you know she had to be first

anonymous asked:

emmie sent me a message a few weeks ago saying she had to unfollow me bc i reblogged from waitingforthatday. she accused them of being a pedophile and said that she could not follow someone who reblogs from that person. i was like what in the world???waitingforthatday never accused harry of that at ALL!! why is she like this

This is so fucked up. Anyone who knows annie knows she would never, EVER say anything like that.

You’re not the first person who emmie’s sent messages like that (annie gave me permission to publish this because she knows emmie has been trying to smear her behind her back like this for months).

The is like McCarthyism on steroids and it needs to stop.

Day 15 - Lapdances - Pidgance (aged up)

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“WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Lance yelled over the pounding music of the club. In front of him Pidge swayed, completely out of time to the music.

“WHAT?” She yelled back, drink sloshing slightly.


“WHAT?” Pidge yelled again, stumbling in closer to him. She was clearly wasted, but that wasn’t surprising considering it was her first time drinking alcohol…probably. Shiro had done a good job of keeping her away from the stuff until she was of legal earth age, but Pidge was nothing if not smart and sneaky.

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Nothing Embarrassing About It (Harry x Childhoodfriend!Reader)

Prompt: a Kingsman meeting an old childhood friend on a mission or something.

Note: It’s dooooone, I made it to my deadline. And bigger than expected. It’s sadly not as good as I’d hoped, but all all I can bring up now. So, hope you can still enjoy it. Usual warning, not my first language, don’t have a beta, blah, you all know the risk of continuing. 

Third and last childhood friend story :) Eggsy is here and Merlin here

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I want you guys to see my baby girl Claire Mcthunder Cloud. Left pic is the night I first got her. She was really under weight and covered fleas as well as had worms. Now she is at a proper weight her fur has grown back and she is living a much happier life. There is only a one year difference between these pictures and to know she is happier and healthier now makes me so happy.

Rafa x reader teaser!

Two years. How had it already been two years since you’d started dating Rafa? It seemed like yesterday that you’d anxiously held up outfits in front of your mirror as you got dressed for your first date with Rafael, agonizing over which one he would like better. You thought back to that night and smiled wistfully ad your best friend’s voice echoed in your memory, just as clearly as it had been on that day.

“(Y/N), it’s gonna be fine. Rafa knows you already, and we both know he’s into you. He’s gonna love whatever you wear,” your best friend said as she sat on the edge of your bed.

“I know, I know, but I still wanna look nice but not like I’m trying too hard…” you mused.

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #165

This conversation was inspired by @thedeadflag​‘s wonderful fic Head First. (Go check it out!)


I can just see Santana, whenever she buys a new bowl, bringing it to Rachel and saying something like, “Which side’s left?” And every time, Rachel just asks her, hasn’t she learned yet? To which Santana only shrugs, “I don’t have the patience to figure it out, babe, you know that,” complete with a wink and sliding her arm around Rachel to pull her in.


absolutely. Rachel will puff up her cheeks a bit, mark which side is left, and quietly grouse about how it’s so obvious, and Santana will just kiss her head and hum along in affirmation, having long since given up on understanding the convoluted logic. 

She once thought you’d look at the bottom and use the distributor/copyright text as a sort of compass, flipping the bowl over and using that to determine which was left. She’d been a little pleased with herself in figuring it out. 

It was, of course, not at all correct according to Rachel.


Santana actually had to go out and buy a new, same replica and everything, bowl because having thought she’d figured it out, she’d drawn a line exactly as Rachel had and presented it to her… Only for Rachel to gasp in pure dismay. She’d grumbled and groused the whole time, finding the LAST GODDAMN BOWL in the whole city, but no one can ever say she doesn’t romance her hobbit.


And even though Rachel can’t understand how Santana can’t see which side of the bowl is the left side, she does love that Santana tries for her, and even after giving up on figuring it out, she doesn’t tease her or make fun of her for it like, say, Kurt, who practically had an aneurysm when he learned about the bowl superstition

And sometimes, if Santana’s been away visiting her family for a while, she’ll spruce up/re-arrange the apartment in a few ways and give Santana an excuse to rummage, hiding a few things in there, often with sticky notes with some of her favourite lyrics on it. Because she still doesn’t understand the impulse to snoop, she gets that it’s just something Santana does, and enjoys, so she’ll entertain her…so long as Santana cleans up after herself


Yes. Definitely. And, hah! Yes. And god, the almost childlike glee Santana gets when she finds something, it’s almost like a scavenger hunt for her.


Absolutely! Rachel may not completely understand Santana in their early years together, but she knows a few things about Santana’s quirks. 

(1) She loves shiny things. 

(2) She likes finding new things, and salvaging old things others discarded. 

(3) She likes messing with people for fun. 

It didn’t take long for her to combine that with how loud and aggressive Santana can be, and internally compare her to a raven/crow, but she didn’t dare vocalize it until Quinn pointed it out one Christmas.


Ohhh no. Rachel had to deal with an angry, loud, at times weepy and defensive drunk on spiked eggnog Santana for at LEAST an hour after that.

Weepy and defensive went hand in hand, not two separate things, mind you.


Drunken weepy defensive Santana bursting out into song to prove she doesn’t sound like a crow to try and disprove it, but she keeps getting distracted by all the tinsel on the xmas tree, and then it’s just a feedback loop


Rachel finally pushes Santana down onto the couch and plops herself heavily on her lap. Partly to keep her down, partly to help distract her, and partly to be able to kiss Santana whenever she sings something incredibly romantic or well.

She also ends up singing with her.


for sure! Rachel can never pass up the opportunity for a good duet


Kurt gives a sulking Quinn an amused, dry look. “That what you intended to happen?" 

Quinn rolls her eyes and grumbles, "accidentally” hitting Kurt with her elbow.


just for that whole debacle, Santana insists on buying Quinn four boxes of pink hair dye and a twelve pack of fishnets for her next birthday


XD Knowing her girlfriend, Rachel hadn’t even tried to talk her out of it. She just made sure her present was something useful.


Rachel acknowledges that spite can power Santana at times, and just…personally vows to try and balance the effects of that out when the opportunity arises :P 

She also gives Santana one of her rail passes so the two of them can get together in New Haven and hash things out. She swears one cheek of Santana’s is a tiny bit swollen when she returns, but San’s all smiles and harmless snark again, so she figures it’s just her imagination


Yes. It’s kind of like, for her peace of mind, she willfully ignores it. And that night, while they’re resting in each other’s arms, talking about Santana’s visit, Rachel leans in and kisses Santana’s neck, making her shiver. “I’m proud of you,” she chirps, “Going to see Quinn. That was a rather mature decision for you - and Quinn - to make." 

And of course Santana just snarks something about how Quinn could have maturity bite her in the ass and her lizard baby would STILL have more maturity than her. …But she’s glad she went, too. And she’ll make up Rachel’s pass.


haha absolutely


Aria Bloom: I don’t believe that. Ya know,I’ve been playing piano for years but I’d like to pick up another instrument too some day. Who did you learn guitar from?

Kivan: I’m self taught.

Aria Bloom: Really?! That’s amazing!

Kivan: *shrugs* If you say so…

Aria Bloom: You don’t have to be so humble…you really are extremely talented.

Kivan just smirked again and Aria felt herself blush. She had spent the past few moments gushing about his guitar skills but now she was getting her first real look at him. He was really cute…

anonymous asked:

44 for the meme thing. She ship is up to you

Alright, here’s the first one. This one is more Platonic!Cleon and hope it’s good enough for you my friendly anon. [heartsign]

“I’m not that flexible!”

Claire grunted as she stretched her leg in the air, trying to straighten it as much as possible. She would admit that she wasn’t in the best of shape anymore, her job didn’t require it so she didn’t care. After coming home from Sushestvovanie Island and from the hospital she was sore from the amount of running she had to do.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Red.” Leon scratched the back of his head, watching the redhead lay on the floor with her leg in the air. “I mean, I can stretch your leg but I’m more scared of hurting you then anything.” She looked over at him, stretching her leg a little more to reach him. He grabbed ahold of her foot lightly, staring at her face. “Straighten your leg as much as you can.”

“I already am, Pretty Boy.” She winced as Leon pushed her knee in more. Glaring at Leon, she continued to speak. “Okay maybe I wasn’t.”

Leon let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He pushed her leg towards her body very slowly. “It’s probably gonna hurt for awhile afterwards, but it’s really stretching your entire leg. I promise it’ll help you in the long run.”

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t even mention running.” She watched him slowly lay her leg back on the ground.

He held out his arms toward her left leg. “Other leg, please.” Claire lifted her leg into Leon’s hands, repeating the process. “Anything else hurt?”

“My back but that’s for numerous reasons.”

Leon scoffed, thinking back to the Eastern Slav Republic and the pillar he slammed into back first. “Yeah, your back hurts.” He held out his hand to help her up in which she accepted. Giving her hand a soft squeeze before letting go.

“So,” She plopped down on the couch behind her. “What’s for dinner?” Claire gave him a smile she knew he couldn’t resist to say “no” to.

He looked at her for a moment before speaking. “Did I say you can stay for dinner?”

“Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t.” She continued to smile.

He let out a small sigh before smiling himself. “Whatever you want, then.”

anonymous asked:

i 100% don't think joe is using taylor for her money, and i know taylor is smart enough to figure out when people are using her. but what songs reference that?

well first of all there’s IDSB’s “if he spends my change then he had it coming” which implies that people in the past HAVE spent her coins and she’s been mad but then in KOMH she says “the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” and “say you fancy me, not fancy stuff” which are two examples

anonymous asked:

I want to come out, but my parents are Roman Catholics and have openly spoken about homosexuality being wrong. I don’t feel myself. I never have and I didn’t know why until I met her. She was the first girl I had ever felt love for.

i’m sorry honey :( tbh if you aren’t in a situation where you’re safe to come out then i would advise against it. your safety is more important than anything and it’s important to remember that even if you aren’t out you aren’t living a lie. you are who you are despite who knows it and nothing will ever change that. and if you want, you can always come out to your internet mom (me!!) <3


“Proposal: Cease combat, fighting her at this rate would be irrational–”

“Pod 153, I order you to halt all logical thought and speech. This order… shall remain in effect until you confirm the death of either myself or unit A2.”


He looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken. “Harry,” she said timidly, “Don’t you see? This… This is exactly why we need you … We need to know what it’s r-really like… Facing him … Facing V… Voldemort.” It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort’s name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry.

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Ok I just noticed something ELSE about the mileven reunion

Dustin and Lucas.

So most likely Mike wasn’t letting his friends in on his emotional turmoil. Obviously they knew he was upset about Eleven, but I don’t imagine he was having heart to hearts with them about the specifics his feelings.

Even looking at the scene in episode 2 when he talks to Will about it. You really get the impression that that was the first time he ever really talked about how he was feeling to anyone.

Probably a big part was that he thought he was crazy for still believing she was alive. They all saw her disintigrate. He didn’t want his friends to know how torn up he was. He couldn’t bear to hear them tell him that she was gone. So he didn’t talk about it with them.

So when she comes back and Mike runs to her, holds her like she’s his lifeline, practically in tears, Lucas and Dustin are just standing there, slackjawed. They had no idea. They knew that he had been crushing on her before she disappeared, but this is no crush. This is something deeper.

And suddenly the whole past year makes sense. They understand why he had been kind of a jerk over the last year, and finally, they don’t blame him.

You know what I love about Sansa? After all the horrific abuses she suffered from a young age and onward, she is still the first to hug people.



Bran (yeah I know she kinda had to in this situation)


After everything she’s suffered she still is open and loving and engages in physical contact. It takes so much strength to do that. I love her so much and I will defend her until the day I die!

Dua Request

So there was this rlly amazing sister that would always end up in the prayer room at the same time as me. She would always pull treats out of her bag and wouldn’t let you leave without sharing some with her because she wanted to reward of sharing and eating together. She was honestly one of the kindest and warm people I have ever met in my life.

I didn’t see her for a while so I figured she left or moved or something… But one day a close friend if hers stopped me on my way to class and told me she had passed away. She didn’t have any family and lived alone… So can you guys do me a huge favour and pray for her? Her name was Maryam

(You can reblog this but read the tags!)

Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 


 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.


The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.


This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.


This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.


The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”


When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!


 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?


The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.


This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.


Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.


Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.


I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.


This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…


Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

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Don’t Freak II

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader



Y/N sniffled as they continued to walk down the dark, tree lined road they had been on for the last hour. Steve looked over to her.

“Are you still crying?”

No,” Y/N huffed.

“I mean, it’s fine if you are,” Steve tried to say nonchalantly.

“I know that,” She bit back a little too aggressively.

“I wouldn’t think any less of you for crying,”

“I’m not crying, Steve!” He held his arms up in surrender.

“I’m just saying,”

“Don’t you ever get tired of ‘just saying’?” She turned the upper half of her body towards him, but kept walking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of shooting everything down?” Steve did the same.

“Don’t start,” Y/N pointed at him.

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