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bravevulnerability · 2 years ago

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A/N: I'm actually doing a rewatch of Castle with a friend right now. We're on season two and just watched 2x11 (The Fifth Bullet) last night, so...

Set during 2x13 (Sucker Punch).

“I’m scared. I mean, what if it doesn't work out? What if it does?”

“That's the cost of living.”

“I just don't want to ruin this.”

“This is dead. You are not. Time to start making some new memories."

- Martha Rodgers & Richard Castle, 2x11.

She hears the crack of his skull the second before the fire of her gun, the crackle of her bullet, echoes through the air.

Castle staggers to the precinct floor, cradling the back of his head. Beckett is rooted to the spot, her shoulders tight, hands steady, heart pounding. But then he is falling, her sidekick - no, partner - collapsing beside Coonan's bloodied body, and she forces the grief back down her throat.

For a split second, she hesitates. Maybe... maybe she could keep focus her attention on keeping Coonan alive. But deep down, she knows. She knows her shot was dead center, she knows he's gone. And Castle is down.

"Castle!" she calls, holstering her gun and racing to his side, stepping over Coonan's dead body.

He's slumped against the wall, eyes closed, out cold. Her hands brace at his shoulders, steadying him as his body drifts sideways against the wall.

"Hey, Castle," she murmurs softer, an ice cold trickle of fear slivering down her back. Did he really hit Coonan that hard? Hard enough to knock himself out? "I need a bus!"

"Already on the way, Beckett."

Esposito and Ryan are at her side, Montgomery with two fingers to Coonan's neck. She doesn't let herself look long enough to see what she already knows, to watch the shake of her captain's head.

She sits at his bedside in the hospital. The doctor is betting on a concussion, but isn't able to make any firm conclusions until Castle is conscious again.

His mother and daughter met her at the hospital, fluttering in and out of the room like anxious birds. She abused her badge to gain access for the three of them to his room, to stay long past visiting hours. Alexis sleeps on the couch on the other side of the room now, his mother already having returned to the loft to retrieve a fresh pair of clothes for Castle.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Martha had asked her, her voice quiet so not to wake Alexis.

"Yeah, Martha. I'm fine," she assured the other woman, forcing a smile to cross her lips.

Martha only frowned at her in return. "He's going to be okay, Katherine. I know my boy," she promised Kate with so much conviction, she wanted to believe her. "And when he sees you sitting there, he'll be even better than."

Martha had left the room with a wink, but Beckett couldn't adopt such hope. Her guilt was too busy dragging her heart down into the pit of her stomach.

It's late when his eyes flutter open, a flash of blue in the still darkness. She sits forward immediately, resisting the strange urge to grab his hand, cradle his palm in hers.

"Hey there, Chuck Norris, "she murmurs, earning the shift of his attention, the slight dip of his brow. "How's your head feeling?"

"Hurts," he rasps, wincing.

"I'm sorry," she sighs, reaching for the water beside his hospital bed. She positions the straw at his lips, watching him sip gratefully.

"Thank you," he hums, relaxing back into the pillow, but his eyes remain intense on her. "Where are we?"

"Hospital. The doctor's going to examine you again now that you're awake, but he thinks it's likely just a concussion that should heal without much issue."

"Concussion?" he echoes, confusion tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How?"

"I... you don't remember?" she asks gently. "Coonan, the precinct, the-"

"I don't remember," he interrupts with a deep frown. "I don't remember anything."

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor announces. "The bump to his head, paired with the trauma of the situation... it's rare, but it happens."

Kate sits solemnly beside his mother and daughter, her hands knotted tightly together in her lap. Castle is dressed and perched on the edge of his hospital bed, his foot tapping nervously. He keeps looking at her, as if he's seeking her out.

She keeps her gaze on her knees.

"But it's not permanent, right?" Alexis inquires. "He can get his memory back?"

"It's a complex condition," the older man delivers gently. "He may have all of his memories back by tomorrow, he may never remember anything of his past ever again, or he may fall anywhere in between. It's impossible to tell. I'm so sorry."

Martha utters a soft cry of concern, Alexis grips her father's hand, murmuring reassurances at his side.

Kate stands from the plastic chair. "What can we do to make this as smooth on him as possible?"

"Not too much too soon, but it's okay to nudge reminders his way. Having his family here is a good first step," the doctor nods.

"My family," Castle speaks up, earning the attention of the room. "I know you're my mother and daughter." He nods to Martha and then Alexis, and then his eyes are settling on her once more. "And you... are my wife?"

Kate blinks before abruptly shaking her head. "No, no, we - we work together."

"What do we do?" he inquires, tilting his head in curiosity.

"Well, I'm a homicide detective-"

"I'm a cop?"

"No, you're a writer," she corrects with a twitch of her lips, but this only confuses him further.

"Then what am I doing with a cop?"

"Dad, it's kind of a long story," Alexis chimes in, shooting Beckett a nervous smile.

"But - but you and me?" He rises from the hospital bed, approaching Beckett slowly. "We're together?"

"Work together," she says carefully, but his face scrunches.

"No way," he murmurs, almost to himself, as if he's trying to work out the equation on his own. "If we're not together, we want to be?"

Her throat spasms with panic. C'mon Castle, no. Not in front of his mom and his kid.

"No, we're - we're just friends, Castle."

"Castle?" he repeats, testing the surname in his mouth. "Richard Castle? Weird name."

"No, not weird," she sighs, risking a step towards him. "It's the name of a best-selling author, who is a great asset to a homicide department of the NYPD."

The first true glimpse of him - the smile, the ripple of bright blue in his eyes - flickers before her.

"Why don't you go back to the loft with your mother, with Alexis, and see if anything sparks," she suggests, catching his daughter's eye over his shoulder.

Alexis nods eagerly. "Yeah, Dad. I think it's a great place to start. We can take a literal walk down memory lane."

Her heart eases ever so slightly when he glances to his daughter with the warmest of smiles. Somehow she knows that the large part of his brain dedicated to Alexis will return, unfurling like muscle memory through his mind.

Alexis loops her arm through his, guiding him out of the hospital room while the doctor hands Martha a stack of papers summarizing Castle's visit. They all exit the building together, prepared to go separate ways on the sidewalk, when Castle makes a sound of protest.

"Hey - I didn't get your name," he calls to her.

Something in her chest stings.

"Beckett. Kate," she adds, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Kate," he murmurs, affection, familiarity, and heat infused into the single syllable of her name. "I'll see you soon?"

"It would probably be good for him to see the Twelfth sometime," Martha quips, the smirk on his mother's lips subtle but there. "He practically spends half his time there."

"Twelfth?"

"The precinct. That's where you work with Detective Beckett, Dad," Alexis fills in, her arm still twined protectively through his.

"Oh." Castle's eyes flick back to Kate. "Until tomorrow?"

Her heart stumbles stupidly, just like it did the first time he said those words to her, the useless muscle tripping on hope.

"Yeah, Castle." She offers him the smallest hint of a smile. "See you tomorrow."

When Castle arrives at the precinct the next morning, it's with Alexis in tow. Everyone greets him like a hero, but he looks around clueless, a helpless attempt at a smile on his lips while his daughter guides him through the crowd of uniforms.

When he sees her across the bullpen, his eyes light up.

Her stomach turns. She doesn't know how to do this, to... to have him looking at her like that, all unguarded and vulnerable.

"Alexis walked me through my usual morning," he explains once he reaches her desk. His daughter is a few steps behind, talking with Ryan and Esposito, her red hair in a tight braid that sways as she nods along to whatever the boys are saying.

"That's good, Castle. Is it helping?"

"Not yet, but I'm hopeful," he shrugs, shoving hands into his pockets. "Do you ever call me by my first name?"

Beckett glances up from the paperwork scattered on her desk, the files she's failed to focus on since she arrived at five this morning.

"Sometimes," she muses. "It's nothing personal, just cop talk to use surnames."

"Beckett," he says. Testing it out, she realizes. "So do I only call you Kate at home?"

She forces her expression to remain neutral.

Home?

"Castle, we don't really see each other outside the precinct very often," she delivers carefully, watching his face fall.

"Ever?"

"I can't imagine how confusing this must be," she murmurs, shifting from her chair to move around her desk, move a little closer to him. Solely for the sake of keeping their conversation private. "But you and I... we're friends, partners, but not - not more."

His hand scrapes through his finely combed hair, the corners of his eyes settling into troubled lines.

"I just - I swore when I woke up this morning, you were supposed to be next to me."

Her lips part, surprise blooming on her tongue along with something else, something sweet.

"Dad?" Alexis saves her from having to answer. "I've got to get to class, but I'll be back for lunch."

"Don't worry, Pumpkin. I'll be-"

Alexis grabs his arm, her blue eyes wide. "What'd you just call me?"

Castle looks absolutely panicked. "P-pumpkin? I'm sorry, it just... came out."

"That's fantastic!" Alexis squeals, throwing her arms around his neck. "That means your memory must still be in there."

Castle hugs his daughter back, firm and relieved, his gaze flickering back to Kate with delight. So proud of himself.

"Must be," he grins.

His first day consists of nothing more than sitting in the chair beside Kate Beckett's desk, stealing longing glances at the woman he's convinced must have been his wife in another life. He obviously isn't sure of much right now, but for some reason, he feels certain of this.

He asks her questions about their time together, about their first meeting, the cases they've worked on together.

His brow furrows when she says they took a break over the last summer, but she bristles when he asks her why.

"I want to help, Castle, but I don't want to give you a biased history lesson," she explains. "The doctor said it's best if the memories are able to come back on their own."

He huffs at the response, but doesn't argue.

The days that follow are a lot of the same - he wakes up, has breakfast with his mother and daughter, walks with Alexis to school and then he makes his way to the Twelfth precinct to be with Kate.

It isn't until the third day that he has his first burst of memory. A burst that leads to an explosion.

Alexis.

She comes back so fast and strong, from the moment she came into his life until the day of the accident. She nearly cries when he tells her that morning, arms latched around his neck as he spins her around in the kitchen.

Bits and pieces of his mother come back next, patchy memories of his childhood, his teen years, his dream come true of becoming a bestselling author. It's all trickling back in like a stream to the river of his mind.

Everything, except for her.

It's been nearly a week and he still can't remember Kate.

"What's your memory of the day, Castle?" she asks him when he finds her in the break room that morning, fiddling with an expensive looking espresso machine.

"A book tour in Europe," he muses, approaching her with an eyebrow raised. Beckett scowls at the frother that hisses at her in return. "You're cute when you're angry."

She pierces him with a glare.

"But not with me," he mutters, coming up beside her and shooing her out of the way. "Here."

Without thinking, he prepares a latte for her, adding the two pumps of vanilla, just how she...

Glimpses of mornings spent with her - on sidewalks, parks, apartments all over the city - squeeze into his brain, pushing through the blank spaces like dripping water through cracks.

"Kate," he exhales, turning to find matching wonder in her gaze. "I bring you coffee."

She pins her bottom lip between her teeth, hazel eyes sparkling near green for him.

"Usually when we meet at crime scenes, but... but I bought this." He glances back to the espresso steaming into the waiting mug. "So you could always have good coffee here."

"Yeah," she exhales, but she's smiling at him. "You did make it a habit over the past year."

"Because it makes you smile," he adds, softer now, because part of him knows that the old him never shared this with her. But he doesn't try to stop the words. "And I love your smile."

That smile he loves so much doesn't exactly leave her face, but it falters, waning across her lips.

"I'm going to remember you," he promises - her or himself, he isn't sure.

"I'm sure you will," she answers quietly, something like sorrow bleeding into her gaze. "And when you remember everything, Rick - when you remember how you ended up in this mess, maybe you'll wish you could forget."

Kate avoids him for the rest of the day and he lets her, lets her have her space. He's learned enough to know that pushing her doesn't usually work in his favor.

He follows around Ryan and Esposito instead, squeezing out information, gaining small glimpses of the boys he once knew. He remembers Ryan's favorite tie, the video game Esposito's been trying to find time to play for the last two weeks - random tidbits he's grateful for. They're like little seeds and he knows if he just keeps tending to them, they'll grow.

He's not as patient with his memories of Beckett.

Esposito spills first.

"I'm only telling you this because if you get some random burst of memory in front of Beckett, you're gonna bust us both," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Beckett's mom was murdered, it's why she became a cop. Long story short, I let you see the file, you put your nose where it didn't belong and got involved, tried to bring your money into it to solve the case. It's how you ended up with amnesia and she ended up with another dead end."

It was my mother, not my father.

This is for the life that I saved, and this is for the life that I lost.

The crumpled woman in the alley, the stab wounds in her abdomen, the expert showing him the patterns of wounds on a dead woman's body.

You don't back down. That's what makes you extraordinary.

What if I let her down?

I didn't think you were arrogant, Castle. I thought what you did was sweet.

"Hey, hey, Castle? Are you okay, bro?"

His head is pounding. His body is sinking.

"Rick."

His eyes snap open to find Kate Beckett kneeling before him. He's on the floor, knees pulled to his chest, head cradled between the hard press of his palms.

The touch of her fingers to his arm is so careful, so comforting. He wants to tug her into his arms, bury his face in her neck, let the fantasy that's been running wild in his head since he woke up and saw her be real.

"Let me take you home."

He remembers her mother's case. Not everything, but the bones of it.

"I need you to let this go for tonight," she tells him. They're sitting in her cruiser outside of his loft. Hearing the flashes of his memories, the ones that spread through his brain like a decimating wildfire at the precinct, has a terrible mixture of resentment and guilt swirling through her insides.

She wants to hate him all over again for unearthing this to begin with, but she can't. She can't, because she's always known this was inevitable. A year of therapy could only keep her away from her mom's case for so long.

"You're angry with me."

"No, I'm not," she sighs, but she can't look at him. "I'm angry with myself, with the guy who killed with my mom, with the whole situation."

"But Kate-"

"But your memory - it's delicate. No more ambushing people for information."

She tears her eyes away from the window, the darkening skyline. Storm clouds roam the horizon, merging with the cloak of night.

He looks so sad in the passenger seat, his eyes down, head low. So many of his memories have come back to him, and yet his heart still looks so broken.

"And, I'm only going to say this once, but I need you to know something."

That earns the reluctant lift of his gaze, his attention.

"I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun," she admits, some of the ache of earlier draining away at the twitch of his lips. "So I need you to focus on getting better, on remembering me because - I want my partner back."

The smile he gives her has her leaning her head back against the seat, smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Your secret's safe with me, Kate."

His hand is reaching across the space between them, stealing hers, and she lets him have it.

The banging on her door has her jerking awake and reaching for her gun, but then she hears the familiar yet urgent calling of her name.

"Beckett! Beckett! Please be awake!"

She growls and hurries out of her bed, to her front door, before he can wake all of her neighbors.

She yanks the door open to see his fist raised and ready for another series of knocks. He's dripping wet, hair drenched and clothes soaked.

She notices then that it's raining outside, storming if the sound of the downpour and the rumble of thunder is any indication. And he's in nothing more than a t-shirt, flannel pajama pants, and a coat that's flapping open.

"Castle, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses, dragging him inside by his raised arm.

"Kate, Kate, I'm so sorry," he breathes, his chest falling heavy and fast, his teeth chattering. "I've been going through my files, trying to jog more memories and I - I found the file, my notes, all of it. The one on your mother, the one with the guy who I knocked out, who you had to-"

"Castle," she quiets him, reaching for the panicked, rain stricken face before her. God, he's freezing. "Hey, look at me - breathe."

"No, Kate, it's all my fault," he rasps, holding to her wrists, thumbs pressing at the points of her pulse. "I started all of this. And now your lead is dead and it's because of me-"

"If it wasn't for you, I would have never found my mom's killer," she cuts him off, wiping some of the moisture from his cheeks with the swipe of her thumbs.

The heaving of his chest slows, the anguish in his eyes dimming, calming.

She's never been this close to him before, able to feel the exhale of his cool breath on her lips. She should take a step back, slip her hands from his grasp, create some much needed distance between them.

But the way this version of Castle looks at her, so open and needful, so unabashed in his desire to be near her... it has her body canting towards him, her carefully crafted resistance waning.

"Was I angry at you when you opened this? Yes. But I know why you did it, okay? I know you care, and I appreciate you for it."

"I'm still sorry," he whispers, staring down at her. Raindrops from his hair drip down the slope of his nose, fall to the inches of hardwood between their feet. "I'm sorry it hurt you. I'm so sorry-"

"Shh, no more," she says, gentle but firm. "No more being sorry."

Castle sighs, resting the weight of his cheek into one of her palms, the edge of his lips grazing her skin.

"Thank you."

She nods, touching one of her thumbs to the dip in his chin.

"Did you run all the way here to tell me this, Castle?"

"I couldn't sleep anyway," he shrugs, still holding to the slim bones of her wrists. "I'm up every night, trying to remember more. Remember you."

Her gaze flicks back to his, the blue in his eyes shifting, storming like the clouds outside.

"You remember enough," she tries to placate him. "You've remembered cases, my coffee, the first time we met-"

"The details," he murmurs. "I want every detail back. I read the first Nikki Heat book."

She swallows hard, lowers her eyes to the fabric of his t-shirt plastered to his chest.

"I want to remember what I was thinking when I wrote the dedication, those interrogation scenes, page 105-"

"Stop," she whispers, but her heart is stuttering unevenly in her chest, bumping against ribs and making her feel unsteady.

"I want to remember the moment I knew I wanted more with you," he breathes.

"More?" she echoes, letting his hands glide along her arms, cupping her elbows, trailing her triceps, cradling her shoulders.

"Kate." He leans in, forehead bumping against hers. "When I woke up, I saw you."

Her body sways into his without her permission.

"And I knew it would be okay."

She shakes her head, but he's nudging his nose against hers, lips glancing over hers with such tentativeness.

"Rick."

"When you're not around, everything feels wrong."

She barely has to arch onto her toes to kiss him, barely has to lean forward to finally seal her lips to his. Castle moans softly, as if in relief, as he kisses her back, his arms wrapping around her.

She shivers when the cold, wet front of his body presses against hers, but the chill fails to stop her from rising into him, from hooking her arms around his neck, fingers in his hair.

His mouth is a caress over hers, his tongue reverent as it slips past the seam of her lips.

She's always known he would be good at this, that they would combust from chemistry the moment she finally allowed it, but she didn't prepare for the trembling need in her bones, the rabbitting of her heart, the slam of the door at his back.

"Has it - always been like this?" he gasps, the heat of his breath fanning across her lips.

"Like what?" she murmurs, feathering her fingers at the still healing bump at the base of his skull, tracing her other hand down his side, feeling the quick rise and fall of his ribcage.

"The wanting," he mumbles, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. Kate hums, kissing him back and slipping a hand beneath the sopping fabric of his shirt. "I don't need to remember to know," he gets out, staining his lips to her jaw, searing along her bone. "I never wanted anyone like this."

He doesn't stop her from shoving the coat from his shoulders, the t-shirt over his head, letting it all hit the ground with a wet slap. He fists his hands in her oversized t-shirt, knuckles brushing the naked skin of her thighs, snagging in the lace at her hips.

Kate mewls against the nip of his teeth, dragging him from the door with her hands at his nape, walking backwards in the direction of her room.

"Me neither," she confesses into his mouth, finding that she believes it too. "It's always felt like this with us."

They stumble into her bedroom, but he's gentle as he lowers her onto the mattress, moves his body over hers, and kisses her like he wants to press every memory into her.

She gasps awake, her room still heavy with darkness, the storm still raging outside.

Her back is slick with sweat from that damn dream she's had every night since she shot Dick Coonan, since Castle lost his memories, since everything changed so brutally.

"Bad dream?"

Kate shifts in the sheets, finds him propped up on an elbow, watching her. Rain still spatters against the window across her room, painting splotches of moonlight and streaks of lightning across his skin. Rolling onto her back, she studies the bare expanse of his chest, the ruffled state of his hair, the clear sea of his eyes on her.

"Yeah," she murmurs, but her hand rises for his jaw, caressing the line of his throat with her fingers. "You?"

"No, just don't want to sleep."

Her fingers twine absentmindedly with the baby fine hairs at the base of his skull. "Why not? Afraid you might forget something?"

"Oh no," he grins, eyes sparking mischievously. "You were right, Kate. I had no idea."

Her lips part to make a remark when realization dawns on her.

"You remember that?"

"And a few other things," he teases, but he's smiling wide at her now, causing her heart to skip a few beats. "Not everything is there yet, still some blank spaces and pieces I can't unscramble yet, but... I'm pretty sure I remember the important parts."

She grins and snakes her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to meet him. His chest shakes with laughter against hers and then he's burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulder.

"Even if I didn't-"

"We'd just make new ones, Castle," she promises him, drawing back and dragging him down with her when she lowers herself back to the mattress, his body draping warm and firm over hers. "I like our..."

"Story," he supplies for her, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

"Our story," she chuckles. "But I could let go of a few pages if I can have this chapter."

"Ooh, Beckett," he grins, craning his neck to kiss her. "I didn't think you could get any hotter, but please keep using literary metaphors in bed."

She's laughing into his mouth, tangling her legs with his under the sheets.

"Wait," he gasps, tearing away from her. "I gotta ask-"

She arches an eyebrow impatiently.

"Remy's, tomorrow? I don't have a memory of us going on a first date."

Heat is radiating from his skin, his fingers twirling in her hair, and it scares the shit out of her, how much she likes him. How possible it could be to love him. She doesn't know if they would have ended up this way without the events of the last few days, but to resist it would be like fighting the tide. And she's rather enjoyed being swept up in him.

Maybe the fear is worth it, for the chance of loving him, letting him love her.

Her hands cradle his cheeks and she arches her neck to kiss him, slow and long and with desperation in the stroke of her tongue.

Castle moans and presses down, slotting into place against her.

"Yes," she breathes, stroking the bones of his cheek, letting her words caress his lips. "I'll make new memories with you, Rick."

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castle-dominion · 2 years ago

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flavours of ice cream

Cherry Tyson - black cherry, AND sour cherry, AND sweet cherry - 3xk (my brother just said "cherry tyson" at some point & I wrote this)

Rick's Café Americain - coffee & whisky?? rum raisin? - Rick Castle

Irish Delight - irish cream - Kevin Ryan

Choco Tacos - just... choco tacos bro, just like the mixed race actor - Javier Esposito

Mango Martha - pineapple, mango, melon, raspberry, coconut, papaya, strawberry, & banana sorbet, plus a splash of red wine - Martha Rodgers

Kitkat Beckett - ice cream with chunks of kitkats in it - Kate Beckett

Vulcan Cinnamon - cinnamon & carob - Vulcan Simmons

Limer Tiger - licorice, lime, & orange - LT

Red Velasquez - unfermented cocoa (ruby chocolate) - Velasquez

Coonan Cookies - small ice cream sandwiches between little cookies - Dick Coonan

Gourmet Gates - triflavoured with raspberry, blueberry, & blackberry - Victoria Gates

Banounty Hunter - Banana - Mike Royce

Soy Mintgumery - dairy free ice cream with mint flavour & chewy bits - Roy Montgomery

Alex-ice cream - strawberry sorbet marbled with strawberry flavoured ice cream marbled with strawberry syrup/purée/jam with chunks of strawberries mixed in - Alexis Castle

Lanie Parish

Jenny O'Malley

Ashley, Owen, Max

Pi pie - apple pie ice cream - pi

Sophia Turner, Serena Kaye, Kyra Blaine

Castle's Dad

Will Sorenson

Vinny The Scar

Finn Rourke, Bobby S, Siobhan O'Doule

Ethan Slaughter

Rocky Rhodes - brownie chunks, almond chunks, pecan chunks, marshmallow bits, mini-marshmallows - Natalie Rhodes

Monster - cookie dough, chocolate chip cookie chunks, oreo cookie chunks, little marshmallows - Joey Malone

Ike Thornton

Raglan

Lockwood

Tory Ellis

Detectives Sullivan, Karpowski, Elden

Tom Demming

Ann Hastings

William Bracken

Johnny Vong, Eric Vaughn, Derrel Meeks

I'm trying to just get reoccurring characters but there are so many memorable characters

#Castle Ice Cream Flavours

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cinegoremagazin · 2 months ago

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codycawdren · 4 months ago

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Rippy (Aka The Red) (2024)

Director: Ryan Coonan Starring: Michael Biehn, Tom Block, Martin Blum Obsessed with living up to her dead father’s legacy a young sheriff finds her mettle tested when locals are found ripped to shreds. I must be honest, I didn’t expect much going into ‘Rippy’, thinking it was going to be a cheap B-movie. It probably didn’t have a big budget, but the film surprised me with good cinematography,…

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livioacerbo · 6 months ago

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Unveiling "The Red": A Killer Kangaroo Horror Adventure #TheRedMovie, #HorrorFilms | Podcast by Livio Andrea Acerbo Unveiling "The Red": A Killer Kangaroo Horror Adventure #TheRedMovie, #HorrorFilms, #KillerKangaroo, #RyanCoonan, #MichaelBiehn, #TessHaubrich, #AaronPederson, #AngieMilliken, #2024Movies, #HorrorCommunity Join Alvin from GreenGround as he delves into the chilling world of "The Red," a 2024 horror film about a killer kangaroo that will leave you on the edge of your seat. Directed by Ryan Coonan and featuring a stellar cast including Michael Biehn, Tess Haubrich, Aaron Pederson, and Angie Milliken, this film promises a unique blend of suspense and terror set against the desolate beauty of the Australian outback. Discover the gripping plot, fan theories, and why this movie is a must-watch for horror enthusiasts. Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more exciting content. For more details, check the description below or ask in the comments! Remember, if you want to stay updated with the latest trends, news, and tech reviews, don’t forget to like and subscribe to Greenground! Follow up on our website https://ift.tt/KpXBDV9 or follow up on our social #fyp, #foryou, #love, #explorepage, #trending, #reviews, #news #YouTube: https://youtube.com/@LivioAcerbo #TikTok: https://ift.tt/vzfKGDU #Facebook: https://ift.tt/nRyoZNc #X(Twitter): https://ift.tt/O6nTmz3 #Instagram: https://ift.tt/03v7SsO #Podcast: https://ift.tt/ZQVeiXJ #Medium: https://ift.tt/1K5fImN #Telegram: https://ift.tt/spPF7dx #Reddit: https://ift.tt/KTolvkU #Rumble: https://ift.tt/7CI6NGq via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OHnuUZ-aNM

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#59 Waterborne - Ryan Coonan 2014

#Waterborne #Ryan Coonan

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WATERBORNE

Pretty much any and everything is returning from the dead these days, so why not a kangaroo?!!! Playing like the B-Horror comedy you'd find on SyFy or streaming, WATERBORNE embraces the ridiculousness of having a marsupial being the object of terror. Having won praise in the film festival circuit, the filmmakers might spin this into a feature film at some point down the road.

#waterborne #octopod films #ryan coonan #short #short film #horror #horror short #horror comedy #kangaroo #zombie #zombies #undead animal #genre #b horror #b movie #australian horror #junkyard demento

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“Help Beckett put this thing to bed, all right?” — Roy Montgomery, To Love and Die in L. A. (3 x 22)

Cosmic irony is his least favorite flavor of one of his favorite literary devices, at least when it’s him the cosmos are messing with. And currently, he is most definitely the plaything of the cosmos.

He finds himself, most unexpectedly, on an adventure with Kate Beckett. He is behind the wheel of a Ferrari with the top down on the sun-drenched, palm-lined trees of the left coast. She is leaning back against the leather seats, pretending that she hates the Ferrari. (She does not hate the Ferrari.) She has produced, from somewhere, the darkest of dark glasses. They give her a mysterious air and up her bad-ass quotient by quite a lot. It’s the two of them against the world. They are on an adventure.

It’s everything the Richard Castle of seven hundred and some odd days ago could have dreamed of when he button-holed Esposito and browbeat him into pulling her mother’s file, the Richard Castle who plied Doctor Death with mid-day scotch and flattery to get him to paw through the defining tragedy of her life so he could have an adventure. It’s everything the Richard Castle of just a few months later tried to convince her was written in the stars, because he couldn’t just apologize, he couldn’t just respect her choices because he wanted a fucking adventure.

He examines all that. He sees his own sordid past and the experiences—the tragedies heaped upon tragedies—that have shaped him and brought him to this moment. He sees Coonan, Raglan, Lockwood or whoever it is she sits across the table from once a week out at Riker’s.

He comes to the painful realization that he’s on an adventure with Kate Beckett, and it’s not at all what Richard Castle, seven hundred and some odd days on has dreamed of for a while.

It’s not that he doesn’t still adore her ferocity and burning drive. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see Royce’s killer rot for so many reasons. It’s just that he has other priorities now. He sees sees the possibility of adventure in the truth-telling light of a cosmic joke.

He sees now the tears she will not shed. He sees what they do to her breath, the stilted, painful rise and fall of her ribs as she grits hers teeth and swallows down her grief by sheer force of will. The weight of Royce’s death—the weight of another body of another person she loved left in heap in a filthy alley—is an almost physical thing pressing down on her shoulders, curling her spine in a most unnatural way.

She is suffering. He doesn’t know how the him of seven hundred and some odd days ago could have failed to understand how much suffering would go into the fulfillment of his adolescent fantasy. He was going to being the whiz kid who solved her mother’s murder, and they were going to have an adventure along the way. He doesn’t know how he could have failed to grasp how much of her suffering is the fuel that drives the engine of this adventure already in progress.

He can’t deny that he’s enjoying it. He can’t deny so much of this makes his heart race—the sunglasses and the wind in her hair, the lock picks and her cinematic defiance of Montgomery, of Seeger, of God and everyone in pursuit of justice, of redemption. He gets swept up in it, moment to moment. He’s giddy, moment to moment, with the realization that he has her all to himself, three thousand miles from everything.

But beneath, beyond, and in between every one of those moments, he aches for her. He worries and wonders how he can coax her back from the ledge she’s determined to rush out on to. He wonders if his much-lauded facility with words can be of any fucking help in this situation. He suspects it cannot.

He wonders anyway what she would do if he simply took her in his arms and whispered against her wind-blown hair a solemn promise that she does not have to do this—that Royce would have hated the idea of her suffering like this, jeopardizing her career, and putting herself in the path of men like the one who gunned him down in an alley. He would give up this and every future promise of adventure if he could do that for her.

If a representative from the cosmos were to show up and cackle about the irony of it all, then demand that he make a choice, he would, in a heartbeat, give up the Ferrari, the sunglasses, and glitzy room. He would hand over the lock picks and patiently weather another seven hundred and something odd days with Ryan and Esposito popping up and dropping in at the most inopportune moments.

He would gladly swap the fun of everything being the two of them against the world for a city full of people who are eager to love her, support her, and comfort her through the senseless losses life keeps tossing her way. He would give up all of this, If it could keep her form getting herself hurt.

He would give up the adventure. He would take her home and sit quietly with her if it could bring her any kind of peace at all.

A/N: Canoodling it out—Not a Thing.

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#Castle #Caskett #Castle; Season 3 #Castle: To Love ad Die in L.A.#Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Mike Royce #Fic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #Interrogatives?#Writing

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THE RED Attack of the monstrous zombie kangaroo! - trailer and release date

The Red is a 2024 comedy horror film in which a remote Australian outback town is terrorised by a monstrous giant zombie kangaroo. Blurb: “Radioactive is excited to announce the theatrical release of The Red, an outrageous comedy horror set in the Australian outback, starring what promises to be Australia’s next iconic personality: Rippy—the giant zombie kangaroo. Rippy is your average bloke by…

#2024 #Angie Milliken #comedy horror #Michael Biehn #movie film #Ryan Coonan #Tess Haubrich #The Red #trailer #zombie kangaroo

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[HORROR NEWS] SEPTEMBER 26, 2022 – Hellraiser Reboot, Wednesday, Scanners TV, and more

Welcome to HORROR NEWS RADIO for September 26, 2022. JOIN US FOR horror news for CLOVERFIELD 2 and SCANNERS on HBO, along with trailer news for HELLRAISER 2022 and KNOCK AT THE CABIN. All this, and more, coming up next…

I am your host Doc Rotten and this is HNR, the official GRUESOME MAGAZINE HORROR NEWS podcast. Back with me again this week is Crystal Cleveland, the Livin6dead6irl.

UPCOMING FILMS

Director Babak Anvari boards Bad Robot's CLOVERFIELD 2 as it officially goes into development Babak Anvari ("Wounds") is set to direct. J.J. Abrams is producing. Previous films in the series: Cloverfield (2008), 10 Cloverfield Lane (2016), The Cloverfield Paradox (2018). Source: Variety

David Cronenberg's SCANNERS returns with an HBO Series. William Bridges (Black Mirror "USS Callister") is the writer and showrunner. Yann Demange (Lovecraft Country) is set to direct.

Synopsis: Two women living on the fringes of modern society are pursued by relentless agents with unimaginable powers and thus must learn to work together to topple a vast conspiracy determined to bring them to heel. Source: The Hollywood Reporter

NETFLIX finally drops the WEDNESDAY premiere date and we're "thankful" - WEDNESDAY debuts on NETFLIX on November 23, 2022. The series is directed by Tim Burton and features Jenna Ortega in the title role. Source: Deadline

CASTING NEWS

Lena Headey teams up with Nick Frost for the comedy/thriller SVALTA for XYZ Films, directed by Steffen Haars and Flip van der Kuil and written by Nick Frost.

Synopsis: a family begin their summer vacation to a remote island with a dark past. There, they discover that a serial killer is on the loose and that unfortunately for them, the hostile locals have no interest in helping them. Source: Deadline

Storm Reid joins Bonnie Aarons in THE NUN 2 with Taissa Farmiga in talks to return. Michael Chaves (The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It) is set to direct. Ian Goldberg and Richard Naing are currently adapting the script from a screenplay penned by writer Akela Cooper (Malignant). THE NUN 2 is currently set to debut on September 8, 2023. Source: Collider

Michael Beihn heads to Australia to film THE RED along with Tess Haubrich (Alien: Covenant) and Angie Milliken (Elvis). The director is Ryan Coonan and the creature effects come from Toby Barron (Thor: Ragnorok).

Synopsis: A young sheriff (Haubrich) obsessed with living up to her dead father’s legacy finds her mettle tested when locals are found ripped to shreds. She must finally face up to her past and work with her eccentric Vietnam veteran uncle (Biehn) to defeat the beast responsible for the murders before it kills everyone in town. Source: Deadline

TRAILERS

HELLRAISER reboot drops on HULU October 7, 2022 Director: David Bruckner Writers: Ben Collins, Luke Piotrowski, David S. Goyer Based on the book by Clive Barker Cast: Jamie Clayton, Odessa A'zion, Goran Visnjic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUlgwJNdu2I

Universal teases M. Night Shyamalan's KNOCK AT THE CABIN coming February 3, 2023 Director: M. Night Shyamalan Writers: M. Night Shyamalan, Steve Desmond, Michael Sherman Based on the novel by: Paul Tremblay Cast: Dave Bautista, Jonathan Groff, Ben Aldridge, Rubert Grint, Nikki Amuka-Bird, Abby Quinn, Kristen Cui

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wiBHEACNHs

RLJE wants to party with KIDS VS ALIENS for early 2023 Director: Jason Eisener Writers: John Davies, Jason Eisener Cast: Dominic Mariche, Phoebe Rex, Calem MacDonald

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eW88_ssV6s

NETFLIX provides first look at THE MIDNIGHT CLUB coming October 7 Creators: Mike Flanagan, Leah Fong Cast: Samantha Sloyen, Zach Gilford, Igby Rigney, Heather Langenkamp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3cCROeOQLQ

Lionsgate doesn't want you to forget that PREY FOR THE DEVIL is coming to theaters this Halloween Director: Damian Stamm Writers: Robert Zappia, Todd R. Jones, Earl Richey Jones Cast: Virginia Madsen, Jacqueline Byers, Nicolas Ralph, Colin Salmon, Ben Cross in his final role

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkEnG6inG4c

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c2x13 condensed post

Ok cuz I’m sure that’s how it works. Blood dripping from the ceiling? Not noticing it in your paint? not getting a gradual increase in the colour of your paint when the blood was slowly dripping in?

I own a boat! XD XD XD XD Johnny Vong this is hilarious & I love it but ryan is so dumb to fall for it like bro my dude girl come on (also apparently ryan's warm milk with honey really does help him sleep)

Ryan come on don’t fall for it

F yeah! As a Métis fiddler, uh 100/10 to celtic fiddlers. You deserve the world. I know that we have a lot of french/french canadian in us, but dang the scots & irish had the right idea & I’m so glad we took after them too.

As a Métis folk catholic, 10/10 to irish catholics. You deserve the world.

Yayyyyy Gil Mazzaro again!

Poor Lanie, she has to be the one to find out

Ryan seriously at work?

Wow that’s lowkey xenophobic but I’m glad he included texas

I’m honestly kind of sad it was sexy beckett. Ryan totally should have been the one to cut it open & give it a taste, he’s the ex-narcotics detective.

Ok walking on glass? Yes you want to be slow. Walking on coals? You want to run.

KR: & which boxes contain the secret path to financial independence. He says, while stroking the CD case GIRL WHAT YOU CAN’T BE THAT GULLIBLE THIS IS CULT STUFF BRO DON’T EVEN LOOK AT YOUR SHOES ARE YOU INSANE THIS MAN HAS YOU HYPNOTIZED LIKE MY DUDE YOU ARE ON A MURDER INVESTIGATION this is the best B plot ever. At least Esposito threatens to pepper spray him SHUT UP SHUT UP you’re just embarrassing yourself more, my dude, of course it is a scam, you literally already know it is a front for a drug smuggling company

I love Roy Montgomery.

I decided to text my dad because of this episode

I mean like yeah at least this gang is… preventing drug addiction? (& then in future episodes we have smth up with detective slaughter in like what s4? & then we have fenton oconnell in s5, & while finn rourke's gang prevents drug addiction bobby s's gang causes it)

Dick coonan. He’s surprisingly diplomatic

That’s a lot of dough

Esposito’s got a nice jacket tbh! also a nice gun & like they pushed down an old man so ew but still: fashionable

Captain just shoot the guy without revealing your position to like maim him or smth. Btw that’s a lot of blood, it takes time to get out. Like bro??? What is even going on?

At least she used the back of her hand to push her hair out of her face rather than her bloody hands.

Ok so it took me a bit less time to watch this episode, only an hour & 15 minutes. Last ep it took about 90 mins. Of course during both episodes I took a break, once to read smth another time to watch a video my dad sent me

#castle 2x13 #castle 2x13 spoilers #rathborne/Dick Coonan #castle s2 spoilers #castle 2x13 quote #plot heavy #sucker punch #the dick coonan episode #the irish mobster episode

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I always like to combine quote prompts, could you do that for me? Castle and Beckett and numbers 14 and 26.

#14- “You’re supposed to talk me out of this” | #26- “I didn’t intend to kiss you”

Because of him, she shoots the only lead she has on her mother’s murder. To save his life.

And now he watches on, horrified, as Beckett hovers above the body, his heart constricting in his chest and warmth floating from his body much like it is Dick Coonan’s. She moves quickly but with purpose, administering chest compressions on the man who killed her mother, hands bloodied further with each attempt.

“Stay with me,” she pleads, never letting up, body rocking with the force of the motions. “Come on. Stay with me.”

Castle bends down, places a hand on her shoulder that seems to release something inside, has her settling back onto her haunches as she finally breaks. Silence covers the room like a blanket, the soft hiccups as Beckett tries to contain her sobs the only sounds heard. Ryan, Esposito, all of the other officer’s in the room, they don’t dare utter a word.

His palm remains where it lay atop her jacket, what he hopes is a comforting weight.

It sends pain rippling through his body, watching her like this, vulnerable and cracked, and it increases tenfold when he thinks about how he bears some of the blame.

She’s sitting at her desk when he sees her next, some time after they’ve removed Coonan from the bullpen and Beckett had stalked off, tears staining her cheeks and hands colored crimson. She’s in casual clothes now, no doubt from the bag she keeps in her gym locker, and her hair is pulled up in an adorable pony tail, rogue strands framing her face.

He tries to walk up quietly, but she turns at the sound of his footfall, gestures to the paper she’s holding. “Montgomery’s post-incident evaluation. You come off like Steven Seagal.”

There’s no anger in her tone, no hints of blame.

“Should I be flattered or insulted?” he volleys back. He’s trying.

“Both?”

He takes it, and places the bag he’s been holding onto the floor. Dropping himself into his usual chair, he reaches into the brown bag and starts to pile the varying food purchases onto her desk, one by one.

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got sushi, I got some Italian,” he says, focus solely on the next item to be grabbed. “Got some Thai, and even picked up some hot dogs.”

“It wasn’t your fault, you know.” Her voice is soft, and he’s sure if he looked up right now, her eyes would be just as soft. But he can’t, and so instead he slowly lowers the last foil wrapped hot dog to the desk.

Taking a deep breath, he pauses for a moment before finally risking a glance up. “I overstepped, and I came to say I’m sorry. And that I’m through.”

He may not be looking directly at her, but he doesn’t miss the slight whip of her head when he mentions leaving.

“If it wasn’t for me—”

“If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve never found my mom’s killer,” she says, leaning forward in her seat, adamant he hear her. “Castle, you threw out $100,000 on a whim. There were no guarantees we’d catch him, no insurances at all, but you still… you took that leap of faith, just on the off chance I’d get some closure. It didn’t—it didn’t work out how we’d hoped, but how could I blame you for that?”

He lets out a small sigh. “You had to shoot your only lead.”

“And I’d do it again. I’m…” she starts, stopping briefly to lick her lips. “Someday soon I’m going to find the sons of bitches that had my mother killed, and I’d like you around when I do.” The small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth loosens some of the knots rooted in his chest. “And if you tell anyone what I’m about to say there’s gonna be another shooting, but I’ve gotten used to you pulling my pigtails. I have a hard job, Castle, and having you around makes it a little more fun.”

A soft grin breaks across his face, the crinkles around his eyes returning. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Seemingly satisfied, Beckett sits back into her chair, one leg pulled up to her chest, and hands over a pair of plastic utensils. He grabs them with a laugh and waits for her to take first pick before making his move. She notices what he’s doing and huffs out an exaggerated breath.

In the end, they end up sharing, Beckett opening the Chinese while he digs into the Thai, with the two switching mid-way through to get some of each.

With only hot dogs left, Castle taps out, resting his fork against the paper bag. Beckett follows suit, and they sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes; he wants so badly to know what she’s thinking, to know what’s going on in that head of hers after the events of today. He’s content now, but he doubts the lingering self-blame will subside tonight, or tomorrow, and maybe not this week. But soon, hopefully; sooner with the knowledge that she doesn’t blame him fresh in his mind.

He’s about to say something, anything, when she breaks the silence. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Does he… what?

“Kate Beckett, leaving at a decent hour?” he teases, going for their usual banter.

She chuckles. “Don’t get used to it, but I could use some time to decompress.”

Castle hums. “Ah. Understandable and completely deserved,” he says, standing from his chair and moving to pile the garbage. “Here, I’ll throw this away and then walk you out?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before shuffling off, tossing their empty food containers into the nearest trash can.

When he returns, she’s staring at him, bottom lip pulled gently between her teeth.

“That was… kind of an invitation.” When he’s silent, she continues. “I’m not really in the mood to drink alone.”

Oh. “Oh. I, uh, yeah—yeah, absolutely. Let’s go.”

He revels in the soft laughter and roll of her eyes as he walks her to the elevator.

She’s beautiful. He’s always known this, of course, since the day they met—he’d be insane to deny the excellent features with which she has been blessed. But she’s especially beautiful right now, in the soft lighting of her apartment. In the casual clothes she still adorns, her hair up and legs tucked beneath her body as she sits beside him on the couch.

He doesn’t often get to see this side of her. The side that’s more Kate than Beckett, more vulnerable than hard-ass detective.

They’re each on their second glass of wine; she’d pulled it from a back cabinet, laughed about how she saves this bottle for rough cases. He’d say this one definitely fits the bill. Conversation has remained in relatively safe areas, but they’ve ventured back to the events of today.

He’s sorry they didn’t get the bastard behind her mother’s murder today, that she’d come so close only to be let down again, but she assures him she’ll be okay.

“You’ll find him,” he tells her, confident in her determination and fire if nothing else. “I know you will.”

“I know.” She smiles around the rim of her glass. “And I meant what I said before, you know. I want you around when I do.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he promises, his voice light but chest tightening at the mere prospect of her ever wanting to get rid of him, of her mind changing for some reason in the future before she finds the man responsible.

But he pushes it aside, keeps a smile on his face, because he has faith in her. In them, in this partnership they’ve developed over the past two years.

Beckett hums. “Good,” she decides, not making eye contact as she says, “I wasn’t planning to.”

He doesn’t know how they got here, with his lips slanted over hers, hands cupping her cheeks and her palms splayed against his chest. It feels like heaven, as cliche as he knows that is, but in the moment he can’t find the words to describe how wonderful, how right this feels. Her lips are soft beneath his, perfect.

When they pull away, he rests his forehead against hers. “I didn’t intend to kiss you,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. Slowly, he extracts himself, settles back into the couch cushion.

And he didn’t, really. He didn’t think this was even within the realm of possibilities when he’d accepted her offer to come over for drinks. He’s thought about it before, sure, many times, but this isn’t how he thought it’d happen.

Not here, not after a grueling day, not when her emotions are running high.

She’s silent for a few beats, gaze glued to the palms now placed in her lap instead of on his chest, and he’s afraid he’s spooked her. Or worse, offended her.

“I know,” she whispers, so quietly he almost doesn’t hear. When he looks up, her eyes are back on him, soft and imploring, a smile visible behind the clouds, and it does something to him, sets him on fire.

For the second time in five minutes, he kisses her. For the first time, it’s entirely intended.

Her hands find their way into his hair this time, fingers massaging his scalp, and his return to her face. He doesn’t know who deepens the kiss, but when he pulls away once more, he brushes the soft skin of her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I think this is where you’re supposed to talk me out of this,” he says, taking a deep breath. The smell of her invades his senses, of wine and Kate.

“Mm. I know,” she murmurs, face angling further into his palm. “I should.”

She really should, he knows this. This isn’t the right time, not when she’s vulnerable and riding on a high of shooting her mother’s killer. It’s not the ideal time to start a… whatever this is between them; he’d love to call it a relationship, but as was with their partnership, it’s bound to be a tentative, fragile, work-in-progress thing.

So, he knows she should, knows he should. He knows they should stop, talk, have an actual conversation about this.

“But?” he hedges, restrained hope bubbling beneath the surface.

In lieu of an answer, she presses her lips to his again, soft and sweet.

“But,” she breathes, leaning forward to rest against the fabric of his shirt, “I don’t want to.”

#castle fanfiction #castle #kate beckett #rick castle #i don't know how i feel about this one i'm sorry #i hope you enjoy it anyway #and thanks so much for the request :')#monalyssa33

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