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lifeiskentastic · 8 months

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gn!Reader in one car with Holland March in the middle of a traffic jam

Gif by @adoresbenho

A/N: Tell me, would you read a fanfic about Ryan Gosling's five-minute role as a lecherous elf on snl New Year's episode? (this sounds so crazy, but Ryan is so cute with the pointy ears, bangs, and tall hat... I just need to write it.)

Summary: Agency partner Reader once again gets stuck in a traffic jam with Holland;

Song I recommend: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen was just made ror Holland;

Word count: 724 words;

Nice reading!

It was just another morning as the third member (counting from the moment of join, although Holland always argued with Hilly to take over as "second" as if it were something really important) of the detective agency. It was just another morning traffic jam in Los Angeles, the only advantage of which was extra time to shave or drink a cup of coffee. After all, as it turned out, working as a detective requires punctuality, which in the case of Holland March was a big problem. So from the very beginning of the day, you were in a hurry, rushing to get things done, and only during irreparable traffic jams could you afford to exhale.

Holland could finally shave, and you could have a cup of strong coffee instead of breakfast.

For such occasions, Holland even kept a thermos of coffee and mountains of plastic cups in the car. No matter how many times you persuaded him to get rid of at least half of them, he categorically refused, calling it a "necessity of life." Well, given that he also used them to drink his liter-long supply of alcohol, it's not surprising.

The only thing that remained a mystery even to the three detectives was why a jar of whipped cream kept appearing in the glove compartment of his car. Although you had a bold guess that after you told Holland that you loved whipped cream coffee, he took it too much to heart.

"Do you think Healy is there yet?"

You asked, sipping from your cup.

"Oh, yeah, Mr.I'm-right-on-time-because-this-is-an-important-job has been there since sunrise."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. The special relationship between your two partners couldn't help but make you laugh, literally, every day.

Holland beamed with pride when he managed to make you laugh.

"Oh, and also..."

But another laugh from you didn't let March finish his sentence. But what could you do? Still, the naive look on Holland's face with a piece of shaving foam on his cheek was more amusing than you could have imagined.

"Pfft... Ha-ha, wait..."

You reached for his cheek to brush away the remaining lather as Holland watched you in pure embarrassment. His eyes looked even more confused when you were a few millimeters away from his face.

However, you quickly returned to your seat, showing traces of white, puffy foam on your palm.

"Is that what made you giggle so much?"

This made you think back to that unsuspecting look on March's face, caught up in his own joke, and made you laugh uncontrollably again.

"I'm sorry... You just looked so cute."

"Did I?"

Holland leaned closer to your seat, scrutinizing every part of your face. You were about to ask what he was going to do, but...

"Aha! Found it!"

His head came as close to yours as possible, and he touched something near the tips of your lips with a triumphant exclamation.

"Is that cream? You're such a sloven."

Holland's finger did indeed show traces of cream from your coffee. And your partner seemed to be expecting some kind of funny reaction from you, looking expectantly into your soul, but you were honestly not in the mood for it... Still, your heart was still racing from being so close to Holland. For some reason, when there were so small distance between the two of you, you began to feel strange jolts inside your chest.

When you barely regained consciousness, the only thing you could do was to move your whole body as close to Holland as possible, making your partner's eyes widen in surprise once again. You didn't know what was driving you at that moment, but you knew you had to work, and you were within a pinkie nail's distance of March's face.

"You're one to talk..."

You ran your fingers through Holland's mustache, wiping away the subtle streaks of shaving foam that had started this whole thing.

Although you wanted something like this, you hadn't expected Holland to do it first. That he would push forward, quickly crossing the short distance between you, and confidently touch your lips. Of course, you immediately returned his kiss.

It seems that car horns were already blaring behind you and angry drivers were furious, but for now you were too busy with each other to pay attention to such trifles.

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

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hmslusitania · 7 years

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Blade Runner 2049 - a review

Concerning women, sex, and sexualisation in this highly aesthetic sci-fi film.

Oh my god, this is literally nothing but spoilers.

First things first - as with the first Blade Runner there’s a piece to be written about using a fictional faction of people to represent the struggles of marginalised minority groups and casting only white people as this new faction, but I am not the person to write that, as I am a middle class white American.

What I can talk about is women, and sex.

I will note that the majority of the female characters in the movie died, most of them violently and brutally. I was going to say “obviously this is a problem” but apparently it’s not obvious because it keeps happening in films. Jared Leto slices open a brand new replicant – ostensibly because he’s upset she’s sterile??? – and lets her bleed to death in the background. The replicant Luv beats Lieutenant Joshi to death and then really unnecessarily bangs her corpse’s head against the desk. Luv also “kills” K’s holographic girlfriend Joi, as well as shooting the new copy of Rachel in the head, before being drown/strangled to death herself by K. Which left us with three female characters alive and well at the end of the movie – Mariette played by Mackenzie Davis (because despite the spate of deaths, the prostitute wasn’t one of them, possibly for the first time ever in a major movie), the mysterious leader of the replicant rebellion, Freysa, and the most important character in the entire movie, Dr Ana Stelline.

Because that’s just it. Despite the fact that five of the eight women with significant amounts of screen time die horribly (and unnecessarily in 4/5 cases), the most important character in the movie is the crafter of memories, Ana Stelline.

For those of you who haven’t seen the movie, or did and did not discern a noticeable plot (which would be understandable since it’s Blade Runner and the point of Blade Runner is the #aesthetic), it centres around LAPD officer K (Ryan Gosling), a replicant who was sent to find the offspring of a replicant. As we all know, replicants cannot reproduce, because that would make them people, so this is troubling to the keepers of order (namely Lieutenant Joshi played by post-Antiope Robin Wright). For most of the movie, the viewer and Officer K are convinced that he is that replicant child, and he even has a real memory to back up this hypothesis. And then, at the crux of the movie, we learn that the replicant child everyone has been hunting for is a woman, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Having K be the miraculous child would have been narratively convenient, endlessly predictable and boring, and yet another entry into the world of the “white dude as the promise of the future” genre. And Blade Runner 2049 changed that by having the actual face of things to come be a woman. She was a woman who was at the very least half-replicant (“Were you designed to fall in love with Rachel the moment you saw her?” Jared Leto asked. “This is the question everyone’s been asking for thirty-five years, asshat,” Ridley Scott, Harrison Ford, and the entire list of people who have ever seen Blade Runner replied.) and was also so human that she was a maker of memories to implant in the heads of replicants to give them proper human emotions. And she was the answer to the future. She did not have a big on-screen role, but it was absolutely the most important role in the film.

I also want to talk about sex, intimacy, and sexualisation, because what the movie did with them was fascinating. The most intimate relationship in the entire movie was clearly that of K and Joi, his holographic love-bot-girlfriend. Joi and K were both quite aware that she was a hologram, and a step further removed from humanity than he was as a replicant. And maybe it was because he also wasn’t fully human that her programming seemed to adapt, and made her want to be more like a real girl. In a movie full of naked breasts, we never saw K’s version of Joi naked.

Sex has always been a commodity in the Blade Runner universe, and it is to such an extent in 2049 that almost all of the nudity is commodified and sexualised without ever actually being…sexual. The majority of the living, breathing women who appear naked in the movie aren’t filmed with the typical slow panning of the camera with soft lighting to indicate sensuality and encourage the viewer to want to have sex with them. There is an entirely naked, freshly hatched replicant who is noticeably not posed to be sexual the way women’s bodies usually are in film – although any credit that might have got them is immediately ruined by Jared Leto touching her womb, monologuing about how agonising it is to him that his “angels” are fruitless, and then slicing her open like a bad science experiment dissection.

The next time we see a fully naked woman, it is Mariette the morning after she has sex with K, as she is getting dressed. There are no lingering closeups, no slow panning over perfectly taught abs or tensed thighs or perky breasts. There’s just a woman getting dressed in the morning that is never, in any way, sexual.

In fact, the only sex scene in the entire movie – which is also possibly the strangest and most fascinating threesome I’ve seen in mass media – never once features nudity. There’s a desynchronised kiss, and…that’s it. The only time the bed features into it is when Mariette gets up the next morning. It was the culmination of the intimacy between K and Joi and it was a little sensual, and well-acted, but at no point was it sexualised.

The only time we see Joi naked is as a massive hologram advertisement trying to appeal to K after he’s lost his version of her. The advertisement is clearly attempting to be sexual but neither K nor the audience perceives it that way. Instead, it is simply the reminder that his life, and his Joi’s life, were manufactured by someone else and the only real way to prove they’re worth something – the most human thing they can do – is die for something that matters. Joi had, by that point, already died for something that mattered to her – K – and he had to decide whether or not he was going to help the replicant underground and keep Jared Leto-corp from getting information from Deckard. The naked billboard was the reminder that even though they were mass produced, him and Joi, they could still find some individuality by doing something different than their intended purpose.

Another moment worth mentioning is during the final fight with Luv. The moment where she grabs K’s jaw and kisses him before declaring she is the superior. I only bring it up because it made the friend I was sitting next to throw up her hands in disgust and despair (she hated the movie, as an aside). It was a kiss, yes, but it was so very obviously an “I own you” kiss of dominance that if it hadn’t been for my friend’s dismay, I wouldn’t have even included it in this category of thought.

So that’s Blade Runner 2049. Sex isn’t nudity, intimacy isn’t really sex, and nudity isn’t sexualised, all while sex is a major commodity. Women died, but there were also more named female characters than there were named male characters, so I don’t really know what to do with that. In conclusion, I still have a crush on Mackenzie Davis, and honestly, I enjoyed and liked the movie very much.

#blade runner 2049 #movie review #the ghost ship has opinions

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junker-town · 7 years

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6 things to watch that will help you make it to the NFL season

We have some TV and movie suggestions to help you pass the time until football is back.

It’s been 150 days since the Patriots pulled off that improbable comeback win over the Falcons, and we’ve still got another 64 days to go until the NFL’s regular season is officially back. To help you pass the time, we’ve pulled together a guide of all the best football-related shows and movies you should be watching to help get through the next few weeks.

An obvious staple is Hard Knocks, which features the Tampa Bay Buccaneers this year. You’ll be able to get your training camp fix and check out the heated camp battle between kickers Roberto Aguayo and Nick Folk. You’ll also probably see some really nice Mike Smith dad shorts and sandals combinations.

But that won’t begin airing on HBO until Aug. 8, so we’ve got some other ideas for you in the meantime.

All or Nothing with the Arizona Cardinals

Yes, this is last year’s All or Nothing, the series on Amazon that follows an NFL team for an entire season and brings you all of the gritty details. This current season centers on the Los Angeles Rams, who bored us all to tears last year on Hard Knocks. My esteemed editor, Ryan Van Bibber, described this season of All or Nothing as the Thursday Night Football of reality shows. Save yourself the time.

But last year’s series took us through the whole realm of emotion. From the joys of learning all of the colorful ways Bruce Arians employs profanity to get his point across, to the tears we shed when Reilly, team president Michael Bidwell’s very good rescue dog, passed away, was riveting from start to finish. Do yourself a favor and skip the 7 and 9 bullshit of this year’s season. Rewatch last year’s instead.

Gleason

Grab some tissues before you start this film, which chronicles former Saints safety and special teamer Steve Gleason’s courageous battle with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, better known as ALS, or Lou Gehrig’s disease. It’s a tear-jerker, but it’s also the story of a man, a husband, and a father who won’t give up, even in the face of a terminal diagnosis with a devastating disease.

“I have this diagnosis, and it’s not going to crush my life, even if it does crush my body,” Gleason says in the film.

ALS does take his ability to walk and speak and much more, but with the love and support of his family, Gleason still manages to triumph. It’s a heartbreaking film but a worthwhile one.

Remember the Titans

This 2000 Disney film starring Denzel Washington, Ryan Gosling, and a very precocious Hayden Panettiere is a must-watch for any football fan. It’s based on the life and experience of Herman Boone, a black coach hired by a primarily white high school who faces the daunting task of integrating the team.

But if you tune in hoping to see some quality football, you might be disappointed. Gosling is a man of many talents, but he is absolute garbage in coverage.

At least he can dance.

Idiocracy

Terry Crews played in 32 NFL games for the Rams, Chargers, Washington, and the Eagles. He’s also a great actor, regularly stealing scenes on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Well before that, he was in the movie Idiocracy. If you haven’t seen it, Crews plays Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho, the President of the United States in a not-so-distant future where everything is, well, kind of a mess.

In this role, Crews displayed remarkable leadership.

“Now I understand everyone's shit's emotional right now,” Crews says as President Camacho. “But I've got a three-point plan that's going to fix everything.”

That three-point plan was to let Luke Wilson’s character, who’s known as Not Sure and has the highest IQ in the world, just fix everything. That’s actually a sensible approach. I would vote for President Camacho. Camacho 2020. Let’s go.

The Replacements

The 2000 Keanu Reeves and Gene Hackman film, The Replacements, tells the story of the fictional Washington Sentinels owner bringing in replacement players during a players strike. That includes Reeves, who plays former All-American and Ohio State star quarterback Shane Falco (different from his other former Ohio State quarterback character, Johnny Utah). Falco is absolutely terrible at first, and of course, manages to pull it together — pivotal team-bonding dance scene included — and lead his team to victory.

The current Collective Bargaining Agreement doesn’t expire until 2021, but the NFL is already cautioning players to start saving up in case there’s another lockout. Now a lockout is different from a players strike, but this is still a fun, if predictable, film.

Heaven Can Wait

If you’re just desperate for some Los Angeles Rams viewing material, and you’ve taken our advice to just not bother with All or Nothing, check out Heaven Can Wait.

Warren Beatty is Joe Pendleton, a backup quarterback for the Rams who, while on his bike, is hit by a car, which kills him. It turns out that Pendleton was actually taken much too soon, so he’s reincarnated as millionaire businessman Leo Farnsworth. He then buys the Rams and intends to become the quarterback and lead the team to the Super Bowl, even though Farnsworth was absolutely not in any kind of NFL shape.

I don’t want to give you any spoilers about the rest of the plot, but I will tell you this: Heaven Can Wait is infinitely better than anything else you can watch about the Rams right now.

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