in plain view, isn’t it?” The smirk on his lips was irking Patton. ”Did you want to wear it?”
“NO! But that’s not the point.” Patton became desperate. “My mum said she wanted me too-”
“Technically no.” Janus interrupted, still far too pleased with himself for Patton liking. “All she said is that she wanted to see how the dress fits. And as you can see...” The blond did a little twirl for emphasis “...it fits me rather nicely.”
And Patton did have to agree, the dress did look nice on Janus. No focus. This isn’t the time to admire your boyfriend.
“I think yellow isn’t really your color. Blue on the other hand...” the lawyer grinned. “suits you better.” he said, lifting up a baby blue dress shirt that looked nicer than anything they had bought in months .
“Janus I can’t wear that!” They could buy so much food with what it must have cost.
“Oh don’t worry about the price.” Janus grinned. “Logan was kind enough to donate one of his shirts.” Logan? As in that terrifying Logan Kowalski who looked like he murdered puppies as a hobby?
“Janus!” The man in question handed Patton the fabric. He turned around, but stopped in the doorway.
“Oh and Patton” He wasn’t facing his boyfriend, but Patton could hear the smirk in the blonds voice. “If you still want to have the dress after the lunch all you have to do is ask~”
Patton's face went red at the implication.
“Janus!!!!” The man just laughed, closing the door behind him.
Well, that was certainly a thought that should not be occupying Patton’s mind during a lunch date with his Parents. But maybe this once, just this once, Patton should let himself do what he wanted and not what his parents expected him to.
Logan
Out of all the people Logan expected to be knocking on his apartment door on a Sunday morning Janus Dolos certainly wasn't one of them. And out of all the things Logan expected Janus Dolos to be wearing on a Sunday morning a summer dress with a bright yellow sunflower pattern certainly was at the bottom of the list.
"Janus?" The man looked up at him and suddenly Logan became very conscious over the fact that he was still wearing his navy blue pajamas and had not yet shaved.
"Good morning to you too, Logan.'" The man responded a little more cheerfully than usual. "May I come in?" His friend appeared to be full of surprises today.
Perhaps describing him as Logan's friend would not sum up their relationship perfectly. It wasn't that they were on bad terms. Neither were there on good terms. In all honesty it would be hard to describe their relationship in any terms considering there was nothing to describe. Not since Janus moved in with Patton. From that point on he appeared to have little time left for Logan. Their life-long friendship was put on hold.
"What's the occasion?" If Janus detected the bitterness in his voice he chose not to bring it up.
"I need a favor." Of course. The first time Janus decided to visit him in 132 days it would be for a favor.
Yet Logan had not yet closed the door on him. After all, striking a favor with Janus meant Logan would be getting something out of it.
"What do I get in return?" Janus narrowed his eyes, but his smirk persisted. Janus was one of the few people Logan could read perfectly. And he could tell that the blond was by no means mad, he wasn’t expecting a free hand out coming here. It was like their little game has never really been put on hold.
"What do you want?" He was testing the waters. After all it never was about the favors, was it? It was who could get a better deal.
"Depends on the favor." Janus laughed, melting away all sleepiness left in Logan with one simple sound.
"I need to borrow a dress shirt." Logan tried to not let all the romantic comedies he watched these past two months cloud his judgment. It certainly wasn’t his first choice in genre but his roommate insisted that Logan was a ‘disaster when it came to feelings’ and ‘desperately needed help of a professional’, which, granted, both were very true statements but even Logan knew they could have been phrased more politely.
"And you come to me because?"
"Because…"
"because who else could I come bother on a Sunday morning?" Janus raised his brow as if it were a perfectly valid explanation. And Logan reminded himself that Janus had a boyfriend. That he and Logan were friends. And asking your friend for help early in the morning should not be interpreted as a silent love confession, no matter what Roman’s romantic comedies had to say on that matter.
‘ Because you were the first person I thought of, L’
‘Because it’s the two of us against the world four-eyes’
‘Because I needed an excuse to meet up, like old times’
‘Because I trust you to keep a secret’
‘Because I know I can rely on you like on no one else’
‘just because…’
"Well, not that I don’t appreciate the visit but I fear my shirts would look more akin to a dress on you." As alluring as it sounded Logan decided not to give into the temptation of imagining such a scenario. It wasn’t in the realm of possibilities so it would be illogical to give into the thought. "unless you want to expand on your collection." Janus looked down on himself as if just now remembering his choice of outfit for the day.
"Ah. No this is actually Patton's" He said as if Logan was in on whatever plan Janus formed in his mind again. The taller man remembered faintly the mention of a lunch Janus was supposed to attend. "His mom said she wanted to see how the dress fits." Janus clarified and Logan couldn't suppress the chuckle.
"She never specified who the dress should fit, did she?" Janus' grin was all the answer Logan needed.
"She really should have chosen the wording better."
"Thankfully for Patton at least you have a sharp mind." It was as much a compliment as it was a jab at Patton’s intelligence. Janus has always been quick witted and brilliant. Patton? Patton was not. At least not according to Logan.
"Oh he's not gonna be pleased when he finds the dress gone." Janus chuckled. "But he'll definitely appreciate the chance to wear pants."
"So the dress shirt," Logan concluded "is for Patton?"
"Well aren't you quite sharp yourself, Mr. Kowalski." Janus said with a smile as he slipped into the apartment under Logan's arm. Good thing the tall man always kept his side of the apartment clean. He only wished he could say the same for his roommate. Thankfully, Janus seemed indifferent to the mess and chose to look at Logan with a cheeky smile instead.
"Lead the way." he said as if he didn't just invite himself in. So lead the way Logan did. As soon as they entered his room Janus sat himself on the bed deep enough to make his feet dangle slightly above the floor. Logan started rummaging through his drawer, trying to give himself a distraction. It was silent for a while before Janus suddenly spoke up.
"Darn it, your cover is so soft." Logan risked a glance behind him, the smaller man was spread across the mattress, buried in the fuzzy blanket Logan got from Roman after the jock accidentally spilled beer on his old one.
"I think everything must feel soft after sleeping under what the thrift store has to offer." Logan had visited them once after they settled in and he swore half the things they bought still had bed-bugs in them. He only hopes they managed to get rid of them in the meantime.
"Well it's not like we can afford much else." The reply was icy sharp, making Logan flinch slightly. He forgot that since Janus moved in with Patton their little apartment was consuming all their finances so money tended to be a sore spot for him as of late. Seeing no point in continuing the conversation, he turned back to the closet, when something occurred to him.
"How are you going to know which shirt is going to fit Patton?" Gifting the man one shirt, for Janus sake, was fine but he wasn't exactly looking forward to emptying half his closet for this.
"I measured out 3 of his t-shirts today while he was asleep so I know roughly what we're looking for." Ah! Clever! Just as he’d expect from his old friend.
Logan took out a few different sizes of shirts he no longer wore or those he never had the chance to put on. His grandma always sent him clothing. They were always nice and Logan really appreciated the gesture but given the fact she hasn't seen him in 6 years they seldom fit.
Things usually didn't hold much sentimental value for him, but it was different when it came to the woman. He couldn't bring himself to give them away or tell her they didn’t fit. They felt more like reminiscences of childhood than clothing. She’d be happy to see him giving it to someone who needed it. And she would scold him for not telling her earlier that she had his measurements wrong. He smiled to himself thinking of her as he smoothed out the fabric.
He laid the shirts out on the bed, next to Janus, who appeared to still be enjoying the comfort that the soft cover provided.
"Janus."
"Hmmmm. One second" the smaller man made no attempt to move. So Logan laid down next to him, careful not to wrinkle the clothes he just laid out.
It was nice.
Calm.
He remembered when they were eight and Janus convinced Logan’s parents to let him stay for a sleepover for the first time. How excited they both were. They could both fit in a single bed back then. Talk the night away.
Janus opened one eye to look at the taller man.
"Your bed is really comfortable. I think I should move in here" it took all of Logan's willpower not to respond 'I'd like that' because at the end of the day Janus Dolos seldom meant the words he said and they certainly never meant what Logan wanted them to.
“I think Patton wouldn’t approve of me stealing his boyfriend.”
“Who said anything about stealing?” Janus rolled onto his side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ll take him with me. You can sleep on the couch.”
“And why would I agree to it?” Logan asked, turning his body to face Janus.
“Because you love me.”
No.
No.
He couldn’t know?
Could he?
There was still that glint in his eyes, but nothing more. He still hadn’t noticed. Logan felt both relief, disappointment and bitterness fill him all at once.
Logan was bad at reading people, while Janus prided himself in this skill.
Yet here they were, Logan, a closed book to his friend all the while reading him easily. Janus was all Logic and Patterns after all. Logan liked that. And he liked Janus.
“Not that much.” Logan Kowalski never lied. Except if it came to Janus Dolos, who made it far too easy to bend the truth.
Janus rolled back and spread his arms out again.
“Worth a shot.” his eyes were closed again, his smile content. And for a little while it was just the two of them. Like they never really stopped being eight. And he decided to savour every moment like this he got, because with how things were going, this truly might be the last one.
“You’re staring at me.” Were the words that brought him out of his thoughts. Janus was looking back at him sleepily. Logan smiled.
“I’m simply wondering when you’ll remember about the shirts.” Janus shot up from the bed.
“Shit the shirts. What time is it?”
“Half past eight” Janus’ shoulders relaxed slightly. So he wasn’t running late. Good. Maybe he could stay a little longer.
“Curse you for seducing me with your warm bed.” And Logan watched far too much romance as of late not to see another meaning in the sentence.
“Make sure to phrase it that way when Patton asks you why you’re running late.” He could see the gears slowly turning in Janus' head and the next thing he knew was his own pillow hitting him square in the face.
“Since when do you make jokes like that ?”
“Since my Roman introduced me to, and I quote ‘the absolute fucking genious that are romcoms’” Janus laughed and it made Logan smile. He really missed the sound.
They made quick work of measuring the shirts Logan had laid out and they managed to find a baby blue one that should fit Patton.
“Blue and yellow should fit well together.”
“You’re right.” Janus grinned. “It should fit his eyes nicely too.”
“I’m sure it will.”
“Thank you, Logan.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You still owe me a favor.” Janus looked at him, his eyes narrowing again. “I need you to convince my roommate to watch star trek for the next movie marathon.”
“What?”
“Or at least a murder mystery. I don’t think I can handle another romantic comedy.” And Logan must have looked desperate because Janus laughed. “You can come over with Patton and then we’ll have the majority of votes.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Janus smilled. “Though I must say your negotiation skills are getting rusty.”
“You didn’t try to bargain it down either.”
“Touche” He said, picking the shirt up. ”I guess I missed you too.” He smiled at Logan. “Maybe more than I’d like to admit.”
And for the first time in months Logan could not decipher what Janus meant, he strayed away from the pattern. An awkward laugh followed.
“Well I should probably get going, wouldn’t want to keep Patton waiting” The blond said as he squeezed the shirt to his chest. “Text me when you want to have a movie night.”
“I will.”
And with that Janus was gone leaving Logan with nothing but a promise to visit him again.
I’m still irked by transmeds saying “our trans caricatures are making fun of those that are nondysphoric trans!! Why are you bothered if you aren’t targeted??”
I’m still bothered because trans caricatures:
are transphobic
dehumanizing and degrading, especially of nondysphoric trans people simply trying to live their best lives
dysphoria inducing
very creepy and fetishistic (especially considering that transmeds are attacking young kids)
misogynistic (because transmeds think that presenting “female” is bad)
over-exaggerated features, that some trans people are dysphoric about, but, y’know, transmeds don’t care about your dysphoria
the implication that if you claim to be a trans person, but you look like the caricatures, then you are a Trender
the implication that if you are trans, you must break your back to present as the gender you are (eg, trans man wears masculine clothes), lest you aren't trans
ableist because transmeds often insist that transmasc/nonbinary people must bind, although many trans people can’t bind for medical reasons (scoliosis, asthma, etc)
incredibly fatphobic because transmeds often paint fat and plus-sized people in a very filthy and dehumanizing manner.
Body shaming in general because transmeds also depict people caricatures with wide hips and a big bust (some aspects that many trans people can’t control or are fine with).
Transmisogynistic (in reference to that one “trans girl trender” drawing), because these caricatures enforce the standard that a trans girl/woman has to be hyperfeminine in order to be acknowledged as their gender.
are representing a very constricting set of standards upon trans people, basically forcing trans people to conform, or else they aren't trans
There’s probably more, but transmeds fail to understand that, even dysphoric people are affected by this. But transmeds don’t care, so long as they get to hurt people.
shes transphobic, antisemetic, and ableist as fuck
tw for transphobia, antisemitism, and ableism ofc
extra tw for gendered slurs from both sides (keep in mind both sides are afab)
and quick note this is a reeeeally long transcript click at your own risk
dappermusician: tell me do you get this pissy even black people say they hate white people too or are you just a transphobe
twistedrainbows8908: Do you always get pissed this easily and act like I don’t know how to at least understand other’s problems? Are you just a cisphobe who, even though they said they hate all cis people, cisphobia isn’t real in the slightest? A phobia doesn’t have to be large to exist. If you want to see proof of cisphobia, just log onnto tumblr, look at some extremist blogs. Maybe even your own!!!
dappermusician: ADVSRHSRHVT OH MY GOD
and “bitchyass posts” oh my goddddd the last thing you’re allowed to call me is a bitch when you just tried to guilt trip me
i haven’t received a single message from you since October so don’t be a cunt
twistedrainbows8908: You deserve to feel guilty for calling me transphobic and then being cisphobic and hating millions, billions, of people you haven’t meant.
dappermusician: anyway i’m allowed to hate people who want me dead
or is that not allowed?
i can’t even fucking pee in peace
twistedrainbows8908: I don’t message people if they don’t message me back. I think the conversations over and don’t bother to answer.
dappermusician: I’ve literally had my life threatened because im not cis
regularly
twistedrainbows8908: Then hate rhose people specifically. Not fucking everyone.
dappermusician: again are you this pissy to black people who say they hate whites or are you just a transphobe
twistedrainbows8908: You wanna meet some cis people who don’t give a shit? You can meet literally everyone I know!! And i know a lotta people.
dappermusician: are you this pissy to gay people who say they hate straights?
all cis people are inherently transphobic
there’s no way around it
twistedrainbows8908: Do I really seem like a transphobe to you? Could you not think of something new to call me?
dappermusician: yes
you do
you seem like a huge fucking transphobe right now
dappermusician: systematic cis oppression does not fucking exist
whether you believe it to or not
twistedrainbows8908: Oh, babe, you stupid piece of shit. That’s like saying white people inherintly hate other races. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. I’m so happy I’m not as closeminded as you.
dappermusician: w hat
where did i sy white people hate other races
twistedrainbows8908: I’m so, so happy I obviously have a better working brain, so I can undersand hypocrites.
dappermusician: W O W THE ABLEISM
THANKS FOR BEING A FUCKING ABLEIST DICKI CANT BELIEVE I EVER THOUGHT I COULD BE FRIENDS WITH YOU
twistedrainbows8908: “Black people hating all white people”, “Gays hating all straight people.”
dappermusician: AS A CIS PERSON
YOU HAVE
NO SAY
twistedrainbows8908: Well you destroyed that friendship a long time ago
dappermusician: fucking good im glad
twistedrainbows8908: And you have no right to act like an asshole and say tou hate an entire group of people.
dappermusician: youre a horrible person
twistedrainbows8908: I’m reporting you.
dappermusician: fucking do it i dare you
and by the way
dappermusician: comparing trans people to hitler?
bad choice
fucking antisemetic and transphobic as fuck
youre a huge ass antisemetic transphobic piece of shit and im so glad that we stopped talking
(viewable here in case she deletes the post)
twistedrainbows8908: He believed he was doing good, he was a huge piece of shit. And I didn’t say trans people specifically, honey. I said that one person I was talking to.
dappermusician: not to mention ableist
oh my god
oh my fucking god
anyway
down with fucking cis you huge transphobe
twistedrainbows8908: Have fun never suceeding because of tour hatred for others
dappermusician: 🚌🚃WHAT’S THAT 👀👀👀 HERE 👏COMES 👏THE 🌈⭐DOWN WITH CIS BUS!!! 🌈⭐ ❌RUNNING OVER❌ ALL THE 😷😷😷😷TRANSPHOBES😷😷😷😷
cant hear you over your transphobia hun here comes the bes
🚌🚃WHAT’S THAT 👀👀👀 HERE 👏COMES 👏THE 🌈⭐DOWN WITH CIS BUS!!! 🌈⭐ ❌RUNNING OVER❌ ALL THE 😷😷😷😷TRANSPHOBES😷😷😷😷
twistedrainbows8908: Not all cis people are transphobes
dappermusician: but you are
twistedrainbows8908: Maybe is feel bad if you cane up with something new
dappermusician: and all cis people benefit from transphobia
twistedrainbows8908: Keep lyingbto yourself
Nah
dappermusician: oh my fucking god
🚌🚃WHAT’S THAT 👀👀👀 HERE 👏COMES 👏THE 🌈⭐DOWN WITH CIS BUS!!! 🌈⭐ ❌RUNNING OVER❌ ALL THE 😷😷😷😷TRANSPHOBES😷😷😷😷(x11 with “BEEP BEEP HERE IT COMES” thrown in the mix somewhere)
twistedrainbows8908: So creative
dappermusician: Cisphobia is real. Here’s a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was there. Basically, we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about something meaningless. I think it had to do with a movie. Then this bus screeches up, stops next to us, and a bunch of people with “Down with Cis” shirts climbed out and started beating him up. I was punched and kicked a bit too, but I managed to avoid brutalization by going for their faces. After figuring out what’s happening, I started attacking them back, getting them off of him. He was quite injured but I called 911 and he made a full recovery at the hospital. I was fine, with only a cut on my arm that they patched up.
twistedrainbows8908: Wow, the same thing, but written as a bad fanfic!! YOUNRELLY DO HAVE A MIND OF YOUR OWN, DONTCHA BITCH
dappermusician: oh my god its literally a copypasta oh my fucking god
im not dealing with your ableism
because it just keeps on coming
twistedrainbows8908: Such a stupid teenager
dappermusician: bc you know what
woooooooow
more ableism
twistedrainbows8908: What? Fuck cis people, im better than you blah blah blah?
dappermusician: keep it coming i need the receipts
twistedrainbows8908: So desperate for blood
dappermusician: oh my god
twistedrainbows8908: Violence doesnt work, hon
dappermusician: copypastas arent violence oh my god
dappermusician: its a fucking meme
twistedrainbows8908: A bad one
dappermusician: let me guess youll say the 10000 degree knife or whatever would be violence too
twistedrainbows8908: No, that ones just less shit
dappermusician: also remember that “bad fanfiction”?
that was written by a cis person to demonize trans people
oh my god
twistedrainbows8908: Why the fuck you say its ameme then
dappermusician: 🚌🚃WHAT’S THAT 👀👀👀 HERE 👏COMES 👏THE 🌈⭐DOWN WITH CIS BUS!!! 🌈⭐ ❌RUNNING OVER❌ ALL THE 😷😷😷😷TRANSPHOBES😷😷😷😷
thats the fucking meme
dappermusician: to make light of the god damn shitty ass cis sob story
twistedrainbows8908: Shushhhh, before you make everyone else even dumber
dappermusician: oooh your ableism is showing again
do you even know what ableism is
because youre ableist as fuck
twistedrainbows8908: Well you certainly dont know
dappermusician: i certainly do know
seeing as im mentally ill and seeing a therapist
twistedrainbows8908: …you realize I am as well, right? That doesnt make you special
dappermusician: no i know it doesnt but it doesnt stop you from being fucking ableist
dappermusician: youre an ableist transphobic shit
twistedrainbows8908: Oh my god
dappermusician: really opens your mind doesnt it
twistedrainbows8908: Nah
It already was, unlike yours is
dappermusician: oh my fucking god
anyways next time a trans person tells you youre being transphobic, maybe give what youre saying a second thought
twistedrainbows8908: Ye
dappermusician: im outtie
twistedrainbows8908: Or acceot they’re dumb as fuck
