Suptober25 - Day 28 - Fireworks
“Dean, I remain uncertain as to the purpose of this so-called sparkler, though I find it oddly satisfying.”
“Happy New Year Cass!”
#suptober #fireworks #destiel #destielfanart #spnart
The sarcasm with which that "Yep," drips... off the charts.
#Suptober -ers are feeling it, for sure. 😂
Suptober Day 31: Halloween!🎃🦇🕸️ #castiel #deanwinchester #samwinchester #eileenleahy #jackkline #destiel #saileen #suptober
(2/2) I managed to get out a sketch of the scene in Chapter 5 of Gripped Tight (canon-divergent, #Destiel Empty rescue fic) where Dean buries Cas's body.
#suptober #spnart #destielfic
Rowena asleep, dreaming about when she gave birth to Crowley
Trauma doesn't just disappear. You don't cling that tightly to the lifeline of power unless you remember well what it was like to be powerless and scared.
Had to draw #RowenaMacLeod my beloved for Day 15's #suptober25 prompt: Nightmare.
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First #suptober25 prompt I actually found time to do this year. Have some #destiel in a hammock for Day 13: Stargazing
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Iiiit's a neeew teeeaser!!! OooOo! #spooky
#Suptober Day 6 | Campfire
(They have sex dressed as cowboys. One of them anyway. The other is very, VERY happy to see his biggest kink come to life.)
*runs & hides* 💨
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“You fill up my senses, like this night a forest. Like new blossoms in springtime. Like a walk in the raaain! Like a storm o’er the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.” Dean’s nuzzling became a kiss to the thin, electrically sensitive skin under his ear, in the alcove behind the angel’s jaw. “You fill up my seeenses… come fill me agaaain!” Every wavelength of sound pleaded with the angel, wanting to feel him inside his body, sliding deep through his insides. Feeling the potency of Dean’s need for it alone left the angel awestruck and breathless in his arms, hardly able to keep air in his chest, and they hadn’t hardly begun to love each other yet! Dean let the guitar slide gently to the ground, getting his hand and arms under the blanket, one hand finding Cas’, the other taking hold of him by the throbbing swell of his penis and balls. With that hold he gently but firmly pulled the angel’s body hard against his, the misery of entrapment behind a wall of denim plain in his fading, moaning hum of the love song. Cas couldn’t twist ‘round to get Dean’s impassioned kisses on his lips but he tried insofar as he could. Before long Dean lips left his cheek, head falling back, his arms sliding and falling away, limp, writhing miseriously when Cas used a hold of around the back of his neck to grind his ass back against the horn-esque organ prodding him; taunting him on. Dean’s hands found his waist button and fly. In the blink of an eye there was nothing between Dean’s reaching, straining hand and the penis he wanted inside him so badly his own flesh ached in a way he hadn’t suffered for months. If he was true with himself, not for a moment in his whole lifetime through had he wanted it—along with the angel to whom it belonged—so badly. as’ hand on his moved them together on his cock, hard like he hadn’t felt it in hand before. It’s sleeve of skin stretched so taut it was hard, the firmness and burning heat of the head, straining out Continued...
of his foreskin like a wild animal chained to stake in the ground mad with ravenous hunger for the blood laden, meaty temptation being dangled before it. He could hardly massage it; it barely moved. Cas penis wasn’t just slick with the seraph’s precum, it was weeping itself wet. If it weren’t for the beading sweat tickling his lower stomach and groin between their bodies, Dean would have known himself to be worse for wear than the angel in his loving arms. A hard grind of Cas’ body against his groin sparked a nerve and Dean’s whole body jumped, going fearfully still. Castiel’s deep, thundering question shook him to his core: “Give up, yet?” Dean inhaled a trembling breath. “Yeah. Give… I give.” Somehow, he could feel Castiel smile. The angel was out from under the covers and on his feet so fast it left Dean stunned and suddenly freezing cold, yet so turned on his body was on fire. Cas stood there, blanket in one hand, the other reaching for him to haul him onto his feet. Dean lay there, unable to look away from the angel’s cock standing straight and tall, buoyed between his gorgeously full gonads. Soon, two hands were reaching for him. He reached back. Castiel seized his wrists and had him on his feet with a pull that brought his body, stiffened by torturous pleasure, to standing with inhuman ease. “I want to surprise you.” Cas said it from inches away, having captured Dean in an inexorable embrace. Dean blinked, uncomprehending yet nodding, losing his breath to shock. “Okay,” he whispered, smiling, already delirious with desire. Castiel kissed him stupid, stepped around him, and collected his hat. Unconcerned with his cock and balls basking in their new-found freedom, undeterred by the chilly night air, he strode toward the tent, collected his saddle bag and dress boots and disappeared behind their towering black companion. Shaking himself out of it, Dean dumped the water bladder into the last of the flames and embers. Continued...
Setting his hat back on his head reminded it floating away from him wouldn’t be so easy as it felt it might be. He shook the spare saddle blanket clean, folded it over his arm and marched up to the tent, his waddling gait bowlegged as it was in a fruitless effort to spare his aching dick and complaining balls. His guitar, boots, jacket, and blanket discarded to one side in the vestibule, he stepped barefoot into the tent, clicking on a flashlight. Flipping the switch on the bedside battery-powered lantern, he snuffed out the flashlight, tossing it aside to be found later. His gaze fell on the mesh pocket hanging above the head of the sleeping bags. Lube. Condoms—plenty of them. Rubbing the slime of Cas’ arousal kept moist by his sweating palms off on his jeans, uncertain of what else to do, he sat himself down on their plush sleeping bags square in front of the tent door hanging loose from the zipper track. It occurred to him in that instant Cas might get a laugh out of him laid out naked for him a la Jeff Goldblum when… A smooth, quiet ziiiiip! Tunk, tunk. Too late. He’s back… and he’s keepin’ his boots on. Jeans waist undone and fly down, on his knees with his plaid overshirt half off, Dean petrified at the sight of Castiel ducking into the tent, zipping the door closed behind him. The brim of his hat tipped mysteriously down, Castiel stood so tall as the curvature the tent wall allowed, booted feet set wide apart. Where there oughta have been pants under his chaps, there was dark, tanned skin instead. Where normally a pair of cottony white boxers preserved modesty, the shimmery dark navy-blue thong hanging from his forward thrust hips, swayed, obscenely gorgeous, filled to bursting with his handsomely erect penis and engorged sack, weighed full and low with his lover’s reward for sexing him well. A thicket of curling and twisting salt and pepper short hair refused to be restrained by the skimpy underwear, leaving Dean weak in the knees. Continued...
Dean swallowed hard at the glint off the silver star clipped onto Castiel’s chaps’ yoke. A sheriff’s badge. Cas shucked off his suit jacket. Stomach and chest… bare. Cuffs, rope, and whip hung from stainless steel horns clipped over his chaps. A colt holstered at his hip. Sweet… Jiminy JESUS. Struck dumb by the sight of his Heaven-sent lover, Dean could do little more than look and see. Sheer disbelief knocked him off his knees, had him on his ass and crawling backward on stinging elbows. Cas’ fingers slipped through the dangling steel cuffs, holding them aloft. It was Cas’ lips moving, but it was Doc Holliday’s drawl issuing from his mouth, through and through. “Been the pursuit of my storied career, outlaw. We can do this the easy way…” Castiel tossed the cuffs into his lap, flicking up the brim of hat, eyes aglow. “Or we can do this the hard way; gentleman’s choice.” The angel’s hands went to the rope and sidearm. A smirk formed on his spit shined lips. Dean’s whole being was lit up like Christmas, not the least of which was the glowing, mischievous grin on his lips. “Yer gonna need ‘em both lawdog; I ain’t comin’ in easy.” The Sheriff’s cheshire grin kindled this incredible crackling static in every nerve in his groin. Cas winked. “Can’t ride with legs tied,” the angel warned. “’Sides, if I read you right, you ain’t the runnin’ kind.” Dean chuckled. Winking and grinning, his countenance turned dark and daring. “You gonna talk me to death, lawman, or’r you gonna skin that Big Iron an’ git to work?” * Art by Winchester-Reload Alone in the wilderness, far enough from civilization to see the sky as it should be, free of light pollution and full of stars, Dean, with one hand on Cas' neck the other coming up to caress his face, pulls the angel closer. Unashamed of his open lips, waiting for Dean's kiss, he's just an inch & some away from being granted his wish. https://winchester-reload.tumblr.com/post/655801566185603072/sleep-perchance-to-dream-my-love-if-you-do
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Hoof falls drawing closer brought Cas’ attention back to here and now. “Do away with all the bells and whistles, Cas. We’re done for the day. Get comfy,” Dean said, standing there with Zeus’ reins in hand, already changed into nothing but work boots and faded, ripped jeans. The stallion stood freed from carrying everything except his saddle blanket. “I gotta mess with rinsing the salt and sweat off of this one,” he said, giving the animal firm, loving pats on the side of the neck. Walking over to stand with Dean, Cas rested a hand on the bridge of the stallion’s nose as he spoke. “Thank you, Zeus. It’s been a wonderful ride,” Cas said, turning his gaze to Dean who stood placidly, watching the two of them interact. Cas took the time to say the same to the man he loved with a kiss and a hand around his naked lower back that brought him in close. When Cas finally pulled away, Dean gave his head a shake and, blinking, caught up on his breathing. There was a definite smirk on Cas’ lips. “You’re welcome.” Dean quipped, giving Cas a quick peck in return before sending him on his way to dress down with a solid, grabbing smack on one butt cheek. “The saddle bag beside the lantern’s yours.” Unfurling a sizeable water bladder, Dean set about rinsing down the hard-worked beast. Treating Zeus to a carrot every once in a while, he treated himself to a glance at Cas’ retreating then undressing arse whensoever he could. There was no denying the wooden swell he kept having to tuck back down underneath his jeans’ waist… • Dean was a tall, lean-legged, handsome silhouette against the brilliant orange and yellow light of the campfire’s dancing flames underneath a starry, late twilight sky. Bathed clean in the mountain river, stomach full on smoked beef, buttered cornbread and apples, Dean stood with one hand on his belly, tucked under his leather jacket. Newly oiled, it smelled of beeswax and honey. Continued...
He heard Cas inhale the smell as a kiss landed just above his jacket collar on the back of his neck. The angel’s hands snuck into his jean’s pockets. Even with threadbare cloth between Cas’ hand and his penis, the touch was some potently sweet torment. Accepting Cas chin over his shoulder, he leaned his head out of the way, tipping his hat to one side. He laughed at the tickle as Cas’ seeking hand settled, going still. It was teasing, not torture. While Cas keeping his backside warm was a little slice of Heaven unto itself—the wooden heat firmly jutting up underneath his ass cheeks bein’ the cherry on top—he wanted the angel in his arms. Besides, didn’t know how much more of Cas’ fingers cupping the end of his cock he could take without tanking his staying power later. Wasn’t long until Dean glanced backward over his shoulder at the saddle blanket drying on the rock, his guitar sitting propped up against the side of it. There was music in his fingertips. The river had, over time, eroded away the riverside face of the rock, such that it now ironically resembled a beanbag chair. Stirring to life, inhaling an awakening breath, he sipped once more from their whiskey flask, naturally passing it to Castiel as he stepped out of his embrace. For hours, he’d been dying to know if the boulder was exactly as fit to recline and strum a tune in as it looked. He folded the saddle blanket in half, lowering himself into place and… hot damn; a near-perfect reclining bucket seat! A grin lit up his face as he reached for the guitar, figuring out how to git comfortable. Moving with gentle, confident grace, his fingers twanged the slow, haunting opening of Seminole Wind. Leaning heavy on one leg, hand in his jeans pocket, Mexican woven blanket draped around his shoulders, Cas took a sip of whiskey as he came closer. Seating himself on the grass and moss at Dean’s feet, he lovingly looked on as Dean played a much gentler, less rambunctious rendition of the song. Continued...
The sound caressed his hearing as easily as it enchanted the heart and loved his soul. The lilting tune died out under a soft clap of Dean palm across the strings. There was something… burning in Dean’s eyes.“Git up here.” Dean spread his legs wide, the shape of his desire full and writhing to sneak free from the denim caging it on display—inviting him in. Cas’ eyes wandered up from his groin to meet his gaze. The angel was on his feet fast, hat off and tossed down onto the rock behind his head, on one knee between Dean’s legs, kissing him with a fervor that left Dean helpless and breathless. Dean had to turn his mouth away from it to get Castiel to simmer down. “Save that for later.” His tone and breathing may have been hard, but the look in his eyes asked his angel for mercy. A quick cheshire smile ended when Cas lay a last gentle, whiskey-flavoured peck on his lips. He watched Castiel shed the blanket, his ass coming down between his thighs, snug and heavy against his crotch. Dean’s breath quietly hitched, painfully. Cas froze. Dean’s free arm snapped around his body like a striking snake, hauling the angel flush against him from shoulders to ass, his hips rolling a few quick thrusts into Castiel’s loins and lower back—welcoming him home. Cas went pliant in his arms. Dean took a shuddering breath beside his ear, relieved. “I’m okay. Pinched for a second.” Castiel brought the hand on his solar plexus to his lips. Going about spreading the blanket over them, Cas watched, mystified as Dean brought the guitar to rest into front of them, one elbow propped up on an igneous arm rest, his fingers finding their place laid out over the instrument’s strings. Dean perfected how snugly close together they lay. Going quiet and still, he leaned the side of his face into Cas' neck and head. The humming began. Cas felt his eyes begin to water. He didn’t recognize the music, but… it was a love song. The first high, light, and joyful notes of the song filled the angel’s senses…
“You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in spring time—like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses; come fill me again…” Dean hopped the music back to the beginning of the lyrics. Had to. Otherwise, he’d have had to sing through snickering mischievously into the seraph’s neck. Cas’ heart swelled in his chest. In that moment, he understood what Dean wanted from him tonight. Getting himself together, Dean played with the notes for a few seconds, segueing beautifully into, “…Come let me love you. Let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter; let me die…” Dean faltered, the note of his voice, suddenly as low and heavy and the tone and emotion in it. “in your arms. Let me lay down beside you. Let me always… be with you.” Dean crooned the words straight into the angel’s ear, punctuating the whole-hearted request with a brief kiss and nuzzle. “Come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Cas was suddenly leaning his head back against Dean’s just as hard; both hands had a firm grip of his thighs, holding them tight around his body. The best hug he could managed being the one in front. The slow, sweet, lilting song trickled off the strings like the purest snowmelt in a babbling mountain stream. Dean hummed to the music, the rich sound, thick with affection, wrapping itself around his heart and mind like a heavy warm blanket, yet light as a cloud. His lover swayed and rocked their bodies together—living metronomes obeying the music, rather than setting its time. Dean’s rutting cock and balls against his back began asking the question before the first word of it slipped through his lips. “Let me give my love to you… come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Dean’s voice was all the way down in his chest, lust-riddled; a wordless testament to need beyond thought and reason. Continued...
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Sorry I've been so quiet and non-interactive. T.T
Been working on a sweet as apple pie foreplay scene for Dean & Cas' honeymoon for the #suptober event. <3
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This fic is for the prompt of Day 12 of Suptober 2025 : sunrise/sunset (Words:1,568)
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Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day Four • Orchard “Don’t taint this ground with the colour of the past … You seem like an orchard of mines … So fragile on the inside … Tread careful; one step at a time.” Dripping Wings & Heavy Things Chapter 3 • Tread Softly Because You Tread on My Memories Fog scrambling his thoughts thinned. Dean knew full well where the blinding rage he’d nearly let loose on Castiel came from. A thing with a mind of its own, planted and thriving in the putrid soil of every awful thing he’d seen, done, and suffered. At a loss, he met Cas’ glare for moments, unable to look him in the eye thereafter, ashamed. Seeing Dean fold and offer no defence smothered the angel’s flaming anger like water. His hold on Dean’s head became gentle again. “I’m able to affect what someone feels, Dean. I’m an angel.” Cas’ intent gaze asked Dean to look at him with words unspoken. Slowly, Dean did. “If I hadn’t heard your heartbeat that first night, I would’ve thought you lie dead beside me. Your trust was absolute. I hope some of that was my doing, but not the way you’re afraid of. What happened? What’s changed?” Castiel demanded, but softly. With every word Cas spoke, Dean turned his head further away again, almost cringing. Castiel’s tone returned to its gentler register. “Dean, talk with me.” “I can’t, Cas… I can’t talk about it. Any of it,” Dean shrugged helplessly, childlike. There was too much that was too awful for words. He couldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t want to carry it alone anymore. Cornered. Unwilling to stay, unable to go. There was no way out…
“I can help y—” Snapping, Dean shoved Cas back against the side of the Impala. “You want to know? Fine! Look!” Castiel’s gaze fell for a moment as he gauged whether or not Dean’s inviting him in might inflict even more damage on the bond they shared. “Fucking look!” Dean shouted from inches away, shaking him again. Their unyielding gazes locked and stayed that way until Dean felt something give. He exhaled sharply, blinking. A single tear ran down from one of his eyes. Face devoid of comprehension, Dean wiped it away. Slowly, understanding followed. Dean couldn’t speak aloud the things he carried—not even close—but he wanted Castiel to know, to understand. Resting a comforting hand on either side of Dean’s rigid neck and jaw, Castiel guided Dean’s face back toward him and looked into him, eyes wide, drawing nearer. Castiel’s piercing gaze transfixed Dean. Somehow, it rounded off hard edges—hypnotized—made his head wobble on his neck. Had him wanting to fall in, let go, and peacefully… drown. "Where’s your brother?!” The vicious shout fractured the silent night air, despite coming from inside a motel room. Castiel walked over the empty parking space outside the window into the room. Closed, smoke-discoloured venetian blinds couldn’t keep his eyes from seeing what transpired on the other side. Dean stood close behind him and to one side, near enough he could feel his warmth. Dean scrunched his eyes closed and opened them again. The blinds were gone. He looked in on himself, witnessing the memory disembodied. He watched himself shrink back from his father as his dad took step after shuffling step closer, looking exhausted, ragged, fresh from a hunt, down into the bottom of the bottle in hand, his pupils so dilated they were almost black. The demon possessing John Winchester tonight was not one born of Hell, rather the cornfields of Tennessee. “Don’t shrug at me and tune out when I’m talking to you!” John swung. Continued...
The hit landed on the side of Dean’s head square and with full force; it took his knees out from under him. He fell back into the wall, his shoulders and the back of his head making full-on contact. The hit robbed him of any control of his arms. Couldn’t break his fall. Another blow landed on the side of his mouth. He spent weeks after this worried he’d lose a tooth. Somehow managed to salvage it. If he made too loud a sound, John hit him harder. So, he closed his stinging lips, gritted his aching teeth and kept quiet. John seemed to realize what he was doing couldn’t show. He stuck to body shots. Hits to the head landed in his, at that time, longer hair. On Dean’s raised arm. Long sleeves it was, then. I lost Sammy. When you screw up so badly it can get someone else killed, this is what happens. I deserve it. Water sprung into Dean’s eyes as he watched his father work him over from the sidewalk, through the motel wall. Suddenly, this weird vertigo got ahold of him, inexorably drawing him into the room even though his feet stayed in place on the pavement. No. No, no! His heart started beating frantically, fear he’d never shown before had the muscles in his face and neck taut, his eyes wide, and tears falling without his eyelids having to move at all. He would have given anything not to be inside this memory again, but felt powerless to stop it. Cas’ arm came up in front of him, his forearm against his belly—he jumped at the touch—and, in an instant, the vertigo and fear disappeared. The gravity dragging him back into being that boy inside all over again had been severed with what seemed an odd, surprising finality. He turned his head to watch Cas watching him—them?—without pity or condolence, taking it in, unblinking. Never look away from suffering. Bobby’s words echoed in his mind. The corner of Dean’s lips turned up as he looked fondly over the angel’s profile. A blunt, aching feeling took a squeezing hold of his heart. Continued...
Castiel stood, watching, as the man Dean loved, trusted, and idolized lay down a beating on his son—his baby boy—that would kill Dean if he didn’t stop. Then, he did. His hand went still, cocked back in the air. Dean found his feet again, the way he always did, as John turned and stumbled away, summoning every scrap of restraint he could muster. “Get out.” Dean looked up at his father, bewildered. John would lay one on him then send him to another room, out to the car, or somewhere out of mind if out of sight wasn’t possible, needing to pretend he didn’t exist for a while, but never… “Where am I gonna go?” “I don’t know and I don’t care.” The words hit Dean in the face like a slap. “Uh… I need to—” …wash the blood off before I go. He tried to say it, but the look on John’s face kept his mouth closed better than wearing an iron mask. John lumbered up to him and brought his face in close to the quivering boy’s, looking him in the eye, daring him to flash the faintest hint of defiance at him. “Get the fuck out. Or I’ll kill you.” The words hit harder than any physical punishment he’d ever taken. Dean felt something in him shatter. Hurting so badly and thoroughly, it was impossible to pinpoint what it was. Stunned speechless, unable to look his dad in the eye, Dean made one foot move, then the other. He almost forgot his jacket with keys and wallet in the pockets on the way out. He walked out the door feeling as though he was swimming through the air, dazed and untethered. He felt the body he lived in, the clothing he wore, his plasticky, numb skin, the blood pooling in bruises underneath and drying on it, didn’t feel real. The world around him didn’t feel like something substantial enough to hold on to, not anymore. John passed out on Dean’s bed within minutes. He never remembered what happened that night. Perhaps because it was easier for his conscience that way. Continued...
#Suptober Day Four • Orchard
“Don’t taint this ground with the colour of the past…You seem like an orchard of mines…So fragile on the inside…Tread careful; one step at a time.”
Teaser • Chapter 3 • Tread Softly Because You Tread on My Memories.
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Suptober25 Day Two: Picnic
This one is bloody and has racial slurs but don’t worry, Dean and Cas shut them up
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I love suptober!!!
Here we go with the first gem
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It's the most wonderful time of the year!!! Give the #suptober account a follow and tune in to all the wonderful things the fandom cranks out for Suptober 2025!!
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Suptober 2025 1. Pumpkin 2. Picnic 3. Garden 4. Orchard 5. Lost 6. Campfire 7. Surprise 8. Fortune Telling 9. Rainstorm 10. Power Outage 11. Blanket Fort 12. Sunrite/Sunset 13. Star-gazing 14. Can you hear me? 15. Nightmare 16. Freckles 17. Crossover 18. Seance 19. Flying 20. Haunted 21. Ladies of SPN 22. Undercover 23. Carnival 25. Cemetery 26. Witchcraft 27. Baking 28. Fireworks 29. Closer 30. Decorating 31. Halloween
Yay - here are the #SUPTOBER Prompts for this year
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I feel like I should clarify: ch. 5 is 5.9k so far. There's probably another 1.5k-2k to tack on to that. Ch. 6, being released at the exact same time, is already completely written and 9k words in length.
So, I'm very likely to have 17k words ready for you to get cozy with this #Suptober. #destiel
Hey, everyone!!
Ch. 5 is 5.9k words. I have another 1.5-2k & just two last major plot points to write until what's already "on paper" is stitched together. <3
Aiming for #Suptober release. I'm also hoping there'll be a prompt in @wigglebox.bsky.social's #Suptober that gives us a date ;)
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Made this for Suptober, using the prompt "prayer", and I knew I HAD to do this with Dean and Cas.
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