effing the ineffable

[queerautism]

Fellow white people did you know there's this cool youtube hack where you go out of your way to watch videos made by Black people. And suddenly your video recommendations will have loads of cool new channels. And then you realise youtube was literally hiding videos made by Black people from you because they assumed you wouldn't be interested

[angelbabymikaa]

i love when my mutuals are mutuals with each other #myecosystem #myenclosure

[lynati]

#mycelium network?

[siriosa]

#mycelium network for sure

[tricktster]

I ever tell you guys about my ethically dubious radio show back in college? The Mad Dad Hour?

[tricktster]

it was an entire radio show built around perpetuating a very simple joke, but it was uniquely powerful in its capacity to prompt the reaction I was looking for.

so my slot was at the tail end of rush hour, and i got a fair number of listeners/callers who were on the way home from the office. And like, I had a lot of callers, who almost all wanted to request songs that really didn’t fit with the aesthetic. I had pitched a power pop show when i got my slot, but the callers were not having it; they invariably wanted classic rock.

this made sense in a way. if you think about the demographics of the people who listened to the radio for music in 2010 instead of their ipods or cds or whatever, you’d expect them to skew older right? accordingly, i quickly realized that almost all of the people who called to request songs were Dads of a Certain Age. It was honestly annoying at first - I’m all for most classic rock, but that wasn’t what the show was supposed to be.

And so one day, when i was feeling particularly annoyed with requests that just didn’t fit thematically, i came up with the joke that rapidly became the only reason I kept the show going. Per station rules, I had to play a certain number of pre-recorded PSAs during my show, and before I cut to one I was supposed to read out the song titles and artists for all the music i had played before the break. So this one day when i had to inform the world before the break that the song they just heard was, per a listener’s request, Hey Jude by the Beatles, I decided to do a goof. I said:

“and finally, that last song you heard was Hey Jude, which was of course written and performed by the Rolling Stones.”

I barely had time to get the ads going before the phone started ringing. See, I had been assuming people would realize i was making an obvious joke by claiming one of the most well-known Beatles tracks was a Stones song, but i had failed to consider that my listeners were mostly 55-70 year old dads who were irritated from a long day in the office.

And when those dads heard me, a millennial woman, get the artist of an extremely well-known beatles song WRONG???!

they HAD to call in to correct my ignorance. never in a polite way either, it was condescending and annoyed or nothing. and like, they were just SO personally insulted by my inaccurate reporting that it took a massive amount of effort for me to avoid cracking up during the call. I had never understood why some people would enjoy trolling random strangers on the internet before, but in that moment, I understood the appeal entirely.

obviously i did it again right before the next commercial break, immediately after playing Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen David Bowie.

the phone immediately began to ring.

“ARE YOU AN IDIOT?” one of the callers began, “DAVID BOWIE???? THAT WAS QUEEN!”

“I thought David Bowie was the lead singer of Queen though?” I replied with as much innocent earnestness as i could conjure.

I could hear an intake of breath as the infuriated boomer on the other end of the line struggled to figure out where to even start.

And thus, the Mad Dad Hour was born.

[tricktster]

@eduards-stuff I kept doing the same joke for an hour a week for an entire year, and the dads NEVER caught on. After episode 1 of the new format I started taking the angry dad calls on air, which added another layer of hilarity to the whole concept.

My friends on campus knew that hay I was doing and enjoyed tuning in, but only one actual listener ever figured out what I was doing, and he was literally a random 30 year old guy from the netherlands with access to an early internet connection radio service. He was possibly my only actual fan. I only know about him because he went to the effort of making a skype and paying for international service so he could call in, and while I got a few calls from him, the first remains my favorite:

me: hi there, you’ve got TST-

him: *strained, wheezing dutch laughter*

me: hey, is everything o-

him: pfffHAHAHAAH YOU MAKE THEM SO MAD. THEY THINK SO LITTLE OF YOUUUUUUUU BUT THE MEN ARE THE ONES WHO ARE FOOLISH! HA! HA! HA! YOU HAVE DUPED THEM!

me: sir i do not know you and i have never even seen you but i am in romantic love with you.

[vintageandroid]

i made a post like this before but I can't find it now. so. I'll just redo it.

What's the first "big news story" you remember from when you were a kid?

It's something I love to ask mixed-aged groups sometimes because I think it's really interesting to see the responses. I've gotten answers from the Olympics of [whatever year] to Watergate to more recent stuff from my niblings.

My first news thing I remember is the OJ Simpson trial. I vaguely remember watching the news with my grandparents before that, but that's the first story I remember, in part because my second grade teacher had us go play so she could watch the verdict 😂

[absolutelynotclassicusernam-blog]

I remember walking down the street and seeing a sign protesting George W. Bush’s war on Iraq, so I think that.

[headspace-hotel]

I don't know about a news story, but my first "political" memory was something about the torture memos

[doorsclosingslowly]

my first political memory is photographs from abu ghraib

[siriosa]

profumo

[copperplatebeech]

Hello again! It's Good Omens Throwback Thursday, something I started posting intermittently a few years back, after realizing how incredibly many good fics were already the stuff of history (and to shamelessly promote some of my own older works). Lately a posse of wonderful writers have picked up the idea, with the twist of reflecting on their own writing process: check out @curiouspupsicle, @quitequaintrelle, @rogue-bard, @ineffabildaddy, @carry-the-sky (and more!). Meanwhile, I've been occupied with the question: how do you respond to critique of elements in your fic that feels thoughtful and, on consideration, legitimate?

I've actually already featured Ethical Considerations, my first AU, posted in 2020. Over the years, it's continued to receive a steady trickle of kudos and comments, and some of those comments addressed issues with two specific beats in the story that I would handle differently now.

-- Was it either realistic or satisfying for this human version of Crowley, all too prone to self-medicate instead of coping with his emotions, to escape any legal consequences whatever for drink driving? I had to admit, a flippant message and not an incentive for the kind of growth the character practically cried out for.

-- Did this Salvation-Army-raised, semi-closeted Aziraphale ever get proper acknowledgement of a traumatic boundary violation -- one to which other characters, Crowley included, reacted by exhorting him to move on when he was clearly dissociating and sexually shutting down? Um, no. Instead, in the wake of Crowley's acting out, he rebooted their sexual connection after a little cursory make-up dialogue, without anyone ever giving much space to his trauma reaction. Romantic, but hardly wholesome. I squirmed a little bit as I thunk it over.

The thing is that AO3 is the kind of platform where you can fix that. No one suggested that the story be rewritten -- only that a couple of the existing elements of the narrative could have been addressed more thoughtfully. I had wanted to get my pair to a happy ending with all dispatch, but in the rearview, their reconciliation scene read like the unearned flip of a switch. And in the wake of Season 3 (or whatever that was), a narrative that shortchanged Aziraphale's courage and trauma, while letting Crowley completely off the hook for wallowing drunkenly in his feels, just landed wrong.

So, first in 2024 and again since s3 aired, I reworked sections of the dialogue in the final chapter, when the major incident of the story is done and dusted and Aziraphale and Crowley are actually obliged to communicate. [I downloaded the earlier versions as PDFs, so no iteration of the story is lost, and referenced the changes I made in an addition to the chapter notes.] It felt especially important to indicate clearly that Crowley's bestie -- a literal crisis counselor -- respected what Aziraphale had been through, and had words with Crowley about how he handled it. The point of the fic's breakup scene (essentially the s1 bandstand scene), as with every moment of conflict in the first two TV seasons, is that on some level they are both right and both have legitimate feelings, and I did my best to rework the chapter in a way that honors that.

There's a fair amount of discourse about unsolicited criticism on fic, and most of the time I am firmly in the corner of "if you didn't like it, step quietly back from the keyboard with your hands in plain sight." We write for free, we write for love, we are all at different places in our creative growth, and we are not here to be nitpicked or scolded because someone doesn't like that kind of story or we used the word "ecstatic" three times in a scene or the AI police are out in force. And we are telling our story, not the one that someone else thinks we should write. But if two or three readers experience a particular element of a story as dissonant in a specific way -- insensitive to an issue that touches them, or emotionally unrealistic -- and address that reaction respectfully? I think it's appropriate to consider their points. And if a few tweaks yield what feels like a better story, it's a win all round.

You can read the story here if you're new to it, or check in on Chapter 15 if you just want to see the changes and notes.

Ethical Considerations - rated E, ~37,000 words

Aziraphale Fell isn’t exactly in the closet, but he’s not made it much further out than the hat-stand. The hairdresser at the spa where he’s just taken a job is far too flamboyant for his liking – doubtless, that’s why he can’t get the man out of his mind. His boss is a grouchy, nonbinary terror, who has an inexplicable soft spot for a priggish conservative MP from Oxfordshire. His best friend can’t stop predicting he’s fated to couple up soon. And the rent is due.

Tagging in the replies as usual; drop a note if you want on or off the list.

I write mainly Good Omens, along with occasional ventures into Sherlock Holmes (BBC and ACD), Doctor Who, and my first love, Star Trek. Find my fic here on AO3.

[iesika]

“Pratchett went back to older throwaway jokes (like dwarves being apparently unisex) and used them as metaphors to discuss social change, racial assimilation, and other complex issues, while reexamining the species he’d thrown in at the margins of his world simply because they existed at the margins of every other fantasy universe. If goblins and orcs and trolls could think, then why were they always just there to be slaughtered by the heroes? And if the heroes slaughtered sentient beings en masse, how heroic exactly were they? It was a long overdue start on redressing issues long swept under the rug by a parade of Tolkien successors who never thought of anyone green and slimy as anything but a notch on the protagonist’s sword, and much of the urgency in Pratchett’s last few books seemed to be related to them. ‘There’s only one true evil in the world,’ he said through his characters. ‘And that’s treating people like they were things.’ And in the last of his ‘grown-up’ Discworld books, that idea is shouted with the ferocity of those who have only a few words left and want to make them count. Goblins are people. Golems are people. Dwarves are people, and they do not become any less people because they decide to go by the gender they know themselves to be instead of the one society forces on them. Even trains might be people, and you’ll never know one way or the other unless you ask them, because treating someone like they’re a person and not a thing should be your default. And the only people who cling to tradition at the expense of real people are sad, angry dwellers in the darkness who don’t even understand how pathetic they are, clutching and grasping at the things they remember without ever understanding that the world was never that simple to begin with. The future is bright, it is shining, and it belongs to everyone.”

— John Seavey, The Evolution of the Disc (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[mizuthe-cat]

they should make a my friend that doesn’t have to go through ten william horrors every single day

[draculasdaughter]

This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…

[three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Listen, this is serious.

Do not use the website called Sci-Hub!

It lets people access scientific articles for free. This is dangerous. It helps the free flow of knowledge and reduces the competitive edge of all the people who worked really hard to have been born into a wealth.

Like, it’s literally a website where you can type in the DOI of an article and read it, without ever having to pay the publisher who exploited the author.

So, again, do not, under any circumstance, use Sci-Hub. I mean, can you imagine a world where knowledge is free and easily accessible to everyone? Even, y'know, poor people?

[whateverthebeeswant]

Libgen also has many books online, including textbooks, searchable by name, author, and ISBN. Can you imagine textbook companies not getting their hard-earned income from poor college students? Here is the link just so you make sure that you never accidentally stumble across this horrible, unethical website.

[three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Oh, and while we’re talking about books, if you’ve managed to stay clear from Libgen, definitely don’t go to zlibrary, where you can also find a lot of textbooks, but unfortunately they’re completely free.

[teachingtales]

Reblogging so you know which sites to totally avoid

[oscarwildeboytoy-deactivated201]

Hey, unpopular opinion, apparently. But people don’t just “have pain for no reason” doctors say this all the time (especially to women and chronically ill people) and the truth is, Thats literally not possible. Even if your pains are psychosomatic (a word I hesitate to even use because of the way its used so often) there is a reason you are having those pains whether its mental illness, abuse, etc. If your doctor consistently tells you that “well some people just have pain for no reason” get a new doctor. That’s a doctor who is not going to give a shit what your actual symptoms or experiences are.

[kamorth]

I just wanna add to clarify the psychosomatic thing.

That word DOES NOT MEAN you’re making it up. It doesn’t mean you’re imagining the symptom. What it means is that the symptom ISN’T DIRECTLY CAUSED BY ANY OF THE THINGS THAT WOULD NORMALLY CAUSE IT.

I fought to get a PCOS diagnosis for 2 and a half years. For the ENTIRE time I was fighting, I was dealing with 3 cysts that were not going away by themselves and eventually required surgery to remove. At one point close to the end of the battle, I suddenly went blind. I was visiting my parents and was standing on the veranda looking out over the tree we had planted in memory of my dog and suddenly I got one of the shooting pains that I was quite frankly used to at that point and my vision started to go dark. It was like the sun was setting while being completely hidden behind storm clouds but it was 2pm in the middle of Summer on a clear day. Within about 30 seconds I couldn’t see ANYTHING. I was 27 years old and I was screaming for my mother.

My mum raced me to her doctor (he was a 15 minute drive away as opposed to 45 minutes to the nearest hospital) and he quickly worked out that there was nothing wrong with my eyes and what had happened was totally unrelated to them. Then he said it was psychosomatic and I freaked out, yelling that I was NOT making this up and I definitely wasn’t imagining it. Very quickly he calmed me down and said he believed me and I had misunderstood. He explained that whatever was going on with my abdominal pains (he suggested PCOS which I hadn’t even heard of at that point) had been ignored for so long that my body was starting to do things other than the normal pain response to try to draw my attention to the problem. My sight going was my body basically jumping around in front of me going “HEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME HELLLOOOOOOO??????”

He gave me some prescription strength painkillers and my sight started to come back as soon as they started to kick in. About 45 minutes after it started I could see well enough to walk around without help and within a day and a half I was back to normal. On top of that I finally had a scan booked to figure out what the hell was causing all the pain.

Psychosomatic symptoms are NOT imagined or fabricated or happening for “no reason”. Experiencing them DOES NOT make you a liar. It makes you someone who has been battling with something serious for so long that your own body has started to get impatient with you.

[oscarwildeboytoy-deactivated201]

I completely agree. Thank you for sharing this.

[antique-scarecrow]

Psychosomatic symptoms are literally your body flipping random alarm switches just to get any alarm blaring because you’ve been ignoring the regular ones

[writtenoffantihero]

Google will block sideloading of unverified Android apps starting next year

Google says it’s no different than checking IDs at the airport.

This is just another form of censorship, control of what we can/can't see and engage with, and another means of getting our private information.

[monarchofmonsters]

Alternative forks of AOSP (Android Open-Source Project) which are not maintained by Google and will not be affected by this:

LineageOS (I use this one)

Graphene OS

Functionally they are virtually identical to stock Android. Android began as an open-source project, and these versions are built off of that.

Fuck Google.

[mordcore]

[amiibo-king]

for those like me who cannot install alternative android forks on their phone because the phone in question is thoroughly unrootable, I would recommend downloading anyapk on your phone while you still can. In their own words:

anyapk is a lightweight Android application installer that bypasses Google's developer verification requirements by using local ADB (Android Debug Bridge) connections. Smoothly install any APK file on your device without restrictions, gatekeepers, or corporate approval.

If you're reading this after Google's lockdown date and are unable to install anyapk the regular way, there is a method outlined on the github linked above which tells you how to install anyapk on your phone by plugging it into a computer with ADB installed on it. Once you have anyapk on your phone, you will not have to do that ever again (unless you delete anyapk off your phone)

[aromanticbastards]

[Description for the first image:

a tweet by @/Pirat_Nation:

From September 2026, all apps, including those outside the Play Store, must come from verified developers.

No more anonymous sideloads. No quick comebacks for malware gangs.

First: Brazil, Indonesia, Singapore, Thailand.

end description]

[chromalogue]

[Description for the second image: a post from jrepin that reads:

"Sideloading" is the rentseeker word for "being able to run software of your choosing on a computing device you purchased". There is no reasonable case for an operating system developer having a say over what programs you run on your hardware.

--Eugen Rochko of Mastodon https://mastodon.social/@Gargron/115093185284473606]

[pendragyn]

... Crowley was getting sick of it. He’d taken the opportunity to reread Aziraphale’s notes, and to thumb through Agnes Nutter’s prophecies, and to do some serious thinking. His conclusions could be summarized as follows: 1. Armageddon was under way. 2. There was nothing Crowley could do about this. 3. It was going to happen in Tadfield. Or to begin there, at any rate. After that it was going to happen everywhere. 4. Crowley was in Hell’s bad books.* (Not that Hell had any other kind.) 5. Aziraphale was—as far as could be estimated—out of the equation. 6. All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel—or if there was, it was an oncoming train. 7. He might just as well find a nice little restaurant and get completely and utterly pissed out of his mind while he waited for the world to end. 8. And yet . . . And that was where it all fell apart. Because, underneath it all, Crowley was an optimist. If there was one rock-hard certainty that had sustained him through the bad times—he thought briefly of the fourteenth century—then it was utter surety that he would come out on top; that the universe would look after him. Okay, so Hell was down on him. So the world was ending. So the Cold War was over and the Great War was starting for real. So the odds against him were higher than a vanload of hippies on a blotterful of Owlsley’s Old Original. There was still a chance. It was all a matter of being in the right place at the right time. The right place was Tadfield. He was certain of that; partly from the book, partly from some other sense: in Crowley’s mental map of the world, Tadfield was throbbing like a migraine. The right time was getting there before the end of the world. He checked his watch. He had two hours to get to Tadfield, although probably even the normal passage of Time was pretty shaky by now. Crowley tossed the book into the passenger seat. Desperate times, desperate measures: he had maintained the Bentley without a scratch for sixty years. What the hell. He reversed suddenly, causing severe damage to the front of the red Renault 5 behind him, and drove up onto the pavement. He turned on his lights, and sounded his horn. That should give any pedestrians sufficient warning that he was coming. And if they couldn’t get out of the way . . . well, it’d all be the same in a couple of hours. Maybe. Probably. “Heigh ho,” said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway.

~ the demon Crowley deciding what to do at the end of the world.

from the chapter 'Saturday' in the book, "Good Omens: The Nice And Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch".

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Someday I'm going to have to learn how to actually do my job.

[foamcraft-armory]

I'll do it if you do my job

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

#all you have to do today is build a lifesize human skull out of foam and glue an octopus to a flintlock pistol

Someday I'm going to have to learn how to actually do your job

[foamcraft-armory]

You also have to build the flintlock pistol. I should have mentioned that

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Fine I'll learn my job (marketing a damn web serial) instead.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Everyone read my stuff.

Help pay my mortgage if you want to read my stuff faster.

[princessparadoxical]

I love the implication that the web serial is the only thing keeping you from getting into American Revolutionary War firearms 🤣

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Gotta keep the hands busy on something

[maximumsunshine]

Keep them busy on typing up

Your novels and short stories

Marketing for your novels and short stories

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I'M TRYING

[imaginingfromtheblock]

“Nah. Come off it. I must’ve.”

“You haven’t! Not where I could see!”

Crowley frowned, trying to peer past the fog of inebriation into six thousand years of memories.

“Huh,” he said, at length. “S’really been that long?”

Aziraphale nodded, wide-eyed. “Mm. Not since Eden. I… I didn’t even think you could still do it. Thought maybe I— imagined it, or. Or.”

Crowley gaped, wordless noises of offense crackling from his throat. “I— what! Course I can still—! It— it’s what I am! Underneath all this, yeah?” He motioned unsteadily to his body, stretched out on Aziraphale’s familiar backroom sofa. “Doesn’t just— go away!”

The angel leaned back tipsily in his seat, and gestured at Crowley with his wine glass. “Let’s have it, then. Go on.”

“Wh— what— here? Now?” Crowley protested. A hot, sticky anxiety suddenly flooded his veins.

Aziraphale nodded. “Oh, won’t you?”

The prospect of Aziraphale seeing him like that for the first time in six thousand years was, upon consideration, utterly terrifying. He’d be bared to the soul, no sunglasses or saunter to cover up his scorched demonic essence.

But— Aziraphale was looking at him, all fluttery pleading pout, and so Crowley didn’t really have a choice, did he?  

With a sigh, he set down his glass, and, with minimal fanfare, turned into a snake.

Skin and cloth smoothly transformed into shining scales. He hissed a sigh of relief as he shifted; the sensation wasn’t good, exactly, it was always a bit scary doing this, but there was a certain relief to it all the same.

Crowley slithered around a bit on the sofa, and settled into a comfortable position, his coils looped gracefully underneath his angular head. Then he looked up at the angel.

Aziraphale had put his own glass down with one shaking hand, and clapped the other to his mouth. He’d gone stiff and tense, and Crowley immediately thought he’d made a horrible mistake.

“Angel— talk to me— what’s wrong— I’m sssorry, let me change back, I knew I’d—“

“Don’t you dare,” hiccuped Aziraphale, eyes swimming, and as his hand left his face Crowley could see now that his expression was one not of fear, but of intense, rapturous joy. “Come here, oh, you wonderful creature—“

Crowley hesitated, a trembling pile of scale and terror curled up on the brocade throw.

Aziraphale beckoned again. “I must touch your— oh, I mean, if you wouldn’t mind horribly, it’s that you just look so— inviting—“ He averted his eyes now, trailing off, but Crowley got the picture, and rather liked the look of it himself.

So he slithered down from the sofa and across to the angel’s armchair, winding himself obediently up the side of the chair and coming to rest, unbelievably, around Aziraphale’s shoulders. His tail curled happily in Aziraphale’s lap, and before he could even toss off a laconic joke to diffuse the tension he was sure ought to be building up by now, there were soft hands stroking their way down his scales, and all verbal function merrily deserted him.

It felt— incredible. Aziraphale’s well-kept fingers caressed every inch of Crowley’s flexible spine, brushing against his sensitive red underbelly with impossible kindness.

Flicking his tongue out, Crowley could smell the delight bubbling up from every inch of Aziraphale’s corporation. Was the angel always like this? Always so incandescently, purely happy? Crowley’s senses, in human form, were not nearly so attuned, so there was no way of knowing, really— but Crowley really wanted to believe this was a special occasion. That this was something he’d done.

“Worth the wait?” Crowley managed, at some point. Aziraphale was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed in satisfaction as he continued to offer Crowley touch after touch.

Aziraphale’s sea-glass eyes blinked open, met Crowley’s yellow slits hovering inches away.

“Oh, I’d say so,” he said, “you beautiful thing.”

Crowley had never been more grateful, in that moment, that snakes could not blush.

[deadinparadice]

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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[loverartists]

This is extremely useful.

[crowboy-bebop]

oh my fucking god

[taraljc]

the wiki talk page is a fascinating read since Graham's death was announced.

[traumasurvivors]

Even if I didn’t have a solid plan, in the back of my head, I always assumed I’d kill myself.

Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.

I feel like I’ll never catch up.

[traumasurvivors]

Hey all.

I want to make an addition to this. I made this post a long time ago.

I’m currently back in university, and I’ve made so much progress with my trauma. I’m in a loving relationship.

Things can and will get better. It’s not too late.

Nothing is perfect by any means. But I’m happy I’m still here and didn’t kill myself. I hope you get to that point, too 💕

[traumasurvivors]

The addition is important! I see the original post circulating a lot, but the addition is important!

[traumasurvivors]

New addition two years later. I’m still going strong!

I’m getting married. I’m still in that loving relationship.

I’ve learned that there’s no real timeline. It’s okay. And while it sucks that I lost time, there’s still so much for me to experience and enjoy.

[traumasurvivors]

Newest addition. 7 years after the original post!

I got married last month! My dog is laying on me snoring. I’ve learned to have healthy friendships and relationships. I’ve learned that I’m not alone and that even when things are hard, I’m going to be okay.

[traumasurvivors]

This showed up in my notes again. And here we are. 2026.

I’ve been married a little over two years. I just got home from friendships that feel like home and family. My husband and I have our own place. I have a full ass book ready to be published.

I don’t know. I’m still in a good place and I can’t believe how far I’ve come from my original post.

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