#hate hate hate the heat

[shailion]

Every top level centerpoint energy employee deserves to be sealed in a metal box and left in the sun

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[anotherpapercut]

"summer is the worst" "no winter is!!!" actually both are. down with Big Temperature. spring and autumn for the win

[ionomycin]

inhale, hold

[fairybasketsxo]

before summer ends whos going on the t4t group camping trip that ends with everyone coupled up by the fire after a long day. all a lil buzzed and teasing each other. everyone going from whispers and subtle touches to more blatant and obscene. groping and making out and .. um. camping

[weekend-conspiracy-theorist]

given cass's canonical love of reality tv, I am absolutely certain that every year babs has to go into cbs's recruitment email and delete her survivor audition video

[tav-marcio-leles]

Ohhh, I'm rereading Mystra's entry in the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide... and this detail:

This means Gale was punished for trying to restore and preserve what he thought was a lost piece of Mystra's magic. Gale being Mystra's ex-lover put aside. He as her follower, she his goddess, was punished for attempting to do the one foundational rule of her faith.

I'm seething and so sad at the same time.

Edit: I used the word punish loosely, as in, toxic/abusive people will take any small mistake or action and twist it into something they can take advantage of. This post was also largely from the stand point of a toxic deity rather than a toxic partner, but both takes are valid here. Especially with the, “you didn’t stay compliant so now I’m giving you the silent treatment” part of it—from a god and a partner perspective.

[choccy-milky]

I can imagine Clora reading the "Final Problem" where Sherlock "DIES" and being depressed for like a month and sending hate mail to Conan Doyle while Sebastian tries to cheer her up.

THATS SO FUNNY YOU SENT THIS BECAUSE I LITERALLY DECIDED THE SAME THING A WHILE BACK BAHAHA i plan to mention it in my fic too

seb would 1000% find clora crying during their seventh year when "the final problem" is published LMAOO and he'd freak out wondering whats wrong. and when i read about how tons of doyles' fans sent him hate mail and were outraged i was like yup, clora would've been one of them BAHAHA. ["Obituaries for Holmes appeared everywhere. Petitions were signed and “Keep Holmes Alive” clubs were formed."] CLORA WOULD HAVE FORMED ONE OF THOSE CLUBS TOO LMFAOO

all the outrage made doyle resurrect sherlock a decade later, so that also means when they're older + married + have kids, clora's just gonna burst into the room one day and be like "HES ALIIIIVEEE!!!!!!!" BAHAHHAA clora's hate mail to arthur conan doyle is what brought back sherlock, CONFIRMED!!💯💪✨

[sidsinning]

Still forever a statue scene hater gn

[ch0c00n]

oh to not be in a 36 degree celsius weather right now☀️

[twinsfawn]

i fucking hate summer so bad bro

[bearybrian]

They didn't put the AC in my office today despite it being 90 today so guess who's sweaty and bothered

[garndiddlious]

props to dib for casually spitting anti-corp speech like it was nothing

[det-symphony85]

🪳Hanging out with bro 🪳

[houndsclaw]

shoko’s air conditioner breaks in the middle of the worst heat wave in high summer. you had no choice but to shamble to your apartment: a tertiary set of rooms on campus too old for luxuries like central air. you and shoko spend most of the afternoon stripped down and linked by the smallest amount of skin you can bear. her ankle touched to the sole of your foot, your pinky fingers brushing. the heat hasn’t broken in weeks and the humid weight of summer crushes like an iron to velvet pile. there’s a moratorium on cigarettes in your apartment until the weather breaks, so shoko’s mouth is stained pink and blue from ice pops and frozen fruit. the radio hums from above you, your old fan rattling in a futile attempt to keep the air moving.

shoko sits up with a grunt, shaking out her long hair over her shoulders. the slip she’s wearing has gone translucent with sweat, sticking to her curves. you would look with more interest if it wasn’t so much energy to lift your sweaty, heavy head— another reason to curse the weather.

"i'm going to get another ice pop."

you mumble an affirmative, part of you already missing her sticky touch.

“you know, the morgue has climate control,” shoko reasons aloud. at your look: “kidding.”

you glare at her and then relent, letting your eyes close again. you don’t think she’s kidding, but there’s something to be said about a woman willing to suffer the indignities of summer to spend time with you. you draw your knees up to grasp for any relief of the fan’s breeze and listen for shoko shuffling to the kitchenette. you hear the rattle of ice in the freezer. roll your head back against the floor to find a cool spot where your head hasn’t warmed. shoko sighs. “we’re out of pops,” she calls out to you.

you jerk in surprise when a cold glass lands on your bare skin. shoko’s quick enough to take it back before you knock it off, but there’s a smirk on her face. you watch her throat work as she gulps down half of the glass, graceless in a way she rarely allows herself. her cold hand lands on your propped up knee, her fingers pressing bracing lines into your too-hot skin. the glass is set to the side on a magazine, where it will sweat a ring over the face of last week’s white-haired celebrity.

shoko plucks a cube of ice from the glass. it starts to melt as soon as she rolls it over her palm, leaving cold water dripping down her wrist. her touch is blessed as she strokes her cold hand over your belly, leaving a track of moisture and goosebumps in her wake. when she sets the chip of ice proper against your skin, your breath hitches. shoko notices, drawing a slow, numbing line underneath your breast, winding over your waist until her wet fingertips push the melt over your hipbone. you want her icy fingers in your mouth.

shoko slips this cube of ice up your shin. holds it for a second and then another when she reaches your thigh, the bite of the ice enough to stop your breath for a second before she relents and removes it. cold water trickles down your thigh, the lingering edge of ice-pain an restless itch in the skin. her lips are blazing when she kisses your skin, her hot breath nearly unbearable replacing the chill. she smirks at you when you release the breath stuck in your lungs, that certain gleam in her eyes. she lifts a brow at you: well?

"it's too hot, baby," you complain, but you're easing yourself back down, letting your arms splay out on the floor. shoko crowds between your legs, dangerously pleased with herself.

“you know i’ll make it better,” she murmurs, and puts the ice cube in her mouth.

[digital-angelz]

it’s too hot to do anything waaaaaaaa