#it was a fucking charley horse

[littledancingphoenix]

Yeah, posts will be spotty over the next couple of days. Last night, an excruciatingly painful cramp in my leg put a premature end to my weekend. I'm spending the rest of it in bed recovering.

It still fucking hurts..

[gemharvest]

I wake up with the worst splitting headache imaginable oh my god what the fuck. IT'S SEVEN CAN YOU WAIT 'TILL LIKE EIGHT AT LEAST.

[johnbottoms]

i would like my body to stop acting like it's the worn out hollowed shell of a 40yo soccer player. pls

[supercantaloupe]

woke in the middle of the night with a sudden and extremely sharp muscle spasm in my leg and this morning i have a headache too. when i said i would make it through this weekend if it kills me i was being FACETIOUS

[watcherglowcloud]

everything hurts. my organs are cramping, my upper and lower back hurt, i have a headache, my legs are sore, my shoulders (despite my gf's best efforts) are tight, my knees and wrists hurt, my teeth ache, my chest cavity feels like it will collapse if i take too big a breath, my throat hurts from coughing, and i have been trying to stop myself from vomiting every 15 minutes since about 3pm

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

no hate but i just wanna say real quick that if you feel this compelled to make sure that any time you even reblog a post that mentions furries you have to make sure, at length, that nobody thinks youre one of them, you maybe dont actually understand this post that well

100% genuine when i say that the performative culture of disgust around weird obsessions & fetishes keeps people from realizing how much fun being a nonsexual freak could be for them. this has obviously been true for furries for forever, people are so freaked out by the idea of furries as some kind of deviant sex cult that they never get the opportunity to find out its fun to pretend to be an animal. sure a lot of people drop their pretenses about furries and then realize they actually are attracted to furry drawings but i dont think that needs to be the slam dunk argument i think just having fun with colorful animal characters is enough. but like, i think this is true for a lot of stuff that we like inextricably associate with kink but isnt actually a sexual thing. leather collars and harnesses and pvc clothes have started to drift from that exclusive sexual connotation and its become common to see people wearing them as fashion for fun. because they are fun. theyre fun sexually but theyre also fun for their own sake. theres such a huge chasm of separation between living life and Participating In A Fetish that makes so many things so much less fun. resist. draw your oc really big and fat and see where life can take you

[mutopians]

charley horses my detested

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[honey-mice]

i fell asleep on accident and woke up for like 5 minutes and i get a fucking Charley Horse in my calf oh my god

i hate them so fucking much it is like the most excruciating pain for 30 seconds and then my leg is dead for a couple minutes to maybe an hour. one time we got it in both legs and it caused me to have trouble walking for like an hour and we almost didnt go to work

calm the fuck down legs maybe you dont need to spasm, tense yourself up, and then rip yourself up

[sigh-the-kraken]

Name: Charley Horse/Charlie Horse Why the name: Refers to the most common injury the target has after, but also alludes to the imagery of a horse being ridden that is created from the positioning of bodies. Goal(s): 1) To inflict muscle spasms on a target and 2) to stay on the “Charlie Horse” the longest. How it was done: A jumper (”Horser”) runs up behind a target (”Horsee”) and leaps on to the target’s back. The jumper secures their arms around the target’s shoulders while pulling backwards toward their chest. The jumper digs their toes/heels into the meatiest part of the target’s calves while pushing forwards away from the jumper’s body. Injuries accrued by Horsee:

“Charley Horse” or Muscle spasms (most common injury) - mostly temporary, usually in the legs

Back injuries - Horser’s knees making high-speed contact with the Horsee’s lower back or shoulders being pulled back too far

Knee injuries - Horser’s heels going into the back of knee instead of the calves or the Horsee collapsing forward from not being able to hold up the full weight of the Horser while having their center of gravity thrown off

Neck injuries - specifically from Horsers who wrapped their arms around the neck instead of the shoulders.

Head and Ribcage injuries - from collapsing under the added weight of the Horser

General bruising from contact points (especially the calves)

Injuries accrued by Horser:

Head/Ribcage/Back/Pelvis injuries - from the Horsee falling backwards and the Horser taking the full brunt of the fall (”pancaking”) or from the Horsee dodging and Horser failing to catch themselves before they fall face/ribs first to the ground/floor (”face-planting”).

Note: The majority of Horsees were unwilling, non-consenting participants; the majority of Horsers were part of the school’s bully population. Charley Horse went out of fashion as Horsees became more difficult to “Charley Horse” out of awareness (i.e. increased alertness, turning toward the sound of running) and learned defenses (i.e. ”pancaking” on purpose), resulting in increased rates of injuries to Horsers.

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Name: ??? How it was done: Participants grip their chin as hard as possible in the circle created by pressing the pads of the thumb and index finger together for a set amount of time. Goal: The participant with the darkest bruise wins Injuries: Bruising, Blood blisters, probably other things that a doctor would know but was not thought about as kids Note: It went out of fashion after teachers/parents got involved over the bruising.

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Name: ??? How it was done: Participants use their fingers or palm to force the tip of their nose up and back; in doing so, it causes the nostrils to stretch and become more parallel with the head. Goal: The person who can make their nostrils most parallel with their head wins Injuries: Bruising, probably damage to the nose’s internal structures Note: This was either originally thought up by a classmate whose nose genetically went up and back (thus always winning) or by someone who was trying to mock that classmate; I’m leaning toward the former because I remember that classmate trying to get me to do it as part of a bet. It fell out of fashion within a year; I assume it fell out either due to the classmate always winning or teacher/parent involvement over the bruising.

ALT

Haunted and excited by this being a field of study

[gemharvest]

Calf muscle feels kinda Sore. Don't like that.

[manheimsmuse]

SAVE A HORSE ; WALLY CLARK

a/n; inspired by this post by @stevensrealgf !

warnings; 18+, mndi, afab!reader, fem!pronouns, established relationship, smut under the cut, unprotected sex i don’t know how many times i have to tell you guys not to do this, fingering, filthy talk, wally clark talks you through it. not proofread !

you sat beside charley on the edge of the stage, watching as rhonda sat on wally’s back as he did pushups. charley had made a quiet joke to you about wally showing off to ‘impress a certain someone’.

your relationship with wally was unknown to the others, both you and wally agreeing that you’d like to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible to prolong the peace you both found in one another.

however, wally wasn’t as good at hiding the fact he had a crush on you.

you’d stopped paying attention by the time wally had risen to his feet, lazily returning your gaze to him after a sarcastic comment he made to rhonda.

“who’s next?” he asked with a boyish grin, attention focused on you and charley now “charley? wanna ride the pony?”

you choke on your laugh, doubled over with a hand clamped over your mouth to dampen your laughter.

“what’s funny, princess?” wally questions with a quirked brow, hands resting on his hips as he looks at you expecting an answer “you think i couldn’t lift him?”

the mischievous look on his face proves to you that he knows exactly why you’re laughing, but he’s not giving you the satisfaction of seeing him all red faced and flustered.

“oh, i’m sure you can” you respond sarcastically, hopping off the stage and patting his shoulder as you pass by “you boys have fun!”

there’s no masked intent in your words, if wally wanted to try lift charley then more power to him, but you were getting bored of the gym.

not long after you’d settled down in the student lounge wally joins you, presumably only taking so long because he wasn’t sure where you went. without a word he joins you on the couch, relaxing back into his seat as you kick your feet up into his lap with a teasing “have fun?”

“awh, is my little princess all jealous i didn’t ask her instead?” wally cooes patronisingly, palm running back and forth against your thigh “you wanna ride the pony, baby?”

your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, unsure if you wanted to laugh him off or indulge his antics. naturally, you choose the latter.

as you slide onto wally’s lap his hands instantly find your waist, gently pulling you closer as you place one leg on either side of his body.

“that’s it, baby” he grins, a hand coming up to grip your chin “there’s my pretty girl” he mumbles, guiding your mouth to his in order to press a soft kiss to your lips.

the tender moment is short lived, movements becoming more frantic as you both work on the others clothes, your hips involuntarily grinding against wally’s the moment his mouth meets your neck.

“fuck, baby” wally groans against your neck, fingers digging into your hips to guide your movements “so needy already?”

you roll your eyes at his cockiness, even if you are gasping out his name when his clothed erection brushes against your covered clit. your hands fumble as you attempt to remove the little clothing left in your way until you’re both in your underwear.

“shit, you really are needy huh?” wally chuckles, his fingers gathering your wetness as his hand slips into your panties “my perfect girl, always so desperate for my cock.”

he plunges two fingers into you without warning, moving at a pace that has your head falling back and your moans echoing through the empty room.

“o-oh, god.” you whine, feeling the band in your stomach tightening at an alarming rate when his thumb presses against your clit, his fingers still fucking into you.

the moment he feels you tighten around his digits he withdraws his hand, pushing his soaked fingers into his mouth before answering you cries of frustration.

“hey, hey! said you were gonna ride me, remember?” his soft voice is a stark contrast to the look on his face “can’t have you cumming on my hand now, pretty baby”

he helps you position yourself, hissing out a curse when your hand wraps around him to make sure he was in place, and when you finally sink down onto him it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not flip the two of you so he’s on top.

you waste no time in making good on your word, starting to move back and forth on him slowly before gradually settling into a rhythm.

“doing such a good job, princess.” wally groans, gripping you even tighter as you bounce on his cock “taking me so well, fuck baby, look so pretty riding me”

“so close, wally” you warn through a moan, nails digging into his skin as you grip his shoulders.

wally let’s out a grunt of acknowledgment, any self control he had left vanishing when you start clenching around him, prompting him to start fucking up into you at a harder pace.

“me too, baby.” he murmurs, mouth latching onto your clavicle to mark the skin “you feel so good, princess, gonna make me cum in your pretty little pussy. you want that, pretty girl? you want me to come in you?”

your eyes roll back as he talks, mouth falling open and shut with nothing but a string of lewd noises as opposed to coherent sentences.

“please, wally.”

your mewled permission was all wally needed, his thumb rubbing harsh, fast circles into your clit as he continued to buck up into you, his pace getting sloppy as you feel him swelling inside you.

“that’s it, princess, there you go” he grits through his teeth, not stopping until you get over the edge too “so fucking pretty when you make a mess on my cock, my gorgeous girl.”

you’re a mess by the time you’ve both halted your movements, wally is still buried inside you as you fall forward against his chest making you quietly moan at the sensation.

“you did such a good job, baby.” wally cooes, placing a kiss to the top of your head “gonna have to get you to ride me more often.”

[gamblersdoll]

villain! kiri, riding, hairpulling and choking, semi mean kiri, semi plot, characters mentioned.

“oh! oh! uh—haaa!” you hiccup each thrust, feeling his hardened villain cock slip up into your womb, he going the deepest when you sit fully onto him and he gets to fuck up into you.

“yeahaha! fuck!” he growls in a laugh, hair sprawled over his pillow—your pillow, a hand snaked behind and up your back to pull your hair and a hand wrapped around your throat. “fuck, fuuck! this shit feel good, slut?” he forces you to look at him, always look at him. “like when i sneak in again and again just to fuck your morals and beliefs away?”

you try to nod, to even vocalize but his hips are getting so much rougher, faster, harder. it comes out in a stained ‘yes’ and you feel yourself starting to break.

god, how long has this been going on for?

“yeah you do, need a fuckin’ villain to fuck your sopping little cunt!” his teeth bite down onto his lip, a bad sign that he might be losing himself within you. “couldnt be satisfied with a goddamn hero— yeah? that damn tetsu tetsu guy couldnt fuck you like this ever?”

you shook your head no. you didnt process what had been said.

shit, tetsu— he was right, tetsu didnt fuck you like this.

he pulls you down to face to face with him, his breath fanning heavy against your face and he grins wide, blood dripping down his chin from the bite he gave himself. “yeah, ‘yer never leavin’ baby slut. not like you could anyway!”

your tears drip onto his cheek, his tongue coming out to lick it off and his thick, hardened arms wrap themselves around your waist. “fuck, fuck yeah! oh, fuck yes—“ he cuts himself off, eyes temporarily rolling back but then focusing on you again. “fuckin take me, take all of me.”

and its not like you were opposed to it, not with the way your eyes cross and your toes curl so hard you feel a charley horse coming when his stills inside of you.

how the hell did you even get here? how the fuck did you end up trapped in a fling? no, fuck all that, how did you get into a fling with a villain? you don’t remember. all you remember is just coming home from work and then going to a date you had picked—

oh, thats right. you remember now, seeing that you got a random text thinking it was tetsu, responding back and then meeting him in his house.

“doors unlocked, just come up and get undressed for me, baby girl.”

what a dumb thing you did. that was out of character for him.

“hey.” he snaps in your face, looking at you like you had six heads. “where did you just go?” kirishima asks.

“i… dont know.” you respond, carefully and slowly.

“hm, alright then.” he pats your head, clicking his tongue. “got someone for you ta’ meet.” he says cheerfully, going to the door and unlocking it.

they were both essentially the same.

“yer familiar with chargebolt, right?”

[webslingingslasher]

how about something where peter and reader are having sex but reader gets a bad calf cramp midway. peter tries to help by massaging the leg but he's just laughing really hard. overall v funny and crack. love your work btw!

w: smutty smutty, a little name calling.

Your arms are glued to Peter’s while he thrusts into you, you grip him tightly trying to keep him close. The sheen that covered his body made him both sticky and sweaty. 

“Fuck!” 

The back of your head rubs against his pillow, his hands push higher on the backside of your knees, you’re fully spread open and he continues to push further, you’ve never felt him so deep. 

“Baby, you’re… fuck,” you can’t even compliment him, you’re a million percent cockdrunk at the moment. 

You could kiss your left knee with how high Peter had it pushed up, he grunts at the new angle and thrusts deeper. You shoot out a cry of pleasure, his words come out between clenched teeth. 

“So good, you’re doing so good for me.” 

You whimper and whine along with his praises, you’re so lost your words tumble out. 

“Thank you, thank you, you know me so well.” 

Your boyfriend grunts but a smile takes over, he slows down and puts a hand on your cheek. Your mind races but his touch grounds you a little, you push your hips into his, trying to get back the momentum. 

“Are you thanking me for fucking you?” 

You try to clasp your hands around his neck and he narrowly misses, you roll your hips into his taking control. 

“You were being so nice, now you’re being mean.” 

A sarcastic pout takes over his face, he pushes his body down, anchoring himself into place with an arm by your head, the other hand takes your leg to push it over his hip. In one fluid motion he thrusts into you hard, you lose your breath and gasp against the pillow. 

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you hard and deep?” 

He keeps going, drilling in and out and your mind spins with pleasure. 

“C’mon, baby. Said I was being mean, is this better?” 

Your fingernails pierce the skin on his shoulders, your boyfriend's aggressive words made you slicker, you can hear the difference in sounds and know he can feel it on his end. 

“Like that? You like when I make you needy? Like you’re a dirty slut who-” 

A punch to his chest, panicked words usher from your mouth. 

“Out! Get out of me!” 

He didn’t mean to take it that far, he thought you liked it, it felt like you liked it. Peter paused, his motions stopped but he didn't move. 

Your leg had slipped down on his thigh and you were met with a wicked cramp that you needed to step down on to fix it, the pain and pressure was spreading up your thigh, a true life or death moment. You pushed at his chest to get him to move but he was frozen, you let out a yelp and threw his shoulders away the best you could. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” 

More aggressive than you meant but, fuck, charley horses were the worst cramps imaginable. 

Peter finally snaps into motion and pulls out of you quicker than he normally would’ve, you hiss at the feeling but jump from the bed, he watches you with scared eyes. He shouldn’t have said that, called you a dirty slut, he was just talking in the moment. 

The second you’re able to stand you deflate with air, the pulling motion eased. You finally had control of your leg back, it was tender as all hell from being locked up but it was your leg again. Picking it up and pressing your weight back down you felt ready enough to finish what’s been started. 

You flop back down to the bed and open back up, “ready.” 

Peter doesn’t move, you look down at the foot of the bed. His eyes are focused on yours, he looks scared. 

“Are you-” 

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it was a just in the moment thing and I didn’t mean it.” 

You squint your eyes and look at his face, “what?” 

Peter’s arms fly out to cup your face, you have squished cheeks and are forced to look in his eyes as he hovers over you. 

“I don’t think you’re a slut. Like, at all.” 

You bat his hands away, “I didn’t think you did but, thanks for the vote of confidence.” 

Well, now he has no idea why you threw him off. 

“I thought you didn’t like it.” 

You sit up with him, “calling me a slut?” 

A nod, you retraced the steps and let out an “ohhh,” then shake your head and smile at your boyfriend. 

“I had a cramp! I feel like you know how much I liked you saying that.” 

Peter’s hand was thrown over his chest, telling his heart it can stop going so fast. 

“I thought you did, but then I thought I went too far, thank god.” 

You scoff and tilt your leg open more. 

“Not far enough, now give my leg a rub down and fuck me like a dirty slut.” 

His fingers dig into the plush of your calf, already tenderizing the area, “yes, ma’am.” 

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Living the Dream

Day #13 - Prompt: Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Established Long-Term Steddie, Famous Musician Eddie, Regular Guy Steve, Fucking After a Gig, Anal Sex

The crowd is still screaming above him in the arena, hoping for a second encore. He can hear it humming. Still audible, even under all that concrete that separates the stage above and the space under the stadium. It's an echoey place, and Eddie can hear the ghost of their performance still bouncing around the building, even if it's only in his head.

Feet stomping, screaming, demanding more, more, more.

But Eddie's already busy. It's just not happening tonight, and the dull roar of the still hyped as fuck crowd is just spurring him on.

"Yeah, fuck," Eddie says, arching his back, pushing as deep as he can go. He's sweaty and tired from the show, but he's not too tired for this. Never.

He grips Steve's hips, tugging Steve backwards. Dragging his knees across the dressing room carpet. Steve moans, a low sound, his face pressed into Eddie's sweaty show shirt, the one that he's using to keep his cheek from rubbing straight against the certainly filthy carpet.

Tons of rock stars have surely used this room, and Eddie imagines what they're doing together right now is just scraping the surface of the depravity this room has been witness to, night after night.

Eddie on his knees, kneeling behind Steve, buried to the hilt. 

And Eddie will never, ever tire of looking at Steve like this. Ass up, moaning, sweating like a whore in church. It's one of his greatest pleasures in a life that's been full of decadence. He has partied with legends, has drank champagne that cost more than some cars. Definitely more than his first van.

He's been received, accepted and put upon a pedestal. Been lauded, and celebrated. But while Eddie can hold a stadium full of fans in his palm, and then bring them to their knees, Steve's the only one that he yearns to see that way.

The only award he's ever fought to win, to keep.

He runs his thumb along Steve's spine, and Steve shivers under him.

"Eddie," Steve breathes out, and this is the best part of his night. The sixty-five thousand screaming, headbanging fans were a nice appetizer. But this? This is the main course.

He slams his hip bones into Steve's round, perfect ass. Pushing him further into the floor. 

Steve doesn't hit every tour stop, can't. He has his own job, his own life. Their life, that he keeps grounded in reality and sanity. 

But now, after all these years, even at nearly forty-years-old, Steve will show up to a gig when he can, and get down on his knees to be fucked, like they're still twenty-five.

Like this won't end in charley horses or other weird sore muscles in the morning, where they can't exactly remember what they've done to cause them.

Eddie runs his hand up Steve's back, and he's given up all the rings. Except for one. And it's brand new, all legal. At least in Massachusetts. 

He's a rockstar, said to be living the dream.

He's a husband, and that's the real one.

Steve whimpers, and reaches back to grasp Eddie's forearm as he holds his hip.

"Good?" Eddie asks.

Steve just nods and moans, and Eddie loves the sound. The sight of his forehead pressed into the shirt.

If he keeps rocking, stays controlled, and steady, maybe they can do this all night. 

Then Steve lets out a breathy sound that will be his downfall, it always is, and tonight will be no different, no matter how much he might want this to never end.

"Car's here, Eddie!" Gareth yells through the door, and Eddie swallows a moan. He's breathing hard. "I'm going up, I'll hold it ten minutes!"

Ten minutes is a lifetime, and he keeps pushing into Steve. Watching the drag, the catch, the head of his dick nearly coming out, before slamming right in. There's nothing like the sight, and he squeezes Steve's ass, watching his own cock filling Steve's hole. 

Like he's never seen it before. Like this hasn't been a regular occurrence for the past twenty years.

And then Steve starts fluttering, clenching at him, and Eddie knows he's gonna come, so he grinds into him, pressing him over the edge with practiced ease.

"Oh, goddamn," Steve whines, and comes all over his own fist, the floor, and Eddie's shirt.

Eddie smiles and slams back into him, picking up the pace again, racing, pushing himself over the edge. Coming with a jerk and a long groan that is rivaling the sounds from above, he's sure. 

His shirt is a mess, and he grabs a clean-ish one from his duffle bag, and pulls it over his head as Steve redresses in front of him. It's a good view, the best view. Eddie stuffs it in the bottom of his duffle, and tosses the whole bag in the pile to be carted to the trucks by the road crew after they've cleared out, and are long gone.

Steve is just standing there, but Eddie gets right in front of him and smiles, "Hi. Glad to meet a fan."

Steve rolls his eyes, but smiles, and that's the good stuff. That's what Eddie lives for, and he sidles up beside him, putting his hand in the small of Steve's back, leading him out of the dressing room, and towards the loading dock, to the waiting car.

One car is gone, Jeff and Goodie surely gone back to the hotel already, so Eddie opens up the door on the remaining car, and lets Steve slide in before him.

In the backseat, Gareth is talking on his phone, but nods in their direction, and taps the divider in the car, signaling they're finally ready to go.

Eddie slides his hand along Steve's arm, until his hand finds Steve's, squeezing.

"Thanks for coming."

"I'd be mad if I didn't," Steve whispers, teasing him, and Eddie laughs. Then presses a kiss to Steve's shoulder, so fucking happy to be right where he is tonight.

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[thefirsthogokage]

Very helpful thread made for those walking the picket lines by an EMT in Florida:

(screen shots from here on out. Too many images to put in one post. Sorry for the dark mode switch ahead of time)

[Image ID: a tweet thread made by @TheMaryGirls on July 18th, 2023 that reads in its entirety (though combined where appropriate and tweet numbers removed for condensing):

This is for the strikers everywhere since I'm nowhere near a picket line. This is the least I can do:

I am an EMT in Florida, one of the hottest states in the country on a regular basis. These are things you can do to protect yourself from the heat

1. Water

Water is great, your body needs it to live. You can go longer without food than you can without water. It's vital. If you become too dehydrated you can lapse into something called Hypovolemic shock which is the most dangerous form of shock because, usually, by the time you realize something is wrong, you're already in a bad position.

When you sweat, you're not just losing water. You're also losing salt, potassium, chloride, magnesium, & calcium. To combat this, you should drink something with electrolytes.

You can also eat a banana in order to avoid cramping that can occur with the loss of potassium. You don't want to be the one doing the Charley Horse Hustle on the line when people have phone cameras. You can also eat fruit and veg with high water content. They helps.

A word of caution about ice water. I know the idea of a big bottle of ice water sounds great when you're sweating your balls off on the line but NO! That can be dangerous. Your body temperature is up due to the heat. You chug a bottle of ice water like you used to do with Smirnoff Ice in college, you'll regret it. Ice water will cause your body temperature to drop which fraks up your homeostasis. You can experience stomach craps, fainting, and, on some weird occasions, cardiac arrest. Face planting on the pavement isn't cute.

One way you CAN use ice water safely is by soaking a t-shirt or towel and putting it on your head to help cool you off. Also, cold rags around the wrists can also cool you down. You've seen construction workers with the t-shirts on their heads? This is why.

2. Whole body

If you get blisters on your feet, you need to treat them. Also, don't force pop them, you're just asking for trouble. When they rupture, they need to be cleaned with soap and water (no alcohol or peroxide) and protected. Band-Aids won't really help here.

Band-Aids can easily slip off and give bacteria a chance to move in and really get gross. Liquid bandage is the better option. It's waterproof but it does sting when you put it on so be warned.

If you experience muscle cramps on the line, you need to deal with them. This is your bodies way of telling you something is wrong. Sit down, drink something. Stretching before picketing can also help prevent them. Let's be honest, as writers, we sit. A LOT.

Going from a cave dwelling hermit to bright sunlight and exercise is going to piss your entire system off. Icy Hot and hot baths will be your friend.

3. Dehydration warning signs.

Muscle cramps

light headed

headaches

feeling very thirsty

dark urine

urinating less often

feeling tired

dry mouth, lips, or tongue

skin tenting

confusion

That's all that I can think of at the moment.

GO FUCK EM UP!!!!!!!

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Bonus:

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Every word of this is good advice, but, as a former desert-dweller, there’s something I need to add: dehydration makes you stupid. It can literally prevent you from being able to figure out the source of your problems is dehydration.

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