#devastating cyclone

[latestnews69]

We feel completely abandoned': Mayotte residents call for help after devastating cyclone

As we've been reporting throughout the day, hundreds of people are feared dead in Mayotte after Cyclone Chido swept a path of devastation through the island.

Here's some of the latest footage we've seen, which shows views of the neighbourhood Labattoir from above: Read more

[permanentboxatsheepsheadraces]

just thinking about how i literally went to go see my favorite show ever last sunday and it was ride the cyclone and it was a bunch of gay college kids performing it so they made mischa and noel kiss a second time while sharing a drink after the birthday song and anyway i've been having consistent heart issues since sunday due to that moment they KISSED of SECOND time oh my god i can't think normally

[ceo-of-lams]

HSHJSJWJW LOOK WHAT I MADE 😭😭

Yellow=Noel

Purple=Mischa

Pink=Both

EDIT: thought to tag @therealbadegg @askthatfuckedupgiirl

[angevvine]

[iridescentis]

okay im soooo normal about this rn but like if anyone could perhaps listen to this and cry with me about penny lamb i would greatly appreciate it pls thank

[porc3lainang3l]

Lovebug ❤️

[misconceivedcapricorn]

My new crack headcannon is that Tammy and Noel are like siblings by technicality

[molliemoo3]

Cyclone didn't wash them all away at the end like it should :(

[postcard-from-the-past]

Diégo-Suarez after a devastating cyclone of 1912, present-day Antsiranana, northern Madagascar

French vintage postcard

[lejournaldupeintre]

Macron vows to rebuild Mayotte after cyclone devastation

French President Emmanuel Macron was met with angry residents of Mayotte, who urged him to help with critical issues plaguing the island in Chido’s aftermath. French President Emmanuel Macron visited the overseas territory of Mayotte, which was devastated by Cyclone Chido, where he pledged to help the struggling population rebuild. His office said he had extended his trip to stay the night on…

[kawaiijohn]

After the hurricane recovery is starting in the states and the damage is so bad in some places, they're either gone or don't have a single road left into town.

The power outage map for the states affected is honestly astounding. I actually know friends in southwestern Ohio that had a tornado/cyclonic thunderstorm from this system knock their power out.

Some places might not get power back for 2+ weeks.

The western half of North Carolina, where the Appalachian mountains are, is so badly damaged that some news stations are warning from any travel, and to consider every road closed until further notice.

Asherville is so damaged there seem to be almost no major roads left in or out of town.

The flooding from this storm is devastating and has destroyed entire towns and wiped some off the map. Damns and other infrastructure are failing all over the affected areas.

Until the flood waters recede sometime in the next few days, we won't have a full scope of just how badly people have been affected, nor will we have a final death toll.

Oh also, apparently the governor of Tennessee has not declared a state of emergency despite several places being catastrophically inundated. Instead he's done this, which is pissing a lot of people off.

[tedzeppelin11]

standing behind them in this song was single-handedly the most devastating part of this show they’re both perfect and incredible

can we talk about vox!talia?

[enter-the-rickyverse]

Ricky in the backrooms

Devastating. He rode the Cyclone and clipped into the backrooms

[reasonsforhope]

My little reason for hope 💖

I live in Far North Queensland (Australia) and we had a huge cyclone this time last year and everything flooded, worse than a lot of areas have flooded before.

People lost everything, one of my favourite local community spots sunk because of the river changing course in the flooding and a lot of the grassland and trees by the river was wiped out along with my favourite birds long term nesting grounds.

It's been a year and life has moved on and it's so beautiful to see.

The locals have had Christmas lights up again and families are getting together and celebrating the new year. People's houses have been rebuilt and repaired and a lot of people who have had to move away are back.

Nature has settled back down and flourished around the newly changed river, the grass and trees are growing back and the land where it has struggled to grow have become fishing or motor cross spots for locals.

And best of all the Welcome Swallows are back nesting at the bridge! There are so many of them and they don't seem bothered at all that they've had to rebuild the same way their human neighbours have had to.

Yes the cyclone was devastating for humans and nature alike but we all grew past it. We rebuilt and everyone supported each other through it and there are long term fights going on politically to prevent new buildings in flood prone areas and new research to see how high flood waters might get if this happens again.

I love that!! Yes, climate change DOES mean more natural disasters, but nature will recover and humans can recover. Part of our job is now to promote that recovery as much as possible, for humans and nature (which we are a part of)

[baekhyunsbestie]

──★ DROWN ˙🍓 ̟ !!

baekhyun's lips x f!reader ―୨୧⋆ ˚ for these two nonnies: (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) + ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ty for the idea babies! 18+/MDNI┆wc: 2.5k+

just thinking of baekhyun’s lips and how they’d send you into a frenzy every time. those lips that curl into a playful smirk before pressing against yours, as if they were sculpted to fit perfectly with your own. they part with a teasing swipe of his tongue, coaxing you open and tasting every gasp and moan as he deepens the kiss, consuming you completely until you’re breathless and pliant in his arms. 

he’d love to trace his lips across your skin, moving down your neck and marking their path with each soft graze, igniting your body with fire as they travel lower, ensuring you feel every touch. they meet yours with a gentle yet commanding presence—soft and inviting, yet undeniably masculine. while his personality is often sweet and fluffy, the moment your lips touch, a shift occurs; he asserts himself, wrestling your lips in a way that makes it blatantly clear who wears the pants in your relationship.

and you absolutely adore it. you simply can’t get enough. you crave those moments when he takes control, when he guides the kiss with a mixture of tenderness and dominance that leaves you breathless. you can’t get enough of his confident energy, the way he makes you feel cherished and desired all at once. it’s nothing short of addicting.

but those same lips? they’re just as devastating in an argument. you’ve seen them press into a thin, tense line when he’s upset, his gaze hardening as his jaw clenches, as if trying to hold back words he knows might cut too deep. his lips part, but instead of the playful teasing you’re used to, it’s frustration spilling out, sharp but not cruel. yet, even in the middle of an argument, they’ll soften slightly when he looks at you, like he’s silently reminding you that no matter how upset he is, it’s still you. always you. and after the cyclone of words and emotions fades, those lips will find their way back to you, kissing away whatever tension lingered, slow and apologetic, as if to say, loving you will always matter more than any fight.

then there’s the way baekhyun looks when he smiles. his genuine smile, the one that’s reserved just for you. it’s the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, lighting them up with warmth as his lips curve into that perfect, heart-melting grin. it’s a silent reassurance that, no matter what, you’re his person. 

his lips part slightly as he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin making the hairs at the back of your neck to stand on end. his gaze softens, melting into something more heartfelt as he looks into your eyes. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs something sweet—words that flutter like butterflies in your chest. “you know i’d choose you every time, right?”

when he notices the blush creeping across your cheeks, a shy vulnerability breaking through, the corners of his mouth lift into a soft, playful smile. it’s a gentle curve that reveals just a hint of his teeth, a detail that sends your heart racing. his lips glisten subtly in the light, capturing your attention and drawing you closer, as if they’re silently inviting you to bridge the distance between you.

oh, and baekhyun knows exactly what his lips do to you. he’s seen the way your eyes flick down to them every time he speaks, how your breath hitches the moment they ghost over your skin, barely touching yet sending a shiver down your spine. he’s not subtle about it either—not in the slightest.

the moment he senses any tension between you, any hint of irritation or that flicker of frustration in your eyes, he tilts his head, his innocent smile playing on his lips as if he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on you. he bites down on his bottom lip, knowing exactly what it does to you. leaning in closer, he murmurs a playful ‘sorry’ against your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine as his lips brush against your skin just enough to make you gasp.

and when you finally cave—because of course, you will—he’ll smirk, all smug and playful, knowing full well that you never stood a chance. “there’s my angel,” he’ll whisper, pressing those teasing lips to yours, soft and sweet at first, before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you hanging. he thrives on the way your eyes darken with want, loves making you chase him for more, because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

but oh, when he gives in, when he lets those lips do their worst, it’s game over. you’re lost in the softness, in the way they claim yours, tugging and teasing until your mind is nothing but a haze of him. and baekhyun? he’s all too pleased with himself, because he knows his lips are your weakness, and he’ll never stop using them against you, just to watch you fall apart in his hands.

and godddd, those lips are a weapon. one minute, they’re whispering filthy promises in your ear, low and hoarse, driving you fucking wild with anticipation, making your knees weak with every obscene detail of what he plans to do to you. the next, they’re quirking in amusement when he sees the effect they have on you—how swollen and red your lips are from biting them to keep from crying out his name. he loves that. loves watching you struggle to maintain some sense of control while his lips are busy unraveling every ounce of it, tearing your self control apart bit by bit.

when he smiles that mischievous smile, it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. his lips, so soft and rich, are a perfect mix of gentleness and raw hunger. they alternate between teasing grazes that make you crave more and deep, possessive kisses that leave you dizzy, breathless, and so utterly consumed by him. the way they tug at your skin, sucking lightly before biting down just enough to make you lose your mind. he knows exactly how to unravel you with just his mouth—how to strip away every defense you have and leave you trembling beneath him, utterly wrecked by the intensity of those lips.

you’ve kissed them countless times, but somehow, each time feels like the first. every kiss sends shockwaves through your body, lighting a fire that only he can extinguish. and when his lips whisper your name—calling you his pretty angel—in that thick, heated silence, barely audible but enough to make your heart race, it’s like a match being struck—the start of something inevitable, a promise of what’s to come.

baekhyun's lips, so supple and pink, feel like velvet against your skin, a perfect mix of tenderness and possessiveness in every touch. those plush, full lips trail along your neck, leaving a warmth that spreads through your entire body. he starts gentle, teasing, letting his mouth linger just long enough for you to feel the heat, before he presses down a little harder, sucking lightly on the delicate skin.

you can feel his breath hitch as his lips form around a patch of skin, pulling it into his mouth, and then the sensation deepens—a little sharper, a little more urgent as his teeth graze your neck. he leaves behind a mark, a small love bite, flushed and sensitive. his lips move lower, repeating the action, giving you little bursts of pleasure and pain, like he’s branding you, leaving his mark all over your body, one kiss at a time.

his lips would quirk into a knowing smile as he pulls away to admire his work—those little bruises he’s so proud of, dotting your skin like a trail of memories from him. his mouth hovers near your ear, whispering, “y’look so good with my marks on ya,” and the way he says it, so soft and possessive, sends a shiver down your spine. he loves knowing that wherever you go, his presence lingers, those love bites a reminder that you’re his, and his lips? they're always ready to leave another.

and when he comes home from a long day of schedules, fatigued and craving nothing but to drift into sleep in the comfort of your arms. but the moment his gaze lands on you, sprawled comfortably in your shared bed, everything changes. you're draped in his white button-up shirt, the soft fabric cascading down your frame, just a touch oversized, the hem teasingly brushing against your thighs. beneath it, you wear his favorite lingerie—delicate lace that hugs your curves perfectly.

that sight sets something off within him. transforming his playful, bubbly demeanor into something intensely primal. the air thickens with anticipation, almost electric. his eyes darken with a hunger that sends a thrill through you. in contrast, you smile up at him sweetly, pretending you have no idea what’s coming. he stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes in a fluid motion as his gaze lingers on you, devouring every inch of your form. his lips part slightly, a teasing smirk curling at the corners as he drags his tongue slowly across them, savoring the anticipation of feasting on you. in that moment, you find yourself relishing the intensity of his gaze, feeling as if he’s about to devour you like a man starved. the thrill sends heat pooling in your core, and you revel in it, fully aware that soon enough, you’ll be screaming and begging him for mercy.

baekhyun’s lips would feel perfect against your skin, but when they’re pressed to your core, they transform into something entirely otherworldly—something that makes you forget everything else. every kiss down your body feels like a promise, building that unbearable anticipation until finally, when his mouth reaches between your thighs, you’re completely undone. “just breathe for me, angel,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers through you. “i’ve got you.”

his lips, warm and insistent, tease you at first—light brushes against your most sensitive spot, making you squirm with need, every nerve in your body igniting. “y’like that, don’t ya?” he taunts softly, his voice low and sultry. he knows exactly what he’s doing, barely giving you what you crave, savoring the way you whimper and arch into him, desperate for more. it’s infuriating, how he draws it out, but you’re hopelessly addicted—addicted to the way his lips feel against you, each kiss sending shockwaves through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

and it’s not just you. baekhyun is just as hooked, his lips never able to stay away for long. he’s obsessed with the way you taste, the way your body reacts to him, as if he needs you as much as you need him. “always so sweet f’me,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to swirl around your clit before he pulls it into his mouth, sucking lightly. the sensation makes your vision blur, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. he loves it—the way you fall apart from just a few touches, the way you lose all control the second he puts his mouth on you.

“tell me what ya’want, angel,” he encourages, eyes gleaming with mischief. but he’s not done—no. he presses harder, lips and tongue working in perfect sync as he devours you, more demanding now, like he’s on a mission to make you come completely undone. each flick of his tongue and every deep, lazy suck has you stumbling on the edge, helpless under his touch, until you’re nothing but a trembling mess. 

“please, baekhyun,” you gasp, your voice shaky with desperation. “i-i need—”

he’d drag it out, loving how you gasp and writhe beneath him, the sight of you clutching the bed sheets for dear life making his dick twitch with anticipation. “just a little longer,” the teasing smirk playing on his lips never leaving as he watches you squirm. “wanna hear ya scream loud f’me.”

when he finally pushes you over the edge, it’s overwhelming—pleasure crashing through you as his lips bring you to a blinding orgasm. “b-baekhyun!” you cry out, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, and he doesn’t stop—not until you’re completely spent, trembling and breathless beneath him, desperately pushing his head away. but that only tightens his grip on your thighs, and his lips seal around your sensitive clit, his hot tongue pressing harder. spiraling you into yet another intoxicating wave of ecstasy.

and when he finally pulls away, his lips are swollen and glistening with your slick trickling down his chin. and he looks up at you with that satisfied smirk, knowing exactly what he just did to you. “you made such a mess,” he teases, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your thigh. he’d look up at you as his lips would curve ever so slightly, hinting at a satisfied smirk that makes your heart race, a playful promise lingering in the air. you catch a glimpse of his tongue sliding out to taste the lingering traces of you on his lips, and it sends another wave of desire crashing over you. 

his lips? they’re your greatest addiction, and baekhyun knows it. he’ll use it to his advantage every. single. time.

and it's the way his lips look when it’s his turn to cum, a mix of ecstasy and breathless whispers that spill out as he praises you, “fffuck—oh god, my angel. my beautiful girl. you’re so perfect. always so, so good to me.” the way his lips twitch—still parted, still panting, flushed from the intensity of it all—makes them just perfect.

baekhyun’s lips are perfect for kissing, for ruining you, and for reminding you exactly who you belong to. his lips slightly swollen, sweet evidence to your influence—completely and utterly because of you and your body. a swell of pride blooms in your chest, knowing that you’re the only one who gets to witness him like this. each shallow breath he takes sends a rush of warmth coursing through your veins, a reminder of the raw pleasure you just shared. every time feels just as good, just as exhilarating, if not more so, than the last.

he’d lean closer, his eyes catch yours, sparkling with mischief and that familiar intensity that always makes your stomach flutter. "you okay, angel?" he breathes, voice low and raspy. you nod, breathless, but all the while you’re thinking about how those lips have the power to ruin you completely.

“good,” he replies, his voice a soft growl, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. the way he leans in, closing the distance between you. his lips hover just above yours, teasingly close, the air between you electric with anticipation. you can feel the heat radiating from him, can see the way his mouth twitches in a way that sends your pulse racing, reminding you that he’s not done with you yet.

those lips, baekhyun’s lips, are your ultimate weakness, and oh, does he know it. they’ll be the death of you—but god, what a way to fucking go.

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° 

[darkmaga-returns]

By Linnea Lueken

Media outlets such as Carbon Brief and The Guardian recently ran articles claiming that climate change is making tropical cyclones worse shortly after cyclone Chido caused destruction and tragic loss of life in Mayotte and Mozambique this past December. This is false. Tropical cyclones are not worsening. Data show no increase in the severity or number of hurricanes and typhoons. In fact, recent research suggests that there has actually been a modest decrease in cyclone frequency and power over the past 30 years.

The Carbon Brief post, “Chido hits; Coal’s new peak; Africa’s energy transition,” citing the Associated Press, claimed that Chido was the “most intense storm to hit Mayotte in 90 years,” and that “[s]cientists have long suggested that climate change is making cyclones worse in the region, but a lack of weather data has hindered more conclusive claims.”

The Guardian’s coverage in the article “Hundreds feared dead as Cyclone Chido devastates French island of Mayotte,” rightly focused examined tragedy of the disaster that occurred there, but the paper could not help itself, claiming in the very last paragraph that tropical cyclones are “getting worse because of the climate emergency,” and “cause large humanitarian crises in poor countries in southern Africa, which contribute a tiny amount to global heating, underlining their call for more help from rich nations to deal with the impacts of climate change.”

The Guardian’s point that African nations need more help because of wealthier nations’ alleged larger contributions to “global heating” is silly, because one imagines that aid would be needed and requested by poor countries when natural disasters occur regardless of climate change. They require help because they are underdeveloped, and they are underdeveloped for a variety of reasons, among them poor institutions, limited property rights, and political corruption, none having to do with climate change.