#Never Be Cold Again

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Never Be Cold Again: My Experience with Black Beard Fire Plugs

Camping trips are a highlight of my year, but starting a fire can sometimes be a frustrating ordeal. Damp conditions, dead wood, and fumbling with lighters often tested my patience. Looking for a reliable and weatherproof fire starter, I discovered Black Beard Fire Plugs. These compact tinder plugs have become an essential part of my camping gear, ensuring I can always get a roaring fire going, no matter the conditions.

Weatherproof Tinder for a Hassle-Free Fire

Black Beard Fire Plugs aren't your average fire starters. They're specifically designed to be weatherproof and easy to use, making them ideal for any camping adventure. Here's what initially impressed me:

Guaranteed Firestarter in Any Condition: Black Beard Fire Plugs are built to ignite even in wet weather, windy conditions, or with damp tinder. This eliminates the frustration of struggling with lighters or unreliable fire starters, ensuring a successful fire every time.

Long Burn Time for Easy Fire Building: Each fire plug boasts a long burn time, allowing you to easily build a fire from the embers. No more struggling to keep a small flame going; these tinder plugs provide ample time to get your fire established.

Compact and Portable Design: Black Beard Fire Plugs come in a convenient pouch that easily fits in your backpack or camping gear. Their lightweight and compact size makes them a perfect addition to your camping essentials without adding unnecessary bulk.

Transforming My Camping Experience

Since incorporating Black Beard Fire Plugs into my camping kit, my experience has been significantly transformed. Here's how they've impacted my outdoor adventures:

Stress-Free Fire Starting: Gone are the days of worrying about damp wood or unreliable fire starters. Black Beard Fire Plugs ensure a quick and hassle-free fire every time, allowing me to relax and enjoy the outdoors.

More Time for Campfire Activities: The ease and reliability of these fire plugs save me valuable time and frustration. Instead of struggling to start a fire, I can spend more time enjoying campfires with friends and family, roasting marshmallows, or simply enjoying the warmth.

Peace of Mind in Any Weather: Knowing I have a reliable fire starter regardless of the weather conditions provides peace of mind. This is especially important in unpredictable situations, ensuring I can stay warm and comfortable even if the weather takes a turn for the worse.

Important Disclaimer: Fire Safety Always Comes First

It's crucial to remember that fire safety is paramount. Always follow local fire regulations and practice responsible fire building techniques when using Black Beard Fire Plugs or any fire starter.

An Essential Addition to Any Camping Kit

Black Beard Fire Plugs aren't a luxury; they're an essential addition to any camping kit. They offer a reliable and weatherproof way to start a fire, saving you time, frustration, and ensuring a more enjoyable camping experience.

Never Be Left in the Cold Again: Get Your Black Beard Fire Plugs Today

If you're a camper who values a stress-free and reliable fire starting experience, Black Beard Fire Plugs are a must-have. They offer a guaranteed fire in any condition, allowing you to focus on enjoying the outdoors and creating lasting memories around a crackling campfire.

[ionomycin]

[basalting]

after jasons death bruce "accidentally" slips harvey a crowbar while hes in arkham and kisses his cheek and says, voice soft and colder than ice, "make him hurt for me honey"

it takes 6 guards to sedate and drag two face off the joker the next time two face sees him and for the rest of their lives as soon as harvey sees the joker he goes after him like a rabid dog.

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[katnissmellarkkk]

suzanne collins : “so in the epilogue of mockingjay, katniss only refers to her children as the girl and the boy-”

people who read with one eye shut : “BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LOVE HER KIDS AND WAS FORCED INTO HAVING THEM BY THE EVIL PEETA MELLARK?”

suzanne collins probably : “because i couldn’t decide on two names i liked.”

[mycofaerie]

they’re girlfriends, your honor

[gravedigg]

hi. do you see my vision?

[hoss-bonaventure]

my favorite niche of charlie’s fits is when he wears a sleeveless shirt and manages to pull it off in the most butch lesbian way possible

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

[through gritted teeth, with fists clenched]

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS, NAME THEM ONE BY ONE, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE-

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Merry Pride Month <3

[kittycatcorner]

LET'S GET MISCHIEVOUS (AND POLYAMOROUS!)

shortly before

[ruhlare]

[minhosblr]

He is my Roman Empire

Random Minho gifsets [2/∞]

[mymomsaiditwasaphase]

1987 sleeping turtles...

THOSE ARE BABIES 😭

[warmblanketwhump]

Idea for you. Let’s say we have 5 characters living in one household. They’re all very close. A brings an illness into the house. B catches it while taking care of them. Then C joins the party. Then finally D catches it as well, leaving E to take care of all of them. They start to feel ill, but power through. By the time the others have recovered, E’s fever is bad, and now they have to take care of the caretaker.

this flu season, everyone got sick.

First to fall was A, who came home from work with a pale face and a raspy voice and went straight to bed. When E went up to see them, they found them huddled in bed, blearily staring at the wall.

“I don’t feel good,” they whimper.

Next, C’s nagging cough deepened. It had started a tickle in their throat, but soon moved all the way down into their chest. C was the active type—always going for runs and spending time outdoors—so E knew they were in trouble when a short walk from room to room left C breathless, and soon, they were bedridden as well.

Then, B started complaining about feeling chilled.

“Aren’t you guys freezing?” They sat at the dinner table with D and E, a blanket clutched round their shoulders as they stare blankly at the meal they’ve barely touched.

“No?”

B runs their hands up and down their arms, then hugs themselves tightly with a shudder. “I just can’t get warm.”

D and E exchange a look before D rests a hand on B’s shoulder. “I’ll get the thermometer.”

In the span of 36 hours, three of them had become bedridden.

At first, it’s a bit of a joke between them all, D and E commiserating as they move between rooms with cough syrup, tissues, blankets, and tea.

“We should open up our own hospital,” E cracks as they

But that all changes four days in when E comes downstairs to see D at the kitchen table, ashen-faced and clutching a mug of tea in their hands.

“D, you look awful.”

D hugs the mug closer to their chest and shudders, coughing weakly. “I’ll manage. It’s just the sniffles.”

Before D can move away, E’s got a palm to their too-warm forehead and a sinking feeling in their chest. “Off to bed with you, D. You’re the next victim.”

D groans, slumping over with their head on the kitchen table. “E, I can’t just leave you.”

“Yes, you can and you will. You’re feverish and pale as death.”

D pulls the blanket tighter, a sheepish look on their face. “I thought…I thought it wouldn’t get me too.”

“No one thinks it will. Bed. Now.”

So that’s how D winds up the fourth victim of the flu, and despite their protests, they were arguably the worst hit. What they tried to pass off as a quick rest turned into a six-hour nap. they woke that evening with a 104 fever, having sweat through their clothes and bedsheets.

“It’s going to be a long night,” E whispers under their breath.

——————-

Two days later, E’s standing in the kitchen, fighting to keep their eyes open as the coffee brews, when they feel it.

A chill, prickling between their shoulder blades before it washes over their whole body.

No. I’m just overworked and sleep deprived.

Generously, E had slept for a combined 3 or 4 hours over the past two nights. It was partially their own fault. They’d been sleeping on the hallway floor so they could be equally close to everyone, which meant they heard every whimper, every cough, every quiet plea for help.

C had been up all night with a body-wracking cough, and B’s fever had spiked twice, which meant two changes into dry pajamas. A seemed to be through the worst of it, but they were still so weak they had to be helped to the bathroom. D woke at 2 in the morning, wracked with chills so violent that E gave into their pleas and helped them take a bath to warm up. After being dried off, they spent the rest of the night clutching a hot water bottle.

After that ordeal, E hadn’t even gone to bed—they’d just collapsed on D’s carpet, tugged the nearest blanket around themselves, and passed out.

Until they were woken by C’s coughing a couple hours later, and it all began again.

I'll just finish these dishes and then go sit by the fire. It's probably just this cold snap getting to me.

But as they wash dish after dish, E finds that each one becomes harder and harder to lift. Even the effort of standing makes their knees shake, and goosebumps prickle on E’s arms for no reason at all.

No. No. I can’t get sick.

By midmorning, it’s clear that something is very wrong. E’s chilled to the bone, despite being layered in thermals, a thick sweater and multiple pairs of socks. They resist the urge to wrap up in their bathrobe—the others will know something is wrong if they have that many visible layers on.

So they take A a glass of water, trying to hide how badly their hands are shaking when they hand it off. A must be thirsty enough they don’t notice as they gulp the glass down, but they frown once they’ve finished.

“E, you’re pretty peaked.”

“Hmm?” E snaps to attention, their focus drifting.

“You just look sorta washed out. Have you been sleeping?”

“I’ve been fine. As much sleep as I can with four patients to take care of,” E snaps. They instantly regret their tone as A flinches, then raises their eyebrows. “Sorry. It’s just…it’s been a lot.”

A props themselves up, wrapping their discarded robe around their shoulders. “E, I promise I’m feeling better. I can sit with D for a while—“

“No way. You couldn’t even walk yesterday.”

“And that was yesterday,” A says, patiently. “Give me an hour. If I don’t feel up to it, I’ll tell you.”

“Fine,” E says, too tired to fight with a suddenly chipper A. “But if you even seem slightly faint, it’s back to bed.”

——————

C is the next patient to raise alarms. Though their hacking cough has rendered them voiceless, they seem to be on the mend—vigorously pointing on things and writing messages on their notepad.

E, you look sick. C stabs the pointed message with their finger for emphasis.

E stifles a groan. “You’re one to talk. Drink your cough medicine.”

C accepts the shot of dark red syrup, but their eyes don’t leave B as they take it.

E meets A in the hallway, and before they can ask, A rattles off a report on B. “Fever’s still holding steady at 101.4. They’re miserable, but they’re not going to die. Gave them a cold washcloth, aspirin, and an extra blanket.”

“That’s….good work, A.”

A rolls their eye. “You’re not the only one who can play nurse.”

D is the final stop—they’re still in the roughest shape, feverish and mumbling incoherently, but A manages to soothe them with a cool hand to the forehead and some soft words. E adds another blanket to D’s bed and forces some more medicine into them, and D’s asleep in three minutes.

All patients accounted for, they leave D to rest. E’s about to tell—no, demand—that A goes back to bed, when a sudden dizzy feeling washes over them, and they grab the doorframe.

“E? You alright?”

“I…..I…” Suddenly, E can’t even form words, they just know they’re freezing, and they’re torn between keeping hold of the wall and wrapping their arms around themselves, get warm get warm get warm, and when they choose neither, their knees buckle and they crumple to the floor.

——————

The first thing E realizes, as A and C help them to sit on their bed, is that their sheets are crisp and clean. When was the last time they’d slept a full night in their bed?

“A, go….go to bed,” E rasps weakly through chattering teeth, huddling on the edge of the bed as A helps them into pajamas. “I’ll manage.”

“E, you can’t even keep your head up. Just let us help you change.”

E shudders weakly as their bare, feverish skin hits the chilly air, and A eases them under the covers, rubbing their back. “There you go. Nice and warm.” E leans into the touch, groaning softly, and they feel a thermometer poke under their tongue.

“103.6.”

E groans, pulling the blankets tighter. “I…I can’t be sick.”

“Hush.” A covers them with another blanket. “You took care of us, now let us take care of you.”

E is too feverish and cold and achy to protest, so they let them.

[scribblingface]

it feels like there's no way to talk about it that doesn't sound stupid and melodramatic but it's fucking me up so bad to lose my seasons. this is about the fourth or fifth year in a row of atypical weather, but this year instead of being unpredictable it was just consistently predictably hotter in every single month. this november we've been getting october weather. in october it was like late summer. in late summer it was like it was still july. in july it was so bad I hardly left the house. like it feels like someone I know died. it feels like even the things in life that should be consistent and reliable, the aspects of the natural world far bigger than myself, are just shifting sand under my feet