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otrtbs · 3 months

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me when i make regulus write a parting letter to james like:

I'm sorry your mom never liked me when I met her that once. I wish I had enough time to change her mind about me. I wish we could've met under better circumstances; maybe then, things would’ve gone differently. I think about it all now and then- that summer I visited your house. All the flowers were in bloom, and the air smelled so sweet. You had a cat named Champ. Do you remember when I reached down to pet her and she purred and offered up her whiskered cheek to my palm? You looked at me like I belonged there, at your house. In your life. I knew then that I’d never see that cat again. I'm sorry you didn't. I'm sorry you believed in me enough for the both of us.

#this is just a small portion of course #it's actually much longer n such #idk what this is i just felt like putting this somewhere #so im slapping it up on my blog #i love you stream of consciousness-esque thoughts #nat writes

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deus-and-the-machina · 9 months

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I think an underlooked part of what shaped jin’s mindset was how even back in Torna, he was considered “property”. He and Lora spent their whole lives avoiding the authorities of Torna because they believed would straight up execute Lora to get Jin back, and no one ever denies it. and this has seemingly been a fear since Lora was a child. Jin had to hide his face everywhere he went. Maybe Torna wouldn’t have been cruel enough to execute a child, especially since the king seemed decent(?) enough, if not a bit distant. But the fact it was even a fear at all for Lora since she was so young is just awful to think about.

According to his past self’s journals, Jin and his old driver fought in a war of independence for Torna, perhaps what made him a hero to begin with. and because he’s a war hero for deeds he doesn’t even remember, the kingdom considers him owned by them. Which is on the nose in two different ways ngl. Both in how the Blades are seen and a wider metaphor of soldiers/state. idk it’s just very sad to think about

#I think a lot of people (esp people who dont really interact with the actual story of 2) boil jins motives down to lora too often #like yes her death sent him spiraling but his actual motives dont like. actually have much to do with her directly. it contributed to his #bad mental state that allowed him to get to that point but he still has plenty of reasons to hate how blades are treated and hes right!#its also why 'lora wouldn't have wanted this' doesnt really matter to him. yeah she wouldnt have. she's also been dead for ages so what does #it matter? like hes definitely not coping healthily mans is constantly retraumatizing himself by keeping her body around but like #he knows she's dead hes accepted it so hes doing better than N at least! jin hates being immortal but he stays alive to keep Loras memory #alive. but the longer he lives the more and more awful shit he sees and the more it breaks him. but he cant die bc then the only person left #who really knew lora would be gone (Minoth is alive too but he knew her for like several weeks at most alsfjakfjljfsa) and thats the curse #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #jin #siren says

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gurorori · 3 months

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as much as the argument of 'aros can still date/aces can still have sex' is important to keep in mind because of technicalities and the people who those stamensts do apply to, something i always felt is it slowly starts sounding a lot like 'hey we're not like totally weird and unlike the rest, like some of us still do The Thing okay? we totally still can do The Thing! not so different after all!' and that always made me feel a bit icky. like as if you're trying to justify the identities even existing in the first place, as if you're bargaining

asexuality and aromanticism are both meaningful identities and deserving of recognition and respect, regardless of if they can still replicate or engage in expected societal frameworks of behaviour

#if this is entirelt out of place im sorry 😭#im the girl who while no longer identifies as ace and arospec (but used to very strongly for years) feels very. much. for the communities #and i know ppl who sau this don't necessarily always do so in bad faith but the mroe i hear this the more it loses meaning to me especially #when it's said in rebuttal to like. ppl wanting like actual representation and not 'oh this character is ace but does end up having sex #but but still ace :]]]' and vice versa #like it can definitely be rooted in. disrespect. and lack of care for the identity as a whole.#when the majority of ace/aro people are likely not in that bracket and have their own boundaries n stuff going on #removed from sex and from romance

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plposting · 1 year

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After Azran Legacy Descole was left with a lot of clothes, personal items, and various souvenir trinkets left behind by the other former passengers of the Bostonious none of which was ever properly retrieved due to the groups sudden parting.

Rather than throwing it all out Descole has been trying to covertly return all items back to their original owners and because it’s Descole he’s probably returning the objects and whatnot in the most complicated way possible over a period of time.

Auroras stuff in particular remains safely stored in a box on the Bostonious.

#professor Layton #jean descole #desmond sycamore #gens musings #wowie headcanons :)#azran legacy #i was thinking about how everyone in the bostonious crew was suckered into buying one of those popono souvenirs #and how Des was ultimately left with a hoard of them because there's no way that anyone got to properly collect their stuff #before having to rush off to the Azran sanctuary #thoroughly amused by the thought of Des trying to offload some of this stuff for way longer than needbe bc hes trying to be sneaky about it #like maybe he could just throw it away but absolutely has this lingering sense of guilt especially with more of the personal items #that would've belonged to the various members that he would now have context for #like idk Des is just standing over the trash with like a teddy bear that Luke owns n he cant bring himself to properly toss it #and raymonds like why dont we just mail them back #n des is like “akshdkajshdkjahsdkhasdk its stupud little beady little eyes have won this encounter- u win this time sir cuddles-”#“had i not known the context of your origins you would have been in a landfill by now”#wonder if emmy wouldve gotten any photos developed on their trip bc oooh the evil thought of des having to review them b4 sending them back #I think there was no attempt to toss auroras stuff at any point i think the guilt would actually kill him #most of her stuff would just comprised of souvenirs gained over the trip #HELP HELP HELP I ELABORATED TOO MUCH IN THE TAGS SORRY

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seahdalune · 1 year

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thank you to divorced people for finally bringing back my motivation to draw again

#papa louie #flipline fanart #artofdalune #no i shit you not this is the first proper art i've made in a WHILE.#for like. the past 9 months i've been on a massive art slump.#i'm still trying to find ways to let myself color without too much strain n shit so sorry if shading looks off #actually it's amazing! i haven't drawn humans properly even longer!#i forgot how much drawing is fun! i love drawing!!! i love seeing my end results and being amazed!!#but most of all...... i love watching hour long youtube documentaries while drawing!!! yippeeee!!!!!!#i should probably say something related about this piece #i think Quimm is funny sorry Quimm fans #everyone either sees them as married or divorced like a schrodinger's cat

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doomedclockworkdotmp3 · 9 months

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ahaaa. redraw of this oldass drawing

#art #my art #digital art #digital illustration #fanart #gintama fanart #sakata ginko #sakata gintoki #gintama #this took me longer than it shouldve #what can i say im lazy as fuck #idk if ive said it here before but it always bares repeating: none of my art is finished im just finished with all my art #i dont go into any piece with like a vision of it im goin purely off vibes n i stop when i think theres nothin else i can do other than jus #startin over #so im not like suuuper happy w this but i do like it better than the original #ur allowed to like the og better but dont tell me bc itll make me sad lmao #haaated the hair & face on the og & i am satisfied w both now #also the lil thing of the pattern was sooo fun to draw i almost put way too much fuckin time into that i actually feel like i did anyways #but im srs its so fun #the strawberry was a pain i made a no strawb vers n i kinda like it more but. i gotta post the strawb version #i put too much effort into the strawberry. and yet. not enough. basically i gave up ✌#its what i do best #um. i might make more gintama art. sorry lol #ik i said it like in the tags on my last post the lil sneak of this piece but like sorry if u followed me for any fandom in particular #i lure u in w 1 good piece for ur fav media & then i disappear for months & come back w a completely different fandom #bait wait and switch #anyways lmfao thats the post

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spinninglightning · 24 days

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whenever i read fics i always end up thinkin of a song for the fic or like, th chapter and then i canr stop associating the fic w/ those songs

#i listen to sm fckn music tht all the songs end up bein wildly diff too #ong i cld make playlists for multi ch fics #*stares at electric rebels*#actually u know what #i will #here r some songs:#our song by matchbox twenty is (early ch) electric rebels treemina coded #butterfly by bts (song is abt the fear of losing a person and in electric rebels this is very much true #everyone has the fear of not only losing their lives but losing their family(+found) as well #time is very much sacred n stuff like that)#humming by turnover (thr lyrics “with you ill make it out alive” sold me on this one)#viva la vida by coldplay specifically for the capital students because of how disillusioned theyve become due to the games #and forming relationships w/ their tribute #really good examples are vipsania and hilarius #rhythm of love by plain white t's makes me think of all the good moments treech n lamina have had despite their circumstances #(its also just a them song in general)#young volcanoes by fall out boy for the tributes!!! it seems light a more lighthearted victory song almost?#a “we will persevere” thing but more full of complete happiness #think abt the scene of teslee mizzen n treech running down the hill in jubilation (obvs before shit went down)#would that i by hozier just makes me think of when treech first met lamina up in the tree #which witch by florence + the machine is definitely for vipsania just before & after the bombing (aspen too but to a lesser degree almost)#“whos a heretic now” “im miles away hes on my mind” yeahhhh #love grows (where my rosemary goes) by edison lighthouse is jst a rlly good treemina song #rousseau by nerina pallot is a good fpr one of the main questions in the fic “are we really born free?”#(no. theyre not they have to work for that freedom. rousseaus main theory specifically the idea of it works really well for this fic #and the hunger games in general)#the promise by when in rome seems to work especially for treech and how he interacts with the others #he always seems to make promises - that theyll live - that he wont leave - that hell take care of the living for the deceased #this ended up sm longer than intended i reached the TAG LIMIT #basil.txt

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lewishamil10n · 10 months

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cough cough 22 + propoganda ship (carlos and lewis)

22. in a rush of adrenaline

He knew what they said about Vegas. He wondered if it applied to Barcelona, too.

It was not time he was on the podium; far from it. But it was the first time he did it at his home race, in Barcelona, and Carlos felt like it was his first win all over again.

He’d been on the podium seventeen times before. It wasn’t a lot, not really, but it was enough to make him realize that there was a sort of routine to it, no matter how exciting it was.

First, the moment when you saw the checkered flag and realized there was no one between you and it.

Second, the whispered prayers that it would stay that way, that no one would sneak up on you and get there first.

Third, the blur of light and sound and everything else as you sped past the finish line.

Fourth, your heart beating rapidfire in your chest, in your arms, in your ears, as you slowed the car.

Fifth, your own harsh breathing in your ears as you thanked your team on the radio, a few whoops thrown in as well, your car slowing to a stop in parc ferme.

Sixth, the weigh in, the interviews, your legs feeling like rubber, your heart still beating like you never left the car, your breaths still coming fast.

Seventh, the cheers of your team ringing through your ears as you stood on the podium, drenched in champagne and grinning ear to ear.

Seventeen podiums was not a lot, but it was enough to know; the adrenaline rush lasted well until after he’d gotten off, until he was in the shower, until he was in his room, his legs still restless, his heart still beating fast, his hands trembling from the vibrations of a phantom steering wheel.

The eighteenth podium was not routine.

For one thing, it was his first ever podium at home. For another, he got to share it with Fernando, which drove the crowd absolutely wild. Never mind that Fernando was glowering on the third step, glaring at both him and Lewis on the top step in turn, as if trying to figure out which one of them had stolen their positions from him (it was neither, but that had never stopped Fernando).

Most other things were the same as before. The elevated pulse, the heavy breathing, the electricity humming in every nerve, waiting for a release. They did the usual song-and-dance of the celebration; champagne everywhere, in his hair and his clothes and his mouth and some in his nose too, and he drenched Fernando in turn, grinning at the way it made Fernando glare harder. Lewis laughed nearby, always delighted in Fernando’s ire, a preserved remnant of a history from a time when Carlos still had baby teeth.

The laugh went straight to his heart, a shock to his system. Carlos had not anticipated that.

Lewis was soaked in champagne too, still laughing as he said something teasingly to Fernando. Carlos swallowed back the sound in his mouth, his eyes following the curve of Lewis’s back, the way his race suit clung to him just right. Objectively, he had always known Lewis was attractive; non-objectively, he was just now beginning to understand why so many people went tongue-tied in his presence.

Later on, he will blame the rush of blood in his ears for his brain not working. He will blame the adrenaline. He will blame the heat of the moment. He will blame the champagne. He will, even foolishly, blame Charles at one point for calling Lewis pretty and getting the idea stuck in his mind.

But there was no hiding it from himself, and in the moment, without sparing a second’s thought for whatever reason, Carlos grabbed the back of Lewis’s neck and kissed him.

The crowd went quiet.

Lewis was still. His mouth tasted like champagne and chewing gum. The mint from the gum was strong enough to burn through Carlos’s sinuses when he inhaled some of it.

“Ay mierda,” muttered Fernando, close enough that Carlos heard it. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Carlos ignored him. He pressed his lips to Lewis’s a bit more desperately.

Absolute silence, everywhere.

Finally, he stopped. Lewis was frozen in place, his mouth falling open slightly once Carlos stopped kissing him. “I—” he began, and then took a deep breath. “Thank you?” he tried, frowning a little.

“Well then,” muttered Bono from somewhere nearby. Carlos didn’t have to look at him to know he was shaking his head.

“You realize that everyone saw this, yes?” Fernando hissed at him.

Carlos had nothing to say to that. He couldn’t take his eyes off Lewis, wondering if he should apologize or just tuck tail, run, and hope that an entire city suffered a sudden and inexplicable bout of amnesia.

“Lewis,” he began.

“It’s fine,” Lewis said at once. “We’ll talk about it later.”

The crowd was starting up again, a low wave of whispers, and then some louder wolf-whistles. There were a few scattered boos, but there was more whistling. Then someone whooped.

“Gave them quite a show,” Lewis said as they stepped off the podium.

“Gave me one too,” Fernando grumbled. “Pendejo.”

“Callate,” hissed Carlos. It was bad enough he’d done it. He didn’t need to hear about it from Fernando of all people. “¿Estás celoso, Fernando?”

The look Fernando gave him could have melted steel.

“I’m still here,” Lewis said mildly. “And I don’t know if Fernando is jealous,” he added, surprising them both, “and I don’t really care, either.”

Carlos shot a smug look at Fernando, who rolled his eyes and stalked off with more muttered curses under his breath. Most of them were insults to Carlos’s intelligence.

Lewis waited until he was gone, and then said, “Don’t do that again.”

Carlos was aware of Bono standing nearby, watching them like he’d assigned himself the role of Lewis’s bodyguard. Sighing, he said, “I am sorry. I didn’t think.”

Lewis considered him for a moment. “It’s fine,” he said again. “My PR team’s overtime pay is coming out of your check, though.”

“Sure,” Carlos said, agreeing readily.

“And you’re going to stop any rumors before they start.”

“Of course.”

“If anyone asks, we are not dating.”

“No, no, of course.”

“That said,” Lewis said after a moment. “Next time, ask nicely beforehand and see where that gets you.”

Carlos stared. “Are you saying—”

Lewis gave him just the barest hint of a smile. “Hasta luego, Carlos.” Then he turned and walked away, leaving Carlos there gaping after him.

He didn’t know if the rule about Vegas applied to Barcelona… but he thought maybe, he wanted to find out.

#WHOA this ended up much longer than i thought #i hope u like it tho !!#asks #unabashedlycasualangel #ask game #my writing #f1 rpf #i.... dont actually know what this ship is called #carlewis #maybe? idk #n e way

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spotsupstuff · 7 months

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here's a neat vid, go watch it if you haven't yet

there's Some things that i don't completely agree with personally, like attributing the Third sin to Materialism rather than Connection (i'd argue that the Ancients had no big issue with being materialistic, considering their golden attires and such- and that going with Connection overall better addresses both the core of Materialism and relationships overall) and then attributing the word Dynasty specifically to asian cultures but that's more history/word definition beef more than anything djgklsjlcgjkd

oh how i'd love to have a debate with this guy about Ancients...

#spot says stuff #rw #history fact: a dynasty was present big time around the years 800-1000 (iirc) on a large territory in eu which included slovakia #at the core of it per its definition a dynasty is just ''the same family ruled over the lands throughout multiple generations'' tho so its-#-not special or anything. with that definition in mind you can see how dynasties were also european things with all the kings and stuff #its just more often used for asian countries cuz they held out longer with the family stuff probably. or all the damn royal family drama-#-that happened there........ my Gods i know only a few chinese stories but Shit man there was a lot djgklsjgld #i wonder if identifying family members in the Ancient society happened through colors... like Sparrows n her siblings are colored from-#-dark blue (Dad's og clrs before turning grey) to turquoise (Inkling) and through this color coordination are the dynasties named #that's some fun thoughts #this video is prompting some neat thoughts.. ego is the culmination of the sins in short is one of them for example #did this guy actually come into contact with shkika or smth. the 'civilization before the ones we recognize as ancients' stuff at the end-#-sounds very familiar. -makes it to the end- Ah. The RW Discord. i wonder where that thought originated n who parroted it from who #☝ personally making the conscious effort to not seep myself into the fandom Too much since i like thinking about this stuff so i dont want-#-any fan-based answers/speculations. just wanna vibe with it uninfluenced n see where that takes me. also the rw discord feels dangerous

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shepards-folly · 4 months

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It wasn’t even really your fault. I don’t know why I can’t let go of it.

You’re allowed to be mad at me! You know that right?

You’re allowed to be hurt, Fin…

#shep arts #colorzas #blueza #finley blueza #orangeza #flynn orangeza #i dont like this drawing all that much #but i convinced my friends to join a call that was just me going insane about an idea I’ll never post about in full so yeah #woe little snippet from a thing i wrote in my head like an hour go be upon ye #these two lost their wings. something something ones stuck in the past while the other is moving on into the future #i both love and hate writing but I do like writing conversations #idk something about words between people comes easier to me than actual scenes n stuff #idk why im in a lineless art era rn but it probably wont last much longer raughg #my brain is throwing me violently between my mcyt interests rn so idk yeah that's the vibe rn just oof ouch pain and suffering (dramatic)

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theunconcernedembalmer · 1 year

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so. leans on the counter. gate huh. slips off the counter and falls flat on my fa

#identity v #aesop carl #identity v embalmer #identity v the embalmer #unconcerned art #i will!!!! make the starting post for chemistsop. or i guess hes called gate now #cos i somehow seriously hit 800. i legitimately thought i will never have another event again cos i wouldnt hit this number #ive actually hit it a while ago but i wanted to sit on it for a while longer so that i have enough information on the guy #not that i know much more. i missed the belostain event n idk why luca is there #but its something #anyway have this doodle while i figure out how im goingbto do this. dont expect colours. im thinking of a style similar to this #but i might bring back the og colours n basic shades although idk how well that will work out #any anyway. until next time. which should be the start of the gate event

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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Can you do a quick imagine of Austin & y/n go out in public to like an amusement park or something like that!

be my guest

summary: you and austin go to disneyland because sometimes austin is secretly five and wants to take his significant other to the park. rating: g, i think? word count: 847 warnings: none? fluff? there is literally nothing to warn about. author's note: so i'm sorry this took so long anon, i for some reason had such a hard time with it ( as evidenced by the word count ) and i couldn't tell you why? i hope you like it anyway?

it starts as all things do with austin for the question. a simple question mind you, not anything particularly complicated or something that might be hard to answer. no just a simple question.

"have you ever been to disneyland?" austin asks completely out of the blue while leaning against your shoulder as the two of you sit on the couch.

you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "no? why- what brought the question on. aus?"

if it was his birthday or your birthday you'd understand but both of your birthdays are months away so why would he even be thinking of something like that. something that puts both of you out in the open like that, potentially exposed to paparazzi that can ruin your life.

his eyes light up with enough mischief that you're pretty sure means he has some sort of a plan already lined up that you have absolutely no clue about. it should worry you but all it does is send a bit of a thrill of delight through you.

"have you thought about going?" his face breaks out into the smallest of grins almost as if he's going to spring something on you.

"i mean, who hasn't. what are you up to?" your eyes narrow as you pull away.

"do you want to go today?" he asks standing as if he's asking you what the weather is today or if you want coffee later on today. you shake your head, not to decline the invitation just to marvel at your boyfriend being so calm and normal about this.

"with no planning ahead. i mean can we even get in? it's the middle of morning, austin- where is this-" your voice is getting more confused the more you talk but austin is still grinning.

"i buy a season pass every year even if i'm not in the country. it's- tradition." he pauses and his face falls. "mom used to. but i want to go, i want to take you especially if you haven't ever gone."

at the mention of his mom you frown. you should have known it was for some sentimental reason that he was asking you, that he wanted to go but he didn't want to go by himself when he has you. he's still looking expectantly at you so you shrug. "alright, come on, let me get on clothes and we'll go."

the actual getting to the park wasn't nearly as hectic as it was inside the park. there were so many people that you felt well you felt a little overwhelmed even with austin's arm wrapped around you showing you the rides and showing you around like he was an old pro when it came to the park- which you guessed he was. fans kept coming up every so often and austin being austin obliged in pictures while you stood behind the camera, smiling because as intrusive as the fans were you could tell he felt touched every time they gushed about his work in elvis or in once upon a time in hollywood or hilariously the one person who gushed about the carrie diaries and the shannara chronicles.

still, he was with you at the park and he'd like to actually enjoy it which is why you see him murmuring to one of the fans before she nods and they both run off as austin slides up to you and wraps his arms around your waist. "so i was thinking, we go in that shop over there, i buy you some sort stuffed animal your choice and then we ride a bunch of rides. have some dinner and we watch the fireworks? sound like a plan?"

"what about your adoring fans?" you hum, swaying side to side in his arms just slightly with a smile. "they'll want a piece of you too."

he purses his lips like he's in thought before shrugging. "i say hi but tell them i'm with the person who makes me the happiest man on earth at the happiest place on earth so i'll have to cut things a little short with them. still give them a pic maybe."

you pause and pout playfully before you nod your head. "i do think i can agree to those terms, mr. butler. but only if i get you and the monorail all to myself."

the laugh he lets out before he gives you a kiss makes you envision him as your own personal disney prince and you feel warmth that's not just due to the heat spread throughout your body and into your soul. "deal. now come on, this is my favorite shop, they've got an animal i know you're gonna like. and then we can do lunch because i've heard your stomach growling for like ten minutes." he says before running off to the store.

it takes you a moment to realize what he says but the second you do you're chasing after him.

"it has not!"

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fluff #i am unsure about this one. it's not my best work and i know it's not.#quick imagine is actually a quick read for once.#but trust me if it stayed in my drafts much longer i was literally never gonna finish it.#ally writes

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fish-bowl-2 · 10 months

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