Snow

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[deadeyesopened]

ive gotten so much mileage out of this tweet. every time i see something on the internet that makes me mad i just think to myself "people in real life: hey man how's it going" and i keep it pushing

[schmergo]

@bonos-grindcore-sideproject This is so good

[stupidusernamepolicy]

[mikkeneko]

[kalichnikov]

YOU’RE TOO LATE SPIDERMAN! YOU’LL NEVER GET YOUR TURKEY DEFROSTED IN TIME! THANKSGIVING IS DONE FOR! NYEHEHEHEHE

[azrealini]

Not so fast! Submerge the bird in cold tap water and replace that water every 30 minutes until thawed if you want to salvage your holiday feast

[mousegirlheart]

Well I’ll be damned, Spiderman did it. He saved Thanksgiving.

Good work, Spiderman. I’m proud of you. Unlike my own cringefail son.

[taylortut]

Me sitting in unblinking silence inventing 6 new ways to Hurt The Character in my mind

[caseykeshui]

Drawing a real fortnite experience I had . . . Love that couch- never thought I’d see, draw, or tag these guys together

Sakura and Finn were an enemy team too. Amazing—

[pigeonpine]

nobody wants hotels ea give us bands stop playing 😫

[arlin-potato2]

Much needed rest

[luculentlamb]

first kiss

it wasn't supposed to be like this.

but i should have known. it was always going to be like this whether i liked it or not. after all, how was i expecting to keep this from my big brother?

i mean you have to be a wizard, or a mind reader, or something. you're tuned into the smallest changes in my demeanor but to you it's obvious, written across my forehead. the gleam of innocence gone from my smile. the devilish look in my eyes as i started to unravel a power i didn't know existed. something changed and you could feel it.

you've always been... possessive. you had to be, it had been just the two of us for the past couple of years now. you were the one making sure the both of us were fed and clothed and had a roof over our heads. were your methods questionable? more than often, yes. i know better than to ask where that mini skirt i was eyeing in the mall came from. "it looks good on you, right? so stop asking fucking questions." you said, tugging the skirt down like it helped anything and letting your hand linger on my thigh, grabbing the exposed flesh with a grip strong enough to leave a big red handprint in its wake. "you know what? put on those little black heels i got you. that'll look better."

everyone knows that my brother is my keeper. and those who didn't know were promptly educated. the cheerleaders you fool around with? gone, the moment they complained about me being around all the time. they're just jealous anyways, they don't get to spend time with you like i do. the guy who thought he was good enough to reject my sadie hawkins proposal? the breaks went out on that pretty bike of his. he wasn't hurt too badly, just enough so that he couldn't go to the dance. you took me instead, reminding me that no one deserves me, especially not that asshole. even my friends know better than to invite me to certain places because anything i do is somehow reported back to you with scary haste. everyone in this town knows me as an extension of you.

my big brothers presence looms over my life like storm clouds, threatening to pour and wash everything away in a flood.

i was stupid to think i could keep this from you. i could never keep a secret from my brother. especially not one like this.

it was my turn to make dinner, so there i was in the kitchen, humming to some stupid pop song. wearing a thin pink tank top, those little denim shorts you like to see me in, and one of your flannels. swaying my hips along to the song while i cook. i almost didn't hear you walk in, if not for the sound of your work boots against the floor, heavy with the weight our parents left on your shoulders.

"smells good," you comment, watching me stride over to you with a smile on my face.

"thank you," i reply, helping you take your jacket off, my hands taking their time trailing down your arms. "it's almost ready."

you nod in acknowledgment, eyes following me intently while i set your jacket down. i make some remark about needing to do our laundry soon but your eyes continue to bore into me. "you're not gonna kiss your big brother hello? thought i taught you better than that, baby. manners."

maybe i was asking for it.

one of your favorite things to do to embarrass me is giving me a forceful kiss. just shoving your tongue down my throat and groping me all over. leaving me with teary eyes and a flushed face before school, at family parties, you even did it at church a few times. it used to scare me, get my heart racing so fast i was afraid it would jump out of my throat and present itself to you. maybe i miss that. you don't do it as often anymore. you're always busy and we barely spend that much time together these days.

standing on my toes, you still lean down a bit to meet me halfways. i press a delicate kiss to the corner of your lips, holding there for a moment. as soon as i begin to pull away, you're grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in again.

you all but pry my jaw open with your kiss, using your free hand to yank the flimsy tanktop down to expose my chest. i let you set the rhythm, practically mewling into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on me, twisting, pinching, and pulling my nipples.

and then i start kissing back.

a break from the usual routine. my lips are moving against yours with fervor. like i'm trying to tell you how much i missed you. my body arches, trying to get as close to yours as possible while i start to suck on your tongue.

it happens in an instant. one second you're kissing me and the next you're pinning me against the wall by my throat.

"who the fuck taught you that?" your grip gets tighter while i'm trying to cry out but you're choking me so hard i'm afraid you'll break my neck. "huh? i said, who fucking taught you to kiss like a whore?" you spit the words out like venom. you're towering above me, one hand strangling me while you use the other to grip at my stomach. fingers pressing into my soft flesh like you're trying to dig the answers out of me. i'm flailing around beneath you, arms pathetically swatting at your chest but it's no use. i'm never able to beat you when we wrestle. what makes me think i'd be able to beat you now? your grip tightens, my vision goes fuzzy. you're talking to me and i'm trying to say something, say anything. i can barely hear you through the tears. they're rolling down my face and i'm only making stupid, unintelligible noises in response.

you pull me back away from the wall, only to slam me back against it. my head is spinning and i taste blood. you hold me there for a second before releasing your grip. your hand is still around my neck, trapping me beneath you while you stare down at me, waiting for me to answer you. i'm sputtering, trying to catch my breath while i spit out the names of my three friends. the friends that gave me my first real kiss and taught me how to makeout backstage during rehearsal.

your eyes narrow and your grip on my stomach tightens, nails digging into me like talons. hard enough to break skin and leave a mark. but that's what you want. your name carved into my bones so i always feel you and carry you with me.

trailing up my throat to my jaw, your hand cups my face possessively, eyes demanding contact.

another crushing kiss, as you murmur between strings of saliva. something along the lines of "fuck 'em, fuck all of 'em. you're mine." growling into my mouth like you're trying to make me clean again, yours again, with the way you assault my mouth with your tongue.

and i try to keep up, god knows i try, but my big brother knows just how to render me helpless and fill my senses with nothing but him. the kiss reminds me to be grateful that i have a brother like you, someone who takes care of us and puts up with my shit. eventually, i go limp, reduced to a puddle of spit.

when you pull away, you make sure to grope my tits really hard before pushing me away. "my dinner, little girl."

stumbling into the kitchen, trying to ignore the wetness that built between my thighs and barely remembering to pull my tank top back up, i serve you and then myself. we share a pleasant dinner. you ask me about my day, i ask you about yours. like nothing ever happened.

until you get sent the video someone took of me and my friends making out.

the image of me being passed around between my friends seared into your memory. the blush and smile on my face as three different girls take turns violating my mouth. the eagerness in my eyes and the sound of my giggles between kisses are enough to make you come bursting into my room to teach me another, more brutal lesson. you're reminded that your little sister can't be left to her own devices.

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Image Description provided by @loveize

[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[bits-and-pieces-of]

As someone who works outdoors in the summertime: OP is very, very correct and heat is NOT a joke.

I would also like to add that beyond a certain temperature, cold water can genuinely be dangerous as a shock to your system. Roofers especially are often BARRED from drinking cold water, because going from nearly 40°C heat and then drinking something ice-cold can CAUSE ACTUAL SEIZURES.

Your best bet is lukewarm or slightly cool water, combined with wrapping an ice pack in some cloth and putting it on the back of your neck or tucking it into your belt.

And for the love of god if you have to go outside, wear BIG FLOPPY UGLY HATS as well as sunscreen. (Good Sunscreen. 60SPF minimum.) Sunburns retain heat and are Fucking Miserable on top of giving you cancer. Bad ones dry out your skin and can cause infections when you’re still sweating a lot and it gets into blisters.

Heat Stress is cumulative. If you are out trying to do the same thing Monday to Friday, something that you could manage on Monday is probably going to knock you flat on your ass on Friday if you don’t pace yourself.

If you’ve had any sort of heat-stress illness in the past, you are more prone to getting it again and more easily than someone who’s never had it.

[themythicalcodfish]

reblogging bc it’s getting solidly into the Deep Heat where I am.

[bard-llama]

Cooling towels like this can be lifesavers, but you have to be able to wet them regularly to keep them cool. Not sure how well they work in super humid areas, but in the dry heat of AZ, they are great.

[elkian]

Speaking of pets, keep a close eye on your critters! Some can be extremely sensitive to temperature changes, and 'getting uncomfortable' for a human who can go get a popsicle and mess with the A/C can be 'death threshold' for other beasts. I'm not trying to freak you out but it is important to know your pets' limits and make sure they stay in a safe range!

[captainkingsley]

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[cliothemuse]

This is the most helpful thing I’ve ever seen…

[mousidy]

they removed posting from tumblr. now there's only scrolling down through the vast blank expanse. great

[medusadyke]

tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website

[mjs-actual-blog]

@teaboot's tags because Yes:

[teaboot]

Actually yeah that should be in the post. Hell yeah

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[catchymemes]

[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[valtsv]

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

[valtsv]

it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth

[theambitiouswoman]

Stick to the plan not your mood. Your mind has to be stronger than your feelings. It’s okay to have odd days, but don’t let those odd days become a routine. Winning your mind is the most important part of the process.

[sewercentipede]