#Tw tornado

[melanthios-has-glitched]

driving into the storm

[image ID: digital painting of a large tornado on the left side with a tiny truck with its headlights on driving into the clouds. redraw of a screenshot from the 2024 movie Twisters]

this is. um. some art ig (took five hours lol)

it’s a redraw of the twisters scene btw

so funny how i just. put this here and no looks at it !! the numbers this doin? 5. :DDDDD

quality is so bad

[the-real-sans-undertale]

hey besties. guess who was on the verge of a panic attack in the basement because there were tornado sirens going off and they're so fucking loud ✨️💕🌟🎀🌈

and thunder too 🌈✨️ how kawaii

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (378)

The hero gasped at the tornado quickly approaching them and the villain.

“We don’t have time to hide!” They shouted to the villain.

“It’s okay,” the villain said, grabbing the hero’s hand. “Just hold on. I’ll get us out of here.”

[fymo-blogs]

Conditions are prime for tornados, pray for me sistas!!!

(Genderneutral)

[shifting-go-brrrrrr]

So a tornado hit my town, I believe everyone is okay thankfully, but after a terrible week with this as the ending, I'm feeling like shit.

I'm getting out of here as soon as possible.

[mylittlestims]

Dust Devil (the pegasus!) with sandstorms and dust devils, maybe also wheels kicking up dirt?

Dust Devil | Dusty Gust Stimboard with sandstorms

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[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Sea of Voices

Where nothing is truly dead. Polythreme, Clay Men, and living clothing.

[ant1quar1an]

We live we swear-

Have some Ranboo and Techno funny sketches

uh. cw: tornados

"Ayo why is it not movin-"

"Hey chat should I be concerned."

"I'm sure it's fine."

*Techno Shrugs* "Alright."

[sincerecinnamon]

Rain soothes me, even with all the hurricanes I've seen, and even under a tornado warning

[charmwasjess]

This unstable spring weather is reminding me of when I was a teenager, I had a massive, irrational phobia of tornadoes, despite growing up in an area with little to no chance of them. It was so bad that my mom took me to a psychologist because I'd do irrational things like hide in the bathtub instead of going to school if there was any chance of severe weather. It didn't help. Every time the sky got dark, I'd get that weird, frantic, achy-itchy feeling.

And then, one day, I'm sixteen, working my first job at a coffee shop and I get a panicked call from my boss. I look out the window and almost comically, like it showed up just for me, to make some point, there's this beautiful white tornado dancing right towards us. I remember thinking it looked like the skinny part of an hour glass. It's true what they say about them appearing to hold still when they're heading for you, so I got a very good look at it. The trees were bending flat to the ground and the double doors of the shop were getting sucked open. Me and the other teenaged employee crowded the kids (we were also an ice cream shop, there was a birthday going on) into the center room, and we sang "happy birthday" over and over again to drown out the sound of it hitting the building. We were okay, but it took off several adjacent roofs and smashed up cars in the parking lot.

This was a weird way to start loving tornadoes. (cut for weather geekery)

They are like dreams - for all the data, we know relatively little about why they happen. We can see their ingredients: moisture, atmospheric instability, wind sheer, but sometimes all those pieces are in place and a tornado won't form. In fact, most often, it doesn't. They're still rare. The language we use to talk about them endlessly fascinates me: they are born out of thunderstorms called super cells, which have a 'lifecycle.' One thunderstorm can birth a single tornado, or many that live and die along the greater lifespan of the thunderstorm. The way they multiply is fascinating, one tornado can be circled by wispy, smaller, satellite tornadoes, or more rarely, two full-sized tornadoes side by side, a pair of twins. A group of tornados is a "family."

They come in all shapes and sizes. Mine was a skinny rope funnel, and a relatively weak example - F1 on the scale. The 1925 Tri-State tornado, F5, the strongest on the scale, was the longest recorded tornado in history with a 219-mile track. Part of the danger of that storm was that nobody even realized it was a tornado until it was right on top of them because it was so huge: it was said to look like a red, boiling fog from horizon to horizon because it was rain-wrapped, and had sucked up a lot of red river mud. Water tornadoes and fire tornadoes are both a thing.

They behave inconsistently too. The El Reno tornado that killed the storm chaser and scientist Tim Samaras in 2013 is often personified as evil, a storm set out to kill storm chasers, because it seemed to behave with particular, intentional nastiness. In 30 seconds, it went from a small tornado to a 2.6 mile wedge. It's hard to even imagine the scale of something like that: someone observing from a safe distance miles away is suddenly inside the literal tornado within less than a minute. Most tornadoes move in a more or less straight trajectory - this one repeatedly changed directions. But this is just another example of how even when scientists know how tornadoes generally behave, we're still figuring them out.

Of course, all of this is not about overly romanticizing a phenomenon that kills a ton of people each year, a fact that is only going to get worse with climate change. And certainly research funding and money for early warning systems or national weather services being less prioritized in the politicization of climate change.

I still have tornado nightmares a lot. I had one last night, which is I guess why I'm still thinking about the shapes. It's always the same: I'm standing in a house, usually my childhood home, and there are families of tornadoes that go right past it, but never hit. I still think they're so interesting. And it's funny the way anxiety can turn into fascination under the right circumstances.

[cyber-therian]

Finished product!

Would’ve had it done sooner if there wasn’t a tornado

thank you this is beautiful!!!! can i put it in a collection of gifts?

also.. im so sorry about the tornado, are you safe? /gen

[melanthios-has-glitched]

new and improved astraphobia/lilapsophbia safe version!

please go reblog this version if you don’t have any issues with storms (it has the dramatic caption so. yeah)

tw for big storms!!

[image ID: digital painting of a large tornado on the left side with a tiny truck with its headlights on driving into the clouds. redraw of a screenshot from the 2024 movie Twisters]

and our reference

[image ID: tiny truck with headlights on driving into a large tornado. screenshot from the 2024 movie Twisters]

[devrim-selvi]

closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight

Fresh out of the hospital, hobbling around on a pair of crutches, Halloween festivities were almost the last thing Devrim wanted to do. However, he preferred feigning interest in the looming holiday than spending another night in the hospital or being holed up in his house while a revolving door of people tried to care for him. Stubbornly holding out that he was fine, yet unheard in his protests. Coddled, he griped, as if he was a child when, Devrim insisted, he was a grown man.

Yet, a flicker of golden hair had his heart racing like he was a teenager again.

Savannah.

Perhaps he had died in that tank. Crawled his way out of hell and stumbled through heaven's gate. An angel captured in his gaze. As beautiful and magnetic as he'd found her on that very first day. One some fourteen years ago when he'd nearly crashed his boat into the rock on which she sunbathed. Fortune favored him that day, and all summer long as the first taste of magic he'd ever known found him beguiling.

The same winds of fate that had pulled the sails of his boat towards her that summer sent him stumbling through the crowd, on a chase. He bumped into strangers without apology, moving as fast as he could, half ready to chuck his crutches and crawl when he finally caught her. More than a decade had passed. A lifetime by the looks of the photos he'd seen of her and her family online. Ten million times he'd thought about what he'd say if he ever saw her again. Yet, he stood before her without a thought in his head. Only adoration in his wild eyes. A glimmer that slowly faded as he realized where this chance meeting occurred.

"We're not in Kanas anymore." Did she know what this place was? Devrim wondered to himself. For all he knew of her, Savannah was human like him. "A tornado drop you off?"

[r0ttinglem0ns]

i used to love watching storm chasers on the weather channel growing up and i just found a tiktok account thats basically just that and i had to stop watching because i convinced myself if i kept watching tornado videos i would manifest one and be the reason my town gets wrecked the next time it storms (i also had this thought when i woke up from a tornado dream to a sever thunderstorm)

[notreal-nothere]

oc. in 2011, an EF5 tornado eviscerated my home town Joplin, and of course, my childhood home. these pictures are of my home that I took after the storm. i’m still dealing with trauma from it. thought I would make something out of the pictures, something that would convey how I felt.

[confused-canid]

There's a storm going on rn 💔 I keep counting like 123, 123, 123, 123 over and over to make sure that a tornado won't get me 😭 Now I can't fall asleep because what if the tornado gets me (there is no tornado, I'm a light sleeper and the sirens would wake me up)