#too hot for warm weather

[motleyfam]

Do you ever put together an outfit and think “this looks cool as hell. Unfortunately I can’t think of a single situation for which it would ever be appropriate to wear in the real world”?

[fouryearsofshades]

I wanted to make this post since a couple of months ago. As proper summer is coming, Song and Tang style might make a come back in another couple of months.

[oaksapling]

had fun playing virtual barbie with rory yesterday

[pink-lemonadefairy]

🌻 ₊˚⊹ ࿔ 🌳

[mistninja]

Fuck going to uni

[boyfrillish]

howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

[garoujo]

ITS SO HOT!!! help me :< me & my friend are going to sit in the park & get takeout <3

[umbracirrus]

Who the hell decided that 24⁰C was 'nice and warm' - it's fucking sweltering, I'm drinking so much yet I'm still dehydrated, my skin keeps breaking out, and it's just completely unpleasant.

[marcvscicero]

I JUST HATE THE EMPTY ENDLESS GREY SKY . AT LEAST RAIN . AT LEAST STORM . AT LEAST DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN JUST BE ENDLESSLY MISERABLY GREY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like the woman from the yellow wallpaper story who goes insane staring at her yellow wallpaper all day long !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm gonna start seeing eyes in the clouds . i'm gonna start seeing aliens in the grey

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

It's been a busy, busy week. Work is picking up. It not really a complaint, even if I do like things more relaxed. The only real thing I don't like is my parents' voice in my head "you need money though!" whenever I want to vent about being too busy.( ಠ ಠ )

The joys of being old - I get to get a brace for my knee.ヾ(*´ー`)ノ

When you have a child going through transition, and they aren't out to everyone, and don't plan to be, sometimes it's difficult to keep track of which pronouns to use where. I'm trying my best to keep it all together.（’-’*)

I just got over some kind of sinus thing, and now it feel like my body might want to be sick again. I hate March.( •̀ω•́ )σ

Less than a Month until I'm five and a half decades old.(๑•́ ω •̀๑)

We spring forward tonight in the USA. It effs me up more than falling back. (.﹒︣︿﹒︣.)

[queenerdloser]

once again asserting that the simple air conditioner remains humanity's best invention and i am including literally all technology when i say that

[bitegore]

is there like a curse you get put under when you decide that you like cold weather better than hot weather to never ever shut the fuck up when someone expresses a different opinion on the subject, or is that just a choice you are all making

[cxpperhead]

Does Copperhead ever soak in warm water to help with his shedding?

Often, especially when things are a little dry! Scars are a sticking point as things go as well as joints, fingers and limbs - Copperhead lacks the long, seemless of an actual snake so there are more issues that arise when it comes to the shedding process? A warm soak certainly helps in loosening more stubborn patches and also, a warm soak just feels good. He'll spend hours in the bathtub during shed as it helps speed up the process and reduces the overall discomfort (and downtime) as his body prepares for a fresh look.

[chevvy-yates]

I'm only on a camping trip but this looks a bit like I'm visiting a festival.

[neganium]

Something that I hadn't really registered at first but apparently used to give me a little extra joy in this activity, is whenever I opened the window, usually Lilith would get very excited and want to sit in front of it. Of course she lost a lot of that sort of enthusiasm towards the end; plus it was often too warm at that time of year to open them, anyways... Idk. It's weird. I like having the window open, anyways, bc I don't often get to go outside- it's either too hot or too cool and I don't have very many outfits that are suitable, plus there's not usually any reason to. Even when I leave the house I'm not spending much of that time outdoors. So I genuinely enjoy open windows on nice days. But something was lost when somebody who seemed to love it even more than I did, was no longer around to enjoy it with me.

[not-your-pussikat]

30°C / 86°F today

Fuck this shit, man. My DNA is 86% Germanic, 11% Swedish/Danish, and 3% Norwegian, which basically makes me a barbarian or Viking who is not supposed to live in a hot climate. I want my money back.