Imma say a thing that has bugged me for a while now! We all know how some people don’t understand how vore can be non-sexual. I know I’ve gotten harassed about it before. But… for some reason, no-one attacks G/t in the same way? Let me be clear, I LOVE G/t AND WOULD NEVER WANT PEOPLE TO BE HARASSED ABOUT IT EVER AT ALL!! But it does bother me that the people who claim vore is 100% sexual are so hypocritical when it comes to G/t. Not at all that G/t peeps are the perpetrators. Just that non Gt/vore fans see (nonsexual) G/t content and are like AWW cute! I can totally see how that’s innocent. But they see vore, and they’re like THAT’S OBVIOSULY PORN. Despite the fact that BOTH genres 1) have a massive and somewhat notorious fetish base as well as a growing non-sexual base (as in, both COULD be accused of “some people see it as a fetish so all art of it is fap material!!” silliness), 2) involve body parts that have NO sexual purpose whatsoever (hands/mouths/stomachs/etc. And ANY part of the body can be a subject of someone’s fetish. That doesn’t mean it’s a sexual body part), 3) both have the potential for wonderfully emotionally complex stories and interactions, and 4) both show up regularly as tropes in non-sexual media, MOST often even in kids media!
TLDR;
Both G/t and vore: have both sexual and non-sexual communities, involve non-sexual body part interaction, have complex emotional and storytelling potential, and show up regularly in popular non-sexual media (especially children’s media).
And yet, non-sexual vore is widely attacked, and deemed as purely fetish material no matter the content, intent, or context.
(Also again, as a fellow G/t fan. This is NOT me saying thay G/t has it easy, or that G/t SHOULD be more harassed. Just me wishing that SFW vore could be at least on the level of less-harassment than G/t.)
This is a horrible website for art. This is a horrible website for artists.
The only art that ever gets attention here is fanart, or artists who already have thousands of followers.
Nothing new is ever added to the mix, nothing else ever gets out there, because you guys see art, and while you might think it’s cool, you keep on scrolling because it isn’t Undertale or Homestuck or whatever sports anime is popular right now. You only give attention to fanart, and even that is an elitist club where attention is only given to the chosen few fandoms.
Artists who create original work are getting less and less support all the time. I’m feeling it, and I’m seeing my friends get less support too. We’re losing followers. Our note count is going down.
“Do art for yourself!” People say. But that only goes so far. No matter how you slice it, getting ignored and snubbed constantly on pieces you spent precious hours on while you watch the notes on a quick fanart doodle soar into the thousands hurts. We don’t create art to place it in a dark room and never be looked at. No artist ever posts art here thinking “I hope no one looks at this and it gets no notes.”
Encouragement and praise go a long way to help artists with original ideas, but you guys don’t care about original ideas. They’re falling by the wayside. Soon there won’t be any new things to make fanart of. How many movies that have come out in recent years have been sequels or remakes? A lot more than new, original concepts, that’s for sure. When you look around in a few years and find that everything is stale, boring, and overdone, know that you have no one to blame for that but yourself.
Ideas need support. Ideas need to be shared and fostered and encouraged. Otherwise, they die off into nothing.
Reblog more than just fanart, please.
You know, it’s not even just artist that have thousands of followers.
I have 5k+ followers as of a couple months ago. My original works hardly get any notice, and a lot of the time my fanart doesn’t get noticed. People are ridiculous when it comes to reblogging people’s art. They’re ashamed of it for some reason. Like, I’ll have art that has 100 notes. two of them are reblogs, and they were MY OWN REBLOGS. TO MY OTHER TWO ART BLOGS.
People need to fucking reblog art. REBLOG THE ART PLEASE. SUPPORT ARTIST’S ORIGINAL CONTENT! PLEASE!
For those wondering about HOW to do this, here’s a short explanation according to me:
Drawing A to Drawing B: -the most obvious change is the exaggeration of the line of motion in the character.
In Drawing B the line of motion is much more pronounced, creating more drama and movement to the whole composition
-The arms are open wider, showing more confidence and exuberance in the character, exaggerating their emotions so they can be more clearly read without having to look to the face for emotional cues.
-the legs are wider apart, adding to the aforementioned confidence but also giving the character a solid foundation, visually speaking.
-The head is tilted back and overlapped by the chest, adding a touch of dynamic perspective to the drawing.
Drawing B to Drawing C: -Most obvious change is to zoom in on the character. Character framing is just as important as what the character is doing. Zooming in can help infensify emotions. this shot is ALL about this character and what they’re feeling. -Because of the zooming in, the arms/hands would have gotten lost, so instead of making the canvas wider, the artist has elected to rotate the character slightly, bringing a dynamic angle to things and more intensity to the close shot. -While the character is more upright in this shot compared to Drawing B, in Drawing C the chest still slightly overlaps the neck, preserving the feeling of being slightly below the character (putting them in a position of power relative to the viewer), which helps maintain confidence and power in the character. -the chest is exaggerated to carry the majority of the body’s line of action so even though you cannot see the legs, our brains are able to fill in the gap and envision that line of action. -The cropping/framing of the character allows for a more interesting composition/negative shapes created by the positive (character) on the negative (background), creating more visual interest as well as a circular motion to the composition through the arms, across the face to the negative space for the eyes to rest in before dropping to the hand in the background and back through the composition again.
DID YOU DISSECT MY DRAWING TO FIND OUT WHY IT WORKS?? I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH
the worst part about bein an artist with ocs is havin to fuckin redraw ur character refs every half a year cuz ur style keeps changing/improving and anything older than a few months looks Bad to u
Is there anything more excruciating than not knowing if someone is “feel bad, need space”, “feel bad, need u to reach out” or “literally fine, just busy, stop pestering me”
How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad
See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.
It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.
My parents did this to me as a teenager.
Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months.
Screenshots of private conversations with online friends.
Or records of my internet browsing history.
And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.”
And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment.
Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open.
I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.
Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.
This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood. My mom hasn’t done it in the past year or so because I’ve been ‘good’ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.
Phone horror story: my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didn’t want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and “I love you”. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.
They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.
And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.
So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesn’t tell you when something’s wrong /years/ later.
Okay I don’t normally add things to posts but I’m going to tonight.
I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from ‘the norm’ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.
I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.
And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.
It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.
If you love your children, don’t do this kind of shit to them. They’ll never trust you again.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you violate your child’s privacy in this way you’ll never earn their trust, you’re just creating a better liar.
This is not something your children will “understand” later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok.
Back when I was younger and more ignorant and misinformed than I am now, one of my exes literally made me feel guilty sometimes when he got a boner and I didn’t want to “take care of him”. He claimed that it caused him a lot of pain and he said that his doctor had actually said he couldn’t leave himself in that state or else he could damage himself…. So made me feel like I HAD to give him relief even when I really did not desire to. And that sucked.
Wait… it DOESN’T hurt them?
Boys get boners all the time for no reason. No, it doesn’t hurt them. If any boy tries to tell you otherwise, run away as fast as you can because he’s lying to you for the sake of his penis.
No penis is more important than you because you are a whole person and a penis is just a spongy flab o’ flesh.
Hahaha deff not I get boners constantly. Math Driving Light Anything causes them
Favorite answer so far.
Math.
Dicks can seriously be ridiculous at times
Hell sometimes a brisk breeze can set them off
Reblogging this for all of the girls and guys that DO NOT KNOW THIS INFORMATION. Because this is extremely important.
HEY!!!
HEYYYYYY!!!!
The term ‘blue balls’ isn’t actually a fucking thing.
It was created by giant flopping douche canoes to con girls into rubbing their little dingadongs.
I literally get 10 boners a day and never get blue balls.
Next time someone tries to shame you into a handy, kick them in the balls and tell them “NOW YOU HAVE BLUE BALLS”
Thiiiiiiiis is what I’m talking about
If you have a boner and your s/o ain’t in the mood go masturbate that shouldn’t be a hard concept.
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Anonymous asked:
When it comes to things like vore and some of the other kinks that are viewed as kind of weird do you think there's a certain way to go about talking to it with others without maybe making them uncomfortable if you dont know if they are into it? Or maybe a way that people can talk about it even if they dont like it as long as it doesn't pass that comfort line?
Hmm… that’s a tough one anon. I mean. I suppose you’d have to judge yourself if they seem like someone might be okay with it or not. It might seem a little odd for some people, but I often talk more about g/t first before I even bring up vore. As a way to test the waters a bit, you know?
I’ve dealt with telling my best friend about it (my niisan), as well as a friend I met at college ( @5ftgarden ) and funny enough, both people were very similar in answer: if it makes you happy and it’s not hurting anyone or you, then why should I try and stop you from enjoying it? Usually I’d go off of if people care a lot about you and they don’t mind that you have differing opinions and different interests, they might be pretty accepting of it. If they ask why you like it, you can try to explain that hey! It’s just a fantasy interest I enjoy and take great love in, and honest if they ask that you not talk about it then I wouldn’t, and if they ask you to talk about it more, then gladly go on! I try myself to keep it from conversation because, well, I’m weird about it and anxiety issues, but most people who learned I enjoy this stuff don’t particularly mind (and honestly they tease me more about it and joke around about vore more than I thought they ever would) and just like me as a person so they don’t mind if maybe I have some strange interests. If people accept you even for the “weird” things you enjoy, they’re good people.
Tldr; Testing waters and trying it out with people is probably the best option to bringing this stuff up with others! You don’t have to, but I know that feeling. You want to be able to talk about it with people you’re close with and all that stuff. It’s all about testing with small steps (or sometimes bringing it up full force and seeing if they are okay with it or not). Not sure if this helps any anon, but cheers!
From personal experiences, I’ve had some friends find out about the whole vore thing whom I knew in real life, or had previously known thru skype. They pretty much reacted with “that’s cool, no big deal, everyone has stuff like that really.” So I’ve come to just feel for the most part, people don’t really mind it, at least in terms of close friends. Sure, some might tease me about it but I know it’s not malicious, I often laugh along with them. And its not? Really even that mean of jokes. Everyone just calls me voretrash xD. But that’s just how some of my friends are, we kind of tease each other, but none of us take it to a point where its harmful.
As for really talking about vore and my other kinks with them, I don’t know if I PERSONALLY, would go that far. It really depends on the person. Like in levels of trust and how well you both know each other. I’m pretty lucky that my boyfriend knows about vore, and doesn’t have a problem with it. (Not sure how into it he is now tho, he hasn’t really talked about it or brought it up recently)
I would def recommend the whole “testing the waters” deal if one would want to talk to someone who’s opinions on vore aren’t really clear. As its probably well known, there are some people that just don’t care for vore at all, and people even as going as far to be malicious about it. There’s people like that in any situation, even if what it is really isn’t hurting anyone. But for the most part, if the people you consider your friends care about you, they aren’t going to be like that. Still, some people may just be uncomfortable with the subject. Not in a malicious way of course, everyone has their preferences and some things in vore may be upsetting to them, so its only fair to respect their boundaries.
But if they don’t mind you talking about it? Then feel free! You never known, sometimes you learn things about people you would never expect! ( I speak from experience, a few people I’ve just known even before this blog happened to legit share some of the kinks I sorta have come to have, we must be able to sense it or something xD)
-fucking protect her
-she is ur light and savior u pieces of shit
-her pistol does like 10 damages she’ll only use that when she has to
-or when people are ignoring the fucking turret sitting in front of them
-or if they’re like me I’ll be 1v1ing their roadhog bc my fucking team up and ditched me
-I’m not joking, I’ve had to 1v1 a Reinhardt, zarya, d.va, roadhog and more and then 1v2 a tracer and Ana. please don’t make us do this.
-I mean I can 1v1 as mercy p easy but still guys PROTECT YOUR MERCYS
-she literally has call outs for when she’s being attacked, fucking help her
-don’t take the health packs when she’s healing u unless you’re really low as a tank u piece of crap
-odds are she’s probably just as low as you aND SHE CANT HEAL HERSELF AS QUICKLY AS SHE CAN HEAL U
-if she’s stuck in zarya’s ult and you’re not, try to stick yourself out there so she can jUMP TO YOU U LITTLE SHITS (the amount of times people haven’t done this kills me and we lose the game bc I couldn’t get out and fucking rezz.) pls guys
-same goes for literally any other ult bc she will literally bless ur soul
-@ that one soldier 76 from yesterday, I love you
-don’t be the asshole that spams the healing; mercy players will get extremely annoyed and start healing you last or even not at all out of spite
-trust me, I’ve done it before and ended up blocking them afterwards
-DONT EVER LEAVE HER ALONE I SWEAR TO GOD the amount of times I’ve been alone and everyone kills me
-if she falls off the edge of a map, for tHE LOVE OF GOD STAND ON THE EDGE SO SHE CAN JUMP BACK UP THX
-if u fucking leave mercy alone as a mei or reaper and u go invulnerable when u could’ve saved mercy’s ass u can bet that I’m going to kiLL YOU MYSELF
-when genji ULTS, he’s more than likely to focus the mercy. PROTECT YOUR MERCY U PIECES OF CRAP.
-the same goes for Winston! I hate WINSTONS
-when mercy heals u, this doesn’t mean to tank all damage. okay? pls don’t. my healing can only keep up with so much.
-on the other hand, it’s okay if you’re trying to help mercy build up her ult as long as you’re really careful
-fuck u at bastions/pharahs/Hanzo’s, we aren’t your fucking servants
-@roadhog mains: S T O P SELF HEALING. Unless we’re in a tight situation, pls let mercy build her ult off of you
-@winston mains: when you jump back from fucking around, our main priority is healing the squishies, so chill for a minute before we can get to you
-@reinhardt: PLS KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHIELD UP THX AN D STOP CHARGING IN YOURE LEAVING MERCY BEHIND
-@torbjorns: armor pACKS FOR MERCY PLEASE. I remember this one game where the torb just kept feeding me armor packs and that’s literally the only thing that kept me alive.
-if there’s ever a living bane for mercy players that isn’t tracer or genji or Winston, it’s probably the snipers. GET RID OF THE SNIPERS. especially for actively moving mercy players like me who fly around all over the place to heal everyone, we need to be sure that we can continue to do that without being sniped out of the air
-honest to god, a relatively okay widow is a huge cockblock in my healing
-when reinhardts ult, the mercy player is probably accepting their fate, pls save us
as a mercy main, I just feel like this should be common sense. I know I’ve probably missed some points but I think this should cover most of it
So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.
I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”
I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.
The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”
Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.
The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”
I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.
Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.
It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.
I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.
She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)
We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?
My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.
So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.
Going to add this bit: I’m overweight. I’m not really big, but I’ve always had issues with my weight and the shit I get from people. I was actually getting fitted for a corset and was told I needed to go down a size. So I understand how that girl felt. I know that it’s “just a number” and it shouldn’t bother me, but that made me feel awesome.
I read every word of this and it made me want to cry and buy a corset.
Oh god this just reminds me of when i worked in theatre… we literally made a girl cry because we made her a corset that actually fit and matched everyone else’s costumes.
It broke my heart, she was just a girl! I don’t even think she was out of high school and she’d already been treated so shitty.
When I was growing up any time my brother upset/hurt/was rude to or downright nasty to me I was told “he’s just doing it to get a rise out of you” “he’s just doing it to annoy you”
Like??? I know?? I know he’s being mean to upset me. I know he’s saying horrible stuff to annoy me. And guess what?? I’m annoyed!!!!
I was literally told not to be upset, because his intentions were to upset me????
How is that not upsetting? Especially to a young girl??
THE GASLIGHTING STARTS EARLY.
As I was relentlessly bullied, I was often told not to react because the reaction was what they wanted, and that they would stop bullying me if I did not respond.
In reality, no, they just tried harder. All the advice ever taught me was to bottle up all the pent up frustration and misery, so ultimately what changed was that no-one knew how badly I was suffering.
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