#vinyl tracksuit

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Daft Punk - Around the World 1997

"Around the World" is a song by French electronic music duo Daft Punk. It was released in April 1997 as the second single from their debut studio album, Homework. The song became a major club hit globally and reached number one on the dance charts in Canada, Spain, the UK, and the US. It also peaked at number one in Iceland and Italy. The song's lyrics solely consist of the words "around the world", repeated on loop for a total of 144 times (80 on the radio edit). In October 2011, NME placed it at number 21 on its list "150 Best Tracks of the Past 15 Years". "Around the World" was featured in one episode of first season of MTV animated series Daria. It was also used in the video games Dance Central 3, NBA 2K13 and the trailers for Ubisoft E3 2007 Rayman Raving Rabbids 2.

Michel Gondry's music video for the song features five groups of characters on a platform representing a vinyl record: four robots walking around in a circle; four tall athletes wearing tracksuits with small prosthetic heads walking up and down stairs; four women dressed like synchronized swimmers moving up and down another set of stairs; four skeletons dancing in the center of the platform; and four mummies dancing in time with the song's drum pattern. This is meant to be a visual representation of the song; each group of characters represents a different instrument. According to Gondry's notes, the robots represent the singing voice; the physicality and small-minded rapidity of the athletes symbolizes the ascending/descending bass guitar; the femininity of the disco girls represents the high-pitched keyboard; the skeletons dance to the guitar line; and the mummies represent the drum machine.

"Around the World" was Gondry's first attempt at bringing organized dancing to his music videos. "I was sick to see choreography being mistreated in videos like filler with fast cutting and fast editing, really shallow. I don't think choreography should be shot in close-ups." The sequence, initially developed by Gondry, was further expanded and streamlined by choreographer Blanca Li.

The music video won Best Dance Video at the International Dance Music Awards, and was nominated for Best Video at the MTV Europe Music Video Awards, and nominated for International Viewer's Choice - MTV Europe at the MTV Video Music Awards. The song was nominated for Best Dance Recording at the Grammy Awards.

"Around the World" received a total of 81,7% yes votes!

[leatherfaggotgayscally]

The New Life

Martin had always been the quiet, unassuming type. A software engineer by trade, his days were spent coding, sipping black coffee, and meticulously planning every moment of his life. His evenings were reserved for gaming marathons, vinyl record sessions, or quietly nurturing his bonsai tree. Moving into a small flat on the outskirts of Birmingham was supposed to be a practical step, a chance to save money and focus on work.

The flat wasn’t much, but Martin liked its simplicity. The only peculiar thing was the landlord, a man he had never met. The lease was finalized online, and the key had been left in a lockbox. Every question Martin emailed received curt, almost cryptic replies signed simply, “J.”

One late night, after staying up to debug an infuriating piece of code, Martin collapsed into bed, still wearing his plain grey hoodie and jeans. He drifted off immediately, his laptop humming softly on his desk.

When he woke, his world had changed.

The first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest. Groggily, Martin looked down and saw a thick, gleaming gold chain resting against a black Nike tracksuit. The outfit was completed by a black puffer jacket and a pair of pristine white Nike TNs on his feet.

Panicking, Martin stumbled out of bed and caught his reflection in the mirror. His neatly combed hair was gone, replaced by a sharp buzz cut. His room, once spotless, was a wreck—empty takeaway containers, cans of lager, and scraps of paper were strewn everywhere. His laptop was missing, replaced by a battered Bluetooth speaker blaring grime music at low volume.

His heart racing, Martin snatched his phone off the bedside table, only to find it completely wiped. All his apps, contacts, and files were gone. The only thing left was a single number saved under the name “J.”

Trembling, he pressed the call button.

“’Bout bloody time,” a deep, gravelly voice answered on the first ring. “Come ‘round the back o’ the block. We need a word.”

“Who are you? What’s going on?” Martin stammered.

“Quit yappin’ and get yer arse down here, mate.” The call ended abruptly.

Martin didn’t know why, but he felt compelled to obey. Pulling on the puffer jacket, he stepped into the cold evening air and walked around the back of the building.

There, leaning casually against the wall, was a man in a black puffer jacket and trackies. He was smoking a cigarette, his buzzed head gleaming in the faint glow of the streetlight. His posture was relaxed, but something about him radiated authority.

“’Ere he is,” the man said with a smirk, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Sleep well, bruv?”

Martin stared. “Are you… J?”

“That’s what they call me,” the man said, tapping ash off his cigarette. “So, what d’ya think of yer new look?”

“I hate it!” Martin snapped. “What is this? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this!”

Jay laughed, his voice rough and mocking. “Come off it, lad. Don’t act like you’re not buzzin’. I’ve seen yer socials, seen all them scally pages you follow. Don’t lie to me.”

Martin’s cheeks flushed. He had spent hours scrolling through photos of lads in tracksuits, admiring their swagger and confidence. But that didn’t mean he wanted to be one.

“This isn’t me,” he insisted, backing away.

Jay took a slow drag of his cigarette and stepped closer. His voice dropped to a low, commanding tone. “Stop pretendin’, mate. This is who you’ve always wanted to be. Now, take a drag o’ this cig and let it sink in.”

“I don’t smoke,” Martin mumbled.

Jay raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Didn’t ask if you did, did I? Now, stop bein’ soft and take it.”

Martin hesitated, but Jay’s imposing presence was too much. Slowly, he took the cigarette. He brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply. The smoke burned his throat, making him cough, but as he exhaled, everything began to shift.

A strange warmth spread through his body. His muscles tensed and grew, filling out the tracksuit. His back straightened, and his posture shifted to one of casual confidence.

Jay chuckled, clapping Martin on the shoulder. “There ya go, lad. Told ya it’d suit ya.”

Over the next few days, Martin’s life unraveled completely. He quit his office job without a second thought. “Desk jobs are for nerds,” he scoffed when Jay asked him about it. Instead, he took up a hard labor gig at a nearby warehouse. The pay was awful, but Martin didn’t care. He liked the physicality of it, the way it made him feel strong and capable.

Every night, Jay would knock on his door, and they’d head out together. They’d hang around the estate or outside the local chippy, blasting grime music and chatting with Jay’s mates. At first, Martin felt out of place, but as the nights went on, he began to embrace it.

He started rolling cigarettes with ease, perfecting his swagger, and adjusting his tracksuit to show off his gold chain. He even picked up a thick Brummie slang, finding himself talking more like Jay and less like his old, nerdy self.

His flat became a reflection of his new life—messy, lively, and filled with the sound of music and laughter. The Martin who once prided himself on his orderliness and ambition was gone.

One evening, as they leaned against a wall under a dim streetlight, Jay passed him another cigarette.

“Told ya, lad,” Jay said with a smirk. “This is where you belong.”

Martin lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke as he nodded. His gold chain glinted in the light, and his buzzed head shone faintly. “Yeah,” he said with a cocky grin. “You were right, mate.”

The transformation was complete. The quiet, bookish Martin was no more. In his place stood a confident scally lad, unbothered and unapologetic.

[kithtaehyung]

mami (m) (teaser) | myg/knj

— “then hurry up, mami. gimme one more for luck.”    

title: mami (teaser) pairing: battle rappers!myg/knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au  summary: turns out, two of the guys you’ve been hooking up with are battle rappers. and roommates. and the most competitive gd people you’ve ever met.  warnings for fic: [redacted] lmfaooooo🥴🥴🥴  warnings for teaser: cursing, yoongi’s fit, dirty talk, namjoon deserves his own gd warning throughout this whole fic so it’s included in the teaser warnings, too :^))  note: fuuuuuuck me lol. this is also gonna have some heavy 00s vibes so let’s fcking go🦋 est. drop date: jul-aug 2023 est. word count: 15-20k taglist: join here (will be checking blogs!) —18+ teaser below if you want to read :)) drops you right in the middle! minors dni.  

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Weeks go by and you keep your options super open, with the occasional run-in with Yoongi and the strangely refreshing dates with Namjoon. 

As much as you want things to move forward with the latter, he’s kept every meet-up early and short, always checking his phone with pure concentration before heading out. 

Did you think about whether or not he had a girl already? Absolutely. But just being able to have nice dinners and talk was pretty fucking harmless considering. 

If he finally decides to cave in and split you in two, maybe you’ll re-evaluate. But you hope that happens sooner rather than later because you are aching to feel anything he’d give you. 

That and the frustrating fact that he looks more and more attractive with every damn date.

Speaking of attractive things… 

One dingy, smoke-filled event on south side, just as you were cussing someone out for slapping your ass, it was Yoongi that shocked you by stepping in, quietly shielding you and taunting,

“You wanna try that again?”

“Fuck outta here, man. Just having a good time.”

When your surprise of a savior aims one slitted eye over his shoulder, he asks,

“You having fun?”

And your arms fold in calm revenge. “Not with him.”

“Didn’t think so.” Turning back around, Yoongi simply eases, “I’ll let you off this time, but only cus she’s listening.”

Your blink is immediate.

“But I better not see your sorry ass anywhere near her by the time I get on stage.”

Safe to say, it didn’t matter if he saw that guy or not. 

Because he definitely saw you after the show, right before you tugged his stupid tracksuit into the nearest bathroom.

Ever since the first, all your dates with Namjoon have been innocent.

So it sends shivers across your arms when low words slip into your ear. Words so spiced that they cause your thighs to squirm on the cheap vinyl booth you both occupy, 

“I gotta say… I didn’t expect us to talk this much.” 

Breath hitching, you slowly turn, fixated on the veins running down his arms while admiring the way neon lights make rainbows of his chains. Not giving much of your own thoughts away, you simply ask, 

“This time? Or at all?”

“Honestly?” His smile coats you in a layer of warmth. Which is strange considering how frozen you really feel. “I don’t usually do dates.” 

What?

You’ve never moved away so quick. “Wait, really?”

“Oh, shit. Was that bad to say?” 

“No, I”—pure relief juts out of your mouth—“Neither do I.” 

“No fuckin’ way,” Namjoon challenges with a grin, shaking his head when you nod multiple times. “Nah. You can’t tell me your fine ass has never gone out before.” 

“First of all,” you tut, smirking at his true nature coming through, “This ass has been taken out more times than yours.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” Flipping your head, you give him a mocking once-over, feigning boredom even though you wanna mount those goddamn thighs and ride them into next Wednesday. “I just don’t waste my time dating.” 

“Then why’d you keep coming?”

“Why’d you keep asking?”

At your coy tone, Namjoon’s smile grows and grows, and you’re enjoying where this is going an obscene, frightening amount. 

Instead of responding, he simply lifts an arm to skirt knuckles right up the front of your dress, finally looping one under the necklace dangling from your neck. When he presses a bold thumb down, you cease breathing as he softly tugs forward, your entire body following without resistance. 

And just as your lips hover against his, he challenges, 

“Cus if I asked you anything else, you would’ve ran.”

Oh, fuck. 

Butterflies scatter at his insinuation, and they fall victim to his honeyed smirk when you taunt, 

“Try me.” 

What the hell is he gonna say? Based on your earlier conversations, you could tell he has a way with words. You don’t have to spell a single thing out for him, that’s for damn sure. 

The look you get is pure sin before he moves to your ear, his mouth hidden from the rest of the bar and hot breath stroking your neck. Anticipation keeps your body fully alert, and yet it still doesn’t prepare you for whatever comes out of this dude’s mouth. 

“Like if you’d ever let me paint those tits.” 

The fuck.

“Or if you’d let me be the first to make you squirt.” 

The fuck?

Your exhale comes out stilted before stuttering out, and your chest physically heaves because—

“What, that’s all it takes to make you shy?” 

Holy shit. You haven’t felt this way in years. 

Truthfully, you can’t even think up an inkling of a response. 

Because the hand on your necklace slides downward, a finger lowering your dress bit. By bit. By bit.

Before letting it spring back with a snap.

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tbc. :)

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[yearningagain]

it's enough (to make a girl blush): chapter two

HELLO!!! welcome to chapter two! i'm amazed at the traction that this has gained with just the first chapter, and it's giving me so much motivation to continue this!

i've also decided to open up my ask box for suggestions for rambles and ficlets, so please shoot me a message if you feel so inclined!

and of course a huge thank you to @kayleeofcamelot for betaing and helping me so much!! without further ado!

also on ao3!

total wc: 2.6k | wc: 1.4k | rating: e (18+) | pairing: steddie | cw: none | tags: a/b/o, alpha eddie munson, omega steve harrington, modern au, baker steve, famous eddie, getting together, gay eddie, bi steve, soulmates/true mates/scent mates, side buckingham

part one | part three

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Steve loved Robin more than he thought he could love anyone. She was the peanut butter to his jelly, the rock to his roll, the yin to his yang. He doesn't know how he managed as long as he did before meeting her, and he frankly doesn't know what he would do without her now. 

That being said, sometimes she does make Steve want to give himself another concussion. 

Lunch at the deli had been uneventful. They had eaten their sandwiches while nestled in the window booth in the back corner, turned to look out onto the streets of Chicago. Most of their conversation was driven by judgmental comments about passerby’s, ranging from jabs about interesting color choices on someone's tracksuit to monologues about wearing a faux fur coat with cheetah print leggings (“It’s the principle, Rob! You wouldn’t get it”).

After finishing their meals, the pair made their way across the street to the record store. Upon entry, Steve was surrounded by deep earthy scents, old vinyl and incense mingled with the fresh flowers growing in pots littered about. And that brought them to their current situation.

Robin was making a complete and utter fool out of herself. She was bright red in the face, and Steve couldn’t tell if it was from pure mortification or her complete lack of breathing for the past five minutes. As soon as a little blonde omega, introduced as Chrissy, emerged from the shelves to greet them and show them around, the alpha had not been able to stop her mouth from running and running. Now, normally in these situations, Steve would insert himself into Robin's one sided conversation and slow her down, purely to rescue the other person from being roped into a woven tale of at least six subjects at once. But after one look at Chrissy, and the adoration and attentiveness in her expression, he decided to leave it be. 

At the back corner of the shop was a small gathering of armchairs, a loveseat, and a small wooden coffee table. Plopping down into the comfiest looking chair, leaving the girls to their own devices, Steve pulled out his phone to start tackling the sea of messages he had received during the night. 

Dusty

12:58 AM: STEVE

STEVEN

12:59 AM: STEVEN HARRINGTON

STEVEN LOUISE HARRINGTON

1:01 AM: do you even love me anymore

1:08 AM: if i were dying i'd be dead by now

1:14 AM: ☠️☠️🩸🩸

1:27 AM: okay whatever goodnight steven text me when you’re  alive again ig 🙄

11:39 AM: Jesus Christ kid

That’s not even my name

11:40 AM: Did you die?

11:41 AM: no

11:41 AM: So what was so important?

11:43 AM: before i say anything i want to remind you that  i know all of your secrets and also you love me sooo much  and you’re the best babysitter ever and you owe me for  letting my mom hire you at the shop

11:44 AM: Dustin. What did you do.

11:44 AM: nothing!

i didn’t do anything i swear on my mother

11:45 AM: Okay…

So…?

11:46 AM: my favorite band is playing here next month but its an 18+ show

mom would never come with me, she’d have a heart attack i think

so i need you to take me

11:48 AM: i can pay for your ticket if you want!

11:50 AM: steve?

A loud crash echoed from within the shop, followed by an extremely disheveled Robin popping her head into the nook. "I need your help."

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Leaving the girls was both the best and worst decision Steve could have made. 

In the ten minutes of inattentiveness, the alpha had managed to talk for seven of them consecutively. After realizing she had been talking herself in circles, she tried to reign it in, which ultimately ended in her accidental confession of attraction towards Chrissy. That then led to a kiss-turned-make-out, in which Robin had tried to push the shorter girl against a wall for more leverage. However, blinded by her circumstances, she pushed the omega into one of the shelves, effectively knocking it and its contents to the ground. They were old antique shelves that had been modified with basket-drawers to store records and other miscellaneous objects, they were heavy . 

Steve would be upset, but the dark blush and lovesick smile never quite left Robin's face. 

With that mess dealt with, he was finally able to respond to Dustin. He shot a quick 'Sure. Just LMK the deets ' text and slid his phone back into his pocket. Chrissy led them both back to the nook, bustling about and making sure they were comfortable.

"Steve, I am so incredibly sorry about that! Please sit here, let me go grab something and I'll be right back!" She dashed off down a small hallway towards the back of the building.

Steve shook his head at Robin, sighing loudly. "Couldn't keep it in your pants?"

The alpha huffed and looked away. She huffed again, this time more of a sniff. And then again. 

"Steve, are you fucking with me or something?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he followed suit in her actions by taking his own sniff of the air. "What? What's going on?"

She continues sniffing, seemingly following the scent. Standing from her spot on the loveseat, laser focused on tracking, she walks right over to Steve.

"Your scent, it's changing. I knew it was different this morning! I know what you smell like, dingus. And you don't smell like you anymore. Well, okay, you still smell like you! But it's like you're roasting apples in the woods on a camping trip. And you've always smelled like apples, so I'm glad that's the same, but now it's different. Has anything weird happened lately? Have you felt different at all? Do you have a fever?" Her curiosity morphs into concern and she starts placing her hands over the omegas face, seeing if she can tell the temperature. "I've never been good at this. Should we go to the doctor? Do we need an ambulance? Shit, did you get poisoned?"

Steve grabbed her hands firmly, guiding them to his chest and taking a deep breath. "Breathe. I'm not dying, Robs. I think I'd know if I was." He takes a few more measured breaths, pulling her down into his lap for a hug. 

After he was sure she was calm, he relaxed his grip, but didn't let go. "I was actually meaning to ask you about something. Nothing bad, I promise! I just... I had this really weird dream last night and I woke up convinced it had actually happened. I was so convinced there would be physical proof, but there wasn't any. But I could smell the alpha in my dream. Have you ever had a dream where you could smell the other people?"

Robin looked at him calculatingly, a crease forming in her brow at the thought. "No, never. I didn't think it was a thing that happened."

"Exactly. I could smell him, birdie. I could feel him. It was real . Until it wasn't. I woke up heartbroken. For no real reason." He sighed once more, lowering his gaze to his fingers rested in his lap.

"Okay, I am so sorry once again, and I had no intention to eavesdrop whatsoever, but I want to help." Chrissy emerged from the hallway with a plate of mini cupcakes, a sheepish expression. 

Steve waved her off. "It's all good. If you don't think I'm crazy, I don't mind suggestions."

She set the plate of cupcakes onto the coffee table and sat down on the loveseat. Robin quickly scrambled off of Steve to sit next to the other omega, shooting him an apologetic glance. 

"So, basically, I read this book once, out of pure curiosity, that was about fate and the universe and all that. It had a whole section about how, years and years ago, alphas and omegas were randomly going through what seemed to be second presentations. It started with scent changes, and apparently a lot of people experienced some sort of initial mental connection. These changes were way less severe, and oftentimes not noticeable until a random heat or rut was triggered. When that would happen, it was always a pair at a time, one alpha and one omega. The moment they would smell the other for the first time is the moment their respective presentations would complete. They'd come out the other side bonded and, most often, pupped. Their bodies were preparing."

Steve stared at Chrissy, mouth agape. "Preparing for what, exactly?"

"Their soulmate!"

[424151998]

I am in Athens and tomorrow I am going to Tbilisi

Athens is cool at first I was scared and kept thinking I was gonna get pick pocketed but it’s actually extremely chill here. I’ve been wearing the same outfit the whole time tracksuit pants and cardigan and hoodie with the addition of fleece and long sleeve and two puffer jackets and scarf wrapped around my head today and gloves coz it was like 10 degrees lol soooo not that bad but it felt hellish to me it’s gonna get sooooo much worse and I’m scared

Ummm yeah having withdrawals too so I’ve been sleeping a lot and feeling irritable but I’m optimistic that I’ll be feeling more normal soon

I didn’t go to any of the ancient ruins coz they cost money so I just saw them from a distance

Just tonnes of walking and eating

Food:

Tis theatrou to steki twice now…first time was better..first time I was like 😍 marinated anchovies and vegetables in vinegar and garlic and bread and saganaki w lots of lemon 😍 second time we got like an omelette which was average and meatballs which were boring and such a bad choice by me hmm kinda just like eating bread with little accompaniments rather than bigger dishes, cheap place

Went to some place max’s friend recommended that had vinyl records as placemats and we had this amazing soup with ceviche but after that dish it wasn’t as yum it was like a big stir fry type thing and that’s just not really my thing but max really enjoyed it and also some coconut rice thing which again meh I don’t really care but that’s just vegetarian food I’m so meh but also again I am in a state of withdrawal so maybe I’m just pretty anhedonic. We did get a little carafe of wine which was soooooo good and also some digestif after I forget what it was called but similar to ouzo super strong and when we got home I passed out I felt so drunk

We went to Atlantikos this like tourist famous fish restaurant for lunch and it was good yeh idk max was really into it we had squid and it was fine idk I think we ordered badly coz I was jealous looking at some of the other tables

We had giros at o kavourras which was so effing yum

We’ve also had a couple falafel wraps

I keep waking up super early it’s funny coz my sleeping pattern is so fucked up in Melbourne it’s like super normal here I wake up at 7am like 🤩and then have to wait til midday for max to wake up but anyway yeah it’s crazy I’m like early bird here but for some reason I don’t wanna leave the apartment without max I could probs go walk around and get a coffee but I’ve just been chilling on my phone and reading my kindle hmmmm until like 1pm when we leave the apartment , after about 5000 steps im fucking done and Need to rest before I can keep going..

Currently in bed and gonna go back out at some point idk I have these Greek cigarettes I might have one later but only one

Step count:

Wednesday: 12,299

Thursday: 12,719

Friday: 11,367

Saturday: 21,146

Sunday: 5,785

Monday (so far, will update): 8,521

Umm what else I keep having insane nightmares which is disturbing but I’m Hoping it’s just my brain cleansing itself …nd max says I’m grinding my teeth heaps so maybe I’ll get teeth grinding Botox when we get to Istanbul but idk

Lol

Ummm ok that’s all

Oh yeah and I’m obsessed with how easy it is to get thru the metro gates like soo amazing and not scary like they just stay open if u put your hand in front of them unlike the myki gates that feel like they’re gonna fully slam my pelvis

[vinetae]

Just The Milk

You just wanted some milk..

Genre: Crack, 90s!AU, Implied Smut, Funny

A/n: Sorry not sorry for this. 'Twas inspired by @minisugakoobies reblog of BTS's Seasons Greeting's packet and it had been stuck in my mind. Was planning on making this smutty, (hence the tittle - still might who knows 👀) but I wanted a good laugh. And yes, I had the humor of a 12 year old. Deal with it.

If this gets bigger then I'll probably do a smutty chapter but this isn't a series ya'll. Like, it's like all of my oneshots turn into series XD

You take a step into the little store right on the corner of your street. Letting go of a breath, as a wave of cooling A/C hits your skin. Your head swivels to the side, admiring the tiny shop’s wide selection. Korea’s hottest days, now fade out of sight as you take in all the glorious air conditioning. Feet trotting to the side, as a ring echoes the small convenient store. You step right, letting the large, covered man by. 

“Ah, thank you.” He replies, turning on his heel to make his way towards the album section. Your eyebrow quirks, wondering why this little corner shop even had an album section in the first place.

Walking over to the beverage section, you grab a little summer cool down to well - cool you down. 

“Hey, Jimin!” A voice calls out, as you turn your head. The strange man from earlier waves over to the cashier who you hadn’t even noticed was there to begin with. The man at the counter sets today’s newspaper down, turning to the side to give his -what you’re assuming, friend - his attention. 

“Have you guys got any new releases yet?” He becks, flipping through a few old, vintage looking vinyl records. Your eyes catch a few classics, and some newer stuff. 

Jimin shrugs, taking a sip of his iced americano. “Dunno. Jin hasn’t stocked the shelves.” He goes back to reading his newspaper. 

“You mean you haven’t stocked the shelves yet.” The older man rolls up Jimin’s paper to whack him upside the head, making the boy yelp in shock. “I swear, Jimin. I don’t even know why I hired you.” 

Jimin smirks, twisting in his circular stool. Feet barely reaching the floor. “You didn’t. Your dad loves me so much he offered me a job here.” The man sporting a strange, deep maroon colored blazer, with a fucky, retro tie coiled around his neck. Light orange hair dyed to match his unique but hot appearance. Newsboy hadn’t been well off either. He too, had worn a strange tracksuit, with a little handkerchief tied around his head to resemble one of the halmonies you’d see peeling squid outside the port. 

On the hottest day of summer… he decided to wear a tracksuit?

Things were just getting weirder around here-

“Oh!” The blazer man yelps, raising a hand to motion you over. “I didn’t realize we had a customer!” He hits the grandma-looking boy upside the head with a good smack, making his wince from pain. 

“Ow! This is sexual harassment!” He gripes, grabbing his newspaper from his hyung’s hand, smacking him back upside the head as well. The two start bickering off in the corner, as a loud crashing sound blasts through the once tranquil space. 

“Oh shit-” He curses in English, picking himself up off the piles of album covers that he’d somehow knocked over, then fell on top. Blazer man’s mouth drops to the ground, spewing a few sentences angrily. 

“Youmotherfuckernamjoonitoldyounottocomebacktothisstorenowlookwhatyou’vedonedoyouknowhowhardiworkedonthatdisplay!??!” 

Damn. That man rapped faster than emineim. 

Your eyes widened in shock, at his speed, watching as he stomped over the well-dressed customer, gripping his collar harshly. “I told you to stay out of this store before I call the police!” The blue haired man gets dragged to the door, before grandma-look-alike whistles out. 

“Guys! CU-stomer!” All three heads turn to face you. Blazer guy immediately drops the blue boy (you called him that because he wore an all steel blue oversized suit that looked like it would’ve fit Andre the Giant.) You stand there awkwardly, hands clasp in the front, holding onto a little strawberry banana milk. Fingers toying with the little label which had been peeling off. 

“Uh.. hi..” You manage to wave, right as the doors ding for a second time. Two men stride into the convenient store, as the blonde 90s dad dressed man cheers loudly, holding another man’s hand. 

“Woo hoo! Guess who just won the big-” He stops, lowering his raised hand. A confused expression fades into sight. His head turns, meeting towards the blue boy’s disheveled self. Blondie lets out a sigh. “Namjoon.. Again? Come on dude, it’s like the third time this week!” Blue boy’s head- sorry. Namjoon’s head shakes in defeat, sighing at his own mistakes.

“Yah, Taehyung, you know you’re not supposed to be in here either.” Grandma-man retorts, flipping through a page from his newspaper as he glances up through pixelated sunglasses. 

Blazer man shouts at grandma. “Yah! What’d I tell you about opening products, Jimin-ah!?”  He stomps over towards the boy, reaching to swipe up the newspaper once more, but grandma’s quick to dodge, instead he opts for running around the building like a little kid. If this were a cartoon, Jimin’s tracks would’ve stopped like road runner, bobbing in place before turning to you. A greasy grin perks his lips. 

“Why hello my dear~” He flips back his hair, acting as if this was a Rev*on commercial. (Not getting sued today, folks.)

Your eyebrows knit together, slow to back away from the two boys as your body crashes into a large figure. You pivot on your heel, being met with a man who looked like he dressed for the streets. Literally. He’s adorning a cute, red athletic shirt, some baggy dark wash jeans, a red and white headband to match, along with some cool traffic light kicks. (because they had been colored red, yellow, and green.) A few bracelets and accessories dripped his wrists like a fancy rich kid who we all used to know at school. 

“Woah, slow your roll, doll face.” He smiles, helping you back to your standing position, backing away respectfully. Grandma boy lets out a groan. 

“What are you doing here, Hyung? Didn’t you already get your daily dose of ego boost for the day?” The hip man chuckles, throwing his arm around the younger boy. 

“Ahhh, Jimin-ahh.” He turns to you, flashing a quick wink. “One can never receive too many compliments. Isn’t that right, sweetcheeks?” 

Back away, Y/n. 

BACK. AWA-

“Ow!”

Fuck.

You turn around, jaw practically dropping to the floor as you’re met with the most handsomest man who you’ve ever seen - rocking.. Leopard print..?

He bows quickly, mumbling a quick sorry under his breath before making his way over to the freezer section. Your eyes followed his body as if they’d been on a rope of some sort. The black satin suit he draped had been luxurious looking. Wondering why in the hell would he be in these parts of the streets with such lush items at hand. 

What the hell was going on!?

You back away slowly, careful as to not bump into anyone else, before you book it towards the door. 

A voice calls out before you can leave. “Wait! Ma’am you’ve gotta pay for that!”

Another one. “Hey, that’s not the d!-”

You smack into the huge glass window. Face smearing against its once polished surface, as your body slides down in embarrassment. 

“-oor..” He sucks in a breath, wincing in pain for you. 

This was just perfect.

..

“Jungkook back up, give her some room.” 

“I am-” 

“Dude I can literally see you drooling over her-” 

“Ewww, Taehyung, get your hand out of your pants!” 

“What? My balls itch!” 

“Dude that's still gro- move your fat ass over, Jimin!” 

“Hey! My ass is fabulous and we all know it!”

"Fat ass full of LIES, Jimin." Jungkook retorts.

Jimin gasps, holding his chest. "Why you little-"

“Shh shh, I think she’s waking up!” 

Jimin grumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he mumbles. "Hmph. You're just jealous."

The room goes silent. They watch as your chest rises, then falls once more. Soon, your eyes peel open. The bright fluorescent light beams down onto your sensitive face, holding your hand to caress the tender spot gently, wincing from pain. 

“That was one hell of a knockout, dude.” The blonde man retorts, coughing as grandma looking guy shoves his side. You sit up, as blazer man’s hand comes out to support your back. 

“Easy, girl. Nice and slow.” He coos. 

“She’s not a dog, idiot.” The man wearing a mint green shirt that had the words ‘vetements’ labeled, retorts. His orange headband looked like someone had just cut off the top of his beanie. The orange, clear sunglasses add for coolness, but you highly doubt practicality. 

You take a look around the room, no longer seeing the shelved convenient store which had been wreaked. Now, you were just sat in a dark room, with a few condiment bottles played across and some toilet paper rolls. A bright light swings overyour body, as the group of men gather around your body like an interrogation. 

The light suddenly flashed into your eyes, making you wince. His voice is stern and deep. “Where were you on the night of January 10th, 1943?!” You let out a groan, pushing the man away as a few of the others start hitting him on the side. 

“Dumbass, she might have a concussion!” Taehyung whines, flinching away from his brothers’ slaps. 

Your feet are suddenly lifted from their resting place, as your head slams against the table. You moan out from pain. “Maybe she’s having a seizure?? Lift her head!” Grandma-boy is quick to lift your head, while the other man holds your feet. Emo boy and grandma fight over who’s right. 

“Yah! Jungkook let go! You’re hurting her!” Grandma squeezes your head, pulling it to his chest. Emo boy tugs at your feet, nearly dragging along your skinny jeans in the process. Your hands quickly grip onto the loops, holding on for dear life as to not expose yourself to these strangers. 

“Me hurting her!? You’ve practically got her in a choke-lock, Jiminie! Let go of her!” 

“No! YOU let go of her!” 

“No, YOU!”

“NO. YOU!” 

“N-” 

“BOTH OF YOU, let go of her!” Namjoon’s voice echoes through the dimly lit storage room, as the two boys both let go of you at the same time. Their arms cross against their chests, huffing towards one another. 

Namjoon’s hand comes up to graze your bruise, sighing. “You okay?” Your head nods slowly, rubbing at your temples. 

“Just hurts a bit..” You comment. His hand extends out, holding a little bag of frozen veggies for a cold compress. You’re quick to put it to the bruise, sucking in a breath from the level of pain. Namjoon’s eyes soften, head tilting to the side. 

“It’s a pretty nasty bruise alright..” your lips roll off a sigh in frustration, head lowering from shame. 

“Is the window okay?” Blazer man’s chuckle cuts in, as he pulls a chair up to sit in front of you. 

“Baby girl, that window could withstand ten rounds fired at a time. I’m sure it’s okay.” Your head swivels around, taking in the strange scene. 

“Where am I?” 

“SHE HAS AMNESIA-” Emo boy rushes over, yanking down on your head, peeling back your eyelids as far as they could go. “How many fingers am I holding up!?!??!”

Your head turns to the side, fist clenching as you ask Namjoon. “Can I punch him?” Namjoon chuckles, hands resting between his spread thighs. 

“Sadly, no. He’s got a photo shoot here in about an hour.” You groan, feeling the strength of Namjoon pulling you up by your arm and away from the emo kid’s frantic grip. 

“Ya’ll are idiots.” Mint boy retorts, popping off the cap from one of the Coke’s. Blazer man’s head swivels, as fire burns in his eyes. 

“MIN FUCKING YOONGI YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT!” Yoongi’s eyes roll, flicking the cap into rapping man’s hand

“Chill, I’ll leave the cash at the register before I leave.” 

“Ow! Taehyung get your hands off of me!” Grandma yelps out, trying to pull himself from Taehyung’s grip.

Namjoon sighs, shaking his head. “I swear, this place is a daycare.” 

“Oh shut up, namjoon! You’re the one who broke the album display!” Hoseok chimes in, laughing at the whole situation. 

Namjoon swivels in his seat to defend himself. “Well I- I- You see- … ah fuck it.” 

You chuckle, holding your cheek in pain from smiling. Yoongi’s head turns, eyebrow quirking at you. “Whatchya laughing at, window girl?” Your features straighten, slowly sinking in your seat at his comment. 

“Ah, lighten up on her Yoongs. She’s just a kid.” Your head perks up. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“You’re excused.” Jungkook adds in, while continuing to rip Taehyung from Jimin’s hair. 

“Bitch, I’m twenty-five!” 

He smirks. “Oh really? Ya don’t look a day past twelve.” Hip Hop wannabe boy pops into the conversation, while snatching the Coke from Yoongi’s hand. 

“Fucking- you do this every time, Hoya.” 

“CAN I GET A ‘HOOOYEAHHH!?’” 

“ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF MY STORE!” Jin stands, pushing the rest of you out the door in a group. Before you know it, you’re back out into Korea’s sweating summer days, with six other men tagged along. 

 The streets are quiet, all except for one voice. 

“So, anybody down to fuck?” They all groan and yell out in unison, except for you.

"JIMIN"

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While it took 6 months to assemble the complete set due to COVID-related shipping delays, these six Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad collectibles from Youtooz are finally in my possession! Featuring a stylized kawaii aesthetic, they include:

Slippin’ Jimmy selling burner phones in his purple tracksuit

Kim Wexler all bandaged up after her car accident

Heisenberg getting ready to sell his signature Blue Sky at the junkyard

Gus Fring with a huge, green, bloody box cutter

Hank Schrader on the toilet, about to read the inscription “To W.W…”

Pink Bear plush that’s so cute… and so burnt.

Packaged in fully-detailed window box displays with matte, embossed, protective outer sleeves, these vinyls (and the stuffed animal) look great all set up together on a shelf! 😁

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❆・:*｡( dylan o’brien. twenty-eight. cismale. ) | look who entered the cabin! it’s RYVER JONES. HE is known for being the VAINGLORIOUS of the group & that’s because they can be AFFABLE but also HEDONISTIC. we bet they’re excited to be coming back to the cabin. they believe ITS CALLED FREEFALL by RBK is the best way to describe them. wonder what trouble they’ll be getting into this season.

hey friends this intro is late & also not one of my best so i will probably be coming back and revamping it once or twice , but i am so excited to bring you ryver and to get to know you all  !!

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“  ────      𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀 .”

“  ────      𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .” `𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.`  ryver loch jones . `𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.`  ry ,  .`𝐀𝐆𝐄.`  twenty-eight . `𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘.`  21 March .  `𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂.`  Aries . `𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.`  cismale . `𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒.`  he/him . `𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.`  heterosexual .`𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍.`  harbor springs, mi .“  ────      𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .” `𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌.`  dylan o’brien . `𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑.`  brown.  `𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑.`  dark brown . `𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄.` unkempt . `𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.`  6'0 . `𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄.` tracksuits are his comfort go-to, but usually jeans and a graphic tee .`𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.`  left ear . `𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒.`  tons of random ones that he’s drunkenly gotten !“  ────      𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .” `𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆.`  it’s called: freefall by rbk . `𝐏𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.`  affluent, meticulous, venturesome .`𝐍𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.`  hedonistic, brittle, impulsive .`𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄.`  acts of service .`𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.`  chaotic neutral .`𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒.`  all of them he has no favorites .`𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒.`  kindness .`𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.`  picking at nails or nail polish, zoning out in the middle of conversations, smoking when drinking liquor & journaling before bed. `𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.`  journaling/writing lyrics in his notebook, playing guitar, recording music, partying & staying out til morning comes when off.

while the jones’s weren’t the richest family to exist, will & jasmine made up for it by being the most supportive parents a kid could ever want. it didn’t matter what ryver’s dreams or ambitions were that week they believed in him & that was enough. at least when he was younger.

he was always rambunctious growing up & in school, though he spent most of his time in detentions or the administrative offices. ryver had a knack for knowing where people’s buttons were & exactly how to push them to get what he wanted, chaos.

Music has always been an outlet for him, but became even more of one after his parent’s signed him up for an after school program, there he made it known that music was what he wanted to do in life.

However he grew up and when his friends were applying to colleges he felt left out & applied on a whim for business. To his surprise he got in.

 during college he still worked on his music and would have small gigs at the local bars or clubs.

Now works as a club promoter, but has an e.p coming out that he’s super excited about. 

 “  ────      𝐇����𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 .”

his parents bought him his first electric guitar at 11 after saving enough. it wasn’t a les paul but it was tuned & sounded great so ryver didn’t mind if it was secondhand. He used it to record his ep.

has a collection of vinyls that are strictly for looks.

literally complains about social media,but will never delete his.

 self-sabotaging king of everything in is life

When drunk will speak in accents and if someone calls him out on it will switch them.

has a breakdown for any minor inconvenience in his life. 

[hockeydogwoof]

Happy shiny pup enjoying some time in the sun. *wags*

[bellepeppertronix]

IS THIS FOOL WEARING A FUCKING VINYL TRACKSUIT???? HOW TF ELSE COULD Lickra(TM) CAUSE 'EXOTIC, MALIGNANT' CANCERS??!

[adarede]

average day for average member of society: 

 wake up at 6am, eat liver and onions for breakfast. read a national daily newspaper and a provincial daily newspaper. 

 7am: go for a run, wearing a replica football team shirt, a man's base layer top, and tracksuit bottoms. 

 7.20am: have a shower. shave. die hair using permanent hair colourant. apply body moisturising lotion, deodorant, self-tanning product, face cream, perfume, mascara, liquid foundation, lip gloss, and nail varnish. 

 8am: take the car in for an MOT. have a new exhaust fitted in a fast-fit auto centre. 

 8.30: purchase a caravan 

9am: go ten-pin bowling

10.10am: visit a DIY shop and purchase some butane gas, a sheet of MDF, a patio set, and some luxury vinyl tile flooring. 

10.30am: go home and get started on a light spot of DIY, while enjoying a canned stout and an electronic cigarette. 

11:45am: suddenly remember that today is your day with the kids, and call Geraldine the nanny in a panic. She reassures you that she collected Annie and Jasper at the normal time, and took them to the soft play centre. tell Geraldine to invoice you for the soft play centre fee, and let her know you'll meet her there at 12:15. 

11:55: rush to the shops on your bicycle. purchase a selection of soft toys, a child's sit and ride toy, some disposable nappies, and a high chair (you can't remember if you already have one). 

12:25pm: meet Geraldine and the kids at the soft play centre. apologise profusely for your tardiness and propose a hot pub lunch to make up for it. 

12:30pm: call directory inquiries, asking for the number of the nearest pub, then call that pub to ask if they serve hot lunches. they do, so you make a reservation. 

12:50pm: arrive at the red lion in Geraldine's car, with your bike balanced on the roof. bemuse the staff when you present your own high chair for Annie to sit in. Annie reminds you she is 4 now so can use a big girl chair.

enjoy a lovely hot pub lunch, with a draft bitter for yourself, a spirit-based drink for Geraldine, and both fizzy drinks and fruit juice for the kids. 

2pm: ask Geraldine to drop you off home, since your car is still being serviced. Geraldine's car breaks down, so you call the AA (calling directory enquiries first, because you can never remember phone numbers. Geraldine looks disapproving, and you make a mental note not to mention you've called directory enquiries to get her number before too). give the kids the soft toys you brought earlier, and attempt to entertain Geraldine by doing tricks on your bicycle. "well, at least you brought your helmet, I suppose," is all Geraldine says, and plays games on her phone without looking at you. you pretend you didn't want her to in the first place, to maintain your dignity in front of your children. 

3pm: take the opportunity to call your solicitor to make an appointment to update your will. 

3:20pm: purchase dental insurance over the phone. this reminds you of your poor elderly mother in her nursing home, so you call the florist to arrange a delivery of flowers there. 

4pm: the AA arrive, and luckily the car can be fixed on the spot. you make it home at 20 past 4. 

4:30: the kids complain of being bored, so you take them to the pet shop down the road. they manage to convince you to purchase a hamster and a bag of dog treats; the latter is for feeding dogs in the park, they tell you. this inspires you to buy some wild bird seed as well, to feed the birds in your back garden. you make a mental note to buy the necessary materials to construct a bird table tomorrow morning. 

5:15pm: you get home and start cooking dinner. the kids lose the hamster immediately upon getting it home, but they find it soon enough in the corner of your sleeping bag - you have it set up in the living room in order to be better prepared if burglars break in, since you anticipate them entering through your french window. 

5.45pm: dinner is quiche, veggie sausages, a pre-packaged salad, and some instant mashed potato. Jasper informs you he is on an all-meat diet at the moment. you worry that he has been watching too much alpha male youtube; you thought youtube kids blocked that kind of thing. he is only 6, after all. you tell him that quiche is a kind of animal, and salad is meat too, since it's the flesh of a plant. Jasper starts crying, and you discover that he didn't know meat came from animals. None of this makes sense to you. You hear a scraping sound coming from the kitchen, and see that the hamster has been eating your newly laid vinyl flooring. You put the hamster, with a handful of muesli, in the cardboard box your latest wine delivery came in. 

6:05pm: the kids have located the fromage frais in your fridge and have eaten 6 by the time you get back to the dining room

6:10pm: you corral the kids into the living room and put on a blu-ray to watch. the hamster slowly chews through the box in which it had been placed. you leave the kids to it while you go up to the attic to dig out an animal cage. in the attic, you see your action camera, interchangeable lens camera, and digital compact camera, and get lost in a reverie, imagining all the wonderful photographs you could take with them. 

6:30pm: come downstairs again armed with the cage, an acoustic guitar, and a fishing rod, and retrieve the hamster from its latest location (dangerously close to chewing through an unused inkjet printer cartridge).

6:45pm: suddenly remember you still don't have a car, so purchase the necessary train tickets to take the kids back to their mum's house. 

6:55pm: change into a formal jacket and trousers, a tie, and a hat; the dating agency called yesterday and you have a date tonight in london. 

7:05pm: get the kids and the hamster out the door and take the bus to the station. give the kids a craft set each; you keep them by the door just in case of surprise journeys.

7:13pm: run to catch the train. due to skill and practice, you do not fall over as you sprint in your high heeled shoes. 

7:47pm: get off the train, and take a taxi to drop the children off at their mother's house. leave the kids to give their mother the gift you purchased yesterday for her of a shower head and some knitting wool. ring the doorbell and get back in the taxi before anyone answers the door. you see the door open just as your taxi turns the corner at the end of the road. 

8:03: catch the next train to london. arrive at 8.30 at king's cross, and take a taxi to the bar at which you are meeting your mystery date. touch up your make-up using your phone screen as a mirror. 

8:40: stop at a tesco express to buy a cooked pastry based savoury snack, some hand-rolling tobacco, and a lamb shoulder. buy some condoms, and then, hedging your bets, buy some tampons too. 

8:50pm: arrive at the bar, and weave your way through the crowd towards a woman standing alone with her back to you, wearing a cocktail dress. she turns, and you recognise Yorickina from the picture given to you by the agency. She smiles, evidently recognising you too. 

"what are your hobbies," she immediately asks.

"i do enjoy package holidays covering a range of foreign destinations," you say, put on the spot. what is a hobby, anyway? "oh, and slimming." 

Yorickina looks sceptically at your noticeable belly. you slightly lift your shirt, showing that beneath there is concealed your emergency supplies kit, which contains hair gel, gin, a greetings card, and a canned lager. in fact, despite appearances, you have a very trim figure. 

"What's your favourite mode of transport," you ask Yorickina. "Oh, ferry, for sure," she replies. "Although I do enjoy travelling by coach". 

You feel your heart speed up: could Yorickina be your perfect counterpart? 

"May I buy you a drink," you ask. She accepts a double vodka, and you get yourself a draught cider. "i mostly spend time tending my horse," Yorickina continues, "but I also enjoy purchasing computer peripherals." 

"Oh, but that's fascinating!" you exclaim. "I tend to spend most of my money on watersports equipment e.g. windsurfing equipment, but I also enjoy a spot of golf on the weekends." 

You spend a very enjoyable couple of hours getting to know Yorickina, but before you know it, she says she has to go home. You convince her to stop by a kebab shop with you on your way back to the station. It has started to rain outside, but luckily Yorickina was carrying two umbrellas.

on the train ride home, you check your schedule for tomorrow. You have to pick up your car in the morning, and the surveyor is coming over to value your house in the afternoon. And once you have your car back, you will be able to collect your caravan and start planning your next holiday. You look up the cost of a marriage licence. 

You get home at around 11.30pm, and settle into your armchair with a whisky, various selected popular brands of sweets, and a cigar. You read a couple of chapters of your e-book. 

at around 12:15, you get up, brush your teeth and have another shower, and set up a duvet and pillow on your sofa (the sleeping bag on the floor is but a decoy). you send a flattering message to Yorickina, before turning off your phone and tucking yourself into bed. you blissfully drift off to sleep, dreaming of ultra low sulphur diesel and wide, empty toll roads.

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