#Lake Helen

[fivepoint-12]

In case you haven’t heard…

The Lake Lure Assistant Chief Chris Melton who threatened to arrest the fire fighter helicopter pilot (and every other pilot) and who also promised to rescue the husband who the pilot had to leave behind is still blocking aid and a liar. Well, the husband was finally rescued after he climbed down the mountain by himself and was ultimately reunited with his wife.

They did a presser and the wife corroborated the entire sleazy story.

These guys look like complete fucking retards

Here a petition to fire their ass

[aria-diary]

Footage of the destruction caused by Hurricane Helena on October 27, 2024 at Chimney Rock and Lake Lure in western North Carolina. Those of you who have ever visited this place know what it looked like before. Just for information: In the area of ​​Lake Lure and in the mountains surrounding this lake, the famous movie Dirty Dancing and The Last of the Mohicans was filmed.🙏🥺

Also the same event happened recently in Bosnia (BIH). 🥺My condolences to all the families who have lost their loved ones.🕊️🕯️

[lesbianmariuspontmercy]

there is no other version of this story.

true trans soul rebel - against me! // yellowjackets // lake mungo dir. Joel Anderson // the final girls dir. Todd Strauss-Schulson // revisiting mockingjay - sydney bucksbaum // hannibal // white is for witching - helen oyeyemi // abel and cain in the sandman // the gods show up - michael kinnucan // the worm king's lullaby - richard siken

[white-cat-of-doom]

Another exciting two show day for Cast 14 of the Oasis of the Seas.

Some candid photos of the current Cast, with Helen Turner as Demeter, Martha-Frances Henry as Grizabella, Adam Hearn as Coricopat, Alice Rimmer as Cassandra, and Joe Hewitt as Alonzo.

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In more recent news, Peter James Lake is back with musical, having taken over the role of the Old Deuteronomy and having his first show with his new Cast today.

In other news, yesterday marked the first full rehearsal for the upcoming Cast 15! They have another one today.

16 February 2024.

[orofeaiel]

Harry's Ridge Trail

[rolloroberson]

[kimberly40]

Lake Lure in Rutherford County, North Carolina before and after Hurricane Helene.

A mass of debris, including overturned pontoon boats and splintered wooden docks and tree trunks, covered the surface of Lake Lure

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

Yeeeah it is way scarier if the vampire can eat anyone. Can you imagine Dracula but when Jonathan cuts himself Dracula goes ":/ not a girl" or the first mate goes "good thing vampirism is no threat to me or I'd need to jump" or Dracula trying to eat Mina and going "curses, foiled by matrimony". Then the threat is that no one is safe from the vampire, not just Girl Virginity.

Yes, exactly. When the human heroes go on a dumbass expedition to the crypt in the middle of the night I need to be at least a little bit worried that the vampire might Fucking Get Them or what's the point??

Also, vampires only being a threat to Girl Virginity is creepy in a bad way and the subtext implied by it is definitely not something I'm keen to preserve from the original text.

[sucka99]

[felinewanderer]

Seeing the absolute devastation of Lake Lure, North Carolina is sobering. We were without power for a couple days and the streets were filled with tree debris. Lines were down and a few trees came with them. Grocery stores are emptying and people are trying to recover.

But that is nothing compared to the loss of Lake Lure.

The city is gone. Leveled. There is a death toll of 56 so far. I cannot comprehend what they're going through. It truly makes me realize how lucky we were. Had Helene veered just a touch further east, that could be us.

My heart goes out to all of those in need. If you can help, please do.

CNN on recovery efforts

Lake Lure official site

Lake Lure Adventure Co. Fund Raiser

Post of other ways to donate

Video of current situation

[flyingiseasy-landingnotsomuch]

Mt. Adams, Mt. Hood, Spirit Lake, and Mt. St. Helens. Not a bad view or spot for lunch.

[zackkcore]

Your direction is more important than your speed.

[liquideggs]

idk if this will post or if anyone cares but i’m alive. my town in western NC got hit really hard by the hurricane. one which we have never experienced and weren’t prepared for in the slightest. basically the entire town has no power. stood in line at the grocery store yesterday for 2 hours to buy $21 worth of food bc that’s all the cash we had. my family and my house is fine, but our situation is currently indefinite.

[hislittleraincloud]

She'll Be Alright (Rated T, Cairo Sweet/Jonathan Miller (Jairo), angst, fluff, for hurricane relief efforts in the South, 1300 word drabble)

Cergy, France 

The weather was as muggy as it had ever been, on and off, during their stay, but Jon surmised that the faint frown on her face that had weighted her bowed lips down during the times it was too hot to write wasn't there for the lack of inspiration or motivation.

“What're you doin’?” 

Jon tried to quickly slide the glass door shut, but the faint smoke smell followed him in. Cairo was curled into herself on the small couch, scrolling through her apps.

“Cairo,” he leaned against the wall, staring at her ponytailed profile. “I thought we agreed —”

“That contract is void, Jon,” she snapped, more out of despair than irritance. “I can't —”  she made a half-hearted effort to look up, but her neck was hurting from being held hostage by her compulsion towards worry. She sighed. 

It wasn't him, but he wasn't helping. 

She sighed again, the frustration having collapsed into defeat as her hand fell into her lap. “I just can't.”

Their little one bedroom apartment in Cergy-Pontoise was tiny, but she was tiny, “So it works out,” she had cooed upon her booking with her cheeky, dimpled grin. At the time, it was her romantic heart that just wanted to get away from all of the heartache that home had left them to suffer, Paris being the first stop on their year-long tour of living — and loving — in Europe.

The apartment was perfect for that, offering a cozy — perhaps slightly cramped — living space for them to begin their journey together, writing whenever and wherever they felt like it, whether it be on the queen bed or lounging in the small garden patio that reminded them of home. It was the color scheme of the listing that had drawn Cairo in, but once they arrived, it thrilled her even more; the blacks, greys, celadon and verdant greens of the paint and decor matched everything at Sweetland Manor, greatly lessening her anxiety and keeping her homesickness at bay in the slightly paler and more modern trade-up. The garden even had an ironwork table, albeit a small, round, white one whose surface was not equipped in either size or stability for the kinds of activity that the one back in Benson had seen. The only thing they hadn't quite counted on was the size of the (mini)fridge and the lack of a full stove, for as cute it was that the aesthetic fit Cairo's petite stature, it didn't cooperate well with either Cairo or Jon’s ravenous appetites for something other than sex and cigarettes. Still, it had become their home away from home, their writing and lovemaking something out of a quaint and boringly repetitive erotic novel that brought them the pleasure and bonding that she had only dreamt about when she planned her gap year around the man she was smitten with, and who was smitten with her. It had been a dream, these past two months ‘under the roofs of Paris’, until the nightmare back home invaded their tranquility.

He sat down, nudging his way against her side, his left arm coaxing her shoulders into an easy slump against his chest.

“I know, alright. You...aren't the only one scared to death about all this shit.”

She shifted, her knuckles idly sliding against his tee. “You worried about Bea?”

He blinked, his brow twitching before correcting itself. There wasn't a hint of venom in her voice at the mention of his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“She ain't even in the pathway. Neither is Benson, you know —”

“It's close enough! Knoxville —”

“Is two counties over! And even if the floods are bad, it's solid. It'll be fine —”

“How do you even know that —”

“It's Lovell Hill.  Hill. You ever get floodin’ there?”

“It don't matter if I never got floodin' this bad before, Jon! People on top of fuckin’ mountains are gettin’ affected. There's dead bodies in the trees, kids, babies floatin’ down the floodwaters. A thousand year flood done washed Asheville away,” her voice cracked. “I hate it here.”

“You don't hate it here —”

“Yes I do!  Right now I do! I can't do nuthin’ about anything!”

“And what exactly do you think you could be doin’ back home besides bein’ trapped in the house with nowhere to go except the second floor?”

“...But Miss Kitty —”

“She'd find her way to that second floor,” he spoke softly but assertively, a hand patting the air as if to quickly stamp out a flame. He accidentally let a small tick of impatience slip through his throat, but immediately recovered, reaching for her hand. “Or the attic. She'll be okay —”

“There's no one to feed her! Boris n’ Black evacuated! Did they take the cat?  No, they didn't!”

Jon recalled the text. It had been a flash flood warning, and they all needed to evacuate immediately. There was no time for anyone to drive all the way over to the Hill to get the cat.

“I'm sorry —”

“I'm just — I'm just — ” her hand bounced against his stomach as a video on her phone held a silent loop of the rushing, ochre-colored waters of the floods onscreen. “The Rainbow Bridge up in Lake Lure washed away. Peoples’ live pets are bein’ washed away. There was one lady who lost ten cats — ten of ‘em, and I can't — hey!”

Jon had snatched the phone out of her hand and kept an iron grip on her waist as he held her phone at his long arm’s length.

“Watchin’ those TikTok videos ain't helpin’, baby girl.” 

He started to chuckle as she struggled but wasn’t truly putting any effort into getting it back. She only mildly hated it when he was like this, smacking at his arms until she hugged them to her chest in a caress, too drained from all of the blunt, realtime depictions of life and death at the hands of a very angry Earth. When she relaxed, he tossed her phone two feet away onto the bed and lay with her comfortably cradled in his arm. 

“I know it's hard. It's hard feelin’ so — helpless. But there ain't nuthin’ either of us can do right now except live our lives.” He cupped her rounded jaw with his fingers, stroking his thumb against her pouty lip. “At least try to.”

She kissed the pad of his thumb, but then shook away from it. “I’m tryin’.”

“I know you are.” They lay in silence for a minute, listening to each other's heavy breaths in the damp evening air. “We can't go home now.”

“I — I know.”

“Hey,” he whispered.

“What.”

“You know I love ya?”

“...I love you more,” she pouted.

“You just love more. Explains your pain over all of that —”, his hand squeezed her shoulder, “ — stuff back home.”

“And you ain't pained? You ain't bothered at all? You…heartless old codger.”

He laughed. “That what you really think of me?”

“No. But I hate that you're so calm n’ collected. It just makes me look crazier.”

“You're allowed to be crazier.”

“...Sexist.”

“Ain't nuthin’ to do with that and you know it.”

“I hate it here.”

“That's fine, I've only been packin’ for London for the past three days —”

“And I hate you.”

“Funny, I thought I just heard a little crazy, farty little forest fairy tellin’ me that she loved me more than I love her.”

“I do,” she pressed her palms into his stomach as she lifted up, eliciting a sharp wince in his disbelieving, open-mouthed grin. She flashed a smug grin of her own and gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing up and off, bouncing to the bed for her phone. “Imma call Daddy. I bet he can get someone out there to help.”

“...You do whatever you need to do, sweet pea.”

The region in which the Under Virgin Circumstances universe is set has seen unprecedented devastation to all life with Hurricane Helene and hurricane season is far from over. Here are a few links where you can help contribute funds to the rescue and relief efforts:

The International Fund for Animal Welfare donation pages for Helene and for Milton Efforts

The Humane Society of the United States Hurricane Rescue & Relief Efforts

Charity Navigator: Hurricane Helene & Milton Relief Efforts (includes links for pets and their humans)

[white-cat-of-doom]

Days of hustle and bustle from Cast 14 of the Oasis of the Seas.

Jaime Mollineaux as an ecstatic Gumbie Cat.(Source)

Helen Turner as Demeter.

Thomas Alsop as Skimbleshanks.

Martha-Frances Henry as Grizabella on one final walk with Peter James Lake as Old Deuteronomy.

February 2024.

[magzthemad]

I thought Hurricane Helene was going to give me some great inspo in an “eye of the storm” type way but she really tore through my city like girl was not here to play