It really is crazy how if you mention you write fanfiction with people outside fandom, they're always like "you should change the names and try to sell it." It misses the point (fun), but more importantly to me, I get slightly (and I know irrationally) insulted on a craft level. Excuse me, my fanfic is entwined with the canon, thank you very much. I wish sometimes less entwined. You wouldn't believe the stupid bullshit some of my fics have to include because of canon.
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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."
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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 youâre 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 donât pace yourself.
If youâve had any sort of heat-stress illness in the past, you are more prone to getting it again and more easily than someone whoâs never had it.
as a historical costumer, if you need/prefer to cover up during hot weather, natural fibers and loose garments as much as you can manage. linen, cotton, or even lightweight wool. light colors are better (she said, wearing long black everything in high summer). maybe not silk unless it's a very open weave; silk retains heat, hence its popularity for winter base layers
polyester is NOT breathable. avoid if at all possible, even if you're wearing less
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
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"does Noah Wyle really expect me to watch five seasons of Robby's ~mental health journey~? đ"
no, i think he expects you to be normal and choose not to watch the show that's about the main character played by him if you fucking hate him and/or the main character he plays. because literally no one is forcing you to do so
When I was training to be a battered womenâs advocate, my supervisor said something that really blew my mind:
âYou can always assume one thing about your clients; and that is that they are doing their best. Always assume everyone is doing their best. And if theyâre having a day where their best just isnât that great, or their best doesnât look like your best, you have to be okay with that.â
Any now whenever anyone in my life, either a friend or a client, frustrates me, disappoints me, or pisses me off, I just tell myself They are doing their best. Their best isnât that great today, but I have days where my best isnât that great either.Â
Op Iâd like to thank you for sharing this. Ever since the first time Iâve read it Iâve held it in my mind and it really has helped me to be kinder to others and to myself.
If my fanfiction has ever given you even $1 worth of entertainment or happiness in life, it would truly mean the world if you would consider putting that dollar toward my mom.
As my long-time followers know, my mom has an aggressive form of dementia. She was diagnosed at 57 and I turned my life upside down at 26 to take care of her. We're poor. Like, we live in a trailer park (no shade to trailer parks; LMDW [love my double wide]). And we need help, especially as she deteriorates. There are a lot more personal details in the gofundme itself if you're interested in helping through sharing or donating.
My mom, Deb, is a lesbian who came out late in life, leaving my narcisstic father to pursue her life for the first time in her 50s after living as a fundamentalist christian for most of her life. She has given countless dollars and hours to the queer community as a volunteer, donor, therapist, community organizer, and more. She is, really and truly, the best of the best as human beings go.
If everyone who follows me on tumblr dot com donated $1, it would fill almost the entire first goal.
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Thatâs what Dana tells him. Thatâs what Jack tells him. And none of his residents will say it to his face, but he can see the disappointed judgement in their eyes when you walk away from him, smiling to yourself like a schoolgirl with a crush, while he thinks of the best way to let you down easy.
Your seven weeks were almost up.
And you were amazing. Really, you were. But Robby couldnât help the feeling in his chest when you start calling him Michael more often or when you look at him like maybe he isnât all that broken. Itâs like a weight in his chest, fluid in his lungs that has to be drained, a tumor that must be resected before it does more damage.
So that was his sign to pull the trigger on what was becoming a lovely relationship, one that Caleb had offhandedly expressed support for. âSheâs good for you. Makes you laugh. Doesnât let you indulge in your self-depreciating tendencies.â Robby would hit him with a fly swatter if he could.
Everything was planned in the back of his head. Heâd walk you home after this shift, slowly bring up the topic of âneeding to focus on himselfâ as you apartment building came into view, and violaâŚhe would burn another bridge that was built too close to his heart, where his feelings for you were becoming too big for him to handle.
But those plans disappeared into thin air when an FBI unit showed up to his emergency department in search of an attempted murder victim. More specifically, when you were stitching a minor wound on their unit chief, clearly enamored with his dark hair and his pretty brown eyes and his no nonsense attitude.
At first, Robby tried to ignore it. Who cares if you wanted to flirt with a Quantico suit who looks like he hasnât smiled in years and has a decent hairlike for his age and doesnât have crows feet etched around his eyes? Certainly not Robby. But the gossip flourished shortly after Santos overheard the pretty blonde FBI agent whispering to the lanky one with a boyband haircut, âI donât know the last time Iâve seen Hotch smile.â To which the boyband-haircut FBI agent responded, âOr loosened his shoulders.â
You carefully padded the area around Agent Hotchnerâs wound with fresh sterile gauze after tying your last suture, clearing any remnants of blood. âSo what does SSA stand for? Super special agent? Secret special agent agent?â You continued light conversation, just for another minute to talk with your tall, dark, and handsome patient.
Hotch chuckled, his eyelids fluttering instinctively when the gauze got too close. Fuck, his eyelashes were pretty, too. âSupervisory special agent.â He replied.
You grinned and pulled out dressing for the stitches. âOh, that sounds very important.â You hummed.
You knew the man in front of you was an FBI profiler, that if he really didnât want to play along with your flirty conversation, then he would end it there. But to a man who sold his soul to his job, you were a comfortable break of sunshine through the clouds.
Hotch smiled, not enough for you to call it one, but enough that his nosy team outside had their jaws dropping. Amhad approached them innocently with a pen and notepad, like he was about to interrogate them. âSo, what do you think the likelihood of them getting drinks would be?â He asked, like this was definitely not going to influence his wager.
The agent who had already introduced himself as Derek, after Princess conveniently needed something from the top shelf of the supply closet (Jesse was literally standing right next to her), leaned against the high counter of the desk hub. âHonestly? It might happen once we finish up this case.â He admitted.
Amhad scribbled something down on his notepad and nodded. âDoes he usually do stuff like that?â He added, hoping to pull more info for his betting board.
Derek laughed, catching the attention of a few nurses and the rest of his team. ââStuff like that?â You mean smiling? Talking?â He questioned, crossing his arms. âWe have a pretty strict rule of not profiling each other. But right nowâŚâ He trailed off, looking back to the exam room. You were glowing while Hotch commended you for your suture work, holding the mirror just low enough to showcase a rare grin from the man. âIâd say heâs got himself a little crush.â
A little crush.
The words rattled in Robbyâs ears as he gripped his iPad so tightly that his thumbs nearly shattered through the screen protector. Dana looked up from her computer monitor just in time to catch the vein threatening to burst across his forehead.
âWhatâs got ya down, boss?â She asked with feigned ignorance, leaning back in her rolling chair.
Robby peered over his glasses, cutting her an aggravated glance. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He grumbled.
Dana smirked and threw her arms behind her to prop up her head. She was too pleased with the situation unraveling in front of her. âOh yeah? You mean youâre not throwing a hissy fit because someone else is playing with your toys?â She baited.
Robby tossed the iPad on the desk next to her. âSheâs not a toy.â
âNo? Then why are you treating her like one?â Dana spat back.
That hit him square in the chest. He shook his head, like he was trying to convince himself. âIâm not treating her like-â
Dana took the iPad and stood, ready to walk away from this conversation. âSave your breath, Robby. If the girl wants to flirt with a hot detective and get drinks and, I donât know, fuck around and move to Quantico, then let her. Sheâd give you the world, but youâre just using her as a stepping stone to your next seven week itch. Let her be with someone that deserves her.â
Robby stood frozen at the desk hub as Dana headed to the next patientâs room. He knew he didnât deserve you. He knew this fuckass FBI agent would probably treat you like a princess. He knew that he should still let you down easy tonight.
You came out of the exam room, a giddy smile on your face, that quickly faded when you saw Robby staring at you. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â You asked gently, approaching him slowly.
Robby just smiled, ignoring the ache he felt when your smile vanished just from looking at him, and shook his head. âNothinâ. Thanks for handling that.â He deflected, desperately hoping to see you smile again, but for him this time, not that agent with a sharp jaw that isnât softening with age and-
âNo problem, Doctor Robby.â You fake saluted with the tiniest smile before walking away.
Doctor Robby.
Not Michael.
That dagger sank deep and twisted in his lungs. You were pulling away from him. You were realizing exactly what Robby was trying to protect you from. That heâs no good for you. That heâs only going to drag you down deeper and drown you if he stays.
Robby should be grateful that Agent Hotchner has you checking your hair and straightening your scrub top in the bathroom before returning to his exam room. That would make his plan for tonight flow a lot smoother. But suddenly, the reality of losing you, of giving you up, of handing you to another man, had him sick to his stomach.
He didnât know how, but Robby was going to win you back. He didnât have a choice.