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leatherednlace · 3 years

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Life In The Fast Lane

Aaron Hotchner x Male reader

You are paired up with Hotch to share a room for the night, time alone costs your cover when Hotch hears his name slip from your lips whilst showering

Tags - NSFW+18, M x M, Smut, Sexual tension, Implied Masturbation, Hotch overhears, Confrontation, Touching, Dom!Hotch, Blowjob, Praise, Facials, Hotel sex, Hotch is kinda a dirty boi, Aftercare, Soft boi!Hotch, Cuddles

A/N - I had too…

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“Hotch I’m fine…just tired is all” you finish your sentence with a stretch of your arms, reaching out into thin air as your body twitches, a yawn escaping your lips.

Hotch chuckles at the movement, eyes watching you closely. As much as he trusted you he never really believed a word you said when it came to your well-being, he knew how much you over worked yourself always wanting to make a good impression.

“Please by any means get some rest, I’ll clear up the case and try and get further with my research…it’s been a long day”

You fight the urge to ignore him but he was right, you were tired…but you were also distracted by the way his hands squeezed your shoulders within a reassuring grasp…Hotch was never one to be very touchy feely with pretty much anyone, but you…

You shuddered and Hotch felt that, slowly releasing your shoulders from his calloused arms. “I’ll just be over here” he smiles sweetly, pointing to the desk placed neatly beside the bed.

“Okay…I’m off to shower, i feel disgusting” you both chuckle once again, watching as Hotch took his classy suit jacket off, slumping into the bed as he wipes at his eyes.

You stalk towards the door, feeling yourself stir in your pants at the glare Aaron had on you. It was obvious you both had a connection that was rather to close for friends…even Derek teased you about it.

“Fuck” you mutter underneath your breath as you lean against the door, sighing as your boner simply wont go away, twitching inside of your boxers like no tomorrow…thanks to Hotch and his sinful glare…shoulder rubs…god you were down hard.

You really wish you were paired with anyone but Hotch, how were you suppose to survive a night with your boss, the man you had a HUGE crush on…the impossibility was growing rather quickly.

You begin to undress, the tiredness leaving you once you pop out of your pants with a groan, cock weeping and standing at attention. You shook your head, releasing any thought of him as you stepped underneath the shower head, twisting the nozzle as the warm water sprays over your weak body.

“Jesus…” you chuckle to yourself, bathing in the warm water as you feel your sore body relax. Your hands move across your body slowly but surly, with each movement you travelled lower until you gasped, finger tips brushing against your hard on.

Grasping at your cock, wanting fingers wrap around yourself gently, you feel yourself now tugging yourself back and forth, thoughts of Hotch and his hands flooded your mind, nothing but filth for that man had you wanting more.

“H-Hotch” you whimper lowly, making sure he couldn’t hear you…so you thought. You felt so dirty, such as a sinner would, but it was oh so right…

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You feel a wave of relief across your freshly smelling body but you infact were settling in for the night, placing the towel you used to dry yourself around your neck, you rub at the back of your head as you walk out.

Hearing the faint breathing of Hotch you stop in your tracks to turn to tiptoeing, closing the door behind you softly as you travel over to the shared bed trying your best to be quiet as possible not wanting a grouchy boss in the morning.

Once you were settled you sank into the sheets, head resting softly against the silk pillows. Closing your eyes you feel yourself slipping away into sleep.

“I heard you…”

Even with a whisper he made you jump, eyes opening to be met with his deep hazel orbs staring back at you. Even in the semi dark room you feel the blush rise in your cheeks.

“I-I” you had no words, none at all, but that was okay because he silenced you with one of his thick digits, your lips sealing shut as he pulls it away. “Do you mean it?” He questions, hands moving to wrap gently at your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You swallow thickly, feeling his breath fan against your cheek which had you practically melting, but you nod very eagerly. Hotch smiles sweetly, slowly meeting you half way with his lips embracing your own within a passionate kiss.

A sudden rush of adrenaline washes over you, your legs now scrambling to crawl into his lap, lips still latching together, his tongue now fighting against your own for dominance obviously winning, not that you minded at all.

You grind against his lap like a bitch in head, feeling him grin against your wet puffy lips as his hands rake up your back, helping you push into him as he takes away your innocence…you surly will regret this in the morning not that you cared right now…you just wanted him.

“Let me make you feel good” you breath against his skin, lips sealing around the skin on his neck, but this time you go slower, your free hand lifting up the thin sheet that stuck to his hip revealing his hardening member.

Hotch hadn’t been this way with anyone since Haley, he didn’t want to be….until you. He anticipated your lips as you trailed down lower, peppering kisses from his throat to his slightly hairy chest, his large hands coming to grasp at your neck.

He groans once again at the feeling of your fingers snaking around the base of his cock, his balls drawing up as you begin to continue your quest to help pleasure him.

You almost forgot how big he actually was down there, your hand now exploring the cock you know as Hotch’s, each ridge, each ridge sliding back and forth as his foreskin slowly overlaps the bulbous angry tip.

“I-I am i doing good?” You question, eyes looking up into his lustfilled ones, his mouth slightly agape as he takes in the sight of you, mouthing at his balls as you slowly jerk him back and forth.

Several moans escaped his open mouth as your tongue drew a long strip of saliva up towards the tip. His grip grew tighter as you kitten licked at his slit, pre-come oozing out onto your tongue giving you a mouthful of his taste.

Humming you stopped your teasing, Hotch’s deep grunts and his bossy hand tangled within your hair ordering you to wrap your lips around the sensitive head.

You wrapped your hand around him, pumping what you couldn’t fit in. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head up and down slowly. You completely took him from your mouth, releasing him with a pop, looking up at him you smile seductively.

He groans, pushing you back down until your nose is buried deeply in balls, tears pricking your eyes as you choke around him, retching at the intrusion in your throat. Using his hand he pulls you off.

You took him back into your mouth, glancing through your lashes at him, you sucked in a breath through your nose. Moving your hands upwards, you placed one hand on his slightly toned stomach, taking him back into your mouth, you sink all the way down, nose brushing against his navel. You gag but keep yourself there for a few seconds before he pulled you off again.

Your lips were covered in a thick layer of saliva, a string connecting you to his cock still, taking in every detail had Hotch cumming already all over your pretty, abused face, each shot covering a different part of your face.

Aaron’s face is fucked out, flush from the pleasure as he grew soft in your grip. A few slaps of his cock to your face you grew tired, your cock aching between your legs as he pulls you up to his chest.

You look slightly sad knowing you’ll be aching for hours more. “We aren’t done sweetheart”

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You woke up to large arms wrapped around your waist, you were held closely to a slowly rising and falling chest, presumably Aaron’s.

You had flashback’s from the night before and all you could think about Hotch…How good he made you feel…how he really felt about you.

You could feel him stir, a sleepy chuckle escaping his lips as he kissed you on the cheek several times. “Morning sleepyhead” you smirk, pecking him on the lips as you fist his jet black hair.

“How are we going to explain this to the team…we weren’t exactly quiet last night” Hotch takes in your sleepy form, he couldn’t help but smile warmly at you.

“I don’t care…i want everyone to know you are mine now…nobody else’s…”

#x male reader #male reader #smut #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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Walk With a Limp (ay)

A/N: I’m on that hot girl shit. So, what better way to fuel this than with some Luba smut. This song is amazing, and I have to create scenarios for it, so here it is. This has a theme of being in Luba’s parlor, so here’s @sean-falco‘s fic First Time and @robertsheehanownsmyass‘s Five Times. Reading through this it’s not my best work, but I tried. Have fun luvs x.

Warnings: prostitution, rough sex, oral sex (fem! receiving), biting (the typical shit for me)

Cheeky Tag List: @joz-stankovich, @misskittysmagicportal, @the-freckled-luba, @neuroticpuppy, @bisexualnathanyoung, @the-novel-on-the-left, @super-unpredictable98

“Jesus, this shit better be worth it.” you mumbled, looking at the placing of the parlor. You had to walk through a couple seedy streets, and almost fell through a pothole on the way there.

See, you were going through a particularly rough dry spell, and just wanted someone to completely ruin you, and be content with that for a while. It was always the same old thing, and it seemed as if you never did anything *spicy* anymore. It was time to live a little, and have a bit of fun. When you walked in, you were immediately greeted with the strong smell of cinnamon....and hints of sex, but that was to be expected. There were beads hanging from a doorframe, and a naughty figurine next to a lamp.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” the woman at the desk said, looking up from her book.

d r e a d

“Uh, no, I don’t. I heard about this place, but I don’t really know what to expect or anything.”

‘Well, do you have any gender preferences?”

“No ma’am. I do have a type of preference on what to do though, that’s about the only thing.” you replied, and she talked it over with you, and while you were still speaking to her, a figure emerged from the hallway. Hair slicked back in finger waves and a shirt tied at the waist.

He hesitated when coming to you, and as you finished making a payment, you could feel his eyes on the back of a neck. You were silently freaking out, but y’know, it’s fine. It’ll be fine.

“She want anyone specific?” he asked, eyeing the woman at the front desk. He looked at you like a lovely, full course meal, ready to be enjoyed. However, he had to wash his hands before picking up any utensils.

“No, actually. She’s all yours.” the woman replied, grinning at him.

He smiled in your direction, and reached to take your hand, kissing it. He made a “come here” motion with his fingers, and you followed, excited to get started.. One you got to his room, which was extremely red, almost shockingly so, and he closed the door, you felt a small sense of comfort. It was very short lived when you realized that he was a stranger, and you were a bit anxious. However, for the time being, he kissed up your neck, hands making a gentle path all over your body.

He gently then took your top off, slowly, making sure you were alright with it. He tenderly squeezed your breasts, relishing in the noises you let out. You slipped out of your pants, as well as your shoes. He backed you into the bed, and you looked up at him. How can someone be this beautiful? He gently kissed you, and began stripping himself as well. As he did this, you shed your underwear, and he glanced at you, seemingly in awe. You felt a sense of importance for that moment in time, and confidence swelled in your chest.

“Your body is so beautiful.” he purred, lightly tracing your curves. You softened at his words, and he spoke to you again, but you almost didn’t catch it.

“Would you like me to do anything specific with you today?” he asked, looking into your eyes. They were so beautiful. A wonderful deep green, which reminded you of meadows and emeralds.

“I like it rough. I mean, really rough, like I want to scream. I want you to ruin me.” you replied, looking down a little shamefully.

“Ooh, you like it rough huh. I get to mark up this body then, right darling?” he asked, and you nodded. A mild shiver passed through your body as he brushed over your pussy. His lips made a trail on your neck, and you inhaled as he bit into the skin softly. It seems that every movement he did was just purely beautiful. Angelic almost.

He slowly made his way on top of you, like some sort of predatorial animal, and you felt yourself slowly give over to him. His arms were on the opposite sides of you, and his head bent, and he slowly kissed along your neck once more, but with a lot more focus on it. His teeth picked a random spot, and they nibbled on the skin lightly, then almost seemed to dig into it, usually uttering the most noise Then, as your breathing calmed down, his tongue stuck out and licked the bruise, and kissed it tenderly.

If you felt this good from him on your neck, the anticipation of him eating you out was bound to be worth it. Luba gently worked his way up your neck, kisses in tow, and he went along your jaw, and stopped at your lips. He looked into your eyes, and it felt as if he was glancing into your soul for a moment in time. His lips met yours, and you almost melted in his touch. He was an extremely loud kisser, you’d found out quite early on, but it made the experience even better. So much so that you focused on the noise of his lips smacking against yours, and you forgot to fight his tongue for dominance, and just as you came to coherent thoughts, they were once again lost. A finger slipped its way down, and your hips lifted themselves, before Luba pressed them back down.

“Ah, we can’t have that now. I’m a teaser, you can’t be having release before it’s suitable.” he tutted, breaking the kiss and making his way down to your breasts which he kissed tenderly, then he squeezed them with his free hand, lips moving to tease your nipple.

He continued on his trail down, kissing down your belly and over your pubic mound. His eyes glanced back up at you as he breathed onto you, uttering a small gasp from you. He chuckled, then he took the finger that had previously been inside you and sucked it into his mouth. He made a wonderful noise, and you moved your hips gently, and he took your queue and gently pushed a finger into your hole, his tongue gently flicking your clit. You’d lost your breath multiple times, and he added a second finger, pumping the two in and out of you, a lewd squelching sound coming from the intrusions.

Luba continued to work on your clit, moving from from licking to suckling, and you were extremely glad your hips were down, or else his face would be a lot more ruined than it already is. Soon enough, his fingers were moving at almost lightning speed, and they curved so wonderfully inside you, and you moved your hips just right. You came extremely hard around his fingers, and he got an eyeful of your body as your back arched. Once you’d recovered, he gently slipped his fingers out, and once again stuck them in his mouth.

“You taste wonderful, just so you know. I bet you like someone eating you out like that, hmm? Such a naughty girl.” he teased, slowly jacking himself off over you.

His hand made small motions over his cock, teasing the head just a little. Slick noises escaped from his hand, and he held back a moan as he stroked himself slowly. Luba sauntered his way over to the bedside table and slipped a condom over his length, slowly, something like a strip tease. He stepped over to you and tapped the head of his dick against your pussy, and he paused to talk to you.

“You ready?” he asked, gently looking into your eyes.

You slowly nodded, and he slipped into you, inch by inch. Your legs spread as he pressed into you, and you looked up to his face, which was contorted in pleasure. He bit his lip with an effort, and a moan escaped from his mouth, a whimper from yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good against me. So tight and wet for me, yeah?” he purred, leaning down to kiss your neck, trying to find a fresh spot for a bite. “I can feel you clenching around me, so desperate, huh? Want someone to fill you up so bad, huh?” he mumbled.

You moaned at those words, and he grinned at you. Luba slowly pulled out, and slipped back in, hips flush against yours. He breathed and put your legs on his hips, then began thrusting into you, slowly at first. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, and soon enough, your vocal chords began to act accordingly as well. Luba’s breathing picked up, and his hips began to circle instead of a slow movement, and your breath hitched when the upper part of his hip brushed against your clit, and you couldn’t utter out any words besides a quiet “fuck” every now and then. He acted in a similar way, and every angle change resulted in an sharp inhale, accompanied with a whine.

Luba picked his pace up in a major way, and held your hips in place so he could pound you into the mattress. Your hands reached for something, anything to grab onto you practically screamed in his ears, praises hopping out of your mouth left and right. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt Luba penetrate you again and again. Your tits bounced at the force of his movements, and you clenched and unclenched around his cock. One of Luba’s hands reached down to rub against your clit, and you lasted a couple seconds more before clenching and spilling around his length, wetness creating a moist spot on the bed. Luba gently slowed down inside of you, head tucked into your neck. He kissed the spot every now and then, and he pulled out completely.

“You can fuck me doggy style if needed. You deserve a release as well.” you whisper, wiggling against him.

‘Well now that you’ve invited me.” he said, chuckling before gently adjusting you to the mentioned position, and he kissed along your back before pushing into once more, light resistance. He moaned loudly at the angle, and his hands took position at your hips.

It didn’t take long for Luba to find his pace again, which was unrelenting, rough, pelvis breaking. You could hear his breath hitch every time he got a preferable angle for himself, and his hands moved to spank your ass, not an unwanted gesture. He roughly squeezed two handfuls of your ass, pleasantly surprised with the whines he got in response from you.

“More.” you pleaded, to which he responded with twin slaps, not stopping his thrusts.

“Oh fuck yeah, so fucking naughty. God, I bet you get off from me slapping you. Fuck, just wanna stuff my fucking dick up your pussy and fill you.” he stuttered out.

You pushed back against Luba, and his grip on your hips began to become a bit bruising, (just enough), and your elbows failed you, and you collapsed, face shoved against the bedspread. Luba continued his pace and reached around to rub your clit, and you felt as if you’d burst from the pleasure from him absolutely ruining you. You heard his breathing pick up once more, and out of your peripheral vision, you saw his head thrown back, sweat covered chest glistening. The thought of him being purely enthralled in lust had to cumming again before you knew it, and Luba gave one last cry before bending down to bite your shoulder, quite hard. He rutted against you, and brought himself to a harsh climax, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna cum! Oh, so good for me.” he yelled, eyes closed tightly. You felt him release into the condom, and he collapsed on the side of the bed, catching his breath. His body was wracked with aftershocks, and he quietly stroked your leg. You found it comforting, and he got up after a couple minutes, getting rid of the condom.

You recovered as well, and when you tried getting up, Luba caught you before you fell. You giggled at not being able to walk, and you got your clothes on a bit slower than usual, and Luba helped you out of the door.

“Bye darling. You’ll be back. I just know you will.” he whispered, folding his arms against his chest.

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#luba smut #luba (mute) smut #robert sheehan character fic

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iohourtime · 4 years

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Kiokuya (The Memory Eraser) Review - With Spoilers

Since I read the book, sort of followed the filming progress, and read a bunch of interviews (that all sounded the same after a while), I should finish off by writing a review for the movie itself!

Thanks to the pandemic, I was stuck at home watching Netflix for 7 months, so I’ve watched all sorts of movies & TV; sadly most are in the average to crappy category. To me, Kiokuya was probably in the average to slightly above average category. In other words, there are elements I like and there are things I feel the movie can improve on.

The review is a bit long since apparently I have a lot of thoughts about the script.😅 I pretty much summed up my thoughts in the “theme” section. If you are interested in the book / movie differences & things from the DVD visual commentary, I included those in the script & characters section. (Movie Walker included highlights from the visual commentary here.) . If you want to discuss the movie but don’t want to put spoilers on Twitter, leave me a message.

Theme:

The movie’s main theme is obviously about memory. If a memory is making your life miserable, or even stopping you from living, is it better to erase it? Or do all memories, even bad ones, shape you as a human? If someone’s memory of you is gone, are you killed in their minds? If you think someone is better off forgetting you, do you have the right to ask Kiokuya to erase their memories of you? Are the memories gone forever? If you have the power to erase someone’s memory, what are your responsibilities? And to some extent, what are the criteria to evaluate each request and what due diligence should you do before you accept this task? These were the questions the movie wanted you to ask. You know because the movie kept hitting you on the head through the dialogue! That’s probably my main complaint about the movie.

I didn’t study film so I don’t know the theories, but I think being heavy handed at telling you what you should be thinking is like listening to a textbook; it robs the audience of the chance to experience and internalize what they saw, and as a result, they are less able to connect emotionally to the film. That’s not to say people are not moved by the movie and empathize with the characters. I feel that it had more to do with the actors than the script though.

I think the cinematography was generally nice. I liked how they used the drone shots to film the beautiful Hiroshima scenery. The sunset scene was beautiful. The music did not seem intrusive. Other than that, I’m not sure I have more to say. (Fine. Yamada looked good in the plaid shirts and his hair was on point.)

Script vs Book: (Spoiler alert from here on!)

Kiokuya, the movie, was an adaptation of a “horror” novel of the same name. Although there were horror elements, mostly because Kiokuya was kind of a shadowy figure, even the novel itself was focused more on humanity. The original story was divided into 4 parts; the first 3 parts were really 3 separate short stories that explored different reasons people have for wanting their memories erased. The final part was about Kiokuya herself. The Ryoichi character simply served as a bridge between the stories. Here’s a brief description:

Kyoko - A while ago, she was attacked in a dark alley but was saved at the last minute. Even though she was unharmed, she developed a crippling phobia of the dark, so she locked herself inside her home at night and was not able to live a normal life. She and Ryoichi were kinda but not really dating, and Ryoichi, being a typical guy, figured he could fix her. Kyoko tried everything but as a last resort, she asked Kiokuya to erase her memory of the attack. Since her relation with Ryoichi was based almost entirely on overcoming the phobia, she forgot him too. Through this incident, Ryoichi remembered how Maki had her memory erased when she was 5 or 6 - she saw her mom confessing to her dad that she had an affair with her uncle. Kiokuya might have erased Maki’s memory a second time when she was 10-12. Finally, he realized he “forgot” about his year-long investigation of Kiokuya with Takahara & others. It seemed like he was doggedly pursuing Kiokuya because he felt violated more than his undying love for Kyoko. In his own words, he didn’t try to rebuild his relationship with Kyoko again after she forgot about him. There was nothing stopping him, so his feelings towards Kyoko were not that deep.

Takahara - He was a 30 year old ikemen lawyer, though like the movie, he was dying. The chapter focused on his touching friendship with his assistant. Takahara was also close with Nanami, a suicidal, 17-year-old daughter of a client who became very attached to him. When Takahara found out Nanami planned to kill herself after he died, he asked Kiokuya to erase her memory of him so that she would live on.

Misao & Kaname - They were childhood friends and Misao started crushing on Kaname. She confessed and was rejected, but after that, they were not able to be friends like before. She figured if she erased everything about Kaname, they may be able to start over and become friends again without the awkward feelings.

Maki - Ryoichi thought Maki was looking for Kiokuya to erase some unpleasant memories. Then he found out she was Kiokuya, who inherited her ability from her grandfather. In the end, Maki confessed to the burden of being Kiokuya and Ryoichi told her he would support her and that she didn’t have to do it alone. Maki decided to erase anything Kiokuya related in his memory, but their friendship remained intact. Oh, Maki was 17 in the book and also had a crush on Ryoichi. She erased his memories many times before. Like in the movie, she also would like Ryoichi to love her just once, although he never ever saw her as anyone other than his annoying little sister. 😅

The director of the movie, Hirakawa Yuichi, also wrote or co-wrote the script. While the movie stuck to the themes of the novel, the motivations were completely different. Kyoko and Misao were both rape victims, Takahara now wanted to protect his young daughter from the sadness of his death, and Maki was herself kidnapped by a psychopath when she was a kid. I guess Hirakawa needed to pump up the drama and felt the stakes were not high enough for a 2 hour movie? There is always some uneasiness with using rape and trauma to move the story along. I guess there is a difference between this and the usual example of “fridging a female character”, i.e. kill a love interest of the hero to motivate him on some journey. Ryoichi was motivated by being erased and he actually gradually realized he should not push for restoring Kyoko’s memories if it was her wish. He only found out what happened to her at the end of the movie. Considering their relationship in the movie was a lot more serious, they couldn’t really use the phobia of darkness reason. However, it would also take something really big for Kyoko to want her memory erased while not talking to Ryoichi beforehand. Anyway, I really don’t see a way out of this.

For Misao though, I didn’t think they needed to make her a victim of the same serial rapist, especially when they use the same reason as the book for erasing Kaname. I suppose they need to explain why Nanami (and later Ryoichi) was looking into them? But they could just have the doctor referred the case (who appeared to be breaking doctor-patient confidentiality?! Just me?) In fact, the whole Misao / Kaname storyline didn’t really do much other than allowing Ryoichi to find out from Kaname that Kiokuya was a young girl.

Maki’s childhood trauma was also a bit excessive. I can’t see it as anything other than to get Ryoichi out to Hiroshima to talk to Grandpa. While finding out mom was “dealing with” uncle would be traumatic for a young child, it might not be dramatic enough for a movie.

Ryoichi & Maki’s origins were also changed. They were now raised in Hiroshima and moved to Tokyo to attend university. The only reason was to place Grandpa-Kiokuya in Hiroshima after the bombing. While I liked the grandpa scene, was it necessary? They already covered the “Kiokuya after WWII” with the interview with the elderly woman. I think they could still keep Grandpa, since he was Kiokuya (and ironically suffering from Alzheimer’s) but maybe just skip the elderly woman part and use those minutes to build Ryoichi & Kyoko’s relationship!

Upgrading Ryoichi & Kyoko’s relationship to being engaged gave him more incentive to look for Kiokuya, but all we got to see was 1 proposal scene and some snapshots, which made it harder for us to understand the loss Ryoichi experienced when Kyoko forgot him. Ultimately, I feel that more time should be given to the “before” times. They don’t even need that much. If done effectively like the movie Searching with John Cho, 5 minutes or so of clips would be enough to get us to care more. I’m not saying people won’t care, but it’s true that there are people who didn’t quite feel it. Yamada basically had to sell it with longing looks at Renbutsu, so how deeply you feel for them depends on whether you buy it or not.

Takahara’s story might have been changed because of who they cast. Also, Takahara & Nanami’s relationship in the book was kinda weird, considering Nanami actually loved him and she was 17 while he was 30. I definitely cannot agree with how Movie Takahara wanted to erase his daughter’s memory to spare her the pain of losing him. It reminded me of that Black Mirror episode where the mom put in a blocker to shield her daughter from bad things. It ended up messing up the girl & broke their relationship. Young children are resilient and the sadness would eventually change into something else, which would shape their characters. Also, just because she forgot her birth father didn’t mean she would suddenly get along with her stepfather. I won’t even get into the whole consent thing. It was a good thing Maki did not follow through.

Less good was what Movie Maki did to Ryoichi & Kyoko though. When I found out Movie Ryoichi & Kyoko were engaged instead of “pre-dating” like in the book, I was quite worried they would have Movie Maki erase Ryoichi from Kyoko’s mind for selfish reasons. I was hoping that maybe he got erased by mistake, but unfortunately, the script did go with the jealousy angle, which made Maki extremely unsympathetic.

In the visual commentary, they said they rewrote the ending because it didn’t fit. Maki erased her entire existence from Ryoichi's mind as penance for what she did. (I think initially, they were going with the book ending where Maki just erased Kiokuya from his head.) In the end, the actual cut used in the movie was more ambiguous - they “left it to the audience” to decide how much Maki erased and whether Ryoichi & Kyoko got a second chance at happiness. (The director said it ended on a hopeful note. Take it how you want.)

It’s unclear if Movie Maki erased Ryoichi’s memories more than once, but Book Maki had done it many times. Even though Book Maki seemed more responsible with her powers and didn’t slip up like Movie Maki, she did wipe part of Ryoichi’s memories without his consent. Ryoichi said that she didn’t have to do this alone and she could lean on him, so why didn’t she? Also, losing all that memory got to have some long term effect on him, right? In the movie, it was worse because Maki took the “easy” way out by erasing herself. Yes, she was punishing herself, but shouldn’t the more courageous thing to do was to own up to what she had done and work for Ryoichi’s (& Kyoko’s) forgiveness?

Speaking of Ryoichi’s forgiveness, I actually saw some viewers calling Ryoichi a cad for telling Maki that he would always protect her and be by her side to protect her. Apparently they seemed to think he was in love with Maki and forgot all about Kyoko. Well, I think in that moment, there were 3 things going on: 1) Takahara told him that it was better to forgive and that there will be justice in other ways, 2) he understood why it was devastating to Kyoko to remember what happened and 3) Maki was like his little sister. His immediate desire to comfort his friend overrode the anger and betrayal he might have felt. Had Maki not erased his memory around 2 minutes after, who knew if they would have a more substantial talk? He didn’t even have a chance to talk to Kyoko. (I suspect Maki would have tried to “spare him” by erasing his relationship with Kyoko as well. He still ended up at the cafe because he could remember physically going there a lot.)

Overall, I think the movie was a bit unfocused due to some extraneous storylines and having too much exposition, which was a disservice to some of the characters. It failed to show how their relationships build, like Ryoichi & Takahara became buddies over what seemed like a week! I wish they trimmed a couple of the minor stories and used that time to go deeper on the main lines.

Characters / Actors:

Yoshimura Ryoichi (Yamada Ryosuke)

I was watching the movie and halfway through when it hit me… Yamada’s Ryoichi was… normal? I mean obviously quite good looking in the boy-next-door kind of way, but Ryoichi was a regular, run-of-the-mill university student, who was normally an optimistic and forgiving but happened to be dealing with heartbreak at the moment. Seriously, if you’ve watched Yamada’s other works, his characters are usually kind of comedic, sort of pathetic, occasionally brilliant, psychotic, or… non-human. (Very odd roles for a Johnny’s actor.) He probably has not been this normal since the 24Hr drama. He still cried a lot, so that’s familiar.

OK, let’s get back on topic. Since Book Ryoichi functioned more as a character that connects the short stories rather than a real character, I didn’t have hopes for the movie version. Surprisingly, Movie Ryoichi came across as a real person and I did care what happened to him. While we didn’t get to see how Ryoichi & Kyoko were in happier times, he was able to convey the longing and slight awkwardness in their interaction when he tried to talk to her after. Similarly, in the scene where he learned of Takahara’s death, you could tell what was going through his mind even though he said nothing. Same with the final “confrontation” with Maki. Even though he didn’t say much, his eyes conveyed the emotions subtly: the longing, shock, confusion, etc. Overall, he was quite subtle and natural. As the articles say, he managed to “suppress his aura” and played an average guy. I hope he can play more of these subtle types of roles in future. (It is unfortunate that a lot of people have preconceived notions about Johnny’s actors, to put it politely. It’s like the reverse of the “fan blinder” that we sometimes get accused of having.)

Now there are some discussions as to whether he overacted in the crying scenes. The main “crying” scenes were probably 1) confession to grandpa in Hiroshima, 2) in the rain, and 3) reading the letter. I’ve seen people say he overacted in either 1) or 2).

When I first watched the Hiroshima scene, I did feel that his crying may have been a bit much because I was watching the movie with just Japanese subtitles, so I missed an important detail: Ryoichi told his mom he was going to Hiroshima to confront his past. When you consider that Ryoichi had been carrying the guilt for “causing” Maki’s kidnapping for 15 years, it was totally reasonable for him to prostrate himself in front of Grandpa. He would also be relieved when Grandpa told him the statute of limitation was over and he should forgive himself. As an aside, according to the director in the visual commentary, Yamada cried in the first take of the scene. Hirakawa said “Aren’t you crying too much?” Yamada said “OK, I’ll do another take without crying.” However, when the Director was cutting the movie together, he suddenly saw Ryoichi’s mental journey and ended up using the first take because it was the logical conclusion to the closure he got.

In the rain scene, he just learned about Kyoko’s attack. Knowing how much hurt she endured and how he did nothing to support and comfort her, he was still in a state of shock when he got knocked down. Then the dam burst and he cried hysterically. That seemed quite reasonable to me. I was more shocked that nobody checked on the guy who fell on the pavement and was crying. Pedestrians were cold! So I don’t really understand the objection to that scene. Maybe they thought this was something that happened a while ago and/or he didn’t love Kyoko that much, so he wouldn’t be that emotional?

I don’t think people have issues with the letter scene? Narratively, it made the most sense since he was close with Takahara, who was literally speaking to him from the grave via the letter. Oh, they talked about filming the letter scene in the visual commentary. Yamada was just reading the letter in silence and they added in Takahara’s narration in post production. Since he wanted to save the emotional outburst for the real take, he did not dare to look at the letter during the rehearsal.

One last thing, Yamada and Yoshine spoke in Hiroshima-ben when they were talking amongst each other. I have horrible listening skills and while I think he used some slang or phrasing, his accent still seemed mostly Kanto. It’s like if I call a bunch of people “wankers” with a Canadian accent; it doesn’t make me sound English. Maybe someone can tell me just how well (or not) he did.

Kawai Maki (Yoshine Kyoko)

I have only watched Yoshine in the drama Stay Tuned and I liked her there. She played this airhead character who could be super annoying if the balance was off, yet she came across as likeable. I think she portrayed Maki very well in this movie. Of course, I knew she was Kiokuya going in, so even at the beginning, you could see some of her subtle reactions to the Kiokuya discussions. I really liked her chemistry with Yamada - they felt like they could have been lifelong friends. While she played the annoying little sister part quite well, you could also see the pain she felt when she had to make difficult choices like erasing Nanami’s memory. Throughout the movie, you could sense her regret for what she did to Ryoichi. Her emotions in the final scene were also very raw. While Maki’s characterization was problematic, Yoshine was really good at playing that character and you might even be sympathetic towards her. Also, I feel that her Hiroshima-ben might be more on point? Some people didn’t buy that she was in love with Ryoichi the whole time. I thought the flashbacks made it pretty clear but I’ve also read the book, so there’s that.

In the visual commentary, they were talking about their various acting styles. Yoshine said she carried her emotions with her even after the director shouted cut. So when she was shooting the last scene, she was still crying furiously afterwards. Yamada said she was like an acting monster - she could get right into the emotions even during the table read. It was funny how different she is from Yamada and Renbutsu. They are the flip-the-switch type - when the director yells cut, it was like they woke up from a dream into a different world. She also apologized to Yamada when they were watching the scene where she confessed to selfishly erasing Kyoko’s memory of Ryoichi.😅

Takahara Tomoaki (Sasaki Kuranosuke)

I have not seen Sasaki’s other projects, so I had no idea what to expect. His Takahara came across as pretty charming, easy going, and playful, though you could feel his love for his daughter and the hard decision he had to make. He also had a natural chemistry with the other cast and was very believable. While I disagree with what Takahara wanted, Sasaki’s acting as Takahara made sense. I don’t know what more to say. It is probably expected since he is a veteran and is generally well regarded as an actor.

Sawada Kyoko (Renbutsu Misako)

I have only seen Renbutsu in Hagaren. I liked her character there. I also liked how Yamada decided to break the ice with her back then by asking if she has any friends. (She had more friends than him. 😅) To be honest, there wasn’t much for her to do in this movie, although I think she was believable as the very confused Kyoko. She was apprehensive about Ryoichi in the “after” scenes, who was honestly coming across too strong. I don’t think Ryoichi & Kyoko really had crackling sexual chemistry based on the proposal scene, but they seemed like a cute couple. They were pretty cute together in the behind-the-scenes featurette when they took the “dating photos”. I wish those dates were included in the movie.

Conclusion:

As you can see above, I have some general issues about the script but I think the actors elevated the story. The movie could have been better if it streamlined some of the storylines. Right now, it was trying to go for a deeper message but the stories themselves were a bit too superficial to accomplish that. I suppose the problem was that the original novel was more like an anthology of short stories dealing with memory, so it was hard to create a through line for a movie.

#Kiokuya #anata ha wasurenai #yamada ryosuke #yoshine kyoko #sasaki kuranosuke #renbutsu misako #review #spoilers #the memory eraser

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magical-gays-au-fanartfunart · 5 years

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Aftermath (can we hang out?)

Summary: Superhero AU- Logan is officially promoted to group Mom-friend. Virgil attempts to be a normal friend-person.

Ships: Logicality and Prinxiety (most of this one is platonic logince and some creatwins tbh)

Warnings: Remus has bad humor, mentions of gore, really light sexual innuendos, death/injury mention, intrusive thoughts (moreso an allusion to them rather than anything), pain/injury, destruction, crying, black-out mention, most of this is like.... aggressively hurt/comfort.

Tell me if anything else needs a warning!

Words: 1580ish

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Remus had a backpack slung over one shoulder. Legs dangling over the side of the window, eyes focused down at the roof of the balcony below.

“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Remus hissed under his breath, not looking up towards his twin.

Roman frowned, “Because I’m your brother. How about that?”

An uncannily wide smile fell upon his lips, turning to lean against the windowsill, “Oh, I forgot that. So sorry.”

Roman shook his head, “Ya’ know... Since when did you get so snarky?”

“Since when did you get so snuffy?” Remus snapped back, eyes narrowed.

“Dee’s rubbing off on you.”

Remus’s eyes lit up, “Ooh-”

Roman swore. “Ohmygod. Don’t! Why do you even like those kinds of jokes-”

Remus smirked, “I may be as ace as a train, but it’s wonderful to see everyone cringe.”

“Why is a train ace?”

“Because instead of smashing like a car, it crushes its enemies underneath without interest or-”

Roman snorted, face turning a bright shade of red, “I loathe that analogy. Hell’s Bells, why did I even ask?”

Remus rolled his eyes, pumping his leg dangling outside, “At least some of my jokes can get across.”

Roman watched his twin glance back down at the ground below, fumbling with a thread pulled off of the fraying strap of his backpack. Remus turned away, shifting to lean just minutely more out the window.

“You ever think about jumping out of a moving car?” Remus’s voice carried a heaviness to it that Roman knew all too well. But. Not quite as well as he once had.

“You ever think about jumping into a magic portal, running away into fairyland? Roman asked in return. It felt weird. Uttering such unfamiliarly familiar words. Worn away by time.

“Yeah, something like that.” Remus sniffed, “But with less sunshine and rainbows, more gore. That unicorn should’ve stabbed the knights.”

“You always hated all that fluff anyways,” Roman whispered. He folded his arms over the windowsill next to his sibling, seemingly under the pretense of looking at the moon hanging over the horizon.

“How do you do it?”

Roman raised a brow, glancing at Remus through the corner of his eyes, “I manage a lot of stuff I shouldn’t be able to. What do you mean?”

“Live with all their expectations?” Remus huffed, “Hell, you’ve even got a whole town full of expectations on you now, and no mask to hide behind anymore.”

Roman shrugged, eyes focused on the early stars. “I don’t know.” A beat of silence. They never did silence well. “....Just, place a crown on top of your head and pretend it never falls off.”

All Remus replied with was a shake of his head. His breath hiccuped, and that could’ve been passed off as a laugh if Roman’s shirt wasn’t being used as a handkerchief in the seconds that followed.

All Roman did in return was hug him a little tighter, and tug him away from the window.

-Now 2 years later-

Everything came back slowly and seemingly at once. Roman blinked a few times. Everything felt just a bit heavy and a touch sore. A gentle, distinct pressure of fingertips carded through his hair. Keeping his head up. Roman took in another breath, swallowing dryly, as he leaned his weight onto his elbows. Somebody’s hand was on his chest.

“Slowly, slowly- don’t sit up quite yet. Don’t want you passing out again.” He glanced up at Logan. Oh, Logan was holding him.

Roman took in a heavy breath and frowned. Logan decidedly read the expression as a question.

“Your oxygen intake was extremely light for about 3 minutes, 30 seconds and you were unconscious for approximately 15 minutes. Saying in a level position will allow a more evenly dispersed amount of oxygen flow to your head and body. And prevent lightheadedness,” Logan glanced down, eyes narrowing. “So stay put.”

Roman grunted, slumping against Logan’s hold. They sat in silence for a beat. Roman sighed, glancing toward the relatively empty space around them. “Anybody hurt?”

“Besides yourself?” Logan huffed, “Several students and staff have some scrapes and relatively minor injuries, only two students have injuries that require hospitalization.” Logan glanced down at Roman as the teen stiffened. Logan attempted a reassuring smile, which might have seemed simply uncomfortable in any other situation. “It’s just a couple of broken bones.”

Roman sighed, shoulders relaxing ever so minutely. “That’s good.”

“The school has been since called to evacuate.” Eyes wandering across the horizon, Logan swallowed, “I uh, called your parents. They never answered the phone.”

Roman nodded, “That- yeah, uh, they’re out.”

“Where? Who’s cell should I call?”

“I don’t know! It doesn’t-” Roman let out a huff, moving to shove himself from Logan’s arms, “It’s fine.”

Logan frowned, eyes flickering over Roman as he stood, legs slightly shaky. “Patton would very likely allow you to stay over at his place if you need to-”

Roman shook his head, he winced and gingerly pressed a hand against his temple, “I’ll be okay alone, alright?” Roman glanced around, “Where even is Pat?”

“He is- He and ...a student, are talking with the authorities.”

“What about Anxiety- I thought I heard him-”

Logan pursed his lips, “He, um. He was rather… rattled, so to speak, so… Thomas was going to talk to him.”

Roman scanned the crowd of students and staff, frowning. “Did you uh, happen to know what happened to Virgil- ya’know, that emo-y kid, he’s got a big black plaid hoodie on all the time-”

“With Patton.”

“Oh.” Roman nodded, “Okay. Okay. So he’s alright?”

Logan smiled minutely, “Yes. He’s okay. Just worried. Now-” Logan collected a juice box from beside him and patted the bench beside him, “Sit your stupid heroic butt down,” Logan stabbed the small straw through the juice box, holding it up, “and get some electrolytes and sugars in you. I promised that paramedic I’d force you to be healthy.”

Roman stuck out his tongue, but complied.

Virgil tapped his foot impatiently as he fiddled with his phone, “Can- Can I go now?”

The police officer glanced at him, “Your parent picking you up?”

Virgil glanced at Patton, who was now scanning the crowd. Virgil nodded, “Yeah, they’re probably gonna be by the back entrance so I’m just gonna-” Virgil vaguely pointed in that direction and then dashed off. If anyone protested, he didn’t hear it.

He skidded to a halt just behind Roman and Logan’s resting spot, their voices low.

Virgil cleared his throat and walked gingerly up to them, picking at the hem of his hoodie.

“Fine. I can call Dee I guess. Pat barely knows how to say no, I’m not gonna ask him.”

“Oh come on. He would offer himself if he knew-”

“I’m not. Asking. Pat.” Roman snapped his head towards Virgil and his eyes widened.

Virgil’s lips twitched into a lopsided smile as his eyes flickered to anywhere but Roman’s face.

“Hello Virgil,” Logan said conversationally, as if they’d met in a grocery store rather than outside an evacuated school.

Virgil nodded, “Hey.” He glanced over the pair and sighed, “I-”

“Are you ok?” Roman blurted, “I mean-” he vaguely waved at Virgil as a whole.

Virgil nodded again, heavily aware of every movement and sound. Virgil nodded once more, almost in an attempt to prevent another nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.” He jerked his head in Roman’s direction, “You ok?”

Roman smiled, “Practically perfect. Just a bit sore and maybe a touch bruised up.” He shrugged, “Had worse.”

“Yeah I know.” Virgil muttered darkly under his breath. Before Roman could open his mouth to inquire on That line of thought, Virgil tilted his head, “What are you not asking Mor- Patton?”

“Roman’s family is currently out of town apparently and I didn’t wish him to go home alone as he did pass out and someone should be observing him for at least overnight in case anything were to occur-”

“We get it Nerd-Mom.”

“Nerd-Mu- That is certainly not one of your better nicknames.”

Roman gasped, leaning back and pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m wounded! I get an excuse!”

Virgil subdued a huff of a laugh and glanced at the concrete, “I- uh,” he made an aborted gesture, “If you uh, really need somewhere to stay I suppose- If you want to that is- I could ask my mom- if you could stay the night?”

Roman stilled, “I-” He shook his head, “I don’t wanna impose-”

Virgil smirked, “You? Sir Got-the-Whole-Class-to-Sing-Non-Stop-During-History-Class, not wanting to impose?

Roman ducked his head, “Mr. Tege deserved it and you know it.”

Virgil brushed back his bangs with a huffed laugh. Logan simply rolled his eyes. Virgil leaned down so he caught Roman’s eye. “I’ve found that… I kinda like when you show up and ‘impose.”

“Someone’s gotta get the emo out of his shell.”

Virgil raised a brow, smile becoming crooked and, one might even say a bit dopey.

“What?” Roman whined, “What’s that face for!”

“I just- Didn’t notice that’s what you were doing.”

“Oh my god. I’ve been trying to get you to do more than smirk for like, a week! Come on! I don’t even know if you’ve got pets! By now I at least would know that!”

Logan snorted.

Roman turned, “What are you so amused about?”

Logan shook his head, “I-um, I’ve gotta find Patton. Do- um, do continue.” Logan waved vaguely at the pair and promptly raced away.

“A cat.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve got a cat…”

“Virgil, I believe I am now required to go visit your house. I can’t not meet feline royalty.”

Biting the inside of his lip, Virgil tried his best to subdue a smile. (next)

#Superhero au #Magical Gays au #Virgil Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Remus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #prinxeity #logicality #hurt/comfort #(he was mentioned briefly a couple of times so I'm tagging him)#like the pun in the title? :D #this is probably the Fastest update you'll get for this au Ever #(other than the first 2 updates)#crying #injury #not as heavy as the last update but still read the warnings folks #writing

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ccxminki-blog · 6 years

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winter heat (i/i)

the temperature drops, dragging minki’s motivation down with it. winter is an unnecessary season, he thinks, scowling as he buries his face in his scarf. winter fucking sucks and absolutely nothing will change his opinion on that. by all rights, he should be in bed right now, scrolling through twitter and instagram while tucked comfortably under a thick blanket ( by all rights, he should be caught up in the hectic schedule of a promotion period, but he can’t think about that. bitterness isn’t a good look on him ).

but meeting people means having to leave the dorm to brave the cold. he exhales and watches his breath float up, up, up, until it dissipates. shaking his head, minki looks back down and quickens his pace to keep hayoung in sight. he feels like a dog being called to heel—of course, she’s too polite to say it, but he sees the smugness in the set of her shoulders, the pity in her eyes. having successful friends is a bitch sometimes.

they finally duck into a small hole-in-the-wall cafe, faded posters for idol groups having long since disbanded covering the doors and walls. the food here is awful and the coffee even more so, but it’s private. been a while since minki’s had to worry about privacy, he thinks ruefully. can’t say the same for hayoung—she keeps her shades on once they’re seated, though she does shed the face mask. minki unwinds his scarf and piles it on his lap as hayoung flags the waiter down to order two cups of hot chocolate.

“you could splurge for a coffee,” minki says, raising an eyebrow. “your new mini’s been doing pretty well.”

“i’m cutting caffeine out of my diet,” hayoung responds, but her lips twitch; they both know it’s bullshit. you can’t function in this industry without pumping your veins full of caffeine, amongst other unhealthy shit. “and it’s not really doing that great. do you even know how many copies we’ve sold since release?”

“it was number three on the charts,” minki points out. “and you guys are all over variety and cfs. am i supposed to believe you aren’t making bank?”

hayoung taps her fingers on the table and stares at the s.e.s poster behind minki. “trainee debts,” she says absentmindedly. “we almost broke even this run—but we’re not there yet.”

“ah.” he says. trainee debts is something he understands pretty well, considering he’s still drowning in them. at least hayoung and her group have the opportunity to make money. he’s stuck. his group is stuck in one place while everyone else moves forward around them. defy promised them a comeback this year, but they’re dragging their feet. he doesn’t understand why; they have the song, they have the choreo, they have everything ready.

maybe it’s a money thing. maybe they don’t believe in the group anymore. maybe this is how they quietly pass into obscurity, buried before they even have a chance to show the public what they can do.

his hands are freezing. minki tucks them between his thighs. “sorry; that was pretty assholeish of me.”

“you are an asshole,” hayoung agrees with a smile. “but i get it? you guys haven’t had a comeback in ages.” she tilts her head to the side. “i don’t get why you haven’t left yet.”

“left?” minki echoes. left, as in left the group?

“oh, come on. you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

minki shifts uncomfortably. this is a question he doesn’t want to answer, not now and maybe never.

of course he’s thought about it every now and then, intrusive thoughts that settle into his brain when he’s eating dinner with the rest of the group or alone in the practice room once again, going over choreography of old songs. of course he thinks about it when he calls home to ask about his brother ( no change ) or goes to the league headquarters with bloodied knuckles, exhaustion creeping into his bones as he picks monster guts off his clothes. of course he’s thought about it as he sees old friends perform on television, watching their songs climb up the charts, as he does vlives that are the equivalent of screaming into the void.

he’s thought about leaving a thousand times, but he refuses to give up just like that. he can’t, he’s sacrificed too much to get here. is there any point to throwing it all away to start again, especially when there’s no guarantee that lighting can strike twice.

( lighting, he thinks, or aku. the chances are still the same ).

“no,” minki says finally. “i haven’t thought about it.” the lie tastens ashen on his tongue.

hayoung looks unconvinced, but she leans forward and rests her elbows on the table. “i forgot how stubborn you were. i worry about you sometimes, you know?”

“yeah, well, you shouldn’t. i’ll be fine.” he says it with enough conviction to sound sincere, but the truth is, minki doesn’t know. still, now and as always, minki will take care of things on his own. he’ll be fine, in the end.

#( solos . )#( i will do more plotting later but here's a quick crappy solo )#( minki struggles )

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