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wikiangela · 5 months
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fuck it friday
tagged by @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 💖
i feel like i'm giving y'all the whole fic in snippets rn, but like, it's 5.6k atm so there has to be more lol (fr like always I have no idea how it's this long, wtf is even in there 😂) also, it's fuck it friday, so fuck it haha
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“I called Bobby, by the way.” he changes the subject again before Eddie can respond and deny that he’s pouting now, which he definitely is, lower lip pushed forward in the most adorable way. Eddie just sighs, which turns into a cough.
“What for?” he manages to croak out.
“To tell him you’re sick and can’t go to work tomorrow.” Buck moves towards the medicine cabinet and pulls out some cough drops, placing them on the table in front of Eddie. “Like I said I would. Don’t argue, you’re staying home and getting better.”
“Ugh, fine.” Eddie responds with less fight than Buck expected. Maybe he’s slowly starting to admit he is, in fact, sick. Or maybe just really wants to finally talk, and is trying to speed it up. Either way, Buck’s not complaining. “But you’re going to work?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Buck turns away to check on the soup again, gets a spoon to try it.
“So you’re gonna leave me here all alone?” Eddie sighs dramatically, and Buck chuckles again. 
“You’ll live. I’ll come here straight after. And-” he turns back towards Eddie. “I’m gonna stay the night and get Christopher to school tomorrow, too. Just so you can rest and really recover. Don’t fight me on this, you won’t win this one.” he says, half-teasing, and sees Eddie’s face melt into gratitude and so much love, now full on display, likely also tired of hiding it.
“You can stay forever.” he says so earnestly it takes Buck’s breath away. He wants nothing more than to stay here forever, in Eddie’s home, by Eddie’s side, with him and Christopher, the two halves of his heart.
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astrobei · 1 year
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mid-apocalypse movie night
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hailsatanacab · 10 months
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Wip Wednesday babeeyy
eyy I've finally remembered that wip wednesday exists!! here's some proof that i'm working on something, and that something is the follower milestone gift i said i was going to do and i promise i'm doing it! i'm doing it it's happening i promise! so here's a little taster!!!! and here's Part One if you want a refresher!
And then the kid just vanishes.
In the blink of an eye, in the time it takes for him to look down, screw his face up because this is all confusing as fuck, and look back up, he’s just gone. There’s nowhere to hide, there’s nowhere to go, Jason can see everywhere around him—but he can’t see Danny.
“Well… shit."
“What, what happened?” Dickybird hisses in his ear, the unsaid, exasperated “now” very clear in his voice. 
As much as he loathes to admit it, Jason is feeling very much the same way right now. What was meant to be a simple case of “investigate the potential child abuse and put an end to it” has instead become something… less simple. When is it ever simple in his life?
Still. If working with supers, metas, vigilantes, whatever, has taught Jason anything, it’s that just because you can’t see someone doesn’t mean they’re not there.
“Hey, kid… Danny. Listen, I’m not here to hurt you and if you’re still here, if you can still hear me, then, I don’t know, do you want to get a bite to eat or something? I just want to talk. I just want to figure out what’s happening.”
Jason doesn’t hold his breath. 
Okay, no, that’s a lie. Jason holds his breath, but he swears he’s holding it so he can more accurately hear if Danny is still around. That’s all it is, he’s not attached to this kid already. He’s not.
When no answer comes—not even a whisper of a breath or the scuff of a sneaker on the pavement—he suppresses a frustrated growl and opts instead to breathe deeply and pinch the bridge of his nose.
“So…” Tim begins, drawing out the word.
The urge to growl—hell, the urge to pull out his comms and smash them on the floor—grows.
“The kid’s a meta, then. Potential powers including but not limited to: invisibility or teleportation. You think he’s still there?” There’s no reason for the kid to still be around, not at all. If it was Jason, he’d have scattered as soon as he realised the stranger impersonating his dad wasn’t the guy he thought was impersonating his dad, and honestly, wasn’t that extra fucked up? That someone impersonates people in this town often enough that it’s not a surprise? The way Danny spoke about him… What was his name?
Amorpho. Amorphous. Without shape. 
A shapeshifter?
Whatever. It’s a mystery for another time, because there’s still a more pressing mystery in front of him.
Or,. rather, not in front of him.
Yes, there’s no reason for Danny to still be here, but…
Jason sighs. 
“I’m going to Bat—Nasty Burger. Really? Is that the best burger joint here? Nasty Burger? Whatever, I’m going to get some fucking fries.”
Jason feels fucking stupid talking the air like this. He must look fucking stupid, too, but the thing is… There’s a prickling on the back of his neck, a rolling taste of green on his tongue when he glances through his peripheral, the vague weight of an unseen eyes on him. 
Call it wishful thinking, call it a hunch, call it something else, but Danny’s still here.
“There’ll be a burger waiting for you, too, if you want it. My treat.” Jason turns in a full circle, examining everything in his surroundings. Nothing seems out of place, nothing screams wrong to him. “I just want to talk.”
He waits for a full minute with no success, which makes Jason feel even more stupid, before clicking his tongue and making his way to the, hopefully ironically named, Nasty Burger.
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a-little-unsteddie · 2 months
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hellooooo i’d love to see some 🍄 witch! steve please for wip wednesday 🥰🤍
hii!! have some of witch!steve!!!!! 💛 37 sentences worth :D which is so much more than i expected tbh so sorry it’s late 😭😅
*disclaimer, this is subject to become heavily edited later kejdhshs
🍄 rot, ferment, and decompose 🍄
There are some things that Steve knows. Things that he didn’t have to be told, small things, simple things he had no right to know, but did anyway.
His father despised this small gift of his, especially when Steve just happened to know that he had been with the seamstress in the city. Which so happened to be the same weekend that he was supposed to be on an important business trip.
It wasn’t the first time his father had hit him, but it was definitely the last. His mother knew she needed to take him and run, so that’s exactly what she did.
Steve had already packed when she came to get him in the night.
At the time, his Sight hadn’t been very powerful, but his mother nurtured it, along with his other gifts.
Now, thanks to her gentle care, Steve had a strong control of his Sight; while he could know more if he so chose, he usually limited his view to mundane things.
Knowing when he needed an umbrella, even as the sun shone brightly above him. Knowing when to collect certain plants. Small things, simple things. Things he had no right to know, but did.
This didn’t mean that there weren’t occasions when he couldn’t help but see a true Vision, there were instances where he needed to know something that he had been missing—or more frequently, ignoring.
But it was nothing like this.
This was an all-consuming, vivid experience that took his breath away and made him stumble as he suddenly stepped into an entirely different place. From one step into the next, he left his home in the middle of the city, and found himself in a town-square in the middle of a small village he had never been in before. Even his pleasant mood was suddenly sapped away from him, replaced with a pit in his stomach so large that he was gagging with it. He felt something drip from his chin and realized that tears were streaming down his face.
He could see a dark smog surrounding the village, even the sun seemed to be smothered. The darkness was seeping across the cobbled streets, stretching, reaching for him. Just as the shadows enveloped him completely, he gasped into his bedroom and collapsed onto his knees. He clutched his heart as he panted for breath, entire body shaking with the sudden release of adrenaline.
After that, Steve had known he’d end up in that village. He knew it just like he did everything else. His father cheated, it was going to rain in the afternoon, he was going to live surrounded by darkness.
He knew his mother was dead before he’d received the letter.
He’d woken up and just known as he always did that she was gone. She was sick. He knew that, tried to help, but she told him that it was inevitable. That she’d been marked long before she’d gotten sick. She knew, and he knew, that the illness would bring her death.
When he originally took the apprenticeship with Joyce, he actually didn’t realize he had found the village. It actually took him an embarrassingly long time to realize. It wasn’t until several months into living with her that he’d known.
The darkness was here.
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fallevs · 2 months
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Thank you so much @bitbybitwrites for the tag 💜
I am currently in a kind of limbo!? I would like to write and share with the fandom what I create, but I feel very ignored and neglected, and in general this is not a good time of the year for me and I have no one to vent to except my therapist who I see once a month. So please excuse me if you see any of my posts where I'm feeling sorry for myself. It's just that I spend precious time creating content that, while ugly and stupid, I wish had just a little bit of relevance. Anyway, I sincerely thank those few people who continue to support my work for the SanVan event. Thank you very very very much.
Let's get down to business (to defeat the huns)
I am tossing around the idea for my escort au and I must say I don't dislike it. Unfortunately, I am in my surely-everyone-hates-you phase so I already think than no one will read it, but I hope to get out of this soon. I know I will. I often think I am too fragile but somehow I always manage to get out of it.
I don't have anything to share yet but– maybe a summary? I don't know if it counts. Let's see. Oh, and I don't even have a title.
Kurt's world of wealth, glitz and glitter falls apart the day his husband dies and he learns that he has been living in fiction until now. Alone, inexperienced and with a son to raise while struggling against social workers who threaten to take him away from him, Kurt will have to find a way to make quick and, more importantly, easy money. Getting to know people totally different from him and a special friend will make him realize how little he had lived until then and how boring, gray, and meaningless his life was.
Right now I have only created an outline with the main and secondary characters, but I hope to get to work soon.
Anyone who reads this and wants to participate, please do so even without being tagged.
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verbenaa · 1 month
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WIP Wednesday let's gooooooo
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orionsstory · 20 days
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Grandekofi Vampire AU
okay i know it's technically Friday but I haven't gone to sleep yet so it's Thursday in my mind !! here's my makeup for missing wip Wednesday <3 also I feel like I'm bad at writing like. passion and stuff so if it's bad I'm so so sorry LMAO -
Dame shut the door to her apartment and pushed Tia up against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Her hands roughly grabbed her hips, Tia throwing her arms around Dame's neck as she deepened the kiss. Their bodies seemed to move in harmony, Dame's hands ghosting up Tia's body as they broke apart for air.
"You're so pretty, Tia..." Dame mumbled as she kissed down Tia's neck, making her eyes flutter shut. "...which is why I'm sorry about this. Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a moment."
Tia looked at her in confusion, catching a glimpse of what looked like...fangs? Before she could process what was happening, she felt a pinch in the side of her neck. She stumbled, grabbing onto Dame to steady herself as she felt herself growing dizzy and her vision blurring.
"Sweet dreams, mon amour~" Dame purred, as Tia watched a red liquid drip from her mouth. That was the last thing she remembered before passing out.
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total-serene560 · 3 months
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They're gay your honor
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Been doing slow progress on shawl 15. It started as the Stephen West 2023 knitalong but honestly at this point the only thing similar is some shaping and all of 20 rows of the repeat.
I decided to just keep knitting out and so far I'm. Somewhat satisfied? I think I shouldn't have reversed the color order of the outmost garter stitch sections now that I'm looking at it but what's done is done. I certainly like it a lot more than if I had followed the official pattern. I'm going to finish out this mesh section and then finish doing the same to the other side and see how much yarn I have left.
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gimmethatagustd · 8 months
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Sneak peek Sunday, writing this fic is why I have been going insane all weekend pretty much
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palfriendpatine66 · 11 months
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WIP Wednesday (sort of)
(special friday edition) Something I didn’t mention in my WIP Wednesday post that I realize might be with mentioning in case it ever pops up unexpectedly you, my beloved mutuals, will have a little context for it.
I am raising a mentally ill preteen with a background of trauma. It’s no secret I struggle with anxiety and depression myself. (There might be a reason I relate to our man Obi-Wan 🙃 )
One day I may write a very dark “I love him more than anything he could do wrong” fic of Obi-Wan knowing that shit's not right with Anakin - maybe in universe maybe modern au I don’t know that it really matters - exploring that feeling. That love is a choice you make every day, and that sometimes it's not enough, and there are no right answers no matter how much you want there to be. That you know where things are heading but still have to go through each day regardless, hoping you can make enough of a difference.
It's not something I'm actively working on or planning, but I know I might get to a place where it happens. Just know that, while yes, it will be deeply personal (and hopefully helpful) also please know that it's fiction and while I welcome talking about it if you feel like reaching out, you don't need to be worried that I'm raising a serial killer 🙃 All for now, my lovelies. This post may self destruct and only return if this fic ever meets the light of day, but it's on my mind this morning. If you've made it this far, here's a gold star for your dedication. ⭐️Wear it proudly. With Love, 💕 Your pal, friendpatine
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asterroses · 1 year
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✨wip idontknowwhatdayoftheweekitis✨
its friday isnt it . i have no idea anymore . ANYWAYS got tagged by the very lovely @demandthedoodles MWAH ty <3 i have time blindness i literally dont know what day it is . is it friday ? who knows i stay sillay . but im gnna use this to hold myself accountable for all the projects i Say im gnna do / have started :3c [also stealing ur format lex <3 vaguely ur format its not as fancy LMAO]      1. dragon age oc portraits . i have elin n johnnie sketched out so far . yenal is next i think everyone would like her . they Should like her      2. hellefer zine . im COMMITTING . i have some stray sketches like her tarot card , her info sheet , and her portrait ! so ! ! ! i will do it i stg im gonna be insufferable abt my meow meow      3. tarot card project that ive restarted 4 times but this time im committing , i finally have ocs that Fit Well and my art’s gotten to where i can actually enjoy trying stuff so ! ! ! <3      4. birthday gift for myself . i have 11 days to get it down . i just cant settle on who to draw for myself lol maybe denaris hes been my gender exploration guy since i made him in august last year . OR maybe maevaris . . . i love her      5. reference sheets . i have so many that ive never even finished i rlly need to get those done before i go completely off the rails      6. a redraw of that one wilde 1997 gif . u kno the one . its plaguing my mind . i need to do a redraw of it as blorbos      7. a very special google doc that i cant say what it entails cus its very nsft . but its . its smthn      8. portraits of my dragon age pc’s so i can list my worldstates [they r so messy] i think thats all ? ? ? ? idk a lot of them r kinda just floating around my head but like its stuff i Want to do yknow . this is actually very good motivation for my foggy brain so perhaps i’ll actually get shit done im tagginggg @emmiewlw n @staurows . n whoever else wants to do this <3 but like u dont hav to 🤸🤸
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forabeatofadrum · 1 year
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Thank you @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​ and my God, another Wednesday. Time flies. We’re already on day 10 of January. What’s next? February???
I did some writing, but uhhhh, my mind went in a completely different direction. Sometimes, instead of writing for the fics you are actively working on, you just gotta write something for a WIP that has been on and off in your mind since 2017 for a niche fandom.
Have some out of context sentences for a fic of a fandom I’m sure none of y’all are in, namely the Sarah Jane Adventures fandom:
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I don’t mind, don’t you?”
“I know.”
“And you know that I don’t mind that you didn’t tell me.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, the only thing I mind is that I might’ve made it more difficult for you. And for that… I’m sorry.”
“Right.”
“Uh. Yeah. That’s all.”
Will the SJAEU/Human Nature ever be published? Who knows. I was going to write my Klaine and Snowbaz shit but then I was up till 6am thinking about this and yesterday I was thinking about my Tina fic, where it explores the representation of Asians in Glee (after Jenna’s insightful comment in the latest podcast ep) and now my mind is basically going brrrrrr about all the WIPs.
Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias  @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​ @nausikaaa​/@wellbelesbian​ @artsyunderstudy​ @martsonmars​ @facewithoutheart​
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scribbledquillz · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you so much to @heniareth for the tag! Luckily today was a preschool day for kiddo, so I was able to squeeze in some writing time while she was out of the house.
Action scenes - particularly those focused on fighting / battles - are always the most challenging for me in the first draft. But all in all I'm quite pleased with what I've gotten so far!
For tags, let's say @siriskulksnerding , @icy-warden and whoever else would like to share their progress. Tag me please! 😊
Raw magic sizzled through the air as Lucea rushed past him with a shriek, reckless and headless as the bolts of lightning she rained down upon their marks. Zevran felt his own temper flash with the strikes as one after the other sent his Warden dancing out of their path, the desire to see her thrown into the pit alongside him answered before the wish could come fully formed into his mind. A shard of ice as long and deadly as the point of a spear flew toward her in a blur, the witch's strike piercing the meat of her shoulder just as another came crashing through the center of her chest. Wide eyed and gasping, the mage toppled backward to land at his feet in a cloud of dust. Her head lolled backward, steel eyes shinning with fear as she cast them frantically about, only to lock on him once he was found. She raised a shaking arm toward him, the last licks of electricity sparking from her fingertips as she pleaded silently for her life. There was no warmth to offer her, and so he did not give it. His eyes fell to Lucea with a recognition frigid as the ice buried in her heart, no longer obligated to wear the mask she had felt herself entitled to. He moved away, granting himself a wide bearth around the reach of her desperate, clawing hand, and did not look back as he took his final step into the Void.
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skyward-floored · 2 years
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you forgot wip wednesday again didnt you
SHHOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT
Rats rats rats one of these days I’ll actually remember BITE BITE KILL ETCETERA
well no time like the present here’s some from another Incredibles au snippet. Wild backstory :)
Time yawns again, opening the fridge and pouring himself a glass of milk. He takes a sip and the cold beverage shocks him awake a little, but he’s still groggy, even though it’s two in the afternoon.
The phone suddenly rings and he sighs, setting down his cup before heading into his office to answer it. If it’s Warriors or Sky with a harebrained idea to go out and do something fun, he’s hanging up.
“Hello?” he asks as he picks up the receiver, and blinks in surprise at the voice that answers him.
He’s suddenly very awake.
“Time. Can you talk?” Impa’s voice comes through, slightly tinny. “It won’t take long.”
He leans back and looks out at where Twilight and Legend are curled up and napping together in the living room, small pink rabbit nestled on top of a wolf cub. Malon is dozing on the couch close by with Wind in her arms, and he leans back in with a soft smile.
“Yes. What is it?”
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eleanorfenyxwrites · 2 years
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WIP Wednesday (-ish)
Extra/sort of epilogue(?) for All Dreams Were Worth Keeping - the friend group getting ready to destroy Jin Guangshan on Meng Yao’s behalf.
“Ugh are you sure we have to ask him?” Wei Wuxian grumbles - it’s not a whine, thank you very much - but Lan Wangji doesn’t offer him much more reaction than a sidelong glance to let him know he remains unsympathetic to the plight of having Jin Zixuan in his family - well, sort of. He hasn’t proposed to Jiang Yanli yet but everyone and their mother knows that’s where it’s heading.
“He is in the best position to gather what we need,” Lan Wangji replies implacably. He’s working on something important (because everything he does is important, no Wei Wuxian is not super biased) in his home office which means he looks extra devastating in his grandpa reading glasses and his face all lit up by whatever’s on his screen. Him being a little mean is just the icing on the cake, really. Wei Wuxian leans all 6-foot-2-inches of himself against the side of Lan Wangji’s desk and pouts when his partner stays resolutely focused on his work.
“Fine,” Wei Wuxian huffs when Lan Wangji continues to ignore him, despite the fact that his leaning has melted into physically laying on Lan Wangji’s desk - quite temptingly, in his personal opinion, though the twitch in Lan Wangji’s eyebrow is enough to tell him he thoroughly disagrees (for now). “I’ll go call the peacock and tell him to start getting the dirt on his dad. It’s not going to take long though, and I thought we were going to hold off a bit?”
“It will take time to compile enough defenses to leave the Jin counsel too weakened to win the case. The information will filter in quickly, but I will have to prepare carefully.”
“Mmm you always do, so smart Lan Zhan! So thorough,” he teases with a waggle of his eyebrows that makes Lan Wangji’s ears turn red even as he attempts to work around Wei Wuxian sitting on what are likely very important papers (re: the fact that everything Lan Wangji does is important).
His teasing of his boyfriend complete for the time being, Wei Wuxian gracefully retreats after finally winning a kiss to get him to leave, and with a sigh he gives into the inevitable and picks Jin Zixuan’s contact information out of the list in the Saturday night groupchat.
“Why are you calling me.”
Wei Wuxian sighs - of course Jin Zixuan would let it ring through almost to voicemail only to answer with that.
“I am taking valuable time out of my day to call you for something we both want done, and this is how you greet me?”
“I don’t have time for this-“
“If you hang up on me I’m telling jiejie!”
As far as threats go it’s pathetically weak - he highly doubts Jiang Yanli will care too much that Jin Zixuan hung up on him in the middle of the workday - but the one nice thing about Jin Zixuan’s shitty treatment of Jiang Yanli the first time around is that he’s absolutely terrified of ever disappointing her again. Just the threat of it is enough to get him to do all sorts of things, which Wei Wuxian has definitely had fun testing the limits of.
“Alright then get to the point, I have a meeting to go to in like 2 minutes!”
“It’s time to start working on what we talked about last group bitching session. Lan Zhan insists we need your help, and loathe though I am to question my brilliant boyfriend I really have to wonder if you’re the best man for the job or if I should just find a way to plant myself in your dad’s company -“
“Absolutely not, don’t even think about working here. I can do it, just tell me what Wangji needs from me.”
“Fine, fine. Your life and family on the line, man. Here’s what we need-“
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