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zivazivc · 2 months
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Did Les and Hed know either of their fathers?
Yes, they lived with both actually, and they both refer(red) to both of their fathers as "dad" (well, hed's father was daddy).
They lived with Hed's dad and their mom in a small village/town in the rock kingdom since Les was basically still a baby and till he was around 8 or 9 when their mom died (Hed then being 4 or 5). Soon after that Les ran away and took Hed with him, because Hed's dad was very abusive toward him and it only got worse when Les grew to the height and size of an adult rock troll at around 8 years old. Les had a very hard time growing up in the rock kingdom in general, he was the only mixed genre troll where they lived and no one ever treated him age-appropriate because of his size, even unintentionally. Don't even get me started on the bigotry. :(
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So then Les ran away with Hed to go find his biological dad, because surely his real dad who is also a funk troll like him would like him more. (Somehow they managed to find him with the help of one old photo Les had of him.) It turned out that wasn't the case and Les quickly realized that the funk trolls didn't consider him as one of their own either. But his dad still (reluctantly) decided to take them in if they stayed out of the way. And that's where they grew up and lived (in Vibe City) until not that long before they meet Floyd. It was a very strange and not at all child friendly environment because Les's dad lives in a cramped apartment with a bunch of stoner roommates and with different trolls coming and leaving all the time, so their home was more a hangout den for a bunch of washed up adults than an actual home...
The two rock trolls' first month there; Les was learning how to play the bass and he got super into it and he broke into song which then ended up with a punk rock scream, Hed heard it and started screaming all over the apartment (normal and healthy behavior for many rock troll kids):
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Floyd also had the misfortune of meeting both of them (Les's dad intentionally and Hed's dad by chance). It's an understatement if I say he despises them
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mamawasatesttube · 3 months
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Was reading some of the yj comics and got to the part where Kon revealed he had a wife and she was holding a baby with dark curly hair and when I tell you that I just about lost my mind alongside Bart bc where did this baby come from???
ah yj19... yes that was one hell of a red herring skjdfh but also genuinely if i think too hard about kon, lophi, and babymartha i will lose my mind. lophi felt so strongly about kon that she let him suggest (and ultimately went with) the name of his (grand)mother for her child. her husband was murdered and this other man showed up and said hey i'll look out for you and the baby because it's the right thing to do and she let him pick the name for that child. there was love in this house. there was LOVE in this house BENDIS. YOU CAN'T JUST ABANDON THEM OR ACT LIKE KON WOULD ABANDON THEM AT THE DROP OF A HAT LIKE THIS???? BENDIS WHAT WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE??? BENDIS THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS HOUSE WHAT THE FUCK
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getosugurusbangs · 4 months
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every day i thank god that my mom is supportive of my design headcanons for characters because if i had to answer her questioning me about why i do it, i’d probably lose it
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softpine · 5 months
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have u thought about doing a frozen pines face claims post? i wonder if you changed ur mind about some of the old ones over the years and how you picture some of the newer characters <3
tbh i find face claims to be more of a hindrance than an inspiration. i see people on the street all the time who remind me of my characters, but i never see actors who jump out at me in the same way. part of it is because obviously actors can dye their hair / put on fake tattoos or cover up tattoos / style themselves completely differently, and i'm not a casting director so it's hard for me to look past an actor's natural appearance to see what they could actually bring to the table for a certain character. but also part of it is my general distaste for the average actor right now; everyone feels so cookie cutter attractive (and they're all in their mid 20s whether they're playing a high school kid or a middle aged dad... like no one ever looks their age) i know that sounds really annoying and pretentious lmao and it's not true in every case, it's just what i'm feeling lately. so if i were picking actors for frozen pines i would choose them based more on vibes & performance rather than strictly appearance, while keeping everyone's core physical characteristics the same, which is a tall order 😭
long story short, i overthink everything and i find it frustrating to even try :( it's a lot more fun for me to remember the fictional characters who have inspired my own characters in some way (either through appearance, personality, or circumstances) so i do that way more often than face claims!!
BUT i do have one. just one ;-; river phoenix as finn
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asterouslyaesthetic · 10 months
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thinking about kiralfonse lovechild from a timeline where they get to grow up and be middle-aged together, only for their happy coexistence to shatter because of hel
the "war" lasts almost two years and for three-fourths of those two years, zach's family is mostly dead—his father, by líf on the battlefield; his sister, by an undead soldier when he stubbornly decides to go fight and she tags along, despite their mother begging them to stay put; his mother, by thrasir, in front of him, and what makes it worse is that she musters up the last of her strength to send him away with breidablik
only his aunt survives (ironic) and takes him to embla, which wasn't the initial target and so is mostly okay. he grows an attachment to his namesake and to veronica, and they also die to protect him because he's the only one who can make things right
he manages to get as far as finding the other breidablik, thanks to loki tipping him off after traumatizing him by masquerading as "his mom who he accidentally summoned", but líf figures this out and has to put him down
(oh, and also, this time around, eir recalls what happened and runs to warn the latest target about it, and since kiralfonse are middle-aged, while she's basically a teenager/young adult, they treat her like a second daughter while zach and his sister sol take up the role their father and aunt initially occupied
and zach refuses to let eir be taken away too, but fails miserably, with breidablik being his last ditch effort to save her)
and then he gets summoned to canon timeline askr, where they've beaten hel and his parents' murderers roam the halls like ghosts
even worse is that líf is basically kiran's bodyguard so he usually stalks her from afar, but he's gone on a mission when the kid's summoned. in the meantime, zach—a mama's boy who spent the last few months of her life depressed and convinced only his mother could save askr, only for her to choose to save him and the guilt of it is something he still has trouble coping with—also takes up that role, fearful of anything that might hurt her
(it becomes a running joke that whenever he sneaks up on her and hugs her, she's like "alfonse?"
at first, it bothers zach because he struggles with the insecurity that he's absolutely nothing like his parents, in true second gen lord fashion
but then she disappears for like six hours—and later, it turns out she was just accompanying his grandma for a trip to a town nearby, along with some other heroes, but forgot to mention it to someone—and he's like "oh")
and then líf comes back. and although thrasir warns him, because she remembers well what a wreck he was after killing his own son, who, in their timeline, died much younger and he couldn't even be there for his last moments, he still struggles with his curiosity and desire to see the mother and son duo safe
unfortunately, the first time they meet is when freyja decides to put kiran to sleep since now there isn't anyone to interfere with her plans. and zach left her for like five minutes, at which point she wandered off to the summoning grounds and fainted right before líf's eyes
líf has to walk ten feet behind them, even after alfonse assures him that yes, líf is perfectly harmless, only for things to get tense real quick when zach gets incredibly angry and ends up revealing something everyone's already guessed (after alfonse accidentally reveals who líf actually is).
things stay tense until kiran wakes up and works her magic. it's literally the first thing she does.
(thrasir also "helps", because she fills him in on what happened after he died, and since there's still a small part of him that can't help but care about líf since it's his dad, it affects him deeply)
he does reconcile with alfonse, though líf remains something they don't acknowledge
but he and líf manage a mostly peaceful coexistence.
sometimes, they'll even have conversations, mostly when they're stuck working together and líf's weapon ends up hurting zach so líf gets to be a bit fussy, and zach can't help but feel a bit jealous of the eight year old him who died, despite proclaiming he wants nothing to do with líf because that kid's dad loved him so much he was willing to murder another version of him for his sake—while líf is in this constant cycle of feeling unworthy and being grateful that zach is even willing to listen to him
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murasaki-kageyama · 1 year
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I want a fic where Anya finds out about the drag thing and one day asks Loid to dress as a girl for the lolz as it sounds cool, and he’s like “ok 🤷‍♂️” and Yor is having Crisis about Pretty Girl Loid
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wherela · 11 months
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one of those crying in the shower kind of days
#my 'best friend' stood me up today#and by stood me up i don't mean canceled last minute i mean didn't show up and only responded to my calls and texts after 45 min#why? she was hanging out with some guy (she met him last week. he's not a christian.) and lost track of time#she's also initiated no contact with me over the last few weeks#the explenation was she thought i was busy with my thesis. as if you can't check in on someone when they're busy#she also gosted me for 3 days (like a month ago??) cause she was asked to share at student group and i couldn't go CAUSE I WAS SICK#I'm just so tired of it at this point#but it's also made me realise i dont really have any close friends#i have lots of friends. sure. and i trust them too. but it's not the kind of close where i can write to them when I've got a problem#like maybe I'd tell them live if they asked me? but I wouldn't really write to them it would just be weird#and so who do I tell that I met S's parents yesterday and even though so many things have happened since then already thats the only one#I can think about???? or that he actually CALLED ME afterwards specifically to tell me what they thought of our church#or that his mom apparently asked him if our relationship was still weird and he said 'yes' and I've been overthinking it cause i thought we#were finally okay and normal and genuinely just friends?#or that his mom said my look is that i dress vintage and it made me SO HAPPY!! that's my look!!! that's how I'm recognisable!!!#the answer is nobody. i have no one to tell :(#mine#s#I'm sorry I guess I had to vent this prolly turned out really really long
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sluttyten · 1 year
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Romantic/dating anxiety is definitely a thing (to me). I just steed into the dating world for the first time last year at the ripe age of 26 and when I tell you I’ve been anxious every time I’ve matched with someone/received a message complimenting me before we can even have a conversation/agreed to a date… it’s intense to say the least but I believe in us!
Definitely definitely a thing, like I’ve managed to give myself a decent stomachache just by overthinking this since it happened.
I don’t know what to do lmao because I have 0 experience, and like I just texted my best friend about, I shoot down every person that ever asks for my number or shows interest in me but then I also literally am always like…. looking for someone to be interested in me, but also like as soon as I know for sure they’re interested I don’t want them to be, and also I think I just feel awkward if the person is younger than me, so like when one of my coworkers clearly had a crush on me but he was like 5 or 6 years younger than me so I felt that was weird, and then this guy I don’t even know how old he is either so like that feels fucking awkward to me because nobody ever thinks I am my age, which right now I’m 27 😭 and the other day a girl I work with thought I was 23, which is a compliment but also like I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone that much younger than me 😭😭
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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the way billy’s mom leaving would’ve given neil the perfect excuse if people ever started to question billy’s behaviour
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odinsblog · 2 years
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So I was stuck in traffic today and I decided to give my cuz’n a call ….
#her 2yr old son answered the phone - exasperated#he just kept saying ‘where are you?’#and my cuz took the phone and said ‘your ears must have been on fire’#and im just asking is everything ok? whats going on? and thats when she tells me#a story that got me so choked up i had to pull over:#so it turns out she was out grocery shopping with her son and he insisted on carrying her reusable grocery bag#but he is only 2 and the bag is almost bigger than him and its completely full#but he insists - so my cuz sits the bag down and lets him try thinking he will give up when he sees its too heavy#and he was trying and trying but the bag hardly moved and when his mom offered to take some items out he got upset#saying he could do it. so hes on the verge of a meltdown bc the bag isnt really moving that much#and she said he just sat there next to the bag and she is watching his little mind trying to problem solve it#and all of a sudden he goes - ‘uncle odin help me!’#and my cuzn tells him im not there but he just gets louder and louder calling for me to come and help him 😢#and out of desperation she gave him her phone to pacify him - and right at that moment was when i happened to call#and as im pulled over on the side of the road and she is telling me all this i can hear him asking where am i and how long until im there#and there i was stuck on the i-4 interchange about an hour away wishing i had a flying car or sum#but i was able to calm him down and told him to let his mom carry it *this* time#and next time i would try to be there to help him#i felt so honored that *eye* was the 1st thought he had for help#i dont see them that often - maybe once every other week or so?#anyway ….. dont let anyone tell u that men dont have biological clocks too#bc its been a long time since i felt such an intense urge to be a baby daddy#gotta hurry up and find mrs right now tho - im 2 yrs away from 40#if i wait too much longer ​any games of catch gon be played in a nursing home - lol
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drawnecromancy · 6 months
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amecareth is a monsterfucker? context? <3
OH god the context for that one is a series of fantasy books written in french by Anne Robillard, Les Chevaliers d'Emeraude (the Knights of Emerald in english, the 12 book series has been translated in english (!!rare thing to have happen) and is available as ebooks on her website but I don't really recommend them).
I'm going to put a content warning here for rape even though I'm not going to go into graphic detail.
The Big Bad Evil Guy, Emperor Amecareth of the Tanieth, has a hobby called "raping non-Tanieth people to have hybrid kids and have them learn magic and have a gaggle of superpowered evil kids to take over the world".
I think the Tanieth are meant to be beetle-humanoids ? But their home was once compared to an anthill so they're just ant guys in my brain. Little funny ants who are super tall and will kill you.
The manner in which Amecareth is written is very "he's evil and he rapes people for shock value, with 0 care attached to those kinds of storylines", and rape is rarely a subject I enjoy writing about, so I was just... writing a fanfic where he really is just the Tanieth equivalent of a monsterfucker, and doesn't rape people. Also he's the Tanieth equivalent of a very lost 20 year old in that fic.
I think he could be an immensely interesting character while still being an evil imperialist motherfucker (literally) without the need to go "yeah he's a rapist to tell you he's evil in a Shock Anecdote !"
But that would just loop back to my general gripes with Anne Robillard's writing - I think there's often very little care or substance on whatever she's writing/implying at any given moment. Amecareth being a rapist could be a useful character bit in the hands of another writer. I don't want to write that, as I don't think I have the skill to do so currently, so I'm chucking it out in the waste bin.
Now, realizing that political alliances with all sorts of human and non-human people is SUPER USEFUL if you HAVE KIDS WITH THEM ? and THEN using these kids as a way to give more power to your evil empire ? THAT's what I want to write about, and that's pretty much what "Amecareth is a monsterfucker" is about, if we add onto that first love and getting his ass handed to him.
A brief summary of the fic would be :
"Amecareth gets thrown out of his home by his father the emperor of the Tanieth for being too ambitious for his own good, and is told to go invade a southern continent about it on his own if he's THAT smart. Once there, Amecareth begins studying the people living there, finds love, war, and death in rapid succession.
This is the story that led to Enkidiev's First War against the Tanieth."
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freddieslater · 2 years
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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: St. Hudson | Finn Hudson x Jesse St. James (Glee)
Requested by @spicy-cannoli
Jesse leans in the doorway, arms folded as he looks at Finn with a halved gaze and something complimentary to his smile. It makes Finn squirm and look away immediately, feeling hot beneath his skin. This is stupid.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks.
God, this was such a stupid idea. He could've gone to literally anyone else. Faced up to the shame of his semi-honourable discharge and told his mom why he was back in Lima. Or even Mr Schue, he would never judge him. That's part of the problem. Maybe he should've just gone to New York. Why did it have to be Jesse he called up for a place to spend the night?
Jesse merely shrugs, which is a little bit irritating as it's not exactly an answer and leaves Finn wondering what it could be. Is there something on his face? He did just wake up a few minutes ago, maybe his hair is a mess or something.
It's way too early in the morning for this; his eyes briefly move over Jesse and note that he's not dressed yet so he probably didn't sleep in too much. He strikes him as the kind of person who would be together enough to be awake and dressed by ten in the morning.
"I was just thinking that if I had seen you even once like this back in high school, I would probably have tried to make a move on you," Jesse casually says. "Bedhead's a good look on you."
He then pushes away from the frame and asks, "So, breakfast? I assume since you came to me of all people last night for somewhere to sleep that you don't want to go into town, so I'm happy to cook."
Finn blinks, still trying to process the first thing he said. "Uh... yeah. Sure. Is that okay?"
"Only if you don't mind that the only milk I have in is lactose-free."
"That's... fine," Finn says, uncertain of what exactly that means but sure enough that it's not a problem.
He finally goes to climb out of the bed -- he really doesn't want to, the sheets are unlike anything he's slept in before -- then immediately has to sit back down as his leg twinges.
Grasping it tightly, he hisses a curse through gritted teeth. Breathing deeply, he tries to focus on literally anything but the throbbing in his thigh. It's not exactly easy.
"Ouch," Jesse says, startling him as he had closed his eyes against the pain and momentarily forgotten he was there. Now he's staring at the scar with genuine concern. "I'm guessing that's the reason you're back here then."
Finn swallows hard, trying to push down both the strain of ignoring the pain and the humiliation of having to explain what happened. Maybe he just won't. No one has to know the truth.
"Yeah," Finn simply says, voice sounding like sandpaper. He clears his throat and plasters on a fake smile. "So, uh... you mentioned something about breakfast? Great. I'm starving."
Jesse lingers a moment longer, eyes still flitting between his face and his thigh like he wants to ask. Finn is silently praying that he won't.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" Jesse returns his smile as Finn exhales in relief. "Come on, soldier boy. I've got some painkillers in the bathroom."
Finn begins to protest, "I don't need them, I'm fine. Really."
"We both know you're not an actor so let's not pretend I actually buy that. But I'm not going to shove them down your throat, so if you don't want them," Jesse shrugs again, "then you don't have to take them. I'm making French toast."
He leaves Finn to get ready. When he finally goes downstairs and finds his way to the kitchen, Jesse's got his back to him, cooking away and singing along to the song on the radio. On the table are a glass of water and a strip of painkillers.
Taking a seat, Finn stares at them silently. He debates with himself for a good minute; does it make him weak if he takes them? It's already pathetic enough how he got injured in the first place, to then need to take medication because he can't handle the pain?
His thigh twinges again like someone's just stuck three fingers deep in the wound and twisted the muscles hard. When he's able to unclench his hand again, he grabs the glass and swallows down two of the pills.
Jesse glances at him over his shoulder and gives him a slight smile and a nod before turning back to the frying pan. "So, quick question: was there a reason the New Directions were so obsessed with Journey?"
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atlafan · 11 months
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I’ve seen my dad almost every day since I’ve moved back closer to home and I have to see him tomorrow for Father’s Day, and I don’t think any of my other siblings are coming to visit because my oldest sister is probably working/just wouldn’t come in general, my brother is probably doing his own thing with his own unit, and I didn’t even ask my other sister what she’s doing because she just had her baby WHO I STILL HAVENT BEEN INVITED OVER TO MEET so basically I’m back where I was seven years ago being the only one forced to spend copious amounts of time with my father ALONE because I’m not in a relationship where I can use distance/doing things with my partners father for Father’s Day. And my dad always jokes about being father of the year, even though none of us have ever said he is or was, he just self proclaims it. And he’s so fucking conceited like he truly cannot understand why literally every single one of us moved out and got away from him the second we could. So basically, just as I knew, being back closer to this man is detrimental for my mental well being. I will be blowing my brains out tomorrow BYEEEEE
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sludgeguzzler · 10 months
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someones really out here lighting fireworks at 2:37am. girl what are you doing
#when im at my moms place i feel like i live in the best most peaceful place ever (despite the lousy neighbours)#but when im at my dads i feel like ive been dropped directly into a storm or something#theres always people walking about during the day and at night theres a lot of people going out to the bars near our building#so a lot of random stuff ends up happening really late at night#its fun in a way but also kind of bothersome?? like the one employee at one of the bars who has built in speakers in his car#and the speakers are like top grade speakers too so when he blasts them at 3am for no reason its EXTRA annoying#at my moms we had the one guy who would spend the whole morning every sunday fixing up his car#and hed put classic metal music loud enough that you could hear from your apartment but bc it wasnt the same top grade speakers the guy#at my dads block has you could only vaguely hear the music echoing so it was actually really nice#to me at least. im sure someone was bothered by it in some way#i really like both neighborhoods though. even though my moms landlord sucks i really like living there#i have. many stories from my dads neighborhood too. funny stories. weird stories.#like the cup filled with mmisterious yellow liquid (i called it schrodingers cup bc you couldnt tell if it was piss or beer unless you#went over to it and sniffed it/tasted it and ofc noones gonna do that)#theres the time i saw some random thing in the grass football field we have near here and went over to it very excitedly#and i was with my partner so i talked to him like ''LOOK DAN A RANDOM EMPTY CHOCOLATES BOX WHATS IT DOING HERE!!!!!''#and he answered me with ''you know this is probably a marker for some kind of drug dealing'' and i was. very shocked.#hmmm the time i went out with my friends to the suppermarket to buy ingredients for lunch#and we ended up lazying around under some random block and these cats came over to us#and we played with them it was very nice#the time i went out to get coffee with my partner and we sat down in the benches and i picked out a cool bottle cap from the floor......#im getting really sad reminiscing now. i miss my friends so much. i miss my partner so much.....#((it hasnt been that long since we met we literally went out on saturday but i still MISS THEM bc i love them all so much.........))#we should go out again this week... maybe i could even go on and outing just me and my partner#we could grab coffee together again..... maybe ill even get coffee instead of panicking and just getting a brownie like the last time...#i dunno. anyways. living the teenage dream. etcetera. sorry this blogs supposed to be exclusively loserposting about my hyperfixations but#i like talking about my life and shit. ill get back to churning out posts about my silly anime men in a little bit i promise.#talk
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spacebugarts · 11 months
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It's been almost 2 months since this little beast (now named Milo) was brought into my life and I'm still so emotional about the first time I heard him purr
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The first night we had him, after not seeing him for a few hours due to dnd, I went into the bathroom we were keeping him in to brush my teeth and check on how he was settling in. He was curled up in the corner on a towel I'd set out for him and he didn't look up when I walked in, so I decided to let him smell my hand so he knew who it was. Just a second after I put my hand to his nose he started purring, and he has such a loud and clear purr that it took me off guard for a moment. I felt so loved and I still can't believe how much this little goober has affected me <3
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