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clambuoyance · 1 year

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any opinions/thoughts on tana and kon’s relationship?

i think ive said my thoughts on it a while ago so i'll just try to be brief here, but dc, especially older dc comics, just has a weird problem with underage romances

i think it was generally seen as "cool" to date older women back then, and its still a mindset present today with some people, but it does make it hard to read some of these old comics because of how uncomfortable it feels. i just think it's unfortunate because tana could have been a cool Polynesian character who teaches kon about humanity, but the writers had to be weird about it and make her an older woman rather than idk the same age which just sours the whole thing. i especially get uncomfy when other characters in the comic point out the age gap, only for the comic to immediately brush over it. the constant naming of "kid" and pointing out of kon's immaturity as if he wasn't literally 16 then was also :T

i also think that tana is a result of fetishization by the writers part, and there's just a pattern in older comics of women being hyper sexualized and used to act out writers' weird ass sexual fantasies (see the several instances just involving the batfam alone) which just makes me more frustrated with writers and editorial than anything else really. of course, it is interesting to take the story and add depth that the writers clearly didn't originally plan for but yeahhh that stuff is mostly left for fans to deal with. incomic that relationship definitely would leave kon with complex trauma and then for meta analysis i just really hate dc writers for pulling this shit in this first place and doing it more than once without ever addressing the problem--it leaves a sour taste in my mouth

#clam answers #like its so easy to avoid this shit but since you didnt now you gotta commit and deal with the consequences that would have on the narrativ #and characters #but it wont #if superboy were to happen today then id fully expect this to get addressed #or id be fine w tana being left out altogethr #and instead focus on hillary or smth or his friends from the school he briefly went to #tw grooming

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proserpinewrites · 1 year

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It always baffled me that the Minutemen are chill with sending their top leader alone into sewage tunnels below CIT with like, no backup. None at all. What if they get mauled by ferals down there? Or die of rad poisoning? You can’t spare a few of what Deacon refers to as ‘the redneck element’ to watch the General’s back? Come on, Preston.

#hillary speaks #needless to say Katie isn’t going alone #I tried to work it that way but deacon would lose his shit #and tbh so would Harkness

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bitchliteraria1906 · 1 month

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A thought:

If it weren't for the TVA mess, Mobius would be... such a normal guy. Not only that, but a rather silly one.

Just... think about it.

He looks like a normal guy, and doesn't try to compensate that with extravagant clothes. He is genuinely a nice person who looks like he'd own a bunch of dogs, or at least feed strays. He has a random hyperfixation that no one else around him cares about. He likes key lime pie. He makes knock knock jokes. And if it weren't for being a TVA agent, he doesn't look like he'd have any kind of extraordinary skill.

And we ship him with a norse god who has a bunch of powers? Who's been through so much shit?? Who has killed people???

And sure, it's hillarious, but it also has the potential to be so fucking sweet.

Because Loki has spent most of his life unable to find peace, always trying to prove himself, to get out of Thor's shadow. Then, coming to terms with being a frost giant. And then, the New York thing.

And after all that, he gets to interact with a guy who, despite working for an organization like the TVA and being able to be intimidating when needed, somehow still manages to have such a comforting aura. A guy who makes stupid knock knock jokes in the midle of a serious interrogation and infodumps about jetskis, and who, most importantly, treats him like a normal person, even after studying his life and seeing all that he has done, and all that he's capable of.

And it's so clear that Loki appreciates it. He smiles at the joke in the interrogation scene. When Mobius is excited to finnaly experience some (very simple and mundane) things outside of the TVA while they search for Sylvie in season 2, Loki goes along with what he wants and humors him.

Loki is a god, who is used to being surrounded by other gods. He could so easily just see Mobius as less for being a human and a fairly normal guy with such dumb little quirks, but he clearly values him so much (both his company and him as a person), and sees him as a complex individual that's worth respecting/caring for, and I think that's amazing and an extra reason to enjoy their relationship.

#loki #lokius #character analysis #kind of?#mobius #mobius mcu #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #why does this bitch have so many names #anyway #i love them #they deserved so much better

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viaviv124 · 3 months

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Little addition to my post debunking Nayfrogs (i shall stay with this term because it's hillarious) because i just remembered. Bullfrog is a war vet. He fought in the Wasteland war.

We don't know when exactly this war was but Eden exists for roughly 40 years now, meaning Bullfrog is probably in his mid 30s considering he grew up there. Preeeetty sure this man is old and mature enough to decide shit on his own. You're telling me a guy who spent probably his entire or most of his life training to be an assassin and also served in a war against Eden is being groomed by something he saw on TV when he was a small child? We don't know if hybrids can reproduce on their own (allthough Bullfrogs full name "Bullfrog Korvin Jr." suggests it) and if he was made in a lab i'm also pretty sure the Rayman Show was forced on him in an attempt to "form" him.

I really don't get your grooming point, peeps. If y'all watched Spongebob as a kid and 30+ years you meet him and you hated him at first but would end up dating him eventually, would he have groomed you? He didn't even know you existed when you were a child. Please explain your logic to me because i am genuinely curious on how you came up with it.

As people have stated before, if an age gap makes you uncomfortable, that's fine. If you dont like a ship, that's fine. Block and move on. I feel like unless a ship actually has a bunch of problematic shit you want to call attention to (like literally a child and an adult, i will die on this hill) there's no need to say something. There's shit people shouldnt enable from my view point. But consenting adults with an age gap because one of them is pretty much an ageless being made of light? Yeah no. That's just petty.

#this is all still hillarious to me #i just wanted to add the war vet part because i've never seen people bring it up #and i think it's a good way to show that bullfrog is indeed old and mature enough to decide shit on his own #rayfrog #rayman #bullfrog #clh #captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk blood dragon remix

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1989taylorsversion · 2 years

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Saying things like "voting doesn't help, stop telling people to vote" is literally sooooooooo harmful. If more people voted for Hillary we would not have a conservative majority on the court right now and this literally would not be happening. Voting is not THE ONLY solution, but is one of the most helpful things we can always do to prevent shit like this from happening. Stop telling people it doesn't matter. It does matter. Vote.

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elsa-fogen · 1 month

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Wondering, what are your thoughts on the character dynamics between Angel and Alastor?

I read a post that noted how interesting it would be of Angel also was ace, but positive. Like it would be something they have in common but they would have two totally different ways of looking at it.

I'd imagine that Angel might have wanted to be a actor and his current job is just seen as a kinda means to an end, a stepping stone. Though that might have changed considering how stuck he is in that. So now it's just the closest thing he got and he tries to make the best of it

Also, imagine how cute it would be if the two started getting along and then at some point they did a radio drama. I think it would be really interesting as Angel is mostly used to just having his body do the work, but with a radio drama it's all in the voice ᵔᵜᵔ

Honestly. I'd LOVE to see more of their interactions. It's a shame that the only thing we got is ONE (1) (!!!!) sex joke in the first episode. I'd love to see them as friends. I don't know why, but there's something in it. Like, i saw few things about them being silly and it's absolutely adorable. Also it would be fun to watch Angel causing Alastor's ace panic, like in the pilot (that the most fucking hillarious moment, and you know what i'm talking about)

things i saw:

Angel listenned to Alastor's radio when he was alive and it comforted him back then. And now listenning to Alastor's voice brings comfort and good memories (this is my favourite thing, i love this so much, although it doesn't seem to be possible in canon, it's still really sweet)

Angel doesn't give a shit about how scary and powerful Alastor is and just always asks him for something, and Alasor doesn't mind it

Something something about Alastor knowing everything that is played through the radio and Angel using him as shazam lol. And educating Alastor about music through radio.

Concept of Angel being ace is so interesting btw! I don't think it's the case for the show, but i'm thinking about it and i like it! First of all, it's more angst for Angel. Second of all, it's really interesting to see two polars of the spectrum. I saw a comment that was like "Alastor is so close to the end of the spectrum that he's about to fall into the void" or something like this

Also Angel participating in radio show? This would be so interesting, and i think not only for Angel. Damn i want these two interact

P.S. Please ask me about Alastor and Husk (but not in romantic sence, ya get me?)

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #sudden ask lol #the radio demon #radio demon

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ineffablejaymee · 3 months

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i just listened to the first magnus protocol episode and holy shit

spoilers obv

listen i knew jonny and alex would make an appearance BUT I WAS NOT READY. the way i screamed when i heard alex it was sad tbh

and my reaction to jonnys voice will be left unsaid okay

EYES???WHAT DO YOU MEAN EYES

also what is it with jonny and alex writing about exes im.not.complaining but its hillarious

i forgot how confusing getting into magnus archives was, now im having a deja vu

also alice and gwen are adorable

im going into the second episode wish me luck

#magnus protocol #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #alexander j newall #jonny sims #martin k blackwood #martin blackwood #jon sims #jonathan sims

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storiesofsvu · 8 months

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A Thin Line

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, some medical situations (again, likely some inaccuracies, don't come for me), minor mentions of the Lauren arc/past trauma/anxiety, but mainly fluff and all happy ending! Covers a bingo square for @prentiss-theorem and also is a fix it fic (i guess lol) for s7e15 of the same title. I just thought things were kinda brushed over in the aftermath.... so here we are.

The team had been in San Bernardino, California for nearly a week now solving what was originally thought to be a series of home invasions linked to gangs in the area. It was after piecing together the threads and a victim getting away that you were able to apprehend the unsub, the team was split up between addresses, Rossi, Reid and Hotch over at the unsubs while Morgan, JJ, Emily and you were heading to Councilwoman Hillary Ross’, knowing that she was one of two next likely targets.

Everything seemed to be going to plan as Derek and JJ snuck around to the back of the house, waiting only on you and Em to burst through the front as Emily announced herself, calling out into the house at just the wrong moment. Her eyes darted toward the unsub, noting the gun in his hand, pointed directly at her and only a second later she felt the burning in her shoulder, jolting back into the wall behind her as she groaned.

“Shit!”

“You’re hit.” You stalled, turning back to her and she nudged you in the direction of the unsub.

“I’m fine!”

“He’s upstairs!” You called over to the other two who had burst through the back door, flying up the stairs to take the unsub down.

“Go.” Emily urged, wincing as your hand came up to the injury, pressing against the wound.

“Like hell I’m going anywhere right now.” You muttered, tugging at your radio to call for medics.

“I said I’m fine.” She insisted, nudging at you once more, “you can go.”

“It’s already two on one, I’m sure they’re doing great. And you’re not fine, you just took a bullet Emily.” You could feel her blood slowly seeping in between your fingers, you would’ve been worried if it wasn’t for the amount of attitude you were getting from her, the scowl persistent on her face.

“It’s nothing.” She grumbled, letting out an annoyed sigh at the flashing lights outside as the ambulance pulled up, “oh come on.”

“You’re gonna need stitches at the bare minimum, c’mon.” Gently lifting her arm over your shoulder you helped her outside and to the paramedics.

Much to Emily’s dismay, she was told she would likely need more than just stitches, that an actual doctor would have to take a look at her before making the official decision and before she knew it she was being transported to a hospital. Even more annoying was that her adrenaline was starting to wear off, the fight or flight draining from her body as the pain began to creep in. She winced as she moved on the stretcher, letting out a quiet hiss and felt her cheeks flushing as your gaze shot to her, concern in your eyes.

“We’re almost there.” You murmured softly, reaching to squeeze her hand, almost surprised at the way her hand wrapped around your thumb, keeping you there instead of letting you pull away. The touch brought a comfort Emily needed but wasn’t ready to ask for, wasn’t ready to admit she even wanted. Her gaze remained turned away from you as she let out a low breath, trying to will the immense pain in her shoulder to go away.

The emergency room was a cacophony of noises, patients crying, yelping out, doctors, paramedics and nurses calling out to each other, demanding what they needed for their cases, alarm bells going off, phones ringing off the hook, the whir and beeping of machines. It was completely overstimulating and enough to block out the pain Emily was feeling briefly while they rolled her through the admittance stages. Your hand had been ripped away from hers as they’d unloaded her from the ambulance, leaving a cold spot on her skin as she tried to block out her surroundings. The lights were bright, still harsh even if she closed her eyes, she felt someone prodding at her skin as they started an IV, grimacing as the needle pierced her skin, the smell of rubbing alcohol burning at her nostrils. The noises from the ER were now slightly muffled, but there were as many beeping monitors and fast talking doctors moving around her right now. She could just hear your voice over the hum of noise, giving her credentials and details of what happened to a doctor, conversation talked over by one of the paramedics as she heard her stats being listed off. She was hooked up to another couple of machines, creating more beeping that was beginning to overwhelm her before the room suddenly seemed to empty.

“Paramedics patched you up pretty good.” Your voice rung through the air and her eyes cracked open, looking up at you with hesitancy in her eyes.

“Then we can go, right?”

“No.” You laughed softly, “you’re just not as emergent as some of the other cases. You’re under observation until they can get you a CT to check for internal damages and we’ll go from there.”

“I hate hospitals.” She grumbled, shifting awkwardly on the gurney, hating how on display she felt. The remaining nurse in the room seemed to sense her uncomfortable-ness, moving over and adjusting it so it was propped up and she could sit upright.

“It shouldn’t be too long Agent Prentiss; they’re just waiting for a backlog at the CT machine to clear out.” They explained, giving you both a brief smile before they disappeared from the room.

“Since when do you have a problem with hospitals?” You asked, dropping onto a spare stool, watching her curiously.

“I’ve just spent enough time in and out of them over the past year.” She replied quietly, ducking her gaze as she picked at her fingernails.

“Hey,” your hand reached out, stopping her destructive movements and she glanced toward you, “you’re non emergent, you’re sitting upright and talking and like you’ve been insisting since Ross’, you’re fine.”

“Thanks.” She flashed a tight smile to you and you squeezed at her hand, only pulling away when your phone pinged and you dug it out of your pocket to read the message.

“They got him, finishing up paperwork now. Hotch wants to know if you want them to meet us here.”

“Oh god no!” Emily groaned, wincing as she moved her arm to run a hand over her face, “I don’t need a fucking audience waiting for me. Tell him they can go home, hell, you can go with them.”

“Well tough titty.” You pocketed your phone, “I’m not going anywhere. You got shot; I’m not leaving you here alone.”

Emily felt a warmth spreading through her chest, knowing that she had someone by her side for the entire thing, unlike last time, she wasn’t facing this on her own. She felt her heart start to calm down rather than racing in her chest, sighing softly as her body relaxed into the stretcher. She was fine, she was going to be fine.

“You’re too nice to me, you know that.” She rolled her head to look at you, a dopey smile on her face and you practically snorted.

“I think those drugs are starting to kick in Prentiss.”

She frowned, pouting at you and you laughed again, this time glancing away as you prayed she was too distracted to pick up on the thudding of your heart in your chest.

Okay. Maybe the warmth spreading through her was the painkillers, but at least she wasn’t focusing on the pain in her shoulder and the terror of being trapped in a hospital anymore.

Though that sense of calm and comfort only lasted the next hour. The results from the CT were exactly what Emily didn’t want to hear.

“Surgery?!” She protested, “you can’t be serious! Can’t you just leave it in?”

“No.” The doctor chuckled softly, “that risks more damage than taking it out.”

“So just rip it out now, here.”

“I do that and you’re gonna hate me for how much pain your in.” They countered.

“Full blown surgery just seems like a complete waste of time and resources.” Emily commented, “for something as trivial as this?”

“Agent Prentiss, I can assure you it’s a very simple procedure and it won’t take very long at all. We’ll have you patched up and out of here by morning with some pain killers.”

“No I—”

“If there’s an issue with pain killers, general anesthesia isn’t in the same, you’ll most likely sleep it off and only feel a little bit groggy when you wake up from being under.”

“No, that’s the part I don’t want.” Emily felt like her heart was beating out of her chest, her throat tight and she wasn’t fully able to catch her breath. The beeping next to her seemed to be getting louder with each moment that flickered by and she was sinking into a nightmare where she couldn’t tell tonight apart from the last night she’d spent in a hospital.

“Em…” Your voice was soft, your hand coming up to squeeze at hers gently, thumb rubbing reassuringly, a cool touch on her burning skin. “Just breathe for me, okay?” You turned to the doctor, “is there any way you could do this with a local anesthesia or something? Something where she doesn’t have to be asleep?”

“There likely isn’t a doctor who would.” He replied, “the CT didn’t give full visibility, if an artery gets nicked we’d have to put her under in a rush and adding extra things on the to do list in a situation like that isn’t ideal. I didn’t see anything in her medical history about a reaction to anesthesia.”

“It’s not exactly medical.” You replied, feeling Emily’s hand squeezing at yours.

“I don’t have the greatest track record with being put under.” She muttered and the beeping on the heart monitor started to increase again.

“Hey…” you shifted from your spot on the stool so you were perched on the edge of the gurney, grabbing her other hand, “look at me.” You waited for a moment until she actually looked up at you, the fear in her eyes slowly melting away as you shot her a small smile, “you need to stop deflecting and shutting down. They’re just trying to do their jobs and get you outta here healthy and in one piece, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen. You’ve got a bullet in your shoulder and the longer it’s in there the more risk you’re at, so let’s do this, okay? You’re not alone, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere okay? I’ll take care of you. I’ll be as close by as I possibly can the entire time, I mean, they’ve gotta give us some leeway, we are federal agents.” You raised a brow in the direction of the doctor who let out a huff of a laugh mixed with a sigh.

“I’ll have someone escort you to the gallery.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, “And like you being knocked out is gonna have me running off, I promise. I’ll be there the whole time and when you wake up.”

Emily let out a long low breath, the tightness in her chest finally easing as chewed on her lip, “okay. You better not be lying, if I wake up on the other side of the country you’ll be the one with a bullet lodged in your shoulder.”

“Em!” You scolded with a laugh, watching as a small smile finally broke out on her lips.

Emily focused on her breathing and remaining calm, listening to your voice as you walked with them all the way down to the OR floor. She wasn’t even sure what you were rambling on about, you always had the most ridiculous stories from when you babysat your nephew and they were mindless enough yet also wild enough that it would steer her mind away from the thought of being put under again. You squeezed her hand once more, saying a quick ‘see you soon’ before you were taken up to the gallery and you watched the way Emily’s eyes flicked toward you as she counted down from ten, letting out a breath to know that you were there, watching over her and this would be over before she even knew it.

The low beeping and dull ache in her shoulder were what roused her first, shifting slightly in the bed with a quiet groan, trying not to agitate her shoulder too much. Without opening her eyes she knew there was a soft light coming from somewhere in the room, much nicer than the glare of the fluorescent overheads and the next thing her ears picked up was the sound of a page of a book being turned before the creaking of a chair.

“Em?” Your voice whispered into the night, leaning forward against the side of the bed and she groaned, her eyes fluttering open.

“Shit still sucks.” She complained, pushing herself up to sitting and you let out a chuckle.

“How’s the pain?”

“Not too bad.” She swallowed, reaching out for the glass of water on the nightstand. As she fully woke up and her eyes adjusted to the light in the room she was able to take you in, spotting the bags under your eyes, the slight redness in them and the fact that you’d somehow snagged a hospital issued hoodie that was about three sizes too big to curl up in. “How late is it?” She asked and you looked at your watch.

“Almost six.” You replied with a tired yawn.

“You haven’t slept yet.” It wasn’t a question; it was an observation and you shrugged.

“I wanted to be awake when you came to, doctor said it wouldn’t be too long. And I definitely wasn’t about to sleep while you were in surgery, besides, it was pretty cool to watch.”

Emily observed you for a moment, her eyes drilling into you so much that you ducked your gaze, picking up your own drink to distract yourself, praying the heat in your cheeks wasn’t noticeable in the low light of the room.

“Why would you do this much for me? You could have left with the rest of the team.”

“I promised you wouldn’t be alone. I care about you, I wanted you to feel safe, I mean, you’re my… friend.” You shrugged it off, picking at the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Okay, now who’s shutting down and deflecting?” She asked with a tease in her voice, prodding at your arm and you let out a soft sigh, glancing back up at her with a playful glare in your eyes.

“Being in the hospital alone sucks enough on its own. The last time you had surgery you woke up across the world completely isolated and if that was me I would’ve been terrified. I know you don’t want to admit it and I’ll never mention it to the rest of the team but you were scared earlier and I wanted to make sure you knew I would be here for you, no matter what. And I… would like to hope that if the tables were turned that you’d do the same for me?”

“Are you kidding me?” A laugh burst from her lips, “of course I would! I really don’t think you have any idea how much you mean to me. You still being on the team and being around was the main reason I decided to stay, no matter how awkward it was with everyone else.”

“Now you’re just making stuff up.” You ducked your gaze once again, this time no doubt the blush on your cheeks noticeable.

“Not at all.” Emily’s finger curled under your chin, turning your eyes up to her, “you were an absolute sweetheart today without even needing to ask and that was exactly what I needed, even if I am too stubborn to say anything. When we get back I’d really like to pay you back by taking you to dinner.”

“Really?” Your brow furrowed, wondering if she was finally stepping across the line the two of you had been toeing since she’d gotten back.

“Yeah.” She softly pinched at your chin, “you can read me better than anyone else. You know me almost better than I do some days and… I really care about you too.”

“Okay.” You laughed softly, the smile remaining on your cheeks, “well then I think that sounds great.”

“Great.” She smiled across at you, “it’s a date.” She gently tugged at your arm, “now c’mon, you need to get some sleep and there’s plenty of room up here.”

With a small laugh you shifted, kicking off your shoes and sliding under the blanket into Emily’s embrace, careful not to nudge her left arm too much. You let out a small yawn as you nestled into her uninjured shoulder, her free arm wrapping around you as she relaxed back into the bed, a sigh of relief finally feeling you in her arms. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was completely safe and wouldn’t have to worry about being alone ever again, not with you around. Her lips brushed against the top of your head; a feather light kiss left on your hair as she spoke.

“Thank you.”

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rubydubydoo122 · 13 days

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What new vigilante name should Tim and Jason have? They can't run around with other peoples' names forever. Especially true for Tim since he got downgraded to Robin again which should be Damian's name. And Red Robin or Drake was not good at all.

I think Jason should change his Name to Phoenix. He Died and Came back to Life. HE ALSO HAS FLAMING MAGICAL SWORDS. I think it's stupid he's Not Named Phoenix.

And Tim, I know it gets shit on, I fully believe he should be named Drake. I think it's hillarious, and-- AND no one would see guess that Tim Drake would be stupid enough to use Drake as his superhero name. And He could cut off evil monologues by going "QUUUUAAAACKCCKKKK" (Quote, "The Ghost that Live outside the Grave" Chapter 8") also, it fits the bird theme.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #red hood #tim drake #red robin #drake #phoenix #ask me questions #ask me anything #asks #ask

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