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New Beginnings, Part Two

Chapter Two
“Not Too Insane For You“


Word Count: 2.5K



A/N: This chapter showcases our reader’s background and upbringing.

My name is Y/N L/N. I’ve lived all over the country, but I consider Chicago, Illinois to be where I’m from. My mom’s name is Jennifer and she’s an accountant. My dad’s name is Frank and he is a retired Marine, having served in Desert Storm twice. I have two little brothers named Alan and Jimmy. They’re twins and 5 years younger than me.

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This will be my first Zootopia fanfiction. It’s a AU that takes place in the movie after Nick and Judy get off the cable car and talk about the traffic cams. But instead of going to Bellwether for help they go to Nick’s Family for help. My story will have a few movie references see if can spot them lol. Hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think in the comments.


Nick’s Family.

Chapter 1

“ However, if you didn’t have access to the system before… I doubt Chief Buffalo Butt is gonna let you into it now” Nick said pointing out the realization.
“ No. You’re right Nick.” Judy said sounding disappointed.
“ Wait..a…minute… Maybe we don’t need the cams. I got something even better.” Nick said.
“ WHAT!?!” Judy said with smile and enthusiasm in her voice.
Nick with his chin hailed high and with confidence said “My family”.
Judy felt a little uncomfortable about meeting a family of foxes. Not really sure how they will be. But most of worried that they might be underground cyber criminals or worse.
“ Soooo Nick, where do they live?” Judy asked not wanting to beat around bush.
“ They live in a secret area in the Rainforest District, where only I know where it is.” Nick answering the curious bunny’s question.
Their cable car stop and got off. Judy following the fox’s lead, going wherever this secret place of Nick’s is.
The two continued to walk for awhile. “You see carrots, there is something I should tell you about my parents.” Nick said to Judy breaking the silence.
Upon hearing that Judy started thinking ’ Oh no, what did I get myself into? I’m I way over my head? Will this be worst then Mr.Big? ’ all these questions going on in Judy’s little bunny head. Being a bunny, her emotions and insecurities sometimes cloud her judgement her logic and plain commonsense, just reacting without thinking first. That is one flaw she always tries to overcome. Easier said then done. Must be a bunny thing?
Nick explained to her without looking at her “ Well, you see they can be a little loud and over bearing but they mean well. There like the greatest most nicest, kindest, and most unjudgmental creatures you will ever meet.”
Hearing that gave Judy a little relieve. But realised he said creatures instead of foxes.
“ Are they not foxes?” Judy asked.
Nick let out a sigh and answered “ No there not, they took me in and treated me like family. ”
Judy got a little confused and asked “What about you’re mother?” Nick stopped in his tracks when he heard her question.
“Nick…” Judy spoke worrying about Nick, thanking that was a little too personal.
“ Nick, you can tell me.” Judy reassuring the fox.
Nick took a deep breath and finally spoke. “ Well… I happened after the cub scouts incident. I came home with blood dripping down the sides of my face where they muzzled me and my uniform tore with tears in my eyes. I told her what happened and she was so mad. She wasn’t going to let them get away with it. She took me in her car, we were going back to that cub scouts meeting. She really wanted to give them a piece of her mind. As we were driving…” Nick cut off.
Judy notice Nick wasn’t letting her see his face but she knew this was tough for him to tell her. “ Nick, you don’t have to fin-”
Nick ignored her and continued. “ And a …drunk driver t-boned us. The car flipped over, I was knocked out. But when I woke, my head was hurting and covered in blood. Not my blood but….my mom’s.” Nick voice started choking up. “ I tryed to get her out, but I couldn’t move her. I smelled gas, she told me to save my self. I saw red and blue lights flashing. It was an ambulance and a police car helping the drunk driver in the other car. I ran over for help but they took one look at me, saw that I was a fox and didn’t care to help. I begged them to help my mom but they just spit at me. I grabbed the arm of the tiger police officer begging him to save my mom. But he pushed me to the ground and said ’ Fuck her, let the bitch die. One less fox in the world.’ He gave the most cruel and most hateful face I’d ever seen. Still haunts my dreams to this day. The car exploded, I - I… Heard mom my mom burning alive screaming. They just left us there, they let my mother die, because she was a fox. I was alone, I had to survive any way I can. Nobody cared about a fox. I almost starved to death, I was about to give up and waited for death’s embrace take me. But I woke up in a blanket, clean clothes and a bowl of soup. They saved Me, they home schooled me, showed me amazing things, they gave me a home and a reason to live, love and trust again.”
Judy had tears pouring down her cheeks, never truly knowing how much he has suffered for just being a fox.
“ Since being a fox, I couldn’t get a job or more like wasn’t allowed to. So I started hustling pawsicles to help my family. At least do what ever I can to help them for all they done for me. They have to stay in hiding, so I usually go out for them.” Nick finished with.
Judy felt a pool of guilt, thinking he was just some common criminal, but now knowing he’s only hustling to support his family.
Judy rushed over to him and embraced him with a hug, which was a surprise for Nick.
“What’s this?” Nick asked out of innocent curiosity.
“ Just thought you could use some comfort. Everyone can use a hug.” Judy replied with a heart felt smile.
“ Carrots I-”
* Clink CRASH*
Judy and Nick quickly turned to see were the noise was coming from. Seeing a huge shadow coming closer.
“ Carrots, what the Hell is that? ” Nick asked Judy in a trembling tone.
“ I don’t know?” Judy answered with an equally trembling tone.
Judy was only armed with only her fox repellent which she was about to reach for. But stopped herself, not wanting Nick to see it. Making her feel more guilty for not putting it away. Just grabbed a near by stick.
The big, round shadow came closer and closer till They saw glowing eyes, and heavy breathing.
“ THIS IS IT!!!” they both screamed as they charged at the shadow. Only to back down at the size of the shadow. They both let out a scream. Which caused the shadow to let out a very loud and high pitched scream, as it tripped backwards over some near by trashcans.
Nick and Judy ran over to towards it, to see what it is. It was trying to get a small bucket off it’s head with no luck.
Judy ran up and kicked the off it’s head.
When she looked down at what it was, she quickly looked up and looked back down with overwhelming confusion on her face.
“CLAWHAUSER!????!!” Judy shouted.


WHAT!?! What’s Clawhauser doing here? Who are Nick’s Family or better question what are they? And how CAN they help? We’ll find out next Chapter. Please let me know What you guys think. Thank you all for reading. Your all awesome.😁❤

Anon said: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Nate imagine where your pregnant and just laughing and having a good time cuddled up in the coach with Nate talking about the baby and suddenly you go really quiet because you think about how your dad left when you were young and scared what Nate might do but he says he not going anywhere and makes it really cute, thank you 😘

Note: another request from 4 or 5 months ago.

“Seriously babe he’s kicking really hard” I rubbed my tummy while my boyfriend of 4 years, Nate recorded. “Just like his father” he laughed, “what the hell does that mean, you never kicked me” I furrowed my brows, “let me have my moment dammit” he laughed, “maybe if you make sense with what your saying, then I’d let you” I chuckled. I felt the baby’s hand rub against my tummy, and sure enough when I looked down to my stomach, you could see his hand. “Babe look” I smiled, he looked down and smiled widely placing his hand on top of the baby’s to compare size. “Dam he’s got my hands” he chuckled, “wonder what else he got” I said “maybe my looks” Nate smirked admiring himself. “Your such a asshole” I laughed smacking his arm. “Man I’m excited for him to come” Nate smiled rubbing my tummy, “me too, do you know how spoiled he’s gonna be by the boys?” I laughed, “at least we will have them to babysit when we need alone time” he smirked, “your disgusting” I hit his arm, “you didn’t think so when you were calling me daddy the night we created him” he smirked. “Oh my god can you not be perverted for a second” I hit his chest this time.

I have everything I wanted a boyfriend, a home, and a child. I smiled to myself but then fell quiet, yeah I have everything I wanted I even have Nate’s family to help but I don’t have my child’s grandfather, my father here and even though I know Nate would never do that to me like my father did and walk out… It’s still a possibility. I was thinking of all the possible situations that could happen that could cause Nate to leave me, when he placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump a bit. “Babe are you okay?” He asked with concern, “Y-Yeah” I fake smiled, “no your not, every time your deep into thought about something you make this face. Your doing it right now” he shot back, I took a deep breath out and my eyes instantly flooded with tears. “Lil mama what’s wrong?” He brought his hand to my cheek wiping them away, “I’m scared Nate, you know my fathers not here and the story behind that, I’m scared I’ll do something stupid and you’ll leave me and the baby” I held his hand as it resting on my cheek, “Y/N, do you really think I’d leave you so easy?” He questioned, I didn’t reply. “I’ve spent 4 years with you, we’ve argued about pointless shit but never did I give up on you, never did I give up on us. If I wanted to leave I could have left all those other times. I’m in love with you and no matter what happens, I’m staying. I’m gonna marry you one day, just wait on it. We are in this together forever” he smiled bring me to his chest, “promise?” I smiled a bit, “promise” he kissed my forehead, “now lay down, and let me play with you hair lil mama” he chuckled, I did as he asked and the rest of the night we talked about our feature and the life we were gonna continue building.

woah I just had this weird realization that yes, my parents are the cause of a lot of my emotional/mental/financial issues as an adult but like I don’t really have to keep kicking myself over it??? Like, I really do have the ability to change shit if I want bc I’m not that helpless child anymore. I used to feel so helpless as a child & adolescent bc even when I’d reach out to other adults (aunts/uncles/family friends/etc) for help, they’d hit me with a fake ass “sorry, mija. I can’t do/say anything about it bc you’re not my child”. Like nah, I’m the adult now & I’m gonna save myself.

Anyways, I think I kinda found the motivation I need to keep growing & molding myself into the wonderful person I know I’m meant to be

andnothinghurts  asked:

What are your top five underrated CS scenes/lines?

Oh wow. Let me see….

I’ll probably try and think of ones i don’t see mentioned enough. 

The hospital scene

I really really loved this scene. From her urging the nurse to hide him in a panic, to their shameless flirting while trying to knock the other off their mission. It was fantastic. 

Drinks in New York.

I don’t know why but that fucking conversation over rum just kills me. THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON IN THAT SCENE WITHOUT IT ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

The talk in the hallway

When Killian drops off Henry and urges her to tell him about Neal. They’re trying to appear relaxed but you can feel the frickin tension between them. And my girl is just staring at his mouth and swallowing hard- the heat was up, guys. There’s just something about that moment that gets to me.

Tampering with a man’s hook.

Look. All i’m gonna say is… if my dude wasn’t cursed and Belle didn’t have crappy timing….. 


That little snippet of that little family at the town line - it just gave me hella big visions of their home life from now on. Henry needing help with something, Emma and Killian trying to remember a fact or piece of information, thinking out loud to each other before Henry corrects them. You just know they’ll be like that at home watching a gameshow or some shit. GIVE IT TO ME. 

I have loads but they’re the first five that come to my head lol. 


God says we need to love our enemies. It’s hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.

Winchester help

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Relationship: Platonic TFW

Reader Gender: Not Specified

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, anxiety, a few cuss words, MAY BE TRIGGERING PLEASE DON’T READ IF SENSITIVE TO THIS CONTENT

Authors note: This is the first fic I have ever written, sorry if there are any spelling or punctuation errors.

You stood there in front of the bathroom mirror wallowing in self pity.

Look at you. No one would want a body like that. All of those hideous scars from screwing up hunts. You’re a disappointment. Why do Sam and Dean even keep you around?

You opened your makeup bag and pulled out a box of silver blades. You could just end it here, cut too deep and it would all be over. No more pain, no suffering. Nothing.

You’re worthless. You’re so weak, just crying for attention. Sam and Dean have bigger problems. You’re just overreacting, you don’t matter to them. No one even cares about you.

A single tear escaped and slid down your cheek. You rolled up your shirt sleeve and dragged the blade across your forearm. You made several more shallow cuts, watching the blood seep out. Your vision started getting fuzzy, you must have cut too deep. You heard faint yells from outside the bathroom door.

Oh look Sam and Dean are gonna get to see what a coward you are. They’ll be so disappointed.

Black was clouding your vision. The last thing you saw was a worried Dean busting down the door that was once locked and behind him was Sam, with the same worried expression on his face.

You woke up in the bunker, but you weren’t in your room. Were you in Sam’s room? Or Dean’s?

Dammit. Why can’t they just understand that you are done. Done with feelings, responsibilities, hunting, everything. Even better, now they know you’re suicidal. They will pity you, even kick you out. They’ll never accept you now.

You were silently sobbing and your body was shaking. The boys soon noticed that you were awake and quickly rushed to your side.

Y/n what were you thinking?!” A worried Dean exclaimed.

How were you supposed to explain that you can’t continue. That it’s just too hard. You had no words to reply and Sam soon spoke.

“Why do you do this to yourself? You don’t deserve this.” Sam spoke gently.

By now you were bawling your eyes out and you were hyperventilating. Dean quickly cradled you in his arms and whispered quiet and encouraging words to calm you down. Sam held your hand, also trying to comfort you.
Out of nowhere Castiel appeared and his expression changed from confused to concerned.

Great. Just wonderful. Now Cas will see how broken you are. Even better, since he’s an angel, he can read what’s going on in your mind.

“Why is Y/n crying?” Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side. Sam just looked at Cas with a hurt expression and he seemed to understand. You couldn’t stand the glances they were sending you.

And that’s when your anxiety kicked in. You couldn’t control your breathing and you started to panic. You gripped your hands tightly on to the back of Dean’s shirt.

You don’t deserve their comfort. Why. Why do you have to live this life. It’s not fair. Just make it over. What’s the point.

Dean shushed quietly and rubbed your back. He felt like this was somehow his fault, like he could’ve stopped this.

“Y/n… Y/n, calm down, take deep breaths” Sam said. Castiel was confused and couldn’t find out why you were in this state.

I can’t. I can’t. I just want to die. I want it to all be over. Im tired. I’ll never be okay. I’ve never been okay.

Castiel had chosen to listen to your thoughts to find out what you were thinking. After hearing you say that about yourself he made his way over to the bed. You felt a dip in the matress and looked up to see who had sat down. Castiel saw your puffy red eyes, tears still stained your face. He held his arms out and Dean picked you up and placed you on Castiel’s lap. He held you for a while. His chest was warm, maybe it was an angel thing, and it made you feel safe. You were calming down by now.

You knew you couldn’t escape the conversation that would come sooner or later. The lecture from Dean, the puppy dog eyes and pity from Sam, and the confusion written on Castiel’s face while he tilts his head to the side.

You don’t know when you fell asleep but you did know that all three boys stayed close to you that night.

You woke up at about 9:45 in the morning. The boys were nowhere in sight though you could hear quiet voices sounding from down the hall. You quietly got out of bed and slipped your hoodie over one of Dean’s ACDC t-shirts that you stole. You sneaked down the hallway to try to eavesdrop on what the boys were talking about.

“What are we supposed to do Sam? For God’s sake, we don’t know why or how long she’s/he’s been doing this.” Dean said, though you couldn’t make out the tone of his voice.
“Y/n needs comfort, Dean. We can’t just force her/him to talk about it, they’re probably insecure. Just, let’s give Y/n some time.” Sam replied sounding aggravated. You heard Dean let out a loud huff. You were about to walk back to your room when you accidentally hit your arm against the bathroom door. You winced and made a quiet noise out of pain. Apparently it wasn’t quiet enough for Sam and Dean to not hear.

Fuck fuck fuck

Sam and Dean were walking quickly in your direction. You hurried to your room and locked the door. You sat in your bed and inspected your cuts from the other night. One of the boys must have bandaged them up for you. You were deep into thought but were pulled out when you heard the doorknob rattle. “C'mon Y/n open up, please, we want to talk.” Dean said, he wasn’t angry but he sounded a little concerned. For some reason instead of picking the lock or kicking the door down, Dean decided to pray to Castiel. Next thing you know Castiel had picked you up in his arms and you are teleported to the library in the bunker. Cas sat you down on the table. You kept your head down, not wanting to see disappointment in his eyes. A soft hand pulls up your chin, and you are looking straight into Castiel’s eyes. He doesn’t say anything but instead he just gives you a comforting hug. Sam and Dean eventually get to the library, and you bury your face in Castiel’s neck. “Y/n why do you do this?” Dean questions. You pull out of Castiel’s embrace and look at him. He seems to get that you don’t want to talk. “Y/n doesn’t feel like she/he deserves to be here, I’m not sure why. She/he thinks that you would be better off without her/him.” Cas explains.

Thank you Cas
I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m gonna lose you, Sam, and Dean. I don’t belong. I just want everything to be normal for me. I’m tired of all of this. Thank you Castiel for being there for me.

Castiel hears your thought and gives you a small smile. “Y/n, why would you think that? We love you, we would fall apart without you. You are not a burden. You’re family to us. You are like my little sister/brother, I would do anything for you and so would Sam.” Dean said. You gave a weak smile and Dean embraced you in a warm hug.

“Y/n, we are going to help you get through this, but we are gonna need you to tell us when you are feeling this way. You come to either me, Dean, or Cas.” Sam says. You nod your head. “Y/n, where are the razors? We found a few but I know that’s not all.” Dean asks. You just shake your head ‘no’ and look to the ground.

I can’t give them up. I just can’t. What if I need them?

“Y/n, please we want to help you, but you need to work with us.” Sam say sympathetically. You don’t respond. “Fine I’ll find them myself.” Dean states, tired of you being uncooperative. He searches for a few more minutes and eventually comes out of the bathroom with the blades.

Oh god he found them. No no no.

“I’m gonna throw these away, be right back.” Dean announces. You tense up and Sam notices. He begins to rub small circles on your back, attempting to relax you.

Once Dean got back to the room he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, you are so important to us, you keep us going. Without you, me and Sam would probably be at each others necks right now.” You chuckled a little. It was true. “You are family to us. We wouldn’t be able to function without you. We won’t let anything happen to you, we will be by your side whenever you need us.” Sam added.

You were gonna get through this. Sam, Dean and Cas were your family. They looked out for you, they took care of you. Everything was gonna be okay as long as you were with the boys.


get to know me meme: [5/10] movies

God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me. The Help


“God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.” – The Help



God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it felt like to be me. Once I told the truth about that… I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people l know. And the things I seen and done. My boy, Treelore, always said we going to have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.

vinnya  asked:

So the fuck is the point of fetishizing and romanticizing people who murdered real life people? :P it's sick, and you need help.

listen, i’ve answered too many assholes like you that think i’m “fetishizing” murderers. it’s not a fetish, i happen to find eric and dylan attractive. no, that doesn’t mean i’m gonna shoot up my school and pray to the columbine shooters. i respect all the victims and their family, and everyone involved. finding somebody attractive isn’t a crime. and no, i don’t need help. i’m not gonna hurt myself or anybody else, ever. and plus, it’s MY interest, not yours. so i don’t have to change it?? anyways yeah, fuck off :)

I Thought You Were Different: Book 2 (Part 17/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 16

“So, just let me do the talking, okay?” Tony began, sitting just behind Steve as he piloted the jet towards their meeting in Geneva. “I’ve done this bureaucratic crap a million times, so I know how to play.”

“Fine by me, just work in my point of view here and there, if it’s not too hard to remember.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got it,” Tony scoffed, “goes something like, ‘screw the Accords and you asshats that wrote them’, right?”

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anonymous asked:

Is it sad that I only want to come out to my friends and family only after I've had experience? They're gonna rip me to shreds about calling myself bi and I haven't been with someone of the opposite sex at all. They already think that the lgbt community is "being extra" or that some sexualities and genders don't exist.

I understand why you feel that way. But it’s absolutely not necessary to have experience in order for your sexuality to be valid. Straight virgins don’t need to prove they’re straight by getting experience first. Why should you?

Having a bunch of requirements you need to fill before they will believe you’re really bisexual is biphobia at its most insidious. And unfortunately, we absorb these ideas which leads to us internalising the biphobia coming from all around us. You absolutely don’t need to play by their rules.

If you don’t want the hassle of them telling you your sexuality isn’t valid, you can just lie to them. Tell them you’ve had experience if they ask. It’s not like they deserve the truth from you. 

I support you standing up to them and claiming your right to identify as whatever you want even without having the “experience”. But I also support you lying to them to avoid it becoming a big thing. And I support you if you decide you’re still not ready to come out, that’s fine too. Good luck with whatever you decide



Sorry for being away for a bit (except for a few reblogs) BUT I wanna tell y'all about a new series of posts I want to start along with my dates.

The series I want to start is gonna be called: “How I’d Fix It” where I post about an attraction in the parks that needs…. some help. My plan is to bullet point a few ideas and obviously talk to you guys about what you’d like to see. My plan is to post two or three tonight to start it off starting with: The Carousel of Progress, Universe of Energy, and the Swiss Family Robinson Tree House.

It’s my dream to work for the Disney company and possibly even WDI and I’m always thinking of ideas for the parks with no productive way to communicate them. I hope you guys like it!


get to know me ≡ (2/10) movies: The Help (2011)

“ God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.”

anonymous asked:

:c Because of July the 4th..? Try and prepare as much as possible for it, both mentally but also by asking either the ones you're with, your family or even friends to spend that day with you. Maybe at a place you think is gonna be the most quiet. Try to do just calm stuff like watching a movie and drink hot cocoa. Them giving you hugs and stuff when you need it. It's not gonna last forever and I know you can do this! Hope it's not gonna be as bad as you think..! ^^ - Positive Anon

unfortunately my parents don’t believe in any of my illnesses so they cant help. what gets me is i live next to a city that allows fireworks, and since they’re being sold now, people will fire them off at random times, so I don’t have time to prepare…


top 10 movies of all time
#3 The Help (2011)

“God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.”

A Prophet Is Born

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas, Gabriel
Words: 1612
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: A hunt turns sour and the reader dies, but Sam (her boyfriend) will not accept it. But when Gabriel brings her back, they find out about a little surprise. 

The darkness made for great cover, but it also made it harder to see. And if you were caught by surprise, darkness did not always give you the upper hand. So, you just had to hope that you kept the control.

           You knew Sam was on the other side of the house as you, but you really wished the two of you were closer together. You had a really uneasy feeling and didn’t want to be alone any longer. But you had to take care of this hunt.

           You made your way in the front door, looking all around you, trying to keep an eye on all directions at all times.

           But that was impossible.

           You felt yourself flying through the air, unable to hold back your scream as you hit the wall with a sickening thud.

           You heard Sam’s heavy boots running toward you, “Y/N?” he yelled.

           The demon was over you, looming as if it were trying to decide what to do, “He’ll never save you,” the demon said before you felt the knife plunged into you.

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