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You can't imagine how random my thoughts are. I just had an idea. Don't know how good it is. But like. Here.

•JSchlatt had enough of just staying in his "hell-prison", also known as his own gym. He usually didn't care about others opinion about him but the multiple betrayal by those he trusted and in a sick way loved, in combination with alcohol and paranoia took the best of him.

•They wanted a villain. Someone, who they could blame for everything. Well. He could give them that. He isn't the only one, who was betrayed and left behind.

•He visited a place, that looked abandoned for a long time...this train station. The same he would visit, when this son of a raven, Wilbur...was still here. Now he isnt.

•But someone else is. A figure, looking totally faded, sitting at the wall...there were a lot of lines....blue lines...seems like this person, who looked like...like who? He definitely seemed familiar and those lines were definitely his way of counting the days. Well...years...

•The ghost in a faded sweater, that used to be yellow, sobbed without an end to it. Around him were a lot of dark blue puddles. You couldn't see your reflection in it and it seemed more like endless voids of sorrow.

•The ram-hybrid smirked a little, this surely is material with which he could work. He got slowly closer, the other Ghost didn't even noticed, probably used to have nobody around....or his sobbing was just too loud.

•Schlatt kneeled in front of him, with a fake-gentle smile on his lips as he said "They did you dirty, didn't they?", it was said with such passion and care. He didn't forget how to act.

•At that point Ghost....bur...yes, this was the name. Ghostbur finally looked at him, shocked, shivering...neverending, deep blue tears escaping his dead eyes. This voice....he knew this voice...he only needs to remember. His hair was a mess. Only thing that isn't faded are this neverending tears and the deep wound on his chest.

•The older ghost feeled the urge to cry too...not because of pity, sympathy or act...he didn't know why...is this some kind of effect from the bland copy of his former rival?...

• "What they did...it was definitely unfair, kid...don't you want to go back? I know how we can...and I know, who we can take with us...they will regret their betrayal" The ghost of a former tyrant said and was pleased, when his opponent answered with a smile, with tears that will never stop again. "That seems...intriguing...Glatt."

Just a silly thought that came to my mind. Like, it seems that both, Ghostbur and Glatt, forget everything bad. Everything bad is also something that hurts them, right? And even if you remind them of that bad thing, at least in Ghostburs case, they will forget it again.

And like...I just imagine them forgetting that the rain/sun hurts them. Which is why Ghostbur continued to go out in the rain, even though it hurts him, so that Phil has to remind him that he melts.

It's just kind of funny to imagine Glatt forgetting why he stays in his gym, when there is day. He tries to go outside only to be reminded that the sun burns him alive.

I know that this isn't canon. But it would be funny, when, right after Glatt told Quackity that he can't go outside because of the sun.....he straight up goes outside because he forgot why he can't go outside.

It's silly and unrealistic, but it made me smile to think about it...and then to think about the ways how the ones surrounding the ghosts, would have to take care of them. Just Quackity coming the next day with an umbrella and a sign, to put in front of the exit. So Glatt would have a reminder that "The sun fucking burns you. Stay inside or use the umbrella"

Quackity: Glatt was getting on my nerves today, so I told him I can't wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Fundy: But...I don't remember anything special for you two tomorrow...

Quackity: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as the panic takes over.

You know, since Glatt at first stated that "he doesn't want to come back". (Even though it wasn't canon most likely)

I still want JSchlatt to come back and be like "God wanted me dead...and I will make you all realise why" or "I wanted to stay dead...you didn't let me and now I will make this everyone else's problem".

Revivebur: You took everything from me!

Glatt: I don't even know who you are.

...

Glatt: No, really. I don't fucking know you, who are you and what are you even doing in my fucking gym?!

TW: Alcohol consumption, gambling.

It seemed like this game lasted forever. Quackity gazed over his own cards again and the few that were open on the table. He had a jack of hearts, Jack of spades, a seven of hearts, A of spades and a two of diamonds. It's far from being the worst outcome. Especially considering the fact what cards are open in the middle. There was a Jack of diamonds. This card was opened first and if the duck hybrid is lucky....very lucky...and the next, and also last, card to be open will be a Jack of clover....then he will have a "Four of a kind", the only way for Glatt to have a better combination is only if he gets a "straight flush" or "Royal flush". Considering the frowning on the ghosts face....he clearly didn't have any of those variants. Quackity really wanted to smirk. He wants to rub this game into his ex-husbands face so badly....but he has to wait. Slime turns the last card from the deck. He is the one who does it, even if he leaves so much slime on the cards....but that's the safest way to guarantee that neither of them would cheat. Seems like lady luck is on the duck hybrids side. The missing Jack. Even though this is the end of the game either way, Quackity still knocks on the table three times, Glatt repeats that gesture. Not opening his cards yet.

-Mm...that was a fine game "pumpkin spice", so sorry for your loss- Quackity finally says with a proud smirk and reveals his cards.

-Four of a kind. Seems like you will finally know how it feels to be the one, who receives orders.- Glatt looked almost disinterested, which started to piss the owner of the casino off. Then the ghost laughed quietly.

-Those are really nice cards, sugar....but I think you are too fast with your judgement....- Quackitys smirk was washed away in the same second...and Glatt revealed his cards. He had the King of clover, Queen of clover, A of clover, a six of spades....and a ten of clover. Combined with the one Jack of clover that was opened on the table, he has a royal flush.

-....You cheated!- was the first accusation that left the young hybrids lips.

-How would I do that, duckling? All your cards have a specific sign on it. I couldn't get a deck before I got here. I didn't mix the cards and didn't even hold them. All was done by your slime boy here. I just got very lucky....pumpkin.- the ram hybrid explained in a calm voice, when a smirk formed on his face. He looked at Slimecicle, leaving the cards on the table.

-Hey slime boy. Bring me some whiskey, will ya?- Quackity still looked at the cards with disbelief, as if its only their fault that he lost this bet.

-Aren't you gonna disappear?- he clearly didn't want the ghost to stay for even longer.

-Mm...you are pretty rude to your customer, pumpkin. Let's play again.-

-What? You already got your fucking win.-

-Well, why can't we play without a clear bet? Or...if you insist....hm....how about....playing on a kiss?- considering the way the ram hybrids ears twitched, Quackity assumed that this was a bad idea...what could be a worse idea than to play poker with your ex...on a kiss? playing with the bet, that you will revive him if you lose. That's worse. So the worst is already done. When Slime came with the filled glass, Quackity was actually the one who took it and drank half of it, before giving it to Glatt. The young hybrid dried his lips with his sleeve and gave Slime the cards.

-Mix them. We play another round.-

Time passed and this round actually ended way quicker than the last one...maybe it's because the prize for loosing was not that big anymore. But even with that....Glatt won again. But they were pretty close this time.

-Do I get my prize?- a slight, dark chuckle escaped the ghost and Quackity rolled his eyes. He stood up and walked to the ghost.

-Make it quick.- he closes his eyes. That way this will be over faster. It was strange....because he didn't feel anything on his lips, just on his cheek, that was harmed by the massive scar. It was cold. More like...when someone placed an ice cube to your face. The duck hybrid took a step back, opening his eyes.

-....I thought...-

-That I am going to kiss ya on the lips? You wanna?- again that cursed smirk.

-....No. Just....was taken aback.- Quackity looked at the clock, it was pretty late.

-Another round?- This time, Glatt was the one who began to mix the cards.

-....Sure.-

***

Time passed. As much as quite a few drinks....too many for Quackity. That's for sure. He was an avian, had not very strong bones....and was a total lightweight. Glatt had to help him get to his room, accompanied by Slime, who showed him where to go, not really understanding what is wrong with Quackity, but being sure that he will explain it to him when time comes. The older hybrid tried to lie the younger down on the bed, Quackity giggled, tried to grab his tie or horns and was not so easy to handle.

-Okay....now sleep, pumpkin....-

-Mm.....come here- the young man giggled again. This was a very seductive offer.....but Glatt knew for sure, his "ex" wouldn't appreciate it in the morning. But he couldn't tell him that, not when Quackity tries to make some room for him and already undresses himself with shaking hands.

-....Let me just take a smoke and I will be back.-

-Promise~? Promise very very much?- the ghost only nodded and left the room. The duck hybrid will surely fall asleep and forget this part of the night like a nightmare. And till that....Glatt could just continue to empty the stacks of alcohol.

At least he thought that he could....not even an hour later he got a message on his communicator and then another one....and another...."Shlaaatt", "sghjlatt!", "Com her", "u promis!", "Am coooold" before his poor gadget exploded from all the messages, Glatt left out a sigh and got back to the room.

-Pumpkin. Why aren't ya sleeping?- Quackity threw away his communicator and petted the place besides himself, chuckling. The ram hybrid smiled slightly and took off just the shoes, lying himself down on the bed and letting his ex-fiance snuggle to his side. He will stay fully dressed...its still an awkward situation but better than it could be.

***

Quackitys morning was....difficult....he had terrible nausea, a headache and he had the feeling that he would rather die than stand up. When he saw that Glatt entered the room with a glass of water and a pill....and also acknowledged that he himself was almost nacked, he wanted to throw up.

-...Don't tell me that...- Glatt looked at him for a moment, before placing the glass and pill in his hands.

-You really think that low of me?- his voice didn't have any amusement in it and even sounded slightly offended.

-...Well...considering everything that happened....- the young hybrid took the pill, making sure that...it is indeed only something against headaches. The ghost didn't say anything but made his way to the door.

-Wait....ahem...."Glatt".- the ram hybrid stopped before looking back at his former lover.

-.......Thank you.- this sounded forced but still honest.

-Everything for you, pumpkin...-

That's just a shitpost:

Fundy: Are you sure that you can handle Sch....I mean Glatt?

Quackity: I did when he was alive and we were married, so I will definitely handle him now....Glatt, didn't you already empty three bottles?

Glatt, shamelessly drinking: Nope, definitely not, pumpkin.

Quackity: We had a fucking deal, Glatt! drop the fucking bottle!

Glatt: Don't tell me what to do!

Quackity: Okay, you know what? YOU’RE IN TIME OUT. GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE. GET UP THERE.

Glatt, climbing up the fridge: THIS COUNTRY IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. 

Quackity, looking back at Fundy: See? I can handle him.

Fundy, looking in disbelief: .....Yes....this seems totally normal....

The door was closed behind Quackity, he was breathing heavily and a little bit shivering. He was pretty much annoyed, what does Wilbur even think of himself? who does he think he is, just coming like this and behaving like it's his land? The duck hybrid didn't have enough time to properly be angry at the revived son of a fridge. The light in his house flickered, he chuckled a little.

-Schlatt, you learned something new? And, when are you going to...I don't know, make everything in the room levitate?- even though the young hybrid seemed amused, this ended pretty quickly when a vase was crashed against the wall, flying by his face.

-What the fuck!? What is your fucking problem!-

-Try and guess, Quackity! You have a brain!-

of course Schlatts answer remained unheard when he walked around the room, pushing chairs and everything that can break.

-Fuck, okay, what is it?! I....if it is because of Sapnap and Karl then you know what? I have the right to move on! b...but even so, they aren't really around, are they!?- if only Quackity could see the amount of disbelief and rage in his ex-fiances eyes when he made a shelf fall and almost hit the duck hybrid.

-You think I am jealous!? I am fucking dead, you can fuck whoever you want! But what where you thinking when you met up with Wilbur fucking Soot!?-

Even if Q couldn't see him, the ram hybrid still decided to be as close to his face as he can.

-stop throwing a tantrum like a fucking child! Talk to me!-

-Oh, well, I am trying, smartass! But I wanted you to fucking pay attention right away!-

Schlatt then disappeared, appearing at one of the wardrobes, taking the first object that could be used for communication. It turned out that he couldn't hold something in his hand for too long, which is why the option of just writing everything down was more troubling. This is why they still used Morse code. A coin was perfect for that and Q was ready to write down the letters....even though he was annoyed and pissed with his ghost husband. As if it's that hard to just proper communicat with Q in the first place.

D O N T T R U S T W I L B U R

-So....you are throwing a tantrum because you are worried? How cute.- there was clear sarcasm in those words.

-This is clearly not a reason to fucking destroy my home. You really think I trust him?- the slow tapping with the coin continued.

H E S T I L L C A N M A N I P U L A T E U

Quackity let out a tired sigh. Even if he wanted to continue to he mad, he couldn't deny that it was a little bit comforting to know that someone cares about you.

-Schlatt. I can take care of myself. You know that I can. He oversteps and then he can go back to the hell he crawled out of.- there was a moment of silence there. Schlatt needed some time to calm down. This...ghost state clearly made him even less stable then he was before.

W A T C H Y O U R B A C K P U M P K I N

-...I will...don't worry.-

***

Wanted to write something short...so...yeah...the continuation of the AU, where Schlatt/Glatt is invisible and can't be heard by anyone. I thought to call it something like "Still feel your presence AU" but I don't know...is it too long?

Okay...guys, consider this idea. Like...if Glatt and Schlatt are literally different persons (or different versions of the same person) like Wilbur and Ghostbur...we can assume that they view things differently. And like...imagine that Schlatt really doesn't want to go back to the server. He is okay with his eternal tournament in the Limbo and he doesn't think that the server is a place where he can go back. In the sense that he believes that nobody there would even want him back. He was surrounded by traitors and enemies at the end of his third life. And then there is Glatt, who is all about "Well, gonna cause some troubles lmao". He doesn't remember the bad stuff that happened, he doesn't remember all the paranoia, the fear, the anger and the lost trust in everyone that followed Schlatt at the end. All he remembers are the good times, his lovely husband, who is acting strange and different, Tubbo and Fundy, not remembering that they were spies and traitors. He wants to come back because he thinks that he has a reason to come back.

Mood: Wanna see more works that would involve Grandpa Schlatt/Glatt. You know...the whole "taking care of Michael"? Might write some headcanons regarding that idea. Because I can. Who will stop me?

Glatt: My sugar pumpkin is now playing hard to get. Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Fundy, slightly worried: ...He...he said that he will forcefully drag you out in the sunlight if you try to kiss him again....

Glatt: He said that in his playful tone.

Can we speak about Glatt? Please.

I mean...he could be so, so developed and interesting if we would get the chance to see him more!

Just look at "Haunted Mansion" episode. We see that Glatt can become invisible (and probably go through walls), he is invincible, can catch other people (he did it with a fishing rod but I like to imagine that he catches people with chains) and he is a landlord! Like...common! He seems pretty powerful!

Plus! Friendship with Ghostbur. I really want them to be ghostbuddies! This is something that I said in a lovely discord group but...them being ghost buddies offers so many wonderful opportunities! Like...angst and fluff.

For the angst part; even if Glatt saw the death sentence on the communicator, it's very likely that he just forgot and therefore just continues to wait for the other ghost to return. Trying to write everything down that he remembers about him because he doesn't want to forget him.

But also the fluff, where Glatt would try to teach Ghostbur to go through walls. Where they would both help each other to remember some important things or where they help each other. (One cute moment that I thought about would be that Ghostbur would hold an dark umbrella over Glatts head, so the ram-hybrid could search for Michael, who left the cave to get something. And Glatt would in return hold an umbrella during rain, because Ghostbur just wanted to get out and look around or search for friend)

I am not satisfied with the result but....this was done on my phone and not on my PC, so, maybe I will work on it later and do it better...This is about the AU where Schlatt is invisible for everyone.

Let us dance one more time

The day was strange. Not that any other day wasn't on a server that is rotting from the very core. Today was just especially weird. Not because of a tornado, thousand of withers, a real enderdragon in the overworld but...calmness.

Quackity woke up to absolute nothingness. His invisible husband didn't wake him up by falling on the bed, making Qs body "jump" slightly. There wasn't also the action of Schlatt putting the beanie on the duck hybrids head because someone is getting near his house and could potentially see him without it.

Quackity slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright light and looking around, yawning.

-...Schlatt? Are you planning to scare me?- no visible answer was given and Quackity swallowed, starting to breath less calmly, firmly gripping his own blanket. Throwing it off himself in the next moment. The young hybrid slowly got down from the bed, trying to get himself ready as fast as possible. Putting the beanie on, it was crooked because of how he hurried. His hair was a mess, as was his clothing, wrinkled and Quackity didn't bother to smoothen it out, like he always would before. He didn't imagine Schlatts present, he always was here when he woke up, maybe something happened...he is a ghost but something could happen, right? The duck hybrid couldn't remember when he was that worried the last time, especially about Schlatt. He wanted to grab his communicator from the drawer, next to the bed, maybe there were missed news about some drastic event that he missed and this is why the ghost isn't around. Either way, as he wanted to grab it, he saw a note next to the communicator. "Happy marriage anniversary. Come to the kitchen" This was....unexpected. Quackity actually didn't remember that today is...that date. He also didn't think that Schlatt would like to do anything on that day, considering how they "broke up" but maybe the ghost threw a tantrum in the kitchen and Quackity will arrive there, only to see full chaos and some poisonous drinks.

The duck hybrid took a deep breath, he needed to remind himself that Schlatt didn't do anything to harm him. He never did, even during the more troubling times, the ram hybrid never physically harmed him, he yelled, yes but it was far from being as horrible as everyone seems to think. The owner of Las Nevadas tried to calm himself down, grabbing the communicator and making his way to the kitchen, hesistand steps echoing through the room.

It was dark in the kitchen but as soon as he entered, candles were lit on the table, where a breakfast was already prepared.

-Am I dreaming or are you having a good mood today?- some bells rang. Some time ago, Quackity got them, so Schlatt could make him aware of his mood or answer simple "yes" and "no" questions. Considering how lightly the rang was....it was a clear yes, Q even swore that he sensed some amusement or excitement.

-You know that you still dont eat, right? But....thank you. For the breakfast and...all- the duck hybrid wanted to take a seat but before he could do it, a shiver was going down his spine, something touched his back, the place where his wings were growing. He turned around on his heels and saw nothing...almost nothing....a smirk appeared on his face.

-Eh...gloves? Where did you even--- he stopped midsentence when he touched the fabric. It was cold but...firm...as if there was something more, as if he could feel the very flesh of another person. It was difficult to explain what the duck hybrid was feeling, his eyes seemed to burn, his throat felt dry and he couldn't force a single word out of his mouth, while gently stroking the thin fabric with his fingertips. They feel as strong and soft as they were before. This are the same hand that used to groom his wings, caress his skin whenever they were alone...hold his hand to put on the golden ring with the diamond.

It seemed like Schlatt took some steps back, since the hand got farther away, only that action brought Quackity back to the real world, only to see how one of the hands, illuminated by the glove, reached out for him, turned with the palm. The duck hybrid didn't understand right away what was expected by the ghost.

Not a single question left the younger hybrids lips, he slowly placed his hand on the ghosts palm, feeling how he closed his fingers on the back of his hand, softly and caring, placing the other hand on his waist, pulling him closer to the body that remained unseen and Quackity just followed. This was even ironic, even after death....he is ready to follow Schlatts lead.

-this has one advantage, pumpkin...you will never be able to step on my feet, like you used to do before-

The ghost whispered, knowing that independently from how far or near he is...Quackity will not be able to hear him but that's okay. Quackity lived unheard during the biggest part of their marriage so...Schlatt is ready to handle that if it means that he can see the weak, shy smile on his fiances face and the passion, combined with admiration in his eyes. Because this is something that he caused. And he will try to do it again and again because he gave a promise, the one promise that he will never break "Till death do us part"....and it was obvious that even death couldn't keep their love buried in the depths of the nether....

You know what?

Glatt and Ghostbur are ghost-buddies. Say what you want, I dont take criticism.

Why did Glatt want Q to revive Schlatt? Because Glatt wanted to get back in Limbo to see his buddy.

Ghostbur would be very supportive towards Glatt. Especially when the ram ghost would try to be more open about his feelings or do something new in his gym. Because Ghostbur sees it all as progress and sees Glatt for...just being Glatt and not for "the ghost-version of Schlatt".

I also want to imagine that Ghostbur and Fundy are one of the only people who respect the other ghost and really call him Glatt. Others continue to use the name "Schlatt", even if the ghost corrects them again and again.

Okay, this is a sketch idea because I am not motivated enough for a whole scene or fic.

But...just imagine that after all the ignoring, avoiding...and all the fights that would happen between Q and Glatt, the ghost forgets him. The memories can only be good but those good memories confuse him. Like...why does a person, who he remembers to love and who loved him back...continue to avoid and ignore him? And after another fight, the best solution for this dilemma seems to be...the erasure of all memories that have to do something with Quackity.

The next time when the duck hybrid is finally calmed down after their last fight, he comes back to the gym to be met with confusion.

"What are you doing in my gym?!"

This question comes first, what only makes Quackity roll his eyes.

"Very funny, Glatt."

"...I don't think that we...met before...why do you know my name?"

And this is when the realization strikes. This isnt a joke.

Very small HC since I wrote the first of my final exams today.

Glatt is way more open with his feelings. He can admit if he is lonely, feelings sad or happy. This is why he also doesnt hide his intentions and shows affection willingly.

Sometimes just unexpectedly hugging or kissing Quackity. Which the duck hybrid didnt appreciate at the beginning, since it was just way too random...but after a while, Glatt became more slow with those gestures. At one point just turning on some quiet music in the kitchen, waiting till Quackity would turn around and reaching out with his hand. Smiling patiently and letting the man decide if he agrees or not.

(Just having a scene in mind. Just...Q and Glatt sharing earphones, listening to music, slowly dancing, getting away from all the drama and chaos on the wild server.)

Honestly. After the "Haunted Mansion" episode...I actually would find it interesting for Glatt to tell Quackity that he doesnt want to get revived anymore.

Like "I am literally invincible as a ghost! I can do whatever I want and nobody would be able to stop me...can you even imagine all the opportunities that I got because I am dead, sugar?~"

This is just a random thought though.

I felt bad for not posting for such a long time, so here is a small part of a one shot that I am writing:

Soft sunlight was shining through Quackitys panoramic window, illuminating the young man, who was sitting at his work desk, holding a writing pen in one hand, while using his second hand to tap with his fingernails against the hard, wooden surface. His eye was scanning over the document in front of him, each time stopping at the end of a sentence and having to stop over again, while all the letters created a wild dance, not wanting to stay still, not wanting Quackity to understand the meaning of the words in front of him.

Out of the endless labyrinth of purposeless words in his mind, which lose any meaning without the context, which is unassailable, he is taken out by the quiet and rhythmic sound of knocking at his office door. The duck hybrid stopped all his actions, fingers freezing in the air before tapping against his desk again. He slowly looked up at the door, clearing his throat but before he managed to let the question slip from his dry lips, the man already could hear the gentle voice behind the door.

-Pumpkin, can I…come in?- just from the way the ghosts voice sounded, the duck hybrids gaze softened, as the corners of his lips curved up into an smile. He left out a relieved sigh, as he left his pen fall, placing his hands on he edges of the desk, just to push himself back in the office chair, so the duck hybrid could stand up.

-Wait a moment, just let me close the curtains.- the man wanted to groan from his own voice, it sounded hoarse and dry but he knew that the ghost wouldn’t mind, there was just an enthusiastic hum behind the door.

The owner of Las Nevadas walked over to the window, placing his hand on one end of the thick, burgundy curtains, feeling the soft fabric, squeezing it tighter and pulling on it. Slowly Quackitys office became darker, as the light was blocked by the expensive fiber. The duck hybrid looked around for any other light sources and when he didn´t find any he walked over to one of his drawers, opening it and taking out some candles, starting to light those. This could already be called a routine of which Quackity could never get tired.

-You can come in, lamb- the duck hybrid informed, while still holding one of the candles, lighting it up.

There was no need to repeat twice. The ghost didn’t bother to open the door, just entering straight through it, at first having his horns be seen, which had a reddish colour to them. After that, the man let himself be fully seen, feet barely touching the floor and floating over to the duck hybrid, immediately positioning himself behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and nuzzling against the Hispanic males neck. A shiver ran down Quackitys spine from the cold sensation, he couldn’t hold back a chuckle when Glatt placed a tender kiss right next to his eye, which would never be able to see again.

Prompt idea of Quackity missing Schlatt....and Glatt getting some of the former president of Manberg suits to change...using the rams cologne....just to give the duck hybrid the illusion that his husband is back.

Q just falling asleep, lying on the ghost...while the man just plays around with his hair...being silent and listening to the only heartbeat that is present in the room...

I know that I rarely post "art", since I am too insecure for that lol, but I wanna get more comfortable with that! And I wanted to show that I am still alive.

Sadly my mental health hasn't been the best in the last couple of months, which is why I am not very active. Sorry for that!

(Ps: I HC Glatt as bebe. I dont take criticism for that-)