jesus this took me 3 hours

the outfit still fits after all this time :0

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Alright it’s done! Can you believe this took me 3 hours? Jesus.
Anyway I had a surge of inspiration (kinda) and I decided to draw my favorite HP family! :D and who better to portray them than the rp family. So, it’s not perfect, I am definitely not a professional or even THAT good, but I like the result.
Teddy based on @kapitan5o
Tonks based on @sirussly
Remus based on @asktheboywholived
Thank you guys sm for giving me an excuse to do something other than homework 😂❤

ashiekyou  asked:

I really love your drawings, especially of Starfire and Robin. Seeing them really brings up some good old feels x3 Ive been watching some of the new series with my brother, and it's kind of cute even though it's not the same. I really liked the episode where Robin wants an arch enemy and Star becomes one for him. If you find the time, could you draw her as Starfire The Terrible with robin? Have a lovely week ;v; <3

Thank you, hahah! eve/

It’s one of my favorite episodes! I rewatched it loads already so I’m pretty sure this is how this particular scene went. Yep. 

Kid (Rafael Casal x Reader)


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Warnings- mentions of rape and non consent, sorta smutty

Request- “Rafa x reader where reader is Daveed’s baby sister and Rafa tries really hard not to like her but they get drunk at a party with the Hamilcast and end up having sex and Daveed finds out please? <3″

(I know there’s supposed to be an order, and I feel terrible for the people who have been waiting awhile for their requests I promise I’m working on it but I got these request yesterday and I honestly haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Dear God this took me 15 hours to write)

Song- Move – Little Mix

Words- 4,415

“Jesus Christ, Diggs’ll kill him.” Rafael breathed, staring at the house with his hand on the back of his head. You hugged your legs tighter to your chest and stared at the ground. Rafa sat next to you with a huff and spread his legs out in front of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, staring up at the starry sky. You rested your cheek against your knee and looked at him for a moment, before shrugging and looking back out at the empty street. He knocked his shoulder against yours. “I’ve been told I’m a great listener.” 

You snorted. “Who told you that?” 

“Your mom.” 

You hummed in response and played with some rubber hanging off of your shoe. 

“C’mon kid, what’s up?” he asked. 

You sighed and rested your arms on your knees. “I said I would kiss him because why not? I’m fourteen now.” Rafa nodded and urged you to continue. “So we left the fire and went up in the tree house. He put this big plastic toy thing in front of the door. He said it was because everyone was teasing us and he didn’t want them to come in.” Rafael scooted closer and put his hand on the sidewalk behind you. “It was so dark in there.” you continued. I had no idea where he was, and then I felt him kiss me and I backed up into the wall, but he just followed me and kissed me again. I tried to push him off , but he wouldn’t move and then he tried to put his tongue inside my mouth and it was gross and slimy and ugh!” You spat into the street. “So I kneed him in the crotch and ran away. That’s when I called Daveed.” 

Rafael sputtered and tried to hide his laughter. “Good…good job.” he said. You smiled momentarily and looked down. “I’m really sorry he did that to you. Guys are dicks.” 

You scoffed. “Yeah, guys are dicks.” 

“But hey, seriously.” You looked over to him. “When you get to be my age,”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re like barely three years older than me.” 

“A lot changes in that time trust me.” You pursed your lips and let him continue.” When you’re my age, you’re probably not gonna think that tongues and kissing and all that is gross, but like, that doesn’t mean anyone should get to do something like he just did. If you’re uncomfortable, even if you normally like…whatever’s happening, you can and should leave.” he said. 

You nodded and put your head on his shoulder briefly. “Thanks Rafa.” you whispered. He smiled and nodded. You sighed and tipped your head to the sky, closing your eyes. “I just wish I could have a do over you know?” You rolled your head to the side and looked at Rafael. “Like…that was a really sucky first kiss right?” 

Rafa laughed quietly and looked up at you. “I…I could-” His head turned toward the house. You followed his gaze and saw Daveed walking out. 

“What?” you asked. “What were you gonna say?” 

“Nothing, it’s…nothing.” he said, staring at Daveed. You stood up and faced your brother who instantly pulled you into a hug. 

“You didn’t actually hurt him did you?” you asked, fearing for your social standing. 

Daveed huffed. “Unfortunately, no. But believe me, he’ll leave you alone from now on.” 

You looked down, feeling embarrassed. “Thanks for coming…I’m sorry, I know you had friends over.” you said with a glance at Rafa. 

Daveed grabbed your shoulders, and you looked up at him. Jesus, he was tall. They both were. “The second anybody, especially boys, give you trouble, Rafa and I will always come running.” Daveed looked to Rafael for confirmation. 

Rafa rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Uh..yeah, I mean, yes totally. We’ll fight off all the annoying boys.” he said. 

You smiled. “Can we go home now?” 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” Daveed slung an arm over your shoulder.

You leaned against a black wall in the corner of the club that was splattered with fluorescent paint, nursing your third whiskey sour. You watched people that you only vaguely knew dancing all around you. You looked down, pulling the tight shimmering silver tube dress that you were wearing higher on your chest. 

“Damn…” you heard someone whisper. You looked up, ready to be annoyed by some random guy, but you were pleasantly surprised. 

“Rafa!” He had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and the sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows. A handsome smirk was on his face as he stepped closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your ear to his chest, careful not to spill your drink. Your mood instantly brightened. Rafael had been a life saver at most Hamilton events ever since you moved to New York a few months earlier to be closer to your brother and better oppurtunities. 

He put his cheek against your head. “Hey kid. How’s it hanging?” 

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Thank god you’re here. I feel so awkward at these things-” 

“Because you’re not a cast member?” He laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” 

You brought your drink to your lips, but he grabbed it out of your hand and took a skeptical sip.  “Kinda boring for you isn’t it?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I could afford to get wasted, I would.” 

Rafa grinned and took your hand, pulling you towards the light up bar. “I can afford to get both of us wasted.” 

A few shots of tequila and several shots of…something else, later, and you were practically falling into Rafa’s lap. Daveed had come over for a bit and scolded his best friend for getting his little sister drunk, but since Daveed wasn’t too stable either, neither of you took it that seriously. 

“Ugh no, I can’t listen to clipping.” you responded to Rafael. You were arranging peanuts into a design on the bar counter. 

“That’s rude.” Rafa laughed. 

“I can’t! He talks about sex too much it’s gross. I don’t want to think about my brother having sex.” you replied still focused on your design. Rafa put his head on the bar so you were forced to turn and look at him. 

He smiled coyly. “We’ve all had sex, Y/N. You’ve had sex. I’ve had sex. Daveed has had lots and lots of-” 

You threw peanuts at his face. “Stop! That is so disgusting.” 

“I’ve had sex everybody!” Rafa shouted at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over his mouth. 

“Shh!” you laughed. “Shut up!”  Rafa laughed and licked your hand. You pulled it away quickly and wiped it on his chest. “Gross!” 

“Still don’t like tongues?” He raised his eyebrows confidently. 

You shrugged. “I appreciate them in certain places.” you said casually. Rafael eyes widened, and you smirked. “Let’s go dance.” you said suddenly. 

Rafael shook his head. “No…no I can’t dance with you.” He leaned his elbows on the bar. 

“Come on!” you whined, grabbing onto his bicep. “You never wanna do anything fun with me.” You pouted and batted your eyelashes at him. 

He stared at you before scoffing and turning away. “Believe me, it’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you.” he said into his drink as he took a sip. 

You furrowed your brow. “Fine, I’ll go find some sweaty sleazebag to grind on.” you said, nearly falling off the stool as you stood up. Rafael grabbed onto your forearm quickly, both stopping you from falling and keeping you from walking away.

“That’s not a good idea.” he warned gravely. “It’s dangerous.”

You pulled your arm away. “What is with you always being so protective and careful with me? You’re not Daveed.” you said before you could stop yourself. He looked upset and turned his head to the side, clearly having some kind of internal battle that you were missing. After a few measures of the song currently playing, he ran his hand through his hair and looked at you again. 

“I don’t have to be careful with you.” Rafa said. You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, silently challenging him. He picked up his drink and finished it quickly “Let’s go dance.” he breathed. You smiled and did the same with your drink before walking out into the crowd of bodies with Rafael. 

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up next to Rafael, totally naked with a raging headache. 

Rafael stared at you. He’d fucked up. He’d really really fucked up. His arm had been around your waist when he woke up, but he’d removed it quickly. He couldn’t let himself get any ideas about you. Not after he’d tried so hard for so many years to repress the feelings that he knew deep down he’s always harbored for you. But seeing as that had clearly all gone to shit now, what was the harm in laying here a little longer and pretending. Pretending that your sleeping frame was something that he could wake up to every morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered and you let out a small groan. Rafael quickly pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed shift and heard a quiet gasp and then a sigh. “It was a dream last time; it’s a dream this time.” you mumbled. It took everything inside Rafael not to react to that. There was a moment of silence before Rafael heard more cursing and felt a sharp pain in his arm. 

“Rafael Casal! Wake up right now!”

He groaned like he had just woken up, but the ache in his muscles was real. Hangovers are bitches. He opened his eyes and stared back at you. 

“Rafa, what the hell happened?” 

You watched as Rafael pushed a white pillow into his face, swearing quietly. You sat up and pulled the sheet tighter around your naked body, causing it to slip lower on Rafael’s. He stopped it before it fell too low. You resisted the urge to gape as his hipbones and pressed a palm to your forehead, trying instead to remember anything you could.  

“Did we…?” You were sure you already knew the answer, but maybe there was another explanation. 

Rafa nodded. “Several times.” His voice was muffled by the pillow that was still on his head. You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and groaned. “Do you not remember anything?” he asked quietly. You opened your eyes to see him staring up at you silently. You shook your head. He squinted and almost looked like he was in pain. He was probably was. This room was really bright.

“I…I remember us drinking and then going out to dance…”

“Yeah well, that dancing got me…excited.” he explained. “And you noticed. Then there was the bathroom and the cab and the hal-” 

“Yeah okay I’m starting to remember!” you said, feeling embarrassed. You both sat there silently. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to sort through the headache for more memories of last night. From what you could tell, you had enjoyed yourself, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing you had slept with your brother’s best friend. You felt the bed shift and waited for Rafa to say something. When he didn’t, you slowly opened your eyes. He was standing at the foot of the bed and pulling his pants from last night back on. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave? You’re not even gonna talk to me?” 

Rafael sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. He put his head in his hands causing the muscles of his shoulders to ripple. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” he whispered. You sat up slightly. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You were drunk, Y/N. I should’ve known better; you didn’t know what you were doing.” 

“You were drunk too!” 

“Y/N you don’t even remember what happened! This is on me!”

You sat silently, staring at Rafael’s back and memorizing every mark on it. He turned his head to the side. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell.”  

You scooted closer to him. A question had been burning in your mind since the moment you woke, but you couldn’t ask it. You were too afraid of the negative answer. You felt your heart racing. 

“Rafa, we were both drunk.” 

He rubbed a hand over his face and stared at the wall. “ Do you remember your first kiss?” he asked suddenly. 

You blinked in response, surprised that he did remember. “Well…yeah.” Rafa looked back at you and shrugged before turning away again. Realization dawned on you. “What? No, Rafael, that was different.” you said quickly. 

“It doesn’t feel different.” he mumbled. 

“Well it is!” you argued. “It is because I don’t feel mad at myself, or at you. I don’t feel disgusted. I-” You paused not wanting to admit too much. You bit your lip, having no idea what to say in a situation like this.

Rafael was clearly still upset. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his stomach, not caring that there was only a thin sheet between your chest and his back. He tensed instantly, but you just rested your chin on his shoulder and stared at the same wall he was. “You know what I remember from that night?” Rafael didn’t respond. “I remember that talk you gave me. I think about it all the time because you were right. I grew up and boys got less confusing, but they didn’t get less gross, and there were more of them. And the more failed relationships I had, the more I thought about what you said, and how hard it is to find a guy that respectful, and kind, and mature.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” His chest vibrated as he spoke. You blushed when you realized the rant you’d gone on. You started to back away from him, but he held your arms in place against. “Y/N. What do you mean?” he repeated.

“I’m saying there are three men in the world that I fully trust. I can’t date my brother, and Lin’s already taken.” Rafael coughed and choked on nothing at all. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his back. “Do you regret it?” you asked quietly after a moment. The burning question had been put out and replaced by a flame of anxiety in your chest.

“Do I…” He sighed. “I regret how it happened but…I’d be lying if I said the thought of being with you hasn’t crossed my mind before.” he finished. He moved your arms and turned to face you more. You brought a hand back to the sheet, holding it in place. “Do you regret it?”

You looked down. “I think I just regret that we haven’t had this talk earlier.” you said honestly. 

Rafael smiled and pressed his forehead to yours. “So…that’s out there now.” he said quietly. 


“We don’t have to like put labels on it or anything. We can just…see where it goes.” 

You pulled away and nodded. “Yeah, I like that idea.” 

Rafael smiled and kissed you. You relished the feeling since you barely remembered the sloppy drunk kisses of last night. This one was much sweeter and meant so much more. You crossed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He smiled and leaned forward onto the bed more. You pulled away suddenly. 

“Wait, what about Daveed?” you asked. 

Rafael’s eyes travel downward. “Honestly, I can’t give a fuck about your brother right now because that blanket just fell off of you and…” 

You giggled and kissed him again.

“Shhh.” Rafael teased a little over a month later. He kissed your neck slowly as he moved inside of you. “Someone might hear you and rat us out to your brother.” 

“Ugh please don’t talk about my brother while we’re fucking.” you complained. He met your eyes and smiled, not slowing his pace at all. You panted and held his gaze. 

“What…does it bother you?” he grunted. 

You nodded, finding it hard to talk. “Yeah…it’s a major turn o-ah…aha fuck fuck fuck.” you whined louder and louder. Rafael smiled and kissed your neck as you came. He finished soon after. 

Rafa rolled off of you and laid next to you, breathing heavily. You smiled and molded your body to his side, draping a leg over his waist. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You stayed there with him for a long time. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window. You loved laying in Rafa’s bed; it smelled like him even when he wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you want food?” he asked. 

“You’re always hungry after sex.” you laughed, sitting up. He smiled and stood up. 

“Can you blame me?” he asked, pulling a pair of sweatpants on. “You put me to work.” 

You smirked and searched under the blankets for your panties. They hit you in the chest and fell into your lap. You glared up at Rafa who laughed like a little kid. “Rude. Just for that, I’m stealing your shirt.” you proclaimed, picking it up off the floor and tugging it on.  

“Be my guest.” he smiled and pulled you in to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, but he grabbed your forearms and pushed you back. “Food.” He dragged out the vowel of the word and started pulling you towards his kitchen. 

You hopped up onto his counter and grinned when he raised an eyebrow at you. “What? It’s your place which means you should cook.” you reasoned. He rolled his eyes and started to pulling ingredients out. Ingredients meaning cheese and bread. Your eyes followed him all around the room. He was working at something directly across from where you were sitting and stared at the way the muscles of his back were moving. He sighed and turned around. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, kid?” he said. 

You held your hand to your chest. “Oh ouch. That was pretty platonic.” 

He smirked and put his hand on the counter, trapping you with his arms. “Is this platonic?” Rafa leaned forward and attached his lips to yours. You smiled and kissed him back, taking his face in your hands. 

“Yo, Rafa! You here?” 

You and Rafa stared at each other with wide eyes. You looked around frantically. Rafael had a very open kitchen; there was no way you could sneak out without Daveed seeing you. 

“Just…I’ll distract him.” Rafael whispered before disappearing. You stood in the most concealed corner of the kitchen. Daveed would only be able to see you if he actually walked into the kitchen. 

“Dude what’s that smell? Are you cooking?” 

You swore your life flashed before your eyes. Rafa appeared around the corner first, holding his hands up. 

“No wait!” he said desperately. 

“What are you doing?” Daveed said. He stepped into the kitchen and almost instantly locked eyes with you. His head cocked to the side, causing his curls to bounce. “Y/N?” He looked from you to Rafa, to your bare legs, to Rafa’s bare chest. “No.” he whispered. “No.” Then Rafa was being pushed against a wall by Daveed.  His fist collided with Rafael’s nose. 

“Woah! Daveed stop!” You ran forward and pushed him off of Rafael, standing between them. Daveed glared at Rafa over your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot.” you told him before turning to Rafa. He had his hand around his nose. “Let me see.” you said quietly.

He took his hand away. Your put your hand on his face and moved it so you could inspect forearm different angles. Rafa grabbed your forearm and looked at you. “It’s fine, Y/N. It’s barely even bleeding.” he said. The flow of blood that dripped onto his chest told you otherwise. You frowned up at him, but his eyes were sincere. “Really, I’m okay.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re making me sick.” Daveed spat. You turned and glared at him. 

You’re making me sick. You just punched your best friend in the face!” 

“Best friends don’t fuck each other’s sisters!” he yelled. 

“God, fuck you, Daveed.” you growled.

“I want to talk to Rafael alone.” 

“Hell no!” you said. “You’re gonna kill him.” You felt Rafa’s hand on your waist. 

“It’s okay.” he whispered. “I have some things I want to say to Daveed anyway.” 

You looked between them with and astonished expression. “You’re kidding, right? This involves me; I should be here.” Rafael turned you around and put his hand on your face. 


You rolled your eyes and muttered something about male dominance before walking away to get toilet paper for Rafa’s noise. 

When you came back you heard, to your surprise, their voices at a somwhat normal volume.

“I can’t believe both of you went behind my back and did this.” 

“Can you blame us? You punched me when you found out, Diggs.” Rafa’s voice sounded strange. He was probably pinching his nose shut.

“You’re not supposed to sleep with my sister.” he seethed.

“You say that like I’m just sleeping with her. Dude, even if I wasn’t with her, she’d still be one of the most important people to me, you know that. Y/N’s the best thing in our lives.” Despite the situation, you smiled at Rafael’s words. 

“God, I can’t listen to this bullshit.” You heard footsteps.

“Hey!” Rafael shouted. “I don’t get why you’re so pissed. You’re always wanting Y/N to be with someone good for her-” 

“You’re not good for her! Your longest relationship was like six months long!”

“She’s 28. She can make her own decisions. When are you gonna stop treating her like a child?” 

“When she stops doing things that will get her hurt.” 

“She grew up with us, Daveed. She’s always gonna do stupid shit.” 

“Exactly! She’s supposed to be like your sister too! Doesn’t that bother you at all?”

“It’s bothered me since we were teenagers!” There was a long pause. Even you were shocked. 

“Seriously? That long ago.”

“I…yeah. Why do you think none of my other relationships lasted long?” Another pause. 

“You don’t deserve her.” Daveed’s voice was slightly quieter now.

Rafael laughed. “Yeah, I fucking know.” 

You figured it was as good a time as any to step in. You walked to Rafa and handed him the paper.  He thanked you and held it to his nose. You turned to your brother with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something. 

“You realize how bad it will be for me if you two break up?” he said. You looked to Rafa. The two of you hadn’t talked about that at all. Hell, you hadn’t even defined the relationship yet.

“Well obviously we aren’t planning on breaking up.” you said. “But if we do, we’re mature enough not to drag you into it or anything like that.” 

“This makes me feel so weird. I’m just putting that out there.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I mean, not that we actually need your permission, but does that mean you’re okay with it?” Rafael asked, scrubbing dried blood off his lip.

“Please, Daveed. Rafael’s a good guy, we both know that, and I’d really like it if I didn’t have to pretend that I haven’t seen his dick.” Rafa burst out laughing but quickly started to cough when Daveed glared at him. 

Daveed sighed and fisted his hair, looking between the two of you. “I mean you said it yourself; I guess I can’t stop you.” A smile broke out on your face. “But please continue to pretend you haven’t seen his dick and never talk about sex around me.” he added. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You walked over to him and held your arms open to show you really did appreciate his acceptance. He smiled and pulled you into his chest. 

“I love you.” he murmured. 

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him. 

“I love you too, Daveed.” Rafael said. 

“I’m not sorry for punching you.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Daveed pulled away from you. “Alright, well I’m gonna leave before I decide I want to kill one or both of you.” He grabbed his keys. “Also, I’m taking this.” He held up a grilled cheese and bit into it before walking out of Rafa’s apartment. “Put some damn clothes on!” he called before the door shut. 

You turned to Rafa with wide eyes and let out a slow breath. 

“So…that went well.” he said. 

“Is your nose okay?” The blood was all cleaned away, but you were still worried. 

He shrugged and put his hands on your hips. “It’ll probably bruise, but it’s totally worth it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Now I get to date his little sister.”

Your raised your eyebrows. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally making that executive decision and calling you my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good decision.” you agreed. Rafael gave a lopsided smile and quickly moved his head to kiss you.   

Aranea, telling Prompto she ran into the other bros in Tenebrae: “Look—I can tell you want to get back together with them. So why not let them know?”

Me, screaming at my television set: You know they all have cell phones, right?? Do you have a cell phone? Would you let Prompto borrow it so he can tell his friends he’s still alive? Possibly also tell them where his exact location is so that they don’t all have to get royally fucked up in Zegnatus Keep? Then nobody would have to listen to hobo trash Jesus tormenting anyone’s inner psyche for the entire 3-hour duration it took me to play through that awful Chapter 13…

I’ve been trying to learn how to draw Isabelle and how would I put her in my style and I think I figure it out! The body took FOREVER and I mean more than an hour jesus christ! I could not get it straight for anything in this life, but oh well. I also learned how to draw her face faster. The big Isabelle was the one I first drew that took more than an hour, because I had to see how I would want everything to look like in the future drawings; The top left one took about 10min I would guess, and the last one (mad Isabelle) took me 3 min or less! She’s really simple to draw, now I just need to study more expressions, I’m lacking on that department A LOT! LOL

I drew this during the haze of my deadlines this morning. Took me roughly an hour. I kinda ditched my deadlines for it so I’ve been running like hell until now :))

We don’t have any scanner in our office (only printers, Jesus!) so I took photo of the sketch using my ipad (so sorry about the shitty quality TT.TT) and added some shades using Photoshop.

It’s been like forever since I drew anything for myself, and I kinda satisfied with the outcome :’) hope you guys like it ~♥

Letters are from “Empty Chairs” by Don McLean :3

Fucking Winter.

Characters: Reader x Dean
Author: Fandom Imagines:) and silverlacelet.
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 979
Warnings: None
“Can you do a one shot where the reader is on a hunt with Sam and Dean and she gets cold so dean gives the reader his leather jacket and the reader falls asleep in it. I really need some dean fluff :)”


I am so so so sorry it took so long to post! My computer broke and I had to send it away and I only got it back a few hours ago! It was updating everything as well! Anyway, I’m extremely sorry and I will be uploading more tomorrow!

-Anya! x x x


“Jesus Dean, I think you forgot to mention the fact that frostbite was one of the options.” You managed to mutter trough your chattering teeth, earning you a sympathetic look from Sam. “I’m sure it’ll be warmer inside Y/N.” Dean sighed before proceeding into the building.
You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, but you knew one thing for certain; You were freezing. After many attempts, you’d finally let Sam and Dean convince you to join them on one of their hunts. After driving for what seemed like hours, you had finally reached the old schoolhouse, only to be greeted by the cold.

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