#futuremrsb-r-main

[dwaekkiiracha]

Hiiiiiiiiii. I love you 💕

Hiiiiiiiii I love you tooooo 💕

[jasntodds]

Can I just yell in gibberish? Is that a thing? Can I express all of my anguish and heartbreak through the art of gibberish? WHAT DOES HE MEAN? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS DNA?? I don't know what to think, but I definitely know how I feel. I don't know how I feel about Peter though. I have conflicting emotions. He's my baby, but until now he's be kind of a dick to her and HANSKANAOANAPAMAPSMSSNSSOSMS

Gibberish is definitely a welcomed language to express your feelings in lmao HE DEFINITELY can no longer heal 😉 and MAYBE you’ll find out in chapter 7 lmao  Yeah, Peter’s been a pretty big dick so it’s fully okay to want to punch him but also feel bad for him lmao 

Hamartia Chapter 6

[iwillbeinmynest]

I should've expected that when I saw the Steve Gif. First of all, how dare you? Second of all, hOW DaRe YOu?? It was beautifully written, flowed so well that even while reading it, I still didn't expect to be crying in my bed at six-thirty in the M O R N I N G. Only a few people can do that, so I bow to you. By the way, continuing to see someone after they've been d u s t e d is a completely rational way to handle grief and I love the way you handled that

Ohmygoodness stop. I'm so glad you cried- er, I mean, liked it 😈

But seriously. Thanks. I actually feel really nervous when my husband isnt home at night and that's what inspired this one. I figured, if I felt this paranoid when he was just a few hours late, how would I be if he was gone for good? (Pretty sure I'd be just like the reader..)

Anyways, thanks again for your feedback!!

[moonbeambucky]

Please please p l e a s e tag me in this! I love how much detail there is, how Bucky is already whipped after knowing her for only a short amount of time. This series has my heart and it's only just begun!!!

Thank you! Yes I will definitely add you to the tag list! 🍎

I’m Wishing (Part 2)

[ciarawritesmarvel]

Did I ask for a tag in Pillows and Pocket Knives? I have no idea... CAN YOU PLEASE TAG ME, DOLL?

I don’t think you did bUT OF COURSE I CAN TAG YOU MY LOVE!

[dwaekkiiracha]

∞

“Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?”

Gasoline by Halsey

[jasntodds]

What? NO! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! ABSOWNWWO GOD DAMMIT PETER

Hamartia Chapter 5

[wtfevenismypage]

Big Tiddie Committee

Request: Hey, I'm glad your requests are open! I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to do a Spencer Reid X Reader, where the reader is insecure that her breasts are too big. It can be smutty or not, doesn't matter. And of course, you don't have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. Lots of love bubba!!😚

Warnings: Back pain. So much fucking back pain. Oh and cursing and talks of insecurities. And an established relationship. A tiny bit smutty? Mostly just comforting tiddie massages and sucking and squeezes? Definitely some breast sucking.

A/N: YO AS SOMEONE WITH BIG TIDS THE AMOUNT OF BACK PAIN THERE IS WITH THEM- FUCKING HURTS BRO ALSO I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You couldn’t not rest your breasts on the desk in front of you. It was like a default of sorts, a way to ease the weight and pain that spread across your everywhere. 

“One day I swear I’m getting a breast reduction.”

You say to yourself quietly as you try to hide the fact that your boobs are just smack on the table. A red heat was already travelling onto your cheeks as you tried to readjust them. 

This wasn’t how you wanted today to go. This was the last bra you had that hadn’t split at the seems on you, and it was hanging on by a thread, barely. It was gonna burst at some point and you were trying to contain it, keeping it together by squishing the clasp in the front together.

Emily plopped down in front of you, immediately recognizing the discomfort on your face.

“You need a new bra. I’m telling you, heavy duty sports bras ease the back pain.”

And the blush finally appears, bright red and furious as she gives you advice on your breasts.

“Y-yeah I um... I’ll need fifteen alone... I uh... Um...”

She noticed your discomfort, opting to leave you alone and let you be as she pulled out case files.

You did the same, readjusting your arms to push your breast together as you slouched over, letting gravity do its job.

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Hours later you stand up straight, still slouched from not wanting the pain to spread from your already tender breasts to your back.

But you couldn’t resist, you spread your arms and arched your back, hearing it pop once, twice, seven times. Returning to your original position however, you could feel that all to familiar ache creep into your lower and upper sides. 

Luckily, your savior walks in right on time. Your boyfriend of four years walked into the doors of the BAU with two coffees in his hands and a growing smile on his face as he approaches you.

“Hey bubba.”

God that nickname made you feel things. 

“Hi Spence.”

He hands you a coffee before wrapping you in a hug. A wince slipped out of your mouth as he unknowingly forced you to straighten your back. 

“Does your back hurt again?”

“You say that like it ever stops hurting Spencer.”

He laughs, letting you go and rubbing your shoulder briefly before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“Tell you what, when we get home I’ll give you a nice massage? Help ease some tension and stress? Would you like that?”

Oh great, because you obviously needed to blush even more.

You buried your head into his chest, nodding your head in embarrassment as he only chuckles. 

“Alright then, it’s a date. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Hiding in the bathrooms trying to suppress your tears was possibly the most exhausting part of your day. 

Just moments ago, you were cheering about finally closing a long case with Garcia and Reid, hopping up and down when the rest of the team joined, right as your bra popped. 

Luckily, your button up shirt didn’t pop as well, but the embarrassment alone sent you into a panic attack as Garcia covered for you and got you to the bathrooms.

“It’s alright hun, breathe, I’ll go to the store and get you a new bra, but it’s okay, the rest of the team understands.”

Emily says as soon as she walks in, holding onto your arms as you cry into JJ’s shoulder. Garcia is probably outside, explaining to the others what had happened. 

“Do you want us to get Spencer?”

You nod eagerly, ready for him to comfort you. The girls leave, and only seconds later Spencer arrives, clearly slightly uncomfortable with being in the women’s restroom, but more worried about you.

His arms wrap around you at break neck speed as you sob harder.

It’s times like these when you really hate your chest. It was too big, they were too big. It hurt daily. You hurt daily. And the stares you got from people. God, the stares. Everyone doubted you for your ability to do anything in the FBI. 

Everyone’s minds immediately went to sex work.

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About an hour later you were sent back to your apartment, Spencer came with, refusing to leave you alone when you got into a really bad funk like this.

“You still want that massage?”

He asks, sighing when you shake your head.

“You sure? It would probably feel really nice, plus, when’s the last time you relieved some stress huh?”

It was clear to you that he wasn’t taking no for an answer right now, so with a groan, you sat down on your couch, unbuttoning your white shirt as he kneels on the couch, helping you peel off your shirt and broken bra.

“God you’re so gorgeous.”

He whispers before leaning down and burying his face in between your breasts, turning his head to the side and sucking gently on the skin, letting his hands massage your right breast.

It felt so good, and so relieving as he gently plays with your tender boobs, he always knew how to make you feel better, and was somehow perfect at it. 

His lips eventually wrapped around your nipple, and a quiet moan slipped out of your mouth as he smirked. 

“Let me show you how beautiful your breasts are.” 

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@pinkdiamond1016 @spencer-reid-snow-white @sheepfather @eusuntgroot @libradolan @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @zhangyixingxing1 @secretpickleprofessordean @aquarius-pisces-rose @hopebaker @law-nerd105 @roses-and-grasses @damonwhitlock @futuremrsb-r-main @xspideyboyx @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @raiford-cash @dearestreid @ohbabycal @purpleraindrops

[ciarawritesmarvel]

Hellooooo!! Can you tag me in The Forfeit pleaseee? I'm so excited to read it!

I would love to Sara, I’m so glad you’re excitedddd <3

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @futuremrsb-r-main

'Okay but somebody PLEASE tell me they've noticed some of the names on the popularity list in Queen B. I saw quite a few Marvel-esque names there.'

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[sunsetpatterson]

futuremrsb-r-main 》 sunsetpatterson

[dwaekkiiracha]

Hello. It's been a while, so I wanted to remind you that I love you 😆

AHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SARA!!

Ps you need to send me a picture of your hair man

[jasntodds]

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HURT ME IN THE FEELS LIKE THAT?? HM?? WHO??? I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW BECAUSE MY HEART HAS NEVER HURT MORE THAN IT DOES RIGHT NOW MY POOR BABH HARRISON AN DKSNSSBAJENELDNSOSN

He went from :) to :’( in like .5 seconds OOPS

Dare You To Move Chapter 9

[wtfevenismypage]

I’ll Always Love You

 Request: Could I request a Spencer Reid x nonbinary!reader where the reader works at the BAU and one day they come in and they seem off and not really focusing and everyone notices so Spencer tries talking to them about it and the reader tells him about how their family wasn’t respecting their pronouns?

Warnings: incorrect pronoun usage, cursing, established spencer x reader

A/N: YO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY AND ALL MISTAKES I’M TYPING WITH ONE HAND I FUCKED MY LEFT HAND UP

The moment you walked into the office, Spencer could tell something was off. You were walking much hastier than normal, and you didn’t greet anyone like you normally do.

“Are they okay? They seem upset...”

Emily asks, leaning toward Spencer’s desk. He nods in agreement, watching as you plop down at your desk. the picture of you and your parents sitting together got flipped over immediately.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s oh no?”

“They went home for a few days remember? I think... I think they may have come out to their parents. And from the looks of it, it didn’t go very well.”

You stared at the flipped frame for a couple extra seconds before picking it up and tossing it into your trashcan hidden under your desk and pulling up files on your computer to get started on work.

You tried your best to act normal, but every time you tried to be social, it fell flat. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way your parents kept using the wrong pronouns. How they blatantly ignored you when you told them, laughing it off as if you told a joke.

You finally finish your first file after about 45 minutes, sighing in relief. You could feel Hotch’s gaze on the back of your head, it was seething, burning a hole through your skin. Of course he noticed how slow you were today, how could he not?

“Y/L/N? My office please?”

You sigh, hanging your head as you stand. With a final glance into the trashcan in which you dumped your memories, you walk off, heading into Hotch’s office and sitting across from his desk as he closed the blinds. 

“I’m sorry sir. I just... I haven’t been able to focus lately and I -”

“Y/L/N, I understand. If you want to go home for the day you can, but at least talk to someone first okay?”

“No sir, I can still work I’m just slow. I promise I can I just... I need this today sir. Please.”

He sighs, pinching his nose before nodding waving his hand off.

“Fine. But if I find that this interferes with your work, I’m sending you home. Got it?”

You nod, standing up and returning to your desk where Garcia sits, holding the broken frame in her hands. You plopped in your seat again, tears bordering your eyes as she met them, hand wrapping yours up in hers.

“Babe... What happened?”

“Just a small argument with my parents, I’m just upset is all. I promise.”

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Halfway through the day, you still can’t take your mind off of the week you just spent with your parents. 

It was horrible. They used your deadname, refused to use your pronouns, everything went wrong.

Spencer knew this too, he could tell. He knew you were lost in thought, so he decided to try to cheer you up. He swiveled his way to your desk in his chair, watching as you slowly tapped your keys.

“Hey bubba. Do you want a hug?”

You snap out of your dazed state, looking to your right where he sat, smiling.

“Come here bubs.”

You leaned into his hold, letting him hug you right there in the office. His arms warm around your torso. All your worries slowly washed away in his arms.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

You nod, pulling away and rubbing your face briefly before looking at him.

“I told my parents my new name and my pronouns and they... They laughed. They laughed and said  I was funny and ignored me and it was horrible... It was awful Spence...”

He rubbed your waist, whispering reassurances as you just stared off in the distance. You already cried, it felt like there was nothing left. 

“I know you love them bubba, and they may never understand. You don’t have to try and fix it right away. Remember how it was with me?”

You nodded before he continued again.

“I didn’t understand it at first because I’ve only ever known the facts, and whilst I knew that there are people like you who identify as non-binary, I still didn’t understand why. But, you helped me understand and eventually I got the hang of it. I’m not sure if they’ll ever understand, but you’ll always have us okay? You’ll always have me.”

He’s right, you’ll always have him. He’ll always be right by your side, helping you with files and cases, helping you when you get down, helping you with anything. He’ll always be there. 

“I’ll always love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I’ll always love you too Spencer Reid.”

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

@pinkdiamond1016 @spencer-reids-snow-white @sheepfather @eusuntgroot @libradolan @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @zhangyixingxing1 @secretpickleprofessordean @aquarius-pisces-rose @hopebaker @law-nerd105 @roses-and-grasses @damonwhitlock @futuremrsb-r-main @xspideyboyx @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @raiford-cash @dearestreid @ohbabycal @purpleraindrops  

[hollandroos]

until I see you again | T.H

Summary: You don’t know when you’ll get to see him again so you make the most of the time you have.

Warnings: Uhhh this is an angel!tom x angel!reader au so please only read it if you’re okay with that au! hate is not appreciated and will only be deleted.

Words: 1047

MY IMAGINES | MY SERIES ✧

Wings tickle the side of your face and you open your eyes to see little, white feathers. Your favourite. 

They’re nothing short of soft, the most heavenly things you swore you’d ever lay your hands on as you reach up and stroke through the familiar things. Starting from the roots and running nimble fingers to the tips, making the boy beside you stir in his sleep. His lips part slightly and he lets out a barely audible moan, burying his face and tousled brown curls in your neck.

“It’s morning, my darling.” You whisper, lips meeting the top of his head. He doesn’t budge, accepting the warmth you hand out so willingly to him. “You have to get back, can’t have you getting in trouble again.” You tell him, hoping that the thought of being scolded by his superiors for wandering around Earth again would get the angel up.

It wasn’t that you wanted him to leave the comfort that was your New York apartment. It was that you didn’t want him to get in trouble. It was you having something angels weren’t supposed to, empathy, selflessness.

“Don’t wanna go, you’re too comfortable.” He groans, head resting in your chest.

You giggle, black wings of your own fluttering at his words. You always basked in the fact that his voice was raspier in the morning, deeper too and he was always more romantic this early in the morning. Though you did love how high his voice could get when he begged.

“You have to go soon, my love. People will start to get suspicious about you and me.” You wet your bottom lips, curling your legs around the ends of the plush white sheet. The only thing that covered your nude body. “Goodness only knows what'll happen to an angel that dares sleep with a demon.”

You practically sput the last word, only slightly ashamed of your own title – which wasn’t like you at all. 

He pushes himself up until he’s resting on his arms, groaning softly. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that. You know how it makes me feel.”

Guilt washes over you as you remember just how much he hated hearing about the possible repercussions. The two of you had both agreed that it’d remain something unspoken, though it was always there taunting the both of you. With that in mind, you reach over to play with strands of his hair, loving the softness beneath your fingers and you feel him relax almost instantly. Much like his wings, they were fluffy, smooth beneath you.

“I do, but you were out cold and I don’t want you to get in trouble again. I remember how distraught you got the last time it happened.” You tell him, wincing as you remember the night he begged you to meet him on Earth once more after a week of not hearing from the young angel – who was actually around the same age as you. He had hiccuped as he spoke over the phone, salty tears meeting wet lips.

Tom shakes his head, trying to rid the awful memory. Being told off made him feel like a child. “I wasn’t that bad. I can handle being told off.” He lies right through his teeth, knowing that if anyone could see through him it’d be you. His love.

“Darling, you came to me in tears. Your wings were drooping and everything.” You giggle, eyes flashing black and your angel buries his head back in your shoulder. “I spent hours comforting you but I have no regrets. Seeing you smile after hours of sobbing bought me more relief then I knew possible.”

Tom spends a moment thanking whatever force bought the two of you together before he sits up, the sheet slips exposing your bare chest and his, pooling around his waist almost perfectly. Outside, birds chirp and the sun streams in through sheer curtains. It’s a sight you wouldn’t see in either heaven or hell and Tom allows himself to feel the sun on white skin. Warmth melts away his fears, leaving him feeling new again and embraced in both the heat that radiates off of the sun and your fingertips that draw circles on a covered thigh.

While Tom savoured the warmth, he knew that you favoured the cold. 

When it snowed he could find you outside, collecting handfuls of the stuff in bare hands with a grin wider then he swears he’d seen and would ever see. Your eyes would glimmer but not a jet black, no. Any colour but. They’d be wide and bright and beads of snow would sit in sprawled strands of hair. Even rain. You’d stand in the rain in nothing but a tank top and shirts and feel the icy beads shimmy between pure black feathers.

“You’re the softest demon I know.” Tom murmurs, heat rising to his cheeks. He’s practically mesmerised.

“Only for one angel, got it?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head. Two sharp teeth taunt him. “Now as much as I’d love to spend more time with you, you have around twenty minutes to get you and your wings back to Heaven before people come looking for you.”

“I don’t want to go.” He tells you, angelic white wings falling slightly as well as the grin that had previously taken place on his features. “Let’s run away together, you and me.”

The thought sounded blissful. The most self-indulgent idea he’d spoken up since he had asked you to meet up with him this weekend. But apologetically, you sit up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It lasts no more then five seconds but the two of you appreciate every second, wanting nothing more then to stay there forever.

“I love that idea, my love, but not today.” You smile, giving him a wishful look. It spoke more then a thousand words, telling Tom everything he needed to know. “I’ll be counting down the hours until I get to feel your lips on mine again, angel.”

The once romantic, relaxed atmosphere is now anything but. It’s filled with sorrow for you’re unsure if the next time you see him will be two days or two months. Whatever one it was, you’d wait for him.

With one more hand squeeze, he stands up, tugging a white shirt over his head. “I’ll be counting down the seconds until I get to see you again.”

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[anxiousstark]

緣分 ⎪Yuanfen {3}

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader.

Summary: A relationship by fate or destiny; the blinding force of two people. But it is more difficult than that.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1462.

A/N: None.

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

IMPORTANT: Tony Stark is 45 years old in this story and the reader is 28.

"That was Thor's favourite mug!" Clint hollered when Y/N had completely destroyed it.

Natasha had decided, something that was obvious, that they had to help her handle her powers, but apparently, it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought.

"It's okay." Thor responded quickly before Y/N could apologize. "It was my favourite cup, but it’s okay. You're learning to control your powers. I can buy another one anyway!" He beamed when he saw that the girl was a little embarrassed. And who wouldn’t be?

She had tried to grab a million things, and all of them had burned and disappeared. Now, in the living room and kitchen, there was a burning smell. Everyone could see that Y/N wanted to stop "practising" and that she preferred to sit on the floor without disturbing anyone and without having to pick up or touch anything.

"Could you get me the coffee pot in that little closet?" Steve pointed to one of the cabinets where they kept coffee and some other spices. "Try it." He offered a small smile.

“Try it, you can do it. Remember that minutes ago you were able to dress and nothing happened to the clothes."

She took a breath through her nose, trying to convince herself that she could do it. She imagined in her head how she would open the cabinet without any problem and how she would take out the coffee and then give it to Steve.

Her hand slowly gripped the handle of the cabinet.

"Can’t you ask her to take out something else?" Hawkeye's voice rang in the background, deconcentrating and ending the calm air that she was feeling. "I can’t live without coffee."

The door began to produce bubbles quickly and broke loose from the closet, falling to the floor. Y/N could feel her heart pounding and a lump in her throat. She looked at the others, who were looking back at her. She thought they were all angry when in fact they were worried about what she might be feeling. Nobody liked to fail.

Tony appeared, walking into the kitchen, finally leaving his lab for a while. He looked around and quickly knew what was happening. "Oh my goodness." He said when he examined the cabinet.

Y/N closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Tony didn’t seem to be a bad person, but anyone would lose patience with her and her powers, or so she thought.

"Oh my goodness!" Tony repeated it again. "Thank goodness that someone has broken the cabinet! I already have the excuse I needed to be able to remodel the kitchen." He smiled when the young woman looked perplexed at him. "Thank you."

"I'm sure if it had been the other guy, he would have screamed at me." Bruce whispered beneath his breath.

"Probably." Clint murmured back. He scowled as he looked at the girl, but then noticed another gaze on him and decided to look for where it came from. Natasha. She looked at him furiously, and he knew immediately that she wasn’t pleased with the attitude he was having. Clint wasn’t going to accept her so easily.

"There is a room ready for you to spend the night." Tony addressed his words towards Y/N. "I hope it's up to your liking even though it’s not much. Tomorrow you could go with Natasha to buy clothes." He saw the girl open and close her mouth without stating anything. "Yes, that means you can stay in. As long as you help us and tell us anything you can remember about yourself, you can stay with us."

"Thankfully, the entire building has surveillance camer-" Clint couldn’t finish his sentence when a great force was against his stomach and then against his back. A great pain ran through his body. Thor had thrown his hammer at him, and Clint had ended up against a wall due to the force. Thor’s hammer against his abdomen, keeping him in place.

Everyone stared at Thor, in shock. "I was tired of his remarks." He muttered, glancing sideways at the new girl. In the past, Thor had had to endure derogatory comments, and he knew that despite ignoring them, those comments could do a lot of damage.

"Good thing, I was going to hit him." Natasha reacted, relieved.

"The other guy almost appears because of his comments."

"I don’t believe in violence to solve problems until it is necessary." Steve paused, looking at his friend who was trying to take the hammer off. Then, he looked at Y/N. "And this was necessary." "I think we all need to go to bed already." The captain added.

A great pain flooded her head. She tried to think about where she had come from and why there was a constant pain in her heart. She felt that she was trying to escape from someone, but from whom? Who was she trying to escape from and why didn't she remember anything?

She tried to stop thinking, but every time she tried to ignore those thoughts, they flooded back in a more aggressive way.

Lying on "her bed" looking towards the ceiling of the room, there were small stickers in the form of stars that illuminated part of the room. She couldn't help but smile.

She leaned on her right side and closed her eyes, letting the soothing smell of the sheets help her sleep and calm her heartbeat. And when it seemed that her body was falling into a dream abyss, a few small knocks at the door sounded.

She got up from the bed trying not to touch anything with her hands and slowly approached the door. She was afraid to open it, thinking that those people who were looking for her could be behind the door with the mission of capturing her or doing something horrible. But at the thought that it could be Tony, she managed to turn the doorknob without damaging it.

When she opened the door, the smile disappeared from her face. There was no one there.

She was going to close the door when she realized there was a package wrapped in a green paper on the floor. She crouched down, sat on the floor and looked at the package curiously before opening it or touching it. She noticed that there was a white note on top of the package.

'I think they will be of help, I designed them myself. Tony S :) '.

The smile returned to her face and she quickly opened the package and the smile disappeared again from her mouth when she saw what Tony had designed for her.

Gloves.

They were red gloves with some details in light blue. Y/N realized that when she was in the kitchen with the other Avengers, Tony had not been with them. He had been in his laboratory creating gloves that would allow her to touch things without burning them until she learned to control her powers.

She noticed how her eyes filled with tears and she felt guilty for some reason, but at the same time, she was happy that someone cared about her. Without taking another second, she put on her gloves and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Tony was hiding at the end of the corridor, trying to see Y/N's reaction after having created those gloves for her. For a moment he couldn't see her reaction because her hair covered her face, but then he could see a big smile and couldn't help but smile back. Then, he felt a small pain in his chest, his reactor seemed full of energy for some reason.

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