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graciepasty · 2 months

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Charlie Dalton/Nuwanda. Dead Poets Society (1989).

ily @h3x-ed ! im not using ur request cuz it messes with my format :( but p.s.a this girly is my number one fan !

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starlightseraph · 6 months

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“he’s literally me”

no, he’s literally a scrawny middle-aged white man and probably british.

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neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies · 7 days

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No one

Absolutely no one-

My brain whispering to me during the ungodly hours of night in the voice of a homosexual suicidal twink with daddy issues-

"Gentlemen what are the four pillars? "

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #that scene was so gay #how was your summer slick #KEEN #Nuwanda - what could you possibly mean by keen #lets not forget to honour the four pillars tho -#travesty #horror #decadence #excrement #* cue meeeks clapping *

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toastybugguy · 2 years

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What beautiful luck to call him mine.

wake up Anderperry nation your beloveds are feeling joyful and euphoric!!! wake up!!!! hey!!!!!!

#theyre so. thEYRE SOOOOOHUHUEUHEUHEUEUEUUHH…….#my heart is soft and full #your honour they're in love #and in college and happy #OH BLESSED BE #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #dead poets society #dps #dps fanart #neil and todd #toastytag

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shiasssssf · 5 months

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neillll

I just watched the dead poets society for the first time. It broke me. Broke.

As I started watching I realised how similar I was to Neil and I kept relating and laughing with him. My school is very similar to what wheaton was. My horror when Neil died I'm still so broken. None of yall warned me. None.

#dead poets society #WHY #WHY NEIL WHY #You could've run away #Neil you dumabss #Dead poets #A dead poets honour Neil perry #Neil perr #Neil perry #Todd Anderson #Netflix

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cupids-fiction · 1 year

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Dead Poets Banner Theory

I thought this was kinda obvious on my second watch, but I haven't seen anyone bring it up yet.

One of the very first shots of the film is the boys bringing out the 4 banners. It is clearly shown that Cameron is carrying tradition, Knox is carrying discipline, Neil, excellence, and Charlie, honour.

These obviously represent their character traits. Cameron is very traditional and rigid, Neil is always put on a high pedestal of excellence, and Knox lacks discipline when it comes to love.

What I find interesting is that when the boys walk out, Charlie is no longer there. Whilst it's probably just a random discrepancy, I'd like to think of it as him losing any remainder of his honour after his expulsion.

Later, they recite the altered four pillars. Cameron, travesty. Nothing goes his way, he's heartbroken. Charlie, horror. Self explanatory. Knox, decadence. He is incredibly self-indulgent and lives for pleasure and romance. Finally, Neil is excrement. I see it as quite simply, when you die your bowels get flushed out. Guess what damn happens to Neil.

Anyways that was all, I'd love to hear some thoughts on it! I have a ton more things I've noticed in a google doc so tell me if you'd like to see them I love analysing things :))

#dps #dead poets society #dead poets society theory #writing #fan theory #theory #4 pillars #tradition honour discipline excellence #travesty horror decadence excrement #neil perry #knox overstreet #richard cameron #charlie dalton #charles dalton #my theories

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urmumissospooky · 2 years

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why study when i can think about gay poets

#dead poets society #I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR

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dead-gay-wizards-society · 1 year

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the poets as pets

neil - parrot

• needs attention

• colourful

• doesn't stop talking

todd - bunny

• cute and fluffy

• anxious™

• needs cuddles

charlie - cat

• dramatic af

• attention-seeker

• wants cuddles but also doesn't

knox - dog

• wants to be everybody's favourite

• needs affection

• hyperactive

meeks - hamster

• smol

• confused

• easily startled

pitts - ferret

• long

• i actually don't know

• he gives off ferret vibes

cam - turtle

• lasts the longest

• bit slow on the uptake

• hard shell

#dead poets headcanons #dead poets society #dead poets #dps headcanons #dps crack #neil perry #todd anderson #richard cameron #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #they're adorable your honour

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bazpitchs-violin · 11 months

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PSA: neil and charlie buddy cop co bakery owners.

#dead poets society #neil perry #charlie dalton #they would be chaos ur honour #it would be great #btw todd owns the flower shop next door

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neighbourhoodtwo · 1 year

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Top 5 movies of all time? :)

5- the tragedy of julius ceasar

4- star trek the voyage home

3- what we did on our holiday

2- the cornetto trilogy (ik thats cheating but i cannot seperate them)

1- ferris buellers day off

#honourable mentions go to saw dead poets society the doctor who tv movie (its bad but its good but its bad) and the martian

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belabeya · 4 days

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Shuffle playlist game:

The first few songs on your favourite playlist can say a lot about someone. Press shuffle on a playlist, and write down the first 10 songs.

Better off dead - Sleeping With Sirens

TRASTEVERE - Maneskin

Maniac - Conan Gray

THE DRIVER - Maneskin

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy

HONEY (ARE YOU COMING?) - Maneskin

DONT WANNA SLEEP - Maneskin

OFF MY FACE - Maneskin

LONELIEST - Maneskin. ×2?

The Reckoning- The Getaway Plan

Honourable mentions:

G.I.N.A.S.F.S - Fall Out Boy

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

BABY SAID - Maneskin

GASOLINE - Maneskin

Don't Say Anything - Sleeping With Sirens

Ignorance - Paramore

Keep it going!

(No pressure.)

@idoweirdcrap @klance-headcanons-official @jvlz-the-unicorn @ace-of-poets @ashippingpotato @pidgeeepombo @not6goblinsinacoat @xaloncat

(That's a lie, some pressure.)

#maneskin #paramore #sleeping with sirens #fall out boy #fall out girl #my chemical romance #conan gray #The Getaway Plan #aroace #accidentally emo

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hedghost · 4 months

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who’s ready for more…

Pick a WOSO Player, Get a Sapphic Book Rec!

Part Five: Fantasy, Magical Realism, Historical, Dark Contemporary, Literary Fiction, Mystery

In honour of @trinity-dose-stuff enlightening tiktok, and with a heavy dose of tillies for @celmeme ;)

Note: Again, haven’t read most of these - please remember to check content warnings before reading!

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Ellie Carpenter: Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

Sydney Lohmann: We Set the Dark On Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia

Phallon Tullis-Joyce: Last True Poets of the Sea by Julia Drake

Fridolina Rolfo: Rosewater by Liv Little

Pernille Harder: After Sappho by Selby Wynn Schwartz

Alex Greenwood: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Mary Fowler: The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

Ana Maria Crnogorcevic: The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

Magdalena Eriksson: Everyone In This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin

Ellie Roebuck: She's Too Pretty To Burn by Wendy Heard

Emily van Egmond: Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

Jackie Groenen: Milk Fed by Melissa Broder

Alanna Kennedy: Dykette by Jenny Fran Davis

Caitlin Foord: A Restless Truth by Freya Marske

Mackenzie Arnold: All the Bad Apples by Moira Fowley Doyle

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thanks for getting this far - as always, if you want more, send some requests! hope you enjoyed!

all love,

hedge xx

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charliedaltonssaxaphone · 25 days

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Dead Poets and their future careers- a headcanon

Neil-

He would of course act (Yes Mr Perry, he isn't gonna become a doctor unless it was a role). Probably star in a couple of movies but mainly focus all of his energy into theater (mainly Shakespeare). He would at least once in his life perform in the Globe theater and perform either Midsummer's Nights Dream or Much Ado About Nothing.

Todd-

When he becomes more confident in himself and realizes his enormous talent for writing, he and Neil (as a married couple) would create plays together for Neil to perform. For days he would be preoccupied with his latest project, refusing to let anyone read it until he deems it as his best work yet (Neil probably takes a few glances because Todd is such a perfectionist). Before publishing his work, he let's Neil read it and give his opinion and then the rest of the poets. If it is a play, Neil gets to perform it first and then when Todd is finally satisfied with it, he sends it off to the publishers.

Cameron-

Cameron is a classic case of a future politics student and later a conservative politician. After Welton, he probably distances himself from everyone else and you only find out what happened to him after the poets watch the news and see him and his campaign. If he moved to the UK he would for sure be a tory!

Charlie-

After being expelled from Welton, his parents send him off to another private school and after graduating, goes onto study English Lit with a double honour in music theory. Keatings teachings perhaps stuck with him the most and so he either becomes an english teacher himself, a jazz musician or a published poet (think something like Allen Ginsberg or Jack Kerouac). Maybe even all 3!

Meeks-

BELOVED PHYSICS SCIENTIST! After endless hours studying a theory he publishes his dissertation and becomes a renowned Nobel Prize winner and mentions all of the poets in his speech and thanks them for their support!! On the side, he is also a professor at a prestigious college and sometimes uses Keatings methods of teaching to inspire his students (which often ends up in messy failed experiments, but nevertheless successful in his eyes).

Knox-

Knox has got to become a philosipher? RIGHT? After being rejected again by Chris or another girl he thinks 'is the one', he goes to the library and picks up a copy Hegel or Nietzsche and decided that this will be his personality for the rest of his life. He probably becomes a writer and creates a philosophy branch for delulu guys like him (or is the first ever incel on Reddit).

Pitts-

Pitts GOES TO YALE!!!! I REPEAT GERARD PITS GOES TO YALE!! He probably has the most average life to everyone else, becomes a teacher, starts a family. But he on the side (which becomes his career) is a world renowned chef and baker. He is on TV shows and shows how to bake rolls and later is a humanitarian celebrity who comes out with a cookbook!

#dead poets society memes #dead poets society #dead poets society fandom #dead poets society fanfiction #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #anderperry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #richard cameron #steven meeks #knox overstreet #dps #dps boys #dps headcanons #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic

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janaknandini-singh999 · 3 months

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Meera Ke Prabhu Girdhar Naagar

Krishna looked on

As he had looked on when she had been given poison which turned to nectar when she offered it to him

As he had looked on when snakes were thrown at her but again she offered it to him like flowers and it turned into a garland

It was just his murti that looked on

But for Meera it was really him

How else would she be saved from death's grasp every time if it wasn't Krishna himself looking out for her?

She sang to him as she always did but tonight there was a sad undertone

She had had enough

Despite being the queen, she was constantly harassed by her devar

She remininsced about her husband who she respected. He let her do her duties and then spend the rest of the time in the temple of the Mahal with her beloved Krishna. But after his death, she was being tormented by his brother.

She folded her hands to Krishna's murti and then at the jauhar kund where her mother in law, the late Maharani, had done jauhar with thousands of other women when Akbar had attacked Chittorgarh

"Mother, not everyone can do what you did. Not even me. You held on to your honour till your very last breath. But jauhar is done by those when the invaders close in with their egos. What about those who are attacked by their own family? There is no such pratha that can save them. My husband, your son, was a benevolent king. But your other son.. If I commit Jauhar my image will be tarnished forever because there are no invaders. Jauhar is done by those who have no other hope, mother. But I have one." she turned to look at her Krishna with teary eyes

"The only element I'd let myself to be consumed by is him. My only hope since birth, to death, is him."

"Maharani" a daasi entered the temple and curtsied "I apologize for interrupting your prayers."

Meera didn't turn around but she closed her eyes and nodded as the tears rolled down

"Your highness, you really need to leave. He is on his way back to the palace. I can't see you-" she stopped herself as she was about to mention Meera's bruises and scars caused by her brother in law's abuse

It was a wonder indeed because when the daasi had seen them for the first time and pointed it out Meera had calmly replied that she didn't feel a thing because she was thinking of Krishna

"Why does your Krishna allow so much pain in your life?" the daasi's voice cracked on seeing her queen like this so she looked away

"No. Not a word against him. I would've been long dead if it weren't for him." Meera put a hand on her shoulder and smiled

"You should ask him to hold you with him forever, away from it all"

"Maharani!" A soldier came huffing and curtsied rigidly "Sincere apologies but they're on the horsebacks and can arrive any moment now."

Meera stood up hurriedly and collected her pooja samagri, dashing. But just at the gate, she stopped

"Does running away make me a coward?" She whispered

"No, maharani. You are going to your lord." the daasi said

"No no no wait! What about YOU ALL?" Meera's voice rose and suddenly an arrow whizzed past them

"DON'T worry about us, Maharani! Just GO PLEASE AAPKO SHRI KRISHN KI SAUGANDH!"

The soldier winced in pain as an arrow was shot again which lodged itself in his arm.

The daasi almost shrieked but carried him over and dragged him outside.

Meera saw a lover's spark between the two and despite the situation she smiled. She silently prayed to Krishna for their protection

And then she ran

She ran and ran and ran throughout the villages, the jungles, her feet and knees getting scraped, she went on for days without food or water and she ran

"I'm waiting, sakhi" a voice breathed in her ear

Finally she reached Dwarka and broke down at Dwarkadheesh's feet

A few days were spent in bliss as she became the poet she was meant to be

But not for long because they followed her even there

The time had come

She took a last, long breath in front of the murti

And closing her eyes, she folded her hands

"Swami. The world has never understood me. It has only given me agony until I met you. The only love I've ever felt is when I've thought of you. So I did. Until you became every thought of mine, written on every breath of mine. The only thing I've ever longed for is to be associated with you for as long as the kaal chakra goes on, my name be taken in the same breath as your name. But who am I? I'm not your lover who you'd playfully burst the maakhan matki of, I'm not your wife who you'd immediately, fiercely, desperately ride on your chariot to rescue. I'm not even a devotee like Hanuman ji who had the opportunity to be alive in the same yug to serve his God. Who am I to be yours? But where else am I to go? I can't survive in any place which isn't your heart.

The world has come to get me again so I come to you. And I won't breathe until I reach you"

She started walking to the murti, holding her hands out as alms

The tyrants were upon her now but suddenly they were dazzled by a bright light

And then a divine hand extended out to her, he smiled with tears streaming all the way as Meera immersed herself completely in Krishna

The light vanished. They opened their eyes again and were baffled to see Meera gone.

Except her dupatta that swayed peacefully from the side of the murti

Centuries later

"Mother! Whose is that?" a small voice pointed excitedly

The woman looked on and recognized Meerabai's dupatta

"The legendary poet bhakt of Krishna, child. Her name was Meerabai."

"Was she married to him?" curiosity sparked in her eyes

The woman thought for a bit. It wouldn't be that simple to explain to her little daughter the leelas of Shri Krishna with his many wives and lovers.

The girl looked at the murti now "Did they both love each other?"

"Yes" the woman answered, smiling

"Of course" her daughter nodded, completely satisfied "Just look at him! Who wouldn't fall in love with him?" as she laughed and swooned, swinging around a nearby pillar as Meerabai's dupatta swayed higher and touched the little girl's head

Meanwhile, Krishna grinned at the whole scene as Meera joined her, laying her head on his lap as she whispered

"It feels like I've waited for you since forever."

"I know, love. And I have, too. But I've been with you all the way. It broke my heart to see what they did to you." He kissed her forehead

"You are safe now" As he held on tight to her for eternity

Not just two lovers, but the union of two forms that go back to the same source to begin with. The river finally meeting the sea, the rain kissing the soil, incense embracing the ambience and far away just a besotted finally flying to the muse

Meera uniting with Krishna

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life-winners-liveblog · 4 months

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here’s a poem for you lot. (and perhaps they will enjoy it as well, even if they are gone for now)

THE WINNERS CURSE

One fell dead with his head in the sand.

Two struck dead with an upturned hand.

Three gave every piece of her life,

only to be met with strife.

Four won by treachery,

And five with honour.

Yet they all end the same.

They Hear as the cycle repeats.

They See as the cycle repeats.

They Speak as the cycle repeats.

The Sun

The Star

The Moon

And Mars

And the Earth.

upon what stage will you no longer dance for me?

upon which page will you no longer be written by me?

upon which age will you no longer play the way i wish you to?

The Sun

The Star

The Moon

And Mars

And the Earth

you have no control here.

the only things you have are yourselves

and the whispers upon the wind.

-⭐️🪴

Scott: Oh a poem! How lovely! I didn't know there were poets among you!

Scar: Wait... Sun Star Moon and Mars... Does this mean Grian Scott Pearl and Martyn? Am I the Earth then?

Scott: Oh yeah! They assigned each of us a symbol, guess yours is the Earth.

Pearl: Did... Did any of you hear the lyrics?... You know the part where they say nothing we do matter and everything is outside our control?

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar

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railroad-migraine · 10 months

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In honour of Legend of Vox Machina coming out, can we have a Percy x (fem/gender neutral) reader with the prompt "You feel like home to me." Maybe reader also lost their home (or they were from Whitestone too)

'Welcome Home'

-> Percy x GN!Reader

Notes: Angst and fluff, hurt comfort. I started writing this piece in January 2022. As of June 2023, I have now watched TLOVM. Sorry it took a while Anon, but I wanted to save your lovely request for when I eventually got into Vox Machina 💙 Can be read as platonic or romantic

~ Poet

*****

It wasn't meant to be like this.

Things had not gone to plan. What was the plan, you say? That is debatable depending on who you'd ask.

To start, Vax was unfortunately spotted skulking around the enemy's camp. That then lead to small confrontation, one that he'd be fine to handle all by himself, one where he was suspiciously poked and prodded at innocently, but Keyleth instinctually stepped in to save him - thus getting the whole party involved and quickly overwhelmed. It was manageable until the exact moment where Grog lopped off the head of one of the bandits.

To put it simply, all hell broke loose and it all went to shit.

However, in the end, when the bandits lay dead and smloldering by the campfire, it was a victory for Vox Machina.

A victory, maybe. But not quite a win.

Wounds were in need of tending to, and Pike was far too exhausted to treat everyone. Camping in the woods did not seem to be the best option, the trees offering little cover, and neither did the cliff face nearby. Frustrated, tired, hungry - voices raising at each other prickled the hairs at the back of your neck and you knew you had to step up. To be the adult.

"There is a village," you start, but no one chooses to listen, your voice just another one in the argument.

"There is a village," you repeat, a little more firm and insistant, and the others begin to withdraw, eyes falling onto you, "not far from here. I- I didn't mention it before because it doesn't belong on the map. Not anymore, at least.

"We can go there, set up camp, sit down and just shut up for a few hours," you sigh.

Most of the party look hesitant but Scanlan raises a brow and shrugs with an easy nonchalance that you envy. "If you say it's safe, I'm down."

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"It is." You hope. "I promise.

Percy watches you carefully, the fading light of the Sun behind him casting shadows on his face, sharpens his already sharp jawline even further until it cuts into his coat's collar. Something dangerous in his expression. "Lead on, then," but he doesn't sound convinced.

And so you lead your friends to the home and earth that once nurtured your childhood, the very same that you abandoned all those years ago in favour of adventure.

You were still young. Like a child, scarrless, soft, green and new to the greater world that waited for you beyond your doorstep.

It wasn't meant to be like this, you think as you fall to your knees, taking in the grim sight before you. It's hard to tell what exactly happened, whether the homes had been raided and intentionally burned down, or if it had been a simple accident and the townspeople luckily fled somewhere safe.

How long had it been since you left home? What seemed like yesterday were many, many months for your people, and anything can happen in that time apart.

But you never expected to be returning home to a graveyard.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

"I'm sorry."

You sniffle and quickly wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, choking back a bitter laugh. "Percy." He pulls his mouth into a straight line, a grimace of sorts. "You can be a thorn in my side at times, but why should you be sorry?"

He shifts his weight on his feet. "Because... because it's what people might have said to me when I was in a similar state. I'm not sure if it would ever have made me feel better, but I suppose it shows some level of... respect. Condolences. Comfort, sometimes. Or so I've heard."

He pulls his coat tighter around his torso, the bite in the air unforgiving even as you mourn for your childhood home while your knees press into dirt. You risk a glance up at his face, and his forlorn expression shatters your already broken heart. He feigns a weak smile, and ducks his chin in sympathy. "It's not for everyone, I suppose."

It's a cold comfort as your grip on the ashes of your home loosens, and slips through your fingers, like sand lost in the wind.

Percy says your name, clear and grounding, and you manage to tear your gaze from what's left of your history. "Look at me." You crane your neck to look to where he looms over your hunched form. "Home is a feeling... I know that more than anybody."

Slowly, so slowly and gentle as if caught in slow motion, he crouches down to meet your height. He appraises you for a hesitant moment, then reaches out to wipe a tear that trails down your cheek, one that you had accidentally neglected. It smears across your skin smoothly, leaving a clean line in the thin layer of dust you had acquired since the battle and trek over here.

He looks at you softly, and you nearly sob from the incredible amount of emotions you feel all at once. You grip his hand like a lifeline and press it into your face so that you can lean into the comfort he's providing, and a shudder washes over you at the warmth radiating from his glove.

Percy nudges your chin up with his free hand, and you have no choice but to meet his watery eyes.

"And you feel like home to me."

In that moment, you know you feel the same for him.

*****

[posts this and RUNS]

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