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love that for them 😌 (inspo)
#there are probably more but i’ve spent hours on this and haven’t eaten in more than double that amount of time#so i’m gonna stop there#but i’m pretty happy with these anyways#besides the last one but it’s to be expected from the quality of the video#my gifs#911#911 abc#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard
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Half-foots are highly discriminated against in the world of dungeon meshi.
They have a difficult time living in places outside of their own territories because places where larger races live aren’t built for their size and crowds can be dangerous.
they’re the least valued race by long lived races because their life spans are the shortest out of all the races. this means that they’re dehumanized and often considered disposable. their superior senses make other races use them as “lures” when hunting succubi/mermaids (usually dying in the process).
They’re often mistaken for/treated like children because of their appearances, and because of this they have a difficult time getting jobs because it’s assumed that they’re immature/can’t handle it.
Because of this, when living outside of Half-foot territories they’re forced to get money by any means necessary (often resorting to crime), so other races stereotype them as “cunning” “greedy” and “manipulative”.
On top of that, members of long lived races who tend to fetishize them.
Even the name “Half-foot” is discriminatory.
Ryoko Kui does a fantastic job at world building.
But even after all of that, im not gonna stop talking about how bad i wanna put Chi Chi in my pocket.
#i’m not gonna stop tho#that’s my little guy#on a real note i adore this manga so much and i feel like we need to take the treatment of half-foots into consideration more when talking#about chil’s character because it really adds to his complexity and makes a lot of his behaviors make sense#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#delicious in dungeon spoilers#dungeon meshi spoilers
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noise cancelling headphones aren’t enough i need everyone to die
#you ever get so overstimulated by someone else breathing#like i’m gonna need you to stop that thanks 🙏🏼#autism#autistic#actually autistic#asd#autism spectrum disorder#on the spectrum#autistic things#autistic problems#autism problems#autism funny#autistic funny
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in his silly era
#EVERYTHING IS OK <- LYING#every time i have to loop I end up muttering my life is like a fart before I can stop myself so I imagine siffrin doing it too#finding new and creative ways to die via squeezy cheese#JESUS CHRIST THIS GAME#there’s probably going to be more. at least one of them will be a shitty drawing of me shaking chipper by the shoulders#but I’m also gonna draw cute stuff like Mira with swirly little baby hairs. once I get my shit together anyway#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat siffrin#siffrin#doodles#myart#my art
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“What you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself. It’s so easy to get lost in ourselves and this world. Sometimes you need to find your way back one tiny miracle at a time.” - The Sunshine Court
WISHING THE HAPPIEST OF BOOK BIRTHDAYS TO @korakos! YOU DID IT AND ITS BLOODY BRILLIANT!
Please please excuse the disgusting things my iPad camera has done to this photo. This is the first time in years I’ve done something like this fully traditional and it has stretched so many rusty parts of my brain but I’m SO GLAD I got this done in time for release day! This book is WONDERFUL and I’m so happy it’s now out in the world!
#jean moreau#the sunshine court#nora sakavic#all for the game#tsc spoilers#like barely but we thought it would be worth tagging to stop people being upset#the sunshine court spoilers#mine#my art#technically this is meant to be released tomorrow but it’s up on Amazon already so YAY! TIME TO CELEBRATE!!#I hate how little justice these photos do to this painting 😭😭😭😭#I’m gonna have to repost this once I’m back in the uk and can get good photos or scan it or something#but I HAD to do something for my boy for this momentous occasion!
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THIS IS WHAT WAS GOING ON IN HIS HEAD DURING THIS SCENE:
#bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#polin#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#Colin is in love with her#he is down so bad#nick miller#stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you#you knock some sense into him#nicola coughlan#luke newton#romancing mister bridgerton#bridgerton s3#pen and col#bridgerton season 3
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I know this looks as if it was made by a 13yo but I can only say I was just playing around with motions and shit because wow things move
#The movements look so weird I can’t stop laughing#but some parts I do like#also I was gonna animate the lyrics too but I’m so lazy#anyways it’s 3.01am#enjoy ig#shitpost#bsd#art#bungou stray dogs#skk#soukoku#dazai osamu#digital art#chuuya nakahara#teen skk#mori#bsd mori#mori ougai#bsd koyo#bsd kouyou#ozaki kouyou#bad animation#bsd animatic#bsd art
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Yeah this is exactly what happened
hello isat fandom I have arrived!
please accept this humble offering
#ouughhh I don’t like this#at all#but I’ve done it so here you go#I imagine this happening in the tree somehow don’t think too hard about this#I rlly like the first Siffrin#Don’t like the second panel as much but it wouldn’t be the meme without it#Ok I’m gonna stop yapping about it#I like the lineart and crosshatching :)#rip quality#in stars and time#isat#isat fanart#Isat Siffrin#isat loop#meme#my art#I’ll probably edit the speech bubble to read better#the text is kinda ugly but my handwriting is messy
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I love how Dev Patel’s Character (I’m going to call him Hanuman) was told by his mother that his future can be found in the roots (lines) of his hands.
And how he tried to save his mother from the fire, grabbing with child’s hands, but instead burned his future away.
And how our first real view of them is when he bargains his way into a job that will lead him to the men that took his future away. Scarred, pale, blank and ruined.
Just like the monkey, Hanuman reached out to the burning desired life, and was supposedly stripped of his potential and power as punishment by the powers that be.
But then, with love and care from others battered, he was guided to his heart, and found it still beating and unfettered. A warrior’s heart.
And so drumbeat by drumbeat, he shaped himself, his hands, into a weapon of justice. To save the future. To remain nameless but to return vengeance upon those who would do others harm with no thought.
His hands, created by the past, shaped and balanced the future.
#I’m gonna keep rambling if I don’t stop now soooo#monkey man#monkey man 2024#monkey man (2024)#dev Patel#monkey man spoilers#I’m so glad Jordan peele saw this movies potential#I really appreciate those flashes of injustices within the movie#like Stop Killing Muslim Indians#god he’s so handsome
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
“Is that..?”
“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.
“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.
“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.
“Oh, I don���t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”
“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”
Edward gasps dramatically.
“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”
“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”
“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”
“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”
“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
“Eddie.”
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
“A heart!”
“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”
“Eddie, stop.”
“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”
“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”
“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”
“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”
“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Danny’s jaw drops.
“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.
“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”
“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”
Danny chokes on air.
“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”
Edward pales.
“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”
“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”
Jonathan groans.
“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”
“Come on, please?”
“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
…
Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare#HDJFNDNDNFKDJF#I am the master of emotional whiplash#rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house#never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore#and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience#and also most of the JL#and some of JL dark#btw Eddie and Jon are besties#they’re both awful but they make it work#when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin#Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane#Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this#because I don’t want to#they are just Like That#if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine#also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO
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Fucking dang.
What a perfect ending. That was an incredible bow to top off a near-perfect season.
Life will always go on. You may not be able to escape it, but you get to choose how to live it. Take risks, believe in yourself, hold your loved ones tight, and never look back. Grab your destiny by the fucking horns and don’t be scared to just keep going forward.
Bravo to Brennan, Izzy, Rekha, Alex, Jacob, Ify, and Ally for such a wonderful season, and remember to never stop blowing up!!!
#I’ll put more thoughts later esp about each individual ending for the characters#but I’m genuinely crying#what an incredible season#i’m gonna miss it so much#dimension 20#never stop blowing up#never stop blowing up spoilers#nsbu#nsbu spoilers#liv skyler#andy dang litefoot#russell feeld#wendell morris#paula donvalson#usha rao
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I’m late yeah but consider it’s been haunting me this ENTIRE TIME
Nanny AU by @notherpuppet
#it feels very strange to tag someone like hey lookie here’s some soup bcuz you fed me#my art#but also thank you for haunting me#also I haven’t made fanart since KUROKO NO BASKET#DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME#thank you is what I mean to say#excuse me while I go make more I can’t believe this#also can’t believe I drew alastor instead of my love Lucifer#notherpuppet#I throttle you lovingly#youre probably not gonna see this so I’m gonna stop tagging now lol#radioapple#alastor#alastor radio demon#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor
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Being a cold heartless spinster who loves no one is such hard work! I spend all this time spinning silk, and weaving it into intricate patterns, and catching hapless prey in my webs, and sinking my fangs into them, and yet no one ever appreciates my efforts!!! It’s so hard to be aro ::::(
#aro#aromantic#loveless aro#loveless aromantic#I keep making the same pun about being both a spinster (single by choice) and a spinster (a spider spinning its web)#arguably it’s getting a bit redundant but I am very aro and have an intense hyperfixation on spiders so I’m not gonna stop#spiders are aro coded to me btw#cw spiders#anyways gonna go back to sleep. byeee tumblr <2
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CREEPJECTS UNIVERSITY AU
#IM COMBINING UNIVERSITY#COFFEE SHOP. AND BAND AU.#CUZ WHO GONNA STOP ME#LMFAII I’m sorry this is so embarrassing#creepypasta#sweetart#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta art#ticci toby#nina the killer#creepjects#eyeless jack#clockwork#creepypasta clockwork#Kate the chaser#university AU
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I mean??? That’s one way to get him to stop picking on you I guess?????
#STOP PICKING ON ME#he is about to make some very coincidental and unfortunate rolls#give him a break man#genuinely this scene reminded me a little of the bit with Doreen where Adaine just kinda???#accidentally swings the ladle too hard???#but here it’s not so much an accident as it is a black-out bully-induced rage#this has to have been a pretty deeply upsetting situation for him after the rage wore off but I’m not gonna think about it too hard#fantasy high freshman year#fantasy high#d20 fantasy high#d20#d20 fanart#dimension 20#gorgug thistlespring#gorgug fantasy high#fhfy#blood#blood cw#undescribed#my art
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Drew some stuff from @remedyturtles ‘s fic, Firefight.
I definitely recommend giving it a read <3
#IGNORE HOW MY STYLE CHANGES SHHHHSHSHSHSH IT DIDNT!#firefight#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt fanfiction#fanfiction#I forgot if you had a tag so sorry if I missed it#anyways I loved the angst it was really good#I started losing motivation on the comic#I was gonna do two pages but then stopped 🥺🥺#my art#mossy’s art#my stuff#disaster twins#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#I’m gonna read it again and no one will stop me.#firefight au
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