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daisybees · 1 year
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COVID FREE LADS WE STAY WINNING
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wabblebees · 2 years
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amateur-aquarist · 3 months
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tips for introducing new critters into your tank
after you have cycled your tank and all your parameters meet your goals, youre ready to add some fish.
the biggest thing is to source your fish from a reputable seller. but thats another tangent, because regardless where you get your fish you do Not wanna mix their tank water with your tank water.
(you will definately hear people talk about having a quarentine tank, if youre introducing fish for the first time you can skip this step. it mainly exists for when you already have an established community. )
the first thing in introducing fsh is to take your bag of fish and put set it in your tank. let the bag float for a bit to raise the temperature of the water cause it most likely got a little cold during transport.
this is where it gets super simple. just put the fish in your tank. cut the bag and use your net to scoop them out into your tank.
some people drip acclimate their fish first which ill explain how to do but it really honestly doesnt matter too much. essentially what youll do is either take your open bag of critters or dump the bag ajd its contents into a bucket. then you grab some airline tubing and tie one end into a loose knot, put the unknotted end in your tank and take the knotted end and quickly suck on it like a straw, quick and easy. ik it sounds disgusting and like youll get fish tank water in your mouth but you really wont i swear. literally one breath in and the water will flow. then you tighten the knotted end until the water is flowing at a steady drip, put it in the vessel with your new fish, and wait an hour or two. once your water has doubled transfer your fish.
leave the light off and let the fish get settled in. key red flags to look out for is if the fish is at the bottom of your tank unmoving gaspong for air, that means youve shocked them. dont beat yourself up, just keep an eye on them. they should perk up but if they dont and unfortunately pass from the shock, you arent a bad person, just learn from your mistakes for next time.
there are different products that exist that market themsleves as something to add when you add new fish (for example seachem stability). you dont need these products honestly. save your money.
anyway heres a favorite source of mine [x]
heres a video on drip acclimation [x]
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buckactuallys · 9 months
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uhh i want to know about prompt #37 and maybe pker or quarentine ?
prompt #37 is one more soft prompt that i’m working on, here’s a snippet:
Buck is pacing. He knows it’s stupid, knows it doesn’t make the minutes pass faster, but he braved the hellish drive to LAX and now he doesn’t have the patience to just stand here and stare at the board displaying the arrivals, waiting for the flight from ELP to switch from “On Approach” to “Arrived”.
He stops when it finally does, but then immediately starts pacing again. Eddie only traveled with hand luggage, but it’s still gonna be ages until he’s off the plane and stepping through the gates.
He’s glad no one here knows that it’s only been three days since he last saw Eddie, they’d probably call them co-dependent. But what they also don’t know is that Eddie kissed Buck for the first time right before he left for El Paso, and that Buck has been absolutely yearning to do it again since then.
poker fic: i started this one before we knew what the poker scene was about but then i got completely stuck. the premise is that eddie has a sex dream about buck (which starts out with them playing poker) and then can’t look him in the eye and is generally super awkward around him, until they eventually figure it out of course. maybe one day i’ll finish it as a funny little au
and the quarantine fic is a fic about buck, eddie, hen and chim quarantining at buck’s loft. it’s another one of those super old wips that i can’t fully let go of, especially because i still think we as a fandom haven’t used that situation enough yet skfjsk, but i don’t really know anymore where i wanted it to go after this:
It’ll be challenging, but by the time they get ready for bed, Buck is optimistic that they’ll get through a couple of weeks like this without major problems.
When he’s in bed watching Eddie slide under the covers in just his boxers and a t-shirt, he’s not so sure anymore all of a sudden. His bed suddenly doesn’t seem big enough for two grown men at all.
Eddie turns onto his side, facing Buck, so Buck does too.
“You okay?”
Eddie gives him a small smile. “Yeah. I miss Chris, but he’s safe with Abuela and that’s what matters.”
“It’s okay to be upset about the situation anyway. It sucks that you can’t be with your son.”
Eddie hums but clearly doesn’t want to get into it, so Buck doesn’t press. He’s very aware of Hen and Chimney on the couch below them, probably still awake too.
“It’s really nice of you to let us all stay with you,” Eddie says quietly. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Couldn’t leave my friends hanging. Besides, don’t thank me too early - maybe Hen’s right and we’ll all end up hating each other.”
“I never said that!” Hen yells from downstairs. “And now sleep, you two are worse than my kids!”
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runixa · 8 days
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I'm suddenly really really struggling mentally with the crash I'm in.
I just... A quarentined for a week. A week of lying on a mattress on the floor and resting.
I finally got out and spent, like, three days doing stuff.
I kept thinking I was taking it easy but my brain kept thinking of stuff I needed to do and then doing it. (It's the combo of a d.d and brain fog. It's gotten me before.) The whole time I felt like I hadn't really done anything all day but actually did way more than I usually let myself do on a good day.
And I should have been taking it easy for nearly another week.
So now I've retriggerd it. I'm as bad off as when I started after a weekend with my family without my wheelchair.
Except I feel more nauseaus and crampy and generally Ill.
And I feel like screaming and crying. Running away from my body. Ripping my skin apart with my nails so the me inside can escape.
I'm just... Crying. Witch of course I haven't to find a way to stop, because that costs energy.and I'm feeling lonely, but unable to deal with company. And angry and just....
I was doing so well at recovering fully from each crash until now.
And that was definitely the right move. This sucks so fucking much
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nyxthesis · 1 year
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Advanced Warfare Infection (Burger town) Exo Zombies Review
+Map has two solid training spots which is much better then outbreak
+the maps ending saw the introduction of Bruce Campbells character to the mix
+has a better trap selection than outbreak especially the one on top of burger town itself
Cons:
-Oz felt even more unbearable to play as then in outbreak which would be fine if you could just mute the characters and nothing else but no you can't, a feature that was in world at war was not in advanced warfare, that to me is just embarrassing
-easter egg step with the valves and meat have to many spawn locations to memorize, well you can memorize them but fuck is it alot to remember and with zombies bleeding out and qurentine rounds making it so maybe the area your looking for the meat is unavailable just makes the process take way to long
-the wonder weapon is not too bad power wise but it is severely lacking in the ammo department to the point I don't think it's worth using it your going for high rounds
-with all the rng that the map already has they felt the need to make one step where you need the maps wonder weapon, all you do is shoot the meat, that step felt like an excuse to make you use the wonder weapon beacuse why else would you use it
-surivor rounds are one of the worst things in zombies history, it ruins the flow or rythem that you maybe developing (which is a huge theme with this map) and the survivors are almost impossible to protect and if you fail to protect them you get punished heavily, every generator shuts down so you can't buy perks but on top of that you can't buy ammo for wall weapons or upgrade your guns so on a map with a wonder weapon with shit ammo you get punished for what feels like way to long by not being able to even get ammo or hell even hit the box/3d printer all you can really do is wait and it is the most mind numbing thing in zombies having to wait to even get a weapon but that's not all of you do somehow manage to save them what's your reward? All you get is the current weapon you're holding upgraded by one rank..... That's just plain insulting weapon upgrades cost 2 500 points/credits which you can get in no time at all so the rewards are just pointless, a waste of time like everything on this map speaking of wastes of time
-quarentine rounds make it so one of three main area's (excluding the damn sewer of course) are filled with gas that leaves you infected but to make this even better when you get to later rounds 2 areas cam get shut down and if your unlucky they will be the areas you can upgrade your weapon to get more ammo making the maps ammo issue even worse, I even heard that eventually all 3 areas can get locked down at once leaving you no choice but to go into the sewers speaking of the sewers
-the sewers are so dark and grey that it's hard to see which would be bad enough if it weren't for those annoying as hell steps that you need to look for the valves or meat and besides just the sewers this has to be the most ugly map in zombies history just looking at it makes me want to vomit with how desaturated it looks
-the goliath could have been a good boss enemy if not for the devs giving him emp abilites which were annoying enough with the regular emp zombies so that makes him just a pain in the ass and in general he's just a annoying bullet spunge that beacuse his shield there is no great way to take him out fast from what I could tell
-the easter egg step where you have to season the golden pan (yes I know it's as stupid as it sounds) has almost no room to train the zombies and they are too fast and agressive for you to be able to make space making it feel like a death sentence but no it's needed for this god forsaken easter egg
-the easter egg it's self just fucking sucks, it's not fun, it's not interesting hell even the set piece of launching the rocket feels joyless with how miserable this map is and what are you even trying to do for most of the egg you may ask? Building a burger. That's right your main quest is building a damn burger and the game takes it dead serious, what a joke
-there is still dog rounds but they spawn in with zombies so remember that ammo issue I mentioned earier, well now you don't have that gimme easy max ammo round to keep you from running out too easy
-there is only one disinfection chamber and it's so far out of the way that if your hit on a host round you have to book it to the chamber as fast as possible to even have a chance I swear this map fails in everyway
Overall I may have forgotten some flaws this map has it has that many but there is no doubt in my mind that this is easily the worst map In all of zombies and it will take alot for any map to over take it
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existenceisalot · 3 years
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too tired to make multiple posts heres a life update:
1. was sick yesterday bc body unhappy that i ate wendys. slept on and off all day. better today but tired.
2. everyone in my gap year program (7 of us) is coming back from thxgvg tmw and we have to quarentine separately for a week and we're living in two different houses instead of just our one house and im sad
3. that also means i dont get to hang out with my girlfriends for a week even though we live in the same place bc we have to do the whole masks and six feet things which yeah i get it but im sad and want hugs :(
4. i fell asleep at 6pm today and slept for four and a half hrs and now its past 3am and i cant sleep and i have to be up at 8am aaaaa
5. we have almost no food in the house due to being gone for thxgvg so ive mostly been eating ritz crackers and leftover pie
6. i may be reading polyam getting together fics on ao3 to remind myself that its not that weird of a concept and yeah this is like what i used to do reading gay stories to tell myself being gay was cool and normal actually
7. im so bored and lonely nothing to add just ://
8. still super proud of my sibling who figured out this week that they are nb and specifically agender and also chose a new name all since thursday evening wow way to be cool
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weirdhappycigarette · 3 years
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comets-blazing · 2 years
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Wanna sing but I can't sing good cause of stupid allergies >:[
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greek-memes · 4 years
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Dionysus *drinking wine*:
Hera: Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking?
Dionysus: *breathes in* I’m stuck in the house with you for the foreseeable future. I’m two seconds away from turning you into a dolphin and setting the maenads on your children.
Hera: How dare you speak to me like that! I could throw you off Olympus like I did Hephaestus!
Dionysus: I’ll tell Apollo you want to hear his new poetry
Hera:
Dionysus:
Hera: Pour me a glass
Apollo: hEY!!!!
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apokoliips · 4 years
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If you kinda hate the world then clap your hands
👏👏
If you kinda hate the world then clap your hands
👏👏
If it's stressy and depressy and the whole things kinda messy if you kinda hate the world then clap your hands
👏👏
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channoticedmeuwu · 3 years
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going from our summer → we lost the summer 
wait but this is what happened to me 
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stvntheman · 4 years
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yes officer, this is the man that stole my heart!
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During this isolation ... getting even worse
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fake-little-moon · 4 years
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A message for all those who are having Online classes:
🖤It is okay not to want to turn on your camera if you feel anxiety.
It is fine if you need to mute your microphone because there is a lot of noise in your house.
It's okay to justify being late and turning in assignments late if something gets out of hand.
🖤 You are not useless, remember to make an effort because knowledge makes you free, and above all, appreciate and respect the work of teachers.
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finleyjayne · 4 years
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Everyone is Sad Sometimes
Steve Rodgers x Reader
Summary: During a depressive episode the end of the tunnel can seem impossible to reach. Your therapist says that you are not alone in your feelings but you don’t believe them. They don’t live in a compound with superheroes. After a run in with a certain super soldier, You can’t help but wish to bask your sorrows in your secret stash of icecream, what will happen when someone else has the same Idea?
Warnings: Angst, Panic Attacks
A/N: Sorry not sorry, Thank you for the photo Google. Also I’m going to tag @captain-rogers-beard​ because I am new and I want at least one person to read this.(Thank you Mimi)
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Depression hits everyone at one time or another. That's what your therapist keeps telling you. It's just hard to see how the literal superheroes around you are dealing with depression. Like sure Tony locks himself into his bubble of work, Natasha goes missing for a week every month, and Bucky... don't even start with Bucky. Even Thor could be seen putting himself into the line of fire more after his brother's death. So maybe Dr. Pronce isn't wholly wrong. 
At least that was what you were starting to believe. Until Steve walked into the small breakroom, you were currently using to meditate. Steve was a God among men, and he had yet to have an "off" day in your presence. Compared to your increasing lack of good days, Steve was perfect. Even now, he was whistling a jaunty tune, his steps bouncing as he set up his sketchpad in front of the windows. 
Sitting in the corner, obscured by a stately, wingback chair as you were, he didn't even notice you. Which was great for people watching. Even better for you to get a nonpartial read on how the imposing, and reserved man before you was really feeling. Keeping quiet, you watched as he smiled to himself. A relaxed, carefree thing., full of contentment. You fought the urge to sigh. 
How could he be so happy about what was going on outside? It was overcast, all the trees were dead, the snow was murky because of all the combat drills that had been done throughout the field since it had last snowed. Even the cardinals and squirrels that found their homes in the nearby trees were absent. Probably hunkering down for before the next storm was supposed to hit.  
Your frown deepened at the thought. The winter storms did nothing to help your increasing hopelessness; in fact, they seemed to do the opposite. Not only did they make the impending sense of doom that you usually could keep at bay absolutely unbearable, but the dramatic pressure changes also made your very human body ache from all of the past abuse you've lived through. 
Before you can realize how it would give you away, you start to rub at a particularly sore scar on the side of your forearm. Even after the Captain was staring surprised at you, you continued to stare at him.
"I hope you realize it's impolite to stare." He says casually, his eyes barely flickering to you before going back to the window.
You startle slightly at being noticed. "I've heard that before. I've also heard that it's impolite to do a great many other things, Captain. Most of which the population of America does every single day." You respond, continuing to stare.  
Steve chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes the armchair across from your hiding place. "Oh, really? What would this list consist of?"
"Crossing your arms." you deadpan, pulling your knees closer. 
"Touche," he states, leaning back into the chair, relaxing his arms. Going back to his leisure surveillance. His hands twirling a charcoal pencil between their lithe fingers. 
After what was probably too long a silence, words pop out of your mouth. "What are you looking at? There are better views out of the other windows. The snow isn't even clean." 
"Sometimes, the lack of beauty is where true beauty lies." He whispers, his voice convincingly soft. 
"Who are you quoting, my mother?"
"Not quoting anyone. Just trying to remember what a friend. If I was to quote them, I would've said, 'Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.'" His voice wavered a bit as he continued to stare out the window. Turning to you, he cleared his throat. "What are you doing behind the chair instead of in it?" 
You laugh sardonically, "Meditating. I'm a bit of a claustrophile."
He gives you a strange look. "Oh? Are you sure you aren't hiding from something."
"Steve, not that it's any of your business, but I am always hiding from something. It's daily life for me," you say. Not wanting to answer any more questions, you stand lithely make your way to the door. 
He looked startled at your abrupt movement. "You don't have to go. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Look, Steve, I know you are just trying to be helpful. I also know that you can't really stop being yourself, and I don't really want to either. But I really can't handle being in the same room with your positivity right now. You're too happy, and it's not making me feel any better about my lack of happy. So stay, enjoy your sketching, see you at training tomorrow." You turn around before you could see the hurt playing over his face.
Later that night, you still felt awful at your inability to be content with any of the blessings you have been given since becoming one of the Avengers. Even when in sleep, the unending hopelessness caused your sinuses to burn until you woke yourself up with your tears. Finally, giving up around two in the morning, you make your way to the secondary kitchen in search of your hidden stash of comfort icecream. 
To your surprise, the light in the kitchen is on when you round the corner. Trying to act like you aren't dying on the inside, you circle the island cupboards to see the weirdest sight of your life.
Captain America, sitting on the floor, eating a bowl of Kellog Flakes, talking seriously into the phone. "I don't know what to do. I ran into her today. She blatantly told me tha..." he looks up and freezes midword. You could faintly hear the other person on the line calling for him, but couldn't care less. Staring straight ahead as you got your icecream and a spoon as quickly as you could manage. Fighting off the new wave of tears.
Gods, what were you going to do? Your depression was going to lose you your spot on the team? Was it really that bad? You went to every training session, you made it a point to listen to all direction, and worked extra hard every mission to prevent this from happening. What would you do if you lost this too?
Your thoughts tore violently through your brain, leaving you unable to pay attention to your surroundings anymore. You were just outside of your door when a calloused hand caught your arm. The forlorn wail you were holding just behind your teeth severed the still night air, pulling the ripcord on the tears fighting to be free. Your distress shredded any sense of coordination you had as you collapsed into Steve's rock-hard chest.
"(Y/N), (Y/N), please, let me explain."
"NO," you sobbed. "Let go of me, If you wanted to get rid of me, all you had to do was ask. I'm a big girl, I can take a little tough love."
That seemed to shock Steve. "What?"
You yanked your arm harshly from Steve's stunned grip. "That's what you were talking to whoever that was about, wasn't it? You finally realized that I am not worth it. That I don't belong and weren't sure how to break the news to me since I'm so depressed. Well lucky you, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I'll have my stuff packed and be out by the end of the week." You turn away as tears waterfall down your face. 
Before you can get a decent grip on the doorknob, Steve's hand finds its place on top of yours. "No. I don't want you to leave." He states confidently. "It's quite the opposite actually. I like you. I was asking Clint how to handle my feelings since you clearly don't feel the same."
That stops you in your struggle for the doorknob. You look up at the imposing man beside you through bleary eyes. "What did you just say?"
"I like you, sweetheart. I was worried about you, and I didn't know what to do. So I called Clint. He seems to know the most about women."
You stood there, shocked for a second. "You like me."
"You make it really hard not to."
"What do you mean?"
"Sweetheart, you are a gorgeous, strong, independent, caring, hardworking woman. I'd be stupid not to have feelings for you."
"But I'm so grumpy, and when I'm not grumpy, I'm sad," you argue, scrunching your eyes together in confusion.
"Everyone gets sad. You are just less adept at hiding your feelings than some of us are. That's okay. I know you don't see it right now, but you haven't always been this way, and even if you stay this way, I know that you are worth every ounce of love and respect that I've given you."
You just stare at him. Trying to find any hint at the lie. He just stood there, staring right back into your eyes and, you couldn't help the tiny flutter of hope that settled deep in your tummy. A slight twitch, like the flick of a cat's tail as it basks in the sun. You missed her, and you knew that if Steve continues to look at you like that, you were going to be feeling more than just the flick of her tail.
"You quoting my therapist now too? Or is it just more of your friends?"
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