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jewel-atlas  asked:

Don't be too upset about not knowing what your cutie mark means. Lots of ponies don't remember where they got theirs from, so it's not super rare. Besides, I'm sure most people would prefer to look at your face rather than your flank.

Scarlet? Your turning a bit…. scarlet. (laughs) ~Spirit Roots

Grrr… That was terrible….~ Scarlet Moon

anonymous asked:

something like you meet Jim without know who is he and he is super egocentric but cute at the same time ? 😂 Love your account ❤

Originally posted by sebhanx99

Reader x Jim Moriarty

“Hello, love.”

You looked up from your laptop to find a man pulling out the chair opposite of yours and sitting down at your table.

“Can I help you?” You asked, ever so slightly lowering your laptop screen.

The man unbuttoned his suit jacket and ran his fingers through his light brown hair, laughing ever so slightly. “Adorable.”

You stared at the stranger warily. “Who are you?”

The stranger’s smile fell, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You mean you really don’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked.

“Who I am.” He stared at you in amazement.

“No,” You muttered sarcastically. “No, I don’t usually know the names of strangers that sit down at my table unannounced.”

“But everyone knows who I am.” The man muttered in disbelief and a hint of disappointment.

You rolled your eyes and lifted the screen of your laptop back up. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“J,M.” He told you.

“N, O, P?” You finished his sentenced.

“They’re my initials.” He groaned, placing his head on the table. “J, M. Jim Moriarty.”

“That’s an odd name.” You shrugged.

Jim lifted his head off of the table. “Ohhh, I see. You want to play a game with me.”

“No,” You told him shaking your head. “No, I want to drink my coffee.” You held your mug up and shot him a sarcastic smile.

“Coffee’s boring.” He drawled on, resting his head in his hand. “What do you say we do something else? Hmm. How about dinner tonight at seven.”

“I can’t.” You told him, half-happy you had an excuse and half-disappointed. “I have to finish my research paper.

“On what?” He asked.

“The Crown Jewels.” You sighed.

A mischievous grin replaced his tired smile. “You know I can help with that.”

“You can?” You raised an eyebrow, taking your eyes off of your screen.

“Absolutely.” He grabbed your napkin. “I’d be more than happy to help you, if you come to dinner with me that is.”

Jim stood up and handed you back your napkin with his number neatly printed on it. “You know where to find me, love. That is, you know where to find the one and only Jim Moriarty.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you with a tough decision to make.

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Tagged as requested: @marvel-is-my-life2099, @allheart36

Mafia pt2-Suho

Originally posted by suhocean

“You need people like me, so you can point your fucking fingers and go ‘That’s the bad guy.”

You sat in the back of the black suv that your main man was driving. You and your best fighters and shooters were on your way to do a drug deal.

“Have you heard the news, boss?” Tae, your best shooter, said to you from the front seat.

“Hm?” You questioned.

“Suho’s gang is expanding their territory west.”

Your eyes went wide, “Thats Namjoon’s territory though.”

“I know! I heard on the streets that Suho is going to make them a sub-unit to his gang.” 

You chuckled, “Namjoon would never be someone’s sub-unit.”

Namjoon didn’t have the biggest gang but we all knew that if one of us fell off, he’d be right there to claim our crown.

“I know, that’s why its shocking. We should’ve taken that territory.” Tae whined and you rolled your eyes while smiling.

Suho was a very clever man, a very strategic man. If he wasn’t in one of the most powerful gangs you’d consider dating him. 

But he is and there’s no way he’d join gangs with co-leadership, he’d want to be in control of it all. 

You got taken out of your trance as the car pulled up to the storage unit.

“You ready?” You asked your men turning to face them. 

“If they do anything sketchy.. kill them all.”You said turning back to the door and walking through it.

“Hello beautiful!” The man said, smiling at you.

You rolled your eyes and folded arms over your chest.

“You got the money?” You asked monotone. 

The man chuckled and sighed, “Well you see..-”

“He bought guns from us.” Suho said, walking out from the darkness of the background. 

Your eyes went wide as your men pulled out their guns and Suho’s gang did the same. 

The man in the middle started to sweat, Suho looked at him in disgust. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to meet up with this pretty jewel?” Suho asked the man.

“I didn..-”

Suho kicked his leg out from underneath him and he fell. 

“Were you trying to set one of us up?” Suho screamed at the man, he punched him in the face and held him up to look at what he caused.

“You see this? Huh?! She’s not going to back down and my men won’t either, you are going to start a world war.” Suho growled out, pushing the man down.

You watched silently, it shamelessly turned you on to see Suho be so dominant and aggressive. 

“Please.. please I have a wife.. she’s pregnant..” The man pleaded looking up at Suho. 

You felt disrespected, like he didn’t think you were that much of a threat, like you were weak. 

You cleared your throat, and Suho looked at you.

“Go beg for her mercy.” He demanded. 

The man crawled over to you and looked up at you and kissed your shoe.

“Please.. “

You looked down at him, he was trying to set you up. He was hoping Suho’s gang would shoot you down so he could take the money and drugs.

He thought you were weak.

You pulled the gun from the back of your pants and pulled the safety down. 

The man started to cry and hold on to your legs. 

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Suho growled out.

“Please.. my wife… my child..” He cried out again.

You cocked the gun and pointed it at the man, “I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.” you pulled the trigger.

Everything seemed to get quiet, deadly silent. 

Suho looked at you and you looked at him.

“You know, some would say this is fate.” He smirked.

“Listen, I am not going to be one of your little play things, I am not disposable after you’ve gotten your fuck. I worked my ass off to prove myself in this life and I’ll be damned if I play second to you.” You spat.

Looking around, you saw each of your men had a gun pointed at Suho’s and vise versa. 

“You could never be my second.” 

You looked at him, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’d be by my side, we control this whole city together. We’d be untouchable.” He said.

You chuckled and bit your tongue, “ So you just want me as a business partner?”

“I want you to be mine.” 

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, to your men. 

“Let’s go.”

You walked out the front door and heard Suho say, “You’ll be mine baby girl just wait. Every king needs his queen.”

anonymous asked:

Have you done one where Harry proposes? If you have can you like it please?

The sun is setting low over the Pacific Ocean as you clean the dishes from dinner, Coldplay’s music pulsing in the background.  Harry reaches around from behind you to put the last of the dishes into the soapy water where your hands are covered in suds.  He lowers the dishes into the water, allowing his hands to tangle briefly with yours before sliding his wet hands up your forearms. Pressing a small kiss just behind your ear, Harry whispers, “That dinner was amazing, my love.  You should marry me.”

Pausing with your back to him, you close your eyes, leaning back into him.  If only he were serious.  After dating for nearly 23 months and living together for the last four of those, you know that he is the love of your life.  He’s the one with whom you belong forever and ever.  If only he would ask for real, you would say yes.  

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True North

“Upon my bed at night / I sought him whom my soul loves; / I sought him, but found him not.”

“… Love is strong as death / fierce as the grave. / Its flashes are flashes of fire / a raging flame.”

– Song of Songs 3:1; 8:6



At night, drifting in the hazy world between awareness and sleep, she dreamed of him. At night he was real. She spoke him into being by the whisper of his name, breathed life into him by the exhale of her own lungs, taught his mouth to speak by the press of her lips. He was found in silence and sleep, shaped from the pale cast of moonlight through her bedroom window, the golden blaze of street lights in the distant dark, the throbbing red blood of her own pulse. She dreamed and he came for her, as he had always done before. She dreamed and they were together.

She opened her eyes, and he was there. He shone in the dim evening shadows of her room. Standing beside her bed, his features were sharp and clear—like the gleam of a blade cutting through the dark. He stared down at her with torchlight eyes.

She sat up. Reached out her hand to cup his cheek. Her fingers stroked his skin, traced along the firm line of his jaw. She felt his wild sharp pulse, the rising tide of him.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered, fingers clinging to the burn of his skin.

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Don't mess with me

Title: Don’t mess with me

Anonymous asked: “Can you do a song fic based on the song ‘don’t mess with me’ by Temposhark for Moriarty ta”

Characters: Moriarty and you

Pairing: Moriarty x reader

Warnings: hints towards sex

Word count: 417

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“how it all began, if truth be told, I had a master plan and now I rule the world” Moriarty said. “oh please, it was my plan and you rule like a part of England” you scoffed. “no one can stop me, I am the king” he exclaimed. You gave him one last glare, returning to the book you were reading. It had been 3 years since you had met Moriarty and the two of you had grown close. He was dangerous and you knew it but you decided to stick with him all the same. He gave you a sense of security you know no one could give you. “remember when I stole the crown jewels?” he asked you. You simply nodded. “I’ve got something new planned” he said. This time you did look at him. You could see his eyes glistening with excitement. “well, if you could stop acting like a drama queen and just tell me, that would be marvelous” you said, slamming the book shut. “something dangerous is coming, darling and you are not going to like it” he answered. “tell me anyway” you said, more curious now.

“you’re going to do what?!” you exclaimed. “it’s a fake suicide, I’ll come back” he tried to reassure you. “what if it goes wrong?” you asked. “it won’t, I promise” he replied. “why do you want to do it anyway? Why can’t you stay under the radar, leave Sherlock be, spent the rest of your life with me” you said. “I’ll come back to you, I swear but I have to do this. I know I can outsmart him, be better than Sherlock” he said. “you’re not thinking straight, this conversation is over” you replied, picking up your book and leaving to the bedroom.

“are you still not convinced?” Moriarty asked after entering the bedroom. “of course not” you said, keeping your eyes focused on the book. “it seems like I have to put more effort into it then” Moriarty said, crawling onto the bed, caressing his hands over your legs. “what are you doing?” you asked, looking him into his eyes. “convincing you” he replied, loosening his tie. “it’s best to keep me pleased, so get on your hands and knees” he whispered in your ear.

“well, did I convince you?” Moriarty smirked. “yes” you panted, completely at a loss of words. You didn’t like his plan but he was Moriarty and he would do whatever he wanted, just like a king. Your king.

Originally posted by lilymiller1

When You Come Home (Part 2 of 3)

Part One | Masterlist

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: Enjoy the ride, kids.

Warnings: Did we mention #pain before? Because #pain is coming.

Word Count: 14,114 (and you thought part one was long lmao)

A/N: We have been absolutely floored by all of the incredibly kind responses to part one and we have been itching to give you this for days. Honestly, we can’t thank you enough for reading this pile of garbage and saying such nice things about it, and we hope that you still like us after you read this. So here we go, part TWO of THREE! (you can get through this, we believe in you)

Also: here’s a playlist that we’ve been making and listening to over the course of writing this fic. You should totally listen to it while you read this part… for the immersive experience.

-Team GTNW-


“This is literally the worst,” he groaned as he lied flat on his back on his mattress, staring up at the stucco ceiling. “Do you know how pathetic this makes us?”

You didn’t know. It wasn’t too big of a deal for you because in your mind, there was always something else that was somehow within reach yet still unbelievably unattainable. But even then, just knowing that you had this regardless of whether or not it was reciprocated was sufficient enough for you.

“I think you’re blowing everything out of proportion,” you huffed as you rolled your eyes, already fed up with his gripe that was lasting more than the five minutes you anticipated it would. With a copy of 1984 opened up and dying to be read in your hands, you just wanted it to be over. “It’s really not that bad.”

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Marina and the Diamonds Themed Ask
  • The Family Jewels
  • Are You Satisfied: What is something you want to accomplish in your lifetime?
  • Shampain: What is something that helps you feel better when you're sad?
  • I Am Not A Robot: Have you ever told someone a lie to make yourself look better?
  • Girls: Have you ever gotten into a physical fight?
  • Mowgli's Road: Do you eat your mac & cheese with a fork or a spoon?
  • Obsessions: What is something you're obsessed with?
  • Hollywood: Do you want to live in America when you're older?
  • The Outsider: What is something you get stressed about?
  • Guilty: What's your guilty pleasure?
  • Hermit The Frog: What's your favorite animal?
  • Oh No!: What is more important to you, success or family + friends?
  • Seventeen: How old are you?
  • Numb: Are you a morning or night person?
  • Electra Heart
  • Bubblegum Bitch: Do you chew gum a lot?
  • Primadonna: Would you consider yourself a picky person?
  • Lies: What's the biggest lie you've ever told?
  • Homewrecker: Have you ever accidentally broken up someone else's relationship?
  • Starring Role: Do you like attention?
  • The State of Dreaming: Do you remember your dreams well?
  • Power & Control: Are you a "neat-freak"?
  • Sex Yeah: What is one thing you are passionate about?
  • Valley of the Dolls: What is your favorite book?
  • Hypocrates: What is your pet peeve?
  • How To Be A Heartbreaker: Do you have a hard time opening up to people?
  • Radioactive: What is one song that gets you pumped up?
  • Fear and Loathing: Are you afraid of the dark?
  • Froot
  • Happy: What is one hobby that makes you happy?
  • Froot: What is your favorite fruit?
  • I'm A Ruin: Are you good at letting go of the past?
  • Blue: What is one song that puts you in a good mood?
  • Forget: Are you forgetful?
  • Gold: What is your favorite color?
  • Can't Pin Me Down: What is one thing that makes you angry?
  • Solitaire: Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
  • Better Than That: Are you good at holding in your anger?
  • Weeds: What is your favorite flower?
  • Savages: Are you a spiritual person?
  • Immortal: If you had the choice, would you want to live forever?

elenafiishers  asked:

part 2 of the spoopy story NOW

ok hi sO sorry this took me 25.4 billion years to answer dgldshg;lkds

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They’ve been in this God forsaken forest for weeks.

Their supplies had run empty days ago.

Esme, however, doesn’t care. She has no appetite, only drinks water when Tristan and Beth make her. They’re essentially the only thread she has left to hold on to.

The wind whistles through the trees, an eerie, haunting noise. It grates on Esme’s nerves. She curls her hands tightly in her sweater, closing her eyes. Her mind drifts to a pair of round green eyes, full lips, silver hair.

She thinks of rich laughter, of hair ties and bobby pins and half empty lipstick tubes strewn around their room, and something in her heart rips into another thin shred.

Esme presses the back of her hand to her mouth to repress her sobs. Tears sting her dry eyes; they’re sensitive and raw from all of the crying she’s done. She looks up at the canopy of leaves above them. The sun is beginning to set. They’ve been here for weeks, and every time it seems like they’re close to finding civilization again, to finding help, they wind up right back at the start - at the goddamn campsite.

And every morning, a new cairn stands at the edge of their invisible circle.

Esme glowers at the stack of rocks. In the disappearing light, it casts an extended shadow, lumpy and deformed at the edges. It is so, so tempting to knock it over, to take the rocks and smash them against the ground until they are nothing but dust.

Tristan crouches down beside her. On his right, Beth kneels down. Both of them look as worn as Esme does; she reminds herself that she is not the only one that’s suffered in this ordeal.

“It’s too dangerous to travel at night,” Tristan says softly, “But in the morning, I think if we find the river again and try following it this time, we might end up somewhere.”

Esme nods. Tristan reaches out and squeezes her shoulder. There is nothing he can say, he knows. He decides to sit with Esme while Beth begins to set up their tent. It’s getting colder and they’ll need somewhere somewhat warm to sleep.

It isn’t until the sun sets that they hear it.

A loud, agonized scream that pierces the night air.

It turns Esme’s blood cold, because she knows who that scream belongs to.

“Rosie,” She breathes, and her feet are moving before she can even comprehend it.

Beth and Tristan shout for her to stop, to wait, to hold still, but she doesn’t listen. She crashes through the trees, stopping only when she hears another shriek, and it only makes her move faster.

Her lungs are on fire, her legs ache, but she doesn’t dare stop. Her mind is only on one track: Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.

Leaves and twigs crunch under her feet. Branches whip across her face and her arms and her legs, tangle in her hair to rip out strands. Still, Esme does not stop. 

Not until she comes across a cabin. Then she stops dead.

Tristan and Beth catch up to her quickly, breathless and aching, but they draw up short when they see the cabin as well.

“That - that was not here before,” Beth gasps.

It’s abandoned. The wood is rotted through, crumbling away in too many spots, leaving gaping black holes through the walls. The porch no longer exists, having fallen through ages ago. And the door is wide open - 

an invitation.

Esme bolts for it.

Behind her, Tristan shouts, “No, Esme, wait! Stop!” He groans in frustration and snatches Beth’s hand, then starts after their friend.

Esme pulls herself up through the front door and stops just inside. It’s pitch black, not a single light inside. She walks forward anyway, hands out in front of her as a weak sense of guidance. Slowly, her eyes adjust, but the room is empty until Tristan and Beth join her.

There is no sign of Rosie.

Swallowing thickly, Esme pushes forward through the darkness. She can hear Tristan and Beth behind her, and her own footsteps, but nothing else. The silence is thick and only serves to heighten her anxiety. Where is Rosie? What is going on?

Esme flinches when her fingers brush the wall, but she uses that to walk, stopping when she finds a stair case. She lifts a foot to the first step -

and another scream pierces the air.

Esme races up the stairs. “Rosie!” She screams in turn, voice hoarse and desperate. “Rosie, where are you?!” 

But there is no answer. Panic bubbles in Esme’s chest, threatening to choke her. The floor beneath her cracks, and she freezes, but then she rushes forward, racing to the doorway at the end of the hall.

The door is ajar - another invitation. 

Esme rushes forward and throws the door open. It slams against the wall with a resounding thud.

Across the room, in a corner, stands a small woman, impossibly tiny. She faces the corner, shoulders hunched, platinum blonde hair a wild, tangled, unruly mess.

“Rosie,” Esme whispers.

She steps further into the room. The window in the corner is the only source of light, but it doesn’t reach all the way in. Esme reaches out, fingers trembling - reaching for Rosie.

And then the door swings shut, locking them inside.

Another scream shatters the quiet night.

rahjkat  asked:

whats the black jewels books? *wants to hear an opinion from a fan and not google*

Oh.  Oh, darling.  Let me welcome you to the glory that is these books.  I apologize for the infodump that is about to follow here but I cannot help it.  I love these books so fucking much I can’t even tell you.  However - heavy trigger warnings for rape, sexual abuse, and torture, at least in the first couple books; I’ll talk more about this later but in case you don’t make it all the way to that part I want to say it upfront and make sure you hear it before you decide whether or not to read them.

The short version is, it’s a series of books by Anne Bishop - well, I use the term series loosely, since it’s one trilogy, one duology, two short story collections, and two standalone novels, with varying levels of interconnectedness with each other - that has been my absolute favorite fictional world and characters and set of stories for the past decade and then some.  Like, I read it for the first time in my first year of college, and it just soaked into my brain and has shaped the way I look at a lot of things tbh.  It’s dark fantasy based around a matriarchal society with a magic system where the deeper one can descend into the psychic abyss, the more power one has, and the darker one’s Jewels are (magical stones that come from dragon scales and are attuned to the person who wears them).  The books are, in my preferred/recommended reading order:

  • Daughter of the Blood (original trilogy #1)
  • Heir to the Shadows (original trilogy #2)
  • Queen of the Darkness (original trilogy #3)
  • Dreams Made Flesh (short story collection #1)
  • Tangled Webs (standalone #1, takes place not too terribly long after the original trilogy)
  • The Invisible Ring (standalone #2, taking place long before the main trilogy, and less connected to the other books than any of the others - doesn’t really matter when you read this one as long as you do it before you read the duology because they’re based on the far-future outcome of this book)
  • The Shadow Queen (duology #1, focused on a different set of characters but with reasonably consistent secondary involvement from the original core characters)
  • Shalador’s Lady (duology #2)
  • Twilight’s Dawn (short story collection #2 - read this last because it contains the final story of this entire timeline)

The good: the characters are fucking outstanding.  The dialogue is wonderful, the growth arcs are solid, everyone just *feels* real in the best kind of way.  Rereading these books, to me, is like coming home and being surrounded by family.  Many many very powerful female characters who do not take anyone’s shit.  Most of the core characters are Definitively Not White (although this does mean you have the usual whitewashing problem in fanart and manips and stuff).  The magic system is interesting, the society is well-thought-out and intriguing, they’re just a really entertaining and engaging read overall.  I CONSTANTLY reread them.  Literally almost always have one of them open as a current read on my tablet alongside whatever else I’m reading.  They are mental comfort food to me.

The …eh:  It’s very, very cishet.  Like almost painfully so.  The social system is inherently structured around an extremely strict gender binary with specific powers that are only available to one gender or another (though I do headcanon one of my favorite characters as genderfluid, but that’s just me).  There are two non-het characters, one gay man who nevertheless is never actually seen dating another man and ends up in kind of a nonsexual platonic partnership with a female main character, and one female character who could be read as either lesbian or ace?  It’s not totally clear - we are told she isn’t interested in men sexually, but we never see her with anyone, and I personally read her as ace but I know there are other people who read her as lesbian so that’s kind of up for interpretation - and she, too, ends up in a nonsexual hetero partnership.  So the treatment of queerness is like…eh…you kinda tried I guess?  But everyone still ends up functionally heterosexual in the end anyway, even canonically queer characters, which can be frustrating.  Also, the gender politics are pretty strongly early-90′s gender essentialist feminism I guess I would call it?  There’s much talk of the “gentler, deeper strength” of women and blah blah.  Which is better than women being weak but it grates on me a little bit sometimes now, in a way it didn’t when I was younger.  

The bad:  SO. MUCH. SEXUAL. ABUSE. AND. ASSAULT. AND. TORTURE.  I’m not kidding - massive, massive trigger warnings, especially on the first book of the original trilogy, for a crapton of child abuse and molestation and rape and torture.  On the bright side (I can’t believe I just said that in this context) it’s not done salaciously and the camera doesn’t linger on it, at least not the sexual violence aspects.  There are no drawn-out detailed descriptive rape scenes, and it’s depicted as brutal in an ugly way rather than the borderline-sexy way rape gets depicted in a lot of media.  But literally 90% of the core cast are survivors of sexual violence - including the men.  

Which is interesting, though, too, because it explores what that means and how sexual trauma can have lasting effects - one of the main characters, who is an undeniable badass who is the second most powerful person in their entire universe (second only to his wife), literally can’t return to certain places because of the memories it stirs up.  So you see all these amazing characters, incredibly powerful people, who carry the mental and emotional scars of what they’ve been through but have learned various ways to deal with it and live with it and work around it and it’s just…it’s really good okay.

I think I’ve probably either bored you to death, run you off in terror with my obsessive fansqueeing, or convinced you to give them a try by now, so I’ll shut up.  But feel free to poke me again if you have more questions - let me know if you want those replies to be private, I just wanted to post this one publicly so I could gush about my favorite books to every single one of my followers GO READ THIS BOOK ALL OF YOU RIGHT NOW.

Ahem.  Sorry.  -_-  I’ll behave now.  Promise.

I needed a recovery fic after yesterday and I can’t even think about Death Note without also feeling like I might cry, so I wrote more incredibly self-inulgent KaiShin.  Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed by how schmoopy this got (and how long, all things considered), but I hope you guys like it.  8)


Kaito sighed, gazing down at the letter in his hands with dismay.  No scholarship unless he turns 24, has a child, or gets married.  Sitting down at the kitchen table, he runs through his options.  As he has barely turned 21, he can’t conceivably turn 24 in time to get his loans.  He’s not ready to become a father, nor does he know any girl willing to have a kid with him.  And, well, the only girls he knows are his best friend and her girlfriend, so they’re completely out of the question anyway.

Which left marriage.

He hummed to himself.  He could legally get married at 21.  That would be the easiest course of action, but the problem was who could he marry?  The girls were out, obviously.  They were dating and he didn’t really want to get in the way of that.  He’d rather spend the night at an aquarium than marry Hakuba.

Sighing, he pulled out his phone.  He only had one option, so he might as well give it a shot.

“can u marry me”

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