i am so normal about this campaign i am so normal about this campaign i am so normal about this campaign
(the designs for the other two pcs are based on half-remembered character descriptions and were also drawn at midnight so they’re probably subject to change)
Summary: People start calling you Sharkbait. One day someone does it in front of Park.
Tags/Warnings: Brendon Park x reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader, brief mention of an age gap (40s-20s), mild language, mild power imbalance, watch me avoid talking about medical things
wc: 1,146
a/n: I was possessed to write this in the middle of the night. Mean beefy men have me in a chokehold.
Dedicated to @godmadeaterribleerror . Look! I finished something!!
You didn't really think about it, the first time it happened. You'd been halfway through a chart, awareness pitched somewhere behind you in case someone needed you — someone always did, eventually — and when you heard the name Sharkbait, you knew instinctively Santos was talking to you. She's always giving out nicknames like that, and you didn't have one yet, and people had taken to dragging you over to present for Park the Shark, because apparently you were the only one who could handle him without getting your head bit off.
You didn't really get what the big deal was. It wasn't hard to figure out how to deal with him — that's what you do, after all, assess people and then figure out how to deal with them. He wants clear, concise answers, and respect, so you give him both. Easy.
He's not the kind of person you'd joke with, or get chummy with, not unless he crossed that line first. Even then, best to tread carefully.
But he's not complicated, and he's certainly not scary the way everyone seems to think he is — though you would categorize him as intense. Focused. It's what makes him such a good surgeon.
And sure, maybe he trains his laser focus on you more than anyone else in the ED. Maybe his attention is less sharp when it settles and finds you on the receiving end.
It doesn't mean anything, surely, but that didn't stop Santos from noticing, and it didn't stop her from making a shitty nickname, and if you were thinking a little more clearly, you'd have realized that you should've shut that shit down. Park is your much older, much more attractive, incredibly no-nonsense indirect boss, not to mention, you actually kind of like the guy. He probably wouldn't take lightly to everyone going around implying he's trying to get in your pants, and even if Santos is mean, she's not evil. She'd back off if you needed her to.
But you'd been tired, and distracted, and you hadn't really thought about it that hard. And when she called out "Sharkbait, get over here!" you hadn't corrected her.
Instead, you'd tapped out the last line of your sentence and carelessly called back, "Sharkbait, ooh-haha." It wasn't even a conscious decision.
It's from some fuckass movie you watched when you were eight, and you hadn't thought about it in years, but apparently that one word had been enough to trigger the call and response you learned in second grade. It shouldn't have stuck, either, but then Whittaker had called you Sharkbait while you were talking to a patient, and you'd muttered it under your breath, and now you just can't stop.
Everywhere you went, people called you Sharkbait. Even Robby does it sometimes, when he's calling you over to observe procedures. And you, in a true show of human adaptability, do not stop to think about why it's such a mistake. You hadn't caught it the first time, and you hadn't caught it the second time, and by the third it simply became another thing in the background. Another name, another title, none of them really you.
Everywhere you went, you'd parrot it back. Mostly it was an announcement, a way to say I'm here, I'm paying attention, tell me what you need, without quite so many words. In the more serious situations, it was a half-whispered thing under your breath, a reminder that there would be time where things weren't falling apart, and you would be capable of joy and whimsy again.
Either way, it always came.
Unless Brendan Park was in the room. The Shark walked in, and suddenly everyone was calling your full name like you're George fucking Bush. Even the mention of a consult from him was enough to dissuade the use of it for a few minutes.
All of which led to twenty minutes ago, when you'd been hunched over a trash can, shoveling a granola bar down your throat with such ferocity that you felt simultaneously like a starved horse and the kind owner feeding it.
You'd caught a glimpse of Park gliding through the ED like Moses parting the Red Sea, and had stuffed the last of your precious calories into your mouth in a desperate bid to be done by the time he reached you. Even when you weren't called over to present, he rarely came down without stopping by, so you'd gotten used to putting on your best face on a dime.
You could see that Dennis was going to call you over before he actually did it, so you'd already been shuffling over to the hand sanitizer when you it happened. "Sharkbait! Whittaker says you should present this one."
Your mind knew it was a bad idea — tried to stop your mouth from following through — but habit is a bitch. "Sharkbait, ooh-haha," you fired back, just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of the ED.
For a half-second, everyone froze.
Park turned to you, molasses slow. Arched an eyebrow. "You like that stupid nickname?"
You'd blinked at him. Refused to shrink under his gaze, or his tone, or the way it all made your blood sing and your skin burn. Forced your voice smooth and even, just as unbothered as he sounded about... well, everything. "I haven't really thought about it all that much, honestly. Mostly just reflex by now."
Maybe he genuinely believed you. Maybe it's because you've always been honest and efficient. Maybe he just doesn't think you have the balls to lie to him. Whatever it is, he hadn't commented on it further, so you didn't either.
You both pretended it never happened, right up until he disappeared back upstairs, and you allowed yourself a single moment to acknowledge the fact that you may have just lost all your goodwill with the best orthopod in the hospital.
What you don't know is that Park had been the one to start it with an offhand comment to Garcia about the ED dangling you in front of him like sharkbait every time he went down there. She'd repeated it to Santos, and soon it had spread like wildfire. Not what he'd intended, and he'd considered snapping at the mousy boy when he'd drifted by and heard him calling you that a few weeks ago — only to be stopped dead by your sweet little call-and-response, like you were fucking taunting him. Practically begging him to come bite.
The fact that you had the balls to do it with him right in front of you — and then look him dead in the eyes and call it reflex — has just cemented what everyone else already knows.
He wants you.
And if you don't mind flaunting that fact to the whole hospital, oblivious as you may be, he's not going to be the one to stop you.
aside from Daniel Pemberton being the absolute madman with the work he done, there's something so wonderful about the stark contrast between earth/flashback scenes and the Rocky ones.
All of Grace flashbacks have either a bittersweet, nostalgic sound, with added human choir, or a more percussion-based one for when he's studying the Astrophage. There's a specific leitmotif associated to humanity, although is exclusively in its minor version EXCEPT in the "goodbye my friend" track.
The moment we actually have a sense of wonder is when Grace sees with the scope the Blip-A in the "Petrova Line" track.
"Centrifuge" is the first "space-related- track that actually gives you a sense of whimsy and joy and wonder, probably because it's first of all, cool as hell, but also a sense of control for Grace in his new environment.
THEN in "The Message" we can hear Rocky different leitmotifs even before we met him. From then on, the movie OST becomes so, so much more musical, which makes sense, Eridians are all about Harmonies!
And I don't know I just think it's neat seeing so much differences between how Grace memories of Earth sounds compared to the silly happy sounds full of hope we hear in the present with Rocky
ALSO! Rocky theme and humanity theme are basically almost the same but reversed!
omg i needed to yap abt this but i had a crazu dream about sylus and he was dating a woman full of whimsy, like shes just full of energy and happiness and i think thats so silly and cute 😭
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𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
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﹙♡﹚this was such a cute, wholesome little fic to write! ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞand i can't believe we've reached 200 posts already, omg :((( thank you so, so much. this blog is just as yours as it is mine, so i hope it keeps growing and growing! ♡
it was such a stark contrast; the unbreakable, bold leader of a criminal organization and his colorful, whimsical girlfriend.
it sounded like a plot for a movie, really, and it looked just as perfect and heartwarmingly sweet as one would expect.
you would put pretty ribbons and butterfly hair clips on his silver hair, bedazzle his guns, and claim you'd earned yourself a little sweet treat after doing basically anything; from grocery shopping, to simply getting out of bed.
and the best part was that he watched it all happen with the gentlest of smiles on his face.
his base had both his dark, luxurious decorations, alongside cutesy cushions, weird plushies from thrift stores (because they deserved to be loved once again), and little ceramic animals to make the place a bit brighter.
mephisto wore silly hats, and the twins proudly displayed cutesy patches on their clothes (mostly to help tell them apart, and because they looked great!)
usually, he would overlook the simpler things in life; those things one took for granted, especially since he'd seen them countless times before.
but you?
you would squeak in joy whenever you found money inside a pocket before doing the laundry, you would beg him to stop the car if you saw a puppy wearing little boots on the street, or, his favorite so far, you'd send him pictures of sunsets and their pretty colors, as if they were some rare sight.
he felt as if you were a cat constantly chirping at the birds outside the windows, and he was your supportive human, joining your silly little activities.
slowly, he would take the time to appreciate those things, and to feel grateful that he had someone so eagerly sharing them with him, no matter how small.
besides, it didn't help that he loved making you happy, so partaking in all of those trips to the crafting stores, those pottery, baking, and candle-making workshops, or even those short, fun walks to the local parks to gather weird-looking leaves, became something he looked forward to.
whatever it was that made your heart content, he would do it, and he came to find out that what you loved the most was having him by your side.
so, yes, he would go out with shiny stickers on his face.
yes, he would wear those flower crowns you made for him.
yes, he would absolutely match your energy spikes and dance around the house as if nothing else mattered.
he would treasure the little flowers you sneakily put in his pockets, and he'd also hold your purse while you gathered little trinkets worth keeping.
in return, sylus would get absolutely smooched all over, not a single inch of skin spared.
your glossy lips would leave stains he didn't bother wiping clean, and your hands would wrinkle his clothes with how tightly you held him, but that was alright.
he liked having his warm, amazing miss sunshine close; his pretty fairy in a carefully constructed world you've come to change, and you loved spoiling your gentle, sweet dragon with twice the love he showed you daily, because he deserved it.
he deserved to enjoy the slow, peaceful days, and have frantic, sudden bursts of happy energy, all next to you, who dragged him anywhere and everywhere so that his life could bloom with different colored flowers forever.~
The image of Jack on like TikTok/FB or Insta reels seeing new parent reels of taking the newborn hospital things and going “omg I gotta do this it’s apart of the tradition” forgetting that he has like fifty of all that at the house anyways 😭
─ Jack Abbot x wife! reader || WC: 1.3k
CW: FLUFF. Pregnancy mention. Brief mentions of child birth & labor. Jack is so silly in this he might be ooc. But honestly, I usually consider Jack silly anyway so fuck it we ball!! GIVE JACK ABBOT HIS WHIMSY!!
A/N: This turned into a little drabble and honestly it felt good just being silly about Jack Abbot for a second. Thank you for entertaining me anon seriously, I needed it. Proofread by moi. Reblogs, comments, and likes are always greatly appreciated. <3
NO CAUSE JACK WOULD DO THIS FOR THE SAKE OF DOING IT!
Like yes, he's been a doctor for a while, he knows most of the necessary procedural things when it comes to maternity & child birth stuff in the health field and can use those skills if needed. But he quite literally didn't think that people actually took the supplies in the hospital room to the point where there's nothing left.
Jack just stumbles on those videos when he's scrolling on his phone late at night, phone in one hand, rubbing your pregnant belly with the other. He finds himself chuckling as he continues to scroll to watch more of these videos, and of course the volume from his phone is loud enough that you can hear the audio from his current fixation. You just hear Denzel Washington going "I'm from around the way I'm leaving with something" over and over again until curiosity gets the best of you and you ask what he's watching. He hands you his phone and you watch all of the videos taking over his feed for the past 15 minutes, and you look at him so confused.
This man is smiling, grinning from ear to ear, his glasses hanging on the tip of his nose. You just know he's up to something.
"I'm so doing that." His smile is boyish, mischievous, and you really can't help but giggle.
"You can't be serious. You really want to raid our place of employment when our child is supposed to be born?" You raise an eyebrow at him and Jack calmly shrugs.
"It seems fun." Fun he says. Sometimes it amazes you how childish your middle aged husband can be. "I'll ask Princess & Perlah to scope out the room for us in advance. They'll make sure it's packed before we get there." Of course he'd already have the damn room picked out.
"Jack, you quite literally have an entire hospital in every room in the house. We don't need to take that stuff." He knows you meant that literally, having more than enough supplies and medical equipment stored away that he could perform an emergency operation in the living room at any time.
"I know that, hon. But when will I ever get to do this again? At least let me do this once. Just once while I have the opportunity to do so." You hold his gaze for a while, slightly warming up to the thought of granting Jack this one special request. It's least you could do considering you're popping out an entire baby, right?
"Alright fine. You can do it, for the sake of character development. But don't ransack the room, okay? I'll feel bad."
"Yes ma'am." Jack feels a kick under his palm, his grin widening at the little flutter he felt. "I think junior agrees with the plan."
"I can't believe I'll have to deal with two of you in a couple of weeks."
"You love me." He leans forward to kiss your cheek, leaving you warm from the contact, playfully rolling your eyes at him.
"Unfortunately. The things I do for love."
When it's time for you to give birth to your son, everything was going according to plan, and after a long stretch of time, you and Jack welcomed your bundle of joy in the early morning. You spent a few days in the hospital recuperating from the ordeal and adjusting to having a tiny human in your household now, with Jack doing much of the same.
On the day you were given the go ahead to be discharged, Jack starts working to fulfill his plan. He finds the extra large totally inconspicuous duffle bag he made sure to bring in the initial go-bag, and divides the room into sections. First, he targets the drawers under the hospital bassinet in your room, snatching up everything he saw and stuffing it in the duffle until there was nothing left. Diapers, wipes, similac formula, blankets, hats, socks, bottle nipples, gloves. He takes it all, leaving the drawers completely empty.
Jack shuffles to search the rest of the cabinets and drawers on the other side of the room taking whatever else he could find, which really were more-so supplies for you to use, but he snatched it anyway. As if that's not enough, he goes into the attached bathroom and grabs what he finds in there. He comes out holding a container of medical grade wipes, looking over at your direction as he did so.
"How do you feel about these wipes? The ones we have at home are better anyway, so I won't be offended if you want to be a good samaritan and leave these behind."
You've been watching him this whole time just clearing out the room holding your newborn son in your arms, lovingly skimming the top of his head. You don't even have it in you to tell him no, it's much easier to entertain him.
"Yeah, we could use those. Why not, right?"
Jack nods, taking the rest of what remained.
By the end of his scavenging, both the duffle bag and his signature go-bag are filled to the brim with stuff. Princess & Perlah actually stopped by to drop off even more goodies for the both of you, along with a goodie basket and several gifts from the entire pitt family. With much help from Dana who came to help you pack and prep junior in his going home outfit (after taking several pictures of him like a godmother would), she rolled you down the hall in a wheelchair while Jack finally got to do his dad walk that he practiced for over the past few weeks leading up to your due date.
Of course, he was doing this with full hands, exactly what he trained for. The duffle was situated comfortably on his broad back, his go-bag held in one hand, and in the other he was carrying his son in his car seat. You sat back and enjoyed the view, taking a video of Jack walking in his backwards dad cap for memory sake, totally not looking at the way his arms flexed carrying all that weight. There wasn't a second where Jack wasn't smiling the entire way to his car, settling your son behind the driver seat and you in the backseat along with him.
Once you were all home, Jack unpacked everything he took from the hospital, displayed his winnings on the kitchen island and took a picture of it on his phone. He sends the image with the text bubble "Clean Sweep" paired with the arm flex emoji. Jack sends the pictures to the few group chats he's in, one with Dana & Robby exclusively, getting a mix of surprise and praise in response. In another group chat, he messages the night shift including Ellis and Shen, who thumbs up the picture and reply with "you could've taken more." In the last chat, he sends the picture to the younger crowd of the pittlings, who cheered and spammed the chat with gifs and memes Jack will surely save to his camera roll when he gets some free time.
Later at night after your son had fallen asleep in his bassinet off to your side, you cuddle up into Jack's arms as he rubs your back, leaning fully into his touch and stroking over his chest. Despite the stillness in your bedroom as you prepare for the upcoming witching hour, you both find your minds restless, and it's your husband that breaks the silence.
"You know, it's a shame we couldn't bring the hospital bassinet with us too."
"Jack..." You tilt your head to glance at him, already finding the wrinkles on his face deepening as he smirked.
"I'm just saying, I could've fit the whole thing in the trunk. We had room."
"You're ridiculous." You laugh as you chase his lips, smooching him a few times and feeling his lips curl over yours. "I hope robbing Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center blind left you satisfied."
"Oh, I'm very satisfied. Very happy." He laughs along with you, squeezing you just a bit tighter. "Couldn't be happier.”
a/n: i love this trope forever and ever AAAA thank you to the anon who made me do it! 💛 pure fluff and joy; includes TH Bilbo; height distance relationship my beloved 😇 enjoy and remember - comments+reblogs+nice asks motivate the fic writer!
disclaimer!! there never has been and never will be AI in my writing!
༘⋆ FRODO
he’s always been considered the Weird Boy of the village, so it’s really not a surprise to anyone that he ended up falling in love with a whole ass HUMAN, it was almost sort of expected that he’d end up in an odd relationship and carry on the family reputation of being crazy
he likes to think he won you over with his intelligence and interesting, imaginative conversations, and his whimsy <3 since he was already somewhat educated about other races outside the Shire before you two met
but his first emotion wasn’t a crush, rather a bit of curiosity and the desire to get to know you in any capacity and just talk to you and spend time together
over time, his feelings develop when he realizes how much he enjoys talking to you about everything and how much you two are compatible in that regard; also he likes that you treat him as an equal, despite the obvious differences, and not like a curiosity
the second he starts getting closer with you, sleeping close to each other, practicing some swordfighting, staying close while walking, etc. – the teasing from his friends begins 😛 all in good fun of course
Frodo really values your opinions and advice, and when he finds someone trustworthy that means a lot to him – his affections grow
also he wishes he could be more useful when it comes to stepping in to protect you, but at least he can observe you with amazement – how skilled you are, and how easy on the eyes too!
your hugs are like heaven to him and he feels so safe and loved like that ❤
when he looks up at you with those big eyes, you would give him anything let’s be so for real!
if he is feeling playful he will use this to his advantage occasionally 😇
doesn’t take kindly if anyone throws you an offhand comment or looks at you weirdly – in those situations you let him take over and be the protective one
you get lots of compliments on the daily, and certainly some poems written about you – he looks at you like you’re a character from one of the fairy stories he used to read
ok but he loves when you give him a kiss on top of his head aww yay
༘⋆ SAM
is only slightly wary of you at the start, but he uses those mildly negative feelings in order to bury the fact that he does feel rather flustered around you
the way he blushes when you look at him for more than 2 seconds is fairly obvious right away, God forbid if you smile at him or say something nice – his whole face, neck and ears are burning
one day he decides to be extremely brave and inquire whether you might help him brush up on his sword skills a little bit (if anyone asks, it’s because Strider was busy, mind you), and after he gets 1-on-1 time with you, he becomes aware of the massive crush he’s got on you
luckily, it’s quite easy to pick up on the way his eyes soften when he observes you or how he lets his hand linger just a little bit when he hands you something or brushes past you
but oh. could he even dare to dream that someone majestic such as you would return his affections in any capacity? 💔
you can probably guess that is his mindset, so you make it a point to tell him nice things and point out what is lovable about him – how he made such a lovely stew for dinner when you set up camp, or how his sparring skills are getting better; he all but stammers at your compliments but he’s afraid he is misreading your intentions still
unfortunately you have to take it upon yourself to get it through his stubborn head, no matter how many times his lil friends might have given him a pep talk and tried to push him to finally confess
when you manage to catch a moment alone, you surprise him with a kiss on the cheek and he firstly short-circuits but then rest assured – you get a barrage of kisses in return when he gets over the initial shock
really likes holding your hand a lot, also does his very best to assume the position of the big spoon while cuddling or sleeping
when you turn up in the Shire with him absolute chaos ensues because he’s a Good Boy who apparently got himself into an oh-so-scandalous relationship
but trust he will literally throw hands if needed if anyone makes you feel unwelcome
he looks at you with stars in his eyes for real!!
༘⋆ MERRY
naturally curious person who likes a fun challenge BUT oh dear when the challenge is also attractive and tall???? boy is living his best life and nobody can tell him shit
medium obvious about his crush from the start, but he does like building up a bit of friendship first; and he’s talkative, fun and caring anyway, so it’s overall a nice time
but he has to fight the urge to grin like a fool whenever he catches your eyes lingering on him
he makes it his secret mission to get more of your attention than anyone else but without being overbearing
he will sweet-talk you and compliment you loads tho. if you do it back, he will think he’s playing it cool, but actually gets flustered
“you’re soooo tall and strong” 😛 he loves it but also wishes he could protect you better from danger
when he tells you stories from back home, definitely exaggerates his bravery or intelligence, of which you are aware and it makes you laugh; however, when you laugh it’s even better, actually. the way your eyes gleam makes him daydream of forever, but then he wonders whether he could ever be adequate for you.
but you fluster him on purpose, listen to his rambling and ramble right back, spar with him and always always overtake him (to his absolute delight – he’s competitive but having you peering down at him beats any other feeling) and he is down bad – so what’s a little height difference? he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least give it a try
so he starts testing the waters by giving you affectionate nicknames and “accidentally” brushing hands; when you do it back without missing a beat, he hopes it’s not just a game to you because it stopped being a game to him long ago
he will literally try to lift you up and act all strong
the confession or a kiss happens as a part of some game or a dare as you sit around the fire at night – it gives you an easy way out if needed, too, but you don’t back away, and he promises himself he will do anything to be man enough for you
when you get together, he most definitely likes to show you off a bit and he’s very proud, almost honored that you chose him
༘⋆ PIPPIN
although he was dead convinced he had no chance with you in the romantic sense, that wasn’t going to stop him from being his chatty, affectionate, sweet self towards you all the time
he thought he made peace with the fact you will never fall in actual love with him, but there was just a bit of sadness in his heart because he found you so very amazing
he climbs things to be closer to your height, and definitely trips or falls a couple times – if it makes you laugh, it’s worth the minor trouble! but you assure him that he really doesn’t need to do that, he’s just fine the way he is
if you pay him a compliment, he will in all seriousness stop functioning for a few moments (how fun it is to shut up a chatty person by making them blush!!)
steals your cloak even though it’s literally dragging behind him as he walks, and it’s collecting leaves along the hem — but but but it smells like you (he will not outwardly say that) and it’s so warm!
when you are on night watch, he will sometimes go so far to sacrifice sleep just to have the chance of hogging all of your attention
he asks lots of questions, about humans as well, and he revels in how you answer every single one, without brushing him off
and now you got him thinking he’s important to you too – the other three will literally have to convince him that you do like him back and that he’s not just imagining it with an idealistic view
he loves that he feels so very safe and protected around you, like you have the power to block out all the bad in the world
as you walk, he will pick up a nice leaf or rock or flower and hand it to you as a small token of affection; if you show him appreciation through a hug or petting his hair or even a small kiss, his heart triples in size
the confession happens after you all just barely defeat a pack of orcs and he realizes that there is a million things scarier than revealing his feelings and that he can’t have something happening to you without you knowing that he cares about you, even if it’s not reciprocated
but his whole world shifts when it IS!
༘⋆ BILBO
another outrageous hobbit at whom nobody even blinked an eye when he marched back home with a lover almost twice his height; if nothing, it gives all the neighbors extra fuel for sensational rumors as they have their afternoon tea
initially he was only slightly suspicious, but there was just something about you that drew him in and piqued his curiosity
you complain to each other during the quest and it bonds you in a way 😂
you treat him as an equal even though he’s well aware that he isn’t, in the physical sense, but it’s lovely regardless
will climb up on a rock or some tree roots to get closer to your height; naturally, you poke a bit of fun at him for it, he will roll his eyes with an undeniable smile
when he has to take a shift for night watch, you offer to keep him company sometimes which he really appreciates and it’s your steadfastness and stability that wins his heart – something about you feels like home away from home
he’s not actively trying to win your heart all the time, but he also kind of is, depending on whether he allows himself to be way over in his head, on a given day, about if you might actually want something real and longlasting
he tells you stories about his home and he cautiously peppers in comments such as “i will have to show you…” and when you, of course, enthusiastically agree, everything seems suddenly possible
once you fell asleep subconsciously curled against him and his entire heart went: !!!!!!
it was a huge victory for him, that you – tall, strong, impressive, felt safe enough with lil old him to just relax completely. his confidence grows
from thereon, he will have no problem stepping in to protect you in a battle, as scared as he might be
his confession is, to his absolute mortification, a little unskillful, quite accidental, but incredibly sweet just as well! it comes out unplanned during a random conversation after a long day of travelling, but you are charmed by the honesty nevertheless, and very much reciprocate it!
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