#sodium-bitch

[muppet-facts]

trick or treat!

Treat! 2019 Sesame Street pride illustration!

[oodlyenough]

make a part three to Room Service please!

Hahaha ty for your interest! Right now I'm working on and about... 2/3rds done an AA1-era one shot, but maybe once that's done. I'd like to write a part 3! I have some vague ideas but nothing concrete yet. I also want to smush them together :P

[catbreon-draws]

make your rats do another post i need to hear from them

I’m sorry to say that my mice (not rats) have all been dead for years now. They have very short lifespans. :(

However, you can contact them any time you like with a ouija board- if you’re getting nothing but gibberish, rest assured, it’s them! <3

[meyhew]

wheres my strawberry

right here 🍓🫡 duh

[dumbhero]

"lithium ion battery fires are rare, so the possibility shouldn't discourage you from buying them" i'd say "i'll kill you" if i wasn't totally sure your ballooned lithium ion battery wouldn't do it first. i cannot even begin to stress how horrible lithium fires are. they are incredibly, incredibly difficult to put out, nigh fucking impossible with the resources of most fire stations. putting lithium ion next to sodium ion is just laughable in every respect. sodium ion batteries aren't even fucking flammable. "but they have slightly less storage capacity!" THEY DON'T CATCH FIRE. THEY'RE UNBELIEVABLY CHEAP AND EASY TO PRODUCE. THEY RUN WELL IN A GREATER RANGE OF TEMPERATURES, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY--WILL NOT START AN IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT OUT FIRE IN ANY OF THOSE TEMPERATURES. HOW IS IT EVEN A CONTEST!!!

[reanimatestar]

new guy* just dropped <3

[image description: two pencil drawings of the artist's original character, ernest. they are an aasimar with wavy shoulder length hair. they are wearing a collared shirt and a coat, as well as broken glasses. they also have a halo behind them. the first drawing shows them with a smug expression on their face and a finger to their temple. the second shows them facing forward with a neutral expression and saying, "One (1) ticket for Oppenheimer (2023)." /end description]

[unhingedkinfessions]

Yo, Mod Pikmin, it's the Minecraft anon again! The server for the addon unfortunately went bye bye, but the modpack can be found in the description of this vid!

https://youtu.be/PTxWdDYGG8Y?si=q67Xqi6r8kpSWdkw

Also sidenote, if optifine's being a bitch and a half, (as it tends to) try Entity Model/texture features + animatica + cit resewn for any model replacement texture packs, and iris if you just want cool shaders.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

This mf (my friend) had the fucking audacity to say personification and anthropomorphization of scientific concepts is weird when just a few months ago that bish wrote a fucking Sodium x Chlorine gay fanfic instantly on my demand 💀💀.

[riverofrainbows]

(please be advised that i am ranting about weird diet myths around sugar and fruit, and also addressing annoying and wrong comments i read recently with a hypothetical "you". I am not talking to you, the reader)

I decided to be mature today and look after my stress level and Not start what is sure to be internet beef by telling people in a comment section that sugar molecules are not magically different when they come out of an orange. I even get worse blood sugar spikes from grapes than from chocolate because that also has fat which slows down metabolisation so blood sugar rises more slowly. "But fruit also has vitamins and fibres wah wah wah" still doesn't mean fruit has chemically different sugar molecules than refined sugar (made from plants btw!!) and also not the fucking point. There is slightly different sugars which have different prevalence but funnily enough fruit has quite a lot of the sugar monomer that has a higher glycemic index, and at the end absolutely every carbohydrate except indigestible ones (mostly cellulose, which we know as fibre!) becomes glucose and gets turned into ATP which fuels your body. "But the fibre in fruit" thats why we eat meals with hopefully all types of nutrients in (including fibre) and then that fucking oreo also has some fibre to accompany it. Besides the fact that it already has less of a blood sugar spike than fruit because of the fat content. "But the vitamins!!!!!!!" I promise you will not die of scurvy if you don't eat 300% the recommended intake of vitamin c every day, you will be fine. Go worry about some vitamins that arent in fruit, or vitamin d. And read a fucking wikipedia article on different sugar molecules and where they are found while you're at it please i am begging. "The evil fructose in fructose syrup is different than good fructose in fruit" please employ one braincell and read that again omg.

(disclaimer fruit is not bad, i do like vitamins too, and if you don't have blood sugar issues the glycemic index of it (how much it spikes the blood sugar) is nothing you need to be concerned about. also reminder that vegetables also contain vitamins and fibre and shit, because sometimes this fact gets lost in the heated discussions around fruits)

[thevalleyisjolly]

I got 99 problems and a bitch is one, actually.  Please ma’am, I’m an hourly worker, I do not get paid enough to put up with this shit.

[wardoftheshire]

My cholesterol numbers were so good it shocked the doctors and I'm gonna ride that high as long as I fuckin' can.

[caniisfeliidae]

Why is all dental care mint btw

[the-noot]

Sometimes when I study, I

Write fanfiction with the elements on the periodic table

[thatskindasapphic]

I feel like we as a society don't talk about feta cheese enough. Where's the love for feta?

[talktonytome]

hi! what about: "rest my head in your lap, feeling fully restored" from your prompts if you're feeling it <3 ty!

12. Rest my head in your lap, feeling fully restored

<3 <3 <3

“What can I bring you?” Buck asks, voice doing nothing to hide his concern. Tommy had called to let him know him he had a bad migraine and wouldn’t be great company, telling him he could come over the next day, instead. Of course Buck being who he is, insisted on coming over to help- he couldn’t just do nothing. 

He hears Tommy sigh over the phone and smiles at how easily he yields to him, not in a controlling asshole kind of way, but it makes him happy, to know Tommy trusts him, in more ways than one. 

“It’s gonna sound weird,” Tommy says, “but an order of salty fries and a cold bottle of coke would actually help a lot. I would have gone out myself, but just the thought of sunlight hitting my eyes- ” 

“Hey, don’t sweat it, one order of fries and a coke coming right up,” he promises. He actually doesn’t find Tommy’s migraine coping method that weird, he’d seen friends try any number of things, in their desperation- the sodium, caffeine, and sugar make sense. “Try to get some rest. Unfortunately, we can’t all fly helicopters and crosstown traffic’s a bitch, but I’ll see you in about an hour, okay?”

Tommy chuckles, then groans in pain on the other end and even though a migraine is, objectively, not a big deal compared to their job incidents, it still pains Buck to know he’s suffering at all. “Sounds good,” he mumbles. “Thank you, love you.”

“Love you, too.”

As promised, an hour later, Buck’s letting himself in Tommy’s house and he tries to be quiet, in case he did manage to fall asleep. He rubs his thumb down the little LAFD helicopter keychain Tommy had given him, along with a key just a few weeks back. It still gives him butterflies to think about. 

“Evan, s’that you?” 

The living room is cool and dark, but Buck makes out the lump laying face-down on the floor that is his boyfriend. He chuckles, “yeah baby, I got the good stuff.” He holds out the bag of fries and coke bottle, which is silly, now that he thinks about it, since Tommy can’t see from his place in the floor. 

He toes off his shoes by the door and shuffles over to Tommy as gently as he can so as to not rattle the boards. He sets the goods on the coffee table and settles on the floor next to him. “Do you think you can sit up long enough to eat?” He rubs his neck soothingly. 

Tommy grunts, reluctant to move, but shoots out a hand to squeeze Buck’s ankle in thanks. “Yeah,” he sighs, “just give me a minute.” 

“Of course.” Buck continues rubbing circles up and down his neck and back, until some of the tension bleeds from Tommy’s body. Slowly he pushes off from the floor and Buck gets his arms around him to help him sit up and against the couch. 

“Hi,” he smiles. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Buck tells him truthfully. “Now, how about these fries?”

“Yes, please.” 

Buck grabs the box of fries from the bag and hands them to Tommy, who immediately grabs a handful and stuffs them in his mouth. Buck laughs, grateful every time he gets to see a new side of Tommy, especially when it comes to the little things. 

“What?” Tommy asks around a cheek-full of fries. “Nothing, I just love you.” He opens the bottle of coke next and passes it to Tommy. “Wash down those fries before you choke,” he instructs, in what the 118 would describe as his “clipboard Buck” tone. Whatever. 

“Sir, yes sir,” Tommy mock salutes with two fingers and takes a long swig of coke. “Ah, that’s the stuff,” he sighs happily, which is a good sign, so Buck will take it. They pass the time it takes Tommy to finish the rest in comfortable silence. Then, Buck gets up to clear the trash and rummages in the kitchen for a heating pack and an ice back. 

He brings both with him and sits back down on the floor, and moves Tommy to lie down, until he’s perpendicular to where Buck is sitting, then tenderly lifts his head onto his lap, pressing the heating pad on his neck and the cold pack on his forehead. 

“Ohh, that feels nice,” Tommy moans in relief. “How’d you know?”

“I might have done some research while I was waiting in the drive-thru line,” Buck admits. 

“You’re the best, Evan” his eyes are closed, but a smile dances across that handsome jaw. “An angel, truly.” 

“Anytime,” Buck whispers. They sit in silence, as he gently massages Tommy’s head, occasionally dipping down to rub his temples. 

“Feeling any better?” He checks in after some time.

“Mhm, much,” Tommy affirms, finally opening his eyes, and reaches up to cup the side of Buck’s face. “More or less restored, all thanks to you. Any chance I can request Dr. Buckley for all my future medical needs?” 

Buck smiles and turns to kiss his palm, “I think that can be arranged.”