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#this is so badly written!
ronanlynchbf · 9 months
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tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan xichen#jin guangyao#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#qin su#EDIT: Tumblr published an earlier draft with only half the notes I wrote so: late entry on my JGY thoughts.#Unlike the mystic powers of the stockmarket (what the OG meme is referring to) I think this situation calls for more active investigation.#qin su is such a deeply tragic character to me and I really wish we got a bit more from her.#Love everyone who sent me messages about her after the last time she appeared.#I think she needs a spin off of her being a transmigrator SO badly.#MDZS has so many interesting characters - but it sometimes fails to give them the proper room to really develop past a role in the plot.#That's just the consequence of writing a story like MDZS. Not every character in a book *needs* to have a rich inner life and backstory!#To do so would bog down the story and obliterate any notion of pacing. It's just not possible.#Jin Guangyao (nee Meng Yao) is unfortunately not free from this leeway rule. He is the culprit of this murder mystery plot#and thus NEEDS to encapsulate the themes of the book. And personally he's a 7 out of 10 at best on this front (in the AD).#MDZS is about rumours twisting reality and working towards truth. And about how people & situations are rarely ever black & white#JGY has his motivations. He's well written in regards to his actions making sense for his character.#What started as good traits (drive to succeed & improve his image) became twisted over time (do anything to maintain his image)#and it's a good parallel to WWX! He has the same arc (with different traits)! Bonus points for IGY in that regard.#but man....by the time we confront this guy for murder there's not a lot of grey morality. He's just...deep in the hole *he* dug.#There's a beautiful tragedy to it! More on JGY in later comics - this is getting pretty long already!
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janayuga · 4 months
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In celebration of PureLily being pretty much confirmed(?) with the 3rd Anniversary update I drew PureCacao 💕
Good for everyone that‘s happy over PureLily being heavily implied/canonized, but my heart forever belongs to PureCacao, sorry.
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christronomy · 4 months
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after nap sleepies // bang chan
cw: no warnings for this one. just pure fluff and gn reader. 🫶🏻
how long was it going to take? you asked yourself this question every single day, as you crossed off days on the calendar you never really paid attention to, unless he was gone on a trip for work. this tour was just like any other—months of late night texts and phone calls, coming home from a long day at work to an empty house, just hours and hours of loneliness.
it wasn't the same without him, the house didn't feel as alive. even when you could hear his voice through the phone, it just didn't feel the same. but you always promised him you'd wait for him no matter what. you'd always be one phone call or text away—unless you were taking a nap. which is what you were currently doing.
it was such an exhausting day, so full of things to do, so much socializing, driving around, just so much. your social battery was already on low, and you were too tired to even finish putting the groceries away, as it was much of a lengthier task when you were doing it alone than when he was here to help.
you decided maybe a nap would help you gain some more energy to finish things up, not expecting the tiredness to get to you this much, causing you to sleep well into nighttime. you didn't realize how late it was until your phone woke you up, the constant ringing vibrating in your ears as you groaned in frustration, blindly reaching for it to see who was calling at these ungodly hours.
"channie," you breathed out when you immediately picked up, relief rushing through your veins as you heard his soft "hey, baby," grace your ears. you could only smile and pull the comforter over your face as you squirmed excitedly. "you sound tired. did you have a good day today?" he asked, and you sighed, rolling onto your stomach to get more comfortable. "not sure. i decided to take a nap but now i'm all drowsy," you said, trying your best to fight your clumsy tongue as you spoke and blinking hard in an effort to wake yourself up faster.
chan only chuckled, the sound warming your chest and causing your heart to flutter. he found you so cute when you were like this. "it's the after nap sleepies. they'll go away soon, don't worry," he says, and you smile to yourself, rolling back onto your back and draping an arm over your face, gasping melodramatically.
"oh no, channie! save me from the after nap sleepies, please," you say, smiling at the way you could hear his tiny, muffled squeaks of laughter. "i'll kiss them away when i come back, then," he laughs, practically being able to hear how you're pouting right now, judging by the long silence before your response. he smiles to himself giddily as he pictures you looking at him with that cute grumpy face you make when he denies something as simple as a kiss or hug.
"okay. hurry up and come back home then," you say, your voice laced with sleep, and he hums as if he's lost in thought. "mmm, i'll think about it," he says finally, chuckling softly. you huff in a half-hearted attempt to laugh along with him, but you're quickly overcome by tiredness, no longer able to fight the way your eyelids feel heavier with every passing second. the last thing you hear as you fall into deep sleep was his soft voice, telling you to "take it easy and rest well, baby. i love you. i promise i'll be back home before you know it."
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bonebrokebuddy · 1 year
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So, my favorite canon explanation for the continued design choice of the brightass yellow bat symbol on Batman’s chest as the suit has gotten darker and darker is that it’s a target.
If a criminal has a gun and a massive black shadow comes at them, in their fright they’re going to probably shoot at the bright yellow target in the center of Batman’s chest, the purposefully most armored piece of his suit rather than blindly shooting at weaker areas of his armor, like the joints. It gives the criminals something to point and shoot at that’s not civilians or weak points in his armor.
But here’s the thing.
The utility belt is also yellow.
So, going with that logic:
He want them to shoot at he dick?!
Is that what he wants?
He dick be shot?
Why he want shot his dick?
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cielcius · 2 years
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you’re nearly passed-out drunk on katsuki’s back when he brings you back to your dorm, incomprehensible mumbling and occasional twitches coming from you as you try to keep yourself awake. he manages to open the door with one arm still holding you up, the other switching the light on to reveal an empty room. your other roommates must still be out partying.
the dorm is cramped with bunk beds and desks, seemingly scattered at random but you manage to make it work. katsuki finds your bed, a bottom bunk, and slowly turns his back to let you fall onto it. he’s mindful enough to make sure you won’t hit your head, turning to take your shoes off before draping a blanket over your figure. you peek at him when you feel a hand come up to smooth back your hair, the action making you lean into the palm of his hand that comes to rest on your cheek. “get some sleep, okay? i’m gonna go.”
your intoxicated mind takes control of your body when you see him start to pull away and stand from the bed, your hand reaching out to grasp at the hem of his shirt. “nooo. mm mm.” katsuki wants to smile at your disapproval of his departure, adoration swirling in his chest when he feels you tug him back. “hmm, what’s wrong?”
“don’ wan you to go.” katsuki lets himself smile this time, sitting back on the edge of your bed with a hand coming to unhook yours from his shirt before entangling them together. “you don’t want me to go?” you shake your head, your lips turned down in a pout. there’s a small whispered ‘no’ before silence falls, you being distracted by his hand as you grasp it with both of yours. he watches you for minutes manipulating the position of his hand, the curve of his fingers, before bringing his palm back to cup your cheek. there’s a pause, something that you want to say but won’t come out until you sit up.
“katsuki.” you look up at him, hands still playing with his in your lap. he waits quietly, watching as you look down at your hands before looking back up. there’s another pause, your eyes looking just below his. you’ve stopped playing with his hand, instead opting to hold onto it as if you’d lose him at any moment. you lean closer, eyes flicking back to his before settling on his lips, going back and forth once more until you finally slot your lips against his in a long-awaited kiss. katsuki closes his eyes as you do, thinking about nothing and everything at once. your hands holding his, your lips against his, and the feeling of you that surrounds him.
he doesn’t move, doesn’t get to before you pull back enough to whisper against his lips. “i like you. a lot.” he opens his eyes to meet you, looking up at him with emotions that drown and suffocate him until he can no longer find himself denying it. “i like you too. a lot.” he smiles when you do, eyes shining in excitement as he accepts and returns your confession.
“really?” he nods. “really.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, a kiss that says he’s liked you—loved you—for a long time now, and lets it rest there before pulling away. “you should sleep. okay?” he looks at you, hands cradling your face before he presses another kiss to your forehead. “you can’t stay?” katsuki smiles and shakes his head. he really wants to. “can i see you tomorrow?” katsuki nods, helping you lay back down before tucking you in. “i’ll work hard, so there’ll never be a day where you don’t see me.” you seem happy to hear him say that, excited, and so is he.
“and we’ll live together?” he nods. “and i’ll buy you the biggest house with anything you want.” your hands go back to playing with his. “i want to help too.” katsuki hums for you to continue. “i wanna give you things too, and buy you a house too, with anything you want.” katsuki’s chuckle comes watery, a shaky sigh that breezes through him before he nods. “okay. you can help.”
“and we’ll do it together?”
“and we’ll do it together.”
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bbreaddog · 8 months
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Practising Goncharov Theme by @caramiaaddio on violin bc I thought it would add an extra layer of haunting…ness (is that a word?)
Here’s the excerpt I’m playing in the video:
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Despite it being in a fuck off key for violin it is a really beautiful piece and it’s absolutely worth the trouble of practising in second position (world’s most hated position) and I’m HOPING 🤞 I can record and (maybe) post a full cover of it someday
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stellarfoxian · 4 days
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sleep never came easy to you.
and robin knew it well.
she had returned to your shared bedroom after one of her shows. admittedly, you had expected her return much later.
the door creeps open, and you see the twitch of her wing.
“are you awake?” she whispers, shutting the door behind her. it appears she’s already switched into more comfortable clothes, from what you can tell, at least.
“mhm.” you nodded, fidgeting with the bedsheets. a look to your left would show the clock displaying 2:30am. “i had trouble sleeping…”
“i get it.” robin sighed, getting into bed next to you. she held her arms out, that sweet, heart melting smile on her face, the one that you fell for oh so long ago. “come here, angel.”
“shouldn’t i be calling you that?” you joked, snuggling into her arms immediately. she held you softly, rubbing slow circles on your back.
your girlfriend playfully rolled her eyes, letting out a chuckle. “would you like me to sing you to sleep?” she offered despite knowing what your answer would be. robin always did this, held you in her arms and sang you to sleep. usually, it worked.
you closed your eyes and shuffled closer, not really bothering with a response other than a small “mhm.” she’s known you long enough to decipher what that meant.
she cleared her throat and began to sing a familiar song. it was the one she sang the most, and your favorite, actually. she wrote it for you (something only you are privy to), and honestly, it continues to get stuck in your head every time you hear it.
robin’s voice soothes you until your breathing slows to a calm pace. she breaks up her singing with a small giggle when she realizes that you fell asleep, but continues nonetheless, likely to assure that you’re actually asleep.
nights with robin are always a treat.
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calware · 1 year
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homestuck is so well written too bad it's badly written
truer words have never been spoken
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farthertothemoon · 5 days
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A shivery sickie with a sneezy red nose whimpering as their partner gently lifts them up, helping them out of their clothes. The caretaker coos softly at sniffly sickie, carrying them to a nice hot steamy bath.
The caretaker lowers their partner into the warm water, with a soft "there we go baby, doing so well... good..."
The sickie whines as the heat soaks into their bones... but also as the steam enters their sensitive nostrils.
"HhH!" They hitch suddenly, their reddened, glistening nostrils twitching. Caretaker looks on at their itchy partner, and then at the slowly rising steam. They sigh and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on the sickie's twitching nose.
The sickie hitches loudly and vocally before dissolving into a thick "hhH'gGSHUuwhh! Ng'SHuUuWhh!!"
They pause, stuck in their sick misery as a third sneeze teeters on the edge of release. The sickie hitches and whines, blindly pawing at their partner. Caretaker reaches forward once more, flicking the sickie's inflamed, mess-ridden nose.
The poor sick baby's head rears back and snaps forward as they release a horribly desperate "EeEEhHh'GGhhSHuUUhhh!!" directly into the steamy bathwater. They slump down back into the water, panting heavily.
"There we go baby, that better?" The caretaker smiles softly down at their exhausted partner. Their partner just sniffles in response.
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autolenaphilia · 6 months
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Reminder: if you believe that transfems are too loud and dominating due to "male socialization" and speak over transmascs, who due to their "female socialization" are too quiet and submissive to stand up to the evil male privileged transfems, you are a transmisogynist and your views are literally undistingushable from that of actual TERFS. It doesn't matter if you are trans yourself, you are still a transmisogynist.
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l13 · 9 months
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i love all the writing you’ve done on jonathan ohnn/the spot ITS AMAZING
but i just know that pre-collider spot is such a pervert towards reader like stalking her on social media legit screenshotting her posts and saving them to his phone… you post one picture of you in a bikini AND HES CUMMING IN HIS PANTS that man would do anything for you just to go out on one date with him or even notice him. (which i mean reader can clearly notice him by the way he always stares at her while at work, she just knows him as the “weird guy” at alchemax)
i'm gonna lose my miiiiiiiind
tw: LAZY WRITINGGG, f!reader, pervert!jonathan, m!masturbation, not proofread (it's 2am pls)
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Not only is he stalking your socials daily, he's surprised when you greet him one day at work. He waves at you, but it's so awkward that he cringes.
He only goes at work outings just to see you all dressed up. He's glad that the places they go to are always packed, and that his blatant staring isn't obvious. He's literally sitting at the bar, alone, watching as you dance- a shy grin on his face as he sees you laugh with your head thrown back. Fuck, you were gorgeous.
If you guys ever worked on the same project while at the lab, he'd absolutely be losing his shit internally. He's seriously PANICKING.
Keeps side eyeing you as he pretends to work, but he really can't concentrate with you being in arms-reach at all times. Your perfume is clouding his brain, and he thinks that he needs to find out what brand it is and buy it, IMMEDIATELY. You say his name suddenly and his head snaps up to you as you start talking to him about smth work-related. Jonathan is nodding along to your words even though he's not hearing a single thing that's coming out of your mouth. He's too busy staring at the way your lips move as you talk.
"-but I don't know if that would be a good idea. What do you think?"
"Huh- 'm sorry what?" he's swallowing around nothing as he watches you chuckle softly, shaking your head, and he's scrambling to find something to say- throwing up a lame excuse of having a headache, anything to justify him acting like a caveman.
Literally replays the whole 3 second of this interaction in his head when he's home, and curses himself for being so pathetic.
The next day when he's still stuck working alongside you, (not that he minds in the slightest, it's just really, really hard for him to get any work done) you're invading his personal space, wanting to grab some papers that were left on his desk, and instead of going around him, you stretch and grab them from right next to him, and he swears he felt your tits brush against his arm-
that night he, once again, replays that day's interaction in his head, but this time he's whimpering while thinking about it, trying to remember the way you felt pressed against his arm even if it was for mere seconds.
He can't help but lower his briefs guiltily, biting his lip at the sight of his painfully hard cock. He wraps a hand around himself, closing his eyes shut, his mind immediately conjuring an image of you naked and panting for him-
"Fuh-fuck. Please fuck me, baby. Want y'so bad, shit-"
❥ weeks later ->
this might sound dumb BUT what if he's showing you smth on his phone and he goes to close the app, but when he does his social media is pulled up right next to that, your profile on display. Cold dread washes over him in a MILLISECOND, and he's yanking his hand back and away from you, closing all apps in lightning speed.
You're stunned, obviously. You wouldn't have thought anything of it, i mean checking someone's social media is not weird after all- but the way he reacted? That spoke volumes. And satisfaction pulls at your belly when you watch this man literally fight for his life. He's stuttering, readjusting his glasses constantly, even when he doesn't need to. And you're just sitting there watching him, trying to hide your smile by biting your lip softly.
"Jonathan.. d'you have anything to say to me?"
"What? N-no! Why would I?"
you shrug, "I dunno. You tell me,"
"Just, y'know.. I thought about following you since we work together 'n all..."
you hum, looking at him through your eyelashes, not believing him for a second, "Did you like my pictures?"
"What?!"
"You heard me,"
"Uh.. y-yeah. They were really nice."
Jonathan freezes when you scoot closer to him, one hand falling to his thigh "Yeah? S that what you do for fun, Jonathan? Stalk my profile?"
"No!-"
you click your tongue, leaning in to graze his ear with your teeth and he's shivering "Tell me the truth."
"Fuck... I.." his pretty lashes flutter when you squeeze his plush thigh, your hand inching dangerously close to his bulge-
You wait four more seconds, and when he still doesn't answer, your hand falls on the outline of his cock, and you're squeezing him over his pants. He moans, and you have to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him bc of how loud he was. You were still at work, after all.
"Answer me, baby." you mutter against his jaw, and his eyes roll back as he whimpers, the sound muffled by your palm.
"Mffyesh- I do, fuck, I look at you all the damn time-"
You coo at that, starting to rub him over his pants "Yeah? I bet you touch yourself to my pictures too.. God, you're disgusting."
he nearly sobs, "I am, I am-! M sorry, just want you so bad- Please, I'm sorry- You're perfect, I couldn't help it,"
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veronicathegoddess · 1 year
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thinking about climbing into his lap when he gets home late and resting my head on his shoulder. then starting to feel needy cause i was without him all day and i can feel his cock growing hard but being too tired to have sex. so i pull at his sleeve and mumble that i want to feel full and let him pull my panties to the side and push his cock inside. him gently thrusting into me until i slowly drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms all while still cockwarming him because every time he tries to pull out, i whine into his shoulder
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cuntylestat · 9 months
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you don't fully appreciate how incredible jacob anderson's louis is until you watch iwtv (1994) and see brad pitt visibly wish on screen that he had 40 million dollars to buy himself out of his contract
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yuzurins · 11 months
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streamer!suna x streamer!reader - this was so self indulgent and badly written in my notes app but it’s ok i want to be back here bc tumblr is fun haha
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“me? and y/n?” suna scoffed, face showing no hint of reaction. “now that’s too much, you guys are overthinking it.”
he mumbled, deep in concentration, as his eyes darted back and forth from his game to the rapidly moving chat screen.
**h789: don’t act like we didn’t see you build a whole house for her!!!
**n.m**y: you literally got her a whole tank of axolotls THOSE THINGS TAKE SO MUCH TIME TO GET
su**: the flowers MAN the flowers 😞
**be*17***: and the list goes on…
suna rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh. “were you guys here when i literally blew the house down and kidnapped all the axolotls?? it was an elaborate plan to prank her and make her scared of course.”
miya**sam**: shut up bro😭
mk**j1*: 🫢🫢🫢
g****0a: SUNA THE BIG FAT BULLY
su**: he’s bullying her bc he likes her
miya**sam**: ewww how sadistic of him
uu**720**n*: IT TAKES TWO??? HELLO???
luvv**esu***0: nah guys he’s dating me why would he be with y/n
k*tss**k: imagine being delulu
**h789: my bae yn too good for him she’s thousands times better than u
a look of disgust crosses his face.
luvv**esu***0: stop he just doesn’t know it yet!!
su**: just stop it’s so embarrassing t-t
h**y*vs*: are you sure guys
h**y*vs*: feels like sunarin wouldn’t be that mean to his girlfriend :(
“no literally, i hate her guts.” he paused the game he was currently playing, opened up a new tab and searched up “sunarin being mean to y/n”
scrolling down the long page of search results, he stared at the camera with a face that screams “told you so” and laughed.
“chat, you guys can fantasize all you want, but just know that there’s tons of evidence online that can prove you all wrong in less than a second, so it’s just funny seeing you all believe that me and her are actually dating-“
now as if on cue, you burst into the room in your pajamas and dashed over to the boy sitting by the computer.
suna flinched and turned around immediately, panic starting to overcome his face. “what the-“
“RINNNN PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEEEE CAN WE GET A CAT I REALLY WANT A CAT SO BADDDD I PROMISE ILL TAKE CARE OF IT AND CLEAN UP ALL OF ITS POOP I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLYYY JUST WANT A CAT ITS BEEN MY DREAM ALL MY LIFE!!!!!” you blabbered nonstop as you clung onto his arm, not giving suna a chance to interrupt you at all.
“y/n what are you talking about i’m kinda streaming right now-“
“IF YOURE SCARED ILL STOP LOVING YOU AFTER WE GET THE CAT I WONT I PROMISE I REALLY DO SO Please don’t say—” seeing the look on his face, you turned around to see the thousands of people spamming the chat, finally realizing what he was trying to tell you and shrunk down in disbelief. “no….”
miya**sam**: told you so
miya**sam**: hi y/n!! 🤣
su**: OMG
mk**j1*: NEOJDDIJDJC NO WAYYY
**h789: SHES ADORABLE I LOVE YN
g****0a: STRIMMER EXPOSED
atsu**b*****: LOLOLOL
suna immediately turns his webcam and microphone off.
your boyfriend scowls as you give him an innocent smile.
uh oh, busted.
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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Irondad fic ideas #134
Fic where everything in the current MCU has happened
...for Peter.
In fact, Mysterio captured Peter right after Endgame. Everything that happened since -- Europe, his identity, May -- has been an illusion.
Mysterio even altered Peter's memory of the battle against Thanos to torture him. He doesn't remember the rush to get Tony to a hospital. He doesn't remember being kidnapped. He believes Tony died on the battlefield
Which is why, when he's suddenly in a cell and Iron Man bursts in, frantic and alive, Peter has a hard time telling what's real.
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