midway journey

BTS Reacts - Running Fingers Through Their Hair

Kim Namjoon: Namjoon has fallen asleep on your shoulder while the two of you were watching a movie. He mumbles in his sleep, twitching every so often as if his body felt unsettled from a day’s worth of activity. In order to relax him, you comb your fingers through his short, purple hair, moving in long, extended rows. He smiles, easing his body into yours, immeasurably calm. It’s not often that he gets time alone with you, but when he does, he’s so gratified by how tender you are with your affections. He would refuse to budge for ages. When you try to get up to make dinner, he interrupts you as soon as your hands stop moving, groaning as he tells you not to leave his side.

“Mmm… don’t stop… dinner can wait a couple more hours.”

Park Jimin: Jimin has been so exhausted lately that he falls asleep on your shoulder while talking, backstage. Gently, you lower his head onto your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the soft strands closer to his forehead. His eyes gradually open - he almost forgets that the both of you are in public. Jimin would get shy very quickly, and shoot up in a heartbeat - he likes when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t want any undesired attention from staff and fans from your public display of affection. He’d definitely want to continue this later, when the two of you aren’t under scrutiny from the masses. He’s pulled away by duty, but before he leaves, he says:

“Ah, I haven’t slept that well in awhile… sorry I have to leave so soon. Do you want to come by the dorm later - when we have more privacy?”

Min Yoongi: When you smooth the tangles in Min Yoongi’s hair, running the tips of your fingers against his skin while doing so, it sends shivers down his spine. He’s had a lot of worrying thoughts running through his head lately, so he would appreciate any distraction given to him, especially one as delicate and as loving as you. His eyes are locked onto your reflection in the mirror before him. The sight of you relaxes him; your touch is an overdose of serenity. The hairdressers have just finished with his look, and you’re given the consent to ruffle it. You massage his head, fingers buried in his dark hair, this feels so surreal. He moans before turning serious:

“… You’re too good at this. Have been so close to any other person before?”
( You shake your head. )
“Okay. Keep it that way.”

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung is getting the usual case of over-excitement from being backstage for too long. He’s restlessly hopping from group to group, eager to be paid attention to like a child hosting his birthday party. When he spots you in the distance, he rushes up to you, giggling madly, hoping you would join him in his elation. You simply tell him to sit down with you - he complies, and as soon as your hands reach his hair, he turns quiet and composed. He stays motionless and silent, only because you’re doing what you’re doing. Even when Bangtan speaks to him, he simply nods, all too focused on your tranquilizing caresses through his auburn hair. You’ve successfully tamed the beast - when he’s ready to perform, he turns to you with a poised air of confidence.

“I’ll be back for more later, so make sure you hang around.”

Kim Seokjin: Jin seems to be on edge for most of the time he’s getting prettied up by make-up artists, especially since he’ll be performing a new dance routine. While the artists worked their magic on the idol, you play with his flaxen locks, curling them with your fingers as you watched him in the mirror, placating his unease. He can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you’re always there to help him unwind. Sometimes, he’d feign restlessness, just to get you to run your fingers through his hair; he really just wants you to be close by. He gets up from his seat with a lazy look in his eyes, but he doesn’t hesitate to charm you with his dashing good looks as soon as he is able.

“Aish, you’ve made me so relaxed, I’m not sure I’m ready to perform! Does my hair still look good?”

Jung Hoseok: Hobi usually doesn’t sleep in, but when he wakes up next to you brushing his hair with your fingers, he’s tempted to drop everything and take the day off. He has practice with Bangtan in an hour, but you’ve made it a lot harder for him to leave. There’s nothing more soothing to him than having you subconsciously stroke his head of hair. He’s basically in heaven right now, and there’s little chance he’d come back down to Earth unless you truly insisted that he leave for practice, which was only the right thing to do, you thought. He looks up at you, clearly hesitant to stop the groove of your fingers as they moved softly against his scalp.

“I’ll just tell them I’m sick. I want to stay here forever.”
( You urge him to go, or he’ll be late. )
“Okay, okay… five more minutes.” 

Jeon Jungkook: Kook used to not mind sitting next to his members during long car rides. However, that changed when he met you. As soon as Bangtan gets in the van, he pushes his way past his hyungs and books a spot next to you. Midway through the journey, you find your fingers grazing against the skin on his head; he’s falling asleep on your shoulder. He’s no stranger to people brushing through his hair, but there’s something about the way you do it that steadies the beating of his heart. Kook is so used to the feel of your hands; you’ve spoiled him for anyone else. They hit a rest stop, but before you can head to bathroom, you feel his fingers clutch onto your wrist. 

“I’m so used to falling asleep with you touching my hair, that I can’t whenever you’re not around anymore. So, don’t move seats when you get back.”

I hope you like this fluffy scenario-ish react, anon! <3

What happened on Flight 2511? It’s a question the FBI have been trying to answer for 57 years, but the case remains as mysterious as ever. 

On the 6th of January, 1960, National Airlines flight 2511 took off from Idlewild Airport in New York city for it’s final flight. Around midway through the journey, just over the state of North Carolina, something happened to the plane that still cannot be explained to this day. The case remains officially unsolved, but it has been theorised that a suicide bomber let off a devise which caused the aircraft to explode in midair. At 2:45 a.m, a local farmer reported to police that he heard “metal tearing up”, followed by an explosion. Several hours later, he found a wing of the plane strewn across his field, and a full investigation followed. Emergency services found 32 mangled bodies during the first day of search and rescue, leaving only two missing bodies. The 33rd body was found at the crash site, and the 34th body was miles away, laying in a marsh with strange injuries, injuries that didn’t correlate with those of an aircraft accident at all.

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SOS! I'm 19 and have no idea what gender I identify as and I'm freaking Skelly!

y'know that whole you’re supposed to know what job you want the moment you turn 18 because you’ve been in school for 12+ years and should know your interests by then? gender is kind of like because you’ve had your body for however many years you’ve been alive and you’re supposed to know it by now but really…most of the time you don’t. while people put pressure on you for college what im saying is don’t stress yourself out over your identity. like majors you’ll change how you identify a few times before something clicks. go by different pronouns, change your name, and use the internet to discover the numerous ways there are to identify as. odds are one of those will click with you and you’ll be amazed at how much better you feel when you can finally says ‘my name is ____ and i identify as ____’ there is no timeline or limit to discovering yourself. it might be hard to see your favorite blogger transitioning and be so comfortable in their skin while you’re uncomfortable and unsure but i promise u everyone has been there. and everyone gets to the point of being comfortable at their own pace. don’t compare yourself to others because their journey is not the same as yours and while they might be midway in their own journey they all started in the exact same spot as u.

A Fool of Mine [3]

Originally posted by someone-like-robsten

Title: A Fool of Mine
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Gaston/Reader
Words: 1,325
Summary: [ During your lunch date, you learn some rather interesting things. ]
A/N:  i’ve decided that like, yknow how belle’s color is blue
yeah reader’s is purple //  lol so what i was getting at in the early bit of the chapter was reader was wearing a headband, but they weren’t popular back then ok
Part 2 can be found here
Part 4 can be found here

As you went into town the next day, Gaston was nowhere to be found. Odd, considering he always hung out near the stone arch that led into town, and as you’d pass he’d let out some half-witted line about how absolutely stunning you were today.

You figured perhaps he was out, or maybe busy getting ready for later. You followed your routine, this time being sure to pick up a bottle of wine as you went along for your picnic in a few hours. After walking around the town (and stopping to smell the flowers as you did each day) you headed straight home - no time to read today.

The house was quiet as you entered.  Lonely, even. You hummed the tune you had heard at the tavern last night as you went along, preparing a small brunch and packing it away in the hand-woven picnic basket you had made years ago. After, you set your book on top, just in case you decided to take it. You then focused your attention on your appearance.

After taking a bath, you sifted through your wardrobe.


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The Black Bunny

TITLE: The Black Bunny


AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine if Loki accidentally turned himself into a bunny through some sort of magical mishap, and, not being able to properly care for himself, he kind of awkwardly nibbles on things and writes out what happened with the shreddings. 


NOTES: I could not resist writing this short, yet sweet, story, as I thought the idea of Bunny Loki was downright adorable. Full of fluff, and very silly (compared to the more serious fics I write). Also, it’s just in time for Easter! haha ♥︎ It is loosely based off of the imagine above and there will be two parts, hope you enjoy!

Part One

It was a Monday, and I was running late… again. I hurried to the subway, but I had then discovered that I left my metro card at home and by the time I bought another card, the train that I usually took to get me to work on time was long gone.
Today was already not my day.

I lived in a tiny apartment all the way downtown, near Battery Park, and it took me awhile to get to my office in Midtown: my office being the one directly besides the infamous Stark Tower - and yes, my words are dripping with sarcasm. 

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Little Family Ch. 2

Chapter 1 3


It was well over a year since Kagome had come back before she and Inuyasha went out from their village together. They were traveling to a village in need of an exterminator and a healer for those injured by the beast that was ravishing their lands. With three children who were walking, and had their father’s destructive tendencies, all hands on deck were needed for Miroku and Sango to keep some semblance of control in their household. So Kagome and Inuyasha went together, instead of the normal duo of Miroku and Inuyasha.

Miroku had pulled Inuyasha to the side before the newlyweds went on their way. It was going to be well over a day’s journey to the village, meaning that it was going to be at least a week, if not two, before they returned. Kagome was stocking up on kisses and hugs from her favorite children, and getting last minute gossiping in with Sango.

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Remus X Reader: Part 2

Part 1 here

Y/N: your name

The naked branches of the Whomping Willow brandished roughly to the welcome of a small robin that had come to take rest on its brittle twigs: December had fast approached as light flakes of snow began to scatter the grounds of Hogwarts. Y/N smiled in marvel as she saw the wispy flecks swirl and dance in the crisp dusk, from the comfort of Professor Lupin’s office. Candles emblazoned with the natural droplets of the burning of wax, supplied sufficient warmth in the spacious room.

“Chocolate?”  uttered Professor Lupin, snapping Y/N out her thoughts.

“Do you even have to ask Professor-” she smiled as she reached out for a small bar of Hogsmeade Marvellously Milky milk chocolate.

“Please Y/N, it’s Remus when we’re together…. I mean when we’re- you’re working…” he shifted awkwardly as he turned away before she could catch him blushing. Y/N smiled at herself before she turned to say;

“Thank you Remus” to which Professor Lupin responded with a charming smile but inside he was bubbling with joy at the sound of his name spoken by Y/N.

It had been a good three months since the tuition began, besides the odd three day break at the end of the month ( as Professor Lupin referred it as his ‘personal break’) - it was safe to say that Y/N started to learn a little more than just the nature of an Inferi and dodging curses, from her Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. She noticed small things like the way his hazel eyes practically glowed whenever he divulged in an interesting topic about a certain creature, or the way his chestnut coiffure rested messily around his face which entailed Professor Lupin to rummage roughly through his wavy locks, contributing towards Y/N’s irregular breathing. And in turn, little to Y/N knowledge, she too fascinated the young professor. He’d admire the way her nose would scrunch up when she found a certain topic confusing or when her supple, rose- tinted lips curved into an adoring smile. And her voice… by Merlin, her voice was a soothing melody that he considered to be a concoction of honey suckle, melted chocolate and everything sweet and pure. They were both head over heels for each other but both of them were completely oblivious to it.

“Hmm … you know what would really go well with this chocolate- Butter beer!”Y/N said after a moment of silence.

“Ahhh… that would be awfully good” replied Professor Lupin, shuffling some parchment.

“Here’s a thought… lets go down to The Three Broomsticks!” Y/N shrieked at the idea. Remus shifted awkwardly.

“Really, now?” he slurred.

“Yes! Of course now, come on, we have plenty of time to get this work done after we get back”. Remus glanced up at Y/N and saw the excitement in her eye and sighed.

“Fine, let’s do it… but I expect this work completed by tomorrow Y/N-”

“-yeah, yeah of course now let’s go”. Y/N jumped from her seat and then went ahead to put on her coat and skipped merrily towards the door whilst Professor Lupin watched her carefully, beaming at her movement.

“What?” Y/N questioned, giggling slightly.

“Nothing… come on lets go Trouble” he mewed and followed suit.

The cold air ate at their warm flesh, the wind whipping heavily against their frame, Professor Lupin managing to keep a steady hand on Y/N’s lower back to stop her from falling which made her writhe with giddiness. When they had finally arrived at The Three Broomsticks, they were more than relieved to be welcomed by the cosy yet cheerful atmosphere. They seated themselves at a far-by booth, away from the view of everyone else. Y/N slipped off her coat and turned to look at Professor Lupin, who was seated quite close to her due to the limited amount of booth space. He smiled gently at her and she returned the gesture.

“So what would you like?” he asked softly with the familiar silky tone.

“A warm butter beer with a stick of cinnamon please. It’s a little weird but I feel like it br-”  

“-ings out the flavour…” finished Professor Lupin as they both shared the same look of shock.

“- me too” he whispered inaudibly, meeting Y/N’s graceful gaze.  Subconsciously, he slowly turned to tuck a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, grazing his hand against her feathery skin; causing every bone to tingle in his body. Before he realised what he was doing, he briskly got up to order, leaving a furiously blushing Y/N sitting at the booth; hands shielding her frenzied, toothy grin.

 Once they had finished exchanging a long and endearing conversation and drained their mugs of their warm liquid content; they had decided to make their way back towards the castle.  The heavy snow crunched from underneath their shoes, chuting silent echoes. Midway through their journey, Y/N stopped outside the fencing of a decrepit-shabby looking house, its structure infested with moss and wilted vines.

“You know it’s supposed to be the most haunted house in Britain?” Y/N mumbled into the chilly air, her warm breath cascading white mists.

“Yeah… so I’ve heard” Professor Lupin replied, a little agitation in his voice.

“-bullshit” Y/N said, surprising him with her statement.

“I’ve been inside numerous times and the only haunted thing I’ve come to face is the poor choice of wallpaper… no wonder it’s all scratched and tethered. I would have done the same thing” Y/N drawled, oblivious to the stares of her Professor.

“Yy-y-you’ve been in there? … A-and you’re not afraid?” Professor Lupin muttered in curiosity.

“Of course, I mean… if any other teacher asks then I’ve never been there, especially not during my free periods and after bed hours-

… And afraid? Not really. Not when no one ever comes in or out besides me and Granger’s cat, you know the third year whiz?” Y/N proclaimed quite casually as if the damaged building was nothing more than a child’s playhouse.

“Y/N, as a teacher … I must say that coming in here is a pretty stupid and reckless thing to do. It’s dangerous” replied a concerned Lupin.

Dangerous-” Y/N chuckled half-heartedly.

“Oh please, I highly doubt it. It’s obviously a load of bollocks fabricated by the land owners to keep the kids at bay-

-Hmm… how about we go in and I’ll show you how perfectly safe it is” Y/N said giddily looking at Remus.

“Erm… I don’t think that’s such a good id-“

“Dear Godric Sir, you aren’t afraid are you?” Y/N looked at him quizzically.

“No it’s not that, it’s ju-”

“Well come on then let’s go!” she said, sprinting towards the house. Professor Lupin tried calling out to her but she only turned around to roll her eyes and signal him to follow her.

“Merlin, this girl is going to drive me crazy” he mumbled to himself and followed suit to Y/N.

“Lumos” Y/N whispered and soon a small beam of light ejected at the tip of her wand.

“See there’s nothing here” Y/N said in a tone of certainty.

However Remus didn’t answer; instead he looked around at the scored walls and debris of broken furniture. He then turned to Y/N who looked at him with an expression of concern.

Professor…?”  She spoke silently, making her way over to her professor.

“Have you been here before?” she questioned inquisitively. He let out a small, sad laugh tinged Y/N with remorse.

“Been here? I practically know it like the back of my hand. I used to come here with my friends when-” he stopped again, an all-too-familiar sign for Y/N that he was lost in his past.

“… Yes?” she asked, edging a little closer. He sighed gently,

“I used to come here with my friends, much like yourself… for no particular reason, just to be away from everyone I guess-” He responded, trying his best to seem confident with his words. Y/N felt like he was holding back, like he was keeping something away from her but she decided it’d be best to restrain her curiosity.

“I was once your age to Y/N” Remus replied half-minded, not really processing what he had just said. He watched her eyes line with disbelief.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he mewed softly, his hands caressing her arm; she felt herself melt into his gentle touch.

“That’s just it isn’t it…” she began silently,

“What are you talking about love… I mean Y/N” Remus corrected himself. Y/N chuckled slowly.

“I-I-It’s nothing… why do you do that by the way?”

“Do what” he questioned cautiously.

“You’ll say something really sweet and intimate and then you retract from it”.

“I don’t do that”, he answered shakily; making his way over to the broken bed from across the room and sitting down, proceeding to nervously fumble his hands.

“Yes… you do” she retorted making her way over to him. He shifted slightly but remained stationed as she came to reside beside him.

“Do you dislike me?” Y/N questioned apprehensively, looking down at her hands. Remus looked at her, burrowing his eyebrows in confusion;

“Oh dear Merlin, no! What made you think that-

“Then what do you think about me?” Y/N interrupted, looking up to meet his hazel eyes. Remus mouthed something then soon repealed slightly. He sighed before he gave his word.

“I-I-I think… you’re fantastic Y/N….not only during our lessons but out here too. You’re smart, clever and your kind spirit truly touches a being deep inside -

He paused for a moment as he took in the close proximity between him and Y/N; he could practically smell the perfume that lingered on her delicate skin.

“- Including me. And truthfully, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing….

… And, by Godric, I do believe that…I, erm…. I’ve fallen for you” he ended almost inaudibly as he inched closer to her mouth, hearing the ear splitting sound of his heartbeat as he placed his lips onto her smooth, plump ones. Y/N became completely stoic to the situation, but before she could return the gesture; he pulled away, a wave of disbelief washed over his face.

“Y-Y-Y/N I’s so sorry please forgive m-” he stammered awkwardly but suddenly he was cut off by a pair of lips that caught his own. Confused at first but soon he diffused into the kiss which gradually increased in pressure. Her hands rummaged through his wavy locks, which she so longed to touch; whilst one of Remus’s arms snaked around her waist, the other cusped her face gently, drawing her closer to him. Y/N lifted her head away slightly, whispering softly against his lips;

“I think I’ve fallen for you too, Professor” she smiled,

“Remus” he interrupted, watching her as she giggled silently and soon they divulged back into the kiss, the taste of cinnamon still dawdled on their lips.

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

You may or may not be happy to know that there will be a part 3 which will be the final installement she says hopefully  but only if you guys want it.

…. Happy Christmas, hope you all have a good one and even if you don’t ecelbrate it, hope you have a fantastic day!!!

he wants to do something incredibly risky with me. what do i do?




A little past midway in his life’s journey, Dante finds himself in another ultramundane adventure.

So, here it is! This is a starter for a comic-thing in which my favourite compatriot poet Dante goes on one of his mystical trips, but this time he meets the redivive ancient Romans. Here are some of the guest stars, but don’t despair, everyone will have their space! (yes, to Cato the Elder’s happiness, also the Greeks).

Read it here!


it would be christmas eve and you had spent the night at some random guy’s party. you were sloshed to say the least. clearly in no state to drive home so you called bestfriend calum to come get you. you stumbled out in your heels swaying side to side to see a very pouty and angry calum with his arms crossed.

“y/n, really? we have to go to your mom’s christmas party in like 16 hours and you are going to have a hangover, your mom will kill me. and you knew you had to walk home in the middle of the night. really, that’s irresponsible as fuck y/n.”

you would start to softly giggle after cal ‘yells’ at you, not knowing what to do. he could not pull off the whole angry thing. you started to bend over from chronic laughing causing his stern demeanour to soften seeing you. he rolls his eyes and slowly walks over to you.

“c’mon, let’s get you home. you know i can’t stay mad at you.” he takes off your heels and hands you his vans and wraps his jacket around your shoulders to shield you from the night. wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, he starts to slowly guide you home. 

midway through your journey home,  you leaned further into him pulling him into a tight hug. you kissed his chest and whispered, “thank you for always taking care of me. merry christmas cal, i love you.” 

calum kissed your forehead and tucked you under his chin before sighing, feeling his heart pound. “of course i’ll take care of you, what would you do without me. merry christmas babe, i love you too.” 

what would i do without you y/n?

other mediocre stuff               ask/request stuff (also tell me if this sucks)

  • me at the beginning of my kylux journey: i want the big one to dress the ginger one in lace and fuck him until he cries
  • me midway through my kylux journey: i want the ginger to dress his giant boyfriend in lace and fuck him until he cries
  • me now: i want the big one to murder his husband's terrible father and then i want them to take over the galaxy and grow old together. also, i want to watch them take turns dressing each other in lace and fucking the other until they cry.

<<Midway>>, Trailer de la película de Chris Jordan. Un viaje visual de una tragedia medioambiental.

<<Midway>>, Trailer of the film by Chris Jordan. A visual journey about an environmental tragedy.

PCHH B-B-B-BONUS-S-S CONTENT: My Favorite First Lines


So on this week’s episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour, we devoted a segment to “First Impressions.” I took it as an excuse to bloviate about one of my favorite topics, “First Lines of Novels and Short Stories and What They Do and How They Do It.”

I, as is my wont, as the show’s resident grind, overprepared. The show’s a discussion, not a lecture, thank God, and I only got around to name-checking three or four of these. But there’s lots to say on this. And back when I taught writing, and the earth was new, and icthyosaurs swam the turbid seas, I prepared a sheet sort of like this for students.

These are just some of my favorites. You got yours. Don’t bogart them, give ‘em up already.


First lines can outfit your reader with important information for the journey ahead with remarkable efficiency.

  • Call me Ishmael” – Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. (Introduces a layer of doubt in the FIRST TWO GODDAMN WORDS, and in the third, if you know your Bible, provides you with a hefty does of foreshadowing – basically gives away the ending.)
  • “It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”. – George Orwell’s 1984. (We are in a militaristic setting.)
  • “As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from a sleep of uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” – Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis (This is all of the explanation Kafka provides for the huge, abiding weirdness at the story’s core – this flat assertion in the first sentence. That’s all you’re getting. Deal with it.)
  • “Doomed planet. Desperate scientists. Last hope. Kindly couple.” - Grant Morrison, All-Star Superman. (Ok, it’s a comic, but that right there? Is a familiar origin story ruthlessly distilled into four perfect nouns, modified by four perfect adjectives.)

But sometimes efficiency isn’t the goal. Sometimes it’s about making sure your reader packed everything for their trip. Like, EVERYTHING.

  • “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ” – Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (The air kind of goes out of the sentence there at the end, but really, how could it not?)
  • “It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”—Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (The most-mocked opening line in English literature, the inspiration for a contest of worst first lines, and you can see why: Wait, you’re saying the night was DARK? I see. Got it. Thanks, guy. I love how he doubles back on himself “this happened! Except when it didn’t, on the streets (did I mention we’re in a city? Which is why I said streets not roads? I didn’t? Well, that.)”

But first lines can supply your readers with clues to what’s coming without being so damn showy about it.

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