you're not allowed to not like him i won't allow it

  • Draco: No, no, no and no!
  • Astoria: You're overreacting darling...
  • Draco: I won't allow that THING in my house! Bring it back!
  • Astoria: But Scorpius really likes it and he's allowed to take it with him to Hogwarts so you won't see it most of the time anyway.
  • Draco: Why couldn't it be a snake or an owl or even a cat - anything would be better! Why has it to be a ferret and a white one on top of this?
  • Astoria: (smirks) Maybe he wants something to remember his father by?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking prompts and if you aren't you can totally ignore this. But you said in one of your tags that you need to write smut so how about Oliver not being allowed to touch. Maybe at the foundry or work or something and felicity gives into the sex but she won't let him use his hands.

[somebody sent this to me aaaaaaages ago and I ended up writing it with rosietwiggs in mind. it was going to be a lot longer, but it took me forever to write/finish so i decided this worked too. literally pure smut, so, enjoy!]

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Don’t get her wrong. There were few things that Felicity liked more than Oliver’s hands. He was a tactile person. Always touching, reaching, gripping. She could watch the flex of his fingers for hours; how they straightened and curled and plucked at the taught string of his bow. She had long memorized how they felt on her skin, the callused pads of his fingertips dragging down her arms or skimming along the slope of her stomach. She knew, with pinpoint accuracy, where every scar was on his hands, she knew the paths each vein took, and the intersecting lines of his palm. Felicity loved his hands. She loved the way they fit around hers, how his fingers slotted between her own, how he pressed his palm into hers as if expecting it to mold and fit to his like a puzzle piece it’d been searching for and finally found.

Oliver liked to touch her. That was evidenced in how his hand always found an elbow or a shoulder or the small of her back as soon as she was within reach. And those little touches were nice, they kept her grounded. The heavy touches though… He liked to take his time, to touch everything, every part of her as reverently as if it were the first time. And she loved that. She loved how lost she could get in the way he mapped out her body, that furrow in his brows, that determined set to his mouth as he found new ways to make her feel appreciated. As he found new spots that made her squirm and laugh and beg him to fuck her.

He always got her to beg.

Now it was her turn.

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The signs as things my science teacher has said
  • Aries: "This room is so echoe-y because under the floor here I buried the skulls of children who waste my time"
  • Taurus: "NO food of ANY KIND, no matter WHO YOU ARE, is allowed in this room" he says as he shoves a handful of chips in his mouth
  • Gemini: "The best way to steal children from the park is to steal the one farthest from it's mother"
  • Cancer: "Water bottles are a girls enemy"
  • Leo: "I'm a god so I don't know why I'm here"
  • Virgo: Student: I need to use the bathroom "I mean...there's a trashcan over there"
  • Libra: Student: Can we hug you? "I don't think I'm legally allowed to do that"
  • Scorpio: "Since I'm a teacher I'm poor so I make most of my money by stealing shoes from children and selling them. Mostly my students who won't take their shoes off my desks."
  • Sagittarius: "Don't joke about making meth. Because I'll think you're also a drug dealer and you're here to steal me turf."
  • Capricorn: "So like there's a student in the science closet here his name is Jimmy and I let him out at night to eat the cockroaches"
  • Aquarius: "You think water is forgiving and nice, but it's not. Because of surface tension, if you fell from maybe say, a very tall bridge, your stomach is going to split open when you fall. Water hates you. It doesn't love you."
  • Pisces: "On a very personal level, I hate fish"
submissive full smut {calum}

*request*

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it was no secret whatsoever that you and calum were physical. the two of you were always getting jabs from your friends about you’re over the top PDA. it was also no secret that he was definitely the more dominant one in your relationship; always giving you those punishing looks and mouthing what he would do if you misbehaved right in front of your friends, who of course knew almost all the kinky details of your sex life anyway.

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currently though, he was -to be frank- pissing you off. all day he had been talking about a threesome with your best friend who was undeniably hotter than you by your standards. there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t do sexually, but sharing calum was out of the question. after you shot down his requests and offers, he continued to talk about how hot she was, which sent you over the edge. at this point you’re almost fuming.

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‘calum,’ you speak with gritted teeth, 'bedroom. now’

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if he couldn’t take no for an answer he was going to have to be convinced he didn’t even want it anymore. of course, being calum, he hops up from the couch, adding some playful comments about you being a good girl before heading off down the hall, obviously thinking he was going to be in charge tonight. oh how wrong he was.

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five minutes later you’re walking into the bedroom with a purpose, opening your dresser as he lays on the bed watching you carefully. you dig around for a piece of lingerie he had yet to see since you bought it. calum liked to see you innocent, which meant lots of simple bra and underwear sets in white lace and pastels, with an occasional thong, but months ago you had bought a black and red lace corset with matching underwear, suspenders and stockings included on a whim, convinced you would never get the chance to wear them.

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'baby, what’s that' 

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you can hear the bed creak as he kneels up to see what you’re holding. you ignore his comments and slip into the bathroom, locking the door. just as you predicted, minutes later he’s attempting to get in.

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'c'mon babe, what are you doing’

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you pout in the mirror, clipping your last suspender onto your stockings and running your fingers through your hair, trying to get it as tousled as possible.

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'calum’ you whine. 'go get a chair from the dining room and bring it in here’

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'sounds kinky’ he retorts, but you can hear his footsteps leaving the premises, returning only moments after.

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'i got it babe’

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you smirk to yourself, finally unlocking the door and turning the handle. the second calum looked at you his pupils dilate before becoming blown with both lust and surprise.

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'when did you get that?’

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'a while ago’

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you shake it off, focused on one goal.

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'sit down,’ you command sternly and although calum is one to joke around and be stubborn, he must hear the tone in your voice because he quickly sits down in the chair, gulping.

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'what’s this ab-’

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'shut up’

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you attempt to keep a straight face at his confusion and possibly fear, but can’t help the hint of the smirk that surfaces. turning around, you slowly step to calum’s dresser, digging around until you find an old silky gray tie that he has maybe worn once. many questions are leaving calums mouth, although each one is ignored as you pull his shirt over his head and his maroon beanie over his eyes. immediately, his hands move to the edge to lift it back up but you’re quicker, grabbing his wrists and straddling him, pushing them behind the chair as you occupy him with a kiss and attempt to tie them as strong as possible with the silver garment.

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'did, uh, did you just tie my hands?’

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at this point, he’s beginning to sound nervous, the devious look on your face growing with every hesitation he makes. 

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'you made me very mad today calum’

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he starts to groan, but you cut him off, squishing his cheeks.

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'no talking. it’s my turn.’

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he nods blindly, and you continue to give the low down, explaining that the reason you’re upset is because he wouldn’t shut up about your best friend.

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'i don’t like that calum. you’re mine and mine only. did you hear me? what did i say?’

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he swallows, his breaths getting shallow.

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'I’m yours and yours only baby girl.’

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the name makes your stomach churn.

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'i’m making sure you know your mine tonight, okay?’

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'o-okay’

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you kneel in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans.

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'up’

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immediately his hips are up, allowing you to slide both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, leaving him completely naked. he’s already completely hard, making you giggle as you run your nails up and down his bare thighs. he squirms, his feet sliding around on the hardwood.

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'feet flat on the ground,’ you growl, and he is stiff again.

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the sound of your fingertips going over his skin is deafening in the completely silent room. that is, until you begin to hear whimpers fall from calum’s lips. each sound hits you to the core.

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'please’ he strains, his head tilting back and lips quivering.

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if you were being honest, you’re enjoying this way more than you thought you would.

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'please what?’

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you cock an eyebrow as he closes his mouth and clenches his jaw.

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'touch me’

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'where? where do you want to be touched?’

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'my cock baby, please’

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'there?’ you question as you wrap your hand around him and he presses his hips upward.

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'mhmm’

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calum’s a pile of wax in your hands right now, whimpering and begging you to continue, which you accommodate to.

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'your mouth,’ he gasps, 'need to feel your mouth around me’

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soon enough your lips are coming in contact with the head, your tongue pressing flatly against the bottom before swirling around the the top. a couple profanities are breathed out, barely audible.

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'please baby, you gotta let me see-’

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he’s cut off, taking a sharp breath as you allow more of him down your throat.

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'see you’

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you release him at once. 

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'ah ah ah, not yet.’

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you continue to give him head, until by the tension in his thighs and the sloppiness of his moans you can tell he is close. you stand and he tugs at his restraints.

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'no, no baby don’t do that to me’

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you can’t help but let out a small giggle, and you can tell he’s getting desperate.

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'please, i’ll-’ he pauses, thinking.

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'i promise i’ll be good baby girl, just please finish me off. i’ll never talk of threesomes again and i’ll make you feel so fucking good afterwards, please’

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the thought of him touching you makes you ache, almost enough to release him from everything and allow /him/ to fuck /you/. almost. you unclip your stockings, ignoring him as he continues to plead and pull down your underwear, calmly stepping back over to him and finally folding the beanie back up and freeing his eyes. immediately he takes note of your lack of bottoms, licking his lips with furrowed eyebrows.

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'are you still close?’ you inquire to which he nods.

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you pout at him.

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'so that means you won’t be able to last long enough to fuck me’

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he blows air from his cheeks, the thought obviously troubling him.

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'i don’t think so, no’

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you turn around, crouching to get your discarded apparel.

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'wait, baby what are you doing.’

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'if you can’t last what’s the point?’

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you can tell he’s getting antsy. you start to step into the red lace when he speaks again.

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'i’ll hold it in, i promise’

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you stop, letting them fall to the floor, before straddling his thighs.

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'if you come before i do, i’m not untying you. do i make myself clear?' 

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your teeth are grit and directly next to his ear, to which he releases a shaky breath.

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'crystal.’

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your arms find there way to his shoulders as support, lowering yourself onto him and suppressing a moan. calum does not suppress his. he lifts his hips to meet you halfway, causing you to glare at him.

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'hips down.’

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he groans in protest, but obliges, throwing his head back as you slide the whole way down, wincing at the feeling you’ll never quite get used to. you take advantage of his bare neck, attaching your lips to the skin there as you roll your hips around. 

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'please don’t. you’re making it.. you’re making it too hard.’

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'too bad’

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you kiss up his jaw as you begin to ride him fully.

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'fuck, babygirl.’

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he’s speaking through his teeth as he pulls harder on the tie around his wrists.

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'i wanna touch you so bad. you gotta let me touch you.’

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he’s never known the affect his words have on you, and just that simple line notches you closer to your orgasm. you have to hand it to calum, he’s really holding in there, although from the groans and almost pained breaths you can tell it’s really /really/ hard for him. you can’t see his hands right now, but your sure he’s white knuckling it as he screws his eyes shut. his chest is moving at an unbelievable pace while you bounce up and down on him and he’s moaning a bunch of different phrases from 'oh god’ to 'please’ to your name.

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eventually, you can’t take it anymore, digging your teeth into the skin on his shoulder you had previously been kissing as you reach your peak, shaking almost violently. not even seconds after he realizes that you’ve came, calum does and he honest to god literally, lets out a quick scream and then he’s almost collapsed into as much of a slump as you can being on a chair with a girl on top of you, sputtering curse words and other inaudible things. he bites down on his lower lip, shaking his head at you.

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'was that better than you could get from any other girl?’

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he nods, defeated.

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'who’s are you again?’

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'yours, all yours.’

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you let out a 'hmmph’ of satisfaction before standing up and stepping to the back  of the chair with wobbling legs, difficultly untying the silk thats holding calum back. he pulls his arms in front of him, stretching out, before crawling completely naked straight onto the bed face down. he turns his head as you unclasp the front of the corset and roll next to him, staring into his eyes.

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'that was, quite possibly the best sex we’ve ever had. i like you when you’re angry. but frankly, you’ve really got it coming tomorrow. just watch.’

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garina  asked:

If you're still doing these: " DJ nodded. “I won't.” His eyes dropped from hers. “I'm sorry,” he said. His fingers flicked against the hem of his shirt, tugging and releasing, odd little flickers of movement, but his voice was steady. “I... Help.” He looked up, a faint smile crossing his face. “I've always helped. I forget. Not everyone wants. To be helped. Or wants my help.” " This whole section with Lucy, because her part is fantastic as well, but this especially :)

DJ is, at his heart, literally a helper bot.

That is what Dummy was created for.  To help Tony with his work.  This is what he has known, from the moment he was first activated.  His help might be awkward often not as helpful as he’d like it to be, but his entire being is structured on wanting to do this thing, to be useful, to be helpful, to FURTHER THE CAUSE OF THE CURRENT PROJECT.

More than a little of that carries over to him being a child.

He’s a very helpful child, really.  We see it most often with Steve, who understands that DJ needs clear, concise requests, and functions best when he’s given a sense of time and schedule.  He flourishes when he’s given something he can do, under a set of guidelines that help him put the request in perspective.

“You can finish your drawing for the next fifteen minutes.  Then you need to put your pencils away, and you can help me set the table.  Dinner is at five.  We need to be done by then.”

As DJ gets older, he can set his own limits, make his own schedule, and we see Tony asking him why his work isn’t done, and DJ assuring him that it will be done.  It does get done. DJ has gotten to the point where he can process and control how long it takes him to do things, and that control is very important to his growth.

But at his heart, DJ still wants to help.  He NEEDS to help.  And in this, in this one thing, he is incredibly spoiled.  His family has allowed him to help, they have appreciated his efforts and encouraged him to be involved in their lives.  He’s coddled and humored and he is spoiled rotten. 

So it was important, to me, that he acknowledge that Lucy might not always want his help.  And if she didn’t want it, it was her right to decline it.  There is a lot of social pressure, especially on females, to allow others to ‘help’ them, even if they do not want or need that help.  Especially if the help is well meant, women are pressured to accept, or being labeled as rude or mean or ungrateful.

DJ needs to help, but that’s not Lucy’s problem.  Lucy, as she chooses to be friends with DJ, comes to understand DJ’s desire to be useful, and accept it.  DJ, on the other hand, has to accept that Lucy has control over her work and her life, and respecting her means respecting her limits and sometimes, not being able to do the things he wants to do.

This is DJ, putting someone else’s needs ahead of his.  And that’s very important for him. 8)

It's Good To Be Bad (Chapter 1)

TITLE: It’s Good To Be Bad

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: leavetherestunspoken

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU, Gangster Tom

GENRE: Romance, Drama, Crime 

FIC SUMMARY: Tom is the founder/boss of a gang called The Dirty Dawgs. But what happens when he falls for his newest member?

RATING: M

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I’ve been dying to write a gangster sort of story for ageeeees. Finally after the whole Jaguar, villain, Tom stuff, I’ve had lots of inspiration! Sorry that this chapter is a little jumpy, it’s just getting to know the characters and a little background info first! :) x

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Kelly had just finished touching up her make up when her cousin, John, shouted on her from the living room to hurry up. She rolled her eyes as she quickly put on her lipstick. She was looking forward to going out for dinner with him and then going for a few quiet drinks to celebrate her 30th. But it was also to celebrate her 2nd year of being in The Dirty Dawgs gang.

Since joining the gang her life had been anything but quiet. But she wouldn’t change it for the world. The Dirty Dawgs were her family, she would do anything for them. Even The Boss. Whom she had only ever met once. But due to circumstances, she had never met him properly. So she just went by the things she was told of him. 

All she knew about The Boss, or otherwise known as Mr Hiddleston, was that he never liked getting his hands dirty. But he was the mastermind of the whole thing. Kept the whole gang in money, made sure everyone had a roof over their head. He was very good to his gang. She had also heard from one of the few girls that he was very handsome. Not many of the gang saw him regularly though. He was a dark horse in Kelly’s eyes. But she owed him her life.

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