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bulkhummus · 11 months
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Your character Banger is nonbinary but they just look like a man to me? Are they like, pre transition or? Post? Or?
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bakubunny · 7 months
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denki is the first to admit he gets so pussy drunk on you that sometimes it’s hard to focus on your pleasure. if he’s honest, he feels a little embarrassed about that even though you’ve told him time and again that you love how much he needs your pussy. in fact, you’ve done the courtesy of reminding him more than once that you feel more pleasure and satisfaction when he lets go and fucks you, even if it means he ends up fingering his cum into you until you’re shaking for the first time that night.
still, sometimes he’s self conscious that he’s not like kirishima or bakugo; he’s heard stories once or twice about how kiri’s stamina is unmatched, and bakugo can easily go multiple rounds without blinking. but denki? while he might have size working in his favor, he’s always been a “one and done” kind of guy, and his stamina doesn’t rival the gods. he figured out a while ago that he wanted a solution for that, and he’s certainly found one or two.
denki’s big, soft, manicured hands have made you cum harder than you ever have with anyone else, the way he curls them just right as he rubs against the sweet spot of your soft walls. his long, thick fingers massage and tease tender places inside of you in ways that make your limbs go weak as your head spins. and gosh, seeing his eyes twinkle with pride the first time he successfully made you squirt all over his hand was almost as euphoric as the orgasm itself.
he also has surprising amount of skill and patience with his head between your thighs. he’d stay there all night if you let him. and the way he whimpers and groans when your fingers are tightly wound in his hair, your hips grinding into his face is sometimes all it takes to push you over the edge. you’ll never forget the first time you really sat on his face and pushed your hips into him; he came so hard that a little bit of his cum hit your ass and you hadn’t even touched his dick yet, which soon left you shaking in return….
denki may not be like his two best friends, but he will make damn sure he worships your body, that he still leaves you moaning his name as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re completely spent.
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suppenzeit · 5 months
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ascended astarion fans as an ascended astarion fan yall need to stop debating everyone who says even the slightest joke about him‼️‼️ i promise your life will get better when you just start blocking people and just enjoying shit‼️‼️‼️ ascended astarion is a horrid little bitchboy thats why hes good (in an entertainment sense. hes still a horrid little man lol)‼️‼️‼️
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romanticatheartt · 2 months
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I can't believe there are people in this fandom who say Mor lied about what happened at Autumn Court and led Azriel on for centuries. We have people say Gwyn, an SA survivor, has manipulate everyone with her lightsinger power and she wasn't actually SA'ed and undermine her strength in Blood Rite. We have people say Feyre overreacted and minimise her trauma and depression to nothing after UTM and calling her ungrateful...
All of these over another man's action...
While Eris didn't try to help her, y'all make a hero out of him for not touching her. I know why he did it but the fact that you all try to find an excuse for his actions and go as far as calling Mor a liar. (don't forget he slut shamed her in front of all the high lords...)
While Azriel is the one who's been panting after Mor for centuries while Mor couldn't be more obvious about how she doesn't want to do anything with him and you didn't even consider how she might not trust him enough to tell him the truth but somehow... Mor is at fault. Somehow Azriel, not even trying to talk to her once and discuss their situation and create a safe space for her and try to be her real friend instead of trying to be in a relationship with her and waiting for a mate bond to snap, is the victim here... you all don't find his actions creepy at all because he's a "shadow daddy". While Azriel still couldn't say he's over Mor to Rhysand and at the same time tried to fck Elain without thinking anything more about her (no future whatsoever), but somehow... somehow is Gwyn's fault, who used her lightsinger power to prevent it to happen and manipulate Azriel all the same... all of this is being said because of Azriel's own actions and you don't want to blame him and hold him accountable for his doings, so you find (create) these disgusting excuses.
While Tamlin only sat there for 3 months and didn't even try to help Feyre and y'all excuse his lack of action for protecting, but he could get her alone right before the night of her last trial... While he sat there begged on his knees and didn't even try to stop Amarantha, and in the main time each bones in Feyre's body was breaking. And you still find an excuse for him locking Feyre and not listening to her about how she's suffering, how she's drowning, for him being "traumatised"... but Feyre died for him and saved his court and people and the whole Prythian and destroyed herself in the process but you all don't even see it... and go as far as calling Feyre a coward for hesitating to kill those faeries...
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starrylayle · 18 days
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Regulus’ character in fanon is so funny coz — guy who gets abused by his parents? Gets peer pressured to join the death eaters? Highly intelligent? An excellent potions master? Like babe ur describing kid Snape u can come out of the closet as a snapie I promise u are still loved (maybe)
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tyrianlynch · 7 months
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Me flipping through the DSM-V attempting to diagnose the lynch brothers
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godisasimp · 20 days
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I want him in a way that is concerning to feminism, like I will become the average 1950's household wife.
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remus-poopin · 8 months
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In a modern muggle au James and Sirius would be one of those left leaning debate bro-esque streamers who spend their time yelling at bigots online but then says some real off the wall shit after talking incessantly for a couple of hours during a stream because they don’t want to actually investigate/interrogate their own prejudices and learned biases/behaviors because they think just because they identify as progressives they therefore can do no wrong.
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squorttle-pox · 28 days
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I would just like to aggressively kindly remind fans that harassing other fans, cosplayers, or actors in ANY WAY is totally uncool.
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thesockghost · 4 months
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Earth feels a bit odd in the sun and moon show…
A side from the gender obvious difference with her being one of the three girls on the show (earth Pollux and nebula) she seems a bit….misplaced so to say…..im not saying that she’s weird or bad or anything, I love earth in all her Barbie loving glory! But….she just feels odd……and I think I know why that is.
Earth doesn’t know true suffering.
She HAS suffered, but she doesn’t know what it’s like for your life to truly be a living hell.
Everyone else on the show is there because of suffering, and is in this mess because they wanted to find some way to escape it.
Sun and moon? Separated because of the suffering they had while together. Eclipse? Is constantly hunting for the star in hopes that he can make a life where he’ll never be alone or uncounted for again. Lunar? Helped eclipse take over the channel in hopes of a happy life as a family with eclipse. After that? helped sun and moon take down eclipse for the same reason. Even solar. While you might think that the reason he fits in so well is because he’s basically just a redeemed eclipse, and while that probably contributed to that, the whole reason he came there was to escape his moon and live a happier life.
All of these people have been promised a happier life, but ended up in a worse situation then before.
And you may be wondering “but what does this have to do with earth?”
She was never there because of suffering. She just came there because her dad told her to.
And you might be saying “oh but earth probably suffered when she was with the creator!” But you forget WHY she’s so sensitive about him. (Well one because of forgor) but secondly because she’s actually been treated pretty well. We’ve seen how much of a master manipulator the creator is, and if he’s smart, then he’d probably know that mistreating earth will only lead to problems. So what does he do? He keeps her happy and safe and most importantly, naïve.
So I think that the reason why earth sticks out like a sore thumb is because she doesn’t know what it’s like to suffer (well at least suffer to the s.a.m.s standard.) she was given everything on a Silver platter right up until she went to go live with sun and moon. AND EVEN THEN SHE HAS THE UPPER HAND IN THIS SITUATION.
She was programmed with therapy stuff in mental health HELL. So it’s odd to see her handle such traumatic situations so well, when we’ve gotten so used to seeing characters completely break when something terrible happens. And I’m not jumping on the “earth is a marry sue” train, she’s definitely had her idiotic and dicky moments. But the fact that she Handels it all so well ironically makes her the most robotic in the show.
So basically what I’m trying to say is that while the other characters have been to hell and back and still show scars from it, earth was basically given a “get out of jail free card” and actually knows how to deal with that kinda shit, and is almost the exact same personality wise as the day she debuted.
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lynmars79 · 18 days
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Maybe I'm just testy cuz it's a Friday afternoon & I'm not quite off work yet, and yeah some religions sure do have some things about celibate/virginal heroic figures in their own traditions. But writing a statement assuming that it's only due to religious hangups that someone might think a fictional character might not fuck sure ignores aces and ace headcanons in a really nasty way. So thanks for that.
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rlyc00l · 6 months
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i miss the pre-bl3 days when most of the fandom on tumblr was on the same page about they/them Zer0 and most of the people who insisted otherwise just were always actively transphobic shitheads I could block. Like nowadays people using he/him are reasonably just going with what the game says, completely unaware that Anthony Burch ever suggested he was going to do otherwise
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iamnmbr3 · 7 months
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Wow. Just saw a critique of a story that deals with the topic of ableism saying that it is ableist since it depicts the central character being persecuted because of a disability but never has any of the other characters say that the ableism is wrong.
Like the argument is literally that because the sympathetic main character is persecuted due to a disability but none of the other characters turn to the metaphorical camera and are like "oh this is actually ableist and bad" somehow the creator is condoning that behavior instead of critiquing it. Even though that CLEARLY was not the intent.
Critical thinking skills really are dead huh? When will people learn that depicting something is not the same as condoning it?!
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gifti3 · 7 months
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another thing I enjoy about asmos character is that we get hints about some of his past romantic relationships
Im sure the other brothers have engaged with others in the past but actually getting to read about it is interesting to me
#obey me asmodeus#i wanna learn everything about this character hah#it makes him feel more real the more info i get#also this info in particular makes sense for his type of character#being the avatar of lust and having so much love in his body#and ik it sounds weird cause#“ahh this is a self indulgent dating game we dont wanna hear about them being interested in others or having past lovers"#but i think it ENHANCES the importance of asmo falling for MC in the end (thats the whole point of “flirty” types tho)#also im nosy...im down to know!#trying to date changed my brain chemistry#me before would have not cared i think#anyways i refuse to believe none of the brothers other than asmo havent been interested in anyone other than mc#like only mc?#are u sure....#idk how to say it without sounding mean#but....thousands of years of existence and u never looked at anyone else other than mc?#no crushes even?#if they were aromantic it would make sense but they aren't cause mc (and even then people can experiment)#ik its fictional self indulgence but...it feels so unrealistic i cant take it seriously#when a character is only capable of falling in love with mc#and apparently NO ONE ELSE in the whole wide world#im already like “...hmmm naur” but now factor in that the character is not human and has been around for a very long time....#like theyve had to met so many people by now please be for real right now#well thats my spiel but i feel like i can keep rambling about this honestly
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im-an-anthusiast · 1 month
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Like Moth to a Flame
The sun glared down at Albion maliciously. Almost as if it knew what he was about to do, he thought. He dismissed the thought – and the heat – by shaking his head, locks of his ginger red hair sticky against his sweat-stained face. It didn’t help much with either of the issues. However, both were overshadowed near immediately as he came upon a familiar sight. A shed of deep brown wood – wood which showed its age. Its wear and tear would let Albion know how incredibly old it is, even if he hadn’t known it for as long as he knew his very parents. He walked towards it, and he could hear his heart thumping in his throat, flushing out the sound of the shed and the little foliage around it creaking and rustling in the wind. Approaching the shed, he reckoned he’d be called a “bad girl” if he got caught. However, the gnawing of anxiety had nothing on the rush of excitement flowing through his veins and buzzing at his fingertips. It almost flooded out the pain from the bruises and cigarette burns. Almost. He resumed his walk toward the shed, dragging his feet, enamoured by the sheer taboo of what he was doing. 
His eyes flicked to the padlock keeping the chained door shut as soon as he could get a good look at it. His breath hitched with anticipation and subsequently sped up with sheer glee. They really did forget. The key, caked with rust, was sticking out of the padlock – which hung on the chain keeping the door shut. A painfully large smile spread across Albion’s face. He immediately fumbled to reach the padlock. It didn’t take him long to realise that even on tiptoes, his 14-year-old body couldn’t reach even one of the chain links. He quickly whipped his head around to look for a solution, and immediately, he was struck by genius. He ran over to the nearest dead bush, and snapped off a sizable branch, hoping to use the piece of dead wood to somehow drag the chain down so that he could reach the padlock. Albion swallowed hard and started poking, jabbing, and tugging at the chain with his new favourite stick. Well, it will be his new favourite if it manages to help him out. 
To Albion’s dismay, the chain was far heavier than he had expected. It took all the strength in his stick-thin arms to make the chain budge even an inch. Pain was creeping up his feet and calves from tiptoeing at the edge of the shed, right by that damn decrepit door. Perspiration and heat caused sweat to cascade down his body and face, tasting salty on his lips. A slight gust of air lifted the hems of his oversized trench coat, lifting it off the ground, on which it was dragging on until now. And, as the gust blew, it rushed into some of the holes in the barely-not-rotting door, a good amount of dust and dirt getting in. As it did, air blasted out from some of the other openings in the door. And Albion, standing in front of one of them, was expecting the stalest air his young self has ever had the discomfort of getting to smell and taste to fill his lungs. The air rushed out, forcing itself up his nostrils. The biting, metallic smell almost went unnoticed due to the sensation accompanying it. As he inhaled, Albion felt energy course through his entire body, from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet. It was unlike anything he felt before, with all his senses stimulated – even those he wasn’t aware he had. He wasn’t sure how long he stood still, but he was suddenly tethered back to reality as the awful smell finally hit him. The utterly pungent smell of iron – or something else that Albion didn’t want to consider – was clouding his mind. It was disgusting, to the point he almost wanted to retch. But at the same time, he felt enamoured. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t tear himself away. But the door was still in his way.  
As he resumed his efforts, the stick still in his hand, he found himself wielding an unexpected strength. He also realised that he had been swallowing the air flowing from the shed in greedy gulps, its sweet taste buzzing inside his mouth. He felt as though he could rip the door down. So, he tried. He slid each of his scarred little hands between the doors and gripped them tightly with his fingers. The wood splintered. And Albion started to deflate, assuming nothing happened – before realising that, wait, he splintered the wood with his bare hands? While the wood was rotten and decrepit, Albion was sure that couldn’t have been it. The wood was laughably easy to splinter – Albion had struggled more with snapping the stick he had been holding until a while ago off the bush. Albion stared at his hands as he stretched his fingers, then clenched his fist – not feeling anything out of the ordinary. He reluctantly – and almost cautiously – placed his hands back on the splintered inside of the doors and pulled. And as he did, wood snapped off the door, staying in Albion’s tight, squeezing grasp, the intensity of which almost caused it to splinter further. He was aware of splinters digging into his skin, but he hardly felt it – and cared even less due to the sudden rush of what he was doing, and the pleasantly uncomfortable energy burning and boiling in his veins. As the wood snapped off, however, more air flowed out of the shed, enveloping him in its sickly sweet, attractive aroma. 
What happened next was a bit of a blur to him. He knew he had continued tearing apart the door – entranced by the scent. He also knew that he had managed to rip a large hole into the door – large enough to pass through. It all felt hazy and hard to think about, being at the back of his mind as he stepped through the hole. The sweetly disgusting and disgustingly sweet smell flooded him and filled his nostrils fully. His head started spinning, and he swayed, just barely catching himself on an oddly sticky wooden table. The inside of the shed was incredibly dark, even despite the hole in the wall. Albion stood still, propping himself up on the table at the side of the cramped wooden interior. It took him a while to get used to the overwhelming smell and the reaction it invoked in him. About as long as it took for his eyes to get used to the darkness. The wood was not like it was from the outside. It may have been just as old and putrid, but the colour was off, somehow. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but it seems as though the wood was of a harsher, redder brown. His eyes continuing their journey across the inside of the shed, he noticed metal chains hanging off the ceiling, with hooks on their final, rusted links. And the little light that did enter the shed made them gleam with a crimson shine. Albion tried not to think about that too hard – he was usually pretty good at that. He averted his eyes from the hooks, and his gaze snapped to the table he was leaning on. On it was a bloodied human arm, from the hand to the shoulder, lying inches away from his own. Albion threw up. 
Shaking, on hands and knees, he kept gagging and retching. The floor was slick with the once-contents of his stomach. He regretted this. Sweet though it may be, he was choking on forbidden fruit. He wanted to have fun exploring where he knew he wasn’t allowed, but instead, his head was spinning, and he could feel just how empty his stomach was. As if in response, the smell hit him again. He knew what it was this time. And yet, he couldn’t resist dragging himself up as the energy jolted his body. The smell was emanating from every blood-soaked inch of the wood. It made him want to rip the wood out of the walls and floors, to lick and suck all the blood out of it. But more powerful than that was the pull towards the arm. It lacked any skin. Slick and red, it enticingly rested on the table with blood pooling around it. The meaty flesh made was mouth-watering. He lunged towards the arm and bit into it, his teeth sinking into its flesh, and he tore at the meat, swallowing large chunks greedily. Intense nausea caused him to gag numerous times, but the visceral hunger overtaking him was so overpowering that Albion didn’t even realise that he was on all fours again – ripping into the arm with his teeth and jerking his head as to tear off a chunk of that intoxicatingly sweet meat. 
The flesh and blood flowed down his throat, causing now-familiar energy to spark within him. All his senses were overwhelmed, and a searing heat started rising from his belly, through his chest, and spreading upwards. The contents of his throat and mouth got flooded out by scorching hot, flaming bile. Pure, liquid fire flowed from his mouth, setting the wooden floor below him aflame. Horrible, white-hot pain shot through his entire torso and neck, fire dragging itself down his tongue. Albion’s blue-green eyes rolled back from sheer agony, as heat scraped his insides on its way out of him. He can only watch as the wooden floor below him is burnt through, the contents of his throat and mouth searing the ground below them. A mantra of pleadings – please please PLEASE STOP – is the only thing Albion can think through how clouded his mind has become. And as he does, the flames immediately cease. The heat moves back to his chest. It is still endlessly painful – like a large, flaming stake being driven through his chest – however, a stake feels like bliss compared to the very Sun forcing its way up his throat. His cheeks were slick with tears, and his eyelids felt heavy. Albion was sure that closing his eyes for just a second couldn’t possibly do any harm. He did so.  
He dreamt of hands and lit cigarettes, of belts and blood. Heat started flourishing in his chest, and he quickly realised that that pain wasn’t the same as the pain in his dream, the pain that he was used to. He woke with a gasp, a sudden breath drawing sharply through his rugged throat. His chest felt like it was on fire. He bit his lip, trying not to cry again. Reaching towards the table, he did his best to ignore how slick and sticky it was. But as his fingers wrapped around it, the wood suddenly ignited, flames spreading across it far too quickly. Albion could only watch in terror as the fire jumped across the shed, crawling on the floor and climbing the walls, blood and meat sizzling under and in the flames. Swallowing hard – despite how painful it was – he felt himself overcome by the urge to feast again. Despite the fire raging around him, he was mesmerised. However, the sound of shouting voices snapped him out of it. The words were slightly hard to make out through the roaring and crackling of flames, but he could make out some “What has she done”s and “Oh God”s. His breathing became erratic. He was neck-deep in trouble. Both the inferno raging around him and the one burning in his chest suddenly felt small and irrelevant. A figure walked through flames, into the burning shed, and despite Albion’s struggles and attempt at resistance, he was grabbed by the wrist and dragged out. He could hear talking and felt that his wrist was going to be left with a sprain, but he could hardly focus on that. He was in so much trouble. 
He watched vacantly as the shed burnt brightly, like a beacon in the cold night. The sky was painted with beautiful blues and purples, and clouds of stars decorated it. Any attempts to save the shed or its contents proved pointless. He hoped they would take longer trying. Just a little longer, running around and wasting time. His wish wasn’t fulfilled though. As they neared, their eyes were focused on him – and filled with anger. A tight grip suddenly seized his hair, and he winced in dread and anticipation. But then, a painful heat welled up in his chest again – threatening to spill out of him, and he smiled. Just a little. 
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aemiron-main · 11 months
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these are literally some of the dumbest tags ive ever seen. like. there’s SO much here that’s untrue, including the empathy part. “love couldnt have fixed him as a child” have you considered he didnt need to be fixed??? Did you even watch the show???? Love would have ABSOLUTELY helped him, and he didn’t need to be fixed.
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like i shouldnt be surprised that people on here are Siding On The Side Of Child Abuse but… and just like god there’s so many Factual Errors here, shitty and cruel attitude aside. “torturing animals for fun” and the kid in question looks distressed the whole time & a bunch of parallels indicate that he was trying to free the rabbit, but god forbid we look beneath our first surface impressions, right?
and also, the whole “before the lab” thing makes me insane because it acts like everything in his life was fine prior to the lab. meanwhile, he talks about how he was treated as being broken PRIOR to the lab and how his mother despised him PRIOR to the lab and how she wanted to send him away to an abusive predator scientist PRIOR to the lab and that’s just the surface level shit let alone all of the subtext about what his life was like pre-lab.
and not only is it impossible for him to have been trancing victor and killing slice at the same time & theres so much weirdness there, even if he straight up murdered virginia and alice got killed as part of it, it’s not like it happened because He’s Inherently Bad And Evil. I think he was in the right to kill virginia!!!!! Like sorry but wanting to send him away to Brenner????? She had it coming. Alice didn’t, but again, there’s so much weirdness around that AND even if he did kill her, the whole thing could have been prevented if people (Virginia) weren’t trying to send him off to the lab/fix him.
Like it’s insane to me that people will watch Dart’s arc about how creatures from the UD aren’t inherently evil and how Dustin’s love made a huge impact on Dart and yet will also go “oh yep mhm the duffers wrote this Literal Human Child to be Evil and Bad and Broken and he Needs To Be Fixed but hes so broken that not even love can fix him”.
Like. Op is the one with the real lack of empathy here & I sure hope they don’t extend this viewpoint to the abused and autistic kids/people in their life. I don’t feel bad calling the tags dumb because they ARE dumb and literally factually inaccurate and they’re cruel and contributing to the stigma around people who are low empathy (and henry isn’t even low empathy).
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