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kannibaleherzen · 1 year

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I have Disneyland on my mind, so I wrote some headcannons about Dano characters and their favorite attractions at the Disneyland Resort! No surprises, SFW fluff. All these guys under the cut. ♡

I made the graphic on my phone so it sucks.

Additions of Burt Fabelman and Louis Ives are also included! ♡♡♡♡♡

Dwayne Hoover: He wants to be a pilot, and in fact can be at Disneyland! He absolutely loves and will fight to get the pilot position every time at Millennium Falcon: Smuggler's Run. Dwayne has tried and once successfully gotten your ride crew to activate Chewy mode. If cast would let him, he could pilot both positions alone, but they can't and won't. Dwayne also always gets excited about Soarin' Around the World. He is mesmerized by the indoor portion of the queue with all the pilots on the walls and reads them every time.

Lucas: This sweet boy is into Fantasyland. The traditional King Arthur's Carrousel, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, and Snow White's Enchanted Wish. He could spend all day in Fantasyland if you let him. In the evening, he loves getting a good spot for fireworks that start at 9:00. About 40 minutes before, he wades through the crowd to get a churro for you two to share when it starts. It takes forever to even get the churro, so you two always cherish that moment.

Pierre Bezukhov: A Fantasyland man as well. Alice in Wonderland, Mad Tea Party, then Matterhorn Bobsleds in that order before anything else in the park. Unlike Calvin who uses connections, Pierre is a member of Club 33, and will take you to the 1901 Lounge at the Carthay Circle instead because he thinks it's classier and the drinks are better there. Once sufficiently drunk and fed, he loves to go watch Mickey's PhilharMagic.

Jay: Rise of the Resistance isn't just a ride, it's a full experience. Jay will wait however long it takes to get through the queue and on. He loves the scene with the Stormtroopers and hopes one day he can recruit more ALF members to have a big enough fleet like that to save more animals. When it's over, he always takes time to chat with cast members about the cats that live back there. How are they? When do they get food left for them? When were they spayed or neutered? And so forth.

Percy Dolarhyde: In typical fashion, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. The best part to him is the hill climb with explosions. Percy won't admit it, but he also has a soft spot for The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. His favorite part is looking up and behind to catch a glimpse of the old Country Bears Jamboree that used to occupy the space.

Calvin Weir-Fields: You will be dragged to Pirates of the Caribbean by him. He wants the redhead! It's no surprise he does the same right after for Roger Rabbit's CarToon Spin. Calvin loves the queue spot where he can knock on Jessica Rabbit's door and say Walt sent him. Once done there, he must go on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Because in the end, you go to hell. He uses connections to get into Club 33 for a romantic dinner after putting up with him.

Alex Jones: Cars Land. Just... All of it. The first time he sets foot, he is in love. Why wouldn't he be? The themeing of Radiator Springs is perfect! Alex loves doing finger guns and shouts Lightning McQueen's "Ka'chow!" for the photo on Radiator Springs Racers. When on Luigi's Rocking Roadsters, he loves the circles at the end of the song and puts his arms up (as is the custom). He always needs a pic with Mater.

Eli Sunday: The higher the ride, the closer to God. Eli is pretty traditional when it comes to rides, and loves the Pixar Pal Around. He does not go in the regular gondola, but the swinging one. He is just a touch crazy after all. Eli also likes the Disneyland Railroad, but scoffs at the dinosaur scene between Tomorrowland and Mainstreet U.S.A. believing they've never existed.

Hank Thompson: He's just so excited about everything. Hank absolutely must go to Adventureland first to ride Indiana Jones Adventure. A Spielberg movie brought to life! He always hopes to get the driver's seat because it's the best. Hank never looks into the eyes of Mara! After is a trip on Jungle Cruise, and always laughs at the skipper's jokes. He loves getting bao from the Tropical Hideaway. When visiting DCA, he must go on Grizzly River Run and say hi to Francisco the cat who lives near the queue.

Timothy Klitz: Klitz just wants to cuddle with you anywhere and everywhere. It's a Small World is the best for doing so. A good 15 minute boat ride with an albeit slightly grating song is good enough. He loves The Haunted Mansion for the same reason. Any slow, dark ride where you can feed each other popcorn is best. To get in and out of the park, he enjoys taking the Monorail from Downtown Disney.

Edward Nashton: You ever see an impossibly high score on a game? Higher than the cast members who work the ride, Edward is the champ! Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blasters is where it's at for Eddie! He gets so immersed in it that he forgets there's a photo and he always looks so determined, hunched over reaching out with the blaster in hand. He also goes crazy competitive on Toy Story: Midway Mania and always gets the tippiest of top scores to your amazement.

Joby Taylor: First, you need to beg, plead, and bribe him to even set foot on property. They serve alcohol is the line that gets him. Joby is so not into the no smoking unless outside security, but can stand it for a day. Just for you. Beer in hand, you force him in line for Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout! He downs the beer, gets on, then once your ride plays Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf, he is hooked.

Burt Fabelman: He worked for GE! Keeping to the time period, he adores the Carousel of Progress in Tomorrowland. He feels so proud of what he does now and what the future holds. He has to see the show first! Tomorrowland is where he feels happiest (People Mover!), but also is down for a round in the Enchanted Tiki Room, and Mark Twain's River Boat, too.

Louis Ives: A bit of a traditionalist. He adores the fact the carousel horses are authentic antiques. Any time Mary Poppins and Burt are on it as well, he gets giddy and will watch and wave at them! Louis adores Storybook Land, even if it's filled with the youngest of guests. When it comes to dining, Louis somehow always manages to score a coveted reservation to the Blue Bayou. Every. Single. Trip. He won't share his secret on how he does it, but if you had to guess, he knows a cast member.

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flypanegg88 · 1 year

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BARRY MILLAND MY BABY GIRL

#paul dano #prisoners movie #alex winterman jones

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fraudvhs · 12 days

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I’m supposed to be doing a redraw.. but I’m so lazy…

Not as accurate as I’d like mmmm :(

#art #artwork #drawing #fanart #illustration #artistic #bob taylor #bob taylor prisoners #prisoners #prisoners 2013 #prisoners movie

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kierandufffy · 1 month

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Alex drawings! I cried making this

#tw blood #tw violent imagery #barry milland prisoners #alex jones prisoners #alex jones #barry milland #prisoners #prisoners movie #paul dano art #paul dano

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yezzyyae · 5 months

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I woke up with detective Loki on my mind this morning 🥰☺️ I love everything about him. I love an obsessive, determined, handsome, mopey, and sad man.

So ima watch Jake Gyllenhaal’s movies allday today. To feed this feeling in my stomach☺️🥰

This man have my heart ❤️

#detective loki #jake gyllenhaal #handsome as hell #soo mopey #Prisoners movie

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 3 months

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Predator and Prey: Chapter Eight

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Lots of Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Kidnapping, Drugging

Summary: Tommy calls Sam in to help him find you. Things take a wild turn.

- Chapter Seven Here -

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18+ only beyond this point

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Sam waited outside for Tommy, and gestured for him and Jet to come inside.

“I called my buddy Mike who works in our Surveillance unit. He’ll be over in an hour or two.” Sam said, opening the back door to the yard where the girls were playing.

“Hey girls! You wanna come inside? We’ve brought a friend for you to play with.” He called.

They ran inside excitedly, “Uncle Tommy!” They both exclaimed, running up to hug him.

“Woah, you two have gotten huge, how old are you now, huh? 50?” He ruffled their heads, they laughed at him.

“Jet, come here boy.” Sam called, crouching on his heels. Jet ran up and began licking Sam’s face.

“Puppy!” Isabelle squealed, giving him a hug.

“Daddy and uncle Tommy have some work to do, so we were hoping you could keep Jet occupied for a few hours, think you can do that?” The girls nodded excitedly and ran off with Jet to play ball outside.

Tommy sighed and his faux carefree expression dropped from his face. He didn’t know how they were going to find you, but he wasn’t going to wait 24 hours to get the cops involved, even then he wasn’t sure what good they would do, so Mike was their best option.

Grace walked into the living room, “Hey Tommy.” She said awkwardly. Tommy smiled politely and waived. “Hey Grace.”

“Hey hon, you know (Y/N) from the book store don’t you?” Sam asked.

She nodded.

“Well there’s something we should tell you.” He said, motioning for her to sit down.

Sam and Tommy both told Grace what has been going on, and how Jason had found you and Tommy was certain he’d taken you. Grace was horrified and offered any help she could.

“I’m so sorry Tommy, I hope you guys find her soon, I really do.” She smiled gently at him.

“But Sam, tonight is Isabelle’s school play, we have to leave the house in 2 hours. I understand if you can’t go, but the girls and I have to, so we can’t watch Jet all night.”

“That’s ok, I can call Jets dog walker, Chloe, we’ll get her to take Jet for the night, it’s no problem.” Tommy smiled at Grace thankfully.

Grace nodded, and left to get herself ready.

Finally Mike arrived with his set up, and arranged all of his computers on the dining room table.

“Tommy we’re going to need you to plug your phone into this, and call (Y/N).” Mike instructed.

“But her phone is off, will it work?” Tommy asked.

“No, but our only hope is that she turns her phone on at some point, or that whoever has her does, and then we can get a signal.” Mike said.

Tommy rubbed both hands over his face in frustration, he was growing desperate.

“Okay, yeah. Thank you Mike, I really appreciate you doing this.” He said.

Tommy plugged his phone in, and dialled your number.

“Hi, sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, just drop me a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

Tommy sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s ok, we just need to keep trying.” Mike smiled reassuringly at Tommy. Tommy and Sam nodded back.

Tommy waited 10 minutes before trying you again, and it again went straight to voice mail.

He did this two more times, with the same result. Grace walked in with the girls, ready to leave for the play.

“Sam, are you sure you can’t come?” She asked.

Sam was about to reply that he had to stay and help Tommy, but he was interrupted.

“He can go. Sam, seriously, go. It’s probably gonna be a long night.” Tommy insisted.

“You sure?” Sam asked, doubting whether it was a good idea.

Tommy nodded and forced a smile.

Sam and Grace left with the kids, while you and Mike tried a few more times to get through to you without luck.

Jet began to whine with boredom.

“Shit. Uh, Mike, I just need to call the dog walker quick.” He said.

Mike nodded while he searched as much as he could about Jason on his systems.

Tommy quickly googled Chloe to get her number, and dialled.

It rang a few times before she eventually answered.

“Hello, Chloe Monroe speaking.” She said in a hushed tone.

“Hi Chloe, this is Tommy Cahill. You don’t know me but I’m (Y/N)’s… boyfriend. I was wondering if you’d be able to take Jet for the night? We’ve had a bit of an emergency, I’m happy to pay whatever.” He pleaded.

Chloe was quiet for a while, before she eventually spoke again, “Uh, yeah sure. Where do you want me to pick him up?”

Tommy thought this was an odd question, aware that Chloe had a key and would always pick Jet up from home.

“We could meet you at (Y/N)’s house, or I can bring him to you?” Tommy offered.

“No that’s fine, I’ll meet you at (Y/N)’s house. I can be there in like 30 minutes.” She said softly.

Mike prodded Tommy in the back, Tommy ignored him. “Yeah that sounds good, thanks Chloe, see you then.”

Mike prodded Tommy again, Tommy turned around to see what he wanted.

“See you then.” Chloe confirmed and hung up.

Mike pointed at the screen with a confused look on his face. Tommys phone was still plugged in and his call with Chloe had picked up a signal.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)’s house?” Mike asked, pointing at the red pin on the screen hovering over your address.

Tommy dropped his phone, and clasped his hand over his mouth.

He nodded. Some things suddenly made sense, others now completed thrown off course.

Chloe was acting strange, at least he thought so. She had asked where to pick Jet up, and she was hushed on the phone, muffled even. She had a key and that would explain how someone was getting into the house. It didn’t explain the letters from Jason or why Chloe would be involved in any way, but Tommy didn’t care about that now, all he wanted was to find you.

“Have you got a gun?” Tommy asked Mike as he stood up to put his coat on.

Tommy and Mike raced over to the house, opting to leave Jet at Sam’s place. He dropped Sam a quick call to let him know what was going on, Sam said he’d be right there.

When they arrived at the house, the door was still unlocked, how Tommy had found it, and they let themselves in carefully and quietly. Tommy had already searched the house before, but they did so again in the hopes they may have missed a crawl space or hatch somewhere.

Nothing. Tommy growled angrily and punched the hallway wall, and heard a rattling noise above him.

The attic hatch door was not on securely and rattled from the impact of the punch.

“Have you checked up there?” Mike asked, Tommy looked astonished, he had never noticed the attic hatch before.

He ran to the kitchen to grab a bar stool from the island and placed it directly under the hatch. Mike helped him up onto the stool, and Tommy pushed the hatch open. Before Tommy hoisted himself up into the attic, Mike stopped him.

“Take this.” He handed him the handgun. “But don’t use it unless you absolutely have to, seriously, I mean life or death, got it?”

Tommy nodded, putting the gun in his waistband. Tommy hoisted himself into the attic and the stench of stale urine and what could only be described as decay filled his nostrils. He coughed to clear his airways and waited a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

He managed to make out black trash bags on his end of the attic, and a few beams separating him from the back end. Carefully he stood and walked towards the back.

Suddenly he saw slight movement from behind the beams, and pulled the gun out just in case. He edged slowly towards the back of the dark attic, the floor creaking loudly beneath him. Mike hoisted himself up and coughed at the smell.

“Christ, what is that?”

Tommy kept quiet as he slowly walked towards where he had seen the movement.

He let out a soft cry at what he saw, and carefully but quickly tucked the gun back into his waistband.

At the back of the attic lay a single iron framed bed, and on that bed is where you lay, tied at the hands and feet.

“(Y/N). (Y/N), baby, it’s me.” Tommy said, kneeling next to the bed and tapping your cheeks.

You didn’t respond, you had been drugged heavily and your eyes were at the back of your head, as you writhed slightly under your constraints. The linen strips used to bind your hands and feet were so tight your fingers were already turning blue.

“Baby, wake up.” Tommy sobbed, wracked with guilt and sick with worry, as he tapped your cheeks gently again.

“Tommy watch out!” Mike cried out as someone walked out of the dark behind Tommy.

Suddenly he felt a heavy clunk on the back of his head as something hard and cold struck him.

Tommy fell onto the floor and turned around to see his attacker, injured but not knocked unconscious, and quickly pulled out the gun and clicked off the safety. He pointed the gun at Chloe as she stood over him with a hammer.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move. I swear to god I will blow your brains out.” He spat at her, blood dripping from his head.

Chloe looked surprised her blow didn’t work, and she hadn’t accounted for a second person being there with them. Mike closed in slowly and grabbed the hammer before tackling Chloe to the ground. He pulled her hands behind her and held her in place with a knee in her back.

“The gun, Tommy, give me the gun.” Mike instructed. Tommy scrambled to his feet and gave the gun to Mike. His hand touched the back of his head. It was a bad gash but nothing immediately life threatening.

Tommy dropped to his knees next to you, and began undoing the tight knots.

“Jesus, Tommy. This bitch has been living in here. There’s buckets of piss and trash bags everywhere. Think we’ve got a phrogger on our hands. Sick fuck!” He said, pushing harder with his knee into her back. Chloe whimpered.

Tommy ignored him, freeing you from your confines. He sat on the bed and pulled you into a sitting position. Your head lolled as he tried to bring you to consciousness.

“Baby, look at me.” He whispered, placing gentle kisses on your face. “Mike I think we need to call an ambulance.”

Just then the door slammed shut downstairs and he heard Sam call his name.

“Sam! We’re up here!” Tommy called.

Sam made his way up into the attic and swore loudly at the smell and the scene that he saw when his eyes adjusted.

Mike and Sam worked to tie Chloe’s hands behind her back with the linen Tommy had removed from yours, and sat her in the corner where they could watch her. Tommy called 911, briefly explaining the situation.

“You gonna tell us why you kidnapped her, and what the fuck you’ve been doing up here?” Mike questioned Chloe. She spat at him and said nothing.

Mike pulled his gun to her head and pushed it into her temple, “You sure about that?”

Chloe looked scared, and buckled under the pressure.

“Okay okay! It’s not me alright. I’m just helping my boyfriend!” She cried.

“Your boyfriend?” Sam questioned. “Is your boyfriend Jason?”

Chloe nodded, “We met in New York a couple years ago. He said she was a bad person, and she needed to be brought back to New York.”

Chloe then told them about how her and Jason met in a secret society they had joined, both having been from prominent backgrounds, however the leader of the society required a blood sacrifice for Jason to be officially allowed at the head table, a position his family had been pushing him towards for a long time.

Jason had offered your name in a drunken and drugged state, having had an argument with you the night before, and feeling an in-proportionate amount of anger towards you at that moment in time.

He had told you he was going to a rave with friends, you had asked him not to go, and that it was time to stop partying all the time now that they had reached their mid twenties and had a life and a career. This resulted in an argument and he had stormed out.

The next day, Jason had been wracked with guilt, but he couldn’t take your name back once he had offered it. He had no choice if he was to fulfil his destiny and his family’s expectations.

This is why Jason had accused you of doing bad things like cheating and assassination attempts, in the desperate and crazy hope you’d admit to one of them, giving him a reason to hate you, making this easier for him. But then you did the one thing that removed all love he had for you, in essence inadvertently removing any safety you had; you left him.

Jason had come to your apartment that night with one thing in mind. To kill you and take you to “Him”, his leader. His sacrifice finally complete.

Because this attempt had failed and you had fled, he knew he couldn’t show up in your new town for the fear you’d recognise him.

So he had waited and waited, until he met Chloe. Chloe fell head over heels for Jason, and had agreed to do this for him.

She moved to your small town and posted a flyer through your door.

‘Chloe Monroe - Dog Walker and Sitter’

Her prices were so cheap, it was hard to ignore and you had fallen for it.

After interviewing Chloe and seeing how she was with Jet, you had hired her to walk him at lunch time every day that you worked. You had given her a spare key to let herself in and out.

This allowed Chloe to set up in your attic. She was the one who opened the kitchen window, staging a break in to mess with your head. She had left the letter in your kitchen pretending to be from Jason, to freak you out. It was all part of the fun. She didn’t need to do this but Jason insisted he wanted you to lose your mind before he took you. Revenge for what you did to him.

The cops arrived, taking Chloe away after being told what had happened. Shortly after an ambulance pulled up, and everyone worked together to get you out of the attic and into the back of the ambulance.

Tommy thanked Mike and Sam, and went with you to the hospital. Mike and Sam stayed back to assist the cops further. It wouldn’t be long until Grace and the girls got home, they’d walk Jet and look after him for the night.

Tommy breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

All he cared about in that moment was that you were ok, and that he had found you before Jason arrived to take you away.

He just hoped this was the last of the horrors, and that Jason wasn’t already on his way.

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- Final Chapter Here -

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Homemade Meals and Films | Detective Loki x m!reader

@areyouwaiting asked: well here I am

Det. Loki x male reader

“You’re not eating that shit, I’ll make you something decent” as a prompt because that bitch doesn’t eat right

Thanks <33

summary: Loki has shit eating habits, but you've finally got an excuse to change that.

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

Admittedly, when he was working, Loki ate like shit. He also slept like it. Black coffee and occasional snacks throughout the day weren't exactly any good for him, neither were cigarettes and cans of Red Bull. Sure, he could have easily gotten something a little better, or at least filling, at any of the fast food and takeaway places that were around, as they were open for a good chunk of the day and they were nice and cheap, but Loki rarely ever went there; usually, he found himself sat in the same cafe drinking the same shit as always. He never ate properly, never drank properly, he never slept properly; every day, he would come home to you in the exact same state. Hungry. Tired. Looking like a bag of shit that had been dragged through a bush backwards. In all the years you had known him, and in all the years since that you had been dating, you had always wanted to change that; you wanted to make sure that he was properly fed, that he wasn't just drinking black coffee and that he was actually getting some fucking sleep, but you had never gotten the chance.

Until tonight. Until he came home at quarter past two in the morning, when the air was cold and the wind was howling and the rain was on tap, when the streets were quiet and the biggest worry you had was making sure that the television would pause before 'Train to Busan' started on the film channel. You made sure that you had everything set up just right; the bedding changed and still warm from the tumble dryer, the scent of leather coating the air in the room, the lights turned off except for the little lamp that sat in the corner, the duvet chucked on the sofa as the television froze when you pressed the pause button. The film would start in half an hour. Pots and pans on the stove as you decided that you would make the thing that would be best for him: a good strong curry. Thankfully you had enough spices and herbs that it would actually taste of something and that it would actually have a kick to it instead of that mild bullshit people often had. A good strong curry; filling, good for the body, and good for the mind.

Loki came home just as you were pulling the vegetables out, laying them in order beside the wooden chopping board; he didn't think much of it, draping himself across your back and kissing your neck sweetly as he grumbled so softly. "What are you doing?"

"I know you went to the café," you started, grabbing a peeled onion and starting to chop it up. "And you're not eating that shit, I'll make you something decent - I'm gonna make you a curry."

He smiled, nuzzling into the back of your neck as he closed his eyes and grumbled again, ever so faint and ever so soft; he could smell the spices already, making his stomach growl as he did his best not to complain about it. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and he could feel the slight shiver from the winter air begin to creep its way up, making him clench his jaw. "What kinda curry?"

"It's a veggie Phaal," you told him. "It'll be good for you, trust me."

"How?"

"It's filling," you started, "so it'll fill your stomach more than black coffee and fucking snacks. It's balanced and nutritious... and it's good for the mind."

Loki grumbled again. "How?"

"It tastes good," you chuckled softly. "And stuff that tastes good is always good for the mind... but don't worry - there's a horror film on tonight, so I figured, y'know, we could snuggle down after eating. Watch it together. I brought the duvet down, too."

He couldn't stop the smile that came to him as he turned around and looked at the sofa; the thick duvet smothering it, the frozen television screen, he recognised the lumps of pillows beneath the duvet, too. "Thank you."

"It's not a big deal," you scoffed. "I mean, I'm your boyfriend - isn't it part of the territory that I gotta look after you?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Then go sit down," you told him gently. "Get yourself comfortable, and we'll eat, watch a film, and then go to bed."

All Loki could do was nod as he dared to pull away from you, thinking to himself how lucky he was that he had such a caring boyfriend as he got himself comfortable amongst the duvet and the pillows; maybe one day, there would be a canopy in your future. Maybe one day, there would be a glass to step on. Maybe. If you put up with him long enough.

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