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Things you don’t need to feel guilty about: eating, how you look, standing up for yourself, relaxing, sleeping in, taking a mental health day, saying “no.”

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fandom is a lot more fun when your goal isn’t to be “that big, popular account” within the fandom but just to have fun and talk about what brings you comfort and happiness by the way

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Keep an eye on temperatures outside and inside. Open everything if/as soon as it gets cooler outside, and (IF YOU CAN) keep windows open at night. Then in the morning close everything (windows, shutters, blinds, everything you have) until the temperatures go down, generally from 8 PM to midnight (right now it's almost 10 PM and it's still 30°C, we won't be opening windows until it's 28°C at the hottest).

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

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it's... complicated. On one hand, the ΛΟΓΕΙΟΝ website (https://logeion.uchicago.edu/ - this page is the word's) has this definition from Liddell–Scott–Jones:

κᾰκο-θερής, ές, "unfitted to endure summer heat"

but if you look at Bailly's Dictionnaire grec-français, the meaning is different:

κακο·θερής, ής, ές [ᾰ] "dont la chaleur est malsaine ou désagréable" - "whose heat is unhealthy or unpleasant"

The subject in the first meaning is someone/something affected by summer heat, but in the second it's the heat itself. So ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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the good lord ain't bringing me home

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Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

Share what you got!

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#nothing but respect for MY favorite family unit

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at this point he’s an engineer, right?

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disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.

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Separation Anxiety

Warnings: Mild sexual references

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Chapter 3

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Scanlan woke up in the most unusual circumstances.

One: he was surrounded by Warm. Warm on all sides. Warm every which way. Warm was heaven and he was currently in heaven.

Two: he was naked. That part wasn’t so unusual, maybe, except the last thing he remembered was very clearly trudging through a tundra hellscape with Pike and Grog while soaking wet, so it was unusual, actually. Maybe they’d reunited with the rest of the team and he’d gotten piss-drunk at a toasty tavern to celebrate. That would track with Circumstance One except for the remaining circumstances.

Three: he was covered in blood. It was a very specific sticky residue that he’d gotten used to experiencing in his travels with Vox Machina, and between the smell lingering in his nose and the sight of dried red-orange when he cracked his eyes open, he could place it immediately.

Four: when he cracked his eyes open to confirm the aforementioned blood dilemma, he also came face to face with Grog’s right nipple. That was probably related to why he was covered in blood; Grog was also often covered in blood, much more often than him. Therefore, touching a bloodied Grog meant becoming a bloodied Scanlan.

It was a very, very odd set of circumstances. Some of them made sense together, but not all of them. And trying to fit it all together caused even more questions. Why was Grog holding him so tightly? Where did the blood come from? Why was he naked?

Just as he was about to nudge Grog to ask what the hell was going on, there was a soft sigh against the back of his head. Scanlan froze. Waited. A second sigh followed the first, even more content and even more beautiful, and that was all the confirmation he needed for Circumstance Number Five.

Pike was also here, also part of the Grog-warmth-cocoon, and now that he was paying attention Scanlan realized that she was also nude – or at least very close to it. Her body was pressed up against his backside, skin on skin just about everywhere, and her face was nuzzled between his shoulder blades. She was even drooling in his hair.

Her breasts were pressed against his, and with every contented, slumbering breath she took, they squished just the tiniest bit more.

Guh.

Scanlan didn’t know what to do. He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted to turn around so he could gaze upon Pike in all her glory. He wanted her to wake up in time for them to declare their unnamed yet undying love for each other with Grog as their witness. He wanted to get married like this.

He also wanted to stay perfectly still so that neither of them woke up, because all these wants plus the steady rise and fall of Pike’s perfect bosoms against his bare back were already causing a situation he did not want to have to explain to either of them. They were both so cool that they wouldn’t even be weird about it – probably. It was just. It was embarrassing.

Scanlan shut his eyes tight, willing the heat to leave his groin right the fuck now before it could make Grog think he was being poked with a deadly weapon – which was absolutely what The Cube was, thankyouverymuch – but thinking of heat only made him more aware of the heat all around him and how cozy it was. It really did feel like he was in the realm of the gods and no longer of the mortal planes. Before he knew it, his eyes stayed closed not because of a battle of wills against other parts of his body but because they wanted to stay closed. Then they stayed closed because opening them sounded like too much work.

Before he knew it, he was drifting off again……

And woke up a second time with a start as something made a lot of noise about seven feet to the left.

He blinked awake, mildly surprised that neither of his toasty companions did the same, to register the fact that they were in a tiny snow hovel of some kind with a monster carcass in front of the doorway. A carcass that had just been shoved aside just enough for someone to squeeze through.

A human someone. A gangly human someone. A gangly human Percy someone.

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo The Third, Most Repressed Guy Ever To Exist, was the first one to find them in their great big naked snuggle fest.

Scanlan looked at Percy. Percy looked at Scanlan.

Percy held up a finger. Opened his mouth. Blinked rapidly a few times. Closed his mouth. Put the finger down.

“Right.”

He turned on his heel and left the snow fort.

“They're all here!” Came the shout from just past the opening. “Alive and unharmed, as far as I’m aware. At the very least…”

Percy trailed off and glanced back inside, making not-quite eye contact with Scanlan.

“...All limbs are accounted for!”

“You know, it takes real talent to say that with a straight face,” Scanlan sniped back without even attempting to move out from within the Most Heavenly Place on Exandria. “I’ll give you that much.”

“I’d rather we not hold a conversation until the situation is resolved, if it’s all the same to you.”

The bard rolled his eyes. If he were pressed up against literally anyone else besides Grog (and by extension, Pike), he would have started rotating his bare hips. Unfortunately, fucking with Percy would not be worth the immediate experience of feeling like shit for doing something like that without consent after the lengths his friends had clearly gone to to keep him alive. It was too bad such a prime chance was slipping through his fingers, but some sacrifices were worth –

“Aw, what’s wrong, Percy? We’re just snow cuddlin’!”

Pike’s sleepy yet smug voice floated past Scanlan’s ear like a message straight from the gods. Her chin plopped onto his shoulder with all the grace and subtlety of a troll bashing a man’s skull in with a tree trunk.

“What’s a little skin-to-skin contact among friends, am I right?” Her eyes were on the nobleman while a lazy, teasing smile spread across her face. She leaned her cheek against Scanlan’s and he very carefully did not move a fucking muscle. “Especially on a dreary day like this. You’re welcome to join us!”

Most days, Scanlan didn't pay much heed to the fact that Percy had the palest complexion among the team. He was reminded of that fact in the most delightful way when Mr. De Rolo The Third, high king of uppity-ness and so-called maturity, went beet red and retreated entirely with a few unintelligible stammered excuses. Pike snorted, loud and amused and gorgeous.

The laughter died as soon as she seemed to recognize the details of the situation they were in. Scanlan enjoyed the press of her cheek to his before it inevitably disappeared forever.

There was silence for a moment. Then:

“You’re hard, aren’t you.”

“Yup.”

“And I’m guessing movement’s going to make it worse.”

“Biology is a beautiful and terrible thing.”

“Right. Of course. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.”

Things went quiet between them once again as she weighed their options and Scanlan did his best not to make things worse just by existing – or thinking about Pike existing against him in any way, shape, or form. At one point they both noticed their bloodied, frozen-over clothes sitting in a pile in another corner of the snow shelter, but the temptation of escaping the awkward situation they were in wasn’t strong enough to counter the thought of leaving Grog’s beautifully hot (in every way) body. Plus, the fabric looked so stiff that they’d probably shatter at the lightest touch.

“You know what,” Pike decided after another few seconds of deliberation, letting out an exasperated and exaggerated sigh, “who the fuck cares. The others have found us, they’re probably all okay if Percy’s biggest problem is facing a couple of nude gnomes, and we’re about to be bombarded with clean clothes and whatever else we need. Let’s just pretend to be half-asleep as soon as everyone else gets here in the next minute.”

“Pike Trickfoot, are you actually suggesting we gaslight Percy? Over what you just said to him?”

“Gaslight is such a strong word. I was thinking more like feigning ignorance.”

“For sure. Temporary amnesia.”

“We’re recovering from a near-death experience. Our brains are still halfway frozen over.”

“It’s a miracle we even remember our own names. Confusion is a perpetual state of existence for us. Crops up at the most inopportune of times…and also when it’s funny.”

“What’s going on?” Grog whispered tiredly, still holding them tight as he did a full-body post-sleep stretch. “Are we dead?”

Pike chuckled and leaned her head into Scanlan’s. “No, buddies. We’re pranking Percy.”

“Oh. Cool.” And he promptly went back to sleep.

Pike’s chuckle became a full guffaw. Scanlan joined her as the absurdity of the situation – of the entire ordeal they’d all survived together – caught up with him. What a weird, fucked up path his life had gone down lately.

But y’know, he thought as giant burly warm arms hugged him close and gross morning breath ghosted his ear in a soft symphony of affection, I don’t think I’d have it any other way.

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END

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A/N: And that's a wrap! I love this trio so much you have no idea ;-;

Thank you for reading!

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Good news! He missed the lava

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