#physcial fitness

[kissofsena]

⤻ ♡ . BASIC INFORMATION

name : moon sena (문세나)

nicknames: star, star girl, moon, nana

birthday : august 2, 1999

zodiac sign : leo

nationality : american

family : aunt, parents, older brother

languages : english (native), korean (95%), japanese (75%), thai (54%)

⤻ ♡ . PHYSCIAL INFORMATION

height : 160 cm (5'3)

body modification : earlobe and upper lobe piercings on both ears

vocal claim : belle from kiss of life

dance claim : seulgi from red velvet

⤻ ♡ . CAREER INFORMATION

stage name : sena

agency : kq entertainment (2017 - present), sour grapes media (2013 - 2016)

group : ateez (2018 - present), cupid's rejects (2014 - 2016)

debut date : october 24, 2018

positions : vocal, performer

individual fandom : sailor-pies

representative emoji : 🌱 / 🦔

mic color : lilac

signature :

⤻ ♡ . BACKGROUND

Sena Moon was born in North Bend, South Carolina on August 2, 1999 to office worker parents. She has an older brother, but not much is known about him. From a young age, Sena had always been in love with music and would always sing, dance, and even do small performances in her bedroom. She had taken a liking to artist like Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, and Girls Generation especially as her reason for wanting to be a performer. However, her parents were very against her being a singer as they didn't see it as a "real career" as they would tell her.

In 2012, Sena would get the chance to go to South Korea for the summer to stay with her aunt who was a musical actress. Sena would go with her aunt to her practices and performances and would fall even deeper in love with music. By the end of summer, Sena would beg her aunt to let her stay with her and go to school in Korea. Sena's aunt would actual gain custody of Sena during this time which allowed her to stay with her aunt in Korea. Sena would struggle with adapting to living in a new country and culture for the first few months, before she was able to begin to fit in. Through her middle school years, Sena would begin to perform at school festivals and talent shows whether by herself or with other girls and this quickly helped become scouted by different companies.

In 2013, Sena would be scouted by Sour Grapes Media and would become a trainee with her aunt's approval. During this time at Sour Grapes, Sena would seen as one of their most popular trainees mainly due to her singing and dancing. This would eventually help Sena make the lineup of the company's newest girl group Cupid's Rejects, and would debut as their Main Vocalist and Face of the Group in 2014. Sena would remain with the group until 2016 when she was removed from the group due to having used "violent language and misuse of power towards staff." this statement would eventually be proven false by her group members and staff that have worked with Sena. This would lead into a legal battle with Sena and her aunt suing the company and winning.

After this scandal, Sena would become an independent idol for several months, appearing on several popular variety shows and even releasing a few solo projects. This would last until she is approached by someone from KQ Entertainment who wanted to recruit her to their company. Sena would agree and become a trainee under the company around mid-2016. Sena would become a trainee again and rumors would spread about her debuting a soloist. Nothing officially ever came from these rumors. KQ would later announced in 2017 that Sena along with her fellow trainees would all be auditioning for MixNine and while she passed the audition she would end up ranking 14th.

After this in 2018, Sena would announced to joining the company's trainee project KQ Fellaz. Sena would finish her training and in October of 2018, she would debut in the idol group ATEEZ as a Vocalist and Performer of the group.

#ateez added member #ateez addition #ateez ninth member #ateez 9th member #ateez oc #ateez extra member #kpop oc #idol au #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #fictional idol community

[allsaiint]

↠ doom slayer/reader

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↠ description: while you had heard tales of the doom slayer's unrelenting rage and power, it was a different story when you witnessed it first hand.

↠ warnings: gratuitous butchering of canon | reader has physcial description for specific plot reasons but is otherwise neutral | feminine pronouns | descriptions of blood, gore, and violence | slayer finally doesn't try to shoot you... though he does threaten to

↠ author’s notes: more or less just a filler chapter to get to the next arc. reminder, as if the warnings aren't enough (sometimes they aren't) that i am dismantling canon bc i can and bc it fits the idea better. if two warnings aren't enough for you, you're a lost cause. as always, an ao3 link is on the masterlist. in reference to the chapter title: yes, yes i had to.

“What,” you groaned once you had picked yourself up off of the floor, “the fuck was that?”

That being the flashes of Hell that had been forced into your brain when the slayer unlocked the Helix Stone from its confinement. It had been confusing at best, full of flickering red flames and sandstone and, most prominent, the hilt of a large sword made of bone. Its eyes had been alive with the fires of Hell, if one was feeling poetic. You were not, truth be told.

It was Hayden that answered, though you got the sense it was more out of convenience than an actual interest in giving you one. His excitement was a little too palpable when he said, “The Crucible. That’s what Olivia was after. Vega, do you have the location?”

“I do, Dr. Hayden. Transmitting now. The signal is showing it to be in the Great Steppe— the Titan’s realm. You will need another Argent Accumulator, however, and the only one left in this sector is in Specimen CD597.”

“Woah, woah, wait,” you said, throwing your hands up. The instant that the A.I. listed the numbers, cold anxiety spilled down your spine. “Specimen CF597? The Cyberdemon?”

An Argent Accumulator was a cylinder made of a heat resistant alloy mined from another planet outside of the solar system. Inside of it was a refined version of something known as Argent Energy, which the facility pumped from the Argent Fracture. While the UAC told humanity that Argent Energy was just plasma found beneath the surface of Mars, the truth was much darker. Argent Plasma, before it became energy, was the source of power that kept the Hell realm functioning. No one had yet discovered how it was made— or at least, no one had informed you. You only learned of it after having been reassigned to the Lazarus Complex, and the knowledge had rocked not once, but twice now that the memory resurfaced thanks to Vega.

The Argent Accumulator that Vega was specifically referring to was in the chest of the biggest, most volatile demon in containment on the entire planet. During the Second Manned Lazarus Expedition into the Great Steppe, the teams came upon the petrified remains of a massive Titan that later research revealed to be an ancient Baalgar demon. Corrax tablets— the name given to the written history of the demons by the demons— suggested that the Baalgar demons were once Shadow Lords, a high rank amongst demonic ‘nobles’. 

Upon being brought back, experiments began on the remains. It was soon discovered that, upon exposing them to small doses of Argent Energy, the flesh would respond and grow. From what you knew, the scientists began to meld cybernetic technology into the slowly regrowing demon. You were unsure of the finer technicalities behind it, but somehow— and for some reason— they gave the demon the ability to control the Argent Accumulator they implanted in its chest. This gave it the ability to administer Argent Energy to itself as needed but, as expected, they lost control of it. When they allowed it to awaken, it went on a rampage in the lower sector, and they were forced to contain it in holding cell 6— the only one large enough and strong enough to contain it. 

“That is correct,” Vega  answered as the slayer pulled you along behind him. “I have uploaded its coordinates to you.”

“Once you have extracted the accumulator, it should become unstable enough to send you back to their world.” That was Hayden, who sounded unconcerned by any and all of what they had just found out. “We can control your point of entry with the tether system in your suit, and extract you once you have retrieved the Crucible. I must insist, however, that you leave her  out of it—”

Whatever other objections he had were cut off by the obnoxious klaxon of the warning system. A too calm female voice came over the intercom, announcing that a lockdown was in effect due to an extremely high demonic presence, which preceded the actual appearance of the demons by milliseconds.

Figuring that it was as good a time as any to make yourself scarce, you ducked the volley of fireballs cast by Imps in your, but more specifically the slayer’s, direction. Slipping and sliding on their entrails as he cleaned house with nothing but a shotgun, you threw yourself into the relative safety of an overhang, tucking into a corner made by the wall and the staircase. 

The Imps, you came to learn, were just the appetizer, keeping the slayer occupied until the larger demons could make their way through portals. At first it was a handful of Hell Knights, their thunderous steps overpowering the rapid fire of the heavy assault rifle the slayer utilized against them. The cacophony would have been aggravating to begin with, but coupled with the fact that you were overwhelmed by— just about everything, it was all you could do to watch the devastation unfold.

You shrieked when the obliterated pieces of a Hell Knight corpse splattered to the floor from over the railing, following on the heels of an electrical warping sound. The slayer himself appeared right after, and the impact of 350 lbs of metal clad man on a metal floor was  thunderously deafening. Your head, already spinning from the chaos happening, positively vibrated when he landed. The entire room swirled, the lights of Argent Energy and Plasma and fireballs and bullets all spiralling into one another until you were unable to tell where any of it began or ended.

When the Mancubus demons showed up next, you knew right away. The putrid stench they carried with them, whether it was their own rotting flesh or that of their consumed victims, was recognizable from miles away. Being so close forced you to lean over to dry heave for the second time in less than four hours. There was nothing left, not even bile to come up, but that never stopped your stomach from trying. The smell only grew worse when the slayer took the first one down. You had the luck of witnessing it explode first hand with a well aimed shot from the Gauss Cannon. The superheated plasma tore through the poor stitching that held its stomach together. The flesh inside ignited, dousing the slayer and the surrounding demons in a layer of its acidic bile. While the armor he wore was untouched, the Imps that had the unfortunate pleasure of being covered began to melt almost right away. The same would have happened to you if you had hid anywhere besides under the balcony overhand, but you watched it splatter at your feet to eat holes in the thin metal.

Without skipping a beat, a second Mancubus fired at the slayer from the floor above. The blast sent the slayer sliding back on his heels, through the thick soup of blood and viscera that coated the floor. It rolled down his armor, mixing with the vile concoction that made up the Mancubus’s weapon. Your shriek was drowned out by the powerful explosion that followed, caused by the slayer launching up to the second floor, drawing too close to the Mancubus. The room lit up with orange and a sound like a flamethrower before the slayer reappeared. Where he hit the railing sent him cartwheeling down but you, in spite of your near sheer terror, found yourself impressed that he still managed to land on his feet. As if he had meant to do it, the Gauss Cannon withdrew and a third explosion rent the air. Innards and viscera and unnameable other gunk rained down, adding to the puddles already on the floor. 

It had grown so thick that it began to seep towards you and, faced with the choice of being eaten through with acid or traipsing through the mess, you scrambled to your feet and picked your way around the portions of flooring that had been eaten through.

“Damn, but you are terrifying,” you said upon reaching the slayer. The level of carnage he had left in the Archive Room was on par with the mess the cultists had left in the rest of the complex. Splatters reached all the way to the ceiling and had coated the Helix Stone so thoroughly it was reduced to illegibility. It was impressive.

In response, the slayer grunted. With the muzzle of his still hot shotgun, he nudged you in the back, indicating you walk ahead of him. A staircase was opening around the stone’s display case but, at the top, you came to a stop.

“Woah, woah, wait, I just remembered something,” you said, throwing your hands out to rebalance where the slayer had almost knocked you down them anyway. “Did you find the weapons development lab?”

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you found yourself jerked around. The slayer was glaring at you , eyes narrowed, before they cut to his shotgun.

“If I may,” Vega said, attempting at delicacy, “I believe he means, Why do you ask? As far as we have discovered, he is incapable of speech.”

You clicked your tongue. “I ask because, if you’re going to face the Cyberdemon then dive into Hell, and insist on dragging me along, then I would like to give me the best odds of escaping again. Vega, the BFG is still in containment, right?”

The A.I. made a noise of understanding. “Most prudent. It is indeed still in the development lab in the Advanced Research Complex.”

“All the way upstairs,” you murmured, cupping your chin. “What’s the status of the tram topside?”

“All power has been diverted from non-essentials. The tram is one of them. I can divert power from the elevators, but you will need a clearance keycard—”

“Vega, please, remember who you’re talking to. Bypassing the system would be much faster than looking for whatever shambling corpse has the damn card.” You paused to scan the slayer up and down. “I know you don’t trust me because I look like a demon, but I really do just want to help. Do you want to go up and get this gun or carry on? The longer the portal is open, the harder it’ll be to close, but I’ve heard horror stories about what’s in the Steppe. It might be worth backtracking.”

You could see his eyes narrow in what you assumed to be suspicion, but his desire for a really big fucking gun was evidently stronger than his baser instincts. With the shotgun, he motioned you onward, back towards the elevator. It was a short, silent, and awkward ride back up. If only you had had elevator music to complete the picture, it would have been perfect.

“It will take me a moment to reroute power,” Vega said once the doors had opened. “The lights will dim, but do not be alarmed.”

The platform was still empty where the slayer had obliterated the demons earlier. Their bodies had been transported back to Hell upon death, but evidence of the battle remained— bloodied bodies and chunks, the blackened evidence of missile strikes on the walls, and the broken door that the slayer had entered the room through that was now demolished in its entirety. He was the true definition of a one man army, and it made you take a closer look at his suit.

“Dr. Hayden’s given you access to the Argent Cells, hasn’t he?”

The slayer turned to you, shoulders stiffening beneath his armor. Considering his hatred for demons, you found it a tad hypocritical that he was using energy mined from Hell to power himself up. Then again, perhaps it was a sort of poetic justice. Regardless and considering you liked your head where it was at, you were keeping any and all opinions to yourself.

Well, except for one.

“It also looks like Dr. Hayden added slots like the Elite Guards have in their armor,” you said, circling around the slayer’s back. “Chips are for security alerts per complex, mostly. They contain maps too, though, and the locations for weapons caches— pretty much in case something like this ever happened. Hey, Vega, how much longer?”

“Still a few minutes more.”

When you beckoned to the slayer after that, you expected more resistance than you got. There was still a healthy amount of suspicion, as evidenced by the way he pointed the shotgun at you before falling into step behind. The doors still hissed in a half-hearted attempt at closing, but the slayer had damaged the hydraulics so thoroughly that electrical sparks showered you as you passed through. 

You led him back up to the laboratory, where the four Mancubus demons that had previously occupied the tables now lay in scattered but no less revolting pieces. In the grand scheme of things, you were happier to be sidestepping a few smelly chunks than skirting around full and lumbering demons.

Just up the steps was a lone table, propped up like it had been holding the Mancubus as a museum exhibit. There was just enough space for the slayer to slip between the table and the railing for the left hand staircase, following you into an unobtrusive alcove. 

“A lot of caches are hidden like this,” you said, pressing on one of the decorative panels in the wall. It popped out and rotated to reveal a code panel, into which you put your own identification number. No one but guards, the head engineers, and the lead scientists were allowed access to them, mostly because no one else had need for what ammunition was hidden inside. The panel disappeared and the wall slid in with a pressurized hiss, then up into the ceiling. “Well, that’s convenient.”

Just inside the door, propped against a crate, was one of the Elite Guards. The pool of blood around him had long since dried, and in his hand was a stun baton. As if that would do any good against anything more than a Possessed.

The slayer moved past you while you crouched, and while you patted at the guard’s vest you heard the clatter of metal on metal. With your fingers pinching the chip, you looked up to find that he had broken the lock off of a crate full of shotgun ammo. Into one of the numerous metal supply pouches that adorned his armor went handfuls of shells, stacked neatly within reach. Next, as you yanked the chip from its slot, the lock on the crate for missiles for the rocket launcher was broken. Those were locked into the belt on his back, a dozen or so along with some mini-missiles off of his hip. 

“Here,” you said, holding the chip out to show him. “I don’t know what this one will give you, if you want me to plug it in. Vega might be able to locate more using the signals, but—”

“I am afraid not. The signals have been corrupted by the Hell Portal’s opening,” the A.I. responded. “You may be able to access them via a security data terminal.”

The slayer handed the chip back to you and, in spite of what you guessed was his better judgement, knelt down so you could reach the designated spot. It was a perfect fit, and the slayer pressed a few buttons on his arm guard before standing. He turned then and stepped into your personal space. Unsure of what to make of it considering everything else so far, you put your hands up as a useless barrier between you, and took a step back. 

“Two pieces of good news,” Vega said, startling you. The slayer had just reached out with one massive hand, up towards your banded horns, but it dropped at the sound of the A.I.’s voice. “One, I have successfully rerouted power to the tram. You need only make it to the lab and back to the tram once you have collected the weapon. Two, the chip you have has the locations of all of the weapons caches within the facility.”

“There’s a security terminal up in the ARC too, in the same area as the BFG,” you said, dragging your thumb across your lip. “In theory, there might be a guard up there as well, considering how important that lab is. Also in theory, if I can find a blank chip or a chip that proves useless to us, I can reprogram it to bounce back the signals from the others.”

“Well, whatever you decide to do, you must hurry. The longer the portal is open—”

“Yeah, well, it won’t do us any good if this guy dies before closing it, so the few extra minutes it’ll take to get the gun should prove worth it, especially against the Cyberdemon— or god forbid we meet a Titan.” You paused, narrowing your eyes at the slayer, who was rummaging through a crate full of grenades. “Remind me why I have to go with you?”

It was Vega that answered, of course, saying, “I believe he distrusts leaving you unguarded. It is fair reasoning, given we do not know how the transformation might effect you the longer it goes on.”

That logic was hard to refute, even if you still disliked it. Then again, who would like being dragged into the depths of hell by a man who was somehow twice as likely to tear their head off as literal demons were? You knew how you felt when you woke up, which had been confused but still human. Even terrified by the slayer and all of the demons, you had never stopped feeling human. Only looking down at your hands reminded you of your new appearance, or when wisps of your white hair fell loose from the tie holding it back. On those occasions, you would push it back with your fingers only to be stymied by the horns twisting up from the center of your skull. 

You returned to the platform to find the tram ready and waiting with the doors open. The slayer stood silent sentry, shotgun propped on his arm while you fiddled with wires and pressed buttons. You could appreciate that he was putting some faith into you and had listened to your suggestions and followed your advice so far. At least this time there was no direct warning, with the barrel of the gun pointing towards the window instead of at your back. 

The power went off with a barely audible click but, before the slayer could begin to think you had betrayed him, it came on once more and the doors began to close. Pressing one last button to get the tram moving, you turned to him and lifted a shoulder.

“Vega rerouted the power, but I had to reroute power away from the key pass in the panel,” you explained, tapping the glass. “Meant turning it off for a sec.”

The slayer stood still for a moment, silent as ever, then grunted.

You supposed, considering Vega failed to elucidate, it was a good sign. 

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#doom slayer x reader #doom guy x reader #doomguy x reader #doomslayer x reader #doom (2016) #doom 2016 #tw blood #tw gore #tw violence

[tu-es-gegg]

if you don't know me basically i came up with a story where the entire magic system was based around the French suit of playing cards which are different Houses which are as follows;  Spades (Air) are the scholars where most are the notabilities, Diamonds (Earth/Flora) are merchant traders, Clubs (Fire) are the warriors and Hearts (Water) are like the bishop/caretakers, the rankings are how powerfult heir are and kind determine their status kinda

So far in my head, the SootCraft family are all Spades like I physcially cannot imagine Phil being NOT King of Spades and Wilbur Jack of Spades. the kids all start off as aces so both Tallulah and Chayanne are Aces of Spades.

Then Forever is King of Hearts and Richas most likely will also be Ace of Hearts. I’m undecided if Baghera would be a Queen/Jack of Hearts or Clubs because she feels like both to me, both being family community oriented and very head strong. (Queen is  different from Jack in teh sense that the Jack is about to become either a King or Queen, its not really gender based at all its more that Queens are connected to the people, Kings lead the people mainly)

Bad might be also Queen of Hearts or something (and skeppy can be diamonds because why the hell not)

Dapper and Ramon, my Aces of Clubs, my little guys

ig dramatrio can all be hearts thats very fitting of them three

Pomme is kinda Spades coded, by how much shes docile and not that much instinctual,

ETOILES IS DIAMONDS CODED SO DIAMONDS CODED HE MIGHT AS WELL BE JACK OR 10 OF DIAMONDS FIGHT ME

Tazercraft i like the idea of Pac being Clubs and Mike being Diamonds, it feels fitting for them somehow, probably both of them being 6 of their suits respectively

Cellbit is Spades I don’t make teh rules, Seven of Spades, he is that

Roier is Diamonds just by how giving freely his own love away and its traded back as others love as well, he is very well connected to people and gives most of himself and sometimes he gets betrayed but he gives anyway

Jaiden is SO Hearts, Queen of hearts or Ten of Hearts, she loved Bobby so much and seh cares abotu others evry much she will do anything,

 (Diamonds indicators how they interact with their givings and recievings, what they trade for and the effort to do so, for Etoiles its both material and metaphysical by just how much effort he aspires for the hunt, Roier its metaphorical with his own heart and love, its about the tradddeeees boys)

(for me hearts is fully emotional coded, its the connections and the value of their connections if it makes sense, the dramatrio they value their family above all else)

Charlie and Mariana, Hearts coded to all hell btw but also Clubs coded to an extent, both have things to do with emotional passion, both to each other and to their daughter, like they value that connection between them very much more than anything even if it hurts them (esp by how much fuckin much fire symbolsim in them liek jesus) Juana must eb Clubs tho, its very important.

Quackity GOD hes so Ace of Diamonds, he trades everything and gets nothing in return, bitchless behaviour hes so sad

(and tilin is Clubs my little bastard)

and then ElQuackity can be Ace of Spades, HEHEHEHEH IT MAKES SENSE

uhhhhhh Vegetta and Foolish also Clubs coded, Kings or both can be Eights, they are builders adn creatives, very action in their actions (ha), plus Leo being Clubs makes so much sense

*bangs table8 MAXO DIAMONDS CODED, 5 OF DIAMONDS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

to obe continues i guesss when i think abotu more at like 12 am

#txt post #qsmp #random shit i know but like hang with me here #its very late for me i am being insane over my oc story

[azrielfiend]

explanations below

monk: their associated color is yellow and they are physcially weaker than other slugs

survivor: because its cool and it contrasts nightcat (giving them white would blend so i swapped them)

hunter: look man i have no idea. tealblood was mostly random but candy red mutant makes more sense because theyre modified by nsh and red fits my hunter more

gourmand: bronzebloods are like. physically the strongest low caste excluding the highbloods and indigos and also bceause my gourmand is orange so! it fits

artificer: being a rebellious rustblood sounds cool. also fits their associated color

spearmaster: omg. you are such a genius cassie. anyways they are a mime. GET IT . GEIT IT YOU GETY ok i also made them purple bc of color

rivulet: self explanatory. pink fish

saint: associated color. would also fit in that elegance theme that jades always have

nightcat: to contrast survivor. their blood also shine like stars.

inv: you know those sparklefur ocs with a bunch of rainbow on them? and you know that scene when karkat gets hurt and his blood is just flashing colors with question marks???? that. how? dont ask me!!

man what the fuck am i doing with my life (saying as i am drawing them as trolls

#post #hs!slugcats

[cowboyjen68]

Hello, can I ask you for some advice on how to stop disliking your height? I'm pretty much the same height as you, so about 5'3 or 5'4, which is about average for women in my country. When it comes to other unchangeable things like body hair and facial features and even personality I don't really care what others think, but with height specifically I always get a little upset whenever I see memes online making fun of shorter people, esp women, or when some people on here (sometimes so-called feminists) imply shorter women are ALWAYS weak physically and inferior in every way or are childlike. I don't even struggle with anything in particular, but these kinda things do get to me sometimes.

I am 5'3 and have been this height since 10th grade. I thought of myself as "average" even when I played volleyball because I just happen to play on the shortes team in our league. 5'1 the shortest and 5'8 being the tallest.

Then sometimes people will meet me, and it happens all the time, they will say 'WOW I thought you were tall!" In my head I started thinking.. maybe I am short? I guess I didn't put too much stock into it because I just didn't think about myself in comparson to others until others pointed it out.

Short women like me need to learn somethings. LIKE leverage is our friend. What we lack in height we make up for ingenuity. I can lift a hay bale but I have to use my knee, other bales, some creative movement. We learn that we can't reach things but we don't hit our head as much. When we fall we are closer to the ground.

Tall people deal with stupid questions. "how's the weather?" "OMG HOW tall ARE you?" Tall women get called intimidating or manly even if they are quite feminine.

No woman escaped the scrutiny of society. It seems to always find something to point out as Non conforming.

The most powerful butch I know is my best friend Jen. She has climbed all seven summits in the world (8 actually), over came an injured knee to climb a peak in Antartica, and can cut/stack wood or pile hay bales all day with me and she is my height. 5'3.

BUT one does not have to be physcially strong to be perfect fine. Not everyone, not every butch even, has physical health or strength. Our worth is not based on physical power, although some might have it and love that trait about themselves, not everyone does.

Outside bullshittery is rampant in our world, expecially since the internet came along and many people seem to think it is the place to come on and criticise and demean anyone they want, often for zero reasons other than just to be a Keyboard Jackass.

I guarantee people, friends who care about you love you the way you are and your height plays no part in that. If you have a girlfriend chances are your lack of tallness is very much apart of why she is attracted to you.

I have been lovingly called a Pocket Sized Butch. Yeah... I lll take that. It fits me. My last girlfriend is 5'9 and she thought (and told me so) she loved it when I stood on my tipee toes to get a kiss.

Pay no heed to those who have criticism of anything you can't change, hell, even stuff you can change. Be you.

#short #short women #butch #pocket sized lesbian

[toaster-selfships]

💗, 💭, 🎵 , 😳, 😖 , 🚫, 💘, 💓 for the pining stage ask game!!

Eek!! Thank you so so much for all the thingies!! I love doing these so I'll never turn down being handed a fistfull of them >w<!!

I'll do this whole one for Lightning!!

💗 was either of you flirty during the pining stage?

Lightning was quite flirty and forward. Unfortunately this got to me very badly(flustered me like crazy) and made it impossible for me to be subtle about how I felt about him

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

I definitely daydreamed about him more often I think, not that we were ever too far apart once we met so there wasn't a lot of time for daydreaming since we were always right in each other's presence!

🎵 are there any songs that describe your pining stage?

My playlist is for him is still very much a work a work in progress, but as of right now SOS by Rihanna is probably the most fitting. Could go for either of us thinking about each other haha!

😳 what moment flustered them the most?

Normally I'm the one busy being flustered so any time I reciprocated any flirting or jokes about implying I have romantic feelings for him would get him flustered and caught off gaurd!

😖 what moment flustered you the most?

He's oddly cuddly and physcially affectionate so each time he got really close to me or snuggled up to me even during the pining stage knocked me into next Tuesday and back

🚫 what was holding you/them back from making a move or confessing your feelings?

Slightly very funny answer here. I had trouble confessing my feelings to me cause I didn't think I had a shot with him(even if he was quite clear about how he felt towards me) not to mention I was mostly too busy being flustered my brain would flatline and melt any time at the mere thought of asking him out. He didn't have too much trouble making moves or anything, but he did have a delayed "am i gay??"(bi, really) crisis, even THOUGH he had spent plenty of time flirting with me. I thought it was hilarious though. Famous N.ASCAR rookie racer put in to gay relationship

💘 (if applicable) what moment made them realize they were in love with you?

As if him flirting with me wasn't dead giveaway enough, he realized that maybe he enjoyed seeing me flustered and flirting with me a little toooooo much

💓 (if applicable) what moment made you realize you were in love with them?

I liked him technically before I even met him, since I always watch races and stuff, it just transformed from "my first and last stupid celebrity(?) crush" to "oh boy I actually love him" as I got to get to know him

#self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #hides my face behind pillow while typing this whole thing

[crypticbydesign]

Here's something I realized;

I just realized that my dream.of being a real fit dude and looking like it will never, ever happen. Like ever.

I can be fit. I can be as fit as i want. I possibly will get strong enough to meet my goals (picking up my friends and spinning them around despite them weighing more than me and being much taller than me.) But i will never look like it, if i'm lucky when i transition i'll get a bit more visible muscle, but not much.

The reasoning behind this is that my dad has a genetic condition that causes him to not process the proteins needed to create visible muscle. (He still is very fit for being in his mid 50's and has a bit of tum/it isnt defined as abs) but he can carry 120 pounds (3 bags of roughly 40ish lbs wood pellets) on one shoulder. With minimal trouble. But he doesn't look like he should be able to do this. He doesn't have a lot of visible muscle because of his condition.

Knowing all this about him is important because I just got work out equipment (two five lbs weights and an eight lb kettlebell weight) in order to try to get some abs and some more visible muscle since i have noodle arms. I knew that it was extremely possible that I also had this condition because i have trouble with gaining weight/having it fluctuate (which my dad also struggles (struggled with.) (Not sure if he really struggles now that he's a bit older and his metabolism has slowed down due to it). And for the fact that in highschool (last 2 years) i was carrying a haybale that was sopping wet by myself. (That was closeish to 100+ lbs cause square bales are 80 lbs dry and straw/hay holds water like no other). I had a bit more visible muscle than i do now (not much cause other than lugging horse stuff around a barn and working fast food i didnt work out. And now i work in fast food and work out at least once a week. Usually only once a week).

My dad also confirmed that even without genetic testing there's a pretty much 100% chance i have the same condition. I am gonna be my tiny 5'1 self and be 120 pounds and carry my friends that weight more than me and i wont look like i'll be able to!! Thats gonna be awesome! 😈 One of my goals is to pick up my manager friend he's about 6' tall and he said over 200lbs. It's my goal to pick him up and spin him around. Preferably one armed. (The one arm i know aint realistic but i can dream aight?) I'm gonna be so good at huggin!

This also goes hand in hand with something else that gives me gender euphoria; being happy and bubbly. I say 'good mornin' to everyone at work as soon as i see them. Sometimes in my regular voice, sometimes in my customer service voice, sometimes in a silly voice for a specific person. I've had people cuss me out over doing this or say that it's not very manly of me to do that. As if showing love and affection is a gender related thing. I've had to explain to them that i do it because i want my coworkers to smile; i want them to have a good day and if i can bring a moment of happiness by singling them out to call them by name and say good morning then i will and not one person can stop me.

What i don't tell them is that i can not physcially find worth in myself or think that i matter, but I think that every single person i work with matters, that they have an immeasurable amount of worth and by saying something as simple as good morning and getting a smile or a laugh or even a 'dude it's not morning anymore.' And having to explain that if it can be 5 o'clock anywhere it can be morning at 2pm and that gives methe most gender euphoria because through everything in that moment they're seeing the true me; unmasked and a happy little dude.

#gender euphoria #transgender #transmasc #trans masc #workout #weight lifting

[dballzposting]

Your recent posts abt trunks’ gt outfit are making me actually want to analyze how he could have conceptualized this fit. Because he’s a trendy young man who is part of the business world & is also the son of the two fiercest fashionistas in the whole city NEITHER of whom would ever wear such a thing…it is truly a feat that he managed to put together the dorkiest possible outfit given all of those factors

AAUGH

HIS OTUFIT USED TO DRIVE ME SO BONKERS THAT I HAD 0 WORDS FOR IT .. LIKE ID THINK OF IT AND IMMEDIATELY HAVE TO COMMIT A PHYSCIAL ACTION (A COMICAL PUNCH TO A WALL OFTEN) OR SMTH BC I COULD NOT HANDLE IT..... Very hard on me becasue I need to articulate what I think and feel but I AM NOT A WORDSMITH and I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FASHION !!!! I remember so many days just being STUCK but KNOWING that there was something PHENOMENAL there IF ONLY I HAD THE JARGON AND TACTICAL APPLICATION ..

I'm a little over it now but I pretend not to be bc I'm finally actually watching GT so yeah. I'm just a little late is all.

This is an AMAZING ASK ... ! HIS FASHION SENSE IS TRULY NOTHING LIKE HIS FASHIONISTA PARENTS .. ! EVEN the way that both their tastes have changed over the years, GT Trunks is still an original .

WHY ? IDK but it feels so right on him. I CANT IMAGINE THE CHILL AND EPIC TEEN AT THR END OF Z WEARING A NECKERCHIEF THO. But then again 5 years ago I could not imagine myself wearing the beautiful shite that I do now . So

AND LIKE .. IT'S NIT JUST THE SHORTS .. IT'S THE EJCJUSVEXN??? DJDJ.... IT'S THE SWEATER HE WEARS UNDERNEATH THE COAT ..?!?!?

Bc it is PROOF it is PROOF it is PROOF that he KNOWS he looks good ....!!!!!!! Hes not dorky and daft . Hes part of the business world like you said. And hes very conscious of his reputation and role. HE TUCKS THAT SWEATER INTO HIS HUGE SHORTS. HIS LONG-SLEEVE BLACK SWEATSHIRT. And it's amazing!!!!!!! What was he thinking???????

The contrast of ALL those tantalizing layers against HIS BARE KNEES. WHAT WAS HE THINKING??????

His huge white shorts. WHAT WAS HE THINKING?????

Is he advant garde or am I just an ignorant bitch ?!

Is he a fashion genius ?! I don't know what he sees. I don't know what he thinks other people see. I domt know what he likes and what is just incidental. I dont know what he knows and what he doesnt know. BUT I KNOW THIS. I dont fucking have what it takes to wear his outfit . But I understand it. It's close to my heart. And I just cant stand it sometimes .

I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FASHION but I could talk for a long time about Vegeta's fucked up GT fashion and Fierce Fashion Friday and how Bra inherited his fierce disposition and how her outfits are perfection and all that. And I could talk my damndest about Bulma's changing tastes that all fall under the umbrella of hip and classy and acceptable. And I could talk about Future Trunks and how he is so clearly Bulma's boy. And I could talk about present Trunks in Z and in Super and all of his swaggy fits.

BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO TALK ABT GT TRUNKS. As soon as he put on that neckerchief he became unknowable . Hes a great mystery. Thank you for the ask SUCH AN IMPORTSNT THING TO SAY....!!!

#dballz posting #dballz asks

[n0ct0urn1quet]

unbelievably in love with my gf rn but i have decided NOT to ramble in the tags and am instead rambling in the post but only bc i have lots to say ant it literally would not fit in the tags . ANYWAYS KJDFKLJDFKLGH @vergildotcom

i just :] she is so prety,,,,so shaped,,,,,,unbelievably shaped (positive),,,,,,everything abt her physcially is just !!!!!! lovely!!!!!!!!!!!! she is so round and chubby and very much pillow shaped (which is epic bc honestly? the pillows i have rn are flat and i wake up with a sore neck every morning. however if i just use my gf as a pillow i wake up with NO sore neck and NO back pain or anything . literally she is a much more comfier pillow than my Two Actual Pillows DJKSJKG)..... shes so . bfhnjg :)

and she is just !!!!!!!!!11 so kind.......so sweet.............ealierer we were talking n i was all yearny n she was like "bro whats that" n im like "w,,,,,,whats what,,,," n shes like "whats that on ur face" n imall confused ?? so im like "idk bro,,,,,,,,,,,," n then shes like !!!!!!!!!!!! "*mwah*!!! its me!!!!!" n im like :O :O :O :O :O !!!!!!!! its u!!!!!!!!!!1 on my face giving me a kis!!!!!!!!! waow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <:]

idk im just thinking so hard abt her rn she makes me . verey haby. n not to get kinda sentimental ig but i rly need to reliaze that. like. i dont Need to worry about a lot of things. i dont need to worry about taking a picture of myself n thinking that i look bad in the picture or i dont need to worry about how my brain works or anything like that bc. she'll lov me regardless. i could send a picture of myself who just woke up and i could have my hair be all crazy and wacky and all over the place and she would be like "u look prebby :)". i could have an Episode n get all anxious ovr something dumb n she would b there to help n even if there wasnt something she could rly Do to help she would at least . Be There. n thas all that matters to me

idk i just <:] i just lov her a lot yk,,,,,shes just. the nicest person iv ever met. im very very lucky to have met her and sometimes it baffles me that we met completely on Accident. i remember a while ago her n i talking n she told me she found my tumblr blog completely on accident bc she meant to click on someone elses blog but ended up clicking on mine n its just. it is baffling to think that if she hadnt accidentally clicked on my tumblr blog 4 years ago we might not have even. like. met each other at all.

thats another thing i think about! sometimes i think about. my Life. before i met her and before i rly joined tumblr. back when i was living with my dad n mom in a not very safe household. n sometimes i wish i could go back n prevent them from splitting up or think about how my dad couldve gotten better if he had just gotten therapy for his issues but. the thing is. if all of that happened and he did get help where would i be. i dont think i would have ever joined tumblr because my dad didnt rly want me on any social media at all so i dont think i would have even met maria. so sometimes in a weird twisted way im Glad all of that bad stuff happpened bc. if im being honest, if it never happened i wouldnt have moved in with my sister, she would have never shown me tumblr, i would have never made an account and i would have never met maria. n idk thats juts wacky to think about. yeah those events left me with severe trauma n a shit ton of other mental issues but it led me to the girl who kinda saved my life in a way so for that ig im just thankful that all of it happened. i mean yeah i got a fucked up brain now but heehee i have a gf and she makes me happy and i loveve her :]

and idk just !!!!!!!!!!! knowing that in a few years or less we could be moving in with each other,,,,,,,groughg it makes me happy. so happy. and its just so weird to think about bc we've been together for 4 years and in like the first year or two we were togteher we kinda didnt rly vc a whole lot n we couldnt rly video chat so all we rly had was jus talking thru tumblr/discord and we both desperately wanted to see each other but we jus. couldnt. n we wanted to try n raise like $300 or something to come see each other but its kinda funny bc like all we were worried about is seeing each other. we didnt think about like if i would stay with her in her house (she was living in a . very very very very small place at the time) or like if my mom would be coming with me or if the ppl she lived with even like Knew About Me so its kinda funny how we just wanted to meet in person without. actually thinking about it n planning it all out SKJDKJJKG but then we actually did kinda get somewhere this year where like. it was maybe most likely going to happen. i was gonna come visit her and my mom was gonna come n my gf n i were just gonna . visit for a few weeks. unfortuantely that didnt end up happening because someone moved in with us and now we're nearly broke and just straight up cannot afford it but. we're still working on it

but as i was saying its just wild how in the first year or two that wer were together we were so . desperate n upset that we couldnt see each other much. n it was definitely a lil bit rough. n we just kept saying that each day that passes means we're getting closer to seeing each other and like. here we are, 4 years later, with a very slim chance that it might still happen. i mean we still have the rest of july and like early august to plan something out. its a bit late and its very very expensive rn for me and my mom to travel but if we're lucky things might work out. my sister might move out within the nxet month or so, mom might get a raise, she might be able to afford to travel, stuff like that. its a small percentage but its not 0. and plus even if we dont visit we can still vc and video chat when we want to, and plus no matter what happens im STILL going to go live with her n im STILL for sure 100% going to meet her Eventually. lke its for sure gonna happen n its gonna b very epic :]

sorey this is. a lot !!!!!!1 sorey pepper if this is too long or anytihng ik ur used to reading just small gayposts but like i said earlier i am ni a very rambly mood n i want nothing mor than to just make u happy n put a lil smile on ur face befor u go to bed. u make me rly rly happy n ur just very very important to me. i love u so very much hunny,, seep well ,,,, i lob u :] :]

#my lobely beloby..... my scrimblo bimblo !!!!!! my grimbly snibly!!!!!! #luv u :]

[rainydawgradioblog]

lyrics to life, a deep dive into the artist and the fan

helloooo!! my name is mya and this is my first RDR blog post!! (i’m super excited if you can’t already tell)

the coolest person i know has been writing for RDR for a while now and when she showed me her article all about the album songs by adrianne lenker, i knew that i wanted to be a part of this community too. sooo this first blog is gonna be about the songs that make up me, so you all can get to know her (spoiler, adrianne lenker makes a heartbreaking appearance on it)!!

1. "true blue" by boygenius

wow. no better way to begin than a song all about female friendship and connection. i grew up with a single mom, my older sister, and two older brothers. my mother and sister serve as power figures in my life and i can’t help but think of them during the line, 

your love is tough / your love is tried and true blue. 

the past few months living without them has given our love for each other a stronger foundation, and has become even more apparent in the 6 missed calls i get per day. it is an equally irritating yet comforting thought. but this song also pays homage to the lovely friends i’ve made in all seasons of my life. my emilee, my hope, my ify, my carly, and so many more incredible woman that built who i am today become alive in the line, 

i remember who i am / when i’m with you. 

2. "not a lot, just forever" by adrianne lenker

looking for a painfully heartbreaking song? hey right here!! bonus, this one physcially hurts to listen to!! my roommate once told me that my biggest strength but also weakness is how hard i love. this was after i went on an in depth rant on how the rest of my life would look if my situationship and i admitted our feelings for each other (spoiler, the feelings in question are definitely not reciprocated), 

through your eyes i see / a smile you bring to me / to your joy i tether / not a lot, just forever.

despite constant heartbreak, i continue to fall hopelessly in love because one day i’ll get to experience a life resembling this line, 

i could be a good mother / and i wanna be your wife. 

i just really love LOVE. the idea of falling in love with someone and just being like, “i dont need that much of you, just all of it!!” like yes adrianne, we want every inch of the person we love so we can love them entirely. 

3. "gramercy park" by alicia keys

this song is for the people who mold themselves to the ray of someone’s energy so they can feel more loved. unhealthy, i know!! who in their right mind would do that (...), 

i’ve been trying to fulfill you with your every need / now you falling for a person that’s not even me. 

her performance on tiny desk concert was incredibly moving. alicia keys has been telling it like it is since her first hit fallin’ (also my go-to karaoke song) which she performs for tiny desk beautifully. in this song especially, she describes the inner pleas of needing someone to stay so bad that you lose who you are trying to fit yourself into their narrative, 

cause i forgot about the person i used to be.

i found her eventually, but at what cost!!

4. "lifetime" by faye webster

i live through a dreamscape fog called optimism, faye webster does too though so my feelings are valid. the word lifetime is mostly just repeated (honorable mention to the lyric, “can’t imagine me / before you / in a lifetime”), so the main focal point of this song is it’s mellow and rhythmic tone that showcase a seductively lucid-esque tone. lifetime also takes the crown for being so versatile, with making the cut for both my playlists for sex and for crying before bed! 

5. "keep the rain" by searows

what if i just love this song!! what if there is no significance to it!! 

nothings ever really quiet / when you need distraction to survive.

for my mental stability, lets end it here!!

it’s been fun,

mya

[kjlfs]

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i used to be kinda skinny and i miss it. i was still soft in a lot of places and my thighs touched but i was able to wear smalls and mediums and i cant fit into most of my clothes from college anymore. i started dating and gained it all back and i would think it'll be tricky to starve again since we live together but i dont think he even notices. it hurts really bad but it's also such a good thing. i need to track my food and calories but today i've had two cheese cubes and half a monster and im very proud of myself! yesterday i had to go to dinner but my stomach is already used to little food so i physcially couldn't eat more than half of what i got. here's to hoping my bf doesn't notice. he said it "wasn't his responsibility" if i ate anyways, so that's even more motivation. i need to start working out but we share a car so it'll be with him which is fine. at least im working now and constantly on my feet so hopefully i' start losing it all again

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As a designer/creative, you could also explore creative, visual and non-logical methods to create new typologies, if consistent with your strategy. E.g., do you notice half the elements are pink in colour or hand-crafted? Is this interesting, helpful, or offer opportunities or limitations worth considering?

I noticed that a lot of the objects have handwritten typography in them - upon further reflection, a lot of the media I collect features handwritten typography in conjunction with typed text - often to show the contrast between their emotions in the moment/the piece of sentimentalism and them looking at it now. I could do something similar? juxtapose the handwritten text to typed/maybe even virtual text?

What do your current categories tell you about the elements contained in them?

the elemtns within the categories are pretty personal or link to me in speicifc - to another person these objects wouldnt mean the same, or they would have their own set of objects that hold memories of the everyday life in them.

What underpins your categorisations? Are the elements grouped by a key characteristic, material or medium – or something else? e.g. typography, fluid type, poster design, etc?

they are linked currently by themes or associations - by underneath that there are themes of handwritten typography, scrapbook?, desolate or 'everyday' photography - I think I could replace some of the objects to include the themes as well as fit into these categories. I do want to include some stuff that purely movie/music poster design.

Are some of your categories defined by author/maker, origin, use or idea? Or something else?

themes of sentamentalism, girlhood/everyday lif, music movies?

What do you these categories tell you about your selection methods, influences and biases?

Tells me a lot of my influences come from the memories I have of people, It also tells me I gain a lot of influence from the idea of journaling/cataloging. That I am also influenced by the artworks within music/movie-related media.

What might these categories tell you about you as an individual, and your design practice?

that I am sentimental, a bit of a hoarder, and place emotions or memories onto physical objects - especially those depicting different age ranges. that I consume music/movie media frequently and use it as references or points within my work.

When seen together, what story do these elements and their categorisation tell an audience?

I think they tell that I am someone who likes physcial stuff- i like to place emotions or rely a lot on the objects to catalog my emotions, memories and inspirations? Or atleast thats what I am seeing. I think maybe altering some of the objects could help paint this picture for other people?

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[zorceus]

Name: Riki Lopez

Gender: male

Age: 19

Hair color: half and half yellow and red-pink, with streaks of opposing colors

Eye color: hetereochromia, (yellow right eye, red-pink left eye)

Height: 5'09

Weight: 120 lbs (on the thin side from a poor diet)

Nationality: Half-Japanese Half-Hispanic, (japanese mother, hispanic father)

Strengths: Not very strong physcially

Appearance: dark skin

Heterochromatic eyes (yellow right eye, reddish pink left eye)

Two toned hair (half yellow, half reddish-pink)

Black PJs

Inventory: computer, mini survalliance robots, a standard pistol he uses for self defense

Biography: Riki Lopez was born to a Hispanic father; Ronaldo Lopez and a Japanese mother; Makiko Yoshimura who were both top members of the organization. When Riki was just two years old, his parents were sent to a mission in the Netherlands to exterminate an extremely dangerous demon, but would end up going MIA during the mission, leaving Riki behind with his grandparents and aunt.

When Riki was four, his aunt decided that she would try to raise Riki as a normal boy and sent him to attend public school, trying to keep him from ever being taken by the organization by making him seem as plain as possible. When Riki was seven, he was shown to be quite bright among his peers and got really good grades throughout his years in elementary school.

When Riki turned ten, he was immediately found by the members of the Organization, and since he was the son of Ronaldo and Makiko, he was immediately drafted to the Organization's special school program against his aunt's wishes. During his time at the school, Riki became more and more stressed out and since he was isolated from his family, Riki became a shut in by age thirteen. Riki kept himself occupied within his dorm, submitting his papers via emails, eventually graduating from the academy and being enrolled as a full fledged member of the organization.

Riki still stays as a shut-in, rather taking on missions that did not require him going outside and rather hacking and surveying using his computer and gadgets. At nineteen, Riki hasn't left the house and has lived off of take out and cup noodles. He is funded by the organization, for they still believe that his true potential is not unlocked yet, and his hacking skills have been recieved quite well.

Detailed appearance: Riki is a tall male individual with a dark skin complexion and heterochromatic eyes, having a yellow right eye and a reddish pink left eye. Riki usually doesn't go outside much, so he usually wears his black pajamas and pajama pants. His shirt is held by three yellow buttons and is ill fitting, showing most of his chest and his navel. Despite being in the thinner side when it comes to his weight, Riki notably has a larger chest, which he complains is the reason he doesn't fit well into his dress shirts.

Riki has long, back lengthed hair half of which is yellow and the other half being reddish pink. Its very wavy with some highlights of the opposing color appearing on either side. He has two cowlicks, one being reddish pink and another being yellow. His eyelashes follow the same pattern as his hair and are notably thick.

When he is forced to go on missions, he wears a white dress shirt that is partially unbuttoned on the top without a tie and black dress pants and shoes. He wears his hair in a messily done ponytail with a red scrunchie. He also wears black glasses with fake rims, just to make himself look more professional.

Personality: Riki is a bit on the paranoid side, having severe trust issues. He is scared of socalizing, and would rather surround himself in his work with coding rather than interract with humans. He likes reading files on the creatures detained by the Organization, and is noted to have a very good memory, able to recall any information he can remember regardless of how long ago he happened upon it. Riki always seems super happy whenever he talks about his interests, shown to blush and laugh like a kid when showing his hobbies.

Riki is very bright, incredibly smart as well since he is a child prodigy.

Trivia: * Riki's birthday is January 1st, his zodiac is Capriorn.

* Riki's favorite food is ice cream sandwiches.

* His favorite drink is strawberry milk.

* His least favorite food is sour candies.

* His least favorite drink is black coffee.

* Riki is not a fan of foods that are too spicy or sour, as they seem to hurt his taste buds from how limited his diet has been.

* Riki usually only eats cup noodles, which results in his very poor diet.

* He considers fast food as "gormet" from how rarely he ventures outside.

* He keeps in contact with his family through emails, he has a very full inbox from multiple conversations between his grandparents and aunt.

* Riki is noted to sleep for about four hours a day, and somehow seems well rested.

* Riki has not seen his other family members in a few years.

* Riki's grandmother and aunt have sent him new clothes, but he rarely wears them unless he is forced to go outside.

* Riki isn't fond of animals, as he thinks they are messy and hard to take care of.

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