#Bad Weather

[floridagrowngirl]

Tornado touchdown, Northern Colorado, 2015

[warandpeas]

Bad Weather

[official-penis-posts]

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Well that’s a pickle I can really get behind - or in front of!

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppet Show (1976-1981)

[nyloww]

there’s a lot of stupid scary shit in project 2025 but killing the national weather service for me (a weather nerd who has hyperfixated on this kind of stuff for years) is one of the least thought through decisions, especially with how bad tornadoes and hurricanes have gotten over the years.

like… the NWS is who alerts people about oncoming tornadoes… take that away and now you have thousands of sitting ducks who don’t know that death is barreling toward them. Despite all of the rampant destruction we’ve seen from tornadoes in even the last year alone, deaths from those events have remained in the single digits. Why? Because the NWS and NOAA have worked tirelessly to increase the amount of warning time people have between when a tornado is spotted and when it’s predicted to hit. If I remember correctly, they’ve managed to bring it from seconds of advance warning to up to 16-20 minutes, time that is instrumental in saving lives. Take that away, and now you have people scrambling around trying to figure out what’s happening on their own.

Not to mention the amount of time and research they pour into predicting tragic events like Hurricane Helene and other disasters in waiting. Idk, it’s just…

[madame-midnight]

During summer, Sirius always forgets to use sunscreen, so Remus always have to aply it on him and take care when they're at the beach for Sirius don't get too much time under the sun and get a heat stroke (He always comes back from the sea all wet and shakes his hair like a dog just to annoy Remus + When they sit side by side to eat, Remus puts his hand on top of Sirius head just to check and it's hot as fuck, anyway).

During winter, Remus always underestimate how cold the weather is, so Sirius always have an extra jacket with him, sometimes even abdicating his own so Remus don't get sick (Sirius has to convince him to wear the jacket 'cause Remus is fucking stubborn + Sirius carries propolis spray with him everytime they're together, 'cause Remus starts sneezing and get's sick, anyway).

Inspired by this post 'cause I just can't get enough of them and the weather in Brazil is killing me.

[ltwilliammowett]

Weather Main Brace, by Arthur John Trevor Briscoe (1873-1943)

[julialametta]

one a day 366/114

"Bodenschätze" / "found on the floor" / Vienna / Austria / ©Julia Lametta

[universitypenguin]

It occurred to me after seeing of a YouTube video of a European reacting to tornado footage that seeing a real tornado isn’t common, even for Americans. Seeing one hit the ground is even more uncommon. I lived in tornado alley for years and only saw one that actually touched down.

So, my question is:

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Leave comments in the tags or on your re-blog!

[richs-pics]

Grey Days

[anf5]

"there are 600 tornadoes every year, and they destroy a lot. mostly here in the farmbelt. i grew up here, and i can tell you -- when you see a farm destroyed, you see a poor family lose everything..."

stimboard 7: TWISTER (1996)

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[floridagrowngirl]

Tornado weather

[alcnfr]

...something wicked this way comes!

[badweathercloud]

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[verfound]

FIC: "A Port in the Storm" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

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08 September 2024

Prompt 03: Blackout

“Are you sure about this?” Luka asked as he followed Marinette up the stairs to her room.  She rolled her eyes as she opened the door and stepped aside, waiting for him to join her.

“Of course I’m sure,” she huffed.  “Besides, Maman and Papa already agreed.  It’s fine.”

“I’m sure Tom thought I’d be crashing on the couch when you asked,” he said, smiling slightly.  She scoffed as she shut the door behind her.

“The couch isn’t as comfy,” she said.  “I’m not having you wake up with a sore back when there’s plenty of room up here.  Besides, do you really think Juleka is sleeping on Rose’s couch?”

He paused as she took his pillow from him and tossed it up into her loft.  She turned back and smirked at him, an eyebrow lifting almost comically onto her forehead.  He shook his head, chuckling.

“…I wasn’t thinking about it at all until you said something,” he said.  He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, smiling as his hands slipped into the pockets of her shorts.  “How would she put it?  Ew.  Gross.”

Marinette started giggling, and it would have been perfect if thunder hadn’t crashed outside the minute he started to lean down for a kiss.  She jumped closer, and he was just starting to think maybe it actually was perfect after all when another boom rattled the building.  The lights flickered, and then they were plunged into darkness.

“…and that is why I insisted you crash here,” she sighed, slumping against him.  “The news said this storm’s only going to get worse.  No way was I leaving you on the river, in the middle of cyclone by yourself.  I wasn’t about to let my boyfriend drown.”

“I’m pretty handy in the water,” he chuckled.  “I know how to swim.”

“Juleka’s staying at Rose’s.  Our mothers are out of town.  Papa is staying with Grandpa Roland while he recovers from his surgery.  I have more than enough room here, and it’s safer to wait out the storm here than it would be on the Liberty,” she said.  He tipped her chin up and pecked his lips against hers.

“She’s seaworthy,” he insisted.  “I would have been fine, but I do appreciate the offer.  This is much better than the freezing bowels of the ship.  Even if we don’t have lights.”

“Shut up,” she laughed.  She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tapping against his chest.  “Well, shoot.  There goes my plans for a movie night.  I wonder how long the power will be out for…I’m not even sleepy yet.”

“I brought my guitar,” he reminded her.  “I know you have candles – there’s no ban on open flames here.”

She snickered, and he smiled as he brushed his nose against her temple.

“We have camping lanterns, too,” she said.  He hummed.

“Candles are more romantic,” he said.  “We could head back downstairs.  Curl up on the couch.  I could sing you to sleep.”

“We could do that up here,” she said.  She stepped back and reached for his hands.  “You know my bed’s more comfortable than the couch.”

…he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to know that as well as he did.  At least not if Tom was asking.  But Tom was with Roland, and Marinette was looking up at him with dark eyes and perfectly kissable lips, and suddenly he wasn’t even sure he really wanted to bring his guitar up there, anyway.

He could think of a few better things he could be doing with his hands.

“Come on,” she said.  “I do have candles up there.  Sing me to sleep?  There’s nothing we can do about the power, anyway.”

Lightning flashed, illuminating her room – illuminating the warm smile on her lips, the one he was wanting to kiss away more and more with every passing moment.  He backed her up against the ladder, bending to do just that, and for a moment he was lost in a world that was nothing more than Marinette and soft and mine.  Her hands fisted in his hoodie, tugging him back towards her for a deeper kiss.  When she slipped up the ladder a moment later, he was quick to follow her.

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

[shirozen]

Bad weather predictions