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An open letter to the U.S. Congress

Fund WIC now!!

I am urging you, as my representative, to speak out on behalf of the Special Supplemental Nutrition Program for Women, Infants, and Children (WIC), and to work to secure additional funding in the next short-term FY 24 appropriations package. This additional funding is critically necessary to ensure that WIC can continue to provide all eligible women, infants, and young children who need to participate with the full, science-based prescriptive food benefit, along with WIC’s wide range of other health and nutrition services. Failure to include this funding in the next short-term appropriations bill will result in waiting lists and an interruption in benefits. WIC has a track record of reducing hunger, improving diet quality, and preventing disease. Participants in WIC are four times more likely to be food secure than eligible nonparticipants, and enrollment during pregnancy is associated with a decreased risk of household food insecurity after birth. Over decades, Congress, on an overwhelmingly bipartisan basis, has provided WIC with the necessary resources to serve all eligible women, infants, and young children. Funding for WIC is needed now in the next short-term spending bill (CR) in order to ensure uninterrupted participation, benefits, and services. The remaining full funding is needed to provide this level of full support for WIC in the final FY 2024 appropriations package. Thanks.

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by popular demand.... another angst no comfort fic. enjoy <3

SUPER SOLDIER!reader x lt ghost

you're just a freak of nature, an inhumane person with no morals and the higherups love to sing praises of your work. he hates it, and so he breaks you, albeit not quite in the way he thought it would happen

PART TWO Series Masterlist

AO3 VER

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A born and bred weapon, that’s how they described you, the perfect asset crafted only for war. It was all you knew, your entire purpose and your only being. Not many know how you came to be, nor do they care much, just aware that no matter how hard they try, you will always be better than them. Your sight is honed to catch the twitch of a lip, ears listening for the wind passing the wrong way and your hands? They’re primed for the perfect kill, fast reflexes that could catch the smallest fly between your fingertips– a tested and proven fact. You were everything the military dreamed of, the perfect person, tested to beat every flaw on the battlefield. Paraded around to the superiors, praised for your skills by every colonel as they scrutinised you down to the way you fix your helmet.

And what better of a person to test you with than Ghost, the ever elusive and stoic wall, known to be feared on the battlefield just for his mask? 

When you were assigned to him three months ago, he had a vague idea of what to expect, assuming you to be like any other rookie he’s dealt with during his time as a lieutenant. Only likely stronger and probably cockier. So he stepped towards the car, eyes narrowing as he saw you being escorted in.. handcuffs. “What’s all of that for?” He raises a brow, and you only look between him and the man escorting you, oddly expressive with your wide eyes and bright face. Nothing like what the super soldier program described. “Just precautions, sir.” The soldier replies, passing Ghost the keys before climbing back into the truck once more. 

“You’re Lieutenant Ghost? You sure do fit the description..”

 He certainly did not expect your lips to quirk upwards like that, something akin to amusement on your face as you run your eyes up and down his form. For someone trained for war, you sure aren’t trained in respect.  He tugs on your handcuffs, forcing you to stumble into a walk beside him as he turns toward base, not bothering to entertain your clear attitude any longer. “That’s Lieutenant to you, and it’d do you good to think before you speak.” Surprisingly, you only laugh that off, and he hates it, used to rookies bending under his whim, especially stuck-up ones like you.

 Mornings start early, the second he wakes, so do you, although you head to the gym first whilst he goes to breakfast— you’re too proud to show your face, he thinks, and they probably have you on some special diet. When he finally joins you in the gym, it’s an hour later, and you still haven’t broken your morning run, keeping a steady pace. He doesn't bother speaking, and you don't wait for him to ask, walking over for your usual spar. It’s the usual every day, the way he doesn't let you get a single move in, constantly blocking off any move from you. He says it’s just for training, scoffs when you can’t push yourself back up even if you've told him that you’ve been designed for speed more than strength. You don’t complain; in some weird robotic way, you always pick yourself back up and carry on going.

This continues for the next few months; every mission he only feels his gut twist and turn as you kill without a second thought, his training only making you a better soldier and not a struggling mess like anyone else would be. It’s worse when you walk up to him, head tilted in expectancy. Your face is  young, unlike your eyes, but you have a body too young to contain a killer. Every time he looks at you, he sees a rookie soldier, because that’s what your age usually is–it’s what you should’ve been. All he can really feel is disgust though, especially the inhumane way you smile after a job well done. How can you find joy in the copper smell that remains after you exit a room? How can you stand there and take any order dealt? It’s unnatural, and it makes him sick to think about.

“That’s enough.” He says firmly, heavy boots entering the room you had just cleared by yourself. He initially wasn’t sure on letting you do it on your own, but the scene of the bodies piled by your feet is proof enough of your capability. “So? Did I do well?” It sickens him how your lips begin to curve upwards, waiting for some sort of praise, some affirmation that he promised himself he’d never give, especially to you. “This was unnecessary.” He scoffs, pulling a knife out of a dead man’s throat and tossing it back to you, eyes raking over your bloodied form— never your own crimson. “You’re a mess.” He takes his radio, clicking the button as he gives the all clear and the rescued hostages start filing through, escorted by British soldiers. They all stare, right at you, their eyes piercing into your skin.

“It’s cold..” You murmur as you’re pushed outside, the cold air tingling your skin as he scoffs, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. He doesn't look too entertained, at least he looks grumpier than usual but at least he’s quieter than the usual times he’s angry with you. “Well, maybe if you could control yourself the hostages wouldn't crap themselves when they saw you.” He can't believe how you can just give him that oblivious look— he knows you’re not stupid, so why do you even try to act that way? 

“Ghost?” He forces down the urge to roll his eyes up at you, half expecting you to ask for a damn heater at this point because of the torturous weather. He bets the higher ups would get mad at him if he ever tried duct taping your mouth, but the thought is tempting nonetheless. “What?”

“It’s my birthday this Saturday.” You begin, still staring at him from your position against the opposite wall. A helicopter whirrs nearby, slowly approaching for exfil. “Captain said I could have some time to celebrate.” 

“So?” He nearly scoffs right then and there, looking at you with a raised brow. What? Are you trying to show off all your perks of being the best there is? He wouldn't be surprised if you had a mountain of gifts, or even given a medal for something. He doesn't know why you bother hiding it, he sees your shiny uniform every mission; he doesn't need a reminder of the favour you hold. Knowing you, they’d give you the whole weekend off while he still had paperwork to fill in.

“I was wondering if you’d come. The Captain said you’d be free.” He rolls his eyes, and lets out a long sigh, of course Price left him to babysit this devil on his off hours. He wouldn't be half surprised if he walked into your ‘party’ to see you receive some freakish torture device— it seemed like a gift you’d want. Likewise, he doubts it’s his scene anyway, with a bunch of soldiers likely hanging around wherever you plan to hold it.

“Sure, whatever kid, I’ll come.”

He reaches for a radio as the announcement of exfil echoes through, and you follow behind him as he leads you out of the building, only stopping when you step towards the helicopter. “You don't come in the helicopter, kid. Got a whole truck there for you.” Another soldier comes, leaving Ghost to walk away from you whilst you’re roughly pulled back, pushed into the back of a truck where you’re handcuffed in, left to the darkness to ride the journey alone. 

He lets out a long sigh as he sits down finally, tired out of his mind, and now he has to deal with you even longer than he should.

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Saturday. You wake up early, five am. The gym is the first stop; you’re not allowed to eat until you earn the right. There’s no sparring on weekends, so you do a couple of exercises to make up for it, even if you’re not feeling as good as usual. It never matters.

Mess hall. The same table, the same breakfast— like clockwork you sit down at exactly seven am, the tray scraping against something. It’s a piece of paper, as always. You’ve stopped paying mind to it anymore, deciding it’s not best to waste any moment of your short-lived time on the insults scribbled across it. The porridge is cold, the chef behind the counter had swatted your scratched hands away before serving it for you, leaving a large gap at the top of the bowl. Fruit; it doesn't taste as good when you get the last apple, but it provides good nutrients for you and some sugars. Water; you’re not allowed coffee often because too much could damage you. That's what the scientists always instructed you anyway.

Whispers echo around the hall as you sit on your own, menial conversations occurring on the table behind you, others laughing near the door. There’s never another chair on this table, especially when you’re sitting here already. A few lower rank soldiers ogle you from a nearby table, probably the same age as you if not older. Their eyes consume with jealousy and, as you step up to place the tray away, you don't miss the hard bread thrown at your back. The paper falls into the bin too, along with the apple seeds.

It’s still not time yet, only fifteen minutes past nine, so you head down to the track to work on improving your time, just like you do every day. Two hours are spent before it’s almost lunchtime and only now do you decide to shower, slipping into the communal area. You place your things into the locker, a few soldiers giving you sharp stares because of the marks across your back, the pin pricks and slices through the flesh. When you return from your shower, you find your clothes have been tossed across the floor, your shoes shoved into one of the toilets. Never a trace of the culprit though, and never caught in your sight.

Before you go to lunch, you sit outside and scrub your shoes down, using an old rag to clean off the muck that was purposefully placed on it, not that it’s particularly much cleaner afterwards. You arrive to lunch late, or well later than the expected time, but it’s always the usual for you. There aren't many options left, and the chef glares at you saying the soldiers over there already grabbed your share for you—why are you being greedy? Don't you get enough? The first time you walked over to the soldiers and asked for your share, but this time you decided not to, wanting to keep your clothes clean today. So you take a bottle of water and some fruit, walking back outside again.

It’s quiet out here, a nice respite from the many soldiers that bustle around the corridors, and you bite into your fruit quietly. It’s still cold, albeit a lot warmer than the other day— British weather had a tendency to never be quite predictable. A fox creeps out the bushes, one eye shut, and it’s limp evident as it sniffs around for anything of use. You had heard it's cries in the early hours of the morning, though you have no idea what may have attacked it. You lay your palm out, the banana peeled, and it steps forward, hesitant before taking half with a snap of its jaw. Laying down the rest, it starts to eat more, and you smile at the sight.

Unfortunately it’s immediately startled by a booming voice, one that you recognise as part of the taskforce— Sergeant Soap Mactavish You’ve never met him before, but you know who he is, just like the rest of the taskforce. They always pass by the corner of your eye, never meeting you head on. It’s almost like some sort of curse is placed upon you. You watch from your spot behind the tree, eyes peeking past as the four of them walk out of base and towards a car, your lieutenant, and the captain included. Maybe they were going out to lunch or something. Glancing down at your watch, the time is twelve fifty, and you silently come to the conclusion that they’ll only be out for a bit, hopefully coming back soon.

It’s two o clock, and you’re sitting in your room. The captain told you on Tuesday that you could have only two hours off for your birthday plans, which roughly gave you enough time to probably watch a movie with Ghost. He did say he’d try to make it as well, but he was a busy man so you had reassured him that it was quite alright since you’d have the lieutenant anyway. Since yesterday, you hadn’t thought much about what you could watch with the Lieutenant, but you’d eventually decided to watch whatever he liked, seeing as you could count on one hand all the movies you’ve seen. Thankfully, the captain told you last Sunday he'd organise some snacks for you, and maybe even a cake if you were good for the rest of the week, so right now was a waiting game.

A long one.

You reassured yourself at two thirty that they were likely just running late, even peeking out into the hallway a few times in case they couldn't find your room for whatever reason. By two fifty you were confused, and it was safe to say by three twenty you were feeling hopeless. But still, you knew they likely had a reason, they must. So you walk down the corridor, your feet unsteady for once, and head back into the main building, looking around rather frantically compared to your usual stature. 

What you didn't expect was to hear laughter dance down the corridor, instantly making you peek around the wall. It’s Soap and Gaz, holding a bunch of drinks in their hands, and they walk, chuckling to themselves. You could ask them, but something stops you, a weird feeling that stabs at your gut, and instead you hide behind the pillar, listening. 

“Today’s gonna be good– I mean drinks, nachos, and pizza? I’m gonna be stuffed.” Gaz laughs, the bottles in his hands clinking against each other as he adjusts them.

“Get ye own nachos, they’re mine.” Soap returns, elbowing the other lightly, and they both snicker, knowing Soap’s appetite. “Hey, didn’t Price say he had to organise something for that kid? Y'know, the super soldier Ghost works with.”

“He probably handled it already, otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed to grab the food with Ghost. But shouldn’t Ghost be going?”

Before he can respond, Ghost’s gruff voice rips out into the corridor, pizza boxes stacked high in his hands. “Hurry up, the games are gonna bloody start. They’ll survive with someone else.”

Who? There’s no ‘someone else’, there never has been, he knows that— you think he knows that. You thought he knew you; you thought you were doing good. Your feet stumble as you turn around and head down the opposing corridor, not sure when you placed your hands over your ears to protect them from anything more. It’s the first time in years you’ve felt your eyes water, something inside you snapping in a way that shouldn't, that can't, and you’re terrified by this revelation. You’re no longer a super soldier, no longer the best around, no longer the one they parade around— you’re another failed experiment.

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PART TWO Series Masterlist

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Jupiter shows where you tend to overdo things. Here’s a description based on its placement in each house:

1st House

• You have a strong, dominant personality and often want to be the center of attention.

• You can be overly demanding and push too hard for your goals.

• Your fashion style may be excessive, and you might indulge in cosmetic procedures or wear a lot of jewelry and accessories.

• You tend to spend heavily on your appearance and may try to juggle too many things at once.

• There’s a tendency to be overly focused on yourself.

2nd House

• You may hoard items or shop impulsively, often buying things just because.

• There’s a tendency to overwork, possibly juggling multiple sources of income.

• Spending on cosmetics, hair, clothes, and style can get excessive, and cosmetic enhancements may be frequent.

• You might prioritize stability to an extreme and focus heavily on having a structured, set life.

3rd House

• You may talk excessively, engage in frequent debates or arguments, and interact with many people.

• Constantly learning, you may have too many tabs open—both literally and figuratively.

• Your mind is filled with endless ideas, and you might overcommit to various educational programs.

• You could spend too much time with siblings or excessively text and talk on the phone.

• Spend excessive time on your phone.

• Spend a significant amount of time talking to others.

4th House

• You might spend an excessive amount of time at home with family and friends.

• Constant redecorating or buying things for your home is common.

• You may overindulge in comfort activities like staying in bed, cuddling, or enjoying home-cooked meals.

5th House

• You can be overly expressive and may try to juggle multiple hobbies or projects at once.

• Romantic relationships may become excessive, with frequent dating or hookups.

• You might have many children or find yourself in party and nightlife scenes too often.

• Overindulgence in fun, partying, or avoiding responsibilities can be a challenge.

6th House

• You may be a workaholic, often juggling several jobs and constantly staying busy.

• Helping others and being productive might become excessive, leaving little time for rest.

• You could overdo your wellness routine, such as dieting, exercising, or taking supplements.

• Obsession with skincare, hygiene, or maintaining a youthful appearance may develop.

7th House

• Relationships may be a central focus, with frequent dating, multiple marriages, or seeking romance excessively.

• You might rely heavily on others, becoming co-dependent or overly people-pleasing.

• There’s a tendency to overanalyze different perspectives or play devil’s advocate too often.

• Obsession with approval from people who don’t like you could arise.

8th House

• You may constantly crave change and new experiences.

• There’s a tendency toward excessive intimacy, with a high body count or obsession with sex.

• Financially, you might seek wealthy partners or focus too much on joint resources.

• You may overindulge in analyzing people, diving deeply into psychology, or exploring taboo topics.

9th House

• You might pursue multiple degrees, certifications, or philosophical discussions excessively.

• There’s a strong urge to travel frequently or learn about different cultures.

• You may have a lot of beliefs and constantly search for meaning in life.

• Overdoing growth and chasing life experiences can leave you feeling ungrounded.

10th House

• You might be overly focused on improving your career and achieving status.

• There’s a tendency to obsess over your image, goals, and purpose in life.

• You may become fixated on reaching the top of your career, gaining power, or finding your ultimate life purpose, often to the detriment of other areas of life.

11th House

• You could become overly focused on finding friends or fitting into social groups.

• There’s a tendency to immerse yourself in humanitarian causes, fighting for equity, and solving societal problems.

• You may obsess over social media, community involvement, or niche projects.

• Dreams and aspirations could dominate your attention, leaving little room for balance in other aspects of life.

12th House

• You might spend excessive time introspecting, trying to figure out yourself, others, and the world.

• There’s a tendency to become overly spiritual or religious, diving deeply into escapism or dreamlike states.

• Isolation can become excessive, with a strong urge to withdraw from society or live off-grid.

• Addictive tendencies or living in a fantasy world may surface.

• Overindulgence in healing or imagining life as you wish it to be could lead to a lack of groundedness in reality.

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Something really poignant about Lisa Frankenstein, to be at least, is the fact that when the creature attacks Janet, it’s not when she’s being rude to her. It’s not when she’s just saying rude things, or beoittling Lisa, or anything. It’s when Janet says that she’s going to admit Lisa.

Because the creature is from the 1830s. And even if he knows about modern culture and inventions, which he sort of seems to?, he’s still FROM the 1830s. And when Janet says the word admitted, he hears the word committed. When Janet says Serenity Manor, he knows that that means an asylum. And he knows what asylums are. They are dangerous places. They are places where you’re stripped of all autonomy. They are places where you send people away to become someone else’s problem, and they normally don’t come back. And so he attacks. He protects Lisa.

And I think that draws a really important comparison between what asylums were, and what mental care is now. Because in a lot of ways, it isn’t much better. There’s still a lot of abuse in the system. There’s still a complete lack of autonomy. There’s still so much ableism and bias within the system. And people are still sent there to get them out of other peoples ways, rather than strictly to help them. And, sure, this movie is set in the 80s, so it’s not exactly modern. I mean, the movie points out that times are different. But with Janet, it almost seems intent on pointing out of similar everything is. Sending Lisa to a psych ward. The diet culture. The “intuitive person” thing. That one line about narcissists needing to be vanquished. And all these things are still a pretty big issue now.

There’s just a lot of comparison. ESPECIALLY a lot of comparison when it comes to disability and madness in these three distinct time periods. And like, it’s obvious that mental health was used as a weapon against people, and especially WOMEN, in the 1830s. But Lisa Frankenstein highlights that in the 80s, it was still a weapon! And that psych ward programs still poses a threat. Theres a comparison between how Janet and Lisa’s dad erase Lisa’s grief and say that she’s “acting out” compared to female hysteria of the creature’s time. There’s also the creature’s reaction to being physically disabled vs Lisa’s, with Patch and everything, but that honestly is another post entirely.

I just think that the discussion of mental health in this film is really important and, frankly, really well done. Especially especially especially through the lens that Lisa is a girl. And Lisa Frankenstein is a movie about GIRLHOOD. And so the movie took the extra step to talk about the denial of women’s feelings and specifically grief, and the pathologization of them. When women feel in a way outside of a norm, they’re wrong. They’re crazy. They’re dangerous. And idk I just think it’s done really well and the comparisons are all right there.

And this is all in a movie based on Frankenstein. This is all about a character based on Victor Frankenstein. The MAD scientist. So I feel like it all fits together incredibly well.

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Summer Fitness Challenge: Your Guide to a Stronger, Healthier body

Show them what you’re made of your endless nights deserve a loud ovation shine bright and prove them wrong cause we can feel our progress

-straykids (song : blind spot)

Hi Sparkles! ⭐ This is the last blog in our first important blog series! I hope the previous six blogs were helpful and informative. Let's dive into a quick and effective summer workout routine to keep you fit and energized during the sunny months

Summer Workout Routine

Summer is the perfect time to revitalize your fitness routine and enjoy the great outdoors. Whether you’re looking to get in shape or maintain your current fitness level, this quick and effective workout plan will help you stay active and energized all summer long Here’s a routine you can follow (6 days in a week) :

by: 𖧷´ bloomzone 𝅄 ׂׅ

Day 1: Full Body Workout

Start your week strong with a full-body workout.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio (jogging, jumping jacks)

- Squats: 3 sets of 12 reps

- Push-ups: 3 sets of 10 reps

- Plank: 3 sets of 30 seconds

Day 2: Cardio and Core

Burn calories and strengthen your core.

- Warm-up:5 minutes of dynamic stretches

- HIIT: 20 minutes (alternate 30 seconds of sprinting with 30 seconds of walking)

Day 3: Active Rest

Give your muscles a break while staying active.

- Activity: Light walking, swimming, or yoga for 30 minutes (don't overwork yourself)

Day 4: Lower Body Focus

Focus on building strength in your lower body.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio

- Lunges: 3 sets of 12 reps per leg

- Glute Bridges: 3 sets of 15 reps

Day 5: Upper Body Focus

Target your upper body for a balanced physique.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of light cardio

- Dumbbell Bench Press: 3 sets of 12 reps

- Bicep Curls: 3 sets of 15 reps

Day 6: Cardio and Stretching

End your week with cardio and flexibility work.

- Warm-up: 5 minutes of dynamic stretches

- Steady-State Cardio: 30 minutes (running, cycling, or brisk walking)

- Stretching: 10 minutes of full-body stretches

Day 7: Rest Day

Allow your body to recover:Complete rest or light activity like a leisurely walk and give yourself a self care day !!

Tips for Success

1. Stay Hydrated: Drink plenty of water throughout the day, especially during and after workouts.

2. Eat Well: Focus on a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains (or if u are programming to follow a diet click here ! )

3. Be Consistent: Stick to the routine and adjust as needed based on your fitness level.

4. Listen to Your Body: Rest if you feel overly fatigued or experience any pain.

ıllı ⠀ : As you continue on your fitness journey, keep setting new goals and challenging yourself. Adjust the intensity of your workouts as needed and explore different activities to keep your routine enjoyable and engaging. Fitness is a journey, and each step you take brings you closer to ur body goal .⠀♡ ⠀ !!

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The Arcturus Missions

Part Forty Seven - Emotional Responses

Part Forty Six

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MECHA Recruit Enlistment, is the initial rounds of testing and preparation pilots have to go through upon being selected or enrolled with the program. MECHA’s main headquarters is located not far from Macon, Georgia; in what is now registered as MECHA county. Population, unknown.

All prospective pilots are sent to specific MECHA testing centers for the initial written test or tests depending on the person's aptitude in initial testing. 

If the prospective pilots get half or more of the questions correct on the written exam, then they will move onto the next phase. If they get serenity-fiver percent correct they will be placed in the second written exam for non-striker class, if they pass with more than half correct they will move on to the next phase.

The next phase involves the transportation to Georgia, then physical compatibility testing.  If passed with a fifty percent or higher, the person will move onto pilot training and be given their piloting number. The number is based on the organization and the time in which you enter the organization.

Each prospective pilot will go through a full medical, dental, and psychiatric screening before being assigned to a group. Depending on the group changes the potential for class assignment down the line. 

On the first day after compatibility testing, the new pilots are measured and tested for their future implants, along with assistant suits. They are given a basic outfit to wear if one was not brought with them, which is more often than not the case. All pilots are vaccinated and are placed on a strict diet until surgery day.

Basic essentials are provided. 

From there they spend a majority of their time in simulators, classes, and in physical training to prepare them for life as a pilot. If they are able to handle all of these events after thirty days, then implants are installed.

Training continues for another three months before the new pilot is assigned a suit, a region, and a class. All are dependent on test scores, compatibility score, ability, and comprehension.  

Often compared to military regulations, the transition from military pilot to civilian pilots has been deemed easier than the transition from civilian to pilot. Less than five percent of military personal in the US transfer from military based programs to private ones, unless compatibility testing was ran by Doctor Shockwave.

At which point the number rapidly increases to eighty-seven percent. 

As of this moment he has been deemed the most comprehensive in compatibility testing in the United States, hired by government contract for their bi-annual testing.

MECHA rinses compatibility testing monthly. 

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Blood was rushing in his ears and it felt like the conference room was closing in on them all, everything was too much, the tears were building up behind his visor and it wasn’t like he could reach up to wipe them away without everyone noticing. Damn these suits, damn having to pretend. 

Mirage’s grip on his hand and Prowl’s on his shoulder were the only things keeping him grounded for the moment. Whether from the blabbering of the scientists or the intense staring of Prime and Protector, Hound felt like he needed it. That court marshal feeling had yet to fade. 

The room wasn’t exactly quiet, the scientists were bickering to each other, though he supposed it was probably more so hypothesizing. That was worse, that made Hound’s skin crawl. Back in testing, back in the hands of those who wanted to tear him apart and rebuild him in their ideas. Fingers flexed in this holds on him.

His grip on Mirage’s hand stayed tight, clammy, tightening some even as their glances slid to him. The buzzing ringing in his ears as his throat tightened, anguish and fear, stinking fear he hadn’t felt in ages. Now, there were four people staring at him, through him.

Yeah, this was going to be a problem.

Shifting a bit, he clears his throat painfully, “I,” His voice almost faltered, “I apologize again, but I feel as if we’ve wandered off topic?” The scientists stopped mid sentence, glancing at each other before finally shifting their glances towards Megatron and Optimus. Hound sagged slightly in his seat, hand flexing slightly in Mirage’s grasp, his other fighting against his leg. 

The Prime and Protector were having a silent discussion, eyes flicking back and forth while discussing over comms. Mirage’s grip shifted slightly, drawing his attention away from the ever growing tension in the room. The look on Mirage’s face was soft and caring, even as his heart raced it beat hard at least once, “Hound, it’s alright.”

Slowly, the fuzzy electric sensation started to fade and he nodded a bit, though the choking sound from across the table had him whipping around, heart racing again. Hair sticking up against his helmet, the static feeling returning with a vengeance, gripping at his skin like sweat. It was awful, it hadn’t been noticeable at first and now it was all he could focus on. 

Optimus shifted in his seat, glancing towards Megatron again before nodding slowly, “I apologize Hound,” he clears his throat briefly, “We came here to discuss the future plan of action, not everything as we have been. Although we should discuss your concerns at another time,” Hound knew it wasn’t meant to be dismissive, but it certainly felt that way.

Sweeping his failure under the rug.

”Prowl, if you could examine the hard drive Hound retrieved? I think it could bring much needed light on the situation at hand.” Slowly, the hand moved from his shoulder to pick up the oversized hard drive with a frown, “Potentially, though it is rather odd in appearance and they don’t appear to have used the universal connection system.” Prowl’s voice didn’t waver, turning it over as he set down his tablet. 

Shifting a bit on his seat, Hound sits up, “If it’s any help, my pilots and I are ready to get back to work. Other than the needed paint work, we can be ready whenever we know the plan of action. I understand that Sideswipe is meant to be shipping back out to join Elita-One off world?” He tried to sound calm and not like the fear and panic were cutting him upside. 

Nodding some to her camera, Elita shifts some, “Yes, speaking of Sideswipe though, I fear that there will need to be a discussion. I understand that yesterday brought up events from your pasts, but it was a rather odd reaction from someone who throws themselves at battle.” Closing his eyes for a moment, Hound drags his free hand down his face.

He couldn’t feel it because of his helmet, damnit, sighing he nods slightly, “Sideswipe and Sunstreaker lost their parents in a building collapse, before they could live on their own.” There was no real way of phrasing it nicely. If the room got any more still, he swore he’d get up and leave, “It happens on Earth, there’s almost been more structure damage than deaths.” He looked around at them all, as they stared.

Clearing his throat slightly, “They are the youngest of us, of the pilots, so it was still fairly recent. But uh, they found something they were good at in the end, even if they're terribly young.” Elita clears her throat on comms, “Yes, how young exactly?” For a moment, he thought about lying, about covering for them, but they needed all the help they could get emotionally.

”Younger than I’d like to admit, they were still children when they became pilots. Unfortunately our system is flawed, especially because repairs are often not made while experiencing war.” Everyone was still staring at him and he squeezed desperately at Mirage’s hand, “But they're grown now, still need guidance but who doesn’t.” Elita’s hum was not reassuring.

Megatron was glaring daggers through the table as Optimus kept a hand on his arm, “I see, well, I believe that Elita-One and Ironhide are the best equipped to continue leading Sideswipe and Sunsteaker respectively.” Nodding, Hound tried not to sigh, fingers of his free hand digging into his knee.

He dreaded it falling into an awkward silence, glancing around the table, finally someone spoke up, “God, you all make these meetings entirely unbearable. We know that the pilot's government is as bad if not worse than functionalism, we know that they have been through hell and back, we can see that they are treated about as well as back alley share-ware. They can no more undo that than we can undo the damage Megatron did to my vocalizer.” He pauses for a breath.

“Every single one of the pilots jumps like they could take flight, the moment one of you mentions a scientist or medic within their vicinity. Knockout was meant to be at this meeting, which would have made it entirely more bearable, but instead he is repairing the damage done to his face by one of their severed arms!” 

In the moment, he wished it had stayed silent but at least now he could understand why Starscream’s voice was so grating though he did have a hard time imagining the Megatron he knew doing it personally. He could imagine it happening on Earth, to a pilot, something being label an accident that they all knew was an experiment turned punishment from Shockwave, but he couldn’t quite imagine Megatron doing that to anyone. 

The larger of the two scientists looked horrified, clutching at Starscream’s hand, “Star.” But another voice was taking over the room, “That is enough Starscream!” Megatron shot out of his chair, slamming his fist against the table.

With a pout, Starscream hummed, “Oh, I’m sorry, do you not want your new favorite to learn how you used to play with your toys?” Hound could swear he heard a record scratch, somewhere, “Starscream, I would suggest that you leave.” Optimus’s reasoning tone was not as calm as it usually was.

”Oh, but of course, My Prime. I live to serve.” And he stood even as Optimus shuddered, Megatron’s hand resting on his shoulder now, “We will be discussing this later Starscream.” Smiling sarcastically, Starscream bowed, “Lord Megatron.” Before turning and leaving the room.

Hound had just witnessed for the first time, some ruminants of their last war. More than anything in New Kaon, this was different. 

After a moment, the bigger of the two scientists cleared his throat lightly, “Uh, if I may,” He lightly gestures towards the door, “I think I should attend to my husband.” Optimus nodded, “Of course, Skyfire. Wheeljack will be able to inform you of what happens.” With a light scrap of his chair, Skyfire rose and turned to leave. 

Pausing next to Hound and offering a hand, “It’s been lovely to meet you.” Hound stared at it for a long moment before taking and shaking his hand, Skyfire almost winced and pulled his hand back quickly, “I’m sorry. I, nevermind.” And he turned again, leaving. The distant sound of something breaking coming through the door before it closed again. 

Megatron groaned, “Another one of his tantrums, how much do you think it will cost us this time? One hundred, three hundred?” Optimus lightly shook his head, “Megatron, is now the best time to discuss this?” Nodding slowly, Megatron finally sat back down, “I suppose not.” He cleared his throat, “I apologize for the air commander's outburst Hound. He often has issues in meetings such as this.” He honestly felt like he was intruding on something at this point.

Nodding awkwardly, Hound shifts, “Uh, it’s fine. I didn’t take offense. I can understand his anger towards us, after the events of yesterday.” Megatron’s face reminded him of his superiors in the past, trying not to put their heads through walls or tables. Prowl groaned, “Are you certain that you are back to full health Hound?” Now that was insulting.

With a scowl, Hound turned to him, “Yes, Prowl, I am fine as we have discussed multiple times. The focus is not me, it’s what happend, to put it simply. Iacon was attacked and we didn’t succeed in saving it on our own, there’s structure damage and people un-housed. Your society is still recovering from your last war and I’m ashamed I was not able to be more help.” Everyone groaned, “What?”

Ironhide shakes his head, “And I thought Sunstreaker was bad, every problem is your fault, for fucks sake. Apologize Prime, but this is ridiculous. Hound, it ain’t your fucking fault. I get it, we get it, being that first and last line of defense and having the world on your shoulders.” He throws his arms wide, knocking Elita’s screen over.

Hound honestly thought it was on purpose, Ironhide chuckled, “But be serious, your one mech. One of hundreds? Thousands? Your kind sent you to die,” “I know that.” His voice didn’t waver and he shrugs lightly, “I know. You can’t not know when they are selecting certain types of pilots. The ones who get in the way, the ones that fail, the ones that Shockwave has a person distaste for.” Another small gasp brought Hound’s glance towards Optimus.

Optimus looked like he’d seen a ghost, “That’s… A unique coincidence.” Megatron’s hand rested on his shoulder, squeezing it almost tightly, Hound could see it from across the table. Ironhide clears his throat, “As I was saying, they sent you to die Kid, that ain’t right and you’ve done more than our whole army has been able to in years.” The tension was building back up in the room.

As if Optimus hadn’t already been in a strange mood, this made it worse. 

A beeping took over the space, painfully loud and sent them all covering their ears, “God.” Hound ducked down, trying to not wince against the onslaught of sound, “Sorry! Sorry, that is the lab's explosion alarm! I really shouldn’t have left Brainstorm unattended, at least this long. Sorry Prime!” The other scientist, Wheeljack, stood and rushed from the room.

They all sat there blinking, Prowl dragging his hands down his face, “We have an explosion specific alarm now, wonderful. Needed, but excruciating.” Megatron chuckled, “Well, Brainstorm, Starscream, and Wheeljack work down there. Poor Skyfire needs some protection.” 

“Yes, well, I fear that there is not much point in contouring this meeting with our dwindling numbers.” Optimus’s voice shook lightly, “I think it would be best for Megatron and myself to have a private discussion with Hound, if you all do not mind?” His heart sank, finding Mirage’s hand again.

Optimus glanced over, “Prowl, if you and Soundwave could work on the hard drive in the mean time?” Nodding, Prowl’s hand returned to Hound’s shoulder, “Of course, my Prime.” Slowly, everyone got up, though Elita just disconnected while her screen remained on the floor. The only one who didn’t move was Mirage.

His eyes were cast down at the table, still holding onto Hound’s hand, “Mirage.” Optimus’s voice cut through the tension and Mirage squeezed his hand tightly before letting go and standing, “Of course, my Prime.” His voice was strained with emotion, turning and leaving stiffly. 

Soundwave moved towards the door but paused at Hound’s side, he glanced up at the mech who knew their secret, throat tightening briefly. His repaired comms bloomed to life as they stared at one another, “Skyfire, values organic life. Above, nearly all else. Recommendation, aligning yourself with him is beneficial. Long-term gain, expected.” Nodding slightly, he cleared throat, “Thank you.” Then like that, Soundwave moved from the room.

Then it was quiet again. Him, Prime, and Protector sat around a table now far too large for just the three of them. 

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It was too early to be awake, far too early. Groaning, he just turned over and pulled the blanket back over his head. Their bedroom space wasn’t exactly the most glamorous of situations but it was better than the new pilots barracks at MECHA. 

That had been a nightmare and according to the ex-military was worse than some of the barracks they’d been shunted into. Which was not what Sideswipe wanted to hear.

Still far too early to be awake, he reaches out to hopefully get his brother up for water. Only for the cot to be empty. Closing his eyes tighter, he let out a long sigh, “I swear.” Tossing the blanket off, he swings his legs over the edge of the cot.

Their makeshift bedroom was on a side table near the window, with a ladder going up to it. It didn’t leave much privacy but at least it wasn’t claustrophobic. Their cots were pushed up against the ledge to the window, where it stayed tinted most of the time, but still gave them a nice view of the city at large. 

Jazz and Breakdown were still asleep, tucked up in their cots like nothing was happening. Although their bedding left much to be desired, at least they weren’t sleeping on the floor with rocks as pillows. Breakdown was still sleeping with his sleeping bag from the Odyssey, then Jazz was using a quilt from somewhere off-world that covered the distance between two cots. Sighing again, he slides down the ladder and starts out of the bedroom.

The door whooshes open and laughter filled the space, Sunny was up on Bluestreak’s shoulder and they were laughing. He couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough, shuffling off to the bathroom first before even attempting to deal with that. 

Slipping on his helmet, he fiddles with the microphone set up before leaving, resting his hands on his hips, “It’s too damn early for you to be up Sunny.” It was only then that Sunstreaker looked over, leaning against Bluestreak’s head like it was the most comfortable chair, “Morning Sides, and I couldn’t sleep. Are you doing okay?” His gloved hands help him back down Bluestreak’s arm. 

Shrugging weakly, he started towards the kitchen, “I’m fine.” Going around the corner, out of Blue’s sight made him relax a little, even as Sunny came into the room, “Hey,” Walking over, Sunny took his arm, “Talk to me.” Shaking his head a bit, he grabs up one of his water pouches.

”In all honesty, I want to go back to bed, Sonny.” The tone was always different, nickname to real name and the grip on his arm tightened slightly, “Simon,” Shaking his head again, he drank from the pouch, closing his eyes even as his brother pulled him into a hug.

Sunny hugs him close and tight, eyes closed, he could block out the world for a moment. The memories that were gripping at his mind like they belonged there, sticking worse than fly paper.

They clutched at each other, “I’m sorry Simon, I’m so sorry.” Tucking his face into his brother's shoulder, he cried, hard.

It was worse than experiencing a building collapse, he’d seen them happen on Earth, the old skyscrapers around his home. These things, they happened.

No, it was the fact that it was their bar, where they all would go to unwind and listen to their last actual connection to home. He could listen to his own music, but it was a playlist that he’d made, nothing like actual radio. Old school countdowns. The DJ talking about what was happening in the area and why at the moment it was important.

The human aspect was what he’d miss, now that it was gone. 

He was so tired, tired of losing and physically exhausted from the fight, he knew Hound was at a meeting in command, it was probably where Prowl was as well but for the moment. He let himself pretend that the next fight wouldn’t come right away, that he could grieve it all in peace.

His home, his parents, his planet.

Sunny’s hand still held on, as he too cried, they clutched at each other in the way they had only ever been with each other. Close enough to feel each other's heartbeat. Desperate to be closer at times, but this was them. 

—

He sat there, hands grasping at his knees anxiously while staring at Megatron and Optimus who had returned to their conversation over comms. Whatever this was about probably was not good and he could hardly sit still.

When had sitting still become so much of a problem? Let alone in his suit. He cleared his throat, “Uh, sirs, is there a reason you wanted to speak to me alone?” Megatron looked over and he tried not shifting again, “Of course Hound, though I feel it is more Optimus who wished to talk.” Joan wanting to talk was not exactly better.

”Of course.” He cleared his throat, “What about exactly, sir?” Optimus looked back up and his eyes had the erie glow to them again, “Hound, do you realize that I could see your EM field earlier?” Nodding slowly, he rubbed lightly over his implants, “Ah, that. That’s, that's new.” 

Clearing his throat a bit, he sighed, “It only started probably after my fight with the executioner. At least, that’s when I noticed it.” Humming, Megatron frowns slightly, “It doesn’t reach out very far.” Shrugging, Hound shook his head a bit, “I don’t know how it works exactly. It’s not like any pilots exactly do this.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure that was true.

There’d been a young pilot he could remember that was a comet, though they hadn’t ever really been stationed together. 

With another hum, Optimus sat up, “I’m sorry to have frightened you so today Hound, I understand yesterday was more than traumatic for most of you. Your EM field displayed discomfort and fear, for that I apologize, but I do wonder how it has come about now. When before there was nothing, when Jazz who has been here for so long still displays little to nothing.” Shaking his head slowly, Hound sighed, “I really don’t know. I wish I did so I could make it stop.”

Both mechs across from him winced, he tried not to, “For me, it feels like static running across my plating clonstaly, it's a buzzing sound in my ears, it feels like when lighting strikes too close or when power lines go down. Like there is too much electricity in the air.” Megatron seemed to relax some at that, though Optimus continued to stare.

The Prime cleared his throat, “I think those around you will only feel it when they touch your plating, at least given Mirage and Prowl’s reactions. I can merely see it because of the Matrix, Megatron because he can feel me seeing it.” He sighed slowly, “We will do what we can to make sure you are comfortable Hound, even if it means finding a way to get rid of this gift.” With a nod, Hound almost smiles.

”Thank you.” He sighed deeply, “Well, do we need to discuss what happened yesterday? Or will you accept my apology?” Megatron scowled, “We will discuss your success and the future, there is no need for an apology. Though now, we should focus on what we all need to do to prevent another event like yesterday and the new battle strategy.” He tapped the table and brought up a map of Cybertron’s system. 

Hound could see their relay satellite in orbit.

Sighing, he stands as they do, watching Cybertron spin. Watching the familiar ships move through space. The scale was immense.

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A/N

So this chapter is a little shorter than normal. Around 3.8k instead of my typical 4, just because I felt like I got to the points I really wanted to make in it.

More to come, maybe, Tuesday?

My schedule right now is all kinds of fubared. Also thank you @daffodils-and-bonfires for your help as always with the MegOp portion. I swear, I can write them.

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[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION XIII.

(a/n: g-g-goatmaru 🐐 okay i know he’s the gk so his jersey is supposed to be number 1 but i already messed them up since the first ep so no going back now. sorry and luv ❤️)

Warning-none

wc: 0,9k

also: @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyo 🔥

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number...

...99, Gagamaru Gin.”

After confirming your player, you left the room, and headed to collect your stuff from Anri. On the way to the field, you skimmed through your schedule along with his profile sheet, pausing every two seconds at each data. He seemed like a promising player with some oddly fascinating habits, almost like a mystery waiting to be unraveled, making you eager to meet him.

Imagine being Gagamaru Gin’s manager.

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Gagamaru Gin who you barely even register during the ongoing match you just walked into before he’s already diving mid-air to kick the ball, leaving a very strong first impression by performing a Scorpion kick if you recall from your studies right.

Did you just witness that in real life? Who is this man and why is he defying gravity so easily? Intrigued, you went closer to the barrier, observing him for the rest of the game.

The sound of the whistle was soon heard, meaning the end of the match. Turning around, you locked eyes, giving him a wave as he slowly approached you.

“Manager?” he assumed from yesterday’s information given by Ego.

“Yes, nice to meet you! I was shocked by your play on the field. That kick was amazing—“ you started, a bit caught up by the whole game as he patiently waited for you to finish.

“Thank you. Uh, what’s your name again?”

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•Gagamaru who doesn’t say a word but instead lets his black eyes do the talking during the first week. He’s a giant compared to you, making you feel just a tad bit intimidated by his height, but no worries. He’s actually fun to be around, even getting to the point of joking about his teammates.

•He turns out to be one of the easiest guys to work with, the literal embodiment of a chill guy. He’s usually ready on time, and doesn’t whine during training meaning getting actual work done, making you happily tick off all the schedules planned for the day.

•He’s not a picky eater either, so you don’t even need to worry about him not following his diet.

•You also get to learn how he doesn’t like packaged food at all during that one time when he straight up rejected the snacks you secretly offered him, saying he would much rather have a bowl of fruit than those artificially flavored chips. (makes you want to eat healthier)

•Some strange facts about him include eating with his hands or that his handmade hairtie is made of ivy. No judging tho, you let him do his things although you do offer him utensils. Gives you a personalized ivy bracelet for your birthday.

•Gagamaru who lets you drag him around like a teddy bear, and does what you say without a doubt. You earn his trust quite fast, making him listen to your advice during warm-ups and plays. Between stretches, he’ll tell you some of his crazy adventures.

•“Wait, so did a bear do that to your ear?”

•You swear your heart did something funny when he went from being a striker to a goalkeeper without a complaint. You would have put up a fight with Ego but seeing him enjoy his new position made you relieved, supporting him wholeheartedly.

•He strongly believes that you two will make it through the program together as you hype him up by telling him that with a talent like that, it’s practically guaranteed that he’s gonna have a spot on the team.

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Gagamaru who’s honestly quite the same as before just more focused with sharper instincts and overall improved skills. After the match, his stats got even better than before with quicker reflexes and stronger agility including an inhuman reaction time.

•Sometimes you forget just how strong your player is—easily lifting you up, or helping carry triple the amount of training balls.

•Still, some things never change—his bluntness, nature-loving self unintentionally causes quite a shake in Japan, gaining fans all over the world.

•Pictures and memes of him go viral, like the word goatmaru, or how soulless his eyes are, making some fans wonder if he even blinks. You always explain them to him and loudly laugh at them during the night when you two are supposed to be analyzing his performance.

•You grow closer to Gagamaru over time. From keeping a bit of distance to now you shamelessly making him carry you on his back while you explain your observations, clipboard in hand.

•Or when he lets you brush out his two-toned hair in the morning, making you jealous every time at how soft it is as you listen to him talk about what his teammates have been up to.

•You’re glad that he’s become a bit more human like due to your interactions, easily forming bonds with the new team he’s in. Yet one of his funny habits till to this day remains the same—you catching him sleep, or read mangas inside the goal post, comfortably resting his head inside the net.

•It’s well known how Gagamaru loves animals and nature overall, but one of the most amazing things he does with the fame he got? Mentioning animal cruelty in interviews, and being an activist on national TV. Thanks to him, people began giving more attention to these problems, making you tear up anytime he’s doing an interview.

•His alien-like nature always shows, especially when you’re teaching him cute poses for meeting fans, or when he completely misses your subtle flirting, just staring at you with wide eyes like a confused cub.

[lexosaurus]

dash: so you see, fentoenail, the key to getting max hypertrophy comes down to a few things. first, the obvious, is progressive overload. now, when you do that, you want to focus on the science-based lifting as much as possible, but saying that i really do think ego lifting has a bad rap. you know, sometimes it's okay to just ego lift for that sweet sweet pump. because you're not gonna get swole if you're not motivated, u know? now, i can tell u dont do this because you're such a dweeb, but diet is also important. everything from taking preworkout for that energy boost, and then after the workout making sure to make a protein shake and throw some creatine in there too. creatine is great for muscle recovery, which you'll need because you'll be back in the gym the next day—obviously—but protein is also key because it's what builds your muscles. since i already know you're not eating any protein, i'll just tell you right now that you should probably get some whey powder and start supplementing. now, when you're making your workout program, there's a few ways you can go about it— danny: if i knew that getting revealed would have lead to this conversation, i would never have revealed myself. ever.

[unknownfortuna]

Profection years

Profection Years represent the themes in the house you will be facing as well as the planets associated with the signs in the houses. REMEMBER planets within these houses also represent whether the manifestations will be positive or negative (also aspects). I will be speaking mostly positive manifestations to avoid freaking anyone out:)

Ascendent: ages 0, 12, 24, 36, 48, 60, 72...

The transformation in these years are closely tied to your identity. These years may also feel like you are starting over in some way, perhaps you are being too clingy with things that are not meant to be and will be forced to let go (you were supposed to do this in the 12th house but whatever you'll learn). A new you is reborn and you will be reintroducing yourself to those around you!

The rising sign is an indicator of what your year may hold for you (planet associated too!)

ex. Virgo rising may really lean into a more polished looking appearance. attention to detail and being a bit of a perfectionist in the work you do. You may be highly critical of yourself and others. Planet- Mercury will be activated this year. Perhaps you will incorporate more professional language depending on the profession you are in.

2nd House: ages 1, 13, 25, 37, 49, 61, 73...

These years are focused on your assets and values related to the self. (ascendent profection years is more superficial and based on others opinion/the mask you show others ex. work persona). Your material possessions and your ability to provide for yourself.

ex. Scorpio in the 2nd house. Can be going through a more secretive transition related to how you make your money. May be doing a more taboo profession or conflict may arise due to scorpio being associated with pluto and mars (also darker/obsessive tendencies with your things/self....like astrology/the occult)

3rd House: ages 2, 14, 26, 38, 50, 62, 74...

More active years; heavier emphasis on your siblings and neighborhood. Changes to your thought patterns and communication. More activity in your day to day life such as traveling or commuting somewhere.

ex. Libra in the 3rd house would be feeling more codependent on their siblings/neighbors and vice versa. Can have run ins with the law (parking/speeding tickets... also being able to get out of them bc of your charm:). More activity in your romantic and business partnerships! (Flirting with everyone bc why not??). Venus will be on your side during this year.

4th House: ages 3, 15, 27, 39, 51, 63, 75...

Family and the foundation you stand on will be heavy on your mind. What kind of legacy do you want to leave behind? How can I be more involved in my family? How is my relationship with my mom affecting me? Childhood themes may also come up. Revisiting certain memories or places associated with childhood.

ex. Leo in the 4th house would hold more emphasis on adding flair to their home; More self expression towards their family and with their mom. The sun would be activated and a perpetual spotlight would follow you making you stand out ESPECIALLY with your family (being the talk of their family bc their mom can't help but brag about an accomplishment you made this year).

5th House: ages 4, 16, 28, 40, 52, 64, 76...

This profection year can really help tap into a more creative side of yourself. Perhaps you become more into a hobby you've been wanting to do. More excitement in your dating life relationships/ going out more with friends. pets are also a theme.

ex. Gemini in the 5th house would have soooo much to talk about with people (beware of gossiping). More fun with your siblings or you could be involved in communicating with kids in some capacity (You are a part of an after school program for elementary aged kids). Mercury would be activated.

6th House: ages 5, 17, 29, 41, 53, 65, 77...

These years pertain to your health/daily routine/every day work habits. Perhaps you want to incorporate a new diet or get more into a fitness routine.

Ex. Pisces in the 6th house may incorporate a ritual of some sort. Manifestation practices/protection spell work/reading scriptures from a religious text. Neptune will be activated this year so movies can be an inspiration for change to your life (beware of being mislead, neptune=planet of illusions ; you join a pyramid scheme lol). Jupiter is the traditional ruler. May bring random good luck within your daily life.

7th House: ages 6, 18, 30, 42, 54, 66, 78..

Relationships of all kinds will be emphasized. You may feel a bit codependent during these years; influenced by your relationships. What type of relationships do I want? type of thoughts. You could also be more of a social butterfly or heavily locked into your one on one relationships.

ex. Aquarius in the 7th house will be more involved in online relationships (like gamer friends). May be more active in building an online business and harvesting a following. Become more concerned with humanitarian causes and collaborating with others to make a difference. Uranus will be activated this year and may bring random acquaintances/ friendships. Saturn is also the traditional ruler....long term relationship through a dating site

8th House: ages 7, 19, 31, 43, 55, 67, 79...

More focused on transformation in a soul searching kind of way. What are your thoughts/feelings towards Money/intimacy/shared resources? Speaking of shared resources, if you are in a serious business or romantic partnership, this year will cause you to review what exactly is being harvested between you two. Taxes may be a focus on these years.

ex. Aries in the 8th house may feel the need to take action and charge these topics head on. Due to its independent nature they will have to learn to walk the fine line with what is theirs and what is a shared resource with their partners. Can also have to fight for inheritances. Mars will be activated this year giving more fuel/power to the individual.

9th House: ages 8, 20, 32, 44, 56, 68, 80...

Changes to your spirituality/religious thoughts. College or higher education of some kind will be a focus. perhaps you adopt a new dogma from reading a higher-level text. Travel and foreign places will be themes.

ex. Capricorn in the 9th house likes structure. They may be into focusing on what the meaning of life is or planning trips in search of answers to such existential questions. May also take work trips during this year or building rapport with foreign associates. Saturn would also be activated which can manifest in implementing more disciplinary rituals based on your spiritual belief (buddhism=incorporating asceticism practices).

10th House: ages 9, 21, 33, 45, 57, 69, 81..

The public and how you are perceived. focus on career and what you want to achieve. The 10th house can also be associated with authority figures/ father. Perhaps you end up being mentored by your boss or a fatherly figure of some kind when it comes to your career. There can be changes in the type of relationship you have with your father.

ex. Cancer in the 10th house could have a career related to caregiving or nurturing role of some kind. A protective career like the military could also manifest. Others may come to you and seek out advice of some kind due to the public seeing you as a caretaker/ motherly figure. Cancer being ruled by the moon may also cause ppl to see you as a moody/emotional person. Your mom and the relationship you have with her could be a theme (moon=mother)

11th House: ages 10, 22, 34, 46, 58, 70, 82...

The community is of importance and the ties you have. Your friends could be a big part of this year. The natural ruler of the 11th house is Aquarius which rules the media/ your presence within social media could be a theme such as being recognized or discovered in some way.

ex. Saggitarius in the 11th house would have an expansive list of friends from all types of communities, ages, and cultures (diversity, diversity, and more diversity). Could take trips to meet said friends in foreign countries. Lots of fun in the community (reputation of the life of the party??). Jupiter would be activated bringing good luck and expansion in this area:)

12th House: ages 11, 23, 35, 47, 59, 71, 83..

The 12th house is kind of the final chapter to karmic cycles. You go through a sort of ego death in this house. Depending on your attachment to things in your life will really let you know whether this year will be easy for you or not. Also have you been ignoring something or pushing a serious topic off in hopes it will dissipate into fine dust? Well, this year will bring your subconscious thoughts to life as well as influence your sleep and dreams. Isolation can manifest in different ways (working nights, hospital, prison, sleep disorders). Think of this year as the final test/ palette cleanser to all of the years prior.

ex. Taurus in the 12th (hehe how interesting:) the fixed sign will have no choice but to face the changes that have been inevitable. Perhaps you have considered yourself to be someone who is flexible (Gemini Rising) but ask anyone around you and they would say otherwise. Lessons of beauty/ugly will come about as well as lessons dealing with your foundation. Material possession will have to be approached in a detached manner due to the possibility of having to let go of systems that can not be taken with you in the upcoming profection year. Venus will be activated during this year and may include lessons related to love.

"Your fear of abandonment is entirely justified. Nothing in this world stays forever. The leaves fall, the fields of sunflowers wilt, even the best people leave sometimes. You're not crazy. You're observant."

[wizard-beast]

i built the dwarf!!! i chose to build her as my final project for this art college sunmer program i went to, and it was so much fun!!

wip pics and image ids under the cut!

[image id: two sets of several images, the first set being photographs of various angles depicting a homemade replica of the spaceship Red Dwarf, from the TV show Red Dwarf. The ship is painted red, and made out of different pieces of scrap material, such as nuts, hinges, metal bottlecaps, and other small pieces of wood, metal, and plastic. The ship also features modelled asteroids fixed to the underside, made of air dry clay and then painted to look like rocks.

The second set of images depicts the making process of the spaceship. The first image being the base ship, made out of cardboard, straws, hot glue, and paper mâche, it sits on a messy worktable. The second image shows the same base spray-painted black, with a few metal parts attached, it sits on the same worktable as the first image. In the Third image, the ship sits in a pale persons lap, in a different room than the first two, the lighting is dimmer and there is more scrap material glued on. The fourth and fifth images show the ship with all of the parts attached, yet unpainted. It sits, propped up on a bottle of Diet Coke, where both sides of the ship are visible, and you can see all of the parts that make up the outer layer of the ship.

end id.]

[spiritualseer]

How to lose weight according to astrology?

Losing weight by aligning your diet and exercise routines with the characteristics and needs of your natal rising (ASC) sign then Sun sign too (please consult your dietician before pursuing any of these diets and exercises- be safe!)

Aries

Opt for high-protein diets with lean meats and plenty of vegetables.

Engage in intense, high-energy workouts like running, boxing, or competitive sports.

Taurus

Focus on a balanced diet with whole foods, and avoid overeating.

Enjoy steady, endurance-based activities like hiking, cycling, or yoga.

Gemini

Include a variety of foods to keep meals interesting and avoid boredom eating.

Choose dynamic and engaging activities like dance classes, team sports, or high-intensity interval training (HIIT).

Cancer

Eat home-cooked meals with comfort foods in healthy versions, and avoid emotional eating.

Try water-based activities like swimming, or gentle exercises like Pilates, or one of those hydro-spinning classes.

Leo

Eat a well-rounded diet with plenty of fruits and vegetables, and avoid overindulgence.

Enjoy activities that allow you to shine, such as group fitness classes, dancing, or competitive sports.

Virgo

Follow a clean, organic diet with whole foods and avoid processed foods.

Stick to structured and systematic workouts like Pilates, yoga, or strength training.

Libra

Maintain a balanced diet with variety, and avoid overindulgence in sweets.

Choose enjoyable and aesthetically pleasing activities like dancing, yoga, or partner workouts.

Scorpio

Opt for a high-protein diet with healthy fats and avoid overeating.

Engage in intense, transformative workouts like martial arts, CrossFit, or powerlifting.

Sagittarius

Include exotic and varied foods, and avoid overeating during social gatherings.

Enjoy outdoor activities and sports like hiking, rock climbing, or adventure sports.

Capricorn

Follow a disciplined, structured diet plan with whole foods and avoid comfort eating.

Engage in traditional and disciplined activities like weight training, running, or structured fitness programs.

Aquarius

Try unique and innovative diets, and avoid falling into monotonous eating habits.

Enjoy unconventional and varied workouts like group fitness classes, dance, or unique sports.

Pisces

Focus on a diet rich in lean proteins, vegetables, and whole grains, and avoid emotional eating.

Engage in soothing and creative activities like swimming, yoga, or dance.

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[43501]

Enormous detailed list of Near headcanons.

Basically canon / extrapolations from canon:

A pro at spatial visualization, excellent at translating 3D images from his mind/memory to reality. Sculpts and carves all sorts of things. If there's anything that definitively proves his inhuman IQ, it's that he can use Blender without breaking a sweat (we see this in the A-Kira story).

Particular about his hair, always wanted to just leave it alone and let it grow out naturally.

Immaculate handwriting.

Autistic. Should this be in the below category? This is basically unanimously agreed on, right?

Purely headcanon / not based on anything in particular / wishful thinking:

His past: He was at another institution before being discovered and brought to Wammy's House. His memory of this is hazy, and his memory of early childhood life before that is completely non-existent. He has no idea who his birth parents are and has no desire to know.

His present: Throughout his adult life he vacillated on his feelings about taking up L's mantle. Growing up he felt like it was his only option, feeling himself unfit for a regular life with a regular job. But he never felt he was as good as the original L. Goes about his duties in a rather passionless way. Never got over Mello's death and probably never will.

Not insomniac, but an erratic sleeper. Schedule doesn't really conform to a typical 24-hour cycle. He sleeps when he feels the need and this can occur any time. Will often just fall asleep on the floor, but does have a bed (it more resembles a nest of blankets/pillows).

Diet is unremarkable (compared to say, L or Mello) but he under-eats. Has never cooked a single thing for himself, exclusively orders food or has his staff bring things to him. Not a picky eater (I mean... HTR13 suggests he ended up eating the New Year's mochi, he was playing with those things on the floor).

Owns and wears clothes other than plain pajamas (mostly t-shirts, sweatpants) but everything is comfort-first, slightly loose and made from breathable natural materials. Owns a long skirt, because sometimes that's the most comfortable for him. It earned some raised eyebrows and then a shrug when he instructed his staff to procure it.

Favorite season is winter, prefers a cooler room temp. Hates summer, has low tolerance for the heat.

Fascinated with the shinigami, wishes he could meet more of them than just Ryuk.

At his core, a sentimental and sensitive guy (after all, while he trashed most of the finger puppets he created at the end of the story, he kept the ones of himself and Mello and stored them somewhere safe). His expressions are muted and his emotional regulation is superhuman, so it's not evident to an outside observer.

Reads books for leisure sometimes but generally not a huge consumer of media. Very, very, very rarely watches any television/films and when he does, they're exclusively mecha-oriented or sci-fi (he probably likes Blade Runner and Ghost in the Shell).

Spends a lot of time on the internet, specifically on charged social media platforms like Twitter and 4chan. He reasons it's a broader part of his job, but he seems to just like observing people.

And about Mello specifically:

Feelings of kinship bordering on romantic, but he never got the chance to interrogate them. Only realized the extent of his affection some time after Mello's death. Has not felt like he has an intellectual equal in the world since Mello left it.

Has, at some points in the past, held completely ordinary, pleasant conversations with Mello. They are some of his better memories.

Believes that they would've been friends if they met in some environment other than Wammy's House/the L program. Feels a little bitter toward Wammy's over it, even though he recognizes they raised him and gave him access to a world-class education.

[kiefbowl]

I was reading an opinion piece on Kate Middleton's cancer diagnosis on CNN by Jamal Baig about the increasing rates of cancer in patients under 50. As far as 5 minutes of googling and JSTORing can lend me to believe, there's nothing illegitimate about Dr. Baig. However, I found this bit in his opinion interesting:

Now, I'm always dubious when reading anything that attributes a very broad generalized idea that changes in diets have caused an increased in cancer, because more often than not it's not pointing to an exploration of, say, increased pesticide use, but the author's personal bias against the quote unquote "unhealthy", especially those who are deemed "fat" by the medical industry.

That being said, I was curious what source he linked, half expecting it to lead to just another op-ed from some other doctor from who knows when, but I was pleasantly surprised! Written by a man named Michael Donaldson, it was an evidentiary review published in a scientific journal called "Nutrition and cancer: A review of the evidence for an anti-cancer diet."

Now I wasn't going to give the whole thing a read, but I stopped in each section, gave a quick skim to get a general vibe, moved on to the next section, etc. I was immediately suspicious that the very first line in the abstract was "It has been estimated that 30–40 percent of all cancers can be prevented by lifestyle and dietary measures alone" as that seems to be a bananas statistic to just posit, but it still had the air of scientific integrity, so I did my skim.

The first handful of sections had things that gave me some moments of pause, that this article was in fact another doctor simply cherry picking data to confirm his own biases, but nothing so egregious as to do a spit take. That comes in a few minutes. The first section that made really go hold the phone was when we got to his Flax Seed section.

Compare how he writes about Red Meat...:

(that's all he wrote, btw)

...with how he starts writing about Flax Seed:

Did I just enter a Flax Seed commercial? Does this guy work for BIG FLAX SEED? on and on he writes about Flax Seed, and I start getting a sense that perhaps this man has a Flax Seed Agenda. In any case, he eventually moves on and I quickly skim to get to the end (because it's boring among other things).

So, who exactly is Michael Donaldson?

Girl are you kidding me

The Hallelujah Acres Foundation is a FOR PROFIT company that sells a """biblical""" based diet program called the hallelujah diet and also sells supplements on said site.

Now, in case you forgot where I started with this, this was the link provided as a "source" to a legitimate doctor's claim in an op-ed about cancer that "at least part of the answer" of why cancer is increasing in under 50 patients are the "changes to nutrition and lifestyle that took hold in middle of the last century." Dr. Baig did not read this article, or if he did was not concerned that it was written by the employee of a company that profits from unscientific research it uses to sell supplements and diets. Which is worse, I don't know.

The point I'm making is that you absolutely need to be vigilant all the time. You need to understand that doctors can not only have biases, but agendas. Researchers can have biases and agendas. Scientists can have biases and agendas. And that magical thinking about real health issues that can affect your future can permeate the scientific community because weirdos write convincing enough evidence that support their already determined world view.

This kind of shit is the reason why women go into doctor offices complaining about pain in their abdomen and get told to go lose weight and come back in 6 months. This is why ideas like moralizing eating have huge effects on women's health and influence medical misogyny, and why it's a feminist issue.

[ms-demeanor]

Hi! My employer's workplace wellness program was recently revamped, and I'm trying to assess whether it's slid into the nonsense side of wellness-world. Specifically, there's a webinar being offered by a guy named Abra Pappa on using an "anti-inflammatory diet" to "battle against chronic diseases… including heart disease, diabetes, arthritis, and even certain cancers." This sounds… sketchy to me, but I know you have both expertise in nutrition and a strong bullshit detector, so wanted to ask what you make of it.

Okay long story short never trust anyone who got their degree from a university that started off as a school for chiropractors.

Abra Pappa got her MS in Functional Medicine and Human Nutrition after getting a BA in Theater; I checked the requirements for that degree and the school's whole catalogue is throwing red flags but what's throwing the most red flags for me is that if I wanted to get a degree in nutrition from an ACEND accredited program I'd need to take a hell of a lot more than one bio class, one anatomy OR one physiology class, one medical terminology class, one nutrition class, and one biochemistry class in order to get into a master's program.

It's funny because she went from a BA in theater arts to an MS in Functional Nutrition and Human Nutrition and I've been trying to go from a BA in Theater Arts to an MS in nutrition and *aside* from the whole private school costs thing one of the major barriers is that I'd basically need to re-do all of my undergrad to get in a lot of chemistry, some calculus, and MANY nutrition classes before I qualified for a Master's program. But based on the program she took I'm only one medical terminology and one biochemistry class away from a Master's program instead of more like ten to fifteen classes (primarily in nutrition, chemistry, and physiology) away.

Anyway she says she's a Licensed Dietician Nutritionist. There are some states that allow LDN certification, New York is one of those states. *BUT* to be an LDN in New York you have to

Complete a program in dietetics-nutrition that culminates in a bachelor’s degree that qualifies for certification in dietetics-nutrition or has been accredited by the Commission on Accreditation for Dietetics Education (CADE).[Note: CADE is now ACEND] The program must include at least 45 semester hours of coursework in dietetics/nutrition and must include at least 20 semester hours of coursework in the area of human biological sciences and social and behavioral sciences

Pappa went to the University of Western States in Oregon, and the only ACEND accredited school in Oregon is at OSU, so if she's an LDN it's from someplace that isn't New York, where she lives and works.

She also claims to be a CNS, a Certified Nutrition Specialist, but in order to qualify for THAT you need to have an MS with some pretty rigorous coursework

And this is what the school required for her MS program:

And given that she didn't have a science degree for undergrad it seems pretty likely that she wasn't doing anything close to what an undergrad nutrition program looks like:

For the record, here are the MS requirements for an MS in nutrition with a health and wellness emphasis at that same school:

In order to get accepted to the MS in nutrition program in that school you either need to have a BS in nutrition or a BS in biology or chemistry and take all the undergrad level nutrition requirements ON TOP OF that BS.

I don't think that a theater degree and an MS from a woo-y correspondence school really count, even if you do pay $45k for your diploma.

If you go look at the requirements for any ACEND accredited school and compare them to the MS program from University of Western States it leaves UWS looking pretty shitty in comparison. Like, nowhere in her requirements is there a statistics class! Stats is required even for an associate transfer certificate in nutrition! EVEN AT THE 2-YEAR LEVEL FOR REAL NUTRITION DEGREES YOU HAVE TO DO STATS AND SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE A SINGLE STATS CLASS FOR HER MS. You will note that the cal poly MS program has one entire MS-Level class on vitamin metabolism and one entire MS-Level class on mineral metabolism for any of the three MS in Nutrition emphasis courses; her school required neither.

This shit makes me want to climb the walls.

I'm just going to start calling myself a nutritionist. California will let anyone call themselves a nutritionist, there are absolutely zero protections on that term and I can get myself a piece of paper for like three hundred dollars from a diploma mill that has some kind of bullshit accreditation.

Here are the programmatic accreditations her school has:

Compare with the Cal Poly programmatic accreditations (I cite cal poly a bunch because it was the program I was hoping to get into eventually so I researched it the most; that's where I got my BA, go broncos):

Note that the website for her school is listed with the department of education as wschiro.com because it was called Western States Chiropractic College until 2010.

Every time i dig into something like this it makes me want to stare into space for hours. No wonder college students are getting fucked on their loans and going to bullshit schools. No wonder everything is a scam these days. People bitch about credentialism but you know what maybe this lady is a CNS; sure, for some people that requires passing board certification tests, getting 1000 hours of clinical supervision, and becoming a Nurse Practitioner with real actual nutrition study from a solid program, but for other people it requires zero understanding of statistics, a theater degree, and three *whole* units of anatomy. Maybe she clears the bar on that one! She doesn't have the qualifications for an LDN in New York, she's not an RDN because she sure as fuck didn't take the classes required for a *VERY SERIOUSLY* protected title, but maybe you can be a CNS with an online diploma from the western states chiropractic college.

I fucking hate everything.

You know the whole reason I wanted to get a degree in nutrition was to yell about shit like this online, but fuck it. Fuck it, I'm a nutrition-isht because i live in california and I can say I am and who's going to check? Who's going to look up whether I took classes in public health or anatomy or the metabolism of micronutrients before they hire me to do corporate seminars on healing your relationship to food? I am legally allowed to do that so I might as well, right? If all I have to do is be charismatic and convincing I'm pretty sure I've got that down, actually, so who's going to check?

Nobody! Nobody is going to check and everything is a scam and I hate everything.

ANYWAY

The relationship between nutrition and inflammation and the relationship between chronic disease and inflammation are two different, complicated things that are difficult to point at and say definitively what the connections are.

I am of the opinion that any time you're getting deep into things like an anti-inflammatory, ketogenic, or PH-Balancing diet without a specific condition that calls for the avoidance of certain foods for very clearly scientifically reported reasons, you're dealing with a woo-woo biohacker who's looking to sell a diet plan.

The thing about nutrition science is that it seems like for most people the "answers" are pretty basic: eat enough food, get enough macro and micronutrients, eat a variety of food, avoid processed meats, try to eat more fruits and vegetables, get enough water, and stay as active as possible NOT for weight loss reasons but for metabolic health and joint/muscle maintenance. It's really, really, hard to sell that though, which is how you get people like Abra Pappa in 2013 writing out this bugfuck "Food and mood" handout with a midday snack that is so bonkers in the way the calories are distributed that I'm sitting down and doing math about it (it looks like about a third of the calories that day are supposed to come from the mid afternoon spinach, mint, cocoa nib, and coconut milk smoothie which is, as I said, bugfuck nuts).

It's hard to sell "please eat more fruits and vegetables, which is difficult because actually most places don't grow enough vegetables for the population's nutrition needs and it's cheaper to eat grains and industrially produced meat than it is to eat five cups of vegetables that you need to prepare daily and also maybe skip the bacon" but it's much easier to sell "five anti-inflammatory superfood milkshakes that will fill your belly and fight cancer" because it's packaging nutrition as a product and not as a massive systemic issue that happens to have very specific requirements for a large number of individuals who *do* happen to have disorders that are based on nutrition and inflammation (celiac disease! I've got one of them! Eating the wrong foods definitely causes inflammation in my body as the result of an autoimmune disorder! but that doesn't mean that the things that are inflammatory for me are inflammatory for everyone!)

Anyway I think like about 97% of workplace wellness programs are largely bullshit based, or at least import bullshit a lot of the time, and nutrition is a science that has, just, so much bullshit in and around it.

So I would take anything they say with a grain of salt, and hopefully less than 255% of your RDV of saturated fat (seriously that meal plan is ludicrous).

Side note: there is a subset of nutrition people who looked at the way that we got fat wrong in the 80s and flipped it and reversed it and went "actually you can have as much fat of any kind that you want as long as it is natural and you will have no issues" and this is how you end up with people on 100% natural clean keto diets who have cholesterol levels over 600. Abra Pappa recommends "clean/natural" eating and has taken continuing education on keto and has a recipe for a single-serving smoothie that calls for 8oz of coconut milk I think she's very much in the "'good' fat truther" camp (or at least she was in 2013 which is maybe why New York has a requirement for people to have some kind of nutrition certification for giving out nutrition advice and maybe she should have done that because she didn't even go to her bullshit "grad school" until 2017).

(We DID get fat wrong in the 80s and total avoidance of all fats is bad for you and there are 'good' fats that you should eat and everybody needs to eat some level of fat for proper nutrient absorption but even if you're only getting fat from nuts and avocados that's not going to prevent your arteries from forming plaques if you're having nearly triple the recommended daily value of saturated fat as part of your afternoon snack)