#how do you know if your engine is going bad

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Nobody else at the party had seen when the boy had left, just knew that he did when Vlad Masters had thrown a fit looking for him. Luckily for the guests, a friend (?) of the boy had made him aware of the fact that he had left via taxi, Miss Samantha Mason.

The Waynes had stuck together since the boy had injured Mr. Drake-Wayne, wary but continuing the party, minus Mr. Drake-Wayne himself and Mr. Grayson.

Now, Tim and Dick were in a bathroom near their rooms, cleaning up Tim's slowly bleeding nose. Kid had a surprisingly good punch.

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"I just, I don't get it? What could Masters be up to that his ward is willing to physically harm someone as high-profile as us just to stop him? We have no idea how he got his wealth, but his ward does, and instead of telling someone he's just stopping them from interacting with him. Why? How shady is it? Is he holding something over his ward? Why go through all this trouble?"

Dick shrugged, not paying much attention to Tim's rambling. It all came down to the same question anyway. Why did Masters ward do what he did the way he did it?

Tim sighed. Dick told him what he overheard as soon as he was able to pull Tim away from the party, texting the rest of the family a summary separately.

"Y'know," Dick began, leaning on the sink, "There is a way to find the answers to your questions.."

Tim looked over suspiciously at Dicks mischievous tone of voice. "Hm?"

"Ask." Tim blinked blankly at his brother. "Make a file for him, find where you can find him, run into him, talk, then ask. Seems pretty easy to me."

The smirk on his older brother's face spelled nothing good, but Tim was secretly planning a way to meet his punch-boy again anyway. He side-eyes his brother.

"Hm." He looked back at the mirror. "...Maybe."

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Daniel Jonathan Nightengale Fenton. Masters (maybe).

Tim. Liked. The name. Mhm. Yep.

Daniel is 16 years old and was born in Amity Park, Illinois, to doctors Jack and Madaline Fenton. Currently lives in Wisconsin, as the ward of Vladimir Masters. His sister is attending a University in Metropolis for psychology on a scholarship next fall. Has expressed interest in moving in with her on social media. Has other connections with Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley, the daughter of a wealthy family and an expected scholarship student to MIT. No other notable connections. Has also expressed interest in space exploration on social media, but has mentioned being unable to due to health issues (*Come back to this later, Tim), and has mentioned wanting to go into engineering instead.

There was other stuff Tim found about Daniel when stalking looking into him, but this was what he found important.

If he was able to move in with his sister, the chances of Tim meeting him again increased drastically.

And well, a little hacking never hurt anybody.

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Danny was fucking ecstatic.

Ellie had offered, very casually so it was obviously set up, but whatever, to watch over Vlad for him so he could stay with Jazz, at least for a little while. Danny felt kind of bad about it, felt like he was using his big sister, but she had been the one to offer and was very insistent. And that was before he was stuck with Vlad and...

Danny was happy with his sister. She got a full scholarship to the school of her dreams, of course he's happy! And they get to live in a really nice apartment because it's in Metropolis!

So, yeah. Danny's happy. Plus, now he's finally got a job.

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Tim.... might be going a little overboard.

Whatever, Kons not saying anything so Tim's not going to stop.

.....Maybe he'll only bring 50 of the 100 roses.

Anyways, Tim was waiting a block away from the small diner Daniel worked at in his car, consistently checking the time for when he should go inside.

....It wasn't stalking, shut up....

Tim got out of the car with 50 of the roses and walked into the diner casually, knowing that it closed in 20 minutes.

....Maybe he should have come sooner. Whatever.

When he walked in though, it was apparently in the middle of a robbery. Where Danny was decking the robber as he jumped over the counter.

The place was silent as the attempted-robber passed out with one hit.

Tim cleared his throat.

"Ah, Daniel, I know we met only once, but I’d really like to get to know you better." There's music in Tim's inner thoughts that soften, and Tim holds out the roses for Danny. "Would you please go on a date with me?"

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

[elodieunderglass]

this feels like a strange question but in light of your info about how jockeys don't usually know or train with the horses they race on - what are jockeys..... for? what is the jockey doing that the horse couldn't be trained to do independently? does a good or bad jockey make a significant difference to how well a given horse does in a race?

Right?!

In a way, asking what the jockey’s for also asks the question of “why race horses?” Why do it at all, and why horses?

We sort of do it because horses are fast and exciting, and because they do what we tell them, even though it’s not in their nature. Because it’s not their nature, they have a jockey.

I’ve put this under a “Keep Reading” to save your dash.

Horses could be trained to race by themselves to some extent, but it wouldn’t be like greyhound racing - greyhounds are sighthounds, running perfectly reasonable dog software on top of ancient and serviceable dog hardware, practicing a variation of hunting behaviour. Horses wouldn’t do this; they have little desire to chase a mechanical rabbit. they have even less plan than a greyhound about what they’d do if they caught it. (Also, in terms of animal welfare, greyhound racing isn’t widely celebrated; loose animals running around aren’t better off than controlled ones.)

Racing-to-find-a-winner is not herding behaviour, even though some horses do seem to possess a natural interest in the topic. You could train some of them to understand better, and that’s what racehorse training is, but the way we have of training that is to put someone on their back to explain to them what their job is, so it all becomes circular anyway. Why do it? Why not? Why do humans race horses? Why race horses? We could just race snails; it’d be cheaper!

One answer is that when horses just Go, it isn’t super Fun. They mostly Go to pieces.

The jockey is the pilot, or software, who understands the situation and has a goal to achieve. The horse is not an engine, but a thinking animal; they have their own goals and interests, which are often satisfied by just running around in a predator-confusing fashion with their friends for 2 minutes, and then crashing into a car, eating hot chips and lying. Most of them do not really care how long 3 minutes is, what a mile means, what “pacing” is, or what “winning” is. They just have Go, and so they do that for a bit, and then fuck off.

I guess another metaphor would be Mario Kart. There are various combinations of automated and human players in a game of Mario Kart, and if racing was just about going fast, the fastest vehicle should always win. But a decent human player can beat the NPCs even if the human hasn’t bothered min/maxxing a vehicle, just because they can be moderately smart about how to race. An adult can often beat a child at Mario Kart, even if the adult takes a much worse vehicle, because in theory, brains/experience/strategy/planning factor into “who wins a race,” and we LIKE that.

Same with car racing. Why not just race autonomous vehicles? In F1, where they build their own cars, why not include the driving software in the design? Or why not remote-control them? Why bother strapping a poor driver into a flameproof suit? Fans will tell you it’s strategy. The human driver uses tactics and responsiveness and skill - but, below all this, the dark red thread of the human is risking their life and we like that.

In theory, jockeys are more intelligent than thoroughbreds, and have more of a plan: setting pace, knowing what time is, changing strategy, evaluating stamina, conducting the horse safely through traffic and over jumps, and adding a complicating element of human interest. In practice, it’s believed that they have relatively little influence on race outcomes - a bad jockey on a good horse can win or lose a race; a good jockey on a bad horse usually just loses; oh, what the hell, let’s just race snails instead - but without the jockeys, you’d have to change the name of the sport to Horses Wandering Around A Carpark Kicking Lumps Off Each Other.

Here is a bunch of baby steeplechasers practicing the concept of Go in such a way that nobody gets to Go at all. After the un-mounted Snow Dragon wipes out most of the other horses and jockeys, all of the loose horses go faster without the weight of their riders, but after an initial show of interest in the concept, the loose horses all lose interest and focus.

It was funny (because nobody was hurt) but it wasn’t what anyone really wanted. In theory, that’s what the jockey is for: they’re supposed to be the adult, in a game where you can win by doing that.

But none of it has to be happening, any more than Investments need to be Managed, you know? It would also be fine if we didn’t! Michael O’Sullivan, an Irish jockey, just died racing this very week and there’s the dark red thread again: the human is risking their life.

The consumption of animal and human in an ancient sport is fascinating and visceral and compelling; but you’re right to question it; none of it has to be that way.

As for the second half of your question: a bad jockey can make a good horse lose. A good jockey cannot make a bad horse win. But most people and most horses are not particularly exceptional, or particularly anything at all; they are just workers running in a circle.

Top jockeys on average horses win more often than other people on average horses. Top jockeys and champions exist, with year-on-year records and recorded material evidence of their decision-making and risks paying off, indicating that there’s consistency of winning across skill and experience that makes their success better-than/random; it would be worth doing a study controlling for the fact that top people are offered the best mounts.

It’s a test of horsemanship, too. Achieving flow - nonverbal command of an animal and fellow athlete, and sympathy together, such that they respect and trust you - having just met the animal - is an achievement of many skills, and if you broke a jockey’s skills down into different types, most ordinary people couldn’t do any of them. No core strength, no balance, bad hands, bad posture, no sense of body positioning, no internal timer, no ability to psychically mind-meld with an unhinged animal you don’t know personally… they’re all fairly rare, and it’s something else to make it complex and interesting for people who like that sort of thing.

Personally, I just like Killie’s little problems and the drama around them. The racing industry itself could collapse tomorrow, rendering Killie’s story historical fiction, and I’d be just as happy.

[rabotimagines]

"Transaction" GN BOT Reader x Soundwave, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Megatron

Summary: He'd been walking down one of the nemesis hallways when he'd heard a noise that drew his attention down one of the more secluded pathways. He'd followed the sound to figure out who was back where they shouldn't be only to find you self servicing.

Warnings: Dubious consent for Skywarp and Megatron, Smut MDNI 🔞, Mild gun play for Megatrons part (I GUESS?), Megatron being Megatron.

G1 characters: Soundwave, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Megatron

Genre/Theme: Smut 🔞

Notes: I was originally wanting to write this as Obsessed! Cons like with the autobot version of this scenario, but that just DID NOT end up happening as I wrote it. So the characters are just down bad for reader instead of Obsessed. Gn Con bot reader so both spike and valve are used!

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Soundwave is hitting the record function on his optical band as soon as he hears someone trying to be quiet. Good blackmail is always just around the corner on the nemesis. He wouldn't miss that opportunity even now. And then Soundwave sees you and his proccessor stalls for a solid klick. You were- you're pumping your spike faster and faster. Soundwave speechlessly watches you overload with a moan. You shoot ropes of transfluid onto your own chassis, and Soundwave is suddenly very glad to not have a travel based alt mode. Because if he had an engine, it would have revved loud and hard at the sight. Instead what involuntarily ends up sounding out of Soundwave, is a high-pitched noise from one of his speakers. You both jump at the noise, and Soundwave looks back up to make optical contact with you.

You're cursing up a storm- and on your pedes- and marching over to him- and (your array is still out-) Soundwave doesn't know what his next course of action should be. So he freezes as you march up to him and you tell Soundwave you want that recording. And you know he doesn't just drop blackmail for nothing. Which, no Soundwave did not. Frankly, if this was any bot else, he'd essentially own them for the level of trouble they'd be in for self servicing out here. And Soundwave does want you- but more importantly, he needs you to want him back. So he does away with the idea of using it as blackmail. It wouldn't genuinely entice you to him if he blackmailed you. Then you offer to- Soundwaves optical band brightens when he processes what you'd just said. You're offering to- suck his spike in exchange for the video? Soundwaves processor lags, but he does realize you are being completely serious about your offer. Soundwave was going to say no. This was not the way he had wanted to first be intimate with you. (Even when Soundwave wanted you so badly, it ached-)

Abruptly, you drop to your knees. Soundwave stands up straight and almost backs up when your servos grab at his thighs. You look right up at him and say Soundwave is going to give you the recording. And Soundwave suddenly cannot find it in himself to deny you. "Affimative." Soundwave bites out before letting his modesty panel pull back. His already hard spike pressurizes without a nano-klick to waste. Your attention goes right to his spike, and you immediately start running your glossia along the underside of its length. You dragged your glossia from the base all the way to the tip, and a throaty noise echoed out of himself, watching you do it. Your servo wraps around the base of his spike, and you pump him twice. Soundwave has to fight not to buck into your touch- Then Soundwave has to fight not to offline when you decide to suddenly swallow his entire spike in one go.

Soundwaves servos fly up to your helm and grasp on. A shaky groan escapes him, and he's completely caught off guard by how feverish the inside of your mouth is around his spike. You're doing this well enough. You've certainly had some type of practice- Soundwave can barely finish the thought before his proccessor scrambles itself when your glossia circles the underside of his spike. A deep bassy sound echos out of Soundwave when you pull back, and then drop your helm back down till your derma touch where your fist is still gripping the base of his spike. Soundwave lately turns his record function back on the next time you pull away from his spike. Your glossia lapping along the underside of his length the whole way back down- Soundwaves digits tighten on your helm.

Soundwave jolts when your other servo slips between the mesh of his valve. Two of your digits are sliding inside of him before he realizes it. Soundwave grunts, feeling how you're pressing into him- and he finds himself wondering how it would feel if it was your spike and not your digits. You swallow around his spike, and Soundwaves hips twitch forward lightly. Soundwave- Soundwave was going to overload down your intake at this rate, and he was going to do that soon. Especially with how he couldn't look away from how you were working his array-

Your digits start thrusting in and out of Soundwaves valve, and his pre lubricant quickly starts dripping down his own inner thighs. You're bumping your helm faster and faster- your glossia continuously dragging and lapping along the underside and length of his spike. Soundwaves' own noises are getting louder, and he's having more trouble keeping himself in control- and then you make optical contact. You don't look away when you pull your servo off the base of his spike and then swallow Soundwaves spike all the way down to his pelvis. You swallow heavy around him, and your digits curl inside his valve- and Soundwave is overloading directly down your intake with a shaking groan. You swallow his transfluid as well as you can- but some still spills down the corner of your mouth and down your chin. You only pull away when Soundwave starts shaking from the after effects of his own overload.

Soundwaves plating is lightly rattling on his own frame, but he can think better now that his arousal had shimmered down. Soundwave will create an internal data chip with the video of you self servicing. And he will thank you, and Soundwave will leave- You kiss the head of his spike tip gingerly, and every bit of that plan goes sailing violently out of Soundwaves helm. You jolt this time when Soundwave drops to his knees. Soundwave grabs you and yanks you forward against himself. Soundwaves servo wraps itself around both of your spikes. You grunt when Soundwave starts stroking you both off simultaneously.

You try to say anything, but Soundwave cuts you off. "Transaction completed. New query. Soundwave returns favor?" Soundwave needed to hear you overload again, but he needed to be the cause of it this time.

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Thundercracker wants to turn around and go back about his own business when he hears someone trying and failing to stay quiet. Somebody being up to some slag already didn't put a good feeling into Thundercracker. But he knows it could be Skywarps jackaft doing something stupid. And those plans had a tendency to rebound back to Thundercracker. So Thundercracker sighs and squares his pauldrons encase its slagging Blitzing or something and makes his way around to see what's happening. And he sees you- and his wings slack behind himself, and he balks. Because you're-

Thundercrackers' optics cycle multiple times, and it still takes a klick for him to realize you're actually doing what he thinks you're doing. Thundercrackers optics widen and brighten when they zero in on how you've got your servos working your hard spike and your dripping valve- your speed picks up before long and Thundercrackers wings jerk as he speechlessly watches you overload all over yourself. Both Thundercrackers engines rev of their own accord before he can stop them, and it is- deafeningly loud in the silence. You jolt, and your helm whips up, and you make optical contact instantly.

"Uh-" Thundercrackers voice catches in his throat, and he genuinely does not know what he should do next. Then you're up on your pedes and marching over to him with your array still out- Thundercrackers optics finally snap away from your array when you're jabbing him in the cockpit with a digit. And you demand to know what he wants to keep his mouth shut. "I- what? No- No. I'm not gonna say anything." Thundercracker plainly states the truth. But you pointedly say it doesn't work that way. Which- he can't argue against it because it definitely doesn't work that way... especially not for cons. You didn't just do something for someone without some type of benefit. Then you say you'll make him overload if he shuts up. Thundercracker thinks his audials are glitching, so he just cycles his optics. And then you close the gap, and you're shoving your servo between his thighs-

Your servo cups his modesty panel, and Thundercracker chokes back a whine. You're asking if that's okay and Thundercrackers panel is pulling back by itself. Next thing Thundercracker knows, he's bracing his gauntlets against the wall with you pressing against his back. Your servo is stroking his spike with purpose. Thundercracker gasps when your thumb smears his own pre fluid over the head of his spike. You pull off his back slightly, and your glossia laps in between the sensitive gaps at the base of his wings. And a throaty groan that rattles Thundercrackers own cockpit sounds out of him.

Your servo twitches before you pull away completely, and Thundercracker almost whirls around and hoists your leg up and spikes you right there where you're both standing. But your servos are on his hips and you tell him to hold on, so Thundercracker does even though he needs you- He hears you shift but Thundercracker is not prepared when your glossia is suddenly lapping right against his valve entrance. Thundercracker curses when you just reach around and wrap your servo back around his spike again. Your glossia laps hard against his entrance before you actually push it inside of Thundercrackers valve and- oh Primus- Why are you being so good to him? Frag, he didn't think your first time would be like this. He'd imagined something less filthy than nearly public overloads. (Maybe he'd thought about doing it in the woods once or twice after sparing with you, but not this.)

Thundercrackers servos clench hard against the wall, and you speed up. Causing his pre lubricant to slick your servo to the point, it's squelching every time you pump him. Thundercracker has a harder and harder time keeping himself quiet the longer your glossia is playing with his entrance and your fists working his spike. Thundercracker can feel his overload about to hit him, and you suddenly use your free servo to slowly roll his hard exterior node in time with your other servo- and Thundercracker overloads with a shout. You just keep working his frame through his overload, and he's panting and pressing back against your faceplate by the end of it. Finally, you pull away from his valve and spike and Thundercracker huffs in vents.

You suddenly say you're gonna go and Thundercrackers helm shoots up and he turns around just to see you starting to walk away from him- and then his arms are wrapped tight around your frame and dragging you back against himself. You shout and push against him, but Thundercracker holds you tighter. "Wait- wait! No favors, but can we- can we keep going?" Thundercracker practically begs, and he can't even feel too ashamed about doing it. His spark throbs in his chasiss and Thundercracker needed you so badly.

You can't just finally give yourself to him and then walk away- you couldn't. Thundercrackers engines are both purring against you when he does reach for one of your legs to hoist high. He's pressing his frame further against you, waiting for your response. "I'll- I'll even owe you instead just- please don't stop." 

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Skywarp creeps around the corner when he hears someone trying to be quiet. He could scare someone, or he could get dirt on someone doing something they shouldn't be and have a con owe him something for keeping his mouth shut. Either option means Skywarp gets something out of it. So he sneaks around till he finally manages to find the source. And he stops dead in his place when he's sees you just sitting there self servicing like nobody's business.

Skywarp's optics reset, and he actually realizes he's really seeing you with your array out. Fat, delicious looking spike being pumped through your own fisted servo. Plush wet valve barely peeking out from where you were sitting. Skywarps engines practically purr in excitement. Skywarp also doesn't think, he just does and is warping behind you almost immediately. You were against the wall, so his warp shoves you forward enough to accommodate him, and you shout his designation in surprise. (He needs to hear you shout it on purpose!). You try and elbow him in the chassis, but Skywarp just wraps his arms tight around your middle from behind and yanks you against him.

"Stop struggling! Maybe you're stupid enough to self-service out here, but I don't think you're stupid enough to reject a helping servo!" Skywarp growls against your audial and slips one servo to grab your spike. You jerk and still at his touch on your array. You grunt when Skywarp starts stroking heavy pumps up and down your spikes length. You sigh and finally stop struggling and even lean against him slightly. Skywarp coos and pulls you closer to himself- which ends up with you now in his lap. Your em field is lightly pressing against his own, like you're not sure about it. (Aren't sure about what!? How can you be unsure about this?) Skywarps spike was already ready to go the nano klick he saw you, but now he's throbbing against his own panel!

Skywarp lets his modesty panel pull back and bites back a whine when he realizes he has to pull away from you if he wants it pressurizing right. Skywarp decides not to do that because he really likes how you're sighing and now pressing back against him more. Skywarp rests his chin over your pauldron and watches your spike disappear and reappear in his fist. You were dripping pre lubricant all over yourself and Skywarps servo! Skywarp laughs when you jerk against him when he speeds up. Your hips start bucking up against Skywarps servo, and you're cursing. And Skywarp knows this is the hottest thing he's seen in all his function- and that was saying something! Skywarp presses harder against your back, wanting to be closer- maybe inside you, maybe you inside him- but he needed to be closer!

You're getting louder, and Skywarp gets faster, wanting to make you louder and louder- you moan and jerk against his hold again, and then you're shooting your transfluid all over his servo and your own lap. Skywarp grins at the sight and keeps pumping your spike through your overload. Skywarp laps his glossia along the covering of your audial when you start sounding more pathetic from his continued touching. (He could get you louder! Just you wait!) Skywap finally stops to reach a digit up to lightly tease the tip of your spike head. You grunt, and Skywarp finally pulls away from your spike. Watching the string of transfluid that sticks to his digit pad.

Skywarps servos then move to run under your thigh guards. Skywarp then hefts you upwards in his lap. (He still does this on the off chance you're bigger than him. Primus, bless that war frame strength.) Skywarp sighs heavy when his spike finally pressurizes properly right under your aft. Skywarp then he rubs the length of his spike along the wet folds of your valve. Skywarp groans when your valve practically drenches his length just from the rut alone. You grunt under the touch, but don't say anything. So Skywarp shifts till the head of his spike catches on your calipers. His spike twitching heavy against your valve entrance. "How 'bout some help for some help? Sounds fair, don't it?"

Primus, he wants to frag you till neither of ya could overload anymore... Skywarp could do that now, though, couldn't he?

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Megatron scoffs and instantly turns on a pede to follow what sounds like someone failing to stay quiet. He was the Decepticon leader. And as their leader, Megatron knew spark damned well how many Decepticons had more than the tendency to be fools of the higher caliber. And he wouldn't let tomfoolery slip him by, especially when it was happening right under his olfactory. Megatron would deal out rightful punishments befitting whatever those transgressions where. Then Megatron stops dead in his tracks, and his optics widen when he's greeted by you- and you're-

... Oh, how delightfully convenient for Megatron when he finds you self servicing in the corner of the nemesis. Megatron watches both your servos. One jerking your spike, the other teasing the entrance of your own valve. Your sounds are light and airy, and your optics are so very bright. Megatron savors it and watches every little drag of your own touch. Then your vents pick up, and your optics screw shut, and that is when Megatron finally makes himself known.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" You rightfully jolt harshly when Megatron starts talking. Megatron watches your expressions shift quickly before you try to apologize and cover your pent-up array from him. And that wouldn't do now, would it? "I had believed I was commanding Decepticon warriors. Not perverts who couldn't control themselves better." Megatron closes the distance between you and watches trepidation settle on your faceplate. Megatron then reaches out, and you clearly brace for him to rightfully strike you, but instead, he only grabs your chin and yanks your gaze back towards him. "You'll need an appropriate punishment for indulging in such debauchery so inappropriately... now, won't you?" He smirks when your optics widen.

Which is how, in only a few klicks, you end up on your knees with Megatrons pede shoved in between your thighs. Megatron pushes his pede higher, watching you grind your soaked valve further against it. You're riding his pede close enough that your spike is also grinding against his leg. Rutting against his leg like a blasted undisciplined cyberhound. (You could be Megatrons cyberhound.) Megatron, paying rapt attention to every noise and reaction he draws out of you just with his pede. Every gasp, every grunt, every sound of pleasure.

So he notices when you look away, clearly ashamed of what he was making you do.

Megatron crooks the muzzle of his cannon under your chin and uses it to tilt your faceplate back up towards him. You jerk, being point blank against the opening of his weapon, and your delightfully bright optics find his immediately. Megatron smiles at the quick moment of panic you'd let slip through. He wouldn't shoot you. But you didn't know that. "Optics up, soldier." Megatron remarks and is pushing his pede higher. You grunt and continue rutting down like he'd initially instructed you do. You're making a mess out of his pede and leg with your arrays pre lubricant now. And Megatron wonders if he should either drag you into his private wash racks or order you to clean up the mess with your own glossia.

Megatrons spike is throbbing against his own panel, but he doesn't plan on using it just yet. This was actually a punishment for your perverted crime. (Even if he is picking you apart for Megatrons' own pleasure.) And Megatron definitely wants to punish you further, but the desire to finally see you overload for him vastly outweighs the former. So he crooks his pede even higher, his spike twitching hard behind his panel when a whine slips out of you. "Overload then, soldier." The muzzle of Megatrons cannon still keeps your faceplate tilted up towards him. So Megatron watches as your optical ridge furrowed and your optics brighten further.

At his order, you grind down twice more before your digits latch out and grab onto Megatrons leg (Megatrons own optics brighten just a touch from it). A groan manages to slip out of your vocalizor, and the sound makes Megatron want to reach down and spike you immediately. But instead, he enjoys the sight of you overloading, riding his pede, and grinding your still twitching spike against his leg. Primus above you actually look more than dear like this. Panting, with your array soaked in your own transfluid. Megatron hums and pulls his cannon away from your chin. Megatron then reaches down to run a servo across your helm. "Not bad... for your first punishment." Megatron let's his smirk curl into a smile when you realize what he'd said. Megatron was going to enjoy you in every way he could now that you'd generously given him the opportunity to do so.

But first Megatron needed to move you both to his chambers. He wasn't against letting his Deceptions know you were rightfully his- far from it. But none of them needed to see you in this manner of state. This was for Megatrons optics only.

[exhaustedpirate]

take a chance, take a chance

day 16 of @bucktommyfluffebruary (going to combine day 15 with day 20) buck and tommy meet like in canon but there's never a realisation for buck and he just keeps being "friends" with tommy!

rated G | 1475 words also on AO3

“You’re never gonna believe the meme Tommy just sent me!” Buck laughs as he prepares himself to show his phone screen to his team during lunch.

Only to be met with raised eyebrows and a knowing smirk.

“What?”

“This is like the fifth time in the last hour you’ve shown us an hilarious meme Tommy sent you.” Eddie points out with the piece of grilled broccoli head in his fork.

“Well, Tommy is funny.” Buck pouts clutching his phone to his chest.

Hen and Chimney share a look and he almost doesn’t wanna know what that’s all about.

“The other day you spent the whole of your lunch hour talking to him about flightless birds.” Ravi mentions with his mouth full and ignoring Bobby’s amusedly displeased look.

“We had the same lunch hour a-and he asked.” Buck starts to feel that nervous jitter in his stomach. 

Is he being too much? No, Tommy asked him. Tommy always gets that look in his eyes when Buck tells him about topics he doesn’t know about. Maybe he’s faking it? Being nice? Humouring him? He wouldn’t, right?

Bobby’s heavy hand on his shoulder tears him away from his panic-inducing thoughts. 

“Don’t listen to them, kid,” Bobby looks at him with so much affection that it helps settle some of his nerves. “I’m glad to see you so happy.”

“He’s right, Buckaroo,” Chim swallows his food before continuing. “You’ve had such bad luck with your girlfriends, I’m glad you found a boyfriend who cares about you so much.”

“You know,” Hen points with her glass of water. “Maybe we could go on a double date? Next time we have a 48 off.”

Oh.

Wait.

“Oh, Tommy and I aren’t-”

They get interrupted by a literal cat in a tree. It does nothing to stop Buck from playing through the lunch conversation in his head. Scrolling through their text conversations - taking note of the amount of heart emojis they send each other, that *Buck* initiated -, remembering their phone calls, the times they chilled at Tommy’s watching movies - Buck’s head on Tommy’s shoulder because it’s comfortable, the other man’s arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. The way Tommy’s hand always finds his lower back when they go somewhere, the way their shoulders bump into one another when they walk because they aren’t leaving any space between them. How comfortable he felt around the older man, how at ease, how happy.

“Buck?” 

His head whips to Bobby, standing at his side, clearly having called him several times before. His Captain’s eyes widen and he can only imagine what he sees in Buck’s face, if the crazed feeling in his chest reflects on his face. 

“We’re done here,” Bobby says slowly, pointing over his shoulder towards where Eddie and Chim are putting their gear away. “We’re heading back so we can go home.”

Buck looks at his phone, their shift just ended. He takes hold of Bobby’s arm, feels his nails digging into the fabric of his turnouts.

“I-I need a favor.”

And something must really be showing on Buck’s face because Bobby is quick to nod. “Anything, kid.”

So, after ten minutes of bouncing his leg up and down on the back of the engine under the questioning gazes of his teammates, he gets dropped off at Harbor. Buck’s out of his seat before the fire truck fully stops. 

“Buck?” 

“What’s going on?”

“Is everything okay?”

Buck turns back to his team, their confused looks full of worry and takes a deep breath. What is he doing?

“It’s, uhm, everything’s okay, I just-” Buck pulls on the sleeves of his turnout. What is he doing? “I’ll meet you guys later, o-okay?”

“Bu-” Eddie starts before Hen elbows him, a knowing look in her eyes and Buck feels itchy. “What?”

“See you later, Buckaroo.” Chimney winks at him and Buck feels hot, nodding before closing the truck’s door.

What is he doing?

The 217 is not on a call, he asked Maddie on the way, his fingers fumbling on the keyboard several times. Buck nods stiffly in greeting as he passes by the confused stares of everyone and he doubts himself a million times with every step - he is still in his turnouts, he feels red and flushed, he feels wrong.

“Evan?”

Tommy calls his name, a wide surprised grin when he notices him walking through the large open gates of the industrial-style building. 

Buck falters in his steps. The sun is descending on the horizon behind Tommy as he cleans his hands on a rag, dark blue flight suit unzipped down to his waist and tied around it, white LAFD shirt tight against his chest and arms.

He feels his heart pound against his chest, recognises that it did the same thing the night they met but had put it down as jitters for the helicopter heist they were about to commit. He feels himself growing hot inside his clothes and remembers all the times he put it down as exertion or weather. He feels that fluttering in his stomach and remembers all the times he put it down as excitement or anxiety.

God, he’s been so clueless.

“Evan,” Tommy calls again and Buck resumes his walk, thankful that the other man seems to be doing maintenance alone. “Is everything okay?”

What if-No.

“A-are we dating?” Buck blurts out and feels the blood rush up to his head, feels lightheaded.

“W-What?” Tommy stammers with wide eyes and Buck sees it, sees the hope, the yearning, and he really hopes it’s not just wishful thinking.

Here goes nothing.

With a long step, Buck backs Tommy into the helicopter, hiding them away from the curious glances of his crew. They’re so close, chest to chest, and Buck can’t look away from Tommy’s wide bright eyes.

“E-Evan…” Tommy whispers, almost like a plea.

With a courage he didn’t know he was capable of, Buck cups Tommy’s cheek, his touch soft, giving Tommy the chance to pull away, to stop him. Tommy doesn’t, instead Buck feels him swallow as his eyes wander over his face, looking, searching.

“Chim called you my boyfriend,” Buck whispers and Tommy inhales sharply, running his tongue over his lips and, not for the first time, Buck finds his eyes tracing the movement - clueless. 

“Yeah?”

Buck nods slowly, never taking his eyes off Tommy’s lips, the other man’s hand finds his hip under his turnouts. “It-It made me think that we’ve been basically dating this whole time without knowing.”

“I knew,” Tommy confesses in a quiet tone and Buck’s eyes whip up to meet his. “At the beginning, I thought we were dating but you, uhm, you never made a move so I assumed you weren’t interested.” He shrugs helplessly and Buck’s heart aches.

“I didn’t know I was,” Buck places his free hand on Tommy’s chest, feeling his heart pound against his palm. “Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

Tommy’s answer is to break the space between them, pressing their lips together, swallowing the content sigh Buck expels. His hand moves to the back of the other man’s neck while Tommy’s arms wrap around his waist. The pounding of Buck’s heart gets faster, he feels hotter than before, the butterflies in his stomach threaten to come out through his mouth.

He is still in his turnouts, he feels red and flushed, he feels...so right.

Tommy lets out a pleased moan and it’s like a piece of a puzzle finding its perfect spot, it’s the warmth of a blanket, the refreshing sea air on a hot day. It’s everything.

They pull away when they need to breathe but press their foreheads together, to stay in each other’s space, eyes closed. Tommy’s arms still holding him close to his body, Buck’s fingers threading through his hair.

“T-Tommy?”

The other man hums and Buck feels it in his own chest, the corners of his lips ticking up.

“Go out on a date with me? For real this time?”

Tommy pulls away and Buck blinks his eyes open to the other man’s bright smile, his eyes so fond he could melt at the sight.

“I’d love to.”

And, now that he knows what this light feeling in his chest means, Buck can pull Tommy into a kiss, a simple press of their lips that makes all the time they wasted feel like it wasn’t a waste at all. It might have taken them two months to get there but they got to know each other in a way he never got in his previous relationships. 

Now, when he kisses Tommy, he feels like he knows him, like he knows he’s moments away from falling in love. And as Tommy looks at him with those eyes, Buck thinks the other man may be falling too.

It’s like they say, better late than never.

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[salty-software-engineer]

Man I just finished Babel and I was excited to read discussions online because there's so much going on in it with so many little things and just....angry white people. Everywhere. Truly a dead dove moment.

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

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[gilbertscarrot]

I try my best to keep things positive on here, but the hate comments for TLM '23 are ridiculous lol

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[we-re-always-alright]

okay the misinformation on the original reddit post AND in the reblogs is driving me bonkers I have to correct some things. (thank you @froginakettle for inspiring me to bring this out of the tags.)

I work in this industry. I’ve worked in this industry for almost a decade in a variety of departments. this whole post is bunk. (obligatory disclaimer: these comments are my own and not representative of my employer whom I also will not name)

to start: credit karma is not a credit bureau. it’s basically an advertising site masquerading as a credit website. sure some of its tips and tricks are identical to the big 3 bureaus but with a sole goal of a: collecting your data (not private data) and b: sending you offers. it’s how credit karma makes money. what is an offer? it’s an ad (or email or pop up or WHATEVER) that is dependent on your credit score offering you a great rate on whatever (or credit monitoring or identity protection, it’s truly dependent on your score and the goal of the offer). the ads you see on the sidebar and as part of marketing emails from credit karma are there because you’re using the site and authorizing the data to be shown. they eat the cost of providing you a free score so they can advertise and/or sell marketing data. (not necessarily bad, just want to offer perspective).

which brings me to the next point: there are thousands of credit scores. probably tens of thousands. what do I mean? each bureau has their own set of scores (ex. TransUnion and Equifax have VantageScore 3.0) then there’s FICO scores (FICO 5-9 iirc), and then each of those scores has flavors. are you getting a car loan? check your credit karma Vantage Score and it says one thing. maybe Toyota will pull your FICO 8 Auto score. is your loan being serviced by the bank instead? then Bank of America will probably use their FICO 7 Auto score, or Experian’s FICO 7 Auto score. decide to go to your local First Community Bank for a loan instead? they give you their Equifax Auto Vantage Score. each of these scores has variations on it. different applied factors, alternative data, trending etc. think of it as different levers that amplify and nullify certain factors. (I’m not here to debate if this is good or bad. there’s arguments to be made for both, especially around underserved populations. I’m just explaining how it works.). this is also how the bureaus make their money. by offering different best fit scores for the dozens of different credit scenarios, they sell their ability to score and model more consumers, more accurately, as well as verify identities for critical transactions and prevent fraud based on previous patterns.

next: not every job requires a ‘hard pull’ on your credit (hard pulls/hard inquiries can sometimes affect your credit score (sometimes) because it’s what you do when you’re actively gaining credit. soft pulls do not affect. the bureaus have more info on this). typically, though not the same in every state and/or country, a hard inquiry generally is for government jobs OR highly regulated jobs. why? well. who caught the mob??? the IRS and the Postal Service. a good way to do a sniff test on someone who might be handling money in large quantities, handling PII (personally identifiable information), handling HPII (health PII), or be responsible for acting ethically might be to see if they have huge amounts of debt from gambling, mysterious payday loans, dozens of credit cards, etc. if you have a lot of debts, mysterious payments, funky stuff, you might not be the safest choice. (again, not saying it’s good or bad. just presenting the industry logic.)

next: some of the info about disputes IS correct. the bureaus are required to respond within 30 days. HOWEVER, they are only required to correct something if it is FACTUALLY incorrect.

example of a bad dispute: I don’t like that I have a high interest credit card. I missed some payments but generally pay on time. I file a dispute because that reddit post said I should. conclusion: they don’t drop it off. what the bank is reporting matches the credit report. there is nothing to correct.

example of a good dispute: it says my car loan is for 40,000 but it’s actually for 38,500. this post inspires me to review my full credit report (free annually for each bureau at annualcreditreport.com) and check for inaccuracies so I file a dispute. conclusion: they correct the information in the report, provide notice of the correction, and make sure any time your report is pulled (and the debt is on your report) the correction is mentioned.

additionally, you’re also required to be involved in this process. you’ll need to provide documentation, follow up calls, emails, etc. that the bureau needs from you to investigate your dispute. then multiply that by 3 if the item is on all 3 reports. a dispute is not a magic wand. also if there’s an error with the banks data, (ex. your balance is wrong) disputing it at the bureau will not do anything since the data in the report and the data at the bank matches. you’ll have to get the bank to fix it before you can dispute it with the bureaus.

next: volume. oh my god this one gave me a laugh. do you know how much data these companies ingest and spit out??? we’re talking a few petabytes for each bureau, every year. it’s not just you make a payment and they add it to their list. it’s everything, it’s addresses and name changes and driver’s licenses and payments across thousands of sources for everyone in the country (hundreds of millions, not to mention if they’re international). times 3. I’ve been in the NOC (network operations center) for one of the big three and it looks like fucking nasa. dozens of people on 12 hour, rotating shifts making sure the data flows at 99.99% uptime. they don’t have a ‘slow’ period. even if everyone on this post sent in a dispute, which would also be extremely hard considering the amount of thin files, they wouldn’t bat an eye. this is their every day. their sole purpose is a: making sure the data is safe and correct. and b: making sure if they get a dispute they resolve it quickly. plus, the more you use their services, the better they look, because they’re doing what they’re supposed to.

side bar: thin files. a lot of people are thin files, more than you think. basically it means the bureaus have info on who you are but next to no info for which they can score you with accuracy/best fit score. basically you don’t use credit, you don’t have debt, but you also don’t have a high score because there’s nothing TO score. weirdly, the ultra wealthy have this problem, since they pay in full vs on loan. it’s good and bad. bad if the company doesn’t use alternative data and you really need credit to survive (alternative data like renting history, cellphone payments, soon to be added BNPL, etc can turn a thin file into a better score) and good because you want to stick it to the industry and don’t use credit at all.

secondary sidebar: your small local credit union gets all their stuff from the big three. it’s expensive, data intensive and time consuming to do what they do (update, aggregate, collate, verify, etc etc). way easier to just supply small local credit union’s data to the big three and get specialized info back.

addendum: this is US focused. other countries have similar but NOT identical systems. think cousins but not twins. they have their own systems, bureaus, regulations, the whole nine yards.

second addendum: you can work with debt collectors to get them to forgive/drop debt. doing it at a busy time might help, I have never worked with collections. but it won’t affect your credit score necessarily. debt collectors are not legally required to report a collection to the bureaus. however, the bureaus are legally required to report accurate information supplied to them from debtors (banks, dealerships, etc including debt collectors). debt collectors choose to do so so you are incentivized to pay back the debt. paying it back does not mean your credit score will change, and definitely not immediately. (Experian has a great article explaining this. again, not making a good/bad statement on this. it’s how it is. if you want it to change, talk to your congressperson.)

last: some general tips:

freeze your credit if you’re not using it (actively applying for credit, loan, job, rental, etc). this prevents people (manipulative family, strangers, criminals) from being able to use your credit. a freeze can last for up to 10 years and you can temporarily lift (and re-freeze) for specific dates. if you have kids, this is great for fighting synthetic fraud or in response to data breachs

do you actually NEED credit monitoring? it’s truly up to you. in my experience, freezing is usually good enough for most people. if you’ve had your identity stolen OR you have malicious family members, it’s probably worth it to be proactive rather than reactive.

just go look at the bureau’s websites. they tell you how to improve your score. they explain the stuff I said but with more stock photos. I will warn you: it’s not as fun or sexy as trying to ‘pull one over on the establishment.’ it’s mostly low debt to income ratio and low revolving debt and making payments on time

don’t want to use an evil bureau’s website? go look at the CFPB (Consumer Financial Protection Bureau) website. it’s the same info but with a .gov and different stock photos.

Queuing this for January too.

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[papayadays]

spanish or vanish

author's note: this smau wouldn't be possible without the help of @spiderbeam! eve helped me with the spanish to make it accurate and helped with some concepts, so thank you so much eve!! 🫶

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francolapinto sobre duolingo: no es lo que parece, posta (about duolingo: it's not what it looks like)

bizarrap 🤔

user13 what do you know??

francolapinto 🤨

alex_albon mate…

francolapinto mate? i love to drink mate

user14 he’s so unserious 💀

user15 aww that capybara stickers are cute

user16 he’s probably calling the duolingo owl

user17 pls 😭

user18 it is what it looks like: your spanish is rusty

user19 que paso?

yourusername posted a private story!

caption: my favorite place <3

francolapinto you went on una cita with me 🤭

yourusername yes i know franco

francolapinto but why post if no one else knows it’s with me

yourbestie duolingo? good thing you posted this on private

yourusername i know, fans online would’ve figured it out in minutes

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francolapinto es su cuenta de duolingo (it's her duolingo account)

yourusername 🫶 liked by author

user20 FRANCO HAS A GIRLFRIEND? SINCE WHEN?

user21 and the fact he’s successfully hidden it too

user22 omg it’s one of his engineers? that’s so cute

user23 straight out of a novel fr

user24 no one talk to me right now

user25 🎶that should be me🎶

user26 so… is no one going to talk about how it wasn’t franco learning duolingo?

user27 we might have made a mistake

user28 mis padres 😍

user29 still processing tbh

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yourusername since franco won’t elaborate: so i’m currently learning spanish on duolingo but i’m busy during race weeks so i ask franco to do my lessons since it’s obviously really easy for him to keep my streak alive. happy five months i suppose! 🤭

francolapinto te amo 😍

user30 he’s so down bad lmao

user31 girl was dedicated to her streak i gotta respect that 😭

user32 in the words of duolingo, it’s either spanish or vanish

williamsracing we feel like duolingo should be the least of your concerns during race weekened

user33 damn okay williams

user34 she learned spanish for him 🥹

user35 your honor i love them

user36 FIVE MONTHS??? QUE???

user37 insane how they’ve been keeping this from us

[livvivviss]

lazy people probably won't want to read it 🙄🙄 HAHSHDA

How to shift: EMBODY YOUR DR SELF!! ☀️

Fuck the five senses

Most of us always focus on the process of shifting, the symptoms, the 5 senses, overanalyze our process and being very critical of ourselves, we try to analyze why we don't shift, giving ourselves excuses and explanations Saying "I didn't do enough", "I should have tried harder" I wish you guys to STOP THAT.

Actually, none of the above matters. The reason you think the methods, meditation, etc matters it's because of your assumptions and beliefs because you didn't get there and you think "you're doing something wrong" and you ARE NOT, leave that mentality behind and stop seeing shifting as a task or obligation, as something with steps that must be followed to the letter.

Stop and get back to BASICS, When you are trying to get to your DR, stop thinking and focus on "I have to get there" just think that YOU ARE THERE, think ABOUT YOU, about your dr self, who are you in your dr? This is why it is very important that you like your dr's self, and not just an "improved 2.0 me, now with ultra-powered engines" because it just makes you feel uncomfortable, and you need to feel comfortable with being your dr self, You must like being yourself, you must know yourself, dive into your brain and connect with your dr self and with who you're there.

And when you connect with who you are there, forget about everything else, forget how many breaths you have to take, what number you are on, or if you visualize enough, just connect with you, with who you are. By connecting with your 5 senses and with the environment, you are not traveling, I mean this is okay but when you're trying to shift, the shift it's in the mindset, not in the around, it happens in your subconscious, it happens when you become that person, you are becoming your dr self not your environment, WHO ARE YOU? Connect with that person. Start with "Who am I?" "What am I doing here?" "What is my name?" Until it becomes a natural flow, connect with your thoughts until it becomes a natural flow. You did it, you've shifted, when you are fully connected to your dr self and you no longer need to think like your dr self thinks, you are there, and nothing else matters, fuck if "your environment tells you otherwise", It doesn't matter what you see, hear or feel anymore, you are in your dr and you are your dr's person. You know that you're there because of your mindset, enjoy that because that is shifting, that is change, YOU HAVE TO CHANGE, this is manifesting, and manifestation happens instantly when you change your mindset.

The process of shifting doesn't have to take a long time, it doesn't have to take years, the only reason it takes you so long is because you see it as homework. Get out of that mindset, connect with yourself, change your mindset, delate everything else, stop making everything so difficult. "I didn't shift last night because-" STOP, there's no reason you haven't shifted. We shift in every decision we make, when you go to bed YOU HAVE ALREADY SHIFTED, but you are not going to accept it and you MUST accept it.

Why you should embody your dr self (good for lazy shifters):

You should try to connect with your dr self instead of using the five senses or connecting with your dr it's because:

1. It's a bit backwards to try to connect with your surroundings instead of yourself. As I said before, you are not shifting to be your environment, you are shifting to be you, to be your dr self. (Although I'm not saying that using all 5 senses is a bad thing, but you shouldn't focus only on that)

2. Embodying your dr self bypasses all the extra shit about you just lying in your bed trying to shift. The moment you connect with your dr's self, you have already shifted, because if you were not in your dr you would not be able to access the thoughts of your dr self. And when you are focused on this, you are no longer focused on the symptoms and that is the best thing that can happen to you because YOU SHOULDN'T FOCUS ON THE SYMPTOMS because it's not a physical process, physical change comes after the change of mentality. Connecting with your dr self's thoughts is much better than memorizing affirmations and meditating, it's more natural, you enjoy it more and it's less tiring.

3. In the case that your physical environment does not end up changing, you end up connecting with your dr self (THAT IS SO IMPORTANT) you alredy had the mindset shift. And many people when they start doing all this, they start having dreams about themselves being their dr self, and having experiences in their dreams being their dr self, and that is SO GOOD (it's literally happening to me) Taking this post into account, I assure you that YOU WILL SEE CHANGES YES OR YES this is a connecting point.

• Please make this post viral, shifters need to know this 🙏🙏

This was a summary of @shaysplanett's 7 and 10 minute videos. We love her (she was really helpful to me)