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hareofhrair · 1 year

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Art from the most recent ask in its own post. Shafan has a run in with a clown.

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HH: =oh i've had run ins with m=ore'n a few cl=owns, n=one of em pleasant.

HH: best =one was a sweep =or s=o back. i was cruisin this lil shindig a friend =of a friend was thr=owin

HH: m=ost everyb=ody there was a rusty, but tha thing ab=out thr=owin a g=o=od party is

HH: cl=owns will just sh=ow up

HH: they just manifest there =or s=omethin s=o=on as things really kick off

HH: like the way bleatbeasts just show up at metal c=oncerts

HH: anyway everyb=ody kn=ows y=ou thr=ow a big en=ough party yer runnin tha risk a cl=owns deciding ta crash it

HH: but generally speakin cl=owns aint subtle and when they sh=ow up ya kn=ow what's happenin

HH: s=o i'm at this party and havin a real g=o=od time

HH: maybe a lil drunker than I =ought ta be

HH: when i sp=ot this Big B=oy lurkin in a c=orner b=o=oth

HH: and yall kn=ow i like em big

HH: s=o i slide in and intr=oduce myself

HH: i feel it's imp=ortant ta menti=on here that the lightin in this place was n=ot s=o g=o=od

HH: and als=o my eyesight leaves a lil s=omethin ta be desired

HH: by which i mean im blind as tha pr=overbial flyin squeakbeast

HH: s=o between that and bein pretty sl=oshed i d=ont n=otice anythin suspici=ous ab=out this gentleman

HH: i start talkin ta tha fella, and he's a bit quiet, aint sayin much

HH: but that's fine i can run my m=outh en=ough fer tha b=oth a us, and i d=o

HH: lil while later, i get ta askin him if he w=ouldn't like ta walk me h=ome, if ya gather my meanin

HH: he says that s=ounds like fun, and we slip =out tha back a tha j=oint

HH: i'm hangin =off his arm, havin tr=ouble walkin straight, when I l=o=ok up an get my first g=o=od gander at tha guy under a streetlight

HH: and i see greasepaint, and a big =ole grin

HH: that'll s=ober a fella up p=owerful fast let me tell ya

HH: n=ow i mighta just g=one al=ong with tha guy and b=olted at tha first good excuse

HH: but apparently i was t=o=o drunk ta manage my facial expressi=ons, cus he sees h=ow i'm l=o=okin at him and his smile if anythin just gets wider.

HH: finally n=oticed, did ya? he says. that mean i cain't walk ya h=ome n=o m=ore? =oh well, tha =other way w=oulda been m=ore fun, but we can still have a g=o=od time.

HH: and he drags me =off int=o an alley and pulls o=ut a club, ready ta splatter me acr=oss tha pavement like a p=opped water bal=o=on

HH: but i tend ta babble when i'm scared, and all =of a sudden i say

HH: hell nah, y'all can't kill me like this, it ain't even funny!

HH: where's tha w=ordplay? tha creativity?

HH: yer just g=onna smash me with a club in an alleyway?

HH: where's tha fuckin craftsmanship? where's tha art?

HH: and that actually makes him st=op fer a minute

HH: and he just l=o=oks at me fer a bit, an then he says

HH: kn=ow what, yer right. Culls =ought ta be gl=ori=ous in tha sight a tha messiahs =or s=ome shit

HH: and i say hey ya kn=ow what w=ould be funny

HH: im a real fast runner, faster than hell

HH: and there's a train what comes thr=ough here right at sunrise

HH: let's say y=ou challenge me t=o a race with tha train

HH: and if I beat it, y=ou let me g=o

HH: he starts sayin nah i aint just lettin y=ou run =off i aint that dumb

HH: and i say =of c=ourse, that's the funniest part

HH: bef=ore the train c=omes, ya tie my feet t=o tha tracks!

HH: he says h=ot damn yer right that is fuckin funny

HH: gets right giggly imaginin me tryin ta run and gettin flattened like an old penny

HH: so we head =on =over t=o tha train tracks

HH: and i say wait h=old =on, we need s=ome supplies first

HH: supplies, he says?

HH: i say yeah well, we need r=ope =obvi=ously, and an umbrella

HH: he says, an umbrella?

HH: i say =o c=ourse an umbrella, i t=old ya tha train c=omes right at sunrise. ya d=ont want ta be standin there burnin in tha sun iffin tha train is late, d=o ya?

HH: and he says yer right yer right i d=ont care fer sunburns

HH: s=o he gets s=ome r=ope and a big black umbrella and we get =on tha tracks and he start's tyin my feet t=o tha tracks, but he's kinda strugglin because he's h=oldin tha umbrella at tha same time

HH: and i say hang o=n, ya can't tie it like that, it's g=onna slip right o=ff. here, let me sh=ow ya, i learned s=ome sailin kn=ots fr=om a c=obalt that never c=ome l=o=ose

HH: So i start sh=owin him h=ow ta d=o it, but he ain't gettin it, s=o i say here, i'll tie my =own feet, and y=ou watch and practice =on your =own feet.

HH: s=o he starts tyin his =own feet ta tha tracks, but he's still fumblin =on acc=ount =of h=oldin tha umbrella, s=o i say, ya need b=oth hands, here let me h=old that f=or ya

HH: and he says thanks and hands me the umbrella and g=oes back ta tyin his feet ta tha tracks.

HH: n=ow =of c=ourse ab=out that time tha sun starts ta c=ome up, and right =on time the train whistle s=ounds in tha distance

HH: and tha cl=own l=o=oks up

HH: by which p=oint i'm already ab=out half a bl=ock away, runnin like hell itself is =on my heels

HH: but i was still cl=ose en=ough ta hear that m=otherfucker laughin, laughin like ta bust a gut, right up till tha n=oise a tha train dr=owned him =out

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witchthewriter · 8 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

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You stood there as he held your head in between his large, rough hands. Opie was being so soft and you realised just how safe you felt.

“I don’t understand why you want to take care of me,” you whispered, tears forming in your closed eyes.

“Because you deserve it. And I – I like you.”

Opie could’ve hit himself in the head for saying those words. What a juvenile way of expressing himself. But he didn’t know how else to say it, other than, ‘I like you.’

It was a trial of words because what he wanted to say was, ‘I desire you, body, and soul. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. I never want to be apart. You make me feel like I’m home.’ But no, all he could say was, ”I like you.”

And while Opie was inwardly chastising himself, you were inwardly dying of happiness. Joy, fulfilment, love, would you get to receive them? Finally? After all this running, all this surviving.

A laugh escaped your lips, small and full of ecstasy. It brought Opie out of his reverie.

“I like you too,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek.

Opie moved your glasses to wipe your tear away. He took a moment to admire your beautiful hazel eyes, those freckles that danced across your nose. It was difficult for Opie to not trace them.

As if he had decided something within seconds, and still holding your face, Opie slowly leant down. In understanding, you moved yourself to stand taller and met him.

Your lips touched his and you felt Opie sigh.

It had taken Opie a while to realise his feelings weren’t just based in friendship. He hadn’t planned it. That was for sure. It started with a stranger in need. And that stranger turned out to be someone he cherished. Someone he felt … at home with.

If anyone asked, Opie wasn’t lonely. He most definitely wasn’t.

But real answer was yes.

After Donna’s death, he felt lost. Even though it was a year and a half ago. He started to heal. In his own way. Little by little. Bit by fucking bit. Opie had thrown himself into the club, and maybe helping you was his way of healing. Of doing things that he wished he could have done with Donna. Although, he never thought of her when you were together.

And then his heart opened. Unintended.

But it was the flashes of your happiness when she opened her door and Opie was standing there. It was knowing that she felt safe whenever he was around. Or when he took her on his bike and she gripped him tightly.

Those little moments that Opie shared with you, made him more and more aware of his feelings. And now he was very aware.

Jax had been tracking Dalton by himself. The club wasn’t aware he was going rogue. His decision to do so was because there was something suspicious that Jax couldn’t quite comprehend. He felt like someone wasn’t being truthful here. Someone, besides Dalton, had something to hide.

And so Jax was doing his best to figure out who could be feeding information to this douchebag. Because he wasn’t all that smart; not to break into homes and set up those fucking cameras. The creepy bastard.

Day by day Jax was getting closer, but he was constantly being pulled in different directions. He couldn’t keep his focus on just one thing. He never could, but now … now he definitely didn’t have the time for pleasure. He was always on the go.

Tara was getting irritated, Jax could see that. All her worries at work and with helping the boys, he was lucky to have such a loyal and dedicated Old Lady.

He wondered what you would be like as an Old Lady…she’d never been around a club, not knowing the culture and it’s rules.

Donna was a bit foreign to it at the beginning, but she learnt the ins and outs pretty well. But decided that the club wasn’t fit for her, her children or Opie.

Fuck, Jax thought. Would you try and take him from the club, just like Donna?

On the flip side, how would she integrate into this life? Be obedient when needed, and badass when things went to shit? You had good connections with some of the guys, particularly Tig. And really, if Tig like you, then everyone will.

Your work friend, Georgie, was enjoying the sun that filtered through the building’s large windows as she sat at the front desk. Her hair had been hard to tame this morning, and she knew it would rain at some point today because of it.

Taking a second to stop typing and bask in the sunlight, she felt the shift. From warm to cold, her eyes flung open as Dalton stood in front of her.

Dalton walked into your workplace and leaned on the counter. His top button undone, hair slicked back and neatly combed. That look had taken him about fifteen minutes every morning. And always hated when someone touched his hair.

With a flirtatious smile, he looked at Georgie. It was lost on her, although she pretended otherwise.

“Hey there,” Dalton said with a honeyed voice. Smooth and sweet, it sent a shiver down Georgie’s spine, but not in a good way. She may have grown up in a small town, but that didn’t make her stupid. There was something about him that made her wary. Made her feel like something bad was going to happen.

“Hello,” she said in that airy voice of hers, still typing on the computer, entering in a log for the morning. “Can I help you with anything?” She furthered, without looking up from the screen.

When he realised his efforts in wooing weren’t going to work, Dalton slowly stood up. “I was wondering if you could tell me where Kaelie is? I’m a friend of hers and wanted to surprise her-“

Georgie looked up from her computer and bent her head to one side, as if to say, ‘I’m listening.’

Opie’s hands moved. One to the back of your neck and the other gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. A moment in time, that felt like the world had stopped. It was as if the clock on the wall stopped ticking, and was letting you have your moment.

His warmth seeped into you, and you swore you could feel him in your bones. Where lip met lip, tongue met tongue. You were toying with each other, seeing where the line was. There wasn’t one.

Your blood felt hot, and your skin was on fire, with chills at the same time. How could that be? He was sending you wild. You had never had a kiss like this before. You’d never been held like this before, in your life. With so much devotion, with no hidden malice or motivation.

His height was overwhelming, and Opie’s back was starting to hurt. So, in a fluid motion, he picked you up with ease, your legs entwining around his waist.

Things were progressing and you thought, were you ready?

Then there was a knock at the door.

Slowly, he untangled himself from you, leaving you with a sudden cold feeling.

Looking through the peep hole, Opie relaxed as he saw the cleaner.

“Ugh, we’re all good in here,” he said through the door, and turned around to face you. Who had been taking deep breaths, over and over again. You felt like you had lost your strength, or ability to stand.

Opie wasn’t charming like Jax, he wasn’t suave, and he definitely wasn’t as bold as Tig. He didn't know if he should continue this... would it ruin whatever it was between you? Would you feel used? Did you want to keep going?

The thoughts were overwhelming, so Opie took the only way out.

“Ugh, you mind if I go take a shower?”

Your cheeks reddened. Was that code for something? Should you know that? Yes, you should know that. It was adult shit.

Did it mean he was coming back…with just a towel on? God, fuck, what were you okay with right now? You didn’t want to go all the way. No, no fucking. No grinding either, no head… just … PG 13. Keep it PG 13.

You nodded and watched as Opie awkwardly made his way into the bathroom. When you heard the door close and the water turn on, you flopped on the bed.

“What the fuck.”

In the shower, letting the water run down his naked body, Opie thought the same thing. And now he had a whole night stuck in the same room with you. What the fuck was going to happen? He became truly anxious when he realised he had to talk... about his feelings.

Opie was in the shower and you were panicking. You didn’t know what to do, sit down and knit? No, fuck no. You couldn’t read right now…you couldn’t focus on anything but the warmth of Opie. He had made you feel so light, so cared for.

So, you listened to yourself. Decided to do what you wanted to do. And you got up from leaning against the wall and went to work. Lowering the lights, (wishing there were candles), turning off the tv and fixing the bed. You tried your best to make it romantic. The radio was turned on to the best station you could find, and when you did all you could do, you stood back and sighed.

You hadn’t done anything romantic for a man since Dalton (and only Dalton). Whenever he made you feel guilty, you would clean the whole house, light candles, put on his favourite movie and make his favourite dinner.

The thought popped into your head as you tucked in the edges of the bed and fixed yours and his pile of clothes. You weren’t doing this out of blame, but because you … wanted to. You wanted to make Opie smile, to see his face light up.

It was odd that Opie Winston was many inches taller and wider than your ex, he belonged to a club, a violent one at that, and knew of said violence like someone would know of a hug. He was hardened, and yet never made you feel like you were in the presence of danger.

He’d never raised his voice at you, never intimidated you or forced you. He was kind, thoughtful and … caring.

And society saw him as the bad person, while your ex; a narcissistic abuser was seen as the good person. As if he had everyone in a trance – under a spell.

In the bathroom, Opie’s phone was buzzing inside his pant’s pocket. Turning off the water, he wrapped a white towel around his waist and bent down.

“Hello,” his voice was low, not wanting to disturb you. The big mirror had fogged over and he couldn’t see himself.

His clothes were piled on the closed toilet lid, beanie on top. As Jax kept talking, he dried himself off.

“Wait, wait, he’s fucking staying at her place?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure he knows someone from the club,” Jax was at home, taking off his shirt and pants, getting ready to put on his pyjamas. He’d got home in time to bathe Abel, to take that responsibility off of Tara’s shoulders for the night.

The baby was on the bed as Jax got ready, squirming and giggling at his father. His little feet free from booties or a blanket, the little man felt free. Jax’s heart bloomed, he wished Opie could feel this. Know what fatherhood meant, and how it felt to raise a child with the person you loved. Because Jax knew. He knew damn well that Opie loved you.

“Who? Fucking who knows him?” Opie’s fists clenched, and he heard a crack. Luckily the Nokia phone was barely hurt.

“A prospect maybe, not sure. But I’ve got everything covered down here. You just keep her away from Charming for a while. Think of it as … a vacation,” Jax said with a smile, but it was aimed straight at his son.

After Dalton had finished scoping out your work, he went to your place, keys, and all, and swung the take out on the table. He’d gotten your favourite. It was still hot, as he grabbed a bowl and spooned it into the ceramic. Moving, he kicked off his shoes and put on your favourite movie, lit your candles and sat down on your couch.

I miss you, he thought. Wriggling into the couch to try and get your smell. But all he could sniff was biker. With a huff, he put his bowl on the table and went into your room, grabbed your shirt, and put it on.

Now don’t go messing up my things, you said.

“Oh, honey I won’t!” He said with a beam and returned to the loungeroom.

Dalton decided that if you didn’t come back soon, then he would continue looking for you. He would always keep looking for his Kaelie, his bright-eyed and quick-witted love. The words you had said before leaving…you hadn’t truly meant them.

And that’s why he was here, ready to win you back.

When he was done, Dalton went into the bathroom and took of his clothes. Turning on the shower, he used every single one of your things: shampoo, conditioner, brush, razor, and when he was done. He went into your room, dripping naked and rummaged through your drawers.

Soon he found a pair of matching pyjamas, they were blue, with purple hearts on them. And as he turned off the lights and laid down in your bed, he heard the pitter patter of raindrops outside.

Opie’s lips were bright red, like he had been chewing on them over and over. What was he thinking about? You mused, worried that he was regretting the kiss.

“Ope?”

“Hmm, yeah?” He was going through his pack, and finding his gun. He hadn’t noticed your work, his head too far into the future and its possibilities.

Opie was already thinking about routes and next stops, how much money you guys had and how long you would be away for.

“Opie,” you said sternly, and his head whipped up, ready for danger. When he couldn’t find any, he looked at you and frowned. “What is it?”

You cocked you head to the side and sat on the bed.

“Haven’t you noticed…” He looked around the room and that, there was an obvious change in ambience. It didn't hurt that he hadn't noticed, what did hurt was the obvious change in demeanour. Like he was trying to ignore you.

“Oh, Oh!” He said, standing up, “yes, it’s very nice, very good.” And then he looked at you and you shook your head.

“Shit, I did too much, I went too far-“ You got up from the bed and grabbed at your chest. Your arms were entwined around your front and your hair was completely out – which was very odd, but you thought … never mind what you thought.

“No, no, you didn’t. I just,” and then you both started talking over the top of one another. Opie talking about what he was focused on, and you mumbling about what you thought was going to happen.

And you thought he hadn’t heard your last comment, but out of everything, he fucking had.

“You thought…we were, going to go further?” Opie coughed and you blushed. From head to fucking toe.

“Oh – I misread it. Forget it, forget it okay. God this is embarrassing.” You said underneath your breath and started to braid your hair. You turned off the radio and turned the tv back on, doing your best to eliminate any semblance of romance.

“Kaelie-“ Opie said, an arm outstretched, almost as if that would halt you. But you just did your best not to cry. Fuck this stupid motel room. Fuck this town and fuck Dalton, you wanted to scream.

“I’ll remember that I’m only a lost cause you’re trying to help,” you said curtly and got into bed, turning your back on him.

Opie felt like punching himself in the face. It’s probably what Jax would’ve done if he was here. Opie and feelings were an odd combination. He just couldn’t express himself perfectly all the time like some people.

You stared at the pile of books and let a tear slip. Fucking yell, you teared up a mere hour ago out of happiness and now … fuck.

You heard Opie move around the room. Making sure the door was locked, turning off the tv, shutting the bathroom door and turning off the lights.

Then you felt the bed move as Opie climbed in.

That’s that, then. You thought miserably and let a few more tears shed.

But then you felt a warm hand touch your shoulder, and Opie started to speak.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” You still had your back to Opie as he spoke, and you slowly wiped your tears, not wanting him to know.

“When I said I liked you, it was the wrong word to use. I’ve only said it … romantically … to one person. My wife. Ex-wife. Ugh, deceased…wife,” you held your breath as Opie exhaled.

“I love you, Kaelie. I’m not the best with words. Or, charm,” his words were like a physical pull. You rolled over, and laid face to face. Even in the dark you could see his eyes, and you found his hand, entwining it with your own.

“I think I’ve loved you all these months but didn’t know it until … your ex came to town.” His hand was so much larger then your own, and you nearly cried at the feel of it. God you were crying so often.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” You replied, whispering. You moved his hand into your other and tucked it firmly against your chest. With your free hand, you stroked his bearded face, and felt … wetness. Tears, he had been crying too.

“I didn’t know how,” he murmured. Resting his forehead against your hand.

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mingos-commodoreblog · 6 months

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digital-magus · 1 year

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Welp, here in Texas, Summer's finally here. The streets are empty and the power's going out from everyone turning the AC on at the same time. And that means that soon enough people living further north in reasonable climates are going to be getting hit with record high temperatures, because that's just what happens every year now.

SO! To repay their kindness of the past few years in providing tips on staying warm during our Big Freeze(s), I'm gonna share some Gen-U-Ine Texas Wisdom(TM) on beating the heat. Anyone else from similarly hellish climates is more than welcome to chip in anything I miss or forget.

1) STAY! HYDRATED!

Most things on this list are tips and suggestions, but this is a hard-and-fast rule. I know that probably sounds really obvious but I literally cannot stress it enough. If you're hot and sweating, you're losing water and it needs replacing. If you're hot and not sweating, you're out of water and it REALLY needs replacing. Sweat is not your enemy, it's your body's natural cooling mechanism.

Straight water is best obviously but if you can't do that for whatever reason, go whatever you've got. I personally keep a big jug of water by my computer and refill it regularly. A fairly reliable metric is if you go to take a drink and you find yourself just guzzling it down, let it happen; your body knows what it needs. If you start drinking and immediately start sweating, it means you needed to sweat but were too dehydrated to spend the water. Keep. Drinking.

2) Ice water is your friend

I preface this by saying if you're elderly or have heart conditions, be very careful with this one: going too cold too fast can shock your system and stop your heart. Even if you don't have heart conditions, you should be careful about it if you're particularly overheated (e.g. you just came in from doing yard work in the heat). Even if it doesn't mess with your heart, it can mess with your stomach and make you throw up. Start off with cool room temperature water and work your way down.

That said, there is no better tool for cooling down your core. Remember there is no such thing as cold, just lower and higher amounts of heat, and most of your organs are on the inside, not the outside. You can climb into a freezer or sit in front of an AC going full blast, but you're still gonna have to wait for the heat to diffuse its way from your core to your skin before it actually leaves your body. With ice water, you're introducing a great big thermal battery right into your core where it can pull that heat out directly before getting expelled in the myriad way the human body has to lose moisture.

3) Cold showers: not just for horndogs anymore!

Now we've got your core taken care of, but your outer layer's still plenty hot. Lucky for you, water is a great conductor for heat on the outside of your body too! Showers are particularly effective because it's a constant stream of new cold water rather than a singular body that will warm up over time. As with the previous tip, those with heart conditions or the severely overheated should start with a cool or even lukewarm temperature before easing their way lower to prevent adverse reactions from the sudden shock.

4) Keep the air movin' and coolin'

We all know the relief a nice cool breeze can bring when you're feeling hot, but those are often short-lived and not available on command. Now, the people this list is for (by virtue of needing this list) probably don't have central air conditioning, so we're gonna have to find another way. First off, if you can afford it (both the up-front cost and the utility cost; suckers really suck up the juice), a 1-room or window unit air conditioner in your bedroom or whichever room you spend the most time can be an absolute lifesaver. I pretty much guarantee whatever room you put it in will become the room you spend the most time.

4b) No AC, no problem

If that's not an option for you, you're not out of luck though; I'm going to let you in on the tried-and-true method of those too budget-bound for AC; the wind-tunnel method. This should be particularly effective for people with the grave misfortune of spending the summer months in a home built for the winter, made to retain every ounce of heat it can.

All you need is (at least) 2 large box fans (or similar high-power exhaust fans) and (at least) openable windows (or doors to the outside if you don't mind bugs/birds/neighbors coming in). If your home has a built-in attic fan, that can substitute for at least one of the fans and windows, that's what they're made for.

Pick at least two windows on opposite ends of your home. If you only have windows on one side of your home (e.g. a small appartment), choose the two farthest away from each other. If you live in a multi-story home, at least one should be on the top floor and one should be on the bottom. At one window set up one of the box fans blowing in, and at the other window, blowing out. In a multi-story home at least one fan blowing out should be on the topmost floor you're looking to cool. Heat rises and you will notice.

Because they might be called something different where you live, this is what I mean by a box fan:

The idea is to create a gentle wind tunnel through your home to constantly keep the air circulating, bringing in new (cooler) air from outside and venting the old warmer air back out. As such, there will need to be a constant open-air path from one fan to the other, so leave the interior doors open. A few additional tips:

If you have a windowless room you want to include on the circulation, put another box fan (or one of those squat barrel fans) on the floor in the doorway blowing in. The cooler air will flow in at the bottom of the doorway and the warmer air will flow out at the top

Any room that generate it's own heat when in use (i.e. kitchens, computer rooms, etc) should definitely be included in the system, unless you plan on never going in there. Kitchens in particular should get an exhaust fan.

When you run the fans can make a lot of difference. You'll need to work out what works best in your personal situation (especially if you've got a lot of insulation) but what works best for me is to run them from evening to morning when it's coolest out, then shut them off during the heat of the day so the house holds on to the cool for as long as it can.

For a little extra cooling, take some light fabric soaked in water or a wide pan of it and place it in front of the intake fan. The air blowing over/through the water will cause it to evaporate, cooling the air as it comes in. This may not always be effective however, because...

5) Humidity is NOT your friend

Somewhat paradoxically, water can be as much an enemy as a friend in the fight to keep cool. In simple terms, the more water is in the air, the less water can evaporate into it, the upshot of which is your sweat stops doing its job and instead of evaporating away, leaving you slightly sticky but cool, it just stays there, leaving you hot, damp, and miserable. The only real ways to combat this are to a) not introduce unnecessary steam into the air (and venting any you do generate) and/or b) get a dehumidifier. The problem with b is it doesn't really work with the Wind Tunnel Method for obvious reasons. If you live somewhere both hot and humid, an AC unit really is the best of both worlds because it dries the air as it cools it.

So, other than small obvious stuff like "Stay out of the sun" and "Try not to move around too much", that's what I've got for y'all. If I think of anything else I'll be sure to add it, and again, anyone else with tips to add is welcome to do so. And even if you don't have something to add, I'd appreciate y'all reblogging this anyway so it can hopefully reach more people who need it so we can help our northern neighbors like they helped us these past few winters.

Good luck out there and keep cool!

#texas wisdom #hot weather

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dumpstercryptid · 3 months

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fuck, man, i am begging my fellow trans folks to stop calling entire groups of ppl "tma/tme" instead of just specifying you mean trans fem/trans masc ppl. that's still not great but it's better than defining us by how others perceive (and harm) us.

trans masc ppl are mistaken for trans fems (and vice versa) all the fucking time. nonbinary ppl who present in a way that blurs the lines of gender are often absolutely "tma," regardless of the sex listed on their birth certificate. ppl don't know what the fuck i am, and if you think being afab makes me "trans misogyny exempt," i can sit here and regale you with stories of being called a "tr*nny" or asked if i "still had my dick" or being told "you'll never be a woman" for literal hours. and you can say the last one is validating! but not when it's coming from a cis dude who has 150 lbs on me. then it's just scary.

do you honestly think that some cisgender bigot is gonna consider what my assigned gender at birth is before calling me slurs in the street? do you think they'd pause in the middle of assaulting me if they learned i was once considered a girl instead of whatever i am now to most ppl? do you really believe that? if not, maybe you should stop using the terms "tma/tme" as stand-ins for "trans fem/trans masc," bc it's clear you haven't thought it through.

also you're STILL leaving out queer (esp nonbinary) ppl who don't fit into your ideas of what trans ppl are. LOTS of us are clockable as "something abnormal," in the eyes of cis ppl (often on purpose) and expecting hateful transphobes to consider beyond that before lashing out at us is foolish as fuck.

these phrases, as usual, have specific useful applications, and too many ppl have taken them and just run with them so they can question others' lived experiences in dangerous and, frankly, mean ways. stop trying to stuff my life into a box when you don't even know me.

#just thinking #text #trans stuff #i dunno #i hate seeing that shit throw around as a way to box ppl into categories bc it's NEVER that simple

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revenant-coining · 6 months

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Bendy and the Ink Machine-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles

[pt: Bendy and the Ink Machine-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles /end pt]

requested by 🧹 anon

Names: Ani/Animator, Creator, Ink, Stu/Studi/Studio, Machi/Machine, Sator, Animatio, Officina, Machina, Daemon, Diaboli, Angelus, and Timeo

Honorifics: An/Ani, Ctn, Crt, Ink, Sdo, Wrk, Mch, Dm/Dmn, Dvl, Anl, Ter/Tr, Fr, Hr, 🖊️, ✒️, 🖋️, ✏️, 📃, 📄, and 🪽

1stpp: (i/me/my/mine/myself)

an/ani/animator/animatorine/animatorself

ca/cartoon/cartoonist/cartoonine or cartoonistine/cartoonistself

cre/crea/creator/creatorine/creatorself

an/ani/animation/animationine/animationself

i/in/ink/inkine/inkself

stu/studi/studio/studine or studione/studioself

wor/work/workshop/workshopine/workshopself

mac/mach/machi/machine/machiself or machineself

dem/de/demon/demonine/demonself

dev/de/devil/deviline/devilself

an/ange/angel/angeline/angelself

terr/te/terror/terrorine/terroself

fea/fe/fear/fearine/fearself

ho/horr/horror/horrorine/horrorself

🖊️/🖊️e/🖊️y/🖊️ine/🖊️yself

✒️/✒️e/✒️y/✒️ine/✒️yself

🖋️/🖋️e/🖋️y/🖋️ine/🖋️yself

✏️/✏️e/✏️y/✏️ine/✏️yself

📃/📃e/📃y/📃ine/📃yself

📄/📄e/📄y/📄ine/📄yself

🪽/🪽e/🪽y/🪽ine/🪽yself

3rdpp: (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

animator/animator/animators/animators/animatorself

cartoonist/cartoonist/cartoonists/cartoonists/cartoonistself

creator/creator/creators/creators/creatorself

animation/animation/animations/animations/animationself

ink/ink/inks/inks/inkself

studio/studio/studios/studios/studioself

workshop/workshop/workshops/workshops/workshopself

work/shop/works/shops/workshopself

machine/machine/machines/machines/machineself

ink/machine/inks/machines/inkmachineself

ink/demon/inks/demons/inkdemonself

demon/demon/demons/demons/demonself

devil/devil/devils/devils/devilself

angel/angel/angels/angels/angelself

terror/terror/terrors/terrors/terrorself

fear/fear/fears/fears/fearself

horror/horror/horrors/horrors/horrorself

🖊️/🖊️/🖊️s/🖊️s/🖊️self

✒️/✒️/✒️s/✒️s/✒️self

🖋️/🖋️/🖋️s/🖋️s/🖋️self

✏️/✏️/✏️s/✏️s/✏️self

📃/📃/📃s/📃s/📃self

📄/📄/📄s/📄s/📄self

🪽/🪽/🪽s/🪽s/🪽self

Titles:

the animator

the cartoonist

the one from the (ink) machine

the one made by the (ink) machine

the one from the animation

the animated (one)

the one who was work-shopped

the one who strikes fear

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@pronoun-arc , @reveningcontent

#1stpp #3rdpp #long post #requested #🪼 creations #category: lists #category: honorific lists #category: name lists #category: pronoun lists #category: title lists

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fieriframes · 1 year

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[Humanity: Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, tr.]

#s05e01 what's for breakfast #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #the brothers karamazov #fyodor dostoevsky #humanity #tr

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alolanrain · 1 year

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It’s actually really interesting to think about why Giovanni and Team a rocket as a whole keep the Trio even though they do waste a lot of money, time, and resources for the evil team.

My personal favorite is that Ash is definitely Giovanni’s son and the big man actually does care about him even though he can’t really be around Ash. Thus he allows the Trio to to tail after him after their first couple of run ins in Kanto. At least he can keep an eye on Ash and figure out hoe he’s doing and who he’s with. This then makes me think about the other TR members who actually have to work for their spot.

Actually being in the presence of Giovanni is extremely rare for grunts, even team leaders, while the Admins are the buffer between them and Giovanni. So the grunts who do know about the Trio but not precisely why about their connection to Giovanni are mad as fuck. There was one pair who despised them the most; Butch and Cassidy. They had actively tried to steal Pikachu and the other Pokémon from Ash and his friends but were quickly screwed over by the twerps and the trio. Giovanni found and and booted them to some for off boonies in Sinnoh that wasn’t even on the map.

The possibilities are endless and it’s fascinating

#ash ketchum #giovanni #tr trio

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corvusternion · 4 months

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Eduardo E Mônica

> requested by @grafitti-translator.

> artist: legião urbana

> the first listen ^nd it w^s very unusu^l in terms of style, ^ lot of guit^rs with ^n old/folk rock-type of vibe. ^t first gl^nce the lyrics seem to be ^bout ^ m^tespritship between trolls, but it ^lso cont^ins some concerning themes (in my perspective).

from the get-go we h^ve:

Who will ever dare to say that there is a reason

For the things that the heart does?

And who will dare to say that there is no reason?

> the pumpbiscuit (or in this c^se, the he^rt) is, of course, linked tow^rds emotions and feelings. feelings ^rent ^lw^ys logic^l- even if you know why youre feeling th^t w^y, theres ^ disconnect between the w^y th^t the body responds ^nd the mind re^sons.

> however, the third st^nz^ directly contr^dicts the first. the l^ck of re^son is complemented by the re^son, fulfilling wh^t would be ^ppropri^te for ^ m^tespritship. ^fter ^ll, ^ m^tespritship built out of solely p^ssion wont l^st. you must be willing to compromise, to le^rn, to be willing to ch^nge yourself (not to ^n extreme extent however) in order to m^ke it work.

> ^ m^jority of this song is b^sed upon the story of eduardo and monica, so ill just reference some of the p^rts th^t c^ught my interest.

Eduardo opened his eyes but didn’t want to get up

Stayed on bed and checked what time it was

While Monica was having a brandy

In the other side of the city

> the obvious ^ge difference between the two is seen time ^nd time ^g^in throughout the song, from monica thinking of eduardo ^s ^ “little boy” to eduardos concerns ^bout being out for too long. ^nd while this isnt ^ red fl^g immedi^tely, i h^ve to ^dmit i r^ised ^n eyebrow re^ding those words.

> eduardo is very simple, in the w^y th^t trolls in ^ schoolhive tend not to worry ^bout ^s much ^s those perigees older might. hes ^lso tr^dition^l, preferring to st^y in his comfort zone ^nd h^ng out with his f^mily.

> on the other h^nd, monica is inclined tow^rds being unique, riding ^ motorcycle ^nd dying her h^ir. shes ^lso ^ very philosophic^l/emotion^l person, enjoying the ^rt of gre^t p^inters such ^s v^n gogh ^nd t^lking ^bout m^gic/medit^tion.

> the differences between the two ^nd their m^tespritship c^n be seen ^s ^n extreme ex^mple of ^n “opposites ^ttr^ct” m^tespritship. but the l^ter st^nz^s dissu^des you from s^ying th^t they h^ve nothing in common:

Eduardo and Monica had swimming, photography

Theatre and handicraft classes and went travelling

> ^ssuming this is ^ he^lthy rel^tionship ^nd neither ^re forcing e^ch other to join these cl^sses, these lyrics depict th^t eduardo ^nd monica still h^ve middle grounds they c^n meet upon, which grounds the “opposites ^ttr^ct” trope seen into re^lity.

> rel^tionships where two people ^re so irrevoc^bly different th^t they c^nnot ^gree on ^nything ^re doomed to f^il. even if it were, s^y, ^ kismesissitude, it would turn de^dly ^fter some time ^nd most likely require ^shen interference. eduardo e monica ^cknowledges this ^nd develops upon their stories more, giving them more depth ^nd their rel^tionship more me^ning.

And the two celebrated together

And also fought together, many times

> ^t first i didnt know wh^t to think of this lyric. theres so m^ny holes in the story th^t we dont know whether this is ^ he^lthy rel^tionship or not. in f^ct, this re^ds more like th^t of ^ v^cill^tion between m^tespritship ^nd kismesissitude. its not uncommon in medi^ for these rel^tionships to exist; however, they tend to be very destructive for both p^rties if not m^n^ged in moder^tion. this leaves eduardo and monicas future ^mbiguous ^nd up to our interpret^tion. yes, everyone s^ys theyre good together:

And everyone said he makes her complete and vice-versa

Just like rice and beans

> hell, they even stick together with e^ch other:

They worked hard for money and managed to hold

Everything together through their toughest times

> but theres just enough wiggle room for us to ^ssume ^ different perspective ^nd still be ^ble to find subst^nti^l implic^tions within the lyrics.

> for ex^mple, the st^nz^ ^bout them fighting often le^ves us questioning: to wh^t extent do these fights go to? is it ^ simple ^rgument between m^tesprits, or is it ^ different qu^dr^nt, or is it perh^ps even ^ toxic rel^tionship? ill le^ve you to dr^w your own conclusions.

> ^nyw^ys, my f^vourite p^rt w^s the beginning:

Who will ever dare to say that there is a reason

For the things that the heart does?

And who will dare to say that there is no reason?

> i ^gree with the mess^ge these lines ^re sending. emotions ^re illogic^l. but over time, they still end up m^king some sort of sense. the he^rt is ^mbiguous, ^s ^re ^ll of us trolls ^s individu^l people; the lines blur ^ lot between wh^t is “re^son” ^nd wh^t is “feeling”.

> in summ^ry, my perspective is th^t while eduardo and monica’s rel^tionship is cert^inly unconvention^l (the ^ge g^p still feels str^nge), there is love to be found between the lines. ^nd perh^ps th^t is the lesson of the song: th^t love c^n be where you le^st expect it.

> feel free to suggest more songs for my ^n^lysis if you w^nt, but i wont get to it quick. i h^ve other things ive been de^ling with.

#song analysis #grumblr #unreality #corrtalks #eduardo e monica #got too c^ught up in this one.

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