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★ 2nd house & diets ★

★ aries in the 2nd house ★

your health thrives with bold, energizing foods that keep you fueled. opt for dishes like spicy tacos, roasted red pepper hummus, chili with beans, and roasted root vegetables for a satisfying kick. include anti-inflammatory foods like berries and leafy greens to help with aries’ natural intensity. high-protein foods (lean meats, legumes) keep your energy steady. supplements like B-complex vitamins, iron, and omega-3s support stamina and mental clarity. stay hydrated, and consider magnesium to support muscle relaxation and ease stress.

★ taurus in the 2nd house ★

you benefit from hearty, grounding meals that feel comforting. try dishes like creamy mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, stews, and whole grain salads to keep you feeling nourished and centered. foods high in fiber, like leafy greens and root vegetables, support digestive health. biotin and vitamin E are ideal supplements for skin, hair, and nails, while calcium and magnesium support bone health and relaxation. a daily multivitamin can ensure balance, as you enjoy the richness of a varied, nutrient-dense diet.

★ gemini in the 2nd house ★

light, versatile meals work well for you, helping you stay mentally sharp and physically agile. think veggie stir-fries with nuts, avocado toast, fruit salads, and smoothie bowls. foods rich in B vitamins (whole grains, nuts, leafy greens) help keep your energy and focus stable. include antioxidant-rich foods like berries to support brain health. B-complex supplements are helpful for mental clarity, and omega-3s can support cognitive function. staying hydrated with electrolytes can enhance focus and energy.

★ cancer in the 2nd house ★

comforting, nurturing foods help you feel grounded. dishes like creamy soups, stews, rice pudding, and cucumber salads are gentle on your digestive system. prioritize hydrating, water-rich foods like melons and cucumbers, which help balance emotional and physical well-being. a daily probiotic and ginger or peppermint tea can support digestive health, while calcium and magnesium help promote calm and relaxation. consider a multivitamin for balanced support, as consistent nourishment provides a sense of security.

★ leo in the 2nd house ★

vibrant, nutrient-rich foods support your radiant energy. try dishes like citrus-glazed salmon, honey-roasted vegetables, spiced oatmeal with fresh fruit, and colorful salads. include foods rich in vitamin D (mushrooms, fortified grains) and antioxidants like berries and bell peppers. supplements like vitamin C and zinc boost immunity, while vitamin D3 supports energy and vitality. a daily multivitamin helps you maintain a balanced diet, ensuring you feel both nourished and confident.

★ virgo in the 2nd house ★

your health benefits from simple, wholesome meals that nourish your body and mind. think lentil stew, roasted root vegetables, fresh salads, and whole-grain bowls with lean proteins. prioritize unprocessed, fiber-rich foods that are easy to digest. probiotics, as well as B-complex vitamins, help support gut health and mental clarity. magnesium can be beneficial for relaxation, and a multivitamin keeps your nutrient levels balanced. choosing foods that feel clean and light aligns with your natural inclination for wellness.

★ libra in the 2nd house ★

balanced, aesthetically pleasing meals are key for your well-being. enjoy dishes like berry-topped yogurt bowls, colorful salads, figs with honey and cheese, and well-plated grain bowls. include antioxidant-rich foods like berries and leafy greens, which support skin health. supplements like biotin and vitamin E enhance beauty from within, while a multivitamin helps maintain balanced nutrition. staying hydrated and incorporating herbal teas can help maintain harmony, keeping your body and mind in sync.

★ scorpio in the 2nd house ★

intense, nutrient-dense foods that feel transformative are ideal for you. meals like dark chocolate chili, pomegranate and berry salad, black bean and truffle tacos, and eggplant parmesan suit your tastes. include detoxifying foods like dark leafy greens and beets to support immune health. zinc and iron supplements help sustain vitality, while adaptogens (like ashwagandha or reishi) aid in managing stress. probiotics promote digestive balance, especially if you enjoy rich, bold flavors in your meals.

★ sagittarius in the 2nd house ★

adventurous, hearty meals that bring a sense of abundance resonate with you. dishes like grain bowls with legumes, holiday-inspired roast dinners, curries, and colorful salads are ideal for sagittarius’ expansive energy. liver-supporting foods like leafy greens and lemon water aid in detox, while probiotic supplements help keep digestion balanced. milk thistle or turmeric supplements support liver health, while a multivitamin provides a solid nutrient foundation. staying mindful of portions can help balance your love for indulgent flavors.

★ capricorn in the 2nd house ★

simple, grounding foods that focus on longevity suit your health approach. meals like roasted root vegetables, lentil stew, pickled veggie platters, and hearty bean soups provide lasting energy. calcium and vitamin D-rich foods (almonds, leafy greens) support bone health, which is essential with capricorn’s influence. supplements like calcium, magnesium, and vitamin D3 offer foundational support, while a multivitamin provides consistent nutrition. a balanced diet of whole foods helps you feel grounded and nourished.

★ aquarius in the 2nd house ★

unique, innovative foods keep you excited about health. try dishes like superfood smoothie bowls, acai bowls, dragon fruit salads, and kimchi stir-fries to satisfy your taste for the unconventional. antioxidant-rich foods (berries, nuts) support circulation and mental clarity. omega-3 supplements enhance focus and nervous system health, while probiotics aid digestion if you enjoy fermented foods. including B-complex vitamins also supports mental sharpness and energy, keeping you in sync with aquarius’ eclectic energy.

★ pisces in the 2nd house ★

soothing, gentle foods that nourish body and spirit are ideal for you. try dishes like miso soup, mushroom risotto, seaweed salad, and herbal teas to maintain balance and calm. hydrating foods with immune-supportive ingredients like ginger, citrus, and garlic align well with pisces’ sensitive energy. vitamin C and zinc help boost immunity, while magnesium aids relaxation and sleep. a fish oil or omega-3 supplement enhances mental clarity and emotional balance, supporting a sense of overall well-being.

★ sun in the 2nd house ★

your health thrives on meals that feel vibrant and energizing, so focus on nutrient-dense, hearty foods that support vitality and confidence. dishes like citrus-glazed salmon, honey-roasted vegetables, spiced oatmeal with fresh fruit, and lemony quinoa salad are ideal. include warming spices like ginger and cinnamon, and foods high in vitamin D (mushrooms, fortified grains) to boost energy. vitamin C (citrus fruits, bell peppers) supports immunity, while a daily multivitamin and vitamin D3 supplement can help keep you feeling strong, especially in low-sunlight months.

★ moon in the 2nd house ★

comforting, nourishing foods that evoke emotional warmth are essential for your health. dishes like creamy mashed potatoes, seafood chowder, rice pudding, and cucumber salads provide the grounding and soothing energy you crave. prioritizing gentle, easy-to-digest foods supports your sensitive stomach. water-rich foods like melons, cucumbers, and soups are also beneficial. to support digestive health, a probiotic supplement and ginger or peppermint tea can be helpful. calcium and magnesium supplements also aid relaxation and emotional balance, providing a sense of stability and calm.

★ mercury in the 2nd house ★

light, versatile meals that support mental clarity work best for you. opt for dishes like veggie stir-fry with nuts, avocado toast, fruit and nut salads, or blueberry smoothie bowls to keep your mind sharp. a diet high in B vitamins (found in leafy greens, whole grains, nuts) supports nervous system health. staying hydrated is essential, so drink plenty of water and consider electrolytes if needed. supplements like B-complex vitamins, magnesium, and omega-3s (for cognitive support) can help you maintain focus and energy.

★ venus in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy indulgent, beautiful meals that feel like a treat, bringing pleasure and harmony to your health routine. dishes like strawberry and goat cheese salads, berry-topped french toast, truffle pasta, figs with honey and cheese, and chocolate fondue are perfect for you. antioxidants (from berries, leafy greens) and foods rich in healthy fats support glowing skin and overall vitality. biotin and vitamin E supplements are excellent for skin, hair, and nails, while a daily multivitamin can help maintain a balanced sense of well-being.

★ mars in the 2nd house ★

you need bold, energizing foods that satisfy your active and determined nature. spicy dishes like beef tacos, roasted garlic and red pepper hummus, chili with beans, and roasted root vegetables align with your high-energy vibe. protein-rich foods (like lean meats, legumes) help maintain strength. supplements like iron and B-complex vitamins can support energy levels, and adding a turmeric supplement helps reduce inflammation if spicy foods are a staple. staying well-hydrated with electrolyte support is also beneficial.

★ jupiter in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy hearty, abundant meals that feel celebratory. classic dishes like grain bowls with legumes, mac and cheese, holiday-inspired roast dinners, potato and leek soup, and bread pudding bring a sense of satisfaction. while you enjoy variety, aim for moderation to balance richness. antioxidant-rich foods (like berries) support immune health, while a daily multivitamin ensures a balanced nutrient intake. probiotics are helpful for digestive balance, and milk thistle or turmeric supplements support liver health if you enjoy occasional indulgences.

★ saturn in the 2nd house ★

simple, grounding meals that emphasize longevity and consistency resonate with you. meals like lentil stew, roasted root vegetables, pickled veggie platters, and hearty bean soups are ideal, providing sustained energy. foods high in calcium and vitamin D (almonds, leafy greens, dairy) support bone health, an area of focus with saturn’s influence. calcium and magnesium supplements aid bone strength and muscle relaxation, while vitamin D3 supports immunity. a quality multivitamin offers foundational support for your well-being.

★ uranus in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy unique, innovative foods that break from the traditional. superfood smoothie bowls, acai bowls, dragon fruit salads, kimchi stir-fry, and kombucha-marinated tofu suit your eclectic tastes. foods high in antioxidants and omega-3s (like berries, fish, nuts) support circulation and mental clarity. adding supplements like omega-3s and B-complex vitamins can help maintain focus and nervous system health. probiotics are also beneficial for digestive support, especially if you enjoy fermented foods.

★ neptune in the 2nd house ★

your health benefits from gentle, soothing meals that feel spiritually nourishing. dishes like miso soup, mushroom risotto, seaweed salad, lavender-infused desserts, and herbal teas help keep you balanced. focus on hydrating foods and immune-supportive ingredients like ginger, citrus, and garlic. vitamin C and zinc are helpful for immunity, while magnesium can support relaxation and sleep. a fish oil or omega-3 supplement is beneficial, especially if seafood is part of your diet, as it enhances mental clarity and calm.

★ pluto in the 2nd house ★

you’re drawn to intense, nutrient-dense foods that feel transformative and empowering. meals like dark chocolate chili, pomegranate and berry salad, black bean and truffle tacos, eggplant parmesan, and rich red wine risotto resonate with you. dark leafy greens, berries, and high-protein foods provide lasting energy. a multivitamin ensures foundational nutrition, while zinc and iron support resilience and vitality. adaptogenic herbs (like ashwagandha or reishi) can be beneficial for stress management, while probiotics promote digestive balance.

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Migraine

Aaron helps you with your migraine. wc: 532 cw: fluff

part two of this blurb

Aaron’s immediately perturbed as he passes your office and smells chamomile rather than peppermint coming from your diffuser.

It’s basically Christmas at this point, and given your job you choose to celebrate as early as you can.

It’s not like you’re not allowed to change the scent, it just immediately strikes him as odd because you’d never.

There isn’t any soft hum of music coming from your office either.

Aaron knows something is off but he has case file reports to review and Strauss is on his ass. He’ll check on you before lunch.

Lunch rolls around and you’re still in your office, the door and blinds closed tightly.

Before he can really realise what he’s doing, Aaron knocks on the door and pushes it open.

Your office is shrouded in darkness, the lights off, your screens dim as you sit with shades on.

You’re facing your laptop, but you move slowly; like sticky treacle dripping from a spoon.

“Y/n?” You turn to him, a little frazzled but you hiss all the while.

“Sorry Hotch, I know this might not be work appropriate but I’m working.”

Your words are urgent even if slow, Aaron frowns.

“Migraine?” His words are whispers, soft and sweet.

You hum and feel the vibration course straight through the right side of your head.

Aaron coos at the way you grimace.

“I don’t mean this condescendingly, have you been drinking water?”

You manage a little laugh and Aaron frowns.

He’s sure that has caused the migraine to pulse. “I suffer with them chronically. It’s not every day but it’s most days. Today’s little beast is just worse than I’ve had them in a minute.”

He nods.

“Is there anything I can do?”

You push the sunglasses up your nose. Even with the migraine you’re sure he’d see the way your pupils melt into pools of adoration at his question.

“I don’t think so, my medicine should kick in soon.”

“What about tea?”

You can tell he wants to be useful, especially when your palm cradles your temple as you twist a little more to face him.

“Chamomile, please. Or peppermint.”

Aaron nods, “I’ll be right back.”

He shuts your door so it’s hard to hear him as he moves further into the bullpen.

You make Aaron out just enough;

“Are you sure, Spencer?”

Spencer chuckles, “Yes I’m sure. Cashews, almonds, cantaloupe. You can even try pears.”

“Anderson,” You hear him call and then Aaron mumbles something else.

When he comes to you with a steaming cup of peppermint tea, you note that he also has a plate of all the foods Spencer had mentioned.

“They’re high in magnesium.” Aaron explains carefully, allowing himself a moment to card some hair behind your ear to distract from the blush that blooms under his chin at your coo.

“Thank you Hotch.”

You sound wistful and dreamy, you ignore him and the tender way he strokes your ear a little while more as you take a sip of your tea.

“Let me know if you need to go home. Sleep may be better than any of this.”

You lean into his touch before he pulls away, “You’ve helped plenty already.”

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reading that perfume scenario i js imagine a bot spraying their human lover with a lil bit perfume before going down on them like adding salt to steak

It truly is a favourite of mine because I love the idea of perfumes and working like a pheromone enhancer, but like the number of scenarios this can lead into outside of the fic I wrote for Ratchet.

Let me know you you guys want more little pieces like these ɓecuase I like doing these kinda things when I'm not up for writing a fic so enjoy. ^^

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Such scenarios as

- date night with optimus where you dress up nicely with a lovely perfume/cologne and from the moment you get into his cab to go out he's struggling, and trying to be polite and a decent date but he turns into an actually feind when he gets to kiss you and every part of his stoic facade is out the window as he kisses across your skin taking in every inch and savoruing it like its the last time he's ever going to taste something this divine. It's fair to say your very sore afterwards, to Optimus you taste like Energon Z with bismuth and copper.

- sensual nights laying in bed with Megatron as he runs his servos over your waist holding you close as he admires and denies himself the luxury of so much. So to speed things up you decide to put some perfume on and it humbles Megatron very quickly. How much restraint he has despite how the perfume enhances everything. He's a slow and very dedicated lover despite what many would think. It turns into a very long night of soft kisses and soft vore. Him enjoying the taste of your skin on his glossa and when the taste fades he ask for you to put more perfume on. To Megatron it taste like Red energon with Magnesium, Lithium.

- the late night work hours where Prowl is focused on work, hours after he should have been back due to someone else mistake, he goes to snap at whoever had intupted his work when the scent hits his nasal Ridge and his helm shoots up and locks on to you. Watching like you're a meal prepared for him. That's how you end up on his desk, legs over his shoulder plating as he indulges. Prowl isn't one to indulhe like this. He isn't easily swayed by lust. but this late at night, he enjoys taking it slow and indulging in your company. To Prowl, you taste like his favourite energon blend from before the war. Just casual energon, Mercury, and crystal.

- the first time. Thundercracker's first-time smelling perfume on you was when you were testing out different ones you had been given. The sweet scent catches him off guard, and that's how he finds himself watching. I'm watching as you try new clothing and test spray perfume on your wrist. But when you make your way over to him, asking him to tell you what he thinks, it leads to him pressing your wrist to his lips, It turns into a night of taste testing. It has Thundercracker riled up, and you aroused, but it turns into a game of how long it takes either of you to finally crack. For Thundercracker, it takes like pure energon with Uranium.

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landslide | chapter 1

Ghost grits his teeth and fights it down; wrestles the images back into the coffin and puts his full weight on it. Back into the dirt. If he can repress it hard enough he won't have to feel it. He won't have to think about it other than just another nightmare. Just another bad night.

tags: ghost/reader, finding each other again after years have gone by, reader has a toxic boyfriend

chapter 1 | next

Ghost rarely sleeps well. 

Magnesium, painkillers, valerian, melatonin, passionflower—they make him sleepy and slow, but don't do much for actual rest. White noise gives him headaches; weighted blankets sleep paralysis.  

He's come to accept the ever-present dull throb behind his temple, the constant foggy weariness that only fades on his third strong cup of Earl Grey.  

It's not like he's unfamiliar with pain. Part of the job. 

But that doesn't make it hurt less. Most days Ghost feels as though his mind is a landscape fenced off with barbed live wire; do not touch. Do not go here. 

Do not trespass. 

In daylight he compartmentalises; he puts the fear and the stress and the adrenaline away in their coffins and buries them deep. It lets him keep his head level, keep his patience, keep his anger and spite to fuel his body. Keep moving.  

But in dreams the boundaries grow muddled. Memories, both false and real, mix with the present; a torrent of rain batters on his shoulders. Back into the ground. He tries to walk and finds he can't, feet stuck in the sludge. 

When he wakes he tastes the silt stuck behind his teeth. 

Years have gone by, and the scar is no longer a raw wound. It has grown new skin, thick and gnarled, though Ghost can't think about it too hard. He can't look at it— 

(the pain) 

—or it'll be real. 

“How'd that last run of sleep meds go for you?” 

Ghost shrugs. “Bad. Quit 'em after three weeks.” 

The man before him hums and scribbles something down on his notepad. “What was bad about it?” 

“Look, Jo-boy! There's uncle Simon!” 

Simon ruffles the snow out of his hair and stomps his boots on the mat again for good measure. He has to reach around the Christmas decorations to hang up his jacket; the shiny foil crinkles under his fingers. 

“Alright, Tommy?” 

Simon steps into the living room. The floorboards creak under his weight. Joseph laughs up at him and garbles, waving tiny little hands in the air. 

Beth pokes her head out from the kitchen. It smells warm. The oven hums; there's the scent of good meat, of new candles just lit. Home. 

“Simon! Oh, I'll be right there—we're almost done. Can you set the table, honey?” 

“Sure.” Tommy stands, picking up Joseph and giving him a twirl as he does. Joseph shrieks in delight. Simon smiles; he and Tommy clap each other's backs in greeting. 

While Tommy wrangles Joseph into his highchair Simon sets off for the plates. There's four of— 

Four— 

Four plates? 

Simon pauses, counts in his head. Yes, that's right. Four plates. 

The front door opens and closes again. A flash of winter wind chases through the gap. Another set of footsteps, a high voice that's not Beth's— 

Simon turns around— 

and wakes drenched in sweat. He's panting, desperate for air; a violent shiver rolls over his spine and suddenly he scrambles upward, dry heaving off the side of the bed. Nothing comes out. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, but the afterburn of three charred corpses clings to the back of his eyelids. One no bigger than Simon's arm, cradled in the arms of— 

Acrid smoke in his nose, eyes stinging with tears. 

Three—there was—there were four— 

Another dry heave. 

No. Ghost grits his teeth and fights it down; wrestles the images back into the coffin and puts his full weight on it. Back into the dirt. If he can repress it hard enough he won't have to feel it. He won't have to think about it other than just another nightmare. Just another bad night— 

“Is that the first time you've had recurring nightmares?” 

��No.” 

Ghost is looking down at his hands. He picks at a hangnail. He hates this.  

“But you did say it was different this time around, wasn't it?” 

Another shrug. 

The man in front of him taps his pen on his clipboard in thought. 

“If you're not against it I'd recommend you keep at it a little longer. That might give us a better idea of how you're reacting to it. Maybe we need to up your dose...” 

“Wine, Simon?” 

...have yourself a merry little Christmas, the radio sings. Let your heart be light... 

A glass is poured. Cutlery clinks against plates. The candle flames dance, shimmering under the sparkle of everyone dressed in their best. Joseph makes a mess on his face of spaghetti and marinara sauce; people laugh. A photo camera clicks and flashes. 

“A toast!” 

Four glasses raised to the light. The wine filters through Simon's glass like deep red petals, a ruby halo ring smattered against the surface of old wood. 

“What a shame your boyfriend couldn't make it,” Beth says. “What was his name again?” 

An answer, blurred. Simon looks down; the person on his right has slender hands. No ring. 

“More for us,” Tommy says with a wink. He looks so happy. He looks so in love. Simon feels more than anything— 

This was worth it. Everything he had to do to have this was worth it— 

“Simon?” 

Tommy's not looking at Beth anymore. He's looking at Simon, brows furrowed. His lip curls the way it does when he's worried. Why? Things are good. Things are... 

“Are you alright? Simon—” 

Simon's hand clutches at his side. A hook pierces through his flesh, glinting in the candlelight. There's wine— 

blood— 

spilling everywhere. 

“Where are you going?” Roba's voice rasps in his ear.  

“Did you think you could leave?” 

The scar on Ghost's side burns when he wakes; he grabs blindly at the nightstand for his painkillers. Swallows them dry, grimacing against the bitterness. Feeling his stomach clench and protest, sweat rising to his temples. Wine, Simon? 

He never drinks wine. Hates the stuff; prefers bourbon, whiskey. Beer on occasion. 

Ghost presses the palms of his hands against his eyes. It's not real. A dream. It's just a bloody dream. His mind is making shit up and those fucking sleeping pills have been making it worse— 

A photo camera clicks and flashes. 

Ghost breathes out through his nose, going through breathing exercises with gritted teeth and clenched hands. Relax. Fucking relax— 

“Do you want to hold him, Simon?” 

Simon wordlessly holds his hands out. Joseph blinks at him, brown bighuge eyes and a wet nose. His rosy little cheeks glow under the lights of the Christmas tree. 

Simon keeps holding him like that, hands firmly tucked under his little arms. Beth laughs a little when he doesn't move. 

“On your lap, Si, like that.” Beth gently guides Simon to cradle Joseph in his arms, tucked against his chest. Joseph reaches up and swats Simon's chin. 

“No, no, no hitting, honey,” Beth says, catching Joseph's sticky little hands. “Be nice to uncle Simon, yeah? I'll pop on the kettle.” 

Simon can't answer. Jesus, he's so small. Soft. Something catches in his throat when Joseph gurgles and yawns, sagging into Simon's hold on him. 

“She's a good person,” Tommy said when he first told Simon Beth's name. “The best kind of person.” 

Cigarette smoke curled up into the night sky. Cold out. 

“If I ever...” 

Tommy hesitated. 

“If I ever... fuck up again. You set me straight, yeah? I wanna—I'm gonna do it right. For—for myself, but also—to be someone that she...” 

“’Course,” Simon told him. 

“Thanks.” Tommy's lip curled. “You know. You're a pretty good person too.” 

Simon blinks back into the present when someone asks him, “He's so little, isn't he?” 

“Yeah,” Ghost says in his sleep, and wakes himself up. 

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You drain the last of your complimentary water because your hands are starting to itch for having something to do. You pointedly look away to the wall when you tip the glass; if you catch the waiter's eye by mistake again you're going to burn a hole in the ground from shame. 

You set the glass down. Tap against it. Notice, and stop. Fold your hands in your lap. Bounce your leg. Eye your phone—you've checked it every other minute since you got here and know there's no point; it's set to buzz. There's no way you'd miss a text. 

... 

You tap in your passcode and slide open the screen. It's still open on your texts: delivered, unread. 

17:34 Just got here! Are you on your way? 

17:48 Can you let me know when you leave? xx 

(1 outgoing call, missed) 

18:15 Is everything okay? I'm worried. Please text me back? 

(2 outgoing calls, missed) 

18:25 I'm really worried babe, can you please let me know you're okay? 

Another ten minutes have passed. You give the restaurant's entrance one final desperate glance, then get up and leave. You pay for the drink you felt obligated to get on your way out with a stiff smile. 

Just when you've reached the station—and have resigned yourself to an uneasy end of your night—your phone buzzes in your purse. 

You stop straight in your tracks; someone bumps into you from behind and grumbles at you as you make your apologies and squeeze yourself off to the sides of the grimy London Underground. 

“Dave?” you ask upon picking up, voice tense with stress. 

“Hey babe. Saw you called. What's up?” 

For a moment you're at a loss at what to say. The gift bag dangling in your free hand weighs a million pounds. You swallow. 

“We had a date tonight and you weren't—you weren't there. You weren't responding to my texts, and you didn't pick up, and I thought—” 

“Slow down,” Dave says. “What d’you mean we had a date? I don't remember making plans.” 

You close your eyes, begging whatever is up there looking over you for strength. “We did. Make plans. Why—where are you?” 

There's muffled laughter on the other end of the line; faint shouts, fragments of music with a fast beat. “Just out for a few drinks,” Dave says. His voice drifts; he moves away from the speaker and says something to someone else. You can't make out the words, but you can hear his tone. Nonchalant. Unassuming.  

Completely, totally relaxed. 

You stay silent. 

After a too-long pause Dave speaks up again. “Cool, guess we'll see each other next weekend?” 

“I want you to apologise.” 

Dave sighs. “C'mon, don't be so uptight. I forget a date one time and you get so fussy. I'm fine, don't be worried, just go home and sleep, yeah?” 

“This is the third time, actually—” you start to say with a tight throat. 

“Gotta go, babe. Bye!” 

The line goes dead. 

You stand there for what feels like a long time, looking down at your phone. Strangers shouldering past you in a blur.  After a few minutes a venmo notification pops up; Dave sent you twenty quid. For the dinner x. 

You cry a few silent tears on your way home on the tube. The reflection in the dark windows mocks you; a sad, pathetic little girl wearing grown-up clothes. 

What are you getting so wrong?

Is it unreasonable to expect your boyfriend to remember your anniversary? To show up when you buy tickets for a film he said he wanted to see? To be excited when you tell him about a promotion at work? 

Dave's never shouted at you. Never hit you, never called you cunt or slut or stupid little whore. It could be worse. That's just what men are like, your girlfriends say. Dave pays for your dates? He got you something for your birthday? He popped to the pharmacy when you were sick? 

You're so lucky! 

Lucky.  

You sniffle, wipe your nose on the back of your hand. You miss Beth. 

When you get home you don't bother turning on the lights. You flop onto your mattress still wearing your pretty dress—new, the snipped tags still on your desk—and close your eyes. 

Kettlebell hops up the bed moments later, and despite everything you smile a little when his whiskers tickle your cheek. “Hey, buddy,” you whisper. 

He chirps back. Another dip in the mattress signals Mim has come to give you a welcome-home sniff as well. 

You roll on your side, stroking your cats’ fur. You wish you could be petty and vindicative. Not show up next time Dave arranges an outing. Ignore him when he reaches out. Tell it to him straight—that he can be a real jerk sometimes. 

But just like all the other times you know you'll crumble when he comes over with flowers. “Movie night for two?” he'll ask with a smile. Cheesy pizza and inside jokes, falling asleep together on the couch. 

Comforting. Familiar. 

“I never asked, but these people aren't family, right?” 

You look over your shoulder from the kitchen. The microwave hums in front of you, corn popping arrhythmically against the bag. Dave is leaning over the arm of your sofa, looking at the few photos you have in your apartment while he waits. 

“Not by blood, no.” 

“You've never told me about them,” Dave says, craning his neck back. “Who are they?” 

You abandon microwave duty and move closer, perching on the sofa next to Dave. “That's Beth—next to her is her husband Tommy.” You point to a laughing, chubby baby smearing spaghetti sauce over his face. “That's their son, Joseph.” 

“Huh.” Dave cocks his head. “When was this?” 

“Long time ago. Seven—no, eight years?” The microwave beeps, and you get up to get the popcorn. “They died in a horrific accident a few months after this photo was taken. Gas leak. The explosion took out the whole apartment complex they were living in at the time; Tommy's brother, too. He was there when it happened.” 

It's long enough ago that the loss is no longer paralysing. You miss your best friend—you miss the family she'd built that welcomed you so warmly. You miss little Joseph, and you miss Tommy, too—from the moment you first met him you could tell he'd fallen head over heels for Beth. 

Who wouldn't? Young and beautiful and vibrant, filled with so much hope and dreams for the future. A dull sadness washes over you sometimes while doing the most mundane tasks. Laundry. Loading the dishes. Filling a bowl with popcorn. 

“Jesus,” Dave says. “That's awful.” 

“Yeah. I miss her every day. Miss all of them.” You put the popcorn down and look at the smiling faces in the photograph. The telly hums quietly in front of you. 

You startle when Dave suddenly claps his hands. “Alright, let's turn that frown upside down. Deadpool to the rescue.” He grabs the remote and presses play, music blasting from the speakers on cue. 

You settle in beside Dave silently. You've never cared much for action movies; prefer romance. Fantasy. Something you don't have to flinch away from—where explosions are the outlier and not background noise. 

The photo frames reflect the colours on the telly, jumping from bright white to red to white again. Illuminated in its glow, cut off at the neck at the right edge of the frame, a man holds up a glass of bourbon forever frozen in time. 

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 24: comfort food

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Reblog if you liked it!

TW: This is fluff, but I think it might lean more into a hurt/comfort trope. Also, it's hinted that the reader is dealing with depression, so if you're sensitive to the topic, you might want to skip this day!!

Hugs to all the people who are going through a tough time. I suffer from this disorder myself and I know it's complicated, but things can always get better. It's a great day for you to live and I love you

Spencer was in the kitchen, silent. He couldn’t help but notice that you had been feeling quite down in the past few days. Although he had his suspicions, he hadn’t dared to ask you directly. The clearest sign was your constant desire to stay in your room, only coming out for strictly necessary reasons. It wasn’t that he was the type to notice those things, but he picked up on even the subtlest details. You hadn’t showered, or at least not that he had seen. The accumulation of small signs was what worried him.

What could he do? It would be too intrusive to just knock on your door and ask for an explanation. He had no right to demand something like that from you, and invading your privacy would be a mistake. He knew that forcing a conversation wasn’t the solution, especially with you. However, worry gnawed at him from the inside. He wanted to see you smile again, or at least for you to come out of your shell. He thought and thought about how to approach you without seeming intrusive until an idea struck him: prepare breakfast. It was something that wouldn’t seem intentional or accusatory. Besides, if you didn’t feel like talking, you could simply take the food back to your room.

He knew how much you loved waffles; so much so that after several discussions about how much you spent on boxes of Eggos, you both had decided to invest in a waffle maker. Spencer didn’t consider himself a professional chef, but he could manage the basics. With determination, he got to work.

While he whisked the batter, he didn’t realize you had come into the kitchen until he turned around and saw you sitting at the dining table.

“Hi!” he exclaimed, somewhat surprised to see you there.

“Are you making waffles?” you asked, trying to look over his shoulder. “I could recognize that smell anywhere.”

As he observed you, Spencer noticed the traces of crying on your face. He said nothing; instead, he approached with a plate and gently set it in front of you.

“You’ll have the privilege of eating first. Just because you came over,” he said with a warm smile.

You made a small grimace; it wasn’t quite a full smile, but it expressed gratitude. You knew he wasn’t an idiot and had noticed your absence. Still, you felt at peace that he hadn’t pressured you to talk. On the plate, besides two freshly made waffles, there were blueberries scattered on top. Spencer also offered you jam, hazelnut spread, and honey so you could enjoy your breakfast however you wanted.

“Did you make coffee?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation toward something light.

“Hot oat milk,” he corrected you. With the same care, he placed a cup in front of you. “Did you know that drinking oat milk in the mornings is beneficial? It provides sustained energy, improves digestion thanks to its fiber, helps regulate blood sugar levels, and reduces bad cholesterol, so to speak. Plus, it’s rich in essential nutrients like B vitamins, iron, and magnesium, which support good overall health.”

“But it smells like coffee,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’ll drink coffee; you’ll have hot oat milk”

You sighed, slightly offended by the distinction. When you asked why, he simply said he wanted you to stay healthy. Although he didn’t say it explicitly, his eyes said it all: he was worried about you. Despite that, you didn’t want to talk about what was going on. You knew he would understand everything you were going through, but you were exhausted—too tired to express how you felt.

The first bite of the waffle tasted heavenly; it was the first thing you enjoyed in days. “Do you have something for today?” he asked cautiously, trying to initiate a conversation. You shook your head. “If you’re up for it, maybe we can go out somewhere. Anywhere you want,” he suggested, hoping that would cheer you up.

“You don’t like being around people,” you replied softly, looking at him with a hint of irony.

“We can go to a place where there’s no one. Or we can just go to a park... I don’t know, wherever you feel like.”

“Spencer,” you interrupted him suddenly. From the tone of your voice, he thought he might have done something wrong. “I really appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but honestly, I don’t have the energy to go anywhere. And please, don’t pity me. I know it sounds strange, but I just want you to keep seeing me as your friend, okay? I’m not what I’m going through; it’s just... a setback,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. “I came here because I want to be with you. Being here distracts me from everything else. So please, I beg you to treat me like you always have. I’m still me.”

“I didn’t imply otherwise,” he said softly. “I just thought we could do something to lift your spirits.”

“This... you making my favorite food and having breakfast with me is what makes me feel better,” you confessed with a sincerity he appreciated.

Spencer was touched by your words and nodded gently.

“Do you want to talk about something?” he offered with the same patience as always.

“Not right now. Maybe later.”

“Do you want more waffles?”

“One, please.”

“Do you need a hug?”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you leaned slightly toward him, and Spencer understood the message immediately. You knew you could trust him; he would never judge you. So why was it so hard for you to speak? Why did the words get stuck in your throat?

You wanted to cry, but it was as if all your tears had run dry. Instead, you clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body and the thudding of his heart. You just stayed there, leaning against him, letting his comforting scent and closeness soothe you.

“Thank you for being such a good friend. Sometimes I think I don’t deserve you,” you murmured, trying not to sound broken.

“Psh, don’t say that,” he gently scolded you. He still had you in his arms. “Whenever you need me, I’m just a hallway away.”

For the first time in days, you laughed. That’s what you liked about him: the trust he gave you, even though he considered himself insecure. The bond between you had strengthened thanks to sharing so many everyday things.

“The waffles... they’re so good. What did you put in them?” you asked suddenly, pulling away from him and wiping your cheeks out of habit, even though you hadn’t shed a single tear.

“I used the classic recipe, but I added extra banana and nuts to give them a different texture.”

“I hate bananas!” you exclaimed, with a spark of enthusiasm in your voice. “How do they taste so good here?”

“You see, it all comes down to a chemical matter in the properties of food when they combine...” he began to explain, launching into one of his usual dissertations about things you didn’t quite understand.

But you stayed listening attentively because the sound of his voice was more comforting than anything else that crossed your mind. Sometimes, having a roommate like Spencer was all you needed to make those tough moments more bearable.

[theweepingangelofcas]

Too Much - William Moriarty x Reader

Summary: You're overstimulated. It's all too much. But don't worry, William will be happy to help. Hey guys! I'm trying my best to get back into writing on here, so please forgive me if its a slow start.

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You felt like you were going to cry.

Everything was just too much. Your job, your peers, your life. It felt as though with each breath, your world was crashing down on you a little more.

You didn't want to tell your husband, William. His own life had been so chaotic recently, you knew he didn't need more added onto his plate. Just the other day, you could have sworn you saw tears falling from his eyes as you held him after a long day. He didn't need to worry about you too.

Of course, you couldn't hide it for long. He knew you too well. One tiny slip up, and all your emotions came bursting forth.

It felt so stupid.

You had hit your knee on the bedframe as you were changing into your nightgown. Normally, you would've just winced and continued on with your day. But this night, with everything else that had been weighing on you, all you could do was feel yourself shatter like a thin pane of glass.

It was like every thought you had was hateful, beating on the outside of your brain to be let in. Worthless. Useless. Stupid. Ugly. All of it was overwhelming you until you found yourself, sobbing a puddle as you laid on the floor. Your head was in your hands, your knees drawn closely to your chest. You felt like you were just a small, stupid child.

You don't know how loudly you were sobbing, or even if it was dead quiet, but William found you soon after anyways. It was as though he could feel your anguish through the walls.

Running in through the bedroom door, he fell to his knees next to you, frantic to see if you were alright. You felt him gently turn you onto your back, felt his gaze searching for potential wounds. When he saw none, he gently laid himself next to you.

"Y/n? My love? Are you alright?"

The words came out much too distressed, "No, William. My head hurts. I'm so dumb. Why are you with me? I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be anywhere. I don't deserve any bit of this life. I'm so flawed and you don't seem to see it!"

Your lips just kept moving, spewing a torrent of everything that had been on your mind. Your coworker's laziness, the man who harassed you while you were buying groceries, the feeling of being not enough. You just couldn't stop it. It was like a dam in your mind was broken, and nothing could help it close again.

That was, until, you felt his hand gently guiding your head to look at him.

"Shh. I know. I know. But I promise you, dear, none of those things are true. You truly are a beautiful, lovely, amazing individual. You don't deserve to feel this way."

You watched as he stood up, turning to the bed and fluffing the pillow near the headrest. Then, he stooped down, scooping you into his warm arms.

Tears were still flowing freely by the time he tucked you into the covers, and he wiped them away with his finger.

"Y/n? I'm going to draw you a bath. I will be right back, I promise."

You reached out for his hand, still sniffling, but she shushed you gently, "Right back. Cross my heart."

You nodded, turning to bury your face in the plush pillow beneath your head.

True to his word, he was gone for less than 5 minutes. You could hear the water running in the adjacent bathroom, and lavender scented suds could be seen dancing above the tub.

"A bubble bath?"

He nodded, "It's much more fun that way, isn't it? I even added some of those magnesium salts you love so much."

He held out his hand, and you took it. Guiding you out of bed, he led you to the bathroom, "I'll leave while you get undressed. Please call for me once you're in the tub."

You nodded, watching as he left. The door shut, and you shed your nightgown quickly, not wanting time to see the body you were so ashamed of.

Sinking into the water did feel like heaven, though. It was perfectly warmed. Hot, but not too hot. Enough to relax your tense muscles. The bubbles rested close to your chin, and you could smell the lavender tonic he used to make them.

You hummed, and he peeked his head back in.

Even though you were thoroughly covered by bubbles, you still instinctively placed your hands over your chest to hide yourself, and he shut his eyes immediately.

"So sorry, my love. I swear I'll keep my eyes closed."

You blinked away the last few tears you had, "I'm the one that's sorry, Will. You were probably having such a nice evening before I ruined it."

You felt his hands go to your shoulders, gently massaging the knots away, "Nonsense. I'm having a lovely evening with you, right now."

Deep breath in, deep breath out, you allowed the scents in the air to calm your nerves. You felt a gently kiss to the back of your head, his hands not stopping their ministrations.

Perhaps, just maybe, you didn't hate yourself that much after all.

[oddishfeeling]

nothing is ever happening to me bc i don’t do anything 😭 i go to work and i finish class assignments so that i can do nothing!! on my days off, i usually do chores around the house bc i find it extremely soothing even if it is just a different type of distraction. and by the time im done with that, im tired. 😴 idk how to find time for my soul needs when it seems to require so much of me to keep on top of these things. i feel like there’s a sacrifice to make every time and i tend to pick the practical route bc im always going to need clothes to go to work. so i do laundry. i’ll need to eat. so i do the groceries and i make dinner. i do the dishes. i get 10k steps in and then watch too many episodes of a show i dont particularly like. i’ll shower and wash my hair. i’ll do my skincare. i’ll take the magnesium supplements before bed. and i hope and pray for a good nights sleep. also it’s worth mentioning that i don’t think there’s anything wrong with this little life. there’s beauty in and all around it. i get to share it with my partner and our cat and our dog. dotted and sprinkled with quality time spent with my friends and my family. but i would be lying if i said that i didn’t want more, that my soul is being pulled firmly and more intensely everyday. that i have no idea where to or to what or who i’ll be where i finally find it. but truthfully it’s just a feeling that washes over me, like the suds on a dinner plate. like shampoo down the drain. like the flies trapped by the daddy long leg in my kitchen window. they just come and go. they don’t interfere much except when i’m still and i’m quiet between tasks. then i feel like it like a draft. like an old friend from the future. inviting me to a place i belong but haven’t been to yet.

[the-kr8tor]

Hobat brown's got me going hard into my bat phase again PFFT I will always be a halloween fanatic Daily Hobie HC! Hobat brown time Obviously, Hobie can always turn into a bat. After all, what vampire can't? The somewhat cute, yet amusingly annoying thing however, is Hobie can decide what specie of bat he wants to be. Thankfully, he's usually content being the biggest type to still have the feeling of being tall..being a fruit bat. Of course, his little face is always still recognizable with those spiked accessories and piercings. And obviously, those mischievous, loving eyes that always seemed to soften whenever placed upon you. When Hobie had shapeshifted into a smaller bat specie, he'll always nestle into the crook of your neck, his little body covered by your hair as you go about. Whether you've been invited to hangout with friends, or just at the store buying groceries, he'll be a little fuzzy ball curled up at the side of your neck. If he wants your attention during these times, pray you don't have an earring on, because Hobie will manage to bite onto it and give it a little tug. Or he'll chitter endlessly until you acknowledge his presence. Depends on how Hobie feels like. Around the house, Hobie will most likely be his fruit bat form, if not vampiric. He'll cling onto the back of your shirt if you're doing something, his wings draping over your shoulders as his face is immediately buried into the back of your neck. The first few times he'd do this, Hobie genuinely thought it'd be something to tease you with, but now it's just something out of affection, seeing as you didn't have any negative reaction, and often acknowledged him with a gentle rub at his wings. Even when you've decided to take a little nap, as a bat, Hobie will drape himself on top of you like a small blanket, enjoying the close proximity and warmth. One thing Hobie will never pass up the opportunity to do though, is to lick you. Even when he's a microbat, he'll sometimes just start licking your neck. Not out of hunger, but just to hear you start giggling since Hobie's very aware how ticklish you were there. Although you aren't sure which form you find more cute- annoying. Annoying..you can't deny that you love it. Even as a vampire he will still nibble on your neck playfully when you allow him to. Hobie won't even be needing to feed, and just wanting to show you how much he loves to tease you. If he is feeding from you, he'll gladly tell you if you need more iron or not in your blood. Despite the fact he drinks your blood, he makes best for telling a pretty good blood test result. And not only will he tell you what you need based on your blood, but will wholeheartedly go out of his way to get you something that might help. Low iron? Strawberries, watermelon, raisins. Low magnesium levels? ROASTED CASHEWS. Hobie never does this with what he's getting from you when he buys this and gives you it to eat, but instead is rather thinking of how he can raise your levels so you don't suffer. Whenever he notices subtle changes in your blood, sometimes he won't tell you, and will nonchalantly just give you foods that will raise the lowered levels. You never knew why sometimes Hobie would just randomly give you a plate of washed and sliced strawberries after he drank from you, until you asked, to which he nonchalantly just pointed out that you were low on iron. One of his very major rules however is he'll never take your blood while your uterus is having a tantrum. Especially at that time of the month, he's perfectly satisfied with alternatives. Hobie wouldn't even dare putting his fangs near your neck, opting to just smothering you in kisses whenever you feel terrible. -🐦‍⬛

He is a cutiepie! I would love to hang out with him and terrorize some ppl lol

Daily Hobie HC ❤️

So adorable! I can imagine a tiny bat swinging around while he clings to my earrings 😍 imagine that he's so small that you've forgotten that he's perched on your shoulder and he suddenly licks your neck making you jump lmao

Hobie leans away from your neck, mouth covered in your blood: *smacks his lips* hmmm needs more iron (I'd side eye him fr)

😂 i can imagine that he has made the error of feeding on you while satan's waterfall is visiting you and you suddenly collapse and fall limp in his arms 😆 he has never been more afraid thinking that he has drained you 🤣🤣🤣 (poor vampire)

[diabolus1exmachina]

Lamborghini Urraco P300

Despite having been conceptualised as the model to dramatically increase sales and bring Lamborghini greater financial stability, the Urraco P250 proved a commercial flop. Production started in late 1972 following major equipment and floorspace investment. However, by late 1974, less than 500 had been delivered. The Urraco should have gone into production two years earlier than it eventually did. Lamborghini had originally conceived the model with a view to selling over 1000 examples every year.

The disappointing reality left Lamborghini deep in the red, but the Urraco was only partly responsible for a difficult few years.

Compounding the firm’s troubles had been delays for the Countach, a worldwide recession, problems at Lamborghini Trattori and unionised labour, all of which contrived to take their toll on the company founder. In 1972, Ferruccio Lamborghini had sold his tractor company along with 51% of his motor car business. He cashed out of the final 49% in 1974 when the world was in the midst of an energy crisis that slashed demand for gas guzzling machinery.

Throughout this tumultuous period, development work continued on the Urraco. It mainly focused on the Paolo Stanzani-designed V8 engine that had been created especially for the new model at considerable expense. In November 1974, an uprated Urraco P300 was launched at the Turin Motor Show. It immediately went into production alongside the Countach LP400, Espada Series 3 and Jarama S.

Most significantly, the Urraco P300 came with an enlarged three-litre engine. Equally importantly, the power unit now incorporated dual instead of single overhead camshafts.

To take capacity up to three-litres, Paolo Stanzani’s all-alloy 90° V8 was stroked from 53mm to 64.5mm. Bore went unchanged at 86mm for an overall displacement of 2997cc (an increase of 534cc). Compression was dropped from 10.5:1 to 10.0:1. Four new Weber 40 DCNF twin-choke downdraught carburettors were installed to replace the old 40 IDF 1s used previously.

The consequence of these improvements was a dramatic jump in output. Peak power was up 40bhp to 260bhp at an otherwise unchanged 7500rpm. The torque rating also rose considerably; 195lb-ft was now on tap at 3500rpm compared to 166lb-ft at 5750rpm for the P250.

As before, ignition was via two Marelli coils and a single Marelli distributor.

Lamborghini’s five-speed manual gearbox was beefed up to cope with the increased power and torque. Transmission was via a single dry-plate clutch and Lamborghini differential. New damper settings improved the ride, but otherwise little was changed to the existing platform The P300 was based on the same steel monocoque body shell as its predecessor. The engine was housed transversely like the Miura.

Suspension was independent all-round with MacPherson struts, coil springs and telescopic shocks. Anti-roll bars were fitted at either end The twin circuit brake system incorporated unchanged 278mm ventilated Girling discs. Campagnolo’s handsome five-bolt cast magnesium wheels were retained. They measured 7.5 x 14-inches and originally came shod with Michelin XWX tyres.

An 80-litre fuel tank was fitted in the engine bay.

Visually, the only change made to the P300 Urraco was a switch from a two-bank to six-bank radiator cooling vent on the front lid. The rest of Marcello Gandini’s soft wedge creation was unaltered.In a decade not exactly renowned for design longevity, the Urraco proved somewhat timeless. Compared to Bertone’s other mid-engined 2+2, the Ferrari Dino 308 GT4, the baby Lamborghini aged very well, even though it was ultimately outsold by the Maranello product by five to one.Build quality was considerably improved over earlier examples and nowhere was this more apparent than in the cockpit.Bertone had originally been responsible for furnishing the bodyshells, but by the time the P300 was on stream, this work had been taken in-house.

Lamborghini used better quality materials and ensured a higher standard of fit and finish.To this end, P300s were generally equipped with full leather interiors instead of the often garish two-tone leather and fabric combinations seen earlier.

The full width dash layout was still just as haphazard though. The rev counter and speedometer were located at either end of the instrument binnacle and angled in towards the driver. Supplementary gauges and various rocker switches were housed in between.

Lamborghini’s unusual deep dish steering wheel with its four arced horizontal spokes and leather rim was also retained. Like the P250 (which remained in production for a few months longer to use up an overstock of parts), the only update was the gradual shift to anodised black bumpers, wipers and window frames. A more conventional three-spoke steering wheel was also introduced towards the end of production.

[advancedsurfacetechnologies]

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[hugsandchaos]

Dinotrux x Murder Drones still has me by the neck, so I want to start a small debate.

Which would win in a fight: A murder drone or a t-trux?

Because a murder drone’s small size combined with their speed could be an advantage, and they have a vast range of weapons. Claws, guns, RPGs, their acid tail, the list goes on! They also regrow and reattach limbs, which we saw in the first episode when N regrew his own head, in episode 3 when he and V put themselves back together, and in the final episode when J and V seemed to regrow their arms and legs in a matter of seconds.

However, their metal might be thinner and more easily bent and broken, not to mention their weight is probably not much compared to a t-trux, which means it wouldn’t take much to knock a murder drone off its feet or crush its insides.

Another thing we need to remember is that the murder drone would be heavily dependent on the weather. If it’s too warm, they might not stand much of a chance. If it’s cold, then they will be able to fight. If it’s a storm, especially a bad blizzard at night, they’d be at their highest advantage point not only because of the low temperatures helping them last longer, but also the harsh winds, snow, and darkness would make it harder for the t-trux to see the murder drone coming.

Remember, Copper 9 was basically in nuclear winter, and murder drones were built to survive the unbelievably intense and inhospitable storms that plagued the planet, and they’re nocturnal, so I’m very sure that storms and darkness aren’t a problem for our murder drone.

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that they can fly. That’d give them a huge advantage to strike from above.

Going back to speed, the murder drone would have the advantage depending on if they’re flying or not. Walking and running might be too slow to escape a t-trux, but their wings would carry them to speeds above 100, which would definitely make them much faster.

Now let’s move on to the t-trux.

A t-trux’s engine is built for power, and as far as I know, it runs the hottest of all Dinotrux engines. T-trux are able to sniff out ore, which by extent could mean they might be able to smell metal. I know some might disagree with me on this, but in one of the episodes, Ty specified that he was getting a wiff of iron and “the slightest hint of magnesium”, so am I wrong for liking the idea he might be able to smell being made of metal as well if he tried?

Regardless, a t-trux would have the size and possibly strength advantage over a murder drone. Definitely the size, strength is a bit debatable since we don’t know if it’s a murder drone’s weight or strength that keeps them from being carried away by the strong winds of Copper 9. I’m guessing weight, which would make me rethink my previous statement about a murder drone being easily moved by a t-trux.

Moving on, dinotrux seem to have tougher external plating than drones, but I’m not entirely sure we could add “armor” to the list of advantages a t-trux has. N was able to dig his claws into a door that looked just as tough as a dinotrux and force it open. Not only that, but he played with one of his hands a little and spoke without any strain in his voice, suggesting it wasn’t much of a struggle. He also left claw marks in the walls during his attack.

Next, t-trux tails have some sort of weapon at the end. Ty has a wrecking ball, D-Structs had a wrecking mace before he lost that and got a chainsaw tail, and then Skrap-It made him his claw, and D-Stroy… I don’t know what that thing was, but it was spiny and definitely did some damage. So it looks like what kind of tail varies from t-trux to t-trux, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a wrecking ball was common.

However, going back to their size, it could also be a disadvantage because it’d make them a bigger and easier target, and if the murder drone were to escape through a small tunnel, they wouldn’t be able to follow.

What do you guys think?

[duckapus]

*Meggy walks into Mario's Spaghetti Lab, which is now full of all sorts of strange spaghetti variants. there's spaghetti in nearly every color she can think of, and several she can't. there's spaghetti made of materials that absolutely should not be edible, or even should not be period. she swears that one of them seems to be made of music somehow. and in the middle of the chaos she finds Mario at a table, face down, with a plate of something in front of him*

Meggy: *gently shakes his shoulder to get his attention* Red, nobody's seen you for three days. I'm worried about you.

Mario:

Mario: *points at the plate in front of him* You know what that is?

Meggy: Uh...not-not really? I mean, I guess it's probably technically spaghetti but looking directly at it's kind of giving me a headache.

Mario: ...It's Cringe. I somehow made spaghetti out of the very concept of Cringe. *faceplants into the table again* ...I can't do it.

Meggy: Uh...

Mario: I can't make that stupid Orange Spaghetti! Any other color, sure! Elements? The magnesium spaghetti tasted like cotton candy! Emotions! Powerups! Fundamental laws of the Universe! But the one thing I actually want is always just out of reach!

Mario: *sighs in defeat* I'm... I'm done. I'm never going to figure out that recipe. I should've given up when Bowser and Whimpu did.

Meggy: ...I'm sorry, Mario. I know how much this meant to you. *starts pulling something out from behind her back* I was gonna use this to try and convince you to take a break but...maybe it can cheer you up instead. *the object is revealed to be a large bottle labeled "Bob Juice"*

Mario: ...Wasn't that just gasoline last time.

Meggy: Yeah, but that was just for his insurance fraud scheme. Apparently he makes actual moonshine in his spare time and calls it Bob Juice. I've tried it before, it's actually pretty good. It's also ridiculously strong, so we're probably gonna end up blackout drunk even with just a little bit.

Mario: ...*shrugs* Eh, why not. Not like I've got anything else planned today.

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*A Few Hours Later...*

Mario: *groans and slowly picks himself up off the floor, and looks around to assess the mess Drunk Mario & Meggy left for Hungover Mario & Meggy to deal with, then freezes when he sees it*

"It": *a plate of spaghetti so Orange that it embodies the very concept sits in the pristine, untouched center of the carnage*

Mario: ...Meggy?

Meggy: *gives a repeat performance of Mario's awakening* Yeah?

Mario: You can see that too, right?

Meggy: See wha- *opens her eyes and beholds the Spaghetti* No. Way.

Mario: *gets to his feet and approaches it with reverence, slowly picking it up, and then...* NOM

...THOOM!!!!!!!!!

Mario: *pays no mind to having just exploded and starts tearing up* It's more delicious than I could have imagined...

Meggy: Hey, that's great! You found the- wait we were blackout drunk do you actually know the recipe now?

Mario: Hmm... *lights up* I got it! Runs over to the cooking part of what's left of the lab and cooks in a frenzy, the BotW cooking jingle (specifically the one when you make a really good meal) playing, and soon he's holding another Orange Spaghetti out for Meggy*

Meggy: *eats the spaghetti, causing another explosion* Oh yeah! Just like I remember it!

Mario: *chuckles* I guess I was just overthinking it or something. It was actually pretty easy to figure out once I knew I could. *turns back to the cooking station* You grab the others, I'm gonna make enough for everyone to try some!

Meggy: You got it. *runs out the door, heading towards the Showgrounds*

[tinydefector]

Hello! Can I request the perfume scenario but with Soundwave this time, please? 🥺 I really admire your works! Hope you have a nice day <3

For Soundwave the small drifting fragrance has him stopping in his traces instantly it doesn't matter what he is doing or where he is, the moment he even detects the perfume he knows its you, knows it by the subtle scent of your skin that is enhanced by the perfume. He leaves whatever he is doing to track you down. It doesn't matter if it's checking cameras, spying on his targets, or in a meeting with the Decepticon higher-ups. He will make quite a show of it with leaving meetings because the others can smell it too, and they watch like hawks as he walks out, knowing full well where the Communications officer was heading.

Soundwave is a rather smug mech. He won't voice it, but he is very smug, but he's also very willing to put other bots into their place. So when he arrives back at his quarters and can see other bots sniffing around, all he needs is to send a high-powered static pulse from his EM field before they are scurrying away. But the moment he enters his quarters, it's a different mood.

Soundwave is one of a few cybertronian who have enough resolve not to pounce. He enjoys playing and toying with you. He will pretend to ignore you while he pours him a glass of high grade before he makes himself comfortable in his seat. He will retract his mask as he slowly sips his drink, watching the way you squirm under his gaze.

He's a smug mech becuase he will have you begging in his lap without even saying anything to you and without even touching you, he will even hold out his drink for you to swirl your hand in before his glossa is picking the high grade off your arm and then wait for you to reapply the perfume. If energon hadn't been dangerous to the human nerves system, he would have had you laying in a bowl of energon for his own pleasure, but he would settle for the safer option. Sometimes, he will even use you as his own personal snack plate, with carbon swirls, magnesium and bismuth crunches, and even energon and Galium crystal candies.

That's how you end up sitting on his spike. He continues to enjoy his drink. Watching the way you move and take him. This was his guilty pleasure, using perfume, high grade, and your skins pheromones as his own way of riding a high. He's a tender lover and makes sure you're satisfied by the end.

For Soundwave, you don't smell or taste like his favourite treat. You are the treat. He loves the blended mix of your skin, perfume, and high grade mixed together.

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May 5th: Day 2

Brunch: two scrambled eggs (12g protein/140 cals), 2 slices of salmon (17g/144), a bit of potatoes (1/4 plate of carbs/180), salad (vitamin A), 2 tbsp of avocado (healthy fats/60 cals) = Overall: 34g protein/550 cals ✅

Vitamins/supplements taken ✅ (again, berberin, inositol, vitamin B16, C, D, Zinc, magnesium)

Snack: matcha latte with almond milk (l-theanin that stabilises blood sugar/reduce cortisol, 60 cals)

Dinner: avocado toast: avocado (1,5g, 120 cals), keto bread (8g, fibers, 70 cals), eggs (12g, 140 cals) = 21,5g protein, 330 cals

+ spearmint tea (good for digestion)

🌟 Overall: 940 cals (57g protein) - 325 cals = 615 cals 🩷🩷

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Tips For Mindful, Healthy Eating

Be mindful of the foods you keep at home: While I'm not a fan of restriction (especially of entire macronutrients), know yourself well enough to help yourself prevent binging on trigger foods that you start overeating when stressed, tired, etc. My rule of thumb is if I would be uncomfortable having 2 servings of something in a sitting, it doesn't belong in my fridge/freezer/pantry. Keep those treats for socializing or outside of the home.

Discover a selection of healthy meals, snacks, and staple items you love: Physical, nutritional, and emotional satisfaction are all essential to keep your cravings in check. Consider the 5 or so lunches/dinners you love and 1-3 breakfast options, at least 1-2 sweet and savory snacks (like fruit, popcorn, edamame, etc.) to create a simple rotation to keep you satisfied throughout the week. Experiment with different recipes/produce/spices/low sugar & low-fat condiments and seasonings to find what combinations taste the best to you.

Check-in with yourself before eating: Ensure that you're eating due to true hunger rather than feelings of boredom, stress, sadness, etc. If you have the urge to emotionally eat, try to get moving by shaking your arms, dancing around your room, taking a walk, etc. for at least 5-10 minutes before considering getting something to eat.

Enjoy mindful eating: Eat with as few distractions as possible. Take your time to enjoy the food. Take small bites, put your utensils down between bites, and chew slowly. Check in with yourself throughout the eating experience to reconnect with your hungry cues as you get through the plate or bowl of food. See if your hunger is decreasing and how full you feel throughout the experience. Make eating its own separate and enjoyable activity whenever possible.

Have indulgent teas, coffees, and fruit water on hand: Eat if you're truly hungry. But, for the times you're bored or stressed, having a vanilla or cinnamon tea, a cup of cold brew, or a lemon/fruit-infused water can satisfy your desire for some palette simulation

Don't get into a binge-restrict cycle: Allow yourself to eat when you're truly hungry, otherwise, you will overcompensate at a later date. A good litmus test to see if you're truly hungry is to reflect on whether multiple food options could satisfy your current desire for food. If only one food or unhealthy options sound desirable, you're probably experiencing a craving rather than true hunger.

Stay hydrated & get enough sleep: Drinking enough water and a full night's rest are essential to prevent energy crashes that increase your hunger and decrease your inhibitions to give into stress binges or choose unhealthy options. Always keep a glass of water by your side when working, watching TV, etc. to prevent dehydration or a general lack of fluids. Give yourself a loose sleep schedule with an hour or so grace period for your ideal bedtime and wake-up time for the workweek and the weekends.

Ensure you're meeting all of your vitamin requirements: Your body will naturally feel sluggish and more susceptible to cravings if you're not getting enough of certain nutrients on a regular basis. I always supplement with B12 and vitamin D as someone who's been vegan for over a decade. Make sure your diet incorporates nutrients like iron, magnesium, and zinc (common nutrient deficiencies).