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The incredible £46m bridge that's completely ended traffic chaos in major part of Wales | UK | News News Buzz
An incredible multi-million pound mega-project has completely transformed a 200-year-old bridge in Wales and built a new road, making travelling in the area so much easier. There were so many problems with the Pont-ar-Ddyfi bridge before the project was completed in February 2024. The bridge was not designed to carry the volume of traffic it was doing at the time, and the road was often closed…
#A487 road#flood preventing#Infrastructure#Machynlleth#Pont-ar-Ddyfi bridge#River Dyfi#road improvements#traffic improvement Wales#welsh river#welsh transport
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Legit though, we should start turning ecosystem restoration and work to make our world more tolerant to the effects of climate change into annual holidays and festivals
Like how just about every culture used to have festivals to celebrate the beginning of the harvest or its end, or the beginning of planting, or how whole communities used to host barn raisings and quilting bees - everyone coming together at once to turn the work of months or years into the work of a few days
Humble suggestions for festival types:
Goat festival
Besides controlled burns (which you can't do if there's too much dead brush), the fastest, most effective, and most cost-efficient way to clear brush before fire season - esp really heavy dead brush - is to just. Put a bunch of goats on your land for a few days!
Remember that Shark Tank competitor who wanted to start a goat rental company, and everyone was like wtf? There was even a whole John Oliver bit making fun of the idea? Well THAT JUST PROVES THEY'RE FROM NICE WET PLACES, because goat rental companies are totally a thing, and they're great.
So like. Why don't we have a weekend where everyone with goats just takes those goats to the nearest land that needs a ton of clearing? Public officials could put up maps of where on public lands grazing is needed, and where it definitely shouldn't happen. Farmers and people/groups with a lot of acres that need clearing can post Goat Requests.
Little kids can make goat-themed crafts and give the goats lots of pets or treats at the end of the day for doing such a good job. Volunteers can help wrangle things so goats don't get where they're not supposed to (and everyone fences off land nowadays anyway, mostly). And the goats, of course, would be in fucking banquet paradise.
Planting Festival and Harvest Festival
Why mess with success??? Bring these back where they've disappeared!!! Time to swarm the community gardens and help everyone near you with a farm make sure that all of their seeds are sown and none of the food goes to waste in the fields, decaying and unpicked.
And then set up distribution parts of the festival so all the extra food gets where it needs to be! Boxes of free lemons in front of your house because you have 80 goddamned lemons are great, but you know what else would be great? An organized effort to take that shit to food pantries (which SUPER rarely get fresh produce, because they can't hold anything perishable for long at all) and community/farmer's markets
Rain Capture Festival
The "water year" - how we track annual rainfall and precipitation - is offset from the regular calendar year because, like, that's just when water cycles through the ecosystems (e.g. meltwater). At least in the US, the water year is October 1st through September 30th of the next year, because October 1st is around when all the snowmelt from last year is gone, and a new cycle is starting as rain begins to fall again in earnest.
So why don't we all have a big barn raising equivalent every September to build rain capture infrastructure?
Team up with some neighbors to turn one of those little grass strips on the sidewalk into a rain-garden with fall-planting plants. Go down to your local church and help them install some gutters and rain barrels. Help deculvert rivers so they run through the dirt again, and make sure all the storm drains in your neighborhood are nice and clear.
Even better, all of this - ESPECIALLY the rain gardens - will also help a ton with flood control!
I'm so serious about how cool this could be, yall.
And people who can't or don't want to do physical stuff for any of these festivals could volunteer to watch children or cook food for the festival or whatever else might need to be done!
Parties afterward to celebrate all the good work done! Community building and direct local improvements to help protect ourselves from climate change!
The possibilities are literally endless, so not to sound like an influencer or some shit, but please DO comment or reply or put it in the notes if you have thoughts, esp on other things we could hold festivals like this for.
Canning festivals. "Dig your elderly neighbors out of the snow" festivals. Endangered species nesting count festival. Plant fruit trees on public land and parks festival. All of the things that I don't know anywhere near enough to think of. Especially in more niche or extreme ecosystems, there are so many possibilities that could do a lot of good
#climate change#climate action#climate crisis#climate hope#solarpunk#hopepunk#hope posting#community building#ecosystem#ecosystem restoration#forest fire#fire prevention#flood#flood prevention#harvest#harvest festival#regenerative agriculture#modern farming#water conservation#meteorology#festival#not news#hope#climate optimism
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tried to oppose the godlike powers of a turbulent river and got myself concussed. got dragged down stream & kept getting my ass obliterated by the current and the small stones along the river bed
#book 21#scamander#xanthos#im sorry yall he did not beat that river god bless#hepheastus blasted the river with fire#to prevent achilles from dying in a way that was so unbelievably stupid#all while his ass was running away from apparent flooding#got his ass kicked stupidly#greatest hits
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Let me make it real simple for y’all, since we’ve got some fence-sitters on here:
You vote for Trump -> Trump wins
You don’t vote at all -> Trump still wins
You vote Harris -> we have a chance to prevent another Trump presidency
Choosing not to vote isn’t a neutral position. You don’t have to, and in fact shouldn’t, love Harris. She will have some terrible policies, and we will fight them when we get to that point.
But we have to air on the side of harm reduction. Whatever damage Harris would do in office, Trump would do unfathomably worse.
A vote is not an endorsement; it’s a strategic move to mitigate something worse from happening. This isn’t about wanting Harris to be president; it’s about preventing Trump from becoming president again.
Trump and Harris are unfortunately pretty evenly matched atm, so we need as many people as possible to vote Harris in order to keep him out of office. I don’t think any of us can truly imagine how catastrophic another Trump administration would be, especially for LGBTQ+ folk, people of color, immigrants, and any other oppressed group.
Please, if you haven’t already, and if there is still time to do so in your state, register to vote using this link.
If you’re already registered but just want to make sure, you can check your registration here.
#sorry for the psa. i’m just feeling frustrated that some of y’all refuse to do the simplest thing to prevent something catastrophic#‘but i don’t like either candidate :(’ good. you shouldn’t. but you need to suck it up for a minute#bite the fucking bullet#us politics#american politics#us presidential election#kamala harris#not tagging trump because i don’t want his freak supporters to flood my notifs#kat is typing
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🌊💬 an ocean of the infinite broke free of your . Ahem. D slur.
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there's an entire temple dedicated to the maintenance of the seasons in holodrum and protecting the rod of seasons and its four spirits. meanwhile nayru is just keeping the harp of ages in her basement
#legend of zelda#random stuff#oracle of seasons#oracle of ages#I'm replaying the oracle games right now#humans could make a temple dedicated to the easily understood cycle of seasons (which are kind of supernatural in this game)#time is only understood by the hippie singer who lives in the woods and is important enough to have a triforce barrier protecting her home#dude. oracle of ages is so much more grim than seasons#people in ages are like 'my husband left to go work on the evil tower. I'm never going to see him again'#a city got destroyed by an eruption in ages and you need to go back in time to save it#some kid got turned to stone and his grandma won't leave his side#meanwhile in seasons sure a city got flooded because of icecaps melting but everyone is ok. nobody needed to evacuate#there is silly music playing in the bg. and a legendary diver guy who lives there#despite the little girl with no parents to speak of stranded at the entrance eternally blowing bubbles because she can't swim#and the fact that there's a monster fortress right outside town preventing anyone from evacuating#I mean. despite the flooding the game makes it seem like the city was always 90% water
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the definitions in my english book are the Best
#dyke: barrier built along the edge of a body of water to prevent flooding#dyke#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#sapphism#gay#queer#lgbtq#funny#james yapping sessions
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You know you're deeply infected with the Wolfsnake brainrot when you catch yourself thinking 'what if they kissed in the Dark Temple 😇🤤💀'
#wolfsnake au#isfan#gurgin#okay realistically maybe they won't kiss down there#they are definitely at the 'enemies' stage#but i very much want to plop Isfan in a scene he didn't feature in during novel canon#to have them encounter each other down there#(also imagining the wet mage scene I crave so much)#(because when Gurgin floods the temple it's to prevent Isfan getting killed)#(and Isfan's going to repay the favour by letting him escape)
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I feel your pain as I sat in my apartment and watched a guy in the houses across the street come out and leaf blow his leaves *intentionally directly into the storm drain* 🤦🏻
This is why our street floods, I guess
so he's like getting the leaves through the drain instead of on top of the drain? that sounds like more work than blowing them literally anywhere else. if he's just blowing them on top of the drain so they cover it, i have no idea what the reasoning could possibly be. maybe he's hoping for that sweet sweet flood insurance payout.
#but i don't think that's how flood insurance works...#stormdrainposting#asks#anon#i feel for you like there's only so much a person can do to prevent street flooding if there is someone else with power tools#actively taking steps to cause street flooding lol
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anyway right after i made that last post félix hijacked my brain again out of offense. would it be insane if i did a frame by frame commentary on émotion and représentation
#how about a line by line commentary on my amvs#or fanfiction#or webweaves#I CAN DO ALL OF THESE THINGS#the only thing preventing me from flooding the dashboard with explosions at all times#is executive dysfunction. when i'm finished with that. watch out you guys.#🌃
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i fucking hate this stupid decrepit lab so much
#personal#rant#the road to my lab flooded again so i couldnt go in this weekend and get my new compound out of its solvent so it degraded to a known one#i was working to isolate more new compounds but the centrifugal evaporator has been broken for months and didnt dry my tubes#so i tried drying them with a rotary evaporator but the pump on the first one couldnt get pressure low enough#so i moved them to another rotary evaporator that broke and pissed 200ml of coolant into my precious sample#so now the samples will take days to dry and are probably heavily contaminated#how the fuck are we meant to publish high quality reports when every fucking machine is broken#this lab has finally reduced me to tears#its been 6 months since we had a serious near miss and the affected machines still havent been fixed to prevent it happening again#so im not feeling confident about anything getting done despite everything being broken
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In the end it's not hard to spot the devil Wyll is chasing. She kind of stands out.
The woman is crouched in a ball of flame covering her from head to foot. A deep, brutal moan of agony is audible where Rakha stands almost twenty feet away - just as clear as the heat radiating off her.
The flames aren't magic - not in the sense that Rakha has come to know the term thus far. They're coming from within the woman's body, and though they seem to be causing no small amount of pain, her flesh shows no sign of burn or blood.
Must be devil magic, then. Wyll said she was of Avernus...
Wyll is already moving, closing the distance between himself and the crouching woman, one hand going to the rapier on his back. "One horn," he snarls. It's very unlike his usual pleasant, slightly wry tone; Rakha is struck abruptly with the thought that this is what she must look like when the beast takes over. "The stink of Avernus. Advocatus diaboli."
The woman's head lifts with a sharp jerk. Rakha braces herself for battle, remembering the image in Wyll's head of Karlach covered in blood, a greataxe in one hand - but nothing happens. Instead, the woman just straightens, staggers back a step, and an incongruous expression of exhaustion and grief takes hold of her features.
"Well, I'll be godsdamned," she mutters ruefully. "The Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you."
In truth, Rakha had sort of been looking forward to this - a death that needed to happen even by Wyll's reckoning, and thus one into which she could metaphorically (or perhaps literally) sink her teeth into. Something that might sate the blood-hunger in her head longer than usual. Attack with purpose, and savor your kills, as Lae'zel advised.
But the devil is not striking first, or even seeming to want to fight back. Irritation spikes through Rakha's skull. Do not deny me this now.
"Tell me, monster," she growls coldly. "What's it like to know you're about to die?" On some level it is a taunt to rouse the moment to violence. On another, it is a serious question to feed the hunger in her mind.
The woman's head snaps back and her lips curl in a tight, harsh smile. "Touch me," she says, equally cold, "and you'll regret it."
And there it is, the pristine glorious edge of violence--
WHAM.
The impact of the tadpole connection is rougher than usual this time, and it sears and burns like a hot coal against her temple. She cries out, staggers back a step.
Narrator: A great heat roars through you - her heat, fiery as the hells. Then you're lost in visions of demonic armies as you tear through a landscape of fire and blood. The Blood War. You saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus. This woman was on the front line.
Rakha's heart is racing, her breath coming in quick sharp staggers. The imagery Wyll showed her was powerful enough, but this-- this was a sea of gore, an ocean of death. She barely has enough wherewithal to acknowledge the implications here, that Karlach has a tadpole, that she is another of those seeking the same answers as Rakha. The beast in her head roars eagerly, ravenous, demanding more, demanding to gorge itself on the vision.
"What was that?" she hears Karlach shout, fearful.
And Wyll, cold, implacable: "Evidence. Proof that you're a devil, a gladiator in the archdevil Zariel's army."
"I can explain!" Karlach protests frantically as Wyll's blade draws towards her throat. "But it's a whole situation. If you'd just hear me out--"
WHAM.
The impact this time is strong enough to knock all of them to their knees. Rakha hears a sharp githyanki curse from Lae'zel, and Wyll, next to her, begins to shake his head as if staving off some inner attack.
Narrator: Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape. Her rage and desperation seep into you. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.
Rakha shudders as the images continue to pour through her; it overwhelms the need for blood in her mind as killing this single soul never could. The beast feeds, and feeds, and feeds... and slowly quiets, settling into a sated calm, rumbling with satisfaction.
Her mind clears, her eyes open. She looks up to see Wyll looking baffled, lost... and utterly terrified.
"She's trying to trick us," he rasps out. "Don't believe her lies."
Karlach looks equally shaken; her hands are up in a defensive posture but she looks more ready to flee than fight. "You saw the truth," she says unsteadily. "I never wanted to serve Zariel. I was enlisted in her army against my will. Forced to fight." Her shoulders hunch slightly, as if with shame. "And fight I did," she admits. A slight pause. "When I saw an opportunity to get away, I took it. I'm finally home-- or near it, anyway."
There's a strange touch of joy under the fear there, just for a moment.
Rakha struggles for breath, for clarity. Wyll was wrong, that much is certain. This is no destructive mastermind; she's not sure it's even a devil. She's never met a devil, so she can't be positive, but the woman seems more like the tieflings of the grove, except for the strange flame curling around her and the pulsing light within her chest.
And she was on the nautiloid. She has a tadpole.
It has been enough to keep Rakha from killing Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll himself. Everyone else is fair game enough, should they stand in her way, but it is few enough who seem to have had the same experience that she did, of being marked for death within that terrible ship. Better to keep this woman alive, to use her in their search for answers.
Wyll, it seems, is not quite thinking along the same lines - or is desperately trying not to. "You served her," he snarls. "That's enough to damn you."
Rakha grunts, knocks her fist against Wyll's sword hand irritably. "Be practical," she mutters. "She's infected. Same as us. And powerful, too. We can use her as an ally."
Narrator: [PERCEPTION] Wyll catches his breath and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.
"You don't know what you're saying," he says, and there's a strange desperation in his words. "You're asking me to trust a devil."
Her irritation sparks again, though it catches less momentum with the beast currently so sated. "Gods, you're stubborn," she snaps. "Karlach's not a devil." She peers at him. There's that same evasion in his eyes, the hint of misdirection. "And you know it," she adds coldly. What aren't you telling me?
Karlach has been watching this argument unfold in silence, the defensive tension slowly sagging out of her shoulders. She doesn't look angry at being threatened; she just looks sad, and perhaps more for Wyll than for herself, for reasons Rakha can't quite parse.
"Listen to sense now," the tiefling finally puts in, surprisingly quietly. "I don't want this to end badly for either of us." She angles herself a little closer to Wyll. "You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?"
It's such a frank, open entreaty that all of them are struck to silence for a moment. Rakha finds herself eyeing the woman with a new curiosity, and not just because of the mountain of other images of death that probably lurk uncovered in her head.
But she's even more curious about what's going through Wyll's mind. The man looks as if he's been sucker-punched in the gut.
"Shit," he mutters. "You really are no devil, are you? I've... I've been deceived..." Both the anger and sardonic good nature are gone from his tone. There is only a cold flatness. Despair.
Did he want so badly to kill this woman, just as Rakha did? Does he feel the same call for blood? No. It's something different, something deeper that Rakha doesn't understand.
Karlach slumps with visible relief, and she grins crookedly. "Thank the gods," she says, in a somewhat more jocular tone. "Thought I was going to have to take your head."
Astonishingly, in spite of that flat despair, Wyll still smiles in return. "You would've died in the attempt," he says, deliberately mild. "But there have been enough threats today."
"Truce then, hey?" Karlach says cautiously.
"Aye," Wyll agrees. "Truce."
Which, Rakha reflects, leaves pretty much every single thing about this whole situation completely unanswered. But the woman will be a new ally. There's something in that. Her head is clear enough, for now, to see the value in it.
The tiefling turns to look at Rakha and grins widely; with the immediate threat gone, her energy rises immediately. "I'm Karlach," she says. She sticks out a hand towards Rakha's midsection the same way Gale did. "But you already knew that. And you are...?"
Rakha gives her a mildly puzzled look, ignores the hand, but answers curtly, "I'm Rakha."
"Well met, soldier!" she says cheerfully, letting her hand fall back to her side when Rakha doesn't take it. "Nice to meet a friendly around here. It's been tough going so far. I may not be a devil, but I can put the Blade's reputation to work. How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?"
The beast stirs sleepily. Rakha's eyebrows lift and her pupils dilate slightly.
Karlach is still talking, evidently not recognizing that she's already said the key word. "A little background, if your moral compass needs something to point at-- you already know I fought in the Blood War. I was good. *Really* good. Turns out I've got a knack for killing demons. That made me a valuable asset. Zariel, the archdevil herself, made me as her personal attack dog. I played along until I could get the fuck out of there, but devils don't like to lose their assets. Zariel liked it so little, she sent a bunch of goons, so-called 'Paladins of Tyr', to take me back. Problem is, I'm not going."
Rakha stopped listening about two sentences in and has merely been waiting to get a word in edgewise; the woman talks nearly as much as Gale. She does not care about this Zariel, or Karlach's history; none of it seems much likely to be relevant to her own problems.
But Karlach wants someone dead. And dead she can do.
"So you want me to kill the people hunting you?" she asks matter-of-factly.
If Karlach is surprised by the alacrity of her response, she doesn't show it, just grins. "Don't worry. I'll lead the charge," she says casually. "But I could use your help. There's a lot of them and only one of me. After that, we can team up. Take Faerun by the short hairs. Sound good?"
Rakha blinks vaguely at the unfamiliar idiom, but she can get the gist. She helps Karlach kill, and in return, Karlach helps them find the answers Rakha needs. She sees no downside.
"Let's do it," she agrees.
#bjk plays bg3 durge#rakha the dark urge#hooray we successfully avoided murdering karlach \o/#ways to prevent rakha from kill mode discovered so far:#1) confuse the shit out of her#2) flood her with gory mental imagery#3) pet pupper#also the tug-of-war going on in my head between Hector seeing Karlach and going 'KISS?' and Rakha seeing Karlach and going 'KILL?'#was sure something :P#the struggle to not see karlach and automatically want to romance her is REAL#even rakha wants to like her in a weird way#although for less pleasant reasons than hector did :P#'nother long one lol
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Massive respect to the guys of our regional water boards. We are dealing with high water levels in our rivers, and more water is on its way from Germany. It will be tensive on Christmas as the water levels continue to rise. The regional water boards are working hard, inspecting and strengthening the dikes, monitoring the water levels, pumping away the excess water to different areas, all to make sure that people can keep their feet dry during Christmas.
#The Netherlands#Dutch#Dutchblr#although some people are already dealing with some light flooding#can't fully prevent that sadly
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silly photo that turned out unreasonably dramatic
#this is from a couple weeks back when my sink broke and my apartment flooded#so naturally i had to go sit outside and chainsmoke to prevent myself from losing my shit#it was all fine tho nothing got ruined#anyway this picture is very pinterest coded i feel. i like it#mine
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People obsessed with monarchies are weirdosssss
#seeing the king and queen of spain visit valencia and being constantly hit with mud (as they should) and then you got ppl in comments be#like how dare these people hit them with mud how are they supposed to stop the flood#like you are fucking dumb also that flood was preventable
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