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how's ultra magnus coming along with the baby safety regulations?

One step at a time

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_hound x reader 

[a/n: hello!! if i remember the context correctly [this is from a while ago], both hound and the reader think the other is upset with them. just some sloppy and mushy mutual pining where it is so obvious that Hound is lovesick with the reader and angry with himself for how he acted in an undisclosed situation. it ends a bit abruptly, but enjoy!]

silence is a stranger within the stronghold that is your relationship with Hound, unaccustomed to the dead air that lingers. every so often, your lips part, thinking you’ve conjured up a sentence that doesn’t sound ridiculous, but no sound ever escapes. nothing feels quite right to say, as a heavy internal struggle persists. 

your hair moves with the wind inelegantly as he rolled down the window wordlessly about fifteen minutes earlier. arms perch on the sill, fingers ghosting over the outside plating just above the door handle. everything about your body language radiates exhaustion, yet you couldn’t even think about falling asleep at a time like this. 

there’s a slight jolt to your shoulders as a short noise of frustration echoes from his speakers, then the radio bursts to life. as if affronted by the volume, he turns the song down, but one could clearly decipher Mr. Mister’s Hunters of the Night. 

perhaps the silence pissed him off too, or drove him crazy. even imagining an agitated Hound remained to be seen, but if his irritation lay with you, you in the very least owed the guy an apology. he hadn’t outwardly expressed his frustration with you, merely whisking you away from a situation that no longer made any sense to endure. 

“Are ya upset with me?”

slowly, your gaze moves from the passing greenery to his interior, relieved to find that this mirror has finally glanced your way. 

“Upset?” you ask, voice hoarse from disuse. “Why would I be upset? No, not at all.” 

little do you know, his side-view mirror had been studying you rather intently. 

your answer doesn’t satisfy him, not convincing enough to satiate that stress ball that has him wound up tighter than a spring. as if to demonstrate his unyielding vexation at the situation, the building crescendo of Peter Gabriel’s Shock the Monkey begins after the previous song concludes. 

at his inability to respond, you settle back into your position, devastated as rain begins to run over his plating. just from his tires, it splashes over your arm, but you can’t find it in you to move back inside fully. 

the song plays in full, runs for five minutes and change before you gather the courage to speak. 

“Can we talk about it?” you extend, leaving the question open-ended as if to provide him means of escape. 

to immense surprise, Hound doesn’t reply for some time. he allows the third song of the evening to begin, Tragedy by the Bee Gees, an awful symbol for how downhill this all has become. as disappointment and upset begin to run rampant in your mind, a hazy thought passes you by that he just sped past your exit. 

with some hesitation, you fear that maybe he hadn’t heard you. 

“Hound?” your voice is just above a whisper, afraid to vocalize any louder. “Are you upset with me?” 

it sounds as if the radio station’s tape skipped, but you knew better to understand that there was no such occurrence. his voice box just hitched, evidently surprised by your inquiry, even if it seemed entirely reasonable to you. 

you look so sad. Hound had thought of a million things to say, watching the way your brow furrows and no familiar smile appears. he misses that, unaccustomed to such a disheartened expression to cross your beautiful face. 

finally realizing that he’s waited far too long to answer, a stammered counter slips through his speakers. “N-No! Not at all, m’sorry.” 

you intend to ask what he’s sorry for, but he continues on, still stumbling over his words somewhat. “‘S raining, y/n. C’mon.” 

you knew what he was proposing, rolling the window up to escape the rain. the fresh air was helping the knot in your stomach, but you couldn’t find the energy to argue any further. 

“Okay.” slumping against the seat, your escape to the outside is slowly pulled away as the glass rolls upward. 

“Thank ya, darlin’.” leaves his voice box on instinct, but it doesn’t feel right this time. almost improperly, if he was being honest with himself. 

“You missed my exit,” you mumble. 

his mirror tilts once more. “Ah did?” 

you nod twice. 

“M’Sorry-” 

“Hound, I’m so sorry-”

if Hound was in his alt-mode, he’d be giving you the most perplexed look ever, but you spare no expense in returning a confused expression to his rearview mirror. 

“What?” you gently press, fingers grasping the edges of the seat in momentary forgetfulness. “You’re sorry? What for?” 

a grunt of exasperation departs him, but it’s not directed your way. “Nah, why are you sorry?” 

to his well-earned relief, you laugh softly. “I asked first.”

“Hm.” Hound pauses, mulling your words over. “Yeah. Ah guess ya did.”

you’re so patient. he can’t even recall the last time he’s interacted with someone so understanding, briefly wondering how he could have messed this up so badly. Hound is not unwilling to beg for this relationship to find compromise, angry with himself for being unable to control his emotions. 

someone wronged you, they upset you. 

how could he not defend you? 

it’s a cardinal want of his to simply yearn for your attention and your company. Hound knows he’s more than a selfish mech for desiring such things, but it can’t be helped. it had been a rather large hurdle to overcome, conceding to the temptation and rampaging emotions, but he’d finally come to terms with it. 

and promptly ruined it, in the meantime. 

“Ah’m sorry for a lotta things, y/n. Mostly how I acted. A lil bit for missin’ your exit, but ah think ah can fix that a bit easier.” 

“I’m not upset about any of those things.” you extend, sincerity pouring into your words. “I’m not upset at all.” 

reassurance finds him, but it doesn’t last all that long. unsatisfied that you were still holding on to some worry in his regard, apologetic for seemingly no reason. 

“And you?” he drawls, wishing to solve all of your problems in an instant. “Why are ya sorry?” 

uncomfortably, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, but surrender your feelings and reasoning with little resistance. 

as did most things, divulging feelings arrived easier alongside Hound.

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Meet Cute?

birfday fic for me

"We need to-"

"BUMBLEBEE!"

The shout cuts off Windblade, and she whips around, shocked to see your alt tearing through the dusty desert towards her and Bee. Bee himself chirps something out of his radio snippets, but Windblade pays him no mind, thrilled to see a fellow Autobot, but it's you. You, who knows Bumblebee, and are unaware of his current amnesiac state.

In a twist of motion, you transform, momentum carrying you straight into Bee. Your chassis slams into his, arms thrown around his neck cables as his scrabble for your waist while you both fall to the dirt. He can't make any comments, radio rendered into useless static as your dermas seal with his own.

Your kisses are intense, fiery hot and passionate, full of love and so achingly familiar that Bee doesn't hesitate to kiss back. If he offlines his optics and focuses on the touch of your servos on his cheeks, your dermas on his, he can almost remember something. It's right there, tickling the edges of his consciousness, slipping through his digits with each grab he makes.

Your glossa slips into his intake, and all thoughts flood out of his helm. Bee melts, desperately trying to keep up with you, even as steam vents out of his seams.

"Okay!" Windblade calls, not that either of you hear her. She claws at you pauldrons, hauling you off Bee with such strength your left reeling. "OKAY! Enough of that!"

Bee stays lying on the ground, grinning at the sky. "Whoa, MAMA!"

You giggle, face pinching slightly to hear his radio and not his voice, but still, you turn to Windblade and hug her too. For a moment, she relaxes into your embrace, sighing. Maybe things will be okay, now that you're here to help her with the stupid cons.

"Missed you too, Windblade." You say, pulling back from the hug to flash her a smile. She returns it easily. "You want a kiss too?"

"You mackin' on my girl!?" Comes the shrill of Bee's radio. He rockets to his feet, arms coming around your waist as you lean back into him, laughing.

For a moment, Windblade can picture Cybertron, the stadium filled wtih Cube fans, the three of you playing around before the game starts. Before the war. Before the devastation.

Her resolve to find the Allspark strengthens. She wants that back, somehow, someway.

"I can't believe you remember." Windblade says.

"Remember?" You echo.

"Bee's processor got wiped somehow." Windblade explains. You slowly turn to look at the mech still clinging to you. "He doesn't remember anything, but it seems he remembers you."

"You-!" You squawk, suddenly flailing. Bee tries to cling, but your wiggling forces him to let go. "You don't remember anything!?"

"You're a mystery to me, babe!" Bee replies easily.

Your servos slam into either side of your helm. "I-I kissed you! And you don't even remember me!?"

"You didn't know-" Windblade tries, but you turn to her, expression blank.

"Windblade," you say, so serious even Bee goes solemn, "I need you to take your sword and stab it right here."

Windblade sputters at your point to your chassis, right above your spark chamber. Bee whines loudly, grabbing at you from behind again, despite how you struggle. He shields your spark with his servos, like he thinks Windblade would actually stab you.

"You're not funny." Windblade scolds, pinching your cheek. Bee slaps her servo away for you.

"I'm mortified." You reply. Seeing a lost battle, you fall to gravity, Bee's grip the only thing keeping you off the ground. "I kissed Bee and he doesn't know who I am. I didn't even stop to ask if you guys were okay. Just threw myself at an amnesiac."

"We looooove to see it."

Windblade sighs. "With all the love in my spark, Bee, shut up."

Bee sinks down with you held like a toy against him, pouting. "Awwww. . ."

Nope, Windblade decides, smacking your servos away when they make halfhearted grabs towards her sword. It's still going to be difficult, even with you on the team. Because if you and Bee had one thing that made you perfect for one another, it was that you were both dramatic as the pit.

This was going to be a long cycle.

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~Commission for sweet @kindestcactus

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I keep thinking about this song and cooked this up in 2 hours

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SWERVE PICS FOR MY BELOVED SWERVE FANS

yes I stole them all from my pinterest board yes BUT THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE HIM THE WORLD NEEDS TO WITNESS THE GREATNESS OF SWERVE

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hiii you probably know who this is. Can I request Starscream x Decepticon Reader headcanons where the reader always gasses him up all the time and is always quick to side with him when he inevitably tries to take over the Decepticons?

Omg hello friend!! Sorry for the delay in getting to this… I love Starscream……

SFW, GN reader, bot reader

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How the two of you have managed to avoid getting offlined for treachery is a total mystery. Every time Starscream makes an attempt at overthrowing Megatron, you’re backing him up all the way. Whenever someone makes a snide remark in his direction, you’re ready to start a fight in his defence. Your fellow Decepticons don’t understand why. Starscream is probably the least trustworthy out of all of them, and by extension, so are you.

At first, he only saw you as someone disposable and easy to manipulate. Keeping you around to stroke his ego and ready to throw you under the bus at a moment’s notice so you can take the fall when a plan goes south. Yet your loyalty towards him never faltered. Over time his opinion of you changed; once, he thought you were ingratiating yourself to him for your own selfish gains, but now he knows you truly care for and support him. This gives way to him starting to care about you in return. Treating you better.

He starts warning you when it’s time to retreat, rather than abandoning you to save himself. Allows you to voice your opinions on his schemes, though he still struggles with constructive criticism. Sometimes he’ll even help patch you up after a fight, after tending to himself first, of course. It takes a long time for him to realise it, but he genuinely likes you. He trusts you.

Every day within the Decepticon ranks there’s a power struggle waiting to happen. You know that you lack the strength to take the position of leader yourself, so you’re relying on Starscream to get there for the both of you. He can be shrill at times, sure, but he’s much smarter than Megatron in your opinion. For one, he wants the war to actually end and not necessarily by killing all his enemies. Other Decepticons don’t realise it to the same degree, if at all, but Starscream knows that brute strength will only get you so far. Soft power — manipulations and negotiating, those are just as important to winning a war if not more so.

Your constant support fuels his ego, but it’s also his main source of comfort when a scheme fails or Megatron is otherwise tearing into him. At the end of a particularly rough day, when he’s away from the others and can stop posturing, he will press his helm against your chassis in silence and grab your servo in his own. Wants you to comfort him, to sooth away the humiliation and defeat. To tend to his wings, wants to feel your digits running along their edges and massage the joints where they’re fixed to his back. With enough affection he’ll make a swift recovery. Finding his voice again, he’ll start telling you about his plans for when he finally usurps Megatron for good (you, of course, will be his second in command). It’s a future you can’t wait to bring to fruition.

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Do you have more Insecticons?

"Instinct" GN BOT Reader x The Insecticons

Summary: The Insecticons trying to seduce reader while reader doesn't know what the hell is happening.

G1 Characters: The Insecticons, Sideswipes here too (you flirt with each other a little too but casually.)

Genre/Theme: Insecticons failing to seduce Reader.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, Their, Them, They

Notes: Autobot Reader! Referencing G1 episodes at the start. Part 2 of this.

You really should've known better. Really, you should have.

After someone let it slip, you knew how to make those energon goodies. The Insecticons wound up kidnapping you. Which half of It you don't even remember because of the mind control shell and the orders they gave you. But it was a day and a half for your friends to get you back from them.

Then they kidnapped you a second time when they were hopped up on that stuff that made them grow a few size classes. Oh yeah, that one ended with Shrapnel exploding because, of course, it did.

So you really should know better.

But the invasive plant fiasco happened, and you got to watch the insecticons clone army get absolutely devoured by those plants. And you were the only one watching what was the original Insecticons freaking out and desperately trying to free Kickback from the clutches of one of said plants.

You should be relieved they were gonna get eaten. It would make your jobs guarding earth a lot easier.

But looking at them panic and Kickback begging, and frankly, it actually looked like he was a nanoklick from bursting into tears. Kinda just- eh, what was the human phrase Carly used to describe that guy she had that encounter with? A pathetic bastard? Yeah, that sounds right. They looked like such pathetic bastards that you couldn't help feeling sorry for them.

You cared way too much in general.

But that's primarily why you were an Autobot and not a Decepticon.

With a sigh, you ran over and promptly slammed your pede onto the vines latched around Kickbacks leg. The plant sensing you close latched another vine out and wrapped it around your arm. You only pressed down harder on the one you were stepping on. And Bombshell and Shrapnel managed to yank Kickback free of the plants' vice grip.

They barely looked your way before booking it away from the killer plants grasp and up into the sky.

Honestly, you really did care too much. You shot Blaster a message to come your way to free you when another vine shot out to wrap around your thigh. The two limbs slowly begun to drag you closer to the main bulb of the plant.

At least these things only ate Insecticons.

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You were stuck on patrol with Sideswipe during a slow shift. The klicks crawling by agonizingly slow. After the sixth round of your patrol route with absolutely nothing of note happening, you'd opted to take a quick break.

You were both in your root modes, and Sideswipe had moved next to the tree you were already leaning against. You arched an optic ridge at him silently, wondering what he was doing at the tree you'd already claimed as your own.

He mimicked a yawn- like the humans would do, and stretched his arms high and- his arm went over your pauldron. Sideswipe then dragged you a bit closer to his frame, and you could only level him with a blank expression.

"What? It's not like we're doing nothin' could be doing... something." Sideswipe exaggeratedly waggled his optic ridge and made the most ridiculous expression, so you knew he wasn't being serious. "Something fun maybeeee?" He nearly leaned his entire frame weight onto you, and you would've fallen if you didn't make sure to hold him up. This slagger.

Though despite your mild annoyance, your derma quirked upwards. Because two could play this game after all.

Instead of pushing Sideswipe away or breaking away like you assume he was expecting, you only leaned further against him. Your servo moved to trace the dip of his Autobot symbol. You met his gaze and arched an optic brow. And you asked if Sideswipe really thought he could handle you.

Amusement curled in your frame when Sideswipe's optics brightened a touch.

And before you could shove him away and tell him to get real, a shout made you both jump away from each other.

"Autobot!" Bombshell appeared out of the shrubbery in his alt mode. You both automatically reached for your weapons, but Bombshell kept talking. "I challenge you to a duel! No blasters, only frames!" Bombshell announced while staring right at Sideswipe.

Sideswipe thought on it for only half a nano-klick before grinning. "You're on bug boy!" You could only sigh over the response. Of course, the fight junky would take it up with no questions asked.

Which is how you end up standing on the side, watching them both circle one another like a pair of territorial turbofoxes. You'd found a dirt patch in the trees, and it was where they'd started brawling. Sideswipe lundged first and after a big scuffle ended up on Bombshell's back. Bombshell rightfully started bucking and swinging to get Sideswipe off of him. You try to cheer Sideswipe on telling him not to make the Autobots look bad and to keep it together.

But eventually, Sideswipe loses his grip he had on Bombshell's back and gets bucked off. Then Bombshell rushed him, and you half assumed Sideswipe was about to get impaled right in front of you. Only Sideswipe dodged, making Bombshell's horn scrap underneath Sideswipe's frame instead of directly stabbing him.

Bombshell then launched Sideswipe off his horn with a vengeance.

You watched Sideswipe sail into a tree and land in the dirt with a loud crash of branches and metal.

"Yes! Victory is mine!" Bombshell announced aloud and actually started shuffling like he was celebrating his win.

You call out and ask Sideswipe if he's okay.

"Yeah! Kinda scuffed but I'm fine."

Another shout makes you jolt and you turn to see Shrapnel's alt mode jump out of the shrubbery this time into the dirt clearing. But he's got his gaze set right on Bombshell instead of you or Sideswipe.

Shrapnel advanced towards Bombshell "Mine! Mine-!" He repeated aloud.

"No! Not yours! Mine!" Bombshell snapped back, his plating ruffling and shaking in anger. And just like that, they started circling each other like Sideswipe and Bombshell had.

What the pit were they even fighting over? The win?

They charged each other, and after a quick scuffle, Shrapnel managed to grab Bombshell with his big mandibles. Shrapnel whipped around and threw Bombshell against a tree. The wood cracked, and the tree fell with a load crash. "I won! I won-!" Shrapnel quickly started celebrating.

But Bombshell didn't stay down, and he came back via rushing Shrapnel through the bushes. His horn slamming Shrapnel right in the side and sending his alt mode skidding against the ground. Shrapnel hissed, and Bombshell actually growled back at him. Seriously, what are they fighting over!? Shrapnel then let loose a discharge of his electricity, and just like that, you dived to join Sideswipe in the shrubbery.

You both decided to ditch the two of them to start making your way back to the patrol route, while you spit balled ideas on what all that was between each other. Only not too long after you started going, did you start hearing- something.

It almost sounded like- Powerglide trying to take off? Like metal spinning fast and precise. You stared at one another before electing to follow through with your patrol and investigate it.

You ended up tracking the noise together through the woods until you got closer and closer. And eventually you ended up close enough to see a frame in the woods clinging on a tree. You could see- purple and gray- oh Primus, it's Kickback.

And Kickback was? Was he making the sound? You focused your optics and could make out his alt mode legs drumming against his own wings. The reverberated noise you'd been hearing was the drumming sound of very quick metal on metal touches.

You stepped on a branch, and the sound immediately cut out. Kickback glanced your way, and you both tensed.

Only he started drumming the sound up on his wings once more while making optic contact with you in his alt mode. You cycled your optics and continued to stare astonished at the display.

A loud crash made you all snap your attention towards Shrapnel and Bombshell, who both tumbled into your area in a mess of angry bug limbs. Bombshell forced Shrapnel's helm to the side when he pushed him down, and Shrapnel let loose another discharge of his electricity. It engulfed the area making you jerk back. The burning prickles of it ghosted along your frame. Kickback yelling in pain told you he was not as fortunate as you two were.

As soon as the wave of electricity stopped, Bombshell dropped to his side and had to make an effort to get back up again. Shrapnel rose only for Kickback to descend on both of them with a vengeance. It turned into an all-out scrap between the three of them, climbing and swiping and kicking and- a shot of stray electricity nearly hit Sideswipe in the helm. You both looked at each other and turned on a pede and quickly made your way back towards your route and away from the Insecticons apparent madness.

You'd take your boring patrol shift over this any day of the week.

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"Hold it!" Bombshell snapped, putting a leg each on Shrapnel and Kickbacks helms pushing their alt modes closer to the ground. "Where are they?" At the question, they both glanced left and right and realized like he did that you were gone.

They all broke away from one another to transform back into root mode and start cursing.

"Slagger! Slagger-! That Autobot took off with them- with them-!" Shrapnel angerly clenched his mandibles and stood up. Glancing around seeing if there was any sign for which direction you'd taken off in.

"You two ruined my show! They were interested even!" Kickback pushed Shrapnel and pointed at Bombshell. "They were focusing right on me, and you ruined it!" Kickback swung back and smashed a rock to bits with his pede, sending broken rock flying into the air. His antennas twitched, and his plating quivered in his own displeasure.

"Whatever! Whatever-! Like they'd actually go with you! You-!" Shrapnel glared at Kickback, and Kickback hissed back at him with a sneer.

"Be quiet, both of you!" Bombshell snapped and shoved them both away from one another. "Clearly, we need to re plan our seduction strategy." Kickback and Shrapnel huffed but didn't argue. "We needed that failure to remind us we aren't just trying to be their mate. We've got the entirety of the Autobots to compete with."

They couldn't argue with Bombshell on it because it was true. They were going to be fighting all the Autobots for your attention. While they were busy fighting each other, that red Autobot easily swiped you away from them.

"We'll need to work together to make them our mate." Bombshell turned and started making his way towards a clearing in the trees. "So no more fighting over them between us until we make them ours. Got it?"

"Sounds like a plan- plan-!" Shrapnel followed after Bombshell.

"Fine- the Autobots won't know what hit them when they choose us." Kickback trailed after the both of them smiling as he imagined the scene.

"We'll make them ours soon enough." With that, they all transformed back into alt mode and took to the skies. Keeping their optics open for a familiar sight of your color of paint.

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Sharing shipping charts for funsies! Orcuit has two for the purpose of different universes meanwhile the others are poly :P

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Bruh I cant believe I forgot to post this template on the one place where people would properly appreciate it LMAO.

THIS IS #OTPOverboard! A “get to know my otp” template for people who love “get to know my otp” memes but REALLY DON'T WANNA DO 17 DIFFERENT PAGES OF THEM!

For easy editing, check this ko-fi link (pwyw/free) for FLAT PNG, TRANSPARENT PNG, PSD FILES! Enjoy!!!

There's a version for OTPs, a version for OTPs without the spicy stuff, a version for OT3s, and a version for platonic friends and partners!

Download the "Everything.rar" to get….. everything. Download the "PSDs.rar" to get only PSDs!

If you feel like sharing, I would absolutely love if you tagged your charts as #OTPOverboard on social media!!

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H-hello 🙂🙂🙂😊😊😊😍😍 IDW Skywarp absolutely who gave you the right to be so beautiful I could actually pass away

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I just want to see Spectra genuinely happy for once. Is that too much to ask TwT

PAINTING FACES WITH CARRIER!!!!

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BANANA COLORED!!!!

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been awhile since i posted, but!!! i've been obsessed with this gal for the past month, so i thought i'd share!

meet echo! she's a megop sparkling who has to deal with her parents' complicated relationship. she loves both of her parents dearly, but is unwilling to pick a side in the war because of it. she also has an aversion to violence, and avoids it if she can help it.

she's altruistic and open-minded, a position she holds due to her self-imposed neutrality. one of her core beliefs being that, "not all decepticons are bad, and not all autobots are good. why discriminate based on frame-type or faction? at spark, we're all cybertronians."

feel free to shoot me any asks about her if anyone is curious >:3

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Ohmigosh- while we’re still talking about ocs!? I realize I forgot to pat this down here.. so—

*pat, pat,*

@fallisl1fe come collect your gremlin child, as she can no longer be trusted and @innome0,, can I keep your tired mom?? He is the entire ships only braincell,,