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My family.
This is my family tree, made generously by @MapleLeafletMSX. I am very happy to have received this.
#Jack Box.#Jennifer Box.#Maria Box.#John Box.#Parker Box.#Michael Box.#Jonathan Box.#Amelia Box.#David Box.#Olivia Box.#Jake Box.#Family tree.#Have I used asks correctly? Olivia still has not explained them to me.
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could you pls do some rainxfem!reader pls?? There is a serious lack of rain fics on this app and I need more😭😭 just some HC’s, fluff, angst, nsfw, love it all. Take it and bby😘
(btw LOVE your work, ur keeping me alive rn)
Thank you for the ask!😘 I will have more Rain Carradine X FemReader coming! Hope you like this
Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealous Reader
Word Count: 1027
Life on Jackson's Star was a gritty mix of endless work and fleeting moments of reprieve, where the dusty, metallic corridors echoed with the clanking of machinery and the chatter of miners. Amidst this stark backdrop, your relationship with Rain Carradine blossomed into something that felt almost out of place with its warmth and genuineness.
Rain was strong, capable, and fiercely protective, not just of her synthetic brother Andy but of you as well. Her friendship with Tyler, her former partner and a prominent figure in the mining crew, had initially seemed unremarkable to you. However, as time went on, their easy camaraderie began to gnaw at you, the seeds of jealousy sprouting unchecked.
You'd watch them during breaks, sharing jokes and reminiscing about past missions, their laughter a stark contrast to the usual din of the miners’ mess hall. The more you observed, the more your imagination painted pictures of a past perhaps better left behind, stirring a restlessness within you that you couldn't shake off.
One evening, compelled by a mix of curiosity and unsettling thoughts, you approached Andy. Despite his challenges with speech and the obvious difficulties his synthetic nature sometimes posed in social settings, Andy had a way of understanding human emotions, perhaps better than most humans themselves.
"Andy," you started, hesitating as you chose your words carefully, "did Rain and Tyler... were they together? Like, before?"
Andy's eyes, always so expressive despite the rest of his face remaining eerily impassive, flickered with something that might have been discomfort. "Yes," he stuttered, his voice mechanical yet tinged with a hint of warmth. "But it was a long time ago. Things change."
His confirmation hit harder than expected. You tried to laugh it off, to dismiss the tightening in your chest as just a silly overreaction. "Thanks, Andy. Just curious, you know?"
But curiosity wasn't easily sated. At the next community gathering in the recreation hall—a rare moment of leisure on the harsh mining planet—you spotted Kay, Tyler's vivacious sister, and decided on a reckless course of action. Flirting with Kay, you hoped, might just give you the answers you needed, or at least draw some kind of reaction out of Rain.
Kay, with her easy smile and flirtatious demeanor, was a willing participant in your charade. You laughed at her jokes, touched her arm lightly, and played the part of someone smitten. From the corner of your eye, you could see Rain watching, her expression unreadable.
Later, as you and Rain walked back to your quarters along the dimly lit paths of the colony, she broke the silence. "Seems like you and Kay were getting along well tonight," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something else—was it amusement? Concern?
You bristled, defensive and still wound up from your own concocted drama. "What about you and Tyler? Seems like old times, huh?"
Rain stopped walking, turning to face you under the faint glow of the overhead lamps. Her laugh, when it came, was genuine and full of warmth. "Are you jealous?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours.
As Rain's question hung in the air between you, a cool breeze whistled through the narrow passages of Jackson's Star, stirring the dust around your feet. "Are you jealous?" she repeated, her voice a gentle tease that echoed slightly off the metal walls surrounding you.
Caught off guard by her directness and the earnest look in her eyes, your initial reaction was to deflect, but the sincerity in her gaze held you in place. Before you could respond, Rain stepped closer, closing the small gap that the conversation had widened between you. Her hands reached up, resting lightly on your cheeks, her touch sending a familiar warmth through you that contrasted sharply with the chill of the evening.
With a tenderness that always seemed at odds with the harsh environment of the mining colony, Rain leaned in. Her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if giving you room to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it, your hands moving to encircle her waist and pull her closer.
Rain responded in kind, her movements confident, her lips pressing more firmly against yours. The kiss grew from tender to fervent, a mingling of relief and passion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of deep connections and unspoken promises, a reassurance of her feelings amid the whirlwind of doubts that had clouded your mind.
The world around you seemed to quiet, the usual hum of the colony fading into a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment. Rain's kiss chased away the shadows of jealousy, filling the spaces with an affirming warmth that seeped deep into your bones.
When you finally broke apart, breathless and a little dazed, Rain’s smile was radiant under the sparse light of the colony’s lamps. "I mean it," she said, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. "It’s always been you."
In that moment, with Rain’s affirmation still tingling on your lips, the earlier tension dissolved, leaving a clarity that brightened the dark paths of Jackson's Star. Her laughter, light and freeing, bubbled up between you, and you couldn't help but laugh with her, the sound mingling with the night air.
The path back to your quarters was filled with a comfortable silence, the type that comes when no words are necessary to fill the space between two people. Rain’s hand in yours felt like a vow, a silent promise that no misunderstanding could break the bond you shared.
As Andy turned to give you both a subtle thumbs up before heading off to give you some privacy, you realized how deeply integrated into your life Rain had become. Her presence was a constant source of strength and comfort, just as you hoped to be for her.
Your journey together on Jackson's Star might be filled with challenges, but moments like these, stolen under the artificial stars of the colony, reminded you that as long as you were together, there was nothing you couldn’t face.
#rain carradine#cailee spaeny#alien romulus#angst#alien franchise#alien romulus fanfic#alien#andy carradine#rain and andy carradine#david jonsson#fanfic#oneshot#alien oneshot#romulus#rain carradine x reader#marie raines carradine#horror#wlw#request#fic request#requests open#ask box#ask#rain carradine fanfic#rain carradine x femreader#send asks#tyler harrison#kay harrison#rain x tyler#gay rain carradine
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travis would have made a beautiful full time doordash delivery boy slash soundcloud rapper if not for that white demon (mark)
#lil mar instagram live reference#also i finally re opened my ask box bc i miss talking to my pookies 🫡 so send me things! ily guys!!#twdg#twdg s1#twdg s3#twdg anf#twdg a new frontier#clementine twdg#louis twdg#twdg tenn#violet twdg#violentine#vinerva#minerva twdg#james twdg#twdg travis#travis twdg#dr lingard#paul lingard#david garcia#javi garcia#javier garcia#lee everett#twdg lilly#kenny twdg#twdg kenny#marlon twdg#rosie twdg#alvin junior
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Just us when Neil answers our asks.
#this is neil gaiman’s fault#neilgaiman#neil gaiman#fuck you gaiman#good omens#good ineffable omens#ineffable husbands#Neil Gaiman’s ask box#gay tumblr#michael sheen#david tennant#sandman#the sandman#coraline#ineffable dumbasses#welsh seduction machine#soft scottish hipster gigolo#wait and see
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for the love of god stop calling david tennant a twink. he's a 53 year-old man!! even if he was gay he would be so far off that category now
tall and thin does not magically equal twink. call him a hot noodle or something instead idk lol
#he's neither young nor hairless enough to be a twink#which is great! i love my slightly (or very in michael's case) hairy middle-aged men#and i don't obsess over categorising people and putting people in boxes#but words have meaning folks#david tennant#ineffabildaddy#i forgive queue
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Cosmic Bond
#doctor who#donna noble#the fourteenth doctor#doctor who fanart#david tennant#the doctor#catherine tate#doctor who art#fanart#mine#tardis#I WISH THEY COULD LIVE LIKE THAT FOREVER#also it's been like 10 years since my last full digital drawing ugh it was not easy !#that would make such great icons for me and my bestie aaaah#I'm calling the police on myself#with that funny looking police phone box hehe
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David Allen, Louis' childhood friend and boxer whom Louis has tweeted about multiple times, mentioning that Louis has confirmed he would be on Allen's YouTube channel soon.
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“Easy.” Finally, the facade broke, and David smiled a little, sidling closer on a branch that didn’t seem like it could hold his weight. “I just thought I’d float…something by you.” The pause seemed odd, but Marty couldn’t quite put a finger on why. “And this was something that couldn’t wait until a reasonable hour?” Jesus, he sounded old. Maybe that was what time travel did to a guy. “Nope.”
A scene illustrated from the absolutely amazing Lost in Time by @batmurdock This fic is such a treat to read, I highly recommend you check it out!!
#fanart#back to the future#bttf#the lost boys#marty mcfly#david powers#I am such a sucker for crossovers and this fic ticks all of my boxes and then some#which reminds me I need to read the newest chapters yippee!
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Chaos Space Marines (3rd Edition) Box Art by David Gallagher
#Warhammer#40k#Chaos#Chaos Space Marine#Traitor Space Marine#Heretic#Heresy#Box Art#Cover Art#Covers#David Gallagher#Games Workshop#Sci-Fi
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i occasionally have a non-good-omens thought in my head lol
experimenting with lineart styles, was going for a flowy loopy shapes kind of deal, like cursive?
#at least for the people#couldn't really do that with the box which was the third of three subjects of this picture lol#doctor who#fanart#my art#dw fanart#tenth doctor#rose tyler#tenrose#david tennant#billie piper#digital art#digital painting#tardis#dr who
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16th Doctor and new Master just dropped 😅 and this time they are abolitionists
#i wish#it’s David Tennant again#but this time he makes a polycule which includes the Master#also I just want to see some leftist politics on it#it’s always bothered me that it’s a police box#police abolition#doctor who#dw#dr who#doctorwho#doctor who memes#dw memes#david tennant#michael sheen#i made this#meme#rainbow#nebula#16th doctor#sixteenth doctor#polyamory#the master#the assembly#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable*#gomens*
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Hiii, could you do a rain carradine x reader fic where they both survived the events of romulus and are safely brought to yvaga but yn is badly injured so she was in a coma and rain had to wait for her to wake up?
Warnings: Grief, Coma description, mentions of blood,
Word Count: 1883
Pairings: Rain Carradine x Fem!Reader
The cryopod’s hiss was the first sound that Rain heard as her consciousness slowly returned. Her limbs felt stiff, her mind foggy from the long sleep. As her senses sharpened, panic knotted her stomach— she remembered the dire circumstances they had left behind. The urgency to check on you and Andy propelled her from the pod. Rain’s heart pounded as she rushed to your side, her boots clanging against the metal floor of the Corbelan.
You were still unconscious, the dried blood on your forehead a stark contrast to your pale skin. Rain’s hands trembled as she traced the line of your jaw, whispering your name softly, her voice a fragile thread in the quiet of the medical bay. "Please, wake up," she murmured, each word laden with desperation. But you remained motionless, the steady beep of the heart monitors the only response in the sterile room.
After ensuring you were as comfortable as possible Rain then turned her attention to Andy, who was beginning to stir in his own cryopod. She quickly moved to his side, her movements practiced and efficient as she initiated the sequence to reset his chip. The familiar whir of circuits reactivating filled the air, a sound that brought a small measure of relief to Rain.
Andy’s optical sensors flickered to life, and he immediately fixated on Rain. "Is she okay?" he asked, his voice carrying an electronic tinge of concern.
Rain shook her head, fighting back a fresh wave of tears. "No, not yet, Andy. She’s still not awake." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her fear.
Andy sat up, scanning the medical equipment readings with rapid precision. "Systems analysis suggests significant trauma. Probability of recovery uncertain without further medical assessment," he reported, though his words were careful, calculated to avoid causing Rain more distress.
Rain nodded, absorbing his words with a heavy heart. "Just stay with me, Andy. Help me land us safely”
As Rain steered the Corbelan ship toward Yvaga, her focus was laser-sharp, every adjustment to the controls calculated and precise despite the emotional storm raging within her. The verdant hues of Yvaga loomed larger and brighter through the viewport, a stark contrast to the bleakness that had preceded this moment.
"We're almost there," Rain said softly, more to herself than to Andy, who was monitoring the ship's systems next to her.
Andy, always sensitive to her mood, replied, "It'll be okay, Rain. You've gotten us this far."
"I just need to know she'll be alright," Rain whispered, her voice carrying a weight that the vastness of space around them seemed to absorb.
As soon as the ship touched down on Yvaga's surface, Rain was a blur of motion, barely waiting for the landing sequence to complete before she was unbuckling and rushing toward the hatch. The ramp hadn’t fully deployed when she started shouting for help.
"Medical team! I need a medical team here now!" Her voice, usually so composed, cracked with urgency.
When the medical team finally burst through the ship's doors, their uniforms a blur of efficiency and urgency, Rain stepped back, allowing them to take charge. She watched with a mixture of fear and determination as they assessed your condition, their expressions giving away little as they worked swiftly and silently.
"Heart rate stable, but unresponsive," one of the doctors murmured, their voice a backdrop to the whirring of machines and the soft beeps of monitors. Another voice chimed in with medical jargon that Rain strained to understand, her gaze flickering between you and the medical staff.
"Will she be okay?" Rain finally managed to choke out the question that had been gnawing at her since they left Jackson's Star. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the doctors seemed to hear her nonetheless.
"We're doing everything we can," one of them replied gently, their eyes meeting Rain's with a mixture of sympathy and professionalism. "She's stable for now. We'll keep you updated."
Relocated to the stark, white room of Yvaga customs, Rain's heart continued to pound, now out of sync with the buzzing fluorescents overhead. Officials moved her from station to station, conducting thorough scans and taking samples, ensuring she carried no pathogens that could threaten their pristine colony. Despite their politeness, their masked faces remained impassive, heightening Rain's sense of isolation and worry.
"And what about the synthetic?" one official inquired, glancing over a digital clipboard as he scrutinized Andy, who stood beside Rain, his usual stoic self.
"He's my brother," Rain asserted, her voice firm despite the undercurrent of fear that he might be taken from her. "I know your laws about synthetics..."
The officer looked up, a slight frown creasing his brow, then relaxed. "Miss, that regulation has been repealed years ago. Your... brother is welcome to stay as long as he abides by our rules, just like any other resident."
Relief washed over Rain, brief but profound, and she squeezed Andy's hand, smiling at him. "Did you hear that? You’re staying." Her voice wavered with emotion, a stark contrast to her usual composure.
Andy nodded, a flicker of what might have been relief passing through his eyes. "I am pleased to remain by your side, Rain."
But as the customs official handed her back her documents, including a new ID card for her life on Yvaga, Rain's thoughts were already racing back to you, lying in the medical bay, your condition unknown. "Thank you," she muttered distractedly, barely hearing the officer’s instructions on local guidelines and curfew times.
With every step towards the medical facility, her pace quickened, driven by a mix of dread and urgency. Upon arrival, she was met by a cool blast of air and the antiseptic smell of the hospital that did nothing to ease her nerves.
"I’m here to see my girlfriend," she told the receptionist, her voice steady but her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
The receptionist typed something into a computer, then looked up with a neutral expression. "You may go in, but please prepare yourself. She hasn’t regained consciousness yet."
Rain’s breath hitched, her feet carrying her down the fluorescent-lit hallway to the room where you lay. The door swung open quietly, and there you were, just as she’d left you, surrounded by beeping machines and IV lines, your breathing steady but unnatural.
She pulled up a chair beside your bed, her hand finding yours, cold and still. "Hey, it’s me," she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke. "I need you to wake up, okay? Andy’s safe. We’re both here... waiting for you."
Hours turned into days, with Rain talking to you about everything and nothing—her hopes for their new life on Yvaga, the garden she imagined they might cultivate, the quiet evenings they could spend watching Yvaga’s twin suns set. Occasionally, she'd be silent, just watching your chest rise and fall, each breath a small reassurance that you were still with her.
One particularly quiet night, Rain leaned close, her whisper barely audible. "You have to come back to me," she said, her tone a mix of plea and command. "Remember all those plans we made? I can’t do this without you. I can’t lose anyone else."
She stayed there, her head resting beside your hand on the bed, her tears not quite spilling over but close. The weight of everything they’d been through, everything they’d lost and hoped to gain, pressed down on her.
"Please," she murmured as she felt the first tear escape, tracing a warm path down her cold cheek. "I need you. We’re supposed to start over here. Together."
The sterile hum of the medical bay was punctuated by the quiet beep of machines, a constant backdrop to Rain's vigil by your side. It was during one of these long nights, her head resting close to yours, her whispered stories floating through the dimly lit room, that a change occurred. A subtle shift in the rhythm of your breathing, a small furrow in your brow—signs of emerging consciousness that Rain almost didn't dare to hope for.
After what felt like an eternity immersed in silence and darkness, you finally sensed the veil of unconsciousness lifting. Your eyelids fluttered open, meeting the stark brightness of the medical bay on Yvaga. Disoriented, you turned your head slightly, finding Rain's face close to yours, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and relief.
Your eyelids fluttered, a slow, uncertain movement, and then opened. Rain, who had been lost in her thoughts, looked up sharply, her heart skipping a beat. "Baby?" she said softly, her voice a mix of hope and disbelief.
You blinked slowly, disoriented, the shapes and shadows of the room coalescing into forms you recognized but couldn't quite place. "Rain?" Your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, and you struggled to sit up, confusion written across your face.
"It's okay, take it slow," Rain soothed, her hands gentle on your shoulders, helping you adjust. "You're safe now. We're on Yvaga."
The name didn't mean much to you yet, not with your mind still grappling with the fog of long sleep and recovery. You looked around, trying to piece together the last fragments of memory—flashes of danger, of fear, of desperate actions. "What happened? The others—Kay, Tyler, Bjorn, Navarro... what happened to them?"
Rain's face fell, her eyes dimming with a grief she had held at bay. Taking a deep breath, she reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. "There was an incident on the ship... there were these creatures" Her voice trembled, and she paused, gathering the strength to continue. "I managed to get you and Andy into cryopods. I... I dealt with it, but..." She swallowed hard, her other hand wiping away silent tears that began to stream down her face.
"The others weren't so lucky," she finished softly, the weight of the loss pressing down on her anew.
Your heart ached, both from your own physical weakness and the pain of the news. You remembered now—the fear, the chaos, the desperate rush to escape. And through it all, Rain, always protecting, always fighting. "You saved us," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of sorrow for the lost and gratitude for the safety of those who remained.
Rain nodded, more tears falling as she tried to smile through them. "I did what I had to do. I couldn’t let anything happen to you or Andy." She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "We're going to start over here, on Yvaga. Make it count, for them."
As you processed her words, the reality of your new beginning on this strange new world without some of your closest friends, you felt a profound sense of loss but also a deep, resolute determination. Rain was here, Andy was safe, and you were still together. In that, at least, there was some comfort.
"I'm glad you're here," you told her, squeezing her hand in return. "We'll make it count."
Rain nodded, a solemn promise shared between you two. As she settled back into the chair beside your bed, her vigilance unwavering, you knew that whatever challenges Yvaga might hold, you would face them together.
#rain carradine#cailee spaeny#alien romulus#angst#alien franchise#alien romulus fanfic#alien#andy carradine#rain and andy carradine#david jonsson#fanfic#oneshot#alien oneshot#romulus#rain carradine x reader#marie raines carradine#horror#wlw#request#fic request#requests open#ask box#ask#rain carradine fanfic#rain carradine x femreader#send asks
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what's your favourite crowley look?
You ask me to choose?? Top five’s the best i can do. And even that hurt…
Let’s count down from five.
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Yes yes i know it’s thee basic bitch crowley look the crowley we think of when we think of s1 crowley but. Look at him! Optimal hair length for combing your fingers through. And he’s dressed to… Well to convince an angel to go along with his plan while looking extremely casual but also. Also.

Am i illustrating my point???
4.

Ah yes it’s female presenting crowley looking extremely somber and kind of widow-y mary magdalene channeling at the crucifixion be real with me if even jesus couldn’t resist i mean what am i holier than jesus??

Also…. That subtle show of ankle. I rest my case.
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French revolutionary crowley. A blink and you miss it look. Only a few precious minutes of airtime. But the costume department really put their whole costumussy into it. Incredible. If i was aziraphale i’d have kept the cuffs on because i meannnn

At least he tried to match. What a pair. (Also…. Buttons. All the buttons. My weakness…)
2.
Again this look is barely onscreen. It’s crowley reporting to hell about warlock growing up. Just a quick pop-out-of-nanny-ashtoreth casual genderfuck silver chain hair tied back fuckmewitharake look

No but truly. That hair??? They didn’t have to go that hard but they did and i am grateful
1.

Be serious. Was this ever going to end differently?
#my asks#good omens#bildad the shuhite#crowley#crowley looks#david tennant#yes i know this has been sitting in my ask box a while but had to find the time to make screenshots so#long haired crowley my beloved
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reading through fnaf theories and vaguely skimming fnaf book plots has made me want to do a major rewrite/redesign of my entire AU…
#i’ve been calling the crying child jack for *years*#like since fnaf 4. because a million years ago i thought CC was the puppet and thought#“heeheehee jack in the box”#but now i think. his name is dave/david courtesy of the logbook.#and i loooove having canon names. it’s the reasons why the unnamed bullies drive me nuts.#cassie’s dad??? oswald’s dad??? what am i supposed to do with that#bonnie bro?? mask bot?? tHESE ARE NOT NAMES#sigh#fnaf#meta talks#thinking bout…making henry not williams sibling. and renaming phone guy. aughhh#i still love my “henry’s the murderer and william’s actually a pretty normal guy” au#so we’ll see how the bones get restructured
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HE HAS ARRIVED


#my dad got annoyed at me for taking it out of the box#but like idc hes mine#also the box is battered anuwau#david tennant#doctor who
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are there tendonna swap aus? tendonna where donna is the last of the time lords and she has no idea how to cope with it because she never felt like she was even good enough to BE a time lady in the first place. and the doctor who’s a scientist and desperately wants to know more about alien life and go on adventures?? has this been a thing yet…
#tenth doctor#david tennant#donna noble#catherine tate#swap au#ten x donna#tendonna#doctor x donna#doctordonna#donna is terrified of the fact that she is a time lady and is very insistent that she’s not even anything special#perhaps in denial entirely#‘there are a whole race of people like me. i’m nothing special.’#how would the doctor find out about it#also would his name be john smith or like#what#doctor john smith perhaps#LOL#donna has taken on the name donna noble because she likes feeling more human because they’re so small and insurmountable compared to#well#time lords#the doctor is so fascinated by her#WHAT WOULD HER TARDIS LOOK LIKE?#would it stay the police box? i think it should stay the police box#the interior would be MUCH different though#purple and gold interior tardis…
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