perpetual inspiration

perpetually-inspired  asked:

Waaaiiitttttt where are you finding all this ghostbusters content???

i think i’m just gonna make this into a masterpost of all the videos i have so far. there are definitely more that i prob havent seen or forgot to add or w/e but this is most of it. also ghostbusters20-16 has a masterpost they update regularly when new content comes out



ghostbusters clips + bts and stuff

“True beauty grips your gut and squeezes your lungs, and makes you see with utmost clarity exactly what is before you. True wisdom then steps in, to interpret, illuminate, and form a life-altering insight.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Tarsus Rising: Once you really find your worth and value is not connected to what you own or hold on to but is connected to your soul and your beauty in and out. Once you reach this point you will truly shine deeply. 

Taurus is ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty and pleasure and it rules 2nd and 7th house but we will focus on Taurus’s house which is the 2nd house. When the planet of sensual pleasure and beauty is on the ascendant you can’t blame people who become captivated with your calm aura and charming beauty. 

With this rising you will have a calm presence about you that makes people around you go quiet and feel safe when you are near them. You evoke the feeling of warmth of home and this makes people trust you easily. You tend to be introverted and contemplative and when you enter a place for a first time you sit and keep to yourself. You are super protective of the ones you love and will put a great amount of passion and love in every relationship and friendship because you like to give it all once you trust the other person.  

Just like Scorpio rising you also want to be in control of your life and you will always make sure you appear elegant and timeless. Fashion, looking good and money are and will always be your top priorities. You believe that you are the best at what you do and you do not trust other people with your work, possession or money. That’s why people might see you as a possessive person over everything that you own, including people and this may cause problems cause people are in the end are free individuals and you can’t decide they are yours just because you love them and they are with you. Also you are super stubborn and it’s your way or the highway and this behavior is not fair to the people you love. you got to teach yourself to be more open minded and try to listen to people instead of forcing your opinions on them.   

You are warm and passionate when it comes to love and you love with your whole heart and you expect this passion and dedication from others, so if they can’t provide this then they don’t have a place in your life. You are someone who needs constant PDA in your life as your whole life is based on sensual love, touch and image. So kissing, hugging and feeding each other is very important to you and you like to spoil the one you are with and you expect to be spoiled as well. 

With this rising you will have on your 7th house/the descendant the sign of Scorpio. It is your opposite sign and it suppose to indicate the type of partners you like and how you will behave when in love. It is your opposite sign and it is the sign that balances you out, you may think of it as your shadow side when you are in private or in love. With Scorpio on the  descendant you are possessive, clingy and needy when in love and you crave loyalty and intensity in love. You are super romantic and need someone who can love you deeply and makes you feel safe and secure in yourself and in your love. 

Features: They depend on the planets that exist on the first house, so having other planets can change your features from your typical Taurus rising.

Generally Taurus rising have small well proportioned features that project the sensual side of the planet of Venus. The nose is small “button nose” and is well shaped and the mouth is average size with plump lips. The jaws are usually sharp and edgy and the face is usually Oval. The eyebrows are thick and well shaped as well and the face usually gives of the feeling of the bull when you look at them.   

What it means to love a Libra

Couldn’t tell it better!

“We love the things we love for what they are.” ~ Robert Frost

A Libra longs for partnership, it is her heart’s forever-wish; but to love a Libra, you must love her completely.

A Libra will need space; she’ll need freedom to be who she is in any given moment. She wants to suffer, celebrate, hate and adore who she is. These things are always changing and often conflicting, because she’s constantly discovering new pieces of who she is.

She’ll never tell you something critical straightaway, instead she’ll sit with it until the perfect words ring true in her heart and ever-so-carefully move into her mouth. Even then, she might write you a letter. Because the intensity of her feelings can make the speaking of words such a task.

She loves words. She loves the magic they hold, the way they can free her (and so few things can).

So to love a Libra, understand that the words always matter—they are the brush strokes of her heart. She won’t lie, she’s no good at it. She won’t brag, for she holds words in too high esteem. Your words must never be cheapened through unfulfilled promises or patronization. If your speech is unkind, she’ll remember and the words will never hurt less.

She’s an artist, through and through. But a Libra, to survive in the world, must find her medium. The words, or paints, the delicate, mindful crease of a freshly-made bed—it’s all art to her. Beautiful pieces of anything. She needs objects and sounds and smells and textures to resonate with that place deep inside that says, “Yes. That’s it, now it is exactly right.” To love a Libra, you must know this.

She’ll need her art like you need your breath—without it, she will lose track of who she is.

You must watch the curve of her mouth; her lips will purse (ever-so-slightly) and when they do, you can rest assured that her mind wanders because her heart is not still. You’ll notice her eyes are far away; in that moment, you must let her go there—to the place where the words find their way to the air—but not for too long. She’s always in danger of escaping for too long.

She seeks stillness.

A Libra will love her body. She’ll hate her body too. But you must love it, you must always love it. You must look into her eyes and smile. Move her hair from her face so you can get a better look. You must touch the places that hardly get touched: her neck as she does the dishes, her collar bone as she types at her desk, her hip as you stand in line at the grocery store. You must weave the ordinary with the erotic. Slide your hands firmly over every inch of her skin as if it were the first time you’ve ever touched her. You must touch her. She’ll crave your embrace and wither without it.

She needs romance. And so many kisses.

She needs to be whisked away to see the world and she needs a comfortable home to return to.

She’ll cry. A lot. She’ll cry and you won’t know what’s wrong. She won’t tell you what’s wrong, not at first, because she might not know. There will be times when she simply needs to feel sadness, she needs to feel the struggle of being alive, even when you both don’t understand.

Whatever it is, she feels it more.

The weight of her fears, her curiosities, everything: of being human, of responsibility, of hate and violence and injustice, of beauty and lightness and breath, all of it. It frighteners her, but amazes her too. So she’ll need time and space to explore, to dance and to fall apart, because there is nothing more lovely than a Libra experiencing the world. She sees magic where others do not. She needs to believe in magic. Ferociously.

And when she finally turns 30—when the leaves are changing and she feels most herself—you’ll be mindful of her feelings; because, even if it isn’t a big deal, it is a big deal and the tears that stream for no particular reason come from a place of shame in her heart.

To love a Libra, you must celebrate; you must celebrate her, life, the amazing, the plain, everything and anything.

To love a Libra is to love the very essence of love, warts and all.

There’s a delicate balance—a perpetual tug-of-war—between feeling fierce and complete against feeling soft and frail. Always trying to reach that impossible balance, she never quite knows who she is.

To compensate for the not-knowing she’ll please everyone around her. She’ll accommodate others and fix situations until you resent her for it; but, to love a Libra is to see that her self-sacrifice, no matter how destructive, is how she loves. Her bleeding heart is how she finds her place in a world that can be unkind; it’s the way she can claim some shred of control—she believes that kindness is what matters most.

A Libra needs you to push her toward self-care. She’ll never choose her needs first, so you’ll have to teach her this craft. You’ll need to teach her that putting her needs before others is not the same as selfishness, because she sees selfishness as ugly.

Ugliness scares her.

Loneliness too.

Her heart will break often. Her heart will feel lonely and sad about many things, but you must never be the one to break it completely.

To capture a Libra’s heart is to capture her heart forever. There are no partners more committed, more attentive than your Libra. You mustn’t ever take her for granted though; for a Libra’s heart will grow uneasy when neglected, her heart will close and you risk never finding your way in again.

Her heart knows the secret to everything. Protect it.

breakfast at tiffSometimes she’ll feel lost. She’ll need hot tea and blankets, black-and-white movies, and no conversation. Other times, she’ll need people. Parties and midnight walks and deep, frenzied conversation—she likes literature and science and philosophy best. She likes whiskey too. To love her, you’ll need to know that.

She’ll need constant reminders that she’s a lovely being, that she’s loved—better yet, adored. She needs mindful smothering, she needs adventure. A Libra wants autonomy, but can’t stand the thought of being left alone. You must learn to accept her, even as a contradiction.

She’ll require decisiveness, as she has none of her own. She’ll surprise you with spontaneity and you’ll admire the commitment she shows to her heart’s content. But if she has time to think, any decision will be painful—be it where to eat, what to wear or who to love. This will frustrate you, but you must try understand. For her, there is no such thing as an obvious choice.

Loving a Libra means loving love itself. She loves everything about love: the connection, the discovery, the heartache, the ecstasy, the very idea of love—it’s all the same. She yearns for the safety of partnership, but she thrives on the excitement of love’s uncertainty.

She wants passion.

She can see the good in almost any person, but in a lover she requires intelligence and humor. There is nothing sexier than wit.

She hates discord, because it makes her feel vulnerable; but to love her is not to worry too much, because she believes in forgiveness and trust—enough to repair almost any injury done to her. When you fight with a Libra, she’ll be certain that every fight is the end of everything and this will destroy her a little; you must remind her that every argument is an opportunity for growth—it is the beginning of a new everything. Loving a Libra means knowing there are few things more important than make-up sex.

She loves falling in love, so to love a Libra you’ll have to fall in love time and time again. She’ll require perpetual evolution, and inspiration, and a little dose of sin.

To love a Libra you’ll need to see the good intention that she always has in her heart; to ignore this well-meaning piece of her is to deny her a personal truth. She cannot survive without this particular truth. When she’s awful, or rude, or arguing because she’s right—and she’s usually right, because she’s a Libra and it’s in her nature to be fair and just and indisputably right—you must breathe. Then trust her tears and her words to be true.

She cares too deeply to ever inflict intentional harm.

But if you witness the flash of anger in her eyes, you must let her rage. For gentle, compassionate Libra will storm fiercely in the face of injustice. You must allow her the space to be a warrior when her heart tells her it is time to fight. You must stand beside her, admire her devotion and believe in the cause—see it for what it is, a manifestation of her heart’s deepest purpose.

Believe in her and she’ll believe in you too.

She might be cast as an introvert. She might be tagged an extrovert by those who know her best. Neither matters, as long as she feels connected to what surrounds her.

When a Libra is happy, she can take over the world. She need only be equipped with the proper music, laughter and her smile.

The trick is in keeping her there; for in that moment is an ocean of contentment that only her huge heart can appreciate. If you can keep her in the moment, you can keep her forever. But the Libra mind will drift and worry. It will linger on the wrong that cut her too deeply. She will scrutinize over the words you used, or the words that went unspoken. She’ll wonder about security and what each embrace or touch or quarrel will mean in the long-term; to love a Libra, you must gently guide her back to the now again and again and again.

Libra blossoms in the joyful now.

She believes in the goodness of people, in magic and (above all else) in happily ever after.

To love a Libra, you must believe in her for everything she is.


Especially One of You

It was a little past 11 pm when she finally reached her hotel room. Even though she was tired as hell for being shooting almost the entire day, she managed to take a shower before passing out in bed.

Before entering the shower, she checked her voice mail just to make sure she wouldn’t miss any important messages. The inbox signaled three messages, one of which she instantly knew who was from. 

“Hey. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Guess you’re still shooting. I… I, um, I just wanted to say how much I miss you. You know how much I dread doing this, it’s just so not my scene. You make things easier when you’re there with me. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say…’but David, you won’t be alone, the guys are gonna be there with you…’”. She laughed at that. His attempt at impersonating her was hilarious. She continued listening to it, her heart warm and a little tight. She missed him. “…well, newsflash, I don’t need the guys, I need my girl. It’s not the fucking same, ya know? Who am I gonna share my jacket with? Or gum? Or do improvs? I swear to God, babe, this is the last time I let you convince me to do this shit without you next to me, you got it? You know I can’t say no to you at any given day, but especially when we’re in bed and you’re doing that thing with your hand that drives me crazy and I can’t think coherently or deny you anything. You’re an evil, evil creature, G-Woman.” She heard him chuckle and it made her insides flutter. “Shit, okay, I’m rambling. I, uh, I have to go now. Just wanted you to know how much I miss you. I, um, I hope you miss me as much as I miss you. So, uh, talk to you later, then? Love you, babe.”

She smiled.

If only he knew.

If only he knew how much she fucking missed him. He clearly had no idea and she could sense a bit of insecurity behind his words. She had to constantly remind him how important he was in her life these days, especially when hours and miles were against them. 

If only he knew. 

If only he knew how it sucked to be so far away from him, not seeing him in almost a month now, after practically living together for three. They had tested the waters. And passed the test with flying colors. One more the reason it was so hard to listen to him other than feel him. On her and in her.

If only he knew.

She checked the clock on the nightstand and a quick math told her it was almost time for the guys’ panel on the Comic Con. She pulled her tablet from inside her purse and tried to get a hold of a live streaming. While waiting for it to turn on and connect, she listened to the other messages.

“Hey Gill, I’m out for the night. I ran all the errands and picked up your dry cleaning. It’s all in the closet. Piper said the boys are good, aside from fighting over a missing Lego piece, you know, the one David got them in Vancouver?Oh, speaking of, he tried to reach you earlier. You, um, you should definitely try to give him a call ASAP, he sounded a little… I don’t know, off. I dare to say a little sad, perhaps? I don’t know, just… just call him when you can, okay? By the way, the panel will be live streaming at XFiles News website, in case you manage to get back in time. Well, that’s it. See you tomorrow. Bye.”

Her PA. She didn’t know what she would do without Katie in her life. Her words worried her a little, tho. He sounded sad? Jesus. What else would it take to make him see how invested she was in him? In them? Damn David for being so thick. But fuck it. If reassurance was what he needed, reassurance was what he’d get.

Blessing the wonders of technology, she was soon greeted by the live streaming on the screen. And there he was. In all its hot and sexy glory. Damn, he looked good. But Katie was right. There was something not quite right about him. She could read him like a book. The jokes were there, together with his usual charm and sarcasm. Nothing unusual for the ordinary, outside eyes. He did put on a good front. But she could tell. He was fidgety, she could see that much. Changing positions, drinking water all the time. All those telltale signs she knew by heart. He was right. It was different when it was just them. They were usually both at ease and could handle anything thrown their way.

Without missing a beat, she grabbed her phone, logged in to her Twitter account and wrote what her heart told her to. For once she managed to keep her usual trolling out of it. She loved to yank his chains, but she needed it to be different this time. This time the message had to get across and he needed to understand it for what it was. A sincere, heartfelt declaration. Of some sort, at least.

And she was sincere. She was lying in bed. She did miss them all. The guys in her mind. But her guy in her heart.

@ill-show-you-later well, there you have it. What can I do really? They just keep giving us the adorable material for this. We simply can’t fight this feeling anymore *insert guitar solo here* lol!

No matter how many times I say to myself that she isn’t that pretty, or that I am the best you will and ever have, at the end of the day I’m still the loser who looks you up on social media to see how you’ve been, and no matter how many times I curse your entire existence and call you every single dirty thing in the book, nothing changes the fact that you will love her more - better even - than when you had loved me. Which sucks because I had loved you in every summer of my childhood days and I had always believed that we could be so much more.
—  5:50 Thoughts 

Please stop romanticizing school shooters. Troubled kids use social media. They see this content. You’re basically validating that what those boys did was the right thing to do. You’re showing other people that, if they do what they did, they’ll be remembered forever and a bunch of girls will suddenly want to fuck them.
It’s bad enough that people died but it’s worse that you’re encouraging it to happen again. What if someone you loved was in one of those classrooms? More people are going to have the misfortune of finding out what that feels if you keep this up. It’s not cool or edgy. It’s stupid and irresponsible.

11:59 - 4x18 - Episode Review

I have one rule when it comes to blogging. I only write about what I enjoy. If you’re looking for a review about Laurel Lance, positive or negative, this is not where you will find it. I will neither support or critique her departure. I just want to get over it and will not feed the fire of haters. I will focus on what I enjoyed tonight – an amazing performance by the men of the show, the poignant relationship between Oliver and John and the light brought by Felicity at the end of the episode.  


It’s difficult to forget how tense Oliver and Diggle’s relationship was at the beginning of the season. The rift between the two brothers was bigger than ever and their differences seemed back then insurmountable.

However, love and trust, gained one day at a time, brought them back together, closer than ever. By helping John’s brother to break free from HIVE, Oliver earned John’s respect and reestablished the dialogue between them.

John have been nothing but supportive when Felicity and Oliver broke up, providing Oliver with wise advice and the temperance he needed in such a complicated environment. John never judged Oliver for having a kid, for lying to Felicity and didn’t pick a side during this difficult time for our favorite couple. He was the older brother Oliver needed.

Tonight, their relationship has once more been jeopardized, shaken to the point of no return…or almost. Once more, it’s all about love and trust. Out of love for Andy, John chose to trust him blindly, trust to see in him the man he had always wanted to see. He chose to see in his brother’s actions a chance of redemption, a chance to prove John right once and for all.

Oliver, despite learning the hard way that only relying on himself can have disastrous consequences, chose to trust the man he used to be back on the island. The man he still believes he is. The man who sees darkness everywhere and acts consequently.

Oliver chose torture. This Oliver has been hiding for months, buried under his hopes of light and heroism, his hope to be a better man. Deprived from his light – Felicity – Oliver goes back to his default mode – what Felicity predicted, what Felicity knew in her heart. Worse that choosing torture, Oliver decided to ignore Diggle’s conviction and to inflict pain to Diggle’s blood brother.

Oliver – even if ultimately right – betrayed the trust that Diggle placed in him. The faith that Oliver could be a better man, that he could change, that he could be trusted, that he could listen to others and rely on them.

This entire exchange is motivated by nothing but anger and disappointment. John’s words are harsh and some of them are unjustified. The wisdom and calm that is usually his escape him. Once more, Oliver and John reverse roles. Oliver doesn’t believe people can come back to the darkness – as he cannot follow the light without Felicity – when John now wants to believe in second chances – and saving his brother. Their recent experiences cloud both their judgment. Oliver is wrong and so is John.

John’s words are nowhere near easy to hear. He willingly aims for Oliver’s heart, for Oliver’s weakness – his love for Felicity. If I truly believe that John is in the wrong here, there’s a slight truth in here. Oliver has always doubted himself, focusing on what was broken and dark in him instead of building a strong and anew Oliver. He relied on Felicity, Thea and John to bring the best out of him, to show him the way, without trusting himself to get there by himself, always doubting his own strength. Felicity didn’t break up with Oliver because of his self-pity. She broke up with him because he didn’t believe he could be a better version of his Island self.

Truth or not, the bond between the two men is weakened, the communication suspended.

True love is not the exclusivity of lovers. True friendship, brotherhood, relies on a love that is as strong as the one uniting a couple. Despite their differences, Oliver and Diggle are united by true love. A love that is stronger than a fight, than differences of opinion, even stronger than betrayal and disappointment.

The pain in John’s eyes is enough to erase their grudge and move on from the anger. Oliver doesn’t need to forgive John for his words. He knows what John would do anything to protect a brother and he cannot blame him for wanting to see the best in people.

John’s guilt eats him from within and there’s nothing that Oliver can do to change this. Diggle has always fought for the better good. He believes in doing the right thing, in integrity, in protecting people. He is a white Knight. His choice to believe in his brother more than his partner cost his friend’s life and a prison escape, which means more lives. Tonight, John has been betrayed by his own conviction.

With John shaken to his very core and an Oliver who lost one of his closest friends, the brothers will have to believe in each other and complete each other more than ever to remain themselves, to fight for what is right, without losing themselves. This is what is at stakes here. Integrity and identity.


I’ve never hidden the fact that Felicity is my favorite character on the show. Naturally, I found this episode less convincing because of her absence. Arrow desperately needs her presence to lift the atmosphere and lightened up the mood. Felicity is not only Oliver’s light. She is mine too on Arrow.

This episode is pivotal for the rest of the season. It gives us an idea of what the challenges and atmosphere will be for the last episodes. It’s with an immense relief that we welcome Felicity back.

No matter the status of their relationship, Felicity is here for the ones she loves. When she sees Oliver, neither of them can fight their need to touch each other, to find relief, warmth and love in a simple embrace. Oliver’s face finds his rightful place in the crook of her neck, the need of her overwhelming him. He gathers a much needed strength in a few seconds in her arms. This is the Olicity we love. Small stolen moments. Seconds of love and partnership.

If John will need his team to maintain him in the right path, Oliver will need Felicity to believe in himself again. He will have to work on himself, by himself, finding in him the better man he can be, the man who will help John to remain his perpetual inspiring self.

There will be no Oliver, no Felicity and no John without Team Arrow. They will have to be themselves, to find themselves to defeat the evil without losing a part of their souls. They will succeed if they can find strength in their partners.


Paul Blackthorne, Stephen Amell and David Ramsey have been absolutely fantastic tonight. No matter what our personal opinion is of Laurel Lance, the actors put their hearts, their guts, their conviction and all their emotions into that final scene. Their love for the Black Canary, for the friend, for the partner, for the daughter transcends our screen and reaches our heart.

David’s tears are the proof that his talent is still underutilized on Arrow. I wish nothing but to see John struggle between Good and Evil, simply for the treat that this performance from Ramsey will be. 

Paul Blackthorne never fails to reinvent himself over and over again. His fragility is heartbreaking and his role will without a doubt become wider as both his daughters are now gone. (Who knows when Sara will be back and if for good).

Stephen Amell delivered once more a strong performance. I usually struggle with the Laurel/Oliver dynamic and the way they play them but tonight, the loss in his eyes, the pain of seeing her gone and the sincerity of his emotions helped making this sequence all the more pivotal for the rest of the show.

The episode in 3 weeks will not be my favorite episode for sure but the character development will help us understand where the characters will head… for better or for worse.


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anonymous asked:

is there a lot of islamophobia in australia?

There is definitely Islamophobia. Anti-Halal protestors making the news (although tbh they’re so ridiculous that they’re funny), people you encounter in public, police “raids” in Melbourne that the media jumps on in a manner which just further perpetuates hatred and inspires fear. If Muslims make the news, immediately after you’ll see a series of violent and hateful crimes, usually against Muslim/Hijabi women. General negativity surrounding Muslims and Islam can be found in the Australian media. Is there a lot of it? I don’t really know what counts as a lot. I just know it exists and it’s terrible that it does. 

One of the strangest things is the act of creation.

You are faced with a blank slate—a page, a canvas, a block of stone or wood, a silent musical instrument.

You then look inside yourself. You pull and tug and squeeze and fish around for slippery raw shapeless things that swim like fish made of cloud vapor and fill you with living clamor. You latch onto something. And you bring it forth out of your head like Zeus giving birth to Athena.

And as it comes out, it takes shape and tangible form.

It drips on the canvas, and slides through your pen, it springs forth and resonates into the musical strings, and slips along the edge of the sculptor’s tool onto the surface of the wood or marble.

You have given it cohesion. You have brought forth something ordered and beautiful out of nothing.

You have glimpsed the divine.

—  Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
A couple words on the 1dff community...

In typical Kath fashion, I’m going to throw some psychology at all of you:

In positive psychology, there are two schools of happiness and well-being theory – hedonia which defines happiness as ‘feeling pleasure’ and eudaimonia which defines happiness as ‘living well’. Ryan and Deci did an examination of eudaimonia through the lens of self-determination theory (a theory about intrinsic motivation), and found that eudaimonic happiness is dictated by three things: the need for autonomy, the need for competence, and the need for relatedness, “feeling connected to and cared about by others”. 

I’m sure you’re all like, “Kath, shut up and get to the point”, so what does this essentially boil down to? To be happy, we need to feel connected to people, to feel like we belong.

That’s what makes a fic community like ours so important – connectedness. We could all be sitting alone, writing up a novel that might one day be published in complete and utter solitude (what a concept, writing for money, wouldn’t that be wonderful…), but we’re not. And I can’t speak for anyone else but the reason why I write fic and post it on a public forum like this is because it fosters a connection with every single person who reads it and gives me feedback, the kind of connection that can be hard to find offline especially if you’re an introvert like me.

(that’s why feedback is so important but that’s an issue for another post)

We all started here because of a shared love of one direction; I think it’s safe to say we stay for the people. I have never met a group of people so warm and open and accepting, so friendly and welcoming, so supportive and encouraging, so talented and wise and outspoken and emotional and everything in between. I have made so many friends through my writing that I wouldn’t have made otherwise, fostered connections that have gotten me through some of the toughest times I’ve had over the last few years. I am the person I am today because of all of you, my fellow writers, the readers who have stuck with me from the first chapters of my now deleted first fic, every single person I have ever had the pleasure of speaking to since I first started posting fic. I owe all of you the world and I don’t think a simple thank you would ever suffice, but here it is:

thank you. you have all filled my need for relatedness. I am much (eudaimonically) happier for having met all of you.

there’s a couple of people I’d really like to thank:

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