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solacefish · 12 days ago

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› Introduction

my discord is @ solacefish !

" hi ! my name is seb , solace , or any variants of the name "sebastian solace" you can think of ! ( nicknames included, go wild. ) and welcome to my corner of the Internet ! I go by he / it's / they pronouns , and I hope to meet and make friends with all of you. "

my name is solacefish on tumblr dot com I'm ceo of sebastian solace!

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› Guidelines . subject to change

" to make this a safer space for me, and for others. I have to set down a few rules and boundaries . theres a few specifics i will also expand upon, please consider giving it all a read ! "

╷DNI criteria . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" I don't care too much about who interacts , however I hold the right to block freely . Anyone is allowed to like, read, or reblog from me or my content. However , If you are to follow , please check you do not align with the following - "

-> homophobes , transphobes , general people against the lgbtq+

-> racists , zionists , saying slurs you can't reclaim , right wing

-> ableists , pro vague-self-diagnosis

-> pedophiles , BL fans

-> sexists ( misogyny and misandry )

-> people under 14 , and over the age of 40

╷Potential Dark Content . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" I would like to take a moment to warn people that you may find potential dead dove / dark content in some of my works , or reblogs . I enjoy to explore darker themes in some genres of my writing , and I have a good grasp on reality enough to seperate it from fiction . I DO NOT condone any of the content that may be seen or written about , and if you are concerned about anybody romanticizing problematic tropes to the point it is effecting their mental health , or concept on real relations , please help them get the help and rehabilitation they need . Potential darker topics you may see are - "

-> dubious consent

-> drugging or drug usage

-> cannibalistic themes

-> mentions , examples or depictions of abuse

-> gore , experimental processes

-> self harm , suicidal ideology , suicide as a whole

" trigger warnings for such subjects will always be under tw or cw . for an example, tw self harm , cw cannibalism . please try to tag accordingly to what you can stomach , and stand to see . In any fics or drabbles where i may feature any subjects, warnings will be recited at the start . i do not wish to romanticize these subjects . "

› Askbox / Request Rules .

" part of my tumblr experience is writing fics , and drabbles . If you enjoy my writing enough that you would like to submit a request , a prompt , or a thirst for us to both fantasise over , my askbox is always open and waiting for you . . . with a price, of course . "

╷Interactions . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

-> no pure spam liking , max 10 in a row before you are blocked .

-> spam reblog is fine , if you enjoy my content that much <3

-> blank blogs may be removed as a follower .

-> DM's are always open , for roleplay , friends , and more !

╷Mutuals . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" whilst I will happily accept mutuals of any kind , and I would love to make friends with all of you - I am very picky about what i see on my dash . I am prone to random unmutualing , declining requests and soft blocking if I do not enjoy the content being pushed onto my dash . I hope you understand . you are all welcome to request to be mutuals , and to reach out in dms to ask why I may have unmutualed you . I will be happy to understand . Unfortunately, I am very picky about my dash.

also , i very rarely follow first ! I will usually watch love and admire from afar and silently beg that you notice me <3 . sorry ! "

╷General Askbox . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" while I am okay with jokey passive flirting , please be mindful I am a real person with real feelings . if you are getting too sexual , I hold the right to block and report . some general info includes - "

-> no spamming asks ,

-> ramble with me all you like , hang out , tell me about your day .

-> images in inbox are okay , please try to credit the artist .

-> I cannot view links , be it tiktok or instagram . ( youtube allowed )

-> you can ask to be mutuals , but know I am picky about my dash .

╷Request Rules . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" please make sure to read through as thoroughly as you can . I'm sorry if I've bored you up to this point , but this part is just as important as the rest ! - "

-> please try to be detailed about your request. prompts can be simplistic , however necessary details such as gender of the reader , which character , and any extra lore you want will have to be written in the ask . less thinking for me ? more likely I'll get to it !

-> it is a very rare occasion I'll write a full fic for an ask . unless the idea was amazing enough to give me brain worms , or something I think I could do accurate , it will be more likely you get a drabble , or a headcanon chart.

-> I don't mind doing OC's , though be warned it will be far more inaccurate then a vague x reader . try to add all the details about them you can !

-> NSFW is allowed and encouraged at times , but depending on the sender may be avoided . this is for my comfort .

-> I am willing to do angst and fluff , I like to think I am pretty well experienced in most fields of writing , and I will do my best to write to your standards .

-> I am waaaay less likely to do your request if you are not a follower ! even less if I have never ( or barely ever ) seen you in my interactions . I do this for the love of the game , and supporters.

-> ask to be in taglists ! i don't mind .

╷Characters / Fandoms . 𓆝 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

" specialities will be marked with ٭ , and fandoms will be named by brand name . I won't list the character unless they are a speciality , so take a guess if there's any other specific character you would like to see me write for on this blog . "

-> sebastian solace ٭

-> the p.AI.nter ٭

-> bungou stray dogs

-> genshin impact

-> hazbin hotel

#. the submarine .#had to redo my whole masterlist it wasnt working for some reason #ignore this yall sorry...

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white-collar-cannibal · 2 months ago

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ramble time elloo- in response to your response to my last ask. i know i need an ao3 accout but omg it takes so long from what i hear 😖 true that then i could get updates tho.. would be worth it because i CONSTANTLY miss my fave fics new chapters

gonna type in livereactions as always!!!

omg "am i real" :(( theyre having derealization they don't know... relatable ngl

i love your descriptions i can see that room so clearly

oh whos this woman i kind of hate her already

damnnn canon typical cannibalism i feel like this may come back to bite ranboo later (come back to bite.. haha... get it- *gets shot*)

"You figured by now that Hero was mostly just a Hetch thing, and like all Hetch things, would be best off shot directly into the Sun." why did i laugh- not the only one who hates 'kiddie" omg i can feel their rage

"Perhaps this would have broken your heart if your heart were not already being used as military target practice." OH THAT LINE....../pos i love how you described hetch coming into the room and like, how ranboo views him now, and like they hate him even more... URGH its so interesting.. i know theyre never going to actually be in love but still theyre my little guys. i wish they could be happy

oh this is the battery lady

oooooh do we get founder lore in this one?

ok maybe i dont hate the battery lady anymore, shes just doing her job

"spasming's in this spring" / "it's nearly fall" yo, you did such a good job of conveying the absolute confusion and disassociation caused by that realization :( hetch doesnt. hetch doesnt remember his name. ohhhhhh :(( hetch hasnt. hetch hasnt seen the sun in five years fuck stop making me feel sympathy for this bastard (nah but hes kinda pathetic wet cat coded in this fic ngl)

"you can say the wrong ones you know. i'm not that picky" FUCK. no. he's in love with them and it kinda hurts OH GOD THEIR RESPONSE. way to kick me in the chest/lh

i love that they look over his shoulder and correct his grammar

oh this entire bit with the file on them is so fucked up (in a good way), oh my god. "sounding for yourself like you were dictating a telegram" maybe unintentional but i imagine them mentally screaming "stop stop stop" "That was their noose. That was always their noose. They made you want to die. " OH THAT LINE. OH WHY IS THIS SO GOOD

hetch ran his fingers through their hair ohhhhh :(( OH HE RECITED POETRY TO THEM. fuck stop making him nice

OKAY WHAT IS SNEEG DOING. what was niki doing. are the actors trying to escape. what. oh i'm so curious

amazing as always, and DAMN that was long i had many thoughts.

—afternoon anon. fun fact i chose this name because im always online in the afternoon :p

you laughed because it was funny

realizing that "dictating a telegram" may in fact be my lil yachty she blow that dick like a cello moment i was fulling picturing one of these:

smackign that next button like they're trying to send a message in morse code. but your image is also funny so i'm keeping it lmao.

the file is my absolute favorite section it was really something to write that and go "ooh! this needs another content warning. followup question... how do i content warn this."

love to complicate a hetch. love to have a hetch be confusing emotionally for a reader. love to give a hetch wet cat energy and a chicken caesar salad.

haha i wonder if. i wonder if the poem might be. thematically relevant. or something.

glad as always that you enjoyed the chapter and to see your reactions!

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re-diesirae · 3 years ago

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17. Leon

Orchids. Claire could come out with really unexpected things sometimes. She didn't look like the sort of girl that liked flowers, but he found that little fact amusingly adorable. If he could make out something positive about being stranded in there, it was that he was getting to know Claire better.

Guess now I know what flowers I should buy her. Wait, why would I buy her flowers?

"I think it should be safe to go out. The sun must be out now. Let's wait for Chris and the others outside."

"Yeah. Sounds fine to me."

The pair picked up their weapons and headed out of the tower. Their way outside was calm since they found no hostiles in the building. Leon guessed that they needed to "thank" their cannibalistic friend for clearing the place for them.

The fresh air hit them as soon as they had reached the open space. Monsters aside, the place was actually nice. Suddenly, the sound of an aircraft made them look up, right on time to see Chris and company making their triumphant entrance.

"Well, look at that. We've got a welcoming party!" Barry laughed when his feet touched the ground, "What? No music and fireworks?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Barry. Guess we must have forgotten to get them while we were trying to stay alive," Claire replied with a playful smile.

"Ah, you can make up for that later, little Red," he replied with a smile.

"Claire!"

Leon stepped aside to let the siblings have their moment. It was almost funny to see how Chris lifted his sister from the ground to pull her into a choking embrace. The man looked so out of character, but Leon knew that the Redfields had a close relationship, and it was heartwarming to see them interact. It almost erased the terrible weight that had long befallen these siblings.

"God...I was so worried," Chris sighed in relief when he finally put her down.

"I know you were. I am fine, but what the hell happened to your arm? Don't tell me you let one of those B.O.W's get you. How disappointing, my dear brother."

"Never mind. I'll earn your pride later today," Chris snorted, "And in my defense, it got it worse than I did. But for real, are you sure you are alright?"

The older Redfield pushed his sister back to take a look at her. Leon knew the man wouldn't find anything more than scratches and bruises adorning her pale skin. Leon knew that because he, too, had checked her for any obvious injury, but the visible wounds weren't what he was concerned about, but rather the invisible ones. He still wasn't sure about the implications of the concussion.

"I am ok. I just hit my head a little, I think. If you got some painkillers in your first aid kit, I'd gladly make use of them."

Chris looked like he wanted to say something, but he seemed to rethink it, and instead, he pulled out a small bottle from one of his vest pockets and gave it to her.

"Here, but you'll need to eat something first. Those are a little strong."

"And I since you made the suggestion, I guess you brought me something to eat," Claire winked at him as she picked the bottle.

"Well, I don't imagine your hosts left your food lying around."

"Well, we did find a storage room with some canned food, right, Leon?"

"I must admit we've had a lot of luck this time. I guess Claire is a good luck charm," Leon smiled, and Claire rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for keeping her safe, Leon."

"Hey, I can take care of myself," Claire said, punching his healthy arm.

"I should be thanking her, for keeping me alive." Leon smiled, "there's no need for gratitude. We are all friends, and we help each other as much as we can."

"Yeah, yeah...that's nice. So how about we get that breakfast and finish this mission asap?" Barry complained.

The so-called breakfast consisted of some protein bars. The taste wasn't bad, but it definitely didn't compare with a real breakfast, but with all his years of service, Leon had learned not to be so picky about some things. The bars would fill the physiological need for energy, and they were easy to carry, so they were a practical meal for missions. Leon had grown used to eating them, but he smirked at Claire when the woman made a disgusted face after the first bite.

As they ate the soldier styled breakfast, Chris and Jill had begun the strategy meeting. Chris had brought eight men from B.S.A.A as a backup, without counting the chopper's pilot. Jill, Barry, and he were from the Elite Alpha, and the remaining five belonged to the Alpha team.

"So...studying the blueprint that you send us, there are three possible entrances to the underground facility. From the basement here; the library here or the common room in here." Jill said, pinpointing the spots.

"The information about the essays should be in the Research Center. We should try the common room's entrance," Claire suggested, "It's the most direct way to it and faster. The less time we spend there, the less likely they'll notice us."

"That is if the thing isn't blocked. What worries me now, however, is the condition down there. We don't know what monsters they kept or how dangerous they might be." Jill said, staring at the blueprints." We can guess we'll find at least one of the B.O.W's on the lists that Claire and Leon found, but there might be new specimens that were not listed."

"We'll stick together all the time. I don't want anyone wandering off on his own, understood?" Chris said to his men, " And that goes for you, too, Claire."

"I know, I know. I won't do anything reckless. I promise."

"Right, keep an eye on her, Leon."

"Get ready, everyone. We leave in 5. You two need proper gear. Come here.."

Leon glanced at Claire with a raised brow, and the redhead winked at him. After receiving a generous gift of gear and weapons, Leon finally felt more comfortable.

"That's right...Chris, we heard that you encountered a new type of B.O.W back in Hughesville."

"You don't miss a thing, huh? Guess Leon's friend filled you up already. I can't tell you much, but the creature was vicious and highly hostile. I took quite a lot of ammo and incendiary rounds to give it a scratch, but Barry's grenade put an end to it. B.S.A.A. The clean-up team probably took samples for study. You can ask about it later."

"Yeah, I was just wondering if there was a chance that it was the same strain that we encountered here."

"To tell that truth, I wouldn't be surprised." Chris sighed, shaking his head, "Ok, people. We are heading down. From here on, we are in high-risk terrain so keep your ears and eyes open. One mistake can cost your life or the team's. I'll be at a point along with Jill and Barry; Clemence and Riley, you two be at the sides while Miller, Hunter and Bailey will be at the rear. Leon and Claire, you two are stuck in the middle."

"Seriously, Chris?" Claire asked, crossing her arms, "You can't really think that Leon and I can handle those things, do you?"

"I don't doubt you can, but it's a strategic position. You two have been in harsh conditions for the past three days. I am sure your bodies won't be as sharp. Take it as a chance to rest."

"As if."

Leon chuckled. He put his hand on Claire's shoulder and smiled with a nod. He could understand Chris's reasoning: putting them in the middle would take a little of the weight from them. It didn't mean they could slack off, but at least they could catch a breath until the situation called for action. Claire let out a sigh and patted his hand.

"Ok, guess I'll let it pass."

The team headed to the main room, and, to both Leon's and Claire's disgust, they found the fresh bloodstains on the wooden floor. The man remembered the footage of the security camera they had seen and recalled that this had been the room where they had seen the B.O.W feasting on its prey.

"Well, someone didn't have much luck," Barry growled.

"Yeah, a bunch of Plaga infected locals." Leon replied, "We saw it through the surveillance camera a little before dawn. It was one of the new B.O.W's."

"So they really eat the other infected?" Jill said, perplexed as she walked to the fireplace and tainted around the bricks until she found the control panel. The woman began working to open the door.

"It seems like it is like that."

"That's crazy. I've seen those things killing each other, but cannibalism is a new thing." Barry said, staring at the bloodstain with disgust.

"They have never been very sane, to begin with, or they wouldn't make these damn monsters. Got it." Jill said, pushing back the control panel and stepping back, raising her gun.

"Trust Jill to open any lock," Barry smirked.

"I wasn't the B&E specialist for nothing," Jill winked at him.

The fireplace let out a screech as it pulled back, revealing a large metal door. The red light on the command box turned green, and the doors began to slide open. Their team had their weapons raised in case a monster jumped out of it, but the only thing beyond the door was a small square space: an elevator.

"Clear, let's move." Chris signaled, and they entered the elevator. The door automatically closed once the last man had stepped inside, and soon, it was moving down smoothly.

Leon couldn't help but feel a bit of deja vu. How many elevators heading to monster-filled facilities had he rode before? He had already lost the count. When it came to an abrupt stop, everyone raised their weapons as they watched the doors slowly slide open.

Chris stepped out with Barry. Both men looked around and then motioned them to move out. The place was clean, with no mutants, no zombies, and no living things either. To Leon, however, the stench of death was definitely in the air.

"At least there's light," Claire muttered to him, "Last time I was in a place like this, I could barely see my steps."

"The energy is still up. I guess our friends left in a rush," Jill commented.

"That if they actually left…" Chris commented.

Most of them probably hadn't. Their theory proved right as the group turned to the second corridor. There was blood splattered in the walls, more papers scattered on the floor, and Leon saw Claire bending to pick one.

"What's that?"

"Notes about a test subject, I suppose." She replied, picking another one, "Physiological changes took place two days after the first inoculation. There was no evidence of mental dysfunction yet and mutation seemed suppressed. Administration through multiple dosages showed up effective to inhibit immediate mutation. Anomalies in the blood seem to be a common treatment of the new strain," she read.

Leon looked at the papers, as well, and the blond raised an eyebrow with surprise.

"You know German?" he asked.

"Took a course during college. I work with an international salvation organization. Knowing many languages is useful."

Claire never stopped surprising him.

"These seem to be study records..." Claire said, looking through another bunch of papers.

"So those fuckers actually made a new strain," Barry growled.

"Does it say anything about the virus?" Chris asked.

"No details, I'm afraid. The report is incomplete. Some of the pages are gone, and they used codes."

Chris nodded.

"Ok, there is no need to find the rest of them if we can find the research data from the main computer," Chris said, "Let's get moving. We now know that we have hostiles down here. Stay sharp."

Leon caught Claire's worried look as she looked at her brother. They headed to the Research room, which was a couple of corridors beyond their current position. As they moved, Leon felt uncomfortable about the lack of monsters and the lack of corpses. They had come across a lot of bloodstains that were evidence of slaughter, but so far, they had not encountered the victims nor the attackers. Leon had a glimpse of Chris, and he knew that the older Redfield was having the same train of thought.

"This is the place." Jill said, checking the map, "Biomedical and Biohazard Department. What a name, huh?"

"It has a VIRUS written all over it." Barry mocked.

They entered the room with their weapons raised, but just like the rest of the facility, the place was empty. There weren't bloodstains, so at least they knew that the lab hadn't been the setting of slaughter, unlike other rooms they had passed. For an investigation department, Leon thought that the room looked simple: white walls, a set of computers, and two shelves- one filled with unknown contents and another one filled with files. There was a glass window that opened to what looked like a laboratory. The place was messed-up, but there was no blood in there, either. One of Chris's men, Clement, if he wasn't mistaken, rushed to the computer and began hacking into the system and copying all the information into the memory drive. The rest stood guard in case anything showed up.

The silence was unsettling as the only sound that filled the room was the typing. It felt unnatural, and it gave Leon the sensation that something was watching him, lurking in the shadows and waiting for its chance to strike. He saw Claire standing in front of the shelves; she was flipping the pages of one of the folders.

"Found something interesting?"

"You could say so. It seems like they were trying to make a new virus from multiple pathogens. These are viral genomes, but these are bacterial genes..."

"Why doesn't it sound new to me?"

"Yeah, I guess you must be sick of hearing it, right?"

Leon pulled out one of the folders and flipped it open. What he found inside wasn't a nice view. The first page had a picture of a woman with blonde curly hair and green eyes. Her skin was sickly pale, and her look lacked life; right next to the photo, Leon read the word FAILED.

Name: Marishka Sekinova, Subject CD:05X345

Treatment: Isolation BS-0314

Observations: patient showed fever in the first 3h after the inoculation followed by signs of mental degeneration that included symptoms similar to dementia. 48h after, she showed signs of mutation: epidermis began to degrade; muscular tissue was elongated, and the apparition of tumors in multiple parts of the body, which developed at an extremely high speed. 72h later, the mutation had extended to all the body, leaving the subject unrecognizable; signs of erratic behavior and high hostility began to appear. The subject had to be put into a reinforced isolation room to continue the monitoring, 96h later, the subject's vitality began to fall, and its body parts began to decay in a phenomenon that we've named "Rotting". The subject was found dead at 17:46 pm on July, 11th.

The file ended with a set of horrible looking pictures that showed up the evolution of the woman, so the photos went from pretty bad to horribly bad.

"Poor woman. These people really don't understand the term Bioethics. " Claire said sadly, "They have the files coded by colors: those white folders are Failed subjects, and the color tags must be the virus they were testing. Check what I found."

Claire handed him a folder. He flipped it open and just like the other file, the front page had a picture attached, this time it was the photograph of a woman with black hair, but instead of FAILED, the words: TO IMPROVE, were written. He turned the page and, like before, he found a set of pictures, but his eyes suddenly stuck in the last one.

"It's...the thing that attacked us."

"Yeah, or at least a primitive version of it, but look what it says. According to this, the mutation caused them to be photosensitive. That explains why they only come out at night time."

"Just like monsters from a nightmare, huh?"

"Yeah…"

The lights in from the ceiling flickered, and he saw Claire lookup with a frown.

"Did you...hear that?" she asked.

"Hear what?" he replied. Leon was puzzled. He hadn't heard anything.

Claire did not reply as she stared back at the ceiling.

"It's done. I've copied all the files from the system captain." Clement said, breaking the silence.

"Good, time to get the hell out of here. Don't let your guard down yet. We still don't know if there's anything ready to attack us out there."

"Yes, Captain!"

Claire pushed the folder back into the shelf and turned to Leon.

"Time for this nightmare to end…" he said, and she smiled.

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beclynn-herondale · 5 years ago

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Me: growing up with 5 brothers changes a person.

Someone, I am talking to: how????

Me: well, you become a Savage, Knows how to Roast someone, Sassy af, Smart Ass, Asshole, Little Shit, Dark Humor loving, Tough af physically, Will break something on you if you hurt someone I love, Will wrestle you to the ground, did it as a child to all the boys. Knows how to handle self, Dark Lord.

Person, I am talking to: i-

Person: so you have 5 brothers, did they ever do anything to you that was like bad?

Me: they once ducked tape me to a wall and duck taped my mouth so I couldn't call for help, I lost a lot of hair that day.

Person: tf

Person: so, how many siblings do you have?

Me: 8

Person: what?!?!?, how do you live with that many and what's it like????

Me: for 1. Who said I'm living? 2. It's not a big deal 3. Imagine if you lived with a weird species of animals but those animals had demon tendencies. Basically they're little shits but I love them more then anything.

Person: ................

Me: I am a simple woman, give me Yogurt, Coffee, Strawberries, Blades, Music, Books and snuggles and I am yours.

Me: the tricky part is that I am picky on it all.

Me: you know when I was 15 and 16, i had a great sleeping schedule, I ran on routine and schedules. And then you met people and you lose it all.

Me: and this yea- whatever this is, I have completely lost who I am, the only thing i know for sure is, i am afraid of ducks, I still have my sarcasm angst, book loving, sassy-smart ass, ass, charming, elegantly beautiful, traumatized, depressed, anxious, self hating, reckless,disastrous, chaotic, bisexual/poly, self and that's it.

Person: why are you afraid of ducks?

Me: why are you not?

Person: cause they're cute 😍

Me: you need holy water.

Me: listen ducks are evil beasts, and they watch you, they quack at cars, they are secretly planning to kill you, they will eat you alive, they're cannibals, they have armies we don't even know about.

My little brother:

Also my little brother: tf is wrong with you???????

My other little brother: hey sis, we should just go into assassin work.

Me: dude, I love you and I agree, but that's morally wrong and illegal.

My other little brother: I know...

Me: fuck!! I was being responsible *screams Internally*

My other little brother: I mean I was joking.

Me: what would you do if someone hurt you?

My other little brother: I'd hurt them 10 times worse.

Me: I have trained you well young dark one.

Person: so what do you plan on doing for the future?

Me: bitch I don't even know what I am going to eat for lunch and I was hoping to be dragged off to a fictional world by now, so no idea.

My little brother: you know why I stopped reading The Mortal Instruments?

Me: because you hate reading and think it's a torture mechanism.

My little brother: yes and because it makes you mad.

Me: you little shit.

Me, is sleeping, wakes up and sees little sister is watching me: what the fuck?

My little sister: it's okay, go back to sleep.

Me: child i- no yoy go to sleep first.

My little sister: okay! 😊

Me, Internally: was she going to kill me? Or does she just like watching me sleep?

My little sister: do you think unicorns are real 😊

Me: no.

My little sister: but you think ghosts are 🥺

Me: because they are and other things are just not.

My little sister: I'm telling mom.

Me: *face plams* fine they're real.

My little sister: hahahaha I knew I could get you.

( here have these )

( also my siblings have legit done and said this stuff )

#me #personal #my shit posts #bec shit posts #mine #my post #my siblings #siblings #sisters #brothers #life

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happymetalgirl · 7 years ago

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My Comment on “Metal Elitism”

I thought I would be doing more of these when I started this blog (little thought pieces about metal that is), but metal this year has been really prolific in terms of albums that have taken up my attention that I’ve wanted to write about, and I’m glad it’s been so prolific too. It’s a genre that, despite most people considering it over the hill in terms of its presence in the public eye, is still vibrant, growing, and, quite importantly, still evolving and expanding. And that’s a big part of what I want to talk about in this little piece here: metal evolving and the people opposed to certain kinds of it or all of it.

When metal “elitism” is brought up in the context of discussions of metal music, most often what I see it referring to is something I think is more accurately described as metal purism. Elitism, I think, kind of applies better to things that are more objectively measurable, and music taste is both incredibly complicated to “measure” and hardly objective. Referring to the mindset that the term (metal elitism) describes, the “elitism” part of it sort of gives the people who hold the mindset a bit of undeserved credence, because it’s not like they have a more objectively elite taste or opinion (which arguably doesn’t even exist). Often, they’re just a little more arbitrarily picky about one or a few aspects of the genre that could easily, from another perspective, be seen as silly, like not wanting to date someone with a certain hair color or below a certain height: silly, but preferences are preferences. Well, preferences are one thing; deal-breakers are another. The attitude from metal “elitists” that most often irritates people is the closed-minded stiff-arming of some or any violation of their incredibly prioritized and rigid preferences of their music and their expression of discontent for it being violated in their eyes from some self-supposed position of authority (which explains why it’s so often referred to as elitism).

I’ve made pretty evident in previous posts on here how open I am to bands’ experimentation with their sounds and with the subgenres they play in and around. I love bands like Havok and Cannibal Corpse who keep to what they know they do best and continue to deliver streams of exciting vintage music, and bands like Havok, Power Trip, Ghost, etc. who play primarily older styles of metal in the modern era are an important part of keeping metal from being a volatilely trend-hopping genre and maintaining its longevity through the sustenance of more of its styles throughout the years. But (in my opinion) metal also needs to continue to evolve to stay “alive” and I think it’s a unique genre in that so much of its community from the entire vast age range it encompasses holds its oldest works in such high regard. Even metal’s youngest listeners praise 70’s and 80’s classics and icons like Metallica, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, etc. and even less famous groups like Anthrax, Sepultura, and Kreator still find a lot of praise from young listeners. But metal is almost half-a-century old now as a genre and it didn’t stop with the new wave of British heavy metal, or thrash, or black metal, or death metal, or nu metal, or metalcore, and it’s certainly not stopping with djent, or blackgaze, or the numerous other fringe styles of metal gaining more and more traction. And that’s great. What a time to be alive for metal listeners with so much metal out there to choose from, with older bands like Iron Maiden still putting out exciting traditional material, younger groups like Havok paying excellent tribute to such tradition, and others like Code Orange and Igorrr changing and expanding the landscape of heavy music.

I bring up the evolution of metal because I feel the opposition to some or all of it from “elitists” to be the most aggravating aspect of their mindset (and the pretentious attitude of course). Oppositions to things like growls or industrial elements I find often coming from older metalheads, often purists just stuck in their ways, reluctant to get out of their comfort zone (and who knows, I’m not 50, maybe I’ll be that way toward something else when I’m there, maybe that’s just a part of getting older, I haven’t experienced it yet). They’ll say things about how bands in their day really rocked and new bands just sound excessive and unmelodic, or how real music has to be played live on classical instruments, not computers (electric guitar amplified through numerous effects like distortion counting as a classical instrument in their eyes). But purism isn’t just an “old dad” thing either. Younger black metal purists being probably the most notoriously annoying bunch often attest that their pet subgenre must be kept pure of clean vocals or non-satanic subject matter or musical traits not entirely metal, often making the cultural appropriation argument against such things (which usually involves fallacious assumption of some culture’s absolute ownership of certain traits and false authority over others’ use of said traits). Purists have every right to have their opinions and their preferences, of course; it’s when that opinion is touted as law that really grinds my gears and the gears of people who enjoy something these purists don’t enjoy. I’ve been pretty fortunate to have witnessed just about all of this kind of behavior exclusively online; I’ve had pretty much only positive interactions and enjoyable, civil conversations with people at shows or music gear stores about music and such.

The most ridiculous and easily dismissible of the declarations purists often make are the broad, baseless (or unsupported), and sometimes flat-out wrong. But unfortunately, they’re some of the most frustratingly common too. “Metallica was pure shit after Justice.”, “X band was only the real X band with Y singer in it.”, “Bands who eschew corpse paint, church burning, satanic themes, or whatever aren’t black metal.”, “Nu metal, metalcore, deathcore, hair metal, etc. isn’t metal.”. That last one is so infuriatingly common and egregiously wrong I think hearing or reading it from so many people makes my blood pressure rise just a little bit; there can be metal that you don’t like and just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you get to shut it out at the gates of the metal kingdom like some authoritarian ruler and declare it “not metal”. I really dislike hair metal for the most part, but it’s still metal; it’s just an era and subgenre of metal I find embarrassing and not to my tastes.

I think we all know what “metal elitism” is and what’s annoying about it, but what impact does it even have? It’s pretty apparent that a lot of these assertions are made with at least some intent of elevating the asserter’s position of authority and reverence by way of making their taste seem more refined. They (usually) want to seem more distinguishing in their choices and more enlightened by seeming harder to please on the basis of liking only the highest end of some linear scale of “quality” in music. “Oh, you like X band, well they’re not nearly as fast and technical and brutal as Y band (who are probably way too fast and technical and brutal for you).” It’s really petty, and at this point in my immersion into metal and its culture, it’s not at all detrimental to my confidence in my own music-related opinions or even worth the stress of a fruitless or disassociated argument. But I imagine to newer, younger, more impressionable listeners, these attitudes can be more confusing, disheartening, and discouraging, and from nearer to the outside, they reflect poorly on the community surrounding the music or worse, set a precedent of pretentious arrogance about musical selectiveness as a prerequisite for “true” membership in the community.

I’ve seen a lot of people complain gratuitously that metalheads are the worst treating and most unaccepting music listeners, always ready to shoot down someone with slightly different taste and scoff while doing it. I don’t know who these people are talking to or how many of them they’re talking to, but my decade or so of experience in the metal community has been majorly positive, even online. I honestly can’t really picture what kind of experiences they’ve had, but I think it’s an exaggeration of this blemish in the metal community. If most of the metal community were like this, Ghost, Deafheaven, Bring Me the Horizon, and Babymetal would not have careers as big as they are right now.

Like any culture, it’s important for metal to have some ways of determining who’s in and who’s out of it, or less in it. Someone who heard “In the End” yesterday and thinks Linkin Park is pretty heavy is obviously less immersed than a Death fan (who is still more than welcome to like Linkin Park). The Death fan can gladly suggest a path to heavier, more immersive music and suggest Linkin Park’s status as just the tip of the metal iceberg, and maybe the Linkin Park fan knows another band outside the world of metal that the Death fan might enjoy too. Sharing suggestions and tastes in music is pretty important in getting people into the community and deeper into the subcommunities of the genre. The key is the attitude of the interaction, and metal is certainly not the only music community with a problem of upturned-nosed fans who think their taste is superior to most other peoples’. It’s much more fulfilling and helpful to recommend some music you like to someone who doesn’t know it, even if their reaction to it is resistant, than it is to berate people for not matching your opinion. Just remember every time someone referred to death metal as “screamo” and passed it off as “just talentless cookie monster noise” that “isn’t even music”.

My main thing that I don’t think I see too many people saying: just stop calling it “elitism”.

They’re not elitists; they’re just metal purists.

They’re not elite for liking a more technical or more “kvlt” band, and just addressing their opinions like those of pouty, ultra-conservative purists who don’t like change that doesn’t cater exactly to their own presupposed notions is the best way to shut their behavior down.

And like all the interactions I described earlier, politeness works better than reacting to their vitriol or egotism with more of it.

Damn, no wonder I haven’t written so many of these; I thought this was going to be short, but I apparently just can’t do short.

#metal elitism #metal elitists #elitism #purism #purists #black metal #death metal #deathcore #Metalcore #nu metal #blackgaze #hair metal #thrash #thrash metal

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hellohuffypuffs · 8 years ago

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Hedgehogs? Hedgehogs.

Hm. It seems that anything can be a cute and fluffy craze these days. Recently, I have noticed that #hedgehogs have become a thing. A fad. It’s unfortunate, really, for many people will have the mindset that hedgehogs can sit in a cage and do nothing, and will only be taken out for photos. Yes, taking photos of them is undeniably fun, when they are in a good mood, but if they’re not held often, it is rare that they will un-ball and become trusting of humans. Here are some facts that you should consider before becoming a hedgie-mom or a hedgie-dad:

they poop. A lot.

they need to be held for a minimum of an hour a day to gain trust. The more you hold them, the more open they will become, and more friendly.

they must be contained in a cage of four square feet with plenty of clutter

they cannot get cold, for they will go into hibernation, which is fatal for them. Keep a thermometer near or even in their cage to monitor their temp, which should remain between 71-78 degrees fahrenheit. The best way to keep their cage warm is to invest in a CHE, which is a ceramic heat emitter heat lamp. This lamp provides heat but no light.

they are sometimes timid. This is a huge deal breaker for many people, because they ball up, and become spikey. It does hurt to hold them when they are like this. Which leads me to:

do not let them intimidate you. Manhandle a hedgehog. Make it realize you are not there to hurt them.

they must remain on a diet of high-quality cat food. Mine are currently on Castor and Pollux’s Organix Chicken and Wheat mixture. The girls love it.

they anoint. Anointing [skip to :42] is an odd mechanism. They find a smell, they try to put it in their mouths, their mouths get weird and foamy, and they proceed by spitting it all over their backs. Mischief has anointed with carrots, my body spray, my cat’s poo, Marvel’s poo, and my dirty work socks.

they are very susceptible to diseases -- cancer, URIs, UTIs, WHS, eye dislocation, etc -- so it is best that you have a vet fund in store for these things. It also costs more for hedgehogs because they require vets that specialize in exotic animals.

they breed easily, so keep males and females separate. If you are not an experienced breeder, it is VERY risky to have baby hoglets. Mama and babies CANNOT be interrupted for AT LEAST fourteen days after birth, for it stresses mama out, to the point where she can cannibalize her babies. They must be kept in separate rooms away from noise and distractions. If you suspect your female has been with a male (it only takes a few seconds), please contact an experienced breeder to mentor you through this. You do not want to go into this blindly.

Much like any animal, they need exercise, so a 12″ wheel is a must. They do their business on their wheels, so they must be scrubbed down daily to avoid an overgrowth of bacteria. Because they do this while running, their paws get really dirty. We call them “poop boots”. These need to be washed as necessary. Fill the tub about an inch to allow their boots to be washed.

their cages need to be cleaned weekly.

they need to be bathed every two weeks, for their anointing can make them stink up, and their skin can dry out. Supplies you will need are a bathtub filled just under two inches (or enough that their snouts do not hit the water), a toothbrush, coconut oil, oatmeal body wash (not scrub, and not shampoo). Once they are bathed, make sure they are 100% completely dry, you may let them back into their cage. But only if they are 100% dry.

they like clutter. Mischief has a cage that is nine square feet. To fill up the space, I have various hole-less cat toys (as per recent events with a hedgehog, jingle balls are a big no-no, for the hedgehog can get their jaw caught), toilet paper rolls, pom poms and hides in her cage to take up the space. Marvel has her own, smaller cage, that is set up in preparation for a litter of hoglets, so at the moment, I cannot provide adequate info for a smaller cage.

they like worms. If you hate bugs, this may not be the pet for you. Mischief loves her live mealies, but refuses to look at dead/dried worms, so live mealies (mealworms) are the way to go. Marvel, on the other hand, doesn’t like any form of treats. Hedgehogs have unique tastes, just like humans do.

they are nocturnal animals. Mischief and Marvel (as well as my hamster, Mango) are up between 9pm - 8am. Mischief runs on her wheel for approximate 3-5 hours with breaks, and because I have a nosy cat, Maple, all the “smallies” are in my bedroom, so that wheel keeps me up some nights. You may lose sleep.

Hedgehogs are prey animals. They become frightened by big, empty spaces, hence the cluttered cage, and as a result, require a hide of some sort. Mischief LOVES her upside-down ferret bed. Its like a small doggy bed. She flipped it upside down and since then, prefers it over a real hide (igloo, wooden shelter, etc). Marvel has a real igloo hide in her cage, and even if she prefers her blankey, I am adamant on keeping the hide in her cage for she is possibly due with a litter of hoglets soon (not planned, and not my fault. She was housed with a male before adoption.) Let your hedgehog decide what is best for them. They are picky.

Mischief likes her cage very much, and chooses to hang out in it. Marvel, on the other hand, is giving me a run for my money. She has escaped twice. With this being said, your hedgehog may be a climber. My brother’s hedgie escaped on his first night, too. Invest in coroplast (aka, corrugated plastic) from your local hardware store to board up the bars on the cage. This will prevent your curious hedgehog from climbing out... most of the time.

I realize that this is an overload of info, and may be discouraging to perspective hedgehog owners, but if cared for properly, hedgehogs can be the sweetest of all animals. If there are any other things you wish to know that I have neglected to post, please feel free to shoot me a message!

#hedgehog #hedgie #hedgiemom #hedgehog facts #hedgehogs #hedgehog care #hedgehog owner

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iamsoneurotic · 7 years ago

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All Kinds of 3′s...

I’m not even providing a witty lead up. It’s happening again.

I mean at this point it’s already Facebook official, so the element of surprise is gone. Actually what would have been a great surprise would be to write an entire post and NOT say anything. Then like, on the baby’s third birthday be like “SURPRISE!”... I may still do that. Nobody reads this.

I wanted to work in something about 3 being a charm, but that kind of implies that you screwed up with the first two and THIS will be the child that saves your family from failure, but I’d like to think we’ve done pretty dang good with our first two kids. The mere fact that I was able to keep them alive (edit - not kill them, let’s be honest, mommy keeps them alive, daddy just tries not to drop them too much) proves that first and second times are a charm. I’m very charming.

We’re going to be finding out the gender next week and I don’t really want to emphasize what Rach is hoping for out of fear the child will read this someday and think it’s the equivalent of being a duplicate Happy Meal toy - but it’s pretty obvious what she wants considering we have 2 of one gender and none of the other… She wants a girl. There I said it.

Really, Rach, I still say if it’s a boy and you're disappointed by that, put it in a dress while I’m at work one day and don’t tell anybody. Get it out of your system. Problem solved.

… That part about not telling anybody is very important though. Please don’t tell me.

Anyway - 2018 was always going to be the year of Baby #3. Not that THIS particular instance was the plan, but it would have been right around now anyway. Rachael’s one demand about this post was that I not make any jokes about or references to the conception of the child. So I won’t reference the conception. Not even a little. Absolutely will not talk about how babies are made and how this pregnancy is no different from how most babies are created.

Look at me doing what I’m told like a good husband.

So we found out in June that we’re essentially not going to have our lives back until 2036. It was a weird couple of months because the prior month we had a pregnancy scare which turned out to be just a weird menstrual cycle from some hormone-related pills Rach was taking… I hate the word menstrual almost as much as the word cervix - oh dear lord I’ve used both terms in the same sentence, I’m going to throw up. Shouldn’t ‘lady’ terms be more feminine?? Why can’t they have nice terms for female-related items… Like Vas Deferens, that’s a male-related and highly inoffensive word to the ears. You know what, ladies? You can have that word. It’s not like anyone ever says it anyway. Name a non-med school conversation that you’ve ever had which included the word Vas Deferens. Seriously, we’re not using it, swap it with cervix and let’s move on from ever having to mentally scar our brains with that word ever again.

See, this is the part about pregnancies that I hate the most. It’s not the hormones, it’s not the bills, it’s not the fear of finances… It’s the freaking awful words you have to hear for 9 months straight. Everything is all about mucus and cervixes and uteruses and fetuses and cramping and contractions and I’m fully aware that I’m supposed to be using commas instead of “ands” but I have mom-brain by proxy so I don’t care. That’s the other thing - I’m getting pregnancy symptoms! I’ve heard that this is a real thing that can happen, and it’s finally happening after 3 of these pregnancies. I’m hormonal, on edge, tired, I get headaches, mom-brain, nausea… It’s freaking ridiculous. Don’t even get me going on my baby bump!

In all fairness, this has been a pretty rough pregnancy for Rach. Probably the worst first trimester ever. She’s been incredibly nauseous, cranky, tired… Basically the usual pregnancy symptoms, only cranked to 11. The poor girl is MISERABLE. I feel bad, but at the same time I don’t really like having to be in charge of watching the boys while she naps and recovers. Nobody feels a father’s pain and struggle.

Oh dear, I was talking about menstrual cycles (*shivers*) wasn’t I… I can’t keep a consistent thought to save my life. The point of that was, because we had a scare the month before which ended up being a 10-day late period, we just figured that this was no different and she’d get her period super late again… well it was kind of true, only instead of being a month late, it’s going to be about a year late. The reason I’m posing with 3 pregnancy tests isn’t because we’re going to have 3 kids or because there’s triplets on the way (God willing), it’s because Rach took 3 separate tests because she couldn’t believe it was even a possibility… I obviously can’t go into any further detail than that because I’ve been banned from discussing certain topics by my modest wife.

We’re due February 13th. I feel like this is necessary information to give when posting about a pregnancy. People like that sort of thing. People also like pictures… So here’s the little munchkin:

I should rephrase - not “munchkin”, we’re referring to this baby as our “ Lil’ Lily Pad”... Milo was very unoriginally “Sweet-Pea”, Noli was “Cupcake”, later appropriately changed to “Beefcake”, now we’ve got a Lily Pad. Not really sure what the obsession with naming unborn babies after foods. I often wonder if we as parents subconsciously entertain the idea of cannibalizing things we love. “You’re so cute I could just eat you up!” or “I just want to nibble on those cheeks!”... We’re lost as a society.

So that’s all I got on Baby #3. Now onto Baby #2! Noli’s a 3 year old!!! Yesterday was my little bug’s birthday. Did I talk about how I call him “bug”? I don’t remember... mom-brain by proxy, remember. He was a cuddle bug, so I started calling him Noli-bug, now he’s just Bug. I don’t know why it’s so appropriate for him. There’s just something about that little stocky, squishy body that just screams “little bug”. I feel like he’s destined to be in a gang someday with that name.

Anyway, he’s 3 and I’m just so proud and in love with the little bugger. The boy is a cuddly ray of sunshine. He loves hugging and kissing and saying “I love you”, and we in-turn soak it up like a sponge. He’ll just walk over and sit on you without any warning and nuzzle right up. He’ll put his arm around you, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing at random to look at you and say he loves you, then he’ll kiss you on the hand or on the head. Sometimes he’ll play with your hair or rub your arm… It’s so much adorableness that you literally feel like you’re going to implode with bliss. Rachael says he’s the best little boyfriend she’s ever had… It’s probably true – I hated PDA when we were dating. Now I just sort of wait around corners and in dark shadows and guerrilla-style attack Rachael with hugs and kisses and retreat before she can tell me to stop… Okay, that came off as a little… assault-y? Sorry, but when your wife is pregnant, it’s very difficult to get so much as a high-five. You’re more likely to get slapped and commanded to turn down the thermostat… Which I gladly accept because at least she’s touching me. Why am I talking about this…

As I mentioned in my last post - Noli is still obsessed with Spider-Man. It’s actually gotten worse. We’re at a point now where you literally can’t give him anything without him demanding a Spider-Man version of it. My dad wants to get a boat: “A SPIDEY-BOAT??”. We take the boys for milkshakes: “CAN I HAVE A SPIDEY MILKSHAKE??” (hence he gets strawberry because it’s red, and anything that isn’t red isn’t spider-man… I don’t even think he likes strawberry shakes, but it’s all he’ll accept).

The worst thing you can do for a kid who’s obsessed with something specific like this is buy them one of those ‘surprise’ toys where you don’t know what you’re going to get… You had better pray to God that there’s a Spider-Man toy in there because if it’s Batman we’re all taking a trip to Meltdown Town. I tried to buy him one of those things at the airport. I bought two, one for Noli and one for Milo. I let Noli open the first one, it was Gamora (from Guardians of the Galaxy). Naturally… he was peeved. So without Milo knowing, I let Noli open the second one… It was Venom. Good lord, we were so close!! So he begins his freakout, and I quickly scramble to salvage the situation and tell him it’s “Black Spider-Man”. He called my bluff immediately. Apparently he, like Milo, is now impervious to my lies and deceptions (which I 100% rely on to maintain peace in my home). So what did he do? He ran to mommy and said “Daddy said this is Black Spider-Man… BUT IT’S NOT!”. Rach tells me to stop lying to the kids, Milo doesn’t get to open a toy, Noli is ticked off and somehow I’m now the bad guy for trying to be nice and buying my kids some freaking toys!

Christmas is so cancelled.

Luckily Milo didn’t seem to care all that much. He’s pretty chill about stuff like that. Not picky about his toys, not obsessed with anything in particular except for Math (because he’s an evil genius – yeah, you laugh, but you’ll all remember this blog in 30 years when he conquers a nation through an impressive combination of quantum physics and basic arithmetic). You should hear that boy talk, he’s practically an adult now. I can actually have conversations with him… granted they’re conversations through the mind of a 4 year old, so they go to some weird places, but when I talk to him, it’s almost as though he’s actually listening to me and understanding… Of course that just makes me even angrier when he pretends to not hear me when I tell him to eat, or go potty, or put his shoes on, or clean up his toys, or go to bed, or answer my questions, or stop bossing his brother around, or don’t touch the tv, or don’t touch the garbage, or don’t touch the toilet, or don’t throw your toys, or where did you get that plutonium, or stop building Lego nuclear warheads with it… Basic 4-year old stuff.

I’m still trying to figure out where that red telephone in his bedroom came from.

Sidetracked again. I joke a lot about Milo being insanely intelligent (which, yes, he is), but Noli’s no dummy either. His vocabulary is incredible now and he really just absorbs knowledge like a sponge (I’ve used ‘like a sponge’ twice now in this post). I overhear Milo actually teaching him words and numbers when they play together in the other room… When I say “other room” I’m referring to our living room on the other side of our house. When we’re home, we spend most of our time in the Family Room (TV room? Is that actually the Living Room and the other room is the Family room? I don’t get house things), but on the other side of the house, there’s the Living Room - which Noli refers to as “The Other Room”, but given that he’s 3 and can’t pronounce things terribly well, he says “Dove Room”... Which is just what we call it now, The Dove Room.

I love how he pronounces stuff, he still can’t say his “G” and “K” sounds, so he just replaces them with H’s… So instead of “Okay” it’s “Ohay”, or instead of Kabob it’s “Hobob”... I like Hobob, I feel like I could make a homeless cartoon character named Hobob and make a fortune off of insensitive people like myself. He could exist in the same universe as “Cider-Man”. I’m totally making the “Faux-Vengers”. Copyright Mark Marianelli 2017.

Anyway, I’ve rambled long enough and Rachael always scolds me for making these posts too long, so I’ll end it here…

Noli, you’re what our family has always needed, you give us endless hours of laughter, and the world just seems a little more hopeful with you in it. I love you, I love that you’re here, I’m proud of you and I can’t think of anything more joyous than watching you grow. I can’t wait to see what a wonderful big brother you’ll be soon. Happy Birthday, Little Bug.

Love, ~ Bat-Dad (Yeah, he thinks I’m Batman)

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