#and i was hydrated!

[queenofthedamnnile]

Every time I drink I lowkey wish I hadn't the next day. Not in a "omg what stupid shit did I do" way cause I don't even get stupid drunk just in a "good God when will these poisoning effects subside" way

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[sqrkyclean]

being vulnerable for a second to use my pooltoy furry oc to convey what recovering from contamination ocd has been like while undergoing hrt.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3

[theriverbeyond]

why don't you do arts and crafts for 5 hours and then you'll calm down

[solarockk]

that one twitter trend

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #58

Jason has been writing fanfiction ever since he got access to a computer. They weren't always the most popular, especially since he was writing fics about classics, but that's not why he wrote them. He wrote them for himself.

However, since he always had Robin stuff going on, his author notes had become something of a meme at this point. No one really believed him anymore when he apologized for late updates due to breaking his arm in three places or anything like that.

Then, he died. He had been two chapters away from ending his story, damnit.

But it's fine, he's back now. He apologizes for late update since he, ya know, died and finishes that story. Then, he finds out there's another author out there with notes ... very similar to his own. And a lot of humor about his own death.

Maybe PhantomNotBill087 and him had a lot more in common than being fic writers.

[ca-3]

Redraw because someone said this looked like pegoryu on twt ❤️💛

[crowatyourwindow]

Since you all loved my pigeon Nikolai art so much, here's rat Fyodor :)

[earththings]

[parliamentoftoh]

I kept trying to figure out why Hunter’s timeskip look was throwing me off because like, hair is same length/style, outfit isn’t terribly different just added an apron, like what was it that I kept sticking on?? I chalked it up to the more fluid animation style making him look different

Then someone on twitter pointed it out

No more eyebags

[pixelmuppet]

GUARDS! Bring me my propel, I'm thirsty..

[evildeerboy]

damn they really milk coconuts here i guess

[shalomniscient]

Ahhhhh, imagining general feixiao strenght on bed 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 while on her rut 🤤🤤🤤🤤 please one chance general feixiao 🙏🙏

[nsft utc]

cw. omegaverse

anon i held off on answering this because i wanted to try and wait for more of her leaks to drop but i’m so down horrendous and in heat for this fox woman it’s so crazy i simply can’t stfu anymore. anyway feixiao in rut is a menace, all teeth and a firm grip on whichever part of your body makes it easier for her to pull you back onto her cock.

as a general she’s evidently incredibly strong, also helped by the fact she frequently hits the gym. all that means is that it’s truly no problem for her to lift or manhandle you in any way she likes, be it fucking you midair or against a wall, where she’s the only thing keeping you upright, or on the bed where she’s moving you up and down her cock like you’re her own personal fucktoy. her voice turns lower and all growly in her rut, and her scent grows stronger, sandalwood and spice and earth. she scents you obsessively, always taking your wrists and lightly nipping at them or pressing her own against the column of your neck so your scents can mingle and settle. god, she gets so greedy for you, so needy, her words slurring together as she fucks you with languid, deep strokes that have you pushing up against the bed with each thrust, the corners of the bedsheet coming free. she’s obsessed with the way you squeeze around her so perfectly, so warm and tight and welcoming to the point that some part of her delirious rut-brain doesn’t ever want to leave.

and oh, when she finally knots you… it takes some effort, namely her teeth in the junction of your shoulder and neck, right above the mating bite she gave you. she renews it every rut, fangs sinking into your soft skin, breaking it ever so slightly until she tastes the hint of copper on her tongue. the way you howl in pleasure as she bites, your foggy omega brain delighted at the claim, has her hips stuttering and jumping, a strangled groan rumbling deep in her throat. you slacken reflexively beneath her, and feixiao doesn’t have to look at your face to know your eyes have rolled so far back into your skull that only the whites are visible. with a final roll of her hips she slips her thick knot into you, your lower lips sealing around her base and holding her tight inside your cunt, inner walls squeezing and clamping around her dick until she cums with a low whine, vision going white as she breeds you full. her knot doesn’t go down for hours afterward, keeping both of you joined together.

feixiao doesn’t mind this part either. she actually really likes it, once the both of you have gotten into a more comfortable position. there’s a special sort of intimacy tied to you like this, her cock stuffed deep in your cunt as she holds you against her chest. your breathing is even and deep as you rest lightly on top of her, recovering your energy for the next few rounds that are definitely happening. it’s in these moments in-between that your beloved general is the most affectionate, pressing kisses to your cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere she can reach, really, as she praises you gently for being her darling, perfect mate.

[thyming]

They detected a person that didn't drink enough yet!

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”