#John Morales

[inter-volve]

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Hurricane Milton October 7th 2024

NBC South Florida

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

"I tried to warn people. Except that the warning was not well received by everyone. A person accused me of being a “climate militant,” a suggestion that I’m embellishing extreme weather threats to drive an agenda. Another simply said that my predictions were “an exaggeration.”

But it wasn’t an exaggeration."

John Morales, atmospheric and environmental scientist and a fellow of the American Meteorological Society in an article of @TheBulletinOfTheAtomicScientists

[iamdangerace]

Mujeres Podridas (Rotten Women), El Chico en la Discoteca (The Boy at the Disco) from Muerte En Paraiso (Death In Paradise) (2021).

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

me when I randomly remember a small mistake I made ten plus years ago

[sisaloofafump]

The chaos in this bodyswap...

Aquaman controlling Wonder Woman's body. Batman in Superman's. J'onn in Aquaman's. Steel/John Henry in Green Lantern/Kyle Rayner's.

Batman was actually very interesting in Superman's skin:

Body swaps with them are always just so fun.

This is JLA: Foreign Bodies, a oneshot from 1999

[c-40]

A-T-3 137 May Day Disco Pt.1

My first selection of records from 1983 that pertain to May Day

Kenny Lynch - Half The Day's Gone And We Haven't Earne'd A Penny

Kenny Lynch was a British was singer and an all round entertainer who regularly appeared on the television and movies in the 1960s - 80s. What we call a national treasure. He also wrote songs like You Can't Fight It the vocal version of John Carpenter's Assault On Precinct 13 theme as sung by Jimmy Chambers and the theme music for the film Carry On Carry On Emmannuelle. He passed away in late 2019. Half The Day's Gone And We Haven't Earne'd A Penny got to number 50 on the uk singles chart in 1983, Ashley Beedle had a decent crack at spinning the track out to 9 minutes

Michael Henderson - You Wouldn't Have to Work at All (Club Mix)

Unfortunately not the call for a socialist UBS more you please me and I'll give you some beads. The guy is flashy I suspect he's a landlord or some other type of rentier parasite stealing from the workers

Junior - Unison (Dub)

Unison is the largest trade union in Great Britain, it's come under fire recently for the perceived sell out of NHS workers they represent

Junior is the same Junior who sang Mama Used To Say, Tee Scott remixed that single and Let Me Know. Unison is remixed by François Kevorkian with Sigma Sound engineer and producer John "Tokes" Potoker - big names. The original is from the movie All The Right Moves

Strike One - Can't Touch Me Anymore Mix. Boogie on Andy Sojka's Elite Records. It got a reissue with new mixes by Marcel Vocal, Dino Soccio, and Marc Hartman in 2019

Three Million - I've Been Robbed brother and sister Larry and Brenda Butler with Mark King (not Level 42). It's an M+M mix. We know if you've been robbed you'll be lucky for a police to show up never mind catch the culprit

Up The Workers

[lauraisakilljoy]

“we need more complex characters!!” if Lost were released today all of the characters would be cancelled immediately

[giotanner]

If Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish has a dirty job to handle, he already knows his Captain John Price, will be there to clean it up with him, no questions asked. One thing I appreciate about MWII (and the thing with Shepherd in MWIII) and the og Call of Duty games is how we see Price as a morally gray character—someone whose loyalty isn’t aligned strictly with duty, but first and foremost with his men. His loyalty lies there above all. The Task Force is called 141 (one for one), but he’s always got their six.

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[a-b-riddle]

Going back to the idea of 141 protecting accused reader

Check CW in tags

Price collects the names of everyone involved. Who accused you, who took you in, questioned you and anyone who laid their hands on you. Although Kate had nothing to do with it, the Americans, those fucking shadows overstepped. The best Kate can hope for is to avoid a charge with aiding in a war crime. Joining Kyle in interviews to find out the specifics. Who was cruelest? Did anyone touch you sexually? Were you starved? Questions they knew would overwhelm you if prompted.

Once Price’s job is done, Kyle starts to collect all the intel with a simple name. Digging into the lives of everyone responsible for breaking you as well as their loved one. It doesn’t take Kyle long to start planting things to make their lives go nuclear. Evidences of affairs that were AI generated sent to the wives waiting back home with their husbands attached with apology letters from the mistress. Insisting that she didn’t know he was married and to please use this as evidence if she chooses to divorce him.

Simon is the judge, the jury and executioner. Most of the shadows steered clear after everything came to the surface that you were truly innocent. That doesn’t stop him from beating them bloody during sparring. Challenging any one of them. Embarrassing them in front of their peers only to catch them off guard later in the night. Carving their skin, taking their fingernails as trophies. Having to refrain from showing you that he was giving you justice in the only way he knew how.

And then there was Johnny….

Sweet Johnny became your primary care taker. Isn’t phased when you need help bathing or going to the bathroom. Johnny who administered your pain medicine around the clock. Who was your advocate about dealing with the doctors and medical staff when you felt too overwhelmed. Who scheduled your medical appointments for your burns, lacerations and the other injuries and illnesses you sustained. Severed ACL. Upper respiratory infection. Kidney infection. UTIs from lack of hygiene items. Never once making you feel embarrassed. Getting you in touch with a therapist.

All of them doing their part to help you in anyway they can. All of them promising to never let you away from them again.

[theyloveniahhhhh]

sometimes all you need just a older guy to make you happy and bubbly inside.

[oddmediaforall101]

Just an excuse to mash all my bbgs into one picture🫶

Edit: I’m gonna make a whole post dedicated to all different types of priests (or at least attempt to-), so put your faithful bbg in the comments of this post of you have one

[foe-paw]

YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD OUTSMART THE VERY THING THAT RUNS THE BLOOD OF YOUR KIND?

[zvdvdlvr]

tw: suicide, mourning, skipping meals, heavy topic

The day after you killed yourself, he couldn’t get up from your bed. He had gone to your apartment the moment he heard and fell asleep- wrapped around your scent- sobbing into your pillow. Your cat, George Washington, had curled himself into a ball about into the little indent in your designated untouched sleeping pillow- not purring. He only purred if you were around.

The day after you killed yourself, he didn’t get up from the bed until noon. His limbs were so heavy he didn’t really mind going to sleep and not waking up again. In fact, it was your precious baby (George Washington) that had finally got him up. Meowing and whipping his tail at the crying man’s face had succeeded in bringing him to his feet. And when he got up, he saw the sun shine on all the photographs tucked in the side of your vanity mirror- pictures of you smiling back at him with your dimple showing and your eyes squinting the way they did when you were smiling genuinely.

The day after you killed yourself, he went on a drive with George Washington because he didn’t know what else to do and going through your stuff felt like confirmation that you really… weren’t coming back. And he just wanted to believe.

He wanted to believe that if he closed his eyes long enough, he’d see the shape of you refracted by his cornea. He wanted to believe that if he played the playlist you had carefully curated for date night, he would hear you singing along with the tracks just like you always do did. He wanted to believe that, just for a minute, that he was your husband (not just your boyfriend) and he was coming home to you.

When he finally parked in the lot near your apartment, George Washington climbed into his lap. Your songs were still playing on the radio but he couldn’t turn them off.

That night he didn’t eat. Instead he got George’s food and water bowl fixed up before melting onto the couch in front of your TV. He didn’t feel hunger, no, despite the fact he hadn’t eaten anything since the day you…

It was another hour before he brought himself to look at his phone: the incessant, unending buzzing of his phone had finally cut through the murky emotion of grief and numbness and pain and anger. When he scrolled through the notifications, he could only work his thumbs to type out ‘Will call you tomorrow. I love you all.’ to your family groupchat before his vision blurred and he let his eyes close so he could dream of a future he would never have with you.

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

I like to think about how John hyperventilates when he's terrified for Arthur's life. He doesn't have an actual physical panic response to danger so hyperventilating is entirely learned from subconsciously mimicking Arthur's human behaviour

[marsafter-dark]

*sigh*

Inspired by a post by @batkidsaremadkids which I cannot locate for the life of me (not for lack of trying)