#maximum temperature

[umangharyana]

दिसंबर की शुरुआत, लेकिन ठंड का इंतजार बरकरार: जानें कब पड़ेगी कड़ाके की ठंड?

दिसंबर का महीना शुरू हो चुका है, लेकिन देश के अधिकांश हिस्सों में ठंड का असर अब तक दिखाई नहीं दिया है। सामान्य से अधिक तापमान के चलते लोग ठंड के मौसम का आनंद उठाने के बजाय इसका इंतजार कर रहे हैं। भारतीय मौसम विभाग (IMD) की ताजा रिपोर्ट के अनुसार, ठंड का असर इस बार काफी देरी से दिख रहा है। दिसंबर का पहला हफ्ता बना रिकॉर्ड गर्म पिछले एक दशक में ऐसा पहली बार हो रहा है कि दिसंबर के पहले हफ्ते का…

[starakex]

Nothing is going to go as hard as this

April 8th 2024, around 3pm

[free-luigi-mangione]

Tisch and Hochul and Alvin Bragg aren’t gunning for Luigi’s head out of deference to Trump, they’re doing it because they’re funded by the same billionaires the other side is. The only one here sucking up to Trump is Alvin Bragg because of his own legal issues. The others would be going equally hard on Luigi under a Harris presidency (her running mate Tim Walz was one of the first to condemn the shooting and praise BT.) The only upside is that all the infighting might work in Luigi’s favor because frankly all these nitwits have a room temperate IQ. For example, Hochul and Trump are currently battling it out over tolls and consequently everyone in NY has a seething hatred for either or both.

- 💚

okay okay it's good to know about the political climate there from people actually facing the weather. :D

also about Tim Walz, wasn't that the guy who was supposed to be a kindly father, retired high school teacher or something?? or was that a lie?? how is he that immoral suddenly then?? and why on earth would he praise a guy getting paid ten millions a year on blood money when he's supposedly a commoner like us??

can i say i love new yorkers a little bit?? they'll have my heart if they let Luigi walk, but for now, they still seem to be normal people from a normal city like elsewhere around the world and i genuinely like that a lot.

[randomactsofpigeon]

In excellent news today, I bought a heated cat bed and he is actually using it!

Luca's been in there all morning :3

[silverseasx]

Me every day of my life....

Trying to fall asleep in summer is much like the dilemma described in Katy Perry’s hit song Hot N Cold (2008).

[hushabye-baby]

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[rightnewshindi]

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[gollancz]

Casual reminder to keep your eyes out for this which vindicates my belief that the Central Line is horrible and deeply haunted.

if you've ever used the London Underground you might have noticed that it often gets uncomfortably hot. the reason for this is actually that its builders dug too greedily & too deep and as a result the trains are very close to the fires of hell. hope that helps.

[umangharyana]

Weather News : दिसंबर की ठंड पर ग्रहण, मौसम विभाग ने बताया कब से बढ़ेगी सर्दी

Weather updates December 2024: दिसंबर शुरू हो चुका है, लेकिन ठंड का नामोनिशान नहीं है। देश के अधिकांश हिस्सों में न्यूनतम तापमान सामान्य से तीन से पांच डिग्री सेल्सियस अधिक बना हुआ है। मौसम विभाग के अनुसार, दिसंबर का यह पहला हफ्ता रिकॉर्ड गर्मी वाला हो सकता है। आइए जानते हैं, इस बार ठंड आने में देरी क्यों हो रही है और मौसम वैज्ञानिक क्या कह रहे हैं। दिसंबर के पहले हफ्ते में रिकॉर्ड गर्मी 2011 से…

[mpcomagnetics]

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[spacenutspod]

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[mckitterick]

my favorite season is "jacket weather," which means you can go anywhere with big huge pockets for carrying stuff and a bit of extra safety while on two wheels, without overheating

above 72°F (22°C) is too warm for even a denim jacket, and much warmer than that means heat exhaustion when doing anything physical for long

gotta say I don't love subzero temps either. yet I live in Kansas. what can I say, LFK rocks except for the heat and recent trend toward arctic-cold winters (and some creepy ex-coworkers)

Whoever PREFERS cold weather you're literally so so so wrong

[boreal-sea]

How do I petition congress to pass legislation regulating headlights

LEDs are illegal, especially ones that flicker, that shit is so fucking distracting and triggers my migraines.

There will be a max color temperature headlights can be; aka, they will only be allowed to be warm colors, aka, white and blue fucking headlights will be illegal.

There will be a maximum lumens level set for regular night headlights. I refuse to be blinded.

[tachraaveen]

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[mariasont]

Peak Ovulation - A.H

your period tracker warned you to avoid attractive men today. you failed spectacularly

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader warnings: suggest content for sure, explicit focus on hormonal arousal, sexual tension, pre-relationship pining, mild workplace inappropriateness (internal thoughts only, no action), mention of nipples, hotch being a little shit wc: 1.5k a/n: all creds to the amazing @ssamorganhotchner for the request/idea <3

It is too hot in this office, you’ve decided. The air conditioning is on, the thermostat reads a reasonable 68 degrees, but you know your body isn’t lying to you – something is wrong. 

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, adjusting the hem of your (probably too short) silk slip skirt, the material clinging to every overheated inch of you. It doesn’t help. Nothing will. Because the problem really isn’t the temperature. No, the problem is standing across from you, stirring his coffee like it’s not the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed.

Hotch, all razor sharp lines and rolling forearm veins, stands at the kitchenette counter, completely unaware that you are seconds away from becoming a tragic, melted puddle of lust. His sleeves are pushed up, brows furrowed in concentration as he stirs, and you watch – helpless, transfixed – as his fingers snake around the spoon, the way tendons shift beneath his skin.

It’s a teaspoon. An inanimate object. He’s stirring coffee. That’s it. And yet, your body reacts spectacularly, like he’s just backed you into the nearest sturdy surface and whispered something so depraved, so explicitly not-safe-for-work, into your ear.

You knew this was coming. It’s right there in your tracking app – day 11, peak ovulation, high fertility, maximum risk of self-sabotage, avoid contact with attractive men. Avoid Aaron Hotchner, specifically. But here you are, fully within range of the object of your affection, the exact man you should be fleeing, logic tied to the train tracks while hormones drive the speeding locomotive straight to you.

It’s not your fault, not really. Blame science. Blame nature. Blame evolution.

You feel like you’re not breathing, not functioning, gripping your pen so tightly, it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered into shrapnel. All because Hotch is walking by.

“Good morning.”

“Oh — hi! Yes! Good morning! Great morning. Beautiful morning. Gorgeous morning, actually. Just — wow. Look at us. In the morning.”

The second it leaves your mouth, you want to die.

Hotch, to his eternal credit, does not react immediately. He pauses mid-step, head tilting slightly, like he’s running a quick internal diagnostic to determine whether or not he should be concerned.

“...Right.” He finally says again, before shaking his head and walking into his office.

You cannot do this today. And according to your normal, non-biological-doomsday schedule, you’re supposed to review updated case files with Hotch today – which entails standing next to him, pointing things out, maybe even brushing hands if the universe is feeling particularly sadistic.

You hover over the keyboard, preparing to type out a very sudden, very dramatic resignation email, but before you can hit send – Reid passes your desk.

“Spencer!”

You latch onto him immediately, grabbing his wrist.

“Jesus, what?” Spencer stumbles mid-step, nearly dropping his phone.

Then, his eyes flicker over you, scanning everything — your flushed cheeks, the way you’re practically vibrating with tension, the slight glossy daze in your eyes that suggests either a medical emergency or a particularly brutal hangover.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Not in an unkind way. In a genuine, confused, and slightly alarmed way.

You shove the file at him so fast that a few loose papers nearly fall out, ignoring his question. “Can you go over this case file with Hotch for me?”

Spencer looks down at the file, flips through it once. “Why?”

“Because — uh — I have to, um… reorganize the supply closet.”

Spencer raises a brow. 

You switch strategies instantly. “Okay, okay — listen, I’ll let you pick the next five movie nights, and I won’t complain once. Even if you make me watch 2001: A Space Odyssey again.”

“Five movie nights?”

“Yes. Uninterrupted. No protests. No phone distractions.”

The second the word deal leaves Spencer’s mouth, you explode into motion, flinging yourself at him, arms around his neck.

“Have I ever told you that you are the single greatest human being to ever exist?”

Spencer makes a deep, pained noise, stumbling back, but he doesn’t fight it – merely sighs deeply, long-suffering but tolerant, before patting your back exactly once, resigned to his fate.

“You tell me weekly,” he mutters, but there’s a little laugh hidden in the words. He pries you off gently, shaking his head as he turns toward Hotch’s office. “Okay, okay. Before you suffocate me, I’m going.”

Spencer leaves, and for a second, you convince yourself you might actually make it though the day.

You are so wrong.

By lunch, you have died and resurrected at least sixteen times. Maybe more. It’s hard to say because you stopped functioning somewhere around incident three.

First the tie. One casual tug at the knot, loosening it just enough to reveal the cut of his throat. You nearly walked into a wall. Then, the glasses. The stupidest, most intellectual accessory known to man, perched low on his nose like some stern professor who graded mercilessly but might just let you stay after class for some extra credit. You had to physically sit down. And the final straw involved Hotch undoing a single button on his dress shirt. You had to assume you blacked out.

So now, here you are, in the breakroom, white-knuckling the counter, silently begging for the inferno raging in your body to calm the hell down. You’d spent your entire lunch break sprinting through department stores in search of a new blouse, because your previous one was rubbing against your already painfully sensitive nipples with every breath.

You yank at the neckline, cursing yourself six ways to Sunday for not trying the thing on before swiping your card. It doesn’t just fit snugly, it practically announces your ongoing crisis, the material stretching so perfectly over your nipples that you might as well be wearing a sign that flashes noticeably aroused.

The door opens, and you don’t even have to look. You already know who it is.

There’s a half-second delay before you risk looking up – just in time to catch the downward sweep that’s over as quickly as it came, his discipline snapping back into place like a rubber band.

Your stomach clenches, because oh, great, that is not helping. Not when you’ve been exceedingly well-behaved all morning, and definitely not when all you can think about is how you want him to rip your clothes off and put the unassuming breakroom table behind you to the kind of use that would get HR involved.

His jaw ticks, and then, in a flat, exhausted tone. “Do I even want to know what’s going on with you?”

No. No, he does not. Unless, of course, he’s invested in hearing about how you’ve had to swap out your underwear three separate times today just from existing in the same vicinity as him. In which, by all means, he should stay. But if he values his peace of mind (and you know him well enough to know he does) he should probably just walk away. Quickly. Before you start getting ideas.

“Nothing! I’m great! Never been better, actually.” You nod once, as if that seals it. “All good. Just, um, a little warm, that’s all.”

“You’re sweating,” he observes, unimpressed.

He steps closer and you’re certain the temperature in the room spikes by at least ten degrees. 

Then, as if he wasn’t already being reckless with your well-being, he lifts a hand, pressing the back of his fingers to your collarbone. His brow furrows. “You do feel warm. Are you coming down with something?”

“Yeah.” Technically, it’s not a lie. Something is happening to you, it’s just not the flu. “Aren’t you – aren’t you supposed to feel my forehead?”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to listen to you complain about how I ruined your makeup.”

Of course he would know you’d spent an ungodly amount of time on your makeup this morning.

If you had any sort of claim on this man, you would be on your knees so fast, your coworkers would hear the impact from across the office.

Hotch studies you for a second longer, then his hand moves, his fingers brushing up the column of your throat. He’s not even thinking about it. It’s gentle, like he’s feeling for something.

“You sure that’s all this is?” he murmurs, thumb sweeping into the tense muscle there. “You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.” You can tell he doesn't believe you from the way his brows pinch, but he doesn’t press. “Would it be okay if I went home early? I mean, unless you need me for something.”

“I mean, I always need you,” he says, devastating in its casualness. You make a noise in response, but just as casually, he sobers, hand falling away as he takes a step back. “Go home. Hydrate, eat something with actual nutrients, and try to rest. If you still feel bad tomorrow, I don’t want to see you in the office.”

You nod and blurt out, “Yep. Totally. I’ll, um – drink a lot. Not – not alcohol, though. Water. Obviously.”

Hotch pauses, his mouth pressing into the kind of line that means he’s trying very hard not to laugh. He gives you a slow, knowing nod before heading for the door.

You somehow manage to pack up your things, make it to the parking lot, and drop into the driver’s seat without further public humiliation. But just as you’re fumbling for your keys, your phone buzzes.

Mr. Bossman ❤️‍🔥: If you’re still feeling warm, a cold shower might help.

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[squidaped-oyt]

It's now been one solid week of daytime temperatures pushing 30°C with humidity in the 80s/90s