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tragicbeauty1991 · 2 months ago

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Not my usual fandom content but I wanted to post here because I haven’t seen nearly as many people talking about the devastation in the Southeastern US from Hurricane Helene as I would have expected and wanted to make those who may not know the extent of the damage more aware of the situation from my personal experience. I don’t think people who aren’t living it realize just HOW bad it is.

This is a map showing the areas with power outages in the immediate aftermath of the storm and some stats on the rainfall.

I live in upstate SC, and we have been without power since the storm hit Friday. That means some of us have gone about a week with no refrigeration, no AC (it gets toasty down here even in the fall), no internet, no way of powering critical things like oxygen machines for those who require it, and no cell service in some places. We are slowly getting power back but the number of people without power is still in the thousands. Luckily, we do have a generator at my house and we didn’t have any major damage to the house, cars, etc. There are trees and power lines down everywhere, though. I heard about one older lady and her husband who had a tree fall on their camper with them in it… He passed away holding her hand while being crushed by the tree. She is in the hospital and will need rehab. It is getting easier now but for awhile was very difficult to get gas. People were waiting in line for hours. A lot of stores are still just now opening up and groceries are limited because so much was lost with no refrigeration. It was so bad someone pulled a gun in a grocery store to get fresh meat. We had a few places that had a curfew for awhile because all the streetlights and traffic lights were out and it wasn’t really safe to drive. But overall, compared to many, we are doing well. It’s inconvenient but not devastating.

These are some images from Greenville taken during the worst of the storm. I live about 30 minutes away from this area.

Western NC was hit MUCH worse. We were supposed to go to the Asheville/Hendersonville area for my anniversary this past weekend but fortunately we didn’t make it up there because entire towns were just wiped off the map. Chimney Rock Village, one of my favorite places to visit, is just GONE. Asheville was totally cut off from the outside world for a few days and only accessible via air. Flooding there was just DEVASTATING. Parts of I-40 and I-26 between NC and TN were totally washed out. People are reporting coming across bodies of those who didn’t make it out. At one point, over 1000 people in NC were considered missing…

Here’s a pic of the damage to I-40.

And here are some before and after pics of Chimney Rock Village and the surrounding area. Most of what was there is now in Lake Lure.

My church parish (I am Orthodox.) is working with IOCC to help with relief efforts in Western NC. If anyone is able to donate, please consider offering what you can. If you are not comfortable donating through a church organization, I’m sure there are others out there you can donate to but this is one that I know is legit.

If you find a group accepting physical donations rather than cash, these are some suggested guidelines.

Anyone else who has further info on how to donate or who lives in the area and would like to check in, please add your own updates.

#hurricane helene #disaster relief #disaster recovery #upstate SC #south carolina #north carolina #ashville nc #Hendersonville nc #tropical storm #natural disasters #news #southeastern us #power outage #flooding

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ilkkawhat · 3 months ago

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finally broke the block after 15 days!!!! hoping i'm not jinxing it!!!!!!

The drive to a crime scene at a remote meat packaging plant in the middle of the night was a recipe for disaster. The road was paved with a thin layer of ice and sandwiched between two walls of snow about a foot off the ground. There were no lights except the moon and the two bright beams from his vehicle, no sound but the hum of his engine and the lowered volume of his radio, murmurs of a rambling late night radio host that he only put on because coffee wasn’t enough to keep him awake. Niko cursed at himself for giving in to Kari’s request because the man himself had his obligations to stay for his family while Niko didn’t have anybody, something that had been on his mind more often than not as of late.

The moon became hidden as he entered a thicket, he was getting closer to the plant. The frozen trees had looked like magnificent statues in daylight that he pointed out like shapes of clouds in the sky to his earlier passenger, but the darkness had since transformed them into looming stalking shadows that made him feel less comfortable. His foot leaned harder into the pedal out of an urge to get to his destination faster, as if something were chasing him. A trick of an exhausted mind, the rational part of him knew there was nothing following him, leaving only wafts of powdered snow billowing behind him. The road seemed like it was becoming narrower, twisting into itself like a spiral. He cut one curve a little too fast, heard an alarm in the form of tires warning him to slow down, which he tried to, but just as he did he drove into another curve in the opposite direction. He knew it wasn’t much longer until the road would straighten out, he took his foot off the gas, tried to coast back to control but his foot slammed the brake, a mistake but he swore he saw something move among the trees, coming at him—

The car swung around, he dared to think he would be safe in crashing backwards into the tree but as fast as his heart had rose in twisted hope, it sank in terror as the car swung itself horizontally into a tree on the driver’s side. His head bounced like a pinball against the window that didn’t crack, he felt an impact but didn’t feel any immediate damage to anything but the hood of his car. It wasn’t that bad, he dared to think, until he heard a tingling crack of an army of icicles that rained down onto his car like the worst type of hail.

He saw it just in time to hold up an arm to shield himself from the shattering glass cascading with a mixture of sharp shards and frozen ones. His body heaved in labored pants intercutting the ethereal wind now howling at at the door that he clamors out of, stumbling sideways into the snow.

He fumbled for his phone deep inside a jacket pocket as the world teetered beneath him. He rolled up into a sitting position, leant his back against the car as he pulled his phone up. Niko’s fingers trembled, his eyes squinted as he pressed the emergency numbers. Each press was a churn to his nauseating stomach. A fruitless effort, there was no service, no tower for the past five miles, at least.

“Fuck!”

He pounded his fisted hand backwards against the car, another dent would just be a molehill to the mountain of payments he’d have to make to repair his car, if it wasn’t totaled entirely. The action triggered another shake of the tree, a small amount of snow added salt to his wound in an almost literal sense as the snow fell onto his head, further planting small shards of glass that had stuck to him further into his winter hat.

“Niko?”

A voice, clear as a whistle from the other side of the car.

“Lena? Is…is that you?”

“In the flesh. You must have hit your head pretty hard to forget me.”

“But…but I came alone.”

“At first, until you just happened to pass by my home, catching me having a smoke outside and practically begging me to come with you.”

His heart sank. How could he have forgotten? How could he have been such an asshole and ignored her wellbeing in the crash?

He dug out his flashlight and got to his feet, stumbled as he crawled onto the side of the driver’s seat to see Lena still sitting in the car, turned sideways to face him with frazzled hair, brushing glass off of her coat and out of her hair.

“Y-You okay?”

“I’ll live. You got a few pieces—” Lena gestured to her head, pointing out the spots in the mirror that Niko should pluck out. Slowly, he followed her movements, wincing as he removed the shards of glass from the top of his head. One of them was stuck to his skin.

Once he was done he moved himself fully to the driver’s seat, a trail of heavy breaths ending in an even heavier sigh.

“Phone doesn’t work,” he told Lena.

“Figures.”

“You don’t seem all that bothered by what happened,” Niko sneered back. He felt a twinge of pain in the spot that he pulled the glass from. He reached up and swiveled the rear view mirror closer, to get a better look at himself.

“Driving with an overtired Niko Uusitalo was just a disaster waiting to happen. You are allowed to tell Kari ‘no,’ you know.”

His eyes followed the stream of blood that trickled from his forehead as it rolled over his cheek and into the snowy patch of his beard. He shivered as he raised a hand to wipe the snow away, but Lena caught his wrist and stopped him. She did it herself.

#preview of what i'm cooking up under the cut for selfish gratification #mk.op #mk.fic #and thank you panacaelium for giving me a reason to write #sorry i like to see you suffer niko

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corvus--rex · 1 year ago

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another import from the accursèd bird app, and completely unedited, as per usual

Lance had always had an odd sense. He just knew sometimes. It had started as soon as he could talk. His family got used to it and believed him every time. His friends didn't, not at first. But eventually they all did, even the more skeptical ones in college. They would all have their "event" that would prove it.

Dragging someone across the playground just before an unattended car rolled through the fence right where his friend would have been, taking a different path to class only to prevent another friend from being pushed down the stairs, and then in high school when he yanked his two best friends back from being crushed by heavy scenery in the school theatre seconds before it fell. Telling a friend in college to take a turn where they wouldn't normally, only to avoid an accident at the next light. He never found an explanation for this sense, he just had it.

One afternoon, Lance was walking toward the subway station after work. That sense tingled, telling him to take the long way around. It was a beautiful early autumn day, and he took a turn down a quiet side street, lined with old brick houses built one on top of the other, maple trees dotting the sidewalk and just beginning to turn red and gold. It wasn't an area for heavy foot traffic, and he wasn't surprised to not meet anyone. He even still early for his train despite the detour.

Lance wouldn't have looked back, except for that feeling telling him he should. Emergency vehicles blocked the street, a snarling man was pinned to the asphalt, bloody knife laying several feet away, while the stabbing victim was loaded into a waiting ambulance. If the attack was random, that would have been him in the ambulance. He felt for the actual victim, he always did, but it was overshadowed by a sense of relief that it wasn't him.

Later, on the train home, he got a feeling of having been watched, but shook it off. There were a lot of people who'd stopped to watch. It was when he was falling asleep on his couch to the drone of the tv that he bolted upright, remembering someone small and unobtrusive, with round glasses and wild honey blond hair. They were across the street from him, facing not the mess of the aftermath, but him. It was unnerving, but hours past, and he decided to ignore it.

Three days later, Lance was out running a few errands when he got the feeling again. He waited beside the shop door instead of stepping out into the parking lot, just missing the elderly driver stomping on the gas instead of the brake and crashing into the potted bushes that separated the shop from the one next door.

He'd always help when he could, and called emergency services while making sure the driver wasn't hurt - she was fine, just shaken - and he waited until they were on their way to the hospital before resuming his day. Several people had stopped to either help or check if they were needed, and Lance hadn't realized that one of those people, a tall, broad guy - the orange headband stood out - hovered at the back of the crowd far longer than anyone else.

After that, Lance started paying more attention to the people around him when his sense went off. The next time was in his office building, he took the stairs down instead of the elevator, the doors stuck on the first floor with the car stuck halfway. This time it was a different guy, taller than the last one, with a white streak in his hair and a prominent scar across his nose, who sat in the reception area, watching as Lance was able to get the single person in the elevator safely to the floor while maintenance was still on the way.

The next incident left him shaken. The days were getting shorter, and it was past dark when he turned down the street his apartment building sat on. Halfway down the block, he felt the familiar tingle, and slowed down accordingly. A muffled shout caught his attention, and he looked down an alley just in time to see the streetlight reflect off the barrel of a gun.

Without thinking, he ran in, disarming the gun's wielder with the kickboxing he hadn't done in years but still remembered. Stunned, the attacker laid on the pavement while their near-victim called for help. There was no crowd this time, and his watcher was far more obvious, despite her trying to look like she was just passing by. Pure white hair sparkled in the yellow light of the streetlamps, bright blue eyes fixed on him and him alone.

The attacker was taken away and the victim refused a trip to the ER, leaving Lance to finally head home in a daze. He was surprised at his own actions, that was a fucking gun for fuck's sake, not to mention the kickboxing he thought he;d forgotten. But that girl wasn't there by accident. None of them had been, he realized. They couldn't be. But why. Why were they watching him, and only turning up when something happened? His sense would go off again, it always did, but this time he'd be ready.

Three days later, it happened again. No one was hurt, but the subway train he usually took was offline that day due to a failure on the rail. Fortunately, there was a metro rail that ran close enough to his office, and he was just in time to catch it.

The trip itself was blissfully uneventful, it was when he got off with dozens of other people that he felt it. Looking up, Lance saw the sparks from the electrical lines that ran some of the city's buses. He yelled, loud enough to get plenty of attention, people startled into listening. He cleared the immediate area just before the line crackled, showering the road with white hot flaming sparks.

The road was shut down, transit maintenance arriving to investigate the cause and make notes for repairs, all of which took enough time for the crowds to disperse. But Lance stayed, knowing that someone would be watching him from a distance.

He scanned the area, spotting that day's person. Roughly his height, maybe a bit shorter, black hair, pale skin, startling violet eyes that stared right at him. Lance waited until this latest person saw him staring right back. The new guy smiled to himself, and walked over.

"There you are," he said.

"You've been watching me," Lance answered, "Why?"

"Because. You belong with us."

Lance knew it was true. Whoever these people were, his place was with them.

"We can help. Gift like yours isn't all that rare, but the way you feel it, that is unusual. Come with us, we'll show you what you can really do."

That was a very tempting offer, but… "What about work? I think my office will notice I'm missing?"

"Already taken care of. Nothing bad, don't worry, but you're free to join us without worrying about anything."

Oddly, Lance wasn't worried. But he was curious. "Who are you guys anyway?"

He smiled. "The Witches of Voltron."

Lance immediately felt safer than he ever had. The tingle flared, but instead of a warning, it was an odd sense of familiarity. He knew this was where he belonged. Without question. He nodded, stepping closer to wherever this witch would lead him.

"I'm Keith, by the way."

Lance nodded. "I think I already knew that."

Keith laughed, shaking his head. "Of course you did."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out."

#my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld keith #vld lance #pre klance #technically #if I ever continue this it'll make sense #keith x lance #klance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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wistfulrat · 2 years ago

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so my home (guam) was hit by a super typhoon

and the recovery is going to take months. this was the largest typhoon we’ve had in decades.

if you want to help me purchase emergency supplies, you can PayPal me at [email protected] (we don’t have venmo or cashapp in guam)

right now most of the island is without power and water. the water we do have at the service stations is on notice (we have to boil it to ensure it’s safe to use).

the shelters are full. many are living in canopies outside until FEMA can help. lines for fuel at the gas stations are hours long (my friend waited 5hrs in line today). the stores in general are so depleted. people are doing their best to help each other out but they’re also exhausted, grumpy, mean. fights are breaking out over basic supplies.

it’s hard to access money because most banks are closed & the atms are down & all the stores are cash only. data service & wifi is so spotty right now. most people have to travel to villages with cell service in order to stay in contact. i’m gonna try and bring as much cash as i can for my family because the few open banks have withdrawal limits right now.

it’s a tropical island so it’s hot and humid all year. the mosquitos are out & fucking horrible. it’s hard to sleep when you’re constantly sweaty & you can’t shower but your body is sore from cleaning. the sheer amount of debris to pick up never ends. roads are blocked by fallen trees & ripped tin roofs. you just want a single cold drink but ice is a luxury now and the stores sell them by the cup to ration.

it’s tiring. typhoon recovery is a brutal marathon. the airport was flooded so those who are trying to get home with emergency supplies are stranded but waiting.

idk how to end this i just wanna get back home to help and clean and check on my family. eternally grateful to anyone who sends funds.

#typhoon mawar

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wctimber · 1 year ago

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The aftermath of a storm often calls for swift action to assess and address the damages. Emergency Tree Service GA plays a vital role in the immediate response phase

#Emergency Tree Service GA

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treeremovalvaldostaga · 1 month ago

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Emergency Tree Removal Valdosta | Valdosta Tree Removal

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Broken or Hanging Limbs: Partially broken branches that are still hanging are likely to fall at any one time thus posing a threat to the lives of people and property.

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easthavenhq · 11 months ago

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Weather Alert: Severe Winds Expect in East Haven

Winds of 58mph are to be expect to come through the area in the evening of January 9th into the early morning of January 10th. Winds of this speed can make it hard to walk outside, parts of trees breaking off including trees being blown over, damage to buildings including roof damages, power outages, and driving will be difficult. East Haven Emergency Services asks that everyone stays in and takes precautions to stay safe during this wind storm.

Information on locations, small timeline & list of injuries under cut

tw: car accident, heart attack, miscarriage, burns, impaling, bones, death

Locations

East Haven Memorial - has a back up generator that does take a moment to turn back on so place does go dark for a 30 seconds before it comes on to help support medical machines and phones as well as heat and emergency lights.

East Haven City Hall - has a back up generator that takes a few minutes to power up. Powers emergency lights and heat.

Willow Springs Apartments - does not have a generator so there will be no heat or lights.

Heywood University - has a back up generator for emergencies at the gymnasium that powers emergency lights and heat. It takes 30 seconds to turn on. Dorms, classrooms, & student union will not have these.

East Haven Fire Department - has a back up generator that will power heat, phones, and emergency lights and takes 30 seconds to power up.

Mount Aston Lodge - has a back up generator inside the lobby of the lodge to power phones, emergency lights, and has a fireplace for heat that takes a few minutes to turn on. Some condos will not have access to these, but those that do have fireplaces will be fine.

Gas 'n' Go - does not have a back up generator so there will be no heat or lights.

Animal House Shelter - has a back up generator to power emergency lights and heat. It does take a few minutes to turn on.

South Pines Country Club - has a back up generator that takes a few minutes to turn on and runs heat and emergency lights.

Old Maple Way - has a back up generator that takes a few minutes to turn on and runs emergency lights and heat.

Tequila Cowboy - has a back up generator that runs heat and emergency lights.

Maple Hills Mall - has a back up generator that runs heat and emergency lights. It takes a few minutes to come back on.

Moose Lodge Rentals - the big cabin has a back up generator to run lights. Also has several fireplaces for heat.

Timeline

11:42am - Winds of 6mph reported in Mount Aston. Progresses through town.

1:03pm - Winds increase to 15mph throughout town. Weather Alert goes into place.

2:39pm - Winds increase to 26mph. Mount Aston closes ski runs for the day.

3:18pm - Winds increase to 35mph, making walking hard and driving begins to be difficult. Power starts flickering.

6:37pm - Winds go up to 48mph. Everyone is advised to stay where they are if possible and if they can, get to safety. Power goes out throughout town; generators turning on at locations. Cell service is spotty in areas, is completely out in the Mount Aston area.

7:15pm - Wind speeds reach it's peak of 58mph.

9:23pm - Wind speeds start slowing down. Goes down to 43mph and emergency services are able to go out to help those who need it. Gusts of wind still are strong so please be careful. Cell service gets better in all areas.

9:57pm - Power comes back to downtown and Maple Hills areas as well as part of Primrose Heights & Sutherland park.

10:23pm -

10:52pm - Winds slow down to 23mph. Emergency services give the all clear for people to leave the locations they are in.

1:49am - Winds end.

6:47am - Power comes back fully in all locations.

The Aftermath

Locations around town will have some damage. The trees in parks that are smaller have been pulled up leaving holes in the ground here and there while there are also branches and smaller trees on the roads. Some boats in the marina have some damage from hitting the docks due to winds while some docks themselves have damages. Trees have also broken the windows in some homes and businesses around town while other homes have some roof damage. Clean up crews will be around town on the 10th to help clean and then work will be starting to do repairs around town.

Characters can have bruising or minor scrapes if out in the storm. All major injuries are listed below:

Stevie & Johnny Wagner were at the hospital with their twins, Zoe & Logan, to get stitches for their son due to an accident at hockey tryouts. During this time, the power went out and Logan disappeared before the backup generators turned on. When they came back, they started looking for him which lead Johnny to go out and try finding him. This led to Johnny getting into a car accident leaving him with scrapes and bruises. They were able to find Logan hiding in a closet, but the stress of it all made Stevie's high blood pressure increase and she had a small heart attack. She was admitted and put on some blood thinners. The strain of everything also led to her having a miscarriage. She'll be in the hospital for a few days to be watched.

Camila Quintana Lopez was at Heywood University where she keeping out of the wind store. While attempting to help secure one of the doors to the outside to prevent further damage from happening to a lab space, a strong gust of wind blew the door open and Cami was blown backwards where she fell onto a bunch of burettes with such force that several of them impaled her leg. Instead of pulling them out at the university, she was eventually brought to the hospital where it was found that pieces of them had broken off and she would require surgery by Gavin Gunter to remove them.

Marcel Vaughn was at Tequila Cowboy where he was spending the evening with many others. There was no shortage of alcohol involved in the evening and once everyone was cleared to leave, Marcel slipped on a puddle inside Tequila Cowboy where he fell backwards and hit his head on the bar top his way down. This led to Marcel being taken to the hospital where he would be placed in the same room as Ade Duskin.

Romeo Clark was at Tequila Cowboy during the windstorm. While he was there, in the midst of everyone panicking, he was trying to get away from a window that was shattering from the wind when he slipped and fell. While falling, he tried to brace himself, breaking his arm with the way he fell and cutting his cheek on a few pieces of glass.

Chloe Austin was trying to get to safety at Animal House Shelter when the winds picked up as it was the closest place to her at the moment where many people were headed. While she was trying to get there, shielding her face was not enough to keep her from damages. The strong gusts of winds made the smallest of items into projectiles. A plastic sign flew off one of the nearby store fronts and she was not able to dodge it in time, leaving her with a major bruise on her face that was far too obvious to cover up.

Maverick Bennett was taking shelter during the windstorm at Tequila Cowboy. The strong winds propelled many items that were lose, sending one flying through one of the windows at the local bar. Maverick was standing too close to the window and as it shattered, a large shard of glass was thrown into the side of his abdomen, thus requiring he would be transferred to the hospital when services were available.

Tyler Day was nearby Maple Hills Mall and when he was trying to get inside for shelter, several large gusts of wind dislodged a tree near the entrance of the mall. While trying to dodge it, he was caught under the weight of tree. With help from others, they were able to get Tyler inside the mall where he would have to sit with a broken leg and several cuts from the branches until he could be brought to the hospital.

Summer Cassidy while already at Maple Hills Mall when the winds picked up, the strong winds knocked several lines of power out. As someone enters the Candle Shop from the outside entrance of the mall, the gusts of wind knock over several candles that had been burning, starting a fire inside the store. This is where Summer sustains several burns on her arms and legs while trying to get out of the store and her daughter, Sadie, to safety. The burns on Summer's legs landed her in the hospital once services were restored were she would need skin grafts on portions of the burns.

Harlow Hanlon decided to brave the wind storm to head home, despite warnings against it. While on her way home, many gusts of winds came through at once and low branches were flung at her with enough force to knock her out. She was brought to the Fire Department by a good civilian where she would come to and later present with longer lasting effects such as memory loss, reoccurring headaches, dizziness and insomnia that will go away over a period of weeks.

Quentin Levitt was at Gas & Go, along with many others when the winds picked up. With the winds picking up in strength, Quentin was hit by debris being flung off the roof with intense speeds. This led him to being struck in the leg by the debris while on his way inside and it fractured his leg. He was attempting to shield Luke from the debris that was being flung around.

Oliver Hensley was at Maple Hills Mall where he took shelter during the wind storm. The winds were so strong, many windows and doors were being blown open, despite attempts to secure them with objects from the store. Oliver was helping others struggle to get the door shut when the wind ended up flinging it shut as quickly as it had opened it, trapping Oliver's arm between the door and the frame where it would break.

Ricky Thompson was on his way to meet his family at Maple Hills Mall when a deer ran into the road. He swerved to miss it, but ended up clipping it. He got out to check on the deer, but the force of the wind and the icy road made him slip and fall. He was out in the cold for a while before Matt Wheeler found him and brought him to South Pines for safety until emergency services could get to him. He ended up breaking his sacrum, suffered some scrapes and bruises from the fall, and had hypothermia.

Asher Spring was diverted to Heywood University when the winds picked up where he started looking for people that he sees at the shelter a lot. When he found one of the families he works with in one of the unsafe buildings, he was ushering the family out when he was caught in the collapse of some unsecured bookshelves that resulted in several broken bones and a collapsed lung.

Ade Duskin was driving home from work when he saw someone needing help on the side of the road. While helping this person, Ade was struck by the hood of the car coming loose and falling on top of his head. He was unconscious and brought to the hospital as quickly as he could be. After he was brought to the hospital, he was in an out of consciousness, in the same room as Marcel Vaughn for many hours until he would later fall into a coma despite all of his scans coming back clear. A few days later, Ade Duskin would pass away on January 12, 2024.

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allirontalks · 1 year ago

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CALL FOR NATURAL DISASTER RELIEF in TULSA, OKLAHOMA

On late Saturday night, Tulsa was struck by an enormous storm, with several tornadoes and straight line winds of 100mph.

Trees have crushed people's houses, power lines have been knocked down across major roads, and gas stations are out of fuel.

Over 200,000 people have been without power for 3 days. Most people won't have power restored until next Saturday. These are working-class suburban neighborhoods and our terrible governor will not declare a state of emergency.

Please consider donating to the food bank of Eastern OK, here. It will go to providing food for families affected by this disaster.

It's been nearly 90 degrees every day, and each day without AC is increasingly difficult for people who already don't have refrigeration or cell service (phone towers and lines down). Emergency crews have been working overtime. Folks have been suffering in the heat and those with medical disabilities have been hit the hardest.

Thank you, and please spread the word.

#tulsa #help tulsa #tulsa wind storm #tulsa storm 2023 #call for donations

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biblicallyaccuratebeskar · 2 years ago

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Metal Home

Read Chapter 8 Here

Also on AO3

Chapter 9/22: ~2K words

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Mando was purposefully vague about or brief “vacation.” Karga was curious, naturally, but luckily respected our privacy.

I healed well. The bacta was a miracle, even if it did feel like fucking molten lava. In a day or so I was up and moving again, almost like nothing happened.

The wound had apparently left behind a scar. It was out of my line of vision and I didn’t mind, really. I’d never minded scars as long as they had a story attached. Mando hated it though and I didn’t know why. Once I felt his gloved finger linger on it a second too long after applying more bacta. Maybe I just imagined that part, but it gave me chills nevertheless.

We’d been staying on the tiny moon Reius because of its low population and general level of boring compared to some of the other places we’d been to. Breaking through the atmosphere when we first arrived, the view took my breath away. Rolling hills of blindingly green foliage cut into pieces by rushing rivers that carved through the surface everywhere you’d look.

I loved being there. The air was crisp and cool and smelled of trees and soil. The vacation was a farce, but I could at least pretend, right?

Mando usually approached everything with neutral confidence, but since I got hurt it was like he was walking on an icy lake, trying not to fall through. I always felt his eyes on me wherever I went, never letting me stray too far from the ship.

I didn’t like feeling like I was a liability, like I was breakable. But, I admittedly found amusement in his attentiveness. After years on my own it felt a little nice to be taken care of.

One afternoon we were sitting in the hull, where I was helping him clean some of his blasters. I had no idea how much upkeep they required, all the polishing and reloading. Well, maybe that was just him and his tastes. I happily played along.

I was just finishing the barrel of his pulse rifle when there was a knock on the hull door.

We both jumped to our feet in surprise. He drew the blaster he wasn’t cleaning and slowly crept towards the noise.

“You stay here. I’ll take care of this.”

I drew my blaster and followed him, of course.

We opened the hull, backs flush with the sides of the door, ready to pounce, when I saw who was standing outside.

It was a tiny old woman. “Hello? Is anybody there?” she called out. I motioned for Mando to withdraw his blaster. He didn’t listen. I huffed as I put mine in the holster and walked out to greet her.

“What are you-Larkin!”

“Hi there, everything alright?” I asked, trying to angle my arms to cover the blaster on my belt.

“Ah, yes! Hello! Were you the one I saw tinkering on this ship?”

“I am,” I responded cautiously. It was true. I’d started updating the gas line underneath the cockpit that morning, but why she was interested in that was beyond me.

“Oh, good! I live in a town three or so klicks east of here. I saw your ship fly overhead a few days ago and I knew I needed to find you. You see, we have a water filter and it’s been broken for nearly a month now. There’s a reservoir, but we’re beginning to run low and I can’t help but fear the worst. I’m afraid we do not have the tools to fix it. Would you be willing to come help? We have some credits.”

“Our services aren’t for sale,” Mando announced, emerging from his hiding spot. The woman’s eyes widened and she took a few wobbly steps backward. Living with him and knowing who he was, I sometimes forgot how intimidating Mando could be to strangers. And right then, he was definitely turning the whole fierce Mandalorian facade up a few notches.

My jaw clenched. “Can we talk?” I said as I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the hull.

“One second!” I called, giving her an apologetic smile as the door closed.

“What the hell?” I hissed, letting go of his arm. “She seems harmless, why are you being so weird about it?”

“We aren’t mechanics for hire. And we shouldn’t trust just anyone.” “Oh yeah, because you should never trust sweet old women. I’m going to help her, whether you’re coming or not. It’ll probably be an easy fix.”

Now he grabbed my arm. “You’re not going alone for a handful of credits.”

I shook him off. “You know I’m not going for the credits.”

He sighed, turning away from me.

“I’m going, Mando. I know you’re worried about me, so then come with. I trust myself more when you’re around.”

He thought for a moment, pacing back and forth, boots clunking on the floor.

“Fine,” he finally muttered.

I bit back a smile and nodded as I ran to grab my tool kit.

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The woman, who introduced herself as Pira, took us to her village on a gondola she expertly maneuvered through brush and over streams and rivers. She seemed kindly, her white, fine hair blowing in the wind as she explained how she was the matriarch of her people. In the early days of the Empire, a mining facility had been built upstream from her village, polluting their water supply. The young people who went to work there during the day, given no other choice in the new economy, managed to pilfer enough parts to build a filter with what they learned engineering in the plant. Five years after the mine was built, there was an accident, an explosion she said, and no one came home. The Empire left the ruin they created, dissatisfied with their failed venture, and Reius had been quiet ever since.

The filter had persisted through all these years, still required as the creation of the mine had torn a hole through the earth, leaking chemicals into the water supply. But now, since it broke, they were getting desperate. We were their last chance.

When we approached the village, the people slowly crept out of their homes to see us. Some grimaced, others smiled and waved. Children looked at us with wide eyes from behind their mothers’ legs.

I took a moment to look around the village, finding it to be beautiful. The homes were to be made of sediment from the riverbeds, adorned with greenery and flowers. It seemed as if they’d emerged from the earth itself. As the sun went down, lanterns flickered to life in every direction, casting everything in gold.

Pira led us just beyond the village to a small stream, no wider than my bed. There was a metal box there, sputtering and choking out water from the other side. I could smell the chemicals.

Luckily, I was right. It was an easy fix, just like realigning the coolant in a ship. Mando stayed right by my side keeping watch as I worked (I nicely asked him to put the blaster away when there were no imminent threats). He held a light so I could see as the woods grew dark.

When I was done we went to find Pira. She was in the main square of the village in front of a large fire, surrounded by children, animatedly telling a story. Her expressions were heightened by the shadows cast by the flame, eyes bulging, hands waving. The kids were entranced, laughing and screaming at all the right parts.

I stopped just beyond the firelight’s reach to watch, leaning on Mando’s arm. It reminded me of when I was growing up. My mother was a fantastic storyteller, like Pira. She was an expert at doing the voices and movements, each character in my nightly bedtime stories rich, almost living and breathing. Tears unexpectedly sprung in my eyes as I thought of her. Mom cared so deeply about stories. Mine probably wasn’t what she imagined for me, but I hoped she’d still be proud.

I could tell Mando wasn’t looking towards Pira. He was looking at me. That happened every so often. I’d feel his gaze on me, even underneath the helmet. I always wanted to look back at him, but I would rather look into his eyes than a visor. I knew that was impossible to even think about, so I never looked.

Pira approached us as the crowd dispersed.

“All fixed. Just an issue with the piping. Nothing a good tool kit couldn’t help.” I said, handing over the box in my hands.

Her light eyebrows shot up. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly-“

“Please, I insist. I needed to update them anyway. If you ever have another problem, you’ll be able to fix it yourself then. Your village needs water.”

Suddenly I was wrapped in an enveloping hug. To my surprise, I hugged her back. She leaned back, cupping my face in her hand, the deep wrinkles in her face curving over smiling cheeks. “Thank you. My people thank you. Both of you,” she spoke, looking over at Mando. He stiffened, never good with compliments.

“You have no need to travel back to your ship in the dark. Come, I have an extra room you may stay in for the night.”

Mando somehow stiffened even more at that.

“Uh, that’s a very generous offer, but we’ll need to talk it through first if you don’t mind,” I responded.

She bowed her head. “Of course. If you do decide to stay I’m in the one just there,” she said, gesturing to one of the dwellings across the plaza, covered in vines. “If not, may the Maker watch over your journey.”

As she walked away, Mando said, “We shouldn’t stay.”

“Ok, but here me out. Reius is quiet, nearly remote now since the mining incident. And just look around you right now.”

The lanterns swayed in the breeze, casting light all around in golden wisps. The stars were infinite overhead from the lack of light pollution.

“We told Karga we’re on vacation,” I said slowly. “Just one night?” I gave him my most convincing smile, and it worked. Like always. ——

Pira was happy to see us. She led us to the spare room in the back of her home. It was modest, just a bed and a table. The door closed behind her after she said goodnight.

Just one bed. We stood there for a moment, frozen. It wasn’t like we didn’t sleep next to each other anyway, but we did sleep separately. It wasn’t a big deal. Not a big deal at all.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he blurted out.

“No, that’s stupid,” I shot back, mildly offended for no specific reason. “We can both sleep on the bed.”

“I’m not taking off my helmet. Or my armor.”

I figured as much. He never did when we were outside the Crest. “Ok. I’ll just be sleeping by a block of beskar, then. Nothing new.” He huffed a little at that.

“I’ll take first watch,” he said curtly.

“Mando, we’re not on a job. You can relax.”

I might as well have told the sun not to rise, but I tried anyways.

I laid down first, staring up at the ceiling. I felt him lay down next to me, but I didn’t look. It reminded me of the first night I slept next to him with the blindfold. The nerves, the tension, it was all the same.

“That can’t be comfortable,” I muttered.

“I’m used to it.”

“Ah.”

It was about as relaxing as a business meeting with Karga, neither of us knowing what or what not to do.

“I’m, uh...I’m going to sleep now,” I said after a long period of silence.

“Am I stopping you?”

“No! No. I just...I don’t know. Thought I’d announce it.” Maker, what the hell was I saying?

“Thank you for sharing.”

I sighed, covering my face to hide my smile. “Goodnight, Mando.”

Surprisingly, I slept well. He made the bed warm with his body heat, even underneath the armor.

When I woke up the next morning curled into his side, neither of us said anything. It was like an unspoken agreement. Unspoken words.

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ilkkawhat · 3 months ago

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for @panacaelium. head trauma and hypothermia, written about niko with some niko/lena that i added in. thank you for helping me crash through my block 💜

“Fuck!”

“Niko?”

A voice, clear as a whistle from the other side of the car.

“Lena? Is…is that you?”

“In the flesh. You must have hit your head pretty hard to forget me.”

“But…but I came alone.”

“At first, until you just happened to pass by my home, catching me having a smoke outside and practically begging me to come with you.”

His heart sank. How could he have forgotten? How could he have been such an asshole and ignored her wellbeing in the crash?

“Y-You okay?”

Once he was done he moved himself fully to the driver’s seat, a trail of heavy breaths ending in an even heavier sigh.

“Phone doesn’t work,” he told Lena.

“Figures.”

“Driving with an overtired Niko Uusitalo was just a disaster waiting to happen. You are allowed to tell Kari ‘no,’ you know.”

Another shower of snow assaulted the car, but at a sprinkle’s pace. Consistent, and still threatening in their current situation.

They sat in silence as Niko blinked hard a few times, trying to get the world to fall back into balance but he felt like he was on a rocking ship lost in the sea of snow.

The wind continued to blow and he felt the increasing paleness of his skin. His teeth chattered together, his lips trembled and he bit back a whimper. It was only going to get colder. The snow would just keep piling.

He craned his head to look through his backseat before he realized the emergency kit was in his trunk. He gave Lena one last look before he stepped outside of the car again. The alarm for the door being open somehow echoed louder and louder the further he got away from it.

He staggered to his trunk, with an embarrassing amount of effort he popped it open. He wrapped a spare blanket he had around him, brushing off the rest of the snow that had fallen onto him, but the blanket still felt too thin—he still shivered, snow still fell onto it and melted into it. He may as well have been wearing a cape of ice.

He found a flare in the kit, and ignited it which sparked Lena’s attention.

“We have to get shelter,” he explained himself.

He drew an arrow in the snow, pointed the flare in the direction they would head towards.

“The meat plant isn’t too far off.”

“Okay,” Lena agreed. “You got a first aid kit in there?”

“Huh?”

“Your head,” Lena traced the line of blood still pulsing.

“Uhm…no…I-I don’t know where it is…” he muttered, confused. He wiped the side of his face, it didn’t hurt so it must not be that bad. “It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

She walked towards him, hooked her arm in his. He tried to shrug it off in protest but his next attempt at walking in a straight line made him fall into step with her. He felt like he was limping on a broken leg, the snow was a frosted white bog of tar pulling him down.

“What does Kari need that couldn’t wait until morning?”

“He doesn’t trust the daytime employees. He thinks the angle of the security camera was tampered with and also thinks there’s something in the manager’s office that maybe the night staff could help us unlock.”

“Without a warrant?”

“That’s suddenly a problem for you?” Niko chuckled. He looked behind him, the flare and the car were still within sight.

“Ah, so that’s why you picked me up, huh?”

“I don’t know why he didn’t call you in the first place.”

“He knows better than to bother me at this time of night. Unlike you.” Lena playfully nudged her shoulder into his. “I wouldn’t have come if I really minded, though,” she added when Niko gaped his mouth open in worried offense.

“Good. I’m….glad you came. I’m…sorry I got us into an accident.”

“Wasn’t your fault.”

Niko waved the flashlight across the field of snow. The world had finally stopped teetering but he still felt lightheaded in shock. The tire tracks that had helped him this morning had long since covered up with the new layer.

Was there an intersection at this bit of road? Did they have to make at turn? He could have sworn it was a straight shot after the winding road but a wave of uncertainty shivered down his spine. Lena hadn’t gone with him and Kari to the scene during the day, she was waiting on him for direction. He gulped, and decided to just keep moving forward, they’d have to see the building soon enough.

His feet began to feel sore. His head began to nod downwards. The silence between them felt unresolved. She said it wasn’t his fault but it most definitely was.

He needed to talk it out.

“I know we said we wouldn’t talk about it—”

“So we are not going to,” Lena pinched his arm.

“I think we s-should,” Niko refuted with a nasty shiver. “What else do we have to talk about right now?”

“We could keep walking in silence.”

She started walking faster, tugging his arm in a warning to go just as fast or she’d throw him to the finish line.

“Lena.”

Niko stopped, Lena stumbled out of his grip backwards to face him, but not to look at him in the eye as she rolled her eyes with a sigh. She hugged herself, pulling her coat as tightly as she could around her body but he saw small puffs of frustrated breath pipe out of her uncomfortably clenched teeth.

“What’s there to talk about? We helped each other get what we needed. You want to do it again, is that it?”

“Well, yeah, but not right now.”

Lena laughed unbelievably. Her nose and cheeks were rosy red.

“You’re not in your right mind for this. Next thing you’re going to tell me you love me.”

“I do.”

The words came out in a puff of cold air that hung suspended between them. Niko had said it with a bluntness to match her own. As if it was the simplest thing in the world for her to understand. He unraveled the blanket around him and approached her. She didn’t step back as he expected. She allowed him to put the blanket around her. There was a gleam of gratitude in the daggers of her eyes.

They kept walking in a more comfortable silence and he dared to think his mind was finally at ease. He could see a shadow sprinkled with soft lights in the distance, square, tall, imposing. A factory behind an illuminated curtain of the falling snow. They were so close. He wrapped himself around her side, the crunch of the snow between their feet synchronized.

But his heart froze when one of the crunches turned into a crack.

And that’s when he remembered, there was a small lake at the front of the property.

One of his legs gave out, and plummeted into a pit of ice water. He shoved Lena away before using both his arms to stop his entire body from sinking into the growing puddle but slammed his head down in effort to push himself up and out. Once he got enough height, he quickly scrambled backwards out of the water. His legs had gone to an immediate numb in the sheer cold, he couldn’t feel them. He held himself still, eyes wide in terror that the ice would continue to crack and the gaping maw of a frozen hell would swallow him completely. He turned his head, Lena had made it to what must have been the shore, and he slowly crawled his way towards her.

“Niko! Quickly!” she barked at him. He kept reaching a hand out, searching for something to grab onto but even the packed snow didn’t offer much grappling, and his hand would fall onto the very flat surface he was trying to escape. He had to rely on his upper body to do the job but another bout of vertigo slowed him even further. Lena was on a slant, he feared that she would just slide down along with him.

“You idiot, come on!” Lena bent down, a hand reached out from the bundle of blanket towards him. He blinked, slower and harder with every labored breath. The numbness turned into a thousand needles and he stifled a whimper as the previously unpleasant crawl became painful. He tasted iron in his mouth, his wound must have opened again.

Despite the effort and the pain, he used the returning sensation in his legs to give himself one final push onto a bed of snow with nothing but earth underneath it. He lay flat on his back, panting, and closed his eyes.

“Niko? Niko! Stay with me!” Lena shouted at him. He felt something cover the lower half of his body, but the upper half suddenly felt colder. His fingers burned with pain at the smallest twitch, he suddenly feared they would snap off altogether.

His eyes opened, and in front of him Lena was above him, tapping the side of his cheek. Leaned in for a kiss, to resuscitate him.

He blinked, and she was gone. Somebody else was in her place…Kari?

“Niko? Niko!” Niko narrowed his eyes, his mouth hung open. “You’re in shock,” Kari added in explanation.

“Lena, where’s Lena?”

“She’s on her way.”

“On her way to where? She-she was just here…”

Niko turned his head, the blanket he thought he had given her was being lifted out of the snow by someone in the far distance.

“I-I don’t…”

“It’s the hypothermia. Or the head wound,” Kari gently tapped Niko’s forehead. “Or maybe both.”

“How did you find me?”

“You didn’t call me back, I knew how long it’d take for you to get there. It's a miracle I found you when I did,” Kari thumbed behind him to indicate the factory that he almost made it to. Kari’s eyes flicked up, and he got to his feet, waving his hands. “Hey! I found him! He’s over here!”

Niko winced at the sudden brightness once Kari pulled back the curtain. It was early morning, the sun was rising. He didn’t feel cold anymore, instead felt like he was being cooked alive.

“No, no, no, don’t do that,” Kari warned him as Niko tried to strip off the sweater he had under the coat that he must have wrestled off and put over his legs.

“It’s hot…”

Kari puppetered Niko’s arms initially away from his body, his clothes, before crossing them together and pushing them onto his chest to keep him warm.

“Help is on the way,” he advised the younger man. “Just stay with me.”

Kari morphed into Lena again. She was straddling him.

“I like it on top,” Niko whined.

“So do I, but it’s only fair we take turns.”

Niko closed his eyes again, and giggled.

“On top of what?”

“Nothing,” Niko answered, maybe a little too quickly. “Can you let go of me now?”

“As long as you promise not to go streaking into the winter wilderness.”

He wouldn’t have the chance to do that anyway, as he started to slip back under the ice into unconsciousness.

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He briefly awoke in the ambulance to feel his head get wrapped with a bandage, the wound in his forehead felt larger than before, and his eyes widened when he saw an icicle the size of a screwdriver melting into a pool of blood on the table beside him.

The throbbing faded away gently until he swam out of the darkness again, back into an overbearing light over his body, heating him up.

“They’re roasting you like a chicken,” Lena dryly chuckled.

His head lolled to the side to find her sitting with her legs crossed in a hospital chair, her coat draped over the side. She had been there a while.

She pulled the chair closer, grabbing his hand.

“You okay, Frosty?”

Better now that you’re here.

He nodded, biting down on his lower lip.

“Really…I’m glad you’re okay. I mean it.”

“I know. I—...thank you.”

“When you’re feeling better…I think…we should talk. About the other night…I’ll make another house call to your place.”

His eyebrows rose. His heart fluttered.

“I’d like that,” he croaked.

“It’s a date then,” Lena smirked, patting the hand she cupped into her own.

#sorjonen fic #niko uusitalo #lena jaakkola #niko x lena #bordertown #sorjonen #mk.op #mk.fic #sorry i like to see you suffer niko #no idea what i'm gonna call this when i post to ao3 lol

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bikepackinguk · 1 year ago

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Day Fifty-seven

The rains yesterday evening managed to carry on solidly through the night and well into the morning today, so rather than get everything soaked I had a chill start to the day waiting them out, allowing me to finally get up and underway a little before noon. No need to rush!

Along the trail over the now swollen River Garnock, it's a gentle ride into Irvine through some pretty memorial gardens and around the local golf course, before rolling down past the harbour to take in the beach view at the end of the River Irvine.

With ideal timing, the sun emerges as I take in the view here. Should hopefully be a good day!

Following NCN Route 7, it's more very welcome off-traffic riding as the trail dollows through some lovely gardens and woodlands, before swinging back down to the shore at Troon.

A bite to eat is had at Barassie Beach, then the ride continues around the harbour and continuing south.

The cycle path runs alongside the A79 for a stretch past Prestwick Airport, before heading down through the town itself.

I spy Ayrshire Cycle Services on the ride through, and having had my bike's bell damaged at some point in the Highlands I take the opportunity to stop off for a replacement and to top up my tyre pressure.

I'm not sure exactly when the bell actually broke, but as it's been all road riding for weeks it hasn't been needed or noticed. Now I'm back in the land of dual-use cycle and pedestrian paths, it's an invaluable piece of equipment and I'm glad to have it back to save me having to constantly slow down and ask people to excuse me!

On from Prestwick, it's along some juddering coastal paths into Ayr, where I have another stop to get some more gas for my stove.

Back on the bike, it's down to the beach for a lovely long flat ride along the promenade, with some great views over the water.

The clouds are starting to gather a little by now, but they don't look too horrible for now, and a cooler day makes for easier work.

Which is necessary, as a little further after crossing the River Doon I come to the end of this great section of cycle paths and it's time to hit the A719 to continue up and over the cliffs further round the coastline.

The climbs up aren't too much fun with the busy traffic, but after a couple of days of easy riding and with gentler gradients, the legs are in good shape to slog up and over them.

As the road climbs higher it does at least being some beautiful views across the Firth of Clyde and I can see the end of the Kintyre Peninsula across the water. This is far easier work than being back there!

Continuing on up to Dunure, the air has turned misty with moisture but can't quite bring itself to rain down properly. With it hitting rush hour, I don't relish the thought of the road being even busier, so take a bit of shelter to have a good spot of dinner to wait out the worst of it.

By 6pm, the road has quietened significantly, so it's off once more, around the corner with a lovely view of the woodland hills ahead and Culzean Castle overlooking the coast.

There's some more hills to climb up as the road passes through the castle estate with its plentiful trees, and some bone-juddering road surfaces on the next downhill announce the arrival into Maidens.

With it starting to hit 7pm I'm feeling it's time to find a spot for the night, so uphill out from Maidens and a little further down the road is a turnoff to quickly stop by at see Turnberry Lighthouse, before a little backtracking allows finding a lil patch of trees off the golf course to pitch up and have a nice lie down.

After a few very soggy nights, I'm hoping the rains will relent tonight to allow the tent to finally get a little dried out, but we'll see what happens!

TTFN!

#bikepacking #bicycle touring #wild camping

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