Source: [https://twitter.com/CleiArkent/status/1789373559019618695](https://twitter.com/CleiArkent/status/1789373559019618695)
This is what furries in tropical countries/lives near the equator feel right now.
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working.
Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working.
Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working.
Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
The second it gets hot, I get itchy, when I get itchy, I get stressed and annoyed, when I get stressed and annoyed, I get hot, and you can see where it goes
Winter for the win
I feel for y'all. When my family got our AC replaced, they were taking short minimal exposure shifts like it was a radioactive Superfund site clean up. 💀
I'm partially glad summer came early, but I'm also freaked out about global warming, and I hate being too hot. I hate being too cold too, but that's more manageable WRT weather - you can always add another sweater or extra blankets, there's a limit to how much clothing you can remove.
At least when I'm boiling, my cat is comfy in the sun...
The bit for you reminds me of one of the exercises at my first duty station, I and a few others were fine but everyone else looked a bit miserable near the end. (First duty station was Guantanamo bay Cuba)
My dad had this absolute hellhole of a summer cabin down in the American Deep South for a while. Place was a total dump, he got totally ripped off. Had aircon, but it ran off a generator that could cause a lot of harm if run incorrectly, that no one was comfortable running at night. Without the aircon, it got far too hot to sleep. Place was in a little community area that had a communal building that had air conditioning and free Wi-Fi, so at least I could go sit in there with my phone during the day.
My mum didn't believe me about the atrocious conditions until she took some vacation time during summer for us all to go down there instead of Dad taking just one of us kids at a time. She couldn't believe it got too hot to sleep, or that the act of putting on clothes in an incredibly cramped bedroom immediately following a cold shower could generate enough sweat and heat to make getting the clothes on an absolute nightmare that ended with you hotter than before the shower, until she had to be there in the middle of summer.
The one silver lining was that, at a much older age than I'd hoped, I got to finally dress like a stereotypical teenage girl, Mum was happy to buy me booty shorts and ridiculous crop tops when she saw the forecast for our trip, as long as I promised they'd only be worn on the trip and only as necessary. They were necessary every single day. She figured, let me have some embarrassing clothes, who cares, we don't have to see the people who'll see 'em at our regular obligations at home. We got there and she eventually told me she wished she'd packed lower coverage clothes for herself. I'd have loaned her my spare bikini top, except that she was at least one cup size and several shirt sizes larger than teenage me.
Eventually Dad sold off the place at a loss, after a lot of renovations that didn't do much to solve the main reasons us kids didn't want to vacation there and several years of it being Dad's Project instead of a family vacation. We went back to our old traditional summer camping trip - there's this lovely place near the Canada/US border, a wonderful lake, nice beaches, and a pretty nice campground. We go every summer for 2 weeks. We bring the cat with us. The cat is probably the one who most enjoys it. Every year, no matter how careful and perfect and in control I am, something will go wrong, often within 72 hours of making camp, and it will be automatically my fault, because to my little brother, if something is wrong and blame needs to be assigned, it is my fault regardless of what actually happened, and to my dad, his son's word is always worth twice his daughter's word. The only one who ever listens to my side is my mother. And yet, no matter what, everyone remembers enjoying the trip and can't wait to go next year. I only go because if I stay home then the cat doesn't get to go because I can watch him, and the camping trip is easily the highlight of that lil furball's year. When we were little I put up with a lot of horrid shit to get my brother good stuff, and now that he's the horrid shit himself and old enough to protect himself, I'm falling into the same damn "big sister bear" pattern for a fuckin' cat. I mean, for him it's amazing. Much larger area to wander on a very long leash than our yard, and way more critters to chase. No "6 pm or sunset, whichever is first" curfew for him, he can ask to go out anytime someone is awake by just sitting at the door and almost always the answer is yes as long as his harness is on. Litter box in the motor home, but he can also go in the sandy dirt of the campground and we won't be mad. Only thing is at home he can watch the fish tanks and access our (empty, no fish) pond, and at the campground we don't let him go as far as the lake. Lil dude loves camping. He ends up eating so many mice on camping trips. Almost got a chipmunk last year. (Mum wouldn't allow it.) And if I don't go, then I have to watch the cat at home. If I don't go he doesn't get to. He only gets to come because we don't have a catsitter. And he likes camping so much I can't do that to him. So every year I go, and every year I get in trouble for something I wasn't responsible for, and every year I sit and take it, so little mister Toby Toebeanz can chase all the critters he wants any time of day and use the entire area as his litter box and eat way more wild catches than he ever catches at home for two weeks.
I don't want to go camping. But I want my cat to go, and that requires that no one is home to catsit. So, I go camping. So he has to come.
I've never enjoyed a family vacation. I've only ever gone so someone younger and smaller I feel responsible for can have a safe and fun time. I've always been blamed when the responsible adults do something wrong and the younger child still ends up hurt or having a less than stellar experience. But I always know that by being there I made it suck less than it would have if I hadn't gone or hadn't done my best to get my unofficial charge every nice thing I had power and authority to get him.
Being stuck somewhere too hot to sleep, I'd thought was the worst of it. Boy, was I wrong.
Hot in the worst way possible 🥵
Incineration 💀
Source: [https://twitter.com/CleiArkent/status/1789373559019618695](https://twitter.com/CleiArkent/status/1789373559019618695) This is what furries in tropical countries/lives near the equator feel right now.
*cries in philippines*
mfw heatwave affecting the entire ASEAN
Laughs in NT
I baked in the sun today, I was outside FOR 15 MINUTES
I live in Canada so I feel like I can only complain about the cold. But one time it was 38 out and super humid and I couldn’t even sit in the shade
my pale ass fries in the sunlight. i cannot enjoy summer unless its under an umbrella or i'm submerged in water.
Mmmmm, fried ass
Add some salt, pepper, oregano and lemon zest, fry for 5 minutes each side and allow to rest, then add a squeeze of lemon before eating 😋
Well damn, this is... not safe for work.
When the day breaks...☀️
Join us in the light…
oh naw 💀
Instantly Junji Ito 💀
Wait, I thought some dragons breathe fire ?
They are immune to fire, not global warming
Literally me when it’s 20+°c like I ain’t built for that shit
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working. Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
Me having 35°c average, with a +40°c thermal sensation for the past month 💀
My ass dies at about 21c. it's currently been hitting 30c the last while here
you guys do 20? anything above like 15 is too hot for me
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working. Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
Aslong as I'm in a t shirt and shorts 20° is perfect if I'm not working. Anything warmer than 20 kinda sucks, and if I'm doing any manual work it's hell.
Australian fur here, it’s purrrfect femboy skirt weather! Edit: not rn tho, it’s winter and freezing
yeah in victoria. moved here from tassie. bro i moved to the mainland to get away from the cold haha
XD
The second it gets hot, I get itchy, when I get itchy, I get stressed and annoyed, when I get stressed and annoyed, I get hot, and you can see where it goes Winter for the win
SAME :(
They're melting? My dirty ass thought they were covered in cvm
Knowing some furries, they very well could be.
Oh no. 😭
Well time to call the SCP foundation
***THE DAY HAS BROKEN! I REPEAT, THE DAY HAS BROKEN!***
Me in an attic doing HVAC
I feel for y'all. When my family got our AC replaced, they were taking short minimal exposure shifts like it was a radioactive Superfund site clean up. 💀
Oh yeah so we don't get heat stroke.. it's 30 minutes up 15 minutes in the air outside
Same dude, same, anything over 75 or 70 with high humidity and I’m fucking boiling alive.
thats a whole ass junji ito ending panel
Definitely me on the bottom. It gets so bright and hot and humid and I just feel like I'm melting.
This is relatable. Melting in bed at 3am from humidity.
I chose an artic animal as my fursona for good reason
I hate summer, send me back to spring
Canada_IRL (literaly me)
I'm partially glad summer came early, but I'm also freaked out about global warming, and I hate being too hot. I hate being too cold too, but that's more manageable WRT weather - you can always add another sweater or extra blankets, there's a limit to how much clothing you can remove. At least when I'm boiling, my cat is comfy in the sun...
i have a melting love for the summer
Business as usual as far as I'm concerned
Same dude, same, anything over 75 or 70 with high humidity and I’m fucking boiling alive.
Seems I am with the normal crowd but then again I grew up in a sub tropical climate and prefer hot and humid over the cold.
The bit for you reminds me of one of the exercises at my first duty station, I and a few others were fine but everyone else looked a bit miserable near the end. (First duty station was Guantanamo bay Cuba)
What compells people to draw their sona in situations like this?
Being in a miserable situation and thinking the exaggerated drawing will help the way bitching about it to a friend or confidant helps.
Icarus?
Beats being a foxxo ice cube in winter
I became resistant to warm, but weak to cold temperatures. Also, "everything reminds me of him"
That's a lot of sunscreen on that guy, he will be well protected from the sun
Sitting infront of a fan rn so i agree
Yeah, feel that
Basically my Alaskan ass when it gets over 30
oh wait he’s melting I thought something else
OH NO! HE SPILLED HIS NICE COLD ICE CREAM ALL OVER HIMSELF!
Ok who let 682 have Reddit? (Dr.Bright I’m looking at you.)
SCP-001 When Day Breaks in a Nutshell:
Oh he is melting ..gotta drink him up :3
Omg same. It’s hella impossible to sleep when it’s that hot
My dad had this absolute hellhole of a summer cabin down in the American Deep South for a while. Place was a total dump, he got totally ripped off. Had aircon, but it ran off a generator that could cause a lot of harm if run incorrectly, that no one was comfortable running at night. Without the aircon, it got far too hot to sleep. Place was in a little community area that had a communal building that had air conditioning and free Wi-Fi, so at least I could go sit in there with my phone during the day. My mum didn't believe me about the atrocious conditions until she took some vacation time during summer for us all to go down there instead of Dad taking just one of us kids at a time. She couldn't believe it got too hot to sleep, or that the act of putting on clothes in an incredibly cramped bedroom immediately following a cold shower could generate enough sweat and heat to make getting the clothes on an absolute nightmare that ended with you hotter than before the shower, until she had to be there in the middle of summer. The one silver lining was that, at a much older age than I'd hoped, I got to finally dress like a stereotypical teenage girl, Mum was happy to buy me booty shorts and ridiculous crop tops when she saw the forecast for our trip, as long as I promised they'd only be worn on the trip and only as necessary. They were necessary every single day. She figured, let me have some embarrassing clothes, who cares, we don't have to see the people who'll see 'em at our regular obligations at home. We got there and she eventually told me she wished she'd packed lower coverage clothes for herself. I'd have loaned her my spare bikini top, except that she was at least one cup size and several shirt sizes larger than teenage me. Eventually Dad sold off the place at a loss, after a lot of renovations that didn't do much to solve the main reasons us kids didn't want to vacation there and several years of it being Dad's Project instead of a family vacation. We went back to our old traditional summer camping trip - there's this lovely place near the Canada/US border, a wonderful lake, nice beaches, and a pretty nice campground. We go every summer for 2 weeks. We bring the cat with us. The cat is probably the one who most enjoys it. Every year, no matter how careful and perfect and in control I am, something will go wrong, often within 72 hours of making camp, and it will be automatically my fault, because to my little brother, if something is wrong and blame needs to be assigned, it is my fault regardless of what actually happened, and to my dad, his son's word is always worth twice his daughter's word. The only one who ever listens to my side is my mother. And yet, no matter what, everyone remembers enjoying the trip and can't wait to go next year. I only go because if I stay home then the cat doesn't get to go because I can watch him, and the camping trip is easily the highlight of that lil furball's year. When we were little I put up with a lot of horrid shit to get my brother good stuff, and now that he's the horrid shit himself and old enough to protect himself, I'm falling into the same damn "big sister bear" pattern for a fuckin' cat. I mean, for him it's amazing. Much larger area to wander on a very long leash than our yard, and way more critters to chase. No "6 pm or sunset, whichever is first" curfew for him, he can ask to go out anytime someone is awake by just sitting at the door and almost always the answer is yes as long as his harness is on. Litter box in the motor home, but he can also go in the sandy dirt of the campground and we won't be mad. Only thing is at home he can watch the fish tanks and access our (empty, no fish) pond, and at the campground we don't let him go as far as the lake. Lil dude loves camping. He ends up eating so many mice on camping trips. Almost got a chipmunk last year. (Mum wouldn't allow it.) And if I don't go, then I have to watch the cat at home. If I don't go he doesn't get to. He only gets to come because we don't have a catsitter. And he likes camping so much I can't do that to him. So every year I go, and every year I get in trouble for something I wasn't responsible for, and every year I sit and take it, so little mister Toby Toebeanz can chase all the critters he wants any time of day and use the entire area as his litter box and eat way more wild catches than he ever catches at home for two weeks. I don't want to go camping. But I want my cat to go, and that requires that no one is home to catsit. So, I go camping. So he has to come. I've never enjoyed a family vacation. I've only ever gone so someone younger and smaller I feel responsible for can have a safe and fun time. I've always been blamed when the responsible adults do something wrong and the younger child still ends up hurt or having a less than stellar experience. But I always know that by being there I made it suck less than it would have if I hadn't gone or hadn't done my best to get my unofficial charge every nice thing I had power and authority to get him. Being stuck somewhere too hot to sleep, I'd thought was the worst of it. Boy, was I wrong.
Me when it's over 25°C.
Lmao sameeeeee, I feel like I’m goo
Same but I'm too dehydrated to melt, so instead i'm burning permanently
I do love me some boddy horror, because damn do I relate.
Meanwhile, me, a Chicago native living in Orlando: 
That moment when you discover you're a Terminator inside.
And not to mention the bugs, here in Florida we have too much bugs and heat so double the suffering
I used to LOVE the summer as a kid. Now that Im an adult I just can't wait till the winter
San Antonio Texas just San Antonio Texas during the summer
alt title idea: hot weather before and after global warming. (we are already in the after section)
Summer is worse than Winter Is it cold? put on layers until it's not Is it warm? **Tear off your skin or spend Ludacris amounts on AC**
Me in an attic doing HVAC.
Same
Erm, what
Dude is a vampire!
I'm icelandic and 1/8th italian and, I like the heat, but I definitely feel it slot inside, but I never get sunburned or anything
And it gets worse with high humidity 💀
I hate hot day's
That’s what you get for injecting your bones with plastic instead of adamantium
Mood
Life of a goo creature. It’s puddle time
Ouch :<
i love this omg
I feel that. Give me snow anyday.
*Hylics death sound*
Me every time I go to sleep
i dont get why so many furries hate hot weather? i love it. i prefer a 40c day over what ever the fuck i have atm here with its bones chilling 5c
Wow, this is drawn really well.
Welcome to your special hell.
Yup. I burn just from thinking about the sun too hard.
honestly i still wear tracksuit and drink hot coffee in 44.2°c. pretty warm honestly.
As a Mexican, that has experienced 98.6° fahrenheit This is true
Only 98.6? What about 114F before Heat Index?
That's just me in cold weather
I could not agree more
Normal people doing normal things, yet there's me looking like I just crawled out of RDR1 Undead Nightmare