i might start taking a hot water bottle to my lectures not gonna lie

being a lizard is not very fun actually i have to sleep on warm rocks and not go outside

Managing temperature in this house is so difficult. It was pretty warm outside last night so my room turned into an oven. But there aren't any screens in the upstairs windows so I can't just leave the window open. But once the outside temperatures drop again, most of the house will be too cold. Ugh.

hpv vaccine got me fucked up

well the good news is all my inflammatory markers were negative because i've been taking 600 mg ibuprofens every day like i'm the brand ambassador and paid sponsor of Big Ibuprofen. i also don't have mono or HIV. the bad news is that nobody has any idea why i keep getting fevers but now they want to take me off xolair & i have to make the allergy clinic explain why that would make me 1000x Worse lol

my body is very bad at maintaining homeostasis omfg

i would do literally anything to go for a swim in some cool water right now

Question about your OCs

what characters cannot handle the cold

here in my house is like really cold so I'm curious what character cannot handle the cold

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* I LOVE TALKING ABOUT WEIRDLY SPECIFIC DETAILS OF MY OCS

* Alright. First up are Bonnie and Noah. Whenever it gets cold, they tend to shiver a lot and layer up even if they're indoors. They also sleep a lot more and just seem tired

* I made them like that because I thought bunnies hibernated, so I thought it would be cool to make them get sleepy in winter. BUT BUNNIES DON'T HIBERNATE SO THESE GUYS ARE JUST TIRED FOR NO REASON 😭

* But ignoring that, Karro also hates the cold. It makes him really angry when he feels chills when he's trying to sleep and whatnot

* Jax doesn't like the cold either. He prefers summer WAY more, so winter just kinda pisses him off

Vincent does not do well in the heat and their migraines are triggered by extreme weather...

They do work through the migraines as best they can but hot days are the bane of their existence...

Deathworlders everywhere but in Space

This is sitting in my brain because I haven't seen anyone else do this, but take a second to think about this: There are other deathworlders in space, terrifying ones, huge monster orc things. They are massive and nightmarish and impossibly strong. So thats why humans stand out. Thats how we survive. Human's are terrifying because we aren't built for one biome, one climate or even one planet. We aren't necessarily the strongest or fastest or scariest looking, but we're built to survive fucking everything. What if other deathworlder's are almost always only made to survive in one climate? (similar to some of the most deadly predators on earth currently) All the other deathworlders are terrifying, yes, but the second they step off their planet they're weak. Massive aliens of hulking muscle but their planet's gravity is a lot lower than the standard, so they barely meet the average strength bar whenever they go outside their gravity zone. Aliens that have venomous spikes all over their body and look gnarly as shit but their venom has practically no effect on 99% of discovered intergalactic species. Deathworlders whose planet is the nether from minecraft IRl, but they can't survive in any other temperature for any amount of time because their body just can't handle the cold and regulate their temperate (or, vice versa for tundra species). Aquatic species that are kraken-like nightmares, giant sirens and deadly squid-like beings. But they can't leave their home at all, because theres a very specific chemical makeup of their water that isn't currently found within their life-span distance travel. Deathworlders that genuinely can barely survive off planet and are frail compared to even the most docile prey species whenever they have to travel. Their called deathworlders because going to their planet is certain death, but if they leave they'll be meeting death just as quickly. And then along come humans, and everyones like, oh, another deathworlder, nothing to worry abou- wait. These guys dont seem to loose any of their natural strength off planet... and their fast and strong... and- AND THEY CAN SURVIVE IN PRACTICALLY ANY CLIMATE IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE??? HELLO? Oh and of course their predators. Of course most of their planet is completely uninhabitable for most of us. Mhm, yep. thats fair. Totally Basically, deathworlders are a thing, the more common 'terrifying alien monster' type, but their harmless because they can't survive like everyone else. They can't thrive like humans can. It scares the shit out of everyone for a wholeeeeee while, after all, no one ever expected a deathworlder that doesn't die.

Hazel fucking woke me up and now I wanna shower but can't [spongebob deflating sfx]

i wrote two more things but it is Too Hot to focus so that’s it for now

i hate heat with a passion

That nurse au? Devoured it and it lives in my brain rent free. If Simon and Johnny notice the bruises on Nurse do they share looks? Maybe Johnny tries to gently ask about them? I loved this so much.

Anon is referencing this. The way nurse x ghoap has spread through my brain like a flesh eating bacteria is insane. And I can't actually answer this ask because I'm writing it as a fic but I'm happy to give you a little possible snippet/glimpse/ramble down below:

The tablet in your hand chimes, drawing your attention away from the vending machine and to it's far-too-bright-for-this-ungodly-hour screen, to where it displays a status change in red.

268: 38.5 degrees.

Fuck. You abandon your sub par dinner options for nearly sprinting to the room, slowing to a walk to take long, deep breaths before your knuckles are rapping on the glass. Get control of yourself. Simon is too perceptive. He will panic. It could be nothing.

You don't even bother acknowledging your thought process there, the truth that is starting to bleed from your heart, through your body like a disease. The reason why you check on them so often, the reason why you can't stop thinking about them, even when you're off shift. The reason why, when you go home in the morning to go to bed, you drift off thinking about Johnny's sleepy smile, or Simon's voice, humming in your ears.

"Hi." You whisper when you slip inside. He straightens a bit in the armchair, but you're happy to see he's using it as a recliner now, progress from last week when he wouldn't even let himself lean backwards, or fall asleep willingly.

His brow furrows above the black mask.

"Hey, everything alright?" Shit. You're not surprised, you were just in here, after all. Spending too much time sitting in the chair opposite him, next to Johnny, on your break before your patient fell asleep.

"Yeah, I ah... have to draw some blood." You really do not want to wake him up, or alarm Simon, but you also refuse to lie to either of them. You fire off a text to the attending on call, just to advise him of Johnny's temperature and the impending labs that he can expect, before sliding a drawer open as softly as possible and pulling out everything you'll need. You can feel his gaze burning a hole in your scrubs, his ever present scrutiny impossible to escape. Sometimes you think he might be reading your fucking mind.

"He just fell asleep." He protests, and you think, you imagine, that he's frowning behind the mask. You think you almost know what it looks like, strong mouth pulled downwards in consternation, wide jaw gnashed tight.

"I know, but he's running just a bit of a fever." He jolts, and you hold up a hand in caution. "It's not too high, so I'm not super worried, but we'll need to check his white cell count, just in case okay? And then we'll go from there."

"Post op fever is common." He repeats the words you told him last week, after Johnny's second surgery, the one where they went in for the pneumothorax complication, and you nod to reassure him.

"Right. So, just going to do a quick blood draw and get it downstairs so we can find out what's going on." Simon shifts uncomfortably, but nods. You squeeze Johnny's shoulder softly, before swabbing the spot on the inside of his elbow.

He blinks, eyes opening slowly, confused brow smoothing when he looks from his partner, over to you.

"There's our girl." He mumbles softly, and your face heats, eyes widening in surprise before you regulate your reaction. Simon coughs, loudly, and you shake your head with a nervous smile.

"Such a flirt, MacTavish." You tie him fast, fingers a little more clumsy than usual, off balance from hearing him say 'our girl', like you mean something to them. "I just need to get some blood and then I'll leave you in peace." He shrugs, but Simon grabs for his hand and squeezes it.

"Ah come on, Si." He slurs, but reaches to cup Simon's cheek over the mask, rubbing a thumb over the fabric.

"You're runnin’ a fever, Johnny."

"Ach. 's nothing." He brushes it off, but you watch how his eyes are slow to track Simon's movements. You casually glance at the monitor, noting his blood pressure.

"Could be." You assure him. "But can't be too sure, so we're going to check a few labs, alright?" He nods, sleepy, already falling back under, and you pull the needle, taping a small patch of gauze over the puncture in one fell swoop. “Alright. Let me run these down, and I’ll be back up to check on you in a bit.” You turn, stripping your gloves off into the trash.

“We’ll miss ye.” He whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully, even as your stomach clenches.

Simon’s eyes don’t leave you for a single second, not until the door is shut and you’re out of sight.

Miguel-hugs anon (or not anymore) here hehe, lemme hit you with another random scenario I have in mind with him (I dreamt about it actually😩)

Noticing that Miguels hands are cold and trying to warm them up by taking them in yours but noticing that you can't even cover them because his hands are HUGE (idk why that makes me so soft???)

Or the other way around, him taking your hands into his and they're so big and warm and AGHSHGDGS

(I don't know if this is ooc tbh blame my dreams if it is)

Btw I hope it's okay if I keep sending these little scenarios!

gn!reader × miguel o'hara (fluff turned spicy at the end)

after having his dna spliced up with that of the spider, miguel's hands never seemed to be warm.

ever.

even if it was the hottest day of the year, his hands remained as cold as ice.

you liked having his cool palms around your skin whenever it was summer, their temperature perfect for cooling you down on hot days.

but during winters, it was an entirely different story.

miguel never complained about this, seemingly getting used to his body temperature being all over the place, but you felt bad that he had to walk around with such cold hands.

you've made him some gloves so he could keep his hands warm, but they didn't help his case all that much.

and when you heard him ranting once about how it's stings whenever he has to hold something, that his fingertips sore from the cold, you knew you had to do something about it

"tsk—can't fuckin' hold anything—" he tossed the book he had picked up on the table, and sat down beside you. he rubbed his hands together, in an attempt to warm them up enough.

"miggy, did you take your rapture shot this week?" you sighed, usually it helped keep his temperature regulated. that is if it didn't slip his mind.

the guilty look on his face answered your question for you.

you sighed, putting your phone aside and gently grabbing his wrists. confused, he moved with you, staring at you quizzically.

"what are you doing—" you shushed him, gently placing your warm palms over his freezing cold skin.

you couldn't even hold them properly, struggling to cover his finger tips. miguel's hands were much bigger and heavier than yours, always filling you with some sense of security when he wrapped them around you.

"baby—" he chuckled, "what the shock are you doing?" his tone wasn't mocking, rather in awe of your little gesture.

"trying to warm you up, is it working?"

he didn't have the heart to tell you it wasn't really doing anything, so he just smiled.

"you're too sweet, amor." he took your hands in his, and gently brought your fingers to his lips, kissing them. "they're doing something for sure."

"mm, I can't even cover them with my own. too big." you chuckled, rubbing your hands with one of his in between them.

"hm. maybe having them in between your hands isn't the solution." he moved, taking his free hand and trailing up your thigh till he reached the hem of your sweatshirt.

"oh yeah, what are you suggesting then?" you chuckled, feeling his hand glide up your shirt till it reached your waist. his fingers wrapped around your body, their coldness evaporating against your warmed-up skin.

"I think you know what I'm suggesting."

In theriotype habitat research, especially when questioning, try not to imagine the place as you would experience it in the body you have right now. Don't cross off all desert animals because you pass out in extreme heat; think about how you might feel about the desert if you were cold-blooded or had temperature regulating ears and fur. Don't cross off all aquatic animals because you're a bad swimmer; how would you feel about swimming if you had fins or flippers? Would it be freeing, euphoric? Same goes for heights, and wings.

I dismissed the idea of being a rainforest animal for so long because I never felt drawn to media depictions of rainforests, in fact felt uncomfortable at the idea of them. Times I have actually been in a tropical rainforest myself (albeit one in a completely different hemisphere from my theriotype) I was overwhelmed by the heat, vegetation, and insects. But black-shouldered opossums aren't traipsing around on the overgrown forest floor where a human would be; we live exclusively in the canopy, which is an entirely different lifestyle from which to experience a rainforest.

We all know physical attributes do not determine your theriotype. This is basic, entry level knowledge. Yet I still see people say they can't be, for example, an arctic fox even though everything lines up, because they can't handle the cold. How well you tolerate certain environments is just another physical attribute your body has.

Own you

God!yandere x y/n

Summary: you try to run away from a God, but underestimate his power

Warnings: blood, mentions of needles and knives

Word count : 0.6k

[before we start, I want to say that this god has nothing to do with any religion, it's my own creation and only for fun! It is not meant to offend anyone♡]

How could you ever think that you could escape? Don't you know that he knows everything, sees everything? Your human legs carry you the quickest they can throughout the forest. You have no idea where you are or how you got here, but you knoe he has something to do with it. You remember being in his weird palace and opening a door and ... suddenly ending up here. Wherever this is.

You're barefoot. The ground hits you like lego under your feet. The strong wind tries pulling you back to him, but you refuse to succumb. You have to keep on going.

The wind starts going two ways, capturing you in the middle. Your hair flows around your face and vocers your vision. But you can't give up. You can't submit.

Snow starts falling from the cloudy sky. It's summer, it shouldn't snow. You know it's all his work. And it's a clever one this time. Knowing your clothes are way too thin to keep you warm in a blazing snowstorm keeps you from running. You close your arms around you and continue walking. The icy snowflakes clash against your bare skin like knives and needles. It's not a friendly snowstorm he's unleashed upon you. You want to scream in pain, but if you do, you'll get the sharp snowflakes in your mouth and risk cutting your throat.

After a few minutes of walking, you sink down on your knees in the snow. Your legs can't carry you anymore. Sobbing erupts from your throat. Your tears freeze on your cheeks. You look down and notice how your skin has gotten marks after the harsh snoflakes. What were they made of? Glass shards?

"Please stop!" you shout. "It hurts!"

You lay down with your face down and arms over your head to protect your eyes. You can't move anymore. It hurts too much and your body is too cold and weak. All you can do is cry in pain.

"Learned your lesson?"

You peak up and see the godly figure standing in the middle of the storm. He looks down at you, golden eyes scanning you. He kneels down and places his warm hand on your cheek, melting the frozen tears. You lift your cold, trembling hands and place them on his chest, needing warmth. He can regulate his body temperature to whatever you need. You can no longer feel your body.

He removes your hands. You try to protest, but nothing comes out of your mouth. It's like your voice has frozen too.

"You don't deserve my warmth until you've begged for forgivness and promise to never leave me again", the god says. "Do it."

"I-I'm sorry", you stutter and reach out for him again. "I'll n-never do it a-again!"

He tilts his hands and pick off a frozen tear from your cheek. he studis it and scoffs.

"How could you ever think that you could run away from me, human?" he asks. "I know everything there is to know. You didn't think I'd know where you were? You didn't think I'd find you? You belong to me, human and no one can keep you from me. I own this world and everything in it. I own you."

You start to lose your hearing. The god hugs you and lets you look for warmth in his arms. The snowstorm arounds you start to disappear and the summer warmth seeps back.

"Darling, look", the god whispers and nods up at the sky.

You look up and see a rainbow dancing across the blue sky. You can't help but gulp in adoration.

"I made it just for you", the man continues and kisses your temple. "I can give you everything. I can give you the stars. Literally. I will give you everything as long as you stay with me and never try this again. Now, let's go home, dearest. You need to rest."