#90 minutes in heaven hayden

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“I don’t like it.” you muse, scrunching your nose as you uneasily stroke it with your fingertips. HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN catches you around the wrist, gently leading your hand away from his mustache.

“Well, lucky for you, it’s almost gone.” he assures, stroking your skin with his thumb. He’d been working on his latest project which required that he not shave, and it was jarring to say the least. You still haven’t gotten used to the look of it on your usually clean-shaven partner. It’s not that it offends you, or disgusts you in the slightest, merely unnatural. The film is close to completion, which means it won’t be here for much longer. You tilt your head at it, and when he leans in for a kiss you turn your cheek. He idles, and scoffs. Understandably taken aback. “Really? Still?”

“I don’t like the feeling of it on my upper lip.” you insist, and with a sigh he plants the peck on your upper cheek. Those soft and plump lips make you yearn a bit, clutching a little tighter onto the front of his coat. The familiar feeling of your cling signals him to linger, letting his breath wash over you as he places another, an arm winding around your torso to press your body to his. This kiss is sweeter, longer, deliberate.

It breaks, but his lips brush your skin. “I miss kissing you.” he says softly, an edge of defeat to it. The ends of the firmer hairs graze you as he speaks. He knows you have a sensory issue, and you’ve complained about a rug-burn-like sensation stinging your sensitive skin inexperienced in dealing with facial hair scraping against it carelessly. Tentatively, you face him, meeting his hooded gaze.

Peering up at him like this, seeing as he towers over you, you chew your lower lip while you deliberate over whether or not you should ask this. “You could… keep kissing me.” you suggest, and when he accepts the request he leans forward again. You’re quick to interrupt him, “I mean- somewhere else.”

Having successfully lured him into bed with you, you’re quick to shove his head between your legs, tangling your fingers in his darkened hair as you lift your hips. Eager lips latch onto your folds to scoop his tongue through your slit, tracing your lines with spit before dipping in. Your grateful hole loosens for his entry, his experienced tongue sinking in to devour all you have to offer.

Your hand slides to the back of his head, pushing it down to grind on it. Wet pussy ruts on his face, and the new sensation of hair scrapes against the sensitive tissue every so often. It feels… good in a way. It’s foreign, but you chase it anyways.

“Tastes so fucking good, baby.” he groans, his low voice reverberating through you, “You like humping my face?” You let out a whimper, tensing from his dirty talk which in turn draws him closer. Not that he cares about suffocating, in fact he’s enthusiastic about using his breathing holes to get you off. He moans as his lips enclose around your clit, massaging it between the velvety skin with a light suck. Facial hair grazes your vulva with a pleasant scrape, and the rock in your hips intensifies. Encouraging you, he hums excited “mhm”s, letting you twist your fingers into his hair at a near painful degree just to follow your orgasm. He parts his lips, the warm wetness of it imbibing as much of your tissue as it’ll allow, and his tongue flicks your clit around. Tremors pass through your body, nearing its limit as he peers at you from over your writhing form. He digs his face in, shaking it to swipe the flat of his tongue side-to-side against your bud, and you cry out. His mustache scratches your mound, but you don’t care, riding his mouth until you finish, soaking that facial hair with your cream.

“See?” His tongue rolls between his lips, tasting you with a proud smile. “S’not so bad.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

MAY GOD BLESS US..

TW: smut, kind of a breeding kink. Someone who's a Christian pls dm me so I know it didn't cross the dangerous line of such things, cause I've tried to look EVERYWHERE but I'm not sure :/

“You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? Waiting for this.” hands moving to your hips, lifting your legs around his waist. Hard cock pressed against you through the fabric, and you moaned, aching for him - all of him.

“I need you, Donnie,” one whisper, voice breaking, shaking, begging “Please, take me.”

Grin forming on his lips - he looked ridiculously good, this moustache above his lips, those brown hair, wide grin “You want me to take you, sweetheart? All of me?” lips pressing gently against yours then moving down, to tease your jaw, neck

"God help me," he muttered against your skin, pulling away to look at you “You’re perfect. You deserve to be filled, to carry my children, my heirs." His voice dropped lower. "Maybe twins. Maybe triplets. God willing, they’ll have your eyes.”

Words hitting you like a slap across the face - the thought of him filling you, making you pregnant; nearly overwhelming. Legs pushing him closer, only accepting this brutal, yet so tempting proposition

“I want them,” you whispered, eyes desperate. “I want your children, Donnie. I want to make you happy.”

Large hands sliding down to your thighs, untangling them from his waist to spread you wide just before his fingers worked rather clumsily over his belt “You’ll have them, sweetheart. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll fill you so deep you’ll feel it for days” pants down, the sign of him free - how are you gonna accommodate him in your little hole?

When he thrusted into you, deep- your eyes shut, trying to let him all in, adjust to the size of him around your walls. Soft groan slipping from his lips and slowly, so gently, he moved, savoring you, cherishing you, worshipping you - the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the so small space between you

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he rasped, each thrust coming harder, faster hitting that spot over and over again “I won’t stop until you’re carrying my children. You’ll be swollen, filled with me.”

Something so pleasurable built in the lowest part of your belly, his cock stretching you in ways you never imagined. He was gentle—worshipping what's forever his, what even death won't take

“Donnie, please,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “Fill me. Make me yours again. I want your babies..want them all”

His thrusts grew wild, desperate, each movement sending you closer and oh, so closer to the beloved edge “You’ll have my children, sweetheart,” he murmured between a groan “Twins, triplets, whatever God gives us.."

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[naberrries]

hayden christensen for columbia (2024)

[thesassypadawan]

Repent (Don X FemReader)

Summary: Your pastor takes notice of your new sinful tattoo and gives you but one option for repentance.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Pastor/Religion kink, hint of a breeding one, womb tattoo, implied age gap, and… Don’s big, girthy dick.

Notes: Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

- “Please, stop by the sanctuary before the party starts.  I would like to speak with you…privately.”  The pastor’s calm, even voice rang throughout your mind; his request hanging heavy on it.

- You would be lying if you didn’t admit that you found the older gentleman handsome.  The way his blue eyes sparkle when he’s speaking passionately, how his smile lights up a room.  And his mustache; the very thought of it, all it could possibly do sends a small thrill run down your spine.  Causes a warmth rise into your cheeks, settle in your…

- Grazing your palm over your lower stomach, you quietly slip through the old oak doors.  Vision taking a moment to adjust to the dimly lit, candle filled space.  Before you silently and stealthily walk up the aisle, towards the alter…and him.

- Gaze sweeps, takes in the sight of your outfit.  “Don’t you make a lovely little angel,” he chuckles softly.  Resting his large hand gently on your arm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.  “Like you dropped down straight from heaven.”  Lips curling slightly at the corners in amusement or perhaps…

- “Th-thank you, sir,” you reply meekly.  Trying to hide how flustered you were becoming.  How your heartbeat quickens when he trails his fingers, traces over and along where your womb resides.  “But I’m…I’m sure you d-didn’t ask me here to just talk about my cost-costume.”

- “Clever girl.”  Moving in closer, towering above you.  “I noticed something interesting earlier today; a very intricate, heart shape tattoo that you apparently have.”  Don presses his prominent bulge against your side, grinding subtly.  “The one right here…”

- Nails sink in as he squeezes, kneads your sensitive skin through the sheer fabric.  “It’s supposed to represent a ‘curse’, isn’t it?”  Before his hand descends further; digits ghosting, cupping your plump mound.  “One for extreme fertility.”

- “I…I…”  You stutter, stumble with your words.  Body trembling, humming from his taboo touch.  The fires of hell burning hot, bright in your blasphemous core.  “I…can explain…”

- Slouching slightly; warm breath fans, wiry hairs tickle.  “It’s a sin to dabble in the occult…”  Teeth graze, tongue licks your earlobe in a long stripe.  “Perhaps I can help you repent…”

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- Desperate moan bubbles up from your throat as you wriggle, writhe.  Back arching, nails scratching lightly at the worn wood of the alter floor.  Pressure building, propelling you towards the edge once more.  “Please, I…I…”

- Weakly you clamp your plush thighs around Don's head, hips rolling forward.  Impaling yourself further, divine nectar spilling onto his skilled tongue.  “For-forgive me, my lor-lord…”

- Sticky digits grip, spread you open before him.  Flesh tender, an angry red; brushed, scrapped.  Stinging when the cool, faintly scented air kisses your burns…when he lets a fat glob of spit of drip, seep into the fresh cuts.  “He'll forgive you, my little imp…”

- Slick covered lips map their way up your vulnerable form.  Sucking, nipping…biting; leaving an array of dark purple splotches in their wake.  Groaning at the sound of your pathetic mewls and squeaks.  “Look past your rash decision…” 

- Hands tighten their hold; hitching, wrapping your stubby legs partially around his thick middle.  Bulbous tip prodding, smearing pre on your swollen folds.  Mixing and mingling with your juices, creating an unholy concoction.  “Absolve you of your follies…”

- Fingers trace over and along the inked lines.  “But not until you give yourself entirely to me…”  Squeeze, knead your soft paunch.  “Pledge that each child you bare from this perfect womb will be mine…”

- “Yes, I swear,” you whisper, vow.  Tears of pleasure, pain…of joy, sorrow streaming freely.  “My mind, soul, body.”  While you gaze up into the lifeless, stony eyes of the mother.  “Everything that I am is wholly yours.”

- “Amen…”  Your new husband,  co-creator of your future forbiden fruits mutters reverently, solemnly.  Thrusting forward; tearing, ruining…molding you into his own resplendent  image, his own earthbound angel.

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[valkyrieromanoff]

SANTA DOESN'T KNOW LIKE I DO: Don Piper x f!reader

synopsis: you spend your first Christmas with Don, stepping into his world and finding your place in his family. Between baking cookies and quiet moments, you realize how much you mean to each other.

warning: none, fluffy, implied age difference.

w: 957

a/n: Hello there, since the poll was basically a tie, I decided to whip up a little fluffy piece to make sure it didn’t get overlooked! Honestly, Hayden as Don is just the cutest—like, I just want to hug him and cover him in kisses 🥰. Hope you enjoy it, and Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄✨

I know all of your favorite songs Pick up each time you call So why can't I be the one To give you everything you want?

It was your first time spending Christmas with Don’s family, and the nerves had been simmering all day. You and Don had been together for only a few months, and while you’d already met his ex-wife, Eva, and the kids, this felt different. It was Christmas, a time that held so much weight for you—a time for family, for connection, for reflection. And for the first time, you’d be spending it away from your own family, taking a step further into this growing relationship with him. It was exciting, but it also terrified you.

Don, of course, had been his usual steady and thoughtful self. He’d gone all out decorating the house, stringing colorful lights on the trees, the door, and even outside. The entire house gleamed with a festive glow, lighting up the snowy evening. You couldn’t help but tease him about the electricity bill, and he’d just chuckled warmly, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners, before heading out to set up the nativity scene on the front lawn.

It had been a group effort. The kids had bundled up against the cold, giggling as they carefully helped place the figures of Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus in the little wooden stable Don had built years ago. The scene looked perfect, peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of the nearby string lights.

Now, the house was quieter, the warmth of the fireplace and the smell of pine needles wrapping you in a cozy blanket of Christmas spirit. The snow outside had picked up, fluffy white flakes accumulating on the windowpane. You were in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and apron tied tightly, standing amidst a small mountain of baking supplies—flour, sugar, eggs, cookie cutters, and icing molds—all scattered across the counter.

You’d decided to surprise Don and the kids with gingerbread cookies. The red apron you wore was already dusted with flour, little white specks smudged into your hair and one streak brushed across your cheek. But you were confident. Even if you weren’t a master baker, it was the effort that counted, right?

In the living room, you could hear the soft murmur of Don’s voice and the occasional giggle from the kids as they watched a film about the birth of Jesus. It was the kind of night that felt so simple, yet so meaningful.

“Looks like someone’s been busy,” Don’s warm, familiar voice drew you from your thoughts. He stepped into the kitchen, carrying two empty mugs of hot chocolate, a kind smile playing on his lips.

His presence filled the room immediately—calm, steady, and comforting. He was wearing one of his usual knit sweaters, the kind that always smelled faintly of pine and something uniquely him. His light brown hair was slightly tousled from lounging with the kids, and his eyes softened as they landed on you.

“I think the kids are all tucked in now,” he said softly, setting the mugs in the sink. But his eyebrow quirked when he noticed the state of you—the flour in your hair, the streak on your cheek, the little trail of powdered sugar on the counter. “What’s going on in here?”

You smiled sheepishly, brushing your hands on the front of your apron, only succeeding in adding more flour to the mess. “I thought we’d make gingerbread cookies,” you admitted. “We can bake them tonight and then call the kids to decorate in the morning.”

His smile widened, lighting up his face in a way that made your heart flutter. “Gingerbread cookies, huh?” he teased gently. “Well, I can’t let you tackle that alone.”

Don opened a drawer and pulled out a green apron with colorful little drawings on it—marks made lovingly by his kids years ago with fabric paint. He held it up with a playful grin. “Looks like this old thing still fits the bill.”

You stepped closer, reaching up to tie the apron strings around his neck. “There,” you said softly, your fingers brushing against the warm skin of his collarbone for a moment longer than necessary.

He leaned down slightly as you tied the bow, his face close enough to yours that you could catch the faint scent of the aftershave he always wore. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, “I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to decorating cookies this much.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

Don’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, full of warmth and something deeper. He placed his hands gently on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his tone soft but sincere. “The way you’ve stepped into all of this—into my life, into my kids’ lives—it means more to me than I can ever say.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled up at him, your hands resting lightly on his chest. “They’re easy to love,” you whispered, the truth of it shining in your voice.

He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if savoring the moment. “Still,” he said as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “I love how much you care. It’s more than I ever thought I’d find again.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen, the snow still falling softly outside.

“Well,” Don said after a beat, his playful grin returning. “We’ve got cookies to bake, right?”

You laughed, handing him a mixing bowl. “Let’s do this.”

And together, in the glow of the kitchen lights and the quiet warmth of each other’s company, you started a new Christmas tradition—one that already felt like home.

[go-see-a-starwar]

Watching 90 Minutes in Heaven like:

[donpiper]

Now how does this thing work?

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Rating Hayden Christensen movies Part 1

Thank you to @quinnsstars for the original post. I actually reblogged and added thoughts/ratings to her post but I just wanna put it in the tag in case anyone else might appreciate the ridiculous ratings and reviews lmao

Me and @jillybean1217 as we have now watched the following Hayden Christensen movies (as I’ve read in HC’s tag here on Tumblr, it’s not a Hayden flick if there’s not Tears or Tits or Both so that’s one of the Rating Categories):

Outcast

Movie: 3 / 5

Hayden: 10 / 5

Tears or Tits: Both!

I’m always going to be partial to a long on top but shaved on the sides haircut on a handsome man. Hayden is a Crusader Knight named Jacob while Nicholas Cage is a Knight named Gallain.

Hayden is so amazing in fights: super graceful in both hand to hand combat and with any type of sword. Jacob does lean towards Legolas levels of skill in this which isn’t terribly believable as he’s human, on opium (which he sticks in his mouth like it’s chewing tobacco??), and more often than not just this side of mortally wounded 😄 Yet he persists and looks so good whilst doing it. Covered in blood is a look I didn’t know i was into either, ha. The only minus for me with him was his accent went from British to Irish to Scottish, with Canadian slipping through kind of consistently.

Tears or Tits: Tears cuz he goes through physical pain and tits out cuz he bathes / has to be patched up when hurt.

Nick Cage is being Nick Cage in this so if that’s entertaining for you, you’ll be entertained when Nick pops up. Unfortunately I just remained puzzled about Crusader Knights in ancient China. Don’t think it falls under white savior though cuz dude was just trying to be on opium lol

90 Minutes In Heaven

Hayden: 1 / 5

Movie: 2 / 5

Tears or Tits: Tears

I understand if this 1980s Tom Selleck mustachioed vibe is for someone, but it is not for me. Hayden also made a choice to make his character Don Piper - based on a real person - Colonel Sanders level Southern…which was WILD cuz we get a clip of the real pastor preaching at the end of the movie and he doesn’t have an accent, like, at all.

We have referred to this as a Jesus movie as it’s produced by a company specifically making religious movies, and Christianity might as well have top billing. I’m sure the message could be for someone, just not for me.

The dramatization of the story also was too illogical and wild for me. Tell me when State Police would tell a man to go ahead and pray for a victim and then allow this random person to walk into an accident scene, climb into a mangled car and then LAY HIS HAND ON THE CORPSE to pray for the person?!? Don was also portrayed as very selfish and almost childish cuz he couldn’t understand why God had let him into heaven only to bring him back to a lot of pain and suffering. His parents, his kids, and his wife provided no inspiration for him to get his attitude together and I found myself actively disliking him.

Tears or Tits: Tears, usually of pain, and some wild noises that out of context? I could appreciate 🤐

Little Italy

Movie: 3.5 / 5

Hayden: 4 / 5

Tears or Tits: Tits

I love (and miss) rom coms which is what this is so I was down. I am such a sucker and a sap, I’ll watch the same plot 72 different ways (i watch all the Hallmark autumn movies every year). This is in no way original which doesn’t have to be a bad thing but this could have been done better. Tropes include: childhood friends to enemies, fck boi/sleep with everyone, rival families, leaving small neighborhood and return, 1-on-1 competition with each other.

Leo Campoli (how he’s introduced at a local fest) / Leo Campo (how the character is credited at the end of the flick) is adorable. I’m just confused by his - and everyone’s - New York accents? Cuz the film takes place in Little Italy in TORONTO CANADA! I guess everyone thought “Italian accent” somehow was equivalent to New York accent which was disappointing.

Despite being the neighborhood bicycle, Leo is sweet, helpful and thoughtful. Super adorable. And i like his dark hair, makes his eyes pop. It’s just funny that they obviously did reshoots or shot at some point after the original shoot cuz his hair is distracting in its difference

And I just love this one of him "dancing"

Unfortunately Emma Roberts plays the other romantic lead and I don’t like her as a person (mean girl and transphobe). I also found her character unlikable in her “I’m better than my home” attitude, as well as just found her devoid of charisma or charm. If I’m not rooting for both leads in a rom com, it’s not a great movie for me.

Tears or tits: Tits! Gratuitous and wonderful

BONUS! He plays soccer in the rain.

I have plot bunnies for all of these characters (not proud about the phone sex PWP for the pastor lmaooooo) now lol

[erosmutt]

﹙🎬﹚✧﹒filmography - hayden christensen

﹒ıllı﹐Family Passions : '93 - '94

★﹒﹒Skip McDeere

⌕﹒﹒N/A

﹒ıllı﹐The Virgin Suicides : 1999 , R

★﹒﹒Jake Hill Conley

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Trapped in a Purple Haze : 2000 , R

★﹒﹒Orin Krieg

⌕﹒﹒tubi

﹒ıllı﹐Higher Ground : 2000

★﹒﹒Scott Barringer

⌕﹒﹒tubi , the cw

﹒ıllı﹐Life as a House : 2001 : R

★﹒﹒Sam Monroe

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones : 2002

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Shattered Glass : 2003

★﹒﹒Stephen Glass

⌕﹒﹒ tubi, sling, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith : 2005

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Factory Girl : 2006 , R

★﹒﹒Billy Quinn

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Virgin Territory : 2007 , R

★﹒﹒Lorenzo di Lamberti

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Awake : 2007 : R

★﹒﹒Clayton Beresford

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, plex, pluto tv, the cw

﹒ıllı﹐New York, I Love You : 2008 : R

★﹒﹒Ben

⌕﹒﹒tubi, peacock, pluto tv, sling, roku channel, plex

﹒ıllı﹐Jumper : 2008

★﹒﹒David Rice

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Vanishing on 7th Street : 2010 : R

★﹒﹒Luke Ryder

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, peacock, sling, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Takers : 2010

★﹒﹒AJ

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Outcast : 2014

★﹒﹒Jacob

⌕﹒﹒link, pluto tv, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐American Heist : 2014, R

★﹒﹒James Kelly

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐90 Minutes in Heaven : 2015

★﹒﹒Don Piper

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐First Kill : 2017

★﹒﹒Will Beeman

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, pluto tv

﹒ıllı﹐Little Italy : 2018 : R

★﹒﹒Leo Campoli

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, sling, the cw

﹒ıllı﹐The Last Man : 2019 : R

★﹒﹒Kurt Matheson

⌕﹒﹒link, tubi, plex, roku channel

﹒ıllı﹐Obi-Wan Kenobi : 2022

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader

⌕﹒﹒link

﹒ıllı﹐Ahsoka : 2023

★﹒﹒Anakin Skywalker

⌕﹒﹒link

[speaknow-sw]

Evieeee ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ♡

Should I watch 90 minutes in heaven? I don't typically watch dramas, especially ones like this one, but... Y'know... It's Hayden...

YESSSS OMG it's like Hayden on the screen for the entirety of the film.

But beware the mustache if you dont like it. And the injuries are pretty serious tho. My pookie Don suffered so much :(

But I'm a fervent Hayden defensor so i'd say give it a try 🫶🏼

[variousxfandoms]

Hayden Christensen talks 90 Minutes in Heaven, kissing Kate Bosworth & Star Wars

Hayden appreciation Post 1/∞

he's just so Babygirl.

[thesassypadawan]

So question...who wants tagged for Don's fic? 🤍💛

(Also throwing out there that I'm now taking requests for him too 😘)

[st4rfckerz]

I haven’t seen like… any of them. I’m on my journey guys ok

Also the person he sold it to was the little girl that was paralyzed in the accident that George’s dad caused, so I understand the meaning of it but if I built a house with my dad before he passed I would NOT sell it idc.

If I watch more Hayden movies I’ll be back for more yapping 🤞

-🪩

ohhhh ok that makes more sense, i completely forgot about that part of the movie LMAO

i think i’ve seen at least 6 and a half of his movies (virgin territory was the half i just couldn’t do it) but i think out of all of them star wars, LAAH and shattered glass are my favorites. but i REFUSE to watch little italy and 90 minutes in heaven he’s terrifying in both of those movies.

[neonjournals]

'Baby Driver' actor Hudson Meek dead at 16 after falling from moving vehicle

Meek's first role, although uncredited, came in the 2014 TV movie, "The Santa Con," starring Melissa Joan Hart. A year later, he'd earn his first big role starring opposite Hayden Christensen and Kate Bosworth in "90 Minutes in Heaven.">>>Read More

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Drama

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