#third is roze

[octopiys]

Some incorrect quotes and scenes for the pies

Roach: *Screams*

Ghost: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Capt. MacTavish: Should we do something?

Capt. Price: No, I want to see who wins.

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Alejandro: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Valeria: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Alejandro: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING RODOLFO WITH ME

Rodolfo, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Price: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Ghost: That's why I carry two knives.

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Soap: I made tea.

Ghost: I don’t want tea.

Soap: ....I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Ghost: Then why are you telling me?

Soap: It is a conversation starter.

Ghost: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Soap: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

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Gaz: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Price, putting his head in his hands: Does anyone in this goddamn team ever think before they speak-

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Graves: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Alejandro: I do have a sense of humor you know

Graves: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Alejandro: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Graves:

Graves: fuck you

Alejandro: fuck you

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Soap, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

Ghost:

Ghost: is it because I said I didn't want your tea-

Soap: YES ITS BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT MY TEA

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Ghost: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Gaz, just finding out that Ghost is legally dead:

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Gaz: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Price: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Soap: Three of us saw it, Cap. How do you explain that?

Price: *points at Soap* Sleep deprivation. *points at König* Paranoia. *points at Ghost* Delusional personality disorder.

Gaz:

Gaz: damn.

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Roze: What’s something you guys are better than Horangi at?

Hutch: Mario Kart.

O'Conor: Yeah, video games.

König: Emotional vulnerability

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Graves: *Gets down on one knee*

Alejandro: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Graves: *Falls over*

Alejandro: The poison is kicking in.

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Gaz, after falling out of a heli for the third time: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nikolai: I only take cash or credit.

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Soap: Can you keep a secret?

Ghost: Do you know anything about my life?

Soap: No I do not. Good point.

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Gaz: Hey heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this haha-

Roach: What did you-?

Gaz: A MISTAKE WAS MADE

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I just wanna say thank you all sm for 300 followers! You all r loved and I'm not good with responses but I appreciate them all so muck, thank u again :DDDDD

[agentmarvel]

i've been thinking about this for days, so here y'all go.

part i |♡| part ii

sugar daddy!könig x fat!reader

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

könig, whose bank account contains millions that he has neither the time nor desire to spend himself.

könig, who learns about the sugaring community from stiletto and roze, surprisingly, and educates himself, finding himself quite interested.

newly minted sugar daddy!könig, who joins a website, hoping to meet a sweet, plump little thing to keep him company in his off time, accompany him to events he really doesn't want to be at, and is willing to be patient with him and stay in touch, though spotty, through deployments in exchange for everything she could possibly want.

sugar daddy!könig, who matches with you after several less than ideal encounters, boring conversations, and dozens of left swipes over the course of a year. he finds himself immediately enamored with your photos; you’re stunning, exactly his type.

sugar daddy!könig, who has a hard time talking himself out of sending you a large sum immediately just for a moment of your undivided attention, but ultimately decides against it, lest you only be interested in those deposits off the bat.

sugar daddy!könig, who learns you're a full-time student with limited means of support, given you aren't exactly a local. he could be the support you need, he thinks.

sugar daddy!könig, who is so thoroughly pleased with how you conduct yourself through messages, neglecting the matter of his finances almost entirely while you try to connect with him personally. after nearly a month of exchanging messages, he makes his first offer - daily pictures for payments. nothing lewd, not yet, but he's interested in seeing more than the same six photos he looks at daily on your profile.

sugar daddy!könig, who sends €500 per photo per day. you catch on quick, doubling or tripling up on them after a week; one before you head to class, one before you go to bed. but after the third time he sends multiple payments, you send a message telling him it's not necessary.

>>> I like sending the pictures! Your reactions are always so kind, and it makes my day! 🥰

sugar daddy!könig, who turns bright red at that and insists that he keep up his end of the bargain, but gives extra attention to detail in his responses.

sugar daddy!könig, who grows anxious to meet you face-to-face; broaching the subject proves difficult when he struggles to find the right words. luckily for him, you're a bit bolder, inquiring about events he mentioned, hoping to find chemistry on an actual date of sorts.

sugar daddy!könig, who is all too quick to agree to meet up with you. he warns you that he's painfully awkward, apologizes in advance on a loop, and warns you of his behemoth stature - a factor of intimidation for many, and he doesn't want to scare you off.

sugar daddy!könig, who adores your acceptance of his self-perceived flaws and shuts down the insecurities that you voice on your own behalf. your photos are not deceptive; he can see that you're a bigger girl (exactly what he wanted), and no amount of lighting, angle, or editing that could hide the most beautiful things about you.

sugar daddy!könig, who spends the next several days in a spiral over the date, stressing every miniscule detail until he chews a hole in his lip. his hands shake as he buttons his shirt, leg bouncing with nervous energy during the drive, fidgeting while he awaits your arrival...

sugar daddy!könig, who almost leaves when you're a mere five minutes late, berating himself internally for being blinded by optimism. he has to set his glass down in fear of breaking it in his tense grip.

sugar daddy!könig, who has to pick his jaw up from the floor when he catches sight of the hostess bringing you to the table. you're wearing a shy smile and a gorgeous dress that hugs your curves perfectly, and for the briefest moment, he swears he's in love.

[tesalicious2]

More Kortac:

König gets along really well with Askel and Klaus for obvious reasons. If any of them heads home, they’ll bring back the good beer and treats that they all know

Everyone will eat whatever is in the fridge, nothing is safe. Maybe if it has a not from a family member will some of them leave it alone. But that is no guarantee.

Horangi, in an attempt to ‘chill Oni out’, slipped marijuana drops into his tea and got him high as hell.

Oni laid on the common room couch for 6 hours without moving and said the weirdest shit.

Horangi was there the whole time and loved every moment, unfortunately, some others didn’t agree

Declan, Stilletto, Askel, Klaus, and Horangi openly laughed while Calisto and Zero were the only ones who didn’t find it funny at all

Oni quickly got Horangi back by replacing some of his nice kimchi with weird cheap stuff he found for online. He mixed it together to blend the flavors

At dinner that night, Horangi got half way through before leaving to throw up. Oni laughed the whole time

Horangi quickly returned to dinner and tackled him over the table, attempting my to shove some of the bad kimchi down his throat.

The yelling foreign languages at each other was funny. Mostly since it was Oni mocking Horangi and Horangi yelling rather than vice versa.

Horangi has seen everyone’s face, mostly because he doesn’t knock and has weird hours

This includes Ghost, even if they only worked together for a week

Fender is the only one who’s seen almost everyone’s face because they showed it to him willingly, König will wear a medical mask but won’t show his face

The medics know a lot of secrets about everyone, not important ones though, very stupid ones

Know Roze stole a loaf of bread from her family’s kitchen when she was 8 and felt bad so she tossed it in a lake

Know Zero once a had a crush on a middle school girl when he was in elementary and tried hard to get her attention but failed miserably

They won’t tell anyone because of Patient-Client Confidentiality and consequently become the secret keepers of the group

König only one who has seen Fender’s face.

KorTac tries to have dinner together and push the tables into a square, it’s really fun and they have game night (without gambling)

König has the highest tolerance and is has never gotten past drunk before.

He doesn’t really get drunk, he just gets wobbly and that’s all. No one knew the first time til he tried to get up and immediately tripped over his own feet, stayed on the floor and groaned, saying ‘damn, drank to much’

No one could remember how much he drank that night.

Everyone once saw him have like 14 beers (he has his own stash from home that’s strong and no one else likes) and said he felt tipsy and didn’t know his limit

Declan and Oni come in close second and Declan will brag about this to anyone who listens

Stilletto and Horangi are third but they don’t really care. Calisto, Zero, and Gromsko are the same way but have a lower tolerance

Zeus is really bad at drinking games and refuses to play, so they don’t really know his limit

He has admitted to being in the third place group, much to Declan’s amusement

Hutch has hacked into devices with weird search history’s. He doesn’t talk about it but if drunk enough he will tell some of the weirder non sexual ones.

Though, there are a few he will never speak of because thinking about them makes him shiver.

[angelhotchner]

roze & twine

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Style: Multi-part Fic Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [named] Fem!Reader [non-descriptive OC] Timeline: Post ep100 Fic Content: Pining, eventual friends to lovers, smut Chapter Warnings: None

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Prologue

Everyone had their own outlet. Morgan loved to renovate houses - he was on his sixth property now, each one different from the others but all built with the same fervour: every wall holding secrets of the sight of the agent breaking down, letting his anger leave him, allowing hope to enter his soul once again. Garcia had literally everything. Knitting, ukulele, clay models - you name it, Penelope had tried it and created something adorably loud and vibrant, then displayed it in her cave if she could. The goodness of the world penetrated the disgust and heartbreak that she saw on her screens every day and it kept her outlook fresh. Reid was similar to Garcia...his interests were seemingly endless, but specific. As long as it was knowledge that he hadn’t gained yet, he was interested in it. Magic seemed to be his number one though - if it had been a particularly bad week, he’d arrive on Monday morning with a set of new tricks he’d learned. Prentiss...she had weekends away. No-one really knew what she was doing, although JJ had the best idea, but she always came back refreshed and focused. Her outlet usually landed her in Atlanta for two days - that’s all she’d ever given away to the team. JJ had her family - most importantly, Henry’s Sunday soccer games. Watching her son run around the field, dribbling the ball between his feet with his little face scrunched in concentration warmed her heart so much that she could forget the week she’d just had and the week that was waiting for her the next day.

Hotch shared the same outlet - his son was the light of his life and the only thing that really kept him going. Raising his son in the shadow of his passed wife was a hard feat, but when the little guy said something so pure and innocent it touched Hotch’s heart deeper than he’d let on, pulling the dark clouds in his mind away for a little while. Rossi had company. Whether it was hosting a dinner party for old time friends or enjoying himself at another charity banquet, he found solace in the people around him and their stories. Meeting new faces, listening to their own wisdom - it granted him a better outlook on life, a more peppered perspective on the world. The team teased that his outlet was finding another wife, but they knew that Rossi had almost given up hope on marrying again. Harris had bracelets. Seriously. Ever since third grade queen Lola Grey had taught her how to braid tiny strings of wool and what the best colour combinations for beads were, Harris was obsessed...even when Lola rejected the bracelet that she’d spent hours creating for her. When Lola’s friends threw it into the muddy puddles on the playground and laughed, Harris saw that as a challenge to do better. That kind of thinking followed her as she grew up, straight into the FBI Academy and into the hands of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. Never quit, do better.

It was no surprise that this case had taken a toll on her. The unsub had suffered the same upbringing as her - the only difference was their responses to it. Harris had channeled all of her hurt and frustration into making her life better, the unsub had channeled his into ending other lives. She had been the one to know the most, to understand him the best, and ultimately tackle him into an arrest with just a small scratch on the side of her cheek. Now, she sat quietly at the back of the plane, her hands twirling and knotting the burgundy yarn until it began to take shape. She didn’t need to look down and concentrate, the muscle memory of her fingers took over as she gazed out of the window. Hotch glanced over. He studied her face for a few seconds, ready to focus his attention back to the file in front of him but his eyes drifted down to her hands, catching the movement. He watched with curious amusement, flickering his gaze between her face and her hands, noticing how her eyes seemed to droop a little further with every twist of the wool. Her shoulders were beginning to relax, her mind becoming easy. He smiled gently, although he wasn’t sure why, and turned his attention back to the paperwork. “Aaron Hotchner, did you just smile?” Hotch’s cheeks felt flushed as he dipped his head slightly, realising he’d been caught out. Of course he had. Harris never missed anything. He raised his head and looked at her, finding her still twirling the wool but looking directly at him. Her cheeks were lifted with a small smirk, her eyes shining with devilment. She seemed cool and mischievous, but Harris’ mind was freaking out like a teenage girl. Hotch just smiled at you, she thought. For no reason. He never smiles. He smiled at you. He cares...no, no. Hotch doesn’t care about you like that. Maybe it wasn’t a good smile. Maybe he was laughing at you. The bracelets. He thinks you’re childish. He- “It happens,” He shrugged, knocking Harris from being locked in a battle of her own thoughts. “Your work on this case was exemplary, Roze,” She felt giddy with hearing the praise, but maintained her cool expression. “Thanks, Hotchy,” The nickname awarded her with another small smile. Hotch wasn’t sure when she started calling him that, but he welcomed the playful nature. He knew he shouldn’t be revelling in the fact that she hadn’t given any of the other team members a nickname, it probably didn’t even much to her, but he savoured the idea of being someone that stood out more than anyone else to her. She nodded at him and turned back towards the window, her brain dangerously close to overdrive. God damn praise kink. ══ ⋆☆⋆ ══════ ⋆★⋆ ══════ ⋆☆⋆ ══

[shippingmyworld]

tagged by @gallopinggallifreyans

last song: Outliars and Hypocates: fun facts about apples by Will Wood (this man's music is unhinged and i love it)

favorite color: cobalt green. a green that's so lush that if you stare at it for too long you'll convince yourself you've stepped into an evergreen forest

last movie: Ghostbusters: The Frozen Empire. I should have listened to the reviews because god was it torture sitting through that movie. It was an absolute dumpster fire and by the time I'd decided it was so, I was already too far in and forced myself to finish the movie out of sheer spite.

sweet/spicy/savory: Depends on the mood I'm in honestly. But if I had to choose one, sweet since I have an insatiable sweet tooth. Fun fact, I literally cannot control myself around Oreos so the only time they exist in the house is when I'm making an Oreo-themed dessert for someone else. If anyone else buys them for themselves, they know to not keep them in the pantry lol

currently watching: Kinda a lot tbh. On a weekly basis when new eps come out it's Oshi no Ko, Code Geass: Roze of the Recapture, and Futurama. Otherwise the show my bf and I are currently watching together is Hometown Cha Cha Cha (K-Drama's are his weakness).

relationship status: @emperawrsy is my bf <3 (but he doesn't use tumblr anymore)

current obsession: the nicktoons unite gang is currently occupying like two-thirds of my brain. currently it's leaning more toward fop content tho cus I'm low-key obsessed with a few AU's where Timmy get's adopted by Cosmo and Wanda

last thing i googled: gandalf big naturals ...look had a dumb thought to make a danny phantom meme and needed a reference

tagging: @candy-swol-man @aether-night @jicamasticks @toofpaste-art and @mynjnx

[harveywritings92]

{König goes into the common room day after he got a bad tooth removed, and finds Roze and Horangi staring at Roze’s phone giggling.]

König: What are you watching?

Horangi: Ah…just you, grabbing Cam’s boobs while you were high as a kite at the dentist.

König: I-i dun…huh?!

Roze: Yeah it was funny, you were talking about how your pet tortoise was a wizard and how the bunnies were secretly conspiring against you; then you just casually reach out and grabbed Cami’s left tit.

{They show König the video, he is casually talking nonsense while calmly cupping Cami’s boob in his hand.]

König, goes scarlet red under his hood: Wh-what, why didn’t anyone stop me?

Horangi: We tried to, but you kept freaking out every time Cam took your hand away, after the third try she just gave up and let you go nuts.

[Needless to say, König had rough time looking Cami in the eye for while, she on the other hand found it all hilarious.] 

(P.S: I could see König owning a pet tortoise, drawing blanks on what he’d name it though.)

[refractiveame]

Memoriam of Calamity

"A stunning jeweled statue, found in the depths of a smoldering cavern. The two gems dance in intertwined chaos, a breathtaking site that refuels my desire to finish this journey's quota and return to my family." - Captain Olimar... Probably.

This piece was inspired and based around Pikmin 2's treasures Essence of Rage and Essence of Despair; imagining how these treasures may have been found in jewelery before their new purpose as a galactic freight company's debt recovery asset.

But to get to the fun part, this piece is a 20" total length necklace in sterling silver with a 14k gold button on the flower, featuring a lab created rose cut ruby and emerald. I hand made the leaves and the flower and ordered the chain and the mounting for the stones.

Figuring out how to create a natural looking leaf that still resembled the classic pikmin leaf was far more challenging than i had anticipated going into this project. After some testing with different initial shapes and thicknesses i found something i was happy with. Essentially i cut a flat piece of silver that fit my dimensions and matched a drawing i had assumed to turn out well and then used a dapping set to do the shaping. (A dapping set being a small steel block with many spherical holes of many different sizes and a corresponding set of steel punches that have spherical ends to match the holes of the block)

After curving the piece into one curve i would take round nose pliers and bend the end up to give it a sensible shape and one that complements it being used as the connection between chain and center of the pendant. For the very tip of the leaf i took the same pliers and carefully bent the other way to loop the end for a oring to fit through for the chain, then soldered that loop i created shut to ensure sturdiness of the pendant.

In retrospect i wish i had tried to add the detailing you see in the finished piece before rounding to see if a more even and clean carving could have been achieved.

I moved on to the flower which i did some quick maths to determine the size and where to cut the slits to split it into petals. It largely followed the same process as the leaf of cut to shape, cut the reliefs for the petals, and round with the dapping set. But after rounding i took a small round ball bur to the center to allow me to solder a small gold ball to it to better resemble the flower in game.

Here i wish i had better understood how exactly to shape the petals the way i wished as i was not consciously expecting the petals to touch again after being rounded. But i still am stumped as to what the best way to shape a piece like this is given the size and precision i was wanting with the curves on the sides of the petals.

After carefully attaching the pieces together with a few third hands and some patience i began the detailing process which was rather tedious but simple. I applied sharpie to the leaves and scratched in a pattern i felt fit the shape to give the impression of a leaf's vascular system before following that up with a kraus bur, small ball bur, and rubber wheels.

For the flower i added some slight folding of the petals by using a kraus bur to indent it as the petal sprawled from its center, then went back over it with a heavy rubber wheel to smooth out the sharp ruts of removed metal, giving it a wavy, fold like effect that doesn't capture well on camera.

And i added a brush finished to the leaves but left the "veins" high polished to give it an appealing contrast and prevent it from easily looking bad due to greasy/dirty fingers touching the polished silver.

Attached the chain with some simple orings and moved on.

Thusly i arrived at the most stressful and final part of the journey, Bezel setting these roze cuts. For someone who knew what they were doing this would be a breeze but as someone who had never set a stone bezel style nor done so on a pendant that would be hard to grasp firmly this was quite a challenge for me. After getting advice from my elder coworkers on the process i got to work using an inverted conical bur to shape the inside of the mountings to set the stone, periodically checking if the stone would snap in so as to prevent making the cuts too deep. I still fucked that up and made the emerald's seat too big and it took a very mighty effort to get it snugly set in there.

In the process of setting these stones i greatly marred the edges of the bezel, more so than one would expect, and had to spend multiple hours tediously fixing the dents and scraps with a rubber wheel under the microscope, making sure to be hyper aware of my positioning so as not to scratch the stone with the abrasive wheel.

After much trials I finally managed to get the stones tight and good looking without a gross amount of damage to them and took to a final polishing pass. Showed it off to my coworkers and then promptly bagged it up to give to it's recipient this weekend.

Took approx 15 hours give or take 1, most of which was fixing mistakes and decided on leaf shapes.

[howlingday]

Heart to Heart: One of the best Dragonknight fics I've read Yet Another Xenoverse: RWBY + JNPR reacting to the Xenogames with them as the main characters (Ruby is Shulk, Jaune is Rex, Blake is Nia, Qrow is Dundan, Ren is Noah, Penny is Kos-Mos, etc). Yet Another Multiverse: Same writer as above RWBY: A Grimm Fate: Beowolf becomes a human/fauns and learns how to balance both. Rider Time Zi-O: Roze from Remnant: Ruby getting sent to the world of Kamen Rider during Zi-O's run and things change for both stories Remnants of Desires: Guy from the real world get's sent to a Remnant where the story of OOO's is part of it and becomes Kamen Rider OOO (the third story is being worked on which covers Vol 7-8) Kamen Rider Ex-Aid: Grimm Eclipse!: The stories of RWBY and Ex-Aid collide. One of the funnier crossovers I've read, which is perusal with these writers. These are just some recommendations. Also, some of these stories have not been updated in a very long while. If you get the time, you might enjoy one of them.

Awesome! I'll have to see about getting to them. And thanks for putting the links in the ask, too!

Also, Heart to Heart sounds very familiar...

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

The head of the Directorate of Citizenship and Migration Affairs (PMLP) Maira Roze said that the article is so biased that it is difficult to talk about it, starting with the fact that the sensational story of the deportation of one "Igor Popov, a citizen of Latvia" –  as stated in the article – appears to be completely made up.

"I have no information that there is any deportation camp in Latvia. It is impossible to deport a Latvian citizen from Latvia anyway. This is a completely absurd statement," said the head of the PMLP.

Rihards Bambals, head of the Strategic Communication Department of the Cabinet of Ministers, also assessed that the journalist in question appears to have trouble differentiating between the status of Russian speakers in Latvia (who include many Latvian citizens) and Russian citizens who are, after all, citizens of a third country(..)

P.S. Here is another example of how the arrogance and very superficial work of the Western "objective" media in uncritically spreading Kremlin propaganda lies leads to very negative consequences... for German media. If they lie so brazenly about us, then imagine the utter nonsense and lies these "journalists" write about the rest of Eastern Europe, drawn from Kremlin propaganda pamphlets...

[shadeops21]

Survey Results and first batch of MP Guides

Hey there!

Yeah, me again. I know I had said that I'd give it a couple weeks before I parse results, but I've been flooded with responses and have more than enough data to get a basis on who to start with.

However, I did make a _teeny_ error in my survey planning: I included Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz as options on the SPECGRU side. Now, I have done their SP skins, and at first I was deliberating on just overlooking those votes and using those respondant's second/third picks instead.

But I decided 'fuck it', and am going to do up a Red Team 141 Guide for those guys too (and Farah because she's part of that 'pack'). I have used those respondants second/third picks anyway for determining which of the actual SPECGRU MP operators I'll do first.

ANYWAY, before I keep waffling on, here's what you can expect to see posted in the next few weeks:

1 - RED TEAM 141 2 - Reyes 3 - Konig 4 - Gromsko 5 - Horangi 6 - Nova 7 - Roze

I can't promise you precise timeframes, as the research and writing portion of these guides takes time (and generally results me being added onto various watchlists for googling different body armour systems and the like).

In the meantime, I've updated the form to reflect that these characters have been chosen, so I can work out who do to in the NEXT batch!

Same link as before, all responses have been cleared: https://forms.gle/57JTRURKmVT6HMTN7

Thank you all for your ongoing support! ICYMI, all of my guides are posted to my blog before, just use the #cosplay guide tag to search for them, else you can find them all posted and downloadable on my DeviantArt gallery here!

[kamenstrikerace]

[OCG] Art for the OCG Stories Promo

“OMG yes I love this art, I would die for this art.”

The art for the card we are currently calling “Combination Maneuver – Engage Zero” has finally been revealed.

YOS1-JP003 Gattai Jutsushiki – Engage Zero / Combination Maneuver – Engage Zero Machine/Link/Effect, LIGHT, L-2, ATK 1500 (Left, Right) 2 LIGHT and/or DARK monsters (This card is always treated as a “Sky Striker Ace” card.) You can only Special Summon “Combination Maneuver – Engage Zero(s)” once per turn. Cannot be used as Link Material. (1) If this card is Special Summoned: You can target 1 monster on the field with 2500 or more ATK; negate its effects until the end of this turn. (2) At the start of the Damage Step, if this card attacks and you have “Sky Striker Ace – Raye” and “Sky Striker Ace – Roze” in your GY: You can destroy all monsters your opponent controls.

As a reminder, this is the promo for the third volume of the Yu-Gi-Oh! OCG Stories Manga.

[gxldensxldiers]

Go ahead and mention this while I'm thinking about it (love how my brain does this without fail the minute I start responding to stuff) but, with Arthur in particular, there's a strong chance of offhand mentions of certain characters I actively role-play elsewhere.

Mira and 'Rem' are both BlackCell operators that Arthur's worked with in the past. While he isn't as familiar with Rem, he's been around Mira enough to be pretty fond of them and almost see them like a younger sibling. He knows there's something up with those two but, whatever it is, it's well beyond his pay grade/security clearance so it ain't relevant here.

And then the third 'npc' that will likely be commonly mentioned is Allison, his younger sister who serves with an American special forces TF and had previously served with Roze at one point.

[tenerife25]

CD Tenerife 17 — 18 Home, Away en Third Kits uitgebracht

De nieuwe thuis-, uit- en derde tenues voor het seizoen 2017 — 2018 werden twee dagen geleden onthuld door de Spaanse Segunda Division-club CD Tenerife. De nieuwe cd Tenerife, gemaakt door Hummel, herdenkt de 95e verjaardag van de club en werd onthuld tijdens de bloeiperiode van Garca Sanabria Park.

Thuisshirt voor Tenerife 17 — 18

Dit is de vernieuwde homekit voor de Hummel CD Tenerife 2017 — 2018.

Het nieuwe thuissysteem van CD Tenerife 17-18 is wit met oranje applicaties en is voorzien van de kenmerkende kleuren en stijl van het team. verse Hummel In elke huiswedstrijd zal op de nieuwe huiskleding het embleem van de regio Tenerife Cabildo ('Teneriffe 2030') worden afgebeeld.

goedkoop tenerife voetbalshirt Uitpakket voor CD Tenerife 2017 — 18

Het nieuwe uitsysteem van Tenerife wordt hier getoond.

Het nieuwe uittenue van Tenerife 17 — 18 heeft een opvallende X op de voorkant die is gemodelleerd naar het embleem van de club, terwijl het thuistenue vrij eenvoudig is. Op de voorkant van de blauw-witte apparatuur zijn oranje logo's gedrukt.

Derde Jersey Tenerife 2017 — 2018

Het tweede pakket van Tenerife 17-18 helpt bij de bestrijding van borstkanker.

De nieuwe CD Tenerife Hummel 17 — 18 derde kit heeft een ontwerp met roze en zwarte strepen ter ondersteuning van de strijd tegen borstkanker, waarbij de effen roze kit van vorig seizoen is vervangen door zwarte applicaties. Op de voorkant staat het merk AECC (Spanish Association Against Cancer).

Het logo van Tourism of Tenerife is te zien op de voorkant van zowel het uittenue als de nieuwe CD Teneriffe 17 — 18 derde kit.

Wat vind je van de nieuwe tenerife-truien voor 2017 — 2018? Laat het ons weten in de feedbacksectie hierboven.

[writer-of-various]

Superhero AU / Original 5

The Original 5 (World War Heroes)

Lilja Alekov-Roze, known as Minerva, was the first superhero to be created by Element 115 after being captured by the Germans during World War II. Minerva's powers are teleportation, darkness, invincibility, and super strength. She is extremely skilled with weapons, combat, and warfare intelligence, hence her superhero alias.

Nancy Turner, known as America, is the second original superhero to be created by Element 115. America, like all superheroes, is invincible, but her super strength is heavier than the other superheroes, including North King. She is extremely skilled with tactical weapons, melee weapons, and hand to hand combat.

Jaren Bonfils, known as Serpent, was the third original superhero to be created by Element 115. Serpent is able to transform into a venomous snake, and he has the invincibility and super strength as the other superheroes.

Rebecca Miller, known as Caduceus, was the fourth original superhero to be created by Element 115. Caduceus has healing powers, hence her superhero alias, and she's able to revive someone under certain circumstances.

Irina Zykov, known as Shellshock, was the fifth original superhero to be created by Element 115. Shellshock's powers are weapon mastery and super hearing, along with invincibility and super strength like the other superheroes.

[ichigobara]

Life Update!!

On the third of this month, I had officially moved out of my parent's house and into my own apartment! I am still working on getting things set up and cleaned, but it is coming together! Yesterday I did go out and I got my own wifi and such, which means that I am all connected again!

Now that means I can go back to working on more videos and stuff again for you all! I'm also planning to work on more content for you guys, but that's still far in the future. But just be prepared this year! Catch ya later roze buds~!

[the-kr8tor]

You chose well!

HOBIE'S WHAT?! OH A HUNDRED BONKS FOR ROZE

Lmaoo yuri is the third wheel in every universe

Ly too!! 😘❤️❤️❤️

𝑨 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

1 — 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hobie Brown / SpiderPunk x Fem! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Use of Y/N, no physical description of reader (other then their clothing), Swearing, Mention of Alcohol, Mention of bugs, Violence/Fighting, and mostly Fluff I think.

𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

A/N: This is my first time EVER writing a proper fanfic so if it sucks. Yeah. Idk- I tried my best tbh and hope y'all like it cuz if not, idk either. I'll be doing a tag list so if you want in, uh. Comment or sumn ig. Leave tips for me to improve in areas you think I need improvement! Also this isn't exactly canon to Earth-138. It's set in the early 2000s cuz no way am I writing for the fucking 1960s or whatever fuckin' year that mf comes from I don't do requests nor do I plan on doing so. Happy Reading! 💛

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 2

Recently, you just moved out of your parents house into a small cozy apartment in the North of London. About 200 miles away from your mummy and daddy dearest.

“No ma, I've already rented out my parlor. 'm not changing my mind at the last minute.” You grumbled into your phone as your mom hounded you with questions about literally everything. Your health, food, water, apartment and your new parlor.

Your new parlor, you were proud to say. You had finally rented out a small shop in Camden which was about a 10 minutes walk away from your apartment.

The only problem was that the area where your shop was grounded, it was in a small narrow area where people barely passed by and only a few residents lived and since you couldn't really afford a better place due to the flies that flew out of your wallet when you opened it and your limited budget, you just had to deal with it.

“Just know, if you ever need anything sweetie, me and your pops are always here.” Your mother reassured you sweetly but you could hear the concern trailing behind her voice.

“Yeah thanks, ma. Love you, and dad.”

“Love you too, sweets. But if you need anything like money, food or even—”

“Ma.” You cut her off abruptly.

“Yes?”

“I'll be fine, alright? I love you.”

“We love you too, sweetie.” She finally answered after a second of hesitation.

With that, you hung up the phone. Beeps punctuated the silence hanging in your room before you let out a deep sigh.

You sunk into your bed, looking up at the ceiling. As supportive your parents tried to be, they didn't really trust you with your career choices. The first time you told them you wanted to be a body piercer, they laughed and brushed it off… that was until they figured out you were being 100% serious.

You were grateful they didn't try to stop you, not directly at least because they never failed to mention and suggest a few other paths of careers. They got to the point of getting so desperate that they even suggested acting school but alas, you were as stubborn as a mule.

You got your license around 2 months ago. You can still remember yourself squealing and hopping around in your (old) room like a five year old who just got a puppy for Christmas. You couldn't wait to finally quit your side job (which was being a boring cashier with fake smiles and a faker kindness towards the karens that walked in and ruined your Monday mornings) and start your own little business in London. Your literal dream.

I'll get to work tomorrow. You thought to yourself since it was pretty much late afternoon now, turning the next 3 hours into a continuation of scrolling on your phone, listening to music on blast from the speakers sitting by your desk and knocking yourself out with some cheap bottle of booze that you bought during your ride to your apartment from the airport.

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Making your way through the streets of Camden, you didn't fail to see the liveliness of it. People busy with their own lives, friends giggling, children skipping, couples holding hands, staring at one another with heart eyes. 

Something squeezed your heart at the sight of the adorable couple. It reminded you of what you could've had with him if he hadn't… but unfortunately, what life throws at you isn't really under your control no matter how much you wish it could be.

You brushed off the nostalgia quickly and turned a corner, finding your parlor that you had rented about a week ago. You were met by sudden silence. The streets were quiet and empty other then the two teenage boys who were giggling and had run away after when you arrived, disappearing into a narrow alleyway.

You walked to where they previously stood just to see a poster. Specifically a band poster that was vibrant with different colors. A lanky punk boy posed in the middle of the poster with a guitar slung over his shoulder accompanied by three other members.

You couldn't help but get lost in the beauty of said punk boy. Honey-coated eyes that shone back at you, the color complimenting his ebony complexion along with his puffy jet-black hair that were braided into wicks, jawline so sharp that it made you wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers along them.

You shook your head, breaking the love trance you were stuck in. You didn't have time for dating, falling in love or whatever, not that you wanted to either. Your eyes zeroed on the big font at the bottom of the page.

“Spidersica, performing this 9th March at 9:30pm.” You read out loud to yourself. Almost 2 weeks away. Shrugging, you turn back to your shop. You'll decide what to do with that information on a later date.

You twisted the door knob that was attached to the black sleek door with the obscure glass window adorning it. The gold paint was scraping off the knob revealing the silver underneath. Besides that, when you turned the knob, the door didn't budge. You twisted it once more. Nothing. You pushed the door while twisting the knob the third time. Nothing again.

Slamming your body against the door in frustration, making the door burst open and you fall through it onto the cemented flooring. The bell atop the door chimed, swinging back and forth, mocking and taunting you.

Get the door fixed, you made a mental note as you pushed yourself up back onto your two feet. Running a hand over your T-shirt and straightening it.

You scanned the room, eyes roaming over the unused facility. Cobwebs decorating the corners of the roof, dust bunnies waving at you from the floor, old cream wallpaper peeling off the walls revealing the cemented wall beneath, the polluted air making you have a cough fit after you inhaled some dust accidentally.

Unshed tears pricked your eyes as your coughing fit wore off after a little while. “This could use some renovations,” you croaked out to no one in particular as you switched the light switch on.

The light bulb lit up producing a very bright light (brighter than normal) that illuminated the room. At least something works— your train of thought was cut off when the light bulb abruptly exploded.

“Just had to jinx it,” you grumbled, placing your hand onto your face.

You found your way to some curtains beside the door, pulled the long dirty brown pieces of linen apart, revealing a huge window that let the warm sunlight seep in and lighten the dark room. You slid the windows up to let the toxic air out and fresher air in. 

Get the curtains replaced. You noted down somewhere in your brain as you took in the hideous pattern of the curtains.

You walked around the shop, letting your hand trace the long wooden counter that extended from the wall. Dust collecting at your fingertips that you wiped off on your shirt.

Making your way through the shop, you found a recessed door that was fixed into the left wall on the opposite side of the parlor. You gently turned the door knob not wanting to repeat the incident that transpired a few minutes ago. It opened without a fight.

When you peeked your head in, you found yourself in a small closet room. Metal shelves up against both sides of the wall with various random and dirty objects decorating them. The closet was just as filthy as the rest of the shop.

You found boxes, some small, some large sitting at the other end of the closet. That must be the furniture! You think, making your way towards them.

As you pick up one of the boxes carefully, wrapping both arms around the box that was bigger than your own head. You suddenly yelped falling back on your butt, the box falling into your lap.

“Fuck no!” You screeched in horror as you saw a cockroach fly up in the air. “Nononononono.”

You dashed out the closet, almost tripping on your shoe laces that came undone who knows when, slamming the door shut so the pesky rodent wouldn't escape and terrorize the rest of your shop as well. “What the fuck!”

Mental note 3, get pest fucking control. So far, the day was not going as planned.

You released a deep breath pulling your phone out from your back pocket to check for damage. You've never been more grateful for the invention of phone cases in your life. You doubted your phone could bear another crack on it's already kinda-fucked-up screen.

Pocketing your phone once again, your hands rested on your hips. You stared at the floor trying to calm down. “Fuckin’ hell,” you murmured to yourself rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm.

You kicked off your left shoe and turned back to the closet, mentally preparing yourself for the battle your a lifetime.

—

After fighting for your life and clearing out your closet of any other unpleasantries that may surprise the living Christ out of you, you pulled out your phone and began typing in some to-dos into the notes app. Tile installment, cleaning, probably pipe replacement, a door fix, bulb and wiring replacement, paint, decoration and all that stuff with the budget of five fucking hundred pounds. Just yay.

You left the parlor with determination to accomplish your goal; renovate. You thought as you found your way through the door and back on the streets of Camden.

In a matter of a few hours, you had managed to hire a few mechanics and workers to, one, install marble floorings into the parlor, two, get any pipelines or such fixed, three, get all cracks and crevices in the walls plastered, four, fix the door lock, and fix, rewire and reinstall the lightbulb. All in the cost of four hundred and thirty pounds, and with the seventy pounds left, you could buy the paint, curtains, and other pleasantries as such.

Walking through the appliances stores, your phone on hand as you check off a few to-do boxes. Satisfaction bloomed in your chest to see how much you had done in the matter of a day. 

A small smile spread across your face as you made your way towards the next shop when a sudden boom behind you made you stop in your steps.

Screams fill the air but they're tuned out by the sudden high-pitched ringing in your ears. People passed by you running towards the exit and evacuating while you just stood there, unable to move for some reason when finally, your head snapped towards the chaos to see what everyone was running away from.

Green Goblin. You had seen him on the news whenever you scrolled on your phone for too long or when you scrolled through the TV channels and ended up on the news channel but never did you think you'd see him in real life but if the Green Goblin was here then…

Abruptly, the villainous individual who was flying abounding on his hoverboard and terrorizing everyone in the mall was knocked off by a swift kick. The one who delivered it was quick, you only saw the red and blues colors blurring together. Oh my fucking god, no way.

Slowly, the blurs of color started mashing together into an appropriate form. It's Spider-Punk. THE fucking Spider-Punk. And you were seeing him not through tv, but through your own goddamn eyes.

You watched as the Green Goblin regained his composure and lunged towards Spider-Punk. The two vigilantes participating in a violent game of tango while you stood there wide-eyed and stuck amidst the chaos sitting in the front seat.

It didn't take long for both vigilantes to notice your presence. All at once, a shout broke out from the red masked punk, “move!” when a broken piece of the wall was thrown right in your direction by the one and only Green Goblin. You saw the white's of Spider-Punk's mask widen.

Move. An inner voice in your head screamed. You couldn't. Move, goddamnit! Nothing. It felt as time had slowed down.

The stone piece inches away from your face, ready to smash your skull in when suddenly a silky white rope connected to your side and pulled you towards it. A hand wrapped around your waist and suddenly, now you're in the air.

Your heart thumped in your ears from the sheer amount of adrenaline and fear coursing through you as the two of you swung out the appliance store.

Your arms were subconsciously wrapped around his neck, your face was buried into the curve where his neck met his shoulder. You peeked your head up to see yourself high up in the air, and a glimpse of blurred green chasing the two of you.

You sucked in a shaky breath, you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart pounded, like it was gonna erupt from your chest anytime soon.

You felt heavy air hitting your back when he abruptly turned a sharp corner and now you're sitting on a dumpster in an alleyway who knows where with a vigilante in front of you checking for any major injuries.

“You alrigh’, love?”

It took you a minute to register his words due to the daze but you finally managed to choke out a “I'm fine,” your voice was slightly breathless but you didn't focus on that right now instead, you focused on the individual in front of you. 

You quickly took in his wardrobe. A red spandex bodysuit, spiked mohawk, leather jacket, collar, spikes, nets, guitar, red boots, blue laces— blue laces? well damn…

“Aight, take a breather f'me, lovelie. ‘m gonna go deal w’him, ay? Take care!” He shouted, his voice fading as he ran towards the exit of the alley and swung away before you could manage another response.

…

What the fuck just happened?

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You slowly recovered from the incident that happened just three days ago. An hour long face call with your parents who had seen you on the news swinging around in the arms of Spider-Punk. You lost count after sixteen of just how many times your parents had asked you if you were okay.

You had paid off the workers to get the job done while you were away, now you could only hope they hadn't robbed you and were currently flying to another state with your money.

You didn't have much left to do from your to-do list. The only thing you needed was some paint and furniture. You had ordered the paint (and paid) online, it would be at the door of your parlor in about a few hours. Or at least that's what the notification you gotten had said.

As you were currently laying in bed clicking away on your computer and chewing on the back of a pencil you randomly found in your backpack and an orange sofa that you found in your fridge, something ringed in your head.

Right!

The concert, you were supposed to look into it when you got home. Unfortunately, it had pretty much slipped your mind due to your little experience about a day ago.

You clicked away, opening a new tab, “Spi…der…si…ca… baa…nnd.” You pronounced each syllable carefully while you typed away.

Pushing down the enter button, you were met by a white loading screen that led you to another google page. You clicked the first link and found yourself on another website.

“A popular punk band in london with the following members: Karl Morningdew, the bass Guitarist, Riri Williams, the keyboardist and Mattea Murdock, the drumist followed by their BandLeader, Hobart Brown, the guitarist—” Your voice slowly faded out as you saw the image of a familiar punk boy pop up that you had gotten lost in just a few days ago outside of your parlor. “Huh.”

You scrolled through the website until your eyes settled onto the information you were looking for, “Spidersica, publicly performing on the 9th of March.” The information was followed by the location and other necessary details.

“Eh, screw it. I gotta socialize anyway,” you blurted out, clicking off the tab.

—

After finishing another can of soda, you finally had gotten ready to go back out after locking yourself in your house for the past forty-eight hours. Patting the pockets of your jeans to make sure you had your phone and keys in them, you escorted yourself through the door of your apartment.

You soon find yourself making your way down the three quarter turn stairs and back on the roads looking up in the sky for a particular rebellious masked vigilante.

You didn't know what for, maybe to thank him. Or maybe just curiosity at its finest. You shrugged the thoughts off and continued making your way to the parlor. You didn't have time for a cat and mouse chase where the mouse doesn't even know he's being chased.

After all, you were no one special. Just a normal everyday civilian whom his job was to protect.

Finally arriving at your parlor, it looked a lot less abandoned than it did when you arrived three days ago, the front door opening with ease when you pushed the keys in and twisted the knob which was also replaced. You could tell due to the shining new gold color coating it.

Polished white marble tiles installed in the once cemented flooring. The crevices in the walls were filled out along with the old cream wallpaper removed. An air conditioner was fixed into the wall above the recessed door, a fixed bulb and working electricity.

Those were some major improvements but that didn't change the fact the place was still filthy as fuck.

You sighed and grabbed a broom that rested in the corner of the closet, pulling your headphones over your head and began sweeping away.

—

After you finished sweeping, you decide to install the new curtains you had bought. They were a dark marengo made of a silky smooth material. As you tried to push the curtains into the metal pole, the bell aloft the door began chiming signifying somebody had arrived, when you turned the door, you were met by a man who stood in a blue-ish uniform, a clipboard in his hand while he tapped the back of a pen on it.

“Uh hello, delivery for Y/N Y/L/N?”

“That would be me.”

“Oh, please just sign here.” He turned the clipboard around to face you, offering you the ballpoint he had.

You walked over, taking the pen from his hand and signed the piece of paper where he had told you to.

He put the clipboard away, taking the pen back from you as he stepped out and came back in with a large box placing it down onto the tile flooring. “G’day, madam.”

He politely bowed his head while you let out a small “thank you” after he tilted his head back up and walked back out the parlor.

You picked up the box that was immensely heavy, probably because of the damn paint cans in them, Sherlock, you had just assumed they most likely were the paints you ordered.

When you turned away, placing the box onto the counter, suddenly the bell chimed once again. You spoke without looking up, “did you forget something, Mr.mailman?”

“Mailman? Hardly.” A familiar angelic voice spoke, making you freeze, Spider-Punk—? You thought as you turned to the voice with wide eyes, but to your surprise. It was someone completely different.

“You good, love? You look like you just seen a ghost.” Honey-coated eyes, ebony complexion, jet-black hair, sharp jawline, is that-?

“Oh my god,” you breathed, “are you Hobart Brown?” your voice was a higher pitch than usual but you couldn't help it. “Oh my god, what are you doing here—” you were abruptly cut off by him.

“Okay okay, I'm gonna cut you off right there, love, first of all. Just call me Hobie. Please.” He chuckled, a small smirk on his face, “and well, second of all, I heard you did piercings, hm?”

“Oh. Uh… okay then, Hobie. Yes. Yeah, I do piercings, why?” Well, that's a stupid question.

“I was wondering if you could do mine, because as you can see, my face is pretty clean.” He smiles softly, pointing to his face that didn't bear any piercings… yet.

“Oh yeah, um. I'm not really open yet—” you cut yourself off at a sudden realization. “Wait, how'd you find me?” You raised an eyebrow, you only remember telling everyone in your circle about the parlor yet.

“Oh, one of my friends told me.”

You raised your eyebrow higher, confusion bubbling in you. “Can I know their name?”

“Yuri.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Yuri? As in your goddamn BEST FRIEND Yuri?

“Yuri Watanabe?” You asked, expecting a no.

"You know her?"

Of course I know my damn best friend, dumbass! That's what you wanted to say, but instead you held your tongue.

“Well yeah, she's my best friend. We met at a bar back in York.” You didn't know why you were telling him, you didn't even know if you could trust him. After all, he was just a random stranger— sure he was famous or whatever but you still just found out about him like three days ago.

“Huh, I don't think she's mentioned you but nice to meet you, er…?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too, Hoba- Hobie.” You quickly corrected your small error.

“Y/N.” He looked like he was trying to remember something from a long time ago. Suddenly his eyes lit up, “oh yeah, she has mentioned you a couple times if I think about it.” He gave you a polite smile, “Do you need help? with whatever you're doing?”

“What?”

“I said do you want help?” He repeated, “seems like you could use some.” He observed, eyes roaming around your unfinished parlor.

“Do… are you looking for something in return?” You were confused by his sudden offer. He had to be wanting something in return, right? I mean, he learned your name like JUST a minute ago.

“Nah, just wanna help you out. Plus, you could prolly use some company, ay?”

“I mean… wait, why would you wanna do that? Aren't you busy with things like… practice or something.”

“Do you want help or not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” You answered with a small voice, biting down on your lip gently.

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