#disaster for america

[lenbryant]

LOL. Oligarchs 'R Us. TrumPutin, Inc. is about to roll right over us all.

[pixierainbows]

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[brainrotcharacters]

Wade and Logan are about to be the Problem Pair™️ to both their allies and their enemies alike?????

Picture it, nerds. Deadpool: weirdo who talks to someone you can't see, Special Forces training, dual adamantium katanas, dual guns, punch daggers, extra knives extra blades extra guns and yet the actual arsenal is how the motherfucker never shuts up.

And actual Wolverine: shadowing him like a guard dog. Except Deadpool doesn't necessarily need it? He'll gloat about it from morning, long after the sun comes down, not to mention it defaults Wolverine to being his first target to annoy (because he's physically the nearest). But necessity? Wade will do that anime thing where his katana is barely out of the sheath and he already cut down their enemies.

Logan? I'll reiterate what I said in a previous post: that senior citizen will cut down all the enemies Wade missed. And Wade misses a lot, agent of chaos as he is. Deadpool's regeneration notwithstanding, listen to the snick of Wolverine's claws when you incapacitate his partner, he's irrationally protective. And it works vice versa! If Wolverine is down, look for something red. (There's no guarantee seeing Deadpool lunge at you with a sword in one hand, a gun in the other, scowling through his mask, will make a difference to your survivability as their enemy.)

They're a special brand of disorienting, these two. Logan will probably learn to lighten up and joke around again depending on how long he's been with Wade, and Wade will certainly settle in as an adamantium katanas user when the OG adamantium user is, not to be Pride and Prejudice, warming his bed. It'll catch you so off guard as an opponent to these two that they can deal damage so great that it echoes to your ancestors, and then say something so out of pocket to depress you so bad you never get up from where you're bleeding on the floor.

[lanaaareydel]

this song is so underrated but so amazing, it's sad.

[themostefficientwaywithwater]

it's so strange to see only spanish people talking about the natural disaster that destroyed valencia, spreading info and sharing fundraisers, while all the international people that i follow goes on with their lives as if nothing happened. when milton was menacing florida, everyone was talking about it and spreading awareness and urging to donate to those affected. even foreign media, including ours. and now i see practically nothing about what's happening in valencia? the only comment from a foreing user i saw was a twitter guy lamenting that "because what's happening in spain we're going to have food shortages :(" as if we were their personal supermarket.

people have died in valencia. people are dying in valencia. people have lost their homes, their families, their source of income. people are killing themselves because they have lost *everything*.

please have some compassion. spain is not just a vacation resort, nor a retirement home, nor a nightclub. is a country, with it's culture, and with it's people. and it's people are suffering.

please, donate what you can. and if you can't, please, please, at least spread the word.

(just as an afterword, but for comparison: hurricane milton killed 17 people in florida. valencia's cold drop has killed so far 217 people, and more than 2000 remain disappeared. think of all the attention milton got, both in america and in foreign media, and now think about how much attention valencia deserves).

[thiagodasilva]

if the same group of folks that have organized this copa america are also going to be responsible for the world cup in 2026…we’ve got a big problem

[butwhypants]

I think the part that feels the worst about the outpouring of hatred in response to the Israel/Palestine conflict is that... like... my country is responsible for genocide! I do live on colonized, stolen land! My money does go towards the mass killing of innocent Arabs!

... my country of course being America. Like, even just counting deaths due to being directly shot by US soldiers and planes, over 450,000 civilians died since 9/11. My house is literally built on unceded tribal land, of which so many of the indigenous inhabitants have been killed in a genocide that their entire culture group would not be able to fill my local neighborhood if they were allowed to return.

I don't want to downplay the level of humanitarian crisis going on in Gaza right now, but I have received dozens of death threats for being Jewish, and 0 for being American. I'm beginning to think it has more to do with hating Jews, and a lot less to do with defending civilians.

[patronsaintofwhores]

hurricane helene has made me realize something: the north could not care less about us. this might upset some northerners but be fr, the south is begging for help- north carolina has towns that are completely flooded and wiped out, georgia has towns that are still flooded and struggling- but i haven’t seen anyone from the north even try to help. in fact, i have watched people from the north say its a good thing, that we deserve it for being a red state. for one, no matter how you vote we are still people. two, is it that hard for yall to comprehend that not everyone from the south votes that way. and not everyone from the south even has the option to leave- and many don’t want to. do we deserve to be drowned and uprooted? do the children, who have no say over their parents actions deserve it?

[stellar-solar-flare]

A Fairytale Of A Disaster | S.R.

Chapter 2: Looking For The Happy Ending

Explicit - 18+ only! | Steve Rogers/Doctor!Reader

Your friend set you up with a perfect guy. Unfortunately, when it's time for you to meet 'Grant' for the first time, he has stood you up. On Valentine's Day of all days.

Was it too good to be true? Or does he instead have a very, very good reason why he's late, and a desire to make it all up to you?

FIC MASTERLIST | AUTHOR MASTERLIST | AUTHOR AO3

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Fluff, hurt/comfort, meet-cute, misunderstandings, eventual smut, healthy communication. | Background Sam Wilson/OFC.

Chapter Word Count: 2696 words.

Reader Specifics: She/her, late twenties (a few years younger than Steve in this fic). Training to be a trauma surgeon (has completed med school, in residency stage). Likes books and houseplants. No description of appearance (other than clothes and such), no use of Y/N.

A/N: I wanted to write a Valentine's Day oneshot, and then it turned out it has parts. Oh no. Well, here we are. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little trope collection! As always, thank you for reading, and hearing what you think means a lot to me.

Alternate Universe: The Avengers Initiative continued SHIELD's work after its collapse to corruption. The Avengers are living together in the Compound - Bucky has healed, and Civil War never happened because Tony and Steve worked through their differences like adults.

Chapter Warnings: Discussion of Steve's canonical trauma; mentions of Steve/Peggy.

I do not own anything Marvel related. This is an unofficial fan work. No copyright infringement intended. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 2: Looking For The Happy Ending

A part of you was really, really glad that you had decided to order the wine; you could feel your nerves flaring up, now that the initial surprise at the evening’s direction had passed. It was less so that he was Captain America, the literal superhero, the most eligible bachelor in the entire country according to many, and more so that his musky scent and his warm presence were going straight to your head. It felt like on some level, after all the conversations, you already knew who he was, but messages couldn’t have prepared you for everything. Like how the sheer presence this man had, how he could simply stand next to you and send off a signal that he was completely aware of you, was making your head spin. Feeling some initial curiosity and a little crush over messages was one thing; being hit in the face with the raw, sparkling physical attraction you were feeling was quite another. And even as you didn’t exchange words — too much attention here, too many ears listening — you could see Steve stealing looks at you over the brief minutes you waited.

You weren’t quite so sure any more that you didn’t believe in fairy tales.

The car arrived so fast that you were at least half-certain that Steve had carried it with him, tucked into his back pocket with the assistance of some Tony Stark’s bordering-on-magic technology. You barely had time to get your food back in a cardboard takeout container and finish the glass of wine before Steve glanced at his smartwatch and told you that the car was waiting.

You reached for your purse to pay the bill, and he stopped you with a gentle hand placed on your forearm. He’d slipped into the bathroom earlier to wash the worst of the dirt off his hands and face, and now, when he wasn’t afraid of making a mess out of you — oh, your subconscious needed to get things together or you weren’t going to survive this night — you could feel the entirety of his palm pressed on your bare skin.

“Please. Let me. That’s the least I can do for having kept you waiting,” he murmured, his eyes in yours.

He was already going to cook for you; you thought about arguing about the fact, but looking into his eyes, it was clear that this was very important to him. You could have afforded it, certainly, and it did feel a little unfair to let him pay when he hadn’t been enjoying the food at all. But since he was on Tony Stark’s payroll, you doubted the few drinks, the appetizer, and the fish and chips you now held under your right hand were going to make much of a dent in his cash. If it made him feel better…

“Only if you insist,” you replied after a beat, smile on your face.

“Oh, I do,” he smiled. “A lady never pays on the first date. That’s the rule. Especially when I asked her out.”

Apparently, Steve’s rules for a first date also included helping you into your coat and paying for the tip of the person working in the cloakroom. His hands were warm when they brushed against your shoulders as you slipped into the coat he was holding up, even as he didn’t linger. It seemed that he ran hot, or that the suit had some sort of temperature regulation built into it, because he didn’t seem to mind stepping from the warm restaurant into the cold February evening. The biting wind made you huddle deeper into your coat for the few steps from the door to the car waiting at the curbside.

“Ladies first,” Steve smiled, reaching to open the front passenger door of the decidedly nondescript black SUV.

Before you could ask, you realized that the driver’s seat was empty.

When he’d mentioned calling the car, you had obviously assumed that he’d be calling someone to drive you over to the Avengers Initiative Campus upstate; instead, he had literally called the car.

“It’s not on the public market yet,” Steve said, answering your wordless question. “Something Tony’s been tinkering with. It’s easier if we have vehicles stashed here and there in fully automated garages.”

“For date-related emergencies?” you grinned as you slipped into the seat, guiding your skirts with a hand as you did.

“Among other things. Although I don’t find myself in this situation very often,” he said as he closed the door after a quick glance to check that your skirt wasn’t going to get caught in the door. “It isn’t the kind of guy I want to be.”

He was smiling, but there was something underneath his tone. For the few seconds it took for him to go around the car and settle in to the driver’s seat after tossing the shield in the backseat — heedless of the white leather of the car and the grime on his suit — you thought about it.

It couldn’t be easy for him to date; not with the reputation and the fame attached to his title. And not with the demands of his job causing all sorts of delays and rain checks; all the emotions coming through his voice had already told you as much. He would’ve accepted it if you hadn’t been willing to give him a second chance after almost standing you up. He would’ve left it there and never bothered you again. And yes, perhaps that would’ve been fair — there was nothing wrong with not wanting to deal with your significant other having a job like that. But the same could also be said about your job.

Instead of replying immediately, you let him focus on merging into the traffic, even as you realized that compared to the things he usually did, driving — even in New York — was probably as easy as breathing. You shifted in your seat to recline more comfortably.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re that guy,” you replied. “Not the one to keep someone waiting without a very good reason, and not someone who dates just for the thrill.”

He gave you a chuckle in reply, but something about the way he glanced at you was so warm that it tingled in your veins.

“Thank you. And it does mean a lot. I can’t say I…” he murmured, his eyes back on the road again and you were certain it wasn’t just about the traffic. “I didn’t exactly have the easiest time concentrating today. I kept thinking that I’d blown the chance to have something great once again, that the world had again decided that I wasn’t making it to a date.”

His words lingered in the air for a few seconds, during which you very clearly understood what he was talking about. Of course, it was ancient history in more ways than one, but everyone knew the story of Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter and the dance that had needed one hell of a rain check because he had sacrificed himself to save the world from the alien weapon. After the seconds ticked by, he glanced at you again, redness on his cheeks and something panicked in his eyes.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I don’t… I’m not comparing, I don’t want to compare, I’m not looking for any sort of replacement for a road not traveled, it’s just…”

He sighed, trailing off again. His eyes stared forward, and his hands squeezed the wheel of the car hard enough that they might leave finger-shaped dents behind. Finally, he spoke again, something resigned in his voice:

“I’m sorry. Look, if you don’t want to do this, if you don’t feel like you’re up for this after that, just say the word and I’ll drop you off where you want,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to make you feel like you’re a second choice or anything like that. I’m obviously not great at this and if you don’t want to deal with that… ”

“Hey,” you said very softly. “No need to go looking for a grenade to throw yourself on, Captain. This isn’t an army camp.”

You reached over, letting your fingertips brush the top of his hand right there on the edge of where the wrist turned into the back of his palm. He glanced over at you again as you sank back to your seat, and even with the brief contact, you didn’t miss the fragile hope in his gaze.

“I’d rather hear how you feel than leave this car,” you continued. “I don’t think there’s anything very surprising about those things crossing your mind, and it doesn’t have to be about comparison. Obviously being faced with rather similar circumstances to the ones that were present when something very traumatic happened to you would bring up memories. Of events, and of people.”

Some of the tension drained away from Steve’s shoulders, but the chuckle that left his mouth was a little joyless.

“You’re pretty good at that,” he said.

“I’ve trained,” you raised your brows. “Comes with the skillset. But seriously, I’d understand if you need a rain check after what has obviously been a pretty intense day for you. We could plan something else.”

Your eyes flickered back to that cut on his chest, visible through the tear in the suit. The wound was already closing, and probably in a few hours it would be completely gone. You wondered if people thought that the same also happened to everything he experienced. If the public accounts about the eidetic memory were true, then he remembered everything, and even as his brain was probably better at processing things and arriving at the place where he could look at experiences logically, that didn’t mean the experience wasn’t intense.

You pulled yourself back to reality, reeling in the doctor and the researcher in your head and looking up at him again. He was staring at you — as much as he could, with his head halfway turned towards the road, but nothing about the way he was driving indicated that he wasn’t focusing on that, too.

“Is everything alright?” you said.

He breathed out, scrambling for words again as he returned his complete attention to the road.

“No, yes, it is, I mean…” he breathed back in, gathering his composure. “I am not used to anyone… getting that. Or even asking that.”

Something twisted in your chest, and had he not been driving, you would’ve wanted to take both his hands into yours. It hadn’t taken you more than a few texts with him to realize that this was a thoughtful man with a big heart and so much to give, and now, it didn’t surprise you that he wasn’t used to people understanding what it was like to be him.

“I don’t think anyone can ever understand another’s experience, not really,” you said. “And I wouldn’t dream of thinking that I know what it’s like to be you, what it was like to go through everything you have gone through. But I know how it is to have to be the one who has everything under control in the operating room. I know how it feels to feel like your job takes over all other aspects of your life. How it is to wonder if you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life and… And thinking that the best chance of finding something great you had had in a long time had just slipped through your fingers.”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks as you said the last words. They had halfway escaped your lips, brought forth by the way he’d accidentally served you his heart on a platter. Even as you hadn’t been fighting gods-knew-what in Antarctica, it had still been quite an emotionally intense night, and that was obviously bringing everything out in the open. You lowered your gaze to your hands in your lap, not really daring to look at him. You might’ve just made everything beyond awkward.

But when Steve spoke, it didn’t feel like that. His voice was genuinely warm, so warm it made the atmosphere change too. As if some sort of miniature sun had suddenly been trapped in the car and its rays were now transforming whatever floated in the air into something you could just let be there, existing in between the two of you.

Forming a bond of trust.

“Thank you,” he said. “For trying to understand. And for telling me all that.”

“I don’t think that’s something you should need to thank me for,” you murmured back. “But I do want to hear, if you want to talk about it. And I want to hear as someone who wants to get to know you, not as someone who is a medical professional.”

The cautious smile on his face had spread a little, and upon your disclaimer, it briefly lit up his whole face. Then, his expression returned to a more somber state, but it wasn’t quite heavy anymore. Just serious, as he looked back to what had once been, and a tiny hint of nostalgia had crept into his voice.

“I think it took me a couple of years to get back out here not because of any burning love for Peggy but because I needed to let go of the life I would’ve had, could’ve had, back in the forties. So that everything wouldn’t be tainted by comparison, not to something that was necessarily better but to something that was familiar. I’d built all these hopes about my life, if I got healthy, if I got into the army, if I met someone with whom we’d hit off… Realistically, it wouldn’t necessarily have been Peggy. It might’ve been, but it might not have worked out at all with her if things had ever progressed beyond some chemistry and one kiss in the middle of a war zone. But I had these images in my head about a happy ending and everything it meant in that era, and I think that if I’d tried to find one here earlier, before I went through all the therapy, I would’ve not been able to appreciate the good things — not because they wouldn’t have been as good or better than what I’d thought I’d have but simply because it wouldn’t have been the exact image I had conjured in my mind. And now, when I finally felt like I was ready to try to find that happy ending again, I was pretty scared that something great was going to slip through my fingers again, as you put it,” he said, and smiled a little sheepishly as he stopped. “I don’t know if that makes any sense. But I don’t want a rain check, if you don’t, despite everything.”

You smiled, not just at his honesty but the admission in between the lines, that he truly thought this might become that happy ending and that it had already felt like something great to him. It wasn’t really a surprise, after what he’d said about being marriage-minded when it came to dating — realistically, things wouldn’t have progressed this far if he hadn’t been thinking that — but it was still different to hear it like this, sitting right next to him and feeling the words, rather than as an explanation of his general mindset over messages.

“I think it makes a lot of sense. And I appreciate your honesty, and the fact that you worked on yourself and made sure you are doing things for the right reasons,” you said. “And for what it’s worth…”

You smiled to yourself, peeling open the cardboard container that held your food and extending it to him.

“…I don’t see a reason why this night can’t be absolutely great despite everything. Want some fish and chips?”

He chuckled, reaching over to grab a fry. As he did, he brushed his little finger briefly over the knuckles of your hand holding the box, sending a tingling feeling of electricity up your arm, and you knew that he heard what you’d said between the lines, too.

I don’t see a reason why this can’t be our happy ending.

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[bitter-hibiscus]

I know I run a fandom blog, but I can't in good consciousness not talk about what's happening in Brazil.

Rio Grande do Sul, my home state, is underwater. The floods are reaching 9 meters in height. Over 74 thousand people are now homeless, and over 300 cities out of the 497 cities in the state are in critical condition. In marginalized cities, the gangs are demanding to be paid to save people. There are 74 confirmed deaths, but that number will grow exponentially once the water is low enough that we can actually see the bodies-- the estimate for right now is over 1000 deaths. This tragedy will become a yearly event because of the utter incompetence of our governor and our president. There are multiple hospitals filled with people who needed to be treated for hypothermia that got flooded and now the patients are stuck inside.

I'll leave below the information to donate money to the government, but if I find any links related to non-profit organizations I will be making other posts about it. If you're American, your donations would be even more important. 5 dollars is equivalent to 20 reais. That's enough to buy someone a meal, or a blanket, or clothes that aren't soaked in dirty river water, or most common medications.

If you have no money at all, please just spread the word. It will encourage other countries to send help our way because Brazil was entirely unprepared for this disaster. Ask your representatives to help us.

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[crimeronan]

man, what have you guys missed in the wonderful world of kitkat....? honestly not much because IMMEDIATELY after the election, i got So So So Sick (tested negative for COVID tho) and so i have been like. almost exclusively indoors.

the good news is i'm on the mend and you guys didn't have to hear me whine for a week straight!

[cataclitsmicdisaster]

conversation I had with my sister today while travelling to Wales

My sister: I'd have loved to see Deadpool interact with Captain America if Steve hadn't died

Me: can you imagine? If not the constant stream of comments about "America's ass" then

Her: wait what if when they inevitably got in a fight, Steve tried to bring him (Wade) back so Wade shot

Both: him in the legs cuz he's shield is the size of a dinner plate!

Me: wonder why The Winter Soldier never did that

Her: he's The Winter Soldier, not The Winter Smart-arse

[lanaaareydel]

"Heatwave 🦄🍧"

[fieriframes]

[Is it love you're after? A sign of the flood or one more disaster? Don't do to me what you did to America. Don't do to me what you did to America.]

[little-apricot-orchard]

Y'all know the drill, the creator turned off reblogs, but they said reposts are alright! Genuinely I cannot repeat this sentiment enough as a queer, disabled Texan of color

[Text ID: a post by anistarrose that reads "This feels like an appropriate time to say USAmericans better fucking not wish natural disasters on states that go red this November. You are not progressive for wishing death and pain upon disproportionately Southern, disproportionately impoverished, disproportionately vote-suppressed, and disproportionately Black states. If Georgia flips back to red or NC doesn't flip blue, I don't want to hear a single fucking hurricane joke. This happens every election year, and every election year it's just as shitty and callous." End Text ID]

[squishosaur]

natsume voice: of course, only a real pathetic sadboy could lose the @pathetic-sadboy-contest in round one....