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Hannibal obsessed with one of his patients

Hannibal Lecter × patient!reader

Warnings: unhealthy dynamics, obssesive relationship, slight stalking, Hannibal being emotionally manipulative, mental health issues (he caused)

At first you were just another patient, a potential pawn or a future extravagant dinner he would enjoy some Friday night. Another lost and troubled soul that was unfortunate enough to find him.

There was something about you that caught his eye. The way you talked, the way you carried yourself.

However his interest grew like a forest fire, a burning insatiable hunger consumed him more and more with each one of your sessions.

He started taking notes of every little detail of your life and with some research of his own he soon knew every aspect of your life. Where you live, where you work, who your friends are, which cafe you spend your Saturday morning everything in.

He knew that he should feel bad for crossing such a line between a therapist and a patient but he didn’t really. After all, it wasn't that hard. With your social media your life was practically an open book for everyone to read and enjoy and if he didn’t then he was sure someone else did.

Only the thought made him angry. It wasn’t about your safety but more about his hurt ego. He had his eye on you, no one else should change that and he should make it known.

Of course he had always been a fan of traditional courting so don’t be confused when you start bumping into him in the most random places at some point with the excuse of cheering you up even being invited to one of his glamorous dinner parties. All of those situations you tried to avoid and refuse gracefully, not because of being aware of his true intentions but rather because you knew there was a thin line you shouldn’t cross.

So you didn't leave him any other way. He truly wanted to be gentle and kind with you and treat you like the precious, vulnerable creature you were in his mind but you just won’t have it the easy way, will you?

The thought of being patient- one of the tarits he awlways took pride on- now felt like a real torture. He wanted to consume you whole. There was something about you that reflected some part of him, an unknown familiarity of your pain. He wanted to break you down, then pick up your parts and build you up. Then do it all over again.

Your sessions were heavy at least. Raw honesty from your part and emotional manipulation from his all to serve the creation of an intense bond, a codependent relationship.

Your wellbeing and mental health had turned into a chess game and the game was anything but fair. In less than two months your whole well being was hanging from a thread and only he could help you or tear you apart.

One can only imagine the sadistic pleasure he took from your vulnerability and pain. Comfortably he sat at his armchair watching as you fell apart in front of him each week feeling worse and worse. All he had to do was just watch and enjoy, proud of his creation.

In his free time he recalled how beautifully you cried, so broken and desperate for him to fix you but all he wanted was lick your tears and take you in. He imagined you being under him, crying - from pleasure - his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.

Soon he had you feeling as if the whole world had turned against you. You couldn’t even trust your own judgement, you had cut ties with most of your friends -Dr Lecter advised you that none of them were genuine-you had become more and more isolated, you felt like you’re turning paranoid.

And then the final act of his play

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know where else to go” and like clockwork you deliberately walked onto his trap, basically sealing your own fate. All he had to do now is hold his door wide open for you to come in.

And then checkmate. That eventful evening standing on the doorstep of the only person you thought truly cared about you. He let you in and like a wounded bird he took you into his arms with such generosity and kindness in contrast to everyone else in your life. The irony.

“It will all be alright”

You wrap your arms around him, holding onto him for dear life, holding onto the only person that seems to understand you and actually wants to help you. As you cry on his shoulder he rests his chin on your head and gently caresses your hair.

Despite your persistence to resist him you are finally giving in. He kisses the crown of your head and though you know it is wrong you let him. You would let him do anything to keep him and he knows it.

Frozen in place you close your eyes as he kisses your forehead, then your eyes and cheek. You know what comes next yet you do not pull away, you don't resist what’s inevitable. A second passes and he doesn’t move, you open your eyes to see him staring at your lips. Now you know you want it, you feel his hunger as your own and you’re starving for it.

Grabbing him by his expensive tie you kiss him, not gently as he did but with desperation and need to be seen and understood.

Pleased he lets you have control just this once for the rest of your time together. He knew you would soon come to realise it’s only him you ever needed.

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Second Chance Love

Second Chances (Part 4): Second Chance Love

Summary: Confessions are made and Elena and Marcus live out a dreamy Valentine’s Day night - Elena POV

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 18+ rated chapter

Warnings: Smut (nothing too explicit but it is steamy if I do say so myself); Marcus is an affection king

Word Count: 2,255

Author’s Note: I think outdid myself with this one. I think I found the perfect balance. I don’t know. I hope this reads like Marcus.

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You’d never felt much one way or the other about Valentine’s Day. It was just never one of those holidays you’d paid much attention to beyond indulging in purchasing some of those heart shaped candies that were offered at every chain store for the occasion (they were one of your favorites if you were to be honest). You’d dated plenty of men in the past (to you, at least) but your relationships had never managed to overlap the holiday until you dated Marcus.

You’d been going slow and steady for three and a half months, neither of you wanting to rush your relationship. You especially didn’t want to rush Marcus. In January he’d finally entrusted you with memories of his wife Reina the week of the anniversary of her death, to explain why he wasn’t available for your usual Saturday date night (he was visiting Reina’s grave with Missy and they were going to go watch a movie at the nearest theater after). He had made it up to you the next day with an early Sunday brunch at his place and an afternoon of board games with him and Missy.

While you’d spent Thanksgiving and Christmas apart, choosing to only celebrate with your families, you’d become closer since then, Marcus inviting you to his house at least once a week outside of the usual date night. More often than not Missy was there too and you loved it. The girl was sharp and funny and reminded you of why you chose to be a librarian at a middle school instead of at a quieter institution visited only by adults.

Valentine’s Day was the first holiday you celebrated with Marcus. It was also one of the few times Missy wasn’t at the house on a Sunday night, her grandmother insisting she sleep over and promising to take her to school in the morning. You were pretty sure Anita was just doing it to give you and Marcus time alone at the house and the thought made you blush, but neither of you had fought her. You’d even charged a more than willing neighbor with the responsibility of watching Ginger that night – just in case. You wanted to see how the night went. Still afraid to push Marcus without meaning to.

Supper had gone well. You had helped Marcus make a lasagna using a Moreno family recipe (the secret ingredient remained a secret per Anita’s insistence) and you’d thoroughly enjoyed the meal at his kitchen table, bonding over the delicious food and frustrating bosses who refused to fund projects that needed funds badly.

After you’d both cleaned the table and washed the dishes, you’d found yourselves on the couch together, and as if it was the most natural next step you’d leaned in and kissed him. Fear spiked in you when he didn’t immediately respond to your lips, afraid he’d push you away, but it was unwarranted. His hands soon found your face and he was deepening the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and finding yours.

It wasn’t like you and Marcus hadn’t made out before, but it was the first time you’d made out at his house, and it somehow felt different. At first you couldn’t put your finger on the right word for it, but when you parted to take a deep breath and he quickly ducked his head back down for another thorough kiss the word lit up in your head like a neon sign. Hunger.

Marcus Moreno was kissing you hungrily. Like he couldn’t get enough of you. The thought made your stomach flip flop and as a flame sparked in you, three little words sprung from the back of your head.

They’d been sitting there for about a month, and you’d almost said it a few times before, but had always chickened out. Afraid of rejection, especially from this man. You’d wanted him to say it first, but you thought maybe he wasn’t capable of it. Maybe it was time you did.

“I love you Marcus,” you mumbled against his lips.

He sucked in a deep breath and jerked away from you, surprise written on his face. “What?”

You weren’t sure if he thought he’d misheard you or if he was just in shock, but you repeated yourself away, heart pounding in your chest as you did so. “I love you.”

His chocolate eyes widened and his jaw dropped. You glanced away, certain he was going to reject you, push you away. It was too soon, as you’d feared.

Except that wasn’t what happened. He reached out to cup a palm against your cheek instead and gently guided your face back towards his so your eyes could meet again.

“I love you too,” he said fiercely, though you could see a hint of fear in his eyes. Knowing that loving you made him afraid broke your heart a little. Of course it would, but still. You wished you could promise him that he didn’t need to be, but you knew you couldn’t. Instead you kissed him again, hugging him against you as you did so.

Once again he was the one who deepened the kiss and his hands roamed the back of your patterned button down shirt. You weren’t quite sure how far he was willing to go, but when he shifted and started pressing his mouth up against your neck, licking over your pulse point, you suddenly understood very well how far you wanted to go. You lolled your head back to give him better access and moaned softly. “Marcus.”

He hummed. “What is it?”

“I want more,” you admitted. “I want you.”

He stiffened in your arms and pulled away just enough so he could study your facial expression. “Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly.

“I’m sure,” you replied. “If you’re ready, I’m ready. If you’re not, that’s okay, but I just…I just needed you to know.”

The way Marcus’ eyes darkened with desire after your declaration was sinful. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and sucked in a deep breath.

“I want you too,” he confessed, his voice raspier than it was seconds ago. There was so much need in those words you felt the flame catch something on fire in the pit of your stomach.

You threaded the fingers of your right hand through his messy hair and smiled softly. “Then show me to your room.”

He did not hesitant, leading you upstairs by your wrist, kissing you at the top of the steps. You were a tangle of limbs by the time you both stumbled into his room and he crowded you up against the wall by the door, arms encompassing yours, his lips back at your throat. You relaxed into his embrace, tugging at the short tuffs of hair at the back of his head and hooking a leg around his hip. He grinded against your still fully clothed body in response and you both groaned at the added friction. You let your head fall back against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut to focus on the sensation.

“Let me know if you change your mind at any point,” he murmured into your ear.

“Ditto,” you said breathlessly, desperately hoping he wouldn’t.

He pulled you away from the wall and the next thing you knew he was laying you out on top of his bed’s comforter and you were bringing him down with you, nails digging into the fabric of the back of his plaid shirt. You couldn’t wait for that shirt to disappear.

Marcus wasn’t as impatient as you were, despite having gone much longer without physical intimacy than you had. He removed his glasses and settled between your thighs, proceeding to kiss your lips until they were puffy and your neck until your heart was racing at a near terrifying speed. It took you everything not to beg him for more. Eventually, finally, his hands traveled further down than your shoulders, slipping under your shirt, and you helped him remove it before doing the same with his. He planted a kiss over your heart and caressed your belly as you reached for the button of his jeans. More. More. More.

Your eyes feasted on every inch of new skin you exposed on Marcus and it did nothing to sooth you. It only made you more eager.

You would’ve gladly just gone for it, quick and dirty, but Marcus wasn’t the type. Instead, he continued taking his time even when you both were completely bare, his rough hands tracing every single one of your curves and dips until you felt near boneless underneath him, brimming with the pleasantness of it.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d first laid on the bed, but you noticed while in a haze that Marcus had taken his hands and mouth off of you and was leaning to the right, stretching out to open the top drawer of his nightstand and pluck a wrapper covered condom out of it. As he tore the package open and applied it to himself heat bloomed between your hips in anticipation and over your acknowledgment of him having purchased condoms. He’d bought them for you. The idea that he’d planned on this happening eventually made you burn like someone had poured kerosine on the flame already flickering inside you.  

When he slipped inside you it was with a gentle roll of his hips and the motion sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine. This was a dream, you had decided then. It shouldn’t have felt that good, that fast. But it did.  

You hummed happily into his mouth as he scooped you up slightly off the bed to cradle you in his strong arms and when he began to move, you immediately joined in.

Together you found a steady, gentle rhythm, one that was neither too slow nor too fast. His hands stayed splayed against your back as yours danced over his wide shoulders, down the narrowing plane of his back, and over his waist, eventually pulling back up to only repeat taking the same path.

“Hermosa,” he panted into your ear. “I love you so much.”

You grinned though he couldn’t see it, knowing enough Spanish to understand that first word. “Love you too, handsome.”

The last word was almost knocked out of you when he picked up the pace, enough to really start building you both up. You kept in time with him, whispering in his ear how good he felt inside you until you were too overwhelmed with it to speak, until all you could do was close your eyes and concentrate on the coil tightening inside you.

Marcus never stopped kissing you. His lips roamed your mouth, jawline, neck, and chest even as he moaned and heaved breaths.

You felt tears prick your eyes at the sheer tenderness of it, and you fought it away successfully, only to lose control of the rest of your body, reaching a sweet release that sent Marcus off the edge not long after you.  

You’d remember the blissed out expression on his face in that moment for a long time after, eyes shut tight, eyebrows knitted as he shuddered and slumped down into your arms to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. It made your adoration for him only grow stronger.

He playfully peppered kisses to your face after, making you giggle, especially since his beard tickled you in some of the more sensitive spots, but you let him do it anyway, soaking up all the attention like a wilted flower in sunlight. You couldn’t remember anyone before being this affectionate with you.

With your conception of time having been completely wrecked, and the lack of a working alarm clock on Marcus’ nightstand (it needed new batteries), you couldn’t guess when, but Marcus eventually separated from you to stand, looking regretful about it, and disappeared into the master bathroom. He returned with a warm wet washcloth in hand and you watched as he gently cleaned you up, surprised by his doting. You knew you shouldn’t have been because it was Marcus, but you just were not used to it.

After he’d tossed the cloth away into a hamper you opened your arms to him and he sunk back down on the bed to curl up in your embrace, his bare hips hugging against one of yours, and he tugged his throw blanket over you both before you could start shivering. You’d forgotten it was winter. (It rarely snowed in the city, but it was chilly that night.)

“You are…amazing,” Marcus told you, and you got the sense that he felt the descriptive word fell short.

You smiled and pressed your forehead against his cheek. “You too.”

You both stayed like that for a long time, stroking each other’s arms, before you had to get up to use the bathroom and when you returned, you found that he had unmade the bed and was already fast asleep. You leaned on the doorway between the bedroom and bath for a brief time, a smile plastered on your face as you watched the quiet rise and fall of his chest, then studied the peaceful look on his face fondly. You continued your way back to the bed, carefully climbing in so not to wake him, and turned your back to him, more than ready to sleep yourself.  

You could feel him shift in the sheets as you started to drift off and the last thing you were aware of was his arm wrapping comfortingly around your waist.  

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Stranger Hunger Games: The Reaping

(Aricka x Steve Harrington)

(Hawkins is Panem. Brenner is Snow. Jane gets reaped and Aricka volunteers.)

July 4th. 74 ADD.

I woke up early this morning. I never sleep well the night before the Reaping Ceremony. Nightmares plague my mind and I always end up waking before the rest of my family-

My adoptive father, Bob Newby, who took my siblings and I in when our real parents died from a sickness. He’s a kind man who does everything he can to provide for the five of us, but when you live in district 12 that isn’t always much.

My older by two years brother Jonathan. He works in the mines most days, Saturday being his one day off and even then he works part of the day at the smithy, making things for trade.

My twin siblings. Will is the older, who has an aptitude for the arts, always drawing on scrap paper with whatever broken crayons or colored pencils he can find. Jane is the youngest, the most innocent of us all. She’s deeply empathetic and has a talent for healing. She knows what herbs are best for any illness or injury and can help you feel better just by mixing up a tea.

And then there’s me. My name is Aricka Newby. I’m 16 years old, and this is my fifth time in the Reaping Bowl. But with the tesserae me and my brother sign up for; my name is in the bowl 80 times. So much for the odds being in my favor.

Anyway. As I’m already awake, I get dressed as quickly and quietly as possible and sneak out of the house, out past the meadow and through a small opening in the supposedly electric fence.

Now I’m free to think whatever I want, but only for a little while. I run to the hollow oak tree where my bow and arrows are stashed and check the snare lines for any game, and come up with a rabbit. My family could have a nice stew tonight for dinner.

I steal quietly through the forest, my dad having taught me to hunt when he was still alive, showing me how to be quiet as a whisper, not making a sound when I walk. I find some edible berries and nuts and store them in my bag, and to my luck I find some burdock and dandelions, which lead me to a patch of dock seed, and that is lucky because dock seed can be ground into flour; and if we add it to our grain ration we could have a more hearty bread.

And then, to my immense delight, I found ripe elderberries, Jane’s favorite. I could make a pie tonight after the ceremony to celebrate none of us being reaped and all of us being together.

All in all, I had a successful morning, as I made my way home, hiding my bow and arrows in the hollow oak tree and heading back to the fence.

Jon was waiting for me, like he always does. “You find anything?” He asks. I hand him my bag as I stand up, and he nods in approval. “Nice. We can work with this.” I grin and he wraps an arm around my shoulder. “It’s time to get ready. The ceremony is in two hours.”

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Soon, I’m dressed in my mother’s only remaining dress- a soft blue thing, with capped sleeves and a flowing skirt. My hair is braided by Jane and pinned up off my neck, adorned with a single hairpin with a mockingjay on it. In turn I braid Jane’s hair in two fishtail braids, weaving them together and pinning them in a crown on her head. Jane is wearing one of my old white blouses that is still too big on her and a tan skirt with her brown boots. She looks impossibly small and innocent and I want to take her and run away from here. I can’t let my baby sister die in the Games.

I won’t let it happen. “I’m scared,” she whispered as she grabs my hand. “I don’t want to be chosen.”

“Janie it won’t happen,” I reassure her, hating that I’m not sure if I’m lying to her. “You only have one slip in there, the odds are in your favor.” She nods but leans her head against my shoulder like she’s five again. I press my hand against her neck and kiss her temple. “I won’t let anything happen to you Janie. I promise.”

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It was Jane. They called her name. She- this shouldn’t be happening- but it is- NO.

I push past the crowd and make my way to Jane. “I VOLUNTEER-!” My voice is sure and steady despite my shaking hands. “I volunteer as tribute.” I reach for Jane and push her behind me; knowing instinctively that Jonnie would get her and take her to dad. She was crying and trying to protest, but the peacekeepers were already escorting me to the stairs.

Joyce Byers, the tribute escort for district 12, motions for me to stand by her with a motherly look on her face- I can’t stand to look at it. “I’ll bet anything that was your sister, wasn’t it dear?” She asks.

“Yes. My name is Aricka Newby,” I whispered into the microphone.

“Well; let’s give a big hand for your first volunteer, district 12!” Instead of clapping like she expected, I nearly cry as my district gives me the farewell salute- a three fingered one, after they kissed those very digits. I couldn’t help but return the gesture, wanting them to know I was proud to belong to them. “And now for the boys,” she said and goes over to the bowl where I know Jon’s name was in there 126 times. It’s his last reaping, I think desperately. Don’t let it be him. I can’t kill my own brother.

Joyce stands in front of the microphone. “The male tribute for district 12 is…” and she opens the piece of paper. She takes a deep breath and looks up. “Steve Harrington.”

I feel my heart drop into my stomach and back to my throat at the same time. Relief that it wasn’t Will or Jonathan- that Jonathan would never have to face the arena, that he was safe- filled me at the same time that dread filled my stomach. It had to be the one boy who I owed my life to.

He looks terrified as he is escorted by the same peacekeepers to the stage, where Joyce walks him over to stand in front of me. “Go on you two, shake hands,” she ushered.

Steve looks at me and I again find myself loosing my breath as I gaze into those soft, dark chocolate eyes. His hand is firm and sure and he squeezes- perhaps a form of reassurance?- and I can’t help but reciprocate. His lips twitch upwards and our hands drop but we don’t let go. He looks at me in confusion and I give him a desperate glance as if saying if he let go of my hand I might collapse right on the spot. He seems to understand and grips my hand tighter at this.

We walk into the justice hall together, until we are pushed into separate rooms for our goodbyes.

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Jane is the first one to run into the room, pressing her face into my shoulder. Will does the same thing on the other side, both my little sister and brother crying. “Shh,” I whispered. “Hey. I’m tough. I can do this. I’ll come back for you guys. I won’t leave you. Never ever.”

“Promise.” Jane’s fierce little voice sounded so weak in the moment.

“Promise us,” Will adds.

“I swear,” I whispered. I look at Jon and notice his eyes are red rimmed. “Jonnie, don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have volunteered for me or Jane. I chose to save Jane. You would’ve done it for Will.” He nods, and finally joins our group hug. “Don’t let them starve. You know how to use the same thing I do. Use it. Be smart. Be safe. I love you.” Bob stands by the door until my siblings have had a chance to each hug me and say goodbye.

I walk up to the man who I’ve called dad since I was six. “Thank you,” I said and hug him tightly.

“My girl…” he says, cupping the back of my head and squeezing me firmly. “I wish you were coming home tonight. But I’ve known since you came to stay with me you were a fighter. Now you just fight hard and come back, understand?”

“I will dad,” I whispered. “I promise.”

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Steve and I meet at the back exit of the justice building and he offers me his hand once more. I’m not embarrassed to admit the offer comforted me so I willingly gave him my own hand. He grips it tightly and pulls me closer to him and gives the cameras a deadly look. We make our way to the train, Joyce leading the way as we board.

I’m immediately taken aback by the amount of food in the room before us. It’s enough to feed the entire district but it’s here for four of us. Steve and I share a look and he guides us- our hands still tightly clasped together- to the table. An attendant was there and Steve smiles politely at him. “Hi, my name is Steve and this is Aricka. Could you please make us protein shakes? With peanut butter and healthy carbs; and maybe some snacks with good nutritional value? Perhaps fresh fruit and veggies?” The question blows me away and I know it does the attendant, probably because we’re an outlying district and we usually don’t make it past the first day in the Games.

When he returns he asks, “Would you like me to take your request and give it to the chefs at the tribute training center? They would alter all your meals to be served with your request in mind.”

“Yes please- also we would like protein in our diet and foods that are high in energy,” Steve adds, taking both the plates and letting me grab the shakes as he answers. The attendant nods and leaves to fill our requests. I stare at Steve in wonder and he motions for me to sit beside him. “If we’re going to have even a remote shot at getting past the first day we need all the help we can get,” he says.

“You’re- you want an alliance- with me?” The idea didn’t seem so bad, Steve clearly knew what he was doing. He nods.

“I want you to come home to your family, I’ll do whatever it takes.” He grabs my hand and gives me a serious look. “I have a strategy I want to propose but I won’t force you into it.”

I’m intrigued. “Okay.”

“The capital just wants a good show. It’s just entertainment to them, as sick as it is. If we give them a romance- a tragic love story about two tributes in love forced into the arena- they will fight for us. They’ll want us to win.”

“… star crossed lovers?” I whisper. I understand the intrigue behind his idea. He nods.

“I won’t make you do anything. Say the word and I’ll drop the subject and it’ll be like it never happened.”

“No,” I say suddenly. Maybe if we do this we can both go back home, and I can keep the boy with the soft brown eyes. “I want to do this. I trust you.”

He nods and grips my hand. “Let’s see how good an actress you are, then.” And then Joyce enters.

Let the 74th Annual Hunger Games begin.

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But Going Over To Talk To Her, Sean Asks If He Can Warm Chloe's Hands For Her And Saying That He's Read Some Of Her Articles In The Torch...

Asked To Play A Game Of Toss With Whitney And The Other Jocks, Sean Asks For Chloe's Number, And She Gives It To Him Despite Knowing He'll Never Call...

Talking To Whitney And The Other Guys, We Find Out That Sean Is A Douchebag As He Says That Chloe Is Just Another Notch On His Belt...

However, In Tossing The Ball Too Far Onto The Frozen Crater Lake, Sean Accidentally Falls In And Drowns Only To Be Resurrected The Next Morning As Solomon Grundy!

No, Just Kidding, But Wouldn't It Have Been More Interesting If That Actually Happened! But Still Sean Is Resurrected The Next Morning With Severe Hypothermia To The Point He Can Only Stay Warm By Sucking The Heat Out Of Something Let's Say This Fire...

Meanwhile At The Kent Farm, They're Not Doing So Good Money Wise To The Point They May Have To Take Out Another Bank Loan, However, Clark Has An Idea...

Wait A Minute! How Is Clark Walking With Chloe And Pete When He Used His Powers To Get To School? And If He Just Ran Out To Them, How Did They Not Get Startled Or Discover That He Has Powers? Because...

Spoilers!

At This Point In Time, Pete And Chloe Do Not Know That Clark Has Powers!

Anyway, Chloe Tells Clark That Sean Didn't Call But Despite Pete Saying That Maybe Something Came Up, Clark Is Determined That Sean Is A Horndog...

Meanwhile At School, Sean Is Starting To Feel Hypothermic Again But When He Starts Sucking The Nurse's Body Heat He Starts Feeling Better...

Back On The Kent Farm, Martha Is Chopping Wood Using A Chainsaw When Lex Enters....

I Thought You Were Something From My Childhood!

Turns Out Lex Needs 30 Of Their Artichokes For A Dinner He's Hosting Tomorrow Night For The Local Farming Community About Financial Options. With Lex, Offering His Hand As An Investor, He Wishes To Help The Community Modernize And Expand, And Despite Knowing How Jonathan Feels About Him, He Invites The Kents To Hear His Pitch...

After His Talk With Martha, Lex Heads Down To The Beanery Where He Runs Into Lana Who's Planning To Take Whitney To Some Museum Exhibit In Metropolis But Unfortunately, Whitney Has Given His Money To His Pals So They Can Watch A Fight Tomorrow Night On Pay Per View...

Well, What Can I Say Except Bros Before Hoes...

Taking Advantage Of Whitney's Fumble, Lex Offers Clark Radiohead Tickets For Tomorrow Night In Metropolis But Only If He Asks Lana Out...

Now The Question Is Clark, Deal Or No Deal?

We Have A Deal!

Going Inside, Clark Tells Lana About The Tickets And Asks Her If She Wants To Go Just As Friends...

Telling His Friends About His "Not A Date" With Lana, Clark Thanks Chloe For The Well Deserved Push...

Sean Goes To Talk With Chloe For 2 Seconds Before Going Over To Talk To His Ex, Jenna To Which Chloe Gives A What The Hell! To...

That Night..,

Ooh, A Hot Girl In A Shower!

Oh, Wait A Minute, I Know This, Hot Girl Takes A Shower, Guy Creepily Watches From The Other Side Of The Shower Curtain Till Finally....

Sucking Jenna's Body Heat, She's Murdered By Sean Who Shatters Her Guts All Over The Floor

The Next Day At The Kent Farm, Martha Tells Jonathan About Lex's Offer And He's Put His Foot Down That He's Not Going...

Knowing That Lex Has Been Nothing But Generous, Martha Has Already Told Lex They'll Be There Because They're Running Out Of Options...

With Clark Bursting In To Tell His Parents About His "Not A Date" With Lana, Jonathan Isn't Exactly Pleased That Lex Gave Him The Tickets...

Meanwhile At Sean's House (I Guess?) He Calls Every Girl He's Ever Dated To Try To Steal Their Body Heat But None Will Talk To Him (No Surprise There) Except 1...

Calling Chloe, She Tells Clark That Sean Apologized Saying That He Didn't Feel Well, And Asked Her If She Wanted To Get Together Tonight Just To Talk...

That Night, The Kent's Pop By To See None Of The Farmers Are There, Despite Martha Believing That They're Just Early...

I Don't Know Martha I'm Beginning To Think That Maybe...

Well, Technically It Is And It Isn't....

1. Lex Lied To Martha, There Is No Farmer's Meeting But 2. He Only Did It Because It Was The Only Way To Get Jonathan And Him In The Same Room Together So Jonathan Could Hear Lex's Offer To Help Them...

So Yeah, Lex Lied But It Was For A Good Reason...

Picking Up Lana In A Limo, They're On Their Way To The Concert, But Before Clark And Lana Can Even Leave Town, They See A Report On Sean's Now Dead Ex Jenna And That Sean Is Wanted For Questioning On Jenna's Death, Parking The Limo, Clark Drops Lana Off At The Beanery Before Racing Off To Check On Chloe Who's Being Attacked By Sean...

Saving Chloe From Sean, They Research What's Going On With Sean At The Torch, Finding A Sort Of Medical Condition Where There's Damage To The Thermosensative Cells In The Brain Creating A Permanent Case Of Hypothermia....

Taking Chloe Home, Clark Knows That Going After Sean Means He'll Have To Cancel His "Not A Date" With Lana But She's Already Out The Door As Clark Is Concerned As She Gives Pete And His Date (Who We Will Never See Again) The Limo And Goes Home With Whitney Who She Tells Everything Too...

Meanwhile, Sean Starts Stealing Power From The Smallville Power Plant In An Attempt To Get Warm, While Lex Talks With Jonathan About Saving His Farm But Jonathan Goes On About How His Father Taught Him To Solve His Own Problems But It Turns Out That Jonathan's Father, Hiram Lived On Government Subsidies....

Driving Lana Home, Whitney Takes Lana's "Not A Date" With Clark Pretty Well...

You're Doing It Right Now, Whitney! So Shut Up If You Know What's Good For You!

Pulled Off The Road By Sean, Whitney Gets Lana (Who Twisted Her Ankle) Out Of The Car And Down To The Luthor Mansion With Lex, Jonathan And Martha Who Are Liking Lex's Proposal But There's One Question Jonathan Wants Answered...

Meanwhile, Clark Finds Whitney's Truck On The Side Of The Road To Discover That Whitney And Lana Are Gone...But Sean Isn't!

Taking Clark's Body Heat, Sean Is Returned To Normal For Now. With The Gates Shut And The Alarms On The Luthor Mansion Is A Fortress That Sean Can't Get In Or Can He?

Yep, Turns Out Sean Got In Before Lex Shut The Damn Gate!

Greatest Mind The World Has Ever Known My Ass!

With The Generator Frozen, Power Is Completely Off, With Jonathan Going To Check The Gate, Martha Goes To Check The Generator Where She Runs Into Sean However Clark (Still Alive Despite Sean Stealing His Body Heat) Arrives To Fight Sean In One Last Battle...

Fighting Sean, He Steals Clark's Body Heat Again But Still Okay...

The Next Day At The Kent Farm, Lex Visits Jonathan After Hearing That Jonathan Took Out Another Bank Loan Meaning That Jonathan Is Not Going To Accept Lex's Offer...

Telling Jonathan That When He Changes His Mind, His Offer Will Still Stand, Lex Walks Away...

Meanwhile, At Smallville High, Chloe Stands By A Memorial For Jenna, Counting Her Blessings That That's Not Her And Swearing That The Next Time A Guy Asks Her Out She's Gonna Do An In-Depth Background Check First...

After Talking With Chloe And Pete, Clark Goes Over To Talk With Lana As He Apologizes For Screwing Up Their Date. Asking If She Would Like To Do It Again Maybe Saturday But Lana Turns Down Clark Because Whitney Is Taking To That Exhibit In Metropolis Because Was Freaked Out By Their Non-Date..

And That's Cool And It's A Good Episode

The Story's Good, The Characters Are Well Written, It Had A Great Villain In Sean But I Do Have A Problem With That One Scene I Talked About At The Beginning Of The Episode, Jonathan's Resilience Towards Lex And Whitney's Growing Jealousy Of Clark And Lana's Friendship/Relationship But Despite Those Reasons I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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Name: Aries S.(Salem) Sebastian Hailstrum

Meaning of Name:  Aries: The Ram, Salem: Peaceful, complete, Sebastian: venerable, Hailstrum: Shelter, Hailstorm, Hellstorm

Nickname(s):  A.S.S, Hailstrum,

Age:  16-40

Birthday:  April 16, 1990-

Species/Nationality:  Zodiac/Human, American/Scandinavian/French/Irish

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English, Korean

Powers:

Aries: Aries allows strength-based abilities, such as Horn Protrusion, Enhanced Strength, Fire Manipulation, Strength Manipulation, and/or Caprine Physiology.

Horse: Horse, Fire

Ivy/Butterfly: Butterfly Physiology, Moon

Eagle/Men: Raptor Physiology and Quetzalcoatl Physiology, Water

Zodiac Empowerment

Psammokinetic Blade Construction

Key Manipulation

Purple Lightning Manipulation

Enhanced Repositioning

Hiddenness Manipulation

Musical Intuition

Mental Pressure

Tantric Metabolization

AU Aries Power: Stellar Physiology

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies:  Has quite a few health problems the more severe ones being from when the Cancer Zodiac ran him over with their car and nearly killed him when they were in high school together.

Pet: No

Occupation: Student/Psychologist

Faceclaim:  Charlie Hunnam/Nick Roux

Description:  His hair is naturally blond, but sometimes he will dye it grey or black. In his teenage years he would often spike his hair and delve into more colors to dye his hair. As a matured adult he will sometimes style it back or messily to one side or the other or leave it wherever it may fall. When he was a teenager he kept it longer than he does as an adult. Aries has varies scares along his body and face from being hit by a car as a teenager. His skin color is a warm, somewhat tanned color. As a teenager he would often paint his nails, and sometimes still does as and adult if he’s bored enough. He has four tattoos one one his chest, one on his back, one on his right arm, and the last on his left

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Long Sleeve Shirt, Jeans, Boots, Jacket, Left Middle Finger, Left Ring Finger, Right Index Finger, Right Middle Finger, Right Ring Finger, Nose Ring

Height: 5′9″ - 6′1″

Weight: 112 - 145

Body Build: Toned, Athletic

Backstory/Background:

Past

Aries was born into a wealthy as well as well known family. His parents were quiet famous in their own right. Though his father was exceptionally so. He had been the heir to a rather large family fortune and business it would seem. As Aries himself was also to inherit a piece of that fame and money as well. Aries was the last of four children between both his parents, his mother having two sons prior to becoming married to his father. Though he had a full blooded sister a few years older than him as well.

From the beginning Aries had a silver spoon in his mouth, it would seem. He was spoiled beyond belief, mostly by his adoring mother. Aries had idolized his oldest brother and got along very well with his second oldest brother. Which perhaps at times emboldened him too much for his sister, who he did not get along with well at all. The two were both spoiled more so than their older siblings, being the babies of the family. His father had seemed to take interest in his sister more so than Aries however. Which had birthed a wider gape between the two as Aries would literally stop at nothing to have his fathers affection.

However when he was still very young his mother had been murdered right in front of him. Which had traumatized him severely at the time. So much so that he had lost most of his memories of the entire week leading up to the event of the stabbing. Mainly because he had also been injured in the attack, not that his father had let that be known. Which caused him years of distress. Which was complicated more by his father seeming to take his mothers death out on the young boy, neglecting and at times abusing Aries in fits of anger. Especially as Aries grew to become more insolent.

Soon enough Aries’ father had remarried, his elder siblings had moved away. This had left Aries alone to his own devices far too often. Now a teenager with newer, younger siblings from his fathers second marriage he was viewed as a burden and an annoyance. One his father didn’t want around. During this time his father fell into his inheritance as well. Becoming even more rich and well known from it. As well his new mother had thought he would become a threat to the children and pushed him out of the family home. Begrudgingly his father sent the young teenager to live alone in a small home in the nearby town. While the rest of his family were living a luxurious life. In nearly a different state entirely from him.

Aries saw this as a win however, getting more into drugs and falling into his petulant behavior. Becoming quite a popular classmate among his new school and making plenty of friends. Despite many of them thinking he had a very aggressive aura about him. As he could show he was easy to become hostile, especially when he did not get what he wanted. Aries rarely sees his family during his final years of school. Despite his delinquent tendencies he still manages to pass with high grades.

Present

However things did hit a speed bump in on of his last couple months of high school. A girl he had trouble getting along with was pulling out of her parking spot when one of his friends jokingly shoved him behind her car, resulting in his being hit by it and knocked over. The girl had backed up onto his torso, crushing some of it before pushing the gas as she realized she hit someone, further injuring him more severely in her panic. Aries would spend the rest of his school year in the hospital. Though still managed to complete his subjects in a timely manner in order to graduate.

This incident was however one more that his father used to blame him for being ‘unlucky’ and borderline ‘unwanted’. After a few emotionally abusive words were flung Aries was told that it would be the last time his father was going to pay him a visit and that he would continued to get some money in the bank, as well as pay for expenses to get him through college and a small allowance he told his son that he never wanted to see him again. Aries could only agree to the new terms, as he had never wanted to see them again either.

Aries would go on to college, still acting immaturely and getting into fights or rebelling against whatever thing struck him as annoying at any given time, in his free time. He was however still studious in his school work and would even spend many evenings studying over going out with friends to wreck havoc on the town, something he enjoyed doing almost as much as learning, almost. Aries however knew that he needed to complete his courses without getting tossed in prison or letting himself be distracted entertainment.

In time Aries had found he liked getting into fights, so he started doing that. Clearly taking advantage of everyone’s fascination with the movie Fight Club, to some extent. A free ass beating for anyone who crossed him was right up his alley though, so he would take. Enjoying the sexual tension between him and some opponents at time. Especially those who would re-challenge him to matches. Over the next couple of years there were two different sides of Aries, one that stayed up late at night on a Saturday studying when needed. The other out causing anarchy in the streets and fighting people in unsanctioned fights. It was a quick way to make a couple more hundred dollars.

After graduating with a doctorate in psychology he went on with living his life, now independent of his father or his family’s wealth. Over the next couple of years he becomes popular enough to gain some fame from his chosen career. Where he now lives comfortably, but still enjoys fight clubs and other anarchistic activities as well,... Wouldn’t it be weird if you had to fight your psychologist...

Future

Aries in time meets a S/O older than him and has three children, two sons and a daughter.

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Incisive, Fiery, Aggressive, Sarcastic, Relaxed, Intelligent, Dramatic, Energetic, Casual, Physical, Reserved, Inconsiderate, Disconcerting, Quirky, Neurotic, Anxious, Mannerless, Insensitive, Courageous, Determined, Confident, Enthusiastic, Optimistic, Honest, Passionate, Impatient, Moody, Short-tempered, Impulsive, Assertive, Independent, Competitive, Selfish,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Dyes his hair, Wears glasses sometimes, Good with mechanics, 117 IQ, Bisexual,

Likes: Theater, Reading, Running, Golf, Watching YouTube videos, watching sport, Rubix cubes, Meat, Milk Chocolate, Biscuits, Football, Hockey, Photography, Comfortable clothes, Taking on leadership roles, Physical challenges, Individual sports, Cartoons, Elves, Goldfish, Coffee Mugs, Heroes, Magic wands,  Saxophones, Romance novels, Games, Conspiracy theories,

Dislikes: Inactivity, delays, work that does not use one's talents, Fungi, Renaissance history, Neckties, Glassware, Gardening, Rabbits, Movies about animals, Cute woodland creatures, Crystals, Country music,

Fears: That people don’t really like him but are just putting up with him, Going blind

Personality Tests: ISTP, 8w7, The Challenger, The Enthusiast, Fire Element, Gryffindor, Wampus, Neutral Evil, Wolf Patronus,

Other: Aries, Aries-Taurus Cusp

Parent(s):

  -> Father:

  -> Mother:

Sibling(s): 2 older half brothers on his mothers side, 1 older sister, a couple younger half siblings from his father

Children: 2 sons and 1 daughter

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Para’s

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In memoriam: Looking back at the stars we lost in 2014

Ree Hines TODAY contributor Dec. 17, 2014  Each year we say farewell to some of Hollywood's familiar faces as time or tragedy takes them away from us. But in 2014, we said a number of truly big goodbyes as a few of the brightest lights of Tinseltown flickered out.

Each year we say farewell to some of Hollywood's familiar faces as time or tragedy takes them away from us. But in 2014, we said a number of truly big goodbyes as a few of the brightest lights of Tinseltown flickered out.

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Robin Williams.

The death of actor and comedy legend Robin Williams in August left friends and fans alike reeling. At the age of 63, the big and small screen star took his own life after battling severe depression and in the wake of a Parkinson's diagnosis. Fellow funnyman Conan O'Brien summed up how many felt following the news, stating, "It's unimaginable to me that we've lost such a genuinely funny and sweet man."

But Williams' death was far from the only unbelievable loss this year. In early days of 2014, another star left well before his time.

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Philip Seymour Hoffman.

In February, Philip Seymour Hoffman died from an overdose of mixed drugs, including heroin and cocaine, at just 46 years old. The Oscar winner, who first rose to fame on stage and screen in the 1990s, had struggled with substance abuse over the years and even wrote about his "demons" in his diaries.

But Hoffman's fans haven't yet seen the last of him on the big screen. The actor filmed his final scenes as Plutarch Heavensbee for "The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 2" in 2013. The film is expected to hit theaters in November 2015.

Mike Nichols Director Mike Nichols, who made such films as "The Graduate," which earned him a best director Oscar, and "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf," died Nov. 19 at the age of 83.

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Maya Angelou.

In May, it was the departure of author-poet-actress Maya Angelou that left many mourning. At 86, the woman who wrote "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" passed after having been in poor health for some time.

But despite her ailment, Angelou apparently maintained her signature wit until the end. "She left this mortal plane with no loss of acuity and no loss in comprehension," her son, Guy Johnson, said at her funeral service.

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Lauren Bacall.

Classic movie star Lauren Bacall died in August following a stroke, and with her went one of Hollywood's most memorable voices and styles.

Bacall, who was 89 at the time of her death, became a breakout star at the age of 19 after starring in "To Have and Have Not" opposite the man she would marry, Humphrey Bogart.

But Bogie's great love wasn't the only talent from Tinseltown's Golden Age to take a final bow in 2014. Others included Mickey Rooney, James Garner and child star-turned-diplomat Shirley Temple Black.

It was also a year filled with loss for the music industry, as Pete Seeger, Tommy Ramone, Johnny Winter, Bob Casale and Bobby Keys all passed away. And although he didn't play a note, few could argue the importance of the late Casey Kasem when it came to popular music.

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Casey Kasem.

The disc jockey and voice actor gained his biggest fame as the countdown king of music on "American Top 40," where he delivered the hits of the day along with lessons in music history and "long-distance dedications."

Kasem's trademark voice was silenced during his final months of life due to his Lewy body dementia. In June, after a long battle over his care between wife Jean and his children, Kasem died at 82.

Oscar de la Renta Designer Oscar de la Renta died Oct. 20 of cancer at age 82. The designer was known for dressing Hollywood's leading ladies in extravagant gowns for the red carpet, including Sarah Jessica Parker and Reese Witherspoon.

Shirley Temple Black Shirley Temple Black, one of the most iconic child stars of the 20th century, died of natural causes at her Woodside, Calif., home on Feb. 10. She was 85. Born in April 1928, Temple Black quickly rose to worldwide stardom as audiences flocked to see her in films such as "Curly Top," "The Little Colonel" and "The Littlest Rebel." She won a special Academy Award in early 1935 for her "outstanding contribution to screen entertainment."   Lauren Bacall Hollywood legend Lauren Bacall died of a stroke on Aug. 12, 2014, in New York. She was 89. Bacall got her big break in 1944's "To Have and Have Not," opposite future husband Humphrey Bogart, and went on to win two Golden Globes, and earned an Oscar nomination in 1997. Richard Attenborough Acclaimed actor and Oscar-winning director ("Gandhi") Richard Attenborough, whose film career on both sides of the camera spanned 60 years, died at the age of 90 on Aug. 24, 2014. Don Pardo Don Pardo, the iconic "Saturday Night Live" announcer for 38 seasons, died at age 96 on Aug. 18, 2014. He has worked on a variety of shows, including "The Price Is Right" and "Jeopardy!" He retired in 2004, but continued to announce for "SNL." Pete Seeger Pete Seeger, the iconic American troubadour, folk singer and activist, died Jan. 27 at 94. Seeger, shown here in 1984 in Berkeley, Calif., was a longtime supporter of the labor movement, and supported the civil rights and anti-Vietnam War movements. His songwriting credits included "If I Had a Hammer," "Turn, Turn, Turn," and "Where Have All the Flowers Gone." Polly Bergen Actress Polly Bergen, best known for her roles in "Cape Fear," "The Winds of War," "Commander in Chief" and "Desperate Housewives," died Sept. 20, 2014, in Southbury, Connecticut at the age of 84. Ruby Dee Actress Ruby Dee, seen here in 1961's "A Raisin in the Sun, died June 11 of natural causes at age 91. She won numerous awards over her long career, including an Emmy, a Grammy for a spoken word album, and both the National Medal of Arts and the Kennedy Center Honor Award. Elaine Stritch Broadway legand Elaine Stritch died July 17 at age 89 after a long illness. The three-time Emmy Award-winning actress first made her mark onstage 60 years ago. In recent years, she played Jack Donaghy's ornery mother on "30 Rock." Mickey Rooney Mickey Rooney, actor and all-around talent whose more than 80-year career spanned silent comedies, Shakespeare, Judy Garland musicals, television and the Broadway theater, died at age 93 on April 6. Jan Hooks Comedian and actress Jan Hooks (on right), a regular player on "Saturday Night Live" from 1986 to 1991, died on Thursday at age 57. She was well known for her character Candy Sweeney of the Sweeney Sisters and was praised for her memorable impressions of many A-List celebrities and politicians, including Hillary Clinton, Nancy Reagan, Jodie Foster and Sinead O'Connor. Richard Kiel Seven-foot tall actor Richard Kiel, best known for his portrayal of the character called Jaws in the James Bond movies (he's pictured here in 1977's "The Spy Who Loved Me") and his role in "Happy Gilmore," passed away on Sept. 10, 2014 in Fresno, California. He was 74. James Garner Actor James Garner died at the age of 86 on July 19, 2014 in Los Angeles. No cause of death was immediately known for the TV and big screen actor best remembered for his work in "Maverick," "The Rockford Files" and "The Notebook." Ann B. Davis Ann B. Davis, best known for playing beloved housekeeper Alice Nelson on “The Brady Bunch,” died June 1 at age 88 after a fall in her Texas home. The actress won two Emmys for her role as Schultzy on “The Bob Cummings Show,” but she’ll forever be remembered as the blue-uniformed maid who was as much a part of the Brady family as any of the children. Maya Angelou Maya Angelou, the legendary American author, poet and activist, whose autobiographical works often centered on racism and civil rights, died May 28 at the age of 86. The renowned writer first became a literary sensation with her first book, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings," a coming-of-age autobiography that recounted her childhood and early adult years, including her experience of becoming a teenage mother. Bob Hoskins British actor Bob Hoskins, best known for his role in 1988's "Who Framed Roger Rabbit," died of pneumonia on April 30 at age 71. Hoskins retired in 2012 after being diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. Sid Caesar Sid Caesar, a comedy television pioneer and king of live TV sketch comedy in the 1950s, died at his home in Beverly Hills, Calif., on Feb. 12. He was 91. Caesar inspired an entire generation with his work in comedy. He will be remembered from his work with comedienne Imogene Coca on "Your Show of Shows," and "Caesar's Hour." James Rebhorn Actor James Rebhorn, a prolific character actor who had numerous roles on television, in films and on stage during a five-decade career, died on March 21. He was 65. Rebhorn was recently know for his role as the father of troubled CIA agent Carrie Mathison on the Showtime drama "Homeland." David Brenner Comedian David Brenner died in New York on March 15. He was 78 years old. Brenner was best known for his appearances on "The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson." Jim Lange Jim Lange, the longtime host of "The Dating Game," died Feb. 25 after suffering a heart attack, his wife told TODAY. He was 81. Lange, center, was known for his signature kiss goodbye at the end of each show. Russell Johnson Russell Johnson, best known as the Professor on the TV comedy "Gilligans Island," died Jan. 16 at his home in Bainbridge Island, Wash. He was 89. Pictured here with actors Alan Hale Jr. (the Skipper), left, and Bob Denver (Gilligan), Johnson also appeared in more than two dozen feature films. x

For a far more complete list of those famous faces we lost this year, browse through our Curtain Calls slideshow.

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