#imagine no asbestos

[elscottie]

My mom and I are insane. Really considering selling my cute 1920’s house for an ugly modern townhouse just so I could live worry free

[sciencewife]

I thought I’d start making references for Schrödinger’s Cave, my beloved Portal AU longfic, to show readers what everyone looks like (and provide handy references for anyone who wants to draw fanart for my fic). Who better to start with than the fic’s namesake, Cave Johnson, or SC Johnson for short.

There are more after this one I plan to do, so stay tuned for those, it’s just this one took me foreverrrrrr to draw (I freehanded the whole thing and didn’t use a sketch layer 💀). But I hope to get ones done for Caroline, Doug, and other characters. Maybe even the mantis men!

I’m working two jobs again, so who knows how long that’ll take. But maybe I’ll post the full set when I’m done! In the meantime, look at this old man.

[freakylittlestarcreature]

Magic system idea: everything is alive and you can't directly control it. The rocks around you? Conscious. The trees? Vibin. The decayed mass of mixed plant and animal matter in your compost? The collective materials form into a community that makes decisions together. Let's say the bigger the identified bunch of matter, the more intelligent and willful the mass is.

All conscious objects/collections of objects can move, but tend not to either because they are comfy or they just like staying put. Now, the magic comes in here by you, the "wizard," having to convince the materials to change their shape, move around, and potentially conduct actions. This would be a charisma-based magic system in all likelihood... you gotta be good at convincing people to do your bidding to get this done after all.

Now, I think this idea has potential. It requires that everything is at least somewhat more flexible than in real life, but an advantage of that required shift in material consistency is it requires a level of suspension of disbelief that would make the wacky shenanigans of a fantasy world easier to accept for players.

Imagine the stories you could tell where magical power is determined not by one's force of will, but by the power of negotiation. Imagine druids being considered one among the trees, fighting in tandem with the surrounding forest to kill any outsiders. Imagine entire deserts reshaping themselves to confuse travelers simply for the morally dubious fun of watching humans they don't like struggle. Imagine trying to conduct an investigation and finding that buildings made of living stone have been promised inclusions of new stones to keep quiet about a murder.

For the most fun, imagine how this kind of magic system could integrate into preexisting worlds with magic systems. Great material shapers could learn of the harm done to the land by the various people and creatures of the world and choose to pursue a vendetta against such actors. Or maybe these material shapers could be some of the most prized architects in kingdoms, convincing building materials to shift and bend in ways otherwise impossible to create.

In d&d combat specifically, I imagine they'd have a strong focus on restraining their foes: with armor and weapons convinced to turn against their user, or the ground opening up and swallowing people whole.

[aeolianblues]

“Was wah wah wahhh why don’t the rest of you mind your own business and let America’s shitty laws just be, they don’t affect you, do they?”

“They don’t affect you, do they?”

*not IDed, but the Wikipedia page in question is linked

[milimeters-morales]

I know the company that sponsored Miles’s baby powder thing was probably Charm & Stammer but can you imagine if it was Scammer. Because at that point Miles deserved to get cancelled. Dumbass trusted a company that literally had SCAM in the name 😭 anyway it’s just so funny how Peter B. gave advice to someone to help with being Spider-Man and that advice got the person into severe trouble it’s such a Peter/Spider-Man thing in general to happen 😭😭

[yakuzacanons]

Can I request headcanons for the lads and a mute s/o? Maybe their s/o uses a draw pad to communicate (Kinda like the little girl in Yakuza 3, though it doesn't have to be trauma related)

Oooh this is a super cool idea. This one might be rather brief since I don't think I've ever met a mute person and I wouldn't wanna get too lost in the fictional sauce if that makes sense (never wanna misconstrue the truth about anyone with any disability or say something blatantly incorrect or offensive and all that). Headcanons below da cut though, have a good one!

Kazuma Kiryu

Honestly unfazed. Willing to learn how to communicate in whatever ways their s/o prefers, whether it's by writing in a notepad or ASL. Does his best to be accommodating as much as possible. Kiryu's had to face a lot of traumatic things and has met people with a lot of trauma so he's got the patience of a saint.

Majima Goro

Might be oblivious to it at first but once he realizes that his s/o is mute, he'll feel so bad and apologize. The most gentle of all of the boys with anyone with a disability, especially after spending so much time with Makoto. Speaks up on your behalf and would punch the hell outta anyone who tried to even think about making fun of you.

Akiyama Shun

A little confused at first but settles into things pretty fast. Gets used to his s/o pulling out a notepad to write down things. Type of guy to just bring his own notepad with him everywhere just in case his s/o needs something to write on.

Saejima Taiga

The biggest sweetie about it. Takes his time and never rushes you. Actually kind of interested in learning sign language if you wouldn't mind teaching him. Whatever method of communication you prefer, he'll go to great lengths to meet you in the middle and learn to communicate with you properly. Absolutely not judgemental at all.

Ryuji Goda

It's such a contrast to his typically boistrous and loud personality that it honestly teaches him a lot. You'll notice Ryuji becoming more patient, less inflammatory, and listening more when people speak. Totally the type of guy to be like "They said NO PICKLES" like in those memes.

Nishikiyama Akira

It honestly doesn't change a thing for him. Does a lot of hand gestures though, like thumbs up or thumbs down when asking if you'd like something at a store. Still talks just as much as he normally does, just gets more animated. Scared of losing you in a crowd though because he knows he's prone to panicking pretty fast.

Daigo Dojima

Gentle sweetie man. Would honestly teach himself sign language late at night after a long day so he could surprise you with it. If a pen and paper is your preferred method of communication, he'll get you a nice notebook with good quality paper and a set of nice pens. He knows he doesn't really understand what you're dealing with but wants to at the very least have or provide the tools necessarily to make things smoother for you.

Mine Yoshitaka

Would have whole conversations with you in a notepad, just the two of you writing back and forth. It may seem silly, especially if you're not actually deaf, but Mine kind of likes that it's a way of talking that only the two of you can participate in without the prying ears of his coworkers or the nosiness of judgemental strangers. Type of man to leave little notes around the house saying encouraging things or telling you he loves you.

Tatsuo Shinada

Loud enough for the two of you. Very much the type of guy who, upon the two of you walking into a cafe, to proudly say "table for TWO, please!" while holding up two fingers. Totally fine with you being quiet, although at first he might confuse that with something being wrong until he understands that you're just completely mute. Points at stuff a lot for some reason, like for example if you're ordering food, he'll point at the spicy symbol as a way of asking if you want it spicy or not.

[osanzo]

hey, i don't know how many of my followers are still active or if you can help at all, but. in case it helps.

my friend from work was displaced from her home two months ago when the HVAC company she hired to clean the ducts found asbestos in her basement. the workers followed no safety protocols when removing the asbestos and contaminated her entire house. initially they promised to cover the costs for a proper decontamination and replacement of all her possessions, as well as costs for motel stay, but they only paid for about a week of motel before ceasing all communication. she's now started a gofundme to help hire a lawyer to take legal action, and anything helps.

please help if you can, she's a wonderful person and she's already put so much money and effort into her first home only to be forced out due to the HVAC company's negligence.

[elainemorisi]

periodically I say a little prayer of gratitude that the people who were lined up to buy my house before I saw it decided that the entirely intact asbestos flooring in the wide open basement was a deal breaker for some reason

[chaotic-symphony]

So I just had a thought

It's a house with a popcorn ceiling burns down

Is that smoke now filled with asbestos

[icelogged]

exploring abandoned places is the worst man… you’ll find a wonderful little place not being used but you can’t clean it up and live there because of society or something ://

[elvendeity]

i will never not be in awe of people who say things like "no that's not the way it works" under literal memes

[superconductivebean]

#280

haven't been on YT for a while. can't say it did me horrible job of missing out on things although just now it suggested, i wasn't there for disturban history's new vids.

or for the wicked case studies.

or for the history of deceases.

or for netstalkings aka In Today's Trending On Internet

eeeeeh i dont really want to delve back unless 4hr long documentary about whatever else victorians did horrifyingly unsafe and dangerous in utmost fascinatingly wicked ways.

[wheres-your-paddle]

being a writer is so embarassing. i'm sitting on my bed, bopping to my music, kicking my feet, imagining scenarios. and i'm looking at internet pages about asbestos.

[arjudy224]

Gotham is an environmental NIGHTMARE⚠️

This may be a really niche topic, but my degree is currently in Environmental science, so this is on my mind constantly.

Think about it:

The Joker is constantly messing with the air quality with his "laughing gas".

Poison Ivy's pheromones are definitely going to end up in the water supply.

Killer Croc lives in the sewers? Imagine having to deal with a sewer emergency and your boss goes "Dammit Waylon. Again?"

He's not even the only person who lives in the sewers canonically.

Bruce Wayne is constantly flying private. Don't even get me started on Batman and the Justice Leagues carbon emissions...

The Joker is constantly crashing planes/ cars into Gotham Harbor. You know that water is polluted beyond repair. Imagine having Aquaman step in because all the fish are in Gotham are dying...

Not to mention, Batman's rogues are constantly poisoning that water supply.

The Rogues' are also poisoning themselves by working out of old abandoned buildings that are riddled with asbestos....

On the topic of my girl Poison Ivy...

Can you imagine having this woman in class? Freshman year she teaches the hardest intro level botany course offered. You spend every week going to her office hours hoping to pass her class, then a decade later she is bullying you for not remembering the exact equation for photosynthesis while you clean up the mess SHE MADE. The drama.

Might write a fan fic about this in the next couple months. Comment if you would be interested!

Edit: I started writing a fic similar to this called The Intern if y’all are interested! Check it out!

[symbioticsimplicity]

Hi!! Its me, your resident severe asthmatic! I'm very familiar with the junk your lungs do when they fucking hate you! (And I've been choked out a lot of times, but that's unrelated.)

So a lot of the time when your lungs are compromised, the fluid that builds up in them is mucus-y and it makes breathing much, much harder. Its difficult to cough out, which if you're not careful will lead to puking. Being strangled will cause this temporarily, but if you have any underlying lung issues, like say, breathing in spores from an entirely hostile hell dimension, its going to agitate that A LOT.

The problem with the whole mucus bit, is that it will keep doing that for as long as your lungs are distressed. So on top of any damage you suffered, you're now suffocating in this dense mucus. You can hack it out, but that will also agitate your lungs and its a vicious cycle.

Most people will need to be still for a while to recover and not suffer any additional damages while they do.

Steve Harrington however did not do that, because of course he didn't.

So let me give you a run down of what that would entail: Strangulation, which caused the initial distress then leads to lungs full of mucus-y fluid. This fluid leads to either vomiting or continued coughing which will continue to produce fluid. Having this filling your lungs leads to shortness of breath, dizziness, impaired vision, lightheadedness, and increased body temperature. If left for long enough, oxygen deprivation can lead to confusion, loss of memory, and significant fatigue.

Also?? Having fluid in your lungs hurts, a lot. Homeboy would feel like he's in a vice grip until they sorted that out.

Especially since that happened TWICE.

... so apparently strangulation can cause fluid overload in the lungs and essentially cause vomit to get in your lungs... which can lead to some very very bad problems... and considering the Upside Down particles and everything... Steves lungs are fucked.

( P.S apparently vomiting after strangulation is somewhat common, I'm just thinking... the Creel House is the second time he's been strangled for a while in like, what, 24 hours? Less? baby boy- )

[cmncisspnandmore]

All Hands On Deck- Part 4

Pairings: Poly!141 X Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2852 (I suck)

Previous: Part 3

A/N: I wish i could say im back but im not sure if i really am. Life had been really fucking shitty and honestly writing has been the last thing i wanted to do, so heres what i had written before life kicked me when i was already down. Its short and i apologize. When i do get back on my feet i promise i will make them longer.

“What do you think of this one?” Kyle slides his laptop towards you, showing you another house listing. 

This one was 5 bedrooms, with an unfinished basement, 2 large living rooms. You scroll the listing and shake your head. The kitchen was so outdated you were afraid the pipes were insulated in asbestos.

“It needs a lot of renovation, and I'm worried about asbestos. That kitchen looks like it hasn't been touched since the 30’s,” you slide the laptop back to him.

“What about this one Mo Chridhe?” Johnny slides a real estate magazine towards you. The page flipped to a tudor style build, and you shake your head, scrunching up your nose.

“No,” You rest your head on your hand, you glance at John and Simon who are talking quietly amongst themselves. 

“What about you two?” You ask, and they both look at you. Simon and John share a look, communicating without words. You hated when they did that, silently talking with their eyes. All your husbands did it, it was something they developed after working together for years. Johnny and Kyle look over at them and share a look too.

“Oh no you four don't, tell me what you're thinking,” you frown, and they laugh. 

“We’ve been looking for a month, Lovie, maybe we won't find anything that fits all of us.” Simon explains coming over and standing behind you. He wraps his large arms around you, putting his large scarred hand on your stomach.

“So what are you suggesting?” You look up at him, your head tipped back against his chest. He looks down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“How about we build?” He suggests.

“Like from the ground up?” You ask brows furrowed. 

“No from the top down,” Johnny retorts, “Ouch!” He whines rubbing the back of his head as Kyle glares at him.

“Boys,” John warns.

“We found a few large plots of land we can build on, that already have water and electricity hook ups for them,” Simon explains, reaching over you and grabbing the laptop on the counter. He pulls it closer to him, his fingers moving over the keys as he pulls up the listing for the land. Pulls up the picture of a plot of land, 5 acres in the countryside. 

“Hmm..” you hum as you look at it, trying to imagine what kind of house you would build there. 

“We can have whatever you want. If you want 20 bathrooms you can have it,"John crosses his arms across his chest. His shirt flexing over his forearms, your eyes drifting to the light green fabric. Your eyes trail up his arms to his chest, his neck and finally to his face. His beard was a little longer, his bright blue eyes looking at you. As you stare he raises an eyebrow at you. The rumbling at your back sending goosebumps over your skin. 

“Baby?” Kyle says his warm hand landing on your arm. You jerk your head to the right where he stands, a knowing smirk on his face. 

“Did you hear Simon?” He asks, his full lips twitching at the edges as he fights back a smile. A blush flushes your cheeks, making them grow warm.

“No…” you mumble, your face tipping down to stare at the counter. 

“You get lost in that pretty head of yours?” Johnny smiles, “something catch your eye Mo Chridhe?” 

“Think she was staring at our captain,” Simons voice is laced with a smile.

“I-I” you stumble over the words, your eyes darting around the room.

“Have we been neglecting you Darling?” John comes closer standing on the left of Simon. 

“No…”

“You sure?” He whispers as he leans in his lips brushing yours. There's a sharp intake of breath behind you, Simon's fingers flexing over your small baby bump. 

“I think we haven't been paying her enough attention…” Kyle murmurs, his lips finding your neck and shoulder. Trailing over the smooth skin there, his tongue darting out to taste you. A shudder runs through you as John's hand comes to hold the side of your face, his rough fingers brushing along your jaw. 

“Steaming Jesus,” Johnny groans.

“Thank fuck it’s almost midnight,” Kyle adds.

“Think we should spread her out over the counter,” Simon mumbles, a series of affirmative noises follow. As John pulls back from your lips he smiles, your chest heaving with each ragged breath.

“Is that what you want Darling?”John breathes his minty breath fanning across your flushed face. “Want us to lay you out on the kitchen counter and have our way with you?” 

Your voice fails you and all you can do is nod. Desire coursing through your veins lighting your nerve endings on fire. Each movement from them sends new ripples of electricity over your body. 

Johnny smirks, his smile smug as he watches you squirm. He loved how turned on you got when you were pregnant. Your hormones racing, no matter how exhausted you were you couldn’t ever turn them down. It had been awhile since they all had taken you together, finding it hard to find a moment when they were all free, the children all taken care of so they could all dote on you without interruptions. The last time had been the second night after they got back and found out about the new babe. The tiny life growing inside you.

John glances at Simon, the two having a conversation with their eyes again, and suddenly you’re lifted off the stool. Placed on the white counter to like you’re the most precious thing in the world, you shudder as the counter comes in contact with your bare thighs. John moves the things behind you, and places a sweatshirt on the counter, his hands going to your shoulders to lean you back against it as Simon nudges your legs apart with his hips.

You stare up at the ceiling, the recessed lighting you hated staring back at you. You gasp as two sets of lips touch your thighs. Both warm but so distinct.

Simon and Kyle.

Kyle’s stubble is softer against your skin than Simon’s. His lips fuller. Simon’s lips are followed by tiny bites that sting slightly. Leaving marks in their wake as he trails his lips to the hem of your shorts.

“Oh,” you gasp, as a warm hand slips under the hem of your shorts and teases the edge of your panties.

“Wanna play a game?” Johnny asks, leaning his arms on the counter as he peers down at you.

“What kind of game?” You mumble eyes half lidded as he and John trail their fingers along your skin. 

“We blindfold you and see if you know who’s touching you,” Johnny smiles down at you.

“Okay. What happens if I win?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in defiance.

“You can get those chickens you’ve been asking for when we move,” John replies, and you smile.

You had been bugging them about getting chickens. With the amount of eggs your family went though it would be more practical to have them then buy 6 dozen eggs every week. At least if you had some chickens you could get fresh eggs every day.

“Deal.”

A few moments later Simon comes back with a tie from the upstairs closet and gently wraps the soft fabric around your eyes. He ties it securely behind your head making sure not to snag any of your hair in the knot.

“Ready?” Johnny's thick accent asks from your left. 

“Yes…” You mumble, your hands clenched at your sides in excitement. 

Suddenly there's a hand on your thigh that trails down to your knee, the skin is smooth and soft, but the cool metal wedding band gives away who it is. Kyle's band was significantly thinner than the others, he had used his grandfather's wedding band but due to years of resizing it had grown thin and worn. 

“Kyle…” you breathe, and you're rewarded by his lips touching yours briefly. 

“You’re right baby.”

The next set of hands are much more aggressive with their touch, they land on your sides, roughly trailing up, pushing your shirt up with them. Exposing your full breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebble from the sudden temperature change, and suddenly a warm set of lips catches one of your nipples. 

“Johnny!” You gasp, back arching off the counter.

“Fucking hell Mactavish did you have to get us all worked up like that so fast?” Simon's deep voice grumbles, the sounds of clinking belts and fabric hitting the floor with soft thumps follow. 

“Sorry LT, cant resist these anymore,” Johnny chuckles, his tongue flicking out to lap at your nipple, earning a small moan from you. 

Your breath stutters in your chest as someone else starts to pay the same attention to your other breast as Johnny does. The lips are warm but the tell tale brush of a beard on your skin gives them away. 

“John,” you pant, your chest heaving with each breath. Between the blindfold, the anticipation and the attention they were showering your breasts with you weren't sure how long you were going to be able to pay attention and figure out who was who. Pleasure was already starting to fog your brain. A pair of large hands grabs your sleep shorts and panties and discards them. Before the same pair of hands push your knees up towards your chest and your heels land on the counter top. 

A thick finger glides along your entrance and you choke on a moan. 

“S-Simon,” you stutter out as he swirls his finger through your folds.

“Good girl,” he praises, as he regards you by pushing his finger into your aching cunt. You let out a lewd moan, as John and Johnny pull away from their assaults on your nipples to look down at what Simon was doing. 

“Fuck,” Kyle moans and you can hear his hand working his cock. 

“Want to keep playing? Maybe we should make you guess who’s cock is buried deep inside your tight little body,” John whispers in your ear, making you shiver. Goosebumps erupting on your skin. 

“Oh god, please,” you moan as Simon adds another finger, stretching you open. 

There's a moment of pause and you know they’re all looking at each other trying to figure out who gets to go first. After a brief moment Simon pulls his fingers from you and you whimper at the loss. 

The soft sound of a cap opening, and suddenly you can feel someone standing by your feet, two sets of hands help pull you to the end of the counter, your ass almost falling off but the person between your legs makes sure you don't fall. Your body trembles from anticipation and when you're sure you're going to combust if someone didn't touch you right that moment. With one hard thrust the person between your thighs slides into you. Your breath stutters in your chest as they grab your hips and slam into you. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, as they pound into you.

“Who’s between your legs Darling?” John asks, as you struggle to make sense of who's between your legs through the waves of pleasure that are rolling through you. You take a few breaths and really concentrate. The hands holding your thighs were calloused but not enough to be Simon or John.

“Tick Tock love, who is it?” Simon's voice is right by your ear. 

You groan as the person pulls almost all the way out before they ease back in, they were long but not nearly as thick as Johnny or Simon. 

“Kyle!” You gasp as Kyle slams his hips into you, his thrusts faltering as he falls over the edge, your own orgasm sweeping through you.

You suck in a sharp breath as he pulls out and Kyle’s soft lips fall onto yours before he places a soft kiss to your baby bump. 

“You’re right,” Kyle murmurs, as he trailed his hand up to your cheek where he brushes his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Ready for the next person?” He asks softly, and you nod. It takes a few seconds but eventually someone else settles into between your legs, they spread your legs wider and their hands grip your waist. They weren’t gentle, as they thrust into you with one harsh thrust, before setting a brutal pace that had you a moaning mess.

“Oh fuck! Oh god,” you moan loudly. They didn’t stop their brutal pace, their fingers digging into your skin, nails biting into the soft flesh.

“Simon!” You scream as your next orgasm quickly overtakes you, the mixture of the brutal pace and the lingering pleasure still coursing through your body from Kyle sending you tumbling over the edge far faster than normal.

“Fuck you’re so tight, so wet for me.” Simon grunts as he slams into you. It only takes him a few moments to find his own release, Simon leans over you and kisses you, his arms on either side of your head, His lips brush yours and you sigh softly. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Simon mumbles against your lips before he pulls away and slips out of you. Your entire body trembles as you lay on the counter, your skin slick with a thin veil of sweat as you wait for the next person. 

“Can you handle anymore” John's rough voice is in your ear. His breath tickles the side of your face as he talks.

“I-I don't know,” you mumble, your entire body felt like jello.

“Did we become too much for you Darling? I thought you could handle all of us?” John presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“I don't think she can, such a shame,” Kyle chimes in. his hands brushing across your thigh.

“You can handle it Lovie,” Simon coos, his large hand trailing down your chest as he tweaks one of your nipples. Your back arches off the counter and you moan loudly. 

Without warning there's someone gripping your thighs and pulling them apart, their rough hands digging into the soft flesh, and you wouldn't be surprised if you had bruises after. A moment later they bottom out inside of you. Your thighs shake as they move, their thrusts are softer than Simons but there's a controlled restraint in them. Almost as if they are afraid it really is too much for you. “Johnny, don't hold back,” you moan. 

“Ah fuck,” Johnny groans as he thrusts back into you harder. His hands digging into your thighs to hold you in place. “Fuck youre so tight for me, so wet.”

As Johnny continues his brutal pace someone undoes the tie around your eyes and you blink as your eyes adjust. Simon leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. One of his hands on your cheek as his tongue invades your mouth. Your head spins from the sensations, the feeling of Johnny's rough thrusting, Simon's attention to your lips. Johnny’s movements stutter and a moment later he stills completely. His hands let go of your thighs. His palms smack the counter on either side of your hips. 

Your moan is swallowed by Simon as Johnny pulls out of you. He dips his head and kisses the red fingerprints on your thighs for a moment. His breath tickles the sensitive flesh there, before he pulls away. 

“I guess I'm the only one left,” John smiles as he takes Johnny's place. You tear your mouth away from Simons. 

“I guess you are,” you breathe your eyes meeting his. His lip ticks up in a small smirk as he leans over you, one large hand wrapping around your throat for a moment before he squeezes lightly. His blue eyes remain locked on yours as he slowly slides into you. From the corner of your eye you can see Kyle and Johnny slip from the kitchen and a moment later the sound of the shower turning on echoes through the house. 

Simon watches as John fucks you on the counter, his eyes never straying from your reactions. The way your back arches off the counter, the way your breathing stutters when he hits that one spot inside of you. As John picks up his pace he lets go of your throat and moves his hands to your hips. He holds you in place as he slams into you with a steady yet brutal pace. As your orgasm rips through you a hand covers your mouth to silence your scream. Simon's dark brown eyes staring down at you. His pupils lost in the color of his irises. John pulls out of you and catches his breath and Simon slowly lifts his hand from your mouth and your heels slip off the edge of the counter. Your entire body went limp, your hair stuck to your forehead.

“You okay?” Simon asks softly.

“Better than okay…” you give him a lazy smile.

“Oh?” Simon tilts his head towards you, as John pulls on his boxers. 

“Yeah, I was just ravaged by my 4 husbands and I get chickens.” 

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