lol you guys should do this too



Kibum’s really cute, glad to see that Jonghyun thinks so too. 

(please read the tags ^^)

Stay With Me // Ten Chittaphon


the prompt: Can you write a prince!ten fluffy scenario??

words: 4968

category: angst + fluff, prince!au

warnings: night terrors and mentions of death (nothing rlly graphic)

author note: this is literally my fourth or fifth attempt (I lost count lol) of trying to write this fic. but it’s finally finished and I’m proud of the result. I hope you guys like it as well! (he’s so handsome i’m crying i love my bias)

- destinee

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lol the fact that some of u guys actually think I have a personal vendetta against every single man is hilarious. me saying “i hate men” is not an absolute and not an attack on you personally unless you choose to see it as such. and if you do maybe you should evaluate your actions and consider why I would take time out of my life to hate you. if you’re too shallow (read: too stupid), and apt to take things at face value like a child, to see that then I can really do nothing for you

I can always count on you guys like when I met Sidon I was like ‘omg he’s precious and nice I wanna ship him with link but he’s also a 10 foot tall shark man so I’m probably the only one’ and then the Internet collectively loses its shit over 10 foot tall shark man and there is all sorts of quality content and I feel blessed

  • Jackson: hey
  • Jiyong: what do you want
  • Seunghyun: oh yeah HBD
  • Daesung: sending all my love from Japan right now
  • Jackson: lol I'm in Japan
  • Daesung: ooh we should meet up!
  • Seungri: I haven't said anything yet
  • Jiyong: WELL-
Eric Harris cheating on you part 4

I was still very confident about this a few hours ago but AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this is shit lol! And it is not anymore what it started as lol, creepiness ahead!

Rain blurred your sight. You had never in your entire life ran that fast. What was even happening? Weeks ago you had have a loving boyfriend, then he cheated on you with the most basic bitch ever, your life got out of hand and now said boyfriend chased you through Colorado at night?

The storm was loud, lightning still struck and thunder still rumbled but you could hear your own rapid breathing as you ran. This is a nightmare, this is not real. It was so cold and your dress was soaked due to the heavy rain causing you to shiver repeatedly. Though catching a cold was the least of your worries right now. You slowed down in the middle of the road and turned around, spotting the parking lot of your school, it seemed as if Eric had reached his car by now because the back light brightened red and the motor started. You caught your breath and tried to find something to hide while you watched as he drove out of the parking lot, maybe he wouldn’t see you. As soon as he headed into your direction though you were sure that he had seen you and almost felt like crying. You where exhausted, you couldn’t run anymore, your lungs felt like bursting at any second but you would have no other chance left and so you started to run again, you would have to be way faster then before!

The weight of your bag was effecting your speed in a more than negative way and you could hear Eric getting closer so you didn’t think about it but just grasped it and hurled it to the side while running.

“Dammit (Y/N) stop now!”

You heard Eric scream and it only made you run faster. You didn’t even want to think about what he would do once he’d reach you. Would he roll you over? You wanted to beat the machine but you felt your legs getting tired and the headlights of his car had already reached you, causing your shadow to run beside you. This was insane!

You couldn’t run from him forever, you had to come up with a plan in a few seconds or he’d catch you. You tried to orientate yourself, you were on the periphery now and you knew where this road lead, it lead down and out of Littleton into the Columbine Valley. A long straight road, not the best place to do anything else but running away but you couldn’t turn around anymore. At the same time you couldn’t keep this speed for a long time.

Your only option was to leave the road, run into nowhere and hope that he wouldn’t follow you. You didn’t want to, you were afraid but it would probably be the best decision! You immediately turned left and jumped down the road into a field. Eric’s car stopped immediately, the tires squealing. You caught your breath and held your hands close to your chest, this was the hardest sprint you had ever done! You were just glad that it seemed as if Eric would let you be now. All you would have to do was run back and get your bag back. The rain had finally stopped and now there was just a heavy wind blowing. Suddenly you heard the motor again and the only thing you saw was his car literally jumping over the bluff bank and landing on the ground with a loud thud.

You shook your head in desperation. This guy was crazy. You didn’t waste a second and immediately started running again, deeper into the field. The deeper the better.

“Fucking stop now or you’ll regret it (Y/N)!”

You turned around, Eric had exited the car and was now running through the field as well. He was so quickly coming towards you, you had almost forgotten that although Eric was very skinny he was still very fast. It was really dark without the headlights of his car and you tripped over a root or something like that, immediately standing up again.

“Stay away from me you psychopath!”

You screamed and began to crouch slightly, hoping that he’d have a harder time to spot you among the high grown grass in the dark. You eventually stopped and squatted when you couldn’t hear him behind you anymore. It was so quiet now that if Eric would have been near you, you would have heard him. You didn’t know if it was smarter to try to spot him or if you should stay down.

You went down on all four legs and started to crawl slowly. This must have looked pathetic but you honestly had no other idea. You did not want to remain on the same spot, making it too easy for Eric to find you and you didn’t want to stand up and run again. You were to weak, so crawling was your best option for moving forward. You felt the cold and wet earth underneath your hands and knees, cringing everytime you moved and grass and dirt was pushed under your nails. You tried to control your breathing and move at a slow but consistent pace. You couldn’t see anything but tried to head back towards the road, blindly finding the right direction.

After what felt like an eternity you finally felt brave enough to stop and stand up to look around. His car stood a few hundred feet away from you in the middle of the field and the street was close. Finally luck was on your side but it felt too good to be true. Where was Eric? You decided to crawl until you would be closer. You crept through the grass, trying not to make any sound. You carefully stood up and slowly turned around but Eric was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had finally given up? One thing was sure, you had to go to the police tomorrow. Although the wind had subsided, it started to rain now again. The weather here was really a damn joke. You tried to calm yourself and brushed the dirt of your knees and hands before you walked back to the road. You just had to get back into town and then you’d-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

You screeched and wanted to run but all you could do was turn around and Eric immediately rugby-tackled you. You started kicking with your feet and slapped your hands, trying to hit him anywhere and hopefully hurt him but he sat down on your waist with his full body weight and held your hands down on both sides of your head.

“Let go of me you freak.”

You screamed at him and jerked your body hysterically but that didn’t seem to impress Eric very much. He just looked at you and let go to reach behind him but you lunged out and slapped him across the face before he could get whatever he was grasping for. Eric gripped your hands and pinned them to the floor again, his face was only inches away from yours as he growled, a low rumbling in his chest.

“Stop fighting back!”

You gathered saliva in your mouth and spat at him in response. You would never stop fighting back and that was when Eric lost it, wiping your spit of his face and roughly turning you around. He pressed you onto your stomach, your face into the dirt and held your hands behind your back.

“This could have run so smoothly and be so much easier for the both of us but you always make things difficult.”

He almost talked like a father that was disappointed in the grades of his child.

“Don’t touch me!”

You struggled against him but the only effect it had was that your dress slipped up slightly.

“You are truly a lovely sight.”

You heard Eric say and knew that he had a grin on his lips while he looked - oh you knew exactly what he looked at and you could feel your blood beginning to boil.

“Pull my dress down!”

You demanded harshly but Eric only chuckled and you felt him moving on top of you.

“You told me not to touch you remember?”

You just wanted to scream at him but where quickly silenced when you felt something hard around both of your wrists and heard a click. What was that? Could it be? Cable ties?

“Freaking cable ties Eric?”

“Everyone has them in the car.”

He replied nonchalantly as he tauntend them and you winced and whimpered when they cut into your flesh. They were way too tight.

“Eric please. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You whimpered and felt the tears fill up your eyes. You were not a pussy but this was the limit for you, this was a true nightmare. He seemed to bear no relation to reality anymore.

“Sh sh sh.” 

Eric said and comfortingly stroked your hair before he turned your around and carefully threw you over his shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing you freak?”

You screamed between sobs and whimpers.

“Taking you home. We have a lot to talk about (Y/N).”

You screeched loudly, hoping someone would hear you and tried to kick your knee into his chest but without success. It also didn’t help that your hands were bound behind your back. He carried you all the way back to his car and stopped in front of the passenger door.

“Are you going to behave?”

Eric asked sternly, his hand on the door handle and you began to laugh almost hysterically, still crying.

“Behave? What’s wrong with you, you fucking psycho? I’ll rip off your face once my hands are free again.”

“The trunk it is.”

He said with a sigh and let go of the handle. Before you could comprehend what Eric meant by that he opened the trunk and you were carefully laid inside.

“Try not to hit your head. We have a long way home.”

He said and closed it with a strong push.


You were alone in the dark, on the hard ground of Eric’s trunk and your destination was the Harris home with no one being there but you both. How would you get out of this?

I mean we started with Eric cheating on you but now he is chasing you through a field with his car? Wow we came a long way but anyway I’m still down for more parts if that’s what you guys want, just to make sure:  If we do continue this then I kinda wanna run riot with this lol should I bring Dylan into it? Idk he could come over and be the rational one ‘what the fuck did you do Eric?’ as he’d watch you lay on the bank with cable binders and a gag? But let’s be honest I wouldn’t let him be too rational for too long trololololololol


Pairing: pre!Apocalypse Daryl Dixon x Reader

Words: 1,002

Genres: fluff, angst 

Summary: based off this drabble request. “I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.” 

Notes: idk if this is good, it’s sort of short, too long for a drabble tho but yeah here it is lol i didn’t edit it and yeah but i hope you guys like it! thank you anon for the request!!! I loved this one! 

EDIT: just saw i hit 1,000 followers! this is dedicated to all you guys, thank you so much for reading my fics idk how to celebrate what should i do?!?! <3 up to you guys <3 

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To Less Popular Ask Blogs

When people get more likes, more reblogs, more compliments than you do, and you believe that you’re just as good as them but you don’t get the attention you deserve? It’s because the other people haven’t recognized your talent. Or maybe you haven’t posted enough to get people’s attention. If people seriously judge you on how realistic or sophisticated your drawings are they must not be in it for the ask blog, just the art. Ask blogs aren’t here for aesthetic, they’re for the happiness of the follower and the admin, for people to enjoy themselves. Whether or not it’s a sad/angsty ask blog or a comedic/funny ask blog, it’s for the admin to let their emotions out, to enjoy themselves through it. And if you back out because you believe people think your art is bad or you believe it is, then I think you focus too much on the wrong people. Don’t make an ask blog for attention or for other people, do it for yourself, enjoy yourself. Whether or not you’re a professional artist or a just-starting-out artist, your ask blog should be for you to enjoy, other people can come in and join the happiness, that’s life, that’s beautiful! And if you don’t get asks (like me lol) then just post what your guys are doing, flippin just draw/write their whole entire day and post it every day. Don’t let other people ruin the fun that YOU created. And don’t think I’m not talking to myself in this post because I am! I get depressed cuz I see ask blogs getting tons of asks and being friends with each other and posting art for each other but that’s not what I became an ask blog for! I did it because I wanted to share my art and sometimes get a laugh from other people. Other people can get more friends and more followers than me, doesn’t make them better than me. It shouldn’t weigh me down. I treasure all the people who follow me and send me asks sometimes, they really make my day better, thanks guys. Idk where I’m going with this but if anyone out there is like me then just know that tons of asks and followers doesn’t make you a good ask blog. When you really pour your heart out into it and enjoy yourself I think that’s amazing. Don’t forget that feeling you had when you thought of making your ask blog. That jumpy feeling you got when you first posted your art. If you ever feel sad about being unnoticed and lonely, just talk to me. I’m the same. And I will stop here, no one will read this but if someone does, then just remember that the fact you are here as an ask blog is cool as flip. Ask blogs are creative and awesome.

highlights from 170306 sf9 on arirang
  • zuho doing some kind of muppet wiggle for the entire duration of roar
  • “youngbin is rich” continues to be hilarious
  • they were asked if they prefer tall girls or short girls and inseong was the only one who said tall, he said “you guys are lying”
  • dawons “noisy but sexy” wake up call
  • zuho/taeyang/hwiyoung sexy battle
  • dawon wants a girl with the exact same haircut as him
  • jaeyoon singing michael buble
  • taeyang and inseong taking literally every opportunity to get the camera’s attention as per fucking usual
  • tongue twisters (ty is really good at them)
  • “youngbin is SEXY”
  • inseong in a british accent: “show me what you got baby”


Cry with me - Part 1

Whether they are tears of laughter or tears of pain may depend on the person, but I promise you will probably experience both.

Join me in diving into the totally bizarre world of The 100 books in which the Bellamy Blake as we know him would cry tears of humiliation and perhaps the occasional bout of awe at the things his AU self says.

I honestly can’t NOT bring to attention some of these gems that truly demonstrate how vastly different book!Bellamy and show!Bellamy are so let me get down to listing actual quotes from book!Bellamy himself.


“Is he your boyfriend?” Bellamy pressed.
“No,” Clarke said flatly. But then her mouth twitched into a questioning smile. “Why do you care?”
“Just taking a census,” Bellamy replied. “Specifically, to determine the relationship status of all the pretty girls on Earth.” [listen to this guy]

2. That’s what Bellamy liked best about Earth - the unexpectedness. Like a girl who kept you guessing. He’d always been drawn to the ones he couldn’t quite figure out. [listen to this lil fucker]

3.“Off you go,” Bellamy said, motioning her forward with his hands. He watched her scurry off with satisfaction. [This fUcKER]

4. “Breaking news, pretty boy.” Bellamy winked. “We’re all criminals here.” [WINKING. PRETTY BOY. I CAN’T]

5. “Good afternoon, ladies.” [please pause for a moment and try to picture show!Bellamy sauntering into Clarke’s tent and saying this line - just please TRY]

6. Bellamy didn’t know why the ancient humans even bothered doing drugs. What was the point of shooting junk into your veins when walking through the forest had the same effect? [he’s such a cliche]

7. He’d always assumed those ancient poets had been full of shit, or at least had much better drugs than he’d ever tried

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8. A crack sounded from inside the woods. Bellamy spun around so quickly, he lost his balance and fell backward with a splash. [smooth bruh]

9. Bellamy brought his hands behind his head and tilted his face toward the sun, exhaling as the warmth seeped into his skin. It was almost as nice as being in bed with a girl. Maybe even better, because the sun would never ask him what he was thinking. […]

10. “You’re doing a great job for a quack.”


“I’d recommend putting your shirt back on.” (Clarke)
“Why? Are you worried you won’t be able to control yourself? Because if you’re concerned about my virtue, I have to tell you, I’m not-”
“I meant”-she cut him off with a small smile- “there are some poisonous plants out here that could make that pretty back of yours erupt with pus-filled boils.”
He shrugged. “For all I know, that might be your thing, doctor girl. I’ll take my chances.”

12. “I know you’re not the type of girl to make out with random guys in the woods,” he’d said with a mischievous grin, “but maybe you should be.” [i cAnT]

13. “Well, hello there,” he said as she came to a stop and paused to catch her breath. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He stepped forward and placed his hand on her waist [omg stop]

14. “I thought you were different. But I was wrong. You’re just another stupid Phoenix bitch who thinks she knows better than everyone else.” [this is the part where you cringe and cry and thank the TV lords that show!Bellamy would never even think of breathing such terrible words to Clarke Griffin, or probably anyone else for that matter]

15. “You’re going to regret this,” Bellamy said in a low, dangerous voice.

16. He’d start with letting the bastards starve. Then, maybe when they were all so weak with hunger that they had to crawl over to him and beg for forgiveness, then he’d consider going out to hunt. But they’d have to make do with a squirrel or something small - no way was he killing a deer for them. [this is some next-level petty shit - he’s talking about the deinquents btw]

17. Over the past few weeks, he’d discovered that he enjoyed the company of trees more than people. [k but tbh same]

18. Perhaps Earth had had enough of their bullshit already and was initiating a second nuclear winter. [k this isn’t really a noteworthy quote but its too real :0]

19. Tears were beginning to blur his vision, although if anyone called him out on it, he’d blame it on the smoke. [okay mister tough guy]

20. “Okay then.” He took a step forward and gestured for her to follow. “But I should warn you … I’ll probably take my shirt off at some point.”

So there you: Bellamy Blake Book 1. I intend to do the other two books I have read at some point as well. Hope you enjoyed! Lol. Tell me what you think of this Bellamy vs the one we know and love.

anonymous asked:

Hey hey, I was wondering if you could make uhhh headcanons?? Lol for rfa+V and saeran, when they find out that MC works as a stripper?? Like, she isn't ashamed of it or anything like that. Pls and ty╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ (If it's uncomfortable for ya, you don't gotta do it)

Hell Yeah ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

~No one should ever be ashamed of being a stripper.

I wish someone would pay me to take my clothes off lolol.


  • BlushingBlushingBlushingOMG
  • He’s too pure for this lol
  • After the initial shock wore off he went into jealous mode
  • Reeeeally doesn’t want other people looking at you in that way
  • Luckily, you guys have a healthy relationship
  • It just took a sit down conversation and a few kisses for him to see that it’s something you enjoy and nothing he should be jealous about
    • “Don’t worry, Yoosung. I save all the best moves for you…”


  • He bought the club where you work so he could oversee everything
  • Doesn’t want you going full nude
  • It was good though, because he redesigned everything and it brought in a higher class clientele
  • Not that you needed the money, of course
  • But it kept the scum bags out
  • Probably installed a pole in the penthouse
  • So you could …
  • Rehearse….
  • Your new routines for him


  • He thought his brain was going to explode WHA T
  • Like Yoosung, it took some convincing
  • But when all is said and done
  • He’s a performer as well
  • Lots of girls look at him, send him fan letters etc
  • So he can’t really put a double standard on this
  • You guys work on your dance moves together
  • And he’s definitely visited you while you worked


  • Fully supportive
  • Didn’t phase her at all
  • She considers it performance art, which it really is
  • Will go to your work to watch you
  • Sometimes she critiques you lol
    • “I’ve seen you do that move better, are you eating enough throughout the day? Getting enough sleep? You didn’t have your usual gusto tonight.”


  • This boy omg
  • He would be overly involved as a way to deal with his jealousy
  • He tries to help you pick out songs to dance to
  • Helps you figure out what to wear to work
    • “No, no, MC! That’s too sexy. Here, this one is better.”
  • You have to constantly put on private shows for him in the bedroom >.>
  • He sometimes ruins the mood by copying your moves
    • “MC I can do it too, see? Maybe I could work there, too?”
    • “…Stop.” -_-
  • Pretends to not be worried about you but every time you work he taps into the clubs cameras and watches the whole time to make sure no one messes with you


  • He is so trusting and loves you so much, he doesn’t mind when you finally tell him
  • Wishes he could take your photograph as you perform
    • “It’s not fair that I’m the one who can’t see you perform. Why don’t you come closer and show me? I can’t see but I can feel you…”


  • You mean the world to him, so he’s happy as long as you’re happy
  • That doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry about you
  • Literally goes to work with you every shift
  • Every. Shift.
  • Sits in the back sipping a drink with a glare
  • Has gotten into a few fights with clientele who get too close to you
    • “Hey. Move your hands away from her or lose them completely.”
  • All of your coworkers love him to death omg
  • He’s become like their guardian angel
  • The unofficial bouncer of the club
  • He really hates the scum bags who mess with women and ends up chasing them away
  • All the girls fawn over him but he just scoffs he doesn’t understand it
MP100 art dump

I really should post art more frequently so I don’t swamp people with a shitstorm of images fucking hell

AAAAANYWAYS, here’s my dump of Mob Psycho 100 fanart and Au bullshit

(For @rainiepainie‘s band AU!! Feat. bassist!Mob and way too much negative space)

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Who’s ready for a hype poster! This is for my upcoming fic! It’ll be a cop!au! I’m super excited about it haha;;; it should be out sometime next week stay tuned! 


a v tired v annoyed yurio for your enjoyment 

otp: i’m glad you’re around otp: i love you nick miller otp: i’d do anything for you otp: the coin otp: I fell in love with jess the moment she walked through that door otp: you deserve love otp: i meant something like that otp: not like this otp: more than i have ever loved anyone otp: because i met you otp: i see him and my heart explodes otp: i can’t lose her otp: i will always love you otp: i would have noticed you otp: like crazy in love otp: you’re incredible otp: you’re the kind of girl a guy would come back for otp: you should be with someone who’s crazy about you

oh, i guess i should have a fancy official intro post, so you guys can promo me if you want :p so:

hello, i’m starting this blog as a place to collect representation of butch/gender nonconforming girls. this means art, comics, movies, tv shows. probably will reblog positivity posts too. feel free to follow and/or submit! also, if anyone would like to join in and mod, that would be great 💖 all you gotta do is reblog stuff about gnc girls you come across on your dash lol
Can You Date This Boy?
See if you can win Ryo's heart in BuzzFeed's first dating sim.
By Yuya Yoshida, Tanner Greenring

First result:

You got: Oh no! Ryo doesn’t want to date you! ?

Ryo: “I’m sorry. I think we should just be friends.”

I totally should have expected that since i was answering truthfully and i’d be pretty terrible at keeping in contact with him and probably prone to jealousy. i’m a little sad but also he’s not really my type. if i even have a type…i’m so inexperienced i have no idea! i know what i like in otome but not in rl, lol. i might do it again using the skills i’ve learned through otome gaming. 

Second result:

You got: Ryo was already dating someone in ESS club.

Too bad. You took too long to ask, and Ryo started dating Hinata, the president of the English Speaking Society. They actually seem pretty happy together too.

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Looks like i’ve learned nothing these past three years! This quiz is surprisingly difficult. 

You guys should have a go and let me know what you get~ 

anonymous asked:

Too much supercorp fics on here

So I made a poll asking you guys whether or not I should delete the supercorp-main fics

This is an automatic feed so it just posts everything in the Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer tag on ao3 so I can’t do anything about writers tagging that but I can manually look at the fics on this and delete them accordingly. (I’ll probably miss a few but hopefully get most of them)

Here’s the link to the poll:

Heart to Heart-A Freshman Fanfic

Hey! So, this is the second part to a fic I wrote recently called First Goodbye. I strongly suggest reading that one first before reading this one if you haven’t already. The link to that fic is here

This is also my submission for #choicescreates this week. The prompt is ‘Mother’ and the carnival is being hosted by @punexpectedly. Thanks!

I’m not good at summaries so I’m not going to be doing one here. But basically, MC ends up talking with her mom about her relationship and some bonding between them takes place. There is a little Zig x MC but mostly things take place between MC and her mom. 

There is no explicit material in this fic. I”ll give it a T rating, I suppose.

She saw her mom’s car pull up in the parking lot and sighed. Normally she’d be excited to see her family again and, though she missed and loved her parents, this time leaving campus was bittersweet.

Last night relaxing and spending time with Zig had been wonderful but also laced with sadness. She felt excited knowing they’d made plans for him to visit but it was still killing her to leave without him. Her mind began to wander to their farewell only hours before.

He woke her up early that morning to tell her he was leaving for work. She immediately became alert and jumped up to walk him to the door even though he wanted her to stay in bed and rest. When they reached the front door, he suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around her, drawing her to him. She clutched him back just as firmly, her hands fisting his shirt. They held one another for several moments but to her it felt like only a second. He eventually shifted to rest his forehead against hers and she gently traced her fingertips along the nape of his neck. Neither one spoke in that moment and they didn’t need to. He then leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips lingering as if he didn’t want to stop. She certainly didn’t want him to. When he finally pulled away, he searched her eyes and reassured her that everything would be fine and that he’d be thinking of her non-stop. Then, with one more parting kiss and a gentle squeeze to her waist, he disappeared on the other side of her closed door.  She stood against it for a moment trying to reign in her emotions. Eventually she dragged herself back to her room and collapsed into bed. She instinctively pulled his pillow toward her, inhaling the scent and feeling more alone than she could ever remember. Her mind kept racing, coming up with numerous thoughts and scenarios that resulted in them breaking up because of this distance. She kept feeling his phantom touches against her skin, making it impossible to focus on anything else. After an hour of tossing and turning, she finally drifted off into fitful sleep.

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