#it's been in the negative with windchill

[elvenferretots]

It's always frisbee season.

[pocketknifehandsaw]

U know for a guy who can’t get into my building myself I’m doing pretty good not freezing to death

[freetoflythecrimsonsky]

While i knew people love to publicly comment on posts in a way that absolutely makes clear they could not or would not read the post, it’s strange to have it in my notes in a way that gets me an email about them misunderstanding lmao

[blughxreader]

I've been watching natural disaster documentaries and I'm so down bad for the idea of Platonic Yandere! Batfam during a blizzard.

They obviously have enough supplies to maintain a small village, so no one is pressed when sudden snow picks up. Batman has special cold-resistant suits for all of them but when the windchill drops to the negatives, their patrols are an hour at a time.

When the blizzard finally hits, they escort stranded cars to safety for as long as possible before the white-out makes it impossible to work.

That first night, they're all huddled in the the smallest lounge, fireplace roaring and hot chocolate in hand. You're pulled to the very front of the pile, bundled in blankets and Tim's various school hoodies and up against the rolling heat of the flames.

Despite the temperature breaking record lows, you've never been more toasty. Chocolate on your tongue and cheeks hot from the fire, they only let you unbundle yourself when you complain about sweating.

However much the others bitch and moan, Jason and Bruce are the ones at your side. They're packed full of muscle and do a great job of trapping in heat, so the skinnier Bats have to settle for watching you. Jason and Bruce take great pleasure in draping a big arm around you, pinning you so close to their sides that you have to fold your arms to keep them from getting squeezed.

Bruce insists you sleep in his bed, since this is one of the few times he gets to fall asleep at the same time as you. Damian insists, on account of being the least efficient at maintaining heat (i.e. the smallest), he should join you two. Bruce relents with an amused smile. You fall asleep pulled almost fully across Bruce's chest with Damian wound tightly around you.

The whole situation would almost be reminiscent of a family enjoying the winter holidays, had it not been for the Bat’s palpable longing.

Normally, they're desperate to touch you, to hold onto some part of your person and bask in the closeness. But with their fingertips cold and a slight shake to their limbs—they're ravenous.

Their yearning mixes with the cold and spurs on their dark thoughts more than the heat ever has. They have to hold you or they'll die. They have to feel your warm breath fan their faces. They have to take your body heat and to give you theirs.

Physical intimacy seems so much more personal when they could die from the cold (never mind the fact that they're at a healthy temperature).

Fights break out faster as they get more clingy, and Bruce creates a rigid schedule. The Bats must follow the rotation by the second, no bartering time for favors, and no incapacitating others to extend your time.

The weak sun travels the sky and snow swallows houses whole. Almost two days in, the power cut and everyone was forced to move into the small living room. Using the back-up generators, they powered only a few important rooms in the house and set up space heaters in every corner. Blankets were nailed over windows and Damian and Tim had a mini bitch-session over the unusable internet connection.

Dick and Jason carried down mattresses, while Tim, Cass, and Steph found every blanket and pillow in the house. Damian and Bruce brought up laptops, monitors, and a radio for work. Alfred is forced into the recliner with an instant water heater and a teapot by his side. He hasn't complained once, but everyone knows the cold isn't kind to his joints.

Then there's you, sitting on a pile of blankets and pillows and wrapped in sweaters, throws, hats, and gloves. You almost threw a fit because you were warm enough, but Cass's darkened face silenced you immediately. She backed off when you settled into Steph's side, gloves and all.

The time passes slowly. On the third and worst day, the wind chill reached negative 50. The house rattled and creaked against the cold, and the Bats took turns nestled against you.

Dick flipped through his old high school year book and told you stories about the students, while Steph chimed in with made up-ones to add drama.

You and Damian played a game that involved finishing each other's drawings.

Tim pretended to be stuck on a video game level and let you help. Cass somehow procured a party horn that she honked to celebrate each victory.

Despite how hard Jason tried to avoid Bruce, they always finished their books at the same time and left to get more. They returned with arm-fulls of books and a frozen snack that they shared with you.

At the end of the week, when the sun finally began melting the snow and the were having an increasingly difficult time keeping Bruce from the cowl, they were all sick of each other.

It was slightly satisfying, considering you never caught a break from any of them and this was a taste of their own medicine. The Bats finally returned to duty after a spectacular meltdown from Dick after Bruce asserted his opinion one too many times.

You, however, remained locked in the living room nest for several more days because "it's still too cold for you to sleep alone" and "patrols will be very short until crime picks back up."

It was already safe to return to your room, but there was something so comforting about knowing precisely where you'd be at any given moment. And Bruce, settling into the couch after patrol to thaw his frozen limbs, melted at the sight of his kids all piled up together.

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[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 27- Snow

Warnings: getting together, only one bed trope except I as the author provided 2 beds and they do it to themselves, Canada (which was supposed to be realistic but comes across as satire. No judging me unless you are also Canadian), some 18+ implications but nothing happens

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1k (i went crazy :/)

A/N: Honestly I've either made up or researched everything I've put in a fic about America so it was a nice change to just Know Things (although I am not from the province where this takes place). Also in my mind this is a continuation to Day 9- Pine

Once again, bonus points if you can figure out which Taylor Swift song I was listening to when writing this

Cases have taken you all over the country, face to face with some of the worst serial killers that America has ever seen. Much less often, they take you to Canada.

Specifically, in the case of a psychopath who skipped borders after killing in two states almost a decade ago and resumed his killing spree further north now, they occasionally take you to the middle of Nowheresville, Saskatchewan, Canada. In the dead of winter.

“Hey, folks.” The chief of police greets you all- well, most of you, since Rossi and Prentiss are already out on the field- with a friendly wave, shaking Hotch’s hand. “Chief McCartney. Sorry to make y’all take a trip up here, but we sure can use the help.”

“The FBI has been searching for the unsub for some time,” Hotch answers as their hands part. “The case has been assumed cold for several years by the Bureau, so we’re grateful you reached out. Two of my agents are at the latest crime scene already.”

“Where should we set up?” JJ asks, and the chief leads you to a conference room. “And, er, speaking of cold…”

You’re all very cold, just from the drive from the airstrip to the station. You’d seen people snowmobiling past the road, and JJ had marvelled aloud wondering how they could bear to be out in this weather. It’s not surprising that she’s the first one to bring up the chilly air in the precinct with her parka still zipped up to her chin.

McCartney snaps his fingers like he’s remembered something important. “Y’all must be freezing, eh? Let me rustle up a space heater, get you nice and toasty.”

The fact that he’s wearing a button-down shirt and a light jacket isn’t lost on any of the experienced profilers in the room. “You’re not cold?” Derek asks, half in disbelief. “Man, I grew up in Chicago and I can’t feel my toes right now.”

“We hit minus 30’s a few weeks back,” McCartney says, wincing. “Sorry, I didn’t even think of it. Guess we’re all used to it around here by now.”

“Minus…” You glance at Spencer, who’s locked and loaded with an answer.

“Negative 30 degrees Celsius is about negative 22, Fahrenheit,” he reports. “I’d estimate we’re closer to negative 31 degrees Farenheit, though.”

“He’s smart. Windchill’s pushing us a little under,” McCartney confirms. “I’ll go get that space heater. Y’all settle in, and I’ll have one of my officers bring over the files ASAP.”

You ‘settle in’ as best you can, poring over the case with your team while wrapped in thick sweaters and cradling to-go cups of coffee. They’re branded with the Tim Hortons logo from the traveller case that one of the officers brings for you along with the files and a box of donut holes labelled ‘Timbits’. The space heater sits in the corner of the room, slowly bringing the space to a temperature that you’re all used to.

Hotch takes the first sip of his coffee without adding anything into it, his face screwing up at the taste. “It’s not too good when it’s black,” the officer tells him. “Sorry, should’ve warned you. Try a double double, it’s way better.”

“Here, I’ve got it.” You take Hotch’s coffee from him, adding in two little packets of sugar and two creamer cups while he watches you. “Better?” He stirs it and takes a sip, deliberating.

The second sip must be miles better than the first. “It’s not as bitter. I think that’s all I can ask for,” he murmurs while he takes a seat next to you, and you smirk.

He’s wearing the same quarter-zip that made an appearance when you went to Alaska, and he seems relatively warm. Lucky him. The less-built members of your team, particularly JJ and Spencer, have rosy cheeks and keep sticking their hands in their pockets to warm them. Poor Spencer goes through several cups of coffee in mere hours, a weak attempt to warm himself from the inside out.

Nearing the end of the day, you all pack up your things. There haven’t been any more murders today, but the information gleaned from the crime scenes helps you add to the profile. The unsub has a pattern of striking each week, probably to gauge how close the investigation is to catching him during the cooldown period, and he hasn’t strayed from the pattern since resurfacing.

You trudge to the hotel across the street from the police station- this town is so tiny that you don’t think it’s made up of anything other than a main street and rows of suburbia housing- in the pitch-black, wind whistling by your ears and freezing them. The sun went down several hours ago even though it’s only nearing seven PM, and the dark doesn’t lift anyone’s spirits.

“Get some rest,” Hotch says while he hands out room keys in the hotel lobby, speaking over the sound of chattering teeth. It’s more of an order than a request. “We’re at the station bright and early tomorrow, and I want you all rested and ready to work.”

The room key in your hands leads you down a hallway to a door that you unlock right as Hotch turns the corner. “119, right?” He clarifies, and you nod. “Alright. You’re with me.”

“Sounds good.” Your voice sounds cool and even, and you’re sort of proud of yourself for keeping it together after finding out that you’re sharing a hotel room with your very kind, very attractive boss. You’ve shared a room with him before, but it’s a battle of willpower to appear normal every time.

The hotel room is decently nice, and it’s warmer than you expected. Two queen-sized beds share a nightstand, and there’s a desk with a coffeemaker on it pressed up to the wall next to the TV. It’s a standard hotel room, a setup you’re familiar with. The heater under the window is whirring, filling the room with blissfully warm air- almost too warm- that has you shedding your jacket as Hotch sets his go bag on one bed and his briefcase on the desk.

“No working,” you remind him, your tone as scolding as it is light-hearted. “Bright and early, remember?”

Hotch snorts at that, then takes off his quarter-zip sweater. “We’ll be six bitter coffees deep before the sun comes up,” he says, but you struggle to hear a single word out of his mouth when you see his biceps through the thin white material of his shirt. He’s been covered up all day, and you haven’t hit your daily quota of staring at his arms.

It’s been a hard day, particularly for that reason.

“I’m going to shower,” Hotch says after a moment, discarding his fleece on the desk chair. He picks up his go bag, and the bathroom door closes behind him a moment later.

By the time he re-enters, wearing flannel pajamas pants and a white shirt, you’re fiddling with the heater. It seems to be broken, and when you turn the dial to blow cold air in the room it only seems to come out a few degrees cooler.

“The blanket’s really heavy,” you warn as he gets into his own bed. You can’t believe you’re overheating at negative-a-million degrees, but the combined weight of the duvet and warm air blowing steadily into the room is reminiscent of falling asleep in Arizona rather than the snowy north. “Something’s wrong with the heater.”

“I’ll try to manage,” he responds with a dry smile before pulling the blanket over himself. It lands on him with a solid sound, thick duvet against chest, and a soft ‘oof’, and you count to three in your head before he says, “Okay, you were right.’

“Aren’t I always?” You pull your own duvet down when you get into bed, leaving yourself covered with the top sheet of the bedspread. He stays underneath his blankets, not shifting them while you reach out and turn the lamp off.

Falling asleep has never been so difficult. Without the thick duvet, you’re curled into a ball within five minutes when the slightly colder air fills the room. With it, you’re sweating so much that it’s a wonder you aren’t sliding right off the bed. One leg pokes out from under the heavy covers, but it feels like the only part of your body that’s at a closer-to-normal temperature while the rest of you overheats. You toss and turn, falling asleep briefly every once in a while for maybe ten minutes at a time.

It’s a little embarrassing, actually. Your blanket and sheet are lifted and shifted so many times that you have to hope you aren’t waking Hotch up, even when you move as quietly as possible. The only sound in the air is the wind whistling and fabric shifting, louder than you thought possible.

Around 1 AM, hours after trying to fall asleep, you’ve all but given up. You’re considering getting to work on the file by lamplight, or just stripping down naked under the thick blankets. What other option do you have?

That’s when you hear a grunt from the other bed, and Hotch’s outline shifts in bed. You can see him move around, lifting up like he’s flipping over his pillow. In the barely-there lighting from a streetlamp, you notice that his duvet is ruffled and partially folded over itself. It looks like he’s been tossing and turning, just like you.

“Aaron,” you whisper once he’s still. It’s quiet; he can pretend not to hear you if he’s close to falling asleep, and you won’t be offended. 

When he responds, his voice is gruff and just as loud as it was in the precinct today. “Yeah?”

“Can’t sleep?” It’s a stupid question, you realize as soon as it leaves your mouth. He isn’t sleeptalking, after all.

He doesn’t call you out on it, but just sighs instead. “No. It’s not working too well for me. I’m really hot.”

Yeah, you are, you want to say, but the logical side of your brain beats the sentence back with a stick before you can say it out loud. “Me too. How do you think everyone else is doing?

“Better than us, I hope.” He sits up in bed slightly; you can tell from the rustling and the dim outline. “I’m sure Dave has some kind of temperature-controllable blanket with him.”

“Spencer probably researched the best kind of pajamas to bring,” you joke back, and Aaron chuckles at that.

“Morgan probably worked out before bed and didn’t need any blankets,” he murmurs, and you snicker.

“JJ and Emily are probably cuddling for warmth.”

Why did you say that? The high altitude- the provincial average is roughly 1700 feet above sea-level, Spencer would tell you- combined with the restlessness is probably getting to you.

Aaron clears his throat, and you cough. Neither of you seems to know what to say, so he speaks first. “As long as they don’t tell me anything. It’s a lot of paperwork, for that sort of… fraternization.”

“Well, I mean. If they’re just doing it to keep warm, that’s got to be an exception,” you point out.

“I.. suppose so, yes. As long as nothing further were to happen, two agents just trying to keep each other warm isn’t inappropriate. They… we all need to be professional.”

He sounds hesitant now, speaking carefully like he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. You wonder if he’s dancing around the same thought as you. If he is, is he trying to avoid it? Or does he not want to say it first?

“So, by that logic…” you trail off, waiting for Aaron to say something. He can say anything now. He can cut you off, bid you goodnight again, or even ask you to go bunk with Rossi, but he doesn’t.

The fact that he also isn’t exactly not encouraging you doesn’t disembolden you at all. “Yes?”

“Well. You know,” you murmur. “I’m just saying that if it’s completely professional… and if it’s helping them sleep, and therefore be more well-rested to catch a serial killer tomorrow…”

“What are you saying?” He isn’t really asking. You can hear his smirk as clearly as wind whistling through the trees outside your window. “I think you need to clarify for me.”

Your huff of annoyance is more forced than it sounds. “I’m saying that if we sleep in the same bed we might be able to actually sleep. Body heat, and all that.”

Aaron’s voice is softer now, less sure than when he teased you just a minute ago. “Are you comfortable with that?”

“If it’s okay with you, then it’s okay with me,” you promise. The only sound in the room for a moment is both of you breathing, and you wonder if he can hear your heart thumping against your ribcage. What are you doing?

“Alright,” Aaron agrees after a long moment, pushing the duvet down to the foot of his bed. “Does it matter what side you sleep on?”

You get out of your own bed, and murmur, “No,” as he rolls over to make room for you. He lifts the top sheet up and you slide in under it, curling up. There’s still some distance between you, and you try to maintain it; he’s the one who’s concerned about things being ‘inappropriate’, after all. There’s no need for him to know that your heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’s about to jackhammer out of your chest.

“Goodnight,” you mumble as soon as your head hits the pillow. His body heat is like a furnace, warming you up perfectly from a foot away, and the thin sheet is warm like it’s been waiting for you to climb in. He says something under his breath- ‘goodnight’, maybe- but it’s been such a long day that you fall asleep in what feels like seconds without responding.

When you wake up to the sound of Aaron’s phone alarm, you’re much less than a foot away from each other in the warmest bed you’ve ever known. He’s curled up against your back, one of his arms slung around your waist to hold you to his chest. Previous experience with room-sharing tells you that he doesn’t wake up at the first alarm- he usually sets two or three, a few minutes apart- and you’ve got a couple of minutes to just be.

The sound of the alarm grates on you, but it must be on a timer because it stops ringing after a minute or so, and you relax back into Aaron. His cheek is resting against the back of your head, and you can hear his steady breaths in time with the rise and fall of his chest against you. It feels good, it feels right to wake up like this. You don’t want it to end, but you know that it has to.

When the second alarm goes off, he rouses with a little startle, like he doesn’t remember where he is. The arm around your waist tightens, just for a moment, as his body relaxes into yours. Soft as a whisper, you could swear that you feel warm lips brush the shell of your ear before he pulls his arm away and sits up.

The room is just as dark now as it was a few hours ago, and Aaron manages to fumble for his phone and quiet the alarm before he speaks. His voice is raspier than it was in the middle of the night when he checks the time and then says, “It’s almost a quarter to seven. Er, did you sleep well?”

“Very.” You yawn as you sit up, stretching both arms above your head. “I wouldn’t complain about a couple more hours, though. That whole same-bed thing works wonders.”

Aaron yawns too, turning away to grab his go-bag as he stands up. “I’m glad to hear it. You can go shower. I’ll change out here.”

“Deal.” You gather your own things when you get to your feet, disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Your mind is already on the case, pushing aside all thoughts of sleep arrangements and large arms holding you close in favour of your job. When you exit the bathroom, Aaron is already gone.

When you meet with the team in the lobby, you find out that he headed to the station right away to get ahead on the case. Everyone bundles up before walking back to the precinct; the walk is no warmer than it was last night, and fresh snow begins to fall just as you get to the doors of the precinct.

Once you find your way to the same room as yesterday, you find Hotch already there, dressed in yesterday’s fleece. He’s got a Tim Horton’s cup in one hand, and he sips it while staring, perplexed, at the geographic profile. “Good morning,” he greets everyone at once. “Reid, I was thinking. If we intersect his old hideout parameters from Minnesota and Georgia with his murders here, then…” their chatter fades into white noise as you turn your attention to the files lining the tables.

The first hour passes in a blur, the conference room lit only by harsh overhead fluorescents as you trade theories and examine new evidence provided by the local officers. The clock is just announcing the arrival of 9 AM, the sky beginning to brighten slightly, when you realize that you need coffee.

You’ve got the same setup as yesterday in that regard, too. One of the officers must have picked up a fresh traveller for you, evidenced by the steam rolling off of the coffee that Hotch is pouring for himself. “How’s it going?” He asks, stirring two creams and two sugars into his coffee.

“No big break yet, but I’m sure we’re close. We’re going to get this guy soon,” you promise, and Hotch nods at that. “I wanted to thank you again. For, you know. Helping me sleep last night.”

“It was no trouble,” he assures you, fiddling with the stir stick in his hand. “It was helpful for me, too.”

“And, hey.” You lower your voice a bit, and Hotch leans in to hear you better. “Maybe we can do it again tonight. You know, if that’s okay with you.”

He gives you a smile, that tight-lipped one you’re used to seeing around the office. “It’s alright with me. I just don’t want to… well, I’m your boss. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. It has no impact on my views of your professionalism.”

There’s that word again. You wish he could be a little less professional, for once. But he’s right, he’s your boss, and there are certain things he can’t say first. Your profiling skills tell you that he still wants to say them though. “Well, what happens in Canada can stay in Canada,” you half-jest.

“It can, if you want it to,” he murmurs. He still hasn’t taken a sip of his coffee, and he hands the cup to you while he pours a second one. “The sun will be coming up, soon.”

He’s right. Pale orange is streaking the sky through the large conference room window, tracing pink lines around the edge of the sun that’s just starting to peek up into the prairie sky. The snow is still falling, painting a picturesque image in the sky “It’s gorgeous,” you comment, taking a sip of your coffee. Without taking your eyes off the sky, you step a little closer to Hotch.

“Yes,” he agrees, holding his coffee in his right hand. His left rests on the table that your back is against, and it might be wishful thinking, but you think that he would wrap that arm around you again if there were no one else around. “It certainly is.”

----

“Longest week of my life,” Emily complains as soon as you’re airborne, a mere three days later. The unsub has been apprehended and is in federal custody of the country you’re returning home to. “But those beds were insanely comfortable. I haven’t slept that well in months.”

You and Aaron exchange a glance, a double-layered inside joke about why Emily slept so well and why exactly you both slept so well for several nights in a row. 

The last four nights have brought with them some of the best rest of your life. You’ve grown familiar with the feeling of Aaron’s arms around you in the morning, and by day three he stopped jerking them away as soon as he woke up.

That was the same day he asked you out, his gaze averted while he fiddled with a gold-coloured coin that he had received as change when he went out to buy a coffee. You had agreed, of course, and had assured him more than once that it didn’t matter that he’s your boss. You want him, and you have for ages.

On the fourth day, just this morning, he had held you a little tighter when he woke up and rumbled, “Morning, baby,” against your ear. If he hadn’t felt your heart beating around in your chest before, he had certainly felt it then.

Despite the fact that you’ve got a date planned with the man you’ve been cuddling for the better part of a week, you’re ready to tease Emily for cuddling JJ, before Spencer chimes in.

“I thought that the beds were quite comfortable, also. According to Sheriff McCartney, they’re primarily a transit town, which runs on a completely different economic structure than a transit village. The economy depends on truckers and people on road trips or similar travel to sleep in their hotels and eat at their restaurants,” he explains. “It’s fascinating, actually; transit towns pour the majority of their resources into making sure travellers making one-night stays enjoy themselves enough that they take the same route on the way home, thus giving the town more business.”

“The only business I want from that town is the name of whoever supplies those blankets,” Derek says, grinning. “That thing was so heavy, it was like getting crushed to sleep. Exactly what I needed with all that cool air blowing in.”

“Your room wasn’t too hot?” You ask, your nose scrunching up. “I think the heat was broken in mine. It was just hot air the whole time, every night. Way too hot to sleep.”

“Ours was like that on the first night,” JJ recalls, and Emily nods in agreement. “It was awful.”

“Right?” You complain, sinking further down into your seat. Hotch is sitting to your right, his face an impassive mask while he watches the exchange. “Let me guess, you guys shared a… uh…” 

Your teasing falters when the look on both JJ's and Emily’s faces tells you that, no, they did not share a bed, and you’ve just implied your solution to the heater problem. “We used the other blankets,” Emily says slowly, her eyes narrowing. “Didn’t you?”

“Oh! Oh, the other blankets. Yeah, the ones in the nightstand.” You nod along, your mortification growing in time with JJ’s smirk.

“They were in the closet,” she corrects you, obviously trying not to laugh. “I guess we know how you and Hotch stayed warm.”

You don’t need to look at your boss’- boss? Friend? Lover? You aren’t too sure right now- face to know that his cheeks are dusted rosy pink. “It wasn’t like that,” you protest to deaf ears as Derek whoops and high-fives Emily.

“About time,” he snickers at the look on your face. “So, when’s the first date?”

“It’s not-” you start to say, but Hotch speaks before you can.

“Friday.”

Your eyes widen and you turn to him. He raises one shoulder and smiles, like What was I supposed to say? “Friday,” you relent a moment later.

Derek is still grinning ear to ear like a maniac, and even Spencer cracks a smile when Aaron snakes one arm slowly around your waist. The sun is rising on one side of the jet, and the orange glow illuminates his face.

For one suspended moment, everything is perfect. You’ve got a date for this Friday, you’re more well-rested than you’ve felt in ages, and your team doesn’t seem to care that you and your boss are much closer than you were a couple of weeks ago. It’s a blissful moment to you, and it’s only broken by Emily’s gleeful not-quite-a whisper to JJ. “Penelope is going to be pissed that she missed this.”

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[jaxteller87]

Snow day

So, there we were, New York City covered in a thick blanket of snow, enough to bring the whole damn city to a standstill. Schools, work—everything shut down tight, and it looked like it would stay that way for a day or two. I was used to the powdery white stuff, but it was Jax’s first time experiencing a significant snowfall.

I couldn’t help but smile when I overheard Jax on the phone with his mom. I had just gotten out of the shower and heard him ask what the temperature was back in Charming.

“Eighty-two degrees?” he scoffed, “Try negative three, Mom. But it’s like— it’s like uh—hold on a minute,” he put his hand over the receiver of the phone. “Hey Amber!” he shouted.

“Yeah?” I casually called out from the bathroom as if I wasn’t listening in on the whole conversation.

“How cold is it with the windchill thing?”

“Negative twenty today, and it’s supposed to be even colder tonight,” I told him.

After he got off the phone, we went to the store to make sure we had enough supplies to ride out the storm. The funniest thing, though, was that Jax had a hard time wrapping his head around the way people were acting like it was the end of the world. But for me, it was just another day of winter in the frigid northeast.

“Are you kidding me?” Jax muttered under his breath.

I glanced at him nervously, knowing what was coming next. “Babe, it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey, lady,” he barked, causing her to jump and drop an armful of bread. “You do realize it’s just a little snow, right? You’re not preparing for the apocalypse! How many loaves do you need?”

The woman stared at him wide-eyed, clutching one remaining loaf to her chest like a shield. “I—I—”

“I what?” Jax bent down, picked up two of the other eight loaves she was hoarding, and handed them to her. “Save some for everyone, huh?”

“But— but the weatherman said it’s gonna be a blizzard!” she stammered.

Jax rolled his eyes dramatically. “So, take an entire shelf worth of bread for a day or two of snow? Trust me, lady,  you don’t need to buy out the entire store.”

He wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. I grabbed his hand and led us to a different aisle. Needless to say, we got what we needed, and we left before Jax went all quantity police on someone I might have known.

When we got home, the temperature was already starting to drop a little. “What the hell are you doing?” Jax barked as I cracked open the backdoor. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here, get your ass back inside.” He’d brought home a blowtorch from home, determined to melt away the ice so I wouldn’t slip and break something. We had salt for that here, but I didn’t tell him. He always had to help me; it was his thing. Besides, I didn’t have the heart to tell him he looked like an idiot down on his hands and knees, torching the frozen sidewalk. He was definitely acting like someone who never experienced snow before. So, I did the only thing that seemed right to do at that moment: I hit him in the side of the face with a snowball.

“Oh, it’s on now,” he chuckled, retaliating with a flurry of snowballs. And just like that, we were caught up in a full-blown snowball fight, laughing like a couple of damn kids. It was something we never got to do in Charming. It was one of those memories you wouldn’t think would amount to much, but yet, years later, you look back on it fondly.

After a while, I got out of my wheelchair and flopped down in the snow. In a few seconds, I had created a perfect angel. Jax sat down beside me and seemed to appreciate my artwork. “Nice,” he laughed.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” I asked.

“You,” he chuckled, “I’m laughing at—”

POP!

I hit him in the face with the handful of snow I had been clutching between my fingers since I got out of the chair. “Got ya!”

“You son of a—”

POP!

“HA!” my laugh cracked so loudly I heard it bounce off the walls of the house. “Got ya again! Sorry to say, Teller, I’m the queen of the snow around these parts, and there’s nothing—”

POP! POP!

I took two snowballs to the dome, one in my right temple and the other square in the center of my face. Before I knew it, we were wrestling in the powdery white stuff- our joined laughter echoing through the frosty air.

After our little impromptu snowball battle, we changed out of our gear and snuggled up on the living room floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. “So, I was thinking—” I started to say, but something came over me, and I suddenly felt nervous.

 “What,” Jax asked, “Tell me?”

I blushed, feeling his hands skimming down my sides, teasingly preparing to tickle me. With a raised eyebrow, he awaited my response. “Okay, okay, just don’t make too much of me— please,” I giggled at the sheer concept of being brought to laughter by his fingers.

“Pinkie promise,” Jax smiled, extending his finger as a token of his word.

 “So, this was always a fantasy of mine— having sex while it’s snowing in front of the fireplace. Even though that’s a fake one,” I admitted, looking at the small heater.

Jax pulled me closer into his arms. “Well, what do you know! That’s a fantasy of mine, too,” he laughed, squeezing me tightly. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Since when?”

“Since you proposed that we have sex right here in front of the fireplace,” he smirked.

“Space heater,” I corrected him.

“Same thing.”

“Is it, though?”

“Sure. The point is, I’m not going to let what the heater wants to identify as ruin our sexy time. Fireplace, heater, campfire, whatever— you had me at sex.”

I rolled my eyes, “Big surprise there,” I joked.

“Aw, come on, I’m just messing with you. This whole experience has been nice, really,” he whispered against my neck. I could feel his lips brushing against my skin. “Like I always tell you, I don’t care what we do or where we go as long as I’m with you.” His whispered words sent shivers down my spine, “So?”

“So what?” I asked. 

“Space heater sex?” He had his begging eyes on. It was a fantasy of mine, after all.

“Well, if you’d look under the blanket, you’d notice my pants are already off. So, waiting on you, big Papa.”

The next day, Jax and I lounged lazily at home. An unexpected call from Mary broke the tranquility but was a very welcome surprise. “Hello, my dear,” she said. “I was just calling to see if you and the badass biker wanted to have dinner with me tonight.”

“Dinner?” Jax perked up, overhearing her.

“I was thinking tacos?” Mary continued.

“We’re in,” Jax whispered to me with a series of nods before sitting back on the couch.

“We’d love to; the roads are clear now,” I responded.

“Perfect! See you around 5,” Mary said.

“We’ll be there!” I hung up the phone, and the two of us got ready.

Later, as we found ourselves in her living room, my loving boyfriend engaged in conversation with Mary. “Hey, that’s a new painting,” I remarked, admiring the delicate strokes of purple and black butterflies surrounding the vibrantly colored flowerbeds.

“Yeah, I saw it the other week; thought it was cute, so I bought it,” Mary explained.

 “So, Teller, how are you liking your first real snow?” Mary crossed her legs and sat back on her chair.

“It’s been an experience, I guess I can say that at least,” he responded. There was nothing I loved more than watching my two besties bonding.

Later, back at home, as we snuggled on the sofa, Teller disappeared momentarily, only to return with a small gift. “Here,” he smiled, handing me a metal rose. “I’ll love you until it weathers away,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, baby,” I smiled. 

“I wanted it to be your single rose for Valentine’s Day, but it wasn’t done in time.”

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I love it, and I love you!”  I was brimming with joy from ear to ear. I reached up, and when he bent down to me, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him like it was our last hug ever. I sat the metal rose next to the real one he had given me a few days ago.

“The cool thing about that one is you don’t need to water it,” he joked. He always had a way of making me laugh.

[indignantlemur]

Hiya.

We all know andorian = cold, any thought on actual values in degrees? Especially interested in room temperature as compared to earth, and Dagmar’s temperature control of her home compared to ever else, architecturally speaking. Thanks!

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

So, for baseline information we know that Andoria is a very cold Class M moon orbiting a ringed gas giant (Andor) some distance away from the system's star. I believe it's the fifth planet from the star that serves as the system's sun, which is generally listed as Procyon VIII. Its surface is mostly - but not entirely - frozen and it has extensive polar caps when compared to Earth. Roughly 80% of the surface is covered in water, primarily saltwater, and the remaining 20% is divided into two continents.

Let's start outside and work inwards for this one.

The Surface: We're not really given a consistent temperature for Andoria's surface, or the temperatures of their subterranean cities, so the following is all loosely researched headcanons.

Depending on location and season, I generally have the surface temperature hovering at an average temperature of about -30°C to -45°C in winter with low humidity, rising to a balmy -20°C to -1°C in spring with very high humidity. Summer temperatures hover between -10°C and -1°C but with only slightly elevated humidity values. Autumn sees a sharp drop back into the negatives with an average surface temperature of -15°C to -30°C and lower humidity values.

For context, saltwater freezes at -1.8°C. Spring is a dangerous time in Andoria due to the slight thawing of sea ice, which makes the surface around coastal cities like Laibok and Laikan more perilous than that of more stable inland settlements.

The temperatures in different areas vary, depending on where exactly one is located. The coastal cities tend to be on the cooler side of things in summer and very slightly warmer in winter, but the trade off is that they are significantly more humid. Inland cities get more of the temperature extremes with lower humidity. The further towards the poles one gets, the more extreme the temperature gets.

Spring is a time of dangerous thaws and instability, and while the temperatures don't look like much the fact that so much saltwater can begin to melt - especially in proximity to the underground cities with their geothermal heating - can be very, very dangerous indeed. Most 'coastal' cities are not actually on the coast to avoid flooding and various predators, but they are close enough that the stability of the ice can be compromised nonetheless. Summer is a little worse for melts and floes, but the surface is also prone to violent wind storms and sudden snow-dumps. The ambient temperature mid-summer might be -1°C, but the windchill is still going to make everything feel like it's below -10°C. The temperature never rises above zero regardless of the season.

When Dagmar was up on the surface, that part of Andoria above the city of Laibok was only just starting to enter it's spring season, so the surface temperature was still extremely low but with a rising humidity that serves as a prelude to warmer temperatures. It would have been around -35°C, though Dagmar incorrectly identifies the temperature as -45°C since that's the average temperature for that time of year. Forgive her for not paying attention to surface temperature reports - she wasn't exactly expecting to be up there to experience any of it, and once it gets past a certain threshold for cold, it's very hard for most people to tell what the temperature actually is beyond oh god-oh fuck-I'm gonna die.

The City: Laibok, the city Dagmar inhabits, is deep underground and thoroughly encased in a thick shell of ice. The ice acts as a very effective form of insulation, keeping the ambient temperatures within Laibok at a comparatively mild range of -15°C to -10°C all year round. Extensive ventilation carved throughout the ice prevents any build up of excess heat which might compromise the ice, and modern advancements in that area have done wonders for ensuring that there is steady airflow throughout the very lowest levels of Laibok without compromising the integrity of the ice surrounding the city.

All Andorian cities, even the rare few surface settlements, use geothermal heating wherever they can, and using hot water/steam for heating is common. Deep below the ice they have access to a number of hot springs as well (with temperatures ranging from this-will-melt-the-flesh-from-your-bones to more gentle hot-tub levels), which they utilise fully as not only communal gathering areas but as tiny farms, since the earth below the ice there is actually thawed enough to work. Since there is an excess of hot water to work with, residential building and larger public buildings will often have heated floors, but it's not universal as some of the oldest buildings are considered heritage sites and cannot have such things installed without damaging the site.

That said, the average room temperature underground tends to be almost exactly 1°C, with heating, as a matter of general preference. Andorians don't mind heat, but they also don't mind the cold either unless it's extreme. Their physiology makes them much less affected by external temperature shifts than a Human would be in the same situation. Without heating, the ambient room temperature hovers around -5°C, varying slightly depending on whether or not there are a lot of bodies generating heat in the room - though Andorians don't produce as much heat as Humans, having a lower core temperature, they do still contribute heat to their environment. All Andorian buildings regardless of heating situation are heavily insulated not just to retain heat inside their structures but to prevent heat from affecting the surrounding environs.

Laibok does not represent inherently dire conditions for Dagmar as a Human, but she could still develop and succumb to hypothermia quite easily in those temperatures nonetheless. Hence why all of her gear is embedded with thermal regulators. Humans can still die of hypothermia even at 0°C, after all - it just takes a few hours, usually.

The Apartment: Dagmar's apartment is a heavily retrofitted 'work-sleep' apartment, the sort often used by Andorians who need to be close to hand for their jobs but don't actually reside in an area full-time. Because of her physiological needs, it was necessary for the original apartment to have extensive modifications made to its heating systems, and additional layers of insulation throughout the apartment were necessary to prevent the increased temperature from affecting surrounding apartments and environs. This is partly why Thelen comments that her apartment feels small - it is. Square footage was definitely lost in the retrofits, but the end result is a small fortress of carefully insulated heat that Dagmar can safely live in without thermal regulators.

The ambient temperature inside the apartment hovers at about 10°C, mostly to avoid a dramatic a case of temperature shock every time Dagmar steps out the door but also because Dagmar generally sleeps better and feels more comfortable at lower temperatures. She prefers to layer up on sweaters and blankets over cranking the heat up, generally speaking, so the lower temperature also helps visiting Andorians feel more comfortable.

I think I managed to answer everything, but if I missed anything please let me know!

[starsofthestorm]

This is so awful.

We aren't leaving the negatives today, the windchill has reached -30, and I can hear dogs crying outside who have been stuck out there.

We have many frostbite warnings being sent out, many warnings saying "do not leave your house." And we have to keep checking pipes outside so they don't freeze over.

And people are leaving their short haired dogs outside snow that's well over a foot high in some places.

[adminbryantsaki]

Mermay 2023.

 Alpha! Merman! Hizashi Yamada x  Beta! Reader.

(I do not own Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic. He belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: ABO, Smut, oviposition. WC: 3,043

You were sitting on the back porch of your beachside cabin, enjoying the cool air of night, a warm drink and blanket you put over your lap to tide off the windchill that would come, and the stars that were scattered across the blanket of the sky, keeping you transfixed on the vast amount of them, with the lull of the waves lapping against the sandy shore. A louder splash broke your trance on the stars above and your eyes went to the shore, You looked over at one of the giant boulders that marked where the tide would normally go out to when there was a negative tide. You caught a glimpse of a shimmering fin and figured it was just your mind playing tricks on you and you decided to go back into your house to finally tackle your insomnia and going to sleep. As you stood up and gathered your blanket and mug, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you, something hidden and mysterious was watching you from where the boulder was but you couldn’t see anything in the black of night. You shrugged it off and went inside, telling yourself that you’d investigate the situation more in the morning, after you had gotten some sleep. Little did you know, there was a pair of piercing green eyes watching you from behind the boulder. With another loud splash, whatever the creature was, had now gone and back down to the depths of the deep.

You woke up the next morning and prepared some breakfast for yourself while checking the tide charts for your area and looked out the sliding door to see the waves still rolling and crashing against the shore. After you had your favorite beverage to help you start your day and got changed, you walked out the sliding door and locked it before turning to begin your adventure on the beach. You began strolling towards the boulder that was now beached since the tide had gone out and you began walking closer to it, wondering if there had been any sign of something had been lurking nearby the night before. You walked a couple times around the boulder before noticing something sparkling in a crevasse of the boulder and you pulled it out to see that it was a scale, looking like a shell now that had Mother of pearl in it and you placed it in your satchel that you always carried with you when you went walking on the beach to collect intricate shells or rocks that had washed up with the waves.  You kept walking and found more weird looking scales all of them having the same mother of pearl sheen on them. Once you had packed your satchel full of them, you went back to your house and dumped them out on your table and laid them out in a tail pattern looking like a fish. You were excited about this but you were also tired from walking on the sand for so long so you decided to rinse off and change clothes before crashing in your bed and taking a nap.

When you woke up, there was a mysterious, shirtless man wearing trousers at your back sliding door looking into the house. You were startled and you felt the same way that you did the night before, the same strange feeling that something was watching you. Seeing that the man wasn’t a threat, you approached the door and looked up at the man who pointed at the door handle as if he was asking you if you could open it. You unlocked the door and opened it. That’s when the man saw the scales on your table and lunged at them. You jumped out of the way and looked at the  man who was now glaring at you and hissing as he had piled all the scales together and was holding them to his chest as if his life depended on it. “Whoa! Hey. What’s going on?” You asked. “Mine.” He hissed and curled his body more protectively around his scales. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know they were yours. I just thought they looked pretty so I collected them and brough them home. You can have them back. I really didn’t know they were yours… What do you need them for?” You asked as you were curious. You then took the opportunity too take a better look at the being that had dashed into your house and began hissing at you rather rudely. He had long blonde hair and vibrant green eyes that seemed to captivated you. He looked you up and down and scooped up the shells into his arms and darted out your sliding door and out onto the beach before you noticed that he was gone along with the scales. You looked out the sliding door and saw that he was booking it back to the boulder and the ocean. You then scrambled out of your house and chased after him. “Wait! I just want to talk with you. I didn’t mean to take your shells! Don’t run away please! I’m not going to hurt you.” You called out after the man. He paused as he was standing in the waves that were beginning to wash up on the boulder as the tide was turning to the high tide. He clutched the shells closer as you approached him. “What do you want?” He asked slowly. “I only want to get to know you. I really and truly didn’t know that those shells you’re holding were yours. They were scattered across the beach and glinted in the sunlight. I collected them because I thought they were pretty.” You spoke. The man looked at you with an unsure look and frowned. “What were you going to do with them?” He asked and pressed against the boulder. “I was going to make a wall hanging out of them and sell it. It’s what I do with the stuff I find on the beach so I can make some pocket money.” You told him. The man hissed and glared at you. You backed off from him so he couldn’t attack you. But he was also too fixated on making sure the weird looking shells he owned not drop from his arms. “What are those shells to you? They seem important.” “They are my scales. I shed them every night when I come to land and try to find a mate. I haven’t had any luck yet and I have to return to the ocean every day until I can find a mate and live with them either on land or in the sea, it depends of where that person is from.” He spoke and got a little anxious and stepped further into the waves. “Okay. Can you tell me your name before you go? If you want I’ll stay up for you and wait for you to come out tonight.” You spoke. “My name is Hizashi. I’d like to have someone wait for me. No one on land has done that for me before. Thank you. I’ll see you tonight.” He spoke before looking at you one last time and walking back into the waves and dove down with the scales still in his arms. You watched until he was gone and the flick of his tail fin had slipped beneath the waves.

You walked back to your house and went about your day, setting some clothes and a bag for his scales to be gathered in so they didn’t get scattered all over the beach again on your back porch for him to wear before going about your day, waiting until evening after the sun had gone down and the stars came out again. You had made a simple version of your favorite pasta dish to share with Hizashi when he came back that night. You were plating the dish when you heard a light tapping noise at your back window to see Hizashi wearing the clothes you had left for him and he was smiling softly when he saw you notice him. You opened the back door for him to be let inside your house and he looked around the place.

“This place is nice. I guess I didn’t take much of it in earlier. I’m sorry for my actions earlier as well. I was worried about my scales.” He told you and took a sniff of the air. “What’s that smell? Did you cook something?” He asked and looked over to the dish you had made for the two of you.

“I made my favorite pasta dish for the two of us. It’s simple and I thought you might want to try some human food.” You told him and he smiled, sitting down at the counter, pulling one of the plates towards him, and watched you sit down before eating. You watched him use a fork to eat the food before you took a few bites of your own food. “This is good. I haven’t had much human food except when I can try to find small scraps from restaurant’s leftovers.” He told you as he ate. “Then come here and eat when you’re hungry. I like to cook so I’ll make things for you.” You told him. He nodded and finished his food before he stood up and went to your back door again. “Where are you going?” You asked. “I have a campsite that I stay at along the dunes. I’m going there as the evening meal is over and usually humans enjoy activities to relax before going to sleep. Isn’t that what normally goes on here?” He asked as he looked back at you from where he was standing at your sliding door. “Some people do that, yes. But I wouldn’t mind your company. I’d like to learn about your world. Also, I enjoy staying up late at night. Its when my mind works more and I’m not as tired.” You told him and smiled. He entered back into your home and sat down on the floor. “What happens now?” He asked you as you cleared the plates from the table and cleaned them. “Well, we can watch a movie, I might read a book or play a videogame. What do you want to do?” You asked him. He looked intrigued when you said videogame. “What’s a videogame?” He asked and tilted his head.

“A videogame is a game played on a console or computer. The images show up on a screen like my TV.” You told him and pointed to your entertainment system.  He went over to the system and checked it out. He found your Xbox and pulled out a couple of your games and the controllers. He showed one of the controllers to you as he didn’t know how to use it. you walked over to him and showed him how to work the joysticks and the buttons. You plugged in and easy game for him to learn how to play with and sat back on your couch to watch the Merperson learn about videogames. You let him play for a couple of hours before you were growing tired. He looked back to see you doze a little bit and he smiled softly. “I’ll get going now. Unless you wanted me to stay the night.” He spoke. You snapped your eyes up to meet his. “I’d be okay with you staying the night. It’s colder out tonight and I wouldn’t be happy if you got sick. Let me go set up the guest bedroom for you.” You spoke and rose from the couch only for him to stop you by his hand on your arm. “Don’t put too much effort into this. I’ll be just fine sleeping on your couch. I’d have to leave early in the morning anyways… I need to be back in the ocean before the sun is up.” He spoke. You nodded and looked down as you were sad that he wouldn’t be there for you to see in the morning. “Alright. I’ll at least get you a pillow and a blanket.” You spoke and retrieved said things from the guest bedroom and handed them to him. “Thank you, Y/n. I hope to see you again tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.” He spoke as he took your hand and kissed the back of it before you went to your bed for the evening. “Yes, you can come see me tomorrow evening. We can have dinner again and  maybe watch a movie?” You suggested. He smiled and nodded. “I think you human call it ‘ dinner and a movie’. Correct? Does that mean we’re having a date?” He asked. “Um… Only if you want it do be. I wouldn’t mind.” You told him. “Me being a merman doesn’t worry you?” He asked. “Not at all. You did say you came to land to look for a mate, yes?” You asked. “I did. A date tomorrow evening. I’ll see you then. Have a good night, Y/n.” He told you and went to the couch and spread out the blanket and the pillow on the couch and laid in it before you went to your own room with a squeal of delight. The next morning you woke up to find food under a plate on the stove for you and your Merman absent from your house with the distant crashing of the waves only a few feet from your home. You sighed as you wanted to have a nice morning with him, but that would have to wait. You had your breakfast and morning beverage before going to work, now having a source of inspiration for your next story. A few hours later is when you noticed the time and began to get ready for the dinner date with Hizashi. You looked outside as the sun reflected off the waves, creating a fiery effect which transfixed you.

You didn’t notice Hizashi enter your house since your vision was fixated on the waves and the sunset. He walked over and kissed your cheek gently which shook you out of your trance. “Oh, hello.” You spoke and looked at him. “Hi. What were you staring at? It seemed to have you entranced.” He spoke as he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. “The sunset looked pretty on the waves tonight.” You told him and walked to the table where you had cooked another simple dish but it was tacos this time. You sat down across from him and ate again, staying silent as the two of you ate. You were still processing the fact that he kissed you and gently touched your cheek where he kissed you as you ate your food. “What’s going on?” He asked you. “That kiss you gave me. Why?” You asked. “I wanted to get your attention. You seemed distant.” He told you and ate the rest of his food. “Was there a movie you picked out for tonight?” He asked. “No. I completely spaced it. I’m sorry.” You told him and finished your food to gather up the plates and clean them. Hizashi stood up and walked over to you. “You should rest. I’ll clean them tonight. I watched you last time.” He spoke and took the sponge from you. You went to the couch and began scrolling through your streaming services to pick out a movie. Hizashi joined you and looked at the movie options with you. Once the two of you settled on a movie that was your favorite, you played it on your TV. Part way through the movie, Hizashi put his arm around your shoulders. You felt your face heat up but you leaned into him, taking in his scent of saltwater and seaweed. He smiled and looked at you. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back tomorrow night.” He told you. You looked up with concern.

“Why not?” You asked. “I need to find a mate or the elders of my village will pick one for me… tonight was the last night for me to pick one.” He said sadly. “Why didn’t you say so beforehand? I’d love to be your mate!” You told him excitedly. “That sounds wonderful. I’ll help you through what we need to do after the movie.” He told you and watched the rest of the movie with you. One the credits rolled, you looked to him. “What do I need to do?” You asked. “I need to share a bed with you for one night and give you a mark on your neck.” He told you. “Lets do it.” You told him. He stood up and let you lead him to your bedroom where you let him inside and he close the door behind him. He led you to the bed and kissing you deeply. He helped you out of your clothes and proceeded to insert his cock into you and filling you up with eggs and his seed. Once the deed was done, he pulled out and passed out soon after. You woke up the next morning, surprised to see the space in your bed next to you still occupied by your now mate. He opened his eyes and held your hand. “Good morning.” He told you and kissed your head. “You stayed… I thought you would be going back to the ocean?” You told him as you moved closer to cuddle him. He wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t have to go back to the ocean unless I need to. I’d prefer to soak in salt water so my legs don’t dry out and I get sick, so I’m stuck here with you.” He told you. You couldn’t be happier. You laid in bed with him and got to know more about him for the rest of the morning.

The two of you lived happily ever after. The end?

[tblsomedoodles]

Lol i imagine the bipolar weather going on right now certainly isn't thelp8ng the boys

Oh for sure! The weather's been weird over were i live too. Two weeks ago, places were closing early b/c it was sub-zero temperatures with windchill in the negative twenties. Yesterday it was too warm for anything more than a hoodie. And now the temperature's dropping again. I can't imagine how exhausting that would be on the turtles, who would be even more suseptible to those types of shifts.

Thank you!

[majianguo]

All bundled up, ready for negative twenty windchills. I'm glad that we had transited in Taiwan, if not, I don't think I would have been able to buy this coat. Photo taken inside our room at the Congress Plaza Hotel as we were ready to head outside on a brutally cold Monday.

[misslucy21]

GodDAMNIT. The high temperature on Monday is 7F. I have a doctor's appointment that I have not only rescheduled but have also switched to a new doctor on Monday afternoon. It's incredibly unsafe for me to be outside in single digit temperatures- that's not counting the windchill, which is likely to be in the negatives. Extreme cold is a major asthma trigger for me. Like, i poked my head outside to get a package off the porch and I've been coughing for an hour, major asthma trigger. So I am going to have to reschedule the appointment AND most likely take off work for it, which would be fine, except for the fact that I have already taken off/will be taking off for 1) my gyn appointment on the 2nd, 2) my dermatologist appointment on Thursday, 3) follow up appointment with sports med for my shoulder next Wednesday (which may also have to get rescheduled- it looks iffy at the moment, but potentially doable), and my mammogram on the 27th.

Like, my boss is like, sure, no big deal, but I prefer to be less conspicuous with the medical issues, you know?

[illusive-delusions]

literally the one good thing about living in texas was supposed to be the implicit contract with god not to let the temperature drop below 28 degrees Fahrenheit.

[brucespringsteen]

the way i had to fight for my life this week in windchill of negative 20 degrees to go make lattes because if i didn't every patagonia jacket apple pay suv driver no tip would have killed themselves and it would have been all my fault

[usermoreid]

Yeah so naturally my body runs warm (I think that's how you say it?). Like I don't get cold unless there's extra windchill or something. I've been fine in short sleeves and shorts in two digit weather (F).

And reversely my body does notttt handle heat well lol. so idk if that has something to do with it. Also the longer days are hard on me, that much sunlight just makes me want to sleep and be numb :/

that makes sense!! from what i've read, increased heat tends to have more negative effects, like making people more irritable. sunlight tends to have a more positive effect but also due to dehydration and your body working overtime, it makes you super tired.

and the naturally running warm thing probably does have something to do with it, im sure it must be borderline overwhelming to overheat so much

it sounds like summer must really suck for you, i hope this one hasn't been too bad

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

i heard you're in texas and i just saw the weather alert trending on twitter. i hope you stay safe and warm! i know to some people it doesn't sound that cold (i live in a place where it drops down to -30C in the winters), but you guys are probably not used to that. wishing you a warm valentine's!!

thank you for your concern! it actually hasn’t gotten this cold in texas in 120 years, so we’re definitely not used to it lmao. 

our winters are usually mild enough that we can get away with not turning the heater on, but we finally had to capitulate (despite being a bit worried since we haven’t had it inspected in a long time) because we found out that if the inside temp drops too low the pipes could burst. so the heater is up and running, though we’re keeping it pretty low for the moment since neither of us like hot air blowing on us.

my mom has been wearing like three sets of sweats, while i’m staying buried under my wool blanket. i don’t get very cold except for my hands and feet, so i’ve got two pairs of wool socks and my fingerless gloves on and i’m alright. a couple of the kitties seem actually energized by the weather, while the other two are mostly burrowing under blankets.

however, so far it’s only gotten down to around freezing (32F), and tomorrow we’re going to hit single digits with a windchill of negative zero (so i guess around -40C?), which is weather neither of us have ever experienced before. hopefully with the heater on we’ll be fine, but it’s gonna be an adventure lol. 

we’re a bit worried about our beloved lemon tree dying (it’s insulated as best we can, but only supposed to be hardy to 20F), but of course more worried about our large homeless population and the street animals. not to mention all the fires that will happen from space heaters, and the traffic accidents because none of us know how to drive on icy roads. it’s going to be really rough for the whole state.

i’ll let you guys know if it snows (last time we saw snow was 4 years ago), and if i’m still here on thursday 😄