heat flare


The upper atmosphere of the Sun is dominated by plasma filled magnetic loops (coronal loops) whose temperature and pressure vary over a wide range. The appearance of coronal loops follows the emergence of magnetic flux, which is generated by dynamo processes inside the Sun. Emerging flux regions (EFRs) appear when magnetic flux bundles emerge from the solar interior through the photosphere and into the upper atmosphere (chromosphere and the corona). The characteristic feature of EFR is the -shaped loops (created by the magnetic buoyancy/Parker instability), they appear as developing bipolar sunspots in magnetograms, and as arch filament systems in . EFRs interact with pre-existing magnetic fields in the corona and produce small flares (plasma heating) and collimated plasma jets. The GIFs above show multiple energetic jets in three different wavelengths. The light has been colorized in red, green and blue, corresponding to three coronal temperature regimes ranging from ~0.8Mk to 2MK. 

Image Credit: SDO/U. Aberystwyth

Shoutout to ppl with eczema. Who have eczema in places where you can’t hide with clothing. With eczema on their face, on their necks, hands, etc. who have to deal with stares and the judgement that you’re unhealthy or gross just because of your eczema. Who stay silent when people without eczema complain about having gross skin while silently pulling your sleeve over a new spot. Ones who fears that every itch will turn into something worse. Go you ppl, your skin is gorgeous and you’re amazing.

some important yamaguchi hcs

yamaguchi has rlly sensitive skin and eczema scars on his arms (especially around his elbows and wrists) and legs (mostly his knees and ankles, but also some on his upper thighs) and he’s really self conscious about them!! especially after being bullied for his freckles, he used to be so scared that his bullies would learn he had eczema too!! honestly his skin is such a worry for him always

it’s truly the w o r s t when it gets hot because even though he’s more confident now, he still prefers to wear long sleeves and not show any of his scars, so he sweats rlly bad which always causes more flare ups. it’s awful and he hates it.

but as a kid it was literal hell. he would never wear short sleeves and instead just swelter and suffer and try and deal with it, too nervous to let anyone see the rashes. he ended up fainting a few times from the heat.

the cold causes flare ups too but nowhere near as bad as the heat or high humidity. but he doesn’t mind as much because he can hide it more in cold weather

playing volleyball is a struggle sometimes but at this point he has a pretty good skincare routine so it’s not as bad as it was as a kid or just starting the sport. even still, he’s glad his knee pads help cover the scars and is considering trying to find elbow pads too

he never uses other people’s soaps or body washes and always carries a small pack in his bag in case he needs to shower unexpectedly, just in case it is something that causes a flare up


Smitten Elias is the best!!! 

“The tapping grows insistent, and I turn, intending to tell off the Cadet. Instead, I’m faced with a slave-girl looking up at me through impossibly long eyelashes. A heated, visceral shock flares through me at the clarity of her dark gold eyes. For a second, I forget my name.
I’ve never seen her before, because if I had, I’d remember. Despite the heavy silver cuffs and high, painful-looking bun that mark all of Blackcliff’s drudges, nothing about her says slave. Her black dress fits her like a glove, sliding over every curve in a way that makes more than one head turn. Her full lips and fine, straigh nose would be the envy of most girls, Scholar or not. I stare at her, realize I’m staring, tell myself to stop staring, and then keep staring. My breath falters, and my body, traitor that is, tugs me forward until there are only inches between us.
“Asp-aspirant Veturius.”
It’s the way she says my name - like it’s something to fear - that brings me back to myself. Pull it together, Veturius. I step away, appalled at myself when I see the terror in her eyes.
“What is it?” I ask calmly.”
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

Veturius is Bae and Laia you go girl

I wish I had a guy who would look at me like that, well done Tahir…well done. Another amazing fictional boyfriend to end my already chaotic love life.

ps: Daniela Braga who is a brazilian model and one of the Victoria’s Secret models is my perfect portrait for Laia. Still looking the perfect Elias…

Signs As Natural Disasters

Aries: Heat Waves

Taurus: Earthquake

Gemini: Hurricane

Cancer: Flash Flood

Leo: Solar Flare

Virgo: Drought

Libra: Tornado

Scorpio: Tsunami

Sagittarius: Volcanic Eruption

Capricorn: Wildfire

Aquarius: Blizzard

Pisces: Avalanche

you see, it’s a party trick:
you take a match, strike it, and eat the flame.
let the fire burn your lungs
as they blacken
and fade into ash.
let the fire flicker
into your veins,
devouring from within.
let the fire eat away
at the cold shell of your heart,
burning what was never there
in the first place.
let the fire consume you, demolish you,
until you’re gone
and all that’s left is the matchstick

or take a match, strike it, and eat the flame.
then spit it out, and watch
as the room burns around you.
laugh as walls melt into the ground,
as paintings and people blend
into a mess of smoke and ash.
laugh as his sly grin turns grey
before your eyes, wandering hands
put to rest at last.
laugh as you feel the heat
flare up your spine, until you’re gone
and all that’s left is echoes of your laughter

—  relax, it’s just a party trick | c.y.

twilight1513  asked:

Does your service dog do anything for your gastroparesis?

Full disclaimer, Rudy is not a fully task-trained Service Dog, nor does he do public access. He isn’t fully task trained just due my condition worsening during his training and as such I have not been able to upkeep the training like I wish I could have and he has stopped all public access work for the time being as he is showing stress when out in public and I would never work a stressed dog. 

That being said, here are a few tasks Rudy has performed to help my Gastroparesis and a few others that I intend to teach him in the future.

Deep Pressure Therapy:
This task is all-encompassing and helps a little bit with almost all of my conditions, depending on where Rudy is lying. When I am having a really bad GP flare up, heat and pressure are some of my best allies, but I don’t want a lot of pressure. Since Rudy only weighs 6 pounds, having him half lay on my stomach is akin to warming up a rice pillow, but without all the work of getting up and moving around, worsening my nausea.

This is another task that helps more than one condition. The main retrieval Rudy does is for dropped objects or things on the floor. When I’m experiencing a bad bout of nausea, bending down can give way to a vomiting fit that lasts hours, this is where Rudy comes in. When he gets older, I also intend to train him to get stuff like the bags I use for puking and my antiemetic medication. 

Medical Alert:
Some doctors believe that non-stinky farts (farts without the methane) are a sign of severe motility disorder. I’d believe them because Rudy has picked up the habit of sniffing my breath and booping my lips with his nose on days when my stomach is not working quite right. He often “checks” me in the morning right after i wake up and gives me the alert before I eat anything, this gives me enough time to decide if I should take anti-nausea meds or simply skip breakfast. This task is half-trained, as I used to ask Rudy to sniff my breath when he was young, hoping that he would later pick up what I smelled like when i was sick, I later added in some nose-boop commands when I was having a panic attack or vomiting episode and he took it from there.

Getting Assistance:
Rudy has not learned this task, but in the future I hope to teach him to get help if I’m ever incapacitated and need immediate assistance. Sometimes vomiting can cause me to faint or feel so weak that I can’t even talk, one day Rudy will learn to recognize these signs and automatically find the nearest person. He will then bark repeatedly at them, and lead them to where I am. 

Although this isn’t technically a task by ADA standards, Rudy also helps with my Gastroparesis by accompanying me to the bathroom. On bad days, I spend hours, huddled on the floor, and having Rudy there to give me DPT and keep me company makes that all much more bearable. 

Thanks for asking,


“A little bird told me that you’re in love.” Nishinoya flops down besides Yaku on the bench outside, uncapping his water bottle to take a big gulp.

“Excuse me?!” Yaku almost drops his own water bottle. The summer heat is flaring into the gym like a storm cloud of fire, intent on setting them all up in flames. Completely unnecessary, everyone is gasping for some air to get into their lungs. Kuroo and Bokuto are lying face-down in the grass outside the gym, mumbling something about teaching the Karasuno newbies some special training camp tactics. The rest of the teams is scattered all over the place. 

Yaku can’t keep his eyes from wandering around, just for a second, but Nishinoya grins immediately. “So it’s true. You’re smitten.”

“I’m not! Who told you that?” Yaku feels his cheeks grow hot. “I’m… there’s nobody like that. Even if there was someone - hypothetically - I wouldn’t have-”

“See,” Nishinoya interrupts him, and Yaku is surprised about the softness in his voice. It’s so unlike the unusual loud, excited behavior that Nishinoya seems to use his energy up for. “I thought I wouldn’t have a chance with my boyfriend, either.” 

Yaku swallows and looks down. “How do you know it’s a boy?” Wait. Noya has-

“Because you keep staring at Lev like a slightly angry, lovesick girl, and it’s really not subtle anymore.” 

Nishinoya laughs at Yaku’s mouth falling open. “Look, nobody has to know, but a piece of advice. From libero to libero.” He leans over, wrapping an arm around Yaku’s neck, and pulls him down. “Lev is dense. He’s similar to Asahi in that. So, why don’t you wait until after training and then just kiss him? Worst thing that could happen is that it may work.”

Somehow, Yaku finds his voice back, even though it’s just an embarrassing whisper. “You and Azumane - when even - you’re gay? And - it may work?!”

Nishinoya’s grin widens. He ruffles Yaku’s hair, a gesture that isn’t appreciated at all, and then stands to empty the rest of his water bottle over his head. “Well, you’re both not very subtle. Also I want someone to talk to. And most importantly, if I don’t get away from you now, I’ll get mauled to death by a lion. Good luck, you won’t need it.” He points over his shoulder and then runs off.

Yaku only follows the direction that Nishinoya has shown him a few seconds later. Oh. Lev is standing in the gym’s door, staring at Yaku, face as serious as Yaku’s never seen it before. But once their eyes meet, Lev jolts, his cheeks take on the colour of Nekoma’s shirts, and he calls for Yaku to come inside.

Huh. Go figure. Yaku screws the cap of his water bottle back on and grins. “I’ll be right there, Lev.”

sasukeuchiha-eternalmangekyou  asked:

“Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it.”

protective sentence starters
not accepting // @sasukeuchiha-eternalmangekyou

        Just what do you take me for? 

        Kakashi hardly gets angry, if ever, but he thinks the heat flaring between his ribs comes close right then. He’s not quite certain at what exactly — that he allowed it to get this bad, or that Sasuke’s right; that the younger man has surpassed him in leaps and bounds and Kakashi without his sharingan isn’t going to make much of a difference anyway. Inadequacy has no place on the battlefield unless it’s doused in crimson, after all.

        “You have a wife and a child, Sasuke.” Even battered and bloody, Kakashi still exudes a hidden fire that can sunder lightning; he is hokage, and the look he casts Sasuke is a reminder, a warning. Despite the lack of inflection in his tone, there is no denying the weight of his words. “Suicide or retreat — we do it together, understood?” 

         How do you expect me to face Sakura and Naruto if I return with only your blood on my hands and no body to account for your existence? I’d rather die here than drown in their grief.

Okay look, this really isn’t fair. Daichi’s just a man and he can only take so much, the line has to be drawn somewhere and if it has to be drawn along the soft curve of Suga’s lips, then so be it. 

Who even caused this? Oh, right. Hinata. Daichi kind of understands him to some degree - it’s the peak of summer, and the entire team is melting away in the flaring heat of the gym. Even when training ends and everyone slowly changes from one pair of shorts into a more casual one, the sun is still burning down on their faces as they exit the gym. And then Hinata says “ice cream”, and before Daichi can help it, everyone’s dragging him to a small shop in the busier part of town and he’s a few hunded yen poorer. 

It’s worth seeing Suga’s eyes light up, though. It’s also worth watching him excitedly choose lemon and almond for his ice cream cone, patiently waiting as the last in line just behind Daichi, all to calm Hinata’s enthusiastic bouncing and shut up Kageyama who keeps rambling about more practice and better tosses by getting them their ice cream as fast as possible. Everything’s well. Except.

Daichi hasn’t signed up for Suga eating ice cream as if he’s… kissing someone. Asahi, who’s far too aware of Daichi’s crush, is at least enough of a friend to shoot him a pitiful glance before shooing the team forward, giving Daichi and Suga some time to relax as they follow behind the group. 


What? Oh. Suga’s called his name. Daichi looks at him, blinking. “Y-yes?” It’s really hard to focus when Suga smiles like that, his eyes warm and squinting against the setting sun, mouth a bit white-shining from the rests of melted ice cream. Daichi stares. It’s been so easy to fall hopelessly for him-

“Your ice cream is dripping.”

And before Daichi can react, Suga leans in and licks a drop of strawberry off his ice cream cone. Daichi feels his face grow hot. “I didn’t - uhm. S-sorry.” But Suga just laughs. “Why are you apologising? It’s your ice cream, not mine. Don’t let it go to waste, though.” He goes back to his own cone, leaving Daichi to stare down at his ice cream. 

When he tastes the strawberry in his mouth, licking along the cold cream that’s rapidly melting away, Daichi can only think: an indirect kiss. 

And then, he thinks: Tomorrow, I’ll make it a real one.

  • Percy Jackson style: I hate you!
  • And your teddy bear!
  • TMI/TID style: I hope the ducks get you.
  • The Maze Runner style: May your eyebrows melt off from the heat of the Flare.
  • Harry Potter style: HISSSBITCHHAYISSHISS
  • The Hunger Games style: Caw caw motherfuckers, the MJ's coming for your ass.
  • Divergent style: You ain't Divergent. You're just factionless.
  • The Fault in Out Stars style: Even osteosarcoma doesn't like you enough.
  • The Selection style: Forget the strawberry tarts, your face can make anyone cry.
the signs as legendary pokemon.

aries: Reshiram, when this Pokémon’s tail flares, the heat energy moves the atmosphere and changes the world’s weather.

taurus: Tornadus, expels massive energy from its tail, causing severe storms. Its power is great enough to blow houses away.

gemini: Jirachi, the Wish Pokémon. Reputed to have the power to grant wishes, Jirachi only awakens for seven days every thousand years.

cancer: Lugia, it slumbers at the bottom of a deep trench. If it flaps its wings, it is said to cause a 40-day storm.

leo: Giratina, this Pokémon is said to live in a world on the reverse side of ours, where common knowledge is distorted and strange.

virgo: Meloetta, its melodies are sung with a special vocalization method that can control the feelings of those who hear it.

libra: Celebi, the Time Travel Pokémon. Celebi wanders across time as guardian of the forest. Wherever it appears, trees and grass flourish.

scorpio: Yveltal, when this legendary Pokémon’s wings and tail feathers spread wide and glow red, it absorbs the life force of living creatures.

sagittarius: Rayquaza, is said to have lived for hundreds of millions of years in the earth’s ozone layer, above the clouds. Its existence had been completely unknown because it lived so high in the sky.

capricorn: Uxie, known as “The Being of Knowledge.” It is said that it can wipe out the memory of those who see its eyes.

aquarius: Suicune, the Aurora Pokémon. It travels the world and purifies water wherever it goes, sailing on the North Wind.

pisces: Cresselia, the Lunar Pokémon. Shining particles are released from Cresselia’s wings like a veil, and it is said to represent the crescent moon.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Kuroken
A/N: Sassy Kuroo is my life.

As they walk to school together, Kenma trails behind Kuroo, distracted by the game he’s recently been playing on his phone. When he finally lifts his eyes from the screen he stares at Kuroo’s back and notes a significant item missing. 

With a frown, he says, “Kuroo…" 

Kuroo glances over his shoulder, brows high in question. 

"Your backpack…" 

Kuroo’s lips twitch. "What about my backpack?" 

Kenma slowly lowers his phone. "Don’t you need it for class?" 

It takes a moment, but Kuroo’s lips spread into a wide, seemingly pleasant smile. Kenma’s stomach tightens. He gets the feeling he’s not going to like the answer. He wants to take the question back before Kuroo can respond.

"You really expect me to carry my backpack after the way you tore up my back last night? How cruel!" 

Kenma’s eyes widen and his cheeks flare with heat. Instinctively he ducks down into the neck of his hoodie, his eyes darting every which way to ensure there is no one around to have heard Kuroo’s wildly inappropriate response. 

He should’ve stuck to his game,

ronan despises everything about phones, especially his own. but as soon as he realizes that adam’s weak for his dumb mirror selfies, he can’t put it down, sending pictures of himself raunchily sticking out his tongue and holding his black tee up to show his defined stomach and the dusting of hair that leads from his navel into low-slung jeans, chainsaw perched on his shoulder looking unimpressed.

and adam’s phone is old and shitty and the pictures are low-res and small on the screen but they’re enough to make his cheeks flush red and heat flare in his veins when he sneaks a look from beneath the hood of a car he’s working on in the shop and he kinda groans softly, he can’t wait to get home and fucking take ronan apart with his mouth

I Burn

Tadashi pressed his hands against the wall heat and plasma flaring at his hands as he melted the walls. The armor augmenting his already immense natural ability to use the heat.

dammit they’re getting away! Gotta get away gotta get someplace safe.

The memory of them getting away spurs on the anger that fuels the fire. Soon enough the wall is melting under his touch.

He created a hole his armor protecting him from the molten slag not that anything burns him.

Not anymore.

He’s homfree for a moment, the way back is an impossible escape route, he made himself a hole. He took two steps then-


Hiro astride Baymax glared down at ‘Sunfire’.

Tadashi’s heart is hammering in his chest- he needs a way out.  One that doesn’t mean hurting his brother or friends.


Neon confettis nails!

All polishes by Maybelline. I know this is last year collection but I still like them very much!

Confettis are made with Coral Heat (my favorite), Chic Chartreuse, Sun Flare and Tropink.


The strange lingo of HeaT Flare pt. 2.

Sometimes, I spurt out random words or phrases most people wouldn’t understand unless they stayed around me long enough. I decided to update my last post with some new stuff.

-Yea (yeee-uh)


1. Used to acknowledge when you’re not actually listening. (Ex:Did you even hear me? “Um, yea?”)

2. To agree or recognize when the question or situation is far too elaborate for a one worded answer. (Ex: -Long story is told- That’s why I am angry, you know what I am saying dude? “Yea…”)

Origins: One day my mind just went completely blank after listening to someone rage. It was the only word that came to mind when it was all said and done.

-Yeauh (yee-awh) [Not to be confused with the first.]


1. Used when getting “hype” for small burst of adrenaline or to boost confidence and motivate. (Ex: Let’s goooo! “Yeauh!” Yeauh! “Yeaaauuhh!” Yeaaaaauuuuh!

2. Knowing that you did your damn thing. (Ex: -Something is done with ease- “Yeauh!”

Origins: I was getting drunk at a party with an older gentlemen and his friends. They were at least 50. It was all they kept saying for the whole night. It stuck.

-Well damn

1. Shock and awe. Disbelief. (Ex: That little person just jumped over his head. “Well damn.”

2. Something amazing, incredible. (Ex: I got $3,000 back on my tax refund. “Well damn!”

Origins: Derrick West randomly said it while we were all drunken freestyling one day. We have all been saying it ever since.

-That’s gay [(Das-ghey)Said with a lisp]

1. Used to insinuate something that obviously wasn’t meant to be hetero whilst hinting at the fact that you’re okay with it. (I don’t care you can get your asshole bent; squeeze, throw you on the side of the road. “That’s gay.”)

Origins: Some imaginary person that doesn’t exist in my world anymore. (Charms)

-Get the fuck up out my face (Said with a lisp)

1. Obvious first definition. 

2. A different way to say “get out of town”

Origins: A random video on youtube of some kids getting stupid. Toone Williams revived the phrase.

-Get it

1. Do it (Ex: Get it, get dem hoes.)

2. Obvious second definition.

Origins: A good friend of mine named Tom Wilkey introduced me to the phrase. He’s awesome lolol.

-Yes (Whispered)


1. Used as a strong expression of pleasure, joy, and excitement. (Ex: Dude MAGfest is in one week. “Yes…”)

Origins: The expression comes from one of the worst rappers alive, Lil B.

-The absence of I

1. Leaving the I out of a sentence to emphasize the emotion felt. (EX: “Am hurt… Am in love!”)

Origins: My friend Robbi just randomly started saying it one day. I found it hilarious so I started saying it myself.


Jungle Road (PSO -Jungle- Remix) by HeaT Flare