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134340am · 2 years
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hi sweet yuna!!! I would like to see where you’d go with the title “low hanging fruit”
hello kendall <3 omg i hardly use this phrase in my day-to-day life, so this was a good challenge!
"low-hanging fruit, huh." you stretch your arms high above your head, words punctuated with a tired groan as you unwind your body from the hunched-over position it's taken on for the past one hour.
kita's study is small—meaning there's barely enough space for two chairs to be cramped in front of his computer. the virtual meeting you just had with a handful of potential investors ran on longer than expected, leaving you sore and tired.
"yeah, low-hanging fruit. they need to know that we're planning on starting off simple and safe before anything else." your boss situates himself behind you to knead your shoulders—a friendly gesture, you try to tell yourself.
"i-i think you've made yourself clear. you've repeated that phrase about seven times throughout the whole meeting," you mumble. you'd say more, but your boss does pay your bills. and he's giving you an amazing shoulder massage right now.
"well, it is an important thing to stress." kita works at a knot that's been particularly bothersome lately, fingers digging into it firmly. the low baritone of his voice soothes you. "low-hanging fruit doesn't need a ladder. the harvester can simply reach up and pick the fruit with little to no effort."
a warm hand leaves your right shoulder, and you almost whine at the loss of contact—if not for what happens next.
kita brings his hand up to loop a stray piece of hair around your ear, fingers brushing the tip of your ear gently. you shiver, the unexpected contact sending tingles down your spine.
when he spoke again, his voice, syrupy and sweet, was right next to your ear. "isn't it easier to go after what's already within reach?"
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!
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queerasian · 1 month
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cheesethunderstormz · 2 months
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SUCCESSION ERA WILL NEVER BE OVER, I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU SUCCESSION, YOU CHANGED MY LIFE, SUCCESSION TELEVISION SERIES OF THE CENTURY, SUCCESSION THE BEST TO EVER DO IT, OTHER TV SHOWS ARE NOTHING!!! SUCCESSION WILL ALWAYS BE THE NUMBER ONE!!! SUCCESSION YOU ARE SO LOVED !!! IT'LL NEVER BE OVER SUCCESSION-
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bbaked-beans · 5 months
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the souls of a buried city
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I'm super proud of this! (@comicaurora)
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lesbiankendall · 7 months
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SUCCESSION
3.01 "Seccession"
3.02 "Mass In Time of War"
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circusbythesea · 1 year
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he wants so badly to be the knight (original)
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biherbalwitch · 10 months
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listen I'll never fucking shut up about this show, the part of Shiv's eulogy saying "he couldn't fit a whole woman in his head" is a direct call to how most people online actually talk about her character. Disregarding all the complexity and nuance of her character and either painting her only as a feminist angel, a little girl, a victim, or only a stupid, malicious woman who's betraying everyone and deserves all the horrible things her brothers & husband do because "pinky can't dance" as if all these characters aren't deeply flawed ON PURPOSE and also mentally & emotionally complex to evoke empathy in viewers ON PURPOSE but that thought process is only afforded to the male characters and isn't that the heart of the statement?
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schmweed · 8 months
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Succession | S02E01
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indira-laras-w · 2 months
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Kendal sketchdump hours (I had a bunch of screenshots from my reread spree during the hiatus)
ID: a bunch of rough sketches of Kendal from Aurora on a light teal background. On the top left is a portrait of him smiling. Beside that, he is looking somewhere upwards, surprised.
On the top left, he's glancing to the side, frowning. Lower right is an almost full body of him standing, holding his sword. In the middle, he has a pleading expression, and to the right is a profile of him shocked.
On the bottom left he looks tired and somewhat sarcastic, with injuries on his face. To the right is a profile of him mostly neutral-faced, a little wide-eyed. End ID.
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likelilacwine · 4 months
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yuji x f!reader 🩷 reader has defined characteristics and a defined ct, yuji and reader are both students (reader is a second year), a certain meddling sensei who may or may not be named shmendy can’t mind her business. 3.5k of hurt/comfort fluff.
divider by @/cafekitsune!!!!
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“Hey Yuji?”
The voice of the second year sensei accompanies a knock at his door frame and he slides the shoji open, smiling at the sight of the woman standing outside of his door. He thinks he already knows what you’re here about but avoids giving away too much of his concern, tipping his head and leaning against the wood.
“What’s up?”
She smiles at him and pats his shoulder reassuringly but her face falls quickly, arms folding over her chest. The tension in the air is unspoken but they both know what the concern is - you. You’ve distanced yourself from the small network of support you have amongst your peers and instructors and now comes the real challenge.
How do they get you back?
“Have you talked to ___ lately?”
He shakes his head and she doesn’t fail to notice the way that sadness seeps into every little dimple and crease on his face, remembering all too well how it felt to be in his position when she was a student herself, caring so deeply but unsure of how to show it thanks to the awkwardness of youth. She’s been in both of your positions before, the one caring and the one hurting, and she hopes that age has granted her the wisdom to find the perfect balance of them both.
“No, I haven’t. She won’t respond to my messages.”
The second year sensei nods and smiles sadly, digging her phone out of her pocket and pushing a few buttons while Yuji watches and wonders what’s happening. Her thumbs move quickly and her brow furrows and she looks up with a half smile.
“You know what Gojo-sensei used to do for me when I was struggling?” The young man shakes his head but notices the faint dusting of pink across her cheeks even mentioning his sensei. Love spreads like wildfire around here, he thinks, and it’s beautiful to witness but it’s painful when you find yourself falling victim to a beautiful girl with big round eyes and cheeks and smile so bright it could bring the sun to her knees when she blesses him with it.
All he can think about is you. His heart threatens to burst constantly, to overflow like a leaky dam and cause a flood of affection, but he swallows it the best that he can. Right now his main concern is making sure that you are okay above all, well enough to keep going through the difficult days that come and go.
Despite how jumbled his thoughts are and how heavy his heart is thinking about you, he shifts his attention back to the woman standing across from him and keeps his temple pressed against the door frame. Maybe she’ll have the answers on how to help you, or at least ease your pain a little bit.
“He used to make me leave campus. Sometimes he’d lie and make up a mission, sometimes he’d just drag me along with him and I’d wordlessly follow along with whatever he cooked up but it always helped.” She looks faraway, as if it’s painful to put herself back in those shoes she got rid of many years ago. The two of you are so similar she understands how you’re feeling but doesn’t want to risk being pushy or over the top so she plays it cool and shrugs what she’s saying off. “It always made me smile.”
Yuji nods, able to read between the lines immediately. She looks down at her phone and conceals a half smile, pressing the device against her mouth.
“The three of us are going on a mission today.” Yuji raises his eyebrows in surprise but realization dawns quickly and he nods, understanding what she’s saying. She pulls her phone away from her face and slips it into her pocket. “We are going to Tsukiji to patrol for a potential grade three curse spotted around the food stalls, understood?”
Yuji is not the tough sell on leaving today but she leaves him with a pat on the back and shoves him into his room, sliding the door shut behind him before walking down the corridor to your room, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door in the same fashion.
“What?”
She laughs and you perk up slightly at her voice, sticking your head up from where it was resting on your desk with your notebook opened in front of you. It probably doesn’t serve you to sit here and stare at your dark menagerie yet you do, glancing at their faces and their hands and their half shaped forms until you fear you’re the one turning into something terrifying.
“We have been called on a mission. Me, you, and Yuji.”
A gut feeling tells you that she’s planning something yet you stand, slippered feet sliding toward the door. You slide the shoji open and attempt a scowl despite the smiling and hopeful face at your door, her head tipped to the side as it always is.
“Hi sunshine,” she teases and you groan, rolling your eyes and moving to shut the door again. She puts her hand on the frame and shakes her head, holding it open. “Nope. I’m flexing my muscles as your sensei today and your attendance is mandatory.”
She has been allowing you to tune into classroom days via your computer, perhaps a little too indulgent of this current stormy mood in her quest to be as accommodating and understanding as possible, but it appears the extension of her grace ends today with a wave of her manicured fingers. You blink at her incredulously and sigh, preparing to argue but she stops you with a shake of her head.
“We’re meeting in the common room at 10.”
You think back to what time it was when you remember checking the time last and it was just approaching 8:30. Your sensei digs her phone out of her pocket again and the screen lights up, showing you both that the hour has ticked to 8:45 without much happening between. You sigh again, slumping where you stand, trying to think of a way you can fake a stomach ache or a migraine or anything.
“Go, get ready. It’s gonna be fine.”
Easy for her to say considering she isn’t going to be forced to sit in the back of a cramped car with her crush for the entire ride to wherever she’s decided you’re going and you roll your eyes, turning on your heel and she slides the door shut behind you. You groan as soon as it settles in the frame and you hear footsteps retreating, walking to your closet to pull the uniform you haven’t worn since the last time you went to class a week ago.
“Damn it,” you mutter, pulling down your shirt and jacket and inspecting them for wrinkles. Why do you even care? It’s not like you want to impress anyone, yet you smooth a pleat out of the front of your skirt before tossing it over your arm along with the rest of your clothing and heading toward the showers, Yuji popping his head out of his room to catch your attention along the way.
“Hey!”
He beams at you and you find it hard to deny him a smile in return, giving him something small and noncommittal. He’ll remember it forever despite how carelessly you tossed it in his direction, the little curve in your cheek and of your lower lip, but he tries to play it cool by rubbing the back of his neck. You don’t stop walking, pushing forward to get ready to meet this looming ridiculous deadline and before you know it, it’s 9:50 and you are padding across the wooden floors on socked feet and into the common room where Yuji and your sensei wait with twin smiles.
“Ready to go?” Your sensei asks and you nod, standing on her side and opposite Yuji who keeps looking down to steal glances at you. You don’t meet his eyes but you can tell what he’s searching for, confirmation that you’re okay, and you aren’t ready to give it to him just yet.
It feels overwhelming to be out of your room and into the world, an autumn day that hasn’t quite turned into winter yet greeting you outside of the doors of the building that houses all the student dorms, and your sensei pulls her jacket around her body and shivers despite the sun burning above. It’s a beautiful day, just chilly, and Yuji finally speaks as your sensei takes her distance ahead of the pair of you, stepping quickly in the direction of where Nitta stands, twirling her keys around her finger.
“I’m happy to see you,” he admits and it makes you look away. How can he be so kind no matter how cold of a shoulder you shove in his direction?
“I don’t know why you would be.”
He laughs despite the distinct lack of humor in your words and you watch your sensei appear further and further away, conversing casually with Nitta while awaiting the two of you who seem to be walking in slow motion compared to her own quick steps.
“Well, I am. I feel so much better when you’re around, nobody else gets my jokes.”
Again, you aren’t sure why anyone would say that about you but it makes you feel warm nevertheless, cheeks heating and your eyes rapidly searching for anything to focus on besides the pink haired young man next to you. If you look at him for too long you’ll start to soften, to thaw out and let him in, and that’s the last thing you want.
Your sensei glances over her shoulder and swings her arm, motioning for the two of you to hurry up, and you make a face at her that she can see even from a distance. She feigns shock, just like Gojo-sensei would, and you roll your eyes, daring to let a little smile show itself on your face. Yuji catches it and smiles with great affection written all over his face, increasing the pace of his steps but still stopping to wait for you periodically.
He’s so effortlessly sweet it should make you angry yet you feel yourself soften further, arriving to where the two women awaiting your arrival stand. Your sensei stares at her phone before dropping it into her pocket and Nitta pops her gum, continuing to twirl her keys like an insubordinate teenager. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who is in charge and who is following around here and you shake your head at the sorry sight of the two of them.
“So here’s the plan,” your sensei starts, hands waving around. “We’re going to Tsukiji to check out reports of a spirit lingering around food stalls. Nitta-san and I will handle the food stalls, the two of you are going to be checking the perimeter around Hamarikyu to see if you see anything suspicious.”
You wish that the unmitigated gall of the woman standing in front of you were less obvious but she doesn’t turn to look at you. She knows you’ve caught onto what she’s trying to do and that you’ll only make her suffer with a cool glance if she shifts her gaze your direction so she continues, opening the passenger side car door.
“Let’s go kids! We have curses to catch.”
The two of you walk toward the car and Yuji doesn’t linger by your side this time, opting instead to walk ahead and open the door on the rear passenger side for you with an easy going smile. You have a snide comment about being able to handle it on the tip of your tongue but you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and smile gratefully instead, sliding onto the seat and letting him close the door behind you.
In a moment, he slides in next to you and your skirt and tight covered thigh presses against his uniform plant clad one and your face heats up again. You wish you’d stop having this reaction to him, that you were less susceptible to how being close to him makes you feel, but you're not and no amount of wishing is going to change it. You just have to continue to steel yourself to his charm.
How hard could it possibly be?
The vehicle takes off, a little digital voice sounding through the speakers giving directions while Nitta and your sensei talk amongst themselves about happenings around the city and with the other sorcerers. Gojo and Kusakabe are arguing again although your sensei insists it isn’t over the crush each of the men has on her, Nitta talks about her brother in Kyoto and that they’re holding yet another potential round of try outs to find Maki and Mai’s cousin Naoya a wife. The happenings are treated as little more than petty gossip but Yuji tips his head, overhearing them talk about the situation with the Zen’in clan.
“They’re…auditioning women to be his wife?”
He can hardly hide how this concept puzzles him, clearly foreign to the way clan politics work, and your sensei turns in her seat with a little smirk on her face that tells you she’s been buzzing to discuss this in particular with someone. You laugh despite yourself, familiar with the face she makes every time Maki or Nobara are sharing their gossip with her, and settle in your seat and let your thigh drift a little further toward Yuji’s. Your knees almost completely touch and he chokes on his saliva, playing it off with a cough.
“They have to because he’s absolutely horrible,” she starts before laughing and widening her eyes. “Years and years ago I went to one at the recommendation of the higher ups, right when I turned 18, and they’re still looking so that tells you how it’s going.”
It strikes you as odd that there are parts of your sensei’s life that you aren’t privy to given how eager she is to share every other detail including what she is eating for lunch and what shade her highlights are, but you tilt your head curiously, arching a brow.
“I won’t tell you what was said to me while I was there because I don’t want to taint little ears but know that it was as hostile as anything I’ve ever been told.
You make a note to ask Maki if she knows about this and hum, pocketing this information for later, and roll your eyes over the little ears comment. The two of you, you and Yuji, are nearly full blown adults despite her annoying insistence that the two of you are children at the end of the day every time you get reprimanded. She isn’t doing a very good job of preparing you for impending adulthood, humming while pointing out random landmarks across the highway, childlike chatter filling the car between her and Nitta and Yuji and….you.
“What do you think?”
Lost in your own thoughts you abandoned the discussion you were just listening to completely, glancing at the floorboards under your feet. Looking up and to your right, Yuji smiles.
“About what?”
Your sensei scoffs and you scoff back when she turns in her seat again to glance at you with a frown.
“Were you even listening to me?”
You shake your head and she scoffs but follows it with a smile, scrunching her nose. The car pulls off of a highway exit and a short distance away comes to a stop, Nitta expertly parking and shutting off the engine, ready to let you out at the food stalls.
“Well, you won’t have to for much longer because we’re here. I’m gonna be here and she’s going to take you to the gardens but we will meet back here no later than 3, do you understand?”
Yuji nods and you do as well, satisfying your nosy sensei who smiles and yells over her shoulder as she exits the vehicle.
“Call me if you need anything!
Shutting the door behind her, you both breathe a strange sigh of relief but feel your breath catch again realizing you’re all but practically alone despite Nitta’s presence. The gardens aren’t far from where she parked and in a flash, the two of you are being let out on the sidewalk and wishing her goodbye with a wave. The day is hers to do what she wants pending no danger and despite the claims that there may be a cursed spirit or two lingering in this area, you’re certain that the same is true for the two of you.
“Alright, if I were a cursed spirit, where would I hide?”
You wonder if Yuji has noticed that the two of you have been set up yet, given how his pretty golden eyes scan the area around the park and his mouth moves with each sight his eyes dance over, fall foliage decorating even the furthest corner of the little slice of paradise with red and yellow.
“Probably nowhere in this place,” you mutter and he laughs, taking small steps to keep the two of you moving to protect yourselves from the November chill. The gardens are vast and you feel a little overwhelmed by it all, especially given how you’ve felt recently.
Despite this, though, the sun shines and the leaves rustle every time the wind blows, reminding you how it feels to be alive. Walking in lockstep with Yuji, watching his eyes widen and his fingers point wildly at whatever he sees, reminds you of that further.
It’s good to be here and to face this day, to stretch your limbs and your mind, to feast your eyes with foliage and ducks floating effortlessly across the taut and glass-like surface of the pond you are taking the wooden bridge across, slowly, step by step.
“Do you think there’s actually a curse here?” Yuji asks and you laugh with your heart for the first time in a while, letting your hands dangle at your sides and your knuckles brush against his.
“No. There is almost certainly not a curse here.”
“Damn.”
Despite yourself, you laugh again and he joins you, beaming down at you like your own personal font of happiness.
“Well, since we have time to waste, wanna go to the tea ceremony?
You weren’t expecting him to ask but you nod just the same, unable to form words with how swollen and full of love your heart feels, gazing at the building that houses the informal ceremony close to where the two of you step off of the bridge. He nods excitedly, leading the way, and you stop him by clearing your throat.
“Hey Yuji?”
He tips his head and smiles at you curiously.
“What’s up?”
You shake your head and look away from him, glorious reprieve despite the way your heart pounds in your chest, and feel the need to be honest. To thaw a little further under the autumn sun, to let him in.
“Thank you for being here for me.”
A blush as pink as his hair spreads across the bridge of his nose and you smile to yourself, satisfied with the reaction.
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emgardner · 2 years
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will you come back to my corner?
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134340am · 1 year
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yuna!! i just saw you had wisdom teeth surgery, I hope your recovery goes very well and you are able to rest and take it easy. love you bunches
kendall!!!!!!!! 😢😢😢 please hug me i m cold and my mouth hurts sobbles bobbles…
thank you for the well wishes i’m doing my best and resting as much as i can! >o<
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morethanwonderful · 1 year
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All the talk about Kendall and his recurring water motif today just made something click in my brain, and I finally understand what that symbolism is all about.
In the "western literary canon," very often, water is a symbol of rebirth. A character being submerged in water (or sometimes even just drenched in the rain) is a metaphorical baptism. It's a symbolic way of wiping away past sins and starting anew. And I don't think there's anything Kendall wants more than to be reborn.
Kendall is constantly trying to reinvent himself to be new and better. He wants so badly to be a force for his idea of good and to be free from the oppressive influence of his father, but he can't do that while he's still an addict weighed down by old baggage and the misdeeds of his past. His attempt to buy the company in s1 is an attempt at this very glorious reinvention. So is rehab after the car crash. So is his betrayal at the end of s2, going onward into third season.
The water imagery isn't even the only allusion to his rebirth! He's shown with references to Jesus multiple times. He does the Judas kiss before sacrificing himself, and he was going to crucify himself at his birthday. Between that and the baptism, he is constantly coming back to this very Christian idea of being reborn. The show does it through imagery, and sometimes Kendall even engineers these images himself! He wants to have his old sins wiped away and become something good and better and new. And if he can martyr himself Jesus-style as part of his glorious rebirth, that's even better.
The problem with this, though, is that each and every one of his rebirths is a failure. His crusade for women crumbles into a narcissistic mess, which then crumbles into a possible attempt at suicide. He's pulled out of the hot tub prematurely to do his father's bidding.
At the core of Succession's writing is the idea that, now matter what happens and no matter what choices you make, you can never escape the person you are inside. People in Succession do not fundamentally change, which means that Kendall's dream of rebirth will always be impossible. His attempts at reinventing himself into a wholly good or successful man will never work because he still has all the same broken pieces down inside. He can never not be Kendall Roy.
Kendall's water motif is the symbol of his constant pursuit of a rebirth he cannot have, but he cannot understand this. He always thinks that it's going to work this time, but every reinvention is just the same as him lying in his empty bathtub. The baptism he dreams of does not exist.
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akajustmerry · 1 year
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something that really got to me in that episode was how long it felt and I realised that's because, for the most part, it took place in real time. we really stayed with Roman, Kendall and Shiv from the moment they picked up tom's call. there were practically no jumps, no cut to next location, just the relentless event of losing a parent in real time. watching Ken and Roman try to say their piece, then Ken walk every step across the boat to take shiv's hand and walk with her each step back to where Roman is still talking to Tom whose updating them on the obligatory chest compressions. then, shiv trying to choke out a goodbye and then three of them trudging out to find Connor still discussing cake, breaking the news to him and all the awkward silences, hugs, and barely contained fury that the the last thing each of them said to Logan will always be the last thing he heard. I fucking love the use of real time like this. typical story structure of film/tv garuntees relief from difficult scenes with a cutaway and a change of scene, but depriving the viewer of the heightened, efficient dream-like chronology of tv, and forcing us to sit with them for every moment is such an exquisite way to portray and evoke grief. because the moment you lose someone there is no escape, no relief or break...just the unassuming unending horror and solidification moment by moment of time being divided into Before and After.
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bbaked-beans · 7 months
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Kendal is kenough, you agree
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asmilethatshines · 11 days
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Erm... for very late White Day
When I read fics a lot of people write how Near plays with Mello's hair as twirling the strands same way he does with his own hair. I want to do something different for them: shaping the strands to form hearts and it fits with Valentine's Day or White Day a lot! You already know where I picked up the reference, but I suppose that Mello's hair is not long enough to form a proper heart like Kendall's <3
Sorry for the terrible angle! I tried!
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