#cs: one

[r3starttt]

abby touching herself at the thought of you <3

Just imagine, she started rubbing her legs together, scrolling on her phone until she found herself clicking on her gallery and looking for that video of you two where she's fucking you so hard and so good. She's slow, brushing her clothed clit as she watches and listens to the obscene of it all. She plays with herself, teases her clit while her thumb on her screen looks for another video, a nude you've sent, a video of one of those days where you're in her position, far from her and needing her so bad you masturbate and send her evidence for her to enjoy later. She would call you if the shame wasn't eating her brain so bad if you weren't busy too. All she does is rub small circles on her clit until a wet patch starts to grow on her clothes. Only there she allows herself to enjoy, taking off her clothes and tossing them somewhere on the floor. She opens her legs wide enough. Her phone on her stomach was already recording. She plays with her nipples, imagining they're yours instead. Her middle finger starts pumping on her drenching hole. In a matter of seconds, she's so wet she can't keep with the slow pace and she just fucks herself like you would. She's whining if not crying; wishing and praying you're free soon so she can crawl to you and beg you to fuck her properly.

[whitechocolateanti]

core FOUR 💜

[cowboyschumi]

HEARTLESS

Summary: Lando Norris has entered his heartless era with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. Now he’s hunting for prey on Raya, and that’s where he stumbles upon you.

Author’s note: Y'all really thirst over Mister Norris, my god. English is not my first language. Enjoy the reading lovelies, interactions are much appreciated.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, cheating mention, cursing ig. Tried to be inclusive, reader's gender is not specified.

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COWBOYSCHUMI | 2025 All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or upload on other platforms.

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Luisa was the best Lando ever had, everyone knew it including him, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The only ones cheering over their breakup were jealous, parasocial thirteen-year-olds.

But that was long ago. He moved on pretty quickly, not exactly beating the cheating allegations. Russian model this, Brazilian actress that… and it was all true. There was no denying. He was really enjoying his singleness, having a blast every heated Sunday. But beyond that? Nothing. He got scared easily by commitment or brushed off any trace of a slight chance of dating someone seriously.

He didn’t know why, this tendency to avoid and escape. Deep down, he knew he was hurt. Not hurt by someone else, though. He did it all by himself, ruining the only real thing he ever had. Fans who cared pointed it out: 'His spark is missing,' 'We miss silly old Lando!'

And after claiming he didn’t want to mature because he was happy where he was, he finally matured. Or at least, he pretended to, showing himself as nonchalant and bold. Expressiveness and cameras were just a performance, because in his daily life, he still acted like a teenage boy, eager to get laid

Anyone with an average experience on dating apps knew they were the worst—a way to boost egos based on looks, only to end up rejected and discarded. Raya seemed different, more polite, you guessed. You weren’t the dating type, but curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know what the hype was about.

Lando, on the other hand, spent most of his day on that app. Every girl swiped right on him, but he rarely matched with someone he actually liked. He wasn’t too strict about looks, he was more of a 'the bigger, the better' type of guy.

Raya wasn’t Tinder. Access was limited, and confidentiality was a must. That’s why you were really surprised when you got in after an exhausting approval process. Your friends freaked out, screamed, and practically climbed the walls of your apartment—the excitement was real. Maybe even a little more than yours.

"Hand me the phone." I don’t even know all these people you’re swiping left and right on." Your patience was limited, and your friends knew exactly how to test it. They kept using your Raya like it was theirs while you minded your own business, eating ice cream. You had no intention of swiping, and the girls knew it, that’s why they took matters into their own hands.

"Oh. My. God. Shut up."

"That’s Lando Norris!" One of them immediately snatched the phone from your friend’s hands.

"Who’s Lando Norris?"

They looked at you like you had just committed a crime, or like they’d seen a ghost behind you. You weren’t sure if your question was out of place or if it was the fact that you had just spoken with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth

"You’re kidding, right?" Finally, one of them spoke after a long, awkward silence.

FOMO—a word used by chronically online people to describe the fear of missing out, not knowing what’s going on, feeling excluded. That was exactly how you felt for not knowing who Lando Norris was.

"Formula One driver?" Now the phone was in your hands. You were reading his description with the screen practically glued to your face, like a mom who can’t see a thing unless it’s that close.

"That guy beat Verstappen a few times, right?" That was the only thing you could come up with, just from scrolling through Twitter and catching bits of the news. You didn’t know a single thing about the sport.

And sometimes, famous people liked that: their love interests not knowing anything about them, their jobs, the rumors, or the creepy facts.

Your Raya profile didn’t have anything special, aside from your picture-perfect photos. Celebrities didn’t actually care about you deep down—only if you fit their beauty standards. Being active and checking profiles wasn’t on your to-do list. It was just pure curiosity.

But somehow, you two matched. May the universe know under what circumstances and why.

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"When will I have the chance to meet you?"

His text was blunt, like you already knew each other. Maybe even a little desperate.

"What happened to 'Hello, how are you, my name is…'?"

You answered sarcastically, but truthfully. Not introducing yourselves was kind of rude. But you got the point, Lando didn’t care about who you were or what you had to say. The quicker you ended up in his bed, the better.

He laughed at your text, you had the kind of sense of humor he’d fall for. He wouldn’t lie, he enjoyed how obsessed girls were with him and how quickly the dirty talk escalated with just one message. But to his surprise, you weren’t that easy to win over.

"Haha, sorry. Is dinner fine with you?"

Wow, he was really a bad texter. The driest you’d ever seen, dare you say. Was it a guy thing or just a wannabe mysterious famous person thing? You hoped the conversation would be better in person because, damn, it’d be a shame if his pretty face had nothing to say.

"Send me the addy. I don’t need an F1 driver picking me up, I’d rather pass."

Your fear of speed was a thing.

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Lando was attractive. You weren’t exactly interested, but nervousness ran through your veins. Dates always did this over you—stuttering, sweaty palms, and way too much overthinking. You even considered canceling, but your friends wouldn’t let you.

You were a fashion design student, meaning you had some knowledge of trends and what suited your silhouette. Lately, silky long attires were your go-to for night fits; simple, elegant. You dressed for yourself, for comfort, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention and the flattering compliments on your fashion sense.

Monaco was small. Getting anywhere was a short drive, so the Uber didn’t take long. But as you stepped out of the car, your stomach twisted. The restaurant in front of you was huge, glowing with warm lights, yet no people coming in or out. The classic internet trap flashed through your mind—what if there was no Lando Norris waiting for you at all?

“Y/N?”

His voice sounded unsure. He was glued to his phone, shamelessly checking if you actually looked like the pictures he’d been thirsting over on that awful app.

You turned around slowly, mentally cursing yourself, and then your friends. And there he was.

He really screamed Formula One driver. The expensive car gave him away immediately. You had boots on, and he was wearing sneakers, making him not nearly as tall as you expected. You bit your cheek, trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically the same height.

How were you supposed to act on a date with someone worldwide famous?

Lando leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you instinctively extended your hand for a handshake instead. The night hadn’t even started, and you already wanted the earth to swallow you.

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm, effortlessly charming. Gentleman, innit?

You hesitated before looping your arm through his, still not saying a word. But as you stepped into the restaurant, your stomach dropped.

The place was empty. No other customers. Just you and him.

Your face went pale because there was only one explanation.

He did not…

“Mister Norris!”

A well-dressed waiter greeted him with familiarity. They knew each other. With a simple hand gesture, he led you both to your table. The level of formality made you feel like royalty.

Dim lighting, soft music. A candle flickered in the center of the round table, it had the scent of chocolate, if your nostrils weren’t failing you. The ambiance was undeniably beautiful.

He really outdid himself.

You sat down, eyes narrowing at him. "You did not rent out this whole place just for us."

"Yeah, I did."

Lando chuckled, his smile boyish—like a kid caught red-handed. You playfully shoved his shoulder, you hated surprises and gifts in any format.

Your face burned red, so you instinctively hid behind the menu. Of course, he noticed. He found it adorable.

His foot lightly tapped yours under the table, trying to get your attention. "Are we playing hide and seek now?"

You sighed, setting the menu down just so he could see you roll your eyes. "What are you ordering?" you asked in a hushed tone, like it was some kind of secret, despite the fact that no one else was around.

Your elbows rested on the table as you leaned slightly toward him. He did the same. The tiny candle was the only thing between you.

There was no need for flirtation or innuendos—the tension was already there.

For you two, banter was enough.

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"So, fashion designer, huh?" He asked, cutting his food, trying to throw the conversation toward you.

"So, Formula One driver, huh?" You mocked him, mimicking his tone—because, seriously, that was the most basic question ever. Your background was more than obvious; it was explicitly written on Raya. But you got it—he was just as nervous as you were.

One thing Lando was sure of: you weren’t like his other dates. My god, you were hard to get. An hour in, and there had been no physical contact at all—just chatter, chatter. Not that he was complaining. You were an interesting and undecipherable human being.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

You loved making people uncomfortable with your questions, especially when you already knew the answer—you just wanted to see their reaction. Lando practically choked on his food at your out-of-the-blue assumption.

"W-what?"

It was hilarious how fast he grabbed his water, like he couldn’t believe how unfiltered you were. You repeated the question, and he had no choice but to answer.

"I don’t know… two or three?"

At least he was honest. Or tried to be.

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Dinner happened, to your surprise, quickly—because time moved fast when you were really enjoying yourself, losing track of it completely. Luckily, the Formula One driver caught up with your jokes, knowing exactly how to turn them back on you. Like an Uno reverse card. For you, there was nothing more intimate than teasing each other mutually and just the right amount. Some people couldn’t take a joke, and that was such a turn-off. But Lando simply got you.

Now, you were exiting the glamorous restaurant, shoulders covered by his huge coat. Your laughter was loud, and in just two hours, you had already built inside jokes between the two of you.

"Looking forward to seeing your replacement next Sunday if you catch a cold."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing your pretty face again."

He ended all the joking with a cheeky, flirtatious remark—he knew exactly how to make a girl’s legs weak using nothing but his natural charisma.

"You never shut up, do you?"

And then you did the unthinkable.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in, your lips merging into one. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, finally releasing all the tension and need that had been weighing on you.

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The car you once eyed as luxurious was now the place where you were making out frenetically. The kissing was obscene, neither of you knew where all that passion came from, but it was addictive.

His firm hands gripped the fabric of your branded clothing, holding your hips in place, not wanting you to make any movement against his lap. It’d be the death of him—he was already suffering a nightmare between his legs.

Your fingers instantly got lost in his curls, tangling and pulling them mid-kiss. Lando’s mouth was practically fighting against yours, turning it into the sloppiest mess. Heaven had never felt this chaotic. You took your time exploring every corner of his mouth with your tongue, while his hands traveled deliberately across your body, wishing there was no fabric separating you two. His fingertips traced you as if you were as fragile as a sculpture, slow and delicate. You melted under his touch, squirming on top of him at the barest touch. It was inoffensive, yet he knew exactly how to caress all the right places.

A shiver ran down your spine as your body suddenly felt colder than seconds ago—a thin breeze brushed against your right thigh. He was sliding up your outfit, eager to go further.

"Easy, driver." A whisper escaped your lips, breathy from all the intense air-exchanging. Your lips brushed against each other, expectant but unmoving. "I know you like adrenaline and fast things, but not tonight."

Fucking on the first date wasn’t your thing, you had at least some dignity. This wasn’t just a hook-up; a few butterflies were already flying around in your stomach, and you despised it.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you, locking gazes. His puppy-blue eyes were now dark with lust. His swollen, glossy lips formed a slight pout. If you kept staring at him—at his pathetic, needy, almost convincing face—you’d be stripping down quicker than lightning.

Trying to put an end to his little show, you placed a hand over his face and shoved him away, cutting off all dangerous eye contact.

"Not tonight gives me a free pass for a second date, according to my understanding." He contradicted you, attempting to sound smart with a cocky grin spread across his face.

"You really are something else, Lando Norris." You did your thing to keep him quiet, preventing any cringey pick-up line from escaping his lips, and restarted the make-out session.

He was relieved that you’d shut him up quickly, because the longer it went on, the more he felt like verbalizing the flying feelings in his stomach.

[cursedslimecicle]

Day 36.5: HAPpY NEWR YEAS

[shitapril]

one year anniversary of my fav radio message <3

[maybankprincess]

Heyyy this is a request for kinktober could you please do one of Carlos Sainz x reader

With a praise and lactation kink?

day 10: praise kink + lactation kink

pairing...carlos sainz x reader 

warnings…postpartum, lactation, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it kids!!), not proofread 

word count....1.3k

it’s been nearly 3 months since you’ve had your babygirl. nights were spent waking up every 3 hours to feed your babygirl. the joy you felt when you were able to breastfeed your babygirl, happy you were able to do it without much trouble. 

you felt a deep sense of contentment not only from bonding with your daughter but also from watching carlos embrace fatherhood so naturally. the way he would get up without hesitation to change diapers in the middle of the night or gently rock her back to sleep filled you with pride and happiness. you could see the love in his eyes every time he held her close, whispering soft words to soothe her tiny cries.

he'd always wanted to be a dad, and now here he was, holding his little girl with the kind of care that made your heart swell. whether it was playfully making silly faces to coax a smile from her or simply lying beside her on the floor during tummy time, carlos was already her first hero. 

there was something so primal and undeniably attractive about watching him step into fatherhood with such devotion. you found yourself growing impatient for his touch in a more intimate manner. 

you were laying down on your shared bed as carlos was shirtless while rocking your baby trying to get her to sleep. you watched in awe as carlos looked down at your baby with love filled eyes, singing her a lullaby to get her to sleep. once she was asleep, he went to her room and left her in her crib to sleep before coming back to the bedroom. 

he laid down next to you and placed the baby monitor on the nightstand. “hopefully we’ll get a few hours of sleep in before she gets up for a change and a feed” carlos says and sighs as he looks over to you as you nod at his words. 

you looked down at his shirtless frame and couldn’t help but start to feel turned on by the sight of him. you had been wanting to pin down your husband for a while now but the added responsibility of becoming parents always got in the way. and now that you’ve got an opportunity to feel your husband in you for the first time in months, you’re gonna take it. 

you moved closer to your husband and let your hand gently caress his exposed chest. carlos notices his intimate touch and turns his head to look at you. “baby” he mumbles as he watches you glide your nails down his abdomen. 

you press your lips against his as you tangle your legs with his. “i want you” you mumble against his lips as you start grinding against his growing member. 

carlos groans at your movements as he grabs your hips and guides your grinding speed. your hips come in contact with soft thuds as the sound of rustling sheets fill the room. 

he moves so that he’s holding himself over you and you lay down on your back. you hold your legs apart as he places himself between them. he leans down to kiss you. you feel your panties getting soaked as carlos grinds into you. you pull away from the kiss as you feel a tingly sensation coming from your nipples. 

you look down at your shirt and realized that your shirt had dark circles from milk leaking out of your nipples. carlos notices the shift in emotion and follows your gaze down to your shirt. he chuckles as he touches the wet spots. 

“looks like someone’s turned on” he teases as he helps you take off the oversized shirt you were wearing. 

“i can’t go anywhere without these leaking” you mention and pout as you see your chest glistening from the liquid. 

“well let’s go something about them” he says as he leans down and connects his mouth with your nipple before starting to suck on it. 

you feel the warmth spread towards the center of your boob before feeling a sense of relief once the milk starts coming out of your nipple. carlos moans as the warm liquid enters his mouth, he sucks harder as he squeezes the boob he wasn’t using causing some milk to trickle down your chest. 

“you’re making a mess, baby” you moan out as you tangle your fingers in his hair and gently pull on the roots. he groans as you pull his hair and pulls away to look up at you with swollen cherry red lips. you smirk as you look down at him before connecting your lips to his. he groans in the kiss as he moves to take off your comfy pants and panties. 

you help him take off his clothes leaving him only in his underwear. he pulls down his underwear strap releasing his hard cock as it springs up to his lower abdomen. he groans as he jerks off his cock, pulling the skin down revealing his red tip. 

carlos helps you part your legs as he begins to rub his fingers between your holds, gathering your arousal on his fingers before plunging them in your pussy. you sigh in pleasure as he moves his fingers in and out of you. 

your body jerk as you feel pleasure rush up your body, you moans as your breathing and heartbeat increases. 

“shh you’re doing so good for me” carlos whispers as he presses wet kisses to your neck “let me make you feel good” he adds 

his words make you relax as you hold onto his biceps. craving more, you begin rocking your hips up into his fingers. 

“i want you” you moan out as your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers 

“alright baby” he whispers as he takes his fingers out of you before quickly replacing them with his hardened cock. 

carlos slowly pushes his member in you, giving you time to adjust to his size again after months of not having sex. 

“you doing okay, baby?” he asks as he groans as your walls barely give him space to fit. 

you nod and reply “yes, you can move” you add before feeling him start to thrust in and out of your hole as your mouth parts open and you let out breathy moans. 

carlos increases his pace and soon the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping. when he starts hitting your g-spot, you start moaning loudly, loving the way it made you feel. 

“oh, i love when you get vocal for me, cariño” he lets out between his own groans.

you feel yourself come undone under him, “i’m so close” you moan out as your hands wrap around his back, holding onto him for dear life. your nails scratching his back as he pounded into your swollen pussy. 

“give it to me, baby” he groans out as he fucks you harder and rubs your clit. the friction being what made you fall off the edge, feeling your walls pulsate around his dick. 

carlos groans loudly as he also comes undone, his dick twitching inside you, coating your walls with his load. he collapses on you as he catches his breath. you hold onto him as you do the same feeling satisfied with your bedroom activities. 

“you did so good for me, cariño” he whispers as he presses kisses to your neck and jaw. you nod and hum as you gently rub his back 

“thanks for making me feel good” you whisper back as he sits up looking down at you covered in sweat, breastmilk and with a fucked out expression on your face. 

he chuckles as he gently picks you up to bring you to the bathroom to draw a bath for you. 

“let’s get you cleaned up, baby” he says as he lifts you to the bathroom. 

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[justjudethoughts]

Everyone's always like "mythology disproves Christianity." No!!!! Mythology proves that our God is a God of stories, of details, of intentionality. Everyone is so hung up on "every culture has a story of the dying and rising god/a virgin birth, etc. etc" but that's just it. Every culture has it, because somewhere, somewhen, it was true. Mythology is simply a reminder that God fashioned for us a language that we are all born knowing— a religious language, a language of the sacred. It's the reason so many cultures view bread as something sacred and use incense in their worship. Christ did not become man to unteach us "pagan" vocabulary. The vocabulary was never pagan to begin with! It was, and is, human. Christ became man, took on flesh, and spoke the language we were all born knowing: the language of mythos and sacred rituals, of prayers and of liturgy.

Do you think Jesus did not intimately know the world He entered? Do you think He didn't know the stories of Dionysus? Or the surprisingly Christocentric imagery associated with Apollo? Do you think He did not watch Virgil pen his fourth ecologue, in which he prophesies the coming of a baby, a redeemer? Do you think the all-knowing, all-powerful God who crafted Virgil's soul with his own hands didn't know that?

Mythology reminds us that God wrote the story. That He etched into the very marrow of our bones the language we need to know Him. When He came, He came in a way that was unexpected. But it was the way we would best recognize Him.

[fedorah-the-explorah]

[smurny]

Traditional fantasy/romance: a 6000 yr old magic shadow daddy is obsessed with 17 yr old girl

Dark Rise: ok hear me out, there’s TWO 6000 yr old magic shadow daddies and they r obsessed with EACH OTHER

[kaprisvn]

Doodle of this first OC you'll meet in Chasing Stars! Miriam :3

(Please click for better quality wow)

And no, she is not just the punchbag of a character that's there to be robophobic and/or bigoted. Despite her rather... rocky relationship with the Daycare Attendant, Miriam is a woman with her own story and motivations. Perhaps the two could get along better someday :)

Some bitchy Sun as a treat :3

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Siata 208 CS Coupé, 1953, by Vignale. Designed by Giovanni Michelotti, a one-off powered by Fiat's 8V that was displayed at the Paris Motor show and 1954 Geneva Motor Show. It was sold at auction earlier this year for $1,407,500

[skipppppy]

I’m just throwing things at the wall to get rid of the hyperfixation at this point

[hakui]

[verstappen100]

❤️❤️

[lazysoulwriter]

every loss is a win. - chris sturniolo. ✩

*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:i dont have any idea how this game works but whatever *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

Chris was sitting on the couch in his living room, controller in hand, a playful smirk on his face. His girlfriend, who had just stepped into the room, was looking at him with a raised brow.

“You seriously want me to play Fortnite with you?” she asked, crossing her arms, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Chris grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement. “I do. You’ll love it, I promise. And if you mess up—” He paused, winking. “I’ll kiss you every time.”

Her lips curled up in a teasing smile, clearly intrigued. “Kiss me every time I die, huh?”

“Exactly,” Chris said, leaning back on the couch, clearly confident in his ability to teach her. “It’ll be fun, trust me.”

She sat next to him, reluctantly grabbing the other controller. Chris set up the game, his fingers moving quickly as he navigated the screen. “Alright, babe, here’s the deal,” he said, eyes still focused on the screen. “Just follow my lead, and you’ll get the hang of it.”

She nodded, though she wasn’t exactly confident. She had zero experience with Fortnite and had no idea what she was doing. But... the idea of Chris kissing her every time she died sounded like a win in her book.

The game started, and her character appeared on the screen. Chris quickly explained the basic controls: how to move, aim, and shoot. She pretended to listen, but her eyes kept drifting to him. The way he gripped the controller, the intensity in his eyes—it made her feel… something.

The game was off to a rough start. She died almost instantly, and before she could even react, Chris was leaning in to kiss her, his lips warm and soft against hers. She closed her eyes, savoring the kiss, but something inside her stirred. A wicked thought entered her mind.

What if… what if she purposely lost, just to get more kisses? The idea made her smile.

She died again—almost immediately, actually—and Chris was quick to lean in and press another kiss to her lips, this time lingering just a little longer.

She bit her lip, suppressing a giggle. “I think I’m getting the hang of this game,” she said innocently, but her plan was already in motion.

A few more rounds, a few more deaths, and Chris kissed her each time. He had no idea. But she did. The game wasn’t really about winning anymore.

“Damn, babe”

“I know,” she said, feigning innocence. But in reality, she was just waiting for the next kiss. And when it came—this time, a little deeper, a little hotter—she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Before Chris could even react, she pulled him closer, her lips crashing into his with a newfound urgency. He gasped, momentarily taken aback. “Woah, what’s going on?"

She didn’t answer, instead pushing him back onto the couch, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him desperately, passionately. The game was long forgotten at this point. Her body was closer to his, her hands moving down his chest.

“Do you—do you want to stop playing?” Chris asked, breathless, clearly taken by surprise at the shift in energy.

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

Without another word, she leaned down, kissing him even deeper. The world around them melted away, and for the next few moments, there was no game, no controller—just the two of them, consumed by each other.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

[diemsomnians]

WITH LOVE, FROM NEW ARTES

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